Kimberly.
The subtle beep of the room's card reader was, perhaps, the most technologically advanced aspect present within their accommodations. The heavy door swung open to reveal a surprisingly less disgusting bedroom than she'd otherwise assumed it to be.
The carpets, while old and rough, lacked any semblance of observable grossness or a considerable smell. The worn corner chair, a staple of all such motels, was, of course, just as uncomfortable and oddly green as most others she came across.
There was a television, but it was small for a flat-screen, the lone remote sitting on a dresser-mini-fridge unit that was starting to chip and peel away at the corners. The two beds looked perfectly average: both queen-sized and liberally covered in the usual panoply of huge comforters and massive pillows.
"How's the washroom?" she immediately asked, stepping in after William, who quickly pushed open the adjacent door and stuck his head in to check.
With the flick of the lights, a rattling fan droned on like a poor man's turbo, spinning up to its full and unimpressive speed as Kimberly snuck around to eye the pink-tiled room with mild interest. It was clean! If not small, honestly about as low-quality and cheap as one could reasonably try to find.
"I call window bed!" she laughed a second later, darting past a half-spinning Will to launch herself onto the mattress and bounce before flipping back over!
"No, hell no! You've been packing protein like nonstop all freaking day! I am not sleeping beside the washroom you inevitably ruin."
"It's fine! There's a fan!" she cooed, grinning from ear to ear with wickedly cruel delight.
"You're disgusting. And also, there's more beef and grease in you than a potluck brisket! You're nuclear right now!"
"Don't be such a baby! I'm good, and if the time comes, I'll warn you in advance!"
"I'm demanding a complete moratorium on leaving the fan off or the door open for the remainder of our stay. I know what you can do in there, Kimmie, we live together."
"Yours aren't better."
"But I'm courteous. When was the last time you ever bothered with probiotics?"
Well, he did have her there… She hated yogurt; it was the cool texture that really pushed her over the edge… But Will could never seem to get enough of the damned stuff.
Taking the point for what it was, she leaned back on the surprisingly plush bed and stared at the dark screen across from her, mildly tempted to go get the remote but… also not that interested in whatever garbage was playing… Motel's always had the worst channels.
A small silence filled the room as Will began unpacking his small go bag… His thoughts, like her own, were private for a span until he broached the silence, clearly unable to get demons off his mind…
"You think…" William began, gazing up at the tiled ceiling while affecting a contemplative tone, "If you—ever had kids, they'd also be demons? Like, is your mom from hell or, is it just something in the gene pool…"
"I'd guess gene pool? But I doubt I'd ever find out because I'm never having kids."
"Pfft!"
"Sexist…" Kimberly muttered, though there wasn't any heat to it.
"Kim, baby, kids are like all you can ever talk about when you're drunk on vodka. It's soooo baaad… Like, there's even a pattern! You complain that you've never found someone you click with that would be a good dad, say it's all bullshit and that humanity sucks and deserves the declining birthrate, then get all super emotional and touchy-feely, sobbing that you'd be a terrible mother but, that your kids would still love you, and on and on and… yeah…"
Kimberly blushed… well aware that there were—memories of a more numerous nature of that very scenario buried deep in her head… "But that's why I'll never have them! I couldn't do it! I'm just not the maternal type… and most dudes aren't either, so…"
"I get it. Obviously, I'm, like, the total opposite and absolutely love kids, but getting them is the gross part… I mean, I've always thought about it, you know, maybe adoption or something, do a little good in the world by pulling a kid out of some—gutter somewhere… But then they come with all sorts of baggage and issues and… It's a lot to ask, you know?"
"You can always do in vitro."
"Yeah, and that's sort of option two for me, but then, if I ever did decide to settle down, it would be whose sperm are we going to use, or are we going to just do two kids? But then, there's the whole finding an egg donor and finding a surrogate to carry… And then eventually, the kids are gonna wonder who mom is…
Probably, they'll want to at least meet the woman who birthed them… So, do I just—getready for that sort of thing and keep in touch? Assuming she'd even want to meet them because they wouldn't even be her's unless I find a surrogate and egg donor combo, but—Christ, it's exhausting just thinking about it!"
"No kidding, dude… the fuck? Is this shit keeping you up at night?" she chortled, staring at him from the corner of her eye and watching as her BFF let out a long sigh.
