Possession (Dark Possessions Book 3) (4 page)

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A
s the sun rose up toward noon, Yasmin breathed in deep. Lust. Lust everywhere. Very, very soon, all would be ready. She could even smell the lust of that poor, misguided demon-hunter. Good. She wanted so very badly for him to feel pleasure. She hoped that he was happy. She hoped he was having a fun little orgasm to take his violent thoughts away for a while. It seemed like he was having far too many of those as of late.

Soon, Gerald would fall right into the trap she had laid for him. And then he would become part of something greater than he had ever imagined.

Yasmin descended down toward her cellar where her Dark Lord awaited, surrounded by tall dark posts and flanked by an enormous metal altar sporting dozens of erotica figures. His enormous shadowy form was corporeal now, though not made flesh. He needed a vessel for that—someone willing, or someone made willing.

She could hear him groan audibly as she approached. That was the only speech he could form, so far. All around his gigantic frame were thick chains—the chains that had been carried with him for thousands of years, when a cult of fanatics had imprisoned him. Over the last several months, Yasmin had weakened those chains, bit by bit, enough to grant him and therefore herself (and therefore again, him) even more pleasure.

Dropping to her knees, she crawled toward him, overcome with her lust. This lust had grown more and more with the more power she had unlocked for him, and lately she had been coming down several times a day to attend to his needs.

“Please, my Lord,” she begged as she drew close, pressing her head to the stones of the floor. “Please let me give you the pleasure you deserve, oh please!”

Countless others in this town she had transformed or manipulated, altering their wills and minds as simply as a cook prepared a meal.

But in front of her Lord, her thoughts were pure. She wanted only to serve him. Please him. Obey him. She became a desperate, hot, worshipful schoolgirl, endlessly in love with everything about the Male who dominated her existence.

Desperate and needy, she wanted to taste the hot darkness of his endless lust spilling inside of her mouth, her throat, her womb, in whichever place he wished.

If he were to cum endlessly for decades, she would be content to kneel in front of the stream the whole time, having her very soul soaked in his perfect hot seed.

His shadowed form tensed for several moments, and then from it, there formed a visible head and shaft of an enormous shadowy cock. Gleefully, she attended to it, taking his enormity into her mouth. She knew that she was one of the few who had been crafted according to his specifications—one of the few who could take him without being injured or damaged in the slightest.

Her gorgeous, overexcited body was so sensitive to his presence that she came immediately upon tasting him, her pussy almost vibrating from the speed and intensity of the orgasms being delivered to her all at once. Her tits bounced and slapped against each other sexily as she bobbed her head forward on his massive, perfect cock. It tasted like pure sin, wicked and delightful, giving her cum after cum, and Yasmin felt her mind turning off, and on, and off again as the orgasms kept hitting.

She welcomed the hot blinking feeling of her thoughts no longer existing again and again, all sense of self disappearing, ready to be filled with whatever her Master decided. She could sense his incumbent orgasm, the walls shaking as he began to bless her with his hot spunk.

He unleashed inside of her body, his gloriously hot gift filling up her belly with shot after shot of forceful, endlessly perfect seed. It was hot and gooey running into her body, the very same as any cum from a man, just more potent and tasting even more delicious. Over time, he sprayed less and less, pints turning to cups, and cups turning to tablespoons. She swallowed all the she could, obedient little cumslut that she was for him.

Any that landed on her face disappeared almost immediately, absorbing into Yasmin’s hot, perfectly pale skin. They would have made her more gorgeous—though of course, that was hardly possible. She was as gorgeous as any woman could hope to be. Otherwise, she would not be so favored by her Lord.

And almost just as soon as his blessing had ended, her Dark Lord dissipated. Yasmin felt a strong pang of disappointment, but overcame it. Disappointment was a distraction to her Master’s purpose.

Someone was approaching, of course. Only Yasmin was attuned to be in her Dark Lord's presence. A security measure. If any human other than her tried to see him when he was not fully ready to complete the ritual, then he would be entirely invisible from all eyes, even Yasmin’s, just as he had become now. That way, she could not give away his location or behavior on accident.

She heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Olivia, dressed in sexy hot violet lingerie, her face shiny with dried cum.

“Gerald is coming, Mistress” she said softly. “We should prepare, so that we may serve.”

