Halcyon Ch. 01

The Halcyon Project

Chapter One

Sterile white walls. Beds in the hallway. Twenty of them. Tied down. Leather straps across arms. Across Chest. His head was on fire. Thunder roared through his temples. Thunder roared through the room. Every footstep in the distance was an avalanche of sound. Every crack of her high heels was a knife through the foundations of the world, the whiplash of it resonated in his soul. He would have thrown himself around, burst loose from his shackles, and ran to her, taken her in his arms, just to make the noise stop, just to understand why she had done this to him. She looked down into his soul. Her eyes were green. They glowed like neon. His mind burned. Particles shot around between the two of them, electrons, photons, the infinitesimal massless building blocks of reality struck every nanometre of his skin. Each flake of skin, each cell in his body, the rush of blood, the movement of organs, the chemicals flooding through his brain. He threw up. He fell into the deep sleep of the dead.

Sam woke on a gurney.

The morgue was an oppressive grey, empty save for him. He looked to the walls full of metal door, some of them with tags on. There was a tag on his big toe. Clumsily he sat up and tried to move off of the gurney. He fell to his knees and had to use a metal guard rail to pull himself up.

Bleary eyed he walked over to a door. It was a frame of cold steel with glass panes that showed a white staircase just outside. He looked around but there was no handle, only a pad for an electronic key. He ran his fingers over it, just to feel something real, something to ground him in this dream he was walking through. A subtle shock ran across Sam's fingertips and he let out a little yelp.

The door opened.

"Fucking weird."

He stepped out awkwardly into the hallway. His feet dragged a bit, like they belonged to someone else and he was only now becoming used to them. His fingers felt oddly numb and there was an ache in his lower back.

"Where the fuck am I?"

He made for the stairs. On the wall there were words printed in big block letters but looking at them made his eyes blurry, his head began to ache. He climbed, one hand on the bannister the other rubbing his temple.

It was quiet on the second floor. Or would it be the ground floor, he wondered? He had woken in what was clearly a morgue, if it looked like a morgue, quacked like a morgue, then it was probably a morgue. Definitely not a place one imagines they'll wake up in, certainly strange to wake without a memory of how he got there.

I don't remember dying, he thought to himself. And then, aloud, "Wait- I don't remember how I got here."

He opened a door from the stairwell into what appeared to be a nondescript hallway within a hospital.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

He wandered along the hallway, shoulder against the wall for balance as he dragged his legs. There were those words again. On the walls. They must have been large block capital letters at the top and beneath them some kind of motto.

XXXXXXX

XXXX XXXX XXXX

The longer he looked at the wall the more an ache began to spread behind his eyes. Tears formed. He thought he could hear tinnitus building. All in all he must have looked at it for less than five seconds but by that sixth second mark it had become excruciating. Sam tried to turn away and fell. He hit his shoulder badly in the fall. Pain radiated down.

"Hello! Is there anyone! Where are you! I think I'm hurt!"

There was no movement, the silence was the only answer to his cries.

"Alright, Sam. Something fucked is going on and we are leaving."

There were empty beds in the hallways with leather straps left open and hanging down beneath to wrap around the metal frames and lay against the wheels. They seemed a familiar sight but he wasn't sure why. He passed open hospital room after open hospital room. The place was too unnerving. Bright white fluorescent lights left everything looking too solid, without many shadows, so that it was all too clean, too new, too real. An artificial clarity of place spread down from soulless artificial lighting. He had never been in this hospital before, he knew the big one out in Heron County and some of the smaller emergency rooms at the edges of Salazar, but this place was alien to him. It seemed too big he had never heard of it, and far too big to have no staff at all.

He made his way slowly to a reception area. Three large oblong desks met up to form a U shape, with multiple computers and phones on them and a dead TV screen above. One of the phones was hanging off of the receiver and had fallen to dangle on its cord over the side of the desk. It let out a constant tone, a repeated beeping, one that for some reason seemed to burn at Sam's brain. He felt hot and flushed.

He turned towards the glass doors with their metal handrail and pushed. Locked again.

Damn it.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Maybe there's a button to open the door behind that desk. The thought came to him immediately and he almost didn't recognise it.

He stumbled over and around the desk. A chair had fallen over, one of the wheels snapped off.

