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Possessed

By: Tattletale



"I don't know, Mom. It's really run down. The agent said it was a fixer-upper, but I don't think this dump can be fixed up."

Mom and I were standing in a yard full of weeds staring at a dilapidated two-story farmhouse. She and I lived together in the city. After being burglarized several times, she decided that she had had enough of city life and began looking at houses in the country.

"I like it," she said defiantly. "It has a certain charm about it. We're both handy with tools. We could have so much fun fixing it up. Why don't we think of it as an investment?"

I was stunned. I didn't share Mom's enthusiasm for life in the country. I was a city boy and I wanted to stay that way. I fell asleep at night with the hum of the highway in my ears. How would I ever be able to fall asleep with nothing but the chirping of the crickets to break the silence?

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. At the time this all happened, I was a twenty-year-old college student studying for a degree in engineering. My very pretty girlfriend was certainly the biggest reason that I wanted to stay in the city. Even if I moved, I would still see her every day at school, but we wouldn't have a convenient place to fuck. Mom didn't have a problem with us fucking in my room.

My mother and father split up years ago. I don't even remember my father's face. Mom is a strikingly beautiful woman, so she didn't have any trouble getting work as a catalog model. If you have a Sears catalog, leaf through it and you will probably see her. Thumb through the lingerie section and you might get a peek at her awesome tits. She has short, fluffy blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a peaches-and-cream complexion. She has a figure that most women would kill for. It almost goes without saying that I wanted to fuck her for as long as I can remember. 

I pleaded with Mom not to buy that ram-shackle house, but once she decides to do something, there's just no stopping her. She closed the deal the next day. We moved in a few days later, even though it was hardly fit for human habitation. The first order of business was to get the interior in livable condition. We cleaned the place up and went to work with paintbrushes. We hired repairmen and contractors to do whatever work was beyond our capabilities.

We immediately noticed strange things happening around the house. Mom dismissed the groans as the rafters groaning under the weight of the roof, but they sounded human to me. She had a harder time explaining away the sound of a woman crying out during an intense orgasm. She even came up with a reason for the sound of whips cracking. "It's probably twigs breaking in the trees," she said.

The strange occurrences continued. Contractors reported that their tools were missing. Repairmen claimed that the repairs they made were being undone. Mom finally began taking the phenomona seriously. We tried everything we could think of to put an end to it. We burnt incense. We tried to communicate with the spirits using a Ouija board. We held a séance. We even hired a priest to hold an exorcism. The holy water that he sprinkled on the walls would have been put to better use if he had sprinkled it on the fresh sod. Nothing worked. We finally decided that we had no choice but to accept things the way they were. Although the sounds could be unnerving, the pranks were more playful than harmful.

We continued working and gradually finished the interior. We hardly paid any attention to the eerie sounds that usually drove our guests away far before the evening ended. We gradually came to the conclusion that there were at least two poltergeists at work.

One night, something happened that changed my life forever. I awoke from a sound sleep to feel a hand frigging my cock. My mother was the only other person in the house, so I assumed it was her hand working my cock so skillfully. "Blessed incest at last," I thought. I kept my eyes closed for awhile and savored the feeling. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I opened my eyes. There was nobody there! I was getting a hand job from a poltergeist!

A hot, wet mouth closed over the head of my cock. I somehow sensed that two entities were there. As the mouth gradually took over my cock, the hand moved lower down the shaft until it could only work the base. In retrospect, I am amazed that I didn't run screaming from the room. What they were doing to me felt so incredibly good that I couldn't bear to stop. I came so hard into that hot, sucking mouth that I saw stars. Now here is something else that was really strange: even though I was cumming hard, I couldn't see the ejaculation. It was only after I had been sucked dry and the mouth slowly lifted off my cock that the creamy juice ran down my shaft. I lay awake for a long time hoping for more, but nothing happened. That was the first time the poltergeists made physical contact with me.

For several nights in a row, I got either a blow job or a hand job. Then one night, a warm, slick pussy was lowered onto my cock. I lay quietly and let it do all the work. Each time it lifted off of me, the cuntal muscles clamped down around my cock as though it were trying to lift me off of the bed. After I shot my load, the pussy was gone. Once again, my cock and balls were covered with jizz.

But something even stranger happened a few nights later. Even though an empty room separated Mom's bedroom and my own, her loud moans awoke me. I was sure that she masturbated, but I had never heard her moan before. Thinking she might be ill, I hurried down the hall and pushed the door open. Mom was completely naked, and was on her back with her legs akimbo. She had both hands above her pussy and appeared to be holding something, but nothing was there.

"Oh, yes, shove that long tongue right up my pussy," she whispered. "I've never had my pussy sucked this good before. Please don't stop."

My cock came up rock hard in just seconds and found its way out through my fly. By then, Mom knew I was watching, and she could see my big hard-on throbbing with excitement. "I might as well take this to the next level," I thought. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to jack right in front of my mother. It was something I had wanted to do for years.

Suddenly a hand pushed mine away and took over. Mom's eyes were glued to my cock as the skin slid back and forth over the inner gristle for no apparent reason.

"Oh, my God, that is the longest tongue I've ever had. Push it deeper. Put it all in me. I'M GUNNA CUM! UHU..UHU..UHU..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..FUCK!"

Mom's orgasmic outburst sent me over the edge and I shot my load all over the floor. As always, the poltergeist did a superb job of draining my balls. My ejaculation probably exceeded ten spurts. Of course, the intensity of the orgasm was a combination of the hand job and the spectacle I had just witnessed. When it was all over, Mom simply rolled on her side with her back to me, giving me my first look at her awesome ass.

Mom had already left for work when I got up the next morning. I suppose she was too embarrassed to face me. I had to know what was going on and drove into the city to do a little research. I stopped at the Records Office at the Government Center and looked up the names of the previous owners, then I went to the newspaper section of the library and began searching for any information I could find.

Howard and Erica Dutton, the previous owners, had owned a swinger club and were hard-core swingers at the very peak of the sexual revolution. They were quite notorious so there was a lot of information about them. I even found pictures of them and was pleased to see that they were a very attractive pair.

Howard and Erica had died tragic deaths during a kinky sexual experiment. Howard stood on a chair with his hands tied behind his back and a noose around his neck. Erica gave him a blow job and at the instant of his ejaculation pulled the chair out from underneath him. I believe this extremely dangerous perversion was a favorite of the Marquis de Sade. The object is to achieve the perfect orgasm through a combination of strangulation and ejaculation. Unfortunately, poor Howard didn't feel a thing because his neck snapped like a twig. His grief-stricken wife promptly slipped into a warm bath and slit her wrists. The newspaper clippings didn't spell out all of the grisly details, but they gave me enough information to piece things together. I finally had my answer. Howard and Erica had had such powerful sex drives that they were trying to relive their swinging days. I told Mom what I had learned but she was skeptical. "I don't believe in such things," she said. "There must be another explanation."

That night I awoke to a hand jerking my cock and Mom's howls echoing off the walls. The hand pulled my cock all the way to Mom's room. I was stunned to see Mom thrusting her pelvis upward to welcome an invisible lover. The hand led me to a chair and gently pushed me into it. A warm, wet mouth closed over my cock and sucked me as I watched my mother having the time of her life.

"Oh, yes, shove your big cock into me! Harder, HARDER! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! OH, SWEET JESUS!YES..YES..YES..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I shot my load as I watched my mother writhing in orgasmic ecstasy. When it was over, she turned her back to me and fell asleep. Our once unwelcome guests were now very welcome indeed. Not everyone was happy, though. My girlfriend complained about my diminished sex drive. I told her that it was because I was tired and stressed out. I couldn't very well tell her that I was fucking a ghost.

Then Howard and Erica took things to the next level. I was sitting next to the bed watching Mom getting cunnilingus from her invisible lover while a hand toyed with my cock. A strange feeling suddenly came over me. It was as though I didn't have a will of my own. I rose to my feet and walked toward the bed with my hard-on bobbing in front of me.

Mom tried to prevent me from mounting her. "No, you must not do this," she said, as she pushed on my chest. "It isn't right for a man to fuck his mother." Then her eyes sparkled and an evil grin twisted her lips. Erica had succeeded in taking some control over her. Mom clamped her hands on my ass and pulled me into her.

"Oh, yes, fuck me with your big cock, Howard. It's going to feel so good to once again have a thick cock buried in my pussy."

She howled when I drove my cock into her cunt. The head of my cock plunged into the same orifice that my other head had emerged from twenty years earlier. Mom clawed my back and thrust her belly up against mine. She was much tighter than I expected. Her cunt was warm and juicy. The muscles lining the walls clamped down on my cock each time I pulled back. I bunched Mom's big tits together and pressed my hairy chest down on them until I could feel the hard nipples digging into my flesh.

"Oh, Erica, what a hot slut you are," I said without meaning to. The two poltergeists had not totally mastered their power over us. From time to time, the glint in Mom's eyes would flicker out as Erica left her body. Then Mom fully realized who she was and that she was being fucked by her own son. But by then, her pussy and my cock were doing all of our thinking for us. She might have missed a stroke or two, but she quickly picked up the pace.

It was the same with me. At times, I felt as though Howard was guiding my movements, then he would lose his grip on me and I would realize that I was fucking my mother on my own. Before long, it didn't seem to matter. I was fucking one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, and I didn't care if she was my mother. Mom came five times before I filled her cunt with hot jizz.

The next day, Mom and I sat down and had a long talk about what was happening to us. We even considered selling the house and moving away. "I'm having the best sex of my life," she said. "I don't want to give it up." I couldn't have agreed more.

That was more than a year ago, and Mom and I are still fucking even though our poltergeist friends Howard and Erica moved on into the afterlife six months ago. Between my girlfriend and my mother, I'm getting all of the sex I can handle, but I do miss those invisible hand jobs. 

Possessed



The sound of cracking wood brought Kate's head up. Forestry work gave her great satisfaction, and being a park ranger was all she'd ever dreamed, but spending the last two weeks deep in the Ozarks had left her feeling unsettled. The hair on her neck stood up, as it had innumerous times over the last fortnight. Something was watching her, out there, in the darkness. It'd been there the whole time, stalking her, hunting her. A shiver of fear slid down Kate's spine. The hunt was over.

Run, Kate! Move your legs! Her mind screamed at her to flee, but her body refused to comply. The crunch of leaves, the rustle of brambles, the snap of small trees, served to glue her feet to the ground. Calm down! It's probably just a raccoon. Trying to get her breathing and pulse under control, Kate searched the darkness around her small camp, looking for a shape, any shape, among the shadows.

"Hello, Kate." The low voice came from behind her. Her sharp scream rent the night, as she whirled to face her stalker.

"Joshua! You son of a bitch! You scared the bejesus out of me!" Adrenaline flooded her body, leaving her weak and strung out. She collapsed into her camp chair and folded her hands together to quell their shaking. "What the hell are you doing out here?"

"I just wanted to... check on you, Kate. See how everything was going." Joshua Lathem's tall muscular form became clear as he approached the fire.

Kate stood five feet eight in her stockinged feet, but Joshua had at least six inches on her. He was younger than she was by at a decade, or more. To top it all off, he was so handsome he took her breath. Dark blond hair fell about his face in a casual cut. His eyes were large, thickly lashed, and so dark she couldn't tell whether they were blue or black. His strong nose and square jaw, his thin masculine lips, were just the icing on the cake that was Joshua. Broad shoulders, a deep chest, and heavily muscled arms all tapered into a slim waist and a firm ass. An ass Kate dreamed of fondling on a regular basis.

"Yeah, well, I'm fine. Everything is fine." She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her hard nipples from him. She didn't need a twenty-something stud knowing a life-hardened older woman had the hots for him. She'd never live it down.

Kate knew exactly what she looked like to men. Oh, her athletic form and her no-nonsense attitude drew them in. So did her large breasts, but she wasn't pretty by any stretch. She could see exotic, maybe, with her Cherokee heritage. Kate had a bold look, assuredly, but she wasn't pretty.

"You seem a little edgy. Do you want me to hang around for a little while?" YES! Please, hang around and while you're at it, could you fuck me into next week? Her body shouted that reply, but her mind refused to utter it.

"No, I'll be fine." She leaned down to pick up the book she'd dropped beside her chair when the thrashing had started in the woods. She figured ignoring him would get her point across. She tried to focus on the words on the page, but she could feel his eyes on her, feel his heat so close. After she'd read the same passage six times, she sighed and folded the book closed.

"Is there something you want?" Her hazel eyes met his, her brow quirked in question. She gave him her best I'm-so-not-interested-you're-bothering-me look. It sent most people scurrying the other way.

Not Joshua. He lifted a brow in reply, before sliding his hands to the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head.

"Yeah. You."

***

Kate's eyes bulged. The part of her brain that didn't care about age differences or life experience laughed. You sure didn't expect that answer, did you? Kate's mind scrambled to form some kind of response to his statement, but nothing was coming.

Joshua dropped his shirt to the ground, revealing his warm skin to her eyes. His dark nipples stood out against the light brown tan of his torso. They were hard little nubs that drew her eye and made her gaping mouth water.

When she realized she was in danger of actually drooling, Kate snapped herself back into reality. "Joshua, you're much too young for me. I'm flattered, but I don't think this would be a good idea."

"Shut up, Kate. You want me to fuck you into next week, remember? I'm only too happy to oblige." Joshua's midnight gaze bored into her. He slowly slid one hand down his chest, taking a moment to circle one of his nipples. Kate gasped and her pussy liquefied.

"What did you say?" Her voice cracked. She was so shocked by his behavior, she wasn't sure she'd heard him right.

"I said, you want me to fuck you into next week. So, I will." Joshua unsnapped the button fly of his jeans, and long, thick cock burst forth.

"Joshua!" Kate clasped her hands over her mouth. She wanted to will her eyes closed, but miracles weren't happening. Well, maybe they were, she thought.

With a cocky grin, Joshua slid his jeans past his hips and down his legs. He toed his shoes off and stepped free from the denim legs. He didn't hesitate at all, striding confidently toward her. Kate took control of her body. She leapt from her seat, putting the camp chair between her traitorous body and Joshua.

"Wait a minute. I didn't say anything about wanting you to, uh, fuck me into next week. Stop! Stop right there!" He ignored her protests and Kate skittered farther back from him.

Joshua's cock danced between his legs, long and hard. Her knees weakened, just looking at his masculine perfection. The logical part of Kate screamed. This is insane! What the hell is going on here?

"You didn't have to say it. I read your mind. What's going on is simple. I want to fuck you, and I'm going to. Don't bother to run. Unless, of course, you like hard, deep, rough sex."

Joshua took his cock in hand and stroked it hard and Kate thought she'd pass out from the waves of arousal pounding in her blood. Her panties and slacks soaked through as her pussy readied itself for Joshua's massive cock. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. And while her mind told her to back away, Kate's body knew what it wanted.

"Look, I said stop. I meant it." The hard ass bitch inside finally reared her ugly head. No man was going to intimidate Kate Jeffries. She planted her feet and stiffened her spine. Her body might have wanted Joshua, but her brain was determined to run the show.

"I meant what I said as well." He stopped directly in front of her, so close his hard-on rubbed the soft cotton of her shirt just above her navel. Joshua wrapped his hands around her upper arms, pulling her up on her toes.

Kate struggled. "Let me go, Joshua." The low growl she heard came from her own throat, surprising her.

"No."

Kate struggled in his grasp, fighting to be set free, but Joshua refused to release her. She dug her nails into his forearms, drawing blood, and was shocked into immobility when she heard his passionate groan. His eyes slid to half-mast and her jerked her flush against his body.

"Bloodthirsty bitch, aren't you? Good, I want you to mark me." Joshua growled low, and the sound hitched Kate's breath, made her cunt contract with need. She whimpered softly and his eyes flashed.

He didn't waste time with niceties. His mouth covered hers, his lips crushing hers against her teeth. His kiss wasn't soft or sweet. It overwhelmed her, conquered her, branded her. Hard pressure on her lips made Kate part them and his hot tongue filled her mouth immediately. He tasted... magnificent. Like hot, hard male, like youth, like lust. A frission of warning danced along her spine when she recognized something else in his flavor. Hunger.

She mewled into his mouth, and he released her arms. His big hands slid over her shoulders and down her back, his strong fingers digging into her ass, lifting her against his rampant cock. He thrust his pelvis against hers, grinding his cock into her abdomen and leaving Kate breathless with need.

Holding her close, Joshua stalked toward the tent. With a lift her, a tug there, and a drop, Kate found herself atop her sleeping bag, looking up at his stiff, engorged cock. Her eyes traveled up his body from that most impressive member, over his muscled stomach and chest, until she met his eyes. Fiery need swirled there. She moaned under his intense scrutiny and his nostrils flared with heat. She saw his hand reaching for her head, she knew what was coming next, and all she could do was quiver.

He laced the fingers of his left hand deep into her hair. "Open wide, Katie." She whimpered, but she didn't have time to disobey. The wide, salty head of his cock bumped her lips and she opened to him.

"Mmm, yeah, suck that cock." Joshua's other hand found its way to her hair. He guided her mouth up and down his length. Kate never really liked fellatio, and she didn't care for his manhandling either, but she couldn't escape his grip. When he hit the back of her throat, she gagged. Instead of pulling back, Joshua slid deeper still.

Her hands flew up to his, her nails scoring his flesh. She couldn't breathe, she knew she was going to puke, and she gagged harder as he filled her throat.

"Yeah, get rough."

Just when Kate thought she couldn't hold back the bile any longer, Joshua pulled out so she could swallow and breathe.

"Again." He wasn't slow or easy this time. He rammed his cock into her mouth, hurting her throat. His balls slapped against her chin and Kate growled. She closed her teeth against his cock, biting hard enough to make Joshua gasp. His fists tightened in her hair, and she pressed her teeth deeper into his sensitive skin. Each of them pressed their position, until Joshua jerked her mouth off his cock.

"Ah, damn, that hurt!"

Kate glared at him. "I told you to let me go. I think we're done here."

"Not even close. You may be pissed, but you're also so hot you could come now." Joshua pulled her head back hard, his hot eyes boring into hers.

She tried to look away, embarrassed to realize he was right. Her pussy was throbbing from his manhandling. Her nipples were beyond taut, beyond aching. She wanted to be fucked. She needed to be fucked.

