Kiri’s Perspective

Every morning for the past few months had become Kiri’s favorite time of the day. Right before eight was the time when Mr. Holt would typically walk into the AWIO Arrival Center to sign in for work. He had recently been promoted, which meant that Kiri got to see him most mornings.

She had memorized his schedule since she first met him, but she was struggling due to the lack of opportunities to see him. She had resorted to taking breaks during the day and sneaking to the warehouse locker area to smell his things and leave him notes in his locker. She left the notes anonymously, but it was all she could do to suppress her urges towards the man.

He was originally in the warehouse, but now she got to see him almost daily. It made it both easier and more difficult to control herself. On the one hand, he now talked to her often and noticed her. On the other hand, more face-to-face interactions meant more instances where her instincts to grab her mate came out.

This morning she was feeling particularly feral having woke up from a salacious dream regarding the male. Not only had they engaged in mating in her dream, but she had had a strong urge to devour the kind and desirable male. She had given herself a pep talk this morning after failing to masturbate successfully. It didn’t matter how much attention she gave her body, it didn’t seem to satiate her desires anymore.

When Mr. Holt came in the door, she could not help but look.

“7:55 am. He’s cutting it close today. There must have been a distraction in his routine. Normally, he’d come in around 7:45 am. Given the distance to his apartment, he left today at 7:30 am.”

These sorts of thoughts swirled in her head. Kiri had learned a great deal about Mr. Holt. She knew where he lived; a small apartment in the rougher side of town. She had come to his address a few times to peek into the windows and see if she could catch a glimpse of him, but he had never noticed.

She also knew that he was a sponsor and had two females currently residing with him. A slime, who’s file was extremely unorthodox. Obviously, someone had manipulated her information somehow. He also was the sponsor of Lisbeth, the minotaur who ran the warehouse. Now, it seemed he was scheduled to sponsor Lexi, the devil who ran HR and his self-proclaimed aunt. Funny enough, it was Lexi who approved and signed off on all of Mr. Holt’s records. Even his previous psych record had been cleared. It was suspicious and clearly a conflict of interest, but it wasn’t her place to point that out to anyone. She liked him, and didn’t want to cause him trouble at work.

Most sponsors had 3-5 monster girls in their harems. Part of Kiri’s obsession with Mr. Holt was that he was an ideal mate for her, but she was running out of time. If Mr. Holt filled up his spots, her chance of taking him would disappear. Her obsession and desperation to have him, had developed into stalking. She refused to let this male escape, but had no real plan in mind for how to take him. Ideally, she’d prefer if he made some sort of gesture first. Something that expressed his own interest.

Kiri greeted him normally, but was feeling extremely worked up from her dreams the night before. Here was Mr. Holt. He was right in front of her. There was no security nearby. All she’d have to do is lure him somewhere isolated. She was sure that if she could pin him down and begin mating, that he would relent and accept her.

Unfortunately, her conspiratorial thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Holt who suddenly grabbed her arm. Just his touch made her instincts fire. He asked her if she was okay, and Kiri realized that in their brief interactions together, he had started to notice her behavior patterns. Her arms began to flex and shift as if her body was preparing to snatch her prey and take him right there at the desk. She could feel her saliva pooling in her mouth.

No. She could not risk this right here. Steeling herself mentally, Kiri simply warned Mr. Holt that his actions might be seen as flirtation, which made the considerate male back off. A part of her wished he’d be a bit less considerate.