Sam searched around the desk. Loose papers it hurt to try to read, dead computers one of which had had the screen caved in by something that had hit it at speed, wires pulled and torn and frayed littered around underneath the desk, a pair of scissors stabbed into the smooth floor jutted out with nary a mark or scratch on the ground around them, but no button. He traced his fingers across the tabletop and felt a strange smoothness radiate up his arms.

We should look in some of the rooms, Sam thought. The thought counselled him. He felt as if he should be anxious or even afraid to wake up below and walk around here in total silence but there was nothing. He had always been an anxious child, even an anxious teen, but then, in that moment, he felt a near unflappable calm. He pressed his hand against his chest to see if he could feel his heart beat. It was slow. Steady. Strong. Stronger than he had remembered.

That was it. Remembered. He was Sam Townsend, nineteen years old. He was a student at Iroqouis State University, city of Salazar and he had -- a terrible headache came over him. Too much, he was remembering too much too fast.

"How can someone remember too much too fast?" He thought aloud.

Like that, the thought came to him. You just did. Now, think slower. Think less. Think that you should investigate the rooms around you.

Like water running a stone smooth so too did waves of tension leave his back. He moved to check the rooms. All empty save one. There was a person in a bed, under a sheet.

We shouldn't disturb them.

"Why not? They may know what's going on."

It would be rude.

And that was that. Sam moved around the hallway until he found a small janitors closet. Inside, dangling from a small nail hammered into the wall, was an electronic key.

"There we go."

He took it and hobbled back the long way around the hallway.

"Am I sure I shouldn't wake them?"

No, you aren't sure. Wake them.

This thought rolled awkwardly. Sam hobbled back into the hospital room. He had expected to see one of those heart monitors he had seen on TV. Ah, he remembered TV. But there was no monitor, nor any medical items or objects, only the bed and the person under the sheet. Which was fine. He wouldn't have known what to do with anything else.

Sam shook her shoulder, and he could see it was a her from the way the sheet rolled back. Ginger curls lay gently against a tanned, freckled shoulder. He pulled the sheet back further. She was beautiful. She breathed quietly through a small nose, her plump lips slightly ajar in her sleep. Her eyes were closed but seemed to almost flutter slightly as the sheet was taken away. Her chest, with breasts a little small on her frame, rose and fell regularly. Sam was filled with an immediate burst of lust, tempered by a sudden sad and lonely longing. He felt as if he could paint this scene with him as prince charming and her as his sleeping beauty, that they would be resplendent together. It was a sudden thought and he chased it away, it felt crass to look at her like that in such a strange setting as this. She was a human being, not made to be some object of desire or lust, but her own person. One who needed help. There was an acute sense of nostalgia that ran through him. Like joy built from the blocks of years. He pulled the sheet back over her breasts and placed his arms under her neck and thighs.

He had no difficulty lifting her, she felt almost unnaturally light. Again he remembered himself being weak, being thin, even if he remembered little else. He pulled her against his chest and turned. He found his legs broached no complaint about this manoeuvre, their strength seemingly restored with new found purpose. His arms felt an ache, not from her weight, but within, as if they were beginning to mould themselves out of steel.

He carried her through the reception and towards the exit. He tried not to think of how close his hand was to her ass, of how soft her tanned thighs felt, of the comfortable weight of her. He loosened the janitor's key in his right hand until it hung low beneath her back. Her breath fell gently against his neck, it almost sent shakes through him. He passed the key over the black rectangular lock and heard the doors click. He gave one a push with his foot, his leg felt unmovable now, and stepped out into the quiet of night.

Behind him he saw the complex in full. The building he had been in was a tall concrete tower block with what must have been almost a hundred windows, all blacked out. There was no light to be seen above the ground floor. In the distant darkness behind the building he could see a forest stretch out illuminated only by pale moonlight, knowable only by the stark shape the trees cast as they rolled out forever.

"I have no idea where we are." He looked down to her. She stirred, gently, and nuzzled into his chest. Her fingers wrapped into the sheet. It was only then he noticed he had no shirt or shoes, only a pair of grey sweatpants. He worried about feeling a cold or chill wind but the night air felt alive with the promise of heat. It must have been late spring.