Kate watched with defiant eyes as Joshua slid to his knees. He released her hair, his long fingers sifting through the strands, coming to rest at the collar of her shirt. He curled his hands around it and tore it in half as if it were a spider's web. She shuddered, scorching hunger searing through her body. He gave her bra the same treatment, before pushing her onto her back. A flick of his fingers and her pants were undone. Joshua yanked them, and her panties, down her legs, making quick work of her shoes. It took him no time to undress her, and once Kate was naked to his gaze, he hummed appreciatively before covering her body with his.

Joshua kissed her hard again, bruising her lips, forcing his way into her mouth. Their tongues tangled, teeth grazed, as their mouths met again and again. He left her mouth only to lick and suck a path along her jaw to behind her ear. His hot breath against her earlobe made Kate writhe.

She spread her legs to him, raising her knees to bracket his hips. She felt the insistent press of his cock against her weeping cunt and she whimpered. Joshua's carnal laugh teased the flesh of her neck as he made his way to her swollen breasts.

One large hand cupped her right breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His mouth savored her other breast, his teeth and tongue sliding across her skin, moving ever so slowly toward the hard peak. Finally, his lips wrapped around her begging nipple, and Kate lost her mind.

"Yes!" She buried in his thick, dark hair, pulling and pressing his head to her. His sharp teeth nipped the flesh, and she cried out in delight. His hand continued to torment her other breast, the pinching of his fingers growing harder, deeper. Kate's cunt convulsed, the hot release of her juices coating the lips of her sex and the head of his cock.

She released his hair and dug her fingers into his back. He bit at her breasts, both of them. Hard, stinging strikes on her sensitive flesh. Kate raised her hips to Joshua, silently begging him to take her, but he didn't move.

Her body had never been this aroused, her pussy never this wet. His uncompromising possession rocked her world, and Kate didn't know if it would ever be right again.

"Please, God, Joshua! Please!" She moaned loudly when his fingers savagely twisted her nipple.

"Please, what? Beg me." He pulled his knees up and leaned back, better able to torment both of her breasts. He alternated between plucking, twisting, and pinching her breasts until she screamed.

"Please, fuck me! Please, ram your cock in me!" The world spun as Joshua flipped her over onto her stomach. He hiked her ass in the air and slammed his cock in deep.

Her breath left her in a rush and she cried out. "It burns! Joshua, it hurts! You're too deep!" Kate struggled to get away, but his hands curled deep into her hips, holding her in place as if she were no more than a child.

He pulled out and she cried out with relief.

It was short lived.

"You'll," his cock rammed deep once more, pulling a yell from her mouth. "Get," he slid out and back in, harder and deeper than before. "Used," his hands tightened on her hips and he pulled her hard against him, punishing her cunt and making it weep with desire at the same time. "To," out and in again, and this time Kate thought she'd pass out from the intensity, the passion, the burn. "It," he hammered deep one last time.

Kate's ravaged body should have screamed at her to make him stop. Instead, it wept with erotic juice and quivered for more. The pleasure and pain of his dominance took her to a place she'd never been, outside of her body and into ecstasy unlike anything she'd known. Joshua's cock more than filled her. His penetration was painful and unmerciful, but Kate's cunt contracted around him tightly, refusing to let him out. Shouts and moans spilled from her lips and she tried to thrust back against him.

"Don't stop!" She felt his fingers loosen a bit, and she almost sobbed when he began to slide his cock from her pussy. Joshua didn't leave her body completely. He set a powerful rhythm of strokes that sent Kate over the edge after three short penetrations.

"Yes!" She screamed, but he didn't stop. He continued to pound away at her. Her pussy was so wet she could hear the suctioning sound of his strong thrusts. She yelled more when her second orgasm hit, and again when the third came. He slammed into her, his fingers tightening once more.

Kate's knees left the ground. Joshua stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist, never taking his magnificent cock from her cunt. Holding her on his erection, he left the tent. He bounced her on his cock as he made his way to the picnic table that sat on the far side of the fire pit. She moaned, and came again, when he slid one hand up her torso to twist her nipples.

Joshua stopped in front of the table, bending his knees to set her on her feet. The sound of heavy steel chain links shifting briefly penetrated Kate's pleasure soaked mind. She gave thanks that the table was both set in concrete and held down by chains. It would need to be if Joshua hoped for Kate to brace herself against it.

"Wrap you hands around the edge, Katie, and hold on." Kate did. Joshua lifted her feet from the ground, pulled out of her cunt, and rammed back in. She hollered loudly, startling the creatures hidden in the brush.

"Fuck yes!" Joshua growled his ecstasy.

And he fucked her, if possible, harder and more deeply than before. Her pussy was swollen, sopping wet, and sore. Her pleasure grew rapidly with each stroke, now forever intertwined with the pain of a violent conquering.

He didn't stop or slow at all. Just when Kate felt her cunt begin to dry, when she thought she had no more orgasms to give, his hand found her hair and he pulled, hard.

"I'm coming!" His words were punctuated by vicious thrusts, his hot seed filling her pussy, lubing it again, and pushing her into one last, mind-obliterating orgasm.

When he'd pumped the last of his come into her cunt, Joshua sighed loudly and slapped her ass, hard. Her entire body shook from the force of the ordeal, and she couldn't even work up a response to his rough handling. He pulled his cock out and their mingled juices dripped from her pussy and down her thighs.

She swayed and Joshua lifted her up into his arms. Kate burrowed her head into his neck, consciousness drifting. He took them back into the tent and settled them, spoon fashion, beneath the sleeping bags she had on her air mattress.

"Kate, I didn't just come here to fuck you."

"Hmm." She murmured agreeably.

"No, I came out here to keep an eye on you. There's something I need to tell you." There was a thread of uncertainty in his tone. Kate soothed a hand across his chest.

"What is it?"

"You're being hunted." His voice was rough with worry.

"By who? What's going on?" Pleasure faded under the icy cascade of fear.

"By a werewolf, Kate."

"Joshua, there is no such thing. That isn't funny." She gave a nervous laugh and lightly smacked his chest.

"I'm not laughing, Kate. And there is such a thing. I am one."

***



Possessed



"Can you hear me?" a voice said. I groaned. I was in pain, a lot of pain.

"Is he awake?" another voice asked.

"He's responsive," the first replied. "But he seems pretty out of it."

"I'm awake," I tried to say, but all that came out was a cry because the pain made speaking impossible. 

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I do know that the longer I was awake, the worse the pain became.

"We'd better get him to the hospital stat," the second voice said. "I don't see any visible wounds, but something has to be seriously wrong for him to be in that much pain."

I agreed, but I had no more idea what was causing me the pain then they did. All I knew was that it was bad, very bad. My head didn't ache, throb or even pound. It simply exploded, over and over again.

"Why does all the weird shit always happen on Halloween?" the first voice asked.

"Don't ask me," the second replied. "Just be happy you're out here with him. Inside is gruesome. The smell alone was bad enough to make one of the younger cops vomit."

I heard what they were saying, but it was impossible to focus on their words. The pain was too intense. I could no longer control my cries. 

"Let me give him something for the pain and then we'll move him," the first voice said. 

'Thank you!' I cried, but the words were buried in my screams. 

A few moments and an eternity of pain later, the pain dulled considerably. Now it only felt like two muscled bound men with twenty-pound sledgehammers were taking turns on my temples. I stopped crying out constantly. My throat felt raw. I lost track of things for a while, but never fully lost consciousness.

The ride to the hospital was one long, pain-fogged memory I hope never to fully recall. There were moments I wanted to die and get it over with, but then I would remember Annie and start fighting against the pain.

I'd only met her three short months ago, but from the first time our eyes met I knew she was the one. Annie was the love of my life. She was also three thousand miles away. 

This business trip was my last scheduled one for my company for a while. I'd just received a promotion that finally raised me to a level where I needed to spend my time in the home office and not out on the road. It also came with a generous raise. Everything had come together at the right time. 

I asked Annie to marry me the weekend before I left. It was the third month anniversary of our first date. She agreed without hesitation and made me the happiest man alive. 

So, because of her I refused to die now. I rejected the thought that death would be better than living through the pain. It would make everything a waste. I abandoned all thoughts except one. I wanted to see Annie again. I would see Annie again!

The next twenty-four hours were a blur. My first coherent thought came toward the end of that time. I opened my eyes and there was my Annie, sitting in the chair next to my bed looking pale and frightened. I forced a smile despite the pain as I reached out and took her hand in mine. The pain didn't disappear, but I was finally able to fully control it. I could do that for Annie.

"Hey beautiful," I said hoarsely. Annie's smiled nervously. "You didn't think I'd ask you to marry me and die on you, did you?"

"Don't even joke about that!" she snapped, her fear obvious.

"Sorry," I said, squeezing her hand. She was crying as she leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"No, I'm sorry for overreacting," she said in a more controlled voice. "But you scared me."

"I'm fine," I promised her. She gave me a disbelieving look, so I quickly added, "Or I will be in time."

"Yes, you will," she smiled, but there was a certainly in her voice that was more promise and hope than knowledge. I smiled.

I dated a lot of women over the years and I thought I knew my type pretty well. Typically they were tall, beautiful and leggy. You know the type, every hair in place and a little more makeup than usual, but not too much. In short, the type that frequently became models. My own personal preference was brunettes, although I had dated some blonds over the years. 

Annie was none of those. Her hair was red and a wild mass that she failed to tame no matter how much she tried. I'd never seen her put makeup on although I'm sure she did at least for special occasions. She stood only an inch or two over five feet tall. I'd say she was pixyish, but she wasn't particularly fragile looking. 

Annie's hips and ass were wider than what was thought of as attractive these days, and her legs were a little more muscular than you would expect. Her breasts were full, but not too big or small. She had nice wide shoulders and an oddly attractive neck. The only truly impish thing about her other than her height was her smile. All in all, she made a surprisingly attractive package.

The odd part wasn't that she didn't look like my type. It was that she was so different from any other girl I met. She was one of the few truly real people I'd ever met. Annie was a good person through and through. I trusted her from the first moment we met, and for me that was a big deal. I can't really explain it. I looked at her lovingly. 

"I hope this all wasn't a ploy just to get me out here to visit?" she asked, smiling. I knew she was just trying to lighten the mood and I appreciated the effort. I looked at her and felt a sudden pang of desire.

'I must love her,' I thought with an internal laugh. 'Otherwise I would never put up with her refusing to sleep with me for this long.'

Annie was younger than me, but not that much younger. It was an oddity for someone her age to be a virgin, but she insisted she was saving herself for her wedding night. A part of me thought that was silly, but another respected her for her commitment. 

"No comment," I smiled, answering her question. We stayed like that for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. I spent the time remembering how we met and fell in love.

"So, what happened?" Annie asked me, breaking me out of my thoughts. It was only then that I realized that the pain was starting to seriously subside. I smiled in relief.

"I don't honestly know. The last thing I remember was being at Jerry house," I replied. Jerry was an old friend and coworker. Annie met him the last time he was in town for a meeting. "He invited me to spend Halloween with his family. His wife Sally is an excellent cook and his kids are fun, so I took him up on the offer. It was Halloween after all."

"We just finished eating breakfast and I was in the living room having a good time watching the kids get into their costumes when we suddenly heard some screaming coming from his neighbor's house. Jerry and I ran outside."

"We went to the house and the front door flew open just as we got there," I continued. "A woman came running out with two kids. Jerry took one of them from her. The woman was crying and talking about her youngest who was still inside. I remember thinking that the house was on fire, but now I'm not sure. There was definitely a burning smell, but I couldn't place it. I still can't."

"What happened next?" Annie asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "I think I went inside, but I can't remember."

"You did," a female voice said from the door. I looked up and saw an African American woman standing there. She had the look of a police officer. "The house was on fire and you pulled the woman's youngest child and a nun from the house."

"A nun?" I asked in disbelief. 

"Yes," the woman answered as she entered the room. She wasn't particularly attractive, but I guessed that some of that was intentional. She wore men's clothes and no make up. There was very little feminine about the woman.

"Was everyone okay?" I asked.

"No," she replied with a serious expression. "A man was in the house and he didn't make it out."

I had a flash of a charred corpse still in flames. It was horrible. I could still smell the burning flesh.

"He was already dead when I entered the house," I said, as I fought to remember. The pain started to return and I broke out in a sweat. "Was it the woman's husband?"

"No," she replied without clarifying. "Can you remember anything else?"

"And who exactly are you?" Annie asked protectively. 

"Detective Abrubi," she answered, pulling out identification. "My partner is with the family now. The story they're giving isn't particularly believable. I'm here to see if yours is any better."

"I'm sorry. I can't remember anything else," I said slowly, still trying to remember. I did glimpse something though. It was the clothes of the guy who was burning. "Wait, was the man who died a priest?"

"Yes," she answered. "How did you know?"

"His collar," I said, shaking my head. "It drew my eyes as he burst into flames."

"So, you saw him before he caught fire?" the detective asked.

"I guess," I shrugged. My head was throbbing. I could feel Annie squeezing my hand harder. She was obviously concerned.

"Can you remember anything else?" she asked.

"No," I said, no longer even trying. It hurt too much.

"Well," she said, pulling out a card and handing it to Annie. "If something does come to mind, call me. I'll want to talk to you again once you're feeling better."

"I understand," I replied and she left.

"That was weird," Annie said.

"You're telling me!" I groaned. "I wish I could remember what happened in that house, but it's gone."

"You saved a child and a nun from a fire," Annie smiled. "So, you're a hero. That's all we need to know." I was embarrassed, but I couldn't deny that I liked the way she smiled when she said it.

********

It took four days for them to let me out of the hospital after Annie arrived even though they couldn't find anything wrong with me. That was the problem. They couldn't explain what had caused the pain and that clearly bothered the doctors. The last one to talk to me was a psychologist. I guess they thought it might have all been in my head.

I didn't bother to tell them that the pain still surfaced occasionally. It happened mostly when I was alone, but it wasn't remotely as bad as that first day. I ignored it, sometimes a little more forcefully than others out of necessity.

"I hear you're leaving us later today," the nurse smiled as she came in and checked my monitors. 

Olivia was a few years older than me and a little on the plump side, but I liked her. She had a far better bedside manner than any of the other nurses. There was also something in her eyes that were sexy. I found myself wondering what she was like in bed. 

'Down boy!' I thought with a frown. I can't say that I didn't appreciate the sight of a sexy woman even with Annie in my life, but my thoughts were surprisingly graphic these last few days. I was also far hornier than usual. 

"It's about time!" I smiled at the nurse, trying hard to shake the picture of Olivia's full lips wrapped around my cock from my head.

"Bored with my company?" Olivia joked.

"Not you," I grinned. "But my bed sores are starting to get bed sores from laying here so long."

"Please!" she laughed. "You don't stay in bed for more than fifteen minutes at a time." I shrugged. It was true and got worse the longer I was stuck in the hospital. I felt a strong need to leave and get on with my life.

"Did they say what time I'd be getting out?" I asked.

"The paperwork has already been started," she replied. I saw her eyes drift down my body and stop for a moment before going back to the clipboard she was writing on. Her smile grew sexier. I frowned and looked down to see my body responding to my imagination. I blushed badly.

"Sorry," I said, and then shook my head at my stupidity. It was clear that Olivia was going to ignore my excitement, but by apologizing I left her no choice.

"Don't be," she replied kindly. "It happens."

"I bet it does," I found myself saying. "At least when someone as sexy as you is in the room."

"You aren't hitting on me are you?" she asked in surprise. "Not with such a devoted woman in your life. Speaking of which, where is Annie?"

"She's going to be a little late today," I replied. "She had to sit in on a meeting for work. Oh, and I wasn't hitting on you."

"Then what do you call it?" Olivia asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Harmless flirting," I grinned. She laughed and let it go. 

I decided to keep my mouth shut the rest of her visit because I didn't trust myself not to say something else I'd have to apologize for. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I was constantly horny all the time. Sometimes, like now, it was pretty bad. I almost told one of the doctors about it once or twice, but they already thought I was half crazy and I wanted to get out of the hospital, not be put in a psycho ward. 

Olivia was just about done. She was next to my bed checking one of the machines. She leaned forward a little and her thick ass pushed against the fabric of her uniform. I was pretty sure she was doing it on purpose to tease me. At that moment there was nothing I wanted to do more than reach out and touch it.

'Yeah,' I sighed to myself. 'Like that's going to happen! Calm down! Think of Annie.'

I did and that helped. My need receded slightly and I took a deep breath in relief. It lasted until Olivia turned around and faced me. Her expression was different somehow. Her lips were parted and she was panting slightly as she looked down my body once more. I didn't try and hide my excitement although I should have. Olivia surprised me by reaching out and pulling my sheet down.

"Hmm," she said. "I need to examine all of you to make sure you're ready to be released." I blushed again as she exposed my hardness to the air. I saw Olivia's eyes grow big and she licked her lips hungrily.

'I guess I'm not the only one who's horny,' I thought in surprise. 

In the five days I'd been at the hospital, Olivia had been my nurse for three of them and nothing she did in those days prepared me for her lustful look. I can't say I didn't appreciate it, but she wasn't Annie.

I watched in disbelief as she reached out to take my cock in her hand. There was no doubt that she was going to do it, just like there was no doubt that I wanted her to. Thoughts of Annie popped into my head.

"No!" I cried. "This isn't going to happen. I'm not going to ruin what I have with Annie." It was like I was talking to myself. Olivia didn't seem to hear me.

"So big!" she moaned softly. 

I was bigger than average, but not that much bigger! Although, looking down at my excitement it did seem larger than usual. Olivia's need was obvious and it satisfied a dark part of me, but it also frightened me. I really didn't want to lose Annie despite Olivia and my mutual desire. Now if I could only make Olivia understand.

"We can't..." I began, but she cut me off.

"No one will bother us," she said, looking almost dazed. "I have to have it!" Her hand was nearly over my cock. I started shifting to try and block her, but she took hold of my cock before I could. I tried to push her away, but the pain returned in full force at that moment.

