Objective: Survive
Ms. Circle
"Fantastic," I whispered to no one.
"Go on vacation they said. It'll be fun, they said; well, GUESS WHAT?! ITS NOT FUN! AND BECAUSE OF YOUR INSISTENT NAGGING! I'M STUCK ON THIS GOD-FORSKEN ROCK!" I roared into the wilderness around me.
It had been a few days now since the cruise I was on had been sunk, its massive form being ripped apart by an equally if not more enormous 'Temporal Storm', a phenomenon known to rain down warping drops of water that displaced the exact surcumfrenc of the area hit to somewhere in a five to ten-kilometer radius of its original point of existence.
I sighed while continuing my stroll through the forest, the sun's rays finding great difficulty in piercing the canopy above me; preferred if I was honest, I'd never really been one to enjoy the sun's heat if my ghostly pale skin was anything to go by.
My stroll was forced to a halt when the sole of my boot stayed behind, it's reinforced form having fallen off with my last step. I sighed as I was once again reminded of my rugged character, the storm doing me a favor by utterly annihilating most of the clothes I was wearing, all but leaving me with shorter hair, torn and holed reinforced pants, my boots, and a mesh shirt that was nearly a not a shirt, its form resembling a bra, something I, unfortunately, neglected when I was on the ship.
I groaned before squatting down, my tongue clicking in irritation as I realized it would be more of a hindrance to keep them on than it would be to just leave them behind.
Moving my hands to what remained of the laces, I quickly undid them before taking them off. Not long after, I discarded them by a tree and kept moving, promptly ignoring the fact that I also neglected socks.
So now, here I was, walking a random forest with possible dangers at every given step, barefoot mind you, however, I wasn't too worried, as it would take nothing short of the reality-distorting rain to pierce my skin or Alice, but she wasn't here right now.
I looked around in suspicion anyway, it was better safe than sorry when it came to her.
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Continents away, the visage of a being looking to be made up of pure tar looked around its voided home, their curious Blood Red eyes looking around in confusion before speaking, "Cat Lady?"
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After an extended amount of time not moving, I eventually gave up the search, satisfied with the knowledge that they weren't anywhere close; this day was trouble enough, and I didn't need some monster making it worse.
My attention was pulled from thought as I noticed something in the distance. Squinting, I found that the thing that drew my force was a rising pillar of smoke, not long after the smell of cocking flesh followed.
Clicking my teeth in acceptance I began the trek over, it wasn't a surprise that there were more people on the island, with many of those aboard the cruise dropping themselves into the water for protection against the storm, which, while the best bet you had, was also just another slightly less dangerous gamble, as there lucked monsters under the chaotic waves, their ways in killing making death by bouched teleportation look like a relief.
But, there were thousands of people on that ship, so it shouldn't be a surprise that at least a couple dozen made it to safety; not hundreds, but dozens, the things lucking in those waters made trained soldiers piss themselves.
I, of course, had no such problems with the actions, as one good kick from my leg would send most creatures into a slurry of gore, something they found out after the four dozen or so I turned into soup; I was left alone after that.
Breaching the treeline, I came up onto a campfire, its flames encompassed by stone and a set of sticks resting in the ground over the fire, a few fish speared on their ends.
It was an odd yet relieving sight, as it seemed I wasn't the only competent being here; however, I kept my distance, wanting to see the person who set the thing up before actually revealing myself.
I was finding myself more and more cautious as the minutes ticked by; the fish were beginning to burn and yet there was still no sign of a person, the faintest twitch of recognition from the cat ears atop my head had the heel of my foot splintering through the tree just above Abbie's head, his from going stiff as a result.
There was a pause before my mind reared to a halt as the obsidian slits that were my eyes narrowed further in shock, becoming nothing more than thin straight lines, before eventually going lax at the memory of his family's participation; I had run into him and his parents while wandering the gala, my prosthetic fist finding itself buried in the stomachs of those who got to handsy.
