The Ragnarö Protocol

Zeb is a world class engineer living a life normally reserved for the super wealthy: traveling to exotic locations and bedding beautiful women. All on someone else's dime.

Then comes The Plague. Fifty million dead worldwide and no end in sight. After more than a year stuck alone in his house, he gets a cryptic offer: solve an impossible problem first and get a million bucks. But the strange missive is just the beginning. His mysterious new employer has loftier plans which will take Zeb around the world, and beyond, in a sexy science fiction adventure.

The Ragnarök Protocol is a tale of erotic science fiction about an engineer who, with the help of his beautiful companions, attempts the impossible in an effort to avert the end of the world. If you're a fan of the science fiction and spy movies of the sixties and seventies, but always wished they didn't fade to black when things got sexy, then this novel is for you.

Author's Note: This is a full novel (~98k words) which I'll attempt to break up into easily consumable sections. All characters are over eighteen. Enjoy!

*****

Chapter 17

Lucy moved into our condo the next day and was immediately an integral part of our life. When we made love, it was usually all of us together, but she was initially hesitant to return the physical affection Bonnie and Margrethe offered her. But about a week later I perfunctorily knocked on the door to her office before walking in to find her and Bonnie sixty-nine-ing on her desk. After that we made love with perfect interchangeability. Any one of us was happy making love to any combination of our lovers.

Zoe, Sophie and Elin, who were now a very happy threesome, accepted the addition of Lucy as both obvious and beautiful. They instantly accepted Lucy as a member of the family, she even started giving my nephews lessons in Russian, which they loved since Lucy secretly taught them how to swear in her mother tongue.

Lucy and I continued to work between twelve and sixteen hours a day, despite the software being done. We still had to write all the installation manuals and were constantly fiddling with the design documents to make things smaller and lighter. I had been called to a meeting with Mr. Sinnsyk after Lucy's breakthrough. It was uncomfortable from the start.

*****

As I entered his office he was literally balls deep in Hadley's ass while she had her face buried between the thighs of an impossibly well-endowed south Asian woman. As I stopped in the doorway he said, "Come in, Mr. Anson. Have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment."

True to his word, roughly a minute later he roared and came deep in Hadley's ass. When he was done, she spun around and deep throated him while the other woman buried her face in Hadley's ass. I noticed that Hadley winked at me as she took her boss's cock down her throat and cleaned him thoroughly. He shortly pulled out of her mouth and said, "Thank you, my lovelies. That was most excellent. Why don't you two go finish up in the shower?"

Hadley led the other woman to a door I had not noticed previously, both of them shaking their asses as they departed. Sinnsyk acted as though I had interrupted him on the phone. He said, "Thanks for coming over so quickly. I heard you made a breakthrough."

I said, "It was really one of my engineers more than me. She has built a genuinely revolutionary system which we believe will meet all your requirements and more."

He said, "Excellent. I knew you could do it. Now, how soon will the system be ready to implement? This isn't one of those theoretical breakthroughs where the science is sound, but the hardware doesn't exist, is it?"

I said, "We have the system running in our lab right now. I'm certain the system could be refactored to suit whatever method you're planning for getting it to the Moon and implementing it."

He said, "All in good time. I'll have Ms. Kristiansen send over the lift requirements and you let her know how long before you can have a package ready to load."

"Just how soon are you looking to start this colony?" I said.

He looked surprised and said, "Has no one told you? I guess not. They're already there. We have a facility which comprises one-hundred million cubic meters and gets bigger by the day. But they're spending an impossible amount of effort staying alive because they don't have your system yet. We're also experiencing unacceptable losses. We have two thousand people there currently, but we've already had forty-one casualties. It's not all environmental problems but that's the bulk of it. We're desperate to get this system up and running so we can move everyone else to the colony."

My mouth dropped open in amazement. I said, "What do you mean everyone else?"

