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 Containment Unit
   by Nysidra
   This is a grapgic story containing several erotic concepts and explicit
sexual descriptions.
   Occult Fantasy (MF, incubus, tentacles)
   Summary: Lalitha studies creatures of the netherworld, but never up
close, and never one like this.
   <->
   Lalitha woke to the chime of her handheld.  2:57am, but given the
contact, that was of no consequence.
   "Wyatt?" She put on her slippers, pulled on her robe.
   "Five minutes out.  I have one for you."
   "I'll have my containment unit ready.  Honk twice." She ended the call
as she bounded down the cellar steps.  Lalitha did not know the details of
his find.  Those could wait.
   She had spread her money far and wide to all the infernal explorers. 
None of them had returned with a specimen.  No matter what Wyatt found,
Lalitha would not be picky.  She checked the seals, turned on the video and
audio recording.
   Two honks.  She unlocked the rear door and wheeled a cart out.  The
crystalline crate in the back of his van was designed to hold his catch -
at least long enough for transport.  Urgency stemmed from the danger of
having it wake before the somnolence binds wore off.
   Wyatt helped her push the crate over to her containment unit.  The unit
hissed, clicked, and the locks on the crate turned.  Lalitha went over to
her terminal and cancelled her outstanding bounties.  "Transferring payment
now."
   Wyatt opened his phone, while walking to the door.  "Got it." A nod and
then he was back in his van and peeling out.
   Many of the hunters she dealt with were like him - skittish, high
strung, and overly cautious.  The ability to cut and run was a survival
skill among his kind.
   Mechanical arms reached down from the ceiling and pulled the creature
from the crate and set it in the center of the room.  Charts and graphs
danced over her screen as another process fired - adjusting atmosphere,
temperature and humidity.
   The creature stirred just after the blood and tissue samples.  It was
humanoid, masculine - long bodied.  Between six and seven feet tall.  The
10x10 unit would suit this one fine.  It had a lean musculature like that
of a swimmer.  His skin was a light sandy brown.  Parts of him had darker
streaks, reddish brown, markings or scars of some sort.
   The non-humanoid part fascinated Lalitha most: a hairless, banded tail
as long as its legs, slightly more reddish than the rest of him.  His body
hair reflected the light, making it shimmer.  A sparse set of these fine
hairs covered his head.  It gave the appearance of thinning and baldness
because they were near transparent, seeming gray.  The bulk of hair covered
his groin.  A flaccid external member, only an inch or two of visible
phallus.
   He stirred, pushed into a seated position.  From within the containment
unit, all he saw were three gray walls and a mirror.
   Observant creature.  He kept still for several seconds, only moving his
eyes, and then only his head.  He stood his full height.  The monitor
displayed his height and weight readouts.  Six-foot-four, one-hundred
eighty pounds.  The tail twisted and whipped, swished.  Complicated
prehensile.  She would need to be cautious of any hidden abilities.
   Time to meet her catch.  She entered the command and waited.  The
containment unit hummed and the panel facing her lab slowly changed - a
false flag to make the creature assume it had both privacy and a warning.
   He turned and placed two long-nailed hands on the glass.  Angular face,
long nose and ears, long jaw.  Black eyes focused on her, steady and
unblinking.  She entered a second command, opening an adjacent compartment
for sanitation and feeding.
   His voice was low, soft, almost cozy sounding.  "Can you hear me? 
Understand me?"
   "Yes, I do." Lalitha beamed.  A creature that spoke one of the infernal
languages she knew!
   "Who are you?  Why am I here?"
   She rounded her desk and approached the wall, but not too close.  "I am
Lalitha Patel, a student of the netherworld.  You are here so that I may
study you."
   He stepped back from the glass and inspected both rooms of his
enclosure. His expression appeared to be one of keen determination.  He
returned to the glass, pounded on it twice, no rage or fury, merely
testing.
   She went back to her monitor, checked the environmental module.  Her
application took in the pounds of pressure and analyzed the current wall
structure, yellow-green status.  A sustained effort would do significant
damage, but not compromise the unit.
   He narrowed his eyes.  "After you learn what you need?"
   "Then I will release you."
   He smirked.  "Knew that deal was too good.  Knew it and got snatched. 
This is where I end."
   "What is your name?"
   "How did you come to know our language?  Study so many of our kind?"
   He flattered her there.  He was her first.  His voice had a soothing
effect, but the application did not detect telepathy or mental coercion.
   Patience.
   He nodded and turned away from the glass toward the bed.  It was a
permanent structure, only three feet from the floor.  Using his tail, he
prodded and poked the mattress, then sat.  "Dekkerimolitz."
   She wrote down her best approximation of the name.  "May I call you
Dekker?"
   He held his palm up as if giving her permission.
   "Dekker, the room is sparse now, but if you need anything, I will make
an effort to provide it to you."
   "I need out of here."
   Her smile was polite.  "Within reason.  When I am not here, you will be
able to contact me by saying the following command: Message, followed by
what you need." Lalitha hit the display and the hum signaled the glass
turning back into a mirror.
   She watched him for a little while after.  He walked up to the glass and
looked at himself.  The clear hairs thickened, changed - brown, then black,
almost purple.  He turned to the side and rubbed his scalp.  Flat black
hair lay along his head.  He frowned and shook his head and everything
turned clear again.
   Lalitha's mouth hung open for several seconds.  She had never heard of a
creature like this!  If she were the first to report on its existence, the
community would know her name forever.  She hurried upstairs to make
preparations for the weeks ahead.
   ***
   Her handheld buzzed, the display read: "Sample Analysis Complete."
   Lalitha stuffed the last bit of lunch down and hurried down to the
basement.  She activated the two-way glass wall while pulling up the
report. Chemical balance, she glanced down the list of components. 
