A cross between two evils - Jillian - PG
Jillian was well aware (at least underneath it all) that she was doing the wrong thing. She thought as long as it was only a little, only sometimes, only bad people, that it wouldn’t matter. She’d been doing it slowly since those bastards had broken into the clinic with their god damn guns and she’d sucked their souls to protect everyone.
And the next day while walking she’d pulled the souls from those around her. Not much. Just a little. Just enough to feel it deep inside herself. Yes, that was what she needed. Just a little. Just enough. It wasn’t hurting anyone and the feeling even a little gave her…it was good. It felt filling. The little pieces of errant soul drifted into that space inside her that had been empty for so long and now that it was filling up she wanted more.
She felt the soul of every living thing around her every moment of every day and she wanted it. After all, she wasn’t killing people. They were all fine, just a little dizzy at most. And when Juliet complained about headaches and feeling tired, Jillian toned it back at work.
She drew the life from people as she shopped, and as she went for her late night run past homes filled with warm warm people, and as she danced the night away in packed clubs. She pressed herself against men, taunting them with her tight clothing and the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip. She pressed herself again them and the souls that seeped into her tasted even sweeter with the feelings of their rising erections pressing against her. Like chocolate-covered speed-filled orgasms. She loved it. She craved it. They wanted her and it made every little piece she dragged free even more delicious.
But it all left her wanting more. More, more, moremoremore.
She stopped wondering about whether she should stop. Why stop when it was so easy?
After it, it wasn’t hurting anyone.
And the next day while walking she’d pulled the souls from those around her. Not much. Just a little. Just enough to feel it deep inside herself. Yes, that was what she needed. Just a little. Just enough. It wasn’t hurting anyone and the feeling even a little gave her…it was good. It felt filling. The little pieces of errant soul drifted into that space inside her that had been empty for so long and now that it was filling up she wanted more.
She felt the soul of every living thing around her every moment of every day and she wanted it. After all, she wasn’t killing people. They were all fine, just a little dizzy at most. And when Juliet complained about headaches and feeling tired, Jillian toned it back at work.
She drew the life from people as she shopped, and as she went for her late night run past homes filled with warm warm people, and as she danced the night away in packed clubs. She pressed herself against men, taunting them with her tight clothing and the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip. She pressed herself again them and the souls that seeped into her tasted even sweeter with the feelings of their rising erections pressing against her. Like chocolate-covered speed-filled orgasms. She loved it. She craved it. They wanted her and it made every little piece she dragged free even more delicious.
But it all left her wanting more. More, more, moremoremore.
She stopped wondering about whether she should stop. Why stop when it was so easy?
After it, it wasn’t hurting anyone.