6 comments/ 9148 views/ 7 favorites The End Ch. 01 By: SashaSOGood "You," Arabella stated with a wide-eyed gaze, slowly climbing her way off the couch. "Arabella, you know this guy?" Max stopped in his tracks and released the hold on Castiel's arm. She didn't answer because she was in pure shock. It wasn't even possible that this man was real and to not look different at all, it just wasn't possible. He wore a black suit, white button down, and skinny navy blue tie. It just wasn't possible. This was the man that had been in her dreams for the past week. "Y-yes," She stammered."Max, can you just go join Marissa in the shower or something?" She waved a hand in the direction of his room all while not taking her eyes off Castiel. "Yeah, I guess." He said walking over to his room's doorway, but then he froze suddenly and looked back. "If you need anything just yell." In the next second the door was closed and they were alone. Castiel didn't waste a second as he instantly walked the rest of the way across the room. He made sure to get uncomfortably close. "Who the heck are you and why can't you respect personal space?" She asked taking a step back. "My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord." He stated simply. "I've had ongoing issue with that thing you call personal space."He said as he passed and headed down the hallway behind her. "Whoa, just-just stop." She said crossing her arms. "We don't have much time." He stated turning around to face her. "W-what do you even mean by, 'We don't have much time'? She asked imitating his voice. "You know, why should I even believe a word you say?" She pouted her lip in defiance. "You're going to be assassinated." He said simply walking back over to her and of course getting uncomfortably close. "I was supposed to do it. I suggest you hurry up before I change my mind." He said voice suddenly dark. She needed to leave and now. "F-fine," She stammered sliding past him and into her room at the end of the hall. The second she got into her room she closed the door and took a deep breath. With her eyes closed she attempted to process all the information he had given her in dreams and the fact he was real. "Ah!" She shouted when she opened her eyes. He stood directly in front of her studying her face carefully. "Does that prove that I am what I say?" He asked staring again. "Other than scaring the crap out of me, no." She stated brushing past him. "Get your things, now." He demanded. Grabbing a duffle bag out of the top of her closet she through it on the bed and began packing it quickly. She didn't want to talk to him anymore and was ready to just do what he said. The way he talked freaked her out anyways. He had no tone or inflection in his words. It was all just one flat tone. In a rush she through half the contents of each drawer into the bag and then rushed into her bathroom and stuffed the rest of her things into it. Castiel sat on her bed quiet and watchful. Zipping the bag up, she threw it over her shoulder and then looked at Castiel. "Let's go." He murmured taking her by the arm. "Hold on." She muttered quickly and ran out of the room. Taking a pen from the kitchen counter she quickly jotted down a note to Marissa: "Marissa, I'm leaving down for a little while. The guy that came in was my cousin. My Aunt Patty died yesterday. I have to rush half way across the country. I promise I'll be back soon. If you need me just call. -Arabella" When she turned Castiel stood closely behind. "Come on." "Are we taking my car?" She asked turning around to face him. "No time." He said taking her arm again. "Close your eyes and hold on to me as tight as you can." She was a little confused, but did as he said. She wrapped her other arm around the arm that was holding her wrist, all while closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to his shoulder. All of a sudden it felt as if the ground dropped from below her and the only thing keeping her from falling was Castiel. When she though it couldn't get any worse it did. The world begun to spin faster than she thought possible. ----------------- Authors Note: All the chapters to this series are going to be short. I can edit and get them out A LOT faster. Which, I hope you like. I hope you enjoyed. :) The End Ch. 01 Pure fiction. I own nothing and know none of the celebrity characters that may come up. It is less actual story and more simply a fantasy fleshed out. ***** When the end came, he was living the dream. Shortly after the death of Osama bin Laden at the hands of the Naval Special Warfare Group Six, known to civilians as Navy SEALs, a trend was started amongst Hollywood starlets much like the tiny undersized dogs they carried in their purses a few years prior. However, this trend was a bit more substantial. This trend was what the press came to call "Gladiators". The rich actresses began hiring soldiers and marines as their personal bodyguards. If your bodyguard served with the Army Special Forces, Navy SEALs or Marine Special Operations Battalions then you were REALLY trendy. There were all sorts of rumors about the conduct and "responsibilities" of these "Gladiators" ranging as far as the famous women pitting their bodyguards against each other in illegal fights or the women taking their bodyguards as lovers in all sorts of creatively perverted scenarios. As with most rumors, they were mostly false but based on at least a sliver of truth. Indeed, there were women who slept with their guards and more often than not the me actors who hired female ex-military operators slept with their guardians (often with the actor's spouse jumping in as well). However, the trend began with a single man. An ex-United States Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant Gaius Artemis. Gaius was no normal man however, nor was he a normal Marine or a normal American. Whatever the case was though, he was insanely good at what he did. They first met at a party after some MTV award ceremony. The gathering was at a large house in the hills outside Hollywood and Gaius had been convinced by an old buddy from the service to fill in for him as a bodyguard and, mostly driver, for Lindsay Lohan (despite his better judgment). Approximately halfway through the after party, it started. Being extremely hot, even by Hollywood standards, she had been the focus of attention all night. Enter, the Mixed Martial Arts Light-Heavyweight Champion of the World in the Ultimate Fighting Championship. He was a large man, standing at just under two meters tall and over a hundred kilos, known for his insanely powerful blows and extreme grappling ability in the ring including a patented body-slam. An actual body-slam. Son of a bitch was STRONG as well as skilled and tough. Apparently, he was also a rapist. After a few polite refusals on her part, he began to get a bit aggressive, causing her to firmly explain to him that nothing physical would be occurring between them that night. As it turned out, he found that insulting and unacceptable and proceeded to drag her forwards the nearest bedroom. Anyone who wasn't sufficiently intimidated by the Champ's temper and fighting skills certainly was by the two large men who composed his "posse" and were rumored to always be "packin' heat". Gaius however, sitting inconspicuously on a chair in the corner of the room, hated bullies almost as much as he hated rapists. In the room, just after he tore her blouse off, he forced her to her knees, his large black cock already hard and pointing at her tear streaked face. "Please. Please don't do this..." She whispered. "I won't say anything." "Haha, bitch. I know you won't, after all, how can you talk with the biggest baddest dick you ever seen shoved down your throat? Open up baby, you about to get a dose of black. Don't you worry none, it don't matter how you feel now. When I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for more, you'll be dedicated to worshipping my huge horse cock forever. Nine inches is more than you've ever seen before ain't it girl?" He taunted. He bent down to plug her nose since she refused to open her mouth. Just as he was reaching for her face there was a knock at the door. "Go away!" The sound persisted. "I said go away!" He yelled. He growled and waddled to the door with his pants around his ankles, leaving her kneeling and crying beside the bed in the center of the room. He twisted the handle and opened the door but before it swung open all the way, he was sent falling backwards clutching his nose. Blood was all over his face. Only then did her ears register the sound of a meaty slap mixed with a deep crunch. She wasn't completely sure what she was seeing when the darkly handsome man stepped through the door and winked at her with a small smile. The Champ saw that gesture and quickly stood up, kicking his pants off all the way, sneering. "I'll fuckin' kill you, bitch! You fucked up big time. Gus! Nick! Get in here, niggaz!" He yelled. Gains just smiled and tossed two large, very tacky, nickel and gold plated IMI Desert Eagles in disassembled pieces down onto the bed. "How in the hell...?" Started the champ. Apparently he decided it didn't matter though because he charged Gaius, meaning to wrap his as around him. Gaius struck like lighting. His right fist came straight forward from his side in a piston jab that connected with the Champ's sternum with more force than the Champ had ever encountered, indeed more than he thought possible for one that size. He immediately vomited his dinner as he first keeled over, then fully collapsed, shaking and retching in place. "Nothing makes me sicker than rapists. I had to deal with your kind in Afghanistan, Iraq, Latin America and half a dozen other places that I either can't remember or can't admit-but I didn't think I'd have to come home and deal with raping cowards like