You Contaminate Love

"You contaminate love" she exclaimed as they finished their love-making session...she smiled as she kindly licked his heart. This was an intriguing human variant she had been tasked to love. She was in her second year.

He thought to himself, "What a formidable opponent I have captured. I have never known a woman to be as intriguing as me." He smiled as he relished silently in his victory.

"Be careful," she warned, "I feel your thoughts." He thought this might be true, but was confident he knew otherwise. He breathed in her scent, remembering every gift he had plundered from intelligent, competent women. He smiled once again, astonished at all the treasure this woman bore. He certainly deserved it all.

Intoxicated from the love-making, he lay down his guard mometarily. "I desire your soul...your love...your free will..." and he turned her over to make love once again.

She also was a hunter, however...and he was the hunted. She had obediently accepted this assignment to study and extract this variant's tactics. She also saught to understand if he possessed the knowledge of her master. Did he know the full context of his role or was he simply lucky?

As he held her in his arms, plunging in and out of her, he asked, "Where do you keep your soul? I have never known anyone with your depth." She knew she had hidden it too deep for even her to retrieve easily. "Why do you ask? You have had my body over and over. You have entered my heart like a thief. Perhaps there is nothing else for me to offer."

She felt his sinister ways ablaze in his chest. He was unaware of his own gifts and she knew he was powerless without possessing this knowledge...but she knew she had to cleverly stroke his intelligence to complete this mission. He was, after all, a damn good lover.

He had disarmed her particularly early, her willingly baring and offering her treasures in order for him to love her. He plundered her as he typically did every woman he encountered...but there was some force, some alchemical amalgamation she possessed that held his interest. He had never known or experienced this life force before. He thought to himself, "She must be my prize for all of this work I have accomplished!"

She continued to read his thoughts. Did he know of the prize? His thoughts communicated familiar language. Was he not a human variant? This knowledge was deeply controlled on many levels.

She had been briefed fully on this particular human variant, not missing any key items provided by her master...but she was doing reconnaissance. Perhaps some parameters had not been identified? She had been taught early on that her master chemically crafted a heart-shaped locket into special souls to perpetuate the goodness of humanity. This known variant had been hunting them down for his own pleasure. It was not communicated he had higher knowledge other than the books he may have luckily stumbled upon. To perpetuate the goodness, he had to be studied to understand how he was able to hunt, as this ability had been eliminated prior to the comatose of society. It was her assignment to understand him and extract knowledge from him.

She opened her legs wider for him to plunge deeper. She grabbed onto him and moaned in great pleasure. She wanted him to have all of her. "Tell me," he pleaded as he worked harder and harder to please her, "Tell me the knowledge you possess." She was breathing quite hard, "Tell me yours," she whispered.

Nobody had ever asked.

He finished and pulled her into his chest. Her head could hear his heart racing - likely partly from the love-making, partly from the stories he was about to tell. This excited him to no end! He was happy to verbally breathe life into his conquests. He stroked her hair as her womanly-passion throbbed between her legs. She knew they were done for the evening, but she always wanted more.

Salaciously, his stories begun..."I am delighted to share my collection of heart-shaped lockets with you..." She did not wince, although she knew this language, she also could not give any clues away that she did. She logged every word he said for upload tomorrow morning. He was more than willing to boast. She was then convinced he had no knowledge of her master's plan.

When he was finished talking, she offered to get up to get him a glass of ice water. She always did that. They shared the water, then fell asleep satisfied.

He was sure this tactic would be so disarming she would tell him everything during their next love-making session. He awoke the next morning with a smile on his face - another battle won! He was yet again victorious in capturing another woman's life force. This woman, however, proved different, so he was especially proud of himself. He smiled and rubbed his cock.

She arose from the bed due to his movement. She hugged him, got up, and went to the bathroom to download the information. She depressed the sensor at the base of her skull and began to download last night's conversation. She felt as if she was being watched. She looked over to ensure she had shut the door and he was standing there. She saw his beautiful blue eyes wonder in amazement at what she was doing.

Her thoughts then were intercepted. This had never happened to her before. She began to panic. She continued to look at him. His amazement turned sinister. Perhaps she had been captured.