Two Lost Souls Ch. 01

She slowly removed her hands from his cock, shook out the lactic acid buildup, and kissed him hungrily again. Glancing at her watch, she was down to nineteen minutes. Her scrubs were a mess; her juices made it look like she'd pissed her pants.

"Fine." Her voice was soft and throaty.

She untied the cord and shimmied out of her bottoms. They were tighter than usual, but she wanted to look good for John. She couldn't help it. Now she regretted it, as it took a precious minute to get them to her ankles. With a few kicks she was free. She'd worn her sexiest underwear, despite the impracticality of working a twelve-hour shift with them on. They were cute and tasteful, the bright neon blue-and-yellow polka dots contrasting nicely with her honey-colored skin. The panties were in an even worse state than her scrubs. She tore them off, ran her right hand through her pussy, and rubbed her clit. Using her liquids, she lubed John's dick up even more, because this was going to hurt.

She literally slid back over John's body. This was crazy; every part of her was salivating. For the first time in her life she really wanted to give herself to someone. Maybe she was mental, but she knew John wanted it. She grasped his shaft to help position it toward her wanting hole. She held the proof in her hands dammit. This wasn't like a boy's fingers or her dildo. She lowered her mouth over one of John's nipples and played with it while she ran her pussy along his shaft. With her hands free, she reached up and interlaced them with his. The EKG blurped again. She looked up into his eyes. "C'mon John."

As her hips rocked back and forth, the lips of her pussy met the tip of his cock head. Each time she lingered longer, riding the buildup. His shaft was hard and cold like living marble. The veins along it were thick. She released one of her hands to help guide her. She used the base of his shaft as a handhold. The first few tentative thrusts against his cock hurt. She'd just never had anything that big. She wanted him inside her, and she was running out of time.

She scooted forward to kiss greedily at his lips. "Okay." She bent back down over him. "Happy Birthday." She kissed and licked back down his chin and along his throat. When she arrived at his chest, she slid her pelvis was once more against his. With one final deep breath, she reared up.

She knelt perpendicularly to him, hovering over his dick as she used both her hands to aim it at her plump labia. Her inner lips were swollen with need. She dropped with all her momentum. Pain coursed up along her inner flesh as it was stretched to accompany John, but there was so much lubrication that the only real difficulty was the tight fit. She lifted herself up and, with another deep breath, dropped down upon him. Over and over she hammered his dick, chipping away at her body's resistance. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Until her pussy was awash with agony and pleasure in equal measures.

She felt ragged, but her orgasm had been building for almost an hour now. Even though the lights were dimmed and the curtains drawn, the light of the full moon cut into the gloom. It was riding with them towards their climax. The clouds were parting, and the night wanted to join. The silver twilight painted the entire room in a surreal glow. Danielle's thighs burned, and her ass ached. Still she rode on toward the biggest orgasm of her life.

She wasn't even aware of where she was. Light bathed her from every angle. Everything was coated in glittering silver. She arched her sweat-soaked back and roared in triumph. Ecstasy coursed through her as John's penis spurted into her womb. His semen was cool like menthol. It eased the pain of her stretched hole and drove her on for more. She clenched her entire body. Her abs constricted and the walls of her vagina milked more seed from John. A shiver started in her ass and rushed up along her spine. She arched her back and closed her eyes as light and joy surged through her body. It was too much to bear. Her body was exploding. Her mind spread in all directions, expanding outward. Her throat hurt from screaming. She could taste blood.

As she collapsed, she felt John, really felt him embrace her. Arms encircled around her back and smashed their bodies together. His erect penis kept them joined at the hips. Her vision swam in a sea of glittering silver. Her ears rang. Her awareness was full directed to those arms hugging her.

She became aware of something being repeated over and over again. A new pressure was trying to pull her away from this completeness. She resisted. She didn't want to return to before. She wanted to stay here in this place of peace and bliss where her lover enfolded her body with his, and they were one.

Something was being insistent, trying to tear her from her new home. Why would anyone be so cruel? They had no right to demand she leave. This was where she belonged. Why would anyone be so cruel?

"NURSE EDGRAM GET OFF THAT PATIENT!"

There was more pulling and tearing at her body. They were trying to drag her away, back to a place she never wanted to be. Didn't they understand? She didn't belong in their world. This was home. Right here.

