Alex leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the steel worktable. The lab hummed around him—fluids dripping, machines cycling—but his attention was fixed on the towering figure by the door. Alcina. Even at her reduced height, she commanded the room. Her white gown clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric whispering against her thighs as she shifted her weight.
"Come here," he said, voice low. Not a request.
She moved without hesitation, heels clicking against the tile. The scent of her perfume—something dark and expensive—wrapped around him before she did. Her hand settled on his shoulder, fingers curling possessively.
Alex caught her wrist, yanking her down into his lap. The chair groaned. Alcina's breath hitched, lips parting, but she didn't resist. Her thighs bracketed his hips, the heat of her searing through his pants. He didn't give her time to adjust. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist, and he crushed his mouth to hers.
The kiss was filthy from the start. No teasing, no hesitation—just hunger. Alcina moaned into it, her tongue sliding against his with practiced ease. She tasted like wine and something sharper, something addictive. Alex bit her lower lip, grinning when she gasped.
Alex didn't just kiss her—he *consumed* her. Alcina's tongue was obscenely long, sliding against his own with a languid, serpentine grace that made his cock twitch against her thigh. She let him explore the heat of her mouth, those inhumanly perfect lips parting wider when he sucked her tongue deeper, groaning as she flexed the muscle against his palate. The wet, filthy sounds between them filled the lab, louder than the machines.
"Christ, you're *built* for this," Alex growled against her mouth, gripping the back of her neck to keep her close. Alcina's answering laugh was a dark, velvet thing, her breath hitching when he bit down on her tongue—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her pulse jump under his fingers.
She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening. "And yet you act as though you're the one *devouring* me, Master." Her voice dripped with amusement, rich and throaty.
Alex didn't dignify that with a reply. Instead, he fisted his hand in the delicate fabric of her gown and tore it open down the front. The buttons scattered across the tile like falling stars. Alcina barely reacted beyond a raised eyebrow, her smirk widening as the fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling around her waist. Her breasts—*god*, her *breasts*—were heavy and perfect, the nipples already pebbled tight.
Alex palmed one, his fingers barely covering the swell. "Fuck," he muttered, thumbing over the peak. Alcina arched into his touch, a shudder running through her.
Alex didn't just suck—he *claimed*. His mouth closed around one taut nipple, teeth scraping the peak before his tongue soothed the sting. Alcina's breath stuttered, her fingers tightening in his hair as he bit down hard enough to leave crescent marks blooming across her pale skin. The marks faded almost instantly, her unnatural healing erasing the evidence, but the sharp gasp she let out was worth it. He did it again, harder, relishing the way her thighs clenched around his hips.
"Persistent little thing," Alcina purred, tilting her head back to expose more of her throat. Her voice was steady, but the hitch in her breath betrayed her. Alex smirked against her breast, dragging his tongue in slow, wet circles around the areola before sucking the nipple deep into his mouth. The contrast was obscene—her skin like chilled marble, her flesh yielding and warm against his lips. He groaned, the vibration earning him another shudder from her.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, not pulling, just *holding*, as if she couldn't decide whether to guide him closer or shove him away. Alex made the choice for her. He switched to her other breast, biting just shy of too hard, and Alcina's hips jerked against him, a choked moan slipping free. "You *like* that," he murmured against her skin, licking the faint pink marks his teeth had left. "You love being used."
Alcina's laugh was breathless, her nails scraping his scalp. "Yes master," she replied, the way her back arched when he pinched her nipple between his teeth enhanced the effect. Alex chuckled darkly, sucking a bruise into the underside of her breast just to watch it vanish.
"On your knees," Alex growled, his grip tightening in her hair as he pulled her head back sharply. Alcina's breath hitched—not from pain, but from the way his voice curled around the command like smoke. She slid off his lap with deliberate slowness, her thighs brushing against his calves as she settled onto the tile. Her gown pooled around her hips, the fabric whispering against her skin like a lover's sigh.
Alex didn't waste time. He unbuckled his pants with one hand, the other still tangled in her hair, guiding her face toward his cock as it sprang free. Alcina's lips parted instinctively, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum glistening at the tip. The sound Alex made was raw, almost pained. "Fuck, look at you," he muttered, thumbing her lower lip. "Made for this."
