"Thank you for the ride. Not many women would pick up a hitchhiker--especially a woman your age."
Danielle made a face at the comment. She wasn't young. At 37 years old, she thought she was getting old, in fact. She did look good for her age. She had large breasts, a relatively trim waist considering she was a mother of three teenage boys, thick thighs, and a bubble butt she worked on three times a week when she made it to the gym. Certainly, she looked better than her husband, who had let himself go completely. His sex drive had dwindled years ago, which was fine for Danielle since his sex appeal did too.
"Well, I don't think I would have if you were a man," Danielle replied with a friendly smile. She drove slowly down the highway through the downpour of rain. It was already difficult to see through the thunderstorm, and with night quickly approaching, it would be impossible once dark.
"Funny, I was hoping a man would pick me up," the hitchhiker said. Her alto voice was even and calm.
Danielle raised an eyebrow at her. The woman wore a black spaghetti-strapped top that was soaked and clung to her braless breasts. The short skirt she wore rode up her hips revealing her creamy thighs all the way up to her ass. Her black fishnets and high heels were the final nail in the coffin.
"You aren't, um, working are you? I mean--it's fine if you are its just, um..." Danielle's words trailed off as she became uncomfortable.
The woman giggled, her gold-hooped earrings bouncing as she covered her laughter with a hand. Danielle had to do a double take at her ears as she thought she noticed something odd but couldn't tell. Her black hair draped over her shoulders, covering them.
"I am, but not in the way you are thinking," she said.
"I don't understand."
"That's okay..."
Danielle wasn't scared, but she grew increasingly uneasy with this hitchhiker she rode with.
"I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. I'm Danielle."
"I know," the woman replied, looking out the window.
"And your name?"
"Azrael," she said, turning to face her. The woman's eyes seemed to morph from ocean blue night black and then fiery red in an instant. The sight startled me and the car began to shake as she swerved off the road and onto the rumble strip along the shoulder.
"Oh!" she yelped and righted the vehicle into the lane. "S-Sorry, it, um, it's getting too dark out. And with this rain, um, I'm going to pull into the next rest stop."
"Sure, Danielle," Azrael said, her voice as smooth as silk. "Let's do that."
From the corner of Danielle's vision, she saw Azrael tuck her raven hair behind her ear and couldn't help but look. To her shock, she saw not a human ear but one closer to that of an elf from a fantasy movie. Round and delicate at the bottom, but a sharp, tall point at the top. Several piercings dotted the ear, traveling all the way to the top.
Something happened though the minute Danielle laid eyes on this strange woman's ear. A warmth struck her sex like a slap and began to grow. She adjusted in her seat as she saw a sign for an upcoming exit, but the warmth grew hotter and permeated throughout her body.
"I'll, um," Danielle cleared her throat, "I'll take this exit."
"This will do," Azrael said without looking at her. Danielle was thankful for that because she could hardly sit still.
Clenching her ass cheeks and loosening them, her hips tingled. Her breasts felt like lines of electricity traveled around the curves straight to her nipples.
Danielle took the exit and fought to keep her eyes from rolling backward at the intense pleasure building inside her.
"Oh, Christ..." she whispered breathlessly.
"Did you say something?" Azrael asked. A coy smile was on her lips.
"N-No," was all Danielle could respond with as she struggled to keep the car straight and pulled into the rest stop parking lot. Sheets of water covered her windshield, making it difficult to see. She chose the first spot she came to ensure she didn't crash. "S-Sorry. Something is, I don't know--Mmm!"
Without warning, Azrael moved across the center counsel and kissed Danielle like she had never been kissed. Azrael's hand gripped her face by the cheeks as her tongue pushed deeper into her mouth. By the time Danielle realized what was happening, Azrael had crossed over to the driver's side of the vehicle and mounted her.
"Mmmm--gahmmmm! What are you doing?" Danielle demanded after several seconds of making out.
Azrael pushed her lips down Danielle's neck and behind her ear, making the warmth travel up from her body to her throat. Her cheeks became flush, and a sudden wave of vertigo overcame her despite her still sitting down.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Azrael asked. Her voice was as devious as anything Danielle had ever heard. The young woman made an exaggerated effort to sniff Danielle's chest all the way up to her throat and behind her neck. "Mmmm... I can smell you oozing between your thighs."
