When his two hot, Korean friends stopped answering their texts, Peter feared the worst. When he went to check on them, however, he found was beyond what he could have imagined...
Free Demon Mind Control Story Sample Below
With his best friends Megan and Lara turned to sex demons who feed on the sexual and mental energies of others to survive.
His hot, young friends Megan and Lara have transformed into succubi, sex demons who feed on the sexual and mental energies of others to survive.he three friends will have to work together to keep their sanity—and their humanity—intact. Doing this, however, will involve more sex than he ever dreamed of having.
He's soon to find, however, that getting down with demons—even ones who are his best friends—is a more dangerous prospect than he realizes, with their very touch inflicting mind-breaking levels of pleasure on his mortal body.
Can the three friends make it work? Can they forge normal lives under this new dynamic? Will they ever remember they have classes between marathon sessions of dark, steamy, demon sex?
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That, however, is another story, told in another place. This is the tale of what came after, and of the repercussions that followed for two of those four ill-fated women. For them, and the one man who counted them both as his best friends.
The smell of sweet spice and brimstone filled the air as Lara and Megan—roommates, best friends, and, now, lovers—slowly awoke from the dark haze that held their minds captive. Megan moaned softly, her arms shaking as she rose to look around.
There was a low, gloomy light permeating the place, but from a source she couldn't pinpoint. It wasn't the dozens of candles set out on the cool tile floor, because they were all out. No, the light seemed to radiate with no source from a point in the air over a circle painted on the ground alongside a series of runes.
She heard a pained voice and looked up to see Lara. Her heart jumped as she looked at her. She was naked, her slender frame covered with a sheen of sweat, strands of her short, silky raven hair stuck to her face. Megan felt alarm and confusion to behold her friend like that, but she felt something else, too. When she realized what it was, she had to look away.
It was yearning. The yearning she had pushed down and shied away from for years. And now, with just a glance, it flared bright and hot and powerful. She swallowed, shaking her head. It wasn't right. They had agreed long ago that it wasn't right. Wasn't a good idea.
But even as she lay there, that yearning bloomed like a rose. She felt it transform in her chest, shifting to become burning, undeniable want.
She looked again at Lara. She was almost painfully beautiful. Her heart-shaped face with its delicate Korean features, features so similar to Megan's that they were often mistaken for siblings. Her slim form, a dancer's body with toned curves, and smooth skin. Short, dark hair, that, even mussed, accentuated her high cheekbones. These thoughts that filled her inner world, her dreams, now rose freely. Openly.
Compelled by her growing desire, she crawled across the floor to Lara, taking her hand. When she did, Lara locked eyes with her. In those eyes, Megan saw the same thoughts in her mind. Literally saw them, somehow, flowering in her mind as well. The shock and power of it shook her to her core.
Without thinking, without control, they kissed one another. Tasting one another's lips. One another's tongue. The sweat and saliva and deep, growing hunger mixed in their mouths, and for a moment, time stood still.
"You OK?" she said when they finally broke the kiss.
Lara nodded and squeezed her hand, her eyes almost seeming to glow. "I think... I think we might have had sex earlier."
Megan swallowed. "Yeah."
"It was really good."
Megan felt tears welling in her eyes. Was this a dream? If it was, it was the weirdest, scariest, and most wonderful dream she could have?
"I... I don't think it's a dream," Lara said, then blinked. "You didn't say that, did you?"
Megan shook her head.
Lara sat up, then pushed the hair out of her face. With a hesitant hand, she took Megan and pulled her close. "This is really weird."
Megan slid her arm around the waist of her friend turned lover. "Yeah," she said. "It really is."
<And I really, really want it to be real,> she thought, to which Lara snuggled closer, pressing her body tight against Megan's.
"You don't know the half of it," a weary voice said to their side. They looked to see a tall, pale woman. A woman who was, like them, also naked, and also sheened with sweat. She was holding out a blanket to the two of them, a wry smile on her lips. Her name was Amanda, though Megan didn't know *how* she knew this. Her name might as well have been hovering over her head like they were in some MMO. This did not help her fear that this was a dream.
"Did what I think happened... just happen?" Lara said, taking the blanket and wrapping it around the two of them.
"Do you think a sex demon brain banged the two of you in your dreams, then made you come here for some freaky ass spell?"
The two Korean girls looked at one another. "Not exactly those words, but yeah," Megan said.
The Amanda, her pale, naked body lined with intricate tattoos, ran her fingers through her short hair. "Yeah, then. It happened."
Lara glanced around. "Then where's the demon? And the... guy? There was a guy, right?"
Amanda's smile was a wry one. "She's gone. So is he. He uh... got a conscience there at the end. Or a spine, one or the other. Either way, he saved us." She wobbled her head. "Kind of, I guess."
