I can’t believe Destiny has me out here in the middle of the night, Imani Thomas thought as she slowed her car on the dark highway.
The almost bare tree branches slummed over the damp pavement. Their creeky stances look as if they were leaning in to snatch anything that came into their reach. The dark clouds added to the omnious feel of this oncoming dark night.
Through the dim headlights of her red Kia Rio, Imani could see scattered fallen leaves of orange and brown. Oddly, they were undisturbed as though there hadn’t been any foot or tire traction for a long time.
In the day time, Imani might have thought this road through the woods would be a beautiful autumn photo. Something to display on her laptop’s screensavers. But, in the late evening, when the only light available came from the occasional shine of the silver moon, Imani felt like this was the last place she would want to be alone.
Too many horror films start out with people being in the woods, in some raunchy cabin with no cell reception, she thought. And everyone knows the black character is always gonna die first! That’s why my ass stays in the city. There are lights and people to run to get help from. Plus, I’m not the only black person in a 100 mile radius.
The only reason why Imani was out there now was because her best friend was stranded at a Halloween party. Earlier, Destiny had called frantically for Imani to come get her. she couldn’t not help out her girl.
Now that Imani had been driving for 30 minutes in this nightmarish country area, she wondered how much longer she had to go. And how much time she could give it before she could turn back around to leave, returning to the safety of the city with, or without, her friend.
She sat up in her car, close to the steering wheel. Her body tense as she peered into the darkness that laid a few feet in front of her.
I have to be close to the cabin, she thought worriedly. Her hand automatic reached to the back of her nape. Her index finger poked a long reg nail into the bottom of her small bun, scratching at the itch that crawled under a tiny spot on her scalp. Then, she subconciously smoothed up any short black hair that may have loosen out of her tight bun. A quick and easy fashion decision she had made before leaving her house.
When Destiny had called her, Imani was in her pjs and enjoying a a bowl of popcorn with sour patches as she watched, “The Burbs'”. She wasn’t big on horror so, a comedy about murdering your neighbors was as close as she was planning on being scared that Halloween. Well, until now, she thought.
Soon, Imani spotted something posted near the side of the shadowy road. She stopped the car at a small wooden sign that read: Mt. Cielo Way. As she stared down the pitch-black dirt path near the sign, Imani body went cold. She couldn’t see any nearby cabins.
When she had first come off the I-80, there were cabins spread out every 10 feet. Lights of the evening activities of the residence had falsely reassured Imani that this would be a simple pick up. However, the longer she had remained on this road the less signs of people were seen. Imani hadn’t noticed a house in the past 15 minutes.
She warily looked down Mt. Cielo Way and started to have second thoughts. This girl has me going down an empty road where any fool with a rope or a machete could jump out at me.
Imani took a deep swallow and reluctantly turned down the side path. Her headlights illuminated the shrubs and trees that laid along the dark road.
“I’ll give her 10 more minutes before I turn back around and Destiny calls her ass a taxi cab,” Imani said to herself.
She wished she had her boyfriend there with her. Gabriel was in Reno at a weekend camp retreat with his family. Imani wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t invited her up there. He knew she wasn’t the camping type, and besides, they had only started dating a few weeks ago. It was a bit soon to meet all his family at once. They hadn’t even had sex yet.
Also, Imani was nervous to be around country people. She wasn’t sure how they would respond to an African American dating someone in their all-white family. Imani wasn’t ready to go down that road until she knew Gabriel and her were more serious.
Why make more drama for a possibly short ass fling? She had reasoned.
Then, her car slowly descended and Imani released a thankful sigh. At the edge of the horizon, she could make out a two-story wood cabin. I hope this it.
She became disappointed by how quiet the house appeared to be. The only light was from its small wooden porch. If there had been a party there, people had left it a long time ago.
Imani stopped the car and wondered if she had the right place.
She made sure her doors were locked then she maneuvered the car so if faced the road she had come from. It made it easier for a quick getaway if the car was facing the right direction.
Next, she punched the buttons on her car console to phone Destiny’s cell. It went straight to voicemail.
“Girl, where are you?” Imani tried to shake the fear from her irritated voice as she left a voice message. “I’ve been out here in the dark forever. You know I don’t come out to the boonies. I feel like I might run into a cross burning at any minute now. Call me back so we can get out of here.”
After she hung up, Imani debated how foul it would be just to leave and go home when Destiny immediately called back.
“Hey, Imani,” she said out of breath.
“Destiny, wassup!?! Where are you?”
