Red Light Specialists (2 page)

Without humans, no matter how cruel some could be, the
figiutatio
would be alone. No mates. No one to love, to hold, to have a family with. It was a harsh reality. One he and the others like him had learned to cope with centuries before.

The
figiutatio
had been the next phase of evolution for the Earthlings. They’d been slow in coming and for many centuries wrongly labeled as demons. Normal humans had reacted with violence toward them, mostly out of their ignorance, taking the lives of many of his people. Some were burned at the stake. Others were hunted, beheaded, shot with silver bullets or impaled through the heart.

Long ago, the humans of Earth were known for exploiting any weakness they could find. They treated the supernatural creatures as separate entities, yet assumed they’d all spawned from the fires of hell. While some did, others did not. The
figiutatio
encompassed all walks of supernatural creatures—vampires, lycans, witches, sorcerers and countless other creatures. What made them different is that they were pure bloods, ancients, masters amongst their races. It wasn’t until the Cleansing Wars that the “supernatural” realized they needed to band together and stop segregating themselves. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Simon continued to stroke his cock as he watched the screen but didn’t actually see it. “Ah, I miss the days when our numbers were strong and our people were proud.”

He missed the days when he could pleasure himself and not have other thoughts invading his mind, when release was met with mindless abandonment.

“If you are referring to the
figiutatio
, you are still proud and resourceful.”

Hearing Abbi turn his early words back at him in a manner that suited the conversation made Simon smile. She’d come a long way in the A.I. department and he knew she’d go even further. “Thanks, Abbi. I needed that.”

“Soon the rest of the universe will understand just how powerful the
figiutatio
are, Simon. It stands to reason that they believe you are all a myth.” She gave him a questioning look. “Are you well? Does your leg itch?”

Does my leg itch?

Simon let out a soft laugh as he realized that Abbi was referring to his hand moving under the desk. No. His leg didn’t itch. His cock ached to find relief in the solace of her body. Since that was physically impossible, Simon would have to settle for handling matters himself—just as he had to handle matters concerning the repopulation of his race by himself for so many years. That was until he’d finally reunited with several old friends.

The very fact that Simon and his associates were now ready to embark on a mission they’d spent nearly two hundred years organizing was ironic. The mission’s goal was to not only save their species, which was dying off at an alarming rate, but to save the human lineage as well. Ironically, they were saving the very thing that had tried to kill them off to begin with.

Over the centuries many of Earth’s survivors had mated with humanoids on other planets, thus thinning the amount of human blood in their lineage. Simon and his associates were happy to know that many humans had managed to blend in on whatever planet they happened to inhabit. However, there were those that didn’t assimilate as well into the other cultures. It was those, the ones with more human DNA, that the
figiutatio
had a better chance of mating with. For agents that held only a small amount of human DNA, their mates would be found in various places. Many would even end up with those Earth had once regarded as enemies. Now, so many centuries later, the fences needed to be mended and hopefully, the project would do just that. “Simon, do you wish me to close the viewing screen now?” Abbi asked, startling him.

He blinked and focused on the screen before him. “Umm, no, Abbi. Leave it open please.”

Simon couldn’t stop his tongue from flickering out and over his lower lip as he watched the sight before him. Bianca was one of the prisoners Simon had hand selected from the completely female population of inmates on Restigatio. Not all the prisoners in general population would do. One of his almost endless powers was that of foresight. Another was the ability to sense traces of human in someone. Still another was his ability to see into one’s heart. While these powers were not exclusively his, Simon did have a greater grasp on them than any other
figiutatio
he’d met to date. These were also the weakest of his gifts, which meant he was one hell of a powerful man. It was a fact he was not only aware of but one he wished he could change. It was part of the reason he’d lost the love of his life.

When the enemy wants to strike out and make the biggest impact, they strike out at the strongest leader they can find. Sometimes, they miss their target but end up doing more damage than they originally set out to.

Don’t visit the past now. It will only leave you hurting for months to come.

Not wanting to dwell on things that could not be changed, Simon focused on Bianca. She’d been convicted on minor gambling charges and sentenced to a life on Restigatio. Her home planet took debt seriously and Bianca had amassed enough of it to land her before the majesty. The moment she’d set foot on the planet, he’d sensed the minute bit of human blood in her. She was unaware of this, of course, and that was fine. She need not understand all the details of her family line. The only thing she needed to do was meet her soul mate and aid in the repopulation of humans.

Simon knew exactly who Bianca’s mate was and smiled at the irony of it all. She, like many of the women who had been selected for this mission, was destined for an important figurehead of a planet that had played a significant role in the destruction of Earth and its population centuries before. In no way could these men be held accountable for the actions of their ancestors, as the remaining humans could not be either.

The figureheads would play key roles in the future of the repopulation plans Simon had. Without their help, the next generation of humans,
figiutatio
or not, wouldn’t survive. The target on all humans had remained intact for centuries, causing humans to live in shame of their heritage. Bringing children into the universe without ample protection from the powerful planets was the same as sentencing them to death. That was not acceptable.

When Simon had discovered that many of the key players in the destruction of Earth had men in positions of power that were destined to mate with humanoids, he could barely contain himself. Love does amazing things to people. Hopefully, the agents whose soul mates were from this selection of men would be able to help their mates see the need to protect not only their offspring but that of any other humanoids as well.

