FUTURELOVE SEX SLAVE

She had an itch to scratch, that's the way with candida. If she could find some blunt, organic instrument to rub against she'd be half way to pacifying this cutaneous irritation. Since the 1940's men had become nothing more than an embryotic storage in a cryogenic bioshphere. Men were a rare commodity these days, so to have an infection due to sexual contact was like a pathogen only found in one in a billion case studies. No matter how rare it needed to be contained and studied. "Fuck that" she thought, if this is what the results were she's need to make a good core sample group. Following the trail of wasted GHBers in the allyway she knew she'd find something she could fuck down here. Even if it meant having to contain yet another example of this strain she'd be willing to make a scientific sacrifice.

There he was. Tall, long and tattooed and as vulnerable as a daisy in the rain. She walked up to him and brushed her nose against his neck. He smelled of sweat, and fear, and man. Fuck, the smell of man had been something she hadn't inhaled for more than three months. He quivered like an arrow in bow ready to shoot. Men were fearful of women since they all but raped and killed their species about half a century ago. She pushed her tongue hard against his neck and his knees buckled. Something as powerful as she might just eat him like a chocolate chip cookie and leave no crumbs. He couldn't remember why he was there and she cared even less. He was a hare caught in the headlights and she was the fucking 4x4, bull bars and all.

He could smell that overpowering smell of woman he smelled everyday whilst trying to hide in some nuances of the dark crevices of the underpaths. She could smell his tentativeness mixed with his inquisitiveness. She wanted him to abate her irritation, he wanted to satiate his primal lust. Given that woman had long surpassed man's ability to dominate he knew she was almost akin to a huntress and it's prey.

She just took him, almost devoured him. She began by just forcing her tongue down his throat. Pulling his hair back like a puppeteer with his strings. His head drawn back and his mouth opened agog. Her nails ripping traces of scores of blood in his flesh. His back a scrabble board of openings. She found his cock almost immediately with her hands. Opened his trousers and grabbed his turgid phallus in her fist. She drew her hand the full length of it two or three times before she decided she wanted this thing to satisfy her needs. She traced the semi-hard cock along the line of her labia till it found the dip of her vagina. She pushed it a little until it popped into her like a skimmer breaking the surface of a pond. She was engorged and deep and everything he needed to feel. She couldn't catch her breath. It was suspended in some time/space continuum she couldn't find the formula for. Maybe if this had have been a physicist she'd have been able to find the reason for her result. But fuck that, this was biology now, something physics couldn't equate. Something chemistry would overrule.

There were visceral experiences felt by them both that couldn't be expressed, but the feeling of him pounding into her and the feeling of him thrashing against her cervix would be something neither could describe in words to another or any other. Fuck describing this, this was something only the body would understand. Something only the mind would comprehend. Fucking wet and hard and satiating. She came like a thunderstorm. Every particle in her felt overwhelmed by electrical impulses. Every part of him was a primordial soup of expulsion. They'd looked into each others' eyes and saw that core of energy that only an atom trace hints at.

Sliding over him in long, deep, thrusts she massaged his cock to to precipice of him spewing inside her. Again and again he pounded into her thrusting in her like some juggernaut on a path it could not sway from. She could feel every inch of him inside. Usually she could feel the width of a cock, most cocks could measure her width but this one was long, reaching the very top of her cunt. He felt almost like a pure electromagnetic field of feeling, she could only feel him, his cock, nothing else. Spent; they bit each other momentarily and separated. She felt pacified. For now. He felt almost like a pawn moved by the chess player. Till another game. She'd had her fill of him. She looked into his eyes like a wolf caught in the act and fled. She eat him next time.