Looseleaf's Diary - 5 / 04 / 2120

A pair of great green globes filled the screen. Between them, hung on what looked like a shoestring, was a small golden ring. Huge, thick nipples, swollen and almost begging to be sucked—and then a tongue circled one, a mouth clamped down hard on the teat and sucked hard. I panned out, and took in the image of a tall, muscular Man, hair close-cropped, who had pinned a smooth-skinned Orc woman against the door. The yellow-green thighs were wrapped around her lover's hips, ankles crossed behind her back, hands...

I blinked as the Orc woman peeled the t-shirt up over her lover's head, pulling her face away from the tit she was sucking. The camera caught a flash of small, pale breasts, scars. That would be Rowana Rowethasdottir, ex-Ranger. The Orc would presumably be the one that had been trafficked by the two dead Men. She didn't act like she was there against her will. The shirt came off, and the two women's faces came together, lips locked, Rowana's hands cupped her naked lover's ass.

Maybe it was just Aubert's cybernetically enhanced cock sliding in and out of my cunt, but warm wetness ran down my thighs and down the crack of my ass. I hadn't seen anyone kissed with that much passion in years. I don't think I've ever been kissed like that. Voyeuristically, I watched as the two women groped and clung to each other against the inside of their front door.

Hobbit pre-fab houses don't come with cameras in every room as standard, but for security purposes there were cameras on the inside and outside of all major entrances and exits. Six minutes past midnight, my avatar had slid back through the shifting silver Elf-script portal of Rowethasdottir's home system, my paranoid desire to see if anybody else had followed my lead of evidence through the satlink. I hadn't found any evidence of other visitors—but I had found the ex-Ranger and her lover locked in an embrace.

The window for the satlink was brief. I caught three entire minutes of their lusty coupling through the inner door cam, saved to my cyberdeck's memory automatically before I had to log out.

I came back to myself to find Aubert had rolled me on my back, his flat chest against mine, his cheek almost brushed against mine. His eyes were closed, getting close, lost in whatever strange pathological need to breed his fucked-up family had programmed into his mind. I watched his features contort, mouth open, high, sharp cheeks flushed.

Impulse made me grab his face. His eyes opened as his rhythm stuttered. For a moment, our eyes met. Then I drew his lips down to mine. My tongue met his teeth, which then opened. Our tongues touched. Real tongues, unmodified. I had seen some of the tongue mods out there, but had never gone in for any of them—neither had Aubert. What felt then wasn't some cyber-enhanced sensation. It was more primal. Hot wet meat squirmed against each other. I could taste the citrus-flavored electrolyte solution Aubert had drunk before he pushed his cock into my hole, the pussy that had recognized the intruder and instinctively squeezed down as he slowly bottomed out inside of me.

Was it the same thing that Rowana and her Orc slut had felt? Or was it something else, something only Aubert and I knew and could feel?

I felt his body tense as what felt like a pint of enhanced sperm, all of it I knew functionally useless, pumped into my aching cunny. For a moment, I felt a flicker of desire to trigger our mutual fertility. To push us both over that edge.

The moment passed.

Aubert pulled his face away, flushed, embarrassed, unable to look me in the eye.

"F-fuck, Looseleaf, that was—"

"Nice," I said as his spasmodic humping came to an end. My pussy felt like a frothy mess. "We should do that more often. The kissing, I mean. You can still cum in me whenever you want."

It was cute how red his face got. Not at the idea of fucking me when I was out in the Matrix, but how he could still taste my lips on his. I grinned as he pulled out, schlong a cum-stained mess that needed cleaning. My own pussy felt...pleasantly sticky. Although from the smell, I knew we'd need to do the sheets again.

My mind went back to the three minutes of video I'd caught. I'd need to go through every frame. Try to find out who the Orc was. I doubted she had anything to do with the forge, but she was obviously with Rowethasdottir, which meant she went into the folder of data I was accumulating for eventual sale to the mysterious Tû.

I reached down and rubbed my pussy. It was sore. Aubert had been going at it either very hard, very long, or both. I spent hours at a time in the Matrix, and I never knew if he used me several times or just one long, marathon session. When we had first started this arrangement, it hadn't really seemed to matter. Physical sensations were muted in the Matrix as the direct neural interface overrode most of the bodily sensorium. Yet after catching Rowana and her Orc lost in such a lustful embrace, I wondered if I couldn't set up a camera inside our place.

It might be nice to watch, once in a while.