by Viola Grace
She blinked, and her eyes went wide. “What did you coat yourself with?”
“I asked Khytten for something specific, and based on the way you are quivering around me, it seems to be working.” He laughed, and she saw Tycho’s eyes were closed and his neck flexed. The effect was running through her.
He started moving, and she swallowed and asked with a strangled tone, “What did you ask for?”
“I asked for excitement and pleasure. It seems she gave me what I needed.”
She leaned back into his slow slides. “She always does.”
Tycho thrust deep into her, Ryma got the benefit of her left hand, and they rocked and moved together until they shook and clung together as one.
Zera looked over at the dais where Salat was stroking the hair back from Khytten’s face. Khytten had one of the most adept skills for talking dirty that Zera had ever heard, but it was only with Salat that she had been given the opportunity to use it. He had given her the chance to use a lot of things, and he would help her keep evolving.
For now, Zera was in a tangle of some of the other people she loved best in the universe, so she could wait on figuring the next escort who could find the right active to make them happy.
If Zera’s people had planted the genome change, Zera was going to defy their plans. She would build businesses, put actives under her thrall, and push the global society toward a better future by controlling their heroes, whether they wanted it or not.
Author’s Note
So... this took a turn. (I say that a lot.) It started out as a simple story, and then, it evolved into something that I had a lot of fun with.
Inspired by recent television programs, I posited that the thing most heroes would have trouble with is a sex life. Someone that they couldn’t split in half during intimate moments, or a partner that couldn’t be electrified, brainwashed, or other things of that nature.
It was a fun premise, and so, the Blind Date Corporation came about because those putting themselves forward for this purpose were entitled to their own privacy and secret identity. Baristas have the right to not be outed as a dominatrix with a sonic pulse for a pulse, right?
I look forward to playing in this world for a while. I find it very soothing.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around, and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.
In real life, she is now engaged in beekeeping, and her adventures can be found on the YouTube channel, Mystery Bees Apiary. Just look for the cartoon kittens.