"NURSE EDGRAM GET OFF THAT PATIENT!"

No, she refused to move. She would not leave. She felt John grab her tighter. He didn't want her to go either.

"NURSE EDGRAM GET OFF THAT PATIENT THIS INSTANT!"

She blinked back tears. Her consciousness returned to a lower realm. It was painful to look upon the drab colors and stark lines of the hospital room. She could make out the bloated ankles oozing over the white tennis shoes of Nurse Belinda King, the Big Nurse, Nurse Ratched herself. Oh god, Danielle realized, she was now totally fucked. Still her body felt paralyzed. She blinked some more.

She pushed a little to get some leverage, so that she could tilt her head up at John's face. His eyes were staring into hers. They were piercing blue and bore into her soul. Her pelvic floor dropped. Her pussy lips clenched involuntarily. If she wasn't so full with him, she might have peed right there. "Oh my god, John you're awake."

"NURSE EDGRAM YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF."

Danielle felt Belinda's hands on her body trying to furiously disentangle them, but she pushed those annoying hands away. John was awake! Was this a dream? She'd dreamed of waking him with a kiss.

"Hi." His voice was low and raspy. A faint smile hung around his lips.

She gulped and returned his smile. Blush rose up around her lips. "I'm so sorry, I mean, I didn't, do you..."

"FINE! I'M CALLING SECURITY." Heavy footsteps retreated. "SECURITY!" The curtain was torn aside. "SECURITY!" The door was slammed. "CODE GRAY!" The shouting receded.

Perfect bone-white teeth shone out from behind the small smile. His arms pulled her deeper into him. She didn't think it was possible. He thrust deeper and released another spurt of his seed into her womb. "Thank you." He tilted his neck and lowered his face to hers. He planted a soft, tentative kiss upon her upturned lips.

"I, oh no, you aren't like, you don't feel that, you know, oh god, I love you so much."

A dry chuckle escaped his lips, but the smile didn't waver. "I am glad you feel the same way." He let out a sigh and lowered his head back onto the pillow. "You found us." Another deep sigh followed. "We were so lost down there, but I couldn't leave her."

"Her?" Danielle couldn't think. What the fuck? Was he married to someone else? Did he love another?

"Oh." Again that dry chuckle parted his words. "My sister. She died. I went and got her." His voice trailed off. "At least until we got lost." He tightened his hug around her and then relaxed. "You feel so good."

Danielle smiled and kissed his chest. "You feel amazing, so awesome, oh god, I can't believe this is real, you can't imagine how long I've been dreaming of this for so long, oh my god, so long."

John frowned and turned his head to the door. "We don't have much time."

"Wha?"

"People are coming. Now that I've found you, I can't lose you. I need you. You are my anchor."

Danielle melted.

"You are my rock. My body."

Body? Danielle was a bit confused. In fact most of what John had been saying didn't make any sense. If this was another dream, she was going to be so depressed.

"Do you love me?"

Danielle bit her lip and nodded.

"I need to bind us together. The sacrifice of our virginity paid the toll, but we need to be one." His breathing was becoming labored, and Danielle was getting alarmed both at that fact and the banging on the door. "Do you trust me?"

How could she not? She'd given everything to be here now. "Yes."

"Do you promise to be my partner for life, to hold me dear above all else? Do you promise to give me your body and heart? Will you stand as a sanctuary for my body? Do you pledge your love, devotion, faith, and honor to me? Will you join your essence to mine?"

The biggest smile Danielle ever had blossomed over her entire face. She didn't care if this was a dream or not. She was going to be married to this perfect man. "Yes, I promise. I swear with my whole heart. I love you. I do!"

John smiled. "I name you my Estet in Body, my anchor to this life. I love you and pledge to do all in my power to keep us safe and happy in accordance with my obligation as your master, liege, and partner. Neither death nor life shall part my obligation to you."

Blackness blossomed around them. It circled their huddled bodies. Strange crawling glyphs slithered in the air. She could only make them out as something darker than the gloom of the room.

Boom. She felt different. She just wasn't sure how. "What's going on John? Are we married? That was really weird but romantic."

