The ritual...

Welland tested the manacles; metaphorical chains couldn't hold a candle to ones made of iron. And the woman who both was and wasn't Shannon wasn't helping matters by teasing his best buddy with her fingers. If she didn't watch it she'd be getting a shower.

Almost like she could read his mind, not-Shannon shifted position so she was wagging Shannon's gorgeous wet pussy over his face. The finger that had been stroking his cock was now teasing her lips.

"Do you like what you see?"

"I'd like it better if it was Shannon doing it."

"Possession is nine-tenths of the law."

"Thanks for the cliché, bitch."

"Aw, the poor little college boy isn't happy." A bit of her juice dripped onto his chin. "Shannon doesn't like oral, you know. She had a bad experience with it; getting drunk at a party and ending up with four tongues worth of chafing on her pussy, seven different types of cum in her mouth, and full memories of how all of it got there wasn't exactly her cup of tea. I just thought you should know something about your girlfriend."

"Look, I can tell you love torturing people, but what's your evil plan? You can tell me, since I'm sure you intend to kill me."

"Kill you? No, you get life immortal, just like Ethan and the others. I intend to fuck you to death, literally, and then trap your soul and your penis in this building forever. I'm not looking for global domination, just a harem."

"Fuck."

"That's the intention. Now shut up while I perform the next step of the ritual, which is to cum on your face."

Welland was aroused and disgusted at the same time. Here was the girl he'd been wet-dreaming of for almost a year fulfilling one of the dark fantasies that had led him to marathon jerking sessions, but it wasn't her. He wanted to close his eyes but he was held in fascination watching Shannon's expert fingers work her swollen clit. She let out a tight moan and liquid flowed onto his nose, down his mouth and over his cheeks. The aroma was everything he'd hoped for.

"Did you like that, boy? Do you want to lick the like the icing pipette?"

"I want Sh-mmmfl!"

Lust warred with romance when her pussy lips met the lips on his face and started a firm kissing motion. Lust won. Welland's tongue darted into Shannon's hot and ready cunt, filling his mouth with her lube and residual cum.

"That's better; you don't need to talk for the next part."

Shannon slid down his torso, drawing a line from his lips to his cock in her juices. Welland tried to talk but his lips wouldn't open.

"Mgmlm!"

"Only one more thing to do; come inside."

Shannon slid her vulva up the length of his almost painfully throbbing shaft and then down on top of it. He desperately needed to come, but if the thing in Shannon's body wanted it inside then he didn't want her to get it. He tried to resist but the full-length stroking of his cock by her vee was too much.