As a writer myself, I know and feel the challenges a good writer faces when writing or when posting and at the same time, trying to satisfy the never ending 'looking for more updates' chants of our readers.. Which is the solemn reason why I can't and woun't beg or ask of yhu to give us the next update immediately.

Buh as a fan and reader, I beg of yhu... Pls update... Plsssss Fiyah... Pls

TheBlessedMAN:
I can't blive I just spend d last 100 and twenty years of my just started life waiting 4 the next update 4rm Fiyah....

BTTS-: Thank u Tobi.. U just did what i wil exactly do if i were in ur house(not shoes). How can dat Idiotic idiot and big headed Tori allow that, foolish fool called Mucus abi na Maskus to com betwn her and T.gold.. Ladies can b mean sumtimes... We wunt av been in diz kind of situation if that Stewpid 1st woman on earth cald Eve hav not dared that snicky snake, likewise, Tori wudnt hav becom d latest and clueless street hawker if she hadn't dared Tobi my great padi...


Anyway... Fiyah.. Except 4 sum few typo errors(which i knw is due to d Nokia torchlight u ar using to type) U ar doing a wonderful job.. Keep it up dear.... One day, maybe one day, i reali can't say, maybe one day sha, I wil try and Transfer 50naira Mtn recharge card to ur bank accnt.. Buh u need to step up ur updates if u want that One day to come...


[size=40pt]TEAM HERO[/size] says Kudos

this dude is really something else... Isn't he? Fiyah?

Mrlemuel:

Sit On My Laps, Or U Can Choose To Sit On My BZK Its Got A Seat Belt*winks*

... What a wishful thinker yhu are

PrinceOFprince:
God, c diz backbitter... I tot we are in d same team, playing the same opposition? How can u advice Nick to put me up 4 sale like that?..,.. Buhari must hear this...

i think yhu misquoted the wrong person Lil bro... This isn't for me... Anyway, thanks for showing up here

Tgold1:
SmartestPopQueen , Thanks For the Mention My Lady......


But as for MrLemuel, If You like Be d Best In the World, Mine is Just that as A Team (TEAM HERO) our working together will make us achieve......

Now back to SmartestPopQueen.... Are you trying to speak ill of Nigerians? Just asking though!

noooo... Not in the slightest sane sense... I wouldn't dare do that.. Its also my country remember... Sure, I spent the early years of my life away from home.... Buh that doesn't give me the audacity to ever think of speaking Ill of my beloved country.. Afterall, HOME IS HOME, and will always BE.

PamelB:
tanx

yhu are highly welcome dear

Tgold1 :
SmartestPopQueen .... Thanks for thoSe updates....... I feel am as you drop am, Every Single Update was a Hit.... back to back!!!!


Wagbayii !!!!!

never mention dearie. Its a duty...

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[b]Vage's sudden action left me stuned and I see her touching her head, she's looking really shocked. She looks at me with wonder, and I realize that our six children have just spoken with her.

The other aliens in the room, however, do not.

“It is good that you can control your emotions. We have analyzed the fluids that your body now produces, and will be able to feed them while they are away from you.”


Vage stutters something, and then seems to back down. ‘They are my children. I should be the one to feed them,’ she tells me. I haven’t realized how much she’s changed and bonded with the little ones.

We’re sent directly back to her ship, only to be confronted by a frantic Varand.
She sees us, and immediately starts babbling in their melodic language. Vage calmly places her hands on Varand’s shoulder, saying something in return, and the two hug. I can now see tears in both of their large eyes. Apparently the kid’s aunt has also become more attached than I’d thought, as well.


I spend the rest of the day talking with the Sergeant Major Dawson, and all my friends, doing what I can to block out the thought of my children in strange hands, and wishing I can block out the thought of the upcoming battle.


One other thing comes to my attention, before we drop everyone off for the night.

"It's all over the news!" Dennis tells me, when I visit the ship he’s on.

I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I tell him so.

“Nick, government satellites’ve picked up asteroids moving fast towards the Earth,” he tells me almost excitedly. “If the things continue on their current path, they’re going to hit our planet. They’re trying to figure out how much damage will be caused, but it’s the bokoharms, isn’t it?”


A pit forms in my stomach at the thought, as I nod to my roommate.


