Digital Hearts- Late Night Ambitions

by Eden Redd

“Any plans for tonight?” Mina asked, changing the subject.

  “Taking it easy if there is a big party tomorrow. The day is gone so I may do some reading,” Morgan said as he looked to the window and the fading light of the day.

  Mina nodded. “We won’t keep you. David, let’s go.”

  David struggled to stand and when he was on his feet, he made his way to Mina’s side. The three friends hugged each other before they broke their embrace. Mina was first to leave. David moved to the door, stopped and turned his head to Morgan.

  “Keep that gun handy. I heard that sometimes during or after big storms, there might be some looting,” David smiled.

  “Looting? Here in Driftwood Cove?”

  David nodded. “It seems like a nice town, but Mina and I have noticed a dark underbelly. I have a trunk in my basement with some shotguns and handguns, just in case. Let me know if you need something with a little more kick?”

  “I hope it doesn’t come to that,” Morgan yawned. “See you tomorrow for the party.”

  David nodded before he lumbered to Mina’s side. The friends waved to each other before Morgan closed the door. A neighborhood party wasn’t exactly what he had planned, but it seemed like a fun diversion considering all the crazy stuff he had experienced in the last week. Thoughts swirled with images of Anya and Tibby and the player was torn. Anya was fit, warm and fun while Tibby was a bookworm, crazy and had a serious oral fixation. They both knew his dark secrets and neither of them blinked. They both had two hearts and the player felt he was going to win a third heart from either of them.

  “Maybe I should slow it down and see who is truly the one for me,” Morgan whispered to himself.

  Nikki walked out on two legs, a hoodie sweater covering her upper body while she still wore her one-piece black bathing suit. The hood was up as cat eyes looked over to Morgan standing by the door. With liquid grace, she crossed the living room, eyes on her master.

  “I should shower again,” Morgan said as he remembered she said he smelled like fish and blood.

  “It won’t stop the smell,” Nikki said and licked her lips.

  Seeing the hunger in her eyes, Morgan leaned against the door, “Are you okay?”

  Nikki looked away, “It’s been a little lonely here. I need attention.”

  Morgan eyed the cat-woman, her long tail shuddering. He wondered if she was agitated or it was for something else. Her entire body language seemed to give off a vibe that she was uncomfortable. A long moment of awkward silence filled the space between them before Morgan spoke up.

  “I’ll take a shower and then maybe we can watch some TV,” the player said innocently.

  “We should watch TV now,” Nikki said as she abruptly turned and sauntered to the couch.

  Crawling onto the couch, she sat with her legs bent sideways and a clawed hand grabbing the remote. The flat screen blinked on and a newscaster was talking about the storm of the century hitting the coast.

  The mood took on a warm, hazy edge as Morgan sat down on the couch. The moment he was in his seat, Nikki scooted closer, leaning her body into his. Tail swishing back and forth, a small purr vibrated from her throat. The newscasters continued their on-air banter while Morgan’s eyes drifted to the cat-woman pressed against him. Nikki’s ears flickered as she snuggled closer. The heat in the room began to rise and Morgan eyed her with a dash of amusement and concern.

  “Nikki, I didn’t know you…,” Morgan trailed off.

  The cat-woman purred louder before she picked up the remote again and clicked the mute button. Crawling onto all fours, she sauntered over Morgan’s lap. The player looked down, the thin fabric of her outfit not hiding her plump ass and the creased lines of her womanhood. A scent rose up as she stretched, her upper body curving down and her ass up. Tail moving, it caressed the side of Morgan’s neck while her rear swayed near his face. A low growl vibrated as she continued to stretch.

  Morgan let a small smile slip before he reached up. Fingers hooked into the bottom of her one-piece outfit and pulled it aside. A wet, pink slit budded, a small tuft of fine hair barely peeking out. Falling further into the mood, fingers ran along her quivering valley entrance, sliding along wet folds until a gentle touch of her clit caused her to purr louder.

