Voracious

I don't know what this thing is, but I know it was given to me, and I also know what I have to do about it. Whatever it is, it works alongside me, and I function as some kind of host for it. I still have to eat and drink and sleep and do all the usual crap people do, but I also have to provide it with what it needs. If I don't then I know it will just take from me instead, I suspect it probably works like something I read online one time, how a starving person's body begins to eat the proteins in their muscle—none of that ever ends well.

I was chosen by its previous host so suddenly and unexpectedly and I wasn't left with any guidance at all. I've ended up making fatal mistakes, and I'm still learning. I've picked Donovan as part of that learning process, but I had to show him my power first. As far as the fatal mistakes are concerned, I've killed two people. Nobody would ever figure out I've done that, because this thing doesn't leave any evidence like that, it just wears them down until their bodies give up in some way.

I don't think I could ever be called a murderer, even if I'd intended to kill, I'm just doing what I must do, like every other surviving thing on the planet.

I feel like I was chosen because I am the right person to be doing this, I don't think it was an accident. Part of me feels special for that, and I can see how people could see that as a bad thing.

Now, I've chosen Donovan. Not to pass it on, I don't even know how to do what was done to me, but instead I've chosen him for something else. I don't want him to end up like the others, my plan is not to keep feeding from him, but to get him on my side. He could help me find people to feed from, Don is smart and I have a lot in common with him, I'm also interested to see how much control this thing can give me over someone else.

I've already successfully created a link between us both, a merging of our energies, and in turn our thoughts have merged too. I know he knows I did something to him that night, something weird that can't be explained with science, something I wouldn't have believed in either before I got thrown into the deep end. I also hadn't particularly tried to hide it from him, and that was necessary.

He is angry with me. I can feel it.

I'm still not the most experienced person with this stuff, so, although not lethal I did make some gaffes with Don too. If I could go back and change things, I would have left him some snacks and water close to his bed for when he woke up. Instead, I managed to make myself look like a complete arsehole. I could have messaged him asking how he was, but I intentionally haven't contacted him. I want to see how much control I've formed over him already. I also was the one to make the first move on the dating app, I don't like the idea of always being the one making the first move, but that additional part is my pride and nothing else.

The bottom line is, he must contact me first.

He's thinking about me, and he is definitely pissed off. I like it, I need to affect him for my plan to work. Also, I'm starting to feel something else coming from him in that moment.

Arousal.

I put down my mostly finished black origami beetle, stand, and make my way to my bed. I strip from my leggings and tee shirt so I'm only in my underwear, then I climb onto the bed. I'm not sure how successful I'll be, but if this goes to plan, I can strengthen our connection so that we'll be merged deeper and he'll more or less be mine.

This isn't about being a couple, it's something much stronger.

I lay back on the bed and run my hands over my thighs, belly and up to my breasts, enjoying the softness of my skin and the firmness of my nipples under my palms. Focusing on Don's arousal, I start to rub myself over my underwear. I start at my clit, feeling a warm tingle spread through my pussy. The lace is slightly coarse on my fingers while I feel fleshy and hot underneath, the contrast excites me more.

I can feel him touching himself, stroking his cock with my image in his mind. I move my fingers down and start to rub them where my hole is, the fabric is wet from my excitement.

Really wet.

I feel a warm aching sensation focused mostly between my legs and spreading up all through my body as I tease myself. Hooking my fingers around the waistband of my underwear, I peel them off and pull them down my thighs, feeling the fabric against my stirred, sensitive skin. The frustration involved in Don's arousal is turning me on more, the mix is invigorating! The more emotion I make him feel towards me combined with his arousal, the more we merge.

Now, completely naked and incredibly turned on, I waste no time. I stroke my clit, enjoying the velvety feeling as I glide against the hood, before pressing harder and immediately feeling pleasure shoot through my body. I take some of the juices from my entrance, then return to my clit, rubbing in circles, and remember how his mouth felt, the warmth and wetness of his soft, skilled tongue.

He's so hard for me now.

