Nigh Invulnerable

Author's note:

See part 1 for blurb. Also, if you haven't already read part 1, I strongly recommend doing so before proceeding.

All sensuality (on page or otherwise) takes place between characters who are eighteen or older.

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Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Nine

"Warning," an insistent voice cautioned anxiously. "Collision imminent."

Felix ignored the voice in the hopes that he could, through sheer force of will, insert himself into a segment of the afterlife free from such annoyances. He was relieved to discover that he had both sensation and movement in his extremities as he slowly tested each in turn. The sensation component was readily obvious thanks to the overwhelming feeling of heat which spread across his body. This immediately put him in the mind of the hell of persistent myth, a possibility he suddenly realized he should have given more consideration considering his recent past involved ending the lives of hundreds of sentients. He quickly realized, however, that the heat was more 'sitting in the afternoon sun' than 'burn your flesh from your bones', so he decided to just enjoy the sensation. He was content to just relax in the oddly warm and weightless void in which he had found himself for at least several dozen years.

"Warning," the voice repeated. "Collision imminent."

He groaned in mild irritation at the realization that he would be forced, at least momentarily, to set aside plans for enjoying his richly deserved rest. A persistent rumble which seemed to come from all directions at once (not to mention the annoying voice of Bog) told him that his hearing was working, so he decided to risk testing his vision. Upon opening his eyes, he discovered that his little slice of the afterlife also allowed for frustrations such as stress and panic as both quickly rose to their maximum values.

He was, as near as he could tell, tumbling gently as he plummeted toward notably Earth-like terrain. Below him was spread out a long beach abutted by a seemingly endless ocean. More concerningly, the ground was close enough for him to make out individual humanoids. A panicked look around told him he was still wearing the suit he had donned before what he assumed had been a spectacular death. The heads-up-display informed him that he was falling at nearly seventy meters per second, and that he would become intimately familiar with the ground below him in less than twenty seconds.

He flipped rapidly through the unfamiliar display until he found the controls for the thrusters which had been designed for zero-gravity EVA, hoping they would be sufficient to slow him down somewhat. He took a seemingly endless six seconds to use the air rushing past him to rotate his body in such a way that the primary thrusters were pointing toward the ground before instituting a full burn. His fall was arrested almost at once and he breathed a deep sigh of relief, especially when he noted that he was a mere forty meters from the ground. His victory was short-lived, however, upon noticing two critical issues. The first was that the burn which had arrested his fall was now carrying him rather worryingly higher. The second was an angrily blinking indicator on his heads-up-display informing him that the fuel for the jets was being burned at a frightful rate.

Things came to a head moments later when his jets started to sputter, and his downward journey resumed. There was a small relief provided by the intermittent jolt of upward acceleration as the jets consumed the last of the fuel, but it was all too brief. The last of the fuel burned off when he was still nearly fifty meters from the ground. Fortunately, his terminal velocity plunge had been arrested. Unfortunately, he was still further from the ground beneath him than a midfielder kicking off a football match was from the opposing goal.

As his freefall resumed, he began rapidly scrolling through the menus available to him, frantic to find a solution before he crashed into the ground. Two seconds later, amid a cacophony of warnings and alarms, he spotted a menu labeled parachute. He hurriedly keyed it and, in response, was greeted with a screen asking him to confirm his selection. He barely had time to shout, "What thefuck!" before he slammed into the unforgiving ground.

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Felix came awake to a loud groan of pain, quickly followed by the realization that the groan was coming from his own lips. All he could see was blackness when he opened his eyes. His ears seemed to have been similarly impaired save for a persistent ringing. Attempts to check the functioning of his extremities quickly ground to a halt when he realized he was unable to move.

"Just fucking perfect," he grumbled. "Apparently my fate was to be sent to the hell-of-getting-turned-into-a-quadriplegic-upon-arrival. That'll teach me to fight for the future of humanity."

Felix's theory about being paralyzed died a quick death when he realized that his extremities were throbbing in pain, along with the rest of his body. He tried to access his suit's heads-up-display, only to find that the entire system was nonfunctional. He felt his anxiety spiking at the thought of being trapped like this for eternity, but his panic quickly took a back seat to anger at his predicament. A seldom heard voice in the back of his mind, after begging his wider consciousness's pardon and requesting permission to be heard, pointed out that he was lying face down. He tried to turn over, only to once again discover that his arms and legs were both inoperable and in an advanced state of agony.

To add to his frustration, Felix felt himself starting to get lightheaded. A quick review of his circumstances led him to the realization that his suit was built to keep atmosphere from escaping at all costs. Now that the suit's electrics appeared to have failed, there was nothing to keep the flow of oxygen going. The natural extension of this line of thought was that he had only the scant amount of air which fit into the suit, along with his oversized body, to breathe.

He felt his determination swell and resolved to free himself from the suit, no matter the cost. He pushed down with his arms and legs with all his might, heedless of the searing pain he felt or the audible crunching of broken bones he could hear. Within moments he both sensed movement and saw the barest twinges of light through his visor. He kept pushing himself upwards until he could see the sky above him. At this point, he abandoned his attempt to rise and switched his focus to triggering the emergency release located behind his right ear.

