Page 13 of Scaredy Cat

Zach

I knew the moment she came that Matt was a goner. The way her sweet cunt clenched around me like a velvet vice was enough to spell it out for me. Stacey was almost mine, and she'd proven it with that knife. The girl had power, and with me, she'd have more than she ever dreamed of.

I thrust harder, my hands gripping her hips, and pulled her down onto Matt's lifeless body. Her scream of release turned to a sob as I pushed her face into the wound she'd created, marking her with his blood.

It was a consecration of sorts—a bloody baptism into a new life. With me.

Her sobs vibrated through her body, and I felt her walls tighten even more around me.

The pressure combined with the flesh of her pussy tugging at the piercings on my cock was too much for any part of my psyche to withstand.

I pounded into her one last time, feeling myself explode within her.

I gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, my own body trembling with the force of my climax.

Then, spent, I slipped out of her, our fluids mingling and dripping down her thighs. I turned her onto her back, and finally, I got a good look at her face. Her eyes were wild, a mixture of exhaustion and horror, as she stared at Matt's body.

There was a new energy about her, an aura that practically radiated off her porcelain skin. The purple mist swirled and writhed around her in full force, a tangible manifestation of the power she now possessed.

Stacey's breath came in ragged gasps, and her eyes flickered to me, then down to where I'd just withdrawn from her body. I saw the moment she realized what we'd done, and a shudder ran through her.

"It's okay, little kitty," I whispered, and spoke to her tenderly to soothe her. "He deserved it. You are meant for so much more. Like me. And now, you and I - we're bound together."

The look on her face—it was priceless. I couldn't hold back my satisfied smile as she realized the weight of her actions.

Fuck, humanity was so wretched and I loved it.

She was mine, body and soon her fucking soul.

And the best part? She'd done it all of her own free will.

Her eyes flicked back to Matt, and she seemed to realize something. "His soul..." She reached out a shaking hand to touch the dead man’s chest where the knife was still embedded, as if she could feel the soul lingering within.

I smirked. "Souls don't just disappear, Stacey. They're powerful things, and now you've got one as a bargaining chip."

Stacey's expression was a mix of awe and fear as she considered the implications of what I'd just told her. "What do I do with it?" she whispered.

Reaching out, I ran a finger down her blood-streaked cheek. "That, my little kitty, is to appease the devil. You'll present this to him as a token of your loyalty, and I won't have to completely drain you of your abilities."

I could see the reluctance in her eyes, the fear of fully committing to the path she'd started down. Stacey was a smart one, probably thinking about the consequences of her actions.

"You're special, Stacey. I wouldn't pick just anyone to spend my existence with. But you..." I gestured to the chaotic scene we'd created, "You're something else. I can make you stronger than you ever thought possible. We have a connection now, one that is deeper than anything you can imagine."

She pulled at her torn sweater and tried to push her skirt down to hide the fluids that clung to her thighs there. Her eyes darted to Matt's body, and she shivered. "Do I have to... will there be more... like him?"

My lips twisted into a smirk and I leaned forward to straighten the cat ears on top of her head. "Killing is my forte, not yours, little kitty. You won't have to get your hands dirty again unless, of course, you want to. It can even be fun, a rush of power that you won't find anywhere else."

I reached down and tilted her chin up, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Give yourself to me, Stacey. Bind your soul to mine."

Her eyes, wide and terrified, searched my face. Under normal circumstances, we could have talked about this. But, Halloween was almost over.

"I'm not boring you, am I?" I glanced at my watch—11:49 pm. "Time's ticking, and I’ve got about ten minutes before I’m dragged back to hell. So, I kind of need an answer."

Stacey bit her lip, and I could see the internal struggle playing out. She was beautiful like this, destroyed in such a primal way. Covered in blood and cum and drunk off her own powers. So much more willing like this.

"No more killing... by me, I mean. Unless it's absolutely necessary," she whispered.

I laughed, a deep, genuine sound. "I can handle the dirty work, but I need your soul, Stacey. It's the only way we can truly be together."

