Love is for Suckers [Goody + Incendo]

Everything about her was captivating and beautiful, moving like liquid poetry beneath him. Her hips coming up to meet his well-timed thrusts was a new thing for him, more active than even Leah had been, almost like her hips could not contain the hunger her pussy had for him. "Mmm, don't stop," he hummed against her lips, kissing her chin and jawline, until he was nuzzling at her neck. Her hands grasping him, like she was clinging to him for dear life, pumped his ego. As if what he was doing to her rocked her world so much, she had to use him as an anchor to keep herself from being swept away.

There was genuine vulnerability in her sounds as well. Nothing practiced or put on; there was nothing about his ego or her impatience in the soft breaths and occasional moans that burst from her. She was real, she was here and she was enjoying herself. It was exactly like his cock was touching something inside her, changing from moment to moment and pleasure catching her by surprise when it hit the right spot. The length of him was slick and softly slurping at her opening, his balls tapping a deliberate yet soft tattoo against her buttocks, creating an erotic little soundtrack along with her singing tones and his occasional grunt and growls of pleasure. Her bed made noise as well; not as well put together as his own, Howe having bought it from a specific sapien bed shop, it jerked on its legs with every deep thrust inward that he made, the frame and mattress squeaking cheaply. The frame at the head of the bed was short and not quite pressed against the wall. But when he got her deep enough, it thumped in an uneven cadence that started to bug him. For now, he could ignore it and focus on her but Howe determined then that from then on, they'd be having sex in his bed. ...Oh Light...without even realizing it, he was already planning to fuck her again.

Her heat enveloping him so tightly for so long actually began to make him sweat, his skin growing slick as his belly danced against hers. Sucking deep and hard at her neck, Howe stroked her with his teeth, loving the soft taste of her and tempted to bite her and feed from her again. But he was closing in on the end, both dreading it and desiring it more than anything. It was courtesy to let a lover know when he was close, so, without even thinking, he panted against her skin, "I'm going to cum," in between soft moans of her name in pleasured agony.

When he finally did climax, he thrust three more times before pushing as deep as he would go, his cock throbbing in ecstasy inside her. The whole of him grew incredibly stiff overtop of her at first, then relaxed, shivering and gasping as the reverberations within took their time to settle down. When he was able to pick himself up, leaning on elbows over her, bodies still melded together, Howe gave her soft, adoring kisses. Now that he was done, however, her heat was starting to become unbearable and he rolled off of her to lay beside her, half of him hanging off the edge of the tiny bed. Sighing pleasantly, Howe laughed a little and said, "I'm so fricking screwed. Fucking a sap... I'm...an Enforcer. It is my job to hunt down and bring to justice abusers like me. But instead of feeling regret...I'm just terrified. Because I'm not even sorry. Not even a little. And that's gotta be the best souldamned sex I've ever had."

Scratching his chest with lazy fingers and chuckling, Howe cast a bright grin her way and asked, "Did you like it? It sounded like you did."
 
-during those last three thrusts he’d feel the muscles that enveloped him so sweetly, tap dance rapidly against him. Her own climax sweeping through her after his. Her entire body almost aching with the arch of her back, her head burying into the pillow as a satisfied moan escaped her and she did keep hold of him, he was her anchor as she could honestly say, she’d never enjoyed someone like she was him. He’d left her panting, trying to catch her breath, chest rising and falling sharply.

When he rolled from her small frame, a small shudder rolled through her and she lay there, quietly for a moment.

Finally she rolled to her side, her eyes watching his profile as he talked, a small worried expression flickered in glazed eyes, she didn’t want to get him in trouble but on the other hand, she wasn’t sorry either but the worry lingered just a little longer before shifting into something else. If she hadn’t shown it before, it was there at the moment. Love perhaps.

She pulled herself up to her elbow and quietly and carefully leaned against his shoulder, pressing her lips gently against the corner of his.-

“I did.”

-she whispered honestly against him.-
 
Still, she didn't say much, just like she always never did. Not that he needed her to be singing his praises; after all, she'd almost folded in half backwards, crying out for how much pleasure he'd given her. And there was so much to read while watching her anyway. Something akin to freedom opening up in her manner. Like breaking the barrier between them in this way, he'd somehow released her from something. She was...flirty. Moving with confidence and touching him with pride, kissing him even. The gentle placement of her lips made him purse his lips reflexively, giving her a lazy look of satisfaction as she spoke those simple words.

