Chapter 62 — The Demoness.

The sensation was at once terrifying and exhilarating.

Kael felt his consciousness forcibly shoved into the dark recesses of his mind, relegated to a spectator in his own skull.

Trapped behind a thick, foggy pane of glass, he watched through his own eyes as his body hammered into his mother with a rhythm that felt far more predatory and practiced than his own.

"Do it, my little suaro! Grunt more!"

The voice booming from his own throat was deeper, crueler, and carried an authority that made his blood run cold.

It wasn’t his voice; it was a twisted amalgamation—his own male register blended with a sultry, lustful feminine tone.

Something ancient, something that had been lying dormant in the shadows of this world, had finally found a vessel strong enough to inhabit.

Get out! Kael screamed internally, but his mouth only curled into a cruel, unfamiliar smirk. His hands, still firmly gripping Amber’s hair and pulling her head back, did not falter.

The pressure in his hips was relentless, driving into his mother with a mechanical, insatiable lust that had nothing to do with Kael’s own stamina.

He tried to force his fingers to release her hair, but they only tightened, digging into her scalp.

Panic began to claw at him. He realized that this entity—whatever she was—was feeding on the exact depravity he had been indulging in.

She wasn’t just hijacking his body; she was amplifying his darkest desires, turning his newfound freedom into a prison.

He watched as his hand slapped her ass again—harder this time, leaving a red mark that his body seemed to admire with a sinister thrill.

Kael realized with a jolt of horror that if he didn’t find an anchor—a memory, a sensation, or a thought that belonged solely to the world he came from—he might never wake up from this backseat ride.

He had to disrupt the rhythm, to break the synchronization between the entity and the act.

But how could he fight back when his body was so perfectly, violently attuned to the pleasure of the woman beneath him?

"Oink! Oink! Ahhh! Ahh! Oink!"

Amber was at the absolute peak of her arousal, pushed well past the point of rational thought.

Her mind had completely fractured; all she could do was grunt like the suaro her son had dubbed her. Kael’s fingers were hooked deep into her nostrils, pulling with agonizing force, while his thrusts grew increasingly savage.

The full nine inches of his cock buried itself inside her with every stroke, his pelvic bone slamming rhythmically against her backside with a wet, heavy thwack.

Pah! Pah! Paah!

He began slapping her ass cheeks hard, the sting forcing her body into a frantic, uncontrollable rhythm.

"You slut!" he growled, his voice a twisted, hateful dissonance. "I saw how wet you got when I fucked your ass!"

Pah! Paah!

"I was worried about you," he spat, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. "I should have known you loved being treated like nothing more than a cheap whore!"

Amber’s head was spinning. She couldn’t fully comprehend the vitriol he was hurling at her, but even through her muddled, pleasure-drunk haze, she understood that her son was viciously degrading her.

Fear finally flickered through the euphoria; she realized she needed to halt this before it escalated into a catastrophe.

She tried to shift, to beg him to pull back, but at that exact moment, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back with cruel force.

"Ahhh! Kael, stop it!" she cried out, her voice breaking.

Inside, Kael remained trapped in the suffocating darkness of his own mind, unable to control his limbs.

He felt like a prisoner in his own skin, forced to watch through his own eyes as the entity took command.

He could hear every guttural, cruel sound spilling from his mouth and feel every violent thrust his body delivered to his mother.

The panic was absolute; he knew that if this continued, the situation would end in ruin. He gritted his teeth, focusing every ounce of his willpower on clawing back control.

Outside, Amber’s body trembled from the intensity. When she finally managed to turn her head, she didn’t see her son. Staring back at her was a nightmare.

The entity’s eyes glowed with a sickly, dark pink hue, its hair standing on end and floating as if submerged in water, while two sharp canines protruded from its mouth.

It wore Kael’s face, yet it was clearly something else—a demon wearing his skin.

Something has taken him, she realized in a moment of pure, freezing terror.

The creature yanked her hair, pulling her face inches from its own. It whispered in a heavy, unnatural blend of male and female voices, "Do you really want me to stop, Mother?"

With a savage thrust, the entity drove its full length deep inside her.

Amber let out a final, strangled cry before her brain short-circuited. A massive, uncontrollable orgasm flooded her system, and she released a violent jet of fluids onto the grass, her body slumping into unconsciousness.

The entity lifted her limp, unconscious form into the air with a single hand. To any onlooker, it would have been a horrific sight: the creature was now hovering several feet off the ground.

By some dark stroke of luck, the town streets were deserted. The men were away working the fields, and the local women were hidden away in their homes, leaving Amber completely defenseless against the monster.

"Haha! What a slut!" the entity sneered, trailing its fingers down her pale cheek.

Deep inside the void, Kael watched, frozen in horror.

He felt the entity’s murderous intent spiking. She wasn’t satisfied with just the abuse—she meant to kill her.

As if to confirm his fear, the creature’s fingernails elongated into jagged claws, drawing thin, crimson lines of blood down Amber’s face as it caressed her.

Kael reached a breaking point. He squeezed his eyes shut in the darkness, funneling every ounce of his remaining willpower, every nerve, and every thought into his hands.

Outside, the creature frowned, its grip suddenly faltering. Amber’s body dropped to the ground.

She landed hard, but the fall was short, and she remained unconscious.

The entity let out a jagged, frustrated hiss, her head snapping back and forth as she struggled to maintain her hold on the vessel. Kael pushed harder, the mental resistance burning like molten lead in his mind.

He didn’t just want to regain control; he wanted to tear the invader out of his skin.

"Get... out..." Kael snarled, the voice finally his own, though it wavered between his natural tone and the demonic resonance.

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