Chapter Eleven

"Since you have refused to communicate remotely, I’ve decided to make a house call.”

Rounding a bend, a large pair of reinforced double doors came into view. On the top of the heavy steel frame were the embossed words “Engineering Bay”. The once smooth metal of the doors themselves now had several convex lumps in them, as though something–or someone–strong enough to dent eight inches of fortified titanium had tried to punch their way to freedom.

Maeve trembled deliciously, and her aching core boiled at the exhibition of raw might and power.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

They were three little words of rumbled challenge, weighed down with the implied threat of violent passions. The good doctor licked her crimson lips as she ran long painted fingers over one of the fist-sized dents and shivered.

Then she struck a pose–chin raised, shiny buoyant breasts pushed out with her sexy heels planted wide apart and her sleek hips cocked to one side–before uttering one simple command…

“Open.”

The moment of her big reveal was slightly marred by the screeching of metal and tortured electrical actuators as the misshapen doors tried to retract back into the bulkhead, only to get jammed halfway before the motors burnt out in a shower of sparks and clouds of white smoke.

“Ah… phooey.” Maeve sighed, sagging in disappointment.

Still, she was probably slender enough to sidle through the gap if she angled her large plastic-coated tits just right, wedging the door in between them before bodily twisting and sliding out the other side.

But how was Harper going to manage it? Her hefty hips, ass, and knockers were huge! The poor girl was liable to get stuck like a slut in the dyer…

She needn’t have worried as brawny hands suddenly appeared through the smoky haze to grip the edges of the narrow opening and **** them further apart. The shriek of bending steel resumed as a titanic, naked body came into view as if through the parting of a particularly stubborn curtain, followed by a strikingly handsome face pinched in exertion.

“Nnnnrgh! Get… the fuck… over here… Doc.”

Tucker’s neat side part and clean shave were gone, replaced with an unruly shag of hickory hair and coarse sandpaper stubble on his anvil jaw. He was seven feet tall, if an inch, and almost as broad across the boulders that were his straining shoulders. His physique was monolithic, a towering stone cairn made from hewn slabs of muscle stacked atop each other to form a masterpiece of primal machismo with an obscene obelisk jutting from between his rocky thighs.

“Oh Tucker, Honey. Just look at you!” Maeve babbled and clapped in childish glee. “You heard the man, Harper. Hurry now. Quick, quick like a bunny!”

She grabbed the gaping redhead’s slack wrist and hustled dumbstruck beauty towards the herculean hunk who was peeling the reinforced blast doors open like a banana. The funk of his manly musk rolled over them like a near-physical presence. Harper stumbled as it hit, but Maeve caught her by the elbows and, wrenching them behind her back, frogmarched the reeling bimbo up to Tucker with a bright smile for his brooding eyes alone.

"Um… Hi, Mr Happy!” Harper giggled dazedly, staring him directly in the erection. It was enormously distracting. “I’m happy–I mean Harper. I’m Harper to meet you.”

“Maeve, what is the meaning of this?” Tucker snarled, talking past the squirming knockout to address her directly. “Do you know what you have done? You’ve doomed us and the mission all to hell!”

There was that vein pulsing at his temple again. Maeve had the mad urge to lick it. To run her moist tongue over his stubbed cheeks and down his bull neck, to sink her teeth into his rippling pectorals and taste every inch of his masculine perfection.

“Not at all, Honey. Perseus revealed everything to me.” She demurred, smiling sweetly and batting her luxurious dark lashes. “Please, let us come in, and I will explain.”

His sky-blue gaze flickered over her shiny black rubber-clad figure, and Maeve preened under the burning attention. She wasn’t a thick-bodied heifer like Harper, ready-made to breed entire herds of offspring with her wide childbearing hips and immense udders.

Not yet, at least.

No, Maeve had maintained much of her dancer’s build. Long and lean, with a little more cushion for the pushin’ in her sculpted butt and hips and a vast increase in the mountainous acreage of her chest. Honestly, the extra weight up top had screwed with her equilibrium at first. Now she balanced easily in her ludicrously tall knife-heeled boots with all the grace of a star ballerina performing a demi-pointe stance.

