The journey back to my apartment is a blur. Amy chatters excitedly the whole way, recounting her heroics with animated gestures, but I can barely focus on her words. My mind is still reeling from everything I've learned. Vampires. Slimes. Are there others? This world is even more twisted than I thought.
As we reach the steps to my apartment building, Amy suddenly grabs me by the shirt collar and pushes me against the wall. Her lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding. The kiss is almost painful in its intensity, her supernatural strength pinning me in place.
I try to pull away, turning my head slightly. "Amy, we're in public…"
She doesn't let me finish, capturing my mouth again, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. The sound seems to excite her further, her body pressing more firmly against mine.
"I saved you today," she whispers fiercely between kisses. "You owe me this."
Her possessiveness should frighten me, but after the day I've had, there's something comforting in her certainty. At least someone in this bizarre world wants me.
"Let's go inside," I manage to say when she finally gives me a moment to breathe.
Amy's eyes light up with mischievous delight. "Yes! I have a surprise for you in the apartment."
My stomach drops. The last thing I need right now is another surprise.
"What kind of surprise?" I ask warily as we start climbing the stairs.
Instead of answering, she grabs me again, pushing me against the stairwell wall for another bruising kiss. Her hands are everywhere, sliding under my shirt, tugging at my belt loops, cupping my face with possessive intensity.
"Amy," I gasp when she moves to my neck, her teeth grazing my skin just shy of breaking it. "The neighbors…"
"Let them watch," she growls but allows me to continue up the stairs, though she doesn't stop touching me for a second. Her hands slide into the back pockets of my jeans, squeezing possessively as we climb.
Between each flight, she presses me against the wall for another fierce kiss. By the time we reach my floor, my lips are swollen, and my breathing is ragged. Despite everything, my body responds to her touch, a fact she notices with a triumphant smirk.
"I can't wait to see how you'll react," she whispers again, her voice dropping to that dangerous octave that makes my skin prickle with equal parts desire and fear. "Something special. Just for you."
We finally reach my door, and I fumble with the keys, my hands shaking from a mix of adrenaline, confusion, and reluctant arousal. Amy presses against my back, her cool body molding to mine as her hands slide around my waist.
"Hurry, darling," she purrs, her breath tickling my ear. "I can't wait anymore."
The lock finally clicks, and I push the door open, stepping into my apartment. I glance around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, just the same furniture, the same walls, everything exactly as we left it this morning.
"What's the surprise?" I ask, turning to face her.
Amy's smile widens, her purple eyes gleaming with mischief. She places her hands on my chest and pushes me backward toward the bedroom.
"It's in there," she says, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Go see."
My heart pounds as she guides me down the hallway. A thousand possibilities race through my mind, each more terrifying than the last. What if she's absorbed someone else? What if it's Liz?
As soon as we reach the bedroom doorway, I freeze. There, sprawled across my bed, naked as can be, is Amy. Another Amy, her purple-black hair fanned out across my pillows, her pale skin practically glowing against the dark sheets.
"I've been waiting for you," the Amy on the bed purrs, stretching languorously like a cat in sunlight.
I spin around in shock, only to find that the Amy who walked me home is now Riley, her red hair and freckled face a perfect replica of the girl from my economics class.
"Oh... oh no," I whisper as the horrible realization hits me. "You ate Riley." My stomach twists with nausea as I imagine the real Riley's fate.
Riley grins wickedly, placing her hands on my shoulders and pushing me firmly toward the bed.
"Yes," Riley laughs as she licks her lips, the sound musical and terrible all at once. "I did absorb her. She was delicious, by the way. All that feminine gym girl energy."
I stumble backward until my legs hit the bed, causing me to fall onto it beside the naked Amy. My head spins as I try to process this horror, the girl from my class gone, consumed, erased.
"You promised you wouldn't hurt anyone," I whisper, my voice breaking.
Amy slides behind me on the bed, her cool arms wrapping around my torso. "I promised I'd be good," she corrects, her lips brushing against my ear. "And I was very good at absorbing her. Quick, clean, painless."
Riley begins unbuttoning my shirt with nimble fingers. "Besides, darling, I had to do it. You almost came while looking in her eyes at our sacred date spot."
"But she was innocent," I protest weakly as Amy's hands slide under my shirt from behind, her cool fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin.
