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 As Maya, Sarah, & Emily headed into the house,

Emily pulling the wheelie bag behind her, all of the luggage taken into the
house, as Andy glanced over to look at Phil, as Linda moved over to stand
closer to him.

"You didn't have to bring her over here yourself

Phil," Andy said to him. "You've got plenty of people over at the
base for that kind of thing."

"Not as many as I used to," he said. "You

heard about this Valhalla Shores they've set up over in Pacifica?"

Andy nodded. "Yeah, the other Phil called a little

earlier today, told me he'd been moved into there. Why, are they taking some of
your people?"

"Seems like it. Maya was in the last batch of people we

were doing serum injections for here in New Eden for the foreseeable future. Me
and my team have been retasked, with studying the long term effects of the
treatment, and with finding a way to help women survive if their male partner
is killed. This thing we've got, it's kept a bunch of us alive, but the last
thing I ever intended was for it to be binding men and women together."

"Fucking McCallister," Linda grumbled.

"Who?" Andy asked.

"Don't worry about it," Phil said. "Anyway,

they're using the base next to Valhalla Shores to be doing serum induction and
pairing now. New Eden's mostly a closed community at this point."

"Mostly?"

"Nothing's ever truly completely done, so if we get

special requests, or emergency needs, we'll add some more people to New Eden,
but they want us focused on countering these side effects so badly that even
the people who are being moved into Dos Eden are mostly going to be dosed
elsewhere. There's a large facility in Oakland that's basically going to be the
headquarters for serum induction, even though I told them it would
probably be easier for all the Dos Eden people to just be inducted here, but
the higher ups are adamant I start working some of this out."

"I mean, that's probably for the best, isn't it, Phil?

What happens right now if a man dies and he's partnered to multiple women? They
just go insane?"

"Well, no," Phil said, "but it's not

pretty. We have a sort of temporary work around, but I think it's cruel, and
it's certainly not anything I want to be advertising."

"The hell are you talking about, Phil?"

"So fairly early on in the crisis, we had to send some

samples out to Washington, so they could see about getting some key people
inoculated against the virus. We sent enough that all of Congress and the Joint
Chiefs of Staff could've taken it if they wanted, but almost to a man they
refused. The military leaders were a lot smarter about it, though, and many of
them decided to have their partners take the treatment, so they would have some
level of immunity from DuoHalo. The fact that General Brown, who took over for
General Goldfein in August, was so proactive in making sure the top brass at
the Air Force were inoculated might just be the defining action that saved this
country from extinction."

"Once again," Linda said with a sigh, "the

black guy has to work three times as hard just to get so much as a thank
you."

"Well, when I have the privilege of meeting General

Brown, I'm going to thank him hard enough for three people, because he's
basically the only reason any of us are alive," Phil said. "He sprung
into action, and made sure that we were working to get our solution, the only
workable solution, out to as many people as possible, as quickly as we could.
And he's the person who assigned you to me, Linda, so for that I'll be
eternally grateful, because you've saved my life more than a couple of times
over the past few months, in more ways than one."

"I told you, the sniper was a freebie, so he doesn't

count," she said, a hint of flirting layered into her voice. "So that
means you only owe me, like, three or four, tops. All the emotional, mental
stuff, that's all Audrey's doing. She's the one who takes care of your brain
while I take care of the body."

"Oh she does her share of body care too," Phil

teased back.

"I suppose," Linda said with a wink.

"Anyway, tell Andy what you needed to."

"I'm getting there, Linda, just be cool."

"Pssht. Like you know anybody cooler than

me."

Phil looked back to Andy with a grin and a shrug. "When

she's right, she's right. Did Lesser Phil say much about Valhalla Shores?"

"Only that they were super strict about their

quarantine rules. He was calling to tell me he didn't think he'd be able to do
poker for the foreseeable future, because he couldn't come and go any more. He
said that if he left the area, he had to spend a week in quarantine before he'd
be allowed back in to see the rest of his family. Struck me as sort of an over
reach, considering we're all basically immune to DuoHalo, as long as we're
having regular contact with our partners, right?"

"Theoretically, yeah, although we're still doing a lot

of testing on that," he said. "Well, I guess the Air Force is
doing that testing, because right now, I'm just focused on making sure we get
women the ability to survive the death of their partners."

"You said you had a workaround."

"Not a good one," Linda interjected.

"Agreed," Phil said. "So if a man dies, as

long as his body isn't too badly damaged, we can harvest slightly necrotized
semen from his corpse, introduce that into one of his partners, and it will act
as a sort of a reset function, but the woman needs to be reimprinted almost
immediately. As soon as the necrotized semen hits her system, she'll basically
be in a state like the one you found Piper in, in a crude, violent
frenzy."

"Jesus," Andy said, "who the hell knows about

this?"

"The women who are staffing what few emergency rooms we

have open near any induction centers, and the staff of the centers themselves,
so we're keeping the loop pretty small on it, at least for the time being. It's
given me a starting place on where to work on a reset serum, but I'm still
quite a ways from having anything even vaguely useful."

"Have you considered trying to get the serum to work on

men without the need of the pairing?"

Phil shot him an annoyed look. "What a great idea! Why

didn't I think of that?" he said, slapping his forehead. "Yes, I
fucking thought of that, but it's almost like our serum is actively fighting
against pairing with immunization suspensions. We suspect we had someone
sabotaging the project from the get go, so it's entirely possible the bastard
had this whole thing baked in there for some other reason. God only knows what
the sick motherfucker thought he was going to do with it."

"If you think you had a saboteur  "

"No," Linda interjected, "we know we

had one. His ass fled to Russia."

