Primeval

by Eden Redd

  “I…don’t know if I’m into…role play,” Will said as he felt a little odd saying it.

  Stella grinned as she scooted to the edge of the bed. “It’s easy. I can show you. Just step a little closer.”

  Will couldn’t deny her beauty as he stepped closer. She dripped sultry lust, her gaze drifting to him. Blood rushed and Will found it difficult to think as Stella reached up and touched his chest. Fingers glided down and lingering against toned muscles under his shirt.

  “I’m sooo scared. I thought my Lord Asher would never let me sleep in such a state. I had to come to you, but you weren’t here. I snuggled in your bed, waiting for you and here you are.”

  Will wanted to laugh, but Stella's words and heavenly body caused the logic parts of his brain to close down so they could conserve energy. He did nothing as Stella pulled at his shirt, lifting it up and touching his toned stomach.

  “I know I can’t keep any secrets from you, my strong lord.” Stella’s voice dripping with desire as she gently slid off the bed.

  Will moved to her whims, pulling off clothes with her. A shirt fell to the floor before the sound of a belt unbuckled. Stella looked to him with innocent eyes as she pushed him to the edge of the bed. Her strength knocked him to sit on the bed instantly. Hands curled around boots and pulled them off. Leather leggings were next, tossed to the stone floor.

  The witch stayed on her knees as she looked down at Will’s throbbing member, standing at attention. She bit her lip before looking up.

  “My lord, you seem to have a condition. It won’t do for our king to not be well. Let me suck out the poison.”

  Will stared with unblinking eyes as Stella wrapped her lips around his member and slowly dragged their sensual touch along the veiny shaft. Will’s eyes fluttered as pure bliss washed over him like a hot shower. Gaze snapping back to the witch, she moaned like she was feasting on pure ambrosia. Teeth grazed him and his cock pulsed against her gentle suckling. It caused her to give a muffled squeal in delight before falling back to moans.

  Head bobbing, Stella looked up, her own eyes rolling back into her head as she sucked. Will was stunned and so turned on that he wasn’t sure how long he would last.

  “Suck the poison out,” Will said without thinking, caught in the witch’s seductive kiss.

  Stella pulled away, a string of salvia connecting her bottom lip to his throbbing member.

  “It’s so hot in here,” the witch said with a dizzy edge as she reached behind and in one move, undid her top.

  The tiny bikini top fell away as her large breasts bounced to freedom. Stella and Will reached for her breasts, pink nipples glowing in the lantern light. Stella gave a wicked smile as Will touched them and she pushed her cleavage to his standing member. Cock engulfed in tender flesh, she moved her breasts up and down along the wet shaft. Tongue out, she licked at the head before giving quick, gentle suckles.

  “Lord Asher, my techniques don’t seem to be working,” Stella whined.

  Will again wanted to laugh, but the sensual heat the witch gave off overcame all logic, his inner beast wanting more. One of Stella’s hands reached down between her thick thighs and touched her covered sex, wetness blooming.

  “I seem to have wet myself,” Stella whispered before sucking on Will’s cock head.

  A horny rage bubbled under Will’s skin. “Come into bed. I think we can both help get the poison out.”

  Stella stood up, fingers still massaging herself as Will moved further into the bed. The witch followed, climbing in with an innocent, but lustful gaze.

  “Turn around and sit on my face,” Will instructed.

  “Ooooo, is this your technique?” Stella moaned.

  Will nodded as he settled down. The witch did as he said, turning around and backing her dripping slit to his face. The player took hold of her round ass, lowering her until his tongue snaked out into her pink folds. Stella let out a moan, not looking and eyes closing.

  “Oh…Lord Asher,” she moaned again before opening her eyes, his member below her.

  “I must help,” she whispered as she lowered her mouth, taking thick inches.

  In perfect sync, the two pleasured each other, tongues gliding and touching sensitive areas. Will licked at her budding nub while Stella pressed will’s cock to the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Muffled moans and grunts filled the bedchamber, lust spilling from mouths. The connection was thrilling as Will could feel himself getting closer. He concentrated on Stella’s clit and her hips bucked in approval.