“Dude, the Whitehouse stated that the asteroids are moving faster than any other asteroids they've ever encountered, which is why they came into visible range late last night. The fools say they’ll start impacting the Earth sometime tomorrow evening.”


“That’s them alright,” I say, and feel that pit in my stomach turn into butterflies. Are we ready yet? Hell, am I ready yet? Sure we have a small army, and a small fleet of vessels, but what am I going to do? Turn off their engines? That won’t get rid of the threat.


Pulling out my Android phone, I’m glad Rukky tied us into Earth’s cellular network. Pulling up some news sites, I read a few stories on it, and even go to a religious link that starts talking about the end of days, and the second coming.

Everybody’s scared, even the brave and no shaking giants of africa are as well, and the best advice I read states that the smartest thing to do will be to stay home, unless you know of a fallout shelter you can use.

The government states that they’re trying to figure out some way to disperse the asteroids, and that they’re working with other world leaders to find a solution to the problem. I wish them luck, but don’t have much faith.


Those aren't asteroids flying free in space on a collision course. They’re the bokoharm's fleet, coming to eradicate the human race.

Staying home will be useless. Fallout shelters might work, but I doubt it. No, the best hope is that I need to come up with some sort of strategy to stop them.


I don’t have much faith in that plan, either.

The news reports that streets are packed, and shops already have looters. If it’s this bad already, I don’t even want to think about how bad it will be tomorrow.


Perhaps my last night alive. I shake, to rid myself of the defeating thought.

I pull up pictures of the supposed asteroids online, and see that they’re flying in formation. I know the government can’t have missed this fact, and realize that the asteroids are a cover up. I wonder what their real plan will be, and if it might interfere with whatever I’m going to do.

It’s impossible to tell just how many ships there are in the grainy photos, but I can easily see that it’s a lot more than the seven ships Vage and I have at our disposal.

This won’t be a fight, and it will take everything we have, to make sure it doesn’t turn into a massacre.

My girls, except for Rukky and Prof Jane, want to spend the night cavorting together. I beg off, wanting to get as much sleep as possible. Tomorrow’s going to be a harrowing day. It might be our last day on earth. Thats it. 'IT MIGHT'.


stay tuned [/b]

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]Professor Jane Janet is no fool though as she listens with rapt attention to my explanation.

“You used your ability on me,” she doesn’t ask, but states. “That’s why I, er, we. . .” She glances around, and continues, “And why your voice still affects me.”

I feel like those four synonym words of Poo, but I don’t turn away from her gaze. I understand this woman rather well, and know she is testing my resolve.


“Yes. I’ll understand if you hate me, but I want you to know that I don’t regret it.”

Jane's eyebrows climb up her forehead a bit, and then she smiles sheepishly. “I know I should, but I don’t either. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better go find a place to fit in, and quit talking to you, before I rip your clothes off.”


Laughing, I watch as she walks away, and I know the extra swagger in her hips is just for me.

The second day everyone works on weapons training. Half the day on bladed weapons, and half on manufactured rifles. I ask Vage where she’s getting the materials to manufacture everything, and all she tells me is, “I believe you call the place the Russian Tundra.”

Late on the second day, I’m summoned to one of the other ships. I face all of the matriarchs, and can feel their judgmental gazes upon my almost bare skin. I’ve taken to wearing the light-suit, as I’m mostly around other men anyway, and even though it’s petty, I know most of the jocks and Nija niggerz are jealous of my endowed bazooka. My muscled physique doesn’t hurt my standing among them either.

These alien women, however, are not impressed.


“How do we know you will not use this army to turn on us, when the battle is complete? If your plans are successful, you will possess many of their ships, and many of you humans will be aboard ours.”


“I’ve worked hard to show good faith,” I tell them, knowing that that’s no true answer. “I know we are planning violence, and some might be tempted to turn that upon you, but trust me when I say that I won’t let that happen. You are our allies in this fight. We will work hard to protect you, as you have worked hard to help us. If necessary, when we’re done here, we will help you with your people.”


“We have noticed that you care deeply for your children,” another says calmly. “We will each take one aboard our ships, and hold them until after the battle.”