"Russia? Seriously?"

"It's part of the reason their military and political

cabinets are in so much better shape than ours, although they clearly didn't
have the infrastructure to mass produce it, considering how horrible the
casualties of their population are. While the Russian authorities had plenty
for themselves and their generals, their population was hit harder than almost
anyone else's, with close to 90% of the Russian male population dead. Putin's
not anywhere near as scary when most of his military bases are staffed by
corpses, and there's nobody to climb inside of his tanks."

"But what about all the women of Russia? With so few

men there, there's no way your system would work, would it?"

Phil nodded. "I mean, DuoHalo isn't anywhere near as

fatal to women as it is to men, so I think the Russian gambit is to just hope
enough women survive DuoHalo naturally as to keep the country even vaguely
functional, while all the important men have at least a dozen partners each, to
ensure they're always completely buffered from the DuoHalo virus. I'm almost
wondering if this was what the saboteur had in mind when he started tampering
with my serum in its early days, trying to invent something that would enslave
women to men. Christ, if he was still here, I'd shoot him myself," the
Filipino American man said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Get to the point, babe," Linda told him.

"Our absence off base raises red flags the longer we're gone, and the last
thing we want is them getting suspicious."

"Suspicious?" Andy scowled at his good friend for

a moment. "Phil, what the hell are you up to?"

"You remember when you told me a few years ago that you

thought one of your superiors was actively getting in the way of you getting
promoted?"

"I do remember that," Andy said, "and I also

remember you telling me that I was being paranoid and that I should just forget
about it."

"Yeah, well, maybe I was wrong, okay, and maybe

someone's actively trying to keep my project from developing a version of the
serum without the sexual side effects."

"Phil are you  "

"Listen, will you?" Phil said, grabbing his

friend's shoulder. "The military has thought overpopulation was a giant
problem in the U.S. dating back thirty years, and they had all sorts of
contingency plans to reduce the population, not only of our country, but of the
entire world. They called it the 'die back' contingency. I know it sounds
insane  "

"It sounds insane, Phil, because it is

insane. Our own government planning mass casualty events across the
globe?"

"It was all supposed to be theoretical, Andy,

whitepapers and proof of concept stuff, but nobody was every supposed to have built
anything, but I'm starting to think that's what DuoHalo is, somebody's die back
contingency that got loose and got out of control, because the Russians acted way
too quickly quarantining their people for them to have just 'gotten lucky.'
They knew this was coming, long before anyone else did, so I think it's their
fuckup, and they just got lucky that we had something that could counteract it,
and so be it if it's got some mad scientist's project woven into it. That just
gave them a foothold into getting their hands on it."

"Phil, we've known each other a long time, and if

there's one thing I know about you, it's that you love your secrets, so if
you're telling me all this, there's got to be a very good reason for it. You
wouldn't give me a peek behind the velvet rope like this without an extremely
important cause. What's going on?"

His friend sighed, glancing over at Linda, who simply

shrugged, before he looked back at Andy. "I've doled out a lot of favors
over the last several months, so now it's time for me to ask one of you, and
it's kind of a big one, so if you say no, hey, I get it, but realize I need
someone I can trust on this."

"Talk to me, Phil."

"So you know how we had someone defect to Russia?"

"Yeah?"

"The Russians had some defect to us."

"Seriously?"

"It gets funnier," Linda said, a grin on her face.

"So the guy who defected from us, the one who we think

caused a lot of the mess with the imprinting in our serum, his name was Adam
McCallister."

"Okay."

"The group that defected from Russia? The person who

reached out to me on their behalf was Adam's wife, Evie."

"Adam and Eve?" Andy asked. "Are you putting

me on?"

"Wish I was," Phil sighed, leaning his back

against the door of his car. "She reached out to me personally with an
offer. I get her paired to some rich fella who's going to take care of her, and
she's going to help us crack the unpairing/repairing problem."

"Phil,”

"I'm not asking you to take her, Andy, relax. I was

hoping maybe you could reach out to Watkins and see if he'd be willing to take
her in."

"Nate said he did feel like he owed me a couple still,

even with all the money he gave me."

"That's not the whole of it, though."

"What else,”

"So Evie McCallister has with her a pair of men who are

imprinted on each other."

"Wait, what?" Andy said. "I thought being

homosexual was like a giant taboo in Russia."

"They certainly frown on it, which is why two of the

scientists who were working with Adam McCallister didn't reveal they were gay
until they'd devised a work around, a sort of Rosetta Stone for this whole
thing. That's what let them flee."

"Just give him the short and quick, hon," Linda

said to Phil.

"Okay, long story short  "

"Too late!" both he and Phil said in unison before

chuckling.

"Right," Phil continued. "So one of the two

men has what he describes as 'reassignment sperm,' in that his sperm isn't
toxic, even to women who are imprinted already. A small amount of it will
essentially reset a woman, but she'll immediately go into the state we've seen
with using the necrotized sperm, which is part of the reason I believe Evie
when she told me all of this."

"You haven't tested it yet?"

"I'm getting to that. This guy, Sergei, has a variation

of our serum running through his veins, and it might eventually lead to some
kind version of the serum where people don't have to be paired to one another,
but we are a long way from that right now. He also claims it can pair two men
together, which was a large part of the reason he and his boyfriend fled here
with Evie McCallister. In Russia, they'd both have been killed, but if he's
right, we could, albeit very slowly, at least start getting gay men paired up
and resistant to DuoHalo. But I've been keeping this on the down low because
I'm worried that if some people on the base found out, they'd try and quash
it."

