Logic Lusting and Lavendar
Skul followed his new playmate and took his seat in the rocking chair next to hers. “Two rocking chairs,” he observed.
“For company!” she said as she handed him his cup of tea and sat with hers. “I knew I would have company,” she explained. “I just didn’t realize it would be so seldom.”
The disappointed surprise in her voice wrapped around his cock. It wanted to fill every single need she obliviously confessed to him.
“Try it,” she encouraged, light in her eyes.
He took a sip, not at all surprised to discover he very much liked it. “Mmm. I feel my IQ rising already.”
Her big laugh jerked in his cock. She didn’t stop it this time. He watched how she gave herself to the joy of her tea without restraint. He needed to see her giving herself to him this way. While he sucked her clit.
“You are very witty,” she said, sounding extremely envious. “I consider wit to be a sign of great intelligence.”
“And how did you figure?” he asked, hungry for all her organic wisdoms.
“You have to really know words to use them in ways outside their intended design, I think.”
“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “And you think knowing words is a sign of intelligence?”
She nodded a lot, her brows puckered. “I do. Not to be confused with wisdom,” she added, relieving him.
“About your earlier doubt,” he said.
“Oh yes,” she remembered. “The conforming to another human’s constraints part. This part I have positive doubts about.”
“Positive. And do you have negative doubts?”
“Yes. Negative doubts are for things that should require proof before believing, and positive doubts are for things I don’t believe because I have already proven them unbelievable.”
Fucking wonderful. “Then please educate me as to how you arrived at your conclusions, Hope.”
She eagerly set her cup down with an energy that made him set his down too. She was thrilled to educate, and for him it was a different sexual position. He cared nothing about the right and wrong of it, only about the pleasure of this different angle.
“Well, the beauty of human beings is our unique adaptability to other humans.”
His balls pulsed. “It is a trait we possess.”
“Not just a trait,” she said, leaning closer, her low excitement making her eyes and skin glow. “Humans are by design adaptable.”
He stared at her, realizing she’d just told him the answer. And he didn’t see it.
“Can you extrapolate?”
She gave a throaty giggle, and his throbbing cock had a startling revelation. She was literally fucking aroused. Philosophy and psychology were her familiar lovers, and she was logic-lusting all fucking over him.
“Take a mother and child,” she said, emphatic. “Her entire mind and body conforms to that little human. By design,” she repeated, outlining the clue word.
“I can concede to this with a mother and child.”
“Why only a mother and child?” she pressed.
He was in a very hot corner now. “I realize that humans are adaptable. A man and woman can certainly conform to one another but they are still individual… you’re shaking your head, I’m clearly missing the mark.”
She nodded now and her big smile meant she was having the time of her life.
All that mattered now was being the exact kind of stupid that continued producing her orgasms. “What I’m saying is that we are designed to become more than just ourselves.
” She leaned even closer, putting her hand on his wrist. “We are designed to merge with another human! Think of this merging like a flower blooming. Only it’s humanities bloom! ”
She threw her head back with a big laugh then slathered her exuberance all over him. “I was just as amazed as you are when I discovered this!”
“I’m amazed, but I can’t say I have discovered it yet. Wouldn’t you have to experience such a thing to truly test it?”
He watched her ease back in her rocking chair, her energy softening. “No,” she said simply. “To know a thing through the experiences of others is a valid knowing.”
His gaze moved over her face then stopped on her neck. “I would have to cast that one into the doubting bucket,” he said, getting her immediate grin and happy giggle.
“Tell me why,” she urged, excited to be challenged.
“I agree with you that you can come to know a thing through the experiences of others but… to know a thing through direct experience is…”
She sighed. “The motherload of knowing.”
Fuck, she’d dreamed of such an experience?
“One day I’m sure I’ll learn it this way.”
It was the same tone she’d had when talking about one day getting visitors.
“Have you ever merged this way?” she asked, clobbering his cock.
He locked his gaze on the swamp before him. “Isn’t that answer obvious?”
“I don’t like to assume those things,” she whispered, ushering in a crushing silence.
“We could,” she barely said, so low he wondered if he’d fantasized it.
“What?”
She grabbed her tea and brought it to her mouth. “What?”
“Did you say something?”
“No, nothing,” she said, sipping.
Fuck him. “Pretty sure I heard you say something.”
“I did and I took it back.”
“Why did you take back?”
“It wasn’t right.”
