Egg
chapter 8
Jacob stared at the cocoon.
Secured to the wall, the greenish-brown pod pulsed with life. While smaller in size compared to Aurora’s pod, it looked formidable all the same. With a bulbous body it looked like a pregnant belly. Rebirth for service to the goddess. With a sigh, he sat down in front of the pod.
Inside the pod, Meredith underwent the change. Meredith, a cop, found herself the day before as the latest inductee into the religion devoted to lust. Jacob didn’t know why he sat there in front of the pod, but he currently had nowhere else to be.
Everything with Aurora over the past few days left him a bit overwhelmed and three days ago, he awoke to find her missing. With nothing left to do, meandered to Meredith’s after a ton of research into where she lived. Thankfully, the internet provided the answer. That’s why he sat here now, trying to breath a bit. With his father being home and the lack of attention from Aurora, he felt overwhelmed.
School bored him now. Subjects that he once flocked to now meant little to him because his cock throbbed almost constantly looking for something to sink into. Honestly, he kept himself at bay, but today he skipped as his balls hurt painfully now. Three days and he hadn’t seen Aurora since he dropped her off at Ms. Devons. He tried not to be upset about it, but after three days, he felt abandoned.
Jacob hadn’t tried to go to Ms. Devons after being there once. A seen student would cause issues. Now that he thought about that issue as all that important, but getting discovered outweighed any physical need he had. Even now, staring at the pod, his cock throbbed in sick determination.
“I fucked the pod Aurora was in,” he said. “Would there be any difference here?”
Standing up, he groaned in frustration. By now his pants sat at his ankles. Looking at the angry head of his snake spurting out thick globs of white pre-cum. His gaze slowly fell onto the bulbous pregnant looking sac.
The black tendrils moved tentatively across the surfaces of the room. As he studied the pod and its body, he got the distinct feeling what he was about to do, would be welcome. The pod made no move towards him as he stepped up to it. Placing a hand on its brown surface, he marveled a bit.
The sac felt warm under touch. A beat pulsed through it. Even leaning up and pressing an ear to it, he thought he could even hear a rhythmic breathing. So much about it made no sense to him.
“What happens in there?” he asked in a whisper. “Does it hurt when the change happens? Does one turn into a soup?”
Jacob felt ridiculous asking the questions. Aurora kept a lot from him concerning the workings of her alien physical traits. That or she didn’t know herself and that possibility made Jacob more curious than anything. Surmising the priestess probably cared only about knowledge dealing with lustful oriented things. Biology wouldn’t matter to her, but then, Jacob did think the high school’s biology teacher would be interested.
“Ms. Brooks definitely would like this,” he said with a mischievous smile. “Wonder how she would feel about cross breeding.”
Holding his cock, he presses against the warm skin of the sac. Feeling the warmth caused a shiver of pleasure to run into his toes. Then, not knowing what else to do, he pushed his cock against the membrane of the sac.
Jacob got the impression quickly that the sac membrane mimicked latex in its response. While he could slide his cock to be surrounded by the body of the sac. Though, try as he might, the friction did not feel good on his cock. Deflated with the defeat, he prepared to pull away.
“What-?”
A powerful force gripped around his cock. Then, a warmth surrounded his phallus that spread quickly throughout his whole body.
“Who’s there?”
The voice was female.
“Meredith?”
“Yes.”
“It’s me, Jacob.”
“Hey Jacob,” she replied. Her voice sounded happy.
“How are you talking?”
“I’m still in the cocoon then?” she replied. “It takes a while for the change to happen.”
“Why?”
“The mind has to be preserved while the body is regrown.”
Jacob was silent as he digested that information.
“Why are you here Jacob?”
“I have nowhere else to go right now and I am too horny to concentrate.”
“How did you get in?”
“You left the back door unlocked.”
“That makes sense,” she said. “I was rushing to get inside before the physical changes began.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked after a moment of silence.
