Suitable Bags of Flesh

Chapter 3

Memories are reliable for humans who give time and focus, or specifically, the greater the fixation, the more accurate the memory becomes. It’s believed to be one of the foundations of how one can be identified as a “human,” at least that’s what they say.

Every single time Betts heard her heartbeat as she hid behind doors and broken hospital walls, she remembered the times she played hide-and-seek in the south A-city graveyards. Being a child was always an excuse to fill a gloomy land with laughter and games. Hiding behind statues of human busts or sculptures of divine beings felt thrilling and nonplus to her four-foot-less self.

Back then, she’d only been friends with her neighbors and her younger brother’s friends; and be a part of the group only to gain numbers. To her brothers’ friends or that specific group of children, the more kids they played with, the merrier. Part of this bundle of joys was Trust, a kid her age, joining in the fray only to accompany another kid, supposedly his cousin.

Despite her gangly but tall physique, Betts was good at hiding or finding places where she could hide. Having this unusual nature accompany her height had become a butt of jokes between her older siblings. Even so, she was never troubled by it. Knowing how to hide is can be good to avoid life’s harshness, to say in metaphor.

One time she hid in a high Columbarium, where you’d use a step ladder to help you reach higher floors of the grave. Five levels were at least present during the time they were playing hide-and-seek. That time the fifth level was free space as if they were going to fill it in the very same day.

As a young mind with a carefree and unhinged sense of danger, the space was ideal for her intended plan.

Climbing over and positioning herself lying down, she had waited in anticipation then if anyone would find her. Under her head was the rock-hard unpolished flooring that didn’t faze her if dust and dirt would’ve clung on her.

Above was the unchecked dim ceiling, well, everything was dark at that time since it was nearing the midnight hours, and the gates of the graveyard would have to close soon. Still, it didn’t matter to playful hearts and energetic souls.

Plotting to do antics as a child makes time pass by quickly. The feeling of surprising your friends and either ending up laughing or angered by the antic can give them euphoria that fun times could bring. But, the longer they positively wait for the moment becomes tiring in silence. Drowning their previous joviality in a dawning thought that stillness can envelop people to play mean tricks in their minds.

Perhaps the time to look for her would be longer since it’s an unusual place to hide, but there are times they hid in a large trash bin, and some of her friends would easily find them. So, maybe this time won’t be any different. Maybe. Someone will easily find her.

Then, if it took longer to look for her, maybe someone would be worried about her. This thought would often make her feel guilty. Did it seem like she was a fussy kid when she grew up? Possibly.

Doubting whether she was a good kid or not was common. If she grew up as confident as her older siblings, maybe, no words from the rest of the world would affect her. Nevertheless, she played with her whole heart. Drowning that thought in the plethora of energy she exuded as a young child.

Checking the vicinity through peeking out from where she hid had become her only faulty habit when she played hide-and-seek. Half covering did not come naturally for her spindly self, despite her given skill of looking for good full coverage.

Terms of successful surveillance go if no presence of the “it,” she would look for a different hiding place, one nearer where the home base is or a better hiding spot. That was the ideal. Otherwise, receiving her playmates’ ire if unsuccessful was all she would get, which was quite often.

Darkness had already enveloped the surroundings, and only the dim lights from stray lamp lights gave her enough hints if there would be shadows to indicate someone around her. When no one was around, she would go back and breathe a sigh of relief.

Time passes a few more seconds, and she tries again at peeking out of her hiding place. There were times when she wouldn’t see everything due to the dimness of the world, or her eyes wouldn’t adapt well.

To help her adapt her eyesight, she would close her eyes for a moment, then look around once. Letting her sight acclimate the moment gives her enough time to work out any chink of a plan she can muster, only until her eagerness gives from impatience.

Following through this manner, she would close her eyes and listen to the nearest sound. Her heartbeat first, next, the world around her.

Past drowning in the drums of her heart, replaced sooner, was the keen sense of touch that heightens with her closed eyes. Vastly different in terms of sense acumen, touch brings a jolt of excitement not faint for the relaxing heart if given a surprise during the loss of sight.

