I Dated a Mad Scientist by Viola Grace
Chapter Nine
She grunted softly as he rocked into her, his hands twined with hers, his chest rubbing against her breasts, and his kiss making her dizzy. Every inward thrust caused her to groan, and part of it was the pressure on her chest; the rest was that he had angled himself high, and he was rubbing against her clit sliding in and sliding out.
It seemed that he was going to keep fucking her through the entire weekend on this very couch. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked against him, groaning as her orgasm moved through her in a slow wave. He kept moving, and the waves went on and on.
She flexed her fingers against his, and he kissed her again as the slow clasping wrapped around his cock inside her. Arcady stroked his tongue with her own as he rode her until she tensed again, and then, she turned her head and gritted her teeth as another orgasm washed through her. His cock moved inside her, flexing and then twisting. He gave a growling roar as he came inside her.
She gasped, and he bit, growling and holding her shoulder in his teeth. His cock moved again and twisted in a new motion. She felt him pulse, and then, the heat that she was beginning to associate with his cum spilled into her, and he collapsed.
The moment he started to recover, he unclenched his jaw and started licking her.
Arcady moaned as he worked over the punctures, and she sighed when he licked her neck. When he returned to her for a kiss, she murmured, “Krizt.”
He smiled and kissed her softly. “If I wanted to stay like this, would you punch me?”
She felt him moving inside her without his hips moving. “So, not just your tail, huh?”
He laughed. “No, not just the tail. I didn’t want to wreck the surprise.”
“You missed a chance. The best reveal would have been while I was giving you a blowjob.” She smiled and tilted her hips slightly.
“Ah, that won’t happen for a while. I am too eager to be inside you.” He nuzzled her cheek.
Arcady made an observation. “You smell really good.”
She licked his jaw. “And you taste really good. Sorry that I bit you.”
He lifted his head. “Don’t be. It was an effective signal that you were not comfortable.”
She wiggled her fingers. “Can I have my hands back?”
“Yes. Yes, you can.”
He released her arms and levered up on his palms. “Now I can finally enjoy looking at this damned couch.”
She laughed. “Is that why it had to be here?”
“The designer put this thing here, and I never used it. So, now, I will smile whenever I see it.”
Arcady put her hands on his shoulders and stroked them down his chest. She kept her palms flat, turned them, and slid them down his belly to where they were still connected. His erection twisted inside her, and a heavy corkscrewing sensation began.
She groaned and pulled her hips against his. “No. I have to take a shower and run some errands.”
“It isn’t even seven.” He continued to move inside her. “Shops don’t open until nine.”
“Still need a shower, breakfast, have to get dre—oohh.” She slid her hands up his neck and grabbed his horns. Inside, he was stroking a spot that brought tears to her eyes. She closed her eyes and turned her head. His gaze was too intense for her.
He kissed her neck, her cheek, and turned her head toward his. “Open those eyes for me, boss.”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
He nibbled at her neck. “Come on, your eyes are so pretty when you cum.”
She chuckled but kept her eyes closed. “No, three times in one morning is enough.”
“Never enough.”
She gasped and pressed her breasts to his chest.
His cock stopped moving, and she exhaled in disappointment. It was too close.
“Open your eyes, Arcady.”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“Please?” Krizt brushed his lips across hers.
She squinted at him. “How’s this?”
He withdrew until just the tip of him was inside her. “How’s this?”
She opened her eyes in outrage, and he laughed. She moved a hand between them, and she caressed her clit until she was on the edge again. The tail that wrapped around her wrist had to fight her, but he got her fingers off her clit a few seconds before she would have gotten to cum.
His tail held her hand to the couch, and she growled, thrusting upward with her hips. He winced and plunged deep, holding her down with his hips. The pressure set her off, and she screamed as waves of fire poured through her nerves, and she slowly felt the ripples recede.
She was staring into his eyes, and he slowly withdrew from her and lay at her side, pulling her against him. She blinked slowly as her scattered wits gathered and returned to her.
She squirmed and cuddled up against him, his tail still wrapped around her wrist.
He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs and kissed her forehead.
She exhaled slowly. “That was... unexpected.”
He chuckled and kissed the tears from her eyes. “Why did you cry?”
“Don’t know.”
He licked his lips and stroked her back. “Are you going to the peacekeepers?”
“Yeah. Trying to get all the legal stuff done, so that next week feels normal-ish.”
“You think it will be normal?”
“Ish.”
He chuckled. “There will be issues at work.”
“I know.”
“You will experience comments and harassment.”
“Yup.”
“It will get worse once we file for a relationship declaration.”
“Probably.” She smiled. “I won’t be the first assistant dating her boss. Not even at Z-Tech.”
He lifted his head. “Really? Do tell.”
“Nope. The bond of assistants and receptionists is sacred until one of them stabs me in the back.” She exhaled slowly. “In that case, I go for blood.”
“Sounds like you are preparing for battle.”
“I am.” She lifted her head and met his gaze. “Now, I really need breakfast and more coffee. I have to take medical records to the peacekeepers and then do some self-care.”
