Chasing the Sun (Repo! The Genetic Opera) - Early Access (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anne_Hatagay

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

Thick fog descends from the dark heavens above, blanketing the house in a foreboding aura. Blind Mag stares at her surroundings as she steps out of the car, transfixed by the withering flora. It saddened her to see this once beautiful home in such a decayed state.

‘Oh, Marni…your heart would weep at the sight…’

Had Nathan allowed this place to die out of spite?

There was no time for the singer to grieve. She was here on a mission. She didn’t know what to call it. Fate. Destiny. Either way, Shilo had been brought into her life, and now she had to do whatever was necessary to ensure that the daughter of her dearest friend remained safe from the clutches of GeneCo.

But, how much did Shilo already know regarding Rotti’s heinous intentions? She was too pure. Too innocent to be choked by the toxicity of this cruel world. Blind Mag had to come up with an intervention. At what cost? Blind Mag knew the answer. However, was resigning from her indefinite employment…one way or another. She had nothing left to lose.

Nothing left to lose.

Except…now, she did. Shilo.

‘’Shilo? Is your name Shilo?’’ Blind Mag cried out into the speaker next to the main gate of the house. ‘’Can I talk to you? Can you come down, please? So that we can speak.’’

No answer. Blind Mag was understanding. But, this was an occasion where she had to show force.

This was for Shilo. For Marni. More and more, she thought that this day was meant to be.

Blind Mag pushed on the gate and it opened. Whether or not Shilo answered and let her in, the singer couldn’t be certain. But, she persisted, opening her heart out to the young woman, hoping that her soulful song could slip through stone walls. ‘’I saw you at the show. I thought I’d seen a ghost. Your resemblance is striking. You have your mother’s eyes. Her hair. I was told you died with her. All these years have come and gone. How do I put this? I’m your…Godmom!’’

Approaching the door, she saw Shilo through the stained glass windows, slowly descending the stairs. Apprehension was etched across her face. Yet, she did not retreat or baulk at Blind Mag’s presence, leading the singer to hope that there was a chance for an embrace.

‘’State your business!’’ Shilo stated.

‘’Business?’’

‘’What do you want?’’

‘’I want, I want to finally meet you; something real to cling to, leave you with the hope that you will go to all you’re meant to, all I’ve failed to,’’ Blind Mag stopped at the door. She almost reached out to enter, but ignored the temptation. She wanted Shilo to trust her. Befriend her. ‘’In you is a world of promise. We have both been kept in bondage. But, you can learn from my failures.’’

Shilo shifted nervously. ‘’I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.’’

‘’Or let them through the gate?’’

‘’That either. A big risk.’’

‘’A big fence,’’ Blind Mag’s silvery eyes rolled, gesturing to their surroundings.

Shilo pondered before shaking her head. ‘’A mistake.’’

‘’A new friend.’’

Suddenly, Mag’s eyes shimmered and a projection solidified before them. Playing a scene like an old movie, Shilo stood in awe as she watched the recorded footage. Sharp gasps escaped from her like a chorus trapped in her body, screaming to be free. Shilo stared at the flickering visuals of her mother singing with a voice like an angel.

‘’Chase the morning…Yield for nothing…’’

Over and over. The enchanting song brought Shilo to the door where she opened it for Mag. Just as quickly as the stunning footage appeared, it vanished when the opera singer blinked rapidly. Shilo’s eyes were locked on the inhuman anatomy.

‘’Oh my God! Mom? How did you do that?’’

‘’Do what?’’ Mag smirked.

‘’That…that eye thing.’’

‘’These eyes can do more than see.’’

‘’I know,’’ Shilo clapped her hands together and averted her gaze bashfully. ‘’I mean…I’ve seen you sing.’’

‘’Where?’’

‘’From my window,’’ Shilo smiled for the first time. It was a sight that Mag found sublime. Color had been restored to the young woman’s soul. ‘’I can see the world from there. Name the stars and constellations. Count the cars and watch the seasons.’’

Mag stepped closer. ‘’I wish we could’ve watched together…’’

‘’I can’t have guests!’’ Shilo moved away, raising her hands to halt Mag’s advancement.

‘’Never?’’

