The Shapechanger

She stood up from the couch and decided to do a little theatrical strip for Andrea. She swirled her hips around as she slowly lifted her top up and over her head. She then bent down and gazed into her eyes as she ran her tongue over her upper lip. Andrea responded with a wide grin and bit her lip. Nadia then shoved her chest in Andrea's face as her hand slipped behind her back and unclasped her bra.

"Oh!" Andrea exclaimed as she was suddenly met with Nadia's bare breasts just inches from her face.

Nadia stood bent over like this and shifted back and forth, presenting herself to Andrea. It didn't take long before she felt a wet warmth on her left nipple that made her shiver. She was licking her nipple. Nadia hummed appreciatively.

Nadia didn't want to be caught playing catch up again so she decided to up the ante further. She pulled back away from Andrea, her nipple popping out of her mouth, and Andrea gave her a look that said "but why?" Nadia responded by swiveling her hips back and forth again, this time, sliding her pants down to her ankles. She had put on a sexy black thong for Jacob tonight, but Andrea was getting to see it first.

Nadia stepped one foot onto the couch bringing her crotch up to Andrea's face and then grabbed her by the back of the head to guide it closer. She wanted her to be close enough to smell her pussy which had already soaked through the underwear. Andrea did her one better and stuck her mouth right on her crotch and licked her through her panties. It killed Nadia to pull away, but she did. She wanted to give Andrea a show she'd never forget, something to get her through the long cold nights with poor old Vince.

She pulled away and took her foot off the couch, leaving Andrea begging for her yet again. Andrea didn't have to wait long before Nadia turned and bent over, shaking her ass in Andrea's face.

"This is the hottest thing I've seen in... well ever probably..." She said astounded. She was running her hands all over Nadia's ass and soon began playing with the waistband on her thong, running her fingers underneath and around it.

"Go ahead, you can take it off if you want hon." Nadia said. Something about being this girl's sexual mentor was unbelievably hot. She wondered if maybe she wasn't completely done fucking women yet after all.

"Okay." Andrea said timidly as she slowly slid the thong down revealing Nadia's ass and her fat pussy lips. As it fell to her feet, Nadia felt nothing at first but then a soft wetness between her legs.

Holy shit, she just went for it. Andrea had stuck her face straight into her cunt and began going to town, sucking and licking up and down her pussy from behind. Nadia suddenly felt herself forced forward and had to support herself with her arms on the coffee table. Jesus Christ, she's a natural.

She remembered her first few times with Helen. Neither of them knew what they were doing, and it took some time to figure out how to pleasure each other before they were regularly cumming together. It was clear that this was not going to be an issue with Andrea.

Nadia kept leaning forward until she started to lose her balance. She caught herself but used the opportunity to roll onto the floor into a more comfortable position. Andrea slid out of her pants off before joining Nadia on the floor. When she did, Nadia pulled her down to join her and the two kissed passionately for a minute before Andrea kissed her way back down to Nadia's cunt, eager to finish the job.

It was even better lying on the floor. Nadia wrapped her legs around Andrea's head as she slid her tongue inside her. Even as a beginner, her cunninglingus put Jacob to shame, and he was no slouch. Her tongue felt somehow like it was inches longer, and the way she moved between her cunt and her clit felt like impressive feats of dexterity. Nadia's own hands fell to her tits where she clutched her breasts and pinched her nipples. She began to feel the beginning of what was going to be an incredible orgasm. Top ten for her for sure.

Andrea surprised Nadia once more by sliding her index finger into her ass, putting her over the edge.

"Holy fuck! I'm cumming!" Nadia shouted. Andrea's tongue maintained pace and she pushed her finger deeper into Nadia's ass. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" Her thighs squeezed Andrea's head so hard she thought it might pop off, but Andrea didn't let off, not even a little.

When she was finished, Andrea just knelt above her, grinning. She was so cute, Nadia always had a thing for dimples. She looked so damn proud of herself.

"I gotta hand it to you. You're a fucking natural—I'm afraid your talents are wasted on Vince." Nadia tried to steady her voice, but her heart was still pounding in her chest. "Are you sure this was your first time eating pussy?"

Andrea giggled. "I might have lied..."

