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It was a bright sunny October afternoon in grants pass, the flora and fauna dripping wet with dew as Rociel and her new associate, Barrette, were enjoying coffee at the Sequoia cafe. She was enthralled with her potential partner's wit, loving every second he spoke, "...so what would do with 500 million US dollars but had to use it to change the world, how would you use it?" she probed. He hummed lightly, considering his response carefully, "Good question, I'd utilize it to establish an Engineering firm then hire several engineers and researchers to experiment in the field of plasma physics to develop a new fuel source alongside a new type of engine based on the principle dynamics of plasma combustion." he answered, remembering a special lecture he watched on the synthesization of plasma from various sources.

The lenses of Rociel's glasses fogged up from the heat of her face, though she only needed them for her farsightedness, "Wow, that's cool, what sort of applications does it have?" she said, her curioh piqued by his concept, albeit one she had before but never considered pursuing for grander schemes. He couldn't help but feeling akin to the center of attention for their date, "Well the issue with most modern engines is the restriction of fuel sources, while my dynamic plasma diffusion engine will eliminate that and expectedly increase the efficiency of an engine thricefold without leaving behind the harmful constituents most leave behind. You wouldn't even need a catalytic converter for it, though for the EPA's sake, some sort of residue scrubber is preferred" he explained, humbled by her interest in his career. Inside her mind, the crossbreed's Id was going bonkers listening to him, screaming "Breed me you beautiful stud! Make me your bitch!" it said, her hormones flaring at her ideal specimen of a male.

"You're so smart! I never thought someone so strong could be such a genius!" Rociel exclaimed, using her facade in building up her prey's confidence before she made her move. Her flattery was getting the best of Brett, and he knew it too, "Oh, I'm not the smart, I just read a lot. I bet you are way more intelligent than I am because your friend Ira told me that you work in Aerotek's Innovators of the Future program. That's hard to get into, and I've tried several times applying." he replied blushingly, envious of her occupation. She cringed at the mention of her official' occupation, "That's really nothing interesting, it's just a big think tank they stick us in to come up with ideas." she said, downplaying its purpose.

Her heart pounded with anticipation, her womanhood throbbing for him and her clitoris flushed with arousal, "Hey, how about we blow this joint and catch a room down the street?" she asked. Opportunity knocked on his door without hesitation and he was apprehensive about it, "Don't you think it's a little early for that sort of thing?..." he questioned, uncertain if he was ready. Rociel understood better than him about the innate biological processes at play, "That's the biggest load of nonsense people spew! There isn't really anything such as romance, unless you account for the hormonal drugs we physiologically produce to promote pair bonding and reproduction. We are designed by nature to be addicted to one another whom we best genetically suited for, then engage in normal romantic gestures which in reality is just our bodies finding out if we are going sire healthy offspring. The only real choice is who we choose to be addicted to, and I bury my face in you til I OD." she explained, teasing his intellectual nature with the narcotic analogy.

Brett's lips flushed with blood, his ears perked at her description of the reproductive science, "... Then explain the sensation of emotions when we kiss?" he said, challenging her notion. She catered to his query, not withholding ambitious advances, "It's our cortisol levels dropping, something mind you I have a little too much of, and men pass on testosterone during a kiss. The hormone itself is often proven to be addictive in women, especially those who are female bodybuilders, which leads to the development of said pair bonding. Mind you, you've been keeping my head clear of that nasty little chemical, and provided clarity of mind from it." she said, praising his efforts so far. His thoughts became hazy, his blood rushing through his veins in excitement, "So you're saying I'm beneficial to you?" he replied.

Rociel smiled, gazing into his eyes before she grabbed his hand, "Yes, and I want us to both feel good now with a little playtime. I'm sure our bodies would love to become more acquainted..." she teased, tracing her finger in a spiral on his palm. He shivered at the sudden dance on his sensitive aspect, his hands were his weakness especially his fingers, " You know, I think it's the right time we play with each other." he answered, succumbing to the adolescent temptress. She seized his wrist, slowly guiding him out of the cafe, "Let's go. You and me are going to have a lot of fun together!" she cheered, giggling feyly to disarm his suspicion...

