Cassandra and Flynn - First Night

The Rocky Mountains rose spectacularly ahead and she started them forward toward them. "We'll be home in twenty minutes," she said. He laid his head against the window and watched the world go by. The last prison fence and tower. Green fields and cows. The hills rolled. Classical music started playing and he frowned and looked around. She answered her phone, "Hello? Hey, mom." Cassandra didn't sound excited or happy. "Thanks." There was a long pause. "Mom? I just wanted to let you know. I haven't forgotten." There was another long pause. Then Cassandra hung up and set the phone by the hoverdrive shift.

Flynn vacantly beheld her. She didn't look at him. He looked out the windshield. The Rockies were coming closer, green and brown and white and blue.

"It's a long story," she said and took a deep breath.

"You don't have to tell me, you know." His voice was coming back. Now it was a gargling purr.

She shrugged, eyebrows high. "I actually think I'd like to. Um...my parents divorced when I was four. I realized when I was a teen that it was because my father could no longer tolerate my mother's abusive nature. Always yelling at him. Snapping at him for stuff that happened at her work." She turned to him. "They didn't work together." She turned back ahead. "He finally had enough and just walked out and left her to take full custody of me. Didn't even fight it out in court."

Her phone rang. She dismissed the call then turned it off.

"She blamed me, me from the age of four, for the divorce." She turned to him. "A four-year-old? You see?" He nodded, head against the window. He was paying close attention. "So I was too young to understand. Once I started school, I figured, you know...get good grades, mom'll appreciate. Mom'll love you again. No. Her abuse didn't stop. It was never drunken. She didn't drink. Not that I ever noticed. She just...refused to accept that she was anything less than perfect. My dad, I never heard from him again. He just left both of us. I think if I...if he were guilty of sedition and it fell to me to castrate him..." she turned to him, "I probably would." She shrugged back ahead. "Just because he wasn't a man to begin with."

"Do you feel any love for either of them?" Flynn asked.

"No." She shook her head. "Now that I'm rich from the slave trade, she's fallen on hard times and so she wants money from me. And she never once said she was sorry. If I had to force her to say so now, she would but only for the money. That's not remorse. Or even regret. That's forced attrition. She'd say she's sorry because she needs money."

"I'm really sorry to hear it all," he said. "I'll pray for you."

She turned to him. "You pray?"

"Yes, I do. I'm Christian."

She nodded. Then shook her head. "I wish I could believe. Maybe someday...maybe..." She swallowed. "I wish this war had not happened. I've always preferred peace. But I've got a job to do, so I do it. The law is the law. A man breaks it. He must be punished."

Flynn looked out the window and they were passing high over Denver, Colorado. Downtown Denver and its northeastern and northwestern suburbs were engulfed in flames. The smoke was blowing due east. They would fly around it.

"Damn shame," she continued, "that men feel they need to control the world. Who cares who controls it? Now women do, but it was fine for me when men did. I remember it. It did not affect me. Now women demand control and they have it. A man steps out of line, forty lashes to the balls." She looked at him. "To remind him he is a man." She looked ahead.

"How'd you get your job?" he asked.

"Oh, well...my mom caused me to be overwhelmed with depression in middle school. My grades plummeted. I shaved my head. She didn't even complain about that. Just...she wouldn't accept me as anything but a fuck-up. She used to say that to me. Those words. 'Fuck-up, failure...' One day in high school a jock asshole named Joshua Tolar," and she turned to him, "these are the names you never forget." He nodded. "He was on the varsity team. He worked out obsessively. All the muscles. Real big guy. Six five. Two-fifty. He was crushing on me, but he was a cunt and he wouldn't take a cold shoulder as a hint, so one day he grabs me by both shoulders, slams me against the lockers in the hall. The bell had just rung and everybody was pouring out of classrooms. He said..."

