The Haunted Victorian #11
"What is this?" I whisper. Impossibly, I feel a tear trail down my cheek. Dina gasps and hops off the bed, but Nix lets go to hold her back before she can reach me.
It's been so long since I could feel like this.
I could feel things before. I could feel Dina, the ground beneath me, the solidity of her bed. Lots of things. But there was a constant numbness, too.
"I'm willing to forgive you, little wraith. But on one condition."
I look up, my eyes darting between them. Dina, holding in a sob. Her mouth agape. I look down at my legs, since my arms are still tied behind my back. I'm still a ghost. But not a ghost.
Shimmering, midnight void with a deep purple luminescence.
But with more definition. I can almost make out the hair on my legs.
I can see the outline of my cock resting between them.
Before, I was only aware of these things.
I knew I had a form, because that was what I had before I died.
I was the shape of a human man. It always stayed with me.
This is different.
"Is this… how is this possible? Nix, can you… can you make him whole again? Oh my god," Dina sobs. "I can see his face. Oh, Eric. Eric, honey, you're—" she sucks in a shuttering breath. "You're so handsome! And I can see your smile."
Instinctively, I try to smile for her. It feels weird. The strain of my lips lifting.
"I can make him whole again. I can control his death. I can control yours too, Dina, should you perish. But if I bring him back, he will belong to me."
He gives me a heavy look. I don't know what that means—to belong to a man like Nix. As if he can read the question on my face, he laughs, and adds, "You will obey me. I don't want your cock, little wraith. At least, not at the moment. And I'm willing to share Dina—"
Dina lets out a strangled sound of outrage. It makes me laugh. God, it feels good to laugh.
"Excuse me, I'm not some toy to be passed around—"
"But you belong to me," he says with finality, cutting her off. And I don't know if he put magic behind those words, but I feel them, deep inside me. A sense of belonging, a kinship.
My body vibrates with the possibilities. I'd do anything to be with Dina. But to leave this existence, to not have to hover between two worlds any longer, not quite alive but not wholly dead and gone, either?
"Anything," I rasp earnestly. "I'll do anything."
"Good boy." Nix ruffles my hair. I can't help it; a shiver runs through me, and I feel myself blushing, heat rising up my cold cheeks.
Could it be this easy?
No, this isn't a simple thing. But after all this time, all these horrible things I've done, could I really have it all?
Have her?
"I'm ready!" I yell, but my throat still feels like it's weighed down by rocks.
Nix chuckles. "I'm sure you are. I'm not." He turns to Dina. "I'm not done playing with you two yet. I'll bring your cold lover back from the dead in due time. Until then…"
He hums, tapping his chin, like he's really contemplating what to do with us. It's a farce, if I've ever seen one. He knows exactly what he's going to do.
And after watching him rail my girlfriend, I should feel nervous. Especially since his cock is slowly rising between his legs again. But I don't. I feel excited. Fucking alive.
I'll do anything; I wasn't joking. And he knows it. My legs are free, I realize for the first time since he untied me, and I try to stand, but Nix notices. "Uh uh uh," he tsks, waving his finger.
Then, before I have a chance to process his plan, he wraps one of his big, meaty arms around my waist, swings me up, then takes my seat in the chair.
And without preamble, he tugs me down on top of him. But I'm still ghostly. I have a voice, I have more solidity. But Nix is a master of death. Of my death. And he can control how much I exist in this world.
And right now, his big, girthy cock pushes through my still ghostly lap, and merges with my own.
I cry out in pain and pleasure, in disbelief, because I'm not quite sure what I'm feeling.
Nix laughs at my back, then takes hold of his cock, which somehow protrudes through my lap, beside my own. It's long and thick, and I might feel a little intimidated if I weren't currently awestruck.
Because he wraps his wide hand around his cock, but since his body is somehow inside mine, I can feel it. It's the strangest sensation, and since he woke my nerves, I feel everything.
I shimmy in his lap, in the chair, overwhelmed by his heat against my cold, and I can't help but feel… aroused. Movement out of the corner of my eye drags my gaze up.
Dina's pupils are fully blown. Her wet, red lips part, and she takes a slow, tentative step toward us. Nix leans back and unties my wrists.
This is so weird.
"What…" she whispers, but it trails off into nothing, because she and I are not in charge right now.
Nix proves he's a man of his word when he leans forward again and grunts in my ear, "Touch her pussy."
