Page 19 of Possess Us
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.
