It was time. Rilian could bear it no longer. She found him in the living room, browsing designs and notes. That was a mistake; he should’ve been hunkered in his quarters with the door locked.

“Hey Ril, sup.” He made a double-take before realising the direness of the situation. “Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!”

“Oh, yes!”

“No, Kay save me!”

He kicked off the sofa, but Ril managed to grapple his arms and pinion him back to the upholstery before he fled. Her hyper optimised muscles made release nigh impossible, even for a frontier boy such as him.

“She’s fellating over bows at the range or floating in the HAS, far from earshot,” Rilian spoke breathily into his ear.

Jon stared back wide-eyed with terror, letting out a timorous whimper.

“I have a problem, Kel.” She pressed close to him, drinking in his scent. “It demands a lot of ‘attention’. I could readjust the hormones, but you insist we play the hands we’re dealt, and I need extra hands.”

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh kak, nee fok!”

“An inventory your purchase history shows your condoms have all expired. Regardless, I prefer an unfiltered experience. Rest assured, I am sterile and safe.” The poor Gamma appeared to have elevated breathing. All the while, his loins betrayed him against her pressed thigh. “I will take it slow, but it will certainly get faster.”

The boy regulated his breath to attempt speaking. “I-I’ve conceived of the practical implications. It’s just... you know, I’m standing on this bridge ready to bungee, and I feel a sudden desperate need to double-check the rope.”

“Do not worry; we will use my ropes.”

“Ah, Fuck!” There was a wildness in his eyes that she either wanted to tame or savage. Which? She wasn’t sure yet.

“You are the only one I can come with-, I mean ‘to’. You are the only one I can come to with this issue. Can you assist?”

The man nervously paused before mutely nodding, as if consenting to a final battle charge.

In a small but definitive voice, she said, “Good. Your safe word is 'Zebra.'” Urgently, she pulled them to a stand, never releasing her grip, and dragged him to her room. He faltered a somewhat: the mind said ‘go’, but the body said ‘no’. Or the other way round. Either way, they were both coming; she would make sure of it.

"W-What's your safe word?"

"Don't need one."

Vocally relenting Kel said. “If I do this, no more moaning in the shower, okay?!”

“In the shower? Sure. I hope your rooms have better soundproofing.”

His sluggish feet ceased as they reached the door, but Rilian refused to loosen her grip. Last-minute nerves could send the man bolting, and she had too much riding on riding him.

Inside her quarters, she swung the man around, standing between him and the exit as the Alpha advanced.

He pulled back, “Just give me a sec.” The uncertainty was gone now, replaced by a degree of committed acceptance.

Ril relented, releasing his arm to give him some reprieve. All escapes remained covered while she warily kicked off her trainers and socks, always keeping an eye on her mark. He would have to go through her, precisely where she ultimately wanted him.

Instead, he rolled and jostled his neck and shoulders as if limbering up for some sport. The shoes and shirt came off, and with eyes closed, he centred himself.

What a fascinating display; she quirked a smile. “What are you doing, Diver?” She surveyed his bare skin, ‘in the flesh’ as it were: the marks, flaws, and scars.

After a deep breath, they found each other’s eyes, and Jon saw Rilian. Not a flitting glance of shy infatuation or a sleazy ogle desiring possessive copulation, no, a piercing gaze as if he stared down the aeons of her countless lives head-on. “Okay. I’m ready.”

No, you’re not. Her T-shirt was summarily discarded as she drew close to him. Baring her violet laced brazier, she grasped his upper arms, skin on skin.

“What do you see, Gamma?” With a finger, she traced a scar about his shoulder.

“C-cup, you got the proportions and placement just right. They hang on you like you don’t need a bra.”

“And I don’t. Here.” Their breath mingled as she guided his hand behind and to the clasp. Deftly disengaged, the diaphanous fabric fell to the floor.

The man’s looks were imperfect, handsome in a way; well dressed and groomed, he might draw some eyes. Alphas did not care much for these things. What he was born with was not as enticing as what he made of it.

Kel noticed, “Your breath has a deep lingering scent of mint.”

“It’s in the saliva,” She stuck a finger in her mouth and wet his lips with it before letting him suck. Placing her head next to his she whispered and bit his ear. “a cosmetic, but effective, alteration.” The shiver was immediate; Rilian grinned with relish at the satisfactory response.

Switching he pushed her to the wall, lifting her and kissing deeply. Tongues mingled in undulating harmonies, and they drank each other in. Her fingers traced his jaw, rough over the stubble, to his slight cleft chin—an incomplete fusing of the jaw bone.

There isn’t a hair out of place on me—what little of those there are. I’m ‘perfect’, right? For most of his kind, this thing she wore was coveted treasure, and she obliged. She wasn’t there to judge after all; she was there to experience.

His knee pressed up into her moist sex, eliciting a moan. Exploring her waist and chest a right hand skimmed across her breast and found an erect nipple. It dallied there gently caressing and massaging the bud along with the handful of flesh below, before alternating to the left side.

