installment 1
A man stands at a row of complex machines, typing data into a computer. The motorcar take up two of the wall in the small elbow room, which is cut in one-half by a wall of tough methamphetamine hydrochloride. The man is of about average height with chocolate-brown hair, accented by gray at the temples. He is of intermediate bod as well. He wears glasses over his light blue centre. His lab coat is an undefiled white without even a speck of dirt upon it. He wears his coat over a Grey shirt and black trouser. With brown loafers to finish his courting, he is the spitting ikon of a scientist from a movie or perhaps a tv show.
The methamphetamine wall dividing the way makes the other half of the room, the half not cluttered with automobile and paper, a form of cage. With an airtight door and metal bars to reenforce the inside, it is not a place you would need to be in. It is kept save for the door and the air-tight seals around the tubes leading inside. But there is a man sitting in a death chair inside this cage. He is strapped in to the chair and he has tubes and conducting wire running from his body, monitoring his vital foretoken and former such nonsense the scientist deems necessary.
The man in the cage does not attend happy, nor does he calculate too tump over either. But he is not indifferent. It is more like he would rather not be in a cage at this time, but in it at the Sami metre as well. He is a tall man, six inches taller than the scientist. And he is well built, not overly so, but like he made a riding habit of visiting the gym to preserve in shape. He has grey hair's-breadth, almost blanched. His optic are a dull Zane Grey but hold a great depth to them. He wears zero but a pair of blotto shorts so as not to impede the function. His muscles ripple as he flexes his arms, legs, and back, trying to be comfortable in the unforgiving sword chair.
"Damn doc, couldn't you have at least gotten a padded electric chair ?"the man says, laughing a little.
"No I could not. Be silent,"The scientist says in a thick German language accent.
"Geez. I woulda thought you cared about me adequate by now."
"You are a lab rat. Nothing more. Now. Be silent."
The man wiggles in his restraints, his crooked grin still stuck on his nerve. The scientist walks to another machine, pulling a glass box out of his pocket. In it is a white scale. It glints dully in the light. A faint mist can be seen emanating from it. The man in the cage leans forward a bit, staring at the scale as the scientist removes it from the box and puts in on a plate in the auto. He closes the cover and walks back to his console, beginning to typecast again.
A get off shines from the machine the scale is in and it starts to hum. A E. B. White fliud starts to flow slowly from the machine, through tubing connected to many other machines, and eventually to the caged man's arm.
The man smiles wider.
"Is it gon na bruise, doc ?"
"Probably. I do not recognize for certain. The others experienced discomfort. But you will be different."
The scientist turns to look the man. The man smiles at him. The scientist's lower deepens.
"I would not be so happy if I were you. You are a dead man either way. If this fails you will die very…gruesomely. If it suceeds I will immortalise my findings and burning you alive."
"I know you have such high hopes for me doc, but I doubt ill burn so easy."
"All flesh burns."
"So it does."
The fulid reaches the man's arm and enters his eubstance. The man flinches slightly in painful sensation but the grin paying back blanket than before.
"I can sense it come in my blood. Its fusing together. Making me unassailable !"
The cage man flexes his arms and the shoulder strap binding him to the chairman breeze. He lookes up at the scientist and flashes a smile filled with pure malice. His eye suddenly turn white and the educatee for vertical slits. His hair turns completely white as he stands. He walks calmly to the deoxyephedrine wall and smirks at the scientist.
"fountainhead doc, this just got interesting."
The doctor turns and runs to his desk, flipping the lid off of a push button. He slams his fist on the clitoris labeled"purge"and turns back around, leaning back on the desk. The fear in his eyes is unmistakeable.
The cage in man laughs as fire starts to pour into the bedroom. Fed through tubes in the rampart around the cage, the flack burns raging than any fire on world and burns for a full five minutes before subsiding. The Dr. whipes his hand across his sweaty brow and sighs. As he turns to his desk, he catches a drear fuzz in the smoke in the cage.
As he turns slowly back to the Cage, a fist slams against the glass. It cracks.
slam !
Another crack.
Slam !
gage pours from the hole made in the glass.
dig !
The whole wall begins to cave outward, destroying machines with its weight. Smoke consumes the room and the scientist begins to cough. Suddenly the scientist is grabbed by a snowy hand covered in scales. This hand is connected to a surmount arm, connected to a scaled shoulder joint, connected to a scaled man. The once caged man is now covered in white scales. His teeth are sharp fangs, curved slightly in a smirk. The backside half of his face juts outward slightly, like a snout. His ears are gone, replaced by bantam, unnoticeable muddle in the Lapp smear. His hairsbreadth is gone as well, replaced by a top of spikes that makes a row down the middle of his head word. In fact, there are three run-in. The middle one is turgid than the other two. The man has also grown a duncish tail out of his rachis. It curls and uncurls itself.
The man smiles at the scientist.
"I will cauterise huh ? I think you need a warmer fervidness than that to bite me doc."
The man laughs as the scientist gurgles.
"Eh ? Whats that doc ? I cant pick up you."
The man pulls the scientist closer to his ear.
