Viper Ch. 01

Hey everybody! This is a new story that I've been planning and thinking about for a while, and I'm excited to let you all read it. It's my first entry in the Nonhuman category, but feel free to check out my other stories too! And don't worry, to the readers of The Society, I'm still going to finish that story too, I'm working on the next chapter now. Thanks always for the support, the feel free to comment, rate, and message me with suggestions or thoughts!

Also: This story does contain elements of non-consent/reluctance, in certain scenes. Just a little warning. Thanks again!

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"Hey, hurry up! We're not gonna wait all day!"

"Yea, yea, says all the slowpokes in the group!"

Loud voices could be heard outside the club, as a blonde girl and her friends were screaming back and forth, trying to extend their voices over the loud music. One of them was heading back to the car to grab something, and the others were trying to rush her back, since she was taking too long.

"Seriously Brittany, what are you looking for?"

"Just a minute! My car's too damn junky!"

"Just forget it so we can get back to dancing!"

"No, I can find it, it's just buried somewhere! Just go back in, I'll catch up in a minute!"

"Okay fine!"

She continued sifting through her stuff in her car rapidly, looking for her flats to change into. She had never been to this club before, and didn't predict how much energy the club would have and how much fun it would be. The high heels she had on just wouldn't cut it anymore, her feet were killing her and she was dancing more than usual. All she needed to do was find her flats and her night of clubbing and partying could continue pain-free. It wasn't a completely frigid night, being that it was fall time, but it was getting chilly as the temperatures began dropping steadily by the hour. It was just after midnight, and the young blonde began to feel a shiver crawl up her arms, and eventually all around her body, as goosebumps started to emerge. She closed the door to keep the wind chills out.

Shit, it's cold! I need to hurry up and find them... she thought as she rummaged through her things, looking in the glove department, under the front and passenger seats, and the backseat, before realizing that they were most likely in the trunk the whole time. As she shook her head, recognizing that she wasted about three minutes looking in the wrong spots, she crept out of the car and back into the autumn cold, quickly opening the trunk with her keys. As she left the car, however, she glanced back and thought she noticed a figure that resembled a person hastily enter and leave her gaze. It wasn't far from the where she was, but being that it was gone in a split second, and that she had been drinking, she figured maybe it was just a stray animal or a shadow.

She continued to look through the trunk, which also had quite a few things in it, before finally finding the flats she needed to continue her night of clubbing with her friends pain-free. She exclaimed out loud, relieved to get back to dancing and get out of the cold. She bent over and took off her tan colored high heels, breathing a sigh of relief as she threw them in the car and changed into her black flats.

As she stood back up and closed the trunk, she suddenly felt a stinging sensation on her neck, and someone behind her. Someone was biting her on her neck! She gasped and jumped, but was momentarily held in place as the person biting her was grabbing her ass, copping a quick feel. She panicked, enveloped in an intensified fear from the unusual sensation of someone biting her.

However, just as she was about to make a move to escape, the feeling of teeth on her skin suddenly vanished, along with the person's grip on her ass. They disappeared! In a flash, they were gone, nowhere to be seen. The entire exchange, although feeling like minutes, was actually only about a few seconds. She checked her neck, and noticed that a small, oddly shaped mark had developed where she was bitten. She looked around, surveying the area to try to find the culprit, and make sure they couldn't do that again.

But before she could take action and decide what to do, a strange feeling suddenly came over her. The first change she noticed was in between her legs, as a sudden wetness quickly began. This wasn't the type of gradual build of horniness or pleasure that occurred during usual sexual encounters or foreplay. No, what she noticed was an immediate surge of sexual energy, emphasized by the her pussy dripping juices and making a large wet spot in her panties.

Feeling this and a warmth come over her, she quickly went in the car and closed the door, checking to make sure no one was around. She moved her hand in between her legs and down to her panties. Drenched, she thought. And it was still dripping, her wetness producing more and more juices by the minute. Her pussy also had begun throbbing and tingling, desperate for more stimulation. Suddenly, as she continued to move her hands up and down her dripping wet pussy, all she could think about was sex. Her thoughts ventured from erotic and sensual to filthy and rough as she increased the speed of her rubbing. Eventually, she decided to take them off, allowing for easier access to her pussy.

Was she really going to do this, now of all times? She thought about the logistical risks, but her body wanted more and overrode those thoughts. She was almost pulsating around her entire body, emanating a sexual energy that cried for release. She viciously rubbed her dripping wet pussy, still throbbing. She rubbed fast and hard, stimulating her hard clit and moaning loudly as she did.

Before long, her first orgasm rushed through her, as her pussy convulsed around her wet fingers. She gripped the side of the car seat, her thighs, anything she could to weather the storm that was flowing through her. It was one of the most explosive orgasms she'd had in weeks, months, in forever. She continued to rub her wet pussy, which was now like a river of wetness, as her clit was still throbbing and begging for more. She came again, just as hard as before, and breathed heavily on the way down. She was expecting more of a mini-orgasm that could sometimes follow an intense one. But instead it was just as strong, if not stronger.

