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This story was written for Kemper as day 31 of Kinktober 2020. Today's kink was "Halloween" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults!

[center][b][u]Unfinished Business[/u][/b][/center]

It was the perfect night for hunting ghosts. Dark clouds filled the sky, threatening rain. Occasionally the sliver of a silvery full moon would shine through, but it was soon cast adrift once more by the whistling, biting wind. Kemper shivered as he placed the heavy metal key into its lock, twisted, and stepped out of the cold, into the silence and the stillness of an old, rather gothic looking house. He pulled a flashlight from his jacket pocket and turned it on, casting it over the walls in search of a light switch. The hallway illuminated soon after; the bulb flickering, dim, as though threatening to give out at any moment. Nevertheless it served to guide the sabretoothed feline along the hall and up a broad stairwell to a second floor, where with his bag hefted upon one shoulder Kemper sought out the master bedroom, and slipped inside to perform his duty.

It took a couple of minutes for the dark furred cat to set things up. He placed black wax candles at five strategic points around the room, and lit them one by one. He withdrew an old, leather-bound tome from his bag, and almost casually began to remove his clothes, folding them loosely in a pile before withdrawing a deep red robe from his bag and donning that instead, bare fur still visible where it hung open at the front. The sabretoothed feline shut off the bedroom light, and with only his candles to light the way he moved to the centre of the room, to its large, dust-sheet covered bed, and drew back that white covering to reveal a somewhat dated floral patterned comforter beneath.

He stood at the foot of the bed, holding his leather book in one hand, and began to chant. Words that would have sounded like vaguely Latin-oriented nonsense to anyone who actually understood any degree of classical Latin, but which held meaning to Kemper, and which he hoped would hold equal meaning to the spirit said to inhabit this place. Outside, rain began to fall. It drummed at the old, thick glass of the bedroom window, and seemed to draw a more intense cloak of darkness over the night. Still Kemper kept on chanting. His voice rose steadily, louder and louder, more and more confident as he slipped into an almost hypnotic rhythm. He closed his eyes, no longer needing the book to guide his chanting. His words became English, but their power remained.

"Spirit, I summon you. Spirit, I bind you. Spirit, I call you forth this night as flesh and blood, so that we may commune as in life. Spirit, heed my call."

He heard a door creak, but did not open his eyes or allow his focus to falter. He kept on chanting. He kept on incanting that summoning ritual until it was complete, and only then did he fall quiet, taking a moment of quiet contemplation in the wake of the ritual before finally opening his eyes. A soft gasp escaped the sabretoothed male as his hues fluttered open once more, and in the flickering candlelight he saw a shadowed figure upon the bed. His eyes adjusted, and shadow gave way to form. To curves, to bare, pale skin and raven black hair cascading down over bare shoulders. The woman, the human figure kneeling upon the bed was nude, with one hand modestly crossing her chest and the other resting near her lap. Despite her nakedness though, she did not seem afraid of Kemper's robed but also exposed body. She didn't even seem confused by it. If anything she looked... curious.

"Hello, spirit."

Kemper murmured gently, with warmth and respect. Her eyes widened slightly, as though she hadn't been entirely convinced that the anthro feline was aware of her presence, but a soft smile creased her beautiful face.

"Hi. You can... see me? Hear me?"

The sabretooth nodded.

"I can. Thank you for listening to my plea. May I ask your name, spirit?"

The woman smiled a little more, but it faded soon after.

"They used to call me Elizabeth. I always hated that name. So formal. Always reminded me of the Princess. Before she was Queen, I mean. I always wanted people to call me Lisa, but no-one ever did."

Kemper took a breath as he considered what the woman was saying. She looked to be in her late twenties or perhaps early thirties, but she spoke as though she had lived to see the youth and coronation of Elizabeth the second. He shouldn't have been surprised of course. He'd come to this house knowing its history and seeking out this very spirit. But still, to hear someone speaking of the past, it gave him cause to hesitate for a moment or two before gathering himself and replying to the once more quiet, pensive looking woman.

"Hi, Lisa. I'm Kemper, and... if you don't mind, I'd like to try and help you move on."

She didn't look shocked, or hurt by his suggestion. If anything, she looked a little embarrassed, as though the fact she was here at all was her own fault in some way.

"That's very kind of you, Kemper. I... I try not to be a bother to the other people who have lived here. But, they hear me. They notice me wandering around, though I have no intention of being seen, and... well, it spooks them, I guess."

Kemper nodded slowly.

"So, if I were able to help you, you'd like to move on?"

Again the woman inclined her head, and again her pale cheeks glowed pink in the flickering candlelight.

"I would. But, I'm afraid I don't know how. If I did, I doubt I'd be here talking with you now."

The sabretoothed cat glanced down at his book, but closed it a second later and set it down on the floor beside him. There was procedure to follow. Rules that should be obeyed. But, it really seemed as though what this woman needed was someone to talk to, and he didn't need rules to tell him how to listen and empathise.

"Traditionally, lingering spirits are anchored to this world by an unfulfilled desire. Some deep seeded need which manifests potently enough to bind them to the world where they wished to experience it in life, even after their passing. Do you... and, I apologise if this is an awkward question, but, do you have any such business?"

