Chapter 2

Harriet worked the rest of the day pausing occasionally to consult books on human anatomy. She could feel consideration happening for her resident, but was having problems understanding exactly what was being considered.

I found a place in your brain where there was no real activity, and am using it to consider the problem. Is there any research on brain nervous system responses to energy fields?

Not here. Let me check the internet, thought Harriet. She did so.

After perusing the results for a while, she thought, Do we have any way of measuring my field wavelengths?

Not that I know of. And if we go to some laboratory somewhere, questions will be asked, especially if the results are very unusual.

That could be unfortunate for both of us. I will try using the information you’ve found, and see if I can make any differences in Heather. I am going to have to unfurl myself soon, I’m afraid. I have been hiding, like I would in my home dimension, but it is very uncomfortable, and I can’t do it for extended periods. It will likely trigger sexual activity for you.

Let’s go home before you do that! It isn’t safe here!

I should point out that Heather is likely to be there...

Damn. Well, try not to kill us, okay? Any of us!

I will do my best.

Can you wait till I get home?

Yes. We should leave soon, though.

Harriet put the closed sign on the door, went out it and locked it behind her. She hurried to her car and drove home to see an older light blue Honda Civic parked in front.

As she walked up her steps, she saw her neighbor, Olivia Barrows carrying her infant son, and her teenage daughter, June, carrying his diaper bag and carseat toward their house. She waved a neighborly ‘hello’, trying to not look anxious, for she could feel the strain her passenger was under. The other two nodded and smiled their hellos back since their hands were full. She entered the house to find a despondent Heather naked on her couch.

“You’re home!” Heather squealed, her mood changing instantly, and rushed into Harriet’s arms, kissing her frantically. She let go of Harriet and bounced from foot to foot, causing her breasts to bounce enticingly. “I took a shower, like you said!”

Harriet was momentarily distracted by the display, but recovered and began removing her clothes, which excited Heather all the more.

Ahh... She was unfurling herself within Harriet, and Harriet felt the dramatic change from horny to sex-obsessed and driven.

Harriet grabbed Heather and kissed her passionately, tongue slithering around Heather’s mouth and curling around Heather’s tongue like a snake. One of Harriet’s hands was grasping Heather’s ass, the other fondling one of Heather’s lovely C-cup breasts, the nipples of which hardened to erotically-aching diamond points. Heather responded by leaning in and running her hands down to Harriet’s ass and pulling the two women together tightly. She moaned in need, trying in vain to grind her pussy against Harriet’s in a standing position.

Harriet moved Heather backwards toward the couch and pushed her down onto it. She swung her leg over Heather and dropped her already-dripping pussy onto Heather’s waiting lips and tongue, and planted her face squarely in Heather’s flooding crotch in a desperate 69.

Both of their orgasms were fast, powerful, and almost nose-bruising in frantic thrusting. The flood of energy released was helplessly absorbed by the entity, and she did her best to discharge it as she could, and found that the ground below them was resistant to “grounding” it out.

She did use the opportunity to try to ameliorate Heather’s addiction to Harriet, or, more properly, their energy field, by placing what she hoped to be a self-contained package of that energy to be time-released at a low level inside Heather’s body. She thought Heather might be a bit hornier than usual, but less despondent in Harriet’s absence. It was a variation on her own species’ reproduction cycle, but would not develop into another of her kind.

Olivia had settled on the couch to feed her infant son as June restocked the diaper bag and put the carseat away. She was 36, and was raising both kids on her own. She had married June’s father young, but he had died four years ago. When she had tried dating again, a condom had broken and she became pregnant with little Jeremy. She was a conservative small-town girl, and decided to keep him, a choice which had scared his father into leaving town.

Olivia began breastfeeding Jeremy and, as she usually did, she felt her secret shame of weakness in her legs and a stirring in the spot that had caused him to exist in the first place. She had felt her body react the same way when June was a baby. How was it that this should turn her on? It had always seemed so wrong, but she couldn’t afford bottle-feeding him with formula, and besides, this was supposed to be the best for him. Still, it bothered her a great deal.

Suddenly, she felt a wave of sexuality, much stronger than any she had ever felt before. Oh, God she thought, Jeremy suck harder! She felt her panties dampen and her button stand up and demand to be touched. She gasped aloud. She lifted her long skirt and slid her hand into her panties to meet that demand. She couldn’t help it; the need was overwhelming.

