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71 - Broken - Reflexes - 200 words - Lincoln stares forlornly at the bedroom floor.
72 - Fixed - Flavours - 105 words - Strange and wonderful that Laurent knows how each separate part of Lincoln tastes
73 - Light - Epiphany - 1,375 words - Yet he saw so many combinations and permutations, not to mention the vast array of non-penetrative activities.
98 - Writer’s Choice - In Between - What You Wish For - 1,512 words - Even without the knife, there are still about a million ways left for her to kill him. He knows it. She knows he knows it. He wonders if she knows how much that excites him.
74 Dark - Fraternizing - 200 words - Has. Had. Was in the process of having.
75 Shade - Whatever You Need To Do - 1,768 words - As it turns out, words aren’t necessary. All he has to do is nuzzle Talia’s hip and give her a little lick.
76 Who - Forbidding - 100 words - There is the issue of informed consent.
77 What - Double Do Not - 200 words - We haven’t actually slept all that much.
78 Where- Self Conscious - 200 words - Why would you be self-conscious? You have a beautiful body.
79 When - Initiative - 200 words - I think it’s impolite to stop mid-orgasm.
80 - Why - And Then... - 100 words - “I couldn’t possibly imagine.”
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Reflexes
Lincoln stares forlornly at the bedroom floor. The lamp lies on its side, bulb shattered, base cracked in two.
He kicked it off the bedside table. (He hadn’t been expecting Albert’s tongue there.)
Albert exits the bathroom, fresh from a shower, damp and gleaming. “I’ll get a new lamp,” he promises.
“That’s okay,” Lincoln says. “I didn’t particularly like it anyway. I’d rather choose a new one myself. Or maybe fix this one.”
Albert sits beside him, radiating moist heat. “Then what’s wrong?”
Lincoln stares down again, this time at his own feet. “I had no idea my toes are so sensitive.”
“Ah.”
“What if I’d kicked you in the head?”
“My reflexes are too fast for that; they would not have allowed it.”
“You’re sure?”
Albert slides down to the floor and cradles Lincoln’s right foot against his inner thigh. “Almost positive. But even so, I gladly take my life in my hands.”
“My foot in your hands.”
“It’s a beautiful foot.”
“It’s just a normal foot.”
“It’s a sensitive foot.” Albert bends and lifts the foot, taking the big toe between his lips.
Lincoln manages not to kick. He flops down on the bed instead. And moans helplessly.
Flavours
“I fixed it!” Lincoln says triumphantly. “I replaced the bulb and glued the base back together. See?”
Laurent sees. He also leans over and nuzzles just under Lincoln’s ear. The skin is so soft there. Strange and wonderful that Laurent knows how each separate part of Lincoln tastes, and gets cravings for particular flavours.
He licks the spot, then up Lincoln’s ear lobe and around the shapes of his ear. He wriggles his tongue around the hole. Just a bit.
Lincoln drops the lamp.
This time it breaks into four pieces.
“I always hated that lamp anyway,” he says. “Fuck my ear some more, Bear.”
Epiphany
Merrick sees the light.
All this time he’s been stumbling in the dark, but know he sees the light.
While he was “growing up” at Merrick’s sister’s house, he’d always had a sense of being separate. That was easily explained once he discovered the truth about cloning, but even knowing that, he’d been an outsider, set apart. Not a full member of the unit. Things happened between Merrick’s sister and her husband to which he was not privy, beyond keeping the secret of his origins from him. There was a connection, however imperfect. Something Merrick was not allowed to explore.
Once he broke out in the real world, it became obvious what he’d been missing.
Sex.
None of his education had included that. His discovery of the parental filters on the computer had enraged him. It still did. Treating him as if he were a child… but then, he was, wasn’t he? As he had with every other subject of importance, Merrick was forced to undertake a course of self-directed study.