  Nikki looked back, hood up but her ears still poking out along the edge. Eyes beckoned with slow blinks. Morgan turned sideways, his lips and mouth pressing against her dripping slit. The purring turned into a growl as Morgan’s tongue explored her. Blood pumped into his member, trying to free itself from the loose robe. Nikki turned her face forward, eyes falling to half slits while the growling continued. Morgan relished her taste, taking his time, probing and licking her inner world. Nikki stretched again, pushing her ass and valley into her master’s face. Nails dug into the couch as Nikki’s mouth opened. Breathing faster, she swayed her hips slightly to Morgan’s invasion. Nerves began to curl and moans rose up. The wet muffled sounds only added to the blinding lust. Nikki rubbed herself against Morgan’s face, wetness touching his chin, cheeks and nose. The player didn’t stop her, his manhood standing on its own power.

  The intimate kiss played on until Nikki let out a purring growl. A light shudder rippled along her body and she moaned her delight. Pulling away, the cat-woman kept her back to Morgan as she moved over him. A clawed hand removed the robe edge, pulling it open. The player’s rock-hard member stood with throbbing power. Morgan watched as she lowered herself onto his manhood. The tip touched her wet opening and for a few seconds, it didn’t go farther than that. Morgan wondered if she was a virgin until clouds of bliss touched him. Wetness dripped down his member as she moved, her ass swaying hypnotically before him. Taking hold of her waist, he helped hold her up while she tried to work him into her. The tightness parted slightly and Nikki allowed gravity to help her along. Weight, gravity and desire allowed the feline woman to impale herself on the man who saved her. Inches forced her tight inner walls to accommodate him. A drop of pain but a deluge of pleasure caused Nikki to moan louder and louder.

  Morgan allowed his reserved manners to fall away as he took hold of her ass cheeks and spread them. He watched as she sank down, wetness flowing like a river and dripping along his base. When she reached the hilt, nature took over and she moved with caged heat. Thighs and legs working, she moved, only an inch of Morgan’s member showing before she moved down again. Sliding, clawed hands rested on Morgan’s knees as she was lost to the throes of passion. Morgan helped her along, increasing and slowing the tempo like a conductor in front of an orchestra. The connection blazed bright and the sounds of their bond filled the living room with increasing fervor.

  “I’m coming again,” Nikki seethed as she moved.

  Morgan remained helpful while enjoying the warm and wet sensations. Hands tight on her waist, he forced her to slow down and feel every veiny inch. Nikki’s eyes rolled back into her head, her body obeying her master. Pink lips touched his hot base and she squeezed him.

  The player continued to bask in bliss when something touched his senses. Gaze turning away from Nikki riding him, Morgan saw two glowing dots outside one of the living room windows. Gazes meeting, the glowing dots didn’t blink as they watched the feline-woman moan louder. Morgan stared, unsure what to make of it. Someone was outside and they were watching, but nothing else. The player remembered the sheriff telling him there was a peeping tom prowling the neighborhoods. Was the person watching the very same?

  Trying to concentrate, pleasure roared. Nikki forced herself down, taking every throbbing inch of her master until her inner world exploded in light and rhythmic pulses. Crying out, Nikki couldn’t control herself as wetness spilled. Sucking in air, her body moved of its own accord as she was trapped in a loop of bliss.

  Morgan continued to stare at the yellow eyes watching him. The moment Nikki began to slow down, the eyes blinked to darkness and they were gone. The player grabbed the cat-woman by the waist and gently laid her on the couch. Nikki purred as she closed her eyes and t
rembled from the ocean of ecstasy flooding her entire being.

  Morgan was up, closing his robe and reaching for the front door. The moment he touched the handle, he twisted and wretched the door open. Shock caused his eyes to widened as Anya stood, head bowed and darkness covering her eyes. The night air flowed in as she stood in a short white dress and barefoot. Glancing again to her feet, Morgan noticed streaks of dirt covered her thin feet.

  “Anya…,” Morgan said before realization washed over him. Seeing how Anya looked into David’s window at his party was enough to confirm the small suspicion.

  “I…I can’t…help myself…,” Anya said in a low tone.

  “Come in,” Morgan said as he stepped aside.

  Anya stepped in, her gaze falling on Nikki. The cat-woman had stopped enjoying her bliss as she was on all fours, tail stiff. Anya’s blank expression twisted into baring her teeth. Morgan didn’t see it as he moved closer. Anya’s simple display was enough for Nikki to scramble off the couch, dart into the hallway on all fours and rush into her room. Morgan called out to her, but only the slamming of her bedroom door was all they heard.

