A Most Terrifying Engagement (closed)

[Poprockz]

The silence had not been broken by Andrea either, other than the quiet sound of her catching her breath. Even when her heart rate had calmed to a resting beat, she remained in that comfortably quiet atmosphere. His body was warm like a heated waterbed and she found herself wanting to stay cuddled up to his inky mass. There would be a time when they would have to get up, and she would have to hose herself down in the shower. She was in no rush though; she didn’t mind simply enjoying the mutual comfort.

However, his words made something twist in her gut, something that brought on the sensation of being an imposter. His adoration for her was born from inexperience- all he had ever known before now was a constant cycle of scaring children and feeding on fear.

There was a nod, “yeah, we can take a break for a while. And to answer your first question... I'm not perfect. I'm just... your first." Andrea’s eyes closed as she spoke, her voice sounding a bit more quiet than usual, though one might think it was due to the exertion of their earlier romp.

"Everyone has a first love that they fall head over heels for, someone who at first seems like they were made just for you." She explained, "Every moment with them seems exciting and fulfilling, like your heart might actually burst. Sometimes it's like you can't think of anything but that other person. You didn’t-“ Andrea stopped herself.

You didn’t really choose me.
"I mean, they call that 'looking at someone through rose-colored glasses," she finished in a casual tone.

Andrea was just the one fate had placed in his lap, and she imagined that he had simply been so lonely that he latched onto her quickly, regardless of who she was. He had nothing to compare her to, so obviously he would idolize her. While some might have been happy with such a thought, she wasn't sure how she felt. She liked knowing that Vanta felt very positively toward her, but it bothered her that he was putting her on a pedestal when she was far from the glorious image of perfection he seemed to see. It didn't feel like she deserved such praise. She was only special by merit of being his first.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta listened to Andrea's words and a mix of emotions hit him, though he kept stroking her back and cradling her to him, his body more than content with her presence even as her words gave him pause. She wasn't wrong. She was the first-

an image flashed in his mind. A strange looking hunched over figure was flashing a toothy grin at him. It was diminutive and naked, save for a light covering of fur, revealing primary and secondary sex characteristics that suggested it was female. The image changed to another one of dozens of naked bodies that were more distinctly human writhing over each other. They appeared to be in some sort of stone enclosure that had large burning braziers and towering monoliths in its corners. The figures seemed to be partially submerged in a dark, oily goo. But before Vanta could explore the implications of these images further, they faded away.

Vanta was puzzled but tried to focus on Andrea's words. It was true, she was his first love and he did feel an overwhelming sense of affection and attraction towards her. it was also true that Andrea did occupy all of his thoughts lately but even when he was a beast driven only to seeks out fear. Maybe he had only traded a primal need for sustenance for one of intimacy...but that didn't mean Andrea wasn't amazing. He had observed many humans over the years and none of them had fascinated him in the same way. He had seen couples fall in and out of love but he couldn't imagine any of them having the level of love he had for Andrea...but maybe that was exactly what Andrea was warning him about.

Eventually, still cradling Andrea, Vanta spoke, carefully suppressing the confusion he felt, "Andrea. I can't deny that you are the first person I have ever felt such a passion for...and maybe that is clouding my judgement," He relented," but I feel you are still very wonderful. I've been alive for a long time and during that time I have observed many other humans and I've never met anyone like you." He said, his breath carrying across from her, "I'm not saying that just to try and be nice, I have seen couples fight and hurt each other, there have been times I have tried to interact with other people without scaring them, and none of them act like you," he smiled, "I have never seen someone take a fall and then flirt, I haven't met someone who saw me in my tentacled form and found me attractive, I have never seen someone offer comfort like you have. I really do think you are special Andrea. I might have been too far reaching when I said perfect, as I don't know what perfect is, other than when I think of the word, you come to mind, and maybe my view is being colored by my attraction to you, but at the very least, I think you're a wonderful person...and if I had met someone else, I don't think I would be feeling this way"

He thought of how Andrea had spoken, "Andrea, if I'm not being too forward, it sounds like you've gone through something similar before," He thought of how she had talked about her past paramour, "do you have any advice for me? I love you but I also recognize you have more experience than me when it comes to relationships. I trust you and I'd appreciate anything you have to say with how I can..." he searched for the words, "be...safer? With how I love you." He put his forehead against hers, trying to will the affection he had towards her to spill into her, to either let her know that his love was true, or at least let her feel it and judge if he had fallen into the behavior she was warning against. He waited for her response.

 

[Poprockz]

If there was one thing she had learned about Vanta, it was that his responses were extremely thoughtful, more often than not. He seemed to really hear and digest her words before formulating a response. It made him seem very mature, and she found herself once again impressed by how well-spoken he was when he did speak.

Andrea didn't interrupt him, merely absorbing his words. She found it hard to believe that in all his years of being alive, he hadn't ever met another woman like her. Though... she could understand why no one had yet been turned on by a real-live shadowy mass of tentacles with a face. It was more about it being him though, rather than his shape. Maybe if people had gotten to know him like she had, they would also find him attractive. Well, maybe not everyone, but certainly a few. Perhaps it was partly that of the few people who would feel like that, she was one that had a unique mix of traits that he found fascinating and thus drawn to.

He was also surprisingly perceptive.

"Let me tell you a story," she started.

"Once upon a time, there was a girl named Andrea. She was in high school, and she met the most handsome boy named Josh." Her lips puckered slightly at the name, as though he was a lemon wedge on her tongue.

"They were in high-school, and they were assigned to work on a project together which is how the two of them started to get to know one another. From there they started to spend more time together, and eventually he asked her to a school dance and she accepted. The two of them developed feelings which naturally led them to start dating.

They would talk on the phone for hours, he would take her out to dinner, she would bake him things... It all seemed perfect. He seemed perfect. Her friends didn't seem to like him very much, but she would say that he was just a playful sort, and she truly believed that.

Soon they graduated high school and decided to go to the same college, even live in the same apartment to save money and continue to be close. The first year was bliss, and she would constantly gush to her parents on the phone about how happy she was. That's when things started slowly changing. Over time, he became more controlling, trying to police where she went, what she wore, who she spent time with... things like that. He became more irritable, more unpredictable. She lost contact with her friends because she was only able to focus on college and keeping Josh happy. Or at least... making sure that he wasn't angry." Her lips pressed into a thin line before she continued. These weren't the most pleasant memories she was recounting to him, but she wanted him to hear what she went through so she could make a point about it later.

"He would try to pressure her into doing things he wanted but that he knew she was reluctant to do, like doing sexual things in public. It had started out with him coaxing her into giving him a hand-job in a movie theater, then it had escalated into him touching her in dressing rooms and wanting more...