Drawing his neck back a little, his arms encircling her to keep her close, he raised both eyebrows and gave her a teasingly pointed look. "Yeah you did. That's 'cause you're naughty. Such a bad influence on me." The joke was softened by a laugh bubbling from his chest and he kissed her, loving this moment where he could tease her and play with her. Almost like denying his desires had been putting unbelievable pressure on him and now he could relax and be himself. "I hate your bed, by the way," he said, letting his fingers slide idly between hers and out again in a relaxed manner. "It's so fricking noisy. I'll see about getting you something better but until then, it's totally okay if you want to sleep with me in my--"

A harsh mechanical chirping sounded in the room and Howe's eyes widened and then he groaned softly. "Hang on a second," he said, grunting as he quickly sat up in bed, reaching for his trousers and bringing them close. Digging out his pod from his pocket, he glanced warily over his shoulder at Amina and answered it. "Tallen, good evening, man. What's up?"

"Man, where are you?" Tallen asked, the murmur of the station house heard behind him. "Are you coming in? It's an hour after sunset."

"Sorry. Overslept," Howe said in uncertainty, rubbing his fingers in his eyes and cringing over losing track of time.

"Yeah, alright. You had a date last night, right? Was she that good?"

Howe bit his lip and tried not to look at Amina, even as he reached for his trousers. "Yeah, she wanted to have uh...breakfast with me."

"Oh, I see," Tallen said slowly, a smile clear in his voice. "Well, hurry up and get your horny ass in here. No triple dipping your wick. They finally made a break in the Cholton case."

Howe was buttoning his trousers, the pod resting on Amina's bed and he stopped to ask the voice that came from it, "Really? Did they find him?"

"Get this," Tallen said in proud and excited tones. "We know he runs his own places but he also mentors for others, right? Well, come to find out, looking into one of the restaurants he's rumored to have mentored, guys what this business owner bought recently?"

Howe had been rushing to pull his shirt over his head but he watched the pod avidly, distractedly pulling the hem of it down his muscled torso. "What?"

"He bought Cholton's confiscated saps from the impound auction. All six of the pretty ladies we could confirm had signs of regular abuse."

Howe made a jerk of his fist in the air in silent triumph. "Oh my Light, Tallen, they found the scum sucker," Howe laughed in excitement.

"Yeah, we did. Chief wants all the original case holders in on the raid. That means you and me, dumbsuck. Now get your ass in here! You're making me look bad!"

Picking the pod up from the bed, Howe laughed a little and said, "Don't worry, baby. I'll be there. Leaving now. Love ya, mean it."

"Mhm, do me right," Tallen murmured sarcastically into the pod before hanging up.

Howe laughed in triumph, still excited about the news, even as he grew nervous about being late. Tucking the pod back into his pocket, he looked at Amina, taking in her naked body once again. Tallen wasn't joking. He seriously was tempted to stay and have one more romp with her. But instead, he leaned on his hands across the bed and giving her kisses said, "I gotta go. Wait up for me, yeah? I might be late if we catch this guy tonight. Wish me luck." When he stood back up, he frowned and patted himself, looking around her floor wildly. "Where are my keys? Can you help me find them? Seriously, I gotta go."
 
-she laughed and poked him lightly, indicating he was the bad influence. When he mentioned her bed, her head cranes to look up at the head of it. She’d heard it, how could she not? But she tilted her head back to look at him and chuckled.-

“You don’t have to, it’s fine for sleeping.”

-and it was really but then she added, a grin tugging at her lips.-

“There’s always your bed or the couch.”

-wait, what? Indeed she was more relaxed. Her head jerked slightly, hearing the chirp in the otherwise quiet space. She sat up when he moved to retrieve the noisy machine, she watched him in absolute silence. She knew to stay quiet although she bit her bottom lip a time or two to keep from chuckling at the exchange, otherwise, she didn’t even move lest the bed even make a noise.

When he leaned in to kiss her, she captured his face in her hands and planted a second one on him.-

“Be careful.”

-she murmured softly and nodded at his request.-

“Good luck.”

-she said genuinely and when he asked her to help him find his keys, she stood. Naked as the day she was born, she stepped around him. He’d pulled them from his pocket earlier. She remembered them hitting the floor as he’d swept her up in that first kiss.

Padding past him, she made her way to retrieve them from the floor, lifting them, she held them between her fingers out to him and smiled, brightly.-

“Now go catch the real bad guys.”

-she said softly.-
 
Howe smiled in relief as he followed her out of the bedroom and saw what she daintily held in her fingers for him. "Thank you," he said, taking the keys from Amina and winking at her as he quickly rushed out the door.

The station was a buzz of activity and even though it often was when he arrived, because of the way he'd started his morning, Howe felt out of sorts, like he was struggling to catch up. Finding Tallen on the third floor where their unit was stationed, he met the dark-skinned Frith in the hallway. "Hey, alright, I'm here," Howe said with a short sigh. "Where we at?"