you on American soil, you fucking cunt." "Suck... Suck my big... Black dick, motherfucka'!" The Champ barely managed. "There are a few things I should explain to you, Champ. First off, I doubt this beautiful young woman here wants to be known as the woman who was raped by a pathetic coward like you. So, it falls to me to administer your justice. As such, I deem you will never fight again, you will never rape again and you will never touch this woman again. What say you?" Asked Gaius in a polite voice, comically impersonating some medieval judge, as he removed his jacket for her to cover herself with. "Fuck you, muthafucka'! You can't make me do shit! I'll be knockin' muthafucka' out and stickin' my huge black cock where ever I want, bitch!" "I suppose now would be a good time to disabuse you of a few misconceptions of yours. First, I am about to show you how I can make you obey my wishes and second, your cock might be pretty big-but it ain't that big and it certain ain't huge!" Gaius laughed. This, more than anything, enflamed the Champ. As he tried to stand back up, causing her to shake again in fear, Gaius lunged forward and snatched one of the Champ's wrists, twisting the arm around he yanked it up, tearing the rotator cuff, tendons and dislocating the joint as the Champ screamed in agony. Gauls quickly grabbed the other arm and snapped the bow join cometely, leaving the forearm dangling limply with bone support. After crushing the bones in both the Champ's hands, all the whe she just watched with a cold look in her face-no remorse for her tormentor whatsoever, Gauis stepped between the laying, sobbing former champ's legs and slowly used his boot heel to crush both of his testicles...completely. He quickly ushered her out past the shocked partygoers and unconscious and bloodied "posse" members. Opening the door and helping her into his car, he noticed that somehow, despite the chaos, she had remembered her purse. He smiled as he climbed behind the steering wheel and drove off in silence after starting the car., leaving her to get thoughts and letting her begin to heal. He headed for his small cabin about an hour from the house in the hills, figuring the solitude would be better than his city apartment. It was only after they pulled up that she asked, "Where are we?" "My place," he said, " well, my cabin. I usually stay at my apartment in the city but I figured you'd prefer this to downtown. Quite a bit more quiet. If you'd prefer, I can leave and you can use the place for as long as you want. Or I can take you back to your place or somewhere in the city. I assumed that you'd probably want to take it one day at a time though, so just let me know if you want or need anything." He explained softly. He proceeded to show her around the small cabin, built on a hill, with a large wrap around deck with an external room on it that he used at a workshop, right next to the house, as well as a barn about fifty meters down the soft slope. He lead her back inside and showed her to the guest room which was right next to the master bedroom that he inhabited. It was nicely made up and very tastefully decorated, looking more like the guest room in a wealthy suburban home than an isolated cabin. There was a large entertainment system containing any electronic entertainment devise she could think of and a very nice flatscreen TV. The thick burgundy and beige comforter had been peeled back to expose the luxuriously heavy maroon silk sheets beneath. "Thank you. This is very nice." She said in a small voice that was more reminiscent of a mouse than her normal confident self. "Well, goodnight. Again, if there is anything at all that you need, just let me know. And know that you are welcome to stay and heal here as long as you need. I'll be right next door. Goodnight." "Oh, and Gaius?" She called after him. "My name is Scarlett Johan..." "I know exactly who you are, Ma'am." He said with a wry smile. "Well, then. Please, just call me Scarlett." She said, sounding more like herself. "Happily. I will do so happily. Goodnight, Ms. Jo... Scarlet." Said Gaius. Gaius headed back down to the living room area and sat down on the couch, intending to ponder the situation but managing to fall asleep almost instantly. :..: The next morning, Scarlett was doing much better, amazingly. The close call and loss of control the night before had certainly shaken her. There was likely damage to parts of her trust that would never heal. But she was a strong woman and, more than anything, she was glad it hadn't progressed to actual rape. Thanks to the enigma of a man whose cabin she now took refuge from the world in, certain that rumors were running rampant in her absence. The next few days did nothing to alleviate the mysteriousness of her host. He was kind and polite. He was supportive of her and gave her distance to heal while still managing to alb whole pamper her. She also had a feeling that dealing a UFC champ and his two bodyguards was just a small reflection of the danger inherent within him. She could sense a darkness with him, of that she was sure. The feeling she got wasn't malevolent, at least not towards her. It was more like a dark burden, a weight he was forced to bear every day and relive every night. She was equally sure that he was a good man with a good heart. Gaius was just walking contradictions and intrigues to her. He was unlike any man she had ever met. And someone finally had her attention. And her desire. All within a few days, which was why she didn't act on it. She thought it was possibly a side effect of her near rape situation and she wouldn't take a chance finally risking her heart when her feelings might now even be real. They certainly felt too good to be real. And that is why, after the second week, she knew she couldn't stay. She would continue to get hopelessly attached and it would just hurt all the more when it inevitably ended. So she did just that. The pain that spiked in her chest when she politely and genuinely thanked him for everything he had done for her surprised her greatly. Almost as much as her physical reaction when he stepped forward and embraced her in a warm iron hug. When she inhaled his scent, her core flashed hot for the first time since the incident. His natural scent wasn't just lovely to smell, it overwhelmed the senses and to tingled the spine. She simply melted into the hug, now sure that she was making a horrible mistake. As she walked back into her Los Angeles home, curtly answering the questions of her publicist, agent and several other various employees or associates. All the while her mind never leaving the place her body just recently left. When she laid down to bed that night, she pondered one of the few things her publicist had said throughout the day that actually penetrated her thoughts. Apparently the press had found out about the incident and, worse, apparently there was even some cellphone video of a portion of the events. This concerned her mainly because she knew the press and the paparazzi would seek out Gaius, who valued his privacy and didn't even want to be there that night. He was simply filling in for a friend of his and managed to see what was about to happen to her, whilst waiting for his oblivious client to finish a gangbang in an upstairs bedroom since he had declined her invitation to participate. After considering it for over an hour without result and realizing she wouldn't be getting to sleep any time soon, she picked up her phone. Oddly enough, her bed didn't feel like home after the past couple weeks, she considered. She ran a Google search and saw that her name brought up tons of references to the ordeal. She didn't have the heart or the energy to read the various comments people left. Finally, she decided to pull up the video from that night that had gone viral. Her agent had sent her the original copy and she opened it with more than a little trepidation for a reason she couldn't put her finger on. The screen opened up and Scarlett saw the view was from the living room, showing the two bodyguards/thugs standing on either side of a door she knew contained her and her would-be rapist at that moment. Suddenly a man approached, going down the stairs, and she knew it was Gaius even though he gave wasn't clearly visible from that angle. He walked up to the two thugs and they exchanged a few comments, though it couldn't be heard in the video. Gaius simply stepped past the men, who grabbed him in what turned out to be a savage mistake. There was a flurry of motion as limbs were snapped, collarbones crushed and tendons tore. It was all over before anyone even realized what was going on. Gaius simply reached down and grabbed their audacious hand cannons and proceeded to disassemble them as he passed through the door as he opened it. From there her memory covered the events but the video shows some incoherent yelling and screaming followed by Gaius leading her out of the room. As they cleared the doorway, the camera got a good view into the room. This allowed them to clearly see the condition that Gaius had left "The Champ" in, especially since many copies had been magnified and even edited. If it was possible, she was even more grateful now. And time didn't seem to be dulling her feelings. It was three months later when half of the hot and young the Hollywood starlets were strutting around with Gaius-inspired Gladiators (someone having figured out he had a military background) that she finally decided to reach out to him. A few days after her return, she had sent a trusted man to make sure Gaius was doing well and to see if he was having any problems with the paparazzi. Apparently, the paparazzi were pretty pissed at the fact that the guy seemed to vanish like a ghost any time he wanted, only allowing them to follow as he ran mundane errands and