La Belle Ile En Mere

This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

"Hhhhhmmmmmmm." Anna awoke on her belly. She could feel the sheet under her pelvis was soaked. She and her son had copulated like a pair of crazed rabbits all day. How many times had he finished inside her? Five ... it was five times. She really hoped it was her safe day. She was mostly sure. "George?" She groaned and rolled onto her side. Her body buzzed from her toes to her scalp.

What will become of me?

She knew she needed to collect her wits. She couldn't afford to be washed away in a sea of ecstasy. People were depending on her. She blinked her eyes. "Georgie? What are you doing?" Her son sat naked on the edge of the bed, an interface screen open in the air in front of him. He was swiping his way through numbers Anna didn't recognize. Other than the screen, the room was dark.

"Océane is having trouble with her firewall. The attacks are getting more sophisticated. I'm seeing if I can help." George felt his mother's warm, bare hand run along his spine. He sighed with delight at her touch.

"Can you help?" Anna sat up and scooted closer to him, reading over his shoulder.

"I don't think so." George shook his head. "This is all beyond me."

"Well, you probably can't code better than an AI. Or work as fast. But maybe you can think outside the box. Try shifting the paradigm." Anna kissed his shoulder and got up. Her whole body ached in the most wonderful way. There was wetness on her inner thighs as gravity pulled her son's seed out of her. "What time is it?"

"It's late." George moved numbers around the screen.

"We can't think on an empty stomach. I'm famished. You must be, too." Anna walked to the bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that George's eyes were fixed on her butt. That made her smile. "Let's shower, dress, and get something to eat. Sound good?"

"Sure, Mom." George nodded and looked back at the screen. "I'll shower after you. There's one more thing I want to try."

~~

"Oh, Mr. Zaal. You keep saying and doing the right things. Before this happened, I would never ... I mean, I was always faithful to Carlos. And you're a teenager. But ..." Delores slowly unbuttoned her bodice. Her hands were shamefully bare, and her fingers were still wet with the teenager's saliva.

"Mr. Salazar would want you to be happy. Especially in the middle of all this darkness." Kapnos, who wore George's body at the moment, gave the widow a warm, reassuring smile. He stroked his cock, sitting naked on the edge of the bed. "My body makes you happy, doesn't it?"

Delores made a little squeaking noise and nodded. George was a beautiful man. She removed her bodice. Slowly, almost playfully, she removed her bra. "Does my body make you happy, Mr. Zaal?" She pushed out her chest. "Carlos always adored my breasts." She knew she shouldn't talk about her beloved, dead husband. But it was difficult not to. Since hell had been unleashed, her mind constantly wandered back to him, even when she was trying to distract herself from such thoughts.

"Your husband had excellent taste. Your breasts are exquisite." Kapnos saw her smile and repress a laugh. "What's so funny?" He kept pumping his cock.

"You don't talk like you're eighteen." Delores began removing her skirts. She was so nervous that her fingers trembled. Her vagina was wet for the first time in what felt like ages. She worked hard to avoid thinking of her husband. That didn't work, so she focused on the idea that he would be happy that she might find some pleasure in her bleak existence.

"I don't talk like I'm eighteen?" He laughed. "I have an old soul." Kapnos stood. In this body, he towered over Delores. That was an enjoyable perspective. It made him feel more assertive. "I'm going to walk around you to take in your beauty. Is that okay?"

Delores nodded. She lowered her panties and stepped out of them. Then she clasped her hands before her and stood still, keeping her spine straight.

No slouching!

She wanted to look pretty for him.

I feel like a model.

The only thing she didn't do was smile. But she hoped her face was alluring in repose.

Kapnos whistled appreciatively as he slowly walked around her.

"Do I please you?" Delores could hear the wet fapping of his penis behind her. The youth was so brazen about pleasuring himself. Carlos had always been shy about that. She realized that she didn't need to ask the question. Clearly, George was happy with her, which is why he couldn't stop touching himself.

"You are wonderfully zaftig. I'm very lucky you chose to share yourself with me." Kapnos ran his fingers down her spine and continued to walk around her.

"I ... um ... think

you

talked us into this." Delores giggled.

Oh, my gods. I'd forgotten what it was like to laugh.

"Not that I'm complaining. I'm excited."