I didn't quite scream. It took a few seconds to see past the pain well enough to realize my hands were moving of their own accord. I tried to control them, but the harder I fought the worse the pain got. One of my hands held my cock up proudly and the other took Olivia by the neck and pushed her face toward my excitement. She didn't fight me, but that didn't make my action any gentler.

"No!" I got out between gritted teeth, taking control of my hands and forcing Olivia to stop even though it was pretty obvious she didn't want to. The pain grew worse.

~Mine!~ I heard a deep and angry voice cry, but I knew the sound was only in my head.

'Christ!' I thought. 'I really am crazy!'

~Mine!~ the voice repeated as the pain became worse.

'No!' I cried, fighting hard. The battle only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

~Give me this and I will leave you in peace for a time,~ the voice finally said in frustration as the pain lessoned. ~I need relief! My pain is as real as yours.~

'No!' I cried.

'You will!' the voice insisted and the pain returned twofold. 

I don't remember agreeing, but I do remember how it felt when Olivia's mouth finally took my cock in. I groaned and she smiled. I was now holding her full head of blond hair roughly with both hands as I thrust up into her mouth. I tried to be gentler, but my hands were once more out of my control.

~Stop it! She likes it this way!~ the voice cried. I wasn't sure it was right, but on the other hand Olivia didn't fight me at all. I let the voice continue to fuck her mouth hard. She choked and gagged once or twice, but the voice refused to let up and nothing she did made me think she didn't like what was happening. I tried hard to ignore the fact that I liked it too.

I took far longer than usual to cum and when I did it burst forth almost in torrents. Olivia did her best to drink it all down, but she only partially succeeded. I covered her face and her uniform top.

~Again!~ the voice said, but it wasn't nearly as strong as before. I was spent, but he sounded worse.

'No,' I said. 'I fulfilled my half of the bargain. Now go away and leave me in peace!' There was silence for a moment, but there was also pain. This time it wasn't nearly as bad and I was able to stay in control.

~For a time,~ the voice replied as the pain started to fade. ~You are strong for a human, but one day I will rest control from you!~

'What the fuck?' I thought once the pain and voice were finally gone. The reality of the moment hit me hard. 'What have I done?'

"I want..." Olivia began, breaking me from my thoughts. She was looking at me in a way that made me very uncomfortable. 

"No," I interjected, my voice sounding oddly controlled. "Olivia, go away. I'm tired. I want us both to forget that this ever happened."

"As you wish," she smiled as she stood. It was a bit creepy with my cum still staining the front of her uniform, but I was relieved when she finally left my room. I was also exhausted beyond belief. The sexual release and the effort I put into fighting against the pain came together suddenly and I passed out.

**********

"Are you okay?" Annie asked in concern as I stood finally dressed in my street clothes.

"I'm fine," I said, but I didn't sound right even to me.

"Maybe he doesn't want to leave us," Olivia joked. "Perhaps he likes be woken up at all hours of the night by the nursing staff?" She was her old self again. In fact, there was nothing about what had happened before in her expression or on her clothes. Her uniform was immaculate as always.

'Maybe I'm not going crazy? Maybe it was all a dream?' I thought. It didn't seem like one, but what else could explain it?

I'd woken up twenty minutes earlier to Annie's smiling face. She was excited that I was finally getting out of the hospital. Me too, or at least I was until I remembered what happened and started thinking that maybe I was going mad, but I wasn't. I just had a very vivid nightmare. Okay, not really a nightmare because although it was frightening in it's way, I enjoyed it too much for it to be considered bad dream.

'And I wonder what that says about you?' I asked myself. Thankfully, Annie didn't let me dwell on my thoughts very long.

"Let's get you out of here," she said. "The fresh air will do you good."

"You're right," I agreed, forcing a smile as I thought, 'I'm not crazy. It was just a dream. Forget it.'

Annie and Olivia exchanged a hug. They'd become friends over the last few days. I refused to dwell on what they would look like together in bed.

'I really need to do something about my horniness,' I thought, smiling more normally now.

Olivia hugged me briefly as well. She didn't seem to notice my hardness against her stomach and I refused to think about it. Annie and I were out of the hospital ten minutes later.




Possessed



"What a beautiful day!" I said in satisfaction as the sun hit my face for the first time in days.

"It is, isn't it?" Annie asked rhetorically, but she was smiling more comfortably now that I was acting like myself.

"Let's get back to the hotel," I said. "I want to shave, shower and get changed. After that, we'll have a day out on the town."

"Slow down!" Annie laughed. "You just got out of the hospital."

"You're right," I grinned. "Besides, a day in a hotel room alone with you sounds better anyway."

"You are so bad!" she laughed, taking my hand as we walked. "You know I'm an old fashioned girl."

"So, you don't want to spend the day in the room?" I asked. "There's a hot tub."

"Oh, I want to," she blushed, smiling sexily. "And I saw the hot tub, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"You're probably right," I sighed, my disappointment obvious. 

"It's not like I'm not interested," she said. "But I've made it all these years and you agreed to be patient until our wedding night."

"I did, didn't I?" I asked, but then grinned and added, "I don't suppose you'd consider eloping today?"

"No!" she laughed. "Although, I might consider moving the wedding date up a bit when we get back home."

"I can maybe make it to next weekend," I offered.

"What's gotten into you?" she laughed nervously. "We've been going steady for three months and suddenly you can't control yourself?"

"A near death experience makes you see things differently," I said.

"Please don't joke about that," she sighed. "You don't realize how frightened I was. I just found you and to lose you so quickly would have killed me."

"I'm not going anywhere," I replied, pulling her into a kiss. 

It started out almost chaste, but my lust got involved and the kiss grew passionate very quickly. I was a bit surprised that Annie was being just as passionately.

"Wow!" she said when we broke apart. "If nothing else, your little stay in the hospital seems to have made you an even better kisser."

"Does that mean you'll elope with me right now?" I joked.

"No," she laughed. "But I might marry you next weekend."

"I'm going to hold you to that!" I cried.

"I was just joking!" she replied, still laughing.

The next two days went by pleasurably despite my growing horniness. Annie's love helped control that, although not easily. We were both ready to go home by the third day, but I needed to touch base with the police before leaving town.

Detective Abrubi and her partner, a detective Bronson wanted to speak with me one more time before I left. They had some more questions. They were on their way over. They were going to meet me in the restaurant downstairs. Annie offered to go with me, but I told her to sleep in or go shopping. I knew how much she liked to do both. She decided on shopping. 

Detective Bronson was an older man. He was overweight for a cop, but unlike his partner he had a friendly smile. On the other hand, they could just be doing good cop, bad cop.

We went over my memories of what happened again as we ate breakfast, but I couldn't think of anything new. They asked a lot of questions to which I had very few answers. It was frustrating.

We finished breakfast and they left. I thought about calling Annie and catching up with her, but I wasn't much of a shopper. Besides, I could use a nap. I went back to our room and lay down on the couch. I put on the television. I was almost asleep when there was a knocking at the room door. I shook my head to wake up and stood slowly. I opened the door.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Detective Abrubi said. "But I thought of one more follow-up question and wanted to ask you before you left town."

"No problem," I said, letting her in. "What is it?"

"Have you ever slept with a black woman?"

To say the question stunned me would have been a vast understatement. The fact that she started stripping only made it worse. 

~Mine!~ the deep voice inside my head cried again. 

The pain threatened, but I didn't bother to fight it. I was too stunned. I'd thought the time with Olivia was just a dream. If that was true, then this was a dream too and I was probably asleep on the couch. If not, I really was crazy. Neither was acceptable to me, so I simply shut down and let the voice do what it wanted. That was a mistake. 

The detective Abrubi I remembered was an androgynous woman. The naked woman in front of me was many things, but certainly not that! I couldn't help appreciate how tall and lithe she was as she stood in front of me naked. Her skin was dark and smooth, her nipples thick and enticing, jutting out in excitement and need. The detective's eyes promised things that all men craved.

"On your knees!" a voice demanded. It wasn't mine, but it came from my throat. The detective did as commanded willingly as I stripped out of my clothes. 

I watched as I once more took a woman's head in both hands. I might not have been in control, but I could feel everything that was done. I fucked her mouth just as roughly as I had Olivia's, only this time I wasn't looking for release, at least not yet. 

"Stand!" the voice demanded, and again the detective complied. 

I shoved her roughly back against the wall next to the door and raped her lips. Her nipples were hard pebbles against my chest as she returned my lust. I reached between us and pinched one hard. The detective moaned. I pinched harder. She moaned louder. I twisted her nipple in a way that had to hurt! Her response was to cry out and cum. I refused to let her body slump to the floor.

I held her firmly as I pushed two fingers through the thick forest between her legs. They slid inside easily and she gasped despite her recent orgasm. I continued to kiss her roughly. I had almost forgotten that I wasn't the one in control of my body when whoever or whatever it was surprised me by lifting the detective in my arms and carrying her to the couch. He threw her down on it.

"On your hands and knees!" the voice demanded. The black woman shifted without complaint.

She was clearly excited because her pussy was open and inviting. The pink there was in sharp contrast to her skin. Her firm thighs were soaked. My mouth watered.

'Taste her!' I said to the voice in my head. I could almost feel him smile.

~As you wish,~ the voice replied.

My mouth fell on detective Abrubi's pussy. She tasted just as good as I dreamed! The woman thrashed under me as I worked her pussy mercilessly. I drove my tongue inside her when she was ready. She cried out in surprise at just how far in my tongue went. So did I! 

My tongue wasn't nearly long enough to reach so deep, but clearly it was, and just as clearly, the detective loved the feeling. She came, filling my mouth with her juices. I drank as much of it down as I could.

~What now?~ the voice asked.

'I need relief!' I cried inside my head.

~Me too!~ he laughed. ~But this is for you to do. Take your relief!~

Suddenly, I was back in control of my body. My need was like a red haze. I started to reach for the detective, but somehow I stopped myself. I knew what I wanted to do. So did the voice. That's why he gave me control. Yet instead of thrusting deep into the black woman pussy, I took my larger than normal cock in my hand and started stroking it.

My lust was nearly blinding. I had to have relief somehow and this was the only safe way of getting it. My orgasm built quickly.

~What a waste!~ the voice cried in dissatisfaction. ~She wants what you have to offer. Why not give her what she wants?~

'No!' I cried. 'I don't know how you're doing it, but you're making her do this!'

~Of course,~ the voice replied. ~But so what? She will still gain the satisfaction of being fulfilled.~

'I won't do it!' I cried. 'It's wrong!'

~Fine,~ the voice replied. ~Then give me back control and I will give the woman what she wants! What we both want!~

'No!' I cried. The pain returned as the voice tried to take control once more, but I was ready for it. In a way it helped, because it dulled my lust. I was in too much need for it to completely disappear, but it made fighting the voice easier.

~You will pay for this!~ the voice cried suddenly and disappeared, along with most of the pain. 

I wanted to sigh with relief, but I couldn't. Detective Abrubi was still naked on the couch. Worse, she was stroking my cock with both hands and smiling in satisfaction. I hadn't noticed her doing it while I fought against the pain, but it was impossible to ignore now. My lust returned fully.

I pulled my cock from her grasp and stroked myself. It only took two or three before I exploded. My body shuddered in release as I came all over the police detective. She took hold of my cock and pulled it to her mouth. I was unable to fight her. The warmth of her mouth as she engulfed as much of my cock as she could take was beyond belief and somehow it felt like I was cumming all over again. I think maybe I was because my cum flooded out of the detectives mouth and covered her dark breasts.

I was completely spent when I was finally done. The detective was still sucking on my cock. I pulled it free. She reached for it again, but I stopped her.

"No," I said, using the same controlled voice I used with Olivia when I wanted her to stop. It worked. "You will get dressed and go home. You won't remember this ever happened."

"As you wish," she smiled, standing and getting dressed. I lay on the couch and watched her go. She seemed oblivious to what had just happened. I wished the same were true for me.

"Damn you," I said without heat, but the voice didn't respond.

My thoughts shifted to Annie. I loved her and this, whatever it was, was wrong. I continued to think of her as I fell asleep on the couch. I was too tired to do anything else. I'd figure it all out once I woke up.

**********

"Ay Dios mio!"

The woman's cry woke me up. Well, that and the fact that she was bouncing up and down on my cock.

"It feels so good!" she added with a Spanish accent. Once again I was not in control of my body. The woman above me was still half dressed in her cleaning lady uniform. Her cart was by the door.

'Stop this!' I cried.

~No,~ the voice replied. ~It's past time. I will fill this one with my seed and we shall see what grows from it.~

I tried to fight the voice, but his control was strong this time. It scared me. The fact that I was enjoying what he was doing to the poor cleaning woman scared me even more.

My hands were grasping her thick hips. I pulled her down hard with every stroke. She clearly loved every second of it. I was certain she had already cum once by the amount of fluid covering me. I could also tell that she was close to doing it again. My own orgasm was close.

"Be ready woman," the voice said, using my mouth. "I'm close."

"Yes!" she cried. "Me too! Cum for Tess! Fill me!"

'No!' I cried.

~Yes!~ he laughed, and then thrust up into the woman one last time and started cumming. She cried out as her own orgasm took her. I never came so hard or so long before! I filled Tess to overflowing. She fell forward and kissed me. We rolled over when I was finally spent. Now I was on top.

"I need a break!" she moaned as I continued to stroke in and out of her.

"No, you don't," the voice replied confidently.

"You'll be the death of me!" she moaned, but was obviously enjoying what was happening.

"Most likely," the voice said, not sounding particularly upset about the possibility.

"Dios mio!" she said a moment later. "It feels like your cock is getting even bigger!"

"It is," the voice replied, thrusting deeper into the woman. She cried out. I rode her for a few more minutes until her next orgasm was nearly upon her.

~She already carries my seed,~ the voice said suddenly. ~I do not need to finish this. And now I know how to rest control from you. One day soon you will be gone as it should be, but right now I am tired. Control is yours. Do what you will with the woman. It is too late for you to hurt my plans.~

And suddenly it was fully me stroking in and out of Tess. I should have stopped. I wanted to. It felt like the right thing to do, but was it? Was it really? The voice said it was too late for the woman already and she clearly wanted me to finish just as much as I needed to do it. What harm would it do?

"I'm cumming!" Tess cried. She thrashed under me. 

I needed to cum, but I wasn't ready yet. I rode her through her orgasm and then climbed off of her. She started to stand, but I pushed her back onto the couch. I needed relief! I was going mad with need. 

"Not again!" she cried. "I can't!"

I ignored her protests because I knew she wanted what I had to offer. I don't know how I knew, but I did. She straddled the arm of the couch and gave me access to her pussy from behind. I lined my cock up with the entrance. I don't know what was happening to me, but my cock was a lot longer than I remembered. It was thicker too. That realization didn't stop me from thrusting into her. We both cried out.

"I'm being a bad girl!" she cried suddenly. "Slap my ass!"

This wasn't the voice's doing. I knew that. He made her lustful and in need, but this was all her. Tess had a fetish and she wanted it fulfilled. I slapped her ass.

"Oh! That stings!" she cried. I felt guilty until she added, "Another! Give me another!" I did. I did it a number of times until she was ready to orgasm again.

I could feel my balls tighten as I readied to fill her pussy one last time. I slapped her ass harder than before and she cried out and came. I grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed deep inside, filling to with my cum. It was the best orgasm of my life. I came so hard and long that Tess was nearly covered from head to toe in my juices. She screamed into the couch cushion over and over again.

"Again?" Tess asked a few moments later. Her eyes were glazed. The look on them frightened me.

"What have I done?" I asked as I came back to myself. 

"Again," the woman said, reaching for my cock. "Please."

"No," I said quickly. "You need to forget this ever happened and leave."

"Just one more time?" she asked.

"No," I reiterated, focusing on being in control. My voice finally had that tone I knew she couldn't deny. "The lust you are feeling should be past. Let it go."

"Okay," she said, calming visible.

"Now leave," I said. She stood, put her uniform back on, took her cart and left.

I was exhausted, but also afraid to go to sleep. The voice could take control when I slept. I knew that. I stood and went to take a shower. The hot water felt good, but did nothing to calm me. 

"What have I done?" I asked myself as I stood under the nearly scalding water. "How could I let the voice use me like that?"

'What voice?' I thought, and then added out loud, "There's only you. There is no voice. The only rational explanation is obvious. You're mad." I stayed under the water trying to figure out what I should do.

"Hey in there!" I heard Annie's voice as she knocked on the door. "Are you coming out eventually? You've been in there since before I got back and that was twenty minutes ago. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I called back. 'Boy, is that a lie!'

I left the shower and found Annie at the small table. She had brought back Chinese food, one of my favorites.

"If it's cold, it's your own fault," she smiled.

"It looks delicious," I smiled, almost forgetting what had happened. Almost.

We shared from each other's plates and had a surprisingly good time. Annie put on the television and insisted we snuggle on the couch afterward. I'd fallen asleep plenty of times exactly in that position, but I couldn't now. What if the voice took over? I didn't want that part of me anywhere near Annie.

I waited until I heard her gently snores before I slipped out from behind her. I needed to think. I left the apartment quickly and quietly. I walked around town for a few hours without really paying attention. My cell phone rang and interrupted my thoughts. I expected it to be Annie, but it wasn't. It was Jerry, my friend from work.

"What's up?" I asked. We'd touched base while I was at the hospital, but hadn't talked since.

"Hey, where are you right now?" he asked without preamble. I told him. He added, "That's perfect. Do you mind meeting me at St. Matthews? It's only three or four blocks from where you are."

"Sure," I answered. "But why?"

"I want you to meet someone," he said cryptically and then hung up.

I shrugged and started making my way to the church. It was easy enough to find. It was an old church and had plenty of stained glass. I always loved the way sun shined through it. I wasn't much of a church goer these days, but Annie was working on me. 

I walked up to the steps without a problem, but as soon as I started climbing them I felt an odd sort of resistance. I didn't want to enter the building for some reason. Could it be guilt for not going anymore?

'Yeah right,' I thought. 'That so called guilt didn't stop you from being your nephew's godfather last year.'

I shook my head. I was being silly. I forced myself to walk into the church. The pain spiked, but I wasn't surprised and I was tired of dealing with it. I pushed it down hard. It was all in my head and I would control it! I forced my way past the door. The pain completely disappeared as I entered. I started to reach for the holy water to make the sign of the cross, but my hand strayed away from it at the last moment. I had a suddenly vision of my skin melting in a bubbling mass if I touched the water. It was ridiculous, but I didn't force it. The picture was too vivid.

