Part 8. Rain Rain, Please do Stay
The rain never once had ceased that day. It started before Al met up with Wynnie in the dining room and continued long after their intimate session. Grey clouds remained in the sky as the days passed on. She was requested to stay in Al's room by the man himself, being told that until Spencer came back they could do "engaging activities" with each other. She shrugged, seeing no reason not to agree. The young woman didn't feel like arguing anyhow.
Two days passed by so quickly with him. After their oral play he had left since then...Since yesterday afternoon. Wynnie recalled how he had informed her that their trip was cancelled due to in climate weather and they'd have to reschedule for sometime next week. She didn't quite believe him until going into the solarium, stepping into the beautiful garden with its see-through glass panels, gazing at the raindrops falling down, pitter-pattering against the translucent windows. Apparently the materials used to make each panel were bullet proof and weather resistant. Seemed that Oswell didn't want the solariums to be destroyed no matter what potential disaster may occur.
She found a book about building and designing ships on one of his book shelves, holding the item with one hand and the other balled up into a fist supporting her cheek. The plush lounger she'd chosen felt more than relaxing; it almost invoked the urge to do very naughty things. She however resisted since they had been rather thorough with one another for most of yesterday. Thoughts continued drifting back to that time, along with others, when he made her submit to his desires. She gently placed the book down on her lap rubbing both eyes. She had a quick stretch then sighed deciding it time to do another activity. While walking past a large clock mounted on a pole, she couldn't believe it had been almost two hours she'd read for.
The thought of an orgy crept into mind but she dismissed it just as quickly as it came. Instead she chose to drink more water, guzzling down a full eight ounce glass. She felt relieved since his quarters had been located so far underground that well water was supplied. There was even a fridge in a small kitchen. His room was basically the equivalent of an apartment. The thought of him cooking while wearing an apron caused a brief chuckle as she began stretching, taking deep relaxed breaths. Upon completing this task wondering eyes drifted back to the sophisticated looking clock, reading the time as 3:45.
'Today isn't seeming to end...I wish I could go outside for at least ten minutes. Fresh air would feel amazing right now. It's been almost two weeks since I've been out. Where does the time go?'
Her sight rested on an exotic floral plant that she couldn't quite place. There were actually many plants that looked alien to the girl, causing questions to arise. If only there were an encyclopedia to identify the various types of flowers.
"What I would give to learn about you all..."
She crossed her arms, walking even deeper into the solarium. Something inside told her to avoid going any further but curiosity won over reason. As if her desire had been answered, a pathway led to another plant which had been much larger in size compared to the rest. It seemed rather...masculine in appearance, an enormous deep crimson phallus shaped outer part- it reminded her more of a popsicle without a stick- with candy red flowers trailing all the way up to the ceiling. That flower let alone had to be nearly ten feet in length. Smaller flowering plants were somehow connected to it, vines connecting each one.
She stared in wonder and awe, admiring this strange beauty. Upon closer inspection, the pistols of the smaller three foot flowers were black while the stamens, deep fuchsia. As if her question were also answered, a book laid on a round glass table with another plush bench nearby. She smiled when hurriedly walking over to it, grabbing the book then going to the soft bench to lay back and read. The book was simply titled "Flowers of The Solarium". Before Wynnie sat down she almost thought she'd heard some sort of beating or thumping sound nearby but couldn't tell for certain.
Shrugging, she opened the book, taking note that the first plant mentioned was the one that caught her eye from earlier. Apparently that flower was called a "Rafflesia". She felt fascinated upon learning how each exotic plant could only bloom in the right weather conditions or even grow in a particular type of soil. Whenever she got to page 62 she had dozed off, the sun peaking out from behind the clouds every now and again. This effect paired with light rain acted similar to how a sleeping pill might. On that very page she looked at that same gigantic plant in the book before her now in reality, reading that it was called "Voluptus Rudrum" right before sleep claimed her. Whatever that meant, it sounded enticing.
All the sudden, vines were snaking their way towards her feet, crawling up to the rest of the body, cradling their pleasure source while she slept soundly. It felt so strange seeing herself being carried away while slumbering in a dream. She just hoped this wouldn't turn into a nightmare.
The vines rubbed smooth thighs, arms, neck- caresses soon turning into tightened restraints. Her tempting body remained suspended in mid-air only on display for its new captor. Its outer casing opened suddenly, revealing even more vines from inside, writhing and searching for something more. When the smaller tendrils dispersed, an enormous deep crimson pistol from within was revealed along with copious amounts of what seemed to be water. Vines gingerly removed each piece of clothing as if she could break at any moment almost reminding her of a glass figurine. Very soon Wynnie's body started feeling numb. Neck, wrists, biceps, waist, thighs, ankles, all feeling like they could come apart at any moment...until the organism began rubbing her against "him".
'Is this thing actually moaning right now? I have to be dreaming. Actually, I have to wake up. The sooner this unpleasant scenario ends the better. There's no way this can be real.'
