Kimberly.
"Kimberly raced out the front door, leaving it to slam shut as she slipped out and was immediately smacked with a wave of humidity that nearly floored her!
Shoving her back against the door as if to bar it from anyone possibly trying to leave, she stAood there for several long seconds, panting and wild with lingering lust and, surprisingly, an already flailing sense of wrongdoing…
She took a long breath and swallowed deeply, regaining her composure in a frankly startling display of psychotic calm that had her simply standing there, thoughts abruptly arriving back into focus.
"Holy shit… yeah… no AC would have been killer…"
She frowned, blinking, knowing that she'd just done something, well, utterly insane!
And yet, her emotions were… not so, hmmm, loud as they used to be?
A moment later and she was opening the door again, looking at William who, much like a member of the undead, had lurched to his feet and looked to have been in the process of trying to come after her.
"I'm going for a run; go back to bed, Will; this was all just a night—a wonderful dream."
Her BFF paused, blinked several times, then nodded, turning without another word as she once more closed the door, again leaning on it and letting out a long sigh.
"Fuck..."
That proved it!
She was a monster!
A molester, a rapist, a—generally bad person…
A freak who had been perfectly willing to commit acts that would see her put behind bars!
Yeah… okay, she could see how going back to work could be a serious problem for her…
Kimberly dragged a hand across her face, pulling at her flesh before propelling herself off the metal and heading for the stairs…
Maybe a little exercise would do more for her than she initially thought…
"Fuck!" She reiterated, laughing as she moved along the walkway, scrambling her hair while her voice only got louder!
"Okay Kim. Let's just pretend that didn't happen. Fresh start. You didn't do anything, he didn't do anything, there wasn't any penetration, no direct contact…" She paused, pulling in another humid breath before shaking herself out, bouncing a few times on her toes, and loudly clearing her throat to get herself in a new mindset.
It was probably one of, if not the most sticky and uncomfortable nights she could have even chosen to head out on. Not that she usually went for runs at night; their apartment did have a twenty-four-hour gym on its main floor, but she was committed at this point. Knowing full well she wouldn't be getting any sort of shuteye until something was done.
And even then, for Will's safety, she rather thought she'd need to find an outlet for other issues as well.
The streets were dark, the general lack of overhead lighting for them not terribly unsurprising given the area they were in. But it did make her question the—intelligence of trying to jog through the starkly thick gloom.
Forget stalking or being assaulted; she'd be like as not to just hurt herself out there after tripping over something she couldn't see! And running with her phone's flashlight bouncing around sort of seemed dumb… But then again, did she really have to run?
The idle thought made her slow as she stepped down the grated staircase. Kimberly coming to an outright pause as she regarded the inky expanse just faintly illuminated by the motel's exterior lights. Then, popping her lips, she considered the nearby parking lot filled with trailers before heading in their direction instead.
As she walked, she could practically feel herself slipping ever further into the shadow, as though the darkness were a tangible thing she could sense. That familiarity and acceptance she'd felt in their room returning full force as the soothing gloom calmed her.
Allowing herself to be claimed by it, they encased her, ever pulling her person deeper into its abyssal depths, hiding her from view until she felt certain that nobody staring into the pitched dark could be able to so much as garner a hint she was standing there.
It felt—good, no, that wasn't right… It felt proper… like she was meant to be lurking amidst the murk of shade and dusk in a way that just made her feel completely at ease… At once, every iota of her dormant self bloomed into being!
Kimberly revealing her true self in an explosion of shadows that felt somehow deeper than those she already rested in. The warm air was like fresh mint on her wings and tail, with even her horns and claws seeming to appreciate the opportunity to breathe and expose themselves, which…
"Mother fucker!" She hissed, glaring downwards and seeing, despite the lack of light, that her taloned toes had decided they too, wanted to come out and play…
Her shoes had been shredded where they'd punched right through, leaving Kimberly not unduly aggravated that her favorite pair of flats were now worthless…
Focusing, she retracted the toe-talons and grumbled as she saw the tips of her nails just poking through the various slits in the fabric, the little devils even having the nerve to wiggle free of their confines when she tested just how badly she'd damaged the fabric.
They weren't falling apart—yet… And for the time being, they'd probably stay on her feet but…
Well, if that didn't exclude running from the evening, then she didn't know what else would. And if heading out for a jog in a bad part of town already sounded a dubious proposition, then doing so barefoot was just the shitty icing on an even shitier cake…
Kimberly felt her wings flex and stretch with a pleasing and languid ease, taking comfort in them as she, once more, tried to clear her mind. The sensation akin to cracking one's knuckles when an excess buildup of pressure has been nagging at you for hours on end…
The relief was immediate.
