I want to co-ordinate a little collaboration project, something purely for fun, to goof off with my friends and perhaps make some new ones! This is open to movie-juice, musical-juice, and cartoon-juice!
The plan:
Based on the number of artists who would like to participate, I will draw a chaotic grouping of vaguely shaped Beetlejuice "clones" posed together
Participants who have a preference can claim a pose, those who don't care will be assigned a pose randomly
Participants will then all receive the same base sketch, and draw their Beetlejuice in their style ontop of their pose at their leisure.
Send your finished juice back to me as a .PNG, and I will comp them all together!
Initial test below:
Note these are not the final poses, because I don't have a headcount-I just wanted to started playing around with the idea and provide an example!
All of that said, if you are interested in participating let me know by commenting on this post or sending me a DM by July 2nd, 2021. Artists must be 18+ to participate!
Also, please note I don't plan on setting a deadline for drawing and submitting your juices. I don't think that will be necessary. Like I said this is just for fun~ This deadline is for me so I can put a cap on the headcount and finalize the poses on the weekend. After that feel free to take your time. 🌟
Everyone departs, in various ways. Some go away further than others (and may have further adventures . . . wink)
Thank you to everyone who took a chance reading this very self-indulgent rp scenario. Thanks especially to @pinkbeej for being such a fun amazing partner, and more importantly, a fun amazing human being.
Beej and his clone locked eyes as Eve explained the circumstance. Initially there was hesitation on his part for losing a piece of himself permanently, a sort of damage he had never sustained before; on her part, for losing her home, her lover . . . the two of them felt so certain that the curse would bring her back into him the moment he was put away. If that wasn't the case, though . . .
"It'll be fine. I think she's shown she's got enough drive to be . . . the me I could never quite be," he said softly, giving a nervous grin to the manifestation of his self-hatred and femininity. She was made from powerful feelings, and had much more potential than he'd previously thought.
Pink swallowed thickly and nodded, biting at her lips as tears lined her lower lid. Beej floated closer to her so that she'd have no cause to release Carmen's hand or leave Kadus' grasp. Two additional arms sprouted from her, reaching for him as he leaned in to embrace her. The hair of both forms gleamed brightly, and when he pulled back he looked surprised for a moment, until understanding and a wider smile set in.
"Go. If you end up staying . . . you'll be all right."
He backed up a step as Pink scooped Carmen up into arms that stretched to comfortably hold her even with her distended stomach.
"I'll see you at home, sugar." she murmured, kissing her cheek and neck. "Or I'll find a way to come see you again."
She turned timidly to Kadus and blushed. "You . . . you sure you don't mind me coming along?"
⁂
Jessie perked her brow a little, but noted that it didn't seem like Eve would help them find out more about Andy . . . now that she was familiar with his face, she supposed that didn't matter much. Perhaps she'd talk some sense into him, but . . . well, there was always her way of dealing with things to fall back on. She shook off the initial irritation at having no further leads into finding the asshole and turned her focus back to the brownie and Ollie.
"What do you think honey? He's been helpful and sweet. If he would like to, would you mind us offering to bring him home?" she asked. It relieved her to think that there would be another being to keep Ollie company if she wanted some alone time with BJ. She had to admit, the furry little thing was so ugly it was cute.
"Does that interest you?" Her last question was asked directly to the brownie.
She mindfully continued to touch BJ through the questioning, allowing a steady stream of her thoughts to pass to him in flashes. The man being gutted if he appeared again-- Ollie and the brownie being occupied together while she took his hand and pulled him to Harold's porch--a little burst of excitement and pleasure at the recollection of the taste and effect of the jelly cakes.
With a pink tint to her cheeks, she allowed her mind to wander down other avenues as well. His thumb in her mouth--hands held above her head--the sharp, repetitive slap of hard thrusts--her pinned and bent beneath him, thighs nearly at her sides with his tongue in her mouth . . .
She looked a little dazed as the fantasy ran away with her and she stopped herself before she could go so far as to tease him with the orgasm he wasn't yet allowed to have. Gods, she hoped it'd make him ravenous. She felt delightfully attractive and sensual, reveling in the pleasure she'd been able to share that night. She ached in her womb with the desire to be claimed by him, to give back every piece of her she'd shared for his pleasure.
The flow of thought and emotion shut down as she found herself spurred even further into her needy daydreams by the realization that he had access to her little mental spiral. She tried hard to focus instead on the responses to her questions.
⁂
Watching her lover and his clone quietly make the decision for her to go, Carmen chewed on the inside of her lip. She wanted him whole but wanted him happy, and she was only just beginning to understand which fractured parts of his souls each clone manifested. It seemed like this decision was edging more towards the happy side of his equation. She enjoyed getting to know this clone, but if it was best for Beej, she supported it.
What worried her most is not calling his name. He’d been out all night, and despite not using much of his energy he did use some, and she had no idea how much he actually had, or if he was leaving a trail that was going to lead his monster of a mother back to them. She hated that keeping him safe meant keeping him cocooned away from the world.
Still, she accepted the the final decision and burst into a surprised little laugh as his female clone pulled her against her, even as tears wet her face.
“Have fun,” she whispered into her ear, “be careful.”
She took a deep breath, locking the light floral scent from the delicate flowers into her memory. She pulled back a little and brushed her pink hair back just to keep the contact for a moment more, then kissed her gently on the mouth.
“I can’t wait to hear about everything,” Carmen told her, then let her go.
Once Pink was released, Kadus gathered her up. “Yes, ροζ θεά μου. I wouldn’t have invited you otherwise. What the witch says is true, however. I don’t know the way back that isn’t ordained by set laws between the worlds.”
“The door, centaur,” a low voice near the dying bonfire called.
Carmen and Beej looked over Kadus’s haunches to the minotaur who’d spoken. At some point he’d put on his thin loincloth again, and in the brightening dawn, Carmen saw the true color of his horns under the gilding: verigated white and black. In respect to the somberness of the moment she had to bite her tongue and not giggle; she must be automatically drawn to black and white now.
She could feel Beej’s fingers tightening on her and his quizzical glance at her as she shook slightly in the effort not to laugh, and knew she’d have to tell him why sooner or later.
“I’ll take care of her,” Kadus assured Beej and Carmen. It was easy to see they were torn between letting her go, worry, and fear. It pleased him, however, that his offer was accepted; he hadn’t lied when telling Pink he wanted to show her his homeland.
With a final nod to the two of them, he led Pink away towards the faint shimmer passed the bonfire. A satyr slipped through, and a few fauns lingered as if to see if Eve was going to follow. She didn’t. They skipped into the doorway, visible one second and not the next, and then the minotaur lowered his head to step through as well. When it was Kadus’s turn, Carmen lifted her hand to wave and then wiped away more tears that fell.
⁂
Jessie had asked him a question, but before he could answer dirty fantasies flooded his mind’s eye. As much sex as she’d had over the past night she was still horny and it showed; it should be embarrassing to get a hard-on with a breather who was a essentially a stranger standing right in front of him, but after this orgy he supposed it didn’t matter.
BJ reached up to cup Jessie in what he hoped looked to be a protective way, although it was mostly to keep his hand off his cock for the moment. He did manage to muzzle a moan at the images she fed him too, and briefly he wondered if she was going to be sore, when they could find some time for themselves, and--oh shit, when did she need to feed again?
They really did need to go.
It was in the back of his mind that he had no real reason to refuse to let another fey take up residence in his place, and Jessie was already asking the little creature its opinion. It was answering positively without his blessing anyway. The witch’s pointed directive at least gave him a chance to turn and move to pick up his suit.
“Leaving the clearing is exiting,” she called after him, making him pause.
Should he say something to anyone else? The specter who seemed so similar to him but different in fundamental ways hadn’t yet turned back to them. He had no idea if he’d ever see him and his scarred lover again, so it would probably be polite--
“We’re going,” BJ called in their general direction. When the two of them turned, he lifted a hand. “Thanks for . . .”
Stupid, but he didn’t know how to end that sentence. A one time blow job and fuck fueled by fairy magic didn’t mean anything, but being approached and accepted did. In the end, paralyzed by indecision, he simply nodded to them, made sure everyone he carried had a handhold on him to not be dislodged, and stepped into the treeline.
His suit reclothed him with a thought, like a second skin, and despite Ollie’s earlier declaration he’d have to find his own way home, the leprechaun twittered in his ear a route.
Arriving with two housemate but leaving with three, BJ shook his head and glanced back for a final look at the clearing.
As Pink returned Carmen's kiss with a sweet smile in her eyes, Beej watched the exchange with mixed feelings. There was still the large amount of certainty that his clone would be pulled back into him by the curse, but the tears on his lover's face made him almost regret the decision to let a piece of himself travel to another world. The potential for what they could learn from it, though . . .
As Pink floated alongside Kadus, having waved to Carmen, Beej and even smiling in farewell toward Eve and the specter who had indulged with them all earlier . . . it dawned on her that perhaps it was his interaction that gave her the courage to try to branch out and caused her to make Kadus' acquaintance.
She hugged close to him, eyeing the door between their worlds with excitement, wonder and curiosity. Her arms tightened around his arm as she watched the other beings vanish in passing through. As Kadus prepared to pass through, she turned and saw Carmen waving to her. With a brilliant smile, she raised her arm and waved back, though her wave was bouncy, happy and enthusiastic.
Before she could change her mind, she turned and met Kadus' eyes with a warm smile and nodded, floating alongside him as he stepped through.
Beej turned to Carmen and gathered her to him, wiping the tears from her cheeks and bending to kiss her lips softly. Multiple hands fussed over her, drying her tears and brushing back her hair from her forehead, stroking her back and cupping her ass to pull her in.