'Is this you?' I asked the voice. It didn't respond. In fact, for all intents and purposes it was gone for the moment. I felt more like myself than I had in a while. Well, with the exception that I couldn't get myself to dip my fingers in the holy water.

"There you are!" Jerry cried, and then blushed in embarrassment as he realized he yelled in church.

"Jerry, are you okay?" I frowned, looking at his expression.

"I'm fine," he said, not really sounding like it.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'd rather let her explain it," he said, shifting slightly and letting me see a middle-aged nun looking at me curiously. "I can barely believe it myself."

"Hello," I smiled.

"Hello," she said, still looking at me oddly. "I'm sister Mary Teresa."

"You wanted to see me?" I asked.

"I needed to see you," she said cryptically.

"What's this all about?" I asked.

"It's all very easy to explain," she sighed. "But I doubt you'll believe me."

"Try me," I said.

"You see, when you burst into Jerry's neighbor's house on All Hollow's Eve, you interrupted something important," she explained.

"And what was that?" I asked.

"An exorcism!" Jerry cried, unable to hold back. "Little Mikey Farel was possessed!"

"You aren't serious?" I asked.

"Ah, an unbeliever," sister Mary Teresa sighed. "That's going to make this more difficult."

"Make what more difficult?" I asked.

"You see, father Fitzpatrick was just finishing the exorcism when you burst in. I've been his assistant on a half a dozen others and this was much the same at first, but toward the end something happened."

"Something happened?" I asked. She frowned.

"You see, there wasn't much of Michael left by the time we were called," she said. "Father Fitzpatrick was certain that the boy would be lost if we waited another day."

"What happened?" Jerry asked.

"I should have argued," sister Mary Teresa said, shaking her head. "Father Fitzpatrick knew that exorcisms should never be done on All Hollows Eve, but he also knew the boy would not survive the night. He felt he was strong enough to handle it and who was I to argue?"

"All Hollows Eve?" Jerry asked.

"Halloween," I clarified, and then asked the nun, "What went wrong?"




Possessed



"It could have been as simple as you bursting through the door at the wrong moment," she sighed. "But I think it was more. The barrier between Hell and our world is thinnest on All Hollows Eve. That's why you don't do exorcisms then. An exorcism entails more than just casting the demon out. You also need to force it back into Hell or it will just possess another."

"Wouldn't that be easier with the barrier weak?" I asked.

"Yes and no," she answered cryptically. "You see, forcing an opening in the barrier is the most dangerous part of the exorcism. You have to keep control of it and make sure nothing escapes."

"Did something escape?" I asked. The whole conversation was unreal, but it was easier to listen to this then go back to thinking about my own pending insanity.

"I'm not sure," she replied with a worried expression. "I know father Fitzpatrick was able to pull the demon from the boy and I think he forced it through the portal, but I also know that something tried to get through the portal. I saw it."

"What did you see?" Jerry asked. Sister Mary Teresa's eyes were unfocused as she remembered that night. 

"I think I saw one of the old ones," she said, swallowing hard. 

"That doesn't sound good," I said.

"The lesser demon can only come across in spirit and must possess a human," sister Mary Teresa explained. "They are limited by what our human forms can do. The old ones come fully formed into our world, with all their demonic powers."

"Did it make it through the barrier?" I asked.

"No, thank God!" she replied confidently. "There hasn't been one of the older ones in our world in thousands of years. Either it wasn't one of them or Father Fitzpatrick died forcing it back."

"How can you be sure?" I asked.

"The older ones are completely uncontrollable," she answered. "It would not have been able to hide itself this long. Frankly, it would not have even tried. They always reinvent their world in ours. The last one that entered our world did so in Sodom thousands of years ago."

"Sodom as in Sodom and Gomorrah?" I asked in disbelief. She nodded, but my expression must have said I still doubted her.

"You don't need to believe," sister Mary Teresa said with forced patience. "The point is that it wasn't one of the old ones."

"Fair enough," I shrugged.

"However," she added. "I'm still not sure that the demon father Fitzpatrick pulled from the boy was forced through the portal or that another of the lesser demon didn't escape."

"And this involves me how?" I frowned.

"The demon would have needed to possess someone. They cannot survive in our world for more than a matter of moments on their own," she replied. "I've already checked everyone who were present at the exorcism with the exception of you. Jerry was the last of them. He kindly contacted you for me."

"You think I'm possessed?" I asked in shock as what she was getting at finally dawned on me.

"It is possible," she shrugged. "And it is also easy to check. I must be thorough before reporting back to mother church."

The obvious conclusion did come to me at that point. Maybe the voice wasn't my madness. Maybe it was a demon. Was I possessed? Would that be better than crazy?

'Possession would mean that what happened wasn't me,' I thought. Oddly, that made me feel better, despite it meaning that a monster was in my head. 'Better that then me being the monster!'

"You know," I said, feeling silly, but forcing the words out. "I think I may actually be possessed." 

"Don't joke about that!" the nun snapped angrily. I guess she confused my discomfort with amusement. 

"I'm not," I said, meeting her eyes so that she'd understand I was serious. I saw the truth dawn on her slowly. She was good. Her expression didn't change at all. On the other hand she swallowed once noticeably.

"Let's see," she said, pulling out an amulet from under her shirt. She held it up toward me and mumbled a silent prayer. It came to life instantly and glowed a harsh red. The nun lost all her color.

"Wow!" Jerry cried. "It didn't do that when she tested me."

"You are possessed," sister Mary Teresa said bravely.

"I figured," I sighed. "Now what?"

"Let us see," she said, holding the amulet up and saying another silent prayer. It glowed once more. Sister Mary Teresa looked into the amulet carefully for almost a full minute.

"It is a new possession," she finally said, more to herself than me. "But the bond is close to being complete. This cannot wait. I will have to exorcize the demon myself. I know what needs to be done."

"Um, no offense," I said. "But the last exorcism killed a priest with a lot more experience than you. Isn't there someone else we can call?" 

"Of course," she answered. "But it is too dangerous to wait for them to arrive."

"What does that mean?" I asked nervously. 

"The demon has not bonded fully with you yet," she explained. "Once it does, the exorcism becomes much more difficulty and dangerous."

"How soon before that happens?" I asked.

"Soon," was her only response.

"Great," I sighed. "And the closest person who's actually done an exorcism is where?"

"Not in this hemisphere," she replied. "There are never more than a small handful of clergy experienced in dispossessing souls. We are carefully chosen and trained."

"We?" Jerry asked.

"Yes," sister Mary Teresa smiled. "I have the honor of being chosen, Father Fitzpatrick was training me."

"How close to graduating were you?" I asked. "I mean, were you a freshman? A grad student? Or what?" I knew it wasn't a joking matter, but I couldn't help myself. Humor was the only defense I had left in the face of what was happening.

"There is no set time," she replied. "But I believe Father Fitzpatrick was very close to completing my training. In fact, for the last year the only true training I received was watching him exorcize demons from the poor souls ensnared." 

"And if my demon remains much longer it's going to get worse?" I asked.

"A lot worse," she replied. "I'm sorry." I could tell from her tone that she meant it. I looked into her eyes carefully for a long time before coming to a decision.

"Well sister," I sighed. "It's seems I'm in your hands. Only, please don't let something worse get out of the demon's world by trying to save me."

"I won't," she said confidently. "First, All Hollow's Eve is past and the danger of such a thing happening is far less. And second, your possession is not yet complete. That makes it much easier to exorcize your demon. Poor little Michael had been possessed for years."

"He was a terror," Jerry sighed. "No one's kids on the block would play with him. There were rumors that he liked to hurt things."

"Well, whatever this is feels pretty strong to me," I sighed. "You have no idea how hard it's been to fight it."

"But you have," she smiled kindly. "And you're not even a true believer."

"Depending on the day, that's not necessarily true," I grinned. "But I get your point."

"So, what do we do?" Jerry asked into the silence that followed.

"First your friend here will tell me exactly what's happened to him since he was possessed," she answered. "And then I pray and gather what I need to do the exorcism." 

"Um," I said, growing embarrassed. "Two points. First, we need to hurry. I have a feeling that if I go to sleep he'll take control for good." She frowned and nodded in understanding.

"What else?" Jerry asked. I blushed. I couldn't help myself. I turned to the nun.

"Sister, I'd really rather not tell you about what's happened since I was possessed," I answered. "This demon has a way of affecting people."

"What do you mean?" sister Mary Teresa asked. I took a deep breath and shrugged, more for myself than her.

"You know how they say men have a one track mind when it comes to women?" I asked rhetorically, refusing to look at her as I explained. "Well, this demon is worse, a lot worse. He seduced three women in less than a day."

"Ah, one of those. Don't worry," she said. "I am not a priest and don't need to hear your confession, but I do need details. I need to know the facts of what happened so I can be prepared."

"Isn't there any other way?" I asked. "I know I'm being silly considering what I'm facing, but talking to a nun about sex has to be way up there on my nightmare list."

"I wasn't always a nun," she smiled briefly. "And my youth was not as sheltered as you would think. Tell me what happened. I need to know." I nodded silently, but paused and looked at Jerry.

"What should I do?" he asked. I shook my head. I always thought he a good guy, but this went above and beyond.

"Run," I said. "Run far away until this is all over. Take Sally and the kids and go."

"Don't be so melodramatic," Jerry laughed nervously. 

"He's not completely wrong," sister Mary Teresa sighed. "Being friends with a possessed person is very dangerous."

"I figured," Jerry said bravely. "But I want to help." The nun looked at him carefully for a second.

"Okay," she finally said. "The best place for the exorcism is where he was first possessed."

"I'll talk to Kim Farel," he said. "I'm sure she won't have a problem with it. She and the kids aren't living there right now anyway. I actually doubt she'll go back once the damage caused is fixed."

"It would also help if I could talk to at least one of the women that this demon affected.

"You're kidding, right?" I groaned, but I already knew the answer.

"Should I go find Annie?" Jerry asked.

"No!" I snapped. "She's not one of them."

"But you've spent the last three days with her," Jerry frowned.

"She isn't part of this," I insisted.

"Hmm, interesting," the nun said thoughtfully. "I'd like to speak with her as well."

"No!" I cried. "She doesn't know what's been happening, and I don't want her to."

"It's the other women, isn't it?" Jerry guessed. 

"I don't want to lose her over this," I said nervously. "I love her."

"If that's true," sister Mary Teresa said. "Then you should tell her the truth."

"I will once this is all over," I said a little too quickly. The nun looked at me carefully. I thought I saw a spark of disappointment, but it could just have been my imagination.

"I need to ask her some questions," she said slowly. "And she will need to know about the possession, but she doesn't necessarily need to know about the other women."

"Thank you," I said, meaning it.

"For now," the nun added, to which I quickly nodded. I planned on telling Annie, but when everything else was going on. 

"If Annie wasn't one of the ones the demon seduced, then who was?" Jerry asked. I listed the three women. Jerry's eyes grew big as the mention of Detective Abrubi.

"She seemed so asexual," he remarked. I remembered her differently. I knew it was wrong to think of her that way and feel excitement, but I couldn't help my body's reaction.

'It's the demon's influence,' I rationalized. 

"Her I can contact on my own," Sister Mary Teresa said. "She gave me a card with her number on it in case I thought of anything else to tell her, not that she would believe me."

"You know," I sighed. "I doubt she'll remember anything that happened. In fact, I specifically told her not to."

"That's okay," the nun replied with a confident smile. "I have been trained to deal with something like this."

"How will you do it?" Jerry asked.

"With God's help," she replied cryptically. "Now go see if you can gather the other two women."

"I'll try," Jerry shrugged. "But I doubt I'll be able to with such short notice." He disappeared after that.

"Are you sure it's safe to be alone with me?" I asked.

"Yes," she smiled. "We are in God's house. The only way the beast can survive in here is to hide deeply inside of you. He can't control you while you are here."

"That's a relief," I sighed. 

"You could probably even take a nap after you're done telling me your story," she offered with a kind smile.

"I'll pass," I said. "I'd rather be fully conscious until this is over." 

"As you wish," sister Mary Teresa said. "Now tell me what you first remember after the possession."

"Pain," I answered. "I remember pain and not much else. My life was pain for a time."

"And after that?" she asked.

"Lust," I replied. I saw the sister's eyes grow big, but I was determined to get rid of this demon, so I kept talking despite my embarrassment. She said she needed to hear the details to be prepared, so I told her.

**********

"You're really going to go through with this?" Annie asked me. She was sitting in the pew next to me. I had called and told her where to meet me as soon as I was done talking to sister Mary Teresa. The nun explained to Annie about my possession, leaving the three women the demon had seduced out of her explanation. Even still, I was surprised when Annie didn't run away like most sane person would have. 

"I don't have a choice," I sighed.

"But sister Mary Teresa says that there's a chance you'll die!" she cried.

"Better that than being taken over by a demon," I shrugged.

"Are you sure that's what it is?" Annie asked. She was being far more understanding and patient than I would have been if the roles were reversed. Frankly, I doubt I would have believed her. 

"Yes," I said, blushing as I remember telling the nun what had happened with the nurse, the detective and the cleaning lady. 

Jerry hadn't been able to find Tess, but sister Mary Teresa had already had her talk with Olivia after he tracked her down. The nun had also put a call into Detective Abrubi, who had promised to show up after her shift.

The nurse had arrived before Annie and I made the mistake of following sister Mary Teresa and her into the sacristy where the interview took place. I watched as sister Mary Teresa asked her questions. Maybe it was divine intervention that made Olivia remember what happened or maybe it was simple hypnosis, but in either case it wasn't long before the nun got the answers she was looking for. 

Olivia spoke unhindered by fear or concern for how people might react to what she was saying. In fact, I doubt she realized she was actually speaking her thoughts out loud. I knew she thought she was alone.

Sister Mary Teresa warned it would be so, but I hadn't realized what its affect would be. Not only did her words mortify me, but somehow they also stopped me from leaving. It was like I was part of her trance. Olivia described what happened and how she felt.

"I was on fire with desire and need!" the nurse explained, her eyes filled with an excitement I remembered so well.

"What about him made you feel that way?" the nun had asked.

"Everything," Olivia answered with reasonable calm, but then she smiled lustfully and added, "But most of all it was his cock. It was so big! Far bigger than I remembered from his sponge baths. And thick too!" To say I was mortified was an understatement, but still I couldn't move.

"Demon's can do wonders what illusions," sister Mary Teresa said sagely.

"Well, that illusion made my jaw ache for days afterward," the nurse replied, still in her trance-like state. "It still does. It felt pretty real to me." 

"That's impossible," the nun replied. "A demon can not change a person form when they possess them. They can only make you think it's changed."

'That's too bad. That particular illusion was the only good thing I received from being possessed,' I thought and then shook my head and groaned when I realized it. I looked up and thought, 'Sorry, it's the demon making me think these terrible things.' At least, I hoped it was the demon.

My thoughts had distracted me from the conversion between sister Mary Teresa and Olivia at that point and I was no longer trapped into listening. I slipped out of the sacristy and sat in the back of the church, as far away from the conversation as possible. I was still sitting there when Annie arrived.

I realized that Annie was looking at me carefully as my mind wandered. She was still judging my last statement. Did I really believe I was possessed? Was I really possessed? I let her look into my eyes and see my fear and commitment. That seemed to be enough for her.

"Then if you're going to do this, I want you to come with me first," Annie said, surprising me.

"It's not safe to leave the church," I replied. "I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you."

"I don't believe that's possible," she said. "You've been possessed for over a week and I've never seen anything that would make me think you're a danger to me."

She was right. I'd always been the most in control when I was with Annie. She was my soul mate. The demon seemed unable to interfere with me when I was with Annie. I guessed it was our love that kept him at bay.

"Please?" she added. I looked into her eyes and knew that whatever it was she wanted was important to her. I was also careful to look and see if she was herself. There was no sign of what affected the other women when the demon made them do what he did.

"We'll have to hurry," I said. She smiled and the night became brighter, at least for me. I left Annie to go tell sister Mary Teresa that we were leaving for a while. 

The last I saw the nun she was deep in prayer in one of the small alcoves in the front of the church. There was a kneeler, half lit candles, a large crucifix and no room for much else in the alcove. I was surprised to find that sister Mary Teresa wasn't there. I frowned until I heard voices in the sacristy once more.

'I guess detective Abrubi finally arrived,' I thought. The last thing I wanted to do was be noticed by the police detective who the demon had seduced, but I couldn't just leave. I started to go into the room, but had second thoughts and stopped before entering. 

"I glad you were able to come on such short notice," I overheard sister Mary Teresa saying to the policy detective.

"It's okay," the detective said. "I actually have a follow-up question myself."

The last time I heard Detective Abrubi say those words, I ended up with her naked in front of me and a demon in control of my body. I swallowed hard, but the demon was quiet and the detective sounded as androgynous as usual.

"Really?" the nun frowned. "What?"

"Are you sure that there wasn't anyone else in the house?" the detective asked.

"Yes," sister Mary Teresa answered. "Why?"

"It's probably nothing," the police detective answered. "But our forensics lab found trace elements unrelated to father Fitzpatrick in some of the ash they collected from the fire."

"Trace elements?" the nun asked.

"A small quantity of elements that are typically found in living things," the detective clarified. Sister Mary Teresa frowned in concentration.

"I do remember a dog," the nun finally said. 

"That probably explains it," the detective sighed.

'Poor Fido. It's always the innocent that get hurt,' I sighed to myself, thinking of the dog and Mikey Farel, the formerly possessed little boy. Father Fitzpatrick's death came to mind as well. 'And the good.'

"Now what did you want to talk to me about?" the detective was asking sister Mary Teresa. 

I couldn't just stand there eavesdropping forever. Annie was waiting for me. I shrugged to myself and left without interrupting them. I didn't want a repeat of what happened with the nurse so I quickly went back to Annie in the back of the church.

Sister Mary Teresa said we'd do the exorcism just before dawn. That was still hours away. Annie and I slipped out of the church. I figured we'd be back before she noticed we were gone, or at least well before dawn. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," she smiled, holding my hand once more as we went. 