She remembers awakening by someone poking a “finger” between her lips, prompting her to open her eyes. Feeling a cold touch on her tongue was a shock that anyone wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Much less on the brink of dreaming. Because of this, she opened her eyes so fast the light took time to adjust to her sight.

Groggily opening her eyelids, misaligned and heavy. She held the sight of the Columbarium’s fifth-level ceiling, all cement and rough, partnered with the night sky past the line divider edge. Between this painting-like visage was a pair of child’s wide eyes, dark brown and dewy.

Startled at how close his face was, Betts accidentally rocked her head back on the cemented floor she laid on, sending her pain that further woke her. That was the first significant memory Betts had of Trust. Laughter at her demise due to his presence in an unassumingly grave place.

Trust had found her without difficulty, although she wasn’t the first one he found; still, it was a miracle that he did so. After pulling her out the Columbarium’s fifth level, he’d drag her around, hands clasped. You could say it might’ve been her punishment for hiding in a weird place by helping him find the others. The rest of that night, the game ended with children either scolded by their parents for playing until the wee hours or going home with a scary story to tell from their naive imaginations.

Opening her eyes to the current time, the surrounding presence of any kind was nil to her. Grim and dim hospital halls, sometimes with a body or covered in blood, felt comforting if only for the emptiness it presents. Once the creature does appear, it becomes intense, and pressure fills her heart that it becomes suffocating.

Being witness to the mutation was surreal to the mind of Betts. She was still with the nurse Aurea when the incident started around them. Scattering people into a frenzy of confusion and panic where game-like scenarios played in front of her eyes.

Real-life taking a course the same way as a game feels unreal. She’d stayed in her seat; after being treated for her hands’ wounds, watching when it all happened. Maybe morbid fascination is what you would call grossly watching disturbing human malformation unfold.

The process wasn’t a blink of an eye. Like a montage made up of slow-moving pictures, people moved in all directions, either away from someone or towards someone. Matched to a mix of muted sounds becoming sharper the moment one begins slowly comprehending an apropos reaction.

Betts acknowledges that everything she sees, from the start until now, is not normal. Providing help to those in need was the natural action a compassionate person would do. In this case, nurse Aurea becomes an indomitable example.

Ordering other people to the exit or possible means of escape was the top priority the aged nurse did first. Next was to initiate urgent first aid. These deeds inspire others to do their best in times of need.

Adjusting her demeanor away from thoughts of a blank canvas, Betts takes her arms and feet, lending a willing hand to help lead the others to safety, if there was any place as such.

Once they make their escape out the hospital doors, they unwillingly go back in through sheer opposing crowd force, swept by the presence of bullets and desperation. A group of armed personnel, security, and civilians with guns attempted to fight the creatures in front of the hospital.

No one could figure if they won against them as the creatures’ kept attacking. Still, these brave souls made their effort only to escape. Making their way through hospitals’ halls, they decide to lead them towards the cafeteria. Both Aurea and Betts helplessly got dragged in along.

The cafeteria’s double doors weren’t destroyed but left wide open since there was a mix of the creatures entering and being held back by the police and security’s bullets. Most of the adults ran to the back for safety, some even frantically looking for a back door amidst the bullet hail happening at the front. Aurea and Betts held on behind the upturned tables where other residents hid, only peeking out when they heard that one of the men had closed the doors securely.

“Be damned! What is this situation we’re in?!” Said one of the men, a green polo-wearing man who was holding a pistol in one of his hands. Sweat trickled on the side of his cheek, and a few scars of sorts from god knows where he got it.

The coast was clear, for the meantime, from the creatures barrage. Inside the cafeteria were a variety of people who found the room as a hiding haven. Discussing plans of action or just the stress of surviving at the current days’ travesty filled its walls.

Besides filling in Betts own exhaustion to rest, Aurea on the side was busy lending her hand to the family of four they found within the cafeteria. Hunkered under the table, pushed back by the vending machine near the wall, were the couples’ children both refusing to get out. One refusing to respond obediently to his parents, while the other was an unresponsive young girl.

“No, mom. I don’t want to go...go...” Said the younger boy who was hugging his older sister.

