Primitive Reptile Brains

I don’t know what happened to me. From the moment I saw her, though, I don’t know. Something happened to me. Was it hormones, maybe? Some kind of pheromones in the air? Something she exuded. I don’t know.

That kind of thing doesn’t happen to me a lot. Just ‘cause I see a pretty girl, I mean, what the hell is beauty, you know? That’s just not how I fall in love, when I fall.

I guess love wasn’t really what heppened to me there, though. But I think what really did it for me was when she looked at me. How she smiled. Beautiful women like that just don’t smile at guys like me. Not how she smiled. They sure as hell don’t talk to us out of the blue, but even if they did, that smile.

I knew something was up. Didn’t I? I thought I did. I remember thinking “This can’t be real, it’s gotta be some trick.” So why did I…

No. I know why. I didn’t fucking care. Of course it’s a trick, I figured, that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it. Right?

Phoenix, she said her name was. Phoenix Drake. I didn’t think that was real, either. It sounded tailor-made to yank in dorks like me, obsessed with Fantasy. I guess I just appreciated that she cared, you know. That she made an effort. Or, I don’t know, maybe she was into it, too. Maybe that meant she was really…

But why me?

I never would’ve asked her back to my place, let alone invited myself to hers, you know? Did I think there was anything… sinister about… You know, she just seemed so genuine, you know? The way she smiled. Those wide, wide eyes. The way her eyebrows stayed up while I was talking.

“Wait,” I finally said. I didn’t say it till I was on her threshold.

Her look when she turned back was so curious.

“What’s going on here?”

The new smile on her face was different. Then she was biting her lip.

“I just thought maybe… you wanted something a little more… private.”

She leaned in close enough to me I started breathing in the air she was breathing out. There was something off about it. It was like, wet. Or maybe salty, something so… slick.

But her eyes were so innocent.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” By the second time I chickened out, we were in her room, this quaint little tenement room in Baker’s Crescent, at the Arcade. By then, I had my shirt off and she was in… just the most beautiful corset.

And she gave me this look. So vulnerable. So hurt. Made me feel guilty for making her feel unwanted so suddenly. She raised her hands, as though to cover herself, her cleavage, but ended up touching herself instead. I think she asked something like “Don’t you want me?”

I guess you could say it finally tipped her hand. “Hold on,” I said, “You’re not…” She looked maybe late twenties, but… “You are over eighteen, aren’t you?”

She tucked in her chin and looked at me through her eyelashes.

“Well, actually,” she said, “I’m more than five thousand years old.”

“I’m serious,” I protested, though reeling at how perfect that answer was.

“Just relax,” she told me.

I think what might have happened then is that I got another dose or something? Everything stopped mattering as she leaned in and pressed her entire body against mine.

I shouldn’t say that. I shouldn’t blame. I know that I’m an adult. I know I should accept responsibility.

But no one deserves to be treated like this.

Once I started moving inside her, I realized something was wrong.

I know how I look and I confess it had been a really fucking long time, but I wasn’t a virgin or anything. I know how the inside of a woman’s vagina is supposed to feel. She had none of the soft fleshiness—I couldn’t even feel a pelvic bone down there. Instead, she was… I’d almost say “rough”, but it was like there was a hard tube ribbed on the sides (Ribbed for her pleasure, my brain told me.)

I looked into her eyes. “What are you?”

Now, only one eyebrow was up as she smiled and wrapped her legs around me to prevent my escape.

Suddenly, the whole room collapsed. The walls fell down and we were in some kind of lab and there were eyes. That was all I could see at first. Like a dozen pairs of eyes moving around the room with quick, darting movements. No. Not all pairs. Some didn’t become pairs of eyes till they turned. Then my vision adjusted.

“Relax,” she whispered. Then she licked my ear.

“What do you want?” I tried to ask. But whatever they had me on was working too well. One more dose and I groaned and spent myself inside her.

I remember hearing them tittering, hissing and croaking in what I can only assume was their native inhuman language.

I know you don’t believe me. I know it sounds like I’m saying I was abducted by aliens or something… But I wasn’t. I was lured into a sexual relationship with lizard people living right here in my hometown.