Prompt: The Torrential Takeover (Part 2)

Summary: A water demon attempts to take over a young woman's body for her own nefarious purposes, but there are complications; the woman finds an unwanted presence riding in her mental backseat and a myriad of new powers at her disposal. Commissioned by TheDownhillRabbit6 for October 2021.

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[FIRST PART]

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Part 2

Song froze up, the abrupt banging at the door snapping her out of her bathroom trance. Panicked, she wondered if she should scramble for a hiding place, or see who wanted to see her. The person didn't sound friendly...

CRASH!

Unfortunately, she wouldn't have much of a choice in the matter. She staggered back, slumping down to the toilet seat as she heard the door to her stateroom collapse. A burly man in a suit lumbered forward, turning stiffly to look over to the bathroom, where Song had collapsed.

"Ms. Winters," he growled. "Boss wants to see ya."

Song stared, swallowed, and staggered to her feet. It would be easier to comply with his demands. She had the sinking feeling she was a prisoner after all...

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Song was ushered through the hallways and towards an imposing room at the back of the ship. Song's eyes nervously looked around the room, noting the strange antiquities that decorated the office. And there were so many swords...

At the center of the room, behind a mahogany desk, sat a cool-faced man, light gleaming from his bald head. He tented his fingers, leaning back in his white suit.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Song," he greeted her with a wispy, icy tone. "Are you enjoying our ship? We're sailing in international waters."

Song stared, clutching her chest. Her eyes drifted to the pair of looming bodyguards that flanked him.

Pah, you're so rattled by this trifling mortal? Stand your ground, woman!

She sat up straight, grimacing as that obstinate voice hissed into her ear again.

"W-why am I here? I don't understand why you're-"

"Oh, forgive my manners. My name is Daiyu Wu; you may know me better as the... proprietor of Black Jade."

Song's expression darkened. Black Jade was a notorious criminal enterprise, involved in everything from drug dealing, to smuggling, to weapons trafficking... she had a feeling something was up with this shady man.

He chuckled, reading her deer-in-headlights expression. "Ah, don't worry about potentially leaking sensitive information. This will be quick."

Daiyu Wu gestured casually towards Song; she trembled as the bodyguards stepped forward, flanking her from both sides. Song had a terrible feeling about this entire situation.

"Why... why are you holding me here??" Song stammered, her face pale and clammy. "What do you want from me!?"

Daiyu Wu leaned back in his chair. "You don't realize? Well, it makes no difference to me; what matters is what you're hiding. You have something that belongs to me..."

His eyes drifted between the two guards, before narrowing towards song.

"Now, we can do this the easy way... or the hard way. I suggest you make your choice carefully." The corner of his mouth twitched. "I'm not known to be a patient man, Ms. Winters."

Song broke into a cold sweat, beads forming around her brow. She had no idea what he was talking about! She had no memory of ever seeing him, or coming across anything! She cowered under the looming gaze of the guards, her body trembling.

You'll buckle to lowly threats from this peasant mortal!? Do you mean to INSULT Bai Tza more than you already have!?

She froze up. There was that obstinate voice in her head again.

You command the powers of a demon! USE THEM!

She was... encouraging her? But what did that mean? What powers!? Was that strange episode in the bathroom not just a hallucination...?

"You silent resistance speaks volumes, Ms. Winters," Daiyu Wu sighed. "The hard way it shall be."

Out of the corner of her eye. she spotted the glint of a silver knife, pointed squarely at her breast. She panicked, feeling something well up within her as her emotions swells.

"B-BACK OFF!!"

FWOOSH! She thrust out both of her arms to the sides, feeling a powerful sense of release as twin geysers blasted from her palms, slamming the guards into opposite walls. Beads of water trickled down her arms as she held them in front of her; her clothes were soaked, and felt tight against her swelling form.

Daiyu flinched as his bodyguards were blasted away, gritting his teeth. He reached behind his desk, pulling out a glistening sabre. "If you want anything done right, you have to do it yourself!"

He lunged forward with an intense look in his eye, blade trained to kill. Song reflexively raised her hands to block....

Clang! The blade clashed with her forearms, their texture hardening into solid ice. She redirected the blade to the side, its cutting end shaving the ice along her frosted arm. She acted on instinct, not stopping to question how her flesh and blood arms had turned into solid ice, or how she was able to maneuver them without any pain or stiffness.

"Angh..." She groaned, steam rising from her as her arms relaxed, melting into translucent watery facsimiles of her form. She felt a hot sensation welling from deep inside of her, a pumping within her, as if something was writhing within her, thrusting, yearning for release. Her hands scrambled for her hot chest, reaching for her buttoned shirt as she dug her fingers in, trying to wrest her top apart.

With a surprising show of strength, followed by the clattering of buttons, she tore her top off, revealing a pair of pulsating, swelling F-cup breasts. Her nipples stood at ends, perky and taut like little thumbs. She blushed, her breath hot and steamy as she rocked her hips, wincing and groaned until...

FSSSSSSSST!

Twin jets of high pressured water shot forth from her nipples, slamming into Daiyu Wu's shoulders. With a pained grunt, agony shut through his body as if he was slammed by a twin pair of bullets. He cried out, collapsing behind his office chair.

"ANGH!~" Song moaned against, her fingers lowering to play and satisfy her twitching labia, her fingers massaging her skin as her womanhood gushed profusely into a puddle along the floor. Manic pleasure gripped her mind in flashes of white as a whirlwind of sexual heat gripped her.

Girl! Abandon your lowly human pleasures! We must escape to the seas!

The voice hissed into her ear, dully snapping Song from her sexual reverie. She felt strength well up within her as she turned for the window. Beyond it was the rolling sea, braying gulls, sunshine...

It called to her. She lurched forward with a running start!

CRASH! With a leap, she threw herself at the window, shattering it in a flurry of glass shards. She tumbled two storeys overboard, hitting the water with a hard smack!

She moaned and writhed, her eyelids fluttering as she began to sink, the seas overcoming her.

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