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erotic, he probably would have been scared shitless, but the thought didn’t even enter his mind; Keenan knew he was too far-gone by then.
    Bringing a breast to his mouth, she ran a swollen nipple against his lips until it pushed them open. Keenan didn’t hesitate. He pulled the long bud into his mouth and sucked it forcefully, biting it from time to time, and running his tongue over the rough skin. The sensation of that warm flesh in his mouth sent shivers down both arms. He ached to touch her, but his arms were lead weights at his sides.
    She pulled the nipple from his teeth and settled her knees on either side of his hips. Lifting up on her haunches, she forced his cock to lay flat against his stomach then slid the soft petals of her pussy along it all the way to his balls, saturating them with moisture. Keenan wasn’t certain, but he could have sworn her pussy lips were squeezing them. She moved up to the head of his cock and slowly widened them with his shaft. She was soaking wet.
    Careful not to take him inside her, she rubbed the soft folds of hot flesh up and down, slowly, back and forth, all the while squeezing her nipples and wrapping that long tongue around them one at a time.
    A soft distant moan sounded everywhere at once inside Keenan’s bedroom, as if the room itself sighed in pleasure. In a split second, he saw her eyes; they were black opals shining in the dark, but they clouded over immediately.
    Finally, the creature slid all the way forward until Keenan’s cock stood straight up. She lifted herself onto her knees and allowed the bloated muscle to linger for a few moments against the tiny bud of her ass then the dripping wet creases of her pussy.
    Without stopping, she thrust her hips down on his cock burying it deep inside her body.
    She was so tight when he slid into her. His muscles pulsed, sending tremors to his hands and feet. The feeling was unbearable, and Keenan thought he would pass out soon if he didn’t cum. But he couldn’t. The agonizing pleasure forced air out of his lungs and fireflies spiraled in front of his eyes. Keenan had to concentrate to take a breath.
    The creature placed her hands on either side of his head and crushed his mouth with hers, softly biting, running her tongue against his teeth, and sucking his lips into her mouth. Moving her hips and rubbing her clit firmly against his pelvic bone, she impaled herself on his cock over and over again until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
    The climax exploded so intensely he lost all sense of time and place. He could hear screams far away. It took him a moment to realize they were his.
    He came a long, long time, somewhere between eternity and no time at all. The woman’s pussy gripped his cock like pulsating iron until she sucked every last seed from his body, leaving him dry.
    When everything was empty, Keenan passed out.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
Imbibing Spirits
     
    Keenan’s eyes fluttered open expecting to be in his bed. Instead, he had his face buried in the porcelain altar, throwing up his guts, listening to Reggie cooing encouragements.
    “There you go, old bugger. Get all of it out. That’s the lad.”
    Coughing until he thought his lungs would come up, Keenan tried to figure out what had just happened. All he could focus on was the splattered white inside of his toilet, his splitting head, and a persistent ringing in his ears. The sexual encounter was very fuzzy.
    “What the fuck?” His voice was sandpaper against his throat.
    He pulled his head out of the toilet and drew as much air into his lungs as they would take. Sitting on his haunches, he held his stomach and rocked, giving Reggie the dirtiest look he could muster. The shining specter smiled down at him, floating nonchalantly by the sink. Everything else was black. A random thought scampered through Keenan’s addled brain. I wish I glowed in the dark.
    “Are you better, my friend?”
    “What the fuck?” Keenan repeated more forcefully and lurched