Destiny's Shift
the Six Saviors had gone to check it out.
    As he walked along the back alley of the saloon looking for black ash the
    Colonists left behind before, during, and after a kill, he had come across a male and
    female. Jovan watched as their mouths passionately moved over each other, and then the
    male lifted the female’s skirts. The male unbuttoned his pants, and Jovan watched him
    free his hard shaft and push it toward the woman. She gasped, and they moaned in
    pleasure, oblivious to the cold air. Jovan had felt his own cock grow hard, and he didn’t
    understand why.
    “You like what you see there, honey?”
    Jovan spun around and met the blue eyes of a woman who worked in the saloon.
    He didn’t answer.
    “I’ll let you have me for two bucks.”
    He turned again to watch the couple down the alley. The man looked as though he
    had just struck gold, and Jovan knew he was missing out on something big.
    “Okay.”
    She led him up to a small room above the saloon. Jovan watched it awe as she
    removed her dress and underskirts, revealing skin that shined in the lamplight, full breasts
    with bubble-gum-pink tips, a small waist, and rounded hips.
    She lay down on the bed and looked at him expectantly.
    “Well, come on, honey, I ain’t got all afternoon for you to stand there and look at
    me. If you want some of this,” she took a breast in each hand and pinched the nipple,
    “then you best get movin’ on.”
    Jovan undressed, and the woman smiled. “I may actually enjoy this,” she said,
    and Jovan wondered why she wouldn’t. The woman out back looked like she had.
    He went to her, his cock a bar of steel. As he crawled on the bed, she asked, “You
    like it on top or do you want me up there?”
    Being an SR44 male, he tended to be a little dominant, but he knew he was in new
    territory here. On SR44, joining with a female consisted of both smoky forms coming
    together and swirling through each other. He had a feeling this was going to be very
    different than that. And besides, getting used to his large human body was taking time,
    and every day he was finding out new things and functions it performed. Like now. He
    thought it best to let the lady lead, because he had absolutely no idea what he was doing,
    only that he wanted it done.
    “You,” he said gruffly.
    He lay on his back on the small bed, and the woman straddled him. He watched in
    fascination as his shaft disappeared within her, and then the sensations took over.
    An hour later, they lay side-by-side, the flicker of light from the lantern casting
    shadows over the small room. She turned and gave him a sad smile.
    “I don’t know your name, honey, and I don’t need to. But I do know that you’re
    welcome back here anytime.”
    He smiled back. “Thank you, ma’am.”
    He left, giving her five dollars.
    Months later, he would realize that he didn’t have to pay for the incredible
    experience, and there were women who were more than happy to give it to him for free.
    And from that point on, he’d taken it when offered.
    Opening his eyes, he looked out the window again and saw that the pool was
    empty. Then he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Glancing toward the stairwell, his
    gaze was met by Liberty’s. She stood there naked.
    “Warrior!” she said with a smile, as if sauntering into a kitchen buck-naked and
    dripping wet was something she did every day. “I did not hear you enter.”
    He stared at her for a beat, then forced his eyes to the floor, certain his erection
    was going to pop right through the zipper in his jeans, but he wasn’t sure if it was because
    of Liberty or his memories.
    Forcing himself to turn around, he said, “Liberty, please take the clothes in the
    bag and go put them on.”
    There was a beat of silence, and he heard the bag crinkle as she took it in her
    hands.
    “Have I offended you, Sir Jovan?”
    Offended him? No. Jacked him up? Maybe. It was either her or the memory.
    “No, Liberty,” he said in a quiet voice.

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