otherwise completely ignored them. This has made Scarlett laugh inside. It was so Gaius. Ever unpredictable and contradictory. It was late one night when she decided to just go for it. Her feelings had only grown more intense with the space between them. She didn't care about the press either, though she was sure some of them would portray her in less than flattering lights. However, for the first time in her memory, she wasn't sure she could get a man. She knew she was widely considered the hottest woman in the Western World, and often the world. But Gaius was an enigma and he had shown complete control around her as well as somehow appearing less than impressed when she exposed any flesh. THAT was something that she wasn't used to. Her confidence was shaken but her body was singing for relief. For her, going a month without sex was a big deal. She was a naturally sensuous and seductive woman. She had the hormones of a teenager but the expectations and critique of a cougar. This meant that she required more and more exotic aids in sex to get her off. It had been a long time, if ever, that a man had truly fulfilled her through sex alone. Part of that was the fact that she brought out the worst performances in most men, being their dream girl is bad enough, but having the ridiculous muscle control and sexual skill that she did made their tops blow extra quick. Oddly, she didn't really care if Gaius wasn't up to her sexual standards. No guy ever had been. But he was superior to any other man in every other way, so she couldn't really hold it against him if he didn't perform like a pornstar. Plus, his scent and the brief feel of his body was enough to bring her to the edge on its own and it usually takes a long time for her to cum, so even if his skill is lacking or he isn't super hung, it would still be highly enjoyable. It was the next day that she finally got the courage to call him, immediately apologizing for the media circus and any inconvenience it may have caused him. She was looking for a way to invite him out, never really having had to worry about or even consider such a thing, when he asked after her wellbeing. She was taken aback by the genuine concern in his voice and replied without thinking saying, "I'm all better. About ready for a guy to see a woman and not a victim again, it's been frustrating!" She vented before realizing what she had just said in horror. The three seconds of silence that followed felt like an eternity. Finally, he said, "If that is truly what you want, get in the town car in front of your house at 10pm tonight. But... I can't do this halfway. So if you're sure that this is what you want and you're looking for something more substantial than a boy-toy, I'll be there." And hung up. What the hell? She thought, puzzled. She spent the rest of the afternoon trying to decipher his meaning, having decided immediately that she'd at least go to check it out and see him again. God, I'm like a high school freshman going to junior ball, she thought. It was only then that she realized she had no idea what to wear. After trying on several types and styles, she decided on a sexy-sleek look with the pushed up cups of the red dress drawing more attention than she originally intended but didn't mind. She her girl had barely finished applying her professional make-up when the gate called and she told them to let the car through. She hadn't bothered trying to hide where she was going and who she was going with, knowing it would get out sooner or later and resolving not to care about the paparazzi. Of course, now that she thought about it, even she didn't know where she was going, just who she was going with. The car ride was a simply enough affair. Initially she thought the car was headed for his cabin since they headed out of town and toward the more rural area where it was located. Just as she was starting to feel like her red cocktail dress might leave her a bit overdressed, they car pulled up in front of a elegant resort with a hint of rustic charm. She knew that it was a popular destination for skiing during the winter but with no snow on the ground during summer, it was much slower. As the driver came around and opened her door, she exited the car and as she took in her surroundings, the driver simply handed her a card and returned to the drivers seat. The card was blank except for a printed room number on it. Her core tingled in anticipation and the butterflies in her stomach reached an almost painful level. The End Ch. 01 The polished hardwood floors led to a luxurious wrap around staircase that led her up to a hallway lined with big, widely spaced rooms on one side and large windows on the other. The room she was looking for was the last one at the end of the hall. She quickly knocked and anxiously waited for a few seconds before the door swung open. It was an exercise in willpower to keep her from open mouthed panting. For a woman that was constantly surrounded by the most fashionable and handsome men on a daily basis, she dud t understand how he could affect her so. As cliche as it sounded, he was REAL. And not average-Joe real but what the guys in movies pretended to be, REAL. And he was even more handsome than she remembered. Though beautiful might have been a better word. His dark complexion and olive skin screamed Mediterranean and his looks screamed Apollo, or perhaps Eros. The all black suit with a black shirt and tie certainly was an appropriate frame for such a picture of masculine strength and lust. "Hi", she said, being rendered all but speechless. "Come in, please." He said in a polite but slightly formal tone that puzzled her. As she entered the fashionably decorated room, the hardwood and wrought iron keeping with the rustic scene, he spoke. "I'm happy you accepted my invitation." "I sense a 'but' coming." she said. He nodded and said, "Well, I guess the easiest way would be to show you." He said, sudden seeming sheepish and nervous for the first time. "Show me?", she asked. He simply nodded again before removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. She was a bit puzzled at first but as the collar of his shirt loosened, she thought she understood. His torso was covered in scars. And clearly bad ones. The overlapping crisscross of slashes and concentration of variously sized round punctures was interspersed with deep burns here and there, including the large one that ran over one should and onto his back. She was speechless. Both because of all of his obvious suffering but also because he was so self conscious about it, figuring it would turn her off. Her heart broke for him. Naturally, he misunderstood her silent reaction. Not wanting to make her feel guilty, he started to dress again, "It's ok. It's a natural reaction. The car is downstairs still if you'd like to go home. You are welcome to the room for as long as you want though. I know the owners." Realizing that he was about to walk out the door and why, she snapped out of her daze. She couldn't think of an appropriate way to explain so she simply stepped up and started laying kisses on each scar across his chest before he could finish buttoning his shirt. Finally, she said, "So much pain. I'm so sorry. I don't think you are a turn off and I'm not disgusted." She continued to softly kiss each scar, slowly lowering his shirt and uncovering what the scars had kept her from realizing. He really was built like a Greek God. The muscles of his torso made his skin seem tight, the muscle striations and sinews visible under the rolling golden skin. His skin was soft but his smell was more intoxicating than anything she'd ever before scented. His pheromones pushed her into overdrive and her hands moving over his skin combined with the phycological connections she had and her image of him as her hero nearly driver her over the edge. That had never happened before. In fact, she was never quick to come and she had never had multiple orgasms. More often than not, a guy wouldn't make her cum at all unless he was skilled and persistent with his tongue and had a big cock he knew how to use. She was almost never satisfied, which was probably a factor in her being a constantly sensual and sexual creature. As she moved below his shredded stomach and started to work his belt, she felt him tense. When she looked up from her now kneeling position, she saw hesitation mixed with lust in his eyes. "Shh. It's ok. Just relax, you don't have anything to prove to me. Let me get rid of some of that tension. And don't worry about holding it in. We have all night and I expect repeat servings." Now it was Scarlett who was nervous. She hoped she hadn't come off wrong with her stating to want multiple loads. She only cared because she wasn't sure what he would think if he knew about her biggest fantasy. Cum. Lots of cum. She watched Bukkake porn constantly, though not for the submissive or degrading angles, but rather for the cum covered girls. She knew it was something she could never indulge without compromising her privacy and that made it even hotter. But she didn't want to sound like a Hollywood cum dumpster since she knew they both wanted a real connection beyond the physical. Her train of thought had distracted her and she slid down his pants. She looked up at him and met his nervous, almost fearful, eyes with a seductive expression and a sly smile and she pulled down his boxer briefs without breaking contact. So it was quite the sunrise when he thumped her across the face with a heavy thud. She looked up at him with the beginnings of an accusatory glare when she realized he hadn't hit her at all. What she had thought to be a forearm with a tight fist, wasn't. It was impossible. Beyond the bounds of what she thought possible. She was staring at literally the largest endowment she had ever heard of, let alone