We had talked and discussed a few things before I made off with myself, the event smothering my mind in boredom; I didn't see the boy that night, but I was assured he was there.
Slowly bringing my foot back down to the ground, I spoke out, "Abbie?"
A hesitant nod confirmed my query as I continued.
"So, you made it hu?"
The boy, slowly coming down from his self-petrification, gave another slow nod, his voice seeming to elude him.
I stared at him for a moment longer before sighing and nodding at the fire, "That yours?"
The boy looked away in what seemed to be embarrassment before nodding his head again.
With the confirmation in place I strode over, taking a seat next to what seemed to be a log laid on its side with its other being shaven down flat; he joined me not long after, taking his place on the mentioned appliance.
During the awkward silence, I couldn't help but admire the failure of a student for his ability to get so close to me without my immediate notice, hell, he probably would've gone unnoticed if my genetics hadn't gifted me with the ears of one of the most sensitive creatures on this planet.
Shame he sucked at math though, kids on a fast track to death with his abysmal grades. My thoughts were interrupted when the kid lept for the sticks of almost charred fish, their burnt forms almost falling apart in the process.
I snorted as I watched the scene, his form freezing a fraction as he registered my continued existence.
He slowly almost mechanically returned to his spot where he went on to stare at the burnt flesh, a deep look of irritation highlighting his dirty golden irises; it went to show how much I truly knew about him, as I've never seen him anything but skittish.
It honestly made me want to draw more out of him, to see who he really was behind that mask of constant fear and caution; it was this want that pushed me to my next brazen action.
He barely got to flinch as I pulled one of the sticks from his grasp before taking a bite out of the fish; it was charcoal, that was for sure, but I continued eating it nonetheless, as it was fun watching his eyes widen by the second.
After eating the rest, I tossed the stick into the fire while rubbing my chin in mock contemplation, his curious golden gaze following the motion with an eagerness unseen by me.
A moment longer and I was holding my prosthetic up, four of the five digits standing straight to symbolize the taste on a scale of one to five; the thing really wasn't that bad, and I've had plenty worse in the past.
This seemed to be just enough for him, as a gentle smile painted his face, its steady form accompanied by a growing blush, and there was just something about it that had me grinning back; I pointedly ignored the more carnal thoughts stirring in my mind, though I did agree with the one calling him cute.
My unfocused mind was drawn back to reality when he took a bite of another, only to immediately spit it out in disgust, his gaze now looking back at me in betrayal and something else I couldn't recognize; I merely kept grinning.
"Hey, I never said it was good, just edible."
His pointed and puffed face had me cackling like a hyena, something that looked to be infectious, as my sensitive ears could hear a few faint giggles of content reverberating from his vocals, his annoyed face giving way to another quiet smile, a blush blooming not far behind; at least that's how it was before his eyes drifted just a bit lower.
And just like that, he was frozen again, his blush growing deeper, much to my amusement and annoyance; yes my clothes were almost rags, but they were still there.
A gentle breeze had me freezing in thought as my chest felt just a bit too drafty, I could only mutter a single word as I looked down at my exposed breasts.
"Oh."
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Abbie
'Why me? Please just tell me why?'
My thoughts were a mess as I sprinted through the forest, my feet and body doing an excellent job at dodging and weaving through oddly placed trees and stones, with a leap sending me sailing over a relatively big one.
It was supposed to be like any other day, yet here I was soaking wet and short to guardians, their forms having been swallowed by some huge-looking angler fish during our desperate swim to safety, yet, as horrifying as that sight was, I kept swimming, until eventually reaching the shore of a nearby island; only then did I let myself breath, and slightly grieve, they may have been terribly neglectful most of the time, but they didn't outright forget me, even if that was tested the few times they forgot me in a store or parking lot.
I had laid there for what felt like hours, just breathing, thinking of what was going to happen next, what was I going to do next; maybe I could've walked the beach until I found some kind of civilization or even another person, however, that last part was wishful thinking, as the beach stretched straight for miles, any signs of someone else making it null and void.
