needed.”
His stare slid back to her face and a very small grin played
with his mouth. “I am—or was—a chr’nos. I was trained to destroy any who
aggressively threatened the temporal and dimensional weave of those combined
threads. Rogue dimensional marauders who would alter the weave for their own
gain. I can Call any number of my own parallel existences to my current
temporal plane.” An unreadable look crossed his face. “It makes me a very
effective, very efficient killer.”
An effective, efficient killer? Falynn had never heard such
an understatement. A chill rippled her flesh as she thought of all the times
during her training that Thanatos had seemingly defied physics, so fast in his
attack he was a continuous blur. So quick at times he couldn’t be seen to move
at all.
It explained the unexplainable. It also made her sex flutter
with dark excitement.
“So the Corvan behind me is…”
“The Unit Zero assassin who continues to fuck you—has fucked
you for three delicious years—on another plane,” the man in question whispered
in her ear.
A shiver rippled through Falynn and she twisted, trying to
see that man. The cuffs cut into her wrists and she stopped, turning
back to the Corvan before her. He stroked his thumbs over her ankles, the
leather of her boots doing nothing to shield her flesh from the promise of his
touch. “He is just as real as I am. A little less refined perhaps; in his own
temporal dimension he is, after all, still a UZ assassin, but just as aroused
by your absolutely delicious body. Just as turned on by your highly vulnerable
situation.”
As if to illustrate the statement, the Corvan pressed to her
back hooked his fingers into her suit’s sliced opening and tore it completely
apart, abruptly exposing her cunt to the den’s cool artificial air.
She bucked, the killer in her fighting against the hot wave
of rapture boiling through her body at such an aggressive disrobing. How dare
he? How dare they ? She tried to lash out with her feet, but the Corvan
of her time just gripped them tighter, holding her still as his other
parted her damp folds with his fingers and plunged them into her tight channel.
Before she could stop herself, she arched her back, pushing
her sex toward his ungentle penetrations, her eyelids fluttering closed.
A barely audible chuckle sounded in the room and she opened
her eyes, glaring at the man between her legs. Was it he who’d laughed, or his
twin?
Does it matter? Kiirs, Falynn. You are about to be fucked
by not one, but two—
“You don’t know how hard it was to not Call the last time we
made love,” the Corvan before her suddenly stated. His silver stare locked on
her face, even as his heat threaded up her legs to the junction of her thighs,
well and truly sodden from the talented fingers exploring her cunt. “When two
Phase exist in one temporal plane, the combined experiences—both sensory and
physical—are felt by all versions.”
The Corvan behind her squeezed her breast, massaging its
heavy swell as his lips and teeth skimmed the outer curve of her ear. “It makes
for the most intense sexual encounter. Remember how good it felt when we
fucked? Imagine that, Proserpina. Imagine that one amazing orgasm claiming your
body with the force of two.” His tongue dipped into her ear. “Or three.” He
flicked her nipple. “Or four.”
Falynn’s cunt contracted at the idea and she choked back a
moan of sheer rapture, her pussy squeezing his delving fingers even as she
tried to control her aroused whimper.
Corvan’s grip on her ankles grew fierce. Almost painful.
“Rutting like the two brutal killers we are. A climax so forceful it would have
torn the temporal plane.”
His other withdrew the fingers in her sex and pinched her
clit. Once. Twice. Explosive pain and excruciating pleasure tore through her
and she bucked, cream flooding her cunt. Without warning, he drove two fingers
back into her pussy, wriggling them deeper, deeper.
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