Lab Rats Ethan Novels & Stories

Leah: (half a laugh, tired) “We make a good team.” Ethan: (quiet, warm) “We do. Better than good.” The lab hummed. Machines talked in tiny beeps. The storm made everything feel private, like the world had paused so they could hear themselves. Ethan: (standing, stretching) “I could get used to this. Working late, no distractions. Just… focus.” Leah: (soft) “Me too.” He moved closer, carrying two steaming mugs. The steam curled up and disappeared under the lab lights.

Liana’s POV I’m warm. Comfortable. There is something soft beneath me. I smell woodsmoke and books. Male voices drift into my consciousness, but I keep my eyes shut, savoring the safety that cocoons me. “How did you get away from my brother, anyway?” Ethan’s voice is quiet, as if he doesn’t want to wake me. “I’ve been ingesting small doses of wolfsbane for years,” says Blake—nonchalant. “If a wolf takes a bite out of me, it ends worse for them.”

I continue to fuck into him, battering his inside with my cum which is dripping out of him, mixing with the slick he is producing and it is sending me on clouds, delivering devastating ecstasy signal in my brain, making it mush. Hours passed by and I didn’t notice until Ethan fainted under me, he had gone numb.

Ethan asks; "What then?" "Well, I did want anyone would do. I got the hell out of there as I am contaminating the samples." Ethan shakes his head and says; "He just fell into an old tomb, hurt himself. But all he cares about is the contamination. What a freak this guy is." I continue saying;