Possession (Dark Possessions Book 3) Page 2

  “That’s good! That’s really clever of you, Gerald. But what’s it leading up to?”

  “There’s a ritual,” he explained. “A ritual that requires massive amounts of lust and decadence to be present in order to for the atmosphere to be just right for it to work. Usually, it never gets this far. But she’s been playing this very safe. Very smart. We need to be on guard. We are in enormous danger, Olivia. That’s why I want you to have this.”

  He handed her a small, gilded box, the kind that jewelry was kept in. Instantly, Olivia understood.

  They were in so much danger that he wanted to show her how much he cared. He had been keeping it a secret because he was scared one of them would die and would be hurt. But now, with so much on the line, he just couldn’t be silent anymore!

  “Oh, Gerald,” she said, sitting down on the bed, opening it. “I never suspected...I never thought you would...I never...”

  She opened the box all the way. Inside was a clunky vial of something that looked like salt. It was attached to an ugly, lead-colored chain.

  “It’s essence of fairie. It’ll protect your dreams,” he said.

  “Oh.” Her head drooped.

  “This place, there’s so much magic...you can’t be too careful.”

  “No, right. You’re right. That’s right.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m just...I’m tired. I’d like to go to bed now.”

  “I was going to stay up for a while and work on some modifications. I think by combining spectre-wart and cauliflower, some really potent stuff could be enabled. I could put in the holy water, and bam! I’d like to see her swallow that, huh?”

  The last thing she wanted right now as to be around him. If he started working in front of her instead of joining her in the bed, inside of which were contained all her hopes and dreams of snuggling next to him and stroking that enormous cock of his, she was going to scream.

  “Could you do it in the car? I’m tired, Gerald. I’d like to get to bed. If you want to sleep, do bedroom activities, you know, then you can come in the bed too.”

  “I’m wired.” His eyes were full of spark. “I’ll be outside, then.”

  He left shortly. God, didn’t he see how disappointed she was? How much she wanted him?

  Ugh, men. They were totally fine until you gave them a problem to solve.

  She supposed she shouldn’t be trying to shack up with a professional problem-solver, then. Maybe she should just leave town. Why would she risk her life when he didn’t even seem to care about her very much?

  Her before-bed routine was short—changing into a just-sexy-enough nighty that she hoped he would notice and enjoy, brushing her teeth and washing her face.

  Twenty minutes later, Olivia at last laid down to sleep, not bothering to put on the amulet. She did not expect for sleep to happen well, or soon, or truthfully at all. But all the same, within minutes of putting her head down, she was dreaming.

  Her dream then was very strange indeed.

  She was in her bed, still. The proprietor of the shop came into the room and slid her tits along Olivia’s lips, letting her suckle at her big, bountiful bosom. The nipples were the size of and even tasted like strawberries. It was lovely. She felt blessed, really, to be sucking on such big, lovely, beautiful breasts at all.

  “Soon,” said the proprietor, “you’ll be able to suck these all day long. You’ll do anything you want. You’re so important, Olivia. We’ve been waiting for you. Won’t you come back to the shop? Won’t you make all our dreams come true?”

  The proprietor was pressing harder, harder, harder onto Olivia’s mouth. She could hardly breath. Squirming, she stood up—and realized she had been dreaming.

  She was sweating, but her body was covered with hot, sweet-smelling juices. Each sniff pushed the proprietor’s sweet perfume into her nose. It was a dream, but...but it seemed so very much like it had really happened! She teetered up off the bed and stepped outside, to go confront the older woman and discuss the situation with her like a rational human being.

  And yet, when she stepped through the door, it rang in a friendly fashion...and she was back inside the antique shop.

  What?

  The hard, audible clicks of Yasmin’s tall gorgeous ankle-strap heels on the wooden floor came ever closer. Every little click was like someone licking Olivia’s pussy. She only became more and more aroused.

  Yasmin arrived, looking somewhat sleepy, holding a candelabra that emitted hot, blue flames. Yasmin’s gown was blue as well, and sheer, her nipples completely visible...as well as her hot, delicious pussy. Yasmin’s hand slid down her body to one perfect breast, squeezing it invitingly.

