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Chapter Seven

-October 22nd, 2006-
The Riverside Drive mansion


Evening fell on the mansion without much spectacle. Constance had been alone most of the day; Proctor had followed Aloysius out on some assignment. Only the housekeeper stayed in the house. Constance didn’t really feel at all comfortable stuck in her old cage again. Most things had remained exactly the same but others had changed so much she wondered if she had wandered into another realm. Aloysius seemed to be almost avoiding her this evening. No small talk was made during dinner, nor was there the customary kiss to her forehead while bidding her goodnight.

Inside the walls, Constance stood behind a large double panel that allowed her to view into his bedchamber. Aloysius was standing in a state of half dress. His jacket was hanging on a black silk padded hanger as his fingers busied themselves releasing his belt and pants. As he unbuttoned his shirt, a series of items were revealed to be carefully taped to his chest and abdomen. Without making a face he ripped the items away and carefully placed them into a black bag with invisible pockets. Undressed to only charcoal grey boxer briefs, Aloysius’ phone suddenly buzzed softly in on the dark bedcovers.

“Hello, Margo.” Taking the phone to his ear, he spoke without looking at the screen. “How are you? Has anything strange occurred?” Aloysius paused, listening. His breathing quickened. The sparkling pale scars over his ribcage only accentuated a dangerous sensuality to his toned torso. “Very good Margo, keep in contact.” The phone snapped shut and in one swift movement Aloysius stripped himself of his underwear.

Constance bit her lips behind the wall and trailed one hand absentmindedly over her swollen breasts. Aloysius was almost a mirror image of his brother in one respect at least; his male anatomy, more than ample even in a flaccid state, promised him to be a very satisfying lover for any woman. The perfect curls of the palest gold fanned from his manhood to a trail that didn’t quite reach his belly button, leaving the rest of his torso bare of hair. Only a ultra fine dusting of silken down graced the very center of his sternum. The long sculpted legs were so defined, every little movement showed through his milk-colored skin. Constance felt a stab of disappointment when he threw on the black velvet robe that had been laid out on the bed. She followed as he moved into the glass and marble adjoining bathroom.

A memory flickered through Constance’s mind and a shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the chill of the old house. Diogenes and Aloysius, two sides of the same coin, forever bonded to each other. A mixture of sadness arose within her for their misunderstandings and love lost.

The sound of water running drew her back to the absolute present. Aloysius stood inside the clear glass shower with his head buried in the pouring stream. Arching his back, Aloysius stretched to his full height with both hands planted spread eagle above his head. The warm water soothed his senses and he began to relax. A moment later he regained his purpose and reached for the natural oatmeal soap. Delicate long fingers worked the soap into a thorough lather on his skin; tiny bubbles refracted the overhead light. As he worked to bring his body to a perfect state of cleanliness, Constance floated away on her own memories.



-February 14th, 2006-

London, England
The Millennium Bridge
10:34pm


A kiss was so delicately placed on her lips that she only felt a soft brush of pressure. She waited for a second before opening her eyes. Diogenes’s face was held only a few centimeters from hers; the tips of their nose still touching. Constance looked into his mismatched eyes trying to decide how to continue the odd situation she was in. His arms wrapped around her waist with gentle firmness, pulling her against him.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” Diogenes’ voice was a soft lull, and his eyes pleaded with her in the glow of the distant fireworks. Constance sighed into his embrace, holding the distance between their lips, her eyes finally submitting. The second kiss was just as delicate but as soon as she kissed back it intensified with sudden explosions. Seeking more warmth from the chill of the night air, Constance reached into his open coat, placing her arms around his hard frame. A hunger that had so long been denied roared like a feral beast unleashed. He smelled of gingery spices and the wine from dinner, but he tasted like black Russian tea. Something stirred beneath his waist and a pressure pressed into the pit of her stomach.

Diogenes broke the kiss, nipping a bit on her lips before pulling away to speak. “I believe, my dear, we need to find shelter from the night before realizing this to the end.”