"'S alright babes, I'm right here." he murmured softly, hoping to comfort her.
He nudged her forehead with her own, kissing her cheeks and the tip of her nose sweetly. The call of BJ's voice snagged his attention, and even as he held her close he turned to listen to the other ghost.
The half-finished sentence made him smile, the guy did seem like the type to not know what to say after a positive experience with strangers . . . and truth be told, he could remember the time when he wouldn't have had words either.
"Thank you!" he called back with a grin, "'N remember, it's all right ta be happy."
One of his many hands held up BJ's card, displaying that he'd held onto it purposefully, not wanting to lose the memento of this strange other.
Jessie listened to the exchange with a grin, cocking her head a little as Beej held up a somewhat familiar looking card. It'd been ages since she'd seen any of those, back before they'd replaced the bed! She didn't have much to say, but she raised her tiny arm and waved at Beej and Carmen and Eve as BJ stepped away, clothing himself and taking his leave with her and both tiny fey clinging to him securely. As they vanished from view, Beej looked back down to Carmen with a smile.
"How're ya feelin' babes?" he asked, brushing her hair behind her ear again. "'m surprised yer still standing."
His lighthearted tease was followed up by a soft kiss to her lips.
Carmen watched as Beej’s clone floated to the doorway on the arm of the centaur, excitement plastering a wide smile on her face. It occurred to her, in a rush of panic, that she was nude, but just before she could call out after her to put on some clothes, Beej was holding her and kissing her, and the other specter’s voice was telling them he was leaving.
She turned just her head in response to the call, and by the time she looked back to the doorway between planes, Beej’s clone was gone.
She held onto Beej a little tighter then, even as she managed a good bye to the ghost almost at the tree line. His striped suit reappeared on him and although she should have been able to see him for a longer period in the trees, after only a step or two he was gone from sight as well.
Her throat hurt, and she took in a shaky breath.
Beej still cuddled her, soothing her; it occurred to Carmen she should be doing that for him, not the other way round. Still, his query made her laugh a little. Luckily Eve had given them a little privacy, returning to the side of a few other witches tamping out the remaining coals of the fire, so she didn’t feel embarrassed to answer him.
“I’m not sure either,” she admitted, slipping a hand between her legs to cup herself lightly. “I don’t know how well I’ll be able to walk once all the adrenaline wears off.
“Thanks for last night. I’m glad we attended.”
Carmen kissed him and was interrupted with her cousin telling them to get their clothes; it was past time to go. Hand in hand, they crossed the clearing to where they’d entered. Carmen slipped her cotton shift over her head and let Eve and Beej lead her through the forest again.
Kadus' mouth was so close to hers she could taste his breath, and Pink shivered as his cock pumped gush after thick gush of his come. She allowed her belly to swell to accommodate every drop he gave her, filling her distended uterus like a balloon.
She moaned low in her throat at the feeling of him coming inside her, and managed just barely to answer him.
"Yes--fuck, yes I'm coming!" she whimpered, holding his head to hers and kissing him hungrily. Her tongue swirled around his own and she sucked tenderly at his mouth with her own. Her lower half bobbed on his cock, keeping him deep inside her as she did so.
Soft hands stroked his rear and thighs, massaging his balls as well while Pink tensed around him almost impossibly with a tiny cloud of pink flowers bursting from her locks and peppering the ground beneath them.
Kadus returned her kiss as best he could, panting through the last stages of his orgasm. This time he was able to watch her as she let herself go with pleasure, her eyes screwed shut, her lips parted and shiny, the minute changes in expression as she focused on herself for a moment instead of him. The flowers that continued to burst from her made him chuckle, although her cunt milking him made it quickly devolve to another gasp. He’d never seen anything so lovely.
There was a slight tremble in his flanks and limbs and he could feel patches of sweat on him as if he’d just run a race, but he held steady while Pink luxuriated in her climax. She still managed to hold in his come, although he could easily see her belly was distended. Reverently, he massaged her abdomen where he could reach.
In stages, his cock softened and slipped from her. Although the sun wasn’t quite up yet, it was closer than not. People were beginning to say final fare wells, and the clearing was not as crowded as it had been throughout the night. Imps tried to get a last taste of come before they disappeared, but he stamped his hind hooves to keep them off the tip of his leaking cock and away from his lover.
“I hate to say this, but we haven’t much time,” he murmured near her ear.
⁂
The sudden addition of hands at his knees a cool tongue at his balls caused Beej to tremble and whine, though he made no move to pull away. Carmen's cunt was squeezing so tightly around his tip and nudging herself down his length just a bit while the pressure inside her pushed down on him.
It took him a moment to decide to shorten his cock, though the girth remained the same. He adjusted himself so that Carmen could writhe and buck to her heart's content without injuring her inner walls by taking too much.
Shakily, one hand extended from behind him, cupping the back of BJ's head in invitation as he continued to lap at the base of Beej's cock and over Jessie's soaked cunt and ass.
Jessie jolted slightly at the unexpected cool of her lover's tongue, having been so focused on the throbbing clit in her mouth. His praising words only deepened the pleasure she felt once they settled into her brain, the attention to her needy body pushing her so very close to the edge it was all she could do to continue to focus.
The rush of slick and come that seeped around Beej's cock was warm against her skin, and dribbled down over Beej's shaft and sack. She rutted herself against this the fluid-covered cock and arched her back to expose herself more readily to BJ's tongue.
Finally, she released Carmen with a loud moan, resting her forehead beside her clit to continue the transfer of sensations as she came, cunt and ass twitching against BJ's tongue as she held on for dear life to the cock beneath her.
It swelled a bit as Beej lost the battle of holding himself together. His balls raised and his taint twitched as thick come rushed through his cock and into his lover once more. With just enough awareness to realize she was already overfilled, he changed the shape of his shaft, denting the top of it to allow the excess spend to seep out beneath his cock and flow down to drip to the ground below.
Carmen wrested her hands away from their soft restraint and held her stomach. “I c-can’t, I can’t--please, Beej, oh god--”
Although hard pleasure still lit every nerve, the amount of come in her became too much. A deep ache made her sob; luckily, through his own pleasure Beej understood and shifted his cock enough to provide some release. She sobbed quietly again as the pressure lessened. He’d been so accommodating with her aphrodisiac-fueled requests, but she’d reached her body’s limits.
Jessie’s peaking pleasure made him groan even as he refused to take his tongue off her. She’d wanted to take some fairy food home, but BJ couldn’t imagine anything as delicious as her; she was all the treat he needed. His lover rutted against the shaft below her, even as come leaked out of the stretched pussy she’d been so eager to taste. BJ knew she probably reveled in the fact she’d brought both of them to orgasm, and it didn’t surprise him to hear her laugh at the rush of come that flowed partially over her.
What was more difficult was to abid by her request and not let the domino effect take him as well. His balls felt tight and his cock felt impossibly hard. If he’d been alive he knew it’d be deep in color from the restriction. It’d feel so good to just let go, but he knew it’d feel even better with the tight heat of her cunt.
With a groan, BJ gave her one last harsh lap between her legs. Jessie slid a little forward in the slick come but he heard her gasp and giggle, then he straightened back up.
The trio before him lazed in a post-euphoric daze, but he cast a quick glance around. It was clearing out; most of the fey was disappearing with the crowning dawn. There were less witches too, and the ones still there were getting dressed, hugging, and saying good-bye. The minotaur was still by the fire, watching them, and Beej’s clone was wrapped up with a centaur? It almost looked like she’d been bringing him back but got caught up with one last tryst.
The only beings that still seemed numerous were the imps; several still hung around like over-sized moths, waiting for an opportunity to try and get close to spend gentitals again. Others were lapping at the ground in various spots, and squabbling with one another if there was an area saturated with come.
BJ chuckled, watching them. It was a good distraction from his throbbing cock and his pent up release.
⁂
With her eyes fluttering slightly, Pink took a moment to comprehend the words spoken so close to her ear. She leaned her body against his, holding him as she trembled and spasmed around the heavy wombful of come that she held. She willed her body to shorten once more to her typical dimensions, dragging herself along his underside and his front as she resumed her original frame, smaller than his own upper torso.
The amount of his spend that she held bulged her stomach out as though she were in the later stages of pregnancy. Every aspect of her besides was equally changed, the grayish palor of her skin had a deeper tone, the magenta dusting of her cheeks remained and her hair, lush and longer than normal wove into curls as it mingled with the vines and flowers that sprouted and continued to leave pink petals raining around her in sparse quantities.
Pink looked down at herself, pressed slightly away from him by the increased girth of her come-bloated belly, and giggled softly. Her hands moved to the top and bottom of the swell, thinking that the form she’d achieved was… oddly satisfying. She had never had delusions of motherhood--she was incomplete in too many ways and dead as well. She had also never attended a fertility celebration before, or been filled with such a large amount of living seed. It warmed her inside still, the second load cooling slowly within her tepid body.
“It’s true . . . come, I would at the least like you to meet . . . well, I suppose the rest of me,” she answered in a matching tone. Leaning in, she kissed him again briefly as though she couldn’t possibly get enough of his touch. This seemed even more the case as she turned herself to float with him, arm in arm, toward Beej and Carmen and their company.
⁂
The tugging at his limbs with which he held his lover in place so she could more fully enjoy what appeared likely to be the last orgasm of the celebration made Beej almost chuckle. It was difficult to acknowledge how deeply glad he was that she could enjoy herself so fully, especially in front of others and even with strangers when he was throttled by throes of ecstasy that seemed too expansive, too involved and extraneous for him to keep up with them. It felt for all the world like he had a pussy right in that moment, grinding a throbbing, aching clit against something cool and velvety, the pleasure hot and abrupt.
