Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Crystal - by Deacon Blues Fifteen - Back to Where We Once Belonged I awoke early, having set my watch's alarm to go off at six. I managed to disengage from Crystal without waking her. She was sleeping soundly, her face a vision of a secure and innocent child. A brief flash of the last time we had made love went through my mind. How different this beautiful angel was from the beast that grunted and moaned in lust as I penetrated her. How would the serum take effect? Kurz didn't concern himself with social action, just the biological function, so he didn't worry about how the girls felt about being `restarted.' I slipped out of the room and nearly tripped on Marcus and Sarah, They had made a makeshift bed with the cushions from the couch. He was facing her, his arms wrapped protectively about her, and she was curled up in his embrace, and looked very content. As I sidestepped the cushion-bed, Sarah opened one eye, and smiled beatifically. She then nuzzled into the pillow and went back to sleep. I walked over to Marcus' computer. I was no hacker, this is true, but neither was I a slouch, when it came to computer knowledge. I pried into his machine, aided by the fact that hackers, secure in their superiority, don't bother with much security themselves. Marcus kept a diary, and I wanted to know how he really felt about my plan. I finally found it, tucked away in a corner of his hard drive. I looked for the most recent entry, only yesterday. "Nate is starting to worry me. He seriously intends to go up against the mob! I think we got lucky against that little welcome party they sent to us yesterday. I'm not sure what to do. I want to be loyal to my best friend, and I now have an additional reason to hate the mob. Sarah has told me some of the stuff they have made her do for them. Since she's no longer eligible to be a mother, they use her freely, among themselves, and renting her out to others, by the hour. A young girl like her demands a high price on the meat market, and they're kind enough to give her ten percent. Sarah has had to do things that I've never dreamed or even read about. She's a sweet kid, and very pretty, and smart, too! I want to help her. So, I guess, like my buddy, I'm going to go get myself killed for these `Chimeras.' They're worth fighting over." "Afraid I'd bolt on you?" Marcus said behind me, causing me to jump half out of the chair. He chuckled a little. "Don't sweat it, I would have wondered, too." He put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I want you to try to give the serum to Sarah." He said, cutting to the chase. "I know you can do it. I read the notes on it myself, and it's just a dissolved into saline solution and injected, nothing fancy." I turned and looked at him. "I will, but I needed Crystal to not know that last night, now it's okay." He gave me a long look. "You injected Crystal?" He asked me, his face incredulous. "I thought she didn't want it." "She didn't." I said, looking down. "But I had to give it to her. I don't want her loyal to me from some biological drive, I want her heart, or nothing. She can go back to being my little girl." Marcus grinned widely. "Probably too late for that option, man." He said. I nodded. "Probably, but I have to know if its me she loves, or just my gene-sequence." He shrugged at me. "I dunno, but I hope it's you, for your sake." Sarah walked up at that point and we dropped it. Marcus said, "He says he knows how to inject it now." She said to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. She grabbed his enwrapping hand and held it, and smiled widely. "Really? That's great!" Her smile was huge and honest. She looked up at Marcus with glittering eyes, then back at me. "When?" I said, "Today." I looked at my watch. "In a while, after breakfast, I have to sterilize the needle and stuff." She nodded enthusiastically. "Okay." Sarah really was quite lovely, and her eyes were every bit as entrancing as Crystal's, but the icy blue made them seem cooler, somehow. Actually, if I were to be quite honest, and impartial, something that's hard for a father and lover to do, Sarah was prettier than Crystal. But that didn't bother me in the least. I knew where my heart was kept. Crystal came out of our room shortly thereafter. She yawned and stretched, then yanked the hem of her tee shirt back down. She still needed clean panties, I thought. Sarah giggled at her, and told her to `quit advertising,' we all knew she was sexy. I agreed and grabbed Crystal up in a hug, she giggled and pressed into me. Her head craned back and she kissed my neck as I grunted and lifted her off the floor and carried her back into our room. I heeled the door shut and kept waddling, carrying a wriggling Crystal against my chest and belly. She was giggling and not fighting very hard, either. We got to the bed and I deposited her on it. She laid there, striking a naturally sexy pose, one knee up and propped on her elbows half sitting. I leaned over and kissed her soft lips. She