Banished Pt. 09

Cameron moaned in response, as she felt the spurts of my cum emptying inside of her, and she momentarily increased her movements to a frenzy, before slowing her riding down as her own orgasm came to meet my own.

She rode me through the sensations, and I nuzzled her, kissing and cuddling her affectionately until the waves of pleasure subsided, and we collapsed into a happy, but exhausted heap.

Her hair clung to her forehead, and a little sheen of sweat covered her naked body, and I leaned over to her shoulder and stuck my tongue out, taking a long, slow, lick along the length of sweaty skin, and cooing contentedly, as my tongue processed the taste.

She watched me with interest, then smiled.

"I want in on this," she said, as she scooted back, then leaned down to my softening cock, she took a tentative lick, tasting me, then opening her mouth, and sucking deliberately and lapping up the remnants of my seed.

She sucked me dry, moving down to my balls, which were coated with the sticky remnants of our combined juices, and she sucked them clean, before moving back up to my cock, and sucking on it some more.

"You sure got back on that horse quickly," I noted, and she blushed.

"It's your taste; I just can't get enough of it," she admitted, as she moved her own hand between her legs, withdrawing it with a coating of our combined juices, before licking it clean; and I studied her with a big smile.

Her eyes flicked back to my cock, an excited look in them, and I smiled.

"You can, if you want to," I said.

"Don't you need time? To recover?"

I shook my head.

"I've apparently learned how to use my implant to enhance even that," I replied, and her eyes lit up.

"Really? Because, I've kinda been thinking about it a lot today," she said, poking my thing, and moving it back and forth as she studied it with a look of fascination.

She seemed to be weighing her options in her mind, and eventually she nodded, staring up at me as she turned her head to the side and placed a little kiss along the middle of the shaft, and I let out a low moan, as she ran her lips all the way up to the tip, before parting her lips, and slowly, deliberately, sucking me in.

I felt her tongue dance against the head of my cock, flicking against the opening a bit, before wrapping around the base and underside as she slid me further along.

She took me halfway in, before pausing, and sliding me back out, then moving her lips back and forth over the first few inches of my meat.

"How am I doing?" she asked, as she released me, and I patted her on the head.

"Fantastic," I replied, and she smiled happily.

"I think I rather the feel of you deep inside of me, though," she said, "and, I'm struggling to comprehend how girls take this thing deeper in than I just took you."

I snickered in response, then pulled her up to me, and she smiled, as she settled into my arms.

"We probably need to get dressed before we go to sleep, huh..."

I nodded.

"When we've got our own trees, we can sleep naked and have all the sex we want."

"Mmh. I like the sound of that. Although, I'm probably going to have to wade through a sea of pussy to even get a night with you by then."

I bit my lip as she continued:

"First wife privileges are starting to sound really good."

I shook my head.

"For you, my dear wife, I'll fuck all of my bitches during the day, and you'll have your nights," I replied, in a tone of mock 'gallantry', and she giggled in response.

"Awfully considerate of you," she replied sarcastically, before snuggling up to me once more.

We lay like that for a while, but as we heard the sounds of others moving close by and probably getting ready for bed, we got up and quickly dressed, before settling in for the night.

Cameron pulled me close, and I wrapped my arms around her as she nestled herself into the nook of my arm.

My hand wandered to her stomach, and she nuzzled me a little in response.

"Do you think one day our own little one will snuggle up to us right here?" she asked, gesturing to the little space in front of her, and as I reached out and patted the spot, I let out a little sigh.

"Hopefully," I said, and as my tone sounded just a little wistful, Cameron turned and shot me a questioning look.

"What was that?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"I've been putting it out of my mind, but every time I think about it, I get a little restless. Like if I need to do everything I can right now before our child is born, to make sure that they'll be safe from harm."

She chuckled, reaching back and gently caressing the hair at the back of my head.

"You're already doing more than you can," she countered. "Besides, we have some time..."

Not as much as you think, I thought.

"Have you ever felt this way, though?"

I considered the question.

"A few times, I think."

"Oh? Over what? Or should I say, 'who'?"

I frowned, as I thought about it.

"Who," I clarified. "My grandmother. She got sick at the end, but before she died, I told her that I would sacrifice my entire family to save her."

"Terrifying, or maybe cute? How old were you?"

"Eight, I think?"

"Then definitely cute. I can picture you now, an innocent little psychopath," she teased, giggling a little, and I frowned. "Was that the moment when she found out that you were one?"

I considered the question, then shook my head.

"No, actually... I don't recall a single time in memory when she didn't know; my entire family, in fact."