* * *

Jacob was beginning to lose patience, he had been following the red pick-up around all day, and it hadn't stopped once, not for gas, not for food, not even to go to the bathroom. Jacob meanwhile felt like his bladder was about to explode. The good news was that this was further evidence towards his theory. The bad news was, he was pretty sure the truck was driving aimlessly and worried that he had been made.

Finally a little after 5pm it pulled into a residential area in a rundown part of Cleveland. This kind of neighborhood would have normally made Jacob feel uncomfortable, even without having to worry about supernatural creatures. It made several turns before turning onto a street and driving at a snail's pace. Jacob tried to be discrete but it was all but impossible at this point.

When it finally stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned house, Jacob continued past and drove around the corner to park out of sight. He kept his eye on the truck in his mirror and saw the Shapechanger get out of the car and run into the house.

He parked and then rummaged in the tote bag for the bullets. The box had fallen open in the bag at some point so he managed to grab three and loaded the revolver. He then grabbed the wooden box and opened it, taking one of the wooden stakes out and then jumped out of the car and ran towards the house it had entered. He made it to the front porch maybe a minute after it had and cautiously pushed the front door open, stepping inside. He was careful to shut the door silently behind him.

It was dark and smelled of mildew. He stopped and listened but heard nothing. He took three steps forward and then heard a scream. It came from the basement. She's alive! Jacob broke into a run and quickly found the stairs descending two at a time into darkness.

He stepped around the corner and saw two figures, one hunched against the wall and the other clamoring over her. They were dimly illuminated by a cellphone on the cement floor. It was hard to see, but Jacob could clearly identify the figure on top as the "Lucy" he saw exiting the cafe this morning and the figure underneath seemed to have the same hair and body shape from what he could tell, but he couldn't see her face.

The figure on top looked to be convulsing, its head deep in the victim's neck. Shit, it's feeding! Jacob froze for a second before remembering why he was there. "S-S-Stop right there! I have you you fucking bastard." He pulled the gun from his waistband and pointed at the figure.

It turned to face him, its face looked contorted and awful. Behind it he saw Lucy's face, gaunt and sallow and that was all the confirmation he needed. It looked at him with what would later register as bewilderment. "What?" was all it managed to say before Jacob nervously pulled the trigger.

He had planned a whole speech in the car that day. He was going to make it listen to how it took his Sarah from him and how he had spent the past two years hunting it. He was going to explain exactly how he managed to track it down to its nest and murder it, but in the moment he faltered. He just needed to get it over with. Maybe he wasn't strong enough, but at least now it was dead.

The revolver exploded, it's sound echoing off the cement walls of the basement. The cacophony immediately gave Jacob an ear splitting headache. The smell of gunsmoke reeked in the enclosed space and briefly obstructed his view in the darkness.

When he came to his senses he pulled out his own cell phone and used it to illuminate the space. Sure enough, the wall was splattered with blood; he had shot the Shapechanger through the head. He was pretty sure nothing could survive that but decided that to be safe he would still drive one of the stakes through its heart.

He also needed to check on Lucy. She screamed when he entered the house, hopefully he was able to save her in time. "Lucy?" He said hesitantly. "Lucy Ogden? It's ok, it can't hurt you anymore." He took two more steps closer.

She looked even worse than he remembered Sarah looking. Her face was lifeless and pale and her neck and shoulders were covered in bites. "Lucy?" He bent down and lifted her hand but she was already cold.

"Fuck!" He slammed his hand against the wall in frustration and when he pulled it back it felt warm and wet from the blood.

The job's not done yet. He still gripped the wooden stake tightly in his left hand. The Shapechanger, still in the form of Lucy Ogden lay next to him hunched over on its side. He shoved it so that it was lying on its back against the cold concrete and then knelt over it. He positioned the wooden stake over its heart and then using his bodyweight and all the force he could muster shoved it into her chest. There was resistance at first, followed by an unsettling crunch but then it slid slowly and easily in.

Jacob stood up and assessed the scene once more. He said a silent prayer for Lucy and then ran back up the stairs and out of the house. He would call the cops later. Who knows what they would do with the Shapechanger, it would revert to its natural form—whatever that was—by tomorrow. Maybe it would spur a new branch of science, maybe it would get swept under the rug. Jacob didn't know and he didn't care. His role in all of this was finished.

