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You and your group of friends won a raffle that awarded you with five tickets to Spooky Island! It was the new resort island being endorsed by Sydney Sweeney, it’s gimmick was supposedly a spooky and entertaining summer experience, and since you guys were on summer break, you definitely thought it was a sign to enjoy the island.
Little did you know that the island held a dark secret. It was secretly the den of a clan of demons who steal human bodies with a relic called the Daemon Ritus. They luckily managed to steal Sydney Sweeneys body when she visited the island for a photo shoot… and now she and her fellow demons trick people into going to the island to steal their bodies. You found out about this secret and promised to help out, so long as you get some benefits…
The email notification pinged on my phone just as I was stuffing it into my backpack, and the bold subject line made my heart skip: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS HAVE WON A VIP TRIP TO SPOOKY ISLAND!
"Guys, check this out!" I practically shouted, nearly knocking over Kaori’s iced coffee as I jumped up from the tiny café table. Nate, Jade, Kaori, and Trisha all turned—mid-bickering over who had to sit in the middle seat on the train later—as I shook my phone at them. "We just won an all-expenses-paid trip to Spooky Island!"
Nate snatched the phone out of my hands, scrolling with the urgency of a man about to abandon all responsibilities. "The Spooky Island? The one with the Sydney Sweeney ads where everyone is making out in slow motion?" His grin widened. "Private villas, endless drinks, adult-friendly activities—hell yes."
Trisha flicked a sugar packet at his forehead. "Or, y’know, we end up in some weird Satanic beach ritual à la Midsommar."
Jade smirked, swirling her latte. "Worth it."
Kaori tucked a strand of pink-streaked hair behind her ear and shrugged. "Sydney Sweeney wouldn’t lie. She’s got integrity."
Before Trisha could list all the ways we’d probably get kidnapped, I hit CONFIRM.
Four days later, we landed on the island, and the second the plane doors opened, the heat and the bassline hit us like a wave. The beach ahead was alive—palm trees strung with glowing lanterns, groups of glossy-skinned people tangled in hammocks, and the distant sound of someone moaning like they’d just discovered pleasure for the first time.
Nate pushed his sunglasses onto his head, his expression pure delight. "Oh, we’re definitely supposed to be naked here."
He wasn’t wrong. Down by the shoreline, a girl in nothing but body paint was twerking against a guy wearing only a very loose cowboy hat. A group of guys sprinted past, their tans suddenly very even, and two girls were locked in a kiss so aggressive they nearly toppled into the surf.
Trisha’s eyebrows shot up. "Okay, I take it back. This is exactly my brand of cult activity."
A staff member—wearing what could barely be called a bikini—bounced over, dangling neon wristbands in front of us. "Welcome to your best summer ever!" she cheered, snapping them onto our wrists. "Rules are simple: No clothes, no shame, no regrets!"
Behind her, someone shrieked as they jumped off a pier naked, cannonballing into a cheering crowd. Another couple had tequila poured straight onto their bodies, licking it off each other’s stomachs between laughter.
Jade nudged me with her elbow. "Told you we should’ve packed more than sunscreen."
Nate stretched his arms out, breathing in the salty, debauchery-filled air. "This is the kind of horror story I can get behind."
The staff member motioned for us to follow her toward the hotel, her barely-there bikini bottoms swaying hypnotically with every step. Nate and I exchanged a glance, both of us shamelessly locked onto the mesmerizing rhythm of her ass.
"Eyes up here, you two," Trisha snapped, smacking me upside the head hard enough to make my teeth click.
Kaori and Jade flanked Nate, each grabbing a handful of his cheeks—one pinching, the other twisting—until he yelped.
"Ow! Okay, okay!" Nate rubbed his face, grinning despite himself. "What? Like you weren’t looking."
Jade rolled her eyes. "We were. But we have manners."
Kaori smirked, adjusting her sunglasses. "And better poker faces."
The staff member glanced back over her shoulder, clearly aware of the chaos behind her, and winked. "Don’t worry, boys. You’ll have plenty to stare at soon enough."
Trisha groaned. "Oh, we’re doomed."
Once we arrived at the hotel we followed a new staff member—a guy this time—through the hotel’s sleek, glass-walled lobby. His fitted polo barely contained his sculpted shoulders, and the way his tan shorts clung to his thighs was downright criminal. Every step made the fabric shift in ways that had even Trisha biting her lip.
The suite was exactly like the one from the ad—plush white couches, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the ocean, and what looked like a champagne tub big enough for six. The staff member turned with a grin, dangling a keycard between his fingers. "Private beach access, 24-hour room service, anything you need." His voice dipped lower. "Just give me a call."
Jade and Kaori were not subtle about their gaze dragging from his chest down to the very noticeable bulge in his shorts. Nate nudged me, smirking.
"Eyes up," I stage-whispered, mimicking Trisha’s earlier scolding.
Trisha didn’t even have the decency to look guilty. "Oh, shut up. Like you two weren’t drooling over the last one."