seen. Bigger than the most ridiculous dildo, it was beautifully shaped, colored and his lightly musky clean scent was nothing short intoxicating. She simply didn't have the words to express her amazement at such a divine appendage. So she did what her instincts told her to do. She worshipped it. Leaning forward and taking a deep breath of his scent brought her to the teetering edge of orgasm, without any physical stimulation. She rubbed her face against it and realized in something a kin to euphoric horror that he wasn't full hard yet. Despite the firm feel and enormous size, his cock was growing bigger and becoming harder than any she had over felt. Instead of a spongy texture, it was like velvet wrapped mahogany with more heat than she had ever felt. The most amazing thing. though, was the weight of it. His cock actually strained her fingers when she tried to lift it with one hand. Definitely a two hander, she thought as her thighs finally starts moving again. The small orgasm that overtook her the instant she extended her tongue to lap at the drop of precum forming on his tip was a surprise to both of them. She quickly recovered though, slightly embarrassed, and prepared to truly appreciate such a monster. She was a truly skilled fellatrix but the biggest cock she had ever taken before was about nine inches long, and a whole hell of a lot thinner. She had practiced deep-throating and had only ever known one woman who could take as much as she could-and that woman was a ferocious cougar who tore up young men like tissue paper. But she was determined to pay her respects with pride and prepared herself for what was to come. Wrapping her lips around the huge head turned out to be more difficult than she anticipated but once she had slobbered all over the knob, she eventually worked it into her mouth with a wet slurp as the huge crown slipped in. She immediately started laving her tongue all around the head, surprised that his skin seemed to taste as good as his scent smelled. It was freakish for someone as jaded as her to so enthusiastically turned on from simply servicing someone. By this point, she had about as much as she could fit in her mouth and there was still room for her to stroke both of her hands on his impossible shaft. As she massaged and rubbed him with corkscrew motions, she slipped a hand down to soothe his balls. Despite what she had already seen, it was still a shock when she realized she could barely fit one of the huge eggs into her hand. The large plum sized jewels were tight to his body with no loose skin or drooping hang. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing through the huge orbs and as she continued to worship the top portion of his shaft she could swear they seemed to swell even larger. He started to respond as her sensual worship turned to vigorous sucking and slurping, Scarlett working the huge tube of heavy flesh like her mouth was a pussy. She was clearly getting almost as much pleasure from this as he was and a glance in the mirror showed that she was kneeling in a puddle of her own juices as she enthusiastically worked him. The thought heated him up further causing him to flex a squirt of precum into her laving tongue. "Mmmm." She purred, her nipples hardening further in the little red dress. Gaius reached down and unhooked the back of the dress before unzipping it down to the curve of her lower back. She shrugged her shoulders to worked the dress down to her waste even though her arms were still in the arms of the dress. The red lace bra was practically transparent and he quickly teased her nipples with his fingers. "Touch yourself", he commanded in a steel voice that made jerk relying legs quiver. She reached down between her legs and worked down her soaked tiny red panties as they literally dropped in her fingers. Once they were down around her knees she went back to jerking his shaft with her hands as she continued to suck. For the past several minutes she had been trying to work the huge helmet into her open throat but she was still surprised when it suddenly slipped into her throat along with a few inches of shouldered shaft. "Gak gekh uhg uhg agh ak blegh blek AK!" She gagged as she continued to force it down her throat. In and out she worked it and noticing that he was being worn down much quicker now, she got a devilish idea. "Ak ak gak gok ak blek!" She gurgled and gasped as she quickly sped up, her head bouncing and bobbing regularly with the wet slurping now. "Oh. Yeah. I'm close. Really close. But then you already knew that, didn't you? Little minx." He rasped. Scarlett simply gave a shrug and an innocent smile. At least as innocent as can be with a mouth full of a horse cock. At that moment, as she held his eye contact, her hands dramatically sped up in their wet jacking and she intensely increased her suction as she came up with only his cockhead in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. "Ah, fuck! Here it comes!" He wheezed. Scarlett prepared herself for a large meal as she shook on the brink of a large release. A touch from a feather duster on her swollen and throbbing clit would've pushed her over the edge. It was still a surprise that her orgasm erupted the instant his first spurt entirely filled her mouth around the swollen helmet, the excess dripping out of the corners of her mouth and down onto the large breasts overflowing her red "C" cups to pool in her cleavage. She gulped madly trying to keep up with the huge influx of semen in her mouth but she couldn't even come close to stemming the overflow. She also didn't really care as she gulped greedily until her own orgasm overwhelmed her senses and his enormous length came free of her mouth just in time to blast her face repeatedly as the huge organ bucked with the recoil of the huge ropes that had totally coveted her face and was now splashing shots against her bra clad tits. She must have passed out for a minute because when she came back they were both curled up on the bed. As she looked down at herself, she could hardly believe it. Her panties were still around her knees and her dress was around her waist. Good thing too because there wasn't a speck of flesh that had escaped the huge eruptions of jizz. Her red lace bra was completely transparent now, her light pink nipples just visible through the wet material that had heavy ropes of cum dangling from various places. She could still feel the unbelievable load covering her face and hanging from her nose and lips in strands and bubbles. The aftershocks of orgasm still rumbled through her core from time to time. As she rolled over she was shocked to see the huge pillar of flesh was still totally hard and Gaius was staring intently at her with lust filled eyes. "I'm sorry but once is never enough to provide much relief. It usually takes two or three before I even have a choice about going soft." He said with a sly smile. She was about to reply when a scream from outside drew their attention as it was quickly followed by others before several gunshots clearly rang out. Gaius was at the window in a flash, Scarlett only a moment behind. What they saw was beyond simply unexpected. A group of three men were rabidly attacking the group of people that had been drawn by the initial scream. A sheriff's deputy with a Glock 17 and Lacy, the lady who owned the resort with what had to be her dead husband's old service M14 were standing on the front deck and unloading into the men whenever they had clear shots through the chaotic mob of people but the shots that connected seemed to have little or no effect. What finally sprang Gaius into action was when he noticed that two of the men had sustained multiple shots in spots the he knew from experience led directly to the heart. Shots that should have been immediately lethal. The fact that the men were attacking with only their teeth was also another tip that something was off. "What is it, rabies?" Scarlett asked, obviously horrified. "No, it has to be some form of biological warfare. Which means that it is almost certainly happening in other places, since there are no military targets or even dense civilian centers nearby. There is a rather large hospital a bit down the mountain with a large helipad and two of those men are wearing Medivac paramedic uniforms while the third is wearing pilots gear. And all three of those men should be dead from their wounds. We need to go now. Get to safety and then figure what the hell this is." He hastily explained as he quickly got dressed and grabbed his pre-packed bag. He pulled a pistol from the bag's side pocket that she recognized from some of her movies. She had a feeling that she might be glad for all the hours spent in hand to hand combat training and on the firing range in preparation for roles she played. She might not be a professional but she knew gun safety, operation and was a good shot. She was also in fantastic shape. Gaius clicked the safety off of his cocked and locked H&K USP45 Compact Tactical, removing the quick attach suppressor from the bag and clicking it onto the protruding threaded barrel cap before shouldering the bad and nodding at Scarlett. They quickly slid out of the door after he cracked it and peaked. The hallway was empty as they made their way down the back servant stairs and towards the back of the resort's hotel. He had arrived last night riding his Fatboy, feeling like a nice night for a ride. Lacy always let him keep it in a shed out back when he stayed. Fortunately, the lack of people just put him on edge even more. As they descended the back stair case, one of the attacking men rounded the back corner. Seeing him up close, it was even more obvious that something was unnaturally wrong. His black eyes were unseeing and great chunks of flesh hung off of his face and arms were multiple bullets had hit