“Roark,” she gasped. “Oh God, please…”
The stars were flashing more brightly now and they had been joined by black flowers that were blooming in her vision. Sammi couldn’t ever remember feeling so overwhelmed before. It was like her whole body was going into overload and her brain was shutting down.
“Please,” she moaned. “Too much…too much…”
And then everything faded to darkness and Sammi knew no more.
Thirty-Two
She woke to the feeling of someone licking carefully, tenderly between her legs.
“What…who…?”
Sammi’s eyelids fluttered and she found that she was lying in a dim room on her back on something soft. The gentle licking went on and on, as though someone who loved her was patiently bathing her sensitive pussy with his tongue.
“Roark?” she whispered, feeling in the darkness and running her hand through his hair. “What…what are you doing?” she whispered uncertainly.
The licking stopped for just a moment and he looked up at her, the dim light catching his pale eyes and making them gleam like silver.
“Cleaning you up and calming you down, darling,” he murmured. “You got somewhat overwrought after you came. Are you feeling better now?”
Sammi remembered the blindingly intense orgasm and the feeling that her body was overloading.
“I…I think so,” she whispered. “Is it over?”
“For now,” Roark rumbled. “I will, of course, need to fuck you over and over with all the phalluses in turn to get the best data possible. But no more tonight.”
“No more tonight,” Sammi echoed in relief. “Um, you don’t have to do that,” she added, nodding down to where he was still lapping at her pussy slit. “I’m sure I’m a sticky mess right now.”
“I’m the one who made you a sticky mess,” Roark reminded her. “Besides, what kind of scientist would I be if I didn’t take care of my test subject?”
“I…I don’t know.” Sammi shifted again and moaned as his hot tongue came in contact with her bare clit. “You took off the Goddess pearl shield!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, I did,” Roark growled. He looked up at her again. “I wanted to bring you pleasure with my tongue—not just that damn device. Wanted to give you what you need without any machines in the way. Can you let me do that, Samantha? Can you let me lick your sweet little pussy until you come on my tongue?”
His words sent a fresh rush of desire through her and Sammi realized that no matter how intense the orgasm she’d had in the inseminator had been, it had only taken the slightest edge off her desire. Which wasn’t surprising, considering how long Roark had been building it by edging her over and over again. She wanted with all her heart to give in and let Roark make her come with his tongue, but she couldn’t help worrying about the research.
“Are…are you sure it won’t skew the results?” she asked anxiously. “I mean, I know you said you’ll need to fuck me again and again with all the different phalluses—are you sure it won’t hurt the outcome to let me come again while…while I’m not being fucked?”
“Just for tonight, we’re going to forget about the experiments and the data,” Roark growled softly. “For tonight there’s only you and me, darling, and my wish to make you come. Will you open for me and let me lick you?”
Sammi felt as though her heart was full.
“Y-yes, Roark,” she whispered brokenly. “Yes, please—make me come.”
“Good girl,” he growled and then he pressed his lips to her pussy again and sucked her tender clit into his mouth.
He lapped eagerly at her aching button until Sammi came for him over and over and over again.
Thirty-Three
The next few weeks were like a fever dream for Sammi. It seemed that almost every day Roark needed new data and had to fuck her again with a different phallus. She learned to take the cock of every kind of Kindred into her pussy easily and without complaint—including Roark’s.
Oh, he never fucked her with it, but after the first week of being strapped into the machine every day, he told Sammi he needed a different kind of data.
“I need to see how tightly your pussy clenches when you have a shaft inside you,” he told her as she knelt on her hands and knees on the lighted table, her legs spread wide and her pussy open to receive whatever phallus he put inside her.
“All right.” Sammi nodded at once.
She never told him no—was always willing to do whatever he asked—always willing to submit. Once it would have shamed her, but now she felt that embracing her submissive side brought her closer to her elusive boss. And right now, that was all she wanted.
“Do you have some kind of gauge you need to put inside me and have me squeeze it as hard as I can?” she asked him.
“I do.” Roark looked thoughtful. He was pacing in front of her, as though considering the problem from every angle. “Or I could…” He cleared his throat. “I could simply gauge things ‘manually’ as it were. Meaning that I could put my own shaft inside you and make you come, to feel how hard you squeeze around me.”
Sammi felt her heart leap. All this time, this was exactly what she’d been hoping and wishing for—to feel Roark inside her himself, not just the artificial phalluses.
“All right,” she whispered breathlessly. “I think…that sounds all right.”
Roark looked at her closely.
“So you won’t mind taking my bare cock deep in your pussy, Samantha? I won’t fuck you with it,” he added quickly. “But I will need to make you come in order to feel the force of your orgasm and know how tightly you can squeeze a shaft. It will help me gauge how quickly you can suck my seed into your womb with your inner walls.”
“Yes!” Sammi nodded eagerly. “I mean no, I don’t mind—don’t mind at all. It sounds like…like valuable data that needs to be collected.”
“I thought so too,” Roark said. “But I didn’t want to make the experiment without your approval.”
