Body Parts

by Adrianna Dane

  It had a hot, electrical sizzle to it, and when I touched it with my wet tongue, a shock raced through my body. He was so full of electrical energy, and I loved what sucking him did to me.

  I trailed my tongue down his shaft and bathed his beautiful, heavy balls, sucking them deep into my mouth and then allowing them to spring free.

  I felt the delightful shudder that passed over him and heard a soft, guttural moan escape him.

  “Do it again, Sheba,” I heard my husband say. I knew for him there was a clinical aspect to the request as he wanted to see our beauty’s responses to my ministrations. And so I did as he asked. It was certainly no hardship to acquiesce to his command. And it was not for clinical reasons that I set to my task.

  Athan grew harder and even more immense than he already was. He reached out with those beautiful, sensitive artist’s fingers, and curled them around the cap of my head, steadying me in my attentions. Oh yes, those wonderful, magical hands. I could feel his energy fill me through that touch.

  I felt the momentum building inside him as he caught his breath, stiffened, and then exploded inside my mouth. I swallowed his cum for the very first time, thrilling at the feel of him filling my mouth. I sucked him until he emptied the last drop, and then I released his slippery length with a final swirl of my tongue.

  He staggered backward and landed on the bed, apparently overcome by his climax. It was magnificent.

  I rested beside him and stroked his back.

  “There, there, my boy, you were perfect.”

  He looked up at me and I saw confusion in his eye, as well as satiation. I couldn’t help myself and I leaned forward to press my lips to his. I had merely meant to comfort and soothe his confusion.

  Within seconds I found myself on my back, straddled by this new lover. Oh, God, how wonderful, how passionate. He spread my thighs and much to my delight he sank his burgeoning prick inside my already well-lubricated cunt.

  He rode me aggressively hard, dominating me for the first time, a ride filled with elemental lust. And it was divine. I orgasmed quickly, not once but twice before he flooded my overfilled pussy with his semen.

  When it was over, I looked to my husband who nodded in approval. His own cock had grown hard again and his hand still fisted around it was covered with his own juices.

  We retired to the bathroom and soaked in the large tub which we had designed ourselves, easily accommodating all three of us. When we returned to the bedroom I looked out the window to find dawn was quickly approaching. It had indeed been a very long night. But such a wonderful, ground-breaking experience.

  After a kiss filled with deep approval from me, Athan retired to his room and Cornelius and I snuggled in our bed, most contented with our session of love.

  It is now afternoon, and I only arose a short time ago. There is still much to do. I sit here sipping my coffee and nibbling at a crumpet, musing about the simple contentment at this exact moment of my life.

  It is too perfect and I’m not sure what is in store for us down the road. I would like to bottle this moment.

  I am worried about what will occur when we disclose to the world the existence of Athan. How will it change him? How will it change all of us? Cornelius tells me I am foolish but I cannot help it.

  I believe I have come to love our creation as I would any true man who had been invited to our home and into our bed.

  True man. Now why would I say that? Athan is the melding of flesh and blood men. He is created from the parts of the best. But he is more than parts, there is his energy as well. And that is what poses the problem, because I don’t know that he is reproducible.

  It is more than fitting pieces together like an inanimate jigsaw. We have brought him to life, infused him with energy channeled from the earth, from the two beings he is created from. There had to be some symmetry of these beings that allowed us to lock them into one body.

  Cornelius disagrees with me, but then he has never truly understood the vibrations of the earth as I have. Or soul as a spiritual entity outside of science. He understands the chemistry of the body, the electrical surges that make us who we are. But I’m not sure he understands the delicate balance that is required to bring not just life, but soul to a creature.

  Athan is unique in this world. So unique I fear for his safety, and ours, if anyone learns of his existence. Cornelius wishes to reveal his vitalization soon, but I have encouraged him to wait. There is still so much more to learn.

  In my opinion Athan is still not fully assimilated. Although he has shown aggression in our passion games, he has exhibited those tendencies in no other facet of his life. This primal response is to be expected. I believe it is those baser instincts, most likely instilled in the vibrations of the body of the young male prostitute we harvested. But there is so much more to teach him.

  Korrie closed her eyes and leaned back. God, she would give anything to have known the creature the Ransoms had created. He truly did sound absolutely flawless. She’d never known a man who could be considered without fault. But then again, her experiences were rather limited.

  What would it be like to be so thoroughly worshipped by not just one man, but two? She sighed as she considered the intriguing idea.

  And what about Athan? What she wouldn’t give to have talked to him, to know how he felt about the situation he found himself in. The more she read about him, the more fascinated she became. There were times when she almost felt she could reach out and touch him.

  He’s waiting for you. All the answers you need will be yours.

  Korrie shivered at the hushed words of a strange female voice. She looked around the room expecting to see another person there, but knowing it wasn’t possible. The doors were locked and the alarm was armed. It had to be her imagination taking over. It was just that she was so excited about the upcoming trip. Probably too wound up to sleep, but she wanted to be fresh and alert for the drive.

