Dom thrashed beneath his covers as he dreamt of his leather–clad goddess. Cathy haunted his days and nights with her presence. In the gym, he worked with her daily. Her body was so in tune with his own that, he almost felt part of her body and that she was part of his. They completed each other and it seemed he only knew peace when in her company.

He growled in his sleep and threw his leg out of the covers completely. He sighed as he felt a leather gloved hand glide over his heated skin enveloping his raging cock in a warmed leather embrace. His hips jerked in time with the motions of her fist and his head rolled on his pillow. The pale moonlight glinted off his newly pierced eyebrow, his hair was cut how she liked it and it gave his formerly “baby face” a hard edge.

His ragged breath echoed loudly in the bare room. His hands shoved the covers down past his hips and he tried to wake to see Cathy sucking him to climax, but his eyes refused to open. His breath caught in his throat and his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her fast to him.

Cathy fondled his balls and continued in her task, test tube at the ready. Dom came with a roar and a flood of cum and she hugged him close unable to quite relinquish her hold on him to please her masters with a “sample”. She maintained her grip all the way to his cock head, and then quickly with a couple of strokes, the Greys had their DNA but she’d had the best of it!

Dom slipped his hands from her hair and slept as the dead. Cathy turned and inspected the half filled test tube in the moonlight. The light faded and Grey two stood before her, a four–fingered hand outstretched for the prize.

Cathy placed the tube in Grey Two’s palm. "You are quite accomplished at that, a pity we Greys have no need for your talent…"

She smiled until Grey Two faded from sight then made a wanking gesture in the air and turned back to her lover.

Dominic slept peacefully, she changed and slipped naked into the bed next to him, he kissed her shoulder as he snaked an arm around her, hiking up the covers with his other hand.

Grey Two glided through the metal tunnels of the Grey stronghold passing by subordinates on the way to Grey Three’s lab, the key to their salvation nestled securely in a hand. Grey One’s theories of a prophecy ripening in their midst; were best not dwelt upon

Grey Two and Three shared a traditional greeting and together they carefully prepared the specimen for cloning. The room was lined with glass sarcophagi all but one waiting for an occupant. With the addition of the male clone, the Greys would have a backup team should something happen to the originals.

However, these clones were unencumbered by colour thorns so were deadly and ruthless assassins. Grey Two smiled as the bodies grew encased in their incubators. A single view screen monitored life signs. They need only reach physical maturity with one Domclone its purpose being to die in place of the original. The second incubator held Dom’s “enhanced” clone with boosted strength, endurance and aggression added to its psyche, this one would be a cruel killing machine, just as Cathy’s clone was.

Grey Two hadn’t told Grey One of the back–up plans, if the rumours of the prophecy proved true. The Watcher Hunter clones would destroy the Watcher and his mate to prevent them from having progeny. The offspring of the Watcher with a Slaying team would be an immortal hybrid who would bring about the end of demons on the Earth and the plague of humankind would spread and fester in goodness and peace.

Grey Two shuddered and glanced back at the naked form of Domclone and Tapped the glass, Domclone’s eyes snapped open, and he took his first conscious breath of the heady super enriched atmosphere of the Greys stronghold.

Dom’s eyes opened sleepily and his palm slid over the warm sheet beside him. He woke properly and scanned the room for Cathy. No clothes. Without a doubt she was the tidiest woman he’d ever known! However passionate they became she always had time to put her clothes away…

He heard the shower burst into life and smiled devilishly, leaping from the bed he padded stealthily into the bathroom and parted the curtain.

"Morning Dom…" Cathy smiled as she felt his disappointment at being discovered so soon. He sighed and stepped into the bath behind her.

"Mmm, you smell so good, Cath, Y’know I really need to… uhmm…" He backed her onto the tiled wall and held her hands pinned above her head. She shuddered as he advanced, his warm hard toned body pressed insistently into her own.

The hot shower streamed in steaming rivulets down the planes of his chest and rigid abs to his glorious cock, straining at attention. Her knees buckled and she struggled futilely before he claimed her breasts with his mouth, he relinquished his grip on her hands as he snaked one strong arm round her waist, lifting her until she slid down on his rod, impaling her body in an impassioned love locked fuck.

Cathy growled as his cock entered her and held his head to her breast with one tender hand whilst raking her nails down his back from shoulders to hipbone with the other. Dom tensed and bit her nipple, she gasped and he lifted his head, his dark emerald rimmed eyes sought hers and she lifted her thigh to curl it around his strong back. He groaned and lunged into her deeper, forcing her shoulders onto the tile, he grabbed her other leg and she locked her legs round his waist.

