Falynn’s throat had squeezed tight, and before she knew it, she’d been gently stroking her fingers through the sleeping child’s hair, a feeling of complete and utter contentment warming her heart—that mysterious organ she’d long thought lost to her. Yet in the space of a day, she’d found it. Birth, death, rebirth. She truly was Proserpina.
“I don’t want to fuck you, Falynn Mavek,” Corvan declared, his eyes seeming to glow as they held her gaze. “I want to make love to you.”
His calm statement sent a stabbing bolt of wet heat into Falynn’s very core. She sucked in a swift breath, a slight whimper escaping her lips. “I want you to make love to me, Corvan Jareth.”
The engorged cock jutting from between his thighs twitched at her response, its venous length and bulbous, distended head all but stealing her breath. A glistening bead of pre-cum leaked from the tiny slit in its tip, and she licked her lips, longing to taste the sweet saltiness of his desire.
Slowly climbing onto the bed, he balanced on his knees between her thighs, smoothing his hands up her legs until his fingertips brushed the swollen, throbbing lips of her pussy.
Lowering his head to her belly, he touched his tongue to her flushed skin, just above her navel. “You taste so good.” He investigated the shallow indent with his lips and tongue, the simple and yet so very erotic exploration making her pussy constrict. Fresh cream slicked her inner thighs, turning the air to a heady musk. The scent of her own pleasure and the feel of Corvan’s mouth on her skin were intoxicating and she closed her eyes, reveling in the assault on her senses. Kiirs, she never wanted this to end.
Drawing little circles around her navel with the tip of his tongue, Corvan slid his hands under her butt, lifting her hips off the bed slightly before moving his mouth from her belly to the smooth curve of her sex. He kissed her mons, flicked his tongue over her folds, lapped at the juices wetting the soft lips. She moaned, pressing her feet to the mattress, pushing her damp heat harder to his mouth.
His tongue dipped into her core, stabbing with rapid rolling strokes until a cry burst from her lips. She arched her back, squirming tension building deep in the pit of her belly and setting her on fire.
Fisting the sheet, she willed her orgasm to wait, but when Corvan took the tiny nub of her clit into his mouth and sucked, she couldn’t hold back. Liquid rapture surged through her. She bucked, her moans filling the room, her cunt gushing with fresh cream.
And still Corvan made love to her. He feasted on her pleasure, drank of it, his mouth exploring her sex with such masterful thoroughness she came again and again. When she feared she could take no more, that he’d drained her body of its very last climax, he lifted his head from between her thighs, rose up onto his knees and offered his thick, rigid shaft. “Taste me, Falynn.”
His low, husky command thrummed through her. Nipples pinching into tight tips of aching flesh, she moved, repositioning herself until her lips hovered over the blood-filled purple head of his cock. She cupped his swollen sac with one hand, supporting her weight with the other before slowly, slowly, she took his length into her mouth.
“Fri’ac, that feels so fucking good.” Corvan’s raw groan sent a ripple of delight up Falynn’s spine. She slid her lips farther down his cock, tonguing the round hardness of his balls as she massaged their weight with her fingers.
He groaned again, his hands knotting in her hair, holding her head still as, with one, two, three savage jerks of his hips, he erupted in her mouth.
“Fuck.” The word tore from his throat, low and hoarse with pleasure. The fingers in her hair curled tighter as the waves of his orgasm pulsed through him, small spasms claiming his cock with each one. He pumped into her mouth with slowly decreasing strokes, his seed filling her until, spent, he released his grip on her hair.
“Fri’ac, Falynn,” he murmured, breaths shallow. “You know I’m never going to let you go again, don’t you?”
She withdrew his cock from her mouth, pressing a soft kiss to its still-seeping tip before looking at him, letting her lips curl into a small smile. “You know if you tried, I would hunt you down and kill you, don’t you?”
He looked down at her, silver eyes twinkling with something she’d never before seen in their depths. Contentment. “I’m thirsty.” A grin played with his mouth. “Know anyone who can make an Itillian Slap?”
Epilogue
Doctor Jules Porziquia waved his hand over the locking sensor beside the sole entry into his personal lab, dancing the empty hypo-needle he’d retrieved from the animal-testing sector over the fingers of his right hand as he waited for the heavy door to open.
His latest subject was within the soundproof walls, bound naked to the center slab, probably sobbing silently as always. Why the little brat didn’t just suck it up and accept his fate, Porziquia didn’t know. Who knew the mind of a child, even one as special and unusual as A.R.O.n?
A hot thrill of excitement shot through him as he thought of the next stage in A.R.O.n’s testing. Extraction was always a noisy affair, especially when it required such a large needle. He chuckled. Truth be known, the size of the hypo was irrelevant at this early stage of the experiment. He just enjoyed seeing the abject terror in the subject’s face. So far, A.R.O.n was proving to be just as entertaining as M.E.Lii had been.
Another thrill rippled through him and he raised the empty syringe to eye level, smiling broadly as he studied its long needle. According to the director of Unit Zero, it wouldn’t be long before he had the female child back in his possession. He was impatient to resume testing on her. Three years had passed since she’d been in his lab. Her tears alone had offered months of data. Thankfully she hadn’t been killed, after all, when he’d recommended termination.
What would her juvenile DNA produce that her infant DNA hadn’t? Gods, what would combining her mutated genome with that of A.R.O.n present?
Porziquia licked his lips. He had wet dreams every night thinking about the possibilities that combination might create, and he hadn’t even begun to theorize what would happen when they both reached puberty. When their adolescent hormones raged out of control.
“One day at a time, Jules.” He smirked, watching the door finally slide open slowly. “That eventuality is too exciting to contemplate right now. Just wait until you have the girl back before you begin to extrapolate any hypotheses.”
Dancing the hypo-needle across the backs of his fingers again, he stepped into his dark lab. “Lights,” he said loudly, crossing to the center slab before the room illuminated, the usual anticipatory grin claiming his face. He liked to be standing beside A.R.O.n when the lights flickered on. He always got a kick out of the petrified expression on the boy’s—
Harsh white light flooded the room and Porziquia’s grin disappeared.”
The slab was empty.
“Missing something?”
A squeal burst from Porziquia’s throat at the sound of the deep male voice behind him. He dropped the needle, the glass syringe shattering at his feet as he spun about.
“Who are you?” he croaked, staring at the tall man with the cold silver eyes standing between him and the closed door. The tall man with the cold silver eyes and a big gun. A very big gun. His heartbeat tripled and his balls shriveled up closer to his groin. “How did you get in here?”
The man smiled, the slow expression not lessening the menace in his unwavering gaze. “You may call me Unit Zero Agent Thanatos. And I came in through the door.”
Porziquia’s mouth went dry. Unit Zero? Gods, no. “Wh-what do you want?” he stammered, shuffling backward until his butt smacked against the cold slab behind him. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I want you to know Emylie is happy. Truly happy.” The man’s silver eyes shimmered as he took a step forward. “And that I’m going to erase your vile existence from every temporal and dimensional plane in existence.”
His cold, frightening smile stretched wider. “Starting with this one.”
The End
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