When he didn't get his way, it would be like he carried a storm cloud over his head, and he would be passive-aggressive and mean until she apologized; when he got angry, he would punish her in one way or another. Sometimes it was intimidation, sometimes it was grabbing her so hard she bruised, sometimes he would break things she treasured. He would make it seem like she was the one causing problems, and he would be rough with her sometimes if he was having a particularly bad day. Hurting her, making her scared, making her grovel... it made him feel better because it gave him a sense of power."

....

There had been a night where she had tearfully called her mother about him, asking what she should do.

“I feel like all he wants is sex and submission- I don’t recognize who he is anymore. Like… the Josh I used to know was funny and charming, and now he’s just cruel and-and mean-spirited! He could just be stressed by finals and all that, but I don’t think I can do this anymore, mom. I’m... I’m scared though. He gets… really angry sometimes.”

That was what she had said one late Saturday night, a week before she had broken things off. Her parents had funded her hotel stay while she broke the lease on her apartment and found another place, and she would be forever grateful to be so fortunate. He had tried to find her, bombarded her with texts and voicemails, even emails, but she had ignored them all. They went back and forth from pleading and apologizing to calling her a heartless slut and saying that he would drag her back by the hair if he had to.

After that, she had decided to put dating to the side for a while, at least until the emotional wounds healed enough for her to try again.

....

She switched back to first person. "I had a cat he didn't like. His name was Soup. One day he thought he would get back at me for an argument we had by letting him outside. He was an older cat, so he wasn't as fast as he used to be, and he had never been outside." She felt a lump in her throat, and she tried not to let herself cry. It was difficult- every time she thought about how scared her cat must have been to be in such a scary, unfamiliar place, probably looking for Andrea when a dog found him first... She felt such profound grief. It had absolutely devastated her.

"He died outside, mauled by some dog he wasn't able to get away from. I found him after looking around the neighborhood for him. When I told Josh what had happened, he actually laughed and said that maybe he would have gotten away if he wasn't so chunky." Andrea's brows furrowed into a glare and she continued with resentment in her tone. "I packed up everything I couldn't afford to leave, and left him when he went to class the next day."

"You probably saw some of the texts he sent me, but basically he would go back and forth between saying that he loved me more than words could express and that he would die without me, to telling me how I'm an evil bitch and that no one but him would ever love me. Though he "said he was sorry" he never once took accountability for doing the things he did to me, and he never gave me a real apology."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta listened to Andrea, his heart growing heavier with every word she said. He fought his instinct to constrict himself around her so he would surround her like warm blanket or trying to kiss her, acts of comfort that focused more on satisfying his need to feel like he was helping, rather than letting Andrea say what she needed. Vanta couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt as he heard Andrea talk about how Josh would coerce her into sex. While their last two acts of intimacy had been consensual, Vanta had most definitely wanted to go further...and before his "rebirth," he had even forced himself on Andrea. His ignorance was no excuse for his past actions: even if he hadn't been aware of her past, he had done so with the intent of devouring her emotions, her needs and the secondary effects of his emotional mining the furthest thing from his mind...and then of course he had also scared her, made a career out of it for some time, in fact. Then on that horrible last night before his rebirth, he had made her beg, strip and grovel while he puppeted her face. It was little wonder Andrea had so much trepidation around him.

That wasn't to say Vanta was only listening to find flaws in himself. As he saw the effect just recounting the story had on Andrea, he felt a burning hatred towards Josh. While Vanta had also treated Andrea cruelly in the past, he wasn't human and had done it as a perceived instinctual need or when he had felt he was severely wounded. But Josh was human. He had been born knowing what pain and fear were and chose to inflict it, not just on another human but someone who trusted him and loved him...and he had even turned that love into a chain to keep her shackled to him. Vanta thought back to Mike and how he had been mad enough to consider trapping the man in an eternal prison...Josh though, he wanted to do so much worse.

But that wouldn't help Andrea, would it? It wouldn't take the hurt she had felt away, it would just make Vanta feel better.

Instead, Vanta gently squeezed Andrea and rocked his face back so he was looking right into her eyes as he spoke. What could he say? Sorry? Of course he hated to hear what she had gone through but what good would it do to say sorry to her. Promise he would be different when he was still only a few days from when she was prey for him? Instead, he said the first words that came to mind:

"I'm glad you got away from him, Andrea." He said, cradling her, "You and your cat didn't deserve any of that and Josh is..." he searched for the words, thinking of what the appropriate insult would be, "a massive piece of shit."

He rubbed her back, "And I know this doesn't change anything but I'm sorry I hurt you in a similar way." Vanta spoke, a note of pain in his voice, "you deserve everything wonderful in the world Andrea. You deserve to feel happy and content."

He thought about what she had warned him about before and then her story, "I am sincere when I say that I find you wonderful and perfect...but I promise I'll do better about taking things slower and trying not to look through "rose colored glasses." He said, briefly making a pair of lenses appear in front of his eyes, "besides, the view is plenty wonderful without them," he joked, trying to lighten the mood, "I want to get to know you as you are, not just what I think from the short time I've meaningfully gotten to spend time with you...and while I don't think you would, if I ever feel you are hurting me...in a way that matters, I will first let you know and I will leave if you don't change...because I know it isn't good for either of us."

"and at the same time, if I ever hurt you again or I'm failing you, whether it be as a lover or a friend, just let me know and if I don't stop, change, or leave if you ask me. you know how you can banish me: I know you wouldn't do that lightly and I trust you," he quickly clarified, hoping he didn't cause offense, "but we also both know it won't kill me and I will recover from it."

his tentacles finished washing the walls and wrapped themselves around her back, awaiting her response, he hoped he hadn't been too far from the mark over what Andrea was trying to convey.

 

[Poprockz]

She almost chuckled despite the seriousness of the situation when she heard Vanta say the phrase "a massive piece of shit." It was very apt, though unexpected.

His apology made her feel somber again though. She hadn't been aware of just how much it would mean to hear him apologize for his part in what had happened between them. If he had been a human who had done such things to her, she likely would never have allowed him back in her house again. Perhaps that was why it haunted her as much as it did. It was hard to reconcile her feelings of hurt when some might argue that he hadn't known better at the time. He still hadn't understood that trauma and pain could be more than just physical. It didn't change the fact that he had left an emotional scar where he sunk his teeth into her.

She wasn't ready to have a heart-to-heart with him about that just yet. It would be more accurate to say that she didn't want to. Part of her suspected that she would have to do so at some point in order to be able to heal, but if she was being honest, she was afraid of hurting him by bringing it up.

That was for later.

For now, it seemed as though he was getting the meat of what she meant, but she still had a bit more she wanted to express. It also seemed as though Vanta was just as handsome in glasses as he was without.

"Sometimes things aren't as simple as "just leaving," Vanta. I want..." She paused.

