<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d"><i>The tall, unrelenting specimen of masculinity before Artemis stood still despite the turbulence of the air drifting like water on pebbles of a babbling brook. His stalwart, stocky frame was most intimidating and it was because he was unique. Unlike Artemis who was infused as a child with animal DNA that reconstituted the double helix of the human genome--Acheron was born as a hybrid--not made. His mother, Professor Wilkinson, Alice had injected her own son's embryo with the DNA of a lion. Several months later he when he was born he already had a full head of hair, his eyes were cat-like in appearance and his abilities began manifesting at a much faster rate than Artemis' generation of hybrids.</i><br/>
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<i>However, there was a discernable difference between Artemis and Acheron. It wasn't as apparent as one might suspect; a dangerous side effect. He had more innate ability than almost all Gen 2 Hybrids, but, even he had limitations and they certainly were worth noting. The more extensive use of his abilities, the more impressive feats he had done and could do, made him more and more like an actual animal. His humanity was slowly chipped away. Which, came with its own slew of issues. He'd assert dominance over any male no matter what type of animal they were; he'd even beaten several to death with an empty expression. When it came to females, he was assertive not necessarily brutish with them. But he was equal parts alluring and intimidating. </i><br/>
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<i>Acheron wasn't the boogeyman; he was the guy you sent to kill the fucking bogyman. Acheron was a man of focus. Commitment. Sheer will. Something that many know very little about. You needed something dead and buried; he was the one they call in. He could honestly do missions alone unlike Gen 2's which were made to be in teams of two much similar to elite sniper teams. Acheron, on the other hand, relied heavily upon himself because he had more enhanced abilities; not just strength and durability. His combat skills were enhanced; he was unbelievably skilled in most known forms of fighting. He could be exceptionally proficient in the fighting traditions of a variety of cultures and became advanced with his own individual methods of close quarter combat, including martial arts like Muay Thai Aikido, Judo, Jiu-Jitsu, Boxing, and the Greek wrestling Pankration. Acheron also had enhanced stamina, even more so than Artemis.</i><br/>
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<i>He was highly resistant to the build-up of lactic acid in his muscles, allowing him to be physically active for considerably longer periods of time; he could operate at peak, optimal efficiency for several days without tiring. This, of course, went for fighting as well and would be an excellent asset for his newest partner. She was more stealth-driven. Her limber frame screamed athleticism and acrobatics. It radiated guile and agility. He was the powerhouse. A veritable war machine. His strength was indeed monstrous and in most cases, it was something to be feared. He could kick an SUV across a street.</i><br/>
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<i>His golden orbs moved every time Artemis had; watching her seat herself to remove the cat suit. Her eyes never left his, but there was a severity to his gaze, an intensity. It would be like looking into the sun too long, you just couldn't do it without averting your eyes to the ground or to look around you as if disorientated; black splotches in your vision like fire burning holes through paper. The female before him had lifted her arms, palms towards him in nothing but her bra, her underwear, and her boots. she was in prime striking range of his massive arms and equally impressively sized hands that were the several inches across when spread.</i><br/>
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<i>Acheron didn't move. He did, however immediately identify the scent wafting from his new mate; patchouli, mint, timber from coniferous trees, peat moss from river banks and the dust from stones that she had rolled over and lain upon in her habitat. Again, Acheron was a bit different. It wasn't preferential treatment if they literally had no way to contain him. He often just broke through the wall of his own habitat. He wasn't partial to fake sunlight--he wanted to feel the true warmth of its glow burning is skin, bronzing it. He felt her hands on the waistband of his boxers, and he stepped back just as she had, pulling his boxers right down his legs. His member was very full and large; several inches long and at least three in circumference. Still, he wasn't quite as hard as he could be.</i><br/>