"We've got a team of 7 Enforcers going in," Tallen said with a nod. "You and me are leading. The Chief is going to brief us in a few minutes." He gave Howe a look up and down and finally said, "You should run to the showers first."

"What? Why?" Howe asked, frowning in confusion.

"Because you stink of sap," Tallen said emphatically. "I mean, like, it's really strong, man." For a moment, Howe froze, guilt like a hot washcloth on the back of his neck, searching his partner's face for any clue as to what he thought. Did Tallen mean to imply--? Did he know? Giving a quick look around the station room, it felt like everybody could see it - or smell it, rather - what he did. That they knew, he was just like the man they were going to bring in tonight. "What were you doing?" Tallen asked, scrunching up his nose. "Bathing in breakfast?" He didn't know. It was a relief...but not much. Giving Howe a shove in the back to urge him towards the locker rooms, Tallen coughed and said, "Seriously go. I'll stall him for 5 minutes longer."

"Okay, thanks, buddy," Howe said, turning stiffly as he headed towards the locker rooms. That feeling of paranoia stayed with him as he walked the halls of the station, feeling like all eyes were on him, that they could smell Amina's sweat and pussy on him.

In record time, he was back for the briefing and then the team of Enforcers headed out before 8 at night. They were a military grade force of Frith, trained to fight and subdue other Frith. To kill them even, if need be. When they stomped through the doors of the establishment in question, Sap Heaven, done up in riot gear with guns pointing at anything that moved, shouting for all civilians to get on the ground, Howe forgot about his worries about Amina and their illicit relationship. While his comrades handled the front of house, Howe moved smoothly past the tables in the main dining area, to the sap quarters in the back. He was fixated on finding that scumbag, Remus Cholton. The sick freak who'd eluded their grasp before. But not anymore; deviants like him didn't get second chances.

Howe kicked open each of the doors as he passed them in the cramped hallway. Most of them were empty but a couple of them held Frith who were with saps. They startled when he'd bust the door in, but keeping his cool in the face of such depravity, Howe called them in on his com and moved steadily ahead. Down at the end of the hall, Howe found the manager's office, a redhead female sap startled as she sat alone on a cot in the corner. There was a back door that led outside but when Howe opened it, his eyes met nothing but the dark parking lot. A second passed and something showed up but it was just another Enforcer on their team, having rounded the perimeter of the building.

"Anything, sir?" the other Enforcer asked him.

"No," Howe sighed in disappointment, gritting his teeth. "The Light-blasted bastard got away!" Cursing, he lowered his gun and punched the wall, startling the female sap but she remained quiet.

All in all, it was a "fair" night, they conceded. They didn't apprehend their quarry but the raid on Sap Heaven led to the arrest of 4 other Frith who were engaged in illicit conduct while the raid had been underway. Not bad but still, it held the sting of defeat and Howe was subdued and brooding when he and Tallen returned to the station to start filling out their reports and conducting the interviews. Of course, all 4 of the abusers they found were unrelated and none of them personally knew either of the owners - neither the actual restaurant owner, nor Remus Cholton, the secret benefactor of the place. They were just what they'd expect to find; deviants of course but just customers with no background and no priors. And the actual owner of Sap Heaven had no idea what Cholton was up to or where he was. Just a guy helping his friend out, giving him a place to hide out and retrieving his money-making saps for him. That was all, he swore. He wanted nothing to do with what Cholton was into. But since the money was on the books as being filtered through Sap Heaven, and things like that occurred under his roof, they were of course going to charge him.

"Don't feel bad, man," Tallen said, sitting at his desk across from Howe. "We'll get him. Guy's like Cholton...they don't stay buried. They can't help themselves." He shrugged and laughed incredulously, "You'd think it'd be simple enough to just not stick your dick in something but apparently not."

There was a small wash of guilt that swept over Howe as he listened to his partner dump all over the deviants they hunted every night, feeling a bit of that condemnation and judgement run off onto himself. Of course, Tallen had no idea how what he said wounded Howe. "Don't worry, we'll catch him," Tallen reassured him. "He'll show up again."

"Yeah," Howe nodded with a heavy sigh. "Next time...we'll be on time."

"Man, why you gotta beat yourself up?" Tallen clicked his tongue at him. "It's not your fault."

