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"Yeah, we were bros in every way...Sara?" Caspian caught me crying, "Is this too much for you?"

"No, I want you to bring him up. I'd rather that than forget him," I sniffed, "but it's not even about Patrick. I just think...we all had such bright futures and his was cut short, and mines...I feel like I'm in so much pain."

"Sara..."

"Patrick and I wanted to go to university, but that's impossible now. He's dead and I'm...like this! How stupid would I look having uncontrollable orgasms in class?"

Caspian hugged me. "I don't know what to say, but I'm sorry..." he whispered, "When he passed, I didn't know what to do with myself. When I saw how beat up he was, it was so traumatizing. I couldn't believe that was him, but sometimes it still haunts me...I thought if we did the séance that would give you some peace, but I'm a liar, I did it more for myself..."

I leaned back to look Caspian in the eyes, "It's okay, we can all be a little selfish sometimes, right?"

"But my selfishness started this whole thing; now you're being hurt by him. If I had left you alone, you could've grieved properly like you deserve."

Caspian was there when I was having my breakdown earlier, and I wanted to return the favor. I took his hand in mine and said, "There's no telling what would've happened if you didn't intervene. You didn't plan on this happening either, so I don't blame you. It's not your fault."

My friend gave me a longing expression, one that a guy probably shouldn't give to their dead friend's ex. "There's so much I wanted to tell you, Sara. About that night, but I covered it up with some stupid ritual. I ruined your life..." My hands went up to his face and wiped away his tears with my thumbs.

"No Cas, if anything, you're saving it."

Patrick and I waited a long time before we had sex. We had a first kiss, went on several dates, grinded against one another like the horny teenagers we were. But we never fucked until after graduation. Sometimes I would think, maybe we should've done it sooner because not long after we lost our virginity together he died, and perhaps this demonic fucking we do now is him making up for lost time.

I was tired of waiting for a better tomorrow, hoping that life will return to the way it was because it would never be. So, am I wrong to adjust to the present? I had so much pain, too much to bear alone, and Caspian was there for me. I never even saw Caspian in that way before, but I was so desperate for a touch that didn't find joy in my pain. A lover who would respect my boundaries again. Somebody that I trusted.

The rain went on and the thunder grew louder as the television played softly in the background, and I blocked it all out to listen to Caspian's beautiful gasp as he entered my pussy.

"You're so tight, Sara."

"Am I your first?"

"No...," he shivered, "But I never felt this good inside a woman!"

We went slow at first, keeping our focus on each other. I think Caspian was more nervous that he cared to admit, he furrowed his eyebrows and kept his hands on the back of my thighs, methodically thrusting in me- making sure not to hurt me.

"Keep going," I moaned, "I want it."

"Can I go faster?"

"Yes."

His pace wasn't quick enough for me. He could go faster if he wanted to, but I think he was still unsure of my boundaries, so I took the reins and flipped us over, so he was on his back while I rode him.

"Oh God...," Caspian kept repeating, going under my white tee to massage my breasts. He pinched one of my nipples which sparked a fire in me. I gyrated my hips forward and rested my hands on top Caspian's chest, loving the way his blond hairs would tickle my palms. "Keep doing that, pull my nipples, Cas!"

"Like this?" he tugged again.

I squealed, tightening my walls around his shaft, "Fuck yes!"

Only one more tug and I was sent flying to Heaven; I threw my head back and let my curls whip behind me as my orgasm shattered my sanity. Caspian was moaning too, but I didn't feel him cum yet.

"Now it's my turn..." He took me to my bedroom window and pressed me up against the cool glass so we both had a view of the rustling trees that were being blown in the wind by the thunderstorm. The streetlights were flickering, and I could spot a river of dirty rainwater flowing down a sewer. All that noise wouldn't alert anyone of the loud slapping, moaning, and dirty words we exchanged.

Caspian kept ahold of my wrists while he fucked my ass, happily growling at the sight of my tan ass cheeks slamming up against him.

"Tell me who this ass belongs to."

"You, Cas."

"What was that?"

"This ass is yours!"

I felt like I was betraying Patrick by saying that, but the moment got the better of me and with all the time fearing for my safety, I gave myself permission to stop worrying and that Patrick- despite all that he's done-would still want me to move on.

Caspian had so much more to give, and I was ready to offer all of myself to him.

We returned to the bed where he pried my cheeks apart while slowly fucking my ass. The slow pace was just as sexy as us going fast because I could lie down and absorb everything. Taking in the way the tip of his cock popped right back into my ass, and the shaft would open my hole so wide I felt the urge to push him back out.

Caspian paused and said, "Damn girl, you're so fucking sexy" and then kept going.

"I feel like I'm gonna die from this gorgeous ass..." he kept going.

"I love you, Sara..." and kept going. I let him have it all.

I was mewling in bliss after I had cum three more times over the course of our fucking. I felt like a wild animal. That's what we were to each other: primitive creatures, forgetting all worries, and taking all the stress that we've carried on our mortal bodies out on each other.

