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There it is again.
It would start in the pit of my stomach; those butterflies he used to give me. They bounced all around before coming together in a tight ball that sent dread coursing through my limbs. It's the gradual build up to what would lead to a powerful orgasm, but I was horrified at its greeting.
"Not again, I can't do this again!"
The butterflies, they'd rise to my beating heart and pump blood through my veins so quickly, it was like a heart attack that would undoubtably claim my life, but I've gone through these enough times to know it was worse than that. I tried to sit up and go to the bathroom, find something to distract me from the urge, but he's kept me pinned on the bed and sang sweet words into my ear.
"Sara, you feel so good..."
I kept refuting him as if the outcome will change, but the resistance only increased his advances. Knowing how stubborn he was, this had to be some sort of power play to prove how much I still loved him. How he knew what was best for me and that I do want this- whether I was certain or not.
I helplessly stared up at the ceiling with pitiful whimpers. Arms bound above my head and legs spread wide, I called for my lover. "Oh God...please," the butterflies were long gone and in their absence was a flame that they set off inside me. It burned so hot; I could feel the heat all over my skin. I could smell my own sweat as it beaded off my forehead. "It hurts. It hurts so much..."
He hushed me with darkness coating his words, and with what felt like a cool lick going from my collarbone to my earlobe, my hips snapped.
They arched up from the bed so high you'd think I had become paralyzed by my own orgasm. The rush of the climax was simply that hard that I couldn't fight it anymore. I clung to the bed sheets with my eyes bolted shut; my jaw was almost unhinged as I screamed through the pleasure.
Breaking out into a sob, I cried, "O-oh fuck, I can't stop!"
"Good girl..."
He sounded tired, like he just came too, but he's eager for me to go on. Before I could recover from my first climax, I'm flipped over to my stomach and the sensation of a circular object is pushed past the tight rim of muscles in my asshole. Cool touches grip onto my hips as he began to rock.
"Not yet! I'm not ready!" I tried crawling away, reaching for the headboard for some leverage over this one-sided fight, but I was caught off guard when I felt a second set of icy hands massage my breasts whilst the first pair were still planted at the hips. His fingers toyed with my nipples, rolling one between his thick digits.
"Hah!" I gasped, his tongue caressing the other nipple, even though he was still fucking my ass. This was all abnormal; I could feel him consuming my entire body in ways that a human could never, but I had already known that. Even so, the reminder disturbed me. The need to cum overpowered my sanity again, and I gave up the fight.
"Fuck me harder. If you're gonna keep doing it, might as well do it good- AH!"
He didn't find humor in my back talk, so a third set of hands went to my throat and squeezed. His cock had grown bigger and moved quicker; his hairy balls slapped violently against my sensitive clit.
"Here it comes. Take all of me..."
Unlike his icy hands, the seed he shot inside my asshole signed my insides. I was left clinging to life as my heart stopped for just a second, learning to accommodate his heavy load.
"Sara," he collected his breath with a smile coating his words, "I love you..."
He always pushed me over my limit, just as he has done since his death. If he didn't let up, this guy would turn out to be the death of me as well. My true love and heartbreak: Patrick Sexton.
Patrick grew up being made fun of for a lot of things, including his name.
"Patrick, like that dumb starfish? So, you're just a fat pink blob with rocks for brains!"
"Sexton? That's funny, 'cause you'd be the last person to get a ton of sex!"
Our high school bullies weren't very clever. But, it still bothered me how much they teased him. I knew how it felt to be discriminated against. Before high school, I was the black sheep of the class with acne, a chubby body, and round glasses. Through peer pressure, I wore makeup every day, starved for hours, and never wore my glasses- which cost me a lot of trips to the nurses' office. But Patrick never changed.
When I first spoke to him during our study break, one of the first things he asked me was, "You're not doing this because you feel sorry for me, right?"
"No! Of course not!"
"You don't need to lie. I know I'm a freak to them, but I don't care. At least I'm not boring," he swiped on his tablet to find his favorite manga, "They're lame to always talk about me, yet have nothing to say about their own lives. Wanna read with me?"