“Mom?! Are you okay?” June had heard her mother gasp in what she thought was pain, and ran into the room and stopped dead, watching her mother feeding her brother with her hand in her panties. She, too, gasped, as she felt need inflame her 16-year-old body. She was confused and shocked by this, as everything she had learned in church and Sunday school said this feeling was wrong.

It was a brief struggle. She found one hand pulling up her dress and the other slipping inside her panties. Her mother’s breasts filled her vision.

“June, baby, I need you to suck from my other breast,” Olivia coaxed. “Please baby, I need it! I need it so bad it hurts...”

June moved towards her mother slowly, partly because it felt so deliciously wrong and partly because her mother told her to do it. It hurt? She was trying to not consciously think of what was happening in her panties. Wrong, wrong, wrong, deliciously, sexily wrong! Her lips closed over her mother’s nipple and she sucked, and a stream of sweet milk flowed into her mouth. Her own button buzzed in erotic naughtiness as she fingered it, and her thin cotton panties and hand were becoming drenched!

Her mother bucked under her in response, crying out “Oh, God! Yes! Fucking suck it! Hard!” as she fucked herself with her fingers, deep inside her pussy, curled up and in! Pinching and rubbing her hardened clit between the Bottoms of her fingers and the top of her palm.

June sucked harder and got more milk more quickly, and smelled the scent of her mother’s skin and flowing excitement. Oh, so wrong, so good, so excitingly perverted! She deliberately worked her button and pussy now, reveling in the wrongness of it. Trying to cum, trying to make her mother cum by sucking her titty with her brother.

“Oh, please, yes! Good, so fucking good! Suck my titties! Make me cum!” Olivia screamed as she went over the edge of orgasm, her two middle fingers jammed as high in her flowing pussy as they could go.

June pulled out her hand and crouched on her mother’s bare thigh and ground her pussy against it, humping it in need and coating it in her juices. Olivia told her, “Cum for me, baby, rub your pussy on my leg and cum for me as you suck on my titty!”

That was it. June “Mmmm!”ed loudly into her mother’s breast as she ground her wide open pussy and clit against her Mommy’s leg and came for her like a good bad girl. God, that was hot! So fucking hot! Mommy’s good bad baby girl nursing at Mommy’s titty and cumming for her, cumming on her for her! She came rubbing on her again at the perversity of the thought. It’s so bad it’s good!

Olivia was cumming again herself, thinking much the same thing -- what she was doing was incestuous, perverse, and so exciting! Her baby boy at one titty and her baby girl at the other, driving her crazy with the pleasure, and rubbing herself on her leg to get off! It could only be better if it was something or someone else in her pussy! God, she needed to be fucked so bad! Her vibrator! Maybe her darling baby girl would fuck her with it!

As her orgasm subsided, somehow without relief, she got to her feet, letting June’s mouth come off her nipple with a pop and her daughter’s pussy slide the rest of the way down her leg as she did. She carefully settled Jeremy in his crib, and the ran to her bedside table to retrieve her toy, the toy that had become so necessary after every nursing session with her son. She stepped out of her clothes and panties, and then called June into the room. “Baby girl, get in here, now!”

June staggered into the room, and her eyes widened in both shock and arousal. Her heart began pounding harder than ever.

“Get those clothes off, baby girl! We’re gonna make each other feel good!” her mother ordered.

June pulled off her dress and bra, and then found that her delicate panties had disappeared somewhere, somehow; they were gone. She pulled off her socks, and jumped onto the bed.

Olivia smiled lustily at her daughter’s quick compliance, and ran her eyes over her daughter’s nude body, admiring her young form, with its lovely round, full, D-cup breasts. When had her daughter become so sexy? June would have at least double-Ds when she got pregnant and started nursing herself, just like her mama.

Olivia climbed onto the bed, crouched over her daughter and slowly lowered a nipple into her waiting mouth. She moved her thigh between June’s and began to rub it against her heated slickness, feeling the hard little button against the soft, smooth skin of her thigh. June began to nurse, her hands on her mother’s breasts, grasping and kneading to make the milk flow more easily. Olivia took one of June’s hands -- the one not on the breast she was suckling -- and places the vibrator in it. She looked her daughter in the eye and nodded.

