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This is the third chapter of Awakening. This is the uncensored version of this story and contains extreme gore and death. If you would prefer a censored version with a minor rewrite to avoid human death, feel free to visit my profile on Literotica or Lush Stories (links to both profiles are available in my DeviantArt bio under the name QuiverWrites), where the censored version will be published. Both versions are also available on my Patreon. As with previous chapters, this story contains graphic depictions of sexual activity, possession, blood, and mind control and is intended to be viewed only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters depicted in any sexual situation are over 18, and all events are entirely fictional. Copyright 2021, Quiver. All rights reserved.
Awakening
by Quiver
Chapter 3: Quickening
Rebecca and Steven fucked a lot over the next several weeks and months after they decided to try for a baby. A lot. Marin usually left Rebecca alone when Steven was around, given their uneasy truce. But Marin had also explained, in her own otherworldly demon way, that she still needed to feed. It would be too dangerous for Rebecca to only have sex with Steven. Marin would only be able to hold herself back for so long before she slipped. And too many slips, and Steven wouldn't survive. At least not in any way that resembled a normal human life.
So, Rebecca would fuck Steven and then Marin would take Rebecca's body out for a ride on the nearest meatstick she could find.
By this point Rebecca had made her way through most of the regulars at the gym, and was working her way down the street. There were rumors circulating in the community facebook group that a virus was making its way through the neighborhood, though curiously it was only affecting the adult male population.
The one sticking point for Rebecca was that, well, she and Steven were trying to have a baby. It wouldn't do for her to get knocked up by some random other dude because Marin couldn't keep it in her pants. So Rebecca and her resident sex demon had come to an arrangement. Marin had assured Rebecca that their extra-marital exploits would not result in conception. Apparently sex demons had control over these things. Demon-enhanced ***********ive birth control.
Rebecca was uneasy about the idea, and had tried to convince Marin to at least make the guys wear condoms when she fucked them, but Marin would have none of it.
"tHeY MuST spENd ThEmSeLVeS iN mE. I mUsT cONSumE," she had said, or something like that. Marin tended to be a little bombastic.
But after a while, Rebecca started to wonder why she hadn't gotten pregnant with Steven. She had stopped taking her birth control months ago, and now that they were having sex almost daily, she expected it to happen sometime soon.
Steven was even starting to pester her about it. Without Marin fronting, the idea of a baby seemed to be the main thing keeping him interested in sex. So Rebecca wanted to do everything in her power to help that happen. After all, that was the whole point of this whole crazy scheme. Sex with her own husband. The idea seemed laughably dumb now that she looked back at the chaos Marin's presence had created in her life, a sentiment echoed fairly frequently by Marin's chorus of laughter in Rebecca's head.
Rebecca had bought a box of ovulation strips, and was starting to worry that perhaps she had some fertility issues. Maybe at 35 she had waited too long to start trying. But she started to notice that every time she started to take an ovulation test, Marin's laughter would get louder and more incessant.
She finally had had enough and demanded an explanation. "What?" Rebecca asked, sitting on the toilet holding a stick waiting for the requisite two minutes for her ovulation results to show up. "Why do you keep laughing?"
THOSE WILL HIDE THE TRUTH FROM YOU, Marin's voice rang out in Rebecca's mind.
"What does that mean? The kit is defective?" Rebecca asked, fairly certain that was not what Marin was getting at.
YOU ALREADY SUMMONED A SOUL TO DWELL WITHIN YOUR WOMB. SHARING IT WITH ANOTHER IS NO SIMPLE TASK.
Rebecca's face fell at that. "You're saying I can't get pregnant? Because you're here?" A deep nod of confirmation sounded within her.
If the guilt of bringing Marin forth wasn't already enough to overwhelm her, this new revelation was about enough to break Rebecca. "What can I do?" she pleaded. "There has to be some way."
Then followed a profound and resonant pause as Rebecca waited in anticipation for Marin's answer.