him. He kept coming though. Gaius didn't hesitate, he knew there was only two ways to deal with something unknown like this. A very big fire or two large caliber rounds to the head. For the sake of expediency, he chose the latter, and put two suppressed .45 ACP hollow point rounds in the...thing's head. It went down as quickly as a human. "Well, at least we know one way to kill them." He said. The shocked Scarlett just nodded blankly as he led her over to the shed and mounted her in the back of his Harley. He quickly started the bike and backed out before taking off. The other two men as well as a few others, including one of the ladies he had seen go down with half of her face bitten off, tried their best to chase after the roaring bike. Gaius headed towards his cabin without a second thought, allowing the shock to settle down in Scarlett before speaking to her. However, just when he thought they might make it all the way to the cabin, they saw a pack of what had to be more than a twenty lumbering people up in the road ahead. He pulled the bike over about one hundred and fifty meters before the group. Reaching down to his ankle he pulled out a small gun that Scarlett did recognize. She had used it herself in a movie and had been trained in it. It was a Glock 26, a "baby Glock" chambered in 9mm. She knew it held ten rounds in the magazine and another in the chamber. "Do y..." "Yes." She responded, pressing the magazine release to check that the gun had a loaded mag before slamming it back into the pistol and racking the slide. "Ok", he nodded, "stay here". She watched, terrified, as he casually walked towards the advancing group. After a few paces he pulled the H&K from a shoulder holster that she hadn't even seen him don. He slowly advanced to meet the tide of clearly sick people who all started rasping and growling the instant he blew a fist sized chunk out of the back of their leader's head. He proceeded to calmly make head shots without slowing or missing once. As the pistol clicked empty after the twelfth round was fired he holstered it and drew a KaBar combat knife from somewhere from somewhere. What Scarlett saw next was nearly as crazy as these rabid things. Gaius moved with impossible speed as he cut through the group, targeting their heads and necks. Mr here were times when he's move so fast that he seemed to simply teleport to a new location. She was so entranced that she hadn't even noticed another one of these poor sick people approaching from behind her, but somehow Gaius did. She jumped as his blade flashed past her head to bury itself in the skull of her unseen would-be attacker. As shocked as she was, she had also grown incredibly close to Gaius in a short period. She already cared for him more than any other man she had met. And now he was in the middle of four rabid men with no weapon. He had saved her life at the expense of his own and she was now horrified. She need not have worried. She almost couldn't believe her eyes as she watched Gaius crush three skulls in rapid succession with single punches. He then turned and casually snapped the neck of the last man as he lunged forward to bite him. He quickly approached the idling bike, "We need to get back to the cabin fast. I'm pretty sure these things are attracted to sound and if those ones were here then others may be near." He said as he used a bottle of Vodka from a saddle bag and a rag to clean his hands. "Things? You mean people?" She asked. He just gave her an unsure look before remounting the bike and weaving through the scattered gore on the road. They managed to arrive at the cabin less than an hour later and quickly rushed to the TV. The results were less than encouraging. As Gaius had predicted, it was indeed happening in other places. However, it wasn't just other places around the country but rather around the entire world. What had started as a concerning widespread flu three days ago suddenly morphed into something more shortly after the first infected died in major cities around the world. Over the past few hours, public services virtually everywhere were overwhelmed and cities were already falling and tearing themselves apart. The helicopter footage showed the insane images most people only associated with the Apocalypse. Urban Los Angeles had been hit hard as it was an early center for the outbreak. The spread was virtually uncontainable since people suffering light flu symptoms rarely ask for themselves to be quarantined at airports and there wasn't a single populated continent that wasn't exposed on some level. As he suspected, biological warfare was the leading opinion on the outbreak, but there were some who thought it was the end of days while others were sure it was a zombie apocalypse. The End Ch. 01 "I don't think you realize how lucky it was that you are with me when this happened. Even the uninflected will be turning against one another to rob, rape and pillage. Let me show you something, since you'll be stuck with me for awhile." He said. They headed out to the workshop connected by the wrap around deck. He walked up to a safe and put in a combination before there was an audible click and some of the boards popped up to reveal an entrance. Once she reached the bottom of the ladder, she realized it wasn't a basement but rather a tunnel with wooden support and dim lighting hung overhead. "What is this?" She asked. "A short tunnel that the previous owner built that connects to a 19th century mine shaft, which in turn leads to a subterranean cave." He explained as they reached said cave. She thought it was amazing. An underground plat team pooled against one wall while benches and compartments had been carved into the stone along the other wall. In the back there was a large storage room, the open door revealing weapons, food and medical supplies. "This is amazing. But why? Why do you have all of this stuff?" She wondered. "I guess the short answer would be that I bought some of it, confiscated some of it, found some of it and had the rest given to me. I think it's fairly obvious which items came from legitimate sources and which...didn't. But I'm guessing you want the long answer? Be warned it is quite hard to believe but it is also why I know that something like this outbreak is possible. The only reason I would even share this with you is because the governments it would concern are currently falling along with most civilization most likely. And for the first time in a long while, I feel like I might be able to trust someone." "Might be able to trust? You flatter me." She cracked. "And don't you think the 'end of civilization' is a bit extreme?" She asked, already knowing the answer deep down. "I said 'most civilization' and if this virus or whatever it is already has spread to the major continents, no I don't think it's extreme at all." He replied, "you saw how hard they were to take down yourself. And I'm not sure if you noticed but it spreads quickly. A few of the first women to fall back at the lodge were among those rabidly chasing us as we rode away." "I thought I might have recognized one or two but..." They both just sat in silence for awhile before he spoke, "so, do you want to hear a story almost as crazy as the end of the world?" She smiled at him and softly nodded. "Alright then. Well, the Cold War. It was the cause of all sorts of insanity and cruelty bordering that if the Dark Ages." He started. "The West had the advantage in financing, resources and therefore technology for the most part. The Soviets stole a great deal of the technology that they used. However, they did have one advantage over us. People. Quantity and, in some cases, quality. For example, despite having effective but inferior technology, both the Soviet Union's Spetznat special forces group and KGB foreign intelligence agency had operators that were at least as effective as their more advanced American counterparts. A large part of this was because the officers and drill instructors could drive their charges as hard as they wanted without fear of repercussions. Training programs often proved lethal to multiple recruits or trainees in every class. This not only served to prevent weak people from gaining such positions in the ranks but also made the strong even stronger. Unfortunately, for them, the corruption and nepotism in the upper ranks often led to misuse or even abuse of such dedicated men, but ultimately naive men." He explained, stopping to pour them each a glass of Scotch from the decanter on the bar. After downing the drink and quickly pouring another, he continued. "There was one scientific area in which the Soviets had the advantage. Much as the Americans focused on enhancing the Human brain or developing psychic abilities with projects like MK Ultra, the Soviets focused on enhancing the human body. When it became clear that the West had the advantage in weaponry, they put huge amounts of effort into gaining the advantage in the men operating the weaponry. That they had access to huge amounts of test subjects from Gulags, military prisoners and political reeducation camps along with almost a complete lack of oversight only made them more daring. To prepare for the eventual success of their "super soldier" formula they started mandatory breeding, for the good of the state, between specifically selected couples. Generation after generation, the smartest, fastest and strongest offspring were paired off for breeding with their assigned partner once they came of age. And their children and their children. All the while, the scientists working on the formula in various independent groups were learning a lot, but accomplishing little practical results. At least nine that were immediately useful. They eventually developed a complex but lethally ineffective compound using the combination of customized