After rubbing myself for a while, I glide my fingers between my swollen labia and take a moment to circle my hole as juice trickles out of me. I roll over onto my knees, grab my pillow and straddle it, I then move my hand between my body and pillow and slide my fingers into my hot, slippery flesh. My pussy embraces my fingers as I explore in there, finding my G-spot, encircling it with my fingertips, and with the pillow pressing me deeper inside of myself.

I hit exactly where I need with ease, feeling a prickling burst of pleasure rushing through my flesh.

Without even summoning them, images flash in my mind. The images vary for a while, as if my mind is out of control, testing different ideas and trying to settle on one. Then, I see a clearer image of myself, arse up, head pressed down into the bed, arms twisted and bound behind my back, and my legs are spread, ankles tied to each bottom bed post. I'm unable to do anything but squirm my hips as Donovan slips into me from behind, pounding into me, the smooth, hard head of his cock hitting my G-Spot over and over and I'm compelled to do nothing but accept the pleasure he gives me.

It hits me that this must be what he's imagining! I've never seen the images in a guy's thoughts before now, it's always just been the strength of their arousal and general ideas of what they want to do. Enjoyably surprised, I finger myself harder, my palm pushing closer against my clit as I fuck myself eagerly.

I moan as I ride my fingers, the fabric of the pillow stroking the skin of my inner thighs as I grind my hips. My hole is embracing my fingers, feeling them excite that sweet spot, I feel his pleasure building, a sense of sadism as he pulls my head back by my hair and uses me in his mind. I focus on sending my ripples of pleasure into him too, coaxing him pleadingly.

"Yes, Don," I whisper, "dirtier, please."

I see us drenched in lube, he pops out of my pussy and enters my arsehole instead, and at that I swear I can feel a tingle in my butthole. I've never had someone there before. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly and finding the degenerate indulgence in his thoughts so damn fun. This guy is dirtier than I thought, it's incredible! He has a creativity in his sexuality that I haven't found in any guy I've grown close to before.

I wonder if this is how he would have fucked me if he could have? The simple restraints he had me in that day could have been nothing to him.

Somehow, I know that I've brought his innermost sexual urges to the centre. Yes, this is good.

In his thoughts, he comes round to the front of me, making me take his cock in my mouth and fucking my face. It's then that I feel his orgasm bursting through his thoughts, mine shooting through the surface too as I moan and squirm on my squeaking bed. His thoughts almost glitch statically as they become coated with his pleasure. I imagine how his warm member must feel in his hand as he comes, then imagine it in my mouth, crying out his name, throbbing and spasming in bliss with him.

I collapse down and slip my come-drenched fingers out of myself. Lying down, sweating slightly and still straddling the pillow, my abdomen rises and falls rapidly as I try to catch my breath. I lick my fingers clean, knowing I would sure as hell be making him do it if he was here. I lie here, basking in the afterglow as the comforting warmth of it caresses my body. Tonight, something has definitely changed, a good and favourable change.

Donovan is mine.

***

Donovan

I wake up the next morning to blue tit birdsong and Circe meowing and pawing at my face. Daylight behind my curtains illuminates the dark room with a warm glow. I can't remember my dreams.

I'm under the duvet, warm and cosy, I feel much better—my body, my mood, everything. Katiya is the first thing that comes to mind, and the only thing I want to think about. I feel a warmth spreading through me at the thought of her, and I realise a newfound affection for her, somehow.

I reach out and ruffle Circe's fur, then get out of bed. I'm eager to get some food in her bowl so I can have some time to myself to do some thinking.

After feeding the cat, using the toilet, and brushing my teeth, I crawl back into bed. I imagine Katiya lying beside me, and somehow this feels natural. Actually, she should be here.

Last night I felt confused, upset, angry, and rejected, today, I feel like I was wrong. There's something more to this and I need to figure it out. Katiya contacted me for a reason that is still unknown to me, she spent time growing close to me, she took something from me that day that has changed things forever, and I feel compelled to speak to her, to have her in my life.

I take my phone from my bedside table and type out a message to her.

"Hey."

I press send.

The message is shown as read almost immediately.

"Hey, how are you?" it reads.

I need to hear what she has to say, and I know there is a lot she must tell me.