Author's Note
: This installment is a bit of a break from the usual subject matter, requested by my muse. While the character is the same one from my
Jackie's Sexy Adventures
erotica anthology, this is set in a different timeline, a timeline where her assailants are of a more fantastical nature.
Likewise, this story contains elements that may be uncomfortable for readers (beyond the noncon stuff) including a nonhuman partner, knotting, veering dangerously close to incest. Due to strong personal beliefs, I must reiterate that I do not condone the actions taken within this story by select characters- they are meant to be purely titillating fantasies, and outside of fantasies they are inexcusably evil. All characters depicted are 18 or over.
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It was about six in the evening when Jackie heard the explosion. Well, actually the statement was inaccurate on both counts. She felt the rumble as it shook her cubicle, rather than actually hearing it, and thus had no idea there was an explosion.
Stretching in her seat, she let out a long sigh and rubbed her bleary eyes. It seemed she was going to be in for another late night working on debugging the new password verification software the company was rolling out. At least the overtime was nice.
A half hour or so passed after the mystery rumble when her dry lips became too hard to ignore. Smacking them, she silently bemoaned her ridiculous fluid intake.
Getting up out of her seat, she strolled down the empty hallway and towards the kitchenette. Everyone else had already left the building, and the automatic dimmers left much of the office in twilight. She liked the strange quiet, in its own way.
The kitchenette still had the little tv on the counter on. She spared it only a quick glance as she opened the minifridge and went rooting for a water bottle. Unscrewing the cap, she leaned against the counter and took a long pull, sighing in relief.
The word 'explosion' caught her attention, and she looked back at the tv. Some talking head on the local Fox News outlet was saying a small biological research center downtown had an industrial accident. No foul play suspected.
Sure enough, straining her ears she could now hear the faint whine of sirens. Looked like overtime had its small favors- at least the traffic would be back to normal by the time she was ready to head out.
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She wouldn't have believed that in the last hours of the day her round booty was being watched keenly and hungrily by an intelligence sort of like her own, yet just as lustful; that as she sipped her water and jutted out her chest to stretch she was being scrutinized and desired from outside the window of the office.
Her stalker raised one of its tails and pressed the sharp tip against the window. Soundlessly, it sliced a perfect circle in the glass, then dug its claws in to secure it. Without a sound, it pulled the barrier away, and stuck its face through the hole.
The scent of her sex was intoxicating. Borrowed instincts and desires stirred within its heartless chest, mixing with the urge of its prime genetic donor. Yes, she was the perfect incubator, and it would breed her.
But it would also enjoy itself first.
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Jackie was almost done with her water bottle when the lights in the main hallway turned back on. A frown crossed her face- the lights were triggered by motion sensors, but she was the only one in the building at this hour. Did someone forget their laptop or something?
Tossing the bottle in the bin, she stepped out into the hallway and looked across the sea of cubicles, but saw no one. The office was just as quiet as before, yet not quite as still, and that worried her.
The young Thai woman rubbed her arms, suddenly cold despite her thin sweater. Straining her ears, she could now hear the faint moan of wind, and its uneasy call sent a chill up her spine. She followed the sound, after a moment's hesitation.
It wasn't hard to find the source. A near-perfect circle about the width of a trashcan had somehow been cut into one of the big windows that served as an office wall, and through it came the cool March evening breeze, flapping her pencil skirt.
She didn't bother to theorize what could've done it. Didn't matter if it was a cat-burglar, a strange accident, or whatever. She was getting the fuck out of here.
Slipping off her heels, she half-ran, half-walked towards her cubicle, stooping a little in case someone or something was looking for her. The chill was worse, now, and she felt her nipples poking at her sweater, unencumbered by a bra.
Her cubicle was thankfully unoccupied, and she slipped inside in a rush, grabbing her purse and her keys, making sure to hold the latter directly in her hand to not make a sound. No chance of taking the elevators- she was going to take the stairs.
A low sound caught her notice, and she spun around to the doorway. As soon as she did, a strangled yelp escaped her.
