Jp - Erisia [CONTENT WARNING]

Posted on Fri Nov 4th, 2022 @ 5:48am by Lieutenant Clara Lawson

Mission: Tales from the other side of the Mirror
Location: Erisia, Imperial Palace
Timeline: Present day
3159 words - 6.3 OF Standard Post Measure

***CONTENT WARNING***

THIS JP CONTAINS MATURE, SEXUAL CONTENT BETWEEN TWO WILLING PARTNERS. THE CONTENT IN QUESTION TAKES PLACE TOWARDS THE END OF THE JP. SHOULD YOU NOT WISH TO READ SUCH CONTENT, YET WISH TO SEE MORE OF THE CHARACTER'S JOURNEY, STOP READING AT THE CONTENT MARKER.

***CONTENT WARNING***


Hours passed and a new day was dawning when Clara was shaken awake in the waiting room of the medical bay by a nurse. The doctor had been working on Micheal's arm and Micheal for hours. The nurse handed Clara a mug of tea and told her Micheal was in recovery. Smiling and sipping the tea, Clara headed for the room he had been taken to.

She entered and took a seat by the bio bed.

Micheal was sleeping on the biobed, without a shirt covering his upper body. Instantly, Clara would notice the new shoulder joint. There was no arm currently installed, only the cap and docking port.

Clara had noticed it but she figured the doctors would be in soon enough with his new arm. She sipped the tea and considered the situation they were in carefully. There were no regulations against their sleeping together. As long as their jobs did not suffer.

Slowly, Micheal began to stir. He made a soft groaning sound, then opened his eye.

"Hey," Clara said softly. "How are you feeling?"

Turning his face towards Clara, Micheal smiled slightly. "Hey beautiful." He sighed softly. "I feel like my arm was ripped out and someone took a big chunk outta my chest and shoulder. How..how does it look?"

"Looks fine. The doctor will be in soon to talk to you I am sure."She assured him as the door opened and indeed the doctor entered.

"Ah, awake. That's good." he held up the new arm. "New and improved and will not require maintenance for 24 months."

Micheal looked at the new arm. Its sheer sleekness made his old arm look like a club from Terra's bronze age. It was black and looked extremely powerful, even when disconnected and powered down. "And there was no problem building in the weapons and shielding systems?"

"No, everything matches your specifications" The doctor replied and moved to attach it.

Micheal stayed laying down, watching the doctor approach with his new arm, a look of excitement filled his right eye.

It didn't take long and soon the arm was attached and the doctor ran a diagnosis on it before stating. "All good. You will be able to leave here in about an hour or so."

"Thank you, Doctor." He said as his own internal computer ran its own checks and system updates. "When will you be ready to work on my eye?"

"About a week or so."

Micheal nodded. "Thank you, Doctor." He then sat up and lifted his new left arm. He rotated it one way, then the other. It was both silent in its movements, but it looks more like an actual arm. Looking over to Clara, he asked, "What do you think?"

"Perfect," She smiled. "How does it feel?"

Standing up, Micheal kept moving the various joints around, then stopped and lifted the arm, so that he was looking at his palm. Flexing his fingers as one, razor-sharp talons snapped forward out of the ends of his fingertips. He looked at the talons briefly before commenting. "These look like they could do some damage." He flexed his hand again and they retracted just as quickly. He then lowered his arm in front of his and parallel to the ground.

Clenching his fist suddenly, a small emitter popped out of the back of his forearm and an energy shield activated. It was light blue in color and resembled an ancient Terran Roman Legionair's tall shield, extending to about a meter wide and nearly two meters tall.

"Perfect," Micheal commented again. Should I ever need to use this to protect either of Their Excellencies, this should be big enough to cover their retreat." He double-clenched his fist and the shield deactivated, the emitter withdrawing back into his arm.

Looking over at the doctor, he asked, "The battery life of the shield?"

"15 minutes with five between each use" He replied.

Micheal nodded. "Excellent. Thank you, Doctor. I'll see you next t week for me eye." He reached over and grabbed his tank top and pulled it on over his head.

Sighing, knowing the man would not rest, the doctor nodded. "Any issues come back immediately. "

"I will," Micheal replied. Once his tank top was tucked into his pants, he pulled on his uniform top. "Shall we, my dear?" He said to Clara as he buttoned up his top

She stood, tea cup still in her hand and nodded. "Of course." she said softly.

The pair then left the medical suites, heading back to their quarters. "It feels stronger," he said softly to her as they walked.

"That's good." She passed the cup to a passing servant with a smile. "It should feel like that." She glanced at the Chrono on her wrist, "And you were released just in time to go on duty. I finish at 19h00."

Micheal grinned as he yawned briefly. "I'm just going to go back to my office and finish some paperwork. I'm still feeling tired from the surgery." He yawned again. "Should I come to you in your quarters tonight?"

"If you like." She smiled. "I programmed the door to open to you just in case."

He returned her smile, then, when they reached a dimly-lit alcove, he moved her into it, pressing her back against the marble. "Then perhaps, I will be waiting for you there when you are done with your shift." He gave her a quick, yet passionate, kiss. He then smirked at her as he said, "To give you something pleasant to think about till then."

