Moving in with a Predator (Chapter 7) (Patreon)

“I’m here, Chris.”

Aunt Vicky’s voice is deep and gravelly, the rumbling sound of a predatory beast. Her hand tightens on the door, the gray paint beneath her fingers splintering slightly. In the darkness, the end of her cigarette blazes brightly for a moment, as she takes a drag. Then, the older woman flicks the lit cigarette away, the end glowing as it falls away.

Becky, the blonde bully whose stomach is still rather bloated from the mostly digested remains of Chris’s two friends, seems to realize the danger. Grabbing the door handle, she tries to close the door. But Aunt Vicky is a powerful woman. Some girls have aunts that are plump or sweet or kind. Victoria Abrams, on the other hand…

Powerful muscles ripple as the toweringly tall woman slowly but surely pulls the door open, almost dragging Becky off her feet. Chris can see that her aunt isn’t even really trying, as there’s not a hint of effort on her aunt’s handsome face. The blonde wisely lets go, stumbling backward into Senna and Farrah, her twin lackeys. Considering how strong Becky’s grip had been earlier, when she’d been pushing against Chris, the tomboy gets a terrifying glimpse at how strong a veteran predator really is.

“Good thing Holly told me where you’d gone off to.” Vicky speaks as she forces her way into Di’s apartment, looking past Becky and the twins toward Chris. The tomboy is sitting on the floor, still rather dazed from Becky kissing her only a few moments ago. “Otherwise I’d be a lot more pissed off…” There’s anger in her aunt’s voice, but also a terrifying calmness. “I told you to fucking wait for me, didn’t I…?”

Chris opens her mouth to speak, but the words die on her tongue as her aunt’s eyes narrow. The tomboy suddenly feels very small before her aunt, like a mouse staring up at a lioness. There’s no hint of awkwardness or tiredness in Vicky’s eyes now. Just enraged hunger...