‘’Ever! If Dad found out that I’d been let out, or you’d been let in…’’

Shilo didn’t mention her father by name. However, just the thought of that man and the secret that he had kept from Mag led the singer to look away in shame. All the years she could have spent with Shilo, watching her grow into becoming the beautiful young woman that she was right now…

‘’I should go then,’’ Mag replied, burying the hurt. ‘’Before I do, promise me you won’t!’’

Shilo nodded. Although, there seemed to be some hesitation. ‘’It’s best if I resume my life inside my bedroom.’’

Mag would have been able to see the yearning from Shilo with her old eyes. Lies. Lies. Lies. How many of those had her father been feeding her? Mag wanted to keep her goddaughter safe but also didn’t want her to become so reclusive that there was nothing left. The least she could do was leave her a parting gift, words of encouragement that wouldn’t lead her adrift.

‘’Don’t forget that a sheltered rose needs a little room to bloom outside her bedroom.’’

Before she turned to leave, Shilo surprised her by rushing to stop her from leaving. ‘’It’s better that you don’t go! Forget the Opera!’’

‘’It’s too late for me…’’ Mag forced a warm smile. ‘’Don’t look back ‘til you’re free to chase the morning…’’

Shilo persisted, shaking her head and daring to do something that she feared she would regret later. She grabbed Mag’s arm and pulled her away from the door. Lightning flashed from outside the window, casting a spellbinding glow over the grim décor. Mag’s eyes shone. The two women were gazing at each other silently.

Hypnotically.

Shilo released a gasp she didn’t realize she was holding. ‘’Teach me to be brave! I am standing on my grave…’’

‘’No more talking! We shall not be dead women walking!’’

‘’For what I am, I must repent. To be a ghost of what was once before. My mother. Your lover. I wish not to be silent.’’

Mag’s eyes shimmered in the light. A new wave of emotion crushed her, threatening to topple her very being as she continued to gaze at Shilo, whose confidence was beginning to shine bright. ‘’How did you know?’’

Shilo blushed. ‘’To see her in your eyes, not as a prize, or something to despise, you must have loved her with all of your heart…’’

‘’Or what’s left of it,’’ Mag added.

The distance between them had become unbearably close. Shilo was left breathless as she basked in the older woman’s beauty. Captivating. She wanted to reach out and touch her. She wanted to leave a mark on her, just as her mother had done, dancing away in Mag’s dazzling eyes. Illuminating. Her desire to be brave intensified with every passing second. It was as if the shackles around her ankles were beginning to unchain themselves. Their overwhelming heaviness was lifted. Shilo’s body moved of its own accord as she danced rhythmically against Mag’s body for a small moment until she turned her back and strutted up the stairs.

Her sultry actions did not go unnoticed. Mag watched on with eyes that saw all, and lips that yearned to be kissed. Shilo’s figure was remarkable. Double-D breasts and a rather large ass. Not something that many would give a pass. Mag was temporarily grappled with guilt. She absorbed every curve of Shilo’s body as more and more pieces of her clothing were stripped away. But, she teased the singer by slithering around the corner atop the stairs, just barely out of sight as more of her clothes hit the floor. Mag was dismayed not to see Shilo’s body in all its glory. She would dot her pale skin with kisses and marks, ones that would tell a sensual story.

In the back of Mag’s mind, a flash. GeneCo and the cruelty they would inflict. ‘’I must dash! The Opera calls.’’

‘’Do not flee!’’ Shilo cried out as she emerged to reveal a new apparel. She was dressed in black lingerie, with a small spider emblem between her breasts. ‘’It is clear to see! Your lies do not fool me! I see what I do to you…’’ she swayed her hips as she marched back down the stairs and approached Mag. Her hand wandered downward to brush against the visible bulge that was steadily growing beneath Mag’s attire.

Between Mag’s legs, an immense form was taking shape. Hard and long. Her mighty sword could reach 16 inches large. The tight leather pants used to conceal her arousal were losing the fight. New music was created. Moans flowed out of Mag’s mouth as Shilo groped her bulge more tightly.

The young woman’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. ‘’Did that work?’’

Shilo leaned closer. Her lips were dangerously close. Mag looked to the heavens. ‘’Oh, Marni! Forgive me, for I have sinned. I am throwing caution to the wind.’’

At long last, their lips crashed together in a fiery frenzy. Passion and longing. Confusion and ecstasy. The embrace could have continued endlessly as they welcomed this fantasy. Tongues clashed like swords, tasting the other’s desire with no sign of stopping.