There was also the distinct sensation of the tip of his half-flaccid and now oddly shaped cock still holding the majority of his come inside Carmen, the rushes of fluid that pushed forward into her and forced still more out. He felt the tears dripping from her cheek to his shoulder and halted himself with a groan. It was almost painful, closing off the flow of come that was abnormally copious with the shape he’d taken, but he did so to keep her from being hurt, and he smiled when she seemed to feel the relief he sought to offer. Tipping his head back, he continued to hold her gently but firmly in place as Jessie’s pleasure radiated through them.
Jessie shivered, covered in sticky fluids and still tingling in the aftershocks of bliss. Her lips were drawn into a loopy smile. Finally pulling away from Carmen and turning to look toward BJ, she reined herself in once more and popped over to his shoulder to hug his neck and give him affectionate kisses. She was glad that in her vanishing from Beej’s cock, the warm fluid that had covered her was left behind, though the idea of having spread some onto him as well made her giggle.
“Thank you babe. I promise, I’ll take every single drop as deep in my pussy as you can put it, just as soon as I’m the proper size again. Can’t be much longer now, can it?” she purred into his ear, impressed that he appeared to have kept his word to hold off.
She wouldn’t have blamed him, of course, but it made her warm and achy beyond the dull fatigue of having fucked so very much. The novelty of the night had worn off mostly, and as fueled and excited as she was by all things new and exciting she had found her peak so many times it was impossible not to feel a bit worn.
The sound of hoofprints nearby made her turn her attention toward the clearing, surprised to see a centaur and . . . what appeared to be a female version of the guy whose cock she had just rutted on? She did a double-take between the flower-laden newcomer and the magenta-haired ghost holding Carmen cradled against himself.
As Beej noticed his clone approaching with company, he looked both surprised and delighted, and straightened his positioning to hold the both of them more upright. The multitude of limbs he’d sprouted dwindled, most retreating into his flesh once more save for two sets of arms. Three of them held Carmen securely to his chest and stomach, and he waved with the other a little in greeting.
“Yer--”
“Covered in flowers?” Pink asked, finishing the observation with a giggle.
Beej had been about to say ‘pregnant’, but her break in his thoughts helped him recall that that would be impossible. Still, she’d both approached her playmate of choice and brought him back for introductions! He was oddly proud of his clone--of this usually timid and repressed portion of himself.
“Kadus, this is Beej--he’s the one of whom I am a part,” she explained, turning to glance at her kindly lover. “And this is our lover, Carmen.” She continued fondly, unable to keep herself from looking back over the beautiful body cradled against her original. “And I’d like both of you to meet Kadus. He’s been so lovely, very accepting and kind.”
Here’s commission #1 from @hoodoo12. As I mentioned when I posted that WIP yesterday, I hadn’t tried drawing Will as Beetlejuice yet, but I hope I did him justice.
Also, I’d like to take a hot second to give a sincere thanks to everyone who’s shared that post and to those who’ve commissioned me. I cannot express enough how grateful I am for that. I’m gonna get through all of them, I’m just a little slow, so bear with me — they will get done, I assure you.
I got a lovely smutty commission from the extremely talented @ss-ao3 and I absolutely could not resist the urge to share~. I highly recommend commissioning her for some indulgent goodness in your life~. BJ gets jealous and possessive over his breather and takes her back home to claim her. TW: Daddy kink, rough fucking, degradation & anal.
Jesse counted through the bills in her hand once more, trying to work out what she could afford to buy. Currently, she was standing in the produce section of a grocery store, shoving the spoils of her latest victim in her back pocket while she did some mental math.
“What’s the holdup, toots?” Beetlejuice, with his inimitable gargling-steel-wool voice, tried to catch her attention as he wandered behind her. She waved him off before reaching for a package of clementines. “Okay, so if these cost another two or-” Suddenly, a chill shot down her back when a ghostly pair of lips trailed down her neck. She hissed through her teeth, but made no other telling movements, “Goddammit, Beej, do you want me to look like a crazy person?? Back off, asshole.”
Trying to ignore his amused cackle, she continued shopping while he meandered behind her, invisible to everyone around them.
When they finally got to the register, the ghost with the most had nearly driven her insane with his infamous combo of griping and lascivious commentary when he knew she couldn’t respond. She was so bent on ignoring him that she almost missed a new voice addressing her.
“Jesse?” Her attention finally turned to the cashier and she stared blankly at the tall, lithe man in front of her for a moment. The blonde curls and brown eyes seemed familiar— “Martin? Is that you?” A smile stretched across his face at her recognition and he chortled, “It’s been a few months since I’ve been sleeping on park benches, but I was worried even back then…not seeing you around anymore. People like us, when we disappear—never a good sign, right?” The next few minutes were occupied by small talk and polite updates, but all in all, she was happy to see a fellow scrappy outcast doing better in life.
Now, usually, the particular poltergeist attached to Jesse was completely disinterested in other humans, but at that moment, his possessiveness was just important enough to have him tuning into the conversation. When she grabbed her bag and went to say goodbye, the little blonde bastard stopped her with a, “Hey, Jesse, wait—uh, you…you look good.”
Just like that, she could feel his lust and attraction to her roll over her in waves. Beetlejuice, on the other hand, picked up on it merely by sight. And holy shit, that wasn’t going to end well, so she chose to extricate herself from the situation as fast as humanly possible. With an awkward smile and a tossed-out “T-thanks, you too!”, she made a break for the exit doors.
And fuck her ten ways ‘til Sunday if that wasn’t the wrong thing to say.
As soon as she stepped into the bright afternoon sun, she was sprinting to the alleyway parallel to the building, flying past fellow shoppers who shot her concerned looks. She prepped herself to deescalate the territorial demon and whirled around as soon as they were behind a dumpster and out of sight. Oddly, there was no tension in the air, just a floating Beetlejuice calmly puffing away on a cigarette. “Beej, you, uh….you good?”
Silence was all her afforded her as he took a long, deep drag. His boots hit the ground as he exhaled slowly from his nostrils. When he finally locked eyes with her, she saw the red tint on his irises. “‘You too?’ You fuckin’ too??”
With a flick of his wrist and a savage snarl, the earth beneath them burst open unexpectedly. Chunks of dirt, brick, and gravel sprayed into the air, raining down on the weeds and rotting garbage already scattered across the ground around them as they fell into another world.
Jesse’s surprised scream was cut short when her ass collided with the wooden floor of BJ’s roadhouse, kicking up dust and some rather concerning creaks. The house’s aesthetic was familiar to her by now, a jarring conglomeration of old wood, stonework, and wild patterns of his signature colors. Before she could gather her wits, she was yanked up and into his chest. One clawed hand raked through her hair and gripped it harshly. At this point, trying to talk him down was useless, she just had to let things run their course. Submitting to his dominant side was the only way to quell his rage when he felt his claim was threatened.
His faced hovered an inch from hers as he pulled her head back at a hard angle. “I know ya could fuckin’ feel what he wanted from ya, babes, ya can’t lie ta me. What, ya wishin’ I hadn’t been there? Coulda’ gotten some action from a two-pump chump out behind a loadin’ dock? Did ya want him tryna cram his limp dick down yer throat? Can’t choke on two inches, babes.” His eyes bored into hers, threatening her, daring her to speak. “N’ I know how much ya like to choke on cock, don’t I? Ya know no one else can do what I do fer ya, kitten…” His hand dropped from her hair and she (foolishly) breathed a sigh of relief before he was squeezing her throat hard.
Serpentine slits had replaced circular pupils in his glowing eyes and newly sharpened fangs poked gently into his lower lip. “Whaddya need Daddy ta do ta show he owns ya, body n’ soul, kitten? Can ya handle some tentacles? A few clones? How ‘bout a dozen?!” His voice multiplied and grew into a cacophonous roar as eleven new angry apparitions sprung from the ether. Their eyes glowed red and chipped, thick claws bursting from their nailbeds. “I outta have ya goin’ through copies a’ me fer so long that ya can’t remember what anything tastes like ‘sides my cock…can’t remember what it feels like havin’ an empty pussy…or ass… ‘Till all ya can think about is if ya can rest before we fuck you again.” His replicas were circling her now, looking positively feral and starving, and her back stiffened. Just like that, the original Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and his look-alikes disintegrated. “But you gettin’ fucked by other guys is kindathe problem here, babes, so looks like ya stuck with just me,” The whine she let loose wasn’t lost on him, but surprisingly it amused instead of angered him. His grotesque Cheshire grin revealed drool dripping from his fangs, “Dun worry, sugar…I’ll use you just as much as they woulda’.”