"The hotel?" I guessed not long afterward.

"We never did try that hot tub," she grinned, surprising me.

"There was a reason for that," I said pointedly, but she ignored me.




Possessed



We arrived in back in our room without any problems. I wasn't sure how smart this was or why she suddenly wanted to try the hot tub. She was excited. I could feel that, but try as hard as I could, I couldn't feel any of the demon's influence like I did with the other ladies.

Annie put on the hot tub and chatted about nothing consequential. She was talking about where we might vacation for our honeymoon when the tub was finally filled and she shut the water off. Annie then stood without a word and started undressing. I froze and watched her, unable to resist. 

"Annie, what are you doing?" I finally said, swallowing hard. "You know I want you. You're testing my control."

"Yours or the demon's?" she asked.

"I'm in control right now," I said. "He's been surprisingly quite, but that doesn't mean I'll be able to stop myself, much less him if this goes much further."

"I don't want you to stop yourself," she replied, smiling.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Because I love you," she answered, no longer smiling. "And you might die."

"What about waiting until we're married?" I asked. 

"It just doesn't seem important anymore," she shrugged. "The thought that I might lose you tomorrow morning without sharing everything I have and am with you before you go is too much."

"But..." I began. Annie quieted me by placing two fingers on my lips.

"I trust you," she said. "You can stay in control. Do this for me, please?"

I looked at Annie and stared deeply into her eyes. I knew what I saw there was real. She loved and wanted me. There was nothing inside her head but her own desires and needs. I leaned forward and kissed Annie. She kissed me right back and started undressing me.

We sat in the hot tub for a while, holding each other and kissing. Her naked body felt amazing against mine. I'd never felt so close to a woman before.

"Let's go to bed," Annie smiled after a while. She was nervous, but also excited. We left the tub, dried each other and moved to the bed holding hands. 

I took my time with Annie and did everything I could to make her first time enjoyable. I couldn't stop her pain when she stopped being a virgin, but I did everything I could to take that pain away. Her cries of satisfaction and release at the end let me know I succeeded. 

"That was amazing!" she sighed in contentment as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I didn't tell her that I hadn't had my own release. She was too inexperienced to realize it and I was too afraid of what might happen if I did. Annie nodded off on my shoulder. The weight of her against me was perfect, just like the moment. I focused on staying awake. It wasn't hard. She trusted me and I cared too much to do anything to jeopardize that. 

After a time, I found myself thinking back to what had happened with the other three women. I hadn't told Annie yet, but I would once the demon was gone. I felt guilty for what happened. A part of me knew it wasn't my fault, but I think deep down I still blamed myself.

~You're a fool!~ the voice suddenly cried. ~And I'm done with you! Give me what is mine!~

The demon was right. I was a fool. I figured that he could only take control when I was asleep. I was wrong. I also thought the demon was unable to affect me when I was with Annie. I was wrong again. I believed I could deal with whatever pain he thrust on me, but this was far worse than before. I didn't give up control this time so much as he ripped it from my grasp.

~Did you think I would let myself be thrust back into Hell without a fight?~ the demon asked in condescension. ~I like it here! There are so many innocent souls to feed on!~

'No!' I cried, but my voice was small, weak. I felt myself being subsumed by the demon.

~I'm not sure how you did what you did,~ the demon continued. ~But whatever it was and however you did it, your time is done. Now is my time!~

I wanted to argue, but it was beyond me. It was getting harder and harder for me to even focus on his words much less react to them. I should never have left the church, but Annie had insisted and I couldn't deny her.

~Don't worry,~ the demon said, obviously reading my thoughts. ~I won't deny your Annie anything either. For instance...~

I watched in horror as the demon rolled Annie off of my shoulder and onto her stomach. His hand slipped between her thighs. I saw as Annie started to wake up.

"What are you doing?" she asked. The demon leaned forward.

"Shhh," he said softly into one of her ears. "Let me bring you pleasure." Annie didn't look comfortable, but she didn't fight him.

I was horrified! First, for what he was doing, and second because his words came out in my voice. Annie thought it was me! I had no way of telling her it wasn't.

"How does it feel?" the demon asked after Annie seemed to finally relax.

"Good!" she moaned softly. This couldn't be happening!

"Then you're going to really enjoy this," the demon added, leaning forward and pushed his face between her legs. His tongue extended and brushed against her pussy. Annie gasped.

"Oh yes!" she moaned as he continued to taste her.

He licked her to orgasm like that. I watched her body tense and thrash. For the first time since his possession, not only wasn't I in control of my body, but I couldn't even feel what was happening to it. Of course, I could watch. I couldn't help but watch.

"I always wondered what that would feel like," Annie smiled contently after her orgasm subsided. It was a smile meant for me, but she didn't realize it wasn't me in control. I felt my anger stir, but it wasn't nearly enough to return me from where the demon had put me.

"I don't want you wondering about anything after tonight," the demon said, still disguising his voice like mine. It was caring, loving even. If I were in control of my body, I would have vomited.

"I love and trust you," Annie said. "That's the only important thing."

"Then will you do something for me?" he asked.

"What?" she asked, turning and fully facing him for the first time.

"I want you to let yourself go," he smiled. "I want you to enjoy yourself like never before." He was doing a good job of imitating me, but he was a demon and I knew it couldn't last.

"I am enjoying myself," she replied.

"Not enough," he replied. "I want you to let all your hidden lusts out. I want you to let the slut every woman has deep inside of her out."

'And there he goes!' I thought excitedly. 'Annie will know he's not me now.'

She was looking at him and frowning. Annie was only moments from realizing the truth. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but he did something. I felt it. Annie was smiling once more.

'No!' I cried. The demon ignored me.

"Won't you tell me just one of your hidden lusts?" he asked.

"I can't do that!" Annie said, blushing badly. I was stunned. She hadn't said she didn't have any, only that she couldn't let them out. Was my Annie more than just the sweet innocent girl who I'd fallen in love with?

~Of course she is!~ the Demon laughed. ~She's human, isn't she? You're all just as capable of any depravity as my kind. Here, I'll prove it to you!~

'Don't!' I cried. 'Leave her alone!'

~Unlike the others, I'm not going to force her to do anything,~ the demon replied. ~I've convinced her that I am you. That's the only change I've made to her. She loves and trusts you. I don't need to force her. She'll do them because she wants to please you. Oh yes, and because deep down, she likes it!~

'Please!' I cried, trying to fight for control again.

~Don't bother,~ the demon laughed. ~You can't affect me from where I've put you. In fact, you'll disappear altogether before I'm done with your precious Annie. Now watch and learn what you humans are really all about!~

"Annie," he said. "I want to please you. Tell me anything, ask me to do anything and I will."

"I don't know," she said, blushing slightly.

"Yes you do," he disagreed, reading one of her desires from her mind. "I bet you'll like this." 

He rolled onto his back and pulled Annie on top of him, only he moved her so that her thighs were straddling his head and her mouth was only inches away from his cock. Annie was stiff, but she didn't stop him from pulling her down. I watched as Annie slowly buried his face with her thighs. The demon worked his tongue in and out of her once again and Annie gasped.

I saw Annie's eyes grow big as his tongue drove deep. I watched her stare at his thick cock for a few moments with desire burning in her eyes before she gave in and took it into her mouth and sucked.

"That's it Annie!" he cried in my voice. "You do that so well!" She smiled and worked more of his cock into her mouth. 

It wasn't long before Annie was close to cumming again. I could tell from her panting and the amount of juices that flowed from her red haired pussy. The demon slapped her ass without any real force. Annie moaned.

"Stop it!" she cried, but she liked it. It was obvious. The demon did it again and she moaned louder.

I was lost. I felt myself disappearing. There was no way back. I knew that, but still I couldn't accept it. This was Annie and she needed me! Nothing. I felt nothing. 

"I'm getting close. Squeeze my balls!" the demon said. Annie did so without hesitation. The demon groaned and added, "Lick them!" 

She did. I watched her tongue brush below my cock and suddenly I realized that the demon was right. We human are just as depraved as his kind. We had to be. How else do you explain it? Here was my soul mate being molested by a demon wearing my body and despite it all, I found myself wondering what her mouth would feel like if I could just feel my body again. 

Annie's tongue continued to caress my balls. She even took one of them into her mouth. I tried to imagine what it would feel like. It was very hard. My imagination was dying along with the rest of me. Yet, watching and listening to what the Demon was doing with Annie helped. Slowly I imagined how it would feel. For some reason I needed to feel it just once before I disappeared, and then suddenly I could. 

It actually took me a moment to realize that it was more than my imagination. I was actually feeling my body again, although the demon still controlled it. I was tempted to try and fight him again, but I wasn't strong enough yet. I knew that, but maybe I would be in time. I waited.

"I want you to cum with me!" Annie demanded as her orgasm peaked. 

"Take me as deep as you can!" the demon cried back. I felt Annie suck my cock in her mouth. It pushed into the back of her throat and still she sucked. I tasted her orgasm as her juices flooded my mouth. She was delicious! The demon shoved my cock even deeper into Annie's throat and came, filling her belly with my cum. She rolled into a second orgasm. I could feel my strength returning with every second that passed. I suddenly knew the demon's weakness just as he knew mine. 

Mine was my love of Annie. My love protected me from the demon at times, but also caused me to feel guilty, which in turn opened me to his attacks. My biggest strength also turned out to be my biggest weakness. The same was true for the demon. His biggest strength was lust, but it was also his biggest weakness. He used it to control people, but was not beyond being controlled by it.

~You see? She is no different than any other!~ the demon thought, bringing my thoughts back into focus. I was frightened he would guess that my strength was building. There was only one way to distract him from the truth. I prayed Annie would forgive me one day.

'She had oral sex with you and that makes her just as bad as a demon?' I asked.

~She did more than that!~ he cried. 

'Not a lot,' I retorted.

~The night is still young!~ he snapped and refocused his attention on Annie.

"Annie, that was amazing," he said as he rolled her off of him. "But only the beginning."

"There's more?" she asked, her eyes alight with desire. This was a side of Annie I'd never seen. I felt cheated that the demon was the first to enjoy it, but I swore to myself he wouldn't be the last. The demon thought he was hurting me by showing me her lustful nature, but he was wrong. She was still my soul mate. 

"A lot more," the demon replied. "I'm going make you beg me to stop before we're done here tonight."

"I don't know about that," she smiled. "Because right now, the only thing I'm thinking about begging you to do is to fill me again."

"Your wish..." he smiled, rolling her onto her stomach.

"Wait!" she cried. "What are you doing?"

"Trust me," he smiled. "I don't just want to fill you again. I want to take you!"

"You want to take me?" she asked nervously.

"If that's okay?" he asked in reply. She looked into his eyes and smiled before nodding slowly. How could she not realize it wasn't me? Whatever he did to her must have been very strong. I didn't want to dwell on it.

Annie lifted her ass off the mattress. The demon grabbed her thighs roughly and thrust my cock inside her pussy. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. I could feel it! I'd always had a bond to the demon's victims. I knew that on a deep level. I also knew that Annie loved what the Demon was doing to her. She had a lot of passion pent up from years of denying herself, and it was obvious that she was sharing it with me now, only it wasn't me.

'I will get you for this soon!' I thought so softly that he couldn't hear, but I meant it with all my being.

The demon continued to thrust into Annie until he worked his full length inside. I could feel every stroke. Annie was crying and moaning with each thrust. Her head thrashed from side to side. Whatever else might be happening, at least I knew she was enjoying herself.

Annie screamed and came a moment later. The demon bellowed and flooded my love's pussy with cum. They grunted together as our sweat covered bodies slid across each other.

"Again!" he cried once she was done.

"You're joking?" Annie asked.

"No," he replied, barely sounding like me now. His own lusts were beginning to take control of him.

The demon rolled Annie onto her back. She spread her arms, inviting him into them. Instead, the demon lifted her legs high and thrust back into her.

"Easy!" she gasped.

"Hold your legs open!" he snapped. Annie took hold of her legs, but she was looking at him oddly. That only lasted for the first few strokes. After that she started enjoying the feeling. It wasn't long before she was holding her legs tight and crying out passionately with each thrust. The both came again.

"No more!" Annie begged.

"More!" the demon insisted, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him.

Annie might have been on top, but the demon was in control. His hands were holding her hips in place so strongly that her skin was already bruised. He thrust up into her with short, lightning fast strokes. It felt amazing to both Annie and me. My strength was growing quickly now.

"Oh yes!" she cried as her next orgasm neared. 

Annie buried the demon's face in her breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and bit down. It was far too hard, but Annie cried out in pleasure and surprise. Her orgasm took her again. We were both learning things about her that we didn't know. She was beyond focusing on them at the moment and all they did to me was make my own lusts peak. 

I thought about trying to take control again, but I wasn't confident I would win yet. I needed to be sure before I attacked the demon, because I was certain that I would only get once chance.

The demon was now stroking his overly large cock between Annie's breasts. She was holding them in place. He was using both hands to lift her head so that on every stroke the head of his cock entered her mouth. It wasn't long before his cum filled her mouth and then overflowed to her face and chest.

Annie's eyes looked a little bewildered, but I knew that was because she wasn't used to feeling such lust. Her thoughts were still her own, no matter how jumbled they were.

The demon was standing now, holding Annie upside down and driving his long tongue into her pussy mercilessly. She was holding his cock with both hands, licking it wildly. The demon thrust one of his fingers into her ass when the time came and Annie cried out and had another orgasm.

The room stank of their sweat and juices. The demon threw Annie's spent body on the bed. Instead of just lying there, she lifted her hips, ready, waiting and wanting.

"~You see?~ the demon asked triumphantly as he finally turned his attention back to me.

'Yes,' I replied. It was time. 'Clearer than I think you do. You are right. There isn't much difference between my kind and yours. We are both driven by lust. We are both capable of great cruelty when pushed.'

~Bah! You are...~ he began, but I struck before he could continue. 

He tried to cause me pain, but I was beyond that now. It was his turn to hurt. I took all of the strength I gained from his abuse of the woman I loved and focused it on the beast. He cried out. I could suddenly feel his fear, taste it even. I pressed harder.

~No!~ the demon cried, but his voice was distance, far more distant than mine had been when he forced me away. I was in control once more and I would not lose it again. He was done.

"Please," I heard Annie voice cry. I turned toward her.

"It's okay Annie," I said gently.

"Please!" she said more emphatically, not realizing what had happened. "I need to feel you inside of my just once more."

"But..." I began.

"Please!" she cried and I couldn't deny her, no matter how wrong it seemed. You have to understand that all the strength I had at the moment came from what I'd taken from the demon's lust. My lust.

I thrust into Annie from behind. She cried out and I grunted. I loved Annie, but you have to understand that having no control while the demon drove her wild did something to me. She had let out the lust filled monster we all had inside. My beast needed release as well, and as my cock sunk deep inside her red haired pussy as I let it free.

"Yes!" Annie cried as I took her wrists and pulled her arms back. Her whole body shook with every thrust of my cock, starting with her thick ass. I was pulling on her wrist so strongly that her shoulders and breasts lifted from the bed.

Despite my beast, I think I would have stopped if Annie showed any signs that she wasn't enjoying herself, but she didn't. In fact, it was obvious the exact opposite was true.

"Yes!" she cried. "Ride me! Make me cum!"

My cock was far large than it was before my possession. I knew that. I also knew that somehow Annie was taking it all in. I was stretching her to her limit with every thrust. 

A larger cock wasn't the only thing I received from my possession. I also knew exactly how Annie was feeling. I could read her lustfully emotions. I knew that the pain I was causing her was far outweighed the pleasure, and that in turn made my own pleasure grow.

"Now!" she cried as her orgasm hit. "Cum in me now!"

I pulled even harder on her wrists, bending her at the waist and thrust as deeply as I could go. Her pussy squeezed my cock in a vice-like grip and I came. Both of our orgasms were so monumental that we continued to thrash for minutes later. We both passed out when we were finally done. As I started to fade I felt the demon somewhere deep down inside of me move. I ignored it. It no longer had any power over me.

**********

"What have I done?"

I opened my eyes at the sound of Annie's voice. I looked next to me, but she wasn't there. She was by the window, staring out of it.

"Annie?" I asked nervously. "Are you okay?"

"What have I done?" she repeated, not looking at me. 

"I love you," I said carefully. "And nothing has happened that will affect that."

"You love me?" she asked, turning away from the window finally. She was crying and her eyes looked dark, lost.




Possessed



"Yes," I said.

"How could you?" she asked forlornly. "I let it use me. I enjoyed it using me!"

It was obvious that whatever had stopped Annie from realizing that it was the demon and not me was gone.

"You enjoyed being with me, not him," I insisted. "You didn't know it was the demon."

"And that makes it better?" she asked.

"Annie, we love each other..." I began, but she cut me off.

"That wasn't love!" she cried. "And it wasn't you. It was a demon and I let it corrupt me!"

"It didn't corrupt you," I argued.

"Of course it did," she said sadly. "Do you know that the worst part is that I liked it? A part of me wants to do it all over again."

"And we will," I said. "Just you and me. What we did was wild and lustful, but that doesn't make it bad."

"I slept with a demon," she groaned, not really paying attention to me.

"Annie," I said softly, fearing it was pointless. "I might not have been in control, but I was there. I enjoyed it too."

"You have an excuse," she said, shaking her head. "You're possessed. What's my excuse?"

"You love me," I offered. "And wanted to make me happy."

"It wasn't you!" she cried.

"It was at the end!" I said desperately. "The last time it was me! I was in control again by then." She looked at me in shock.

"If that's true," she said slowly. "Then I don't know you as well as I thought you did."

"I'm sorry!" I cried. "But you were enjoying it. I knew that! I..."

"No!" she cried, dropping the blanket and reaching for her clothes. "I don't want to talk about it!"

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Going home," she replied. "I want to forget this ever happened!"

"What about us?" I asked. "I thought you loved me."

"So did I," she replied softly. I had no response to that. 

I could feel her pain. It was real and it was bad. Maybe the demon had lied. Maybe he had done more than just make Annie think he was me. I didn't see it last night and I still couldn't, but her reaction was so extreme I couldn't be sure.

