Transitions

"We take that book and we burn it," Danny said.

"No," Luke said after a moment of hesitation.

"What do you mean 'no'? You watched that thing **** your best friend and you want to Keep it around for play?" Danny said.

"No, but."

"No. Just no."

Luke caught up with Danny, who started to walk off towards home.

"Something isn't right, Danny. You saw it, I saw it. That thing put something inside of Becky."

"So what?"

"You aren't worried about that?" Luke asked, flabbergasted. "Who knows what that'll do to her."

"Probably nothing."

"You're delusional. Besides, you didn't think anything was off about Becky on the way back? Didn't she seem different?"

Danny paused. "Yeah, maybe."

"Yeah definitely. Who knows what might happen. I'm worried about her dude."

"Then why keep the book?"

"It's our only tether all that demon shit. I know it's dangerous, but it might be our only resource for helping Becky if things go south."

Danny furled his brow for a moment. Luke held his breath. Finally Danny nodded.

"Fine, we'll keep it," he said. "But, keep it the fuck away from Bex. It's done enough to her."

"Absolutely," Luke said. "No question."

***

Did she remember it? Yes and no. Images and sounds, smells and tastes, they came and went in flashes. Points of memory in disjointed fragments. There was no start or end in the sequence. It all just happened.

The feelings were different. Becky remembered the feelings perfectly. They appeared in her brain as clear as crystal. The searing, stretching pain. The tingling, giddy heat that seemed to radiate from her womanhood up into her belly. The feeling of being filled. So wonderfully filled with a hot, dominating rod of flesh.

Then there was that final feeling. Darkness injected directly into her center.

Becky shook her head, her boyish, unkempt blonde hair fluttering in the artificial breeze of her home's air conditioning unit. It was all fragments. Unintelligible fragments.

"What happened to me?" She whispered.

Then the sensation returned. A burning, tingling need in nether lips. The heat spread in her body, demanding attention.

Becky stared at herself in the mirror, panting softly. Slowly, she slipped her right hand under the waistband of her skirt and gently massaged her delicate petals.

The feeling was electric. While Becky had explored herself in the past, she had never felt like this. A burning, overwhelming arousal that seeped into her very being.

A flash appeared in her mind. Something slimy and hot ramming into her. Then the image was gone, leaving that **** emptiness.

Becky picked up the pace of her ministrations, quickly working herself up to an earth shattering organs. Her girl honey sprayed the carpet and trickled down her legs.

"Shit," she whimpered, collapsing into her knees.

Becky had never done that in years of touching herself. She didn't even know that she COULD do that.

Inside Becky, the darkness spread and multiplied, aided dramatically by her submission to her own lust.