He quickly exhausted the supply of clinical sex education resources. Not much to learn there. Mostly biology. He’d picked up a lot of that in the course of his clone research. But the practice of penis-into-vagina was the tip of the iceberg. He’d soon turned to less officially sanctioned sorts of learning materials. Pictures on the web. Porn movies. Internet chat sites. Outrageous stories, true and imagined.
Lincoln had, no doubt, undergone a similar self-education, but he’d been lucky enough to have is course of study enriched by the appearance of Albert Laurent in his life. He’d gone hands-on from that point, and learned everything in a much more personal, more fulfilling manner. Merrick was stuck with theory.
The mechanics were fairly simple, so everything depended on the details.
And what details! Bodies of all shapes and sizes and genders, acts of astounding variety considering the innate limitations – after all, there are only so many receptacles and so many intrusive objects. Yet he saw so many combinations and permutations, not to mention the vast array of non-penetrative activities.
Merrick never really observed sexual interaction up close until he tracked down Lincoln Six Echo and Albert Laurent. They were a researcher’s dream. Clearly attracted to each other on many levels, active, fervent, intelligent and innovative. He’d gone looking for answers about the Merrick Institute, but here he’d not only found the key to his past – he was sure he’d found the key to the future.
However…
He’s not so sure any more. The more Merrick thought about it, and he’d had little else to ponder for days, he wasn’t sure Lincoln and Laurent were what he truly wanted.
It went beyond the fact that Lincoln only wanted Laurent and Laurent only wanted Lincoln, leaving no one to want Merrick, no matter how much he might want them. That was not an impenetrable obstacle. It was more a matter of taste.
He used to look at Laurent and be overwhelmed. There was so much of him! But lately he’d been thinking, there’s so much of him. What would Merrick do with all that man?
And Lincoln. Lovely to look at, funny, smart, clever, eager to learn, with sort of blond hair and sometimes green eyes. Sort of like Merrick. Did Merrick really want to do sex with himself?
Maybe… maybe it wasn’t Lincoln and Laurent he was attracted to. Maybe he was attracted to the sex they so obviously shared. Maybe he was more attracted to the idea of sex than he was to the idea of actual sex with Lincoln and Laurent.
And now that he’d seen the actual sex… oh, it was beautiful. It had been marvellous. The passion, the pleasure they obviously took in one another. The image of them together, dark and light intertwined, muscles and skin and sweat and teeth. The teeth stayed in his mind. And the mouths, the way their lips moved on each other. The memory would always give him an erection.
But then it had ended.
Done.
He’d always known that sex ended. He’d masturbated and experienced orgasm and known there was some sense of completion, but what did one do after? He’d read about something called ‘afterglow’, but he couldn’t imagine what that would be like. You probably had to experience it firsthand. He didn’t have to imagine Lincoln and Laurent lying together in bed in a state of languor after sex. He’d seen it himself. He’d seen it simmer and grow and lead to even more sex.
Sooner or later, though, they had to stop. He’d socialized with them. He’d seen them clothed and not touching and acting perfectly normal with each other. So there had to be a halt to it. How did that work? How did you stop doing sex with someone and then relate to them in a normal, everyday fashion?
Confusing. There was an undeniable desire for sex within Merrick. He wanted it. He wanted it badly. But the idea of turning it on and then turning it off baffled him. How does one manage such a feat?
Clearly, he had to think the whole thing through again.
Talia had finally tired of watching him like a hawk and had gone to take a nap in her bedroom. She’d set the perimeter alarms, but they were only, as the name implied, around the perimeter. Merrick had some freedom. He got up and went to the computer. Technically, he was allowed to do that. And he would be careful to erase his footsteps. He logged on and decided the best way to go was by instinct. Not something Merrick was used to doing.
