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Another surge of hot anger scalded through Forty-Two’s
circuits, pushing his E.S.O.U.L into unknown parameters. His fists clenched,
and for point zero zero one second, his primary program—combat mode—activated.
The indestructible metal exo-battle armor concealed beneath his artificial
flesh began to deploy, singeing the back of his neck as it sliced free of its
living camouflage.

He swiftly shut down the unexpected, unplanned reaction, an
immediate rerouting of code and command deactivating the armor’s deployment.
Until he knew what situation Falynn was in, he needed to maintain his human
appearance. Slashing his skin to ribbons with interlocking metal plates because
he was jealous wouldn’t help her if she needed him to continue his current
façade.

Without pausing for anyone in his way—who was going to cause
trouble for a seven-foot man who looked like he could fold you in two with just
his little fingers?—he brutally shoved his way across the crowded dance floor
and exited the bar, scanning sensors locked on Falynn’s heat signature.

He had to find her. Before Thanatos could kill her.

Or worse. Kiss her.

* * * * *

The exquisite pleasure-pain was absolute. Falynn ground her
teeth, throwing back her head into the hard, muscled shoulder behind her.
Corvan’s dimensional twin took full advantage of her position and captured her
neck with his mouth, sucking with brutal greed on the curve where her neck
became her collarbone, squeezing and molding her breast with equal force. His
fingers continued to work her sex, delving and wriggling into her sodden folds
even as Corvan sucked and nibbled on her clit.

Another wave of concentrated pleasure took her and she
gnashed her teeth together. Incinerating sensations consumed her, radiating
from her sex and her neck, rolling through her body to collide and converge in
her very core. The gripping pulses of her sudden orgasm still lingered between
her spread legs, pulses now being fed and nourished by the two men worshipping
her body. Tension—squirming, molten, prickling tension—began building again,
tingling in her spine, the soles of her feet. She rammed her hips forward,
harder against Corvan’s mouth and his dimensional twin’s hand. The chains
suspending her from the ceiling swung with her motion, adding to the sublime
pressure in her dripping cunt.

A gasp escaped her, raw and protracted. The Corvan at her
neck showed his appreciation of the sound by pinching her nipple and biting her
flesh. The Corvan between her thighs showed his by suckling with greater force
on her clit.

Falynn bucked again, thrashing in her chains, having never
felt so thoroughly used and revered at once. The hand on her breast worked her
nipple, twisting and flicking and pinching; the mouth on her neck scored a hot,
wet line from jaw to ear and back; the mouth on her pussy drank her flowing
juices, the tongue dipping into her folds before returning to her throbbing
clit.

Kiirs. Yes.
The cry rose in Falynn’s throat,
threatening to burst from her lips. She caught it—just—squeezing her eyes shut
and sinking her nails into her palms instead.

“Don’t fight it,” Corvan’s twin whispered in her ear,
cupping her breast. “Remember your screams of abandon and release the last time
we fucked. Remember how good they felt.” He slid his fingers from her pussy,
stroking them over the puckered hole of her anus. She felt her flesh grow damp,
painted with her own cream by the man’s fingers, and a shudder of anticipation
surged through her.

He pressed against her opening, pushing into her ass just as
Corvan pushed into her cunt with his tongue. The duel penetration was
exquisite. Falynn whimpered, bowing her back. Kiirs, she was on fire. She
rolled her hips, wanting the two men—the
one
man twice—to fill her.
She’d never wanted to be invaded, taken, so badly. Every molecule of her body
ached for release.

Another whimper slipped from her parted lips. Louder.

“Yes,” Corvan said softly against her sex, his breath on her
flushed, swollen pussy lips an inescapable, divine torture.

“Yes,” his other echoed, his slowly penetrating finger
sending wave after wave of pure elemental pleasure into her core.

“Yes,” she moaned, drowning in the tension of her rising
orgasm. “Oh Kiirs, yes!” She curled her hands around the chains attached to her
wrist cuffs and rolled her hips, unable to stop the urgent need to join the
rhythm set by Corvan and his twin. She drew her knees up as far as the chains
allowed, spreading her legs wider, granting the mouth on her sex and the finger
in her ass greater, deeper access.

Wet rapture crashed through her. The tingle in the soles of
her feet became a burn, the itch in her spine an inferno. She curled her toes,
throwing her head back to cry out silently as one spasm after another rocked
her body.

