"Sixteen stitches," Mikaela muttered under her breath, the click of her heels sharp against the pavement. "And he still wouldn't admit he dropped the damn transmission on his own foot."
A gust of wind hit her bare legs, making the slit in her red dress flutter dangerously high. She didn't bother smoothing it down. Let them look. The drunk leaning against the lamppost whistled, and she flicked her hair over one shoulder without breaking stride. "You paying for the view, or just wasting air?"
His grin faltered. She could already smell the stale beer on his breath from three feet away. "C'mon, sweetheart..."
"Try 'sweetheart' again, she said, stopping dead, "and I'll show you how a torque wrench feels against your teeth." The neon from the auto shop across the street pulsed red over her knuckles, still faintly smudged with grease from earlier.
Further down the block, bass throbbed through the walls of some club, the rhythm syncing with the ache between her thighs. Mikaela rolled her shoulders back, letting the dress strap slip. One night without someone's hands on her, without the press of a steering wheel against her palms, felt impossible. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, tasting cherry gloss and impatience.
Above, the Abaddon Folk's wings stuttered mid-air. The scent, hot metal, sweat, something tart and unmistakably female, hit her like a pheromonal detonation. Her four arms twitched in unison, slim fingers flexing. "Prey," she murmured, voice layered with static. "No. Not prey." The distinction mattered. This human's scent carried commands, not fear.
Mikaela's heel caught on a crack in the sidewalk. She hissed, staggering, and the sudden shift in posture made her dress ride up her thighs. The Abaddon's tail coiled tight. "You," she called down, her tone slicing through the city's noise. Not a question. An acknowledgment.
Mikaela looked up. The creature's pale skin glowed under the streetlights, her jeweled eyes refracting the neon into violet shards. "Me," Mikaela shot back, chin lifted. The Abaddon's nostrils flared. Every exhale carried the promise of teeth, of silk-slick restraints. Mikaela's pulse hammered—not in her throat, but lower, where the dress fabric clung damp. "You gonna stare all night, or come down here and do something about it?"
The Abaddon Folk landed with a rustle of wings, her four arms unfolding like a nightmare's embrace. One finger, long, covered in the purple fabric of her glove, pointed at Mikaela's chest. "Mine," she hissed, voice layered with something primal, something that vibrated straight through Mikaela's ribs and coiled around her spine.
Mikaela laughed, sharp as a wrench dropped on concrete. "The fuck I am." She stepped back, heels scraping pavement, but her thighs pressed together instinctively. The air between them thickened with pheromones, metallic and sweet, like engine oil mixed with cherry soda.
The Abaddon's tail lashed. Her lips parted, revealing a glimpse of needle-sharp incisors. "You smell," she murmured, stepping closer, "like you want to be." The accusation landed hot against Mikaela's collarbone, and damn it, she couldn't deny the slickness between her legs, the way her nipples peaked against the dress's thin fabric. The Abaddon inhaled, slow, deliberate. "Mine."
Mikaela shook her head, baring her teeth in a grin. "Fuck that." She spun on her heel and bolted, red heels clattering against the asphalt like gunshots. The dress flared, exposing the backs of her thighs, the lace edge of panties, black, because she'd planned for trouble. The Abaddon Folk's wings snapped open, a shuddering hum filling the air as she gave chase.
"You run," the Abaddon called, her voice threading through the alleyways like smoke, "but your body begs." Mikaela skidded around a dumpster, fingers brushing rusted metal. Behind her, the creature's boots clicked, too close, too fast. Mikaela's breath hitched. Not fear. Anticipation.
The park gates loomed ahead, iron filigree twisted into thorned vines. Mikaela vaulted over them, her dress tearing on a spike. The sting along her thigh barely registered. She wove between oaks, their trunks wide enough to hide behind. The Abaddon's wings buzzed, then cut off mid-sound. Mikaela glanced back. The creature wasn't crashing through branches, she was threading between them, her four arms sliding past bark like fingers through water.
Mikaela's heels sank into damp earth. The scent of turned soil mixed with the Abaddon's pheromones, thick as syrup. Her pussy clenched around nothing, slick heat pooling. The creature's shadow flickered across a patch of moonlight, closer now, her tail whipping side to side like a metronome counting down.
A low branch scraped Mikaela's shoulder. She ducked, but the Abaddon simply tilted her torso mid-stride, her segmented abdomen flexing unnaturally to avoid impact. The four arms, two outstretched, two coiled tight, made her movements fluid, unhurried. Like she already knew the outcome. Mikaela's thighs burned, her panties clinging uncomfortably.
