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Concurrence Epilogue
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The Major
Outskirts of Port Douglas
1 Year after Rupture
Andrew rounded the bend in the path, the bungalow he’d been living in these past few months coming into view. The sea breeze blowing up from the coast to the right added a touch of coolness to otherwise hot summer air, the Major working up a good sweat beneath his shirt as he moved up the driveway.
Acres of trees surrounded the abode in a semi-circle, the next house along a good fifty or so meters away, just visible between the trunks lining the road. It added a nice touch of privacy to his chosen place to settle, something he certainly needed after the locals caught wind of the war veterans who’d taken up residence in the port town.
As he moved up the steps to the porch, someone was there to greet him. Seela rose out of one of the chairs behind the railing, the furniture upscaled so she could fit in them properly. It made Andrew feel ridiculous whenever he used those giant seats, like he was living in Alice’s Wonderland, but it was the thought that counted.
As soon as he mounted the steps, she pulled him in close, wrapping her arms round his shoulders, resting her mandibles on his hair as she embraced him. He almost dropped the plastic bag over his shoulder in surprise, setting it down on the wooden planks as he returned the gesture, his fingers just able to meet on the small of her back.
“Miss me that much, hun?” he chuckled, his face pressing tight against her rock-hard belly. Seela was wearing a tank top that was much too small for her size, the fabric cutting off around the middle of her stomach, exposing an enticing amount of midriff. Calling it a sports bra would have been more appropriate. Her legs were clad in a pair of criminally tight pants, not unlike the bodysuit she’d worn beneath her power armour, and her hooves were bare. Her outfit complemented the hot climate of northern Australia, the high temperatures suiting Seela, although she insisted it got much hotter on Sangheilios.
“Yes, you were gone for so long,” she replied, Andrew laughing as his cheek touched her cool skin.
“Ten minutes is not so long.”
“It felt as much. Your absence made me realise we have never been apart since the war ended,” she said, angling his chin up so that their eyes met. “A thing you shall not make a habit of doing.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, Seela pulling away from him and leaning a hand on a hip.
“So what did you purchase?” she asked, leaning down to peer into the bag’s contents.
“Bit of this and that,” he replied, clutching the bag by the handles so she couldn’t peek.
“What are you up to?” she cooed, narrowing her eyes playfully. “First, you deny my company to the store, and now you hide the contents from me? Why the secrecy?”
“You’ll see,” he said, Seela tracking him as he navigated around her frame. Seela glanced down the driveway, an uninterrupted view of the coast stretching from side to side down the incline. The urban hellscape of New Mombasa had left a bad taste in Seela’s mouth, Andrew’s as well, so they’d sought to find the most rural part of the country as possible, the Navy agreeing that a bit of isolation couldn’t hurt. Port Douglas had a side benefit as well, the nearby naval base would allow the higher-ups to keep an eye on Seela as she integrated into human society.
“Always the cryptic, aren’t you?” Seela noted, following him to the front door of their house.
“Part of my charms,” he replied. He knew she could just pluck the bag right out of his hands if she so wanted, but she played along, shutting the door behind them.
He led her over to the kitchen, setting the bag on the island in the middle. Seela had to hunch a little to avoid grazing her head on the ceiling. Initially she’d found it difficult to adjust to human-sized living areas, her shins being banged many a time on the corner of tables and other appliances, but with time she’d learned how to navigate the space with little issue.
He spilled the contents of his shopping trip onto the countertop, gesturing at them with a dramatic wave of an arm. “Tad-da!” he said, Seela cocking her head at the various containers.
“I… have no idea what any of this is. Except for that,” she added, picking up the bag of cashews.
“Don’t eat them!” he warned, Seela pausing as she brought a claw to the plastic. “Not yet, anyway. We’re gonna be making… you know what, you can guess as we go. Point is, we’re doing a little cooking.”
“Cooking?” she asked, watching as he reached into the cupboards to produce some mixing bowls. “I shall fetch the aprons.”
“We don’t really need them,” he said, holding out a hand to stop her. “It won’t get that messy. First thing’s first, we need to wash our hands.”
They took turns using the sink, Andrew drying his hands with a towel as he continued. He wanted to find something they could both do together, and memories of their time in New Mombasa brought an idea to mind, and he had a feeling she’d enjoy the end result. “Alright Seela, we need a few measuring cups, remember where those were?”
