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*This is a RE-UPLOAD with extended scenes.

Trigger Warnings: Themes of death, demonic activity, and non-consensual scenes.

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There it is again.

It would start in the pit of my stomach; those butterflies he used to give me. They bounced all around before coming together in a tight ball that sent dread coursing through my limbs. It's the gradual build up to what would lead to a powerful orgasm, but I was horrified at its introduction.

"Not again, I can't do this again!"

The butterflies, they'd rise to my beating heart and pump blood through my veins so quickly it was like a heart attack that would undoubtably claim my life, but I've gone through these enough times to know it was worse than that. I tried to sit up and go to the bathroom, find something to distract me from the urge, but he's kept me pinned on the bed and sang sweet words into my ear.

"Sara, you feel so good..."

I kept refuting him as if the outcome will change, but the resistance only increased his advances. Knowing how stubborn he was, this had to be some sort of power play to prove how much I still loved him. How he knew what was best for me and that I do want this- whether I was certain or not.

I helplessly stared up at the ceiling with pitiful whimpers. Arms bound above my head and legs spread wide, I called for my lover. "Oh God...please," the butterflies were long gone and in their absence was a flame that they set off inside me. It burned so hot; I could feel the heat all over my skin. I could smell my own sweat as it beaded off my forehead. "It hurts. It hurts so much..."

He hushed me with darkness coating his words, and with what felt like a cool lick going from my collarbone to my earlobe, my hips snapped.

They arched up from the bed so high you'd think I had become paralyzed by my own orgasm. The rush of the climax was simply that hard that I couldn't fight it anymore. I clung to the bed sheets with my eyes bolted shut; my jaw was almost unhinged as I screamed through the pleasure.

Breaking out into a sob, I cried, "O-oh fuck, I can't stop!"

"Good girl..."

He sounded tired, like he just came too, but he's eager for me to go on. Before I could recover from my first climax, I'm flipped over to my stomach and the sensation of a circular object is pushed past the tight rim of muscles in my asshole. Cool touches grip onto my hips as he begun to rock.

"Not yet! I'm not ready!" I tried crawling away, reaching for the headboard for some leverage over this one-sided fight, but I was caught off guard when I felt a second set of icy hands massage my breasts whilst the first pair were still planted at the hips. His fingers toyed with my pink nipples, rolling one between his thick digits.

"Hah!" I gasped, his tounge caressing the other nipple, even though he was still fucking my ass. This was all abnormal; I could feel him consuming my entire body in ways that a human could never, but I had already known that. Even so, the reminder always startled me.

The need to cum overpowered me again and I gave up the fight before it truly began.

"Fuck me harder. If you're gonna keep doing it, might as well do it good- AH!"

He didn't find humor in my back talk, so a third set of hands went to my throat and squeezed. His cock had grown bigger and moved quicker; his hairy balls slapped violently against my sensitive clit.

"Here it comes. Take all of me..."

Unlike his icy hands, the seed he shot inside my asshole signed my insides. I was left clinging to life as my heart stopped for just a second, learning to accommodate his heavy load.

"Sara," he collected his breath with a smile coating his words, "I love you..."

He always pushed me over my limit, just as he has done since his death. If he didn't let up, this guy would turn out to be the death of me as well. My true love and my first ever heartbreak: Patrick Sexton.

Patrick grew up being made fun of for a lot of things, including his name.

"Patrick, like that dumb starfish? So, you're just a fat pink blob with rocks for brains!"

"Sexton? That's funny, 'cause you'd be the last person to get a ton of sex!"

Our high school bullies weren't very clever. But, it still bothered me how much they teased him. I knew how it felt to be discriminated against. Before high school, I was the black sheep of the class with acne, a chubby body, and round glasses. Through peer pressure, I would makeup every day, starve for hours, and never wear my glasses- which cost me a lot of trips to the nurses' office. But Patrick never changed.

When I first spoke to him during our study break, one of the first things he asked me was, "You're not doing this because you feel sorry for me, right?"

"No! Of course not!"

"You don't need to lie. I know I'm a freak to them, but I don't care. At least I'm not boring," he swiped on his tablet to find his favorite manga, "They're lame to always talk about me and have nothing to say about their own lives. Wanna read with me?"

