Page 6 of Possess Us

Lust

F inally, I can feel her. I can smell her and taste her. And by the grace of Hell itself, she is everything I expected and more.

I smell the purity on her. The light in her soul that I will taint and turn black.

The desperate need for vengeance that stains her.

I have watched this beautiful human for years, aching for the chance to get my hands on her.

To take her for my own. To have her wrapped around me in a union of sweat, blood, tears and desperation.

Beneath my grip, I feel her quickened pulse. I feel the slight tremble of her body as she sees me. Finally.

Her new lord and master. The owner of her immortal soul and destroyer of her body.

She’s mine. At last.

And I will never let her go.

I keep my grip on her throat and pull her down to me. Her lips press against mine. My tongue caresses hers softly and slowly. A teasing and tantalising movement that causes her body to break out in goosebumps. Her eyes remain open, watching me intently. She’s scared of me. She should be.

And then she kisses me back, sinking into me as I knew she would.

Our lips move, her jagged and nervous breaths mix with my slow and steady ones.

I get a little gasp from her when I slide my hand up the back of her thigh to pull her closer still, and deepen our kiss with a low moan.

Still, she doesn’t dare close her eyes. Fuck, I love watching her. She towers over me, her hand pressed against my chest as she kisses me hard. She glances at my chest, realising I don’t have a heartbeat.

It’s not enough. I need her all over me.

I need to wrap myself around her, fill her, fuck her until she screams and begs for mercy.

Mercy, I will never show. I want to hear her moan so fucking loud that all the other humans here think that the souls of the damned have risen.

I need the agony of her fingernails drawing blood down my back.

Her pleas to be ripped from her throat and her back to break when she cums for me over and over again.

She yelps when I pull her onto my lap, placing her legs on either side of my hips so she’s straddling me.

I grip her hips, moving them back and forth.

My cock is throbbing with a need to sink into her.

To feel her stretch around me. I’m relieved this vessel is so well endowed.

Tyler was blessed with a great body. Now I can use it on my Little Soul in a way he never could.

Her hand runs through my hair, and the minx tugs at the ends, making me grin.

That’s my girl. Pleasure and pain. Two sides of the same wonderful coin.

I can’t wait to show her just how much.

She yells as the girl who was sucking Tyler’s dick with her pulls on the ends of her hair, yanking her head back. Our lips part, and I fill with so much fucking murderous rage I could tear the cunt’s head clean off and spit down her neck.

My hands tighten on Willow’s hips, keeping her in place before she can be pulled clean off me.

She’s not going anywhere. And this girl is going to pay for making her yell.

Only my demon brothers and I get that honour.

Oh. She’s going to pay.

‘I was here first,’ the girl snarls in my Little Soul’s face.

‘This is my party! And he is mine tonight!’ She grabs Willow’s bunny mask and rips it off.

Disgust fills her features when she recognises who Willow is.

When she realises whose mouth she has been sharing a dick with.

‘You?’ She looks her up and down with a repulsed sneer, and I hate the look on Willow’s face.

The hurt. The anger. The child-like fear.

She’s hurt my Little Soul before. Sometime. Some place long ago.

‘Dirty little orphan,’ she bites out at her. ‘Why are you even here? You frigid, ugly little-’

I rest my hand on her cheek. When her eyes meet mine, I see her soul. Her rotten, festering soul. I see all the evil things she has done. All her sins lay before me, and I judge her worthy of my gifts.

Her pupils widen and shrink over and over before her expression becomes sweet and compliant.

I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. I know her greatest fears and the source of her pain.

I guide her head back down into my lap, and she sucks me in.

Then I look up at my Little Soul. She watches the whore suck my dick, so I pull her focus back to mine, guiding her face to mine.

‘Take them off,’ I order.

‘Take what off?’ she asks, her voice quiet and tinged with the hurt the spiteful human speared her with.

I lean in close and whisper in her ear, ‘Your underwear. Take them off. Then turn around and sit on me.’

Her eyes widen, a beautiful shimmer of uncertainty reflecting in her hazel pools.

‘People are watching.’

‘If I need to tell you again, Little Soul, you will be crawling out of here instead of walking. Do you hear me?’

She stands, takes a shaky little breath and glances around her. But she does as I tell her and hooks her thumbs around the waistband of her silk underwear. Nervously, she shimmies them down her legs.

