Immortal Death (Kieran Grey Psionic Hunter Book 3)

by Fivecoat, R. B.

  Not knowing what else to do I downed the rest of the smoothie. Without a word he stood up and fetched the pitcher from the kitchen. I never took my eyes away from his shirttail as he walked back and refilled my glass. Only once did the shirt pull tight, proving that he was still as ready as ever. He sat back down with both hands under the table. His hands slid over my thighs and lap in lazy caresses.

  “Vixen would come home in the middle of the night. Quietly she would remove all her clothes and sneak into bed. Light kisses gently waking me. Or sometimes she would be aggressive, I would wake up already in her mouth then. She loved to taste me. To have me in her mouth. She would work me to the point of release then stop. Teasing was her best quality.

  “Sometimes she would want me to pleasure her with my mouth. Other times she just wanted a good hard fuck. Her favorite position was on her knees doggy style. She would always have more than one orgasm that way. Since I can stay ready as long as needed, we would literally spend hours at it. Sometimes slow, sometimes hard until she began to get sore. Then I would finally get my release. It was always sweet torture.”

  He never asked, instead he just worked his hands up under my skirt and pulled off the Velcro holding the thigh sheath in place. The sound of the Velcro ripping open sent waves of pleasure up and down my body. I was drunk and horny. I needed a release of my own really bad. He pulled the sheath off and laid it on top of the table. His hands dropped back to my lap again and slid up to my waist. With a quick flip my belt was loose. I knew I should stop him. But I wasn’t sure I wanted him to stop. Suddenly my belt was gone, and he pulled my sword rig and guns from behind me, placing them on the table next to the knives.

  I took another swig of smoothie. I was drunk enough I shouldn’t have had anymore, but I had nothing else to do. His hands slid down each calf and pulled off my heels. I should have worn hose, I hated the way it felt, but it would have kept him from touching my bare legs. With my feet bare, his hands slid up to my knees then to the chair beneath me. I yelped when he picked up the chair. He was sitting down, at a bad angle, and he managed to pick me up chair and all. He held me in the air a second, and then twisted the chair to face him before putting me down again and scooting me closer to him. The table leg was now between my legs. His hands moved back to my knees. Again he was gentle yet forceful as he opened my legs as far as the skirt would allow.

  “I don’t have other clothes with me. Don’t mess them up. What else did Vixen do?”

  “Don’t move,” he softly ordered then bolted to the bedroom.

  I heard him digging in the closet a minute. My legs closed as I leaned forward to grab the rest of my drink. He emerged with a homemade DVD in his hand. After putting it in the player, he grabbed the remote. The TV flickered to life as he pressed the button. He moved his chair to the side a little so I had a clear view of the TV before he sat down again. The shirttail rode up just enough to see that his pants were still undone.

  “I thought I said not to move,” he said with a disappointed look on his face.

  “Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked as I slowly spread my knees apart against my better judgment.

  “Do you feel seduced?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is it working?”

  “Maybe,” I lied.

  “Vixen was an exhibitionist and a voyeur. Here, take a look.”

  He handed me the remote. It took a second to figure out how to use it. I chugged the last of my drink and pressed play. The TV screen was filled with an image of a woman stripping. It took a second to realize that it was ME!

  “Home movies?”

  “Like I said, exhibitionist and voyeur. She loved to show off, and also to watch herself getting off.”

  “You get off watching me-uh her?” That thought was somewhat disturbing in some weird way. Almost to the point of feeling violated. Knowing someone was getting pleasure from watching my body without my knowing of it, even if it wasn’t really my body he was watching.

  “From time to time,” he admitted with a shrug. “Fast forward and watch what you want.”

  I pressed the button and watched the images speed by. Vixen was now on the couch exploring her own body. I pressed play and watched her pleasure herself. Tanaka’s hands were on my knees again. Sliding up and down the outsides of my thighs. Every fourth pass he inched my skirt up a little more. Vixen broke out screaming in release on screen. I pressed the button and sped up to the next scene. I pressed play again when another person entered the scene. A cute little brunet that looked like she was only sixteen sat down on the couch next to Vixen.

