I Dated a Mad Scientist by Viola Grace

Chapter Twelve

Tycho was everything she had remembered. It might have been close to two months, but the careful foreplay that he put her through was still intense, but doing it with the lights on and her eyes focusing on him was enough to bring a hot blush to her cheeks.

He stared into her eyes, and hers went wide as he slid his fingers past the lace of her panties again, reaching into her with a slow plunge that made her arch her back. The lace and underwire of her bra was a constriction, but the rapid breathing was uncontrolled.

Tycho smiled. “So, little bunny, what do you want for the holidays?”

“They are months away.” She groaned as his fingers moved against her.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“I want to learn how to defend myself. I want to learn how to drive. I want to have a little black dress that I pick out.” She babbled it.

He chuckled. “Those are all very doable.” His hand continued to move into her and out of her, hitting all the right spots.

She murmured, “I feel like I should ask Zera if I can borrow you.”

He laughed. “No need. We can go with any escort who will accept us. You feel accepting.”

She moaned and arched. “What was your first clue?”

He pulled his fingers out of her and licked them; he flipped her over and unzipped her skirt, easing it down her legs and away. Her panties were peeled from her, leaving her in her stockings and the lacy belt that held them up. She reached for them, and he grabbed her hands. “Nope. Leave them on. They frame the target nicely.”

She got worried. “Target?”

“Well, now that I don’t need to worry about breaking you or biting, you are a much more desirable playmate.” As he spoke, he got her out of her blouse, and the bra was flicked to the floor. All she had on was the stockings, and he grinned.

Corianne circled, and Krizt was watching his display of her stats and stroking himself. Arcady winced. They were all getting into this in their own particular way.

Tycho widened her thighs and ran his tongue up from knee to groin. He repeated that caress on the other leg, and then, he dove into her, licking and sucking, circling her clit and turning her into a hot and writhing ball of mounting tension.

She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair, looking for a horn to grab, but that wasn’t him. Lips pressed into her neck and licked their way down to her breasts, and more nipping and sucking commenced.

She tried to hold onto them both, but Corianne’s head moved from left to right with increasing ferocity until she bit down.

Arcady howled and then moaned as the combination of her two lovers brought her to a fast, hard orgasm.

Tycho bit into her inner thigh, and she moaned as the aftershocks continued while he sucked. Corianne switched breasts, and the heavy throb continued through Arcady’s system.

When they both licked at her slowly, she moaned and gasped. “Well, that was fun.”

Tycho murmured, “We aren’t done.”

He gave her inner thigh one long swipe with his tongue, sat up, and removed his clothes.

Corianne lifted her head and moved from Arcady’s breasts to her mouth. Arcady moaned as she tasted her own blood and had to admit it tasted different than it was before. It was the difference between hot chocolate being made with milk as opposed to water. There was just more to it now.

Corianne ran a hand down her body and smiled as Arcady arched into her touch. “A delightfully greedy little bunny.”

Tycho chuckled and returned to the chaise, leaning his back against the curled arm. “Hop into my lap, little bunny.”

Corianne helped her sit up and then sat back. Arcady was still breathing heavily, but Tycho held his hand out, and the muscles across his torso flexed as he moved. His cock was gleaming, but then, that was part of his activity. He was big, and it helped him get in where he wanted to be. She swallowed as she saw how his cock was nearly glowing. It seemed he wanted inside her rather badly.

She put her hand in his, and her fingers shook slightly. He smiled and helped her settle against him, his erection slick and throbbing against her folds. She looked up at him warily.

“Why so scared, bunny? You have done this before.”

She bit her lip. “It is different with eye contact. Your expression is much more smug than I expected.”

“A beautiful woman settles naked in my lap; you had better fucking believe I am smug.” He grinned.

She was startled into a laugh. He lifted her and lodged into her opening, pulling her down while he pushed up. Her laugh turned to a gasp, and then, he was inside her.

He pulled her head to his and started to arch into her as he kissed her. She pressed her hands to his chest and started to move against him. When he thrust up, she pressed down, and soon, they were colliding together with intensity, her nails dug into his chest, and their kissing was slowing things down. Her body was slick with sweat, but Tycho was still cool, though his eyes were hot. When she raised herself away from him, he growled low and pulled her back to him.

He rolled to the flat of the chaise and thrust into her. He went up on an elbow and stroked her clit with his free hand as his hips kept moving.