He got back in his truck and slumped down exhausted and defeated.

* * *

He wasn't sure how long he sat there alone in his truck, but by the time he started driving home the sun had started to set. He looked at the clock on his dashboard. 6:26pm. He'd have just enough time to get home by seven for Nadia, but who knows what state he'd be in. He knew she had something special planned. He wrestled in his mind about whether he'd ever be able to tell her about this, about everything.

Then his phone rang. Speak of the devil. It was Nadia. He answered, mustering up all his strength to sound normal.

"Jake! Little change of plans, I want you to come by the Sheffield house tonight! We have some celebrating to do!" She sounded so happy over the phone.

"Really, is that so?" Jacob's voice was emotionless, but it was the best he could do.

"Yeah! I'll text you the address."

"I think I have it." He said.

"Well I'll text it just in case. Can you still be here by seven?" She sounded antsy, and he thought he knew why.

"Uhh..." Maybe I can use this excuse to run home and change first... "Actually I need to stop by the house real quick, can we say 7:30?" He was pleasantly satisfied with how he pulled that off.

"Okay! See you then! I love you!"

* * *

He pulled up to the house on Sheffield, it was 7:42pm, but he had gotten there as fast as he could. He was glad to have stopped home; there was more than a little blood on his clothes.

He had seen pictures of the house before, but this was his first time visiting it. It looked even grander in person than it had in pictures. Did she really sell this place? Jacob knew that this property alone would double her commission on the year. Now she's really going to be itching to get married...

He still had the revolver with him. He couldn't help but feel anxious and on edge. He thought about leaving it in the car but knew he'd feel better if he kept it on him.

He stepped up to the porch and the door swung open even before he got to it. Nadia stood there before him, looking sexy as hell.

"Hey there babe." She said suavely.

Seeing her smile and the way she looked at him helped melt some of the anxiety away. "Ms. Nancy Garner I presume?" He asked playfully.

"Why yes, come inside, let me show you around." She gestured for him to step inside.

Jacob took a step forward. "Wait a second, where's your costume?" He meant it as a tease more than anything else. He assumed that she had got caught up here closing the deal and didn't make it home in time to put it on. "You've been talking it up for weeks."

"Oh sweetie, I'm wearing it, can't you tell?" She said with a devilish grin.

Jacob stared blankly for a moment before it dawned on him. Oh—it's THAT kind of costume. He felt himself start to get hard. Maybe this night is going to be alright after all. He fucking loved when she wore lingerie.

He followed her inside as she playfully gave him the "grand tour." He paid her little attention, he was more interested in watching her ass in the tight pants she was wearing.

When they got to the master bedroom he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He was going to ignore it, but something told him he better look. It was from Tom. The message preview read, "They found Lucy and her twi..."

His stomach dropped. Nadia wasn't paying attention, she was going on about something in the master bath. He swiped his phone open to read the text.

They found Lucy and her twin sister dead at a crack house in Cleveland. Thought you'd want to know. Somebody shot her sister Ellie. Sounds like it's pretty nasty.

Twin? The assumption seemed logical for the police to make, given ignorance to the alternative. But still, something about the text made Jacob feel uneasy and sick to his stomach. How would they know her name? Jacob fired a text back.

Are you sure it's her twin? I don't think she has any siblings.

"Jakey baby," Nadia was standing in the doorway, her shirt had fallen off one of her shoulders revealing the upper part of her breast. "Is everything ok?"

He ignored her and stared at his phone.

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Yeah it's her twin. Her parents gave a positive ID on both of them. It's really sad.

I hope you can catch the guy who did this.

He slowly looked up and met her gaze. "Nadia baby," his voice was shaking, "w-w-what's the p-password?"

She cocked her head slightly to the side and smiled. "What do you mean?" Her shirt fell down further still, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, he could almost see the edge of her areola.

"What's the password!" He demanded, shouting at her. "Now is not the time to play with me."

"Are you ok?" She took a step forward and looked into his eyes. She had big beautiful green eyes, Jacob had always loved those eyes. Wait no, those were Sarah's eyes, Nadia had blue eyes... "It sounds like you had a rough day, and I'm sorry to hear that, I just wanted to celebrate—"

"Just tell me the damn password." He pleaded now, on the verge of tears. He knew, he already knew the truth deep down but was unable to accept it. Nadia too? Not poor Nadia...

