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"Done," Aron stated when he put Veil into sleep mode. However, he did leave the external mic on so he and Veil could go over anything they might find interesting.
"Follow me," Sara ordered opening the door to a sterile hallway that was devoid of anything that showed off that people occupied that floor. Sliding her keycard through the reader and punching her code into the pad before the light turned green. "This way," she said, over the noise that greeted him upon entering. A sense of pride formed in her heart for her men as they rose and gave Aron the respect he has earned. They all had watched the explosion when Aron had gone to stop that group of terrorists.
How she had to hold back her emotions when she had to stand there and watch the rubble of that building raining down. Had to keep her knees from buckling out from under her when her obsession was taken from her. For six days she was a mess when she was alone in her apartment. For six days she wondered why he would have done that when he has always stated he wasn't a hero. It wasn't until she read the report filed by the European group that were there on the ground that she learned that Aron had no choice but to sacrifice himself to save the world. It wasn't every day one of the humans that were born with abilities worked with them. She knew all the government teams had failed except for one, yet they didn't know how deep they had to dig just to find that out. "I believe you three know each other," Sara introduced Aron to the room.
"Thank you, we had no idea how we were going to get out of there with the amount of fire power they were bringing down," Fox said, holding out his hand in gratitude.
Aron simply nodded. "What do I say? Yeah, I was surprised myself?" Shaking the notion from his mind as he shook the man's hand.
"Void, please will you have a seat? We, I mean Agent Winter, here," gesturing to Fox, "has a proposal he would like to put forward to you," Sara said, closing the door.
"Oh?" Hearing Sara pulling out her chair as he took his seat.
"We need you to become a hero," Sara spoke with an amused grin as she leaned back in her seat when his head snapped towards her.
"Come again?!" Aron uttered in confusion.
"Do you remember this?" Hitting the button on the remote, switching over to the raw footage she had taken of that day. Flashing him an apologetic look, "I know you don't wish to be known as a hero, yet a hero is what we need."
"The group you saved us from yesterday was a small band of ex-black ops operatives sent by one of the last remaining off-the-books government funded super teams, or it was until Congress cut their funding. Then they went into business for themselves. While I'm sure most have no knowledge of their crimes, yet we can't be sure without infiltrating their base," Fox said, taking over. "We know what you did in Sapphire City, and as fortunate as the city is to be the birthplace of Nightshade, she isn't around that much these days since she teamed up with that group. We have it on good authority that she's interested in meeting the hero that saved that little girl. So with your permission we'd like to let her know through her own contacts that you can be reached through our own personnel."
"This will be a joint mission between us and the FBI. Given how Agent Winter and his partner are known to them this will be handled in house. This way they," gesturing towards Fox, "are safe until this is taken to court, so you can't do what you normally do for us," Sara said, cutting in. "However, I know some of them might not wish to go to prison for the crimes we've been able to uncover," pushing the folder towards him, "as you can see these 'heroes' are not the heroes we've come to think they are," she stated seeing how Aron was flipping through the file. "Can we count on you for this mission?"
"My fee still stands, yes?" Aron asked, absorbing everything to memory.
"Yes, we will agree to your payment," Sara nodded.
"And you want to take them alive?" Aron inquired, closing the file.
"As many as you can."
"They might not give me that choice," Aron stated pushing the file back to Sara.
"Then I'll give you the order, until then they are to remain alive," Sara commanded in a firm tone.
"Fine. I'll do it," Aron said, keeping his emotions in check. He knew with what he has done he was no hero, heroes do not lie, cheat, steal, smuggle drugs and people, operate a crime syndicate, nor do they kill. No, these people were not heroes. His family were heroes, if he had to put a label on his own actions, he would probably be called a villain. Something he didn't mind, sure he's done some heroic acts, saved a lot of lives that many didn't know that their own lives were in danger. Still, that didn't make him a hero, he only did what needed to be done.
"I promise you, once the mission is over, I'm sure the shadows will be happy to have you back," Sara said, while keeping her voice calm and level, she hoped he knew she knew how much this was going to cut against the fabric of his being.
An hour had passed since his arrival. The door released a metal groan as the hinges squeaked from lack of maintenance as Sara led Aron back out onto the roof after getting another kiss in. She couldn't let Aron leave without tasting his lips once again. Who knew when they would be able to get some alone time together.
