Project EROS-9

Dr. Caspian Rayne had been passed over by every major lab in the city. Five rejected patents. Three publicly mocked proposals. One divorce paper signed, unsigned, signed again. His peers had gone on to design defense suits, kinetic armor, anti-radiation drones. He'd been left alone with a basement full of prototypes, a bitter taste in his mouth, and one last vial glowing softly in its containment tube.

Project EROS-9. It was supposed to be a neuro-enhanced soldier serum--designed to increase strength, reaction time, and obedience. It had tested well on rats. Mostly.

The serum had an unintended trait: it didn't bond to the bloodstream--it bonded to behavior. The first sexual climax after injection created a permanent neurological lock to the first person the subject received semen from. It didn't matter if they were a scientist or a soldier. Whoever filled the subject first, owned their pleasure system forever.

Caspian had rewritten the logs, buried the behavioral data. But he knew the truth. This wasn't a soldier serum. It was a sexual reprogramming agent. One dose. One fuck. No way back.

Still... he had a plan.

His wife, Elise, had been distant for months. Cold. Critical. She barely touched him anymore. He thought she was tired. Overworked. But last week he found unfamiliar underwear stuffed in the laundry she never folded. And tonight she came home late, makeup smudged, hair freshly showered.

He asked where she'd been. She said nothing. He asked again. She said "don't start."

Caspian didn't say another word. He offered her tea, a foot rub, and told her he wanted to show her something he'd been working on.

Elise looked bored when he showed her the serum. "Is it another rejection?" she asked.

"No," he said, smiling. "It's something different. Something that might save us."

"Us?" she scoffed. "Caspian, it's not science we need."

"No," he said. "But this might help."

She shrugged.

He slid the needle into her neck before she could ask what it did.

She gasped, slapped his arm, then swayed. "What the fuck, Caspian--what did you--"

Her eyes fluttered. Her nipples stiffened. She clutched her thighs together.

"I feel... hot..."

Caspian guided her gently to the bedroom. "It's okay. You'll feel safe soon. I just need to... seal the connection."

She groaned. "I feel like I need to be fucked... Caspian... I..."

Her pupils were dilated. Her breath came in shallow gasps.

Caspian reached for his belt.

But before he could unbuckle, his phone buzzed.

A text. From her. Sent to someone else.

Come over now. He's still in the lab.

He turned his head. The window. A silhouette. A heavy landing. Boots. Someone had just landed on the back porch.

She laughed, drunk on heat. "You're too slow, babe," she whispered, just as the sliding door opened.

And in stepped a man.

A tall, muscular, glowing figure in matte black armor trimmed in white--a visor shaped like a solar eclipse.

Sol Sentinel.

Caspian froze.

Elise rolled onto her knees, crawling toward the hero like a starving bitch in heat. "Silas," she moaned. "I need you--now--before it goes away..."

He looked confused, but not enough. He unzipped.

She opened her mouth.

Caspian shouted, "No--don't!"

Too late.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, moaning like her brain had just rebooted. Her whole body pulsed. Her skin flushed. Her tits visibly swelled under her shirt. Her hips twitched, thighs spread. She came. Hard.

And as Silas groaned and unloaded into her throat, her mind surrendered.

When he pulled out, Elise collapsed onto her elbows, tongue hanging, cum dripping from her mouth. She looked up, dazed, smiling like a fucked-out porn star.

"Silas... I feel so perfect..."

Caspian backed away in horror. She didn't even look at him. She crawled to Silas, nuzzling his leg.

"Need more... fill me again... I'm your slut now..."

Silas looked stunned. "What the hell did you do to her?"

Caspian's voice was hollow. "I invented her."

The hero zipped up, eyes wide. "She said... she wanted it. She didn't tell me--"

"It doesn't matter," Caspian snapped. "You're bonded to her now. She'll never want anyone else. Her body belongs to you. Her brain... her orgasms... every drop of cum she produces is calibrated to your pleasure."

Elise moaned. "Please... I'm ready again... use me..."

Silas looked like he wanted to vanish. But instead he knelt beside her, brushing her hair back.

"She's really gone, isn't she?"

"She's not gone," Caspian said. "She's just... evolved."

Silas stood. "Then we need to talk."

The two men sat in the lab while Elise crawled between their legs, licking at Silas's pants, moaning, fingering herself and whining like a bitch in heat. Caspian didn't stop her. He couldn't. He was hard. Furious. Jealous.

But mostly hard.

"I didn't mean for this," Silas said.

"Neither did I," Caspian replied. "But you came inside her. And now she's Velvet Halo."

"Velvet what?"

"It's what the serum does. It rewrites everything. She's optimized for sex. Seduction. Bonded arousal. The name just fits."

They watched her bounce on her knees, begging to be used.