Merrick had been brought up to be meticulous in thought and deed. Even his most intimate emotions were expressed in complete sentences within his mind. Yet here he was, thinking haphazard thoughts, disjointed partial sentences, surfing randomly from here to there, searching for what he desired. Jumping from image to idea to picture to film. Of a woman and two men who both had their… at the same time!… and what was that man putting in his…? Oh, and those two men. That couldn’t be possible! And then a woman with her… Merrick retreated, frantically hitting the back button.
It wasn’t supposed to be like that, was it? It was interesting to look at. Stimulating in a visceral manner. His body had responded the way it was expected to. But it wasn’t satisfying.
This wasn’t what he wanted at all. There had to be more than this. More than mechanical sex. Sex for the sake of sex. There was no reason for it beyond shock and titillation, and the exercise of remote muscle groups. Salacious party tricks involving erogenous zones. Physical gratification but not emotional contentment.
It wasn’t love.
He wanted whatever he wanted for himself. He didn’t just want to look at it and experience it vicariously. He wanted to be cherished and adored. He wanted to cherish and adore. That was the real answer. He didn’t want to do what Lincoln and Laurent did. He wanted to feel it. In his heart.
He wanted to be loved.
Loved.
He had not time to fully contemplate this revelation because he found himself hauled out of his chair and slammed rather painfully against a block wall.
“What the hell are you using my computer for?” Talia snarled. Her hand tightened on his throat. Merrick flailed but her grip was like iron.
This is it. At the moment at which he has discovered what he really wants, at the very instant of his epiphany, when all seems clear and pure and right, he is going to be snuffed out by an enraged Eastern European merc.
And enraged Eastern European merc with tousled, mocha-coloured hair and flashing gold-rimmed brown eyes and exquisite porcelain skin, even if it is marred by scar tissue. But Merrick doesn’t care about the scar now because Talia is pressing him against the wall and her firm breast is crushed against his arm and her breath flows over his cheek and she could kill him with those hands that are suddenly hot on his skin.
And Merrick finally understands.
Merrick sees the fucking light.
He. Is. Heterosexual.
What You Wish For
There is something in between light and dark. Merrick wants to find that place.
The warehouse is dark. It’s night, after all. There is a pool of light spilling from the computer screen. Merrick is in neither. It is dim, but he can see.
What he sees are Talia’s eyes, lit well enough to show their colour. Glorious colour - brown has never looked so rich to him. It’s not like chocolate or coffee or expensive leather or walnut or any of the other rich, lush brown colours he’s seen. It is the brown of Talia’s eyes, with their rim of dull gold and their clear white surround, and they are dazzling. Brown jewels. They cut into him, sharp like diamonds. Cold like metal.
All he wants to do is melt them. Just a little. He doesn’t want them soft and doe-like. He definitely does not want them to look on him with pity. He wants something in between.
He wants to set them on fire.
Maybe that’s not so in between. Maybe that’s a whole other extreme. But he’s in between Talia and the wall and that’s enough to make him want fire.
“I’ve had enough of you,” Talia spits at him. “You defile my home with that filth.”
Merrick risks a glance at the screen. It is frozen on the image of a mostly-naked woman on her knees. A man has his hand on her head, fist in her hair. Her mouth is open, and full. It looks like he’s forcing her. It looks wrong.
It should be the other way around; He can see that now.
“Was trying… to get rid… don’t want that,” Merrick chokes.
Talia changes her grip, so he is still restrained but can breathe a little easier - not too much easier; she’s very good at this. Merrick tries to move his leg so he’ll get some circulation back to his foot, which is starting to tingle, but that makes his hip push into hers, to which she takes offence; she jerks his head forward so she can slam it back against the wall.
“Really? And what do you want, Mr. Alpha Zero?”
She only calls him that when she’s very angry. Merrick knows he has to come up with a good answer. What does he want?
Talia’s breast is so warm against his arm he can feel it through his shirt and her shirt and whatever she’s wearing between her shirt and her naked skin. Merrick gets dizzy, from either the hold she’s got on his throat or from imagining what that might be.