She didn't answer—just leaned forward, her long tongue swirling around the head in slow, torturous circles. The groan that ripped from Alex's chest was primal. He fisted his hand in her hair, not forcing her deeper, just holding her there as she worked him with her mouth. Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her tongue pressing against the underside in a way that made his hips jerk.
"Use those tits," he ordered, voice ragged. Alcina obeyed without hesitation, her hands lifting to cradle her breasts, pushing them together around his shaft. The heat of her skin against his cock was maddening, the softness of her flesh contrasting with the wet suction of her mouth on his tip. Alex swore under his breath, his free hand gripping the edge of the table hard enough to dent the metal.
Alcina moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight to his balls. Her tongue lashed at the slit, drinking down every drop of precum before she pulled back just enough to murmur, "More, Master?" The question was a taunt, her dark eyes glinting with amusement even as her lips glistened with spit and him.
Alex's restraint snapped like a frayed wire. The sight of Alcina—lips swollen, eyes glazed with submission—was too much. He snarled, fingers knotting tighter in her hair, and in one brutal motion, shoved her face flush against his stomach. Her nose pressed into his abs, her throat convulsing around his cock as he bottomed out inside her. A wet, choking sound escaped her, saliva spilling down her chin, but Alex didn't relent.
"Take it," he growled, hips pistoning upward, fucking her throat with short, punishing thrusts. Alcina's nails scraped against his thighs, her body shuddering, but she didn't pull away. Tears streaked her cheeks, her mascara smudging in dark rivers, yet the muffled noises she made were *wanton*—greedy, even. Alex groaned, watching her throat bulge obscenely with each push. "Fuck, you *love* this, don't you? Love being *used*."
Alcina's only answer was a wet, desperate moan, her tongue fluttering against his shaft as he dragged her back just enough to let her gasp for air. She coughed, her lips slick and parted, but before she could recover, Alex yanked her forward again, hilting himself in her throat. Her eyes rolled back, tears spilling anew, but her hands stayed planted on his thighs, fingers digging in like she was afraid he'd stop.
Alex's hips stuttered, his grip on Alcina's hair turning vice-like as pleasure coiled white-hot at the base of his spine. "Swallow *all* of it," he snarled, shoving her nose flush against his abdomen as the first thick pulse of cum erupted down her throat. Alcina's fingers dug into his thighs, her body trembling—not from resistance, but from the sheer force of his release hammering against her esophagus. He fucked her face through it, grinding his pelvis against her lips with each jet, relishing the way her throat fluttered wildly around him. The sounds were obscene—wet gags, choked swallows, the slick slap of skin against saliva-slicked skin.
When the last shuddering spurt left him, Alex held her there for a long moment, panting, watching her eyelashes flutter as she dutifully gulped him down. Only then did he yank her back by the hair, his cock popping free with an audible *smack*, glistening with a mix of his spend and her spit. Alcina's lips were swollen crimson, her chin streaked with white, but her gaze never wavered from his as she ran her tongue along her teeth in a slow, deliberate show.
"Clean me," Alex ordered, tapping his cock against her cheek. The command was hoarse, his voice wrecked.
Alcina's smirk was sin itself as she leaned in, her tongue—longer than any human's, unnaturally deft—lapping a broad stripe from base to tip. She swirled it around the head, catching every drop, her dark eyes locked on his as she hummed appreciatively. "So *generous*, Master," she murmured, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.
Alex hissed through his teeth as she took him back into her mouth, this time with agonizing slowness, her tongue massaging the underside as she sucked the last remnants of his release from his slit. The overstimulation burned—sharp and sweet—but he didn't pull away, letting her worship him until his cock twitched weakly against her tongue.
Alex hauled Alcina up by the waist, her bare thighs pressing against his hips as he lifted her onto the steel lab table with a grunt. The cold metal kissed her skin, making her shiver—or maybe it was the way his cock dragged against her soaked folds, smearing her slick between them in slow, torturous strokes. Alcina's breath hitched, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched into the contact, her lips curving into that infuriatingly knowing smile.
"Teasing *now*, Master?" she purred, rolling her hips to grind against him, the wet heat of her almost unbearable. Alex snarled, gripping her waist hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises, and in one brutal thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside her. Alcina's gasp fractured into a moan, her back bowing off the table as her nails scored down his arms.