There were a few cars parked outside the hospital. One of them, a sedan, had its doors left open and was quietly running with its lights on. The light, even facing away from them as it was, almost blinded Sam for a second. The girl he carried groaned uncomfortably. He carried her over and put her in the passenger seat. He walked behind the car, where its red tail-lights sparked another headache, and climbed into the driver's seat.

"I don't know how to drive." He said aloud to himself, inspecting the dashboard and wheel, its faux leather bristled at his touch. "I don't assume you know how?" He asked the sleeping girl. She smiled gently and nuzzled into the faux leather seat, its soft tan brown complimented her skin, the sheet fell again below her breast. Sam could not help but look. They were perky with cute little nipples, a dark shade of pink from the tanning, one was pierced with a silver studded barbell. He looked away as she slept on.

"I can work it out." He said, and knew it was true with a certainty that almost didn't surprise him. He had seen it done so many times, surely he could do it as well. On this strange, dreamlike night nothing seemed impossible. Nothing that he set his mind to.

He drove.

Every movement seemed almost like muscle memory, until the car became an extension of himself. A steel body he was piloting as effortlessly as someone might walk across a room. Sam had no idea he could do this and yet, he knew instinctively.

"What the fuck happened to me?"

The tanned girl did not answer. She slept on, her long ginger hair curling across her beautiful neck back down to those perky breasts. She was thin, athletic, but with a hint of strong muscle underneath the skin. A cheerleader, perhaps. He was nineteen, she looked to be eighteen or nineteen, perhaps they knew each other.

"It would explain why we were both here. Maybe we came here together?"

She let out a quiet little snore. It struck Sam as the cutest thing he had heard in his twenty minute long life.

They drove past a sign which again had those damn letters with the smaller words beneath. They were written in a gold coloured steel ring around a marble egg, some piece of modern art for a sign.

"Whoever owns that hospital has real money to burn on something like that. Hey, are you gonna wake up and talk to me?"

She smiled her sleepy little smile, her eyes not opening once, and rolled over so that her body was facing away. She still hadn't woke, not for a second. Sam looked down at her and saw her ass for the first time. It was heart shaped. Plump and round and so clearly full of muscle. He couldn't help but think of her then. He shook his head and looked back to the road.

They drove on for ten minutes down a straight, asphalt road, until they reached a small building that seemed to have once been a guard post. Something had happened to it. The building looked like a boulder had been thrown straight through, breaking a massive hole that left jagged metal and broken glass spread everywhere. The bollards that had been set in the road had been ripped out with what must have been an impossible force and thrown into trees which had snapped at their base and crashed all around. No mere gust of wind could have done this. They must have slept through a hurricane.

"Maybe that's why I was down in that morgue. It was a basement, if there was a tornado warning that would have been the safest place for me. Maybe they were going to get you out with a bunch of the others when they evacuated but they ran out of time? Or room? Or- no, even that doesn't make sense because why not move you down as well? Why the empty cars?" Sam sighed, "I don't know. None of this makes any sense."

She let out a quiet noise, one Sam couldn't quite parse.

"I mean, what kind of doctors just abandon people? And if they gave you something to make you sleep why didn't they take better care of you? It just doesn't add up."

Sam looked away from the wreckage and back to the sign around the modern art egg. The words hurt less to look at now, barely visible in the dark, but he still could not make them out. His vision blurred. Like a dead zone in the world. He turned back and drove on.

He drove down the asphalt until they arrived at a giant steel fence. The fence seemed to run the length of the compound, out into the vast dark night.

"Stay here." Sam said, and exited the car leaving his door open. She groaned cutely and curled up, from outside the car he watched as the sheet fell from her body. If he could remember anything from the night before, the week before, his life before, he didn't think any moment could compare. Something about her, not simply her body, but her presence. He must have known her, Sam figured. He turned away to look at the gate.

A simple pull and it rolled open. He turned back and saw the man stood that had behind him, haloed by the car's headlights. A headache erupted from the brightness and both of them stood there, heads in their hands. The man was tall, well muscled, and naked. Sam saw the stranger's cock thick and long between his legs then looked up into his eyes, which peeked out behind hands that tried in vain to protect the stranger from the nauseating beams.