Anger, white hot and ready to burst, rises up in me, and it’s only Vage’s reassuring grip on my shoulder that allows me to reign in my emotions. I can’t stop my words, though. “You’re going to hold my children as ransom?” There can be no mistaking the na*ked steel in my tone. How dare they? Yes, I’m protecting my own planet, but aren’t I also willing to help out their race?

Silence meets my question, and I just stare at the pink alien women in impotent furry.


’We will be fine, father,’. I gasp as my children’s words seem to come at me from all directions at once. They’ve never spoken from a distance, and the fact that their voice sounds from everywhere can only mean one thing.

They’ve already been moved.


‘Did you hear that?’ I send the question to Vage.


‘Yes, our children are being sent to the other ships. Did you not hear her?’ I wonder how she can be so calm about this.
I shake my head, but it’s no use trying to explain. No one believes me about them, anyway.


‘No, they’ve already been moved.’ The fear and alarm that widens her already large silvery eyes is all the warning I get, before she rushes forward, screaming something in her language. Maybe she wasn’t as calm as I’d thought, but rather, she’s better at keeping her emotions in check. Or was.


Fast as she moves, I’m still faster, and I hold her back as she continues to scream at the matriarchs.

Looking to the older females, I can see that they’re disturbed by Vage’s actions. They’re not used to a mother caring so deeply for her young.


‘Calm down,’ I send to the thrashing alien. ‘They’ll be fine.’


‘FINE?’That word seems to bowl into my mind, she must have sent it with so much force. I didn’t even know that was possible. ‘How can you say they will be fine? They will die without my milk.’


I’m rocked back by that thought. How will they survive? Vage has to feed them every three or four hours. There is no telling how long the battle will last, and we aren’t even going out to meet them until tomorrow.


Without warning, Vage stops struggling, and I almost fall backward as my effort to hold her back is no longer needed.


Stay tuned.... [/b]

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]‘I don’t understand,’ Vage tells me through the wangers.

I realize that once again, I’ve been broadcasting. Looking back to our kids, I see that they’re all sleeping. . . Or pretending to sleep.


‘They just spoke to me again,’ I send to her.
‘They said that they think I will survive the battle.’


‘They are too young to speak, and they don’t have the small machines in them to communicate. I think we’ve both been working too hard. Varand is out there, minding the ship. Let’s get some rest together.’


“But I. . . But. . .” I shake my head, confused. I woke up not that long ago. I can’t be that tired, can I?

Vage takes my hand, and guides me over to another pile of blankets. I give one last glance to the six children, and notice the boy with his silvery eyes, wink at me. I’m tempted to point this out to the alien next to me, but she’s already asleep.
I lay there, next to the alien mother to my children for awhile, but can’t sleep.

Walking silently over to the six babies, I look down at them. “’One day I will understand you,’” I whisper, both speaking it aloud and sending it to just them with my wangers. They don’t even twitch.

Walking out of that room, I see Varand sitting where Vage had been, and can see she’s deep in concentration.

As I enter the Command Center— yes I think I like that term a lot better— I can see that changes have already been made in the formation. There isn’t a female in the group.

Well, except for Rukky’s hologram.
Dawson spies me, and comes over to stand next to me.

“I think we’re going to pull this off, depending on their numbers,” he tells me.

We stand in silence, watching them train, until they take a break in the healing yellow light. I notice that none of them get a boner!

“I’ve been thinking about what you told me earlier,” he says, breaking the silence. “About me wearing one of those nu*de suits.”

Annoyance bubbles up inside me, but I tamp it down. It won’t do to argue with this man in front of everyone, and every one is watching us.


“Okay,” I reply in a level tone. Level and straight as Six o'clock.

“Well, you’re going to need a command post back here. One that doesn’t go on attack runs. Boarding runs? Dammit, I’m from the Army, not the Navy. Anyway, unless you’re planning to control everything, you’ll need another team at the head, managing the squads that’ll be going out, I can get the Nigerians to head that team. And a backup command post, if they gets wiped out.”


Thank goodness this man is here. There’s no way I would have come up with that on my own.

“Make it so,” I tell him, fighting the urge to add, ‘Number One.’ I will not pretend to be Picard.

That actually reminds me of something.

“One last thing, and this is important.” I wait for Dawson to meet my gaze. “Absolutely no one, and I mean no one is to wear a red shirt after today, until the battle is over, or we’re dead. Anyone complains, and they are out.”

