Tell Famine to climb on top of you and ride you cowgirl style

From Create Your Own Story

"How about in your pussy?" you suggest, lying on your back and spreading your legs.

Famine smiles. "An excellent idea."

She lowers your box onto your rod and leans forward so as to be be able to lip-lock with you while she bounces on you. You wrap your arms around her and grope her firm butt.

"That feels awesome," you say into her mouth as her tongue twines with yours.

Famine doesn't reply. She merely presses you more firmly down into the blankets and speeds the motion of her hips. You don't have the energy to speak again, as your own body responds by you thrusting upward into her. You feel a pain in your gut as if you are being consumed, but Famine's pussy is making you feel so good that you ignore it.

She climaxes once, twice, and on the third one, she drains your sperm from your cock. She climbs off you, breaks the lip-lock, and the pain stops.

"Because of who she is, whenever either your tongue or your cock is in her pussy, you'll feel like she's eating away at your insides," the preacher explains. "But I doubt you'll care. The pleasure she'll give you is overwhelming."

"It certainly was," you acknowledge.

A tall man enters the room, accompanied by a woman dressed in all black who is radiating a fearsomely cold aura.

"War and Death," the preacher explains. "You wouldn't want to be intimate with Death. She's beautiful, I grant, but -- she's Death. You would die."

"Unless I consciously made an effort the entire time to keep my inherent nature from killing you," Death clarifies. "War here can handle it because he, like me, is not mortal."

The preacher turns back to Famine. "You're under my mental control, but I have no orders for you as of now. The only one missing is Conquest, but I'm pretty sure he's with his little slut."

"They're in her room right now, I hear," War grins.

"Your job here is done, Brandon," the preacher informs you. "My colleagues and I will have a little planning session, but we don't need your help for anything else. You're free to go."

You rise, dress, and say to Famine, "Thanks for the good time, doll."

"Come back any time for more," Famine purrs.

"Delighted to meet you," you say, bowing politely to War and Death. You shake War's hand, give Death a quick hug (and even in the couple of seconds you press against her, you feel her power sapping some life from you), and give the preacher a friendly wave.

When you get home, Katy asks if she and Donna could walk you to school the next morning.

• Tell Katy you'd love to walk to school with her and Donna
• Tell Katy you don't want to be a fifth wheel between her and Donna, and you'll meet her at the front gate of school

You are possessing:
12th Grade Boy