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“I’m here, baby.” She’s so tiny beneath me, but she smiles, biting her lower lip. “You all good?” I ask.
“Good,”she replies breathlessly. “So good. This is wonderful. This is everything I imagine whenever you dance for me.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmmmm.” Humour dances in her eyes. “I think you should start moving, darling.”
“Hey, I know what I’m doing,” I laugh defensively. “You just wait.”
The truth is that she feels too good around my cock. I pull back and thrust in, falling into a rhythm that leaves her moaning a continuous stream of curses and has me on the verge of blowing my load far sooner than I want to. I keep waiting for her to wince in pain — not that I want her to, not that I would ever hurt her intentionally, it’s just that orc dick is a lot for a human to take — but she does the opposite, snapping her hips upwards to meet mine, until I’m fucking her far harder than I ever expected I could.
I lean back, adjusting the angle, pulling her feet to my shoulders, and she groans a low “Oh,yes.”
“You feel so fucking good,” I grunt between grit teeth, picking up the pace again. “Fuck!”
“So do you!” she keens, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her. I love the way her tits bounce with every thrust, love the small sounds she makes, love the feel of this tight pussy squeezing me the way it does.
I want her to come again, on my cock this time.
I pull out, flipping her quickly, pulling her hips up until she’s on hands and knees, her ass looking gorgeously round and the smooth expanse of her back too tempting to ignore. I bend over her, kissing up her back, brushing her hair off her neck and shoulders so I can lean in and kiss her behind her pointed ear. She shudders when I take her earlobe between my teeth, my dick brushing her backside. I grab it, guiding my cock back to her cunt, pushing inside slowly again, listening to her shuddering breath.
“Alright?”
“Yes,” she answers in a whisper. “It’s only that I’ve never… not like this.”
Ah.“You’ve never done it in this position?” She shakes her head in answer as I move slowly, each drag within her making me feel like my balls will explode. “Tell me if you don’t like it, then. I can stop.”
“Ooooh.” I freeze, waiting for her to say it’s too much. “Don’t stop,” she hisses instead. “For god’s sake,don’t stop now.”
Fuck I love her.
I brace my hand on the ground properly, reaching underneath us with the other, finding her clit. She draws in a sharp breath, her legs already beginning to shake, and when I thrust in further her guttural moan is so loud I’m certain they’ll all hear us next door. I don’t care at this stage. Let them hear her scream.
“You gonna come for me?” I ask. Our flesh slaps together, my balls swinging forward with each thrust, and Rose wheezes, leaning on her elbows. I can tell she’s close, her whole body on the brink, and I want nothing more than to empty intoher. “Come for me. I’m gonna fill you up,” I practically growl, chasing my own release.
The sound she makes when she comes is one that will be burned into my brain for all eternity, I’m sure of it. That, along with the feeling of her cunt squeezing my cock, is my own undoing, and I come hard, unloading into her like I promised, filling her up.
Fillingher up.
“Fuck!” I cry, my hips still stuttering against hers, watching the weirdest, hottest, most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve gotten used toseeingmy dick inside her; it’s not weird, you can’t see her organs or anything, butthis is different.My cum fills her,fillsher, endless white ropes pooling inside of her, filling the invisible shape of something I can’t see. Herwomb, I guess.
Definitelyweird, but also hot as fuck.
“Oh,” she moans, and I can tell she’s watching too, her head tucked down, her cunt still fluttering around mine. “Zak!”
“Yeah, I’m watching.” I’m spent, and she’sdefinitelyfull. She glances over her shoulder at me, and our eyes meet. So much of what exists between us feels entirely normal and natural. From the beginning weclicked, understanding each other in a way that has me convinced that she’s my soulmate. Spending time with Rose is effortless, so much so that I find myself occasionally forgetting the predicament that she’s in.
And then we have moments like this, where we share a look and both know that this situation is so far from normal that it shouldn’t even be possible. I know it bothers her as much as it bothers me, more so maybe because she’s the one experiencing it.
“Are you okay?” I ask her quietly, my hand rubbing gentle circles on her hip. She nods, and I pull out, watching the trail of fluids that drains from her body and pools on the blanket between her legs. It’s still all me, no scent of her present at all, and the worry that exists in all the moments where we’renotcaught up in the pleasure of being together creeps back in.
The fact that she and I can touch — that she can interact with more of her environment now — gives me hope that there is something more going on, that she’s not the deceased ghost that we assumed, but so far, every search I’ve tried online has yielded zero relevant results. I’ve triedghost elves,haunted houses,the undead,glowing green women, and a ton of other combinations. I tried visiting a local witch — a small rabbit woman who runs her business out of a little shop just ten minutes away from here — and she looked at me like I’d grown two heads, like I was crazy.
“I don’t think I can help you,”she’d told me nervously, remaining behind her counter, eying me up and down, and I’d left quickly. I’d felt like a bull in a china shop anyway — the whole place had been designed for human clientele, and all the tiny aisles stocked with glass jars were far too cramped together for my big shoulders. To be honest, I don’t know how legit that witch really was. Sure, she wasn’t human herself, but you’d think she’d have at least a vague interest in hearing the words ‘ghost woman.’
“Will you hold me?”
Rose’s quiet request draws me out of my thoughts, and I open my arms automatically. “Yes, of course.” She climbs into my lap and I lay us both down, tucking my body around hers, spooning her small frame, though I keep my head raised so I can stare ather. She is so stunning, so ethereal, and it’s not the green glow. It’s justher.