"You can't believe that," Andy said."

"Wish I didn't, but I do. They're mostly focused on

making sure I can get women to survive their partner's death. There hasn't been
any push on us trying to get a solution for gay men and women, so now that I
may have a partial one here, I'm doing everything I can to validate it quickly
and pushed out in front of as many people as possible. It's really not
scalable, but at this point, I'll take what I can get, you know?"

"So what do you need from me?"

"We've got Evie, Sergei and Sergei's boyfriend Andrei

stashed in a house over in Dos Eden. Now I can't go over there, because if I
do, they're going to know I was there, and I don't want to bring her in until
I've validated her claims. Do you have anyone in your family who wouldn't mind
fooling around with some other guy for a bit?"

"My family's all here by choice, Phil," Andy said.

"What about your cook, Jenny?" Linda asked.

"Didn't you say she's married to your gardener, and they're both just with
you to stay healthy? Think she'd be okay to help you test this all out?"

"She doesn't want to leave the family, Linda, even if

she's not emotionally invested in me like my partners are."

"She wouldn't leave your family, Andy. She'd just be on

a very short, temporary loan, and she's not going to have to sleep with anyone
she doesn't want to," Phil said.

"I can talk to her about it, but lay it out for me how

it's all going to work."

"You take her over to the house, along with one of your

male friends, Eric or Xander, whichever one Jenny wouldn't mind having one
evening of fun with. You put a little bit of Sergei's cum on her skin, just to
prove it doesn't have any sort of adverse reaction. If it's all good, you have
her taste a little bit, and then she should go back to the imprinting state,
and you let your friend imprint her. A couple of days later, you do it again,
but reimprint her back to you. If Evie's telling the truth, it'll only be a few
days and then everything will be back to the way it was. And if she's not, the
minute Jenny touches Sergei's semen, she'll have an adverse reaction and she
doesn't have to go any further." Phil sighed, shrugging a little. "I
need someone I can trust on this, Andy, and I don't know who else to turn to.
If you don't think she'll go for it, you don't have to bring it up, and I'll,
I'll see if there's anybody else I can ask. I could ask Xander, I guess."

"No," Andy sighed, shaking his head. "You ask

Xander and he'll feel obligated to try and help you. I'll talk to Jenny and
Katie, and I'll let them decide. Fair?"

"Fair enough," Phil agreed. "Get blood

samples at every stage in between. Take Niko with you, and she'll know how to
do it."

"What have you got that girl up to behind my back,

Phil?"

"Oh hell no," his friend laughed. "If

you can't get her to tell you, what the hell makes you think I'm gonna
tell you? She'd kick my ass if I said anything. You can ask her again."

"She'll probably tell me what she told me last time,

 I shouldn't worry about it."

"It took a long while for Phil to trust me as well,

Andy, so I wouldn't worry about it," Linda said with a smile. "You
guys are so used to thinking you have to be self reliant, how you need to be
tough, that it takes you a while to get used to the idea of having a woman take
care of your helpless asses. But you'll learn. You all do eventually."

"Well, I feel like I just got scolding by the nuns at

Saint Agnes Academy again. How about you, Andy?" Phil chuckled.

"I didn't go to Catholic school, Phil, but I know the

sentiment. I guess we just have to trust they're doing everything they can to
keep us safe."

"Even when you're both being a pain in the ass about

it," Linda said, just the tiniest undercurrent of genuine annoyance to her
voice.

"Sorry Linda," they both said in unison.

"You're both forgiven, but we really gotta get back to

the base, Phil, otherwise Fielder's going to get suspicious, and that's the
last thing you want."

"She's right," Phil said, giving Andy a hug.

"Thanks for even considering it. I know it's nuts, but if you follow the
instructions I gave you, worst case scenario is that Jenny gets a rash on her
skin for a couple of days."

"Like I said, it's their decision, not

mine."

"Right. Right right right. Anyway, if you decide to do

it, I can give you all the instructions when we're over in a couple of days for
the party."

"God, that is just two days away, isn't it? Crazy how

time flies."

Phil let go of Andy and headed back to his car. "Stay

safe, man. Niko or Lexi with you at all times if you leave this house. And
don't tell anyone about this little Evie thing that you don't have
to."

"I'm gonna tell my family, Phil."

Phil shrugged a little bit, opening the door of his car.

"If it was me, I would keep it to only the very few who need to know.
Anyway, your house, your call. See you in a couple of days, man." He and
Linda hopped into their car and drove down the driveway and headed off into the
evening air.

"That's the difference between you and me, Phil,"

Andy said to himself. "I'm no good at keeping secrets."

He walked inside to find Aisling waiting for him, a warm

smile on her face as she slid her arm around his waist and saddled up next to
him as they walked to the dining room. "Why the long face, Andy?"

"Phil dropped a bit of a heavy thing on me, and it's a

lot to think about. I'm not built for this cloak and dagger shit like he
is."

On the stroll to dinner, Andy explained to her everything

that Phil and Linda had told him, as she peppered him with questions along the
way. At the end, she suggested he wait until later in the evening to talk to
Jenny and Katie about it.

When they got to the dining room, Andy was pleased to find

nearly everyone there, Lauren and Taylor having texted earlier that they were
just going to grab dinner at the training grounds tonight and would be back
late.

Emily, Sarah and Maya were a couple cocktails in already, but

all of them were in that pleasant space between buzzed and tipsy, talking up a
storm, and as soon as Andy and Ash walked into the room, Emily immediately
ushered them over to make sure that Andy was sitting next to Maya, Ash on the
other side of him.