Low-viral load.  Silica!  She scrolled to the blood analysis.
   First detailed account of its kind.  She bounced on her chair slightly.
She could compare her work to these diagnostics.
   "How do you sustain yourself?"
   His tail flicked and he opened one eye for a few seconds then closed it.
   "What do you eat?" Lalitha tapped her thigh, counting.  She had to
establish a good working relationship, employ patience.  Without proper
data, she would not know to maintain and control such a profound specimen.
   Dekker sighed deeply.  "I am sustained by pleasure.  Barring heavy
damage to my physical body, I do not live with a constant need for fuel as
you know it.  Meals are most useful after injury.  They speed my recovery.
As for sustenance," he rolled onto his side.  The appendage Lalitha wrote
off as small and insignificant lengthened and waved in the air, then
contracted and thickened like a worm.
   "Are you implying that you feed off sexual intercourse?"
   The phallus retracted into his body.  "That makes about as much sense as
saying your kind feeds on art ...  or knowledge."
   Lalitha smiled and went back to the display.  Charts and graphs morphed
as it took in new data.  A smaller screen created a wireframe replica of
his sexual organ.  "You consider mating an art?"
   "The act leading up to it, causing the chemical bath brought on by
climax."
   "Ah, there are a set of chemicals produced during the orgasm that feed
you.  I'll see," she typed out the notes as she spoke, "if I can get a list
of those.  Liquid probably a good medium."
   He walked over to the glass.  "Do you have your answers now?  You will
release me?"
   "Your answers are very helpful.  Thank you.  Dopamine," she muttered as
she typed away.
   "All the great emotions: ecstasy, depression, insanity."
   She made note of his additions.  "Fear?"
   "At first, but not by the time I'm done." He leaned into the corner of
the wall, his head against the glass.  "Each climax after the first is," he
hung his head a moment, the tail tapped the wall, "like when a musician
plays your favorite song, but the next one is even better." His phallus
lengthened and rubbed itself along his thigh.
   The tail turned a darker shade of red.
   Lalitha's breath turned shallow.  Yes, the thrill of knowledge,
gathering new information, knowing what others perished to get a taste of
what she had.  She stood, but kept typing in new commands.  "I'd like to
scan your body.  Please stand in the center of the room."
   She hummed as the scan prompted another round of tests and cross
referenced information.  So much work to do.  One monitor to the next,
parsing out which system did which tests.  Switching screens, taking notes,
her living specimen forgotten, she was lost in the waterfall of analysis.
   Tapping the space bar, she stepped through a splice from the internal
organ scan.  Recessed pockets of muscle, those dark markings were dense,
compacted skin.  She scratched her scalp while going through the scans. 
One of them was near his penis, near a sac of fluid.
   Lalitha walked over to the glass.  "What is the appendage near your sex
organ?"
   He stared at her, his expression unknown.  Using his tail for support,
he leaned back and spread his legs.  Dekker closed his eyes and the two
penile structures elongated.  The smaller, thinner emerged from a short
sheath.  It glistened, but the longer it remained extended the more liquid
pooled until a viscous drop of milky liquid formed along the bottom.
   She stared long and hard.  "I need a sample of that substance." Quick
steps back to the display, a few taps, and mechanical arms rose from the
floor this time holding a container under it.
   Dekker made a sound of disgust and angled the slimy protrusion over the
opening.  With his sex organ, he sloughed off the liquid, half filling the
2-ounce dish.
   "How does that feel when you rub them together?"
   "Not the way you think.  Like if you rub your thighs, nothing.  Much
better when someone else does it."
   "Do you masturbate?  Self pleasure?"
   "No.  We are not capable.  If feels nothing like it should.  Unlike your
kind, constantly going alone when you truly crave something more."
   Lalitha nodded, but frowned at the timer.  Six hours until analysis
complete, queued behind the body scan results.  Time enough for a break and
sleep.  Food, more of that too.  She launched the command for turning the
glass back into a one-way mirror.
   He spoke, unaware that she could still see and hear him.  "Message: I
would like to show you how they work."
   She deleted the message the moment it arrived on her handheld and went
upstairs.
   ***
   Day after day, Lalitha spent hours in the lab pouring over data,
tracking down the creature's origin, theorizing as to its classification.
So consumed by the results of her discovery and her article drafts, that
she hadn't noticed Dekker's quiet and reserved behavior.
   The monitor flashed, her handheld buzzed.  Both of them said the same
thing: Measurements outside initial values.
She switched the mirror to glass.  "You don't look so well," she
murmured, but she was looking at the data on the screen.
   She stood up and looked at him, a different person lay there.  Straight
black hair, brown eyes, dark body hair.  Dekker looked passable for a
human, but not until she turned the mirror to glass.
   "I don't think it's like music.  It's like," she tapped her chin in
thought.  "Sun light or a vitamin, a vital supplement.  The lack of which
causes lethargy, human affect."
   "Will you come in here with me?"
   Dizziness, a second, then it was gone.  His voice sounded a hell of a
lot stronger than he looked.
   A soft blue light glowed at the top of the containment unit.  Mental
shields activated.  He did have persuasive powers.
   Regardless, if she wanted to keep studying him, and she did, then she
needed to find a way to feed him.  The high of discovery waned.  Though she
had prepared for several eventualities: cooking, providing blood, flesh,
plasma, exotic fruits, vitamin and mineral mixes, his requirement caught
her off guard.
   Lalitha did not go back into the lab until the following evening with a
small bag on her shoulder.  She checked the display.  No movement.  The
screen flashed with a bright red warning.  This was about the survival of
her research, nothing else.  She could not lose her first specimen.
   She already had a blood and tissue sample on file, and set up continuous
monitoring on her vitals.  If she was going to do this, then she would get
a full array of data.