“At the cabin. How much longer are you gonna be?” she snapped.
“I’m out here!” Imani yelled back. “But where is everyone? There’s no party here. The lights are turned off.”
“Ohhh, yeah, well, people haven’t shown up yet,” Destiny said quickly. “That’s why I wanted to bounce. I’ve spent the past two hours bored out of my mind and I’ve worked too hard on this naughty maid costume to let it go to waste on some weak ass country party.”
Imani rolled her eyes. The only work Destiny did for that outfit was cut out some holes on the sides to make the lingerie look more slutty. And that was unnecessary, she thought. It’s lingerie! You don’t need to make it look less revealing. It’s already there.
“So, you’ve been sitting up there on your own, in the dark all this time?” she asked her dubiously. Her plump lips pursed together.
“Tsk, no, girl,” Destiny smacked her lips together. “They went off about 10 minutes ago. Ole dude is downstairs trying to get the fusses or some shit. I tell ya it’s definitely time to go. No white boy is worth this. I don’t see how you put up with them.”
“I’m only dating one white boy. And Gabriel wouldn’t have me up here. He knows better.”
“Well, let’s skirt,” Imani said. “Come out to the car.”
“Oh, ahhh. I need a minute,” Destiny said.
Don’t tell me she was in the middle of hitting it while we were on the phone, Imani thought. Slut!
“Why!?!” Imani asked annoyed.
“I have a wardrobe malfunction with my costume. You see when Paul’s mouth….”
“I don’t want to know,” Imani stopped her before she could give her the dirty details of how she broke her outfit while getting down with some dude.
“Well, can you come in with a jacket or something to cover my ass?”
Hating the idea of getting out of her car in the dark woods to go into a pitch black cabin, Imani shook her head and thought. Can’t I just leave?
“Helllloooo!?! Are you still there?”
“Yeah, okay,” she snapped and got out of the car. “Where are you?”
“I’m…..” she heard Destiny say as Imani hurriedly approached the house. Sparks of static grumbled in the background. Once Imani had made it onto the porch, Destiny’s voice had gone quiet.
Imani pounded on the door.
Still no sound could be heard.
Imani shook her head as she redialled Destiny’s cell phone. It went straight to voicemail again.
Imani cautiously knocked on the front door. No one answer. There wasn’t even a sound to indicate anyone was there to answer her knock.
Destiny had told her to come in. Usually the front door was never locked during a party so, people could come and go as they please. Imani knew she would have to walk in to find Destiny. She only hoped she had the riht house and wasn’t going to hear a blast of a shotgun as soon as she opened the door. I don’t want to get shot for entering some random hillbilly’s home. Or worse.
Hurriedly, Imani reached into her purse for her pocket knife. It was a gift from her father when she was small. Mr. Thomas was a Sacramento Police Officer which made him paranoid for his family’s safety. Since Imani was a child, he had filled her head with the horrible stories of crimes that occurred around the city. Her father had gone as far as making it a point for his only daughter to be equipped with a knife and self-defence techniques. This preparation had helped her be unafriad of the evil lurking in dark corners of city life.
“Our ancestors went through middle passage and three wars,” her dad would tell her. “Don’t have them have gone through all of that for nothing. Stay strong and sharp. There’s survival in our blood. Use that.”
I should have stayed in the car, Imani thought as she turned the knob to the front door. The unlocked door easily swung open.
Imani scanned the empty living room. Rays from the porch light came in through the open windows, giving a soft dimminess to the inner house.
She quickly checked behind the front door before steeping completely into the cabin. Then, she flicked the light switch next to the door. The click of the switch moving up and down echoed in the dark emptiness, making her body go stiff.
Where is that woman?
Imani’s eyes flicked up to the wooden staircase. No one was there. She quieted her breathing and listened for any sounds upstairs. Nothing.
Imani worried what might have happened to her friend.
Should I call the police? Hell yes!
Imani pressed the emergency numbers to her phone. The cell’s reception bars were non-exsistent. Calling for help wasn’t going to work.
There might be a landmine in the kitchen, she thought quickly.
She slowly walked into the kitchen, looking for any immediate dangers. A door was open in the corner of the room with a light glowing from below. Imani slowly passed the counter. She scanned the room looking for a phone as she cautiously walked to the door. It turned out to be a set of stairs that led down to a basement.
“Hello! Destiny.” she yelled down. After a moment of silence, she screamed, “You better stop playin’! Get your ass up here!”
Imani switched up her blade from her jet black pocketknife. Somebody is gonna end up with stitches, she thought.
