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Ceres’ eyes adjusted to the environment around her. It took a few moments to realize she was back in the Institute, in Scien’s lab. Enveloped in the warmth of Scien’s arms, lying comfortably on the couch in the middle of the room. Everything was peaceful.
The earlier events of the day played back in her head. The trip to the orphanage, Scien’s typical spat with Mother, and…
Her hand subconsciously raised to touch her lips.
Their kiss in the kitchen.
Her face was hotter than the warmth of his embrace he currently held her in.
That had been their second time kissing in such a deeply intimate manner, the first being in her room at the orphanage. The way Scien so naturally seeks her out always manages to put her in a daze. It seemed like he adapted to his newfound emotions so quickly and just always knew how to sweep her heart away in the moment.
His artificial heartbeat was slow yet comforting against her ear. It practically invited her back to slumber. But, she didn’t want to return to sleep yet. She yearned to hear the sound a little longer.
Thump. Thump-thump. Thump. Thump-thump.
A Reliver’s heart sounded no different from that of a human’s. Yet his heartbeat brought so much love to her chest. It almost made her heart spill over.
Her hand crept to the open gap of his messily buttoned black shirt. The pads of her fingers trailed the skin with a featherlight touch and traversed underneath his shirt over to where his heart laid hidden. The self-inflicted scars and stitches that she couldn’t see roughly tickled against her fingers, but every other moment she could faintly feel his beating heart with the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
She continued to circle the skin. Drawing a heart over where his would be. Putting to memory every detail about his chest.
“…!”
Her hand is suddenly grabbed by a gloved hand much larger than her own. Ceres glances up. Scien looks at her with one open eye.
“What are you doing?” His voice is a sexy low tone, you could tell just from his voice he had just woken up.
“Uh, um… I—…” Ceres stammered. She avoided looking directly at Scien and became silent. It was like the blue glow of his pupils would go right through her. She also had a rather embarrassing reason for touching him so intimately while he slept.
“Are you trying to provoke me?”
“Huh?”
Ceres went red after processing for a few moments what Scien meant by provoking him.
“Touching a man like that gives him ideas, Ceres.”
Ceres still can’t find the words she wants to say. She feels so embarrassed in his arms, yet she also finds herself becoming excited .
“I want to feel you, Scien.”
She shyly forces the words out of her mouth.
“It makes me happy when you say what you really want.” Scien responds. She knows he means it too. Lately, he has encouraged her to be selfish in her wants and needs. To stop putting everyone else first all the time. To take hold of her own life and desires.
He was too sweet on her, she believed. Who would’ve thought the man who once touted that emotions were pointless would be so affectionate?
“Then you can feel me all you want.”
Scien’s grip on her wrist loosens and his arm wraps around her waist, snuggling her body closer to him. He closes his eyes again, as if preparing to fall asleep again.
Ceres lets her cheek fall against his chest once more. This time, his heartbeat mixes with her own as it rings in her ears. Her fingers slip underneath his shirt again and explores his skin.
“I wouldn’t even know how to please a man for ideas to be warranted…” She mumbles softly, thinking only she heard it. Ceres has a sense of patheticness at the thought, her thoughts of self-loathing beginning to crawl its way to the surface. Being Death, it never occurred to her to be adept in pleasing a man. She wasn’t dumb or completely ignorant to what it entailed, but she also didn’t think she’d ever need to know how. She originally was set on living alone and letting her life come to an end whether by her own means or by the hands of the curse.
Now, things are different. She has a man who wants to be her husband and even wants to build a family with her. Willingly.
The tip of her finger brushes over his nipple. Scien’s body shivers at the unexpected contact. Ceres pauses, phased by his reaction.
“Ceres.”
Her name is low in his throat. It causes her face to flush with heat. Through her long eyelashes, she peered up at her lover. His cheeks were also a bit flushed and his multicolored eyes looked darker, as if a flame ignited and flickered in the neon blue pupils. Something about it sent a different type of heat down to the core of her female body.
“I think ideas are very warranted.”
“…!”
The tips of her ears are red. Scien doesn’t move or pounce at the opportunity to tease her, as tempting as it may be. Rather, he seems to observe her.
