Try and find a way to get rid of MalO. No matter how much she dislikes that.

The good news is: the pain relief cream does indeed help. The bad news: as you apply it in the restroom in the fast food restaurant next to the pharmacy you visited, you inevitably grow hard and struggle to push your throbbing dick back into your pants. And when you step out of the cubicle, you see MalO leaning against the cubicle next to yours, non-chalantly inspecting the claws of her right hand. Of course, you only see this in the mirror. When you turn to your right, all you see is empty air. Looking back at the mirror, you see MalO pointing at her ears, and you understand what she wants to say with that. Reluctantly, you put on your headphones...

"͇I͝ k̝̇no̷̰͡w͗ w̻͌ͪḥ͒at͕ y̵̪͘ơu̡̧̇'r̨̛͍e̷̗ p̚lͯ̚a̗n̠͓ṅi̧͢n̥͌g, John. Y̹oú̬ ca̞ͨn̻'ṯ̓̕ g͋̽e̳̟t͘ r͈i͒̒d͓̽͡ ôf͠ me͕͛̃.ͪͦ T͇͇̆h͚a̦̥t̞̠̎'̷͆͞s̞̀ n̫͂͋ô̂t̛́ how i̝͉ͮt W̏O̲̻Ȓ͠ͅK͊S̅̒!ͣ̕"

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that!"

"See about what?" The voice comes from a cubicle behind you, and your face starts to burn as you realize that you just replied to a being only you can see and hear. "Dude, whatever you're doing, do less of it."

"Oh, shut up, it's... it's called a phone call, alright?" The stuttered excuse makes you blush even further, and you quickly make your way to the sinks to wash your hands. "Get off my case."

"Yeah, yeah..."

Luckily, that's the extent of interest your outburst garners, so you leave the restroom and pull out your phone, thinking about how to get rid of MalO. You're quite sure you can classify this as a possession. So you need either an occultist or a priest - and seeing as there are plenty of movies that show it's a bad idea to entrust an exorcism to a priest if you are the possessed, you gravitate towards occultist.

And what do you know, there is actually one in the strip mall down the street. You can even walk the distance, as it's barely more than one stop with the bus.

Well, maybe you've been expecting too much. The shop you're about to enter looks less like 'occultist' and more like 'new age crap', the shop window filled with crystals and books with psychedelic covers and all kinds of weird shit, among them a reflection of MalO. She's standing right behind you, glaring with her shining eyes.

""D͍́͠on'̸͟͠t̮̥͛͛̊̀ ý̸͚̹̔o̥͇̾ͧ͞u͚ͨ d͔͌̓̊a̡̡ͅŕ̵̪̍͒͑͠e̖̰̥̽̌̆ eṅ͙ͮ͜te̷r̅͒,̙͚̅̏̃̕ John. Y̢͓̿o̥͟ų̗̽̿ w͈̳̤̣ͨ̾͠ô̸̙n̕_̩͒'ͩ̍̇t̬͔̪͑̔́ f̨̗ͨͨi̫ͨ̏̋nd̠ ŵ̢̨͖̠ͤ͝h̚aͨ͘ṫ̹̫̻̩͠ y͕̣̗̆ou͛ ẃ̴̤̮̕a̸̩ͫͨͭ͟nt̴̿̍̓ iṋ̨̩̓͑ t̛͖͚ḩ͊er̥e.̡̀"̧

That dispells any doubts you had. If MalO is against you going in there, it might actually be worth it after all... A little bell rings when you enter, and you wrinkle your nose at the smell of incense in the air. Par for the course, you guess, as is the outfit of the young woman stepping out from behind the counter - layered, colorful skirts, bangles and hooped earrings, even the bandana with the little jangling coins attached. The woman's looks, on the other hand, are not quite what you expected: While her outfit screams Roma to the point of being stereotypical, her pale skin and red hair seem more British Isles to you, and her curvy body would, crassly put, not look out of place at a porn shoot. It doesn't really help the whole sense of fake-ness the shop gives you.