"He was right there, Tal," Howe refused to be comforted, grinding out his frustration over not only this situation but his own hidden sins. "That sap wasn't in that room alone. She had no fricking reason to be back there like that. No, he was there minutes before we arrived. If I'd been here on time, we would have gotten briefed much earlier. And he would have still been there." Howe shook his head while his friend just stared silently, not willing to argue but definitely not conceding either. "We would have had him. And then I could have pushed Dr. Powell down the stairs. ...metaphorically."

Tallen broke an easy-going grin, "And literally."

"And literally," Howe agreed reluctantly. "Quit trying to cheer me up."

Howe turned in his chair, leaning back with a sigh, still fighting with himself inside even as he relaxed a little. Looking down the hall, he watched as the - now - 8 female saps that were confiscated from Sap Heaven were escorted from the medical examiner's office towards the holding cells, where they would stay until they got sold at the auction again. As each of the girls passed by, Howe thought about the differences between himself and Cholton. For one thing, he didn't need all those saps; he was just in love with one. And even though he could understand why Cholton and the others would fuck a sap, there was no empathy inside him as he watched the girls move through the hall like beaten dogs. The redhead from the manager's office was the last out of the medical examiner's office - where the medical examiner would confirm that they'd had recent sex with Frith, since cold cock left a signature when it entered a sapien's vagina. She glanced into the main station room but her eyes danced over Howe without recognition, like she was just looking at the space in a general way. That's when it dawned on him...he and Cholton weren't that different after all.

With a sudden new fire burning within him, Howe turned to his desk and opened the files on his comp, searching through the last processing report for when they raided Cholton's previous restaurant. The redhead's name was Dawn, apparently, and when Howe looked over the files, he noticed that last time they'd been found, all of the other girls had been in rooms with clients; Cholton had been with Dawn behind the main counter of the establishment. He'd been bartending and she'd been hostessing. How very strange. Why would Cholton trust a sap to do that? Having a hunch about it, Howe turned to Tallen who was typing away and finishing his own reports of the night's events.

"Hey, I think I got something," Howe told him. "I need to interview one of the girl's we found. The redhead, Dawn."

"A sap?" Tallen asked, his face contorting in confusion and then skepticism. "You know they're pretty dumb, right? They don't know anything. Even if they did, they wouldn't tell us the truth. They're manipulative little liars."

"Just trust me. I've got an idea," Howe said. "What do we got to lose?"

Agreeing to that, not because he believed Howe's logic, but moreso to watch and see what would happen for the entertainment value, Tallen ended up in one of the interview rooms that they used for Frith suspects. Dawn sat across the table from Howe while Tallen stood just behind his partner, legs spread and arms folded as he watched the proceedings with an air of doubt.

"Hello, Dawn," Howe said conversationally, looking over a tablet with her file on it.

"Sir," she said respectfully.

"Dawn, when we found you in the office at Sap Heaven," Howe began, licking his lips nervously as he got started. "Cholton was there with you, wasn't he?" She shrugged. "But he left before we got there?" Again, she shrugged. "Where did he go?"

"I don't know."

"I'm so glad we decided to do this," Tallen whispered to him glibly, Howe forced to shush him in front of the sap.

Howe paid close attention to the details, having learned from Amina that even when saps didn't say very much, they said a lot with their bodies and facial expressions. Dawn had strawberry blonde hair, hanging limp and disheveled on her shoulders. The outfit she wore was a sexy version of a shift, lacy bits bordering her breasts. Yet despite her smudged makeup, she looked surprisingly healthy and her hair was simply mussed from the chaos of the night's events. And that shift wasn't cheap synthetic material like sap clothes; it was a Frith clothing fabric called silk. Even though her voice and expression were deadened, her eyes looking through the table unseeing, there was something about it that he remembered Amina doing: this was a passive-aggressive rebellion. She was...disgruntled about something. But what?

"Why were you by yourself in that office?" Howe asked her.

"Because he left," she murmured.

Howe laughed a little at that. "But before he was gone, he was with you. Alone?" She nodded. "Why?" She shrugged. Howe pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I think you do know. Something interesting I found from our records. You were a hostess at Cholton's old restaurant, The Vial?" She didn't shrug but didn't respond; her head cocked to the side, like she was waiting. "You ran the front of the house. Why would Remus do that, Dawn? You're just a sap. Were you his favorite? Awfully big responsibility for him to trust you like that if you were just his favorite toy. I mean, heh, it's not like he loved you." Howe glanced over his shoulder at Tallen who smirked in agreement.

"He does love me."

When his attention was back on her in a flash, she was looking at him, steady green eyes holding his gaze disrespectfully. Bingo. "I don't think so," Howe shook his head. "If he loved you...wouldn't he have taken you with him?" He could see he'd hit gold, her eyes growing glossy and her gaze looking away towards the wall as she tried to hold her composure. Howe waited, like a patient fisherman but she took a long time. He was about to speak when her voice came back.

