The adventures of grave, p.41
The Adventures of Grave, page 41
“I don’t think it’s a monster,” she wasn’t disagreeing with me, just trying to start a conversation.
“How so?” I was interested to see her take.
“The hydra is an animal. It’s simply its nature to find shelter, find food . . . reproduce,” she got tongue tied on the last one. “It also just happens to have an incredible survival mechanism. Chop of one of its heads, and two more take its place. It’s really fascinating.”
“Didn’t it eat whole villages?” I wasn’t up to date on my Greek mythology, but that sounded like what a creature like that would do.
“There are some academics out there that think this isn’t the first time the NCV has hit the planet, it was just more widespread because our population was so much higher, concentrated, and the effects of globalism,” she explained. “If that’s the case, then all these ancient pantheons might have just been Neohumans playing god. Monsters like the hydra, Pegasus, and chimera – not the one who held an entire city hostage until it granted him an honorary Ph.D. – might have been ancient splices,” she mused. “Neohumans have changed a lot about how we look at history, the world, society, and culture. NCV changed so much.”
“Does it change what a monster is?” I asked, all too mindful of what her answer could mean for our future.
I didn’t think I was a monster, but I had the capacity to be. I was sure anyone did. If a person was threatened. If a person they loved was in danger, or they were trying to provide for their own; I had no problem seeing regular people doing monstrous things. The fact of the matter was that you didn’t need powers to slaughter people. Terrorists and dictators had been doing it just fine for centuries before the Bad Times.
“Maybe . . . and maybe not,” her face was pensive. “I would have to know the creature’s motivations. That’s what really matters. Anything, or anyone, can do the wrong thing for the right reason; and that might make it a lot less wrong. Maybe even right.”
“Wow,” I looked back up at the sky. “That was deep.”
She laughed, and I couldn’t help but smile like I’d won the lottery.
“I didn’t bring up the hydra to talk about monsters, splices, and ancient Neohumans; you’ve probably had enough of that for one day. It’s just the biggest constellation in the sky; so, it’s a good place to start.”
I nodded, and bent down to get my first look through the scope. Like most things with Gabi, the telescope was more than it appeared. She’d done some upgrades. It still showed a picture-perfect view of the night sky, but once it detected my eye, it began to trace lines between the visible constellations.
“So cool,” I grinned as the hydra was flushed out. Then other constellations started to come into focus. Hell, I didn’t know half of them; but soon there was a tapestry of images in the sky above me.
I was so engrossed in my viewing that I didn’t notice Gabi’s motions until she was halfway through them. Last I remembered, she’d yawned as I star gazed; arms stretched overhead. She touched her far shoulder with her arm closest to me, and then her near shoulder. My first inclination that something was going on was when I felt her hand graze my shoulder closest to her.
“Is she pulling The Move on me?” I had time to wonder before her hand finally came to rest on my far shoulder.
I’d learned The Move back in middle school. I’m pretty sure every guy had. A vivid memory popped into my head of me pulling it out for the red-haired, brown-eyed, developed-early, hottest girl in Seventh Grade: What’s-Her-Face. That was where my memory failed me, but I still remembered the brutal sting of rejection. It had been harsh for twelve-year-old me to fail like that, but Gabi and I weren’t twelve. I had no problem with her putting her arm around me. It felt a little strange that I hadn’t been the one to make the move. Plus, she was a lot shorter and skinnier than me; so, she was stretched to the max to make it work.
I could feel the tension in her body as she braced for me to reject her, and I had to fight back a momentary surge of anger at any guys, or girls, who’d turned down the attentions of such a wonderful woman. I stayed completely relaxed, and even leaned a little into her as I figured out my next move. It didn’t take me long to see the logical conclusion of where this was headed.
Slowly, I sat up straight. Her arm nearly slipped off me despite my slow movement, and her fingers dug into my shirt to get some purchase. I turned to look at her, and her face looked like it was on the verge of going Mount Vesuvius; she was blushing so hard.