"Yes, I can tell." Kapnos finished his circle and knelt before her. He ran his fingers along her pussy and held them up so she could see the wetness. "May I have a taste?" He looked up at her with a devilish smile.

Delores nodded. She made another squeaking sound, but couldn't bring herself to speak an actual affirmative. "Oooohhhhhhhh." She threw her head back when the teenager began working her vagina with his tongue and fingers. Carlos hadn't been so skilled. She'd never been with anyone that had such a talent for pressing her buttons. She spread her legs and gripped his hair with her fingers to keep from falling over. "Mr. ... Zaal ... ooooohhhhhhhh ... Zaal ... Mr. ... aaaahhhhhhhhhh ... Zaaaaaaaalllllllllll!" He'd only just started, but she was already orgasming.

"Mmmmpppmmmmmmm." Kapnos removed his fingers when Delores squirted, but continued to work with his tongue, driving her to back-to-back climaxes. The woman nearly fainted, falling to the floor. He was ready and caught her in his strong arms. He carried the limp, blubbering Delores to her bed, placed her on her back, and spread her legs.

"How ... how ... did you ...?" Delores looked up into George's handsome face. It looked like he'd just gone for a dip in the lagoon. "Why ... are you so ... wet?"

"You squirted all over me, Mrs. Salazar." Kapnos moved his dick into place and pressed his hips forward. "This may smart at first. But you'll adjust in no time. I promise." He slowly slid into her.

"Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiii." Delores flopped on the blanket like a fish out of water. "Too ... big ... toooooooooo ... uuugggghhhhhhhhh." Her legs lifted into the air and rotated like she was trying to pedal a strange, invisible bicycle. "Ooohhhhhhhh ... gods ... that's too ... deeeeeeeeeeepppp." She spasmed.

"I'm going to hump you now. It will only hurt a few moments more." Kapnos had been in her shoes, had been her receiving the very same cock with the same pussy, so he knew exactly what to do. Of course, he couldn't tell

her

that.

"Splitting ... me ... uuuuggghhhhhhhh." Delores didn't ask him to stop. Until today, she'd barely spoken with the teenager. But he had such confidence and said such sweet things. She trusted him. She trusted that the pain would fade. And he was right. Deep in her belly, where the head of his penis plundered, joy pulsed like a beacon. It grew and grew. The pain ebbed. Soon, her whole body burned with ecstasy and passion.

Had sex always been this good, and I've forgotten? Or ... is this something new?

"Do you ... ugh ... ugh ... feel it now?" Kapnos thrust forcefully into Delores's pussy, giving an extra push at the bottom of each stroke to drive the woman's ass into the mattress. "Is the pain ... ugh ... gone?"

"Ooohhhhhhhh ... it's good ... it's ... uuugghhhhh ... goooooodddddd." Delores's melancholy disappeared entirely. She wrapped her legs around his butt, dug her fingernails into his back, and kissed the teenager with a swirling tongue. "Mmmmppphhhhhhhh." She was fixing to have another large orgasm. The escape from the tatters of her life was complete. Her universe was nothing but bliss. That wonderful penis penetrated her vagina and the gloom that had hung over her. She was so incredibly grateful. And ... it suddenly occurred to her ...

I'm hooked. Once won't be enough.

Then nothing occurred to her. She broke the kiss, and her mind sailed away over a sea of ecstasy.

"Your ... countenance ... is changed ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... Mrs. Salazar. I see ... happiness." Kapnos pulled her legs from behind him, and then pushed her left over until it joined her right. She was now jackknifed on her side. He grabbed her waist and increased his tempo.

Descending from her high, Delores got used to the new position. She quickly decided it was wonderful, even though it didn't provide the same stimulation to her clitoris. That was fine, the pleasure his penis imparted deep inside her was divine. "Yes ... yes ... Mr. Zaal ... at least ... aaahhhhhhhh ... in this moment ... I am happy. We should have ... done this ... days ago."

"I ... agree." Kapnos humped her to several more orgasms. Then, he pulled her on top of him. She was perspiring and breathing heavily, but she rode him like a true equestrian champion. Her whole body shook violently with the force of her galloping bounces. Kapnos took it all in. It was lovely, and certainly worth the risk he'd taken slipping into Delores's room and bed. "I'm going ... to cum ... soon. Where ... should I ... finish?"

