Implementation

The star was dying. Its rays still illuminated, but no longer warmed the planet Terot. Deep within its bowels, just a few thousand leagues from the cooling core,

Bahan lived on—the last master of the planet. The last worm and the last god of the oldest civilization of sentient beings in the cosmos. His strength was waning. The last swarm of viruses had been bred and released into space a million years ago, but Bahan had never received a single signal of IMPLANTATION.

1

… The day didn't start out as the best for a good tan. First, Linka called and declared she wasn't going to the river—wind, clouds, and all that. Olka did go, but half an hour later

she slipped away, having forgotten to turn something off at home, though in reality, she probably just got bored or cold. But Veronika stayed. Because she was "a conservative to the core," as Sanya—her boyfriend—had said more than once. They'd agreed to start sunbathing, so she had to go and sunbathe. "Oh, Sanya, Sanya, how's the service treating you, who are you friends with now. Everyone's abandoned me. Even if it rains—I'm not going home," Veronika decided, rolled onto her back, and stared at a gray cloud as if hypnotizing it: 'give back the sun, give back the sun.'

And it appeared. Not right away, of course, but it appeared. A gentle May sun. The wind died down, but not completely—just right for tanning. "Two fools, well, stay pale then," Veronika thought about her friends, pulled out a Danielle Steel book, and after reading up to the first erotic scene, suddenly decided to take off her swimsuit, "let the whole body tan." Last summer, she and Sanya had sunbathed here naked… Back then, only Sanya's butt got tanned… What's this book with someone else's love! Right here, on this spot, there had been her own. Veronika lay there, looked at the remnants of clouds, and remembered, remembered…

Snapping out of her memories, she suddenly felt her breasts had become so full they even ached a little, her nipples went numb as if they'd turned to stones, yet for some reason, she didn't want to touch them. The cool breeze together with the sun's warmth created an amazing illusion of touch. As if the tips of someone's warm, tender tongues were fluttering over her body, making her close her eyes, drift away again, but now not from imagined, but from real sensations. The caresses were so magical and so real that it didn't even seem strange to Veronika that the wind began to gently SUCKLE her breasts, first the left, then the right, then both together, as if two skilled lovers were leaning over her. Then one of the little tongues slowly crept downward, licked her navel, another moved up her neck to her ear. Veronika pursed her lips forward, as if expecting a kiss. But the wind didn't touch them. Instead, it touched her pubis and, as if pressing a secret button there, made the girl spread her thighs and slightly bend her knees. "Let the inner thighs tan too," Veronika thought and smiled at her own deception. After wandering a bit over her thighs, the wind began to intensify and suddenly, like a small whirlwind, swirled just below her pubis, now and then running along a moist path downward and immediately returning. Her consciousness told Veronika this couldn't be, that it wasn't just wind and sun, but someone else CONSCIOUSLY about to bring her to orgasm. Frightened, she opened her eyes, propped herself up on her elbows. No one was with her.

"I'm unwell, I've overheated in the sun, I'm asleep," her consciousness grasped as if for a straw, because, spreading everything that could be spread, something hot, slippery, alive was already crawling into her. THERE WAS so much of IT. It immediately filled her entirely, swarmed, crawled inside, throbbed in all directions and, as if not all fitting, a hot, thin snake slipped back out, slid between her buttocks, and insistently knocked from below, with each strike advancing a few millimeters forward, gradually expanding, seizing space, as if wanting to displace Veronika from her own body. Suddenly, all movement stopped, IT froze, as if waiting for something very important, perhaps her DESIRE, which was already returning, still distant but already strong, displacing not only fear but EVERYTHING altogether. She lay back down on the blanket, closed her eyes so nothing would interfere with her feeling how her muscles on either side of the thin partition were gaining strength, how they began to vibrate, inviting their MASTERS to action. And they still delayed, delayed…

"Please…" (To be continued)