And I'd probably fall deathly ill before I could find any remnant of civilization, my dripping wet form doing me no favors in the matter; the missing spots of clothing also adding fuel to that flame.
That's how I found myself here, sprinting for my life as something I couldn't see kept its eyes on me like a predator hunting its prey, except it was a predator hunting a predator, as my genes were made up of almost ninety percent 'Wolfs Brine' a type of predatory wolf that appeared a decade or so ago, its hunting style relying purely on stealth and endurance, with its stamina topping the charts of almost every creature in the world.
I kept running while thinking of ways to avoid its gaze, but it soon became unnecessary as I felt its gaze leaving me, yet even with the feeling of being watched becoming null and void, I kept running, not bothering to glance or look at where I was going, just running, until eventually, I fell into a clearing.
It was only then that I stopped, the surprisingly short grass giving me the comfort of visibility.
My breathing was deep and filled with greedy grabs of air. Exertion wasn't a problem due to my inhuman endurance, no, it was the aching of my muscles that had me lying on the ground; I was sure that it was only thanks to genetics that I was able to run for as far and as long as I did, I'd be sure to start rectifying that if I lived through this disaster.
After a bit more of just lying there, I was eventually forced to move to rectify my drenching situation, lest the chilling night air cull me in my sleep.
It was here that the military training camp I went to when I was younger actually helped, as I was able to quickly erect a slightly sunken pit surrounded by stones, its form quickly filling with stray branches and leaf litter under my effort; it wasn't long before I had a fire going, its blaze bathing most of the open space in orange tinted light.
However, even with this accomplishment, I still recognized how drenched I was, and moved to dislodge the clothing over my body, the gray vest I was wearing over my white button-up quickly discarded into the flames, its torn form too damaged to offer even the slightest bit of protection.
From there, discarded the button-up on a pair of sticks spread evenly enough to reveal most of the shirt's surface to the heat of the flames; I did similar things to my pants and boxers, both resting on sticks next to the shirt; my shoes and socks were set to the side, both resting closest to the open flame for hopefully after drying.
This process left my body completely bare, leaving all to see the oddities of my body, including the fluffy yet sleek black tail extending from the edge of my spine; ears previously unseen now highlighted in orange atop my head; they were both a given due to how much blood I shared with the 'Wolfs Brine' species and if one looked just a bit closer at my teeth, they'd find them to be a complete copy of most wolves, with two pairs of sharp canines resting on both my upper and lower jaw.
I was pulled from thought as the chilling air assaulted my naked body, its rapturing form pointedly reminding me how cold I was.
Focusing, I started forcing my blood to shift faster, to circulate at speeds that would make turbine engines look like a child toy; this was deadly to most, but again, my genetics were a different breed entirely, so it only caused me mild discomfort.
The effects of my actions were immediate and I could feel my body warming up, the chilling night air receding from my skin as heat pushed it back; the ability to increase blood flow was nice, but I had no control over where I wanted it to be increased, so it was everything or nothing.
In short, everywhere means my dick as well, it's previously limp form increasing a good four to five inches; unnatural for my age, but genetically accurate anyway.
It was bulging and flexing every few seconds, its lengthy shaft seeking something to stroke it, to feed into its yearning, to make it feel release.
Looking around in shame, I made sure that the chances of someone watching were actually zero, my eyes sporting a soft glow as they peered through the darkness, after which, I gave into its need, nothing better to do other than watching clothes dry.
It wasn't long before my right hand fell to the shaft, its gentle strokes drawing moans and soft growls from my throat; my left hand found itself playing with one of my stiffened nipples, its sleeping strength squeezing it enough to hurt, yet the pain soon fell to pleasure as horny induced dopamine filled my body with great ravaging.
All the while my mind traced back to an image, a point in time when I felt the most elation, the most aroused and teased, a time when I was being carried around by my math teacher, her arm tucked beneath my ass as my dastardly arms snuck around her shoulders; my face had been pressed into the crook of her neck, leaving me to enjoy her scent as we kept moving through the winding halls.