“The ones with the runes on the handles?” she asked, and he nodded, Seela reaching into one of the higher cupboards near the ceiling, setting two of the cups down.
“Okay, we’ll need one and a half cups of milk, we’re making a big batch. That’s the white stuff in that bottle over there. You wanna measure it out?”
She took the milk bottle in one hand, unscrewing the cap and pouring it into the measuring cup. She had taken it upon herself to study English and numerics, and he was interested to see how much she’d learned so far.
When the liquid filled to the brim of the cup, she stopped, having to get on her knees so she could get low enough to measure by eye. Satisfied, she stood back up, dumping the milk into the bowl.
“One and a half, you said?” she asked, Andrew nodding. She repeated pouring out the milk, grumbling when she went over the halfway line painted on the inside. She made to return the milk back into the bottle, but then reconsidered, turning and pulling a glass out from the shelf behind her. She filled it with the excess, the leaned over and poured the proper amount into the bowl.
“Perfect,” he said, grinning when she downed the contents of the glass, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she sampled it.
“It’s very thick,” she muttered. “Where does it come from?”
“It’s… produced from a cow, a native animal. Anyway,” he added, before she could probe him for an explanation. “Next comes the cream, that’s the tub over there.”
“Is this not milk as well?” she asked, popping off the lid and peering inside. “It looks the same.”
“Sorta, but it tastes different and acts as a thickener. We need the whole thing, so no need to measure it just dump it in.”
Setting the lid aside, she upended the container into the bowl, the coloured cream contrasting against the milk as they swirled. She patted the bottom of the tub to knock out the rest, then began to lick at the rim of the container with her long tongue.
“You’re right!” she said, humming as she slurped at it again. “The taste is so much richer.”
“Glad to hear it. Now comes the sugar.”
“Ah, that I remember,” she said, reaching for the appropriate bag without Andrew telling her which it was. She eyed the little see-through window in the plastic with a narrowed eye.
“I know you like savoury over sweet,” he said. “but we’ll need at least a little bit for what we’re making. Trust me. I was going to suggest a cup, but…”
“That is far too much,” she interrupted. “can we not use less?”
“We can, there’s some measuring spoons in that drawer there, I think a tablespoon should be enough.”
She rummaged around until she produced a keyring of measuring spoons, holding the handles up to her face so she could read the labels. After pausing to consider, she held one out. “Is this it?”
“Yep, that’s a tablespoon. One of those should do it, make sure you shake off the excess so you don’t go overboard.”
She dipped the spoon into the sugar bag, pinching it between her nails like it was the world’s smallest shovel. When she raised it out, there was a lump of sugar bulging from the lip of the spoon, Andrew keeping silent to see what she’d do. That was a mistake on his part, Seela electing to blow the stuff away with a quick exhale, the powder exploding in a puff towards Andrew, who happened to be standing in the way of the dust.
He wiped at his eyes, feeling the stuff all over his face. As he blinked his vision clear, he saw Seela’s alarmed face peering down at him, her mandibles quickly shifting to her version of a grin.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, her words tapering into a chuckle that quickly counteracted her apology.
“Maybe we should have used the aprons,” he chuckled, plucking at his collar as the sugar turned his shirt white.
She took him by the chin, angling his face up as she leered towards him, her mandibles parting to expose her tongue. She left a wet smear from his cheek to this temple as she licked him, clicking her organ as she flexed it against her mouth. “Mm, the contrast between your salt and the sugar is exceptional.”
“Alright, miss connoisseur,” he said, wiping at his face with his sleeve. He could feel her warm saliva leaving a line through the mess. “try again, use a flat surface like a knife or something to level off the excess this time.”
“What about this?” she asked. There was a flash of light, and suddenly she was holding her energy sword, the light snapping into the signature pair of prongs, the hilt glinting as she gripped it in her palm. “I can scrape the sugar off with ease.”
“Why are you just carrying around your sword?” he asked, splaying his hands out in alarm. Even after the war she’d been insistent that she keep her trophy. Usually she had it mounted on a stand in their bedroom, where it sat safely inside a display case.
“In the event of an attack, I will be ready to defend me and my mate,” she answered.
“Yeah well, your mate thinks you should just use a fork,” he sighed, holding out said implement.
Shrugging her shoulders, she holstered her energy sword, pinching the fork between her thumbs. As she resumed the measuring, Andrew stood on the other side of the kitchen just in case of another mess, moving back over when the sugar was safely inside the bowl. “Alright that’s most of the work done, now we do a little mixing.”