“Best fucking orgasm I have ever had in my life,” she said. Her words had conviction in them. “The explosion of light heralded the change.”
“So it doesn’t hurt now?”
“Only thing that hurts is how patient I have to be for it to finish.”
She was silent and a pull began in earnest on his cock. It felt nice.
“What are you impatient for?”
“Sex mostly, but moreover I now have been given a way to clean up the streets.”
Jacob closed his eyes once more and allowed himself to enjoy the sensations.
“You can actually have sex you know?”
“There isn’t anyone.”
“Well, like me, you need to find her. There a plenty of women who would thrive on this gift that you offer.”
He didn’t reply. The sucking around his cock became intense.
“Even now as you use me to please yourself, that backed up baby batter is potent enough to force a change immediately in a woman.”
Stars. He saw stars as his cock spurted shot after shot.
“That’s it, feed me Jacob. You’re gonna make me a powerful flower when I bloom.”
He didn’t hear much. The stars danced and brought him into euphoria. As he washed in it, a tentacle slapped against him, sending him flailing onto the ground.
“What the hell?”
The cocoon hissed at him. Backing away, he didn’t even realize that he had stood up. Tendrils danced from the side and Jacob understood that his welcome had been worn out.
Getting up, he shuffled away quickly. Tears rolled down his face.
“I’m so disgusting and worthless,” he told himself as he left Meredith’s room. “Even Aurora has abandoned me.”
Jacob moved through the house, bumping into corners as he moved awkwardly. By the time he reached the stairs to go down them, he forced himself to stop.
“Fuck this,” he said, fixing his clothes before starting down the stairs. “Everything was going great until my dad showed up. Think that prick even knows I’m the reason he is still alive? No. Mother fucker couldn’t even believe that I can do anything.”
Jacob mumbled to himself, trailing off as he exited the house. His vehicle sat there and roared to life as he drove away. Meredith’s house quickly disappeared behind him as he left. As he drove through the urban streets, he thought about what she said.
He didn’t know why the thought of finding an actual woman to fuck didn’t cross his mind before. Every woman thus far approached him for sex. Would approaching a girl actually work for him? He thought about this and wondered briefly who would fit his tastes.
He already heard Aurora’s thoughts on the matter as he thought this way.
“It’s not about looks. Those will come with the change. It’s about who is worthy to join us. Not all woman are and by far not all men. But anyone who can serve the goddess will in their way.”
There of course, didn’t exist a way to reply. Even though he knew Aurora and him could communicate telepathically, she hadn’t used the ability with him since before she had a humanoid form. With a sigh, he decided going home didn’t have any appeal.
Driving on the highway, Jacob felt relaxed. The road, even with traffic, felt freeing to him. Even as he sped, never going over the speed limit, his thoughts on everything meant nothing mattered about him to anyone in the world right now. Driven now, he drove for an hour to the next town over thinking there would be meaning there somewhere.
Jacob parked the car near downtown and began walking the streets. The weather, sunny and bright, made him realize that a black shirt and jeans didn’t reflect a good decision for the heat. Sweat accumulated uncomfortably in his pits.
“Probably should have taken a shower,” he said to himself imagining how he smelt horrible to those around him. His walking paced slowed as he remembered the teasing from not even two months before. Bad smell clung to him before. Often described at rotting pig sweat, he gagged at the memory. Shuffling off the walk and into a diner, he almost ran into a short blonde.
“Slow down there hun,” she said with a laugh.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, looking around in almost a panic.
“Its fine hun,” she said regaining his attention. The older blonde, a shorter woman by almost two heads to Jacob, looked up at him with a fake smile. They always were before and Jacob didn’t like this was any different. “Do you want a seat?”
“Sure,” he said replying to her and looking through the diner. No other customer sat in the place. The diner reflected the same as workers too. “Just you?”
“Naw hun,” she told him grabbing a menu and beckoning him to follow.