Silas exhaled. "She can't be a wife anymore. Not like this."

"No," Caspian said. "But she might be useful. A distraction. A tool. She's built for pleasure. And you--you're a symbol."

Silas looked at him. "What are you proposing?"

"We use her. We use the serum again. This time... carefully. Pick our target. Build a team. You do the fighting. I make the weapons. She keeps the villains wet and stupid."

Silas nodded slowly. "And what do you get?"

Caspian's voice was sharp. "Next time... I go first."

Silas looked down at the girl moaning at his feet, her mouth wide, begging to be claimed again.

"Then we better find your girl."

Caspian stared at Velvet Halo. Her tits heaved. Her pussy leaked down her thighs. Her eyes never left Silas.

He clenched his fist. "Oh, we will."

And in the shadows of the city, a new story began--of heroes, and sluts, and the science of control.

Junessa Croix had been called many things--terrorist, information broker, mistress of manipulation--but most people just knew her as Red Widow. She was brilliant, ruthless, and famously uncatchable. Until tonight. Now, wrists bound in quantum cuffs, ankles spread in a reinforced chair, she sat in the center of Dr. Caspian Rayne's subterranean lab--spitting curses and threats between her perfect lips while glaring at her captors.

"You think you've won?" she hissed. "You don't even know what I've already done to your systems."

Sol Sentinel stood behind her, arms folded, jaw tight. "She was rerouting surveillance networks mid-flight. We're lucky the tracking spike held."

Caspian wasn't listening. Not really. His eyes were on her legs. Smooth. Crossed tightly. Her black bodysuit was cut high over her hips and zipped down to just above her cleavage. She was beautiful, powerful, and fully aware of it.

He turned to Sol. "Leave us."

Sol frowned. "You sure?"

"She doesn't need a savior. Not yet."

Sol hesitated, then nodded and walked up the stairs. The magnetic locks hissed as the vault door sealed behind him.

Junessa tilted her head. "Alone with your prisoner already? My, my... I didn't realize you were so predictable."

"I'm not predictable," Caspian murmured, walking closer. "I'm careful. Calculated. And very, very patient."

She smiled. "Is that supposed to make me wet?"

"No," he said. "This is."

He lifted a small silver injector. Inside: a swirling violet serum that shimmered with faint pulses of light. Her smile faltered for just a second.

"What is that?"

"The end of Red Widow," he said calmly. "And the beginning of something... better."

"You wouldn't dare--"

He jammed it into her neck.

Junessa screamed, but only once. Then her eyes rolled back. Her lips parted with a long, breathy moan.

Caspian stepped back and watched.

Her body went rigid. Then trembled. Her hips twitched against the restraints, grinding against nothing. Her nipples hardened visibly through her suit. A gasp escaped her lips--then another. And another.

"No," she panted. "What--what did you do to me--"

Her body arched, thighs clenching. Her suit began to tighten, constricting over her curves. Her breasts swelled visibly, pushing out against the reinforced fabric until the seams began to strain. Her waist cinched, her ass lifted, her thighs thickened. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body restructured around her pleasure response.

"I--nnngh--I can't... I can't think--" Her voice rose an octave, breathy and panicked.

"You're transforming," Caspian said. "Into what you were always meant to be."

She thrashed. "No--I won't--belong to anyone--"

He pressed a button on the console.

A dildo slid up from the chair beneath her. She screamed as it touched her, her whole body jolting like she'd been electrocuted.

"No--don't--don't make me--"

It slid inside.

And she broke.

Her hips bucked. Her legs spread. Her eyes fluttered shut as a scream tore from her throat, her orgasm erupting like a dam bursting. Her suit tore along the thighs and bust, revealing sweat-slicked skin and swollen curves. Her hair lost its tight twist, tumbling down in dark waves as her face softened into orgasmic bliss.

"Please," she gasped. "Please fuck me--someone--anyone--"

Caspian stepped in front of her.

"No," he said. "Not anyone. This time, I go first."

He unzipped, revealing a cock already hard, throbbing, waiting for this moment. Her eyes locked on it. She whimpered.

"Cum in me," she whispered. "Make it real. I can't--I need it--"

He slid into her in one smooth motion.

Her scream echoed through the lab.

She came instantly, locking around him, begging, sobbing, moaning his name. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body soaked and quivering.

"Yes--yes--fuck--yes--"

Caspian growled as he thrust, deep and slow, gripping her throat as her mouth fell open in pure, glazed submission.

"You're mine now," he said.

She nodded. Desperate. Hungry.

"Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasped. "Forever. Fuck me, claim me, use me--I'm yours."

He came hard, deep inside her, and her orgasm ripped through her again, more powerful than the last.

When it was done, she collapsed in the chair, panting, twitching, covered in sweat and cum.

Caspian zipped up, turned, and opened the vault door.