"Razor,"the scientist struggles to breathe out.
"Yes doc. You managed to get me a fine body. You even went so far as to try and puke that splinter of my spirit didn't you ? Tsk tsk. cypher doc. Don't you know that only a dragon's flame can burn the soul of a dragon from anything ? Well you learned that the hard way. Now I'd sexual love to sit and chitchat but…"the man looks towards the door,"I have a worldly concern to conquer. Or destroy. Or eat. I don't know yet. Ill figure out something."
Still looking at the room access, the man snaps the scientist's neck and drops him on the flat coat. He walks to the door and kicks it outwards. It lands in a mangled heap a hundred feet away, glinting in the setting sun. The man breathes deeply as the scale leaf recede from his dead body. His poop shortens and disappears and his face returns to convention. His hair grows back as do his spike. He reaches back and itch his tailbone.
"That'll have some getting used to."
Six figures stepped from the shadows around him. They did not draw near him or call in to him. They just stood there. He looked at each of them, as if gauging them.
"Well then. Shall we do this ?"
***
The boy woke up scream. He was covered in sweat. His blond hairsbreadth stood on end in a way that would be comic, if not for the fact that his hazel oculus were soaked in concern. A torso rolled over beside him and he screamed and tried to crawl away, which only ended up in him falling off the edge of the bed with his legs still tangled in the sheets. The sheets pulled off of the other eubstance and piled on top of the boy's legs.
"gouge,"the female child said, pleading,"Stop stealing the cover. Especially when you wake me up screaming. Its not fair."
A face peeked out over the edge of the bed at him. She was a beautiful girl at sixteen. She had dark embrown hair and brown optic. Her cutis was smooth out and pick colored. Her smile was radiant and soft. She stared calmly down at her seventeen twelvemonth old beau. He was tall and thin. He was well muscled, but thinly nonetheless. He had scrape here and there on his consistence that he had no idea where they had come from. The fact that he remembered zilch before two years ago probably went along with the scars.
The boy and the daughter were both dressed in their underwear and had been sleeping in the female child's bed. Her parents were gone, as usual, on a business trip. The boy, Nick, sat up and untangled himself from the tack and tossed them up to the girl. She caught them and slid them over her as she rolled back onto the bed. The boy rolled in beside her and wrapped his weaponry around her.
"Another nightmare ?"she asked softly.
"Sorry, Mari."
"Its ok Nick. Its not like you can choose what you see as you sleep. Just try to leave behind me the covering fire next metre you jump out of bed. It gets kind of chilly."
Cheremis giggled softly as ding buried his brass in her neck. Cheremis wiggled her butt into gouge's crotch.
"Somebody got a little more agitate from his nightmare than I thought."
Nick groaned and started rubbing his renal pelvis against her ass. Mari moaned softly and ground her pelvic girdle harder into him. Soon they were both humping each former heatedly. Mari turned around in nick's arms and kissed him deeply. Their glossa twined together and explored each former's mouths. With practiced ease, Mari pulled Nick's dick out of his boxer and started to stroke it gently. It wasn't huge, she knew, but his seven and a half column inch were plentifulness for her. It was about an inch and a half across-the-board as well.
Nick moaned into Mari's mouth and pulled her tighter to him. She stroked harder. Finally he pulled the clench of her bra apart and pulled back enough to remove it from her arms. She had to stop stroking to allow him to get rid of it completely. She raised her arms above her head to allow him approach to her bosom. They were a 34C. He knew. He did her shopping for her. He always loved to see her squeal when he brought her new dress and underwear.
He rolled over on top of her to gain ground better access code to her mammilla. Squeezing them gently, he kissed her cervix slowly, moving down lower along her collarbone. She moaned and arched her back, sliding her mitt along the canvass. Her toes curled as his mouth reached her breasts. He kissed along the breaking ball of her right hand breast slowly working his way to her nipple. Her areola were about the size of a quartern and he licked one gently. She gasped and looked down at him. He sucked on her nipple gently and squeezed her other white meat firmly. He bit down lightly and she moaned. He loved to bite. She loved when he did.
He switched to the other breast and licked that mammilla before sucking it and biting it softly as well. He alternated between each, giving both a soundly amount of care before deciding to go lower. He started to nip at her bod below her boob and down her stomach. He continued to the waist of her panties and grabbed them with his teeth.
Nick stared up into Mari's eyes as he tugged her step-in down her wooden leg. She pulled her legs out of her step-in and spread them on both incline of his head, laying her genu on his shoulders. He spat her panty to the story and crawled between her legs sliding his hands under her ass, cupping each cheek firmly and sueezing. She felt herself get warmer in the pit of her abdominal cavity as he leaned close to breathe on her. He glanced at her and her eyes begged him to continue his playing period.
Nick leaned in and sniffed her woman deeply. He loved her unique odour and took every chance to delight it. He slid his nose slightly between her folds, tickling her gently. Mari giggled and slapped his head playfully.
"Don't tease."
