Jacque could see the arousal on Officer Woods's body. He could smell it. Her skin pulsed with it. His touch caused her heart to stutter-beat in her chest. He could taste her desire and her fear. Frank had been the only threat in the room. Did she fear him? Natalie looked back at him, and something in her eyes shifted. Did she fear for him? That was a curious thought. 

“Shall we go somewhere to talk?” Jacque asked. Officer Wood nodded. Jacque turned and walked to Delila. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with emotions that Jacque did not bother to try to read. He knew what his sister wanted. Instead, he handed her the glowing pill.  

“Put this somewhere safe, please.”  

Delila frowned. She took the pill in her gloved hand and stomped toward where George and Frank had gone. Officer Wood snickered once Delila was out of the room.  

“She does NOT like taking orders, does she?” Officer Wood said softly. Jacque shook his head.  

“Careful, she might still be able to hear you. I would not piss her off if I were you.”  

“Really?” Officer Wood whispered.   

Jacque turned to her, smiled, and nodded. “Yes. Shall we?”  

Officer Wood frowned, started to smile, then stopped. Jacque held out his hand. She looked down at it and frowned again. Jacque shrugged and dropped his hand. He could see the longing look on her face but let it go. Jacque turned and started walking towards a different exit.  

“Do you always go barefoot?” she asked.  

“Yes.”  

“Why?”  

Jacque shrugged, “I used to get in trouble for stripping off my shoes at school. Teachers would scold me and tell me I would cut my feet. Originally, I just enjoyed the feel of solid ground underfoot. Later, I realized I could connect better with the world around me if I was barefoot.”  

“Your... powers are stronger when you are barefoot?”  

“Something like that.”  

Jacque led Officer Wood from the storage room down several hallways and finally to a series of office rooms. Jacque walked into the first empty room. A large mahogany desk took up the bulk of the room. A plush office chair was behind it, and a comfortable-looking chair sat in front of it. Jacque held the door for Officer Wood, smiling pleasantly as she walked by. He closed the door and went to the chair behind the desk.  

Jacque sat in the chair, leaned over the desk, steepled his hands, and watched Officer Wood. She sat in the chair, nervously fidgeting with her uniform as she watched him. She bit her lip as her eyes looked him over. Jacque closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He could still smell her arousal. In the confinement of the room, it took on a deeper depth. He could smell the layers of her sweat, perfume, hair products, and the moisture collecting between her legs.  

“What are you doing?” Officer Wood’s voice was tight as if she suspected him of trying to work some kind of magic on him.  

“Smelling you.”  

He opened his eyes and saw her blush. She looked away from him, her eyes going to her shoes.  

“You said you had a job for me?” She would not meet his eyes. He could see the blush on her cheeks.  

“Yes,” Jacque answered, “Our security folks here would benefit from some exposure to law enforcement. If our two organizations worked closer, we could better assist in handling violent crime in the city. I would like you to look at what we have and recommend how we can improve. Then take that back to your superiors and see if we can reach an arrangement.”  

Officer Wood’s eyes sparkled. She met his gaze, and he could see her hunger and ambition.  

“You want me to be your liaison?”  

“Yes.”  

“Why me?”  

“Why not you?”  

“I know there are better qualified personnel...”  

“I want you, Officer Wood,” Jacque let the words hang. He could see her eyes widen and her pulse quicken. The sweat trickled on her brow. She wiped her hands on her pants, a nervous gesture. Jacque stood and came around the desk. Officer Wood stood a little too quickly, her chair sliding backward into the wall with a thump. Jacque offered his hand to her.  

“Nat,” she said, her voice breathy, “Call me Nat.”  

“Shall we shake on it then, Nat?” Jacque asked, his voice was pitched low. The question hovered in the air, hinting at things that could come. Nat gulped, licked her lips, and swallowed again. She nodded and grasped his hand.  

Jacque pulled her to him, her body thumping against his. Her breasts pressed against his shirt. He could feel her pulse race through her skin. He kissed her. Her lips were soft and plump against his own. She tasted sweet. He wrapped his left arm around her, against her back, holding her softly as he leaned into her. She pressed back into him, her mouth eager, hungry for him.   

As Nat tried to eat at his mouth, she slipped her hands under his shirt, lifting it to his chin. They broke their kiss, and she ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room. Her hands crossed his chest and stomach, feeling the stiff muscles there. Jacque chuckled as he kissed her again, slipping his hands through the buttons of her shirt. The buttons leapt off the front of her shirt, and his hands slipped across her flat stomach. He reached around her back and unclasped her bra.   

Nat leaned back, breaking their kiss to drop her shirt and bra to the floor. Jacque stared at her ample chest in awe. He had been right. Her bra had been tightly restrictive across her chest. Her ample bosom swayed from side to side as she struggled with her belt. Jacque stepped forward and put his hands on hers. Nat looked up and met his eyes. She tried to apologize, but Jacque’s smile disarmed her.   