A bra? Must be a bra. Her breasts are so perfect and firm. Women’s breasts aren’t like that without support, are they? What kind of a bra would Talia wear? He can’t imagine her in lace, but that’s the only kind of bra he can remember seeing in pictures, and he’s never seen any bras real life other than the ones his alleged sister used to hang to dry in the laundry room. They were beige and stiff and he can’t imagine that on Talia. Maybe Talia wears a black bra. Somehow, the idea of black against her pale skin makes his erection get even stiffer.
Merrick decides he wants to know what Talia is wearing under her shirt.
But he can’t tell her that. She’d kill him for sure.
“Well?”
Merrick has to think faster. He coughs a bit, and she lessens her grip a bit more. Just enough so he can bend his head forward.
He can’t quite reach her mouth. He wants to, desperately, but his lips do no more than graze her cheek. “You,” he whispers before the sound is choked out of him.
Talia’s doesn’t move for a few seconds. She doesn’t breathe. Merrick fears he might have sealed his fate with that one word. He hopes he has. And then she moves.
It’s one of those fast moves. So fast Merrick doesn’t know it happened until he’s on his back on the ground. Fortunately there’s a carpet here, not with a deep pile but with enough of a cushion to it to prevent a serious head injury. He finds himself on his back, and Talia is straddling him, with her hand still on his throat.
“Be careful what you wish for, Merrick,” she says, and her voice is low enough for Merrick to feel it in his gut.
“I’m unarmed,” he says. He knows she knows he’s not armed, but it occurs to him that his relative harmlessness should be emphasized at this point.
Talia shrugs off the straps that hold the sheath of her hunting knife to her shoulders. “Then I guess I won’t be needing this.” She tosses the harness, sheath and knife across the room with a clatter.
Even without the knife, there are still about a million ways left for her to kill him. He knows it. She knows he knows it. He wonders if she knows how much that excites him.
No matter how much he likes the idea that she could hurt him, he really doesn’t want her to. He wants to be in top shape for her. He wants to be in full control of himself and his faculties. And he wants his body in perfect condition. He wishes he’d spent less time reading and more time working out. He’s in good shape – lean and strong – but not strong like he thinks Talia might want him.
But then, if she’d wanted really big and muscular, wouldn’t she have bedded Laurent by now? Perhaps not – not with Lincoln in the picture.
“You don’t want to hurt me, do you?” he asks. Just being careful.
“Not if you’re good,” she purrs.
Where did that voice come from? It’s soft and makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but not like it does when he’s in danger.
Talia grabs his shirt and pulls him up to a half-sit. “Merrick,” she says. Her voice isn’t quite so soft now. “You don’t have any idea what you’re doing, do you?”
He wisely shakes his head. No, he doesn’t. But he’s eager to learn.
“All you know is, you want this.” And she kisses him, hard and unforgiving.
Merrick lets her open his mouth and explore. She tastes like coffee. Merrick happens to love coffee. She bites his lip and he discovers he loves to have his lip bitten. He opens his mouth and lets her explore. She shoves her tongue inside and he discovers he loves that too. Merrick can’t imagine Talia doing anything to him he wouldn’t like, until she shifts her leg and he feels the holster on her calf dig into his thigh. That makes him a little nervous.
She drops him and he falls to the carpet with a thud. “Don’t be so nervous. I took the Sig out when I went to bed.”
Ah. Good. With any luck, it’s out of reach.
Talia crosses her arms and grabs the bottom of her shirt. Instead of unbuttoning it, she pulls it up over her head. Merrick holds his breath. Talia’s wearing a black tank top under the button-up shirt, and it doesn’t look like she’s wearing anything at all under that. It’s impossible not to stare. Her breasts really do have that shape with no support. Merrick is awed. But not so awed that he forgets to keep his hands to himself. He can’t touch without permission. That’s obvious. So he continues to stare in open admiration, careful not to leer.
Talia drops her hand between her legs and presses it, flat, against Merrick’s erection.
