The voice taunted him. “You can’t fight me, Derrick. I’m already inside you.”
Derrick still struggled to control his limbs, sweat breaking out on his forehead with the effort.
His muscles fought themselves as two different souls vied for control, for ownership.
“Yeah, well, so far I seem to be holding my own.”
Derrick could sense The Other’s irritation. “It won’t last. You can’t make me leave, and eventually I’ll win. Besides, do you really want me gone? Before me you hadn’t gotten laid in months. You had no self confidence. You were miserable. I changed all of that.”
Derrick’s anger fueled a momentary victory of control. “I didn’t ask you for anything! You invaded me and MADE me do that shit!”
The Other tut-tutted in Derrick’s mind. “Still, it made you happy.” Then the tone of The Other’s voice changed - it was harsh, demanding, evil. “You OWE me, Derrick!”
Derrick felt The Other further infest him, taking advantage of his focus on controlling his arms to assault him in other areas. His cock was filled with the swirling black coldness of an alien soul that sank in, that saturated, that BECAME.
The sound Derrick made was a cross between a scream and a whimper. He lost all concentration as he was assaulted by the feeling of his manhood being taken from him - no, worse - betraying him.
The Other, surprisingly, didn’t react. His arms and legs were still his own.
“You fucking bastard! I’ll find a way, I’ll ah! AAAH!” His penis pulsed, crawled, struggled against the prison of his clothing.
The Other chuckled within him, a thing which echoed through Derrick’s soul rather than just his mind. “No, little man, you won’t.”
The Other’s presence inside of his member was forcing the flesh to make him feel things that were new, that were impossible. That were amazing and irresistible.
“You know nothing of control, Derrick. Your arms are yours - but soon you’ll make them do what I want.”
Derrick had no experience fighting off desires like these. This wasn’t horny, this was as far beyond horny as starvation was from simple peckishness. This NEED rose up within him, demanded he satisfy his carnal desires.
Derrick plunged his hands into his pants, wrapping them around his cursed member, assaulting it in lust. He could feel himself building toward satisfaction, but then he felt that power siphoned away. Desperate, he redoubled his efforts, only to feel the next approach to climax stolen from him as well.
“Do you feel that, Derrick? THAT is the power I hold you in. The power to make you betray yourself out of simple desire.”
Derrick panted in exhaustion, torn between wanting to keep jerking and not wanting to feel that disappointment again. The NEED returned, stronger than before. “No, oh God, please stop!”
“Will you obey?”
A war raged within Derrick. If he obeyed he’d be allowed to escape this prison of desire, but then what? Would he ever be allowed to be himself again?
“Obey, and it will be as it was - you will be the instrument of my will, you will enjoy the benefits of my experience and charisma - but this time you will ALWAYS obey without question.”
Even before he consciously made the decision, he could feel The Other’s will, its desires flood the deepest parts of what made him who he was. His animal instincts had betrayed him, his lust had betrayed him, and his shameful admission that he enjoyed the past month of his life while being subtly dominated betrayed him.
Its will became his guiding voice. Its presence flowed, swirled, gushed within his body, touching and consuming every atom in an orgy of forcible theft.
Now Derrick understood - this feeling, this is what the need had actually been for. Not orgasm alone, but this. The Other had viciously outwitted him, implanting a desire that could only be fulfilled by his surrender.
Moments passed while Derrick came to his senses. He had ejaculated multiple times into his pants. He was physically spent, yet his body felt able to climb mountains, full of PURPOSE.
He felt complete.
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