WIP - QT UK 9

As I said at the start of the month, vacation, life and holidays have slowed me down a bit, but I'm on course to still get at least 5-6k of Upstart's Knight written by the end of December, alongside the Picture Perfect chapter you've already got, which is always my target of a minimum for a months work.

That said I've not entirely decided how I'm going to structure this chapter, I've got a few things I know I'm going to cover but until I get there I'm not 100% sure if they're in this chapter or in chapter 10. Which means I might end up delaying release of things onto Literotica and other public sites until I've worked out the answer to that question, but in the meantime you'll still be getting sections like this as Patreon previews just as quickly as I'd be sharing them with you anyway. Here's the first of those teasers as a little Christmas bonus and I'll hopefully have the phone call it promises in the next few days for you too, which may or may not be the bulk of the final Chapter 9...we'll see.

Hope you all enjoy your Christmas or whatever holiday you're celebrating and I'm looking forward to sharing more of what I have planned for Ethan, Riley and the others in the New Year  :)

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It was much later that morning by the time Ethan woke, finding Jess softly snoozing alongside him. There was only a bare murmur when he leaned over and kissed the redhead’s forehead, and although his first instinct was to check on her feelings in the cold light of the new day, he let her sleep. His second was to remain alongside her, just lingering. Each time he paired with someone he quickly found a contentedness from merely being in their presence, and it already seemed Jess was no different. But his bladder quickly voted against the idea of remaining where he was and demanded he venture out into the chill of the apartment in search of the toilet.

On the way he took a moment to look in on how Alex was doing, older McNamara sister in her bed where he left her, still imprinting and it almost felt odd to see her so peaceful after the night before. He found himself hoping he’d done the right thing for her, left concerned just how much of her life she was going to be left to untangle because of Delphi’s flaws. It was only after he’d managed to stifle a guilty sigh that he actually made his way to the bathroom that they had met in only a few hours earlier. Ethan paused as he arrived, having allowed himself to forget just how much of a ruin the small space had been left in, with the debris from Alex’s ordeal still scattered about the tiles.

He spent some time cleaning up as best as he could, carefully salvaging anything that looked like it might be repairable, before gathering several towels, soiled with sweat and cum and the dirt from a shattered pot plant. And with them in hand he headed back towards the kitchen, keen to try and get them into the laundry, as well as to find a mop for the bathroom floor. Finding Nia there stopped him before he could manage either however.

The executive didn’t move at his arrival, sat upright on Alex’s couch with her phone still in hand, but with her eyes closed and her breathing gentle. She’d still been making calls when he’d fallen asleep himself, still trying to deal with the knot of issues they’d been left with, and he wondered just how long she’d forced herself to work for. She wasn’t the sort of person to want to rest through something like this, not by choice. But she was still human. And if anything she’d never seemed more human to him than she did in that moment; flawed and determined and vulnerable and beautiful.

Setting the towels down, Ethan found a blanket from a nearby chair and went to place it over her, only for Nia to stir, bleary eyed as he did so.

“What time is it?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” he said apologetically, but still found himself unable to resist leaning in to give her a soft kiss. “You need to rest like the rest of us. You do know Jess isn’t going to mind sharing a bed with you?”

“It does matter.” Nia’s reply was worn, and accompanied by her checking her phone, seemingly trying to force herself to gather up her professional persona and wrap herself back into it.  “I have half a dozen people I need to speak to, including the Delphi admins. And I need to find out from Evie just how furious Whitehall are about this. She seemed to think that Cabinet might even take an interest, assuming they weren’t aware of flaws already. And-”

“Nia.” Ethan met her gaze and cut across her words, gentle yet decisive, doing his best to stop her throwing herself straight back into things. And he watched her relent, just slightly. But even as she looked into his eyes, her expression full of tired, hurt frustration, she still tried to protest the need to work herself to the bone.

“We were lucky circumstances let us catch things with Alex. There could be others like her out there.”

“I understand that you’re blaming yourself for this, but it’s not your fault.” Nia opened her mouth to respond, but he saw what she was about to say and stopped her again before she could say it. “No, it’s not. And you don’t need me to tell you that you’re going to stop being productive if you don’t let yourself rest. You’re a leader, and part of that means trusting people like Evie to do their jobs rather than thinking you need to fix the world on your own.”

