“Well, I’m sorry fellas, but I have to go.” Her tone had become inert, like a well-behaved pet. She mindlessly stepped away from her bummed-out admirers.
I continued, attached to her brain while she carefully exited the tavern before we marched towards her truck. In the shadows of many vehicles, I telepathically demanded that she unlock her vehicle. With a swiftness, from her small cross-body bag, she retrieved her Tundra’s keys and waited for further instructions.
“Now … slide inside your truck,” I whispered, lightly licking at her ear. Like a good toy, she detached from me and scooted on the leather backseat until she leaned against a far corner.
After I climbed inside the truck’s rear cabin, I shut the door. A devious smirk formed on my lips as I watched with delight while Ivy shivered, fearfully searching our dark surroundings. Taunting her, I trailed my fingers from her knees to the rim of her yoga pants. Unlike Neal, I would enjoy taking Ivy’s soul.
In a swift blink, I appeared before her: a buck-ass naked, slate-tinted, ram-horn adorned, dragon-winged demon with a long slithering tail, flowing sliver hair, and fixated flame eyes. Clearly, I could barely fit in her damn truck—but I made it work.
My tail whipped behind me before it slithered in her direction. It crept up her leg until it caressed her face. Like a neglected pet, she purred as she embraced my affection.
“You’re so lovely,” she mumbled, hugging my tail.
My egotism grew while I relished in my appearance’s ability to enchant her. A pleased smile spread on my lips as I sent Ivy a telepathic command. She impulsively flung at me—kissing every inch of my bare skin until she quickly reached my drenched clam.
“Fuck, yes … work it out of me—I need this … so fucking much.” I twitched against her face while she gently cupped my breasts. She hooked my thighs on her shoulders, just as her warm giving tongue circled and flicked at my needy twat. My mind wondered to memories of Thadeus, and I imagined that his tongue had been the one claiming me. Within minutes, heat sparked at my core as I jolted against Ivy’s face. Savage pleasure coursed through me like a rampant river: I’d finished, but she kept going—and I sure as fuck didn’t stop her.
After she stimulated my fourth full-body spasm, which jolted me into the truck’s window, I huffed out, “Okay … wait in the corner.” A mischievous leer spread on my lips when I realized my capacity to enamor potential victims.
I’d never have to touch another Neal—ever again.
“What do you think, Ivy—should I take your soul … or wear your vessel?” I questioned as I stalked towards my mute puppet. My mind filled with possibilities as I considered manipulating Thadeus and Panora’s orders.
Hm. Could I wear a vessel after I’ve taken its soul?
She stirred and I realized my hold on her had begun to weaken. I had a task to achieve: take her soul and stay strong—or I’d become Thadeus’s leashed dog.
“Undress,” I seductively hissed while my tail lightly whipped against her exposed thigh.
My obedient pet freed herself from her clothes, reveling her tanned, freshly shaved cunt. Her thigh muscles twitched beneath me as I grew closer. My demon tail wandered up her bare skin until it plunged deep into her hungry twat.
“Oh, fuck!” She thrust, driving my tail deeper into her warm opening. I retracted it from within her, then slipped my tail into my mouth to taste her.
“I’ll enjoy this more than you,” I panted as I dove into her apricot-scented snatch.
Fierce, pleasure-filled moans expelled from her mouth while I flicked and taunted her tense clit. Like Neal, Ivy’s skin tone shimmered toward her muff until she bucked and gasped under my brutal tongue. She rapidly fell limp against the leather seat.
I pushed away, searching for her soul’s notch on my collar. Triumph rushed through me when I found another soul etch engraved onto my choker. My attention redirected to my current victim, then my hands traveled up her velvety smooth skin until I reached her scalp.
“No … don’t do that. What are you doing?” she mumbled while I forced my fingers into her subconscious.
Since I couldn’t transform to my human form, I’d use her vessel to lure limitless victims.
“Do as I say, surrender to me,” I shrieked as my darkened soul swiftly seeped into her folds. Without much effort, she became a passive dummy who allowed my demonic force to own her.
Through her vessel, I would live as a human again.