We sat in the cafeteria reading together every break since then, and from there I learned he was part of the anime club, and then I met his best friends: Robin and Caspian. In a matter of weeks, I went from a try-hard popular girl to embracing my true self again.
"Wow Sara, you really look amazing!" people would say after I embraced my natural beauty, regained my body fat, and I wore glasses again. The same people who taunted me were now praising me; I assumed it was in part of their fear of Patrick who by then made it clear he wasn't afraid to be suspended to defend my honor.
Patrick and I spent four wonderful years together as high school sweethearts, but we never made love until after we graduated.
"Sara, what are you doing?" We were cuddling in his bed one night while we tried to watch a movie, and being so close to him made me notice how much he had matured. His round face had chiseled and the mustache he wanted so badly had arrived tenfold, completely bushy with a beard and sideburns attached. My sweet woodsman, I would joke.
You wouldn't think he'd be such a sensitive guy, because when I planted kisses on his face and chest and rubbed his penis over his clothing, he was getting wet on the spot. I giggled when I felt it through the fabric of his boxers.
"Wait! I don't wanna cum yet. Not like this." He threw away the blanket covering the two of us, laid me down on my back and said, "Let me take care of you..."
I told him I loved him five times that night. But now, he's dead.
"Over a stupid drunk driver!" Robin slammed her drink on the table. She wiped her tears away with her sleeve and said, "I can't believe you're not angry right now."
"I am," I said, "It's just hard for me to show my emotions."
"You're better than me, because I show all of mine!"
I kept in touch with Robin after Patrick died. She was a good person. A little eccentric, but a good person. I only cried that night when I got the phone call, and a little tear went down my cheek when I was told it'd be a closed casket, but nothing more. Robin invited me for drinks the evening after the funeral.
"Do you want me to stay over? We could play some games, watch a movie."
I shook my head, "No, I'd rather just be alone."
"We could also, you know..." Robin lowered her voice, "Call him again."
I loved my boyfriend, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.
Something you should know about our friend group: we were into dark shit- including the occult. Caspian introduced it to us, and when I told him Patrick died, he came up with the idea to call for him. He had a Ouija board at his house, and he drove down to meet me and Robin to perform a séance. With this ritual, we'd be able to contact Patrick from the dead.
Caspian conducted the séance. We all had our hands on the planchette.
"Are we currently speaking with Patrick Sexton?"
Our hands gravitated towards the YES option on the board.
"Patrick, this is Caspian. I am with Sara and Robin. Do you know who we are?"
Our hands stayed on the YES. I heard Robin swallow.
"Can I ask a question?" I said. Caspian nodded. Taking a deep breath, I asked, "Patrick, are you in any pain?" Our hands lingered on the YES for a few seconds before gradually moving to the opposite end of the board.
"I sensed hesitation," Caspian muttered, "Patrick...are you at peace?"
Our hands stayed put.
"These are stupid questions," Robin said, "Can't you ask more specific ones?"
Caspian pursed his lips, "You're welcome to try."
Robin sighed and let her own tears flow down her cheeks, "Patrick...Who killed you?"
"Robin!" I yelled, pulling my hand away from the planchette.
"What? You don't wanna know?"
"That's not appropriate! I'm sure we'll figure it out soon."
"But I wanna know who murdered him so I can kill that son-of-a-bitch myself!"
"Girls please," Caspian butted in, "I think it's best if we end this today. We could always try again another time."
I thought that would be the end of it. We did our little séance, and it would help bring some sort of peace to my heart and it did- for a few days. But right before the funeral, I thought I was dreaming about him. Those familiar feelings of arousal bubbling up in my stomach was haunting me. I almost told him that I was too tired to play, but then I remembered he was gone. I would be talking to nobody, at least that's what I thought. What I wasn't prepared for was that even if he was dead, he could still find a way to live through me.
"Sara."
