Hiding

Soren moved to straddle Madelyn and hold her down. Her eyes began to change, the edges returning to their original shade of blue, letting him know that she had begun to gain control of herself.

"I do like how feisty you are."

Madelyn had stopped struggling and her eyes were nearly half blue, half red. Her breathing had started to slow as well. Soren grinned and leaned down, his face mere inches from touching her's.

"Feeling better now?"

She raised up those few inches and her lips met his. Soren was surprised at her action. It was unexpected, though not unwelcome. There were two things that could stimulate a mutated, even an evolved one, and if one cannot be had they will happily exchange it for another.

Soren was happy to oblige her and leaned into the kiss. He slipped a hand under her shirt and she moaned in response. He pulled on her bra and the fabric was torn apart at the pressure. Madelyn reached down and began to undo his jeans and tug them down. She let out a low growl when his pants did not move quickly.

Soren chuckled, "So impatient."

He assisted her with taking his pants off then proceeded to take her pants off as well. Soren knew that he could just rip everything off, she was in the headspace for it, but he was cognizant enough to understand that and chose to save both of their clothes. It had more to do with control than what would be enjoyable.

Soren did not take it slow once the appropriate clothes were out of the way. He readied himself and thrust his cock in. Madelyn let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a growl, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she held tight.

He did not take it easy, he knew that he could let himself go and her body would be able to handle it. Soren went at a pace that would have killed a human. Madelyn moved with him, she bit and scratched whatever flesh she could get ahold of.

At one point Madelyn tried to take control, rolling them across the floor in a fight to get on top. Soren drew out and forced her down and into a half-kneeling position. He leaned over with a growl and spoke next to her ear, not quite low enough to be a whisper.

"You'll have to put in more effort than that to best me."

He growled again then sunk his teeth into her shoulder then proceeded to fuck her once more. Soren did not stop until he found his release, then collapsed. He could feel her body shudder beneath his. After a moment he rolled off her and sat down, Madelyn moved slowly and sat up as well.

Her eyes were back to being blue and there was a hint of pink in her cheeks. She looked everywhere but at Soren, embarrassed over what she had done, and losing control. Even when he got up and started moving around she continued to sit there, staring at the floor.

"I want you to stay down here for a day or so. If you can't control yourself around humans in the future you may have to stay down here indefinitely."

Madelyn's pants filled her vision as they were dropped in front of her. She chanced a lookup and was surprised by the indifferent look on his face. She knew that she had still been caught up in the feral state when she had initiated the sex, but it had been a conscious choice to shift it thusly.

As annoying as Soren was, something about him drew her in. She was not certain if it was the feral side of her, or if it was her simply being interested. Looking up at him now, it did not seem like it had affected him either way. She knew that he was no more human than she now was, she had seen the videos and heard first hand about the experiments that had happened. But, at this moment it hit her just how different he was.

Soren pulled his pants back on, as well as the shoes that he had tossed aside. He retrieved the tray of syringes and put them in the lab. By the time he got back, Madelyn was up and dressed, though obviously lacking a bra.

"Get yourself something to eat, take a nap whatever you need to relax. I also suggest meditating regularly to help with your control issues. I'm bringing the humans here to protect them, not place them in danger."

"O-of course. I'll do better next time."

Soren simply nodded his head and walked up the stairs. A moment later the door slid shut, locking Madelyn in the dungeon with no way to get out. She curled up on the couch and tried her best to not cry. She failed.

*******

The first thing that Avery did when they returned was to head upstairs to Jordan's room. He knocked and waited for Jordan to open the door, when that did not happen Avery knocked again.

"It's Avery, I've been sent to talk to you."

He could hear the creak of the bed and shuffling noises, then the door opened. Jordan's eyes were bloodshot like he had been crying, but otherwise, there were no other signs that he was upset.

Avery walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Jordan sat at the end of the bed and motioned toward Avery, letting him know that he had the floor.

"I'm not sure how much he told you. We found your mother and baby sister, Bentley. Your sister Ava is attending college in Kansas City and your father went there after the storm yesterday. They haven't heard back from either of them. Soren gave their information to Issac and asked him to find them.

"What I'm here for is to convince you to see them."

Jordan shook his head and motioned toward himself.

"Your parents love you, Jordan. They never gave up on you. Honestly, I don't give a damn about them. You deserve to have some happiness. You can't continue to just hang out with me."

Avery sat down on the bed next to Jordan and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Your mom seems pretty cool. I'm sure it'll be a bit of a shock, but in the long run, she will be happy to have you back."

Jordan rolled his eyes and fell back, his eyes glued to the ceiling.

"You can't get rid of me that easily. Soren gave me this job and you, more than anyone, should understand that I won't fail him."

Avery laid back and stared up at the ceiling. After a while, he could almost make out shapes in the stipple brushed texture. After half an hour of staring at the ceiling, Jordan moved, handing a notebook to Avery a moment later.

'Want to watch a show?'

Avery sat up with a smile and handed the notebook back, "Sure."

They both knew that Avery would not back down until Jordan relented, or Soren told him to stop. Jordan had decided to take advantage of the situation and distract both of them. It was a better choice than if they had argued about Jordan going downstairs to see his family.

"I never knew my father. My mom met him at some bar, they hooked up for the night, and then he was gone. It was us all the way. She never took the time to find someone after having me, always told me that she was more than happy being single.

"She got into a car accident while I was stationed out of the country. It fucked her up pretty bad, put her in a coma. I got to come back in time to pull the plug on her. Never got to say goodbye. Hell, I'd been deployed consistently for about three years before the accident and hadn't bothered to visit when I was Stateside."

Jordan watched him out of the corner of his eyes as he set up the laptop and pulled up the most recent show they had been watching. Avery had not expected a response from Jordan and went along with the silence. His patience had become his greatest tool as of late.