  The witch deep throated Will, the head of his cock touching the back of her throat. She never gagged as she slowly moved against his steel hard member. Will savored her taste, drinking her in as his mouth and tongue massaged her. A quiver jolted her body, followed by another. A short moment later, wetness spilled and slurping sounds rose up.

  Stella pulled away, eyes rolling into her head. “Yes…my lord.”

  Taking his member into her mouth, she tasted pre-come and continued to hum and coax his seed to rise. When the tempo reached a fevered pitch, she pulled away. Turning around, Will looked to her as her slit and ass pulled away. The busty witch turned around and hovered on her knees over his hips. Taking hold of his cock, she pressed the tip to her dripping valley, sliding it around and covering it in sensual lust.

  “I have one last way to get the poison out,” Stella said with a sly sultry grin before she pushed his cock head to her valley and sunk down.

  Will took hold of her thin waist as she moaned, inches sliding in and inner walls parting.

  “You’re so big,” the witch moaned as pleasure lashed at her inner world.

  “So tight,” Will gritted his teeth as Stella's strength was not just in her arms and legs.

  When the witch reached the base, she threw her head back and bounced. Breasts bounced to caged movement as she moaned loudly. Her moans pushed the envelope and Will found it difficult to hold back. White touched the edges of his vision as Stella continued to ride him like a savage beast.

  “I can feel you…Slay my pussy with your poison!” Stella said with a sultry shout.

  Will let out a growl from the deepest parts of his soul. Cock thickening, heat and seed burst from his member, filling the thin space. Inner walls clamped on, not letting go as another thrust of lust spurted, followed by another. Stella’s eyes rolled into her head as inner explosions rippled along frayed nerves. The cacophony of bliss rolled on; the lovers caught in its gravity.

  Stella’s eyes rolled back into place and she looked down, Will grunting as he pushed the last of his seed into her waiting body. The player looked up, a small smile forming, enjoying the pleasure between them.

  “Will…” Stella’s voice echoed in his head.

  A weakness bled into his limbs as Will found it difficult to hold onto the witch. The love making was not that strenuous to make him feel this weak. Concern bloomed, but Stella’s voice slid over his mind in heated comfort.

  “Will…” She said again.

  “Stella…” Will whispered, energy slipping away.

  “Shhhh…sleep. I’ll be here…” the witch’s words softly echoing in his head.

  “Stella…I…don’t…feel…right,” Will managed to say before his eyes closed and he fell fast asleep.

  The witch knelt forward, keeping him inside of her as heavy breasts pressed down on his chest. Stella eyed him for a moment, the young man fast asleep.

  “Let’s see what’s in your mind…” the witch whispered as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

  Twelve

  Eyes opening, Stella floated in a gray gloom. The witch looked around, turning in the mists. A shadow loomed in the distance and the witch floated toward it, a smirk appearing. Wisps of colorless tendrils floated by. Hand up, she checked to see if her hat was on and it was firmly on her head.

  The mists parted and Will floated, head and gaze down, arms at his sides and legs dangling. Stella floated closer until she hovered before him, a concern in her eyes. />
  “I just want to take a peek,” Stella said, her voice echoing through the dreamscape.

  Will said nothing, his form unmoving.

  Stella leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Show me a memory.”

  The gray mists swirled. An instant later, a room filled with cables, equipment and people in lab coats stood. Will was laying on the table while dream Will stood by Stella. The witch glanced around, seeing that she was standing on a hard floor and noticing a mirrored window overlooking the operation. The scene played out as Will turned his attention to the mirrored window, his face filled with subdued rage.

  “I want you all to know, I’m doing this not for humanity but for me. I want to be as far away from you assholes as I can go and if that means spending my life in some virtual world, so be it. Humanity is a fucking curse. I hope that whatever happens, you fucking learn from it.”

  Stella stared as a man in a white suit spoke to Will, but she couldn’t make out the words. She found it odd since it was Will’s memories she was exploring. Listening intently, she missed the rest of the conversation and a switch was flipped and a button was pressed. Power hummed as energy blasted Will’s nerves. The room exploded in unseen energies and when a wave hit Stella, she took a step back.