Ceres shifts in his arms, particularly rubbing her legs together to ease the sudden ache between her thighs. She couldn’t describe exactly what she was feeling. All she knew was that she felt excited underneath his gaze and his words stirred up her heart and more . What was this, she wondered.
“Ceres, what do you want?”
He proposes the question to her. Her shuffling around on top of him excited him as well. But, he wanted her to be the one to make the call. He wants her to be selfish.
“Eh?”
“Do you want to try it? I’ll respect your wishes no matter what.”
Ceres’ eyes dashed away. She buried her face into his chest. That’s right. She knew no matter what, Scien was a surprisingly gentle man. Maybe not so much in his teasing at times, but when it came down to choices he found were important to her, he always asked and encouraged the freedom of making her own decisions. He always wanted her to put herself first.
It made her feel safe. Loved.
“I…” She bunched up the black fabric of his button-up in her hand. The scent of chemicals from the lab that lingered on his skin wafted into her nose, a scent she had grown to love so much, as odd as it may be.
“Honestly, I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. I feel strange and hot . I just want to understand what this is…”
Scien lightly huffed, a content smile on his lips, and brushed the back of her hair. It tickled, but Ceres snuggled into his palm to request for more.
“Ceres.”
Scien called out for her. Ceres waited a moment before raising her head. Scien pushed a strand of her short blonde hair behind her ear then cupped her cheek.
“Come here.”
It could not be described as anything better than a purr. Allured, Ceres crawled a bit further up his body.
The next thing she knew, his lips captured hers in a kiss. It was soft and gentle. His arm slid around her waist, and her hands placed against his chest as they seeked out each other’s lips. All the while, Ceres found her body growing hotter.
When they finally parted for a moment, Ceres whispered against his lips.
“I think I want to try it.”
Her heart races as she fully acknowledges what she’s saying to him. But, she feels some ease at the heartbeat that is also racing just as fast as hers beneath her chest.
Scien’s face softens. His thumb caressing her reddened cheeks.
“I’d be trying this for the first time, too, you know?”
“Huh?”
“I’ve never done this before. I’ve only ever read about it.”
“Oh.”
Half mixed with surprise, half mixed with relief. Scien was an undeniably handsome man, and he was endlessly smart to boot. He caught the stares of women even if they never received the same stares in return from him. It made sense, given his unrelenting dedication to his craft (even if before out of boredom), he never spared time to fool around.
But, being ever the man of science, Scien read everything. He had to know everything about humans and their anatomy to successfully clone humans and create Relivers. That included their sex and reproduction capabilities. And he had so happened to have even gone a little further into that research, if maybe more so out of pure curiosity at that point. You never know when the knowledge might be needed.
Her crystal eyes stared into his multicolored ones. Her lips parted.
“I’m happy we can learn together.”
It’s rather bold of her. It causes even the god of the land himself to blush a faint pink.
“Ehh?!”
Ceres lets out a squeak. Suddenly, she found herself sitting upright in Scien’s lap, he who was still laying down on the couch, the upper part of his body propped up by the arm rest and pillow. Now she had the man beneath her. His hands snug on her hips.
“I love you.”
Ceres blinks at the sudden confession of love from Scien.
“I-I love you, too.”
He smiles charmingly and it makes her heart throb. Then he reaches behind her neck and tugs at the silk ribbon holding up the torso of her dress. It falls the moment it’s undone, revealing her modest breasts. Ceres immediately wraps her arms around her torso at the sensation of cold air tickling her skin. But, Scien pulls her arms away.
“Don’t hide your body. I want to see it.”
His other gloved hand glides up her abdomen and over her breast. She jerks lightly in his lap, similar to his reaction from earlier. Except, this jerk teases his loins and causes a breath to hitch in his throat. But, he persists.
To start with, Scien gently squeezes the rosy bud. It earns him a soft whimper. He is delighted by the results. Soon enough, Scien takes her breasts in both of his hands and massages them. Kneading the round mounds like the cookie dough from earlier that day.
