Body Parts

by Adrianna Dane

  He tipped my pelvis and slammed to the entrance of my womb and I shrieked like a jungle primate, hearing the sounds reverberate around the room and feeling the vibrations his cock was sending throughout my whole body. He retreated and swirled the tip against my opening, then pressed inward, sealing us together.

  My God, primal woman rose inside me. Like a shape-shifter, she emerged and revealed herself, gripping her mate with fierce claws, leaving her mark upon him. I heard him gasp then felt his molten seed fill me, spurt after spurt, and it sent me plummeting over the edge, diving headfirst into the seething sea. I vaguely remembered convulsing beneath him, screaming the cry of a cougar as my cunt milked his cock and my nails dug into his chest, clinging tightly to my mate.

  When it was over, I dropped back onto the now slick table, struggling to catch my breath. He released my heels from the mounts and yanked me forward, his mouth diving to my breasts, nipping the full mounds, leaving his own mark. He suckled at my hardened nipple, drawing it deeply into his mouth.

  He was an insatiable lover. And I was no less needy. His seed filled me time and time again over the years. His and others we had chosen. And still I had remained barren.

  Maybe it was that knowledge that drove us to create the perfect being. That need to create life from what others only saw as barren and useless.

  I looked over at the sheeted figure and the excitement built inside me once again at what the future held for us.

  “We will call him Athan.” The name had come to me from nowhere, holding no real specific meaning. It is simply another piece we will fuse together.

  Cornelius leaned up and looked at me and then he smiled. Oh, God, I felt his cock again beginning to swell inside my cunt, stretching me once more. Yes, obviously he liked my suggested name very much indeed.

  I smiled in complete understanding. We always had been in perfect sync, he and I.

  “Athan it is, my love,” he said before he began moving inside my very lubricated channel.

  Insatiable.

  The thirst for sex. The thirst for life. The passion for immortality.

  Korrie dropped her head back against the sofa and closed her eyes, the slick heat of arousal glossing her thighs, her pussy sensitive and empty. This journal entry never failed to arouse her. She wanted this creation just as much as Sheba had, if not more.

  She did not have the complete journal, and it fired her imagination as to what had ultimately become of the being they had created.

  Sheba’s words always had that affect on her. She was never bored by her entries, no matter how many times she read them. By this time she had them memorized, but she enjoyed looking at the woman’s bold, flowing script. When she was younger she had wanted to be Sheba Ransom. How she wished she could have had the opportunity to meet her.

  She had retained her father’s passion for knowledge about the Ransoms. It ran deep and unquenchable. In her youth, pride might have kept her from meeting with Carter after everything that had occurred regarding the Ransom Project. Curiosity would have her running to keep the date.

  Paul Cathcart was going to fail in his efforts to destroy her father’s memory. With a certainty she didn’t quite understand, Korrie knew she would get her chance to ferret out the secret discoveries the Ransoms had made. It was her destiny to do so and not even her ex-fiancé’s machinations would change that.

  Nothing would prevent her from delving into the mystery of Athan and finding out what had become of him.

  Chapter Two

  Athan slowly surfaced from his dream of the woman. The pleasing scent intrigued him as it always did. He never recalled her face upon waking, but the smell of lavender teased him with her mystery. It reminded him of his garden, the place he loved best on the whole estate. Was she real? Or maybe a vague memory that refused to fade? Possibly it was the lingering yearning for a mate, yet a dream he knew could never be realized. A fantasy that he thought he had long ago let die. Right now his body’s demands were far more basic, and he forced the dream to fade.

  His cock stretched tightly, hot and pulsing with desire to sink into an eager body. Having been genetically refined by his makers, his ravenous hunger for sex never diminished. He turned to look at the lover resting peacefully at his side. Maybe the better term was exhausted lover. Reaching out, he placed a hand over the steady beat of the heart contained beneath the defined flesh of the muscular body; the rapid, demanding pulse beating in his cock slowed to match the man’s seductive rhythm. He dragged his hand down his body, along the concave of ribs, over the tight abdomen, appreciating the touch of warm, arousing flesh.