The sister was holding her brother back, but her face was partially under his arms. She was slumping on the ground, motionless, as if dead.

“Honey, no, honey. We only need to see your sister.” The father soothingly told his son, all three adults are now leaning down to reach out to the two children.

One parent was soothing and calm, but the other was forcibly trying her best to grab her son, who only partially leaned down to see whether she was reaching him or not. His face was stricken and red, but his resolve in holding on to the girl was firm. All words of curses had been spouting out of the mother’s mouth during this struggle.

No, she wasn’t handling the situation calmly, but she had been indignantly whispering to them words no mother should be talking to and brought ire in Aurea.

“Ma’am,” Aurea holds the mothers’ shoulders back, “please calm down. The children are sca—”

Pushing Aurea forcefully away, the woman glared at her. “My daughter was hurt! That boy is just holding her down. We need to get her.” Looking back down. “Mind your own business! Brianne! Let go of your sister right now? Her injuries will be worse. Let her go!”

Watching from a distance felt a bit jarring at first for Betts. An unconscious body wrapped protectively by a small body was pitiful. Anyone would feel touched by such love and angered by the rash parental insensitivity.

Grazing over the girl’s body in case it showed signs of life, she noticed the girl’s foot twitch. Weirdly angled and moving in an epileptic manner. Owing to the angle, no one noticed what was happening to her, even the boy who held her.

Approaching slowly, Betts crouched down a few steps away. Somehow there were familiar symptoms on her that Betts knew were signs of the transformation.

Skin-like substance rapidly covering the girl’s collar bone upward, making the sheet of skin burn and crumble over the bulging veins into the black skin the other creatures wore. Panic rose in Betts as she realized that the boy who held her would never let the girl go despite what was happening to her.

Shocked by what she was witnessing, she found herself leaning past the father and Aurea, forcibly grabbing the boy by his arm. The father tumbled over and found himself on the floor looking at the perp incredulously, while Aurea only sported a surprised face.

“Sorry,” Betts would whisper to the boy before she yanked him away. All her body’s weight used to pull him backward, wrapping her other arm around his torso.

The boy screamed. He elbowed Betts chest and abdomen in retaliation. Enduring the pain lasted but seconds as Aurea pulled them away when all of them finally realized what was happening. Because just seconds from parting, emerging under the table was the black creature and the sister was no more. She had changed it into it.

The noise and the sudden appearance of the half-sized creature made the others residing in the room run away, leaving the family to their own devices. Its faceless head swayed around, scaring the mother slumped, clinging to her husband.

All four adults aimed to secure a safe place far from the creature; only the boy held by Aurea wailed reaching towards it. Betts blankly watched the creature balanced itself before a gunshot fired from behind her. It hit straight to its shoulders, making it stagger drunkenly.

“Hey, you three get behind us!” Shout green polo. As he said this, more bullets hit the creature.

The shots stunted its movements giving time for the rest to move behind the armed men. Rashly, the boy hindered their actions by breaking free. He wrestled, running towards the creature. Betts, in reaction, chased the boy till the point both were face to face with it still staggering but recovering.

“No! Don’t shoot her! My sister is still there! Please!” Said the boy to Betts, looking up clinging with all his might. A slight burn was apparent on the side of his face.

They staggered to the side when the black-creature attacked, akin to a hard push. Bruises appeared at Betts arm that wrapped around the boy in protection. Free of the obstacle, the creature lunged at its halted attackers.

Several shrieks filled the room as a loud crack came from the broken neck of one man, killing him. Another loud thud echoed as an arm flew out of a man’s shoulder, with a gun held on its end. It followed with a squelch from a sliced neck.

Despite lacking physical eyes, the creature knew the room like the back of its hand. People clambered towards the closed doors in panic, removing all obstacles intended to keep it closed. Banging, only, when they couldn’t open it, losing all common sense from fear.

More sounds of sliced flesh fill the room as the creature wield its sharp hoof to decapitate. Afterward, cleanly slashing upwards to kill another man by opening their torso. Another lifeless body fell on the ground inciting another gunman to fire frantically at the creature.