She held out a hand to the two of them, helping them up. As she did, Megan saw in the gloom that there was a fourth girl. She was near the center of the circle, on her knees. Her long, blonde hell fell in a sheet over her buxom form. She—Sarah. Her name was Sarah—was looking up into that eerie glow hanging in the air.
Tears trickled down her face, falling to her bare breasts and down to the floor.
"Should we...?" Lara said, motioning towards her.
Amanda shook her head. "No. She's... she's lost more than we have. I think," she paused, glancing around. "I think she works here, anyway."
"I want to get out of here," Megan said. Partly it was because she was overwhelmed and terrified. Partly it was because she wanted to get somewhere safe to prove to herself that this had actually happened. That she and Lara had actually happened, after years of tension. Of questioning. After years of unmet desires.
For an end to that, Megan would accept a nightmare. A nightmare and much, much worse.
The three of them left the shadow filled conference room to find their clothes heaped in a pile in a corner of the outer hallway. Megan was grateful, because even as hazy as she was, she knew it was freezing cold outside.
Back in the main area of the library, it was beyond creepy. Empty, unlit, and suffused with a dark gloom. It was like something out of a horror movie, even discounting the naked lady demon ritual. Megan held tight to Lara's hand, though, and that alone made every step worth it.
"Something still feels wrong," Lara said quietly as they crept past shelf after shelf of books.
Amanda gave her a sideways glance. "What makes you say that? The fact we both knew what you were going to say?"
Megan swallowed. The goth girl was right. She could have mouthed the words right along with her lover. "Maybe it'll wear off?" she offered.
"Sure," Amanda said, and smiled. "There's no way you can have a ritual demon orgy without having some weird after effects, right? I'm sure it's fine."
As they stepped out into the cold December night, taking deep breaths of their own free will—free will that had only narrowly returned to them—they split into two groups, giving one another a last goodbye before walking away from one another.
Megan and Lara went together, heading back to campus where their dormitory apartment was. Despite being back in their winter clothes, they held close to one another.
"So we're..." Lara started, then hesitated. "We're not undoing this, right? We're not shoving this back in the closet?"
Megan stopped, took Lara by the shoulders, and kissed her. "No. Not ever," she said. "I don't think things will ever be the same again."
Lara smiled and returned Megan's kiss. "Good. I don't want it to be."
They walked back, hands entwined, both silently amazed at what had happened. At the strange and wonderful gift given to them.
But even this thought was lost as they pushed open the door, barely remembering to slam it closed as they tore off one another's clothes. Their hands—their mouths—were everywhere, exploring the other's bodies, feeling the other's skin. They tasted each other's sweat; each other's desire, their desperate moans filling their apartment as everything dissolved in that moment. In that moment of ecstasy. In that moment of oblivion.
They writhed in a tangle of limbs and sweat, breathing heavily as they pleasured one another, giggling like schoolgirls. Moaning like porn stars. They found the parts of one another they had always been afraid to touch; they explored—with tongue, with fingers, with lips—until they were lost. Lost in the sensation. Lost in the pleasure.
Lost in each other.
They came together in a storm of passion; the world disappearing as they melted together into one. And it was in that moment that they knew something was truly different. Not just in their feelings, but in themselves.
They felt themselves touching. Mingling. Entwining in some place they could not reach. A place they couldn't describe. There was no name from the sensation they felt in both their minds and... somewhere else, somewhere quickly growing just as tangible.
It was uncanny. Unnatural. Alien.
And it was drawing their mutual orgasm on with no signs of slowing, the peaks of pleasure rising higher and higher.
"Megan," Lara moaned, feeling her lover's sex pulse around her fingers.
Her love hissed back, "Lara... Lara it won't stop..."
Their pleasure tinged with fear as they felt the change deepen, spread throughout them. Megan moaned as something slender teased along her flesh. Something touching her from somewhere *outside* of any space she could point to. Their tongues seemed to sizzle in their mouths, the wetness dripping from there tinged with something... more than was there before.
"Oh god," Lara gasped as the pleasure became too much to bear. Too much to stand. It was as if every nerve in her body was melting down and reforming into something different. Something dark.
"What... are... we...?" Megan whimpered as she felt something pushing out from her back, a black, inky darkness that flowed through the not-air to mingle with the same strange substance rising from Lara.
As true terror gripped her, felt like the pleasure was going to wipe all that she was away, she felt Lara's hand grip her chin, forced her to look in her eyes.
They were glowing.
"It doesn't matter," Lara said, shuddering as they held one another. "If we end. We end here together. Just kiss me. Please."
Megan didn't hesitate; she kissed her—kissed the girl she loved. Kissed as they both changed, morphed into something different than they once were.
Something no longer human.
***
Peter walked down the steps from the Mathematics Building, pausing at the bottom next to the connected Engineering Library to check his phone. On his screen was a private chat room, all the messages over the past several days coming only from him.
