3 comments/ 22926 views/ 6 favorites Posessions Ch. 01 By: RedFredHunter It danced between the massive trees of a concrete jungle, skipping off a roof and sliding across power lines. It tiptoed – if the incorpreal entity could even say it had toes – across window sills, and then leaped across the alleyway. The thing was searching, always searching... it was a hot summer night, after all, and even in the city, somebody was bound to leave a window open... Ah. There. The girl never stood a chance as it moved to take her. It simply forced itself upon her, ethereal limbs gripping at her jaw and forcing her mouth open, before plunging into her throat with its entire length, splitting her open. Its essence flooded into her, pulsing through her body as she kicked and struggled, a silent scream trying to tear itself out of her body. Her attacker persisted as it wrapped around her struggling limbs, taut muscle – my she was a toned one, the spirit noted – shaking as it tried to resist against unseen and unstoppable force. Suddenly, it was over as the invader curled around her heart, and took control. She lay still, breath heavy from the exertion of her struggle not seconds ago, chest heaving as slender fingers relaxed from around her throat. Her fingernails were long – not fashionably so - but long enough to be felt as they were dragged down from her neck across soft flesh and between her breasts, a small smile curling lips that had once been open in a silent scream. Her eyes flickered around the room, and soon she spotted it; the full length mirror sitting in a corner. Slipping out of bed, the girl blinked once, the smile dancing across her eyes now curling her lips as she surveyed her new shell. Her eyes had changed, that was the first clue of the spirit's presence inside of her. Anyone could see that underneath the almost hypnotic blue glow were a pair of emerald orbs, surrounded by a sprinkling of light freckles between and slightly underneath them on her face and perky button nose. Honey blonde hair flowed around her shoulder and down her back from her scalp, ending just low enough to cover her breasts; a pair of firm bumps on her chest that she could just fit into the palms of her dainty hands, the fingers attached to which now worked at her pyjama shirt to release them into the cold night air. This one didn't sleep with a bra, she noted, and while the pyjama top fell into a puddle of fabric on the floor her chest breathed free. Sun-kissed skin and toned muscles undulated in the pale grey slice of moonlight that bisected the room. Dancing between light and shadow, she turned around and watched her silhouette in profile, eyes fixed to the shape of her new body. Returning to the mirror, she turned her back to it and pulled her loose pyjama bottoms tight against her ass, eyes demurely appreciating the bounty wrapped up within the light cotton fabric. She shook it playfully, giggling as she did so, and spun around in a mock pirouette, letting hair fly and spin, falling around her chest and perversely preserving her modesty. Her hands began to trace slow, lazy curves over her arms before moving to her throat, clutching at her chin as she scratched at her lips with one finger. Then her attention turned to smooth stomach and again to her firm breasts, letting nails drag across areola and nipples, a quick lick moistening the tip of one finger to draw wet lines across her side and hips. Another lick, and the hand pressed against her stomach slipped down underneath the loose elastic around her waist, and a soft moan was soon followed by a wide grin and more experimentation in that region as her knees shuddered. Another hand found her nipple of equal interest, and began pinching and pulling as the hand below matched the rhythm of the hand above. She bit on her lip to keep from becoming too loud, though her grin was ineraseable as her knees dropped to the floor and her back hit the carpet. Moving faster and faster, her body shuddered and twisted as her breathing came fast and ragged, heavy as a delighted squeal accompanied the discovery of her clitoris. She threw her head back, back arching with ecstasy as her body bucked and flesh moistened. The girl's silent scream now became one of utter delight as her body climaxed, sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling through flesh and soul, her hand wet with secretions and skin caked with sweat. Breathing fast and shallow, she relaxed, letting her limbs ly akimbo as she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, as if opening them would let the climax bouncing around inside of her head a way of escape. Her ear, instead, was the traitor; through the floor, she heard the soft chuckle. Briefly, she could hear the crash and bang of a video, and the light laughter that followed. Young, the voice was. Young and healthy. Lips curled into a smile, and bright blue eyes burned with ghostfire. = Her new prey was barely an adult, having left child behind a few years ago, standing there with hair as dark and unkempt as a raven having been put through a blender, sharp but dark brown eyes and the lean build of a runner. This was somewhat spoiled by the slapped silly expression twisting the face into an amusing blend of confusion and naked lust. Still, anyone would have had the same reaction as they answered the door to the sight of a young nubile woman, not a shred of fabric above her waist and nothing dry below, her face flustered with rosy cheeks, chest heaving perky breasts with her hot, shallow breath and grin as wide and curved as a saber's edge. She glanced down, eyes twinkling at what she saw, and stepped into the room, curling her arms around a neck and mashing her lips into hers. The door clicked firmly shut behind the two women. //End Notes; Well, this was a quickie; just a hair over a thousand words. That means its worth a picture, isn't it? At least a comment, I hope; please tell me how I write, and how I can improve. Its been a pleasure writing this for you all! Till next time, Fred Posessions Ch. 02 She staggered