Injuring the neck halted the creature to advance at the last man standing, giving a chance for the man to reload when his ammo depleted. Only to fail, and at the speed of a wink, it tore his neck in half, killing him.

The couple and Aurea ran back to the kitchen, signaling Betts to do the same as she carried the boy towards its direction. Dragging him in reluctance causes his footing to slip and falls on his face flat dragging Betts with him. She felt her legs give way from being pulled with force in time for the creature to pounce at her head saving her.

It quickly recovers to attack Betts, biting her shoulder. Pain shot fiercely at her shoulder and hands. Her mind tingled as a numbing sensation dulled her scalp.

Discomforting pressure warmly surged through her body, familiar and discomfiting. Fighting back the creature’s jaw was impossible as she determined but found herself freed when the boy spoke.

“Melannie.” His voice small, and quivering, hinted with a sense of determination when he stood. “Can you hear me?” Asking with a brave face.

Loosening its position over Betts, it slowly moved as a point of recognition to the boys’ voice. Kicking with all her might, Betts gained enough momentum to break free of her place as it moved to where the boy was. Standing up with arms braced, Betts wanted to move between them but was too late.

The creature tackled the boy as he shrieked in surprise and pain when he hit his head on the ground. Part of his eyes looked dazed when it momentarily stunned him, making him shut them partially. Betts wanted to push the creature away, but something in its motion stopped her from doing so.

Behind her, shouts of a woman dragged away calling to her poor boy, and a back door filled her ears. Devastating grief must fill the mother, knowing she couldn’t save her children. At the same time, Betts pondered if she could rescue the boy or risk it and escape.

A thought ran in her head “don’t leave.” Repeating this in her mind was unusual, but her determination to follow it meant something. Was it to help the boy? Or was it guilt that made her stay?

If to stay for him, then she would prefer to fulfill that than anything else. Saving a life may seem to be a new thing for a person who cannot even give alms to the poor or has little desire for other things that bear responsibility.

The creature had now lost interest in anything else but the unconscious boy it was hunching over. Bearing its mouth wide over his head, Betts moved over to a chair nearby and was going to use it as a weapon to hit the creature when it looked at her.

Face to faceless, haunting stretched skin with stray sprouting hairs covered its neck and shoulders. The mouth was wide, slits reaching past to what seems to be a location where a jaw should be, webbed-like muscles with strings of saliva that drooled on its side, the set of teeth are sharp on some.

Flicking its tongue as drool spilled from the edge of its lips, slowly, it moved its head side to side before leaning down and licked the boy's face.

The boy shivered before he opened his eyes. His cheeks flushed with a sheen of sweat across his forehead. An unmistakable smile was on his face, clear and bright like he wasn’t in the presence of horror or feel pain.

Arms wrapped around the boys’ side as it sniffed his body. Betts was in a state of disbelief, but her reaction time and thought were slow in realizing that the boy was willingly giving in to the creature.

There was a sense of calm surrender. Like, when you see a toxic couple. You see chemistry, but one side of the coin hurts the other. Still, you sense the zen and mutual understanding.

Maybe the siblings were closer than anyone thought they were. Do familial bonds cross such boundaries? No one would know anymore, as bodies laid around and all other humans had fled from the impending danger.

The only one who can now fully testament to a sanity Betts was denying in her mind is now in the form of a creature she couldn’t communicate. By the time she had collected her thoughts, the creature’s tail was now whipping back and forth, then motioning towards the boy’s lower part.

There was a chance that the creature would violate the boy, which Betts intended to stop. A notion, though, pervades her comprehension of the scenario. Coupled with a soothing croon from the creature and a face of lazy joy from the boy, somehow, Betts felt like a physical mutuality grew ever stronger between them.

Placing her hand on a nearby chair to hold her ground, Betts tried standing on her feet steadily. The thought that continued to hang in her head might be correct, that the boy was giving silent consent to the creature.

The idea was inadmissible that her fingers tightened their grip on the chair, knowing her hackles were somehow rising. Rustles of clothes torn brought her back to the world. Its hoof-like hands held one leg high, and its tail reared towards the crotch.