Tucker's massive cock lurched as he stared at her, and a generous jet of pearly precum splashed against Harper’s fleshy thighs to tangle in the garters and soak the tops of her white stockings with sticky spunk.

“Be quick about it.” He grumbled, not moving aside in the least as the moaning redhead almost buckled at the sensation of his hot, virile load impacting her polished skin. “You’ll find that I’m on a real short fuse these days, Doc.”

“I completely understand Honey. Which is why I brought the help.”

She steered Harper by her trapped, chicken-winged arms around Tucker’s looming frame, giggling appreciably when he stooped to sniff at her raven hair as she passed. Her own flaring nostrils were assaulted by his salty scent, and her guts groaned audibly to feel him buried inside of her.

The engineering bay looked like a wreck. Crusty plastic bowls were strewn everywhere, mostly swept up into cluttered piles in the corners of the engine room as the many workstations and terminals flickered fitfully under far-flung puddles of dried-on sexual fluids and scattered tools.

Swanking through the center of the chaos were Charlotte and Grace bedecked in matching sets of strappy, high-heeled sandals and sparkling lingerie. Rhinestones glittered on the laces and bows of their wafting babydoll chemises–sapphire blue for the chief engineer and ruby red for the young biochemist–as tiny mesh thongs scarcely concealed their smooth, hairless snatches.

The strawberry blonde and walnut brunette were all gravid curves, brilliant smiles, and heavily pregnant. Their mammoth milk-laden tits rested atop protuberant bellies that pushed out the soft, floaty negligees until the sexy underwear uncovered seductively swaying hips and exposed thick, peachy butts.

They resembled nothing so much as a pair of parading fertility goddesses, emanating poise and dignity, and lust on every wavelength with their serene faces, peerless complexions, and shiny, silky skin as they approached.

“Is this the other woman you’ve been talking to, Baby?” Charlotte melded her heavenly body into Tucker’s left side and leaned her head against his strapping shoulder while a wandering hand found its way southwards to skillfully stroke his steely girth. “The one who has been teasing you with her prissy pussy and empty womb? She might be pretty enough to fuck, I guess…”

She sounded unconvinced, disinterested as she peppered adoring kisses across his chunky bicep. As though Maeve were beneath her notice while in the domineering presence of her man. Never slowing the lazy pumping rhythm of his rigid enormity and rubbing her bulging baby bump against his hip.

“You don’t need that naughty Doctor, Daddy.” Grace cooed sweetly, docking her fat, creamy melons around his other side, effectively encasing and titty-fucking his burly left arm. Her glossy hair was styled up in two lengthy schoolgirl pigtails. “She doesn’t listen to your orders like a good girl should, and you can totally fuck me all you want instead. I’ll always be an obedient baby girl who will do, like, anything her big, important Daddy says.”

Her voice was lilting, high-pitched, and girlish as her tiny hand joined Charlotte’s in attending his gigantic manhood. Sliding in sinful syncopation with the moaning blonde and gathering up the liberally leaking spend from his bulbous tip to slather up the veiny shaft.

The sight of their three olympian bodies and the pungent perfume of primed pussy mingled with Tucker's earthy odor was apparently too much for Harper. The fiery-haired bimbo collapsed to her knees, which, incidentally, brought her freckled face to a level with the enraged crown of his monstrous cock from only meager inches away.

“Happy! Harper wants to make Mister Happy!” She chirruped articulately, moist tongue extending and hefting her colossal, cow-print cleavage up with both hands to catch any stray spurts on her flushed face and bulging breasts. “Wanna taste your huge, yum-yum happy cock!”

Maeve crossed her slender arms under her large, latex-coated breasts and let out a loud harrumph! She was getting perturbed by the diminutive commentary from the peanut gallery and the many distracting draws on the young stud’s attention.

This was far from how she had envisioned their final climactic meeting playing out.

“Let her speak, girls,” Tucker growled, his sky-blue eyes locked with raw intensity on her, much to the doctor’s cunt-thrumming approval. “You said you could explain. That Perseus revealed the truth to you? Start talking, Maeve. This had better be good.”

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