Chapter Two #3
“Trevor! We’re home!”
“Go, go!” Harley hisses, and I straighten immediately, lowering her cunt back down to Trevor’s aching cock. Then we’re inside her, over her, pressing her body into the mattress with everything I’ve got.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck Trevor!” she screams, folded in half like an origami crane as I fuck her fucking brains out. “God, your cock is so good!”
“What the hell is going on here?”
A fit, middle aged human male with a thick head of hair freezes on the threshold, one hand clenched around the knob of the bedroom door.
He’s wearing khakis and a polo shirt, looking far too buttoned-up to have bred a porno-shooting auteur like Trevor.
Behind him, a petite brunette in a cocktail dress gasps and raises her hands to her lips.
“Trevor! What are you–?”
“Cumming!” I shout, reveling in the shame, embarrassment, and pure physical ecstasy that swirls throughout Trevor’s body in that moment.
Oh, sweet Lucy it’s good—the best fucking orgasm I’ve felt in a while—made all the sweeter by the human’s punishing emotions pulling at my nonexistent heartstrings.
I yank our twitching cock out of Harley’s wet hole and, in a divine moment of inspiration, spray her with his pathetic trickle of semen.
Victory—and a hint of disgust—twinkle in her eyes as I paint her jiggling tits and taut stomach. A smirk cuts across her face. I wink at her. And then the real acting begins.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, really selling the regret. Trevor seethes within me, his incompetent anger mixing with overwhelming anxiety in our stomach.
This would normally be the moment Trevor would run out of the room, and I would use that excuse to get back to my clothes and gun hidden in the basement stairwell.
But it’s his parents. He’s afraid of a scolding from his daddy.
It’s just too good!
Part of me wants to jump out of him right then and there and watch the chaos unfold.
I rarely get to witness the aftermath of the revenge fuck; usually I’m just there for the good time.
That’s also why we take our payment upfront: once the possession is over, it’s time for us to take our leave and let the humans sort it all out.
But being here in real time, in the victim’s body, as he receives his just desserts for giving into my client’s whims is a real treat. This embarrassment, fear, shame… It’s delicious. Especially when I know what an asshole he is.
So much regret. Pain. Nervousness, as he takes in the fire in his father’s eyes.
I pull back a little as the emotions almost overwhelm me. I don’t need to enjoy it too much, after all. Just enough so I can revel in it, but not so much that it starts to creep into my own consciousness.
Daddy Dearest stares us down.
“Get out.” The man’s voice is low, the fury rumbling from deep in his chest almost overtaking the words. “Now.”
Trevor’s panic rises to the surface, and I don’t even need to steer as he grabs control of his legs and races from the room. His mom rushes after us, clearly to deliver a more compassionate scolding. It’s obvious that he’s a momma’s boy.
Not wanting to be part of that family moment, I choose the second he gets to his room to slip out of his body. At this point, my part of the job is done, so far as I can tell.
Now I just need to get back to my body.
I slide out of him on an exhale, weaving through the air in my intangible state and slipping past his mother. Then I float back to the pistol in the hallway and wisp back into the chamber.
Three, two, one… click.
I’m no engineer, so I can’t tell you how it all comes together. All I know is, this pistol holds my physical form in its cartridge while I’m going about my business, and as long as my essence returns to it unharmed at the end of the job, I get my body back.
I catch the Possession Pistol as I re-inhabit my true form, slipping one clawed finger through the trigger well and spinning it back into my holster.
Kicking myself for letting Blondie pack up the summoning circle in her backpack, I hoof it back to the master bedroom where I assume Harley still is so I can get out of here.
She’s likely getting some kind of lecture from Trev’s daddy. Unless he’s kicked her out already.
But when I get to the door, that’s not the picture I see.
Dear old Dad is unbuttoning his pants, back to the door, as Harley presses her still-naked form against the rear wall of the bedroom. Fear flickers in her deep brown eyes as he advances, and I feel my lip curl in disgust.
Fucking hypocritical human.
They’re all the same. All the fucking same. Preaching one way of life to anyone who’ll listen, while deep down waiting for just the right moment to force their perverted fantasies on some unwilling hottie.
“It’s about time someone teach that slutty mouth of yours a lesson.”
Through the gap between his arm and his body, she spots me standing in the doorway. My empty chest seizes as her eyes widen ever so slightly, and she forms one silent plea with that perfect mouth of hers.
Please.
Fuck me.