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His hand stays steady between my legs, rubbing up and down as he watches my expression carefully. His large hand between my legs makes me moan. A moment later, he lifts my skirt and drops to his knees. His head buries between my thighs as his mouth finds the opening in my drawers.

“Casper, stop,” I say, but it’s quickly swallowed by a moan as I feel him taste my pussy. His rich orange eyes look up at me as he laps at my slit. I lose all sense of myself, lying down on the table as I writhe, lost in my lust.

Large fingers explore my opening. As his tongue laps, he becomes eager and presses deeper. I feel him filling me as I look up the long tower of the lighthouse. The stitching where thefinger meets his hand brushes my labia. His lips hold me hostage while his tongue explores in the most nefarious of ways.

I feel a coming wave swelling inside me.

“Casper,” I pant, “stop. I—” He holds my squirming body down tightly with a single hand while lapping harder with his mouth and delving deeper with his finger. He’s running his own experiments now, his own examinations. Now I’m the patient lying on the table, and he’s the scientist exploring what my body can do. Now I’m the one who must endure as he has all this time.

It builds inside me, and my hips try to sway. Casper won’t let them, pressing me down with perfect strength to keep me in place for his newly opened mouth. A piercing whine comes from my throat as my muscles tense.

As his tongue tastes and his finger curls, pleasure overtakes me entirely. I know nothing but the crashing wave of euphoria. All I can feel is the hot tongue lapping at my core and the deep press of his finger massaging inside me. All I can hear is my own wanton cries and his name spilling from my mouth.

“Casper. Casper,” I whine. My fingers trace the stitching on his skull and, between my legs, I feel more sutures touch my entrance. My stitched-up creation makes me come as he tests what he can do. He’s learning that my body can react to his, that my body can accept his inside.

Casper stands, obscenely wiping my wetness from his chin. Then, he reaches for one of my anatomy books on the table with me. His body presses between my thighs, his pelvis resting against mine as he finds a page to show me.

My eyes widen as he points to male genitalia. I pull my body from his, breaking the contact. He simply wraps my skirt around his fist and pulls me back against him before pointing to the penis again and again, hitting the page.

I shake my head, and he looks lost, his eyes darting around in panicked thought. He finally leaves me, walking away. I swallow,sit up, and adjust my clothes as I drop back to the ground. My eyes linger on the table I was just laid out on.

A moment later, Casper is back, carrying a paper with one scribbled word.

Please.

“God,” I whisper. He nods and points to me. It hits me what he’s implying, that I’m God.

“No, no,” I insist. I’m just a scientist and a fool. He grinds his teeth behind liberated lips while pointing to the anatomy book and his “please” again and again.

I’ve done him a disservice in so many ways. Assuming him an idiot. Assuming he would have no wants or autonomy.

I’ve done a better job than I imagined. I’ve made more than a creature—I’ve made a man.

“I’ll fix it,” I promise him. “I’m sorry, Casper. I’ve not been very good to you.” He looks taken aback by my words, and I realize how he must see me. I reach up and grab the sides of his face as he looks at me with open eagerness.

“I’m truly sorry,” I tell him. His eyes search my face, and then he smiles. It’s breathtaking.He’sbreathtaking.

I will right the wrongs I’ve done to him, starting with this. I have all the supplies I need to fix this as soon as possible.

The door to the lighthouse bangs against the wall, and I realize the new storm is already here. I rush out to look at the bay. The waves make the boat slam to the pier. The rocks are so close to it, but there’s nothing I can do. Leaving now would certainly kill me. I’ll have to wait and hope the boat survives the storm.

I feel Casper behind me, standing in the rain outside. He’s staring at the sky, watching the lightning in the distance.

“Come on, Casper,” I say, moving back towards the lighthouse. His fingers thread with mine, holding my hand as I take him back in.

My mind churns with all these new discoveries about him, but then my thoughts twist with the things waiting for me across the shore—the detectives, the questions, the phantom. I’ll need to prepare him for the day I might never come back.

The feel of his rough hand gently holding mine lets me know letting go of Casper will never be easy. It might very well kill me, but fate might not let me have him forever.

Chapter Six

Casper

My teeth grind as I withstand the lightning in my veins. I can feel electricity in my gums and taste metal in the back of my throat. My ears ring and my vision goes black. I’m not used to being vocal, and so I suffer silently. But to suffer is to live—I know that well.

My body strains, tensing tighter and tighter until the lightning stops. I feel numb as my vision returns. I look down and see it then. Samantha has done exactly what she promised—given me a penis and all that goes with it. I can feel the weight of my new parts against my thigh.

Will it work, though? That, she couldn’t promise, but I have faith in my lovely, twisted scientist. If I can give myself a working tongue, no doubt she can offer me a working cock.

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