Now that it came down to it, it was difficult for her to articulate what she wanted to say. "I think... part of what I mean is that sometimes when you've lived your life lonely and you find someone that fills that hole in your heart, it can be really difficult to manage afterwards if things don't go the way you want them to. When I broke up with Josh, I had my parents, Molly, and my..." she made a face, "Mike too. I had support, but I still felt gutted because I had thought the world of Josh at one point."

"If I don't fall in love with you by the end of the month, I need to know that you're going to be alright if we part simply as friends. When I think about you returning to that same loneliness you talked about under the stars..." Her chest felt tight as she thought about it, her eyes tinged with sadness. "Well, it makes me sad. I don't want you to think of me so highly that you believe I'm irreplaceable, or that you'll never find love again. I'm afraid that the more perfect you think I am, the more hurt you might be later..." Andrea averted her troubled eyes from his. The higher his regard for her was, the harder the impact would be when he fell from that height. He had no one he could turn to for comfort, which would make it all the more difficult for him.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

"Andrea, how can you be surprised at how much I love you when even now you're thinking of my well-being?" Vanta thought to himself. He heard her words and despite Andrea's tone, he couldn't help but feel a small amount of happiness in that revelation. He looked at her expression and his form changed once more around her to that of a large humanoid figure with massive arms that clutched her to him while holding her in his lap. There was a flutter of wings, and shadowy, leather wings soon joined the large, muscular arms in surrounding Andrea like a warm blanket. Vanta didn't know why he chose that form, but he wanted to take on one that would let him appear strong and protective even as he had to consider a prospect that he really didn't want to.

"Andrea," he finally spoke, "I won't lie, I do really hope that by the end of this month you'll return my love...but even if not, I do hope that, at least in part, you'll accept my love." He sighed, trying to find the right words to explain, "I know you don't want me to see you as irreplaceable or bank all of my hopes on a romantic relationship with you...but I hope that you will at least understand why I love you so much, and not just because you are the first human, let alone woman I've ever been able to have an actual relationship with. It would hurt me if this month ends without my love being returned" Vanta admitted, "I won't lie. But if this month ends with us as friends and me gaining a better understanding of humanity...and i got to spend a month with a wonderful woman, I'll still be happy." He shuddered and a few tears began to form in his eyes, "the one thing that would hurt me is if this month ends and I haven't at least made up for the harm I caused or...even if saying your perfect is wrong, this month ends and you don't see how wonderful you are."

Vanta pressed his cheek against hers and whispered, "I know I can't understand the hurt you've experienced, and I might be wrong, but it feels like...being hurt has made you have a lesser opinion of yourself. Even if my opinion of you might be inaccurate, you are a wonderful person and you deserve a life full of happiness and love. "

 

[Poprockz]

She felt him shifting before she saw what he had turned into. For all intents and purposes he looked like a demon, like what she originally had thought he was in the beginning. And yet he was anything but, being so overwhelmingly sweet as he cradled her lovingly in his arms. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that she was covered in the milky cream of his affection, even as he put his cheek against hers. Being so wrapped up in his embrace had the desired effect and she found herself relaxing and closing her eyes; he had even remembered to warm himself up a bit.

Andrea felt something stirring in her chest. It was difficult to keep up her walls around him when he was being so genuine and heartfelt with her. How was it that she felt closer to him than anyone else in that moment?

It was good to hear that he wasn't going to be broken if things didn't progress further, and it took a bit of weight off her heart. She hoped he was being truthful with her, but part of her told her that she didn't have to worry about that. Vanta didn't seem to be one to lie to her; even when she had asked him about the lingerie he gifted her, he had been honest even though it must have been rather embarrassing admitting that he nursed a real desire to be physical with her.

Her own eyes started to water after hearing what he had to say. Low self-esteem wasn't new for her. When she was a little girl, she would ask herself what she had done to deserve being haunted. Later, she experienced several years of bullying when she got on the bad side of one of the more popular girls. That sorted itself out once she grew more into herself, but the effects of it remained. The relationship with Josh didn't help, being that he had said some pretty degrading things to her as well as a lot of small, insidious jabs about her appearance and personality.

She was at a loss as to what to say in reply to him, so she simply whispered, "thank you... you might be the sweetest person I've ever met," Andrea had to blink a few times to clear the moisture that threatened to accumulate. "And I really like your wings." Perhaps she was trying to lighten things up a bit, but it was true nonetheless.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta smiled at her compliments, and kissed her eyelids one after the other, hoping to scare away her tears even as he felt his own start to roll down his cheeks, but from happiness.

“Well I hope I only get sweeter Andrea, though I don’t know if I’ll ever be as sweet as you.” He said, his whole body seeming to warm up with pride from her compliment. “And thank you. Maybe one day we can try flying with them.”

In truth, Vanta was puzzled by the wings and his current form. While there had been children who were scared of things like devils, most of them settled for the shadow of a pitchfork, or some horns. His current form was also too big to be skulking around a child’s bedroom. Yet it still felt so familiar and natural to him. He’d have to ponder on it in the future.

Right now came a moment he wasn’t necessarily dreading, but hated nonetheless. He looked at Andrea, his gorgeous angel who was positively spattered in his seed. The sight was arousing but the day had still only started.

“Andrea, I’d love nothing more than to spend the day embracing you and showering you with my affections while we both are covered in the evidence of a wonderful moment of intimacy…and if that is your wish I will grant it as many times as you like,” he added playfully,” but I also know it would likely be tough for you to paint while in your current state. Perhaps we should take a moment to clean ourselves?”

In truth, Vanta could clean them both with little effort. His seed, while a close a facsimile of human spunk, was still from his body and could be readily reabsorbed. Even Andrea’s sweat and any stains could be removed by him leaving her fresh as a daisy. But Vanta would only do so if Andrea asked. He also knew she might want to have a little time to herself.

“If you’d like I could even handle the painting while you change.” He offered, still not releasing his embrace so he could enjoy every moment of her warm body against his.

 

[Poprockz]

Her tears fled from the comforting caress of his kisses, back to the ducts from whence they came. In her opinion, he was sweeter than he knew, far sweeter than herself as it stood. In any case, his comment about them flying made her eyes open in surprise. Could he really fly? Come to think of it, he was a supernatural creature of darkness; it wasn't as though he was bound by normal rules. She wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of flying though. It seemed like something would be as terrifying as it was awe-inspiring.

His next words made her wonder what she looked like. She would soon find out in the bathroom mirror, but she imagined she looked like an iced pastry. It was a bit embarrassing to think that just a little while ago she had been riding him, goading him into showering her. She probably needed a real shower, actually.

That being said... she didn't feel like getting up and walking down to the bathroom while she lay in his arms. He was like a heated blanket, and she was loathe to leave that comforting embrace.

