Aphrodite Complex (SilverRose x Osamu Oboro)

"mmmm" Emma panted, feeling the heat inside of her grow. "Doctor?" she looked at him questioningly, as if she wasn't quiet sure where she was or what was going on. Her mind was fuzzy, but she knew enough recognize him. "mmm I feel.." she closed her eyes, rubbing the back of her neck, trying to focus on what she was doing, but she couldn't quite figure out what that was. "What was I..." Emma opened her eyes again, looking over at him about to ask what it was that she'd been doing up until this point, but as stared at him, she noticed a stray drop of his soup dribbling down his chin. Almost on instinct, she leaned forward and licked his face, trailing her tongue up to his lips and then passionately kissing him as she brought herself closer to him, rubbing her hot body lustfully against him. "mmmm" she moaned.


(hahahah, yeah, I thought it'd be amusing for the effect to start out in a public place... see how the doctor deals with it hahahah)

As Emma kissed and grinded herself against him, Sam realized it wasn't a secondary effect; the nympho effect was taking over again. "Crap, this isn't good. Why here of all places?!?!?!" he said to himself, trying to break contact with Emma. He knew how to fix the problem, but he didn't have any condoms or knockout medicine with him; this was an extremely unprecedented development. And birth control wasn't all that effective, even with the advances they made in today's product lines.

Even though this was the worst time to think about such things, he couldn't help but ponder as he and Emma kissed, "I wonder if I can create a fool-proof method of birth control, one that works one-hundred percent of the time without fail." He then snapped out of his stupor, and realized he had no method of dealing with this, but he had to figure something out quick before this got even more out of hand.

(I am so screwed, in more ways than one lol)

She pulled away, reluctantly, but in need of air. Moaning and still grinding herself against him, Emma nibbled on his neck, as one hand roamed down his body and stopped at his crotch, slowly beginning to rub him through his pants. "Sam mmmm" she moaned into his ear, panting lustfully. "I need you." she huskily whispered.


(hahah... so the birth control doesn't work against his serum or something? or the serum makes birth control ineffective?)

Sam felt Emma reach for his crotch and start to rub the fabric; this was bad. He called out, "Waiter, check please!" The waiter rushed over and said, "Sir, is everything ok?" Sam nodded, "Yes the food was exquisite, but I'm afraid my date isn't feeling well and I need to take her home immediately" He scribbled out a check for one hundred and fifty dollars, far more than the meal was worth, but most of it was convenience pay. "Thank you!" he said as he grabbed Emma by the arm and led her out of the restaurant, noticing the look of shock on the waiter's face as he saw what the amount was. He could feel everyone's eyes burning into the back of his neck as he ran out the front door; things were just not going his way right now. He and Emma reached his car, and after putting Emma and himself inside he drove off.

(Lol, no. He did a lot of research into a lot of things, and found that the birth control drug companies inflated their statistics to promote consumer confidence. He never went public with his results, because he was busy trying to get approved for Project Deity.)

Emma was in a complete daze as Sam called the waiter and paid for the unfinished meal. She was too focused on her own lustful desires to notice the looks that were aimed their way as they ran out of the restaurant. She barely realized they were out of there when he escorted her to his car and they began driving away. "mmm Sam" she was practically climbing on top of him as they drove through the busy street. Sam kept trying to resist, as she nibbled on his neck, and reached into his pants, telling her it wasn't safe. But she couldn't help. The fire burning inside of Emma's pussy was too much for her to control. Confined to her seat by the seatbelt he'd forced on her, she'd had no other recourse than to start playing with herself as he drove them to a more private location. "mmmm Sam I need you mmm please." Emma moaned, fingered herself as she wanting to pull the seat belt off, but he kept warning her not to.

(ah, okay... but are we thinking of including a possible pregnancy? or pregnancy risk? or scare or something?)