When I’d possessed Scarlet, I failed because I’d become consumed with revenge. Subsequently, my selfishness had caused my demon horns and wings to erupt from my skin.
How easy Ivy had made my possession of her soulless mind, and she quickly submitted to my sinister control of her body. I easily dressed her vessel in her scantily clad outfit before I climbed out of her Tundra. Through her eyes, I glared at my new reflection from my new truck’s side-panel.
From her body to her truck, everything that had been Ivy’s—I’d claimed as mine.
I released my once again golden hair and shook it until it feathered alongside my face. Soulless Ivy had a one-track mind of nothingness: she totally lacked the fight that Scarlet had revealed.
My sweet, sweet Scarlet.
It’d become a battle to keep myself from finding and taking her again, but I knew that I had an imperative mission at hand. At any cost, I had to fill my collar with collected souls and ultimately keep Thadeus and Panora content with my work. I cringed with dread when atrocious memories inflicted my mind: hell’s fire pits and the endless screaming … the non-stop horrific cries of the damned caused a frightened shudder to rip through me. I had to avoid hell—at all cost—and continue on Earth’s realm as a soul collector.
Ivy’s Tundra roared beneath my grip while I aimlessly drove around Naples. I’d searched her memories for her home; but to my dismay, I’d concluded that consuming her soul had also damaged her internal hard drive: her memories had become scrambled. For a moment, I felt concerned for Neal, and I pondered if he’d ever even made it home.
“Fuck!” A quick-switch red light caused me to slam on my breaks.
My/Ivy’s heart thundered in my chest while I attempted to relax us. Some pop song blared from a distance until it stopped next to me. I slowly peeked out of the corner of my eyes—then immediately seethed with contempt at the twat who bobbed her head to some whiny brat, singing about being in stitches.
“Kissy Face!” I hollered when I recognized Scarlet’s psych-ward nurse, Olive what’s-her-face.
Her short chestnut hair had been darker than the last time I’d had the pleasure of being with her. My rage built as I remembered Olive and Frog Fucker—Olive’s tubby, frog-voiced cousin—had called his mother, the priest groupie, to help remove me from Scarlet’s vessel.
Thankfully, I’d escaped Scarlet’s body before they had an opportunity to exorcise me.
I continued to catcall her until Olive cautiously shifted her gaze in my direction. “You look like you need a good licking,” I yelled while I grew excited, reminiscing on the taste of her cunt on my fingers. The last time I’d possessed Scarlet, Olive had helped us escape from some Naples’s hospital. Later, I’d had my fun with Kissy Face: I finger-banged her until she jolted against my palm. I’d thought we’d had lots of fun, especially after Olive had shown me her playroom. However, that bitch had shot me up with a neurotoxin and then almost had me exorcised back to hell. But … I could forgive her and spare her soul—if she gave me some playroom time.
“Excuse me?” Kissy Face hollered, wrinkling her face as she reached to reduce her radio’s volume. Of course, she wore her bland work-scrubs. Honestly, to judge her exterior would be a crime—because she had lit a fire within me that never extinguished.
Just like Thadeus, I’d gotten Olive off, but she left me wet and waiting.
“Hieee! You’re just so damn sexy; I had to say hi. So … Whatcha doin’?” I seductively bit at my lip while I waited for her response.
“Well, I could do you.” She grinned, suggestively wiggling her defined eyebrows at me.
And just like that, she had succumbed to my cheesy flirtation through Ivy’s vessel.
She blew me a kiss and then nodded for me to follow her SUV. As I eased behind her vehicle, I rapidly recalled how quickly she’d injected me with her neurotoxin. I had to play it safe, and chill my inner-psycho bitch.
This time I had to sweet talk her into giving me playroom fun.
After a quick drive, we pulled into her townhouse complex. Darkness surrounded us when the car’s light shut off. Olive stepped out and waited for me at her front door. My heart thundered in my chest while I remembered how wet she’d made me the last time I’d visited her home. Yet, that time I’d worn a different vessel: Scarlet’s.
Once I locked up Ivy’s car, I silently sashayed until I stepped next to Olive. Without a word, we slipped into her townhouse; then she shut the door and flipped on the lights.
