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This vignette was written for TigerJames as part of my themed Patreon request days for the month of October 2018. The theme for this month was "Supernatural" and the story contains masturbation involving a consenting adult intersex male.

Ghostly Gratification

James yawned, stretched and reached down to scratch at his swollen, ever-pregnant belly. He smiled as he began to slide more and more completely towards wakefulness, honestly a little surprised by how well he felt as though he'd slept. Sometimes hotel beds could be really hit and miss, but this one seemed to have suited him just fine. It was strange, really. This place had been so cheap to book that the tiger had expected something to be glaringly bad about it. But to his surprise the staff had been friendly, the meal he'd ordered for room service the night before had been pretty damn exceptional for not too obscene a price, and the entire room had been far nicer than the price he'd paid suggested it had any right to be.

Still smiling as he considered how lucky he'd been, James rolled over onto his side, ready to reach out, pluck his phone off the bedside table and just chill out for a little longer before getting up and ready for breakfast. Rather than seeing his phone though, the tiger's eyes widened as lying upon the bed beside him, or rather floating a fraction of an inch just above it, he saw a translucent figure. A ghostly feline form with bountiful breasts and long flowing hair, which regarded him for just a second as James panicked and prepared to scream, before surging forward and diving into the tiger.

'Please don't freak out! Please please please!'

A voice rang out inside James' head, and of course he freaked out. He sat bolt upright and grabbed at his head. He span around on the bed and tried to see where the ghostly figure had gone, though of course the truth of the matter was already plainly obvious. He cried out in confusion, in shock, in fear, and it was only as the spirit now inside his mind and body manipulated one of his hands into rising up and covering his muzzle that he fell silent, eyes still bulging and body still shaking as he felt the spirit purposefully controlling his arm to hold his mouth closed.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to freak you out! I'm not a mean ghost. I'm not a scary ghost, I promise!'

James whimpered through the hand covering his mouth, and as the hand slowly, gingerly withdrew itself still entirely out of his control, he whispered nervously back to the voice in his own head.

"I... I d-don't think you get to make the call about whether you're scary or not. Coz right now? I... I'm pretty scared."

What James said was true of course, but it would have been a lie if he had said he was just scared. As frightened as he might have been to feel even somewhat out of control within the bounds of his own body, there was an undeniable curiosity present within the tiger too. A sense of wonder and awe that came from the realisation still processing itself within his mind that he was being possessed by a ghost. An actual, honest to goodness spirit of a presumably dead woman. He took a breath, then another, then a third in succession, and spoke to the spirit within him once again as she lay silent though still undeniably, tangibly present within him.

"But... if you aren't mean like you said, and if you didn't mean to be scary... can I ask, why are you here? Like, in this room and in me."

A few seconds passed, but then the ghost did respond. Her voice was soft within James' head, quieter, even more nervous and apologetic than she had sounded upon first making her presence known. James almost felt guilty, as it seemed fairly clear that his comment about her being scary had really been taken to heart by the spirit.

'I... I'm here for the same reason that any ghost is here. Unfinished business. But... unlike other ghosts, I won't force people to help me solve mine. I won't make them do things against their will, e-even though I could. Even though I can. I don't want to be bad. I don't want to be mean or scary. I... I just want what I was denied in life.'

There was an obvious question to be asked, so of course the tiger asked it.

"What was it that you were denied? What is your unfinished business?"

The tiger felt his cheeks flush, and he squeezed his legs together as quite without cause he suddenly found himself thinking about sex, about how good it would feel to reach down between his legs and masturbate. It took him a few moments to realise that those feelings weren't truly his own, and his eyes widened as a soft whimper escaped his muzzle, though born of the spirit's own bashful, nervous emotions, and she whispered into his mind once more.

'I died here in a fire, many hundreds of years ago. Don't worry, it was relatively peaceful. I was asleep, the smoke... I never felt any pain. But, when I came to... when I awoke in... well, in what comes after? I saw everything. Every lie I had been told during my life. Every man who tried to control me. Every joy kept from me, and every pleasure denied to me. I was thirty two years old when I died, and during my life... I never had an orgasm. I was told it was sinful. That it would damn me to hell if I even considered acting on sexual urges. I thought I was mad. That I was possessed or being tempted by the devil, because every now and then I would feel a desire, and find myself imagining fantasies, or having vivid dreams which would make me wake up so aroused, and so terrified that I was going to lose control, climax from the dream alone, and damn my immortal soul forever. I was so angry. So furious at the world that had denied me what I learned after death is just a harmless expression of physical pleasure. Nothing that any divine entity cares about, nothing they're even aware of. It doesn't leave a mark on your soul. Very little from this life does, as it turns out. So all that I had done, and all that I had not done... I realised it was all for nothing.'

The more the spirit addressed James, the more his heart raced, the more his chest heaved and the more his pussy ached between his legs.