The staff member chuckled, stretching his arms overhead in a way that made the hem of his polo ride up, revealing a strip of toned abs. "Enjoy your stay," he murmured, tossing the keycard onto the counter with deliberate slowness.
The second the door shut behind him, Nate muttered, "That was absolutely on purpose."
Kaori fanned herself with a menu. "And I respect the hustle."
Jade flopped onto the couch, sighing. "We should just accept that we’re all terrible people."
Trisha popped open the champagne with a satisfying pop. "No regrets, right?"
Nate stretched out on the couch with an exaggerated sigh, tilting his head toward the balcony where we could hear the distant laughter from the beach. "Alright, who's brave enough to hit the nude beach with me?"
Trisha scoffed into her champagne glass. "Oh, come on. You're literally just asking so you can see one of us naked."
Nate didn't even try to deny it, shrugging with a shameless grin. "Guilty as charged. But can you blame me? Like, look at you three." He gestured lazily between them. "Jade, you’ve got that whole goddess of temptation thing going on, Trish, you’re built like a Bond girl, and Kaori—" His smirk deepened. "Kaori’s the real mystery. Always covered up, even in swimsuits. Rash guards? Shorts? I mean, what’s under there, huh?"
Kaori almost choked on her drink, her cheeks flushing pink as she immediately broke into rapid-fire Japanese, hands gesturing wildly like she was trying to bat the words out of the air.
Trisha and Jade practically launched themselves at Nate—Trisha delivering a sharp slap to his chest while Jade went straight for his face, flicking his nose hard. "You animal," Jade hissed, though her lips were twitching with amusement.
I scooted closer to Kaori, rubbing her back while she kept murmuring in Japanese, her fingers twisting nervously in the hem of her oversized shirt. "Hey, ignore him," I said softly. "You know Nate—zero brain-to-mouth filter."
Kaori groaned, pressing her palms to her burning cheeks. "Baka!"
Nate just grinned, rubbing his sore nose. "Worth."
Kaori took a deep breath, fingers finally relaxing from their death grip on her shirt. She turned to me with a small, grateful smile. "Thanks, Jason," she murmured, smoothing her shirt down. "But—under no circumstances am I going to that nude beach." She shot Nate a sharp glare. "And no bikinis."
Nate groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. "You're killing me, Kaori."
Jade rolled her eyes. "Oh no, how ever will you survive without seeing Kaori's forbidden skin—"
Trisha tossed a pillow at his face. "Get over it."
I clapped my hands together. "Alright, since we clearly have divergent interests, how about we split up today?" I glanced around the room. "Explore different parts of the island, report back, and make a proper itinerary for the week?"
Nate perked up immediately. "Nude beach. Calling it."
Trisha snorted. "Of course you are." She stretched her arms overhead before nodding toward the island's center. "I was eyeing that hiking trail up to the mountain. Good views, probably less..." She gestured vaguely toward the window where someone had just shrieked, "CHUG CHUG CHUG!"
Jade was already scrolling through the resort’s food map on her phone. "Buffets. All of them."
Kaori folded her arms, but her expression softened. "Surfing lessons. The clothed kind."
And me? I grinned. "The mall. Rumor has it designer brands here are practically giving stuff away."
Nate whistled. "A man of culture."
Trisha nudged me. "Better grab me something nice."
Jade perked up. "Oh! And if you see any limited-edition K-Beauty—"
Kaori smacked her lightly. "Jade."
We all laughed, the tension from earlier dissolving into easy excitement.
Nate stretched with a smug smirk. "Alright. Let the real Spooky Island adventure begin."
We all went our separate ways, with me making everyone promise to message our group chat if they spotted anything wild—or if Nate ended up mooning the entire beach (again).
The rumors about the mall were no joke. Within an hour, I had a legit Rolex wrapped around my wrist, its polished face glinting under the tropical lights. A hundred bucks. A hundred freaking bucks. I kept checking the paperwork—Spooky Island was listed as an official retailer, fine print and all—but my brain still couldn’t process it.
I was halfway to the limited-edition Jordans display when my blood froze mid-step.
Sydney. Sweeney.
Right there, strolling past the Sunglass Hut like this was any normal Tuesday. And she wasn’t alone. A guy I barely registered—tall, broad, looking equal parts confused and thrilled—was being towed along by her manicured grip, Sydney’s free hand pressing a finger to her lips in a shhh motion.
I didn’t even think. My feet moved before my brain could yell BAD IDEA. They ducked into a discreet hallway marked STAFF ONLY, and by the time I crept close enough to peek, Sydney had the guy pinned against the wall, one hand fisted in his shirt.
Sydney pressed closer, her fingers curling into the man's shirt with predatory grace. "You ever fuck someone with one of these meatsuits yet?" she murmured, her breath hot against his ear.
The guy tensed, swallowing hard. "N-no. Just took this body maybe an hour ago." He blinked twice, rolling his shoulders like the sensation of human skin was still foreign. "Still getting used to the... the equipment."