“You’re not going to ask my name?” I gasped, staring deep into her chocolate-colored eyes. My skin tingled with anticipation while I could barely control my out-of-control heartrate.
“Does it matter?” she snarled before she prowled towards me.
Her hands cupped my cheeks as she guided me into her living room; and I somehow kept up with her steps until we collapsed onto her hideous brown sofa. I noticed that nothing had changed since the last time I’d been there—the night Olive and her religious family had tried to banish me back to hell.
My gaze wandered throughout the room as I noted that she still lacked any home décor. Then I gasped with excitement when she plunged her tongue deep into my mouth while her hands desperately tried to remove my clothing. For a second, I considered how lifeless Ivy’s subconscious had become. Unlike Scarlet, who fought to regain control, Ivy had absolutely disappeared: she became a dormant meat puppet.
Well, until I decide to release her.
Exhilaration blasted all over my skin when Olive tugged at my halter top until she released Ivy’s youthful, bouncy tits. My attention wandered as I recollected Thadeus’s low, animalist growls as I’d subdued him with my touch. Olive’s giving tongue all over my nipples had faltered my thoughts of my stubborn commander.
Honestly, any other time I would have totally been into it, but Thadeus’s willpower to deny me of what I needed … had me mentally weak.
Memories of when I first met Ivy, filled my head with confusion while Olive’s urgent tongue sauntered down my taut stomach towards my hot shorts. She tugged and tugged until they fell to my ankles.
David’s frightened pleading panged in my head as Ivy’s coke rimmed nostrils and psycho-bitch stare consumed my thoughts. She had been the perfect vessel to possess, and using her body to collect further souls would benefit the only person that mattered in all of this fucked-up task. Me.
“Fuck, baby, you smell and taste so damn good,” Olive mumbled before she began to roughly conquer my needy twat. Her hands squeezed at my thighs while she plunged into my hot opening.
Instantly, my hunger to feed on her soul built, but I restrained myself. How I left Ivy worried me. I knew my demon mind shouldn’t have cared; however, an internal smidge of humanity questioned if I could leave Olive soulless. Yes, she had tried to exorcise my demonic soul back to hell, but did she deserve to lose her soul over her good deed for Scarlet?
I’d always been a narcissistic, self-centered bitch—so why did I care what happened to Olive?
“Stop. Stop. I can’t do this … it isn’t working,” I grunted, pushing away from her before quickly dressing myself. She leaned against her shit-brown sofa as her eyes deepened with apprehension while I adjusted my top and shorts.
Thadeus had consumed my mind, and now I only wanted him. I combed my fingers through Ivy’s golden hair while my gaze drifted, searching the room as I evaluated what I should do next.
I wanted to fuck my commander, but I couldn’t pass up Olive’s playroom.
“Maybe we could … hmm … move to a more comfortable spot,” I sweetly offered, hoping she’d get my drift. She twisted her lips to the side while her gaze darted from me to the foyer.
Ultraviolet décor, whips, and other naughty things lured me from above. I repositioned myself on all fours and slinked towards her. Like a tamed cougar, I licked from her neck, teasing my way up to her ear. “Isn’t there anything else we could do—to get me off?” I sucked on her soft earlobe while I rubbed on her tits through her navy work-scrubs. Her nips instantly stiffened as she unleashed a satisfactory moan.
“We … we can go to my room … I have something that can give you what you need.” Olive’s sated gaze browsed from my fingers to my bare legs. Like a giddy dog, she sprung up from the sofa with my hand in hers, yanking me out of the living room.
At the base of the stairs, she flicked on the hallway light before rushing us up the stairs of her townhouse. Once we reached the second floor, a bare, white hallway with four doors greeted us.
Kissy Face opened the second door to the right. “After you, lovely.” Her warm-chestnut eyes twinkled under the dim hallway lights. She gently grabbed my ass as she switched on the bedroom’s crystal chandelier before guiding me into her playroom. I gazed in delight at the ultraviolet paint, which gleamed from the ceiling and down the walls. Since our last encounter, nothing had changed in Olive’s playroom. My attention drifted from one row to many, many rows of whips that lined one wall while a multitude of sex toys hung, decorating an entire side.
