Silent.
He hadn’t placed me yet.
Not this spectral version of me, anyway. But the dream echo version of me? Absolutely.
There I was. My past self was already on the bed. Face down, ass up. Waiting. Just how Mark ordered.
Mark didn’t question it. He just undressed. Shirt off. Belt undone. He let out that little grunt he always made when his cock got fully hard, like he was proud of it. Like it was a weapon of ass destruction; a sword to slay his enemies.
He climbed onto the bed and grabbed the echo-me like he always did, like I was just a toy for his pleasure. A thing.
That was how I knew the actual Mark hadn’t changed. So, I took the place of my echo. Dream logic met my spectral-trash-powers, and his mind couldn’t resist me whilst I still gripped onto the head of his dick in the real world. I became the body beneath him.
I needed to take control of this situation, and I knew just how to surprise him. My body twisted around, and I grabbed his wrists. I flipped the dream-us and rolled him onto his back, and the Mark outside of the dream caused the dream him to also react by gasping.
“Eds?” He wheezed like the wind was taken out of him. I’m not quite sure how I managed to flip him and still keep his erect cock inside of my hole, but somehow, it stayed put. In fact, Mark got even harder.
I know it was a dream, but it was so tempting to keep this going. To ride him until his hot cum shot through me. My legs straddled his thighs, and I could feel his thundering heartbeat throb through his cock and flex my hole open further.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his breath laboured.
“Getting what I came for.” I grinned wide, and his eyes lit up.
There was no harm in indulging him a little, right?
It’s been so long since I felt any form of connection. I would be denying myself this if I finished too soon. It was just like old times, at least the better part. He and I were connected on a lustful level.
He thrust his hips up, and I felt every inch of his dick slide through me. I let out a groan, and it only made him hornier and more powerful. He held my hips in place as he continued.
I grinned down at him as he thrust. “You want this hole, don’t you?”
He nodded his head, and his cock was pressing against my ghost form like it was begging to be forgiven. Like each thrust was a reminder of the man he used to be before.
My eyes flashed open, and I pressed my palm to his chest to lean forward to his ears. His hands were gripping my waist, grabbing my ass and pulling me in closer. I whispered slowly.
“You left me to rot. So now you’ll rot in me!”
His eyes went wide, but he couldn’t stop thrusting into me.He was getting off over this!
He gave one last almighty thrust, and then he moaned. Loud. Ragged. I could hear his outside voice coming through. Aname caught in his throat like a globule of mucus that couldn’t be coughed up.
And then he came.
Violent.
Convulsing and ruined.
I had claimed him. Made him, this moment,mine.
The surrounding dream shifted, and it was shattered around me. Mark was waking. I let it happen and shifted back into reality.
Chapter 14–Resurfaced
When I phased out of Mark’s body, he was in a daze. I glided to the corner of the room, hiding behind his dresser, and watched him. He was lying there, his chest covered in his cum, confused about what had just happened. His arms were at his sides as his chest quickly rose and heavily sank.
“What the fuck!” He said, looking down at himself, finally realising the mess he’s in. A thick serum of cum was embedded in the fur of his chest and stomach.
He rolled over to his bedside table, grabbed a handful of tissues, and dabbed himself clean.