"Yeah... I think I need to take a quick shower and find another outfit," there was a bashful chuckle, "I'm not sure my pants are suited to painting anymore." There was a moment of silence before she groaned and laid her head against him. "I don't want to get up though- you're so warm. Would it be possible for you to grab me a blanket or something before I go down to my bathroom? You don't have to paint while I'm gone, but you can if you want to."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta chuckled along with Andrea, "Yes, I'm afraid they make better chaps than pants now: a bold bit of fashion though." He rested his head against hers and smiled, "I could say the same about you, Andrea. You're so warm and it's like you just fit perfectly with my wings around you." Underneath the cover of his wings, Vanta ran a hand through her hair and nodded, "A nice warm blanket coming right up! and neither of us will have to move a muscle."

Vanta sent a mental impulse to the mini-Vanta that had been sent to hide out in the basement. During the days he had waited for Andrea to return, he had wiled away the hours going through the various boxes that had been left behind and knew their contents quite well. The mini-Vanta quickly extracted a thick quilt from from a mothball filled box. The mini-Vanta stretched itself until it was massive maw that ensnared the quilt whole and wrapped around in a way that made it look like a creepy pillow cover. It then warmed its (fortunately) dry insides up as it tapped its tiny toes and slowly made its way up the stairs on all fours, eventually growing a very thin, long tail that crept out and wrapped itself around the doorknob, opening it. By the time it reached the bottom of the attic stairs, the quilt was nice and toasty, so the mini-Vanta spat it out (again, fortunately dry and in its more impish form, it ran the blanket up, balancing it above its head as it jumped form one step to the other.

"Ah, here we are," Vanta said as the Mini-Vanta brought the toasty quilt to the curled up pair. He opened his wings slightly and took it. A strange thing happened at that point: The mini-Vanta had a look of confusion for a moment as Vanta locked eyes with it for a brief moment. What was more surprising was that Vanta had not willed it to do that...and when Vanta tried to probe this bit of himself, he couldn't. But there were more important things to worry about and the mini-Vanta gave a playful wave to Andrea before it scampered down a vent.

Vanta wrapped the quilt around Andrea, "Warm enough?" he asked with a big smile cracking his face, "as for painting, I don't mind. I get to do something for you and then when you've freshened up we can spend more time together." He cocked his head and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "besides, i have to make sure i keep the fierce pirate queen Andrea pleased." he joked. He was reluctant to let his wings unfurl but he loosened them so she could get up if she wanted. Part of him wanted to cling to her more or offer to turn into a bathtub she could soak herself in...but even Vanta knew that request went too far.

 

[Poprockz]

She giggled at his fashion comment, finding the idea pretty funny. If she wore those around town even with underwear, it would cement the idea that she had completely lost her marbles. Maybe she had. After all, she was the one sitting in an attic room on a shadow demon's lap, enjoying the feeling of his hand in her hair. Every little affectionate gesture of his chipped away at her heart's resistance whether she knew it or not.

Andrea smiled warmly at the mini-Vanta and twiddled her fingers at him as a gesture of goodbye; it was the second time seeing him and she couldn't help but think to herself how adorable he was. "Thank you!" she called after him, though she then got a perplexed look on her face for a moment before turning her gaze to his main form. She had forgotten for a briefly that both forms were Vanta, and had questioned whether it was odd to thank his smaller form. But if both forms were Vanta, then she supposed it didn't matter which one of them she thanked for fetching her the quilt. But if both forms were Vanta, then why did he wave goodbye? Perhaps it was one of those things that was best to put out of one's mind.

She gladly accepted the quilt and reveled in its heat. It smelled a bit of mothballs, but that was fine. After all, it would only be wrapped around her for the time it took to go back to her bathroom and then she could wash it. A noise of confirmation had been made when he asked if it was warm enough, accompanied by a grateful nod.

There was a chuckle as he did a callback to her previous persona. "Well alright then- the walls require two coats of paint, so we'll tackle the second coat tomorrow after it dries." She got to her feet, keeping the quilt wrapped around her shoulders and dragging on the floor as she made her way to the door. It might have looked like some sort of regal cape had it not been an old, musty blanket.

When she reached the doorframe she turned to look over her shoulder at him. "Oh, also. I have to drive into town today to pick up something for you." She winked, "it'll be a surprise." With that mystery left for him to ponder, she made her way cheerfully down the stairs and to her bathroom.

Upon arriving at the bathroom, she decided that looking at herself in the mirror might be unwise. She was covered in cum, and she didn't want the image of her looking like a slutty, melted snowwoman lingering in her mind today. So, she undressed and hopped in the shower. The cum came off easily enough, but she soon noticed the marks on her body. It had puzzled her when she first laid eyes on them, but she soon realized that they were kisses. Andrea had to roll her eyes with good-natured exasperation- of course he left marks on her. There were a lot of them, so she lathered up her loofah and prepared to wash them off.

The only issue was that they wouldn't actually come off. Though she tried increasingly vigorous rubs with the loofah, the black marks on her skin simply wouldn't budge. They reminded her of Vanta himself: reluctant to part from her. Andrea eventually had to admit defeat, exiting the shower without having removed a single kiss. When she looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but actually laugh out loud. She looked like a Dalmatian or something! The kisses were on her lips, face, neck, arms, her chest and shoulders... and when she turned around, she saw them on her back as well. There was even one right at the very precipice between her lower back and her ass. She came to find that the only places safe from the shadow-smooches had been where she was literally covered with her pants or bra (though her labia had been left alone as well despite its exposure).

Perhaps Vanta could tell her how to get them off of her. There could be a secret remedy like sunbathing or turning around three times while tapping her head and rubbing her stomach.

It wasn't long before she was dried off and dressed in another pair of jeggings, a strapless bra, and a black tube-top that exposed her belly. She didn't mind if the two articles of clothing got ruined if Vanta wasn't done painting. The woman then set out to reunite with the one who had given her the black spots, hopefully to get them removed.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

A surprise? Vanta was intrigued. His mind rushed to a number of possibilities before his eyes focused on Andrea walking away, a sense of longing yet also desire filling him. He'd have to work on controlling his desire. He decided he would take his first stab at this by focusing on painting. The process was simple enough yet also new enough that it took Vanta's focus away from missing the feeling of Andrea snuggled against him or reliving the intimate encounter they had shared mere minutes earlier. As Andrea had complimented his wings, Vanta didn't change his form: instead, he grew out a long furry tail that forked at the end, and used it as a spare arm that began painting the opposite wall. Since Andrea was away, Vanta eschewed the need for eyes and merely looked through his current forms' back as he painted.

Painting the walls was almost meditative, soon Vanta found himself only focusing on making careful rolls on the walls and listening to the distinctive sound of the roller spreading paint on the walls. Yet, meditation made his mind wander in other ways. Why did this form feel so familiar? Why had his smaller self fully detached from him mentally, even if only briefly? It felt strange but it was as though Vanta knew less about himself than he had thought.

