I stood alone in the darkened room. The sweet scent in the house filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply through my nose. Eyes closed, I listened inte...ntly and inhaled again....this time, I could just make out the faint aroma of Kate’s favorite perfume. Perfumes are funny things. Any ten women can wear the same one and they all smell different. I guess there's something about body chemistry that makes them react differently with every person. I can also tell you that when Kate dabs a tiny amount. En route is a police term for eventually.Eventually, the Portal having provided transportal service to the transients working in assorted areas ... Chaos bankers finished for the day; Hero Caretakers successful or forlorn; Crossroads monitors changing shifts, secretaries and their executives either staying or switching locals; the odd Cassandrian undercover Chaos armorer; contractors building new Chaosian banks and finished for the day and their laborers; brick masons, electricians, plumbers,. She was about to push it off her, when it latched onto a nipple and sucked. The sweet pain was so comforting that she had to hold the tiny thing.She could therefore see both the child, and her arms, as it sucked lustily. The tiny body grew before her very eyes, and the green tinge in her arms faded as it did so. When the little boy looked up at his mother's face, and his eyes, now some shade between green and violet, locked onto hers, she felt love that she couldn't deny.It switched nipples,. Feeding the ravenous thirst that now eagerly spilled from my throat. I wanted to put on a show for him. I wanted to please him. To savour the sight of his property at the centre of the orgy, at the mercy of the shadows that devoured and gorged upon me. My mind played wicked games as I fought to maintain focus, imagining him aroused at the sight of me, bound and suspended from the swing, whilst a shadow dropped to her knees and placed her willing mouth to his cock. Hands groped the supple.