"You shouldn't be here." He said.

"Who are you?"

The stranger grunted and looked away, into the car where the tanned girl was rousing.

"You should be dead. You were dead."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Sam said. He was worried about the girl. A crazy muscled nudist was not someone he wanted to provoke, not on that strange night.

"This," the stranger flexed his forearms which were dense with roped muscles, it looked like they could bend girders with no difficulty, like he had walked out of a superhero movie. "This is their work. On us. They killed you. I saw. It... motivated me. You can't be here, standing... here. You have to be dead. Its the only way anything makes sense." The stranger howled and threw his head into his hands. "Nothing makes sense any more!"

"Look," Sam put his hands up to try and relax the man. "We can talk about this, right? You know what happened here? What was it? A tornado?"

The stranger laughed.

"You could call me a tornado. They made me a mother fucking human typhoon-" He was cut short as the tanned girl drove the car over him. He crumpled immediately with a scream as rubber and steel obliterated his body. The car bounced twice over him.

"Get in." She said. Sam climbed into the passenger seat and she drove off, her long muscled leg led into beautiful feet with dainty toes all of which pressed deep onto the accelerator.

"Who was that?"

"I've no idea," She said. She looked at him and her eyes were a piercing electric blue. "But he seemed like he wanted to hurt you. He was fucking huge."

"Yeah," Sam said and looked out the rear view where he could see the dark shadow of the man's form like a small bump in the road lost in the night move slightly and then he was gone and the two of them pulled onto a main road that looked down into a valley. "I think he's still alive, thank God. I mean. I don't think he'll live very long, you hit him really hard. We should call an ambulance."

"How? With what phone?" Her knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel and her eyes held the weight of shock. "Do you have one?"

"No. No." He said.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"I don't know. I woke up in a morgue."

"A morgue?"

"Yeah, I don't know, and then I found you and thought we should get out of there."

"Well what is there? Why was I asleep? Where are we?"

"I have no idea." He sighed. "I don't remember anything before I woke up."

"Me neither." She said. He looked out over the valley, dense and full of trees. They were on a mountain and they were heading down. In the distance he saw lights.

They drove for seventy miles, until the car ran out of gas, and didn't see anyone pass. Not a car, not a bus, not a small town. From the position of the moon it must have been close to two AM. They spoke until the car sputtered and died, all the little things they could remember, what the interior of the building had looked like, how many rooms, how many beds, how it smelled, how the absence felt to him in the moment, what little they both remembered aside, she interrogated him on it all. Any little thing could tell them everything, she said.

"Townsend. Iroqouis State. That's near New York right? I think I go there too."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I can remember taking some classes, it feels recent. The smell of the cafeteria. The hallways. Yeah. Yeah, I remember. Our team is the badgers, right?"

"Yeah! It is." The memory struck him immediately. A chorus of cheers whenever the ball was thrown, the euphoria of touchdowns, the blue and brown jerseys, the big badger mascot. He remembered that mascot especially. "Go badgers I guess."

They smiled together to have unlocked a piece of themselves. She had an easy, natural smile, her white teeth shone out and her eyes creased at the sides. Sam felt that strange twinge of nostalgia in his heart seeing that smile. He became acutely aware of her nakedness.

"Jessica."

"What?"

"That's my name. Jessica. I can feel it now. Took about an hour but its come back. The rest will as well. I'm nineteen and I'm a student at Iroquois, studying... something. I'll remember in time."

"Huh, well its a pleasure to meet you Jessica."

"Yeah," she smiled, "though I feel like I know you, you know. Like we've met before."

"I do too!" Sam shocked himself with how loudly he responded. "I mean, I've felt like I've known you for a long time."

"Yeah." She pulled the car slowly to the side of the road as the engine spluttered and died. "Wanna fuck?"

His heart caught in his throat.

"What?"

"I'm on edge, man. My adrenaline is pumping hard and I need to do something about it, you know? Like, I woke up an hour ago, ran over some psycho, I've been kidnapped by some lunatics and I've got no memories. They probably experimented on us, or something fucked up. This whole night has been insane and I want to feel something real. And you seem a good guy. I feel safe with you. I feel, comfortable you know. Maybe we've dated, maybe we are dating. Maybe I just want something I can control? So I ask you again, big boy, you wanna fuck?"

