HALF-BREED: CH. 3 - "SCIENTIST (ERIK)"

WARNING:  CONTAINS ADULT-CONTENT

Summary: Autumn meets "The Scientist" (Erik) and becomes his guinea pig. He takes her Wraithy virginity but The Commander (Jimmy) does not approve.

The Commander laughed at Autumn's “guinea pig” presupposition.

“It's not like that, Autumn,” he said, trying to put her mind at ease.

“Oh crap, I forgot,” she replied, “You can hear thoughts too.”

“Yes,” he smiled. “So be careful with your mind, I see and hear EVERYTHING.”

He gave her a wink and she tried to suppress another thought – is this weird space albino hitting on me? Again he laughed.

“Is that what you think I am? And I have not hit you.”

Dammit Autumn, she thought to herself. Guard your private musings! His opinion of you could determine whether you live or die!

Again, the Wraith Commander tried to put her mind at ease, though he himself still wasn't sure what he was actually going to do with her. For now, he wanted to study her, find out what made her tick and hopefully, discover the identity of her Wraith father. Ugh, a Wraith mating with a human, he pontificated. That practice should not be allowed to continue. A Wraith should be a Wraith and not tainted with inferior human DNA.

“Now quit trying to stall and avoid the inevitable. You move too slow!” He grabbed her hand and dragged her behind him. 

 

Erik, the Scientist, was busy adding notes to his research database when he sensed two figures approaching. One of them was definitely the Commander but the other one was Wraith but...not Wraith. The other was both human AND Wraith! How could this be?!! He went to the door to greet them.

“Commander, Hello. I wasn't expecting you.”

“There is someone I would like you to meet,” the Commander replied, pointing at Autumn. “This is one of the humans we culled from that planet of...dirt buckets who call themselves the Nox. ObNOXious is more like it. She appears to be a hybrid. Her mother is a telepathic human, so she can read thoughts like we do. But her father is...”

“Wraith,” the Scientist answered, cutting him off. “Yes, I sensed the Wraith in her as you were approaching. Who is her father?”

“That is what I would like YOU to find out,” the Commander explained. “See what you can do and let me know when you have some results for me. I must go check on some of the pod people.”

“Is that what you are calling your....food?” Autumn surmised. “Pod people?”

It sounded so....generic. And cold. As if that is all humans were to these Wraith: just another food supply, livestock.

The Commander looked at her and answered her with his mind.

“Mind your manners, human,” he interjected. “I'm the one who DOES get to decide whether you live or die and you would do well to obey me and any other Wraith you interact with!”

“Yes, Commander,” Autumn meekly replied in like manner, hanging her head down, afraid to look at him. “I am sorry for my rudeness.”

The Commander reached out and gently grabbed her chin, pulling her head up so he could see her face. For a few moments he just stood there looking at her curiously.

“Apology accepted,” he replied. “Now, you will do whatever Erik asks you to do, is that understood?”

“Yes Commander. I will do whatever is asked of me. Please don't eat me!”

Both the Commander and the Scientist burst out laughing. Autumn felt like melting into the floor.

“We are not going to eat you, girl,” the Scientist refuted. “Besides, it doesn't work like that. We do not 'eat'. We 'feed' and we can control how much and how often we feed though we prefer to do it often.”

“Please do not concern yourself with such matters, young one,” the Commander added “We are very interested in your DNA, that is all.”

With that, the Commander nodded then left Autumn alone with the Scientist.

Looking at the Scientist, Autumn thought he seemed creepier than the Commander. Something about him was just oozing....sleaze. She was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

“Do I really make you feel uncomfortable?” he said. She looked embarrassed again. “Yes, I can hear your thoughts as well. I do not wish you to feel that way. Please do not be afraid of me. You are only here so that I may study you and learn more about you. Humans mating with Wraith is uncommon among our race, but there are some...rogue elements who continue to defy tradition and experiment with humans. I am not one of them, however, though I do find it endlessly fascinating.”

“I see,” Autumn replied. She was feeling a little reassured now. This Scientist seemed to be much nicer than that other Wraith.

“The Commander can be nice once you get to know him,” the Scientist continued. “But you do not want to make him angry. He is pretty frightening when he's mad.”

Damn it, he did it again!  

The Scientist laughed – not at her but WITH her.

“Will you please stop doing that?” she implored. “My private thoughts are all I have left of my former life.”

She looked like she was about to cry. He took her hand and held it in his.

“As you wish, human. It is rather rude of me to trespass on your thoughts. Now come, there is much work that needs to be done.”

“So...what should I call you?” she inquired. “That other guy said your name was Erik but I haven't heard him say it again. What's HIS name?”

“Oh forgive me, of course you wouldn't know. Erik is a name given to me by a human I had as a worshiper. She called the Commander, “Jimmy.” They are not our real names. Our real names are only for us to know and to use with each other, and since we are a telepathic race, most of the conversations we have are not spoken.”

“Interesting,” Autumn acknowledged. “Is it OK then, if I just call you 'Erik'?”

“You may address me however you wish, as long as it is not impolite.”

For the next week or so, Autumn's days were spent mostly with Erik in his lab being poked and prodded. He performed every kind of test imaginable: blood tests, written tests, physical endurance tests, psychological tests, neurological tests – the list went on. Despite her fear and reservations about the Wraith in general – this whole “feeding” thing scared the crap out of her – she found herself becoming very attracted to Erik. He was handsome, intelligent, courteous, and gentle. It was hard to believe that this seemingly docile scientist was part of a race that went around sucking the life out of people.