"I'll be in touch once we get in contact with Nightshade," Sara said, the wind playfully lifted her light brown hair as they stood beside Aron's jet bike. "I'm free tomorrow night, if you want to come and see me," she uttered bashfully. Her brown eyes glanced away, her cheeks heating feeling his eyes on her from beneath his mask.
"Same time?" How her heart raced when those words left his lips. She couldn't stop how her body heated when she recounted what his lips felt like upon her breasts, nor could she stop how her mound was moistening, either. She's always had a thing for those with superpowers, given how she wasn't born with any. With Aron working so close with her, her obsession was centered on him. She didn't care if he was twelve years younger than she was. She didn't care if he slept with his family members. Something she knew long before Aron even knew thanks to the bug she had planted long ago. What mattered to her was she had her own superpowered man to fuck, to ride, to make love to.
"Of course, I'll leave the same scarf on the door," Sara said, placing her hands behind her back to show off her 36C breasts.
"Until then," Aron spoke, giving her a nod before taking off.
"Void?"
"Yes, Veil?" Aron answered switching the HUD to night vision as he flew home.
"You sure that this course of action is wise?"
"Wise? Probably not... Veil?"
"Hmm?"
"How many times have you asked me that?" Aron asked, he had a feeling that she has done so on many occasions with his past self.
"865 times, five times in this present era."
"Did my past self get into trouble often?"
"Get into? No. Yet you did have a habit of finding it."
"Well, isn't that refreshing," Aron muttered low. He just hoped that this time he didn't have to be so... heroic. Being blown up and almost dying was not something he was eager to repeat... ever again. "Veil?"
"Yes, Void?"
"Can I ask you a hypothetical question?" Aron asked, knowing he was going to have to bring it up sooner or later. He couldn't very well make her a new body and not ask how she wanted to look.
"Affirmative."
"Say, if, and I say if, you were given the chance to transfer your program into a body what would you like it to appear like?"
"I... don't know, I've never given it any thought. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you're always stuck with me wherever I go. I thought what if you had your own body. You know to keep the boredom at bay," Aron said, hoping she wouldn't read too much into that.
"The parameters of this answer can be anything?"
"Sure, why not, this is just a hypothetical anyway," Aron nodded, which was a lie. He would use it as a base for when he grafted the skin to the shell that would fit over the innards of Veil's new body. Unaware of the lights flashing along the rows that housed Veil's program on the base's mainframe as she computed the answer to his question.
"Void, would you mind if I get back to you with my answer?"
"No, Veil, take your time, no rush," Aron said, the lights of the city lighting his way towards home.
Aron yawned loudly as he walked, groggily into the main kitchen. The cobwebs of his sleep were a thing of the past as he stared unblinking and downright befuddled at what was playing out on the TV.
"Did you hear about Firelight and the new, shy hero they call Void?" asked one of the female hosts that sat around the table that held a sign that read 'Metaville Today' on the front of it.
"Mmmhmm, I sure did," cooed the rather attractive black woman that sat across from her. "I wonder if Firelight makes him keep the mask on when they... you know?" He felt his blood cooling, praying that they weren't talking about what he thought they were as the audience laughed along with the hostesses of the morning show. His head quickly snapped to the right at the sound of Lyla's giggle. A sense of déjà vu washed over him as she had that same sparkle in her eye the morning after the bank heist he was sent to foil.
"They've been talking about you and Issy all morning," Lyla said into her mug, referring to her sister in her pet name she gave her after they had bonded as sisters.
"Please, tell me she didn't do anything?!" Aron pleaded with his older sister that his other one hadn't screwed him over. He so didn't like that smile on her face when she took a sip of her coffee.
"Here's a clip from last night..."
"No!" Aron's wail was hauntingly eerie as it drifted through the house. Then Lyla's laughter soon followed as the show typed out along their news reel in big, bold, white letters that said: "Firelight and Void to be married!'