Jacob stared at her backside as she walked. A light blue waitress uniform with a pink ascot and white apron gave him the impression of a pinup type woman. In all actuality, as Jacob watched her hips swayed with her gait.
“Well?” she stopped suddenly and turned to look back at him.
Jacob smiled, but he didn’t feel any heat rise in him at being caught. Moving forward, she led him to a booth in an almost obscure area.
“Pretty far huh?”
“Closer to the kitchen,” she replied as he took a seat. The leather protested as he did.
“I’m the only one in as the owner at the moment. Afternoons during the weeks are slow,” she stated with that smile before placing a menu in front of him. “Start you off with a drink?”
“Water please.”
“Take a minute to look over the menu, I’ll be back in a few.”
And she left him sitting there. From her departure, he smelt the stench of stale cigarette smoke. No longer around, Jacob smiled thinking of an old saying.
“If she smokes, she pokes,” he said under his breath. Relaxing, he looked around the diner and saw nothing. Old pictures in black and white. Low ambient lighting that wouldn’t shine through the dark wood blinds, which hung over huge windows. Other than the shiny chrome trim on the edges of wooden and blue surface, nothing else drew his attention. The ambience reflected peace, and Jacob let out a content sigh.
Seconds or minutes may have passed while he leaned back into the the cushion of the booth. A lull quickly fell over him and he may have dozed off. The next thing recalled startled him as the noise of glass thudded onto the table.
“Sorry bout that,” the waitress said.
“Tea?” Jacob asked a little confused.
“Sweet tea hon,” she said with a smile. Her teeth were explicably white and shiny. “My specialty and at this time, I don’t get many who sample my tea.”
She slightly bit her lip. There was an innuendo present that he didn’t fully understand himself, but he thought the implication for the tea centered on womanly bits. Not wanting to be rude, even though water would have sufficed, and picked the glass up. With a tentative sip, he could sang to the heavens in praise of the sweet tea. The golden brown liquid danced down his throat in sugary sweetness. Before anyone blinked, he sat the glass down drained of the liquid where ice cubes swirled around.
“Wow,” he complimented looking up to her. “Whatever you want to bring me I’ll take.”
She smiled at him. Hand reaching out, she grasped his hand.
“I hope you know, I have the best cooking experience here,” she told him in, locking eyes with his and the smile turning into a blank expression. He got the feeling that a serious persona took over her. Then again, he also noticed while she squeezed his hand, so soft it was her skin.
“Whatever you deem necessary, I will eat.”
She smiled again and then let his hand go.
“Let me get you more tea and I’ll cook you something right up.”
The waitress left him, only to return in a few seconds and topping his drink off. Then she left again, disappearing into the back. Jacob took a deep breath, waiting for the food.
Minutes passed. No music kept him company and while he did have a phone, Jacob found content in waiting. His thoughts wandered on this place and eventually he had an idea of the place. The waitress touched him. He knew that it wouldn’t take long for her to succumb to whatever otherworldly influence he offered.
“I wonder if I can push it,” he said out loud. His cock throbbed in agreement. With a shrug, he looked at the glass.
“Maybe I should wait for the food though,” he commented, noting that sexual need could wait for a fuel up. Way women were when the change began, they tended to want for a lot of exertion. Sitting back, he took a breath, stowing himself.
In what seemed like an eternity for Jacob, he finally heard the sound of approaching steps. Moments later, a hot plate of fries and a burger sat before him.
“Make the best burger in town hun, eat up.”
“Thank you,” Jacob replied, but she already turned to leave. It left him wondering if there was a reason for her sudden change. Before she seemed more than happy to communicate. Now she left hurriedly without a word.
With a shrug, he ate the burger and fries. The whole thing tasted wonderful and after a bit he sat back satisfied with the meal. Draining the iced tea glass, he let the cup make a hollow sound on the table, causing the ice cubes to shift about. As if summoning her, the waitress returned.
“How was it?”
“The best burger I have ever had,” he told her. She smiled at him, but he could tell something was of with her now.
