Pandemic Ch. 03

"Sorry. It's a language issue. The name for the species in our Old Tongue translates more or less to 'the depraved', or 'the depraved ones'. That's what they are in our view... they target life, whether they mean to or not. The species in general is depraved through no choice of their own. The Depraved One, though, he chooses to act this way. He wants to make a commotion, get attention. That's why he bites the necks of his victims... it's showy. He could just as easily kiss them and get the same result. But that wouldn't make enough of a fuss for his liking."

Anna considered this carefully before replying. "I assumed these were all disease patients, but you call it a species. If that's the case, what's your species? Or mine?"

He raised his head to smile at her. "You were mortal. The other races are somewhat immortal, at least in comparison to your kind. Supra-mortal, if you like. The Depraved are next, the lowest of the species, and the closest to mortals. I don't know if that's why some of them act the way they do... I've no idea."

She thought on all this, but the more she tried, the more her mind kept coming back to her own aching head. "I'm not sure I'll survive more battles in my head," she murmured quietly. "How long was I out this time?"

"Twelve hours ago you were awake enough to speak, but only barely." His sigh made his shoulders heave. "I can claim you," he said slowly, "But I'm not sure you'd be able to take it."

"I don't follow."

"Sex should put enough of my species in your system to force the other virus out, and fast," he translated frankly. "But as must be more and more obvious, I'm not mortal. You haven't seen my... other form. I'm worried that I don't think anyone has tried combining our species in someone already Depraved." His eyes were stuck to her chin, refusing to meet her gaze. "It's protected our women from the Depraved virus, but not retroactively."

"Then... claim me, David," she told him, both disgusted and thrilled at the word choice. She ignored the part of her that wanted to be rabidly feminist just now. "I think I've been yours since that first time you yelled at me to go to bed," she admitted.

His eyes finally met hers. "As foolish as this may sound, I had hoped there might be a bit more romance involved, the first time."

Anna had to smile. "It's a nice idea, love," she told him, consciously testing out the word. "But I find that I'd rather have your enemy out of my head than wait for a better time. We can plan a weekend getaway once he's not watching my every move."

He rested his chin on her stomach. "And what about the part where I might hurt you? Especially since the species are not compatible?"

"Nothing about me is incompatible, every test we've tried has shown that. But what is this other form of yours?" This was the first he had mentioned such a thing, and she was unsure what to make of it.

"There is a reason we're known as the Guardians," he told her, sitting up and facing away from her with a sigh. "A thousand years ago they just called us giants." The bed creaked suddenly, the first sign that anything was different. Then his body started to swell, each of his muscles becoming more defined and then continuing to grow until they at least doubled in size. He rose, the bed groaning its relief at the removal of weight.

Removing his t-shirt before it ripped, David was still growing; he passed seven feet and kept on going. Now the high ceilings and doors made sense. Anna would have blushed when he removed his pants as well, but she was too stunned at the nine-foot-tall human refusing to look at her.

The huge shoulders heaved as he sighed again, finally turning around. She recognized him at once, even with faulty vision, though he had changed a great deal. He was still proportioned much the same as he had been a moment before, but the similarities ended there. His eyes now were a bright copper, wide pupils and irises blocking out nearly all the white. As he watched her examine him, his pupils changed shape, more like a cat's eye. She recalled being scared of the change in his eyes back at college, but in context, they were not frightening, they were gorgeous.

Anna sat up in bed, ignoring the woozy feeling that still plagued her. She was too busy admiring the man in front of her. Now she did blush, seeing him completely bare, but she also liked what she saw. "You're beautiful," she breathed, standing slowly and resting a hand on his muscular chest. His muscles felt hard, like a layer of almost-solid rubber over chiseled granite. She felt dizzy and placed her other hand on his chest, too, bracing herself against him to steady her uncertain body.

Even his skin felt different, more like leather, and she could understand why he might seem like a giant to earlier civilizations. She would have to spend time in thought later to satisfy the part of her mind that was trying to put dots together. Right now she wanted to explore the creature in front of her, though she needed to reassure the sad expression on his face first. "David, I'm amazed, but if you honestly think this is going to scare me away, you're a fool." She stroked his chest, the highest place she could comfortably reach.

He knelt, bringing his face even with hers. She had a brief feeling like vertigo, reeling until she steadied herself against his shoulders. He noticed and put one hand on her hip to hold her in place. "I don't want to hurt you, Anna." His voice was deeper, matching his size, but she still heard him in it.

"You won't," she stressed, putting her arms around his neck. "Just because you're nearly twice my height," she teased, "Doesn't mean I'll let you throw me around."