The retired Sergeant Major by the name of Dawson gives me a quizzical look, but says nothing, until he turns and bellows out the order. More than I would have suspected laugh, and nod agreement.


* * *


The following two days are spent training up our little army, and finding what comfort I can with my various women. Every night our army goes home, exhausted, but determined, and every morning more show up to join humanity’s cause. I’m even surprised when Special Agent Forbes appears on the second morning, and glares down at me.

“I knew there was something screwy about you, Mr. Smith,” she tells me in her gravelly voice. All I can say is that I’m glad I won’t be anywhere near her group of females when they are on their light-suits.


Prof Jane Janet shows up the next morning.

“It’s good to see you’re alright, Mr. Smith,” she addresses me stiffly. “I’ve been worried when you started missing so many of my classes. Especially after getting arrested outside the math competition.” Her brown eyes bore into mine, and I can tell she has a lot more to say to me, but won’t in front of so many other people. “Is that the girl from the other team?”

I look to where she’s pointing, and groan inwardly. Rukky is amongst the others, and she’s being treated like a celebrity. Everyone wants to shake her hand, or talk to her.
That’s not the problem, though. To Janet it must look like I threw the competition, to let them win.


“I couldn’t see the last question,” I tell her, somewhat defensively.


“What? Oh, I know. The others told me.” Jane looks back to me, and this time smiles. “I guess I was just worried. I was told a little about what’s going on, but it sounds a bit far-fetched to me.”


I think it woun't be proper if I keep things that are about to get physically obvious from this woman. I explain to her about my ability, and the coming invasion of the deadly bokoharms.


Stay tuned. I will be dropping more than two updates. I really want to get this over with.. [/b]

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]“How are things going,” I ask the retired Sergeant Major Dawson, walking into Vage’s large featureless blue room. I really need to come up with a better term for this room. The Deck? No, sounds too much like a boat. Command Center? Hmm, that might work. Okay, so I walk into Vage’s Command Center.


A hologram of Rukky is going through various martial arts forms, repeating them for a large group of people. The group is following through, and I notice that their movements become more fluid with each repetition.


“Those tiny machines we got are giving these dirtbags greater stamina. I’ll tell you what, if we’d had a setup like this during my last deployment, the war would have been over in less than a week! Hell, even I feel ten years younger.” Sergeant Dawson glances around covertly, then leans in and states, “What’s the deal with the shiny nak*ed broads?”


Laughing I smile, and ask, “If you want, we can get you a suit like that.” But before he can answer, I send to Vage, ‘Umm, can we get enough light-suits to clothe everyone? It’ll offer a lot more protection.’


‘All ships are working on it,’ comes the response.


“Me, walk around all but nak*ed? No thanks. Nobody wants to see my crusty old ball dangling down, and I don't want to be an object of mockery to those Nigerians we just recruited ” I wonder at the singular ‘ball,’ but shake it off. I think I’d rather not know.

“You may not have a choice,” I tell him.
“They offer a lot more protection, and if it means saving lives, I’ll push for it.”

Dawson nods, but asks, “Aren’t you concerned about it being distracting? I mean, I know you’re used to such things, but the rest of these kids aren’t.”


I look out over the group of ‘kids,’ and know he’s right. “I’ll leave it up to you, Sergeant Major Dawson, to organize them into groups, separate males from females if you have to, but I want them as protected as possible. Their lives are my second highest priority.”

Dawson gives me a sharp nod, and I find it a little odd to be giving commands to the grizzled military man. For that matter, thinking of this group as a bunch of kids seems odd. I feel like I’m a hundred years old, and out of touch.


Dawson takes a couple steps away, then turns back, and asks, “Excuse me, sir, but what is your top priority?” He looks at me intensely, waiting for my answer.


“To stop the bokoharms at all costs,” I answer, without breaking his stare.

I see the ghost of a smile split his lips, before he gives me another nod, and turns to chew out a couple of ‘lily livered yellow bellied’ kids who are taking a break, instead of working through the exercises that Rukky’s hologram is displaying.


Ha! Kids. . . When did I get so old?
I head towards Vage’s room, and find her breastfeeding one of our kids. She looks haggard, and I ask, “Is everything alright?”


‘Yes, my body is fine, but managing the ship with so many on board, and creating the suits and weapons is taxing my mind.’