"I get hung up on things… you know that…"
"And kids is a big one?"
"I mean—yes? I kind of always thought I wanted them just so I could prove to my parents that I could absolutely do an infinitely better job at raising one than they did…
And also out of spite when they realize their gay son has a beautiful baby, then—you know, maybe revel a bit in their salty tears as they beg me to see their grandchild but… I also kind of just like the idea of having a warm and united loving family… It's sort of a fantasy…"
"Awwww… You'd make a great dad!"
"I know…" Will groaned, his eyes maybe just a touch watery as he continued, "But it always just seemed like such a huge thing to get going that I sort of just assumed I could compromise and just be yourkid's happy and super-awesome uncle! You know, spoil them rotten, hang out on all the family trips, do all the dad stuff but like—part-time… not perfect, but it'd be close enough…"
"We could always have kids…" Kimberly murmured, looking away from Will as both of them quieted for several seconds…
"Kimmie…"
'No, I mean, not in the gross way dickhead, but like, you're beautiful, I'm beautiful, we're both smart and so genetics-wise, any child would be like super far ahead right from the get-go. We could still do the whole in vitro thing and then just keep doing what we already are! Merge the finances, get a marriage certificate…
Oh! Then we could totally go buy a condo or lakehouse somewhere and, like, fill it to the brim with happy memories and tons of pictures! Then take turns bringing people we wanna sleep with there and just have the craziest, kinkiest, homewrecking sex ever! Like, full hate fucking, just really lean into the whole married affair thing!"
"Oh my fucking god… I love it!" Will laughed, his whole body shaking with heavy chuckles as he looked at her with gleaming eyes, "Wedding rings are the biggest aphrodisiac for scumbags!"
"And scumbags are usually always hot!"
"It's a total narcissism thing, but they wouldn't know they're the ones being used! Fuck! Ugh, the romance would be crazy! All the danger and pretending to sneak around... We could do, like, scenarios where you roll up in the middle of us banging and start screaming while I shove the dude I was balls deep in out on the porch and have him, like, hang there in terror! We could take pictures and scrapbook!"
"Your so freaking weird!' Kimberly grinned, "Who scrapbooks?"
"That's the part you find abnormal?"
"Well, I am a succubus, so we could totally take it even further! Like, if we found a bi-dude, I could just barge in and totally freak him out, but immediately flip the table, and suddenly, he's getting railed from behind while Im sucking his dick!"
"Okay, obviously, with the whole attraction thing, Im already sold on the idea but… don't you think that shit would get—weird?"
"It doesn't have to…"
"Kim, I'm gay! Bizzare succubus shenanigans notwithstanding, we're also pretty much family! It would be weird! Maybe not the first time, maybe not the second, but it just sounds like a pretty slippery slope before we're both fucking, except there's no one else in the room with us..."
"Eh, it's not like we have to do it! Was just all some—fun, you know? Locker room talk."
"Except it's not," Will stated, looking pointedly at her with far less humour in his gaze. "The magnetism thing is real, Kimmie; that means like it or not, my brain is looking at you and deciding, yup, that's the ideal partner for me!
I don't even know if I can actually make a living together as roommates work before the sexual tension gets the better of one of us, and bam! Were screwing like rabbits."
"I mean, would it be the worst thing? I know, I know, honorary brother and sister, but like, you do my laundry, dude, you've touched more my dirty underwear than my parents… And I do your shopping, we're already one drunk night away from doing something!"
"But before, I wasn't interested! And neither were you!" When Kimberly didn't say anything, Will's eyes narrowed on her with suspicion, expression unreadable as he said again, "And neither were you—right?"
"Well, I do go bothways and, objectively, yeah, I've considered it given you're—you…"
"Oooooh fuck me…"
"Careful."
"Kim, seriously! That's a big fucking thing to drop on me right now!"
"Well, so what? Maybe I had a small crush on you when we were younger, but that can also be said about literally dozens upon dozens of other people!"
"Bull shit! That was a bomb, and you knew it would be!"
"I don't hear you saying no…" The succubus muttered, still refusing to meet her BFF's eye.
"I'm not saying no… I—honestly… don't really know what to think right now…"
"I've got a perfectly good asshole, you know..."