   The containment unit opened to the annex, then closed behind her.  She
opened the door between the rooms.  He did not stir.  Keen to any movement,
she approached and set her bag down.  All signs of continued life were
internal cognitive functionality, electrical charge.
   Her fingers hovered over his chest.  Until this moment she had not
touched him.  He looked so normal, so ...  striking.  When she touched him,
Dekker gasped as if coming out of water.
   "Distress." This close, his voice sounded like the sensation of fresh,
warm pudding.  Light hazel eyes focused on hers, dilated.  "Why?"
   Why was she distressed?  "I thought I would lose you."
   "Worried about your prisoner..." He didn't stop talking.  His voice
became too soft.  He never inhaled.
   Transmitted through touch!  Lalitha unzipped her bag and retrieved the
six inch vibrator.  She slipped a cover over the phallic object and dipped
it into a jar of lubricant.  She turned the device on low and pushed it
inside her.  The small egg shaped object was next.  She pressed it to her
clitoris and turned it on.
   One hand to his chest, she waited for the mechanical devices to force
the inevitable release.  The hand touching him balled into a fist.  The
first orgasm was always the sharpest, cutting through like a whirring
blade. She breathed out through a ring of her lips.  The second one would
only be a minute off.
   The second orgasm lay at a distance, pulled, relentlessly to the
surface. This one crashed through like a white water rapid rather than a
blade.  She pulled the devices away and out of her, turned them off,
gathered everything in the bag and left the containment unit.
   While cleaning the vibrators, she kept one eye on him.  He was breathing
again, at least.
   "Thank you."
   "Did that satisfy you?"
   "Have you convalesced in a medical facility?"
   "Yes."
   "Did the food or atmosphere satisfy you?"
   "Yes, it had all the nutrient and comfort the physicians could provide
given their budget."
   She didn't know what words he spoke, but she got the gist of his tone.
He was cursing her answer.
   He pushed himself upright, against the wall.  "That explains it."
   She dried her hands and walked over to the glass.  "Explains what?"
   "You can't feed me pleasure if you don't feel it."
   "Are you ...  I had two orgasms.  You're sitting up, talking."
   "Are we still in Margene?"
   According to her research, Margene was a region of the Netherworld known
for their vast tar pits, rich mineral load.  "No, why?"
   "This kind of torture is what Margene generals speak of in their
lectures." His voice turned soft, fading again.
   "Torture?" Lalitha shook her head, mouth agape.  "How?  I--"
   "I would not force just enough ill-tasting medicine down your throat to
revive you, after starving you, then ask how you it satisfied you."
   She went over to the monitors, went through one graph after another.  No
better than he was a week ago.  Ill tasting?  He had not lied.  She only
gave him enough to sit up and speak.  "What can I do?"
   "Let me." His sex organ stretched, swiveled, and pulsed.  "I am greatly
motivated to show you the meaning of orgasm."
   "No." That acrobatic extension told her all she needed.  He was playing
sicker than even his chemical levels hinted at.  She turned on the mirror.
   Lalitha returned to her work with a conflicted heart.  He lay on the
mattress, moving only to drink water.  Naturally, she thought him sulking,
but Dekker didn't seem the type.
   Type, as if she knew him.
   No one had data on his normal feeding behavior.  She would be the first
to document the process: audio, video, before and after analysis.  Direct,
raw, irrefutable data.
   Even during Lalitha's other activities, she thought about his voice, his
tone.  In the room with him it sounded like a physical presence, even with
the shields up.
   ***
   Dekker stopped taking water unless she had the mechanical arms put it to
his lips.
   She trusted no one else with her discovery - knowledgeable or otherwise.
She set up the recordings, added herself to the data collection.  Naked,
she entered the containment unit.
   It felt different in here than last time.  The atmospheric readings
didn't show a significant change.  Psychological?  Something her
instruments could not detect?
   Pale yellow eyes, tailed poised like a cobra.
   Lalitha screwed her eyes shut.  "Do it.  Feed from me your own way."
Seconds passed.  She squinted; Dekker stood in front of her.  A short yelp
of surprise.  When had he moved?
   He took each of her wrists into his hands.  She yanked, but his firm
grip held.  What was he about to do to her?
   "I need this," he hissed.  "You deserve it."
   For capturing him, of course.  Lalitha knew the risks of what she came
in here to do.  Running a lab alone, seeking first hand knowledge of the
creatures of the netherworld.  All risks she acknowledged and discarded. 
He walked her over to his mattress, lifted her by the arms until she was
standing on it.  She trembled, but kept her scream contained.  No one would
hear her, nothing would stop him.
   The wet tentacle touched her first, sliding from rectum to clitoris,
back and forth, until finally penetrating her.  Slick, thin.  It didn't
have much of an effect, other than calming her shattered nerves.  This was
not the pain and torment for which she steeled herself.
   He let go of her wrists and grabbed hold of her breasts, sucked and
licked on one nipple, switched to the other.  He had been right, it felt
much better when he did it.
   The slimy tentacle left her vaginal cavern with a squishy smack, then
went to her sphincter.  It rimmed the ring of her anus.  That felt weird,
interesting, but mostly weird.  She relaxed further as she felt the broad
head at the entrance of her vagina.
   It performed shallow strokes, moving deeper into her pussy - much deeper
and thicker than any device she ever used.  She moaned as it stretched her
open.  Each slow stroke rippled, pulsed.  She grunted and her vaginal
muscles contracted around him.
   Her eyes opened and breath turned ragged.  He hit something deep inside
her.  Again she groaned as it turned, changed shaped.
   "No one has touched your depths.  Your fires have never been lit.  You
cannot study what you cannot comprehend."
   He sped up, churning inside her without thrusting or moving.  The slick
one thickened as it penetrated her rear.  She marveled at the level of
control he applied - penetrating, holding, sucking.
