The moonlit balcony

Opting for the wisdom of her patrons, Jessica chose to step back onto her normal route home. Torch still in-hand, she limped out into the open area, weary of any more brick-wielding things that may lurk in the shadows. But she saw none. The full moon was again in clear view, and Jessica again was enraptured by it.

How easy it would be to become a vessel for these beasts. To let their lusts run wild inside her. To feel her flesh roil as theirs entered hers. To let her flesh shift and be overcome. How warm and right their seed made her feel. How rapturous...

Jessica shook herself from her revelry. There was no time for such thoughts, and where had such thoughts even come from. Jessica chided herself. But she felt a dampness inside her, and her head throbbed almost pleasantly. Her breath bated. But she had control of herself again, as she forcibly turned her back to the treacherous moon.

Her sore body only let her walk slowly as she neared the final staircase. And saw a man holding a torch of his own and an axe. He looked human enough other than his asymmetric features and the bandages covering a large portion of his head, obscuring its eyes from her view. It seemed to regard her. A disheveled and soiled thing she must look.

"Away with ya beast!" He stated, as he began to approach cautiously, but also bringing his axe hand to his crotch, adjusting his hardening prick with the handle. Jessica reeled at her options. She was so tired, but she was armed with the torch at least.