  “Some animals don’t like me,” Anya said sweetly with a dash of sad gloom.

  “What brings you by,” Morgan asked, unsure what else to say.

  Anya faced him, her head still bowed and shadows covering her eyes. “I…can’t stop thinking about you. I needed to make sure you were okay.”

  The player smiled. “I’m fine. What is this all about?”

  Anya stayed in the middle of the living room, eyes looking up and shadows melting away. “Did you see my gift?”

  “Anya, I don’t understand.”

  “The gift I left you? Did you see the shaman priest? He is guarding the area so no one can hurt you.”

  “The monster in the woods? You left the tablet and candles?”

  Anya gave a slight nod. “I performed the protection ritual. The shaman will guard you, but only until the storm.”

  Morgan’s hands closed into loose fists. “I don’t know what you mean by all of this. Why do I need protection? Why did you send a monster to guard me?”

  Anya’s eyes burned with dark fire, “Yir has blessed us. He heard my prayers and answered them. You and I can be more than what we are now.”

  The athletic beauty took a step closer, Amber eyes like burning coals. “Did she hurt you? Did she show you their unnatural ways?”

  “You saw me?”

  “I followed you,” Anya whispered. “I had to make sure you were okay. When you entered their den of madness, I asked Yir to guide me.”

  Morgan took a small step back, “Your cult attacked the club.”

  “Cult is such an ugly word for a higher way of being. Thulu’s followers are cult-like. With time, they drive all insane.”

  “Karen…she was the first person I met here in Driftwood Cove. Did you know…”

  Anya cut him off, “She was a sister and a friend. The followers of Thulu will stop at nothing to destroy all others who don’t bow to their ways.”

  “Anya, this is all getting crazy,” Morgan said as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

  Anya’s expression turned to a pout, “You…don’t like me anymore.”

  Morgan mentally cut through the confusing fog, “Anya, I like you very much, but this is going too far.”

  The tanned beauty sank down to her knees, head hanging forward. “I mean nothing to you?”

  Morgan shook his head, “That’s not what I said.”

  Anya looked up and her skin began to ripple. “How could you be so…mean?”

  Morgan took another step back, eyes and brow turning hawkish. Anya’s skin rippled again. She looked to him with profound grief as hair began to grow along her forearms. The hair on her head shifted and two fleshy points rose up. Tanned skin turned, becoming an ashen gray, nearly black. The hair on her head flowed and curled, framing her darken face. Eyes once amber, now glowed with orange and red. The heat in the living room increased by a few degrees. The white dress rippled as black hair ran along her forearms. Breasts bulged against the tight dress, forcing a robust cleavage to appear. A tail pushed out from under the dress, falling to the side and turning bushy. The player’s gaze then fell to her mouth, sharp canines growing longer and lips black as pitch.

  Morgan lifted up his hands to chest level. “Anya, let’s talk about this,” Morgan said before glancing to the knife rack on the kitchen island.

  Anya’s sad expression furled into a seething hate. “You’ll never make it,” she said with sardonic tone and black claws emerging from her fingertips.

  “I know you care for me because I care for you too,” Morgan said as conflicted emotions spun against his heart and mind. He did care, but the erratic behavior she displayed since she arrived hinted at a real danger, she might try to kill him.

  Anya lurched onto all fours, tail low and ears back. “Even if you survive, I’ll tell everyone about your dark secrets. I’ll make sure they know where the graves are and I’ll laugh as they throw you in jail,” Anya cackled.

  Shock turned to anger which sparked into a rage. There was no reason to hold back now, Morgan thought. She threatened to destroy the life he was building here. Images of Neal in the hospital bed stabbed at him. If he failed, his friend would stay in a coma for a long time. How long before she went after his friends? How long before her cult ripped their lives apart?

  Anya tilted her head to the side, “I’m a bad girl…such a bad girl…”

  Morgan firmed his resolve, “Anya, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Anya let out a long cackle. “Weak,” she shouted and launched into the air.

  Time slowed as Anya soared toward the player. Morgan’s hand formed a tight fist and automatically shot forward, connecting with the side of her face. Anya was knocked from the air and crashed onto the floor before shifting to all fours. Morgan darted toward the open kitchen, hand open and gaze on the knife rack. He just needed one and he could end her existence.