“May I come with you? I have the detailed records of your transformation and the orders for it from your boss and medical professionals stating that it was the only way to save you.”
“Uh, sure. I didn’t think it would be your thing.”
“I am good with paperwork.” He got offended.
She laughed brightly. “No, you are not. That is why you needed me to begin with. I dealt with two months’ worth of correspondence in two days. I will tell you what you need to bring.” She kissed his chest and licked him lightly. She felt him stiffen. “I would like to retract that last contact.”
He laughed. “It’s fine. We are done until after the errands.”
She eased away from him and then looked down at what started out as a normal erection but then narrowed to a point. “That would explain it.”
It twisted and elongated, and she laughed and backed up. “Nope. Not this morning.”
She fell off the couch and rolled into a crouch with one leg extended. She felt a light tracing down her inner thigh and looked. She looked back at him in surprise. “Quicksilver?”
“I used to think that was normal until I engaged in research. Then, I did some research on it, and now, I have been able to use it for medical study.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Yeah, have your shower, and I will meet you in the kitchen to make you breakfast.”
Arcady stared at him as he sat and stretched. “You cook?”
“Klauz and I learned together. He made a career out of cooking, and I went to chemistry and biology.”
“He’s really good at it.” She found her robe again and slipped it over her shoulders but left it open.
She tossed him the soft and silky wrap that he had been wearing. He held it and followed her. He paused as they walked past his room. “Did you want to use my shower?”
She shook her head. “I am good with the guestroom. See you in twenty.”
He chuckled and let her get away.
She got the call she had been waiting for while she was lathering up her hair. “Audio only. Accept.”
“Morning, Arcady.”
“Morning, Thomas.” She rinsed her hair and leaned back under the spray.
“Arcady, it’s the end of the month.”
She thought about that. “Is it?”
“Yeah, and the shelter needs money for rent.”
“You stole thirty thousand dollars in the last few weeks, Thomas. You even got a bank officer to commit a felony on your behalf.”
“I...”
“Yeah. My boss has reported it. I have gotten a new account, and you can’t charm your way into the pants of this particular officer.” She rinsed her hair again and applied some conditioner with a purple tint.
“The shelter needs that money.”
“The shelter needs a managing officer who isn’t taking all the money and running with it. Don’t worry. I am ordering an audit. You are managing a private shelter with public funding, so expect to be gone over thoroughly.”
“You... you can’t do that. You are my sister! I am the only one who stood by you.”
“Yeah, I know. I just couldn’t stop making money and letting you take it, could I? Do you want a tip for the local races?”
“Yes. Please. The last one. I promise.”
“Oh... wait. I lost my precog abilities when I was hit on the skull and my brain started bleeding out of my ears. All I had was my savings. You took it and pissed it away. Congratulations, Thomas. You found the last straw. The tipping point or the camel’s back. Take your pick. You did it. The shelter will no longer help you launder money, and I am coming after you for what you stole. I have to start over again after a traumatic head injury. I am fucking done with you.”
He gasped. “You didn’t say anything about that when we spoke before.”
“I was in front of my god-damned boss! The precog thing isn’t in my file, and if you out me, I am going to let Mom and Dad know about your own activity. Wouldn’t that be fun? To have them know that their precious boy is a faulty calculator and a convincer? It never comes out right, does it?”
She rinsed out the conditioner and left the shower.
“Where are you? I need to talk to you.”
“No fucking way. I have things to do today, and listening to you whine for pity in front of an audience isn’t one of them.” She smiled. “I would not try it, by the way. If you start whining, I will not put myself between you and the truth anymore. I will ask you questions you can’t imagine and turn the queries on you. I am done, Thomas. You dug yourself into the fucking hole... get yourself out of it.”
He said, “But, Arky!”
“My name is Arcady. I only have one name. Use all of it.” She towelled her hair and disconnected the call.
She wrapped herself in a towel and went to find clothing suitable for shopping in high-end stores and talking to peacekeepers. She snorted and decided to use a version of her work clothes.
* * * *
Krizt snorted as he listened to the call through his security system. Precog. That explained so very much about her.
He notified the peacekeepers that the brother needed the audit and received an acknowledgement from the lead of the investigation from that night.
He finished his paperwork and walked into the kitchen to work on breakfast when she came in, her hair in a thick braid down her back and tied with a strand of her hair.
Krizt looked at her. “Why are you dressed for the lab?”
She looked down. “Because I am going in for makeup, and wearing jeans and sneakers doesn’t get you out of the store as fast as looking like you have money and a job.” Arcady shrugged. “Same with the peacekeepers.”
“Why is makeup important?” He cocked his head. He genuinely thought that she looked gorgeous.
“It gives social cues and acts as a mask for daily wear. I can hide a blush, a rough night, or a nip to the lip with the right products.” She laughed at him, and she must have seen what was going on in his mind. “Corianne is a biter. My mouth is the part of me exposed to the patrons.” She shrugged. “When I am dressed.”