"What the hell?" I whipped my head around, thinking the voices were coming from inside my closet, "Where are you?"
"I love you."
His voice was so clear, it was like he was speaking directly into my ears, but that was impossible. I called out to him again, my breathing picking up in a panic, too afraid to get up and check the closet for myself, but the response I got was more inhuman than I could've ever prepared for.
I was flipped onto my stomach, ass high in the air, and without anybody physically present, I felt my asshole widen to make room for a 10-inch cock.
I clawed at the sheets crying for help, but the invisible force pushed my face into the pillow. I was getting ass fucked by literal air. My panties were still on, my pajama shorts too, but going off the way I felt alone, I was being sodomized. The veins in his cock pulsated as he approached his orgasm. It was astounding.
I reached up to fondle my breast, knowing that's the key that would help me cum. No matter the circumstances, I knew that stimulating my nipples would always help me achieve orgasm. Groaning into the bed, I begged for mercy. "God, please help. H-help me! I'm cumming!"
What would've been a gift to my body was turned into horror when I felt the rush of his cum fill up my ass.
No matter the location or the time, Patrick's ghost would fuck me. At his funeral, I was hunched over while his mother was speaking about how great of a son he was. He sure was great at eating me out- I knew that much. Robin rubbed my back telling me it was going to be alright. She thought I was having terrible cramps, but I didn't have the balls to tell her the truth, even as we had drinks later that night. I could've told her I didn't want to call him through the Ouija board again because since our first attempt, he's been toying with me- screwing me whenever he wanted to. But I was afraid.
I took a year off school in the hopes that this would all go away, but it seemed to get worse. Now, I don't want to wait any longer to start college. I decided community college would be best for me since it'd be near home, less money, and I wouldn't feel obligated to hang out with people as much and risk my secret being revealed. Patrick and I were always together when he was alive. But now that he's dead, I couldn't stand him.
I needed help.
Caspian picked up the phone immediately when he saw my name.
"Sara! How are you doing? Everything okay?" he already sounded concerned.
"Hey umm, remember when we did the séance last year?"
"Yeah?"
"Okay. Because I think something went wrong..."
Caspian and I weren't very close like he was with Patrick. You could describe him as that guy who could've fit in with any clique in high school, yet he chose us. He was always loyal. Even though we weren't speaking much after that ritual, he still drove down to see me.
"I'm surprised I'm the first one you told and not Robin," was Caspian's initial reaction when I addressed my strange problem.
"Robin is a wildcard," I sighed, "I don't know whether she'd have my back or tell me I'm going crazy with grief, and I'm just not ready to deal with it."
"Yeah, I get it, but I believe you," Caspian took his Ouija board out of his backpack, "Hopefully, reaching out to him will help fix things."
The two of us performed the séance again, this time with a plan. Our mission: Send Patrick's spirit out of my body.
"Are we currently speaking with Patrick Sexton?"
YES
"This is Caspian speaking. I am with Sara. Do you know who we are?"
YES
"Are you in any pain?"
NO
"Are you at peace?"
NO
Looking at those bold black letters, I found myself frowning deeply. After all this time, his soul was still suffering. I wanted to speak up, but Caspian told me not to.
"Last time, everyone had a chance to talk, but I think that's where I went wrong," his face scrunched with guilt, "I'm the one who controls the conversation. Any questions you have could be said through me."
"That makes sense. Could you tell him this then?"
I whispered my question thinking that it wouldn't disturb the process. Caspian shut his eyes and directed his attention to the spirit world, "Patrick, are you inside of Sara at this time?"
The planchette was stagnant.
"I...I don't get it," I said. I yanked my hand away and jumped up, shaking it like I had touched a hot stove, "I could hear him. I swear to God. Every day, I hear his voice!"
"Have you considered another possibility?" Caspian approached me, sensing my fear, "Maybe the Patrick you knew and the one inside you aren't the same."
"But..."
