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Grantham,
Lincolnshire, England,
United Kingdom

�� Djer stood in the absolute centre of the lavish and empty
ball room. Century old gilded chairs were stacked neatly against its far wall,
the one that had the yellowing hand painted silk wallpaper picture of an Indian
jungle. The round tables propped up against the same wall, all in an effort to
make room for the thatched papyrus and reed mat he now crouched on.
�� His
attacker came at him from his front, the long ceiling to floor windows, lit him
from the back, making him seem like a walking shadow and certainly larger than
he knew him to be. Djer spun his kali sticks, swiping
broad across the man�s head. He seemed just as surprised as his attacker was
that the strike actually landed. He fell to his knee and spat blood at Djer�s feet, holding his broken mouth with his head down.
When he did not move, Djer let the sticks fall from
his hands and ran to his side, pouring apologies.
�� From
across the room, lounging on the black lacquer piano bench that now served as a
spectator row, Niuserre watched on, disapprovingly
shaking his head. He thought to tell the half-hair not to fall for it, but it
was a lesson he was better off learning in the safety of the training hall.

�� Djer laid a hand on his mentor�s shoulder and SefuOnure turned with incredible speed, grasping him with a
bloody hand by his braid and pressing a blade Djer
did not know he had at his throat. Sefu dug the
golden knife into his skin, cutting it enough to dribble blood down his long
neck.
�� Why
did you come to me like that?� he hissed, tightening his grip on his hair.
�� Djer gulped audibly, mindful of the blade at his throat.
�Y-you�re my teacher an-and I thought that I had-�
�� In
this hall,� Sefu roared, �I am your enemy! Another throat to be cut�just like yours.� Sefu dug the blade in a little more and Djer
winced, flailing his arms in the air to stay above the dangerous edge. �When
you are in battle, you do not feel. The enemy will do anything to avoid being
destroyed. It will play on your fears and on your sympathies, but you must not
let it affect you. Understood?� Djer nodded as much
as he could and Sefu tossed him to the ground with
disgust, wiping his blade clean on his flaxen loincloth, stepping dismissively
over him. �Trust in your training and the purity of your sword, nothing else,�
he said, striding away.
�� Djer bowed with arms out on the floor, the shaved sides of
his head beaded with sweat and now bloodied fingerprints. �I am sorry SefuOnure.��
�� Do not be sorry,� the man grit. �Get up and do it again.�
�� Yes,
Hem Netjer� Djer rose and
walked back to his place, where he had dropped his sticks. The young teen dared
not look up, not trusting himself to not burst into
tears if he did. He had disappointed his mentor yet again,
he could read as much in the tone of his voice. Djer
imagined that a scowl lengthened and etched sour lines into the man�s features and worst of all, he knew Niuserre
was there to see it.
�� Djer glanced at his brother who sat across the hall, near
the free-weights. He reclined with hands behind his head, legs crossed and a
smile across his decisively handsome Egyptian features.
�� Do
not look to me for help, half-hair. Prepare to feel the pain again,� he
cackled.
�� Djer slumped his shoulders and Sefu turned. �Niuserre, I remember
having to cut many lessons into that hide of yours as well.�
�� Yes,
but not nearly as many as our little brother here. I imagine the whole of the Ahemait Brotherhood, since its creation, has had less
trouble remembering the basics of combat.�
�� Be
silent, Niuserre!� Sefu
watched as Djer seemingly slumped even more, his
darkly tanned skin paling as he struggled to hide his emotions. �Lift your
head, boy. Even the greatest warriors fall��
�� But
what makes them great is that they rise every time, if only to be cut down
again,� Djer finished with a sigh. He had heard the
phrase enough time to recite it like a mantra. �We are the Ahemait,
enemies to Set, warriors and protectors of Ma�at. We
do not travel alone and we always rise.�
�� Sefu tilted his head, his dark eyes glittering. �So he can
be taught,� he said with a smile, before stamping out so no one would see. Djer gave the beginnings of a smile himself but it too fell
as he caught Niuserre�s glance. Sefu
clapped his hands, turning the boy�s attention. �Do not let him worry you,� he
hushed. �I have known him since was your age and he has always delighted in
tormenting others.��
�� But
what if he is right? What if I am not worthwhile?�
�� When
have you ever known me to waste my time on the futile?� Djer
stood a little taller and Sefu crouched. �Now focus
on me and let us continue. Perhaps you can give this old man another good
strike?�
�� Djer nodded and returned to his sticks and crouched into
position with a tight nod. Locking eyes with his mentor, he did as he was told,
ignoring everything else, including the heckling laughter of Niuserre.