He bent his head once more to her breast and traced the gentle upturned curve with his tongue and teeth, his eyes never left hers, testing and discovering what turned her on. His right hand closed around her neck and he held her gently while his hips powered his cock into her, his breath ragged with exertion and indescribable pleasure.

Their bodies moved as one, striving for release, she driving downward meeting his strokes with tightening sinews. He tensed and coiled open to all stimuli. He threw back his head and clawed over her breast as she came, her legs tightened around his spine and he drove into her desperately, thumping the her back against the wall, at last he roared and gripped hip and shoulder forcing her down on his exploding cock. At the very last moment they kissed and the tenderness of the act washed over them both, cleansing them and providing a soothing balm to the savage beast aroused when they made love.

He stared at the paperwork on his desk. Stephanie had deposited his post and coffee on his desk half an hour ago. He showed no interest in either.

Cathy had gone somewhere on business for a few days and he missed her. He spent his nights in the gym working up a sweat and his days in the office dreaming of her.

"Dominic?" Stephanie stepped through the doorway and stood awkwardly on the threshold.

He turned his stony glare of disinterest at her. She swallowed her fear.

"There’s some trouble in the gym… some Mafia types are downstairs–" She didn’t have to say anymore. Dom leapt over his desk and flew down the stairs.

He quickly scanned the floor of the gym and located the “gentlemen” they wore bulky suits and were testing the machines in said suits. The rest of his clientele were in the juice bar–very sensible.

"I’m Dominic, the owner. Can I help you with something?" He decided on the nice approach first.

One man turned at his voice, he looked anonymous, and he probably paid someone a great deal of money to look anonymous. His voice betrayed his origins, having a gravel–like quality of one who has had too many punches to his throat.

"Dominic… I would like to make you a business proposition…"

Dom, smiled and shook his head, he turned to leave but found a meaty hand on his chest. He looked the Neanderthal in the eye and clobbered him with a dumbbell that rested beneath his fingertips.

He dropped in a split to avoid a roundhouse blow and then spun the dumbbell along the ground at the crowd of men surrounding “Mr.Big”

The Neanderthal grabbed Dom’s foot so he kicked him in the groin sending him howling to the ground in pain. He sprang to his feet ready for his next opponent.

Three lined up against him with drawn weapons. He drew a sharp breath and executed a spinning kick that disarmed all his adversaries. His foot remained extended as he pivoted slowly; he flexed his knee and booted “Mr.Big” in the chest.

"As I believe I told you, I am the owner and can refuse entry to anyone I please." He locked gazes with the sweating man. "Take your proposition elsewhere." He shoved the man into the far wall, before he placed his foot on the floor and glared at the rest of the men, who scurried after their fallen boss and weapons.

The Boss halted at the threshold. "This isn’t over, you’ll be hearing from us some dark night…" He left the threat hanging. Dom walked into the juice bar for a drink, rolling his head on his shoulders trying to get rid of an annoying kink in a muscle.

Stephanie had watched all the moves Dom made. She’d never seen him so precise. It was a joy to see, but she still had the nagging feeling that something was wrong. He had changed since Cathy came on the scene, with her, he was a kitten, without her he was a Panther.

The next morning he prowled about the gym until he felt familiar warmth, he turned round and Cathy smiled at him embarrassed at being caught out. He loped toward her and lifted her from the ground spinning her in the middle of the weights. His arms were full, his heart light and her sweet lips were his again. Nothing mattered now. The world could go hang. He had Cathy back.

Cathy sighed, enjoying his strong embrace. She knew she couldn’t live without him now, but how could she betray him to the Greys? The cold vial of poison nestled in her pocket, Grey Two had told her before she departed that he had to have the poison in his system for twenty–four hours before they took him with a final overdose. This was to be his last day as a human. She swallowed her tears.

"Cath?" he gazed into her eyes. "What’s the matter, love? Why tears?"

She sniffed. "I missed you…" He smiled and her heart broke, she rested her head on his broad shoulder and wept. He hugged her close. Her thoughts came wild and sped madly through her mind.He would never grow old; never know disease or hunger. He would remain young, vital and strong and they would be together forever. She shook her head. In order to exist in the Grey universe he would have to die in this one. And he would remember with the coloured thorns all of his life before conversion. He would hate her forever.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled weakly at him, stroking his silky dark hair, "Love Me?" she murmured.

"Always Darling…" He kissed her nose and led her up the steps to his bedroom.

End of part 3

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