"I'm not saying he's not your boyfriend," Caspian stressed, "Just that we are unaware of what the spirit endures after death, but I would think as a spirit, one would be all-knowing and powerful. That would mean he was kind to you now, but knowing he could treat you as he wants with no consequences...maybe he's-"
The planchette shifted. We heard it move and looked at the board.
YES
I felt my head grow dizzy and I grabbed Caspian's arm, "I can't do this..."
"It's okay," he replied, "I'll pack it up, but let's say goodbye first."
We sat back down to close off our session with Patrick's ghost.
"My dear friend, Patrick Sexton, we thank you for your time and presence at our table. Sara and I wish you everlasting peace in the afterlife and grant us blessings that someday we too will be where you are in Heaven or Heaven equivalent."
My stomach churned once he finished talking, and it blossomed into a hot sensation that was spreading through my body. "Cas..."
"Hmm?"
"It's happening again..."
Ecstasy has become my worst fear. I'm Patrick's ragdoll when I'm horny, thrown left and right for his entertainment.
"You need to leave!" I yelled.
"You don't want me to help?"
"You CAN'T help!" I stepped away from my friend, "If what we just did wasn't successful, then what else could we do?" I dropped to my knees, "Oh fuck!"
I never knew that Caspian could become even more pale than he already was, but when he truly understood how serious my situation was, he was drained of color immediately. Caspian stumbled when rushing to fold up his Ouija board and shoved it in his bag, blowing out the candles, and turning on the lights. He threw the bag far away from us, but not before grabbing a small vial he kept in a pocket. He removed the cap and started splashing it on me. If I told Robin that Caspian threw holy water on me screaming, "The power of Christ compels you!" while I writhed over the floor, she'd have a laughing fit.
Patrick wasn't letting go of me though. He felt stronger than ever, his dick pumping in and out of my pussy with endless stamina. My legs were wide open and bent off the floor. I wanted to cover my face in shame, but he wouldn't let me. He kept my arms spread open so Caspian could witness my full degradation.
Caspian wasn't afraid, nor did he look disgusted with me. When he completed the vial, he ran to my side and took my hand.
"I don't know what to do, Sara...," he trembled, "But I'll be with you all the way."
I wanted to tell him thank you, but when I opened my mouth Patrick stuffed his cock in there too, with his cock also invading my pussy. Caspian kept his eyes closed but was unable to block out the sounds of my gagging, crying, and eventual climax.
I took a warm bath afterwards, scrubbing deep around my private areas until they burned pink. The only cum I could feel was my own. Although Patrick loved cumming in me, he never left evidence of his crime, which made my ordeal even more confusing to explain to people. At least Caspian understood.
He waited for me in my bedroom, sitting quietly on my bed, probably wrapping his head around what he just experienced. When I came out, I could sense that he wanted to keep a calm face to not add to my shame, but he blushed when he saw me in my white tank top and fluffy pink shorts. I forgot to put on a bra under the top, so I knew he could see my wet nipples bleeding through the fabric, but that was the least of my worries. My hair was wet and curly, retracting up to my shoulders. With the heat of the bath, my cheeks made me look like I was blushing at him too.
"Do you wanna watch something?" I said.
"Sure."
We binged a season of MoonPhase and argued about the plot. Caspian ranted that the lead character, Celeste, shouldn't have the ability to time travel without the magical moon rock while I argued that she could because her love for Dr. Rocket could go beyond the grand order's rules.
"Besides, I think Dr. Rocket was born on the moon."
"Get the fuck outta here!"
"It makes sense though, doesn't it?!"
We shared popcorn Caspian made in my microwave and a couple of sodas. We stayed snuggled up together for hours, then we took a nap. When I woke up, it was thunder storming outside.
"Cas?" I mumbled, opening my eyes to his broad, hairy chest in my face. I lightly tugged on one of the hairs. It woke Caspian up and while wiping the drool off his chin he asked what time is was.
"7 p.m"
"Damn, didn't think I'd stay that long."
"I know you wanted to leave earlier."
"No, I could stay for the night," Caspian said, "I like it here, if that's cool with you."
