THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Connor

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

His father wasn't just the lowest bastard he'd ever known, he was
also utterly insane. Dr Connor Richard Parker Axelrod stared at
the papers and journals scattered on the table beside him and
contemplated the mess he was now facing. He hadn't even attended
his father's funeral three months ago, preferring to work like a
horse at his latest dig site, as he wasn't hypocritical enough to
mourn for a father who aroused nothing but loathing from him.
Maximiliam Axelrod had spent the last few years of his life
investing nearly a billion dollars into some bizarre scientific
research that the man believed would somehow result in a method to
make Maximiliam young again. Connor would assume that his father
was a victim of a systematic con if he wasn't sitting right here
on the evidence of his father's madness.

He hadn't believed it until he stepped foot on this island, an
unnamed and unchartered island which Connor called, without irony,
the Island of Dr Moreau. He was greeted by the rather too-eager-to-
please Michael Bergin, who claimed to be the man in charge of the
running of the house which Connor is now staying, and Val Kilmer,
the "operations manager" whose arrogant smirk made Connor uneasy.
Michael and Val were hiding something from him. Max's journals
contained mostly rambling entries about how he was close to making
progress, that Dr Michael Bergin was somehow always at the brink
of manipulating some oncogene in the human genome so that the
cells in one's body would remain immortal. Jesus, Max believed
that he would live forever, Connor thought in disgust.

He didn't know what Michael, Val, and their staff were up to, but
they were researching something in the labs they had given Connor
a tour of earlier. Max's huge fortune was used to set up a lab
that would put many science-fiction movies to shame. But all
Connor could deduce was that the research was genetic in nature.
Beyond that, no one ventured any actual information. No doubt Val
and Michael would do all they could to cover up whatever shady
activities they were indulging in before they would tell Connor
anything.

Connor intended to shut down this plant and offer the island up to
the highest bidder. He had already made plans to sell off his
father's various holdings all over the world, having no interest
in touching anything that belonged to his father, even if he now
inherited everything. He could tell from the subtle widening of
Michael's eyes when he told the man of his plans that Michael
didn't like the idea. Whatever the man was doing here, he wanted
to continue doing it. Well, tough. He would have to do it
elsewhere.

A knock on the door interrupted Connor's reverie. He shut the
journals and pushed them and the papers into a drawer and locked
it before answering the door. He wasn't too surprised to find
Michael standing at the doorway. He was actually expecting the man
to come to his door.

Michael was a very good-looking man with a lean, muscular physique
that was rare in a man of his vocation. Connor noticed the man's
unearthly good looks the moment they met and he discovered just
how sexy the man's body was when Connor had Michael bent over on
the stairs and fucked the brains out of that scientist with his
swollen cock. Michael was a fuckable piece of tight ass and Connor
hadn't a decent fuck since he left his dig site at Bolivia a week
ago. He had no doubt that Michael found him attractive. With his
six feet four height and a powerfully-muscled physique that was
the fruit of years of hard labor, he attracted lovers like honey
attracted the bees. He was also a handsome man - handsome, not
pretty - and the impression of potent virility was enhanced by his
neatly-groomed beard and moustache. A real man, more than one
breathless lover had called him as they begged him not to stop
pounding his unusually large and thick cock between their legs,
and they all couldn't get enough of him. They always wanted him to
master them, make them his, and pumped his hot male seed into
them. And he'd given them what they wanted since he turned
fourteen and learned how to fuck. Fat people, skinny people, ugly
or beautiful, he never denied them his stud service as long as he
found them even a little likeable. Sex was his sweetest escape if
history was his first love.

Michael walked into the room, without a word, and his back turned
to Connor, unclasped the belt around his dressing gown to let it
fall. His nude, beautiful body seemed to gleam in the light from
the small lamp on Connor's table. Connor paused only to unzip his
jeans and as his erect cock jutted free to seek the warmth between
Michael's legs, Connor pushed Michael roughly to bend over the
table even as he bruisingly plunged his penis deep, the force of
the penetration forcing Michael to arch his back in pain-pleasure
against Connor's muscular front.

Connor knew he could get Michael addicted to his cock if he wanted
to. A plan formed in his head even as he began balling the man
into a frenzy; he'd stay here and pretend to agree with everything
Michael and Val said. But when Michael weakened in his lust for
Connor, the man would reveal every secret he has to Connor. They
always did when Connor worked his magic on them. Just ask his old
assistant who blabbed his plans to sell Connor out to a rival
archeologist, the fucker at the university board that was plotting
to cut off Connor's fundings, or any of the many people who tried
to cross him until he concentrated the full extent of his virility
on them. Some of them might hated him, but they were all helpless
against him when he used their vulnerabilities to him against
them.

