All's well that ends well ...

This story takes place in the Angel Falls setting And takes place after the conclusion of "Red Star Rising" [link] but before the events of "Hard Target" [link] . This is also where Walkiria demonstrates her amazing power of prognostication to everyone.

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This story contains sexual content. If this offends you, read no further, you have been warned.


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The champagne bubbled in the glass as Soviet Superwoman refilled her glass. Holding it in one hand, she climbed back down into the hot tub to join Walkiria in the bubbling water. “I love your apartment, Maia. But how can you afford this place?” she asked as she sidled up against Walkiria’s naked body.

Walkiria reached up, her arms encircling Olga’s waist as she pulled her lover closer. Lover. The word still felt strange to her mind when Maia applied it to another woman. But Olga’s body felt so right as it pressed against hers. Olga’s lips tasted so right as they met hers, their tongues dancing with each other’s as the kiss continued. Walkiria finally broke the kiss as she stroked Olga’s back lovingly. “It isn’t mine, actually. I am just staying here. This is a corporate owned penthouse, I am just a guest. But it is a nice place to stay, isn’t it?”

Olga looked around the opulent penthouse suite and nodded. “Da, but anyplace with you is fine with me. I am just glad it is not in some Russian gulag in Siberia. I was certain that I would be arrested for my actions in Russia. I don’t understand why they let me go so easily. What if they learn the truth? What if..”

“Shhhh Olga, relax. I told you. They were all too eager to accept what I told them. It let’s them save face. This way they get to keep you as a symbol for Russia.”

“Yes but, the way you made it sound, it is as if Ultraviolet was..” Olga tried to argue.

“What, that they took my report to mean you were under Ultraviolet’s mental control? What’s wrong with that? This way, instead of them vilifying for you attacking their navy and air force, they can hail you for resisting the mental control via your heroic efforts. It lets everyone save face.” Walkiria smiled, happy that things had not turned out worse for Olga.

“But Maia, that isn’t what happened. Ultraviolet didn’t use her powers like that, if she even can use them like that. What if she denies your story? The Russian government will not like being lied to. It was too easy to leave there as it was. My people do not let something like this go unanswered. Even on world, Russians are still Russians!”

Walkiria ran her hands down the Soviet Superwoman’s back to grab and massage her buttocks. “We raised their ship and put it in dry dock for them. I bet they are eager to put the whole incident behind them. Why else would they have let us go so easily?”

Olga frowned, still unconvinced by Maia’s logic. “I do not know. Something feels wrong. And I still think Ultraviolet could make much trouble for me.”

“That purple-haired diplomat? She is the least of our worries, believe me,” scoffed Walkiria. “She will never dispute what the Russians think. Think about it. She hides behind her diplomatic immunity; letting her pair of flying monkeys Tweedle-skank and Tweedle-slut do all her fighting for her. If my report makes it sound like she is a bigger threat, believe me; that egomaniac will love it. She may try to use others because she is too scared to come out and fight, but she will take credit for it faster than Ultrawoman flies to the free clinic when they are handing out free pubic lice shampoo. Now I thought we were going to celebrate, or have I learned all you have to teach me, любовник?” Walkiria asked as she pushed her breasts against Olga’s equally impressive bosom.

Olga moaned softly as she felt her nipples rub against Walkiria’s erect nubs. Reaching under the bubbling water, her hand travelled up to the junction of Walkiria’s thighs. Now it was Maia’s turn to moan with pleasure as Olga’s experienced finger began another lesson. “No, my eager студент, there is so very much more I have to teach you,” she said huskily as she pressed her lips against Walkiria’s.