Mark embraces his dark side

As he felt the flicker of morbid arousal tingle deep inside, Mark fought a violent internal battle. He was spent, wasted and ultimately free... he had sated the old woman, obeyed her commands and now, by any reasonable account should be home free. Yet, even as the last of his energy dissipated and he looked upon the haggard old hag he felt an unholy compulsion to lie with her - the need beyond sexual, as if he were bewitched.

As his own internal voice screamed at him to stop, to reverse and run he felt himself moving to her, sliding up the bed to cradle her. He snuggled up, wrapping her wrinkly naked flesh in his embrace before leaning in for a kiss, her rough tongue dancing with his own, tasting their fluids as they mingled with their combined saliva and she cooed gently, praising him when finally their lips parted.

"Good boy." she croaked as her withered hand found the back of his head, scratching him softly as she guided him downward to one of her saggy breasts, his mouth eagerly wrapping around a huge nipple and sucking gently.

There they lay as time unknown passed, Mark's cock gradually growing firm once more against the cool, clammy flesh of his elderly neighbour's thigh as he suckled and licked at her. Only hours ago Mark would have thought the scene something from a horror movie, a nightmare, but now all he could think about was how he couldn't wait to mount her again. To taste her... taste them again. Feeling his cock pulse at the thought he knew he would not have to wait long.