Michael, unaware of the true nature of the beast that was fucking
him, climaxed violently. He screamed in pleasure as tears escaped
his tightly-shut eyes, missing the cold, satisfied gleam in
Connor's eyes as he ruthlessly used the man to get his rocks off.



Ion Davidov couldn't remember ever being a child. He remembered
being twelve and asking his 'father' Max why he was different from
everyone on this island. He didn't dare reveal to Max that he had
sneaked into Max's room when Max was away at the mainland to watch
what the world outside this island was like, but he knew that he
was very different even at that age. He assumed that people kept
their tails in their pants just like he tried to, but he knew now
that human beings didn't have tails. Max explained then that Ion
was different because Ion was special. Ion knew now that he was
"special" because he wasn't born, he was created. He wasn't even
entirely human. He was mostly human, but he had eyes, teeth, and a
tail that could never be mistaken for human. He didn't know for
certain, but he also guessed that his body worked in ways that
would be different from a normal human. After all, he was part
human, part feline, part amphibian, and part who-knows-what-else.

He was also finding it increasingly hard to rein in his mating
instincts. Thanks to Val, he knew what the acting of mating
consisted of. His instincts scared him, therefore, because it hurt
when Val forced his cock into Ion's unprepared anus and Ion never
knew what he was supposed to get from the act. Val seemed to enjoy
it, but apart from receiving Val's semen, Ion had nothing but
agony and a puzzling feeling of shame. But Val wouldn't hurt him
now, Ion reassured himself. They wouldn't find him. The island was
wide and there was thousands of places where Ion could hide and
never be found. They had been hunting for him, their prized
possession, for months now, but Val would never find Ion as long
as Ion was still breathing.

He was careful to move with the stealth his feline grace allowed
him, having raided enough food supply and electronic device from
the house to last him for the next few months, and he was smiling
at the thought of Val's furious expression when he heard a groan
from a window and paused. Was someone hurt? He wouldn't even spit
on anyone in that house even if they were on fire, but another
groan gave Ion pause. The men inside were hurting, perhaps, but
they also seemed to be in... ecstasy. A low, masculine moan,
similar to Val's sounds when he was fucking Ion, only more musical
to the ears, could be heard. Ion had to look into the window.

He gasped silently.

He had never seen such a powerful specimen of masculinity before.
The man pinning Dr Bergin on the bed reminded Ion of a scuplture
of the Greek hero Hercules once. This man's physique was near
perfection, his thick and powerful muscles rippling under his
tawny skin that glistened with a sheen of sweat as the man lifted
his rounded and taut buttocks, exposing the stunning girth of that
dark, slippery cock a few inches before he thrust back down,
embedding that cock deep into Dr Begin until Dr Bergin cried out
loud and begged the man for more. Dr Bergin was tall, but he was
dwarfed on the bed, a picture of submission, as he shuddered under
the man's powerful coupling. Their harsh moans of pleasure made an
obscene, arousing song of decadent sin, the wet slapping sound of
their mating flesh making the song only sweeter. The stranger's
expression was feral, terrifying, and sinfully handsome even in
his most savage and bestial.

Dr Bergin was definitely in pain, but he was also certainly in
ecstasy. Ion never expected to realize that one could enjoy the
mating act this much, or that the act itself could bring such
sweetest pain and pleasure to a person. Or maybe it wasn't the act
as much as the person who was involved in the act, Ion thought,
thinking of Val's violent and degrading fucking. Dr Bergin's lover
was far from gentle, but he was not violent either. He was
magnificent. Ion's sharp nails cut into his palm as he watched Dr
Bergin's lover gave one last thrust. The man was giving Dr Bergin
his seed, Ion knew from the way the man's buttocks clenched and
the way the man shuddered and cried out in low male triumph.

Ion couldn't watch any more. His own body was screaming to mate,
and not just with any man, but with this particular virile man. He
needed the man's touch even as his body cried out for the man's
seed. At that moment, he hated Dr Bergin so much that he could rip
the man to pieces if the man was standing before him. Oh, to be
the man receiving the stranger's hard cock!