Early on, the girls had tried convincing Andy to always sit

at the head of the table, and he'd told them exactly what they could do with
that idea, so the table seating constantly shuffled, and nobody sat at either
end of the table two nights in a row, so that it was clearly established that
nobody was more or less important than anyone else. It was a symbolic thing,
but Andy was the first to point out that symbols have power, and their
subliminal influence should never be underestimated.

Dinner gave everyone a chance to take turns grilling Maya,

which let Andy just sort of sit and listen. After he'd made the decision of who
he would offer spots in his house, he'd talked to each of the girls over Zoom
for about an hour, letting them ask him whatever questions they wanted while
he'd asked them a few as well. It wasn't enough time to get to truly know each
other, but it gave both him and the woman in question a chance to check for any
real deal breakers that they might have overlooked, so many of the questions the
girl were asking Maya were things Andy already knew the answers to, although
she did have one surprise up her sleeve for him.

"So what's your favorite of Andy's books," Sarah

asked her. "I know you have to have read some of them right now, since I
gave you all of them the last time I saw you, a few years ago."

Maya tilted her head to one side, a wry grin spreading wide

on her face. "You're not going to believe me."

"Is it 'The Trouble With Werebears,' because if you say

it is, I'm gonna have to shield you from Andy throwing a dinner roll at
you," the tall redhead giggled.

Maya reached into her satchel and pulled out a book, setting

it down on the table. It had dozens of post it notes sticking out from it, and
the cover was starting to bend back a little. Andy glanced over and then his
eyes widened in surprise.

"No! Really?"

The book in question was easily the least popular thing he'd

ever written, partially because it was so far out of his normal wheelhouse.
"I think it's easily your best work, and frankly, I'm surprised nobody's
ever tried to make a movie out of it, which was something I wanted to talk to
you about."

Emily reached over and picked up the book. "'Fatal

Alliances?' This isn't a Druid Gunslinger book. I don't know that I've ever
seen Sarah reading this."

"Oh I read it," Sarah said. "But it's super

fucking sad. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's fucking hot, and I get why maybe
it was too fucking steamy for the mainstream, but it's such a fucking downer
ending that it isn't something I wanted to come back to that fucking often,
even as great as it is."

"What's it about, love?" Emily asked him.

Maya decided to answer instead. "It's a Cold War story

about two spies, one American and one Soviet, and they're each sort of fatal
honey traps. Anyone who either of them has sex with dies within a couple of
days, from what looks like natural causes, except that their bodies are
generating some kind of sexually transmitted poison. They're considered
important assets, the assassins you send when you want no traces left behind.
They both witness something they shouldn't one night in East Berlin, and so
they flee together. After killing their respective bosses, the two decide
they're done with this world, so they have sex with each other, and die in each
other's arms a few days later. If you expounded upon the action sequences,
fleshed them out a bit more, this could be an excellent fucking movie."
She paused for a second. "It could be my excellent fucking movie.
Who owns the rights to this, Andy?" Maya asked him, taking the book back
from Emily.

"Nobody?" he chuckled. "Well, I guess that

means I still do. Nobody had that much interest in it, so I didn't worry
about it. Hell, I know it's out of print, so I'm a little amazed you got that
copy."

"I got her everything, Andy," Sarah told him.

"And you know me. What I want, I fucking get."

"So I have learned," he nodded. "Yeah, I can

have my agent draw up a contract to let you get the rights to it."

"Soon," Maya said, "before the Druid

Gunslinger film makes everyone claw at all your old work."

"I barely sold fifty thousand copies of 'Fatal

Alliances,' Maya, so I think you're overestimating people's interest in the
property."

"Believe me, Andy, I know what I'm talking about."

Dinner carried on with several conversations going on and

Andy drifting in between them. One of the things he'd learned early on as his
family grew was that as soon as they had moved into the mansion, the family
size had grown too large for there to only be one conversation at the dinner
table. He'd also stressed a number of times that the girls shouldn't always
stick to their usual cliques and should intermingle, making sure to spend a
little time with all the other girls over the course of any given week, and it
was starting to settle into cycles.

When Jenny was bringing out dessert, Andy grabbed her and

asked her and Katie to meet him in his office in a few hours, so he could talk
to them about something. Jenny seemed a little nervous and Andy said it wasn't
anything bad, and they shouldn't worry.

After dinner had wrapped up, the whole family began carrying

dishes into the kitchen, refusing to let Jenny and Nicolette clear the table
entirely by themselves, as Andy, Maya, Emily and Sarah started walking down the
hall towards Maya's room.

"So whaddaya think, Maya?" Sarah asked eagerly. It

was clear that the relationships between Sarah and Maya and the relationships
between Emily and Maya were very different, with Sarah acting almost
like Maya's eager little sister, and Emily more like Maya's old friend.
"You okay with staying?"

"Yeah, I think I can make all this work for me,"

she said. "Good people, good environment, the dogs seem happy enough, and
with the shooting studios in Oakland, Marin and Pleasanton, I can definitely
carve out a career here. So sure, why not? I'll pitch in with you lot and call
this home."

"Marvelous," Emily said, leaning in to kiss Maya

on the cheek. "Sarah and I will leave you and Andrew to make your final
arrangements, and we will see you tomorrow. Good night!"

"Night Maya!" Sarah said, taking a turn to kiss

Maya on the cheek, before she and Emily headed back up the hallway towards the
stairs, Maya's bedroom on the ground floor so the dogs could easily walk right
out into the back yard. Katie had even set up the fenced area so that Maya
could simply slide open the deck door in her bedroom and let the dogs run
straight out into it unsupervised.