�� It
carried in the hall, annoying not only Djer and Sefu, but the other Brothers as well. Ra�neb
approached Niuserre as he sat holding his sides,
still chuckling. Ra�neb looked like a larger version
of his bemused Brother. He too was bald, wore the uniform flaxen cloth about
his hips and a golden collar around his thick and muscled neck.
�� Ra�neb looked like a squatting frog as he took a seat next
to Niuserre, the muscles that shaped his body,
seemingly bursting under his olive toned skin. His bass filled voice sounded
toad like as well, �Enough, Niuserre. The boy can
barely hold his weapons without shaking as it is,� Niuserre
had to be silent and strain to hear him clearly, which was why Ra�neb spoke so low. �I am not against teasing, Niu. I did my own fair share with you when you were not yet
shorn, but there is a line. Why do you insist on crossing it?�
�� Niuserre swallowed his smile, �Because our little brother
is a walking weakness,� he replied quietly. �He is not fit to be one of us, but
SefuOnure does not want to accept this. Rather than
let him find his place elsewhere in the house, he is trying to force a square
peg in a round hole. It will end badly for all.�
�� SefuOnure has given him no more or no less time than any of
us had to prove ourselves. Perhaps you are just jealous?�
�� Niuserre laughed, �Of him? How can you say that and be
serious? I am the greatest warrior this house has known aside from SefuOnure and the other Hem Netjer!
What would I have to be jealous of that bumbling fool?�
�� Because
SefuOnure treats that �bumbling fool� as you wish to
be treated?�
�� And
how is that, Ra�neb?�
�� Like
a son,� the man said glancing to the mat.
�� Niuserre stewed in his seat as Sefu
helped the boy from the floor into a his arms, hugging
him. Ra�neb was only partially correct, Niuserre was jealous of the attention the orphan child
received, but he was also fearful. Sefu chose not to
see the truth but Niuserre had not turned a blind eye
to it and he saw the boy dying in battle. It was for that reason Niuserre pushed Djer away at
every turn. The less attached he was to the boy; the less his inevitable exit
would hurt. Sadly Sefu would suffer all the pain it
bought. He laughed happily with the boy as they walked from the mats toward the
rest the bench offered.
�� Djer reached for his bag and Niuserre
tripped him, sparking yet another fight between the two. Ra�neb
tried to hold them apart, holding Djer by the face as
he kept him away from the older male and Sefu watched
it all with a smile he hid behind his fist. For a man with no family, he
certainly felt the joy of one that did. In these moments, he allowed himself to
pretend they were as much but reality had a way of always creeping back in. His
smile fell as the entrance of the giant hall creaked open and the servants
filed inside.
�� The
collection of men and women, bodies bent in submission, pressed the large white
doors fully open as a man, draped in golden robes and a turquoise studded stole
entered. He wore a blue nemes that seemed to fatten
the back of his head and sag like the pouch of an octopus. The black striped
headdress was a symbol of his position as one of the purest of the Ahemait Brotherhood and his unannounced presence meant
there was a great danger waiting.
�� SefuOnure instantly fell to a knee and reached up to pull
an utterly stunned Djer down with him. They, like
everyone else in the hall, made sure their head was lower than the Hem Netjer as he approached the kneeling master and his novice.
�� SefuOnure,� he said, his voice sounding as old as he
looked. He held his hand for the man to take, the heavy rings of jade and
soapstone he wore, clinking.
�� Sefu took the heavy wrinkled hand and rose, tucking the
man�s arm under his, letting him rest his weight on his body. �Hem Netjer Deshret, had I been told
you left the London
estate, I would have made preparations. This is quite unexpected. �
�� So
is the news I have to share,� Deshret replied sombrely.
�Walk with me.�
�� SefuOnure led the man away from the curious but furtive
glances of his men to the turret of glass panels at the far end of the room.
