Day 3

The next morning, his mouth tastes of ****. He spits and sees his saliva has gone white. His mouth tingles a bit, but soon it diminishes to background noise. He feels his back and sees that the fin-like growth has grown somewhat and his skin has taken on a sandy texture. Suddenly, he’s filled with rage. These inexplicable changes are remaking him into something he’s not. Geneva was right, he must have been exposed to something. But then why wasn’t she changing too? Explanations elude.

Without thinking, his arm lashes out and strikes his thrift store painting. The glass shatters into his hand. ‘At least my blood is still red,’ he thinks.

He leaves his bedroom to see Geneva in just a tanktop and shorts standing in the kitchen. Looking at her, her perky tits straining the fabric of her tank top, he can’t control himself. She glances over at him to see him drooling and looking her up and down. Before she can do anything, he’s charged the short distance and pinned her against the wall.

“What are–” Fear fills her voice. He cuts her off with a hungry kiss. His tongue forces her lips apart and plunges into her mouth. He pulls back for a moment to spit in her mouth. She gags and smacks her lips; his saliva, foamy around her mouth, tingled immensely in her mouth. He practically dived back down, pressing her harder against the wall as he began to suck at her neck.

An angry, red bruise rises in her skin as he bites her. She screams. He’s too busy savoring the taste of fear in her sweat to care. He grabs her and flings her back on the table. She tries to sit up, to push him off, but before she can do anything one of his claws is raking down her body, tearing her clothing in half. Her tits and pussy exposed, she struggles against his weight pinning her down.

“STOP!” she screams and writhes, but he places a hand firmly on the center of her chest to pin her down. He grins and rakes his nails down her body, raising red, angry welts. He leans down and begins to suckle at her tit, his saliva making it tingle more and more intensely. She can’t help but moan.

“God, PLEASE, stop!” He traces a single nail down her sternum, down her belly, finding and flicking against her clit. She screams again as the pain and pleasure both wrack through her body.

He lets the hand holding her down drift down her body to grab her hip. He matches that with his other hand, now holding her by her waist.

“Noooo…” She moans as he leans down to suck her clit. The sensation of his spit against her most sensitive parts is overwhelming. She squirms but he holds her tight, his talons digging into her skin slightly. She shivers and he grins, knowing that he’s driving her wild.

Soon, she starts shaking. She’s cumming. He laps at her slit, tasting every drop of her creamy pussy. His tongue snaking up inside her sends her into overstimulation and her screams become ones of pleasure. She can’t deny what he’s doing to her body.

“GOD PLEASE STOP!” But he can’t. He needs to drink deep of her. There’s something primal in him calling for it. She writhes under his tongue and he feels her start to cum again. Her last climax had barely finished when a second crashed through her body. There are little pinpricks of blood where each of his claws touches the soft flesh of her hips. He slides up her body, licking at the little red droplets. The metallic taste is divine.

‘I’m glad she’s here,’ crosses his mind. Without her here to be used, he might have torn the cabin apart. ‘Maybe that’s why they always station an man and a woman here. So he can use her as a man is meant to,” he thinks.

Geneva is gently crying. He stands up and leans down to kiss her. He’s almost tender and passionate with her, not predatory like before. But she lies still, not reciprocating. He releases her from his grasp and stands back. She sits up. They lock eyes. There’s terror in her eyes, but also a hint of betrayal. There’s something dead in his. With the remnants of her clothes hanging off her, she goes to her room and shuts the door.

He waits at the table for about 30 minutes to discuss their assignments of the day. She doesn’t come back out. He decides to go into the field alone, leaving her softly crying in her bedroom. He has his mission. She feels like she has nothing.