“I approve,” Sammi assured him. “It’s all right, Roark. You can…can put your cock inside me. And…” She bit her lip. “And if you need to fuck me and come in me—you know, to get better data—that’s all right too. I don’t…don’t mind.”
Roark frowned.
“It would be wrong of me to do that, Samantha. Wrong of me to fuck you, as though we had a sexual relationship instead of a professional one.”
“Oh…of course.” Sammi hung her head dejectedly. Still, at least he was getting a little closer, though he insisted on keeping some distance between them.
“It’s not that I don’t want to fuck you, my darling,” Roark said gently. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “I’d like nothing better than to fuck you and Claim you,” he murmured. “But we can’t—I can’t. You know that.”
“I know,” Sammi murmured, her heart thumping. “And I don’t blame you, Roark. I just want…just want you to be happy. As happy with me as I am with you,” she added daringly.
“Being with you does make me happy,” he assured her. Leaning down, he kissed her gently on the mouth. “Now be a good girl and spread wide for me so I can fill you with my cock.”
Sammi’s heart started pounding again.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed to say and then Roark was lowering the table to the correct height and going around to stand behind her.
She heard the soft click of the magno tabs that held his trousers closed unfastening and then his cock, thick and hot, was sliding against her inner folds. Roark had left the clit shield off that day, so she was able to feel the head of his shaft clearly as he rubbed it against her aching bud.
Sparks of pleasure shot through her and she moaned and wiggled against him, begging for more.
“That’s right, darling. Gods, you’re so hot and wet…” he growled and then the blunt head of his cock was pushing its way into her pussy.
“Oh, Roark—yes!” she hissed, tilting her hips up to accept him deeper into her cunt channel. �
��Oh God that feels amazing.”
“It feels amazing to me too, darling.” His deep voice was hoarse with desire. “Mmm, still so nice and tight, even after all the fucking we’ve been doing with the other phalluses,” he murmured, as he bottomed out inside her. “No one would ever guess you spent an hour and a half yesterday with a Beast Kindred cock buried in your pussy—mating fist and all.”
“I like your cock better,” Sammi assured him. Provocatively, she squeezed her inner muscles, caressing his thick length and then tilted her hips further back, trying to get even more of him inside her.
“Mmm, and my cock likes you too, my darling,” Roark assured her. “I can feel how nicely you’re squeezing me, but let’s see how much tighter you can get when you come—shall we?”
As he spoke, one long finger slipped between her pussy lips and began circling in a lazy rhythm that made Sammi see stars almost at once.
“Good girl,” Roark murmured in her ear as he continued to stroke her while holding his cock still, deep inside her pussy. “Such a good girl to take my bare cock so deep in your tight little cunt and squeeze me so nicely.”
“I…I’m trying,” Sammi moaned, pressing back against him. “Trying to squeeze you, Roark!”
“You’re doing beautifully,” he assured her. “Let’s just see how much tighter you can get when you’re coming, darling.”
As he spoke, he increased the light, quick pressure around her aching clit until Sammi was moaning and writhing on the thick cock buried in her pussy. All at once, an orgasm exploded over her, making her gasp and clench, her inner muscles caressing the massive invader as though begging it to come inside her.
“Gods, Samantha…” Roark’s deep voice was hoarse as she writhed against him, keening her pleasure. “So hot and wet and tight when you come, my darling. Your sweet pussy is almost enough to make me lose control and fuck you.”
“Fuck me!” Sammi begged him. “Do it Roark—I want you to! Fuck me and come in me—Claim me—please!”
For a moment she was sure he was going to do exactly that. His thick cock drew almost all the way out of her and she was certain he was about to pound back into her.
But then, to her intense disappointment, he pulled completely out of her pussy and she was left empty and missing him.
“Roark!” she cried pleadingly. “Roark, please—why did you stop?”
“I told you—I can’t fuck you.” He came around to stand in front of her, trying to tuck his still-hard cock back into his trousers. “I can’t, Samantha—I’m sorry but it’s better just to forget the idea.”
“All right.” Sammi hung her head. “I…I understand,” she whispered.
But she didn’t—not really. Why wouldn’t he at least try to bond her to him when it was clear he wanted to? Why wouldn’t he take a chance on loving her the way she was desperately in love with him?
Because though she had tried not to, Sammi had fallen in love with her boss. And there was nothing she could do to take the emotion back.
Thirty-Four
Roark knew he was going too far but he seemed helpless to stop himself. It was just that he wanted Samantha so damn much…but he couldn’t Claim her. So he was doing everything in his power to make her his without taking the final step, which he knew would lead to tragedy and heartbreak, just as it had with Amanda.
Including using his own seed in every phallus he fucked her with.
Roark told himself what he was doing was harmless. After all, he knew he was infertile. His sperm were completely immobile and nonviable—incapable of seeking an egg or fertilizing it, even if they found one. So it couldn’t hurt to inject Samantha with his seed during every fucking session.
It was a way of marking her as his own—warning off any other male who might come near her. His scent was all over her and even though Samantha herself couldn’t smell it, since it was mostly pheromones, another Kindred male would be very aware that she was off limits.