Inside the away alcove filled with soft yellow light, he offered Deshret a seat on one of the plush red velvet benches that
circled the space, but the man refused, preferring to stand.
�� We
have received word one of the Kem-baw has surfaced. It is believed it has done this out of
distress, hoping to call upon others like it for help.�
�� Sefu folded his arms and raised a hairless brow, wrinkling
his features. �Has another house sought to trap it?�
�� None that we know of, which is why this is of the utmost urgency.
It expended a great deal of energy to make such a sound, no matter how strong a
vessel it may now call home, the creature is undoubtedly resting. We must
strike while the iron is hot and can afford no mistakes, SefuOnure.
This may be the event they have been planning for sometime. �
�� You
think they found The Asp before us?�
�� The
old man studied the rolling English countryside, the painted rims of his eyes
weary as the sigh he gave. �Perhaps,� Deshret
replied. �I suppose we will know soon enough.�
�
�� Djer tried to keep his head down but it was no use. He kept
looking across the ballroom to the glass alcove. It twisted something inside
him that the two men had grown silent and their faces were sullen. He looked to
Niuserre at his side. The man had not moved and kept
his forehead touching the ground. �What does this all mean?� he hushed.
�� It
means, you have better gotten the most out of this lesson,� Niuserre
replied. He heard Sefu and Deshret
shuffle closer and hissed at the boy, �Eyes down.�
�� Djer turned his head to the floor again and kept his focus
on the cream coloured marble slab as the two exalted Priests came to stand over
them.
�� Ra�neb, escort Deshret to the
master suite and make sure he is comfortable,� Sefu
ordered sternly.
�� Ra�neb stood and bowed, extending his rippling muscled arm
for the older man to take as he helped him toward the doors. The servant girls
outside only waited for the old priest to reappear and helped Ra�neb with smiles on their red lips, floating around Deshret in their nearly see through white flax gowns to
take his arms and lead him up the steps.
�� Inside
the room, SefuOnure conversed with his men, revealing
the sobering news.
�� Is
he certain?� Djer said with disbelief. �It is
rumoured that The Asp makes the wearer invincible in this world. The vessel is
incorruptible and the creature inside it becomes unstoppable.�
�� Thank
you for the dramatic recap,� Niuserre quipped. �Tell
me, Hem Netjer, what must I do?�
�� Sefu laid his hands on the man�s shoulders. �Niuserre, you are my strongest. I will need you to prepare
a team. Have them assemble in the hall as we will leave at once.� Niuserre bowed and took off with an urgent sprint, bursting
out the doors and up the massive staircase, calling his brothers to arms. Sefu turned to Djer as the man�s
voice trailed, the ceiling above them rumbling with hurried footsteps as Niuserre stirred them. �Djer, I will
need you to get us transportation� he said quickly striding to the doors.
�� Djer hopped beside him to keep up, pulling his palm pilot
from his practice bag as he did. �Method?� he asked.
�� The quickest. Cost does not matter.�
�� Sefu moved up the same massive staircase Niuserre sprinted up not a moment before and Djer stood at its bottom, texting
as fast as his slender fingers allowed. �Destination?� he yelled.
�� America.
New Jersey.�

Newark, New Jersey, The
United States of America

�� Abe
opened his eyes and stared at the concrete ceiling above him, his eyes blinking
in the muted darkness. Despite the ringing in his ears, he listened intently,
using his gifts to feel the energy around him. To his surprise, everything
seemed to be as it usually was. In the Professor�s office, the phonograph
spinning Vera Lynn had long since quit, the record needle quietly tucking back
behind the base, letting the room settle to its usual soothing silence. The
office made of books and soft glowing green-shaded lanterns was at peace, as
was the rest of the BPRD.
�� Remembering
Tamara�s pitchy scream, or what he heard of it before his ears began ringing,
Abe half expected a cluster of agents to be tip-toeing through the heart of the
red carpeted room with guns drawn, ready to bust through door of the hidden
space and toss him to the ground. In that pinnacle moment of passion, Tamara
sounded as if she was being torn apart from the inside, so Abe imagined the
small contingent of agents, who heard it no doubt, would treat him like the
worst scum on the earth. Not that he�d blame them in the slightest. He felt
like the worst scum on earth, taking advantage of the woman like he did. Of the
two of them, he had the presence of mind and capacity to stop what was
happening, but he did not. Instead, he lay there lamely as she pleasured him
with her mouth and then ruthlessly thrust inside her like a savage until he
burst.