Felix's attempts to use his right arm to free himself resulted in a regretful report from the administrative region near his shoulder informing him that no movement was possible. He knew his left arm was hardly in better condition, having nearly passed out from the pain caused by his almost certainly shattered collarbone. He took a calming breath, sending out a quick apology to his battered body for the further damage he was about to impose. Gritting his teeth, he cranked his left arm over his head, a move made both easier and nearly impossible thanks to, respectively, the increased flexibility and consciousness-threatening anguish caused by his injuries. Just before he felt the comforting shroud of unconsciousness descend over him, he heard the sigh of incoming air signifying that he had succeeded in opening his suit.

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Distant memories: indistinct and formless. As though he was reading the story of another man's life.

'Give me all that spunk. Fucking cover me in it.'

Severed dreams: a life, and a future, promised and then cruelly snatched from his grasp.

'Just think of that massive load filling my pussy...'

Regret for his reckless decisions gives way to acceptance of his ownership over the path his life took.

'I want you to cum inside me, Felix.'

Felix jolted awake, the cacophony of unremembered dreams hammering at the inside of his head. He tried to shake his head to clear his thoughts, only to discover that he was still trapped in the iron maiden of the Cygnian-designed Star Trooper armor. He could smell the salt of the ocean filling his nostrils. That, plus the fact that he had not suffocated, reminded him that he had succeeded in opening the suit.

He tossed his head and felt the back of his helmet fall away as the clamshell closing mechanism for the suit's two halves began separating. He managed to push himself up from the suit, dimly recognizing that his shoulder was no longer either throbbing in pain or malfunctioning. Upon freeing himself fully from the suit, he surveyed his surroundings. A chuckle escaped his throat as he took in the modest sized crater he had created when he crashed into the dunes. The suit he had worn was only visible if one was standing beside the hole he had created. And he could tell by the way the sand was pouring into the crevice, it would soon be buried.

He rose to his full height and gazed around at his surroundings. Just over the dunes to the west, he could see the ocean. The weather felt warm, but not oppressively so, and the sky was clear. On the whole, he silently declared to himself, he found this particular slice of the afterlife to be quite agreeable. He thought to test out the water, wondering if eternity would grant his modified body the ability to swim, something that had been far beyond both his emotional and physical capacity in life.

His metaphysical musings were interrupted by a voice carried on the wind. This brought a smile to his face without him realizing that yet another fear about the afterlife had been quelled. Despite the fact that Felix had always been something of an introvert, and a loner, he knew that an afterlife devoid of companionship of any kind would most certainly beoneof the circles of hell, no matter how picturesque.

His general sense of contentment grew when he began walking toward the surf and spotted people near the water. He headed in their direction without a second thought, eager to know more about this realm. He skidded to a stop however when his keen eyesight picked out the fact that, as near as he could tell, none of the several dozen people he could see from his current vantage point were wearing clothing of any kind. This realization was quickly followed by the undeniable truth that he was also quite nude thanks to the fact that the suit with which he had been provided had been far too snug to allow so much as a pair of briefs. He decided, perhaps aided by a dusting of self-centered delusion, that his version of the afterlife was influenced by the nature of his death, and that everyone here was nude merely to make him more comfortable.

He accepted this line of thinking without further introspection, deciding that the afterlife was no place to waste time on doubts and insecurities. He continued his measured steps in the direction of his fellow Valhallans. His steps faltered again, however, when his attention was drawn to a handful of people splashing each other in knee-deep surf. Felix was able to freely admit later that his, at the time, earth-shattering revelation should have been patently obvious. But, in that moment as he stood gob smacked at the edge of the dunes, he was overcome by an all-consuming wave of desire at the realization that the 'people'he had spotted were, in fact, very nubile,veryattractive,very nude, women. His manhood swelled of its own accord, heedless of any shame he may have felt at the display, and he began walking in the group's direction.

In hindsight, he was able to admit that he likely looked not unlike a wicked creature of myth. While he had mysteriously healed from the injuries caused by his crash, the viscera had remained. He was also covered in sand, a good deal of which was caked on due to the dried blood which covered his torso. His enhanced muscles were bulging, thanks in large part to his arousal-induced racing heartbeat. Then there was the decidedlynotsmall matter of his coupling gear, the head of which proudly stood more than twenty centimeters from his pubis.

"Good Christ almighty, buddy," a baritone voice rang out off to Felix's left. "You'd best put that thing away before you put someone's eye out."

Ten

Felix whirled around to find the source of the voice and spotted a couple walking toward him arm-in-arm. The man was reasonably fit and appeared to be in his late thirties. He stood several dozen centimeters below Felix's enhanced height and had short blonde hair. The woman matched the man in height and age, with what Felix thought of as ethnically Chinese features. She was slender with dark, shoulder length hair and notably large breasts for someone from eastern Asia. Similar to the other beachgoers, both were adorned only in sunglasses.

Felix's brazen staring was interrupted by the man saying, "Are you all right, fella?"