Ceres’ eyes slide closed, her lips parting slightly as she becomes absorbed in the delightful squeezes. Subconsciously, her hips start to roll into his. As if her body was requesting for more on her behalf. This causes Scien to groan and uses one of his hands to steady her waist.
“ Stop. You’re going to make me impatient.”
Ceres’ flushed crimson at the growled out command.
“I-I’m so—“
He shoved his fingers into her mouth. Muffling whatever apology she had ready.
“Take off my glove.” Scien commanded.
Ceres hesitated for a moment, processing his words, and gently bit down on the leather. When Scien confirmed she had not bit down on his finger by accident, he tugs back his hand and watches with delight as the glove is peeled off his hand by her mouth.
“Good girl.” He smirks.
She felt a shameful heat pool between her legs.
Scien discarded what was left of her dress. It was thrown somewhere amongst the rest of the organized mess that was piles of books, reports, and lab coats.
Naked before him, Scien studied every curve of her body. Everything he was seeing was like the information he gained from the books he had researched from, but of course, like he has always known, there was more to science than just reading about it.
“It’s not fair…”
Scien’s Reliver eyes snapped up to her face.
“I—“ She glances away, shy from his direct gaze. “I want to see your body, too.”
Scien huffs, amused.
“You’ve seen my body before.”
“…Not all of it.”
“Hmm.” Scien hums in a teasing manner. “Will you help me take off my clothes then?”
“If it means you’ll be the same as me, then yes.”
It catches Scien off guard again, that she can be so timid one minute then bold the next. All so suddenly, too. It’s dangerous for his artificial heart. It might explode, he fears.
Scien lets his arms fall beside him, allowing Ceres full access to stripping him of his clothes. Without struggle, she undoes the buttons of his already disheveled black dress shirt and pushes away his suspenders, but she starts to falter the moment her fingers graze the button of his white slacks.
Rather than mess with her, his hands slide beneath hers and undoes the button himself. He did say he would help as well after all. Then his slacks are removed, his clothes joining her dress in the abyss of a mess on the floor that would eventually be cleaned up by his lovely maid, Ceres.
It’s Ceres’ turn to study his body now. The self-inflicted scars and lacerations to the skin of his torso were already familiar, but from the waist down was foreign territory. She knew how different a man’s body was from a woman’s.
“Ceres.”
Her name rolls off his tongue like an alluring purr. It grabs her attention with ease.
Scien doesn’t use words for his next command. Rather, he simply uses his index finger and points up, telling her to lift herself up.
Ceres understands, and she lifts herself up from his waist. Scien urges her by gripping her thighs and pulls her to hover over his face. Her cheeks instantly grow hot again.
“S-Scien?” She nervously asks, unsure of what he had in mind.
Scien then takes a swipe of her pussy with his tongue. He discovers how incredibly wet she is with just one taste.
“Eeep!!” Ceres squeaks and begins to squirm in his hands at the weird, yet extremely pleasurable and hot, sensation. Then it happens again, and this time he sucks on the flesh. Ceres lets out a little moan.
“Stop moving and sit down.”
“But–”
Scien glares from beneath her. The electric blue glow of his Reliver pupils silences her.
“ Sit .”
And she does.
He loves how obedient she is.
Scien’s nails dig into the flesh of her rear, holding her in place, as he begins feasting on her wet honeypot. Lapping and nipping like a starved, hungry beast at the sensitive nerves with his tongue.
“A-aahhh..” Ceres’ trembles in his hold. She grabs the back of the sofa to prevent herself from falling over him as his tongue continues its onslaught on her walls. It felt so incredible to the point she could swear she almost saw stars in her teared up vision.
“So.. good…!” She pants out, her hips subtly grinding as a beg for more of him and applying more pressure on his face. Scien simply takes this as encouragement, a laugh rumbling in his chest that she can feel directly against her heat.
It only takes a few more tantalizing swirls of his tongue before she nearly reaches her first ever climax. She seeks out the high and begins grinding harder against his face. Scien takes hold of her clit between his lips and sucks. From there, she’s gone. He pushes her over the edge. Ceres lets out a scream, shuddering in his hands.