Oh… Merrick’s touched himself before, but this is entirely different.
“That for me?” Talia teases.
Merrick wants to answer. He honestly does. But he’s struck dumb. She moves up so the heel of her hand is pressed between her legs and her fingers are splayed over his hard cock and she moves her hips so she’s rubbing herself with her wrist and him with her hand at the same time.
He’d like to move his hips, get a bit more friction closer to the head of his cock where he needs it. But that might spoil her rhythm, so he stays still and tries not to drool as he watches her shoulders shudder and her breasts move with the beat.
Her eyes close to slits and she makes a noise. A noise like nothing Merrick’s ever heard from her before. A noise that sounds a bit like a cat. But not. She’s going to make him come if she keeps that up for much longer. She probably knows that, so it’s no use telling her. It’s her decision. She’s going to do whatever she wants and he’s going to take it. This is his place, in between her and the floor.
Talia lunges down and her face is so close to Merrick their noses touch. “Are you always this good?” she growls.
Merrick swallows.
This is the moment of truth.
So he’s truthful.
“If you want me to be.”
Fraternizing
“It was dark.”
“Well, it was night.”
“Talia was supposed to be expecting me. She said she was going to take a nap, but that she’d be up and waiting by the time I got there. We arranged the meeting this morning.”
“Was she there?”
“Was she ever.”
“What was she doing?”
“… Fraternizing.”
“Talia has a brother?”
“No. But apparently she has Merrick Alpha Zero.”
“What do you mean? Has…”
“Has. Had. Was in the process of having.”
“Oh. You mean…?”
Albert nods.
Lincoln sits, dazed. Trying to imagine. Wow. Merrick. And Talia. Together. He still needs clarification. “You mean he put his… inside her…”
“Actually, I’m sure that she put him in her.”
Woah. It’s tantalizing…
That’s quite something to picture. Merrick having sex. With a woman. With Talia. Lincoln wondered if he was naked. “Was he naked?” he asks.
“Completely. As was she.”
A naked woman. Lincoln has seen pictures. He ineptly groped Jordan. But Talia naked – that’s hard to imagine. He’s never even seen her with her sleeves rolled up.
“Well,” Albert says, “she was still wearing her calf holster.”
Lincoln looks at Albert’s thigh.
Albert is wearing his thigh holster.
“Bear, take off your clothes.”
Whatever You Need To Do
Talia’s face is hidden by the shade of Merrick’s torso, so he can’t see the expression on it. But if he were to move to a place from which he could see it, he wouldn’t be pressed up against her bare skin… tough call.
“Fuck,” she says.
Merrick is under the impression that is what they just did.
“Albert saw us.”
“I didn’t notice him,” Merrick admits. “Sorry.”
“Not your fault; you were in the middle of an orgasm.”
His first ever that involved another person, in fact. And it was truly spectacular.
“What must he think of me?” she growls.
“He probably thinks you’re incredibly attractive. I know I do.”
Talia slaps his arm. “Stop being so charming.’
“I can’t help it when you’re lying there looking so beautiful.”
“And do NOT be so damn suave!”
Merrick shuts up.
“Or handsome,” Talia snarls.
“What? I didn’t do anything!”
Talia sits up, which makes her tower over Merrick. She looks angry. “I hate charming, suave, handsome men.”
The light hits the side of her face so the scar glows pinkly. She runs her finger over the ridge of it.
“Is that how that happened? Some charming, suave, handsome guy?” Merrick reaches up and touches it with only his fingertips, is surprised by the sharpness of the crest.
He winces when Talia winces.
“I’m not like him,” Merrick declares.
“How do you know?” she scowls.
Soft spot. Merrick can understand that. But he doesn’t think the scar detracts from her beauty at all. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“It was a long time ago.” She lets out a little bark of a laugh. Tough. The scar isn’t healed, though. It couldn’t have been that long ago.
