Legion's Lust

by Samantha Blackstrap

  "Go back down!" Anger and fear swirled around in her and muddled her thoughts.

  "There is something standing in front of me."

  "Go back," Martha said. "Go back." The air between them grew wavy. A wind blew down the stairs and Martha watched Jeff’s shirt rustle as wind also blew up the stairs. Like there was some sort of vortex between them. "Back down," she managed to say.

  Jeff looked up at her with wild fear in his eyes. Then they were both flying through the air, ceiling wall and floor spiralled together. She felt like she was in the air longer than possible but she was too disoriented to tell.

  The movement stopped when Martha smacked against the wall. Her body toppled to the floor. She pushed herself to her knees and crawled toward the stairs. "Jeff?"

  She heard a giggle behind her and the patter of boney feed on hardwood.

  "Christ," she spurted as she reached the stairs. A mass of swirling black flame engulfed an orb in the space she and Jeff had been standing moments ago. "What in God's-"

  Cold sharp fingers wrapped around her ankles and pulled her back. Martha kicked but Angie, despite her apparent frailty, was able to hang on. The fingers only dug in deeper.

  "This can be quite pleasurable if you don't resist," said a being inside Angie.

  "Oh please resist, it's better if you resist," said another voice, this one shrill and scratching.

  Martha's skin crawled. "Legion. I-"

  "Legion? We're not Legion, love." Angie grabbed a chunk of Martha's hair and pulled her up by it. "That's Legion, there."

  The orb twisted in the flames, then blinked. Martha's skin turned inside out, her breath hitched and eyes welled. An eye, ever watching. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

  "Now. What'll it be?"

  "Oh let's just fuck her already. The eye drove her out of her goddamn mind. Just look at her."

  The voices coming out of Angie were distant and the words had no meaning. Martha swam through the gushing dark waters of shock and horror and grasped for a nonexistent life preserver. She'd known going into this that it was dangerous but there was no way to anticipate this, whatever this was. Legion. She'd never experienced anything like it, or even known it was possible.

  Some part of her felt Angie's cold hands as they pulled and prodded at her. Undressing her. They rolled her over and yanked on her pants. The denim held. Martha sensed their anger. Laughter bubbled out of her. This situation was too absurd for thoughts. To die here like this would be a too fitting end. The great psychic, the faux demon fighter, finally faces demons only to be torn apart by them.

  "You want to fuck right?" Martha was surprised to hear herself speaking, like the words came from someone else inside her. "I'll fuck your brains out if you let us go."

  Angie smiled and looked to the eye.

  "Legion," Martha said, her voice strong. "You want a show right? I'll give you deviants a fucking show. Do we have a deal?"

  The eye flicked between Angie and Martha. Her gut clenched and she cursed the part of her that decided this was a good idea.

  An ancient rotary phone sat on a table and rang. Angie laughed and picked up the receiver. "You're in luck, love. They're feeling generous today."

  "Just shut up and fuck her already." Angie launched at Martha and landed straddling her, big belly threatening to tip her over. Her boney fingers worked at Martha's fly, stabbing into her soft flesh.

  Martha's best chance at survival, for her and everyone else, was to put on a hell of a show. As much as she hated it, and despite a part of her screaming no, Martha unbuttoned her fly and pulled her pants down for the fiddly fingered beasts inside Angie Thorton.

  One of them moaned then yanked hard on her jeans then tossed them, lost in the darkness behind them. At least she still had her panties.

  Martha sucked in large breaths through her nose in the hope of calming her trembling body. This was it. It was happening. All those years of theatrics had better pay off in spades.

  She sat up and touched Angie's lips with her own. They were cool and soft but her mouth tasted of pennies and old eggs. Martha choked back a gag and shoved her tongue in, forcing her conscious mind further and further back.

  The excitement in the air was thick and it pulsed in the rhythm of Martha's thumping heart. The feeling intoxicated as it rolled through her, releasing her cramped muscles and numbing the edges of her frayed nerves.

