Dinosaurs! (Forger of Worlds Book 3)

by Simon Archer

  “Yeah.” She moved over to the desk and hopped up on it. “So, don’t you think I deserve a prize for all my hard work?” She pouted. “Because I, for one, am feeling mighty unappreciated.” She pouted a bit more. “Like, maybe I haven’t gotten enough personal attention, and because of that, I’m not sure I want to give you the creatures I made for the planet.” She met my eyes. “So, what are you going to do about that?”

  Melanie has offered you a quest. True Appreciation. Would you like to accept? Yes or no?

  Of course, my answer was yes. How could I say no when she put it like that? I stepped up to her and pressed the line of my body against hers, cupping her chin gently.

  “Whatever you wish,” I replied, my tone dropping to something a little more alluring. “After all, you deserve it.”

  “Y-yes, yes, I do,” she stammered, and she moved quickly to close the distance between us.

  I, however, was just a hair faster, and I tilted my head away.

  “Patience, though,” I reprimanded. “I’ll give you what you want and show you just how much I appreciate you and everything you’ve done, not only for me but for the whole project.”

  “Garrett,” Melanie whined but obeyed all the same. She pouted cutely, and I almost felt bad for making her wait, but what was the fun in being a god when I couldn’t flex my authority every so often? And what better way to use it than to coax a smoking hot catgirl into bed? Not that I was doing the coaxing. In fact, it was more the other way around, but that would change soon.

  As it stood, I was really the one who was most vulnerable here. After all, I was the one that was stark naked without so much as a sheet of paper to cover myself.

  “You are vastly overdressed,” I commented as I casually lifted her top over her breasts, exposing them to the cool air of her lab. If her soft pink nipples hadn’t been able to cut glass before, they were certainly able to now. Her blush traveled up her neck and into her cheeks, and her tail swished with anticipation.

  It was because of her tail swaying behind her that I was able to catch a glimpse of something behind her. A glitter of silver and metallic against the stark white display table hidden amongst various reports and research.

  Handcuffs.

  You have been offered an optional sidequest. Protect and Serve. Do you choose to accept? Yes or no?

  Naturally, my answer was again, yes. With a smirk, I dipped my head down and dragged my tongue over one of her nipples, swirling about it with fervor.

  Melanie, it seemed, was not as sensitive there was Veronica, but her soft sighs and complimentary purrs were enough of a distraction for me to grab what I was really after. I quietly and blindly snatched them without giving myself away, and by the time Melanie had noticed that my hands weren’t on her body, it was too late. I brought the handcuffs around as quietly as I could, but the faint clicks of them closing around her wrists echoed in the lab as though I had dropped an anvil on the tiled floor. She was now bound with her hands in front of her, only allowing her to move them up and down and side to side, not apart.

  “Garrett?” Melanie squeaked in surprise as she tried to wriggle her hands apart, but to no avail. “What are you doing?”

  “Relax,” I eased with a devious smile. “I won’t do anything to you that you’re not okay with.”

  “This really isn’t necessary,” she finally managed, but there was a coy, accepting smile on her cute little face that said she was willing to play along with my whim. I laughed as I watched her gaze slide down my body. She licked her lips as her mouth went dry. It was clear that she wanted it in her mouth, but not this time. For now, I was going to show her the appreciation she so desperately wanted.

  Melanie struggled against her restraints, and it was obvious how badly she needed to touch, had to feel my skin underneath her hands, and regain control. She shifted her legs from side to side and fumbled to take off her own short skirt, sighing in frustration when she didn’t have the freedom she needed.

  “Something you need, Melanie?” I purred against her neck, and she shuddered. With a shaky breath, she nodded, pulling at the handcuffs that kept her from, well, doing much of anything. It was sweet torture, one that would have her as close to the edge of her proverbial seat for as long as I could make it last, which was a while, but I could take pity on her. Only time could tell.