Sam had reached a deserted location and pulled over on the side of the road; he couldn't risk crashing if Emma was going to try and fuck him while he was driving. He then undid his and Emma's seatbelt and placed her on his lap. Pulling down the top of her dress to reveal her succulent breasts, he said to her, "Sorry, but this is for your own good." He then started groping her and sucking on her nipples, trying to get her to calm down.

(All I'm saying is that Sam is nervous about pregnancy, so yeah, he believes there is a huge risk involved if he were to fuck her again, which is where I see this going very quickly )

Straddling his lap, facing Sam as he sucked her nipples, Emma desperately began rubbing herself against him, feeling more and more turned on as he played with her breasts. "Oh yes, yes mmmm Sam," Emma moaned loudly as she pulled her panties to the side and hurriedly began unbuckling his pants, pulling his enormous cock out and stroking it in her hands, rubbing the head against her wet pussy and coating it with her juices to make it easier to slide into her. Once she had had enough teasing, too turned to wait any longer, she lifted her hips up and placed the head of his cock at her entrance, slowly pushing down on to it. "mmmm yes" she hissed, feeling his cock continue to grow as it pierced into her.


(ah ok, sounds good )

Sam felt his dick enter Emma's pussy; it was so warm and tight inside her. He then buried his face in Emma's chest and grabbed her ass, gently holding her in place as he thrusted into her repeatedly. This was different from before; she seemed more driven this time around, more anxious to have his cock pound her relentlessly. To help induce more pleasure, he pulled Emma in for a passionate kiss and used one of his hands to grope her breast and lightly pinch her erect nipple.

Emma threw her head back as she desperately began riding his cock. It didn't seem possible, but somehow this time felt better than the first, even though the first time they had fucked, Emma had been convinced that was the best she'd ever had. His cock, which had driven her crazy the first time, now seemed to be perfectly molded to her pussy; or perhaps, it was the other way around. Regardless, Emma's mind was completely lost to the pleasure; convinced that this was the only cock that could ever truly satisfy her. "oh yes, yes!" she yelled, bouncing up and down hard and fast, quieted only by the suddenly passionate kiss Sam had pulled her in, which she returned with as much fire and hunger as the lust still building inside of her; driving her mad.

The furious pace they were fucking at was driving Sam insane. He could feel Emma's tight walls clench around his member, squeezing it and sending tidal waves of pleasure up his spine. He did everything he could to help Emma climax quickly; it wasn't that he didn't enjoy it, but that he was getting worried. Two times didn't seem like a whole lot of time to be able to notice, but Sam saw a potential trend. Each time the nympho side came out of Emma, it required more and more pleasure to quell. He also was faced with trying to find what triggered it; he easily deduced it was something which aroused her, but for all his scientific genius, couldn't figure out what. And he didn't know if he could keep this up much longer; his dick already hurt from the first time they did it. And the way she was squeezing and riding his cock only served to accelerate his end. He also didn't want to release inside her again; he couldn't risk pregnancy. Although the current position would make it extremely difficult to pull out, and he doubted Emma would stop until she was completely satisfied.

Though her eyes were glassed over and her mind a complete banks, Emma continued to ride Sam's cock hard and fast, with the single stubborn objective of finding release. Unlike the first time where release came quick, however, this time seemed to require more. Every nerve ending on her body was on fire, electricity shooting up and down her spine as she focused all her attention to her pussy, feverishly bouncing up and down his enormous cock, as she gyrated her hips to vary the depth and angle, but still it wasn't enough. Grabbing his hands and returning them to her breasts, she began to feel more stimulated. As she continued to ride him, her hands focus on her clit, do everything and anything she could do to get herself to feel that exquisite release.

(woot! my 100th post XP... lol yes, I am amused that easily )

Sam got startled a bit as Emma grabbed his large hands and placed them on her breasts; he proceeded to roll them, knead them soflty, do everything he could to push Emma and himself over the edge. He was getting tired; he never had this much sex in one day, let alone his entire life.