  “Was she even legal?”

  Tanaka’s hands stopped as he focused on the TV a second.

  “Yeah. That’s Hill. She was nineteen at the time. Looks like she isn’t even old enough to drive yet, doesn’t she? I even had to ask for her I.D. before I filmed her, just to be sure. Didn’t want to end up in jail because of a minor.”

  I sped up the tape again until they were in each other’s arms. Watching the two of them together was turning me on even more. I hadn’t even realized that Tanaka suddenly had my skirt up around my waist. His hands slid all up and down my lower body, but never touching me directly between the legs. The attention, or lack thereof, was driving me crazy. The two girls on the screen were screaming together in pleasure. Tanaka let his hands rest just above my panties while he watched the screen for a bit. When they moved again, I half expected him to take my panties off. Instead he let one thumb slide down the very center of me. I cried out and writhed under his touch.

  “You’ve soaked through,” he announced as he slid his thumb around my intimates.

  All I could do was moan in reply. I couldn’t breathe right as the pleasure built. Just before I reached my release he stopped and slid his hands to my waist. I glanced at the screen. Tanaka was now in the middle of the two girls.

  “Three-way?”

  He glanced at the screen. “Yea, sometimes she shared.”

  His hands began to work on my blouse opening one button at a time up from the waist. When he reached the top his hands slid underneath to cup my breasts through my bra. He pulled me towards him. His hands wrapped around me to remove my blouse and bra. With my bra out of the way, he leaned down and began to kiss my nipples. I was pulled forward, still watching the screen over his shoulder.

  On the TV, Vixen was using her mouth on him now. Until then I had never wondered what it would be like to take a guy in my mouth. Not even back when I watched Sorrow do just that, with my face only inches away, while I laid underneath her as she serviced Derrick. It was a feeding emergency for the succubus. With Yuric’s help through his voice powers, we all were able to ignore that little embarrassing episode. It was almost like it never happened.

  Tanaka kept his attention on my breasts, but let a hand fall back to my crotch. The wet fabric made light little squishy noises as he rubbed it around. Slowly I reached out and lifted the shirttail up exposing him. He was still hard, pressed against his stomach. Mustering all the courage I had I let my fingers brush against him.

  He let out a gasp of breath against my breast as I traced the length of him. Before I could have a second thought about it, I wrapped my hand around him. The mixture of hard and soft was more defined then I had ever known with my old body. Slowly I stroked him. He responded by grabbing my hips and lifting me off the chair sliding my panties down and off around the table leg. His hand went right back to cup me. The electric feeling was amplified now that the thin fabric was out of the way.

  Moans brought my attention back to the screen. Tanaka had entered Vixen roughly from behind. Watching them rock back and forth each time he slammed into her on the screen got me to start mimicking them by rocking on his hand. Suddenly he pressed a finger inside me. I cried out as the release hit me, my orgasm causing my hand to spasm around him. He started to press into me harder, and I was going again. When I stopped shaking I found myself looking into Tanaka’s eyes.

  “Do you want more?”r />
  “Yes,” I said drunkenly.

  He scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom.

  Chapter 4

  I woke to find myself still on top of Tanaka’s bed, which was in a chaotic state of disarray after our acrobatics. My back was covered in drying sticky fluids, with more leaking from between my legs. It took a second to notice the sound of the shower running. I was sore and stiff, but in a strangely satisfying way. It was hard to move. It took me a few minutes just to sit up.

  I looked around while I gave my body a chance to rest. Tanaka’s closet was open a little. On the floor I could see a neon green bra. Mine had been black. Either it was a girlfriend’s, or Tanaka had some interesting hobbies he never mentioned. I stretched off the bed and pulled on the strap of the bra. It got caught on the door pulling it open further. I looked up . . . and SHRIEKED.