It took two more steps forward and its face contorted ever so slightly and in an instant it became Sarah. "I've missed you so, so much Jacob."

Jacob's voice caught in his throat. The voice made every hair on his body stand on end. Sarah's voice. It was a perfect match. He hadn't heard that voice in years. He was wrong, Nadia's didn't even come close. He still had the gun tucked in his waist, and there were two bullets left. He took a step back and fumbled under his shirt for the handle.

Her hair had grown out now from Nadia's short pixie cut into Sarah's medium length and turned from black to a wavy golden brown. "There's nothing to be afraidhttps://forum.mobilelegends.com/home.php?mod=space&uid=616513&do=profile

of, come join me, join us inside—we can finally be together again." She smiled kindly at him as she took another step.

"Don't you like my costume?" She asked grinning wide as she let her other strap fall from her shoulder revealing her bare breasts. "I put it on just for you Jacob." Another step.

Jacob's back was against the wall. His brain knew better than to trust the being standing before him but his heart gave in. He felt his shoulders slouch back and his hand fell from his waist. Maybe there was something the stories left out. Maybe her soul really is living on inside that thing. Maybe this is the only chance I have. His brain was still trying to rationalize while his body reached forward, taking Sarah in his arms, remembering her every curve and feature.

"That's my Jacob." She purred, embracing him back and kissing his neck. "We'll never have to be apart again my love." Her hands running over his back were like fireworks. His brain had decided, or chosen to believe, that this really was Sarah. Everything else just faded away.

He wasn't sad anymore, he was overcome with vigor and passion. He pushed her back to the bed and pulled her shirt all the way down so that he could have full unfettered access to her breasts. It had been awhile since they made love, but he remembered her body well and knew just the right buttons to press.

It wasn't long before she was lightly moaning and scooted her ass up onto the bed. Jacob knew what she wanted and slid her pants and panties off together in one motion. She slid forward and spread her legs as Jacob leaned down and planted a kiss on her wet pussy. She responded by grabbed the back of his head and pulling him deeper.

Jacob was overcome by the remarkable scent of Sarah's sex—immediately bringing back old memories of great sex and acting in the present as an instant aphrodisiac, making him harder than he'd been in years. He tried to pull away. He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to feel again what it was like to be inside her, but her hands were unrelenting. She wouldn't let him go.

He obediently submitted and began working his jaw faster. He focused his tongue and mouth on her pussy while his right hand slid around from her ass to her clit and started rubbing it lightly with two fingers—just the way she liked.

His motions worked together in concert, slowly building speed and intensity as Sarah got more and more ramped up. She was pulling his hair now and moaning softly (she was never big on theatrics) as she unrelentingly continued pressing his face firmly into her crotch.

Jacob's jaw was beginning to tire and he was also having trouble catching his breath, but he knew she wouldn't let up until she came. He clutched her ass tightly and doubled down.

It wasn't much longer before he felt the telltale signs of her orgasm. Her hips started gyrating violently. The moaning paused for a second followed by a seemingly innocuous "Mmhmm" and then the moans returned, louder and higher pitched while she bucked and fucked his face.

Her orgasm lasted longer than usual but when it died down he felt her hands release from his head. He pulled away and gasping for air and as he did reached down to touch himself. He was so fucking hard, even just touching his cock almost sent him over the top.

She sat back on the bed and beckoned him towards her. He was more than happy to comply. She pushed him down on his back and slowly climbed on top of him. Hovering over him she every so slowly lowering herself onto his cock. He almost orgasmed when he first felt her pussy on his cock but was able to hold on.

She moved up and down, and up and down over him, in slow measured thrusts. The control she had over her body was impressive. He was overcome with pleasure which radiated from his cock throughout his entire body. The feeling was overwhelming, he felt as if he were catatonic, unable to move on his own. She must have sensed that and took his hands and placed them on its perfect breasts with a squeeze. She started riding harder now, bucking its hips forward and back. She made little grunts while it did. They sounded almost like Sarah, but Jacob couldn't be sure.

The Shapechanger

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