"Fuck—*fuck*," Alex ground out, already pistoning into her with punishing speed. Her cunt clenched around him like a vise, each drag of his cock pulling another ragged sound from her throat. He couldn't stop—wouldn't—not when she felt like *this*, like molten silk and grasping hunger. Her breasts bounced with every snap of his hips, the peaks stiff and flushed, and Alex bent to claim one with his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.
Alcina's thighs trembled around his waist, her heels locking at the small of his back to pull him deeper. "Harder," she gasped, her voice breaking as he bit down on her nipple. Alex obeyed without thought, fucking into her with a rhythm that sent equipment rattling off the table—glass vials clinking, metal instruments skittering to the floor. The noise barely registered over the wet slap of skin, Alcina's moans rising in pitch with each thrust.
"You're close," Alex growled against her breast, thumbing her other nipple roughly. Alcina's answering whimper was answer enough; her cunt fluttered around him, her hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. He didn't let up, driving into her with relentless precision, his grip on her hips surely leaving fingerprints. "Come for me. *Now*."
Alcina's body arched like a drawn bowstring, her cry shattering the air as her climax ripped through her. Her thighs clamped around Alex's waist, her cunt pulsing around his cock in rhythmic, vice-like spasms—but he didn't relent. If anything, the sensation of her convulsing around him drove him deeper, his thrusts turning brutal, each snap of his hips wrenching another choked sob from her throat. Her release splashed between them, soaking his thighs, the scent of her arousal thick and heady in the sterile lab air. "Fuck—*fuck*, you're dripping everywhere," Alex growled, his voice rough with exertion. He pistoned into her, the wet squelch of her juices mingling with the sharp slap of skin on skin.
Alcina's fingers clawed at the table's edge, her back bowed off the metal surface, her breasts heaving. Her orgasm should've left her boneless, but the way Alex kept fucking her—*through* her—sent jagged aftershocks sparking up her spine. "M-Master—*ah!*—too much—" she gasped, but the protest was half-hearted, her hips lifting greedily to meet each thrust. Alex smirked down at her, his grip on her hips tightening as he watched her unravel beneath him. "No such thing," he ground out, dragging his cock almost entirely out before slamming back in, the force of it making her squeal.
Her cunt was a molten vice, her walls fluttering around him like they were trying to milk him dry, and Alex knew he couldn't hold out much longer. The coil in his gut tightened unbearably, his balls drawing up, and with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt, his fingers digging into her flesh as his orgasm tore through him. Thick, hot pulses of cum erupted deep inside her, filling her womb in ragged bursts, each spurt wringing a whimper from Alcina's swollen lips. Alex groaned, his hips stuttering as he fucked his release deeper into her, grinding his pelvis against her clit with each jet until she shuddered again, her cunt clamping down around him in a secondary, weaker climax.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the faint drip of fluid onto the floor. Alex finally pulled out with a wet *pop*, watching his cum spill from her well-used cunt in thick rivulets, painting her thighs white. Alcina lay boneless on the table, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin glistening with sweat. Her lips curved into a sated, lazy smile as she lifted a trembling hand to trail fingers through the mess between her legs, scooping up a glob of their mixed fluids. She brought it to her lips, her dark eyes locked on his as she sucked her fingers clean with deliberate slowness. "Delicious," she murmured, her voice hoarse.
Alex chuckled, swiping his thumb through the spill on her stomach and pressing it against her tongue. "Greedy thing," he muttered, watching her lips close around his finger. Alcina nipped at the pad, her tongue swirling in a way that sent a fresh jolt of heat to his spent cock. He pulled his hand away, smearing the last of his cum across her lower lip before leaning down to kiss her, slow and filthy. Her arms wound around his neck, her legs hooking around his waist to keep him close even as their bodies cooled.
Alex spun Alcina onto her stomach with a rough grip, the sharp *clink* of her nails against the metal table echoing through the lab. Her ass—still glistening with his cum—jiggled as he spread her cheeks, watching thick white rivulets drip down her inner thighs. Her pussy pulsed around nothing, swollen and flushed, but it was the other hole that caught his attention—tight, pink, twitching like it had a pulse of its own. "Fuck," Alex muttered, dragging a finger through the mess leaking from her cunt, swirling it in slow circles around her asshole. Alcina stiffened, a sharp inhale hissing between her teeth—an uncharacteristic flicker of hesitation.