His body was losing some of its rigidity. His penis was shrinking; his arms slackened their grip on her body. His voice was distant. "We don't have much time, and I am using everything I have to keep my sister here. You need to get us to the head of the Appalachian Trail at Greenwater Brook." He gasped, and his eyes were closed. "There's a large ash tree." He took several shallow breaths. "Before dawn." He nodded off.

Part of her resisted this whole scenario, but the afterimage of the black writing was still burned into her eyelids. Every time she blinked she saw them. Plus she felt powerful, more alive somehow, and closer to John. She could feel him like an echo, right there, one step behind her.

A powerful set of hands clamped onto her arms and ripped her off John. She screamed in pain like a baby crying at being taken from the comfort of her mother's womb. Her whole body ached for him to be in her. Her pussy vibrated with need. Any pain she'd felt had disappeared the instant she'd agreed to John's vows.

She was being dragged down the hallway by two security guards. They were meatheads, all square jaw and no neck. She didn't know their names. She'd never seen them before. They were huge and didn't mind that they were dragging a half-naked girl through the coma ward. True, being the coma ward, the halls were usually empty. Her sneakers squeaked against the white linoleum tiles. The guards were silent.

As they dragged her around the corner, she saw two men emerge from the fire escape exit. The alarm didn't go off as it should have. The men didn't glance her way but instead pushed the door to John's room open. She lost sight of them as she was hauled to the nurse's station.

Amber and Belinda were there as well as the neurologist on call and someone she didn't know. The guards held her firm. Her legs dangled on the ground exposing her pussy. The best she could do was struggle to a kneeling position. At least it helped to cover her vagina. The neurologist and an unknown man quietly appraised her like you might a cut of meat. She knew the neurologist was a creep.

Belinda dove right on in, ignoring Danielle's present state. "This is Doctor Goodall, Head of Emergency. I already told them both what you were doing."

Danielle wasn't really listening. She'd been working through what the bond with John entailed. The more she looked at the black glyphs crawling across the back of her eyelids, the more they conveyed their meaning and obligation to her. What's more, if she looked at someone like Belinda or Amber, she could see their aura? She'd expected auras to be multicolored. Whatever she was seeing was uniformly gunmetal grey. And then she saw one of the grey auras waltz past without a body. She blinked.

"HELLO? AREN'T YOU ASHAMED OF YOURSELF?" Belinda was screaming again. Her face was a livid mask. "YOU LITTLE WHORE."

The guards continued to hold her in iron grips. Amber's face rotated through several different emotions: shock, awe, shame, and sadness. Both doctors seemed like they had no clue what to do. In fact, Danielle was sure they were both trying to figure out what to do with their raging hard-ons.

John had said he'd traveled 'below' to retrieve his sister, and Danielle was his body. Estet? Partner? Bound together. Yes she felt that deeply. His body, she sort of understood what that might mean. She'd watched over his body for thirteen months. He was her first job out of school. She watched him every night. She cared for his every need. How could she not be his body? What did he mean about being lost? Getting his sister from somewhere? God yes, their lives were joined now. She felt it.

The image of the two men entering John's room entered her mind. One was tall, pale, and beautiful. The other short, ruddy, and fat. Through her bond with John, she sensed he was in danger.

"Those men! There are men in John's room. You have to go help him!" she screamed out, twisting about in the iron grips. No one was responding the way she needed them to.

Well that wasn't true. Several of the grey auras that lacked bodies were clamoring to her. They hovered around, hungry and needy. "Yes take them." She was now talking to the auras? No, she realized, they were ghosts. They were coming into clearer focus now. Of course, she realized, ghosts that responded to her need. She recognized several patients who had died here. "Please, help me!" She began to wiggle and pull at the grips holding her.

The security guards grunted as she picked up momentum. One was thrown off balance. The other cursed and stumbled. The ghosts swarmed over their bodies, fueled by her need and her command. All the ghosts wanted was to walk again, to feel the world one last time. She offered them that. One of the black letters swimming behind her eyelids flared. A ghost dove into each of the security guards' bodies. She directed more of them to take control of Belinda and the two doctors and spared her friend Amber.

"Get out of here Amber," she said standing up. The ghosts struggled with their possessions, but the flaring black glyph gave them something. She felt it leaving her and entering the ghosts. "Forget this," she looked around at the entire ward. "Go get me more!" The remaining ghosts eagerly leapt to her command and disappeared into the other rooms around the ward. Soon doors to rooms began to shudder open and long-comatose patients walked on shaky limbs toward John's room.

