Dawn cracks over Gisborne’s boardwalk. Waves crash hard. Salt air bites my lungs. I stride tall, 180cm of sleek power in black Adidas leggings hugging my curves. Sports top strains against firm tits. Brassiere pink underneath, teasing. Eyes scan: joggers, dogs, fatties fighting gravity. Then him. Patrice. Short French retiree, frustrated eyes. We lock gazes daily. Smiles build. Today, I falter. Stagger. Collapse. Heart pounds fake. He’s alone. Perfect.
He rushes. Checks pulse. Dials emergency. ‘No!’ My voice commands. Eyes pierce his. French? Yes. No ambulance. Home nearby. He protests. I dictate: grab hands, lift me, arm over neck. His palm cups my tit. Firm silicone holds. I lean heavy, breath hot on his neck. Body heat ignites my core. Power surges. I’m no victim. I’m the trap.
The Mutation
Gate scans thumb. Door palm-print. Inside, dim lounge. Orchids watch. Collapse on couch. ‘Bracelet.’ He fastens it. Nano-needles kick in. Color floods cheeks. Strength returns. Smile twists wicked. ‘Leave.’ Door slams. He’s hooked. Mask drops. Pulsations roar. I’m alive. Hungry. In control.
Next dawn, I chase him down. Block his path. Apology drips sweet. Eyes beg. Hands clasp belly. He melts. Breakfast invite. Arm hooks his. Tit grinds deliberate. House again. Security yields. Coffee steams. Baguette golden. I shower quick. Emerge in silk-leather robe. Lights dance on curves. Nipples peak. Camel toe swells.
He stares. Cock tents shorts. ‘My body interests you.’ Direct. Crude. He gapes. I confess desire. Moral qualms? Bullshit. Shower him first. Strip him bare. Flamberge throbs. ‘Beautiful cock.’ Bathe feet up. Lather balls. Peel foreskin. Suck gland. He hardens. Kiss seals.
Air dries us hot. Bedroom panels slide. King bed waits. Drape falls. Dim glow. I own this.
The Exploit
Flamberge pulses in my grip. Expert strokes. He dives to pussy. Tongue laps dew. I grind face. Sixty-nine locks. Mouth engulfs shaft. Tongue swirls helmet. Fingers probe ass—no. Mine massage prostate. He laps deeper. Walls clench.
Missionary thrust. Pussy grips perfect. We explode synced. Skin silk. ‘Young girl smooth.’ Treatment side. Implants shine. Drink? Amber nectar. Straws between tits.
Straddle him. Cock slides home. ‘Grow inside me.’ Drink sparks fire. Hips rock savage. Chevauch I him. Waves crash outside echo. Tongue devours his. Bassin grinds brutal. Hallucinations hit him—good. K2R works. Ovules devour sperm in his mind. I harvest real load. Vials fill unseen. Ecstasy peaks. He roars.
Shower revives. Clothes pristine. Collation bonds. He leaves glowing. Amour declared.
Electro-zap repels climber next day. Mission success. Seed secured. Back to veuve facade. Ranch calls. Disease charade. World sees frail widow. I wield power unseen. Stronger. Wilder. Secret fuels fire. Night awaits next hunt.