A RITUAL EXISTS TO USHER A QUICKENING.
Rebecca was understandably cautious at this suggestion. "A ritual?" she asked carefully. "Like the one I used to summon you? What's the catch?" Marin's distant laughter ricocheted around Rebecca's mind.
MY FULL PRESENCE IS REQUIRED FOR THE CONJUGATION. THERE IS GREAT RISK FOR SUCH A REWARD.
Rebecca had enough experience dealing with the aftermath of Marin's conquests to know what kind of risk she would be putting Steven through. He had already suffered it once, and his encounter with Marin had been enough to leave him comatose for the better part of a day. And Marin seemed to be getting stronger, her effects lasting longer, as she grew accustomed to her situation as guest in Rebecca's body. But no one had died so far. It was probably safe for him to go through that again. Still, thought Rebecca, better safe than sorry. She should check the fine print to make sure Steven would be safe.
"But that's it, right? Steven will be drained like before? But he'll recover, like he did last time?" she asked fearfully.
EACH DRAINING IS MORE DANGEROUS THAN THE LAST. THERE IS RISK TO HIM. BUT HE SHOULD REGAIN HIS STRENGTH IN TIME.
Rebecca thought about it. Steven wanted a family so desperately. And this wasn't going to be some Khal Drogo witch bullshit or anything. Marin said Steven should recover. It was dangerous, of course. But worth it, if it meant that she could provide Steven with a baby. After all she had put him through, she owed him this. And she knew that if Steven were faced with the choice to put his life at some risk for the possibility of creating a family, he would take the risk. She steeled herself and made the decision in her mind.
"What do I need to do?" she asked with determination.
Two weeks later, everything was ready. Rebecca had been tracking her cycle, and tonight was the night she was most fertile. She had bought all of the supplies Marin had demanded, and told Steven to get ready for a big surprise when he got home tonight.
Rebecca just had one more thing she wanted to do before the big night. Given how irresistible Marin apparently was regardless of what Rebecca wore, Rebecca wanted to at least be able to control the outfit she was wearing tonight. So she decided to skip work that day and go shopping for some sexy lingerie. Something special.
As she pulled up in the mall parking lot, Rebecca started to notice that urgent tickle start to form between her legs. Marin was getting hungry.
"Can't you wait?" Rebecca asked aloud to her empty car.
IF YOU WISH, Marin replied evenly in Rebecca's mind. She seemed unusually compliant today. Probably just preparing for the big ritual.
As Rebecca approached the entrance, she saw a man in a business suit exiting the building. He appeared to be holding a small lingerie bag to his side, obviously trying to hide it from view. It seemed this man did not want to be seen buying skimpy lingerie in the middle of a workday. Perhaps he had a mistress. Perhaps some darker deviance lurked within that bag. Marin stirred within Rebecca, pushing her toward him, her hunger fueled by the arousing thoughts swirling around in Rebecca's mind.
They needed to get inside, thought Rebecca. And fast. With everything on her mind, she certainly didn't want to be dealing with the possibility of any residual non-Steven sperm hanging around during the conception ritual.
Rebecca dragged herself into the building, exerting as much influence as she could over the compulsive desires within her. Marin seemed to go along with it, though Rebecca could sense her growing irritation.
As Rebecca made her way into the store, she felt a flood of relief as she realized there were no men in the store. It was fairly vacant, only a single store clerk at the moment, an attractive blonde woman fiddling with something at the register. Rebecca began perusing the racks, looking for something truly spectacular for the ritual. She was thinking, red. Maybe something in leather.
Most of the items she found were just a little too boring. White lace, black lace, a few animal prints. Mostly matching bras and panties, with an occasional teddy thrown in the mix. Everything felt so... ordinary.