They reluctantly broke away for breath.

She panted, resting on his forehead and clinging possessively to his shoulders, her clothed legs wrapped firmly around his waist.

Finally, she had release. Her desire being paraded before her for days on end had been tormenting.

“Why? Why are you so perfect?”

Blinking from her reverie, she simpered. Rilian was unprepared for his compliments to make her feel so bashful. A girl, her age should be beyond such things. But the way he earnestly enquired with those pensive eyes, set off something vulnerable within her.

Climbing off him and with a firm push, she forced the boy back to sit on her bed. Putting on a show, she salaciously unbuttoned her pants, shimmying them down her sculpted thighs revealing matching violet boy-cut panties. Trousers kicked to the side; she paraded in front of him.

“What is this worth Kel?” Sensually she rubbed her hands over her sculpted curves and breasts, dallying on erect nipples and the tingles they sent coursing across her nerves. Each touch let slip a throaty groan. Showcasing the supple pearlescent flesh of every flawless inch; she posed and swayed with practised allure.

His attention was undeniably captivated.

She switched to a casual lean and a flippant wave of herself. “It cost me nothing, and I printed it in a day. I am blank; nothing is earned. There is no story here, no art.”

“Look at you.” Stalking toward the bed, she crept up on his knees, stopping at his hips to unlatch the belt buckle. That undone she tugged the pesky pants off in one fell swoop.

He leaned back, and she leaned in.

“Born with a million mistakes.” She inspected his face and neck. “A trained jawline and bite, orthodontics I’d venture. Months to years of creeping pain to pull the teeth in place.” With a thumb brushing across his lips, she clinically tugged the jaw open, and he acquiesced. “Ah, there it is. A metal retainer to secure the bottom canines and incisors.”

Lifting away to appraise the rest of him, her gaze fell to his stomach.

“And these abdominals?” Her hand traced the varied washboard ridges. “Asymmetrically formed from birth and yet cherished with thousands of hours gruelling torture. Why? To grow and temper them that they might serve you.”

She drew his mouth to hers and tasted his authenticity again as she expertly folded her body into his.

The man’s erect member straining against fabric was impossible to ignore.

She ripped off his underwear, literally.

The hard cock stood proudly for her despite his momentary shyness, and Rilian admired the various imperfections there too.

Jon spoke up to explain. “Circumcised. There were medical reasons for it, and I was old enough to understand why. It was painful and took a few months to heal fully.”

Good, he was getting it.

“Help me out of these,” Rilian commanded.

His hands gingerly found her lean and aesthetically toned hips. Subdermal fat content was a fine-tuned variable on her frame, placed with exacting proportions and volumes to round out every desired contour. With thumbs hooked around the edges of her lingerie, he trailed them off. For all the reverence he showed, he may have been revealing some priceless art piece beneath drapes.

“Wow, that is… a well-constructed piece of wetware.” Her completely denuded and hairless sex was on full display to him.

“You have absolutely no idea how right you are, but you will.” Striding up close while he sat, her moist cunt was right before his face; lifting a leg over his shoulder gave him unobstructed vantage. “Please, do right by me Kel. The wait has been excruciating.”

“Yes, Mam.” Without further deliberation, his hands approached her clitoral nub, and he massaged it from both sides cushioned by the hood, languidly working his way inward. Finally, as his thumbs just barely reached it, she had her first climax. The resulting growl was unhinged. God, she had waited so long for that. The sides of her legs readily wetted with lubricating juices.

“That was way too soon.”

“Mmm... m-more nerves Kel, a lot more.” She bit her lip. “Why have two orgasms when you can have ten, twenty, one hundred.”

“Holy shit! That’s—” He stopped mid-sentence as the scent hit him. He sniffed, moving closer—deeper. He inhaled once more.

Ahh, she had chosen right, his expression said it all. “Raspberry. You smell like fucking raspberry.”

“Yes, but how do I taste? That’s the real question, isn’t it?”

With a quick breath, the Diver dove.

Ril’s respiration caught as he worked his tongue through her folds and the attention on her clitoris did not let up.

She threw her head back, savouring every millisecond pleasure. “Yes! That’s it!” She rocked with his rhythm for a minute, one hand firmly holding a scruff of his hair and the other fondling a breast, she climaxed a second time.

Coming up for air, he smacked his lips and commented. “Raspberry flavour, huh? Makes eating you out a lot easier. Lack of hair is also less abrasive.”

“Indeed it will, my Diver!” She unhitched her leg and drew Jon to the bed. Lying back on her pillow, he followed like a compliant lamb on a leash. With her legs splayed and lifted to his sides, his hardened penis was already positioned and tentatively nudging her labia apart.

Kel paused, looking down with a clinical eye. “Hmm, you’re not really as stimulated as I’d like just yet.”

Aww! He’s just too sweet! Two climaxes in and he was still thinking of her. Genuinely amused laughter escaped her lips.

“Have at it then my boy! You’ll not see me wanting for less attention.” No, I want all of it.