That was how Roark justified himself and his actions—he told himself nothing would come of them. In the meantime, he and Samantha kept getting closer and closer. Roark hadn’t asked her to move into his suite—yet—but he was thinking about it. They already spent more time together than apart, eating dinner together most nights and often sleeping in each other’s arms.
Roark loved the feeling of her sweet, curvy body pressed against his, loved cleaning her with his tongue after every fucking session and cradling her in his arms after especially intense sessions.
Samantha seemed willing and eager to submit to any scenario he could think of, though she often needed tenderness and reassurance afterwards. It was as though having put herself in a vulnerable place, she needed to be cuddled and cared for afterwards.
Roark loved this “aftercare” part of their relationship, as Samantha called it. He loved the fact that she was willing to be so open for him and anything he wanted to try. He just wished he could return the favor. But every time he thought of trying to Claim her, his past rose up like a brick wall in front of him, blocking the attempt.
It was an impassible barrier and Roark simply couldn’t get over it. He thought that he and Samantha might simply continue on as they were indefinitely—in a state of constant almost-Claiming that never quite culminated in the real thing.
But that was when everything changed…
Thirty-Five
“Sammi, are you okay? You look positively pale.” Meg looked anxiously at her as she sipped her coffee. The two of them had decided to meet for an early breakfast before Sammi had to be in the lab.
They were sitting in Meg’s food prep area and her friend had made scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with raspberry jelly, which was usually Sammi’s favorite. But this morning the smell of the eggs was somehow nauseating and the red lumps of jelly on the golden-brown toast reminded her of blood clots. Ugh!
She didn’t want to hurt her friend’s feelings, so Sammi had been pushing the eggs around her plate and tearing the bacon into tiny pieces without actually eating any of it. The toast with its disgusting jelly, she couldn’t bear to touch at all, however.
“I mean it, hon—you don’t look so good,” Meg told her. “You haven’t even touched your breakfast and this is usually your favorite.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Sammi said apologetically. “I’m just a little queasy this morning. But it’ll pass—it always does.”
Meg frowned.
“What do you mean, ‘it always does’?”
“Oh, well…” Sammi picked up her mug of mint tea—which she had requested specifically to calm her rolling stomach—and took a sip to buy some time. But when she put the mug down, Meg was still staring at her expectantly.
“Sammi,” she said, “Have you been getting sick a lot in the mornings?”
“Well…yes.” Sammi shrugged uneasily. “But only for the past week or so. It happens after I first wake up—I feel sick to my stomach for a little while. But it usually passes by the time I get to the lab.”
“Sick every morning, huh?” Meg cocked an eyebrow at her. “And that doesn’t make you worried or suspicious?”
“Why should it?” Sammi tried to make her voice light and failed. “I mean, it’s probably just some kind of delayed reaction to moving to a whole different ecosystem—the Mother Ship, you know. It’s a lot different from Earth. Maybe I’m reacting to it.”
“I think a much likelier explanation is that you’re reacting to Commander Roark,” Meg said frankly. “Come on, Sammi—you two are a couple now, right? I mean, he has Claimed you—hasn’t he?”
“No he hasn’t!” Sammi denied hastily. “I mean…I kind of wish he would,” she added in a low voice. “But he…doesn’t seem to think it’s in the cards for us to be together as more than just boss and assistant.”
“Why not?” Meg demanded. “You’re gorgeous! What’s he waiting for?”
Meg smiled a little at her best friend’s indignant endorsement of her.
“Thanks, Meg, but it’s not
his fault. It has to do with him being a Shadow Twin. They have a hard time, uh, bonding a female to them.”
Which was as much of Roark’s secret as she was prepared to tell. He had told her about his infertility and inability to bond in private. She wished he would at least try to Claim her despite his difficult past, but she couldn’t force him to. And she also couldn’t spill the beans about the big Shadow Twin’s infertility to Meg—at least not completely.
But her friend was giving her a skeptical expression.
“Well, he might not have Claimed you but he’s certainly done something to you.”
“What?” Sammi put down her mug, her heart pounding. “What makes you say that?” she demanded, frowning.
“Well, I’m not the one saying it—not to start with, anyway,” Meg said. “It was something that Berik said to me the other night, after you had dinner with us.”
“What did he say?” Meg demanded, frowning.
“He said that if Commander Roark hadn’t Claimed you yet, then he certainly would soon. When I asked him why, he told me he could smell Roark’s scent all over you. His scent and his seed. Like he’d been marking you on purpose.” Meg widened her eyes at Sammi. “So what’s going on with your boss, Sammi? Care to share?”
Sammi felt her cheeks getting hot. All this time she had been hiding the truth of what she and Roark were doing from Meg, partly out of embarrassment and partly because, while she loved Meg dearly, she did have a big mouth at times. Now it felt like she had to tell her friend something but she wanted to be careful to limit what she admitted to.
“Well…” She cleared her throat. “Roark and I have been running some…experiments lately. Fertility experiments,” she added, because she knew Meg was about to ask. “But he wasn’t using his own, uh, seed,” she added quickly. “It’s fake seed—just lubricant with compounds in it—that he puts in you.”
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