Unintended Intruder - 09
"No... no Jack... no... I'm sorry... I can't come in this week. I just... Thanks Jack." Abigale hung up the phone. Co-workers had been worried about her but she had told them she needed some time. She did not specify, not wanting to rope herself into an obligation, but she knew she could now do what needed to be done.
It had taken a great deal of mutual willpower to tell Marcy good-bye and send her home. Any time they stood within five feet of each other they felt a powerful need to attack. Abigale was uncertain if it was just their new found relationship, their long lack of sexual partners, or the creatures they now carried, but sex was becoming harder to get away from.
Abigale absently rubbed her sore vaginal area and chuckled to herself. The skin had gone red and was a little swollen from all of the attention. It was obvious she would need to rest soon and let her body heal. But this was not the time. She still had much to do.
The sun had fallen below the horizon, bringing forth creatures which hummed in the night. The insectoid buzz rang a familiar cord in Abigale's body, which seemed to resonate. Turning out the lights, she opened her patio door and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool night breeze chilled the sweat on her naked skin, prickling goose-bumps to the surface.
A great liberation filled her, and for the first time in years, she felt a purpose. Nothing had ever mattered before. Not the boys who had covered her in high-school slut sauce, nor the men whom squirted their white heat into her then never called again. The job did not matter. The porn was all a temporary release. Everything in her life had been without permanence. The past consumed them all, leaving behind the gaping hole of an unsatisfied life. But now... things were changing.
Closing her eyes, naughty fingers traveled down between her legs where a gentle digit stirred moisture to the surface and brought the feeling of her deepening connection which this precious life she was carrying. A steady breath filled her with cooling night air. Knowledge gave her strength. Strength gave her direction. It was time to get ready.
Slow, measured steps took her to the bathroom where she looked hard into the mirror. The woman inside was not her... it had not been her in years. But there she was, moving the body she had lost years ago, washed away in the surges of time.
A cricket chirped from a dark corner, and the being in her body twitched in response. Without thinking, she took up her hair brush, her powders, her tweezers, and set them all to work. A dark skirt and button up blouse were drug from an old box and fit neatly over her curves. An hour later the transformation was complete, and she knew the night belonged to her.
*****
*DING*
"Hey Abby," the college kid at the front desk said. He was all smooth and scruffy, exactly as she wished him to be.
"Hey Terry, anything new?"
"Meh... the jack-rabbits are going strong but..." his voice trailed off as she sauntered up to him and leaned forward over the counter. Stretching her arms forward pushed her shapely cleavage together, and a deep breath heaved pheromones toward him. "Wow, Abby... you look... look..."
"Mmmm... you too," she said as she fluttered her lashes a bit. "Say," she said as she leaned forward a little closer, lowering her voice so only he could hear, "you wanna help me move my couch when you get off of work tonight?" Her pause allowed the request to sink in a bit but she could tell he was a little overloaded by the request and unsure he should accept. "I'll cook."
"You can cook?" he asked with an uncomfortable grin, leaning back and away from her for a moment.
"I can do a lot of things," she said as she stood back and stretched, presenting her form to his inspection. "Do you like spaghetti?"
"Uhm... sure," Terry said with a nervous laugh.
"What," Abigale said with a playful look of annoyance, "you thinking I was going to make something awesome? I'm good but I'm not that good."
"No-no... spaghetti's fine. You... uh... want me to come... over at midnight?"
"It's a date," she said as she began to sway back to the door.
*****
The twenty-four hour grocery store allowed Abigale to acquire the ingredients she needed, and she began immediately upon reaching her home. After cooking she ate a full plate and then began the process of cleaning her place just enough to make it presentable. After she cleaned, Abigale had a second plate of food. When she finished, she took a small dish from her cupboard and set it onto the floor. A quick trip to one of her special drawers allowed her to retrieve a vibrating dildo. She then straddled the container and got to work.
No fantasy was needed. A gentle buzz drifted through her as she focused on the life inside of her body. She spoke to it with her mind, telling it about Terry and the work which needed to be done. Understanding was reached when she shivered gently, and a warm stream of green goo fell from her opening and collected in the small dish. A brief examination confirmed that this was the same type of green goo the chest had contained. Now she knew why it had dried up... and a moment later she was pouring the contents into the spaghetti pot on the stove and stirring it slowly, humming the entire time with the creatures of the night.