I couldn't imagine the pain Caspian had suffered upon losing Patrick. I never even asked him how he felt during it all. I only cared about myself. To think, seeing how unrecognizable your friend looked after a car crash must've been...

But, at Patrick's funeral, his casket was closed. There was no wake. Not even his mother saw his face after the accident. How would Caspian know?

"I'm gonna cum so hard. Can I cum inside?"

All the unbridled joy I had in my body had shut down.

"Caspian."

"Yes baby?"

"How did you know what Patrick looked like after the crash?"

Caspian's libido died down when I said that. "Because...He got hit by a drunk driver. They caught the guy after the funeral, you know that."

"But you told me you SAW his face. We could assume he was messed up, but you said it traumatized you when you looked at it," I made Caspian pull out of me so I could turn and face him. "So, how did you see it? Were you there?"

"Sara, I-I wasn't..."

"Caspian, when you lie, you stutter a lot. Patrick told me that. So, if you lie to me now," tears welled up in my eyes, "I know you never cared about me..."

"Jesus Christ, Sara. Why are you accusing of shit?!" he panicked, "They caught the guy, and now you're thinking I killed Patrick?"

"I never said you did," I clarified, "But now that you mention it, that is a good question. Did you kill Patrick?"

Caspian stood up and grabbed at his sweaty long hair, "Do you really think that little of me, Sara? I didn't kill him. They caught the fucking guy!"

"Then why bring it up in the first place?!"

Deep down, I didn't want to accuse Caspian, I didn't even believe he could take part in murder. What he said wasn't just suspicious, but it could've been the key to figuring out why Patrick's ghost kept haunting me. It made me wonder: was Patrick trying to keep me to himself because he knew Caspian and I would get together?

Caspian turned his back on me and inhaled deeply. When he exhaled, I could hear his voice crack. "I brought it up because, I guess I feel guilty, for my part in it..."

"What part?"

"That night, we were driving together. He was the driver, and I was in the passenger seat," Caspian crossed his arms, still avoiding me, "Us guys, we like to egg each other on. Dare one another on things 'cause it's funny. So, when we drove, I told him to speed through a red light because no cars were coming. He said no. I told him, 'It's not a big deal unless you're too pussy for it' Patrick had just gotten his license too- fuck!"

I had a feeling that I knew where this was going, but I let him continue.

"He sped past the first one and then I dared him to do another. He wanted to stop, but I said, one more time and I promise I'll stop. What the hell was wrong with me? Anyway, he did it, because he trusted me. There weren't any cars when we were there, I swear to God! But right as we passed that third red light...well, you saw the images."

A tear dropped down my cheek, "Oh my God..."

"Yes, a drunk driver hit us. He should have been paying attention to the red lights on his end, but we were no better. If we followed the rules, we would've never crossed his path. But I had to just push it!" Caspian whipped around with red eyeballs, "If I wasn't there, he would still be alive! And what's worse? When I saw his face...I ran away. I ran through the woods till I found his house that was just around the corner, got into my own car and drove the fuck home- like a good FUCKING friend!"

How do you talk after something like that? I didn't know how to. I just sat there, minutes after I came to this guy only to find out he was there when Patrick died. Not just there, he was an accomplice. Yet when I stared into Caspian's face, I could tell he was remorseful. My hatred of him burned outside of my skin, but I still loved him.

"Don't put it all on yourself," I said, "Patrick drove that night. If someone told me to pass a red light, I would stand by my decision and say no and that would be the end of it. You and Patrick both took risks, but the same risks that you made and ended in tragedy, some other idiots are doing right now and coming out the other end just fine. You couldn't have known. You're still a good friend...you were just scared-"

Caspian locked his lips against my own and got back on the bed, lying me down. His tongue pushed past my lips, and we wrestled for a while before he pulled back.

"God...I fucking needed that."

"Cas wait!," I said between kisses, "I'm not in the mood."

"My dick is so hard though..."

"And you just told me something very intense! I forgive you, but I also need some time to think," I glared at him, "...I want you to go home tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Okay..." Caspian frowned, but it was then that his body towered over mines. He rested his hands above my bedrest and looked at me wide-eyed, panting.

"Cas, what the hell are you doing? I said leave me alone!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Yes, you are. Look at you!"

Caspian looked down at his form, "I-It's not me..."

"Shut up!" I barked, "Get off of me!"

He wouldn't do as I said, he was getting closer. Caspian used his left hand to take ahold of his still hardened shaft and lined it up with my entrance. He pushed inside.

"CAS!" I cried, "I told you...not to!"

"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!"

His right hand grabbed my throat and his left joined it, squeezing at it so hard I couldn't even look downward. I was forced to focus all my attention on the ceiling. Caspian thrusted deep in my pussy, going so much harder than before that our cum was heard sloshing all up in my pussy. I tried to pry him off my neck, but that familiar force pinned them down again.