She decided to use the patients as an opening salvo, although she didn't like it. A part of her revolted morally against sacrificing the patients to whatever danger John faced, but a greater part of her felt protective of her man. Besides, the greatest chance of minimal damage would be with overwhelming numbers.

* * * * *

The tall man grinned down at the kid asleep in bed. "This is almost too easy." He rubbed his hands in glee.

The short man grunted. "I'll buy it when I see it."

"Oh don't be like that. We'll divvy him up fifty-fifty and be better for it. Do you feel the power radiating from this kid?"

The short man shook his head. "Yeah, a big pain in the ass if it came to it, but it won't will it?"

"Odd to find an Awakened in the coma ward." The tall one rubbed his smooth chin. He kicked the side of the bed. "And for the newly Awakened to be asleep."

The short man grunted. "Are we going to stand around with our dicks in our hands? I'm hungry and want a fuck tonight."

The tall man chuckled. "You horny little bastard. You shouldn't abuse your familiar so."

"Shut the fuck up." The short man walked over to John's face and gave it a few slaps.

John blinked a few times, and slowly turned his head toward the pain. "Hi." His voice was barely a whisper.

"Look at that, boy wonder decides to wake up now." The short one gave John another slap. "Hello there, fuckface."

The tall man shook his pale head and took a seat on the other side of John. "Listen," he scratched his forehead. "It's like this. You've awakened to the magical world." The tall man paused to see how the Awakened was taking it.

John rolled his head to the other side to look at the nicer, taller man. "Hi."

"Oh jimmety fuck me up the ass." The short man ran both hands through his face. "Can I do this already?"

"One moment, please. I like at least telling them before we do it. It seems only proper."

"You and your fucking propriety is keeping me from getting fucked and is going to get us fucked proper someday."

The tall man held up a finger to his companion. "Don't you start with me." He lowered his head to stare directly at the shorter man. "We've had a productive partnership these past decades. Do you want to jeopardize that now?"

The short man gestured for the tall man to hurry the fuck up.

"Now, where was I?" The tall man nodded. "Oh yes, you've awakened to a whole new world. This world has a different set of rules but works just like the one you knew before. You see —" The tall man laid the back of his forefinger on John's cheek, "There are predators and prey. We are the predators, and you are the prey."

"Yes, thank you," John said to neither of the men. He made a tiny backhanded gesture toward the door with his right fingers. The lock and hinges of the door began to rust. John's eyes dropped and his muscles went slack before jerking back. By the looks of him, his body was long since spent. He smiled.

"Yes, well usually our victims don't smile. You see we are going to drain all your power from you and leave you a dried-out husk." The tall man frowned and glanced toward where John was looking.

"What is it?" the short man asked.

"Well, I thought I sensed"— the tall man frowned — "Well damned if it isn't hard to make out. Is there another Awakened nearby?"

The short one whirled as the door to the room fell inward with a huge explosion of sound. His fingers worked fast, conjuring snot-yellow flames. The fire swirled around his upraised hands.

The first of the possessed coma patients emerged from the hallway: a stick-thin man hobbling on legs that wouldn't bend at the knee. With a gleeful smile, he opened his mouth and moaned.

The short man whipped his hands forward, and yellow flames hurled through the air. They landed with a wet splat over the coma patient's chest and arms. Where they touched, flesh withered and rotted. Instead of dying out, they found sustenance on living flesh and spread until the patient's entire body was engulfed. The flames ignored inorganic substances, so the room itself was spared.

The tall one clapped. "Crude but your hellfire has its uses." The tall one turned back to John. Pale gossamer lights twinkled into existence over John's body like a thousand lightning bugs hovering in the night sky. However, he didn't get much further with the ritual.

"He won't stop. What the fuck!" The short man was backpedaling away from the still-approaching coma patient. True, the coma patient's flesh was now mostly rotted and gone, but that didn't seem to bother the ghost animating the body. In fact, it represented a hazard to the short man, as the coma patient was now a walking, heat-seeking hellfire missile. "CHAZ!! WALL!!" Behind the walking hellfire torch, two more patients emerged from the doorway.