“Would you like dessert?”
“Do you have pie?”
Her face slightly reddened, and Jacob knew that the influence of whatever hit women when touching him worked. He almost felt bad, but then as she walked away after giving him an affirmative, that melted away. Jacob wanted to get off and this waitress would be the means for that.
Moments later, she retuned placing a small plate with a slice of apple pie on it.
“You don’t have cherry?” He asked looking up at her.
“I uh hun,” she stammered out. Jacob knew then that she was ripe for the taking.
“I could use some really hot and moist cherry pie.”
If the waitress could turn even redder, Jacob would have sworn something was wrong with her. He pushed the pie aside.
“So cherry?”
“I have this?”
And to Jacob’s delight, she lifted her skirt up.
“And that looks cherry,” Jacob said with a smile looking at the red plump lips of a woman definitely in heat.
“I’m not sure,” she replied, her word having pauses between each. He could see her inner thighs rubbing together, hiding her sex a bit. The scent of her need filled the air.
“Just climb on the table,” Jacob demanded.
“Okay.”
The waitress climbed into the booth seat across from Jacob. She sat on the table and swung herself around. Legs spread apart and he saw that she used the headrest of the booth behind to steady herself. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in to savor her lewd scent.
“Not worried about other customers?”
She didn’t say anything. Instead a hand reached to her sex and spread the wet lips apart. Meat lips pulled apart, assaulting his nostrils with a pungent smell of desire. Without further hesitation, he leaned into her heat.
Warm wetness engulfed his cheeks as pussy lips slid across his face. Without any more chiding, he began licking pussy for all it was worth, using his tongue to lap up the salty tasting fluids. He almost stopped after a moment to look up at her, but then her body finally gave a shudder after his tongue roamed through the valley of her sex.
“Ah fuck,” she cried out. “It’s been so long. Lick that pussy honey.”
Jacob felt all too happy to oblige the demand. While with sex, something he found fascinatingly amazing about women is how sensitive they could be.
“Lick it, harder.”
Suddenly nails dug into his skull, but he didn’t mind the pain they brought. What he did mind over the minutes of lapping at the waitress’s pussy, is that she began moving her hips to rub her pussy up and down his face. Of course, his tongue didn’t stop. And neither did her growing foulness.
“Shit,” she cried. “My pussy needs more, drink its filth.”
Jacob would have found it comical, but she meant it. Suddenly, his face saturated under a deluge of liquid. He tried to pull away, but nails dug in harder as the waitress piercing wail filled the air. Eventually, her grip weakened and he sat back in the chair and marveled at how salty the taste of her sat on his tongue.
“That was something,” she said after a few moments. By the time the words left her mouth Jacob recovered.
“Not it wasn’t,” he said plainly stepping out the booth. The waitress watched him. In a flash, his hand reached out and grabbed an ankle. She let out a cry as he yanked her to the edge of the table. Standing in the aisle, his pants dropped down.
“That’s huge,” she with a look on her face that Jacob couldn’t place. Still, look at the head of his cock, the swollen head resting the bare flesh of her labia. Another thing he noted at the moment is how prevalent shaved pussy presented itself. Looking at the glistening pussy as its brown lips looked enticing.
“I’ll lube it up.”
He ran it a few times through her wet lips. Before long, he began pushing to get his cock into her. A few pushes were needed for her pussy to open and accept it. Even as the head of his cock slipped into her, he held back from a final push.
“Ready?”
He asked the question. Not only for her to brace herself now for the size, but also for what would come from the encounter. He knew the forces that worked between sex and Aurora. No doubt to Jacob now as he figured out a choice presented itself for the change. Once accepted, she would change like the others. Aurora offered no encouragement in the telepathic link to the idea. Until a differing opinion on the matter came forward, he would assume it was right.
He waited for her encouragement and locked eyes with her. After a minute, she nodded and Jacob felt a sense of relief wash over.
