Possessed Sans 소설 & 이야기

“—will never make me feel like I am.” Her pulse thundered in her ears as his warning hung in the air, every word dripping with possessive menace.

“I have noticed there is a weak point in anti-teleportation defense by the windows and I theorize it is possible to teleport outside if you stand on a certain square and touch the glass and imagine yourself outside.” He closed the journal with a snap. He was willing to risk it. He would do anything to get Leo’s soul back.

Filling and grabbing another glass of liquor from the table, he took a sip from it but without taking his eyes away from that person sitting on his bed who had not even mistakenly looked in his direction for once. "Actually I have bought something, so.." his eyes wandered all over her naked frame. "I am checking my possession on it," his words made her hug her knees more tightly because they crushed her soul cruelly. She was his possession now. He had bought her like a thing and now that was the ultimate truth of her life that he was her sole possessor. "So I won't be able to return home tonight as I need to do some more deep and thorough checks on my possession," he uttered, sniggering sile

My heart pounded in my chest as I moved cautiously through the dimly lit and decrepit corridors. And then, I saw her—a she-wolf, wild-eyed and trembling, her Brown fur matted and unkempt. Her eyes, normally filled with clarity, were clouded by an otherworldly darkness. The very essence of possession seemed to emanate from her. "Easy now," I whispered softly, trying to maintain a calm and soothing demeanor. I knew that confronting a possessed soul was a delicate and dangerous task. I extended my hand toward the distressed she-wolf, my fingers trembling with the weight of my newfound powers.

Can’t think straight without flashes of his voice in my ear. And the worst part? My fingers don’t help. I’ve tried. Over and over. I’ve rubbed my clit raw, shoved my own fingers inside me, even tried fucking myself with anything I could grab— But nothing. Nothing works like him. Nothing fills me like that thick cock. Nothing hits that deep, brutal place that makes me sob and scream and melt the way he does. I’m ruined. For good. Because Zeden didn’t just fuck me. He possessed me. It’s like there’s a new me now.

Both parties should be relatively young (as the possession takes a toll on them physically), and creative as the entity will draw from their minds, like a sort of battery. Though Norma searched extensively, there was very little information available in terms of fighting oppressive possession, just the usual bunk about exorcism and holy warfare. She was able to find, however, that it was often not enough to cure the mobile possessed. Sure, it would stop the immediate threat, but only to replace them with another. It seemed that in severing the static possessed from the demon, could its power be rendered moot. “What am I even doing?” Norma racked her brains, though she already pretty much kne

David arched his brow, “she has no clue who you are does she?” I shook my head, “not a fucking clue, all she knows is that I own the club and just fucked the shit out of her.” Siting his drink down David laughed, “it won’t take him long to figure out who is buying her all this shit.” Leaning back in my chair I shrugged, “I don’t really care how long it takes him cause I’m not sure if I’m going to give her back or not.” David looked up at me shaking his head, “aw shit Lucas, have you found a new pet.”

"What the hell is that?" She glances at me without missing a beat. "It’s a possion. A strong one, but not the kind that kills. It’ll give her just enough strength to fight the magic calling her soul. It’s only gonna buy her some time though, so once she wakes up, she needs to leave fast. So, you want me to give it to her or not?"

His palms are large, hot, claiming, and the moment he touches me I feel sparks shoot through every nerve. “Oh my goodness,” he breathes, his smile stretching wider, amusement and hunger mingling across his features. My chest heaves, my mind spinning. I don’t understand anymore. This isn’t me. I know this isn’t me. And yet—what the fuck is happening? “Selene, you have to fight this!” Lisa’s voice cuts through the fog again, more urgent, pleading. “He is possessing you. He isn’t just another supernatural. He’s different. He’s doing something dark to you. You know if you give in, things will get worse—far worse than you can imagine. Lyra will never forgive you. Selene, fight this!”