La Belle Ile en Mere Pt. 24

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

It was good that Anna had chosen to wear dark colors for their sortie. She tucked her legs up into her shortened skirts so that her alabaster calves wouldn't stick out amongst the oak's verdant foliage. She also tried to keep her head out of sight from below. Both her pale face and blond hair would surely contrast with the darkened room.

The creatures prowled the large, forested area for what seemed like eons. She knew it was indeed a long time, because her adrenaline left her while the creatures remained. I'm shaking like a... well... like a leaf on a tree. Maybe it was a good sign that she could still make jokes. Her husband was a monster, and she didn't know if her children had survived. But she'd always been indefatigable. La Belle Île en Mer didn't change that. She cast dark thoughts aside and worked on affirmations. Her children were alive, and she would see them soon. Her husband... maybe she could get him help. They would find the eye and leave. Anna put a bit of her bodice in her mouth to keep her teeth from audibly chattering.

The thump of heavy footsteps sounded on the boardwalk below. The ivory creatures grunted and snarled, their vocalizations echoing off the floor-to-ceiling windows. It didn't sound like language to Anna. They made the noises of dumb beasts. Maybe they weren't even individual animals. What had her husband said about the "collective?" Maybe the creatures were all part of the Newest Guest. Whatever in Hades that was.

Even after the creatures left the arboretum, Anna stayed in the crook of her oak tree. She was thirsty, tense, and completely wrung out. But she kept sleep at bay. Eventually, she felt safe enough to whisper, "Océane, open up a communication to George Zaal. Only audio. Keep the volume quite low on my end. I don't want to attract attention."

"Trying him now," Océane whispered.

"Hello, Mom?" George sounded worried.

Relief flooded Anna's body. My son is alive. Her muscles relaxed so quickly that she nearly fell out of the tree. "I'm okay. I'm in a tree in the arboretum. Are you okay? Is Lillian? Can you come get me?" Anna was so excited by his voice, she could barely keep hers to a whisper.

George told her that Delores was gone and that Kapnos had saved them all with her light. They were supposed to meet Nossy at the top of the tower. Lillian was in the autodoc with internal bleeding, and it would be no less than twelve hours before she would be well enough to leave. Anna processed all this. Twelve hours is a long time to hide in a tree. When he finished the debriefing, there was silence on the line for several beats.

"Stay with your sister. Make sure she's protected." Anna didn't have any weapons. Should she leave the tree? Would the creatures come back and do a more thorough search? "When she's well, cut that hardline and come get me. We'll go up the tower together. I'll stay safe. I love you, sunshine."

"I love you, Mom." George's voice faded away as the connection was cut.

"Okay, now how do I climb down this thing?" Anna bit her lip as she eyed the tree. After a moment, she left the crook that had kept her hidden.

~~

"It feels insane just sitting here." George paced in the autodoc waiting room past the barricade he and Constance had placed on the door leading into the hall. "My mother needs me. At the very least, we should cut the power line while we're waiting on my sister." His pistol was in his hand, his trigger finger tapping against the barrel.

"Firstly, you're not sitting anywhere. You're pacing." Constance sat in a waiting room chair, her long legs stretched out in front of her. She was slouched a little, trying to relax. Her gun belt hung from the chair next to her. "Secondly, your mother told you to stay with your sister. Thirdly, she's right. We can't leave Ms. Zaal. We need both guns ready if the creatures find us here." She nodded at his pistol. "You can put yours away, though. I don't believe there is any imminent threat, and you're making me nervous."

"Gods... I'm sorry." George holstered his firearm and sat near Constance. "Dream vacation, huh?"

"The fabulous and inimitable Belle Île." She lilted her voice like she was selling timeshares. She cleared her throat and regarded him. "It was a nice hotel until that guest arrived." She paused before asking the chief question bounding about her mind. "Mrs. Valentine isn't like the Newest Guest, is she? I mean, I'm not sure what happened to her. But it wasn't... normal. She went up like a supernova."

"She's not like the Newest Guest." George shook his head.

"But she's not human. Some sort of security bot? Is she here to protect us all in deep space?" Constance wasn't sure she wanted the answer. Maybe it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not that Gwendolyn was a horse, far from it.

