So, I’m working on my project now. This is one of the prompts and prompt-fills that I’ve got so far.
52. After being seduced by a demon, a telepath ordered a birthday cake.
Being a telepath meant having a clear sense of self.
The breaks in his mind were clear. The fractures and replacement of things he hadn’t otherwise noticed the loss of were glaring in their obviousness.
The demon had woven itself throughout his mind.
It choked the idea of telling anyone out of his mind before he could speak the words.
He suffered in pleasure. Experienced physical and metaphysical pleasures the like of which he’d never imagined.
7 months later, on his mother’s birthday, he went to pick up the cake he’d ordered the week before.
The demon had metaphorically hung over his shoulder while he spoke on the phone, but he’d been relieved it hadn’t made him change the order. It seemed like proof that his theory was right: the demon couldn’t hear his thoughts. It only controlled his physical actions (his physical being).
While it had kept him from telling anyone about its presence either vocally or telepathically, it had been through physical means.
It knew his first impulse would be to tell someone of its presence. So it flooded his body with hormones. Locked his bones in place. Froze his vocal cords. All through physical puppetry of his body.
His mind was his own, when he could get it to work. The haze of hormonal pleasure made it very hard to concentrate. To even want to concentrate.
But there were some things too important to be ignored.
He was glad that his brother was there to meet him at the bakery. Joseph had walked from work and had his uniform polo slung over his shoulder. They were going to drive to their mother’s house together.
He didn’t resist when Joseph offered to carry the cake. He focused on the feel of his groin instead: the cotton of his underwear smooth against the textured seam of his pants. Not enough friction for true pleasure, but enough to keep his sensitized flesh wanting.
It was embarrassing to think he was walking around visibly aroused, but that embarrassment gave him something to focus on; an explanation for the mounting anxiety as they left the bakery and walked toward the parking garage.
He focused on the sensation between his legs. The prickle of his nipples. The growing desire to thrust and hump, to rub himself against something solid yet giving.
He felt the brush of Joseph’s mind against his own, but kept himself firmly closed off. Let the demon think it was embarrassment over his arousal.
He wouldn’t let it poison his brother’s mind. Not if he had the power to stop it.
And he did.
/END
Prompt 52 is part of Update: 34 of "WIPs, Snips, Bits and Bobs" https://harperkingsley.itch.io/bits-and-bobs (password: "Amorpho")
I write everything in text. So yeah, if you see a spelling or grammar mistake, that’s because it’s a work-in-progress (WIP). I haven’t run anything through a spellchecker.
You’re basically seeing my writing in the raw as it were.
That being said, if you spot any big errors, or you have any requests or whatever for Bits and Bobs, there is a discussion forum at the bottom of the project page. And there is an acknowledgments section in the project itself where your name can go. You know. If you want it to.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this excerpt.
Pax,
~HarperWCK
"WIPs, Snips, Bits and Bobs" https://harperkingsley.itch.io/bits-and-bobs (password: "Amorpho")