She laughed and shook her head. "He said, 'Enough's enough, baby girl. You're gonna be mine and I want everyone to see this.' He leaned in with his tongue out to kiss me and the whole hallway stopped. Unfortunately for him, I had been training four days a week in Krav Maga since seventh grade. A friend of my dad's. She was a master instructor and felt sorry for me because of my mom, so she taught me for free. Anyway, I kneed Josh so hard in the balls he popped up four inches off the floor without even jumping. He hadn't been able to flinch because he hadn't seen it coming. So...he looks at me with shock in his eyes, yipes and crumples to the floor, rocking over and over, one side to the other in the fetal position, moaning and whimpering, trying to get up, but the pain was so bad you could actually see it erupting and shaking all over his body. He was vibrating with it. Now everybody in the hall was laughing, but I suddenly realized how much better I had felt for the first time since I was four fucking years old, so I went all the way. I saw my chance.

"I acted all shocked and dismayed and said, 'Oh, no! Josh! I didn't mean for it to be so bad! Here, let me check and see if there's any damage!' And I knelt and he let me spread his knees open. He was wearing khaki shorts and was going fucking commando under them." She rolled her eyes. "I reached up his pant legs and found them. Pretty big ones, too." She turned to Flynn. "Raisins compared to yours." She grinned. He smiled. She turned back ahead. "I grabbed one in each hand and crushed them in that instant. Just squeezed for all I was worth and they burst like really tough tomatoes. I felt them explode and I came harder than I ever had in my life up to then. I took the rest of the day off because I was soaking my jeans. He screamed like a woman in some old black and white horror movie, this curdly, warbling screech. Like a fucking parrot. And his hands shot to his crotch and pried my hands away. I wasn't nearly as strong then as I am now. It didn't matter. His balls felt like formless paste just as I let them go. So I stand up and he's wallowing, thrashing, kicking up off the floor from the agony, screaming and mewling like a whipped dog. And I said..."

She laughed. "'Sorry about that, Josh, but they're both jelly, now!' I said this so the whole hall could hear it and no one was laughing anymore. 'Sorry about that, Josh, but they're both jelly now! All the king's horses and all the king's men won't be able to put them back together again! Maybe next time, no means no! Enjoy the rest of your life!' And I saw a dark spot growing in the crotch of my jeans so I quickly walked out the nearest door and found a janitor's closet. I frigged myself off for the next thirty minutes and sprayed the entire door, the shelves, the floor, everything in there. I remember hearing a siren. I locked the door and waited another hour, then peeked outside and didn't see anyone, so I quickly got to my car and drove home. I never told my mom. Fuck her. But when I was in the shower that night, fingering myself off some more, I realized that I had never felt scared or embarrassed. About any of it. That was when all the depression vanished in an instant and I burst into tears and cried myself to sleep that night out of pure joy. Elation. I was the happiest person on Earth because I knew what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Join the Army and fight the Resistance. Rise through the ranks and get all the perks. The second best of which is punishing men guilty of sedition."

"What's the best?" he asked.

She turned to him. "You."

He nodded. "Right. Idiot. Yeah. Okay." The Rockies loomed higher. He couldn't see any civilization yet. "What about college?" he asked.

"Well, the instant I was eighteen I moved out. Started going to Iowa State. They gave me a scholarship. I showed great aptitude in high school for engineering. That would have paid well enough, but then the Army started looking hard at me as a good officer recruit, and I took them up on it. The scholarship paid part of it. They paid the rest of it. I paid for rent and food by teaching Krav Maga at a local dojo in Ames." She turned with a grin. "I ruptured twelve men's balls because they were too stupid to wear cups." She turned back. "I graduated in '77. By then the war was in full swing, I was a second lieutenant looking to make my first brilliancy on the battlefield so I could score a sex slave. At Birmingham, our troops were retreating in the advance of heavy armor and I reorganized them into a firing line of rocket launchers and mortars. Infantry strongpoints in every apartment block, storefront and factory. We held the line for five days and then reinforcements arrived. That was my first promotion.

