Nightwalker
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He took the opportunity to stretch her some more, listening to her pant, feeling her hands fumbling to find him. But listening to her had put him at the razor’s edge. He didn’t think he could bear her curious touch right then. So he surged up her body, took her hands and placed them on his chest as he set his hips between her open and wet thighs. He took a moment to speak a Word, waited for the brief spell to settle, then he slid himself through the slick track of her folds, groaning at the feel. Did she understand how responsive she was? Did she understand what it was doing to him?
“I’m going to take you now,” he said through his teeth. “Right now!”
“Yes! Please!” she cried as he notched himself to her and made his opening thrust.
She was so tight. So untried. He attempted to go slowly, but he failed miserably. Where had all his lauded control gone? Where was the man who had not been stirred to passion for ages? He was gone. So far gone. Because of her. He thrust deeper, his pace all the more hurried as he finally found full seat inside her. He took a moment to take stock of her, to make certain there was no pain. To make certain she was still with him.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered hotly against his ear. “Never stop.”
He didn’t. He surged into her hard, making her draw in a wild breath. Then he thrust again, and again. Until he had found an almost frantic rhythm inside her.
“I’m going to come for you,” he said. “Would you like that?”
“Yes. Very much so. Please,” she said.
He chuckled. “Well, since you’re being so polite about it, I must make it a point to do so more than once.”
“Oh yes. That would be wonderful.” She began to pant in time to his thrusts. She started to moan, her pleasure obviously building. But this time would feel different for her. This time her orgasm would be from the inside out. He would see to it.
He hit into her harder. Harder and faster. She gloved around him, tight and wet and he couldn’t make himself hold back. When she came he went right along with her, shouting out as he ejaculated into her. It was like a catharsis for his soul. Years of staid control had burst apart at the seams. And he was glad of it. Had anyone asked him hours ago how he felt about sex he’d have said he had no desire to do so whatsoever. Now the opposite was true.
Now, he wanted more.
Chapter 9
Apep was seated on the exam table, a little strip of paper under his butt and a dressing gown in his lap. He had been instructed to change, leaving the gown open to the front and, of course, the nurse had said with a chuckle, panties off. He didn’t even wear panties, so that was a moot point, but the rest of it…he was a god. Gods don’t get naked for others, others get naked for them. Besides, he didn’t see the point. He was only there for one thing. He had shown up at this random doctor’s office without an appointment and had dropped an insane amount of money on the front desk, stating that the doctor would see him now. That it was a matter of life and death. He failed to mention that it was the doctor’s life in the balance and his death he was talking about. He would get to that part later, but only if necessary. He wasn’t ready to expose himself to the adulation of these puny mortals. For the duration of his pregnancy having the Templar Bodywalkers as his lackeys had been more than adequate. They were sufficiently cowed by him, subservient to him, scared to death of him. Sure, one or two had tried to escape the compound where they had moved in order to wait out the remainder of his enceinte state, but they had been caught and dealt with accordingly, making nice examples for anyone else who thought to do so.
Apep impatiently plucked at the tie to the robe. Really, where was this doctor? He’d been waiting a whole three minutes already.
The door to the exam room opened right then and a woman in scrubs with short, pixie curls and a man just past middle age with a balding head entered the room. He had a thunderous look on his face.
“Now see here, Ms…. Ms…. ” He glanced down at the chart which had not been filled out to anyone’s satisfaction.
“Odjit,” Apep supplied.
“Ms. Odjit, you can’t simply stride into a doctor’s office, throw your money around and expect him to heel to your command.”
“Yes. I can. But, as I said, this is a matter of life and death.”
“Is there something wrong?” he asked, switching gears. “You have not changed.”
Apep laughed. “Oh, of course not. Let’s not be silly. And yes, something is very wrong. You need to take this thing out of me.” He pointed to his swollen belly.
“Your child? You want me to remove your child from your womb? How far along are you?” Again he looked at the chart.
“Far enough. I’ve had it with this whole impending motherhood shtick. It’s time to move on to bigger and better things. And I cannot do that with this thing sucking half the life out of me. You have no idea what a drain on the resources this has been!”
“Pregnancy can be very taxing,” the doctor said, looking suddenly uneasy. “But you can’t rush to the end of it just because you want to. These things must conclude in their own time. You can’t have that much further to go. Who has been your doctor to date?”
“You are my doctor,” Apep said, as though talking to a not-too-clever child.
“I’ve never seen you before!”
“Of course not! You aren’t the brightest bulb in the package are you?”
“You mean to say you’ve had no prenatal care until now?” The doctor was incredulous. He exchanged a glance with his nurse.
“I took very good care of myself. There was no need for doctors then. But there is a need now. Now, I’m losing patience. What can you do to get this thing out of me?”
“You need tests! A sonogram! We need to find out how far along you are. We have to make certain the baby is healthy.”
“Oh, it’s healthy all right. You won’t find a healthier baby, believe you me. It’s half god after all. Demi-gods are notoriously hearty.”
“D-Demi—?” The doctor’s face screwed up into a strange expression. “I see. Well, we’ll have to run a battery of tests and perhaps have you sit down with our staff psychologist.”
