I’m right on my feet when I see what’s happening. For whatever reason, Colin suddenly left and ran into a couple, sending her onto the floor and their drinks all over the guy’s shirt. I know instantly that Colin is in trouble and possibly drunk. Adrenaline is rushing through my veins, but despite this, my head isn’t entirely clear. I’m not sober. But Colin isn’t either, and I have to stop the situation from becoming nasty since the man and his two friends are on his heels.

I never think things through when someone’s in trouble, especially when it’s someone I know, or once knew. Marge and Liz are probably staring at an empty stool right now, not knowing when I left or where I went. They both were pretty drunk, too. Maybe, they believe I finally went after Colin, instead of staring at him. But I can’t think about that now.

I’m on a mission. Stumbling through the double doors of the bar, as a homage to old saloons, I run right into the scene.

They’ve cornered Colin, and it looks like one already had a swing at him. His only option is to retreat into the shadows around the corner of the bar. Doesn’t he know that this is a dead end? Or does Colin want these guys to beat him into a hospital bed?

“Stop!” I shout, not thinking this through, and not expecting the three guys to actually listen to me. “He didn’t mean to,” I rummage for words in my clouded mind. “He’s got PTSD.” It’s only an assumption. “He’s been abroad on duty several times. He’s almost died from an IED.” I’m not even sure if that’s the right term. “Please,” I dig into my pockets and pull out a random bill, hoping it’s a larger note. “It was only a spilled drink and a bruised bum. Have some drinks on a war hero, will you?”

Two of them look at the guy in the middle, whose shirt is visibly stained. He nods and walks right at me, grabbing my hand and pressing it against my chest.

“He’s one lucky guy to have a girlfriend like you,” he tells me and gestures his pals to follow before I get the chance to clarify our non-existent relationship.

I put back the bill where I found it, and slowly walk to where I assume Colin is lurking.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I hear him talking to me, and he almost sounds reproachful, or there is just a strange edge to his voice.

Then again, I haven’t heard him speak in ages.

“Are you okay?” I ignore his statement and slowly continue to walk towards him, as he steps into the dim light of the bar’s entrance.

He’s bleeding from one brow, and his hands are clenched into fists. Colin stares at me with dark eyes, darker than I recall, possessing me with his glare. My breath gets stuck in my throat, while my heartbeat is racing. Still, I can’t shake off the feeling that he’s mad at me for stopping this fight before it began. He looks like he needs to let off some steam. I have a better way to do that than to get beat up by three guys.

Colin cocks one brow at me as if he can read my mind. A wave of anxiety or exhilaration rolls through my body like a tidal wave.

“I could be better,” is his answer, which I didn’t expect any more.

I don’t expect what happens next, either. Colin marches towards me, he grabs my neck and pulls my face towards his. Our mouths collide like magnets, and my body gets sucked towards his as if he’s a black hole. He’s sure as hell ready to consume me.

His other hand grabs my butt cheek and squeezes it as he pulls me along with him, into the very shadow he retreated from once before. His hand moves further and presses against the fabric covering my pussy. I’m wet already, and he hums into my mouth.

I must be delirious. This is nothing but a dream.

 

∞Rabisu ∞

I was about to stop Colin from running out, and eager to have him start a fight right in the middle of this bar, when I saw her jump off her stool, ready to help him. I knew this woman would follow him out. I just didn’t expect her to stop the fight altogether.

Pity. Because sex is best after a won battle. But this will do just fine.

Admittedly, I am impressed with her. Throwing herself into danger to help Colin, not thinking about her own safety. She’s a warrior, too, she just doesn’t know it yet.

Joana’s reaction to Colin approaching her is mildly put: Fascinatingly intoxicating. If I did not know any better, I would say that she senses my presence. She seems to know that there is something different about him than there was before.

I’ve experienced that several times. The human instinct is sharp, but humans tend to ignore it. And, usually, if someone is aware of me, they run, scared and terrified. Not so, with Joana Mallory. No, she’s drawn in instead. This is going to be interesting.

