After a quiet night of slumber Jack Ramse was up before the dawn. Leaving the shelter of a rundown Tuna Boat called Heaven's to Betsy. Within it he found bound letters to a long lost lover left by a crew member. He decided to respect the Writers privacy and leave them intact. That and in opening them he knew his heart would find more thoughts on both Ruby Goddar and his own wife Renee left back in 2019. His only salvage then becoming a bobbing Hula Girl from the dash of the controls. The boat was from 1986 Newfoundland.
At first light on the horizon Jack and Fenway moved on. His run reaching the 150 mark of a 200 mile trek across desert. The differences now being he was discovering insects. Crickets at early morning. Mosquitos at mid day. Flies and butterflies just after noon. Birds in the sky even. At one point a flock of Geese lost in formation made him stop and absorb a bit of Home.
Grass was becoming more and more abundant. The scent of lingering salt tickled his sensative nose. A smile creeping across his face. He knew he was close. As birds became noisy. Gulls. Where there were Seagulls there had to be fish. A good meal would brighten his trip.
It still seemed so distant. Each footfall felt like a mile in itself. The bright blue sky the nearest ocean he had known in a long time. Yet, without a single drop of rain. It had been misery. Until the discovery of the underground sea. Then a few good baths. To know this land had more too offer kept him sane.
Cliffs were coming into view. The land narrowing down in favor of mighty ridges of rock. Not quite mountains but close enough. He could hear the crashing of waves. The thriving of wildlife. Lush fields of weeds merged with grassy plains. Tall grass. Uncut, merely trampled by something large at one point. That was a concern. Regardless he followed the trail of crushed wetlands. As his feet found water in the form of a marsh he crouched to wash his hands. Rinse the sweat from his revealed flesh. His turban used as a towel. It felt great. Living became worth it.
Trudging forward the marsh land teemed with life. Cranes. Flamingos. Fish a plenty. On the other side of the marsh large hills of dry land. Trees in thin sections. Climbing a large sand formation he just knew the ocean was over the horizon above. Fenway reaching the sight long before Jack. Hovering above in wait. Shrill pings of metallic excitement. Almost as if Fenway was a living creature. Jack noticed its emotional thrill. He didn't know what to make of it.
The final climb was over. Never a more beautiful sight. There it was. A massive ocean bluer than the sky. Stretching as far as the eye could see. There was no end. Sea life thrived. Fish leaping from the water playfully. Large humps he presumed to be whales in the deeper water. It was breathtaking.
"Ain't this something." Jack drops to his knees in the sand and removes his bulky backpack. Resting the sword Soultaker on the ground. Beside his favorite sniper rifle. He would take a seat in the sand and rest. For an hour he could only reflect on the majesty of it all.
Sighing at his relaxation he looks around good before deciding on his next move. He needed to make certain there were no predators around. Convinced, Jack had already made his decision. He would camp here for the night. Although early it was a prime spot. Water source. Fruit trees. Plenty of dry wood for a campfire. It was close enough to paradise.
Unpacking a hatchet he went about gathering wood, stones, and thin brush to begin his fire. Piling up enough for the night and early morning he set about with a firestarter and nurtured a nice blaze. It felt good. Between the breeze off the water and the fire it was a nice mixture.
No tent he merely unrolls a sleeping bag he had brought along and one of the Indian blankets from the Cargo Containers. They would be enough against the chill. He heightened body chemistry maintained a healthy core temperature at all times. He was cozy.
Eying the water Jack had another thought. As the sun began to set he needed two things. Food for sure. The second? He wanted a refreshing bath. A nice swim in the surf was inviting. Stripping down out of his jeans and black pullover T-shirt he parades barefooted down to the beach. Leaving Fenway to watch over his belongings. The sphere responded perfectly like an obediant dog.
Moving out waist deep Jack notes a number of fish flopping about. He would keep an eye on them as he bathed off the road dust and sweat. The cool water wonderful. As he splashed about he kept feeling as if he were being watched. He hadn't noticed any footprints really. Of course he was more worried about larger prints than human sized. Still, he did have Fenway scour the vicinity for life. Outside of birds and bugs he hadn't located any threats. Of course what defined a threat to the sensors of a floating orb?