With another snap, her clothes shred themselves into piles on the floor and his suit vanished into thin air. Still choking her, he stalked forward until she had backed herself against the nearest wall. His lips collided with hers in a bruising kiss before barking out the command, “Knees. Now.” Her knees hit the floor like they were made of lead and she groaned from a combo of pleasure and pain. The powerful poltergeist’s dominant demeanor was arguably the biggest turn on she’d ever found in her short, breather life. One of his hands pulled her head back against the wall, fingers knotted in her hair and kept her where he wanted her. He used the other to jerk his cock leisurely, indulging in the sight of her trapped and submissive before him… He could already feel himself dribbling precum and drew in a hissing breath through his teeth. “Open up that whore mouth, babygirl, Daddy’s gonna feed you this cock…” His grating, gravely voice was her own version of a siren’s call and she dropped her jaw as soon as he ordered her. Quirking an eyebrow at her eagerness, he taunted her, “Goddamn, babes, somebody’s desperate.” With no regard to her comfort, he shoved the thick, mushroom tip of his dick past her lips and began forcing his length down her throat. He let loose an obscene groan when he felt head of his cock nestle between her tonsils. Pausing for a moment, he used his now free hand to grip just underneath her chin. She was trapped firmly in this position, he made sure of it. “If ya want me ta stop, slap my thigh and I’ll think about it.” With that, he thrust forward into her mouth in one smooth motion, only stopping when her nose was pressed against his groin and his balls rested flush against her chin. The tip of her tongue, which had been forced out of her mouth to make room for his girth, tasted the smooth skin of his tightened sack. The heady flavor of turned earth, musk, and moss combined made her eyebrows furrow and Beetlejuice laughed.
“Liking how the boys taste, babe?” A few nasty grunts pressed past his lips before he continued announcing his rambling thoughts, “Sweet Satan, yer a tight lil’ cocksleeve—swear ya were made to take this dick…”
When Jesse began frantically beating her hands against his thighs, he finally dislodged his thick length from her esophagus and allowed her to gulp down air desperately. While her head was still held firmly in place, he grasped the base of his dick and rubbed the spit-slicked tip over her cheek and up her face before lightly slapping it against her forehead with a meaty thud. “Can’t decide if I wanna paint the back of your throat or aim for your cute lil’ face, kitten…”
After sucking in a few lungfuls of air, she managed to let out an aroused groan—mostly at his general savage behavior—but Beetlejuice interpreted it specifically.
“Is that what ya want? Daddy’s seed all over yer face? ‘Course ya do, ya dirty slut. Amazed I even let ya suck me off… Yer a lucky girl, sweet’eart.” She shuddered violently at his abusive language, well aware that this was within the parameters they’d set up a long time ago. It’d quickly become apparent in their relationship (whatever the hell that was exactly) just how deeply she enjoyed being degraded and forced to obey. He’d never had any qualms about it, more than happy to violate her in any way she’d let him.
He’d continued fucking her throat long enough that it was clear he was losing control, and fast, “Guess yer throat’s tha winner, babes—keep that tongue out…fuck yes, so good…such a good whore—!!” He shoved her head down against his groin with both hands and bucked his hips up against her face, not caring about the pain she was in. She could only kneel there and attempt to swallow his jizz down her throat, some of if backing up through her nose or seeping out past her lips. Her tears streaked down her cheeks and brought flakes of mascara down to join the smeared saliva and cum covering the bottom half of her face.
His cock slipped from her mouth as he braced himself against the wall with one arm and panted loudly. Clearly, his body had retained some instinctual habits from when he was alive. For her part, Jesse was just beginning to recover physically and the red hue on her face was starting to dissipate when he grabbed her by the elbow and repositioned her to his satisfaction.
He bent her over on the floor, with her face pressed against the wood and ass high in the air, and settled down on his knees behind her. With a snap, a bottle of lube appeared in his hand and he slicked his cock eagerly with a dark chuckle. “Yer lucky I didn’t decide to go in dry, babes…” A solid slap landed on her asscheek before he drizzled lube down the crack of her ass and worked it into her with two fingers. Jesse squeaked at the chilly sensation, though whether it was from the lube itself or his cold, dead fingers, she couldn’t say.
When she had opened up enough for Beetlejuice’s taste, he pressed the fat tip of his cock against her tight, slick asshole. It took a moment of burning pressure, but then the bulbous head breached her ass. His hands snaked around the front of her thighs and he used it as leverage to thrust into her. Even with his brute force, his cock still took a moment to sink fully inside of her. She braced herself against the floor with her forearms and whined as he rocked his hips forward.
“Fuck yes, ya got such a tight ass, babes…squeezin’ me like a vice…” She whimpered as he pulled out slowly, then groaned as rammed himself back in. Her discomfort seemed to please him and he repeated the motion, “Bet yer lil’ dipshit friend couldn’t fuck ya like this, kitten…” His pace increased, balls slapping against her cunt repeatedly. Her brain seemed unable to keep up with what he was doing to her body, and her eyes rolled back into her skull while her mouth leaked drool. Noticing her waning participation, the ghost with the most became enraged all over again. He withdrew from her ass, a smattering of lube and precum bubbling from her well-used asshole, with dribbles running down her thighs.
Suddenly, a snap echoed through the room and Jesse was aware of a thick leather collar appearing on her neck, just one notch too tight for comfort. Something chilly and metal pressed into her asshole, small at first, then larger, then larger still. Her sphincter then happily closed around a much thinner stem and she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Next, she felt the foreign object being pulled up towards her head and she had to quickly arch her back and raise her hips to minimize the pain. A rope was apparently what was causing the tension and Beetlejuice clipped the hook at the end onto a ring on the back of her collar. Now, she was locked into a strained position, ass as high in the air as it could go and back arched as sharply as it could. And yet, pained pressure still squeezed her throat and tugged on her asshole too tightly for comfort
Beetlejuice bent down and growled near her ear, “Now I know we ain’t used one a’ these before, but surely ya know what an anal hook is, babes. This one’s got three beads fer ya, makin’ sure it’s got a goodgrip on that tight ass.” A sharp slap landed on one buttcheek and she winced at the way it made her asshole clench on the hook. The poltergeist behind her cackled at her scrunched expression and the tension in her ass. With a flick of his wrist, he juiced any remnants of the last orifice he’d explored off his cock. Stupid breathers with their fucking predilections—
Just as she was adjusting to her forced posture, she felt him lining his cock up with her pussy. Her eyes went wide and she shouted out a rushed, “Wait! w—” before he stuffed up her pussy in one brutal thrust. An unrecognizable, high-pitched squeal was ripped from her throat and she clenched both holes on reflex, earning a deep groan from him in return. “Ahh-ah, just like that, babes…got a pussy like paradise, fuck!” He began rutting at a furious pace, able to feel the texture of the beads through the thin barrier to her ass. His eyes squeezed shut and he widened his girth, wanting to amplify the sensation. Drops of drool hung from his lips as he gripped her hips and used her pussy like a textured fleshlight, grunting and groaning the whole way.
By this point, Jesse was cross-eyed and breathing though an open mouth, face in a puddle of drool. The pain in her asshole had faded to a dull ache and the constant slapping of his sack against her clit had her moaning desperately. By repeatedly dragging her fingers over the imprints on her collar, she was able to read the sunken words “butt slut” pressed into the soft leather. Fitting, considering what the collar was attached to. She felt the blood pooling in her groin as she raced towards a climax, spurred on by a heady combination of humiliation and domination. With one last smash of his cock’s head against her cervix, she came violently, cum spurting out of her pussy around his cock. Bursts of her juices trickled down over his balls and the fronts of his thighs and he laughed loudly at the force of her orgasm. “Goddamn, kitten, yer really gettin’ off on a dead guy’s dick, huh? What a good fuckin’ slut fer Daddy…”
His thrusts were becoming less coordinated, eventually turning into sloppy humping towards the end, never fully withdrawing from the warmth of her cunt. He snarled furiously and shouted at her, “Say yer’ mine, dammit! SAY IT!!” Jesse barely managed to gasp out a, “Y-yeah, Daddy, all you-uurs—” before he stilled, bent over her and groaning, coming in thick, cold, milky bursts. His ragged nails scraped her hips as he worked through his orgasm, beating his nips against her ass like a madman.
After a few minutes of recovery, Beetlejuice slowly eased out of her cunt with a prolonged groan. His cum gushed from her gaping pussy as his dick reverted to normal size. With a snap, the rope and anal hook were gone and Jesse’s posture slumped, knees sliding wider on the floor and hips dipping down. He waved his hand and they were instantly transported to his bed, hidden under blankets, with her limp, relaxed body draped over his larger form. Her leg settled snugly in between his and her face (now noticeably dryer) rested comfortably against his chest.
Silence once again dominated the space they were in for a moment as he snatched a lit joint from midair and took a leisurely drag. They passed it back and forth for a while before he kissed the side of her head and muttered, “Ya alright there, doll?” Quiet, uncharacteristic concern attached itself to the question.
Jesse cracked a knowing smile and exhaled slowly before giving him a groggy response. “I always am with you, Beej.”
Magenta eyes watched the dislodging of the young witch curiously, though Pink didn't brag or boast. She didn't feel as though she'd won a prize or proved anything much about herself, beyond the fact that yes, ghosts can be good in the sack, too. It flattered her that he came along with her, even with his hard cock bobbing beneath him.
The heat of his skin against her back sent tingles up her spine, and his touch at her breast was addictive almost as much as his wandering touch. Her nipple hardened between his fingers and she gasped, pressing back against him with a little hum of pleasure at the pressure.
She swallowed hard, and sucked at her lower lip as she continued to lead him slowly toward Beej and Carmen. It looked like they were still doing something, she could see her original with tendrils of some sort, and Carmen seemed to be in his arms. Torn between being unendingly curious about what they were up to, and enjoying being touched so attentively. Her hands covered and stroked the backs of his as she halted for a moment.
Her body lengthened, extending beneath his chest. Her upper back and torso stayed where they were without much change, and she held herself at the proper height to be held and groped as her hips nudged along his belly, two arms directing his cock to her pussy as she continued to lengthen, pressing herself against his tip til it pressed past the initial resistance of her entrance. She moaned low in her throat and pushed herself until her thighs touched his balls, and the arms she'd grown wrapped around his rear, holding her tight on his cock.
