#unwilling

I growled in his ear as the handsome ginger me under that i had seduced at the bar moaned and squeezed around my cock. He was so tight already but the way he was choking my hungry cock. It was driving me wild.

"Oh fuck yeah daddy~" he moaned as i put my fist into the mattress and kept pounding. The way he was squirming was so hot and adorable. All this just from me pounding him and him enjoying it. I couldnt wait, he was just making me so ... hungry.

"You like that huh?~"

"Oh fuck yes~"

I smiled and laughed a bit.

"Good~ keep having fun cock meat.~"

His eyes went wide as I trusted inside of him moaning as it set in that i was gonna be the last guy he ever fucked. Before he could even try to run his ass was already merged with my cock. He squirmed and tried to get away but it was too late my veins were already creeping up his back as I rushed to my favorite part, merging our feeling and emotions.

Most preds do this part last because it leads to them cumming from all the pleasure but thats only with men who are really and truly cock meat. Me though, I prefer going after guys who never wanna be stabbed. The pure rush I get when I feel their terror as I their legs swells and become wrinkled. The pleasure that comes as my hunger for their lives floods into them. They always beg me to stop just like this bitch thats getting attached to my hip and its always, without fail, so exciting. A preys fear, anguish, anger, and sorrow in their final moments is pure bliss to me. Even more so because once they feel my hunger those emotions get even stronger.

"Fuck yeah~ you're dying here red head~ im gonna merge every bit of you into my cock and then churn whatever left over~"

"N-no wait ... I i have a family! PLEASE! I-ILL GIVE YOU ANYTHMMMGLUGUG!"

The rush coming from his mouth getting overwhelmed by my precum caused him my balls to churn. Nothing and I do mean nothing beats being able to feast on guys like this. The please was so intense it caused my eyes to roll up into the back of my head and by the time I looked back down he was almost all shaft. I could feel it, his consciousness still alive inside of my body as I stroked my currently 4 foot cock with the beach ball sized nuts churning away behind me.

"Fuck yeah~ im gonna kill ya~ make you nothing more than cumstains and cock meat~ thats all your life amounted to before before dying~ even now I know you love it~ you're scared of how good my churning you to death feels,~" I growled as I leaned down and kissed my own cock. Fully making out with my shaft and tip while licking it. "Just give in~ and~ oh fuck~ oh fuck yeah!~ CUM YOURSELF TO THE GRAVE! UUUUUUUUGH!!~"

I stand frozen in the pulsing crowd, heart hammering in a chest that isn’t mine anymore, lost and afraid.. but then I see him… the man who caused all this to happen… the man wearing my face…

My own face, my own curly hair, my own body… currently pressed up against some random dude, tongues down each other’s throats like they’re trying to devour one another. The guy who stole my body has one hand possessively gripping the back of the other man’s neck, the other sliding down to squeeze my own ass like he owns it.

He pulls back just enough to look straight at me, straight at the body he left me in, and smirks with my mouth.

Then he leans in again and kisses the other guy even harder, moaning loudly in my voice like he’s putting on a show just for me.

You stare at the reflection in the mirror, phone still raised, but it’s no longer you controlling the hand holding it.

You watch helplessly as your own body slowly runs a hand down its chest. Fingers trace over your abs, squeeze your nipples, then slide lower to teasingly tug at the waistband of your jeans. A soft, satisfied moan slips from your own lips, but the voice behind it feels completely wrong.

He’s in control now.

That hairy daddy you brought home from the bar last night is exploring every inch of your body like it’s his personal play thing. You can feel everything, the way he flexes your arms, how sensitive your nipples are under his touch, the way your cock twitches and starts to harden in your jeans as he gropes it shamelessly.

You scream inside your own head, but nothing comes out. All he does is smirk with your face, adjust your glasses, and take another selfie, this time with your free hand blatantly palming the growing bulge in your pants.

“Fuck… this body feels even better than I imagined,” he whispers using your voice, clearly enjoying the sound of it.

“I think I’m gonna keep it.”