  Tanaka came crashing into the bedroom, naked and dripping wet. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he demanded, brushing the water off his face and out of his eyes.

  “Who in the FUCK is that!?!” I screamed pointing at the naked girl standing in the closet with her eyes closed.

  “Calm down. I can explain–”

  “You fucking damn well better! You–”

  “Just sit down and listen!” he interrupted with a painfully strong hand on my shoulder directing me back to the bed.

  I plopped down, crossing my legs, and folded my arms under my breasts.

  Why is that girl just standing there like that?! Bitch! How dare she spy on me having sex with a man the first time! I thought my first time was supposed to be something sacred and special, not an attraction at a peep show!

  “Doc gave me that a few months ago. He wanted me to help test the new prototype.”

  “Prototype what?”

  “Prototype love doll.”

  “What?!?!”

  “Love doll. Haven’t you noticed it isn’t moving, not even breathing. It’s a robot! An android created to be a perfect lover. Doc sent it to me to test it out, then he left before I could return it to him.”

  “You’re kidding right?” I asked him skeptically. I mean honestly, how many guys would admit to testing out prototype love dolls?

  “Look for yourself,” he said gesturing to the girl in the closet.

  I stood up defiantly and stormed over to it. Snapping my fingers in front of it trying to get a reaction. Not even an eye shifted under an eyelid. Finally I touched it.

  “Christ! She’s cold!”

  “I tried to tell you. It is an advanced prototype love doll, nothing more.”

  “She looks so real.”

  “Indeed IT does.”

  “What’s with the IT stuff?”

  “No matter how close they get, IT is still an IT. Not a person, not a human, not even a cyborg, but a thing. IT can only do what it was programed to do. Sure IT is fun from time to time. But I still prefer the real thing.”

  He stepped up behind me putting his hands on my shoulders. I started to complain, then I felt his hand slide down and cup me. He started rubbing me gently, sending waves of pleasure through my body again.

  “Not again. At least not yet.”

  “Are you jealous of it?” he asked kneeling down and kissing my thighs while he continued to rub me.

  I had to think about that. “Strangely, no.”

  “Would you like to see it work?” he asked as he slid a finger inside me.

  Gasping for air, I stood there holding on to the doll for balance as he pleasured me with his fingers and mouth. I was so far gone I was ready to agree to anything.

  “Sure.”

  “Aphrodite, awaken!” he commanded.

  The skin on the doll instantly grew warm under my touch. Then her eyes opened.

  “Yes Master? Ooh, you have company. Would you like me to service you both?” she asked in a high-pitched girly voice with a huge grin after suggestively licking her lips.

  “This is a robot?”

  “Yes. I am the Aphrodite Version Seven Pleasure Doll. I am here to serve your every desire.”

  She leaned in and kissed me. It felt too real. Warm and moist just like a normal person.

  “The most advanced cybernetics combined with an enhanced AI system. The most interactive sex toy in the world made to date. You like her?” Tanaka asked before continuing to lick me.

  “Yes.” I responded to his touch.

  I felt myself being lifted and carried to the bed.

  I only had sex for the first time with a guy less than an hour ago. Now I’m being carried off to my first three-way. What an interesting day.

  * * *

  After we finished having sex in the bedroom once more and again in the shower, Tanaka showed me how to open the access panels in his sex toy.

  “A real live independent robot. And, it happens to be a perfect replica of a woman too.” I gasped studying the circuitry. Seeing all the wires and robotics made the doll seem more like a thing than a person.

  “Yea, but the CPU’s are much better on the Secretary models. Besides, they are just as good in bed. Well, the deluxe models anyway. The largest difference between them and me is the fact I have my brain, and they are all just AI.”

  “There are other models?”

