Kate: A Paranormal Lustmance Page 2

  Frankly, even a psycho bitch like me deserved better than that. He could have at least plugged me for a few.

  Wild inclinations of fleeing, as I had in the past, surged through my mind. I quickly ignored them because I knew Thadeus—and possibly Panora—could read my thoughts. We stepped closer and closer to the howling, pulsating doorway that resembled a huge angry vagina: one that had just ended its period. I immediately steadied my mind, recognizing that to escape from them … I couldn’t even think about it. The moment we reached the portal, I ripped my arm away from Thadeus, pushed him, and then leapt into the gateway.

  “Ahh … fuck!” I shrieked while my body felt as if it had been tossed into a washing machine’s heavy cycle. My racing thoughts calmed when I noticed that I could no longer see my commander or general. Yet, I sure as hell could hear a string of damnation shrieking behind me while I twirled through the portal towards an unknown direction. Pulsating waves pushed me as recollections of an insane blondie materialized: Ivy, a coke-addict whore who had drugged and seduced my ex, David, into cheating on his fiancé, Scarlet, while she’d barely outlived my possession of her vessel. That psycho’s face seared my mind as I portal traveled to the indefinite.

  My time inside of Scarlet had taken a severe mental and physical toll on her, since my sweet had to endure months of psychosis treatment while locked up in a psyche ward. During those months, I’d enjoyed manipulating Scarlet to do as I’d pleased—with whomever I desired.

  While David had detoxed from his drug addiction, Ivy had snuck into the hospital and literally pierced his heart. My mere acquaintance to her had been just another one of my many demon sins. I’d helped Ivy by holding David down while she’d stabbed the lethal injection into his chest. If I could find her, then she’d obviously be the perfect soul to harvest.

  Like a rocket, I scraped through dense, gravelly earth. Bruised and beaten, to Purgatory and back, I burst through a paved street. My lungs swelled when I gasped for air as I climbed out of my hole, relishing in my semi-freedom. A warm gust of air wrapped around me while I stared at the sparkling star-covered sky.

  My chest heaved as a deep inhale choked at my throat. I gaped in total shock at my reflection from a store window. Thick ram’s horns protruded from my scalp and matching onyx dragon wings arched from my shoulder blades. My demon tail appeared to be a foot longer than before Panora forced my transformation. I gawked at my butt-ass naked image, but stood frozen when a human couple sauntered by, chatting as they strolled down the sidewalk. I quickly relaxed when they didn’t notice me. Thankful relief pacified me as I realized that I could control my visibility.

  At least Panora hadn’t taken that from me.

  I quickly leapt, and then gracefully landed on the roof of a yellow, beat-up sedan that puttered in my direction. With ease, I tested my capacity to possess by penetrating the car’s roof. My fingers smoothly entered the person’s thoughts and revealed that Neal—a humdrum—had been on route home to his boring-ass wife and cats.

  When I wiggled my fingers through his brain folds, Neal rapidly became my puppet as I instructed him to park his car. Like a good boy, he pulled into a spot in front of a fancy boutique. My eyes unwarily rolled when I noticed a Naples’s Newspaper stand. A vindictive smirk slid on my lips while joy rushed through me as I quickly acknowledged how easy it would be to find Ivy.

  I had to collect her soul.

  Like a badass serpent, I slithered from the car’s top through the open window until I settled onto the passenger seat. Excitement built within me as Neal’s stare grew wider. A dumfounded gape enlarged his eyes and he gawked while he searched the car’s interior. I adjusted my feet and legs underneath my ass as I prepared to reveal myself. When I finally appeared, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing at Neal’s reaction.

  “Holy. Mother,” he shrieked as he thumped his head against the driver’s side window.

  Due to my new wings and horns, I could barely fit in his beat-up sedan. I flinched as the car’s ceiling snagged on my horns. With a primal swiftness, I rushed to persuade him to appease me. “I am your master,” I demanded before I searched through Neal’s horribly wrinkled slacks and then button-up shirt.

  Fuck. How does he not own a smartphone?

  Neal’s comb-over nodded along with his metal-rimmed glasses as he chanted, “You are my master.” His blank stare locked with mine. The longer he gaped at me the more I wanted to slap his hair into a different hairstyle. My frustration built when I noted that I had selected the wrong victim.