For the first time since my boyfriend passed away, there was a fluttering in my heart that didn't make me feel afraid. I looked into Caspian's eyes which were such a bright blue that they could pierce into your soul. But I wasn't scared. Being with him didn't make me scared anymore. I smiled warmly at my friend, "Stay as long as you like."
I decided to call up Robin, showing her through video chat that Caspian was sleeping at my house.
"If I knew he was coming, I would've been there to say hi!"
"Would you really?" a second girl popped into Robin's frame.
"Well, if it didn't interrupt our date."
"I would say the rainstorm already did that for you guys," Caspian said.
"Not really!" the second girl grinned, "We spent all day at the mall. We're leaving now!"
"Yeah, no raindrops are gonna kill this love!" Robin kissed the girl.
"Eww" I scrunched my face, jokingly.
"Don't be a hater," Robin smiled warmly at me, "...I'll text you later, okay?"
We waved goodbye and Caspian and I went on to reminisce on better days. He was especially fond of the memories he had with my boyfriend, how he and Patrick would help with club events and try to bulk up to get more muscular bodies. Caspian said Patrick beat him in that department.
"Yeah, we were bros in every way...Sara?" Caspian caught me crying, "Is this too much for you?"
"No, I want you to bring him up. I'd rather that than forget him," I sniffed, "but it's not even about Patrick. I just think...we all had such bright futures and his was cut short, and mines...I'm in so much pain."
"Sara..."
"Patrick and I wanted to go to university, but that's impossible now. He's dead and I'm...like this! How stupid would I look having uncontrollable orgasms in class?"
Caspian hugged me. "I don't know what to say, but I'm sorry..." he whispered, "When he passed, I didn't know what to do with myself. When I saw how beat up he was, it was so traumatizing. I couldn't believe that was him, but sometimes it still haunts me...I thought if we did the séance that would give you some peace, but I'm a liar, I did it more for myself..."
I leaned back to look Caspian in the eyes, "It's okay, we can all be a little selfish sometimes, right?"
"But my selfishness started this whole thing; now you're being hurt by him. If I had left you alone, you could've grieved properly like you deserve."
Caspian was there when I was having my breakdown earlier, and I wanted to return the favor. I took his hand in mine and said, "There's no telling what would've happened if you didn't intervene. You didn't plan on this happening either, so I don't blame you. It's not your fault."
My friend gave me a longing expression, one that a guy probably shouldn't give to their dead friend's ex. "There's so much I wanted to tell you, Sara. About that night, but I covered it up with some stupid ritual. I ruined your life..." My hands went up to his face and wiped away his tears with my thumbs.
"No Cas, if anything, you're saving it."
Patrick and I waited a long time before we had sex. We had a first kiss, went on several dates, grinded against one another like the horny teenagers we were. But we never fucked until after graduation. Sometimes I would think, maybe we should've done it sooner because not long after we lost our virginity he died, and perhaps this demonic fucking we do now is him making up for lost time.
I was tired of waiting for a better tomorrow, hoping that life will return to the way it was, because it never will be. So, am I wrong to adapt to the present? I carried a burden too heavy to bear alone, and Caspian was there. I never even saw Caspian in that way before, but I was so desperate for a touch that didn't seek joy in my pain. A lover who would respect my boundaries again. Somebody that I trusted.
The rain went on and the thunder grew louder as the television played softly in the background, and I blocked it all out to listen to Caspian's beautiful gasp as he entered me.
"You're so tight, Sara."
"Am I your first?"
"No...," he shivered, "But I never felt this good inside a woman!"
We went slow at first, keeping our focus on each other. I think Caspian was more nervous that he cared to admit, he furrowed his eyebrows and kept his hands on the back of my thighs, methodically thrusting in me- making sure not to hurt me.
"Keep going," I moaned, "I want it."
"Can I go faster?"
"Yes."
His pace wasn't quick enough. He could go faster if he wanted to, but I think he was still unsure of my boundaries, so I took the reins and flipped us over, so he was on his back while I rode him.