  “Yea. It was one of Doc’s pet projects. He was working under Ishikawa Industries to create a robot work force that could blend in with humans. You can tell it’s a robot by the jewel-looking data remote on the forehead. The remote is integrated into the eyes on cyborgs.”

  I lifted her bangs out of her face. Placed in her forehead was an inverted ruby triangle with etched symbols and rounded corners. It was imbedded into her skin. A realization hit me.

  It’s just like the one Julie has, but a different color. Is she a sex doll too? I thought she was just a computer-generated assistant?

  “Like the cyborgs, it has data-ports behind each ear to connect to a variety of computers. Also, all cyborgs have the same symbols as the data remote in a tattoo on the back of the neck, just below the hairline.”

  He turned his back to me. In the middle of all his different tattoos was the inverted triangle tattoo, just like the crystal on the robot.

  Neat, I guess.

  “We should be heading back soon. It’s already after five.”

  “Five! Christ, we’ve been here for six hours?” I asked as I hurriedly got dressed.

  So much for my short lunch.

  In less than five minutes we were out the door walking through the January snow to his car.

  “Damn it’s cold,” I complained teeth chattering.

  “Well it is January, there is snow on the ground, and you are dressed in a miniskirt with only a summer jacket. You can’t dress like that and expect to stay warm without your shields fully working yet.”

  “I know but this feels even colder than it should for some reason.”

  “Get in, I’ll crank up the heater for you,” he said holding the door open for me.

  He got in the other side and started up the old classic sports car. With a loud roar the engine flared to life. A second later we were back on the road. He reached over and flipped the heater on high. Then I felt the draft. I hadn’t even noticed it earlier. My hand flew up my skirt just to make sure.

  “Shit! My underwear! I forgot to put them back on when we were rushing to get dressed after . . . after. . . .”

  “Kieran? You alright? You look . . . green. Everything okay?”

  “W-w-we . . . we . . . we . . . you . . . I . . . we, WE HAD SEX?!?! Us, together, we had sex?! Together?! Us?! SEX?!” my voice cracked as I started freaking out.

  “Hold on, just calm down! Relax will ya?”

  “I-we-sex-us-we-you-sex–”

  “That’s it, I’m taking you home. You can pick up your car later. Hang on, I’ll have you to your place in a few minutes.”

  “–you-me-us-we-it-three-sex-us–” my rambling continued as he turned the car around.

  * * *

  I bailed ou
t of Tanaka’s car as soon as he pulled up in front of my building before he even came to a full stop. Leaving him there, I ran in a daze straight to the elevators holding the hem of my skirt down with my hand just to make sure I didn’t give any free shows. Charles summoned an elevator and lightly ushered me inside without a word. On the way up he finally asked.

  “Miss Grey, are you going to be alright? It looks almost like you’re in shock.”

  “We had sex,” I whispered to myself.

  “We did? Sorry I missed it.”

  I finally snapped back to reality. “Wait! No, I mean . . . not us, but me, and him, and her–it and. . . .”

  “Oh, I see now. Well, not really, but that’s okay. Not that it is any of my business, but if I were you, I would take a short dip in your hot tub then go to bed early. You might want to drink a good amount of water too, so you don’t end up with a hangover in the morning.”

  “How’d you know I’ve been drinking?”

  “I can smell the vodka on you. I thought you didn’t drink vodka anymore after that incident at New Years?” he asked in that fatherly tone that let me know he didn’t approve of my behavior.

  I blushed clear to my toes, “I don’t. I didn’t anyway. You can really smell it?”

  He winked as he tapped the side of his nose with an evil smirk on his face. “Cyborg, remember? Enhanced senses. No one else should really notice it, except maybe Miss Vicki since she’s a shifter, it is quite faint.”

  “This is all so embarrassing.”

  “At least you kept all your clothes on this time.”

  I blushed hard enough to feel my cheeks boiling, and slammed both my hands down tight against the sides of the short skirt to help make sure it was still in place.

  If he only knew.