Peter: Hey, you two. Are you all right?
Peter: Megan? Lara? The semester's about to start and you two disappear. Did something happen?
Peter: You guys didn't forget that classes start next week, did you?
Peter: Hey. I know you guys like to sneak off sometimes, but I'm starting to worry. Get back to me. Let me know you two are alive.
And so on, and so on. With a sigh, he typed out one last message.
Peter: Hey, you two. Classes started today, and you weren't there. I'm really concerned now. Seriously, is something up?
He sent the message, then pulled off his glasses and rubbed them clean with the edge of his shirt. Returning them to his face, he turned to look down the winding footpath that ran past the Mathematics Building. A long and winding footpath speckled with trees ran between the line of student dorms. He stood there, tapping his foot for a moment, adjusting the folder he carried with his TA assignment for the semester.
"Well," he said to himself at last with a sigh, "let's go check on them. Again."
It was a long walk, past crowds of excited and nervous students for the beginning of the spring semester. Peter fingered his collar, trying not to appear as awkward as he felt. Peter had only moved up to the graduate program last semester, but already he felt awkward around the undergrads.
He went past the larger dorms, turning down to cross several streets to reach the more expensive apartment dorms where Morgan and Lara stayed together just off campus. Finally, he came to the large brick building marking the two girls' home away from home. Peter clenched and unclenched his hands as he stood there, looking at the shaded windows of their dorm apartment. Only then did he notice how clammy his palms were.
Why did he feel so nervous?
Shaking his head, Peter pushed onward towards the building, banishing the dark thoughts before they could creep into his consciousness. He knew the only thing to do was to see the truth of things.
He used the key they'd made him to unlock the door, but as his hand rested on the knob, he hesitated one last time. His ears pricked. Did he hear something inside? He shook his head, and called out, "Megan? Lara? I'm coming in. If you're, uh, naked or something, say something now or forever hold your decency."
After a count of three, and still only silence. Peter pushed his way into the apartment. As he moved into the black and white tile of their kitchen, it felt like he had physically stepped into something, something that now surrounded him. It made the space feel warm. Warm, but not unpleasant.
"Ladies?"
He took another step forward, moving towards the living room. When he reached the open, arched entrance, he pulled up short; his mouth falling open. Laying naked on the sofa was Lara, her body languidly stretched across the cushions. Kneeling between her spread legs was her best friend Megan, just as naked, and running her tongue up and down Lara's slick, engorged sex.
Peter swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. He had known the two girls—his best friends—had complicated feelings for one another. It had been a point of discussion with the two of them, both together and apart. To his knowledge, they had never acted on their mutual desire for each other, but he always knew it was a possibility.
And yet, this wasn't what had drawn him up, frozen with surprise.
It was their faces. Lara's Korean features were serene, almost ethereal. Megan likewise was rapt by pleasure; blissful eyes glistening under half-closed lids. But it was those eyes that had given him pause, that made him momentarily doubt his own sanity.
For in the low light of the dorm living room, the eyes of the two girls literally glowed, the chocolate hazel irises seemed lit by something bright and ghostly from within.
Peter turned his back from the scene, wondering if they'd even noticed him. Wondering if he should just slip out. But then he heard Lara's familiar voice, but with a strange tone, like she was half asleep. Or drugged.
"Oh, hey, Pete..."
"Pete?" It was Megan's slightly lighter voice. "Pete, you... you picked a bad time..."
Peter cleared his throat. "I-I know, I'm sorry," he said. It was like he could feel the weight of their attention on him. "I didn't mean to intrude. I just got worried for you two and..."
Gooseflesh rose on Peter's skin. Part of him swore he felt something touching him, caressing him, but it had to just be the AC coming from the vent.
Lara's words were slow. Dreamy. "You need to leave, Pete. We... we didn't know it would get like this... didn't know it would be this hard..."
Peter shook his head, jerking when he thought he felt something silky-soft run over his shoulders. He grabbed the spot, but found nothing there. "I don't understand. What's happened? If you tell me, maybe I can help. Did you two take something? Did someone drug you?"
"Given something," Megan said softly. "Something naughty, naughty, naughty..."
Peter heard Lara let out a lewd moan as her friend went down on her again, her tongue lapping out at her slick sex. "We've been here... staying a-away from... fuck... from everyone, but Pete... we can feel you... can feel your... your..."
There was no denying it now. Something was running along Peter's skin, under his clothes. But when he looked, there was nothing there. Not even his clothes moved.
Suddenly, he felt the sensation run along his thighs, seeking his crotch. With a sharp gasp, he felt that silky sensation hit his groin, and his penis immediately became erect. Confusion mixed with arousal as something smooth and warm and feathery light slid and curled along his shaft, seemingly unhindered by his clothing.
