Risen update

So as Max came down from sating his appetite, he slipped his tongue from her sex and moved his lips to her clit. He started sucking. As he’d expected, Max’s arousal came back full force, her pussy even hotter than before against his chin.

“Yessss, suck me!” Max trilled.

Logan wasn’t the first guy who’d been willing to put in time down under for a shot at her bod, but he was definitely the best at it, a man who appreciated pussy just for what it was. As much as she wanted to feel his cock—and as much as she was sure he wanted her to feel it too—she never wanted to stop feeling his lips and mouth and tongue either. Her legs stayed draped over his broad shoulders, her cunt opened wide, soaking in the excess vibrations coming off her sensitive clit as he crushed it between his lips, sucked it noisily.

Throbbing like mad, her clit swelled inside his mouth. Max recognized how sensitive it was, close to explosion. If she were alone, touching herself, she could’ve gotten off in less than a minute. She had no idea what would happen now as she kept responding to Logan’s sucking lips.

“More!” she keened. “Ohhhh, YES, I’m gonna give it to you, Logan, AAHHHH!”

She fed him with floods of her warm cream and Logan swallowed them all the way through her violent climax. But she’d barely even begun her afterglow before she exerted her superior muscle and flipped their places, knocking him on his back. Straddling Logan, she looked down at how magnificently swollen his cock was, towering over his hairy belly. She licked her lips studying it.

“Yeah,” she cooed, dropping down to it.

Then she was sliding her wet lips over him, taking the thick, veiny shaft into her mouth. Logan shuddered with excitement, feeling his cock being sheathed in her steamy lips. She got down half of his girthy erection before his bellend hit her throat—then, rather than swallow him, she took the rest of his length in her hand and pumped it. Raking her hand back and forth as she drew her cheeks in to suck.

“Unnhh, Max, Jesus!” Logan groaned.

Logan didn’t know if this had become some weird kind of competition, Max getting back at him or thanking him for going down on her, but he didn’t mind Max being in the driver’s seat. He lay there moaning, his hands folded behind his head, watching Max work her splayed lips up and down his cock.

“Mmmm—MMM,” she moaned, her sweet breasts swaying under her, the stiff nipples grazing Logan’s thighs.

Logan couldn’t stay relaxed for long. Max’s beauty, her enthusiasm, they demanded too much of a response for him to just lie there and take it. His arousal overpowered him. He grabbed Max’s head and started taking advantage of his newly working hips to pump up into her mouth, fucking Max’s face. Her hoarse moans told him she liked it, her glowing eyes flicking up to him. He could tell that the sooner she got his cum, the better, as far as Max was concerned.

She didn’t have to wait long. Grunting and sighing, Logan worked his cock ever faster over Max’s slippery tongue, until his balls couldn’t take anymore. They clenched, sending his cum rushing through his length. He kept pumping her mouth while his flaring glanshole pumped it with a seemingly endless series of boiling ejaculations. Max moaned with excitement as she let herself be used, over and over again, as a receptacle for his cum.

“Take it, Max—UNNHHH!” Logan groaned. Max’s throat muscles were straining, pulling at his cockhead as she devoured his heated blasts. She milked him dry, not letting him go until his balls were half their original, bloated size, and once he’d slipped from her mouth, Max licked her lips to make sure she’d had every last drop of his delicious seed.

Logan’s lips formed a mischievous grin. “That was great, Max. Maybe on our next date, we can get to fourth base.”

Max put her hands on his shoulders, resting her weight on them to force him down onto his back. “You’re not getting out of bed without fucking me, bud.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s a guarantee,” Max said.

She scooted down, kneeling between Logan’s legs, and went for his prick. She stuffed it back into her mouth and sucked, Logan groaning as her skill became evident. He was no stranger to beautiful women doing him close personal favors—between his good looks, outgoing personality, and yeah, rich family, girls came easy to him, if not a long-lasting relationship.

But Max blew them all away. He didn’t know if she was all that experienced or something in her rewired genetics made her especially attuned to a man, letting her know just how to suck him off. Logan didn’t care, either. It didn’t really matter. Not as long as she didn’t stop.

“Ahhhh, fuck, Max, your mouth—“ he sighed.

Max said nothing, naturally, just giving him a wink as she continued to roll her lips unstoppably up and down his length. Her pumping fist and sucking mouth were perfectly coordinated in working Logan back to hardness, so eager, so hot that he could barely believe it. Surely, anyone who looked like Max could have any man she wanted, but she was acting like she’d just gotten out of prison.