He smiled in an unsettling way and said, "Well, we can't stay here. Sooner or later the world's governments are going to figure out what we're doing and try to swoop in and steal all our technology. We can't stop them here because we have no military, and pandemic or no pandemic, even a third world country could take this island with little effort. But if we're on another planet, one they reached more than half a decade ago but couldn't be bothered with colonizing, they won't be able to touch us. By the time they can reach our colony we'll be well enough established that we can claim the Moon, or at least our part of it, as sovereign.

"Besides, we have no supply chain here. I stockpiled this island with enough food for five years but that'll run out in less than a year. This was never intended to be a permanent base of operations, just a staging area for our real enclave on the Moon."

"What about sustainable food supplies?" I asked.

He said, "All of that technology has already been shipped to Mare Crisium. I'm telling you, Mr. Anson, now that you've got this environmental system squared away, we're ready to move forward with Operation Heavy Lift."

I said, "What if people don't want to live on the Moon?"

He said, "

In

the Moon. Only a fool would try to live

on

the Moon. I assure you everyone will love it. We'll start rolling out promotional materials now that you've made this breakthrough. It's going to be great. I've been there six times myself. It's really quite remarkable. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go get Operation Heavy Lift kicked off. Ms. Kristiansen will contact you about the specific requirements. We hope you can get everything ready to go in short order.

"Who knows, Mr. Anson, maybe next time we talk it'll be in our Lunar Enclave."

*****

It had been thirteen days since that meeting, and we had just finished the necessary tweaks to I.L.S.A. to make her fit the mission parameters. My ladies had taken the shocking news of the intended relocation off-planet very calmly. Apparently, this information had been part of the normal onboarding process and Hadley had somehow 'forgotten' to tell me. My sister's family was hesitant about it but seemed like they would go along with the plan if necessary. The promotion Sinnsyk was doing was very convincing. Live shots of a very luxurious looking lunar colony complete with lots of amenities like schools and hospitals. The living quarters appeared to be similar to the condos on the island and as we started increasingly interacting with those already living in the colony it was impossible not to get the impression that they were happy there.

I received a call from Hadley who invited me, and my family, to head over to Île Saint-Paul that afternoon to watch the launch. The island was ninety kilometers to the south and served as Sinnsyk's spaceport. The spaceport operations were completely underground with only a one-hundred-meter diameter opening in the roof through which the rockets passed. The volcano's caldera was open to the sea and the artificially enlarged lagoon had a large dock which was used to recover the reusable rockets.

We rode together in a tram which traveled beneath the ocean floor and made the journey in slightly less than fifteen minutes. The interior of the facility was immense, containing hundreds of rockets which appeared ready to take off at a moment's notice. Today's launch would include the environmental system my department had built, in addition to twenty colonists and an additional two-thousand kilograms of equipment. We were directed to a bunker near the peak of the volcano from which we would get an up-close view of the launch. I asked a technician if the launches were known to the world's governments.

He said, "Probably. Even though we're literally on the exact opposite side of the world from NORAD in Cheyenne Mountain, they can't help but notice that we're doing basically daily launches. But what are they going to do? It's not against international law to go to space."

I said, "Do they know we're going to the Moon?"

He said, "Again, probably, but only by inference. Most countries sky watch capabilities are for shit. Once you get past LEO their visibility drops below one percent effectiveness. You guys should head to the upper dome, the countdown is below sixty seconds."

All nine of us headed up and took our seats. My nephews were bouncing off the walls with excitement while the adults all held hands with their lovers and waited more calmly, even though we shared the youngsters' excitement. Shortly the floor began to rumble and then the nose of a rocket appeared so close to our observation dome I thought I could touch it. Seconds later the rocket had cleared the volcano and was hurtling into the sky. Sinnsyk's rockets had a significantly smaller plume of exhaust, due to their nuclear rather than chemical propulsion, but the engine exhaust appeared as bright as the sun, and we were thankful for the polarization on the observation domes windows. In less than sixty seconds the rocket was out of sight.