June had never seen, let alone used, a vibrator before, but she knew what her mother needed, and slid it up into her mother’s pussy. This was a bit awkward, given what her mother was doing for her, but her mother was so wet the device slid right in. Olivia bucked a moment, getting it situated as she wanted it, then told June, “Pull it out, not too far! Then back in. Good girl! Again. Yes! Good, good girl!” June quivered each time she said “good girl,” and Olivia knew she liked those words being said to her.

“Oh, baby, good baby girl, just like that, yes! Suck Mommy’s titty and drink her milk while you fuck her with her vibrator! Good girl!”

June was bucking her pussy against her mommy’s thigh in helpless need. She felt like she was a baby, a sex slave, a slutty whore for her Mommy. She was going to cum for Mommy again as she sucked Mommy’s titty and did what Mommy told her to do. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she ground hard against Mommy’s knee and thigh and came long and hard, swallowing her mother’s milk.

Her Mommy watched as she recovered, and began playing with her baby’s breast, still rubbing, never stopping rubbing, her pussy with her knee, then when June was back down from cumming, she bent down to suck that hard nipple. June went right back into an orgasm, moaning in shocked pleasure. Even as she did so, she didn’t break the steady rhythm with the vibrator for her Mommy, even though it, and her hand, was completely slippery and dripping with her Mommy’s juices.

She found it a bit harder to curl in on herself and hide, but she managed, and Harriet and Heather collapsed into exhausted slumber. They had lost count of the orgasms quite a while back, not that they were actually counting. She worked for a time, then managed to get Harriet’s sleeping form to the kitchen and ran a glass of water from the tap, drank it down, then ran another and did the same thing again. It was a very large glass, but then Harriet’s body had lost a lot of fluid. She filled the glass a last time and walked the body back into the bedroom, where they had finally wound up.

“Wake up and drink this,” she told Heather, who blearily did as she was told and then collapsed back to sleep again.

Since the pair of humans were unconscious, she unfurled a little and explored just how far she could sense. She found the nextdoor neighbors and the baby, all sleeping as well. The glass windows were a minor interference, but the plaster and lathe, the siding and the wood she could reach right through.

Uh-oh.

She investigated the humans in the house next door more carefully. They had obviously been exposed to their energy field. She couldn’t feel anyone else in range. The infant seemed completely unaffected.

She ran through what she knew about humans and hypothesized that puberty might be the explanation for that. She had to find a better shield to keep this from spreading! Her energy field had grown with each orgasm. It was fortunate no one else was home, because she could sense at least four houses around Harriet’s home.

It was interesting that the ground seemed to block her perceptions, perhaps it blocked the problematic energy field as well. It was worth investigating, and quickly, if possible!

The humans next door were also dehydrated, and one seemed to be breathing irregularly. She picked up Harriet’s robe and put it on, and took the glass and walked nextdoor. The front door opened at her touch.

Oh, goodness, where am I? Harriet wondered blearily.

The next door neighbors house.

How did I get here?

i, uh, borrowed your body. There’s a problem

Harriet filled the glass with water and walked to the bedroom to see June and Olivia passed out, naked, and sticky.

Oh, dear! Them, too?

Yes. Not the baby, though.

Oh, thank God for that! Harriet thought fervently. She proceeded to do just that, in fact.

“Mmmmm,” came from the bed, and Harriet took the glass of water to Olivia, who was awakening.

“Olivia, drink this water, dear,” said Harriet.

“Wha... ? Harriet! Oh my God! What are you doing here!?”

“Drink this water, dear, you’re very dehydrated,” said Harriet again, handing her the glass. Olivia did drink it -- she was parched. June was beginning to wake up, as well. “I’ll get another,” said Harriet, taking the glass back.

While she was doing that, Olivia pulled the sheet over her daughter and herself, feeling both awkward and excited. “Mommy, what ... why is our nextdoor neighbor here?”

“I don’t know, dear, but she’s getting us water, and I think we really need it,” her mother answered.

“Yes,” said Harriet as she came back in the room with a full glass, and handed it to Olivia again, who took it and drained it quickly. “Your mom dehydrated herself through sexual fluids, sweat, and milk. I’ll get another glass for you, Olivia.”

“I’ll get a couple of glasses and the pitcher,” said June, hopping out of the bed and going to do just that, naked as the day she was born, and swaying her ass as she went.

“You’re the one who really needs it,” said Harriet.

“Uh, Harriet, why are you here?” asked Olivia.

“I knew you’d need water, and your blood pressure had dropped dangerously low.”

“How did you know that, though?”