When I approach her, grab her, kiss her, I can hear and feel Colin scream at me, hammering his mental fists against my presence from the backseat I have put him in. He doesn’t want me to have her.

It’s his fault. He could have stayed and lured this girl in, to feed me by fucking her, but he chose to run. Now, he should be grateful that I allow him to witness me blowing her mind out. But, admittedly, I do love his desperation and anger. This is going to be a three-course meal.

Joana follows me into the shadow next to the bar’s entrance. She’s so eager to drink my lips, it’s painfully sweet. So, I torment her a bit longer. I lift her up onto my hips and grind my hard cock against her clit, just like a bow against a violin’s strings. And such perfect sounds she makes.

Her slender fingers enfold my face as she keeps my mouth on hers, inviting in my tongue as if she would choke without it. Joana has dreamed of this so many times. That, I am sure of.

What a shame that she doesn’t wear a skirt or a dress. It’s really a pity that women don’t wear these primarily anymore. Now, I will have to take her from behind like a slave and not as a mistress. But then again, she’ll be back for more, after this.

My hands roam across her body, freely, squeezing her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the layers of fabric, and eventually unbuttoning her low-rise jeans. She doesn’t want my mouth to leave hers, but when I lick her neck from her collarbone up to her jaw, she humors me, curious about what will happen next.

If you think demons don’t kneel you are mistaken. We do kneel in front of a delicious dish when we’re the one ravishing it. Joana’s reaction to me sucking her sweet swollen lips are a treat beyond compare. So many women are taught to be ashamed of their lust, but Joana doesn’t know that shame. She enjoys herself, enjoys what I do to her. I cannot get enough of her pleasure.

Her hands dig into my hair as she rides my face across the edge and further, not holding back as her voice exclaims her rapture.

I catch myself feeling a pang when I hear her shout his name and not mine.

 

∞Colin ∞

It is a bitter victory, hearing Jo scream my name as she comes, onto my mouth. But it’s not me making her topple over the edge, blissfully.

I know Rabisu is punishing me for not going after her and for trying to pick a fight instead. He enjoys sex so much more than fighting. Probably, because I am not giving it to him, anymore.

It’s killing me, watching myself kissing Jo, feeling up her body, grinding myself against her. It could be worse though. He could not have me feel what he feels. He could have made me a locked-out witness. I’m not sure if I would prefer that, though.

If I am honest with myself, he’s doing me a favor, and maybe he is aware of that. Jo is so beautiful. Her body is so perfect. I would have never allowed myself to have her. But now, I have her, and I don’t have to feel guilty about it. I still sense her breasts beneath my hands and taste her pussy on my lips, but it’s not me who’s sucking and licking her.

I want Rabisu to stop as much as I want him to continue. This is wrong. She’s my friend’s sister. She’s off limits, but I still can’t wait to feel her wet pussy clench around my cock, screaming my name.

I can feel her voice in my veins.

I’m torn about what I am fighting for: To stop him, or to take back my body and fuck her willingly.

Her fingers dig into my hair, and pull on it, while my mouth, teeth, and tongue prolong her orgasm. And I love how she starts to fight against my body when the sensation becomes unbearable.

Oh, how I love her begging me to stop. And I love that I am not capable of doing so because Rabisu won’t. No one orders him. No one asks him.

He could be cruel. He could give me back the reins. And he has, in the past. Leaving me to pick up the shards and pieces of his deeds. But not this time.

This time I watch him get up, yank down her jeans further, and toss her around, pressing her cheek against the wall of the bar.

Fuck. I should have walked over to Jo and hit on her when I had the chance. Then, at least, I would have gotten the chance to put on a condom. Now, I’m helpless, as he prods my cock into Jo’s pussy in one powerful movement, making her come instantly.

He holds still, savoring the sensation, and I can’t stop myself from screaming at him. It’s too late to do anything, and I don’t know what I would do if I got the reins back now. But I’m still furious. Still mad.

