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 Crystal - By Deacon Blues

   Six - A Warm Night

   I got home from the grocery about seven.  Crystal was still asleep
upstairs, so I started dinner.  I figured some steak and potatoes would go
good with the red whine I had bought, so I put steaks in the broiler and
prepared some nukable baked potatoes.  Naturally, I also tossed a salad,
because salad always goes with steak `n `taters.  Crystal came down at
almost eight, looking well rested but disheveled.

   She slinked into the kitchen and sat at the table.  Her hair formed a
misshapen halo with the evening light backlighting it.  "Sorry I slept all
day." She said, yawning, I don't know why I'm so tired."

   I gave her a sympathetic look.  "Your old man has been hard on you the
last couple of days." I said, "He probably should back off a little, let
you get used to your new routine."

   Instantly, her grin turned predatory again.  "Not on your life." She
said, "I worked hard to get where we are now, and I'm not backsliding one
inch." She declared, standing and moving up to me with a suggestive swish
to her hips.  "I hope you meant what you said on the deck." She informed
me. "Because I sure as hell did." She leaned in close to me and placed her
lips next to my ear.  Her warm breath sent shivers up down my spine to my
groin.  "I intend to be bred tonight, and that is final." She whispered. 
She leaned back, smiling innocently.  "A girl has to set limits, you know."
As sat back down primly.

   My dick was already at half mast, and working its way to full salute.  I
wasn't sure I liked Crystal, or any woman, for that matter, to be quite
this aggressive.  But when she leaned close to me, I couldn't help but
catch a whiff of a slight musk off of her.  It smiled like Crystal, only
more so, and I loved it.  I leaned as she moved away, taking a great, huge
sniff of air.  "My God, you smell good." I said.

   She looked up at me with a rather startled expression.  "Of course I do.
I'm perfect." She said, without missing a beat.  "You may kneel and kiss
the royal pinky." She said regally, and held aloft a pinkie.

   I knelt down and took the hand gingerly, and indeed kissed the pinky,
then started kissing up the hand, to the wrist, then up the arm, passing
the shoulder, then up the neck.  I planted a series of tiny kisses up her
chin then planted a big one right on the mouth.  She moaned as I reached
the neck, then again when I kissed her deeply.

   As I pulled away from the kiss, Crystal sighed, then said.  "You, sir,
are one hell of a pinkie kisser." She looked at her pinkie as if it had
caused all the commotion.  Then nodding, she put it away.  "Next time I'll
offer a toe." She said, giving me a leer.  She had dressed again, wearing a
pair of cutoff jeans and a string tank top.  Apparently, the `pursuit' was
now over, and the `comfort' phase had begun.  I was a bit saddened by that,
she had an incredible little body, and watching her flaunt it was
definitely pleasurable.

   She sniffed the air appreciatively.  "Meat!" She declared.  "Good, I
need protein." Crystal grinned at me with that look of predation again.  It
had been creeping up on me a while, but now it was coming home good.  My
daughter not only intended me to mate with her tonight, but she intended to
conceive tonight.  I tried to remember her last period, though we spoke
little of it.  No, I couldn't recall when it was, she handled her own
supplies now, tossing them into my basket of groceries or other goods
whenever she was with me on a shopping run, I didn't even notice anymore.

   I sat down my salad forks, and looked at her.  "Are you really ready to
be pregnant?" I asked.

   Crystal returned my stare, and her eyes were intense.  "Yes." She
replied.  There was no doubt in that voice, nor fear.  "I am ready." She
looked at me harder, adding fire to the intensity.  "Are you ready for me
to be pregnant?"

   I swallowed.  I hadn't even considered that part.  Did I want another
child now, and how would we handle the inevitable questions and such. 
"What do we tell people?" I asked.  "They're bound to notice.  I mean,
you're twelve."