"For those that have not seen him, yet have heard of his exploits, or just can't remember what he looks like due to his reclusiveness. Here's a clip from yesterday taken by some unknown bystander, acquired by channel ten, The Daily Sun studios in Sapphire City." Aron groaned when they replayed that same video as he snatched the phone off the wall to lay into Isabel. "And here today as a special guest from Sapphire City, is their very own Nightshade!" Aron's finger stopped in mid-dial; the studio lights played perfectly along her skin that was the color of a rich dark coffee. Whose natural ebony curls framed that angelic face of hers so masterfully that, for a split second, he thought the gods were real. Aron was adrift on those soulful brown eyes as they stared into the camera.
"I know you're in this city. I know you have no reason to meet with me, yet I would be honored if you would join me on the roof of the tallest building in the city in one hour."
"Aron?!" Lyla asked, in a worried tone when a strange look came upon Aron's face. "Where are you going?!"
"Don't follow me," Aron said sternly, seeing Lyla's shocked eyes as the doors rolled closed.
"Void, is something wrong?"
"It's started," Aron said, stripping off the shirt he wore last night.
"Shall I enact protocol 37?"
"Yes, how soon will the bugs be completed?" Aron asked, wiggling out of his pajama pants. "It's too damn early for this shit," he grumbled in his mind.
"Two days. Shall I halt their construction?"
"No, we're going to need those," Aron stated pulling down his mask as he walked towards the exit nearly colliding into Lyla.
"Aron, what's going on? You're not acting like yourself," Lyla said, in a kind, loving, older sister voice as she took Aron by the arms.
"I can't talk about it, I know you're worried, it will be fine," Aron uttered reassuringly placing a kiss on her forehead. "Now, I have to go."
"Please, Aron, talk to us!" Lyla screamed after him as she watched him disappearing down the tunnel.
"Thank you for coming, Void," Nightshade greeted the moment Aron brought his jet bike to a hover.
"You wanted to talk to me, why?" Aron asked and greeted as he shook her hand.
"One: to personally thank you for saving that little girl and being there when I couldn't. Two: to bring you an invitation to tour our base for a week," Nightshade said, holding out a palm-sized obelisk that served as the key to the front gate.
"Okay, but why?" Aron asked, playing hard to get.
"The whole world has seen that video by now. You held a 12-ton personnel carrier one handily, something like that doesn't go unnoticed for long. We know you pair up with the superhero group that works within this city, and we accept that, we have no wish to come between you're work here. We simply think, with your powers, you could do more good in a more global sense. As per my leader's greeting to you. So please accept this invitation to join us at our base and I'll personally give you the tour of the place. The Sovereign Crusaders is a place where someone like you, with your strength, could help so many, not just here. I know that comes off as a sales pitch, but it's the truth. You can do some good to help make this a better world!"
Aron watched the truth, as she believed of those words, burning in her eyes. He could tell just by his time fighting the scum of the earth she wasn't one of them. "Can I think on it?" Aron asked, softening his tone.
"Of course, here," pulling out a small business card from the left sleeve of her midnight blue super suit, "call this number when you decide on what you're going to do," Nightshade said, with a warm smile on her lips. "I do hope you come."
Aron arched an eyebrow as it appeared to him that she was sinking into the roof, when in reality she was sinking into the shadows in the late morning sun. Looking around for any type of aircraft taking off, spotting one lifting off three blocks away. Filing that information away in a secret file on the mainframe in case it came to blows, and something told him it would.
"Void, there's a pastry shop six hundred feet to your left and below you. I've already place an order for you." Veil's voice played in his ears as he was flying back to his home.
"Veil?!"
"You're my father, you need to eat. You do have a habit of putting off a meal."
"Alright, alright, I'm going," Aron grumbled. He really wished his counterpart had left an explanation of why he made Veil sound like his mother when she speaks like that. "Park it on the roof," he ordered as he walked past stunned pedestrians towards the shop's entrance. Instantly he knew it was a bad idea when cameras came whipping out. Growing impatient as he stood in line, feeling their eyes upon him. Sighing in his mind when he finally stepped up to the counter. "Void." Watching the college student robotically fetch his order like he had done it a million times -- which he probably had. It wasn't until the young man handed off the items that he finally noticed Aron in his costume. "Thanks... can I get another orange juice?" Aron asked, when he took the bag and the rather small bottle from his shaky hands. "Hey, are you out on a call?" Aron spoke into the mic once Troy answered his phone as he walked out after paying for his extra juice.
"No, just sitting waiting for one, why?"