Peter half stumbled, half fell against the kitchen counter, turning to see Lara rise from her languid pose and sit up straight, propping her elbows against her knees. "It's been easier with each other... Easier to do the right thing. To let it end... end like this, together... But... but Pete, with you there... it's just..."
Megan turned, her eyes glowing brilliantly now. "We're just so hungry..."
"This... hah... this makes no sense!" Peter said, his breath deepening as the sensations on his manhood increased. Images arose in his mind. Ones that seemed to come from outside himself, but pressing themselves inside nonetheless. "H-how is this possible?"
In his mind, Peter was fucking his best friends; those two sweet-faced young twenty-years-olds. Their naked, glistening, shaved bodies writhing below him as he pushed his aching cock into them over and over again, their luminous eyes watching him with a glowing, inner light.
With great effort, he forced the outer fantasy away. The two petite, Korean-born girls had been his closest friends for since he started tutoring them in math their freshman year. He had always recognized their beauty, but had always kept things platonic—not least because he recognized the complicated feelings they had for one another.
But something seemed quite intent on altering those feelings inside himself. Peter could feel something pushing, probing into his mind, like it was trying to find some fissure or weakness. And all the while, that gentle, invisible force stroked and caressed and teased his shaft, making it harder and harder to think. Harder and harder to fight.
With sweat beading on his face, Peter looked over to see Megan had slipped off the couch and was crawling towards him on her hands and knees. She had the look of a predatory animal creeping up on wounded prey. "You've been so good to us, Pete... Always there for us... always willing to help..."
Her eyes were glazed, but as she drew closer to him, they came into laser focus on the straining bulge in Peter's pants. Then Lara's eyes joined hers; burning with hunger, like hungry animals scenting food.
"Do you want to help us now, Pete?"
Lara's voice seemed distant behind her best friend. "Megan..."
"We can't feed on each other, Pete... You could help us... over, and over, and over again... We could make it sooo good for you..."
The sensations along Peter's cock were growing maddeningly intense. His fingers gripped the edge of the counter as her hand slid over the hot bulge in his jeans. He knew he should do something. Say something. But between the assault on his mind, on the invisible force pleasuring his body, his body stood utterly paralyzed.
He felt the dark-haired girl pop open his jeans, pulling open his zipper to free his throbbing erection. A moan escaped his lips; his voice feeling like it was not even his own anymore. He felt her fingers, delicate and warm, take hold of his shaft. Peter felt his mind sinking. Felt the whole of his consciousness being subsumed by a dark, yearning force.
It felt good. It felt so goddamned good.
Peter closed his eyes, feeling his friend's hot breath on his shaft. And then, like a sudden douse of cold water, the force holding onto his mind and body let go.
His eyes shot open, and he saw Lara clasping Megan from behind. It was a loving embrace, but he saw they were both shaking.
"We promised, Megan," she whispered. "We promised we wouldn't. We can't go like the others did. And we can't do this to Pete. We just can't..."
Peter realized he was shaking, too. His erection throbbed with its hardness, but more than that, he felt a rawness in his head, like a vice had loosened off his skull. But when he looked down at Megan's naked body and saw she was crying, he felt a pain in his heart.
"I'm so hungry, Lara..." she mewled softly. "So hungry... so empty..."
"I know," she said, her face buried in Megan's hair. "Me, too."
"Lara," Peter said, cringing with discomfort as he stowed his hardness back inside his pants. "Please. Tell me what's going on. None of this makes any sense."
He saw Lara's glimmering eyes peek up from his friend's mussed hair. "It's bad, Pete. Real bad. Do you... do you know those monster movies we all watch together? The ones with vampires and exorcisms and mind control cults?"
Peter furrowed his brow, but nodded. "I do..."
"It's like all that. But horny. Really, really horny."
It sounded insane, but Peter could feel the ache refusing to let up in his loins, and felt he could at least partially understand. "But how? What happened to you two?"
"She came to our dreams," Lara said with a soft shudder. "A... a..."
"A demon," Megan finished for her friend, pulling her Lara's arms more tightly around her. She seemed to take strength in their embrace. "She told us she could show us how to be together."
"I... see," Peter said. "And she... did this to you?"
"She messed with our heads," Lara said. "Us and two other girls. I... I think she was going to eat us or something. But this guy... he saved us."
"He also caused it, though, so he doesn't exactly get a lot of credit," Megan added.
"Yeah," Lara said, her tone dropping, then sighed. "And he also kind of didn't save us, either. Both him and the demon disappeared. But whatever it did to us... part of it stayed. We've been changing, Pete. Turning into..." she shrugged, squeezing her naked friend more tightly. "This."
"Sex vampires," Megan said in a small voice.
"Succubi," Lara corrected. "That's what the others called it."
Peter felt like he was going to faint. He took a breath and steadied himself. "This is... this is a lot."
