Page 32 of Pet: Genesis

“First question?” he murmurs, placing a soft kiss on my hip bone. I open my mouth to speak the very moment he dives back in.

“How long has it been since you invaded?” I moan through my words as Remus purposely manipulates my body. He stops, rising above me as he pulls my legs so that my lower body is hanging off the table. He then places one arm on the side of my head just as his finger slips inside my wet channel. My breathing hitches as my inner walls close around his fingers, the throb I felt intensifying as it begins to build from his movement.

“Hmm, I guess it would be thirteen of your human years. Though I have been back and forth, this is the first time I’ve remained for longer than a few of your months,” he says.

I repeat the number in my head over and over again, hoping to solidify it. For as long as they’ve invaded, I’ve been curious about just how much time has passed—how much of my life I’ve lived. But I don’t have the chance to dwell on it as Remus pushes another finger inside of me, coaxing my arousal further. My legs involuntarily spread wider, my hips moving toward his hand. I make sure to bite my tongue to stop the moans from leaving my lips.

“You’re doing surprisingly well,” he laughs. I open my eyes just in time to see him pulling his fingers from my sex. They’re glistening with my juices, and he keeps his gaze focused on mine as heplaces them in his mouth. The action is erotic in itself, causing my inner walls to clench in anticipation.

“Let’s see how far you can get,” he adds as he moves over me. I hear the sound of him unfastening his pants, and I tense when I feel his heated tip rubbing alongside my outer entrance as he coats himself in my arousal. His eyes meet mine as he positions himself at my entrance and enters me. He pushes with a maddeningly slow pace that stretches my inner walls pleasurably. I find myself arching my back, my hands pressing against his chest. I open my mouth to groan but settle for a gasp.

No noise. No noise. No noise.

Remus pulls out of me slowly before thrusting back in with speed and power that forces out a sound. My hands fly over my mouth, and I bite my tongue.

“Second question,” he says huskily over me.

My voice comes out shaky, but I speak.

“Why are you so different from your race?” I spill the words out quickly so that I don’t moan in between. Remus smiles softly, and I feel his hands snake up my body. He leans in, licking my throat, forcing pleasure to rocket through me.

“Such a clever pet,” he says softly. “Why don’t I answer that one later?”

Before I can complain, his lips latch onto my throat, and I feel my body being lifted from the table. Remus moves back to his seat, with me positioned on top of his lap as he remains lodged inside of me. I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, my breathing trembling from his lack of movement. When I open myeyes, his eyes are focused on mine. He slowly reaches up, snaking his hand between my breasts to rest at the base of my throat. His thumb lightly trails over the sensitive flesh before he cups my jaw, pulling me in close. His eyes remain on my face as he pulls me in, his lips closing over mine.

His fingers snake through my hair, pulling me in deeper for the kiss, and I feel him lightly tracing his tongue over my bottom lip. Suddenly, he begins to thrust. I cry out, and he uses the moment to push his tongue into my mouth, stroking every corner until he has tasted everything I have to offer. The penetration from this angle is too deep, forcing cries from my lips. I break the kiss, tossing my head back as my moans echo off the walls. I feel Remus’s hands wrap around my waist, holding me steady atop him as his thick length plunges deep inside my wet channel. I feel everything from this angle. My nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders as my pleasure builds even further. He won’t give me a break, nor will he slow down.

My inner walls begin to quiver slightly from the feel of his shaft thrusting in and out of me. His earlier actions between my legs have left my body alive and wanting with need for him. I feel his fingers thread through my hair, and he roughly jerks my head back, exposing my throat to him. His tongue leaves a scorching trail over my exposed flesh, accompanied by the light scrape of his teeth. I think he’s going to bite me, but he doesn’t. He only kisses me. Gently. Which is a stark contrast to what he’s doing to my sex. His hands move from my throat to my shoulders, to my waist, and he holds me steady just as he gives three hard thrusts, forcing mybody to orgasm. My inner walls clench around his shaft, pulsating as pleasure rocks me. I close my eyes, unable to focus any longer, just as ecstasy washes over me.

I feel Remus shudder underneath me, sheathing himself all the way before the warmth of his seed fills me from the inside. The feel of him draws my climax out even more, and eventually, I come down from my high, my body so weak that I fall forward on Remus, lying against his chest. His hair lightly tickles my face as I lay in the crook of his neck. I’m weak and trembling. Yet Remus has barely even broken a sweat. His body is warm like always, and there is a light glow across his chest, but that’s it. He’s barely winded.

“I win,” he chuckles.

I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Remus exit the bathroom. He’s naked once again, and I find myself studying him in fascination. I’ve never seen a man naked before. But Remus has set a high standard if there were ever a person to come after him. His body is lean, and his chest and stomach are lined with defined muscle. My eyes slowly drift to the softened cock between his legs. Even when he isn’t aroused, his size is intimidating. I also note that the light trail of hair that appears at the lower half of his stomach and trails to his pubic bone matches the color of his hair. It’s a peculiar sight.

“Enjoying the view?” I quickly look away, embarrassment washing over me.

Remus finds amusement in my reaction.

“You can look at me, Iris. It’s only natural for you to be curious. Or even aroused,” he chuckles, walking away from me.

After a few minutes, he comes back to me, my blood running cold from what’s in his hands. It’s the pink liquid. He hands it to me, eyeing me expectantly, so I bring it to my lips, drinking it down.

“The Leviathan race is a powerful group of people. They have been in existence for a very long time. The race’s society was originally based on predation and domination. They have always been a race that works for each other. Never against one another.” I stop my sipping as Remus speaks to me, explaining a history no human knows.

“My mother came from a world unknown to the Leviathan. She always was, they would say. She is considered an elder among the Leviathan. A leader. She lived for many years among them. She guided them into being a civilized society and led them into prosperity. Unfortunately, with all weaker races, there comes a time when they believe in ruling themselves. And out of their greed, they sealed my mother away, leading to their downfall.”

My attention has been completely captured as Remus tells me how he came to be. I may very well be the only human ever to hear or have heard this story from the being himself—the story of how one of the most powerful beings came to exist.

“They fell into chaos without her and almost died out. So, when they came to their senses and asked for her return, it was too late. She had left the people who condemned her. And though they betrayed her, there was a soft spot in her heart for the society she created—the people she guided into a cultured civilization.”

“I have my mother’s traits. Her eyes. Her hair. Her abilities. As do my siblings. This symbolizes our divinity among this society and why we are so different from the Leviathan because we are the spitting image of our mother. The one who saved them from themselves.”

I stare at Remus with wide eyes, completely worn down from trying to wrap my mind around what he’s telling me. Remus steps closer to me, kneeling as he takes hold of my hand.

“So, you see, Pet. I am different because I am not Leviathan.” His gaze is focused on my palm as he places something in my hand, closing my grip around the object.

“And, for the sake of my mother’s love, I lead this race to salvation. Just as she did. Without me, they would burn,” he says.

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