Sure, a broken leg wasn't nice, but I'd rather it break every day if I could be that close to her as a result.
My stroking increased in speed the more I thought of her, the fact that my little crush on her had developed into a full-blown obsession edging me on like a moth to a flame.
After one more forceful stroke, my hands and body froze, their forms shivering in ecstasy as I came on my stomach, the steamy liquid warming my skin further; the feeling of liquid being forced through my penis accidentally turning me on again, though only in emotion, as physically I was still erect.
Forcing my hand to continue its strokes, I took some of the warm liquid, tasting it a bit before drawing it down to my entrance, my tail flicking up enough to let my cum covered hand have better access to my ass, its own form twitching and wagging in anticipation.
After rubbing some of the self-supplied lubricant around the entrance, I let two fingers make their entrance, a near snarl escaping my throat as the usual burn greeted me with open arms; I didn't do this kind of foreplay often, but nine out of ten-time's it meant I was thinking of her, my fingers matching my strokes in an attempt to visualize my dick entering her, feeling the tightness as I rocked back and forth inside her, it was tantalizing.
My climax was reached quickly as I used the feeling of my ass to try and create the feeling of what it would be like to cum in her; the results varied.
After going at it a few more times, my hazy mind recognized dawn had come, and that it was time to cease the sexual activities; it was a letdown, but something I recognized as necessary, as my stomach and thighs were caked in cum, it's copious and near endless supply coming from, you guessed it, genetics, the creatures had a high libido I suppose.
Standing, my legs quivered in ecstasy, my sensitive dick receiving a large churn of wind that sent more shivers of pleasure reverberating down my spine.
Shaking my head with restraint, my wolf ears perked as they zeroed in on the sound of flowing water somewhere in the distance.
Leaving the clothes was a no-brainer, as I didn't want them caked in my semen.
A few hours and an encounter with some fish later, I was sat back in front of the rekindled fire, what was left of my clothes back in place and fish sitting on the sticks I used to prop them up with.
After about two minutes of listening to the crackle and sizzle of fish, my mind and attention all but ripped my head in the direction of twigs snapping; I didn't ponder, didn't hesitate, just ran.
With a single bound, I was hidden in the thickest tree around, its brush able to hide my striking black hair as my golden gaze watched the treeline of the camp, its glistening orbs teetering with fear and deadly curiosity.
I waited for what felt like ever, but nothing showed, nothing moved, and the trees seemed to have stilled as if willed to my nature itself, lest it draw the eir of something unseen.
After a few more moments, curiosity got the best of me and I descended the tree, my steps without sound and my breath as quiet as still water, as was all but invisible, the instinctual knowledge of the stealth endowed by my genes kicking in.
My moves were swift and precise, not a single misstep or tumble, even when I had to dance around a field of dry twigs, nothing I did was wrong, and eventually, that skill, that precision had me behind someone, their long black spiky hair dropping just past their ass, a metal looking gleam peaking just out of their right side, the pale looking flesh of the left peaking out the other.
They wore baggy pants and were without shoes and socks, but by far the most striking thing that sent my growing suspicion into full throttle, was the stiff cat ears on top of their head, their forms twisting in turning instinctively.
My heart raced as recognition set in, but with that recognition came a mistake, one that nearly cost me my life as the heel of her foot splintered through the tree trunk just behind me; her beautiful obsidian eyes narrowed to nothing but thin lines looked at me with murderous intent.
My breath hitched in fear, yet my heart rose in anticipation; it was her, she was here, with me, I would've thought it a hallucination had she not eviscerated part of the tree behind me.
Eventually, her line thin orbs of obsidian returned to their almost round form, the catlike eyes stopping them from being completely so.
"Abbie?" She asked, curiosity edging her tone.
The way she said my name had butterflies fluttering in my gut, yet the fear of my near fatality had me expressionless and deathly silent, so I could only settle for a nod in confirmation.
She seemed to be okay with my way of answering as she continued.