responded with kisses of her own. After a few minutes of `good morning' to each other, I sat up. "Sleep well?" I asked. Sliding my hand up and down the elevated thigh. "Mmm hmm." She replied, watching my hand. She inhaled. "It's hard to, though, when you try to go to sleep horny." She pointed out, lifting her shirt's tail up, revealing her pantiless pelvis. Her voice changed to a little girl's sing-song "I was just all wriggly inside all night." Her predatory eyes bored into mine. "Can you help me?" She said, spreading her legs slightly. I tilted an imaginary cowboy hat and said. "Ma'am, I'd be remiss if I left a young woman in need of help." My drawl was awful, but it made Crystal giggle, and I chuckled too. My hand slid on up that thigh, until my thumb was pressed against her labia, I slid it over her clitoris, and stroked back and forth. She moaned softly and laid back down, bringing both knees up and apart. One of her little hands moved on top of my own, and guided me a little, showing me where she wanted me to touch, and how. When I started rubbing in the indicated spot in the preferred manner, she gasped loudly and started grinding her hips back and forth. I moved the hand faster, and she responded, moaning and gripping at the sheets with her nails. I kept up the motion with my fingertips, and leaned down, kissing her knee and starting upward. I left a trail of slightly wet kiss marks up her thigh, then between, then up to her groin. My fingers tended their job while I slid my tongue over her labia, spreading them on the downstroke and then entered her. She bucked upward, and moaned again. "Oh, God!" She gasped. My other hand moved over her tight belly, feeling the tensed muscled there, then up to her chest. I massaged one small breast, squeezing the nipple a little between two fingers. Her breathing started to come in short bursts, then would stop for almost a minute. When she moved both her hands to my head, pulling me into her harder, I removed my hand from her clit and replaced it with my tongue and lips. My own hands rounded her and grabbed her small ass cheeks, the fingertips pressing into the crack, and my right middle finger actually pushing on her sphincter. I lifted her small mass up a bit, and spread the cheeks of her rear. My tongue took a long detour down past her labia, and then over her puckered asshole. She gasped again, and her fingernails dug into my scalp. "Woah, that was nice." She said. Then she giggled. I slid my tongue over the pucker again, forcing it a bit into her, pressing on the opening. She groaned louder this time. I now worked my way back up to her clitoris, and sucked on it, and nibbled it. Then I buried my face into her pubic mound, driving my tongue over her labia then into her slick, warm tunnel. As she pushed toward me, my middle finger snaked through the tight muscle of her ass and into her to the second digit. She bucked again, moaning loudly. I pressed the attack, licking, sucking, and nibbling her clit and labia while my finger explored the tight confines of her backside. I shoved it a bit deeper, past the sphincter's muscle. She now was pushing up and down with her pelvis, and I changed my hand's angle. Now when she pushed upward, she drove my tongue into her clit then her vagina. When she moved back, she forced my finger deeper into her ass. Apparently, she figured this out quickly, and was all for whatever was going on. Soon, my middle finger was totally buried between her tight buns, and she was also mashing her crotch into my face, she was humping my head, and both her hands held my head in place. She was enjoying both sensations, and I was enjoying her doing it. She actually giggled as her orgasm overtook her, Smiling broadly, and having a splendid time. When she relaxed, she looked down at me for a moment, then her eyes widened in panic. "Oh shit." She said, climbing up, my finger slid from her anus, and she let out a forlorn moan. "Damnit." She got down low, near my face. "Don't freak. I should have stopped you." Her eyes were watering. "What are you talking about?" I said, blankly. My energy was gone, but otherwise I felt fine. She looked at me, tilting her pretty head slightly. "You're not depressed?" She asked me. "Um...no." I said, with an air of confusion. "Just tired." Crystal smiled at that. "How? Why aren't you being affected by my `after?'" I shrugged. "Because I accept that doing you isn't wrong?" I said. "Hence no depression, maybe?" I looked at her relieved eyes. "I used to get tired after eating your mom out, is that related." She grinned and nodded. "Yeah, its common." She held my head. "It'll pass soon." "I hope so." I replied, and yawned. I let my head relax into her lap and arms. "I've got stuff to do today, can't be napping it away." I said quietly. She was stroking my hair and touching my face. I felt her hair occasionally tickle the tip of my nose as she looked down at me. Despite my admonition to the contrary, I dozed off for almost an hour. When I awoke, she was still holding my head and stroking my hair. And she was humming a lullaby. I smiled up at her, and she saw I was awake. The humming ceased. Unlike her singing, the humming was melodic and on tune. "That was pretty." I said, giving her my winningest smile. She blushed and looked away. "If you say so." She said. I thought for a moment, chewing my lip. "You really want a baby a lot, don't you?" I asked her, reaching up to stroke her hair. Her eyes watered a little. "Yes." She said. "It's a massive thing to me. To all Chimeras." She smiled through the slowly trickling tears. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked. "Not in the least." I answered. I lifted my head and kissed her, gently. Then I kissed each closed eye. "I want you to be happy, and if babies do that, then I want it." "Well," she said, "you remember mom when she had me, don't you?" She was smiling wide. I cast my mind back to when Crystal had first been born. Jennifer was nearly exploding with excitement, pride, and something akin to relief. She was twenty years old, and apparently at the end of a Chimera's fertile period, this was her first child, her only child. Jennifer was beyond happy with the baby, she was ecstatic over Crystal. She cooed, cuddled, nursed, fed, burped, and changed diapers with what might have been the world's silliest grin plastered on her face. Some were afraid she was going through post partum depression, or maybe manic depression. I though of getting her therapy, but she refused, and even a couple of her friends came to her defense. Both Chimeras, I now knew, but they said she was just happy. I answered, "Of course. Yeah, I want you that happy." Crystal squealed a little, then hugged my head to her bosom, like a round baby. "As soon as I can, Nathaniel." I decided to behoove myself of the amenities, and suckled gently on one breast. She sighed and let me do that a while. I could see her face by turning my eyes to the far right, and she was smiling contentedly and staring off into space somewhat. After a moment, I noticed we were rocking gently. Finally, she let my head go. "We have much to do, today." She said. "I'm not going to ever get pregnant without a mule, and the Mafia controls all of them." We stood up and dressed. Crystal using her bikini bottoms for panties for the time being. Into the living room we walked, moving like people with a mission. We found things there well-ordered. Marcus had been packing up his computer gear, and everyone else was straightening up the house. Crystal went back into our room to start that packing. I took Lance up to the warehouse and showed him how to use one of the Brownings. He learned quickly enough, but his hand shook a little. He wouldn't be of much use in the fight, but we might could use him for intelligence. "You're going to be out eyes and ears." I said. "We'll equip you with binoculars, and scanner. You're job will be to keep us on top of things we can't see up close to the action." He nodded as I explained what his duties would be. He would work beside Marcus, finding targets for the sniper rifle, and keeping a watch on Marcus' back. He'd also be monitoring the scanner, to let us know if police were imminent. By noon we had the Jeep and pickup loaded. Sarah and Marcus would ride in the pickup. The rest of us in the Cherokee. When we got to Atlanta, we had to get the reset serum to the Chimeras and move on before the Mafia could figure out where we were going. The mob still had one ace up its sleeve. It could extinguish the hopes of the Chimera instantly by killing all ten Mules. And they already had them under guard. I thought about this and changed my mind. More important than killing the Don of the familia that ran the Chimera ring, was making sure they were safe from being extinct. We would have to free the mules, or get the other Chimera to do so. Sarah looked like she was nervous as a turkey on Thanksgiving morning. She stood, trembling slightly, as I held up the syringe and tapped out the air bubbles. Like the mixture for my angel, it was only about half a gram of the powder, dissolved into three cc's of saline solution. A tiny injection, that changed their world. She actually moaned as I sank the needle into her arm. And sighed when I removed the empty syringe from the tiny pinprick of a wound. Her excitement over being `reset' was so palpable that she was nearly orgasmic with the mere idea. She stood for a few seconds, a look of worry coming over her face. "I don't feel different." She said. "Did it work?" I nodded as I put the syringe in the trash. "Yes. You have to realize it doesn't change anything about you or how you feel or act, it only changes the protein armor on your eggs." I closed the little medical bag. "All the changes it will bring about to you are from your own mind's realization that you aren't stuck with the same guy now." She looked at me. "So if I love someone, I'll go on loving them?" She asked. "Yes." I said, looking at the little puncture wound. And putting a band-aid on it. "You'll feel exactly the same as you did before, unless you