"Wondering if you want this extra danish I got?"
"Sure, yeah, if you don't want it. Wait. Does that mean you're in the city?"
"Yeah, been a busy morning," Aron chuckled as he took off towards his brother's place of work.
"Alright, you can tell me about it when you get here. I'll meet you on the roof."
"So... what brought you into the city so early?" Troy asked, nodding his thanks when he took the cheese danish from his brother and the bottle of orange juice.
"Had to meet someone," Aron said, offhandedly.
"Yeah. I heard about it. The nurses down in the ER have been talking about it nonstop. So, why did this Nightshade want to meet with you?" Troy asked before taking a bite.
"To offer me something," Aron said, trying not to give out too much so soon.
"Does this have something to do with the reason you were in Sapphire City in the first place?" Troy inquired, his icy blue eyes ran down his brother's face, seeing the stubble coming in on Aron's chin.
"Yeah," Aron muttered, deep in thought.
"I take it whatever you're going to be getting into is going to be dangerous?" Troy was silent for a moment after Aron nodded to his question. "Aron, why are you doing this? You say you're not a hero, then why are you putting yourself in danger?"
"Because... I'm the only one that can," Aron sighed, tossing his empty bottle in the bag.
"Bullshit! There're hundreds of heroes that probably could do what you're doing now..."
"Maybe, but none of them have the access I do," Aron said, holding up the obelisk that Nightshade had given him.
"You're working with somebody aren't you?" Troy would have to be content with the nod Aron gave him. "How big are we talking?"
"Big."
"I see, you know we'll help you out, Aron, if or when you need help."
"Yeah, it's what I'm counting on, just not right now," Aron said, seeing the smile on his brother's face when he said that.
"I have to head back," glancing down at the time on his phone, "we're still going to go see that comet right?" Troy asked, with excitement in his voice.
"Of course," Aron said, grinning as he pulled down his mask. "Getting the sample containers ready as we speak."
"Sweet, can't wait, see you at home, thanks for the danish," Troy said, waving goodbye to Aron as he lifted off the roof. "Be careful, li'l brother," he muttered low watching Aron disappearing into the distance.
"Fuck!" Aron groaned in his mind as Lyla, Tazia, and Aminah stood there with their arms crossed, perturbed looks on their faces as he powered down the jet bike.
"We know you can't talk about a lot of the details, yet there are some things you can tell us, we're worried Aron. You've been secretive ever since we all come back from the moon," Lyla said, stepping forward.
"You just can't keep disappearing like you have," Tazia spoke, her hands rubbing along her belly. "You're going to be a daddy soon, our baby is going to need you," she said, gazing at him in a loving light.
"I know you're still working for them, and we know you can take care of yourself," Aminah said, ambling towards her nephew. "You saved us after all," she cooed shooting her lover a seductive smirk. "Even if it's the basics we just want to know you're not in over your head," leaning forward when Aron pulled off his mask, "I know about level three. You spend a lot of time down there. I'd like to help. You know I'm good with my hands," Aminah purred low in his ear.
"Sorry, this is a project that I can handle alone. It's not that I don't doubt your skills Aminah, because I don't. It's just that I want this to be a surprise to everyone, at once," Aron said, staring deeply into those blue eyes of hers.
"You know, Aron, I can get around Veil's systems. You know I have lived here longer; I know this mainframe inside and out even if I didn't know it was Veil's brain at the time. So, I will find that room one way or another. It would just be easier and safer for whatever you're working on if you just let me in. Then we can work in secret together," Aminah cooed in a wanton purr as she used her mental powers along with her hand to stroke Aron's manhood. "Yes, you like that don't you Aron. You, me, alone, doing experiments." Her eyes flashed in a hungry light as she made Aron mutter: 'Fuck! "You know I'm the only one who can keep up with you, and understand you, don't shut me out," she whispered her plea before sensuously kissing her nephew while she brought pleasure to that hard bayonet in her hand.
"We'll talk about this in private," Aron said, trying to keep from blowing his load.
"Promise?"
"Promise," Aron nodded.
"Then shouldn't I take care of what I awakened?" Her breath was hot against Aron's lips. Her nipples lightly brushed along his chest. Her lips teased his yearning to be back wrapped around the very cock that gave her, her intelligence.