  In one quick but jerky movement Angie ripped her dress from collar to hem, like the thin shear fabric was water logged paper. She was nude; her round belly loomed out in front of her, webbed in deep red stretch marks. Her breasts were too large for her gaunt frame and hung low. Mottled pink and brown nipples jutted out.

  In spite of herself, and everything that was going on around her, Martha's pussy quaked in anticipation. The sinfulness of this act was great. Fucking a possessed pregnant woman while Legion watched - those thousands of horny demons getting off - was something she’d never be able to get over.

  The beings inside Angie moaned and growled. They were fighting for control. To be the first to fuck her.

  Martha grabbed Angie's face and slammed her lips into hers again and felt the beings ripple inside. There was a quick shudder by Angie then she kissed back. One of them had overcome the other. The victor ran its fingers through Martha’s hair, and then yanked her head back. She tried to pull away but the being’s grip on her tightened. Teeth and nails dug deep in her flesh.

  She knew that pain was inevitable. She sucked in a breath and ran her hand, gentle and slow, down Angie's shoulder. She stopped at the breast and flicked her thumb across the pert nipple. The biting stopped and another shudder passed through Angie. They still fought for control. If only Martha could get them out of the poor woman they resided in. Exorcisms, or what she knew of them, often took weeks, even months. She'd need to get them out voluntarily. Or force them out somehow.

  Beyond a few drunken make-out sessions in college Martha had very little experience with women. The few moves she had didn't work on women and there was also a huge belly to take into consideration. Short of any better ideas, Martha slid her hand down Angie's belly to her hot wet pussy and slipped a finger between her lips. Her own body spasmed as she circled Angie's clit with the lightest of touches. Her mouth watered for a taste of Angie’s sweet juices.

  The beings arched back and moaned. If she could stay in control she might be able to get everyone out of here alive and with their souls intact.

  "Lay down," Martha said, still teasing Angie’s clit.

  Angie's eyes fluttered open. Curiosity and anger flared there forming an unnerving visage.

  Martha swallowed hard. "Lay down."

  Angie squinted then leaned back on her hands slowly kicking her legs out from underneath her.

  Martha bent forward and set her teeth on the pale white flesh of Angie's inner thigh and bit down. Gentle.

  Angie bucked but didn't react otherwise.

  Martha bit harder and a growl erupted out of Angie's thin throat. "You fucking cunt!" The beings inside Angie kicked and flailed as they tried to get up.

  "Thought you liked it rough," Martha said, her stomach lurched.

  "We do, love. My partner here was just surprised is all. Carry on."

  "Fucking surprised? No. I'm tired of the bullshit." Angie's hand flashed up and grabbed Martha by the nape hair. The being slammed her face into the wet heat of Angie's pussy.

  Martha gasped and sucked in a lungful of Angie’s sweet aroma. A white hot heat grew in her gut. She wanted to devour this pussy and lose herself in lust but she knew she had to keep her head about it. If she allowed herself to be lost in the moment that could spell her and everyone else's death.

  "Lick," the creature screamed.

  Martha slipped her tongue out and pressed it hard against Angie's pussy, licking from hole to clit then circling back around.

  Angie's breath fell into a slow huff. Her hips followed the movements Martha made as she ground her pussy on Martha’s slavering maw.
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br />   Martha pushed a finger into Angie’s soft wet cunt and the beings cried out in pleasure. Though she had never fucked a woman, she knew what got her off. She pushed another finger in, then a third, and sucked at Angie’s clit, gently rolling her tongue on the tiny mound.

  Angie clenched around Martha’s fingers.

  It was going better than she could have hoped for. Martha pushed her fingers in knuckle deep and fucked the girl with the force of her body. Angie’s cunt slapped off Martha’s tongue.

  Martha went faster and deeper, circling her fingers in Angie’s pussy, until Angie's breath caught and body jerked.

  Martha stopped, satisfied. She rose and watched Angie twitch and jerk. She’d done it. She had put on a great show for Legion. But she could still hear that awful buzz and feel their psychotic energy. Betrayed. All that was left was to fight dirty. She laid her tongue back on Angie's clit. The creatures inside her jumped away from the touch but Martha kept on flicking.

