Page 44 of Possess Us
‘Why?’
He looks down at me. The black and white face paint smudged and streaked. Blood dried over his cheeks, neck and brow.
‘Because, Little Human Sacrifice, if you don’t, I will make you scream in a way that onlyIwill enjoy.’ He sweeps my mattedhair over my shoulder before trailing his fingers gently down my neck. His fingers encase my throat, and he gives a light squeeze. ‘Go inside and do as you have sworn to do.’
He leans in and places a chaste kiss on my lips. I taste the remnants of his cigarette. His lips are cold, and as I let out a breath, I realise that his exhalations don’t create the same fog mine do.
Is the body he inhabits now dead? Is that why he is cold, and I can’t see his breath? His chest rises and falls slowly, calmly breathing as he looks down at me. His dark hair falls over his equally dark eyes. He pulls me closer by my throat.
‘Will you do this for us, Sweet Little Sacrifice?’ he asks, his words a soft caress. An erotic enticement. ‘Or do I have to make you?’
I find myself nodding, utterly compelled by the Demon Lord of Pain. Not through fear, but a dark and depraved need to please him. To make him proud.
‘That’s a good girl. Now kiss me.’
Still gripping my throat, he makes me take a step closer before claiming my mouth. His tongue glides into my open mouth, and his cold breath mixes with mine. Our embrace softens before deepening again. My heart races so hard I wonder if he can feel it as his chest meets mine. He needs to lean down as my head tilts back. As I release a soft moan, a growl rumbles from his chest as though the demon inside is relishing in this as much as I am. Two hands rest on my hip. Lust presses himself into my back, his erection digging into me as his mouth works my neck. I’m aching for their touch. The heat between my legs builds quickly. A desperate and ravenous need to feel them fill me. Touch my pussy. Fuck me hard. Right here. Right now!
Pain snatches my chin and guides my face to the side, where Lust claims my mouth. His tongue runs against mine. His kiss is deep and unrelenting as he presses himself against my back,pinning me between the two of them. Pain then snatches my mouth back for himself, kissing me hard. His teeth clamp down on my lip. The metallic taste of blood seeps into my mouth as he pulls my lip in and sucks. His eyes are open, watching me closely as he swallows my blood.
The world around us could be a million miles away. The crowd continue to pass and I know they are looking. I hear their mutterings. Their disapproval of the blood-soaked nurse pinned between two hot as fuck guys being shared like a filthy whore.
Not my words. But someone's.
And I don’t give a fuck.
‘I can smell your arousal,’ Lust whispers in my ear as Pain ravages my mouth. ‘Is your beautiful little cunt wet? Is it desperate? Let me check.’
His hand slides down, past my ass and between my thighs. The tips of his fingers glide up, move my underwear aside, and three fingers ease into me. His hands are cold, and I feel myself clench around him.
‘Oh yes,’ he whispers, burying his face into my neck. ‘Soaking wet. Still warm from when I filled you with my cum. Spread your legs a little more.’
I do, giving him more room. Onlookers glance at us and whisper or shake their heads. Some look on with intrigue. Their eyes take in every aspect of our kiss. Of Pain’s hand around my throat. His mouth desperately claiming mine. Of Lust kissing, sucking and nipping at my neck. The way his hand moves between my legs. Their eyes are hooded. Their lips parted. Their movements are slow as they pass. They want to stay. They want to watch. They want to play too.
When Lust pulls his fingers from my pussy, Pain pulls back from our kiss and holds Lust’s hand in front of my mouth.
‘Clean them.’
I take his fingers into my mouth, licking and sucking them clean.
Fuck I want them. I need them.
‘Now go. Make us proud to call you ours.’ Pain steps back, clearing the path to the haunted house.
I stand straighter, determined, and walk towards the former insane asylum.
My heels clack against the stone steps. The doors are open, allowing anyone and everyone inside. I peer up at the solid steel doors towering above me. Gargoyles peer down, all looking deranged. Fangs protrude from open mouths. Beady eyes glare at me. Huge claws grip the edges of the building, and sharp bat wings are poised to take flight.
When I look back, Pain and Lust are both standing there. Side by side. Hands in pockets. Backs straight.
Lust’s loose blonde curls blow gently in the wind before he pulls down his white mask, covering his face from view.
Pain is unreadable. A hauntingly beautiful skeleton with soulless eyes looking straight through me and into my soul.
I blow a kiss to my demons, spin on my heel, and stride inside.
Demon number three.
Here I come.