Hands and arms explored up and down her silken, smooth legs. Not a wrinkle or callous could be seen anywhere, the body was barely weeks old, after all. Such things were to be earned, not faked. The tingle of his arm hair and slightly rough fingertips teased her.

When he found her sex again, he massaged it edgewise with one hand as his thumb stimulated her glistening and swollen clitoris. The other hand diagnostically explored further.

There was no sacred g-spot in her, anywhere and everywhere would work, but he tested anyway. Each angle and gesture extracted pleasure-filled gasps and mewls from her lips.

She tried to talk just to hold the orgasms back. “Why... do you think... I MADE,” that was almost over the brink, “this body.” With her back arched into the mattress, her diaphragm flexed and clenched at every blissful pang.

He started sucking on her. “Oh, God, Jesus Christ! Just like that, Kel!” An ecstasy filled spasm and grunt later left more juices flowing from her.

The diligent man lapped them up, licking around his mouth as he resurfaced.

“You made this for yourself?”

“God no, Kel.” She cradled his authentic face the lines of a million emotions etched into it. Even now, she saw the gears of thought tick away behind those plain blue irises. “I can hardly reach down to drink my own cunt now, can I?”

“You can’t?” Feigned surprise was writ large on his face.

“No!” she giggled, “stop it, you silly man! Stop it, or I’ll cum again.”

“Well, you’re really twisting my arm.”

Grabbing his face, she stole another kiss. This one had a coveted intensity to it, with the aftertaste of her own liquids on his lips. She savoured that too.

“Here…” Guiding his head to a nipple, she made him suckle. “Yeees,” was her airy reply. “Drink me. I lactate when properly aroused, call it… an intra-workout for those lon—“, she whined, “—ger sessions.”

He switched to the other, now swollen, nipple.

“Goooood boy!” She felt the pent up pressure subside under his attentive suckling. He would have to keep coming back as they worked, but he, of all people, understood consistent routine. All the while, her clitoris had not gone forgotten, and a few quiet orgasms had peaked in the interim. She involuntarily ground her hips and swollen lips onto him, wetting his shaft in the process.

“So, you’re a parfait.”

“A-a what?” The description caught her off guard.

“Mint, vanilla cream, and raspberries,” he pointed as he went:” a parfait.”

She laughed so hard that the roiling and rubbing made her cum again. Ril held on to him, mouth agape as the convulsions subsided. Belaboured panting was the extent of her speech for heightened moments as she held his eyes.

Eventually regaining enough control, she said, “You’re having sex with a goddess’s body, built to pleasure you, and your first comparative is a lowly parfait!”

“To be fair, though, you’re far more calorie friendly. I wouldn’t be into eating parfaits every day. But you? I could manage.”

That produced more bouts of cackling and orgasmic spasms.

“Well, thank you so much, Jonathan Kelly! Please consider the menu a la carte, but if you don’t drink the milk, I’ll have to.”

“Well, we definitely can’t have that! Actually, no, that’s… that’s kinda kinky too.”

“Stop it, Kel! Just stop! Stop fucking about, and fuck me already. I’ve lost count, okay! Put your cock in me, and put it in, right the fuck now!”

“Yes, mam!” His stiff phallus had been waiting and tantalising her opening all through his cajolery, so he found entry almost immediately and thrust in cleanly.

Rilian’s engineered hymen abruptly broke, and she screeched; I always forget about the bloody thing. To be fair, the ratio of virginity to sex, even with multiple lives, was still heavily lopsided.

His momentum slowed at her response, but he bottomed out anyway, and she came in cascades.

Legs held tight around him so he would not move, and her voice became epileptic. There was a sincere concern on the boy’s face as she gagged and sputtered below him.

“Ril! Stay with me, what the fuck just happened, did I just… oh, new body. Bliksem, you should ‘da told me to go easy!”

Shaking her head was the best she could manage. Cuming that hard and with this unique mix of pleasure, pain, frustration, and yearning hadn’t happened in at least over a century. Low-tech was extraordinary! The denial, the waiting, the mistakes, the impotence, and finally him just there with her, in her. Worth every nanosecond. Another climax detonated up and down her spine, purely at the thought of it.

“Whoa! Are all those pulsations muscles? What the fuck is inside you?”

“You… stay… right where you are Gamma Boy,” she panted, “we aren’t nearly done yet.”

And he dutifully did, slowly undulating at first then extending his range and vigour. Inexorably he made Rilian climb to ever-higher bouts of climax for a good fifteen minutes.

The Tantric man elicited orgasms from her hips and lips every third to fifth stroke, also drinking from her periodically as he went.

After a stellar first act, he unfortunately slowed; “We’ll work on your endurance.”

“Will we now?”

“You certainly have the right foundations. Hard and unyielding under extended load, very rigid even now.”

“Why thank you, I’ll be here all night.”

“You damn right, you will.” The Gamma man had managed, an apoplectically euphoric debut. “My turn!”