Selene let Robert smell her panties and could feel his penis hardening. She rode him for a while until he was hard and then snuggled up against him. So she could kiss him and massage his penis with the movements of her pelvis. Just before he came, she used her vaginal teeth and bit. Just before that, the blood just tasted better. But she only drank a few drops and was more interested in sucking his sperm deep inside herself.
They harmonized better and better and Selene enjoyed the sex. But maybe she was just aroused because she had lived out her nature as a warrior. She now knew what she had to do. She just had to be careful not to attract attention. Not that she became the enemy of war of all people. She didn't think she was strong enough for that.
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*1948*
Selene felt guilty. She had made every effort to end the war faster so that this time fewer people died than three decades earlier. But it was in vain. An estimated forty million people were dead and large parts of the world lay in ruins. The capitals of the war opponents Berlin, Rome, Madrid and Tokyo had been wiped out by atomic bombs along with a dozen other large cities. Only the most powerful explosions in history had made the fascists give up and finally ended the war.
She had decided to help after most of her slaves had been drafted into military service. Just like in the first big war, her nightmares had returned, but this time they disappeared immediately when she actively intervened and helped. Maybe her dreams told her that dangers were imminent and when she met them they disappeared.
This time she hadn't stayed out of it like almost thirty years before. She was a woman and although she was much stronger, she was not allowed to join the army. She had looked for ways to help more effectively. Disguised as a nurse she followed the troops and often went ahead of them to blow up ammunition depots or destroy supply lines. Or to blow up a munitions factory every now and then. After the USA had won after three long years on the Mexican front and had also taken the rest of Central America up to the border to Colombia, Selene changed the front like the rest of the soldiers and tried to help in Europe.
In Europe she had to witness how cities where she used to spend her holidays or where she had lived for a while so that she could devote herself to her current husband, lost all beauty. Entire cities were destroyed under tanks and bombs. And the war not only took hundreds of slaves away from her, but regularly demanded her current husband, who fought near her, but was actually only supposed to provide her with information about potential targets.
Robert had died in Guatemala, his successor in Algiers and the last one nine months ago in the Ardennes. Fools who tried to fight by themselves instead of letting her do it. But since no one had impregnated her, her grief was limited.
She wondered if her intervention had really helped. During the war she had blown up more than a hundred ammunition depots and also some factories, accepting the death of thousands of civilians and as many soldiers. And yet she could hardly accelerate the war and avoid the use of nuclear weapons.
For every person she had enabled to leave Europe through donations, she had killed another. Collateral damage. To prevent more deaths from the use of these weapons. She would have to live with her decisions about who the good guys were and who the bad guys were. Although she had supported those who had ultimately won, she was not sure that the price of victory had not been too high.
And she was also no longer sure that the right people had really won. In the beginning it was all about defending freedom. But as a result, millions of enemy soldiers were now prisoners of war, and voices were raised to deprive them of their freedom and use them for labor services. Slavery. And certainly far less friendly than Selene's own slaves, who obeyed her but were still legally free.
The map of the world had changed massively. At the conference in London the borders had been redrawn in tough negotiations. The British Empire had abandoned all claims in North America and was no longer an obstacle to the formation of the continent-wide North American alliance under US leadership. With an annexed population, which had to wait a long time before they got the right to vote. In return, Europe was divided among the victors England, France and the Soviet Union.
Selene fervently hoped that mankind's desire to wage war had finally been eliminated. If the states recovered in a few years and then turned on each other with the newly developed weapons, things could go badly. If everyone had nuclear bombs and missiles, and not just the newly founded North American Union, they too would be in danger. At this very moment, three other countries were already researching nuclear weapons.
Her body could withstand bullets. Maybe it could withstand a tank, but nuclear weapons were something else. They would simply vaporize her. And even if she could hide, humanity would be close to extinction and would hardly be able to supply her with blood or manpower in a radioactive environment.
On her way back across the Atlantic, Selene set sail for South America. She had sacrificed large parts of her fortune to enable persecuted minorities from Europe to escape to the USA. Anonymously, at the beginning of the war, she had paid for tickets for thousands of refugees fleeing persecution. She had sacrificed half of her fortune for this. Together with other foundations, her foundation had set a precedent and enabled millions of people to settle in the new world. Compared to the many dead, however, only a tiny number. Especially the bribes paid to politicians in the USA swallowed up much more money than she had hoped. But she had influenced a law in her favor.
Selene looked out to sea. She was on one of the many troop transporters, which now that the war was over and Europe was on the ground, brought many civilians to America. Her ship was one of the few that did not go to North but South America. She wanted to spend the next few years on a continent where nothing was destroyed and no fighting had taken place. Where she had not yet killed.
Selene knew she was running out of time. She needed to finally have children and establish her species. Perhaps her species could control humanity, make it more peaceful. Hopefully, she would find a powerful man in Rio. After the first ten husbands had died from an overdose of sex with her followed by a complete loss of blood to her, the war had taken three more men from her.
Maybe it got better with number fourteen. She would get rid of him, too, if he did not give her a pregnancy. But until then she would love him. Every day. She allowed her husband a thousand tries until she fucked him until his body gave up. She hoped that she found a man who was as rich as possible and who could make up for her badly diminished fortune. After the donations and the war losses, she owned only ten million as well as her numerous properties. She found too little for a decent life. At least her slaves, who had not died at the front, would now be able to work again and increase her wealth.