�� Abe
looked at the woman asleep on his arm, her head slightly turned toward his. I should not have let her in, he thought
gazing down at her.
�
�� Four
months ago, back when the Voodun Priestess and Bokor, Fabianne Larrioux was still a thorn in the BPRD�s
side. Her legion of un-dead zombi stalked the swamps
and cane fields of Iberia
parrish, protectors for
their master and her newly resurrected demon master. The zombie and the other
beasts of her swampland home terrorised the citizens of Iberia, attacking unwitting locals
and passer-bys who happened too close. Larrioux had become a serious problem, one that even
Manning and his thrifty, money saving excuses could
not brush away. Especially after the woman made a surprise
appearance in a town meeting.�
�� The
doors flew open and in stepped Fabianne, her mossy
burgundy Victorian dress falling apart at the seams, black flies swirling like
a cyclone about her rusty coloured hair. Most of the residents ran away
screaming after that, never to return but a few stayed, refusing to leave the
land generations in their line have called home. Even as la pluie des bokor,
rolled in, the heavy red clouds seemed to bleed into the sky, draping her
plantation mansion and the entire bayou in darkness, smothering the lungs with
its bitter coppery fragrance.
�� Only
a few knew how powerful that meant the Priestess had become, the power she now
wielded as the demon�s protector and keeper in this most fragile state. The
world, as all of humanity knew it, was at her whim but to Tamara�s surprise,
everyone at the B.P.R.D. seemed nonplussed. They worked steadily on the case of
course, but treated it no different than any other. In between onsite
assignments, Hellboy played cards with Liz and the other agents, the Professor
read quietly in his office every now and again, leaving his seat to turn the
volumes that faced the massive tank Abe managed to swim idly in.
�� All
of them had been threatened with the end of the world so many times, saving it
had become routine, but the doctor was a jittery nervous wreck. She paced in
the central library, reading book after book, filling legal pad after yellow
legal pad with notes before she realised she was the only one doing any
measurable amount of work. Row after row of the hall was empty, save herself
and silent as the grave and for Tamara that was simply unacceptable.
�� She
pushed open the doors to the professor�s office and strode to his desk, coming
to stand before him with her hands on her hips.
�� Broom
set his book down immediately, looking at her angry expression. �Dr. Knight, is
something the matter?�
�� The
world is ending and you are reading��Hyperion and the other great works of
Keats�?� she asked, twisting her neck to read the cover of the book.
�� My
dear, the world will not be saved if I put this book down. This is the period
where we must wait for our enemies to make an error,
there is nothing else we can do.�
�� We
can do more research! Maybe HB can spare a poker buddy or two to help me in the
library.�
�� There
really is no need. Abraham has read and nearly memorised each book in the
library and in this office, if there was a way, he would have made mention of
it.�
�� While
Abe is definitely one of the smartest people I know, he is not infallible. A
new set of eyes might find something the old ones missed.�
�� True.
Highly unlikely,
but true.� The Professor stood, quaking on his aged knees a moment
before taking a step with his cane. �I know it is hard. I too had to learn how
to step back and wait patiently as things unfolded, but it can and must be
done. You won�t survive here otherwise.�
�� Broom
gave her a warm pat on the shoulder as he stepped off the elevated platform. �I
am going to get some rest. It would be wise for you to do the same.�
�� Tamara
opened her mouth to object but Broom shook his head with an amused grin. He
left her and ambled to the door, leaving her to stew angrily in place, her foot
tapping as she thought. She just could not believe that there was nothing else that could be done.
�� There
was always something to do.

�� Abe
had been peacefully flitting through the water, blissfully ignorant to their
entire exchange, until Tamara came to stand at the edge of the tank. She
crossed her slender arms and tapped her foot, watching him make lap after lazy
lap. Abe stilled when he felt the space around him charge with a sudden anger
and swam to the surface.
�� He
was surprised to have the anger directed at him. �Dr. Knight, have I done
something to offend you?� he asked, peddling closer.