"She's an alien, Mrs. Haversham. She can mimic people she touches. She loves people. She's nothing like the Newest Guest." George shrugged. Kapnos would forgive him for outing her. It was inevitable at this point. He continued, "It was her bad luck, and our good fortune, that she was here when this all happened. I call her Nossy. She saved all our lives with that light show."

"Oh, I'm well aware that she saved us." Constance thought things over. How odd that she would discover life from outside Earth. That hadn't been how she'd imagined her legacy. "We'll be famous when we return to Earth."

"You can't tell anyone! They'll put her in a cage." George tensed, he reached over and squeezed her muscled leg.

"Okay, I won't tell." She put her gloved hand on his bare one. "But it is an odd coincidence that we should find two unparalleled life forms here. If indeed the Newest guest is alive. It's a bit like finding two needles in a haystack."

"We never would have found Nossy without the Newest Guest's arrival." George withdrew his hand from Constance's leg. "It's like the Newest Guest burned down the haystack, and there was Nossy left all alone. A shiny, lovely needle." He ran his hands through his hair. "I just wish I could go get my mom now." He unbuckled his gun belt, took it off, and hung it next to Constance's. "This wait is going to kill me."

"I admire how close you are to your mother. I was never that close to mine." Constance pointed her toes, flexing her calves. Her hemmed skirts showed them off nicely. She watched his eyes wander toward her legs. She knew she had first-rate calves, so she flexed them a few more times. "We're stuck here for the moment. We've eaten. We've rested. How will we pass the time while your sister heals?"

George gazed up her body, settling on her clear, green eyes. Her meaning was plain. "Gods, I'm such a slut, Mrs. Haversham. You're proposing to me again, and I'm considering it."

"As I'm sure you know from that bit of eavesdropping you did so long ago, I often roleplay with my husband." Constance ventured a smile. It was faint, but it was something of an act of defiance aimed at the darkness they'd all been through. "I'm taller than him, so I... well, you know."

"You pretend to be his mother?" George did indeed remember the shock of hearing their roleplay.

"You're close to your own mother. Would you like a little roleplay? I wouldn't pretend to be her, exactly." Her smile broadened ever so slightly. She could see he was considering it. Having sex with a handsome, eighteen-year-old would be as close to reality as her maternal fantasy would ever get. Especially since this might be the last time she ever had sex. Their odds of surviving had diminished dramatically with their failed sortie. "I could really use the diversion, Mr. Zaal."

"I wouldn't want you to be my mother." George finally returned her smile. "You're nothing like her. I'd want you to be yourself. You're Constance Haversham. You're a wonder of a person. My mother is my mother, and I'll be with her again when we find her."

"By 'be with her again', are you speaking of filial proximity? Because you and I seem to be discussing the terms of coitus, and you mentioned your mother on the same level." Constance's suspicions calcified.

"I... um... I think..." George glanced at the closed door where the autodoc was fixing his sister.

"If you need permission from your mother, you can send her a message." Constance spread her legs and pulled her skirts up, showing leg to just past her knees. "Honestly, that a teenager even needs to deliberate my offer bruises my ego."

George rubbed his chin and stared at her legs. She was beautiful. And he was stuck there for hours.

"You relish the act of good deed accomplished. I've seen that time and again." Constance slowly unbuttoned her bodice. "Consider this a favor to your good friend, Mrs. Haversham. I need to get even with my ne'er-do-well, cheating husband. I need to feel alive and to pretend like death isn't breathing down our necks. I need to find out what you've got in your trousers that would cause your own mother to break her marriage vows and some of society's most cherished taboos."

"Not my mother." George slid off the chair and crawled over to her. He placed himself between her legs and ran his hands under her skirts, along the insides of her firm thighs. She trembled delightfully at his touch. "But, I did have sex with an alien."

Constance laughed. "Very funny, Mr. Zaal." She looked deep into his brown eyes. "Is it true about your mother? Did you, or didn't you?"

"If we're going to do this, I'm going to make it worth your while." He tucked his head under her skirts and breathed in. His nose was met by the scent of sweat, of course. They had both perspired like crazy in their escape down the service stairs. That scent was earthy and strong. This is what she smells like during one of her matches. Although that wasn't quite right. As he took in another heady breath, he detected the tangy scent of her excitement. Constance Haversham was wet for him.