"Welcome, welcome. I am Adriana. How can I help you? We're having a sale on Himalayan salt lamps. They're really good for filling your home with positive energy!"

"Yeah, uh, I'm not really here for ..." Swallowing as you try to ignore MalO glaring at you from the glass of a showcase behind Adriana, you begin again. "Okay, so... I'm John, and I think I'm possessed."

"Uhm." Adriana's confused look doesn't exactly fill you with confidence.

"I need help! I gotta get rid of that thing, it--"

"Slow down, slow down!" Holding up her hands, Adriana gives you a once-over, eyes briefly locking onto your admittedly impressive bulge. "You're... possessed? By what, exactly? For how long? I need... details if I'm supposed to help you."

"Okay, yeah, sure. Well, it started when ..." As you give the slightly edited rundown to the shapely shop owner, MalO moves around the two of you, prowling from reflection to reflection. "And now, well, I came here straight from the pharmacy, in the hopes that you can help me."

"Wait, wait, wait. Run that by me again." There's a strange twinkle in Adriana's eyes as she steps closer to you, pressing her huge, soft breasts against your chest - they're even bigger than MalO's, for sure - and cups your bulge right as the touch of her bust elicits a predictable reaction. Adriana leans forwards, her breath tickling your ear. "So whatever's possessing you made your ... dick grow? Into a huge... fat... cock?"

"Uh... ah?" You should have edited your rundown a bit more, but you thought Adriana might need that info. What's it with women suddenly going for your dick since MalO rode you until you were sore?! And of course, you are hard as a rock within seconds. "Ye-yes? Guess so?"

"I'm gonna have to see the... ghost's handiwork if you want me to help," Adriana breathes as she goes to kneel down in front of you, sliding her breasts down the front of your body until they press into your crotch. It does not help matters. Or your mental faculties. "I hope you don't mind..."

A part of you does, but another is getting pulled along by your dick, and this means it's two against one. Your cock and it's allied part of you win, so you don't stop Adriana as she opens your zipper with some difficulty - and gets rewarded with a slap to the face, way more inches than should fit into one guy's pants jumping out as if springloaded. Adriana's eyes, previously seductive and half-lidded, grow wide at the sight, and a gasp escapes her lips as her pupils dilate.

"Oh... my god. You weren't lying..." Her left gently holding your throbbing rod, Adriana rubs her cheek against the velvety skin, tongue darting out from between her lips to sneak a first taste of you. "It's huge."

And it looks even bigger in the slender hands of Adriana as she shuffles back a bit until there is enough room for your cock between your crotch and her face, looking up at you with a lewd smile, hands slowly, teasingly stroking you.

"That ghost did a good job on you, you know?" A movement to your left makes you glance over, and you see MalO reflected in a glass case, leaning against a counter and preening at the praise. "This is without a doubt the biggest cock I've ever seen."

"I kn-know," you groan as Adriana moves her spit-slick lips along your full length, tongue extended and dragging over the underside of your cock, sending throbs of pleasure through your body. "It... it's ridiculous, and MalO's--oh god! She's... she's just not leaving me alo--oooh~..."

"Ish 'ad sho bad?" Adriana mumbles as she sucks on the side of your dick, right behind the monstrously swollen glans, as she moves one hand to your churning nuts while the other plays over your rock-hard rod, thumb rubbing your frenulum. "A huuuge, irreshishtible dick... a hot gosht, alwaysh jusht there..."

The vibrations of Adriana talking make you hiss in pleasure, and you can feel the first droplet of pre welling up through your immense length. And all the while, the voluptuous shopkeeper keeps lightly jerking your throbbing pole, bangles jingling and lips and tongue trailing your length, until the fat glob of pre makes its way to your tip and begins oozing out - because as soon as she feels the viscous string drip onto her lower arm, Adriana is on your glans like nobody's business, staring up at you with bedroom eyes.

