FFF - Ch70

Jane drops into a chair to catch her breath, wincing when the cold metal touches her bare skin, then relaxing as she enjoys the view. Urgent and rhythmic, Curio’s thrusting obviously works for Shell. The brunette’s fingers claw at Curio’s narrow back, and her feet keep moving, toes curling.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” Shell says.

“I’ve no plans to,” Curio replies, just a little huskily.

Jane raises an eyebrow when Curio kisses Shell, slowing down her thrusts and going deeper. That becomes more insistent, then almost rough. The kiss breaks.

“Oooh!” It’s almost a scream from Shell.

Jane watches Curio’s arms and legs flex as she pumps her load deep into Shell’s womb. Finally, she rests on her elbows and the two of them just breathe on each other.

“That’s it, then,” Curio says tiredly. She lifts her hips and her cock slides out. Cum pours from Shell and a little more dribbles onto her belly from Curio’s dangling cock. “We’ll make it look like an accident.” She climbs off the desk.

Limp, Shell just lies there, gleaming with sweat and staring at the ceiling.

“How?” Shell’s voice comes out barely audible.

“I’ll have to burn that circuit. We’ll have to be working on something close to it. Maybe some sabotage,” Curio suggests.

“Sounds workable,” Jane replies. Then she clears her throat. “Doctor?”

Curio looks up, and Jane points at her erection.

“The consequences of your actions,” Jane says.

“What actions?”

“Looking too sexy when you cum.”

Curio seems unbothered, although she’s visibly spent. She turns her back and places her hands on the desk, presenting herself.

“Go on,” she says.

Smirking, Jane crosses the room, giving Curio’s rear an appreciative squeeze. She lays her cock between Curio’s buttocks.

“If you can get her off again while I fuck you, I’ll let you do anything to me,” Jane whispers in her ear.

“I like those odds,” Curio replies.

Jane grabs her cock, intending to fuck the redhead silly, but she’s stopped by a sudden alarm.

Annette’s voice is slightly muffled; there’s no functioning speaker in the room, only in the corridor outside.

“There’s a breach. We have a breach.” Annette sounds worried. Is she really an AI? Jane frowns and looks up. “You three need to respond!”

The comparably soft living of being in Annette’s Vault hasn’t been nearly enough to dim their instincts for survival. Jane goes for her clothes and Shell rolls off the table. In seconds they’re dressed and in the hallway, half-dressed, sweaty, a little wobbly, and smelling of sex, but ready for trouble.

“South tunnel. South tunnel. I’m opening the doors,” Annette says.

“Why?” Jane demands.

“So they don’t get broken!”

“Broken by what?” Shell asks, pulling on her shirt.

“We’ll find out in a moment. Get the weapons,” Annette orders.