"This new world's pretty fuckin' crazy," Maya

said, looking up at him as they reached the door to her bedroom. "You must
feel like the luckiest man in the world."

Andy sighed a little. "I mean, on one hand, sure. On

the other, my brother and most of my oldest friends died to DuoHalo over the
last few months, so a lot of times, I'm dealing with survivor's guilt, y'know?
Why'd I make it and not them?"

Maya took his hand in hers, shaking her head at him.

"Don't get caught up in your head about it. It's too big for anyone to
think about, so you just have to learn to roll with it."

"Yeah, thanks. That's what everyone keeps telling me,

so I'm doing what I can to not dwell on it too much. Anyway, I'm glad you've
decided to join the family, and when you feel like the time is right, just let
me know and we can make it official."

Maya squeezed his hand a little bit, as if she thought he

might be planning to pull away. "Look, I talked to Em and Sares about it
while you were talking with your friend, and I decided I want our first time to
be like normal people, without all the complications of imprinting tied to it,
so I was thinking maybe you could come in, and I could give you a hummer to get
over that whole hump, so that when we do bump uglies for the first time, we
feel a little more like regular people. That cool?"

Andy smiled at her. "Hey, whatever you want, Maya. We

don't even have to do the imprinting now if you don't want to."

She looked down, unable to look him in the eyes for the

moment. "That's just it, Andy. I do want to. And we do kinda have to,
because sometime in the middle of dinner, I realized it was getting harder to
think clearly, and the one thing I don't ever want is to feel out of control of
my own body. So is it cool if we just do this now? I'm sure you've banged,
like, five or six people already today,”

"Actually, it was a pretty light day today," he

chuckled. "I provided for Jenny and Katie this morning, and Ash snuck in
while I was writing to have a quickie as a break, to make sure I wasn't sitting
all day."

"Good," Maya growled at him, as she grabbed his

shirt, "then you'll have a nice fat fucking load for me to swallow."
She pushed him into her bedroom, and closed the door behind her. The sliding
door was open just enough so that the dogs could come and go, and that made it
cool inside, the evening November air chilling the room a bit. "How should
I do this?"

"The minute you get it,you're going to black out, so

maybe I should lay down on the bed and you should just  "

Maya peeled her tanktop up and over her head, revealing

small tan tits with tiny brown nipples atop of them, tossing it aside. "I
think I'm the most flat chested girl in this house, so I hope you're okay with
that," she said, unbuckling the belt holding up her cargo pants as he
crossed the room to her. She must have had some large tattoo on her back,
because Andy could see what looked like a portion of a serpent's tail curving
around her waist.

He turned her head up suddenly and leaned down to press his

lips against hers in an intense kiss, feeling her tense up for just a brief
second before settling into it, relaxing. "You are absolutely fucking
beautiful, Maya, and I don't ever want you to think I'm just okay with
you. Got it?"

Maya grinned up at him, a softening in her eyes. "Em's

right. You are a magnificent and sappy bastard, but that makes you
lovable. Can I finish getting naked now, or you wanna make out a bit more
first?"

"I wanna make out a bit more first," he said,

grinning back at her.

"Yeah, okay."

They locked lips again, but even while they did, Andy could

feel Maya's hands unbuttoning his jeans, unzipping them. He was about to shift
to help her take them off, but when he did, she pulled back from the kiss,
shaking her head. "Leave'em on. I like the idea of feeling like a couple
of teenagers trying to get each other off quick before the parents come
home."

She turned them both and pushed him back onto the bed with

enough sudden force that he didn't even see it coming and just fell backwards
before she dropped her cargo pants down and stepped out of them, leaving her in
just a large pair of cotton panties. She started climbing onto the bed next to
him. "It's also that time of the month, and while Em said you aren't
squeamish about playing on the field during red tide, not for our first
time."

Andy moved just a little bit, shifting to brace his

shoulders against the pillows at the head of the bed, so he'd be able to watch
her. "Whatever makes you comfortable."

Maya frowned a little, her eyes narrowing at him. "Take

a more active hand in this, would you? I don't even know if you're ready for
this."

"I don't know if you're ready for this, Maya,

but you are gorgeous and I can't wait to feel you sucking my cock."

She winked at him, the frown disappearing. "That's the

spirit. Now let's see this mythical first contact orgasm," she said,
stroking his cock, sitting on her knees alongside him.

Maya moved to bend down, placing one hand against the top of

the bed as the other brought his cock to her lips, a jewel of opaque white
emerging from the tip of his cock to greet her. She leaned down and let her
tongue swipe the dollop of precum into her mouth, and suddenly began to shake,
her hand letting go of his cock to thrust down atop of the bed, keeping her up
on all fours as an intense carnal moan ripped from her lungs, her face obscured
from his view by that curtain of green hair.

"You motherfucker," Maya eventually spat in

between giggles and gasps. "You said it was gonna be strong, not, like,
the strongest fucking thing I'd ever fucking felt."

"The imprinting one's even stronger, everyone

says."

"Em said it was like being consumed by an orgasm until

she blacked out," Maya said, tossing her hair out of her face to turn her
brown eyes up at him. "She wasn't kidding?"

"That's in line with how most of  "

He was mid sentence when Maya suddenly shoved her face down

onto his cock, forcing it into her throat before pulling her head up, her tongue
spiraling around the head of his cock before she pushed her head back down onto
it again.

Over the last several months, he'd gotten more than his fair

share of blowjobs, far more than he'd ever thought he would get in his
lifetime, and he felt like he'd gotten familiar with most of the rhythms and
styles, but there was something hungry about the way Maya was doing it,
like she didn't want to pause, didn't want to break, hell, didn't even want to breathe
until she got what she wanted.

