Carson Evolved Ch. 04

Carson grinned sheepishly and gave a small shrug, like What can you do? The truth was that he really didn't think he was anything special.

"Is there anything else I should know about the meeting?" he asked.

This was the real point of her bringing the topic up. "Actually, there is something that I wanted to discuss with you. It's been on my mind for a while, but it really came to the fore at dinner last night. I think you should go for it. You need to find women that you're attracted to in another five golden families and bring them into your family. You've already got babies on the way from two lines, but you have to have seven to be considered to be the director. It won't be for several years yet, but at some point, the Director is going to have to step down. I want you to be the obvious choice for his replacement."

She watched him with concern. Despite the strides that he'd made in accepting the project's principles, she knew he wasn't all the way there yet. What he said next surprised her. "Okay, I'm in."

"Really?" she said excitedly. "I mean, that's great. I'm just surprised. No argument, no questions?"

He looked down at his hands abashed. Speaking quietly, he said, "I don't think I'm anything special. I would be ecstatic if I had any of my wives and it was just us. But, that's not my life anymore. I've accepted that." He looked up at her, and there was a new fire in his eyes. "I've heard too many things that concern me, things that make me wonder if the project is going where it says it wants to go. The thing is, the world can only go in two directions. It will either improve, or it won't. But selection is going to happen, is already happening, whether I'm on the sidelines or not. If I want to make a difference, if I want to change things for the better, I can't be on the sidelines. So, I'm in. It may not be what I would have chosen by myself, but I want to be part of the solution." He paused, and then winked at her. "I'm still getting to sleep with a several hot women about as often as I can handle. Even if the rest of them want to go artificial, I've got that going for me.

"Speaking of which," he continued, "I've got one more thing to do, and then I'm taking you back to the cabin tonight, and we're not leaving the bed until I'm convinced that you're pregnant." The look in his eyes sent a charge through her body. Her nipples began to harden, and she began to tingle in anticipation.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small jewelry box. Helena was both stunned and confused. He couldn't marry her. She was already married to Thurston, and he had three wives of his own. Seeing the look on her face, he instantly recognized the source of her confusion and chuckled. "That's exactly why we're doing this. I can't marry you, I realize, but I want to have a symbolic commitment to the women who bear my children. The four of you have been joking about my 'pride' for a while, and when I realized that I wanted something to indicate acceptance and inclusion in our group, I commissioned some special rings to symbolize our connection." He slid the box towards her and watched intently as she opened the box.

From the hiss of breath on her intake and the look of happy surprise on her face, she liked the ring. Carson took the ring from her and gently slid it onto the ring finger of her right hand. "This ring is special, Helena. You are my matriarch, the 'mother of mothers,' if you will for my pride. I have learned that you will support me, that you are a source of inspiration and encouragement and love. I am so honored that you want to be a part of my life at all, but even more so that you have chosen to join my pride." Then he raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently.

Helena's heart was fluttering, and she could barely focus enough to see the beautiful gift he'd given her. She noticed the mismatched eyes, one ruby red and the other purple amethyst. When she looked at him questioningly, he said, "The ruby represents me. The amethyst is purple, which has long been associated with royalty. For all intents and purposes, you are my queen, and your stone is purple."

"It's beautiful," she said. Then she lowered her voice and leaned in. "You need to get me out of here soon, or I can't be held responsible for my actions."

Carson quickly signaled for the check.

Edwards delivered them back to cabin. They'd behaved on the way, though not by Helena's choice. She'd slid her hand up his thigh, prepared to pleasure him as they traveled. Carson caught her hand and said, "Patience. We have all night, and once we start, I won't want to stop. Please, just a few more minutes?" She feigned disgust, but inside was delighted. He wanted her, and more than that, he was in charge. It was a strong aphrodisiac; her daughters had come by their submissive streaks naturally.

As expected, while they'd dined, the clothes she'd worn to the spa this afternoon had been delivered to the cabin. Sitting next to the folded pile was a small bag she'd brought from home. Seeing it, Helena turned to Carson and said, "I've got a surprise for you. Why don't you get us some wine and meet me in the bedroom?"