"I was allotted one slave, anyone I wanted. I chose a prisoner of war named Alexander Craig. He had a twelve-inch dick. It wasn't thick, though. I caught him fucking a man one day when I got home to my apartment. I tazed them both and chewed their balls up, then let them die from shock."

Flynn looked at her the way a man looks at a wolf about to charge, with no fence between. "This was last year?" he asked.

"No, two years ago. I took the fast track to graduation. So now I have a BS in Engineering and I'm a captain in the Army. There's a war going on, the Resistance is losing badly on most fronts, and I'm on one-month furlough." She smiled to him. "So we're about to fuck each other's fucking brains out!" She winked. He laughed.

The Rockies rose and rose before them. He looked out his window and Boulder, Colorado was a smoldering heap of destruction. He sighed and looked ahead. "Which mountain is yours?"

"My house is in a nice, wooded glen just below the snow line of Apache Peak." She pointed. "That one right in the middle." He smiled as it towered higher and higher. She flew her car lower and ridges of rock flew up and by, jagged and forested. All the trees were firs and spruces. The prairies spread all brightly colored with flowers, vast in every direction. Then her house appeared as they rounded two hills. It stood on a lower third hill, tucked in between, shady and snug. There were oaks standing tall all around it. Large and light brown, three stories, with a chimney. She piloted her car down to the landing pad on her roof and set down gently.

"So how did you get rich?"

She shut off the engine and said, "The slave trade, silly. I kidnap prisoners of war and sell them into sexual slavery. Hundred percent profit. No middle man."

"Is that legal?"

She turned to him with a grin. "If you don't get caught." She opened her door and walked around to his side. He saw the corner of a swimming pool in her backyard. She helped him out and walked with him, right arm slung over her shoulder, to the roof door and pressed three seven five seven seven on a keypad next to it. The door clicked and she opened it and led him inside, down a staircase. The lights were off but the sun through the windows revealed a spacious attic with old furniture.

"Do you have any pets?"

"Just you." They reached the second floor landing and kept going down. He saw a large library go by. When they reached the bottom, he saw the kitchen ahead. Lots of pots and pans hanging. A large kitchen and everything around him was neat and clean. A bar with a sink to the left of a gas stove. The living room was to the left around the wall. She brought him right, around the corner through a doorway and they were in a bedroom. The bed was a king size with gray covers and three pillows. She sat him on the edge and pushed him over so he lay across it, not toward the pillows. "Here comes the massage, honeybunny!" she purred and pulled his shoes and socks off, then his sweatpants and underwear and his cock flopped mostly limp down between his thighs. He watched with a grin as she kicked her own shoes off, then her socks, and he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and tossed it away. There were three dressers in the room, one with a large oval mirror. Another door stood open ahead of him but he couldn't see through it.

She unbuttoned and tossed her shirt away, then unclasped her red bra and her tits flopped out heavy and round. She slid her pants down, then her red panties and said, "Roll over and let your head hang over the side." He briefly noticed she had a tampon in, then breathed deep and rolled over. His cock was quickly plumping and he held it straight up against his abs and settled. He spread his knees a little and his balls lay soft on the comforter. A moment later he felt her climb atop him, straddling his ass and she sat warm with a moan and squeezed her hands slowly up his waist, kneading her thumbs into his lumbar. She pulled his arms down to his sides, palms up.

"Oh, God, yes!" he purred. He heard something like a squirt bottle, then felt her hands cold and wet glide oily up and down his back. "You uh...you - you cum a lot," he said.

"Yeah?"

"What about the sheets?"

"Oh, I've got a tampon in."

He moaned his eyes closed as she worked his trapeziuses and shoulders, the back of his neck, down his triceps and upper back. "I was wondering..." he purred.

"What?"

"Mmmay I eat you out when you're done?"

She chuckled. "Of course you may! You any good?"

"Mmmmm...yyeahh. Women won't let me fuck 'em when they see it, so we always settle on oral. Years of practice."