We looked over to the large monitors and followed the rocket's progress. The launch was a straight shot to the space station orbiting above the Moon, with no stop off in Earth orbit in route. The rocket had passed orbital velocity in less than seven minutes and escape velocity in less than ten. We were told the rocket was taking things easy in deference to the passengers and only accelerating at slightly more than 2 g's, but that they were capable of four times that for unmanned or emergency flights. After a twenty-minute sustained burn the rocket dialed back to match the gravity on the Moon. This would be maintained throughout the flight with the exception of a thirty-minute switchover about a third of the way through their flight (but halfway to their destination). The whole trip took less than eight hours.

Once they arrived in lunar orbit everyone would transfer to a space station Sinnsyk had built and placed in orbit above the Moon. The rocket would then return to Earth and the passengers and cargo would transfer down to the colony in one of four shuttles.

On our return to Île Amsterdam, my nephews could not stop talking about how excited they were to go into outer space. The rest of us were excited as well, although that was tempered by how dangerous we knew it could be despite Sinnsyk's claims of impeccable safety records. Despite this we all knew we would go, drawn to the adventure of living out dreams most of us had shared since childhood of going into space.

*****

Two days later we got word that I.L.S.A was installed in the lunar Enclave, but that the technicians on site could not get the system fully online. Lucy and I spent two more days having excruciatingly frustrating conversations, both because of the 1.5 second delay for the signal to travel between planets and because the people on site were seemingly incapable of following the simplest directions. At the end of the second day, I was once again summoned to the chairman's office. Thankfully this time he wasn't mid-coitus, but the room stank of sex and several of his attendants were noticeably fondling each other.

He said, "Mr. Anson, I know you've been trying your hardest to interface with my people in the Lunar Enclave to get this system running. They just don't have sufficient understanding of what they're being asked to do. I think the time has come for you to make the trip up and do this yourself. Your entire family will go along with you, of course."

I said, "I still need to get their ok. This is a big ask, especially for my sister and her family." I threw the last part in to make sure he meant my whole family.

He said, "We've arranged for you to have the highest classification of suite in the Enclave, exactly the same as my quarters. You can all live there together. It's got four bedrooms and will easily sleep all of you. I won't beg or bribe you because we both know you want to go. You're like me, Mr. Anson, a dreamer. You've wanted to go to space since you were a boy. Well, tomorrow you'll get your chance."

I said, "I still need their buy-in. But I suspect they'll all want to go."

He said, "Good. Ms. Kristiansen will make all the arrangements. Oh, and there's one more thing, Mr. Anson."

"What's that?" I asked with trepidation.

He said, "I highly recommend having sex during the thirty-minute, zero G crossover. It's quite literally an out-of-this-world experience. You'll have your own cabin for the flight so you can enjoy yourselves."

*****

The next morning, we all met up at the tram terminal to travel to the spaceport with our 20 kilograms per person of allowable baggage. I had shared with Bonnie, Margrethe, and Lucy what Sinnsyk had said about the zero G time, and they were overflowing with ideas. I even mentioned it to Zoe who, instead of the normal little sister approach of calling me gross, grinned wickedly and said she could not wait. I saw her talking on the tram with Sophie and Elin, and everyone had a big smile on their face. We had a lengthy wait once we arrived at Île Saint-Paul as they loaded up all the necessary cargo. There were two other groups of people on today's flight: one which was comprised of two women, three men and five children; the second group was a man, two women and two children. All the kids, including my nephews, were between nine and thirteen years old and the kids gravitated to each other to share their excitement for the coming adventure.

When the time came to board, we were led into an elevator which took us up to the top of the rocket and then we were led into the passenger compartments. There were four beautiful flight attendants who led everyone to the acceleration couches, which sat in a five-by-five grid at the nose of the spacecraft. There was room for everyone to strap down, including the flight attendants. Once we were all secure the ground personnel withdrew, and the door was sealed. We then had roughly ninety minutes of final checks which we kept up with due to the constant drone over the speakers. Finally, all systems checked out and our countdown began. It wasn't slow and dramatic like in the movies. I pleasant females voice just counted down from fifteen. When she got to five everything started to rumble. When she got to zero, we all got significantly heavier. I looked at the monitor to see the exterior view as we cleared the tower and began our trip to space.