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<i>He was hard enough to still fuck her into a stupor, however. His eyes broke contact with hers, and then returned as she stepped up on the seat adjacent. She was touching him now, actually hands-on touching him without so much hesitation any more. She had found where his scent originated, his thick black mess of hair. Her hands, however, were traveling up and down his chest and stomach, over the swell of muscle like hills and mountains were built to him. He intuitively turned his head just as he was about to lick him and caught her tongue in his mouth as she held onto him for support and something more. He kissed her slowly, deeply and surprisingly, he was a very good kisser with the way his lips moved against hers and his tongue 'rolled' against hers in an exotic way, much the way you'd roll an 'r' from a foreign language.</i><br/>
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<i>Realizing what had just happened she tried to slip free of his grasp. Still, much like she had done to him, he had the back of her neck, pinching either side of her neck firmly but gently. Still, he'd be in total control now. He stepped out his boxers, turning to lift one hand and one finger. Before her very eyes, his human-looking nail morphed into a rather extensive and very sharp appearing talon. His body morphing was remarkable, he'd learn to adapt to his more bestial DNA and make himself far more formidable. It was no wonder that the other males, even lions or tigers, Hyena, bears--could not match him. He had such fine-tuned control over his abilities.</i><br/>
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<i>The claw pressed to her collar, and in dragging it down slowly the garment didn't even try to resist. His talons could gouge steel. Although, he was so precise, that the skin of her breasts nor the valley between wouldn't even trick with the slightest of blood. Acheron didn't hesitate, unlike Artemis; he put his face right against her skin, and inhaled her scent. She'd feel his tongue caressing her skin in slow laps and sometimes those long strides of his tongue would cross over her nipples with ample pressure; tongue curling against them in a very enticing manner.</i><br/>
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<i>His free hand then roamed over her ass, slapping it hard and rough. Enough to leave a hand print, yet, while it stung it had an almost wanton need as his hand squeezed her buttocks tightly. Acheron then lifted the lithe figured Artemis off the seat she was standing on by both her neck and buttocks, only after removing her underwear--after all fair was fair. He then lured her to a large crate, bending her forwards making it nearly impossible for her feet to touch the ground or get traction. Pinning her down by the back of his neck, he grabbed at himself lining himself up before one hand spread her ass bearing her anus and her pussy which the large tip of him stretched her as it pushed in. </i><br/>
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<i>He was much larger than other males; thicker. It made her cunt have to stretch almost painfully as he progressed. His cock filled her pussy to such an extent that she'd feel 'full' as his tip was against her cervix. It would make even someone prepared for this event wince and whine at least a little bit. Bit by bit, inch by inch he filled her. She'd feel the heartbeat she heard from her ears. It was resounding against every wall; side to side, up and down. Replacing his hand with his teeth placed on either side of her nape; one hand cupped her breast kneading it roughly as the other squeezed her hip as he began moving.</i><br/>
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<i>The motions weren't slow, not fast-paced, but not sluggish either. He fucked her pussy with hard thrusts, each time pushing against her cervix. She was extremely tight for him, being tense perhaps was part of it. The other part was she was just not used to him. But, as he forcefully worked himself into and out of her--his hips rocking and his buttocks tensing with the sheer intensity of each thrust her body soon relented, and even if she tried to remain tight, if only to spite him, it would prove futile. His cock had her cunt throbbing, pulsing as he brought her nearer to orgasm. One of his thick fingers ran over her tight rectum, circling it slowly before he pulled out a bit revealing just how wet she'd become.<br/>
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Lubricating his finger well, he thrust back inside her, faster this time all the while his finger lubricated her ass before pushing all the way in. All five-inches of the thick middle finger. He pressed down against her anal wall and made his cock, which was fucking her hard and fast now, grind back and forth over her g-spot. He knew exactly what he was doing. Driving her fucking mad.</i><br/>
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<i>"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to," He growled past her ear his breath husky and rough. "You don't cum until I say so if you do--the next time we do it a not so fun way--you don't get to cum at all."</i></span></span></span>