I feel terrible for her. I never knew, or even understood, what she does to manage this vessel.

Vage looks at me, and I can see her smile appreciatively in the dim light. ‘Varand should be here shortly to allow me to recuperate.’


“Do you need me to leave, so I’m not distracting you?” I look into her large silvery eyes as she shakes her head.

‘Sit with me, and keep me company. You are a pleasant distraction.’ I feel warmed by her response, and do as she asks, saying nothing as she finishes breastfeeding one of our sons, and hands him to me to rock.


I still marvel at how small he is, and can’t help but think it’s cute when he stretches and yawns, showing his two tongues. Vage gets up, and walks slowly to the other room, and returns with a daughter, latching her onto the other br**st.


‘Last one,’ she sends me, and I reach over and take her three-fingered hand in mine. She looks at our hands, confused for a moment, then smiles, and gives it a little squeeze.

We sit in silence until our daughter is done feeding, and this time I get up, carrying both back to their blankets.
I lay them down gently, and am about to turn away, when the boy I’d just been holding opens his eyes, and stares right at me.


’Be at ease, father. We know your pains. Some will die in the coming battle, but we think you’ll survive.’

Their combined voices literally booms in my mind.

THINK?!? They ‘think’ I’ll survive? That’s reassuring!

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and jump, startled by Vage’s sudden presence.


T.b.c. [/b]

Mrlemuel:
Bae, Am Stronger, Bigger, And More Handsomer Than Those Other 3 Nigerians O, Anyway, Thanks For The Mention, And The Update...

really? I doubt the rest will concur to that....

PamelB:
“Careful PamelB, he may look young, but that kid knows how to handle power. I’ll tell you what he did earlier, once we get settled.” They never stopped talking and gigling as they move out of hearing range, and I was forced to ask myself, if allowing Nigerians to join the Team is really a good idea.. Only time will tell.


T.b.c.[/b][/color] tanx for the mention mate and welcome back.

never mention mate... Its not something yhu haven't done for me already... Am just repaying the mentioning gesture...

Tgold1:



You Should You are so Special, Oya Come Join Me on this table for Two...... Just for Us

in a little girl's voice... 'thanku sir'

Mrlemuel:

Come Sit Beside Me Sweetie

shift for me pls... Let me rest my tired buttocks...

PamelB:
Queen. No Nau. Its not fair o

hehehehehehe.... In this world, nothing is ever fair Mate.......

Oyinprince:
olatex25, ysadiq, Rajesh, Mrlemuel, FlordFlorex, ritababe, TheBlessedMAN, SmartestPopQUEEN, cherrybrown, bamiradex, mindfrick

well, well... Here I come! Any reserved seat for Me?.... Shout out to my fellow F's thats already in the House....

Tgold1:
Royh ,TheBlessedMAN , SmartestPopQueen , Mrlemuel , fobiflex , AOB1 , Fiyah, PamelB , Princedami....... Comma See oooo

any vacancy in the 1st row? QUEENLIZ is Here

Tgold1:
NOTICE!!!!!!

The Entire Members Of TEAM HERO Cordially InVites The Pleasure Of All NAIRALANDERS, And All ALONE Reader, To The Wedding Ceremony Of Our Great Writer PAMELB And Our Very Vibrant Member Of TEAM HERO AOB1 Which Will Take Place On NairaLand @ No.1 Front Page Crescent.....

On 27th Of August 2016....

Lalastic Lala, Seun E.T.C are All Invited...

Singned: All Members Of TEAM HERO : Tgold1 , Royh , TheBlessedMan , MrLemuel , SmartestPopQueen , Fobiflex , AOB1.

Come One, Come All....... Abeg Invite Assortted Babes Come oooo, Coz DEm Royh and Co still dey find Wife oooo...

You are Blessed As You COMe......

ooops... Got the I.V this night... Hope am not too late for the ceremony?... And if I am... May Gawd bless their union with Vage alike children... Amen....

Mrlemuel:

The Blow Wey Go Hit U Enh, E Still Dey Do Push Up For Now.

---

Pamelb, Make This Snappy Jor.

---

*sips My Kunu* Where Is Tgold1 And Theblessedman? Even Smartestjazzqueen(smartestpopqueen) Self Neva Wake Up Yet Ni?

lolz.... Am fully awake now dear... Just been busy this days......