Fortunately, Vanta was spared from this existential crisis by Andrea's return. He was only about halfway done with each wall and was about to inform Andrea but the sight of her in her tube top and a fresh pair of tight jeggings took the words right out of his mouth and almost sent the roller in his tail tumbling to the floor, before his forked tail quickly wrapped around it once more. He put both rollers down and returned his sight to the more limited vision of his eyes, which he focused completely upon his beloved.

"You look amazing Andrea!" He said with a large smile. He couldn't help but admire her shoulders and belly. He had seen her mostly nude less than an hour ago yet somehow the bits of skin her outfit was baring were somehow even more enticing when there were still bits of clothing covering the rest of her. Speaking of the bared skin, Vanta soon found his eyes drawn to the black splotches and marks on Andrea's flesh, black marks which seemed to have the semblance of life in them...a semblance which Vanta was very familiar, "Oh no, did I leave some marks on you?" He asked, embarrassed to the point that his cheeks were darkened, though almost imperceptibly considering his normal skin tone.

 

[Poprockz]

Wow, she had to say she was impressed with the evenness of the paint job he had accomplished while she was gone. It seemed as though he had sacrificed quantity for quality, painting in his devilish form rather than his many-tentacled one. Her eyes were drawn to his tail and she wracked her mind to try to remember whether he had been sporting a tail previously. Ultimately she wasn't sure, as she had been sitting on his lap and hadn't gotten the chance to take a gander at his ass. In any case, she found it an interesting addition to his current form.

Andrea crossed her arms and smiled with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, actually. You left a lot of "marks" on me. I would think they were love bites, but I didn't feel any pinching when it was happening." She found herself reminded of the fact that he looked rather cute when he was flustered. Though his change in cheek color was minute, she could tell from his posture and the tone of voice that he was embarrassed about having been carried away in marking her.

"I don't suppose there's any way to remove them, is there? I tried scrubbing them off, but they don't seem to be removable by normal means." Hopefully there was, as she didn't want to be restricted to the house until they faded. Though, she supposed Vanta might enjoy having her house-bound for a bit.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta twiddled his thumbs, a gesture which he used to not understand but found natural as he tried to buy some time before explaining. Vanta crossed the space between them and cleared his throat, gulped, and looked from side to side, anything to give him a moment more of time.

"Well, yes, it's pretty easy in fact." Vanta admitted finally, "The marks are effectively little bits of me, but they aren't "living" for lack of a better word. I just need to absorb them back into me...though the fastest way would be to kiss them off of you." He shook his hands out in front of him, "I swear that's the truth, I'm not trying to take advantage of the situation, again, I'm sorry I left marks on you."

Vanta was a bit embarrassed but also more than a little intrigued. He really hadn't intended to leave marks that would last...and if Andrea had taken a shower, the marks should have dissolved from the bright lights in the bathroom since Vanta was in an entirely different room. Perhaps he could handle light better than he thought. He tried not to think of it as he waited for Andrea's response.

 

[Poprockz]

His nervousness had given her a bit of apprehension at first, thinking that perhaps the spots really didn't come off and he was worried about admitting it to her. A sigh of relief was had when he admitted that there was a way for her to be rid of them. It seemed as though the marks were kind of like his clothes or like Baabaa: they were constructed from him but they didn't carry his consciousness like little Vanta or his other body-doubles.

However, that relief turned into a bit of bashfulness when she heard the solution, Andrea now taking a moment to do her own avoidant gaze around the room. "O-oh. That's okay if you didn't mean to."

She believed him when he said he wasn't trying to take advantage of her. While he seemed to have the mechanics of sex down, he seemed too earnest to try to coerce her, and too naive to try to seduce her. The concept that one didn't always need explicit permission to touch someone else if they were reading body language correctly was likely a foreign and possibly confusing topic for him, considering. Similarly, she imagined that he didn't yet know that if done right, a "no" could be turned into a "yes" through the appropriate combination of flirting and teasing. These might be things he learned someday, but she wasn't sure how one would explain something like that.

There were a lot of black marks on her skin, so he was going to have to kiss her more than a few times in more than a few different places. It was one thing to be kissed like that when they were in the heat of the moment, but when they weren't blazing with passion she imagined it might be a little bit awkward depending on how he went about it.

"Well, I uh... I guess if that's the way to remove them, then that's what we'll do," she conceded. "I mean, I'm sure you can already see them, but I have them all over my upper body. So... I guess I'm giving you permission to take them back." Andrea lifted her arms out to either side of herself as though she was expecting to be patted down by the police. "Do you want me to hold my arms up while you do it? I've got some on the undersides of my arms too."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta heard Andrea's nervousness and, while he could no longer feed on her fear...he couldn't help but feel somewhat excited. Vanta had been wanting to show that he could contain his lust for Andrea but even the thought of kissing her to pick her flesh clean filled him with a deep and hungry desire. He watched her raise her arms to her side and a playful thought crossed his mind, going back to Andrea's first "hands-on" demonstration to him, where a certain fantasy had crossed his mind. With that fantasy in mind, Vanta took a new form.

The more demonic form split into three identical masculine figures, each about as tall as Andrea. Each was nude and trim but not particularly muscular. The wings had become small little batwings while the tails were now non forked and ended in a leathery spade shape. The figures each grew smiles on their faces and their eyes opened to reveal each was a perfect replica of Vanta's green eyes. The figures walked over, one taking her left arm, one taking her right, and the other circled behind her in a surprisingly smooth movement.

"That's okay," The one on her right arm said, kissing her hand like he was an olde-timey suitor, "We can hold them for you," the one on her left arm said, kissing that hand. The two of them began to kiss the lengths of her arm, focusing on the spots but occasionally kissing unblemished bits of flesh as they took parts of themselves back. The one behind Andrea began to kiss the spots off of her neck and shoulders.

Each spot absorbed only fueled Vanta further. Each one, while not necessarily sentient, held a memory of being with Andrea, capturing her warmth and feeling her try to scrub them off. Vanta of course had not intended that to happen as he reabsorbed their mass through his now three bodies, he couldn't help but appreciate it. Each spot was painlessly removed, not leaving a single trace of their prior presence. The bodies continued up Andrea's arms, alternating between her inner and outer arm.

"Is there anywhere else the spots are Andrea?" The one behind her asked, letting his warm breath trace travel over her earlobe. Vanta couldn't help but allow a little desire travel out with the question.

 

[Poprockz]

She watched with interest as his shape morphed into three, and she wondered to herself just what it was like controlling three bodies at once. Was his consciousness split equally between them, or was there a main body and the other two were simply receptacles for his commands. If she was given the ability to pilot three bodies, she wasn’t sure how well she would be able to do so without giving them their own autonomy. Otherwise, it would be multitasking madness.

