She Will Prey by Doug Klein
It was going to be an easy job. A house, just a few miles out of town, with little to no security installations at all. It only had one occupant, Morgan Baldwin, and she would be out of town for the weekend. The thing about Morgan was that she had jewelry. Lots of jewelry. Lots of very expensive jewelry. Enough that Blake could take a vacation out of this shit town.
"Go someplace nice.." Blake whispered to himself as he circled Morgan's house in the dark. Breaking and entering had been Blake's specialty for a long time now, and this was going to be his biggest score. He had gotten the tip from a junkie he had fucked a few weeks back, and to his surprise it seemed legit.
He had cased the place for a few days. Finding out about Morgan took almost no effort. She was as naive as could be when it came to her personal profiles online. Blake had found pictures of all the jewelry, from Morgan's photo section on her social media account. She had also bragged about the ski trip she was taking, so Blake knew he was walking into the easiest grab-and-go he had ever done.
"Maybe Mexico, find me a senorita..." Blake was still mumbling as he finished his lap around the house. No cameras. No security systems. No one in earshot. Still, Blake considered himself a professional, so he kept it simple. He went to the back door, the smallest and easiest to pry open. It was quick work with his crowbar, and the door popped open. A slight wave of fear ran through him, hoping he hadn't underestimated the situation. The whole house remained silent, save for the breath exhaled by Blake. He set off to make another quick scan of the interior before he hit the goods.
The house made quite an impression on Blake as he moved quickly from room to room. It was boring. Basic. Like a house out of a magazine. There wasn't even really any cohesion from room to room, and most of them looked as if they served no real purpose. The kitchen had no refrigerator. The living room had furniture just facing the door. It was weird.
Blake let go of the strangeness of the house as he finished his sweep of the first floor. Nothing worth taking, and nothing for him to set off so it was all working out. Blake still reached to his side and let his hand run over the pistol he had with him. Despite being confident in how easy it was going to be, he always came ready. He had used it before, and it had done him well. A sudden rush of images of that drug dealer and his bitch screaming hit Blake. It had been almost two years, and all it did was make him chuckle. Cops had thought it was gang related, and never once thought it was because Blake was getting weighted bags. Hilarious, really.
Blake started his way upstairs. He had let caution slip away a bit as he stomped up the stairs.
"Stupid bitch probably has everything just on her vanity," Blake said to himself. He had almost reached the top when he was stopped dead in his tracks. A soft, feminine voice called out from down the hall.
"Hello?" It was definitely a woman, but there was no trace of fear within the voice, just curiosity. Blake's heart had sped up just a bit as he took his pistol from its holster. He then tiptoed down the hall, moving quietly in the dark. A room at the end of the hall was opened just a sliver, and tiny rays of fluorescent light emanated from the outline of the door. Blake took two deep breaths then swung open the door with his pistol held out.
Sitting on the bed, dressed in black lace lingerie, was Morgan Baldwin. Her black hair ran down the front of one shoulder, and her lips were a crimson hue. Bright green eyes seemed to stare right through Blake with a sensual intensity. She sat on her bed as if she had been waiting for someone. Blake held the gun tight as a warmth within the room caressed his skin, his face. A sweet scent of something floral wafted around his head and filled his lungs with every breath. His heart had slowed, and Blake lowered the gun. Morgan leaned forward, her cleavage nearly falling out of the little clothes she had on.
"Well, hello there. What’s your name?" Morgan asked, her voice like a low, soft melody. Blake stepped towards the bed and had now dropped the pistol to the floor.
"Well, I’m Blake. I already know who you are, Ms. Morgan Baldwin. Aren't you supposed to be skiing?" Blake said through clouded thoughts. He felt as if he had drunk the sweetest wine he had ever had, and he was loving it.
"It’s too cold to go out now. Come here, please, Blake. Make me warm." Morgan opened her arms to Blake, and he did not hesitate. Blake fell into the bed and undressed as quick as he could. Morgan, in fact, had ripped off his clothes before he could even finish.
They made love for what seemed like hours. To Blake, the room splashed with vivid colors, and his senses felt heightened. He had never experienced such ecstasy. Through moans and thrusts, sweat and screams, the night pressed on. Eventually, Blake found himself drained of all energy. He rolled off of Morgan, and laid on his back, panting. He wanted to ask her to marry him right then and there. Morgan did not give him any quarter. She had swung her naked body on top of Blake and continued on. Blake looked to the nightstand near the bed, seeing a pile of jewelry just sitting there. A vague recollection of his original purpose at the house ran through his head. As Blake stared at the jewelry, he did not notice Morgan as she changed.
As Morgan continued to copulate with Blake, her arms tensed. Her fists clenched as several spiked barbs pushed through the skin of her forearms in a straight line. She moaned from both pain and pleasure. That had regained Blake's attention, and as he looked up at the beautiful women straddling him, he saw the grotesque protrusions from her arms. His face turned to confused fear as Morgan slammed both of her forearms into Blake's shoulders.
Blood bubbled to the surface of every puncture and spilled out on the already dirty sheets. Blake howled in agony, his clouded mind now a torrent of pain and panic. He tried to throw Morgan off, but she was strong. Stronger than he was. Her legs had wrapped around his hips and squeezed with unbelievable strength, and that was when Blake screamed.
Morgan's green eyes had become bigger, and seemed to have almost several polygonal reflections within them. She opened her mouth, and her cheeks seemed to split in a horrific way. Her skin around her mouth peeled away, and her jaw split into several different parts. They were not human jaws, but hard and jagged mandibles. Blake squealed once again, but it was too late. Morgan snapped her head forward and the mandibles sunk into the flesh of Blake's face.
His skin was ripped clean off. He felt a stab of incredible pain as he felt the roof of his mouth get sliced. Blake shook his head in agony, which was a mistake. His eye was torn from its socket and it exploded in the mandibles of Morgan and dripped back onto his ravaged face. Blake convulsed once more, and then he became still. Morgan continued to feast until his head was completely gone.
Morgan dismounted the corpse after she had her fill. Her mandibles retracted, and her face returned to normal, save for the tremendous amount of blood that ran from her chin down her naked body. Morgan left Blake's body on the bed and she danced down the stairs. She placed her hand on the wall, and pushed. The wall moved and an entrance to a hidden room was revealed. Morgan walked carefully around several slimy egg sacs, and then she hovered over one. A large white egg then emerged from her, and she placed it with others of similar size. Now fertilized, it would grow, and become just like her mother. Morgan smiled through the gore on her face, and headed out of the room. She stopped by the biggest and oldest sacs, which had almost reached maturity. They were almost human size, and feminine features could be made out as the bodies inside now nearly exceeded the sacs space inside.
It had been a good season.
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