Something was changing inside his body. Ion didn't know what it
was, but he could feel an alien ripening of... something, a need,
a violent urge inside his body. He blindly scrambled forth,
letting his predator instincts led him home, only to carelessly
toss his booty onto the floor of his home before he rushed out
again into the wilds where he was an integral part of. He ripped
at his T-shirt as he ran, tore at his jeans, and naked, ran and
climbed until he was at the top of the tallest tree in the jungle.
He looked at the mansion, visible at the rocky outcrop like the
mad scientist haunt that it was, and howled. He was in need, in
pain, burning with desire. He was also realizing for the first
time just how inhuman he was. For he knew, should he ever meet Dr
Bergin's lover, the man would recoil in terror at what Ion was.
Wiping fiercely at the tears he never wanted to feel, Ion threw
his head back and howled one more time.



A thunderstorm was brewing. Connor let the rain wash over his
naked body as he leaned against the railing on the balcony. The
rain was still light enough for him to dimly make out the jungle
vista under him. Somewhere, a wolf was howling. Connor's ears
pricked at the sound. For a moment, he had a wistful fancy that he
could detect a keen sense of loneliness and pain in that long
howl.

Without giving much thought to what he was doing, he threw his
head back and howled back.



TWO

Ion sensed him before he actually saw the man. A week had passed
since he saw the magnificent mate of Dr Bergin, but his body was
so attuned to the keen lust that bloomed whenever Ion thought of
the man (which was often, usually at night, when Ion writhed in
lust and need in his bed) that he was aware that the man was near
even before he saw him.

Shock seized him for a brief second when he saw the man. The man
was badly injured, a wound on his head bleeding profusely, and he
was lying on the ground, unconscious. Six men surrounded him. Val
had a smug smile on his face as he prepared his rifle for one
final shot that would destroy the beautiful man completely. Ion
didn't know what the man had done to anger Dr Bergin and Val, but
anyone who was these men's enemy was Ion's to save, especially
this man. Ion growled, his fangs bared as he got ready for the
kill. And then he pounced.

He didn't manage to kill Val, more the pity. But there was a
satisfaction in watching the six men fleeing in terror, with Val
screaming as he gripped his cheek where Ion had mauled right
through the skin. They would be back. Val would never let Ion get
away with this insult. Ion swallowed his fear and concentrated on
checking the man he had saved. The man lived. Ion could feel a
pulse. Hoping he wouldn't damage the man more than those men
already had, Ion lifted the man as gently as he could over his
shoulders and melted into the shadows of the jungles before Val
returned with a larger force for vengeance.



Oh shit. Connor groaned as he opened his eyes. His head hurt, but
he had experienced worse. He would live, and that was enough. He
looked around him. The last thing he remembered was discovering
the missing pages of his father's journal in his father's secret
safe and confronting Michael about this "genetic experiment". Then
there was darkness, pain... Connor jolted into full awareness. Val
must have ambushed Connor, caught him off-guard. Connor realized,
as he began to be aware more fully of his environment, that he had
a thick bandage on his head (he touched it, it hurt a little) and
there were wounds on his chest that were already healed.

"You were unconscious for nearly two weeks," came a gentle,
delicate male voice. "I was so worried that you will never be
awake, even if your strong body resists death. I am not a doctor,
although I've read many medical texts, and I was close to despair
that I can't do enough to save you."

"Who are you?" Connor asked. He was in a cave. A well-furnished
cave, he realized with a surprise. He was on a makeshift bed - a
rock upon which a mattress was placed - in a cave where someone
had turned into a home as much as he could. Books lined the rocky
niches on the wall, there was a kettle hanging from a wooden stand
over the fire in the fireplace (more like a hollow in the cave
wall) from which a pleasant smell of tea made Connor realize how
thirsty he was. And the man living here was standing over him,
swathed in dark robes so that Connor could barely make out the
man's face.

"My name is Ion."

Connor didn't have to think too hard to deduce that this must be
the poor man that Michael experimented on. The man must have taken
all his courage to escape the bastard. Connor looked at the man's
hidden face and felt something in his heart give. "You are the one
they are looking for, right?" asked Connor. "No, don't be afraid.
I won't let them have you. You saved my life, Ion. I'm in your
debt. I'll take you with me back to America, if that's what you
want."

"America. Max came from there." Ion sounded wistful.

Connor was beyond surprise at this point. His father recalled Ion
fondly in those pages, saying that Ion was like the son he never
had. Then, Connor had been seized by an irrational fury borned
from envy - his father treated him like dirt but cared for some
guinea pig, of all the fucking nerve. But now, Connor easily let
go of his resentment. His father wasn't worth it. Connor let
gratitude fill his heart, washing out his bitterness over his
past. "Yeah. Max," he said. "Max's my father."