Sydney snorted, running a fingertip down his chest in a way that made him shiver. "Equipment's the same, no matter what species wears it. Just hotter and sweatier now." Her grin widened, all sharp amusement. "Guess I'm your first proper ride in this flesh, huh?"
The guy exhaled sharply, eyes darting down to where her thigh had slotted between his. "Uh. Yeah."
"Good." Sydney pressed her lips to his pulse point, humming when his nails dug into the wall behind him. "Let me show you how humans play."
My phone buzzed violently in my pocket—Nate: GUYS THE BEACH IS OFFICIALLY A NO-CLOTHES-FROM-THE-WAIST-DOWN ZONE???—but I barely registered it. Because I was too busy trying to process whatever weird-ass conversation Sydney was having with this guy.
Meatsuits? Species? What the hell did that even mean?
But then Sydney pressed her thigh between his legs, and the guy let out a sharp, desperate sound, and suddenly, the existential crisis in my brain took an immediate backseat.
Sydney hooked her fingers in the hem of her dress and yanked it up past her hips, revealing the kind of lingerie that made my blood pressure spike. The guy—who was definitely not confused anymore—lunged forward, mouth meeting hers in a kiss that looked more like a fight for dominance than anything tender.
She shoved him back against the wall, and he went willingly, groaning as her hands slid down his body like she was mapping every inch.
My brain short-circuited as Sydney rocked her hips against the guy, her nails raking down his back hard enough to leave red trails. The guy groaned against her neck, fingers digging into her waist as she rode him with ruthless precision. Every movement was pure hunger—the way she rolled her hips, the way she arched her back as he dragged his teeth along her collarbone. My cock strained against my shorts, aching, and before I could stop myself, I had my hand wrapped around it, stroking in time with Sydney’s rhythm.
She was relentless, bouncing on him with bruising force, her moans low and dark as the guy slammed into her. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she growled, gripping his hair to yank his head back. The guy gasped, his body shuddering, and judging by the way his grip tightened on her hips, he was already close.
I wasn’t far behind. Sydney’s thighs tensed, her body clenching around him as she let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah, that’s it—feel it.” Then she locked onto his mouth, swallowing his moans as he buried himself deep inside her. His whole body went rigid, a choked cry tearing from his throat as he came, pulse after pulse, hands clawing at her skin as she milked him dry.
Sydney followed seconds later, her back arching violently, head thrown back—but instead of a moan, she let out a sound that sent ice through my veins. A rough, guttural snarl, inhuman and raw, like something out of a nightmare.
Holy shit. My fingers clenched, my orgasm hitting me in a wave I couldn’t stop, spurting hot and thick onto the floor between my feet.
The moment I came back to my senses, I was shoving myself back into my shorts, my pulse roaring in my ears. That sound—it wasn’t right. Whatever the hell Sydney was, she wasn’t human, and I needed to be gone.
I didn’t even bother zipping up properly before bolting for the door, my breath coming in sharp, panicked gasps. Just as my fingers brushed the handle, I heard it—Sydney’s sharp inhale.
“Cum,” she muttered, voice dripping with menace.
Dread coiled in my gut as I risked one last glance back. Sydney had dropped into a crouch, her fingers tracing through the mess I’d left behind. Her gaze flicked up—right toward the shadows where I’d been standing—and the growl that followed sent me scrambling forward.
“Someone here still owns their flesh,” she snarled. “And they saw us.”
I didn’t stick around to hear the rest.
Little did you know that the island held a dark secret. It was secretly the den of a clan of demons who steal human bodies with a relic called the Daemon Ritus. They luckily managed to steal Sydney Sweeneys body when she visited the island for a photo shoot… and now she and her fellow demons trick people into going to the island to steal their bodies. You found out about this secret and promised to help out, so long as you get some benefits…
The email notification pinged on my phone just as I was stuffing it into my backpack, and the bold subject line made my heart skip: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS HAVE WON A VIP TRIP TO SPOOKY ISLAND!
"Guys, check this out!" I practically shouted, nearly knocking over Kaori’s iced coffee as I jumped up from the tiny café table. Nate, Jade, Kaori, and Trisha all turned—mid-bickering over who had to sit in the middle seat on the train later—as I shook my phone at them. "We just won an all-expenses-paid trip to Spooky Island!"
Nate snatched the phone out of my hands, scrolling with the urgency of a man about to abandon all responsibilities. "The Spooky Island? The one with the Sydney Sweeney ads where everyone is making out in slow motion?" His grin widened. "Private villas, endless drinks, adult-friendly activities—hell yes."
Trisha flicked a sugar packet at his forehead. "Or, y’know, we end up in some weird Satanic beach ritual à la Midsommar."
Jade smirked, swirling her latte. "Worth it."
Kaori tucked a strand of pink-streaked hair behind her ear and shrugged. "Sydney Sweeney wouldn’t lie. She’s got integrity."
Before Trisha could list all the ways we’d probably get kidnapped, I hit CONFIRM.