She let out a long and pleasurable sigh, rolling her shoulders and the internal joints of her wings in a manner that just hit in all the perfect ways…
Then, she leapt! Bounding into the air with as high a jump as she could manage. Legs exploding with tight and eager muscles that saw her practically launched upwards as though from a cannon before her wings took over, and she flew!
Higher and higher, she rose, ascending ever deeper into the darkness above while she grinned and pushed herself harder and faster! Chasing the thrill of it all until she was gritting her teeth and dominating the air with each heavy flap of her wings!
It was exhilarating as she spun, laughing with hysteric glee! Twirling and diving into a headlong tumble, wings wrapping around her body to pick up speed before flaring wide so she might transition to an arching glide!
Kimberly was practically buoyant as she raced through the air, only finding herself momentarily concerned as she neared a set of power lines.
She pulled back up, lifting herself to a higher elevation where nothing that humanity had ever made would or could interrupt her flight. Okay, maybe skyscrapers and planes and water towers were up here, but none were near her so—moot point.
She delved headlong into an evening of joyous wonder, exploring, for the first time, the fun side of her new body, which was positively intoxicating!
It was a freedom that she'd never known herself to be missing! Like swimming but without getting wet and cold or needing to come up for breaths… Nothing in the air save bugs to sour the experience, but even then, she found that once she got beyond a certain point, insects weren't really around…
It even got cooler! The rushing wind and elevated atmosphere making her almost wish she'd actually brought her sweater, almost. Not that it would work with the wings, that was why she'd just gone with the sports bra again. But, even so, the chill on her skin wasn't so uncomfortable as to give her reason to stop…
Eventually, she found herself just resting within the dim light of the slivered moon. Leaning back against the air as her wings shifted to accommodate like an ever-present gyroscope to her designs.
It was magical…
Bathed in that subtle light… luxuriating in the pure air as it filled her with each passing breath!
She wasn't tired from her acrobatics, more—fulfilled… And now she was simply enjoying the sensation of being where nobody else could touch her…
It was empowering in a fashion… to know she could stare down upon the world below her as though they all might be ants beneath her toes… She was the apex predator of the food chain, and nothing else could so much as hope to stop her if—
"Whoa…"
She suddenly inhaled, blinking as she broke free from the dangerous and concerningly recurring fit of daydreaming to immerse herself in her conscious thought.
Kimberly decided to put a lid on where her mind had been drifting, if for no other reason than it might ruin her good mood.
She'd only just managed to let herself forget her prior lapse in control, and she really didn't want to linger on such things besides.
Still, those had been musings of an undeniably violent nature that, sooner or later, she'd need to confront. And, as she stared at the distant ground below her, taking in the various patches and zones of darkness and light, she found herself unable to wholly allow herself to offer up such a free pass…
As it happened, she knew the direction her brain flowed toward and could tell where it had desired to take her… Kimberly could, at this moment, swoop like a hawk or eagle and pluck whomever she might so desire to take without any repercussion… Flying away after slitting a throat with her claws, meal in hand, to find an adequate roost to rest in and enjoy her dinner…
"No, bad, Kimberly! We're not going right into eating people, literally night one!" Okay, maybe this was technically night two, but she hadn't remembered the first, so…
No, no, just no.
If she was hungry, which she was, surprisingly, she'd just go find a—pizza place or burger joint still open and stuff her face with fast food!
And yet, the thought of which didn't seem to present a semblance of satisfaction as she mulled over the concept and tossed around the idea of some late-night snacking… Sadly, she could tell it didn't hold the same desire as the first thought… as a—man would…
Sort of how one looked upon a drawer filled with beets and celery when one really was hankering for a lamb kabob… It just wouldn't be the same… and she knew that on a primal level that transcended mere snackieness…
She wanted what she wanted; the only problem was that it was of a decidedly illegal and… well… in all honestly, monstrous sort of nature…
The sensation of guilt that arose wasn't nearly potent enough to stop her from fantasizing over sinking her teeth into hot and bloody flesh while her meal still screamed in terror and alarm, flavoring the meat with an ever so delightful kind of spice that was—hmmm… yeah… that would hit the spot…
And yet, at the same time, a second idea and much more humane alternative piqued her interest in a way that was, in its own right, equally intriguing.
While the prospect of sweltering and fresh meat tickled her fancy rather well, there was a different sort of devouring she felt would satisfy... One that was of a more acceptable nature, in theory...