He swallowed, then nodded.

"Good. Is this your first time?" she asked.

"I don't know. I don't think so?"

"Yeah, me neither." She grinned and let the sheet fall away and his eyes walked down over her ridiculous body. It seemed like all the blood rushed from his brain and straight into his cock. It was powerfully tenting against those grey sweatpants. "Show me." He pulled the hem of them down and his cock smacked out against his belly with a speed and furiosity that stunned them both. "Damn, cowboy, you're really packing there."

He didn't have memories of what his cock was supposed to look like but he was sure it wouldn't have been so big, so thick. It was like he had a baseball bat down there.

"Looks like someone's happy to see me." She leaned back against the door of the car and slowly reached out with her beautiful legs. Her cute toes rubbed so gently, so slowly, across his cockflesh. One foot against his shaft, the toes of another playing with his head. "Oh but you're a stallion, aren't you?" He moaned. He tried to keep it in, keep it quiet, but couldn't. A wave of embarrassment ran through him.

"You're so red!" Jessica giggled, her tan foot rolled softly against him with a tenderness and skill that astounded him. "Don't hold those moans back. Don't you fucking dare." The heel of her foot caressed his balls, the toes of the other began to shine in the car with the wetness of his precum. "Moan away, big boy. You're so fucking cute."

Sam grabbed the back of his seat, he felt the muscles in his neck tense.

"Seeing you like this is such a turn on. Maybe I've got a thing for cute boys with curly hair moaning for me. You going to moan for me?" He did. "Good boy."

She held the word good in her mouth, stretching it for a few seconds, he felt like jelly melting in the palm of her hands.

"Oh I wish I could keep doing this for hours now, baby boy, but I think I want a little more personal tending to." Both of her feet worked in tandem to jack him off. One rolling asynchronously to the other, occasionally her pretty tanned toes would lift and roll his balls, playing with them as she smirked, only to slide smoothly back up to caress everything.

"It wouldn't be fair if you had all the fun, now would it?"

She took her feet from his cock which was painfully erect and raised them to sit on his shoulders. Jessica opened her legs slightly and gave him a glimpse of the glistening pussy between. The pinkest pink he had ever seen.

"Now get to work."

She pulled his head down with her ankles. Her strength surprised him. It seemed everything was surprising him tonight.

His tongue flicked out to meet with her clit, cutely hidden under its little hood. He rolled his tongue around and around as she smiled down until he reached a rhythm that brought out a sigh, then more sighs, then a moan.

Jessica seemed to recline luxuriously into his ministrations. It was a determined roll of the tongue on the underside of her clit that seemed to reach her best, with a moderate amount of strength applied. She tightened her soft thighs against his ears and pulled his face even further into her body. He drank deeply the smell of her, the taste of her was like wine to Sam. He felt intoxicated by her body and by her form, his hands grabbed tightly at her hips and pulled himself against her with even more effort, his tongue running the length of her pussy, tasting it all as mush as he could before focussing again on her clit. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned.

The contrast of bright pink of her pussy with the tan of her flesh drove him wild, even as he could no longer see it his face buried into her soft tawny bush. He looked up into her eyes as he paused to breathe and her eyes sparkled like the sea. She forced his head down again.

"Back to work cowboy. That's a good boy. Good boy." She sighed, then tightened. "Yes. Yes! There. Lick my fucking pussy like that you fucking beast, you stallion! Eat it like its your final fucking meal!"

Sam moved his hands to her thighs as they were wrapped around his head and committed himself to pleasuring her however best he could. The movements came naturally to him in a way he was sure had certainly never happened before that night, never in his life. Perhaps it was her. The intoxicating taste of Jessica brought out the best in him. Perhaps it was whatever thing had happened earlier. The thing they couldn't remember. He had an image of green eyes shining like neon against a dark night flash through his mind but he chased it away. All he cared about was her. Jessica's pussy had become his world and he would feast until he was sated.

"Yes! Yes! Fucking yes. Right there! You cunt, you fuck, you cute little bastard, right fucking there!" She howled, her legs tightened against him so hard he thought she would crack his skull, then they folded against his shoulders once more, limp but for a moment.

