A rude awakening

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Chapter 3

With difficulty Lilith opens the eyes of her vessel and tries to perceive her surroundings.

"What's... going on..." Something has gone wrong, she knows it. Then she feels the body wrapping around hers, the arms of the boy her mission is for. "Oh yeah," she giggles wickedly. Immediately she is overcome with devilish lust and the body she has taken possession of reacts through her control in the same way as Lilith carefully lifts the sleeping boy's arms.

She kneels beside him and one of her hands goes under the unfamiliar fabric of the pants of the girl she has captured. Her fingers travel to the hole with which she will soon have much fun. Her vessel is wet and ready. Lilith smiles.

"Good" she whispers, looking at the sleeping boy while realizing she has control over her body. "Let's get started." Her goal is important now, and only her goal. Her mission is clear, and when she completes it, the girl's body is hers. It feels good, young and flexible. Lilith can handle it well and it seems pretty and fuckable enough for her to have a lot of fun in this new world.

She puts the girl's hands on the boy's chest and sees the bite marks on his shoulder, red and clearly visible. Her sign. It connects her to him, just as her naive summoner wanted. She raises her arm and bites into it, drawing the same mark in her skin, where the pure virgin blood flows underneath, and she feels the tension coursing through her body as she connects with him.

"Now for you, you horny fucker." Her eyes travel downward. If she's the queen, she wants a king. Her hands settle on the bulge under his pants and press lightly. A needy moan escapes her throat as she feels the boy's cock. A little wicked energy, a little more, she thinks to herself, and his cock grows bigger and bigger. A nasty giggle then her hands move up to his torso. Hot steam rises from his body, soaking his shirt and pants as his body changes, growing stronger and more prominent. Lilith licks her lips. She will enjoy this body again and again for all eternity.

"Just one more thing." She places the fingers of her vessel on the boy's temples. "Be mine. My king. Reign with me and fuck me." She feels the tingling begin in her neck as the wicked energies begin to flow, subduing the boy to her.

"No!"

"What the..." Lilith is jerked back and falls off the bed as if she were tied to a hellhound. "What was that?"

"You can't have him! I don't want it!"

It can't be. Staggering, Lilith straightens up. Again she wants to climb onto the bed, to fulfill her diabolical mission to be free. But again something screams in her head, throwing her back.

"Cursed," she mutters. Then she suspects it. She growls angrily, closes her eyes and retreats into her mind. There, in the depths of her subconscious, she finds the small box in which she has locked the spirit of the girl she possessed. But the box is not locked and the chains around it are loose. The box is open a crack. "What is this?" Lilith wants to know and walks towards the box. Suddenly hands stretch out of the box, her hands, no, the hands of her vessel.

"Finn?" Mackie looks around the room. Then she gasps in surprise as she feels the insistent throbbing in her womb. Her desire is so strong that she drops to her knees. She wants to press her hands into her lap, use her fingers to do things she has almost never done... but she sees her brother lying on her bed like a corpse, hot steam evaporating from his body, the room damp and warm. "Finn!" She staggers toward him but then feels like some **** is yanking her back. Then she finds herself in the cramped darkness of the box in her mind. "Get in!" a girl hisses at her from outside in her own voice. "This body is mine!"

"No!" protests Mackie, "Leave me alone!"

"Fuck you, you whore! You called me and now let me fulfill my destiny!"

In her tight, dark box, Mackie finally understands the awful truth. It has worked. She summoned something and now she is trapped in her own body. Then she feels the soft fabric of the carpet under her feet even though it's not her moving her body across the room toward her brother.

"He's mine! All of you are mine!" she hears herself say. Mackie has to do something. She has to protect her brother! From herself.

"No!" she shouts again, throwing herself against the box. The lid snaps up, giving her a glimpse of her body approaching Finn.

"It's okay," she hears the creature say in her own voice. "Just a little magic and you'll be together forever. Except he'll be fucking me, not you, over and over and over and…"

"No!" The lid of the box flies up. Mackie is free, back in her body, bent over Finn. Tears stream down her face.

Again she has ruined everything.

"Finn I'm so sorry" she sobs, cupping his cheeks with her delicate trembling fingers. She doesn't have much time, feeling the creature struggle against the bonds that also hold her back when it is in control. Mackie is weak, she can't fight back.

She is lost.

And all she wants is to tell her beloved brother that it's not his fault. That he doesn't have to feel sad for what she's about to do.

And she wants to tell him that she loves him more than anything in life and that she wants him to be happy. She wants to protect him. She wants to protect him so much that she doesn't kiss him on the mouth. She presses her lips to his forehead. A tear falls from her cheek onto his skin.

"What are you doing?" the angry being in her head wants to know. "You're ruining everything! No!" Mackie pulls back, sad, defeated.

"I love you, Brother."

"NOOOooo!"

Then Mackie loses her strength again and is locked back in the box. The creature kicks and bangs furiously against the crate from the outside, beating it with its chains, screaming and yelling out its anger and rage. Mackie curls up into a ball and cries, alone and abandoned in the darkness.

She is only happy that she could see Finn one last time, to touch him, and her last thought is of him before she falls asleep. The chains finally close around her narrow prison.