Hands gripping tightly on the chair, Betts held it firmly swing to its jaw, squarely clocking the invisible chin but not budging it. The hit did not stop it from prodding its tail on the boys' genital and tenderly suckled him. A groan escaped his lips at the sensation, and his body pulsed ad it continued to such him.

Raising the chair again as she hit the creature on its shoulder, Betts felt her knees beginning to lose their strength as if to buckle from the effort. She wasn’t exhausted. No, she was only feeling the effect of unbelief intensifying in her mind. What was this she was witnessing?

No matter how much force she tried to hit the creature, it stood its ground and even continued to bring a heightened pleasure to the boy’s body. Moaning several times and writhing, only when he felt an orgasmic release, Betts could only bother to deny that somehow this was a consensual action.

Before Betts could force herself to hit the creature again, the double doors of the cafeteria slowly opened. Noticing this wasn’t a feat she was sure she had done deliberately.

But, due to the heightened distress in her body, hearing sounds different from the one she zoned into will surely alarm her to panic. Finding the farthest upturned table, the chair she held formed another sort of wall at her side.

As she hid behind this table and held on to the chair, like a fortress, she peeked through the chair’s legs as subtle as she could. Past the open doors was a new creature, a massive one.

It was deliberately walking inside in slow motion. Intently raising its head and it seemed like it was in search of something. Figuring that her hiding place wasn't ideal, she chose to monitor its actions before deciding anything.

The clopping of hooves stopped midway through the room. Just a few steps from it, the creature and boy continued their intercourse, unperturbed of its presence.

Looking around her, the other end of the table faced a nook with tumbled chairs and a ruined garbage bin. Few steps farther were the counter, littered with a mess of food and plates on the floor, a sure way to alarm it if she walked on them. Not far from here are a few chairs and another set of still upright tables. If she crawled under a few of them, she would reach a part of the counter that was clear and be able to hide better from there.

Looking back at the boy, she watched his dazed face filled with ecstasy and resolved to leave him to his fate. Whatever fate will give him, may he be able to endure it with strength and hope.

Resolving to move through the path of tables towards the counter, she clenched her hands and crawled while crouching down. Her muscles ached from the tense stealth she maintained as she paved half the way to her goal.

The time she reached the clump of chairs, fit to hide her, the edge of the counter was nearing. Behind her, the creature moved its head towards her direction, Betts who looked behind her every now and then luckily noticed this and stopped herself in time. Under one of the tables, she hid under a leg where the angle if looked on a bystander, would not see anything of her.

Closing her eyes, she listened for footfalls, pushing the sound of her noisy heartbeat to a minimum. The time she had succeeded, it was already a useless effort. There, in front of her scrunched-up face, was the front of the faceless creature. All eager and its lips upturned as if happily finding its treasure.

Focus still ongoing; roiled in her mind, she felt a slimy, cold thing touch her lips. Fear of the unknown touch wrapped her in a shudder, and an unexpected revolting thirst for passion quickly woke her.

Opening her eyes, orbs meeting dead black skin. She found herself face to faceless.

Inches away from the tip of her nose rubbed the end of its face. Veins throbbed on its neck, and its long parted hair covered a part of its shoulder. Throbbing, bulging muscles twitched when it positioned itself on both sides of Betts.

Dread has now sunken deep in Betts bones that she had given up thinking of ways to run. She was sure that he wouldn’t be able to see her with how quietly she had crept around. Nor was the angle of the table able to give a clear view of anything under it, so the idea that the creature was dullard due to losing its eyesight was not something anyone could exploit.

The tongue that had inserted itself in Betts mouth moved in a motion that felt like it was inspecting the entirety of her mouth. Tickling sensation and a dulled comfort entered her mind prompting her to relax, almost the same way as the boy.

Alarm bells rang in Betts head as she experienced this. Thoughts of rape and unwillingness were flooding behind her mind, but it could never come in front. And, only the sensation that she was fully satisfied gained reign in her.