Her mind immediately, and once more, flashed to William. So large and helpless to her charms… so virile... She could be upon him again without ever letting him know until it was too late to escape her clutches! Too late before she was already riding him and laughing at his pitiful mews of pleasure—
"No, Kimmie! No!" She cried again, forcing herself free of the delightful romance and shaking herself with a furrowed brow!
She couldn't possibly take advantage of him like that! W-worse than she already had... No matter how badly she wanted to do it… Gods, she was practically dripping in her pants right now! The grinding need of her loins causing both her legs to tighten together and start rubbing…
She snarled at herself, forcing them back apart as she lowered a finger to touch between her legs, only to find a long and viscous trail of her excitement already clinging between two digits with far more viscosity and quantity than even she was known to produce…
"That's probably the fastest the engines gotten revved…" Christ, she apparently didn't even need foreplay anymore! Just the thought of breaking her pussy off on a big dig was—more than enough to get things lubricated...
"I'm a freak!" She groaned, half chuckling at the absurd insanity of it all and half entirely upset she was this horney with no available outlet. And just like the previously mentioned veggies, finishing the job herself felt altogether unappetizing…
She needed a cock.
A big veiny fucking dick!
One that would fill her to the brim with as much wonderful heat as it could pump into her!
Well, there was nothing for it to sulk and be sorry for herself or lazy about what needed to happen...
Kimberly had an itch in the old depths of the Mariana trench, and she needed a means to deal with it.
"If not Will, then—somebody…" She growled, fangs bared and eyes narrowing to predatory slits…
Her nose scented at the air as if she could somehow gauge if anyone was nearby… yet the hour was late and the night unusually dark. Somewhat overcast skies and the general poor quality of city planning in the area left the world below her in a swamp of darkness.
Sure, the occasional outdoor light appeared as tiny islands, but they were within an otherwise impenetrable ocean that surrounded them.
It sounded almost irrational, even when spoken within the confines of her own mind… And yet, she caught the faintest hints of certainty that there were indeed people within the gloom to choose from...
One male, some few kilometres away from her best and bizarre approximation, towards the east. Another, somewhere towards the small patch of woodland that she could faintly spy the outline of in a more—south-westerly direction.
"It wasn't coordinates… but rather general indications that were akin to tiny threads that she could pull on and follow. Weird, but hey, so was everything else about her new life.
And yet, just before she decided to fuck off and go chasing after a late-night booty call, she saw a most intriguing sight… Below her and, partially to her left, where the motel was at a rough ten or so minutes walk away, was a draconic glare amidst the dark. One that pulled into the nearby parking lot where others of the modern road-behemoth kin rested near each other in a semi-tight little group.
Curious, Kimberly swept down from where she lazily floated, crossing the comparative distance in what felt like a handful of seconds, keeping to the darkness as she landed on a nearby building to watch what happened next. Glowing eyes piercing the veil of darkness as though it were bright as a mid-day afternoon and fixating on the scene before her.
From within the large and custom-designed road-whale, departed a weary and exhausted-looking man of middling years and only a slight paunch to his belly.
He wasn't tall, possibly even a few inches shorter than herself… But, wore clothes that honestly weren't terribly gaudy at at least smelled appreciably clean.
A gray-plaid short-sleeve shirt, khaki shorts, and comfortable-enough-looking loafers all gave him a sort of suburban dad-vibe that, under present circumstances, was just appealing enough to presumably work for her.
The man flipped out a cigarette from his breast pocket, lighting up and leaning against the side of his ocean-blue trailer as he began to visibly unwind from a clearly long day of driving.
Kimberly grinned, figuring this was a decent enough chance as any, and daintily pushed off from her perch's edge with a lazy smirk spreading across her face. She dove through the dark, gently flapping her wings as she moved, her flight more of a slothful glide as silent as it was undoubtedly unexpected.
She felt herself drop from the sky, the toes of her feet catching her with all the grace of a cat and in a way that hardly caused a sound…
Kimberly forced her wings, horns, and claws back to as normal an approximation as she could manage before stepping through the curtains of shade and appearing right at the edge of the truck's interior lights…
"Long day?" She asked, her voice as soft and lyrical as she could make it.
The trucker jumped, his entire body jerking with surprise before he spun around with wide eyes, then paused, mouth halfway open as if to shout some obscenity.
It slowly shut a second later, then opened again to share his thoughts on the matter of her sudden appearance. "My god, lady! You scared me half to death!"