�� Yes!�
she shouted. �No�no, not really,� Tamara huffed and sat down, crossing her legs
Indian style. She explained her discussion with Broom and her frustration at
not being able to do more. �I just feel so useless sitting here doing nothing
while the Bokor is out there literally raising hell.�
�� I
find in times like this, the best comfort is to preoccupy yourself with your
favourite hobby.�
�� I
would but I don�t like the idea of running laps on a treadmill. It seemed a
little less like work when I ran in the woods or on the street,� she said with
a long breath. She tilted her head with a smile, �I�m guessing swimming is your
hobby?�
�� Abe
laughed nervously, �Generally I calm myself with a new book or a good puzzle,
but I feel far too distracted to do either at the moment. However, I have
learned over time, if I am to swim enough laps, the stress of the activity
absorbs my thoughts just the same.�
�� I
feel the same way about running. Maybe I should take up swimming then?�
�� It
might help,� Abe nodded. He swallowed thickly seeing her stand and slip out of
her shoes, unbuttoning her fitted slacks. �D-Dr. Knight, what are you doing?�
�� Taking
up swimming,� she said continuing to undress. �I can�t bear to have these
destructive Larrioux scenarios eating away at me
anymore.� She shrugged out of her blouse and then paused a moment, looking at
Abe over her shoulder. �I suppose I should ask if that is ok with you before I
jump on in. This is your home after all.�
�
�� I should not have let her in�Abe
lamented, stroking the hair from her face.

�� But
Abe slowly nodded and Tamara hurriedly peeled off the shirt with a smile. �� Uh, but w-wouldn�t you like to
change into a swim suit first?� he asked, flustered to see her naked legs and
arms. She wore nothing but a tight fitting undershirt and the smallest pair of
shorts he had ever seen.
�� Tamara
shook her head. �If I planned on going swimming I�d still wear this. If I left
it up to the B.P.R.D., after I filled out all the paperwork and put in the
request for a swimming outfit, there is no telling what I�d wind up with or if
it would be in my size.�
�� I
guess those are the perils of not being able to shop for one�s
self,� Abe muttered, looking away.
�� Chalk
it up to the perils of letting the government, of all things, shop for you,� Tamara
laughed, �But I am beginning to see why Liz finds it so difficult to call this
place home.� She took a running leap off the platform, diving in feet first with
a happy squeal.
�� Abe
looked away as water splashed against him and then turned back quickly hearing
the thunderous silence. He began to circle the still bubbling point splashdown
with concern when she didn�t re-emerge immediately. His tank was twenty feet
deep and after a dive like that, a less than strong swimmer could drown. He
worried Tamara had when she did not reappear as soon as she should have.
�� Abe
started to dive when water suddenly pelted his back. Tamara leapt from behind
him, wrapping her arms around his neck, forcing him down into the water with a
laugh and instinctively Abe rolled, whipping up a wall of bubbles and sending
her spinning away. She hit the side of the tank with an audible thump and then
broke the surface with a laugh, hanging on to the tank�s edge as she caught her
breath.
�� That
was fun!� she squealed. �I don�t imagine you can teach someone to do that?�
�� It
is more a reflex to being attacked,� he said stiffly, slightly baffled why she
found that fun.
�� Aww, loosen up, Blue Guy. I was just playing with you,� she
laughed, splashing water at him. �It�s not like I can drown you, fishman.�
�� Actually,
in deep enough waters the pressure is quite cumbersome and while I do have
alternative oxygen reserves so my lungs can collapse, they are limited. Once
those are expended, my lungs, however useless, will try to take over and
inadvertently fill with water thus drowning me bu��
Abe pinched his lips together as Tamara splashed him in the face.
�� It
was a joke, Abe. You think too much.�
�� So
I�ve been told,� he agreed, watching her swim the edge of the tank.
�� A
realisation came to him as he watched the muscles in her thighs and arms flex
in concert. He was right to worry about her when she dove in. Tamara wasn�t a
strong swimmer. Even as she swam now, her movements were not as smooth or
controlled as they should be, but he found himself unable to tear his eyes away
all the same�until she lost hold of the tank�s edge.