We sat in the cafeteria reading together every break since then, and from there I learned he was part of the anime club, and then I met his best friends: Robin and Caspian. In a matter of weeks, I went from a try-hard popular girl to embracing my true self again.

"Wow Sara, you really look amazing!" people would say after I embraced my natural beauty, regained my body fat, and I wore glasses again. The same people who taunted me were now praising me; I assumed it was in part of their fear of Patrick who by then made it clear he wasn't afraid to be suspended to defend my honor.

Patrick and I spent four wonderful years together as high school sweethearts, but we never made love until after we graduated.

"Sara, what are you doing?"

We were cuddling in his bed one night while we tried to watch a movie but being so close to him made me notice how much he had matured. His round face had finally chiseled and the mustache he wanted so badly had arrived tenfold, completely bushy with a beard and sideburns attached. My sweet woodsman, I would joke.

You wouldn't think he'd be such a sensitive guy, because when I planted kisses on his face and chest and rubbed his penis over his clothing, he was getting wet on the spot. I giggled when I felt it through the fabric of his boxers.

"Wait! I don't wanna cum yet. Not like this." He threw away the blanket covering the two of us, laid me down on my back and said, "Let me take care of you..."

I told him I loved him five times that night.

But now, he's dead.

"Over a stupid drunk driver!" Robin slammed her drink on the table. She wiped her tears away with her sleeve and said, "I can't believe you're not angry right now."

"I am," I said, "It's just hard for me to show my emotions."

"You're better than me, because I show all my feelings!"

I kept in touch with Robin after Patrick died. She was a good person. A little eccentric, but a good person. I only cried that night when I got the phone call, and a little tear went down my cheek when I was told it'd be a closed casket, but nothing more. Robin invited me for drinks the evening after the funeral.

"Do you want me to stay over? We could play some games, watch a movie."

I shook my head, "No, I'd rather just be alone."

"We could also, you know..." Robin lowered her voice, "Call him again."

I loved my boyfriend, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.

Something you should know about our friend group: we were into dark shit- including the occult. Caspian introduced it to us, and when I told him Patrick died, he came up with the idea to call for him. He had a Ouija board at his house, and he drove down to meet me and Robin to perform a séance. With this ritual, we'd be able to contact Patrick from the dead.

Caspian conducted the séance. We all had our hands on the planchette.

"Are we currently speaking with Patrick Sexton?"

Our hands gravitated towards the YES option on the board.

"Patrick, this is Caspian. I am with Sara and Robin. Do you know who we are?"

Our hands stayed on the YES. I heard Robin swallow.

"Can I ask a question?" I said. Caspian nodded. Taking a deep breath, I asked, "Patrick, are you in any pain?" Our hands lingered on the YES for a few seconds before gradually moving to the opposite end of the board.

"I sensed hesitation," Caspian muttered, "Patrick...are you at peace?"

Our hands stayed put.

"These are stupid questions," Robin said, "Can't you ask more specific ones?"

Caspian pursed his lips, "You're welcome to try."

Robin sighed and let her own tears flow down her cheeks, "Patrick...Who killed you?"

"Robin!" I yelled, pulling my hand away from the planchette.

"What? You don't wanna know?"

"That's not appropriate! I'm sure we'll figure it out soon."

"But I wanna know who murdered him so I can kill that son-of-a-bitch myself!"

"Girls please," Caspian butted in, "I think it's best if we end this today. We could always try again another time."

I thought that would be the end of it. We did our little séance, and it would help bring some sort of peace to my heart and it did- for a few days. But right before the funeral, I thought I was dreaming about him. Those familiar feelings of arousal bubbling up in my stomach was haunting me.

I almost told him that I was too tired to play, but then I remembered he was gone. I would be talking to nobody, at least that's what I thought at the time. What I wasn't prepared for was that even if he was dead, he could still find a way to live.

"Sara."

"What the hell?" I whipped my head around, thinking the voices were coming from inside my closet, "Where are you?"

"I love you."

His voice was so clear, it was like he was speaking directly into my ears, but that was impossible. I called out to him again, my breathing picking up in a panic, too afraid to get up and check the closet for myself, but the response I got was more inhuman than I could've ever prepared for.

I was flipped onto my stomach, ass high in the air, and without anybody physically present, I felt my asshole widen to make room for a 10-inch cock.