And just when she felt sure she could take no more, when her
body had reached its limits of pleasure, Corvan snapped to his feet, curled his
fingers into her hips and sank his thick, long cock into her cunt.

At the exact moment, his twin withdrew his finger from her
ass and replaced it with
his
cock.

The sensation of being filled completely was immediate and
mind-blowing. Their two shafts stretched her to the limit, a stinging pain so
wonderful and erotic she finally cried out. The raw sound bounced off the
sex-den’s walls, came back to her and fed her lust. A shudder racked her, and
her pussy and ass squeezed tight. Fresh cream gushed, slicking Corvan’s cock as
it thrust in and out of her cunt, and drenching his twin’s balls as they
slapped against her ass cheeks.

Another cry burst from her throat. Louder. She bucked, the
never-ending pulses of her orgasm growing stronger, stronger. When Corvan
lowered his head and took one stiff nipple in his mouth, biting it with savage
force as his twin pinched her other, she had no choice but to cry out again.
“Kiirs, yes!”

The two Corvans pumped into her harder, faster, possessing
her totally. Suckling and biting and squeezing her breasts as they drove into
her again and again and again. The feel of their ramrod lengths pressing and
sliding together through the thin wall of her sex stole her breath. Made her
giddy. Commanded climax after climax. Her breaths grew shallow, rapid. She was
sure she was going to hyperventilate, but couldn’t stop. Control deserted her.
She writhed in her chains, burning and drowning at once. Incapable of doing
anything except become lost in the pure, concentrated pleasure owning her.
Claiming her.

“Oh, fuck me.”
Her moan sounded more like a shout but
she couldn’t hold back. Not anymore. When it felt like she was going to die
from sensory overload, what else could she do but voice her last wish?
“Fuck
me harder. Harder. Harder!”

They did exactly as she demanded, penetrating her with such
force her cunt clamped down on Corvan’s cock; her ass, around the cock of his
dimensional other. Each worshipped her breasts, her throat, her neck with their
mouths. Each continued to drive into her, their strokes becoming wilder,
faster. She felt their cocks pulse. She opened her eyes and stared blindly at
the ceiling, seeing nothing, feeling everything, no longer Falynn Mavek but a
creature created by Corvan Jareth. A creature of pleasure absolute.

Corvan’s other came first, hot cum erupting from his cock’s
distended tip. She felt it fill her ass. Felt its liquid warmth squeeze from
her opening as his strokes became erratic.

“Oh fuck!” he roared, nails digging into her hips, cutting
into her flesh.

Her
Corvan crashed into her, his climax claiming him
with immediate force, turning his rhythm to powerful convulsions and his low
moans to a roar equal to his twin’s. “
Fuck
, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

The frenzied conviction and surrender in his cry pushed
Falynn completely over the already shattered edge of restraint. She arched, her
final orgasm an explosion of rapture and carnal delight. Destroying the last
threads of her control without remorse.

“Yes, yes, yes!”
she screamed, riding them both,
dying, only to be reborn in the scorching pleasure consuming her.
“Fuck me,
Corvan. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

* * * * *

Forty-Two stood motionless in the passageway, stare fixed on
the closed door before him. He didn’t need his highly tuned artificial aural
sensors to hear Falynn’s screams. Her voice, thick and raw with complete
release, carried through the sex-den’s insulated metal panel.

“
Fuck me, Corvan. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Corvan.

Thanatos.

The ghost he’d been competing with since his resurrection.

An explosion of electrical impulses surged through
Forty-Two’s positronic matrix and for a split moment, not even one millionth of
a second, he wanted to blast away the door with his built-in deax gun and rip
Falynn’s heart from her—

[remote host initializing hostile connection]

Forty-Two froze, tense, his positronic matrix engaging with
the remote host.

[remote hostile connection established]

[switching to command override mode]

[commence download updated strategic mission program]

He stood motionless, eyelids fluttering rapidly as string
after string of code dumped into his core processor, overriding his sentient
program.

[updated strategic mission program download complete]

[initialize GU UZ action priority-one]

Forty-Two blinked twice, returning to active service. A
sequence of alert messages suddenly flashed through his neural net, his
E.S.O.U.L program instantly recognizing the source of the hostile override and
trying to negate the command.