As Emma worked her body on his cock; he could feel his own end creeping on him. His cock swelled painfully, almost to the point of bursting. He put all his willpower to trying to hold it in, but he was fighting a losing battle. He managed to grunt out, "Emma, I need to pull out." He felt his member begin to throb and pulse; he knew he was so very close and this release would be much larger than the first.

(Very nice. Almost at the big 100 myself )

Emma shook her head no and pushed herself down hard on his cock, hilting him just as the first tiny tingling waves of pleasure began coursing through her body. It started out slow and steady, like the trickle of a calm stream, then quickly the dam burst and a raging cascade of wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her body, shaking her violently on top of his throbbing cock, buried all the way inside of her. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Emma yelled out, almost howling, as she threw her head back and rocked her body violently on top of him.

( )

Sam could contain himself no longer; the pleasure turned to pain as he erupted inside her again. His cock felt like a fountain, pumping stream after stream of cum deep inside her throbbing pussy. Each pulse of his dick made him grimace; he never felt such an odd combination of simultaneous pain and pleasure before. After he was done, he laid his head against the car seat, panting heavily with his arms down at his side. "Holy shit" was he could muster; he really hoped the nympho effect died out this time, but his scientific intuition told him otherwise.

Feeling Sam shoot his hot cum deep inside of her was exactly what Emma needed to put out the fire burning inside of her. Panting breathlessly, she collapsed onto his chest, mumbling about how good she had felt as she slowly drifted off to sleep on top of him. After a few moments, she regained consciousness, looking up at Sam in confusion. "Huh?" She looked around curiously, wondering when they had gotten back into his car. "Weren't we at the restaurant?"


(I figure each time, she's losing more control, so unlike the first time where she'd thought she had been dreaming, this time, she didn't realize what was happening at all).

Sam couldn't believe it; it was getting worse. Now the nympho stage was inducing mild amnesia. He needed to bring Emma back into the clinic; but he was so dang tired that he couldn't do what he needed to do effectively. He sighed as he told Emma in a tired tone, "Yeah, we were at the restaurant, but you had a relapse. So I had to pay the waiter and give you a release. The condition is getting worse; tomorrow I would like for you to come back to my clinic; you're going to find out why I took your blood sample at the beginning of the procedure."

He then rebuckled his pants and drove Emma back home. After helping to make herself decent, he walked her up to her door, and say "So I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

(Very nice. Wonder what's going to happen the next time)

As he explained what had occurred, Emma tried hard to remember it. She vaguely recalled feeling warm and then her mind started getting groggy, almost as if she were falling asleep. The next thing she new, she was sitting on his lap, with his cock in her pussy and their combined juices seeping out of her. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant by release, or what condition it was Sam had been referring to, but it truly surprised Emma that she couldn't remember a thing.

"Yes, I'll be there tomorrow." she nodded, squeezing his hand as she saw him look down, dejected and tired. "Hey," Emma called to him, smiling reassuringly as she poked her head towards him, trying to get him to smile back. "It's okay. You'll figure this out, I'm sure."


(good question)

Sam appreciated the effort Emma gave to try and cheer him up; the fact was he came inside her twice now, and even if she was on birth control, that was no guarantee she wouldn't get pregnant. It wasn't just the fact that he couldn't cure Emma's condition; it was the guilt of potentially forcing something on her that she probably didn't want because of his blunders. The way Sam felt, he should be castrated and never allowed to reproduce. He wanted to smile, but the guilt was eating him alive. So he simply nodded and said in the same dejected tone, "Yeah, sure I will. Because everything has gone so swimmingly so far." He sighed and rubbed his eye, feeling exhausted, "Sorry, Emma. None of this is your fault, I just have a lot on my mind right now. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that he gently tugged his hand out of Emma's grip, got in his car and drove off.

