Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 65: Unconscious (2)

He could tell he was getting close, but she was still staring at him, eyes wide, urging him on. So, trying to distract himself, he turned his attention to his physical self, only to discover that his physical self was in the bathroom of his hotel room, hard as a rock, thoroughly distracted by what parallel Jack was currently doing. The mutual looking at each other caused a bit of a feed-back loop so parallel Jack had to turn his attention elsewhere. He looked at Madison, but the sight of her frantically frigging herself while staring opened mouthed at his cock pistoning in and out of Miranda’s mouth only drove him closer to the edge.

When he thought about the desecration of his home, the anger that surfaced just cause his thrusts to become more forceful. Eventually he just gave into it and stared at Miranda’s face, looking into those pools of darkness, wondering how someone’s eyes could dilate so wide in bright light.

As he felt his peak near, her eyes began to droop, before finally closing. With a few desperate thrusts, he jammed his cock as far down her throat as far as he could manage and released a torrent of seed. With each pulse of seed, his hips twitch, pushing against her face.

When the waves of his orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of her mouth with a "shluck". For a moment she just sat there, jaw slack, mouth open, only upright because he was still holding her head. Then she took in a ragged, gasping breath and let it out with a shudder.

She took a few more deep, ragged, shuddering breaths before settling into a steady, rapid breathing, like a runner after a marathon. Her breathing eventually slowed, and she opened her eyes and stared up at him. Her pupils were still dilated, but not as extreme as before.

She swallowed, coughed a few times, swallowed again, then, with a voice like a chain smoker, said, "Thanks, I needed that. Mom always said men that inherited their wealth, or lucked into it, were subpar options, but that a man who acquired great wealth through his own power is to die for. And when I realized that you didn’t win the lottery through luck, but through your own power, it just overwhelmed me, the sheer magnitude of what you accomplished, and the realization that I’m yours. It was too much."

"I’m not gonna complain, but I still don’t understand why throat fucking you unconscious would help."

He really wasn’t complaining, because it was awesome.

"I don’t really understand it either. I was feeling overwhelmed with so many emotions and a memory of how I felt when you did it the first time came to me. During that first time, even though it was intense, I realized there was something freeing about not being in control anymore. And that loss of control was unexpectedly reassuring. So I thought it might help this time. And, it did."

"That was so hot," said Madison. "Scary, but hot."

Miranda stood and hugged him. Then she stepped back and said, "Right. You’re going to look at houses today and Madison can’t go because of the stupid FIS thing. Do you want me to go with you? I can provide a female perspective."

Jack was a little disconcerted at how fast Miranda went from, "throat fuck me unconscious," to "Oh hey, want me to go with you house hunting?" Maybe it was some sort of cognitive reset?

He looked at Madison. She shrugged and said, "You’ll both be here as well, so it’s not like you’ll be leaving me alone. I’m okay with you taking her with you. I think Abigail’s cover story will still work. Though I don’t know how you’re going to explain how you met Miranda."

"Wait, is Abigail your real-estate lawyer?" asked Miranda.

"Yes."

"Is her last name Wexler?" the asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, man. Talk about a small world. She’s worked with my mom before. She’s really sharp. As for explaining how we met, there’s this little breakfast place on Heckler street that we go to for breakfast sometimes. If you go there for breakfast, we can meet," she made air quotes, "and you can invite me to go along with you."

It wasn’t a terrible idea. It conveniently explained how they met. But it would complicate things a little. He had made it clear he was trying to keep his wealth a secret, so he couldn’t very well show up with Miranda claiming, "Oh, hi, I just met her, but she already knows about my riches. So it’s okay to talk business in front of her."

"Does she know you won the lottery?" asked Miranda.

"No, I didn’t explain the origin of my wealth, just said I wanted to invest twenty mil in real-estate."

"Can’t you claim you got the money from the settlement?" asked Madison.

"Settlement?" asked Miranda.

"My adoptive father died in a car accident because of his employer’s negligence. Fran, my adoptive mother sued, and won. It wasn’t much, less than a million, and most of it got spent on her medical bills, but I guess I could claim that the pain-and-suffering portion of the award was larger than it actually was. The actual settlement amount is private, so no one could prove I was lying about the amount."

"Hmm, that could work." said Miranda. "My family is wealthy. The only reason I went to a public school was because mom felt I would get a distorted view of the world if I went to a private school. We live in a nice house, but dad could afford something much larger if he wanted to. So I think it would be believable if we claimed that you felt comfortable revealing your true reason for meeting with Abigail because, with my family’s wealth, you wouldn’t have to worry about me being a gold digger."

"But aren’t you?" asked Madison.

"Hmm, not really, no," replied Miranda. "A gold digger seeks to extract as much wealth from her target as she can before moving on. Whereas I seek to support my man for mutual benefit. A gold digger is a vampire, always consuming, never helping. I want to help Jack be as successful as he can be and would never ask for so much that it would become a drain on his finances."

"Okay, I guess I’ll buy that," said Madison.

"So, is it a plan?" asked Miranda. "Meet at ’Sunny’s’ on Heckler?"

Jack didn’t see an issue with the plan so he agreed, "Sure, let’s plan to meet there at, say, seven thirty? That gives us time to eat and talk before heading to Henry’s office to meet Abigail."

"Great!" said Miranda with a little hop. He wondered if she did that on purpose because it was very distracting. "I can’t wait to meet you in person, or you know, for real?" She hadn’t made use of parallel self yet, so he understood her sentiment.

A sudden thought came to him. He hadn’t used protection, and he’d filled her twice with his baby batter. He’d already explained to her how to use linked self and parallel self, and the last thing he wanted was for her to export the changes she’d experienced in the last few hours and wind up pregnant for real.

"Miranda, make sure to do not use linked self to export the last few hours."

"Okay, I wasn’t planning to, but why?"

"Because we didn’t use protection and I’m not ready to be a father," he replied.

"Oh! Right, you don’t know. I have the new implant from Freedom Medical. So, you don’t need to worry."

"What new implant?" he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Is that the one that slowly releases chemicals that disrupt sperm motility and prevent sperm from merging with the egg?" asked Madison.

"Yep, that’s the one. It was just approved, and only a few clinics are trained to install it."

"Did it hurt? Getting it implanted?" asked Madison. "How long did it take?"

"No, they used a local anesthetic, and it only took about an hour. When you get out of jail, I can help you get an appointment. They already have a wait list, but I can get you bumped up the list."

"That’s great. I appreciate it. I’m sure Jacks gonna raw dog it and, like him, I am not ready to be a parent."

"Same here," said Miranda. Then she looked down and noticed that Jack was still hard. She gave him a hungry smile and asked, "Do you want some help with that?"

"Fuck!" said Madison. "I’m...ah...I’ll be in my office if you need me."

Then she turned and walked out of his lab. He could tell that the only reason she didn’t jump him right there was because she was still feeling anxiety over the whole locked in jail thing and didn’t want it hanging over her head for her first time.

After she left, Miranda licked her lips and asked, "So, wanna christen your lab?"

While he and Miranda were breaking in a lab bench, someone knocked on the door of his hotel room and his physical self looked through the peephole to see it was Wendel holding a bag.