Ghosts Ch. 08

He was snarling now, and he was ferocious looking, but the panic, when I felt it, just seemed to add to my own arousal. I shattered around him, the sensation torture and bliss. My muscles clenched around his cock so hard I nearly pushed him out, but he released my ankles and grabbed my hips and drove himself into the hilt, forcing me to feel every inch as my inner walls gripped him. I cried out, and he cursed appreciatively and growled, but didn't stop. He kept driving into me as he leaned forward and ran his tongue over my nipples. Normally that would have brought forth rather bad memories, but I was too overwhelmed for that at the moment, and it just felt good. I came apart underneath him again, almost immediately. He was relentless. He brought me to orgasm again and again, until I alternated between laying limp and passive and sobbing and pleading mindlessly and clawing at his chest and back, which he didn't especially seem to mind. I don't know how long he fucked me, but it was far longer that most humans would probably be able to accomplish. When he finally finished, slamming into me one last time and filling me with hot seed, I simply lay on the bed, sweaty and exhausted, muscles twitching, feeling bruised and numb. He rolled off me, and I didn't protest as he positioned me on to my side and pulled the covers over us, holding me. We stayed like that for a while as I drifted in and out of consciousness, and just before I fell asleep I felt him leave me, closing the bedroom door quietly behind him.