Her hands were gripping onto his hips, as her mouth slurped

along the length of his shaft, from tip to base, trying to hold down with it
engulfed for as long as she could every so often, no warning given when she was
deepthroating or just quickly fucking her face onto his cock.

He was along for the ride.

Andy could feel himself starting to get close, when Maya

popped her head off, one of her hands stroking his cock feverishly while her
eyes held his gaze with her own, as he suddenly felt like a deer in the
headlights, or a small animal caught under the gaze of a predator, the look on
her face having total control of the situation.

"You're gonna give me what I want, Andy," she

growled at him, licking her lips. "And I'm gonna swallow you down and wake
up a new woman, a kept woman, a bonded woman, a woman with a man who makes her
cum like a fucking hurricane. You have no idea how hard I'm gonna fuck the shit
out of you soon, but for now, you're gonna give me what I want. It's not your
fucking cum, it's mine."

She looked back down and started thrusting her face onto his

cock as quickly and deeply as she could, letting spit drool from her lips all
over his balls, filthy 'gluck gluck' sounds coming from the motions, until
finally Andy knew his resolve was shot, but he wanted to have one stab at
surprising her, so just before his balls drew up, his hands both reached down
to grab her head and pushed her face down until her nose was buried in the
trimmed pubic hairs of his crotch, and the first load of his cum blasted right
against the back of her throat, setting her into a a fit of orgasms, at which
point Andy was mostly just holding her head, while she spasmed in time with
him, feeling her do her best to swallow it all before he pulled her head off of
his shaft and rolled her limp body onto her side, as she whispered that word
that haunted him now, "Imprinting."

Andy moved to get her beneath the sheets and made sure the

dogs were inside the room before he closed the outside door, so that the room
would warm up. He would make a point to stop and tell Nicolette to come and
open the door in the late morning so the dogs could go back out and do their
business even while Maya completed the process.

She looked peaceful beneath the sheets. There were a few

speckles of his jizz on her cheeks, so he took one of his fingers and wiped
them off, sliding the finger into her lips, which she seemed to instinctively
suckle on for a moment before he pulled his finger free, having spent long
enough in the room that she'd fallen silent.

He moved outside of her room, and closed the door behind

him, leaning his back against it with a slight smile of relief. That, he
figured, would be the last person ever added to his family, if he had anything
to say about it.

Of course, as Emily had pointed out not so long ago, he

really did have very little say about it.

Chapter 40

He desperately wanted to get to bed, but there was work to

be done before he could sleep, and his brain was still moving a mile a minute.
It generally did, but his conversation earlier in the day had been rolling
around in circles over and over again. Phil was one of the smartest people he'd
ever met, but Andy knew everyone was capable of making mistakes.

There was something they were missing about all the

information Phil had presented to them. Phil's plan had all the things it
should, but there was so much that Phil hadn't had time to tell them. He wasn't
sure what he thought he might glean from it, but he decided to let it keep
running on cycles in the back of his brain for the rest of the night.

He hoped maybe it would just come to him.

Different people in his household went to bed at different

times, and typically, Piper and Sheridan went to bed not too long after dinner.
He glanced at his watch, seeing it was just past 10:30, and he figured they were
probably crawling into bed about now, since both were early risers.

Niko was probably also heading to bed about now, so she

could be up early in the morning, in case Lexi woke up before most of the house
was up. Niko tended to be an early riser as well, as did Lauren and Taylor, so
they were also probably also turning in for the night.

Hannah and Asha were typical college students without

classes, so they'd be up past midnight gossiping, and Taylor was probably more
than a little sad she couldn't join them, but as she'd told Andy at dinner, she
was taking her responsibilities over at 49ers HQ very seriously.

Fi and Moira were trying to get adjusted to West Coast time,

but the jet lag hadn't fully let go of them yet, so Andy guessed they were
probably starting to get ready for bed as well.

Em and Sarah kept their own schedules, but since Em planned

to talk to her family in the morning, she had likely turned in also, and where
Em went, Sarah usually followed, so he was fairly certain they were both
snuggling up in bed, bemoaning the lack of him there, but knowing that he would
join them when he was ready.

Tala and Jade had formed a surprising friendship and had

spent most of the day getting the pool house further converted into a workspace
for the curvier woman. Jade was used to teaching, so he suspected she probably
had also turned in relatively early.

Aisling, however, kept her schedule in tune with his, and so

he knew she'd be up, and willing to watch a bit of television before turning in
for the night. He'd found that she'd never seen Farscape so as of late,
they'd been making a point to watch an episode or two before bed every night,
and in between they'd chat a little bit about their respective days.

He was going to head down to the living room that was furthest

from the bedrooms, which had sort of become the default theater room of the
house, but found Ash in the kitchen, sneaking herself a pickle from the fridge,
so they sat around the kitchen island to have their chat before their nightly
television binge.

This particular night Andy walked Ash through what Phil had

asked of him, and as he talked through it, she asked pointed questions, most of
which he didn't have an answer to, but eventually, she asked one that he hadn't
even thought of, and it all snapped into sense for him.

"So why not just use this Evie as the test case,

instead of asking Jenny to do it?" she said to him.

"What?" Andy asked, as if it hadn't even occurred

to him.

"Look, she made it here safely, right?"

"Right."

