Epilogue #3
Then he's holding my cock between his fingers, and I know I won't be able to last long. I'm already about to burst just from his touch.
"James… James…"
"Shh," he licks my throat. "Let go, baby. I've got you."
Immediately, I start spurting in his hand. After a year of possession, my body was numb and I could barely make myself orgasm. But with James, its coming alive again.
"I'm sorry…" I sob.
He growls. "Don't be. Seeing you lose it so fast is a turn on, and you know I love your tears. When they're good tears," he adds. "Can I fuck you Ewan?"
"Of… course…" I nod vigorously. "Please do."
"But we don't have lube. Nor condoms."
I nod.
The hospital tested me thoroughly after my "kidnapping". Even though I told them I wasn't abused sexually, I could tell they had their doubts. I couldn't really tell them my ghost had no appetite beyond devouring other entities to sustain himself.
"I haven't been with anyone since you…" James says.
I knew he hadn't, Lana and Shirley told me. He spent an entire year focused solely on finding me. But hearing him say it still gives me butterflies.
"Then let's just do it…" I hesitate, the last word floating between us. Let's do it raw.
James' breath hitches. "Fuck. No need to ask me twice." He lurches forwards and bites my throat. I gasp, then moan as his wet hand, covered in my cum, slides between my legs. "I'll take it slow."
"You don't need to. James, please…"
"It's been over a year, Ewan. And we don't have lube."
My face warms up as I admit, "I prepped myself in the shower earlier."
He groans. "You did?"
"Aye. I cleaned and stretched myself. I wanted you to…" I trail off.
"Fuck. You're amazing baby."
He kisses me again as I feel his finger enter me. The ring of muscle is still relaxed from my time in the shower, and it goes in easily. Pleasure shoots through me like an arrow. James lets out a string of filthy praises.
He pulls back and spits on his hand, before adding a second finger. He's still tense, as if…
"James, please," I say. "Don't hold back…"
He groans and moves his hand faster. Then at last, his fingers disappear and I feel the tip of his cock push in.
Yes… Yes…
He enters me smoothly, and my eyes roll back. As soon as he bottoms up, he loses it, too. He grabs my face and kisses me again, pounding inside me. I think he's crying in the dark, too. We both are. Our lips taste like salt.
"I love you," he repeats over an and over again, and I believe him. Of course, I believe him. I've seen this man brave monsters for me.
I push him gently, until his back hits the bed, and then I climb on top of him. I never dared do this position. I convinced myself that I was too massive, and that I'd look ridiculous on top. After all, who would want to have a giant man jumping on their dick?
James would, judging by the way he reacts.
"Oh fuck yes, Ewan… baby…"
He helps me guide his cock back inside me, and then with a little more saliva I'm sitting on it, my thighs flexing as I straddle him. Thanks to the sliver of moonlight coming from the window, I can see his face. He looks enraptured. His nails rake my skin as I begin to move.
After a moment, I get used to the position and I bounce with more confidence. The way his cock hits my prostate is driving me crazy. I moan and cry out every time I come down, angling my body to chase the sensation.
"Baby… I'm..!" James warns.
Delight sparks inside me as I realise he's about to come already.
Knowing that I do that to him is intoxicating.
I intensify my effort, and seconds later, he's arching on the bed, cock spurting inside me.
His cum makes me wet and slippery, and it's such a turn on I keep going, until I'm coming too, and my legs are shaking.
James' hand is stroking my dick, milking me to the last drop until I'm spent and I fall forwards. He embraces me and we catch our breaths, forehead to forehead.
"I love you so much," he says against my lips, and no matter how many times he repeats it, I'm never getting tired of it. His words pour liquid sunshine in my heart.
And yet, I've been holding to mine like precious gems, and maybe it's time to let them out in the light.
"James, I… I love you too," I whisper.
My heart is in my throat. Even after all this time, and all we've been through, I still fear rejection. Old habits die hard.
But James surprises me by saying, "I know, baby. I know. I'm never letting you go." And he kisses me tenderly.
I tremble and cry in his arms, and he holds the pieces of me together until I feel whole again.
When Pearl wakes us up around noon by making a proper racket behind the door, we're both exhausted.
After our romantic heart to heart, we went for round two and three.
James fucked me with my ass up and head buried in the bed, just the way I love it.
He pulled my hair, bit me, scratched me, until all I could feel was him.
I cried all the water in my body, and then asked for more.
By the time the sun peeked through our windows, we could no longer come, but it wasn't for a lack of trying.
Exhausted we might be, but we have a Halloween brunch planned with everyone. After a quick shower, we head to the staff kitchen. The girls are already in action, cooking pumpkin pies, pancakes, and cinnamon rolls. We join the effort, and in an hour we have set a table worthy of a banquet.
We all sit to eat. Lana, Shirley, three employees, James, and me. Pearl curls on James' lap, and he feeds her little pieces of bacon when he thinks no one's looking. The other cats come and go in the kitchen, making their patrols through the hostel while we enjoy our meal.
The house, too, appears cheery this morning. Only the four of us know the signs: the warm glow of the lamps, the smell of flowers wafting from the hallway, the way her minions purr, tails up in the air.
This is home, I think as I take it all in. These people and this house.
Even the spirits who sometimes make a quick appearance—thanks to the hostel sitting on the Ley line—don't bother me. They're only the ones the house allows in. They're the messengers of the afterlife, our ghostly friends or just the entities looking for help.
In this place, I have found purpose.
And love. So much love, I think as I exchange a look with James.
This place and these people are mine, and I'll protect them with all I have.
The End.