His smile was still the smile she recognized. "You've got some serious balls, woman," he replied, wrapping his arms around her easily. "I saw it that first night. I hope that isn't going to put a damper on our relationship."

Since his arousal was visible, Anna was beginning to wonder if she would be able to handle him like this, but that was not going to stop her from trying. "I'm guessing you don't get laid much," she taunted. If anything she thought his cock looked small for his frame, and she had to be grateful for the small favor.

He picked her up then immediately dropped her on the bed, making her squeak in surprise. "Maybe you think that's funny," he replied with a straight face, "But walking around with an endless case of blue balls is nothing to laugh about!"

If he had kept the straight face, maybe she would not have laughed, but since he was smiling, she could not help herself. "Maybe you should do something about that, then," she said between laughs.

He knelt at her side, a moment's hesitation keeping him from diving atop her and likely smothering her, but when he kissed her, her passion was just as strong as his, removing any doubt in her mind that he might be overpowering her. Her borrowed clothing didn't last long when he slid his hands underneath, he ripped the sweatshirt without meaning to. So she removed sweatshirt and t-shirt, getting eager help in removing the sweatpants he had loaned her.

His hands stroked her skin, drawing both their eyes to the stark difference between her body and his huge tanned hand, one of which could measure across her pale stomach without stretching. He had appreciated her breasts earlier, but now they were dwarfed by his palms, and his head blocked her entire view when he started kissing her neck.

She arched under his touch, his kisses hiding her body beneath his huge frame, and he still knelt next to the bed, he had not even joined her yet. "Yes," she urged when he hesitated again. "Don't make me hurt you."

His chuckle rumbled through her body. "I'm almost tempted to let you try," he replied, nuzzling her neck.

Anna thrashed beneath his leaning upper body until he straightened. "Get over here and lie down," she prompted, knee-walking until she could straddle him. There was a moment when she was unsure the bed would hold them both, but eventually she managed to find her desired perch, sitting up on his stomach and pinning his arms down with her legs.

He was unable to move his arms from his sides without hurting her, so all he did was stare at her in all her naked glory. "What do you think you're doing?"

Anna laughed. "I was thinking of masturbating right here, where you can watch," she told him, running her hands from her knees inward. She spread her outer lips and displayed slick inner flesh, making him start struggling in order to be free to touch her.

Rocking back and forth he released one of his arms, and that hand was all he needed to dislodge her from the other arm; he tickled her side before pressing her clit with his thumb. She moaned and when she relaxed slightly he pulled his arm from her hold. With both hands free, he grabbed her about the waist, laughing when she gasped to see his fingers overlap. "I do like seeing you, though," he decided with a smirk. He moved her further down his body until she was straddling his oversized shaft.

"Mmm," she hummed, tilting her hips forth and back and stroking herself on him. He raised his hands so he could thumb her nipples, but she was focused on the thick meat she was sitting on, sliding forward and back trailing wetness in an attempt to get some idea of just how big he was. Anna had a feeling that it was going to be harder than she expected to actually take him inside her. She might be able to take the width, with a good deal of foreplay, but she doubted that she could take more than half his length, she was just too petite in comparison.

She scooted forward until she could tease her clit with the ridge at the head of his cock. He grunted at the sensation and sped his teasing of her nipples, eyes fixed on her, unblinking. Anna found herself panting, amazing herself at how fast straddling this huge cock made her horny. And the look in his eyes said that he could tell. She found herself relying on his hands on her just to stay upright while she sped her movements further still. "Oh God, David," she breathed. "I'm so close and you've barely touched me..."

"Good," he growled, the pupils of his eyes changing shape as a grin spread across his face. One large hand dropped from her breast to her waist, pushing her just far enough sideways that he could see her inner pink flesh, at which point his other hand thrust two large fingers deep inside her, sawing them in and out vigorously.

A strangled cry burst from her throat as the invasion pushed her past the edge into her climax. "Oh God, don't stop," she begged, humping her hips to what extent she could and letting him drag out her pleasure. Her entire body shook, and she could feel the flood of her cum soaking his probing fingers. Just as she was relaxing and leaning back into his supporting grasp, his thumb flicked her clit and she convulsed again. This time she was mute, body clamping down too hard everywhere to breathe, let alone cry out. He played her clit until she was begging him to stop, to let her breathe, voice barely audible. He reluctantly ceased, and she groaned as she collapsed on his chest, muscles limp. "Oh fuck," she panted.

"Gladly," he teased her.

She was laughing as she pushed against his chest, slowly sitting back up, this time right at the head of his cock, bringing her into position above him, unable to wait any longer. "Can you take it slow?" she asked, concerned that if he wanted her as much as she wanted him, he might be incapable of it.