They found their way to a small hotel, near a pacific northwest branch line that was being upgraded with new rail lines, named the Railside Inn as they made it to counter check in. It didn't take them less than a few minutes to find their room, walking through door at the dimly lit accommodations, "So now that we're in a little more private setting, I have a big question to ask you." Rociel said. "Sure, what is it?" Barrette replied while his head was in daze, slowly peeling off his jacket and shirt.

She grabbed him by his waist, then pushed him towards a mattress, pouncing on top of him, pressing her palm against his sternum. Rociel pinned her courtesan downed via her strength, "Would you like to be my boyfriend?" she asked, praying he'd choose wisely. Brett immediately rolled over, hovering himself above her body, "I Learned to say no to the good so I can yes to the best." he teased, then started kissing her jawline. She decided to humor his witty attitude with her own literacy, "I seek not to be loved but to love dearie." she answered, biting her lower lip at the sudden stimulation.

Reality crept upon Barrette's mind as he worked his way towards her ears, "You know, this will never work out between us... I have to go back home in a week and I'm not sure if I'm ever coming back." he said, attempting be honest with her before he backed off, sitting on the edge of the bed. Rociel hated she was ripped from her fantasy, staring at him with a judging glare, "You know, if you're gonna break my fucking heart before we even get to the good part. I know the truth, you're after your fucking necklace... You know what, you can have it and go back home to your parents!" she jeered, yanking the silver inlayed pearl spiral charm off her neck and tossing on the opposing mattress in a fit of disgust. Part of him felt guilty that he tricked her while his mind was addled by solving a resolution to the scenario, "... Rociel, I'm sorry, it was selfish of me but it's just that it means a lot to my family if recovered it. If there's anything..." he said though interrupted.

"I don't want to hear it, did you ever care about how I fucking felt because from day one I knew you were after that relic! You didn't care for the person wearing it, you just wanted to grab it and run. I thought you'd forget about it and go for me instead, no, I went through all that effort in order to try my hand at romance but all you wanted was that stupid fucking charm. Do you realize the pain I go through on a daily basis with no one to actually talk to? Sure I may have friends but they won't ever fathom the depths of my passions like you do. Not to mention two biggest fucking secrets in the entire world are on my shoulders, and they are killing me with no one to share them. How would you feel if I told you I was the one behind Aerotek? Or I'm both the Rosy and Bloody Joker? The fact that every day for me is a constant nightmare of solitude and envy doesn't help that you willing to leave me high and dry like this just says that I'm cursed to be alone forever. How about you stop looking to the past and start looking to the future?" Rociel stated, before planting her head against the cushion in her tirade of frustration on the downhill slope to depression.

His heart spoke louder than his brain did when he heard her speech, his gut instinct realizing she was telling the truth, " Well, It's not everyday you meet the girl who wants to change the world... To be honest, after I had the chance to know you better, I felt you were far out of my league. I came expecting an ordinary highschool girl without a care in the world, yet I met this extraordinary women with every intention of conquering it. How'd you think I felt when I learned that? I know it's immature of me to be focused on a little memory but to me, My grandfather was one of my heroes and when he died, part of me did with him..." Brett explained, reminded of the grief of his grandfather passing away late of last year.

The brutish behemoth stood and retrieved his necklace, then placed it around Rociel's neck, "... But now it breathes new life understanding that there is the burning question, "Who is Rociel Hentzel?" to be answered about the new Hero keeping the engine of the world running." he explained, unable to resist admiring her efforts to do what most considered impossible. The hollow sensation in her chest faded, replaced by a rosy glow in her heart as she blushed fervently at his apology, "Well you're the the one who has to design that engine first dip for brains!... And that's probably the sweetest thing anyone will ever say to me." she said. In his haze, he kissed her on the side of the head then nibbled at the base of her, sending her into a blissful shiver, "Alright, I'm turned on again!' she cheered.