"He's a great man. He always visited and treated me well. Things
became worse when he stopped coming."

Connor sighed. "Max died, Ion. He died when his plane crashed on
his way here." Connor found himself saying, "He didn't hurt for
long. It was a quick death."

"Were you there?" Ion asked quietly.

"Yes," lied Connor. "He was sorry he didn't get to see you."

Ion screamed. Connor allowed the man to scream. Ion wept, punching
at Connor in his disbelief that Max, the only man who cared for
him, was never coming back, and he even embraced the man hard as
Ion shed tears. At least someone cared that the old man was dead,
Connor thought bitterly. He wouldn't cry for Max. He hadn't cried
since the day he walked out on his father. But as he held the
sobbing Ion, something in him softened. He didn't know it then,
but Ion's tears had melted the ice in Connor's heart, slowly
allowing Connor to eventually, perhaps one day, let go of and
forgive the past. Ion's hood fell back and Connor gasped. As he
gently placed his fingers under Ion's chin and lifted it so that
Connor could wipe the young man's tears, he was poleaxed to
realize how beautiful the visage he held before him was. Ion's
face could easily be an angel's, so delicate and fine, and Connor
couldn't remember seeing any man as beautiful as Ion. Ion's lips
were plump and inviting, his eyes a startling shade of green and
unfathomable, his nose aristocratic - everything about the face
was balanced and imbued with pure, unadulterated beauty.

Not one feature was out of place in Connor's eyes. He had found
his ideal male beauty. His knees staggered as he was knocked
breathless and weak by the sight before him. Holding Ion, Connor
felt coarse and brutal. He was aware of how large he was compared
to Ion's slim build. He felt like a hirsute monster who would
corrupt this pure, angelic creature in his arms. He couldn't bear
it even if he couldn't bear to let Ion go. His cock, already
surging into its monstrous length, throbbed urgently as Connor
forgot his pain. All he knew was Ion, all he could see and hear
and feel and smell was Ion. So lost in his lust that he was barely
aware of Ion's hand accidentally brushing his cock head and Ion
gasping and jumping out of Connor's arms.

Connor wanted to howl in frustration at the loss of Ion in his
arms. It took all of his control to keep his face barely
recognizable as human as he lifted a reassuring hand to the
panicked young man. It wasn't easy. Ion was looking at his hand,
barely a few inches away from Connor's blood-engorged cock. Ion
touched a drop of semen at the tip of Connor's cock earlier and
now there was a ropey strand of come glistening in the light,
connecting Ion's fingertip to Connor's monster cock. "It's okay,"
Connor hastened to reassure Ion. "I'm sorry, Ion. It's just that
you're so beautiful and I am a disgusting monster. I won't touch
you, I swear, Ion, please, don't go."

"It hurts. Mating hurts," Ion whispered.

"Who has hurt you?" All lust was forgotten as outrage took control
of Connor as he envisioned someone brutalizing this beautiful man.
"That son of a bitch! I'll kill them!"

"It hurts when Val mated with me. He hit me and said that he liked
it when I cried."

"No, mating should be good for the people involved," Connor
reassured him even as he mentally made a note to kill Val.

"Dr Bergin liked it when you mated with him, I guess," Ion said.
"I saw you two."

Connor nodded. "And you'll like it if I mate with you," he
promised the man. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to, Ion.
But when you want me, you tell me. I will show you that you can
have pleasure from mating, I swear."

Ion nodded. "I don't know your name," he said.

"Connor. Connor Richard Parker Axelrod, that's my name, and I am
in your debt, Ion." He studied Ion, desirous still. "I'm all
yours, Ion, for anything you want to do with me."




THREE

Connor's words were still fresh in Ion's mind later that week as
Ion watched the man catch some fish in the brook for their dinner.
Ion pulled his robes closer around him. He would never mate with
Connor, unfortunately. It was impossible. Ion looked at his hands,
knowing that underneath the black sleeves, there were thick, fine
golden furs on his arms that belied the feline nature of his
being. His tail, which he kept carefully out of view, was another
reason why he couldn't even be close to Connor.

"Yeah!" Connor said in satisfaction as he placed three fish at
Ion's feet like a proud hunter showing off his kill to his mate.
"It's not as good as your efforts, but I'm getting there."

That was because Ion could breathe underwater through his skin,
thanks to his amphibian nature. He could catch fish very well,
better than Connor imagined. "You're doing good," he told Connor
with a smile. "How's your strength?"