Turning her upper half until she was face to face with him, she kissed him and tightened herself around his cock.
"This alright with you, honey?" she asked softly, lips ghosting against his. "Even if you don't fill me again, I'm willing to be your cocksleeve for a little bit . . . seemed a shame to leave all that cock out in the open."
He knew the old stories and warnings about his kind: that centaurs had a propensity for drinking and kidnapping women for their own pleasure. Kadus wasn’t drunk, he hadn’t even eaten any of the offered treats, but he would have gladly entertained stealing away this amazing specter back to his home if he had the ability to do so.
He was partially sure she would go with him willingly, if she was not bound by her own restrictions.
The chill of her soft hands around his cock sent a shiver through him. Her pussy was still slick with her own arousal and the seed he’d filled her with. The slight resistance of her opening up for the head of his cock created delicious friction against his shaft, and he couldn’t help but groan in a long outward breath as she moved against him this time, once again taking him fully into her. He no longer worried about hurting her, even though she was still full of his come from the first time.
As she stayed against his human half, he held her tightly, pressing his face into her vine and flower choked hair.
“You’re too good to me. You’re my goddess,” he murmured against the side of her neck, although he was a poor worshipper, letting her do so much work.
A cocksleeve, she’d said. He wasn’t entirely sure what that meant but could guess, and it wouldn’t be right to claim more pleasure at her expense. He regretted not being able to touch her clit to add to her pleasure, but Pink’s nipples were hard peaks against him, and he dipped his head again to capture one, holding it between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue even as his hips began thrusting into her cunt by instinct.
⁂
Beej glanced toward BJ again with more intent, listening curiously to his suggestion. He had to admit, it sounded like fun, though the way he worded it, it sounded like there was more to it than just a little friction and some excited grinding. With a grin and a wink, he gave a subtle nod, then returned his attention to Carmen and Jessie.
His thin, grey tendrils wound around her waist and legs, supporting her as she awaited Carmen's response. At her nod, Jessie was placed on Beej's thick cock, straddling it and holding on surprisingly tightly with her legs. He hadn't expected such vigor from such a small body, but was pleased as Carmen's head dropped back against him and the sweet sound of her moaning filled his ears. He spread her open, exposing her clit to the smaller woman and observing her curiously.
Jessie leaned forward as Beej tilted them back slightly, giving her a more level seat and supporting Carmen as she leaned. She stroked the slick skin around Carmen's clit, gasping at how warm and puffy her cunt had become over the course of the night. She kissed the tip of the clit before her, finding the girth of it to be nicely similar to a cock.
Holding in her own excitement at first, Jessie stroked along the short length of clit that lay swollen beneath her hood, stroking her she way she would have rubbed herself if both hands weren't needed to keep herself supported with Beej's cock throbbing weakly beneath her.
Magenta eyes met brown ones as he sized Jessie up, enthralled with how immediately and completely she focused on her task. He'd caught her attention by staring, and she perked a brow and glanced at his tentacles. When her gaze returned to Carmen's clit and she licked her lips, he felt the heat of her cunt against his cock.
With one small tendril, he cupped the back of Jessie's head and guided her to take the tip into her mouth. When she'd accepted it eagerly, he pressed her head against his lover, holding Jessie's mouth tight to Carmen's pubic bone as the girl sucked and swallowed around throbbing flesh that filled her mouth. Her arousal at being used like a toy on his lover sent an intense rush of pleasure through her tiny body, and Jessie unleashed it on them both, pulling a startled, loud moan from Beej as his cock stiffened, still held only shallowly inside Carmen. As Jessie rocked her hips, the sparks of pleasure that sparked into her belly were shot through them as well, making Beej twitch slightly, though he held tight to Carmen, and kept Jessie's mouth on his lover's clit.
The size of the mouth on her pussy wasn’t what caught most of her attention; the heat of Jessie’s mouth made her cry out more sharply. She was so used to her lover’s tepid body that even the slightest warmth felt searing against her swollen clit. As a matter of fact, the chill of Beej’s cock and his fingers spreading her open for the other woman contrasted pleasantly with Jessie’s touch, and Carmen gave an uncontrolled, full body shudder.
She could tell the thin tendrils were moving between her legs but didn’t know exactly what they were doing; everything that transpired since she agreed to this made pleasure build again and she was losing the ability to think, driving by chasing that high again.
Carmen didn’t know what to do with her hands. The suction from Jessie’s mouth made her want to grab and hold her in place as if it was Beej going down on her, but Jessie’s stature made her not give into that urge. Instead she lifted her arms to make it even less likely she’d put her hands between her legs, reaching back to hold onto Beej’s shoulders and head. It arched her back, which pressed her pelvis downward, into the pleasure.
A new burst of bliss, like nothing she’d felt before, radiated through her and she cried out again, tears collecting under her eyelashes. Her lover gave a startled moan as well--had he felt it too? A second, deeper noise chased the first as his cock hardened again. With her bearing down on him, it had nowhere to go but into her well-used pussy, which ached as it stretched her open again.
With the come he’d filled her with still plugged deep in her cunt, Carmen gave a sob of pained pleasure. She rocked as best she could, fueled by the sensations threatening to overwhelm her.
Even through her tears she opened her eyes and stared into the infinity of the sky above. A dusting of the most brilliant stars were still there, even as the color of the sky lightened with the approaching dawn.
⁂
As Kadus captured one peaked nipple between his lips and thrust his cock within her, Pink clenched around him and arched her back to push the soft flesh of her tit tighter to his mouth. Again he'd praised her, called her his goddess . . . the pink blossoms in her hair grew, the vines lengthened and embraced him with their leaves and curls.
"Oh, Kadus you feel so wonderful inside me . . . I love being stretched around you, you're so warm and thick. Fuck . . ."
Her breath hitched in her throat and she shivered, writhing to grind herself around his cock as she shortened and lengthened her body to fuck herself on him. The arms at his hind quarters gripped him desperately, tugging her back toward him. Her fingers threaded into his hair as she tipped her head back and whined softly, cheeks brightening in their magenta tint as she tried to muster the words to ask him for what she craved.
When she did finally manage to speak, her voice was mostly breath. "Just one more, please? Can you come for me again sweetheart? Kiss me and fill me up, empty those heavy balls and feed me your moans?"
She was greedy, his goddess, and he could do nothing but obey her whim and desires. Although he’d not taken many lovers, he would have worried about filling her--not only the first time, but again!--with his load; he knew most couldn’t take the sheer amount of come a centaur produced. He’d heard from the elders in his herd, who had taken mortal partner capable of being fucked, that typically they had to pull out because the pressure of both the size of their cocks and their release was too much. Apparently watching a flood of come from a well used pussy or ass was arousing, knowing they’d overfilled them.
But even though her belly was stretched tight as a drum from still holding in his previous release, Kadus knew she’d be able to handle a second filling. The squeeze of her cunt, her fevered words, her complete offering to him--he relished each second. He was pleased he gave her pleasure and humbled she wanted more.
Reluctantly he had to release her pebbled nipple from his mouth to breathe and answer her. He lifted his head and kept his face near hers, their lips brushing as he replied,
“Yes yes yes my όμορφη ροζ φοράδα, my ανθισμένη θεά--oh--I will, will you come for me?”
He wished he could have held out until he knew she would come again, but everything was too much and he thrust against her hard, filling her again with heavy, powerful spurts that left his cock throbbing deep in her cunt.
⁂
The responsiveness of the two as Jessie unleashed her biofeedback on them gave her a little euphoric boost of confident pleasure. She would have grinned, had her mouth not been so wonderfully occupied by Carmen's throbbing clit, tasting distinctly of warm flesh, come and wet.
The pressure of the little grey tendril that held her continued to feed her that feeling of being used in just the right way- nothing too harsh or demanding, just gentle insistence. She rocked her hips again, grinding herself on the swollen shaft of Beej's cock as she bobbed her head slightly, suckling and bucking her tongue against her mouthful of flesh.
She placed her hands at the joining of the two, massaging the stretched rim of Carmen's pussy around Beej's cock as she fed her excitement and the sparks of pleasure from the friction of the ghost's cock against her own swollen clit.
Feeling just how tightly filled Carmen was with her lover, Jessie imagined what it'd feel like when she was her own size again. The fantasy took many different paths, from slow and sweet rocking against BJ to him pinning her down wherever they happened to be when her size returned and rearranging her guts with his cock in a feverish, needy rut.
Her little mouth sucked more feverishly as these thoughts filled her mind, rocking her hips more roughly and quickly against Beej's shaft and driving herself hard toward the edge, craving more of their pleasure.
Beej held himself as still as he could, trying not to press his cock any further into Carmen for fear of hurting her. One of his grey tendrils slipped up to her hands at his shoulders and head, winding around her wrists and holding her, attempting to make her feel more secure in her positioning.
That molten bliss that shot through him from the tiny body straddling his cock hadn't subsided, and he shook as he tried desperately to hold still. Moans and whimpers streamed from his lips until he latched his mouth onto her neck, sucking to muffle himself.
She was lost. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, each larger than the last; Carmen had no idea that it could build on itself so much. She writhed and sobbed openly. She was held not only the cradle of Beej’s pelvis and against his chest, but now by her arms as if full body restraint was to secure her on this plane before she dissolved into a pool of euphoria.
Stretched in so many different ways, from pussy to torso to arms and wrists, nerve-endings were simply becoming numb from overstimulation. Beej’s thick cock and the come he’d plugged inside her became nothing but pressure. Jessie’s sinful mouth on her aching clit--and whatever else the other woman was doing, there was no logical reason that everything should be so deliciously warm or that bliss continued to increase--pushed her over the edge and Carmen wailed.