"He" did indeed moan with an insatiable hunger as another inner casing unwrapped itself, revealing a humanoid being. The male looked to be a prime specimen: chiseled, statuesque features, flawless complexion and yet his skin color resembled that same casing almost reminding her of a test subject that had recently been skinned. The very thought caused a violent shiver to occur, shaking her entire body.
The being gave a wicked toothy grin, walking on shaky limbs while approaching his reluctant partner. She grimaced upon feeling his hand gently grope her flushed cheek closing both eyes in response. He forcefully kissed full lips met with no resistance. If she learned anything from the men around her it was that denying any would ensure an even harder life.
"You may think you do not want this but your body tells me otherwise. Your sex tells no lies sweetheart."
His other hand rubbed between voluptuous thighs raising near to her face seconds later with slippery fluid coating his middle and index fingers. He stepped back to give a brief show, making her watch as he coated his member with her own natural lubrication. She didn't care to admit it but this display did heighten arousal, causing an urgent need for release.
"Tell me that you need me inside of you and your torment will cease. We'll both have what we desire."
She felt him rub more than his fingers against her, making small moans come from her this time. She felt more than conflicted since she wanted this to happen in order to feel pleasure but didn't since it went against personal morals. The same words were repeated over and over as unknown hands shook her awake.
"Wait...Wait..."
Once blurry vision refocused on the familiar face sitting beside the perplexed, unsatisfied teenager with hormones racing at the speed of light, she reached out to touch his arms. His hands were gripped around both of her shoulders causing the natural response, somewhat similar to how the vines were positioned in the recent nightmare.
"Wynnie, my darling, are you all right?"
Oswell displayed concern while pulling her into a warm embrace, rubbing a tensed back. This was the last person she expected or wanted to see for that matter. She gently patted him back nodding when he let go.
"Yes...I just had a bad dream."
"Ah, well then, I'm relieved to know that's all it was. However, there is one question which still remains to be answered."
He arched a brow casting an accusatory gaze her way.
"What gave you the impression that I would permit such behavior in my absence?"
Her gaze shifted from his while laying back, feeling more than unable to answer let alone hold that furious stare.
"What do you mean, daddy?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Don't play the role of naive innocence. You are much better than this, Wynnie."
He crossed his arms while she pulled the covers over hers, all the way up to a guilty expression.
"What did you do with Albert in my absence? I certainly understand that it couldn't have had anything to do with an outdoor activity."
"I didn't do anything bad, we just talked and he showed me the solarium."
"For two days?"
He had a dumbfounded look written all over an even more annoyed face getting up shortly thereafter only to pace back and forth near the bed while rubbing his temples. Every single time he did this she knew that he refused to take no for an answer to a question that he required an answer for. He would not stop asking her no matter how long it took to obtain the truth. She swore the man never slept. He didn't sleep nor did he fear anything. Unless she gave him the response he required the night was going to be long, that much she could be certain of.
"That impudent shrew is nowhere to be found nor will he give a simple response. When he returns, I believe punishment a tad more severe than a spanking will be in order. Girl, I'd advise you to be smart about this and not tax my patience any further than it already has been."
"Well, like I said, we didn't do anything bad..."
A hand reached for the bottom of the large floral comforter. If he indeed pulled that all the way down then something else was going to be as well.
"Okay! Fine! We touched each other! It's not as though Marcus and I hadn't done the same thing! What did you think was going to happen after all these years?! It's not my fault that grown men can't control themselves around a teenage girl!"
He let out a frustrated sigh sitting in his original position. He turned to face her and would have spoken if not for the next brash, unexpected response.
"That medicine isn't quite working the way you planned, is it "daddy"?"
He scoffed, willing to play this little petty game. It wasn't one she'd be winning.
"On the contrary my dear, it's working just as we originally intended. You're old enough to breed. Tell me, shall we start now since you think you're already grown enough to engage in that very act?"
He did indeed forcefully pull the covers away but chose to situate himself in between unwilling legs, his hands restraining delicate wrists. She felt far too embarrassed to even muster up the courage in giving a full response, stammering out an answer after a fee seconds.
"Well then, since you already know so much about this matter, show me what you did first."
"N-No. I don't want to. Let me...go."
He leaned in close, nuzzling against her cheek while nipping an ear lobe before stating "If there is one thing that I'm not it's a rapist, nor am I a pedophile. However, upon consent of both parties and if above the age of sixteen, neither of those terms apply since you clearly are past that age. Therefore, I can assure you that when you do give in to me and rest assured, in time you will, there will be no other man of your desire. I'll make your head so dizzy with lust and mouth pregnant with pause that by the time you crave no one other than myself, you'll be begging for me to take you until I have you speaking in tongues."
She felt his firm erection press against her opening, albeit the region remained concealed, causing that same lust from the dream to return.
"Do I really make you this excited? Are you...Don't tell me you're jealous?"