   Her back hit the mattress and his mouth latched onto her clitoris while
his tentacles fucked both her holes.  Something soft touched her lips,
slick, cool - as if it were another tongue.  Lalitha parted her lips, then
it was in her mouth.  A moment of panic swept through her.  Where did this
come from?
   She moaned from the pleasure.  Lust stoked a roaring fire in her loins.
She drank the refreshing cool liquid coming from the appendage in her
mouth. Her hips gyrated.  What was happening to her?  Everything seemed to
ignite, expand.
   Lalitha had allowed a demon to call her, to spread her open and be
taken. What sort of poison...?
   She screamed around the thing in her mouth.  When she was all screamed
out, she screamed again, loud and rapturous.  The orgasm over-loaded her
mind, wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.  Dekker kept fucking
her, probing her.  He held her firm through the orgasm.  His tentacles
swelled, his body went rigid and soon she was coated in a milky yellow
liquid.  Slick as oil but thick like egg whites.  Was this his ejaculate?
   The recording would tell her later, for now, all she could do was lie
there and catch her breath.
   The tentacle held remained inside her, but no longer moving.  Some of
the substance dripped to the floor.  The tentacle near her mouth caressed
her face, another swiped her breasts as it retracted.  The others pulled
from her pussy and ass.
   Covered in residue, she lay there, too exhausted to move, but satisfied,
content.
   She must have fallen asleep.She pushed into a seated position.  The
stuff was gone, but it left her skin feeling soft, post sugar-scrub smooth.
   Dekker stood against the wall, arms folded over his chest.  Black eyes,
ruddy skin.  His tail active as it flicked and curled along the wall behind
him.
   "That was a magnificent experience."
   "Thank you.  Virgins are particularly enriching."
   Lalitha shook her head.  "I wasn't a virgin."
   Dekker laughed.  "Your hymen was missing, but I know a virgin when I
taste one."
   "If you're ...  satisfied, why do you look less human?"
   "The better I feel, the better I look."
   Lalitha also noted how much better he sounded, his voice richer.
   "Do you prefer human?  I might change if you stop starving me."
   "Conserve your strength." She left the sleep area, thankful he did not
follow or attempt to restrain her.
   Once the center area closed, she was able to leave.  She scooped up her
robe and grabbed three slides.  She flaked her skin to capture the stuff
he'd put on her.
   "Are you saying you can control your appearance?"
   "When I am of sufficient mood, I can."
   "But when you're weak?"
   "I look more human to others."
   "Bait for a sympathetic prey."
   He winked.
   "The substance ...  near your finish.  Does that always happen?"
   "Always, yes.  It's the result of any satisfactory fuck.  The moment the
other climaxes, I achieve the same."
   "Other?  You take men?"
   "I can; I have before.  I prefer the penetrative trinity, and breasts, I
do enjoy breasts.  Yours were so sensitive."
   Lalitha hid behind the monitors to conceal her smile.  She hadn't known
how good it would feel to have him manipulating so many parts of her,
playing her like a complex instrument.
   She loaded the past two hours of footage for analysis and editing.  Two
hours?  "Thank you." Lalitha gathered her lap top.  "You said it would be
more effective, and it was."
   "I said I would show you a true orgasm."
   "Which you needed to maintain your vitality." She initiated the process
of turning the glass to mirror.  "I have work to do now."
   ***
   Editing the video account took several days.  Watching Dekker in action
left her horny and light headed.  She slept fitfully, obsessed over the
creature she was supposed to be studying, detached from.  Like an
addiction, her mind always brought Dekker to mind at the most inappropriate
times.
   Her vibrators, usually so quick and efficient, left her feeling
frustrated and cheated.
   Lalitha redoubled her efforts to finish her analysis of their encounter.
No lasting harm to her physiology.  In fact, her levels were reading
favorably.
   Without her health as a concern, Lalitha had fewer excuses to delay a
repeat trial.  Dekker needed her.
   She set up the next experiment to capture more detail regarding her
brain activity and any telepathic connection.  If she was going to do this,
then she had to come away with better session data.
   Dekker lay on his bed, his tail swirling and swaying like a serpent. 
That rear tail was strong enough to hold her body weight, no doubt strong
enough to restrain her if he wanted.
   She turned the wall to glass, bit the inside of her cheek to keep from
smiling as he walked over to sit in the chair.
   He answered her questions, followed her every movement with his eyes,
but he made no explicit invitation to join him.
   "You look more comfortable than usual."
   Lalitha smiled briefly.  The long, button down shirt was purely ease of
use.  She did not plan to keep it on long.  She affixed the leads to her
temples.
   "Testing yourself today?"
   Moisture dripped from her as she applied the rest of the leads to her
body.  The monitor revealed her elevated heart rate and spike in brain
activity.  "In a way, yes.  I want more data on what you do to your prey."
   "Do you feel like prey?"
   She shook her head.  "I don't.  It's just a term."
   "Ah, then how about my partner?"
   "The words don't matter.  I've told you this."
   "They matter to me."
   "Of course, fine.  My apologies.  I want data on the experience of your
partner."
   Dekker nodded.
   "May I collect a sample from you after, before it dries?"
   "Yes." His tentacles lengthened.
   Lalitha gathered her kit and found him waiting, neither weak nor hungry
this time.  That was good, it would allow her to compare his performance.
How would he take her this time?
   "Please," she set the cup aside.  "If I'm not able to collect it myself,
put the lid on it."
   "I will.  Now go on: open your legs for me." He pointed to the center of
the room.
   She stood where indicated and widened her stance, but widened further
when he burrowed into her pussy, muscles rippling the whole way.  His upper
tentacles had suction like ends that latched onto her breasts.  A
sensation, like firm beads circled and compressed her nipples.
