Awakening, Ch. 3: Quickening

Author’s Note & Disclaimer:

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?