He fished for an electric beater, Seela watching curiously as he plugged it into an outlet, thumbing the on switch. He dunked the pair off mixers into the mess of ingredients, drawing small circles in the bowl as the contents stirred.
“It’ll take a few minutes before it’s ready,” he explained. “Go turn the stove on and get a pan. Now comes the secret ingredient.”
She turned on the dial to high and set a pan down on the circle of heat, Andrew pausing the mixing to set the bag of nuts beside her. “Roast as many as you want for a few minutes, careful not to burn them.”
“How are these a secret if I already know we’re going to use them?” she asked, giving him a sideways look.
He went to reply, but hesitated, Seela had him there. She huffed in amusement, using her nails to slice open the corner of the bag. She went to upend the bag over the pan, then elected to use the measuring cup. She poured one in, then after a moment of consideration, dumped two more in, which ended up being most of the bag anyway. She set the bag aside, but not before plucking a handful of them out to snack on while the stove warmed.
She gave the pan a shake every now and then as the nuts sizzled away, Andrew keeping up his mixing all the while. She leaned over to watch as the batter thickened, the liquids melding into a slightly stretchy substance.
“Ah ha!” Seela said, as though she’d just caught him red-handed. “I know what we are making! That stuff we had on our first night together. Ice cream, yes?”
“Good eye,” he said with a nod. “Was hoping you wouldn’t figure it out till we’re eating it.”
“But what are these cashies for?” she asked. “A side meal?”
“Cashews,” he corrected. “And no, we’re gonna combine it with the ice cream,” he explained. “Figured you’d like having your two favourite foods go together.”
“You know me too well, Andrew,” she said, scuffing his head like she was petting a cat.
The excitement on her face was amplified tenfold, Seela sliding the pan from the heat when the nuts were a nice golden colour, giving off a toasty aroma that made their mouths water. He told her to sprinkle the nuts over the batter, the alien setting the pan down when it was all gone.
“Nice work,” he said. “hang on it’s not ready yet,” he added when Seela made to attack the mix with the tablespoon. “We’ll set it in the freezer for a little while, then we can eat it. In the meantime let’s clean down.”
He wiped down the counter while she set the packages into the cupboards, chuckling at him as she peered over her shoulder at him. “The kitchen is not the only thing that needs a clean,” she said. “You look like you are wearing makeup.”
“You Sangheilians wear makeup?” he asked, glancing at her as he deposited the paper into the bin. It felt like he was learning something new about her people every day. “What kinds?”
“Highlights for the eyes, warpaints, almost everything that humans use.
“Except for lipstick, don’t think that would work on you,” he chuckled. “Is it off?” he asked, pulling up his collar to wipe at his nose. Instead of answering she just giggled.
“Just had to lick it off, huh?” he asked, her saliva making the sugar stick to his cheeks.
“Poor thing, need a little help?”
She sauntered over, exaggerating the swaying of her hips, his eyes hopelessly drawn to her hourglass curves. He had just enough sense left in him to snap out of it, holding up his hands as she reached for his shoulders.
“No, no don’t pick me up I-”
Seela picked him up, hoisting him into the air, her mischievous eyes burning into him as she turned around, moving out of the kitchen with him in her arms. He felt like an unruly house pet being manhandled by a disgruntled owner.
“You know I hate it when you do this,” he grumbled, resting his arms on her giant hands, her palms encompassing the upper half of his torso.
“You won’t hate what I’m about to do next,” she cooed, her words tempering the nauseousness the backwards journey was sparking in his stomach.
They turned into the bathroom, and Seela placed him on the lip of the bench inside, one of his thighs brushing the sink. He knocked over a toothbrush and a bottle of shampoo as she held him there, suddenly feeling very small as Seela positioned herself between his legs, blocking him in. Even sitting on the bench, she still towered over him, the Elite sliding her hands down his belly and fiddling with his waistband.
He lurched as she cupped at his crotch through his shorts, giving him a covetous glance as she flexed her fingers. “Th-Thought we were going to clean up?” he asked, her warm breath blowing on his hair as she leaned down. Now that he was out of ONI, he could afford to let his hair grow out a little bit, something Seela had encouraged him to do.