"Holy fucking shit where did you learn that?"

Sam looked up, moving onto his elbows, his neck hurting less than he'd expected. "I don't remember."

They both laughed.

His cock was a dense rod of flesh stuck against his taut belly, harder than it could have ever been before.

"Now, aren't you something?" She smiled down at his massive cock.

"You're so fucking sexy." He said breathlessly.

"I know," She rolled her shoulders in a stretch, swept her hair back from her head, and pushed him strongly back into his seat with one hand on his chest, "but it's sweet of you to say." She lowered her face to his and left a soft kiss on his lips. He reached out and kissed her stronger which she took for a moment then pushed him back. Sam smiled, wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and pulled their lips together again. Their tongues played across each other, rolling together like living things with their own minds. They kissed with a desperate intensity before she moved away, shirking out of his grip and with one hand pushed him down in a way that said not to try kissing her again. There was a casual strength to Jessica, one that said she knew what she wanted and was in complete control.

She blew against his ear, her breath was hot and heavy and to him smelt amazing.

"I'm going to rock your fucking world." She kissed his check, his ear, his earlobe, then ran her tongue up and around his ear in a way that caused shivers through Sam's neck. Then she kissed down his neck, across his clavicle, down his pectorals and down to his belly where his penis towered.

A soft lick on the head of his cock followed, one that sent rumblings through the base of his spine. Round and around she licked his head, she rolled around his foreskin with her tongue, running it underneath the skin and under the frenulum. His glans shone with her spit.

"Fuck you taste amazing." She said, and swallowed the tip of his cock. Her mouth offered a warmer and softer sensation than any Sam had known.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself, big boy. Let me hear some of those sweet moans."

"Oh god," Sam groaned out, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You like that baby?" Her tongue played along the sides of his cock, one of her hands slid across his torso, rubbing his muscular sides and rolling fingers against his abs, while the other hand played with his shaft and balls. Sam nodded.

"Aww you can barely speak. You. Are. So. Damn. Cute." He could hear the smile in her voice. Her mouth closed in and she took half of Sam in and smoothly rolled her tongue along his shaft inside her mouth.

"Fuck. Holy fuck!" Sam grabbed at her shoulder just for something to hold on to. Jessica ran the fingers that had been tracing his chest up, across his pectorals, down his arm and to his hand, taking his fingers in hers. The movement left goosebumps across his flesh. She slurped up and pulled her head off of him to begin kissing his fingers as she pumped his meat with her other hand. His entire body was running hot and he rutted against her hand.

"Poor baby," she kissed along his arm, "you miss my mouth that bad?"

Sam almost mewled as he nodded.

"Hmmm," She smiled maliciously, "well if you ask me nicely I might consider giving your big. Fat. Heavy. Beautiful. Tasty. Cock another kiss." Every word was punctuated by a kiss lower and lower down his chest.

"Please."

"Hmm?"

"Please suck my cock."

"Oh, I can't hear you." She pouted, took her hand off of his meat and put it under her chin, mimicking the pose of The Thinker. "What did you say?"

Sam grabbed her head and pulled it down, slamming it against his raging erection. Jessica sighed contentedly as she kissed around the shaft and head, licking along the glans then down towards the balls which she rolled in her mouth.

Sam couldn't take much more. He tensed up. "Jess!" He threw his head back and howled, "Jess, I'm gonna-!"

He exploded in her mouth in an immense burst but she didn't slow down her head's bobbing, she stroked the base of his cock with a passion as her mouth worked overtime to drain everything his balls could give. Pleasure wracked Sam's body as he threw his arms out to grab at the car ceiling, the seat next to him, her tight ass which he pulled at with a fervour, anything. It felt like every synapse in his brain, every nerve ending in his body, all of it exploded at once in sincere, absolute ecstasy.

He lay his head back.

"Oh god." Sam said. He felt the world ebb away around him as she slowed her sucking. Jessica pulled back, her hair now messy around her face. A glob of his cum sat on her lips and as she pulled away a trail of drool that linked her mouth and his cock over space fell away to rest on his wet meat. Her tongue rolled along her lip and swept the cum into her mouth. It almost looked like she shivered when she swallowed it.