"Mmmfh~, sho good..." As she suckles and slurps on your glans, tongue busily lapping up the slowly increasing flow of your pre, her hands keep pumping your length, unable to cover it in its entirety. "Sho much..."

And while Adriana gobbles up your salty pre, bobbing her head to try and take at least some of your lengthy shaft inside her mouth, you suddenly feel a slick, sinuous tongue on your ear and slender hands wrapping around your chest - even though you are leaning against a pillar supporting the roof of the building. A glance towards one of the glass cases surrounding you reveals MalO standing behind you and partially inside the pillar, hugging you and palming your pecs and stomach as she nibbles on your earlobe.

"H̝͉̒ͭ́o̸̰̪̊̀̌ͫw̴̷̶̮̩ͯͣ d̨͎͌o̴e̡̱͉ͬͮ̅ͧs͚̻̈́ i̬ͨ̈̕t͎͙ fe̜̟͐̑ȩ͕̻̂̀̕͜l̺̻ͣͭͮ͒,̗ John?" MalO's crackly, staticky voice is barely audible from the headphones hanging around your neck, particularly with the loud, sloppy slurping as Adriana pushes forwards valiantly, struggling to even take your swollen helmet. "T̸ͣo ha̗̙ͩv̲̾̍ȩ̊ hͦͨ͡ę̈ͥ̒̇r̶̘̻ͦ̌ s̢̞̹̱͍͔͉̿ͩ̌u̡̠̱͛͢͡c̯̉ͮͤ͝k̵̦͖̒͌͋ y̬o̦̽͂u̶̧̜̹̔ of̨̂͗͑ͬ̈͡f̴̛̮̦̖̗͗̊ͪͬͩ l̞î̡̟̤̄ͣ͢k͔̓̂e t̘̑͢ḩ́͟at? I LỎ̇̒͋͞V̜̜ͬ̎̅E ĥ̪̠̲o̞͋w̳̖̿͊̓ͩ s̛̘̍́͋̇h̶̡͚̀͑͛ͅẻ̩̊͋͠͞ h̻̤̱̉̍̒ͅa̻s y̢̯̞o͘ù̮̋ a͍͖̱ͣ͗̈ẗ̫́ h̶͔͉̼ͧ̍e̤̩͌ͦ͢͝rͭͦ̅͗ͨ̕͝ me̷̢̘͔͑͒̔rc_̢ͩ̓͠͠y̑͂̿.͝"

With a slurping pop, your glans slides inside Adriana's mouth, and at the same time, MalO's right hand slides under your shirt, firmly massaging your abs - and lifting the fabric. Even with her fully invisible, the shape of her limb is pretty clear to see, but Adriana is otherwise occupied, tongue swirling around your glans as her eyes fall almost closed, head still bobbing even though your glans alone fills her mouth almost entirely. But when it comes to stimulation, the wet slickness of her maw easily reaches the sensation of her hands dancing over the rest of your impressive, inhuman length.