Amy's lips brush against my ear from behind me. "So what? Who would have saved you from those vampires? You could have died, Ben. I saved you because I split."
Her words hit me like a physical blow. She's right. Without her intervention, who knows what those vampires would have done to me? But at what cost. I feel something inside me crumble, the last fragments of of resistance collapsing under the weight of this twisted reality.
"I..." I start but can't finish. My shoulders slump as a wave of hopelessness washes over me.
Riley notices my change in demeanor immediately. She pauses in undressing me, her freckled face softening with concern.
"Don't look so sad," Riley says, her voice softening as she cups my face. "She's not dead, darling. She lives on inside of me." Her thumb strokes my cheek with surprising tenderness. "I have all her memories, her personality traits. The best parts of her are preserved forever."
The words hit me like a physical blow. I stare into Riley's eyes and see nothing but sincere belief that what she's done is somehow merciful. The horror of it crashes down on me all at once.
I stare at Riley's expression, unable to form words.
"Ben?" Amy whispers from behind me, her cool fingers tracing patterns on my back.
I don't respond. I can't. What's the point? This world is beyond my comprehension, beyond my control.
Riley's fingers continue unbuttoning my shirt, and I simply let it happen. My arms hang limply at my sides as she slides the fabric from my shoulders.
"He's not fighting anymore," Riley whispers to Amy, excitement evident in her voice. "Look how docile he is."
"Perfect," Amy purrs, her hands sliding around to my chest. "That's what I want. No more resistance, no more Liz, just acceptance."
They work in tandem, undressing me with practiced efficiency. I stare blankly at the wall as Amy's cool lips press against my neck, her tongue leaving damp trails along my skin. Riley kneels before me, tugging off my pants and boxers until I'm completely naked between them.
"He's so beautiful when he surrenders," Riley murmurs, running her hands up my thighs.
I feel disconnected from my body, watching from somewhere far away as these two creatures worship my flesh. Amy's hands glide over my shoulders and chest while Riley's mouth envelops my cock, taking me deep into impossible warmth. My body responds mechanically, hardening in her throat while my mind remains adrift in emptiness.
"Look at him," Amy whispers reverently. "Completely mine."
Riley hums in agreement, the vibration sending unwanted pleasure through my detached body. I don't resist when Amy gently pushes me onto my back, positioning me in the center of the bed.
Riley straddles my thighs, her freckled skin flushing with excitement as she positions herself over my erection as her clothes melt off.
"Look at me," Riley demands, gripping my chin and forcing my gaze to meet hers. "I want you to see exactly who's fucking you."
She sinks down on my cock in one fluid motion, taking me to the hilt with a moan that sounds eerily like the real Riley might have made. Her pussy feels impossibly tight, custom-fitted to my exact shape and size. It pulses around me with unnatural movements, inner walls undulating in ways no human anatomy could achieve.
"That's it," she purrs, rolling her hips in a hypnotic rhythm. "Feel how perfect I am for you."
Amy appears behind Riley, her pale arms wrapping around the redhead's torso. Her hands cup Riley's breasts, kneading them roughly as she presses her lips to Riley's neck. I watch in detached fascination as Amy's fingers elongate, stretching into thin tendrils that curl around Riley's nipples like living rings.
"He feels so good inside me," Riley gasps, her head falling back against Amy's shoulder. "So thick, so hard."
Amy's eyes lock with mine over Riley's shoulder, glowing purple with possessive hunger. "Show him what you can do," she whispers.
Riley's smile widens to something feral, her freckled face flushing deeper as she begins to ride me with monsterous speed. Her pussy transforms around me, developing ridges and textures that stroke every sensitive spot simultaneously. I feel my hips bucking involuntarily, my body responding despite my emotional numbness.
"Look at that," Amy purrs, one hand sliding down Riley's stomach to where our bodies join. "He can't resist us."
I lie beneath them, my body responding on autopilot as pleasure builds. Amy slides from behind Riley, moving to position herself beside my head. Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging until I'm facing her.
"Open your mouth," she commands, her voice soft but brooking no argument.
When I comply, she shifts again, straddling my face with her thighs on either side of my head. Her pussy hovers inches from my lips, glistening with unnatural wetness that seems too thick and too viscous.
"Taste me," she demands.