ROYH:
She Bling Angel Head And Left Buttom Of 98 yrs Old Virgin Boy

chi.......sus....

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]Using my ability to turn off the gravity in our room, I hunch my back against Rukky, lifting us slowly up, only to turn the gravity back on, and falling to the soft surface below.

When I land, I can feel myself forced into Rukky's tight cunny a little more.


“I have created a monster,” she tells me, but then she turns off, then back on the gravity, forcing me even deeper into her.


“Just call me The Bazooka Man,” I grin, and on the next drop, my hands are ready on her hips, and I pull her down as my back slaps the floor. My bazooka hits bottom on her, and she grunts at the impact. Looking down, I can see that I’m only halfway inside her. I’m tempted to do like I had with my sister, and loosen her womb, but back off. If she pushes to have more inside her, I will, but not until then.


“You feel like you’re forking my very mind,” she tells me, and I love how her slight accent caresses each word.

I grin at her compliment, as I sit up, this time only lowering the gravity, and latch onto one of her small, dark ni**les. Taking it between my teeth, I keep moving, forcing her onto her back.

Once we’re comfortable again, I pull out of her, all but the tip, then drive back forward, until I hit bottom again. Her insides feel like they’re on fire, and every inch takes effort to move into, she’s so tight, but I don’t let up, and soon I have her screaming in ecstasy, her hands digging into my scalp.


Rukky moves my head to her other ni**le, and I realize I’ve been attacking that one pretty thoroughly.
After a few seconds enjoying her left br**st, she pulls my face up to hers, and kisses me passionately, as her body is wracked with more paroxysms of joy.


Rukky shoves me off her as she tries to regain her breath. “Hold on. I need a quick break,” she says, then bends over my lap, and starts to lick her juices from my dickson. Somehow the genius woman is able to angle the healing yellow light so that it only touches her, and after about thirty seconds, she’s ready for more.


I have her lie on her side, with her bottom leg straight, and her other one crooked. Straddling the first leg, I once again have to apply some decent pressure to get inside, but then slip halfway into her with ease.


“Forget about forking my mind,” she moans, “you’re in my soul!”


I grin at her, really enjoy the obvious pleasure I’m giving her, as I saw my hips back and forth. I use my left hand to stimulate her clit, and soon have her cumming again. As soon as she comes down from this one, I turn her onto her stomach, and pull her hips up. Planting my feet on either side of her, I use my strength to hit even deeper and harder into her.

Rukky feels so great, as I move bit by bit, striking ever deeper into her, and then without any warning I’m firing like a bokoharam bomb against her womb, as if my Bazooka is trying to break down the barrier to her baby-hole. Like a battering ram against the portcullis of Winterfell, I feel her womb give way, and my last to shot barely makes it out, past that extremely tight ring.


We’re both breathing heavily, as we flop onto our sides, and gaze appreciatively at each other.


“Even if we die in a couple days, I’m glad to have met you,” she says to me dreamily.

“Thank you.”
I smile in return, and I say to this asian woman, “Thank you. Believe me Rukky, the feeling is mutual.”


T.b.c Am sorry for being un-updating this couple of days.. The story is gradually striking its end. Remember I once said I never concluded it where I posted it before, I'm trying to avoid that repeating itself here. And am glad to say, THANKS TO YHU GUYS, (yhu asking 4 what?) FOR BEING A WONDERFUL FAN.... QUEENLIZ [/b]

[size=30pt]Contd...[/size]


[b]Moments after watching the talkative Nigerians depart from where I stand, I decide that we need to get started. Anyone else, who shows up to join the HERO TEAM, will have to watch from the sidelines or you can call it bench...


Dawson gives the formation to me again, and I face them. “I’m about to make some changes in you,” there is a large audible gasp as a flash of light occurs behind me. My sister, Loveth has just arrived. I don’t even turn to look at her, able to sense her through my switches.

“I'm going to make you smarter, faster, stronger, and increase your muscle memory.”


‘Are you up to doing all that?’ Loveth asks. ‘There are a lot here.’


‘I’ll have to be, if the plan is going to work.’ I respond, and she takes my hand. Immediately I feel my ability expand, if only minimal compared to when we’re—


‘Focus, little brother, we can do that later.’