"Welcome to our world," Megan said.
Not knowing what else to do, Peter went and pulled the blanket from the couch and wrapped it around the two. It seemed a feeble gesture, but the two girls snuggled around the fabric. He then sat himself on the tile floor across from them. He could still feel the tension in the air. It was like a palpable force; a heaviness pressing down on all of his senses.
Lara was the first one to speak. "The others have... fallen in line with things. Sarah was all in on it. Amanda tried not to, but... but it's really hard."
"How have you managed so far?"
An awkward smile came over both their lips. "We fucked each other," Megan said.
"It's what we wanted in the first place," Lara said. "To... to not care anymore. About what everyone else thought. About what they'd do if they found out. It's been easier to stay away from others when we've had each other. But..."
"But you can't... feed off each other?" Peter said, guessing the problem.
Lara shrugged. "It's like passing the same bit of... energy? It's like passing it back and forth. There's no new source of it. So... we're kind of starving here. We were... were..."
Lara faltered, her voice choking up slightly. Megan finished in a small voice, "We were going to stay in here together till..." she drew a line across her throat with her finger. "But then you showed up and I... I lost control." She looked at him with glowing eyes that were wet with tears. "Sorry..."
Peter sighed, trying to process all this new information as quickly as he could. He took his glasses off and wiped the perspiration from them. "It's OK," he said, putting them back on. "I don't see how you could have known... any of this. It's all crazy."
"Yeah..." the two said in unison.
"But you can't... can't..." and it was Peter who faltered this time. The words 'kill yourselves,' just wouldn't come out. His mind wouldn't allow it. "Can't just let yourselves give up like that."
He wanted to reach out, to take the hands of his two best friends, but thought better of it. He imagined right now his touch wouldn't make things easier for them. "Surely we can find another option somewhere? Somehow?"
Lara gave him a sad smile. "It's not easy to think when you're this..."
"Hungry?" he offered.
"Horny. But it's kind of the same thing for us now."
"And thinking wasn't exactly our thing," Megan added, looking up at him. "It's why you had to spend so long helping us through Calculus 101..."
"C'mon, now," Peter said. "That's not how I remember it. I remember two young ladies who never gave up, no matter how hard something was for them."
The two girls said nothing, but he saw their fingers lace more tightly into one another's.
"Look. I can't imagine what this is like. I don't think my mind has even come to terms with it." Peter leaned forward. "But I'm pretty sure there's got to be some other way we can handle this."
Both girls smiled, and even with their glowing, ethereal countenances, Peter saw the faces of the girls who always laughed and teased and made each other happy; the girls who always tried to have fun together with him. In his deepest core, he wanted to see the two girls have that again. And if he could do anything to help that happen, he would.
The girls looked into each other's eyes. "I think me and Megan need to talk," Lara said, turning her gaze slowly back to him. "Alone. For just a bit, at least." She bit her lip. "You're our best friend, Peter. We just couldn't live with ourselves if we... um..."
"If you what?"
"If we turned you into a sex zombie," Megan said, finishing her friend's sentence as they so often did.
"Oh. Right," Peter coughed. "No, I'd prefer not to have that happen, either."
Peter gave them a last look before he left their dorm apartment. They sat on the couch now, still wrapped together in the blanket. That glow was still about them. Strange, eerie, and still possessing of an otherworldly beauty. He didn't know what the answer was to their problem—he barely understood the problem itself—but he knew he didn't want that answer to be their end. He didn't want a world without those two silly, adorable girls in it.
***
As the hours dragged on and night fell, Peter desperately wished he had some kind of vice to lean on. He half considered buying a pack of cigarettes just to try something—anything—to help take his mind off the churning anxiety inside his head. He ended up sitting on a bench, looking out over a large pond with the Rocky Mountains stretching out in the far distance.
Just as the chill set in and he saw his slow, unsteady breath crystalize in the air before him, his phone chimed. His heart pounded as he extracted it from his pocket.
Lara: Hey.
Peter: Hey there. You two talked?
Lara: Yeah. We think we might have an idea. It's weird, though.
Peter's fingers paused as his mind churned through possibilities.
Peter: Define weird.
Lara: We can. Maybe in person, though? So we don't have a text record of everything? There was a smiling emoji with a sweat drop, as if to punctuate the nervousness in her words.
Peter considered pushed for more information, but thought better of it. Any idea had to be better than what they had first considered.
Peter: I'll be right there.
Lara sent a smiling emoji in response, but nothing more.
The nighttime walk back to their dorm did not ease Peter's nerves. But before he knocked on the door, he stopped and took a long, steadying breath to steel himself. The last time he'd done that, it was the night before the girls' final exam, where they'd studied together until well past 3:00 AM to ensure they understood the material well enough to pass.
