Becky drowns her problems in the only way she knows

"Holy hell this girl has lost her mind!"

Mark's last few days had been a blast. Sure, he had been suspended from school, but he had the fuck of his life. And considering he had already been suspended plenty of times, he was not exactly afraid of skipping a few other days of school. It seemed like a great deal for him: a quickie at school, a good night of great sex at home and then done. What he didn't expect was the same girl to once more knock on his door after disappearing for a few days.

-What do you want? I... I thought it was clear this was just a one time thing. -

-It has already become more than a "one time thing" Mark. Besides that, I don't want anything serious too. This was a bad day for me, and I need relief.-

Mark sighed. The girl - what was her name? Becky? - was hot, for sure. And he had no problems with having a good time once in a while, but he had a girlfriend in Springtown just a few miles away, and he knew from past experiences that people like Becky didn't go unnoticed. He just couldn't lose his girlfriend for a random slut.

-Look, you got me suspended, you know? I should be mad at you...-

-Have you got any friends I could fuck in your place?-

-What?-

-You heard me right, I want someone to fuck today and if it is not you it better be some hot piece of meat from the football team-

-I'm sorry, what did you just say?-

Becky was tired of having to talk. She had tried to behave as her old self, play as the respectful schoolgirl, but what did she get? Nothing. In the eyes of people like mr Brown she was a slut. It was better to reap the benefits at the very least. When the principal had insulted her, she had felt the list she had so desperately tried to bury explode into a violent eruption of raw sexual frenzy: she needed something, someone to help her quell her rage.

-Listen you useless piece of shit, you are either fucking me now or at the very least helping me find some other idiot to fuck.-

There was something in her voice that deeply scared Mark. It was clear that Becky was angry, but there was something more to it. She almost looked like a rabid dog, one which eats not to placate hunger but to feel the pleasure of sinking its teeth deep inside someone's flesh.

-Look, I'll let you in, but we're just going to talk, ok? I have a girlfriend, and what happened between us was a mistake, a big mistake... Ouch! -

Becky was livid. She had grabbed Mark's balls, quickly reaching his crotch with her hand. There was no time to think. She had thought too much that day already. She had talked, behaved properly, she had even apologized and it seemed people were never satisfied.

"I need some recreation. I'll think later"

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Danny woke up. This time, alone. It took longer than usual to realize he had been sleeping in his own room rather than some kind of demonic prison. For a very brief moment he hoped it was all a dream, but his memories were to vivid to let him fool himself with that lie. The last twelve hours had been a continuous alternation of feverish dream and bad awakenings, either on the wet grass of the park or his bed.

"Fuck. I'm a monster now"

Immediately his crotch begun to hurt, like if it was reacting to his very thoughts. He got up, and stepped towards the mirror. He was handsome, his body refined as an ancient Greek statue, every muscle chiseled and perfect. Danny glanced at the clock: 14 pm. He had slept for the entire morning, locked in his room, skipping classes. After all, he had far bigger problems than skipping school.

"The purple thing... It's spreading. Very quickly too."

He examined his crotch in front of the mirror: thick pulsing black veins had appeared on his cock, spreading the corrupted blood all across his body. Danny could feel a dark energy growing inside him, spreading to every single cell of his organism, corrupting it. He realized he needed to breed. Not to simply fuck, but sow his seed, to spread his dark powers. He thought about Anna, but there was still something which scared the living shit out of him in that woman. He didn't know what the book had done to him, but he understood it had shown something to Anna, something sinister. He wondered if it was only a matter of time before he too would become like her, prey of the dark will of the book.

"But is she a victim? Maybe she has just become one with book. Or with whatever thing transformed Becky that night."

He sobbed. He needed to unleash his energy somehow, to run, to sweat, to get tired. He touched his dick: it truly felt like part of him now.

"It's not the book which needs to have sex. It's me. I need to fuck. I..."