as arms curled around her, as the intruder's lips mashed against hers. The raven haired girl was built taller, willowy and thin, breasts proportionately smaller and hair shorter than the one clawing at her back. But it didn't matter; momentum did, and that carried the two of them, stumbling, through the room. Tip toes slipping, knees knocking and arms flailing the girls fought to keep upright. Their path carried them past the coffee table and over the arm of the love seat and onto the softer bed of cushions in a jumble of female flesh and rushed kisses. Naked to the moonlight and the shifting glow of the television set, honey blond hair framed her eyes as they burned. She pounced with lust renewed. Tongue parted lips once more, and hot breath washed over cold cheeks as the raven haired girl struggled as her mouth was savaged. The motions of her chest came shallow and fast, pumping air through nose and whatever gaps her mouth could create. Her struggle renewed as she felt hand on chest; she kicked and clawed, but could find no purchase, only hot, sweaty flesh as it writhed to coil around her. Like a boneless snake the tanned blonde's arms curled and wrapped; she found her hands pinned to the couch, her legs were parted and somewhere -- and without the sensation of the blonde's tongue in her mouth leaving -- her shirt was ripped off and thrown aside. Knee or shin, something fleshy and hard, slipped between her thighs. Penetration was impossible, but friction would suffice. A helping knee provided push while the toned thigh pulled, sawing with smooth skin and rippling muscle against moistening flesh and her shorts' ever darkening blue. The raven haired one mewled, panting as the rape of tongue turned to gentle kisses, first down to bony chin and then up along pointed jaw. Her ear rumbled with lusty breath and satisfied peck. Her own voice was but a whimper, wordless begging and resigned surrender. A new sensation rocked her world as two palms slapped down on her breasts. At first pain as her fleshy globes recoiled from the impact, and then a stinging pleasure as the unfamiliar hands went through familiar motions. Squeeze and tug, rub and press. Back arched, toes curled as fingertips found nipples and an unearthly cold slipped between skin and soul. "Wh-" She pulled away, struggle renewed, but her jerk was enough to throw them to the ground. Retaliation, that was it. Desperate, struggling, she came down hard on the blonde. Hands once cupping breasts were now on the floor. Thighs still moist from their friction cooled in the damp air. The television brightened as sun replaced night, and bathed them in a cold yellow glow. She straddled the honey blonde, breath short and shallow to contrast the unearthly steady calm of her opposite. Her breasts -- larger than the sun-tanned girl's - yielded to gravity. Fleshy globes that swayed, an offer open to the knowing lips underneath her. A smile, an attack. Teeth clamped on nipple and a cry ripped the air. "N-" Jaws opened, a lusty maw hung agape. Cold ectoplasm leaped from wide and open smile into struggling mouth. Shrieks ripped their way upwards, trying to break out, but none escaped the new invasion. No tongues, this time, but the resulting silence was the same. The one being mounted smiled, a gentle caress of rib and waist sending the body above into pleasured shivering, before bucking hips made the mounting one's purpose clear. Obstacles needed to be removed. Soggy fabric slapped against wood, and the two stood once more. Facing each other, eyes dancing with delight, the blonde one knelt, arms curling around thighs and clasping buttocks. Moist lips met waiting lips, and again the tongue would part and intrude. Noses breathed in musky aroma as gentle moans and soft wordless cries suffused the air, flesh slapping together as the naked bodies twisted into a tangle. In the mix of flesh and lust, hand met breast and slit spread wide as it ground against thigh. Soon, heated breath warmed the room as tongue circled breast and arms curled around head. The raven haired one giggled, turning squeal into a throaty laugh as she licked and purred. Moaning, whimpering from the newfound pleasures, the blonde leaned back as cheek rubbed against thigh, and a gasp communicated what words could not. Writhing as tongue lashed against clitoris, knees bucked and ankles jittered as tips of short black hair poked at her sensitive flesh, the bobbing head working its way up and down her reddened slit. A leg formed an unwieldly collar of flesh and muscle, pressing the girl's head closer, and hands reached up to pleasure breasts. Her body twisted, face contorting in pleasure as her voice joined her heat in the air around them. Tongue swirled, stabbed, and competed with fingers to try and reach deeper. Flattened against her inner walls or twisting around like a writhing snake, her hips answered flick with buck, the tongue's scrape with twisting thighs and as pleasure reached its zenith an arched back to raise her off the ground as her climax jolted up and down her spine. The blonde became boneless pleasure, almost melting to spread the floor like so much butter over bread. She collapsed, relaxed, and huskily mewled in the afterglow of her orgasm. Knowing, smiling, the raven haired one's eyes burned as she licked her lips, and climbed up. Clawing her way up, she straddled the blonde yet again, and leaned down to let her partner revel in the taste of their pleasure. Wordless whispers, the ebb and flow of breath and saliva interplayed with touch and tug, push and rub as fingers dipped and tongues slashed. The honey blonde and the raven haired rolled across the floor. Above, below, side to side they experimented, tasted, touched and smelt. Kisses covered their bodies and with it the nectar of their nether lips. Both were curled around each other, bathed in warmth. One purred and the other echoed her pleasure. Above them, something creaked. Again. Then again. Footsteps, padding across the room upstairs. Both smiled, matching eyes burning bright in the night.