Sexual pleasure was something she’d experienced before, with either her previous flings or relationships she had bothered to give time. There was a time when curiosity about sex and youth played a role to people around her and even to herself, but, as she grew older, its significance only made less value. In time she felt tired with similar shallow attraction on occasions she had.

Being tired of effort wasted and efforts given, she soon brought celibacy into her life. Nothing but mutual tolerance built by a bond through time remained. So, sex wasn't a primary necessity but a life choice.

Being pushed farther to the ground as the creature entered the realm of under the table, it had made its arms place one around her waist and the other supporting itself. Gently pressing her body in its muscular arms, it dragged her out as carefully as it could. Unusual to Betts perception, but what does she know.

Relaxed to a point, Betts couldn’t understand how she felt boneless and panicked all at the same time. Could it be the saliva effect of the creature? She couldn’t tell since there seemed to be no other sensation she felt with it besides a sudden desire to have her pussy be filled by this being in front of her.

Carried like a rag doll from one of its arms, it proceeded to exit from the room, leaving the boy and the other creature to their fate. Wanting to glimpse a last glance at the young child would be useless as she was still dazed and unresponsive to a continuous barrage of want that she was intent on controlling.

Past the ruined halls and scattered bodies, the creature made its way to what can be considered the rooftop. Entering the outside world greeted Betts with a clear sky. Since it was only reaching the hour past sunset, orange skies tinged with red and purple painted her vision, and somehow her sense of self felt calmer.

Not even her pushed-down thoughts of resistance seem to be tamed, even though it was still there and pertinent. The added ambiance of the coming night sky became a drought of relaxation for her.

Being laid down on the ground, Betts realized that there was no one on the roof, or probably no one to be heard since the rest of the city and the people below are still rampant with loud shrieks of fear and confusion. Along the skyline was a mix of black smoke from far and spotlight white beams moving or steady, must be a signal for help to anyone who can come for them.

Recovering from being face up, she pushed herself from the floor to see more. It made the creature alert, its head bobbing towards her shoulders as if to butt it with its head, but the force wasn’t strong enough. As if nudging her not to move further.

Leaving its presence or fighting back still played in her mind, that it prompted her to hit it with her slightly limp hands. The direction of her hand went straight to its open lips. Shamelessly nipping her hand at the same time, its tongue licked her palm. Tough, thick, and wet, the tongue firmly pressed itself on her hands, making Betts wrap it in her hands without thought.

Gripping its tongue at the side of its mouth made the creature croon louder as if she could hear a cat purring. Both scenarios, imagining herself ripping or what felt like natural disgust to release the tongue rocked in her head. All varying reactions and emotions felt more typical in a situation like this.

Yet she chose to tenderly caress its tongue, purely sensual from the surge of warmth she received as she heard its lulling purr.

Fingers, firmly tightening without making it seem hostile and slowly sliding it on either side of the tongue, Betts mind suddenly turned to the vision that it felt like she was holding a cock. Lips curled into an unmistakable smile formed on her face when she thought that the tongue was firm and thick enough to be compared to an ideal cock, women with libido usually want. Not that she wasn’t against such a concept, she’s had her fair share of a few kinds of penis’s, but never something this skin stimulating.

Growing warmth was soon making her arms feel its strength lessen, but the creature must have sensed her weakening hold when it further opened its mouth and leaned forward as if to help her hold its tongue. Blindly moving in a better sitting position, she had let the creature’s mouth lean forward to near her mouth, and the temptation of her willingly putting the tongue past her lips was gone from her mind when she saw herself fulfilling it through action.

Filling her mouth with the creature’s tongue made it croon a sound of delight from its chest when Betts willingly sucked its tongue, even letting it go deeper in her throat. Somehow, she felt like she’d be used to doing deep throats before, especially with one experience from her past. Nothing made her prepare for the effect. It made her mind lose its sense and all reason, and even that meta dread and skepticism of her actions go out the window.

Like nothing Betts could ever remember, the pleasure of filling her mouth with a thick tongue could bring her wetness between her crotch. A feeling she knew she rarely had these days for her lack of an inkling of motivation to even masturbate for herself.