  It was then when she felt it, Will’s soul ripping apart and coming back together. The shockwave carried on, but its effects were long lasting. It caused the witch’s nerves to coil in pain and glow with wanting.

  Stella touched the side of her head, senses reeling. “That’s why you’re so attractive. You died on the table and they pieced your soul back together. Your soul wants to move on, but you can’t, not in this prison.”

  The image melted away and the two floated in the gray mists.

  Stella gave Will a kind smile. “Can you show me more?”

  Will floated, his face a blank canvas. Stella was about to ask again when an iron door appeared next to them. Misty tendrils touched the edges as the gray metal stood firm.

  The witch touched the door and it didn’t budge. “They put this here, so you wouldn’t remember.”

  Will looked on.

  Stella crossed her arms. “I’m sorry, but I have to get in there. Stay with me when it opens.”

  The witch lifted a hand and with a single finger, drew arcane symbols. The door rattled but did not open. Stella tried again, making the symbols bigger. Pain shot up her arm, but she continued, casting the hidden spell taught by her master. The door rattled again, this time violently. A second ticked away and the door opened.

  Stella took Will’s hand and they floated through, the door closing, but remaining ajar.

  Boots touched firm ground and the pair began walking. Stella led the way as Will was pulled along. A doorway glowed in the distance. The witch continued until Will tugged at her hand. Looking back, fear touched Will’s eyes, his pace slowing.

  “We are just taking a peek. I’ll keep you safe,” Stella said with a soothing edge.

  Will hesitated until Stella repeated, the words echoing and soothing his fear away. They continued until they stepped through the glowing doorway and into a large room.

  People stood or sat around, music playing in the background. A large terrace with giant glass windows gave a view of many towers crowded around. The mood was light as some danced and others talked. Glasses shined in hands, some filled with wine and others filled with spirits. Stella felt at home, drinking in the party atmosphere. Pulling Will along, they walked in, no one paying them any attention.

  Stella turned her head and soon she noticed something was off. Some faces were covered, some in masks and others in bandages. Despite the jovial mood, a few people were missing limbs, replaced with cybernetic arms and legs. Others had odd lumps along exposed flesh and others still had scars and deformities, not wearing anything to cover them up.

  “I go to sleep for over a hundred years and the world changes,” Stella whispered to herself.

  Stella stopped walking when she saw Will sitting on a couch. Glancing over, she looked saw her Will she was pulling along was gone. Standing amidst the crowd, she watched as Will sat, his face a brooding mask and not interacting with anyone. A full glass of whiskey stood on the glass table before him, drops of condensation rolling down into a puddle at the base of the glass.

  The music played on as Stella watched.

  “Will, show me.”

  A shout touched Stella’s ears as she turned to see a man and woman arguing. The man was doing most of it, the woman reaching out and pleading with him to stop. The man looked down at her with a sneer, slapping her hand away.

  “You clinging piece of trash! I’m done with you,” the man screamed.

  The woman reached out again, bubbled flesh making up one side of her face. “Please, Darren, let’s talk about it later,”

  Darren glared down at her, “Mara, it’s fucking over! Don’t fucking touch me!”

  Words touched Stella’s mind as she looked to Will. He sat with his elbows on his knees, glaring at the fighting couple before his lips parted, words spilling out that only Stella could hear.

  “I didn’t even want to come. I was happy living out my days in my little virtual worlds. The government mandated that there were community events we all had to attend to ensure there was still a human connection.

  “I wanted to die alone, but I followed the directives.”

  “Darren, we can get through this. I can be better,” Mara begged.

  Darren’s brow formed a sharp V and he let out a sarcastic laugh. “Ha! Look at you! You’re pathetic. I’m not spending the rest of my life with you. Why couldn’t the cancer take a limb?”

  People looked away or pretended not to notice. The only one watching was Will, fingers curling into fists.

  “We are dying and people still behave like they have all the time in the world,” Will said in a calm voice, but his body speaking of rage.