She turned a little, then frowned.

"What? Are you serious?"

"I mean, they never used the word psychopath until I was, like, in my teens, I think? But every memory I have of my grandmother involves her expressing to me in some way the knowledge that I was 'special', which I think was just her way of seeing it."

"I think I'm on team grandma with this one, but that's weird. Do they usually pick up on that kind of thing that early?"

"No. A lot of the things that flag psychopathy are just ordinary childish behaviors; impulsivity, self-centeredness, delusions of grandeur. I mean, children mostly don't have the range of experiences needed to even properly exhibit empathy, so even that can be a bit problematic. It was always something that bothered me," I explained.

"Did you ever ask about it?"

I nodded.

"I did, but when my grandmother died, I think I lost my last real meaningful connection in my family. My mother had passed away right before that, and the two of them were the only family members who really spoke to me. I tried to find my real mother, in the hopes that I might get answers, but she was practically a ghost."

"Hnn~. Do you still think about it?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"I haven't in almost a decade, honestly. I guess when I was younger, I was a little curious as to whether or not my mother was maybe a low functioning psychopath who my parents were in some way connected to."

"Wait, is psychopathy genetic?"

I nodded, and Cameron frowned.

"Most of the research agrees that it is. The chances of it appearing in my own children is fairly low, but once the genetic trait is present, as it is for me, then there's the chance that somewhere along the line, even beyond the three-generation cut-off point, it will appear amongst my descendants. I'm sorry, I'm scaring you, aren't I?"

I couldn't quite see Cameron's expression to gauge her feelings, but the sound she'd made sounded a bit like distress.

"No, no. I guess I'm still associating psychopathy with violent criminals, to some extent."

She let out a sigh, before continuing.

"Truthfully, if our child was like you, then they'd stand a much, much better chance at survival in this world, huh?"

"Well, Casey's company sure seems to think so. The fact that they hunt us is something that I'd be worried about, though."

Cameron thought about my words for a bit, before snuggling back into my arms.

"I'm not worried," she said finally, this time, her tone sounding much more convincing. "Besides, you were right, earlier. With the two of us here to raise the child, they're going to turn out fine. Psychopath or not."

I continued to trace a little path on her back, and she hummed contentedly, but I still felt a little unsettled.

I want you to be safe¸ little one, I thought, as I placed a hand, protectively, over Cameron's stomach.

And with that thought in my mind, I settled in, and tried to get to sleep.

***

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

Was that man still tracking me?

I paused my running, and put my hands to the ground and let my energy flow through them to the forest around, and as I sensed everything within the sphere, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe he finally stopped to tend to that wound?

Who knows?

At least it was better than being hunted by that fucking monstrosity with the long sword.

To think that she almost killed Irileth.

Fuck!

This domain was done, but so was I...

No!

I need to make it in time.

Pick up the pace, Jasper!

I began to run, when suddenly, I sensed something, and pulled up to a stop.

Was that him?

No...

It's that man.

The one who was with her!

So that's where his camp is, huh?

Maybe I should just end him right here...

No, focus.

You'll have his core when it's ready, just stick to the plan!

Where are you, little minion?

What happened that you fled so far north from your assigned target?

Pick up the pace.

You can do it.

Just reach him in... yes!

There!

I exerted my influence, calling out to the creature, and it quickly moved towards me in response to my command, but as it reached out its hand, I tried to transform my own limb into a scythe, but it would not turn.

Fuck; my core is spent!

I guess I'll have to use the knife, then.

I withdrew the thing, a weapon I had not drawn in almost a century, and I closed my eyes shut as I raised my left hand and severed it at the forearm.

Then in one motion, I severed the creature's arm, and it wailed.

It'll be over soon, I thought.

I grasped my severed hand, and placing it onto the creature's stump, I poured what was left of my energy into healing the thing, and transfixing my limb in place of its own.

The rest is up to you, huh?

Wait!

I have to name him.

I placed my hand against his chest, and thought for a bit, then uttered "Hans", and a blue light pulsed out from his core.

His eyes narrowed, a kind of realization dawning on him, and he shook his head.

"Why, master?"

It was the creature's first words, and probably the last thing I would ever hear.

"Because, my task must now become your own. Eat the core. Leave nothing behind," I ordered, and I fell to the ground.

As my vision faded to an eternal blackness, I wondered for a brief moment, if perhaps, I was myself, not the original.

Funny thought, huh?

Though I guess it matters little now...

Be well, my minion.

And make certain he dies a horrible death, to pay for what that woman has done...

***