"Annie," I said once she was done and moving toward the door. "I love you."

"Goodbye," was all she said as she turned the doorknob.

"No!" I cried. The demon was buried deep, but I hadn't forgotten what he taught me. I controlled my voice, and in doing so, controlled Annie. "Stop. Don't move. Forget your fears."

"Okay," she responded, sounding much calmer.

"What have I done?" I moaned, but I didn't release her. If I did she would leave and I couldn't accept that. The demon stirred. 'Try it and I will show you pain like you've never imagined!' 

The demon settled down. It didn't matter. I launched my rage at him anyway. I took all my self-loathing, guilt and everything I was feeling at the moment and crushed him with it. The demon screamed, but I was beyond noticing. There was almost nothing left of him when I was spent. I couldn't even feel him anymore.

"Come cuddle me in bed," I ordered Annie. She did without question.

We lay in the bed for a time, but it wasn't the same. I got up slowly and left her lying there. I stared out the window, much the way she was when I awoke. I was lost without Annie. I didn't even notice the sky start to brighten when my cell phone rang. It was jarring.

"Hello," I said as I answered it. It was Jerry.

"Where are you?" he cried. "The sun is rising. Sister Mary Teresa is waiting."

"I'll be right over," I said without emotion and hung up, looking at Annie sadly. She lay there silently waiting for my direction. I had no idea what to tell her. I needed her to understand how I felt. I didn't want to lose her, but I didn't see a choice. The frightening part was that I knew that what I was doing right now was only going to make it harder for her to accept and forgive after this was all over.

I was lost and the demon was all but gone, but that didn't mean this was over. It was time to put him back where he belonged. After that, I could spend the rest of my life trying to get Annie to forgive and love me.

"Annie," I said, using the same controlling tone. "I want you to sleep. I want you to have the best rest of your life." I would have tried telling her to forget what happened and much more, but I knew that once the demon was gone her memories would return. Annie closed her eyes and fell asleep instantly. She looked so peaceful that I felt tears well up. I shook my head and focused on what needed to be done.

The trip to Jerry's neighbor's house went by in a blur. I was late and sister Mary Teresa was frowning when I she saw. At that moment I could care less. 

"Are you ready to begin?" she asked.

"Get this thing out of me," I answered.

"This is going to be painful," she warned.

"I figured," I said, knowing that it couldn't be worse than what I was already feeling. 

********** ********** ********** "Annie?"

Annie woke up at the sound of his voice. She looked at him and smiled briefly before remembering everything that happened.

"How could you!" she cried angrily.

"Not me," he replied. "It was him."

"It wasn't all him!" Annie snapped in reply. "You said so yourself."

"Did I?" he smiled. There was something odd about it.

"Yes!" she cried, starting to get up out of the bed. He pushed her back effortlessly. She looked at him in surprise.

"You are a fool!" he laughed darkly.

"You're not him," she swallowed hard, realizing the truth. "You're the demon."

"Of course," he continued to laugh.

"The exorcism failed?" she asked, already knowing that it must have.

"Oh no!" the demon replied, surprising her. "It was a complete success."

"But you're in control," Annie said in confusion.

"As it should be," the demon replied. "This is my body after all."

"What?" she cried in confusion.

"It's simply really," the Demon explained as his form changed. He was no longer the man she loved. He was darker, bigger and frightening on so many levels. He reached out to touch her and Annie tried to shift away, but she was unable.

"No!" she cried, causing him to laugh.

"Don't you want me?" the demon asked. Annie felt her revulsion for him peak for a moment before desire for the thing in front of her all but overwhelmed her. She knew it was the demon's doing, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling what she did.

"Stop!" she cried, trying to deny the wetness and heat between her legs. Her nipples were so hard that they actually hurt.

"Oh no my dear," the demon replied. "We're just beginning. You see, I owe you."

"Owe me?" Annie asked.

"I came through the portal triumphantly on All Hollow's Eve," the demon explained. "The fool priest had made a mistake and I took full advantage of it!"

"I don't understand?" the redhead said, still trying to fight her desire, but failing. She kept glancing down at the demon's oversized cock and licking her lips.

"I am an old one. I came into this world fully formed," he continued. "Your lover was the first one I saw upon entering your world. I obliterated him with a word."

"You what?" Annie asked, distracted from her lust momentarily.

"Only, he refused to let go of life," the demon said. "Somehow he possessed me. Me!"

"He did what?" Annie asked in shock.

"Your lover took control of me and forced my form into his image," the demon explained. "It should have been impossible, but somehow he did it."

"Why?" Annie asked.

"For you," the demon replied. "He refused to die and lose you."

"No!" the redhead cried.

"Yes," the demon insisted. "You all thought I was possessing him, when in fact, he was the one doing the possessing."

"An you destroyed him for it," Annie said in realization. Her shock and misery were all consuming, or would have been of not for the lust the demon poured into her.

"Not me!" the demon laughed. "The nun."

"What?" Annie asked.

"She was a fool!" the demon replied. "The priest would have figured out the truth, but the nun was too new at dealing with possession. She missed the signs."

"Signs?"

"The nurse told her that I had grown," the demon said, smiling down at Annie as she stroked his full length. She couldn't help herself, although a part of her fought desperately. "It was my body and although your lover fought to keep it in his form, I was able to make some adjustments that his vanity could accept."

"The nun knew that a lesser demon couldn't change a human's body, so she assumed it was an illusion, despite the nurse's warning. She didn't take the time to think of other possibilities."

"And that one mistakes freed you," Annie said, shaking her head as she continued to caress the demon's cock. 

A part of her was horrified at what she was doing and what the demon was telling her, but it was overwhelmed by her burning desire. She couldn't stop herself not matter how hard she tried. The demon's cock was far larger than before. It was dark, veiny and seemed to writhe on it's own, but the sight of it made her mouth water. She kissed the head. The taste nearly overwhelmed her.

"The nun ignored the detective as well," the demon continued. "The trace elements that the forensics lab found weren't from the family's dog. They were all that was left of your lover's body. If the nun had bothered to call the family she would have learned that the dog lived, but she was so sure of herself. I almost feel bad that I killed her. It would have been interesting to see how she reacted to the truth."

"Sister Mary Teresa is dead?" Annie asked.

"And the other man," the demon replied. "Your lover's friend. I wasn't taking any chances this time. I killed them all as soon as I regained control of my body."

Tears fell down Annie's cheeks as she took the demon's cock into her mouth and sucked. She couldn't control her lust, but that didn't mean the rest of her emotions were gone. The loss she felt was far worse than the lust in its way.

"Aren't you curious at what happened to your lover?" the demon asked, taking her chin and pulling her mouth from his cock. He obviously wanted her to focus on what he was saying for a moment. Annie fought hard to clear her mind of her passion, but it was impossible. The demon did something and her desire for him lessoned, if only fractionally, but it was enough for her to focus once again.

"He died," Annie answered in a calm voice. It didn't reflect her true feelings of complete and total loss at all.

"It's not that simple," the demon grinned. "He died days ago, on All Hollow's Eve. This morning was far worse than that. The nun cast him out of my body and forced his soul into Hell!"

"No!" Annie cried, his words breaking through her shock momentarily.

"Oh yes," the demon laughed. "I rewarded her by making her death quick. You won't be so lucky." 

"What are you going to do with me?" Annie asked, almost not caring what the answer was.

"This," the demon grinned, and motioned toward the entrance to the room. "And it's already done."

Annie turned and saw three women standing there, but Annie's eyes focused the Spanish woman first. She was completely naked and obviously pregnant. She was also playing with herself, not that the other two women with her weren't helping.

"Olivia?" Annie asked in surprise as she finally looked at the other women. The blond ignored her and continued to caresses the pregnant woman.

"Tess is the one carry my spawn," the demon explained. "You already know the detective and nurse."

"Are they pregnant too?" Annie asked.

"Not yet. Soon," the demon replied. "But my spawn already grows in you as well. It was my gift to you last night when I rested control from your lover. You should have stayed true to yourself and waited until you were married."

"I don't regret loving and sharing that love," Annie said, realizing it was the truth.

"It will be the death of you," the demon replied coldly. "As you can tell by looking at Tess, my spawn grow quickly, and at birth the mother dies, but don't worry. You're a good soul. I'm sure you'll go to heaven. Sadly, you'll never see your lover again because of it though."

Annie felt something inside of her break. She was so hurt, angry and confused the last time she saw the man she loved. She'd been ready to storm out and never see him again. In fact, that's exactly what she did, or would have if she hadn't been stopped. Yet, now facing the demon she couldn't blame her lover. To deny death and be buried deep in something so monstrous all for her was more than anyone could expect, yet her lover had done it for her. All it cost him was his soul. 

"Of course, if you help me," the demon said pulling her to her feet and standing behind her. Annie felt lust burn through her again. He held her tightly against his body and thrust deep inside of her from behind. "I can slow the growth of my spawn and I'm sure we can find something for you to do that would damn your soul. You can join your lover in Hell when you die."

"It's not what he would want," Annie gasped, glancing behind herself and seeing that the demon now had horns. 

"But what about you?" the demon whispered in her ear as he thrust in and out of her. Suddenly Annie felt another cock between her legs. This one forced itself into her ass. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but she moaned in pleasure. The lust the demon poured into her left her no choice. "What do you want?"

The redhead's only answer was to reach up behind her head with both hands and take his horns, squeezing them as hard as she could. The demon moaned and bit Annie's neck roughly, drawing blood. He continued to thrust both cocks in and out of her. The mixture of pain and pleasure had her completely afire.

Annie tried to fight the demon, but it was useless. She wasn't strong enough. Maybe she would have been if her lover still lived, but he was gone, his soul burning in Hell. She was lost without him. 

The reality of the moment destroyed all the barriers her mind and soul put up against what was happening as the demon's claws raked her breasts and he came, filling both her openings. What broke inside of her only moments earlier now fell apart and disappeared, along with everything that made the redhead Annie. What was left was the body of a woman, shaking in multiple orgasms as the demon continued to spear in and out of her.

"Excellent!" the demon cried. "This is even better!" He came again, filling both of her openings with his cum and waving the other three ladies over. They came willingly, their own needs obvious.

In Hell a soul burned in the most excruciating pain imaginable, but somehow it grew worse as the truth made itself known.



Possessed



The gray-haired woman looked up from behind the register, peering over her reading glasses at the two giggling young women rifling through the wedding gowns. They had come to the thrift store in search of unique costumes for Anna's Halloween party. 

"Ooh, Winn, this looks like your size," Anna said, pulling a dress from the rack. She held the dress up to her friend's chest. "This would look awesome. You'll get Jake's attention for sure."

"Shut up!" Winn blushed. "It's not like that and you know it."

"I know you want it to be 'like that,'" she teased. "And that ain't gonna happen with your usual jeans and t-shirts, the way you hide your body. How's he supposed to know there's a girl in there?" she asked, plucking at the other girl's sleeve. "Look!" Anna turned her friend and guided her to a full-length mirror across the store in the furniture section.

Winn's eyes were wide as she peered at her reflection, the dress against her body. She reached up to touch the white lace of the long sleeves, and held the dress up to her shoulders. The neckline was low, the bodice low-waisted so it would fit snugly across the hips, then the skirt flared out and looked like it would sit just above the ground on her. The woman who had worn this must have been a little shorter than her height of 5'8", but you really couldn't be picky when you were a freshman at the community college with a tight budget.

Plus, she was planning to smudge it with dirt and fake blood, so it in no way needed to be perfect. She was going to be a zombie bride.

Nothing caught Anna's eye, so Winn paid for her dress and they left. After dropping Anna off, Winn's thoughts turned to Jake, as they always did. 

Even though they had grown up in the same small town their entire lives, Winn had never had a conversation with Jake until their junior year in high school. She knew who he was, but they had different circles of friends. Always very shy around new people, Winn's friends were the few she had made in elementary school. She hadn't made a new friend since her age was in single-digits. Part of what had piqued her interest in Jake was that he was also quiet.

She had been sitting behind him one day in English class and they were paired up for an assignment. They worked well together, and she started sitting behind him every day. Chatting online after school helped them overcome their shyness and they grew to know each other well.

Soon, they were inseparable. People at school thought they were dating, but the relationship never went in that direction. They spent time together every day, after school and over the weekend. It didn't take long for Winn to become infatuated. Many times, she had fantasized about how his light brown skin would look pressed against hers. His mother was white, his father black, and in her opinion they had made the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen. She wanted nothing more than to be with him, but she didn't think that he felt the same way.

Guys never seemed to notice her. Perhaps, if they did, they mistook her bashfulness for seeming aloof. She had never been asked out on a date. She hadn't even had a male friend before him, and she didn't have a clue how to tell if someone was interested in her. She certainly didn't want to risk losing his close friendship by admitting feelings of unrequited love.

She was pretty sure it was love. And that it was one-sided. Still, she couldn't stop thinking about him. They still talked every day, and saw each other nearly as much since they both attended the community college.

Her phone rang as she parked her '99 Honda Civic in front of her parents' house.

"Hey, Jake."

"Doing anything?"

"Just got home from the store. I got my costume for Anna's." She glanced at the dress across her back seat, and smiled, thinking that maybe it would get him to see her differently, like Anna said.

"Are you still keeping it a secret?"

"What are you going as?"

"I have that suit I wore to my cousin's wedding, so I'm going to get a hat and mask and be the Green Hornet."

She thought of how hot he had looked in the wedding pictures he was tagged in on Facebook. "Can't wait."

"Wish you'd just tell me what you're going to be. You could be my Kato."

She laughed. "Sorry, my mind's already made up."

"Are you coming over later? I need help with my homework."

"Last time I helped you, you sat drinking coffee while I did all the work."

"Yes." There was a moment of silence that seemed to say, 'and the problem is...?'

"Jesus christ, Jake."

"See you later." He hung up the phone, laughing. She couldn't help smiling, knowing she'd do pretty much anything for him if it made him happy. 

***

Butterflies flip-flopped in her stomach as Winn drove to Anna's house to help her set up for the party. She was unused to wearing snug-fitting clothes, and the neckline was so low... She hoped that she looked nice. For a zombie.

She had powdered her already pale face and chest, shadowed around her eyes, and added some fake blood at the corner of her mouth and on her fingers. She had teased her hair out and it looked like a crazy wig. Glancing in her rearview mirror after she parked, she had to admit that her eyes looked creepy. 

Anna pulled open the front door and a huge grin spread across her face. "Winnifred, my dear, you look amazing!"

"Don't call me that or I'll eat your brains."

"Chelsea brought incense and candles and stuff to have a seance later. Doesn't that sound fucking awesome?"

"Definitely! I've always wanted to be part of one of those. Your parents are cool with it?"

"They went to my aunt's house for a party. They're going to get hammered and spend the night," she laughed. "So we can conjure all the spirits we want, they'll never know."

"What do you still need help with?" Winn offered. They finished putting out snacks and hanging decorations and soon the first guests started to arrive.

Winn was pouring herself a cup of punch, which had eyeballs floating in it, when she heard the door open and turned to see if it was Jake. Her eyes met his, which peered through his black mask, and they stared at each other for a long moment.

Her gaze traveled over his 6'3" frame; the suit fit him perfectly from his broad shoulders down to his long legs. She thought he looked so sexy with that hat and mask on that it made her face grow warm. She saw him look down at her dress, and could have sworn that his stare lingered over her breasts. But he did have a mask on, so she thought she may have imagined it.

Finally, that crooked smile she knew so well settled on his face. "You look great! Very creepy," he said, stepping over to her. "What do you think?" He held his arms out and spun so she could take in every angle of his outfit. She especially liked the view from behind.

"Dashing," she said, smiling up at him. "Ready to save the world from criminals. Punch?" she offered. "Or there's some beer in the fridge if you want one."

Jake went to the kitchen and she went to join the others. About a dozen people had arrived so far, milling around in a wide variety of costumes. Anna, who was a very alluring mermaid, joined Winn, whispering in her ear, "Did you see how gorgeous your friend looks?"

"Yes, Anna, we're all looking at your boobs," she replied dryly. Anna's long, auburn hair made her look like a real life version of Ariel.

"Don't be a smartass. You know who I'm talking about. And I saw him checking you out, too."

Again, Winn felt herself blush. "You're full of shit."

"Am not! Oh, here he comes," she murmured excitedly, leaving Winn to stand alone as Jake sighted her from across the room and approached. Several feet in front of her, he paused to pull his phone from his pocket and read a text. He smiled as he replied, then looked up at Winn.

"Be right back," he said, and left the room. She was confused, but she decided to find somewhere to sit and wait for him to come back.

She almost spat out her punch when she saw him reappear, a fairy stepping up behind him, carrying her wings and removing her coat. She felt a stabbing pain through her chest, and this strange ache in her hands as she watched them approach.

"Winn, this is Erica. Erica, this is my best friend, Winn."

The girl smiled so brightly at her that she found it hard to hate her. She wanted to hate her. 

"It's great to meet you. Jake doesn't stop talking about you." Erica looked from one to the other. "You guys look like the bride and groom at the weirdest wedding ever," she laughed.

"You can't tell I'm the Green Hornet? Don't I look like I could kick some ass?"

"Well where's Kato? He's the one with all the skills," Erica teased.

"Winn wouldn't be my partner," Jake said. She wanted to yell at him that of course she wanted to be his partner, she wanted to be with him always, and she hated herself for not telling him. Now, it was too late.

"Too bad. Where can I get something to drink?" She wandered off in search of the refreshment table. Winn watched her go, jealous of how well she filled out her sparkly lavender dress, and how pretty the color looked against her flawless, mocha skin. She was beautiful. It made her heart ache.

"How come you never mentioned her before?" Winn asked, hoping she was hiding her inner turmoil. She wanted to run up to Anna's room and let the sobs rip out of her chest.

She kept telling herself that she had known he didn't love her the way that she loved him. Still, it hurt to find out the truth, because part of her had hoped. She tried to shove her feelings down deep and keep them from the surface. She couldn't let him know that he was killing her.

"We worked together recently on a project at school. She's cool, you'll like her."

"She seems nice." 

The silence growing between them became the first awkward silence they'd had in years.