"So, you made it hu?"
The way she said it didn't leave any doubt as to what she thought happened, and I couldn't blame her for thinking so, as I would also be surprised if someone my size was able to swim the monster infest waters and make it to land with taking a scratch, it was really just a miracle, one I'd accept with grace and dignity.
I nodded again.
She continued watching me with surprise before sighing and gesturing to the fire, "That yours?"
It was odd, but I felt somewhat self-conscious when she pointed to the open flame, its life still roaring with fury as it consumed the wood inside with vigor.
Nodding along once more, I shouldn't have been surprised when she walked over, her longer legs making it a quicker journey than it was with mine.
Watching her take a seat next to the log chair I carved out a few hours ago, but it was more of a log with one of its sides shaven flat.
Shortly after she took her seat, I made my way over to join her, my ass finding itself sitting in the wooden seat next to her, my heart racing with doubt on what to do or what I should say.
I would be doing neither as golden glance caught the charred visages of the fish; in an instant, I lept up and ripped the fish out of the fire's range, their smoking form already shoving the damage that was done.
A snort to my side had me freezing, my mind re-registering the fact that I wasn't alone anymore and that there was someone here to watch my fuckups.
Forcing myself to unfreeze I walked back to my seat while looking at the fish with mild hatred; they'd made me look like an incompetent fool in front of my 'Obsession' and I hated it.
However, I wouldn't get to boil in my unnecessary hatred as one of the charged fish was ripped from my grasp by her pale yet tender-looking hand, its form bringing the fish up to her mouth before she bit down, a crunch that sounded like fresh potato chips following soon after.
My shock was evident, yet she still continued eating, and that had me curious as I watched her snatch the last bit off the stick before throwing it into the fire, her mouth still chewing on the contents previously on it.
Not long after swallowing the last bite, she rubbed her chin in contemplation before extending her prosthetic arm, four digits quickly being raised in tandem.
'Four? Four out of Five? Or Ten?'
Glancing down, I grinned; if she could eat it without a problem then it probably wasn't as bad as it looked, and I was just being overcritical.
I quickly came to regret this train of thought as I took a bite out of one, only to immediately gag it out, the taste of ash filling my mouth to the brim.
My golden eyes quickly found themselves pointed at her with mock anger, and a hunk of admiration, as it must've taken a lot of restraint to not gag it out when it was sliding down her throat.
She quickly responded to my emotional stare, a beautiful smile cracking her once soft grin, "Hey, I never said it was good, just edible."
I merely stared harder; she only cackled in response, its infectious emotion quickly dispelling my mock anger as pure joy filled a few of my near-silent chuckles a blush slowly creeping up my cheeks as her voice sothed everything about me.
I'd hoped that little situation would last, but a slight flicker of my gaze had my entire being frozen, the golden orbs of which I used to see locked onto the bare form of Ms. Circle's breasts.
Yet even after my laughter ceased, and my blush grew she still laughed, ignoring my shell-shocked and very aroused stare; this continued to be reality for the next ten seconds, as it was only when a particularly strong breeze stuck that she finally stopped laughing and looked on with curiosity.
Her gaze soon fell down as she looked at her bare breasts, and the only thing she could say?
"Oh."
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Ms. Circle
Looking back up, I was more amused to find the boy's unflinching gaze still locked onto my chest, the dirty golden orbs moving with every slight jiggle they were making, and the way he was looking at me had me feeling something new; whatever the feeling was, it felt dangerous... Yet so tempting.
Deciding that turning the situation into a joke was the best option, I cupped my breasts and squeezed just a bit, my voice turning somewhat teasing in the process as I called him out.
"Enjoying the view?"
I expected many things when I said this, ranging from him turning into a sputtering mess to him outright throwing himself face-first into the dirt because he could not physically stop himself from staring, yet none of these could prepare me for what he said next.
"The only way I'm stopping is by death, anything less and I'll rage."
I was the one left sputtering as he said it with so much confidence that I couldn't form a coherent thought; this left us both just sitting there in silence, our gazes locked onto each other, with the only difference being where we were looking.
My mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to speak my mind, to tell him to stop, or just trying to tell him to keep his staring to a minimum, yet every word I tried to speak was halted by that dangerous feeling again, its tempting form almost smothering me in oppression.
I wanted to hate it, to refute the feeling on principle, but I couldn't my mind wouldn't allow it, as something I had long since locked away started to claw at its restraints.
It was something that I had thought was so pinned down that it wouldn't ever rear its head again, yet here I am, a single set of words undoing most of the restrains and leaving my feelings of loneliness tied to a lax leash, and the dangerous feeling wasn't helping either.
However, I wasn't one with a weak will so I choked most of the feelings back down while contemplating what to do. How could I extract myself from this situation?
My solution was given to me as something struck the boy's shoulder, sending him toppling through the fire, the sound of its hot coals searing his back as he tumbled out on the other side, his screams of pain not going noticed by my sensitive ears.
Whatever the creature was, it didn't have time to react as my fist pulverized its lower jaw, leaving it to gurgle and gag on its blue blood.
In an instant, my body blurred from its seated position, appearing next to the boy's writhing form; he showed a great deal of restraint as his gritted teeth held in his screams of pain, yet given the way his golden eye flickered between expressive and blank, it was a hard tell that he was struggling to stay conscious.
Setting the boy on his side, I observed the damage; from what I could see the entirety of the boy's back was covered in first and third-degree burns, none of them looked lethal but I had a feeling it wouldn't be too long before an infection set in.
And then there were those fuckers.
Surrounding us were bird-like creatures, each as blue as the blood they looked to bear if the now dead one next to the fire was anything to go by; they looked like a mix of an Ostrich and Peacock, except they each had rounded horns on their heads.
Despite this, I knew I could deal with every one of those fuckers, problem was, the longer I put off Abbie's wounds, the more at risk he'll become, so I either had to risk his death or I had to bolt, going off somewhere else to deal with his wounds.
My mind was made up when he whimpered in pain.
Cradling his form against my chest, I made sure to lock his head in place with my prosthetic arm; after doing so, my body blurred again, and this time my form was found soaring through the sky, the vast forest blitzing by below us.
As my eminent descent came to pass, I bent my knees and rolled, taking the brunt of the fall as it would most likely kill Abbie outright if I tried to share its impact.
My body came to a halt as my back rammed into a massive bolder, creating an impact zone and leaving my back slightly bruised.
Worming my way out of the crater, I quickly set Abbie down on his stomach before beginning the procedure needed to remove any stray strands of fabric or caught coals, the small blade located in my prosthetics pointer finger helped the process a lot.
After I was done, I removed a panel on my arm to reveal a built-in medkit, its contents decked with antibiotics, wipes, wraps, cotton balls, and alcohol, there were probably a few other things tucked in the compact space, but right now I didn't care, as I pulled out most of the things listed.
Taking the wipes, I swiftly covered the poped lid of the alcohol with them before turning the relatively slim bottle upside down, dousing the cloth in as much of it as I could; the rapidly deteriorating liquid did not fill me with confidence.
With a few ounces dumped into the rag, I quickly ripped off the remains of his shirt before whispering a word of caution, "Grit your teeth boy because this shit is going to burn worse than your actual burns."
The tightening of his pained scowl was all I got as I started wiping down his back; growls of pain soon followed.
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Abbie
Everything was black, not a thing in sight, yet despite this I could still feel, hear, and I could still listen, so when Ms. Circle's voice danced in my ear telling me to brace, I did.
Yet even with the warning, my mind couldn't even begin to resist as white agony ravaged my mind, the consciousness I had, taking a nosedive into the deep dark depth of forced unconsciousness.
But just as fast as it came, it left, and I was left looking up at Ms. Circle as she peered down at me from over her breasts; confusion took hold first before my mind played the guessing game of the events that transpired while I was out, and it went like this. I passed out from the shock the alcohol applied, she continued cleaning my wounds, before eventually wrapping them in what looked to be some sturdy bandages, military-grade maybe? After that, she found some kind of cave for us to rest in for the night.