Rociel eyed her consort's trousers, grabbing him by the waist of it and pulling him closer, "Now let's see what I am going be playing with?" she said, unbuttoning them to discover she hit her ideal jackpot. What she found proved her hypothesis, Brett was indefinitely proportionate in terms of his "Anatomy" as his thick mast throbbed violently in front of her. In truth, he was incredibly nervous at this point considering it was the stage where all his past courtesans ran out on him, "Please don't get scared! Please don't scared!" he repeated in his mind.

She smiled at him, then kissed the tip of his lingam, "I almost as big as you are down there!" Rociel teased, peeling off her own pants and throwing them aside. Barrette knew about female anatomy but he hadn't ever the opportunity to see a crossbreed's clitoriphysiology, watching her display herself in full view, "Is it okay if I touch?" he asked, climbing on the mattress with her after finished taking off his own cargo jeans. Her giggling echoed throughout the room, "I'd be offended if you didn't." she said, propping herself against the headboard.

Brett watched her dark pigmented phallic pillar of clitoral flesh containing her urethra bob up and down at will while he gently grasped her girth, tenderly squeezing and stroking it. She closed her eyes, savoring his touch with every pleasurable caress, squirming in place until every nerve in her body lit up, causing the metallic foundation of the bed to quake. He noticed her psychic reaction, but didn't pay mind to it since she explained him everything earlier, going in for the proverbial kill.

Rociel clenched her sock covered toes in post orgasm before she felt him embrace her 'switch' in his warm moist cavity, and his tongue lapping at the spongy member, still keeping her eyes closed to enjoy the moment. He did his best as far clitorlingus went, bobbing his head up and down on her fleshy 8-incher that sat above her slit, twisting his head around while encircling his tongue on her roughly textured tip. She suddenly arched her back from the stimulation, now overwhelmed by his efforts, "Keep doing that and you're in trouble!" she teased, intending to return the favor later.

He pulled off her member and started probing her passage beneath with his oral muscle, his hand resuming it ministrations on her pillar except this time, manipulating it like he would do himself. Her hips bucked into his grasp, burying his muzzle between her thighs and entrapping his head between them. Rociel hooted and hollered to the high heavens, grunting akin to a wild animal, "Are you going to let me have my turn because I can keep you down there all day if I like." she taunted, panting for breath.

Brett blushed, retracting his head away from her soaking wet loins, kneeling on the bed, "So ummm... what do you want to do next?" he asked. The crossbreed reach into her bag of fun things, pulling out a tin of mints and a sash of silk, popping an altoid into her mouth, "Lay back and spread 'em wide, don't move an inch or you'll lose your balls." she commanded, staring him down a primal glint in her eyes as she pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her firm rotund orbs. He followed her instruction without hesitation, "Yes Miss." he compliantly answered, spreading his legs apart, presenting his abundant masculinity to her.

Rociel encircled the smooth cloth around the base of his organ, coiling it clockwise to form a ring to ensure he remained firm, then blew on the tip of his hyenic appendage. He shivered at the enervating effect of the mint on her breath, shuddering at the coolness on his sensitive flesh, before he felt her breath on his mast. She evidently wanting to take her time in torturing his senses, gliding her tongue along the length of his girth, before nibbling her way up to the tip.

His only thought wasn't flinching, as to evade frustrating her in such a precarious position, Brett almost lost it when she placed her lips on his swollen crown. Rociel happily giggled with tinge of evil to her tone while she wrapped both her hands around his rod atop one another, starting to twist them akin to opening a paper canister filled with premade biscuit dough. He felt the comfort of her mouth halfway down his shaft, throbbing at her somewhat decent skill, stemming from her practice with various apparatuses at home when anyone wasn't around.