They both moaned as he slid into her. Inches went in as he relished the feeling. An envelope of warmth and comfort around him as he went in. He hit the wall, but as he did, the waitress let out a throaty moan.
“I haven’t been this filled before.”
“I haven’t filled you yet.”
“No, you haven’t,” she replied, her body moving now in impatience. He shuddered with the feeling. “Get on with it.”
The demand didn’t surprise him, but the intensity of her words took him aback. As he locked eyes with her, he saw the lust in them in her gaze. With a smile, he then began rearranging her insides.
Each thrust was powerful. Jacob quickly built up a sweat under his efforts. He couldn’t recall when he had yanked her off the table and bent her over it. All that mattered to him was the nice slapping sound their bodies made as he thrust into her.
Eventually, the waitress stopped making loud noises. Her voice had begun tapering off from the obscenities. Without much more effort from her, he surmised that he probably fucked her enough. After that thought, he relaxed and allowed himself to finish.
“Ah,” he cried out as pump after pump of jizz shot into her. He saw stars as he did. A weight of stress and tension leaving his body. Maybe it went into her, a sort of offering to Aurora. That though dissipated as his orgasm came to an end. Awash in post-coital bliss, Jacob pulled out and staggered back. Looking at the waitress, he saw the thick white cum flowing out slowly. The sight brought a smile to his face.
“That fill you up?”
She didn’t answer. Jacob felt comical as he pulled two twenties out and placed them on the table next to her. He wondered briefly when the change would hit her. The thought of it made him worry being that the establishment had to have other workers at some point. Wandering to the front, he made sure his clothes were fixed before heading into the bathroom to wash his face.
The cold water felt nice on his face. He wasn’t above walking around in triumph to the smell of pussy on his face, but he didn’t want to attract unwanted attention from a passerby. The past of people cringing as they passed do to the smell of him. Wiping his face off, he smiled at himself in the mirror before making sure everything was presentable about him. Then he left the restroom.
Walking out, he noticed that the waitress could no longer be seen from the front.
“Must have moved to the back,” he said out loud to himself. He knew that if she moved that quickly to the back, she would probably be experiencing the change. It made him worry, but in another city, he shrugged with the knowledge that if something did get found out, nothing would be tied to him. With a smile, he moved to the door.
A push on the door and he almost slammed into it as it didn’t yield. With surprise, he found that the door needed a button pushed to open. Laughing, he opened the door and made sure that it closed behind him. A pull on the handle and the door didn’t budge. Off to the side, in a window hung a sign that said closed.
Jacob laughed again to himself. Nothing about the encounter made sense to him, but he got laid. Sex made him feel better and he almost skipped down the sidewalk to his car. He got in and started it up with a roar. Looking around, he didn’t see anyone, but he didn’t peel out of the spot and into the road.
Jacob drove back towards his home feeling content with the day. Though he didn’t start off the day with any plan, he learned that he couldn’t let life pass him by. There needed to be action on his part. Maybe that’s why Aurora stayed silent for the time being.
He jumped when the ringing of his phone reverberated through the car loudly. After another ring he answered the phone, not even looking at the display to see who called.
“Hello?”
“Jacob?”
“Aurora?”
“Yeah.”
Jacob was surprised. He didn’t know that Aurora could use a phone. Let alone, he didn’t even know when she got one.
“Where are you?”
Her tone over the phone sounded worried to him. Soft and filled with a tremble.
“What’s wrong?”
“You haven’t been home. I came by to see you. Are you okay?”
“Just driving back home now. Went out for a bit.”
“I know you visited Miranda.”
The comment didn’t sound accusatory.
“I went looking for you originally.”
He found the speed needed to travel on the highway a bit exhilarating.
“I have been busy with preparations.”
“It’s been a few days.”
“I know, and I’m starving for you.”
Those words hurt somehow. Jacob felt that it meant she only called on him for sexual things. He didn’t want to be used.