  Since Paul Cathcart’s arrival at the estate, Athan’s voracious sexual cravings had remained surprisingly satisfied, for the most part. There was still the parade of sexual partners he called upon right after his treatments, those who understood his special needs. Ones who accepted the electrical surges without question. Townspeople who embraced him as one of their own.

  Paul was still an unknown to Athan, despite his stamina that on many occasions rivaled Athan’s own demand for sex. He couldn’t take the chance of allowing him to experience the full force of his desire. He still didn’t dare trust Paul with his secrets as much as he knew Paul wanted to share them. The charming, attractive man had an ulterior motive.

  Who was this intriguing new lover of his? A scientist from the Morgan Institute, but there was more, some elemental desire that went beyond the sex and the search for the Ransom research. Some darker hunger, a flare of lusty need that somehow mirrored something inside Athan. And since his arrival, Athan had found him rather difficult to resist. Paul never refused his advances. Whenever Athan’s specially enhanced pheromones released, Paul somehow knew what he needed, and no matter where they were, he stripped immediately, eagerly servicing Athan, be it in the library, the garden, or here, in the bedroom.

  Like now.

  His fingers fastened possessively around Paul’s semierect penis. The dream wasn’t real, this pulsing flesh beneath his fingers was. He acknowledged the change in tenor of his heartbeats. Paul turned a slitted glance toward him. Athan found the tousled disarray of his blond hair and lazy expression in his eyes from a sleepless night of raw, uninhibited sex, very appealing. Yes, with this man it was about more than survival; it was about desire, the enjoyment of his flesh, and Paul’s earthy responses.

  “What’s the matter? You’re looking at me strangely.”

  “Am I?” His hand expertly masturbated Paul’s cock, which had quickly flared to life under Athan’s attentions. “You’re ready. I want to fuck you now. Then I will suck you until you are soft and pliant.”

  Paul chuckled. “You’re insatiable, Athan. Do you never get enough?”

  He tossed back the covers and swooped down over Paul. “No. I probably would fuck nonstop if it wouldn’t kill you. I am a sensible man. I’ll allow you time to recover.”

  Paul pressed back against the pillows and spread his legs, allowing Athan to settle over him. Athan focused and felt his unique scent release to embrace Paul. The aroma made it easier to seduce, not that Paul needed enticement. But it pleased Athan to watch the lust flare to life, magnifying the attraction and his body’s responses.

  Paul inhaled deeply and then slowly exhaled. “You have to tell me what kind of cologne you use. It’s damned sexy. Is it some kind of aphrodisiac-laced thing the doctors created? It makes me horny as hell.”

  Athan reached over to the nightstand for the bottle of special lubricant and prepared Paul’s hole for his penetration. Dr. Sheba had taught him about herbs and essences and how to blend and create exotic substances. He enjoyed creating new recipes and mixing the oils he used with his lovers. There was a certain added sense of intimacy when he used the oils. This lubricant was one he had blended especially for Paul.

  His lover grunted as Athan’s fingers slid in and out of his channel, readying him. When Paul began to buck his hips and the look in his eyes darkened, Athan knew he was ready.

  Setting the con
tainer of lubricant back on the stand, he positioned himself at his lover’s entrance and slid his thickened tool easily inside Paul’s slippery rectum, expanding him.

  “They created the scent especially for me a long time ago. I don’t have the recipe for it, if that’s what you want to know.” He leaned down to rub his chest against Paul’s.

  His lover grunted and arched up, pulling Athan’s cock more deeply inside him. “Damn, how did you figure out that’s what I wanted to know? You’re a scary man, Athan. A fucking sex machine in bed. But you need to trust me more than you do.”

  Paul always had questions, wanted answers regarding the Ransom research. Answers Athan would not reveal, which he knew exasperated Paul to no end. Yet Athan had a way of making him forget the questions, and it was something he planned to use right now.

