"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Claire?"
In the dim light of the lab, Myrnin's cool fingers were tracing down her throat and goosebumps were forming on her flesh. He was insane, and she needed to gently direct his attention elsewhere so she could get herself out as soon as possible.
"Myrnin," she said shakily, "Please, you have to focus on what's important right now."
"But I am. And what is important now is what's before me, so fresh and young. And pretty, too. Ravishing, really." His eyes were dark and she saw no end to their depths.
"I'm your friend, Myrnin. Claire. I'm here to help you find a cure, remember?"
His hand continued down her collarbone. "Remembrances are for fools," he said, his gaze following the lazy circles he was tracing on her chest just above her shirt's neckline. "I have better things to do than work for Amelie. I don't see why she sent down such a nice-looking girl to help me be productive—your presence is downright distracting. We could be reproductive," he laughed. "If you know what I refer to."
This couldn't be happening. Myrnin had never expressed any... any of this kind of desire for Claire. Her lifeblood... yes, but body no.
"Stop," she said softly, not wanting any sudden action to snap him out of his calm trance before he became entirely unreasonable. Claire put her hand gingerly on top of his and stopped its motion.
"You're so warm," he continued, leaning in to inhale her scent. He took her chin in his fingers and made her look into his eyes and Claire couldn't help but meet them. "So deliciously heated."
Wait— Heated? Like... as in... in heat?
"Myr—"
He closed the space between them in a kiss and suddenly she was being pressed against a bookshelf, his lips crashing against hers with maddening skill. And she could do nothing but respond with just as much enthusiasm because he was incredible. The way his lips worked against hers and the way his mouth tasted coaxed a reply from Claire, and she was very nearly ashamed of it.
Not really, though.
The space between them was suddenly too much and they did the best they could to close that distance by pressing their bodies firmly to one another's. Claire's arms were wrapped around his neck while Myrnin ripped off her top and she did her best to unbutton his white shirt. Myrnin pulled her down from against the bookshelf and pushed her onto the floor. Her shoulder collided roughly with a workbench and the one lit lamp in the room crashed to the cement ground, shrouding the lab in darkness. The clamor went unnoticed by the pair.
Myrnin growled as he pulled off her jeans. Claire undid his trousers easily and he kicked them away, tossing them somewhere into the lab. Claire felt him unhook her bra and pull off her underwear after he did away with his own. A carnally pleased sound escaped the back of his throat.
"You're radiating arousal, little beauty."
"I— You're using compulsion," she accusingly panted.
He laughed. "I certainly am."
And Claire was somehow okay with it, because the only thing she knew was that she wanted him and he wanted her.
His fingers were on her then, stroking her where she yearned to be touched. Myrnin crawled back over her and he kissed her hotly while rubbing quick circles on her sensitive bud of nerves. Claire, possessed by someone who knew what she was doing, reached between them and felt him in her hand. He hissed into her mouth and increased the speed with which he rubbed her and soon she was gasping for air as their lips parted to allow her breath.
Myrnin reached into her, his fingers coating themselves with the liquid she released, exploring her expertly.
"Not a virgin?" he asked, surprised. "You are quite the little minx," he said playfully as she shook her head to his question. "Good for me, though. Less blood involved, and the clean up's much faster."
Those words might have turned Claire on even more than she already was. His fingers curled inside her, causing her intense pleasure as he whispered into her ear.
"And I'll be able to take you with ease."
Okay, those words were definitely pushing her over the edge. Claire was nearing another orgasm and Myrnin knew it, so he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself over her. Myrnin took her hands and pinned them above her head as he pushed into her slowly. A whimper of pain left her lips as he entered her, exhaling sharply as he did so.
"You're incredibly tight," he said, burying himself to the hilt. "How many times have you been bedded, child?"
"Just once," she said through her teeth as he started moving within her.
"Was it that boy of yours? The one you have wrapped around your little finger?"
"No. A party."
"And will my hypothesis be correct if I say that you were under the influence of something then as well?" He began moving faster and Claire felt her heart rate speed up.
She felt stupid when she said, "Yes." Even though she didn't mention that it had been alcohol, she already knew that Myrnin was perfectly aware of this.
He tsked. "How unfortunate for young little Claire. Twice bedded and not once herself. Don't make this a habit, sweet."
With that, he began pounding into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the laboratory as he took her on the floor, and the buildup continued within her. Soon, all she could think about was the feeling of him inside her, and when he began pinching and rolling her nipples in his hand, she couldn't even think about that anymore. Claire screamed as an orgasm coursed through her body, making her tremble and shake. Myrnin rode it out and soon he was coming too.
"You did beautifully, pet," he said, collapsing beside her and stroking her hair. "Much better than I would have expected, anyway. Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"
The compulsion he had used made her honest and she nodded as she said, "Yes."
"Then we mustn't prolong our next adventures." She heard him sit up. "Clean me."
Claire sat up slowly and bit her lip.
"Come, give me your hand."
She did, and he guided it to his organ, slick with their juices. It twitched when he rested her hand on it. Myrnin reached behind her head and brought her lips down to it. She opened her mouth awkwardly and he began moving her. Once Claire got the rhythm of it down, she was doing it herself, her hand rubbing his shaft while her head came down on him.
"That's it, petal," he said though clenched teeth. "Clean me, you filthy harlot."
His words encouraged her effort and soon his hands were tangled in the back of her hair, causing her to go faster and moving up to fuck the back of her throat. Myrnin came again, but his previous orgasm ensured there was not much for her to swallow, so she took back what he gave.
"My turn," he growled.
Claire was suddenly being shoved back onto the floor and Myrnin's hand was on her stomach, keeping her pressed onto the cement. His other hand was spreading her legs and she felt his breath on her wet opening. He blew on it and she moaned.
"When I am through with you," he vowed, "your previous exploitations will be reduced to nothing and I will have you crying to be saved by God." And then he began licking her clitoris savagely, his fingers thrusting into her as she squirmed under his hand.
He alternated between quick little laps to slow movements of his tongue while his fingers maintained a steady speed.
Claire whined in need and that seemed to tip Myrnin over, because he pulled away from her and pushed into her roughly, caving to her wordless plea to be filled. Her leg was lifted over his shoulder and he was able to go further inside her, repeatedly touching a spot that was deep within her. Claire's left shoulder was being pushed against the workbench and the whole thing was shaking with the force of Myrnin's thrusts, but she hardly felt it as pleasure washed through her body. Her walls clenched around him as Myrnin continued pumping into her and he came a moment later.
"You are quite the wanton bawd," he panted, pulling himself out of her. "And I would love to have you in a bed so I could take you a hundred other different ways."