Gushing wetness made her feel her pussy throb. Down to the feeling of ticklish fervor of her toes to the numbing ends of her scalp. Betts knew her fear and confusion curtained over by the creature's innate desire to conquer.

She felt a need it had been exuding when she had come to calm her thoughts while she was held captive. The idea of a monster-like creature being sentient wasn’t a far-fetched idea.

By the time she had concluded her lost determination and acceptance of her succumbing to the pleasure, the tongue she had been busy sucking for minutes now had left her open lips.

Retracting it from her tired mouth, an involuntary moan of displeasure escaped from her. Somehow Betts let herself feel like a spoiled child deprived of her rightful reward.

The creature seemed to have sensed her emotions. An unmistakable scoff escaped its mouth, then brusquely held Betts left shoulder and its other hoof holding out her left leg. Drops of wetness had been seeping out of her sweat pants, promptly removing them from her legs, making the creature croon louder and excited that it made its way down her crotch.

Glistening with her natural lubricant, the creatures stub on the face for the nose nudged it with gusto making her squirm her hips in shock. Pushing its toothy mouth to her crotch would’ve made anyone writhe in pain, yet it only nipped on her skin, and the tongue that had previously occupied her upper mouth now languidly tasted her lower mouth.

By the motion of its tongue, it explored her labia in a circular direction. Next, roughly swiping left to right, then up and down. Hitting her clitoris gave her another jolt that woke her senses. Even her subconscious that wanted her to deny this growing lust meekly subjected itself that a loud moan escaped her lips. Glazed eyes watered from the want and yearning for this creature to fill her that her hands gripped on the one hoof holding her down.

Flicking her clit further sent an electrifying pleasure that shocked her and made her bite her lips. It played with her as if it knew how she wanted her foreplay before supper. By the end of her rope, she gave up suppressing her urges and let it continue fiddling with her.

“Mmm—” She said under grit teeth.

Opening her eyes into a squint as sweat dripped from her forehead, strands of her hair stuck on her skin. Squeezing the dark arm that pressed on her abdomen, she felt the rough callous surface of its skin that did not put her off instead still ignited her.

Digging her nail on the surface, she whispered, “be serious.”

The creature stopped licking her. Even its crooning halted, and as if a silence mocking the sound of the chaotic world enveloped Betts. Ears red from being stimulated too much and flushed to her cheeks, her squinting watery eyes looked down at the faceless head and saw that it was now nearer to her face.

Blinking in surprise, she suddenly felt a memory stir in her. Those words she muttered stirred nostalgia. Somehow, someone had heard those similar words and pressed their face to hers at the trigger.

At the moment she couldn’t remember who it was. But the will to bring this memory faded when her body felt a penetration into her vagina. Emptiness became fulfillment, and Betts orgasmed hard that she momentarily blanked.

Opening her eyes again wasn’t what she expected, but there in front of her was the memorable face of the same aged, fifteen years old, Trust. The pretty youthful grin sparkled amidst the dark ceiling of her room, and the lights from the lamp posts outside only made the definition of his sweaty face seem ethereal.

Eyes gleamed with adoration as he rocked his hips hard in wanton desire to please the young naked Betts. The hours before their lovemaking, Betts had just returned from a date with a senior from her school. This guy had asked her out of desperation to be her partner for the prom. That date ended with disappointment and an unwanted pitiful first kiss.

Trust waited for her that day, at least for their partner project for science. Witnessing his best friend break her heart that day was an embarrassing memory for Betts, but it was overwritten by the rest of that night.

Both of them didn’t plan to spend their night wrapped in each other’s arms at the end of that day. But, Betts and Trust were deeply immersed in sweet nothings when one of them questioned why it was alright to receive a kiss of pity on the lips. Together concluded that it was a shame that other people could invest in such actions written off as romantic by so many. Trust had volunteered to overwrite the kiss for her, to show that there were lips sweeter than first kisses.

The morning after felt like a breeze in her mind. Though, most of it was vague to Betts. The lasting impression of his warm embrace embedded a standard she knew would subconsciously stay with her.

Deep inside, she knew that no one could fill her to the brim as he would.

- end of chapter 3 -