I clawed at the sheets crying for help, but the invisible force pushed my face into the pillow. I was getting ass fucked by literal air. My panties were still on, my pajama shorts too, but going off the way I felt alone, I was being sodomized.

The veins in his cock pulsated as he approached his orgasm. It was astounding.

I reached up to fondle my breast, knowing that's the key that would help me cum. No matter the circumstances, Patrick and I knew that stimulating my nipples would always help me achieve orgasm. Groaning into the bed, I begged for mercy.

"God, please help. H-help me! I'm cumming!"

What would've been a gift to my body was turned into horror when I felt the rush of his cum fill up my ass.

No matter the location or the time, Patrick's ghost would fuck me. At his funeral, I was hunched over while his mother was speaking about how great of a son he was. He sure was great at eating me out- I knew that much. Robin rubbed my back telling me it was going to be alright.

She thought I was having terrible cramps, but I didn't have the balls to tell her the truth, even as we had drinks later that night. I could've told her I didn't want to call him again through the Ouija board again because since our first attempt, he's been toying with me, screwing it whenever he wanted to. But I was afraid.

I took a year off school in the hopes that this would all go away, but it seemed to get worse. Now, I don't want to wait any longer to start college. I decided community college would be best for me since it'd be near home, less money, and I wouldn't feel obligated to hang out with people as much and risk my secret being revealed. Patrick and I were always together when he was alive. But now that he's dead, I couldn't stand him.

I needed to get help.

Caspian picked up the phone immediately when he saw my name.

"Sara! How are you doing? Everything okay?" he already sounded concerned.

"Hey umm, remember when we did the séance last year?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay. Because I think something went wrong..."

Caspian and I weren't very close like he was with Patrick. You could describe him as that guy who could've fit in with any clique in high school, yet he chose us. He was always loyal to us. Even though we weren't speaking much after that ritual, he still drove down to see me and make sure I was okay.

"I'm surprised I'm the first one you told and not Robin," was Caspian's initial reaction when I addressed my strange problem.

"Robin is a wildcard," I sighed, "I don't know whether she'd have my back or tell me I'm going crazy with grief, and I'm just not ready to deal with it."

"Yeah, I get it, but I believe you," Caspian took his Ouija board out of his backpack, "Hopefully, reaching out to him will help fix things."

The two of us performed the séance again, this time with a plan.

Our mission: Send Patrick's spirit out of my body.

"Are we currently speaking with Patrick Sexton?"

YES

"This is Caspian speaking. I am with Sara. Do you know who we are?"

YES

"Are you in any pain?"

...NO

"Are you at peace?"

NO

Looking at those bold black letters, I found myself frowning deeply. After all this time, his soul was still suffering. I wanted to speak up, but Caspian told me not to.

"Last time, everyone had a chance to talk, but I think that's where I went wrong," his face scrunched with guilt, "I'm the one who controls the conversation. Any questions you have could be said through me."

"That makes sense. Could you tell him this then?"

I whispered my question thinking that wouldn't disturb the process.

Caspian shut his eyes and directed his attention to the spirit world, "Patrick, are you inside of Sara at this time?"

The planchette was stagnant.

"I...I don't get it," I said. I yanked my hand away and jumped up, shaking it like I had touched a hot stove, "I could hear him. I swear to God. Every day, I hear his voice!"

"Have you considered another possibility?" Caspian approached me, sensing my fear, "Maybe the Patrick you knew and the one inside you aren't the same."

"But..."

"I'm not saying he's not your boyfriend," Caspian stressed, "Just that we are unaware of what the spirit endures after death, but I would think as a spirit, one would be all-knowing and powerful. That would mean he was kind to you now, but knowing he could treat you as he wants with no consequences...maybe he's-"

The planchette shifted. We heard it move and looked at the board.

YES

I felt my head grow dizzy and I grabbed Caspian's arm, "I can't do this..."

"It's okay," he replied, "I'll pack it up, but let's say goodbye first."

We sat back down to close off our session with Patrick's ghost.

"My dear friend, Patrick Sexton, we thank you for your time and presence at our table. Sara and I wish you everlasting peace in the afterlife and grant us blessings that someday we too will be where you are in Heaven or Heaven equivalent."

My stomach churned once he finished talking, and it blossomed into a hot sensation that was spreading through my body. "Cas..."

"Hmm?"

"It's happening again..."