"Stop!"
"What? They all feel the same!"
"Stooop!"
"And! I like pegging dudes anyways, so—"
"Kimberly!"
"I bet I could even do it better!" She grinned, still staring at the ceiling, "Now that I'm a succubus, I'm sure I've got all kinds of fun and twisted ways to make a dude bust the literal biggest nut of his life!
Oh! I bet my tail can double as a dick! Look! Look how phallic it is!" Kimberly laughed, waving the aforementioned appendage with exited and languid flipping flops as the bulbous tip bounced to and fro like a silicone cock.
"Nope, you know what? We're done talking about this! Done until we can sit down and have a proper conversation about everything—after we talk to your mom. And if I was even going to think about considering this sort of thing, I would need some assurances…"
"I can smell how hard you are!" She sang and meaning it too... Weirdly enough, despite all the other aromas in the room, she was getting the distinct impression that Will was physically interested.
It was a sort of musky, masculine, and thick smell that seemed to practically pop through the borg of everything else around them in a way that her instincts assured her was exactly what she thought it was. So heady and dense to her senses that she isolated it, focused on it, and, concerningly, even craved it...
Will froze, his eyes widening a fraction as if to ask if she was being serious…
"Calm down, dude, I'm just fucking with you!" She chuckled, though she didn't mention that she also knew he was enjoying it—on some level or other, or that she'd just told a lie...
"I think I'm gonna grab our bags… Ugh… yeah… we should probably head to sleep sooner than later, the faster we get back, is—"
"Probably better," Kimberly finished, nodding as Will got up, though, ensuring to do so in a manner that didn't expose the front of his pants to her…
Will made sure to get himself changed with the bathroom door locked, the clicking sound almost causing her to wince. Maybe she'd gone a little far with things... And she felt as though she should be mortified by what she'd admitted and suggested.
But—somehow, she just wasn't feeling the same degree of ohhh… humiliation or concern? Especially for something she's been, admittedly, somewhat interested in for quite some time.
The emotion that was shame seemed to become ever more distant as the hours passed her by... Regardless of how much it had been rearing its head throughout the day. And now, it was almost like an afterthought to her. Something that was there, but its voice was so quiet and demure that it was getting easy to ignore.
Honestly, Will was great! They worked well together, got along, had tons of fun, and had even been living under the same roof for years… Nearly a decade if one counted all the summers and weekends he'd spent hiding at her parent's place when they were younger…
Frankly, had he not been so completely uninterested in the opposite sex, she'd of very well tried something with him before this point. But since he'd ignored, purposefully or otherwise, each of her subtle hints towards interest, she'd, more or less, given up and moved on.
The conversation tonight had been mostly for fun, like she said, locker room talk. Nothing huge or life-changing so far as an immediacy towards decisions of shifting dynamics.
But the thought was somewhat interesting nonetheless… It was up to Will, obviously, but Kimberly could think of worse options for herself... Doubly so when thinking of—that sort of thing…
Either way, the remainder of the evening was decidedly quieter affair. Once Will came out of the washroom in his pajamas, he grabbed the remote. Putting on some boring show about fixing houses, among other things… After, it really didn't take long for him to start lightly snoring in the other bed...
Truthfully, it was of little surprise given how crazy the day had been for them both… And she didn't begrudge him being so drained.
Yet, oddly enough, Kimberly didn't find herself quite so exhausted… Oh, she was a little weary, mentally speaking, as quite a lot had gone on in the past day. But physically, she felt more—restless…
She tried to get to sleep, closing her eyes, rolling over, looking for that perfect cool spot while shifting about yet, nothing ever really felt right.
Eventually, she got up, throwing on her tights and sports bra to go out and have a little run. She needed some way to burn off some energy as she felt practically bursting to a degree that saw her completely antsy with the stuff...
So, even though her shoes weren't the best for jogging, she got changed, not bothering with the washroom and earnestly hoping that Will would wake up and catch her.
It was a silly fantasy. One where she imagined Will trying to pretend his eyes were closed while silently watching her, his breaths heavy and hips trying to stealthily rub his swelling cock against his pants as he was captivated by the show...
She even did it slowly, languidly swapping out her attire while unbeknownst even to herself, she gradually crept toward Will's sleeping form.
