(R- rated)
"What are you talking about?" Don asked, completely shocked.
She was legit after all, he thought.
She wriggled himself out of his grip and found her footing again.
He had hoped he could have gotten everything done before she eventually found out who he was. Now he could only find out how much she knew.
"Are... are you some sort of Sentient?" she asked, confusion written all over her face.
Don became uncomfortable. There were people walking by them and he had spent his whole life trying to keep the entire thing a secret, just to have it blurted out like that in public.
"You need to calm down, I don't know what you are talking about," he lied.
He knew he had to salvage the situation one way or the other and get into her pants, one way or the other, even if it meant lying through his teeth.
"Stay away from me, at least until you are ready to tell me who you really are," she said, pointing her cane at him in defense.
"Fine, I will tell you everything I know," he said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender.
"But we need to find somewhere quiet and less open." At that point he would have done anything to pacify her, including telling her parts of the truth.
"Maybe your apartment will suffice, mine is a bit far from here," he added, staring her in the direction he wanted.
She hesitated a bit and seemed to think deeply about the idea, and then finally she agreed.
"Okay, you lead the way. I'll give you directions," she said as she stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his.
Don was shocked by her sudden change in attitude.
What was she thinking?
What was she planning?
"And don't even try anything funny," she eventually added as they began to walk side by side.
Her last words got him to relax. It seemed she hadn't let her guard down.
A few moments later, they finally reached her her apartment building.
Don helped her press the button in front of the building and soon, they were inside.
She directed Don towards the elevator door and after what felt like a lifetime of awkward silence inside the elevator, they finally made it to her floor.
"Room 16," she announced once they were out of the elevator.
Don found the whole thing a bit strange, but then again, if there was one thing he had learnt in all his time of dealing with women was that for the right reasons.
Don helped her get the door and they both stepped into her room.
Her apartment was quite small, but definitely comfortable.
Her sitting room had a warm monochromatic colour with a small compact two seater sofa lodged against the wall to the right, draped with a chunky throw.
A small coffee table sat at the centre of the room, with a few books, which he guessed were written in brail, and a small plant vase sitting attop it.
The curtains modulated the amount of light getting into the room, giving it a soft tone, and what seemed like an old fashioned television sat on the wall opposite the sofa.
"So we are here," Don finally said after he felt the silence had begun to drag on for too long.
She turned to face him now, her expression more serious than ever.
"You wanted somewhere less open, here we are," she said. "Explain yourself."
"Well, emm," Don became short of words.
He was in conflict with himself concerning how much she needed to know if his plan was to succeed.
He needed to tell her enough to convince her he could be trusted and that he wasn't going to cause her harm.
At the same time, he needed get past the fact that she now he wanted to enslave her.
"I'm a Master, but not a Sentient, it's complex," he finally said.
"There are human Masters? Is that what your mutation is?" she asked, bombarding him with what he felt he felt were too many questions all at once.
"I don't know of any other human Masters, and it is not a mutation," he responded.
"What is your ability?" she asked again, barely waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"I don't have one!!!" Obviously appalled by her questions.
A moment of silence followed. He could see her expression soften.
Not having an ability felt like a disease in the new world. Even amongst the generations which came after the apocalypse, new abilities had only emerged.
"Okay, do it," she said, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"I said you do whatever you are going to do, enslave me."
"But, why?"
"Isn't that what you are after, to indirectly the make my ability yours?"
"But it's definitely not what you want, why the sudden change of heart?" Don grew suspicious.
All of this could easily be a trap.
"Well, I can't really explain it, but after the vision, I had a deep feeling it was meant to happen." He finally saw the vulnerability in her eyes, the sadness she was trying to hide.
"There is no point fighting fate anyways,"
she said.
In that moment, he felt deeply sorry for her.
Having an ability that let you glimpse into the future without any hope of altering it must be tough, he thought.
Silence followed.
"Don, do it."
He moved, then stopped in his track, taking a look at her from head to toe.
Finally, he closed the distance between them and slowly put his arms around her waist again.
"What...what are you doing?" She asked, surprise evident on her face.
"Just relax your body," he said as his lips found their way to the skin of her lower neck.
He begins to kiss it, slowly, softly, one spot at a time.
"Don ... What is all this?" She asked, her voice obviously trembling and her mind trying its best to resist, her body had begun to feel.
Don did not stop, instead, he increased his pace and drew her body closer to his.
He needed to do everything to make her want him.
Suddenly, his system message popped up.
{ Target Aroused }
{ Arousal level: 10% }
Bingo!!
He slowly placed his hand on her chest and gently carressed her right breast with it.
"What is the meaning of this?" She said as she tried to back away, seeing she was already giving herself to unwarranted pleasure.
He however held her firmly and refused to let her out of his grasp.
"Do you like it?" He asked as he continued to kiss her neck.
"You....we shouldn't be doing this," she answered.
{ Arousal level:17% }
Don proceeded to interrupt her words with a kiss on her lips.
Soon, she melted into the warm embrace of his mouth.
His hands slowly moved from her waist to her backside as the kiss lingered.
He proceeded to squeeze her butt gently as she let out little moans of arousal.
{ Arousal level: 25% }
Don lifted her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom.
Once they were in there, he threw her on the bed and immediately took off his shirt.
She could feel his bare chest and this only aroused her the more.
She lifted herself off the bed and staggered back to her feet.
This move confused Don, who immediately held her to prevent her from falling.
She then placed her hand on his bare chest and stared at him through the blindfold she had on.
"This is it right?" She asked.
Don could only nod as he stared at where her eyes should have been.
She knew exactly what she was getting into, and she was going to go through with it anyway.
"I think you should make it worth my while then," she said as she proceeded to kiss him.
She hands danced around his body and soon were on his waist.
She began to unbuckle his belt as her mouth still intertwined with his.
Putting his hands behind her back, he slowly unzipped her dress and minutes later, only her only her bra and panties were in view.
He took off his trousers and briefs completely and became completely naked.
{ Arousal level: 32% }
She pushed him into the bed and finally took off her panties revealing her pink center.
Don stared as he sat up on the bed and she proceeded slowly towards him.
Using his broad shoulders to steady herself, she sat up on him.
She let out a low moan the moment he was finally inside her.
{ Arousal level: 38% }
Don moved his hand to gently unclip her bra and cast it aside, giving their bare chest a skin to skin feel.
He then tried to take off her blind fold but she immediately moved her hand to stop his.
"I don't take it off"
Don shrugged it off as he pulled her in closer into him and they both began to thrust against each other.
{ Arousal level: 42% }
After a few minutes, their movement became rhythmic as their body echoed in unison.
They both let out low moans and Hermione rested her head on his shoulder to cope with the pleasure she felt.
{ Arousal level: 46% }
Don instantly knew what was coming. Not again, he thought.
Hermione began to increase her pace as she held on to his body, now tighter than before.
Three strokes later, she finally let out one final loud moan.
{ Arousal level: 50% }
Don's eyes began to glow bright blue.
The job was finally done.