{"sf1_id":1636907,"sf2_id":"Vm2kkYNn","title":"Always on my mind","author":"Valcyrie","words":4479,"posted_at":"2020-10-09T00:45:07.000Z","tags":["Anal","Blowjob","Cock","Dark","Demon","Devil","Erotic","Female","Fucking","Ghost","Halloween","Horror","Human","Male","Male/Female","Mind Control","Non-Consensual","Oral","Rape","Riding","Rough","Rough Sex","Sex","Sexy","Story","Succubus","Supernatural","Vaginal","Wet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1636907-always-on-my-mind","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Vm2kkYNn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/68/31/68317344-fcca-4063-9752-fe9949c7c6b1","description":"Eep! So, first of all, so sorry for being late with this story. Days before it was due to be published (Oct 4th) a friend of mine was rushed to the hospital with a stroke, and at the same time I had a job interview and a cooking competition to prepare for (if I win it, I can become head chef), so I just didn't have time to push this out fast enough. But, better late than never! Part 2 of my spooktober stories will hopefully land finished 3 days from now on the 11th. Thank you for your patience!  \n  \nSo, this is the very first of my series of 5 spooktober dark erotica series. This time it's about ghost possession and mind control, as voted by my server. Gonna list the kinks below:  \n - Human species  \n - M/F interaction  \n - Dark Erotica  \n - Ghosts / Succubus  \n - Possession  \n - Mind control  \n - Non-con  \n - Rough sex  \n  \nIf this isn't your thing, don't read and spare me the nasty comments \\\u003c3 If it is your thing, snuggle down, listen to the rain and the howling wind, and enjoy the story by candlelight. And maybe, just maybe, my spirit will visit you too~ ;) And just to get you in the mood, this spooktober I'm doing a collab with no other than Draco Solis who's a musician and composer, and he will create a spooky soundtrack for each of my stories to go along with them. I suggest you let it play in the background on repeat as you read this story~  \n  \n**[Listen to Draco Solis' \"Something in the Shadows\" here \\\u003e\\\u003e](https://youtu.be/L-QsoQuxNHM)**  \n  \nStory of course belongs to me. I'm open for commissions!","content":"ALWAYS ON MY MIND  \n  \nFrom the very start they sat their foot in the new house, Jenny had had a bad feeling about the place.  \nBut it had been cheap, almost too good to be true, and Derek had been very keen on getting it  \nquickly before more bidders came in and could raise the price. Somewhat reluctantly, Jenny had  \nagreed. The place was old and mismanaged, it wasn't so very strange that it had given her a creepy  \nvibe. She had tried to push the feeling to the back of her mind and think rationally. Yet, it kept  \ngnawing at her almost every waking hour. As soon as she tried to relax or wasn't busy with  \nsomething, the feeling that something was not right came crawling back over her. Derek, on the  \nother hand, seemed rather unperturbed and was his same old self.  \n  \nWeeks turned into months and the slow, creeping feeling of the house only got stronger. Often when  \nwalking around the place, Jenny would feel watched and, despite having the windows open, a  \npungent smell of something old and rotten, like an old abandoned cellar, would linger in the house.  \nDerek always waved it off as old wood that needed fixing, and everything would be fine in time.  \nBut no matter how positive he was and excited to get the house in order, Jenny found she just  \ncouldn't share his excitement. Strange things also seemed to happen a lot around the house. Nothing  \nmajor, but still enough for Jenny to notice. Objects that kept shifting places, electric items that  \nwould turn on and off without explanation, stuff that would fall over or out of shelves. Derek  \nalways had an explanation, whatever it was. Forgetfulness, drafts from the open windows, old faulty  \nwiring… but Jenny had slowly but surely started to suspect something else. One autumn afternoon  \nas they snuggled up on the living room couch after work, Jenny decided to bring it up.  \n“Hey, Derek? You think… do you think this house is haunted?\"  \nDerek raised his eyebrows and looked at her.  \n“What?\"  \nJenny gave him a sharper look to show she was being serious.  \n“Do you think the house is haunted?\"  \nDerek shook his head and returned his attention to the TV.  \n“No, I don't believe in ghosts hun, and you know that.