Pulling both men into the room with her, Susan’s smile never
left her pursed lips when she focused on one of them, pulling him in for a
fierce kiss before playfully shoving him onto the couch against the wall with a
playful giggle. Falling to her knees, she forced the man’s legs wide and
fumbled with his belt, her smile going wider when she pried his fly open and
pulled his pants down his waist.
“Damn lady, didn’t think Mark left you THIS thirsty.”
Susan didn’t so much as answer so much as began swirling her
tongue around his cock while pulling the thin straps of her cocktail dress down
to free her breasts and pull away for only a second to wrap his erection in her
cleavage. Sucking him off even harder and forcing him to practically tug at her
scalp, her smile widened when the other man pulled her hips up and peeled beck
the rest of her dress to expose her nethers and rear before lining himself up
with her and thrust hard into her pussy. The man in front hissed in shock when
Susan bit down on his junk but leaned back when her expert tongue slithered and
wrapped around his length in a way he never experienced in his life.
As soon as she started sucking him off again, the man gripping
at her hair loosened his hold and leaned back to enjoy the sensation.
“Holy SHIT you are squeezing me like a vice!” Huffed the man
mounting her from behind, wincing every time she squeezed her inner muscles, almost
like she was keeping him from pulling out. “You think that’s awesome Carl? Her
tits are something else…”
Ignoring their banter, Susan had become single minded,
growling with pleasure with the man’s cock in her mouth, she was trying to coax
them both into cuming hard into her. After minutes of over stimulation, the man
trapped between her breasts erupted down her throat, forcing her to swallow all
of it. When he felt her inner muscles grip him like a vice, the other man
wheezed out when he too reached his limit, firing off one load after another into
her starving womb. Pulling away from the cock in her mouth with a pop of her
red lips, Susan’s eyes rolled back and fluttered, her own orgasm rocking
through her entire body with each surge into her pussy. But it wasn’t enough, STILL
not enough.
“Wooh! Hot damn bitch, you are something else!” Called out
the man on the couch, high-fiving Carl as he slowly dislodged from her. “Damn
straight Frank, I knew we’d find a loose one in a club like this.” Staggering
back to sit in the single chair near the lounge table, Carl collapsed onto the
thing, trying to catch his breath. “More…” Purred Susan, sitting up from her
spot to turn around and swing her leg around Frank’s waist to sit in his lap
and aim his still erect cock into the folds of her pussy. Before he had a
chance to say anything, she sunk down on him all the way to the hilt. “Holy
FUCK Carl, you weren’t kidding!”
Pulling up her dress over her head and tossing it aside,
Susan grabbed Franks hands and mashed them against her breasts while she combed
her own through her long blonde hair, tossing her locks back and forth, moaning
out loud with every grinding motion of her hips. By now her heart was booming
in her chest so hard she could feel it in her ears. She felt so close, so close
to finally being satisfied, it was like reaching for something just outside the
slip of her finger tips, so close she could almost touch it. “Grrroaaaar!”
Pressing her back against Frank, she pulled him into a fierce kiss that made
his eyes bug out when her tongue slithered into his mouth and swirled with his
own. “Harder… HARDER… I’m not fucking fragile, MORE!” Getting up from the
couch, Frank positioned Susan on all fours on the couch while he thrust hard
into her savagely from behind. Her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her moans
only grew louder, hoarse with effort until she felt him go stiff and fire off a
second volley of cum into her, her own orgasm following a split second later
and making Susan see stars before collapsing with the heavy man on top of her.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! MARK!!!”
Fluttering her eyes open, Susan found that in her final peak
of orgasmic pleasure, her control over her powers slipped and the bubble of
invisibility she had around Mark’s corpse had given way, revealing the limp
body at the far corner of the VIP lounge, his eyes still wide with horror. Getting
up from his seat and scrambling to get his pants back on, Carl fell to his knees
doing so, still in shock at finding his naked friend dead. “What the fuck
happened here? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MARK?!”