No, this is not right. This is wrong. You cannot allow
Interplanetary Alliance Council to
—

With a sharp, fast blow, he smashed the side of his hand
into his neck, just below his right ear. A violent twitch jerked his head to
the left as his E.S.O.U.L program shut down.

He lowered his arm back to his side, free of emotions for
the first time since his resurrection. It was an irrelevant waste of processing
space anyway. A weakness he did not need or want anymore.

He stood still, staring at the sex-den’s door, listening to
Falynn’s cries of sexual passion on the other side as he processed his new
orders from the GU.

Lips stretching into a wide, empty smile, he turned and
walked along the passageway, heading back to The Steam.

It was time to find the M.E.Lii.

Her skin felt soft. He trailed his fingertips over the
smooth, gentle curve of her hip, tracing the languid path with his gaze. He’d
dreamed about the velvet touch of Falynn’s skin for three years. Had lain awake
every night in his bed, drawing forth the memory of her skin and its sublime
perfection despite the tiny scars charting the journey of her training. He’d
fantasized about pressing his lips to those scars, kissing away the pain of
each until both he and Falynn became hot and wet with arousal.

His dimensional twin was back in his own temporal thread,
returning to his rightful existence in an instantaneous tearing of time after
giving Falynn a not-so-gentle kiss. And telling her with a sly, almost evil
grin, “I’ll give your other your best.”

Just as arrogant and smug as he, Corvan of True Time, had
been three years ago.

Corvan looked down at the woman beside him, reliving that
moment again. Not ready to answer the questions he saw in her eyes, he’d gently
removed Falynn from her chains and carried her to the bed, lowering her to the
mattress with infinite care. She’d parted her lips, but he’d silenced her with
a long, slow kiss. A kiss that had turned into an exploration of each other’s
bodies, just as long and slow.

Now they lay stretched together on the bed, their stomachs
and hips touching, their legs entwined, and it was all he could do not to roll
her onto her back and make love to her again. But there were issues to be
addressed first. Questions to be asked and answers to be given. Lifting his
gaze to her face, he found her looking at him. Studying him with eyes that
revealed nothing of her thoughts.

“Why did you disappear?”

Her question, while not unexpected, make Corvan’s chest
tight. What should he tell her? What did she already know?

“Why didn’t you contact me?”

He smiled. Her second question was easier to answer. “To
keep you alive.”

Falynn frowned. “That makes no sense.”

Brushing a loose strand of hair from her check, he gently
touched her jaw before resting his hand on her shoulder, drawing small circles
on her skin with the pad of his thumb. “It would if you understood the
circumstances of Thanatos’ demise.”

Her jaw clenched and he saw familiar stubborn anger in its
angle. “So tell me.”

“Are you going to attempt to complete your mission?”

His question brought a faint pink heat to her cheeks and he
chuckled silently. Proserpina was skilled at deception and subterfuge, but not
with him. No matter how hard she’d tried during her training, she’d never been
able to control the delicate blush a direct unwanted question from him always
created.

“No,” she answered, meeting his level gaze with her own. “I
am not going to try to kill you.”

“And the other part of your mission?”

Her muscles stiffened for a moment before she shook her
head. “No.” She paused for a second, studying him closely. “What
is
the
weapon? Why does the GU want it back so badly?”

Corvan’s chest tightened again. Three years spent in hiding,
three years spent protecting one little girl who trusted him completely and
utterly. Could he answer Falynn now? Could he tell his ex-student everything?

He looked at her.
Really
looked at her. Not just the
sensual creature he desired, but the woman she’d become since he’d left. He saw
the young, determined, fierce woman he’d fallen in love with three years ago.
Saw the empty, wounded woman he’d left in his absence. He’d spent three years
protecting Emylie, and three years denying the one wish he’d held since Falynn
Mavek entered his training dojo—to be with her. In every sense of the word.
Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually.

Could he answer her?

“I was taken from my mother as a baby,” he said, keeping his
voice calm and composed. Falynn’s frown deepened but he continued. “I never
knew her. Nor my father. I was sent to the Phase Pits, the ‘guidance’ camp on
our fifth moon where all
chr’nos
are trained. It is brutal. Harsh.
There’s a ninety-seven percent death rate. For the first four years, a
chr’nos
is cared for by a nameless squad of genderless Phase, and I use the term ‘cared
for’ loosely. The infants are fed when they’re hungry and clothed when they’re
cold. That is it.