"Uggghhhhhh ... I don't care ... I don't care." If it was possible, she rode him even harder. The thought of his hot, young seed inside her drove her insane.

"If ... you don't decide ... I'll put it all ... in your womb." He gritted his teeth.

"I don't ... eh ... eh ... eh ... care." She dug her nails into his hard chest. When he cried out, and she felt the heat of him deep inside, a mighty climax seized her. She threw back her head and stared at the stars above her. She could have sworn she was looking directly into the palace of the gods.

Later, after Kapnos had dressed, he checked in on Delores. She was naked on top of the blanket, stretched out and supine. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed evenly. On her lips was the sweetest smile.

Kapnos thought about changing back into Gwendolyn before leaving the room. It would have been possible with her sleeping. But he didn't want to risk her waking and catching him in the act. There was also the problem of what to do with the shed mass. George was much bigger than Gwendolyn.

So, Kapnos kissed the sleeping woman on the cheek and stole out of the room.

~~

There was no one in the lagoon when Anna and George went for their late supper. They dined at the Japanese restaurant, sitting right next to the water. The pleasures of food made for the rich were considerable, but it paled next to the bliss they'd experienced in Anna's room that day.

In case they were overheard, they didn't talk about what they'd been doing together. Although, Anna did spend a long time considering the semen swimming inside her while she took her dinner in such a public place. Her clothes were perfect. Her hair and hat were pinned just right. She'd applied her makeup just so. But in her womb, things were not so picture-perfect.

I'm carrying my son's seed around with me this evening!

A sense of joy and pride swelled inside her at the thought. Maybe it

was

picture-perfect in her womb, too.

"Why are you smiling, Mom?" George distractedly pushed his tuna roll around his plate. "I don't think I can help Océane. And I don't know how long the hotel can hold up. If the firewall is breached again, the Newest Guest could mess with our environmental controls. Or use the fire suppression technique we used against Dad."

Anna's smile disappeared. "Your father was a hostage, George."

"That's not my point, Mom. We have to figure out how to stop the Newest Guest." George watched her pluck a section of roll with her chopsticks and daintily plop it in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully.

"We just have to think outside the box. Like you and me, George. We thought outside the box with our ..." Anna heard a door open. The lagoon was darkened for night, so she squinted at the sound. Someone was exiting Delores's room. It looked like a man. Anna went rigid with fright. There were no men other than George in the suites. "Georgie ... Georgie ... there's a man here!" She reached a gloved hand across the table and gripped his hand tightly.

"What?" George turned to look.

The man must have heard them, he turned to look at them. When Anna could make out his face, her blood ran cold. She withdrew her hand from George's abruptly. The man walking the boardwalk across the water was ... her son. There was a flash of blue light. Anna covered her eyes. She heard hurried steps from across the lagoon, and then a door closed. When she blinked away the spots dancing before her eyes, the other George was gone. She pushed her chair back and stood, her face draining of blood. "Who are you? Where is George?"

"I'm not sure what you think you saw, Mom. But it's me, George. You're tired. You must have thought you saw something ..." He grimaced. George hated lying to his mother. But he'd promised Kapnos. What had the alien been doing in Delores's room as him? Why couldn't she be more discrete? "Let's get you to bed, Mom." George stood and stepped around the table. He froze when his mother recoiled from him.

"Has this ... all been some sort of sick trick ... by the Newest Guest?" Anna's mind spun. "Whose sperm is in me right now? What have you done to George!?!" Her voice raised and her hands trembled. When he reached for her again, Anna turned and ran. She flew over the boardwalk back to her room, not daring to look back. Once inside her room, she slammed the door and flipped the deadbolt. Shaking, she put her back against the door. When the doorbell rang, she didn't answer it. She retreated to her bed and crawled under the covers, fully clothed. Her whole body trembled. Had everything been a lie? Was anything real?

Outside his mother's room, George leaned his head against the wall. "Gods damned." Now he had another crisis to deal with. He didn't know how to prioritize any of them. He rang the doorbell again but knew she wasn't going to answer.

~~

There were too many creatures. Roy was on the one hundred and fifty-seventh floor when they found him. He shot three of them, culminating in explosions of black, viscous goo and body parts. Then he decided to retreat. He raced back up the stairs, but the creatures followed. Worse, they steadily gained on him. He wasn't going to make it back to the top of the tower.