"Ohhhh... I wasn't expecting you to go down there. I didn't think a teenager would know... oooohhhhhhh... yep... it seems you do know... what you're doing." Constance watched the lump of his head work under her skirts. He had moved her panties to the side and was now slowly sucking and tenderly nipping at her labia. "Wow... uuuummmmmmmm... okay... I never... but... oooohhhhhhhhhhhh... that feels wonderful... Mr. Zaal. This will... aaaaahhhhhhhhh... pass the time... indeed."

The ambrosia of her scents and her zesty taste pushed any doubts out of his mind. This was Constance Haversham's pussy, and he was going to please her like nobody's business. While continuing to lick and suck, George unbuckled his pants and reached his hand inside. He didn't have room in the enclosed space to properly fap, so he massaged the head of his cock, playing with the foreskin. His other hand slipped two fingers into her pussy. "Mmmmmppphhhhhhhh."

"Ooooohhhhhhhh... Mr. Zaal... Mr. Zaal." Constance sat in the waiting area with her legs obscenely spread. There was no sign of a smile on her face now. There was only the twisted face of a woman surprised by immense pleasure. "You're a phenom... at eating pussy. I thought... your mother had fallen to what was between your legs... but your tongue... ooohhhhhh... your tongue could topple... the most frigid woman."

"Nnnnnngggggggg," George said.

"Not that I'm calling... Mrs. Zaal frigid. Apologies... if you took that as my... meaning." Constance leaned her head back against the wall. "Oh... my... oooooohhhhhh... and now you've got my button... it's... oooooohhhhhhhhh... gods... you're good. You're so... good... at that... in particular... I'm going to..." She grabbed her gun belt and bit on the leather to keep from screaming. Her back arched, her legs extended, her eyes rolled, and she came on George's perfect tongue. Ecstasy infused every part of her.

George removed his fingers from her pussy, pulled her hips forward so that her butt was just off the edge of the seat, and wiggled a wet finger into her ass. Her body jerked and spasmed when he did that. Her strangled moans were desperate. It sounded like she was using a gag. Which was smart. They didn't know who might be searching out in the hall.

~~

Kapnos paced the hall two floors under the suites. She unloaded her pistol, checked the clip, and reloaded it. Her radiant form still clung to the female form she had shed on floor one-fifty-two. She had undulating mounds on her chest, and her hips were wider than normal. "If the ivory creatures are there, the only sure way to kill them is to put a bullet through their eyes. I might destroy my ticket home." She thought it through out loud. The corridor was ablaze with her cerulean light. That gave her little comfort. "The only way to kill them is a shot to the eye."

"No, I'm not thinking clearly. They die other ways." Kapnos had a sudden thought. "Océane, please enable fire suppression on floor two hundred and three. Do so until the creatures there are dead."

"I am sorry, Oldest Guest. The fire door is malfunctioning. I think it has been tampered with," Océane said.

"It learns, doesn't it? Fool me once..."

"You would like me to fool you one time?" Océane lilted her voice in a confused query.

"I'm talking to myself, Océane. You can ignore me until I address you again." Kapnos's voice was still female too, but it sounded like a harmony of women talking together.

"Very well," Océane said.

Kapnos strode back and forth for several minutes, deep in thought. There are two ways to kill them, bullets won't work against the armored creatures. But they need air. A plan began to form. After a few more minutes, Kapnos stopped in the hall and holstered her pistol. "Océane, are the other survivors well? I mean... I suppose not Mrs. Salazar. But the others?"

"Ms. Zaal has internal bleeding. She has just entered the autodoc. Mrs. Zaal requests quiet at this time. The younger Mr. Zaal is with Mrs. Haversham in the autodoc waiting room. The older Mr. Zaal does not seem well."

"Very good." Kapnos nodded. "Now, please tell me where I can find a significant length of rope or hose. It needs to be at least one hundred yards."

"There are six EV suits stored on this floor," Océane said. "There are several spools of optional air hose stored with them."

"Perfect." Kapnos's smile was radiant.

~~

"Wow... Mrs. Haversham... you look so beautiful with your lips bloated like that." George watched the older woman blow him. They both had intense concentration written on their faces. His in the observation, hers in the doing.