Her sensual nature forced him to unleash his full potential, erupting his essence into her mouth, surprising Rociel by sheer volume of his load. She withdrew her advance, sticking her tongue at her boytoy, letting him watch her swallow it with a perverse grin and an audible gulp, "Mmm!" she hummed, savoring the salty sweet taste. Brett blinked twice in disbelief, wondering if it was fate or his sheer dumb luck, "Of all the girls in the world, I get the kinky slut asking to be my girlfriend." he teased.

Rociel took it as a compliment but didn't hide the one fact that overlooked, "I'm not that slutty, I only fuck my close friends and there is a huge difference between fucking and making love. I'm still mad at you though..." she said, crawling on top of him before resting her head against his collarbone. He felt it appropriate to entwine his right arm around, "I understand, to me, I see you carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders alone." he replied, attempting to show he was listening. She looked up at him, gazing into his eyes with her steely blue sights, "It's not just that, when I'm around you, you take the pain away and turn it into the shining light in the darkness. Do you know how it feels when you're torn in half, when part of you wants to set the world aflame and the other half build a better tomorrow? It's a fucking nightmare that I can't run away from, because if I chose one, the other crumbles to ash." she explained, with tears forming in her eyes.

Barrette patted her on the back, then locking lips with her for a brief moment to comfort her, "You know what's the worst about you, you've done what most men and women dream of accomplishing in their entire lifetime in just a few short years. Give yourself credit where credit is due, and take break from being "The Rosy Joker" or "The CEO of the world's largest tech firm and industrial pioneer of the future", be Rociel Hentzel for a while and let the world handle itself for a while because it can while you be you." he said, smiling at her with his charismatic glow.

He picked his words perfectly, nailing his point right on the head with Rociel, "You know, you're right, fuck the world!... I've done enough for it to earn time for myself. Maybe take a trip to Tahiti, finish up with high school, and dick around with you... That is if you'll stay with me? I'm shocked that you are taking the whole "I'm pretty much trying to take over the entire world" thing pretty well." she praised, figuring he would have ran out the door screaming it to the world. Barrette knew better, but didn't doubt her reasons behind doing what she did, "It's better to do the wrong thing for the right reasons as is doing the right thing for the wrong reason as long as the end justify the means. You have your reasons to make the world a better place, sure why you may do it exactly doesn't pan out, but who can argue with positive results. I'd loved to stay with you though, but it's one of those choices that can be a leap of faith." he answered.

Rociel sat upright at full attention, straddling his stomach, "I do it because it fulfills my hedonistic imperative, I feel good doing good things and I take leaps of faith every time I do so. I know you care about your parents, I mean who the fuck are without our family, is it us or them they care about? But I hate to hit you below the belt on this, consider what your family would want for you. You can't stay with your parents forever and neither can I." she explained, with a necessary touch of reality for added effect. His ears perked at the realization, Brett carefully thought of what both his parents and grandmother would want for him, "No, that's not a cheap shot, you're technically right! They want me to make a wise decision for myself, and put myself on a path where I have the most opportunity to obtain for myself, otherwise I'd stagnate in freaking Molokai. Here, I've done things I would haven't had the chance to do back home, I jumped from a mile in the sky into the ocean, gotten high off of essential oils, and found a girlfriend who I hope wants to go steady with me. Hell, I'm only a town away from a dozen colleges that'll take my GED." he said, considering he was in an area viable to pursue his education.

The crossbreed grinned at his ambitious desires to do what he wanted, "See! Isn't life much easier when take what you want?" she rhetorically asked, slowly shimmying her way towards his waist backwards. His mast stood erect from her voice as if entranced by her spirit, "Indefinitely." he replied, his gaze focused on her eyes. She grasped the head of his lingam with delicate touch from between her legs, leaning forward while she guided his tip to her glistening netherlips seated beneath her phallic clitorus, prodding his girth past the cusp of her gates.

Her moans of contentment filled the room and the air around, Rociel eased her way onto the nine and a half inch pulsating member, easing her way down his steamy hot flesh. Her depths were slick with her natural lubricants, but what surprised him the most is she'd enveloped his length without an issue, filling her to the brim as his head greeted past her cervix. She donned a bizarre stargazy look of satisfaction in her sights, resting chest to chest on him, "I think I found the right "Key" for my "Lock"." she said, shivering from the sheer delight of his presence within her.