“In a little while,” she whispered, a mandible brushing against his ear as she gave it a brush with her tongue. “Besides, I made a mess of you, it’s only fair that you return the favour…”
He went to say something, but she cut off his words as she filled his mouth with her tongue, the way she moaned into his throat making him tremble against her. The passion they’d founded in New Mombasa had not been quenched since, Seela and Andrew reinvigorating their newfound companionship every chance they could get, and he imagined this was only a taste of what was to come tonight.
She broke away, a strand of their saliva linking their lips together as she looked down, slipping a hand beneath his waistband while the other wrapped round his head, dragging her nails through his hair and making his scalp buzz pleasantly.
He tensed up as she gripped his shaft, roughly pulling it free of his underwear and exposing it to the air. She continued to nibble on his ear as she clenched her fingers around his length, the sudden coolness of her palm catching him off guard. She squeezed him, his spine arching as a wonderful tingle spread up his body, his back meeting the mirror behind him as he relaxed in her embrace.
Seela enclosed on him from all sides, leaning most of her weight on his front as she pressed him into the bench, another bottle tumbling to the floor as she lifted one of her muscular thighs to plant a knee on the counter. Her hand on the back of his head, she turned him so that their tongues entwined again, Seela exhaling a wonderful moan as their organs fought for control.
Her chest wobbled right before his eyes, a sliver of cleavage visible above the tank top. He had half a mind to delve his fingers beneath the fabric and return the gesture, but her sultry kisses and her deft hand on his crotch were turning his thoughts into a haze, a blend of relaxation and tension sending him into an unfocused trance.
He grunted in annoyance as she released his cock, Andrew blinking up at her as she reached for the tap, the faucet turning on with a squeak. She ran her hand under the stream, then plucked the bar of soap sitting on the bench nearby. She manipulated the little bar in her palm, the soap dancing through her fingers as she rubbed the water into it, streams of suds bubbling up between her digits. When her hand was engulfed in water and soap, she placed the bar down, giving him a mischievous grin as she returned her hand to his shaft.
His member bounced as her slimy fingers slid against his skin, an obscene, wet slap filling the bathroom as she gave him a heavy pump. She squeezed down when she neared his base, slowly releasing her grip as her hand glided up to his tip, easing into a slow rhythm as her fingers danced across his shaft.
As she neared his tip, she circled his glans with a thumb, the soap making their contact frictionless. Her probing slowly peeled back his foreskin, and she dipped her finger beneath the layer of skin, his legs turning to jelly at the sudden tide of sensation. He bucked up into her hand hard enough she had to move her hooves to steady herself.
He muttered a curse, and she laughed at him. “Too intense, hm? I’ll keep that in mind… for later,” she purred, her intense gaze never leaving his as she drank his reactions in.
She upped the cruel tempo of her intense hand job, points of darkness appearing in his vision as he felt like his body from the waist down was melting. Her fist slapped against his belly, her pumps and the lewd sounds of her soapy fingers growling louder as she sensed his growing ecstasy. He pushed his waist into her gooey fist, seeking out more of the stimulation. Tt was like he was sticking his dick into, well, a bottle of liquid soap, the warmth and thickness making his eyelids grow heavy.
She pushed back with just the right amount of force whenever he moved his hips, the little channels between her fingers acting like ribs to add a hint of texture to her sticky fist. It almost felt like a lover’s loins if he closed his eyes, simulating a flexing love tunnel almost to a fault. He was swelling now, but Seela’s hand was big enough she could encompass it entirely, coating his shaft in suds as she continued her relentless pumping.
“Hand, or mouth?” she whispered in his ear.
“W-What?” he asked, tensing up as she gripped him harder.
“Where do you want to finish?” she explained, twisting her slimy fist as if to illustrate his rising need. “Those are your options.”
“There’s a… a third way,” he managed to say, Seela following his gaze as he looked to her waist.
“Later, my little warrior,” she said. “After we’ve had our ice cream. Until then, I want you to choose.” She leered closer, her nose touching his as she nuzzled his face, her cheek sliding against his own as she licked at his earlobe. “I like it you ask for it. So answer my question. Hand?” she asked in one ear. “-or mouth?” she asked in the other.
“H-Hand,” he replied.
“What was that?” she asked, feigning that she hadn’t heard him.
“Hand,” he repeated, his tone frustrated. She had kept her hand completely still to tease him, bringing his onrushing climax to a halt.
