Page 11 of Edged By the Apparition
“I can’t take it! Please, Blaise, let me come.”
That low laugh, that manifestation of evil delight that made me feel so safe, filled the entire house.
“You’ll come when you come, sweet thing.”
As he said the words, his dick shifted again, and the tip expanded, growing an oversized mushroom head that stuck out prominently from the shaft. Then he proceeded to slowly, excruciatingly, drag that head across my prostate over and over again.
“Holy fuck, Blaise!” I thrashed about like a fish on a hook, my body’s reactions now beyond my control.
“That’s what I’m trying to achieve.”
The telltale tingling and tightening brewed in my balls, but it wasn’t enough, not yet. I was close, but without any sort of friction on my cock, I couldn’t push myself over the edge. I growled in frustration, using the little physical leeway I had to take him deeper inside of me.
“Oh, aren’t you a horny little slut! So desperate. At my mercy. Do you want to come so badly?”
“Yes!” I shouted, my voice a hoarse trumpet. “Please!”
Once more, laughter sounded around me, louder this time, and my cock jumped, so painfully hard.
“No one can give you what I can give you, baby. You’re mine. Enjoy the benefits.”
Then his dick expandedagain. He never let up in speed, plowing me even as his member grew wider and longer than any human cock had any right to be.
I was screaming in pleasure and desperation now, unable to control myself, even as my insides stretched beyond what I thought possible. As he went deeper still. Again and again, the giant spirit-cock drove into me, its ridges dragging against my channel, its head activating my prostate.
And then we spun.
Not stopping his railing of me for a moment, he turned me repeatedly. First, I saw the floor, then the ceiling, then the floor once more. We spun and my orgasm hurtled like a comet, threatening to burst forth at any moment.
“Blaise!”
“Come for me, baby. I want to see you.”
With his words, he thrust deep in me, and the head of his enormous cock expanded even further. It was the size of a softball now, sitting right at the edge of pleasure and pain. I was done for.
I came. I had no voice left to scream, my mouth agape in a silent shout as my cum erupted from me. If possible, it was even more intense than the last time.
Plus, we werespinning. My release sprayed around the room as I came, arcing in a wide circle as my body revolved. I was shaking, and Blaise was still inside me, still?—
He was coming? Was that possible?
Whether or not it was possible, he was filling me with warm liquid. So much cum. More than he’d ever produced while he was alive.
“Fuck!”Blaise’s voice was like a cannon blast filling the room, and in a flash, he was there.
He wasthere.My cock spewed forth even more cum as his face appeared, scrunched and in the throes of his own orgasm. His body was just as it had been in life, if slightly transparent.
The spinning slowed, and he lowered me to the floor. My wrists and ankles were loose now, but he was still inside me, and his arms cradled me even as he buried his cock to the hilt.
He appeared human, although there was nothing human about the fact that he wasstillfilling me with cum. My stomach swelled with it, although the torrent seemed to be subsiding.
“I…did you come? I didn’t know ghosts could come.” I stared up at him as he opened his eyes. The fact that I could still see his face filled me with a deep sense of gratitude.
“I didn’t either.”He stared deep into my eyes, the love radiating from his wide smile.
“I can see you,” I whispered, afraid that if I said it too loudly, it wouldn’t be true.
He nodded.“It isn’t permanent. I will fade eventually. But it’s Halloween, which helps, I think. And I think the orgasm helps as well. It filled me with a sort of humming power. The, um, harder I come, the longer I think the effects will be.”