She hesitated, and I grew impatient. Reaching down, I coated my fingers in Matt's still-warm blood and shoved them into her mouth. She choked, her eyes watering as she sputtered and gagged. "Please, stop!"

I withdrew my hand, a twisted sneer on my face. "All you have to do is say yes, Stacey. It's that simple. You want this, I can see it in your eyes. Don't deny it. Don't deny yourself."

Her eyes, full of unshed tears, pleaded with me as she warred with herself.

Laughing, I reached for Matt's lifeless body, my hand coating his blood once more as I tore the knife from his chest. Stacey's eyes widened, the horror reflected there only fueling my amusement. I trailed the bloody knife down her stomach, watching her skin pebble with goosebumps.

"What's the matter, little kitty? You want me to stop?" I asked, my tone taunting. Knowing she didn’t need too much more convincing, I dipped the hand holding the knife between her legs, using the end of the handle to press onto her clit. She tried to wriggle away, but I held her hips firmly.

"Zach, please," she choked out, her voice strained.

I smirked. "Please what? Seems fear and fucking is the only way to get you to cooperate with me." I slipped the end of the smooth handle inside her, thrusting slowly as her body reacted instinctively.

" No, stop ," she panted, her eyes screwed shut.

I leaned in close to her ear, my breath tickling her skin. "Say yes, Stacey. Give me your soul."

I pushed the hilt in further, careful not to cut myself on the blade as I held it steady in my grasp.

“I love how twisted you are. If only you could see how well your cunt wraps those swollen lips around my knife. It’s so greedy. So beautiful.”

She moaned and I felt her thighs clench around my wrist causing the blade to bite into my hand and her inner thighs.

Stacey’s eyes shot open as she looked down and saw thin cuts start to bleed through their sudden openings.

I gently nudged her thighs apart and removed the knife handle from her and tossed it aside.

Paying no mind to the pain in my hand, I concentrated on Stacey’s cuts instead and bent my head between her legs to lap at the blood pooling out of her cuts and her head dropped back down with a groan as she writhed on the floor.

My fingers replaced the space where my knife had just been and continued with a relentless rhythm, and I felt her body beginning to respond despite her earlier protests.

"Zach," she gasped, her hands pushing at my shoulders. But her hips betrayed her, rising to meet my touch.

"Come on, Stacey. One little word is all it takes, and I'll make you feel so good. Forever. Just imagine it, pet." I quickened my pace, my thumb rubbing circles around her clit.

"No, I can't," she whispered, even as her body arched off the ground.

I chuckled, pulling my fingers away. "Seems like you're not enjoying this after all." Her eyes landed on mine, and I could see the desperation in their depths.

"Please, Zach, don't stop," she begged.

I shook my head, a mockery of disappointment. "Looks like we're at an impasse. You see, I won't finish what I started unless you say yes." I flicked her clit once, watching her body jerk in response. "So, what'll it be, Stacey? Are you ready to give in?"

Her chest heaved as she struggled for breath, her eyes glazed with desire. "I... I," she stammered, her body betraying her with each pulse of pleasure.

Reaching down, I rubbed her slowly, watching her bite her lip to stifle a moan. "You can, Stacey. I know you can." I brushed her hair away from her face, studying her conflicted expression. "It's the last step, little kitty. Just one last little choice."

She whimpered, her body tensing. "I... I need a minute."

The clock was ticking, and I let her know it. "Four minutes, Stacey. That's all we've got before this offer expires."

She opened her mouth, about to protest, so I shut her up by plunging my fingers back inside her. This time, I went in rough, pressing deep and curling my fingers to hit her G-spot. Her eyes rolled back, and her breath caught in her throat. Her walls clenched around me, begging for release.

I kept my thumb on her clit, rubbing circles while I pumped my fingers in and out. She was so close, I could feel it. But I held back, denying her that final push she needed.

" Fuck , please," she begged. "I'm close. Don't stop."

I chuckled, my thumb never ceasing its motion. "Say yes, Stacey. Give in."