Shilo had never felt more alive. And Mag felt as if she had been brought back from the dead.

Without hesitation, Shilo dropped to her knees. Her nimble fingers worked quickly to remove the barrier between her and the object of her desire which beckoned for her sweet attention. Mag was breathless. Words failed her as her cock sprang into view. The love in Shilo’s eyes was true.

‘’I see you gaze in wonder…’’ Mag purred.

‘’Let no one put us asunder.’’

Shilo closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible. Her head came forward, and she engulfed the head of Mag’s cock. Her head began to rock. Back and forth. Faster and faster. Saliva coated the slick member as it reached deeper down her throat. Sighs of pleasure escaped from Mag, raising an octave, note by note. The ecstasy in the room was unmistakable. Shilo did not stall or wait. She sucked Mag off to the best of her abilities. She deepthroated her. Gagged on her.

The sound of the young woman choking reverberated off the walls.

Shilo paused. ‘’I won’t forget these,’’ she then slobbered on Mag’s balls.

‘’Shilo, dear,’’ Mag gasped. Heavy panting was unbecoming of her. But, Mag’s surprising level of skill caused her to stir. ‘’Perhaps, you should take things slow?’’

‘’I can’t!’’ she replied, desperately licking her way back up the shaft. ‘’This taste…intoxicating, captivating, stimulating, liberating…’’

‘’And suffocating!’’ Mag stated upon seeing Shilo choke on her dick once more. ‘’Though, I can’t deny this feeling that this isn’t your first time.’’

A blush crept across Shilo’s cheek. She let the cock rest on her face. An alluring and provocative sight. ‘’I have practiced for this moment.’’

‘’How so?’’

‘’Your merchandise.’’

‘’Merchandise?’’ Mag raised her brow.

‘’Dildos moulded after you; bought for a hefty price. The detail was remarkable. And now, I see, very accurate. Time after time, I toll away at night, thinking about how it would feel to be one with you. As you fuck me, time after time. My lips are the lock. Your cock, is the key.’’

‘’Only your lips?’’ Mag probed.

Despite her flustered state, Shilo’s smiled as she sucked on her some more, tasting the singer’s pre-cum. ‘’Far from it. If my body is a temple, you would have explored it to its fullest. Picture this. You’ve fucked my tits. Fucked my pussy. Even taken my ass. Every part of me has been blessed. But, a faux isn’t enough.’’

As she went down on Mag with a quickening pace and more frantic ferocity, Mag reared her head back and cried out with glee. This was the last thing she expected from Shilo. She anticipated the young woman to be a clueless virgin. On the contrary, she was in full control. She reached around to cup Mag’s ass and forced her to thrust faster, using her mouth like a blowhole.

The succulent sounds coming from Shilo’s blowjob was like music to Mag’s ear. Her eyes shone. Just a few more seconds and she would be done.

Mag cooed with delight. ‘’I’m so close, Shilo!’’

Right on cue, Shilo took Mag’s cock out of her mouth and stroked it. The tip was positioned directly in front of her. A chill ran down Mag’s spine as she watched herself explode all over the young woman’s face.

‘’This is my place!’’ Shilo moaned as she gleefully accepted the messy facial. ‘’On my knees, pleasing you. The slut who will do anything for you.’’

Threads of hot, white seed painted Shilo’s face. Her lewd expression was a canvas. Mag was no stranger to love with many women. Intimacy and debauchery were never far in her life. Entwined. But, love was never on the cards for the singer. Blind Mag did not open her heart to anyone after Marni.

No one…except Shilo.

Droplets of cum rain down from Shilo’s face and onto her cleavage. Erotic tears. The young woman’s breakneck pace did not falter for a second. Her bra was torn from her skin. The smile she wore was filled with sin. Before Mag could question her, Shilo brought the still-hard cock between her breasts and smothered it completely. Mag cried out jubilantly.

‘’I knew you’d like this most,’’ Shilo smirked. ‘’I don’t mean to boast…’’

‘’Yes, you do!’’

‘’You’re right, I do! I have a fantastic rack.’’

Mag couldn’t agree more as Shilo’s body bounced, causing her tits to move up and down. The sensation was beyond everything that came before.

‘’More! More!’’ Mag moaned.