“Have me out here about to catch a case for a damn game,” she loudly muttered.
While walking down the steps, she suspiciously eyed the lit black candles resting on every other step. She stopped at the middle of the stairs right where the basement floor came inot view. Storage boxes and bookcases filled with linen stared back up at her.
Then, she shouted, “It’s all fun and games til someone gets hurt! Let’s see how much you laugh when I stick somethin’ in you.” Imani’s voice began to quiver as she said, “I’m not playin’. If anyone jumps out, their getting cut!”
Silence answered her again.
“You’ve been warned,” she swallowed the last of her words at the ghastly sight which greeted her at the foot of the steps.
More black candles were lit on top of boxes around the room. The cement walls were painted in red images of odd symbols and horns. In the center of the floor was a red star in a circle. Every angle had weird squiggly signs. Pillows were thrown around it. Imani covered up her mouth from a scream when she saw a crumbled up white sheet with red smeared over it.
Oh, hell no! She turned and ran up the stairs. In fear that she was interrupting some satanic cult, she forgot about Destiny and ran for her car.
Imani had made it to the dark living room and stopped at the a slight sliding noise as if something heavy was being dragged over the wooden floor boards. Before she could question what she thought she heard, an unknown figure in black blocked her exit. His face was in the shadows but he raised his shoulders in a threatening way before rushing towards her.
She let out a yell as she lunged her knife into his middle. The stranger grabbed her wrist and knocked the knife out of her hands. The sound of metal scraped across wood as her pocket knife slid somewhere on the living room floor.
On a dime, Imani instinctively slammed her palm into the intruder’s nose. He went back a step. His hands were flying up to his nose when Imani rushed behind him and swung open the door.
She snatched the car keys from her pocket as she ran. The beep of the car alarm unarming mixed with her blood rushing in her ears.
“Imani, wait!” she heard as she swung the car door open. Then, she froze and turned at the familiar voice.
On the porch, she saw her boyfriend, Gabriel, standing there and waving her to come back.
“You asshole!” she yelled at his smiling face.
“Haha, Happy Halloween,” he laughed and walked down to her.
“What is this?” she stared at him in belwilderment as he stopped in front of her.
His short dark hair was shaved at the sides and left longer on top. He flashed his sexy sly smile down at her. Imani took in his tall frame with strong arms and a nicely cut chest. He was still the handsome guy she had met a few weeks ago, not the hillbilly killer she had thought was going to attack her.
“I had Destiny get you out here,” he said. He grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her towards him.
At first, Imani resisted him while she waited for the shock to pass. Its only Gabriel, she repeated to herself. You’re safe now.
Soon, her heart had slowed back to its normal speed and she could allow Gabriel to wrap his nice biceps around her.
“You scared the shit out of me,” she buried her face into his solid chest, feeling the protective steel behind the soft tissue of his flesh.
“I wanted to get you alone and have a little fun at the same time,” he grinned.
He leaned down and softly kissed her lips. It was quick but the electricity from his mouth lingered on Imani’s lips and curled her toes.
After a moment, she asked, “So, the Satan worship artwork down in the baseement..?”
“A joke!” he assured her and began to lead her back into the cabin.
“But the sheet had red on it,” she said.
They walked inside. Imani tried the light switch again. She gave him a questioning look.
“Oh, I have to go downstairs and turn the fuse box back on,” he said. Then he looked down at her angry look. He gave her an alluring smile as he grabbed hold of her hands with his and kissed her fingertips while saying, “Just a little drama. For effect.”
“Well, it had an effect alright. I nearly stabbed you.” Imani worriedly looked into his green eyes.
“You tired, sure. But I got it away from you in time.”
Imani shook off the thought that his smile didn’t reach his eyes. And, oddly, the golden flicks in his eyes seem to glow. She figured it was her mind playing tricks on her. The scare that night made her super sensitive to things.
Suddenly, her fear came back as she watched a dark ooze slip down from under his long pointy nose.
“Oh, I did get a good hit in though,” she said. She reached up to his face. “You’re bleeding.”
Gabriel quickly moved away from her. He wiped away the blood on his hands. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he said gruffly. “I’ll get the lights.”
Imani rushed after him. She didn’t want to be left alone in the wilderness. When they reached the bottom of the steps, she had moved so closely with him that she had almost knocked him over.
“Whoa,” Gabriel said. He turned around and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “A bit nervous there? I must have really scared you.”
“Nah,” she lied.