Four days later, we landed on the island, and the second the plane doors opened, the heat and the bassline hit us like a wave. The beach ahead was alive—palm trees strung with glowing lanterns, groups of glossy-skinned people tangled in hammocks, and the distant sound of someone moaning like they’d just discovered pleasure for the first time.
Nate pushed his sunglasses onto his head, his expression pure delight. "Oh, we’re definitely supposed to be naked here."
He wasn’t wrong. Down by the shoreline, a girl in nothing but body paint was twerking against a guy wearing only a very loose cowboy hat. A group of guys sprinted past, their tans suddenly very even, and two girls were locked in a kiss so aggressive they nearly toppled into the surf.
Trisha’s eyebrows shot up. "Okay, I take it back. This is exactly my brand of cult activity."
A staff member—wearing what could barely be called a bikini—bounced over, dangling neon wristbands in front of us. "Welcome to your best summer ever!" she cheered, snapping them onto our wrists. "Rules are simple: No clothes, no shame, no regrets!"
Behind her, someone shrieked as they jumped off a pier naked, cannonballing into a cheering crowd. Another couple had tequila poured straight onto their bodies, licking it off each other’s stomachs between laughter.
Jade nudged me with her elbow. "Told you we should’ve packed more than sunscreen."
Nate stretched his arms out, breathing in the salty, debauchery-filled air. "This is the kind of horror story I can get behind."
The staff member motioned for us to follow her toward the hotel, her barely-there bikini bottoms swaying hypnotically with every step. Nate and I exchanged a glance, both of us shamelessly locked onto the mesmerizing rhythm of her ass.
"Eyes up here, you two," Trisha snapped, smacking me upside the head hard enough to make my teeth click.
Kaori and Jade flanked Nate, each grabbing a handful of his cheeks—one pinching, the other twisting—until he yelped.
"Ow! Okay, okay!" Nate rubbed his face, grinning despite himself. "What? Like you weren’t looking."
Jade rolled her eyes. "We were. But we have manners."
Kaori smirked, adjusting her sunglasses. "And better poker faces."
The staff member glanced back over her shoulder, clearly aware of the chaos behind her, and winked. "Don’t worry, boys. You’ll have plenty to stare at soon enough."
Trisha groaned. "Oh, we’re doomed."
Once we arrived at the hotel we followed a new staff member—a guy this time—through the hotel’s sleek, glass-walled lobby. His fitted polo barely contained his sculpted shoulders, and the way his tan shorts clung to his thighs was downright criminal. Every step made the fabric shift in ways that had even Trisha biting her lip.
The suite was exactly like the one from the ad—plush white couches, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the ocean, and what looked like a champagne tub big enough for six. The staff member turned with a grin, dangling a keycard between his fingers. "Private beach access, 24-hour room service, anything you need." His voice dipped lower. "Just give me a call."
Jade and Kaori were not subtle about their gaze dragging from his chest down to the very noticeable bulge in his shorts. Nate nudged me, smirking.
"Eyes up," I stage-whispered, mimicking Trisha’s earlier scolding.
Trisha didn’t even have the decency to look guilty. "Oh, shut up. Like you two weren’t drooling over the last one."
The staff member chuckled, stretching his arms overhead in a way that made the hem of his polo ride up, revealing a strip of toned abs. "Enjoy your stay," he murmured, tossing the keycard onto the counter with deliberate slowness.
The second the door shut behind him, Nate muttered, "That was absolutely on purpose."
Kaori fanned herself with a menu. "And I respect the hustle."
Jade flopped onto the couch, sighing. "We should just accept that we’re all terrible people."
Trisha popped open the champagne with a satisfying pop. "No regrets, right?"
Nate stretched out on the couch with an exaggerated sigh, tilting his head toward the balcony where we could hear the distant laughter from the beach. "Alright, who's brave enough to hit the nude beach with me?"
Trisha scoffed into her champagne glass. "Oh, come on. You're literally just asking so you can see one of us naked."
Nate didn't even try to deny it, shrugging with a shameless grin. "Guilty as charged. But can you blame me? Like, look at you three." He gestured lazily between them. "Jade, you’ve got that whole goddess of temptation thing going on, Trish, you’re built like a Bond girl, and Kaori—" His smirk deepened. "Kaori’s the real mystery. Always covered up, even in swimsuits. Rash guards? Shorts? I mean, what’s under there, huh?"
Kaori almost choked on her drink, her cheeks flushing pink as she immediately broke into rapid-fire Japanese, hands gesturing wildly like she was trying to bat the words out of the air.
Trisha and Jade practically launched themselves at Nate—Trisha delivering a sharp slap to his chest while Jade went straight for his face, flicking his nose hard. "You animal," Jade hissed, though her lips were twitching with amusement.
I scooted closer to Kaori, rubbing her back while she kept murmuring in Japanese, her fingers twisting nervously in the hem of her oversized shirt. "Hey, ignore him," I said softly. "You know Nate—zero brain-to-mouth filter."
Kaori groaned, pressing her palms to her burning cheeks. "Baka!"