only accepted the man because you had to." Lance walked up with a very frightened-looking Marcie in tow. "Please inject her as well." He said. "I don't want her to be with me if she doesn't want to be." Marcie was shaking her head. "I love him, Nathaniel, don't do that." "Will you stay with him even if not bound by your needs?" I asked her. "Seriously?" She nodded. "I will." "Then we'll wait on it, okay?" I said, and gave Lance a very surreptitious wink. He nodded on the micrometer scale. We had a understanding. Seems the Chimera weren't the only ones with secret communications. We piled into the vehicles and headed out. War was neigh. War is apparently a very giggley thing, judging from the constant yammering and giggling going on in my Jeep. The girls were excited about going home, and excited that maybe, just maybe we were going to set the Chimera free. We stopped in a small town about an hour from Atlanta and got three motel rooms. The furor over the Amber Alert on Crystal had died down somewhat, and we risked being seen while doing laundry at a washeteria. The town was so quiet, indeed, that we let the girls go out on their own for a while, but armed. There was a dance going on at the National Guard Armory, as signs all over the little town attested to. They were determined to have a fun night. I couldn't go, as my face was plastered on all the news channels. They were reserving all but the most basic of photos of Crystal, due to her age. The other two men stayed with me out of pity, and a desire to let the girls have fun. We sat around the motel room, playing poker and slugging back beers. About two am, the girls came slinking back into the rooms, us guys had long since retired to our own abodes. Crystal moved quietly across the floor and into the bathroom, where I heard her brushing her teeth, then gargling. She came back into the bedroom, her gait was a little off, she had found a source of alcohol at that dance, herself. She slipped into the bed beside me, pressing her steaming hot body to mine. "Wakey, wakey." She whispered. "There's a really hot bru...er...redhead in your bed." She kissed my neck. I put my arm around her, despite the uncomfortable warmth she was putting off. "My goodness, you're warm." I said. "Have you got a fever?" She shook her head. "No, no fever. It's a side effect of other...er...activities, that I'd rather not go into right now." Her face took on the look of concentration, and a few seconds later, she was cooler to the touch. "Is that better?" she asked. "Much." I said. And bundled her to me. I pulled her atop me and started kissing her neck. "My party angel." I said between kisses. She giggled and started to kiss me back. Soon I had her dress off and her panties on the night stand. Her now cool skin felt remarkably smooth to me, and It was like rubbing silk over my hands. I let my hands wander over her, loving the feel of her muscles bunching wherever they went and she tried to press harder. She was like a cat that tries to get you to scratch the right spot, wriggling and twisting to force the contact to be harder, or in a better location. Her movements were languid and incredibly sexy. Her hand found my swollen organ and stroked it a bit. She moved atop me, straddling my hips. Her body was now covered in a thin sweat. She lifted herself up, and positioned my pole under her. Gazing down on me with those predatory eyes, she dropped her body down. My cock slid past her labia and plunged deep into her vagina. I felt her cool ass on my scrotum. She sat bolt upright and put her hands on my chest, balancing herself. Her long legs unfolded until she was doing the splits with me impaling her. Her feet reached almost to either side of the bed. She leaned forward slightly, driving me deeper into her, and then started to grind her pelvis. The pressure of the contact increased, and I saw that she was lifting her feet off the bed, now almost her entire weight was on that one point of contact. As she slid back and forth, she was moaning, almost like it was hurting her. Her face also displayed a mixture of pleasure and pain. We had sex several times already, and I had to be reminded that she was not really full-grown. Even though I was only of just slightly more than average size, to her body, it was quite the feat to take it in. My organ was thicker than her own wrists, and over half the length of her small forearms. But she persisted, and after a minute, her expression had relaxed to just the pleasure part, having become accustomed to the full and spread sensations she was having. Her moans became more heated, and with more frequency. She abandoned her rather unorthodox position, and brought her knees back under her. With deliberate intent, she slowed her pace. Looking down at me, her eyes became fiery. I felt her skin warm up again, making my hands on her hips sweat. She ground hard, and was grunting with each stroke. The pace was building again, and building fast. Our bodies slapped together as she entered the final phase of her movements. Her moans