Each of the bodies looked at her with the same fondness, she noticed, and it wasn’t lost on her that they all had the trademark green eyes that she liked.

From the first kiss that was planted upon her pale skin, she was keenly aware of each contact between the four of them. The two at her sides were holding her arms with such gentlemanly affection that she couldn’t help but blush. It was like one of those scenes in the old-timey movies where the man would kiss up the woman’s arm, though he didn’t seem to be rushing it at all. She couldn’t bear to look at either of him on the off-chance that they made eye-contact. Her heart was already beating quickly- she didn’t want to make a fool of herself by having a weird reaction or something.

What she couldn’t ignore was the Vanta behind her. The first kiss was between her shoulder blades; it made her skin tingle and a shiver go down her spine. She found that her skin was more sensitive on her back and neck, and in short order she found that her nipples were becoming pert and her loins were starting to feel the effects of his lips on her erogenous zones.

When he spoke, it elicited another involuntary shiver. “My lower back, stomach, chest, neck, and… my face,” she admitted, the last location spoken with a bit of bashfulness. In the mirror, she had seen several on her cheeks, forehead, and even one mark at the corner of her lips.

Andrea tried to fill the silence, hoping to get him talking when she asked, “how does that work, having multiple bodies by the way? Is one of you the main Vanta, or are all of you equally… well, you.” She was also curious about whether they each had equal opportunity when it came to feeling and touch, but she would save that question for a more appropriate time.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta wasn't unaware of Andrea's arousal. Through his lips he felt her heart race and her muscles shivering. The bodies that were on her left and right, working their ways up her arms, flicked their eyes to her breasts and saw her hardened nipples begin to poke out and start a battle against the fabric of her top. They just as quickly went back to searching for spots and finding places to carefully lay a few discreet kisses on. Each absorbed spot told a new intimate story of being almost one with Andrea. While it wasn't as though the spots had been aroused themselves, they held echoes of Andrea's arousal and feelings. Vanta soon found himself having to fight temptation to indulge in the memories as he absorbed them, though he couldn't completely ignore them, either. Instead they sat within the three shadowy bodies, tempting him to give into indulging in his beloved's emotions like when he was a simpler being.

Andrea's words fortunately broke him away from that temptation. The body behind her knelt down and found her lower back, lifting her top slightly to begin finding spots, which it slurped down greedily with each kiss, resting its lips upon each bit of flesh where the marks had previously been and letting them deliver a kiss upon her spine and lower back.

"Effectively, I'm in all three at once," Vanta stated through the body on her left, which raised her arm up above her head as the body on the right raised her right arm and said, "It's like having many limbs all working together, just spread across multiple bodies," as though the idea was something anyone could casually understand. took hold of her hands in the right body's hand as the left moved down and kissed the spots that were exposed on her chest, "I tend to like having one body with lots of appendages...or tentacles," he chuckled, looking sweetly into her eyes, as though his other two bodies were not kissing all over her sensitive flesh, "But what I like about having multiple bodies is that each one, despite fully being me, is a separate body with their own ways of feeling things."

The left body moved down and raised Andrea's top up slightly so it could begin kissing up her belly as the one behind her began kissing up her back. the top was still on her but it was slowly being worked up as their busy lips worked their up her front and back. The right body guided Andrea's hands behind his neck and then leaned down to kiss the spots on her neck, "For example," He said though one body, "I can feel your pulse go through your jugular vein" he kissed her neck, " then come back down your belly" Her belly was kissed, taking another spot, "then up your back." A kiss on the spine. "And all three of them can feel you shiver, but even then, it feels different to experience it on different parts of your body, to taste and touch you through three pairs of lips and hands, to hear the feel your smooth skin against my chins all at once...it's almost overwhelming but so satisfying, He kissed the other side of her neck and then worked her way up her cheek to the mark on her lips, he grinned at her.

"Now let me ask you, Andrea, how does it feel to have three bodies kiss you clean of all of those little spots?" Then, caught up in the moment, he spoke, "You have till the end of this one to come up with an answer." He said, as though he was a game show host." His lips took the spot off of her lips and then moved directly into a deep kiss. hours ago he would have let his lips hover in front of hers until she reached out but whether it was experiencing three bodies' worth of arousal as he explored Andrea's body with his lips or the spots in his body feeding him recorded bits of Andrea's arousal, he felt he had to take a bit of initiative. It was a long, warm kiss and the other bodies did not stop their own administrations. The one behind, having gotten off all of the spots from the lower back, rose up and began kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck, all pretense of finding spots gone. The one that had been kissing her belly found that there were unfortunately no more spots there, and rose, running a hand through her hair and nibbling on her ear as the kiss continued, only stopping once the kiss on her lips ended, its lips then snagging the lingering spot on her forehead and then teaming up with the one behind her to clean her cheeks as they awaited her response.

 

[Poprockz]

Andrea listened as he spoke, simultaneously trying very hard not to let out any errant noises. That was an exceedingly difficult task when she had three handsome, talented shadows on either side of her, lavishing her with enough kisses to seduce a nun. She was none-the-wiser to the fact that he was taking liberties with removing the spots, kissing her on her unmarked skin as he liked. All she knew was that despite herself, she couldn't keep her body from tingling and shivering from the barrage of affection. Occasionally she would squirm slightly, or let out a soft little, "ah!" when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot.

A sharp, trembling breath couldn't be contained when he kissed her neck, and in that moment she felt her already diminished willpower further crumbling. For someone who might not have known the nuances of seduction, he sure executed it very well.

For a second, she thought he was joking, having expected her to come up with an answer to his question in the brief time it took to remove the spot at the corner of her mouth. As such, she had just opened her mouth to say something; the next moment she was surprised to find him claiming a kiss on the lips as a reward for removing all the spots.

She had expected for Vanta to wait for her consent before kissing her, but she offered no resistance and frankly she didn't care that he hadn't paused. It wasn't clear whether he had read her body language or simply wanted it badly enough to pursue it, but she found that she had been craving his lips against her own. It was as though all of the kisses he had made had been a drawn-out prelude for the main event. She found herself kissing him back gently, her arms crossing behind him so that one rested on his shoulder while the other wove its fingers into his hair.

His lips were so sweet and the kiss itself felt much longer than it actually was. Though despite the perceived amount of time, she had no bandwidth to consider his question when his mouth demanded her attention with every press of his lips. Only when he released her was she able to formulate a response. The most apt word she could find to describe his actions was intoxicating. Though there was another word that came to mind as well...