“Poor baby,” he said unconvinced. More gold flicks shined in his green eyes. “Let me make you feel better.”
Before Imani could be question it, Gabriel came in close and captured her thick lips. Soft and gentle at first. Then he pressed into her with fire and passion as his tongue slipped between her lips. Imani twirled her tongue with his, getting lost in the tingling sensation from her head to her toenails.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into her as her breasts spread wide on to his strong chest. His hands grabbed hold of her hips.
Then, Imani warmed in surprised pleasure when Gabriel forcefully yanked down her jeans. He sank to his knees to free them from her legs. Imani placed her hands on his shoulders while he guided the jeans over her legs, shifting them from side to side. His eyes stayed on hers as he seductively slipped each one of her heels of her foot. Then he removed her jeans one leg at a time. Her pink thong were soon to follow.
We’re finally doing this, she thought excitedly and pulled off her grey sweater while Gabriel undressed himself.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as though she was a virgin. True, it had been a while since she had been physical with anyone. But it was their first time. She worried if she would be good enough. Would I be all he expected? What if he’s small? Should I pretend I’m enjoying it? God, don’t be tiny, she silently prayed.
Imani wasn’t very experienced. In fact, after tonight, Gabriel would make number 4 on her list of intimate partners. Yet, she knew sex could feel fantastic with the right person. Or horrible and awkward with a man who didn’t have a clue how to please a woman. Imani hoped he knew some things to make her moan. If it was anything like his kissing, she was up for a few moans that night.
When she had pulled her sweater free from her head, Imani was not disappointed. Gabriel stood naked in front of her. Her eyes swept down his flat stomach to a fully erect penis. And it was far from tiny.
He moved to her. His mouth on her neck. Her hands around his narrow shoulders. His hands cupped her thick ass. Gabriel sucked and licked down her chest. Imani nibbled and sucked his earlobe. Moisture gathered between her legs as he made her skin hot with desire.
One of Gabriel’s hands slid to the back of her bra. With one snap, her large brown breasts were free from their lacey confinement. Another wave of shocked pleasure rolled through Imani.
She grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. Her toes curled. Imani lifted up one of her legs to his hips and rubbed herself against his hardness.
Imani wasn’t a big woman. She was a petite 5′ 3″ with a little thickness in the right places. But she was still surprised at how strong Gabriel was. He easily held her weight without faultering in his stance. She barely had to balance herself on one foot.
Damn, Superman, she proudly thought.
Gabriel pulled away from her lips. He stared her down as he slowly placed two fingers in his mouth before pulling them out. Next, he moved his hand passed her raised thigh.
Imani breasts beamed heat as his wet, long fingers stroke in and out of her pussy. Soon she was greedily popping her hips to meet his strokes. Her pussy walls gripped on to him. The bottom of her belly heated in wanting.
Her head dropped back in ecstasy. Gabriel kissed her neck. A few moans escaped her, the wetter she got. Then his fingers retreated from her vagina. Imani felt him rub his head over her pussy lips, getting ready to enter her.
It felt so good. She wanted him deep inside but common sense quickly interrupted.
In a daze, Imani lifted her head and pushed his chest back a bit. She placed her leg down so she was standing on her own two feet. “Wait. We need a condom.”
“Naw, it’s not,” she sternly told him. “We need a condom.”
Disappointedly, he searched for one in his jeans pocket that had been thrown on the floor. Then he shook his head and said, “Sorry.”
He placed his hands on her hips and brought her close. He nuzzled her neck and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll just pull out.”
“Nay, you won’t because you won’t be pulling into anything,” Imani said a bit irritated and depressed. Gabriel threw her a devastated look. She had wanted it too but tonight wasn’t going to be the night.
Then, an idea came to her and she added, “But don’t worry we can do other things.”
“Today was supposed to be special, baby,” he winced.
“It still can be,” she kissed him.
Then she moved her hand down to cuff his balls while her other hand stroked up and down his cock. Once at the tip, her thumb curled around its top. Gabriel let out a groan and captured her mouth. Their tongues danced together as she stroked his dick.
She felt his hardness grow thicker when he roughly broke away from their kiss. In a rash breath, he said,“I can’t wait to get deep up in there. I…I think there are a few condoms in that desk under the stairs.”
Imani looked over at the old black metal desk. She looked back at him in skeptism. Then she walked over and opened the top cabinet. Inside were a couple condoms over some old pens and yellow notepads.
Men are always trying to get one over on you, she thought as she retrieved the golden packages. Meanwhile, Gabriel had hurriedly placed a blanket and pillows over the only open space on the basement floor, which happened to be above the red starred circle.