   Her hips rotated on his cock.  Dekker took hold of her ass, pulled her
to his body.  The extension between his legs shorted until she was flush
with his hips.
   "What ...  are you doing?"
   "Are you afraid to be this close?  Would you rather forget who is
fucking you right now?" Dekker didn't give her the chance to answer.  His
tongue, his real tongue, entered her mouth.  He pulled away and rocked into
her.  "I'll make you crave me."
   The slippery, thin tentacle entered her ass.
   She gave herself over to him.  Fucked him, let him do whatever he
wanted. Wait?  Was she supposed to be doing that?
   'Yes, let him in.  Let him fuck your body.  He knows what you need.'
   All her holes were filled and brought the most pleasure possible.  Time
seemed to stretch into a thin line, her mind only thought of him and what
he was doing to her.  Each moment she climbed a higher, moaned deeper.  If
she could talk, she would only beg for more of him.
   The final explosion went through her entire body, scalp to sole.  Her
body trembled, flailed, bucked.  It went on and on and she couldn't stop
fucking him, wanting him.
   'Give it to him.  Give him the pleasure you feel.  Let him drink your
sweet nectar.  Pour that juice over his cock.  You love feeding him.  Don't
ever let him go hungry.  Don't ever hold back.  Feed him your sweet pussy.
Come hard, swallow deep.  You feed off Dekker.  Drink his fluids deep. 
Suck.  Here it comes.  Suck hard.'
   Lalitha's mind spoke and her body followed.  He came and she drank the
fluid rushing into her mouth.
   When he pulled out her mouth, she licked her lips, sucked on her
fingers. He leaned down and kissed her, over their heads, his secondary
arms were busy with something.
   "You want another round?" He asked.
   "Yes," she answered as a reflex.  She hadn't given the answer a moment's
thought.
   He penetrated her once again, moving slowly, not in a thrusting motion,
but more of a winding gesture.  "You like that?"
   "Mmm," she hummed.
   She grunted as pure pleasure took over, not quite an orgasm, just the
step climb that would lead there.  Her grunts were primal in nature,
depraved, needy.  She needed to come again, needed him to fuck her harder.
Use her pussy until she couldn't take anymore.
   ***
   Lalitha woke gradually.  Once again, she felt soft and smooth all over.
There was something ...  something she was supposed to do.
   The sample!  She turned and looked at the clear glass container, the
yellow gelatin inside, cap affixed.
   "Thank you."
   "Did you get everything you needed?"
   She smiled and didn't shy from him when she blushed.  "Yes, at least for
now." She sat up and stretched, rolled her shoulders.  "It is usual for you
to take a ...  a partner more than once?  Myths surrounding creatures of
your talents don't mention repeat encounters."
   "Would you complain about the repeat performance?"
   Lalitha opened her mouth, but paused.  The second time had been vastly
different, more intense.  It even seemed to last longer.  Perhaps the myths
were built on those who did not desire a repeat performance - probably fed
on during a time of weakness, human looking.  "No, no complaints.  You make
a good point."
   "As do you.  That's something I need to talk to you about.  You're the
first female that has held me captive, and while I appreciate the kindness
you--"
   A blaring alarm went off and a countdown clock appeared on the glass.
   Lalitha gathered her samples and ran to the door.  She didn't look
behind her on the way to enter the pass code.  She rushed to her keyboard
and hit the stop on the alarm with two seconds to spare.  Then she closed
the unit and looked up, holding her breath.
   Dekker, still in his containment unit, cocked his head to the side in
question.
   "Fail safe.  I thought four hours would be double the time I needed."
   "Four is my happy place.  I get the best results that way." Another
wink.
   Lalitha's belly fluttered.
   "I can ...  could go all day."
   Lalitha looked at him via the small window on one of her displays.  His
tone sounded similar to remorse.
   She put the sample in for chemical analysis in addition to her own blood
and tissue.
   This time, she got lucky.  If he got out, how would she control him? 
She had emergency protocols, but they all instructed the system to
terminate the intruder.
   ***
   Over the next week, Lalitha worked on her data.  Even when she kept his
third wall as a mirror, he distracted her.
   She grinned as he lay on his back, tentacles in the air, pantomiming
fucking, working each of them in and around a phantom body, but never to
completion.  That day, she didn't get anything done.
   Future visits to the basement were kept to a minimum.
   ***
   Lalitha thundered down the stairs and changed the mirror to glass.  "I'm
finished analyzing the results!"
   "Ah," Dekker purred, "is that what all the giddiness is about?"
   "Yes, of course." She left it unsaid that she would be able to plan
another session as soon as possible.  She already knew what parameters she
wanted to set.  "You secrete more than lubrication.  It reads with some
rather promising pharmacological properties, medicinal.  The rejuvenating
properties alone would fund a company with its unique blend of sanitation,
relaxants, and mood boosters.  This is how you bring them around: weak,
needy, and compliant."
   "Those I have been with tend to use kinder terms."
   "Of course, I speak in generalities."
   Lalitha wondered about herself.  She didn't feel weak when she was with
him.  He needed her.  She had a responsibility to care for her specimen, to
keep him alive and healthy.
   "You see, the netherworld is a place of profound magic.  Humans speak of
feeding the spirit - art, music, crafts.  Creatures of magic, food is just
a side effect, a bonus.  Your spirit is what drives you." Her fingers flew
over the keyboard, typing her thoughts.  "Your semen has a fascinating
banquet of chemicals." She detached a small monitor and brought it over to
the glass.  "See?  This chart shows all the cosmetic and vitality benefits
as a side effect."
   Dekker walked over, appeared to be reading the chart.
   "Your ejaculate, points for your full body orgasms, contain two sets of
genetic material, a dominant nether set and a human carrier set.  It
appears that at some point they mix.  Reproduction was never my strong
suit. I'll have to read up on that."