Her chest heaves and with weak legs, she crawls off of Scien’s face. Her thighs feel like mush, and even though she can’t see it, the skin of her rear end felt like it was burning from where he gripped her so tightly. It was surely going to leave a shamefully bright red mark in the morning.
“I’m sorry, I think I was a little too rough on your…” Ceres trails off, blushing madly up to the tips of her ears as she recalls how she grinded into his face just moments ago.
Scien leans up, obviously unbothered. Instead, he reaches a hand up and with his thumb he wipes away the cum that remained on his face and drags it to his lips. His tongue darts out and tastes the salty substance, but to him it’s sweeter than sugar.
He then pulls her into a kiss and shares the taste with her. Scien, while refusing to part from her lips, takes hold of her hips. She’s in his lap again. His large hands start feeling, massaging, and groping at the naked skin. Then she feels him— what makes him a man . Scien starts grinding their hips together. And she can now feel his true, raw desire for her against her heat. Her heart hammers hard against her chest, enough she can hear her own heart blare in her ears.
Scien finally pulls away from her lips and pecks the corners of her mouth and leads a trail down to her neck. Pulling her into an embrace and tugging her head back by her hair as he leaves the sweetest love bite on her skin, in an area that would just barely be hidden by her everyday dress and absolutely hidden by her work clothes. That was something she discovered since he developed a heart, he had quite a possessive side, but at the very least he could also be quite considerate towards how she might feel about things.
“I love you so much, Ceres. You’re mine.”
He helps to lift her again. Ceres shyly peers from above as he aligns his penis with her entrance.
“I’m yours, Scien.”
At first, there was searing pain. Ceres shut her eyes tightly closed and did everything in her power to prevent the tears that welled in her eyes from falling. She didn’t want him to worry, but of course—
Scien kisses along her eyes. Kissing away the stray tears that managed to escape.
He had godly intuition.
He loved on every inch of skin he could as she slowly slid down on his cock. Her virgin walls adjusting to him with each bit she takes in. When she finally reaches the hilt, Scien kisses her lips.
“ Mine .” He whispers in between. It sends a shiver crawling down her spine at the low and sensual octave.
Then after a few moments and lingering nibbles on her lips, Scien lifts her by her hips and slams her right back down.
“Ah- hhhhh…!” Ceres shouts.
Scien’s nails latch onto her skin as he begins to lift her again, creating bright red crescents into her flesh. Sweat gathered on his forehead, the muscles in his arms flexing. Ceres can barely register all these small details with the tears collecting up in her eyes, obscuring her vision as she cries out with each hungry thrust.
“A-.. ahh…ooh Sciiiennn..!” Her mouth hangs open, broken moans escaping. There was no point in closing her mouth because she would just open it again to let out another pleasure-filled scream. She desperately grabs the back of the sofa to keep her glued to reality.
It felt so good. Heavenly even, after all the pain subsided. Ceres couldn’t help but selfishly want more of it. To chase that deliciously sinful high. She starts meeting his thrusts. The lewd sound of their skin slapping together as their hips meet together, her modest breasts bouncing with the rhythm.
Scien’s Reliver eyes glowed with lust as her breasts bounced. His lips hungrily capture the peaks of her mounds and begin to suck and tease. Low grunts escape muffled from his throat against her breasts as his movements become sloppy. He was approaching his release and he could tell she was too by the way her walls tightly clenched around his cock.
“Sci— Scien— I… I’m..!” She tries to speak but with each bounce she gets choked up by the intense waves of pleasure. Scien detached from her breasts and hushed her completely with a kiss.
Then, with one last hard thrust, they came together. She whimpers against his lips as his hot cum spurting inside of her. He pumps slowly into her, lifting her by her rear.
When they part from their kiss, a trail of saliva breaks. Their chests heave and sweat glimmers underneath the lights of Scien’s personal laboratory. It’s only after a few minutes that Scien removes himself from her and wraps her in one of the haphazardly strewn lab coats. He brought her close to his body again, planting a peck on her forehead, and together they lay on the velvet sofa.
And for once, Ceres noted he got more sleep than usual.