"Oh God...," Caspian kept repeating, going under my white tee to massage my breasts. He pinched one of my nipples which sparked a fire in me. I gyrated my hips forward and rested my hands on top Caspian's chest, loving the way his blond hairs would tickle my palms. "Keep doing that, pull my nipples, Cas!"
"Like this?" he tugged again.
I squealed, tightening my walls around his shaft, "Fuck yes!" Only one more tug and I was sent flying to Heaven; I threw my head back and let my curls whip behind me as my orgasm shattered my common sense.
"Now it's my turn..." He took me to my bedroom window and pressed me up against the cool glass so we both had a view of the rustling trees that were being blown in the wind by the thunderstorm. The streetlights were flickering, and I could spot a river of dirty rainwater flowing down a sewer. All that noise wouldn't alert anyone of the loud slapping, moaning, and dirty words we exchanged.
Caspian kept ahold of my wrists while he fucked my ass, happily growling at the sight of my ass cheeks slamming up against him.
"Tell me who this ass belongs to."
"You, Cas."
"What was that?"
"This ass is yours!"
I felt like I was betraying Patrick by saying that, but the moment got the better of me and with all the time fearing for my safety, I gave myself permission to stop worrying and that Patrick- despite all that he's done-would still want me to move on. Caspian had so much more to give, and I was ready to offer all of myself to him.
We returned to the bed where he pried my cheeks apart while slowly fucking my ass. The slow pace was just as sexy as us going fast because I could lie down and absorb everything. Taking in the way the tip of his cock popped right back into my ass, and the shaft would open my hole so wide I felt the urge to push him back out.
Caspian paused and said, "Damn girl, you're so fucking sexy" and then kept going.
"I feel like I'm gonna die from this gorgeous ass..." he kept going.
"I love you, Sara..." and kept going. I let him have it all. I was mewling in bliss after I had cum three more times over the course of our fucking. I felt like a wild animal. That's what we were to each other: primitive creatures, forgetting all worries, and taking all the stress that we've carried on our mortal bodies out on each other. I couldn't imagine the pain Caspian had suffered upon losing Patrick. I never even asked him how he felt during it all. I only cared about myself. To think, seeing how unrecognizable your friend looked after a car crash must've been...
But, at Patrick's funeral, his casket was closed. There was no wake. Not even his mother saw his face after the accident. How would Caspian know?
"I'm gonna cum so hard. Can I cum inside?"
All the unbridled joy I had in my body had shut down.
"Caspian."
"Yes baby?"
"How did you know what Patrick looked like after the crash?"
Caspian's libido died down when I said that. "Because...He got hit by a drunk driver. They caught the guy after the funeral, you know that."
"But you told me you SAW his face. We could assume he was messed up, but you said it traumatized you when you looked at it," I made Caspian pull out of me so I could turn and face him. "So, how did you see it? Were you there?"
"Sara, I-I wasn't..."
"Caspian, when you lie, you stutter a lot. Patrick told me that. So, if you lie to me now," tears welled up in my eyes, "I know you never cared about me..."
"Jesus Christ, Sara. Why are you accusing of shit?!" he panicked, "They caught the guy, and now you're thinking I killed Patrick?"
"I never said you did," I clarified, "But now that you mention it, that is a good question. Did you kill Patrick?"
Caspian stood up and grabbed at his sweaty long hair, "Do you really think that little of me, Sara? I didn't kill him. They caught the fucking guy!"
"Then why bring it up in the first place?!"
Deep down, I didn't want to accuse Caspian, I didn't even believe he could take part in murder. What he said wasn't just suspicious, but it could've been the key to figuring out why Patrick's ghost kept haunting me. It made me wonder: was Patrick trying to keep me to himself because he knew Caspian and I would get together?
Caspian turned his back on me and inhaled deeply. When he exhaled, I could hear his voice crack. "I brought it up because, I guess I feel guilty, for my part in it..."
"What part?"