"hmm oh indeed" She smiled and headed off to her job.

Micheal leaned against the corner of the alcove and watched Clara saunter away, his right eye enjoying the view. His grin grew a bit wider when, as she turned a corner into another corridor, she glanced back at him and smirked. Then she was gone.

Chuckling softly to himself, Micheal made his way back to his office and got to work. He received a notice from the Emperor, stating that while he was recovering from his surgeries, he was to stick to his office work only. The Emperor then promised his old friend that he would behave and not try to duck his security detail any more.

Micheal sent a reply, thanking His Excellency both for the extra time to get his affairs in order and the promise to be a "Good Little Emperor". Micheal chuckled as he sent it off, knowing that he was probably the only person, next to Her Excellency of course, who would be allowed certain private liberties. Micheal was also aware that those liberties were not to be abused. Nor would he. He respected Mattias too much to do so.

***Later***

As 1900 hours approached, Micheal placed some finishing touches on the dinner table in Clara's room. He had done his homework today and had a feast containing all of her favorite food and drink prepared. Now, he sat out on the balcony, enjoying a cigar, its soft vanilla aroma very pleasing to his senses.

It was shortly after that when Clara entered the suite. Dressed in her regular black outfit of form fitting leather with matching jacket over the top she entered her suite and smiled at the sight. "Micheal?"

"Out here," his disembodied voice called back through the open balcony doors.

Shrugging off her jacket she came out to the balcony. "Hello there. How was your day?"

Relaxing in the comfortable lounge chair, Micheal took a puff of his cigar then replied. "Productive. I finished setting up the training regimen for my soldiers, assigned duty shifts, and even secured a new plot of land to build a training facility on." He took another puff of the cigar, then added, "Oh, and I received a message from His Excellency. Apparently, he not only wants me to remain on light duty until all of my surgeries are completed successfully, he also promised to behave and not try to ditch his protection detail."

Clara raised her eyebrow "What will be his punishment if he ditches them?"

He looked over at Clara and gave her an evil smirk as he replied. "The Empress will be very displeased with him." He then chuckled softly.

"Be fun to watch that conversation. " she mused. "And I am sure his punishment would hinder his... ability to be with her."

He chuckled again. He then moved to stand. After dousing his cigar, he moved over to her and placed his hands on her hips. "I am sure it will be."

She raised an eyebrow. "And what are you thinking?" she asked archly.

He smirked playfully. "Who? Me?"

"Well, I was hoping for dinner or is that table in there for show?" she asked with a smirk. "Unless you have other ideas."

"Oh, no...dinner is definitely on the menu. As for dessert, well," he grinned. "I'll leave that to you."

"Hmmm ok I will think on it" She teased and kissed him lightly "Shall we?"

He returned her kiss, then followed her back inside. After they filled their plates, he led her back outside to the small table on the balcony. He had already set out a pitcher of iced water and a couple glasses.

It was very different for Clara who, despite her marriage, had never eaten dinner like this with a man. Even her husband had never wanted to eat with her, preferring the company of his friends.

She sat across from Micheal and they began to eat. The night air was balmy. "So you said you had.. children? What were their names?" she asked.

At the mention of his lost children, Micheal deflated noticeably. "Clark and Theresa." A few tears flowed down his cheeks as he saw his angels in his mind's eye.

"Lovely names" she said softly. "I am sorry to bring them up, but I want to know more about you."

Sniffing back the tears, Micheal took his napkin and dried his eyes. "I don't want any secrets between us, my love. I just ask that, at times you recognize that I will be dark and brooding."

"And I will do my best to help you through those times." Clara said softly.

Micheal smiled softly at her as he replied. "You are truly a wonder, my love."

"I am merely Terran Micheal." Clara replied. "Can you tell me about them?"

With a sad smile, he nodded. He then spent the next hour telling her everything there was to know about both his children and his murdered wife. When he was finished, he smiled again. "Actually, I think the two of you would have been good friends."

"She sounds like a wonderful woman." Clara said honestly.

Micheal nodded. "She was. I still don't understand what she saw in a beast like myself. She was the only one who could calm me...until you."

Clara blushed slightly. "Maybe you are not the beast you think you are." she sipped her water.

"Oh no," he replied with a chuckle. "I am a beast. You just haven't seen it fully released yet."

"oh?" she asked softly. "In the bedroom I have..." she reminded him cheekily.

He grinned. "That beast is always ready for you. The one that is truly scary is my work beast. That one has only been released a few times. Each time, there was a tremendous amount of blood spilled."

"Hmm well you may be able to unleash it soon, I am working on some intelligence on a possible target."

His curiosity piqued, Micheal sat closer to her. "Oh? Do you have information on someone who is planning an attempt on the Royal Family?"

"I may. I am still getting information about it." Clara replied.

"You like teasing me, don't you?" He asked with a dangerous smirk. "Dangle the possibility of a target in front of my nose, then yank it away when I try to take a sniff."

