Fate Cries Foul - Renier Larouche (fantasy novels to read txt) 📗

connecting the cock to her open mouth. Inside of her gullet was a lake made of his sperm.

In truth, Gwen sucked Gavin's cock more than a few times. Though he always came rather quickly, she frightened herself with how much she relished the experience. Now, with her boss's cum filling her whole mouth, she felt surprisingly... jovial. When Gavin and she finished the activity, there was always a cup ready for her to spit into. Staring up into Scott's eyes, she shut her mouth and tilted her head back, swallowing every bit of the sperm, the first she had ever swallowed. It felt... weird, more watery than expected and ticklish down her throat. Yet, she liked it. Scott looked down at her, breathing heavy while pulling up his pants. "Now, that was quite a delightful surprise, garden girl. You have a lot to learn, but without a doubt, you're a natural cocksucker. Don't worry, I will teach you additional techniques."

Gwen sucked on her bottom lip, licking up some rogue cum, speaking in an innocent tone. "That would be very nice of you."

Scott smirked and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her off the floor and siting her on a counter. "Well, I plan to return the favor." He unbuckled her pants and pulled them down, followed by her panties. For some reason, Gwen was embarrassed to have him see her unkempt vagina. Yet, he just smiled, wordlessly getting on his own knees... and pressing his thumb right on her clit.

"Oh my fucking LORD!" Gwen declared at the sudden shot of sensation. He leaned in, keeping a thumb on the clit, rubbing it around in circles. His tongue darted out, licking a circle around Gwen's labia, causing her to shudder and grip the edge of the counter. He pushed her legs apart further as she leaned back, feeling the tongue penetrate her. He kept a persistent movement between the thumb on the clit and the tongue moving around her, darting in and out of her constantly. She had never been eaten before and the effect was dizzying. Her gaze fluttered and her mouth parted, body shaking.

"Oh god... fuck... I'm gonna do it all ready!" Gwen cried, breath heaving in and out of her lungs as she gritted her teeth. Within seconds, a squirt flew from her and hit a plant in the distance. Then she let loose, a torrent running out of her and down her legs, coating her thighs in shininess as her knees buckled in.

The feeling was insanely wonderful and unlike anything she had felt to this point in her life. She gripped the table tightly, eyes shut and face scrunch as Scott massaged her through the orgasm. "Very good garden girl..." he chirped, "very good. Cum for me."

After that, Gwen collapsed back on the counter, breathing heavily. Her eyes were full of contentment as Scott dropped her pants and a towel on her. "Okay, clean up now, garden girl. We have actual work to do."

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-Present-

Though Gwen had fair warning on what the state of her "project" would be the next day, seeing the empty plot still made her twitch in absolute annoyance. All the work from the previous day was once again decimated, replaced with the original bland brown plot. Gwen literally had to bite her tongue. "Well... this... again."

Scott crossed his arms and nodded, keeping his expression plain. "Yes, again. I would like you to finish the whole thing today. The core goal at hand is to plant the whole garden."

Gwen crooked her head up towards him, the sun shining directly into her eyes, causing her to squint. "Yes, because that makes total sense. If the 'magical' forces of nature didn't wreck it every night, I would be done by now." She paused and sighed. "I may have just figured out an important element of the experiment. Making a proficient and lovely garden doesn't matter, right?"

Scott formed his smirk, not looking Gwen in the eyes. "Well, I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you in big bold letters. I think you should be able to finish the whole thing today. If you do not though, unfortunately, I think things will have to change tomorrow... as a bit of punishment."

Gwen calmed down, loosening her fists. "How foreboding," she replied simply. Scott's smirk just grew as he walked away.

"Just finish the whole garden, damn the quality," he called out before climbing into his car. Gwen watched him drive off through narrow eyes. She looked at the drab ground and couldn't help to feel a tingling sensation of nagging repetition, like Prometheus pushing the boulder every day. Deep down, Gwen knew she should just power on through and throw something together since merely finishing was stressed a few times over.

Yet... well, there was a defiant spirit that lived inside of her. In fact, Scott was essentially the one who introduced her to thinking outside of the box. The whole exercise reeked of ridiculousness with vague goals and an invisible lesson to be learned. Now, there were ominous threats of punishment. In fact, she was oddly more curious in what the punishment was than the reward.

So, with no real sense of fire in her heart, Gwen tended to the garden... again. This time, the care from the previous two days was absent. Each slam of the hoe lacked any real energy. The rows were far from even. The seeds were just dropped instead of buried. No markings were constructed. In addition Gwen moved at a glacial pace. A garden snail could have probably done a faster job. The sun's reign of heat scorched her as well, inspiring more time just sitting on the dirt with a bottle of water than actual work. As the day wore on, the work jut slowed more and more. During the last two hours, four seeds were planted, none of them actually making it beneath the dirt.