�� Tamara
flailed a moment, struggling to keep her head above the water line and Abe dove
under like a shot, coming from under her to push her up. Tamara held him about
the shoulders as he quietly resumed sailing around the tank like she had been,
slowly kicking his legs.�
�� Where
did you learn to swim, Dr. Knight? Your form leads a lot to be desired.�
�� She
gasped indignantly, �Don�t talk about my form.�
�� Abe
began to turn, nearly rolling her off his shoulders as he stammered. �I-I�no,
no, you see I was talking abou��
�� Stop
before you give yourself an aneurysm,� she said patting his shoulder. �I was
trying another joke, but seem to have failed miserably.�
�� And
nearly drowned for your efforts,� Abe harrumphed. He was pretending to be
calmer than he felt at the moment. There was an unwritten rule about physical
contact between the other agents and Dr. Knight. She was allowed to touch them
as she could not help herself, but they were not allowed to encourage it, let
alone give her piggy-back rides. Abe would be hard pressed to explain his
behaviour if the Professor caught them, but he readily brushed the consequences
aside as it made her happy. She hugged him closer now, her laughter carefree
and sweet as a bell.
�� Well
fancy that!� she laughed. �He does have a sense of humour after all.� Abe
smirked and started to swim stronger, quicker, buzzing around the tank with the
woman on top of him. �But you are right, I�m not the
best swimmer. I never took lessons really, grew up in a city with my brother
and grandfather. We only went swimming every now and again when we could scrape
together enough tokens for the train to the city pool.�
�� And
they didn�t give lessons there?�
�� They
weren�t free, so my grandfather did his best and taught us just enough to keep
from drowning if we were ever tossed overboard,� she smiled. �I never even ventured
into the deep end of the pool until now. This whole place is the deep end.�
�� And? Any thoughts?�
�� I
imagine this is what it�s like to swim with the dolphins,� she laughed.
�� Swim
with the dolphins,� Abe amusedly repeated. �I would like to see the dolphins do
this.� Abe sped off, gaining momentum from seemingly nowhere. �Hold your
breath,� he said.
�� Tamara
gasped and Abe shot down, diving to the floor. She hugged against his back as
they shot around the tank, flying this way and that in the water. With the most
subtle move of his body, they careened to the left, another and they turned
right, he pointed his nose down and they dove before looping like a
rollercoaster. He turned his head skyward and sailed to the glittering surface,
breaking through with a grand splash and a gasp from Tamara.
�� He
looked over his shoulder with concern. �Are you alright?�
�� I
am fine!� she exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. �Do it again!�
�� I
am not an amusement park ride, Dr. Knight.�
�� You
sure could have fooled me!� she laughed, motioning for him to start. Abe
refused again but Tamara held tighter, whining. �Don�t make me have to call you
a dolphin again.�
�� I�m
sorry, what was that, Dr. Knight? I cannot hear you.� Abe held the arms around
his neck and rolled onto his back, pitching Tamara under the water, smothering her
voice with the water. �Speak up,� he taunted. �I am listening.�
�� Abe
finally let her up when she bit his shoulder, the sensation not as unpleasant
as she probably meant it to be. He rolled onto his belly and Tamara swatted
him, starting a splashing war that was beginning to get out of hand until there
was an echoing tapping on the tank wall.
�� What
are you two doing?� Liz asked.
�� Tamara
and Abe paused and then turned, looking at the dark haired woman propped
against the intercom, shaking her head with a smile. Abe almost motheringly followed behind Tamara as she swam toward Liz.
He did not want to touch Tamara in front of the other woman as it might stir up
questions, but he would be there to catch her if she stumbled again. He
breathed a sigh of relief when her fingers squeaked on the glass, her hands
gaining purchase on the rim before hoisting her up to folding her arms over the
edge.
�� Abe�s
teaching me how to swim, Liz,� Tamara smiled. �What are you up to?�
�� Abe
summoned Liz�s thoughts with a chuckle, �The poker game has been adjourned,� he
grinned.
�� Liz
shrugged her shoulders, rolling her dark eyes with a soft smile. �The table was
accidentally flipped over just as Red was losing, so, yeah. The game is over.�
�� Hellboy
always was a sore loser,� Abe chuckled, perching next to the doctor.
�� It
doesn�t help that he is a horrible card player,� Liz laughed.