I hold out my hand expectantly.

She gives them to me.

I did consider leaving her bare underneath when we dressed her in the dead girl’s costume. But I do so enjoy taking clothes off.

She looks down at the girl still unskilfully bobbing up and down on my cock, and I know she’s filled with jealousy. But she’ll soon see that this is for her. For my Little Soul.

I nod for her to sit.

She turns and places a leg on each side of my hips. I guide her down until her bare backside is on my lower stomach and her back is against my chest. I lift her legs, placing her stilettoed feet on my knees. They dig in, and it is a beautiful kind of pain I would only ever tolerate from her.

Then I widen them, spreading her legs with mine. Her body trembles as she grips the edges of the chair, and I expose her sweet cunt for all to see.

For this bitch of a human to see. I already know the jealousy in her eyes.

‘Let’s play, Little Soul,’ I whisper in her ear. ‘Your enemy is mine. I want to make her squirm for you.’

I take the whore’s wrist and pull myself free of her mouth, then use her hand to stroke me back and forth. She grins, thinking she’s won.

She’s not won a damn thing.

Using her hand, I guide the tip of my cock to my Little Soul’s sweet pussy. The whore’s eye twitches, but she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t give in. If this is what I want, she will give it to me.

Together, we ease my cock inside her.

And it is fan-fucking-tastic.

My face buries in Willow’s neck, and it’s all I can do not to bite down and draw blood. A deep and beautiful moan climbs out from my throat as I drive my hips upwards, pushing my long, slick cock up into her pussy from behind.

‘Fuck…’ she moans, her head falling forward as I fill her up. She watches me ease deeper inside her, curved to meet her passage.

Clamping down on her hips, I start to move us both, thrusting up as I pull her down. The whore has a great view of me fucking her enemy.

She is bubbling with utter rage, watching us together.

I love it. And by the way Willow smiles, I know she appreciates my efforts.

The whore goes to leave, but I hold her wrist, stopping her.

‘Stay,’ I say, pulling her closer.

My power is already building. After years of Tyler choosing me to worship in exchange for his gifts, his body is primed to accept me.

To contain me and handle my magic. It took years to get here, but I knew I had to as soon as I saw Willow.

As soon as she was used as our conduit, we all knew.

She was ours to keep. Ours to claim. And now we are taking what we are owed and giving her everything she deserves.

I aim my influence at the whore, and it doesn’t take much. She’s already desperate for his body. For the powerful mate. For the feeling of being wanted and desired. To be lusted for more than any other. And I simply amplify that.

And I know what this girl did to my sweet Little Soul. I know what she put her through.

She made her cry.

Only my brothers and I get to do that. So the whore has to pay.

‘Stay,’ I repeat. ‘For me.’

Her eyes soften, and she nods, putting on a sultry attempt at a smile.

I know my influence has her. Soon it will spread.

My hand twists in her hair, pushing her down between mine and Willow’s legs.

But I don’t guide her to me.

I have no more need or want of any other. I have my girl exactly where I want her, and no other will touch me ever again.

Her mouth meets my Little Soul’s clit.

She’s still for a moment, and I slow my thrusts, waiting to see what Willow does.

The whore sucks on her bundle of nerves, and Willow hisses a swear word as that tongue flicks and circles her. My thrusts become deeper. I take her hand and rest it atop the whore’s head. She’s in control now. She’s pleasuring her. She looks into my eyes.

Fuck… me…

It’s like looking into an abyss and having the abyss look right back at you.

A supa-fucking-nova igniting right before my eyes.

I never want to look at anything else for as long as I breathe.

Part of me considers plucking them from her head so I can see them whenever needed.

So no one else can ever dare glimpse what belongs to me.

I won’t. I’ll just keep all of her.

Easier. And it will make her happier not having her eyes plucked out.

I rest my hand on hers and curl our fingers in the whore’s hair. We have a good grip and push her harder onto Willow as I reclaim her mouth.

She repositions her feet, putting her heels on her lower back, the stiletto tips digging into the leather hotpants of the whore’s cat costume.

I need more. I want more! My own passion and lust slip into overdrive as my influence spreads further, claiming more of those around us.

The more lustful they become, the more lustful I become and the further my power spreads.