came out between forced breaths, when she was about to climax, she bent all the way forward and bit my shoulder, and screamed into my skin. My own climax was near at hand, and she kept rocking slowly, maintaining it. She said "Let me know when." And started increasing the pace again. She had barely gotten going when I said "Now." And she leapt off my straining shaft. Her head came down fast on it, and her superheated lips engulfed my cock. The orgasm was already in progress and my spend shot forth. She swallowed noisily and continuously. Each contraction of my muscles sent forth another stream of semen, and she consumed it. I was finally spent, and my rod started to droop. She kissed her way back to my lips, and kissed me deeply. I could taste my semen in her mouth, but I didn't mind at all. She slithered back on top of me, and we laid that way for a long while, just panting and holding each other. Crystal was a magnificent lover, and I supposed I wasn't being a slouch myself. She smiled at me and sighed. "God. I love doing that." I stroked her sides, and caressed her hips. "So do I, angel." She touched my now limp organ. "I thank you for the gift, father." She murmured into my chest. I kissed the top of her head, and rubbed her back gently, with my fingertips. "I gift to you freely, daughter." I responded. I felt her breath even and steady, then become rhythmic as she drifted off to sleep. I just kept touching her back, sliding my fingertips down her spine and over her ribs. The serum sure didn't seem to have effected her affection. I thought. She had fed tonight, I knew, and wasn't upset. I think the other guys knew that was the idea, and a big part of why they didn't go, either. The girls needed privacy for such a task. They really needed feeding tonight, as tomorrow would certainly not offer much chance to do so. I imagined Marcie lying on top of a recently drained Lance, her alabaster skin glowing with warmth. I also envisioned Sarah, still riding her new lover, and showing poor Marcus what was what. That brought a smile to my face. The joined visions were very soothing, and very erotic, too. I felt my dick stir beneath Crystal. Hmm, I thought. That's inconvenient, with her asleep and all. The more I tried to not think about it the more I thought about it, and it stiffened right up, pressed between her closed legs. I whispered to Crystal, a delicious sense of perversion overcoming me. "Honey, daddy's getting hard again." Crystal murmured something quietly, and her face managed a very faint smile. I moved my hands down to her thighs, and gently urged them apart. She moved apart easily, and my pole was free, I could look down her back and see the head protruding between them standing up from her tiny, perfect ass. I gently rolled, laying her on her side, and then onto her back. He legs were still parted and she moaned gently. I rubbed my head on her opening, still slick with our last loving. She moaned again, and spread her legs more. I was impressed with her responsiveness. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get the drop on her for this. I pushed into her, shoving half my length into her tight confines in one stroke. She gasped, and her eyes flew open. Her face took on a soft and happy look. "Wow stud." She said. "Going for two, are you?" She pushed up a little with her pelvis, driving more of my cock into herself. I finished the transaction, sliding myself into her fully, and grunting as I did so. She moaned at the penetration, and pushed upward more. "I hope you don't mind me waking you." I said, as I started to piston into her. Her soft heat was building up again already. She gave me a disbelieving look. "Never." She said. "You can take me whenever you please," she paused a half second, "daddy." Her smile turned wicked as I realized she had been awake when I had said that. She giggled at the new expression on my face. "I told you," She said, "if you wanted your daughter for sex, it could be arranged." She moaned as I thrust into her harder. I wasn't trying to hold back, and my orgasm was rapidly approaching. She could sense it, and put her hands on my ass. "Fuck me harder dad." She said in one gasp. Then her eyes turned to luminous green orbs again. "Give your angel your seed." She said, pushing up with her hips and matching my thrusts perfectly. I came, painfully, there wasn't much semen in this one, so soon after the last, and Crystal let it go. She moaned as I slowed down. If she was disappointed by having no orgasm, she didn't show it. She just wriggled there, enjoying me being in her, probably almost as much as I liked the feeling of being within my lover. I lifted up and pulled myself from her tight body. I rolled over and laid on my back. She turned on her side and nuzzled up to me. "Want to go for thirds?" She said into my ear. "I better get sleep tonight, tomorrow is going to be busy." I said, though the idea did occur to me, as well. She kissed my neck and put her head on my shoulder. "Sleep, honey." She said in a whisper. With that, I did.