Damn my broadcasting mind!

‘Vage, the healing light please?’ and that quickly, I feel myself being energized. Too late did I remember the changes Rukky made in the light, as I grow a raging boner.

With my girth, there’s no hiding it either, and I receive no shortage of stares at my midsection.


Everyone else is gasping at the light surrounding me, with no apparent source.


Without waiting any longer, I start forming the switches, making each individual switch, cover the entire group. The strain is huge upon my mind, but at least I’m not trying to change their very nature. Even so, by the time I’m done, I find myself on my back, head cradled in Loveth's lap. Before I black out, I notice one other thing. My sister is completely nu*de.


* * *


A warm pleasant feeling brings me slowly awake. It’s not until I hear the sound of slurping, that I realize I’m getting a head, and at that point, come fully awake.

There is no mistaking Rukky’s black hair, as it bobs up and down in my lap.


‘About time you came to,’ the Asian woman sends to me, through the wangers.


“What? Aren’t you supposed to be training everyone martial arts?” My head feels stuffed with cotton, and it’s hard to think. I really overdid it with those group switches.


‘I created a self teaching program, that’s playing on all of the ships. I can’t be everywhere at once. Two people abandoned us after going through the pain of the wangers.
The rest are learning exceptionally fast, thanks to you. They should all be proficient by the end of tomorrow, and those Nigerian's you just recruited are very very infrared to learning.’


I shake my head, and then moan as Rukky does something with her tongue around my sensitive rim. The good news is the rest including the Nigerians are learning fast. Only lost two? That’s better that I could have hoped for.

“How many do we have?” I keep talking out loud, since there’s nothing in my mouth.


‘222,’ she informs me, and my jaw drops. That many? ‘Now do you want to keep asking questions, or take care of this erection you’ve had ever since you came aboard?’ Her question is emphasized by the slight touch of her teeth.


“Well, since that is technically your fault, I feel it’s only fair for you to take care of it,” I tell her in an off-hand manner, that’s ruined only by another slight moan.

How has she improved so much at giving head, in such a short time?


‘I learn quickly,’ she informs me. ‘Now give me some attention, or I’m leaving.’


I laugh, but pull her nu*de body around, and she places her slender legs on either side of my head.

Lifting up, I touch the tip of my tongue to her slit, and enjoy the tangy flavor of her crotch. I wonder what her diet is, to give that flavor. This time I make sure the thought stays in my own head.


Inhaling, I suck in one of her lower lips, and enjoy the sensations her moans send along my John Thomas. I twiddle her labia around between my teeth and tongue, until I know she’s really warmed up, then reach one hand around, and force her hips down, while I suck hard on her clit, nibbling a little as well. My left hand goes to one of her tiny titties, and I start thumbing a miniscule ni**le.


It only takes a couple seconds of this, before my mouth is flooded with her Viju Milk. I swallow all that I can, while her vag*ina bucks against my mouth. She spins around, and quickly has my Dickson head positioned at her tight entrance. Despite how wet she is, it takes a little effort before my head slips in, and her brown eyes roll back at the invasion to her snat*ch.

After a couple seconds of holding still, I ask,

“Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to take care of this erection?” I’m smiling, and am greeted with her warm, if animalistic smile, in return.


“Well, since my current state is your fault, why don’t you take care of it?” I laugh at Rukky, by the turn in our play, and idea pops into my Head.


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[b]I clear my throat, as I begin to explain to them“You can take my word for it, but when the rest of her race commanded her to abandon Earth, she refused, and has continued to help. But right now, some of her race have returned, to help in our fight.”


“Who is ‘she’?” Serena asks.


“Her name is Vage, and her sister Varand will also be aboard the lead ship.” At least, I think we’ll be the lead ship. “Other females will be piloting their own vessels.”


“Are they, like, all females?” the head cheerleader asks, and I’m starting to get annoyed by her attitude. Her vocabulary could use some work too.


“All the ones on our side are, yes,” I reply, and do a fairly manageable attempt at not grinding my teeth. “If any of you have a problem working with, or under the command of a woman, then leave right now.”

No one moves, and finally there is silence from the snob, as I pick up my on-the-spot speech. “I’m not going to lie to you. What I’m asking of you will be dangerous, and some of you might die. But if we don’t fight them, then all of us will die.”