She arched up as his fingers set her off, and he snapped forward in a blur, gripping her neck with his teeth. She screamed softly, dug her nails into his back, and he growled as he sucked at her neck.

Arcady felt the flex and shudder of his cock inside her, and she whimpered. He groaned softly and licked the wounds from the bite. His chest was rising and falling slightly faster than normal, and he pressed kisses against the puncture marks.

She shuddered and pulled her fingers away from his back. “Sorry.”

He chuckled. “Kiss it better?”

“Uh, not from here. I don’t bend that way.” She moved her hips. “You have to get out of me first.”

“I don’t want to.” His eyes narrowed, and he moved inside her again. “I like the little squeaks you make.”

She blushed and suddenly saw a large blue hand on Tycho’s shoulder. “May I cut in?”

Tycho grimaced and snarled. He pulled out and faced Krizt. There was a moment, and then, the team member hit the doctor, and they were tumbling across the floor.

Corianne sat next to her and said, “Oh, good. The boys are busy.”

Arcady looked at her in confusion, and Corianne bore her back to the sofa and put her thigh in the space that Tycho had just been occupying.

Soft kisses and light licks against her skin distracted Arcady from the thudding of fists against flesh as Corianne treated her like she was delicate and precious.

Tears seeped from her eyes at the kindness, and she sobbed softly before Corianne kissed her carefully, taking any other noises.

There was a dark huff beside them, and Corianne glanced. Then her eyes widened, and she rolled to one side.

Arcady looked at Krizt and blinked, seeing the altered form that he had exhibited on that day in the park. She looked at him, and another tear left her eye. “Hey, Krizt. Can I have a hug?”

He pulled her up and cuddled her against his chest. He licked at the tear with his tongue and made a snuffling noise near her ear. She looked at him and sighed. “You can relax, Krizt. He got the point. No hogging me.”

Tycho chuckled from the floor. “Yup. Got the point.”

Arcady peeked behind Krizt’s shoulder, and a bloodied Tycho was sitting up and laughing. She sighed in relief. She touched Krizt’s cheek and pulled his monstrous face to her for a kiss. He was so careful with her that it took all of her effort to keep another tear from forming. It was so sweet... right until his knuckles started to stroke her between her thighs. She chuckled and broke the kiss. “Seriously?”

He snorted and nodded.

“Okay, set me loose.”

His arm tightened.

“Baby, you aren’t getting in from this angle, so let me get situated and then feel free to join me.”

He pulled his lips back and let out a low growl.

“No, I am not trying to get away. I would just end up splatted against the glass anyway.”

He chuffed and let her climb away from him. She gathered her hair and draped it over the bites then got up on her hands and knees on the chaise. She extended her hand to him when she was ready, and he moved slowly, taking her hand and licking her palm. She shivered, and her nipples hardened. His fangs extended, and he grinned.

Instead of mounting her as she had anticipated, he moved behind her, and his long and dexterous tongue set about the task of driving her insane.

She dug her nails into the chaise below her and groaned as he stroked her back and slithered his tongue from navel to tailbone. Her eyes went wide in surprise, and Tycho perched on the arm of the lounge in front of her. “He is very thorough, and that tongue is a surprise.”

She slowly looked up at Tycho. “Just wait.”

When Krizt had determined that she was wet enough, there was a tearing of fabric, and she felt the probing pressure in her opening. She gasped when it circled as it entered and whimpered when it got thicker rapidly.

Corianne let out a strangled word. “Wow.”

Arcady was outside of being able to use coherent words as Krizt started to pump, his hips slamming against her butt with every thrust. He was so deep it was uncomfortable, but thanks to Tycho’s contribution, it was a surprisingly possible fit.

She didn’t have a chance to thrust back at him; he wrapped an arm under her belly and held her against him as he moved inside her. His chest was hot, and she leaned up against him as he slid against her. She started gasping and giving a high-pitched whine then she moaned low, and he snapped forward and bit her, and the slow flex of her sex around him turned into a hard clench as he flexed and came with a low snarl.

He was hot, Tycho was cool, and Corianne was just right. Arcady was flat on the chaise with Krizt on top of her.

His teeth were detached from her skin, and he licked the wounds then went on to lick all the other marks that had been left on her. She sighed and said, “Thank you, Krizt.”

He chuckled. “The least I could do for putting you in this situation.”