Shilo was more than happy to give. Mag’s erection was large enough to poke from the top. So, Shilo craned her head down to suck on the tip. Double the pleasure. Her sultry actions showcased the skills had acquired through her dildo training, so much time to leisure.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Mag succumbed to bliss as Shilo used her tits to pleasure the singer. Her sultry nature seemed boundless. No limits. It was an experience that could not be described.

‘’You are certainly gifted!’’ Mag smiled, staring at Shilo’s chest. ‘’I dare say I’m becoming addicted!’’

As her huge mounds pillowed Mag’s shaft, Shilo circled her tongue around the tip, eliciting more sweet moans of approval from her older lover.

‘’You remind me so much of your mother.’’

Hearing those words, Shilo was spurred into action. She swallowed the head of Mag’s cock and sucked on it, practically begging for more of the singer’s seed. The titfuck had caused the perfect reaction. Mag threw her head back and screamed. Her voice almost shattered glass as she blew another load into Shilo’s mouth.

Hot cum. Yum.

But, Shilo wasn’t done.

The amount was bountiful like before. Most lovers would have choked. Shilo spat the creamy liquid onto her tits, using it to make them glisten. By now, they weren’t the only part of her body that was soaked.

‘’I need you,’’ Shilo cooed. ‘’I want you. I need you.’’

‘’Shilo, think this through…’’

‘’I have…’’ she arched her back and lay on the stairs. With her body sprawled seductively, she revealed her wet pussy to Mag. ‘’My body and my heart speak as one. Why stop now when we’re having so much fun?’’

Mag knew that resistance was futile. Her mouth watered at the prospect of returning the favor to Shilo. She could almost taste her.

The taste…was it like hers? Like Marni’s?

Did the sweet apple not fall far from the tree? The forbidden fruit called to her. Mag went to her knees and dragged her tongue along Shilo’s lower lips. Shilo’s voice bellowed blissfully as she grinded against Mag’s tongue, desperate to feel her inside. Two become one. The sweet taste beckoned Mag deeper. She licked the wetness; the delicious nectar. Shilo’s body was the stage of which Mag was the director. The skill she displayed made the younger woman squirm. She was under her spell.

Mag lapped up Shilo’s juices as if she were dying of thirst in hell.

‘’Ah! Oh, Mag!’’ Shilo cried out. Her hips bucked wildly. Her toes curled. Her eyes fluttered. ‘’Mag! Mag!’’

‘’Sing my name!’’ Mag purred as she thrust her tongue inside her lover.

She did taste as sweet as her mother.

With her back arched, Shilo held on against the staircase railings for dear life. Her screams cut through the air like a knife. Glass almost shattered. Yet, Mag pressed on. Her tongue folded and swayed. Tasting every inch of Shilo’s lower area. She licked the beads of wetness that flowed across her thighs. But, that was only the beginning. Shilo burst into a jubilant scream. Juices sprayed forth, dousing Mag’s face completely.

Erotic showers. As Shilo bloomed before her. The most delicate of flowers. No longer.

Spark. Spark. Strands of Shilo’s release splashed onto Mag’s eyes, causing them to go on the fritz for a moment. Realizing what had happened, Shilo peered through heavy eyes to see Mag adjust her own. They flashed repeatedly before returning to normal.

Mag smiled. ‘’Electrifying.’’

The singer took the initiative. She grabbed Shilo by the waist and flipped them over. The younger woman was now on top as Mag steered the ship. She brought Shilo over her cock, her glistening pussy brushed against the tip.

‘’You do this often?’’ Shilo asked.

‘’There have been…others.’’

‘’Others? Like?’’

Mag hesitated. She bit her lip as if she was trying to hold onto a dirty secret. But, the moment she gazed upon Shilo’s expression of innocence, soon to be shed, Mag could not lie to her. Rumors spread, now to be put to bed.

‘’Amber.’’

Shilo’s eyes widened. ‘’Amber Sweet? You and her?’’

‘’No strings! No love! She needs her fix. Sometimes, Zydrate needs more of a kick. When she rides me, that does the trick. I give her what she needs most in this world.’’

‘’Even when she’s strung out in a Z-induced state?’’

‘’It’s a double boost! Stronger orgasms. I know it must be a lot for you to fathom. I don’t agree. But, my words cannot reach her. She only seeks pleasure from me.’’

Shilo’s eyes softened. Both hands cupped Mag’s face. A stare so deep that she could almost see the woman’s soul. ‘’I want my words to reach you too. Do not go to the Opera.’’