As Amy lowers herself onto my face, the first taste hits my tongue like an electric shock. It's impossibly sweet, like honey and berries, with an undertone of something exotic I can't identify. My rational mind knows this is dangerous, but my taste buds scream for more. I find myself licking eagerly, my tongue delving deeper as she grinds against my mouth.
"Oh, he likes it," Amy moans, her thighs trembling against my cheeks. "Look how hungry he is for me."
The taste is addictive, unlike anything I've ever experienced. Each swipe of my tongue brings a new flavor, sometimes sweet, sometimes tangy, constantly shifting and evolving like her body. I can't get enough, my hands gripping her thighs to pull her closer, my tongue working frantically to gather more of her impossible nectar.
Riley increases her pace, her pussy corkscrewing around my cock while pulsating with rhythmic waves. "He's getting harder," she gasps, leaning forward to brace her hands on my chest. "God, I can feel him throbbing inside me."
Amy rocks against my face, her slick essence coating my lips and chin. "That's right, darling. Drink me in," she purrs. "Let me be your addiction."
Riley shifts position, her body melting and reforming until she's facing Amy. I hear them kissing above me, their moans mingling as Riley continues to ride me with supernatural skill. The sound of their lips meeting sends another surge of unwanted arousal through me.
"Let's show him what we can really do," Amy whispers.
Suddenly, I feel something impossible. Riley's pussy begins to vibrate around my cock, actual vibrations like a living sex toy.
"Fuck his brains out," Amy commands, grinding harder against my face.
Riley obeys, her body liquefying just enough to create a rippling effect along my shaft. The sensation is overwhelming, like being inside a warm, wet tunnel of pleasure that knows exactly how to stimulate every nerve ending simultaneously.
"He's going to cum soon," Riley announces, her voice tight with excitement. "I can feel him getting closer."
Amy leans forward, her body stretching unnaturally as she bends to whisper in my ear while still keeping her pussy firmly pressed against my mouth. "You're mine forever," she hisses. "Body, mind, and soul."
I lose myself in the sensations, the addictive taste flooding my mouth, the impossible pleasure gripping my cock, the weight of two supernatural beings using my body for their pleasure. My hips buck wildly as Riley's inner walls contract and pulse around me in patterns no human could replicate.
Riley's eyes widen with primal hunger, pupils dilating until they nearly consume her irises. "Ahhh, he's cumming!" she cries out, her voice thick with excitement.
I feel my orgasm build to an unbearable peak, the pressure intensifying beyond anything humanly possible. Riley's inhuman pussy clamps down, rippling along my shaft with precise, milking contractions specifically designed to extract every drop. Her inner walls sway with impossible dexterity, massaging my cock from base to tip in rhythmic waves.
"Give it to me," she demands, her face flushed with unnatural purple undertones. "Every. Last. Drop."
My back arches involuntarily as I explode inside her, my cock pulsing violently as rope after rope of hot cum shoots deep into her transformed body. Each spurt triggers another wave of those supernatural contractions, her pussy literally sucking the seed from me with relentless precision.
"Oh god, I can feel it," Riley moans, her head thrown back, red hair cascading down her spine. "So hot, so thick, pumping into me!"
Amy grinds harder against my face, her sweet-tasting fluids flooding my mouth. "Swallow," she commands. "Drink me while you fill her."
I obey without thinking, gulping down her impossible nectar as my hips buck wildly. Riley's pussy continues to milk me, refusing to let a single drop escape. The intensity is overwhelming, my orgasm extending far beyond normal human limits as their supernatural bodies work in tandem.
"He's still cumming," Riley gasps, her voice quivering with excitement. "So much, I can feel it filling me up!"
The pleasure is unbearable, bordering on pain, as they continue to extract everything from me. My vision blurs at the edges, the room spinning as my consciousness threatens to fade under the onslaught of sensation.
When I finally stop pulsing inside her, Riley doesn't climb off. Instead, she leans forward, pressing her breasts against my chest as Amy shifts to lie beside us, one cool hand stroking my hair.
"Good boy," Amy purrs, her purple eyes glowing with satisfaction. "You're learning to surrender so beautifully."
Riley hums in agreement, her pussy still pulsating gently around my softening cock. "His cum is divine," she mutters to Amy.
"That's because he's ours," Amy replies, her fingers tracing patterns on my sweat-slicked chest. "My perfect little Ben."