Her body shook uncontrollably. She gasped for breath. Every muscle tightened and she arched, which impaled her aching pussy further onto her lover’s cock. There may have been a burst of wet from her pussy but she couldn’t tell; she only knew that tears soaked her face as she babbled a litany of,
*“--fuck oh fuck oh god oh fuck--”*
against the side of Beej’s neck. It was good he held her so tightly, because she’d have shoved her hands between her legs and slammed her thighs shut, and she didn’t want to hurt the woman who’d undone her.
As the scene before him unfolded, BJ dropped the hose to the hookah and moved to have a better view. The other ghost floating, holding his lover tight against him with her legs open widely in a position vaguely reminiscent of her about to give birth, Jessie so intent on her task of sucking that clit and rutting so strongly against the cock that spread her own legs--BJ could practically *feel* the euphoria rolling off the trio. His lover knew how to escalate things, even in the midst of a fertility celebration attended by fey!
His hand moved faster at his groin. Watching them, he ached. Taking a second to spit into his hand, he grasped his cock again and the addition of the wet made him moan. That was a mistake; he’d given his word to Jessie he wouldn’t come again tonight, he’d wait until he could push his cock into her tight little pussy and dump his load deep into her cunt--
With a strangled groan he yanked his hand away from himself.
On his shoulder, Ollie twittered, but before he could take offense to that the leprechaun gasped and came into his own hand, which was something to take *more*offense too. Jessie’s little pet got to get off sitting front row to this sex show, and he didn’t?!
Huffing, BJ gave himself a shake that dislodged the freeloader. Because he knew Jessie would be upset if he wasn’t careful, he made sure Ollie was back on solid ground before moving closer to the other three. His cock throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to give into baser instincts, but besides a quick, twisting pull to the head of his cock, he kept his hands off himself.
That didn’t mean they couldn’t touch anyone else, though.
He hadn’t been invited, but everything in front of him spurred him on. Jessie’s focus but obvious mounting pleasure was a beacon to him. Carmen was too far gone to notice him, and he didn’t believe from his interactions with Beej he was going to be denied. With a hand on the other ghost’s knees, he spread his legs enough to step between them.
Leaning down, he whispered, “You’re so fucking hot, sucking that clit,” directly to Jessie.
Then he opened his mouth and let his tongue slide against Beej’s tightened ball sack, his saliva wetting the sparse pink hair that covered them. He dragged his tongue up the underside of the thick cock Jessie straddled until he got to her. She’d positioned herself so she could grind her clit directly on the cock below her, but that left her cunt and asshole free and exposed. Without warning he lapped at her.
Heat and pleasure rocked him from just the minor touch he’d applied. With a deep moan, he licked her again, from the cock between her legs to her ass, over and over, siphoning her pleasure. His hand went back to his cock but he only squeezed the tip harshly, working hard not to come.
Jessie glared at the imp that tried to garner pity from her, turning and hugging BJ's thumb in a possessive little show that ultimately made no difference. Glancing downward, she took note of the imps that continued to try to sneak close enough to taste him.
Given that he had attempted to ward them off, she decided to lay her claim. With a bit of focus, she vanished from his hand, reappearing over the top of his cock. Her arms and legs wrapped around his shaft, and she reached with one palm to cover his tip, cupping the precome that beaded in his slit as though guarding it.
"You all have had quite enough, go find someone else to lick clean--I'm sure there's more than enough jizz in that field to keep you busy!" she barked at them as they came closer.
She didn't hold any true animosity toward them, and in fact rather liked their appearance. She did not appreciate their opportunistic persistence, though, and held tight to her lover's cock. Attached as she was to him, she did press a few kisses along the ridge of his cockhead, trying to distract herself from her eagerness to take him inside her again.
Recalling that soon the night would end and her body would return to it's original size, Jessie perked her head up to glance around for Ollie, feeling a little pang of worry that she couldn't help. After all, he'd been sent off alone and there was at least one person who would snatch him up, given half the chance.
BJ let Jessie stake her claim, privately relishing the heat of her tiny body along his shaft. Christ, to jerk off and splatter her with come again--
--his balls tightened and he dropped a hand to give them a tug to keep himself from following that path and coming onto the ground, although maybe licking his spend from the ground would occupy those little flying pests.
He should just get his pants back on; that’d take care of them hovering around. Just as he put a hand down to his cock to support Jessie as he turned towards the treeline, a small voice spewing Gaelic in unmistakeable fury caught their attention.
Ollie was back, hurrying over the crushed grasses, with a brownie in tow as his pack mule carrying two jelly cakes with no effort. By the reactions of startle then petulance by the imps, his words were directed solely at them. They whined and pretended to sob; one flitted close and made a very obvious pleading case for itself, even if the language it spoke was untranslatable. Ollie held firm and ordered them off and away.
Reluctantly, the winged fey obeyed, including the ones hovering near Carmen and Beej. All of them looked dejected, but their attention span was short and soon they found other people’s groins to try and lap at the wet on them.
⁂
The slow lap of Kadus' tongue between Pink's cool folds as she calmed down once more was mesmerizing to her. Her clit throbbed dully, and when the sensation of touch became too much, she pulled away with a start and a soft giggle. Staying close to his chest and stomach, Pink floated a bit lower to bring herself back to eye level with him, arms draping around his shoulders.
"You do that often?" she asked with a grin, leaning in to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue with a shiver. "Really know your way around a pussy, don't ya?"
Her tone was light and bubbly as she teased him just a bit. Her hair and eyes gleamed with the intensity of their color, though when she realized that the sun was rising her mood dampened a little.
"You wanna come meet 'em?" she asked timidly, blushing as she wondered what he would think of Beej and Carmen . . . what they would think of him. "If we had more time, I'd be more 'n willing to take you again, but . . . I understand, you'll have to go home soon . . ." She glanced downward and leaned her head forward against his shoulder. "This has been really nice, though."
Kadus smiled as she drifted back down to press torso to torso with him. Her praise made him blush; he was young for a centaur and didn’t have much experience, but had snuck away from some proper lessons on occasion to ogle more risque art and read the more erotic stories found in the libraries.
He couldn’t help carefully pushing his fingers through her hair, still marveling at the vines and flowers that decorated Pink. She’d created this beauty, and allowed him to pleasure her. The fey were remiss not accepting her fully.
Arousal still coursed through him, especially at her mention of being willing to go again--he wished she could visit his home with him, there were sunlit fields he would love to fuck her in--but he knew time was short now.
Instead, he replied, “I would be honored to meet anyone you would introduce me to.”
⁂
Beej chuckled low in his throat at the comparison of the imps to gnats, though the moment she touched her pussy and groaned he choked on that chuckle to stifle a moan. She had admitted that she'd been fucked out, and though he would have enjoyed rocking his cock further into her he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
"Mmm . . . you sure, babes?" he asked just below her ear, stroking along her belly with gentle touches, only distracted when the sudden burst of Gaelic ran the pesky imps off.
The leprechaun had returned with a curious little creature that made his eyebrows raise. He wanted a better look . . . but the desire to keep Carmen comfortably seated and stuffed full took precedence. One hand dipped lower, fingertips brushing over her swollen clit just to hear her moan and feel her tense in response.
"Seems like at least a part of ya wants more," he teased, nuzzling beneath her ear.
At the sound of Ollie's voice, Jessie looked in his direction and grinned widely. Once the imps had finally gone, she kissed along the ridge of BJ's cockhead, only to vanish and reappear beside him, wrapping her arms around the leprechaun and kissing his cheek.
"Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate you going to get these," she nodded toward the brownie carrying the cakes, "and making those guys fuck off. They're cool looking, but damn are they clingy."
As she held him, her eyes wandered over to Beej and Carmen, relieved to see that the imps pestering them had also seen fit to fuck off. What also caught her eye was the way his fingertips brushed over Carmen's clit, which looked swollen and sensitive from where she was standing. Her mouth watered a bit, and she bit at her lips a little as she tried to decide whether or not it'd be appropriate at the tail end of the revelry to offer herself.
Still, she supposed if these two had entertained her lover, they must be decent enough people. Focusing on the distance between herself and them, she created an illusion of her voice just at their ears.
"Gods you two look delicious together . . . If it's not too late, and you're still needy, I'd be more than happy to use my mouth to suck you off, gorgeous . . . still plugged full of cock, coming all over him . . . haven't touched a single pussy all night, but yours looks like a work of art--"
She glanced over to BJ, hoping he didn't mind her being so forward. Beej, in response, raised his brows and chuckled softly, parting his fingers to rub either side of Carmen's pussy.
"She's not wrong, babes. Ya wanna give 'er one last go, baby? 's an orgy after all . . . 'd be sexy ta watch."
Still held securely, the soft touch of Beej’s cool fingers on her clit made her wiggle and push a little into him. She couldn’t deny his observation even as her cunt ached from the rutting he’d given her so well. It was hard to pull her attention away to something else, but the lilting cadence of Gaelic--as obviously angry as it was--made her turn to see what caused the ruckus.
A small naked fey, bristled with red hair, was making it clear he wasn’t happy with something. The little imps that had congregated were offended but flitted off. The woman--Jessie? She though she remembered--appeared at his side to hug and kiss him, and thank the other ugly little creature holding more jelly cakes. Carmen’s mouth automatically watered at the sight of them, but she wasn’t sure she could take much more.
Out of nowhere, Jessie’s voice addressed her and Beej.