�� I
think the real problem is poker is a game of patience and mathematic
probability,� Abe began. �Red has a limited capacity for patience and even less
of the first for mathematic trivia.�
�� Yeah,
that and his tail thumps when he has a good hand,�
Tamara added. �It�s rather cute but very bad for the game face.�
�� It
can be,� Liz said thoughtfully with a smile.
�� Well,
would you like to join us, Lizzie? It�s better than swimming with the
dolphins.� Tamara winked at Abe.
�� He
splashed her and she returned fire, both of them narrowly missing Liz with
their fighting. She snorted disgustedly at the water that fell at her feet. �Not
me,� she quipped, taking a step back, moving for the doors. �I just came to
tell the Professor I am going to bed although it seems he might have already
done the same thing. Besides, I don�t remember the last time they changed the
water in this tank and I�ve been here nearly all my life.�
�� The
door closed behind Liz and Tamara turned to Abe who hid his face in his hand in
embarrassment. Tamara just laughed harder, splashing him again. �I�m guessing
that�s what the industrial filter is for?�
�� Among
other things,� he muttered, glancing at the machine in the far corner.
�� Well
make it up to me, let�s go for another round.� Abe slowly let his hand fall and
nodded, welcoming Tamara to jump on his back again. She took him by the shoulders
and they drifted silently into the centre of the pool.
�� Tamara
was positively giddy with the promise Abe�s ride held but her expression
suddenly hardened, her smile falling. The mark on her hand began to twist
painfully, rippling her skin like a bump in a carpet. She didn�t have a moment
to breathe when the urge to grind against the smooth flesh between her legs
slammed into her.
�� Abe
stopped swimming, feeling Tamara fall away from him. He turned to see her
holding herself tightly, covering the mark on her hand as she stared trembling
into the water. �Abe, I think I�m going to call it a night,� she said softly.
�Thank you for a fun time. I feel much better now.�
�� No
you don�t,� he said recognising the charge in the air. �Is something wrong?� he
asked, swimming closer. He stopped when she lurched backward in response.
�� I
just need to go,� she smiled weakly.
�� Then
let me help you.� Tamara objected but Abe had already taken her by the waist
and cut across the pool to the platform. He helped her to the edge and stilled
when she turned to face him. Her face so close to his, her nose brushing
against his cheek, mouth parted and breathing heatedly against his flesh, it
suddenly dawned on him why she had been so reluctant to be near him... and why
he had been foolish to thoughtlessly loop his arm around her and bring her to
the edge.
�� Abe
looked away from her dangerously black eyes and spoke softly, �Dr. Knight I am
sorry, I did not rec��
�� Kiss him��
�� Abe
made a surprised sound, his legs kicking harder as Tamara roughly pressed her
lips against his. She pulled him closer, her hands gripping his neck as she
obeyed the command whispered into her mind. Almost instantly she felt the
blissful rewards her submission granted. Her suffering, the aching twist in her
hand ceased and the tension in her body waned. She fell against the wall of the
tank, her hands still firmly twisted in his gills, pulling him closer as she
forced his mouth open wider. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist and she
rolled her hips, rubbing her aching centre over the growing bulge in his pants.
�� Abe
fell stiffly against the wall, gripping the edge of it with both hands, caging
her body under his. The woman�s legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him
closer, keeping him against her as she kissed him deeper, as he let her grind against him. Tamara was
possessed by some unruly spirit, what was his excuse?
�� Abe
moved his hips back with a jerk, bowing his body to break the sinful contact.
�No, no, NO!� he roared at himself.
�� Abe
took her hands from his neck and pushed her against the wall as he moved away.
He hoisted himself up and dripping water down on her face, stepped over her to
the exit. Tamara watched him go with a dark smirk, her eyes black as night. She
followed his long blue legs and tight bottom as he quickly padded down the
steps and vanished behind a secret passageway cut away in the concrete wall to
hide in a room she would have never known existed until he showed her the way.
�
�� Still
in the quite privacy of the machine room, splayed on the cot, Abe stared at
Tamara and shook his head. If he hadn�t let her in that day, she wouldn�t haven
known where to find him last night.

�� But then she wouldn�t be here now� he
sighed.

�� Abe
lowered his head and pressed a kiss against her cheek, yielding to a sudden
impulse and stirring Tamara in her sleep. She turned her head toward his,
catching his mouth with hers. She pressed her lips against his and Abe kissed
her deeper, opening her with his tongue. Her hands slid over his shoulders and
neck, hugging him closer as she opened her eyes just barely, moaning into his
mouth as she kissed him back.
