by Randi Darren
Decima let out a slow breath and finally completely relaxed under Sam’s hands.
“May we consummate our marriage, Husband?” Decima murmured. “I’ve been a poor wife to you and you’ve been very patient with me. Despite our contract. Despite me being a debtor and always asking for more time.
“I had considered doing it out of obligation, but now I think I’d like to experience love-making as it should be. Between a husband and wife.”
“But of course,” Sam said, instantly elated at the idea of having a virginity that lasted to death, the afterlife, and then beyond.
Then he had a second thought about that.
His mind came to a screeching halt as he considered if that would be best for Decima.
Even as he contemplated what to do, Decima had already stood up, taken him by the hand, and was leading him out of the room.
Pausing only to shut the bedroom door and lock it, she started moving again.
I’m not sure feeding from Decima as I take her virginity is ideal. It was fine for the Judge because that’s what was bartered.
This is… this is different. Isn’t it?
It is.
It is different.
I care about Decima, even if she’s a golem I made.
“Can I keep my clothes on?” Decima asked pulling Sam farther into what was technically their shared bedroom. They did have to keep up appearances just in case someone dropped by to visit or came over.
Like Mitch.
“Just my dress that is,” Decima said, releasing Sam’s hand and closing the bedroom door. “I… I’m not really comfortable being na—actually. Never mind.
“I should be comfortable being naked around my Husband.”
“If being comfor—”
“I will disrobe,” Decima said, cutting Sam off. “You’re my husband. I wear your ring. I have my paperwork. I will receive you as a wife should. Tho-though I think we should skip child-bearing for the time being.
“Perhaps at a later time. After we’ve eliminated Jenaphila. Then we can approach the idea of starting a family. She truly must be eliminated first.”
A… what now?
That’s not part of the—
Decima grabbed her dress and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Ditching her jacket in the same motion.
Standing there in a bra and panties, she was a beautiful woman indeed.
One he hadn’t seen undressed since he’d personally put her together. He’d built her from what he could see of her, but there was the distinct possibility he might have given her a bit more, and a bit less, in some crucial areas.
Reaching behind herself Decima unclipped her bra and then stepped out of her panties.
“I’m… entirely unsure of how I will do, Husband,” Decima murmured, holding her hands up. “I know the basics and what’s expected. Aster… Aster has been very kind with information and knowledge. You’ll need to be slow with me regardless of that.”
“Ah, that’s fair,” Sam said. Moving a hand across himself he simply removed his clothes with some Essence and set it all to the side. “How about you lay down in the bed and I’ll use my mouth first to please you.”
“No,” Decima said with a small chop of her hand. “I will please you with my mouth. I’ve r-received instruction from Jes and Aster both. I can do an adequate job and please you. Then you will mount me and we w-will enjoy one another.”
In that moment, Sam determined he wouldn’t be Essence spiking Decima. Nor would he alter her sensitivity upward unless she needed him to.
Any feeding he did from her would be entirely built from what she generated on her own. He wouldn’t be seeking to maximize her.
“Please, lay in our marital bed,” Decima said gesturing toward it.
And that settles that.
I’m never going to have sex with anyone but Decima in that bed. That’d… be a bad idea.
I’ll need to make sure I take it with me when we leave here.
Doing as he was told, Sam got up on the bed and laid down.
Decima was there in an instant.
Bending her head down over his hips, she took up his manhood in one hand and then took the tip between her lips.
In one smooth go, she swallowed him down to the hilt, her lips pressed up against it. His tip was wedged deep in her throat.
Taking in a slow breath, Sam forced himself to not touch. There were some women in his harem who wanted to be absolutely dominated, to have their head forced down till they gagged.
Others wanted him to hold their hair.
A few didn’t want him to touch at all.
He figured Decima was the latter of those.
Grunting, or what Sam guessed was a gag, Decima let him slide back out of her mouth.
Then she began to methodically, steadily, pump her head back and forth. Moving from the very tip to the hilt every single time. Her throat squeezing down on him as she did so.
Holy fuck.
Decima quickly found a rather quick and deep pace that worked for her. Her chin pressing to his balls with each downward stroke as her lips strained around him, pressing down tight against him.
Her tongue rolled and pushed at the underside of him only to circle the tip when she pulled back.
Inexperienced, sure, but she gives head like a pro. She’s right up there with Jes.
She must have really taken those lessons to heart and listened.
Sam’s thoughts quickly cut off as Decima’s eyes flicked up toward him.
She watched him even as she moved her head down, his length vanishing into her mouth.
Pausing there, with his manhood locked between her lips and throat, Decima turned her head slightly to one side.
Her right hand came up and cupped his jewels and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Unable to help himself, Sam found his hands resting gently atop Decima’s head and shoulder.
Decima’s eyes crinkled and he got the impression she was grinning around his girth. She didn’t fight his hands away, but instead moved her head back and resumed deep throating him.
Curling his fingers into her hair, Sam felt like he wanted to just let go and orgasm right now.
