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"Yes," they replied, a determined look in their eyes. "I can't keep holding you here. It's not right."
I felt a mix of gratitude and sorrow. Rowan was willing to let me go, to do what was best for me, even though it hurt them. It was an act of selfless love, and it broke my heart.
We went back to their apartment, me invisible so as not to alarm their roommates. The familiar space felt different now, tinged with a sense of impending goodbye.
Rowan opened the book, their fingers tracing the ancient text. I possessed them, needing to be a part of this final journey, to read along, to understand what was to come.
The book was a tome of rituals and spells, each one more complex and daunting than the last. But as Rowan read, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. This was the right thing to do. It was time for me to move on, to find whatever awaited me beyond this spectral existence.
As we delved deeper into the book, I could feel Rowan's resolve strengthen. They were doing this for me, out of love and compassion. And in that moment, I knew that what we had shared was real, profound, and would stay with me, whatever my next journey would be.
A sudden surge of defiance rose within me. I couldn't leave without leaving a part of me behind, a tangible memory for Rowan to hold onto. In a swift motion, I stood up in Rowan's body, my decision firm.
"If I have to go, I'm leaving you with something to remember me by," I declared through Rowan's voice, the words tinged with a mix of sadness and determination.
Gently, I laid Rowan down on the bed, their body now under my control. I wanted to give them one last moment of closeness, a memory that was as real as our surreal situation allowed.
With Rowan's own hands, I began to touch them, tracing lines and curves with a tenderness born from a deep and desperate affection. Each caress was a word unsaid, a feeling unexpressed. I wanted to pour every ounce of my emotion into this final act, to leave a part of me embedded in their memory.
Then, tentatively at first, I began to explore further. I ran my fingers over their chest, their stomach, between their legs, ever so slowly.
I placed my hand over Rowan's mouth. "Quiet. We don't want to wake your roommates."
Rowan nodded as I stroked their cock, feeling it drip with desire. Their hands, the hands I had full control of, teased the entire shaft, the tip, every inch, even dipping inside.
But I wanted more.
Finding one of Rowan's dildos, I decided to use it to simulate the feeling of me being inside them, a bittersweet substitute for what we could never truly have. The sensation was surreal, feeling through Rowan's body, experiencing the intimacy as both the giver and receiver.
Rowan gasped and moaned under my touch, their body responding to every move I made. I could feel their pleasure, their desire, as if it were my own.
They sank deeper onto the toy, letting it fill them. It was a perfect fit.
Their cock began to swell, and I could tell they were getting closer. A part of me ached to join them, but I held back, unwilling to break the spell.
Finally, I began to work the head of the dildo into them, steadily pumping until it popped past their tight ring. As the base hit their ass, Rowan groaned loudly. They clutched the sheets, as if they were holding onto dear life. The sound of their passion filled the room.
God, it felt amazing, being filled like this.
We moved in their body as one being, literally, as I roughly stroked the cock we shared in that moment, Rowan's cock that I could feel through the possession.
"Daddy..." they whimpered
Then, as their orgasm peaked, I followed suit, and we shot our thick ropes of pleasure onto the bed.
I felt Rowan shudder and cry out, their body wracked with the intensity of the experience. And in that moment, I felt a sense of completion, a sense of having given a part of myself that would remain with them forever.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I withdrew from Rowan's body, leaving them lying there, a mix of satisfaction and sadness on their face. I hovered nearby, my ghostly form a stark contrast to the warmth and life that still pulsed in Rowan's body.
"I hope you'll remember me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"I will. Always," Rowan replied, their voice thick with emotion.
Chapter Twelve - Rowan
Lying there in the aftermath of what Rayze and I shared, a deep sense of loss and longing washed over me. The thought of performing the ritual to set him free was unbearable, yet necessary. I picked up the ancient tome again, my resolve shaking, when a note scribbled in the margins caught my eye.
Curious, I leaned in closer. It was a passage about someone who had been unjustly murdered being given back their mortal life until they were truly ready to depart. A flicker of hope sparked inside me.
