Only Who Is Left: Book I of the Inversion Chronicles

By Alexandra Amalova

When the world ends, the journey begins...

'It was now or never. The Earth was dead. War had decimated her then had tortured, raped and burnt her. Nothing grew. Nothing flew, swam, walked or crawled. Seas were poisoned. The land was charred. The air was acrid. This journey was humanity's final, most desperate act. It was our last chance. We had but one ship, and I, Alex5, was its captain...'

So begins 'Only who is left', book I of Alexandra Amalova's epic six-volume story of humankind's journey to the stars. Their last-gasp search for a new home stretches human courage, ingenuity and resilience to the limits.

'Only who is left' introduces the world to Alex5, war hero, scientist, and expedition leader, an extraordinary man encountering extraordinary circumstances. Trapped in a system seemingly devoid of life, and with only slender hopes of survival, what will become of humanity's fragile final diaspora?

This book, the first in Alexandra's series of six science fiction novels set in the Inversion solar system, contains graphic scenes of human sexual behaviour.

All six volumes of 'The Inversion Chronicles' are now available individually from Smashwords. Alternatively, they can be found bound together in the recently published 'The Complete Inversion Chronicles'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexandra Amalova
• Release date: Jul 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370986040

Alexandra Amalova

'If porn were mainstream, if Dickens had written "The sale of two titties", Wells had penned "The whore of the worlds", and Shakespeare had staged "Porneo and Juliet", then - rather than being a virtually-unknown naughty niche - Miss Amalova would be a national treasure.'Unfortunately, society was not then ready for such sexual graphicality, and - even more unfortunately - neither is it still. And so, dear reader, you must furtively scrabble beneath virtual counters for her works and hide them behind a complex array of passwords on your trusty e-reader. And that's a shame. For there is much the world could glean from Alexandra's sordid set pieces; much, much more than the genre would suggest.Miss Amalova has previously cared to compile seven compendiums of concise erotica; an illustrated book of pervy poetry, a naughty novella, and a six-part sexy sci-fi saga - The Inversion Chronicles - have added to her impressive catalogue of published works.. A relatively new project entitled 'Love thy neighbour', a series of sexy stories set in a street much like yours, has recently been completed and is available here in a single very juicy volume.A now legal and long-term resident of her beloved UK, the author shares her first-floor flat with two and a half stuffed cats, an overflowing wash basket and an empty fridge and is still somehow somewhat under thirty.

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Only who is left

Book I of the Inversion Chronicles

Alexandra Amalova

Text copyright © Alexandra Amalova 2016

All rights reserved

Also by Alexandra Amalova

Short story collections

Sensual Ghosts

Coffee with Cock

A lifetime in thirty minutes

Of angels, mice and men

Whatever happened to my teacher?

The big bag of sexy allsorts

Measuring up

Novella

Literal fantasies

Poetry

Once concealed: now revealed

Acknowledgements

To R, E, and W

Though I was on my own, you were always with me.

Table of Contents

I: Alex5

II: The captain and Diana

It was now or never. The Earth was dead. War had decimated her then had tortured, raped and burnt her. Nothing grew. Nothing flew, swam, walked or crawled. Seas were poisoned. The land was charred. The air was acrid. This journey was humanity's final, most desperate act. It was our last chance. We had but one ship, and I, Alex5, was its captain.

I: Alex5

War does not determine who is right - only who is left

Bertrand Russell

Daylight filtered through my eyelids. A cool pillow hugged my head and hair tickled my nose. Despite the familiar elements, I found myself confused, disorientated. Deep breaths calmed me and sweet perfume offered me perfect coordinates. I reached out, circled Emma's slender waist and pressed myself into her naked body. She yawned. A stretch momentarily tore her from me then she relaxed and snuggled her buttocks back into my groin. I kissed her neck, cupped a pert breast and gently rolled the nipple between my finger and thumb. It grew and hardened. She moaned, slowly rolled over and sleepily kissed my lips. Her left hand reached for my genitals, surrounded the loose flesh of my scrotum and squeezed. Surprise prised opened my eyes. She was grinning; her green eyes were flashing. Slender fingers spidered up my swelling shaft and stroked me into hardness.