"That means she was imprinted, and if Evie's being

asked to be imprinted to Nate, that means she was already imprinted to this
McCallister prick, and you can use that to analyze her blood and the effect
it's having on it. Shit, you could smear a little of McCallister's precum onto
her skin at first, check that it causes a rash, then give her a little from the
guy who's supposedly a de imprinter, then have Nate imprint her and take
her blood again. I mean, if this Evie wants to get out from under her husband,
ex husband or whatever, then she's gotta to be willing to show she believes in
all of this."

"I don't tell you that you're brilliant often enough,

Ash," he said, leaning into to kiss her, which started tender but
definitely amped up in intensity a bit before she pulled back, a wry smile on
her face.

"You don't, but it's okay," she said. "You

say it lots, and lots is brilliant. Before we head to bed tonight, though,
mister, I was given a request this morning, so we're going to go and fulfill
it, you and I. The request was made to me, because they were worried you might
take offense to it, but I want you to know, in advance, this is what everyone
wants, they're hoping you'll lean into it, at least a little, and the
safeword, should it be needed, is limoncello. Okay?"

She was pulling him to his feet, that playful expression

widening on her face, as he waggled his eyebrows. "You girls certainly do
love testing me," he told her.

"This one's not me at all, love," she said,

sliding her arm around his waist. "It's more of just a thing to show you
what you can be capable of when it's asked of you, and this particular play
partner wants even more than you gave her last time."

"Uh oh," he said. "That sounds like I'm not

living up to my end of the bargain."

"Stop. No," she said, squeezing his hip. "You

did great, but the girls in question just want you to know you can and should
go further."

She led him down towards the room they'd been planning to go

to anyway, the basement living room, but instead of heading for the television,
Andy saw that over near where he'd usually sit, one woman was standing and
another was kneeling, the room barely lit, as if the atmosphere of it was
important to the ambiance of the moment.

Andy's nighttime eyesight wasn't great, but as they got

closer, he could make out who the two people were. The woman standing was
Nicolette, but she had ditched her typical French maid's outfit for something
that looked a lot more dominatrix. She wore a leather corset that was tied
tight to force her tits into nearly a shelf of flesh, propped up and pushed out
but still marginally covered. She also had black leather shorts, fishnet
stockings and long leather high heeled boots that came up to her mid thigh. The
heels were at least a few inches, because it made Nicolette look huge, her blonde
hair done up in a tight bun atop her head.

In her hand was the end of a long leash.

At the end of the leash, on her knees, was Whitney,

completely nude except for the collar around her neck, her hair done up in
jetblack pigtails, her pale white flesh almost the shade of moonlight in the
summer. Her arms were folded together in front of her to make her smaller tits
press together, the rosy pinkness of her nipples like strawberries, her wrists
resting on top of one another, as if she expected them to be bound at some
point, or maybe they already were in her mind. He could see the black curls of
her pubic V peeking from between her thighs.

Ash took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "You did

well with Whitney the first time, babes," she whispered to him. "But
you need to know you can go further, you should go further, at least
every so often, and that she doesn't just want you to do that, she's going to get
off on it. I know that part of you is in there," she said, kissing his
cheek. "We just need to wake the bastard up."

Andy wasn't entirely surprised by all of this, if he was

being honest with himself. Early on, he thought he'd given Nicolette exactly
what she wanted, and then around when all the girls had presented their friends
for consideration for the house, Nicolette had told him to go even harder at
her. So he had. He'd been nervous out of his mind when he'd done it, almost
certain that she was going to scream for him to stop, that he was being too
rough, that she didn't want it.

Instead, she had thanked him at the end of it, and

told him that she was very glad he was learning that not all of his partners
enjoyed the same kind of sex, and that that wasn't a bad thing.

His first time with Whitney had been something of an

eyeopener as well, as she wanted him to go at her hard. He thought he'd
done enough to satiate her desires, but apparently she wanted to take him even
further. He wasn't even entirely sure what that entailed.

"Heya Master," Nicolette purred at him. "I

think it's time you give your little porcelain slut a real go, don't
you? She's been itching for round two, and it's about time you step up your
game. Haven't you, slut?" She gave Whitney a nudge with her foot, and the
brunette nodded.

"Yes Master. Our first time was very nice, but you're

capable of being stronger, harsher, more forceful," she said, not lifting
her eyes. "And this slut wants to see what you're truly capable of."

"I'm worried your friend's been hyping me up too much,

Whitney," Andy said, stepping closer, Aisling walking along with him, as
Nicolette toyed with the end of the leash idly. "I'm not entirely sure I'm
capable of what you think I am."

"She told your slut that you bent her over a table in

the hallway and pounded her slippery cunt until your cock was slick enough to
jam up her ass, and then pounded her until she came so hard her knees were
shaking and she couldn't sit properly for a few days."

"Well, I  "

"She told your slut that you grabbed a fistful of her

hair and shoved her face up against the wall and pinned her there while you had
your way with her, drilling her like she was just an object for you to take
your pleasure from."

Ash giggled. "It certainly sounded like that from down

the hallway," she said to him.

"Don't you start," he replied.

"She even told me you shoved her panties in her mouth

to keep her from making too much noise, even though you like it when a slut
uses filthy words, because you wanted to demonstrate how much control you had
over her."

"That wasn't  "

"That was fucking hot was what it was, Master,"

Nicolette said, licking her lips. "I almost expected you to put your hands
around my throat for a bit, and that would've just made me cum even harder. At
first, he didn't even take them off, slut, he just tugged them aside, like they
were an impediment that bothered him."

"Your slut finds all of that very attractive, Master,

and if she might be so bold," she said, turning her icy blue eyes upwards
to look at him, "she very much wants to meet that man."