"Better," said Connor. "I'll get us both out of here," he told Ion
solemnly. "You have my word on that, Ion. You can live with me."

Ion trembled with keen desire. Connor was offering more than a
room at his house. The man was open in his desire for Ion. Ion
often pretended to sleep as he watched discreetly as Connor often
played with his own cock, urgently rubbing it hard several times
through the night, and spilling his seed while moaning out Ion's
name. They were both going insane wanting each other while jerking
off to ease the need when they thought the other person wasn't
looking. Even now, Ion was intensely aware of Connor's wet
muscular body or the way those soaked jeans clung low to Connor's
hips, and he wanted so badly to spread his legs and beg Connor to
take him.

But he couldn't. Connor would be disgusted when he knew what Ion
was. And Ion would lose Connor's comforting presence or the man's
easy jokes that made Ion laugh. He would never see Connor's smile
again. If he was to lose Connor, at least let Connor leave him
with good memories just as he would always be the best memory in
Ion's life. Not that Ion intended to live long. He had lived all
this while believing that Max would come back and make things
right again. Now Max was dead and Ion would soon lose Max's son.
He saw no reason to live once even Connor was gone.

"My sweet, shy Ion." Connor smiled and his large hand caressed
Ion's cheek tenderly. "What do I have to do to break down your
defenses, baby? Do I have to tell you that I'm falling in love
with you? Because I am, Ion. I love you."

"No, stop it!" Ion cried. He was overjoyed. He was horrified. "You
cannot love me!"

"Why not?" Connor asked in surprise.

"You can't!" Ion just said. Without a word, he leapt to his feet
and ran for his life from Connor.



Ion was a fast runner, Connor mused, like a gazelle. Then he
sighed. It was just his luck that he could have anybody he wanted
but the only man he had ever fallen in love with thought he was a
freak. Thanks to Val whom Connor would make sure die a slow and
lingering death when he got his hands on that jerk. Which he
intended to, soon. His strength was returning fast and the day of
reckoning was near. But until then, Ion shouldn't run off alone
like that. It wasn't safe. Connor knew that Ion could take care of
himself, but damn it, he was in love and he had the right to be
protective of his love even if this love of his wasn't returning
his feelings. Yet, Connor corrected himself - yet. He would make
Ion see that they belonged together. All he had to do was to get
his throbbing cock into Ion's ass and then Ion would understand
that Connor wasn't like Val.

Connor could be stealthy too, thanks to years of dealing and
living in disreputable areas in his career as an archeologist, and
he found Ion easily. Ion wasn't aware of him yet. Perhaps he would
be if he wasn't sobbing into his hands. Connor felt a pang of
dismay. Was he that disgusting to Ion? It was sobering for a man
used to being lusted after that Ion might find him repellant. He
wanted to walk away and leave Ion alone, maybe to cry himself too
because he had no idea what else to do to get Ion to want him. He
was about to, when he saw a sight that had him rooted to the
ground.

What seemed like a cat's tail was swaying absently from under
Ion's robe as Ion cried. As Connor watched in stunned surprise,
Ion got on his feet and pulled off his robes. Connor saw that Ion
indeed had a tail growing from the point where the cleft of his
buttock ended towards his waist. Ion dived into the pond.

Connor fell onto the ground and sat there on his rump, trying to
fathom what he had just seen.

Ion wasn't human.

It was impossible. He had held the man, kissed the man even. And
Ion wasn't human?

How could Ion not be human? This is real life, not some science-
fiction movie where aliens walked the earth. But...

Ion had been underwater for nearly half an hour without
resurfacing. Connor cursed and ran towards the pond. That man
better not have drowned, he thought in rising panic, not when
Connor wasn't done with him yet... "Ion!" he cried.

Ion sensed rather than heard Connor. He was shocked to realize
that the man was there, and then panicked when he realized that he
couldn't show himself to Connor, not when he was naked and exposed
to Connor's eyes.

"I saw the tail, Ion. There's no need to hide anymore."

This was it then, Ion thought with despair. He shouldn't swim up
and face Connor. Maybe it was best to just close his eyes and die
here.

"Ion, please."

Connor's yell, suffused with pleading desperation, penetrated
Ion's despair. Let he be hurt, but he couldn't bear to let Connor
remain in pain. Ion swallowed a sob rising in his throat and swam
up to meet his fate.