“How old are these?” Imani looked at the date and was surprised to see that they had a long expiration date. “You think you’re slick?”
“You put these here. You were trying to trick me into letting you hit it raw.”
“Never. I just remembered that my uncle puts them there for… safe keeping.”
“Hum,” Imani said with a doubdting face.
“Don’t be mad, baby. Could you blame me?” he threw her a cute smile where he laid on the floor. Then he stretched out his hands and said, “Come here.”
Imani considered what to do next. He had lied about not having condoms. What else could he be lying about? On the other hand, it’s not like other men haven’t tried to do that before. Plus, he got me all hot for some dick. We have condoms now. We might as well use them.
“That was naughty,” she sashayed over to him with a silky smile. “You’ll have too pay for that.”
Once she was close, Gabriel sat up and dragged her on top of him. He kissed her again as he rolled her on to her back. His hand spread open her legs and his fingers wriggle over her clit. Imani’s vagina tightened in excitement.
Soon Gabriel’s fingers slipped inside her wetness again. Imani’s hips moved up, matching the stroking of his hand. She felt she was going to cum at small movement that it was difficult for her to stop.
But, Imani wanted to feel him inside her before she came. She moved her body so she was strattling him.
“Put on the condom,” she huskily ordered.
She sat back from his crotch and made sure to watch him open the wrapper. As he slid the clear bag over his hard cock, Imani noticed a dark green smudge on his hand.
“What’s that on your hand?” she asked.
“Paint,” he said. Then before she could say anything more, he lifted her on to his lap. His hand gripped his cock, brushing the head over her clit. Imani’s head dipped back with a loud moan.
Suddenly, she felt the absence of his cock aganist her. What was that it? Please say he didn’t cum already.
She moved her head to look over at him in masked disaapointment when he quickly slipped the head of his dick inside her. To her added horny happiness, he then, began moving his hips up inot her moistness.
Imani felt his girth push through her tight pussy. She felt every stranded, wide vein on his throbbing cock.
It wasn’t long like her ex but after a few strokes he was hitting her spot. Imani bounced on his dick. His strong arms easily lifted her hips up and down as he gripped her ass cheeks. She moaned out every stroke his thick cock.
The sensation of his dick hitting when he hit her spot directly made her moan loudly. Her pussy tightened on his dick as the fire in her belly grew larger.
“Turn your ass around,” came a low growl from deep inside Gabriel’s chest.
Imani thought it was the fucking that was getting her confused. She wasn’t sure but Gabriel’s eyes seemed to have a golden glow to them now. But, the pleasure she was getting from his dick made her ignore it. She wanted her nut and it felt too good to stop now.
Imani rode him reverse cowgirl. Her ass violently backed into him, making her cheeks clap like she was in a Bubba Sparks video.
He sat up as he pumped into her harder. One of his hands roughly cupped a breast. As the other steadied her by gripping the side of her hip.
Her other chocolate boob bounced at the speed of his intense thrusts. Imani felt the comfort of his warm body heat against her back. His lips sucked her neck, driving Imani crazy the closer she got to orgasm.
A small ball rolled around the pit of her stomach as spikes of pleasure zipped into her pussy with every thrust from his large dick. Gabriel smiled into her neck as she nearly slipped off his lap from how wet she was getting his cock. Her pussy was tightening up so much he knew she was going to cum soon, or pinch his dick off.
“Ahhhhhh!” Imani screamed out. Her vagina spasmed hard on his dick. Her body exploding from the heated friction of their fucking.
After a couple more plunges deep inside her quivering pussy, Gabriel bit down hard into the base of her neck. He jerked inside her.
Imani let out a scream of pain. A string of insults were about to pour out of her when she stilled in shock from the hot sensation of thick cum squirting deep inside her.
“Fuck the condom broke!” Imani yelled and tried to quickly get up.
“I know, I broke it,” he laughed.
Before she could free herself off his cock, Gabriel raised up her body and slammed her down on to the floor. Imani head rung from the impacted of her head hitting the basement cement floor.
“Ouch,” she slapped his face and raised a hand to the back of her head. “Watch it. That hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” he smiled down at her.
Again, Imani noticed that his smile didn’t reach his now blazing golden eyes. He grabbed hold of her wrists and placed them over her head. “You have to lie still for at least 10 minutes to make sure it worked.”
A dark green drop fell from his nose on to her cheek. She must have knocked his nose again when she had slapped him. But why would it be green.