"What? No, I'm not--" Danielle shook her head and turned away from Azrael's kisses. The hitchhiker only responded with a giggle of delight, like she was reveling in the defiance.
"I can taste you in the air..." she purred and planted passionate kisses on the mother's throat beneath her chin. "What has it been? Fourteen days, seven hours since your last orgasm..."
"How did you--I mean, what are you--don't--" Danielle tried to resist, but the flood of euphoria was turning her face red.
Azrael licked up to her opposite ear and sucked on it. "A year and seven months since you had a cock in you... God, I don't know how you mortals do it. I can barely stand to go a day without a proper fuck. No wonder I'm drawn to you."
Azrael lowered the back of the driver's seat so Danielle could lie down when she felt the first touch between her legs. She was on her way home from work, so she still wore her black skirt and white blouse--modest work attire--and yet, Azrael must have managed to slit a hand up her skirt and was rubbing circles on her clit through her panties.
"No, I'm not--I'm not--Oh, God, but I'm not a lesbian... shit," Danielle cursed as the building pressure she felt between her thighs could only mean one thing. "Oh my god... oh fuck! Wait, wait, wait--oh god!"
Danielle's eyes rolled backward as a convulsion came over her body. Her thighs went wide as a spurt of juices exploded from her pussy lips, drenching her panties.
Oh fuck, I haven't squirted in years!
The orgasm was so sudden and powerful that the mother of three couldn't recall where she was or who she was with for several minutes afterward.
It was only when she realized her panties were being pealed to the side and her slit was being fingered again did she open her eyes. Azrael's face hovered inches over Danielle's, and she looked hungry. It was as if Azrael was swallowing every sound and expression Danielle made and loving it. Azrael's hands groped both of Danielle's breasts. In the chaos of everything, her blouse had been ripped open.
Oh god, what is happening to me? I'm basically naked in my car in the middle of a rest stop being ravaged by this... woman?
"I am not a woman," Azrael replied as if she could hear her thoughts.
"What? What does--oh god, I can't focus when you rub my clit like that. Fuck--oh god..."
"Do you like that? Mmm, you sound like you'd make such a good slut if you just allowed yourself to be who you are," Azrael moaned as she pinched both of her nipples while circling her clit. "I bet this pussy could swallow so much cum."
"What? No, I--" Danielle started but a sudden realization struck her and sent her heart hammer in her chest before her mind even understood what was going on.
Danielle looked down and saw both of Azrael's hands groping her breasts, her fingers pinched and pulled on her motherly nipples. And yet, Danielle felt the circular pressure rubbing on her clit--
How?
The devious smile grew on Azrael's lips as she followed the woman's train of thoughts. Suddenly the rubbing stopped and a rope like thing curled and appeared over Azrael's shoulder.
Shock and horror sprouted on Danielle's face as she tried uselessly to scoot back in her chair.
Oh my god! She--she has a tail! She has a tail! Her tail has been fingering me!
Azrael leaned back on her knees as she allowed a sharp giggle to bounce from her lips. Clearly, she was enjoying every minute of this.
"What is that? W-What are you?" Danielle stuttered as she lay frozen and terrified.
"I am... lust given form," Azrael said as her hands pulled her black hair back into a messy bun, giving full view to her elvish ears. At Danielle's angle and Azrael's wide smile, she could see pointed teeth near the back of Azrael's mouth that instilled an icy fear. "Relax, my child. I'm no danger to you... and I am a pure woman in every way that matters to you..."
The tip of her tail looped under her arm, and the leaf-shaped tip ran down the center of Azrael's shirt, slicing it in half and letting it fall from her body. Her perfectly sculpted breasts swayed over Danielle as Azrael's hands returned to Danielle's breasts. Danielle was in the middle of imagining how sharp her tail was to do that and how quickly this--thing could cut her to bits when a dizzying spell of arousal struck her for a second time, clearing her thoughts.