Connor didn't speak. He just studied Ion as he stood there with
his hands clenched into fists by his sides. Ion closed his eyes,
his tail twitching nervously, as he waited for Connor to tell him
how disgusted the man was with him. But the words never came.
Instead, Connor whispered harshly, "Look at me. Don't close your
eyes at me."

Ion opened his eyes and gasped.

Connor had shed his clothes and he was as naked as Ion. The man's
cock was a powerful column of virile strength, throbbing urgently
against a tightly clenched washboard stomach as Connor showed no
sign of wanting Ion any less while Connor reached out and touched
Ion's stomach. "Such fine hairs on your body," Connor murmured,
"almost invisible." His other hand touched Ion's tail with a firm
grasp. Ion couldn't help but to purr. "A tail. Is there anything
else I should know?" Connor asked as his cock rubbed urgently
against Ion's stomach, leaving a slippery trail of fluid on Ion's
abs.

"I can breathe through my skin underwater. I can see at night,"
Ion told him. "I have claws."

"Yes, such beautiful hands," Connor said, kissing those fingers in
question. "And such beautiful eyes. I thought they looked like
cat's eyes. Now I know they are just that."

"You're not disgusted at me?"

"Disgusted?" Connor looked surprised at that notion. "No," he
assured Ion. "How can I be disgusted at you? I'm in love with you,
Ion. With this - " he pressed his hand against Ion's chest - "the
inside you." He eased one hairy and muscular leg between Ion's. As
his cock head rubbed teasingly against the hairy slit hiding Ion's
deepest secrets from him, he whispered, "I also happen to find
this tailed, clawed, whatever you sexy as hell." Sobering a
little, he studied Ion's face. "I love you," he said again,
wanting Ion to believe him. Begging Ion to believe him. "Even if
you have a pair of bat's wings, I will love you. Maybe this makes
me crazy, but I do. This is how I feel. See?" He deliberately let
his cock head penetrate shallowly through the tight ring of muscle
surrounding Ion's ass. "I want you as much as before."

Ion sobbed, unable to contain the relief and joy overspilling in
his soul, as Connor gently lowered him on the grass. Connor moved
his body over Ion's, carefully making sure that he didn't crush
Ion under his weight as he covered the other man. "Ion, let me
love you," he begged, thrusting the head of his cock urgently into
Ion before withdrawing. "Please."

"Yes," Ion cried. "Take me, Connor... please."

Connor laughed. "At last," he teased briefly, only to close his
eyes and moan when he slowly forged his cock deeper into Ion.

Ion shuddered as the pain began to intensify, his claws drawing
blood as they scratched gently along Connor's back. He felt the
walls of his anus protest briefly and then his ass was opening
wide, gripping every inch Connor was feeding into him as if he had
been taking cocks of this size for years. He was stretched so
tightly that he could feel every ridge and vein on that thick cock
splitting him open, and there was a burning spurt of ecstasy that
resulted when Connor thrust each time into his ass, as if that
thickly ridged cock head was stimulating a part of him that he
never knew existed, a part that gave him pleasure he never knew he
could experience. Connor thrust once, twice, thrice, and then Ion
experienced a powerful climax so intense that he thought he was
dying.

As Ion experienced his orgasm, Connor increased the depth and rate
of his fuck-thrusts. Ion's mouth was wide-open in his climax and
Connor bent down to give Ion's two cat-like fangs a slow, languid
lick on each. Ion's ass was unlike any male ass Connor had ever
gotten his cock into. This one was unusually tight but at the same
time, more elastic, almost like a woman's cunt, Connor marveled.
The ass opened easily to accommodate his monstrous dong but at the
same time it was so tight inside that Connor almost came on the
spot when his cock was fully embedded in that heavenly hole for
the first time. And then he was fucking Ion, driving Ion into a
long series of powerful, short orgasms, gritting his teeth for
control until he felt his balls tightened. He felt the first
powerful rush of orgasm burn through the tubes in his balls and
rush towards the head of his cock. And then he was noisily,
triumphantly, pumping his lush, fertile seed into Ion in his own
ecstasy, his moans of pleasure joining Ion's, until he collapsed
onto Ion, sweat-soaked, utterly sated, pleased beyond belief, and
tenderly holding his lover.

"See?" Connor whispered as they both lay there, feeling Connor
lazily perform short thrusts and enjoying the feel of their sweat-
slicked thighs rubbing against each other even as Connor's cock
throbbed and ejaculated the last of its ejaculate. "We have
created something magical, baby."