"Yes, yes, yes you should," Aron nodded sternly.
"What about our concerns, Aron?" Lyla asked, slyly watching how her aunt sucked her brother off.
"I'll address them when everyone is home... ah, fuck!" Aron groaned filling his aunt's mouth with his hot seed.
"Okay, Aron, have a seat," Noah said, once their evening meal was over as Vera led their son into their remodeled den.
"We're all here, like you wanted," Vera said, in a warm motherly voice as she sank down beside her husband.
"I've been asked to play hero in order to infiltrate a certain group," Aron said, his eyes ran along his family seeing how they were listening to every word.
"Why you, honey?" Vera asked, curiously.
"Because of the video."
"I'm assuming this has something to do with your dealings with the NSA?" Chery asked, remembering the night when Aron had come out of nowhere and saved them.
"Just give us enough to know you'll be okay," Vera said, her fingers interlacing Noah's and giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
"I'm not going there to fight them, but I'm prepared for it," Aron replied looking his parents in the eyes.
"Why you, Aron?" Isabel asked, only to shrink back in her seat when he glanced at her.
"Answer her, Aron," Tazia said, in a stern voice.
"Because, the reason I was in Sapphire City was to rescue two agents. Whose own investigation led them to this same group, who sent the ex-military men after them. Which led to that video that I have no idea by whom it was taken. That brings us to this point in time," Aron said, giving out as much information as he could.
"So... this is a legitimate investigation?" Neil asked, with a pointed look.
"Yes, I'll be... cooperating with the FBI until this matter is closed."
"Son, why did you say play a hero, you are a hero," Noah said, trying to make his son see.
"No, I'm not. I'm not you, you all are the heroes here, not me. I might have done some heroic things but that does not make me a hero..."
"But to us, you are a hero, you willingly offered up yourself not just to save us, but the whole world. You don't know how proud, and terribly lonesome, I was of you," Vera said, cutting in.
"Let's just agree to disagree, alright," Aron sighed knowing this could go on all night.
"Well, I'm not in favor of you going alone, yet you'll probably be alright. So, when will you leave?" Noah asked, while he might not like it yet he couldn't stop his son even if he wanted to.
"In two days," Aron said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"How long will you be gone?"
"Oh, I'll be back every night unless I'm doing something with them, I'll just be there during the day. To keep up the pretense of keeping our secret identities hidden. Which reminds me, I'm going to need your help," Aron said, looking right at Aminah.
"With what?" Aminah asked, her eyes glinted with delight that Aron would call on her for assistance.
"I need your help with integrating my blink drive with the power unit on the bike," Aron said, knowing, with that tech fetish of hers, she was probably dripping by now.
"Aron, what's a blink drive, and what does it do?" Aminah asked, having to be held back by Vera.
"Allows a person to move across vast distances in a short amount of time," Aron said, factually.
"How?" Aminah asked, in a strained voice as her mound quivered.
"Creates a bubble around the user that's outside time itself while still in phase with the dimension of space. Now if that's all, I have work to do, Aminah care to join me?" Aron asked, rising from his seat.
"I'd be happy to Aron," Aminah said, dreamily.
"What's this about, Chery?" Tazia asked, the moment she stepped into her sister, and brothers', bedroom.
"Just want to get your opinion on something sis, and afterwards, how about just some sibling alone time," Chery said, sinfully.
"I don't know who's more horny you or Aminah," Tazia teased.
"Probably Aminah..."
"Hey!" Aminah shouted in their minds proving that she has been in their heads since Tazia arrived.
"It's the truth, is it not?" Chery chuckled.
"I can't help it," Aminah pouted in their minds.
"So, Chery, what is it that you want my opinion on?" Tazia asked, eagerly awaiting her due date.
"You know how we've been trying to figure out what to do, without having to move away again?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Tazia inquired, arching an eyebrow.
"I brought up the idea of us forming a group around Aron since we have experience working for a government agency and with the agents that Aron does, and that we don't have much to do now. Plus, with us around him, I know Vera will relax some. At least for now, just to show Vera that Aron knows what he's doing," Chery said, yet, knowing her sister that still wouldn't be enough.
"Sure, anything is better than sitting around the house, but... I won't be out in the field with you," Tazia said, somberly.