But he couldn’t. He needed to make sure Decima was pleased in return.
“Decima,” Sam said in a breathy void. “My wife, you need to stop or I won’t be able to help you finish later. You’re doing too well.”
“Mmm?” Decima asked around him, then pulled away, his length falling free of her mouth. “Truly? How wonderful. I’m glad to hear it.”
Coughing once, Decima wiped her hand across her lips and then moved to lay down next to him.
“That wasn’t half as difficult as Aster made it sound,” Decima murmured. “Ignoring my gag reflex was rather easy.”
Only because of your mental fortitude Decima, my dear.
Getting up, Sam moved over atop Decima.
Smiling nervously up at him, Decima took hold of her knees and then spread her legs wide apart.
It’d make it a lot easier for Sam to get off naturally like that.
Jes teach you that?
She’s the only one I told.
Settling himself down, he put his knees to the sides of Decima’s waist.
Reaching down with his left hand, he took his very saliva-covered self and fit the tip up against Decima’s lips.
She was incredibly wet down there. Which was rather surprising to say the least. Sam half expected her to be somewhat dry given her personality.
Decima was watching him, her eyes wide, her features clearly a mixture of nerves and excitement.
“I’m ready to begin my wifely duties,” Decima whispered. “Care for me well, Husband.”
Sam wasn’t about to correct her that such thinking went out of style quite a while ago. Women were allowed to enjoy sex and say no just as easily as they could an offer of sweets.
She was having a hard enough time with her mentality right now and didn’t need him proddi
ng her further.
Pushing his hips forward, Sam sunk his shaft into Decima.
When he’d fashioned her, he’d made sure to pay attention to her sexuality however. She had no maidenhead to lose. He’d also made sure she was built to take him easily.
And with six or seven times the nerve endings a normal woman would have inside her channel.
Groaning, Decima’s eyes slowly closed. Her chest arched forward and her shoulders back.
“Oh, heavens,” said Decima with a moan. Her face immediately flushed a dark red and he could feel her silken walls tighten up on him. To the point that he had to wonder if she might hurt herself when he remembered he’d made her muscles, all of her muscles, incredibly strong.
“What have I been missing this whole time,” whimpered Decima. Her hands let go of her own legs and then clapped to the sides of Sam’s shoulders. Her fingers dug into him even as she kept her knees up.
Grinning, Sam reached the bottom of her and then pulled back. In seconds, he built up a smooth and deep rhythm.
Opening her bright green eyes, Decima stared up at him. Her pupils were actually dilated.
“Everything’s so foggy,” Decima said between soft moans as Sam thrust in and out of her.
Even before she said something, though, Sam knew she was getting nearer to her first orgasm despite it only being a minute since he started.
He could taste it.
She was absolutely delicious. It wasn’t just the flavor of her very first sexual orgasm, it was the purity of it. That it was one based out of a desire for love and understanding.
Decima, Lady Decimation, was in love with him.
“It’s okay,” Sam whispered in her ear. “You’re just going to hit your climax. Roll into it. Enjoy it.”
Pushing down on her hips, Sam continued to work himself into her. He wasn’t plowing her down into the bed or pounding at her, he was genuinely loving her.
“Ahh. I can’t…I’m…I…” Decima’s voice trailed off in a deep moan and then went absolutely quiet. She was holding her breath as she climaxed, her body shuddering and shivering beneath him.
Pure Essence flooded into Sam.
Where the Judge had been rather tasty with a lot of Essence to spare, Decima was the single most delicious meal he’d ever enjoyed despite the quantity not being equal to Eugenia or Aster.
Even beyond love-making with Irma and Abigail the purity was intense.
Unexpectedly, Sam suddenly orgasmed as well.
Sliding deep into Decima, Sam began filling her womb up. Not understanding what was going on, Sam pressed his mouth to Decima’s and kissed her.
Deeply, hungrily, and with need.
Squeaking, Decima opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his mouth. Her hands pulled at him as he pumped seed into her.
Curling up around her, Sam pulled at her as well, trying to embed himself as deeply as he could be.
Slowly, they came down together, clutching at one another.
All the while, Decima made small chittering sounds that almost reminded him of a squirrel.
Finally, empty and feeling the post-release truth of the world settle on him, Sam dropped down to Decima’s side.
He’d fed passively on her orgasm.
Making the whole thing become a lot more like a go with Irma.
Rolling over atop him, Decima put her hands to his shoulders and stared down at him.
“That was amazing. We’re going to consummate our marriage again,” she said with absolute steel in her voice. “Right now. And maybe again after that.”
Then she started to slide down his legs and then leaned her head down toward his slightly flaccid member.
Oh my twisting nethers, I was right.
She’s a sex demon now that she’s cut loose.
Decima took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping up around him as her tongue began to swirl around the tip. Moving her head down, she started to suck on him again.
Having not fed on her directly, Sam was feeling extremely sensitive right now and it was like electricity shooting down his legs.