Finally, her apartment buzzer went off and she pressed the TALK button.
"Yes?"
"It's Terry."
"Alright," she answered as she pressed the buzzer for about three seconds. In moments there was a knocking at her door and she let her young victim inside.
"Nice place," he commented as he looked around nervously, "do you want to move the furniture now or later?"
"Later's fine," Abigale said with a smile, "you should have some food first."
"Wow," he said as he sniffed, "I wasn't really hungry till I smelled that."
"Well, eat up," she told him, "there's plenty."
Again, Abigale devoured what was upon her plate. The hunger in her body was intense, but she knew she was eating for more than just herself. She needed more food, more fuel, more life for the future she planned to create.
"So how's Marcy's toy treating you?" Terry asked before sucking down more spaghetti.
"Well, I'm not giving it back," she said with a wink.
"Really?" her dinner guest said with a curious expression. "She told me to stop looking. I figured you'd given it a thumb's down."
"Nah... she just doesn't like to share."
"I'm sure she'd share with you." Abigale stopped eating, a mixture of emotions all battling to see which would be the one to take over. "I'm sorry, Abby, but it's obvious she's got a thing for you."
"Yeah," she said as she returned to a normal state.
"You ever thought of taking her up on the offer?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" Terry said with his brows in the air. "So, do you two share anything else?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
She stopped talking and let the topic hang in the air. An alluring scent wafted from him and she could tell he was thinking about it. She ate up his hunger... thinking of the evening's agenda. Her two-ton crush on this boy was working its way toward fulfillment. Ninteen years made him just a boy, in her mind, but oh... what a boy.
"Whew... I might be late to the game this weekend." With that sentence the conversation spun off of the topic at hand and into the realms of Terry's hobbies. He was a geek, by nature, but he was the type who liked to sword fight and engage in role playing activities which took him out into the woods. Their adventures were endurance tests and the muscles he gained from these quests tantalized her. Before she felt this teasing extremely unfair, but now... he was here... eating her food... laughing at her jokes... and then...
"That was good," Terry finally said as he leaned back in a sleepy manner. Abigale glanced at the clock and realized it was almost three in the morning and they had finished eating quite some time ago.
"Old family recipe," Abigale said with a confident smile.
"Care to share?" Terry asked with puppy dog eyes.
"I think I just did," she responded, barely keeping her wits about her.
"Awe... but I want it," he whined dramatically.
"You'd need to marry into the family to get it," she joked.
"I'm not ready for marriage... can I just be your consort?" Terry grinned and Abigale flushed so red that her date began laughing. It had occurred to her that there had been a plan to get him here tonight and seduce him, but now she was afraid. Like a silly schoolgirl, she looked at the floor, closed her legs, and rubbed them together.
I need him, she reminded herself. I need him... but is it right? Is it right to do this to him... like it was done to me? It is good for me... but is it good for him? Is it right? Do I dare?
Terry stood, but Abigale did not register this until he knelt and placed his hand over hers. A gasp emitted from her throat and her wet eyes looked up into his.
"D-do you know what you're doing?" she gasped as she felt his breath on her skin.
"Kinda," he admitted.
"This... this... is a bad idea," she stammered, knowing she wanted him but uncertain if she could do it.
"Yeah," Terry muttered as he moved closer, "it's a real bad idea."
The moment his lips touched hers, sparks blasted through Abigale's mind. A sudden breath drew his scent into her and created a shiver which ran through her spine to its base. The first kiss ended and for a moment they were still. She kissed him, the second time, and he responded by touching her face, her neck, and then cupped one of her ample breasts.
The coals in her body reddened as he massaged her, then she suddenly erupted with a familiar fire and lunged forward. Terry rolled back onto the floor and Abigale pounced, draping herself over him like a blanket of hormones and flesh. She kissed his lips and his neck, nibbling and teasing him in ways she knew well.
She was the more experienced love maker, and his body responded exactly as a heterosexual male's should. A quickening of breath, droplets of nervous sweat, a fierce bulge in his bluejeans.. it was like she was in high-school again. Then the affect of the green liquid broke down their inhibitors... their reservations... and sent them into a savage frenzy of kissing... then biting... then...
