Chapter 11 — Destiny of Darkness

The rain fell over the city like a gray veil, washing the sidewalks but not the filth from my soul. I was hidden in a dark alley across from Lara’s parents’ house—they had taken her back, as if it were possible to simply put a demon back in the box from which it escaped.

The hood of my jacket was pulled forward, my hands shoved in my pockets like an addict in withdrawal. I had been waiting for three hours. Three hours standing in the rain, watching the lit windows on the second floor where I knew she was. My phone vibrated again in my pocket—Sarah, for the seventeenth time today.

I ignored it, as I had done with all the other calls. The only thing that mattered was behind that door.

The front door opened and Lara emerged, wrapped in a black cape that seemed made of living shadows. She wasn’t alone. A young man—a college student—was with her, laughing at something she had said.

A wave of possession so violent took hold of me that I almost screamed. My fingers clenched around the knife in my pocket, the cold blade against my skin. He’s touching what’s mine, I thought, putting his filthy hands on my property.

She laughed at something the young man said, a sound I knew intimately—the same muffled laugh she had when my mouth was buried between her legs.

Before I could think, my feet were already carrying me toward her. The rain seemed to intensify, washing the streets, washing my face, but not washing her away from me.

“Lara,” my voice came out an animalistic growl, unrecognizable.

She turned, her clear eyes finding mine without surprise. As if she knew I would be there all along.

“Professor,” she said, and the word was now a sensual blasphemy between us. “What a surprise.”

The college student seemed to recognize me, his eyes widening.

“Man, aren’t you that professor who…?”

“Go home, Daniel,” Lara interrupted, her eyes still fixed on me. “Now.”

He left, casting nervous glances back. Lara and I stood alone on the deserted street, water streaming down our faces.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, but it didn’t sound like a question. It was like an owner asking a dog why it came back home.

“You didn’t come to the motel,” I accused, the petulance in my voice shaming me. “I waited.”

She smiled, a slow movement of her lips that made my cock throb painfully.

“I was busy.”

The possession tightened my chest like a fist.

“With him?”

Her smile widened.

“Jealous, professor?”

I grabbed her arm, pulling her into the darkness between two houses. She didn’t resist, allowing me to push her against the cold, wet brick wall.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my body pressing against hers against the wall. “Every inch, every moan, every orgasm.”

“Then prove it,” she whispered, her fingers already climbing up my jacket. “Prove to me that I’m yours.”

My mouth found hers with violence, but she simply opened herself to me, her teeth meeting mine with equal force. My hands found her body beneath the cape, discovering she wore nothing underneath.

“Here?” she laughed against my lips. “On the street? Like an animal?”

“You made me like this,” I grunted, lifting her dress. “Your disobedient little whore. You transformed me into this.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, guiding me inside her.

“No,” she whispered in my ear as I entered her. “I just freed the monster that was always there.”

Her pussy was drenched, squeezing my cock like a velvet glove.

“Were you like this because of him?” I grunted, pumping inside her forcefully.

“No,” Lara moaned, her nails digging into my back. “For you. Always for you.”

The rough wall scraped her back with each thrust, but she only tightened her legs around me.

“Harder,” she ordered. “I want him to know who fucks me. I want the whole street to hear.”

I obeyed, losing myself in the animality of the moment. Her moans echoed in the alley, mixing with the sound of rain and our bodies meeting with possessive violence.

“Mine,” I growled, biting her neck. “You’re mine, do you understand? My bitch, my whore.”

“Yours,” she agreed, her body trembling with orgasm. “Always yours.”

When I felt I was close to coming, I lowered her and grabbed her hair, placing her on her knees before me.

“Open your mouth. I’m going to cum in it and make you choke.”

Lara laughed, opening her mouth, offering her hands for me to hold, like the obedient whore I knew she wasn’t. I held her wrists and began to fuck her mouth.

The sounds of her gagging made my cock even harder. She rolled her eyes back, saliva dripping down her chin. Her body trembled—the whore was coming again while I used her. And seeing her like that was my undoing. Cum shot hot into her mouth, heavy jets.

She opened her mouth to show me she had swallowed it all, and I smacked my cock against her face, completely lost in that depravity.

When I released her hands, I grabbed her throat, not to suffocate, but so she could feel the grip.

“Go to the motel tomorrow,” I said, lifting her from the ground by her throat. “Don’t make me come back.”

I released her, watching her adjust her cape with calm movements, as if we hadn’t just fucked like animals on the street.

“Yes, professor.”

Lara smiled, and then she was gone, disappearing into the rain like the ghost she was, leaving me alone in the dark alley with anger and desire still throbbing in my veins.

I walked to my empty apartment, sparse furniture, bare walls. It smelled of dust and loneliness… and her. Always her.

In the bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were sunken, surrounded by dark circles. My unshaven beard. My shirt still wet from the rain and… from her.

My phone vibrated again. This time, it was a message from Lara: a photo of her lying on the motel bed, naked, with her legs spread. The pink pussy was swollen and red, marked by me. The caption said:

“I’ll be waiting. Bring the whip.”

And I would go. As I always had. As I always would.

She hadn’t made me like this. She had just freed the monster that had always been there, waiting for someone who would finally see me for who I truly was.

And as I walked to the motel one more time, I realized I was no longer following Lara. I was following my own destiny.

A destiny of darkness, possession, and perverse pleasure that no spell could break.