  “Fuck.” I banged the dashboard, seething in defeat as I stared out of Neal’s filthy windshield. Cars ambled by and I sulked, formulating a new plan. I noted that Ivy’s sinful soul would lead to many more.

  Bluntly, I needed to possess her and collect as many souls as possible.

  “You would have had better luck with a wealthy car owner,” Thadeus’s tone mocked me from outside the car window.

  My gaze snapped in his direction, and his stupid-sexy Barbarianness had me drooling like a drugged dental patient. His posture said it all: listen or be punished.

  Fuck—I wanted him, but the fact that I couldn’t charm him to like me, swiftly deflated my sexual confidence.

  “Are you stalking me, Thadeus? I thought you and Panora freed me to work at my own pace—as long as the mission is completed. That’s all that matters, right?” I snapped, squinting as I failed to appear upset. Honestly, I behaved more like an awkward groupie as I fought the urge to touch him.

  Calm your twat already, Kate. Gah!

  Somehow, I composed my lustful hunger long enough to shift my body in his direction. In my new form, I lacked the poise I had as a human. However, I had planned to make the most of it because one way or another—I’d have my way with him.

  From my left, I could hear Neal chanting, “You are my master.” My eyes rolled as I quickly grew tired of his monotone voice, so I snapped my fingers, silencing him before I slinked out of his car.

  With each step towards Thadeus, my desire sweltered until I grew breathless. When I finally reached my effin’ sexy commander, I purposely overstepped and then pressed my taut nipples onto his chiseled abs.

  “You should cover yourself.” His charcoal eyes glared from above me.

  Please, just take me now—right here, or anywhere.

  I lifted to my tippy-toes, teasing him as I licked from one stone pec to the other. He swayed towards me as a low animalistic growl rumbled from his throat. I could hardly regulate myself when I involuntarily gasped as he cupped my shoulders. Heat burned at my skin, and I hated that he wouldn’t just claim me.

  Here. Now. Please.

  “Do not disrespect me, Kate. I said I do not join with baby demons.” His eyes told a truth that his deceitful words concealed.

  For the hell of it, I reached under his leather kilt and stroked on his copious man-meat. Then I leaned in and whispered, “You’re so uptight, Thadeus. Just let me help you relax—you know you want me as much as I want you.” I massaged him, totally indulging in my lustful hunger as I stroked his fat, veiny cock.

  He stepped closer, and I immediately knew I had him. A deep moan escaped his lips while I continued increasing my speed. But then he ruined the moment when he swatted at my hand, as if my advances had been from a nuisance bug.

  Dammit!

  “You’re no fun, Thadeus. Fuck—I don’t want to marry you. I just want to savor this thick dick.” I reached for him again, but then he stepped away.

  With squinting eyes and pouty lips, I sighed as I leaned against Neal’s car. Thadeus adjusted his kilt and gave me a better view of the imprint of his abundant man-meat. I’d never faltered from a conquest, and I didn’t plan to with him. So I slinked closer, pushing out my chest to give him a better view of my bodacious bod.

  “Just watch—I’ll have you soon enough, and then you’ll be the one chasing after me.” My candor visibly bothered him. Triumph rushed through me as I gazed a
t his face that wrinkled with disapproval. He crossed his massive arms over his broad chest. His sexiness had my mind running wild with lustful scenes of him taking, claiming, and pinning me on every surface near us.

  I’ll wait—because I know he’ll be mine soon enough.

  “Do as you’re told, Kate, you have a responsibility to uphold. Panora has punished you with wings and horns—what follows will be much worse. And stop visualizing our union. You’re better off focusing on your task.” He lowered his hunky arms to his sides.

  I cautiously back-stepped until I reached Neal’s car. Awful thoughts surged through my mind as I considered what could be worse than the forced eruption of wings and horns, followed by losing my golden hair.

  Fuck no. I had no intention of inducing anymore punishment.

  Without warning, my body jerked forward when a heavy collar clanked around my neck. I desperately tried to remove it, but failed to find a clasp. A heartwrenching tightness clinched at my throat as Thadeus yanked at the chain that connected to my metal choker.