The couple reached Felix's side and the woman matched his open leering as she regarded his engorged manhood. At length, her gaze trailed up his body and she said, "Be nice, Xavier. Perhaps he just arrived and is finding it... hard... to get acclimated."

"I'll say," the man replied with a chuckle before he pointed behind him and said, "Why don't you join us?" The woman looked at her partner with a questioning expression, prompting him to add, "What? Sooner or later, those chicks pretending to innocently splash each other while they wait for some sugar daddy to take notice of them are going to spot our friend here. This way, we'll all get to enjoy the floor show when they fall over each other trying to move to the front of the line to take a ride on his pride and joy."

Felix dumbly followed the couple back to their belongings, his thoughts warring between embarrassment over his lurid display and unfamiliar racing thoughts about taking the group of girls en masse and impregnating the lot of them. Taking a seat on the sand helped with the former problem as his unrepentantly turgid cock was no longer on such obvious display, but their position took him even closer to the girls in question and he was having difficulty focusing.

This task was not made easier by focusing on the couple who had, for want of a better term, rescued him. The woman was unquestionably beautiful, mature and confident. He was also unable to purge from his mind the amazing sight of her hairless pussy, her pouty lower lips on full display. It was a sight he had never seen before and he wondered if her hairlessness was hereditary, or if she had somehow, impossibly, managed the task of removing the hair from her most sensitive area. She adopted a lotus style position as she took her seat on a towel, almost pleading with him to continue to devour the sight of her startling femininity with his eyes.

"So, what brings you to this little slice of paradise?" the man asked distractedly, his eyes firmly on the quartet of young women who were now batting around a volleyball in the surf.

"Just lucky, I guess," Felix allowed.

"I'm assuming based on your accent that you're not from around here."

Felix shook his head and said, "Nope. Just arrived, as it were. You?"

The man shrugged and said, "I'm sort of from all over. Got here a few days ago. If I'm honest, I'm just happy to be away from all the trials and tribulations of everyday life."

"Tell me about it."

"What do you do? Professionally?"

"Once upon a time I was a teacher. But then I made the dumbest decision in history and decided to enlist.'

"Can I assume that the grass was in factnotgreener on the other side?"

"Not as such. Didn't see much grass, now that you mention it. A few cities, a couple of beaches no wherenearas nice as this. And not just because no one is trying to kill me here."

"Day ain't over yet," the man countered. "One of the volleyball stars has been making eyes at you. Perhaps she's a succubus who aims to fuck you to death."

The woman frowned and said, "Do mean to imply that she must be evil because she's a woman?"

"Not at all," he replied jovially. "Just that it is profoundly likely."

"I can't believe I let you fuck me," she groaned.

"You know you love it," the man retorted good naturedly. He then turned his attention back to Felix and stuck out his hand before saying, "I just realized we haven't been properly introduced. Xavier St. John-Smythe."

"Felix Dvoryanin."

The woman waited a few beats before sticking out her own hand and saying, "Jiang Chou."

Felix took her hand as well, trying to ignore the jolt of adrenaline he felt upon touching her skin, and said, "Pleasure to meet you both."

"So, what prompted you to seek out a nude beach?" Jiang asked coquettishly.

"Isn't it obvious?" Xavier boomed. "If I had a cock like that, I'd never wear pants again."

"You hardly wear pants now," Jiang retorted dryly as she glared at the now growing group of women whose frolicking seemed to be migrating in their direction.

"Didn't hear you complaining last night," Xavier muttered quietly. He then turned his attention back to Felix and said, "Where are my manners? Do you want a beer, or something?"

"Sure," Felix replied gratefully. "I can't remember the last time I had anything to drink."

As Xavier passed the dark green bottle over, the truth of his statement hit Felix. The ship he had been assigned by the Cygnians had contained no provisions. It seemed to be an article of faith amongst his now former oppressors that the Star Trooper Conditioning, which made it technically possible for him to go without food or water for weeks at a time, meant that heshouldbe made to go without whenever possible. His hunger, and his thirst, should have been irrelevant in the afterlife, but the fact that he had arrived in this place in his suit seemed to suggest that he had been literally taken bodily into the afterlife, as opposed to a more metaphysical transition. He drained the beer in a single long pull and stifled the resulting burp self-consciously.

"Holy shit," Jiang murmured. "That was incredible."

Felix shrugged and said, "Like I said, I was a little thirsty." She snatched another bottle from the cooler and held it out to him reverently, but he held up his hand and said, "I couldn't drink all your beers."

"Sure, you can," Xavier cut in gregariously. "We've got plenty more back at the house. Besides, I think you just picked up a few additional admirers."

Felix glanced in the direction of the crowd and was quickly rewarded with a chorus of giggles. There were now six women in the surf. They all appeared to be between the ages of nineteen and twenty-one and had uniformly blonde hair and lithe, athletic bodies. Another round of laughter exploded as their gaze shifted to something to Felix's right. Upon turning in that direction, he spotted Xavier waving the girls over. He turned back just in time to see them hurrying to join them. His mouth dropped open as he beheld the spectacular sight of a dozen breasts, ranging from pert to perky to plump, jiggling gloriously as they scampered closer.

Nigh Invulnerable Pt. 02

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