  She placed the photos back into the envelope, then rose and placed the envelope next to her purse. As she headed for the doorway, a cold draft shot right through her. Tonight the house seemed a bit too quiet. Hurrying up the stairs, she headed toward her bedroom just as the lights flickered, but remained on. It was an old house and she was attaching too much importance to idiosyncrasies that had occurred all her life.

  * * * * *

  After a restless night filled with erotic dreams of the Ransoms and Athan, the next afternoon Korrie finally drove through the immense, open iron gates of the Ransom estate and down a winding road lined with tall, ancient, mangled oaks. Because of the profuse vegetation, she couldn’t see the main part of the house from this distance, although the tall twin spires did help to pinpoint its location. Excitement churned inside her in anticipation of her first view of the mansion itself.

  Although the house had not been photographed in many years, she had studied the earlier renditions of the gigantic structure. The Ransoms had designed the structures on the property themselves after touring France and falling in love with the thirteenth-century architecture.

  As Korrie veered around the last turn and the house appeared in front of her, the reality of it took her breath away. Pleasure and fear combined to swamp her. It was both beautiful and fearsome all at once and left her heart pounding erratically in her chest. It was almost like being drawn to the scene of a crime; the fascination clung to her like a spider’s web, drawing her closer, seeking to entwine her within its grasp.

  It might have been the fact that finally, after everything that had occurred, she was at last here. Possibly it was because Sheba’s words had already made it so real in her mind. Maybe that was the root of the fascination that drew her. Buried within the awe was some sense of coming home, that feeling of a moment of rightness. It was both odd and comforting at the same time.

  After parking her car, she just sat there staring, unable to absorb the reality that she was actually here and that for once she had beat Paul at his own game. How appropriate was that?


  She studied the exterior of the powerful stone structure. It was built to last the ages and much too substantial to simply be called a house. Right out of a gothic novel, it was one of the most opulent pieces of architecture Korrie have ever seen.

  Within seconds, the sun shifted behind a dark cloud and cool darkness settled over the property, shadows grabbing at the structure. And at her. She again looked up to study the architecture and this time her gaze settled on the towers. Just below the spires in the left column she noticed the blackened stone and boarded-up brace of windows. From the early photos, they had once held handcrafted stained glass.

  It was a terrible tragedy when the Ransoms perished in a devastating fire that destroyed a great deal of the laboratory on the top floor of the mansion. It was reportedly one of their experiments that had gone horribly wrong. Most of their research papers were destroyed as well. At least that’s the rumor.

  That’s what it said in the file. She should know because she was the one who’d conducted the interview with the retired newspaper reporter. One of the many reasons she wanted to come here ‑‑ to discover the truth. To walk in their shoes, so to speak. Now was her chance.

  The lack of sun set a pall over the house, making it look like a fixture out of one of those old horror movies. A shiver spread up her spine, like tiny fingers gripping and tightening around her flesh. What experiment had the Ransoms been working on when they perished?

  Shaking off the feeling of imminent doom, she pulled her key from the ignition and stepped out of the car. She’d see to her luggage later, after she had introduced herself and looked around a bit. The minutiae of unpacking were certainly not her first priority.

  Paul should have been long gone by now, so at any rate she wouldn’t have to contend with him. As she climbed the first set of stone steps, she saw a black iron gate out of the corner of her eye, and her curiosity and sense of adventure was aroused. It had been a long time since she had taken the opportunity to wander around a garden, and this one looked stunning.

  The gate to the garden was well-oiled and made little sound as she opened it and stepped inside. Her senses were met with the bountiful fragrance of vibrant roses in a variety of colors. She saw blushing bushes of peonies, baby’s breath, lilies ‑‑ a wealth of beautiful flora; it was almost too lovely to be real.

  In the distance she saw a white gazebo off to the right, with climbing ivy twirling over and around it, and a bit further on she could smell lavender and rosemary; the scents threaded through her, reviving her after the long drive to get to the estate.

  There were flagstone paths that veered this way and that. This was a place where she could easily get lost within the twining paths, and she was eager for the opportunity to do so.

  As she walked beneath a wrought iron arch, a shiver of cold breeze passed through her and she gasped at the frigid sensation. It was almost the same experience she’d had at home the previous evening and she wondered what it meant.

  The sensation dissipated and she moved further along the path. Everything was trimmed neatly, nothing overgrown or unkempt about it. Someone obviously tended the garden lovingly. In an open section of the garden where she could see beyond to a border of tall trees, she felt the pleasant vibrations pass through her, cleansing away the rush of the outside world as she moved along the path, farther and farther away from the house.

  The sun danced in and out of the clouds, weaving its way just as she did along the path, as though following and trying to keep up with her. The hushed silence made it feel as though there was no one else in the world but her. No wonder the Ransoms had never left their estate; it was so peaceful and serene, so private.

  She wanted to know who they were as human beings, not just as scientists. She had a feeling this house and these grounds would reveal a great deal if she could open herself up to the vibrations that she could already feel humming around her. Like now, in the quiet of this garden, she just needed to listen closely and not strictly see with her eyes.