“On a
chr’nos’
fifth birthday, they are stripped of
their attire and told to survive. And their training begins. Temporal and
dimensional warfare is an ugly thing. Unpredictable. When you’re fighting for
your very existence against someone who can Call upon any number of their
others to attack you at any time, you must be always alert. Sleep becomes a
luxury, death your constant companion. It is that way until you’re released
from the Pit. Those who survive the training become
chr’nos
.

“There is little the Phase cannot do, but there is one
constant even we can’t deny. All Phase, whether Upper Echelon or
chr’nos
,
have
one
existence anchored in True Time.
One
existence that can
Call, but cannot Traverse. There must be one constant True Time or the temporal
and dimensional weave would unravel and chaos would follow. All Phase are
limited to this anchor. Except me.”

Falynn frowned. “Except you?”

“When my people discovered I was able to Traverse, to jump
to my other dimensional existences at will, the experiments began. I was seven.
I spent my days in the Pits and my nights in the lab. My existence—on every
temporal and dimensional plane—was pain. The Phase scientists and Upper Echelon
wanted to know not only
how
I could do what I did, but how they could
modify the genetic structure of others to do the same. It wasn’t enough to
govern
dimensional space and time, they wanted to dominate and control it as well.”
Corvan swallowed the bitter, decades-old resentment rising in his throat. It
served him no purpose. He’d left it behind the day he’d escaped Phase to join
Unit Zero.

True to the Proserpina he’d trained and longed for, Falynn
remained silent for a long moment, digesting what she’d just heard. Considering
it. Weighing it in her mind. “What does this have to do with the bio-weapon?”
she finally asked, her poise almost hiding the tremor Corvan heard in her
voice. “What does this have to do with the M.E.Lii?”

“M.E.Lii is not a weapon, Proserpina,” he answered, holding
her stare. “Emylie is a child. A six-year-old little girl.”

Falynn moved away from him a little, confusion etching her
face. “A what? The GU’s bio-weapon is a child?”

Corvan shook his head. “She is
not
a weapon. She is a
cure. Emylie carries a genome abnormality that can reset, for lack of a better
word, the DNA strand of any humanoid with a fatal disease.”

Falynn’s eyes widened and she sucked in a swift breath. “By
Kiirs.” She stared at him, struck silent. He could see the reality sinking in
of what Emylie could bring to the known systems. A frown pulled at her
forehead. “Emylie was your target three years ago? You were sent to kill her?”

He nodded.

“Why? The GU sent me to kill
you
, not Emylie. My
mission was to bring her back. Return her to the GU immediately. Why would they
want her dead three years ago but not now?”

“I don’t know. Three years ago, the Galactic Union didn’t
want to entertain even the idea of the bio-cure she holds escaping their
control. If it became readily available it would severely reduce their profits
from medical supplies and health taxes. It would bite into a massive chunk of
revenue and reduce the effectiveness of bio-scare tactics used to control the
GU populace. It was deemed better to kill her than take the risk.

“The hit was ordered by the GU’s head scientist and
sanctioned by Pretorik Ipari, the premier at the time. I found Emylie in a lab,
strapped to a metal table, with tubes inserted into her armpit and elbow
pumping fluid out of her body, and tubes inserted into her stomach and neck
pumping fluid
in
.”

Disgust shone in Falynn’s eyes. “Oh Kiirs.”

“Why the scientist didn’t kill her himself, I don’t know.”
Corvan clenched his jaw, the cold rage he always felt when thinking about the “man
with the needle” licking through his veins. “A sense of guilt? A weak stomach
for something so hideous? I plan to ask him one day. Before I snap his neck.”

The frown returned to Falynn’s face and she shifted, sitting
up slightly to look down at him. “You took her? You’ve kept her from the GU for
three years? Why? When she can cure so many people?”

“Because she’s a child, Falynn. She’s just six years old.
The first three years of Emylie’s life were spent in a GU lab. She never saw
the sun, she never got to play with other children, she’d never owned a doll.
When she’s old enough to choose what happens to her body, then I will find a
scientist who sees her for the
cure
she represents, not the credits.
Until then, she deserves the right to be a child, a little girl growing up as
normally as she can. Not exploited. Not hunted. Not living in fear.”