  My fingers played deftly over the button of Melanie’s tight skirt, and I took the time to study every move she made carefully. She writhed with anticipation as I sank to my knees and watched me through consistently more and more hooded eyes. Slowly and steadily, my hands popped the button on her skirt, and I would have sworn I could actually hear each notch of the zipper being undone one at a time as I tugged on it. It must have been absolutely maddening for her because she was losing her patience.

  “Let me touch you,” she begged, and I gave her a disapproving scowl that silenced her quickly. She leaned back against the table as I inched closer to her womanhood, the scent of her riling me up more than I could have expected. She had mentioned that she could smell Veronica on me, could smell the scent of our lovemaking. Perhaps I was picking up on cat senses as well.

  “You aren’t exactly in a position to be making demands,” I warned teasingly and slid my hands up her skirt, pulling it down in a single tug to reveal a pair of cute silk panties with kitties, yes, kitties on them. More specifically, they were kitties eating tacos, and I could not think of anything that was more accidentally erotic. Amused, I pushed them aside. As adorable as they were, they were concealing my real prize.

  What greeted me was a perfectly pink, plump pussy that was moist with excitement and ready to be toyed with, which was good, as I was ready to taste what Melanie had to offer.

  Up close, it was as perfect as I could have imagined. Her scent was a mixture of something sweet but musky, like a night-blooming flower of some kind, and I found myself nearly salivating at the opportunity to put her in my mouth. No sooner had I pushed my tongue through her slick folds did her fingers claw into my hair for purchase. Her gasp filled the lab, and the purr that followed was simply divine.

  “Tasty,” I complimented as I drew back and licked my lips. I dove in again, darting my tongue out and licking a long, hot stripe along the space between her hole and her clit.

  “Fuck, I want to ride your face.” Melanie shivered and gripped my hair even tighter. Her cheeks were bright and flushed, and little pools of saliva gathered in the corners of her lips. Short, uneven breaths fluttered from her lips. If the soft moans and tightening fingers in my hair had been any indication, I was quite sure that Melanie was enjoying this more than she was letting on.

  I hummed with amusement as I suckled on her clit, drawing out more of her delightful noises. We could save the face sitting for another time. Right now, I was rather having an excellent time with my current activities.

  Tremors coursed through her body, and her knees shook on either side of my head. She struggled against her bindings, nails clawing at my scalp in desperation to keep herself upright. In a sudden motion, my head was tugged back, and my eyes snapped up to meet the catgirl’s gaze. They swirled with desire she mewled. Her pussy pulsed, and I could practically feel the ache and need for release.

  “Not like this,” she begged. “Please, Garrett.”

  I wouldn’t deny her what she wanted, not when she’d been such a good girl thus far and had asked so politely. With a short nod, I got to my feet and pressed myself to her again. Before I could blink, however, Melanie was on me, teeth gnashing at my lips, tongue grazing mine in search of that extra spark, and my lashes fluttered as my eyes slid shut. My body reacted on instinct, and my hips lurched forward, urgently seeking the friction we both so lusted for.

  A giggle bubbled beside my ear, and soft fingers grazed along my face and over my chest. The flat palm of Melanie’s hands on me brought out something of a growl from the deep reaches of my throat, and I could feel the heat between our bodies now. It was a delectable wave that made my c
heeks tinge pink.

  “Cat caught your tongue, Garrett?” Melanie teased, her lips sliding over every inch of skin that she could reach, careful to treat me with the most tender of affection, which was a stark contrast to the feverish kisses that we had only just exchanged moments ago. The sentiment and emotion behind each ghost of her lips on my flesh made me speechless, and I watched her curiously as her hands continued to sink lower down my naked body.

  Silence lingered between us, and we hung in a moment that almost seemed to transcend time itself. Melanie’s fingers curled around my cock, though instead of being coy this time, her ministrations were gentle, almost as though she were petting it. Her eyes flitted up to mine with a smile, and she pressed our lips together with equal tenderness.

  “Please… just let me hold you,” she whispered against my lips.

