The Evolution of Man. Episode 9: Reunited.
Trigger warning. lol. Contains adult content.
The door opened, and white light from the hallway flooded the room. Backlit, Ava saw the outline of a tall woman holding a baby walking in. Behind her, a large man followed. His bulky frame temporarily blotted out the light as he made his way through the doorway.
‘Your baby, Ava.’ Sandy moved around the bed. ‘I’m going to turn up the lights, might hurt your eyes a. little.’ Ava couldn’t speak. Too much was going on. These men…
The room lights brightened just enough for her to see.
The child was wrapped in a white blanket with red and blue stripes at the edges. Ava thought she’d seen that blanket somewhere before. The memory was hard to pin down and it tugged at her. The woman moved gracefully forward, bending to lay the child next to her.
‘We’ve been taking good care of him.’ Her voice was surprisingly warm and husky but it suited her smoky eyes and brown skin.
The large man came up to her bedside.
‘Hello darlin’, glad to see you’re finally awake.’
Ava couldn’t speak. Words felt heavy, too large to get out of her mouth. Her eyes watered. The child nestled in the crook of her arm; when his bare head touched her, she felt warmth and the tickle of sparse baby hair. She looked down as he struggled to get closer to her.
‘Oh,’ she breathed.
‘John, look.’ The woman’s smile was warm, wide.
‘Vi, you know what’s happening here right?’ The large man’s face was serious. His speckled brown and grey beard seemed to stiffen.
Ava turned toward the child; liquid fire smoked a painful red path along her side. She crooked her arms around him.
‘John, it’s a beautiful thing whatever it is. Can’t you see she loves him?’
‘Love, smove, just biology. Doesn’t mean squat. That witch…’
Sandman spoke up. ‘John, we know how you feel about the enclave but not now ok? He looked down at Ava and the baby. ‘You’re the one that warned us. But there’s always a silver lining.’
John straightened.
‘Darlin’. ‘ He spoke to Ava again. ‘I’m gonna give it too you straight. Ain’t no way to say this easy…’
‘Come on John, do you have to do this now?’ Viola glared at him.
‘Vi, you know I don’t sugarcoat shit. Never have, never will.’
‘Let her just hold him a little.’ Viola’s sharp pretty face scowled. ‘Time will come for unpleasant things soon enough.’
The infant nestled in Ava’s arms. He cooed softly. She looked directly at John, holding his gaze. ‘I don’t know who you are, any of you.’
Her eyes raked them each in turn. ‘I don’t know where I am, or what’s going on. One thing I do know, this is my child. My child!
John bent his head. He seemed to shrink, even his beard deflated.
‘Don’t tell her yet John.’ Sandman said. ‘Leave her alone for a few more days.’
‘Tell me what?’ Ava’s voice trembled. ‘Tell me my child is different? Her nostrils flared. She felt heat rise up her neck into her cheeks. ‘Hell I knew the day after he was conceived. Tell me that I’m nothing more than a walking incubator for the jumped up batshit crazy director and her experiments? Tell me the Assisted Reproductive Technology center is making monsters?’
Viola looked at John. ‘She knows..’
‘Damn right I know. I’m not a fool.’ Ava’s eyes were furious. Her greasy, rumpled blonde hair whipped as she glared at them in turn. ‘But this is my child. And whatever that means, I’m not going to just lay here and wait for that crazy witch to cut him up for spare parts.’
‘Told you. ‘ Sandman said triumphantly. ‘She’s different too..’
‘Thank God’ John sighed.
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The baby snuggled closer to his mother. He could hear her heartbeat. Strong. Reassuring. Her aura was deep red tinged with swirls of orange and yellow. She was out of danger. For now.
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The director’s quarters were spartan and functional. She liked bare walls, painted white to match the ceiling and the neutral grey carpet. She’d asked for the window to be bricked up and painted. Nothing useful to see outside. The only furniture she kept was a large bed facing a vidscreen connected to the nexus. Her clothes were secreted behind a sliding door that led to a closet beyond. Even her bathroom was concealed behind almost invisible panels. The room looked empty and abandoned, as if inhabited only by spirits and spooks.
