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They were miles away from anyone. Macario aimed the laser cannon at his wife as she flew by, a hundred feet up. He pressed the trigger. Lisa exploded into a giant fireball, then resolidified back into her flying form. She banked and flew back down, landing in front of him.
“Did you flare first or let the laser do it?” Mac wanted to know.
“I let it happen,” Lisa insisted. “It evaporated my body and I rematerialized it.” Her mind was sealed and Mac knew she was lying. There wouldn’t have been any fireball if she hadn’t done it herself.
“Sweetheart,” Mac said, trying not to upset her, “You have a problem with control. I need to find out if, taken by surprise, you can reform your body, after.”
“Why?” Lisa asked. “I tell you that I can reform every time! You don’t need to test me anymore. Mom set off a nuclear explosion a couple of weeks ago and I survived that!”
“Did you know it was going to happen?” Mac asked.
Lisa didn’t answer.
“Well?”
“She teleported right into somebody!” Lisa insisted. “They both blew up. Okay?”
Mac pulled her against him, hugging her tightly. “I understand, Sweetie. But, did you know it was going to happen or did it take you completely by surprise?”
Lisa sighed. “I knew.”
“How?”
“I just knew, okay?” Lisa exclaimed defensively. “I always know! It’s part of what I am!”
“Explain it to me,” Mac said. “Start with that force field in your Mom’s living room the day after we met. How did you get trapped in that if you always know what’s going to happen to you?”
Lisa stared at her life-mate. “It doesn’t work that way. That happened too slowly. By the time I realized I was being dissoluted into that time field, I was already touching it.”
“That’s not a word,” Mac grinned at her, “and you still haven’t explained. I’m not trying to argue with you – I just want to know how you know.”
“Let’s go a day earlier,” Lisa said stubbornly, “to when I protected you from being shot.”
“Yeah, that’ll work, I guess,” Mac said. “How did you do that? And why didn’t you protect yourself?”
“Macario,” she said, sighing. “Sometimes, there are two ... me’s. There’s a ‘me’ that gets killed every time. Then there’s a ‘me’ that changes that. When I feel ‘me’ appear, I know I’m going to die, then it happens. I die. Every time. Then I go back as the other ‘me’, and change it.”
“So I killed you with this laser?” Mac asked incredulously.
Lisa nodded. There were tears in her eyes. “That first day, when that evil bastard shot you, you died. So I went back and created a force field in front of you so you wouldn’t get shot.”
“So why didn’t you protect me from the knife attack?” he asked.
“You didn’t die,” she explained, very simply. “I made you immortal instead.”
“There’s still something I don’t understand,” Mac said, his compulsive need to know everything running unabated. “You ‘went back’ and created a force field around me?”
Lisa nodded.
“What happened to the other you?” Mac asked. “The one in your body that was standing next to me?”
“She died,” she said. “There can only be one of me. The other ‘me’ always has to die.”
“What?” Mac exclaimed, not understanding. “How did she die?”
“The bastard shot her,” Lisa said, simply. “Right after he shot you.”
“How did I miss that?” he asked.
“It didn’t happen the second time,” Lisa said. “I yelled at him and he didn’t blow my head off like he did hers. He changed his mind about killing me and just wanted to wound me. That way, he could take me inside and keep me for a while – to play with...”
“Sick bastard,” Mac muttered.
“So do you mind if you don’t kill me anymore?” Lisa asked, looking at the cannon in his arms. She looked upset and petulant at the same time.
Mac dropped the cannon and pulled her into his arms. He held her tight and kissed her.
“You’re a fake,” he said, smiling into her face, “and I love you.”
Lisa groaned as she felt his next question forming in his insatiable mind.
“If he didn’t kill you the second time,” he asked, an instant later, “what happened to the ‘other’ you – the one who came back.”
“I’m right here,” Lisa said quietly. “The original ‘me’ died. The universe straightens itself out so there is only one of me left every time. I don’t always know which one of us it will be. We always fight for an instant, trying to occupy the same space. The winner survives. Sometimes, I can’t determine if I’m the original or the one who came back, but I have the memories of both.”
“You live in a nightmare world,” Macario whispered. “I had no idea...”
“No one does,” Lisa replied quietly and looking very serious. “It’s my little secret insanity – and yours, too, now.” She laughed quietly and Macario was certain that he’d never hear a sadder sound. “I’m a phoenix. I’m continually reborn every time I die. What did you think that meant when I told you?”
Macario didn’t answer. He was holding his phoenix too tightly, not wanting her to see his tears as they flowed down his face. After a few moments, he regained control of his emotions. He was grateful that some part of her would always be reborn and live on. From his perspective, she was immortal and he’d always have her. But from hers?...
He decided that it would be best if he didn’t think about that too much. For the first time in his life, it occurred to him that he shouldn’t ask so many questions. He hadn’t wanted to know that last answer. But, after all this time, he finally had his wish – he understood her, now.
Lisa was responding erotically to his tight embrace. He could feel her teeth chewing on his shoulder through his light jacket. Gently wrapping his fingers in her soft, dark hair, he pulled her head back so he could see her face. She didn’t look sad. She looked mischievous and playful.