  The moment Morgan crossed the threshold and entered the kitchen, Anya ran and pounced. Claws dug into Morgan’s back as the weight pushed him down. Fingers missing the edge of the island, the player landed on his chest. Elbow flashing and body turning, Anya leered until Morgan’s elbow connected with her jaw. The force was enough to snap her head back, but it shot forward again. Teeth shined in the kitchen light before Morgan’s fist rammed into her ribs. Anya growled and her head struck forward like a viper. Teeth sank into Morgan’s shoulder, pain blasting his nerves. A wry thought sliced through the pain, wondering why the pain levels on his Mind’s Eye Gear suit were still so high.

  Blood rose and a tongue licked at it, teeth still in flesh. Anya growled before Morgan slammed his fist into her ribs three more times. On the fourth time, she let go. The player grabbed her by the neck and drove her head into the tiled floor. Anya barked out a laugh as Morgan tried to get up. Grabbing the edge of the island, he hoisted himself up. Seeing the knife rack a foot away, he reached for a blade.

  Clawed hands took hold of his waist, picked him up like a rag doll and threw him toward the living room. The player was helpless as he crashed into the couch and turned the whole thing on its side. Rolling to his knees, Anya was airborne, a razor smile flashing as claws gleamed in the light.

  The demons under his skin shouted and as soon as Anya was nearly on him, the player’s fist rammed into her nose. Anya’s body crumpled, hitting the player and the two sprawling to the floor. A whine rose up as Morgan threw his shoulder into Anya. On top of her, he raised back a fist but Anya’s hound-like features grinned in delight.

  “Stop this…,” Morgan managed before a clawed hand grabbed his balls.

  “I will never stop!” Anya growled.

  The demons roared their desires, calling for blood. Morgan’s fist came down, striking Anya hard against her cheek. Head turning to the side, blood trickled out from her mouth. The growl melted into a moan as she turned back to face Morgan.


  “Hit me again,” she hissed.

  The demons howled and Morgan drove his fist hard into the same cheek. Fury and madness overcame him as he punched her again and again. Pulling his fist back, Anya’s crimson eyes nearly rolled into her head before she spit out one of her canines. The clawed hand clutching his balls released. Morgan looked down with power and seething fury when fingers wrapped around his raging hard-on.

  The rage flickered as Morgan eyed Anya. She licked her lips, whining like a hurt animal. Hand working, she stroked his member. The insanity of the moment gripped them both and they could not deny its power. Morgan stayed over her as she stroked with a skillful touch. Glancing down between them, Anya’s other hand slid over her womanhood, massaging herself. She looked up with a burning intensity, her hips moving to her own touch while stroking the player.

  The heat of the moment shifted from rage to a burning lust. Morgan grabbed at her white dress, pulling as hard as he could. The fabric tore and finally gave. Anya let out an approving whine as firm black breasts were freed, black nipples pointing.

  “I…have to be punished,” Anya whined as she stroked Morgan and rubbed her glowing clit.

  The blaze was still there, demons dancing to the seductive song. Morgan let the song wash over him as his left hand grabbed her throat and his right hand grabbed his cock. Anya gave muffled cries until Morgan’s head touched her molten hot valley. Wetness surged as he forced himself. Whimpers rose up as she spread her strong thighs. The invasion of her inner world sent shudders along her body. Morgan’s heat drove him, every inch sinking into her tight pink slit. When he reached the hilt, he stayed, eyeing Anya like she belonged to him.

  The hellhound writhed as she struggled to breath. Hips moved, trying to coax Morgan to action, but he did not relent. The power in his hand around her throat sent shockwaves of pleasure, goose pimples rising along her near black flesh. Arms falling to the sides of her head, she writhed as wetness spilled from their union.

  “Hurt…me…,” Anya struggled to say as she gasped for air.

  Morgan’s head shot forward, headbutting her. Anya’s head reeled from the strike, the fight leaving her limbs as she lay. Morgan’s hips began to work, driving thick inches into her while still holding her neck. The player watched as the bruises on her cheek and head melted away on her dark skin. Eyes rolling into her head, she whimpered as Morgan slid his manhood inside her, taming her spirit. The TV played on as Morgan grunted, forcing himself deep with every thrust and Anya hissing a whimper.