“You want me to eat souls?” she asked, looking at me with large eyes. The moonlight filtered through trees, lighting up her face. I tried to avoid the moonbeams, worried I still wasn’t powerful enough to withstand their light.
“You’ll be something great when I’m done with you.” I slid a tentacle under her chin, pushing her head higher. “You’ll raise the dead with the flick of your wrist. You’ll be a powerful necromancer like this world has never seen.”
“You can’t make me do that, Makwa,” she finally said, tugging her face from my touch. She looked pissed off. I liked that look on her face, a little brat that needed taming.
“Oh my sweet little fawn,” I growled, swelling up and hovering over her in an intimidating stance. She shrunk back, sucking in a sharp breath. “I do whatever I want whether I have the right to or not.” My tentacles slapped out on her wrists and ankles like shackles. She gasped, her back arching as I pushed her to the ground.
I was already feeling that urge to possess her again. I always would. I wanted to plunge inside her, make her cry and writhe. I could feel her wanting it too—the soul-deep craving to be connected with me. Even when our bodies were separated we still could feel each other in ways—sense emotions and thick desires.
“Makwa,” she whispered, as I held her against the dirt. Movement behind her caught my attention. Brandon finally emerged from his hiding spot, unable to keep away despite thinking he had to. He snatched up Ava, his pale fingers filthy with dried blood and dark dirt. I let him take her, releasing her from my grip.
“Brandon!” she said in surprise, her eyes scanning the deer skull on his head.
Brandon looked thin. His arms shook as he maneuvered Ava behind him but his determination and drive to protect kept him moving. It was a sad sight to see how weak he let himself get. He could be strong. He just needed the right owner to control him. I was that owner. I’d force him to stop making himself suffer and unleash the powerful beast he had still hidden inside.
“Leave her alone,” he spat. He moved in front of her but swayed then went to all fours, his antlers hanging low as he panted, trying to catch his breath. His gaze zeroed in on the dead man, his attention unable to move away once it locked on. His body shook with tension and I knew why. He was trying to hold back from the overwhelming hunger that demanded heeat.
“Fuck,” he huffed, gripping his concave stomach. I smiled.
“Everybody has to eat,” I told him.
“Fuck you,” he spat, eyesstilllocked on the corpse. Ava shifted forward, reaching out for him. When her fingers touched his arm he wrenched away from her abruptly.
“Stay away,” he begged. I took the opening, a tentacle slapping around his neck and tugging him to the ground on his back. His body flopped down from the harsh takedown. His fingers dug into his tentacle collar, his boots' heels digging into the dirt.
“What are you doing?” Ava demanded in shock.
“What I’m always doing. The things thathaveto be done but no one else wants to do.”
“But—”
“But nothing. I’m saving him,” I growled.
“Fuck you,” Brandon spat. I looked over at him and condensed my body, making it shaped similar to the man I used to be. I was still too weak to make it perfect. Dripping black slime slid around the edges of my person. My facial features kept moving around too much when I made expressions—eyes going too big when I widened them, my mouth stretching too long when I smiled.
Brandon’s heart was beating fast, fluttering behind his rib cage. Despite what I was doing, his attention kept darting to the corpse.
“What are you going to do?” He asked through his teeth, attempting to thrash against my hold. His antlers dug lines in the dirt above his head. His electric green hair peeked out behind the skull and his tattooed forearms strained as he tried to pry me off him without success. His deer skull head snapped its jaw open and shut in anger.
“I’m going to force-feed my new pet,” I said, bringing a tentacle close to his mouth. It was still coated in blood from the recent kill. He growled when I called him my pet and I stretched my face into a wide smile.
“Now, be a good boy and clean it up,” I said, pressing it into his mouth. He stretched his face away and gagged, his throat muscles working to push me back out. The moment he finally tasted the blood, he stopped fighting. His long tongue wrapped around my tentacle, drawing it deeper in his mouth as he moaned. His fingers stayed gripped around the tentacle at his neck, making sure I didn't squeeze too tight. He pushed his head up, trying to get more of the blood off me.
His tongue ran over me and he sucked, getting it clean and wet. I shuddered from the sensation then smiled before pulling the tentacle back. Other tentacles grabbed Ava, dragging her across the dirt to be closer to us. I slid the tentacle over her lips, rubbing Brandon’s spit on them.
“I should fuck you with the tentacle he got all nice and clean,” I said to her. She looked like she couldn’t decide whether to glare or give in. I brushed another tentacle across her chest, feeling the pebbled points of her nipples. She gasped, her legs spreading. Her soul was reaching for me, I could feel the tug demanding I get back inside.
Possession aside, I simply wanted to fuck her again. Brandon watched, only struggling a tiny bit.
“Hmm, maybe we have a little time,” I said, sliding the spit-coated tentacle up Ava’s thigh. Her dress pushed up, revealing her bare cunt to us, her panties still in the dirt somewhere.
I laughed as I brushed the tentacle up her slit, taking note how wet she was. I could taste her desire through our connection, like fermented berries. It hummed in my brain, making me feel drunk. Ava had a way of doing that to the supernatural.
“Does someone like that idea?” I asked her, already knowing the answer. Brandon’s full attention was on her, the corpse forgotten. Interesting. It seemed there was one thing that could distract him from his cannibalistic hunger. Maybe I could use that. I kept Brandon down by his neck. He was being so good now, not struggling at all against his collar and leash.
“She wants us,” I said to him. His blue eyes peered out of the skull and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“Ava, are you okay?” He asked. Ava blew out a breath of frustration, dropping her head to the ground and looking up at the stars.