“I’m sorry, I . . .” she tried to remove it, but I didn’t let her.
Slowly, I leaned forward, and pressed my lips to hers. She was stunned at first, and it felt like I was kissing a statue; but slowly, she came back to life. Her lips puckered against mine, and her mouth slowly opened to accept my probing tongue. Her arm on my shoulder quickly transformed into a hug as she pressed herself against me. Within seconds, we’d both completely forgotten about the telescope and the brilliant night sky.
I inhaled her. Every fabric of her being. My hands started to roam, and she took the cue to do the same.
“Dios mio,” she mumbled as we took a second to catch our breaths, and she ran her hands over my chest.
Two days, and I’d magically packed on the mass I’d lost while in the ground. Since I wasn’t eating more than a regular, superhuman guy, there might actually be a magical component to it.
She barely had time to get those two words out before our tongues tangoed again. Slowly, we fell back so we were laying on the blanket. My head hit the little pillow she’d made, and that’s when I realized this had been the plan all along. Ramona had known, which was why she hadn’t tagged along. Hell, she’d been doing sensuous stretching and yoga all day to build me up to this. I’d been lured by a pretty smile and the promise of some star gazing for beach sex.
Tonight might be one of the best nights of my life.
“She could have asked,” I’d been taking it slow with Gabi. She wasn’t Ramona, but now that I knew what she wanted, there was no reason to go slow anymore.
Gabi wasn’t much for talking during the action, but her hands did enough communicating. As we continued to make out on our sides, her hands went to my pants. She fumbled with them, and tried to yank them down, but they were stuck on my hip. I raised myself up to give her a hand, but then they got stuck on my dick. My huge, rock-hard, ready-to-fuck dick. I assisted by grabbing my shaft and pulling it to the side so she could maneuver my pants down enough so she could get at my package.
With some gentle pressure she rolled me onto my back, and got up onto her knees next to me. We were beyond words at this point, but I saw the trepidation on her face. She’d seen me before, but that was from across the room. It was another thing to have my one-eyed snake looking her right in the face.
She exhaled shakily as she took hold of my shaft and gave it an experimental pump. I groaned in appreciation, and that gave her the confidence to continue. She set a gradual pace, and quickly realized she needed both of her hands to really massage my cock the way she wanted. It felt fucking awesome. I loved it when a beautiful woman gave me a handjob, but I could see the indecision on her face to take it farther. She licked her lips, trying to figure out how she was going to fit my engorged member into her petite mouth.
I didn’t want her overthinking things. She just needed to let go, and I knew exactly how to make that happen. I slowly rose up from lying down, applied my own subtle pressure, and pushed her down onto her back.
“W . . . wait,” she never let go of my dick, so the maneuver was a little awkward, but my size gave me a greater range of motion. “This isn’t . . .”
“Shhh,” I shushed her as I gripped the waist of her pants and slowly shimmied them down her thighs.
“Oh,” she sighed, as my fingers grazed her flesh, and I felt goosebumps. I wasn’t sure if it was from the chill, or me.
I pulled her legs vertical so I could slip her pants off her feet, but I held them there once I discarded the fabric. I ran my hand down her entire leg, memorized her tanned skin, and kissed my way north. She giggled a little when my lips met her calf. When they moved to above her knee, she was trembling with anticipation. By the time I reached her upper, inner thigh, she’d started to moan. Then, I was at the promised land.
Gabi’s pussy was dripping wet and ready. Her panties had come off with her pants, so she was bare before me. A small landing strip of brown hair was all that was down there as my tongue stretched out to taste her.
“This wasn’t the plaaaaaaaan,” she inhaled sharply as my tongue teased her clit.
I smiled at her appreciative noises and went to work. Within minutes, her juices covered my face, and I had her panting like she’d just run a marathon. Her hand had slipped down and tangled itself in my hair, and her thighs had clamped down on either side of my head. She wasn’t letting me go anytime soon.