He'd helped them through that crisis. He'd help them through this one, too.
As he entered back into their dorm, he could feel the shift. Any thought of this being some delusion or psychosis dissolved as he could feel the aura coming off the two girls. They had changed into something different, and now that they were fully awake and aware, it was impossible to deny.
They were waiting on him, both slender girls in cinched bathrobes. They both looked a little nervous. A little awkward. And something else. Expectant?
"So," he said, looking from one to the other. "Shall we talk ideas?"
"We've been talking," Lara said, as they sat down together; Peter in the chair, the girls on the couch they'd been making love on. She sighed. "There's so much that's hard to explain, but we'll do our best."
"Take your time," he said. "Take as long as you need."
"Easy for you to say," Megan said, sticking out her tongue. "You're not going crazy with hunger over here."
"Fair point," Peter said, rubbing his neck. "Please. Go on."
Lara poked Megan in the side, then continued. "The first thing is that's it has been different between us and the others. Sarah didn't even try to, and Amanda..."
"Amanda almost drained someone dry," Megan said, her eyes drifting away.
Peter didn't know what this meant, but it sounded terrifying. "OK," he said. "You mentioned that you're... having each other helped this?"
Lara nodded. "Being finally able to be with each other made the hunger... not so bad. For a long while, at least."
Magan grinned weakly. "We had other things on our mind."
"It made it easier to control." Lara said, nudging shoulders with her best friend. "I didn't really notice how much it helped until I managed, uh, keep her from scrambling your brains earlier."
Megan blushed slightly, and Peter couldn't tell whether her glowing eyes added to or detracted from the look's cuteness. "Yeah... sorry about that."
He laughed nervously. "It's OK. Bullet dodged."
I hope, he added internally.
"That's actually what gave me the idea," Lara went on, rubbing Megan's knee. "I think there might be a way for us to, well, feed without having to do the, well..."
"Brain scrambling?" Peter offered.
"Yeah. But," she paused, and he could see the reticence on Lara's face. "You still might not like it..."
"Try me," Peter said, feeling his own nervousness but pushing past it. "Just... help me understand."
Lara ran her hands down her face. "It's complicated, because it's all feelings and instinct. We can... smell you. Or taste you."
"Smaste you," Megan said, offhand.
"Yeah, it's like a mix of stuff. Not your body, but your emotion. Your energy."
Megan's eyes glimmered. "And it smastes really fucking yummy."
Peter removed his glasses and cleaned them, giving his shaking hands something to do. "I take it that's a bad thing."
Lara nodded, her face somber. "It is, because if we... fed off of you, it would change you."
Megan sank onto the couch. "Sex zombie."
"Sarah did it to someone," Lara went on. "Amanda, too, eventually. It made them weird. Like... like a pet. Or worse."
She paused then, sighing. "We really don't want to do that to you."
"But you said you had an idea?" Peter said intently.
"When we're together," Lara said, taking Megan's hand again. "It's... easier. We can keep each other from... dipping down to the part that changes you."
Megan was blushing again, but she said, "Yeah. Less of a feeding and more a, you know, light tasting?"
Peter blinked, trying to digest everything. "And that would give you what you needed without the... zombie thing?"
They were both fidgeting. "We think so?" Lara said with less conviction than Peter would have liked.
Still, Peter laughed despite himself. This was all crazy, crazy to where, if he suddenly woke up from all this, it wouldn't have surprised him. He'd already pinched himself earlier in the evening, however, and it seemed this was as real as it got.
And so, as the two friends-turned-succubi stared at him with slightly misty eyes, Peter took a breath and said, "OK. I'll do it."
The two looked at each other, smiled, and when they looked back, it was as if a barely constrained mask had fallen away. With visages of pure, joyous lust, the two girls leaped at him.
Peter reared back in surprise in his chair as Megan landed on his lap, her robe discarded to reveal her naked body already glistening with desire. She straddled him, pushing her lips against him; shoving her tongue into his mouth as she sank into him. The heat rising from her was immediate and intoxicating. Her dark hair fell across his face like gentle fingers.
"We need you so badly," Lara murmured into his ear, wrapping her arms around his chest, her supple, perky breasts pressing into his arm. Peter's entire body shuddered as he felt the press of a kiss on the nape of his neck.
He felt their auras welling around him. Like liquid silk, it flowed over his body; invisible, but oh so tangible. It wasn't the wild, intense rush he felt the first time he had come in. It was steady. Slow. And, though he couldn't explain how he could feel it, he knew it wasn't seeping into his mind.
That didn't change how mind-wrackingly intense it felt, however.
"You taste so good," Megan mewled as she broke the kiss, lines of saliva connecting their mouths. And then she was ripping at his clothes. Cloth tearing and buttons popping. Revealing Peter's toned chest and trim abs, a body kept fit with daily runs and regular marathons.