Falynn studied him silently, her throat working as she
swallowed, her brow creasing as she digested his words. She was surprised. He
could tell. He hadn’t meant to be so vehement.

“I still don’t understand why they would want her dead three
years ago and not now,” she said again, voicing the mystery that also nagged
Corvan. “What’s changed?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know,” he repeated. “But I
will
kill anyone who tries to harm her again, even if I have to tear the very fabric
of time and space to do so.”

Falynn tilted her head, regarding him with unwavering,
unreadable eyes. “Is that a heart I hear beating in your chest, Unit Zero Agent
code name Thanatos?”

“I’ve always had a heart, Proserpina,” he said
matter-of-factly. “You stole it the day you walked into UZ and demanded to
become an agent.”

Falynn gasped, a soft sound he caught with his mouth. He
kissed her. A slow, gentle kiss.

Her tongue touched his bottom lip, just as gentle, before
dipping into his mouth to trace the edge of his teeth. A low groan vibrated up
through his chest and he parted his lips, the taste of Falynn flooding his
senses. Fri’ac, she tasted so good.

Sliding her hand over his rib cage and down his stomach,
Falynn broke the kiss. Barely. “Is Emylie safe right at this moment?” The
burning hunger in her eyes told Corvan exactly why she asked.

“Did UZ send anyone else?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “They sent me. Their
second-
best
agent. Why would they need to send another?”

He nodded, chuckling silently at her self-mocking conceit.
“Then she is safe.”

A slow smile curled Falynn’s lips and she smoothed her hand
lower down his abs, the tips of her fingers brushing the head of his growing
erection. “Good.”

Her hand slipped lower still, followed by her lips and her
tongue, and for a long, exquisite moment, Emylie was the furthest thing from
Corvan Jareth’s mind.

* * * * *

Forty-Two disengaged the locking mechanism on the door
before him, slid it open and entered Unit Zero Agent Thanatos’ apartment.
Stopping one step in, he closed the door and began to scan the quiet, dimly lit
room for life signs.

A small heat source radiated from the adjoining room to the
left, motionless and quivering at once. What appeared to be of the same species
of feline singing earlier in The Steam, its small body pressed low to the floor
as if it waited to see what would happen next.

Forty-Two dismissed it. The juvenile Felinia presented no
threat or assistance in locating the M.E.Lii.

[GU action priority-one target search continue]

Stepping deeper into Thanatos’ home, Forty-Two scanned for
other signs of life. Child-size signs. The kind of size perfect for cowering
under a bed or hiding behind a large piece of furniture.

The Doirnn bouncer Forty-Two had questioned in one of the
spaceport’s more isolated passageways had professed—quite ardently in fact,
despite watching his fingers being torn one by one from his hand—no knowledge
of Thanatos’ true identity, nor if he possessed a bio-weapon. The man had
blubbered and sobbed and whined about Thanatos—whom he’d called Corvan
Jareth—being “just a bouncer, just a bouncer for
Dyri’s
sake, he’s just
a bouncer who wants to be left alone to take care of Emylie!”

Scanning the silent, deserted rooms, Forty-Two replayed the
vid of the man’s wailing through his visual CPU, noting with detached interest
how much blood spurted from the torn stumps on his hand.
Takes care of
Emylie, that’s it. Oh God. That’s it! For Dyri’s sake, he just wants to take care
of Emylie. Please don’t hurt me anymore, please don’t tear my—

M.E.Lii.

The coincidence could not be ignored.

[GU action priority-one target search continue]

Crossing Thanatos’ apartment, he entered the adjoining
bedroom, switching to detect mode. If someone had been in there in the last
sixty minutes, their residue heat signature would still be visible. No matter
how small they were.

He scanned the small, simple room. His bio-sensors detected
trace remains of both male and female, with a heavy concentration of male on
the bed—this was obviously Thanatos’ sleeping quarters—but apart from that,
nothing.

[GU action priority-one target search continue]

He turned, taking a step toward the door. And stopped.

Two sets of approaching footfalls vibrated the floor outside
the apartment. One heavy. One light. Child-size light.

A hum announced the door sliding open and then a soft,
high-pitched voice floated into the room in which Forty-Two stood. “Do I
have
to tell him?”

“Corvan Jareth will want to know why you did not go to
Jymia’s house as planned,” an even, modulated female voice replied. “And why
you left school to play with the Felinia on Level 7. It is fortunate I found
you.”