She finally made her way to the back of the store and realized there was a curtain covering a doorway along the back wall. She had assumed it was a dressing room, but upon further inspection she realized that it sectioned off another area of displays, which included all manner of kinky paraphernalia. There were vibrators and butt plugs on end caps, whips, gimp suits, and a whole row of leather outfits that caught her eye. Most were some combination of straps, buckles and chains stretching across the body. Some were full corsets, even full body suits, while others left more skin exposed. Rebecca felt her body respond to the idea of wearing something so daring. To the point where she was no longer sure if these were her own desires or Marin's. But she was so close to having what she wanted, she didn't really care anymore.
Rebecca ran her fingers over the thick cool leather of one of the strappy outfits, imagining how it would feel pressing tight against her ribs. She felt her pussy start to ache at the thought. This was the one. Thin straps of red and black leather that would criss-cross back and forth across her torso, framing her body but leaving her tits and pussy fully exposed, all held in place by delicate metal rings. Finally, to complete the outer layer of her look, she found a deep red dress with a short mini-skirt portion in front and a long flowing chiffon trail starting from the sides and grazing the floor in the back. Marin could barely contain her excitement as Rebecca carried their choices to the register.
As the shop clerk was ringing up the sale, Rebecca seemed unable to keep her hands off of the material. It felt like it was somehow an expression of her truest self, and she needed it. The clerk seemed vaguely amused at Rebecca's behavior.
"First time trying leather?" she asked Rebecca with a knowing smile.
"Hmm?" Rebecca asked, looking up from her fixation. "Oh. Yeah, my husband and I are planning a special evening." As Rebecca's eyes focused on the clerk, Marin's hunger flared again. Rebecca struggled with the sensation, but without the fear and risk of extramarital pregnancy she had little sway over Marin's impulses. Marin swiftly took over, Rebecca's stance turning predatory as Marin looked up and down the clerk's voluptuous body.
Rebecca's red-tinged eyes settled on the clerk's name tag. "Valerie," Marin said with an otherworldly lilt.
Valerie's knees visibly buckled as she was confronted with the full presence before her. "Mistress," she said, falling to her knees behind the counter as her face contorted with rapturous desire.
Rebecca, vaguely conscious in the back of her own mind, could sense a slight change from Marin's usual conquests. No longer starved with burning, insatiable desire, Marin felt calmer, more controlled. She still ached with carnal hunger, but she seemed somehow less desperate. Almost peaceful.
Marin reached across the counter and grabbed a fistful Valerie's shirt collar and started walking resolutely toward the back room. Valerie followed compliantly, still gazing up at Rebecca's countenance with awe and passion. As soon as the two women reached the curtain they were tearing at each other's clothes. Marin ripped the buttons off of Valerie's blouse, revealing a hot pink push-up bra covering two gloriously plump breasts. Rebecca felt Marin's desire as her own, pushing Valerie's blonde head down between her legs as her pussy throbbed with need.
Valerie complied eagerly as she found Rebecca's panties and swiftly removed them, flinging them onto the floor. Marin and Rebecca worked together as a single mind as Valerie plunged her tongue between the folds of their pussy. They could hear Valerie moan as she let her tongue glide across Rebecca's labia, the vibrations of her vocal chords permeating their body.
Once Rebecca had fully given in to the experience, Marin actually backed off a bit, letting Rebecca take the wheel as her body settled onto a display chair. The sensation of Valerie's gentle tongue caressing her nethers was a new one for Rebecca, but with Marin's observing guidance and excitement it was almost heavenly. She never knew she could feel such subtlety, such softness. She felt a deep, sensual orgasm starting to build in her core. It just needed to be coaxed from her. And Valerie's feminine touch was exactly what she needed.
Marin prodded Rebecca's hands up to her nipples, prompting Rebecca to grasp her breasts and tease them in time with Valerie's tongue work down below. Valerie had settled into a delicate pattern of circles and long, gentle pulses. She had grabbed Rebecca's ass and was dancing her deft fingers across Rebecca's belly, stirring sensation like ice skates leaving snow dust on a winter lake.