“I missed you.”
She was silent on the line.
“I’m sorry Jacob. You’re the most important thing in the world to me and hurting you isn’t what I want.”
He shifted through traffic, his mood now beginning to sour.
“I want companionship,” he said grumpily as he drove. “I want you, but not just the physical. If you can check in and out without considering me in that decision, what are we doing?”
Jacob understood he probably stood in the wrong unloading emotionally onto her. Aurora did have her responsibilities to the world she worked in creating. While they both worked for the goal of worshipping The Goddess, he felt abandoned. And nothing felt worse than that.
“Jacob,” she spoke. “I have to be honest with you concerning that. We are getting to the point to where companionship won’t be difficult for you or me. I told you, what this is, what I am, is first and foremost a herald for our goddess. Trust me when I say that spending every day with you in rapturous worship is the most ideal situation for me, but then the arrival of our goddess will never be realized.”
“But it’s been a few days since I’ve seen you.”
“I know, and believe me I know. You wouldn’t believe the amount of stress your father is.”
Jacob knew his father.
“What is he doing?”
“He is uh, well, handsy is one way of putting it.”
Jacob wanted to believe that his father only would do something meaning that he touched places that were unwanted. Another possibility is that a fist touched. Unfortunately, Jacob also surmised that both could be the case. That meant that he needed to find out what actually transpired.
“What did he actually do?”
“Devons, well, she has had better days.”
“Hitting then?”
“And he does like my rear, but his lack of compatibility with us I find revolting. Only reason he is around is because of you.”
Jacob almost took the last comment as her telling him to already accept it. He knew she held back on a verdict for him. Apparent to him, is that she feared upsetting him.
“Where do you want me?”
“Can you come home?”
Home.
Where was that to Jacob? He didn’t know.
“I’ll head over to my father’s.”
A pause of permeating silence filled the air. The road’s consistent reverberating took over as it pushed into the sphere of awareness. Jacob let the silence stand, to afraid to break it now over what Aurora would say.
“I am here already,” she said, her voice flat. “Be prepared.”
The call cut off.
Jacob only sighed. Something was off with Aurora. She didn’t even utter a goodbye when she hung up. Maybe his refusal to act on his father upset her more than she let on. He got the hint and it soured his mood as he drove now. Even though some sex with Aurora would be a welcome activity, he wanted to do something besides have sex with her.
“Wonder if she would like flowers,” he said aloud with an anger starting to grow in his chest. Thinking that it didn’t matter, he drove straight to his dad’s place, which did take another hour. By the time he got there, Jacob felt calmer.
Sitting in the car for a moment, he gathered his thoughts as he looked at the house. There didn’t seem to be any change in it. His observation surprised him. A few weeks ago, the place’s aura felt more welcoming. Was the presence of his father that tainted it? It didn’t matter now as he got out of the car.
The air around him hung quiet in the air. Not even a sound of birds chirping in the air or a rustle of a nice breeze. With a sigh, he let go of his thoughts and walked into the house. There was no greeting. In fact, the quietness followed him into the house.
“Hello?”
He called out. No answer, but a scent hung in the air. A flowery pleasant scent and his cock throbbed eagerly under its smell. It confused him for a second. Why would such a thing be here?
Walking through the house, he stepped into the living room and found Aurora asleep on the couch. He stood for a moment, observing her.
Aurora didn’t sleep making any noise. He could see the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest. The color of her hair was different now, colored in a bright red. Skin complexion also appeared lighter to him. Nothing new for Aurora, but she still had the petite body from the last time he saw her. Standing there, he wondered if he should wake her at all.
“Aurora,” he said her name. A groan let out from her. About to call her again, she sat up abruptly.
“Jacob,” she cried out in excitement and running over to him. She embraced him in a hug, and burying her head into his shoulder. A nice scent of flowers filled his nostrils and he realized that her hair felt damp against his chin. She leaned back and he her pink ever-changing eyes locked with his.