The feelings of pleasure were so strange and intense as to be alien. Nothing on Peter's body had ever felt as good as his tongue had when Megan's had danced along it. Nothing had tasted as sweet as her saliva. His cock was already hard. Already ready. The steady feeling of silk on his skin from their invisible will only added to the intensity.
Lara caressed his arm, her smooth fingers feeling almost unnatural in the sensations they sent through his skin. It wasn't supposed to do that. A single touch wasn't supposed to feel that good.
Peter hadn't expected this. Hadn't prepared for it.
"Lara," Peter said, his voice dry. "I'm... I'm a little scared here."
"Yeah," Lara breathed into his ear. "I can tell. I... I could turn it off. Turn off the fear. But I'd have to push into you, and if I did... I wouldn't be able to stop."
"We'll be good," Megan said, planting kisses down his neck. His chest. Teasing his nipples with her tongue, sending uncanny jolts of pleasure through his body.
Lara's voice was halting, and Peter could tell she was only barely restraining herself. "I... I wish I could say we... that we knew what we're doing, but this is as new for us as it is for you, Pete. But we'll... we'll do it right. I promise. Just... trust us. Please?"
Peter looked over into Lara's glowing eyes. He saw the soul-deep hunger there. The need. But he also saw his best friend. Saw her effort. Saw her care.
"OK," Peter said, and took her hand. "We'll get this right together."
The Korean girl's smile was like warm sunshine, and she met his lips with hers, more gently than Megan had, her tongue sliding like satin in to fill him again with that strange, alien ecstasy.
I'm going to orgasm, he thought, as her tongue pleasured his. I'm going to orgasm from this kiss alone...
But he didn't. It just went on and on, but as Megan fell lower, and he felt her literally rip open his pants to release his throbbing manhood, a new fearful thought arose.
If this is normal touch... what's it going to feel like down... down...
His vision went white as Megan's demon lips slid over the tip of Peter's shaft, her tongue acting like the switch on an electric chair of pleasure. His hands clutched at Lara; trying—and failing—to hold back the orgasmic rush of blissful sensations rushing through every fiber of his being. Lara moved up along his body so that her pert, round tits traced a devilish trail of delight along his skin.
Peter heard Lara's voice amid that hellish heaven. "Everything in us wants to suck you down. Down to your mind. Down to your soul. Suck you almost dry, then paint over the hollow with our power... with this stuff you're feeling on your skin but not seeing. Then all you'd want to do is serve us. To make more and more of the delicious energy we need. To shape the world for us."
Her voice shuddered, then steadied. Peter couldn't tell through the white ecstasy that was overwhelming him if he was hearing her, or sensing her words some other way.
"Everything wants that, except for who we actually are. The real us just want you to be you, Pete. The awesome guy who helped us actually pass calculus and showed us how to do laundry and cook something besides cereal. We want our best friend."
He felt her squeeze his hand.
"So we're just going to sip. Just off the top. The joy and pleasure and desire that flows out. That's all we'll take. Just a sip."
The whiteness faded slightly, just enough for Peter to feel Lara nuzzling against him. Just enough to feel the cool air on his cock as Megan took her mouth off him to look up.
"Are you OK, Pete?" Lara whispered.
"Yes. Yes, I'm OK." He took a breath. "What's the... what's the sip going to be, exactly?"
The two girls said nothing, only smiled. Lara moved to kiss him again, and the blaring over-saturation of sensation returned, only more. More intense. More overwhelming.
Peter came. Came harder than he ever had in his life. He felt every movement of Megan's tongue along his frenulum. Of her lips down his shaft. Of her hand on his base, stroking pulse after pulse of cum into her mouth. On and on, on for so long, it felt unnatural. So long it felt like he was going to pass out.
But he didn't. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the blinding pleasure ended, and he opened his eyes and saw Lara's and Megan's face, looking over him.
"Did we kill him?" Megan said, her lip trembling.
"I don't think so," Lara said.
Megan leaned in, studying him with wide, worrying eyes. "I felt his pulse down there. Are you sure we didn't kill him?"
Peter blinked, making Megan jump back in surprise. She wasn't the only one. In the fading afterimage, Peter saw the glowing outline of horns on the two girls. Blinking further, he could make tails, visibly swishing through the air and entwining with one another. Most notable, and perhaps most alarming, were their wings; wide, elegant wings made of neither feathers nor leather. Instead, he saw wide, ethereal wings of shadow, shifting and undulating within an aura that surrounded the two girls.
"Pete. Are you with us, Pete?"
Shadows from their auras sifted through the air and along the ground, moving like feelers of inky blackness. As the two girls looked upon him, those shadows lightly caressed him in slow, soothing movements. He could feel them; smooth and soft as silk.
All these things Peter saw, and his mind reeled, his thoughts a mix of shocked fascination and worry for his two friends.