Nate just grinned, rubbing his sore nose. "Worth."
Kaori took a deep breath, fingers finally relaxing from their death grip on her shirt. She turned to me with a small, grateful smile. "Thanks, Jason," she murmured, smoothing her shirt down. "But—under no circumstances am I going to that nude beach." She shot Nate a sharp glare. "And no bikinis."
Nate groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. "You're killing me, Kaori."
Jade rolled her eyes. "Oh no, how ever will you survive without seeing Kaori's forbidden skin—"
Trisha tossed a pillow at his face. "Get over it."
I clapped my hands together. "Alright, since we clearly have divergent interests, how about we split up today?" I glanced around the room. "Explore different parts of the island, report back, and make a proper itinerary for the week?"
Nate perked up immediately. "Nude beach. Calling it."
Trisha snorted. "Of course you are." She stretched her arms overhead before nodding toward the island's center. "I was eyeing that hiking trail up to the mountain. Good views, probably less..." She gestured vaguely toward the window where someone had just shrieked, "CHUG CHUG CHUG!"
Jade was already scrolling through the resort’s food map on her phone. "Buffets. All of them."
Kaori folded her arms, but her expression softened. "Surfing lessons. The clothed kind."
And me? I grinned. "The mall. Rumor has it designer brands here are practically giving stuff away."
Nate whistled. "A man of culture."
Trisha nudged me. "Better grab me something nice."
Jade perked up. "Oh! And if you see any limited-edition K-Beauty—"
Kaori smacked her lightly. "Jade."
We all laughed, the tension from earlier dissolving into easy excitement.
Nate stretched with a smug smirk. "Alright. Let the real Spooky Island adventure begin."
We all went our separate ways, with me making everyone promise to message our group chat if they spotted anything wild—or if Nate ended up mooning the entire beach (again).
The rumors about the mall were no joke. Within an hour, I had a legit Rolex wrapped around my wrist, its polished face glinting under the tropical lights. A hundred bucks. A hundred freaking bucks. I kept checking the paperwork—Spooky Island was listed as an official retailer, fine print and all—but my brain still couldn’t process it.
I was halfway to the limited-edition Jordans display when my blood froze mid-step.
Sydney. Sweeney.
Right there, strolling past the Sunglass Hut like this was any normal Tuesday. And she wasn’t alone. A guy I barely registered—tall, broad, looking equal parts confused and thrilled—was being towed along by her manicured grip, Sydney’s free hand pressing a finger to her lips in a shhh motion.
I didn’t even think. My feet moved before my brain could yell BAD IDEA. They ducked into a discreet hallway marked STAFF ONLY, and by the time I crept close enough to peek, Sydney had the guy pinned against the wall, one hand fisted in his shirt.
Sydney pressed closer, her fingers curling into the man's shirt with predatory grace. "You ever fuck someone with one of these meatsuits yet?" she murmured, her breath hot against his ear.
The guy tensed, swallowing hard. "N-no. Just took this body maybe an hour ago." He blinked twice, rolling his shoulders like the sensation of human skin was still foreign. "Still getting used to the... the equipment."
Sydney snorted, running a fingertip down his chest in a way that made him shiver. "Equipment's the same, no matter what species wears it. Just hotter and sweatier now." Her grin widened, all sharp amusement. "Guess I'm your first proper ride in this flesh, huh?"
The guy exhaled sharply, eyes darting down to where her thigh had slotted between his. "Uh. Yeah."
"Good." Sydney pressed her lips to his pulse point, humming when his nails dug into the wall behind him. "Let me show you how humans play."
My phone buzzed violently in my pocket—Nate: GUYS THE BEACH IS OFFICIALLY A NO-CLOTHES-FROM-THE-WAIST-DOWN ZONE???—but I barely registered it. Because I was too busy trying to process whatever weird-ass conversation Sydney was having with this guy.
Meatsuits? Species? What the hell did that even mean?
But then Sydney pressed her thigh between his legs, and the guy let out a sharp, desperate sound, and suddenly, the existential crisis in my brain took an immediate backseat.
Sydney hooked her fingers in the hem of her dress and yanked it up past her hips, revealing the kind of lingerie that made my blood pressure spike. The guy—who was definitely not confused anymore—lunged forward, mouth meeting hers in a kiss that looked more like a fight for dominance than anything tender.
She shoved him back against the wall, and he went willingly, groaning as her hands slid down his body like she was mapping every inch.
My brain short-circuited as Sydney rocked her hips against the guy, her nails raking down his back hard enough to leave red trails. The guy groaned against her neck, fingers digging into her waist as she rode him with ruthless precision. Every movement was pure hunger—the way she rolled her hips, the way she arched her back as he dragged his teeth along her collarbone. My cock strained against my shorts, aching, and before I could stop myself, I had my hand wrapped around it, stroking in time with Sydney’s rhythm.
She was relentless, bouncing on him with bruising force, her moans low and dark as the guy slammed into her. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she growled, gripping his hair to yank his head back. The guy gasped, his body shuddering, and judging by the way his grip tightened on her hips, he was already close.