"That night, we were driving together. He was the driver, and I was in the passenger seat," Caspian crossed his arms, still avoiding me, "Us guys, we like to egg each other on. Dare one another on things 'cause it's funny. So, when we drove, I told him to speed through a red light because no cars were coming. He said no. I told him, 'It's not a big deal unless you're too pussy for it' Patrick had just gotten his license too- fuck!"
I had a feeling that I knew where this was going, but I let him continue.
"He sped past the first one and then I dared him to do another. He wanted to stop, but I said, one more time and I promise I'll stop. What the hell was wrong with me? He did it, because he trusted me. There weren't any cars when we were there- I swear to God! But right as we passed that third red light...well, you saw the images."
A tear dropped down my cheek, "Oh my God..."
"Yes, a drunk driver hit us. He should have been paying attention to the red lights on his end, but we were no better. If we followed the rules, we would've never crossed his path. But I had to just push it!" Caspian whipped around with red eyeballs, "If I wasn't there, he would still be alive! And what's worse? When I saw his face...I ran away. I ran through the woods till I found his house that was just around the corner, got into my own car and drove the fuck home- like a good FUCKING friend!"
How do you talk after something like that? I didn't know how to. I just sat there, minutes after I came to this guy, only to find out he was there when Patrick died. Not just there, he was an accomplice. But, when I stared into Caspian's face, I could tell he was remorseful. My hatred of him burned from my core, yet I still loved him.
"Don't put it all on yourself," I said, "Patrick drove that night. If someone told me to pass a red light, I would stand by my decision and say no and that would be the end of it. You and Patrick both took risks, but the same risks that you made and ended in tragedy, some other idiots are doing right now and coming out the other end just fine. You couldn't have known. You're still a good friend...you were just scared-"
Caspian locked his lips against my own and got back on the bed, lying me down. His tongue pushed past my lips, and we wrestled for a while before he pulled back.
"God...I fucking needed that."
"Cas wait!," I said between kisses, "I'm not in the mood."
"My dick is so hard though..."
"And you just told me something very intense! I forgive you, but I also need some time to think," I glared at him, "I want you to go home tomorrow morning, okay?"
"Okay..." Caspian frowned, but it was then that his body towered over mines. He rested his hands above my bedrest and looked at me wide-eyed, panting.
"Cas, what the hell are you doing? I said leave me alone!"
"I'm not doing anything!"
"Yes, you are. Look at you!"
Caspian looked down at his form, "I-It's not me..."
"Shut up!" I barked, "Get off of me!"
He wouldn't do as I said, he was getting closer. Caspian used his left hand to take ahold of his still hardened shaft and lined it up with my entrance. He pushed inside.
"CAS!" I cried, "I told you...not to!"
"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!"
His right hand grabbed my throat and his left joined it, squeezing at it so hard I couldn't even look downward. I was forced to focus all my attention on the ceiling. Caspian thrusted deep in my pussy, going so much harder than before that our cum was heard sloshing all up in my pussy. I tried to pry him off my neck, but that familiar force pinned them down again.
"Sara, I don't wanna cum!" Caspian started hyperventilating, "But your pussy is sinking me in..." His cock felt engorged inside of me. He was normally about the same size as Patrick was, but this time his cock had gotten bigger- it couldn't have been no less than 13. My pelvis felt like it was tearing apart.
I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, unable to reply to him. Not having any ability to comfort him as he was experiencing Patrick's wrath. His hold was getting tighter and tighter, I was so afraid that any more force and he would snap my neck...
But he snapped first.
When Caspian's screams filtered the air, in my heart I knew...I just knew that Patrick had killed him. Those weren't screams of pleasure, but of death. That terrible realization that these are the last moments of your life and there's no way to stop it. Seeing your face collide with the pavement or a bullet aimed for your head, but Caspian's final sight would be of my possessed body sucking the life out of his own. His hands went limp, and I could finally swallow some air to breathe. Caspian was still inside of me, and his dick had reverted to normal.