"Ooh, boy! Well, it'll be a nice way for you to stay hydrated!" They both laughed. She gave him a deep-tissue massage for ninety minutes, rolling her fists into the sides of his ass and he squealed with delight. He rested against all sixteen by four inches of his cock and she worked slowly down his hamstrings, kneaded into his calves and said, "Oh, your calves are super tight!" She pressed hard into their sides with her thumbs and he giggled in a low bass rumble as they loosened. She squeezed his ankles and he felt them both pop. He rolled his eyes shut as she worked into his soles, spread his toes wide with her fingers through them and ran her thumbs deep along his arches. Then he felt her lips on his balls. A licking kiss for each one. "There! Better?"

"Oh, my ffffucking Goddd!"

"Mm-hmm! Now roll over."

He sighed and rolled over. His cock bounced and throbbed against him. "I feel a lot stronger now, actually! I'd say I'm back to about eighty percent. If you want, I think I can probably cum again and I'll be alright."

"No, no. We'll wait until tomorrow for that. Sit up and I'll help you into the shower." He sat up and she moaned at the sight of his abs flexing.

She helped him stand and he said, "Let me see if I can walk." She let go and he stretched his arms and back, rolled his head around and his neck cracked. He swallowed and nodded. "I'm good."

"Awesome! Follow me!" He watched her perfect, massive ass sashay through the open door and she flicked the lights on. He saw a huge glass wall the same length and height as the walls of the bedroom. There was a toilet and sink to the left. Two towels hung to the right. She opened a glass door in the middle and he followed her into a huge, well-lighted shower room. It was slightly larger than the dungeon and there were two dozen shower heads around the walls, a large square hammock in the center, white with two pillows on it, that swung from five steel posts around it. The only drain lay directly under it. The floor sloped gently to it. She padded to the left wall and turned both knobs. The shower heads sprinkled to life and all of them sprayed thirty-five feet from the walls to the hammock in the center. "We've got about an hour of hot water!" Her voice resounded sonorous from all the steel in the walls.

The water began to steam. She pointed to the ceiling. He looked up and there were corrugated vents in between each of fifteen fluorescent light windows. "That's where the steam will go! So we can breathe!" She pulled the tampon out and cum splashed the floor after it. She tossed it away and grinned at him as she walked to the hammock, gently sat on it and lay back. She motioned him over with her finger. He walked into the hot water. It felt perfect all over him and he lolled his head around, soaking his hair, then knelt before her pussy and she raised her knees, beautiful feet pointing to the sides. He leaned in and took a deep breath that closed his eyes. Her musk was so pungent he could taste it down his throat. He looked up at her. She grinned wider. He smiled back down at the most powerful, magnificent pussy he had ever fucked, its lips puffed up thick, its clit fat and throbbing. He could count her heartbeat by watching it. One hundred and thirty beats a minute. She was excited. His cock throbbed at about the same rate.

Then he licked it long up the center and John Fulp had been right. Her cum did taste just like a fresh slice of ham on Thanksgiving Day, with strong notes of pineapple and cloves. He kissed her lips with a suck away and then plunged his tongue in flat and firm. She wasn't nearly as tight, and it occurred to him that she was relaxing her pussy because it was so powerful, if she squeezed, he actually wouldn't be able to push his tongue in. He licked up and down, tongue flat against the sides of her walls, and she yelped, "Ohhh!! Fuck me!! You got a wide tongue!!" She started giggling as he sped up. "Jesus, you are just everything!!"

He curled it up and licked hard back and forth, side to side, around in circles precisely against her g-spot and she squealed and closed her knees around him. He put his arms under her knees, between her thighs and up to either side of her waist. Now he held her legs open and her helplessness at closing them made the ecstasy instantly better. He worked her g-spot hard and fast and felt her hands stroke into his hair and push him down. She trembled vehemently all over, feet shivering against his back and the first flood of hot cum washed scalding over his tongue. He grinned a little and closed his eyes, letting it fill his mouth completely, then gulped with a gurgling smack and let her fill his mouth again. It had a creamy, syrupy texture.