I wasn’t far behind. Sydney’s thighs tensed, her body clenching around him as she let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah, that’s it—feel it.” Then she locked onto his mouth, swallowing his moans as he buried himself deep inside her. His whole body went rigid, a choked cry tearing from his throat as he came, pulse after pulse, hands clawing at her skin as she milked him dry.
Sydney followed seconds later, her back arching violently, head thrown back—but instead of a moan, she let out a sound that sent ice through my veins. A rough, guttural snarl, inhuman and raw, like something out of a nightmare.
Holy shit. My fingers clenched, my orgasm hitting me in a wave I couldn’t stop, spurting hot and thick onto the floor between my feet.
The moment I came back to my senses, I was shoving myself back into my shorts, my pulse roaring in my ears. That sound—it wasn’t right. Whatever the hell Sydney was, she wasn’t human, and I needed to be gone.
I didn’t even bother zipping up properly before bolting for the door, my breath coming in sharp, panicked gasps. Just as my fingers brushed the handle, I heard it—Sydney’s sharp inhale.
“Cum,” she muttered, voice dripping with menace.
Dread coiled in my gut as I risked one last glance back. Sydney had dropped into a crouch, her fingers tracing through the mess I’d left behind. Her gaze flicked up—right toward the shadows where I’d been standing—and the growl that followed sent me scrambling forward.
“Someone here still owns their flesh,” she snarled. “And they saw us.”
I didn’t stick around to hear the rest.
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A demon wearing the form of a young college student arrives at the residence of his host with a sinister purpose.
Will he succeed in passing himself off as the student and complete his objective or will her friends suspect something and attempt to thwart the demon?
Andras opened the door to his new living space to find the roommate of his host body not inside. Which was a blessing as it would give him the opportunity to acquaint himself with the space before having to speak to the girl. According to the information pack that Idsalis put together. his host body, Lena, lived with a girl named Sarah. It said they have been friends for a very long time so he had to be the most careful around her. Even though it was a slim chance anyone would guess what was happening on the island, he couldn’t raise any questions about the island lest its secrets get exposed.
He crossed the threshold into the room and set Lena’s luggage down next to her bed. The room was quite full, the floor plan was a standard rectangle with two beds in either corner of the far wall. A single window sat in the very center of the same wall with a desk underneath and a nightstand on either side of it occupied the space between it and the bed.
The rest of the room was filled with other furniture like dressers, a wardrobe, some shelves decorated with various collectibles and books and finally a full length mirror leaned up against the wall. He moved over to the dresser on the side of Lenas bed and rifled through it finding mostly clothes and underwear in the draws but the top draw contained mostly school books but most importantly, Lenas Laptop. Closing the drawer and taking the laptop over to the desk he set it down and opened it up.
This would give him some much needed insight into his host, as the Idsalis was only able to gather basic information in the time he had when putting together the packet for his mission. Thankfully the laptop's password also had a fingerprint option so he wouldn’t need to contact Idsalis for help and just like that he was in.
He was greeted to a large mess of icons and programs that he had difficulty making heads or tails of. He had been given basic computer training in his time preparing but was only able to learn so much before his host was scheduled to depart. Walking, talking and socializing took priority so he found it quite confusing navigating using the trackpad. He opened and closed files that looked interesting, starting with Photos.
The screen now showed a collection of pictures mostly featuring his host body. A petite girl with dyed red hair in a flannel shirt and jeans standing next to a statue smiling. Another photo featured his host body smiling with another girl he recognised as Sarah. Sarah was a girl with a similar build to Lena, if a little taller, who had long blonde hair and glasses. He recognised some other friends and family members in the photographs as well but for now he closed the folder and opened another labeled School.
Inside was a set of neatly organized folders and among them he found the important one, Animation. The neatness that was present in the previous folder was NOT matched by the innards of this one. It was a complete mess of files of pictures, videos and notes. Andras had 4 days until his first Animation class, the rest of the classes he could simply not go to but his objective would be found in that one class so he was instructed to take this time to prepare for it.
It was easier said than done though as he guessed he would need at least a basic knowledge on the subject as to not raise suspicions when there. Just as he was about to start rifling through the files his door opened, he flicked his head quickly to be met with Sarah who was dressed only in a towel carrying an opaque bag of small objects. Their eyes met before Sarah immediately closed the distance between them and hugged him while still in his chair. It took him a second to react but he awkwardly put his arms around the girl and completed the social greeting known as a hug.
“Oh I missed you so much! It was such a shame I couldn’t come along but I couldn’t afford to take the time off. You have to tell me all about it!” She eagerly said
“Ah I uh… missed you too! The island was great, lots of dancing and parties.” He awkwardly replied as they broke off the hug.
She eyed him funnily, “But you hate dancing! You said you were just going to try and find some secluded spots on the beach to unwind.”
Andras broke eye contact briefly as he racked his brain for a response, “Ah yeah I know I s-said that but the island seems to have a unique effect on you. Before I knew it I felt like a changed woman.”
