Feral Possession

⛓White Bell⛓

*WARNING: Mature content ahead, proceed at own risk*
[Contains: Exophilia, Size Difference, Marking, Collar, Lingerie, Vaginal Sex, Biting, Praise Kink, Getting Caught, Cum]

  Drawing my sword from its sheath, I then set the sheath to the side. It was a quiet morning with clear skies and the warm sun shining. It was also finally time to learn how to dematerialize my sword.

  Grimmjow stood a few feet away with his arms crossed and his tail swaying. He watched me before sighing through his nose.

  "You really want to do this?"

  "Yes."

  "You realize we'll both be fucked if you lose yourself to the madness, right?"

  "I thought only I'd be fucked."

  "Your soul would be tainted. You think I want a tainted soul?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes.

  "Just tell me what to do."

  "Raise your sword and focus."

  "Focus on what?"

  "Your spiritual energy. How it feels. How it flows through you." Grimmjow came closer before walking in a circle around me to watch. I did as told and took calming breaths while focusing. "Now feel the sword and its components. If you do it right, you should be able to feel your energy as well as all the three demonic powers used during forging. What you'll do is pull your energy back in. The rest of the sword will follow."

  Closing my eyes, I was able to focus better as my grip on the sword tightened. A tingle ran across my skin, and I could feel the energy of the sword. Even though there were various energies, they were more like puzzle pieces creating the whole.

  "How do I pull it in?" I questioned while feeling Grimmjow walking around me.

  "Picture it in your head. Think of the sword's energy returning to you." His tone was calm and steady as I listened. I mentally pictured myself made of energy with a missing piece. I thought about it until the picture was clear, then thought about that missing piece being filled in.

  The sword in my hands began to lose substance, feeling almost like smoke between my fingers.

  "Focus. I had you train your sensory abilities, you should be able to do this. Feel it." Grimmjow spoke up, and I swallowed while trying harder.

  The weight of the sword began to lessen until it was purely smoke gliding across my fingers. When it finally vanished, I opened my eyes.

  "....That was anticlimactic." I muttered while looking down at my empty hands.

  "Be glad. It could've been way worse." Grimmjow suddenly grabbed my chin to raise my face to get a look at it. As he was looking into my eyes, it sounded as if a bell jingled inside my head before searing pain tore through my body.

  I cried out as my hands gripped my shirt over my heart. Falling to my knees, my eyes were wide in agony.

  "Wynter! Wynter, what is it?!" Grimmjow was crouched in front of me with his hands raised. I only screamed and doubled over. "Oh, fuck! Come on, fight it! Stay in control!"

  It felt as if something was digging into my chest and clawing at my heart. The pain branched out and burned to even the tips of my fingers and toes. My forehead hit the grass as I could no longer hear Grimmjow through the rushing of my own blood.

  My breathing became ragged and animalistic. My heart was thumping in my ears and it felt as if my veins might burst. My vision was going red, and I was panicking.