He couldn't believe how much there was and she was screaming openly now, a beautiful contralto resounding around the shower. Her whole body undulated in great heaving waves of euphoria, curling her off the hammock and back down. She watched several times for him to look up but he never did, and that made her start sobbing with delight. He didn't need to watch her face to enjoy eating her out. He just enjoyed it. He knew he was rocking her world and he settled his mouth over her whole pussy and began licking deep, slow circles around her clit. She howled and flopped up over his head and sat that way, thrashing and shuddering as the second best orgasm she'd ever had dominated her, drowned her in intolerable bliss.

He picked her up with his hands at her waist and stood up straight while she roared with sonorous yelping wails, curled over his head, hair draped down his back to his ass, and held his face tight against her with both hands. He drank and drank with airy slurps and kisses. Then he wrapped his tongue around her clit and sucked hard and fast back and forth. Cassandra's voice burst up higher, louder, higher, louder, ringing a clear glissando like an electric harp, fluttering up two full scales and back down, back up. Ecstasy, euphoria, and elation, just as before, saturated her whole body from the inside out, blasting one, long eruption of rapturous paradise throughout her. He sucked harder, faster, guzzling as much of her cum as he could, but with his tongue wrapped around her clit, he had to swallow with only the back of his throat. Cum spilled down his cheeks and chin and it was as hot as the bathwater.

He gently set his teeth to it and hummed. She gasped and stiffened into a quaking squeeze around him with every muscle. He opened his teeth and happened to thrust his tongue in right when her pussy clenched tight and she actually sucked his tongue out to the root four inches into her. She wailed, head down behind him and now her voice wasn't a rising, falling glissando, but a broken, irregular shrieking stridence. He held her knees open but it was a fierce battle as they clamped tight against his underarms. He was having trouble exhaling and had to flex his abs to catch his breath. Her pussy held his tongue immobile as wave after rich, creamy wave of cum poured into his mouth, over his lips, searing down his throat, his chest, his abs, around the base of his throbbing cock, like a warm blanket around his balls. The showerheads behind him at at his sides were spraying them both, but the ones ahead of him on the far side of the hammock couldn't reach him. Her cum was the only thing soaking his front as she screamed and squealed with each rolling burst of climax. It exploded again and again all over her like volcanic flowers blooming open into majestic scintillations. And the flowers did not close their petals. They spread wide and stayed that way as more and more joined them everywhere. She felt euphoria in every pore. He could only lick her by throating the rough back of his tongue against her clit, and he gulped gurgling gush after gush. He was actually getting full.

She came non-stop for two minutes and then her screams suddenly dwindled with her trembling to a slower rocking moan. Her pussy released his tongue and he slowly leaned forward, slid his left hand up her back and held her neck as she flopped limply back over and he laid her in the hammock and sucked her clit nice and hard, a long slurp away from it. She gasped up into a fluttery howl and her body erupted again, but quickly calmed. He let her legs down over the edge and lifted her farther onto it until only her feet dangled at the ankles. The water washed her hair from her face and her grin was open, her eyes rolled white up. Flynn had licked her unconscious.

He closed her mouth and kissed her. She sighed and closed her eyes. Then slowly blinked them open and beheld his gorgeous face. He smiled and winked. Cassandra's mouth seized into quivering and he quickly climbed into the hammock beside her and hugged her to him in the hot water. She burst into sobbing heaves and he stroked her back with both hands, rolled over so she was on top and wrapped his legs around her ass. She pressed her face against the ropes and wept with overwhelming delight, shaking hard for three minutes. He kissed her neck, licked her ear, tongued inside it, kissed her cheek. His cock throbbed slow and mightily against their abs. His balls found a gap in the ropes large enough to plop through and swung five inches beneath the hammock.