He watches her reach for her jacket. She pulls out a pack of cigarettes. They’re rare. They used to be more common. Merrick has seen old movies. It’s not a socially acceptable habit anymore. It’s bad for your health.
He watches her light the cigarette and inhale. She lets out a stream of pale blue smoke. The smoke smells bad. It’ll make her breath taste stale. Merrick won’t mind at all. And watching the smoke curl out of her mouth makes him understand the glamour of it. Makes him want to lick.
Oh, he can definitely see the attraction, even though he doesn’t want to taste the smoke. Not directly, anyway.
“We were both working the same op. He found out and took offence.”
Merrick doubts that’s the whole story. Doubts he’ll ever get the whole story out of her. But he tries. “Were you spying for enemy governments?”
Talia shakes her head and her hair tumbles, shockingly feminine. “Industrial espionage. Makes the cold war look like a high school debate.”
Merrick puts his hand on her thigh. So firm, but the skin is softer than anything he’s ever touched. Also shockingly feminine. So unlike Merrick’s thigh, which is a bit skinny and has hair on it and isn’t nearly so nice.
She hates that guy, so she hates Merrick? That’s illogical.
“I’m not him.”
Talia pulls her thigh away. “You could be.”
“But I’m not.”
“You cause the same effect.”
Now that’s intriguing. He causes an effect. Merrick knows all about cause and effect. That’s the scientific method. And it’s as good a place to start as any.
Sex isn’t science, though. It’s time to use that suave charm to his advantage. First step is always to create a diversion. He slides down on the rug until his mouth rests inches from her hip. “I bet Monsieur Laurent went home and told Lincoln Six Echo all about what he saw.”
“No!” Talia says.
“I bet Albert told Lincoln about how he saw you on top of me. How beautiful you looked.” Merrick has to stop and wonder what sort of vocabulary is appropriate for this sort of seduction.
Does he say “How he saw you sitting with my erect penis inside your vagina”? That doesn’t sound very enticing. The language of sex ed manuals will not do.
The language of cheap porn magazines is no more attractive. Merrick may be inexperienced, but he knows enough to know that “saw you humping my love stick” or “saw my hot rod crammed into your honey box” is too stupid to say out loud.
Cock sounds okay, but the euphemisms for vagina all sound wrong to him. Pussy makes him think of cats, and cunt, he knows, is a bad bad word, and he read quim once and had to look it up.
As it turns out, words aren’t necessary. All he has to do is nuzzle Talia’s hip and give her a little lick. He trials his tongue to the edge of crisp, rich-scented dark hair. She gives a little moan of approval and those steely hands are in his hair, guiding him.
“You think Albert liked watching me ride your cock?” she asks with a teasing tone softening her voice.
Merrick licks her clit delicately. There is a hint of an aftertaste of condom, but her flavour more than makes up for it.
When he first read about this, he couldn’t fathom what sort of technique one might use to please a woman with tongue and lips. He’d been worried that first time, when Talia had climbed up his body, that he wouldn’t be able to figure it out. Now he has more confidence. He uses his lips to massage while he flicks his tongue out rapidly. Not too much pressure. It’s about rhythm. And wetness. She likes it very, very wet.
“Ooh,” Talia purrs.
That’s a positive response, so Merrick does it some more.
“Albert must be telling Lincoln how good I looked with your cock so deep inside my pussy.”
When Talia says pussy, it does NOT remind Merrick of cats. It makes him stick his tongue inside her pussy. The fingers tighten in his hair until he goes back to licking her clit.
Albert must have seen a lot. Talia says he stood there for a minute or more, frozen. He was probably looking at her body, hard muscle and smooth skin and breasts so perfectly shaped. Her hips had been rising and falling while making circles at the moment he was coming. He can remember that because that’s all he was focussed on. The intense pleasure of her body surrounding his cock, moving on him in that measured cadence, too slow to be thrusting, too musical to be mechanical, too perfect for words. Merrick finds he likes the idea of someone watching Talia arch her back and moan.
