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Chapter 9
Jacob no longer dreamt of the throne in the dark place. Aurora had seen to it that his wanderings in the ethereal dream world no longer occurred once his eyes closed. She had claimed that the world didn't need his presence and that the dangers far outweighed any benefit. Though she never elaborated as to what those dangers were. As Jacob lay in bed, he thought about that change.
Aurora hadn't replaced his dreams with anything. Every time he slept now, all he experienced was nothing. At least he woke refreshed, but he felt something left him now, but couldn't name what that was.
The house was quiet. It had been since the night before. He could still hear the echoes of his father's screams, but they didn't bother him. In fact, the house itself felt like a crypt now. He sat in his bed, staring at the wall and wondering about the death of his father.
The man, a strong abusive alpha type man, went out like a bitch. He could still hear the sounds of bones snapping and the whimpers of pain his father made in protest to his plight. True to form, Aurora feasted on the man wholly. Her monstrous form of morphable pink flesh was something to behold. She always looked like a horror movie monster whenever she took that form. Possesing an alien yet female-looking humanoid body with many flailing tentacles, mouths, and razor-sharp teeth embedded in an unspeakable number of places paired with a wholly different type of hunger that constrasted with her sexual one. She had consumed his father with that raging hunger.
Aurora left later that night to take care of Ms. Devons and hadn't returned. She had only looked at him with blue in her eyes. A probable sign of contentment or maybe sadness. He couldn't tell which. After she left, he inspected and found nothing of his father left. After that, he passed out strangely calm and horny.
He stretched and hoped the abused teacher fared well. His father had done an undeniable number on her. Today was a school day and he didn't feel like going. Left alone with no pick me up, he felt depressed.
Oh sure, he had that feeling before, but today, this feeling felt different. A need for worship filled him. Aurora swore such a thing should be done daily and multiple times. Yet, she left him to his own devices more and more. The doorbell rang, surprising him. Getting up from his bed, he moved quickly downstairs.
The doorbell rang again.
"Hold on, hold on," he yelled out. An annoyance grew in him as he went to the front door. While he didn't currently have anything particularly nice on, consisting of a solid blue t-shirt and pair of solid black shorts, he would still open the door.
Another ring and he grasped the door knob hard. A deep breath and he quelled his rising anger at the situation. Who would ring the bell so insistently this early in the morning? A heavy sigh and he pulled the door open, making sure to keep the locking chain in place.
"What?"
His words were meant to cut through the air with warning in them. He did not like the impatience of a door bell being rung. To his surprise, standing there in front of him in a dress was Meredith.
"Is that the proper way to greet a lady, Jacob?"
"What?"
He replied holding a hand up to block the bright light. Before clearing his vision, the cop pushed him back. While blinded still, he heard the door close. A vice-like grip grabbed his arm and pulled it down. Soft lips on his stifled the pain he felt from the vice-like grip digging into his skin.
A passionately invasive french kiss ensued and being that Jacob didn't want to end it, he fell into the deep kiss expecting it to lead to more of it. When Meredith's lips and elongated tongue pulled away, he growled in frustration.
"Now, now, hold on there, Jacob," Meredith said with a laugh. "I was only sent to fetch you. Aurora needs you over at my place."
"I have school," he said, angrily shifting as his throbbing cock strained against the fabric of his shorts.
"Skip it," Meredith replied with a shrug. Only now did he see how she looked. Her blond hair was much longer and she was in her police uniform. But it got a little tight in the top as he could see where the buttons strained in her shirt. Her pants also had a crease that said they were too small in the legs. She must have been uncomfortable with how she carried herself. Nakedness only a few buttons away.
Jacob let out another groan. For a species that needed to worship constantly, they seemed to put such an important thing on hold a lot. Sighing, he raised an arm up.
"Fine, let's go."
"You need to get changed first. Spruce up a bit. Aurora has a big surprise for you."
"She always has something," he growled before storming off to the upstairs. He showered quickly, groaning the whole time in discomfort. His cock throbbed heavy and hard down his leg. Balls full and swollen, he twitched in pain every time he touched them. Washing made him constantly wince, but there was no telling what adventure Aurora was sucking him into.
After his shower, a task which he did not rush, he took his time to find a nice outfit. For Jacob, a nice outfit meant putting on a collared polo and some khaki pants. A look that he never wore before, but always wanted to. Jacob's wardrobe before the change didn't include dressing nice. He had bought the clothes on a whim thinking or hoping to wear them for an occasion. There never existed an occasion before or one he could make up an excuse for.
Sitting on his bed, he pulled out from underneath it a few shoe boxes. Another few purchases and most of these were on a whim too. But one particular pair would be perfect for the occasion. After pulling out more boxes, he finally pulled out the one he wanted.
The box itself did not look like the others. Thick and heavy with intricate designs scrolled across it. A red box with black swirls that were raised to the touch. With a smile, he opened the lid and pulled out shoes that mimicked the box in design. At almost a grand in cost, the smell of new leather pleasantly filled the air.
"Jacob," Meredith's voice sang up the stairs. "You're taking too long."
"Yeah, yeah," he replied, briefly looking up from the shoes. A memory of a time of his where his father yelling up the stairs suddenly popped into his mind, making him cringe in response. The house seemed quiet now. Even the sound of the AC circulating did little to dissipate how empty the house felt.
He selected the nice pair of shoes and started putting them on after pulling out the paper inserted in them. Noting as he went about slowly putting them on, he thought about how the weight felt nice in his hands, the quality of the leather of the shoes, and the wonderful smell of newness. To finish up his outfit, he fished out a black colored watch that matched his outfit with its silver etched details. After a quick look in the mirror of the bathroom, he was satisfied with the results. He walked down the stairs.
"About time," Meredith said to him before she even laid eyes on him. He knew she was waiting in the living room and when he walked in, her expression quickly changed.
"That's what took you so long?" she said.