Abigale tore the front of Terry's shirt open and bit his nipple, sucking it hard as she ran her tongue over the hardened tip. A moment later she was being pushed back, her blouse was ripped, scattering the buttons across the floor. Hungrily he sucked on her into his mouth, causing sharp stabs of sensation to shake her, drawing gasps and blood to the surface.
Then something else came out of her. Something squirted out of her breasts and into his throat. For a fleeting moment Abigale feared this might repulse him, but instead he clenched her harder sucking... draining... feeding from her like a hungry child whose meals were too far apart.
The feeding stimulated her in ways she did not expect, and soon her panties were as moist as her lips. Pushing down with her hips, she found the bulge in his jeans, which poked her cotton layer through the bottom of her skirt. Through this she found a way to rub her clitoris on the head of his package, allowing her to masturbate herself through the fabric, increasing her sensation until her muscles clenched and fluids flowed through her writhing form.
The sudden release sent her to the floor. Rolling away, Abigale curled up into a ball and breathed deeply as she floated on a sea of endorphins. It took a moment to realize Terry was making strange sounds that she did not recognize, and when she looked back to him he appeared to be having a seizure.
"T-terry..." she gasped and he suddenly stopped and settled to the ground. For a moment, the two of them just lay there, breathing deeply, waiting for something else to happen... and then it did. "Terry?"
A deep growl resonated from Terry's throat, and he rolled onto all fours. A primal fear gripped Abigale, holding her in place. Looking into his eyes, she saw the pupils had dilated to fill the iris, veins bulged in his neck, and he grit his teeth, frothing and snarling at her like a predator about to make a kill.
Suddenly he lunged and she was pinned on her back. Fearsome muscles reached under her skirt and tore her panties away, exposing her glistening sex to the air. Before Abigale could react, Terry thrust his head between her legs and began lapping at her wetness and sucking on her excited clitoris. An excited series of screams gasped out her lips as she arched her back and clenched hard as a series of orgasms cascaded through her body. The rough way he handled her released adrenalin through her veins and she felt like she was on the verge of blacking out. Then, as a strong shutter curled her toes, the sex beast let her go and she took breath.
The sound of his zipper was followed by the shuffle of shedding fabric. Then calloused hands gripped and turned her onto her stomach. The sting of a hard spank glanced off of her right butt cheek, and then a familiar mixture of soft and hard pressed through her longing lips. Layers of liquid slickness poured over his intrusion, and guided the reckless gift into her body. Every primal thrust of pleasure quickened her heartbeat, maddening their savage selves. His flesh filled her with the feelings of a starving vessel which seemed to pull at him desperately until a rush of heat burst through her body into the core of her cradle where the little life in her body drank greedily the gift of Terry's seed.
The weight of an exhausted male settled over her back as the lesser parts of him pulsed gentle inside of her. His breathing slowed, matching the steady pace of her own. In her mind she watched the creature in her womb as it moved feelers through her cervix and began to drink the nectar which now lay within her canal. The shifting in her body and the tickling of her inner nerves confirmed this fantasy, and she giggled to herself as the bliss of a this gentler touch sent tiny tingles through nerves until her toes curled and a series of short whimpers escaped her lips.
Terry awoke to these sounds and she felt the scraping of teeth on the back of her neck as he began to suck and bite her nerve clusters once more. The slackening of his manhood filled with fresh blood, hardening him once more with a special type of vigor. The sounds of his voice grunted in time with the parts of him which collided against her opening. Wet skin slapped lewdly, together, causing her instincts to press her bottom higher into the air. This ancient display caused him to stab more deeply into her body, drawing the fleshy spear into rarely touched parts of her. The clench of her muscles encouraged his attentions and as he bore down upon her, the screams of her satisfaction filled the room and rattled the neighbors. Spurts of liquid heat geyser into her core once more. The awakened creature latched a receptacle over the tip of Terry, draining the precious gift so that none would be wasted.
They paused and settled... then quickened once more... then rested before quickening again... then again... muscles screamed in fatigue but they could not stop themselves. Like creatures in heat, they rutted. Again and again he filled her body, and each time Abigale's little creature moved out to collect it before turning the man on once more. This lasted for hours... until the creatures of the night ceased their humming... and the rhythm of day interrupted with the first glimpses of sun.