“Strip.” Olive’s order felt as if a bolt of pure lust had launched from her mouth, causing a wave of exhilaration to pulse from my chest to my drenched clam.
I swayed my hips from side-to-side while I puckered up, sending her soft, teasing kisses. My inner-dancer seductively captivated her with each of my serpent-like moves. I tugged at the seam of my camisole and in one clean yank, my tits freely bounced while Olive’s gaze fixated on every inch of me. She released a relaxed huff before shutting the bedroom door.
“Continue.” She licked at her lips and shimmed out of her work scrubs. Full, perky mounds teased at me while her Brazilian waxed muffin yearned to connect with my tongue. Her firm thighs squeezed with each sleek step towards me. A desired-filled breath vibrated from within me as her petite hands firmly gripped at my hips.
She dipped her head and mumbled against my nips, “Let me have the pleasure of helping you with those tight, hot Daisy-dukes.” Her warm tongue lapped at my taut skin while her fingertips traveled down my side and into the fabric of my yoga shorts.
My nails dug into her shoulders as she plunged two fingers deep into my creamy center. Desire burst from my core while her thumb worked my lustful peak. Soft lustful moans escaped my lips as I grazed my fingers from her shoulders and down to her round, firm ass. Our steps synced while her salacious rubbing urged me towards the bed.
We stopped once my legs hit the mattress, and I could barely take the radiating, pleasurable pressure from Olive’s meticulous manipulation of my clit. “Ahhh—that’s … so much better,” I huffed-out as she directed me onto the mattress. She removed her thumb, and I instantly felt disappointed.
“How do you want to come? I mean, what’s your favorite way to come?” A faint twinkle sparkled in her gaze as her stare held me in place. Every sweltering kiss from her full lips felt like flames had singed at my skin. Olive’s stare intensified as she reached my sweet-and-sticky entrance. “I don’t give a fuck—just make me explode.” My fingers frantically combed through her hair while my pelvis involuntarily jolted against her face.
Her perfect tongue immediately charged inside my needy cunt, and a devious smile reached her eyes while she savored all that I had to give. Olive’s gaze intensified as she forced her thumb into my mouth. A deep-rooted moan released from my lips when I tasted my sweetness. “Wider. I need to see all of you.” She grasped my thighs, gently nudging me further onto the bed. Every one of her strokes and sucks erased Thad
eus from my mind. I could barely control myself when she trailed her thumb from my mouth and into my ass.
“Take-your-time,” I begged as my pussy pulsated roughly against her face. With each second that passed, I struggled to compose myself as she expanded my pending undoing. At one point, her lingual lashing felt as if a surge of powerful pleasure would overwork my heart, causing it to utterly combust.
I rushed my fingers through her short-pixie hair—but then launched back when what I needed most began to build to a catastrophic level. Olive’s plump tongue stroked my neglected, engorged clit. My skin blazed when she removed her thumb from my ass to grasp my weakening knees.
“There … like that … fuck … yes,” I roared, clapping her head and hands in between my thighs while she fiercely worked every jolt out of me. Volcanic heat overpowered me as I bucked until I became useless.
“Much, much better.” I teased my toe from her ankle to her knee.
Her wide mischievous grin spread across her lips as she spread my useless legs wider. “My turn.” She slammed her pussy against mine, then rubbed at my overstimulated twat. Again, my inner-flame sparked awake, and within minutes she had us moaning and thrusting against each other. Her index finger ventured to my mouth, and I sucked it as our warmth joined as one.
“Damn. I needed that after the day I’ve had,” she huffed, collapsing next to me.
Within twenty minutes, she had gotten me off twice. I couldn’t chance her losing interest in me, so I played the role she needed from me: possible girlfriend material. I traced swirls on her skin while she rambled on about her day. “I hadn’t expected my first day at the geriatric center to be as eventful as it had been … I should have prepared myself for a possible death.” She rolled from her side to her back, palming her face as she faced the ceiling.
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