He grinned at her and licked his lips before sliding his tongue along her prick. She cooed and arched her back again, throwing her capitulum back. He slid his tongue in deeper and flicked at her clit on his way by. He repeated this action several metre before latching onto her clit and sucking it. He bit down gently and sucked more, causing her to groan. He then released one of his hands and slid a digit along her pussy. She moaned louder and he took the cue to slowly entomb his finger inside her tight canal.
nick could feel her muscles squeeze his finger as he added another. She was tightly gripping both his fingers as he slid them out and then back in. He proceeded to finger her, increasing his rate and nibbling gently on her clit. Her moans grew louder and louder as she approached her climax. She was breathing very heavily. Suddenly her body tense and she threw her head word back, moaning loudly and gushing all over notch's fingerbreadth and sassing. He lapped at her pussy greedily, enjoying her gustatory modality, as usual.
When she came down and he was satisfied that he had gotten it all, he crawled back up her body to kiss her roughly. She returned the buss. She reached down to compass his peter, burning and pulsing more than ever. She pulled away from his kiss and rolled him over. Crawling down his consistency, she trailed osculation all the way from his neck to his jetty, kissing all the way to the tip of his dick. She then licked the head gently before wrapping her sass around it.
Mari proceeded to use everything she knew to present snick head. She swirled her tongue and sucked him gently, coaxing his cum from him slowly. He groaned and laid his men on her nous, gently urging her deeper. Soon his dick was pulsing in the spinal column of her mouthpiece, hitting her throat. She'd never been able to consume him down her throat, which he didn't complain about. Instead she removed her backtalk from his cock with a slurping haphazardness and started over. By the meter she was halfway down his dick again, he was panting loudly and groaning. She looked up at his face and saw him struggling to hold back his cum, savoring her back talk upon him. She reached her script up to his balls and started to fondle them.
dent couldn't take it anymore. He grunted as his cum came rocketing out of his dick into Mari's mouth. She moaned around his cock and sucked up every gibe. She swallowed it all and sucked the tip of his dick to make for certain she got it all before moving up his body to kiss him again.
They continued to kiss passionately, waiting for his cock to spring up again. He fondled her breasts and she stroked her own clit, moaning into his mouth. Finally she felt his dick pulse against the backbone of her hand and she grabbed it, sliding her juices along the shaft. She slid it between her branch, not into her yet, and began sliding her pussy along his cock. They both moaned in each other's oral cavity as she continued to do this.
gouge rolled over on top of her and pinned her sleeve above her brain. Holding her wrists together with one hand, he used the other to guide his prick into her loaded opening. As he sank in, they both moaned. He slowly pushed in the kickoff few inch, then slammed the stopping point four place, grinding his pubic area on her clit. She yelped at the sudden knife thrust and groaned as he rubbed her. He continued to grind slowly and then pulled out slowly, only to mosh six inches back in. She didn't yelp this prison term, only moaned loudly.
His hand rose to cup her cervix, squeezing gently as he lowered his mouth to bite her neck softly. She moaned as he continued to thrust.
"Oh god Nick ! I love it when you bite !"
She tossed her head back, giving him more access to her neck as he picked up his tread. He was now trusting in and out of her evenly at a tight yard. He pulled out suddenly, rolling Mari onto her incline and sliding up behind her. He lifted her leg and slid himself back in before lowering her leg to return his hand to her neck. He moved his mitt down to her breast, cupping it and squeezing it. As he continued to fuck her he bit her neck again, harder.
"Ouch ! Not too hard baby you'll leave a mark."
Mary smiled over her shoulder joint at him as he reached down to slap her clit gently. She moaned and shuddered.
"Don't back Special Air Service me untested noblewoman"
They both laughed as he started to get close to cumming. She was close too as he picked up the footstep, rubbing her clit and pounding into her hard and immobile. They were both panting as Nick finally whispered that he was cumming. She moaned that she was as well.
Suddenly Mari tensed up for the second meter, her kitty-cat clamping down on Nick's dick. She started to spasm slightly as he started to pump his seed into her snatch. notch groaned and slid out of her with a plop. She sighed as he exited her and he began to cuddle her. She pulled the bed sheet up over them as he kissed the back of her neck.
"What did I separate you about the top ?"she asked, laughing.
***
Mari stepped down the manse, rubbing her eyes, yawning, and stretching all at the same meter. The sun was shining brightly through the Windows in the living way. As she passed by, she heard the speech sound of preparation and smelled Roger Bacon and eggs. She frowned.
St. Nicholas was still in bed.
Her parents were still out of town.
So who was cooking breakfast ?
She entered the kitchen and leaned against the door, her bare flesh on show for the world. A boy her age turned around. His smirk turned into a smile. His aristocratic eyes glittered. He had light brown haircloth combed very carefully and wore a light tee shirt and a liberal twosome of lading short pants. He wore socks on his feet, having discarded his shoe in the entrance to the house. He set the skillet of eggs aside and slowly walked towards Mari.
She smiled back at him and leaned towards him, teasing.
He took her in his implements of war and kissed her solidly.
In a light phonation, he said,"My Mar, you smell extremely great this morning. ”