She smirked. "Keeping you in your toes, that's all"

He reached across the small table and took a gentle hold of her right hand in his artificial left. "No need for that, my love." He then looked down at her hand in his, and started to grin. "I can feel you..."

She raised an eyebrow. "Feel me?" she asked curiously. "What do you mean?"

"The hand..." he kept looking at her hand in his artificial one. "I...I can feel the warmth of it...the softness of your skin..." He looked back up at her and smiled excitedly. "With the old one, I could only feel a basic reverse pressure when I was holding something. But this....it's almost like the sensations of a real hand!"

Clara smiled. "Erisian tech has come a long way. Even more so as the Empress brought back information from the other universe. "

A joy-filled smile crept over Micheal's features as he slowly moved his left hand up Clara's right wrist, delicately feeling the bones there, then up her forearm to her elbow. His touch was gentle as he moved up to her shoulder then the side of her neck and face. There was a look of unbridled joy in his right eye as his brain took in the long lost sensations.

Clara didn't move, just let him explore with his hand.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he slowly slid his artificial fingers through her hair.

She blushed. "Why thank you kind sir." She said, "You are flattering me." She didn't pull away though from his touch.

Micheal smiled softly. He found he was certainly smiling much more in these last few days than he had in the last several years. He knew that much of it was the connection he and Clara had formed, and were still forming. Though their relationship was still extremely new, he was already feeling very close to her.

In a moment of bashfulness, he quietly asked, "Do..do you wanna go inside? I'm curious to see how the rest of you feels with this new hand."

Clara stared into his eyes for a moment and nodded. "Sure, sounds like fun."

He smiled again, then stood up from the table, offering his left hand to her.

Standing, Clara took his hand and let him lead her into the main bedroom.

***MATURE CONTENT BELOW***

As soon as they were inside, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. After a few beats, while still kissing her, he started to undress her.

Clara shifted against him, helping him remove her clothing, while tugging his loose as well.

As Micheal removed each piece of Clara's clothing, he slowly ran his left hand over and exposed flesh, as if he was feeling it for the first time and was memorizing it.

The touch was causing her body to heat, but she stood still and let him explore.

Micheal moved to stand behind Clara, pulling her back against his chest with his right hand on her belly, as he slowly slid his left hand over her breasts, squeezing them gently, then moving his attention to her nipples. "If I start to hurt you, tell me immediately, my love," he whispered into her right ear as he gently nibbled on her earlobe.

Clara nodded with a soft moan. "I will but I trust you."

Moving his lips to her slender neck, Micheal started to nibble and kiss the spot just below her right ear as his hands started to move slowly over her body.

Clara was trying hard to stand still as his hands and mouth explored her. She was definitely enjoying his touch and she pressed her rear into his groin.

Feeling her press into him, caused Micheal to growl hungrily into her ear. He then slowly slid his left hand lower, down between her thighs, where he started to gently rub her most tender of places. As he felt her start to react favorably, he increased the speed of his finger movements carefully, until it started to vibrate slightly against her.

She gasped and whimpered as he teased her, he was slowly making her mindless and she could not help but react to his touch.

Seeing how much Clara was enjoying his attention, Micheal kept the speed and pressure constant, and slowly started to slide his fingers in and out of her.

Clara's whole form was trembling and her knees kept on wanting to collapse. She couldn't think straight to beg or even speak and she closed her eyes and let him have his way.

Micheal could see that Clara was close. It pleased him that he was able to do this for her. He only wanted her to ever be happy, and he would love her with every fiber of his being, real and artificial.

Her climax came with a low moan and she sagged against him.

After she crested her climax, Micheal gently slowed the speed and strength of his finger vibrations, until they finally stilled. He carefully pulled his hand clear of her, then scooped her up into his arms and carried her to bed.

Clara snuggled into his arms as he carried her, he was the only man she had ever known to do this without an issue.

Once they were in her bed, Micheal leaned against her and started to kiss her deeply, holding her body against his.

Clara reacted instantly, spreading her legs for him eagerly as she kissed him back.

Rolling over top of her, Micheal positioned himself between Clara's welcoming legs. After bracing his weight comfortably, he slowly slid deep inside of her, moaning and growling as the pleasure washed over him.

She clung to him wantonly and clenched her inner muscles around him tightly. She smiled up at him. "Take me Micheal." she whispered.

Grunting hungrily as he felt her grasp onto him, Micheal did as Clara requested. For the next several hours he did indeed take her to several explosive climaxes, until finally, equally spent, they collapsed onto her bed, the sheets twisted around them as they clung to one another, enjoying the euphoria of their highs and trying to slowly calm down.

Clara lay there in silence, letting her breathing settle down as she slowly came down from the high. She didn't speak, just held onto him.

Micheal was equally stunned by the euphoric high he was feeling. As he slowly got his rate of breathing lower, he held onto Clara, lazily tracing little patterns on her bare back.

The movements lulled Clara into a doze as she lay there, quite happy and content.

Within moments, Micheal drifted off to a peaceful sleep, a soft smile staying on his face.

~OFF~