Silence gripped them both. Their bodies moved of their own accord. Shilo was lowered onto Mag’s large cock. When she felt the shaft penetrate her, her spirit soared. She descended. Her pussy clenched around the thickness.

Mag beamed with arousal. It didn’t matter how many surgeries Amber would have, the erratic daughter of GenCo would never be as exquisitely tight as Shilo.

Moonlit beams shone through the windows atop the staircase, casting the lovers in a brilliant ethereal glow. All the while, Shilo bounced as fast as she could, riding Mag like there was no tomorrow. Considering all that was happening and the fear of Mag’s eyes being repossessed, that was a frightening possibility.

Their escapades were so intense that Mag’s eyes sparked once more. The glitch was only momentary. But, for the briefest of moments, the singer’s vision blurred…and she believed that she saw Marni riding her.

Oh, the memories. Rippling pleasure and love that would last for centuries.

‘’Oh, Marni…’’

Shilo heard her mother’s name edge out of Mag’s mouth. A fleeting gasp. Yet, it was enough to light a fire in Shilo’s soul. She decided to take the reins. Now, she was in control.

‘’That’s right, Mag! You remember me?’’ Shilo smiled. She rolled her body, moving hypnotically as she felt Mag’s cock throbbing deep inside her. ‘’Fuck me like you used to! Hurt me till I’m black and blue! Give me what I want! Give me what I need! Bless my shrine! Fill me with your wine!’’

Mag began to counterthrust against Shilo’s movement. Her words were both the singer’s poison and her cure. Renewed was her vigor. She grabbed Shilo’s waist and fucked her brilliantly. Their bodies oozed with sweat as Mag caressed Shilo’s body, melding her into the form she wanted, her maquette. Every time the young woman bounced, her appearance seemed to shift.

Shilo. Marni. Shilo. Marni.

Mag wished that life turned out a different way. She would give anything to have both women with her. Both of them…here to stay.

Feeling her impending orgasm, Mag attempted to pull out. But, Shilo refused. She leaned forward and grinded herself on Mag’s cock with greater speed. Her muscles burned. Her throat became hoarse. Seeing what she wanted, Mag didn’t fight back. She thrust deeper into her lover with greater force.

Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.

As the morning came, so did they.

Mag blew an immense load inside Shilo’s womb. The bountiful seed was so great that it caused Shilo’s body to bloat slightly. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed into Mag’s comforting arms.

Their moment of reprieve from their euphoric high was short-lived. Hearing the door to the house unlock, they gazed at each other with stunned expressions and rushed up the stairs. As fast as their legs were able to carry them. Their clothing was retrieved off the floor as they retreated to the nearest room and dressed with lightning speed.

Mag changed first, despite the intricacies of her attire. Her glance fell sadly upon Shilo as she reached out and took the young woman’s hand. Shilo stared back at the singer. Her fear returned when she saw the crestfallen glint in Mag’s eyes. ‘’Let your life be your dream. Integrity. Honesty. It’s too late for me. Don’t look back till you’re free to chase the morning!’’

Like a phantom, Mag faded from Shilo’s hand and she hurried down the stairs to confront Nathan. Shilo hid upstairs and watched from above.

‘’Is this how things are to end?’’ Shilo said sombrely. ‘’Is fate too strong for love? You tell me to chase the morning. But…Mag! You are my morning!’’

XXX

What do you see when you stay after the Opera?

You meet the puppets in motion that bring the story to life. Even in death.

The show always goes on. While not all who were part of the journey see what comes next, an epilogue is not too complex.

Shilo sat atop the staircase and peered out of the window to watch the sunrise. The months came and went. She had her time to lament. GeneCo fell apart after Rotti Largo’s untimely demise. His next of kin were not up to the task. The next generation was not always the bright spark needed to light the world. But, sometimes…

Shilo turned her head when she heard sobbing. She tended to the small baby in her arms. She cradled it with all of the love she had to give. The bundle of joy who stared up at the ceiling with glassy white eyes was all of the motivation she had to live.

‘’Oh, Madelaine…’’ Shilo cooed softly, kissing the blind baby’s brow. ‘’You will never see the horrors that your mother did. It doesn’t matter what they try to force on you, you will not be given the same treatment as Mag. Her eyes were a price too great to pay. Forgive me. I will teach you. I will guide you. Forever, I am here to stay.’’