She finally calmed down enough to raise her head. His face was sheltered in a wild spray of her hair from the water and she kissed him, sucked his tongue to the back of her throat and slathered the taste of her cum from it, from his cheeks, licking his teeth and he kissed her back all the same. Then she lolled her head back over his shoulder and breathed fast and deep.

"I can fuck you right now, if you want," he purred. His voice was back, a delicious bass vibrating into her. "But I think you should drink something."

She gasped and moaned, "You're absolutely right!"

"I think I just drank about half a gallon of your cum. I'm not kidding." She shivered up from him, weakly pushing with her hands on his shoulders. She looked at him, panting, and chuckled up a grin. The Alpha Female Wolf was back.

"Jut lie there," she growled and slumped off his right side. There was plenty of room in the hammock. She slowly curled up and slumped over on her front. Now her head lay at his ankles and her ankles at his head. She raised her left arm shakily over his waist and pulled herself up onto him, striding long over with her left leg. She spread her knees wide and her pussy mashed against his throat. She felt his lips on her asscheeks and giggled as he kissed and sucked on them. "Raise your head," she moaned. He did and she curled her calves soft under and he lay back. He couldn't quite reach her pussy unless he curled up. Before he could ask if that's what she wanted, his eyes and mouth opened wide as she stuffed his glans in and sucked and slathered hard around it, teething and humming, and immediate electrified ecstasy engulfed his whole crotch. His balls drew up with a pluck through the hammock, tight against him and if she kept working his glans with such ravenously dazzling magnificence, he would cum in ten seconds.

But she didn't keep doing it. She sucked off and waited a full minute for his cock to stop hiccupping. He heard her breathing hard and fast, deep, rapid breaths and asked, "Are you okay?"

She spoke between pants, "Yeah! I'm! Building! My! Oxygen! Up!" She huffed and huffed until his cock had calmed against his beautiful abs, and then she took a deep, long breath through her nose, stuffed his glans in, put her palms on his thighs, held her breath and plunged straight forward. Flynn whimpered as her throat opened wider than she had ever felt it and her teeth glided a deep, tickling burn down his shaft. She heard him gasp in, deeper, deeper as she buried his cock balls deep down her throat and rolled her mouth nestling into his crotch. His glans was almost in her stomach.

Flynn stared, mouth and eyes wide open in utter disbelief at her ass and pussy. The most beautiful woman on Earth was astride him, naked and streaming under the shower, and she had just smoothly deepthroated all sixteen inches of his cock from tip to hilt in one thrust. Then he gasped again with a little falsetto moan as she swallowed hard and held her throat shut around it, as tight a squeeze as she could manage.

Then she sucked it back out of her throat fast to his glans and plowed it right back in. Flynn's eyes rolled up shut and he relaxed his head on her calves with a slack-jawed smile as her throat squeezed and sucked him tight and hot from tip to hilt to tip, faster, faster. With each long suck off it he listened to her making clotted throat clucks. This wasn't as good as fucking her pussy, but since her throat couldn't squeeze as powerfully, he could last longer.

Forth and back she swung them in the hammock under a hot bath, swallowing every inch with every thrust. He felt her left hand caress his balls, tickling them, tugging at them, massaging around them and that was what did him in. "HhhOHHHH!!! Sh - ffuckkk!! HHHHUUUHHH!!!" His body started shaking violently under her and she sucked fast off to the tip, curled his head up flush against her ass and his nose pressed into her pussy as she slurped and slathered as firmly as she could, sucking hard all over his glans, humming her teeth around it and Flynn's shuddering moans slipped up into falsetto for four seconds as the second greatest orgasm he had ever felt began chewing sharply up from his taint. His balls sang with delight and the first gargantuan glob of cum rolled in a visible wave up his shaft. It spread her hands open as she scorched up a tight double-fist twist as fast as she could up and down every inch, sucking and teething his glans.