Holding humans accountable for the greed of ancient Earthlings was insane. The ones who lived today had no part in their ancestors’ sins. The ancient Earthlings had attempted colonization of every galaxy in a four-hundred light-year radius, and in the process they had destroyed entire species to control resources. The humans now simply existed. That was all. Although everyone knew that the ancient Earth government had been the ones calling the shots, Earth’s enemies still took it out on the innocent human race. The actions of a few had cost the lives of many.

Stop dwelling on events you know will occur if you play your cards right and start focusing on the gorgeous woman before you.

Simon gave in to his inner voice and glanced at the viewing screen. Bianca was on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Even this far away from her, Simon could sense her loneliness. All of his girls were lonely. It was par for the course on Restigatio. He was one of the only men, aside from the guards and the warden, and he made it a rule to never sleep with his agents. The temptation to break his own rule was great, but to do so could mean interfering with what the fates had decided long ago. If he were to fuck one of his agents and she became pregnant or, worse yet, mistook the sex for love, then it would mean that she would not meet her true soul mate. While that sounded minor, the results could be catastrophic. The fates determined things for a reason and their methods were a mystery even to Simon.

Thoughts of sex left Simon burning with the need to find release even though he knew it was next to impossible. Shifting in the seat slightly, he pushed his pants down a bit more, freeing his cock completely.

Simon pumped his cock and used his free hand to massage his balls. Gods, how he missed the touch of a woman, the feel of release. Giving in would be so easy. Repairing the potential damage to his energies and to the agent would be nearly impossible. There had to be someone who wouldn’t be affected. Someone who could separate sex and love. Someone who could get him off without requiring the need for actual penetration.

“Abbi, could you turn around?” Simon groaned. He didn’t want her staring at him, with a blank expression on her face. If anything, he wanted her to look upon him with eyes full of lust, longing and the knowledge that the very sight of her made him remember better times.

“Simon, are you ill? Your voice sounds strained.” Abbi’s image flickered slightly on the screen before him.

“I’m fine,” he grunted. “Turn around, Abbi,
please.
”

Abbi obeyed, as Bianca slid her hand down her smooth stomach.

Oh, that’s it. Right there, baby, touch yourself right there. Just a little lower. Mmm, that’s good.

Bianca responded to his mental push. Her hands obeyed his every desire as they glided over the shaven mound between her thighs. When she spread her legs, Simon caught a glimpse of her pink, wet pussy and increased the speed of his strokes. Bianca slid a finger over her clit and worked it in rapid circles. He wondered why she didn’t just use one of the many pleasure toys the facility had available for seduction training.

She bucked her hips and used her free hand to squeeze her nipples. He could just imagine how good her ripe nipples would taste or how creamy her cunt was as she fingered it. When she bolted up on the bed and her legs went out straight, he knew she was coming. His balls tightened. He was about to come with her but at the very last minute he decided against it, wanting to conserve his energy.

Taking several deep breaths, Simon managed to calm his heart rate. In doing so, he slowed his body’s need to ejaculate and was able to pinch the base of his cock hard enough to prevent it. This not only served to retain his power, which could temporarily become depleted during intercourse, but it also gave him added pleasure. For Simon, the act of sex wasn’t about getting to the end in a hurry. It was about building and rebuilding pleasure.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, Bianca licked the cream from her wet fingertips and sent Simon’s body into another state of need. His eyes rolled back in his head. He’d known from the first moment she’d be a wild one. The image of her licking the cream from each finger, savoring the taste of her own come was so incredibly erotic that he was sorry he’d only now decided to peek in on her. She’d soon be leaving Restigatio forever. It was hard to be sad when he knew she was off to meet her mate—the future father of her child.

“Do you wish to have audio, Simon?” Abbi faced him, not blinking once. The startling amount of deep blue in her eyes made him think of happier times. Quickly, he pushed the thoughts aside.

“No,” Simon said, still fisting his hard cock. “No, audio won’t be necessary. Please send for Bianca. Inform her that she’s to meet me here in exactly three hours and that she is to come prepared to go on a mission. Don’t give her the shots on this one.”

All RLS agents were given shots to prevent against diseases and pregnancy on their regular missions. On their special missions, he didn’t bother for they went to their future—their mates.

“A mission?” Abbi actually sounded surprised and that made Simon smile. She rarely got human emotions right.

“Yes, Abbi. A mission.”

“Is Bianca ready for a mission? She’s not completed every level of her agent training as of yet.” A rundown of Bianca’s personal file appeared on the screen.

Simon smiled. He knew enough to trust his powers and if they told him that the women would be paired with their future husbands soon, then he went with them—training completed or not. “She’s completed enough. She will be safe where she’s going and I have no doubt that she’ll tame her charge with the greatest of ease.”

“Tame her charge?” Abbi asked, the puzzlement in her voice evident.

“Program A-mac with the necessary files for the Kingdom of Vayre. Put a special emphasis on harem procedure and policy.”

“A harem? But the assignimantor machine’s last service check showed a virus. It is slight, yet still there. My censors are unable to indicate the effect it may have on file transfers.”

Simon paused. “Hmm, does this virus pose any risk to the girls?”

“Negative. It is merely a glitch in the file transfer time.”

“Run several more scans just to be sure. I won’t have the girls harmed. If your data comes back the same, prepare the A-mac for mission launch. Delayed data transfer is a minimal risk.”

“You are not concerned with the possible transfer problem?”

Simon sighed, not really wanting to continue to explain himself to a computer, but it was his own fault. He’d programmed Abbi for individual thoughts. Now he had no choice but to deal with her. “None of the agents leaving today will be harmed. Today is a special moment for us, Abbi. Today is the day we’ve waited for. It is the beginning of a new start for us all.”