  “I see this girl come into my shop, so late at night, and I say to myself, I say, ‘Yasmin, this beautiful girl. She is here with clandestine nature, coming here in the darkness. Surely this is either for one of two reasons. She is very dark in her intentions, wanting perhaps to hurt me or my beautiful shop, or she is very ashamed, wanting to ask for something that she does not feel can bear the light of the day.’ So which is it, my lovely little thing? Do you wish me harm? Do you wish to thrust some stake between my heart?”

  Olivia gulped, closely examining the exquisite curves of Yasmin’s tits. She didn’t feel capable of ever touching such perfection, let alone hurting it. God, her pussy was on fire. Something about Yasmin just made her so fucking turned on. Why couldn’t she turn it off?

  Why did she even want to? It felt amazing. She felt like she was going to float away on her own cloud of arousal.

  “Or do you wish to ask me for something? Something perhaps that your master would disapprove of?”

  Olivia shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

  “He is not my master. He’s just my...my boss.”

  “And you wish him to be more, yes?”

  Olivia didn’t know what to say to that. But she could nod.

  “I think this, I know this. My own heart is the heart of a girl, yes? I know the hearts of girls, pretty girls like you. We want the men in our lives to want us as we want them. With unrestrained lust! With passion that lasts for months at a time, with a need to be filled for weeks on end and to forget the rest of the world entirely! I know your heart, lovely girl. Do not doubt this.”

  Olivia stepped closer, biting her lower lip. “What are you? How do you know all these things? Are you...a succubus? A demoness?”

  Her knowledge of demonology was limited. She struggled to remember more from what Gerald had told her, but there was so very much...and Yasmin’s green gaze was so very lovely and enticing. It was hard to break her thoughts away from the gorgeous green eyes of the beauty.

  Yasmin’s laugh was rich and lilted. If her laugh was ever put onto a stone, the stone would have to be marble, and it would have to be gilded with gold.

  “No, my dear. Of course not. Such ridiculous things you say. I know both of those sorts of creatures. If they were here now, you would be quite dead, or well on your way. No, I am simply a woman, quite long-lived and well-versed in many subjects.”

  Yasmin came close to Olivia, pursing Olivia’s arm between her big, wonderful breasts. Olivia, caught in Yasmin’s green gaze, barely noticed.

  “But you’re...you’re so beautiful.”

  “What is the purpose of being long-lived if you cannot remain beautiful? This was the deal I struck. Beauty and power for the pleasure of service. I begged my lord for the latter, and for my show of subservience to his will, he granted me the former.”

  “You...you asked to be a servant?”

  “Of course!” Yasmin nodded, her dark long locks stroking Olivia’s lovely face. “What could be better than knowing what you are supposed to do at all times? To have someone else decide that for you, to take away all pesky thoughts of anxiety and indecision?”

  “But your will...your choice...”

  Olivia’s lips were so very close to Yasmin’s now. It would be so easy to close that distance.
..so fun...

  “Pesky, as I said. Unnecessary. My Master’s will is much more amiable to my mind. He is...” she stroked a lovely hand up the bountiful lands of her body, Olivia watching jealously. “...quite accustomed to being serviced. That way, when he tells me I do well, I know it must have been very well indeed. What possible better compliment could there be than to be praised by one who is constantly surrounded by the darkest, most sinful pleasures that this dimension or any other has to offer? I aim high for service...and the creativity I employ to serve is mine and mine alone. That is my choice. The vehicle of it, however, belongs entirely to him.”

  “Are you...are you happy, serving?”

  The thought bounced across Olivia’s head like a bowling ball. She had never really considered it before, serving like Yasmin was describing. Her idea of an ideal partner was someone who listened to her, who took in her input and valued her for who she was, not for the station that she filled.

  But all of a sudden, the concept of kneeling, of being on her knees, seemed so very utterly hot. Yasmin kissed her neck. Olivia felt herself melting and flying away at the same time. Yasmin grabbed one of Olivia’s hands and slid it down to the lovely curve of her ass cheeks, so sparsely covered by the tiny hot gown the pale beauty wore. Olivia moaned.