One day, she was casually sitting on his desk while he was in his chair. They were talking about physics. For some reason, she found physics intriguing and Erik seemed to enjoy elucidating about it. She noted that whenever they got to talking about a subject he really loved, he would get very excited and start stroking his goatee. Was this just a mindless habit or was it a sign that he was getting a perverse thrill from it? Her curiosity finally got the better of her and she leaned over and touched it, ever so gently so as not to startle him.

“What are you doing?”

Shit, he was startled. She didn't even want to think about the punishment she would receive for getting out of line.

“I-I...I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that,” she replied.

To her surprise, he answered, “No, that is OK. Keep doing that.”

“Why?”

“It feels good,” he affirmed. “I like to feel....good.”

Now she wasn't so sure she wanted to be doing this but since he asked her to continue, far be it for her to be rude and not obey him. The Commander even told her to do what Erik asked so she was only following orders, right?

“Is that an order?” she joked.

“No, it is a...request. Please....keep going.”

And so Autumn continued to stroke his goatee, watching his reaction. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He looked like he was in ecstasy. So, this Wraith had a fetish! She felt giddy. Finally, a weakness to exploit!!! But he made her feel weak in the knees, so was this HER weakness or his? It seemed to be a little of both, she concluded as she kept touching him. Soon his hand came down on hers and he took it and started to kiss it. Whoa. What the hell is going on here?

“Your hand....so soft,” he mumbled as he kept squeezing it ever so gently, turning it over and tracing a sharp, bony finger on her palm, following the intricate pattern of lines, much like a palm reader would do. But reading her palm was definitely not what he was thinking of doing.

She closed her eyes. His hands felt so good. It had been a very long time since someone had touched her like this. Hell, it had been a long time since ANYONE had touched her in general. She was raised to be a “good girl” and not to let any men act inappropriately or make her do anything she didn't want to do. But she WANTED this. He was giving her goosebumps and she felt tingly all over.

Erik could sense what she was feeling, of course, and took it as a sign of approval. He decided to take his seduction up another notch and began to suck on her fingers. It suddenly occurred to her that perhaps his intentions were nefarious and all of this was leading up to him feeding on her. But it felt so good, she didn't care. She didn't want him to stop. He sensed her delight and continued to nibble on her fingers, then pulling her hand to his cheek, inhaling her scent, rubbing her soft skin on his face.

She was getting more and more turned on with each passing minute. She looked at him and smiled. “Here's a thought you'll LIKE,” she sent him telepathically. “I want you, Erik. Permission granted.”

That is all he needed – and wanted – to hear. And with that “said” he reached out and pulled her into his lap, taking her head in his hands and pulling her face to his. He began to kiss her on the mouth, his passion now unrestrained. He kissed her hard, his tongue searching for hers. She relented, unable to control herself, and began to kiss him back. His hands gripping her head, tugging at her hair, his lips moved down to her neck, kissing and biting it. She tilted her head back, her hands resting on his shoulders, submitting to him. He ran his tongue down her neck then pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. She could feel herself getting wet now as he traced his tongue around her nipples, playfully nibbling them, cupping her breasts in his hands, squeezing them – softly at first then harder and harder. That was definitely gonna leave some bruises, she thought to herself, but didn't care. She didn't want him to stop.

Reading her mind, he pushed her back onto the desk so she was on her back and he continued to slide his tongue down further, tasting her tender skin, over her belly and down toward her crotch. Savagely, tugged at her pants with his teeth and pulled them off her. Hearing her moans of pleasure, he then slid a finger inside her and felt how wet she was. He wiggled his index finger around, each touch making her shudder with delight. She pulled at his hair.

“Yessss!!!! Please.....” she sighed.

He looked up at her.

“Please what?” he asked, already knowing the answer but he was enjoying her servitude.

“Please....I want you inside me!” she moaned.

“Then show me the way,” he replied.

She knew what he meant so she sat up and began to unzip his trousers with shaky hands. She barely had them off before his manhood – or what the Wraith call a “prong” – fell out. She was so turned on that she pulled him inside her immediately, laying flat on her back on the desk. He pushed himself deep into her, first using quick hard strokes then gradually slowing down, holding her arms down so she couldn't move. She was so warm and moist, he slid in and out of her with ease. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as he went deeper and deeper until he exploded inside her. She screamed and started to shake, having an orgasm so powerful she felt like she was giving birth to a universe.

He stayed like that inside her, enjoying the feel of her erotic contractions until they ceased. Then he slowly pulled out, lifted her up and sat back on his chair, just looking at her. She started to open her mouth to say something but he put his finger on it, hushing her.

“Shhh....don't say anything,” he smiled as he spoke to her. “Just enjoy the exotic silence.”

And so they just sat there together, smiling at each other, without speaking another word.

A few minutes later, the door flew open and the Commander stormed in. It was obvious that he had heard Autumn's erotic caterwauling as he approached the lab.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS INJUDICIOUS NONSENSE?!!”

Suddenly, she went from euphoria to terror. There were going to be consequences to her actions. And the Commander was not going to show her any mercy.

Disclaimer:  The Wraith & Stargate Atlantis are owned by MGM.  Autumn Noxx is an original character.