Sol Sentinel stepped in.

"Well?" he asked.

Caspian gestured to the woman in the chair.

She looked up, lips parted, eyes hazy, body trembling.

"Meet Night Nectar," he said. "Our newest distraction."

Sol blinked. "She was your enemy three hours ago."

"She was confused," Caspian replied. "Now she's focused."

Night Nectar crawled off the chair and onto her knees.

"Do you need me now, Master?" she asked softly, looking between them.

Caspian smiled.

"She'll be very, very useful."

And this time, he was the first.

The rooftop was slick with rain and bathed in crimson light. Sol Sentinel crouched at the ledge, watching the target pace back and forth through the skylight below--Killkiss. Tall. Sharp. All black leather and jagged stilettos. Her voice carried upward: deep, smoky, full of command.

"Third job this month," she said into her earpiece. "You want blood or bodies?"

Down on the street, Velvet Halo leaned into the passenger seat of the transport van, tits bouncing beneath her micro-top as she sucked on a strawberry lollipop. She wasn't wearing a bra. Or underwear. Or modesty.

Night Nectar sat beside her, legs crossed, polishing her thigh-high latex boots with a cloth soaked in cum.

Caspian Rayne stood across from them, arms folded. "You two know what to do."

Night Nectar grinned. "Seduce. Soften. Submit."

Velvet moaned softly and bounced. "Get her to fuck me first?"

"Only if she tries to resist," Caspian murmured, holding up the next vial of serum--EROS-10. "Let's find out what her breaking point is."

The club below the rooftop was private, guarded, decadent. Red neon traced every wall. Killkiss ran it like a fortress--an underground pleasure bar for criminals and contacts.

When Velvet Halo entered the room, everyone turned.

She wore a transparent raincoat over bare skin, her breasts slick with oil, her eyes dreamy and vacant. "I'm looking for... someone strong," she whispered to the bouncer. "Is she here?"

Minutes later, Killkiss was seated in a plush booth, staring down at the moaning blonde crawling onto her lap.

"And who the fuck sent you?"

Velvet sucked on her fingers and humped her thigh. "I just wanted to taste someone dangerous."

Killkiss arched an eyebrow. "You're not even smart enough to be bait."

"Don't need to be smart," Velvet whispered, licking her way up Killkiss's neck. "I just need to be... wet."

Killkiss grabbed her hair. Pulled tight. Velvet gasped.

"You think you can seduce me?" Killkiss spat. "I eat little sluts like you."

That's when Night Nectar arrived.

Latex. Boots. Collar. Eyes glowing softly violet.

She slid into the booth behind Killkiss and wrapped an arm around her neck. "She's just the appetizer," Nectar purred. "I'm the main course."

Killkiss twisted--elbow up, knee ready--then froze.

Nectar pressed her lips to Killkiss's ear. "Don't fight. Just feel."

Velvet was already grinding against Killkiss's thigh. Moaning. Sucking. Losing control on purpose.

Killkiss snarled. "You think sex will stop me?"

Velvet giggled, mouth open. "It always does."

For a moment, Killkiss didn't move. Then her lips curled.

"You want a show?" she whispered. "Then you'll get one."

She shoved Velvet onto the table, fingers already pulling her thighs apart. Velvet gasped as her soaked pussy was exposed to the room. Killkiss climbed onto her, shoved two fingers in deep, and growled.

"Let's see how fast you cum."

Velvet screamed--loud, pornographic, gasping for more.

Behind them, Caspian slipped through the shadows. He pressed the injector to Killkiss's neck.

Click.

The moment the serum hit, everything changed.

Killkiss froze mid-thrust. Her pupils dilated. Her breath caught.

"What... what the fuck is this--"

Her muscles twitched. Her body flushed. Her thighs trembled as if someone had just fingered her soul. Nectar climbed onto her back, whispering, licking, stroking.

"You're going to feel everything," she purred. "And you're going to love it."

Killkiss moaned--actually moaned--for the first time in her life.

"I'm... not... some whore--"

But her voice was failing. Her hips rolled. Her body responded to every whisper, every lick, every movement like she was built for it.

Caspian appeared before her.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Do you want to cum?"

She nodded.

"Then let me be your first."

He unzipped. Her eyes dropped to his cock like a starving animal. She opened her mouth, tongue out, already begging.

He took her slowly. Sliding into her cunt while she came the moment he entered. Her scream was pure, raw need. Velvet held her down. Nectar kissed her. Caspian pumped.

"You belong to me now," he said. "Say it."

"I'm yours," Killkiss sobbed. "Make me yours... make me drip forever--"

He came. Deep. Hard. Filling her with seed.

And she collapsed. Eyes rolling back. Skin flushed.

Her new name echoed in Caspian's mind:

Killkiss is dead. Now she's just Blissbite.