Deadly Pleasure: 2 (Mercy)

by Lexxie Couper

  His stare slid back to her face and a very small grin played with his mouth. “I am—or was—a chr’nos. I was trained to destroy any who aggressively threatened the temporal and dimensional weave of those combined threads. Rogue dimensional marauders who would alter the weave for their own gain. I can Call any number of my own parallel existences to my current temporal plane.” An unreadable look crossed his face. “It makes me a very effective, very efficient killer.”

  An effective, efficient killer? Falynn had never heard such an understatement. A chill rippled her flesh as she thought of all the times during her training that Thanatos had seemingly defied physics, so fast in his attack he was a continuous blur. So quick at times he couldn’t be seen to move at all.

  It explained the unexplainable. It also made her sex flutter with dark excitement.

  “So the Corvan behind me is…”

  “The Unit Zero assassin who continues to fuck you—has fucked you for three delicious years—on another plane,” the man in question whispered in her ear.

  A shiver rippled through Falynn and she twisted, trying to see that man. The cuffs cut into her wrists and she stopped, turning back to the Corvan before her. He stroked his thumbs over her ankles, the leather of her boots doing nothing to shield her flesh from the promise of his touch. “He is just as real as I am. A little less refined perhaps; in his own temporal dimension he is, after all, still a UZ assassin, but just as aroused by your absolutely delicious body. Just as turned on by your highly vulnerable situation.”

  As if to illustrate the statement, the Corvan pressed to her back hooked his fingers into her suit’s sliced opening and tore it completely apart, abruptly exposing her cunt to the den’s cool artificial air.

  She bucked, the killer in her fighting against the hot wave of rapture boiling through her body at such an aggressive disrobing. How dare he? How dare they? She tried to lash out with her feet, but the Corvan of her time just gripped them tighter, holding her still as his other parted her damp folds with his fingers and plunged them into her tight channel.

  Before she could stop herself, she arched her back, pushing her sex toward his ungentle penetrations, her eyelids fluttering closed.

  A barely audible chuckle sounded in the room and she opened her eyes, glaring at the man between her legs. Was it he who’d laughed, or his twin?

  Does it matter? Kiirs, Falynn. You are about to be fucked by not one, but two—

  “You don’t know how hard it was to not Call the last time we made love,” the Corvan before her suddenly stated. His silver stare locked on her face, even as his heat threaded up her legs to the junction of her thighs, well and truly sodden from the talented fingers exploring her cunt. “When two Phase exist in one temporal plane, the combined experiences—both sensory and physical—are felt by all versions.”

  The Corvan behind her squeezed her breast, massaging its heavy swell as his lips and teeth skimmed the outer curve of her ear. “It makes for the most intense sexual encounter. Remember how good it felt when we fucked? Imagine that, Proserpina. Imagine that one amazing orgasm claiming your body with the force of two.” His tongue dipped into her ear. “Or three.” He flicked her nipple. “Or four.”

  Falynn’s cunt contracted at the idea and she choked back a moan of sheer rapture, her pussy squeezing his delving fingers even as she tried to control her aroused whimper.

  Corvan’s grip on her ankles grew fierce. Almost painful. “Rutting like the two brutal killers we are. A climax so forceful it would have torn the temporal plane.”

  His other withdrew the fingers in her sex and pinched her clit. Once. Twice. Explosive pain and excruciating pleasure tore through her and she bucked, cream flooding her cunt. Without warning, he drove two fingers back into her pussy, wriggling them deeper, deeper. He pressed the pad of his thumb to the puckered opening of her ass, pushing slightly until the whimper she’d fought so hard to suppress slipped from her lips. Kiirs, how was she to fight this?

  “I wanted to Call more than one of my dimensional existences and drown in the pleasure you created in us all,” Corvan claimed, as calm and composed as always. It was only the bunching of his jaw that said he too fought for control. That, and the tight grip he kept on her ankles.

  His twin’s breath tickled her ear, her neck. His fingers plunged in and out of her sopping sex, his hand squeezing and massaging her swollen breasts in unison with his pumping fingers.