Something was wrong. She had already thought that masturbating in the middle of the parking lot was a little crazy, but she needed to do it because of the odd feeling that came over her. The problem was, it wasn't stopping. The pulsating around her entire body, the heat, and the dripping wetness in between her legs. None of it had stopped, or even diminished despite having two of the most intense orgasms she'd had in a while. She needed to cum again.

She thrust two fingers into her wet dripping sex and fucked herself hard and fast in rhythmic thrusts, imagining a thick hard dick doing it instead. She lifted up her top to reveal her breasts and pinched her nipples, until another intense orgasm rocked her. She fucked herself through that one, as it still didn't quell her thirst to cum again and again. She was locked in a never-ending orgasmic cycle.

Suddenly, something startled her, the only thing that could distract her from playing with her pussy and her breasts. Someone had opened the door! In all her sexual fever, she had forgotten to lock the door to ensure privacy. As the man walked in and sat in the seat beside her in the back of the car, she wanted to get out and run. But as he got closer and closer, the mark on her neck started to pulse and sent a stream of sexual energy through her body. Energy that was stronger than what she had experienced so far. Her pussy dripped with juices and throbbed even harder as he approached her. Whoever he was, she wanted him. She needed him-

"...inside you, don't you?"

"What?" She was so entranced she hadn't even noticed he was talking.

"You want me inside you, don't you?" He had a smooth voice, and as she glanced over at him for the first time, she realized he was more attractive than she expected. She couldn't see all of him, but she could see that he had medium length black hair, a dark stubble, and a strong physique. More so than that, however, she could see, in the little light that was offered to her, that his eyes emanated with a piercing yellow and black, and looked right into her own. He had begun to rub his strong hands on her dripping wetness with a firm grip and as she was stuck in his gaze, she came again with another thunderous orgasm. The pulsating feeling still didn't subside.

"Yes, please get inside me. I need you inside me."

The man didn't respond and instead knelt in between her legs, grabbed her thighs and began licking and sucking on her drenched slits. She moaned, enamored by the pleasure. Before long, he had put his tongue inside her pussy. Deep inside her pussy. Deeper than what was humanely possible, she realized. How long was his tongue? Whatever it was, it was going so deep in her pussy and reaching places almost unfathomable that she couldn't help but cum again, just as hard as before. She was beginning to lose sense of her thoughts from the sheer amount of orgasms.

"Well, I can tell you like my tongue. It's...kind of wet down here." He joked.

"Mmm..." was all she could say back.

"Lay back and spread your legs so I can give you what you've needed. Now."

She immediately followed orders, spreading her legs. Apparently, he had already taken his dick out, because right after she followed instructions she felt her dripping sex being filled by his length. She shivered from the first insertion and began moaning loudly as he started thrusting deep into her with hard strokes. He gripped her hair for support and thrust more and more, as her pussy made sloshing sounds from being so wet and cumming so much before he got there.

Eventually, she came with an incredible force on his hard dick for the first time, as her pussy contracted around his length and her pelvis bucked forward as much as she could. It was an incredible orgasm that rocked her, but he just continued to fuck her through it, and actually started doing it harder and deeper than before. She was sweating and breathing heavily, taking everything he gave her as wave after wave of orgasms hit her. Her previously torturous orgasmic cycle was now an orgasmic bliss...

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"Yeah.."

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"The sinister viper."

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"Enough already!" Laila cried out as she slammed the space bar on her computer, pausing the video. She frequently fell asleep doing research and watching investigative videos, and apparently her account was set on auto-play and led her to listening to Creatures Unlimited as an alarm clock.

Ugh, they are so annoying. But, that's what I get for sleeping with the computer right next to me. She thought as she grunted and slowly crawled out of bed, fixing her two long braids as she did. She stretched and grunted some more as her gray t-shirt raised a little, and went to look for something to wear. Her gray tee and black panties obviously wouldn't do. Before she did, however, she went to lock her computer, close YouTube and plug it up to let it charge for a little bit while she got ready. As she took a glance at the clock at the top of the screen, her stomach dropped and she gasped.

"Damn! 7:30 already? I gotta get going!" She wasn't late to work, as she didn't technically have to be there until 9. But Laila had grown accustomed to being to work early, not only because her boss might have some ridiculous task for her to do at any time, but also because she was trying to secure a better job for the future. She figured being early was one of the best impressions to make, so she made it a habit.