FOUR

Ion knew something was wrong. There was something strange going on
in his body. He could sense it from the odd rumbling feeling he
could sense sometimes coming from a spot between his navel and his
cock. At the same time, his libido mounted into a fevered peak,
causing him to keep taking advantage of Connor until Connor begged
for mercy. It was nearly too easy to forget where they are and
live in their own world, laughing and making love in their cave
until late morning, where they would eat breakfast before making
love again under a waterfall. He was insatiable. It was a good
thing that Connor was a superb lover with stamina to keep up.

Perhaps Connor would one day wake up and come to his senses, but
it seemed more likely day by day that he actually enjoyed being
with and loving Ion the way Ion was. Ion never knew what he did to
be this fortunate, but he was, for the first time in his life, in
bliss. He had a man who cared for him the way he was, warts and
all, and this man filled up all the voids in his life. For the
first time in his life, he felt alive.

But he was also feeling uneasy when the feeling that his body was
changing inside intensified. He didn't know what was happening and
it scared the hell out of him. But it came to him clearly what was
going on that morning when he watched his reflection in the water.

"I am having your child," he told Connor who was bathing near him.

Connor slipped and fell clumsily into the water.

"Or maybe children," Ion told Connor later that night. Connor
touched Ion just under the navel. "I don't believe this."

"I don't either. But bloody fucking hell, this is cool. I bet this
kid is made the first time we fucked." Connor smiled. "I'm going
to be a father, Ion. This is amazing!" He sobered. "This also
means that we have to get out of this place. I want my kid to be
raised safely."

"I know that look. You have a plan," Ion commented.

"You damn right I have." Connor said with a cocky grin. "I always
have a plan."



Connor frowned when Val made a move towards Ion. "Be careful. He's
having my kid. We don't want to miss out on a chance of a
lifetime."

Michael Bergin licked his lips. "Get away, Val. You can have him
once we're done with him." He had never imagined that this would
happen, his greatest creation pregnant! It was Ion's amphibian DNA
that caused this. Michael didn't know this would happen when he
used DNA from a particular species of frog where the males could
reproduce, but now, he was ecstatic. How appropriate that Connor
would succeed in performing this impossible conception when Val
couldn't despite having sexually abused Ion for years. But Connor,
Michael thought with a shiver of desire, was wholely and
spectacularly a man. It made sense that his sperm was powerful
enough to trigger a miracle.

"Yeah? Should I trust you?" Val sneered as he marched up to
Connor. "You expect me to believe that you fuck this freak, knock
him up, and then you bring him back to us because you now support
our research?"

"Shut up, Val," Michael snapped.

The seeds Connor had sowed was germinating in Michael's heart even
if the man didn't realize it. Michael looked at Connor and as he
tried to keep his desire under control, he found himself wondering
why he kept Val around when Connor was here. Val was a useful
brute, but where he was strong and ruthless, Connor was ten times
more that. Connor would be a superb lover and partner in Michael's
research. The sweet vision of the future made Michael tremble with
anticipation.

Which was why, on Connor's whispered suggestion, Michael met Val
in the study and put a bullet between the man's eye.

As Michael got on his knees before Connor that night, Connor
unzipped his jeans. As Michael eagerly opened his mouth to take in
that throbbing cock, Connor twisted the man's neck.

"I told you I have a plan," Connor told Ion as they watched the
mansion burn from a distant. "And the men who hurt you have paid
for their sins."

Ion rested his head on Connor's shoulder.

"I love you, Ion. I will kill for you if it comes to that. I will
do anything to make sure that you and our children will grow up in
a safe place." Connor smiled at Ion tenderly. "Now do you believe
me?"





FIVE

As the Axelrod private helicopter departed, Ronald Axelrod gave
his father a wide grin. "Hey, Dad, glad you can make it!" he said
as he walked up and hugged his father.

"Well, anything for my great archeologist son," Connor said with a
grin that mirrored Ronald's. "I'm just surprised that you still
need me to advise you."

Ronald chuckled at his father's teasing. It was true that Ronald
Axelrod was shaping up to be a more renowed archeologist than his
father was, a fact which pleased the proud father in question to
no end. "Come on, Dad, I have the advantage," he said modestly,
referring to his sensitive eyesight that could rival an eagle's.
"Come, see what my men find and tell me what you think."

Connor was still an intimidating man. At fifty-nine, he still had
the energy and drive of a man thirty years his junior. He had
retired from archeology ten years ago, but being a man of action,
his constant physical labor at his private island kept his body in
a condition that would make twenty-year olds weep in envy. Age and
responsibility had mellowed Connor, and this maturity and fierce
determination to protect his loved ones only enhanced his rugged
looks that had people of all ages falling for him. Ronald, his
kid, was taking after him and was fast becoming a heartbreaker.