He felt, in that moment, all of the foulness of his mood melt away. Without thinking, he locked lips with her and fell blissfully into a kiss.
Aurora never held back with her love. Before long, her tongue filled his mouth and her hands roamed across his back. Soon, Jacob’s desire for her grew until his hands roamed over her too.
Cupping her firm buttocks in his hand, he realized how much in that moment digging fingers into her voluptuous form felt better. Then again, he would never complain about having such a wonderful woman in any form.
“I feel better,” he said breaking the kiss.
“From what?”
Jacob took a breath and prepared to tell her, but then, the front door flew open startling both of them. He turned quickly as his father lumbered into the house. The patriarch stood there for a moment, but he didn’t acknowledge the two of them.
“Get in here,” he said. The command in his voice left no illusions on the power he exerted as Ms. Devons walked timidly in. Jacob almost exploded into anger seeing the teacher walk in.
Ms. Devons didn’t look like herself.
There wasn’t a smile on her face. Black-rimmed glasses sat on her face, but he could see where her eyes were puffy from crying. Everything about her was reserved and she jumped when the front door closed behind her.
“Hey dad,” Jacob said, calling the man’s attention to himself.
“Didn’t see you there Jacob,” the man responded. “Go cook something for all of us.”
The command was lodged at Ms. Devons who quickly rounded the corner to disappear into the kitchen. Jacob’s father smacked her on the ass as she passed, and the squeak that she replied with almost sounded cute. The man then walked into the living room before sitting on the couch. Tension in the air increased ten fold once he did.
“What do I owe the visit?”
“Nothing, just came by to pick Aurora up.”
His dad sneered before looking over to Aurora.
“She’s to good for you.”
“She doesn’t seem to think so.”
Jacob surprised himself how quickly he spoke up. Even his father seemed to be a bit confused at his outburst. Normally, the man would have flown across the room to stamp out such a rebellious attitude. Instead, she sat back in the couch.
“Remember, your girlfriend won’t be here later.”
“I thought I was staying the night Jacob,” Aurora came up to him and latched onto his arm. She let out a whine looking up at him. It made him smile a bit.
“None of that now,” his father said, ruining the moment for Jacob. He liked when Aurora played cute. “You can stay for dinner, but me and my son will be having a conversation later that’s family business.”
A laugh had to be stifled with a cough from Jacob. His father didn’t realize that Jacob may fear the man, but Aurora presence alone left him feeling on a more equal footing with the abusive father.
“We can talk now if you want.”
Jacob’s father’s head cocked in confusion.
“What, you get laid and lose some weight thinking that will make you able to stand up to me?”
His father slowly rose from the couch and squared up from across the room. Aurora’s fingers dug almost painfully into his arm. Whatever transpired in the past before with Jacob’s father, something would be done here. That is until a scream sounded with the crashing of dishes.
“Wait here,” his father commanded at him before moving into the kitchen. Immediately, yelling began. While that happened, Jacob began hearing Ms. Devons cries of terror. At the first sounds of physical abuse, Jacob understood now why his father had no place in the world.
“Do what you will,” He said.
“What?”
“I said, do what you will with him.”
Jacob turned to Aurora and grabbed her into an embrace. She stiffened at the embrace.
“Are you sure?” she growled.
Even if he wasn’t, he knew she had begun changing even before he let her do.
“Don’t use sex.”
She looked up and smiled at him, showing rows of sharp teeth. Her eyes red with excitement now.
“It’s gonna be a party.”
Aurora left him alone in the living room as she approached the kitchen.
“What the hell you want?”
Jacob heard his father yell at the woman as she went into the kitchen.
“What are you doing?”
There wasn’t an answer with words. Instead, Jacob heard a sharp growl.
“Oh god.”
The scream where cut off shortly after they began. Jacob huffed at realizing that by his own command, the last tormentor in his life now, no longer existed. Soon, after Aurora finished, he would address what to do with everything.