  The intense gaze between us softened, and I felt my resolve waver. What was this spell that Melanie had cast on me that made me, a god, bend to her every desire? It was frightening in a sense but also marvelous in a way that excited me more than it should.

  There was no key for the cuffs, none that I knew of anyway, but that was easy enough to resolve with a bit of luck and skill. Yes, I could break handcuffs. That was my secret. There was a faint click, and I knew Melanie could feel the pressure from the release. I could tell that she wanted to question me, to ask why I had caved to her so easily, but her body reacted before her brain could catch up. She pulled me close, and her nails scored up my back as she dragged me in for another, more heated kiss.

  This was better. Much better.

  Melanie purred something royal, like the feline she was against my tongue, and I would have sworn right then and there that it was the most exquisite sound I had ever tasted. It sent chills rolling down my body, and my hips lurched, meeting the fine curve of Melanie’s torso. I needed more, more friction, more kisses, more everything that was Melanie.

  My hands fell to the back of her thighs and crept up, being sure to smack her round ass before I eased a finger inside of her vagina. A strangled, lewd curse filled the lab, and Melanie’s soft panting hit my cheek as I felt her riding back against the digit.

  “Please,” she breathed, and at first I didn’t think I had heard her right. Then I heard her again. It was a quiet plea for more that caressed my ear.

  I obliged quickly and slid my finger from inside of her before grasping my cock. I turned her around and bent her over the table she had used to steady herself upon earlier. The view had my cock aching to be inside of her, and there was no reason to delay it any longer. Slowly, I eased myself into Melanie, and she shook in my hands as she sank back onto me, not stopping until we were flush. The heat that raced through my very blood made me dizzy, and I clenched my eyes shut to ride out the rush. There could be no greater feeling than this.

  That was until Melanie moved.

  A loud moan tore from my lips, and I stifled it hurriedly into the back of her neck by biting down, teeth marring the creamy flesh. Melanie hissed, but not in the way a cat would to warn off a predator. Instead, this was a pleasant noise, and she melted into the table beneath her with every languid motion. Supple huffs of breath graced my ears as Melanie rocked with me slowly, and I found myself getting lost in my senses. My own scent mixing with hers and the unmistakable essence of sex was nothing short of intoxicating. I craved more, and the more I craved, the faster my hips rocked, feverishly digging my nails into the small of Melanie’s back and forcing her down.

  The table creaked under the strain of our bodies clamoring together, but I didn’t slow my thrusts. I fucked Melanie harder until our bodies were slick with sweat, and the sound of her skin sticking to the surface of the table reached my ears as well. Her moans carried throughout her lab, a sweet melody that I didn’t think I would ever get tired of hearing.

  Melanie’s nails desperately sought for purchase, and she adjusted herself so that she stood with her back arched. Now able to burrow her fingers into my dampened locks, she tugged none too gently, and a hungry moan escaped her. This new angle sent her reeling, and her pussy seized around my cock as she came, the mess trickling down our thighs.

  With her muscles still clenched tightly around my cock, I continued to use her. Two, three more furious snaps of my hips, and I spilled myself inside her. My heavy panting ghosted over the sheen of sweat on Melanie’s neck and she shuddered, a soft noise emitting from the back of her throat as her hold on the table loosened as her body relaxed.

  I held her there for a moment, allowing the two of us to breathe and bask in the early morning rays that filtered in through the high windows in her lab. I kissed her neck and brushed the hair from her sticky face, relishing in the heady scent of our conjoined release.

  Eventually, she turned in my arms, and a gentle nuzzle on my cheek made me hum in response. I was content to hold her just like this for the rest of time.

  “That was incredible,” she purred lightly.

  “It was the least I could do for you after everything you’ve done for me,” I replied with a bit of a grin and a soft, chaste kiss to her lips.

  “Oh, is that all you’ve got?” She teased, and I couldn’t help the deep chuckle that rose from my chest.

  “What are you talking about? I’m just getting started.”