  “Please Darren, I love you,” Mara sobbed.

  Darren’s eyes were pools of seething fury, “I don’t love you.”

  Mara’s eyes widened as tears streaked down slightly deformed cheeks. Head tilting forward, shoulders shuddered in sorrow.

  “I should have left,” Will said in a monotone voice.

  “I’m pregnant,” Mara said with a whisper.

  Darren’s eyes flared, “You fucking cunt! You fucking lied to me!”

  Stella watched with cold eyes as Darren pulled back a fist and rammed it into Mara’s stomach.

  “I should have left,” Will said as he leaped over the glass table.

  Mara bent in half, struggling to breath as all the air left her lungs. Falling to her knees and gasping, she cried out. Darren glared at her until a shadow loomed and a fist rammed into his cheek.

  “The cancers made many people erratic. It was often discussed in virtual classes and something we all had to live with now,” Will said like a cold machine as he grabbed Darren’s shirt and rammed his fist into the dazed man again.

  Mara screamed on her knees as everyone watched. Will’s arm moved like a piston, slamming knuckles into Darren’s face. Blood spurted from his broken nose as he tried to fight back.

  “Maybe the cancers were affecting me too. I don’t know,” Will said as he continued to beat Darren to a pulp. “I just couldn’t allow it to continue. I didn’t care what happened to me, but I knew, I wouldn’t let him hurt anyone else.”

  Darren gasped as blood filled his mouth. Will glanced behind him to the glass table.

  “I couldn’t let it go.” Will said as he dragged Darren to the table and took hold of a fistful of hair.

  Stella watched emotionless as Will reared Darren’s head back and slammed it down into the table. Glass shattered into hundreds of fragments. Pulling the bloody face back, Darren coughed, his shoulders and limbs not responding. Will looked to the metal frame of the shattered table and rammed Darren’s head against it. Bone cracked and blood spurted.

  “STOP IT! STOP IT!” Mara screamed as she attacked Will, pu
nching his back.

  “I didn’t know I cut my hands,” Will said while wrapping his other hand around the jagged edges of the metal frame and continuing to slam Darren’s face with the other.

  Will shrugged Mara off and she hit the floor. Lifting Darren’s bloody face up, Will spit at him before letting go. Darren fell to the bloody floor, chest still rising and falling but his face an unrecognizable mess of blood and ruptured flesh.

  Will stood up and turned to a room filled with sad eyes. “You get what you deserve.”

  The front door burst open, security drones charging into the room, pistols drawn. Will faced them as Mara cried, reaching out to Darren.

  The young man with bloody hands stood, cool as a frozen pond when they opened fired. Green energy bolts struck him, Will stumbling back until one hit his face.

  “Neural disruptors,” Will said deadpan as he fell. “No matter how bad it was, they needed every human alive as the world died.”

  The party vanished, Will and Stella standing in the gray void, facing each other.

  “Why did you make me relive it? I didn’t want to remember,” Will said with angry sorrow.

  “We…I needed to know,” Stella whispered.

  Will looked away. “The door is open now. I’ll remember.”

  Stella stepped closer, a deep sadness in her eyes. “You won’t remember. I’m sorry for the pain you endured as the world died.”

  A dagger appeared in the witch’s hand. “I’m here to end it. My power is condensed into this dagger. It will be quick, I promise.”

  Will glanced to the dagger before looking into Stella’s eyes. “Do it. I will only cause more pain and suffering.”

  Stella nodded as she stepped close, pressing her lips to his, a tear rolling down her gray cheek.

  “Sleep forever my handsome dark knight,” the witch whispered before driving the dagger into Will’s chest, stabbing into his heart.

  Will stepped back, the dagger pommel sticking out of his chest. “Thank you.”

  The young man fell, his body shattering into pixels and fading from sight.

  Stella tilted her head forward, another tear rolling down her cheek. She took a deep breath before looking up. Ready to wake, she was about to pull herself out of the dream, expecting Will convulsing until the light faded from his eyes when dust swirled together. The witch watched in horror as pixels flowed like a small tornado, Will appearing just as he was.