  “I wanted to possess you, dominate you in time never ending,” Corvan continued, his stare still fixed on her eyes, his hands slowly, slowly spreading her legs farther apart with each word passing his lips. “For the last three years, I’ve cursed myself for not doing so.”

  A blur of color and indistinct form the same size as Corvan shimmered in the space beside him, impossible to track with her eyes. A disembodied voice she knew well murmured something she couldn’t decipher, as if a ghost of time had spoken, followed immediately by a low, thick click.

  Falynn sucked in a sharp breath, sensing the spatial distortion she felt sure was another Corvan. She jerked her head right then left, feeling as if she were moving in slow motion, cunt constricting as she looked at one leg, then the other…

  Two more chains hung from the long bar fixed to the ceiling, each length terminating in a wide metal band encircling her ankles. She was completely shackled. Suspended waist-height above the floor, wrists bound, legs spread. Defenseless and vulnerable. Two states of being she’d never been before.

  Her stare snapped back to the Corvan standing between her spread legs, her pulse an insane beat in her neck.

  He regarded her with smoldering eyes, his hands no longer gripping her ankles but instead loosely cupping the smooth curves of her calves, burning her flesh through the thin leather of her boots.

  “Ready?” the Corvan behind her whispered, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. He massaged her clit, sending a jolt of heat into her core, and she gasped, the sound aggressive and submissive at once.

  Corvan—her time Corvan—chuckled. He slid his palms up her legs, charting her knees, gaze holding her motionless as surely as the metal shackles held her prisoner.

  Falynn’s heart hammered. Her mouth went dry. She stared at him, rolling her hips into the other’s plunging fingers even as she felt Corvan’s hips brush the smooth, tense flesh of her inner thighs.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue now, Proserpina,” he stated. “I’m going to bring you to climax with my mouth as my dimensional other fucks your ass with his fingers.”

  “And when that climax is at its peak,” the Corvan pressed to her back stated just as calmly, just as matter-of-factly, his fingers driving in and out, in and out of her cream-slicked pussy, “I am going to bury my cock in your tight, wet hole as my chr’nos twin buries his cock in your tight, wet cunt, and we’ll fuck you until you’re screaming our name so loud your throat feels torn.”

  The absolute arrogance of the statement was too much for Falynn. Pumped and plundered by fingers full of wicked talent, her sex contracted, the brutal orgasm racing through her with the devastating force of an exploding quasar.

  She thrashed in her chains, riding the savage eruption as she choked back whimper after whimper of raw pleasure, her cunt squeezing the fingers in her sex with powerful pulses that made her whole body shudder.

  Corvan’s nostrils flared as his hands came to rest high on her inner thighs. “Perfect.”

  The word caressed her flayed senses like a velvet whip, before, with that same unnatural speed she’d always admired, he dropped to his knees and closed his lips around her clit.

  * * * * *

  [remote host initializing connection]

  [remote connection established]

  [switching to command override mode]

  [commence download strategic mission program]

  [error…uplink terminated]

  [remote host reinitializing connection]

  [remote connection established]

>   [switching to command override mode]

  [error…uplink terminated]

  [initializing E.S.O.U.L reboot]

  [E.S.O.U.L online]

  Forty-Two opened his eyes and straightened, the artificial pulse in his throat rapid. An unknown remote source had reactivated him and tried to override his internal command program, but which one? And why? Was it Falynn?

  Apparently he’d been unceremoniously shoved into a dark corner of the bar, and he scanned the drinking, dancing and copulating patrons of the rowdy establishment, searching for her. She was not present in the crowd. Nor was the tall bouncer with the silver eyes and unusual bio-rhythms who had deactivated him.

  His chest grew tight, a surge of hot anger and deep concern charging his positronic matrix. The expression on Falynn’s face when she’d first seen the bouncer left little doubt in Forty-Two’s processing unit who he was—Unit Zero Agent Thanatos.

  The shock and primal desire in her eyes said it all.