Decima looked up to him then, her mouth tightening up around him as she slid him right down her throat. As if it were the easiest thing in the world for her.
Sex monster like Jes!
Seventeen - Mixed-Up -
Pulling down on Hillary’s shoulder with his left hand and her hip with his right, Sam tried to bury himself as deep as possible inside her.
Other than Jes, Hillary was the only woman he could let loose on.
“Oh fuck,” Hillary groaned, her head dipping down toward Sam’s desk that she was bent over.
Letting out a slow breath, Sam pushed once more up into Hillary as his climax slipped away. At the same time, he continued to pack her full of all the Essence he could from what he generated with her.
Panting, Hillary kept herself upright by her forearms and elbows on his desk.
Standing there in his office at school, hilt deep in the Doppel, Sam leaned his head back and simply enjoyed the feeling of her.
Sex had become something different for him as of late.
The vast majority of his encounters with the women in his harem were almost always done without feeding on them anymore.
He typically just fed on his feed Harem and Eugenia anymore.
“Geeze, Sammy,” Hillary said in a breath voice. She didn’t try to move away from him and actually ground her rear end into his lap. “You really tried to spear me today.”
“Yeah, because you can take it,” Sam said with a soft sigh. Then he pulled back and out of Hillary and sat down in his office chair.
Laughing, Hillary stood up straight and shuffled off to one side.
“Oh? That it?” Hillary asked. Bending down she grabbed her panties that were around her ankles and shimmied them up and into place again.
“That and you’re amazing at sex,” Sam admitted.
I should have gotten a Doppelganger a long time ago.
“Hah. Really? Considering I know who you’re banging, that’s a nice compliment,” Hillary crowed. Reaching up to her waist, she pulled her skirt back down into place and smoothed it out till it reached her knees again. “Man, I hate shifting my age up. I don’t fit right.”
Reaching up she adjusted her bra and blouse. At the exact same time her body shifted and morphed. Her bust decreased, her hips narrowed slightly, and her rear end shrunk.
“There, sixteen again,” Hillary said and sighed as she looked at herself in a nearby mirror. “Man, I really was a late bloomer. I look so much better older.”
Sam couldn’t disagree with that sentiment.
I wonder if Doppels even truly age. At ninety, could she look twenty?
Actually, that’s a frightening question. How old can they get? Do they technically ever age?
“Oh shit, I have to get going. I have PE coming up and I actually like Miss Lee,” Hillary said fixing her hair in the mirror. “I’ll get back to the janitor thing after that. And before you ask, no, nothing new.”
In the four weeks they’d been here so far, there really hadn’t been much happening.
“Okay, I’m off,” Hillary said turning toward him. Moving over quickly she gave him a quick kiss and then made for the door.
Using Essence, Sam redressed himself and didn’t bother to get up.
He was feeling quite heavy and sedated at the moment.
“Oh! Principal Barker!” Hillary said with some surprise.
Standing on the other side of the doorway was Sam’s boss while he played this role. A man in his middle years who looked overworked and far too worn to be dealing with high school kids.
“Miss Hallsy, shouldn’t you be in class?” asked the principal.
Tired blue eyes watched Hillary as he waited for a response, his glasses making his eyes look watery.
“I… I had to report to the vice-principal. I got another detention for skipping,” Hillary mumbled, looking down to the ground as she slipped right into
her persona.
“I see,” murmured the principal. Reaching up he ran his hand through his balding blonde hair and then sighed. “Run along then. Back to class.”
Hillary scurried past the man and vanished out of sight around the corner.
David Barker walked into Sam’s office and sighed.
“You know, if my own kids hadn’t tried the same thing, I’d likely be tempted to lecture you,” said the man.
Sam wasn’t really listening as attentively as he should have, though.
In fact, he wasn’t paying much attention at all. He was staring at the principal right now wondering at the change he saw.
The man who had been David Barker wasn’t standing in front of him right now.
This was a Doppelganger, just like Hillary, who’d taken the form and shape of David.
He’d been gone for a while before this.
Working to help another school, supposedly.
I wonder if that was just them breaking him down to get everything out of him for the Doppel to take his place.
“Yeah,” Sam said, nodding his head. “What can I do for ya, David?”
“Wanted to talk to you a bit about all this paperwork you’ve been doing,” David said, closing the door behind himself.
“Yeah? What about it?” Sam asked.
Since the minute he’d gotten his hands on the student files, he’d been doing nothing but messing everything up.
Addresses, history, grades, everything was an absolute and right terror right now. To the point that no one would be able to figure out what went where except for Sam.
“When do you think you’ll be done?” David asked, sticking his hands in his pockets and giving Sam an odd smile.
“Oh, not too much longer. Everything is starting to come together already,” said Sam.
Which was absolutely true.
Everything really was coming back together right now.
But anyone looking for Mitch wouldn’t find much on the kid.
Sam had thoroughly screwed up, scrubbed, and cleaned up everything on him. From his grades, to his address, to even his contact information. Everything was wrong.