An offer to have one final fling. She’d decided against the minotaur and the other ghost, and this was just as tempting--part of her brain’s reasoning to decline the other’s offers was because of its demand to be bred and she wanted nothing but Beej’s come inside her, but another woman . . . that was a different twist.
Beej told her again that it’d be sexy to watch, just like he had with the suggestion of the minotaur. He’d even deliberately put her pussy on display, sending more ripples of pleasure through her, making her rock again as if to showcase how desirable she was. She knew he was telling the truth, he liked to see her blissed out. And wasn’t a top male fantasy two women together?
Two things gave her pause, however, even as she admitted she was aroused by the thought.
“That might be fun, but . . . you’re so small--no offense!--I don’t think I would hurt you, but it isn’t fair if I don’t do something for you,” Carmen replied, and glanced back at her lover for the second concern, “and my pussy’s a little sore. I don’t think I could take having you do anything with a cock still in me, but I’ve been filled with so much come I think it’d be like a flood and maybe not very pleasant for you . . .”
⁂
Pink placed her own hand over the back of Kadus' as his fingers parted her hair. The expression he wore as he took her in, admiring her flowers and vines, made her blush. Her lips curled into a smile so wide it ached, and although he'd agreed to come with her, to meet Carmen and Beej, she couldn't resist the urge to cup his cheeks and kiss him again, sucking gently at his lips to hold them to her own.
When she pulled back with a soft whine of desire, she closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath. Opening them once more, she took his hands in hers and floated toward the other side of the clearing, where she'd left her lover and the rest of herself. The grip of her hands was firm yet gentle as she attempted to guide him forward, though she glanced around at the surrounding witches, curious to see if any of them desired to attempt to stop her from leading him away.
Kadus sighed into the sweet kiss Pink graced him with. Her eyes searched his as if expecting to see something--he wasn’t sure what--there, then she kept hold of both his hands to give him a tug of guidance. Sections of his flank shivered, as if flies had alit on him, and he took a half step forward.
The audience of witches that had remained put up a little fuss, especially the youngest of the group who had taken soft hold of his cock and had stroked it as it became erect again. He stamped a hind hoof in a mild warning and she was pulled away by another from her coven.
“He was kind enough to stand for us,” he overheard the older witch advise. “It isn’t recommended to be demanding of a centaur.”
At least someone had wise advice.
Although some beings more sensitive to sunlight were starting to leave the clearing, there were still a multitude of people finishing their couplings. Although Pink’s feet didn’t touch the ground, Kadus was cautious where he stepped. That meant it took a little longer to get to where she was leading him, but he didn’t mind, because that meant a little longer with her. He kept his fingers laced through hers and stayed close enough behind her that he could still feel the chill of her skin against his chest.
It was the easiest thing in the world to press a kiss to her shoulder, and slip a hand under her arm to cup her breast as they made their way across the clearing.
⁂
Jessie grinned at Carmen's admission that the offer sounded enjoyable. She considered her words, and nodded a little, as she understood well how difficult it could be, entertaining the idea of such a tiny lover. As Ollie had shown her, though, being small didn't necessarily mean that you couldn't give your partner pleasure, as long as you know where to touch.
She'd rocked back against Beej when he rubbed her clit, and the swollen nub caught Jessie's eye again as she swallowed, her mouth having begun to water at the positive response. Looking up to Beej, she noticed that he didn't seem upset in the slightest, and any possessiveness he aspired to, it appeared he was comfortable with her offer as well as his lover's seeming openness to the idea.
"Can you help me come a bit closer?" she asked him, hoping he was as helpful as he seemed easy-going.
She giggled softly when one of the tendrils he had been using to swat away imps lowered and extended to her, and she found it all too familiar and comfortable to be wrapped around and pulled upward toward them.
"I understand how awkward it might seem, given my size. Usually Ollie is the same for me, but . . . he has shown me a thing or two about what a dedicated mouth can do, even if it's small. Mind if I get a little closer?"
Jessie addressed Carmen's concerns with compassion, even as she hoped to convince her to allow her the interaction she craved. Beej seemed pleased with her response. It took him only a moment to consider her words before he nodded and lowered her down toward his cock and Carmen's pussy, still held together with her cunt filled to the brim with his seed, plugged by his thick cock, held in place by its sheer girth despite no longer being fully erect.
Jessie looked more closely at their joining, licking her lips and groaning quietly. She seemed entirely undeterred by their size difference as she looked back up to Carmen with pleading eyes.
"I-I can fit your clit in my mouth . . . and I would really get off on sucking you off, if you like . . . don't have to do a thing, 'long as your man can hold me in place. Might be surprised how good it feels coming from such a small mouth."
She spoke again with a tone that started nearly timid, but ended thick and sultry as the thought of how her sensitive flesh would taste made her tongue thick with desire.
Beej chuckled softly and held Jessie in place, not quite close enough to touch Carmen, at least unless his lover granted her permission.
"Mmh . . . wouldn't have to pull out just yet, 'less you want babes," he murmured to her, fingers once again rubbing either side of her pussy. "Bet you'd squeeze the tip of my cock like a vice. It's yer call, Car . . . if ya wanna give it a go, gotta admit watchin' you writhe and pant with 'er mouth on ya sounds like a wet dream come true. Don'cha think?"
He glanced up to BJ as he finished speaking, as though to inquire about his feelings regarding the offer made, intent to stop things if dissent was expressed by any of them.
Being informed on how it all might go, hearing the naked hunger in the other woman’s voice, her lover’s encouragement and the tremble in him that could only be from desire, Carmen couldn’t deny how provocative it all sounded. Her worry about the size different and possibly inadvertently injuring Jessie would be negated if Beej still held her; he could easily prevent her from closing her thighs. And his gentle reassurance that it was still her call made her feel more empowered too.
BJ watched the three of them with half closed eyes, still taking drags from the hookah. He was fully aware of his lover’s indomitable sex drive, and it was no surprise to him that she still burned with arousal. Having the opportunity to be with another woman was too much for her to pass up.
At the question Beej delivered to him, he nodded in agreement. For the other ghost’s ears only, he recommended,
“Let Jessie straddle your cock while she’s sucking Carmen’s clit. Don’t hesitate to wrap her up in those little tentacles you’ve got there. Trust me. You won’t regret it.”
He winked as his words were absorbed, and although he promised Jessie he wouldn’t get himself off, he dropped his hand back to his cock and gave himself a stroke. Edging had to be okay. It’d make the release that much more powerful when he finally allowed himself to come. Of course, it’d be easier to hold back with a cock ring, but he’d make the best of it with just his hand.
Ollie had no restrictions about any of that, however. He sat importantly on his shoulder and stroked his own erection, just taking in the sight of Jessie between the other two’s legs.
Taking a breath and holding it, Carmen gave Jessie a nod. She saw the small woman scoot closer and settle in. She felt Beej’s fingers still massaging the stretched lips of her pussy. She watched the tendrils he had conjured winding around Jessie like vines, but she dropped her head back to her lover’s shoulder and moaned at the first touch.
Beej listened with a small grin of amusement and adoration as his lover continued, expressing that she didn't feel comfortable taking a cock that wasn't on him into herself. She did seem interested in him re-creating the minotaur's cock for her, though, and so he glanced back over, taking in the sight of him with as much attention to detail as he could from the distance between them.
As BJ offered his opinion on the matter, he chuckled in amusement and slowly his own cock shifted, increasing in girth and length until it looked much the same as the minotaur's. He mimicked a soft cock, and thus his own was soft as it took shape. Once he felt confident that he'd come up with a suitable copy, however, he allowed himself to feel with it, to look back down at her as she asked to be taken once more, not minding the concern that he'd been out for so long that night.
"No need ta worry babes, I got plenty 'a juice left ta stretch that pretty little pussy out," he purred in her ear, chuckling softly.
He smiled more genuinely and widely as BJ responded, though once more he seemed to struggle to find the proper word to describe his lover, and the reminder that she'd left with someone else concerned him slightly. He scanned the crowd, looking for- well, he didn't know what. He presumed that if he and BJ had so much in common that he'd likely be able to spot a fellow ghost's lover in the throng of revelers, though he wasn't positive about that assertion.
He glanced downward though, as he heard something he hadn't anticipated.
She was used to Beej’s extreme form of bodily control, but watching him shift at her voiced whim made Carmen blush. A cock the size of the minotaur’s looked heavy even while flaccid and the thought that he was going to fuck her with it--again, just because she wanted it--made her breath come faster in anticipation. She busied herself with another pull off the hookah, and wondered if he’d take her again right here, still in front of the other ghost as she shivered with his promise against her ear.
Before that could be addressed, however, a small voice and movement came close to their feet.
⁂
Jessie took Ollie's hand tightly, also concerned about the man who had tried to take him by force earlier. She was less concerned about the drunken trampling of those around them, though, as she scanned their surroundings. Ollie's mention of the different creatures they passed helped distract her from the deep longing she felt to see her ghost again, and when he would halt and kiss her, she returned those kisses with tender hugs as well, holding him close.
She wouldn't admit that it made her heart ache to know that soon they'd be such different sizes again. She wanted Ollie to always have such fulfilling interactions, though the lack of her normal closeness with Beetlejuice was beginning to make her chest ache internally. When finally they caught sight of BJ, Jessie paused for a moment. She had hoped he would have found others to engage with, and it appeared he had. The girl with them looked mind-teasingly familiar, and it took a moment for her to realize that she had seen her before... not met, but noticed in the store with Eve.
With that first burst of nervousness overcome, she took Ollie's hand more firmly and pulled him along, charging ahead and skipping through space where she could to approach more quickly.
