Where Did He Learn To Negotiate Like That?

You repeat the old Bene Gesserit litany to yourself as you are careful to keep your neck muscles loose. Even as you respond in a way that probably will make it moot. “No...”

Lea growls with fire in her eyes and brings the knife back to your throat. You are unsure what keeps her from just slicing your neck open. “You greedy son of a bitch, are you admitting you are unable to control yourself, or am I not enough?”

The desperation in Lea's voice only entered near the last bit. You wonder how much damage what happened before is playing in her mind.

The knife edge lanced right against the previous cut, and has already sliced through your skin to release a trickle of blood; Then, you feel it roll down your neck and onto the floor. “Neither, my lack of response suggests that I control myself; And you are more than any man should want.”

Gwen stares at you for a moment and then at Lea. You are unsure what is going through her mind. Lea is grabbing most of your attention because of where she is sitting, and the knife at your throat.

The tenderness in your voice surprises even you. Though, if you are going to die you want to avoid leaving Lea still suffering. Yet, she retracts her knife out of the shallow wound as if she just realizes she already cut you.

You lay all your cards out on the table, “Your way ends in our demise. Slaves rebel, and that is just how things work. You agree to this now and maybe not this year, maybe not in the next five years but eventually you will change your mind and want a more equitable situation. I choose to avoid suffering this world, where I know someone I choose to care about is suffering and bound to betray me regardless of what I do.

“The attitude of the men you described earlier gives me little hope of finding another male with a similar attitude as me, alone. The only way forward for me or our children is to build something now.”

Lea gives you a blank look as if she is shocked for once, and again withdraws to sitting up on you. However, she is still holding the knife on your chest. “That is why you **** us? Numbers?”

Despite the ever present fear for your life, a bark of amusement escapes your throat, “No, I had just been tortured and nearly killed by one of those oh so common maniacs you describe. I found a single woman with a gun covering all my exits… all bet unknowingly”

You quickly add the last to try to comfort Gwen as she gasps in realization.

An excuse for **** there fails to ever be, but people naturally try to understand the materia around them with reason and logic. Sometimes they take the reasoning too far, especially when the brain is reduced with heavy emotions.

Still demure, Gwen puts a hand on Lea's shoulder. “Lea, I think he is right about the virus/Change, or whatever we end up calling it. The past was horrible, but it also was the best orgasm I have ever had. I may have been a virgin…

“… but … I think … I want him to help me forgive him... And yes I know that is crazy to want.” You try to burn that message into your neurons to remember later. Gwen is putting on a brave face in the face of her friend’s, or lover’s?, what she may consider a suicidal break down but she has issues of her own.

Lea turns to look at Gwen with a look of ridicule, “What? are you sick? You want me to forgive a man who just **** you a couple hours ago?”

You notice that Lea again refuses to include herself as a **** victim, rebuke your hypothesis, or the orgasm Gwen recounted. She seems to have noticed that as well, “You think I failed to notice how quick you were to offer surrendering yourself to become his ****? You want him to make love to you again, you just want an excuse to allow it… Forgetting that you are taking him and yourself away and leaving me alone.

“The only reason for you to think that or do that is if he was right back then. You did get off on my **** and you used him fucking you to punish yourself.”

“I realize what I am suggesting is outrageous and outlandish but maybe stop judging him; And start noticing how you placed yourself on him. You straddle him as if you are dry-humping him and yet he refuses to act on it even as you have your knife withdrawn.

“I half expected you to end up fucking each other right in front of me. You just may have if he
had actually said yes”

“Gwen I-”

You notice that while Lea blushes a very deep crimson red. However, she fails to move from her position pressing her clothed labia against your clothed painfully blood-engorged cock. She seems almost subconsciously possessive about her position.

Except, now would be a bad time to get busy and 'make love', though, regardless of how much you want.

Surprisingly Gwen gathers enough resolve to interrupt Lea and continue. Surprisingly she lets Gwen do just that, “-Enough. I know you love me but this Changed world is without fairness or justice. There is only going forward.

“I love you Lea, and I want you to accept or reject him as you choose to want; But please stop speaking for me without even asking me first. You lost the ability to expect what I want a couple hours ago. Given the orgasm he gave me, he has a better idea of what I want.”

There is little remorse in Gwen’s words even as Lea visibly flinches at the softly spoken but harsh declaration. You do feel the knife slide off your chest and hear it clatter to the floor with Lea’s **** movement of her arm.

“Considering the virus and where you are sitting; I think the suffering you have been causing him and he has been accepting, is more than enough proof to me that he is the man I want.”

Plaintively Lea retorts though softly to Gwen, “Accepting suffering with a knife at your throat is hardly as valiant as you suggest.”

“Neither does it describe the crazed maniacs we have seen already, or the man who we thought was **** me.”

Seemingly, proceeding on momentum alone Gwen looks at you and forces herself to smile warmly. “What is your name?”

Replying succinctly, “Alex Smith” is all you manage to offer. You are surprised at the outburst of emotions. And, that you fail to be alone in your thoughts on Lea's motivations.

Gwen manages to offer a more honest warm smile in gratitude, “Thank you, the mother of presumably your first child should know your name, I believe.”

Eyes turning towards Lea, Gwen finishes “I am also positive Alex deposited enough seed in me in the right way at this day in my cycle to put me in the family way.

“So please put the knife away and stop with the murderous intent to the father of my unborn child.”