"I figured…"
"Oof," He shook himself, trying to seemingly regain his composure, "my heart is racing a mile a minute! You shouldn't leap out at people like that, kid! O-or even be out this late and especially not alone! This ain't that great a town!"
"I'm hardly a kid, and besides," Kimberly purred, offering a small and soft little smile, "I'm—curious if you're interested in a little proposition… some stress relief maybe?"
That caused the man to waver, his thoughts visibly shifted to reevaluate the situation. He was confused in a clearly blatant manner, but slowly, hesitantly, seemed to come to the realization of what she was offering.
Quickly, as though afraid he'd be tossed in the slammer on prostitution charges just for looking, his eyes darted across her form with snapshot alacrity. Failing to actually leave the area in and around her, well, prodigiously impressive chest for several long heartbeats wherein he finally swallowed and met her gaze.
"Those—contacts?" He asked, somewhat carefully, something in the back of his brain warning him of some danger he couldn't quite parse. Not specifically of a supernatural sort but it probably wasn't excluded. All the while, the rest of his thoughts doubtlessly pushed back against such notions as foolhardy.
And yet, the terror of what lurked in the dark was a genuine fear that even she had felt on occasion. One that never had any discernible grounding in reality beyond her own imagination.
But, knowing what she did now in regards to the, shall she say, supernatural, maybe those fears held within them just a touch of true value… Never quite having dissipated from a time in humanity's history when it was plagued by creatures of the night…
She grinned at him, offering a slight wink as she softly took another step closer, sliding further into the dim light with a confident sway, hands resting demurely behind her back, "Part of the whole costume, you know, it's like my special hook,"
"A hook… right… really uh, think you need one of those given…"
"Pfft! It also keeps it fun!" She laughed, eyes sparkling as her evening meal seemed to relax…
"Well… can't say I, ummm, partake in this sort of thing very often but… maybe, well… dammit... For curiosities sake, how much would it, you know, run me?"
Cost?
Cost?
Kimberly was going to do this for free!
It was for her, after all!
And if he got a little something good out of it, who cared? B-but, even she could admit that simply walking up to someone and asking for sex might be a little suspicious…
Thus, she had sort of gone in with a vague plan towards pretending at the world's oldest profession. Supposedly, it wasn't at all that uncommon, or, so she'd heard…
The issue, of course, was that Kimberly had no earthly idea what a proper number would actually be. However, the old adage that free was never free would likely be a key factor in his decision.
If there was a price to be paid, then the mind would allow for the situation to be of a transactionally familiar kind.
However, if she just asked to start sucking his dick, well, maybe he'd say yes, or maybe he'd think there were a half-dozen burly dudes hiding and ready to strip him of house and home.
Of course, his decision didn't necessarily have to matter as he was this close, and she had already proven that her body could take what it wanted when it wanted it. But, that did leave a relatively poor taste in her mouth, all things considered.
And if she had to accept his money to make both of them, not just her, feel better about the whole arrangement, then—fuck it!
Smiling wider, Kimberly moved towards the older man, sashaying in a way that arrested his gaze, eyes fixating on her swaying hips as they rocked side to side with hypnotic grace.
The man hardly even seemed to realize she was already on top of him as she rumbled in his ear, "It's six hundred for sex, and I'll make sure it's worth every—last—cent…"
So saying, she nipped at his lobe with a sultry growl, taking in a long breath from his neck before grabbing and squeezing his nethers. The poor man released a shivering groan as she held him, lazily fondling him before giving it a firm pump. Kimberly feeling the man engorge as he leaned against her, breathing deep of her pheromones and losing himself to his lust…
His face nuzzled at her breasts, shoving himself in her milky cleavage in a way that made her chuckle, pushing in as he hunched forward. The demon's other hand reaching up to gently stroke his hair…
He didn't do much after that… Bizarrely, given how much of her there was to play with, he instead just stood there, pressing his weight into her… His whole form relaxing into her as she cooed and smiled even wider.
It was too easy…
Doubtless, he lived a lonely and quite solitary life… one in which, perhaps, this had been his—only emotional contact in many years…
She hadn't noticed a wedding ring… And though not everyone wore theirs all the time, neither was there the telltale discoloration on the finger.
Her inner dominant self wanted nothing more than to kindle this hesitant flame so she might harness it, mould it, and shape it however she so pleased! It really wouldn't be hard for her; heck, it usually took her hours to get someone this desperate for her mere proximity…
He would crack like an egg the moment she applied but a breath of pressure… Willing to do whatever she asked of him, regardless of any of her demonic wiles.
Yet, there was a process she was trying to keep to.
