“Well,” she said emphatically. “That wasn’t so bad.”
Sighing, I nodded. “She wouldn’t really arrest you,” I reassured her. “She’s just torn between being my sister and acting like my mom. It’s been rough playing both roles for her.”
“Oh, I know she wouldn’t arrest me,” Gabriella agreed. “And she can’t anyway. I looked it up after we first met. Even if you were still a minor, I can take advantage of you all I want as long as you’re consenting. It’s called the Romeo and Juliet law, or something like that.” She giggled when my hair flashed white, shifting in an instant. “Okay, I have to admit. That’s really satisfying seeing the effect my words have on you.”
I groaned in response. “Please don’t tease me like that. What if she comes back?”
Gabriella suddenly leaned closer. “But I wasn’t teasing. I get you all to myself for the rest of the day.”
I shivered in response, feeling the sides of my face begin to gray. Scoffing at her, I retorted. “Jeez, I thought you were shy!”
She leaned away, blinking at me. “Well, I am a little shy with strangers. But I warm up with people I like. That’s actually why I got a cosmetology license — guaranteed to only have to work with one or two people at the same time. And the pay’s decent with the tips I get. I could never be a waitress — talking to more than two or three people at once is kind of scary. Oh!” Gabriella quickly looked at me apologetically. “I’m sorry. I’ll be right back. I need to grab my phone and call work to let them know I won’t be coming in. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if they already know.”
I hadn’t even thought about that — the fact that people would know. She probably was on the news after what happened.
As soon as she went upstairs, I dashed to the window to look outside, just to double-check there weren’t news crews by the road or something crazy like that. I sure hoped the news stations didn’t find out she was staying here, or otherwise we might get bombarded with attempts for an interview.
Gabriella was only gone for a few seconds, before she quickly came rushing down the stairs with her phone in hand. It was evident she didn’t want to spend any time away from me, even just to make a phone call.
When she called her boss, I found out they hadn’t been expecting her to come in, considering that’s where she’d been kidnapped at the start of her shift. Her car was still there in the parking lot, not to mention the police had been there earlier yesterday, so her boss was at least aware she was missing.
As Gabriella explained the gist of what happened, it sounded like her boss pulled the news up on the internet — not necessarily because the woman didn’t believe that she’d gone missing due to a serial killer, but just because it was one of those things you had to see for yourself.
“Oh my god,” the woman said. “You can take off as much time as you need, sweetie. I’m so sorry. I’m glad to hear you’re safe though.”
“Thanks, Darla,” Gabriella replied. “I think I just need a couple of days is all. It was pretty…horrible.”
“Do you need me to bring you anything?” her boss asked seriously.
Gabriella shook her head, causing me to grin at her for giving nonverbal cues again, as if the person on the other end could see it. She stuck her tongue out at me, giving me the unexpected urge to suck on it, before replying verbally.
“No, I’m alright. I’m staying with a couple friends. They’re taking good care of me.” She gave me a meaningful look that made my face flush, prompting me to get back to the sizzling pancakes I had on the skillet.
“Alright, dear. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Gabriella thanked her and then hung up, immediately explaining her relationship with her boss. “She’s really nice. I used to do people’s hair, but now I work at a nail salon — the environment is a lot different and my boss is much more friendly and relaxed.”
“Cool,” I replied simply, still feeling awkward about her look when she said we were taking good care of her. I then glanced at her when I noticed that she was slowly approaching me in a provocative manner, almost like a cat about to pounce. “Umm, have a seat please. Your breakfast is ready.”
“Aww, you’re no fun,” she teased, only to obey and turn around to go sit at the table. She watched me stack a couple pancakes on her plate and grab the syrup. “You said it feels good, right?” she wondered after a second, continuing when I nodded cautiously. “Then what’s the harm?”
I paused as I set the plate in front of her, suddenly wanting to remain this close. “I…” My voice caught in my throat, with me feeling uncertain of how to answer. “I guess there’s no harm in it,” I admitted. “I’ve just lived my entire life being very careful not to do it around others.”
Gabriella slowly reached out and wrapped her hand around my wrist, causing my partially whitened hair to fully transition again. “It’s just you and me here,” she whispered.
Shit, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. Sighing, I gently pulled away. “Well, at least eat first, then I’ll let you do whatever you want afterward.”
Her emerald eyes lit up, her expression mischievous. “Promise?” she said excitedly.