  He leaned forward and captured his mouth, rubbing his body over Paul’s. Paul’s tight, little nipples pressed against Athan, driving his own passion to its peak. He sucked on his tongue, ate at his lips. Lifting his head, he rubbed his roughened jaw against Paul’s morning shadow.

  Making love to Paul was so different from the women he’d been with. He loved the women, too, with their soft, silky skin, but with Paul he didn’t have to worry about hurting. Paul liked it rough; he liked to be taken hard.

  Finally, Athan lifted up and rammed his cock inside the man beneath him. He hammered fast and hard and Paul met him with each thrust, a grimace of hard pleasure in his expression. The antique bed rocked beneath them, shuddering and creaking, shifting with their passion, until finally Athan exploded, pulsing with his release inside Paul. The other man gasped and stilled, lifted his legs onto Athan’s shoulders, and Athan thrust forward, sinking his spasming prick more deeply into Paul.

  “Fuck, yes,” Paul shouted.

  Once Athan was completely drained, he pulled his still-hard shaft from inside the man, lowered Paul’s legs to the bed, and leaned down to suck his lover’s thick penis into his mouth before Paul could come back to earth after the reaming Athan had just given him.

  Paul had a very impressive cock, almost as big as Athan’s, and that was saying something. Athan’s prick had been enhanced to please his makers; to find a lover that had similar proportions was definitely special.

  The glow of the electric passion infused into Athan’s cum was still on Paul and seemed to dissipate at a slower rate these days. He circled his tongue over his lover’s wide, mushroomed tip, hot and hard with his arousal. He was already close to bursting, and it wouldn’t take long this morning to have him coming profusely down Athan’s throat. He licked up along the length of the searing flesh then back down, tasting his earthy need. Finally he engulfed the head of his prick, and within seconds he was swallowing vast amounts of Paul’s cum, milking him dry, infusing himself with his sexual energy. He sucked at the cock like it was a fat straw, draining him, until the steely shaft had turned into a pliable, softened mass, then released him.

  But Athan was not finished with Paul, not by a long shot. There were times when they fucked for hours before Athan would leave him to rest. This time was no different.

  “I need to go back to sleep,” Paul mumbled, now replete.

  Athan pressed his palms against the insides of Paul’s thighs and spread him open. “Not yet, Paul. I’m not done with you.”

  “Oh, God. I should have known. I need breakfast. I need my strength.”

  Athan shot him a look and grinned. “Soon, dear lover, very soon. But I think you still have some energy left for me.”

  He lifted one of Paul’s feet and began to lick at his toes, then moved up the muscular curve of his hairy calf and nipped at his thigh. Briefly, he looked at Paul’s cock, which was now already half hard once again and was gratified at the knowledge it wouldn’t be long before he would be stiff and ready.

  Using one of his hands Athan began to stroke and fondle him as he licked his way up his body. He could tell by Paul’s rapid breathing that it wouldn’t be long before he was begging once again.

  Athan’s pheromones magnified Paul’s lust, and it was not uncommon for him to come several times during a session with Athan. He had a strong sex drive, which, for Athan, meant the sex exchange was always intense and satisfying. This time he meant to watch him explode and then feast on his seed, taking his time because he knew before he licked him clean, he would be fully erect once again.

  “Athan, you’re going to kill me. Either fuck me or blow me.”

  Athan smiled and moved back down as he masturbated Paul slowly, watching the desire build, seeing the precum wet his broad, plum tip. So close, and so hot, until finally he exploded in his hand, high streams of cum shooting into the air, ribbons of white decorating his stomach. Paul arched and shouted with the release, gasping for air, bucking beneath Athan’s hands, and then finally coming to rest.

  Athan leaned forward, licking slowly at the white cream, watching Paul as he did so, dipping his tongue inside the man’s navel. For him, this was breakfast, a feast of energy to satisfy his cravings. At least for the morning.

  This was what his makers had made of him. He was not a man as other men were. His needs were not those of mortals. He needed this to survive. He wasn’t just a research project for his makers. He was a living sex toy that survived on human pleasure. He was tortured by the need to give pleasure and to receive it. His existence was bound to it.