   Lalitha turned the pad back to herself and began typing up her thoughts.
Frustrated with the touch screen, she went back to her desk.
   "Your actual sperm count is low, far below sterility levels for a human.
I don't see how you'd fertilize an egg."
   "You could ask."
   She looked up.  "Of course.  Please, explain."
   "Impregnation is a different process.  I would have to extend my ... 
it's a thin tube that can penetrate your inner opening."
   "The cervix?  May I see it?"
   "I don't control it."
   "What about birth control.  Do you use it?"
   "We're long lived.  No control needed.  When and if or how it happens is
a miracle."
   Lalitha jumped on the opportunity to extend her study.  "Perhaps I could
solve that mystery!" She opened her notes and added the proposal.  "Oh,
before the abrupt end to our session you wanted to tell me about someone
you've been with more than once?"
   "I will.  What did you mean by rejuvenating?"
   "My vitals improved dramatically.  I sleep better.  The demands of my
research sometimes leave me forgetful of things like food, sleep,
exercise." And how great sex could be.  "Skin elasticity, glow.  Fantastic
readings across the board." She marked the audio and video to record and
went to the glass wall.
   "I have been with a woman several times before.  After a month, she
suffered prolonged fatigue.  I left her company and she appeared to
recover. I tend not to stick around more than a week."
   "You've been here for twenty-four days."
   He grinned.  "I have been confined."
   "Yes, well, are you saying I should increase the frequency of our
sessions?  How often did you visit this woman?"
   "Whenever she wanted.  Regardless, I leave many exhausted after one or
two rounds.  Captivity must favor me."
   Increasing the sessions would extend beyond the situation he already
described.  Lalitha could not afford to jeopardize her research.  She
entered alarm parameters into the computer.
   "It always ends the same.  I met a shapely woman of fifteen once a week,
but I had to abandon her after a season."
   "Fifteen?  That's not a woman."
   "Men and women come into their adult stage at a variety of ages.  She
was plenty woman." He shook his head.  "I tend to get lucky with the secret
clubs.  Whispers from one woman to the next, instructions on how to call me
into her bed."
   "Many of those?"
   "Not as many as I'd like."
   ***
   Lalitha needed to record the effects of repeated exposure on a different
subject.
   She didn't warn Dekker.  Didn't turn the mirror to glass.  She set the
unconscious woman in the annex and waited.  Minutes later, she stirred and
wandered into the only door that opened.
   "Excuse me?  Is there someone here?  Can you ...  what is that?"
   Dekker's tail lowered and he leaned around the door, his features
instantly transformed.  He looked like a human - the same culture as her -
sharing the same curly brown hair and light blue eye color.
   The woman shook her head and rubbed her temple.
   Warning indicators of telepathic influence went off.  Lalitha didn't
have any of those go off when she was in the room with him.
   Interesting.
   Dekker waved her closer.  "Did something happen to you?"
   "I ...  I don't remember.  Who are you?  I thought I saw a snake or
something a moment ago.  How do I get out of here?"
   Dekker moved faster than Lalitha knew was possible from his bed to her
side nearly eight feet away.  She screamed as tentacles wrapped around the
woman's arms and legs.  He tugged her clothing off, each piece in a finely
coordinated symphony that kept her restrained as she lost each article.
   He began with the slimy tentacle first, dripping with lubricant.  The
woman, Subject Beta, panted as she screamed for help, then groaned as his
cock entered her vagina.
   "Stop!  I--" Her protest was cut off by the tentacle in her mouth.
   Dekker winced.  "Oh?  So you want to play rough?  Bite me again.  The
harder you bite."
   Her eyes bugged as he sent the slimy tentacle into her ass.  Thrusting
faster than the one in her pussy.
   "The rougher we play." Dekker laughed and attached the suckers to her
nipples.  "Much better.  That's it." He crooned.  "Mmm, kiss it better."
   Lalitha frowned.  He never spoke that much to her.  Perhaps initially,
but their most recent sessions had been wordless, filled more with her own
insane thoughts than actual words.
   Tears ran down the subject's cheek as he fucked her hard and fast.  When
she reached climax, Dekker groaned, convulsed.  He shivered seconds before
releasing the flow of ejaculate.  It seemed more clear than the milky
yellow he released with her.
   ***
   Lalitha rolled the cart loaded with fresh water, cleaning supplies, and
linen into the containment unit.
   "Did you enjoy the show?" Dekker asked.
   "It was a worthy experiment." She changed the sheets and wiped down the
floor.  "Your ejaculate had a different composition.  What changed?"
   "That wasn't obvious enough?"
   Lalitha frowned.  The girl had been unwilling at the start, scared, a
true victim of the encounter.  "I'll need to run another test to verify my
theory."
   "Unwilling?"
   "Yes.  I can put a bounty on an unlicensed trans-plane resident.  If the
subject becomes willing, don't initiate consummation, but always accept her
advances."
   Dekker nodded.  "I'll miss you."
   "Nonsense.  You've barely known me.  The search should take a few days.
I have a lot to do to prepare.  Message me if you need anything."
   ***
   Subject Gamma woke in a fury.  "You can't do this to me!" She jumped up,
holding the thread bare sheet to her naked body.  She spun around, taking
in the walls, the mirror, the low bed, cameras.  "I have rights!"
   She didn't, but the bounty hunter who delivered her was inexperienced,
didn't know how to properly identify a trans-plane from a wraith born.
   Her monitor displayed Subject Gamma's analysis.  How would this affect
the parameters?  Part netherworld herself, would she be immune to
exhaustion?
   The woman screamed, thrashed as he crawled over, his tail flicking and
swishing, in full netherworld form.