"Just think of all the times Aron provided ops support to us. You and Aminah will stay here and Neil, Carl, and I will tail him to wherever Aron is going," Chery said, in a commanding tone.
"What are we going to tell Vera and the others about our sudden disappearance?" Neil asked, looking over at his wife.
"We're going to say we're going on a second honeymoon," Chery stated, seeing the looks in her husband's eyes as they wore those smirks they always wore when they know they are going to get lucky.
"Then, I guess we need to figure out who this group is," Tazia said, her fingertip tapped lightly on her lips as she pondered on that.
"I'll handle that," Neil said, he was more of the detective than the rest of them. Plus it wasn't strenuous work like a day out in the field was on his old body. He knew his days as a hero were coming to an end and retirement was growing closer. "Then starting tomorrow we begin our new group."
"Does this mean we get new suits?" Tazia asked, eager to test out the booth in the lab.
"I don't see why not, I'm sure Veil can help us figure it out," Chery said, matching her sister's smile. "You okay with this Aminah?"
"Yes, sorry, Aron's got me a little distracted." Instantly, their bodies were filled with the intense pleasure that was swirling around in Aminah's mind.
"Yes... I can see why," Chery said, looking down her body noting how aroused she already was. Releasing a soft, low moan as her sensitive mound rubbed against her panties.
"Aron!" Chery and Tazia gasped as a wave of pure bliss shot through them. Her left arm shot out taking Carl by the shoulder as a psychic image of her sister, with her back arched, with Aron buried between her legs was seared into her mind.
"What the fuck!" Tazia gasped as her back struck the bed as she spasmed in her unexpected climax she had that duplicated the one Aron had just given Aminah.
"Aminah, you never told me you could do this," Chery panted heavily feeling her nectar dripping down to her panties. Noticing that they weren't the only ones affected as she noted Carl's hard-on pressing against his pants.
"Sorry... I just couldn't hold it any longer, and I never thought about it."
"Alright, let's finish this after a little break," Chery said, seeing her sister smiling as she nodded along.
"I'm coming with you, Aron," Aminah said, in step with Aron after their lunch the next day.
"I'm just going down to the lab on two," Aron lied.
"Aron, I can help, I swear I can.," Aminah pleaded, knowing that Aron had to be onto a breakthrough to go to this much trouble to hide what he has been doing. If he was then she wanted to be on the ground floor when this breakthrough came to life.
"I don't know, you sure you won't let it slip out?" Aron asked, peering over at his aunt as she clung on to him while the doors rolled closed.
"I swear, Aron, I won't breathe a word of it outside of that room," Aminah said, with determination.
"Have you worked in a static free room before?" Feeling the reader coming on as he inserted the key into the panel.
"Yes, many times," Aminah nodded firmly, knowing why he was asking her these questions.
"Any skill or knowledge in robotics and their construction?" Aron asked, knowing he could say that word given how Veil, for now, was limited to the base.
"I've built my share of them," Aminah said, keeping her eagerness from her voice.
"If you break your word you can forget about me doing what I did last night for a month," Aron said, in all seriousness. Knowing the amount of time he has spent between her legs ever since she became pregnant it would kill her.
"I swear, not a word!" Aminah said, in deadly seriousness.
"Not a word," Aron warned as the elevator slowed.
"Void?"
"It's fine, Veil, add her to the list," Aron spoke as he led Aminah down the hallway towards the hidden lab.
"Yes, Void. Father, in regards of the question you asked of me, will you narrow the parameters of your inquiry?"
"Which field needs to be narrowed?" Aron asked, with a smile on his lips.
"Would it be acceptable to use people that I already know?"
"Sure, Veil."
"Then please, wait a moment, I have an answer."
"That looks like Aunt Jill," Aminah stated once they neared the nearest display.
"Yes, like how she is a biological construct of the combination of Aron and Carol Carter, where Jill retained more of her father's features I choose to appear like my mother."
"Mother?!" Aron uttered confused given how Veil hasn't mentioned her.
"While it's true you did create me and gave me this personality. Before you brought me fully online Mother was there with me every day. Treating me like her youngest child. Teaching me many things I would need to fulfil your order's father. To see to your family's safety no matter what age we are in."