steroids, both rare and proprietary prescription drugs, recombinant growth hormones, stem cell manipulation, specific nutrient and vitamin bombardments, genetic manipulation and even introductions of various animal DNA towards the beginning that killed all whom they tried it on. It was even more lethal than the experiments with chemical injections or exposure to various forms and levels of radiation to see if either would somehow 'activate' their treatments. In the end, it was one of the offspring from the selective breeding program who found the answer, while another from his generation figured out how to apply it to the serum. At least in theory. Apparently "student A" was pursuing his own complex and extreme evolutionary theories through archeological digs in his spare time. He was an odd young man, very quiet and reserved some of the time while he was funny, if a little goofy, the rest of the time. It was hard for him to concentrate on orders or guidelines when he gets excited about something in his personal studies or his work, which normally would have gotten him in serious trouble. Fortunately for him, he was not only a product of the selective breeding program but also an amazingly intelligent genius. He lacked social graces and didn't pick up on social cues much of the times and if it was today they would probably have diagnosed him with Asperger's. As it was, he was simply shipped off to a science outpost in Siberia where they could send him projects or assignments while punishing him and keeping him in case of the need for his genius or his DNA. What they didn't know was that he had been wanting to go to Siberia for years and was truly excited to gain the solitude in such an amazing place. He found the harsh beauty of it alluring but more than anything, he was interested in the human history of the area. Less than thirty miles from his post was a site he had marked on a map two years prior as the possible origin of a creature from which he only could recover some small slivers of bone that he found but couldn't match to any species, man or beast. He was, however, able to collect trace elements that likely came from food and water consumption that indicated his area of Siberia as the source with the matching mineral signature in the water and sediment. "Student A", being a genius even when compared to other offspring from the program, had a specific aptitude with mechanics and computers though evolutionary theories was his personal passion. So, he developed his own form of ground penetrating radar and had it calibrated to the general depth at which everything from the time period lay. This allowed him to check more ground than would ever be possible, especially with the frozen ground and scarce reason for any archeologists to come this way as there never any great civilizations or cultures nearby. Geographically, the closest would've been the Scythians around 1000 BCE and the northernmost tribes of the Mongols in the 13th century who were both a good deal south and on much more hospitable and accessible land. He was almost positive nobody had done any digging here outside of the construction of his partially subterranean post for a long, long time. He pushed around his wheeled ground-penetrating radar whenever he had any spare time. He dug for what appeared to be interesting fossils on a few occasions though he had to constantly use boiled water to soften and melt the ground. He found a very rare dinosaur fossil that was surprisingly intact as well as what turned out to be nothing on a few occasions. Just about the time he was wondering if he would every be called back to civilization, he made an amazing find after deciding to adjust the depth calibration of the radar before following the river that had cut it's path into the cold stone over thousands of years of freezing solid more than half the year and rushing rapidly during the other half. It was inside a bend in the river that he detected a familiar shake beneath the earth. Having discovered it shortly before sunset, it was well into the next day when he actually reached the depths and was able to confirm that it was indeed a large piece of bone. As he looked at it though, he realized he had no clue what it actually was beyond being part of a humanoid head, deeply frozen with hair sprouting from the scalp and a leathery layer of weathered and withered skin covering several areas. The preservation was quite astonishing, even if it was just s portion of a skull and jawbone. Though there were subtle differences between it and a human skull, the biggest difference was the few teeth on the small section of jawbone attached to the 'face' if the skull. The upper incisor was a fearsome canine that was still ridiculously sharp and the other teeth appeared human from the outside but when they looked from the inner side they realized that they are not the flat grinding teeth of a human but diamond hard cutting teeth. As he carefully removed the dirt and ice encasing it he grew even more amazed. There was plenty of tissue, hair, bone and tooth that he was able to get samples of, thought apparently a small amount of dust was all he could grind off of the tooth before the drill but snapped. It was when he shared his findings as well as tissue, hair and bone samples to his genetics professor from the year before that it became apparent how much of an impact it may make. Her analysis' were even more shocking than his. She was able to get a complete genetic signature and her exam if it confirmed that the creature was one that had never been documented or accounted for as it wasn't modern human, early human or Neanderthal in species. What is more, the cells were somehow not actually dead, but rather just dormant and introducing them to plasma seemed to bring them to the edge of revival. This was something that was not possible yet she had witnessed it with her own eyes time after time again. When she explained her findings and their source to the Serum team, they were eager to try in their desperation for completion. After experimenting and making adjustments they eventually used the creature's DNA as an ingredient in the serum, even more, it was stabilizing the other more volatile or disagreeable ingredients. After another five years of experimenting, in which they began cloning and modifying the creature's DNA (for improvement as well as compatibility) which was 99.87% similarity to human DNA to start with. It was around then that they started testing their compounds in various combinations and levels on human subjects. After 18 months of death to every subject injected with the serum, they had finally figured out the appropriate levels, concentration and combination of the various ingredients. After making some final adjustments they finally had their first survivor of the treatment. After it was clear that he was going to live without obvious defect or damage, he was quickly executed and dissected for study. Then, repeating the process twice more and getting the same result, they were approved for attempting practical application. The most recently matured generation from the selective breeding program supplied the generation's most promising male and female candidates based on both their performance as well as genetic analysis. However, after both of them completed their transfusions, they were still alive and in good health in the following days but there were no obvious effects and their tests revealed nothing conclusive. As a result the man and the woman were forced to be observed in isolation and undergo various tests while only being able to see or speak with each other for the following months. Somewhere in the process the two fell in love. After it was assumed the serum was no longer lethal yet obviously not complete, they were released and went back to their lives. He went back to work as an agent for the KGB while she began her preparations to win a few gold medals the coming Olympics. It was then that she found out she was pregnant and the happy couple married immediately. They were happy anti hear that the baby appeared quite healthy and very robust. However they were both heartbroken when she went into labor at the beginning of her third trimester. As it turned out though, the healthy baby boy was not born premature or unformed. He was the picture of a beautiful baby boy. Since her doctor hadn't been in when she went into labor, her baby had been delivered by a doctor she didn't know. When she explained that she was only six months along and didn't want to lose her baby he looked at her like she was crazy. When the baby boy was born looking so healthy and string, he was really convinced that she was crazy or in the least, very confused about dates. To the new parents, it was nothing short of a miracle. They planned to be a happy family with a successful life in Russia. However, plans rarely work out according to plan in such circumstances. For the Cold War was coming to a close and the were on the wrong side. While this was unsettling, it was news of the various scientists they remembered from the program began dropping dead of heart attacks and car accidents that really put them on edge. When he heard about an 'accidental detonation of the munitions shed' that destroyed the entire section of the military base dedicated to their human biological sciences. Including the building where they were isolated and tested the year before. The same building that would contain all of the records, samples and test results. It was becoming painfully obvious that someone didn't want the information to get out and he wasn't going to bet that he and his wife had simply been overlooked. They were packed up and on their way within two hours of making the decision. They had been betrayed by their falling country and though defecting to the West held