​     Grelock rested in a coffin sized box.

     "Ready," he said.

     Delphi transferred Grelock's consciousness into the body Delphi had to concentrate a good deal of his attention on to create and animate in the single hour it took Grelock to reach him.

​     It was the perfect body, though, perfect for Grelock.

     Grelock had been born a human being two hundred years before, and he still preferred the adult, male body to any other.

​     So that's what Hrrm's Hive created for him.

     And it was a beautiful body, too.

     Muscles everywhere, of course. He didn't like them big, but he did like them pronounced. 

     And he liked the way blood rushed through the veins and arteries of a fresh new body. It was like he could just feel the blood flow. 

     The only kind of hair he liked on his body was pubic hair, so he made sure plenty of it surrounded his long, thick cock. 

     And he loved how clean a perfect new body felt. After two centuries of life, he craved cleanliness. He'd been all over the multiverse, and everywhere he found life, he found filth, filth and germs and vermin. 

     He wanted none of that when he got to Hrrm's Hive.

     What he insisted on, instead, was cleanliness and sterility.

     He strode into the room where he would have his sex, and it was a room immaculately clean and beyond.  

     In 10K, there was a transparent gelatin called exactly that.

     Clean.

     Clean eradicated any germs it came in contact with.

     Grelock stood ankle deep in Clean in his fornication room.

     An inch of Clean coated the bed like frosting on a birthday cake.

     The sight of all that germ-free cleanliness stiffened Grelock's brand new penis.

     Now all he needed was a young, hairless, germ-free, compassionate woman to fuck.

​     "Whisper," he whispered.

CONTINUE