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body, harder and harder. She reached out for Oliver's erection
and pumped it with her hand just as hard as she grasped Yancey from
within.
    She rode him until she felt the orgasm jerk violently
through him. Until his whole body arched up and his head leaned
back and there wasn't an inch of tension left in his body. She
jerked off Oliver until he cried out and then spurted hot streams
of cum across her hand.
    Laughing with her victory, a sweaty Elfie collapsed
back against the bed beside Yancey.
    The Sioux man rolled over to stare down into her
face. “You haven't come yet,” he said.
    “You didn't really think you'd get away with not
coming.”
    His lips encompassed her wetness again as he lapped
his tongue feverishly up and down over every spot that made her
shiver and cry out.
    Elfie felt the burst of pleasure closing in on her.
She tried to keep herself from crying out, but it wasn't
possible.
    Yancey grinned down at her as the last of her
pleasure ebbed away. He was drying his face again. “What in the
fuck did you just do?” he asked.
    “Showed you that invasions can be overcome from
within,” she said.
    “What? You didn't like the invasion?” he whispered,
his tongue darting out to lick at the end of her nose.
    “Oh, yes, I did,” she said.
    Oliver moved around to sit in their circle. He
pressed his lips tenderly to Yancey's and then leaned across to do
the same to Elfie.
    “Next time is my turn,” Oliver said into her face. “I
think we all know this is permanent, right?”
    “Do you see me going anywhere?” she asked.
    Coming out of nowhere, a loud sound, like the world's
biggest windmill, swooped above them. It seemed to encompass the
sky. They all looked upward.
    “That's one big damned helicopter,” Elfie said.
    Oliver shook his head, tossing a look of challenge at
Yancey. “More like a UFO.”
    “Please,” Yancey said, shaking his head as jumped
into his jeans and boots. “I'll go look. It has to be military
aircraft.”
    “Or a UFO,” Oliver said, standing up quickly to dress
himself and follow Yancey out the door.
    The men gazed upward as what looked like bat-shaped
kites soared in a larger circle far above.
    “Could be cliffhanger sailplanes,” Yancey said, “or
birds.”
    Oliver shook his head. “Gliders couldn’t fly in that
tight a formation. And those can't be buzzards or any other kind of
bird. Even from this long distance, they look six feet tall at
least.”
    Elfie, clad in her gym clothes, stepped out into the
garden to join them. She shadowed her eyes with a hand and squinted
in the objects' direction. They looked huge and menacing. Big black
birds of prey on a mammoth scale.
    “Advanced, weird military aircraft?” Elfie
suggested.
    Yancey looked back at her. “We're a long way from
Area 51. No, they're birds that just look big,” Yancey said with
what sounded like forced certainty. “It has to be a moisture lens
effect from the storm or something.”
    An explosive bang behind them came from the
cottage.
    “It came from the roof,” Oliver said.
    Yancey climbed up a side fence outcropping to the
cottage's eaves and then pulled himself on top. He stood up, like a
shadowman against a threatening sky, staring away across the land
beyond the walled garden.
    His hand extended his weapon, like some kind of
shamanic totem to ward off an unknown evil.
    “Holy shit,” he said, taking a step back, as if
something crawled up the roof's other slant toward him.
    Yancey aimed and fired several rounds until Elfie
heard something slide over tiles and fall off the roof.
    “What is it?” Oliver yelled, about to boost himself
up.
    “Hit the flood lights on the garden!” Yancey called
down, as he shoe-surfed the roof tiles until he hit the eaves, then
jumped straight down to dirt.
    Elfie scanned the garden quickly until she saw the
control box. She hit the biggest lever with the bottom of her hand.
The lights blared to full life.
    Yancey appeared, jogging slowly, almost