  “I have never been happier,” Yasmin purred. “I wake up each day with fresh, glorious purpose. I know what every beat of my heart is for.” Yasmin pressed Olivia’s body closer. She could feel each tender beat. “Can you feel it? Can you hear it? ‘Master. Master. Master. Master.’ That is the rhythm of my body.”

  Olivia could hardly speak. Yasmin’s tits were so warm, so hot against her body! She felt like she was going to lose her mind forever in the deep, pleasant warmth of her amazing tits.

  But then Yasmin pushed her away, smiling gently.

  “N-nooo...” Olivia whimpered softly.

  “No? You like my breasts? My body? You like the thrill of my Master? You would like a thrill of your own?”

  Anything to be back inside of Yasmin’s glowing warm touch. Olivia nodded.

  Yasmin held up a hand, drew it down, and then drew it back up again. A long, gorgeous mirror had appeared where her arm had waved. Olivia almost felt surprised...but not really. Yasmin was so lovely, so powerful.

  There was nothing Yasmin could not do, nothing Yasmin could not make her believe.

  Oh god, why did she find that so fucking hot all of a sudden? That Yasmin could just...make her believe something...oh wow.

  “N-no...” she tried to say. “W-wait. Stop...”

  Yasmin wrapped her gorgeous body around Olivia’s, both of them facing the mirror. It was easy to see Yasmin’s firm, perfect tits crushed into even more perfect spheres against Olivia’s shoulder. Yasmin licked her neck, the action long and knowing, her tongue reaching up to flick Olivia’s earlobe. The entire time, Yasmin stared into the mirror, looking deep into Olivia’s eyes.

  “Isn’t this lovely?” asked Yasmin. “Aren’t you lovely? A lovely little treat, you are. A beautiful girl for a beautiful world.”

  “N-noo...so...so fast. It’s...you’re...I’m...stopp, pleeaseee...”

  “You don’t want me to stop, silly girl. You want me to keep going until you don’t know what stop means anymore. Isn’t that right?”

  Yasmin slid her hand up inside of Olivia’s thighs. Immediately, she found the beautiful young woman’s pussy, already wet. Where were her panties? Didn’t she have some on?

  “You did not come here by accident,” Yasmin said. “Neither of you did. You found him on purpose, because you are the one who can seduce him. I know this. I made it happen. And he is the one I need...the one I need for my Master’s ritual to be complete, for my Master to be whole in this world. You will help me, my darling girl,” Yasmin purred, softly pressing against Olivia’s cunt. “You will help me, and you will know how Gerald fucks you. Isn’t that what you want?”

  There was a bright blue flash, blinding Olivia for a moment. When her vision returned, she saw herself in the mirror, Yasmin completely gone. Behind her instead now was Gerald. Gerald with a ferocious look on his face, wrapping one hand around her throat. Oh god, that was so good. Being held, being controlled like that. Oh yes please grab her throat like that.

  Gerald, driving into her from behind with sensational force. She could feel his cock, almost. She could feel him driving into her. She needed him so bad!

  “Cum for him, Olivia,” purred Yasmin. “Cum for your Man. Say his name.”

  “Oh Gerald!” she cried. “Gerald! Gerald! I’m yours! I’m yours! Fuck me! My Man! My Man! My Maaaannn!”

  Sweet waves of orgasm blistered through her sensational young body. Her toes curled, her body twisted. She felt like she was screaming pure light. It was the most powerful sexual experience of her life.

  She turned, and found herself on her bed in the hotel, the sheets twisted and her body covered in sweat. It had been a dream. Another dream. A dream to attack her with. She hadn’t been in Yasmin’s shop at all.

  But oh god, she was so fucking aroused! Her pussy felt molten. If just one little finger dropped down there, then maybe she could find out just how aroused she had become...

  Oh. Oh fuck. Her knees went weak, her arms lost all ability to move her off the bed, such immense thrills of pleasure cycling through her flesh. It felt like her pussy was the new center of her nervous system, capable of controlling every single movement, it’s only motive to bring itself more pleasure.

  She had to resist. It would be so wrong. So very bad to give in. Yasmin would win if she gave in. Her Dark Master would rule the earth and then Olivia would have...Olivia would have Gerald...

