A Stranger

You slink into the shadows of the room, your body blending with the walls quite well. Footsteps come closer and closer, and soon a woman you don't recognize turns the corner.

"Hello? Anybody in here?" Her appearance is rather gothic, dark clothing with tears and a glinting metal. Her hair is clearly dyed and her face and body have plenty of piercings. But you sense something more - you realize that burgeoning psychic power you demonstrated in your mental tug of war with the alien mind has become far greater with your evolved form, so much so that you can mentally reach out to her. You are careful not to do anything that might startle her or otherwise make her aware of your presence, instead sifting through her thoughts. It's shockingly just how easy it is, with a thought you can read her like an open book. Most importantly you sense an interest in the decor of the room on an unexpected level, beyond a casual interest or 'oh that's neat'. And below that you feel a darkness to her thoughts, bringing a smile to your lips. "Figures, no actors here either."

"Are you sure about that?" You say in a coy tone as you walk out towards her. She gives you a sideways glance, not quite sure what to make of you as you strut towards her. You can feel her thoughts, at first she's impressed with your 'costume' and then she notices your breasts and vagina, her face flushing. She still thinks it's just a get-up but she's shocked at such a risque costume. Yet you can sense those dark thoughts again, a part of her wouldn't mind being taken by a 'real' alien in the form of a sexy woman.

"I...wow, nice costume there but uh..." You can feel just how flustered she is as she averts her eyes from your sex. "Might wanna make it a little less...you know." She coughs as she awkwardly motions to your chest and crotch. You laugh as you walk up even closer, coming face to face with her.

"Why would I ever want to do that? Don't pretend you're not enjoying it too..." Your psychic powers begin to probe into her mind much more deeply, dredging her dark desires to the surface. You manipulate her emotions, building a sense of trust to a stranger she's only met, prying personal information from her at the same time. "Aren't you enjoying it Evelyn?" Were she not under a mental **** she would likely be horrified at you somehow knowing her name, but not she merely nods.

"Yeah..." She says with a sense of wonder, you can feel her libido rising with your assistance. You smile as you gently bring her to the ground, soon she lays down while you sit atop her lower body, almost kneeling with your legs to her sides. She looks up at you with a perverted smirk.

"Let's see if we can do something about that shall we?" You can feel the life within you squirming, practically begging to infest the girl's flesh and turn her into a member of your budding swarm. But for some reason you find a reason to pause. Part of you feels attached to this stranger, as if you feel her a kindred spirit. Maybe she requires something a little more intimate than becoming a mere drone.