Something
crouched in the doorway. How to describe it? There was no real natural equivalent to the creature. It was as dark as the night, with silver highlights in its chitinous flesh visible at certain angles. In some places, its hide looked like a skeleton, in others the guts of a great rusty engine. From its shoulders hung what looked like tails, though they seemed more like woven cable than anything else.
It regarded her with a frightfully human face. Or, at least the facsimile of one- it seemed more a death mask of hammered silver, still and unmoving, with holes where the eyes should've been. Instead of hair, its oblong head was adorned with a quartet of curved horns whose shapes were practically phallic.
"Oh fuck," Jackie said, still as statue. Her heart pounded in her ears. "Oh fuck."
Then it
moved
, crab-walking a few paces towards her, and slowly rose. Jackie had always been a short woman, but she could've been as tall as Michael Jordan and still come up short before this thing.
It loomed over her, taking up the entire universe in her eyes. Its face was so close it could've leaned forward and kissed her, and Jackie now realized that it
could
, for the damn thing had lips. Not the lips of an animal, but full, almost sensual lips.
One of its long tails slithered on the floor, moving between her legs. Jackie stayed dead-still, afraid of what a sudden move might do. If it wanted food, it could've killed her already, and if it was seeing if she was a threat to its territory, she was not going to give it a reason.
The tail rose, pushing her skirt up, and Jackie whimpered as its side pressed against her groin, while the blade pressed flat between her shoulder blades. Only her black panties separated her nethers from its cold flesh, and she felt a pang of disgust at the thought of it directly touching her.
The tail shifted, pressing harder against her cunt, and Jackie let out a little squawk. The creature reacted to that, a seven-fingered hand slowly rising up and gripping her entire face in its palm. She began to breathe heavily, fearing that she'd finally provoked it.
Its other hand moved much more quickly, hooking into the neck of her sweater and ripping it down, baring her pert tits to the air. The tail pressed her closer, and as the creature lowered its full lips towards her nipple that she realized with dawning horror that it was not here for food or fight.
It was here to
fuck
.
A great hand grasped her breast, squeezing it almost painfully as cold lips found her dark nipple. Its flesh was slick and slimy against her skin, and she shuddered at the feel. The creature sucked at her tit, working her thick nub with surprising dexterity, then moved on to the other. Jackie's breathing became uneven, heavy with fear... and unwanted arousal.
The tail at her back pulled away unexpectedly. The creature suddenly let go of her, stepping back as it turned its head at something unseen and unheard. Its inattention spurred Jackie into motion, like a fire lit under her ass, and she found the power to run.
To her, it seemed like a miracle she even got out of the cubicle. There was hardly a shred of logic left, only animal terror as she sprinted towards the stairwell. No angry shriek or heavy footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned to see it was still in her cubicle, staring at her.
She was almost to the stairs when it finally crouched down, and raced after her, taking three seconds to clear what'd taken her sixteen. She screamed as its tails snared itself about her midsection, practically folding her in half as it stopped her run. She sprawled to the floor, slick chest heaving as she tried to crawl away backwards. That, too, was put to an end when it grabbed her legs with its iron hands.
Its tails wrapped about her chest, just below her breasts, and Jackie was secured in place, freeing the beast to rip away her skirt. A lone silver talon pulled at the hem of her panties, and neatly sliced it down the middle without leaving a single nick in her pallid skin.
Jackie jolted in her skin as its head suddenly went between her legs. She could hear it sniffing at her cunt, yet she felt no breath upon her skin, and the unnaturalness of it all only made the pit of ice in her stomach all the more frigid.
The creature grabbed her hips and lifted her lower half up into the air, forcing her into an awkward angle. It adjusted its grip so that it held her thighs in its long hands, the fingers still managing to touch as they wrapped about her legs. Jackie wallowed in dread in what lay next.
Her fear was rewarded when its lips found those of her nethers, kissing and sucking at her folds. She writhed in its grip, but she could hardly budge an inch as it enjoyed her. Its tail tightened about her chest, smearing cold slime under her breasts.
The creature stopped, then opened its mouth, and Jackie let out a low moan of terror as a tongue, drenched in slime and pulsating, emerged. It looked almost exactly like a dick- hell, maybe it