Inside Diogenes’ London loft candles glowed from every flat surface. Blue silk was draped over the cream-colored Egyptian cotton bedding. Constance stood in the entrance, gazing at the bed with a drum beating inside her chest. She was still in her evening gown, and it was becoming an uncomfortable confinement. Diogenes dropped his coat over the large modern chair and placed his hands over her shoulders, kneading the delicate skin, sending a tingle down her body.

Closing her eyes, Constance turned around, pressing her cheeks into his chest. Diogenes took a long slender finger, and drew up her face to his, sealing their lips together once more. In a swift movement Constance’s feet left the ground as Diogenes lifted her into the cradle of his arm one handed. Using his other hand, skilled fingers undid the fastenings of her gown, freeing her from the binding clothes.

Delicate touches of his elegant fingers to her bare flesh set the kindling spark inside her ablaze. She savored the control in his lips and the abandon in herself. Where he was leading her she didn’t know, but wherever it was it was somewhere she was willing to go. Like Alice, she was lost in his wonderland. Constance reached into the collar of his dress shirt, caressing the soft skin behind his neck, slowly working her way to the front.

The buttons undid one by one on his shirt, revealing the strip of finely toned chest beneath his open tie. Diogenes made his way to the bed with Constance still held in his arm. The dress fell to the floor as he lifted her on to the bed. She made a move to cover herself only to have her arms held away with firm hands. Diogenes made a somewhat stern expression, slowly shaking his head; she obeyed and lay, still watching him. Slowly he pealed her out of her stockings. The form fitting bra was undone in one swift motion of his fingers. Diogenes stood for a moment, nudging between her knees, looking down at her, ridding himself of his clothing.

Constance stared fixedly at him as he exposed the hard masculine form to her viewing. Layer by layer the formal clothing joined each other in a pile on the floor. A crooked smirk crossed his lips in a teasing manner. He knew she was thoroughly enjoying watching him. Her eyes raked over every inch of his flesh, starting from his chest working its way down to the curly patch of shining ginger hair only to widen in surprise; he was aroused but not fully alert.

Constance bit her lips, feeling odd. She had been alive so long, but the sight of a living man naked in front of her was completely foreign. Curiosity made her reach towards him, touching the little trail of hair between his abdominal muscles. He felt so different from her, so hard and firm while she was creamy and soft.

Diogenes stood, letting Constance explore her way around his body, lazily touching her hair and the soft mounds of her upper breasts. He enjoyed her curious strokes and tentative attention. He watched her touch him while breathing ever harder, the sound of her heartbeat just audible to his overly sensitive hearing.

She wanted to hold him to her, drawing in the warmth of his skin, yet she didn’t know what to do with his manhood now pointing rigidly towards her. With pleading in her eyes she willed him towards her. Diogenes obliged, placing his hands on her sides, pulling her up towards him while pushing her into the soft covers.

His superior weight pressed into her as his hungry lips wrapped around the spot where her neck met her shoulder. The intense heat from his erection pushed against her stomach as her arms involuntarily wound around his torso. Capturing her lips again, Diogenes splayed his hand all the way down her body, slipping it between their bodies into her small silk undergarment. Constance whimpered into his mouth.

Pushing at him in surprise, Constance bucked underneath only to be pushed back down again. Her heart raced as Diogenes cupped the triangle of her womanhood, gently kneading her, feeding the fire. Beyond her control, Constance moistened with lustful excitement. Her tender virgin flesh was covered with silky hairs that seemed to be unnaturally sparse. The fragile folds opened as his fingers stroked with measured precision, moistening her even more.

The tingling sensation in-between her thighs wandered up to her breasts. The pink nipples of the supple flesh tightened as if in invitation to be suckled. Lifting his frame off her upper body, Diogenes slid down to bury his stubbled cheeks in the silken skin between her bosoms.

She was still not fully undressed, but she felt naked and exposed as never before. Releasing her for a second, Diogenes slid her undergarments off as he stroked the tenderest part of her inner thigh. She watched in amazement as he parted her legs peeking in-between. He looked up at her face and caught her eye with his before bending down to bite her softly on the inner thigh closest to her center.

