The Relic: Alternate Ending
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M through R › Relic, The
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
13,322
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Relic, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Relic: Alternates
Alternates
Disclaimer: I don't own The Relic in any way shape or form, I just own the idea for this story that blossomed out of my head thanks to pervperversed one known as Lemon who lives in the yellow section of my head.
With that said and done, on with the show....
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Alternates
AJ Angelique
Her face.
Her face was one thing he remembered the most.
He'd have feelting memories of brief conversations at work...but...her face danced through his head like an naughty little pixie.
Her bright eyes.
Her wet smile.
The way her soft brown hair framed her face.
Brilliance that radiated from her like sunlight.
Now, here they were. In the very heart of the museum...and alone.
He had her cornered in the caged shelveing units, frighten like a little black rabbit...a very sexy little black rabbit.
His feelings for her stirred, even though John Witney had been changed into this dog like creature. So much so that he unfurled his tounge and used it lick Margo Green. He started from her stomach and moved his slimey tounge up her body, across her breast and finally up to her face.
Naturally, Margo was thuroughly disgusted by this while instilled by a new level of terror. Behind her, she could hear the elevator coming up to rescue her, a make shift white knight on way way to save the princess from the dragon...but, it was not to be.
fwayfway up, the elevator stalled.
Margo's breath hitched in her throat and all sorts of obbsenities raced through her head.
Then she remembered the jar in her hand.
Yes, the jar. The bomb she had made in her brief moment of sanity in the sea of terror.
The only chioce now was suicide. She hated to die, but at least the creature would be dead.
So she held up the jar and the creature that had been John Whitney saw it. Before he could stop her, she threw it down on the grate flooring...and nothing happened.
The clear liquid in the larger jar? It wasn't the chemical Margo wanted, it was water.
So to say, Margo's firebomb was a dud.
Margo chocked back a sob as she was filled with despare. She was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. She leaned back against the chain link fence wall and silently made her peace before the creature killed her...
But it never did.
The creature used his tounge to grab hold of the top part of Margo's dress. With one feirce tug, the thin shoulder straps snapped and the dress was pooled on the floor around her feet. Surprised, Margo wasn't sure what to make of what just happened untill her panties followed suit and his tounge slithered its way up into her vagina.
Margo panicked and she grabbed hold of the tounge, trying to pry it out of her most private area but she couldn't get a firm grip. Thus she couldn't stop the creature from probing her vagina till it found all the sweet spots. When it found them, Margo threw her head back as a moan elicited itself from her throat.
If he could, he would smile as he continued to wiggle his tounge on her G Spot. Margo whined as electric waves of pleasure raced through her veins like wildfire. Before she even knew it, her own hands betrayed her by wandering up her body to her chest where she removed the strapless bra. Once the bra was removed, her breasts fell and bounced one before they settled. Yet they didn't remain in place for long for Margo's hands swiftly took hold of her globes of flesh and began to knead the fleash while she pinched and twisted the nipples in her thumbs and forefingers, thus increasing the pleasure she felt within.
Within a matter of minutes, Margo came with a loud cry as her inner walls clamped around the creatures tounge while pulseing her sweet cream at the same time. Once her inner walls had relaxed enough, the creature slithered its tounge out of her and replaced it back in his mouth. He took only a moment to enjoy her taste as she collasped to her knees.
Perfect was the only word that graced his mind as he stepped forward. Margo winced with fear but her fear was eased when the creature placed his right fore paw on the fence behind her as he began to climb over her. In a sudden spurt of madness, she tried to scramble away. But she only got five feet away from the wall before the creature was able to turn himself completely around and land on top of her.
Margo let out a shriek of fright as she froze in place. The next thing she knew, she felt something warm at her entrance and in the blink of an eye she was violated by something long and thick. She let out a yelp of pain as the creature pounded into her hard and heavy as a dog would do. She tried to squirm away, pull herself away and off from him. But he slammed his left forepaw on the floor, causing the floor to rattle, as he let out a low growl of warning.
Margo took the hint and stayed in place as he readjusted himself before he resumed slamming into her. This time though, she tried to resist. She closed her eyes and thought of anything scientific that she could scrap from her superior braincells...but she had trouble tunning out the canine like whines that the creature was giving off, the way it felt inside of her, the tidal like waves of pleasure that were building inside her like a Tsunami. Beforeg, hg, her mind left the realms of the scientific and her head swam in the euphoric clouds of love and pleasure as she lost herself in the electric sea that thrashed both her and the creatrure around like toys in a toddler's bath.
Margo cam first, her vaginal walls clamping as best they around the creature's penis as it continued to fuck her and she arched her back as her froze in orgasmic bliss. Yet this was all the creature needed to be driven over the edge and it came with a howl as it plunged his penis deep within her womb where his hot seed spilled out and did its best to impregnante her. By the time this was all over with, Margo felt spent and she began to slump down to the floor as the creature removed itseld from her.
The creature looked down at her, filled with a mixture of pride and possesivness. Though he would have liked to continue with the mating, what was left of his human inteligence told him he had to leave. So, gathering his mate up gently in his mouth, the creature that was John Whitney took his leave of the museum and the cops that persued him. The underground tunnels led to some many different places filled with so many people, he could make a home anywheres for himself...and his unborn child deep within Margo's womb...