Faster than I anticipated, sweet release poured out of her. She threw her head back so it smacked against the blanket, and her legs shuddered from where they’d secured my face to her sex. She wasn’t a squirter, but some of her juices leaked onto my chin as my tongue darted furiously across her southern lips as she rode out her orgasm.
As the ecstasy faded, she plopped onto the ground, her legs releasing me from their stranglehold, as her still-clothed chest rose and fell rapidly.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” she tried to catch her breath, as I pulled myself up along her body, trailing kisses across her flat stomach.
My hand grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to bring it up; exposing her breasts. Gabi wasn’t Ramona, but that wasn’t a bad thing. I was sure size was a thing for post-Bad Times girls, as much as it had been for guys before. Don’t get me wrong, size was nice, but Gabi’s weren’t too big, or two small; they were just the right size for me to play with.
My hand brushed her tanned lumps of perky flesh, and I pinched her nipple lightly. She couldn’t take the pressure an enhanced Neohuman could, but her moan said she still appreciated it.
My lips continued north until they found her nipple. My tongue darted across it, and then my teeth. She ran her fingernails across my back and made clearly-enjoyable noises. I gave her breasts the attention they deserved, before slipping her shirt off her head. Her expression was still a little dazed, as my eyes finally met hers.
“That wasn’t how this was supposed to go,” she stated.
“Are you complaining?” I asked, as I maneuvered myself between her legs.
“No,” her eyes widened as my tip brushed her folds. “Gentle. Please,” she pleaded.
I brought my hand up to cup the side of her face, and used the other to stabilize my shaft as I started to push into her. I took it slow, and quickly found a patch of resistance. Gabi winced as I put pressure on it, but didn’t say to stop. I kept pushing forward until it ruptured. Gabi cried out, eyelids trembling, as she turned her face into my hand. I cuddled her as much as I could, and held myself still. I gave her the time she needed to recover.
Her breast rose and fell as she breathed through the pain, and then, after some amount of time, nodded for me to continue.
I continued my forward movement. Every primal desire in me demanded I thrust forward, and bury myself into her up to my hilt; but that would hurt the woman below me. Everything about her was small and petite. I was not.
“I didn’t know guys were this big,” her voice was strained as I finally started to pull back, “I was pretty sure porn was half special effects,” she groaned as I moved forward again.
“You watch porn?” I chuckled.
“Not a lot, and not nearly as much as Ramona; but I haven’t not seen it,” she inhaled at the end as I pushed a little deeper into her.
In reply, I bent forward and kissed her. I kept my thrusts slow so she could get used to me, and after a short amount of time, I felt her body relax and accept me fully.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she moaned as I finally bottomed out in her, and my tip ended up halfway up her fallopian tubes.
Now that I’d forged the path, I picked up the pace a tad. Our tongues danced until I finally found her G-spot. Then, she bit down hard on my lip. Thank God I had an enhanced Neohuman’s durability, or she might have bitten right through me. Instead, it was a little dose of pain with my pleasure, that only heightened the experience.
Now that I knew where to go, I adjusted my position and started to thrust in earnest. I slid in and out of her, my dick drenched in her cream, almost to the point I could hear the slap slap slap of flesh-on-flesh.
“I’m cumming again,” she gasped into my mouth, as I felt her tunnel spasm and clench around my cock.
“Uh,” I grunted as she became unbelievably tight. I rode out her orgasm and tried to fight down the tingling sensation of my own orgasm trying to fight its way out of my balls.
She still had my lip like a dog with a rawhide, and only released it, with a sigh of utter content, as she came down from her orgasm. With my own climax pushed back, I leveraged her ankles up onto my shoulders, and prepared to resume thrusting into her.
“I want to be on top,” she blurted, and I stopped mid hump.
“Okay, sure,” it wasn’t an unreasonable request; so, I pulled myself out of her, and shivered as the chilly air replaced her pussy’s damp warmth.
She guided me down and around so I laid on my back; with my cock upright, pulsing, and waiting as she climbed on top of me. Even though she’d already taken my whole cock inside her, and cum all over it, she looked down with trepidation as she planted her feet and positioned herself above me. She placed her hands on my chest, and slowly eased herself down onto me.