Ethan got the distinct impression that with most other people Nia’s shoulders wouldn’t have relaxed quite as readily as they did for him. “You’re right. But I’ll be fine. Just…let me get myself some coffee and I can rest once we’re back at Taymont.”

Nia paused, and pointedly looked past Ethan in the direction of the bedrooms, and Alex. And even without her saying anything Ethan could tell she was concerned about their new teammate, just as he had been. He spoke again, answering the questions she was asking wordlessly.

“She’s still imprinting.”

There was a slow nod of reply. “And Jess?”

“Sleeping. She’s taking things better than you could expect anyone to.”

“This isn’t how I wanted it to be for her,” Nia said, her voice weighed down by failed expectations and how genuinely sorry she was for the other woman. Ethan couldn’t help but find an odd, gallows amusement in her words however.

“No shit,” he chuckled, drawing a slight smile from Nia in return as she realised how redundant her words were. She remained quiet however, and he could practically see the thoughts wistfully working their way through her mind. “Want to share?”

“The plan had been to find the time to bake her some blueberry muffins for breakfast, before we drove back.”

Nia sounded almost sheepish with the admission, as if the idea seemed somehow foolish to her now. Ethan however couldn’t help the surprise from showing through in his reply. “You bake?”

“I dabble at baking,” Nia corrected, firmly with a slight smile. “At best. I’m far from good, but I like having something where that doesn’t need to be the point. I was looking forward to having a kitchen where I could make an effort like that for someone, rather than the big industrial one at Taymont.”

That prompted him to kiss her again, taking her unguarded moments as they came, no matter the circumstances.  “I’m sure she’d have loved them. You’ll get a chance to do it for her another time.”

“I know, but the first time will always be the first time.” There was a long sigh, and Nia changed the subject before Ethan could speak again, not wanting to dwell on things further. “Have you spoken to Aoife Ryan yet?”

Ethan shook his head. Nia’s question was meant to be supportive, to shift her concern from herself and on to him, but all it managed to do was bring his own worries and feelings rushing back up to the surface with a warm lurch. He’d checked his phone on waking, and again several times in the brief space of time since then, hoping to see her name there and reply that would make everything feel less fraught, but either she’d missed his last message or Aoife was being Aoife.

“You’ve got enough things to deal with without worrying about that. I can wait until we get back before speaking to her if I have to…”

The room fell quiet again as Ethan tailed off and they both realised they’d found themselves back at another point neither of them quite had words for. Any introspection was cut short however by the restless way Nia returned to her phone, as if doing so was going to offer her some way to negotiate away her agitation.

“I’m not actually going to convince you to rest before we go, am I?”

Nia paused again, making a show of considering before answering dryly. “It’s unlikely, no.”

He knew he might as well try and push back the tide than be able to change that much about Nia, the determination even at her own expense. But even so he caught the slight playfulness in her tone, and met it with his own. “Ok, well, I’m not going to argue. But you do have to let me do the one thing I can to take some of that stress off you.”

Ethan saw her pick up on his suggestiveness, but not his exact meaning, until a small quirk of the head gestured her downwards towards his crotch. As realisation dawned, a glimmer danced across her eyes, followed by what could generously be called half a protest.

“Please, that’s hardly reasonable.”

“No? And working yourself to death is?”

“No. But you know I’m not going to be able to say no to-” As Nia talked, Ethan stood and began to lower the jeans he’d only recently slipped on, causing the executive to stop mid sentence as his cock emerged at half mast inches from her face. Her expression widened, and she cursed to herself as the genetic hooks of the serum eased into her mind. “Oh fuck, thats unfair.”

“Come on, we’re basically only a couple of months away from mandatory blowjobs just being good HR policy anyway.”

“I’ll have to propose that one at the next board meeting,” Nia laughed, easing herself from the couch to kneel in front of him. It was true that the Gemivax assisted erotic hit was going to do more to help Nia’s stress than anything other than a good night’s sleep, but as her lips eagerly slipped around his shaft, Ethan was caught off guard to realise just how much of this was for himself too. It came as a near constant surprise how there was always a part of him that wanted more of this sort of gratification, no matter how tired or sated he thought he should feel, something that only seemed to be amplified around his partners. But then they didn’t seem to be any less affected, something the bobbing of Nia’s head attested to.