Talia likes it too. She’s wet inside. Hot and wet. Merrick tries not to slurp. He’d like to be neat about this. But she doesn’t like neat. She likes the wet noises his mouth makes, and the smear of her juices across his face. She shimmies down and licks them off his skin. Her tongue makes his skin go tight all over his body, like something needs to get out.
Talia stops licking him and holds his head steady, with her forehead pressed against his. She’s panting against his open lips. “Merrick…”
“Yes.”
“You…he…”
“Forget him.”
“I can’t..”
“Get him out of your system. Pretend I’m him. Do whatever you need to do.”
“No. I can’t; I want to kill him.”
Oh. No. That’s not good. Not good at all.
“Okay, so don’t. But you could do what you would have liked to do, before he did that to you…” He’s betting it was never a perfect relationship. He has a sixth sense about these things.
Talia pushes Merrick flat his back. She holds his jaw hard and stares down at him like he’s an alien. “You’ll do whatever I want,” she says, only half-asking.
Merrick considers the possibilities. He can tell she wants him to submit. She wants to use him. That’s okay. She might forget, though. She could forget it’s Merrick. She could snap.
That’s a risk he’s willing to take, if it means the incomparable bliss of having her again, of having her breathe into his ear when she comes and bite his neck and wrap her legs around him.
It’s hard to talk, with her hand clamped on him like that, but Merrick manages a few words. “Whatever you want,” he says.
Talia’s fingers move to Merrick’s hair again, and curl around his ears, turn him to one side and then the other. Examining him. Laying him even barer than he already is. “Never tell me what to do,” she says.
Merrick nods, and her fingers dig into the back of his skull. He wants her to tell him what to do. How to act. What will make her moan again. He’s not head over heels in love and wanting nothing but to make her happy; he does want her to be happy, very much so, but only if it’s what she wants. He wants her to…
Oh, yes. That’s it. That’s what he wants. He wants her to own him.
She pulls one of his hands to her breast. Firm. Soft. His palm curves around it and it’s so warm. She leans down and lets him suckle. No teeth. That’s been established. He loves the texture, the firmness of the nipple, the taste, the way it makes her pussy flow.
There is a crinkle and a condom is being rolled down his cock. She wriggles a finger under the edge and extends it. Snap. That fucking hurt, but it didn’t diminish his erection one bit. Amazing. Merrick has a sense of detachment. This is happening to someone else. It’s an experiment. Talia is experimenting on him. Testing him.
In a different way, he’s so in the moment, so far inside himself, he can look out at what’s happening to him with complete calm. This is his body, and it is Talia’s to play with. He’s not sure about the virility aspects of cloning. He was grown to decades older than his actual years, yet he seems to have the libido of a male teenager. Will that enthusiasm lessen over time? Not as long as Talia does that to him, he thinks, as she drags her wet pussy over him.
Talia smiles down at him and mounts him, sliding over and then accepting his hard cock. “What do you want, Merrick?” she asks as she sinks down on him.
Merrick tells her.
“I want you to own me,” he says.
“Mind, body and soul,” she whispers.
Merrick’s not sure what that entails. But it’s a risk he’s willing to take.
Forbidding
“Who do you think you are? You can’t forbid her to sleep with Merrick.”
“I’m not forbidding. I said it’s a bad idea. How can she keep an eye on Merrick while she’s fucking him?”
“You keep an eye on me when you’re fucking me.”
“You’re worth watching.”
“It’s the clone thing, isn’t it?”
“There is the issue of informed consent.”
“I knew almost nothing when I consented?”
“You don’t think that concerned me?”
“So having sex with me was a mistake.”
“Au contraire. It may have been rash, but sleeping with you is the best decision I’ve ever made.”
Double Do Not
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Talia? You don’t sleep with clients! It’s not done.”
