The feral Latina has caught your scent

The three of you grew deathly still as the ruckus continued to grow closer and closer. Eventually whatever it was seemed to spill into the library, as the sound of books hitting the floor began to fill the air.

Deciding to chance it, you peaked out the door and tried to spy what was going on. From your position it was hard to immediately catch a glimpse of the disturbance, but a guttural growling alerted you to the fact that the intruder was a woman.

And then she came into sight.

It was the Latina girl from earlier, crawling about on all fours in a bestial manner. Every now and then she would lift her head and take great sniffs of the air before pawing at various items, knocking them about in frustration like a grizzly bear searching for something to scavenge. You had seen women give way to their primal instincts, but this was a whole other level. She seemed to be genuinely looking for a scent in the air.

While there was something unsettling about seeing a young woman so utterly stripped of her humanity, you couldn’t help but feel a stirring of desire in your groin. She was attractive, with her tanned, olive skin, heavy tits and plump ass that swayed hypnotically with every movement.

Your initial reaction was to hide, to wait it out until this girl moved on or at the very least command her to leave. But that was countermanded by another thought that took root in your mind. She was certainly an attractive girl, your body was reacting to her and it would be the most desirable outcome for all involved if you fucked her. So why not just go out there and claim her? Fuck her silly and then knock her up with your children?

“Stay here,” you told Gabby and Min, “keep looking for whatever info you can dig up.”

You marched out of the archives and ventured out into the library proper. The girl stopped her sniffing and looked your way with eyes that flowed with lust, drawn to your scent at once. She snarled, drool leaking from her fanged mouth. “COCK! GIMME THAT COCK!”

Slamming her fists into the group she hurried towards you in a manner that recalled a charging gorilla.

“Stop.”

She froze at once, eyes glaring with rage and lust.

You drank in the sight of her naked body once more, and said, “turn around, head down and ass up.”

The rage seemed to shift a little as her primative mind began to understand your intentions. Doing as instructed, she reached back and parted the olive globes of her ass and revealed a drooling pussy and a tiny puckered asshole that winked at you.

You were naked in less than a heartbeat, your pulsing dick in your hand as you approached. Her whole body thrummed with anticipation as your cockhead parted her dark lips. You grabbed onto the vast expanse of her ass, grasping and slapping the flesh, delighting in how it rippled. Using her assflesh as an anchor you pulled her back onto your length, burying yourself into the wonderful warmth of her cunt.

There was no wasted time. You sawed in and out of the inviting pussy, feeling a kind of animal lust take over. Pushing her further into the carpet of the library you pounded her cunt like a drum, probing deep as you could get.

“Yesssss!” She hissed, her voice rising with pleasure, “Dick me down! Dick! Me! Down!”

You grit your teeth and did just that.

The library, which had once been so eerily quiet, was now an echo chamber filled with the slapping of skin against skin and the joyous rapture of the girl’s love cries.

Her hand found one of yours and guided it up to a breast where you instinctively squeezed and delighted in its plump softness. The animal part of you was strengthened. Every piece of this woman’s plump, fuckable body was yours. You were the alpha male, the one destined to breed her screaming, **** womb. And in that moment you embraced your role.

There was a fluttering of juices as the woman came around your cock, but you ignored it, pounding away again and again, getting deeper with every thrust. Time seemed to blur together in the cloud of primal fucking, but eventually you felt the familiar sensation and began to shoot off inside of her, gripping her hips as close to you as possible as your seed took root.

When you were done you took a step back and regarded your handiwork. She was slumped over, head down, ass up as an obscene amount of cum trailed down her leg and soaked into the carpet.

It wasn’t quite shame that you felt when sense returned. But something tugged at the corner of your mind that perhaps you had lost yourself a little. Perhaps it wasn’t just your mom who was becoming more of an animal. You wrestled with the conflict of guilt and pride and couldn’t come away with a solid conclusion.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

She panted, face still resting on the floor. “Natalie,”

“What was that with all the sniffing you did earlier, Natalie?”

Slowly she eased herself up into a more dignified position, facing you properly. You couldn’t help but notice that when it wasn’t twisted in a primal expression of lust madness her face was very cute.

“It’s been weird,” she said, “since all this happened it’s like…I can smell things better than ever. Like…some guy three floors away is eating a bag of Cheetos right now and I can smell that.”

“What were you doing in here then?”

She beamed. “Looking for you! You smell better than anything else!”

You hummed thoughtfully. It didn’t really surprise you at this point that your biology was changing on a pheromone level, but it was still interesting to note that the female body was adapting beyond the simple aesthetics. You would need to speak with Robbins at a later date.

“Ok,” you said, “well, me and some of my friends are here using the observatory, but after that we’ll be heading back to safe place.” You looked her over again. “You’re welcome to come with us.”

Her eyes exploded with joy and eagerness, a steady rant escaping her mouth as she expressed her adoration for you. You nodded along indulgently, but also ushered her up and led her back to Gabby and Min. Introductions were made and if the smirks were anything to go by Gabby seemed delighted by the expanding of your harem.

The girls had gathered up several newspaper clippings about the Order of Venus and it’s rampage in the late 70s. Girls were kidnapped for strange sexual experiments with mind altering ****, young men were indoctrinated and **** into fanatical displays of devotion. Things had escalated to the point where the cult had killed several people before the FBI were eventually called in.

The information only sent your mind into a further maelstrom of worry.

You had bundled up everything with the intent on properly going over it all with everyone back at the house and hurried out of the library, the trio of girls following you.

You took maybe five steps when a loud crack cut through the air and a sudden explosion of pain shot across your chest. A very large dart stood proudly, impaled perilously close to the space near your heart.

Further shots rang out, but you could barely register them. Your body had gone tingly and numb. Thought became a sluggish thing. The fog of unconsciousness crept in at the corners of your vision.

The last thing you saw was a familiar police uniform…