Glancing down, he saw Nia looking back up at him seductively, and he hardened fully. She felt him twitch, and took it as a cue to try and take him further, practised enough now to briefly take him to the hilt. Ethan groaned at the unexpected sensation of his cock pressing so deep into her throat, and had to fight the urge to buck his hips rather than allow her to set the pace herself. It was only a moment before she had to ease back however, eyes damp from the effort.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? To have me panting around your dick like a desperate whore?” He knew Nia’s dirty talk was even more for her own benefit than his own, but words were lush and rich from his mouth and quickly built his arousal even further. “To remind me that I’m a filthy slut who can’t help but put this first? Because that’s what you make me now, a helpless bitch in heat. And I’m never, ever, going to get enough.”

It didn’t take long for Nia’s efforts to leave Ethan feeling himself reaching his limit. But as he did so he retained enough presence of mind to indulge a perverse little thought that wandered into his mind. He reached down to stroke Nia’s face and spoke, even as he tried to hold back.

“Want me to finish on your face? So we have something to send back to Evie and Farah?”

He wasn’t sure which of them had had the idea, but even before they had left his other two partners had made sure they had a pair of separate team chats on Whatsapp. The first was for the more mundane, day to day talk around Project Upstart and their burgeoning collective relationship. The second was to give them a place exclusively for the more illicit things that they had to share. And in the short time since Nia and Ethan had left Taymont, Evie and Farah had almost been competing for who had the most to share. There’d been a steady stream of explicit pictures, videos and messages meant to remind them both of what they were coming back to; from solo masturbation and candid shower selfies to Evie strumming Farah’s pierced clit and the sportswoman responding with her tongue in the younger girl’s asshole.

Nia didn’t remove Ethan’s cock from her mouth to respond, but the delicious moan she gave at the suggestion was answer enough on its own.

When Ethan came moments later, it was with his lover, waiting with eyes closed, before him. Enough of the thick ropes that he stroked into streaks across Nia’s face made their way into her open mouth to set her shuddering into her own climax, with a sudden gasp. And as she rode it out, she did so with her hand snuck down the front of her own panties, unable to keep her fingers still as the vaccine’s effects washed through her body. They both lingered, eyes closed and breathing heavily, before Ethan reached for his phone and captured the view before him with the camera.

It was only then that a sound from the doorway caught his attention. He wasn’t sure how long Jess had been standing there watching them, but it was obvious it was long enough for her to have been touching herself while she did. The redhead was wearing nothing but the t-shirt she’d ended up napping alongside Ethan in, leaving the sight of her own arousal obvious between her thighs. She jumped on realising he’d noticed her and stammered in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I heard you cleaning up and thought I’d come and help only…well, you were doing this and I didn’t want to interrupt, and I know I shouldn’t have stayed, but it was hard not to watch and…”

“Jess, it’s fine. I think we’re going to have to get used to catching ourselves in compromising positions”

The artist allowed her hand to stray back between her legs. ”I thought I’d actually stopped being horny but then I saw you both and, shit, is there a point where this stops?”

Nia dabbed a finger at some of the cum plastered near the corner of her mouth, lapping at it with her tongue. “While Ethan’s around? Not really, no. It might dim into the background from time to time and allow you to focus on other things, but all it takes is for him to remind you just how close to the surface it’s lurking.” She wiped at another streak, before smirking at Jess, still standing by the door. “You’re welcome to share this you know”

Bashfully Jess made her way over, the embarrassment of how she found herself feeling still something that she was coming to terms with. Not that Ethan could blame her. Even with his head start it wasn’t as if any of the effects of the serum were entirely normal to him either, just something he was having to learn to take in stride. However he wasn’t given the opportunity to watch whatever Nia had in mind for the younger woman, as the sound of his phone began to ring from inside his pocket. And as he checked the device it was Aoife’s name that appeared on the screen, leaving him hastily fumbling to pull his jeans back up and find somewhere to take the call.

“Fuck. I need to answer this,” he announced, moving back towards the privacy of the spare bedroom.