I gulped, quickly returning to the stove while making an attempt to collect my thoughts. I just couldn’t believe this was real. Were we really going to fuck? Or did she have more tame things in mind? Either way, I was both excited and extremely anxious.
Excited, since it sounded as if she intended on taking control and fucking me, rather than the other way around. And anxious, because it would be my first time and my body just felt like it was going to explode at the idea of being naked and intimate with her.
After a second, I cleared my throat. “Y-Yeah,” I agreed. “Promise.”
I could hear her heartbeat quicken in anticipation, before she abruptly announced her plans. “Then, I’m going to make it my goal to keep you transformed all day!” she said cheerfully.
“W-Why?” I wondered with a furrowed brow as I focused on the pancakes, hoping her intentions weren’t actually more tame. I mean, I’d take anything from her, but if we started doing stuff, then I wasn’t sure I’d be satisfied with just kissing or something. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck passionately and roughly like wild animals.
“Well,” she began as she took a bite. “I want to see if we can build up a tolerance for you. Sort of like coffee.”
“Wait. What?” I grabbed my plate, stacked with four pancakes, and went over to sit across from her at the table.
She pouted at my choice of seating, but then explained herself. “Well, if you drink it daily, like Serenity and I both do, then it actually loses some of its potency. If you want to have the same effect as the first time you drink it, then you’d have to keep drinking more and more. Basically, I want to see if you can get used to me, like I’m used to coffee.” She grinned at me again.
“Oh, okay.” I nodded. “Yeah, that would probably make this easier.”
“Exactly!” she said cheerfully, only for her tone to become more serious. “Although, with coffee, the more you get used to it, the more dependent your body becomes…” She winked at me suggestively, forcing another rush of blood to my face.
And to my cock.
Taking a bite, I focused on chewing and swallowing, before clearing my throat. “But you know, I can also transform at will, right?” I replied, quickly doing so to illustrate. My skin fully transitioned to dark gray, even while my hair turned snow white, and my eyes shifted to gold and black.
She wasn’t even fazed. “Yeah, but that takes the fun out of it! I want you to try to resist!” She grinned. “If you are transformed, I want it to be because you can’t help it. That way we can work on you getting more used to me touching you.”
I gulped at the thought and took another hasty bite.
As I allowed myself to turn back into my human form, I unexpectedly almost shifted again when she reached out with her bare foot underneath the table to touch mine. I quickly jerked it away, my heart racing just from the simple touch. Her skin was so soft, even on her feet, and I suddenly had the craving for her to jerk me off with them.
Which was strange. I absolutely did not have any kind of weird fetish for feet, but it felt like every part of Gabriella’s body was erotic and enticing. Damn, was she really a normal person? It felt more like she was a naughty angel sent from heaven, or maybe a seductive succubus sent from hell…
Of course, I assumed such creatures didn’t actually exist, even despite the fact that I wasn’t human, nor did I think that heaven and hell existed. But, at the very least, I believed her when she said she was a normal person.
“Hey!” she complained with another pout when I jerked my foot away. “I thought you said I could do what I wanted to you.”
“After we eat,” I reminded her. Shit. She was really going to do things to me.
She didn’t respond, her cheeks flushed now, her heart racing. I suspected that she was just as nervous as I was, but was doing a better job of hiding it most of the time. We continued to eat in silence, rather than striking up another conversation, with her watching me the whole time with a passionate gaze, while I did my best to look anywhere except at her.
Finishing my four pancakes long before she finished her two, I got up to rinse my plate off. I then cleaned up the rest of the mess I’d made while making them, before finally turning around to look at her. She’d stopped eating entirely and was just watching me.
I knew, of course, being very attentive to every sound she made.
“What?” I wondered when she didn’t say anything.
She shook her head, blushing while she took another bite. After she swallowed it, she whispered a response. “I just really like you.”
“I really like you too,” I admitted, averting my gaze.
She took a few more bites, and then set her fork down on her plate. “I think that’s about all I can eat. Sorry. It was really amazing.”
“What?” I said in surprise. “No, that’s alright. You don’t have to finish it.” I turned to open one of the cabinets and pulled out a plastic container to put the rest in the fridge — even if she didn’t want it for later, I wouldn’t hesitate to eat it. Food certainly didn’t go to waste in our house, because I was like a bottomless pit.
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