The drink was not an offer Genna had expected, being she was still underage. After a moment thought she answered, “Yes, please.”
Evan assumed it was her mind’s way of dealing with the loss of self-control it was experiencing to allow her to ask for one. He poured two fingers each into two coffee mugs and handed her one. His own was gone in a single swallow and quickly refreshed.
With how smoothly she drank hers, it was obviously not her first experience with alcohol. The first drink had her loosening up with giggles and flirting. The second drink led to soft kisses and the first make-out session on the bed. The third drink led to her on her knees begging to perform fellatio on him. Her lips had found the bulge in his pants, but no fabric had been removed yet. “Please,” she whimpered.
The experience was not unusual for Evan. The pheromones made it impossible for a human to refuse him. He often felt the scientists had overdone the amount, not intending it to be as powerful. It was, however, a good thing that Evan enjoyed sex. This time, though, something seemed odd.
“Please,” she said again with more power to her voice.
“Please what?”
“Can I have your cock?” Her eyes met his and looked away. “I want to perform fellatio, sir.”
“Fellatio?”
She nodded.
“I’ve heard it called blowjobs, cock sucking, oral and many other things.”
She grinned.
“But I can’t say I’ve ever been in this position and had a woman ask to ‘perform fellatio’ on me.” He raised his hands for quotations.
“Is this a problem?” She licked her lips and, again, revealed the stud piercing it.
His answer was to unzip.
Her fellatio was rough and inexperienced, however. Her gagging and spitting out his first orgasm did not help her cause, either. Her tongue piercing was, at least at this point, a rebellion likely to her parents as opposed to a love of oral sex.
Intercourse, as Evan had no doubt she would refer to it as, was a much more pleasurable act. Her strong legs squeezed his hips in their missionary position. Evan’s plasma circuits jumped into joyous realms. He had never expected a pussy to be so tight, or her legs so strong…and he liked it. He got on his knees, upright, with her ankles locked behind his ass just so he could watch his actual penetration of her…his wet erection sliding in and out of her pussy while she screamed with wave upon wave of the best orgasms she would ever experience rocketed through her.
In a sense, Evan felt sad for her knowing that she would never experience sex like this again. He would have to keep a particular eye on her going forward to see just how this affected her direction.
According to his circuit logic, she was destined for a life of two children, divorce and a drinking problem that would kill her at 55…well, that was before the first orgasm. His synapses went ballistic in their reset as it was now calling it a 72 percent chance she would have one child…a daughter, no husband and become a very successful burlesque dancer, only to later own her own swingers club where she would prefer lesbian encounters…in addition, she would remain quite healthy until almost a decade past her 100th birthday.
Of course, that would all depend on tomorrow morning’s meeting as her age would be quite out of her hands after that.
It did cross his mind what it would be like to have multiple experiences with her. Would this make her libido stronger or, upon his leaving, would it create frustration?
He fucked her harder, slamming his hips into her…his cock like the hammer of a reciprocator until his own orgasm flooded her inside. Without collapsing, he was ready to go again…but she would need a break as she snuggled against him and fell asleep.
He kissed her shoulder lightly and felt her future becoming fluid again. Still he anticipated her to live well and long, but there was no longer any idea of neither where she would be nor what she would be doing.
IV
As Evan lay, eyes wide open and pretending to sleep, his mind continued working out what the meeting would hold. At first light, he slipped out from beneath and tucked her in with affection even he had not expected…there was something nagging at him, but he would figure that out later. For now, there were more important matters to deal with. Dressing quickly, he left his suitcase and a short note saying he would be bringing back coffee.
As the elevator opened to the lobby, he saw the man and woman already approaching the elevator. The young man at the front desk would later swear to his drinking buddies that he was watched a secret meeting between Malcolm McDowell, Richard Mulligan and Gillian Anderson…only taller.
Evan nodded and pulled his colleague’s to the lobby couches. “Diana, Harold…I did not expect you so soon. What news?”
Diana’s eyes narrowed. “Eviction.”
Disappointment burned Evan’s belly. He had been too optimistic. “Yes, we knew that was inevitable, but when?”
Harold answered, “They have already launched their emissary.”
Synapses burned through his brain at this thought. “Launched? Already? Twenty-five years then? Unless their technology has changed, I would estimate a 2020 arrival.”
Diana nodded. “That is still accurate.”
“Then ten or fifteen years before they will move.”
Harold shook his head. “No, that has changed and we anticipate only one more year.”
A moment of thought passed with dead air before Evan continued, “I know what I must do…”
Harold interrupted, “We have projected a landing in the US State called Georgia. City of Atlanta.”
His green eyes searched Harold’s face. “Atlanta, Georgia? No, this is incorrect. However, still close, it will be Savannah and…” An odd thought slipped from his circuits that the young woman upstairs would call her daughter Georgia. He looked up, as though seeing her through the ceiling above, before returning his gaze to Harold and Diana. “Regardless, I will be prepared. Are we certain this is the mission?”
