“I’m fine. Makwa, this isn’t the time. What about the people in the cave,” she said, squirming against the grip I had on her ankles and wrists.
“Horrible time,” I agreed. I pushed the tentacle back into Brandon’s mouth.
“Now make it wet,” I told him in a patronizing tone. He coughed and gagged as I shoved it in deep. He pushed his tongue from his mouth, knowing how to help alleviate something big in his throat. I laughed and pulled my tentacle back out.
“She said she isn’t interested,” Brandon snapped at me, coughing.
“That’s not what she said. She said the timing was bad. Tell me to stop, Ava,” I said. I knew she wouldn’t because I knew her mind. She was enjoying this. I’d carved out my place in her body and she wouldn’t feel complete without me.
Ava looked over his thinning body, thoughts flashing behind her eyes. What was my little fawn thinking about? Perhaps how much better Brandon had looked after he fucked her mouth.
“Quickly,” she said in agreement. I brushed the saliva-coated tentacle up her thigh, leaving a wet trail. It glided over her entrance, roughly grinding against her clit. She gasped and when she did, I shoved the tentacle into her cunt, making her gasp double. Her back bowed and she tightened around me.
“Fuck,” I groaned in pleasure. “Maybe I should get my new dog to fuck you, Ava. I think I’d like to watch that. What do you say?” I smiled widely at Brandon. His cock was a strong outline in his pants. I reached a tentacle out to unsnap the button and tug it open. He let out a breath of relief as the pressure minimized. I slipped a tentacle into his briefs and pulled them down. A piercing glinted in the moonlight.
Ava moaned, reaching towards him as I thrust my tentacle inside her deeper.
“Brandon,” she sighed, reaching for him.
“I might hurt you,” he said.
“I might help you,” she countered. “I want this. I want you.” His throat bobbed.
“Hey!” Someone called out, a human checking in because we’d been gone too long.
“What afuckingpity,” I snapped, pulling all my tentacles back, releasing them both. I grabbed the dismembered arm with a tentacle.
“Don’t be shy, Brandon,” I told him, flinging the arm next to him in the dirt. It landed in a flop on the ground. We didn’t have time to play around anymore. Fingers with metal skull rings slowly zipped himself back up and then reached out, wrapping around the severed arm. His body was shaking, his breath coming out in ragged puffs. He was fighting the hunger and losing. He began pulling the arm closer to his mouth.
“There’s a good doggy,” I said. A long tongue slid out, licking the length of it, coating his tongue in blood. He moved to his knees, groaning deeply in pleasure as he licked it again.
Ava watched him, her face etched in concern. Her eyes went to me, a question in them. She was struggling with the reality of what Brandon needed. He finally lost the fight, teeth sinking deep into bloody flesh and tearing off a mouthful of meat.
“Hey!” Someone called out again, the sound of them stomping coming closer.
Brandon lunged feverishly towards the dead body on the ground. His fingers gripped at the corpse’s clothes as he tried to hold himself back. He was already filled out to his normal size from just one bite. As he sank to his knees and dug in, he began growing even more, taller and thicker than the original.
“Good boy,” I purred thickly. He gets the body, I get the soul. We were going to make an amazing team if he stayed on my good side. I reached forward and sunk my fingers into his green hair.
He held a piece of flesh away from his mouth a moment to growl at me and I pulled my hand back. What a fitting pet for a necromancer turned ghoul. We’d make a horrifying duo.
“What are we going to do?” Ava said in a panic as the cult member’s noises drew closer.
“Hey! What’s going on! Answer me!” The man crashed through the trees.
“Simple. We’re going to kill them all,” I said in glee as the person finally invaded our space. His face drained of all blood when he spotted Brandon eating his friend on the ground. He looked up and saw the real me outside of Ava. He screamed in terror, unable to stop his reaction as one of my eyes began sliding down my face.
“Fuck!” He reached for his gun. The shot went off, a loud crack in the night. A bullet went through my body without any harm to me at all.
“What a shame those no longer work on me,” I said with false disappointment before I laughed, feeling the edge of mania start flooding my system as the promise of murder and soul-eating barreled close. Finally, the curtain rises. Let the show begin!
The man began shooting at me again and I laughed wildly as they passed through my body. Ava scrambled over to Brandon, throwing her body on top of his despite the fact he was eating a person. The twitchy gunman looked panicked and her movement caught his attention. I knew Ben would have a fit if Ava was hurt but this guy was too lost in fear to follow a rational plan.
I shot out a tentacle, wrapping it around his gun and twisting until his fingers crunched. The gun fell with a thud to the ground. His trigger finger was bent backwards at an angle it shouldn’t. He tried to run but I grabbed him, a tentacle twisting around his body, lifting him up, and throwing him roughly through the forest back the way he came.
He hit several trees on the way. One hit was to the back of his head and his screams gurgled and died.
I rushed forward, bringing the fight to the humans now scrambling to get up and out of the cave after hearing the fight. I made it to the cave entrance just as they were trying to pile out, guns in hand. They saw me and I swelled up to a terrifying height, a mad collection of tentacles writhing frantically all around me. I didn’t look like anything they’d ever seen before. I was alien, unknown, terrifying. I could see that in their stretched out faces, mouths gaping wide, and pupils pinpricks of fear. I saw the dark reflection of my mass in their eyes.