“Why is green paint falling out of you?” she asked in a panic.
Gabriel looked down at her cheek where the green liquid had fallen. He tenderly wiped it away with one hand. His other hand had an unnaturally strong grip that Imani couldn’t wiggle out of.
“You know of all the humans here. You are my favorite. You’re strong, intelligent and nice. A real survivor.”
“What do you mean by ‘human’?” she tried to keep the fear out of her voice.
Her boyfriend had gone crazy. She would need to keep herself calm to get out of this. Frantically, she thought about where her pocket knife had gone. The clanging of the metal skidding across the living room floor echoed in her memory. Her eyes automatically flicked up to the ceiling, which happened to be the floor of the living room above them.
Shit! Rookie mistake!
Gabriel caught her brown eyes. His odd calmness was starting to freak her out more. She glanced at the green spot under his flared nostrils.
That wasn’t paint. It was too thick. Like blood. Why does he have green blood? she thought. He’s not right, in the head, or in the body. Bleeding green ooze. That’s definitely not human.
Her heart raced in fear as she wondered, Is he gonna kill me? Or is whatever he shot in me gonna rip out my belly like in the film, Aliens? Shit. I don’t want to die!
Gabriel moved close to her face. She tried to shrink back into the pavement as his tongue stretched out like a snake. Long, thin and purple.
Her only option was to turn her head in disgust as he licked her cheek. Then Gabriel forced her head straight with his free hand.
He kissed her gently on the mouth while Imani kept her lips shut tight. She squeezed her eyelids together and tried to push back the memories of his sweet kisses. In the past, they had made her so wet and ready. Now, as her heart pounded in her ears, she swallowed back the vomit she felt for being touched by that thin, slippery tongue.
When he lifted his face from hers, he said, “I do care a great deal for you, baby. That’s why I asked the others if I could bring you here to learn more about me. And, of course, to come with me to meet my family.”
Ohmigod, there was more of them out there! What the fuck!?! she screamed. But soon, realized she hadn’t a voice. Her mouth opened to yell but no sound came out. Her eyes grew wider in fright. Her head turning from side to side as she looked for a weapon or some way to get away.
“See, tonight was a special night,” he continued, undisturbed by her uneasiness. “Halloween is the only time we can travel home. Something special I wanted to share with someone as special as you.”
He slowly stared down at her exposed chest. Imani’s chocolate nipples were hard from the chill that ran down her back as he spoke. “Oh, you make me feel like I can be myself.”
His lustful, glowing eyes worked their way up to her face. Gabriel looked as if he was ready to enter her again.
“I had never imagine you would feel so good,” he moaned. “Ahh, you’re so sexy. I loved being deep inside you.”
He positioned himself between her again. Imani stiffened in terror. Her brain too slow to work out an escape plan.
“I think it wouldn’t hurt to try mating with you one more time before we leave,” he whispered.
His sly smile sprung to his lips. Once Imani had thought it was so sexy, now she saw it as a foul sneer. Powerful, cocky and capable of doing harm.
She felt him slip inside her. The pleasure she had once felt from his thickness churned her stomach. Then, within moments of moving inside her, his pale skin transformed into green scales. His wet, long purple tongue lingered over her neck before it slid up into her ear. Imani shut her eyes.
“I love you so much,” he voice was husky and sweet.
After a moment, Imani felt like she was underneath the old Gabriel. The familiar warmth in his voice made her body response to his tender strokes. She hungrily focused on the feeling and tried to convince herself that she was having some terrible acid trip. Maybe it was something I had ate or drank before coming here. I just don’t remember taking anything, she desperately held on to that flimsy rationale.
There was no way that her boyfriend, who had given her so much pleasure and security, could be some lizard alien thing. It had to be some hallucination. She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the spot he was hitting. I’ll just have to ride out this weird trip until morning.
“I hope you like your new home. I know you’re scared now, but it will be great. You’ll see. And, with a baby on the way, things will just settle into place.”
What!?! Her eyes flew open. Gabriel’s pointy nose had morphed into to nostril slits in the front of a scaley green face.
Gabriel shyed away from her disgusted face and looked up to the ceiling. His thrusting remained slow and gentle as he grunted out, “I’m so excited and I know you’ll be a great mother to our children.”
Imani’s eyes widened at the sudden appeareance of a bright spotlight surrounding them from above. The ceiling had opened into a blue hole of swirling mist. Soon, muffled screams burned in her throat as their joined bodies were lifted up into the air and floated into the mysterious haze.