Risk taken he polishes off his bath and decides to dive under. Eyes wide at the abundance of large fish about thirty feet away. He hugs the bottom trying to appear inconspicuous. Once amid the fish he reaches out and snatches up two large fish. Variety uncertain. They just looked meaty. A battle to escape lost Jack marches from the sea with dinner in hand.
His journey to camp brought on more sensations of on lookers. He decided to send Fenway on another recon. Giving him time to scale and filet his fish. Remaining nude for comfort. It felt nice to have this freedom. At least his belongings were all there. Having Fenway stand guard and creating a gravity field around his camp meant things would be too heavy to pick up by traditional hands.
Designing a quick grill out of larger sticks suspended over surrounding rocks he spreads the fish filets out to cook. The scent was delicious. He knew it might attract beasts looking for food. Still, he settled back knowing Fenway was circling a large area around camp. If danger loomed the sphere would warn and protect him to the best of its ability. Regardless he had arranged his weapons for any emergency.
Night falling the fire was his only light source. Outside of frogs and crickets the vicinity seemed quiet. The surf's continual beating upon the beach otherwise. It was certainly relaxing. So calm that after his belly was full Jack felt like kicking back on his sleeping bag to look up at the stars. It was an amazing sight. Zero polution in the atmosphere the sky was teeming with astral bodies. Magnificent.
Thoughts turn to Ruby. He wished that she could share in this moment. Recalling the one and only night he shared with her and just how beautiful she was. Even in the darkness. Sex was great. Power trip over power trip. Each exchanging and asserting their own versions of dominance. As much as his taking her that night at first traumatized her he knew later that her feelings for him were still there.
He tried not to think about knocking her up. Instead choosing the night of conception as his inspiration. If that were really the case. In this crazy place it could be anything. Regardless of his in and out thoughts on the subject Jack Ramse nurtured a healthy erection. Leading to a palm and curling fingers. Jack was off.
Long thunderous growls he pounds at his beast. Ruby was stripping in front of him. The image dancing in the campfires glow. Such a hot body. Tight. Muscular. Huge breasts. Hands in her long red hair.
"FUCK!" He jettisons a stream of cum into the sky. Falling back upon him in a milky rain. Twitching at his performance Jack released his cock and lay back with his eyes closed. He needed that. Stress relief would always be necessity. Ten minutes later Jack Ramse fell asleep.
On top of his blanket he lay sprawled out. Snoring away. His senses still on watch like any good Soldier. Ears. Nose. Ready to alert him if a threat arose. What he didn't expect was this.
After feeling a faint tickle in his lap he opens his eyes. What at first he thought was the glow from his campfire he soon realized it was not. The campfire was to his left.
"What the?"
Body struggling to cooperate at the moment he worried the fish he had eaten was poisonous. His limbs tight and immoveable. Only his upper body had its strength. Lifting up on an elbow he looked down at a familiar illusion.
"Fish has me hallucinating. I'm seeing Stinkerbell again." He recalls the night he thought he saw this creature outside the Ganthorian starships window.
Hugging his cock was the tiny five or six inch girl with dragonfly wings. He could feel not only the buzzing tickle of her wings but her arms surrounding the girth of his cock. She was looking as if she was trying to jack him off. Hearing low pitched groans. Along with faint giggles. Finally she climbs his cock and leans her chin on his crown. Licking up traces of leftover jizz. The taste making her giddy. Wings buzzing faster.
"Get off of my dick." He tries to brush her away. She merely evades him and hugs on to his foreskin with her legs.
Where was Fenway? Jack scans about and spots the orb lifeless in the sand. As if it had been powered down.
"Great." He then grabs his twin Glocks ready at his sides. Pointing one at the what? Sprite? Pixie? Faerie? Who cares. He just wanted her off of his dick. The flutter of her wings sending sensations through him that felt a bit too intimate.
"I said get off of my dick." He points a gun barrel right at her head. She knew whatever he was pointing at her was harmless. Jack did too. It wasn't as if he could shoot her and risk taking off his dick in the process. Lowering the gun he growls.
She perks up with a smile. So alluring.
"I- O-TAH!" She spoke. He heard her fairly well for her size.
"Iota?"
"O-Tah! I-O-Tah." She repeats pointing at herself while raising higher to sit upon his crown.
"I heard you the first time. Iota! Get away from my dick."