"You can do this, Andy," Aisling whispered into his

ear. "And both Nicolette and I will be right here, making sure you don't
chicken out and/or go too far, whichever you're more afraid of."

He inhaled a deep breath, and Whitney suddenly turned her

eyes back downwards, as if she were a child caught looking at something she
wasn't supposed to.

"Before I start this, I want to confirm something.

Aisling told me your safeword is limoncello. Is that correct, Whitney?"

"It is, Master."

"And you will use it if I cross a line?"

"This slut does not think you're capable of that,

Master."

He stepped closely and reached forward, his fingertips

pinching one of her nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger, seeing her
wince even as she moaned a little bit. "No one knows what a man is capable
of, Whitney, especially when he's pressed too much or too hard."

"Yes Master," Whitney said. "Your slut

apologizes Master."

"Now answer my fucking question," he growled. He

wasn't setting out to hurt her, but at this point, it had been made abundantly
clear to him that he had a part to play, and if that was what Whitney wanted
from him, it was what he intended to deliver.

"If Master his slut beyond what she is capable of

withstanding, Master, she will say the word and ask for relief," she said
quietly, licking her tongue out over her bright red lips. "But until then,
she implores you to have at her without mercy or reservation."

"What limits do you have, Whitney?" he said,

unbuckling his belt, grabbing the metal buckle, a simple square with a single
stem in it, pulling on it to force the leather to come slowly slithering
through his belt loops.

"For you, Master? None at all. Your slut will do

whatever it is you ask of her."

He snapped the end of his belt out and then bent it in half,

holding it on the ends as he pushed the belt together, forming a giant circle
between two lines of leather, then yanking them apart to make a loud crack as
he snapped one against the other. "You seem awfully confident of
that."

He wasn't sure who moaned the loudest at that motion,

Whitney, Nicolette or Aisling.

"She is at her best when she is fulfilling her purpose,

Master," Nicolette said to him, a hint of amusement in her voice
"Pleasure and pain are kissing cousins in our world."

"Did I ask your fucking opinion?" he said sharply

to Nicolette, and he felt like he must have done so very convincingly, because
he could see her breath catch a moment, although he knew it was excitement he
saw behind her eyes, not fear.

"No Master. Sorry Master."

He looked down at Whitney, towering over her, as she

remained perfectly still. "When Nicolette came to me and asked me to bring
you into my home, Whitney, she told me of your previous partner, and how the
relationship you and he had was one of total dominance and submission. That you
did nothing without his permission. That you enjoyed being commanded, being
told exactly what you did and did have his consent to do, and that you found
freedom in surrendering your own initiative."

"Yes Master," Whitney said.

"I can fulfill that role for you, but it will take some

adaptation on your part, because as much as you may want to surrender complete
and total control to someone else, I don't want complete and total
control over someone else. Not all the time, anyway." He traced a
fingertip along her cheek, and he could feel her leaning in towards his touch,
as if she took comfort from the very contact of his skin against hers.
"I'm probably capable of giving you what you want. I can push and pull you
into place, slap your ass while I'm thrusting my cock into one of your holes
with the kind of roughness from the more disgruntled pornography I've seen. I
think I'm likely perceptive enough to know when strikes have crossed from
pleasurable pain into pure pain, at least most of time. I think I can live up
to my end of the bargain on this, but there are a handful of rules that are non
negotiable, you understand?"

"Tell your slut of your rules, Master, and she will

follow them," Whitney said, pressing a kiss to his fingertip.

"They aren't much, but they're important to me. The

first is that you will need to be in charge of your own voice, and that if you
aren't using it, I will start to doubt myself, and think I am doing something
unwelcome. Nicolette told me you're unaccustomed to speaking without being
ordered to speak, but this is a rule I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist
upon. You will speak whenever you think is appropriate or even might be
welcomed. If you think I am at all doubting my actions, and you want more
instead of less, you will need to provide the carrot, understood."

Whitney nodded. "She does, Master. Might you provide

guidance as to how she should speak?"

"The filthier the better," Nicolette said with a

giggle, looking at Andy as if she was afraid he might scold her, but when she
saw the smile on his face, she decided to elaborate. "I told you, Master loves
dirty talk, so if you talk, whore, you should be talking dirty. Nothing
clinical, only perverse. You do not have breasts, you have tits. You do not
have a vagina, you have a pussy or a twat or a cunt. And although I know it
goes against everything you've been taught for the last few years, you're going
to have to be a little proactive here, slut."

Whitney frowned a little, sighing slightly. "That,

makes this slut nervous, ma'am," she said, turning to look up to Nicolette.
"How will she know when it is right to remain in her place and when it is
right to act unbidden?"

Andy reached down and turned Whitney's head to look at him.

"You'll act on instinct, much like you're entrusting me to do. And I do
not expect perfection. You will make mistakes, and, frankly, I think you'll
probably enjoy being punished for them, so maybe I expect some of the mistakes
will be intentional and some will be accidental, but very little in this life
is truly unforgivable, Whitney, and I think we'll both do well to remember
that."

"Yes Master," she said, looking up at him with

adoring eyes. "What other rules do you have for your slut?"

"When you want to see this particular stripe of me,

Whitney, you will need to initiate it, you will need to ask for it, and not
just subtly, but actually vocalize and express your desire for the closed fist
instead of the open hand," he said. "By you regularly reminding me
that you enjoy this, it will reinforce in my mind what you expect out of our
arrangement."

"Did, did this slut not express it well enough before,

Master?"

"With communication, Whitney, more is always

better," he said confidently.

To be continued in part 25, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.

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