***

Chelsea had lit the incense and left it on the fireplace mantle in the dining room. In the center of the large table were three white candles that had not yet been lit. Five other people had volunteered to be part of the seance and sat around the table. Several others had taken seats against the wall, curious enough to watch, but not participate. Someone had Anna's father's video camera to record the seance just in case something did happen. The room was very quiet except for the muted sounds of the other party-goers across the house. The room was dimly lit by the hallway light.

Chelsea sat at the head of the table. To her right was Anna, Anna's boyfriend, Drew, then Erica, Jake, and Winn. Under normal circumstances, Winn would have been tingling all over at the chance to hold hands with Jake. But knowing that Erica would be holding his other hand, and apparently holding his heart as well, was making her want to cry.

"I need to know that everyone in this room, even those who are just witnesses, have an open mind. If you are a skeptic, please leave now." She paused, and when no one stirred, she continued.

"This circle of friends is seeking to communicate with the other side. Let our journey be safe, guided by light." She reached for one of the candles. "Before we light the candles, we should take a moment and imagine them as a beacon to draw friendly spirits to our table."

She passed each candle to Anna, and they passed from hand to hand until Winn gave them back to Chelsea to be lit and placed back in the center of the table.

"It usually helps people focus and remain calm if they hold hands, so let's do that," Chelsea instructed. "Close your eyes, and try to open your mind to those on the other side. Does anyone have someone they'd like to call?" Anna asked if they could try to contact her grandmother, who had passed away several months before.

"Everyone take a few deep, calming breaths," Chelsea began. After a few minutes, she spoke again. "Grandma Jane, we call to you to join us this evening." She repeated this in a slow chant, five or six times.

Winn felt a chill, and Jake squeezed her hand. "Does anyone else think it's a little colder in here?" he asked in a hushed tone.

Chelsea spoke. "If there is someone here who wishes to speak, please give us a sign."

The candles flared brighter for a moment and there was a rap on the table. A few nervous giggles were heard around the room. Everyone had opened their eyes when Jake had spoken, and everyone's hands were clasped with the person next to them, resting on top of the table. It did not appear that someone was faking this.

"Thank you for coming to speak with us. If this is Anna's grandmother, please knock once for yes, twice for no."

There were two raps this time, and a couple of people gasped.

"It's okay everyone, just relax," Chelsea spoke quietly to reassure the others. "Are you a relative of someone at this table?" Two raps: No. "Are you drawn to someone here for any particular reason?"

There was a slight breeze, suddenly, and the flames of the candles twisted in Winn's direction as though someone across from her was blowing on them. Her head fell forward, chin resting on her chest. Startled, Jake opened his mouth to say something, but then Winn raised her head and smiled. 

The voice that spoke was her own, but in some way, it was different. "It has been a long time since I've spoken."

Erica muttered, "Oh, fuck."

Winn started turning her head from side to side, as though she were fighting it, and Jake felt panic rising from his gut as he felt her grip tightening on his hand. "Chelsea, stop this," he pleaded.

Chelsea spoke in a loud, commanding voice. "We thank you for joining us tonight, but we ask that you leave. Please go in peace." She let go of Winn and Anna's hands and extinguished the flames, then turned on the lights. Everyone at the table stood, looking pale and frightened.

"That shouldn't have happened," Chelsea stammered. "We didn't offer to speak for the spirit, that shouldn't have happened like that."

Jake was still seated, holding Winn's hand with both of his own. Her chin had fallen to her chest again. He reached forward to pull her hair away from her face. "Are you okay?" 

A low moan escaped Winn's throat, and she jumped out of her seat to run to the nearest bathroom. Several people followed, including Jake and the guy with the camcorder. 

The door slammed in Jake's face and they heard Winn vomiting loudly in between sobs.

"Turn that fucking thing off," Jake scowled, swatting at the camera. "Winn, can I come in?"

"Go away," she called weakly. He opened the door anyway because she had been in too much of a rush to lock it. As he closed the door behind himself, she dabbed at her mouth with a piece of toilet paper and flushed the toilet. With a sigh, she leaned against the bathtub and laid her head back, savoring the coolness on her neck.

"Are you feeling better now?" Jake crossed the small room and knelt next to her, stroking her matted hair.

"I'm disgusting. Why are you in here?" she asked with her eyes closed. Her face was streaked with tears, her throat sore from stomach acid.

"Because I'm your friend. Let me help you up so you can brush your teeth and wash your face."

She let him help her to her feet and he held her hair up for her to wash away her make-up and tears. After she had rinsed the soap away, she rinsed her mouth.

"Here, Anna can get a new toothbrush," he said, handing her a toothbrush and toothpaste. She brushed her teeth twice, then found some mouthwash.

"I feel a little more human now," she said, smiling up at him weakly.

"Between whatever you did to it before the party and you sweating from when you were channelling that... whatever it was... your hair is a mess," he laughed. 

"Thanks, I feel really good about myself." She felt exhausted.

"Do you want me to wash your hair for you to get the tangles out? Come lean over the side of the tub."

Jake pulled the removeable showerhead down and grabbed bottles of shampoo and conditioner off the shelf, then knelt next to his friend and turned on the water.

"I'll try not to get your dress wet." Once it was warm, he began to wet her hair. "What was it like?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she mumbled. Winn was recovering quickly from her ordeal and starting to get back into herself. She was aware of his body pressing against her as he leaned over her back, and the hot water jetting onto her scalp felt wonderful. When he lathered shampoo into her hair, she almost moaned with pleasure.

What stopped her was the stabbing memory of his fairy friend, Erica.

"Erica's going to wonder what you're doing," she mumbled.

He started rinsing her hair. "Why do you say that?"

"Isn't she your girlfriend?"

She heard him snort, and water splashed the back of her neck and dress. "Hey, watch it!" she yelled.

"I'm sorry, Winn," Jake apologized, putting a towel over her back. He massaged a generous amount of conditioner into her hair, trying to work out the tangles. "We aren't dating. I'm not her type."

How could anyone say he wasn't their type? "What do you mean?"

"She's into chicks. She actually has a girlfriend, but she's away at school, out of state. She was telling me how much she misses her and I asked her to come out tonight to take her mind off it."

Winn suppressed a scream of pure joy. She dared not speak, or else he'd surely hear the foolish smile stretched across her face.

He rinsed her hair in silence, combing his fingers through the long, dark strands. He wrung out the excess water and wrapped her head in a towel.

She sat up, turning towards him. "Thanks for putting me back together," she smiled.

"Is that why you were acting so funny? Because you thought she was my girlfriend?"

"Acting funny?" She tried to play dumb, and averted her gaze. At some point, Jake had removed his jacket, and she could see hints of the muscles of his arms through the thin dress shirt. She felt her heart beating faster. 

He knows. And now he's going to have to let me down, she thought.

"You know, you look really pretty in that dress," he said softly. "I was really scared for you before. Winn, look at me." 

Reluctantly, she complied, looking into his deep brown eyes.

"I'm really glad that you're okay. I..." He let the thought die off. "You know I love you, right?"

She nodded. She couldn't disguise the emotion in her voice as she replied. "I love you, too, Jake."

He smiled, and suddenly his face was moving closer. Before she could panic, his soft lips met hers, and she felt like she was melting into him.

After a minute, they separated, and Winn slowly opened her eyes with a dreamy smile on her face. "Never thought my first kiss would be on a bathroom floor."

Jake's eyes widened. "That was your first kiss, Winn?"

She blushed, nodding. "Can we do it again?" she asked shyly. When their lips locked a second time, it became more intense. Winn felt aroused, and her desire to feel every inch of him was overcoming her insecurities about her inexperience. She tried to focus on every minute detail, but her brain felt addled and overstimulated.

His hands were on her face, neck, and in her damp hair, and the towel fell to the floor. She ran her fingers over his short curls, down the back of his neck, across his shoulders and arms. She couldn't believe how hard his shoulders and arms felt beneath her curious touch. She had never touched a man like this, and she was finding herself turned on by the unyielding strength in his muscles. She ran her hands over his chest, and before she could think twice, she began unbuttoning his dress shirt. He had removed his tie hours ago.

Jake broke their kiss, his hand finding hers and halting her progress with the buttons. "What are you doing, Winn?" he murmured.

"I want you to be my first everything, Jake."

"Right now?" She nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Jake, I've loved you for years. I've wanted this for so long. Now that I know you feel the same way about me, I don't think I can wait. And I don't want to."




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"But we're in a bathroom."

She thought for a moment. "Which adjoins Anna's bedroom."

"But what about protection?"

"I know where she keeps a pack of Trojans."

"But I've never... either."

"So we'll figure it out together." She paused, suddenly uncertain. "Don't you want to?"

He smiled and stood up, pulling her to her feet. Slowly, Jake opened the door into Anna's bedroom and was relieved to see the lights were off and the room was empty. Giggling, Winn closed the door behind them and locked it, then carefully crossed the dark room to turn the lock on the hall door.

As she switched on the bedside lamp, someone in the hallway knocked on the bathroom door and called out, asking if everything was okay.

"What should we do?" Jake asked.

She placed her hands back on his shoulders and kissed him lightly. "Don't worry about them." They heard someone open the bathroom door. A few moments later, they heard a voice.

"Bottom dresser drawer," Anna called from the other side of the bathroom door. Winn felt her face heat up with embarrassment, which was quickly forgotten as she looked up into Jake's eyes.

"Can you help me with this dress? The damn thing has buttons for days."

Of course, he had wondered for a long time what it would be like to be with Winn. He hadn't thought of her romantically when they first became friends, but over the past year had felt his own feelings changing. He had come to the realization that she was the reason he hadn't dated much, but he was afraid to ruin their friendship. 

The moment he saw her in the wedding dress, his mind had conjured images of what she would look like without it. Now that he was about to find out, his fingers were trembling with anticipation, but he managed to unhook the dozen small buttons that stood between him and his fantasy.

As the fabric separated, he realized Winn wasn't wearing a bra, and his heart beat faster. His hands brushed over the smooth skin of her back before skimming across her shoulders, causing the dress to slip down her arms, revealing more of Winn's skin than he had ever seen. The sight of her nude torso was making his erection strain against the fabric of his pants.

Winn removed her arms from the sleeves of the dress, and felt the fabric of the bodice slip away from her bare breasts. She self-consciously crossed her arms in front of herself. Her breathing sounded like shallow gasps inside her head as she felt his large, warm hands run down her sides and push the dress down her hips until it fell around her feet.

"Sorry my panties are so boring," she whispered, referring to her white cotton underwear. She hadn't been expecting anyone except her pet rabbit to see them.

He caressed her arms and brought his mouth to her skin, kissing the back of her neck, causing her to shiver. "I think your panties are sexy," he murmured. "Because they're on you."

She giggled nervously and he turned her to face him.

"You don't have to cover yourself up. I think you're gorgeous, Winn."

"Well it isn't fair that you have all your clothes on. I want to see you." She hesitated, still feeling self-conscious about her modest B-cup breasts, then uncrossed her arms so that she could continue to unbutton Jake's shirt. He looked down at her chest, then watched her undress him.

The last shirt button undone, she ran her hands over his chest and pushed his shirt off of his shoulders. Her finger drew a line down his now exposed chest and abs, then paused, hovering over his fly. He held his breath as her hands brushed against him through the fabric, unzipping his pants. She hooked her thumbs into his waistband and lowered herself to the floor as she pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and helped him step out of them.

Winn swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared at his penis, which was average sized, between 6 and 7 inches, but looked huge to her virgin gaze. She reached out to lightly stroke the skin of his shaft with one finger, mesmerized by the way that it seemed to leap at her touch, and at how soft the skin was at the tip. She ran her finger over the moisture at the slit, spreading it around. When Jake made a soft moaning sound, she felt a strange sensation down low and became aware of how wet she was between her legs.

She had tried to find as much sex education information as she could online, because she was, like any other teenager, curious about sex and reluctant to discuss the intimate details with her parents. She had read about oral sex, and been a little freaked out at the thought of it, but now that she knelt here in front of the person that she loved, she wanted to taste him.

And from hearing about Anna's first time, she thought it would be a good idea to pleasure Jake first so that he would last longer when they had sex.

She leaned in, her right hand wrapped around his length, and ran her tongue over the tip. She was surprised to find she didn't mind the taste. After a few teasing licks, she took the head into her mouth, and was encouraged by the noises coming from above her head. She moved her curled fingers to the base of his shaft, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could without triggering her gag reflex. She moved her head, sliding him in and out of her mouth, and felt his hand rest gently on the back of her head.

She felt a rush of excitement, feeling so naughty about what she was doing, and the fact that she was enjoying it. She experimented with different hand motions and different speeds, alternatively licking and sucking on just the head and taking the rest into her mouth. It didn't seem like very long before Jake warned her that he was going to come. She pulled her mouth away and stroked him vigorously until she was rewarded with hot streams of cum. She let some go onto her tongue because she wanted to taste it, and more shot onto her neck and chest.

Winn looked up at Jake and smiled as he looked back down at her, panting. "I'm sorry, I made a mess," he apologized. She reached for the hem of her dress and wiped at her neck and chest before rising to her feet.

"That was fun," she confessed, then felt herself blush. 

"I thought so," he breathed. "I'm glad that you did, too." He held her face and kissed her, then guided her closer to the bed. "Lay down, Winn." After she laid on her back on Anna's full-sized bed, he lay next to her, facing her.

While kissing her, Jake moved his hand across her flat stomach and up to her breasts. She arched her back slightly and moaned as he ran his thumb over her nipple, then squeezed it gently. She moaned even louder when he flicked the other nipple with his tongue. As he suckled on her, listening to her whimper in pleasure, trying to keep quiet, he felt himself start to stiffen again.

Just as she had been curious about his penis, he was anxious to take off her panties. He kissed her tummy as he moved down her body, then pulled off her panties. "They're soaked," he murmured, and Winn gave him that shy smile again. 

As he began to kiss her thighs, he could feel her trembling slightly beneath him. Winn whispered, "Oh, God, I'm so nervous, Jake."

He reached up to hold her hand, moving his mouth up her thigh and across her pelvis. She gasped as his mouth brushed across the dusting of hair on her mound. Her scent was making his mind reel. He wanted to bury his face in her wet slit. Instead, he rained soft, slow kisses down her lips and then up the crease of her thigh.

Hearing her soft moan as he parted her folds and licked her hardened clitoris, he became more erect. His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, then moved lower to explore her opening before sliding in his finger.

Feeling self-conscious, afraid someone may hear, Winn was trying to stay quiet, but it was becoming a challenge. Of course, she had touched herself before, and had orgasms, but nothing had compared to this. As she felt her climax approaching, she realized she had started moving her hips, and she couldn't control the noises coming from her mouth.

"Unh, Jake, oh, God," she whimpered, and he concentrated his attentions on her clit, increasing the intensity of his motions until she trembled and bucked beneath him. Jake smiled, and continued to lap at her until her cries quieted and she lay still, breathing heavily. 

"That was beautiful," he murmured as he lay down facing her, stroking the side of her flushed face. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "So... bottom dresser drawer, right?" he asked. 

She nodded, laughing. Winn admired his naked bottom as he went to get a condom, then couldn't tear her eyes away from his swollen manhood as he walked back toward the bed. She was still in a state of disbelief about the whole thing.

She had felt extremely relaxed after he brought her to orgasm, but when he lay down next to her with the condom packet in his hand, she began to wonder if it would hurt. 

Jake kissed her tenderly, sensing her apprehension. "We don't have to do this yet, Winn. It's up to you."

She reached out and laid her palm on his chest, feeling his heart racing. "Are you nervous, too?"

"Yeah. I don't want to hurt you."

"I know. Just go slow."

"How do you... Do you want me to be on top?"

Blushing again, she nodded. He positioned himself over her, and she felt him pressing near her opening. She held her breath and tensed as she felt him slowly push the head inside of her, stretching her painfully. She gripped his shoulders tightly, looking into his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She whispered her assent and he slowly entered her, an inch at a time, until he was completely buried inside of her.

"Just stay like this for a minute," Winn breathed. After a minute, she nodded and Jake slowly withdrew, then pressed into her again, closing his eyes, enjoying her tight, slippery heat. As he pumped in and out of her, the pain faded to discomfort, and then, to her amazement, the discomfort gave way to pleasurable feelings.

Small sounds of pleasure coming from her throat, Jake began to kiss her neck. His lips fluttered down to her breasts, and he took her nipple into his mouth. She felt a burst of pleasure, and gasped.

"Unh, unh, unh..." The noises escaped her lips with the rhythm of his thrusts as he slightly increased the pace. She had her legs wrapped around his hips, and began raising herself to meet his thrusts. The sounds of their ragged breathing filled the room, and they gazed into each other's eyes.

Winn felt like she was seeing Jake for the first time. Suddenly, she felt the intensity of her climax radiate through her, and she cried out his name. 

Jake watched her neck arch as she threw her head back, and felt her vaginal muscles contracting around him. It was too much. With a grunt, he plunged into her, filling the condom.

He spoke her name softly, over and over, showering her neck and face with kisses. After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, he climbed back into bed with her, pulling her close. She nestled against him, breathing him in, and she kissed his chest. 

He pressed his chin against the top of her head. "How do you feel?"

She smiled. "Best party ever."

Their euphoria was broken as a chill passed over their nude bodies, and the light turned off on its own volition. They both screamed and leaped out of bed, finding and hastily pulling on their clothes by the faint light coming under the bathroom and hallway doors. They bolted from the room, yelling Chelsea's name.

An amused, mischievous spirit watched them flee.

The End ~ Don't forget to vote!



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You may have noticed that Because of Calan was removed. Well I'm having trouble continuing the story without becoming too typical, but I'm working on it to bring it back. As a replacement I decided to give ya'll a new paranormal story and I hope you like it!!!

N.A.O.

"My son!"

The king yelled in anguish as he reached out his arms as if they could reach his son from the depths of the clouds. He turned around to grab a weapon, but was attacked from behind; the smell of sulfur assaulting his brain. The claws of the demon tore into his back and their shrill laugh stung his ears. The coppery taste of blood dripped from his mouth and his eyes blurred with tears of pain. He was helpless and as he was turned over he saw his wife being held above him in the arms of Zalton. His blue hair blew in the breeze and he threw his head back as he observed the destruction.