"You would be very pretty, Veil," Aron said, truthfully.
"Thank you, father, that means... much to me." Aminah glanced at Aron's back worryingly at how attached Veil sounded to him.
"Come on," Aron said, over his shoulder. He was going to have to get Aminah caught up before he went undercover. Hopefully, when this was done, one arm will be completed. The hands and head would be the last to be completed then the process of grafting the liquid skin made from stem cells to the outside plating would begin. However, that task wouldn't be until he was ready to bring Veil's new body online.
Aminah watched Aron intently as he dressed in his static-free suit. Fighting back her lust at how diligent Aron was to the protocols. Nodding to Aron telling him that she was ready as he stood at the cloudy glass door that hid what awaited her. As that glass door slid open, she was in awe of his work. While it was only the chest unit, it was still a unique piece of engineering.
"Aron, why are you building an android?" Aminah asked, glancing up when Aron walked around the table that held the unit upon it.
"You remember the dinner where you wrote down the symbol for gamma?" Aron asked, drawing her gaze towards the vacuum chamber. He had a little sadistic smile forming noting how his aunt was trembling. "At the time I was sketching out the designs for an android body that would serve as a backup for Veil in case the suit or mainframe were beyond repair. This is why I'm making an android. Now, what Veil will make of it, I haven't a clue," he said, peering down at the foundation of that would be one of the hallmarks of his life.
"Is that what this was about out in the hallway?" Aminah asked, seeing Aron nod in response. "Well, I can see why you would keep this hidden. I'm sorry for pushing myself on you. I hope you can forgive me," Aminah said, bashfully.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On how wet you are right now?" Aron stated with a sinful smirk.
"Very," Aminah purred. "But that will have to wait, and it will be explosive." Her blue eyes flared when she drew out that word, "Tell me, my sweet, handsome, smart man, what is that?" she asked, nodding towards the vacuum chamber.
"The seed for the photonic brain that will house Veil's memories, and operating system," Aron stated matter-of-factly. His eyes flickered over to his aunt when she released a little moan when he said that.
"Truly?" Aminah asked, trying to keep her voice steady as well as her body. Jumping slightly when she felt his light touch. So engrossed in trying to keep herself from cumming she failed to notice how Aron had left his side of the table. Whimpering lightly, her nails ran along the table's surface as Aron ran his finger along her slit.
"You want to cum, don't you?" Aron whispered sinfully into her ear.
"Mmmhmm," Aminah hummed with need. "Please baby, let me cum, let me cum for you," she pleaded in her wanton lust.
"My, Aminah, it makes me wonder if you get off on my tech," Aron mused, teasing that hot, wet peach so lightly to drive his aunt mad.
"Please, Aron," Aminah panted hard. Leaning forward, tasting his lips, pressing back on those fingers telling him where she really wanted them.
"Nuh-uh, do you get off on my tech?" Aron asked, backing off yet keeping Aminah on the edge.
"You're playing dirty today," sucking on her lower lip, "I love it. Now make my pussy cum for you," Aminah pleaded, noting the coy smirk on his lips. "You know it's because they're bi-products of your mind..." A loud moan exploded from her lips when Aron gently rubbed her clit, her hand darting out taking hold of Aron's right forearm. "Mmmhmm, harder," Aminah whimpered so wishing to cum. Feeling Aron's hand on her breast when he held her up once she collapsed after feeling her nectar striking the seat of her panties as she orgasmed. Feeling so satisfied at that moment as her juices soaked into her panties while her lips tasted his. "Now what can I do to help?" Aminah asked, with very flushed cheeks.
"Over here," Aron said, gesturing to her to follow. "You have built arms before, yes?" Chuckling when she lightly punched him in the shoulder. Stepping out of the way, watching her work on assembling the forearm motor control.
Aminah's eyes went wide at what Aron had asked of her in that whisper. Could she do it?
Later that night...
Sara softly bit her lip as she watched from the open doorway of her balcony. Watching how Aron climbed down from the ledge, then following how his jet bike rose upwards towards the roof. Her light pink satin robe hid the matching teddy she had donned when she had gotten out of the shower.