She chuckled, her sticky palm moving again in time with his thrusts, his pace increasing along with the desperate ache spreading through his lower body. A drop of his pre leaked from his tip, Seela quickly dragging it down his glans to add it to the gooey coat lathering his length. She pushed the tips of her fingers into his skin, like she was testing his firmness, each sudden probe making his erection jump in her hand. He had to stay focused to keep his eyes open, his mind soaked in a wonderful bliss as Seela continued to scratch at his skull all the while, every nerve in his body electrified as she ushered him towards a release.
She arched her back, pushing her bust out towards him, Andrew having little choice but to take in a lungful of her aroma. That leather-smell she gave off was the last thing to drive him over the edge, a small hint of her exertion adding a touch of spice to her overall aroma. She closed his shaft in her giant hand, pumping one more time as his erection flexed in her fist.
He uttered an embarrassing groan as the first wad of his seed splashed into her palm, his eyes shutting tight as a twinge of pleasure chased the release. He filled her soapy fist with his pearly ejaculate, the blend of fluids spilling between her massaging fingers, Seela timing her strokes along with his bucking. It was like she was milking him, a second load quickly following as her fingers seized his shaft, one of her fingers drooping down to caress his balls. He moaned into her bosom once more as she eased out another rope of his semen, Seela swirling her sticky thumbs across his tip to make sure she had properly drained him. She held him like that for a while, Andrew relaxing into her cool body as he drowned in the ecstasy of climax, a satisfying soreness spreading through all his muscles.
He wanted to stay like that forever, and he sated that desire for a few minutes until he finally drew up enough willpower to open his eyes. “Th-The ice cream. It should be hard enough by now,” he mumbled.
“Interesting choice of words,” she chuckled, easing her weight off his chest. He looked down to see her hand was a right mess, the lines between soap and his fluids blending together into a cloudy mix, his drained erection flexing in anticipation as she brought her hand up to her mandibles, her tongue lapping at the lurid concoction.
“Hm, the soap tastes awful,” she grumbled between licks. “Still, your essence is satisfying enough.”
“You shouldn’t eat that stuff,” he said, grabbing a towel off a nearby rack and drying himself, stuffing his member back into his pants. The euphoria was making him feel dizzy, Andrew putting a hand to the wall to steady himself for a few moments. “Just, make sure you wash your hands again, thanks.”
They exited the bathroom, the Major fumbling with his pants as he led her back into the kitchen, clearing his head with a shake. He opened the freezer, setting the bowl of ice cream on the counter. It wasn’t quite as solidified as he would like, but he was too hungry to care at this point.
He scooped out two servings with a spoon, giving Seela the largest cutlery they had. They took a seat on the coach, the lowering sun warming their legs rays of light bled through the curtains, Seela scooting over so that their hips were touching.
“Mm-mm!” Seela moaned as she straight up swallowed an entire spoonful without chewing. “You were right about the roasted nuts, your cooking skills are commendable.”
“We made it,” he corrected. “Still, I’m glad you like it.”
“Ow!” she exclaimed suddenly, clutching her forehead with a hand. “My skull feels like it’s been dumped in the Csurdon sea!”
“We humans call that a brain freeze,” he explained, laughing when her apparent way of solving this problem was to eat more ice cream. He held her by the wrist to stop her. “Just keep your head still, it’ll pass.”
She entwined his hand with her own, her purple eyes locking onto his as she held her bowl up. “What are our plans for this afternoon?” she asked.
“Dunno. I got something in mind for dinner, have a feeling you’ll like that too.”
“As long as there’s ice cream after,” she replied, Andrew chuckling. “I cannot let you cook all the meals for me or I will become spoiled, I shall assist you.”
“Great. You’re getting pretty good at reading English, by the way. You’re a fast learner.”
There was a flush on her cheeks as she drew him in, caressing his hair with her long fingers.
“All this talk of food is making me hunger for other desires,” she whispered into his ear. “Once you are done with your ice cream, we’re going to go to the bedroom, and I’m going to take my fill of you. How’s that for a plan?”
She giggled as he wolfed down the rest of his ice cream in five seconds flat. She set his empty bowl down for him and – after a brief brain freeze on his part – took him by the hand, standing him up.
“Shall we walk there?” she asked, a grin on her face. “Or, do you wish to be carried?”
“Don’t even think about it.”
She pounced on him, but he was ready, dancing out of her reach and rushing down the hall, Seela laughing as she gave pursuit, closing the bedroom door behind her as she chased him inside.