'I felt as though I had missed out on so much while on earth. I felt as though I had been denied something incredible. Something fundamental to the mortal experience because of the lies and manipulations of others. And apparently I felt it so intensely that it pulled me back. That it shackled me here, until such a time as my... unfinished business, did you call it? Until such a time as that would finally be complete.'

Tilting his head to one side, a strange thing to do given that he wasn't looking at anyone, merely talking to a voice inside his own head, James frowned.

"But, you said that was hundreds of years ago. A-are you... because you're a ghost, does that mean you can't... y'know... masturbate?"

His head nodded sorrowfully, though it wasn't James who made it do so.

'Exactly. The only way I can feel pleasure is by inhabiting a physical body such as yours. But... like I said, I don't want to be evil. I don't want to be some monster that steals away someone's control and forces them to pleasure themselves for my benefit. That would make me even more of a monster than the men who denied me my own sexuality, and I have no desire to inflict such trauma upon anyone. That is why I am still here. Because over three hundred years only four people have ever let me get far enough to tell them my story before begging for me to leave them or fleeing the hotel beyond the limits of where my form can manifest. And over three hundred years, three of those four people have told me that they felt too uncomfortable, too scared, or too embarrassed to be able to give me what I wanted. What I need.'

James furrowed his brow.

"And, what exactly is it that you need?"

He felt his clit throb, and groaned softly as it did so.

'I need to cum, James. But... more than that. I need to cum while inside a body, inside a mind who is willing, and truly happy to do so for me. With me. I need to cum alongside someone who understands what they are consenting to, and... who will enjoy the experience just as much as I want to. Just as much as I need to."

James nodded. He closed his eyes and thought for a few moments, then a few more, and a few more still after that. He took a longer, deeper breath than any he had taken the time to draw in since this whole situation presented itself, and opened his eyes again to find himself smiling in a way that was entirely of his own accord.

"I... I think I can do that."

James sat bolt upright, though it was entirely the spirit's decision to make him do so. She cried out in shock and disbelief, so overwhelmed that the voice didn't just echo inside the tiger's head, but burst forth from him in a strained, desperate and far more feminine voice than his own.

"W-what?!"

A moment or so later the spirit regained at least a modicum of self control, and James sagged back down to the bed as she released control of his body once again.

'Sorry. Oh god, it's just... please. Please don't joke. Please don't taunt me. I don't want to be mean, I don't want to be cruel, but if you tell me that and then take it back, I... please, I want to be good. I want to be free from this. Please, tell me you mean it.'

James cleared his throat, and though he didn't know if it would work in the slightest he tried to open his mind in the hopes that somehow the spirit would feel his sincerity as he reassured her.

"I mean it. If all I have to do to set you free from hundreds of years of enforced denial is to... to let you share my pleasure while I masturbate? If there's even a chance I can grant you peace and true satisfaction just by cumming, and letting you be with me while I do it? I... well, I'd be proud to help you out. And, if it helps? I probably would have been masturbating right now if you hadn't come along, anyway.[/i]'

Once more James felt a surge of arousal crash through his body. His pussy clenched and his hand still resting upon his swollen belly trembled slightly. He moaned aloud, and blushed as he realised that the sound of pleasure had not been himself or the spirit alone, but both of them together.

'Really? Right here, in a room, in a bed that doesn't even belong to you?'

James blushed, having never really thought about it that way before.

"Really."

The tiger gave a gleeful giggle, another exclamation entirely born of the spirit within him, but he didn't mind in the slightest. In fact it was of his own accord that his left paw was already sliding down from his belly and reaching between his legs, and the ghost had barely begun to recognise what he was about to do...

'Wait, what are you... oh gosh. Oh god, are you about t-...'

...when his ring finger and thumb spread apart the folds of his wet, aching pussy, and he pressed the pads of his middle and index fingers firmly down against the swollen nub of his clit.

"Oh god!"

That same soft, feminine voice from before escaped James' lips in a breathy cry of pleasure, and as he rubbed his clit in slow circles, he felt his free hand flexing and trembling entirely outside of his control as the spirit spoke aloud through him.

"Ooohh god, is... is this, am I cumming? Ohh yesss I caahhh... can't stop moving, it feels so... mmnhh, I'm cumming right? I'm... this is it? This is orgasm?"

James grinned. It felt good, sure, but he'd barely gotten started yet. Clearing his throat and speaking in his own voice, he winked at the air around himself as he shook his head.

"Not even close. Here. See how you enjoy this."

His own body shook twice over, once in knowing anticipation and once in entirely unaware, unprepared excitement as he transferred his thumb to his clit and pressed down into the depths of his pussy with the two now freely exploring fingers. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a scream of pleasure escaped them both once more as James swore that for a second he forgot all about his own knowledge and intimate awareness of sexual pleasure, and revelled in the sensation of penetrating his pussy with his own fingers as though he too was a complete sexual novice.