This time, Gwen saw as Scott drove up the dirt road. He approached with a distinctive frown. She was leaning against the wheelbarrow, looking towards the clouds, thinking that one sort of resembled a pony that was on fire. Scott stood above her, blocking the sun and casting her in shadow. "Well, that looks quite disappointing," Scott observed. Indeed, less than a fourth of the field was planted.

"What can I say? I just must be a lousy worker," Gwen quipped in her casual position.

Scott looked down sternly. "Or you are just as impish as you've always been. I can see you the entire day, of course. The sight of you working... well, I am a man who does not understand artistic things well, but the sight of it is like poetry."

Gwen stood up. "Well, isn't that sweet," she replied sardonically. "God, am I just eye candy to you now? You know I am more than that. You know you can do a lot more with my body than use it to make some shitty garden you keep destroying. You should just pay a whore to play your games and stop wasting my time."

Scott loosened his posture, sighing. "Perhaps, I am being cautious. It has been years since we... worked together. Maybe I am just trying to get us on the same page."

"And by work, I think you mean fucked." Gwen furrowed her brow, walking off in a huff. "Well, maybe you should of just asked me where we stood."

Scott did not say anything in retort. In turn, Gwen did not turn around, instead just getting into her car and driving back home.

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~Past~

It was late June and Gwen had begun her summer classes. Despite that, she still worked her shifts in the lab. Due to Scott's proposal preparation, he was not in the place constantly. Of course, when he was, things were quite different than they used to be.

First, she was able to work days instead of evenings, due to a light course load. This made things far less stressful and much sunnier. Second, the dress code was much looser. Gwen took to wearing more comfortable clothes, considering the greenhouse's humidity. She enjoyed wearing her sundresses to work and even a nice big hat to shield her from the sun peeking through the glass. Her hair was much shorter now, styled into a pixie like hairdo. Scott asked her to do it that way, suggesting that it would nicely frame her face when she was sucking his cock. Yeah, that was another change.

Gwen never thought that such mischievous activities could be as enjoyable as they were. She still was dating Gavin and he seemed content enough with the relationship. After all, Gwen was becoming friskier as well as much more adept in the bedroom, as if she were taking lessons, which she essentially was.

Scott never took her in a straight forward fashion. Mostly, Gwen just sucked on his penis as he gave her guidance, pointers, and suggestions. It didn't bother her since the man was not selfish. More often than not, he would eat her after she sucked him, or at the very least finger her. Gwen had no idea how someone so off-putting and different learned to please a woman with his tongue or fingers so well, but she was not going to complain.

The day was hotter than most, making Gwen happy that she was wearing her favorite sundress which was pink with flowers imprinted on it. She had a large floppy hat on her head as she tended to a group of tomato plants, humming softly to herself as she sprinkled water upon their leaves.

When the door opened, she was surprised to see Scott enter the room. His proposal was scheduled for that afternoon, so she did not expect to see him that day. On most proposal focused days, he was a ghost, trusting her to do what was needed. Now, he was not only here, but seemed to be... happy. Very happy, in fact, a huge smile filled his face. The man never smiled that jovially, the expression leaving Gwen unsure on how to feel.

"I guess the proposal went well?" Gwen asked, the sunbeams highlighting her body as Scott seemed unable to stand still.

"That would be an understatement. I expected good, but, they loved my project more than I imagined. Even the professors who hate me applauded. They plan to give me more money for my research than any other candidate before me. We can expand the perimeters of the project tenfold! It is even more than I had hoped for."

Gwen was beyond delighted for the man, putting down her watering can and giving him a big hug. "That is fantastic! I guess you can afford more than little old me now."

Scott's smile morphed into his smirk. "Or I can just pay you enough that you work here constantly."

Gwen giggled, hands on her hips. "Or we could just clone me. Picture what more than one of me could do!"

"Believe me, I wish that were possible. I could just imagine what I could do with a whole team of you." The man stood still, looming above her, his warm smile returning. She smiled back, hands on her hips as they shared eye contact. After a few seconds, he reached down and took off her hat, Gwen's eyes fluttering as the sun bathed her face. He then cupped her chin, caressing it with care, rolling his fingertips upon the flesh. Finally, he swooped down, kissing her deeply, right on the lips.

Gwen's eyes widened at first. She suddenly realized that despite the fact that though she had his manhood down her gullet on many occasions, the two never actually shared a kiss. Instead of worrying about that, she shut her eyes and put her hands on his head, kissing back passionately. Their tongues became intertwined like vines as he pressed her back against the counter. His hands roamed up her side, at times lifting her skirt. He then ventured to her