“What about the Army, or the Marines? They’ll protect us!” I don’t recognize this voice, but it’s the retired Sergeant Major Dawson that responds.


“Don’t believe the bullshit on TV! If these guys can travel that far to destroy us, then we don’t stand a chance, without this guy’s help, or these female aliens.” He grimaces, and spits to the side. “Besides, the only thing that moves slower than the military and government are whiny assed, unmotivated, and spoiled teenagers.” A few snickers respond to that, and even I can’t hide my smile. “If the government can’t find a way to pay its own people, what makes you think they’ll defend us? And if they don’t know about it by now, then they’ll never be able to mobilize in time.”


“You have the choice right now,” I say, before anyone else can ask a question, “to either back down, and walk away, or come with me. No one will think less of you for walking away. We all have families, and friends. This is not something I ask lightly, but something that I must ask.” I look intently at the large group in front of me, wishing I could meet all of their eyes, but instead meeting those I can. “We leave in thirty minutes. Bring only what you wear, you won’t be staying overnight.” I turn to Dawson, and what I say feels right.

“Sergeant Major Dawson, I leave them in your hands.” I give a quick salute, glad that they’re getting better, and walk back into my dorm, to coordinate things with Vage.


She’s not ecstatic to accept any more humans aboard her ship, but recognizes the necessity. Somehow she even talks the other ship’s captains into splitting up the load, between all of the ships.

Thirty minutes later, I step out, and am surprised to find that the retired Sergeant Dawson has done an excellent job of forming everyone into orderly lines. Silence drops as I step out, and I feel the pressure of all those eyes on me.

“Sergeant Major Dawson,” I call the older gentleman over to me, “did this group grow while I was gone?”


“Yes sir. There were a few blue falcons that abandoned us, but a number of them made some calls after your speech, and then a whole lot more started showing up.”

Headlights run across us, and I look up to the packed parking lot. “Heh, some are still showing up.”


“Blue falcon?” I ask, confused by the term.

“Stands for ‘buddy fucker’ sir,” the grizzled man laughs, and I join him.
I look out over the crowd, and see that Tina, Stephanie, Stacy, Dennis, Mary, and Rose are helping line people up in the formation.


“I noticed you trust that group, so I put them in leadership positions,” Dawson tells me, as he notices my glance.

I look down at the man, and am thankful he’s here.


A large van pulls up, and 4 black hefty built Nigerian men and two women get out. Some of them are in old green camo, and each has a rifle over one shoulder. Dawson goes to greet them, and then brings them over to me.

“Sir meet, Mr Rohy, Mr T.gold, Mr lemuel, and Mr Blessedman, and two of their girlfriends. These pieces of chicken shit used to work for me,” the older man says, and I know he’s using the insult in an affectionate way.


“With your permission, sir, I’d like to put them in charge of a few squads?”


I nod that I have no problem with that, and they turn to walk away, but not before I hear one of the females ask, “Working for kid officers, again, huh? At least this one’s cute.”

“Careful PamelB, he may look young, but that kid knows how to handle power. I’ll tell you what he did earlier, once we get settled.” They never stopped talking and gigling as they move out of hearing range, and I was forced to ask myself, if allowing Nigerians to join the Team is really a good idea.. Only time will tell.


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[size=30pt] Hi Fanz! Yhur girl is BACK... [/size] updating Soon...

Mrlemuel:

(stammers) where... where is... where is the... the update?

still.... Com.... Comp... Compilling it Sir..... Sta...stay tunedddddddddd....

Tgold1:




Baami ThanKs for everytime.......


Gbogbo TEAM HERO


TheBlessedMAN, MrLemuel, Fobiflex, AOB1(you be Agunbiade pikIn?), SmarteStPopQueen, Food Never Ready o, But WaTer don dey Fire ooo?

When AOB1 Join TEAm HEro sef?

Hi pals... Am finally here....

TheBlessedMAN:
thanks 4 coming boss... Ur V.I.P seat is always reserved

thanks dude....

donkross1:



Queen Which one be Team hero again, una get super powers ?

boss, I don't mean to be Rude, buh, I think that Que should rather be put to, THEBLESSEDMAN, T.GOLD1, ROHY nd Mrlemuel... They are the C.P.U behind that HERO TEAM..