When Jillian came out of it, she was exhausted and confused. Zoe had finally let her rest after hours of delicious torment. Jillian had no idea how long she was out. Zoe was curled up beside her now like a sleek well-fed kitten, asleep, one cheek resting on Jillian's pillowy breast. She had wanted it, to sleep with Zoe. She had also wanted to stop. Zoe had done something to her, but what? Some kind of mind control was Jillian's best guess.
Mentally reviewing their lovemaking, Jillian gently shuddered, half pleasure and half fear. Zoe's tongue deep inside her, hands like claws, scratching down her back, strong too, stronger than Moose, easily moving her around the bed, putting her into whatever positions she wanted.
A blush rose to her cheeks as Jillian recalled an echo of the pleasure she had felt - - and the strange, sleepy passivity that had come over her. Zoe had really put her through her paces. Jillian smiled in spite of herself. Moose would be jealous. Farson High's resident vampire princess had gotten into her panties before he did. Rubbing her thighs together, Jillian realized she was a little sore, well, down there. She seemed to have some vague recollection of Zoe rubbing her down there, effortlessly restraining Jillian's hands above her head as she ground against her - - into her? - - pussy.
Jillian felt a little queasy. It was all coming back to her. It was easy to get confused, to not understand while Zoe was doing whatever it was she did to her mind, but Zoe had fallen asleep after fucking Jillian senseless. Zoe had fallen asleep, and forgot to make her forget.
If Jillian was still a virgin when Jon took up residence in her life she definitely didn't have to worry about that now. Zoe had fucked her, and not just with her tongue and hands. Zoe had changed, grown a penis, bulking up until she looked like an albino She-Hulk with a cock, and then stuck her with it. Over and over, pounding into her, orgasm after orgasm. Flipping her over like a rag doll and taking her doggy-style. Holding her upside down, making Jillian suck it, as Zoe used that snake tongue to lash her pussy into a froth.
Jillian felt sick. Worse, she felt guilty - - and stupid. Zoe could change. She was some kind of shapeshifter. God, she had already done better with the stone in a couple days than Jon had before Moose changed her. Zoe didn't get kidnapped, she din't lose the stone. Jillian figured she hadn't even told anyone else about it yet. She hadn't even told her, not really. She had revealed her powers, but not their source.
Zoe began to stir against her. Jillian knew everything Zoe had done was only possible with the stone and she had the stone with her. Zoe's little accident with her own boobs was proof of that. Jillian also knew she couldn't let Zoe know she knew. Her former sister - - what was she now? Her girlfriend? Her lover? - - was just as naked as she was, but there was no stone in sight. No clothes either now that it occurred to her. Maybe Zoe had a way to make things invisible or teleport them away when she didn't need them.
What she did know was if she brought the stone up before Zoe did Jillian might never get the chance to see it. To steal it.
Zoe wriggled a little, the catlike image not yet dispelled, just like she always did when she was about to wake up. Jillian bit her lip, tried not to think about how they were still naked, about how their soft, smooth bodies were still touching. Of course, her nipples hardened, against her will, anyway.
Zoe's eyes opened. She looked confused for a moment, not quite frightened, just not remembering where she was. Her eyes flicked up from their breasts mooshing together to Jillian's face. Jillian smiled. Zoe smiled back.
"Hey, girl," Jillian whispered. It was still dark outside, the hour before dawn. A time for secrets.
"Hi," Zoe said, her voice still husky from sleep.
"You are," Jillian groped for words, trying to find an angle, "...amazing. How, I mean, just - - how?"
"Comes naturally, I guess," Zoe playfully licked her lips. Noticing Jillian's erect nipples she walked her fingers over to one and lightly circled it with a long black nail.
Something prodded Jillian's thigh. It was moving down there between the two of them. The girls both gasped and sprang away from each other, looking down. Zoe's stiffening cock sprang up, pointing at Jillian's pussy like a divining rod. Jillian couldn't help it, hand flying to her mouth too late to stiffle a giggle. She smiled and gave Zoe a sympathetic look, "You call that natural?"
That was when Jillian realized Zoe's pale porcelain skin blushed very prettily.
