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EXTRA Halloween special: Fated one (part 2)
🕑 Added 2024-11-11 15:30:01 +0000 UTCA/N: Tracy requested a part 2 of this and I’m also very self-indulgent with myself, so I wrote a this. Enjoy!
Ghost x fem!reader || overstimulation, breeding, cum-play, oral sex, teasing, groping
When you arrived home, your pussy was still trembling from your earlier fucking. You were confused and not sure it even happened. You didn’t know anything at all, but back home, with your panties down your thighs and your pussy still wet with your juices and the remains of ghostly-cum, you could only smile. A mate. You had a soul-bond with a ghost… Fuck, when did your life become so weird?
You got ready for bed between thoughts, your brain going faster than normal as you went through your night routine. For some reason, even if it felt kind of gross, you couldn’t get yourself to clean his essence off you. It would feel like a dream without a reminder that it was real. So when you were finally ready for bed, your pussy was still tingly and his seed was still messy between your thighs. But even then, you fell asleep with a smile on your lips and anticipation building inside your tummy.
And that anticipation was answered when a couple hours later, when the moon was still high and your room was still dark, when the night was at its darkest point and your brain was halfway sleep, halfway awake... something touched your face softly. It felt like a caress, and you couldn’t open your eyes to see what it was. His hands felt a bit more than ghostly at that point, like an air caress, like the breeze hitting your body when you were in a high place… And it was intoxicating.
“I told you we’ll see each other again, sweetheart,” his soft deep voice whispered against your ear. He came back for you.
You opened your eyes a fraction, and his translucent smile greeted you. “Are you really here?” You whispered back, not wanting to disturb the peace of the night.
“Our mating linked me to the living, to you. Now I can appear anytime I want, thanks to you and your power.” His explanation made no sense to you, but you were more than glad that he was there, that he was touching you… that he was real and not some kind of weird hallucination you had in the graveyard.
“I have that much power?” Your confusion clear as day.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how powerful you are,” he kissed you then, his ghostly tongue dancing around yours as his hand found your naked body.
He groped and caressed, touched and worshiped, every inch of your pliant body. You were languid with sleep, but his soft touches were increasingly demanding and your heart was increasingly faster. Ecstasy was rapidly washing over your body and his touches were intoxicating your already fuzzy brain.
“Please,” you begged between kisses and grabby hands.
His voice was reverent when he responded. “Whatever my mate demands...”
You were glad you went to sleep naked, because in two seconds his body was against yours and his dick was opening you up slowly. He felt even better than before, the intimacy so much greater, the moment so precious you could feel your soul connected to his.
He started slow and patient, building your first orgasm in measured thrusts and whispered non-sense. And you ate it up, you groaned and moaned, your mouth biting down on his neck as your hands caressed his translucent figure. You could see your hands in the back of his head, his eyes glowing and your brain confused. But he kept going.
The first orgasm was like a tidal wave, washing over you with such force you screamed his name and probably woke your neighbor. You didn’t care. He didn’t stop building a faster rhythm, making you see starts in the depths of his eyes.
His pace increased, and so did your pleasure.
He fucked into you like a madman, his pace frantic and his thrusts hitting every single pleasure point you had. It was like he knew your body better than yourself and you couldn’t even comprehend how fantastic he was at sex. You never had that amount of orgasms with anyone before. Maybe he was a sex wizard before he died. You were about to answer him when another orgasm washed over your tired body. His own orgasm following right after.
He pulled back after coming, but he wasn’t too far away, his tongue finding your center and eating his leaking cum directly out of you. It was nasty in the best way possible, and you rapidly came against his tongue one more time. He pushed his body over yours again, kissing you deeply, sharing some of your combined taste and making you moan like a whore around his tongue.
He pushed his already hard dick back inside of you, your back arched in pleasure as you moaned his name.
And that’s how it went. Over and over he fucked you, bred you and then proceeded to eat his cum out of your oversensitive pussy. You didn’t know how many times he did it, but each time you came your body became more and more tender, more and more sensitive. It was exhilarating and too much, but at the same time, you couldn’t get enough.
“It’s too much,” you begged, but he only kissed your complains away, his hand finding your clit and helping you through another orgasm. It was the fifth? Sixth? You lost count a while back, his incessant pounding into you, driving you insane.
“Give me one more, sweetheart, let me hear you scream my name again,” he accelerated his pace, hitting your G-spot in the best possible way and turning your brain into mush as he did so. Your groans came faster and faster, each hit of his hips against yours driving you higher and higher, the pleasure so high you could almost taste it on your lips.
You screamed his name when you came, and he groaned in unison, his own orgasm taking over his body as he fucked another load of spectro-cum inside of you. He pulled back and lowered his body to look at your leaking pussy, his smile so big it was almost creepy, but you didn’t care. You were so tired after so many orgasms your eyes were already closing.
“Will you leave?” You asked in the middle of a yawn, your body languid and sated after the last round of orgasms.
“Never,” the vehemence in his voice made you smile.
And just like that… you had a ghost boyfriend. He appeared everywhere and made jokes, making you giggle and looking like a mad-woman. Nobody but you could see him, and he made sure to exploit that knowledge to his best capacity. In spicy and non-spicy ways.