"Stop," Mikaela gasped, more from irritation than exhaustion. The Abaddon's gloved hand clamped around her wrist, jerking her backward so hard her spine arched. The night sky rushed past, pavement replaced by open air. "Oh, you bitch..."
"Yours," the Abaddon corrected, breath hot against Mikaela's ear as her lower arms cinched around Mikaela's waist. The grip was firm, but not bruising, like a seatbelt locking mid-crash. Her upper hands slid beneath Mikaela's dress straps, thumbs tracing the dip between collarbones before palming both breasts. The gloves' textured fabric rasped against her nipples, rough enough to make Mikaela hiss.
"You talk too much," the Abaddon murmured, fingers tightening. Mikaela's gasp dissolved into a moan as the creature's lower hands dragged her dress up, exposing her thighs to the wind. The Abaddon's tail curled around one leg, the chitinous tip teasing the lace edge of her panties. "But your skin sings louder."
Mikaela arched, heels kicking empty air. The Abaddon's wings thrummed, lifting them higher, the city lights smearing into streaks below. The creature's breath hitched, not exertion, but something closer to reverence. "See?" she whispered, squeezing Mikaela's breasts rhythmically, matching the pulse between her legs. "You don't want to run. You want to *ruin.*"
Mikaela's laugh was ragged, her head falling back against the Abaddon's shoulder. "Fuck you," she breathed, even as her hips rolled against the tail now sliding beneath her panties.
The Abaddon's answering chuckle vibrated through her ribs. "Oh," she purred, "we will."
Her lower left hand hooked into Mikaela's panties, the lace snapping taut against her hips before yielding with a whisper of fabric. The sudden night air on her exposed skin made Mikaela gasp, not from cold, but from the Abaddon's breath hitching in response, as if the creature could *taste* her reaction. "These," the Abaddon murmured, dangling the black lace from one slim finger, "are a lie." She let them flutter into the skyline below like a surrender flag.
Mikaela's thighs clenched reflexively, but the Abaddon's legs were already there, sliding between them with insectile precision. The rough texture of the creature's micro panties scraped against Mikaela's bare ass, the friction deliberate, relentless. "You..." Mikaela's protest dissolved into a groan as the Abaddon's chitinous tailtip found her clit, circling just hard enough to make her hips jerk.
The Abaddon's voice dripped into her ear, syrupy with victory. "Say it." Her upper hands never stopped working Mikaela's nipples, twisting them between thumb and forefinger in time with the tail's movements. Below, the city blurred into insignificance. Above, only stars, and the creature's wings, beating a rhythm that matched the pulse between Mikaela's legs. "Say you want my cunt on yours," the Abaddon breathed, her own hips grinding forward to emphasize the promise. Mikaela's nails dug into the creature's thigh, her body arching into the contact like a live wire.
"Say it," the Abaddon repeated, her voice fraying at the edges, not a command, but a plea. Mikaela felt the creature's pheromones thicken, heavy with something desperate beneath the control. The realization hit her like a spark to gasoline: this wasn't just conquest. The Abaddon *needed* her to want it too.
The rooftop gravel bit into Mikaela's bare heels as they landed, the creature's wings folding with a shudder. "You first," Mikaela taunted, twisting in her grip, her back flush against the Abaddon's chest. The creature's upper hands yanked the red dress down Mikaela's shoulders in one fluid motion, the fabric pooling at her waist. The night air kissed her exposed skin, but the Abaddon's mouth was hotter, her lips sealing over Mikaela's with a hunger that tasted like victory and surrender tangled together.
Mikaela gasped into the kiss as the Abaddon's upper hands found her breasts again, gloved fingers pinching her nipples just shy of pain. "Fuck..." The curse melted into a moan as the creature's lower right hand slid between her thighs, three fingers pushing into her pussy without preamble, the slick sound obscenely loud in the quiet. Her lower left hand wasn't idle, two fingers circled Mikaela's asshole, the pressure teasing, relentless, until Mikaela's knees buckled.
"Say it," the Abaddon growled against her mouth, her hips grinding forward, the hard ridge of her cunt pressing against Mikaela's ass through the thin fabric of her micro panties. The creature's fingers curled inside her, finding a rhythm that had Mikaela clawing at the arms wrapped around her waist. "Say you want me to ruin you." Mikaela's answering laugh was ragged, her head falling back against the Abaddon's shoulder as the creature's teeth scraped her throat. "Or don't," the Abaddon murmured, her voice dripping with wicked promise. "Your body's saying it for you."
