He resisted the urge; the risk was too great and he was no thief

Esau though for a moment, then shook his head.

"Too risky," he told himself. His belly grumbled, but the risk of being noticed by one of the demons was too great. With a backwards glance he slinked away under the cover of the mist. He walked until the sound of the merriment was but a memory.

It was after a long time of walking that Esau realised that the mist was suddenly so dense he could barely see a few feet in front of him. A dull light shined from above like a weak sun, and there was not much around. No sound reached his ears, nor, up until then, the ever present stench of brimstone and sulphur. It was as if Esau entered a featureless void. His heart sunk and began to fill with worry. Was he even going in the right way? Was he lost? He really hoped he wasn't.

"Well well, what's a lost little lamb doing out here?"

A voice spoke inside his head. Esau suddenly realised how heavy his back felt. He reached his arm around to feel, but there was nothing there. He swore that there was actually something there, something heavy like several heavy sacks of potatoes.

"I thought I was going to be stuck in this mist without company forever! You're not the best I've ever seen, but you're not the worst either. You will do."

Esau swatted and turned, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever demon was on him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never see them. He cried out.

"Show yourself demon!"

"Now why would I do that," it replied, "if I am perfectly comfortable where I am now." The entity paused. "I'll tell you at least what I am; I'm a Dybbuk."

Esau cursed under his breath. An evil spirit possessing him was something he really didn't need right now.

"I can tell from those delectable little thought in your head that you know what that means. Now, nothing personal, but I hope you don't put up much of a struggle as I take your body over."

Esau keeled over onto the ground, heaving and squirming as the demon began its **** on his psyche. The Dybbuk managed to take control of his arms, and grappled the body. The scene would be strange to look upon; a body struggling against itself, kicking and writhing wildly in the dust. But the demon was sinister, and knew that overpowering Esau with just **** wouldn't be enough for him to submit fully. So with one hand it grabbed his neck, pinning him down, and with the other yanked his trousers down around his thighs, and roughly began to handle Esau's cock.

"Wha-"

The demon silenced his outcry by grabbing his chin and inserting two fingers into his mouth. Esau almost gagged as the fingers forcefully slid in and out, pushing themselves against his tongue. He couldn't fight back as it was still his own body, and all he could do was moan pitifully.

"It's easier for me if my prey is relaxed, and there's no better way to get fully relaxed than with a nice, tiring, orgasm." The Dybbuk's laugh ringed through his head. His hand fondled his cock against his will, and he cursed his libido as it began to stiffen and rise as the hand found his sensitive spots. He cried out weakly each time his fingers went over the cap of his tip, spreading the pre-cum that leaked out along his shaft. Up and down it went, up and down along the entire shaft; a slow rub up, and a quicker, rougher rub down.

His hand picked up the pace. His balls stiffened and became rounded as cum was readied for ejaculation. Esau contorted his back as the pleasure caused his mind to fizzle. He panted and whined, unable to get any words out, slobbery drool dripping down his own hand and chin.

"You ought to be thanking me really; not every demon would be so kind as to pleasure a human painlessly." The pace was frantic now, his hand turning into a blur. He tried to resist, but it was futile; the pleasure was building and building without end, driving him to the very edge!

Esau suddenly came, a low **** whine escaping his mouth as streaks of ivory jetted out from his rigid hard cock. Both hands continued their rhythmic actions even as his hips bucked, trails of cum splattered against his stomach and thighs. For a moment Esau felt the usual post orgasm euphoria, but it was soon followed by the sudden realisation that he let his guard down, and that he was no longer in control of his faculties.

"Seems I ought to thank you for wandering into the mist; most beings aren't stupid enough." It was such a strange alien feeling having someone else's words come out of your own mouth. He watched helplessly as his body stood up and began to admire itself. "I haven't had a body in many years, I almost forgot how it felt to have one. Ah, the creaking of bones, the pulsing of blood, the growth of skin!... I suppose you wouldn't have noticed these feelings since you were so used to them."

The Dybbuk suddenly bent over backwards, almost snapping its new spine in half. "Oh! Pain! How delightful; I almost forgot about that!"

Esau despaired as he helplessly watched, now a passenger in a vehicle.

"I suppose I can get used to this body later," it spoke to itself, "I would love to be finally out of this horrid mist."