"All clean." She leant forward and licked the drool that she'd left on his flagging cock, then licked up his abs, over his chest and to his mouth where she licked his lips, trading the taste of his cum on his tongue as the kissed again. "You're fucking delicious, dude."

He couldn't be sure but Sam thought he'd never tasted his own cum before, or any cum at all. "Salty." He said.

"Well, doy. Look, I know I said we should fuck but I think I'm a little pooped after that." She ran a strand of her ginger hair back with a finger that had a trace of cum on it.

"Oh, dammit." She brushed the strand of hair until she was sure the cum was gone.

"Going to need a wash now. Look, that was great but I think that's it for the night. We'll pick this up next time."

"Next time?"

"Yeah dude? Lay like that, you'd be crazy to think I'd only want it once. I'm keeping this," she ran her hand over his limp, but still impressively thick dick, "especially as my mouth only made it halfway down. Mamma didn't raise a quitter." She flexed her arms like a wrestler and they both laughed. "I'm gonna want more experience with your big friend, big boy."

He smiled. "Next time. Okay, so what do you think? I can remember the town, I'm pretty sure I live here. I can remember a house, well enough. I think its mine. It can't be far from here, you can crash the night if you want? Pick up some clothes."

"Sounds good. Lets stick to alleyways on the way though, or at least areas without people. My nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds and I don't want any strangers commenting."

"Could I comment?" Sam asked. It felt weirdly dangerous to try and flirt with her seeing how his cock had just been in her mouth.

"You could."

"I fucking love your tits."

"Yeah," Jessica grinned, "You better. Now come on. Let's get a move on."

They walked for miles through the town near Salazar city, in the distance its lights flashed and blinked, a city alive with noise and promise, but here at the edges they were careful. He offered her his pants at first but she had refused, Jessica wasn't cold.

"Besides," she said "I want you to get a good look at this ass. For next time."

He smirked at that.

They climbed in through an open window and lay together in the bed that he knew has his and immediately it all felt right. She felt like home.

***

The side of the van read as "Halcyon. Veni. Vidi. Vici." as it pulled up on the road outside of town.

Four men and three women filed out of the back. Black suits. Sunglasses. Radios.

Then forensics came for the car.

Then she came.

Tight body under a long tight skirt and tight blazer and high heels. Beneath a large black hat that would not look out of place on a runway and above a pair of glasses so artisanal that to a layman that would look expensive, two green eyes stared out, so bright they looked like neon ran through them.

A forensic tech walked over to her and showed her a small sample they had taken from the car. A small amount of cum in a plastic tube.

Specimen eighteen, ma'am.

Then it was dawn and beside the road into town sat the burned out wreck of a sedan.

***

Jessica looked stunning in his clothes, they were tight on her muscled form but all seemed just a bit too small for him. His bones creaked and his joints ached as he got out of bed. Whatever had happened to them it seemed he was taller than he had been just a few days before, more well rounded too. He wasn't sure, based on pictures around his room, that he'd ever seen a gym in his life but looking down now there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. He felt fast. He felt strong. Solid in himself.

"Morning cutie." Jess said, "This looks like a family home. You live with your folks?"

"Must do. I can kind of remember them."

"Tell you what, I feel amazing buuuut I could use a shower. Really wash my hair. You think they'd mind?"

"Nah, I'm sure its fine. Go ahead."

He looked around the room some more, picking up little knick-knacks and things, examining a games console under a flat screen tv, trying to stretch his clothes. Whatever that weird place had did it had definitely changed his body. Radically. He looked at some of his pairs of underwear but saw he would never get them past his thighs which seemed even thicker in the morning than they had the night before. And they definitely wouldn't fit the monster he was hauling between his legs now.

The door opened.

"Oh! I'm sorry Sam I didn't think you'd be undressed." A beautiful blonde woman in her late forties wearing exercise gear had come in holding a washing basket. "You're normally still asleep by now." She looked at his firm, large butt and his powerful thighs before looking away. "Have you been working out?"

"I- Uh, yes. Yes I have, umm... Mom?"

"Well," she was still looking away, "you look very... healthy. Look, I just saw your sister go in the shower, once she's out please do give yourself a wash and throw some clothes on. You reek of sweat."

"Yeah mom, okay I will- Wait, sister?"