Another Go*

The next day was bound to have a late start. It could already be considered evening at this point. Sora and Alice hadn't left the bedroom due to a mix of exhaustion, laziness, and comfort.

DINGALING

A whole new day and the mistress' phone still hadn't stopped ringing. This was the 32nd time. The sleepy man laid in between her legs, his head resting on her smooth stomach. Alice played with his hair while humming a tune. Neither of them wore any clothes.

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"...Don't you think it's time you answered? It's quite obvious how much they need us." Sora muttered.

"Mmm…I'll think about it." She responded. Her tone made it obvious that she was gloating.

"Think harder. Let's hurry up so we can go back to Gotham." He spoke playfully before biting her inner thigh.

"Kyaaah! Okay okay!" She mewled.

It was like a bolt of electricity shot through her spine. Sora's love tap was unmatched. He could leave anyone a drooling mess.

"Answer the phone or I'll bite you again."

His lips traced her skin, moving ever so slightly toward her sacred cave. One of her hands pressed against his forehead in an attempt to keep him at bay. The other grabbed the phone. She finally answered it.

"...Can I help you?"

A bored tone resounded in the room. Sora froze for a moment. It soon grew into a knowing smile. The way she was speaking, it resembled himself. Was she copying his mannerisms? How cute.

Incessant chattering could be heard on the other side of the phone. Alice listened with an uninterested face. She was doing a great Sora impression! The sleepy man wanted to tease her.

"...Reschedule the meeting…Why should I do that? I'm already preparing to return to Gotham. You've already turned me away once…why would I come ba-Ahhhh!" Her voice transformed into a high pitched squeal as Sora's mouth clamped around her trembling garden.

"Why do you taste like strawberries? Is it in your DNA?" He whispered with a smile.

".........."

Alice only pressed his face away with a bit more strength. It was still futile. The young Lockhart's head went down once again. Her quiet giggles would mix with her screams.

"I guess…hnnnnnnn…I can stop by again. Just maybe. Fufu! Ahn!"

His tongue worked wonders on her. She was already gushing into his mouth. Her toes were curled and her body spasmed constantly. It didn't take long for her to stiffen up. She'd reached her limit.

The beautiful doll was silent this time, only her raised waist and harsh grip on Sora's hair being the indicator of her climax. His lips hadn't left her honeypot.

"In three hours…hah….hah…that's fine." She responded with exhaustion.

That release took a lot out of her. Not wanting to tease her any longer, Sora took the phone and ended the call. The device was thrown to the side as he pinned her hands above her head. Her lovely breasts moved with her breathing.

"Alice…I wonder how much of me you can take before the meeting." He hummed.

His shaft was already pressed against her slippery entrance. It squeezed his tip, begging for something more. Why wouldn't he indulge himself? Just look at her.

Alice stared up at him with hazy eyes. The emptiness in her gaze only made it that much sexier. A true doll that still had emotions. Her breaths were labored, still recovering from her last explosion. After licking his lips, he slid inside.

"Hnnngh!"

An animalistic grunt escaped her throat upon his entrance. She made this noise every time they connected. He couldn't help but study her expressions. His length would always be a bit difficult to handle, and he loved to watch her cope.

Her eyes rolled back slightly, and her legs trembled. It mattered not since he held her in place. She was his cute little prisoner.

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It was an eternity later when they finally reached S.T.A.R. Labs. A refreshed but tired Alice stood at the entrance to the building. They were late again. Not like the Lockhart's cared. The two weren't the first to break decorum.

Caitlin and Harrison Wells were already waiting for them. Their heads were bowed in welcome. What a good bunch of maids!

"Ms Lockhart! Welcome to S.T.A.R. Labs. Please forgive our previous lack of hospitality." Harrison glared at Caitlin after speaking. She immediately jumped up.

"I apologize for my shameful behavior during our last encounter. I humbly beg for your forgiveness. I-I've been going through some things recently and didn't mean to take it out on you."

Hearing Caitlin's sincerity, a bright smile soon adorned Alice's face. Sora could only suppress his yawn. Were they in a Chinese novel or something? He lazily rubbed his eyes.

'It's time to move on.' The young Lockhart thought. They had places to be.

"Maybe we can still talk business?" Harrison wheeled over to Alice with a nervous smile.

His body was covered in cold sweats as he raised his hand. Alice pretended to yawn before looking at the crippled man's hand. The perpetual expression of boredom…she'd been paying too much attention to Sora's personality! How did she pull it off so well?

"I guess…shall we get going then?" The beautiful doll finally shook his hand.

Now that everything was cleared up, things could progress. Harrison and Caitlin led the two Lockharts further into the building. One thing that caught Sora's attention was a massive treadmill. It was heavy duty as fuck.

'I see.' He thought with a smile.

Eventually, the group stopped at a high tech office. An extremely cool waiting room could be found right outside. Every electronic was there along with every game console. Still, Sora would rather wait in the car.

His hand reached for the door only to be grabbed by Alice's. The broken fairy gave him a demanding look. It was filled with pleading and insecurity. The message was clear.

'Don't go. Stay.'

Sora heaved a sigh of annoyance while scratching the back of his head. She didn't want him to be too far away. Especially not with these people. It wasn't as if he didn't understand.

Without further ado, he plopped down on an ultra comfortable sofa. Alice immediately flashed a loving smile of gratitude, making Caitlin raise an eyebrow. What kind of interaction was that?

Harrison and the mature beauty entered the office, leaving Caitlin with the young Lockhart. Sora's body sank into the cushion. He grabbed an open magazine and placed it on his face. His golden eyes were already closing.

"Soooo…why do you look like that? Are you an albino? Your skin isn't pale though." Caitlin commented while grabbing a game controller.

".........."

It didn't take long before she was gaming. Still, her attention was on Sora who'd ignored her question. He was an enigma to her. His features were otherworldly…she wanted to know why.

"Sooo…your name is Sora, right? Cool."

".........."

Everytime Sora was about to drift off, Caitlin would ask a question. This brought him right back to reality. Annoying.

"Sooo…you and Alice seem very close."

The sleepy man lifted the magazine from his face, allowing him to stare at her. Sora's gaze pierced through her which caused goosebumps to form on her arms. She immediately avoided eye contact and returned to her game.

"It's none of my business. Got it. Geez, you don't have to get so offended." She muttered.

For some reason, she was very talkative. The opposite of how she was on the first encounter. Where did that rude snarky woman go? At that moment, a new figure entered the room.

"What's up Cait? Looking great! Like a top tier plate. We should go on a dinner date-huh?"

The man looked at Sora. Upon seeing the magazine on the young Lockhart's head, he frowned. The new figure casually approached.

"Hey! Don't abuse our magazines please." He spoke before taking the book away.

Sora's face was revealed. His golden eyes were staring up at the ceiling in annoyance. These people just couldn't shut up! Holy shit.

This guy had long black hair that went to his shoulders. His eyes widened upon seeing the sleepy man's appearance. That hair and eye color…what the-

"Hey! I'm Cisco. Are you an albino? Hmm…but your skin isn't pale at all." Cisco repeated Caitlin's words from earlier.