He sighed and shook his head. “It will be interesting to see how I react when you are back on the books at BDC.”
“Oh, because of the other patrons.”
He nodded. “Yes. Because of them.” The monster that lurked under his skin wanted to keep her in the apartment.
She laughed. “When I was with them, I thought of you at least once every five minutes.”
“Even the ladies?”
“Even the ladies.” She walked up to him, pressed herself against him, and the jolt of energy that he felt at the pressure took the air out of his lungs.
He narrowed his eyes. “Any particular reason?”
“You have very graceful hands.”
He snorted and laughed. Graceful was not something that sprang to mind when he thought of himself. He thought of himself as competent, but when Arcady was around, he was aroused and unfocused. If she hadn’t been helping him, he wouldn’t get anything done. She was cause and cure all in one.
* * * *
She smiled and backed away from him when he hadn’t taken the bait. He got that way. His brain was on something else.
“I am going to go find my coffee cup. Oh, wait. I can’t.”
He nodded to the sink. “The bots retrieved it. It’s there.”
She looked, and the cup was sparkling clean next to the sink. “Okay, where is my coffee stuff hiding?”
He guided her to the tea cupboard, where her coffee was sitting next to his tea.
“Aw, they look so cute together.”
He snorted. “Your filter is here, and we can pick up a proper pour-over kettle for you when we are out.”
She took down her accessories and prepped the drip filter with coffee, setting the ground coffee back up on the shelf.
She set the drip filter over the coffee cup and turned on the hot water, lifting the grounds to get them wet before the drip filled up, and she turned off the water. Her focus was on the slowly sinking level of grounds, and she ignored whatever he was doing in favour of watching her cup of coffee being born.
“Why do you like coffee so much?”
She smiled. “After I went through the program, it was determined that my activity was only good for what I am using it for. Assisting people. So, I studied and got office certifications, learned how to work with data and troubleshoot most minor computer stuff.”
She completed her coffee and went looking for cream and sugar.
Krizt got them out for her and asked, “Do you have family other than Thomas?”
She nodded. “Yeah, they are members of Humans First. Or they were. Thomas was the one that stuck with me after I was sent for training.”
“To drain money from you.”
She wrinkled her nose and turned to watch him as he assembled omelettes for them.
“Well, yah. I didn’t mind for a while, but then, it was obvious that it wasn’t blood that kept him near me. It was money. Actives make a lot of money in the right occupations.”
“I am aware.” He chuckled.
“Well, I took lab-procedure courses and did some part-time work at the hospitals in the area. Drew blood. Spun samples.”
“But that isn’t what brought in the funds he needed.”
She gave him a piercing look. “So, your whole place is rigged with surveillance?”
“Pretty much.”
“I don’t use the precog thing much. My daily activities are just using a trickle of it, so I know what is needed for those around me.” She looked at him warily. Precognition involved biological trackers and government oversight. She didn’t want to be watched, and she didn’t want to be stuck in an office writing down predictions for the rest of her life.
“How far can you see?”
“Do you have to report it?”
“No. You are an active who has had biological alteration. You are no longer a reliable source for any forecasts.” He smiled and slid one of the omelettes onto a plate. “And of course, with your brain damage, there is no predicting how things will take shape.”
“Okay, so you are definitely watching or, at least, listening. Yeah, I wanted to hammer him with it and make him think that the well had dried up. I had been keeping him afloat with tips to the race track for a few... well, over a decade.”
“So, he steals your money and then coaxes you into committing a felony?”
“Oh. Right. Precog laws.” She slurped at her coffee. “I had forgotten about those.”
“Do you think he would turn you in?”
“Only if he didn’t want all the criminal consortiums on his doorstep wanting his kneecaps.” She chuckled. “His life wouldn’t be worth much at that point, and he does value his own life and safety over everything.”
He carried two plates over to a dining table, and she clicked over in her heels. He held her chair out for her, and when she sat, she laughed. “You really did take cooking classes.”
There was a small starburst of chives dotted over the yellow fluffy mass.
He had set the table at some point. She lifted her fork. “May I?”
“It isn’t modern art. Eat. We have places to go before I haul you back here and attempt to have my way with you again.” He grinned, and the light gleamed off his silver horns.
“Attempt?”
“I was too rushed and could have injured you. I nearly did.” He smiled. “The last thing I want is the boss calling off the scheduled activities.”
She blushed. “Why are you calling me that?”
“I thought it would be cute to let you know when I am feeling like having you take advantage of me.”
She gave him a look before she ate the most heavenly omelette she had ever had served to her by a usually grumpy biological research scientist with horns. It ranked pretty high on her list of favourite foods, actually.
She mumbled. “Well, as long as I have your authorization to take advantage of you, I shall use my powers carefully so as not to reduce your productivity.”
He smiled slowly. “You think you can manage that?”
She shrugged. “I am very good at scheduling your time.”
He laughed, and they finished breakfast. They had a lot of things to do before she could test her ability to manage his time.
