"You ... you've grown," she whispered.

  "So have you."

  Heather looked back up to his face and smiled. He leaned down on top of her and kissed her soft lips as she fell back down on to the bed. He pressed his body against hers, running his hands over her shining red hair and breasts. She held on to him tightly running the end of her moist tongue across his lips and down the length of his neck. Gryphon ran his hand down to her waist and ripped away the tightening shroud from her hips. He threw it onto the floor and stared into her eyes as he smiled.

  The broad tip of his manhood grazed Heather's quivering folds; she tilted her head back and moaned. One of her hands slid down to his thin and muscular backside and she began to message the firm skin as he began to enter her. She grit her teeth at the delicious pain as Gryphon stretched her around his eager member. He panted from exertion as he slowly pumped his flanks and drove inch after inch deeper into her.

  Heather cried out, her voice pounding in his ears. The bed gave out another groan and one of the thin wooden beams that held it together snapped. The mattress sank slightly, the thick springs creaking in rhythm with Gryphon's toils. A surge of electricity coursed through Heather's body and she tensed; she raked the sharp edges of her nails across his back and blood seeped through to run in long streaks up to the blades of his shoulders. She quickly ran her palms back over the gashed flesh as her toes curled in the throes of ecstasy; the blood was wiped away to reveal smooth and unmarred skin in it's place.

  With one final thrust, Gryphon buried himself up to the hilt and Heather gave out a deep and resonating wail as she pulled at handfuls of bedsheets. Another of the support beams snapped and the bed collapsed. Gryphon grunted at the sudden rush it provided as he continued to labor. Her head beat softly against the board at the top of the bed as the shins of both their legs dangled over the other end of the mattress.

  Gryphon propped himself up with extended arms and just stared into Heather's face as he continued to slide his length in and out of her; slow at first, then increasing the tempo with violent plunges before pulling himself out until just the bulbous head of his shaft remained and then rammed his hips forward again. His body felt like it was on fire; the acid that flooded his muscles burned from the tremendous exertion but drove him on further still.

  Heather kept squeezing his engorged phallus with her body and he gave out a cry of his own as he peaked, rolling with the sudden shock of pleasure that followed. Gryphon pumped a few more times, then collapsed in exhaustion on top of her, breathing heavily. She moved a few stray strands of his hair away from her chin as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him in a lover's embrace. The sweat that covered both of their bodies gave the air a salty scent that she tasted as he softened inside her.

  Heather stared at the ceiling, lost in the imagery of her tired thoughts, as Gryphon quickly fell asleep.

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  Karen checked the flight plans set into the cargo ship's computer. The cockpit had a heavy perfume of cigar smoke that stuck to the bulkheads like a thick sweat. She had once found it offensive, but now it served as a reminder that she hadn't known the man that had created it.

  She found herself wondering if he had led a good or productive life, if he had left any family behind. Maybe she would inquire about it when she had the time. The screen blinked out as she turned it off.

  The shuttle bay was quiet.

  Most of the ship was asleep at such an early hour. Every once and a while, her and Brian would sneak out together and watch the sunrise on the holodeck. They were addicted to such comforts. She knew Robert preferred the real thing and caught an outside view up on the bridge when he could; but that was him.

  Karen looked around; the space where the Jabberwocky once rested was empty and she briefly thought of Matthew. She had watched him fly one of the one-manned fighters a number of times in various battles and was always impressed with his skill. The Captain and him had once taken delight in flying against each other in the CF/A-17G Wraiths that were housed in the Necronomicon's other Shuttle Bay.

  She sighed, it would never be so again.

  "Psi, I'm ready to download your program into the cargo ship's computer." Karen looked around after she was given no answer. "Psi?" She knew he had been monitoring her progress earlier and it wasn't like him to leave during such an operation.

  A chill ran through her; a chill that she couldn't explain. The silence felt alien, like something horrible who's only purpose was to sew images of horror into the mind's of the frightened and superstitious. The very draft from the life-support systems was uncomforting and picked at her in ways she didn't care to remember.

  Karen licked her lips, tasting the blue that seeped into them as she closed her eyes.

  "I am here."

  She jumped, startled; as if something from her childhood leapt at her with clawed hands from the imaginary darkness. The AI plaque was beginning to lighten. She could make out Psi's visage and he stared at her with his constantly stoic expression.

  He was as he always was; and he was waiting for her response.

  Karen sighed again.

  "Umm, I'm ready to download you into the cargo ship's computers. There's now enough memory to hold your program and I've installed additional processor to allow you better access to it's systems. I suggest you familiarize yourself with the hardware."

  "I understand." Psi paused and studied her with critical eyes. He blinked a few times and she paled under his gaze. "Are you all right sir? You look ... apprehensive."

  "I ... I'm fine Psi; thank you for inquiring." His voice played on her nerves, the very clicking of the mild static that danced in the background ticked away at her senses. She couldn't explain it and would later dismiss it as stress from the events of the past few days. But now, everything about him felt evil, everything around her felt poised to strike at any moment.

  "Are you sure? I can alert the doctor to expect you in Medical."

  "No! I'll be all right Psi."

  "Very well then. I am ready to be transferred."

  Karen opened a small access panel and drew a length of cable that she dragged over to the cargo ship. She plugged it into the ship's computer core with trembling fingers and made sure the line was securely fastened before getting back to her feet.

  "Computer, transfer Artificial Intelligence Program, Designation Psi, into alternate storage drive. Authorization Karen Theta Phi Alpha."

  The computer beeped once and then there was the slow whirring of the transfer. In a few moments, the cargo ship began to purr with life; the systems lighting up as Psi extended himself into it's circuits. The computer beeped again and the transfer was complete.

  Karen shrugged.

  "Make yourself comfortable in there Psi. Make sure you're ready to fly it in the next few hours."

  "Oh, yes sir."

  "Good night then."

  Psi peeked out through the cargo ship's internal sensors. He watched Karen walk out of the Shuttle Bay as the doors swished closed behind her. The AI checked the programs he had written, raised an eyebrow as he glanced around the ship, and shut himself down to wait for the coming morning.

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