He nodded his agreement, smiling internally. His plan continued to come together as he heard her soft cry of surprise. The bedroom had been fitted with candles, giving the room a soft, warm glow. Breathing on the side table was a bottle of merlot, two glasses at the ready. And right next to the wine was a vase containing the flower he'd given her. Surveying his preparations, Helena's heart swelled with love as a tear leaked down her cheek. She hurried into the bathroom to complete her own surprise.

Carson kicked off his shoes and socks, and hung up his dinner jacket. Otherwise, he reclined against the headboard and tried to remain calm. He wasn't nervous like he once would have been sleeping with a date for the first time. His nerves tonight were more about whether he could live up to the billing; they'd teased each other for a long time, and she'd waited on his decision to take her for some time. He hoped that she wouldn't be disappointed in him.

In the bathroom, Helena was having her own attack of nerves. She had literally dreamed of this night for years, and now that it was here, she hoped that she didn't disappoint Carson. Taking one last look in the mirror, she inhaled deeply and held her breath before releasing it slowly to calm her nerves. Even to her critical eye, she looked good. Project women were given nanites as well, which accomplished much the same function as for the men. Thus, despite carrying 44 years, her body was much closer to that of a 30-year old. Like her daughters, she was busty, with large, bell-shaped breasts that swelled from her chest. They were made more prominent by the slender waist the swelled to a very womanly pair of hips. She'd always liked her body and was grateful for the technology that helped maintain it.

Shorter than her daughters by a couple of inches, she was still just above average in height. Her auburn hair had been shaped to highlight her cheekbones and large, almond-shaped brown eyes. Her light-olive skin tone was accented nicely by the ivory bridal nightgown and robe she wore. A luxurious satin, it hugged her curves deliciously, while the front slit offset over one leg gave it a sexy feel. The robe was the same color, but was constructed of an airy lace. She'd purchased this set months ago in anticipation of this night. She might not be able to marry him, but she felt just like a bride on her wedding night, and the gown was a symbolic homage.

With one final calming breath, Helena opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. At a glance, her worries melted away. Carson had been relaxing against the headboard, but with one look, he sat up and paid attention. The look on his face mixed love and hunger, his gaze intent upon her. His eyes captured hers, and even if she'd wanted to, she could not look away. Flush with the pleasure brought by his attention, she stepped towards Carson. He watched her carefully, neither of them saying a word, as she made her way towards him. She didn't stop until she stood between his legs as he sat at the side of the bed.

"My God, you're beautiful," he breathed.

Helena was trembling with need. She wanted him to touch her somewhere, anywhere. With him sitting and her standing, his head was just about shoulder height for her. He looked into her eyes and gently eased the robe from her shoulders. A tremor passed through her as it fell to the ground. His hands slid around her back before trailing down to cup her cheeks. Her breathing was heavy, her heart pounding as he caressed her. He stared into her eyes as his hands slid lower and gathered the skirt as he dragged her onto his lap. She slid her hands and arms up his chest and over his shoulders as she straddled his hips.

This brought her bosom to his lips, a fact Carson embraced by lightly kissing the exposed skin above her gown, peppering the slopes of her breasts with kisses. He extended his tongue and slowly dragged the tip from the valley of her cleavage directly up across her throat, causing her to lean back in pleasure. As she did so, she felt for the first time the effect she was having on him and gasped. He was much bigger than anyone she'd experienced before, and it was all she could do not to tear his clothes from his body to impale herself upon him. Instead, as he hungrily kissed along her jawline, she turned her head and crushed her lips against his, her hands twined in his hair and pulling him to her. Unconsciously, her hips began to slide against his in an attempt to scratch the itch building between her legs.