“Ahhhh,” she groaned, her mouth open in an O-shape, and her eyes a little cross-eyed as she sank all the way onto my shaft, and my tip hit her cervix. “It’s so good. Just lay there,” she regained a little composure and smiled down at me with the sexiest look I’d ever seen plastered all over her face. “I’ll take care of you.”
I nodded, transfixed by her sudden confidence, and did exactly what she said. With the help of her hands and feet, she pulled most of the way out of me, and slowly lowered herself back down a second time. She was tentative at first, but as her tunnel stretched to accommodate me in the new position, she grew bolder.
The Gabi I knew was calm, collected, and precise in everything she did. That Gabi vanished as she rode my dick. I watched as she flexed her stomach to drive herself harder and harder onto my shaft. One of her hands left my chest and reached back to balance on my quad; but first, it made a pit stop at my balls. Her fingernails teasing my berries made me groan appreciatively, and I reached up to engage in round two with her tits.
We’d officially moved on from making love on a moonlit beach . . . to fucking. Each of her downward drops was accompanied by a outrush of air and a moan. Sometimes she yelled out in pleasure as I slammed into her just right, and sometimes it sounded like she was speaking in tongues. No matter what her reaction was as she bounced up and down on my crotch; each time she did that, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the end.
I didn’t even think about it. I was completely engrossed by her face as she fucked me. The fluttering of her eyelids. The way the moonlight caught the sweat on her brow and chest. The way her tits bounced up and down when I didn’t have a handful of them. The way her legs trembled from the strain, and the grip of her hands on my chest once she’d given my balls their due. Each time my tip hit her cervix, the closer I edged toward the end; and I sure as shit never wanted this to end.
The stars, the moonlight, and the slow, sensual, incredibly intimate sex – that had devolved into a trip to pound town – was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Sure, I’d fucked women before . . . a lot if my memories served me correctly, but not like this. I felt the connection between us deepen and grow as the minutes passed. I wanted her first time to be everything she wanted it to be, and from the sweaty O-face she gave me as her third orgasm ripped through her, I’d done just that.
By the time it was my turn, she was more mindless animal than genius mad-scientist.
“A lady in the streets. A freak in the sheets,” I thought, as I tried to distract myself from the inevitable.
She pulled her hand off my chest to pull back her hair. It was matted to her forehead in some places. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing hard. I didn’t think she had much left in her. She’d already slipped off the bottoms of her feet, and was grinding me more than bouncing up and down. Up to this point, I’d followed her instructions to lay there while she took care of me. Now it was my turn.
“I’m gonna cum!” I yelled out to her.
Where Ramona had wanted to get a money-shot to the face, Gabi was the opposite.
“Cum inside me,” she picked up her grinding pace. “Please, fill . . .” she never got to finish.
I thrusted up as biology demanded I bury myself as deep inside her as possible. She’d also taken the moment to start bouncing up and down on my cock again. My upward thrust met her downward drop and she gasped as my dick gut-punched her. I’d basically knocked the wind out of her, but I was too far gone. I couldn’t stop. I kept thrusting up and up as I felt the pressure build in my balls until it reached critical mass, and I exploded inside her.
Cum spewed out of me with the force of an enhanced Neohuman. Gabi’s eyes went wide as her whole body jerked as ribbon after ribbon assaulted her womb. She threw her head back, arched her back, thrusted her breasts up toward the sky, and screamed as my spunk triggered her fourth orgasm. My eyes were locked on her when it happened; and the sight only made me cum harder.
Her feet left the ground as my hands gripped her thighs and leveraged her up into the air. I wasn’t completely conscious of my actions, but I was pretty sure the only parts of me currently touching the ground were the back of my head and the heels of my feet.
I stayed like that as my balls drained into her, and then for a little bit afterward because she was twitching in the air, on my dick, and it looked hot as hell.