And, God, I want to fuck her so badly now. I want to hear her shout my name once more. I don’t want to pull out at the right moment. I want to come inside her, pull out and watch my come drop out of her red, swollen pussy.

This demon possessed me because I deserved it.

 

∞ Jo ∞

It’s one thing that Colin’s mouth made me orgasm, but it’s something entirely different to be filled by his hard cock. I want the world to freeze; time to freeze in this very moment. I don’t care that my cheek is scraped against a wall. I don’t care that my pants are pulled down in the shadow of the building as if I’m nothing but a whore. I don’t want to feel ashamed about the fact that I feel dirty and I love it. I don’t want to feel embarrassed about the fact that I am begging him hoarsely to “Please, fuck me.”

He moves his hips and almost pulls out, just to prod his cock into me as deeply as possible.

My eyeballs roll backward in their sockets.

“You are a little whore, aren’t you?” I hear Colin ask me and I am hurt and so turned on by his words.

“No,” I protest, but a heatwave rushes through me, and I add. “Yes.”

“What now, little one?” He demands, and I can’t help but be aroused by what he calls me.

I am a little one. I am eight years Colin’s junior, and thinking about that, arouses me even more.

“I’m not a whore,” I tell him, quickly, and my voice betrays me. “But I’ll be yours.”

“Fuck yes, Joana,” Colin whispers into my ear, and his voice is chasing goosebumps down my spine. “I would love that.  I would love that very much.”

As if to reward me, he moves his hips once more.

“Don’t stop, please,” I beg him, feeling my juices run down the insides of my thighs to where the fabric of my jeans catches them.

“You want me to fuck you?” he inquires, and I nod, quickly exhaling a ‘Yes.’

“Do you want me to come inside you?” he asks me, and I freeze as dread takes over my body.

I’m not on birth control, and he didn’t put a condom on. But I don’t want him to stop either. So, the walk of shame it is. And I nod, whispering a ‘Yes.’

My mind stops to function as he suddenly starts moving again and at a pace that seems inhuman. The tension multiplies, I feel my next orgasm build up quickly, but there is no getting prepared for the kind of release I am experiencing.

As I come, I’m bodiless, until all I feel is pain, this incredible pain, and yet so horrific pleasure. I want him to stop, I try to get him off me, but he is so much stronger, too powerful, and relentless. Another orgasm hits me, more brutal than before, and so mind-blowing.

He still hasn’t come inside of me. Knowing that fills me with worry.

One hand of his sneaks around my body and finds my clit, adding another cruel sensation to what I am already feeling. I’m begging him to stop. I curse. I tell him I hate him. I exclaim ‘fuck’ too many times, and I lose count. And then, when I think I have experienced every feeling a woman could feel, he releases inside of me.

I catch myself begging to get pregnant by him, as I feel his seed filling up my body. It’s so much more intense, with this possibility that he might impregnate me, with this fear, this hope, this desperation, this lust, and need. As if I would be able to make him mine by carrying his child, despite knowing that you can’t chain a man to you by getting pregnant.

He’s so close, and his arms snake around my stomach to pull me even nearer, as he still is inside of me, making sure that his seed is staying right there.

“I’m going to try and push you away,” he whispers into my ear, evoking goosebumps across my skin. “Because I don’t deserve you. But I want you, Joana. I want you so much, it hurts. Don’t give up on me.”

His words confuse me. But I can’t think. All I can think of is this gaping hole I feel when he pulls out of me as if he has torn away a piece of me. I fight the impulse to press my hands against my pussy to stop his cum from dripping out of me when all I should want is to not get pregnant.

“Colin!” I say hoarsely and turn around.

I expect him to vanish into thin air, but he stands there, looking at me as if he just woke up from a deep slumber.

 

∞Colin ∞

Now, of all times, Rabisu must give me back control over my body, with me holding my flaccid cock in my hands and Jo staring at me wide-eyed as if she just realized what has happened to her, and that I might have gotten her pregnant.