'Good morning, Alex.' Her voice was a throaty whisper. 'Fuck me again, Sweetheart.'

'You have a filthy mouth, Emma9.'

'It's 'cos of where you make me put it.'

I grabbed her long blonde hair and forced her head beneath the covers.

Afterwards, we showered together. She dried me and helped me dress, kissing my lips between each deftly fastened button. Lust filled me again as I gazed down at her nakedness. She was beautifully proportioned, simultaneously shapely and petite. A smug smile lit her lovely face as my arousal prodded her belly.

'It pleases me how easily I can turn you on. Now, what am I going to do with this beauty?'

As she spoke, her index finger circled my cock's swollen tip. Pleasure took my breath, but duty quickly reclaimed it.

'I have to go, Baby...'

An index finger pressed to my lips.

'I know.'

She closed her eyes and turned her face away. I knew she was trying not to cry. Words I'd promised never to repeat spilled past her pressing finger.

'I wish... wish you were coming with me.'

Wet hair silently swept her shoulders as she raised and turned her head. Our eyes locked together. She whispered.

'So do I.'

'Emma?'

Astonished by her change of heart, I pulled her to me and squeezed her hard enough to break her. She freed herself from my grasp. I watched her thoughts solidify. The resultant jagged syllables cut me to shreds.

'I've had a long time to think about it. Too fucking long. I've made some terrible decisions in my life, but this is by far the worst. There's... there's so much I regret... so much I need to tell you. Too late now, I know.' She snorted a bitter laugh then whispered again. 'I'm so sorry, Baby.'

'Oh, God, Emma. Three years hasn't been enough - I want to spend the rest of my life with you.'

There were tears in my eyes. Her stilted words escaped between sudden sobs.

'I did… what I thought … was right, Alex… Always...'

'I know. I know...'

'There's so much I can do here, for the sick, the old, the ones who are left behind. I owe it to them. I have to go home.'

She had never spoken of her home life, her family, and I had imagined it was simply too painful. My words were trite, redundant, of another time.

'Your home is with me now.'

Another sob shook her stunning body.

'I couldn't abandon them. Couldn't just leave them to their fate.' Anger suddenly surfaced. 'But I wish I had the guts... wish I'd had the strength...' She held my face in her trembling hands, her wide, red-rimmed eyes pleading, 'Please stay with me.'

I dared not even give it thought. My voice was tiny.

'I am their captain, their leader. They depend on me. To back out now would be unthinkable, would leave their lives in limbo.'

That was that. They were my final words on it. But I was torn. Unbearably torn.

We sat on the bed holding hands in silence. The clock ticked. Bags were packed. My shuttle was ready. I stood. Emma fell to her knees and hugged my thighs.

'Alex...'

'Em...'

She cried silently. Need poured from her eyes and mouth.

'I love you.'

*

The massive ship gleamed in the ochre glow of the morning sun. She'd been christened Max Thrust II, in memory of the first near-light-speed vessel that had tragically disintegrated during testing. The Naming Committee was somehow unaware of the notoriously dim-but-potent porn star who also bore that moniker. The joke wasn't lost on the crew:

Let's hope the ship has the speed of the original vessel and the staying power of the actor - and not the other way around.

On board, there was frenzied activity as Maintenance made their final checks. Most of the crew were already sedated and slept soundly in their pods. Once in orbit, the pods would be sealed and stasis generators would be activated. For each blissfully unaware occupant, time would literally stand still.