  She saw the slate roof of a small wooden structure in the distance and wandered toward it. As she drew closer, she realized it must be a gardener’s shed as there were several hoes and shovels leaning up against the wall, as well as large bags of what looked like peat moss.

  She was brought up abruptly as she noticed two people entwined in each other’s arms near the corner of the building and she drew back behind a large tree of fragrant lilacs. Something about the couple caused her to pause from tiptoeing away. The man in particular drew her attention.

  Did they work here? Had they taken a moment to meet clandestinely? Maybe during a lunch break? She knew she was prying, but she just couldn’t pull her intent gaze away from the passionate couple.

  It had been so long since she’d been involved with anyone. Her body responded, flooding her with heat and arousal at the scene she witnessed.

  The man wore a white T-shirt with the short sleeves rolled back to reveal his bulging biceps, which rippled and tightened as he picked the woman up as though she weighed nothing at all. Her skirt hitched up as she twined her legs around his hips and he thrust her back against the wall of the shed. Their ravenous lips never parted as she reached down to unzip his fly. Korrie’s own pussy flooded with her juices at the scene unfolding before her.

  The man yanked the woman’s skirt up further and pulled her legs wider, then shoved forward, burying himself inside the woman. Korrie could hear her squeal of pleasure from where she stood. She knew she should leave, that this intimate moment wasn’t meant to be shared with anyone, but she just couldn’t find the strength to back away.

  His lean hips started to move in short, sharp bursts, and the woman dropped her head back, her mouth open as her deep moans of pleasure filled the air.

  Korrie saw him dance his hips as he dipped and thrust again. Over and over. The look of ecstasy on the woman was too much for Korrie. She reached up beneath her skirt and inside the waistband of her damp panties to finger her own stiff clit that was hard as a rock. She swirled her finger over and around it, pushing herself toward the edge, unable to stop.

  The smell of hot sex seemed to surround her, threaded through the fragrance of the garden. She saw the man increase his tempo and did the same with her nimble fingers. When he finally came, she exploded with him, biting down on her lip, drawing blood, in an effort to hold back her own moans of completion.

  Sliding her hand from inside her panties and allowing her skirt to drop back into place, she licked the droplets of blood from her lips and gazed back at the couple. Much to her amazement, they didn’t seem to be finished.

  The man pressed the woman face-first against the cottage wall. Korrie couldn’t hear their words, but the look on the woman’s face was pure ecstasy. The man reached between her legs and then, to Korrie’s shock, he pressed a finger inside the woman’s anus as she arched her back and lifted her ass.

  Her words filled the garden, as she was obviously unable to restrain her vocal pleasure. “Fuck me. Yes, oh, God, yes. Don’t stop.”

  Korrie was utterly shocked by such abandon. She had never lost her control to that extent.

  And then the man’s rigid length was pressing into the woman, inch by marvelous inch. Korrie envied her in one sense, but in another, she simply couldn’t imagine a cock like that up her ass.

  “More!” the woman screamed. “I want you all the way this time, every inch.”

  The man took his time filling her. From the look of the woman, she was loving every minute of it. Korrie felt dizzy and exhaled. Had she held her breath the whole time she watched him ream the woman?

  Again, the man began a steady rhythm of fucking her, and Korrie thought she would pass out from the need that raced though her as she watched them. The man’s arm curled around the woman’s body and Korrie knew he was massaging her needy little clit. Korrie could almost feel him touching her, and her body spasmed at the sensation of the powerful hands stroking across her body.

  It was as though their sexual energ
y reached out to engulf her as well, tendrils of their lust twining around her and melding her to them. It was the most amazing experience she’d ever had without actually having sex.

  She knew he was close, could see it as he hammered into the woman time and time again. The woman squealed as she came and Korrie could hear the man’s grunts as he flooded the woman’s ass with his cum.

  As Korrie watched, the couple parted. The woman leaned up on tiptoes to kiss the man on his jaw as she righted her skirt. She looked up at him flirtatiously then skittered down the path away from the house. Korrie had to wonder if maybe she didn’t actually work at the house after all.

  She watched with interest as the man righted his clothing, and when he looked up she was shocked to see a tortured expression on his face. It took her breath away. She had expected to see passion, maybe contentment, or self-satisfaction after such a lusty tryst, but not pain.

  He opened the door of the shed and was lost to her sight. When he disappeared from view it felt like something had been torn from inside her. It was the oddest feeling. Some instinct from deep within pushed at her to reveal herself to him, to find out who he was. She, who had been betrayed by a lover, had no thought for the woman he’d been with. She just wanted to be fucked by him.

  “Can I help you, miss?”

  She whirled around and came face to face with a woman with neatly confined salt-and-pepper hair and wearing a plain black dress and a white apron. Her closed, tight expression bored into Korrie and there was not a hint of welcome in her expression. How long had she been watching her? She cringed to think what this woman might have seen.

  The woman had a basket slung over her arm filled with cut roses and greenery. Korrie tried to harness her emotions. She offered the woman a tentative smile and held out her hand.