Cum scalded into her mouth, as hot as the bathwater over her pink back, a blasting gush that filled her whole mouth from the back of her throat to her incisors in one second. She gulped hard, gagged, hiccupped and rich milky-white cum spewed from both nostrils. It was deliciously sweet and creamy, just a hint of salt, as viscous as oatmeal. "NNH!!! UNHH!!! HUHHH!!! NNGG!!!" Each buck of his hips shoved his cock five inches down her throat. His legs thrashed desperately over the hammock. His fists gripped the ropes. She sucked and slathered and snarled with ferocious lust as he sprayed splashing floods of cum over her tongue, jetting so powerfully against the back of her throat that it stung. Flynn pumped sixteen ounces of it into her stomach and she sucked and gulped and smacked every drop. He could hear her throat rolling it down. He flopped and thrashed through sixty-eight fat, heaving eruptions of deliriously overwhelming euphoria. It spiced his nipples hard despite the steaming water.

He pumped cum down her throat for seventy-four seconds. It took him the last twenty-three of those to calm from peak, bucking intensity to deep trembling under her. His grunts relaxed to silent panting and she rolled her right fist firmly around in his taint and a final, ripple of cum plumped up his shaft. Her left hand squeezed up beneath it and it slopped out hot into her mouth. She slurped it all out, kissed off his glans, turned her face up into the water and he heard her gulp it down. She smacked her lips and sighed as she rolled to her left off him.

They both panted deep and slow and Flynn's cock began softening. It had had enough for one day. It returned to a limp nine inches and flopped down straight between his roiling thighs. He felt her kissing the side of his left asscheek, licking it.

Then she slowly pushed up against him, rolled onto her back and scooted her ass over the ropes until her legs fell over the side and her feet found the floor. She brushed her hair behind her and stood at his head. He watched her rise and purred, "You gotta be thirsty!"

She nodded and staggered to the knobs, turned the shower off and padded in dank splashes back to the door, opened it and reached out. She brought the towels to him and he sat up swinging to the edge of the hammock. They slowly toweled dry and he threw his right arm over her shoulder. She helped him up and staggered with him out of the shower, dropped her towel on the tile in front of the toilet, and they dried their feet on it.

Then she helped him back to the bed and let him flop heavily onto it. His belly sloshed. "Gatorade?" she purred.

He sighed and shook his head. He was nearly asleep. He grinned a little. "Your cum literally filled my whole stomach." She nodded and turned for the kitchen. "...st...bring one..." he swallowed. "Fforr...mmiddle...f...night. Mmaybe."

He listened to her distant chugging. A minute later she reappeared and set a thirty-two ounce orange gatorade on the nightstand on his side of the bed. He tilted his head to see it and a red digital clock next to it read "6:48." The world was dim outside the window. He glimpsed oak boughs blowing between the dark curtains. Cassandra started pulling the sheets down under him and he lifted his ass, sat up a bit and she stuffed his feet under, climbed in next to him and tucked them up to their throats. The bottom sheet was silk. She sighed as she rolled onto her front and her tits mashed warm and soft into his chest, nipples still hard. She straddled his left leg and lay her right cheek against his left pec, almost in his armpit. He brought his left arm out from the sheets and laid it over her. He stroked her back over the comforter and she reached her left arm over his abs, right arm down at her side, palm up.

"Sure you're not gonna die in your sleep?" she whispered.

"Positive. I feel almost normal strength-wise. I think maybe when I had to be hospitalized, I mean...I did have the flu for a week and half prior."

"Oh, well that explains it. Good. We can fuck every day."

She was asleep in three minutes. Flynn gazed around the dark room for a while. Thunder boomed in the distance. That put him to sleep in that instant. His last conscious thought was of a very bizarre sensation. His brain fell asleep just before his eyes finished shutting, and he felt a delectably soothing release all over his body. Flynn felt himself fall asleep, knew he was asleep, then knew nothing.