  Squeals of anger and pleasure broke out of Angie's mouth. They kicked and rolled but were unable to get away from Martha's tongue.

  "Fuck. Stop. Bitch."

  Martha wrapped her arms around Angie's legs and held them tight. She could still be hurt but kicking was no longer a viable option. Her tongue kept on flicking and Angie kept on writhing and squealing. Angie swatted at her but the attempted strikes were feeble, and bounced lightly off her head.

  The beings screamed. They must not have known that too much pleasure can be torturous.

  Two quick popping sounds and Angie fell silent and still. Martha pushed herself up and looked around the room. She could feel them but not see them. They were hiding like cowards.

  "You going to fuck me now?" Martha scrambled to her feet. "Come fuck me then."

  There was a rush of hot wind then something ploughed into Martha’s chest and sent her crashing to the ground. The air knocked from her lungs when she landed. She rolled onto her side and willed her lungs into expanding. She gasped and sucked down a haggard breath.

  Then the heat was on her again, all teeth and nails, chewing and scraping her soft flesh. The hatred this being was composed of was overwhelming. Martha felt like screaming and brushing it away, like a bug had fallen on her, but she needed the other one too. She couldn't banish them one at a time. One was too cunning and this one too hate filled for that to work.

  "Come get me you limey fuck. You want sloppy seconds after this thing?" Martha's heart beat in her ears. The savage would tear her apart given half a chance. "What's the matter, huh? Legion got your cock?"

  The being chuckled and heaviness pressed down upon her. The savage bites turned to nips and the heat of the other being chilled. The one who called her love was on her now, the master pushed aside his pet.

  A cold hand pried open Martha's mouth, and then filled it with an icy cock. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air through her nose. The being shoved it in deep and pumped.

  The cold rod prodded the back of Martha’s throat. She opened up and angled her head to make the skull fucking less painful. He pounded her, his cock dripping with sulphur pre-cum.

  Martha swallowed the monsters juices. Now that she had them both she just needed to get them off their guard, to bring them to the brink of climax, then send their asses back to hell. She reached up and cupped her hand around the cold one’s balls, gently rolling them around her fingers.

  The cold one flinched back and yanked his cock out of her mouth.

  “Let me suck your cock.” She circled the head of his cock with her tongue. “Please?”

  “Oh I do so love it when they cooperate.”

  Martha cupped his balls again, then gently sucked and lapped at the head of his cock.

  A shudder passed through him. Alive or dead, so it seemed, all men like a good blowjob.

  She wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock and squeezed, then slowly slid his shaft into her wet mouth. She stroked slowly and sucked and rolled her tongue around the head of his cock.

  She felt his cold fingers in her hair. This is right where she wanted him. She took him out of her mouth. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

  “Not quite yet.”

  “But I really need to be fucked. What about your friend? Can he fuck me good?”

  “The pussy is mine,” he said. “Take her ass. But gently. She does have my cock in her mouth.”

  His cold fingers pried open her mouth again and he jammed his cock into it.

  Martha felt the hot cock of the other being push into her. Despite his nature, his strokes were gentle.

  Martha found herself rocking back into the being fucking her. The heat and fullness was a pleasant surprise and it made her pussy ache with want. She took her hand from the cold being’s cock and rubbed her swollen clit, sending shivers throughout her body. Her pussy dripped and Martha smeared her juices around, creating lube for herself.

  With her mouth and ass full, Martha wished there had been a third being in Angie. Someone who could be in her pussy right now. Her fingers would have to suffice. She circled her clit with the pads of her fingers, her sensitivity so intense her muscles jumped from the sensation.

  "Martha?"

  For a moment she did not know what said it then panic rush through her. Jeff was awake and was probably about to do something stupidly heroic.

  "No," she screamed, but it came out garbled.

  "Martha are you up there?"

  Things were not going to her plan. If she was going to banish them, she'd need to do it now. “Fuck me,” Martha said and hoped the cold one would take the bait. She squeezed her eyes shit and prayed Jeff kept his stupid mouth shut.