He let the silence breathe in his cock for a second. “And why wasn’t it?”
“I asked if you wanted to.”
“Wanted to what?”
“Merge,” she gasped, setting her tea down, stressed with his mental delay.
He stared at her, his lust so fucking hot he instinctually knew to be worried. “I do want to merge eventually,” he said, pretending she asked it rhetorically. “And you?”
“I… do, yes,” she forced out. “But… I don’t have any prospects and doubt I ever will.”
He held his jaw shut, remembering who he was and what it would mean to take advantage of this beautiful creature. “I’m sure you will find a match one day.” He wanted to rip his own throat out for uttering those words.
She gave a derisive snort. “I’m twenty-four years old and you’re the first real person that has visited me. The odds are not in my favor, especially now.”
She shot off her chair and went into the house.
Fuck, this was bad.
His phone buzzed like a fucking lifeline, and he fished it from his coat pocket. No jet available till tonight. Call your Marsh King for a ride, perhaps.
She suddenly appeared again, sitting back down with her tea. “I lied about prospects,” she said. “My mother wants to move closer to swamp communities to better help with work. With Pah-Pah being in his condition, it’s inevitable I realize. This will put me right in the middle of prospects.”
Was she provoking him?
It was fucking working.
“And there you have it, problem solved,” he said, ready to know the answer to that provoking question.
“Our jet won’t be able to pick me up till tonight.”
“Your jet?”
“Yes.”
Her chair creaked as she slowly rocked. “A jet. In the swamps of all things,” she murmured in her cup. “Do you have prospects?” she asked. “Would you like more tea?”
“I still have plenty, thank you. I’m going slow to avoid an intellectual orgasm in broad daylight.”
Whatever bothered her was wiped away with his wit and it was sick how much he intended to leverage that.
“Tell me about your prospects,” she said casually. “What sort of girl do you plan to merge with?”
Her need to talk about fucking had him back in lust hell.
“If you want to wait, I can bring you wherever you need in the morning,” she said. “I have a spare bedroom you can stay in.”
Holy, royal fuck. She wanted him to stay, she wanted to talk about fucking, she wanted to fuck him.
“That’s very kind of you. But goes against our King’s Code of conduct.”
“Oh,” she said, pleasantly surprised. And disappointed.
Just do it. Fuck her right now, she just begged, you cruel bastard.
His mind dragged him by the balls through an X-rated show. Her perched on the porch rail, legs spread wide. Foot on the arm of the rocker, grinding on his mouth.
“Huh,” she muttered, the sound of mild wonder.
“What?” he inquired, bringing his cup to his mouth to discreetly pant in it.
“Well…” she began, her fascination still blooming. “I just realized I’ve been pro-merging all my life. I planned that guest bedroom specifically for companionship before I ever knew about the merging thing.”
He remembered the provocation question he wanted an answer to. “You asked what sort of girl I’d want to merge with. I am in fact required to merge very soon.”
“Required?”
He regarded her with a flash look. “Surely you know of the Belle Eveque?”
“Oh yes, everybody knows about her.” She sucked in a breath. “She convinced the leaders to marry! There was a rumor she’d also convinced the Creole Kings too, oh my God! The rumor is true!”
He nodded. “It is.” He glanced at her, finding shock. And open hunger. Fuck, she was too much.
“So you have… plenty of prospects, I would imagine.”
“Endless,” he decided to say.
“How fortunate for you,” she said, her tone a perfect mask of mystery. “I suppose you would, being who you are. Do you want a young woman or an older one? Are you a virgin?”
“I am, yes. Are you?”
“Hmm,” she said, tea at her mouth. “Isn’t that obvious?” she said, tossing his earlier answer.
“As obvious as it is that I am, I suppose.”
“It isn’t obvious for you, you’re a man.”
He chuckled. “And there’s a difference how?”
“You’re in a greater position not to be a virgin, obviously.”
“Well, it only takes one person to merge with.”
“And I did say I never get visitors,” she reminded.
“But it only takes one.”
She stared at him and he foolishly dared to stare back. “So how will you do it?” she asked, cup on hold at her mouth.
“Do what?”
She set the tea down. “Merge.”
Heat burned through his veins, his gaze locked on hers like a rabid animal. “What particulars are you asking for?”
“What is your plan, your strategy.”
“I don’t have one,” he said, thrilled with their new game. “I didn’t pro-merge like you did, apparently.”