Yasmin couldn’t agree more.

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O
livia was waiting on a thick, fur rug for Gerald to come down the stairs. This time, he would fuck her. This time, she would win. Yasmin waited with her, Olivia in her lap, kissing the pale beauty happily. Yasmin wore crimson red lingerie, the sexy material contrasting hotly with her pale skin. It was a similar outfit to Olivia’s—lacy bra and panties, tight stockings, a sexy collar with a little gold loop in the throat—just of a different color. It was fun dressing so much like another girl just to serve a man.

She could have sworn that Yasmin had some other motive...that she wanted to serve someone or something else. But of course, that didn’t make any sense. How could anyone want anyone else when Gerald was around?

Above them, they could hear the store bell ringing, and then the door slamming. His stomps were audible. He seemed angry, swearing and calling out.

“I hope he is not so upset,” cooed Olivia. “I want him to be
so
happy.”

Yasmin stroked her hair, delivering accented coos. “He will be, darling. I guarantee it.”

“Olivia!” Gerald called down the cellar.

“Here, my love!” Olivia called upward.

He stomped down the marble stairs, clearly ready for anything.

“Olivia, I’m here to...here to...oh, wow...”

Yasmin had started kissing Olivia, and Olivia was happy to reciprocate. Yasmin was so very beautiful. She was such an amazingly generous woman, giving Olivia this hot violet collar to make her such a good, obedient loveslave. Olivia couldn’t wait for them both to fuck Gerald, as he so clearly deserved. Olivia’s hot ass slid against Yasmin’s lap, so happy to serve and be hers and hers alone.

Pulling away, Yasmin laughed delightedly. Her enormous breasts jiggled enticingly against Olivia’s.

“Do you like us, Sir? We knew you liked Olivia. You must surely like the both of us all dolled up, just for you.”

“N-no...no! I won’t let you do this!”

He pulled out a large flask and tossed it at the ground right in front of them. A thick cloud of smoke exploded upward, covering the both of them in sweet-smelling vapor.

When it cleared, they saw Gerald’s look of smug satisfaction turn to horror.

“I don’t...I don’t understand,” he said, coming closer, examining the cloud. “That...that’s supposed to destroy any evil it ever encounters. It was supposed to just...wipe it right out. I paid
dearly
for it. I gave up five years of my life to study how to make that!”

“Oh, darling,” Yasmin laughed. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m not evil. I’m just sexy. Now, won’t you
please
come here and fuck us both like you so clearly deserve?”

“You deserve it,” Olivia nodded, sliding up off of Yasmin and stroking her hot young teen body as she got on her knees. “You’re so brave and strong, Gerald. Come fuck me with your big, brave cock. Please?”

Gerald wasn’t moving, still stunned that his tactics hadn’t worked. Yasmin smiled and stood up, strutting over toward him in her tight red lingerie. She slid up against him, enveloping his muscled arm in her tits. She blew in his ear, licking it softly. He was stiff all over.

“Please, Gerald?” Yasmin whispered. “Please? Won’t you fuck her pussy? Won’t you complete our hot little ritual? We’re just hot, sexy babes who don’t know what to think or how to be without your cock inside of us. If you fuck us hard...we’ll know what to think forever. Please? You’ll like it so much.”

“N-noo,” he gasped, as Yasmin began to tug at his cock. “No. It’s evil.”

“I thought we went over this, darling.” Yasmin stroked his hair. “It’s not evil. It’s fun!” Her green eyes glimmered. “You’ll get to have all the fun you ever wanted. All the hotties you’ve ever dreamt of, worshipping your hot cock. Won’t that be a delight?”

He pushed Yasmin away, and for a moment, Olivia was disheartened...but then he came straight toward her. He pushed her back on the fur, and Olivia spread her legs right away. He ripped away her panties like they were nothing. Then her bra, exposing her hot, young teenage tits. His pants quickly came down, his big, meaty length revealed once more.

“Can’t take anymore,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking hot, Olivia. I’ve needed this.”

“Oh
yes
,” she moaned. “
I’ve
needed this too! Please, Sir! Hurry!”

“Oh...god,” his thick, long cock slid at last inside of Olivia. “You’re sooo tight.”

“That’s because you’re my first, Gerald,” she cooed. “I wanted you for sooo long.”