Suddenly stepping away, she giggled with abject delight, moving to lean against the trailer like a fay trickstress in the woods. He made to chase after her, to keep himself within her embrace, but she merely reached out and cupped his cheek, holding him at arm's length while tracing long lines across his lower jaw and neck…
"Six hundred." She reiterated with a soft voice, "And you can have everything… My lips… my tits… you can use me if that's what you want, or—if you're interested in real fun, I can make you—my bitch for the evening…" Her grin was wide and filled with sharp teeth, yet he didn't even seem to notice. "Or, of course, if you'd simply prefer that I hold you tight in my arms and assure you everything will be alright, I can do that as well…"
He nodded, lost in a haze of her designs, cognisant but floaty, his entire body seeming to lean into her delicate touch, "Y-you… do you take—"
"Cash. There's an ATM in the motel's front office; I'll be here, waiting…"
Again, the trucker nodded, shivering as she released her hold, crossing her arms while smiling sweetly as her mark seemed to drift towards the interior of his truck, "I've got money in the cab… just, hold on, and I-I'll get it!"
Kimberly watched the older man jump back into his rig, crawling over the seat and into somewhere within before he came back out with a thick handful of green bills in hand, his hold on the lot of them practically shaking as he shut the door and staggered towards her.
"I-I've got eighteen hundred, cash, y-you do—those things you said for me, stay the night and hold me, and it's yours, all of it!"
"What—part are exactly referring to?"
"The umm…" He swallowed, looking somewhat nervously at his feet, "The um, the holding bit… the cuddling and, what not… you know, what were just doing…"
"Oh! You poor man… You are lonely… aren't you?" She didn't wait for him to reply, simply stepping close, accepting the proffered money, which she tucked in her bra. Then, wrapping him in her arms, she held him tightly as her ungodly and sinful breasts squished between them, offering a real and genuine hug as she tightened.
She almost felt bad about what happened next; well, she didn't have proof of what would transpire, but there had been a sort of precedent… So, she decided then and there that she'd at least offer him what he wanted. Allowing the lonely trucker to simply enjoy the moment, take comfort in her proximity and lose himself in the embrace.
Bizarrely, by the time she even reached to touch him in a manner beyond some light petting, he was straining through his shorts with an erection that had to be positively painful!
But, he had asked for a more delicate touch, and despite what some might assume of a dominatrix, a silken hand, when applied correctly, could leave someone at her complete mercy without ever needing to resort to—harsher treatment.
Kimberly felt his breaths slow to a leisurely crawl, his heart not racing a mile a minute but with a much more relaxed and tranquil beat. He melted against her, all his weight held in her unexpectedly strong arms.
And when she began softly gracing his cheek and neck with tiny but languid pecks, he leaned up to look at her with the widest puppy-dog eyes she'd ever seen.
It was—adorable…
Yet when she pressed her plush and plump lips upon his own, Kimberly felt something primal emerge within herself that erupted to the surface, refusing to be denied!
A mewling moan was all that escaped the trucker's mouth as he gave himself to her, surrendering quite willingly to the alien force that invaded him in the form of her tongue, allowing her to push it further and further, unwilling or unable to fight back or to struggle for his life!
After all, wasn't this what he'd always wanted?
Before long, it wasn't he who was leaning forwards, but her, holding him by his hips as his body drifted away from existence itself! Folding backwards as far as his spine would allow as muscles atrophied and his heart, bless its attempts to keep him living, winked its final beat while Kimberly feasted upon something so—indescribable it could only be likened to ambrosia…
She felt it trickle from deep within his throat, gently gliding along her serpentine tongue that wrapped her victim within its firm embrace while gestating back and forth along its length and down to his throat.
From there, she felt herself filling! Felt that void so deeply troubled and frustrated by a lack of something she couldn't have really put her thumb on… But, this was it! This was what she'd wanted!
And, despite the pair merely sharing a kiss, Kimberly felt her loins tremble with euphoric joy and ecstasy, the likes of which she couldn't ever remember feeling!
Her fluids gushed from between her legs in a sloshing mess of orgasmic wonder!
Eyes rolling with a filthy moan of depravity!
Her voice rising with full-bodied, wracking shudders as her muscles convulsed as they both toppled to the asphalt!
Kimberly wrapped both legs around the shrinking man in her arms, clinging tight as if to trap him!
To keep him from escaping!
Pelvis grinding against whatever it could manage to press against until the very last of his essence was slurped down her gullet, and Kimberly screamed!
Her voice piercing the heavens!
A rapturous choir of abominable transgression against all that might consider itself to be—holy…