The rain pounded against the rotting roof, but inside the shrine, the silence was thick and heavy.
The mysterious woman didn't say a word. She didn't have to.
She slowly uncurled her legs, the wet, sheer fabric stretching to its breaking point across her thighs.
Alex felt his mouth go dry as he watched the white silk cling desperately to her skin.
It was so soaked it was practically painted on, outlining the dark patch of hair between her legs.
"Holy shit," Alex breathed out, his eyes glued to her crotch.
She bit her lip, looking up at him through her lashes, and made a shaky attempt to stand.
She pushed herself up, bracing a hand against the cold stone of the headless statue.
As she rose, gravity did its work.
Her heavy tits bounced and settled, the weight of them dragging the wet neckline lower.
The fabric was so thin Alex could see the dark, stiff peaks of her nipples pressing against it, begging to be touched.
Her legs seemed to give out. With a soft, muffled gasp, she stumbled.
"Hey, watch out—" Alex stepped forward instinctively.
She didn't hit the floor hard.
Instead, she slumped back against the base of the statue, her legs sprawling open in front of him.
The slip caused the strap of her robe to slide off her left shoulder, exposing the top swell of a massive, pale breast.
She didn't fix it.
Instead, she looked up at him, her chest heaving, making those tits jiggle with every ragged breath.
She slowly extended a trembling, pale hand toward him, her fingers curling in a 'come here' gesture.
Alex's brain was screaming at him that this was wrong, that people don't just appear in sealed rooms, but his body wasn't listening.
His cock was already rock hard, throbbing painfully against the zipper of his rough canvas pants.
He took a step closer, his boots crunching on the dusty floor.
"You... you hurt?" he asked, his voice rough.
She shook her head slightly, her blue eyes never leaving his face.
She shifted her hips, grinding her ass against the stone floor, and the movement made the wet fabric ride up her thighs, exposing creamy, smooth skin.
Alex was close enough now to smell her.
The scent was intoxicating, he looked down at her, looming over her vulnerable body.
From this angle, he could see right down the front of her loose, soaked robe.
"Fuck," he muttered, unable to look away from the deep cleavage displayed right in front of him. "You're... really wet."
The woman reached out and wrapped her cold, wet fingers around his ankle.
The touch sent a jolt of electricity straight up his leg to his groin.
She squeezed, then slowly, deliberately, began to drag her hand up his calf, her palm pressing firmly against his jeans.
Alex fell to his knees in front of her, driven by a lust he'd never felt before in either of his lives.
He reached out, his trembling hand hovering over her exposed shoulder, wanting to feel if her skin was as soft as it looked.
"Who are you?" he whispered again, though he barely cared about the answer anymore.
He just wanted to rip that wet, see-through rag off her body and bury himself in her, but the moment Alex's fingers brushed the damp skin of her shoulder, the dynamic shifted violently.
He expected her to be soft, maybe even pull away shyly.
Instead, her grip on his ankle tightened like a vice, crushing the bone.
Before he could even yelp, her other hand shot up, fingers tangling brutally into his wet hair.
"Come here, you like what you see, don't you?" she purred, her voice dropping an octave, losing its fearful tremble entirely.
Her hand tightened painfully around the bulge in his pants, squeezing his cock with a strength that felt like iron. "You want to stick it inside me? Make me yours?"
"Y-yes," Alex stammered, his brain short-circuiting as he stared down at her wet, heaving tits.
"Good boy."
The woman suddenly pulled him down forcefully, locking her arms around his neck.
Alex crashed chest-first into her.
The impact knocked the wind out of him, squashing her massive, wet tits against his chest.
He felt every inch of her soft curves through his clothes, the heat radiating off her body scorching him.
Then, she smashed her lips against his. It wasn't a romantic kiss. It was hungry. Violent.
She forced his jaw open, her tongue invading his mouth, hot and tasting of something exotic, like wild berries and copper.
For a split second, Alex's brain short-circuited.
His cock throbbed so hard it hurt, grinding against her thigh as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against her wet crotch.
He tried to push his hands under her robe, wanting to grab that pale ass, to lose himself in the sensation of her body.
But then, the pleasure turned sharp.
A jolt of icy, pink lightning seemed to explode in his mouth, shooting straight down his throat and into his gut.
"What… the fu..c…k…?" Alex tried to pull back, to break the kiss, but his body wouldn't listen.
Panic surged through him.
He tried to shove her off, but his arms were dead weight.
He couldn't move his fingers. He couldn't even blink.
He was frozen, locked in a lover's embrace with a woman who was suddenly terrifyingly strong.
The "sexy woman" kept kissing him, her blue eyes wide open now, glowing with an eerie, predatory light, turning into vertical slits. Reptilian.
The pressure in the room skyrocketed. Alex felt like an invisible hand had wrapped around his throat, choking him.
"Argh!"
Alex fell to his knees, clutching his chest. The cold spread rapidly, turning into a searing, burning heat.
He felt something writhing under his skin, moving from his heart down to his stomach, like a live snake burrowing through his flesh.
A thick, foreign energy flooding his veins.
It felt slimy and hot, rushing through his blood like liquid fire.
It pooled in his stomach, then shot lower, swirling around his balls and his hardening cock, before rushing up to his chest.
"Get off! Get the fuck off me!" Alex screamed in his mind, but all that came out was a muffled groan against her lips.
The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't just energy; it felt like a blueprint, a set of instructions forcing its way into his DNA.
His heart hammered against his ribs— thump-thump-thump—but it felt like it was beating in sync with hers.
The woman finally broke the kiss, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting their lips. But she didn't let him go.
She kept him pinned there, paralyzed, her legs wrapped tight around him.