This is part of a series so trying to jump in without reading chapter 1 will probably be difficult.
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Detective Riley resisted the urge to slam the phone down, and lamented that was one of the few disadvantages of modern cell phones; old plastic phones could withstand an angry slam or two from an average person, but slamming a cell phone was a quick route to a full-price replacement.
Riley mused to herself that she was getting passed around more than Sandra had at the frat house. The FBI said they didn't deal with outbreaks or drugs and referred her to the CDC and the DEA. The CDC wanted a medical report detailing the disease symptoms and how it was spread, but when Riley mentioned they only had one confirmed case and three possible ones they started mentioning false positives and misdiagnoses and terms she couldn't understand. The DEA said they could only move once the drug had been identified, preferably with some seller arrests. She even tried reaching out to an NSA contact but was waved off before she talked to anyone of real importance. She wanted to start screaming at everyone that every disaster movie she'd seen started with government agencies not taking anyone seriously until it was too late to stop, but she also remembered how much that helped in those same movies.
She picked her phone up and checked the time. 10:30pm. "Fuck," she said aloud.
After leaving the hospital that morning, Riley had all but promised herself a booty call to the frat boy was in her immediate future. When one o'clock rolled around and her captain had approved her taking lead on the investigation, she'd mused about letting the college boy stay the night if he performed well enough..
But the walls she'd hit over the past four hours had killed her mood and run out her clock. If Brett came over now, she'd want an angry, painful fucking from him and she'd want to throw him out of the house right after. Regardless of what that would do to his impression of her, it would be early morning by the time everything finished. With a regular case load she could get away with wandering in around 10 or 11 in the morning, but her captain would expect a report each morning on her progress until he said otherwise.
Frustrated for multiple ways and reasons, she shut down her desk and lights and made her way home.
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Kimberly blinked her eyes and took a moment to regain her senses. At first she thought she was lying in a pool of cool water, but then she lifted her head and looked at the strange and obscene tableau she was a part of.
At some point the lights had gone out or been turned out, so reflected glow from streetlights was all that lit the apartment. She lay on the couch, spooned by her new lover, but "spoon" was no longer an adequate description. She lay pressed up against Demorelle's body in the usual position; her ass was firmly nestled in the woman's crotch, and her back molded to her lover's chest, including the deliciously soft mounds of her breasts poking into her shoulderblades, and Demorelle's long white hair tickled around her neck and face. There was even the expected hand, draped over her ribs and resting lightly on her breast, ready to cup and squeeze it at need.
However beyond that there were a few...differences. Their close cuddling was assured by the tentacles currently wrapped around Kimberly's stomach and waist, pulling her tight against Demorelle. She assumed they went around her lover's back, because nothing was between the two of them. Nothing, that is, except the familiar but foreign bulge that nestled between the cheeks of Kimberly's ass. The other two tentacles were somewhat lazily coiled around Kimberly's legs, mostly wrapping around her thighs, but they continued below her knees and just lay on the couch.
"Hello," Demorelle said. Her voice seemed quiet, almost a whisper, but somehow Kimberly heard it clearly.
"Hello yourself," Kimberly said. She settled back more, trying to increase contact, and smiled when the tentacles tightened to help.
"You are thinking hard," Demorelle said after a few moments of silence.
"Yes."
"What about?" Demorelle asked.
Kimberly paused briefly and then said, somewhat fearfully, "Do I need to tell you?"
There was a reciprocal pause from Demorelle. "Do you want me to answer?" Demorelle asked.
"I don't know," Kimberly said. She moved to turn and found the tentacles were suddenly a problem. She giggled a bit. "I'd like to turn around, please?"
The coils loosened but did not release her, and she spun to face the white haired woman. She felt a thrill as she remembered the last time she'd been this close; it was just before Demorelle had begun fucking her into unconsciousness. But she also remembered the burning questions she'd been too busy and aroused to deal with at the time.
"Part of me wants you to tell me nothing," Kimberly said. "I could remain in blissful ignorance, not thinking about how different and strange this all is, just enjoying the wonderous feelings and the sexual release. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak. Plus, I can't deny some of the fear turned me on. Not knowing what you were about to do to me, what you
could
do to me, made it more exciting."
"But?" Demorelle prompted, correctly interpreting Kimberly's tone.
"But I couldn't do that forever. And you made it clear yesterday that...that this is probably a long term thing."
Demorelle looked down, and Kimberly could recognize pain and worry. "I should have refused you."
Kimberly reached up and cupped her lover's face, forcing her to look up again. "Demorelle you explained it. I said yes. I did everything but sign a consent form. I didn't think you were kidding. I'll admit...I mean obviously I've never experienced this before. I can't promise you I'll welcome every aspect with open arms when I come face to face with it. But I like what I've found so far. And...well if it turns out it doesn't work, I can think of worse ways to go than lost in sexual abandon."
Kimberly was suddenly crushed against the woman in the first full-body hug she'd ever experienced. She'd never been able to hug someone before who could force her legs to press against them as well as her chest.
Demorelle pulled back and kissed her on the lips. "I...it has been a long time since anyone even said they were willing to try this voluntarily. Certainly longer since anyone said it after understanding even part of what it means. I feel like I should spend the next month giving you pleasure to express how much I feel."
Kimberly chuckled, "Okay, well, let's pause that for a second. If I ask you questions, do I get answers?"
"If I can give them, I will," Demorelle said, "but it is late. You slept for an hour, it's now past midnight. Don't you need to work?"
Kimberly shrugged. "I can call in tomorrow. After that we'll figure it out. I mean, didn't you say me going into work without you may be a problem?"
"True," Demorelle said. "So what is your question?"
"Let's start with the obvious. Based on some of the stuff I found online this past week, I think I could have explained the cock. Even the fact that your skin is always cool. But the tentacles and your tongue kind of seal it. You aren't human, are you?"