Her deep hazel eyes locked with his frigid stare only to be reduced to a watery, sultry gaze. He yearned to kiss her but he restrained himself until he heard her confirmation.
"What do you want me to do, baby? Just say that one, simple, glorious word and we can be well on our way."
She knew what that look meant. She knew it very well. That glassy eyed expression, hazed over vision, slight parting of lips...He would let her get away with just about anything at this point. Often she'd allow him to dry hump her while both were fully clothed but she wanted to go past that point now. And dare she admit it but she actually wanted him to dominate her. Even so, she still had to maintain some innocence until the day came when full consent was given and a rational decision could be made, just as he had stated time and time again.
"I want you too, baby. Rub that throbbing cock against me, please? I want to feel you threaten to push past my purity...I want that tip of your dick almost penetrating my pussy."
"Oh fuck."
He let out a strained sigh while saying this, running a hand through his tousled black hair. Both of their hands frantically undressed each other as she pulled him close, kissing with fervent passion. He didn't even know where to start. Her body looked more than tempting and he wanted nothing more than to take her here and now but regardless of that incessant urge, the fact still remained, she wasn't ready yet. Despite this, he wanted to make the most of their time now, barely able to resist that pungent aroma of pheromones. The control compound only heightened this desire, causing him to quite literally lose control.
Both of their tongues curled around each other, thrusting in and out of their mouths, both moaning with uncontrolled desire.
"Don't you see my love? Even your own body is responding strongly in acceptance to mine. Tell me honestly, won't you, did this happen with the other two?"
She blushed heavily, shaking her head.
"Isn't that because during the seeding process of the control compound, your sperm first met with my-"
He couldn't help himself when kissing her once more, filling her mouth with sloppy, salivating kisses. As this happened he began fondling both her breasts and entrance while guiding her own hand to his engorged member. It certainly did seem to have a pulse of its own, practically beating as a heart would while in her hand. She grabbed his ass with the other one, then rubbed the swollen organ against her while stroking the tempting flesh. They never once broke their impassioned stare.
"Please daddy..."
He straddled over her, grabbing ahold of her ass while mounting and started to thrust out of control. He let out growls that almost passed for moans as her slippery fluids saturated his groin, making him pant with lust. His head rested in the crook of her shoulder, lips gently sucking and kissing her neck.
Just as she wanted, every now and again he allowed the head of his member to slip inside, making her gasp. She tightened her grip on his back so that it felt firm but not too tight. The last thing she wanted was to ruin the mood. While letting out gentle moans of her own accompanied by animalistic ones of his, he had his release, making certain to emit his fluids only onto her outer extremities. After doing so, he rubbed against her again in order to smear most of his fluids back onto their original source.
He smirked, only waiting for a moments time until grabbing her and placing the unsuspecting girl on top. They were in a 69 position. He smacked her ass hard before saying "Now it's your turn to feel euphoria."
His middle finger began to probe against her g-spot while his tongue and lips focused on pleasing a much smaller feminine erection. She let out moans that were much louder this time, unable to withstand such an immense amount of pleasure all at once. She couldn't help it and thrusted against his mouth, moaning his name again and again as the ecstasy overtook her. At this action his erection grew almost instantly. No words needed to be spoken for her to understand what to do next.
She sucked and stroked his hard cock with one hand while gently playing with his balls with the other one. She did have to take breaks several times since yet again, it took nearly twelve minutes for him to release and only her, mere seconds. When she finished he still wanted more, fingering her clitoris while behind, thrusting against what somehow still remained pure. During this time, he moaned "Did Al or Dr. Marcus make you feel this good, baby?"
That question alone sent her into orgasm even faster if it were possible. Oswell made certain to ask this when he nearly climaxed so as to not make her wait too long. Neither one needed extra time as both panted with him deciding to help her off, pulling the satisfied girl close. She felt a light peck on the cheek then a hand pull a loose strand of hair behind an ear. Her gentle hand rested on his when she then felt another light kiss rest on her hand this time.
"My dear, I want to do much more with you, although I understand if you wish to wait. In fact, I think it's a good idea."
She looked back, asking inquisitively "You really do?"
He let out a small chuckle responding "Of course. I understand that I can't make your decisions for you but I think it best to only choose one partner. I'm choosing you, after all."
He held on a little too tightly this time, her grip meeting his. She softly squeezed his wrists in an effort to let him know his embrace didn't feel all that comfortable. He sighed, rubbing against her once more while coaxing both legs to open. She obeyed without question, feeling his grip loosen.
"I apologize if my embrace hurt a little. I find it difficult to resist you...sweet girl."
"It's fine, Papa. I want you to have your satisfaction with me. Just...please be gentle."
He held onto her leg while filling her mouth with longing kisses, supporting her head as well while she looked back, returning each nectar-filled kiss. This continued until early morning until he at last became exhausted, allowing both to finally sleep.