“He’s not my client. He’s my subject.”
“You double do not sleep with subjects!”
“We haven’t actually slept all that much.”
“No, but you fuck. I saw you.”
“Jealous?”
“No!”
“Angry?”
“Somewhat.”
“Have you told Lincoln about it?”
“…yes.”
“And… how did he react?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“That’s what I thought. You two are perverts!”
“Get that smug look off your face.”
“This isn’t smug; it’s triumphant.”
“Oh, big triumph, isn’t it? I get laid and you think it’s because of you.”
“It isn’t?”
“For your information, Lincoln fucks me all the time.”
“Ooh. Can I watch”
“NO!”
“You watched me.”
“That was an accident. And I may be scarred for life.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Albert. You’ve seen plenty of naked women.”
“Yes, but…” Laurent shifts in his chair, clearly favouring his right leg.
Talia can’t help but burst out laughing. “Oh, my god. You told him about the harness and he got ideas!”
“My thigh is… chafed.”
“Aw. Poor Albert.” She pats his thigh. “Don’t fret. I’m sure Lincoln will be more than happy to kiss it better.”
Self-Conscious
“Where else could he have seen such a good show?”
“I’m still a little… maybe not embarrassed. More like self-conscious.”
“Why would you be self-conscious? You have a beautiful body.”
“It’s not my body; it’s what I was doing with it.”
“But you were doing it so well.”
“It’s supposed to be private!”
“Admit it, Bear – you secretly like the idea of being watched. You like the idea of someone getting excited about seeing you make love.”
“Maybe. A little.”
“Oh, good. Let’s go out!”
“No!”
“Come on, Bear. You and me. In your truck.”
“It’s irresponsible. And dangerous. What if someone sees us?”
“They’ll get an erection. Unless they’re a woman. Then she’ll get… I’m not sure what women get. What do women get when they are sexually aroused, Bear?”
“Wet.”
“Really? That’s weird.”
“No, it’s just the way things are.”
“Well, then let her get wet.”
“Who?”
“The lady who’s going to see us doing stuff together in your truck.”
“Lincoln, be serious. We’re not kids.”
“Speak for yourself; my fourth birthday is next month…”
“We can’t take those kinds of risks.”
“I’ll wear my kilt…”
Laurent thinks about it for about three seconds. “I’ll get my keys.”
The Initiative
“When you noticed him walk in on us, why didn’t you stop?”
“I think it’s impolite to stop mid-orgasm.”
“It was MY orgasm.”
“Of course. If it had been mid-MY-orgasm, I never would have noticed him there.”
“You could have stopped after.”
“Why? I was so close - if I’d stopped, I might have lost the initiative. It’s not so easy for women to come, you know.”
“So I’ve read. But I’ve noticed you don’t seem to have much trouble with it.”
“I’ve always been exceptional that way.”
“You mean I had nothing to do with it?”
“Oh, don’t pout, Merrick. It had plenty to do with you. You happen to have a perfect cock.”
“I do?”
“For me.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that curve, right here… it rubs me in just the right place inside when I sit on your lap.”
Merrick moans. Talia’s fingers are quick. And accurate.
“And you are very good with your mouth.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
“Mmm. No. I think you were made to lick my pussy.”
Merrick would say something about actually being made as an experiment, or as replacement parts for a megalomaniac, but he’s got a pussy to lick.
And Then...
“Why does Talia like Merrick?”
“I couldn’t possibly imagine.”
“Is it because he’s handsome?”
“Not nearly as handsome as you.”
“Does she like clones?”
“Irrelevant.”
“Do you think it’s the same for them as it is for us?”
“Impossible. You are you and I am me and they are not us.”
“But he’s a clone. And she’s a hardened, jaded, trained killer and soldier and spy. ”
“Is that how you see me?”
“That’s how I saw you. For a while. When you first showed up here. Maybe for about an hour or two.”
“And then?”
“And then you kissed me.”
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