The Police arrive in time.

The wait felt like an eternity... Vanilla sat on the floor in the kitchen, her knees pulled up to her chest tightly pressed against her large tits, arms wrapped around them as she rocked slightly. Her breath came in uneven gasps, her body still shaking with adrenaline and sheer terror...

And then, blue and red lights flashed outside the house. A chorus of sirens screamed outside. Tires screeched to a halt, and within moments, the pounding of boots filled the air as officers flooded onto her property. A surge of emotions hit her like a freight train, relief, fear, grief, rage. Before she even processed what she was doing, she was on her feet, bolting toward the front door.

She flung it open and rushed outside, completely naked, her entire body exposed under the flashing police lights. She didn’t care. Her massive tits bounced wildly, the cool night air making her nipples stiffen as she sprinted toward the officers. Her wide hips swayed, her juicy, bubbly ass jiggling with every **** step. Her large futa cock and heavy balls swung freely, slapping against her thighs, but she didn’t even register or feel them. A few of the cops hesitated, their eyes involuntarily drawn to the naked, very well-endowed MILF charging toward them, but she was too distraught, too panicked to notice. She didn’t give a damn. She was a mother in agony.

“He killed them!” she sobbed, nearly throwing herself at the nearest officer. “Vector! My boyfriend! He murdered my daughter! He ate her!” Her voice cracked as she clutched onto the uniformed man in front of her, nails digging into the fabric of his vest. “Please, you have to stop him! He’s still in there!” That was all they needed to hear.

“Move in! Now!” Several officers rushed toward the house, guns drawn. Boots pounded up the stairs, doors were flung open, and soon the shouts of police filled the air. Vanilla stood outside, panting, clutching at the officer for support as tears streamed down her face.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl once more as Vanilla watched the front door, wide open and hearing the boots of the officers storming the place. Tears streaming down her face as she clutched an officer holding her. she was so distracted she didn't even notice his hand gripping her plump ass and his other gently touching her cock.

Finally, the officers emerged, Vector along with them and an evidence bag with the bloody towel. The large croc was marched out, handcuffed, surrounded by officers. His head was down, his brow furrowed in what could only be described as a mixture of disbelief, anger, and… regret. He looked furious, but at the same time, resigned. And then… his eyes found her. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Vanilla’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him process everything. His sharp yellow eyes flicked to the evidence bag with the bloodied towel.

That was the moment he knew. He knew it was over. His gaze snapped back to hers, and in that fleeting second, so many emotions passed between them. Fury. Pain. Betrayal. Regret. Love. Hate. His jaw clenched, his body tense despite his restraints, but he said nothing. Vanilla wrapped her arms around herself, her body trembling as she choked back sobs.

“Why…?” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant sirens. Vector inhaled deeply, his sharp teeth flashing slightly as he exhaled through his nose. His shoulders sagged. For the first time, she saw something she never thought she would see in his eyes. Guilt, nothing but guilt and shame. Yet still, he said nothing.

The cops pushed him toward the squad car and he didn’t resist. As the door shut behind him, sealing him in the back seat, Vanilla felt her legs give out. She collapsed to the pavement, sobbing as another officer quickly moved to cover her with a towel, wrapping it around her trembling body. A caseworker, a woman in plain clothes, knelt beside her, gently touching her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Miss Vanilla,” she said softly. “We’re here for you.” But as Vanilla sat there, watching the police drive away with the man she had once loved, the man she had trusted... all she could feel was a hollow, aching void inside her chest. Her daughter was gone. And she had been sleeping with the monster who had done it.

(Bitter Sweet ending)