He eyed her as Sarah briefly processed his response, “Yeah you definitely seem a little different, I can’t quite place my finger on it though.”
This wasn’t the response he was hoping for but he managed to say, “I am pretty tired so it might just be your imagination.”
Sarah shrugged her shoulders at that, “Yeah maybe, either way I'll have to try this island out for myself when I get the chance.” Seemingly done with her enquiry she moved over to her dresser and dropped her towel to rummage through her draws. It was only after a few seconds did she notice Andras staring at her, “You like what you see?” she said teasingly. Andras quickly turned back around, admonishing himself for acting that way.
“Sorry I got lost in thought.” he mumbled, pretending to get engrossed in his computer. “Ooookay weirdo, anyway you better get to the shower before it gets too late. I love you but during that hug I could tell it’s been a while.” She said behind Andras.
“Ok, I’ll uh grab my things.” he said getting up rifling through the draws briefly before producing a change of clothes and some soap. He hastily exited the room before his new roommate could become any more suspicious of his behavior. Thanks to his studies of the floor plan on his way here he knew where to find the communal bathroom at the end of the hall.
Luckily the space was empty so he could clean his host in private, pulling the curtain across one of the booths as he entered it he quickly stripped his host body of its clothing. As the underwear fell to the floor he briefly paused at the sight of his bare breasts. Andras had thoroughly explored his new anatomy on the island in his spare time but he was in human territory now, he couldn’t afford to indulge himself and potentially attract attention.
He had cleaned himself once before on the Island by doing what he had learnt. Turning on the water he waited until the temperature had adjusted to the sensitive skin of his stolen body. He couldn’t help but release a light groan at the sensation flooding his senses from the hot water washing over him. There was a soap pump located just above the handles so after squirting some into his hands he carefully lathered it over his skin.
He couldn't help but linger on the more sensitive parts of his body. A mind numbing sensation washed over him upon reaching the space in between his legs. Another light moan escaped his lips but his activities were interrupted by the sounds of approaching footsteps and chatter. Andras cursed himself for getting distracted as he turned the water off and listened.
“Yeah I don't know if I’ll go to Amy’s tomorrow, I’ve got a lot of homework to catch up on.” Andras heard a female voice say.
“Come on Amber, don't be like that! You can finish that anyday, it will be fun.” Andras listened to the pair of girls chat as they entered the stall. Amber was in the file too, he was trying to picture what it had said about her and what she looked like but wasn’t coming up with much. He decided for the moment his best plan was to try and slip out unnoticed as he silently slipped into the fresh clothes he had haphazardly plucked from the drawer.
“You always say that Bianca, yet you are barely passing your own classes! You’re the last person I should be listening to.” Her point was accentuated by the sound of a curtain being pulled across and promptly followed by a second one.
This was his chance, he slipped out of his stall and crept past the pair just as they turned on their water. “I’ll have you know I got a 78% on my l-” was all he heard of Bianca's delayed retort as he scurried down the hallway and into his room.
He opened his door steadily to find Sarah sound asleep despite being gone for only a short while. Andras decided it was best for him to follow suit, and promptly slid himself into the empty bed. Finding himself thinking on how he is going to pass himself off at the girl who owned this body, he fell asleep pondering that very question.
Will he succeed in passing himself off as the student and complete his objective or will her friends suspect something and attempt to thwart the demon?
Andras opened the door to his new living space to find the roommate of his host body not inside. Which was a blessing as it would give him the opportunity to acquaint himself with the space before having to speak to the girl. According to the information pack that Idsalis put together. his host body, Lena, lived with a girl named Sarah. It said they have been friends for a very long time so he had to be the most careful around her. Even though it was a slim chance anyone would guess what was happening on the island, he couldn’t raise any questions about the island lest its secrets get exposed.
He crossed the threshold into the room and set Lena’s luggage down next to her bed. The room was quite full, the floor plan was a standard rectangle with two beds in either corner of the far wall. A single window sat in the very center of the same wall with a desk underneath and a nightstand on either side of it occupied the space between it and the bed.
The rest of the room was filled with other furniture like dressers, a wardrobe, some shelves decorated with various collectibles and books and finally a full length mirror leaned up against the wall. He moved over to the dresser on the side of Lenas bed and rifled through it finding mostly clothes and underwear in the draws but the top draw contained mostly school books but most importantly, Lenas Laptop. Closing the drawer and taking the laptop over to the desk he set it down and opened it up.
This would give him some much needed insight into his host, as the Idsalis was only able to gather basic information in the time he had when putting together the packet for his mission. Thankfully the laptop's password also had a fingerprint option so he wouldn’t need to contact Idsalis for help and just like that he was in.
He was greeted to a large mess of icons and programs that he had difficulty making heads or tails of. He had been given basic computer training in his time preparing but was only able to learn so much before his host was scheduled to depart. Walking, talking and socializing took priority so he found it quite confusing navigating using the trackpad. He opened and closed files that looked interesting, starting with Photos.
