Wilcox stayed mostly isolated, working tirelessly within his lab. His small frame and wiry look made me wonder what sort of girl he would become, even as I eased his door open and slipped inside, his back to me, hunched over his desk where his fingers hurried over the keyboard.
“Daniel,” I said, drawing his attention. I was worried that, even though I had reluctantly dressed myself, the physical changes would not go unnoticed. I thought I could restrain him, if I had to, and part of me hoped he fled, longed for the struggle that I would inevitably win.
“Hey, Robin,” he said and turned back to his laptop. “It’s nothing earth-shattering, but I think I’m starting to get a handle on the chemical process by which the virus changes its host. It’s really something, this thing.”
“Allen will be glad to hear progress,” I said, drawing nearer to him. I was focused on him intently, willing the pheromones I exuded o flow toward Wilcox, to fill his mouth and nose with my scent, to begin to learn the most important lesson of his lice – that I was something to be craved.
“Yeah,” he said, his head raising a little, staring at the whiteboard screwed into the cinderblock wall. His notations were scribbled in multi-colored marker, and it looked like he was staring at it, but I thought he might be looking at nothing at all, his mind growing foggier with each passing moment.
“Feeling alright, Daniel?” I asked, and even I could hear the sardonic smile in my voice. “Maybe you should stand up for a minute. You’re all hunched over and sagging in your chair.”
“Yeah,” he said hazily, arms pushing himself out of the chair, turning slowly toward me. He had on a tee shirt advertising some long-past rock band, his scraggly hair swept to the left of his face. Even behind his glasses, I could see that he was squinting, trying to piece his fragmented thoughts together.
“You should come closer. Let me hold you a minute, Daniel. Everything will be better.”
“Yeah,” he repeated, his feet moving of their own accord toward me as I spread my arms for him. The confusion on his face was almost laughable as I wrapped my arms around him, bathing him in my chemical scent. Ironic, as he was a chemist, I thought.
“Kiss me,” I said, and he turned his head up to me, leaning into the kiss I gave him, sliding my tongue over his lips as my hips began to sway against his. “Much better, isn’t it?”
He nodded after the kiss was done. I pictured him among my other conquests, Simmons and Roper, and, yes, even Melissa. Bowed before me. Huddled at my feet. It made me hard to think of it, and I was already loosening my belt when the realization washed over Daniel’s face. He suddenly knew what I was and what I was doing to him, and all that I could see beyond this knowledge was lust in his eyes. I felt it, too, a raw and electric thing. I fumbled with the pants, so I simply tore the button securing it free, relishing the sound of tearing fabric.
I placed a hand on his shoulder and he lowered under the slightest pressure from me, dropping to his knees where he would be eye-level with the phallus that had developed between my legs. I swept the shaggy hair back from his forehead, looking down at him with a compassionate gaze. He would be one of my new daughters, and I wanted him to enjoy his baptism as much as I would.
I dragged his lip down with my thumb, his jaw following until he was sitting on his knees with his mouth open and waiting. I drew him close and his lips formed an ‘O’ as my cock moved past the soft lips and into the dark heat of his mouth. Though I had been reluctant to engage in such a thing in my former life, I know understood fully the appeal of the blowjob. Wilcox was running his tongue along my shift as it filled his mouth, and the combination of heat and moisture and just a hint of suction made me sigh with pleasure.
He must have taken my sigh as a sign of encouragement, and he redoubled hi efforts, sucking me in deeper. I wondered idly if he had ever tasted a cock in his mouth before, but it mattered little. Soon, this is what he would be, a toy for my amusement, a slave that I may breed or take in any manner I see fit. For his service, I would give him purpose.
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