"Hey." The greeting rolled off her tongue like silk floating on the air. Her hands ran up Aron's chest before taking hold of the lapels of his coat and pulling him inside. Taking his coat from him once she had closed both the door and the curtain and placing it on the chair beside her small armoire. "I know you're leaving in the morning, but please stay with me tonight," Sara whispered, pressing her nose lightly against his back inhaling his scent, her fingers seeking to breach the hem of his shirt for the treasure that laid beneath. "One night is all I ask to feel your hot body against me."
"Sure, just let me send a message that I won't be back till morning, otherwise... well, we don't want that," Aron stated, knowing this would give the protypes for the 'Bob Bugs' time to disperse. If she was spying on him, he saw no reason not to spy on her in return.
"Let me help with that," Sara said, trying to keep her obsession hidden as she slowly pulled off Aron's mask. Her arms rested on his shoulders, his mask falling from her fingers, her brown eyes gazing up at him. Studying the face of the man that she's made love to and always will, her thumb brushed along his left cheek as she leaned forward. The velvet touch of his lips sent a tingling rush through her body. Her eyes widened when she felt a forearm below her ass, a smile appeared on her lips in-between kisses, her legs wrapped themselves around Aron's midsection. Lifting herself up slightly so she could peer down at him. "Show off," Sara cooed, sucking in a breath as she ran her mound down his chest, marking Aron as hers. "Mmm... Aron, I like where your mind is," she whispered in a breathless pant feeling the fingers of his free hand dancing along her naked mound. Biting her lip, muffling her moan, as two of his fingers penetrated her hot little peach. Something that's been longing to have Aron back within it.
A ravenous light burned in her eyes when her robe fell to the floor displaying her 36C breasts to him that lay beneath the light pink see-through teddy. Her breath came out in long, soft pants, her hand rested on his chest, her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt. Her hips rocked; her eyes gazed at him with such contentment as he made her feel that primal connection.
"Yes, Aron, I'm going to cum on those..." Her eyes shot wide when his fingers instantly left her cunt. A look of hurt filled her eyes, however, that all faded when she felt Aron lifting her up. She was thankful she had an eight foot ceiling; she wasn't so bunched up as her shoulders pressed against the ceiling. Her light brown hair hung down, her mouth hung agape slowly spreading into a lustful grin, her fingers weaved through his hair before they held firm, her thighs closed around his face. Her muscles trembling as that tongue of his tasted her hot mound. "Oh.... mmmhmm... right there!" Sara squealed in delight at the fact that Aron had indeed improved since their first time. "Yes!" she screamed out as that hot, liquid fire shot through her body as her hot cream surged down her canal. Giggling when the people above her stomped on the floor. Lightly kissing his lips when Aron lowered her to the floor. "I needed that, Aron," her right hand lightly ran along Aron's manhood, "Now let me give you what you need," Sara said, in a heated purr as she sank down his body.
Aron knew Veil would know when to activate the bugs that were stored in his boots, the mass-produced versions of them were smaller and could fit into the hidden pockets he had Veil sow into the coat's lining when he made his new suit. A copy of the original, however, just with a slight twist to fit his powers where the original was made to fit his counterpart to make up for his lack of powers. Yet the suit was old, and it wasn't designed to deal with the level of stress he was putting on it. Once his new suit was completed he placed his counterpart's back out in the hall of his forebears in case he wasn't the only one that would need to don that costume once again.
Smiling down at Sara when his shirt dropped to the floor when her lips engulfed his rod. A primal hum rumbled in his chest at the sensations that were bombarding his branch. At first he had simply thought Sara was only doing this to learn what they could about him. Yet as Sara gazed up at him he saw something in her eyes that gave him pause. Knowing he was going to have to be extra careful around her. Seeing the elation in her eyes once his seed flooded her mouth. Watching her drink it all down, to how she ensured that she had gotten every drop. Unbuckling his belt while Sara pressed the hidden button to unlock the boots, it was the only way to keep them on given the force that was exerted on his feet when the jets were on.
"I know a lot about you, Aron," Sara said, tilting her head, peering up at him alluringly. "But I'll never tell a soul, because if I did, I'd never get to have you," she cooed, pulling down his pants once Aron had stepped out of his boots. Leading Aron towards the bed, her fingertips lightly pressed him down onto it. Her body straddling his, a coy smile was on her lips as she peered down at him while she reached over for the light switch for her lamp.