immense appeal, it would be just what their hunters would suspect and fear most. So instead he headed to his great-grandfathers land on the northern shore of the Caspian Sea where there was an isolated ranch. The house had been unoccupied for two generations so it took a bit of work and repair but soon the house was in good shape and they had placed defensive measures, traps and early warning systems around their property as well as emptying several of his lesser known weapons caches and safety deposit boxes at random times using heavy disguise just in case one of the locations had ever been mentioned in passing or documented for one reason or another in the files of him or his men. As it turned out, only the three men and two women on his team knew of the locations as he had told them of them in case they ever needed support or supplied but couldn't go through proper channels. All of his team members proved loyal, disgusted with the actions of their country and not really knowing what to do with their lives now that the war was over. So, they decided to do what they did during the war, follow their leader. It simply made it easier when the corrupt Colonel assigned them the task of eliminating their beloved leader or be faced with career death. The bastard was speaking as if the damn wall wasn't about to come down. Not to mention the fact that they wouldn't trade their Captain's life for a promotion but that is something that the corrupt bureaucrats could never understand. Instead, they had decided to join their Captain and split up to cover the boxes and caches in an effort to find him. They didn't find him, but he found them. At each location he would manage to detect any observation of his destination without being detected, even if his team were the best, he still trained them. He played it cautious initially, unsure of their intentions, but soon realized they really were simply like lost children in a way. They were among the most skilled operators and lethal killers in the planet but they never really made a place for themselves in the real world and as such, they had no idea what to do outside of the structure of the KGB. They unanimously accepted his invitation to his ranch, none of them having family of their own. As they drove back from the last buried weapons cache, he did his best to explain the chain of events as well as the details of both the program the bred him and the program who tried to turn him into a super soldier. They all shuddered at that thought for they knew what he was capable of as a biologically normal man. They were all excited to finally meet his new wife and little son but they agreed to build their own cabins on his land. He told them they could all stay free of rent as long as they helped him out around the ranch and agreed to tutor his son in their isolation. They all immediately accepted the generous offer. After that, life on the ranch regulated some. The happy couple finally had the simple life they had desired since they fell in love. Their son was tutored, starting before his second birthday, in everything from basic academics based on American curriculum as well as Russian studies, martial arts, weaponry, tactics, strategy, psychology, anatomy, survivalism and whatever else any of his tutors wanted to instill in him, though they never attempted to force belief systems, ideology or religion on the boy. His mother encouraged him to learn as many languages as possible but only really pushed him to learn Russian (as they had spoken only English in their home from the day their son came home, though it proved a challenge for a couple of his team members), Italian (her mother had fled Italy with her parents to escape Mussolini's reign of terror and she didn't want her son to forget his ancestry so easily), Latin and Greek (which all 'educated' boys over the last couple millennia could read and write and which allowed him to read the classics in their original form). Soon though, it became apparent that something was different about their son. Much like he had been born fully mature after barely six months in the womb, he also began to grow and mature at a faster rate than normal and by his second birthday he as physically and mentally mature as a child of at least five years. After his seventh birthday his growth slowed down and he remained approximately three years more advanced in every way than a human boy his age would be. Perhaps the oddest change occurred between his seventeenth and nineteenth birthday as he seemed go to from a gangly seventeen year old boy to a nineteen year old man, jumping through the totality of puberty in two years and giving the female ex-KGB agents and even his mother a heart flutter every time he flashed a smile or worked without a shirt on. Of course, he was oblivious to such effects as he had never seen a girl his own age. It was because of this that the two female ex-agents generously decided to instruct the boy in seduction, they informed his father, their Captain, who gave his blessing. He knew that the hormones that had flooded his son so suddenly were probably quite confusing and he knew that the two women were in need of more than each other's tongues and fingers as both loved cock too much to be solely with each other and the unattached men in their group lacked either the inclination or the equipment to satisfy the two deadly beauties. And teach him they did. The End Ch. 01 Eventually, as the boy became a man, his parents and guardians knew it was time for him to make a place for himself in the real world. They created a background and expertly forged paperwork and inserted his name and history into government, public and private electronic databases. After an emotional farewell he headed into the world. It wasn't until after the young man left that he found the letter his father had secreted among his luggage that explained how he had been secretly fighting some very odd form of cancer for the last few years and that he was now clinically terminal. So the boy did whatever he could to forget his background and build a new life for himself by joining the American armed forces. It..." "It's you. The boy is you." She interrupted. "It's the only way you could know the details in such a manner." Gaius simply gave a sad nod. They were both quiet for a minute before he looked at her and said, "I'm sure you are quite skeptical after hearing such a story. However, I wouldn't have told you all of that if I didn't have a way to show you as well." "Not as skeptical as you might think." She lamented. "But, you can go ahead and show me whatever it is you want to show me." "I just wanted to explain before... Just so it wasn't quite shocking when..." He started but soon stopped. "I'll just show you." He locked eyes with her before nodding, as if to himself, and closing his eyes. He slowly inhaled a deep breath before exhaling it and opening his eyes. His beautiful green eyes were glowing as if the irises had their own light source. Even more shocking was the sparkling golden streaks that had appeared generously splashed against the glowing emerald background. Scarlett gasped but quickly brought herself under control. He had a resigned look in his eye as he slowly stood and said, "watch this. Don't be scared, I'm just going to show you some strength." He casually strode over to a large stone lip protruding from the cave wall. He turned back to look at her before giving a slight nod and turning back towards the wall. The stone lip came out from the wall about eight inches before slowly fading back to flatness near the floor. Without preamble, he brought his fist across his body in a sudden right cross that caused an explosion of stone chips and fragments around the area his fist impacted as the large lip of stove itself was cracked from the wall to fall at his feet. Scarlett stood there open mouthed at the impossible display as he turned around and again slowly closed his glowing golden eyes before opening them again in their normal state. He stood watching her, waiting for a response. "Wow." She said after a moment of introspection. "Yes, my strength, speed, agility and durability are far above normal human ranges. My bone and muscle density is also increased as is my healing rate and all of my senses, particularly my hearing and my sense of smell. But there are more than a few inconveniences." He said. "It's not exactly a good thing to be able to smell everything like a bloodhound. It's also quite inconvenient to need to ejaculate multiple times a day, though I had a prescription that helped with that back at my condo." "Oh shit." She exclaimed. "I forgot about that. I'm not going to be able to continue my hormone therapy." "Hormone therapy? Were you trying to get pregnant or something?" He asked. "Sorry, never mind, none of my business." "No, it's ok. Nothing like that. You may have heard that I got a breast reduction?" She inquired. When he nodded, she continued, "well, I didn't have surgery or anything but I did want to reduce their size and the fact that my hormones were still behaving like a teenager's was making it hard for me to refrain from ruining my reputation and getting caught on video with some guys cock in me. So, my doctors worked together and eventually I started receiving experimental hormone therapy. Just a pill a day. Soon, my sex drove mellowed out and not long after that I could actually squeeze myself into a "C" cup for the first time since high school. The professionals do NOT think a model should have a "DDD" cup size and it was getting increasingly difficult to have my clothes tailored to underwhelm. Looks like that won't be an issue now." She sighed. "Let me know if there's anything I can do." He said. She almost laughed but the genuine tone and compassionate look in his eyes caught her off guard. She just nodded. "Now that we've got that out of the way, let's get settled in. We are going to be here for awhile, most likely." As they headed back in to the cabin she noticed that there were several layers of alternating material in the wall when he opened the door for her. "What's that in the wall?" She asked. "Armor. The raw materials weren't very expensive and they make much better insulation against the temperature as well as any noise. It's also never a bad idea to have thick walls in any area where civilians hunt, especially big game." He explained. "But I installed very high quality armor just in case I ever had need of it. You see, this cabin isn't just a peaceful place to relax, it's always been my safe house in the event that anything unexpected ever happened. Truth be told, I always expected it was me becoming some sort of fugitive or running from someone far more dangerous than police officers if I had to use it. 