"BJ!" she called, grinning broadly as she got close enough to feel confident judging the distance to his shoulder.
With a sudden tug at Ollie, she pulled the both of them through to his shoulder, then released the leprechaun's hand only to wrap both arms around BJ's neck, though there was no way for her to truly encompass it. Gods she just wanted to hold him properly again, she missed him... that ache and the soothing warmth that blossomed in her chest seeped into him as she peppered the cool skin before her with kisses.
"Oh baby--I've missed you. Did you have a good time?" she asked, rubbing her cheek against the side of his neck.
Jessie, towing a naked and flushed Ollie, came barreling over the trampled grass. In a moment between one blink and the next they were on his shoulder; automatically BJ put a hand up to hold her as she embraced the side of his neck and pressed kisses to him.
“Hey baby,” he murmured, “I missed you too. Have fun? Get to do some things--and I do mean things, like any fey--out of the ordinary?”
As to her question, he cocked his head towards Carmen and Beej. “Didn’t even get a second look till these two came along. Ghosts gotta stick together. Well, Carmen’s not a ghost, she just has impeccable taste like you do and knows we can do what breathers can’t.”
He stroked her back with his thumb. Her skin was just as warm this size as when she was larger. Ollie hadn’t been idle; although the leprechaun hadn’t been included in the palm sized embrace he’d attached himself to the outside of Bj’s hand, and was kissing it too. BJ scowled, but there wasn’t much heat to it.
“You get your kinky little kicks, little bastard? And I do mean little,” he said. He caught Ollie’s gaze flick over to Beej and Carmen as he mentioned them, and chuckled as the small fey’s eyes were glued to the newly enlarged cock hanging between the other ghost’s thighs. He teased, “Jealous?”
“You jealous, big bastard?” Ollie piped back, and BJ laughed out loud.
“Jessie, meet Beej and Carmen, although maybe you two’ve met before?”
Carmen was not expecting the other ghost’s lover to be four inches tall, but tonight had been full of surprises. Respectfully, she greeted the woman who was as naked and looking as painted with come between her legs as she herself was. She didn’t quite remember meeting her before.
“Hi. Nice to meet you. Did we meet before?” she asked, not sure if she should try to offer the other woman her hand.
⁂
The tight embrace with which Kadus held her was mesmerizing to Pink, who'd felt undesirable until Carmen had accepted her.
The same witches who before had regarded her approach with envy and disdain returned to their attentions to the centaur as he expressed his wish to hold and kiss her, to talk with her.
If her heart could beat it would have been pounding, though as it was she simply wrapped six arms--as she hadn't had the presence of mind to reabsorb those with which she had held onto him as he filled her--around his upper torso in return. It was flattering that even surrounded by other women, many of whom she viewed unquestionably as more beautiful than herself, he still wanted to hold and kiss and speak with her.
"If things change, I'd be glad to come see. Tell me all about it sugar," she answered simply, cheeks dusted with magenta once more. She pressed another kiss to his lips and smiled, pleased to feel appreciated and desired.
Centaurs had a reputation of being fine orators, and with an appreciative audience who shared herself so fully with him, Kadus held her closely and told her of his home: the temples, the centers for education, the wild places where it was possible to run for hours during the day and where at night it was dark enough to see the faintest stars. He talked of the art created and of the sea coast.
He told her of how it was increasingly difficult to find a way into the mortal world and how he’d almost not attended Beltane, but how pleased he was, as a younger centaur, that he had. That meeting her and being able to celebrate as it was fully intended meant so much.
Through it all, he punctuated his sentences with kisses, and his fingers learned the map of her skin.
⁂
Beej's hold on Carmen shifted and grew in pressure as Jessie's approach was met with such affection. The magenta hue of his hair had paled at her initial approach, though it grew brighter as he watched them interact, relieved that the concerns he'd had about her perhaps being a toxic partner were proven to be inaccurate.
"Yes! Ollie took good care of me, just like you told him to. There were pixies and brownies and imps everywhere. Couldn't do much other than just hold on and relax, it was nice . . . definitely missed you, though," she answered, voice filled with happiness as she answered his questions.
When he directed her attention to his evening's partners, she first looked horrified that no one else seemed to have any interest in him, then turned to smile and wave at Beej and Carmen.
"It's nice to meet you both! I'm Jessie, normally not so tiny. Bet you guys had a good time, BJ always knows how tear it up in the best ways . . ." She turned her attention to the crowd and glared, as though offended on the ghosts' behalves. "If I was the proper size I'd take you in front of every damn one of 'em. No interest in ghosts . . .pff. You could be an orgy all on your own baby, it's their loss."
Beej laughed softly, amused and pleased at the fiery introduction and follow-up. When the leprechaun and BJ had their teasing exchange, he looked down at his cock and back to them with a smirk and a wink.
Jessie's eyes were drawn to Beej's cock as well and she whistled, eyebrows raised.
"Ohh . . . 'd you take that, baby?" she asked BJ teasingly, knowing it wouldn't have been like him to bottom for a stranger.
In response to Carmen's uncertainty, she shook her head.
"I don't think we really met, but I saw you at the store, I think with--OH!! WITH EVE! Babe!!! There was a guy earlier who tried to take Ollie! Scumbag snatched him up like he was a collectible, the lychee fruit lady scared him off though . . . I swear, if I see that 'Andy' asshole again, I want to make his outsides his insides and--I am so sorry, please don't mind me," she assured the other two, breaking off her tangent though BJ could feel her anger seeping through their touch.
"Mmm? Ya stuck that size?" Beej asked curiously, to which Jessie took a moment in thought, shrugged, and glanced to Ollie as if to ask how much longer she would be so tiny.
Although still thinking about the newly minted cock Beej had conjured, Carmen giggled and flushed at Jessie’s proclamation that the ghost they’d propositioned could provide an orgy by himself; she’d experienced that with her own ghost. She wracked her brain to remember an encounter at a store. She remembered a glimpse of a striped suit, that she now realized was the same as the one hanging over that nearby tree branch, but to her embarrassment she couldn’t quite picture Jessie.
It didn’t surprise her that her cousin’s name was mentioned, however. Eve seemed to know everyone. Jessie’s more heated outburst about some person who had grabbed her companion and the threat of a violent retribution didn’t shock her.
“Eve doesn’t put up with stuff like that,” she concurred, “so I’m glad she helped.”
He chuckled at Jessie’s tease about getting fucked by the other ghost, and would’ve answered, but her quick righteous anger cut him off. The rage that flooded into him was the same as if she’d been her normal size, and BJ grit his teeth for a minute at the force of it. He wasn’t sure how Carmen felt about what Jessie insinuated--although her non-reaction to the words held a clue--and Beej seemed so pleasant . . . not to mention they were still a party he was only marginally viewed as a guest, so he reined in his immediate response of just going to pay that asshole a visit and feeling around in his guts for a bit, before watching him get chewed on by a Sandworm.
They’d save it for another time.
“I’m glad for Jessie’s sake you’re okay,” he told Ollie, and suffered through another kiss from the leprechaun, even as he could feel the wet from his groin smear onto the back of his hand. If he had his jacket on he’d put him back into a pocket . . . “You okay, baby? That prick didn’t try to grab you, did he?”
Ollie, feeling pleased BJ had acknowledged he was happy--the begrudging tone was a show, he knew--answered the question posed to Jessie.
“Magic gone after the night,” he shrugged. “Special night for people to celebrate, but has limitations. Not much longer now. Beltane will be over, and people go back to their places.”
If his melancholy was evident, he didn’t care. He’d more than enjoyed the night and having Jessie as his lover. He also didn’t tell any of them how much energy it took to bring her to his size, or how much he was going to have to sleep in the next couple of days.
“Not much longer,” Carmen mused. Quietly, she said to Beej, “Should we find a spot for one more round, or would you like to save fucking me with that thick cock in private, so I don’t out scream anyone else here?”
⁂
Holding tightly to Kadus as he spoke and listening with fascination and excitement, Pink reciprocated his kisses and his wandering touches. Her cheeks brightened as he expressed the importance to him of having the chance to attend, and she smiled happily, giving him a tighter hug.
"I'm glad, honey. This's been a hell of a night, and thanks to you bein' so sweet, I've got a beautiful memory of my very own. I do hope that perhaps we can meet again, should another invitation be extended to me and another path to this world be open to you,” she said sweetly, brushing her fingers through his hair and offering him a smile that was bittersweet.
"Tell me hun, what's a handsome guy like you study? What're you passionate about?" she asked, trying to let the moment last as long as it might and cherish his warmth, kindness and openness.
Her hands never warmed but felt nice on his bare torso and back. It was pleasant to find someone truly interested in him and not just his cock, which was a warning he’d heard from some of the elders in his herd.
“I’m trained in astronomy, history, archery, and the healing arts,” he responded to Pink, who had floated high enough to be more at his level. If they’d had a more private spot to converse and relax, he would have laid down to make it easier for her, but he was still surrounded by witches. At least they seemed resigned that the ghost kept his attention. “I’m young, so lessons in healing have only just begun, and I’ve not yet been initiated into any forms of magic. Although now I feel as I should study more on specters!”
He chuckled with that last line, and kissed her. His broad hands cupped her tits before one slipped back to her ass to keep her pressed against him. There had been no big flood of come out from between her legs, even when she was upright, so by her own will his seed was still in her, and the idea of that, fueled by the magic of this particular night, made him protective of her and the prospect of her carrying his offspring, even if that outcome was more unlikely than not.
“I am sorry your situation doesn’t allow for you to visit,” he murmured as he pressed a line of kisses under her ear.
