Masturbation Monday: Demonically Desired

Happy Halloween, my lovelies! Today I have for you a tale of possession and the stealing of innocence. I hope it’s everything you wanted this year. Remember, if you use a Ouija board this holiday, make sure to say goodbye! XoXo

It had been a few centuries since I’d gotten to walk the world among humans, so when I heard some crazy college kids using a Ouija board, I just couldn’t resist to play around with them. Hopefully, they’d give me a window of opportunity. I longed to be free of my fiery domain.

The young woman working the board, directing the questions, was highly serious. She wasn’t taking it for a game like the others, but there was something else about her. I could almost taste her innocence on my tongue. I wanted to taste her innocence up close and personal.

So, there I waited and they finally asked if there were any spirits around to communicate, giving up on specific people who had passed. Taking the opening, I moved them over to “YES” on the board. Everyone gasped and I couldn’t help but snicker at their ignorance. They had no idea what they were dealing with.

“Rochelle, ask something before they go away!” Jackie scrambled to grab her pen and notebook to take notes. Luke grabbed his phone and started recording, jostling for position with his free hand on the planchette.

“What do I ask?” Rochelle’s eyes widened and I grinned. Innocence oozed out of her pores. She looked over to the young man at her right and I felt desire speed her heart rate and dampen her panties.

That was my way in and I salivated as I waited for the chance to take it.

“Jared? What do I ask?” Tiki torches lit up the area, reflecting in Rochelle’s eyes. Jared looked over at her, the boy she was hot for, and he shook his head.

“How long have they been dead? Ask that.” Rochelle placed her fingers back on the planchette and before she could even ask the question I slid it over the numbers.

“Whoa, that was weird as fuck,” Danny yanked his fingers off the planchette and looked pale in the flickering flames. Jackie scribbled down the answer and vibrated with excitement, giggling and squirming on the grass.

Before they could ask me another question, a group playing football almost ran over the group. the ball hit the board, knocking the planchette away. As I possessed the boy, flames on the tiki torches flared a couple of feet into the air.

The bonfire grew high and started throwing off sparks into the crowd around it.

The possession of Jared was simple. Chaos reigned as the college kids started scattering and screaming. Sparks flew from power lines not too far off. I flexed the muscles of the boy I possessed, grinning. Poor Jared fought for control but he was weak in spirit. I locked him up in a little box.

Grabbing Rochelle’s hand, I pulled her to her feet and we started running. The Ouija board was trampled by those running behind us. Inside I was thrilled to be free among the humans. Rochelle stumbled several times, but I kept her with me. A few blocks away from the clearing, she tried to pull away.

“I need a minute,” she stopped and breathed heavy, trying to catch her breath. I walked around in a circle, watching for anyone who may have seen us run off together. Shockingly, we were alone.

“Look, we’re not far from my place. We should hurry. I have this eerie feeling,” I gently squeezed her shoulder and ran my hand down her arm hoping to incite desire within her that she’d felt earlier. Rochelle nodded, took another deep breath and we hurried down the street.

Once we were in my apartment, I shifted my intentions. Rochelle was sitting on my couch, right on the edge with her knees together, sipping water. I sat down close to her, my guise as Jared proving to get her heart pounding in her chest. Placing my hand on her knee, I used my other to lift her chin.

“Are you okay, Rochelle?” I put worried, caring, and a tiny bit of lust into my features. Rochelle’s eyes slid back and forth over my face, Jared’s face, trying to read it. A soft smile broke across her lips and I slid closer to her on the couch, wrapping my arms around her tight.

“You’re safe here. Nothing will get you here.”

I ran my hands up and down her back, petted her hair, and then sealed the deal by kissing her on the temple. Rochelle relaxed as much as her desire would allow her to in my arms and placed her head on my shoulder.

“Jared,” Rochelle’s voice was dripping with urges she felt all the time around the face I wore. I controlled my face and pulled her onto my lap. I kept petting her, running my hands over her body. I could smell how wet her panties were with wanting him.

“Stay the night with me. You’ll be safe here.” I knew she could feel the length of Jared’s cock pressing against her as she sat in my lap. Rochelle’s breathing had ramped up a notch. I pulled her hair back and ran my lips along her neck, whispered into her ear.