“I didn’t know,” said Harriet.

_You heard them, and knew what would happen.

“Um, I heard you, and figured it out,” said Harriet, blushing.

“Oh my God,” said Olivia. “Look, I don’t know what happened, not really. It just sort of ... happened!”

“Yeah, me too,” said Harriet. “I should probably go check on Heather, she’s probably waking up about now.”

Still sound asleep.

June walked back in with a full water pitcher and two glasses still swaying in a way the definitely displayed her feminine attributes to best effect. Harriet and Olivia both watched her admiringly.

“Heather?” asked Olivia, snapping herself out of it. “I didn’t know you were a lesbian.”

“Uh, I think I’m bisexual,” said Harriet.

“Me, too,” said Olivia. “Just discovered that today?”

“Uh, yes, actually,” answered Harriet.

“Me, too,” said Olivia. “Want to bring this Heather over? We could have a lot of fun...”

“Uh, actually, I’ve got a date tonight,” said Harriet. “With a guy.”

“You could bring him over, too,” suggested Olivia, moving the sheet off her body.

“Heh. Ahem. That may well happen!” smiled Harriet, then she sobered, and looked like she was listening to something. “Caves? Uh, do you know of any caves in the area?”

June looked up from fingering herself. “There’s Wolf Cave, behind the old closed burger shack near the church. It’s pretty sandy. They say wolves used to use it as a den, long ago. Teenagers go there to drink or get high, sometimes.”

“How big is it?”

“Well, the entrance is about the size of a car, and the whole cave is about the size of our house.”

“Huh. Thanks, June, I appreciate that!”

June beamed, and her fingers quickened working around the lips of her pussy, strumming across her clit with each circuit.

“June is my good girl!” said Olivia slyly, and June gasped and plunged a finger inside herself in reaction.

Harriet, watching all this, smiled, and said, I may well see you later, or perhaps have you both over!”

“We’d really like that,” said Olivia brightly, stroking her nipples, and June nodded distractedly as she got close to the brink of her orgasm, and that was where almost all of her attention was.

“I’d best get back to Heather, now,” said Harriet, and as she turned to leave, she heard Olivia tell her daughter, “Cum for Mommy, June! Be Mommy’s good girl!”

The wail of June cumming followed Harriet out the door.

So ... what can we do about this? Are they changed forever? Are they going to spend the rest of their lives fucking each other? Uh, I mean having sex with each other? Incestuous lesbian sex?

I don’t know ... Let’s go back and check on Heather. I did a little something and hope she’ll be able to get out, be away from us for some time without getting depressed. I’m very worried about the addiction problem. I wish I could observe her without affecting her, but I don’t know if that’s possible.

And that’s just because you’re inside me? So everyone around me gets horny? How bad is it?

I’m pretty withdrawn at the moment, but even completely withdrawn, hidden, the energy still seeps out. That’s why you had to masturbate and were horny all last night. I was as hidden as I could be. I absorb more energy every time you orgasm. I grow. I can’t stop it, any more than a leaf can stop absorbing sunlight, or your skin can not absorb water when you’re immersed in it. We’ve got to find a way to block that energy. That’s why I wanted to know about caves.

Oh, God! So anyone around me will turn into a sex monster?

I don’t know. I just don’t know. We should keep an eye on your neighbors. They aren’t normally ... no of course not. Sorry.

Harriet walked into her house, and found a naked sleeping Heather on the bed. Heather really was a sexy woman, and Harriet felt a sexual thrill at the sight of her.

I’m never going to not be horny again, am I?

Probably not. I have learned sorrow and regret from you, and I am sorry to have disturbed your life so radically.

I ... can’t really say the same. I was very lonely before, and sex was not something I’d ever thought I’d have. I’d pretty much given up, except for fantasies. This has been beyond every expectation or fantasy I’ve ever had. And, well, you are interesting. I’ve got an invisible but very present friend, now.

Harriet felt a flush of affection and a bit of a lump in her throat as she thought this, and then thought: You never told me your name.

I don’t have one. We don’t have names or friends where I come from. It’s kind of like being a fish, but with energy instead of water. I’ve leaned so very much from you! I am so ... changed ... by merging with you. I’m kind of like a copy of you, your personality and thoughts and feelings. What would you like to call me?

Lily, short for Lilith.

Huh, I see. A strong-willed sexual woman that the first man couldn’t boss around and then became a demon temptress?