"Ah—ah—ah—!"
The walls of Jake's room rattled with noise from his computer speakers. It wasn't what anyone would call classy audio.
From the hallway, someone might've imagined a scandalous scene unfolding inside. In truth, the reality was far less glamorous and infinitely more tragic.
Jake, nineteen, was hunched over his desk like a man possessed, eyes glazed, face illuminated by the cold blue glow of his monitor, moving his right hand up and down frantically. His kingdom was a battlefield of empty energy-drink cans, snack wrappers, and crumpled tissues, both wet and dried, a monument to poor life decisions.
The digital woman on screen which seems to be bonnie red let out another manufactured moan. Jake's soul left his body a little more.
It was 3:07 A.M. The witching hour for bad choices.
He leaned closer to the monitor, muttering something that probably shouldn't have been a prayer as he sped up his hand about to release for the god knows how many times today. And then—
Everything stopped.
The sound froze mid-note. The cursor halted mid-blink. Even the faint hum of his PC fan went silent. And even his hand on his dick.
Time have stopped.
The air shifted.
One second, Jake's room smelled like energy drinks and despair the next, it felt cold, heavy, alive. The posters on his wall fluttered as if something unseen had entered.
A low hum filled the air, vibrating through the clutter. Then—
"Oh…"
The voice was soft, feminine, echoing like it came from everywhere at once.
Light or maybe darkness gathered in the corner of the room, swirling until it shaped itself into a woman. Her presence made the air crackle. She looked far too regal to exist in a place with pizza boxes on the floor.
Behind her stood a man in ornate armor, his jaw tight and eyes scanning the disaster around them. His lip curled.
"Pathetic," he muttered. "So this is the hero we're meant to depend on? A… human?"
The woman smiled faintly. "Now, now. He's young. That's how mortals are at this stage, hopelessly distracted, endlessly curious." Her voice carried a strange fondness, almost amusement. "Still… this is the one the prophecy chose."
The guard clenched his fists, his aura flickering with frustration. If only I were stronger… we wouldn't need to rely on this fool.
The woman drifted closer to Jake, her movements smooth and deliberate, as if time itself bent to her will. She tilted her head, studying the frozen human with an unreadable expression.
"Well," she murmured, "it seems rude to begin the ritual while he's… preoccupied."
She dropped to her knees with a soft thud, the floor cool beneath her. His cock stood rigid before her, the flushed head already glistening. She gathered her hair in one smooth motion and secured it into a high ponytail.
Her fingers closed around his shaft with a soft, sticky sound, the heat of him pulsing against her palm. "Ohhh," she breathed, dragging her thumb over the leaking slit. "So warm…" A slow, slick stroke drew another thick bead of precum, the smack of her hand moving over his skin obscene in the stillness.
She leaned in, her lips parting with a wet pop before taking him deep. The groan that escaped her vibrated around his cock as her tongue swirled under the crown, then flattened against the vein underneath. Her suction tightened, cheeks hollowing with a sharp slurp that echoed in the silence.
Beneath her, Jake's thighs tensed. A wet, rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck filled the air as she bobbed faster, saliva dripping down his shaft in thick strands. Then her body rippled.
Her breasts surged against her top, fabric straining as they swelled fuller, heavier. At the base of her spine, flesh split with a slick, organic sound, a sinuous tail unfurling behind her. It lashed once whiff before coiling around Logan's cock, the tapered tip stroking his length with a soft, insistent squish in time to her mouth's movements.
Jake's breath hitched audibly a choked, strangled sound before his hips snapped forward even though he was frozen in time. His cock kicked against her tongue, the first hot spurt hitting the back of her throat with a thick gulp. She moaned around him, the vibration pulling another jet splurt, this one splashing across her palate. The tail tightened around Logan, squeezing in tandem as Jake's climax pulsed throb-throb-throb, each desperate swallow from her sending trickles escaping her stretched lips.
When she finally pulled off with strands of cum clung to her chin. Her tongue darted out to lick catching the mess with slow, deliberate swipes. A satisfied sigh escaped her as she tilted her head back, throat working around the last thick mouthful.
"Mmm… potent." She licked her lips again. "No wonder he's chosen." The tail gave one last possessive squeeze before sliding free with a sticky peel, leaving Logan glistening.
Then she turned to her guard and said "Let's start the ritual."