I deserve to be in hell because all I want is to be the one who fucked her, and not the ugly parasite taking control over me.

Rabisu was right. I am going to try and push her away, to make sure that she is safe. God knows what will happen to her if she gets pregnant by a demon.

And still, the deed is already done. There’s nothing I can do about it. I may as well enjoy the sin while I am at it. So, I grab her face and pull her lips on mine.

I was so wrong.

It is so different from the experience of being a stowaway in my own body. It’s like the difference between being drunk and being sober.

The way she gives in to me, the way she welcomes my mouth on hers… it’s like a dagger to my heart, like a sweet fruit after a long winter. I pull her into my arms, pressing her soft body against mine, sucking in her warmth, wanting to consume her, pull her into me so that nothing in the world can harm her anymore.

This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have given in, but now I can’t stop holding Jo. Not when her sigh is the only sound I can hear. Not when her heartbeat is the only thing I can feel against my body.

I feel my cock harden again, and this time, it’s up to me. I can button up my pants and just leave, or I can finish what Rabisu started and give Jo another round of pleasure.

I must admit that a part of me is quite competitive, a part of me wants to give her more pleasure than he did. But I don’t have his stamina or his cruelty.

I don’t get a chance to decide, as I sense Jo getting out of her sneakers and step out of her jeans, while she continues to kiss me. Once more I’m a slave.

This time, however, I am Jo’s.

Knowing that we are just around the corner, and someone could walk in on us just makes my cock get even harder.

I lift Jo up again, effortlessly, although my body should be tired. There are times when Rabisu grants me a taste of his power, maybe this is one of these times. Maybe he’s so sated with what Jo gave him, that he doesn’t even care or think about it.

All I know is: I should hurry up.

So, I grab her beneath her butt cheeks and lift her up against the wall behind her, and with a movement of my hips, my hard cock slides right back into her slick and hot pussy.

Her groan makes my skin crawl beautifully. As her fingernails scratch my shoulders, I feel this wicked sensation all over my body.

This time, I feel Jo’s delicious pussy twitch around me without any filter. I still know that Rabisu is taking a backseat, watching us like a disgusting stinker binging on porn, but I try to ignore him. And, he lets me. After all, I am giving him what he wanted me to, the first time we saw her.

 

∞ Jo ∞

This time is different. I can’t tell how it’s just an intense feeling. I can’t put my finger on it. It’s almost as if he is just as desperate, now, as I am. And it’s oh-so-slow this time, intense, and deep inside.

I don’t know what the ‘big capital F’ I am doing.

Being careless one time is one thing, being careless twice, is another. But it’s worth it. It’s worth it, as I realize what the difference is, now.

The first time, Colin fucked me, but now, now, he is making love to me. Thinking of that, I can’t stop the tears from escaping the corners of my eyes. I claw my fingernails into his body as Colin buries his face against my neck, whispering to me how perfect I am, how amazing I feel, and how wrong this is.

It is wrong. I know that. It is still so right. Colin’s rhythm, as he prods into me; the electricity that runs through my body is making my hair stand up straight. This is how I dreamed of him. This is how I thought of him when I masturbated myself into oblivion.

When I come this time, Colin comes along with me right away. And again, I can feel his release. Once more, it makes my orgasm so much more intense. Once more, he stays where he is as if he wants me to get pregnant.

“Jo?” I hear Marge’s voice call out for me, and we both freeze. “Jo, where are you? Are you okay?”

Colin slides out of me, and my feet connect to the ground as if it is a foreign object. We both get our clothes in order quickly, and he helps me with pulling up my pants after he guided my feet back into the piece of clothing.

“I’m here!” I answer, and step out of the shadow.

“What are you doing there?” I see Liz next to Marge, and they both look worried.

“I was just,” I turn around, but the shadow behind me is empty.

Colin is gone. All I feel is a black hole where my heart should be.

“I was just throwing up,” I say the first thing that comes to my mind, and I evidently feel like I could do it too.