   She eased her stare to a low smoulder.  "We've been dealing with early
pregnancy for a long time, dad." She smiled thinly.  "I have a dozen
plausible excuses for being pregnant, other than you impregnated me." She
held up a hand.  "One - I was raped by a guy in a mask." she held up her
index finger.  "Two - A boy, who recently moved did it, and I love him too
much to get him in trouble." She added her middle finger.  "Three - A man
from the internet seduced me and threatened to hurt me if I told anyone who
he was." She added her ring finger.  "Four - I was at a party, and someone
slipped a `date rape' drug into my drink." She added her pinkie.  "Or, Five
- George Clooney came to my house and did it." She grinned at that last
one. "I wish." She looked at me and tilted her head a little.  "Take your
pick."

   I gaped at her a moment.  "You're certainly prepared." I said, rather
stunned at the ease and plausibility she delivered the options to me with.
"You spend a lot of time thinking of that stuff?" I asked.

   "Not really, they're old hat." She said offhandedly.  "But the classics
are best, don't you think?" She got a considering look.  "I could get
creative - Aliens abducted me and implanted one of their offspring in me
with their vaginal version of the `anal probe.'" She said, then giggled. 
"Personally, I'm thinking three, its pretty `hip' right now, and people buy
it real easily." She said, casually.  Then she looked at me.  "Naturally,
our religion won't allow me to abort, and I will be too attached to the
infant to give it up for adoption, leaving me and my poor put-upon father
to raise the child." Her face took on an expression of totally hypothetical
sadness.

   I picked up the salad bowl, and carried it to the table.  "I hate to
have to do that to the people." I said.  "But we obviously can't tell them
the truth."

   The microwave dinged and I pulled the steaming potatoes from their
plastic wrappers.  We larded them down with sour cream, cheese, bacon bits,
and butter.  The steaks came out and were promptly peppered and sauced. 
The salad, steaks, and potatoes were all good, and the wine went well with
all.  I gave Crystal a glass as she was now acting as an adult in most
things.  She didn't like the taste much, but drank it slowly throughout the
meal.  It was early yet, and Crystal had a show on Sunday she liked to
watch, dealing with teenage tribulations in high school.  I couldn't stand
it, so she headed to the living room alone.

   I went back upstairs, and watched the news on my office TV.  My computer
was chirping again.  And Marcus, it seemed, had already come up with more
for me.  This email had a photocopy of a document attached.  The document
was in German, but again a translation was included in the file.

   Dated Feb 12, 1939

   Dear sir,

   We have had some success with the Chimera program.  Our latest test
subjects, termed Nereids, are showing promise.  The conscript surrogates
have managed to carry them to term and they were live births on all fifty
implants.  The immune system suppressants worked well, though all fifty
surrogates had to be destroyed after completion of their terms, due to
incipient infection and disease.  The children are all healthy and
prospering.

   Oddly, all but two of the children are female, this is an unforseen
consequence.  But as we intended them to be merely breeders for the first
generation of actual Chimera, it is not all that unfortunate.  They have
taken well to the water, as predicted by the grafting of cetacean RNA
chains.  Some have even demonstrated the ability to hold their breath for
up to five minutes.

   The eldest is six months old at this time, and is developing normally
for a child that age.  They appear bright, good-humored, and perfectly
normal.  Our tests indicated that their need for supplemental DNA
reinforcement from human DNA will not manifest until the onset of puberty,
so we will have to wait for that.  However, as breeding stock, they have
also been engineered for early onset, and most should reach maturity for
breeding purposes by age eleven or twelve.  The drive to procreate will be
strong in them, owing to other RNA chains they were blended with.

   Of the thousands of combinations tried, this strain was one of the more
ambitious, combining several different species' RNA with human, and most of
the others working with me did not believe that it would even produce a
viable zygote.  Most of them are now rethinking their own suppositions on
the program.

   We will continue with the education, training, and study of these young
girls, and the two boys, as they grow.  It is hoped that we will learn much
from their mere existence, if not gain the advantages on the battlefield
that the Leader seeks.

   Heil Hitler!