Macario yelped as she grabbed the front of his jacket and leaned back, pulling him down on top of her. The last little bit of unknown data fell into place. Lisa lived hard and played hard – because she died hard. She accepted it – the whole package. Macario realized that Lisa liked who she was. She liked the constant fight for survival, even though she often fought herself for her very existence. The one who survived was always the winner.
He landed hard on top of her, knocking the wind out of her lungs. They wrestled on the ground for a few minutes, each becoming more aroused.
When he finally had her pinned, Lisa bit off one of the buttons on his jacket and vanished. As Mac fell through the space she’d occupied, she landed on his back and tried to get her arm around his neck. He rolled over and was on top of her again, only facing away from her now. As he continued to roll, Lisa got both arms around his neck and wrapped her bare legs around his waist.
“Yippee! Ride ‘em, Cowgirl!” Lisa yelped, raising one hand in the air like a bull rider. “Whoa, boy! Whoops! Gnuugh!” She grunted as she found herself slammed into the ground again with Mac lying on top of her. When Mac rolled over again, she let him roll off. They lay on the ground panting and gazing at each other.
“You’re all dirty,” Mac grinned.
Lisa looked down at herself. She was, of course, naked, but her skin was caked with dirt and dust from rolling around on the ground with Mac.
“Well, you’re naked,” Lisa smirked back at him.
“No I’m no...” Mac started to say, then stopped as Lisa vanquished his clothes, teleporting them somewhere. “You little witch!” He grabbed her and sucked a tit into his mouth. Lisa yelped at the sudden sensation, then arched her back and shrieked as he bit down on her nipple. She fell back to the ground laughing and boxing his head with her hands, trying to make him let go.
He stopped as his jeans dropped down on his head, finally returning to the ground from where Lisa had tossed them with her mind. His shirt, being somewhat lighter, had caught a light breeze and floated down some distance away.
Mac looked around. “Where’s my jacket?”
“Why?” Lisa asked. “Do you need one?”
“No,” Mac replied, “But I had one – and now, I don’t.”
“I’m sure it’ll turn up,” Lisa chirped, then relaxed, lying comfortably on the ground. Something in her voice made Macario look at her. She was lying naked and dirty on his jacket!
Another short tussling match enabled him to pull it out from underneath her. She was even dirtier, now, as she sat and glared at him in pretended ire. Her face and neck were streaked with dirt, as were her arms and legs, breasts and stomach. Her hair was wind-blown and needed brushed, but it usually looked like that when she was outdoors.
“My wild angel,” Macario murmured, unable to take his eyes off his foxy little firebird.
He reached for her and suddenly found her legs wrapped around his head and he was being twisted sideways with her on top of him. They both landed heavily, Mac on his back with his face trapped against Lisa’s squirming body on top of him, with her pelvis exactly where she wanted it.
With most of her weight pressed down against his face, Mac discovered that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe, either. After a few seconds of muffled yelling, Lisa raised up a little.
“That feels really good,” she laughed, peering down between her legs at him. “Do it some more!”
She dropped back down on him and ground her pelvis against his teeth. Then she yelped as he threw her, both rolling completely over with Lisa barely managing to keep his head trapped between her legs. After another minute, Mac became more interested in eating her out instead of beating her up.
‘Oh, yeah!” Lisa moaned as she finally felt his tongue get to work down there. After a moment, she hopped up off his face and turned around.
“Wait!” Mac yelled as she dropped back down on him, mashing her butt hole against his nose with her wet pussy lips kissing against his mouth. She lay down on his belly as he went back to work on her tingling cunt.
“Well, hello there,” she murmured, mostly to herself because she was pretty sure Mac couldn’t hear her with her legs clamped against his head like that.
She blew gently on the magnificent cock swaying in front of her nose, giggling when it twitched in response to her gentle breath. She felt Macario moan into her tingling pussy and wiggled her rump in response.
Macario’s magnificent organ was standing up straighter now and Lisa giggled again as she thought of it standing on tipi-toe and blindly searching, thinking, “Is there someone out there? Someone please suck on me...”
“Aw, poor little monster,” she cooed, breathing her warm breath on it again.
Mac’s cock definitely twitched this time and seemed to grow some more. Lisa tentatively licked her tongue against it and watched it pulse upward again. After all this time together, Mac’s cock still fascinated her. It was the only one she’d ever seen that could actually do as much damage to her tender pussy as it promised. Perhaps that was because he knew how she liked it used on her.
She licked the sides of Mac’s cock a few more times, then stretched up to surround its head with her lips. She wished her mouth and throat were as big as Tanya’s. Tanya could take Mac’s cock all the way down her throat and into her stomach. She would always pass out from lack of air after a minute and Frank would have to pull her off, but – she could do it.
Lisa’s pussy was quivering inside and she knew she was ready. Raising up off Macario’s face, she turned around and carefully guided herself down until her saliva-soaked pussy lips were pressed against his hard cock. She looked up at his face and smiled as she watched him. Slowly, she lowered herself down, surrounding his pole with her hot, quivering girl-flesh. She gazed into his eyes, broadcasting her sensations at him as she slowly impaled herself.
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