Barrette couldn't agree anymore with that sentiment, "I think so too..." he said, before rolling over then lifting her up on his and falling backwards on the pillows, getting more comfortable, inadvertently surprising her. She was eager to begin but he took the liberty of taking first step, arching his back then thrusting his hips slowly. Her own body unconsciously grinded on him, pushing back to collide with his member, "Please... pound my pussy! Ruin me!" she mumbled, laying her to the side next to his heartbeat.

He obliged her command, spinning their union around, placing Rociel on her back, grabbing her by the thighs and propping her ankles against his shoulders. Brett snatched a free pillow, placing it under her taut firm hindquarters for a better angle, finally unleashing his pent up desire by ramming his rod hard into her anterior, grinding the nerve riddled flesh. She truly wanted him to her his, relaxing every muscle in her body to accommodate him, except her own clitoriphallus that stood proudly from the excitement, while tears of joy ran from her eyes.

The sound of their congress boomed with every pound of his hips, before taking a moment of solace to grace her lips with his, "You know, you asked me to ruin you but I think you've ruined me." he teased. Her folds quivered around his member, practically drenching him in her fluids while she savored his company, twitching in another orgastic spasm. Rociel let her legs fall to the sides, her vice like grip her nethers held on him loosened, before she hugged him tightly, "You have no idea how fast I can tear you down and make you my bitch!" she threatened, her head a whirl from the biochemical cocktail of hormones rushing through her.

Rociel climbed off her lover, revealing Brett's lingam that shone brightly from her juices, then crawling near the edge of the bed near her bag, pulling a bottle of water out to sate her thirst. It was truly his first time and he was clueless to what needed to do, despite her contentment with his ambition and tenacity after reaching her peak three times already. She laid flat on her torso, sipping her water with her toned cheeks presented before him riled an idea from his mind.

The behemoth leapt from his seat, pouncing on her backside with a primal vigor, pinning her down via his weight. The Red alert sirens went off in her head, "Hey what the fuck?" she hissed, trying to buck him off her to no avail until she felt him force his girth past her slavering gates, shocking her senses. He secured his right around her chest, holding her tightly while he plunder her passage, ramming his head along her posterior wall, striking deep within her canal with the sheer force he exacerbated.

Rociel continued struggling to toss him off her, bouncing back into him refusing to be dominated, "Get of-Oh sweet fucking god!" she screamed in ecstasy, her rear fornix greeted by his swelling tip. In one powerful thrust, he rammed his hips against her backside before the head of his shaft expanded, knotting her as his shaft doused the nanomesh barrier on her cervix in flood of alabaster essence. He craned his head around hers, impassioned with his desire for her, they locked their lips together for quite some time, while she was in the throes of another orgasmic spasm, curling her red-black devil print sock covered toes.

The crossbreed felt a long awaited need finally satisfied in her mind, experiencing a sense of comfort and security, "...you, that was the sweetest thing you could ever done, but don't try it again!" she said, knowing she found someone that equaled her passionate nature and her intellect. Brett smiled in his arrogant pride, gently rocking his hips, delivering a load of baby batter in her pouch, "I've already tried and liked it." he teased, nuzzling his muzzle into her neck. She felt contented with his presence, "Do it again and It won't be as easy. Now, can we cuddle?" she asked, tuckered out from her excess energy reserves burning out.

He obliged her request, lifting her up to the pillows, snuggling her with all his affection, "You're cute when you are tired!" he praised, basking in her afterglow. Rociel giggled, pressing her back on his chest, draping his arm around her before she pulled the blankets over them, "Did I ever tell you the definition of Insanity?" she asked. Barrette knew the proper answer but felt that she was trying to hint at something, "You..." he replied.

Rociel smiled as her eyes closed, "Madness." she answered, falling asleep in his arms as the rain began falling outside.