"B̨̄ͣ̅͝Ȩ̶͒͊͢Ĝ͒͋͘ fͧͬo̶͉̐͂r h̨̲̟̬͉͋͆e_̷̮ͯr͋̒͢ toͦ t̶͈̑̿̚a̪͖͒̈͟͝͡kẻ̘̬̻̓́ y̷̫͖ͧ̐̐ͮŏ̠͚̋̽ͦ͟u̗͇̝͂͑ͯ dͧ̚e̙ͤͩ͊ê̤p̡e̡̫͉̓r̽,̛͛͜! I̮̞ͨ͗̀͐ w͍͚ͭā̵̆ͥn̶̺͌t̡ͯ y̥̯ͤͭ͗o̧͔̥̾͒̄u̺͒͑̚ to p̯͉̼͛͘ą̥̠̝̙͛n̙ͨt͖͕͋ ȁ͎_̡̛̦́nd gr͇o̪͂͗̐ͦ͜a̟̯̥͌̀͐ṅ̢̦̪̜͝ à̛̜ͫn̴̸̜͚̠̊d m̢̢͙̏ḛ̸̅̽́͛̕wl̸̙_ u̴̴̝̘̰͂̑ņ̵͖̿ͭ͘t̺̦̂͌il̺̯̃ͪ ý͉o͉͕̯ͭ́u̲̜͓̠ͩ̀̿ c͕ͯ̇̀͠ͅu͎͝m͛ͨ ȃ̝̍̍̈ḻ͚ͦl̈ͣ oͦ̕v̺̔e̦͐̑̌r̨ ḩ͋ͤ͢ȩ̂r f̵̉̂͒a̵c̵̮̎͐̿͒̿ȩ͍ͧ."͍̲̿ You consider resisting, just not doing what MalO tells you, but on the one hand, you want Adriana to take you deeper, to blow your load until you both are panting messes, and on the other, MalO's fangs pinching your earlobe and her claws pressing into your skin deceptively gently are a great motivator to listen to her. "G̴͈o̪͇̗ͭ̿ͭ̇ o̶̦ͫͭ́̇͊̓nͧ̐̊ͭ,̯̉̈̅͠, John. Ḃ̲ͨͬͯĒ͍̠͠G̬͙̬̲͎̔̒!"

"Puh-please... Adriana..." You groan, hips thrusting gently as MalO brings one hand to your neck and the other to the base of your swollen cock, gripping both gently, but firmly. "I... you-your mouth feels so good... I want more... please, gh-go deeper!"

"Mmghlkh!" Adriana immediately reacts and begins to push forwards intently, gagging and slurping as she devours inch after inch before she needs to move back, stroking and pumping you in time with her bobbing head, your glans stretching the tightness of her throat as every dive forwards sees more of your shaft disappear in Adriana's hungry maw. "Ghrrghlkh~..."

"W̭e̵̢̤̪ͥͤ̆͡l̸͕̫̙̑ͣ̏͋̅l̂͆͞ d̴̙̺ͪ̍ͯ̓̑o̸̜̠̪͋ͪ͜n̶̗͛͝ê̛̫̒..." Purring throatily, MalO licks your cheek languidly, her left trailing from your neck and down to your pecs, where she begins to massage you gently, two of her fingers down below pinching your swollen shaft between them, jerking you off in addition to Adriana's hands. "H̨̒͗͟ȏ͊w̐́̓ l̼o̜̽n͓ͣg̗̘͊͂ ẘ̳ͫ͝i̘̭̤̒͒ͦl̚ḻ̅͌̓̒ ỷ̧ͣo̴̭͠͞u̶̇̍ la͑ş̛̹̣ͬ̽ͣt̲̓͆,͙̜̮̽̇ Iͥ̚_̺ w̧͐o̤͍̦̓̈́̊n͉̹̽ͯ͌d̖͈̓e͒r͓̽ͅ_̸̤̲?"

Longer than you expected, particularly with a hint of MalO's breasts pressing into your back as they peek out from the pillar behind you. And with Adriana fighting valiantly to take you deeper and deeper - although she has to concede defeat after barely a quarter of your full length, her throat not able to take more cock than this, not even lubed up by copious amounts of pre. But she keeps going tirelessly, tongue dancing over what she can reach of your oversized cock while her hands and MalO's fingers attend to the rest.

"F-feels so... good..." Your lust is still rising inexorably, your hips bucking as you pant and groan, MalO's hands roaming your body. "Oh god, Adriana!"

