*All characters over the age of 18.
ZANE
Moonlight seeps into the room creating various scary shadows in the room. A soft breeze enters through the open window cooling Zane down slightly. What he has done sits heavy in his chest. What was he even thinking? A picture of his mother and sister kneeling in front of him flashes in front of his eyes. They just saw it and knelt and before he could even do anything about it they were…
A picture of them desperately trying to take all of his new cock flashes in front him. It was so wrong, they didn't even look like themselves, he should have stopped them, clearly something supernatural was happening but…
It felt so good. The sound of them struggling, the desperation in their eyes, the submission, it all felt so good. He felt like he could almost taste it… it was all consuming. He wanted to feel like that again.
He snaps out of it sitting up. He almost got lost in it again, his dick was getting harder. More demanding. He turns around and sleeps on his stomach as if that would change anything.
He gets a few minutes of quiet then he starts to hear it. A soft stern whisper that only grows and grows till he can fully hear it like a voice.
"You didn't finish."
The vice says. A mocky disappointed voice.
Zane's insistence that it was all a dream falls quickly. He couldn't have imagined that could he?
"Who.. what is this?" there's a slight shake in his voice. As if he's afraid.
The atmosphere changes acknowledging that there was something evil in the air. The shadows become darker and seem to move at random. The wind picks up smashing the window shut.
"I am what you became, I am what you allowed to happen when you needed to."
Zane shudders. A shiver running up all through his spine. The voice somehow comes from within him. He can't hear it outwordly it comes from within. Ìt is part of him.
Yup this was definitely supernatural. Well not that he thought it was normal, this was just confirmation. What was he supposed to do now, tell it to go? Would it even listen? But slowly an unarving smile settles on his face? Did he even want it to go? The answer is immediate... He did not. He enjoyed it. The whimpers, the struggle.. The constricting of throats. He relished it all… he wanted more.
"You called me. You used me. Now I belong to you."
Zane looks around as all of a sudden the shadows seem to be bending towards him and a small rush of adrenaline courses through his veins.
Zane wants to accept it but he knows how these things go. He must need to give something up a sacrifice… or at the very least he would have conditions what would it be?
"What do you want?"
A low rumbling laugh vibrates throughout his body.
"What do I want? I want what you gave me. Power, control, submission but most of all i want to be fed."
Zane's blood rushes, was this some incubus situation where it would feed while he had sex. This is perfect.
"With sex?"
The thing laughs.
"You feed me with you. With your body. Your spirit. Your will. With every beat of your heart… but if you want I can show you how it's done. How to make them beg. How to break them. How to take what they have and leave them hollow, empty and mine. You can feed me with their fear. Their submission. But only if you are willing to become what I've made you."
The atmosphere is electric, Zane can feel it coursing through his veins.
"Will it feel how it felt when i was face fucking mom?"
"Yes… and no."
"Will it feel better?"
"It will feel different."
Zane hesitated, he didn't have anyway to know but he felt this decision was important. As if saying yes would change the course of his and his family's life forever .
"She liked it, didn't she?"
"She did,"it whispers. It sounds sure, certain, "she loved it. Even when she hated it. Especially when she hated it, because that's what I do, Zane."
An unsettling smile settles on Zane's face. If she liked it and he did, it couldn't be wrong, right?
"I want her."
The room seems to be consumed with darkness. The shadows twist into shapes that seem to reach for him. As if they could hear the hunger and darkness in his voice. He looked down and found that his cock had swelled, the skin stretched so thin, glowing with an eerie golden light. They are almost in perfect sync. The darkness moving in between their bodies.
"Then take her."
The shadows seem to move closer and there's a weight that covers Zane. pressing against his skin and wrapping around his thoughts.
He walks with a single minded aim to his mother's door and opens it. His mother is awake… to some extent. She looks confused, Zane will give her clarity.
Her eyes widen. Her breaths become shorter. She can't move yet nothing is holding her.
"She's your's."
Zane walks up to her.
She gasps but is unable to say anything as Zane kisses her. Deeply. She hears herself moan lost in a haze, all she can think is how good it feels.
"Kiss her. Taste her. Claim her."
Zane presses his lips even harder hers..
"Deeper."
Zane holds his mother by the back of her throat and pushes her further towards him. His touch becomes more dominant; he kisses her like he is trying to take something from her. His other hand drops to her breasts he grasps them, not lightly as if he's trying to squeeze something out of them.
His mother lets out a whimper. She's drowning. Drowning in the intensity. Drowning in the thing inside Zane.
He rips the rest of her clothing, his cock pumping with a slow deliberate hunger. This is his domain.
"Take her."
Zane pushes her down and the bed and floor creak. He looks into her eyes and finds them laced with understanding. She gets it. Her new role.
"Beg me."
The look isn't enough. He wants it all. A foreign pressure falls over her, squeezing her breath, her will.
"Beg me."
He says pulling on her hair and she whimpers a soft please.
"Again."
"Please… please don't stop."
Zane lifts and bites her neck as he slides into her. He starts his slow brutal rhythm. The power doesn't even allow him to enjoy it… he wants more. Zane feels a power course through her. His thrusts feel more powerful and it feels like the very room is moving along with him.
"More."
Zane's thrust picks up pace and his mother screams.
"Faster."
Zane picks up his mother's hands and holds it over her head. Her body convulses below him as her eyes lock into his, wide and unblinking. Zane"s thrust almost becomes a blur as she cums all over Zane's cock. His cock drinks it, absorbs it, feeds on it. The air turns thick, black. Her orgasm binds them.
Zane looks down at her. Her eyes are empty, hollow as if something has left her. A fear strikes him, what has he done? But pleasure courses through him making him forget quickly.
"She's mine," it whispers.
"I should finish this time, right?"
"Yes."
Zane grabs his mother's breasts and starts to move again. She doesn't protest or reciprocate. She does nothing.
"Ughhh." with groan Zane finishes inside her and his body is filled with the pleasant feel of completion. He sees her eyes flutter then silence. Was she even still alive?
"Will she wake up?"
It doesn't answer but Zane can feel it. She won't be the same.
"Will we still be able to fuck her."
"Of course."
Zane chuckles.
"Then it's okay."
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A slightly darker piece this one. I want to set up Zane as a big Villian in a world im building so I guess I'm audience testing.
He's a 20 year old who's run into an ancient artifact that gives him certain enhancements. He is particularly unfeeling and uncaring in chasing his own pleasure and rarely thinks of others or the future unless it is a danger to him... there's more to him but saving it mostly for his own book which im currently 3 chapters into writing hoping to be really ahead so i can set up some sort of release schedule thats consistent.
Comment any suggestions you might have about the character.