Constance removed his cock from her mouth and stroked him, holding her face next to his generous length. "A woman rarely likes to hear that she looks bloated in any context." She reminded herself that he was only a teenager. And teenagers did say stupid things. She'd been one once herself. And when she hadn't been practicing tennis, she had been saying the dumbest things. "I could stand to hear more about how beautiful I look next to this magnificent cock. It's as long as my face. I don't think I've handled one like this before."

"You've handled more than..." George wanted to put this delicately. He knew her husband was a sensitive subject. "You've handled more than one other penis?"

"When I wasn't saying dumb things as a young woman, I was tumbling with the other tennis pros. I've seen many." She smiled, kissed his shaft, and winked at him. "You can talk freely about my numbskull husband. This is a revenge fuck, remember?"

"You use such... crass language. I'm not used to it." George's dick lurched in her hand.

"Your girlfriends in high school are all rather prudish?" She smirked when he shook his head. "Your mother then? Well, yes, I don't suppose she'd want to encourage you to use 'crass language.'" She said the last words in an imitation of Anna's voice. He looked so flummoxed that she laughed. More and more, she thought the two Zaals really were engaged in an unnatural pairing. The thought excited her. She had spent so long pretending, and now she was most likely second-hand to the real thing.

"Mr. Haversham isn't the same size as me?" George was flustered. He tried to steer the conversation away from his mother. "I mean, I know he's shorter than me. I mean... his penis is smaller?"

Constance laughed again, a merry chiming sound that filled the waiting room. She continued pumping him with her bare hand, pausing only to kiss each hairy testicle. "My dear, foolish husband possesses a cock about half your size. I will be quite thrilled to see what you feel like inside me. Although..." She frowned. "I've never had a man hit my cervix before. I've heard it's painful. If that happens, we may need to stop."

"I haven't had such problems with women much shorter than you." George thought that over. Other than his mother, Kapnos has been all those women. Had the changeling somehow altered her womb so that he didn't hit her cervix? Could she do that? Was there a uniform depth to a cervix that was proportional to height? He made a mental note to search on the topic once he had full access to the net.

"Shorter women? Like your mother?" Constance loved the disconcerted look he got whenever she mentioned his mother. He's definitely bedding her, and I'm going to get him to admit it. But now wasn't the right moment. She took him back into her mouth and hummed and moaned around his cockhead. His gift wasn't just in length, the dome of his penis was also considerably rotund. Blowing him was just on the edge of uncomfortable. She knew her jaw would be sore afterward, but it was so lovely to please George. He might say the occasional stupid thing, but he was exceptional at saving their lives. And he was handsome, too. If she ever saw her husband again, she'd make sure to tell him just what George Zaal's cock felt like in her mouth. "Mmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhh."

~~

The hydraulics for the arboretum's large door hissed as Anna pulled it open. She peeked out into the hallway. There was no sign of her husband or any other monsters. Océane had a cleaning crew removing the grisly remains of their battle with the enemy. Most of the stains were already gone from the carpet, but she could still see bullet holes and claw marks on the walls. She stuck her head out of the doorway a little.

"You should be more careful. If I was one of those monsters, you'd be dead by now."

A man's voice startled Anna. Her heart leapt in her chest. When she turned her gaze to the left, she saw Roy crouched behind a miniature tree of about five feet that advertised for the arboretum. She straightened her bodice and tried to even out her breath. "Are you here to help us, Mr. Haversham? Are you the cavalry?" She slid out of the arboretum and moved behind the miniature tree on the opposite side of the hall from the one Roy had claimed.

"Where's my wife?" Roy really did hate the Zaals. Every last one of them.

"First, tell me where the creatures are." Anna saw that he was holding his pistol. He had a spare in the holster at his belt. She looked down at her gun belt. She had plenty of ammunition, but nothing to shoot it with.

"They're not here." Roy shrugged. "I came after they left."

"You... saw the fight and didn't help... didn't you?" Anna was aghast. "You snuck back to check on the remains of your wife."

Roy shrugged more elaborately. "She wasn't here. So, did you see what happened to her?" His body tensed as he waited for bad news.

"She's with my son. They're safe." Anna didn't want to tell him more. Her son wasn't safe with this man around, and she didn't want Roy hunting them down. "You could try sending her a message."