  “Keep up this act, and you’ll end up my dog—for an eternity. I would have so much fun with you, and I’m certain that it will not be the type of fun that you seek.” Wolf fangs beamed from his demonic smile.

  Dog? His dog? What the fuck? Well, there goes my girl boner.

  When I tried to tug away from him, his sinister grin grew wider as he yanked me closer.

  “You said … that I would be free,” I snarled, pulling but failing to unshackle myself.

  My silver locks caused the collar to grip deeper into my neck. Normally, I’d be ready and willing to try anything kinky. However, Thadeus’s actions revealed that my desire would never be returned. He viewed me as nothing more than a potential pet that he wanted to humiliate.

  Shit. I lacked the interest to be his or anyone’s mistreated submissive.

  “Fuck. I’ll listen, just remove this damn thing.” I sighed as my hands fell from the collar to my sides.

  A car zoomed by and returned my attention to Neal: my hypnotized victim. Then an idea formed. My higher-ups gave me orders to collect souls. Even though I deeply wanted Ivy to be my initial harvested spirit, I would have to make due with Neal’s.

  “If I collect that guy’s soul, will you release me from this collar?” I bargained, hoping that he’d keep his word and allow me to actually remain free.

  Thadeus released a mocking laugh as a devilish smirk spread across his full, caressible lips.

  Gah! Why did he have to be so effin’ gorgeous? Why couldn’t he have been some ugly commander?

  His stare shocked my heart into a thudding mess as he stalked in my direction. My mouth ran dry when his soft silver hair hovered inches from my face before he grumbled, “He. Will. Do.” Right away, a swift breeze rushed by me as the connective chain vanished.

  Within licking distance, Thadeus revealed how I would collect souls: “What you will do, is your punishment for defying my orders and disrespecting me as your commander.” My inner-whore felt repulsed by how he expected me to harvest spirts.

  “Every soul you consume will etch a tally onto your collar. Once you’ve filled your choker, you may return to hell to have the souls excreted.” Before I had an opportunity to ask further questions, he vanished and left a whiff of his aroma behind. My eyes sealed and my heart raced as I inhaled his smoky scent.

  Thadeus had cruelly bestowed my soul-collecting ability. Even though I’d always been a cock-sucker who slobbered on any thick, succulent dick, I would have never even considered Neal as an option.

  Fuckin’ shit. I’m totally in hell now.

  Beside Neal’s car, I stood—naked and vulnerable. In the past, I’d enjoyed my promiscuous ways with beach-bodied, well-hung man-meat who made me quiver under their gyrations. However, Neal … Neal portrayed the epitome of a dull accountant with his protruding keg-gut paired with his ridiculous comb-over and onion smell. Gag! He more than repulsed me, but I had to get over my distaste because I had to collect his soul.

  Honestly, the thought of becoming Thadeus’s dog terrified me more than sucking-off Neal.

  With shaky hands, I slowly climbed into Neal’s car and ordered, “Unleash your dick.” His hands frantically removed his belt before he unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. I nipped at my lips as an unexpected meaty cock grew before my eyes.

  Hm. Looks like I’ll have some fun after all.

  After I positioned myself on all fours, I began my cock-sucking, soul-taking procedure. Just like I had done with Thadeus, I stroked Neal until he stood at attention.

  “Ooo … Ooo … this is—INCREDIBLE!” Neal moaned, trembling as I slowly lapped until I slurped him deep into my throat. Involuntarily jerks shook from him while my talented mouth left him obedient. I gawked in amazement as the lively tint from his skin collected and then shimmed toward his cock. Neal had been an easy prey: he came fast and easy.

  Once he filled my throat with his cream and soul, he rapidly slumped over and rested on the driver’s door. His stillness gave the impression that I’d just killed him. I leaned forward, inspecting his unhuman skin tone. My hands searched my metal collar until I found a small notch. Any pleasure I felt about collecting my first soul, quickly vanished when I realized that I would have to fill my entire collar with indentations.

  How would I lure that many people to do what I just did to him?

  I scooted away from Neal until my back nestled on the passenger seat. Memories of countless paramours whirled in-and-out of my thoughts. At one time, I’d lacked respect for relationships and seduced whomever I wanted. White-and-red city bus lights caught my attention, then I realized that I lacked the time for remorse because I had no intentions on ever becoming Thadeus’s dog.