\"  \nJenny sat back and bit her lip. She had had a feeling that this was exactly what he would say. That  \nhe wouldn't take her seriously. She sat back in the couch, somewhat annoyed. Derek threw a quick  \nlook over at her, noticing her annoyance and decided to not poke further as to avoid the storm.  \nMeanwhile, Jenny thought for herself. Should she push the issue? Try and reason with him? Just  \nignore it and go back to pretending everything was normal? After a few seconds of tense silence she  \nlooked at him again.  \n  \n“I'm serious. I think this place is haunted. The smells, the feeling of being watched, plates and cups  \nfalling over… and this morning, I could swear I put my phone on the kitchen table while preparing  \ncoffee, I turned my back to it for just a few seconds and when I looked back, it was gone. Instead, I  \nfound it on the carpet in the living room, as if someone had dropped it.\"  \nDerek just gave a shrug at her while keeping his eyes on the TV.  \n“You probably did.\"  \n“I didn't mean that I dropp-\"  \nJenny just started when he cut her off, this time with annoyance in his voice.  \n“Who else would it be, Jen? No one was around but you!\"  \n“That's exactly my point!\" Jenny exclaimed and swept out with her arms in frustration. “If it wasn't  \nme, then who was it?!\"  \nBut Derek did not answer, instead only focusing harder on the TV. Jenny was getting really annoyed  \nwith him now and was just about to drop a bomb on him when there was a loud thud from the upper  \nfloor. Jenny looked up, and in the corner of her eye she saw Derek to the same, just more subtle. He  \nhad heard it too.  \n“What was that..?\" she asked.  \nDerek just shrugged.  \n“Something probably fell over.\"  \n“Well yeah!\"  \nJenny got up and moved towards the stairs, looking back at Derek who remained on the couch.  \n“Aren't you gonna look..?\"  \n“Do you have a window open up there? Probably...\"  \nJenny cut him off by an annoyed wave of her hand. If he wouldn't care, at least she would. Furious  \nat his wilful ignorance, she stormed up the stairs, turned to face the corridor, took a few steps  \nforward and looked into the bedroom. There, she stopped dead in her tracks. The bed – the big  \ndouble bed with wooden frame – was standing raised up against the wall. Jenny's heart started  \npounding. Something felt very, very wrong.  \n“D-Derek?\" she called. She could hear a mumbling reply from downstairs. Suddenly, a faint  \nwhisper was heard in her ear. Whatever it said was incoherent, but it was clearly a whisper. Jenny  \nfroze up where she stood, every nerve in her body on extreme high alert. And then an ice cold wind  \nswept by her, around every inch of her body and it felt as if her belly turned to ice. It was the most  \nhorrifying feeling Jenny had ever felt. Finally, her body suddenly started to obey her and she turned  \non the spot and ran down the stairs, screaming.  \nThat finally got Derek out of the couch and he came up to meet her. Jenny threw herself in his arms  \nand cried, shaking and trying to sob out a message in between her panicked breaths.  \n“Bed… against the wall… bedroom… she was there, she was there...\"  \nThen she stopped herself. She? How had she known that? Somehow, she just had. There was a  \nghost, and it belonged to a female.  \n“Who was there?\"  \n“I don't know… I just… I just… come, come up and look...\"  \nJenny was still sobbing as Derek slowly freed himself from her arms and walked up the stairs. She  \nfollowed him and saw him peek into the bedroom.  \n“See?\"  \n“See what?\"  \nJenny leaned in and looked. The bed was back on the floor, but the book on her night stand was now  \non the floor. Derek smiled and walked up to it, picking it up and holding it out to her.  \n“Here, this must have fallen over. You probably placed it on the edge, or something.\"  \n“Derek, I didn't-\"  \nBut he cut her off again by hugging her.  \n“No need to worry sweetie, there's nothing here.\"  \nBut as Jenny let herself be hugged, she felt a shiver travel down her spine. A creepy feeling of being  \nwatched again, and a strong sensation that this was far from over.  \n  \nA few weeks later, Derek had caught a cold and was home from work. It was a rainy, misty autumn  \nevening when Jenny was finally coming home as well. It was cold and dark, and she shivered  \ndespite wearing a coat. But as she was walking home from the bus and looked up at the house, it  \nwas strangely dark. It was already nightfall, and Derek should have at least a few lamps lit. Had  \nsomething happened? She sped up her steps, her feet splashing in the muddy wet gravel road  \nleading up to the house. As she hurried up the driveway, she had a tremendous sinking feeling in her  \nchest. Something was wrong, something was very, very wrong. She felt cold, her gut wrenched and  \nshe was almost about to stop and throw up. She leaned against the wall of the house outside the  \nliving room window just to catch her breath before continuing. That's when she saw them.  \nRight there, on the couch in the living room, was Derek. But he was not alone. The room was dark  \nand unlit, and while it was hard to see, she could clearly see a girl on his lap. Jenny froze for a  \nmoment, just staring in at them. She had been early home from work today, rushing home to help  \nher sick boyfriend, and this is how she was repaid? The girl was facing away from the window,  \nfacing Derek. She wore only a bra which was askew while her bare cheeks wiggled as she rocked  \nher hips, giving Jenny's boyfriend a good couch ride. Jenny started to boil. Snarling under her  \nbreath, she half ran up the stairs to the door, pulled it open and was inside the house in a matter of  \nmoments. She swept through the hallway like a stormwind and into the livingroom, where Derek  \nlaid on the couch, pretending to be asleep. The girl was mysteriously gone – she must have jumped  \nup and ran off when she heard the door being opened. But it was pretty obvious that what she had  \njust seen had happened, for Derek had a raging boner inside his boxers that stood up like a tent with  \na wet spot on top from the pre. Jenny lifted her hand to cover her nose. The room had a stench of  \nsewage, much like the old rotten cellar smell but ten times stronger. Had they been having anal sex?  \nIs that why Derek was cheating on her? He had wanted to dip into her rear plenty of times, but it  \nwas just not Jenny's taste. To her it was only uncomfortable. Had he found someone nearby that  \nliked it? Online perhaps?  \n“DEREK!\"  \nDerek woke up with a jerk and almost bounced out of the couch, half-ready to fight. He looked tired  \nand very confused. Had he actually been asleep?  \n“What the actual fuck is this about?!\"  \nJenny waived her arms around, but Derek just blinked at her as if not understanding what she was  \nreferring to.  \n“THE GIRL!\" Jenny screamed. “Who was the girl that was here?!\"  \nDerek still just blinked at her and looked around as if trying to spot whoever Jenny was talking to.  \nJenny let out a small roar of frustration and stormed onwards into the kitchen, the most obvious  \nescape route since she would have spotted the girl had she taken the corridor. In the kitchen was  \nalso the backdoor out to the patio. But the kitchen was empty, and the door closed and locked.  \nJenny looked around. The only other way was the door to the basement, but that was also locked  \nand had been since they moved in. Where had the girl gone? Still fuming with anger, Jenny started  \nto pull cupboards open to see if she was hiding under the sink or something, when Derek came into  \nthe doorway.  \n“J-Jenny? What are you doing? What is up?\"  \nJenny turned to him, red-faced with anger, pointing to his crotch.  \n“Who's the girl that was here? Where is she?!\"  \nDerek looked confused, then looked down at his own crotch.  \n“Oh.\"  \nHe seemed to blush. Jenny was fuming, waiting for him to finally admit to what he had done.  \n“I'm sorry Jen, I… I had a wet dream.\"  \nJenny was about to explode. Wet dream? Really? Was this the excuse he was going with?  \n“I saw her, Derek!\" Jenny almost spat as she talked, pointing right at him. “I saw you two on the  \ncouch, she was giving you a happy little bumpy ride!\"  \nDerek only looked even more confused.  \n  \nJenny hadn't spoken to him all day. Derek truly had no idea what she was referring to and no clue  \nabout who this stranger girl was. He was more confused than anything, but he knew better than  \npoking the hornets nest that now was his girlfriend. That night she went to sleep on the couch while  \nhe laid in the big double bed in the bedroom. It was unusually chilly that night, and Derek found  \nhimself shivering. He had closed the windows that Jenny stubbornly kept open, yet it felt cold as the  \ngrave in here. He pulled the blankets higher up and sighed. The wiring in the house was bad  \nenough, please don't say that the heating was giving up as well…  \nDerek suddenly woke up, realizing he must have fallen asleep after all. Someone was in the bed  \nwith him. He realized he had the blanket over his head and scrambled to pull it off of him, and as he  \ndid, his eyes fell on a naked woman's body, pale in the moonlight from the window. She sat on top  \nof him, straddling him and he looked up at her.  \n“Jen..? Jenny..?\"  \nShe didn't reply, but it sure was his Jen. She was looking down, her hair hanging in front of her  \nface. Her hips slowly rocked against his and he felt himself getting hard.  \n“Jen..? What are you..?\"  \nDerek let out a huff. As he was growing bigger and harder, the grinding against him felt so much  \nbetter. He could feel the slick wetness of her wet folds rub up and down his shaft and he felt himself  \nthrob against her. It wasn't the first time they would fight and then fuck to make up for it. Yet,  \nsomething felt off. It was a rather grave accusation she had made against him. Or was she now  \ntrying to show that she could be sexy too, that he didn't need a mistress? He was just about to talk  \nto her when she lifted herself up just a bit. Her fingers were cold as ice as they touched his shaft and  \nit caused him to gasp. Her touch was light and gentle as it always was as he felt her re-angle him  \nupwards. The tip slid between those heavenly folds of hers and he let out a shuddering gasp as he  \nfelt himself enter her. There she was anything but cold. She was very warm, wet and slippery. She  \nmust have worked herself up quite a bit to be so easy to slide into. He huffed as she slowly lowered  \nherself on top of him, inch by inch slipping into her and causing Derek to let out a groan.  \nAnd then she started to ride. First just slowly back and forth to ease him in, before the legs got  \nworking more to lift her up and down as well. Derek's hands landed on her shoulders and stroked  \ndown her sides before they landed on her hips. He looked up at her. God was she a beautiful sight.  \nHer slim, lean body, the pale skin shimmering like silver in the moonlight, her dark hair as a  \nwonderful contrast. Her shapely little tits with a perfect curve and big, perky nipples. She was any  \nguys dream, yet she was his. He couldn't help but admire her and his hands slowly slid back up her  \nsides to cup her breasts and gently massage them in circular motions as she knew she liked. He  \nslowly rocked and rolled his own hips with hers, groaning under his breath. It had been a long time  \nsince they had done this, he had almost forgotten the delightful feeling of the little throbs her pussy  \ngave around his shaft every time he hilted inside of her.  \n  \nSlowly but surely Jen got more and more wild with him. More powerful moves, more force in the  \nride, more erratic and fast movements. He slid in and out of her with ease and he was surprised how  \nrough she went on him. Jenny usually liked it more tender – her favourite was a form of snugglesex  \nwhere he was the big spoon, slipping into her from behind. She was leaning in over him now,  \nher hands on his shoulders, clawing at him. It was almost like fucking a wild beast and his cock  \nthrobbed excitedly inside her in response to the new experience. It was just then that it hit him, that  \nJen had not made a single sound this entire time. No moaning, no groaning, not even a shuddering  \nbreath. Suddenly he felt a heaviness in his throat, something was very, very wrong here.  \n“J-Jen..?\"  \nHe felt his cock throb inside her, already close to cumming. At the same time she went even more  \nrough on him. He let out a “Yeowch!\" as she clawed his shoulders and chest really hard, it almost  \nfelt as if she drew blood. At the same time she started smacking her hips against his so hard it made  \na loud sound for every time. He felt himself hilt fully inside of her and knew that this must not be  \npleasant for her. What was she doing? Some kind of self-harm sex in desperation to reclaim him?  \n“Jen, please, I-\"  \nHe lifted his hands off of her hips to pull her hair aside to see her face, and froze the moment he did.  \nHer mouth was agape and dark, a shallow breath panting from it. But her eyes was as black and  \ndark as the void. He felt himself tense up as an unnatural coldness started to spread from his belly  \nand outward. There was no doubt, Jenny's eyes were fully black, like gateways to the Otherworld.  \nDerek only managed to let out a squeaky frightened noise before he felt himself throb hard inside  \nher. He only managed to think “Oh no. Please no, not into this creature.