  Switching his visual scan to read thermal waves, his gaze tracked Falynn’s heat signature to The Steam’s main entryway. The fading colors rippling the air made his chest squeeze tighter. She had been gone for sixty-seven point four five minutes.

  Sixty-seven point four five minutes possibly in the hands of the most efficient, brutal and successful assassin the GU and Unit Zero had ever employed.

  Sixty-seven point four five minutes possibly in the arms of the one man capable of destroying her control.

  Another surge of hot anger scalded through Forty-Two’s circuits, pushing his E.S.O.U.L into unknown parameters. His fists clenched, and for point zero zero one second, his primary program—combat mode—activated. The indestructible metal exo-battle armor concealed beneath his artificial flesh began to deploy, singeing the back of his neck as it sliced free of its living camouflage.

  He swiftly shut down the unexpected, unplanned reaction, an immediate rerouting of code and command deactivating the armor’s deployment. Until he knew what situation Falynn was in, he needed to maintain his human appearance. Slashing his skin to ribbons with interlocking metal plates because he was jealous wouldn’t help her if she needed him to continue his current façade.

  Without pausing for anyone in his way—who was going to cause trouble for a seven-foot man who looked like he could fold you in two with just his little fingers?—he brutally shoved his way across the crowded dance floor and exited the bar, scanning sensors locked on Falynn’s heat signature.

  He had to find her. Before Thanatos could kill her.

  Or worse. Kiss her.

  * * * * *

  The exquisite pleasure-pain was absolute. Falynn ground her teeth, throwing back her head into the hard, muscled shoulder behind her. Corvan’s dimensional twin took full advantage of her position and captured her neck with his mouth, sucking with brutal greed on the curve where her neck became her collarbone, squeezing and molding her breast with equal force. His fingers continued to work her sex, delving and wriggling into her sodden folds even as Corvan sucked and nibbled on her clit.

  Another wave of concentrated pleasure took her and she gnashed her teeth together. Incinerating sensations consumed her, radiating from her sex and her neck, rolling through her body to collide and converge in her very core. The gripping pulses of her sudden orgasm still lingered between her spread legs, pulses now being fed and nourished by the two men worshipping her body. Tension—squirming, molten, prickling tension—began building again, tingling in her spine, the soles of her feet. She rammed her hips forward, harder against Corvan’s mouth and his dimensional twin’s hand. The chains suspending her from the ceiling swung with her motion, adding to the sublime pressure in her dripping cunt.

  A gasp escaped her, raw and protracted. The Corvan at her neck showed his appreciation of the sound by pinching her nipple and biting her flesh. The Corvan between her thighs showed his by suckling with greater force on her clit.

  Falynn bucked again, thrashing in her chains, having never felt so thoroughly used and revered at once. The hand on her breast worked her nipple, twisting and flicking and pinching; the mouth on her neck scored a hot, wet line from jaw to ear and back; the mouth on her pussy drank her flowing juices, the tongue dipping into her folds before returning to her throbbing clit.

  Kiirs. Yes. The cry rose in Falynn’s throat, threatening to burst from her lips. She caught it—just—squeezing her eyes shut and sinking her nails into her palms instead.

  “Don’t fight it,” Corvan’s twin whispered in her ear, cupping her breast. “Remember your screams of abandon and release the last time we fucked. Remember how good they felt.” He slid his fingers from her pussy, stroking them over the puckered hole of her anus. She felt her flesh grow damp, painted with her own cream by the man’s fingers, and a shudder of anticipation surged through her.

  He pressed against her opening, pushing into her ass just as Corvan pushed into her cunt with his tongue. The duel penetration was exquisite. Falynn whimpered, bowing her back. Kiirs, she was on fire. She rolled her hips, wanting the two men—the one man twice—to fill her. She’d never wanted to be invaded, taken, so badly. Every molecule of her body ached for release.

  Another whimper slipped from her parted lips. Louder.

  “Yes,” Corvan said softly against her sex, his breath on her flushed, swollen pussy lips an inescapable, divine torture.

  “Yes,” his other echoed, his slowly penetrating finger sending wave after wave of pure elemental pleasure into her core.