She threw herself back into her chair with a pff and eye roll. “That is so very hard to believe.”
He had to laugh now. “Why is that?”
“Because of how you are, and your position demands it.”
“Since you’ve been pro-merging from toddlerhood, do you have strategies?”
Her explosion of laughter wrecked into the storm building in him. When she finally caught her breath, she said, “You could stop a war with that wit! And yes, to answer your question, I do have pro-merging strategies.”
He eyed her, bothered and thrilled to fuck about that. “Educate me.”
“Ohhhh, no, no,” she tsked softly. “That’s highly subjective.”
“What about all that adaptability wisdom?”
She shot forward and said, “You have to be yourself completely and they have to be themselves completely when the merge happens of course.”
He stared at her smiling mouth. “Of course,” he said. “Did you know all the Creole Kings have gifts?”
She stared right back at his mouth now. “Of course they do.” She brought her gaze to his eyes. “Did you know that everybody has gifts?”
Fuck, she was kicking his ass.
“I did know this.”
“So do you know what my gift is?” Her smile teased as she picked up her tea, eyes not leaving his while gently rocking again.
“Besides your lavender lusting tea?”
Her big smile was fucking beautiful. “Lavender logic lusting,” she corrected. “And yes, besides that.”
“Tell me,” he said.
She sighed, draping a leg over the arm of the chair and nearly stopping his heart. “I would rather you guess.”
Fuck him. He stared at the six inches of tan skin above her knee then ripped his gaze away.
“So, not the lusting tea and not the pre-pubescent-pro-merging…” Her hysterical laughter erupted with her hand on his arm as he continued.
“Then it must be your ability to make hospitality feel like captivity only with much nicer furniture.”
She went completely sober and sick looking. “You feel trapped?”
“No,” he said, his turn to laugh. “You misunderstood entirely.”
“How?” she asked, needing to know it in the way she needed to know everything.
“The captivity,” he said. “I should have said captivated.”
Recognition hit her muscles and loosened them. Then came her smile at fully understanding. And her blush. “I captivate you?”
And now her fucking glorious candor. “Utterly,” he said, failing to lock the lust out of his tone.
She eased back into her chair fully now, leg back over the arm, rocking and smiling. “How… exactly am I captivating? Tell me, and I’ll tell you how you’re captivating to me!”
“Well, your lust affair with psychology and philosophy is at the top of the list.”
She gave a happy squeal about that, gushing, “How can one not be in this affair?”
“So easily,” he assured.
“What else,” she urged.
“Your brutal honesty is spellbinding.”
Slow gasp. “Wow,” she whispered. “Just for being honest?” she could hardly believe. “Is that all?”
“Well, the list is quite long.”
She shoved his arm. “You’re picking on me,” she said, absolutely loving it.
“Hey,” she said, suddenly. “I have to cook for Pah-Pah, would you… want to stay for dinner? I can cook whatever you’re hungry for,” she swore.
Her desperate need for his companionship slayed him. As much as her innocence in being so open about it. “Whatever?” he asked, getting her huge smile and nod.
“I have chicken and beef.”
“I’ll eat whatever you intended to prepare.”
She got quiet and scraped the corner of her lower lip with her teeth. “I was actually going to serve him the left-overs.”
“I love leftovers.”
“But I really wanted to cook for you here,” she said, a daring hope lighting her eyes.
A wild idea zinged in his blood. “You could cook for me at my place.”
Her face slowly lit up then dimmed. “But… Pah-Pah needs me.”
All he cared about was the yes she’d given. “I didn’t mean now,” he corrected.
She looked at him then at the swamp before them. “What about your… merging requirements and all your prospects?”
He shrugged. “It can wait.”
She stared at the air between them for many seconds. Her smile started with the flutter of her eyelids and light gasp. “I would… absolutely love that,” she said. “Maybe I would meet other people like you?”
Jealousy hit like a war hammer in his blood. “If you’re bored, I guess.”
“Oh, I would never be bored with you,” she said, a gentle correction to his silly error.
Appeased.
Except for bringing her on that side of the world. Not happening.
“You asked me what kind of girl I wanted to merge with earlier. I want to ask what kind of man did you imagine yourself with?
“Oh, definitely somebody like you,” she said with complete ease.
He nodded, keeping his gaze off her. “I think I have a prospect for you. He works at our gifted school.”