“Eighty-nine percent certainty,” Diana offered.
“Okay, let us get to work. Thank you for…” his own circuits interrupted him with a second odd thought. The little colour his face had drained. “Thank you for this, I must prepare.” He stood.
“Evan? What are you thinking?” Diana asked. “You look confused.”
“What of the prophecy?”
Harold shrugged. “We know nothing. So far there are no signs of it being fulfilled.”
Evan nodded. “And what of the Predator?”
“No sign other than the ones you already know.” Harold stood, looking anxious to go.
Evan gave a quick nod and turned to Diana. “You said that we did come close.”
“Yes, once,” Diana agreed, “but not close enough.”
“Might I ask what happened there?” Evan sat back down, realizing their discussion was far from over. “You have not shared this.”
“We’ve never had the opportunity.” Diana bit her lip and thought for a moment. “He was in Canada. I went to Calgary where I met Wanda.”
“Yes, I remember you mentioning her. It was good to know we could develop feelings for these humans.”
Harold sat down again, unable to hide the look of annoyance in his eyes.
“I definitely did that for Wanda.” She looked away briefly before continuing, “My cover was an investigator with the RCMP…”
V
September 1, 1992…Calgary, Alberta
His tongue slowly lashed at her toe causing Meg to giggle. “You’re mine now,” he said in a deep gravel laced voice.
“Yes, I am,” Meg agreed and closed her eyes. She felt his hands on her pushing her skirt up.
“You are certain?” he asked and paused. His ghostly pale face was a contrast to his tight black t-shirt and black pants.
“Oh yes.” Her moan escaped and echoed in the cold cement of the warehouse as she felt his tongue continue to trace along the nylon covering her legs to the top of her stockings. Her blue eyes opened just in t
ime to lock with his as his tongue found her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped.
“We’ll get there,” he whispered with his own blue eyes flirting. His blonde hair was much longer than Meg’s brunette curls. The muscles of his shoulders rippled beneath her thighs currently each resting on one of his shoulders.
Meg shuddered. “I’ve always wanted this.”
“I know,” his voice was surprisingly unmuffled as his tongue danced inside her with his fingers.
The military-green blanket on the cement floor squirmed. The moon squinted into the room from the row of windows along the top of the wall. Industrial equipment camouflaged the couple and the light oil smell wafted through the room.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered through a harsh sigh. She arched her back slightly begging his tongue deeper, though she craved something else.
“You know the price, are you sure?”
She lifted her head in a slight nod. “I need it.”
He stopped and propped himself upright on his knees. Pulling down his zipper and releasing his belt buckle, his pants slid to his knees and revealed a massive hard cock.
“Holy fuck.” Meg’s eyes widened and her mouth watered at the sight of what was about to go between her legs.
He pushed her knees apart and slid in between with his cock held in his left hand.
“Wait,” Meg almost cried and held a hand against his chest. “What is your name?”
His pale face smiled at her with that charismatic bad boy smile. “Does it matter?”
She screamed with delight as the erection pushed inside her and spread her open more than she ever recalled. Her hips began to buck up to him, pulling him deeper as her legs rested on his shoulders with her calves around his chin.
He groaned lightly, at first, driving hard into her with his balls making an audible slap as they hit her. He grasped her legs tight against his chest with one arm and supported his weight on the blanket with the other. His climax, as usual, would be slow tonight.
Meg screamed again, never having felt such power and warmth between her legs. She sensed his pace quickening and his cock growing within her. She knew what was coming and, for just a moment, doubted this was what she wanted and slowed her own pace.
He picked up his pace even further becoming a jackhammer as he pounded. No was an option no longer.
Meg arched her back again and felt even more pleasurable warmth from him. She rocked with him until and screamed again just before feeling the first blazing blast of his ejaculation.
VI
Five hours later…
Daylight flooded the warehouse.
Diana watched as the last investigators picked up the remainder of their equipment. She always laughed watching those silly American police shows as people in sexy clothing did the forensic work dropping their own DNA wherever they go. She glanced at Mike, the last tech, as he walked past her. “So?”
He stopped and glanced back. “Same as all the others. Signs of consensual sex and no discernible reason we can find as to why she’s dead beyond aging.”
“And how old is this one?”
Mike’s shoulders slumped. “Twenty-three according to her I.D. but her body suggests well into her nineties.”
A male voice came from behind them. “Thanks, Mike. Go get your people something to eat while we look around.”
Mike nodded and continued on past.
Diana’s petite body turned to the older man who towered over her.
“You wanted this case,” he said and whistled.
“Yeah, boss. I asked for it.”
“Oh,” Mike called. ”About twelve hours since time of death! The guy is getting better at picking his spots as we’re not finding them as quick!”
Diana looked back at Mike to nod her thanks.
The older man shook his head of gray horseshoe fringe of hair was all he had left on his shiny, mostly bald head. “A guy who fucks women to death. Were it men dying, it would be every guy’s dream.”