My hand snaps out instantly, because I want to touch her more than anything—but I also know, I'd do whatever Nix asks. I reach out as she steps closer. My fingers are firmer than ever. Still cold, I worry, but Dina moans as my fingers slip between her folds. She feels like silk.
"Oh god, Eric. You feel… jesus fuck, you feel incredible."
"Still cold?" I ask.
"Yes. Still cold. But I like it. Especially," she starts, then opens her eyes when we both feel Nix's hand join mine.
Fire and ice.
She cries out and spreads her legs wider. Nix leans forward—through me—and wraps a big hand around her back, tugging her closer, so she stands between our knees.
Then, with his other hand, somehow, through my ghostly form, he grabs hold of my cock—our cocks—and squeezes.
I can't help it. I bellow out. It's the loudest sound I've made in ages. Maybe ever. My balls pull up tight, my cock throbbing, a shaking, sensitive organ that may as well be my heart with all that it's feeling.
He fists our lengths with both hands. Mine wobbles against his while he strokes us, holding them together to form one enormous form, rippling as I shift and he shifts.
I squirm helplessly in Nix's lap while he jerks me off, every stroke of his hot palm squeezing me tight, tracing my nerves, the closer I feel to coming all over the both of them.
I haven't had an orgasm in so long.
A coil of heat unfurls at my lower back, every sensation a live wire. And when he pulls Dina onto our laps, one hand gripping our cocks, the other opening her silky, slick cunt, and he pulls her down onto us, I nearly come on the spot.
The pleasure is blinding.
Her heat. His heat. My cold essence. Her pussy walls fluttering at the pressure. Together, one not-so-perfectly uniformed cock since they don't line up exactly the same, forms one big column, and, with Nix's help, she lifts and lowers, fitting us both inside her pussy.
Nix groans, but he's so close to my ear, it feels as if the sound leaves my own body. I reach forward and wrap my arms around Dina. She fits perfectly, as always, and she cries out my name. My name.
I squeeze my eyes shut, reveling in the euphoria of it all. But Nix is having none of my existential awakening. His hands move through mine to wrap around Dina's ass, and together, we hug her close while she bounces on our cocks.
She's so tight and warm, squeezing me, and I can almost feel Nix's pleasure as it rakes up his cock, through mine, vibrating into me.
I don't care what debt I owe him. To feel this again, always, with him—with her—I'd give anything.
Fucking anything. The three of us drown in each other, and I've lost track of whose pleasure I'm feeling, only that I can feel it.
I think I black out, because I've no idea how much time passes like this, with Dina's perfect pussy wrapped around me, and Nix inside me, too, his heat at my back, hers at my front—when he stands abruptly, pulling us both with him.
"Time for you to become a real boy."
His strength is insane. He picks Dina up and tosses her on the bed, several feet away. Her tits bounce pornographically. And he manhandles me just as easily, pushing me toward the bed.
Without giving me any warning, any prep time, he wraps his hands around my head again, and zaps more of his magic fire into me.
It fills my whole body, every pore. I feel as if I'm being electrocuted. Every nerve ending is on fire. The icicles break, and I gasp and suck in a breath. A real one.
Oxygen.
I swallow it down greedily.
I need to process. I need to think.
Thump. My heart beats.
I'm alive!
I look down. My skin is real. Red blood flushes beneath it. My veins are blue. I'm naked. And I'm real.
Dina cries out. She screams my name. She reaches for me.
"Enough of the theatrics, my darlings." Nix shoves me, hard. I land in a heap on the bed next to Dina. I land hard, because I am hard. Flesh and bone and solid strength. She's still crying, but they're tears of joy.
I can't believe this is happening.
She reaches out for me, but Nix, with one hand on my chest, pushes me down.
"You'll have time to fuss later. I can't wait any longer.
Dina, I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you like I've never needed anything before.
It's been a long time since I've brought someone back to life, and this magic is—oh fuck, it's taking over. It's consuming me, I think I'm—"
He doesn't have to finish explaining, he can barely get the words out as it is.
Until now, I hadn't noticed how red Nix has gotten.
It's like he's on fire. Feathers erupt along his shoulders.
His wings rip through his skin, twitching at his back, and he shudders.
They expand fully, with a massive whomp!
Nix shouts and falls to his knees on the bed. His cock is dripping between his legs.
"Dina," I hiss, doing my best to stay calm for her. I barely register how strange it is to use my voice like this. "Come here."