Sample – Rise of the F-Virus

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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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