Jacque passed his finger through the belt buckle, snapping it clean in two. Her belt sagged and fell off the back of her pants. Jacque grabbed the top of her pants and pulled towards her hips. The zipper ripped and separated right down the middle. Jacque let go, and her pants dropped to the floor around her ankles. Nat giggled.   

Nat stepped out of her pants and reached for Jacque’s shorts. She quickly undid the front, and his shorts dropped to the floor. His manhood sprang forward. Large, hard, and throbbing before her. Nat wrapped her hand around it and leaned in to kiss Jacque again. Their lips met, and Jacque slipped his hand inside her panties, stretching them off her hips and dropping them to the floor. His enormous cock rubbed against her groin. Nat made small, eager noises in her throat as she squeezed his cock in her hands and kissed him harder.  

Jacque grabbed her ass and lifted her against him. Then he turned with her in his arms and sat her on the desktop. He leaned into her, pushing her back against the desk. His cock pressed against her mound. Jacque kissed his way across her jaw and throat. He moved to her breasts, grasping one tightly in his hand while he kissed and suckled on her nipples. Nat moaned loudly, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him tight against her damp mound. He could feel her wetness pressing against him. His cock throbbed with need.  

Jacque moved lower, kissing his way down her stomach. He licked her belly button, then ran his tongue across her mound. A single strip of hair had been left above her mound; she was, otherwise, clean-shaven. Jacque grinned, pressed her thighs open wide, and ran his tongue through her mound. Nat gasped loudly. Jacque slipped his tongue inside her and licked the inside of her lips.  

Jacque was suddenly overwhelmed with the intoxicating mix of fluids in his mouth. He staggered back and sat hard on the floor. His mind reeled. He could feel something happening to his body. He craved her taste; his body twitched with the need for more. It ravaged him, causing his muscles to shudder and convulse. His arms twitched, his fingers clawing at the floor. He felt an overwhelming desire to drink her juices. He needed more.   

Realizing something was not right, Jacque stepped sideways. The room froze. He looked down at his afterimage and gasped inwardly. His skin was bristling with hair that had started to thicken. Spines were growing from his elbows; his legs had thickened and sprouted hair. He touched his tongue and looked at his afterimage’s mouth. He could see the fluid he had lapped from her pussy glowing in his mouth. Had she poisoned him? No. This was something else. His body was being transformed into something. He looked deeper.  

Jacque spotted it—a genetic trigger in her fluids. There was a hidden power there. A power she had no control over. He looked at it, pondering it. He could see the strands of DNA. The code written there. Control. Dominance. Madness. She enslaved the men she slept with. A normal human would be driven insane by their desire to please her, fuck her, and eat her. Someone with power, would mutate into some wild animal under her complete control. He could already see here the strands of DNA were trying to change his brain matter.   

Frowning and yet fascinated, Jacque started to reverse the effects. Strand by strand, he worked through it, rewriting his DNA to how he knew it was supposed to be. Then, he went about creating a blocker in his body. Antibodies that would fight what her body produced. An antidote. Satisfied that he had sufficiently protected himself, Jacque allowed himself to snap back to reality.   

Jacque stumbled backward, hitting the chair, and crashed to the floor. He lay there for a moment, blinking up at the ceiling. He felt his arms and legs, ensuring they had returned to normal.  

“Jacque?” Nat called softly; her voice was full of need. “What happened? Are you okay?”  

Jacque stood and looked at the beautiful naked woman on his desk. Her chest was heaving. Nat’s eyes were partially dilated. Jacque sat in the chair, his hard-on wilting. He sat and looked at her. Nat sat up and looked at him. She saw his limp dick and pouted.  

“How long have you known?” Jacque asked.  

“Known what?”   

“About your mutation.”  

Nat scoffed, “What... Oh no. No. I became a police officer because my first boyfriend went insane. He would not stop trying to come after me.”  

“After you had sex the first time.”  

Nat nodded. Tears streamed down her cheeks. As Jacque opened his mouth to say something, George walked through the wall, stark naked. His erection throbbed hard and full. He took one sniff of the air and growled. Before Jacque could say anything, George ran over to Nat, grabbed her legs, and slammed his cock into her pussy.   

“No!” Jacque yelled, but George was already pulling Nat’s hips against his groin as he slammed his cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy.  

Nat cried out, her head slamming against the desk under the savage assault from George. “Oh Fuck! Fuck me! Don’t stop!” Nat cried out.   

“Oh! Oh god! She is so tight. So delicious. I’ve never felt a pussy that felt this good!” George cried out. Then his voice started to sound guttural. His back hunched over. He began to fuck her harder, slamming into her so hard the desk slid back each time he slammed into her. George threw his head back and howled like a dog. Hair sprouted across his back. His arms rippled and swelled, spines growing from his elbows. His legs rippled, thickening as hair grew over them. His knees bent backward and crunched as his legs became dog-like. His feet sprouting claws.  