   Lalitha watched the feed from her bed, upstairs.  The laptop ran data,
while she had a video feed running to the large screen in her bedroom.  She
rigged the setup a week ago.  Lalitha enjoyed watching Dekker moments
before falling asleep.
   She rolled onto her back, legs spread, pussy wet, anticipating the show.
   Dekker lifted the woman into the air.  Within a minute, her screams
turned into moans, grunts, and half-hearted protests.
   Lalitha worked the newly purchased dildo in her pussy.  It was nothing
like Dekker, but it helped her imagine him inside her, making her wet.
   With her, Dekker went slowly, adding each new element at the right time.
He did the same to Subject Gamma.  By the time he had every orifice and
nerve ending covered, the subject was in a lusty fugue.
   "Fuck her, Dekker.  Make her come." Lalitha ached to be in her place,
filled by him, over taken by his mastery of her body.
   Subject Gamma's body tensed with orgasm.  Lalitha tensed as she
experienced only an echo of what Dekker could accomplish.
   His ejaculate was the same clear color.  Lalitha grinned, pleased by the
result.
   ***
   Not even a full day later, Subject Gamma cast furtive glances toward the
door that connected her sparse quarters with his much larger one.  Less
reluctance and more worry as the hours passed.  Finally, desire won out. 
She crossed into Dekker's room.
   "Would you ...  please ...  again?"
   "Fuck you?"
   She nodded.
   "All you ever have to do is come in my room." He signaled her closer as
primary and secondary phallus lengthened.  "Come here."
   ***
   Lalitha entered Gamma's unit while she slept (passed out) covered in wet
ejaculate.  "Why don't you rub it into her skin?" Lalitha put out fresh
food and water, all high nutrient foods designed to replenish her between
sessions.
   "I only do that as a comfort, a soothing action.  Also, useful between
rounds, helps it dry faster.  She passed out again.  Delicious though."
   "You know her origin?"
   Dekker nodded.  "She will last much longer."
   ***
   Subject Gamma threw herself into the role of the insatiable woman and
went to Dekker for sex every day.  Twice, when she passed out before
leaving his room.
   Despite her lineage and netherworld strength, Lalitha noted the marked
decline in Subject Gamma's vitals.
   A week later, and she never left his room, stayed in his bed, snuggling
with him.  She shivered, no doubt due to the low blood pressure and
weakness.  Yet, she woke each time seeking another orgasm.
   Dekker used the subject's less than energetic body to try out various
positions.  He would have her suspended, half dazed, only to shift her
later, positioning his tentacles like suspension ropes.
   Though he claimed not to need the act of sex to feed - only because of
his pleasure - he went and fucked her even when she was too tired to speak.
His ejaculate / orgasm was barely a blip in the data.
   After three weeks, subject gamma crawled to her own room to get away
from him.
   Given the lull in sexual activity, Lalitha entered Gamma's unit to
supply more food and drink.  The woman's face was pale, sunken.  Though she
had been fed well, nothing seemed to stick, even her weight dropped.
   "Have you seen this kind of--"
   Swift movement out the corner of her eye then she was flying backwards
into his embrace.
   "Dekker!  What are you doing?" A tentacle wrapped tight around her
throat.
   "It occurred to me that you aren't familiar with this part." Hands
worked on her clothing.  She knew what 'this part' was - how he was able to
restrain and disrobe an unwilling 'partner.' His movements seemed frantic,
impatient as he tossed the shirt and shorts aside.
   He sighed next to ear as he penetrated her.  "That feels so good.  You
want me." The tentacle around her throat loosened.
   "Yes."
   "Say it again."
   "I want you to fuck me." She cried out as he thrust deep.  Her pussy,
her ass, her whole body missed him.  Even if she started out for scholarly
reasons, her body now craved Dekker's touch.
   How long until she ended up like the others?  Why did she never
experience that same loss of vitality?
   She'd look into those answers later.  For now, her body thrusted
blindly, clenched and writhed.
   "Yes, that's what I like.  Want you to come hard for me.  Give me the
strength I need to fuck your prisoner to death."
   Lalitha winced at his harsh words, but her body had another reaction. 
"Fuck!" She gushed over his cock, moisture rushed from her body.  The
orgasm washed through her and triggered his own roaring release.
   She had to view the recording to learn what happened after that.  He
rubbed the thick yellow substance into her skin, held her body close to his
long after he finished with her.  Once she was dry, he set her near the
door, clothing piled into her lap.
   That's how she woke, confused and disoriented.
   And worried.
   Lalitha worked alone, but she had a personal relationship with her
subject.  For her safety, she sent periodic recordings to a fellow
colleague.  Had his encounter with her been one of them?
   She learned the answer a couple hours: Yes.
   "I was unaware you were feeding the creature.  I'll need your
self-analysis as well.  You have been doing analysis, correct?"
   "Yes, of course." Lalitha buried her hand into her hair as her face
flushed.  "I'm sending them now." Lalitha did not want to be part of the
study, but his fresh injection of capital allowed her to expand her
research lab.
   "I had no idea you were so appealing.  It made the footage a welcome
surprise."
   "I did not intend that feed to reach you.  I know it's unscientific,
Professor, but--"
   "Gerald, please.  Do not fret, Lalitha.  I see the appeal.  Please send
any footage from earlier encounters."
   For his research, Lalitha knew this, but he had already admitted to
enjoying the viewing.  "I'll send them along."
   Subject Gamma's erotic delirium gained volume.
   "I'll let you get back to your work."
   "Thank you," Lalitha ended the call and focused on the activity taking
place in the containment unit.  Something was different about her, but she
couldn't pin down what.  Her chemical make up had been no different from
Subject Beta.  Gamma was a wraith born, which only made her last longer.