End/fiN
Disclaimer: I don't own The Relic in any way shape or form, I just own the idea for this story that blossomed out of my head thanks to pervperversed one known as Lemon who lives in the yellow section of my head.
With that said and done, on with the show....
________________________________________________
Alternates
AJ Angelique
Her face.
Her face was one thing he remembered the most.
He'd have feelting memories of brief conversations at work...but...her face danced through his head like an naughty little pixie.
Her bright eyes.
Her wet smile.
The way her soft brown hair framed her face.
Brilliance that radiated from her like sunlight.
Now, here they were. In the very heart of the museum...and alone.
He had her cornered in the caged shelveing units, frighten like a little black rabbit...a very sexy little black rabbit.
His feelings for her stirred, even though John Witney had been changed into this dog like creature. So much so that he unfurled his tounge and used it lick Margo Green. He started from her stomach and moved his slimey tounge up her body, across her breast and finally up to her face.
Naturally, Margo was thuroughly disgusted by this while instilled by a new level of terror. Behind her, she could hear the elevator coming up to rescue her, a make shift white knight on way way to save the princess from the dragon...but, it was not to be.
fwayfway up, the elevator stalled.
Margo's breath hitched in her throat and all sorts of obbsenities raced through her head.
Then she remembered the jar in her hand.
Yes, the jar. The bomb she had made in her brief moment of sanity in the sea of terror.
The only chioce now was suicide. She hated to die, but at least the creature would be dead.
So she held up the jar and the creature that had been John Whitney saw it. Before he could stop her, she threw it down on the grate flooring...and nothing happened.
The clear liquid in the larger jar? It wasn't the chemical Margo wanted, it was water.
So to say, Margo's firebomb was a dud.
Margo chocked back a sob as she was filled with despare. She was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. She leaned back against the chain link fence wall and silently made her peace before the creature killed her...
But it never did.
The creature used his tounge to grab hold of the top part of Margo's dress. With one feirce tug, the thin shoulder straps snapped and the dress was pooled on the floor around her feet. Surprised, Margo wasn't sure what to make of what just happened untill her panties followed suit and his tounge slithered its way up into her vagina.
Margo panicked and she grabbed hold of the tounge, trying to pry it out of her most private area but she couldn't get a firm grip. Thus she couldn't stop the creature from probing her vagina till it found all the sweet spots. When it found them, Margo threw her head back as a moan elicited itself from her throat.
If he could, he would smile as he continued to wiggle his tounge on her G Spot. Margo whined as electric waves of pleasure raced through her veins like wildfire. Before she even knew it, her own hands betrayed her by wandering up her body to her chest where she removed the strapless bra. Once the bra was removed, her breasts fell and bounced one before they settled. Yet they didn't remain in place for long for Margo's hands swiftly took hold of her globes of flesh and began to knead the fleash while she pinched and twisted the nipples in her thumbs and forefingers, thus increasing the pleasure she felt within.
Within a matter of minutes, Margo came with a loud cry as her inner walls clamped around the creatures tounge while pulseing her sweet cream at the same time. Once her inner walls had relaxed enough, the creature slithered its tounge out of her and replaced it back in his mouth. He took only a moment to enjoy her taste as she collasped to her knees.
Perfect was the only word that graced his mind as he stepped forward. Margo winced with fear but her fear was eased when the creature placed his right fore paw on the fence behind her as he began to climb over her. In a sudden spurt of madness, she tried to scramble away. But she only got five feet away from the wall before the creature was able to turn himself completely around and land on top of her.
Margo let out a shriek of fright as she froze in place. The next thing she knew, she felt something warm at her entrance and in the blink of an eye she was violated by something long and thick. She let out a yelp of pain as the creature pounded into her hard and heavy as a dog would do. She tried to squirm away, pull herself away and off from him. But he slammed his left forepaw on the floor, causing the floor to rattle, as he let out a low growl of warning.
Margo took the hint and stayed in place as he readjusted himself before he resumed slamming into her. This time though, she tried to resist. She closed her eyes and thought of anything scientific that she could scrap from her superior braincells...but she had trouble tunning out the canine like whines that the creature was giving off, the way it felt inside of her, the tidal like waves of pleasure that were building inside her like a Tsunami. Beforeg, hg, her mind left the realms of the scientific and her head swam in the euphoric clouds of love and pleasure as she lost herself in the electric sea that thrashed both her and the creatrure around like toys in a toddler's bath.
Margo cam first, her vaginal walls clamping as best they around the creature's penis as it continued to fuck her and she arched her back as her froze in orgasmic bliss. Yet this was all the creature needed to be driven over the edge and it came with a howl as it plunged his penis deep within her womb where his hot seed spilled out and did its best to impregnante her. By the time this was all over with, Margo felt spent and she began to slump down to the floor as the creature removed itseld from her.
The creature looked down at her, filled with a mixture of pride and possesivness. Though he would have liked to continue with the mating, what was left of his human inteligence told him he had to leave. So, gathering his mate up gently in his mouth, the creature that was John Whitney took his leave of the museum and the cops that persued him. The underground tunnels led to some many different places filled with so many people, he could make a home anywheres for himself...and his unborn child deep within Margo's womb...
End/fiN