They lost themselves for a moment, finally tasting the fruit they'd so long denied. Eventually, Carson's hands slid up her back to ease the straps of her gown over her shoulders. As he did so, Helena pulled her arms back, allowing him to lower the bodice to her lap and bare her breasts. From the first time he'd met her, Carson had appreciated her breasts. Mara and Mila both took after her, but there was just enough of a difference to be noticeable. Her mature body added a fullness to her breasts that was unmatched by either of her daughters so far. He hugged her tightly to him, burying his face between her breasts and inhaling the spicy scent of her perfume. Methodically, he repeated his earlier action of kissing every inch of her breasts, intentionally avoiding her nipples, despite her protesting groans each time he moved away. Those nipples were calling his name, but he was intent on driving her to distraction before he claimed her. After tonight, there would never be a doubt in her mind who she belonged to, that was his goal.

So far, what had happened between them required no comment. Helena had apparently reached a breaking point, though, when he bypassed her nipple once again. "Please," she groaned.

"Please, what?" he asked, huskily.

"Please suck on my nipples. I need to feel you taste them."

In response, he ran the flat of his tongue across the underside of one of her nipples, finishing with a flick. His effort was appreciated, but she wanted more. "Suck it, please. I can't take any more." When Carson took pity on her, he drew as much of her tit into his mouth as he could, rapidly flicking his tongue across her nipple. "Yeessss!" she hissed. "Don't stop, please. Please don't stop," she prayed softly. Her head fell forward, and she rubbed her cheek against his hair. "All for you, baby," she softly murmured. "It's all yours."

He stopped and sought out her lips again, hungrily plumbing her mouth with his tongue. After a minute, Helena reluctantly broke contact and slid to stand before him again. Looking into his eyes, she dropped her gown to the floor, standing before him completely nude. Carson's eyes bulged when he saw that she'd obviously undergone a hair removal treatment, as her lips and vulva were completely bare. From the look of lust in his eyes, he definitely liked it, and a shiver of excitement ran through her once more.

Carson reached out pulled her back to his lap, but only momentarily as he held her tightly to him and he turned and lowered her to the bed. He immediately began making his way down her body, licking and sucking along the way. He was driving her crazy and she couldn't figure out what to do with her hands. She bit her nails, her hand found her tit and squeezed before pulling on her nipple, she grabbed a handful of the sheet—constantly moving and really just missing the feel of his body under her fingertips. The moment he reached her pussy, though, none of that mattered. Between her excitement from the spa today, their dinner, and his actions already, she was on a hair trigger. She'd half expected him to tease her pussy the way he had her nipples, but he surprised her by going straight for her clit and sucking the entirety of it into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue side to side. It was as it he'd touched a live wire to her pussy, and her entire body clenched as she began pumping her hips and screaming incoherently as she experienced the biggest orgasm of her life. It lasted forever, in her mind, and when she finally came down, her body lay limply as she stared at him with equal amounts of amazement, love, and hunger for more.

"Give me a minute," she gasped. "That...that..." she shook her head and swallowed to clear her throat. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my life. I think I saw the heavens open up above me."

Carson snickered a little at that. He thought it was a little over the top, but he appreciated the sentiment after all.

He crawled up her body and gently kissed her lips before laying at her side. He was in no hurry; they had all night.

When her heartbeat had finally slowed a little, Helena turned to Carson and said with a hungry look in her eyes, "My turn." She pulled him to his feet, and he began to unbutton his shirt before she stopped him. "No," she said, softly. "Let me." Something about the way she said it told him that this was an important act to her, so he relented and let her have her way.

She craned her head up to kiss his lips gently and pulled the hem of his shirt from his pants before beginning the slow process of unbuttoning his shirt. With each button released, she kissed the newly exposed skin softly, her tongue darting out to take little tastes. Before long, she had the front buttons undone completely and made short work of his cuffs. Her eyes shining, she slid her hands up his stomach and across his chest to free his shirt from his shoulders and remove it from his body; the reverence is lust in her eyes was apparent. She carefully folded the shirt and lay it over the back of a nearby chair.

Returning, she carefully unfastened his belt and pants, lowering them to the ground, tapping each of his legs as he stepped out of the pooled fabric. Again, she carefully smoothed and folded the pants, draping them across the chair. She saw his look and smiled shyly. Once again, she returned to stand before him.