  He lapped at Paul’s belly until it was clean, then reached up to kiss him once again. “Are you satisfied, lover?” Paul asked.

  The close, moist heat of Paul’s breath flared across his lips. “Never satisfied. You know that. But maybe I should let you rest. There are things I must do.” He levered himself off the bed and sauntered over to the chair where his clothes lay.

  “I’ll be in the library later,” Paul said.

  Athan turned to look at him over his shoulder. Paul really was a handsome man, especially when sated and with that heavy-lidded look he now wore on his face. Totally satisfied. Paul licked his lips and Athan saw his gaze slide lower to center on Athan’s rigid member.

  “You rarely let me suck you, Athan. Why? I love to feel you come in my mouth. I enjoy tasting you.” His gaze grew more heated.

  Athan shoved first one leg into his pants and then the other. Then he buttoned them and yanked up the fly, pressing his hard member into place. It never softened, he was never at ease, and it was the way it always would be.

  “There will be other times. Be patient.” It wasn’t often that Athan’s semen was weak enough for him to allow Paul to fellate him. The treatments infused his body with so much electrical energy that the jolts passing into his lover’s body from the act of consuming his bodily fluids could be too strong for Paul’s heart. He had to be careful.

  Paul leaned up on his arm and gazed at him with an assessing expression on his face. Athan liked the way the sheet exposed rather than hid his male assets. “You know more about this place than you’ve told me. One of these days I’ll get you to open up for me ‑‑ both your mind and your ass.”

  Athan glared at him. “I don’t satisfy you enough?” He stalked over to the bed, reached down and twisted his hand into Paul’s hair, yanking his head back. Dropping forward, he ground his mouth against Paul’s, then released him. Paul fell back onto the bed, gasping. He lifted a hand to wipe a drop of blood from his lower lip where Athan had bit down.

  “Damn you, Athan. Why don’t you trust me? I can help you. I’m here to find out about the Ransoms’ research and I think you know more than you let on.”

  Paul was a very satisfying lover, but even so, Athan could not reveal the secret of what he knew to the man. He couldn’t take the chance on trusting him that far. Paul surmised the Ransoms were successful in creating life using body parts and alchemy, but as far as he, the Morgan Institute, and the rest of the world knew, that creation no longer existed, if, in fact, it ever had.

  “I can’t help you, Dr. Paul. Not with the research.”

  “You’re an enigma
, you know that. Sexy as hell and closed up as Fort Knox.”

  “That’s why you want me. If you knew everything about me, you’d leave or grow bored with me.”

  “I doubt I’d ever grow bored with you, Athan.”

  He wasn’t going to stay and banter with Paul any longer. There were things that required his attention at the cottage. Notations to be made. The Ransoms had ingrained into him the importance of writing down his readings after every encounter. Always keep records. Sometimes he waited, put it off, but he needed to get it done. It was important to gauge his requirement for the electrophasm treatments. Bad things could happen if he didn’t follow procedure. Very bad things.

  “I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

  “In the library. I’ll wait for you there. I want to make some notations on a couple of books I found there yesterday ‑‑ just before you interrupted me.” He meant before Athan had stalked in and dragged him upstairs for the remainder of the afternoon and night.

  “I’ll meet you there later.” Athan’s mind was already on other things; he left the bedroom and strode down the hallway. The electricity hummed through his body but he already felt the wavering signs indicating he would need treatment soon. Although no longer a complicated process, it must be attended to. If he didn’t maintain enough energy, he was doomed; if he didn’t process the energy once he was charged, he was doomed. The correct balance must be preserved at all times. Once that was achieved, the cycle would begin once again, and the hunger would build as the energy to live sapped him.

  No one knew what living hell was unless they walked in his shoes. And he was certain no one would want that pleasure.

  God-play, and he was the result. Combine science, sex, and alchemy, and the good doctors had created him. He lived by pleasure, for pleasure, and because of pleasure. He was fed by sex, the anticipation of the hunt, the sex act, the energy of consummation, and the afterglow.