Lilith spoke into her wrist link. ‘Send him in.’ She began unbuttoning her blouse and stepped out of her flat sensible shoes. It took only a moment to peel off her neat black pants. Her equally neat black blouse crumpled on the floor beside the pants. She kept on her panties and arranged herself on the bed. The icy white sheets smelt of detergent and lavender.
When the man walked into the cold room, she was ready. He stepped closer, taking his time to evaluate her. Her eyes were heavy lidded, lips parted, moist. Her breathing was faster than normal and her nipples were already erect. He loosened the sash holding his hospital robe closed. With one movement, he shrugged it to the floor. Naked, he padded towards the bed.
Lilith felt her heart triphammer faster. There was no fat on him anywhere. He seemed to be sculpted from pure marble. Catlike, his muscles rippled as he moved toward her. Her eyes drifted down towards his manhood. Involuntarily, her sex moistened. He was as big as they said.
He paused for a moment beside her. Mechanically he felt his penis erect till it pointed at the far wall. His eyes scanned her again. She was tiny, barely bigger than a teenager. Her small breasts pointed up at the bare ceiling. She spread her legs slowly, as if to tease. Her thighs were pitiful things, slender, loosely muscled, leading to the center of her sex, outlined in plain cotton.
‘Come..’ she whispered, stretching one hand toward him. Absently he noticed her small mouth turned up in an empty smile. Then her hand found his penis and pulled him down toward her.
In moments she was naked. He slid into her without pausing. She was hot, wet, and moaning. What name did she call? It was not his. She groaned her pleasure out into the air as he thrust mechanically; it had stopped feeling pleasurable a long time ago. Perhaps after the first one, or was it the first hundred? He couldn’t remember. In, out. Repeat. Her eyes rolled in her head. He could see a red flush spread from her neck, down across her chest. She heaved her pelvis up to meet him. The bed moved, groaned in concert with her. Her breathing changed again. In between her sounds of pleasure, she gasped, fighting for air.
‘Now...’ he thought. His fingers sought, traced, found the nerve plexus in her lower spine. He pressed gently as he began to thrust in earnest.
‘Oh God!’ She cried. He lifted her bodily up to meet him. Her legs drummed the mattress. He’d heard that staccato rhythm countless times. ‘Oh my God!’ She exhaled.With one final scream, she slumped away from him.
Still he thrusted. His sex felt frozen, numbed. It might as well have been carved from ice. Her tiny hands reached up towards his arms. Slid down to grasp his buttocks. She pulled him fiercely to her as her nervous system overloaded.
Orgasm after orgasm crashed over her. Her head grew light. It was just as they had told her. Better. But now she felt her consciousness slipping. Too much. She had to stop this before she passed out. No one knew what would happen if you passed out under a breeder.
She reached up to his face. His eyes were a surprising translucent brown. He looked down at her gently as his body stoked fire within hers. She clasped his face. They had done well with this specimen. Her fingers found the actuator behind his neck. His penis was still rock hard. She could take no more.
She triggered the switch. For a moment his penis grew larger. She trembled as the bulbous head of it bumped, slipped across her g-spot. So deep. She sighed. And then she felt it. Hot molten jets of fluid bathing the deepest parts of her. His body tensed briefly. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the life had gone from him, it was as if someone had turned out the lights. In seconds, his penis deflated and his entire body vibrated. He lifted off her carefully, still mechanically, and sat at the edge of the bed. A blue light blinked behind his left ear. He would stay there motionless until he was reactivated.
I’ll keep this one. Lilith thought. She clicked the wrist link and stretched languorously.
‘Yes director?’ The female voice on the other end of the link was polished and polite.
‘Get Zim for me. Tell him to activate a wolfpack..’
‘Very good director.’
Lilith smiled to herself. Time to end this, one way or another.
The man stared unblinking at the floor, his eyes as empty as the white walls around him
