Page 56 of Possess Us
‘You look so beautiful,’ I admire.
My thumb keeps rubbing her throbbing bundle of nerves, and I send a particularly large scorpion to crawl all over her exposed pussy and thighs.
‘Do you give up, Pretty Prey?’ I repeat.
Her lips tremble. Then they part.
I wait, expecting her to beg. To plead for me to stop.
This extraordinary creature doesn’t, though. No. She opens her lips wide, and slowly she sticks out her tongue. Her eyes drift down to my cock as though she’s starving.
‘Are you a cock hungry little whore?’
She nods.
‘That’s a good fucking girl.’
I rise onto my knees, grip her hair tighter, and guide her open and willing mouth onto my slick cock.
I fuck her mouth without mercy, driving myself as far down that dainty little throat of hers as I can go. Right down to the goddamn hilt, as she gags and tenses around me. I see her bulge as I force myself into her. My hips move with skill, and my fingers knot in her hair as I pull and push her onto me. The sounds she makes have me moaning.
‘Oh fuck,’ I groan. ‘You were made for this. For me. For my violence. For my fear.’
My head falls back and my eyes close as I relish her mouth's feel. Her lips seal around me. Spit falls from her chin. Her stomach tenses as she gags. Her toes curl.
I still my hips and make her fuck me, slamming her head into me. Back and forth like she’s nothing but the little fuck toy she is. My warm hole to fill and fuck.
I drive her onto me, my cock thoroughly filling her throat, and hold her there.
She can’t breathe.
‘I want you to die, my cock choking you.’ I can’t help but grin. ‘Look at me. Look me in the eye, my little whore. Look your death in the eye.’
She tries to pull back.
No fucking chance.
‘Your soul already belongs to us. Now your body is ours to own too. To destroy and claim. Your throat is mine, and I will watch the life leave your pretty eyes as I fuck it raw.’
Her lashes flutter, and her eyes roll into the back of her head before she falls limp again.
And that burst of fear feeds me to my core. I throw my head back and roar, every muscle in this body tensed and surging with strength.
It’s precisely what I needed. I have secured myself in this vessel. Stolen this male’s form for my own.
Through gritted teeth, I look down at my prize. My chest rises and falls with need. With power. I pull out and drop her head. The thud brings her back to me, and she’s coughing and twitching again. As she returns to the world of the living, I stand and wave my hand, dismissing the insects. They crawl away, leaving her naked and perfect.
I return between her thighs, rest the stump of my wrist against my severed hand, which is still buried deep between her legs, and reattach it. I feel her so well. How she moulds around me. The fear and anticipation.
‘Can you take more?’ I ask.
Her eyes widen. After a second, she nods.
I push in further, sinking my thumb in.
‘Don’t move,’ I warn her. ‘I don’t want to injure you.’
Panting and disoriented, she watches as I masterfully manoeuvre myself inside her.