\" before he came. He felt  \nhimself throb hard and closed his eyes, groaning and grunting has he came. Shot after shot of hot  \nwhite cum was emptied into the creature that was riding him and made her even more wet and  \nslippery than before. His eyes fluttered open and he stared at the sight. Cum was oozing out of her  \nand dribbled down his shaft as she kept riding him vigorously. She was almost standing on her toes  \nnow, bouncing in the bed and hitting her hips against his so hard that it almost hurt him. To his  \nhorror, he saw bruises form on Jenny's rump and thighs. Then the creature leaned back, stared up  \ninto the roof and let out what sounded as a triumphant howl. It was coarse, croaky and otherworldly.  \nIt made an almost vibrating sound that gave Derek the creeps. She lifted her arms from his  \nshoulders and held them up as if she was worshipping something and leaned back. She leaned  \nfurther and further until her tits pointed right up and he heard some worrisome cracking noises from  \nher spine. In pure horror he reached out to pull her back, but the moment he did the creature  \nsuddenly bounced off of him, got up and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. Derek  \nremained in bed, stunned for a while before his senses returned to him and he bolted out of the bed.  \nAs he came out into the corridor, he saw Jen slowly walking down the stairs with an empty gaze,  \ncum dribbling down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. He followed her in silence and watched  \nher walk into the living room and almost fall down into the couch, not moving. He carefully snuck  \ndown the stairs after her and into the living room. As he looked over at her, she seemed to be  \nsleeping peacefully.  \n“Hey… Jen?\"  \nHe leaned over the couch and carefully touched her shoulder. She stirred a bit in her sleep and  \nmumbled something.  \n“Jen!\"  \nHe gave her a little shake. Jenny blinked, turned to look up at him and then instantly grimaced.  \n“Ow, fuck! My back hurts, ow!\"  \nShe started to curl up as Derek quickly came around the couch to sit down and help her. How was  \nhe going to explain this?  \nJenny had no recollection whatsoever of the events that happened that night, but she had to agree it  \nwould have been impossible for Derek to do that to her without her waking up. She had been forced  \nto visit a doctor for a very strained spine. Thankfully it was only muscle damage and no actual harm  \nwas done, but the fact that she had practically raped herself, even if she was under the control of  \nsomeone else, was deeply disturbing. They had decided to move out of that old house the days after  \nthe event, and while the house was being put up on the market they had moved in with Jenny's  \nparents until they could find an apartment down town until further notice.  \n  \nAlmost a full year later, Derek suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. A rainstorm was raging  \noutside, the heavy droplets hammering against the windowsill. Their apartment had always been  \nnice and cosy, but now it felt cold and raw, almost moist. A scent of earthy cellar lingered in the air  \nand made him scrunch his nose, before his heart almost stopped. The cold was not coming from the  \napartment, but from within himself. His belly felt cold as ice. He sat up, feeling drips of cold sweat  \nrun down his temples. Jenny was sound asleep next to him, but he had a distinct feeling there was  \nsomeone else in the room. Then, before his eyes, it seemed as if the shadows melded into a  \nhumanoid shape at the foot of the bed. He stared at it as it slowly climbed up in bed, almost  \nweightless. He tried to reach out for Jenny, but his body wouldn't move. As he tried to call on her,  \nnothing but a mumbling noise came out. Instead he was forced to look into the creatures pale face,  \nthe black bottomless eyes and its dark cracked lips as it slowly crept up between his legs. He felt  \nhimself shake as it slipped in under the blanket. Soon it was lifted, and he could see its face right  \nnext to his crotch. It nosed along his shaft, rubbing against it, making it slowly but surely harden.  \nAs he stiffened for her much against his will, the creature smiled and let her long, black, snakelike  \ntongue swirl around the shaft. It's eyes gleamed as its dark lips closed around his tip and slowly  \nsucked him in. Inch after inch slipping into the creatures mouth. She was cold and wet, yet  \ndisturbingly pleasant. He found himself wondering how those coarse cracked lips could feel so  \nsmooth and wonderful.  \n  \nShe kept going down on him until her lips kissed the base of his shaft, and sizeable as he was he  \nrealized with an excited throb that he was buried deep inside her throat. He closed his eyes as she  \nstarted to suck him, shivering a little from the sensation of deepthroating a ghost. God, she felt  \nwonderful! No one had ever sucked his dick like that before. He started to gasp and buck his hips up  \nagainst her, fucking those dark silky lips in delight. How could she take his shaft so effortlessly?  \nThen suddenly he almost woke up with a blink, and realized that he was hilted inside a ghost. He  \njerked his hips to a halt and tried to scream, tried to fight her off. But it felt as if he was moving in  \nslow motion, and soon he found his arms locked to his sides, unable to move. As she moved her  \nhead back down over him, he could almost swear he could see two small horns sticking out from  \nher hair. Was that what she was? A succubus? How on earth would he fight a demon off? But why  \nwould he want to move anyway? He closed his lips and smiled. After all, no one had ever sucked  \nhis dick so well. Those silky black lips kept moving up and down over his shaft with a light suction,  \nall while her tongue snaked around it and rubbed against it. With a big grin he grunted and snorted,  \nfeeling himself cum with heavy throbs into her mouth. The creature hissed lowly and dove down on  \nthe shaft, eagerly not just sucking, but swallowing repeatedly to take every last drop from him. She  \nsucked him so deep and so hard his shaft almost ached from over-stimulation before she slowly  \npulled him out and looked up at him. Those black, endless eyes looking into his, as if they were  \nswallowing his soul. The devilish grin on her face as she slowly stood up on all four and climbed up  \nover him.  \n  \nWasn't he supposed to fight this? What about Jen? He furrowed his brow. Something was not right  \nhere. But then he felt a black silky hand just lift those worries away oh so gently, and he smiled  \nagain. Smiled up at her as she straddled him. God, was she perfect. Her skin pale with a slightly  \npurple tone, her body so slender yet trim, the best curved tits he had ever seen in his life and the  \ncutest smile to top that off. She was irresistible. He leaned back and relaxed his head against the  \npillows. Right now there was not a worry in the world, just him and this perfect woman. Black thigh  \nhighs decorated her legs as she lowered herself down on top of him. He grunted in pleasure as he  \nfelt his tip poke against a pair of wet folds before slowly slipping into the most wonderful pussy he  \nhad ever felt. His cock throbbed happily and he was ready to go again. He would do anything for  \nhis Lady of the Night, fill each of her holes to the brim with cum before fucking it deeper the next  \ntime. He didn't even feel the cold any more. In fact, everything felt just perfect.  \n  \nHer hips slowly rocked on top of his, but not just the up-down forward-back motion that Jenny used  \nto give him. This girl swayed her hips in a figure-8 circuit making his cock almost dance inside her.  \nWhy would he ever need Jenny when he had this girl? He just smiled sheepishly up at her as she  \nrode him, those perfect tits jiggling and bouncing before his eyes. Her quirky smile only made cuter  \nby the little fangs pressing against her lips. He came in no time, moaning has he felt himself throb  \ninside her yet again. Rope after rope of cum firing off into the depths of her sex. Yet had he barely  \nstopped cumming before she lifted herself up, angled her hips and lowered herself again. His tip  \npoked against a much tighter hole. He had never had anal before, and gasped in surprise at how very  \ntight she was as she sat down on him yet again. Her rear throbbed around him, and he throbbed  \ninside her. Was he actually ready to go again?  \nFor a very brief second a sensation of doubt crossed his mind, but was swept away yet again. Only a  \nfinger twitched before he became compliant again. How could he resist her, his sweet new  \ngirlfriend? Because unholy fuck, was she a sexy little devil...~","series":{"name":"Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1636498-an-arcane-quest-i-mystic-meetings.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1640319-doggystyle-lovers.json"}}