Fire Within (possesion, futa))

Story by nickanofthestorm

Small synopsis :there is a group who tries to control the loose demons of the earth, vying for power so they might wield control over the world. One particular entity is give them more trouble then they can handle. This is a tale of what happens when the spirit of fire is allowed to take up residence within an abused woman who suddenly finds herself with all the power that has been denied her.

With a thundering crash a body flew through the wall of the tiny house, finally hitting a stud in an interior wall the body slammed to the fall, limp as a doll. The room the body had landed was small, reminiscent of a monks cell with bare walls and the small bed being the only piece of furniture. Laying in the bed was a small figure. A petite face framed in waves of crimson stirs as the noise of the intrusion rouses this young woman. Her beryl eyes sleepily open, taking in the new addition to her previously sparse accommodation. When she spies the body her eyes open wide as a scream tears it's way from her lips.

The scream dies soon after as a flash of fire blossoms through the gaping hole in the wall accompanied by booming laughter. Shaking in fright she throws her petite frame out of the bed and slips, slamming into the floor, her covers tangled around in her haste. The glow from the fire grows from a slight ambiance into something equal that of an inferno. The woman on the floor can only stare, transfixed as she is by the sight of what appears to be a voluptuous woman made of a pure white fire walks to the opening in her wall and toss that bed that was in her way outside.

With a sultry chuckle the figure struts towards the body, paying no mind to the woman cowering on the floor.

“You had no hope of stopping me young one. None of you has the power to subjugate me yet you and yours continue to try.” reaching down a hand the figure grabs the body of the young man, lifting it up as though to speak face to face. With a sensual arch of the back, the figure leans against the body, placing her mouth against the ear of the body in a manor almost loving. “When your friends rip your soul from beyond the veil, be sure to tell them I’m coming to end this nonsense.”

The woman of fire slowly plants a kiss onto the forehead of the body, as she does the corpse is wreathed in fire. Not a moment later her hands are empty and a pile of ash on the floor is all that remains.

“Now then” she purrs, turning to the young lady on the floor “What ever shall I do with you little one?”

The young woman tangled in sheets sobs, stuttering out “Please kill me quick.” Shaking her head once to stop the crying, she stands letting the sheets fall to the floor. Her petite frame is covered in scars small and large. With a sniffle she locks her eyes with the woman of fire “If you do nothing the people that live here will, but they wont be quick about it.”

The fires that form the woman dim slightly as she gazes over the scared skin before her. With a tilt of her head she moves forward and places a burning hand upon the young woman’s cheek. There is silence in the room for several moments as the fire looks into the eyes of the woman, taking measure of the soul within.

“Mmmm yes, I can see it there. Most humans never survive such things, their minds breaking long before the flesh. You have a fire within you though, one that is weak but I can make use of.”

A confused look crosses the features of the young woman. “I... but... what do you mean?”

“I wish to make you a deal little one. I want your fire, your soul. In return I will give you my power and my protection till the end of your days. Then, on the day you perish, before your flame expires I shall merge it with mine, for all eternity.” The fires still, the air grows heavy in anticipation. The young woman, with her crimson hair and her deep emerald eyes gazes through the fires, thinking for many moments. Suddenly she speaks a single question, yearning of a lifetimes forgotten hopes shape her words.

“If I agree, can I leave here? Leave it all behind?” The flame grows warm, wrapping the young woman in a comforting embrace. “Whatever you wish will be little one. Nothing would ever be able to hold you down ever again.”

With sudden steel in her eyes and stance, all her hesitation is gone. “Then take me, I willingly give my fire to you.” Slowly the fire wraps around her sensually, licking against each of her scars, infusing the woman with a growing warmth and pleasure. As the fires pours into the woman she gasps, feeling for the first time not an all encompassing pain, but a pleasure that had always been denied. Every inch of her bare skin is infused wit

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