Ironically enough, those were Max’s thoughts as well. Finally being with Logan felt like she’d been let out of a cage, freed to express all the feelings she’d been trying to ignore or shut down. She’d never felt less like some genetically engineered killing machine, some child soldier with a body count for a sweet sixteen. No, she was young, she was a woman, and she had a man to enjoy.

Max sucked ravenously, her mouth proudly audible on Logan’s erection. She was dying to get it into her famished cunt, but first, she wanted him as big as he had been before. And Logan cooperated magnificently, his cock swelling and stiffening until it was as hard as granite. Max pulled her mouth off of his erection and admired her handiwork.

“You might not wanna throw away your wheelchair just yet,” she teased.

“Because you’re gonna fuck the feeling right back out of my legs?”

“No,” Max retorted. “Because you need a nice set of wheels to go with this kickstand of yours.”

Logan swatted at her for the joke, but with her Manticore-given speed, it was an easy matter for Max to jerk back and avoid the smack upside the head she so richly deserved. She flashed a grin at him, then leaned in at warp speed to kiss his stopped hand before darting back.

“You’ll have to be quicker than that,” she teased.

“I thought you liked things slow.”

“I thought you wanted to go fast.”

“I want to go fast for a long, long time.”

“Then speed up,” Max advised him, and jumped off the bed, bare feet smacking across the hardwood floor.

The lights had already automatically shut off in the rest of Logan’s apartment—a necessity, even for the rich, in post-Pulse Seattle—but Max had long since memorized the entire floor plan. Not to mention, she could see in the dark a lot better than he could. Case in point: a moment after she’d launched herself out of the bedroom to hide in the shadows, she saw Logan chasing after her. He hadn’t bothered to dress and Max resolved to keep an eye on him. Just to make sure he didn’t trip on anything in the dark.

“Come back here, Max,” he called. “I can give you a spanking just as easily as I can give you my dick.”

“Promises, promises,” Max taunted as she slipped into the other room.

Logan ran after her voice, quickly coming to feel like he’d been wrapped in black velvet. The blackness was thick in his completely unlit apartment. He hadn’t drawn the curtains before their romantic interlude, so instead of the spectral white lace lit up by the moonlight, the nearly floor-to-ceiling windows looked out at the darkened city, barely any lights or traffic anywhere. A far cry from the night life he remembered as a boy. Still, adulthood had brought him Max. That almost made all the horrors and injustices of post-Pulse America worth it.

Logan groped around for a few seconds as he made his way along Max’s trail. He’d lived in this apartment for a long time and being in a wheelchair had cured him of any fratboy tendencies to leave clutter lying around, but he was still unused to getting around on two feet. It was a real relief when his eyes adjusted to the lacking light and let him see dim outlines instead of nothingness.

Max’s bronze tan didn’t exactly gleam in the dark, but her luscious black hair showed off plenty. It drank the moonlight up like milk through a straw, shining in every lock of hair. Logan crept toward her, only to realize she had her back to him when Max turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder with those glittering eyes, her toothy smile equally bright.

“What’s the big idea, Max?”

“I thought you’d appreciate a chance to stretch your legs.”

“I think I’ve overexerted myself. I need to lie down. I could probably use some help,” Logan deadpanned.

“You really think you can just get me to do what you want me to do?” she teased him. “When has that ever happened? You’ll have to do what you always do, Logan.”

She gave her ass a hard slap, the reverberation of the blow rolling out like a shockwave, ample proof—as if the sight of her bare ass wasn’t enough alone—that underneath the creamy skin, her butt was all toned muscle.

“Kiss my ass!”

“That’s one thing I could do to it…”

He dropped in a crouch, coiling his legs, then lunging for her, his hands reaching out for her long, supple legs. Max waited until the last possible second, then slipped away—all Logan managed to do was caress her ass in passing before she twisted away.

Max shivered, her pert ass burning where his hand had so gently brushed her. She felt that impact a lot more keenly than she had her own Manticore-enhanced spank. And the thrill was indescribable. She wouldn’t have ever thought being chased around naked would be a turn-on—way too close to some childhood memories—but if Logan weren’t coming after her, she’d be chasing him. And she’d be moving a lot faster.