Normally, Marin's conquests were more forceful. The entire dynamic was more urgent and rough, as if neither Marin nor her victim could bear a moment of inaction. But this interaction with Valerie, it was so different. It felt like almost an act of worship. Composed, generous. It was beautiful.
And Rebecca was almost always trapped somewhere in the back of her own mind, unable to control any part of her body, and barely able to differentiate reality from dreams. But this time, Marin had allowed her to stay. For some reason, Marin was allowing some semblance of control and consciousness. Valerie was still clearly being compelled, but seemed awake and alert in a way that none of the previous victims had. She would likely even remember the experience as an odd, thrilling adventure rather than a fever dream.
After what seemed like endless hours of pleasure, Rebecca's breathing pattern started to become ragged as that deep-dwelling orgasmic wave drew nearer. She arched her back, absolutely loving the fact that Marin had allowed her to stay fully conscious. "Thank you," Rebecca sighed as Valerie's tongue pressed deep against her clit, pushing her into the first of many waves of undulating pleasure as she rode the store clerk's face in ecstasy. They stayed there, frozen and locked in wondrous prostration as Rebecca experienced swells of orgasmic bliss.
Complete, Rebecca tilted her head backward, allowing her body to fully relax. But just as her neck lolled fully back, Rebecca's eyes snapped open with a blazing focus. Marin pushed Rebecca to the back of her mind, deeper than she had ever been pushed before.
With inhuman ease, Marin grasped Valerie's hair and pulled her to her feet and into a violent kiss. Valerie swooned as she was flooded with demonic desire, and she hitched her thighs around Rebecca's torso, wrapping her feet together behind Rebecca's ass. Marin lifted Valerie and shoved her against the far wall, restraining her up with Rebecca's body. Still latched together in a fierce kiss, Marin and Valerie spiraled together, interweaving their bodies with animal ferocity. Valerie's cries of pleasure echoed through the store as she ground her eager cunt against Rebecca's thigh.
Valerie seemed to be on the brink of climax, her hips shaking with desire, as Marin suddenly clenched the fingers of Rebecca's right hand together to a point. Then, without warning, Marin used that hand to impale herself in Valerie's flooded pussy. Valerie, already on the verge, let out a high-pitched shriek of pain and pleasure as Marin twisted Rebecca's hand inside her. Valerie's walls slammed down around Rebecca's arm in brutal ecstasy. As Valerie came around her hand, Marin clawed at Valerie's insides, shredding the flesh from inside her. Valerie's orgasmic scream turned to one of pure torturous agony as she felt herself being ripped apart. "Take me, sweet Mistress," Valerie's pained voice whispered as Marin soaked herself in Valerie's orgasmic energy.
Rebecca watched the scene unfold from deep within her own mind in horror, unable to intervene or speak as this woman's life blood ran down her arm. Imbued with Marin's strength, Rebecca's hand tore through Valerie's organs like a barbed blade. Marin continued to drain Valerie, still in the throes of her final climax, until she collapsed to the floor in a pool of crimson, lifeless.
Marin stood up to examine the scene, Rebecca's hands smeared with blood. Rebecca's consciousness screamed and cried out, trying to somehow take back what Marin had done. But Marin remained stoic in the face of the carnage in front of her.
Marin spoke aloud in a voice that wasn't quite Rebecca's, "The ritual has begun. Blood of the womb for life".
Marin fully undressed, standing naked but for the blood coating her right hand. With that hand she traced symbols across her body. From Rebecca's vantage point, the symbols seemed to almost glow, as if lit by some flame inside her body. She felt a strange sense of power as Marin decorated her flesh with red.
As Marin finalized her symbols, she knelt in front of Valerie's naked and bloodied motionless body as if in prayer and spoke again in a deep monotone.
Through the blood and flame of your daughter's soul
Lay a fertile path
Let this body be now a vessel
Light a furnace within the depths of this womb
Lilith, mother, hear me
I call for the forging of life
On this night, as creatures of passion
Together, let us wield the forces of creation.