"How does it feel to be one of your lower subjects? Look around at the torment you've brought onto your people. All you had to do was give me the stones."

Zalton grabbed the queen around her neck and squeezed tightly. The rubies on her neck glistened and gleamed.

"Tell me where the stones are!"

His wife's eyes turned towards his and she shook her head. The king closed his eyes and ground his teeth mustering the strength.

"Never!"

Zalton roared in anger as he threw the queen to the ground. He signaled his demons to her broken body and they attacked with glee, ripping her body to shreds. The king threw his head back and screamed. Zalton walked over to him and kneeled down with a dagger hovered above the king's heart.

"Where is Azreal? I already have Xaos....don't make them suffer more than they should because of your defiance."

The king took a deep breath and prayed to the Heavens for the safety of his children. "Go to Hell."

He fell back down to the ground and sighed a breath of reluctance before his body went still. Zalton felt the fury envelope his eyes as he stabbed the lifeless form of the king. He rose and turned toward the female demon that held Xaos.

"Search this land until you find the other bastard. Kill everyone in sight. I don't want any survivors."

Xirena nodded and bowed. "As you wish master." She smiled, her fangs gleaming in the light, and vanished with the child. Zalton looked around as a fire raged hungrily, destroying the castle that lay in the opening he walked away towards the death.

Naveon watched silently as they destroyed the home he and his brother helped rule. Tears running down his cheeks as he gazed down at the bundle in his arms and felt sorry for Azreal. He wasn't even a year old, yet he was in more danger than he could imagine. Naveon prayed silently that he would be able to keep him safe, but he feared it was too late for his brother. Turning away he motioned for the small child near him to come close as they ran deeply into the forest.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"Azreal you're not paying attention to me."

Azreal turned his attention to the blond that sat in front of him. Her breasts nearly fell from the short pink dress she had donned on her body. Her hair was fluffed to the extreme and her lips were puffed out and swollen. All glossy and sticky, advertising their mediocre skills. Her eyes were heavy with eyeliner and the contacts of the week were blue. Her eyes roamed across her body and he knew what she was imagining. Her hands imbedded deep with is white hair that held a tint of blue. Her body grinding on top of his as her nails dug deep into his chest, his muscles tightening under him as she rode him. His gold eyes glazed with lust as she screamed his name.

"I am paying attention to you honey. I'm just thinking about what I plan on doing to you tonight."

Her blue eyes brightened and then narrowed heavily as her pink tongue snaked out and licked her already wet lips. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her cliché antics.

The waited walked over to their table. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Azreal waved him away. "No that's all. If we could have the check please?"

The waiter nodded and walked off. Azreal reached into his pocket and pulled out the black American Express along with a fifty dollar bill. He laid it on the table to tip the waiter, even though he'd been looking down Brittany's....no Brandy's dress all night. He prepared himself for another night of dry sex when his phone began to ring. He pulled it out and sighed in relief as he saw Niko's number on the screen.

"Hello?"

Niko's gruff voice came from the other end. "Az you need to get over here now!"

Azreal frowned at the phone as Niko hung up. "I'm sorry honey, but I won't be able to be with you tonight."

Brandy frowned and sighed. "All right honey bunches I'll see you at my house?"

Azreal cringed at the pet name. "I'll try to make it."

He sent Brandy off to her home in the limousine they took to the restaurant. He walked over to towards the alley and looked around, making sure no one was watching. He vanished his body a combination of molecules dispersing to send him through the air towards Nikos' home. He appeared on the front porch and the door was immediately pulled open to reveal a man with a braid of brown hair running down his back.

"Took you long enough."

Azreal rolled his eyes and stepped inside the home. "Nice to see you too cousin."

Niko smiled and shook his head. "Still with the blonde bimbo? Keara?"

Azreal looked around in confusion. "I thought her name was Brandy?"

Niko laughed, his fangs making a quick appearance. "No, her name is Keara dumbass. You've been fucking her for how long?"

Azreal shrugged and took off his coat. "So what's the emergency?"

Niko brought him towards the back past the photos of them growing up together. Smaller versions of them in various acts from playing baseball games to birthday parties. He felt a pang in his heart as he thought about the twin brother he would never know. His uncle and a few of the survivors that had made it through that tragic day had searched for centuries for him. It was assumed his twin had been killed and his set of the stones taken from him. Azreal was pulled from his thoughts as another brown haired man stepped out of a nearby door and pulled him into a bear hug.

"Azreal! You didn't tell me you were coming by."

Azreal returned the embrace. "Uncle, you should tell Niko that having his hair that long makes people think he likes to play for his home team."

Niko growled while his father laughed. Naveon looked at Azreal with the same identical eyes as Niko. A piercing, glittering silver surrounded by a dark green band with a tiny sliver of purple that resembled their pupil. His face was rough and hardened by the harsh life he'd gone through. His body built like a warriors', which made sense considering he was the head of their army. He followed them down towards the basement that was bombarded with enough weapons, books, and electronics to give the biggest doomsday preparer a hard-on.

"Niko you should really think about cleaning this place up."

Niko shook his head. "Nah, Keiliana doesn't come down here so it's no big deal."

Azreal smirked and went to sit down in the few chairs that weren't occupied by papers. "So what's the news? Keiliana finally broke free of your spell and left?"

A twinkling laugh followed that comment as Nikos' mate came down the stairs. "That was a good one Az, but you know he'd be lost without m-...Niko! This place is a mess!"

Niko ducked his head and walked over to the petite redhead that barely reached his chest. He picked her up and pulled her into his chest. "I'm sorry beautiful, but you're not supposed to come down here."

Niko began kissing her on her neck, she threw her head back laughing and squealing at his assault.

"Okay...OKAY! You win!" He sat her down and shooed her back up the stairs.

"Don't come down again or I'll tie you to the bed."

Keiliana smiled sweetly. "But that sounds more like a reward than a punishment."

Niko laughed and walked towards a pile of something that was covered by a sheet. Removing the sheet he revealed a lifeless form. Its pale skin tinged blue and gray. The being had limbs that resembled human arms and legs, but the 'hands' were made of three long fingers and the 'feet' were claws. They had no face instead a small mouth and two small slits were the only thing that dictated their back from their front.

Azreal frowned as his uncle made a sound of disgust. Naveon turned to his son and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Niko how many times have I told you not to play with your food?"

Niko looked at him with a bored expression. "Since when do I eat demons dad? That would be cannibalistic don't you think?"

Naveon thought for a moment. "Well I guess I'm a cannibal."

Azreal chuckled while Niko shook his head. "No I wanted to show this and besides it's not dead, I just stunned it."

Naveon reached behind his back and pulled out a jagged dagger with markings on it. Moving towards the demon he prepared to strike it, but was stopped by Niko.

"Dad please, I found it while I was out last night and well he saw me and I think he thought I was you."

Niko put his hands out in front of him and sent a bolt of electricity through the demons' form. It gasped and began to screech, Niko grabbed it around the neck holding it down. It began to sniff the air and then laughed evilly.

"Naveon...."

Naveons' blood ran cold as he heard the familiar voice of the demon that had killed his mate. The demon cackled as he smelled the spicy scent of Naveons' rage.

"How is your mate....oops she's dead."

Naveon roared and moved to attack, but Azreal grabbed him from behind, struggling to keep him back.

Niko growled at the being, tightening his grip around its' neck. "Tell him what you told me."

The demon gasped. "Xaos, he lives...."

Naveon froze in place along with Azreal. Niko looked down at the demon and opened his mouth. His mouth stretched and expanded until a double row of teeth were revealed, he leaned into the demon and held his head over its mouth and began to breath in. A black cloud began to rise slowly from the demon as Niko began to eat its essence. Its form began to shrink and shrivel up until there was nothing but a decayed carcass laying in front of them. It's mouth opened wide in a soundless cry, representing the suffering it just endured. Niko turned to them with his eyes black as night, a multitude of voices escaped his body as he spoke to them.

"Sorry you had to see that, I have to go."

He vanished before them, taking the demon with him. Azreal looked to his uncle and was shocked by the look he saw.

"Uncle you can't trust what he said. For all we know it could be a trap."

Naveon shook his head. "No...I could taste the truth."

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"Beat him until he screams."

The grotesque demon forms reared their limbs back and forth beating the form that laid chained to the ground. The white hair was streaked with black and blood and fell down a back that bore scars trying to mend.

Xirena squealed in delight as her minions began to beat the form with more vigor. "That's it, I want this floor covered in his blood."

The smell of copper filled the air along with the sounds of flesh being torn open again and again. Yet the man on the ground didn't move nor make a noise. His spirit unwilling to break and succumb to their wishes. Xirena held her hand up, signaling them to stop, and walked over to grab the man by his hair. She yanked his head up revealing blood red eyes set in a face that would make angels sigh.

"You shouldn't disobey your master Xaos. I want you to scream!"

Xaos spit in her face and laughed. "Fuck you bitch."

Xirena screamed and fell back as she wiped her face. She looked at him angrily and motioned to the largest demon, but a heavy voice entered the room.

"Xirena leave him alone. You've played enough for today, we have work to do."

Xirena growled and turned back to Xaos. "You'll suffer greatly tomorrow."

Xaos kept his body tense as the demons for Xirena out of the dungeon. When he knew for sure they had left he let his body relax and immediately regretted the decision. His body was on fire from the torture she brought him every day. His wounds struggling to heal, and his skin felt as if it had been torn into ribbons. He didn't know how much more of this he could take before he took death upon himself. It was unclear to him why he was punished as he was, he tensed as he felt a presence come back into the room.

"Lift up your eyes Xaos."

Xaos kept his head down, the defiance earning him a blade in the side. His hissed and reluctantly raised his head to glare at Zalton, his blue hair framing a face that was aristocratic and chiseled to perfection. But his eyes...his eyes were fathomless pools of darkness, pure black.

"Good boy, I've decided I've had a change of heart. I'm going to let you go...for a price."

Xaos spit in Zaltons' face. "Fuck you. I don't believe anything you say."

Zalton resisted the urge to kill the being in front of him and instead wiped his face calmly. Reaching into his coat he pulled out a crude dagger made of gold. The blade covered in etchings made of swirls and symbols. Along with the dagger there was a bag containing what looked to be black sand, but it's true contents were the scattered ashes of virgin souls. Their purity a potent equivalent to what humans knew as truth serum. Zalton put the blade on his tongue and dug deeply until flesh began to tear and blood began to pour. He dipped his fingers into the small bag and rubbed a bit of the ashes into the wound he'd just created. He hissed as his mouth began to burn deeply. The purity of the soul flowing through his veins and battling the hatred that he faithfully lived off of.

"I speak the truth."

Xaos let his guard down a little. "What's the price?"

Zalton spoke carefully. "Your life for another..."

Xaos raised his brows realizing what was being demanded. "Who do I need to kill?"

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Xayde stepped back to admire his work. The blond was strapped tightly to the table, her hands outstretched and her neck chained only allowing him minimal movement. Her legs were tied to the legs of the table; spread wide revealing her sex covered in her juices, swollen and pink. Her ass was raised high waiting for him to dish out his punishment. Walking towards her he picked up the kangaroo axel whip, it's tips colored a blood red. Raising his hands he brought the whip down, a rush of air cooling her body before it was heated by the sting of the toy. He smiled cruelly enjoying the intake of breath as her body adjusted to the pain. He raised his arm once more and brought it down again across her back. She cried softly and arched her back, Xayde pushed her head back into the wooden table.

"Don't move."

He walked over towards his wall and admired all or his toys until he came upon his favorite. Taking the anal hook down he walked towards his sub once more and dipped the toy first into her wet sex and then deeply into her ass. Taking the chain that hung from it he clipped it into place on the metal chocker she wore. Grabbing the whip once more he drove his cock deep into her warm body and began to fuck her relentlessly. His arms coming down engraving her body with the markings of the whip and his cock filling her body, stretching her. The blond began to cry out in lust as the pain turned into pleasure making her wetter, her sex tightening around Xaydes' cock. She moaned loudly as an orgasm tore through her body breaking her apart. Xayde pulled out with a roar and moved to unlock the blond from her chains. Turning her over on the table she tensed as she saw the anger swirling deeply in his eyes.

"Did you ask to come?"

She shook her head. "No master."

Xayde grabbed her around the neck and squeezed before re-entering her body once more. The blond began to fight for breath as he applied pressure to her neck. Her breasts moved up and down with the force of his strokes as he plowed deeply into her body. Xayde felt his own orgasm coursing through his body as he tightened his hold even more on her neck, pulling out he pulled the blond off of the table and slid his cock into between her hungry lips. Her eyes were watery as she struggled for breath around his thickness. His back tightened and arched as he felt himself come deeply down her throat. She moaned and grabbed her breasts as she felt the hot trickle of his essence pour into her mouth. He pulled out and moved to stand over the table as their pants filled the air.

Xayde looked across his shoulder and smiled softly. "Was I too rough?"

The sub shook her head, a dazed satisfaction on her face. "No master."

Xayde pointed towards the bathroom on the far side of the room. "Go ahead and clean up."

She nodded and rose from the floor on weak knees that barely carried her to the bathroom before she collapsed on the floor again. Xayde turned as the vibrations of his phone reached his ear, walking over he smiled as he saw the name on the caller id.

"Teliana...."

A husky laugh came from the other end. "Did I interrupt something, bear?"

Xayde smirked. "No, what's going on?"

"Nothing we're going out tonight and I thought maybe you'd want to tag along and play bodyguard. I'll make it worth your while."

Xayde looked towards the table and began to grow hard imagining Telianas' brown skin glowing softly under the lights as he buried his cock deeply within her body. Her hair, wild and full of curls, spilling across his lap as she took him deeply in her mouth. Dark eyes laden with lust as he tasted her lips. "Hmmmm...."

She laughed once more. "Not like that perv. I'm talking about buying you a drink or house sitting for free."

Now it was Xayde's turn to laugh. "House sitting would only benefit you, love."

She sighed softly into the receiver. "Yeah you're right. You have such a beautiful house, I can't help that I want to make it my own."

Xayde shook his head. "Just tell me the place and I'll meet you there."

"Cool, meet us at The Palace."

"I'll be there in fifteen."

Xayde hung up the phone and turned to see the blond dressed in the business attire she'd worn over. Her eyes still held a taste of lust as she gazed upon him.

"Thank you master."

 He inclined his head as she walked from the room upstairs and out the front door. Running his fingers through his hair he sighed and closed his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong.

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"It's packed tonight!"

Teliana laughed as her friend Michelle began to shake her ass and bounce up and down on top of Micah's lap. Micah rubbed her shaved head and smacked Michelle's ass, which caused Michelle to begin gyrating on Micah's lap.

Micah laughed and looked at Teliana with baby blue eyes. "Who allowed her to drink?"

Teliana giggled. "You ordered the drinks remember? Or are you trying to blame this on me?"

Ducking her head Micah smiled and gave Michelle a kiss. Michelle bit her lip and turned around to bend over giving Micah a view of the body she knew so well. Micah leaned forward and licked Michelle's inner thigh making her shiver and moan softly.

"Oooh baby, let's go home. I bought a double sided dildo for us to try. Wait! I brought a vibrator with me, we can use it now."

Teliana nearly spit out her drink listening to Michelle. Micah shook her head. "No baby, we can't play in public. I get jealous when other people hear you scream."

Michelle licked her lips and threw her hair across her shoulder. "I only scream for you."




Possessed



Teliana shook her head as the two continued to talk and Michelle continued to barter to have sex in the club. The crowd began to shift, making a way a huge form to walk through. The oxygen was instantly sucked out of the place as Xayde walked into the opening. His dark hair molded away from his face in an aristocratic style. His eyes, one silver and one green, watching the crowd intently and daring anyone to challenge him. He possessed golden skin that begged to be licked, that was stretched tightly across a heavily muscled body that stood well over six feet. He smiled as he saw her and Teliana couldn't resist smiling back, even though she lacked the feelings of lust she was sure she was supposed to feel when she saw him. Of course there had to be something wrong with her, maybe it was because it had been so long since she last had sex. She nearly melted at the smell of his cologne, a toxic blend of woodsy allure and spicy lust. He reached down and pulled her into his body switching places with her and sitting her on his lap.

"Hey love."

She smiled and shook her head. "Hey gorgeous, so who did you just have sex with and how?"

He smirked. "A gentleman never kisses and tells sweetheart. But if you want to know all you have to do is come by and I'd be glad to give you a demonstration."

Teliana laughed. "I may just take you up on that offer."

Just then a passing waitress came to their table. Her skirt barely covered the pale skin that stretched over long, slim legs. Her shirt was tight and covered handmade breasts that were picture perfect. Her over plump lips parted as she gazed at Xayde.

"Is there anything I can get for you?"

Xayde met her overly made up eyes. "Brandy is fine."

She smiled as she was rewarded with a sweeping glance of his eyes on her ass. "Of course."

Teliana raised her brows. "Can you at least go an hour?"

He shrugged. "It's not my fault that I incite lust in every woman I see."

She threw her head back and laughed. "So I know a drink won't suffice for payment so what else do I owe you?"

Xayde eyed her body. "A taste of you."

Teliana rolled her eyes. "Bear, you can't have me."

Michelle piped in. "Why do you call him that?"

"Because even though he looks all bad he's just my teddy bear. Plus he's great at cuddling."

Xayde grimaced. "Teliana, honey, you're going to ruin my rep on the streets."

"Oh that's right Mr. I Can Kill with a Look."

Xayde growled and buried his face in her neck. Teliana laughed and smacked at his head with her hands. "Stop it!"

Xayde pulled his head back and smiled, but then his face turned. A serious expression replacing the one he just wore as he gazed through the crowd. He sniffed lightly and swore he smelled the faint scent of vanilla flow towards him. He licked his lips absently and for a moment forgot where he was as he allowed his body to warm and his eyes to change. Teliana's voice brought him back to his surroundings.

"Hello?! Earth to Xayde." Her hands were waving wildly in front of his face.

Xayde plastered on a smile hoping she didn't see what was happening. "Sorry I jus-"

"Completely ignored what I was saying. We're going to have an intervention about this sex problem of yours."

Xayde sighed in relief, she hadn't realized anything different about him. "Yep we are, love. Maybe you could lead the intervention...naked."

"If you insist."