"He was going to take me," she said, looking at Howe again. "We were going to run away together. He's got a place near the ocean in SoCal. We were going to live there where nobody would bother us and we wouldn't have to hide anymore. But...he couldn't. He wanted to. But he didn't have enough money to take care of me. And he promised that I didn't have to sleep with the other men anymore."

Howe listened to her heartfelt story dispassionately. "He abandoned you," he shrugged.

"Because of you," she accused, no malice in her voice but just simple blame.

Standing up and gathering the tablet, Howe said, "He discarded you like trash, Dawn. You're dead weight and you would always be that to him."

Having what he needed, he was turning to leave, Tallen opening the door and leading the way out, he stopped when she said, "Remmy does love me! Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

"Because you're a sap," he said with cold indifference. Even still, as her eyes filled with moisture and her chin wobbled with pain, guilt stung him and he turned away to leave the room, unable to face her any longer.

In the hall, Howe handed Tallen the tablet and told him, "Find that house in SoCal she's talking about. It could be a fairytale, something he told her to make her easy to fuck but it could be real. Let's find it. If he's headed there, we can beat him to the punch." Giving him a triumphant clap on the shoulder, Tallen hurried to his desk to do as instructed.

Howe got home around 3, his usual time, still feeling the weight of defeat on his shoulders but a little more optimistic with the new lead they had. They would follow up with it over the course of the next few days and once they had it hammered down, they'd put a stake out force on it to wait for Cholton to show up. As he walked from his car to the front door, Howe let his tense shoulders relax as he thought about the young woman waiting for him inside. Stepping past the threshold, Howe called out, "Amina?" in a hopeful tone, his eyes scanning the lit room for her.
 
-she wouldn’t be immediately visible. His bedroom light was on though and from within, he’d hear what could have likely been the radio. Though upon a closer listen, it was far clearer, more natural and quite beautiful.

She wasn’t expecting him home on time honestly. So she’d taken her time through-out the night with everything she did. Eating. Cleaning. Showering. And finally she was finishing the laundry.

Her back to the door, hair hanging loose in dried golden curls, she wore a lavender colored shift that teased the backs of her thighs just below her ass cheeks as she moved, leaning slightly to grab one of his shirts that she’d cleaned and fold it neatly before setting it in its pile. The notes of some old song dancing through the room and out into the rest of the house as she sang, happily.

So wrapped up in what she was doing, she hadn’t heard him call out for her.-
 
Howe leaned to peer into the living room but hearing the voice coming from his bedroom, he approached cautiously. He'd forgotten his rule when he first got her, having already branded the room as theirs after his encounter with her annoying bed. So, the surprise on his face was reserved for the beautiful sounds she was making, stopping him in his doorway to watch her and listen as she folded his things neatly. Leaning upon the doorframe, Howe's smile turned peaceful as his eyes licked lazily over her body, taking in the fresh, vibrant look of her, the way she innocently tantalized him, her hair shining in the light in his bedroom ceiling. She smelled clean and she sounded happy, her song soothing him in ways he'd never let music do before.

It felt like an entirely different life. Like walking through the door, all the Choltons, all the guilt and anxiety about getting caught, all the sad, forlorn and betrayed sap girls who loved their Masters; all of it disappeared when he'd come through the door. The house, with Amina inside, waiting for him, doing her chores in such loving innocence, singing a song meant for no one but her own pleasure; it was an entirely different sphere of existence to what he faced out there. It felt like the two worlds didn't touch.

Taking the few steps into the room to close the distance between them, Howe said, "Hey," softly as his hands came up to touch her arms. Standing behind her, Howe leaned forward to kiss her neck, murmuring against her skin, "I didn't catch him. The bad guy. But you helped my case tonight." It was true. Knowing Amina the way that he did had helped inspire him and helped him understand that abandoned female sap, Dawn. Wrapping his arms around her and sighing, Howe said, "I love coming home...to you, like this." IMG_20201107_225421.jpg
 
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-she jerked slightly, not out of fear but of surprise, another shirt clutched in her hands the song barely wavered until she let it fade softly from her lips. It was replaced with a soft reply.-

“You’re home.”

-her tone happily surprised as her head turned to look at him behind her, a beautiful smile greeting him before the expression shifted to a concerned but curious frown and then it shifted again, to one of perplexed curiosity.-

“Oh? I did?”

-she asked with a tilt of her head. She dropped the shirt she held, one of the last, and turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his waist and peered up at him and smiled.-

“Like what?”
 
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