   Dr.  Sigmund Kurz

   Marcus added - Found this in some declassified stuff at the Pentagon. 
The records said it was seized from one of Hitler's top aide's office. 
Wicked weird stuff, Nazi genetic experiments!  What are you doing?  Writing
a Clancy novel?

   I grinned at that last bit.  But the rest of it was mostly a major
confirmation on what I had seen already.  With the added DNA/RNA stuff. 
Did my angel have animal sequences in her DNA?  It might explain some
stuff. The file that the computer had been bashing on was apparently done,
and I popped it open.

   It was old eight millimeter footage, like the earlier films.  This one
showed some of the Nereid girls being trooped through a room, where they
were picked by men in suits, then taken to side rooms.  Apparently for
breeding.  The girls all had the same blank expressions as before.  I
wondered at that.  None of the three Chimeras I knew were blank-faced like
that.  Was my grandpa using drugs to keep the girls docile?  My Jennifer,
Crystal, nor Jennifer's sister April had that problem, they were all happy
and exuberant women.  The German text in the video said Breeding after
pre-implantation.  Mates selected for commonality of genetic makeup.

   Interesting, the Germans wanted the Nereids to have mates that had
`common' DNA makeups.  Why is that?  And despite the usefulness of
docility-inducing drugs, why would the Nereid's be kept in such a state all
the time, it had to be detrimental.

   Crystal's phone rang.  Crystal shot up the stairs and to her room.  I
heard her murmuring through the wall, then hang up.  I shut down the movie
and other stuff.

   "What are you doing?" She asked in an accusing voice.

   "I was just checking my email from Marcus, Crystal." I said, a bit put
off by her tone.  "Why?" I said.

   She looked at my computer then back at me.  "Well, someone just said you
were sticking your nose where it was most definitely not welcome." She
softened her tone and the look on her face.  "They said they will keep it
quiet if you stop now," She looked away.  "But they can't hide much more."
Her eyes locked back on mine, there was no hardness in them now, only
incipient tears.  "Daddy, stop.  You'll get us into trouble, you'll get us
killed.  Or worse."

   I nodded.  "Okay." I said.  I picked up the phone and called Marcus.  He
answered on the fourth ring.

   "Haloo." He said.  "You've reached the Marcus and Marcus Funereal Home,
you stab `em, we slab `em."

   "Marcus." I said.  "I need you to knock off digging, now.  Kay?"

   Marcus paused a minute, then said "Sure, pal, mind telling me why?"

   "Can't, just do it.  Please." I said, making it plain that it wasn't
open to discussion.

   Marcus agreed again, and we hung up.  "There." I said to Crystal.  "I've
called off my hunting dogs." I tried to smile, but it felt forced.

   Crystal's face showed some relief.  "Good." She said.  "Daddy, they're
really bad people." She tried to look very earnest, and succeeded
admirably. "They leave me alone, and mom before, but that's not because
they want to." She walked to me and put her hand on my bandaged neck. 
"Don't do anything else to make them think about me any more than they
already do." Her eyes grew hard again.  "I don't want to end up sucking
Asian guys' cocks in a whorehouse in Singapore, okay?" She said.

   I put my arms around her tiny waist and pulled her to me, standing as I
did so.  She came willingly, fitting herself to me and putting her arms
around my neck as she came closer.  Her slim fingers twined into my hair
and she pulled my head down for a long, slow, very nice kiss.  Her tongue,
so small, slithered into my mouth and slid sensuously over my own.  I felt
her legs on either side of my own, and her pelvis grinding into my thigh.
The heat of her legs and groin were intense, and I felt they would leave my
leg red with warmth.  My own hands moved down to cup her small perfect ass.
I couldn't risk losing this girl, even if she weren't my daughter.  She was
too perfect, too exquisite, to think of bringing trouble down upon her.  I
marveled that, from what I was learning, that she was a product of the hand
of man, not the divine.  As I returned her kiss, I thought that perhaps
man's hand is guided in all things by the divine will.