On the one hundred and sixty-first floor, he decided to make his stand. At the stairs' cutback, he kneeled and leveled his pistol. "Take that, fuckers." He dropped two more, but they kept coming. They moved quickly and ran in erratic patterns. "Okay, not the place for a last stand." Roy changed his mind and ran down the hall, shooting wildly behind him. His pistol stopped hissing when it ran out of ammunition.

There was a gym on his right. He dodged inside. Quickly, he tore off his jacket and used it to jam the door handle. Then, he started piling weights behind the door. It only took the creatures thirty seconds to start pounding on the door. Roy was a frantic, sweaty mess as he piled weights and equipment for his barricade. Fortunately, by the time they'd unjammed the handle, he had half the weights in the small gym piled against the door. Despite their pounding, the door didn't budge.

"This is all ... Constance's fault." Roy finished the barricade. He pulled the buttons off his jacket and stuck them in the pistol's cartridge. The device would turn them into bullets. Next, he looked around. There was no other way into the gym. And ... no way out. He checked his backpack. Not much food. There was a bathroom, so he'd have water. He slumped to the floor with his back to the wall as the pounding on the door continued. He was fucked. That much was clear. If his dear wife had wanted a divorce, she would be free of him soon enough. Although, he doubted she'd live long enough to enjoy single life.

~~

"I didn't expect anyone else to be up." Constance slipped into the lagoon water near George and settled herself on the bench. The dim nighttime lights made George look dour. She studied him. No, it wasn't the lighting. His expression was indeed glum. "Trouble sleeping?"

"My mom is mad at me." George sighed and let his feet bob in the water. "And Nossy is ..."

"Nossy is whom?" Constance raised an eyebrow.

"Mrs. Valentine is mad at me, too." George shrugged.

"I didn't know you were close with Mrs. Valentine." Constance studied him closely. His sister was right.

He is tall and handsome. And he has a nice body. But, of course, Roy would kill the poor lad if I bedded him.

"I have found that extreme stress really bonds people." George gave an even bigger shrug. "And I'm not sure any of that matters, because I'm pretty sure Océane won't hold out against the cyberattack from the Newest Guest. When the hotel is under that thing's control, we're ... toast."

Constance's shoulder stiffened. "How long do we have?"

"I have no idea." George shook his head slowly.

"Do ... do you think my husband is okay? Is there a way to check on him?" Constance felt her worries begin to cascade. Despite all his troubles, George seemed to be keeping himself on an even keel. She admired that. Roy would be acting out in some way. Constance swam over to George and sat next to him on the bench. She put a gloved hand on his shoulder. "Please tell me the truth."

"I think the outlook for your husband is grim. There's no way to check on him." George put his hand on hers and squeezed.

"He's a fool." Constance took a deep breath and looked into George's deep brown eyes. She needed to stop talking about Roy. "You and your mother seem incredibly close. It seems like you two could talk out whatever is bothering her. Why haven't you?"

"She doesn't know if I'm really me." George let his troubles slide away as he gazed on Constance's beauty. She was wearing no makeup, and her hair was down. He'd never really seen her looking so vulnerable. Her green eyes were soft and inviting. "And I can't tell her the truth."

"What about your sister? Can you talk to your sister?" Constance hadn't been with anyone other than Roy in years. What would it be like to bed a teenager? If they were all going to die, she need not worry about telling her husband. She could have one last fling before the end.

"I suppose. She's sleeping, though. And ... also ... she doesn't like me very much." George's dick stiffened when her other hand squeezed his thigh under the water. He couldn't help himself. This beautiful, famous woman was coming on to him. Despite the entropy all around him, the primate in him responded with desire. Maybe he was more bonobo than chimp. He'd have to tell Kapnos.

"I think your sister does like you. She suggested to me that we should sleep together." Constance moved her hand to his inner thigh. "I think maybe she was right."

"She what!?!" George's eyes went wide. "There must have been some strange context."

"There was context. Your loving sister thought you would enjoy having sex with me." She purred in his ear.

"Oh gods ... I can't believe I'm going to do this." George took a deep breath. "Mrs. Haversham, you're gorgeous, a champion, and you have the most amazing backhand. But I can't have sex with you. Not now. Not while my mom and Mrs. Valentine are mad at me."