How I ended up using her thighs as a pillow was beyond me, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
Next came the aching pain in my back, its dressed visage facing a cave wall as I noticed I was on my side, not surprising, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the idea of lying face first in her thighs.
After, came the desire; it was hard to stop my dick from acting for me, the yearning to reach up and touch everything that was her being growing stronger by the second.
But finally, I felt happy, happy that she cared, it was a feeling that nearly dwarfed everything else, with only my rising libido being able to match it.
Slowly regaining my bearings, I spoke, "I think something took my answer seriously."
She merely grinned, "Then I suppose I can blame you for our sudden misfortune, can't I?"
It was hard to keep up my mask of restrain as I followed up with a blush, "Not my fault you're beautiful."
My answer had her pausing again, just like when I first responded to her teasing; after a minute of her just watching and occasionally losing focus, she seemed to finish some kind of war, and with that war's end, something in her eyes shifted.
Shadows overtook her obsidian eyes as she spoke, "What else?"
My thoughts paused, "What?"
She held me just a bit closer while asking again, this time the question coming off as more straightforward, "What else do you like about me?"
The question, so innocent, hid something deeper, and that deeper meaning broke any semblance of restrain this day had left me with.
My back rocked with agony as I forced myself up, my dirty golden eyes teetering with everything I'd ever felt for her, something my voice without restraint was more than happy to repeat.
"Everything!"
"Not possible," she quickly replied with a blush.
My response was just as instant, as I started naming everything I could fit out of my mouth, "Everyone sees you as some merciless teacher, someone that could be set off by even the smallest of inconveniences, but they can't see what I see when they look at you, they see nothing but an obedient dog following its master's rules, but when I look at you, I see something beautiful, something that wants to care, something reliable, something that one could go too in their time of need if they'd just let you step out of that bubble they call your image."
My hands had taken hold of hers sometime during the speech.
She seemed a bit disappointed but spoke nonetheless, trying to confirm my words, "So, you like my image?"
"No." was my immediate answer.
"But-"
She didn't get to continue as I cut her off, my small yet firm hand dragging her hands closer to my face as I continued.
"But nothing, I pointed out everything everyone else sees and compared them to what I saw, and now I'll tell you what I like, not about Ms. Circle, the dutiful teacher, but you, the woman under the guise, the woman who does a cute little dance every time she eats an oreo when no ones looking, the woman who quietly watches with a smile as her students bicker among each other, the woman who helps pick weeds from the gardens outside, the woman who helps with repairs around the school, the woman who always sticks close to construction sites around the school to make sure no gets hurt, your the type of woman who will fret over a broken leg and take matters into her own hands when she deems it important."
She looked gobsmacked at the last part, "broken legs aren't something to be taken lightly."
"Irrelevant."
The blush painting her face did well to highlight her irritation at my rebuke.
I stopped her as she was about to rebuke my rebuke, my lips lying a gentle peck on her organic arm.
She sputtered, and I continued, "Point is, you're so much more than the teacher Ms. Circle. You are a woman with beauty unmatched, a woman whose will remains unshakable, and you're a woman with a gentle hold, her hands so delicate and fair that it makes angles weep, yet that delicate guise can be switched to something so firm that demons throw themselves at your feat for even a nugget of clarity. You are like the fair queen walking among her citizens so that you may truly understand their needs; you are everything one should strive to be, everything everyone should look to when they need some light in their dark lives, you are a shining bec-"
I didn't get to finish as a pair of pale and delicate lips met mine, smothering out any more of the praise I was trying to speak.
The kiss was deep and lasted for what felt like hours, but ended all too soon when she pulled away, her lips parting to speak.
"You can stop now." Her face burned red as her obsidian eyes looked off to the side, trying to find anything but me to stare at, much to my amusement.
"But I could continue as well," I spoke with newly found confidence.
