I mean, until we mention it again in-narrative! ... we won't be pretending long.

At least the place still has power. Your shack on the edge of the city isn’t much to speak of, but the whacko survivalist you killed out here set it up right. And his manuals were thankfully clear about how to keep it running. Of course, the reason you’re thankful for that right now is because you’ve made the incredibly bad decision to keep Jameson’s phone. You dump his various parts you decided to keep in your freezer for later, then retreat to the shabby bed and plug it in to charge.

Having died a while ago, it blinks back on directly to the texts you were exchanging with Alex. You can see the still of the little video she sent you hovering just above the words. You pass the phone idly to your off-hand, undoing your pants without even really meaning to. Stroking your stiffening prick happens about as naturally as you play the video, watching her show off with that entrancing smile of hers. Was it all that entrancing or were you just that in need of affection? It feels like it really is, however clouded your judgement.

As you start to masturbate, the scene you allowed to play in your head earlier restarts, more details, taking more time with it. You can see her, asleep, passed out with just an unbuttoned blouse and underwear like in the first picture she sent. The lights are out, but that’s no trouble for you as you snake your clawed hands impossibly between her window and slide the lock out of place. It’s odd your claws don’t seem to be scratching you, and you realize this is actually the first time you’ve taken a moment to relieve any sexual tension since your change. Your fingers look almost normal from here, claws slid back and away to give you space. God, that’s lucky.

You return to your fantasy, slipping inside Alex’s apartment as best you can construct it from the little you’ve seen. You lean over her, crawling on all fours on to her mattress, looming over her **** form. You could kill her so easily right now. It’s what you’ve done to the kind of people you’ve interacted with lately. But she’s not like them. You run a hand up one of her bare legs, claws sliding back to avoid slicing through her sensitive flesh. You can see her mumble, smiling a little as she shifts towards you with the touch.

“Alex,” you whisper out loud as well as in your head. You imagine her eyes fluttering open, searching the dark. She looks startled for only a moment, then relaxes with a grin.

“You found me,” she says, sounding pleased about it. She bites her lips as you reach under the lacey, red panties, then slide them down, revealing a well-manicured, but not-quite-bare cunt, already slick with excitement. Has it been as long for her as for you? You honestly think it might have.

She groans as your inhumanly long, powerful tongue slides from your mouth and finds her pussy, sliding inside easily and teasing her. You avoid her clit for now, just building her up in tiny prods and avoiding any risk of her actually cumming, regardless of how reactive her nerves may be right now. You hardly remember how a woman’s crotch tastes anymore, but you can think about it as you pump your member, imagining the unique, strange, but overwhelmingly pleasant taste of Alex’s wetness coating your tongue. Imagining her arching her back as you hold her legs down easily, stronger than any human man by a fair margin, her fingers gripping at her sheets as you move faster, flicking her clit intermittently now, staying a bit long with each stroke of it to drive her crazy.

“Just fuck me already!” she pants out, and you’re not one to argue with a lady’s request. You can tell she wants you, sure, she’s saying as much, but you can also tell she wants you to take her hard, rough, undignified. She doesn’t want you to make love to her, not right now, at least. She wants to get screwed like a cheap whore.

The subtle cues in her breathing, in how she pushes against you when you flip her over on to all fours, the pleased, but submissive noises she makes, it’s almost enough to make you cum then and there. You have to slow your jerking as you fantasize about her, the image of this goddess of a woman silently begging you to defile her remarkably intense. You start to build speed again when you imagine sliding your (Jesus, it really HAS gotten bigger, huh?) massive cock into her eager pussy, pulling a longing, **** groan from both of you at the same time. You both need this so fucking much.

You tug her hair only gently, pulling a handful of the brown-blonde cascade to signal she should brace herself well for this before returning both hands to her hips. As you imagine fucking her, your eyes roll back and you start to enter the final, frantic pumps of your cock. You can see her with you pressed against her back, your hips moving furiously, her screaming and moaning as you stretch her tiny, human cunt around your monstrous prick. You want to actually feel one of her tits in your hand like you imagine, mauling it as you pump her harder while her breaths become sharper, riding steadily towards climax as she gets fucked in the dark by a stranger she doesn’t even know isn’t a person.

“God, I’m cumming!” you think of her gasping out as her pussy squeezes around you and starts to spurt down her legs. “Cum with me, please! Fill my pussy up, don’t stop until your balls are fucking dry! I need it, please cum inside me!” You let out a grunt of satisfaction, then groan as you both cum in real life and imagine pumping your seed inside her while her cunt squeezes and throbs around you, milking you into her womb. Can you even get her pregnant? You don’t know. You don’t imagine either of you caring in the moment. As you collapse entirely on to your bed, you imagine sliding out of her after riding her through a powerful series of orgasms, your jizz dripping down her legs as she almost-instantly passes out with a deeply happy smile plastered on her face. You think about leaving as quietly as you came in.

But in real life, as you clean up, the relief is only temporary. You can already feel a desire for her welling up again, reinforced, if anything. You make sure the phone is still charging. You need to talk to her again. You hope she’ll do that tomorrow. And you wonder if whoever she thinks you are is who she fucked herself to before she went to bed tonight.