"Sara, I don't wanna cum!" Caspian started hyperventilating, "But your pussy is sinking me in..." His cock felt engorged inside of me. He was normally about the same size as Patrick was, but this time his cock had gotten bigger- it couldn't have been no less than 13. My pelvis felt like it was tearing apart.

I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, unable to reply to him. Not having any ability to comfort him as he was experiencing Patrick's wrath. His hold was getting tighter and tighter, I was so afraid that any more force and he would snap my neck.

But he snapped first.

When Caspian's screams filtered the air, in my heart I knew...I just knew that Patrick had killed him. Those weren't screams of pleasure, but of death. That terrible realization that these are the last moments of your life and there's no way to stop it. Seeing your face collide with the pavement or a bullet aimed for your head, but Caspian's final sight would be on my possessed body sucking the life out of his own.

His hands went limp, and I could finally swallow some air to breathe. Caspian was still inside of me, and his dick had reverted to normal.

"Cas? Are you okay?" I didn't think he was okay at all, but I had to make sure. He lifted his head up and looked down at me, but his eyes were...different. The piercing blues I sought comfort in earlier were switched to neon red. They glowed in the darkness with malicious intent. He grabbed my thighs and thrusted in me once more.

"Does this feel like Caspian?" the man snarled in a voice that was deeper than the pits of Hell, somehow echoing in my room, "Does my cock bring little satisfaction to you?"

The Caspian I knew was dead, and I also realized that my body had free will again. I could move how I wanted to. There was no darkness from within. No, that darkness I felt was now looming over me.

"...Patrick?" If this was not Caspian, then it had to be Patrick. My boyfriend had been haunting me since his death, and now he possessed Caspian's body so we could be together. But the man chuckled, showing a set of sharp fangs inside Caspian's mouth.

"Patrick Sexton died. It is I who remains. The one which you seek, and the one who makes you cum..."

"That can't be!" I replied, "I heard his voice! He talked to me on the board!"

A long, slithering tongue appeared between his fangs and licked up from my navel to my jawline, "But couldn't a demon have the ability to lie? Do you deny one's power to disguise and manipulate?"

"Hng!" I turned my face away from the tongue, "This isn't real. It can't be real!"

"Your love for Patrick was a love for me. Your true lover from within," the monster split its tongue into two as it continued speaking, "Your grief thrills my senses. I've never had something so delicious..."

His tongues were trailing down to my nipples that were still perked. He made it harder by wrapping them with his rough appendages and pulling them far from my breasts. Caspian's skin was turning black, as was his long hair, his eyeballs, his penis...The true form of this monster was being unleashed.

"Now that I have a vessel, we are going to have so much fun together..."

"No...I beg you. Stop!"

I started crying, this beast was terrifying to look at, but he's been inside me more than anyone else has in my life. He knew all my sweet spots, the ways that make me tick and tugging on my nipples was the fastest way to get me to orgasm.

"Fuck you...fuck you..." I weeped, feeling ashamed from cumming on his cock.

The demon roared with excitement and pulled out of my pussy. He completed his transformation by unveiling his dark scales that glowed inside the darkening room. He enhanced Caspian's human penis into a 20-inch thorned cock.

"Ah!" I yelped, being flipped over on my stomach, exposing my ass to this monster who had just levitated me with his mind and moved me around like I was nothing but a human fleshlight.

I see...so this is it. This is where my life has led.

His cock rubbed my cum between my sopping wet lips, "A mortal's cunt is a prize among my realm...I cannot wait to feel its heat in full..."

He poked the head at my tiny entrance and I screamed, already feeling the burning sensation scorch my folds. He hushed me, tracing his talons down my torso, "Don't deny me of this, human...You said forever, did you not?"

When I thought it was Patrick, I did. When I thought I had no choice, I did.

"I'm gonna die!" I sobbed.

"Die?" the demon blinked curiously, "I would never do that to you. No...you're not one I'd throw away just as I've entered the human world. That would be ridiculous..."

A drop of blood came from under my ribs from the sharpness of his nails, "You'll love it, you will see. We will thrive together..." he pushed at my entrance again and managed to sink just a micro-inch in. So hot...so dirty...but my body, however possible, was getting used to it.

I backed up into his length, "Fuck me..." even though I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it.

I really didn't.

He took that as consent and pushed further, expanding my pelvis to a degree no regular human could withstand. He had to have still controlled me, because I could never cum on such a disgusting cock when it's less than halfway in.

"Exciting, isn't it..?" He growled down my neck. No more were the icy touches; every feeling was one of pure Hell. "I'll make you scream forever..." My body took him in willingly as it thrusted itself against him with a vicious hunger that would never be tamed. Somehow, my body could withstand 19 of his 20 inches. That was impossible; but it happened anyway, is this how it works when you're incredibly aroused? It was like being ripped from the inside, and I was scared through it all.

Despite my loud moans for the demon's brutal fucking, I was still so scared. Not because I could die, but rather what would become of me if I lived.

"Sara...I love you."