A little contemplation

The erotic sounds of Lisa's moans continued echoing throughout the room. Her tongue teased her own nipples with gentle licks before sucking on them greedily to pleasure herself. Her hand skillfully aimed the phone's camera to the most intense action happening on her chest, recording the lustful act she was committing. The usual Lisa would probably faint if she could see her own self right now acting like a woman possessed.

But of course, she was currently possessed by Mark. With her body under Mark's control, Lisa's soul was pushed to the very deepest part of her own mind, unable to do anything to stop Mark from using her body as he liked. If there was any silver lining to the situation, it was that her soul was not conscious to witness what Mark was doing to her body. She would just wake up later with no memory of what happened. That is, if Mark left the body on time.

However, Mark was currently having the time of his life right now. There was no way he was going to just leave without enjoying every part of Lisa's body. There was a growing risk of Lisa's consciousness stirring awake by the moment, though. The text he found for the ritual didn't really mention much about the risks other than the the possessed host being able to remember what happens. But that wouldn't be so bad either. What can Lisa even do anyway? Report Mark to the school for possessing her and violating her body? How was she even going to prove that? She'd just be a laughingstock instead.

Still, she did have some influence over people at school. If she wished to, she could probably pull some strings to get **** on Mark somehow. Bitch was scary if she got angry. Deciding not to stay in the lion's den for too long, Mark dropped his impersonation of Lisa and stopped recording. He quickly sent all of the photos and videos he took to his own account. It was going to take a while to transfer all of the files, so Mark decided to dress Lisa's body up and leave it as he found it, fully clothed and lying on the bed. No evidence must be left behind lest he incur the wrath of the school's top girl.

It wasn't like he wasn't disappointed about what was happening. He was still very horny and he can feel his new crotch calling out to him, begging him to explore it. "Tch... just when I got to the good part...", he muttered under his breath as he clicked his tongue in annoyance. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, Mark quickly sat up on the bed.

As he looked around for the pile of clothes he left when he stripped down Lisa's body, Mark's eyes eventually squared on an object of interest in front of him. Another reflection, this time from a full body mirror. His eyes wandered slowly, admiring each and every detail of his stolen body. Eventually, his gaze landed on his bottom area.

For now, it was still covered by his stolen thighs. Damn nice thighs, no doubt about it. But that wasn't what Mark was looking for. Slowly, he spread apart his legs. He kept spreading and spreading, amazed by Lisa's flexibility. Finally, he could now see his crotch area. His manhood was nowhere to be found. In its place, a mound of pink flesh caught his eye.

The rational part of his mind was telling him no, that he should quickly scram before Lisa's consciousness woke up. But there was a little ember still left in his body from his previous nipple-sucking session. That ember quickly reignited into a blazing desire burning through his body. He let out a couple of heavy breaths as the hot feeling travelled through his entire body.

Unable to hold back, Mark's hand moved towards his crotch. As his hand made contact with its destination, he could feel how wet it was. He knew instinctively that it was ready. Mark then gave his hand a command to give a little brush. As he does so, a wave of pleasure ran through his body, forcing out a sigh of pleasure out of his mouth. Again, he repeated the motion, another of pleasure washing through him. This was a very different sensation than what he was used to. He had jacked off plenty of times with his dick, but it had never come close to the pleasure he was feeling now.

His body grew even hotter as his hand started moving faster. "Ah... Mmhh...", his mouth moaned out in response to the pleasure. In its clumsy motions, his hands accidentally brushed against a very sensitive spot. "Ahh~", he cried out in ecstasy as a shiver ran through his entire body. His body jerked back involuntarily and fell flat against the bed with a thud.

His hands moved even faster, trying to satiate the desire within him. But it wasn't working. Instead, his arousal just grew more and more, turning him into a moaning mess. Tears started welling in his eyes as he tried to contain the burning sensation within him. He couldn't even think anymore. It was as if he was moving on autopilot. His hand slicked and brushed violently against his crotch, sending jolts of pleasures through his spine.

"Nghh~", he bit down on his lower lip to hold back a moan. His hips jerked up to the bed as another shiver travelled through his body. "Hmm... Oh... So good...", he muttered as he continued pleasuring himself. His body squirmed on the bed, brushing his skin against the bedsheet which heightened his pleasure even more.

Ding!, a notification rang from Lisa's phone. The file transfer was complete. Mark didn't notice it, however. Or rather, he couldn't notice it with the amount of pleasure that was overwhelming him. His moaning voice drowned out the notification in a sea of ecstasy. He didn't even care how loud he was moaning. He only cared about satisfying his desires.

He was so close to release now. He could just feel it. His hands instinctively moved faster with better precision, hitting the most sensitive parts more often.

His free hand gripped the bedsheets tightly as tears of ecstasy poured out of his eyes. And then, it came. "Mmmhhh~ Ah~ Ah~ Ohhh~", he cried out as his body jerked violently. The wonderful sensation of release quickly flooded his mind.

But in-between that sensation, there was something that tagged along. Memories. Mostly surface level ones of recent events.

I had pasta for dinner, it was meh. Probably should've added more sauce.

This skirt is cute, I should get some more like this.

Mom should come home next week, I hope she brings souvenirs.

I ran into Mark on my daily jog today. I should avoid that route starting tomorrow. When will that creep ever learn to back the fuck off?

John said that Mark was bothering him again. I swear I'll turn him into minced meat if he dares touch my brother again.

I had a fight with John last night over the pudding on the fridge. It was his fault that he didn't label it with his name. He shouldn't have been that mad over it. What a drama queen.

So on and so forth.

Mark didn't notice it at all, however. He was too busy basking in the afterglow of the masturbation. He panted heavily as he tried to stabilize his breathing. His body moved weakly, trying to grab onto Lisa's phone. He could feel Lisa 's consciousness stirring and almost starting to fight for control. With the last of his energy, Mark managed to erase every trace of the photos and videos on Lisa's phone.

His consciousness started fading. He could feel that he was slowly leaving Lisa's body. Then, Lisa's naked body fell to the bed limply, her hand still gripping weakly on her phone. Her breathing was peaceful. It was as if she was just having a good night's sleep, though the mess on her bed indicated otherwise. Still, Mark's consciousness had left her body. For now, at least...