   Our kiss lasted about five minutes, near as I could tell, before we
broke the lip to lip contact and disengaged our intertwined bodies.  I
phewed and she sighed.

   She turned and left the room, and I heard her using her phone again,
then she came back in.  "Okay, the one who fingered you agreed to not blab
unless you keep nosing." She said.  "And they did know who Marcus was, so
you were putting him in danger, too, you know?"

   Oh, boy.  I thought.  Who were these mysterious people?  How the billy
hell did they know so much of what was going on?  I shook my head.  "Okay."
I said.  I tried to lighten the mood by saying "What did you have to
promise him to keep him quiet?"

   She gave me a deadly serious look.  "Nothing, this time." She said. 
"And next time, I may not be able to talk them out of anything they think
they need to do." Crystal paced a few steps, then back.  "You understand
that they already think you know too much, even with what you've shown and
seen." She gave a sardonic smile.  "They know we're mated now, and figure
I'll be able to keep you in line better that way.  So, believe it or not,
they trust you more now that we're having sex." She shrugged, as if to say
that the world was inscrutable.

   "Lets have some more of that wine." She said.  "It's starting to grow on
me." She took my hand and led me from the office and back to the kitchen.
She poured us two large glasses, finishing off the small bottle of wine.

   Crystal sat on the edge of the table with a huff as she lifted herself
up the few inches needed to bring her ass to tabletop height.  They did
tell me I could tell you one thing, they figure it will be good for you to
know.  "Once I'm mated to a man, I can never be impregnated by another."
She looked at me over the wine glass, watching my reaction.

   I took a second to absorb that.  "Never?" I asked.

   She shook her head, causing her silky hair to fan out.  "No.  I'm as
good as sterile to any other man, now, but you." She chuckled.  "It's why,
despite what you think of me, I was a virgin until you made love to me."
She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

   I gulped.  "I had no idea." I said, honestly.  "You mean, now I have to
father any children you might have?" The enormity of what she was saying
was overwhelming.  "Why didn't you tell me first?"

   She lowered her eyebrows, and drank again, then sat the cup down. 
"Because I had decided you were going to father my children, also." She
gave me a loving look, and brushed my arm with her fingertips.  "You've
done a good job with me, in my opinion."

   I scoffed "Up until the `banging my daughter' part." And immediately
regretted it.  Waves of guilt had been being pent up by logic and
willpower, and lust.

   Her look softened more, and she looked almost like before this all
started.  She was soft, vulnerable, delicate, and most of all, innocent, in
her own way.  "No, daddy, you didn't `bang your daughter.'" She stood up
and pressed against me again.  "You did the only thing that could be done
to give your daughter her dream, to have children of her own." Her eyes
tilted up, looking at me just under her arched brows.  "Though you can
`bang your daughter' if it ever strikes your fancy."

   I looked at my nearly drained glass.  "It'll take more than wine to get
me that far gone." I said, then turned my eyes to hers.  "I'll stick to
making love to my mate, if you don't mind."

   She shrugged.  "I love you no matter your choice." She said, plainly.C
She started to walk toward the stairs, then peered at me over her right
shoulder.  "Come, lover, I desire the comfort of your embrace." She said,
with eyes smouldering with pent up lust and hunger.  Then she turned
immediately to look innocently over her left shoulder.  "Or daddy can come
up and make his little angel feel all nice inside." She said in a girlish
sing-song, then giggled, the effect was at once disturbing and arousing. 
Then she turned again, and began removing her shirt, lifting it over her
head and dropping it on the floor as she walked, her hips swaying
hypnotically as she stepped onto the lowest tread of the stairs.  She
lowered herself to the steps like a four-legged animal, hiking her ass high
into the air, her eyes turned to me, feral, hungry, and ready to kill. 
"Or, you may rut with a girl who is half animal, who may just fuck you, or
may rip out your throat and drink your human blood." She said and continued
slinking up the stairs, swishing her ass as if she had a tail, and for a
brief moment, she seemed to have one, long and sensuous.