Lisa's face burned hotter still, and as she looked down at the bed beneath her in shame, she seemed to become more aware of her nakedness, drawing her hands tighter around herself to conceal her more intimate regions. Despite that fact however, she took a deep, steadying breath, and began to speak soon after.

"I got married when I was eighteen at my parents request, to another human of '[i]suitable breeding[/i]'. I didn't love him. He was harmless. He was well intentioned. I honestly don't think he wished to marry me any more than I did him, though he was too much a gentleman to ever say it. For over a decade we lived a hollow shell of family life, but we only ever held one another back. There were times, so many times when I met someone. When I knew someone who I knew I would have more fun with, be happier with... if not forever, then just for a moment. For a night. But, my family would have hated me. My reputation would have been ruined had I been with someone outside my marriage. So, there I remained, as did my husband. Our life was inoffensive, plain, couched in compromises. Then, I grew sick. He cared for me to the very last, but as I lay on my deathbed... even then, I felt no love for him or from him. He remained with me because it was his duty as my husband, just as I had been faithful because it was my duty as his wife. I died as I lived. Utterly without passion."

She shuddered and fell silent for a brief while. When Lisa looked up again though, there was a determination in her eyes, and as Kemper watched her she steeled herself, then pulled her arm away from her breasts to reveal them in all their bounty and glory.

"I want passion, Kemper. I... I want to be with someone who makes my heart race. Who gives me goosebumps as they touch me. I want to experience intense, raw emotion the way I never had the chance to in life. I... o-oh..."

Her voice faltered, and Kemper followed her suddenly wide eyed gaze, glancing down his body and feeling his own face burn hot beneath his fur as he realised that the tip of his cock was beginning to poke free from its sheath.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry..."

He began, only for Lisa to raise a hand to silence him, and shake her head with surprising determination.

"No. Don't apologise. Just... please, tell me... why is that happening?"

Kemper's eyes grew wider still.

"Why is... uh, well... I suppose it's the way you were speaking about passion like that, and... seeing you, your chest. You're a very beautiful woman, but, that doesn't excuse my reaction. I..."

Before Kemper could apologise again though, he watched as the human spirit slipped forward onto all fours, and crawled across the bed until she was resting by its base, less than a metre away from where the sabretoothed cat was standing as he felt himself continuing to stiffen.

"I did that to you?"

She spoke again, her voice coarse, thick with emotion as though she was either about to burst into tears, or cry out with gleeful laughter. Kemper swallowed, and nodded.

"Kemper, we... we do not know one another at all beyond this brief conversation. I am... I am dead. A spirit trapped within this world, and you are a live, young, handsome man who I'm sure has prospects aplenty of his own. But, you say that you wish to help me move on?"

Kemper nodded. The woman trembled, and licked her lips.

"And if... if you could grant me an opportunity to feel that which I was denied all my life, to complete my unfinished business in this world... would you?"

The sabretooth feline's now almost fully engorged cock twitched, and a breathy whimper escaped the human kneeling still on all fours before him.

"I would."

Kemper croaked.

"I... I [i]will[/i]."

He added, heart racing as he reached up to his own shoulders, and shucked off his robe to leave himself every bit as naked as the human herself.

"With all the passion I have to give... and with desire for you. Real, sincere, [i]undeniable[/i] desire..."

He stepped forward, to the very edge of the bed. He reached down with one hand, cupping his cock, showing off its uniquely canine anatomy in contrast to the otherwise feline stature of his body. His other hand reached out, and stroked Lisa on one smooth, furless cheek. She trembled, gasped at his touch, and clasped his palm to her with a hand of her own as her eyes bulged like they'd never seen an erect cock before.

"Please."

She gasped feverishly, tearing her eyes away from Kemper's cock to look up at his face instead.

"Please. Show me what I missed in life. Show me passion. Show me pleasure. Show me... oh, god. Show me excess and indulgence like I never dared dream of, and just... just..."

The woman screwed her hands into fists, took one more deep breath, and as though it was the first time she'd ever dared to speak those words aloud, she stared deep into Kemper's eyes as she gasped desperately.

"...just, [i]fuck me[/i]."

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"Oh my god! Oh my [i]god![/i] Something's... s-something... I... oh! Oh!! [b]Kemper! [i]Please![/i][/b]"

The first time that Lisa began to scream, and thrash, and cum as Kemper lay over her, the two of them face to face as he ploughed her with all the passion he could muster, she looked so shocked and overwhelmed by what was happening that the sabretoothed cat sincerely wondered if she'd never cum before. As fingernails raked down his back and her legs clamped around his waist though, as juices soaked his crotch and added extra lubrication to the rapid strokes of his pointed canine cock, he didn't stop to ask. He didn't stop at all in fact, and kept on fucking her right through that orgasm and onward as his own desire continued to build, and even in her post-orgasmic state, Lisa continued to grunt and moan in rapture.

"Ohhhgod, ohhh, Kemper... that was... ohh... ohhh, and it's still... mnnhahyess... oh, can I... can we do that a-aahh, again? Oh, don't stop. Please. Please, don't ever... [i]ever[/i]... aahyes!"