Diana nodded. “From the look on her face, that still might be the case. Only suggestion we have is that the guy is massively endowed.”
“You know better than that,” he said and laughed.
Diana rolled her eyes. “Don’t start, Moe. Have we identified her?”
His eyes squinted with concern. “Mike told you we had her age from her I.D.” He flipped open a small spiral notebook. “Meg Dwyer. Kindergarten teacher at St. Jacob on the Lake. Mother of four little girls, her twins are just 18 months old. Married twelve years, apparently quite happily from what I have been told.”
“That’s five,” Diana said and walked into the warehouse towards the body.
The body was that of a plump woman, flat on her back with her arms bound to the casing of a compressor. Her black skirt was lifted and her chest was bare. A red sweater was tossed to one side along with a small black purse. The green blanket beneath her was heavily stained between her legs.
Diana crouched and scanned around for more. “All that semen and we still get nothing.”
“Initial thoughts?” Moe stepped slowly and followed her.
Diana shrugged as she scanned the warehouse of compressors. “I know we always get our man but, fuck…I wish we could get this guy quicker.”
VII
October 7, 1992…
“So Mike? Who do we have here?”
Mike stopped and put his tech case down. “Something odd about this one, Diana.”
Diana’s shoulder length red hair flitted about and the bottom of her long black parka whipped at her legs as snow fell sideways. In a sense, she felt it lucky this one happened close to home and she did not have to drive far down Acadia Drive to the park. However, a murder victim was the last an RCMP officer wanted to be dealing with at any time, never mind at three in the morning during a blizzard. “What, the other five haven’t been weird enough?”
“Well, yeah, but…” he was nearly yelling over the wind which whistled as it went past. His eyes shuttered open and closed as the snowflakes tried to invade his body.
“Let me guess.” Diana glanced over at the scrawny body dangling naked from the tree. “She’s forty-something, has great kids and a husband…”
“Four kids, yeah.”
“Teacher, librarian or church secretary?”
Mike attempted a grin with the snow continuing to flog his lips. “Librarian, but she was an atheist.”
“And now she is dangling from a tree after being fucked to death by the biggest cock mankind has ever seen. What’s weirder about this one, Mike?” Diana’s mind shot back to Joseph in her bed when she got the call this morning. Diana had been riding mid-orgasm herself and somehow, just from the ring, she already knew what this was about. She felt horrible leaving the big man in that state, but he was such a nice guy and understood about duty not only calling, but getting in the middle of a good fuck. She would have to call him later this morning and see if they could finish her orgasm.
“Well, the time is weird.”
“Time? ‘Splain yourself, nerd.”
Mike chuckled. “Time of death puts us at thirteen hours.”
“Right.”
“The storm didn’t start until ten last night. Thirteen hours ago it was sunny and clear.”
Diana glanced around, much easier with her glasses playing defense against the attacking snow. “Too close to the road for this to have not been seen. Our time must be off.”
Mike shrugged.
“Or was she placed here? Dammit, man, you got me out of bed for this?”
“Beverly Devonshire, 53, mother of four and allegedly devoted wife that just celebrated her twenty-eighth anniversary with husband, Walter. Works at the library over at South Corner Mall and has been a model employee pretty much since they built it back in the late 70s.” Mike put his large beefy arm around her shoulders and pulled her close for some warmth as they walked towards his vehicle. “Can we talk in the van? Too fucking cold out here.”
Diana agreed and s
lipped her arm around the large techie to help warm him. She got in the passenger side as Mike walked around the black vehicle and got in. “So, thoughts?”
“Who was he?”
Diana blinked twice and smiled. “Who was who?”
Mike cocked his head, ever the father. “Please, woman, I have two teen girls at home. I can tell when I have interrupted them.”
“Joseph.”
Mike smiled. “Oh, good, you’re liking him, aren’t you? I knew you would finally find someone sooner or later.”
Rolling her eyes, she changed the subject, “Can we talk about the case?”
He sighed and the white breath filtered from his lips. “One other weird thing.”
“Okay?”
“Her knees are dirty.”
Diana shrugged. “Blowjobs aren’t as kinky as they once were, Mike.”
He laughed. “No, but none of the other victims had any traces of semen in their mouths. We’ll check her mouth when we get her to the lab and she may be the first to have blown the guy.”
VIII
Across Acadia Drive
He watched the police as they wandered about the park like rats in a maze. A maze he had created, but there was no cheese to be found. His chair was just far enough back from the window so that no one could get a glimpse of his pale skin.
He had not tried this so close to home before. Mostly he had left his prey in warehouses over near the airport, but this time he had craved a little more excitement. He remembered Beverly’s squeal of excitement as he began tearing at her clothes. With all the snow, it seemed unlikely that the police had found her shredded clothes yet.
She had dropped to her knees, naked in front of him, and taken his erection in her mouth. It was the first time he had experienced such and, from his enjoyment, it would not be the last. He was not certain what would happen had she finished him with her mouth but could not take that chance.
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