"Oohh god, I... it just keeps growing. Oh. Ohh no, this is... this is too much. How could they have hidden this from me? How could I never have known? If... if I'd tried it, just once... I never would have let them make me stop. I would have done it every month. Every week, even."

The spirit cried out through James, and he laughed at her attempt at describing excess.

"Every day, maybe?"

He curled his fingers around inside himself, and as the spirit considered the shameless debauchery of masturbating every single day she gave an almighty scream as his fingers struck home against his g-spot.

" Yes!"

She shrieked, she sobbed at the top of her lungs, seizing total control of James' arm and probing at that same spot again, and again, and again more and more forcefully each time. Happily, blissfully James surrendered willingly to the spirit's control, more than overjoyed to see her picking up on the basics so quickly and increasingly overwhelmed as time and time again his own awareness of sex briefly fell away thus allowing him to experience this pure ecstasy fresh and first-hand just like the ghost.

Rapidly their shared body rose towards orgasm under that constant assault of feverishly working fingers. With a breathless cry James offered the spirit controlling his hands guidance on how to make it even better...

"Don't forget your clit. That bump at the top, just under your thumb. Rub it in circles, just... aaaaahhyesss, just like that! Right there! Oh god. Oh god, you're gonna do it! You're... you're gonna cum!"

It was happening. He could feel it swelling inside himself. Feel it raging and boiling inside of the spirit too as she experienced every drop of pleasure just like him. Her first ever orgasm. Their first ever orgasm together. He almost wished it could have lasted longer, and yet at the same time he hoped, he prayed that cumming this hard and this fast meant it had to be one good enough to send the spirit to a place of peace and satisfaction, not just for a few sweet post orgasmic moments, but for all eternity.

"I'm going to orgasm!"

The spirit shrieked through James' muzzle, the tiger grinning and offering her an alternative.

"I'm gonna cum!"

She whimpered in gratitude and pure joy, and cried out louder than ever as she improvised and added a third finger into her pussy, driving them in and out with loud, slurping wet strokes as hot juices began to pre-emptively gush out while her pussy throbbed and spasmed around those eager digits.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm finally, finally g-going to... oohh. Ohhh yes! Yesssssss! This is it. I'm... oh god. Oh, James, thank you!! I'm cumming! Yes. Fuck! Fuck yesssssssssss, I'm cumming!!"

Sure enough, they came. They came harder than James could ever recall cumming in all his life, and that was before he took into account the barrage of sensations which made it feel to him as well as the spirit that he was truly experiencing orgasm for the first time. His hips rose off the bed, jerking and twitching, bucking against the fingers still feverishly working in and out of him while gushes and sprays of hot ejaculate poured forth without restraint. He listened to the spirit screaming in pleasure through his muzzle again, and again, and again, beaming, blushing, howling alongside her whenever he had the breath and the physical capacity to do so in pleasure of course, but also in gleeful triumph at her long overdue victory.

It was only after thirty seconds had passed, and James still found himself thrashing, writhing and cumming, that he felt as though something beyond just a phenomenally good orgasm was occurring. He shuddered and mewled and gasped, and though he lost count several times in the process he was certain that a minute later he was still cumming, still screaming and masturbating and squirting with shameless and now seemingly utterly helpless rapture.

"More!"

That was when he heard it. The spirit's scream. Her plea, desperate and giddy and overwhelmingly drunk on pleasure.

"Mmnnnhhaaaaahhh... mooooore, yes! Don't stop. Ohhh god don't let it stop... aaaahyes!"

She continued to scream and howl aloud, but some five or ten constant, ceaseless minutes of orgasm later, the euphoric yet exhausted tiger heard her voice inside his head once more.

'James! O-oh James, yes. Thank you. Oh god. Ohhhh yes. I... I'm ready to cross over. When I stop, when we stop, I'll be able to move on.'

He sensed a but, and sure enough...

'But... please... I'm not ready yet. I went without these feelings for so long. I don't want it to end. I don't want to stop feeling this way, n-not so soon. Please, let me cum more. Please tell me... tell me you want me to keep making us cum until... ooh, yes... until either I can't, or this body can't stand it any more.'

James' eyes widened, and his face burned crimson as another strangled scream of pleasure that was both his and the spirit's combined echoed out around the hotel room. He felt another surge of hot juices soak the sheets beneath him, and as his fingers continued to hammer into his g-spot with unrelenting force and undiminished pleasure, there was only really one answer he could give if he was being perfectly honest with himself and the ghost currently puppeteering his needy pussy.

"Please, don't stop..."

He mewled with desperate sincerity to the spirit, cheeks flushing as he felt a palpable surge of joy, gratitude, and perhaps even love crash through his own nervous system.

"...oh god. Ohh god, yes! Please... f-for as long as you can, don't ever... ever stop!"

By Jeeves

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