Rebecca felt a heat flood through her abdomen as Marin finished her incantation. She felt... ripe.
Marin stood up gracefully and carefully dressed herself in Rebecca's chosen outfit. First, the leather straps, which seemed to line up perfectly with the bare sections of Rebecca's skin in between the blood stains. Then, the deep red dress. Its short skirt in front did not quite cover the bottom of the leather harness, but somehow it seemed to work perfectly. As Marin walked toward the edge of the store, she saw a pair of black stilettos and without a second thought placed them onto Rebecca's feet.
Together, Marin outwardly a vision of a warrior dominatrix and Rebecca internally crying to be released, the two of them made their way back home to Steven.
When Marin and Rebecca arrived home, Steven wasn't home yet, but the ritual candles were waiting for them in the living room. They were set up in five points, with lines of herbs and spices drawing out a pentagonal star between them.
Marin, full of deep calm and poise, carefully lit each candle and stepped into the center of the pentagram. She gracefully sat Rebecca's body down, spreading her legs so that her stiletto heels dug into the hardwood floor between two points of the star, leaving one pointed straight down between her legs. Arching her back in preparation, she awaited the arrival of Rebecca's husband.
Time meant nothing in Marin's ready state. Within moments of that eternity, Marin and Rebecca heard the latch of the front door turn. Steven entered the house, a bouquet of roses in his hand and his head turned down at the floor, and shouted to his wife, "Hey Becks, I'm home! Ready for that surprise!" He paused, looking around, "Mmm, something smells good--"
Steven stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up and saw his wife's blood-adorned body sprawled out on display in the center of the living room.
But no sooner did his mind start to form a question than Marin's presence made herself known. "Come," she whispered through Rebecca's lips.
Steven was already moving by the time the command reached his ears. His hands mindlessly ripped the clothing from his body, freeing his aching member from his work pants. Compelled by Marin's irresistible charms, Steven nestled himself between her open legs, tearing at the bodice of her dress with unbridled passion. His efforts were rewarded as the front of her dress fell open, revealing Rebecca's leather-clad body laying on the remains of her dress, now a quilt of crimson chiffon inside the candlelit pentagram.
Steven's cock had never been so hard. Purple and engorged, it pulsed against Rebecca's belly, aching to be inside her. Marin began muttering in some language neither Rebecca nor Steven understood, almost singing. Oblivious and enmeshed in Marin's spell, Steven pushed himself inside her, thrusting in time with her chanting. His sweat poured over the dried blood on her skin, mixing with it and causing it to start to run.
Their bodies moved together, Steven's back muscles rippling as Rebecca's legs clenched around his back. He lost himself in the smell of her hair, all smoke and spice, pushing himself onto his toes so that he could delve deeper into her body. Marin guided him, pulling him in, and started to slowly build up a quivering thrum within Rebecca's sheath. Steven felt the walls of Rebecca's pussy undulating and writhing around his cock. He continued to thrust into Marin, finally overwhelmed by the sensations and releasing cascades of thick semen into his wife's fertile cunt. Marin allowed Rebecca's body to take over as her pussy spasmed and shook, milking every drop of cum from Steven's cock and steering it toward her ready womb.
Steven collapsed on top of Rebecca, utterly spent and drained. Rebecca continued to ride out the final spasms of her pussy as Marin faded back into the background, finally allowing Rebecca control of her own body again. As she lay there beneath the limp body of her barely breathing husband, she felt a heat radiate through her body as all five candles went out.
She felt a spark inside her, an ephemeral glow ignite. Rebecca's hand instinctively cradled her belly and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was a new life growing inside her. And for the first time since her foray into that infernal ritual, her mind was exquisitely quiet.
End of Chapter 3
[To be continued in Chapter 4 - soon to be released as early access on Patreon]
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