"We're about to find out." He lifted her about the waist, letting his cock rise until it pointed straight up at her. Her legs were nearly straight as he lowered her enough to bring them into contact; both groaned at the sensation of his cock head, as big as her fist, pressing against her tiny opening. Without waiting, he began lowering her further, but she couldn't blame him. Even slick and relaxed from her orgasm her body was not ready, however.

The more pressure he added, the more she worried that they were getting nowhere, until finally she closed her eyes, grabbed his wrists, and yanked herself down. Her cry matched his groan as the head of his cock slid into her. "Ow ow ow ow ow..." she chanted, taking a death grip on his arms to hold her body steady.

He started to move her off him. "Anna, I'm so--"

"Shh," she cut him off, shaking her head and holding his wrists tighter. "Just give me a minute." She held herself immobile until the sting between her legs lessened.

When she slowly relaxed her grip on his hands, he held her steady, waiting on some sign from her. "Anna, are you sure you--"

"Yes," she insisted, cutting him off. "I want you, David, whether that's wise or not." She moved her feet to either side of his hips, bracing herself against the bed. She wriggled in his grasp, settling herself onto him slightly further, jaw dropping at the sensations he was giving her. Glancing at his worried look she smiled at him and pulled one large hand up to her breast, relying on her feet to hold her up. With a wink she took his other hand and put his thumb on her clit.

His finger was very gentle, rubbing a circle around her nubbin first, his eyes on her reaction, before he tested touching it directly. She shuddered and groaned, encouraging him to start moving his thumb back and forth, lightly flicking her clit slowly at first, then faster.

Eyes rolling shut and slowly letting her legs bring her down on him, Anna panted for breath as her senses were flooded. There was some pain, but almost every nerve ending in her body was humming with the delicious feeling of his huge cock splitting her open and the thumb flicking her clit. It wasn't long before the pain was drowned out.

David pinched her nipple gently and the electric pulses it sent between her legs made her cry out and relax further, until her full weight pushed her down his cock inch by inch.

They both groaned.

When she stopped moving she opened her eyes and glanced down, amazed at how much of him she had fit inside her. It was barely more than half, but it was more than she had ever had before. "I'm not going to be able to do this on my own," she breathed, regretting the words when he stopped teasing her pleasure button and held her hips in his hands once more.

His expression still held some worry for her, but his hands lifted without delay, moving her up slowly while they both moaned at the friction. "Are you okay?" he asked when only his cock head remained.

"I've never been so okay," she whispered, shivering in delight and closing her eyes to better focus on the blissful shuddering of muscles deep within her.

A deep chuckle was her only warning before he started pulling her back down again. "Anna," he groaned, the pace speeding up fractionally until three-quarters of his cock was buried so deep in her she felt a full breath would be difficult. Then he waited, looking unsure when she opened her eyes.

"David," she growled. "Don't you dare ask again." She rocked her hips forth and back and was pleased to see his eyelids flutter.

He groaned. "Damnit woman... but good! Because you're driving me nuts, you know that?"

Anna laughed at him. "I don't think I can take more of you, but this much I want." With what little muscle she could muster, she clenched down tightly and was rewarded with a load groan.

"Stop that," he panted. "Or what control I have is going to go fast. It's bad enough being inside of you."

She had to blink at that, and it took her a moment to realize that if he felt huge to her, she could only imagine how tight she must feel to him. Feeling a bit guilty, she bit her lip. "Sorry."

He chuckled darkly, twisting his hands until he could put one thumb on her clit and still hold her steady. Anna moaned. "Don't be. I wouldn't give this up for the world." He paused only long enough to grin at her surprise, and then lifted her up and started a slow rhythm, raising one eyebrow at her in question.

She waited to feel how deeply he pressed in and nodded, relieved. She felt a bit guilty that she was restricting him so much, but for a first try it was the best she could do, his cock took up every fraction of space inside her.

He chuckled again and she found herself suddenly rolled over until he was pressing her down into the pillows, moving faster now that he had figured out how her body accepted him.

Then she felt the phantom touch at her temples. "No," she breathed. "David, quickly!"

He did not need to be told twice. Lifting up his hips, he thrust into her and diddled her clit, impacting deep within her once, twice, groaning her name. "Gods... Anna..."

She may not have been a virgin, but this was beyond her. Agony mixed with heavenly bliss as her lover did exactly as he had said; he claimed her, body and soul. And just as suddenly, all traces of mental intrusion evaporated. "Yes, oh yes!" she cried, orgasm exploding so fiercely her body melted beneath him.

Since I changed this so much, I have a few broken paragraphs for chapter four, that's it. Hopefully it won't take me any longer than this section did. Thanks very much for reading, I hope you'll vote and comment to let me know how it turned out. ~A