Constance saw in his eyes a mixture of curiosity and excitement. There was also something else that she could not read, something that only sparkled deep with in his hazel eye. But she was far more alarmed and absorbed in the fantastic sensation he was causing her with his tongue to be concerned about that for more then a second. The heat and impossible malleable softness of his tongue was soon coupled with an empty feeling pulsing at her core.

She finally understood the base need of having him inside her. And as if reading her mind, Diogenes slid a single long finger gently into her. He felt the virginal barrier only to press softly at it, drawing a sharp moan from her before stopping to continue his oral assault.

As Constance ripened with pleasure, she felt the need to be filled even stronger. “Diogenes... ahhh... ahhh. Please do not prolong this any longer... The cruelty of want and need is hard... for me... ahhh...to endure.” Her voice a breathless whisper, Constance pleaded with him.

Without a word, Diogenes withdrew his lips away from her apex and braced himself above her again. Constance looked up with feverish eyes quaking beneath him. She was both excited and afraid. Diogenes found her fear appetizing and grew just a bit harder as he pushed into her virginity in one smooth solid motion.

The foreign sensation of being suddenly filled made Constance yelp in surprise. She could feel herself stretching but no sharp pain invaded her senses, only a dull pressured ache. Her inner walls contracted against him, squeezing him, pushing him. Diogenes held her tightly, waiting for her breathing to even out again, posed to begin moving. Impatience probed Constance to buck against him. Diogenes was amused at her brazen wantonness and quickly obliged.

Their rhythm was slow at first, delicate gentle thrusts. Constance, made bold by their joining, reached up, brushing her lips across his like he did to her. Pulling back, she gazed at him again; an indecent smirk was spreading wide on his face. Bolder still Constance wrapped her arms his neck, pulling his face to hers. Not their first kiss, but the first she initiated, and it took both their breaths away. Diogenes opened his eye in surprise, feeling his reaction to her grow to its end.

She wasn’t what he expected. For the first time in his adult life, his heartbeat raced to an agonizing speed as true pleasure overtook sexual showmanship. His kisses became filled with real emotion despite himself. The alarms of cultivated self-control rang inside his skull only to be ignored. He wanted her like he coveted the diamonds he had thought were his only passions. As the friction built between them, the urge of release made his movements erratic and rough. Constance dug her nails into his shoulder, bracing her self against his thrusts.

A sudden burst of color washed over the room in front of Diogenes’s eyes and for a moment the world refilled with all possible pleasures. He pulsed hard and furiously, releasing himself into Constance, filling her to the brim. A lulling state of relaxation swept into his body as he collapsed on top of her, involuntarily wrapping his arms around her.

Constance only graced her point of ecstasy but she was satisfied being held tenderly, still joined together. She listened to him breath and felt the expansion of his chest match her own. It was a magnificent end to her first birthday celebration.



-October 23rd, 2006-
E. Glinn’s new building


The morning’s e-mail traces yielded three pages of odd e-mails from various labs and high tech facilities around the world. Glinn’s expensive espresso sat untouched in its tiny cup. His good eye strained as he read over the list of tiny black letters. Glinn focused hard on the ones from Britain, knowing that Constance had listed that as a place she had spent significant time in.

Suddenly the message title “Lily sample received” jumped out at him. The message read:



Wesley Merrit

Amped Corp,

Thank you very much for the sample you have sent us. The plant is quite lovely, and we are sure it will add to our understanding of the vast amount of plants undiscovered in the Amazon rainforest. We would also like to express our gratitude on the generous donation to our annual fundraiser. We are truly sorry that you couldn’t be here with us for our banquet, but we hope to meet you soon.

Sincerely
Dorian Greyhart

V.P. Of Research and Development
Eden Research Lab.



The implications of the e-mail made Glinn’s blood run cold. If the message was innocent there would be nothing to worry about, but if the lily was the infamous one discovered in New York several years back, things did not bode well. He needed to find out more, and quickly, before passing it on to Pendergast.

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