"N̸̟̼̪͑͐͜o̹̱̘̲̦̻̯͑̋͌ͬ͑̄ͫͭͣ̍̀̀ṫ̨̯̯͖͔͖̹ͪ̂̅ Ä̷̲͓̙̖͙̼́ͣd̢̩̈́̎̾̀ͫr̜̣̪̱̓i̠ͭͬ͗aͫn̅a̭͍ͬ." Immediately, you feel MalO's hands at your neck again, her tongue under your jaw and her bare fangs against your ear. "M̠͍̞̀͋̓̕ȃ͉l̶ͫO̤̺͑̓͊ͬ. A̸d́ŗ̼̫ͤ͊i̩ͭa̷n̵̲̺ͫ̏̆a̖ i̹ͣ̒̀̀s̹ j̻̯͙̯ͥͦuͥ͆ͣș̲͙̰̆͂t͗̽̅ a m̩͉̘̿̌͜͝e̝͊̅͊_ͣa̶̪͒͘̚̕n͊͞_sͧ to͍̤̞͐̄ͯ̈ a̡̲̩͆͘n̴̗̞̏ͭ̔ e_̖̍n̶̯̙͙ͬͭ̕d͛_.̡ͨͯ͟ I̙'̦̝̈́̕M͒ t̤̾͌ͭh͉̜͙̗͗ę ơ̸̝̿̿ń̞̣ͮ̑̎̏e̕ t̰͙̮͓͓ͫͮhả̪̳̭t͙͉̓̏̐͡ wiͦ͂ͪ̓͢ll̺̗̗͍ͣͬͅ a̦̦̠̙͋͑͡l̢̜ͥ͗wͯ̋ä̡̛̂͜ys̸̑̕ ḅ̵̼͒̈́͂ͅë̸̝̼̊̅͞ t͖̻̆h͞e̡̱͉ͮ̔̔̿r͆ͬ̈́e̠_̛̞̈́ f͉̓ͣ̍̿ō̧͒̋r y̸͎͌͌͘̚ṑ̶̘̜̓̎û.̻̩̃͡ R̝̭e̴͈̘̍́ͦ͟mͯ͜e̦̅m̵̨͎ͣ͋b͎̟͂̂̐e͖r̻ͬ̆ t̷͒̀h̺ͮ͐̑̅͋a̹͚̲ͯ͞ţ̸̪ͦ̽͑,̴̺͍ͫ̈ John."

"Y-yes... MalO..." You groan, even MalO's sudden intense possessiveness somehow riling you up even more, cock straining so powerfully that Adriana has to raise her body to follow your bucking, buzzing rod. "I'm... I'm getting... oh fuck..."

"Mmmgh!" Eyes widening, Adriana redoubles her efforts as she hears you babbling and cursing and feels your mighty shaft swell even more in preparating, hands flying over your cock in an effort to receive the creamy bounty of your swollen balls even sooner. When your massive dick is almost impossibly hard, throbbing and pulsing with your heartbeat, Adriana pulls back, aiming your urethra right at her face as she jacks you rapidly, tongue extended and eyes sparkling in excitement. "Yes. Yes! Cover my face, John. Cum for Adriana."

"N̷̻͇̋o̤ͪͤ̋̉͠.̵̵̸̰̹̣̞̾̓̊̐̀͒̊ͬ C̯̻̞̥̙̽ͪͮ̿̕͢u̧̨̟͗ͯ͊̀̀̊͢͠͠m̫̖̾ͬ͑ͫ͆̚͝ fọ͎̖̟̓́͘͢_̵̘͑ͭr̶͍̼̯͛̽̾͠ M̧̖̽AL̵͓̋͒ͯ̿͟O͈ͭ_̰͙̮ͧ̓̌ͭ.̶̢̡̨̘̠͙̦̪̮͂̂̍͑."

With a strangled groan, your entire body stiffens, you grit your teeth - and explode. Audible splurts precede loud splats of hot cum on soft skin, Adriana moaning appreciatively as you blast her face with fat ropes of cum, fill her mouth with jizz, cover her neck and tits in baby batter, and all throughout, MalO presses herself against your back, hugging you tightly, and lets her tongue snake around your neck.

When the last droplets of cum finally ooze from your tip and hit Adriana's sticky bust with wet splats, your knees feel weak and you're glad for the support MalO gives you, panting as you lean back against her and the pillar while Adriana mewls and slurps up handfuls of your jizz and rubs the thick, dripping substance into her skin as you stare at her, MalO's smug reflection watching you both.