Ecstasy has become my worst fear. I'm Patrick's ragdoll when I'm horny, thrown left and right for his entertainment.

"You need to leave!" I yelled.

"You don't want me to help?"

"You CAN'T help!" I stepped away from my friend, "If what we just did wasn't successful, then what else could we do?" I dropped to my knees, "Oh fuck!"

I never knew that Caspian could become even more pale than he already was, but when he truly understood how serious my situation was, he was drained of color immediately. Caspian stumbled when rushing to fold up his Ouija board and shoved it in his bag, blowing out the candles, and turning on the lights. He threw the bag far away from us, but not before grabbing a small vial he kept in a pocket. He removed the cap and started splashing it on me.

If I told Robin that Caspian threw holy water on me screaming, "The power of Christ compels you!" while I writhed over the floor, she'd have a laughing fit.

Patrick wasn't letting go of me though. He felt stronger than ever, his dick pumping in and out of my pussy with endless stamina. My legs were wide open and bent off the floor. I wanted to cover my face in shame, but he wouldn't let me. He kept my arms spread open so Caspian could witness my full degradation.

Caspian wasn't afraid, nor did he look disgusted with me. When he completed the vial, he ran to my side and took my hand.

"I don't know what to do, Sara...," he trembled, "But I'll be with you all the way."

I wanted to tell him thank you, but when I opened my mouth Patrick stuffed his cock in there too, with his cock also invading my pussy. Caspian kept his eyes closed but was unable to block out the sounds of my gagging, crying, and eventual climax.

I took a warm bath afterwards, scrubbing deep around my private areas until they burned pink. The only cum I could feel was my own. Although Patrick loved cumming in me, never left evidence of his crime, which made my ordeal even more confusing to explain to people. At least Caspian understood.

He waited for me in my bedroom, sitting quietly on my bed, probably wrapping his head around what he just experienced. When I came out, I could sense that he wanted to keep a calm face to not add to my shame, but he blushed when he saw me in my white tank top and fluffy pink shorts. I forgot to put on a bra under the top, so I knew he could see my wet nipples bleeding through the fabric, but at this point that was the least of my worries. My dark hair was wet and curly, retracted up to my shoulders. With the heat of the bath, my cheeks made me look like I was blushing at him too.

"Do you wanna watch something?" I said.

"Sure."

We binged a season of MoonPhase and argued about the plot. Caspian ranted that the lead character, Celeste, shouldn't have the ability to time travel without the magical moon rock while I argued that she could because her love for Dr. Rocket could go beyond the grand order's rules.

"Besides, I think Dr. Rocket was born on the moon."

"Get the fuck outta here!"

"It makes sense though, doesn't it?!"

We shared popcorn Caspian made in my microwave and a couple of sodas. We stayed snuggled up together for hours, then we took a nap. When I woke up, it was thunder storming outside.

"Cas?" I mumbled, opening my eyes to his broad, hairy chest in my face. I lightly tugged on one of the hairs. It woke Caspian up and while wiping the drool off his chin he asked what time is was.

"7 p.m"

"Damn, didn't think I'd stay that long."

"I know you wanted to leave earlier."

"No, I could stay for the night," Caspian said, "I like it here, if you don't mind."

For the first time since my boyfriend passed away, there was a fluttering in my heart that didn't make me feel afraid. I looked into Caspian's eyes which were such a bright blue that they could pierce into your soul. But I wasn't scared. Being with him didn't make me scared anymore. I smiled warmly at my friend, "Stay as long as you like."

I decided to call up Robin, showing her through video chat that Caspian was sleeping at my house for the night.

"If I knew he was coming, I would've been there to say hi!"

"Would you really?" a second girl popped into Robin's frame.

"Well, if it didn't interrupt our date."

"I would say the rainstorm already did that for you guys," Caspian said.

"Not really!" the second girl grinned, "We spent all day at the mall. We're leaving now!"

"Yeah, no raindrops are gonna kill this love!" Robin kissed the girl.

"Eww" I scrunched my face, jokingly.

"Don't be a hater," Robin smiled warmly at me, "...I'll text you later, okay?"

We waved goodbye and Caspian and I went on to reminisce on better days. He was especially fond of the memories he had with my boyfriend, how he and Patrick would help with club events and try to bulk up to get more muscular bodies. Caspian said Patrick beat him in that department.