   ***
   Subject Gamma begged Dekker to fuck her, and he always complied, though
with decreasing enthusiasm.  Lalitha watched the feeds between organizing
data samples.  It was the four week anniversary of Subject Gamma's arrival
to Lalitha's lab.  She was stuffed in every hole by Dekker's tentacles. 
Pale, thin, bruised, but begging for more.
   "Fuck!  Hedra fires!"
   Lalitha ran into his unit.  Subject gamma lay limp on the floor.  Skin
ashen, eyes wide and vacant.
   Dekker crawled onto his bed and pulled all his appendages in, hands
around his knees, tail tucked over his feet.
   Lalitha left the corpse and moved to him.  She crawled onto the bed and
put her arm around him.
   "No fucking self-control.  You'd think at some point she'd stop." He
rolled his eyes.  "Do you have what you wanted?"
   "You're trembling.  Lalitha speaking."
   Her computer responded.  "Voice recognized.  Issue command."
   "Sample collection from Primary Subject."
   Dekker extended his arm with a heavy sigh as the robotic arms drew blood
and tissue.
   "I didn't know it would be like that when I agreed," he said.  "She was
about to climax, but her body couldn't handle it.  I felt her death - sour,
bitter, too strong.  Feels terrible.  Not my taste." Dekker readjusted his
tail to wrap around Lalitha's body.  "Some kind feed on that.  It's all
they want, like a drug or a delicacy." He grinned.  "All of it is a drug. I
couldn't.  Ugh." Another tremor passed through his body.  "It's under my
skin, crawling over the bone.  Kuthers specialize in providing this stuff.
Blegh." He sounded like someone who had ingested something vile.
   The first time.  Would he come to appreciate the acrid taste of a death?
What if it was something only discovered by accident?
   "I'm sorry I made you do that." Lalitha kissed him on his arm and up
toward his shoulder.  "I'll come back.  I need to process her body."
   ***
   She spent the autopsy dripping wet.  Subject Gamma's death meant the end
of the experiment, back to being his sole source of enrichment.  She ended
the feed distribution.
   "Feeling any better?" Lalitha asked as she entered the containment unit.
   Dekker made a non-committal sound.  His tail lay slack off the side of
the bed.
   "I know what you need, Dekkerimolitz."
   At the mention of his full name, his tail whipped around excitedly.  He
rolled onto his side and looked at her with a slight grin.
   "You need something to wash that bad taste out your mouth."
   "I know something that would taste delicious."
   She crawled on top of him, rubbed her body up and down his.  Lalitha
didn't want any one else fucking him but her.  She leaned forward and
kissed him on the lips.
   "Eager.  You want me?"
   "Yes."
   "I know this flavor." He groaned as she rode his erection.  "You don't
want anyone else to take me?"
   "I don't.  There's an eight hour alarm." Her breath caught as he worked
her clitoris, sucking and massaging it.
   "Each one will count."
   She left it unsaid that she could reset the alarm from within this time.
She would have to run diagnostics.  Her eyes closed and rocked on the glory
of his double penetration and sucked enthusiastically on the fresh fluid in
her mouth.  Her non-verbal grunts and moans were unlike pornography. 
Played back they were deranged, half mad.
   Always soothing and easy to listen too, Dekker's voice took on a new
quality when he was inside her.  The sound seemed to touch her, slide over
her skin.
   "You are most beautiful like this, most alive.  That's it.  Squeeze your
pussy.  Good.  Keep doing that.  Yeah.  Make me work, Lalitha."
   Idly, she wondered about being hooked up to him for a whole day.  Her
pussy spasmed and she moaned, fucked him harder.
   "I think you're ready.  That's it." He turned them over until he was on
top.  "Yes.  Oh, yes.  Fuck."
   She'd join him if she could talk.  He was hitting her hard, filling her.
It hurt, but felt so good.  She wanted more.  Her orgasm was so strong she
worried for her health.  It went on and on, taxing her muscles and her
heart.  The warm liquid of his ejaculate coated her skin like a loving
blanket.
   Ready?  Did he say something about...?
   She screamed around the tentacle in her mouth.  Dekker pinched her
nipple, tugged and twisted her clitoris, pounded her pussy and ass straight
into a second orgasm.  Long wounded groans.  One behind another, gaining
pitch, frantic, irrational.
   ***
   "The timer." Dekker murmured as he held her, curled around her body.
   "Lalitha speaking."
   "Voice recognized.  Issue command."
   "End timer."
   "Cannot run command until sample collection is complete."
   She sat up and extended her arm.  "Take the samples and end timer."
   Lalitha extended her arm.
   "I have a theory I'd like to share with you." He spoke at a soft whisper
in her ear.  "You love theories."
   "What's your theory?"
   "Unsuitable hosts cannot use the cocktail of chemicals that you listed.
Only a genetic match, perhaps?  One that provides protection from the
energy drain?" He nibbled the lobe of her ear.
   "Genetic match?  But if that were the case, then I--"
   Two beeps from the application.
   "Read message," Lalitha fought to keep her voice even, but she knew what
she was about to hear.
   Pregnant, carrying a nether child, a future wraith born.  This wasn't
supposed to happen.
   "The growth period will require my presence.  I need to feed you, keep
you safe." He licked the side of her face.  "Let me out this prison.  You
can still study me.  I will not leave your side."
   The entire time he spoke a tentacle worked her pussy.  It should be
sore, abraded.  She knew, had known.  Gerald mentioned that Dekker's
'beneficial cocktail' made a superb prenatal adjustment.
   She knew and didn't care, because this, him, was exactly what she
wanted.
   <->
   Epilogue: Lots of notes I wanted to hit with this one.  1) Female
researcher.  2) Male, non-human captive 3) Tentacles 4) Incubus
Written: April 2014
"My sexual interests are like my eating habits.  I'll try anything once,
twice, if you prepare it differently." -Bianca Lee
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