�� Abe
rolled completely on top of her, covering her body with his, forcing his waist
between her thighs. She held him in the cradle of her legs as he gently thrust
against her, touching and pressing against her nether lips with his erection.
He was ready to go again and so was she. Each time his hips touched hers, he
could hear a wet kissing sound from their nearly joined flesh and hear her
breathy gasp.
�� Abe
thrust again, rubbing himself against her harder and Tamara�s eyes opened wide,
slowly adjusting to the muted light. The glow of the tank, escaping from a tiny
sliver of a window, washed the hidden space in cyan blue light. The water made
waves that danced across Abe�s face as he sat on his knees and delved his
webbed hand between their bodies. Tamara could feel what he found there press
against her, the thick head of it parting her lips. She watched with
apprehension as he moved over her, fisting the sheets at her sides with one
hand and pressing down her hip with the other. He carefully placed himself into
position before thrusting forward, filling her to the brim with his engorged
flesh.
�� Abe
pressed until their heaving chests met, parting her legs wider as he lay
against her, savouring the sensation. Her body held on to his tightly, he could
feel little tremors, spastic movements of her innermost walls snaking over the
swollen tip of him. He moaned against her neck, pressing a gentle kiss there in
appreciation. The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced, even when
he lifted the memories of sex from other�s minds, and it only got better as he
moved inside her.
�� Tamara
felt his head fall to rest against hers. She stared into his dark blue eyes as
he slowly slid free and surged forward, pumping into her with slow ease. She
felt every raised feature of his thick shaft, once as it gradually eased into
her and again as he rolled his hips back, pulling out till the tip. It felt
divine, being filled and stretched with such casual ease, his hips grinding
against hers with each press. She rolled her bottom in counter motion, lifting
off the bed and connecting with him with a soft moan. Tamara rocked steadily
against him like that until her body tensed hotly. She was about to cum and Abe
knew it too.
�� He
felt her walls begin to close on him, saw her body twist under his, the muscles
on her neck and shoulders straining against her skin as she moaned into her
fist. Abe bit his lip and thrust harder, landing against her with a dull smack each
time he savagely dug at her, shaking her body with his weighty strikes. Tamara
fisted the covers harder, twisting her body more as she raised her hips to him,
hoping to draw out his orgasm as well. Her legs locked around his waist and she
squeezed with all her might, bearing down on him as hard as she could as she
came screaming.
�� Tamara
shuddered and Abe lurched toward her, laying all his weight onto the woman. His
hands tightened on her hip, the nails of his webbed fingers biting into her
flesh as he pressed forward a final time with a staggered noise. He raised his
head heavenward and breathed with a yell, the sensation of hot electricity sizzling his moist skin. He stayed pressing into her, revelling
in that tingling sensation until fatigue ached his biceps and he could hold
himself up no longer.
�� Abe
spilled onto the bed, his head falling to rest against Tamara�s breast, his
long legs limply stretched across hers. He lay perfectly still, save the rise
and fall of his chest and the blinking of his eyes. He watched the waves from
the pool dance on the concrete wall, utterly surprised he was even still
conscious to enjoy in the afterglow.
�� He
missed that the first time they had sex and the more he thought, he realised he
missed a lot in that first time. That
same intensity was there, that same lustful appetite that drove them to connect
before, but the sex was far more fulfilling this time. Even his orgasm was even
more gratifying, a warm burst that washed over his body and seemed to go on
forever as they ground their hips together, not just an all consuming flash of
pleasure. But why should it feel different? They were the same bodies, engaged
in the same act, in nearly the same conditions�
�� Abe
continued to think; unaware the woman under him was even awake until her arms
wrapped around him, hugging his head against her.
�� That
was so much better than the first
time,� she panted.
�� I
was thinking the same thing,� Abe said with surprise, blinking out of his thoughts.
�� Tamara
laughed softly, her exhaustion apparent in her small voice. �Red was right,
they should call me the psychic,� she smiled.
�� Perhaps,�
he nodded. Abe wedged his arms under her and held her back, squeezing just as
tightly as she did, even after he drifted into sleep.��
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