Night's Womb

Night's Womb chapter 2

by Appleseed

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Trevor scanned the night club, desperatte for any sings of sings of a potential
partner.
So far the only women that had given him the time of day were old enough to be
his grand mother and had the stretch marks to prove it.
It would be closing time in another hour or two and it looked like he'd be going
home alone and getting well aquanted with a bottle of jergins again.
"Maybe I should just go now and save myself anymore humiliation." he moped.

Indiira leaned against the bar.
She carefully observed every man for physical and personality traits she wanted
her child to have.
"Look at that monster!" she thought as a guy who clearly lived at the gym walked
by.
"Yeah, all I need is a kid who'll rip my head off when I ground 'em."
"Too tall, too fat, too short, too agressive, too stuck in the 80's..."
She wasn't used to unsuccessful hunts but with such poor specimens to choose from
she was begining to wonder if she should just give up on her plans.
Then out the corner of her eye Indiira saw a young man that met her standards.
He couldn't have been a day over twenty and his nervous demeanor screamed virgin.
He was beautiful as any woman in the room.
"If it weren't for his slacks I'd have never had guessed he has a penis." she
mused.
He looked exactly like how she'd want her son to look.
She finished off her drink and quickly moved in for the "kill".

She was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen.
Her skin was as smooth as marble and the color of cream.
She had long hair down to her waist that was as pitch dark as the dead of night.
Her lips were full and a lucious shade of ruby red which was intensified by how
her eyes were a pale, almost unearthly shade of blue.
An hour glass figure would be an understatement of her body was built.
Trevor would have loved her long, toned legs but he hadn't been able to take his
gaze from her tits, which were each the size of his head.
The poor guy nearly came in his pants when she struted over to him.

"Mind if I buy you a drink, honey?" The countess asked in a silken yet athouritative
voice that dripped with raw sexuality.
"Ookkay..." was all he managed to sputter out.
"Bartender... two glasses of your finest rum."
"Oh by the way, they're real." she gently whispered into the young man's ear.
Trevor's face turned beet red at the realization that he hadn't taken his eyes off
of her massive tits.
"Oh how cute... I wonder how much I can make him squirm." she thought as a devilish
idea popped into her head.
"What, don't you believe me?" she pouted before placing his hand on her left breast.
"See how they bounce? That's how you can tell, not that it really matters to you,
does it?"
He was putty in her hands.
At that moment nothing mattered more than being with that magnificent creature.

He had no memory of how he got to the bedroom decorated like the a set of a high
budget period piece.
He also had no idea what happened to his clothes or why the room had no windows.
On the bed laid the stunning woman from the club, stark naked and guesturing him
over.
"Where am I?"
She giggled like a school girl.
"My room, silly. Don't tell me you completely blacked out."
He wondered whether he blacked out of if she put something in his drink.
"Besides, does where we are really matter? I'm naked, you're naked, so lets make the
most of an good situation."
Trevor's common sense was tossed right out the window when he saw the lithe countess
mash her massive tits together while licking her lips seductivly.
"Hmmm... here I am inviting you into my bed and I don't even know your name."
"Oh, I'm Trevor." he said as he climbed into the bed beside his vampiric host.
"Well Trevor, you may call me Indiira." she purred.
"Indiira? That's a intersting name."
"Well I hope that's not the only part of me you find interesting." she chuckled.
"Umm... wait, my condom is in my wallet!"
"You won't need it for what I've got planned baby..."

to be continued...