  12

  Several hours later, Melanie was finally appreciated enough for me to complete both the quest and sidequest. I got six stat points and two skill points, in case you wondered. I added the stat points to Fortitude, for obvious reasons, and then, for the first time in a while, decided to bank my skill points for later. After all, maybe I’d get a new skill and wish I had them or would need them later.

  So, taking the samples in hand, I put them in my inventory. While I was itching to get back to Ares and do the next quest in the chain, Seed Life on Ares II, I, honestly, really wanted that shower now. So, I grabbed her discarded lab coat, so I wouldn’t be walking around naked and made my way out of the laboratory.

  And, yes, I made a detour to the kitchen to grab a protein bar and some Gatorade because, damn, I was craving me some electrolytes. Okay, yeah, it wasn’t actually Gatorade, but just some concoction Melanie had whipped up for me, but damn if I could tell the difference.

  Taking my booty in my hands like a hungry squirrel, I scampered my way toward the showers. Only, when I got there, I realized they were already running, and not just because steam was billowing out of the room.

  “Damn,” I muttered around the final mouthful of protein bar. “Say,” I raised my voice a touch, “can you let me know when you’re done? I really need a shower.”

  “Garrett, is that you?” Veronica called from inside the showers as I took a swig of lime green Gatorade. A moment later, the top half of her poked out of the shower, and as I saw water dripping down her body, I sucked in a breath.

  “Uh, yeah,” I mumbled, and yeah, if she’d been all, ‘my eyes are up here, asshole,’ well, she’d have been one hundred percent in the right.

  “You know, you’re welcome to join me in the shower,” she said with a hint of a smirk in her words, and before I could say anything, she padded out of the shower, and yes, that view was quite nice. “I mean, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

  “That’s a fair point,” I mumbled as she shivered, and her dark nipples cut through the air.

  “Brr… it’s cold out here.” She spun on her heel, so she shook her ass just a touch as she returned to the shower. “Come, join me, the water is divine.”

  “You know,” I said as I took a step into the shower, and damn, did the warm spray feel good, “I always thought cats hated the water.”

  “Well, this cat doesn’t mind being all wet,” Veronica purred as she squirted some soap into her hand. “Now then, let me help you wash away those aches and pains.”

  I had all but forgotten my Gatorade, having absently tossed it aside before Veronica pulled me the shower with her, but I was grateful for it right now. I felt somewhat rev
ived already, and this sexy shower was going to push me right to the brink of comfort and spent. Familiar hands glided over my naked body, the soap and water allowing my dark-skinned lover to roam without the ever-present catch of skin on skin contact. She smelled amazing, must have been the violet shampoo that was now lathered in her hands. I had to say, I’d never smelt like flowers before, but in this instance, I didn’t think I would mind much.

  It took more willpower than anticipated to keep from simply lulling my head back as Veronica’s fingers worked magic into my scalp. I audibly sighed as I sank into her, feeling just the slightest bit of tension already begin to ebb from my body. Though, admittedly, I was already getting hard again with just the natural movement of her massaging the lather through my hair. I’d be embarrassed, except I wasn’t, not at all. I felt no shame in what these girls did to me. If anything, they should be proud that they can get off a god. Not everyone can.

  I swallowed hard, trying to keep back a moan that had built up in my throat. The gentle friction that Veronica was creating as she hummed and washed me sent shivers down my spine. Admittedly, part of me, although it was a very small part, wanted to wriggle away and just let this shower be a shower. But hell, what did that part of me know? Nothing, that’s what.

  “Something on your mind?” Veronica purred as her fingers trailed down the back of my neck and settled on my shoulders. She placed a gentle kiss there, and I couldn’t deny the goosebumps that pricked my skin from the tender touch.

  “Want you,” I sighed, and the words slipped from my mouth before I could catch them. Of course, I didn’t not want her, and I was always up for more sex, but I was also really enjoying this shower as it was. Man, sometimes, choices were hard...

  “I can tell.” She giggled, and I caught her peering over my shoulder at the proud erection that I had between my legs. “I’ll tell you what. You just relax, and I’ll do all of the work.”