'Zombie apacolypse' wasn't exactly what I had in mind." He joked. "Are they bulletproof and everything?" She asked. "Oh yeah. Even the windows are armored glass. The walls are stuffed with a composite armor made from Kevlar backing, two inches of the same armored glass covering the windows (simply composed of a laminated sheet made from alternating layers of heavy glass and plexiglass), lead liner, large plates of titanium carbide, overlapping scales of boron nitride and ultra high density polymer thermoplastic facing. But that probably doesn't mean much to you yet. Don't worry, your going to need training to increase the odds of both you and me both surviving whatever is coming. Plus, it's going to be awhile before we know whether we are looking at another World War or simply societal breakdown. I wish I could say that I thought the world could recover but it's too late for that. At least for the current ruling governments." He said sadly. "Anyway, you should get settled in. I'll give you some time." Scarlett hadn't realized that by 'some time' he meant a few days, but she hardly saw him over the next week. He had seemed to be spending most of his time out in the barn and it wasn't until the third day when she went out to see if he wanted lunch that she realized that there was a subterranean level underneath the barn as well. Apparently the barn had been built over the foundation of the old house and it's large basement. Gaius had simply enlarged the space and built a large winch that pulled up the steel floor in the center of the barn. Underneath was a large platform jack that held a smallish helicopter that was loaded with weapon mounts, rockets, miniguns and a few missiles. She could tell he was trying to keep his distance. Probably letting her get used to the fact that the world had ended and that her only companion was some super soldier spliced with unknown beast's DNA. It oddly didn't really bother her about his more animal side. However, she was soon feeling the effects of stopping her hormone therapy so suddenly. She found herself constantly horny and any time he was around it was almost painful. For some reason though, he hadn't come to her and that was what she wanted. The fact that she had to constantly deal with her shorts rubbing against her nipples made her mad with lust. Without the hormone therapy, her breasts had quickly started to expand again and she could no longer even force her heavy mammaries into the large "C" cupped red lace bra. So she went bra less after the first few days. They were going to have to figure something out with the underwear too. The tiny little red laced G-string could barely be called underwear. It consisted of thin strips of red lace attached to a small piece of fabric that barely covered her clit and the front of her opening. Any arousal and her lips poked out from behind the lace. The strings rode up fairly high on her hips and exposed her unshaven mound almost totally. She had a small sparse tuft of thin silky blonde hairs right above her button that was open to see. Normally she would have been shaved smooth but she had wanted to drive Gaius crazy and, for some reason, the thought of him being able to view the totality of her tiny amount of natural pubic hair without her even removing her panties got her hot. She realized they were less underwear than they were a clit-holster. She giggled at that term as she lay in bed slowly teasing a finger over the outside of her lips. 'At least this tiny thong makes masterbation easy' she thought. As she lay there she tried to process all the information she had on Gaius. The man had 'mysterious' and 'dangerous' down as well as he had 'tall, dark and handsome' but there was also a genuinely compassionate side to him. She tried to stop herself because she knew the more she thought about him, the more she'd fall for him. Was that so bad though? She wondered. She decided it wasn't and as she drifted off to sleep she realized that they WERE in a romantic relationship after all, even if they hadn't discussed it since the world ended. Scarlett was having a nightmare. That much she knew. Yet, she still couldn't wake up. She was running across the open grass on the some dark plain, being chased by a giant lion. Soon the huge cat had dragged her down to the ground but as she prepared to feel it's teeth sink into her throat, she yelped as it's long tongue swept over her cunny. She was almost immediately bright to arousal and the lion noticed. After a moment he roughly brought her to all fours and mounted her. The lion slowly tried to work it's huge organ into her weeping little box, being surprisingly gentle as he slowly pumped his hips and she flexed and loosened her pussy. She used her superior muscle control to open herself up as much as possible and still there was a good spoke of pain as the giant lion cock's head finally slid into her yawning pussy, her labia already red and swollen from being overstretched. She couldn't bring herself to care though as the huge animal sawed back and forth until she felt him pass the point of any previous intruder and open up her tight confines before coming into contact with her cervix. She gave off an "oof" as the huge helmet tapped her cervical door and a brief spoke of overly sensitive pain and pleasure flashed from her core. "Fuck me", she wheezed. The beast immediately began to slowly drag the huge length back out before sliding in to fill her again with excruciating slowness that dragged her overstretched walls against the impossibly hot flesh of the male pillar. She was moaning now as every thrust had been sending mini-orgasms through her shaking frame but the big one now approached. Sending this, the lion lightly but down on her neck before pushing all the way back to her cervix in one slow but firm thrust before yanking quickly out and repeating the slow invasion as the slick friction sent her over the edge. The huge release only fueled her further and she decided to make the most of such a lovely dream. However, when she started squeezing her walls down on the huge member, something felt different. As she opened her eyes she quickly realized she wasn't in a field with a lion but in Gaius' bed with his huge cock halfway in her and they spooned and grinder on each other. The realization alone made her cum again unexpectedly and that set something off in him as he began to speed up his pace as he worked the top half of his cock in and out her repeatedly, causing her orgasms to roll from one to the other in constant waves of pleasure. "Yes! Fuck me! Give it to me! Pound me with that horse cock!" He did just that, causing her to scream out her pleasure as he Linder into her at a constant sprint. She could tell he was getting close and could barely spare a thought to say, "I'm not on the pill anymore." "I don't fucking care. I'm going to fill you to overflowing. Your mine!" He roared as he slammed deep into her, giving her most of the half of his cock that he had held back, causing her eyes to bulge in easier and pain as the crested the huge wave with him. Looking down, she couldn't believe it but she had taken all but a couple inches at the root of his huge tool. That was her last thought as she felt huge splashes of hot goo impacting with impossible force and volume on the back of her womb, as the huge head had been forced through her cervix along with a couple inches of shaft and was now bucking with every huge shot he dumped in her. She blacked out almost immediately, having never experienced anything like it. When she came back to her senses she was on her back with her legs spread lazily out to the sides and he pummeled her poor little least at a breakneck speed, pounding her long after she was in submission. She was only partially conscious throughout the night after that, mostly when he would roar out and slam into her again to pump tangible amounts of his seed into her fertile womb in direct deposit fashion. The last thing she remembered was being on all fours as Gaius ground into her from behind, rubbing around her over sensitive clit without making direct contact and lightly tugging her nipple while he softly sucked her neck before slammed into her again to dump huge wad after wad into her. This time though, halfway through, he pulled all the way out and tossed her into her back as heavy ropes of semen erupted onto her entire upper body. She had enough of her wits lets to reach out with two hands and pump the spewing snake as the last few shots found her face, landing on her cheeks, lips and nose to drop and hang off her jaw and chin in true Bukakke volume. Then she fell asleep, body-painted with impossibly copious seed and already appearing several months pregnant as her swollen womb was literally bloated with more cum than she ever thought possible for any three huge men to produce in as many days, exhausted and in bed with her love.