   I stayed in the kitchen a moment, sipping the last of my liquid courage.
That last comment had been meant for the me that knew something of her real
ancestry.  Were the Chimera ashamed of what they were, or how they had
become?  Possibly, somewhat, I guessed.  But they seemed perfectly willing
to use any trick to keep their mates aroused and interested, even if they
personally found it distasteful.  Or did they really find anything
distasteful?  Perhaps the Chimera were possessed of a fundamentally
different sense of propriety than humans.  Of course, some human morality
would rub off during upbringing, but what if all the inbred safeguards were
absent, like the ones that kept daughters from being attracted to their
fathers?

   I started toward the stairs and walked the hall, feeling oddly like a
dead man walking.  I looked into our room.  Crystal was laying on the bed,
looking into space and smiling.  Her toe tapped to an unheard beat.  When I
moved again, she twitched and rolled toward me, her eyes igniting into
green fire.  She had stripped before she had even gotten to the room, her
panties lay just outside the door.  She lifted the upper half of her body
with her arms.

   "My lover comes to me." She said, huskily.  Her predator's smile
returned, hard and dangerous.

   I nodded and began to take off my shirt.  I felt Crystal's small hands
unfastening my shorts' belt, then unzipping them.  She pulled them down,
taking my underwear with them.  She purred as my cock came free, bouncing
forward as my underwear were lowered.  "Hello." She said, and caressed it
with her hands.  Cupping my balls in one and petting the shaft and head
with the other.  My dick hardened rapidly under her direct care.  She
smiled up to me and I looked down.  "He likes me." She said, then leaned
forward more and gave the head a open-mouthed wet kiss.

   "He likes you, yes." I said, then grabbed her upper arms.  Lifting her
effortlessly up to eye level, I kissed her hard, ramming my tongue into her
mouth and holding her out a few inches from me.  I broke the kiss and
continued.  "But I love you." And kissed her again, this time stepping up
onto the bed and taking her with me.  My head was perilously close to the
spinning ceiling fan, but I didn't pay much heed to that.  I was letting
myself go with the emotions that seemed to be demanded.

   She sighed gently when I pulled her away from me again, and I knelt, her
feet finally touched ground again.  Me on my knees put my head just a touch
below hers.  She looked down a bit and into my eyes.  I had stolen some of
her fire.  She softened a bit, and brushed my hair from my eyes.  "You're
so strong." She said.  "And I don't mean just your arms, which are plenty
strong." She brushed her fingertips over my shoulders then biceps.  "I mean
inside, here." She tickled the tips across my chest to over my pounding
heart.  "And here." She added, her other hand coming up and caressing my
head.  "Others said that a good man would break before giving his own what
she needed." She smiled gently, while moving her hands over my shoulders
again.  "You almost broke, and maybe bent a little.  But you didn't break."
She stepped up and pressed my face to her small breasts.  "I'm so glad, I'd
hate to be forever with a broken man." She kissed the top of my head.

   I wasn't so sure I wasn't broken, but she didn't think I was, so I
suppose I must still be okay.  I sucked gently on one breast while she
cradled my head in both arms.  My hands grabbed her ankles and started
moving up the outside of her long legs, then to her waist, pushing gently
on the soft flesh of her sides.  I switched to the other breast, and felt
her hands move to my back, down my spine.  I released the breast and looked
up at her.  "I don't know if I'm broken, angel." I said.  "I don't want to
be broken.  If you need me whole, then whole I am."

   She began to slide downward, sliding her hands down my arms as she went,
down into a squat.  Her hands again caressed my balls and cock.  She
released them and pushed on my chest, indicating she wanted me to lie back.
As I lowered myself onto my back, she moved up me, her knees on either side
of my legs.  Slowly she kissed her way up my leg, starting at my knee. 
When she reached my now engorged cock, she licked it, then kissed it, then
sucked the head and half the shaft into her mouth.  She slid her tongue
over the head inside her mouth, finally releasing it then kissing her way
up my body.  When her lips reached my neck, she parted them and started
using her teeth.  I felt my cock, which had been pressed flat by her
stomach finally spring free, between her legs.