Her bestie was lying on his back, softly snoring, little else save for the dim illumination offered by the television filling the room.
When she was fully changed, Kimberly told herself it was time to head outside, and yet, she couldn't quite manage to make her feet move...
Instead, the young woman found that she was practically looming over Will, staring down in complete silence, her jaw trembling with restraint.
Unblinking.
Unmoving...
Not taking so much as a breath while the subtle scent of Will's sweat seemed to fill the air in a most, hmm... fascinating manner...
The gloom felt right.
The absence of witnesses even better.
And as she stood there, mind fizzling without true thought, familiar tendrils of saliva began dripping from her lips, her teeth softly grinding as her jaw quivered, a low and throaty keen starting to arise, the noise growing so loud that it actually snapped her back to her senses!
Suddenly, Kimberly saw that she wasn't simply standing over Will, but that she'd, inexplicably, moved to nearly straddle him!
She wasn't sure when she'd climbed onto the bed, nor how he'd missed the additional weight, and yet, with her face hanging so close as to nearly touch noses, and her drool changing in viscosity to an almost stringy goo, it was all Kimberly could do to arrest herself from the fantasy suddenly flooding her brain!
She couldn't do this...
It wasn't right...
Will wouldn't want it, n-not like this!
But it would be so easy!
He wouldn't resist!
It would feel divine.
And wouldn't her body take care of any issues that might arise, just as it had at the convention?
With but a mere kiss, he could be her's forever.
"N-no..." She whispered, pulling in a shuddering breath as the dampness in her loins threatened to create a wet spot on his chest...
She could... she could control herself! She wasn't a rapist! W-wasnt an animal!
Was she?
The thought clouded her judgment for a span, and horribly, in the next moment she returned to consciousness, she was grinding herself on Will's chest, hands to either side of his head, teeth biting her lip, a growl of sexual dominance filling the air as she indulged in the perverse foreplay, bright and luminescent eyes staring down at her victim as he finally began to stir.
With twisted glee, Kimberly reached down and smeared her fingers with her syrupy fluids, trailing each elegant digit across Will's cheeks and lips, then across his nose as his eyes fluttered open, their momentary uncertainty followed by sheer and unbridled horror!
And yet, that spark of realization in his eye faded away before he could even react, that haze of love and affection that had previously been there returning, much to her silent delight.
"Mmmhmmm... your so big... fuck... So thick..." She moaned, shifting herself so that she was rubbing his crotch through his boxers, dragging her plump pussy across his monstrous bulge as the swirl of madness wrapped her in its loving touch! "I bet you'd hit my womb! Like my toys..." She whispered, now reaching back to take Will's cock in her hand, hardly able to fully wrap it, even with her elongated fingers... ]
"Fuck! I've fantasized about you bruising my fucking insides with this beast... pounding my cervix, Bending me over the table, and just fucking railing me until my legs give out and you have to hold me against the wall as I pass out in your arms!"
"I've got a breeding kink; did you know that?" She whispered, one hand cupping William's cheek as she began affectionately stroking it with a thumb. "I always imagined you'd just hold me down one day after I was being bratty and just fill me up to bursting!"
Again, she gave his shaft a meaningful pump, loving the way Will bucked in her hands, how she tried to reach up, but a single finger raised to forestall him immediately caused him to settle and return to the mattress. Kimberly now aggressively flicking herself while chasing a crazed high!
Her head leaning down with hot and steaming breaths that softly dissipated in the air as her long tongue slithered from her lips, Kimberly tasting Will's salty flavor as it pulled along neck, dragging up his chin while leaving a trail of thick saliva until, with a grin, she eyed his beautiful lips, eager for another taste—
"Love you..."
She paused, blinking with mild annoyance as she peered down, lips curling at the interruption, only for her heart to suddenly freeze over like a glacial lake in winter...
Will's lips were moving, softly speaking the same verse again and again as he stared at her, starstruck, obedient, willing even, and yet, no longer himself... his words so quiet, she could only hear them now that their lips were nearly joined.
"I love you..."
Immediately, Kimberly felt herself recoil! Her entire body leaping from Will and flying across the room, pushing herself into the corner as she just stared at her BFF, heart racing, mind finally returning to itself and...
"Oh fuck..."