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The last candle burned out as the wind howled and rain drummed at the windows, but even in the now pitch darkness, Lisa's screams outmatched nature's fury. Her legs kicked out, her toes curled, and a caterwauling wail escaped the human woman as she experienced the maddening rush of climax yet again, this time with Kemper's [i]tongue[/i] of all things buried inside her pussy. She had never known such primal euphoria, never dreamed of such shamefully decadent and explicit actions being performed not with genitalia, but with a man's mouth. She pressed her hands to her face and shrieked into her palms as she felt her wetness erupting uncontrollably from between her legs once more, and though it was humiliating to imagine Kemper's face stained with her fluids, the grunts and moans he was letting loose as he ate her through that squirting orgasm awoke a wild, untamed pride within Lisa at the idea that just like herself, this incredible cat [i]liked[/i] the obscene nature of their over-indulgent passions.

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"Again..."

Kemper growled as his fingers curled within the human's depths, and his velvety paw-pads made contact with her g-spot once more. He was lying beside Lisa, curled up against her trembling body, and as he leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, he could taste the glistening sheen of sweat covering her body. She writhed. She arched her back and screamed as he tapped at that sweet-spot over and over with his fingertips, and when he added the circling of his thumb over her clit to the mix, it took just seconds before for the third time in less than two minutes, Lisa began to convulse, squirt, and practically sob with the intensity of the pleasure being provoked from within her.

"That's it. Cum for me. Cum, Lisa."

He urged her on, encouraged her indulgence as she writhed and shrieked. He held his fingers inside her as hot juices spilled over his hand, and when she stopped writhing and fell limp against the bed, Kemper wasted no time at all in resuming his attack on her g-spot as he moaned greedily to the beautiful lady.

"Good girl. Now... [i]again[/i]."

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"Please... ooh, Kemper, I... I don't think I can..."

Lisa's voice was weak, her eyes heavy, [i]everything[/i] heavy as she felt Kemper's knot lodged inside her, his hot cum not just filling her as it had four times already throughout that night, but this time locked inside, inescapable in its wet, slick intensity as his knot held them together.

"Sure you can. Just one more orgasm."

The sabretooth teased, kneeling between his lover's legs, reaching forward and fondling her still nipples, tweaking them between forefingers and thumbs.

"You could..."

Lisa began, but Kemper growled and shook his head, his features almost visible once again as dawn sunlight began to stream through the windows.

"Nope. I want you to do it. I want you to reach down and rub your own clit. I want you to make yourself cum, because its your body, your pleasure. Yours to take whenever you want it."

The human bit her bottom lip, but despite her embarrassment, it wasn't long before a breathless gasp escaped her as she grazed an experienced fingertip over her clitoris.

"That's it. Rub yourself. Do what feels good. What feels right. Make yourself cum, not for me... not for anyone else. Make yourself cum because you deserve the pleasure, and because no-one, sure as hell not yourself, will ever make you hold back ever, [i]ever[/i] again."

His words encouraged her. Emboldened her. She rubbed faster. Harder. Inexperienced but eager at self-stimulation.

Her eyes bulged. Her back arched.

Kemper squeezed her nipples harder, and as she screamed in pleasure of her own making, suddenly the idea of an eternity spent between worlds... even on her own, didn't seem so bad.

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It must have been close to noon when Kemper woke up. He stretched, groaned as his body ached; overworked and sore in the best kind of way, and the sabretoothed cat idly rolled over onto his side. His eyes fluttered open, and he chuckled as he saw another pair of eyes looking back at him, set in a pale face framed by tousled, tangled black hair.

"Huh..."

He murmured playfully to Lisa.

"...you're still here."

She giggled, scooted forward, and planted a gentle kiss on Kemper's nose.

"Would you rather that I'd packed up and headed out before you were awake, to keep the act going a little longer?"

Kemper grinned, growled gently, and rolled over to pin Lisa beneath him. He kissed her deeply, an act she returned in kind, and together they moaned softly as they felt Kemper's cock beginning to swell against the smooth, shaven mound of Lisa's crotch.

"I didn't realise we'd stopped. I was gonna say that maybe you needed one more orgasm to finally complete your business. That perhaps you needed to know that it wasn't just about that one night, and that passion could be yours whenever you wanted it."

Lisa's eyes widened, and she giggled.

"Oh, sorry. Want me to get back in character?"

The sabretoothed cat smirked.

"Depends. Would you wanna fuck again more in character, or out of character?"

Lisa's eyes sparkled.

"Yes."

She murmured simply, biting her bottom lip and moaning as she felt Kemper's rising erection throb against her in response before he spoke once again.

"By the way, I never said it last night, but... happy Halloween."

The human woman giggled, and sighed happily as Kemper peppered her face with yet more delicate kisses while his cock drew back, aligning itself with her well worked and flushed, damp, still eagerly waiting pussy.

"Oh, Kemper. Happy h-hahhh... oh... happy haalla-ahhyess... oh, Kemper. Oh god. Oh! [i]Oh. Yes![/i]"

By Jeeves

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