"How's Ion?" Ronald asked. Like the rest of the Axelrods, he had a
tight concept of family and he missed every day when he was away
from his family.

Connor's face took on the joyous glow whenever he talked about his
love. "He's good and nagging me about spoiling you kids. Said you
should be old enough to think for yourself." He laughed as he
remembered Ion's parting words. "You're coming back for Christmas,
right?"

"Sooner. I'll bringing Clarise to meet you and Ion."

Connor beamed. "You're serious about this?"

"She knows about me, Dad, everything," Ronald said. "And she still
loves me."

"It won't be easy, raising your own X-men kids," Connor warned
him.

Unlike Ion, however, the children of Connor and Ion were born with
normal human characteristics. Ion and Frank, their loyal family
doctor, suspected that it was due to Connor's human genes. Connor
didn't really understand their complicated theories and he didn't
really care because he'd still love those kids if they were born
with cloven hoofs. They were the result of his love for Ion, as he
told Ion, so how could he not love them?

"You should've thought of that before you got Ion knocked up -
again," Ronald reminded him.

Connor laughed out loud this time. He had finished expanding the
incubators in their home in anticipation of the next hatching.
Yeah, in a way he was quite proud of himself that he still had it
in him. He had seriously told Ion that he would get his tubes done
if Ion wanted to stop, but Ion told him not to be silly. Carrying
a brood of egg was actually no hassle on his part. Watching Ion
now at the late stage of his pregnancy, one wouldn't even suspect
that he was with child. Hell, this morning, Ion wanted it so bad
that their goodbye-for-now fuck rated as one of the best fucks in
Connor's life.

"Will you be back for the hatching?" Connor asked. "Frank predicts
that it will be at the end of the month and he's never wrong."

"I'll be there. So will Teresa," Ronald said, referring to his
sister. "She'll be emailing you, no doubt, to remind you to build
some spare bedrooms because she refuses to endure another repeat
of last year when we have to share a bedroom with eight of our
dear brothers and sisters."

"One of these days you kids will overrun the island," Connor said
in mock despair. "I'll have to buy a bigger island."

"Well, buy Alaska. Peter is getting fed-up with the authorities
hindering his attempts to save the moose there."

Connor laughed again. "I love you kids, you know that?" he said,
placing his arm around his son.

"I guess that's what you keep having so many that you can barely
keep count of our names," Ronald teased.

"It's the empty nest syndrome. Every year when you kids grow up
and go to school, Ion and I need to do something with our free
time."

Connor and Ion not just started a family on the island, they
created an iron-clad set of rules for their children. Even if they
could easily pass themselves off as normal human beings, they
could only join the outside world once they reached their twelfth
year and their growth rate stabilized (Donald was eighteen when he
graduated from college as a "twenty-five year old"). they would
never reveal their true nature unless it was to their loved ones
who they were certain would keep the secret. Family was important,
and the Hatching - the day when Ion walked into the delivery room
with only Connor and Frank by his side to lay another generation
of Axelrods - was more important to the Axelrods than Christmas.
After the Hatching, Connor and his team of loyal researchers would
work around the clock for the next few weeks to ensure that as
many eggs would hatch into healthy Axelrods as possible. Usually
they might lose up to two eggs, but the successfully hatched
babies would lessen the heartbreak they experience. With their
island sanctuary now equipped with sophisticated equipment, they
lost fewer children now than in the earlier years, when an entire
brood of eggs could never hatch at all. A group of specially
trained teachers and handlers would help Ion and Connor raise the
children, with the loving parents always trying to make sure that
every child receive their equal attention.

Connor couldn't wait to return to Ion and their crazy home that
was always filled with laughter of mischievous children. Thirty-
three years, two hundred generations of Axelrods, and five
thousand, seven hundred and two uniquely talented children later,
he couldn't get enough of Ion's smile, presence, temperamant, and
body. In fact, his heart was already singing in anticipation of
seeing his love again tomorrow, just as his balls were churning
impatiently with still potent seed in readiness for Ion's welcome-
back greeting for him. He had no doubt that the next generation of 
their dynasty would be conceived in love on the very night after Ion 
delivered the latest crop of Axelrods, just as every generation had 
always been conceived since Connor's cock found its home for the first 
time in Ion's loving sheath, just as future generations would be, in a 
verdant cycle of neverending love.