She shook her head, but her hips rose off the ground, seeking more friction. "I can't," she panted. "It's too much."

I withdrew my hand, slick with her arousal, and trailed my fingers up her body, ghosting over her sensitive nipples. She moaned, arching her back, seeking more contact.

"You want this, Stacey," I whispered. "You want me to make you mine. Don't deny it. You've felt the magic that lives inside you. Felt me inside you. You can't turn back now. You're already mine. Say it."

Her eyes flickered open, and she met my gaze. I saw the conflict there, the internal struggle she was waging. I knew she was on the brink, both physically and emotionally. I just needed to push her a little further.

I looked down at this gorgeous little creature before me. She was soaked, a complete mess with our cum still leaking out of her cunt from before. Her body begged for release and she was about to agree to my terms, I could smell it on her. The resignation.

I slipped two fingers inside her, scissoring them to stretch her open. Her hips bucked, seeking more stimulation.

"That's it, little kitty," I purred. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," she moaned, her head tossing from side to side. "Please, Zach, don't stop."

"Then say it," I demanded. "Give me your soul."

I curled my fingers, finding that sweet spot within her. Her body bowed off the ground, her breath coming in short gasps. "Zach, I'm so fucking close. Please!"

I held her gaze as I moved down her body to suck at her clit, nibbling the bundle of nerves between my teeth. "Then give me your soul, Stacey. It's the only way."

She was sobbing again, her body shaking with the effort of holding back, and oh, how I loved making a mess of her. "I can't, it's too big of a choice."

I moved my face back between her legs and sucked on one of the cuts that was steadily dripping blood again.

We locked eyes and I saw her look down to my blood-soaked mouth and she bit her lip while eliciting a moan.

I held her gaze as I took it a step further and spit on her pussy, saliva and blood startling her abused flesh.

“Oh, God.” She choked out, ashamed of herself for the way she fucking loved what I had done.

“There’s no God in this, Stacey.” I moved my fingers hard and fast now in tandem with sucking her clit into my mouth to worship it with the flat of my tongue. I pulled back only for a moment, my mouth still covered in blood and now with her juices. "There’s just you. And me. And the devil.”

1 minute left.

I sat up to leverage myself and began to fuck her with my fingers at an alarming pace with my right hand, while my left hand pressed into the bottom of her pelvis. She sat up on her elbows, looking panicked as she tried to grab my wrist and I knew I just needed one more thing…

My tongue snaked out of my mouth and I let her see it in its demon form, all pink and long and forked for her pleasure.

"Yes!" She cried out, her body convulsing as her pussy squeezed my fingers. Then, she was gushing in waves all over my hand, my forearm, and my pants that were still down around my knees.

I felt her soul surrender to mine, a delicious rush that made my own climax just minutes ago seem minuscule in comparison. She was mine now, fully and completely.

And I intended to keep her.

Stacey lay trembling beneath me, her eyes closed as she rode out the waves of her release. "It's done," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her sobs. "Take it, all of it."

I leaned down and sealed our deal with a kiss, tasting the sweetness of her surrender. "That's my girl," I murmured against her lips.

The clock in the distance started chiming and Matt’s body burst into flames beside us. I grabbed Stacey close to me as she screamed and watched in horror at the show the devil was putting on for her.

“What was that?” She gasped and hugged herself to my chest as she straddled my lap on the floor and buried her head in my shoulder.

“Just the big man downstairs letting us know he accepted our terms.”

Stacey shuddered and I kissed the top of her head. “This is only the beginning, little witch. Don’t be scared, I’ve got you.”

I could feel her nod against my skin and when she pulled back, the purple haze that had clung to her all evening evaporated, leaving us in the normal lighting of the room.

She had a shy smile on her face, her drawn on whiskers a streaked mess from her tears and face being fucked into Matt’s body and the floor.

She was magnificent.

"Now," I grinned at her and tucked some dark and red strands of hair behind her ear. “Do you still want to go to that party?”