mind control, heavily dubious consent, blowjobs, cunnilingus, ritual sex, gaslighting, implied possession
It was easy enough to set up. The men of this age were barely a challenge - all you had to do was flash some ass and imply that you might fuck them, and they followed you home like a lost puppy. Alice missed the chase sometimes, but it kept the demon fed, and that was all that mattered in the end.
Bryan was today’s lost puppy. He’d practically had his hands up her skirt at the nightclub she’d gone hunting in, and the second the door to her apartment had swung shut he’d gone straight back to it, hiking the skirt up around her hips as he kissed a line down her neck. The pads of his fingers pressed into the flesh of her ass and she let her head fall back against the wall, enjoying the sensation for the moment.
When he started to lift her leg to wrap around his hip, however, it was time to get to work.
“Bryan,” she purred, pressing her hands against his chest to create some distance between them.
“What?” He leaned back, though his hands stayed where they were. “What’s wrong?”
”Nothing’s wrong,” she assured him. “I just want you to look into my eyes for a second.”
He complied automatically, thought not without frowning, and as soon as their eyes locked she caught his mind with her own. His expression went slack, his hands falling to his sides, and Alice just smiled.
“Good boy.” She gestured over his shoulder, towards the bedroom. “In there, clothes off.”
He did as he was told, shedding clothing as he went. Alice followed, wriggling out of her own skirt and top. She didn’t have to be naked for the ritual to work, strictly speaking, but she’d lost at least one good dress that way already. Better safe than sorry.
Bryan was standing next to the bed like a mannequin, unmoving and non-responsive. She turned him to face the bed, settling onto the mattress in front of him.
“First we prepare the offering,” she said, running her nails along the underside of his half-hard cock. It jumped at her touch, but Bryan’s expression didn’t change and no other part of his body reacted. Alice smiled, wrapping her fingers around the head of his cock in a tight circle. His body was her plaything, his reactions muted and muffled while pleasure sang across his nerves unimpeded.
She wrapped her lips around his cock, feeling it swell against her tongue, and slid her head as far down as she could. He wasn’t the largest offering she’d taken this way, but neither was he the smallest, and it took a few strokes for her to take him all the way down.
A groan fought its way through to the surface as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she hummed in satisfaction - which only made his cock throb inside the confines of her mouth. She drew back with a sharp gasp of air, feeling her eyes water, and let the tears run down her cheeks as they would. Her mascara traveled with it, creating dark streaks across her face and splatters where they landed on the tops of her breasts. Her hand smoothed along Bryan’s now-slick cock as she looked up at him, savoring the flush that traveled up his chest and neck, and the way his muscles jumped as she ran her long nails through the trail of hair at his navel.
“And now we prepare the vessel.” She scooted back on the mattress, letting her legs fall open as she went. She was already growing wet just from the feel of a thick cock at the back of her throat - she was still technically human, she had her vices - and her own excitement at what was to come. “Come here, Bryan.”
Bryan followed her gesturing fingers, getting on his hands and knees on the mattress and kneeling with his face between her legs. Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him to where she needed him.
“Don’t stop until I’ve come,” she ordered, and Bryan did as he was told.
He found her clit almost immediately, pressing against it with the stiffened tip of his tongue and spreading her open with his thumbs so as to better access the tiny bundle of nerves. Her head fell back, fingers still clenched tight in his hair, and let the fire roll across her nerves and build in her belly. Bryan never faltered, never stopped, never had to rest his jaw or come up for air. She had told him not to stop until she had come, and therefore he would not stop until she had come.
Her knees came up on either side of his head as the pressure grew, her other hand tangling in her own hair as she pressed nails tightly against Bryan’s scalp.
“Fuck,” she breathed, feeling the fires rise in her, lifting her higher and higher until she fell over the edge with a high, keening cry, hips bucking up against Bryan’s face until her thighs stopped shuddering and she lowered herself down to the bed with a sigh.
Bryan, having completed his task, lifted his head with a gasp as he finally took an unobstructed breath, his face glistening in the low light of the room.
“Good boy,” Alice laughed, sitting up and patting the mattress. “Now on your back for me.”
Bryan moved automatically, stretching out on his back so that his cock jutted up into the air, Alice swinging one leg over his as she aligned their hips.
“And now,” she said, taking his cock into her hand and bringing it to her entrance. “We join the flesh.”
She slid down over him in one long, slow movement, taking him inch by inch until she was seated against his hips, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Leaning forward slightly, she supported her weight on his chest as she shifted her hips, feeling the slide and drag of his cock inside her and feeling the way his muscles tensed at the motion. She wondered sometimes what these men felt when she took their minds as she took their bodies. Evidence suggested they felt everything and were just unable to react, but was it muted by the magic that gave her control? Or was it heightened by the lack of coherent thought, pure sensation without any pesky individual thought to get in the way?
Either way, Bryan’s breath was starting to come in short, sharp pants, and she stilled her hips as she sat up to stare down at him. Taking his hands in hers, she brought them to rest on her hips, squeezing them gently to encourage him to grip her tightly. This part she had to time carefully.
She took one hand and laid it against his throat, pressing long nails into his skin. Not enough to hurt, just enough to hold. Angled his head until she was staring into his eyes. And began pounding her hips against his, setting a quick, rough pace that had his cock swelling inside her and his pulse racing under her fingers.
Just as a whimper escaped past his lips she released her control over his mind, and he returned to himself just long enough for his eyes to focus on her, to realize what she was doing with absolute bewilderment, before his climax took him and spilled over inside of Alice, a startled cry ripping from his throat and his nails digging deep into her sides.
She continued riding him through it, her own arousal skyrocketing. All her demon needed was the release, the seed of the offering in the vessel that was her body. The fear and confusion on his face as he came back to himself, no memory of how he’d gotten there or what he’d done - that was for her, and set her blood racing like nothing else.
She sat up, rolling her body against his as she brought her fingers to her own clit, bringing herself over the edge a second time as Bryan shuddered beneath her, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
Alice collapsed forward, thighs trembling on either side of Bryan’s, aftershocks making her ripple around him and his fingers flex against her sides in response. He ran his hands over her back seemingly automatically, as his expression when Alice finally looked up was still a confused frown.
“Hey,” she said breathlessly, smiling. He returned it, though not without hesitation.
“Hey,” he said cautiously. His breaths were still rough and uneven, his chest and neck still flushed. “Listen - stupid question - when did we… “
”As soon as we got in the door.” Alice giggled. “You couldn’t keep your hands off of me.” She squeezed herself around him, watching his eyes flutter shut.
“I just - I don’t - “
”Sounds like someone had too much to drink.” Alice sat up, letting her body roll against his one more time as she moved to stretch out on the mattress next to him. She ran her nails down his chest idly, admiring the little pin-prick marks along the underside of his chin. They’d persist after tonight, marking him and ensuring she didn’t take the same offering twice.
“…yeah, maybe. Look, I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but I think - I think I’m gonna go.”
Alice made a show of looking upset. “I mean - I’m sorry if I - “
”No, it’s not - I don’t think it’s you. I just feel weird all of a sudden, so I’m…I’m gonna head out.”
“Okay…” Alice sat up to watch him collect his trail of clothes from the floor. He got dressed and left in silence, and once she heard the front door click shut she threw herself backwards to stretch out luxuriously across the mattress. Her demon was sated, she was sated, and she had blessed isolation until the next hunt.