Her eye twitched as she yanked me on top of her, her form once sitting now lying back.
"Not if I take your breath away," she all but growled into my ears.
"hu?" was all I got as her lips found mine again.
After a second of just pure confusion mixed with bliss, I realized what was about to happen, and braced myself appropriately.
Carefully, my hands moved to caress her breasts, their size being no problem for me as I played with her erect nipples, something she seemed to find delightful if the moans echoing in my mouth were anything to go by.
However, it was she who made the first play, her organic hand snaking down my aching back painfully slowly before coming to a stop at my ass, her palms stretching and groping with horney vigor, something I could sorely relate to, as my dick was bulging through my pants, its genetically enhanced size dry humping her stomach.
Eventually, both of her hands had snaked down my backside and had cupped my ass, her organic hand having moved slightly over to also play with my entrance, something I found greatly arousing.
One of my hands playing with her breasts eventually broke off, sliding down and past my grinding dick, before coming to a stop around her vigina, its form having to stretch due to the height difference.
From there, the kiss was released as we were left to look at each other, something I did while planting hard kisses down her collarbone before my moth went to accompany her lovely nipple; it was satisfying to hear an immediate moan of pleasure when my mouth encircled it.
However, she wasn't the only one experiencing pleasure anymore, as she had snuck her bionic hand down my pants, insnaring my grinding shaft with cold indifference before beginning to stroke it.
The difference when doing it yourself and having someone else do it was palpable, as the tight grip nearly made me climax with only the endurance of my genes keeping the action at bay.
Not wanting to be outdone, I began to let my fingers dance around her entrance, occasionally tipping inside to draw a particularly loud moan from her vocals.
Fortunately, the foreplay didn't last long, and we were both shimmying our pants off, my shoes and socks going with them as they scrapped each other off.
Now we were both lying here naked masturbating each other, our impatiens slowly getting the better of us as my dick which had been grinding against her clit, was starting to teeter on the edge of entering her, the action a big step for anyone.
However, before I could look up to her for confirmation, she shoved it in, it shouldn't and wasn't a surprise when I immediately came, nor was it that surprising when the snapping of her hymen jumbled around that seemed to tie our existences together.
Neither of us paid attention to the action, as we were too focused on our respective pleasures, with her enjoying the feeling of being rammed and filled with my cum and myself enjoying doing the ramming and cumming.
That wasn't to say I was the only one getting off, as she was getting off every few minutes or so as well, it's just I was doing it more because my genes allowed me to do so.
It wasn't long before her pussy was leaking my cum, the sight of my thick white semen dripping down her ass before running over her asshole acting as a major turn-on.
Had I been just a bit taller and stronger, I'd be hard-pressed to have her up against a wall, but I was neither, so, things to work on in the future I suppose.
It was hours later when I finally felt my last climax approaching, my near-endless stamina having been run ragged by her equally ravenous stamina pool; wanting it to be something we both could enjoy together, I pulled my cum-soaked hand from her asshole, which was equally as soaked, where I then drew it over to her clit.
The kiss we were in seemed to deepen as she recognized the imminent end.
After a few more hard and deep thrusts, I felt my limit break, its fracture coming in the form of a copious amount of cum invading her womb, that part seemed to be what got her off, as an equally warm liquid spurted on my pelves, leaving it and almost half of my stomach caked in her semen.
With that final climax, we both fell into a comfortable silence, our heavy and rugged breathing being the only thing heard echoing throughout the cave, its once clean air now smelling nothing but sweat.
The feeling of my limp dick resing in her pussy was nice, and so was her caressing of my ass, but everything good had to come to an end eventually as our tired minds drifted off to sleep; the thought being we would deal with this new development tomorrow.
And so with one final kiss, we were off, drifting into blissful dreams while holding each other.
'Best week ever,' were my final thoughts.
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Narration
It was a month later when they were both rescued, both being found near the beach as they were attempting to do something while on top of each other, what that something was remains a mystery to everyone but them.