"It feels... dangerous," she breathed with rosy cheeks. It was indeed entirely too dangerous; one wrong move and she would find herself at his mercy. He had managed to so easily coax her into a state of heightened arousal despite the fact that she had already orgasmed several times earlier that day. More than that though, it when beyond the physical. His actions put butterflies in her stomach, especially when she met his steady green gaze. Andrea was trying to keep herself in check and make sure that things didn't proceed too quickly, but he somehow all those kisses and caresses melted her resolve like butter in a hot pan.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta felt Andrea wrap her arms around him and a feeling of completeness joined his more primal feelings of lust and desire. It was as though for a moment, even though he was split across multiple bodies, he was just one entity that had finally found its missing component. He thought of how he would try to merge with the night sky on days with a new moon yet that was nothing compared to this. His lips longed to stay connected to hers forever and make her a part of him so they could join together in an eternal, blissful union. When their kiss finally broke, he felt an almost immediate need to once again engulf her with ministrations from his three bodies.

Yet, when he heard Andrea's words, he paused. He could feel her blood rush under her skin, he could see her blushing cheeks, he could taste her warm breath as it passed over his lips, and her nervousness and attraction was almost palpable. To Vanta it seemed like Andrea did want to go further and join with him in further lustful delights...if he took her lips again, would she be able to resist him? With three bodies he could have her clothes off before she could utter a single protest and by the time she could, he could have her lips covered with one mouth while the fingers and tongues of the other bodies found purchase on or even in Andrea's sensitive flesh. It would be so easy. If she tired he could flow his body into her and rejuvenate her. He could make his body become her food nourishment as they took pleasure from one another...he could..he could...

Perhaps "Dangerous" was the right word. Feeling Andrea through three bodies that all were brimming with spots that had almost been one with Andrea was putting him into a mindspace of consumption. The woman who had told him of her time of having her affection used against her and forced to go well past her comfort level was now being seen as nothing more than a source of release for his lust. She might want him but there was no way she wanted what he wanted. If he didn't control himself, he would consume her. ultimately, he kept his arms around Andrea and the other two bodies, after kissing her cheeks, merged back into him.

"You may be right, Andrea," He said, kissing her forehead, "It's certainly been dangerous to our plans for the day." He chuckled, trying to play off his dilemma like it was a mere act of flirting...or at least what Vanta believed flirting was and not a temptation to plunge Andrea into a pit of lust and carnal desire regardless of her consent. Not wanting to let his unease be too evident, he then kissed her neck and let his lips travel up to her ear, "But maybe it's a danger we can handle together in the future? If three is too much, maybe we start with just one handsome shadowy beast sweeping you off your feet after dinner and taking some initiative?" Vanta asked. Since he had been "reborn" he had mostly allowed Andrea to take the lead or guide him, too worried to scare her. Yet, while it had brought on some terrifying thoughts, she had responded well to his kiss. Perhaps he could try to take the lead tonight and show Andrea that she could trust him...if only he could get the untrustworthy thoughts out of his head.

 

[Poprockz]

Andrea was observant and had a keen eye for minute facial expressions, having had to be hyper-vigilant about her ex-boyfriend's moods. He seemed... troubled. It had only shown for a moment, and she questioned whether she had seen it in the first place, but she thought she had seen him disquieted before he moved in to continue the physical affection she had come to know well. Rather than question him though, she instead let the moment pass them by. She hoped he didn't take offense to what she had said though- she didn't think he was dangerous, just his seductions. It was probably a sore spot for him, so she made a note to be more tactful in the future.

His suggestion was met with a thoughtful smile and a nod, "I'll be running into town in a second, and then we can finish up the painting and see about dinner. After that... let's just see what happens." She wasn't opposed to him taking initiative, but she wasn't entirely sure what that looked like. Also, was she really ready to move further with him? Andrea wasn't sure. Being fingered and eaten out were one thing, but actually engaging in the main act was another.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

There was a part of Vanta that wanted to tell Andrea to not bother going into town, that he could shape his body into whatever she needed while the rest of tended to her like a courtesan...but the higher part of Vanta, the one that wanted to have a deeper relationship with Andrea, knew he had to let her go. It wouldn't do much good to claim he respected her independence then not even be able to handle her going to town for a short while. Still...this was the first day he had gotten to spend with Andrea in the daylight, and it had already been so eventful. He didn't want her to leave.

Her smile though sent a jolt of warmth through his heart and her comment made him return that smile with a flashing grin, "I'll get the painting done in here before you get back," he said eagerly, "In fact, if there's anything else you'd like me to do while you're gone, just let me know." Vanta was quickly finding a silver lining to being away from Andrea. Yes, he was full of lust that wouldn't be able to be satisfied and his beloved would be elsewhere but he had wanted to show how useful he could be and this was the perfect opportunity.

He thought of the latter part of her comment. He could tell Andrea was nervous and he would be lying if he said he didn't feel any trepidation. While he wanted to finally cross the two hard limits they had when they were intimate: Andrea being completely naked and for them to finally engage in coitus, the main reason he wanted to take the intiative was to show that Andrea could let him take the lead without worrying that he would go too far. He wanted to also know that Andrea could feel comfortable if he was more forthcoming with his desires as opposed to him reluctantly revealing the depth of his lust.

Vanta kissed her on the cheek, wrapped her in his arms for an embrace and then finally released her, saying "I suppose so, though even if nothing happens tonight, I'll be happy as long as I get to spend it with you."

 

[Poprockz]

It was rather endearing how enthusiastically he volunteered to get things done while she was gone. She perceived it as a very innocent and upright part of him that just wanted to help her, that wanted her to value him as someone who could contribute to her life and goals. He would be seeing her everyday regardless of whether he pitched in or not, so the fact that he wanted to do this for her did not go unappreciated.

His comment about just wanting to spend time with her with or without physical intimacy gave her a warm feeling in her chest. He had already made it clear that he physically desired her- she didn't want him to push himself to please her as an effort to prove himself to her. She wasn't sure what his libido was like, nor what he thought a healthy amount of intimacy was.

"Well... If you do end up getting done with the walls, it would be helpful if you removed the painting tape, folded up the plastic sheet on the floor, put it in the closet, and swept in here, but don't worry about doing all of that unless you're really in need of something to do."

Once released, Andrea made her way to the door and twiddled her fingers at him. "See you later, painter-extraordinaire." With that, she went downstairs, put on a more public-friendly t-shirt, and headed out the door.

The first stop was the electronics store where she had online-purchased an amazing echo. Vanta had said that he was fine with low-light, but she didn't know to what extent that claim was true. Sure he could survive low-light, but what if it was painful or uncomfortable for him? With a device like this, he could have access to the internet by voice, without having to risk the light of a phone or a computer (though she still intended to put black tape over the power light and such).

Vanta didn't have the same need to rest and thus it was likely very boring waiting for her to get her beauty sleep. More than that though, she wanted him to be able to develop himself and his identity. Previously, he hadn't gotten much of an opportunity to explore his own likes and dislikes, having not lived like a human before. In the past all he had been concerned about was consuming fear, and on the rare occasion of the new moon he had indulged in music and stargazing. Perhaps now he could cultivate new aspects of his personality through digital exploration.