Jacque stared in horror as George released Nat and dropped to his haunches. He licked at Nat’s pussy, his long tongue delving into her tight pink folds. Nat moaned on the table, her body writhing in pleasure. Then she sat up and stared at George lovingly. Her eyes blazed with dark fire. The air in the room started to grow thick. Jacque coughed, feeling his mind beginning to reel. His desire to fuck Nat was starting to overcome his sense of reason. His cock throbbed to its entire length.  

Delila came through the door and gasped. She put a hand on Jacque’s shoulder. Jacque could feel her presence in his mind, clearing the lust from him. He stood next to her, taking her hand in his. Jacque looked back to where George crouched on the floor, still licking at Nat’s pussy. His chest and upper body still looked normal, his face, though distorted, was still George's face.   

With Delila’s presence in his mind, George saw a double vision of Nat sitting on the table. Her eyes blazed with dark fire. A leash of dark energy coiled around her right wrist and trailed down to George’s neck. She sat up and gazed at him lovingly. She smiled, and her voice echoed through Jacque’s skull, though her lips did not move.  

“Yes,” she cooed, her voice brimming with power, “Drink up your Queen’s nectar. Bathe in my power. Serve me. Love me.”  

George looked at Nat’s face, his eyes filled with adoration. Jacque started to step forward, and Nat looked at him. Her eyes blazed brightly, and she sneered with contempt. She pointed at Jacque and Delila.  

“Kill them.”  

The creature that had once been George turned to Jacque and Delila and snarled. His muscles coiled as his claws sank into the floor. Jacque started to brace himself to leap at George and protect Delila when he detected movement behind him.   

A sudden blur burst through the door, and a small hand wrapped around Jacque’s left hand. He had a moment to notice the dark, tanned skin as he was suddenly pulled from the room. The air rushed past him as he and Delila were whisked down the hall. His awareness stepped sideways.  

The small woman he had seen before grasped both him and Delila in her hand as she sped through the halls at speeds Jacque had never traveled at before. They raced through the halls, then out a door and down the street. Jacque blinked, and they were outside the city entirely.   

They were standing in a small grove of trees. A wooden cabin was down a trail to their north, and another small trail led off to the west. Jacque looked at the young woman standing next to them. She was huffing and puffy, trying to catch her breath. Delila sagged, her legs giving out. Jacque grabbed her hand and caught her, cradling her against his chest. She sobbed softly.  

“What has become of George?” She choked out between sobs, “What happened to him?”  

“Transformed by that police officer, Natalia Wood,” Jacques answered her.   

“You...” Delila choked.  

Jacque shook his head, “I reversed the process before it had progressed that far.”  

A look of hope crossed through Delila’s eyes. “Do you think you can save him?”  

Jacque shrugged. “I have no idea.”  

“I saw her,” Delila said, her eyes wide, “I saw her hopes and dreams. Painted clearly across her aura like a billboard. She wants to own you both and rule the world. She believes she can dominate the city if she can control you both.”  

Delila hugged Jacque, burying her face in his shoulder while she sobbed. Jacque kissed her forehead while he softly patted her back. Jacque then took notice of the young, dark-skinned woman standing half a step away from him. Her eyes were fixed on his cock. She licked her lips, reached out, then pulled her hand back. She did not seem to notice Jacque watching her.  

“I recognize you,” Jacque said to her. “I saw you outside the bank.”  

The woman looked up at Jacque, her eyes wide in shock. Then she nodded, gulped, licked her lips, and stepped back out of his reach.  

“What is your name?” Jacque asked softly.  

The woman’s eyes flicked down to his cock, then back to his face. She swallowed. “Anita.”  

“Anita,” Jacque said, “That is a beautiful name. I would shake your hand, but...”  

Delila hugged herself tighter against Jacque’s chest.  

“I-I wasn’t there for you,” Anita said, visibly fighting to keep her gaze on his face. “I was tracking that police officer.”  

“The one you snatched us away from?”  

“Yes. That one.”  

“Why were you watching her?” Jacque asked.  

“She rubbed me the wrong way.” Anita saw the look on Jacque’s face and held up her hands defensively. “Like really wrong. Look, I wasn’t wrong, was I? Sometimes you get impressions about people, and you have to go with it.”  

Jacque smiled. “No. You weren’t wrong. But I do have to ask, why did you run from me then?”  

Anita blushed and tried to look away, but her gaze got caught on his still-large dick hanging between his legs. She blushed and looked him in the eye. Seeing the heat there, she turned away.  

She spoke over her shoulder, “I heard the stories about you. What you do with women. How many you casually fucked.” She turned and met his eye. “Is it true that your only standard is that they have two tits, a hole, and a heartbeat?”  

Jacque blinked. He had not heard that one before. “Eighteen. They must be at least eighteen. No kids or teenagers.”  

Anita coughed and laughed at the same time. It was a bitter sound. “At least you have some standards. I don’t want to be just another number, so I left.” She looked down, saw his cock again, and spun around, cursing. “How can you be so casual with your nudity? With that... thing hanging between your legs.”  

Jacque suppressed a chuckle. “Precisely because...