  “Yes,” she moaned, drowning in the tension of her rising orgasm. “Oh Kiirs, yes!” She curled her hands around the chains attached to her wrist cuffs and rolled her hips, unable to stop the urgent need to join the rhythm set by Corvan and his twin. She drew her knees up as far as the chains allowed, spreading her legs wider, granting the mouth on her sex and the finger in her ass greater, deeper access.

  Wet rapture crashed through her. The tingle in the soles of her feet became a burn, the itch in her spine an inferno. She curled her toes, throwing her head back to cry out silently as one spasm after another rocked her body.

  And just when she felt sure she could take no more, when her body had reached its limits of pleasure, Corvan snapped to his feet, curled his fingers into her hips and sank his thick, long cock into her cunt.

  At the exact moment, his twin withdrew his finger from her ass and replaced it with his cock.

  The sensation of being filled completely was immediate and mind-blowing. Their two shafts stretched her to the limit, a stinging pain so wonderful and erotic she finally cried out. The raw sound bounced off the sex-den’s walls, came back to her and fed her lust. A shudder racked her, and her pussy and ass squeezed tight. Fresh cream gushed, slicking Corvan’s cock as it thrust in and out of her cunt, and drenching his twin’s balls as they slapped against her ass cheeks.

  Another cry burst from her throat. Louder. She bucked, the never-ending pulses of her orgasm growing stronger, stronger. When Corvan lowered his head and took one stiff nipple in his mouth, biting it with savage force as his twin pinched her other, she had no choice but to cry out again. “Kiirs, yes!”

  The two Corvans pumped into her harder, faster, possessing her totally. Suckling and biting and squeezing her breasts as they drove into her again and again and again. The feel of their ramrod lengths pressing and sliding together through the thin wall of her sex stole her breath. Made her giddy. Commanded climax after climax. Her breaths grew shallow, rapid. She was sure she was going to hyperventilate, but couldn’t stop. Control deserted her. She writhed in her chains, burning and drowning at once. Incapable of doing anything except become lost in the pure, concentrated pleasure owning her. Claiming her.

  “Oh, fuck me.” Her moan sounded more like a shout but she couldn’t hold back. Not anymore. When it felt like she was going to die from sensory overload, what else could she do but voice her last wish? “Fuck me harder. Harder. Harder!”

  They did exactly as she demanded, penetrating her wi
th such force her cunt clamped down on Corvan’s cock; her ass, around the cock of his dimensional other. Each worshipped her breasts, her throat, her neck with their mouths. Each continued to drive into her, their strokes becoming wilder, faster. She felt their cocks pulse. She opened her eyes and stared blindly at the ceiling, seeing nothing, feeling everything, no longer Falynn Mavek but a creature created by Corvan Jareth. A creature of pleasure absolute.

  Corvan’s other came first, hot cum erupting from his cock’s distended tip. She felt it fill her ass. Felt its liquid warmth squeeze from her opening as his strokes became erratic.

  “Oh fuck!” he roared, nails digging into her hips, cutting into her flesh.

  Her Corvan crashed into her, his climax claiming him with immediate force, turning his rhythm to powerful convulsions and his low moans to a roar equal to his twin’s. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

  The frenzied conviction and surrender in his cry pushed Falynn completely over the already shattered edge of restraint. She arched, her final orgasm an explosion of rapture and carnal delight. Destroying the last threads of her control without remorse.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, riding them both, dying, only to be reborn in the scorching pleasure consuming her. “Fuck me, Corvan. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  * * * * *

  Forty-Two stood motionless in the passageway, stare fixed on the closed door before him. He didn’t need his highly tuned artificial aural sensors to hear Falynn’s screams. Her voice, thick and raw with complete release, carried through the sex-den’s insulated metal panel.

  “Fuck me, Corvan. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  Corvan.

  Thanatos.

  The ghost he’d been competing with since his resurrection.

  An explosion of electrical impulses surged through Forty-Two’s positronic matrix and for a split moment, not even one millionth of a second, he wanted to blast away the door with his built-in deax gun and rip Falynn’s heart from her—