Sam drove his way home, getting angrier with himself. What the hell was he thinking? How could he have been so stupid as to assume the nymphomania side effect had simply disappeared? And the poor girl to boot. Even if he stuck with her when and if she got pregnant and born the child, she was still a young adult. She had her whole life ahead of her, and it wouldn't be fair to have go through something as big as childbirth and motherhood. His hands clenched the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. The moment he got home, he disrobed until he was in his boxers and collapsed on his bed; exhausted yet unable to fall asleep. His mind immediately went to work as he gazed at the ceiling, picturing the various molecules and how they interacted with one another. His previous tests from earlier female patients indicated the serum that was used to resolidify the patient after the operation somehow caused an large influx of sex hormones when the patient's sensation of pleasure reached a certain limit, which in turn increased their sex drive. But that still didn't answer why Emma's side effect didn't disappear after her first release. All of the previous female patients went back to normal after Sam had either knocked them out or gave them the release they desired. Sam reasoned three possible theories; that the serum had caused a hormonal imbalance, that the serum heightened the sensitivity of the body's pleasure receptors, or that the serum had wuite literally rewired the brain's pleasure center to go into overdrive upon application of an external trigger. In any case, the 'Firing' serum seemed to be the key to unlocking the mystery.

Still there was one shining ray of light in the dark shroud that covered Sam; Emma's pre-op blood sample. It would provide the control for Sam to identify any anomalies in Emma's post-op blood. He made a point of taking blood samples pre-op to try and iron out the kinks once the nympho side effect became noticeable. Hopefully he could find some answers, and put an end to this crazy train. Sighing heavily he closed his eyes and fell into a fitful sleep.

(As you can see, Sam is getting quite eaten up by this. *sighs* Figures. Guy tries to do something good for people and it all starts to fall apart )

Emma watched as Sam left, feeling sorry for him. He obviously didn't believe her. It was a shame though, he was clearly a very smart man, who had high ambitions and the skill to achieve them, the only thing he seemed to be lacking was confidence.

Given how many accomplishments he had already achieved -- of which Emma had become aware of shortly after her first pre-procedure consultation when she decided to google him -- it seemed odd that he wouldn't have the confidence of one who had already achieved greatness. Then again, that was something she admired about him. Not only was he brilliant, he was humble. Where most would expect a man of his kind to be arrogant and boastful; someone with a god complex, Sam was nothing like that. In the short time she had gotten to know him, Emma had determined he was a sweet and normal guy. He had passion for his work, but no ego about it. She liked that about him. But now, seeing that it wasn't just a lack of ego, but a lack of confidence, it broke her heart a little. He was such a great guy, if only he could see it.

"I wish he would tell me what's wrong," Emma whispered to herself, as she got ready for bed, feeling exhausted, though for some reason, she had no memory of why. "Tomorrow" she yawned, covering herself in her blankets. Tomorrow she would try to find out.


(poor Sam. I think he's totally selling himself short though. Rich, handsome doctor... a genius prodigy with a dream to make the world a better place, who wouldn't want to bare his child? ;p)

Sam awoke the next morning, feeling oddly refreshed. He then thought of Emma; the way he left her last night was atrocious. She obviously cared about him; he could tell from her constant reassurance. Her tone was genuine, and she always knew what to say. And all he did was mope and whine; hardly something a gentleman should do. The poor girl was probably heart-broken. "Before we do anything, I'm going to tell her everything" he decided, feeling it was only fair to reveal the source of his misery and hopefully banish any thoughts she had that this was her fault.

Showering and getting dressed, he turned to leave from his house when he paused, and decided to stop at the drug store to buy some condoms. The tests he was planning today, he was most likely going to need them. After he got to the store and made his little purchase, he then arrived at the clinic. Getting out his car and going inside, he grabbed his coat and retrieved Emma's pre-op blood sample, which had been sitting in what he called his 'Animator' module; this device sent a super-small electric current thorough the tube, as well as bubbled oxygen and water, which would basically make it appear as if he was drawing fresh blood. He decided to run a chemical thin-layer spectrograph of it to determine the baseline he would need. After he ran it through the spectrographer, he saw that her baseline was well within the expected tolerances and made note of it on the scan itself, so it was clear that Emma's pre-op blood characteristics were normal. He also ran it through several chemical tests, and found everything to be within normal ranges. Smiling, he knew he could proceed forward with the blood testing. All he to do now was wait for Emma to show up.