  The cold one laughed and pulled his cock from her mouth. He rammed it into her pussy, the cold filled her. Martha cried out despite herself. This was much worse than she'd prepared for. The cold and evil spread through her like a wildfire, and turned her self assuredness into ash.

  The cold one licked her face and neck, smearing his icy spittle all over her. Martha recoiled and retreated into herself. This, she had not accounted for anything like this. The cold and hatred; spit and ghostly grunts. Martha felt herself retreating deeper inside herself, folding in. Distant from everything happened to her.

  "Martha? Jesus. What-"

  A loud crack pulled Martha from her internal panic room.

  "Jeff!" She struggled to rise but the beings had her pinned.

  "That stupid son of a bitch. Be right back, love."

  The cold moved over her skin and was replaced with rushing heat. "No," Martha said. "No no no."

  "Don't worry. My friend here will keep you company."

  Panic, fear, and anger welled inside her. "No," she screamed and focused all her energy on the two beings. She felt their fear and confusion as her energy hit them, knocking them back and scattering their forms. For now. She scrambled to her feet and headed for the stairs. "Jeff?"

  The eye turned to her.

  "You pieces of shit. What did you do to him? What did you do?" She started down the stairs. Another crack. Martha flew backward awash in black flame. The sickening stench of burnt hair filled her mouth and lungs.

  She lay too afraid to move. Hell. She just got a taste of hell and it wasn't pleasant. That’s where she'd be going shortly. Were they'd all be going. Perhaps the other two were already there. Martha lolled her head to the side. Angie was still breathing. The eye lay between her and Jeff. She pushed herself up, her red and raw skin sending pain throughout her body. She gritted her teeth and felt around for the rotary phone they used to communicate. If she couldn't get close to Legion maybe she could lob something at it.

  The large unblinking orb tracked her every movement. So much for the element of surprise. She grabbed the phone and chucked it at the eye. It sent out a stream of flame and engulfed the phone.

  Martha collapsed spent. She'd just given all she physically had to give. She could feel the two assholes behind her, swirling. Trying to piece themselves back together. Once they did the
y'd tear her apart. She could use the last of her energy to keep them away for a bit. With any luck she'd conk out before they overpowered her. Or just give in. There was no walking out of this. Just sit and relax. Find some peace before the end.

  The thought turned sour in her mouth. Martha was many things, but she was not a quitter. "Hey you shits," Martha lurched to the stairs and took a step down. "I held up my end of the bargain. Let us go."

  The eye stared, unblinking and uncaring.

  "You know I'm going to send you back to hell, right? Throw your asses so far into the pit that it'll take you centuries to climb back out."

  The eye studied her but there was no response. They didn't want to play, just observe. It infuriated her. A blast of psychic energy burst out of her. She felt the two swirling beings torn asunder as her energy touched them.

  Martha focused on the eye. She felt the hellfire around it but pressed on. She took a step down and Legion squirmed.

  "I told you fucks." Martha took another step. Flames lashed in her face. One more step and they'd blast her before she got to them. She'd have to launch herself and hope they didn't expect it.

  "Last call Legion, you set things to rights or it's back to hell with you."

  Legion blinked.

  Martha focused her attack, her head split in two from the effort. She clawed at her temples but kept on the offensive.

  Something moved on the stairs. A body. Jeff. "No!" Martha screamed through clenched teeth. A small dark lump left Jeff’s hands and flew toward the eye. Flames reached out for it but it kept on sailing. It struck the eye with a plink.

  The absurdity of the sound, plink, froze Martha. Plink. She watched the flames flicker out. Plink.

  "Martha!"

  Plink. Her bewildered eyes flick to Jeff's face, bruised and bloodied. She turned and looked at Angie. Still breathing.

  "What do I do?" Jeff was on the stairs unmoving.

  Martha regarded the eye. There was motion there now. She saw confusion and fear in the growing pupil.

  Plink. Her good luck charm.

  Martha smiled, and then attacked the eye with all she had. The force of her mind sent the orb spinning and shrinking. The house rumbled and the eye blinked out of existence.