Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 06

"He's an incubus. The Race isn't well known because they keep their powers secret, but they feed like parasites on succubi and other demonics. If he knew about you, someone who can become any race, you would disappear. I lost it for a little bit last night, first because I thought you were just another pimp, then when I realized you broke the tracking spell they put on me.

"I panicked." Diane was sobbing now. "I needed to make his lackey Benedict think you were just a Jane that took too long. I'm kinda known as the...witch who gets 'em off and moves onto the next one. They would have monitored you, followed you home if they thought to snag another hook in me. I needed to sell it."

Honoka didn't say anything for a long time, but eventually, she climbed up and turned on her lights, opening her door. "How did you find me?"

Diane cleaned up her face with her shirt, showing her enticing stomach, which Honoka pointedly ignored as the succubus brought herself into a sitting position. "I know a cop, he's an old friend. I called him and asked to track down your address and help me move my things out this morning. He's a good man and...nevermind. After a quicky to make it look legit, some of his fellow cops distracted the bouncers and we escaped there clean. Church is probably sending out goons to look for me, but I doubt he'll ever expect me less than five miles away in Norwood."

"What you did hurt me."

"I know. I'm so sorry." At this point, Diane groveled pathetically.

Still not sure if she was ok with all this, Honoka stepped to the side and waved Diane in. "There isn't a lot of room. I'm not sure I can forgive you, but you can stay for at least a couple of days while we figure something out."

"Thank you!" Diane cried softly, stumbling up and stepping inside. "I can pay you back if you want," she said as she began to remove her windbreaker.

"Nope," Honoka replied, shaking her head firmly. "If we start up again, then we'll do it as lovers. If not, then I don't want anything to do with you or your job." The usually timid woman surprised herself with how forceful she sounded but realized she meant it.

"O-ok." Diane gulped as she hugged herself and looked around the studio apartment. "Not a lot of room. However," she quickly interjected, "I should be fine on the floor here."

Honoka looked at her faux wood floor and gave up, waving the succubus to follow. "You'll get the bed, only ever use it two-thirds of the time anyway. I'll be in here." Opening the bathroom door, the futanari motioned her inside and gave the now gaping woman the grand tour of everything, including the Fortress Of Debauchery.

"Hot water? All the time? Marry me."

Honoka giggled behind her hands. "There is an unstoppable sex machine with a waterproof bed, seven showerheads and high def TV. Are you sure all you care about is the water heaters?" They both broke down, laughing at the absurdity of it.

"You don't know what it's like," Diane said, tears coming down her face as she laughed. "I haven't gotten a hot shower in years! The Johns always came first."

"That's what she said!" This brought on another round of laughter as they both experienced a much-needed catharsis. This went on for minutes.

"Ok, that's enough," Honoka insisted as the laughter died down, walking out of the bathroom. "Let's get your things inside. After, I still need my schwing problem taken care of but the bathroom is soundproof so you shouldn't hear anything. And no," she said, picking up the first box, "I'm still not sure about us, but we can talk tomorrow after we sleep in. My wifi password is on my desk."

Diane nodded and they worked to move Honoka's roommate in. It didn't take long, there wasn't much, but Honoka was silently curious why most of the boxes sounded like glass tinkling inside. After, Honoka set a video up while Diane made use of the bathroom. Maybe it was her current living arrangement, but the footage Honoka picked boasted the same redhead cheerleader as two nights ago.

Two nights? Life was coming at the shy, small, anxious, black Asian, hermaphrodite woman faster than she would ever guess. The two switched rooms and said goodnight. Honoka wasn't sure what Diane did before going to sleep, but the pent up hermaphrodite fantasized a great deal as she built to climax and blacked out to the pounding of a huge cock in a tight redhead.