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La Mariee	By : HunterOpera Category: S through Z > Warehouse 13 Views: 4783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“It's interesting,” Paracelsus said, letting the word hang between them. He was still sitting, comfortable and considering while Claudia knelt down in front of him, naked save for the belt he'd wrapped around her throat. She kept her eyes down, risking glances at Mika and Pete and Jinx and Artie, biting her lip. Her breathing was shallow, and she knew it was making her chest quiver invitingly – how could she not know this, with the way he was staring at her.
Her arms raised up for the sake of warmth and modesty, but a wordless noise from him made them drop them to her sides. He didn't have to take control of her body, something they both knew he could do, and she realized he wanted her complicity in this and hated him all the more for it.
There h-has to be a way out of this, she thought, mind working furiously, but there was no way out that she could see.
“What's interesting?” she whispered. Maybe I can get him talking long enough to think of something?
“You cannot distract me,” he said, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. “I am inside your mind, Ms. Donovan.”
“The Warehouse can't do that.”
“You can't make the Warehouse do that,” he corrected, looking back to the painting. “I had time to consider things and refine processes. If you weren't connected to the Warehouse, I probably couldn't.”
“Genius Loci,” mumbled Claudia. She could feel him rummaging through her mind, seeking the meaning of the words.
“Of a sort,” he smiled, leaning forwards. “I can seek into your mind as I can seek into the Warehouse, control your responses as I can control the responses of the Warehouse, but that's not what I find interesting.”
“What?”
“During my awakening, I had time to catch up on the scientific studies of your time,” Paracelsus said. “Better, I still have memories of the studies from the time that I created. Did you know that men suffer from a hysteria similar to that of women?”
“Women never suffered from anything, you misogynistic pig,” spat Claudia.
“Clearly.” He seemed amused by her outburst. “You cannot see what exists outside of your inherent inferiority, and that is no fault of your own. If you were male, you would make a good assistant. As it stands, you can still be of service.”
“Service...?” asked Claudia. She did not like where this was going.
“Yes,” he said, leaning forward in his chair. “It appears that men get distracted from higher thought by base desire. I intend to keep you at my disposal so that I can escape such distractions without abandoning my work. I may also use your mind to gestate ideas while I work on other things, rather like working on one equation while leaving a mixture to settle.”
“You want to fuck my mind as well as my body,” breathed Claudia, starring at him in horror.
“Quite.” He leaned back in his chair, studying her for a long moment. “Let us begin. Crawl over here, animal, and put your mouth to its best use.”
She stared at him, waiting for him to take control of her body, but that did not happen. Seconds passed them by, their eyes locked, she counting heartbeats. When a minute was approaching lightning flickered about them, reaching out and moving around the bronzed Pete. Paracelsus smiled; every advantage was his.
Bowing her head, Claudia began to crawl.
She kept her head down, the Warehouse floor cold and hard against her soft flesh. The distance between them was not far but it felt like a crossing of lifetimes, Claudia feeling less human with every step towards him. She was too aware of her small breasts hanging heavy underneath her, too aware of the way her ass swayed. She whimpered when lightning tickled the backs of her thighs, driving her forwards.
Too soon she was in front of him, between his knees. Her eyes darted up to meet his and she knew what he wanted. Moving closer, her trembling fingers found his belt, unbuckling that and unfastening his pants. A mad impulse took her and she pushed the zipper into his softest flesh, pulling down as violently as she could. He screamed, bloody, and
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and she blinked, looking up at his calm eyes.
“I'm in your mind, Ms. Donovon,” he said, eyes glazing over. He reached out, lazy fingers moving through her hair. “I control your body. There is nothing you are that I am not.”
To demonstrate this, he had her fingers gently unzip his fly, had her fingers seek out his engorged manhood. He forced her eyes to meet his, forced her tongue to pass her lips, forced her to pierce herself with his shaft.
He danced along her soft palette, touching the roof of her mouth, her tongue tasting every hard inch of him. He groaned above her, fingers moving through her hair, his soft shirt blurring in her vision as she pushed him down into the very back of her throat, choking on him.
“I can make the many timelines one,” he groaned, his hands clenched in her hair. She felt herself moisten and prayed that was something he was making her do, prayed that wasn't some sign of her own arousal and knew she might never know. “I can and will make this world in an image worthy of me.”
Sticky jets of liquid shot into Claudia's throat, she forced to swallow it all as she pushed him further down her throat. The world was turning blacker, sounds becoming tinny and distant, and though she was unbound she could do nothing but swallow as Paracelsus' cum slithered down her throat.
When sound and vision returned, he was standing over her and her body was her own again.
“Enjoyable,” he said. “We will experiment to see what I like best. Remember these lessons. Now, come. There is work to be done.”
She tried to respond but coughed, white goo dribbling past her lips and onto the floor.
“Lick that up,” Paracelsus said, annoyed. Still shattered, Claudia complied without thought, then stood to follow him as ordered. “You're still too proud, Ms. Donovon. You will crawl after me.”
She looked at him, blinking back tears as she slowly fell to her knees. Once kneeling, she found she could not look at him, could look at nothing but the floor – but when she heard him move, she hurried after him.
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