“I put myself in this particular situation.” She chuckled. “I could have gotten Klauz to hide me in the kitchen if things got too aggressive.”

Krizt whispered in her ear, “Who do you think was watching?”

She elbowed him, and he withdrew while he was laughing. She tried to get up, but her muscles were in denial of the function they were supposed to serve. She went face-first into the cushion and mumbled, “I am gonna need a minute.”

Krizt lifted her and cuddled her against him. “Aw, little bunny.”

“That is a very stupid nickname.” She was grim.

“But it suits you. Was there anything else you wanted to do today?”

She yawned. “I think I need a bath and a nap. Not fussy about the order.”

“Since you will be in my bed, we will start with the bath. He doesn’t mind the smell of Tycho and Corianne, but he prefers you simply smelling like you.”

She nodded and leaned against his chest, dozing as the three discussed a few things. Tycho and Corianne sounded excited when they finally left, pausing to kiss her cheek as she dozed. Her body ached in a lot of places, but her butt had remained unscathed, so that was something.

Krizt carried her to the elevator, and the other two left. Arcady stretched and cuddled back against him.

“There we are, bunny. All alone again.”

She yawned. “Bath. Nap. Dessert?”

“I put it in the fridge. The other two had theirs while I was inside you.”

She shivered. “Oh. Right. I forgot.”

He paused. “You forgot that my other form pinned you to the lounge?”

“No, just that the other two weren’t involved in the last coupling. They were just watching.”

“We have a few thoughts on that. It would involve a trip to the resort, but I think it could be fun for all of us.”

“You don’t take holidays.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “No, and I have a bunch saved up.”

She blinked. “I don’t.”

He paused in his bedroom. “What?”

“I haven’t been at Z-Tech for a year. I don’t have any holidays. No trips for me.” She dozed for a few seconds.

She blinked as water started to rain down on her. Krizt was washing her and turning her while he argued with HR.

“I am sorry, Dr. Krizt, her sick leave has been used up, and she hasn’t accumulated any holiday pay yet. She will get it when she has been with us for a full year.”

“Unacceptable. I need to do some travelling, and I need her with me to create reports for the ongoing projects.”

She smiled as she realized what he was trying to do. She beckoned him down and whispered what he needed to say. His brows went up.

“She is currently an ongoing experiment and must be monitored at all times. She’s worth about two million to Z-Tech. It is either she comes with me while I travel, or a full security detail will have to be hired to keep track of her and guard the company investment.”

“Ah. Well, that is different. As you report to the CEO, we will run it past her, and if she says yes, you can take her along as an adjunct for your department. She will have to fill out all the claim documents that you do, but you can take her with you for travel if you are continuing your experiments. That is tentative authorization.”

“Thank you, Ms. Helon. You have been most helpful. Have a nice weekend.”

“You too, Dr. Krizt.”

The call disconnected, and Krizt asked, “How did you know that would work?”

She yawned and leaned against him while he washed her back. “They just need to be able to put me in the right category. If I am an experiment that has to be monitored, that makes me a project, which puts me in a new category. So, you have to give the project a name, register it, and accounting will let you do whatever you want with me.”

He chuckled. “That is very tempting. So, what do you think about other body mods?”

“Like tattoos and piercings?”

“I was thinking more pixie wings and some more effective claws.”

She blinked. “I like the idea of the wings, but instead of claws, I would like some more efficient personal lubrication.”

He paused. “To make sex easier?”

“Correct. Your other half isn’t a big communicator, so I would like to be ready when he is. Being able to trigger it on my own would be welcome.”

He chuckled. “An interesting thought. Would you prefer that it be here?” He reached between her thighs, and his finger teased her opening. “Or here?” His other hand slid behind her and circled the opening that tensed at his touch.

“Uh. Both?”

He raised his brows. “Really? They are definitely different needs. It would be a challenge.”

She blushed. “Well, I don’t need much else. I can’t encourage biters with armour-plated skin. I like the idea of wings, but they would have to fold in or be able to be hidden under clothing.”

“I will begin the design phase and get you mock-ups for your approval. I mean, unless you are willing to host a projection, but that would involve brain surgery.”

She murmured, “Why not a small module at the base of the skull and then echo modules in the back?”

“I would have to link it to an area that could conceptualize and create the wings and might still need a base strut for you to build from.”

She nodded, and he kept talking as she fell asleep while he planned her wings in the shower. At least it kept his mind off her ass.