Emma woke up early the next morning, quickly showering and changing into a light green sun dress and sandals. She fixed her long brown hair up in a pony tail and added a little strawberry flavored lipgloss, before grabbing her purse and heading towards Dr Hensen's lab. She was excited to see Sam again. The previous night things had ended rather abruptly, and she felt there was a lot for them to talk about.

Stepping out of her apartment, Emma got into her car and drove straight for Sam's office. She made only one quick stop to pick up some breakfast, certain he had probably forgotten to eat any; he seemed the type. She imagined he'd probably headed for work as soon as he woke up and forgotten about taking care of basic necessities.

As soon as she arrived, Emma walk in, carrying their meals, a simple fastfood egg and sausage biscuit, and coffee and headed in the direction of the room she could hear noise coming from. "Good morning Sam" she called out, smiling as he turned to face her.

Sam heard Emma call his name and turned to face her. She sported a big smile; something that Sam hoped wouldn't disappear when he told her what he needed to tell. He returned her smile and replied "Good morning to you as well, Emma. Before we begin, I feel there are some things I should tell you. Things that will probably answer a lot of the questions you have and hopefully provide an explanation for my seemingly extreme mood swings. But, before I start, please allow me to apologize for my rudeness last night. It was absolutely inexcusable for me to act that way."

He then saw the food in Emma's hand; he realized he forgot to tell her that she couldn't eat before her blood tests! Sam then said rather urgently, "Emma, you didn't eat yet did you? I completely forgot that you can't eat for ten to twelve hours before your blood test, and in my own stupidity I forgot to tell you. I'm so sorry, my mind was so clouded with self-pity that it slipped completely by me!" He sat down at his desk and held his head in his hands, muttering to himself, "Get a hold of yourself, Hensen."

"heheh" Emma giggled at Sam's sudden panic. He was right, he really did have crazy mood swings sometimes. "No, no." she shook her head. "I haven't eaten anything since last night." she informed him, walking over and placing the two meals on an empty spot on his desk. She then took his hands and lifted his face back up to look at her. "I actually did wonder if I could eat or not, since you'd mentioned something about my blood, which I figured meant a blood test and I know normally we're not supposed to eat anything before one of those." she replied, crouching down in front of him and smiling reassuringly as she looked into his eyes. "But just in case, I bought you something to eat, because I figured you probably skipped breakfast, didn't you?"

Sam breathed a gentle sigh; he really needed to learn not to overreact. He smiled back again, feeling slightly reassured, "You can read me like a book. Yeah, I didn't eat breakfast, but to be truthful, I'm not that hungry. And I would think it rude to eat in front of someone who can't." He then got up and got a chair for Emma to sit in. He said as he motioned for her to sit, "Please have a seat. It's about time you learned something about me, something very few people are privy to. Some of these things may seem.....conspiratorial.....but I assure you, they're one hundred percent true. You won't hear me talk this much normally, at least not all at once. But I feel these are things you should know. Some may shock you, others will simply surprise you, but this is all to inform you."

"oh, okay." Emma nodded, taking a seat in the chair he offered, deciding not to press the matter about how eating breakfast was important, but vowing that after this, she was going to make sure he started taking better care of himself. "What is it?" she asked, a little concerned by his serious tone. She knew, just from looking at him, that whatever it was he had to say, it was something he was not very proud of or happy with. It touched her that he'd be will to open up to her and share something that obviously made him feel vulnerable. Placing her hand gently on top of his, she tried to smile reassuringly. "You can tell me anything."