Next, she had to pick up the order of tiles she had put in for, having thought that her godfather would be doing the work before she had found out what an absolute predator he was. All she had been expected to do was supply the materials. Now that she had them, it was unclear how she was going to proceed. Though perhaps she could look up whether there were any other people capable of tiling in town. In any case, the tile was very heavy, and putting it all in her car was only made possible by the help of a sturdy-looking lad who worked there.

With her car now sagging in the back, she decided to make one more major stop before going home. It was a sports store she went to and she was elated to find that the clothing she sought was indeed available. Andrea purchased an entire outfit of SPF clothing in the hopes that it would help her take Vanta somewhere at some point. If it was a darker day, maybe it would protect him from the rays of the sun much like it did for those with an allergy; perhaps she could even take him to the beach.

The outfit was put in a colorful bag with some tissue paper, a second bag being used for the echo.

There was still some pizza left in the fridge, but she didn't want to be eating pizza all day, so she popped into the grocery store on the way home and picked up some things for the next week. This included all necessary ingredients to make a strawberry cheesecake. This had been meant to be a short stop, but someone she had known from high school stopped her to chat.

All in all, the trip into town took about three hours. She felt a bit bad that it had taken her so long to get everything done, but she was very excited to see Vanta's reaction to her gifts.

Her car pulled up in the driveway and she got out, walking up to the door and unlocking it before entering the home.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta waved goodbye from the window as he watched Andrea drive away.


Eager to prove himself, Vanta took a new form. Instead of normal tendrils, multijointed limbs emerged from his chest and back, though instead of hands and fingers, each limb ended in a roller. Vanta dipped each roller in the paint and began to work on the wall. The limbs and rollers made the job simple and quick and Vanta soon found himself reaching the last few empty spots on the walls. He examined his works, using his absorbent flesh to take back any spare bits of even paint. He then followed Andrea's instructions, gathering the tape, folding plastic sheets, putting everything away, and then sweeping...or rather turning into a large absorbent ball that rolled all over the floor, picking up dirt and then ingesting it so it could all be condensed into a tiny, dense ball that Vanta then spat up into a trash can. Vanta then looked at his work and nodded approvingly, assured that Andrea would be satisfied.

...only 20 minutes had passed.

The sun was far higher in the sky, making it easier for Vanta to get around the house. The shadowy creature had normally slept or been in a more meditative state during the day and even at night, when he wasn't with Andrea, he tended to let time slip by. Without her here, he was beginning to feel the true weight of time. Vanta soon began roaming the floors, "sweeping" and "vacuuming" up all of the dirt. However, his eagerness to find something to do made him speed through the task, and he found only 15 minutes had passed. Vanta cautiously looked out of the window to see if Andrea had returned. When he saw she hadn't, Vanta tried to think of what more he could do. He checked the sink and did whatever dishes were left but even that took little time. What more could he do?

Vanta roamed the house, jumping from shadow to shadow as he sought a new purpose. He couldn't sort things in the basement as he didn't know what items Andrea wanted to keep. He also wasn't sure what was fix or broken unless Andrea told him. He briefly considered doing laundry but he wasn't sure how Andrea would take him handling her clothes. What was more, he didn't know much about laundry but he knew from observing Andrea's parents that it was something that could easily be messed up.

However...Vanta couldn't help but think of the ripped Jeggings, how Andrea had torn them open, exposing her panty clad crotch and then had him lick her. Vanta thought of her taste, the way her thighs felt against him, the way her jeggings looked when they were soaked with his fluid. Before he knew it, Vanta found himself retrieving the tossed aside garment and dug it out of the hamper. He could still smell her on it, if he licked them he could probably taste her. As he thought about this, his form changed into a massive maw on reptilian legs that had multiple tongues and rows of teeth swirling around. Every thought in his head soon rose to thoughts of taking Andrea into his mouth and consuming her letting her become one with him in the most primal way. He wanted her, he yearned for her. The Maw that was Vanta grew and grew till it swelled against the walls of the room. He had to have Andrea. He had to have her with him, for her to be inside of him.

"Stop." It was less a voice and more an impulse. The maddening maw froze in place as though the life had been sucked out of it.

"Shrink." Vanta did so without question or resistance. He soon was the size of a volleyball

"Give me the spots." one of the tongues pushed the spots out onto the floor. They didn't move but their combined desire was still palpable. The speaker reached down and grabbed them before shoving them down its own throat.

The mini-Vanta, now bearing a grim visage, looked at the frozen Vanta with a look that was a combination of worry and disapproval, "That isn't what you seek. That isn't how you want to be with her. You're not a beast." It spoke with a sigh, "Be more thoughtful...and forget this conversation." Mini-vanta slipped away, down a vent.

When Vanta came to, he wasn't sure what had happened. He was still holding the jeggings but now he felt a much lesser sense of lust. Not that the memory of Andrea in them wasn't arousing but it didn't drive him blind with overwhelming desire. Instead, he thought of something else, how he could do something nice for her. He held the torn fabric and realized that it wouldn't be too hard to fix. He placed the fabric in his mouth and let his essence flow through the cloth and then pulled and reconnected the smaller threads until the tear was completely repaired.

Vanta held up the pants and returned them to the hamper with a big smile, satisfied with his work. As he did though, he remembered Andrea sitting in his lap, saying that she wasn't as special as he thought she was. He then thought of how he could show her how special she was when she came back tonight, how he could make her understand how he saw her. He thought of how she had held him when he thought he was dying and how he felt when she showed him how to stroke his cock. He wanted her to see how magical she was.


...and then an idea crossed his mind. Vanta then busied himself practicing a new form to take for that night.


When Andrea returned, Vanta had returned to his devilish form. He hid a smile at his plans for tonight and took a quick look around for any last bit of dust to clean up. He was excited to see Andrea of course, but he was more excited to show her the work he had done and his surprise for later.


"Do you need any help carrying things?" Vanta asked from the doorway, carefully hiding from the light. He couldn't go out to help her but he could at least meet her at the door.

 

[Poprockz]

She found herself happy to see him, though they hadn't been apart for very long. Had he been in his devilish form this whole time, or had he been some other creature stalking the house with cleaning supplies, she wondered. The house looked incredibly clean, the floors spotless and everything seemed to have cleaned of dust. Andrea came fully into the door and shut it behind her, handing him the two bags she had that were the gifts. "Just take these and don't open them yet!" Was her reply.

The groceries were taken to the kitchen quickly before she darted back out to the car with an "I'll be right back!" to grab the rest of the bags to do the same. Once everything was back in the house, she finally paused and grinned at him. "Once we put the groceries away, I want you to open those bags to see what I got you!" Her tone was excited, and her eyes gleamed with it as well. Hopefully he would like them, thought she supposed if he didn't then she could always take them back and try again.