  No! No...no, she couldn’t finger herself. No...no, she couldn’t. If she did, Yasmin won.

  Cum for him, Olivia. Cum for your Man. Say his name.

  Ohhh oh god. Oh god how was she not supposed to cum when she needed to sooo bad? Her pussy was roiling with heat. She felt like her entire mind was disappearing, replaced by a singular need to cum and shout her Man’s name.

  Shifting in the bed only made the desire worse, heightening every sense and making her desperate to fuck, to be filled, to be her Gerald’s hot young teenage cumslut beauty.

  “Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh please...please...”

  Cum for him, Olivia. Let him know you are his. Say his name.

  Her fingers slid down to her clit at last. Her orgasm arrived almost immediately, and then again, and then again, her body bucking in the now-entirely wettened bed, soaked with her pleasure.

  “Gerald, yes! I’m yours! I’m yours! Gerald! Gerald!”

  She thought of Gerald the entire time. But she thought of Yasmin, too, cheering her on as she fucked him.

  That’s a good hot slut, she could almost hear the pale beauty cooing. You’re fucking your Man just how he deserves.

  “Geerrraaaald!”

  At that instant, the door to the room opened.

  “Olivia? Are you okay? I heard you calling my name...”

  She had to take in several deep breaths, her body still pulsing with waves of pleasure. She felt like some of the fog had been removed from her mind, though it was still hard to think.

  “Nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “It was nothing. Just a...a bad dream, that’s all. Please...come to bed soon.”

  * * * * *

  Gerald was taking a shower. As he soaped his well-muscled body and rinsed his thick hair, he tried not to dwell on the idea that this very well could be his last shower ever.

  The demon-hunter was troubled by this town. He had been through quite a lot, but still, he was certain that whatever it was that was here was much more powerful than he had initially thought or that he was prepared to fight.

  Just last night, for instance, when he was in his SUV trying to prepare materials for the town exorcism he had planned.

  One girl was running from another. The pursuer was tall, blonde, perfectly proportioned, and gorgeous. Her face was gorgeous, l
ike some movie starlet’s. The girl she was chasing was short, busty, and blonde also, though—if Gerald had to be chauvinistic about it—not very attractive. The tall girl cornered the shorter one against the wall and tapped her on the forehead with a long wand.

  Right then and there, the shorter girl transformed—her legs growing longer, her hair becoming shinier, her tits becoming large and buoyant. She was, from all appearances, a perfect copy of the girl who had chased her down.

  The new copy then slid the original into a loving embrace, kissing and holding, each of them sliding their fingers down to the other’s pussy to adore one another in perfectly matching rhythms. Another woman walked by in the darkened street...and the newly twinned girls rushed after her, wand in hand.

  It was, all told, horrific and arousing. Gerald was ashamed of being turned on by it.

  That kind of magic was far outside of his bounds. Mostly he dealt with aberrations—haunted houses that needed clearing, poltergeists who needed mollifying. The thought of such an incapably powerful force being so permanent in the town and so widespread was chilling.

  Still, though, someone had to stop them, and he was the only person he knew that was willing to do it. Olivia had scared him, last night. When he saw that she had gone back to sleep, he made sure the amulet he gave her was around her neck.

  It baffled him that she hadn’t put it on before. Didn’t she realize he cared about her? Hadn’t he said over and over again that dreams were full of dangers?

  He had slept on the foot of the bed, making sure that nothing affected her like that anymore. She seemed upset about this, but he was adamant. He wanted to respect her space, but he had to keep her safe, after all.

  Sighing, he shut off the shower and grabbed the towel to dry off. After some morning bathroom rituals, he walked out of the bathroom, only the towel on.

  Then he saw Olivia on the bed, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She wasn’t kneeling, really, sitting down with her legs curled up to one side, staring up at him with clear longing.

  Her body—so tight and sexy and inviting—was covered with violet lingerie. Violet stockings on her long, delicious legs. Violet panties, sheer, right above that, and a lacy violet bra with sexy interlocking clasps above that. Her breasts on perfect display, in such amazing proportion to the rest of her body Her heels—when had she gotten such tall heels?—were violet as well. And around her neck was a violet collar with a little gold ring danging around her throat.