Maybe it was the cat DNA, but she liked to play with her food. In fact, it definitely was. So many of her sexual encounters happened when she was in heat that now, with that not a factor, she wanted to take her time, really feel every moment of it.

Logan had been right about her; she did want to take things slow, at least comparatively. The boy was pretty insightful, considering his subject was an animal-human hybrid, raised from birth to be a soldier, and a girl besides.

“You giving me a spanking, Logan? Because if that was supposed to be a spanking, you should know I’ve been a lot naughtier than that,” Max cried, running from the room, her breasts heaving up and down with each naked step. It was quite a sight—a shame the full effect was lost on Logan, between his lacking nightvision and the fact that he wasn’t likely to get in front of her anytime soon.

But it wasn’t just the jiggling. The exertion had her breathing heavily. Or at least, she was breathing heavily and she’d been exerting herself—a little. Max couldn’t figure it out. The exercise was mild compared to what she was used to. It seemed like what was really getting to her was sexual excitement, making her breath come in hurried gasps like Logan was fucking her already. And no expenditure of energy could have her nipples stiffening like they were, her breasts feeling as swollen as overripe melons.

Inside the kitchen, she rested against the cool granite counter by the oven, it offering a nice change of pace for her heated, sweaty skin. Her cunt was throbbing, her clit aching already. Being pursued by Logan was an entirely different kind of arousal from any foreplay she’d been able to drag out of a guy before. She liked it a lot, considering she couldn’t wait for it to be over.

Logan called to her from the next room: “If you think I should punish you more severely, I’d be all for that.” Then she heard his voice come through the open doorway. “You wouldn’t happen to have seen a riding crop lying around, would you?”

Max’s heart was pumping away wildly. She knew this feeling, almost. It was a prey feeling, and she was more used to being the hunter, but this felt infinitely more exhilarating. It being a game didn’t diminish the intensity of her excitement any, because the stakes they were playing for were so high. Even in a life or death struggle, she had no shortage of willpower—she’d go to her grave defiant. Here, though, she could feel herself giving in as they toyed with each other. And every little morsel of power she ceded to him was thrilling.

“Why don’t you give your ass another slap, Max? Show me how you like having it done.” Max would love to know what Eyes Only’s attentive listeners would think of his silky voice whispering sweet nothings like that instead of going on tirades against the criminals and the corrupt. “Because what I’d like to do is tan your hide a nice bright red. Like a fire hydrant. You like fire hydrants, Max?”

“That’s dogs, not cats. I thought you fearless journalists took better notes than that.”

Despite her banter, Max felt a thrill of anticipation run through her. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to spank her—and she’d like to see him try.

Listening keenly, Max heard clothes fluttering to the ground in the dining room. She hadn’t remembered Logan having any clothes on after they’d first stripped down, but then, she’d had a lot on her mind. And so, turning away from the dining room, she ran out of the kitchen into the front room—and directly into Logan’s arms.

“Hey there.”

Max gaped at him. “I heard you taking off your clothes in the other room!”

“Took some from the laundry and threw them over there.”

Max had many sterling qualities, but even she wouldn’t claim to be graceful in defeat. “Cheating bastard.” But then, it wasn’t like Lydecker had given her the kind of childhood where she ended a soccer match by saying ‘good game’ to the other team.

Logan came up with his own insult: “Girl who’s about to get fucked.”

Max writhed and tried to free herself. It was impossible. Logan was too strong for her. Struggling, Max felt his hard, hot erection, fully engorged, ready to fuck her, and Max ready to yield to him. More than ready.

But what Lydecker hadgiven her was a little voice in her head that she couldn’t ignore, even at a time like this.

“Logan?”

“Max,” he husked, his aroused voice a baritone that rumbled right into the pleasure center of her mind.

“How in the hell are you overpowering me?”

Logan scowled in a familiar, thoughtful face. “Because you’re letting me.”

“No. Look.” Grasping his hand, she exerted herself by steady degrees—worried she might break the appendage off if she used her full strength. But it made no difference. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pry his grip loose. Either she was weak as a kitten or he… “Logan, turn around.”

“Max,” he said again, now sounding plaintive.

“Just do it,” Max ordered, and when Logan did, she saw on the back of his neck the black barcode starting to form on his pale skin, like ink showing through wet paper. The genetic brand stamped on Max’s DNA. And now, on Logan’s.

Her blood had done a lot more than heal him. It had made him an X5.