"Don't be dead!" Megan grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Her grip was much stronger than it seemed it should be.
"Ah! I'm not dead. I'm not dead!" Panting, Peter put his hand on Megan's hand, drawing her away. "It's OK. That was just... a lot. Did... did you get what you needed?"
Please tell me you got what you needed. Anything more than that and they might just kill me after all...
They shared another glance, and then, smiling, crammed their slender bodies into the chair on either side of him to embrace him fully. Even just sitting there, their touch tingled on his skin, exciting the nerves underneath. Invisible, Peter could still feel their tails curling around his leg and waist, their shadowy wings curling around to nuzzle him.
"It did," Lara whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her spectral tail lightly squeezing his middle.
Megan let her head falling on his shoulder, the press of her invisible horns seeming to spark where they touched. "I can actually think again."
"As much as she ever did, anyway."
"Shut up."
Peter laughed. In joy at hearing his two friends teasing one another again. At having managed this... thing, whatever it was. At the sheer absurdity of it all.
He kissed the two girls on the cheek and rose. He stumbled as he did, his legs almost unable to hold him. His arms shot out, grabbing the table for support. The two girls rose quickly immediately, taking his arms to stabilize him.
"Well, I was going to get some water," he chuckled weakly.
"We might have still taken a bit too much," Lara said meekly.
"Nothing from inside, though. We did good!" Megan added with a note of pride.
Lara winced slightly. "That might have actually made it harder, now that we're through it all. I think when we... when we push in, our power actually would actually charge you up some. Give something back for what we took."
"Something that would make you more horny and obedient each time we did it, though..."
Lara nodded. "Yeah. That too. Without doing that, though, it might be kind of... uh draining?"
"Oh," Peter said weakly, then furrowed his brow. "Wait, if this was the first time doing this, how do you know it would do all that?"
Lara looked away. "We... hear things. Feel things from the others. Feel how they did it. Feel what they've done."
Megan frowned. "It's really weird."
"I can only imagine," Peter said, panting as they helped him to the couch. Megan went to fetch the water.
He smiled as he sipped the water, feeling some of his energy seeping back into him. "But you two did it differently. You did it your own way."
"Because we're awesome," Megan said, grinning.
"And because you helped." Lara ran her fingers along Peter's cheek, sending pleasurable jolts along his cheek before she realized what she was doing and stopped.
A shudder ran through Peter as the fresh memory of that 'help' sizzled through his brain. His nerves felt fried from it all; overloaded with the sheer gravity of it all.
It was then that a thought hit Peter, one that made his stomach sank and almost caused him to drop his glass. He set it down carefully with a shaking hand.
The girls noticed the shift in his expression. "Did we delayed reaction kill him?" Megan said in a small voice.
"No, no," Peter said, patting the air toward her. "It's just..." He looked at Lara. "You got... took what you could from that, right?"
Lara nodded, grinning. Her tail flicked happily through the air. "Yeah. It worked like a charm."
"That's good. Very good," Peter said, then hesitated. He considered stopping, but knew it would do no good. "But you didn't get what you would have if you'd have..."
"Dug deep?"
"Hollowed you out?"
He nodded to both of them. "Yes."
Lara shook her head. "We didn't. But we got enough, though! It's, like, the first time we've felt normal since this whole thing started."
"But... you'll have to do it again, won't you? We'll have to do... this again?"
Lara opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Peter realized then that this was the first time his two friends had actually considered this. He looked at Megan, who was nibbling her lip. Looking at Lara, he saw a similar look, if a bit more restrained. And when he blinked, he could see their tails entwining tightly with one another like two snakes making love. He realized what he saw in their expression wasn't apprehension, but eagerness. Hunger.
Hunger for when they would next get to feed.
"How... how often will we need to do this, Lara? To keep you two healthy?"
The two friends looked at each other for a long time, saying nothing, though their eyes seemed to glow all the more brightly. He realized—though he wasn't sure how he did—that they were talking directly to one another's minds. Had their feeding on him enabled that?
If so, what else had it granted them?
Finally, they turned back to him. He felt their glowing eyes on him. Eyes that would soon fill once again with the need for his pleasure. He could feel their shadows touching him. Lightly, and without intention, but in that touch he could feel the void that lay inside them. A deep, bottomless pit of yearning and lust.
"So... Yeah. We think... maybe... two or three times..."
The words hung there. Peter stared at his best friends. His best friends, who now relied on his sexual energy to survive. Energy they could only gain through enacting excruciating physical pleasure onto him.
And they'd have to do it multiple times a week...
"I-I see. I'm sure we can—"
Lara coughed, interrupting him. "A day. Two or three times a day."
Peter clasped his hands to keep them from shaking.
In a choked voice, he said, "Oh. Is that all?"
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