Ten minutes later we went from being more than twice as heavy than our bodies were accustomed to, to being a sixth as heavy. The flight attendants unstrapped themselves and assisted us to unstrap as well. They said we were free to roam around but that each family group had one private area where they could rest and relax in privacy. We had two hours until changeover, and we were each given a pill which would prevent drop-sickness when we were weightless.

The kids had to be told repeatedly not to jump up and try to touch the ceiling as they experimented with the effects of weighing a sixth of what they were used to while retaining all their mass. Eventually the flight attendants took all the children into the central room with the acceleration couches and put on a movie. I looked at our private compartment with disappointment, since clearly the hoped-for sexy time wouldn't be possible since we only had the one room for both my family and my sister's. I did, however, notice something of a conclave forming with Bonnie, Margrethe, Lucy, Sophie, and Elin. This broke up after five minutes of whispering and snickering. They then pulled Zoe and I into the stateroom we had been assigned and barred the door.

Sophie said, "I have been appointed as spokeswoman and we, your sister and girlfriends, have come to a decision. We are all grownups here and this is literally the chance of a lifetime. I have no intention of going to my grave saying I could have had free-fall-sex with the women I love, but I didn't because my brother-in-law was in the same room. We are all agreed on this, and we hope that you two," she stared down Zoe and myself, "aren't going to mess this up. Besides, we're all living in the same condo when we get to the enclave and it's not like we won't be having sex there..."

Zoe looked at me and said, "I'm game if you are, Z. Besides, how else am I going to get to see Lucy's amazing knockers?"

Lucy said, "You can see breasts whenever you like, Zoe. You are family," as Bonnie frantically tried to simultaneously shush the voluptuous redhead and avoid bursting out laughing herself.

I said, "I hope they have shrinks on, excuse me,

in

the Moon."

We proceeded to our assigned cabin and bolted the door after Elin checked on my nephews and ensured that the flight attendants would keep an eye on them during the zero-G time. Once the door was closed Lucy removed her blouse and her bra and said, "You see, Zoe?" She then jumped up in the air showing us just how remarkable one-sixth gravity could be on her amazing assets. They jiggled as if in slow motion and Lucy beamed at the attention of six pairs of eyes. Sophie said, "You're so beautiful, Lucy. I bet you can't wait to get to the Moon and have those babies weigh so much less."

Lucy said, "That will be nice. Now, let me see all your beautiful tits. Fair is fair."

Everyone else quickly shed their clothing save Zoe and myself. Sophie had always seemed very pretty to me, but I was surprised at how large her breasts were. I would have guessed she had large A or small B cups but when she removed her bra, I saw they were easily C-cups, with large full areola and nipples thanks to breastfeeding their sons. She had a neatly trimmed pubic area above a very prominent labia. She had the tiniest bit of tummy and a rounded ass. All in all, I had significantly underestimated how attractive she was, but that wasn't surprising considering how long she had been my sister in all but DNA.

I decided to bite bullet so I hugged Zoe lightly and whispered, "This will be fine, Z. We'll just each keep to our own side."

She said, "You're right. Everyone is right. I'm just having trouble getting in the mood with my brother in the room."

I impersonated countless movie characters summoning a maître d'hôtel by snapping my fingers and saying, "Garçon!" Sophie and Elin swooped in and began kissing Zoe's face and neck as they slowly removed her clothing. I moved to the other side of the compartment with my ladies and removed my own clothing before saying, "So what do you ladies have in mind?"

They came together and pulled me into the heavenly mass of their combined breasts. Seventeen combined cup sizes topped by six tasty nipples. I was rock hard in no time as I sampled as much of their breasts as possible. Lucy, who was in the center, dropped down and took my cock in her mouth. She was still learning the finer points of oral sex but Bonnie, Margrethe and I were patient teachers, and she was an eager learner. I thrust two fingers into each of my loves who were offering their breasts to my eager mouth. I could hear them kissing about me as I enjoyed their nipples and Lucy tried her best to deepthroat me.