Laila rushed to the shower, letting the warm water flow down her smooth, dark brown skin, and calm her, if only just for a second. Working as hard as she did, just a moment of serenity did wonders for her mentally and physically. It also gave her a chance to think about what she was going to wear and what she needed to do today. It was getting busy at her job, and she needed to stay on point and not slip up. She decided on brown khaki pants, medium brown boots, a white top and her signature dark red jacket. As she was just finishing getting dressed, her phone started ringing incessantly, letting her know that things were already starting to get busy:

"Hello?" She answered.

"Laila?"

"Jess, you know it's me. That's what caller ID is for. Plus, you called me."

"Whatever, you never know."

"Sure, sure. What's up? You sound urgent."

"Oh nothing, just Jack wants you in the office like, now."

"Ugh, of course he does. I was just on my way, tell him I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Alright, see ya Laila."

As Laila hung up the phone, she looked around her apartment and shook her head. There were papers and books all over her side table, the edge of her bed, and even on the floor. When she got researching like this, and working late at her job, things usually ended up a little messy. Since she couldn't do anything about it for the moment, she shrugged and left for work.

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By the time Laila got to work, it was only 8:30. But judging by her friend Jessie's voice and her warning, that might have been too late already. She parked her black sedan and scurried inside, hoping it wasn't as bad as she thought. She walked over to her friend and colleague's desk, but heard her voice over in another direction, and then saw her dark brown hair and the same black shoes she always wore.

"Seriously, what is it about these shoes? They must have some special power." Laila quipped.

"I don't know, why don't you ask the girl who wears the same red jacket?" Jessie replied.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. I like this jacket."

"And I like these shoes. Anyways, Laila, I would just go ahead to your desk and get started on something before..."

"Wilson! Is that Wilson?!"

"I see. No point in running from it now."

Her boss, Jack, was storming towards her down the hall, attempting to look menacing and dominant. But his intimidating strut wasn't affecting Laila the way it had in the past when she first started working for the paper. It still made her nervous, but experience had taught her to prepare for it. He was an older stout man with short white hair, a stubble and most importantly, a permanent grumpy look on his face.

"Wilson. Where have you been?"

"Hi, to you too, Jack."

"Hi. Now, where have you been?"

"I mean, I'm not supposed to come in to work until 9. And I'm still here early. What did I do wrong?"

"You weren't here when I needed you to be, that's what. Now, come over to my desk so I can get you started on something. It's important."

"Okay." Laila said as she sighed under her breath. Usually when Jack wanted her to do something important, it was just busy work or a stack of papers to keep her out of the way. As they walked down the hall of the office to his desk, another writer of the newspaper came over and pulled Jack aside to talk to him:

"Hey, Jack, got some new developments on that murder case from last night. The one with the blonde woman."

"Well, what is it?"

"Apparently the woman was out last night with some friends, but they lost track with her after they went their separate ways to head home. There weren't any witnesses to identify the assailant, but there was something strange on the body."

"The autopsy report came in?"

"Yep, reports are showing that there was some kind of mark or scar left on her neck and several other parts of her body. Apparently, it's stuff they haven't seen before."

"Hmm, so it must be some kind of maniac or something. Sounds like fucked up stuff. What else did they find?"

"Nothing much, besides some weird readings in her bloodstream. They're kind of stumped on this one right now. It doesn't seem like the normal shit we see."

"Might be a poisoning or something. Good work, keep me posted."

"Will do."

"Alright, come on Wilson."

Laila resumed following her boss, after pretending to check things on her phone while eavesdropping. The case she overheard sounded more than interesting, and terrible at the same time. She knew, with her research skills, intuition, and persistence, that she could help if given the opportunity. It was Laila's dream to become an investigative reporter and work on the most important stories in the city. She wanted to provide people with the most accurate information possible, and uncover the dirt and grim that plagued the city. Since she was in school, she knew it was the best way for her to help people, and everyone in high school loved when she was on the local school paper.

Jack and Laila walked into his office, and she could smell the odor of beer cans in the trash and coffee on his desk. His office was messy, with papers, food, and other knick knacks spread all over his work area. Sometimes she couldn't believe this was her boss, but she had to admit he did provide results. She just hoped that he might give her a chance to do the same.

"So, Wilson, first I just wanna let you know that I know you've been doing a good job lately." Jack said as he sat down in his chair and Laila stood across from his desk.

"Really?"

"Yea, I mean I'm not saying you don't fuck up or annoy me sometimes, but I've noticed your work lately. Especially on the traffic tickets story and the one about the lost pets around the city. It's been good."

"Oh, well thanks sir." Laila replied kindly, although she couldn't help but sense a slab of sarcasm from her boss's tone. Those stories were cool, but he knew they weren't what she was interested in.

"Yep. Now look, it's been busier than usual around here, thanks to these weird murders and attacks happening around the city. It's causing a ruckus, and we're feeling the pressure to get these stories out so people read our shit instead of the next guy's."

"Right..." Laila knew it was really supposed to be about making sure the city was thoroughly informed about these stories so they could protect themselves, but she let it go. It would fall on deaf ears anyways.