Summary: A double 155-word mid-ep for Genderbender, Brother Andrew
POV,
in his room in the main house.
Rating: Strong NC-17
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This time, I touch her with intent. The effect on her is almost immediate.
Her eyes glaze and her mouth parts. Intoxicating, how her tongue peeks
out to lick her lower lip - I felt it viscerally.
No wonder Brother Marty
gave up everything. For this, I would too.
I watch as my enhanced pheromones rush into her body. How much of my
being
should I put into the chemicals? I don't want to sicken her, much
less kill her. No, she is too extraordinary a human
to squander. I recognize
her brilliance, even through the haze of my lust. I just want to overwhelm
her senses. For
just one stolen moment, I want to taste her ecstasy.
Seeing her knees weaken, I lower her to the bed and throw caution to the
wind. I put all of myself into the pheromones, knowing this leaves my
physical body empty, defenseless. Should her
partner find us now, he
could kill me easily. I no longer care.
A pesky little thought enters what is left of my mind: exactly who has
overwhelmed whom here?
As I sink beneath her skin, I hear her moan and whimper. I enter her
bloodstream,
swimming through her veins like a fish that escaped the
trawler's net, unsure what miracle afforded me this freedom, but
not
pausing to question divine providence. I just go -- as fast as I can -- in
sheer terror and joy.
What remains of consciousness inside my body feels her hips rise to rub
against mine. I hear her gasp softly, "God... Muld... Please." I settle my
body fully over her and feel her first
orgasm rise like a tsunami.
It takes my breath away.
...
My next conscious thought is of hitting the ground. I sink through the
dark
loamy soil, knowing exactly what happened.
She vomited me.
Humans and their poetic justice.