"Embarrassed?" Alex taunted, pressing the pad of his thumb against the puckered rim, relishing the way her hips jerked. Her answering moan was muffled against her forearm, her shoulders tensing as he worked the digit deeper, her body resisting for a fraction of a second before yielding. "Master—*ah*—" The honorific dissolved into a gasp as he crooked his finger inside her, the wet squelch of her own arousal mixing with the lewd stretch of muscle.
Alcina's hips rocked back involuntarily, her cunt dripping anew as he scissored a second finger alongside the first. Her breath came in ragged pants now, her thighs trembling, but the mortified flush creeping down her neck betrayed her. Alex chuckled darkly, curling his fingers just *so*—and her back arched off the table with a choked cry. "You *like* this," he murmured, twisting his wrist to drag his knuckles against her inner walls. "Your pretty ass sucking me in like it's *starved*."
A shudder wracked her frame, her nails scraping against the metal as she pushed back onto his hand with desperate little rolls of her hips. "P-please—" The word was fractured, her voice wrecked, and Alex didn't need clarification. He withdrew his fingers with a slick *pop*, ignoring her whimper, and replaced them with the thick head of his cock, still glistening with her spend. Alcina's breath hitched, her muscles fluttering wildly as he pressed forward—slow, inexorable, letting her feel every inch as her body strained to accommodate him.
The noise she made when he bottomed out was *filthy*—half-sob, half-scream, her cunt gushing around nothing as her ass clenched around him like a vice. Alex groaned, his grip on her hips bruising as he pulled out just enough to slam back in, the slap of skin echoing off the walls. Alcina's thighs quivered, her moans rising in pitch with each thrust, her earlier embarrassment forgotten beneath the sheer *relentlessness* of his pace. "T-Take it—*fuck*—take it like you were *made* for this," Alex snarled, pistoning into her with brutal precision, his balls slapping against her soaked folds with every snap of his hips.
Alex didn't relent—couldn't—not when Alcina's ass clenched around him like a velvet fist, her hips rocking back to meet each brutal thrust. The lab filled with the wet slap of skin, the sharp clatter of glassware knocked from tables as he drove into her with piston-like precision. Alcina's moans pitched higher, fractured into gasps as he angled his hips just right, grinding against that sweet spot inside her that made her thighs quiver.
"Feel that?" Alex growled, palming the small of her back to arch her deeper onto his cock. "Feel how fucking *full* you are?"
Alcina's answer was a strangled cry, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick metal table as her pussy gushed around nothing, her climax cresting without a single touch to her clit. Alex smirked, watching her juices drip onto the floor in thick ropes, the scent of her arousal thick and heady. "Fuck, look at you," he muttered, dragging his thumb through the mess before smearing it over her swollen clit. "Coming just from getting your ass *ruined*."
Alcina's back bowed violently, her ass clamping down on him as another orgasm ripped through her—this one sharper, brighter, her cunt pulsing in empty, desperate spasms. Alex groaned, his grip on her hips turning vise-like as her tight heat milked him toward his own release. "Not yet," he gritted out, slowing his thrusts to a torturous grind, savoring the way her muscles fluttered around him in protest. "You don't get to come *again* until I fill you up."
Alcina whimpered, her body trembling with overstimulation, but her hips still rocked back greedily, her ass swallowing him deeper with every inch. Alex obliged, fucking into her with renewed intensity, the slap of his balls against her slick folds punctuating each snap of his hips. Her breath came in ragged sobs now, her thighs glistening with a mix of sweat and her own spend, but she didn't stop—couldn't—not when every nerve felt alight.
Alex pulled out with a wet, obscene *pop*, his spent cock twitching against Alcina's ruined ass as thick ropes of cum dribbled from her gaping holes. She didn't stir—just lay there, sprawled across the steel table like a discarded doll, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. Her thighs were slick with their mingled release, her dark hair fanned out in a tangled halo around her head. Even unconscious, her lips were slightly parted, swollen from hours of use, her eyelashes fluttering faintly as if she were dreaming of his hands still on her.
He traced a finger down the curve of her spine, smirking at the way her skin pebbled under his touch despite her unconscious state. "Passed out soon," he muttered. With a final glance at her wrecked form, Alex turned and strode naked across the lab, his bare feet leaving faint, sticky prints on the tile. The door hissed open automatically, the cool air of the hallway raising goosebumps along his arms as he stepped out—only to freeze mid-stride.