"Cas? Are you okay?" I didn't think he was okay at all, but I had to make sure. He lifted his head up and looked down at me, but his eyes were...different. The piercing blues I sought comfort in earlier were switched to neon red. They glowed in the darkness with malicious intent. He grabbed my thighs and thrusted in me once more.
"Does this feel like Caspian?" the man snarled in a voice that was deeper than the pits of Hell, somehow echoing in my room, "Does my cock bring little satisfaction to you?" The Caspian I knew was dead, and I also realized that my body had free will again. I could move how I wanted to. There was no darkness from within. No, that darkness I felt was now looming over me.
"...Patrick?" If this was not Caspian, then it had to be Patrick. My boyfriend had been haunting me since his death, and now he possessed Caspian's body so we could be together. But the man chuckled, showing a set of sharp fangs inside Caspian's mouth.
"Patrick Sexton died. It is I who remains. The one which you seek, and the one who makes you cum..."
"That can't be; I heard his voice! He talked to me on the board!"
A long, slithering tongue appeared between his fangs and licked up from my navel to my jawline, "But couldn't a demon have the ability to lie? Do you deny one's power to disguise and manipulate?"
"Hng!" I turned my face away from the tongue, "This isn't real...It can't be real!"
"Your love for Patrick was a love for me. Your true lover from within," the monster split its tongue into two as it continued speaking, "Your grief thrills my senses. I've never had something so delicious..." His tongues were trailing down to my nipples that were still perked. He made it harder by wrapping them with his rough appendages and pulling them far from my breasts. Caspian's skin was turning black, as was his long hair, his eyeballs, his penis...The true form of this monster was being unleashed.
"Now that I have a vessel, we are going to have so much fun together..."
"No...I beg you. Stop!" I started crying, this beast was terrifying to look at, but he's been inside me more than anyone else has in my life. He knew all my sweet spots, the ways that make me tick and tugging on my nipples was the fastest way to get me to orgasm.
"Fuck you...fuck you..." I weeped, feeling ashamed from cumming on his cock. The demon roared with excitement and pulled out of my pussy. He completed his transformation by unveiling his dark scales that glowed inside the darkening room. He enhanced Caspian's human penis into a 20-inch thorned cock.
"Ah!" I yelped, being flipped over on my stomach, exposing my ass to this monster who had just levitated me with his mind and moved me around like I was nothing but a human fleshlight.
I see...so this is it. This is where my life has led.
His cock rubbed my cum between my sopping wet lips, "A mortal's cunt is a prize among my realm...I cannot wait to feel its heat in full..."
He poked the head at my tiny entrance and I screamed, already feeling the burning sensation scorch my folds. He hushed me, tracing his talons down my torso, "Don't deny me of this, human...You said forever, did you not?"
When I thought it was Patrick, I did. When I thought I had no choice.
"I'm gonna die!" I sobbed.
"Die?" the demon blinked curiously, "I would never do that to you. No...you're not one I'd throw away just as I've entered this world. That would be such a waste..." A drop of blood came from under my ribs from the sharpness of his nails, "You'll love it, you will see. We will thrive together..." he pushed at my entrance again and managed to sink just a micro-inch in. So hot...so dirty...but my body, however possible, was getting used to it.
I backed up into his length, "Fuck me..." even though I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it.
I really didn't.
He took that as consent and pushed further, expanding my pelvis to a degree no regular human could withstand. He had to have still controlled me, because I could never cum on such a disgusting cock when it's less than halfway in.
"Exciting, isn't it..?" He growled down my neck. No more were the icy touches; every feeling was one of pure Hell. "I'll make you scream forever..." My body took him in willingly as it thrusted itself against him with a vicious hunger that would never be tamed. Somehow, my body could withstand 19 of his 20 inches. That was impossible; but it happened anyway, is this how it works when you're incredibly aroused? It was like being ripped from the inside, and I was scared through it all.
Despite my loud moans for the demon's brutal fucking, I was still so scared. Not because I could die, but rather what would become of me if I lived.
"Sara...I love you."