“Screw your tests!” Apep roared, his patience at an end. He leapt from the table and grabbed the doctor around his throat. He slammed the annoying little man back against the door and held him there as his feet flailed and his face turned purple from a lack of oxygen.
“I’m going to take you now,” he said through his teeth. “Right now!”
“Yes! Please!” she cried as he notched himself to her and made his opening thrust.
She was so tight. So untried. He attempted to go slowly, but he failed miserably. Where had all his lauded control gone? Where was the man who had not been stirred to passion for ages? He was gone. So far gone. Because of her. He thrust deeper, his pace all the more hurried as he finally found full seat inside her. He took a moment to take stock of her, to make certain there was no pain. To make certain she was still with him.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered hotly against his ear. “Never stop.”
He didn’t. He surged into her hard, making her draw in a wild breath. Then he thrust again, and again. Until he had found an almost frantic rhythm inside her.
“I’m going to come for you,” he said. “Would you like that?”
“Yes. Very much so. Please,” she said.
He chuckled. “Well, since you’re being so polite about it, I must make it a point to do so more than once.”
“Oh yes. That would be wonderful.” She began to pant in time to his thrusts. She started to moan, her pleasure obviously building. But this time would feel different for her. This time her orgasm would be from the inside out. He would see to it.
He hit into her harder. Harder and faster. She gloved around him, tight and wet and he couldn’t make himself hold back. When she came he went right along with her, shouting out as he ejaculated into her. It was like a catharsis for his soul. Years of staid control had burst apart at the seams. And he was glad of it. Had anyone asked him hours ago how he felt about sex he’d have said he had no desire to do so whatsoever. Now the opposite was true.
Now, he wanted more.
Chapter 9
Apep was seated on the exam table, a little strip of paper under his butt and a dressing gown in his lap. He had been instructed to change, leaving the gown open to the front and, of course, the nurse had said with a chuckle, panties off. He didn’t even wear panties, so that was a moot point, but the rest of it…he was a god. Gods don’t get naked for others, others get naked for them. Besides, he didn’t see the point. He was only there for one thing. He had shown up at this random doctor’s office without an appointment and had dropped an insane amount of money on the front desk, stating that the doctor would see him now. That it was a matter of life and death. He failed to mention that it was the doctor’s life in the balance and his death he was talking about. He would get to that part later, but only if necessary. He wasn’t ready to expose himself to the adulation of these puny mortals. For the duration of his pregnancy having the Templar Bodywalkers as his lackeys had been more than adequate. They were sufficiently cowed by him, subservient to him, scared to death of him. Sure, one or two had tried to escape the compound where they had moved in order to wait out the remainder of his enceinte state, but they had been caught and dealt with accordingly, making nice examples for anyone else who thought to do so.
Apep impatiently plucked at the tie to the robe. Really, where was this doctor? He’d been waiting a whole three minutes already.
The door to the exam room opened right then and a woman in scrubs with short, pixie curls and a man just past middle age with a balding head entered the room. He had a thunderous look on his face.
“Now see here, Ms…. Ms…. ” He glanced down at the chart which had not been filled out to anyone’s satisfaction.
“Odjit,” Apep supplied.
“Ms. Odjit, you can’t simply stride into a doctor’s office, throw your money around and expect him to heel to your command.”
“Yes. I can. But, as I said, this is a matter of life and death.”
“Is there something wrong?” he asked, switching gears. “You have not changed.”
Apep laughed. “Oh, of course not. Let’s not be silly. And yes, something is very wrong. You need to take this thing out of me.” He pointed to his swollen belly.
“Your child? You want me to remove your child from your womb? How far along are you?” Again he looked at the chart.
“Far enough. I’ve had it with this whole impending motherhood shtick. It’s time to move on to bigger and better things. And I cannot do that with this thing sucking half the life out of me. You have no idea what a drain on the resources this has been!”
“Pregnancy can be very taxing,” the doctor said, looking suddenly uneasy. “But you can’t rush to the end of it just because you want to. These things must conclude in their own time. You can’t have that much further to go. Who has been your doctor to date?”
“You are my doctor,” Apep said, as though talking to a not-too-clever child.
“I’ve never seen you before!”
“Of course not! You aren’t the brightest bulb in the package are you?”
“You mean to say you’ve had no prenatal care until now?” The doctor was incredulous. He exchanged a glance with his nurse.
“I took very good care of myself. There was no need for doctors then. But there is a need now. Now, I’m losing patience. What can you do to get this thing out of me?”
“You need tests! A sonogram! We need to find out how far along you are. We have to make certain the baby is healthy.”
“Oh, it’s healthy all right. You won’t find a healthier baby, believe you me. It’s half god after all. Demi-gods are notoriously hearty.”
“D-Demi—?” The doctor’s face screwed up into a strange expression. “I see. Well, we’ll have to run a battery of tests and perhaps have you sit down with our staff psychologist.”
“Screw your tests!” Apep roared, his patience at an end. He leapt from the table and grabbed the doctor around his throat. He slammed the annoying little man back against the door and held him there as his feet flailed and his face turned purple from a lack of oxygen.
