A... date?

7 pm. Zack had never went to a "date" so early. And besides that, he had never went on a date with a woman that old.

"Is it really a date if you just show up on her door, like you did last time, with the only difference being that now you've grabbed a bottle of fine wine and a couple of flowers?"

He felt... uneasy. His last encounter with Miranda had made him feel fragile for the first time since the transformation. How could that old cunt resist him? How could anyone resist him? Was Anna to plotting against him?

-Who's there?-

Maybe he failed just because of his hubris. This time, things were different. He had put on a suit, a tie, a white shirt, the kind of things his own mother appeared to find lovable. He was carrying the book in a suitcase, and he knew that in the worst case he could charm the woman with a spell.

"Fuck, I look like a salesman! She'll think I'm selling her a washing machine or something"

-Good evening Ma'am. I'm sad our last meeting went so poorly. I've brought a present, to help you forgive me.-

Miranda opened the door, mildly curious. She had got no rest that day. She had spent the morning trying to contract her daughter, and the sheer desperation had **** her to require the help of half a bottle of gin to go through the rest of the day. Hopeless. She felt hopeless. And now there was that kid. He... he knew something more about Becky. About what happened to her. And maybe it was because of the ****, but despite his ridiculous look something about him was just too appealing for her.

"Fuck... what am I thinking? He has... he has done something to my daughter".

-Oh... it's you again.-

Yes. Again. And he had to knew something more about Becky. She didn't know why such a guy had knocked on her door, but Miranda was certain of one thing and one thing only: she could use him to find her. Or at the very least to understand what the hell had happened to her daughter.

-Yes, Ma'am. It is me. I am very, very sorry about what happened last time. -

-Listen, I'll give you whatever you want, but please, please, tell me what happened to my Becky-

****. Zack didn't need his new enhanced senses to smell it. The whore had drank. And probably, she was as clueless as him about the location of Becky.

"She has a home, she must come back here sooner or later."

-Whatever I want, Ma'am?-

And then, Zack felt it again. A heath building up inside him, spreading from his core to every part of his body. The dark urges returning, commanding him to use his powers. He had spent the last few days worrying about the future, making the right preparations for the ritual. Until that moment, he had almost forgot how he was starving. His lust demanded that he took action.

-I am so delighted that you have come to understand me, Ma'am. -

Zack made another step towards the door. Now he could smell the scent of **** coming from Miranda even without using his new heightened senses. She appeared so **** now, so fragile. A fruit ripe for the taking.

-Listen... don't misunderstand me. You know Bekcy. What... what has happened...-

Fuck. She needed to be more focused. Why did she drink so much on that day? That boy, he was her only chance. His arrogance his weakness, for her to exploit. Miranda retreated inside her home, stepping backwards but still holding the door open. Her eyes rapidly scanned the young man standing in front of her. Tall, muscular, handsome. Even through his fine trousers she could see his big erection. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about what he and Becky must had done.

-You and I share a common interest, Ma'am. I am very sure we could join forces to reap mutual benefits. Your desires... I can help you to make them reality.-

He locked his eyes inside hers. A pink aura begun to emanate from Zack's body. His pupils became thin and long like cat's ones, while his iris started to change colour until it became of a pale yellow. He let his tongue moist his lips for a while, at the same time broadening his shoulders making sure the older woman had enough suggestions to imagine how he looked like under the shirt.

-You... what are you doing to me? I...-

Miranda was getting wet. That was not natural. Her heartbeats accelerated more and more until she felt like her whole chest was on the verge of exploding. What... what kind of mess had her daughter made? She realised her nipples were now erect, pushing against the fabric of her old bra.

-Yes, I am doing something to you, Ma'am. I'm showing what you can obtain by helping me.-

Miranda closed her eyes. Instantly images begun to flash into her mind. She was naked, on the kitchen table, being roughly fucked by the man in front of her. Then she pictured herself in her bedroom, giving him a blowjob and sucking his enormous dick until her throat was filled to the brim with cum.

-Do you want all of that Ma'am?-

Zack had silently entered her home, exploiting her distraction. He closed the door behind him, slowly firing Miranda against the wall. From he part, the woman seemed to have abandoned any hope of resting his seduction.

-I am Zack Robinson. And I am here to fuck you.-

He reached for her ass with his right hand. He then let his suitcase fall on the floor, getting closer and closer to Miranda's face.

-Please Zack... don't...-

-Don't you want to be fucked? To be filled? To belong to me?-

It was in that moment that Miranda felt she had surrendered. She looked at the stranger in the eyes and reached for his neck with her hands.

-I am yours-