   She stopped biting my neck and sat upright.  Crystal's hands were on my
chest, balancing her.  One of her hands went down between her legs and I
felt the fingers wrap gently around my cock.  Her body lifted a bit, then
moved back a couple of inches.  I could feel the moisture of her sex, and I
felt her open to me.  She slowly, and gently brought herself down on my
shaft, impaling herself.  When she finally rested on me, she let her breath
out, and panted.  Her hips started moving back and forth, grinding our
pelvis' together.  She was sitting totally upright, and using her leg
muscles to move herself.  Her hands drifted down my chest as she got a
rythem going, and up to her own thighs, dragging her sharp nails over the
skin, leaving faint red tracks.  There were no moans this time, she was
simply breathing with each movement.  The look on her face was one of utter
concentration, determination, and still hunger.

   When I tried to move a little to help, she looked down at me so fiercely
that I immediately abandoned that idea.  She was driving, and wasn't
letting anyone else even look at the steering wheel.  Her breath became
sharper and faster, matching the speed and intensity she was pushing
herself back and forth.  My dick was slipping easily into and back out of
her smoothness inside, and the tautness was still there, holding it firmly.
Her lips parted farther than they had been and she groaned out a long
painful yell, wordless and extremely final sounding.  Her body was covered
in sweat now, and she regarded me with a tilted head as she slowed a bit. I
hadn't come yet, and she was wondering why.

   I was still in doubt as to whether or not I should.  She lifted herself
up and dropped down on me, impaling herself again, then again, taking me
almost completely out of herself, then spiking me deep into her.  I could
feel my climax building, and knew that this new tack would work fairly
quickly.  Her eyes had become blank and staring, looking at me expectantly.
I tried to grab her hips to slow her down a little, to keep it going a
while longer, but she took hold of my wrists, and pushed my hands to my
side, holding them down.  I could probably have freed myself, but she
seemed to know what she wanted, and how she wanted it.

   My orgasm was coming forward fast now, and she saw my breathing pattern
change.  This caused her to redouble her efforts, bouncing and grinding
more quickly.  Her breathing was growing more noticeable again, she may
well be headed for her second.  As I felt my own orgasm overtake me, I saw
her head toss back and she screamed as she had the first two times we had
made love.  My come sprayed out of me and filled her inside.  Her head
snapped back and down to look at me.  A smile broke across her face.  "I
felt you, Nathan." She said.  "That time I felt you come." Her hands
released mine, and I moved them up her legs to her waist again.  "We did
well on this one." She said.  "Very well." Her smile was almost inhuman as
she dismounted.  She immediately turned in place and licked the whole area
clean, lapping all the juices and come that had flowed from us during the
sex.  By the time she was done, my pelvis was clean, and my shrinking cock
was fully spent.  She padded from the room quickly and I heard running
water.  She returned a moment later and wiped my scrotum and penis with the
warm rag.

   She had a small smile, and was actually humming as she went about the
task.  I sat up against the headboard.  "That was a bit rough, honey." I
said.

   "I'm sorry, dad, It had to be." She said, not sounding terribly
apologetic.  "Recreational sex is one thing.  But mating is another." She
looked at me.  "We did it well, though, and I am feeling the chances are
good." Crystal walked from the room and returned without the rag.  She laid
beside me and cuddled to my side.  "I didn't mean to make it sound so
clinical, da...Nathaniel." She shrugged.  "It won't normally be this way, I
promise." Her eyes were beginning to droop, and her movements sluggish.  I
pulled her tight to me and clicked off the light on the night stand.

   "Let's go to sleep, angel." I said, feeling her relax against me.  "We
can talk in the morning." I heard her breathing slow to a steady deep
pattern, and after a few more minutes, I slept too