  From the corner of my eye, I peeked at Neal. He hadn’t moved since I’d taken his soul. His empty, hopeless gaze fixated on a distant spot. My thoughts rapidly hesitated as I acknowledged that my dense choker covered half of my neck and would ultimately contain hundreds of soul etches. Hundreds of spirits I would harvest, and then leave their previous owners … just like Neal.

  A glance in the mirror reminded me that I had to do what had been ordered—or I’d receive further punishment. With pure determination, I shook away the strange guilt that had formed. I reluctantly inched toward Neal and whispered, “Drive home and fuck your wife until she begs you to stop.”

  In a monotonous tone, he replied, “Yes, master.” He cranked his car before I stepped out and mulled over my next move. Uncertainty contaminated my mind as I watched Neal’s tail-lights fade into the distance.

  My wings expanded and then receded until I hovered, high above downtown Naples, Florida. Elation coursed through me while I treasured my first flight as a demon. A brisk wind rushed at my face as I soared through the starlit sky. I rapidly evaluated my options, fighting the urge to check-in and dominate my sweet, sweet Scarlet. Yep, I had a disturbing love-hate relationship with that one. However, the thought of another ass-beating from her guardian angels kept me from seeking her soul. I recalled that Panora had stunted my ability to even stand a chance against Scarlet’s protectors. Ultimately, I decided to avoid her because I disliked the thought of Scarlet enjoying my grotesque transformation.

  Once again, my attention returned to my mission: fill my metal collar with souls. Resolve to succeed fueled me as I continued to soar higher into the sky while my second victim’s face burned into my mind’s eye. Recognizably, I needed Ivy’s vessel in order to make my soul-collecting easier. So I focused on locating her while I soared high above the light-polluted horizon. Cars buzzed below as I descended to a safe flying distance. I needed to stay close to the buildings and homes, so that I could detect my target’s soul. My mind fixated on Ivy’s face just as my demon senses flowed from me, causing visions of her location to form within my thoughts. I shuddered when Ivy’s annoying nasal voice rung in my ears. Slowly, I began to visualize her and her skimpy outfit: black yoga shorts and a pink h
alter top with stacked, black flip flops. Her full, glossed lips yapped—nonstop. Strangely, I could barely contain my enthusiasm about Ivy’s easily manipulated pixie size and tight, blonde bun.

  She would be an easy victim.

  My locating senses grew stronger while I honed in on her location, and my mental images expanded until a logo appeared: Foxboro Sports Tavern. I deeply inhaled, almost choking, as a warm March breeze rushed at my face. My excitement jolted me forward as my wings hurled me towards Ivy’s location. I continuously increased my flight speed and, within minutes, I floated above Foxboro.

  Like a raptor on a mission, I lowered myself until I stood, regally perched on the tavern’s roof. I held my breath and sealed my eyes while I concentrated, attempting to transform into my human form … but then I failed.

  “Fuck you, Panora.” I waved my middle fingers in the air, hoping that she’d somehow see me.

  I slid off the roof as doubt troubled me while I wondered: How the fuck would I possess Ivy without being seen? I lurked at the tavern’s door as sports games, chatter and laughter chimed at my ears. Brisk air-conditioning prickled at my skin, and I hurriedly shook my concerns away. With the focus of a ninja, I cautiously slithered through the crowded entrance and then into the jam-packed tavern.

  Following a five-minute invisible trek through the crammed area, I heard Ivy’s loud, nasal voice that commanded the attention of a group of old farts. Her exaggerated body movements while she spoke, had their eyes glued to her. One of Ivy’s groupies continuously scanned from her perky tits, in her snug tank top, to her exposed, pierced navel.

  Although I kept myself invisible, my tail and wings constantly jabbed and whipped at everyone around me. Many of Foxboro’s patrons had dumfounded expressions when they searched for their unseen groper. I held in a laugh as I drew closer to Ivy and her fan club. With swift planned steps, I stalked behind her and then quickly rushed my fingers into her scalp, wiggling through her brain folds. She promptly halted her embellished story and did as I commanded.