The screen now showed a collection of pictures mostly featuring his host body. A petite girl with dyed red hair in a flannel shirt and jeans standing next to a statue smiling. Another photo featured his host body smiling with another girl he recognised as Sarah. Sarah was a girl with a similar build to Lena, if a little taller, who had long blonde hair and glasses. He recognised some other friends and family members in the photographs as well but for now he closed the folder and opened another labeled School.
Inside was a set of neatly organized folders and among them he found the important one, Animation. The neatness that was present in the previous folder was NOT matched by the innards of this one. It was a complete mess of files of pictures, videos and notes. Andras had 4 days until his first Animation class, the rest of the classes he could simply not go to but his objective would be found in that one class so he was instructed to take this time to prepare for it.
It was easier said than done though as he guessed he would need at least a basic knowledge on the subject as to not raise suspicions when there. Just as he was about to start rifling through the files his door opened, he flicked his head quickly to be met with Sarah who was dressed only in a towel carrying an opaque bag of small objects. Their eyes met before Sarah immediately closed the distance between them and hugged him while still in his chair. It took him a second to react but he awkwardly put his arms around the girl and completed the social greeting known as a hug.
“Oh I missed you so much! It was such a shame I couldn’t come along but I couldn’t afford to take the time off. You have to tell me all about it!” She eagerly said
“Ah I uh… missed you too! The island was great, lots of dancing and parties.” He awkwardly replied as they broke off the hug.
She eyed him funnily, “But you hate dancing! You said you were just going to try and find some secluded spots on the beach to unwind.”
Andras broke eye contact briefly as he racked his brain for a response, “Ah yeah I know I s-said that but the island seems to have a unique effect on you. Before I knew it I felt like a changed woman.”
He eyed her as Sarah briefly processed his response, “Yeah you definitely seem a little different, I can’t quite place my finger on it though.”
This wasn’t the response he was hoping for but he managed to say, “I am pretty tired so it might just be your imagination.”
Sarah shrugged her shoulders at that, “Yeah maybe, either way I'll have to try this island out for myself when I get the chance.” Seemingly done with her enquiry she moved over to her dresser and dropped her towel to rummage through her draws. It was only after a few seconds did she notice Andras staring at her, “You like what you see?” she said teasingly. Andras quickly turned back around, admonishing himself for acting that way.
“Sorry I got lost in thought.” he mumbled, pretending to get engrossed in his computer. “Ooookay weirdo, anyway you better get to the shower before it gets too late. I love you but during that hug I could tell it’s been a while.” She said behind Andras.
“Ok, I’ll uh grab my things.” he said getting up rifling through the draws briefly before producing a change of clothes and some soap. He hastily exited the room before his new roommate could become any more suspicious of his behavior. Thanks to his studies of the floor plan on his way here he knew where to find the communal bathroom at the end of the hall.
Luckily the space was empty so he could clean his host in private, pulling the curtain across one of the booths as he entered it he quickly stripped his host body of its clothing. As the underwear fell to the floor he briefly paused at the sight of his bare breasts. Andras had thoroughly explored his new anatomy on the island in his spare time but he was in human territory now, he couldn’t afford to indulge himself and potentially attract attention.
He had cleaned himself once before on the Island by doing what he had learnt. Turning on the water he waited until the temperature had adjusted to the sensitive skin of his stolen body. He couldn’t help but release a light groan at the sensation flooding his senses from the hot water washing over him. There was a soap pump located just above the handles so after squirting some into his hands he carefully lathered it over his skin.
He couldn't help but linger on the more sensitive parts of his body. A mind numbing sensation washed over him upon reaching the space in between his legs. Another light moan escaped his lips but his activities were interrupted by the sounds of approaching footsteps and chatter. Andras cursed himself for getting distracted as he turned the water off and listened.
“Yeah I don't know if I’ll go to Amy’s tomorrow, I’ve got a lot of homework to catch up on.” Andras heard a female voice say.
“Come on Amber, don't be like that! You can finish that anyday, it will be fun.” Andras listened to the pair of girls chat as they entered the stall. Amber was in the file too, he was trying to picture what it had said about her and what she looked like but wasn’t coming up with much. He decided for the moment his best plan was to try and slip out unnoticed as he silently slipped into the fresh clothes he had haphazardly plucked from the drawer.
“You always say that Bianca, yet you are barely passing your own classes! You’re the last person I should be listening to.” Her point was accentuated by the sound of a curtain being pulled across and promptly followed by a second one.
This was his chance, he slipped out of his stall and crept past the pair just as they turned on their water. “I’ll have you know I got a 78% on my l-” was all he heard of Bianca's delayed retort as he scurried down the hallway and into his room.
He opened his door steadily to find Sarah sound asleep despite being gone for only a short while. Andras decided it was best for him to follow suit, and promptly slid himself into the empty bed. Finding himself thinking on how he is going to pass himself off at the girl who owned this body, he fell asleep pondering that very question.
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