“Oh, Jared.” The I don’t want to be alone tonight whisper always worked with these innocent women. Express a little fear and their panties dropped. I pulled her chin over and pressed my lips to hers. When she gasped, I ran my tongue along her lower lip, then slipped it in between to explore further.

As she gave in to her desires, my hand snaked up her thigh, under the prim skirt she wore. I kissed her harder and pressed my fingers against her wetness. The cotton strip between my fingers and her slick slit irked me a little. I wanted to rip them off and take her.

“Rochelle, you’ll stay, right? Stay with me all night?”

I wiggled my fingertips against her and bit her lower lip before a moan could escape. I pressed harder, separating the soft folds to find the button and rubbed hard. “Please, Rochelle. Don’t leave me alone tonight.”

This time a full moan of need came from within her, “Yes, Jared! I’ll stay. Please don’t stop.” Her legs spread open on my lap and I slid my fingers underneath the ridiculous cloth that women wore to preserve their modesty. Fingers slipping inside, I rubbed her nub with my thumb.

Rochelle’s thoughts were completely open to me now. In one part, she was panicking about what was happening, but in the other part, the part that mattered most to me, she was begging for more. She wanted Jared to take her, to fuck her, to make her his little slut.

I ripped her panties off and laid her down on the couch. I needed to taste her innocence on my tongue and now I had my chance. She cried out from the speed at which I moved, but I soothed her with more petting and kisses. When I lifted her skirt, and pressed my lips against her thighs, sliding my tongue higher, she parted her thighs so fast I was surprised she didn’t hurt either of us.

I shoved my face against her sweetness and tasted all of her. I glanced up and saw that Rochelle’s eyes were closed, her lips parted as she writhed against me. Grinning, I allowed part of my real self to slip through. I tongue-fucked her with my serpent-long forked tongue. I slid it up inside her so far, I could taste her hymen.

As she flailed beneath me, Rochelle drenched my face in her sweet cream. The sounds she made during her climax had echoed off the walls of the small living room. Now, she laid there panting, little whimpers escaping from her lips while I licked her clean.

Using the true length of my tongue, I slid it across Jared’s cheeks and chin. Rochelle was too blissed out to notice. I removed her skirt much more gently than I had her underwear. My borrowed heart raced while I unbuttoned her blouse. A plain white bra greeted my eyes. It had a front clasp and I popped it open.

Beautiful pale orbs with tiny pink rosebuds greeted my eyes.

As my mouth descended onto one nipple, I sucked as much of her flesh in as I could. Rochelle squirmed beneath me and her hands fisted in my shirt. I paused long enough to remove the awful garment and she unzipped my pants.

I rejoined her on the couch, sucking on her other breast. When she started begging and pleading for more I slid the head of my surrogate cock at the opening between her thick thighs.  Nails dug into my back, urging me to continue. Pushing forward, I entered her swiftly and didn’t bother pausing to let her get used to my girth.

The feeling of her innocence vanishing as I plunged into her over and over again filled me with energies I hadn’t felt in ages. Virgins were harder to come by unless they were reborn and those weren’t anywhere near as fun to corrupt as true virgins. Rochelle cried out as her sweet center clenched onto my length. Her body trembled and shimmied beneath me as she reached orgasm again and again.

Right when she was at the peak of her climax, I allowed my true cock to fill her. She screamed and clawed at me all over again. While her eyes were closed, I kissed her, allowing my forked tongue to wrap around her own tongue.

With sharp nails, I pinched her nipples until she writhed beneath me like a bucking bronco.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, she was such a little minx beneath me, wild and untamed. My eyes glowed and when she looked into them, fear engulfed her being. The taste of her fear on my senses tantalized me further and I exploded deep inside her hot little hole.

Rochelle screamed but not in panic as I had expected, but lust, “More, give me more, please don’t stop.” The depths of her desire had overridden her panic and I pounded her until she had milked every drop from my demon cock. I kissed her sweetly then and grinned, showing sharp pointy teeth as I did.

“Happy Halloween, my slave.” I sunk my teeth into her breast and claimed her as mine. Forever mine.

(Special thanks to Nicci Haydon for researching a vs an when it comes to Ouija.)

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