Hissing with a sneer, Frank looked down to find the blonde
tanned woman look up at him with yellow reptilian eyes, just when a row of
spines sprouted out of her back and impaled him through the chest and out his
back. Gurgling blood out of his mouth and twitching in hid death throes, Susan
dislodged her spines and tossed the man off her to let slip to her other form;
her long blonde hair coiling into slithering tentacles while her skin became
murky translucent green ribbed scales. Getting to her clawed feet and brandishing
taloned fingers, Carl didn’t even have time to scream when she lunged for him and
sliced his neck clean open, spraying blood in an arc that continued to spurt
and spray while his head dangled over his shoulder before collapsing into a
bloody heap.
Breathing hard and hissing with fanged teeth, Susan looked
down to her gore drenched fingers and licked them clean, her long prehensile
tongue tasting the coppery flavour. But then, her eyes blinked, the haze of
lust and predatory urges left her in an instant of confusion and shock,
followed by stomach churning horror when she looked down at herself and the
three corpses that laid at her feet. Her screams nearly made the windows crack.
“Oh my GOD!... What happened? Who did this?!”
It was like she had just woken up from a pleasant dream only
to wake up to a nightmare, the memories rushing back to her even as she
staggered back and pressed against a wall only to slid down to collapse into a
heap on the floor, her eyes tearing up. “Me… They died because of ME!” She had
absolutely no doubt that she had done this, all of it. In her all consuming
need to have sex, she had killed three men… No! FOUR men, scrambling over to
the one-sided windows that over looked the club, she could already see the
police arrive with paramedics. The club owner’s men probably lost their patience
and found that their employer now had a hole in his head that you could see
through his wide-open mouth. Her eyes wide, she knew she couldn’t stay here.
She already killed four men just so she could get sexual satisfaction, what
would happen if she were cornered or threatened?
Steeling herself, she closed her eyes and bent the light
around her body, turning her invisible. Opening the door to the VIP lounge,
Susan looked around the hall and quickly made her way down the hall to the
emergency stairs. It took her only a few minutes to run down the stairs to the
emergency back exit and kick it open.
Breathing in the cool night air and stink of the alley way,
Susan ran as fast as she could down the alleys to return to the Baxtor
building. Her speed was incredible as she ran faster than she ever remembered
being able to, exiting one alley to jump over the roof of a passing car to
another before leaping off and disappearing into another alley.
But then suddenly she felt something, almost like a knife
twisting in her insides. Stumbling back to lean against a brick wall, her
invisibility failed her when her concentration fell to her rapidly swelling naval.
Panting and slipping down to the dirt and grim beneath her, Susan gasped when
her hands were pushed apart by the swelling growth of her stomach. “Oh no… no,
no, no NO!” Despite her protests she already knew what was happening. Her breasts
swelled larger and heavy, filling with mother’s milk while her hips creaked
even wider to make room for her growing womb. A womb that was growing faster
and larger, more so than the last time. Looking down over the slopes of her now
G cup breasts she could make out murky forms underneath the flesh of her
stomach, kicking and jolting as they continued to grow inside of her. Moaning
with a flutter of her reptilian eyes, she cried out with a hiss when her water
suddenly broke and the painful need to push overtook her.
*
It was 4 in the morning when Susan managed to get back home,
it was difficult being able to sneak into the building unseen and use the
elevator to get to the sublevels. When the doors slid open, Susan sighed,
letting her invisibility go so that she could pad into the large space, just
when four of her newly born toddlers scampered past her to explore the new
space while her fifth child continued to nurse from her left nipple. Five
children, in the span of 30 painful minutes she had given birth to five inhuman
children in that filthy alleyway. Making her way to the middle of the room,
Susan slowly lowered herself to the floor and cradled her son in her arms while
the rest of her kids explored. Emotionally drained and exhausted, Susan lowered
herself to lay on her side.
She almost didn’t notice the rest of her brood gather up to
rest with her, like some mother cat with her kittens pressing up against her
now smooth navel and large warm breasts. She didn’t know what to do, but for
now she was too tired to do anything but sleep.