That only seemed to encourage him to fuck her harder, not gentler. Oh, good. It was
so
good. As Gerald fucked her, he seemed to get more intense, more...dare she say it? More demonic. His fingernails clawed into her back, he bit her shoulder and left a deep red mark.

But her hot young beauty seemed to be too much for him. His thrusts were so hard, so fast. He was going to cum soon. She could feel him bucking.

If Olivia had the presence of mind to notice, she would have seen Yasmin chanting as he rocketed inside of her.

His cum spilled inside her, and all the darkness in the room rushed toward inside of his mouth. There was a long, earthy, primeval moan that emanated from his body. Olivia had never felt anything so hot, so powerful, flooding in her all at once. It overwhelmed her completely. She felt her body lifted up with bliss.

She had passed out. She didn’t realize it until she woke up, seeing Gerald on his knees beside her, starting to stand up.

Except...it wasn’t Gerald, of course. It was...someone else. Something else?

“Olivia,” not-Gerald uttered.

This new being had Gerald’s shape, that was all. The kindness of his voice, the spark in his eyes was gone. Gerald's eyes, in fact, were gone entirely, replaced by two burning brimstones. He was larger than Gerald too—every muscle bigger, every bit of him more defined. His cock larger by half again the length and girth that it was before. Deep, primal waves of wild attraction pulled Olivia toward him.

“G...Gerald? Sir?”

Olivia didn't know what to think, really. She was desperate to be told, though. Yasmin nodded happily, sliding up against Olivia. Her big pale tits so heavy and warm. Her eyes so vibrant, so green, glowing in the dark of the cellar.

“Oh yes. It is your Sir, darling, but it’s not really Gerald. Gerald is...gone now. And only our Dark Lord remains. Isn’t that wonderful? He's going to
fill
me, darling”

Yasmin’s gaze was so very beautiful. And not-Gerald had turned into something so utterly masculine, so impossibly arousing that Olivia was willing to believe anything at all that she was being told.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes vacant, her mind entirely gone. “Won-der-ful.”

Gerald’s flesh seemed almost like it was burning, breaking away, like the skin could barely contain him. Little cracks formed, blackness searing out from it. Still though, his body was phenomenally muscular, his features made only more masculine and handsome with the transformation. His brow was ridged and thick, his jaw dense.

Olivia’s cunt pulsed with constant orgasm. She needed this Dark Lord. She needed him to fill her up, for all eternity.

His muscular body turned toward Yasmin, mere feet away from his enormity. She melted in front of him, not quite kneeling but barely standing, her knees knocking, her entire body shaking with desire. It struck Olivia as somewhat odd and besides that thoroughly arousing that someone who had exerted so much control over an entire town was buckling with helpless, unrestrained delight at the sight of her Master, needing to serve him the way a newlywed bride needs to serve her groom.

“P-pl-please may I kneel?” Yasmin stuttered. “Please, my Master? Please, command me? I've done all you asked. I've prepared...I've made myself
so
fertile for you, so ready for your seed...”

Her tits were heaving before him. He lifted up one big hand, stroking her breasts, softly at first. Then he gripped them more firmly, rubbing his palm over one nipple and wrapping the tips of his fingers around her other enormous tit. Yasmin screamed with pleasure.

“For your service,” he said, his voice an avalanche of rocky maleness. “The first taste.”

Pushing her down to her knees, he pulled his enormous cock up. It was massive, veiny, the width of Olivia’s fist. She had no idea a cock that big could look so suckable, so amazing, so very much the definition of everything she had ever wanted to have.

A thick dollop of hot white cum slid out of his cock. He ran it across her lips, and she sucked it down eagerly. The foundation of the cellar cracked open, so much lust was building up in the small space.

Pushing Yasmin down, their Master got on top of Yasmin and started fucking her big, sexy, plump tits. His precum was more than enough lubrication, each hot slide between the perfect valley of her tits creating a hot schlucking noise that was music to Olivia’s ears. There was so very much of his bare cock, though, that Yasmin could take it into her mouth! And so he was fucking her tits and her mouth at the same time.

“Come,” he said to Olivia. “You will please me also.”

She came just hearing the command, automatically. There was nothing any female could ever do except cum helplessly, hearing such an amazingly dominant voice give orders.