This time, though, she knelt before him. His excitement was readily apparent. For the first time since she'd begun undressing him, she looked up at him and began to speak. In reverent tones, she said, "I give myself to you completely, my love. No man has ever had all of me. No former lover, not even my husband, has possessed all of me. You have my love, you have my body, and you have my soul. I am yours for as long as you'll have me. In all things, I will be at your side. But I kneel before you as a symbolic offering of my obedience to you, my love, my lord, and my master."

Carson was dumbstruck by the depth of the emotions he could feel pouring from her. He'd resolved to avoid abusing his newfound mental powers, but he couldn't help attempting to read her mind just then. What he found amazed him. Either he was getting better, or the intensity of her love for him added depth and detail to his ability. For the first time, there was a vision of another person's thoughts in his mind's eye. In the image she had of him, he was surprised to see himself seated on a throne in an opulent throne room. Equally surprising, she did not see herself at his side. Indeed, she did not see anyone by his side. Instead, she and his wives knelt before him. Filling the rest of the room was an indistinct collection of faces, but they seemed primarily female.

In a flash, he'd realized the depth of her devotion and the importance of his acceptance of her offering. It brought a tear to his eye, and he smiled at her with a new depth of love in his heart, saying, "I accept gladly, my love."

The joy at hearing his words was apparent, but her relief was short-lived. She knee-walked a little closer to him and leaned forward to nuzzle at the tent of his boxers. She brushed each cheek against it and inhaled his scent; it was not unlike a dog or cat marking a person as their own. Then, she began to kiss his rod through the shorts, the thin silk feeling nearly non-existent under her warm breath. Her hands slid up his legs and began to squeeze his length and caress his balls. Another shiver passed through her body. She desperately wanted to feel him driving into her, planting his seed deep within her. She knew that her body was primed and ready. But this was an important step to her.

Softly she said, "May I remove your underwear, Master?" He nodded, recognizing that the ritual was not over in her mind. She gently eased the waistband away from his body to free his cock. As she lowered his shorts, she again closed her eyes and leaned in to nuzzle his cock and inhale his scent. After he stepped out of the shorts, she discarded them and looked into his eyes. With an intensity that surprised him, she said, "I have dreamed of this night for so long. Thank you for loving me, thank you for accepting me. Now I ask that you allow me to pleasure you once before you finally claim me completely. May I use my mouth on you, Sir?"

He smiled and nodded. He'd have never come up with this on his own, but with the insight from his vision, he felt no shame in fulfilling her desires. She began by bathing his balls with her tongue, gently mouthing them as her hand slowly pumped his shaft. Satisfied with their cleanliness, she made one long lick up the underside of his cock. Reaching the head, she swirled her tongue around the head.

Despite his ability to avoid ejaculating unless desired, Carson still leaked pre-cum. He'd forgotten about the events with Elsa until Helena began to service him. Just as with the blonde-haired beauty the previous night, the moment that his fluid touched her tongue, a tingly wave sensation passed through her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head slightly before closing, and then she went on auto-pilot. She didn't take him deep, but it was apparent that she was in a state of bliss at feeling his thick head and shaft filling her mouth. Reluctant to let him out of her mouth for longer than a second, her breathing became heavier and she worked him hard. She swirled her tongue around the head, occasionally breaking to slide her pursed lips along the underside of his cock. Her hands continually jerked, working to coax his seed from his heavy balls.

She was doing an amazing job and Carson had no reason to hold back. He felt her desperation to taste his cum, so without warning, he released his hold and fired several thick shots into her mouth. Visually, it appeared as if her body shuddered in release as she swallowed his load. In his mind, however, he felt the same unlocking sensation he'd experienced with Elsa and suddenly, he was connected to Helena.

After her orgasm, she'd sat back on her heels, her eyes closed as she savored the flavor of her master's cum while she recovered. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she smiled happily up at Carson. "Mmmm, thank you," she said, with a grin.