Murderer

The complete darkness that surrounded me soon faded, I was back in Diana's tribe camp, right in the middle of it, where the men were following their routines like nothing strange or out of ordinary had happened. I was sitting on the ground and right beside me Voltan's body was laid out, unconscious. The strange thing was that he wasn't all jacked up like before, he was definitely smaller, not only in body mass but in height, quite clearly.

In front of me were Drika and Diana. Drika still had the blue eyes, she had her hand raised at me which made me backup a little in fear, but it didn't take long for her to put the same hand on her head like she was in pain, grunting and stumbling around. Diana grabbed her arm so she could keep her balance, then Drika/Isha decided to speak.

— I don't have much time, I am losing more power each time I come out from that damned vase. Diana, I'm afraid you won't be able to use much of your gifts, same goes for these people. Use it wisely, this is your last chance, did you understand? — While she was talking, her demonic voice was stuttering, but when she asked Diana she made sure to raise her head and look right in Diana's eyes, showing how serious she was.

Diana nodded and was about to say something, but then Isha came out of Drika's body, the blue flame came out of her body and made a blue mist in the air, returning to Diana's tent and probably going underground where the vase was. Drika's body collapsed to the ground, passing out just like her husband. During that whole thing, I was watching without saying a word or making a move, just had an angry expression on my face, if Diana didn't had powers or even those people, then finally a bullet to the head would suffice, the question was if I was courageous enough to do it in a woman, even if she was the most evil one in the planet.

After the mist disappeared inside the tent, Diana was quick enough to turn and face me, taking notice that I had my hand ready on my gun holster, she quickly made a point to warn me.

— I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Craft.

Then she pointed her finger at me and I was completely paralyzed, in fact, I felt like my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I could still see but had no control over my body, this is probably what it feels to be under her possession I thought, I even imagined if I had the white eyes just like the other ones, only her could answer that and she had no reason to it.

After being possessed, my body became fully laid down on the ground, squirming a bit, like I was trying to fight it, but it was impossible, trapped in my mind, seeing, feeling everything but not able to do anything. Soon after, Diana slowly mounted on my body, sitting with that round ass right above my dick still in my pants, at least for now.

— I'm sure you are the one, Mr. Craft... — Her hand went into my chest, unbuttoning each button from my shirt and revealing my hairy defined chest, rubbing her hand against it, playing with the hair and caressing my skin, I couldn't do anything about it, in any other situation that would be amazing, but considering that a hard on could mean a baby which would bring world destruction, it was far from amazing.

— Or maybe I just really like you... You did it for the first time while I wasn't even using magic on my body, that alone makes you unique. — Yeah, she was right, an unique pervert that relents to any good piece of tits and ass, but at that moment, her body was magical as she herself said, perky tits, defined abs, shaved pussy, the model body. I held on to my thoughts, realizing that getting horny would be a bad thing, even though it was quite hard, no pun intended, to do it with the constant shaking of her ass right at my pants and her hand touching me. Not to mention being forced to look at her whole body, since I couldn't even control my face.

Luckily or not, she apparently had a headache, similar to Isha just a couple of seconds ago, she stopped groping me to put both of her hands on her head, quietly moaning with her eyes closed. Along with her obvious pain, I could hear the other tribe men doing the same, screaming and grumbling, she indeed was getting weaker, not being able to handle possessing so many people for the looks of it.

As for me, nothing changed, I was still trapped on my mind seeing her endure her head pain, but then the old man from before with the magical books and such, came close to us, he looked very confused and even annoyed from where I was down there, also his tiny wiener and balls were shaking right in my field of view, probably the only time I would be thankful to see that, since it would help tremendously not having an erection after seeing something like that.

He started to speak in a foreign language, most likely Portuguese, but I couldn't understand much of it. The only thing I could understand is that he was getting more and more frustrated with each word he said, to a point he tried to push Diana off my body. Diana decided to reply back once she opened up her eyes looking right at me, in the sickest way possible. She made me go for my pistol, taking it out of the holster and immediately pointing at the old man. Again, I couldn't do anything aside from keep screaming in my own head the word "NO" multiple times.

No point in it, Diana made me pull the trigger, I shot the old man right in the head, the bullet went clean in and out, he fell to the ground. In my thoughts I wanted to shoot Diana right after, kill her for what she had me do it, she made me into a murderer... even if my mind was the only thing I had at the moment, I didn't know what to think but she made sure I didn't dwell much on it, since she got up, ordered me to get up as well and pointed the gun to the rest of the tribe.

All of them were out of her possession, I was the only target now, focusing her remaining power to just control me for the looks of it, mostly of the tribe men were scared, probably because I was a white eyed man with a gun, a demon, her personal demon, especially how tribes have their own beliefs when it comes to the supernatural.

Again, I was screaming in my mind to see if my body would respond in some way, almost pleading for her to not kill anyone else while the tribe men kept calling me "diabo" while pointing at me and her, I believed it meant devil, appropriate. Thankfully she didn't order me to shoot, instead, she started to talk in Portuguese as well. From what I could make of it, she was threatening or at least establishing dominance over those poor people.

They didn't have much of a choice, in fact, even though she wasn't mind controlling them now, some of them came close to her, scared for their life in their eyes, taking each step with most care until some guy in the back screamed something and decided to rush in my direction.

Diana was quick again, changing my aim to that guy and once again she made it, one pull of the trigger and one bullet to the head was enough once again. At that point I wanted to leave my own body, I didn't recognize myself, I would never forgive myself. if it was possible to cry in despair just by thinking instead of actually crying tears, that is what was happening at that moment.

Meanwhile, the tribe men got even more scared, kneeling to the ground putting their hands over their heads and repeating the same words in Portuguese, "pare, pare". It meant stop, yeah, I was repeating the same thing in my head.