Security cleared the ship and we were soon underway. Within hours, we passed through Jupiter's orbit. The massive planet's swirling spot stared benignly through us as we swept by. Steven13, my first officer, saluted and several others spontaneously followed suit. Silence fell. Solemnity descended. We would never see Jupiter again. His looming presence seemed to impact on everyone on the bridge and brought home the finality of our mission. The shame of what we'd done to Earth made me hang my head. I imbued the silent giant with a voice; if he could speak, it was surely the least of what he'd say.

'You had the most beautiful planet in all of creation and you fucked it. Where are you going now? Off to fuck up some other paradise?'

Picking up speed, we left our solar system behind. Sol became a distant dot, mere punctuation amongst the constellations.

One by one, the crew had retired to Stasis Deck and now it was my turn. My pod was in Hold 18 of twenty. Each hold contained two hundred stasis pods. They were upright, suspended between floor and ceiling, and arranged somewhat like centurions, in two opposing legions of ten rows of ten. My pod was on the front row of my legion. Hold 18's other hundred pods faced me across a wide walkway.

I clambered inside, closed the transparent door and glanced around. Blinking LED's lit both familiar and unfamiliar faces, their eyelids inert in dreamless sleep. Regulation grey stasis suits, each with the occupant's name embroidered on the breast, hugged every contour of their bodies. So far, everything had gone similarly smoothly. Relief mingled with immense pride and conspired to raise the corners of my mouth into a satisfied smile. Though I knew no one could hear me, I felt obliged to say a few words.

'Good luck, everyone. Sleep tight. See you in the morning.'

In the background, the ship hummed her monotone approval. Where would she take us? What wonders would we see? And how many years away was morning? I swallowed the sedative.

'Close clamps.' My arms, legs, head and torso were held in place. 'Secure pod. Computer?'

'Yes, Captain?'

'Begin stasis checks and engage when ready.'

'Yes, Captain.'

The drugs began to take effect.

'Computer?'

'Yes, Captain.'

'Don't forget to... wake... me...'

'Captain?'

'What is it now?'

'You have a visitor.'

'A visitor?'

My pod hissed open. Clamps released. Gentle footfalls approached from my left. Incredibly, Emma appeared before me, a wide grin on her lovely face. She was beautifully, breathtakingly naked. Slowly sinking to her knees, she unzipped me, freed my tool and took its soft coil onto her pink tongue. My heart pumped and filled her with my love.

She tugged my pants to my knees. A can of spray foam rested in her right hand; a cutthroat razor glinted in her left. The cold cream took my breath as she smeared it around my genitals. After licking my hard tip once more she raised my shaft to vertical and began to scrape the shining steel across my dangling scrotum. Each pass was blissful. The deadly blade glinting at my groin aroused me intensely. I thought back to the first time she'd shaved me, when - without warning - I'd ejaculated into her face. Her right eye had still been red the next day. We often laughed about it.

A white towel cleaned the surgical steel. The same soft towel wiped me clean. Her tongue and lips titillated the smooth skin, while her foamy finger slid into my arse. Eyes scanned my face for guidance, though she didn't need any - she always knew what I wanted long before I did. God, I loved her.

Her blonde hair spilled through my fingers as I fucked her heavenly mouth. Though rapt with ecstasy, tears streamed from my eyes. I climaxed while gazing into her beatific face. Cum overflowed. It oozed through her red lips, dribbled down her chin, and dripped onto her tits. Emma massaged the milky goo into her stiff nipples then leaned back onto her heels. Cool air washed over me as I left the slippery heat of her mouth. She swallowed then lapped again at the rod of hard flesh. A last spurt spattered her lips and she captured it with a sweep of her tongue. She kissed my belly till I shrank into flaccidity then eased my cock back into my pants and zipped me up.

In a state of bewilderment, I picked up my bags and left her, gently closing the door behind me. I walked, but knew not where. The corridor's thick carpeting muffled my footsteps; the hard white walls reflected my heavy breaths. A sudden shout halted me. I waited. Listened. Tiptoed back. Strained my ears. Silence.

'Alex!'

A gunshot hammered my eardrums. I snatched open the door. Emma was still on her knees,