Mikaela's thighs trembled, her pussy clenching around the Abaddon's fingers as they twisted inside her, the textured fabric of her gloves rough against slick walls. "Fuck..." The word shattered into a moan as the creature's thumb found her clit, circling just shy of too much pressure. The Abaddon's breath hitched in response, her wings vibrating against Mikaela's back as if she could *feel* the pleasure rippling through her. "You're close," the creature purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I can taste it."
The Abaddon's lower left hand slid from Mikaela's ass to her hip, yanking her back harder against the creature's body. Her micro panties rode up, the fabric straining against the swell of her cunt as she ground against Mikaela. "Come," she commanded, her voice fraying at the edges, the word less an order than a plea. Mikaela's vision blurred as the Abaddon's fingers fucked her faster, her thumb pressing down hard on her clit. The orgasm hit like a spark to gasoline, her body arching as clear cum gushed around the creature's fingers, soaking her thighs and the Abaddon's glove.
Before Mikaela could catch her breath, the Abaddon's hands withdrew, her tail coiling around Mikaela's waist as she spun them both. The rooftop gravel bit into Mikaela's bare back as the creature loomed over her, her four arms braced on either side of Mikaela's head. The Abaddon's micro panties were already halfway down her thighs, the slick evidence of her own arousal glistening in the moonlight. "Now," she breathed, her voice raw with need, "you're going to watch me take what's mine."
Mikaela's protest died in her throat as the Abaddon's full thighs pressed against hers, forcing her legs wider. The creature's cunt was hotter than Mikaela expected, the swollen lips already dripping as they brushed against her own. The Abaddon's breath hitched, sharp, unguarded, as their wetness mingled. "Fuck," Mikaela gasped, her hips jerking upward instinctively, her own slickness coating the creature's thighs.
The Abaddon's laugh was ragged, her fingers digging into Mikaela's hips as she ground down harder. "You feel that?" she murmured, her voice thick with something like awe. "How perfectly we fit?"
Mikaela's nails scraped against the Abaddon's back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the creature's rhythm faltered, just for a second, before she surged forward again, her movements desperate now. The Abaddon's wings fluttered wildly, her tail thrashing against the gravel as she fucked herself against Mikaela's cunt, their clits rubbing together with each rough thrust. "You..." Mikaela choked out, her back arching off the rooftop as pleasure coiled tight in her gut.
The Abaddon's response was a groan, her forehead dropping to Mikaela's shoulder as her hips stuttered. "Say it," she demanded, her voice breaking. "Say you want it."
Mikaela's laughter was breathless, her fingers tangling in the Abaddon's short white hair. "Fuck you," she gasped, then arched violently as the creature's tail coiled around her thigh, pulling their bodies flush. The sudden pressure sent Mikaela over the edge again, her cry sharp as her clear cum splashed against the Abaddon's thighs.
The creature's answering snarl was raw, her cunt pulsing against Mikaela's as she came, her grip bruising. "Mine," she growled, her lips sealing over Mikaela's in a kiss that tasted like victory and salt.
Then the Abaddon's hips rolled forward, her pussy lips pressing flush against Mikaela's, sealing tight as her muscles clenched. Mikaela gasped as the first hot pulse of the creature's cum flooded her, thick and slick, filling her in a way that made her toes curl. The Abaddon's breath hitched, her voice ragged with satisfaction. "Now," she murmured against Mikaela's lips, "you're bred."
Mikaela's eyes widened, her fingers digging into the creature's back as she felt the unmistakable heat spreading inside her. "You... what?" The words came out half-choked, her body arching instinctively as another wave of the Abaddon's cum pulsed into her.
The creature's laugh was low, vibrating through Mikaela's ribs like a purr. "You heard me."
Before Mikaela could retort, the Abaddon's wings snapped open, her arms tightening around Mikaela's waist as she lifted them both off the rooftop. Mikaela's stomach lurched as the city dropped away beneath them, the wind whipping through her hair. "Hold on," the creature murmured, her lips brushing Mikaela's ear. "This'll be fun."
Mikaela's breath caught as the Abaddon's tail coiled around her thigh, anchoring her tighter as they soared higher. The creature's cum still seeped between her thighs, warm and sticky, a reminder of what she'd just taken. Mikaela's pulse hammered, not from fear, but from the thrill of the ascent, and the undeniable, maddening heat pooling low in her belly. "You're insane," she breathed, her voice lost to the wind.
The Abaddon's grin was sharp, her wings beating harder as she angled them toward the distant horizon. "And you're mine," she called back, the words barely audible over the rush of air. Mikaela's laugh was swallowed by the sky, her body pressed flush against the creature's, their shared warmth the only thing tethering her to the moment.