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ALWAYS ON MY MIND

From the very start they sat their foot in the new house, Jenny had had a bad feeling about the place.

But it had been cheap, almost too good to be true, and Derek had been very keen on getting it

quickly before more bidders came in and could raise the price. Somewhat reluctantly, Jenny had

agreed. The place was old and mismanaged, it wasn't so very strange that it had given her a creepy

vibe. She had tried to push the feeling to the back of her mind and think rationally. Yet, it kept

gnawing at her almost every waking hour. As soon as she tried to relax or wasn't busy with

something, the feeling that something was not right came crawling back over her. Derek, on the

other hand, seemed rather unperturbed and was his same old self.

Weeks turned into months and the slow, creeping feeling of the house only got stronger. Often when

walking around the place, Jenny would feel watched and, despite having the windows open, a

pungent smell of something old and rotten, like an old abandoned cellar, would linger in the house.

Derek always waved it off as old wood that needed fixing, and everything would be fine in time.

But no matter how positive he was and excited to get the house in order, Jenny found she just

couldn't share his excitement. Strange things also seemed to happen a lot around the house. Nothing

major, but still enough for Jenny to notice. Objects that kept shifting places, electric items that

would turn on and off without explanation, stuff that would fall over or out of shelves. Derek

always had an explanation, whatever it was. Forgetfulness, drafts from the open windows, old faulty

wiring… but Jenny had slowly but surely started to suspect something else. One autumn afternoon

as they snuggled up on the living room couch after work, Jenny decided to bring it up.

“Hey, Derek? You think… do you think this house is haunted?"

Derek raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

“What?"

Jenny gave him a sharper look to show she was being serious.

“Do you think the house is haunted?"

Derek shook his head and returned his attention to the TV.

“No, I don't believe in ghosts hun, and you know that."

Jenny sat back and bit her lip. She had had a feeling that this was exactly what he would say. That

he wouldn't take her seriously. She sat back in the couch, somewhat annoyed. Derek threw a quick

look over at her, noticing her annoyance and decided to not poke further as to avoid the storm.

Meanwhile, Jenny thought for herself. Should she push the issue? Try and reason with him? Just

ignore it and go back to pretending everything was normal? After a few seconds of tense silence she

looked at him again.

“I'm serious. I think this place is haunted. The smells, the feeling of being watched, plates and cups

falling over… and this morning, I could swear I put my phone on the kitchen table while preparing

coffee, I turned my back to it for just a few seconds and when I looked back, it was gone. Instead, I

found it on the carpet in the living room, as if someone had dropped it."

Derek just gave a shrug at her while keeping his eyes on the TV.

“You probably did."

“I didn't mean that I dropp-"

Jenny just started when he cut her off, this time with annoyance in his voice.

“Who else would it be, Jen? No one was around but you!"

“That's exactly my point!" Jenny exclaimed and swept out with her arms in frustration. “If it wasn't

me, then who was it?!"

But Derek did not answer, instead only focusing harder on the TV. Jenny was getting really annoyed

with him now and was just about to drop a bomb on him when there was a loud thud from the upper

floor. Jenny looked up, and in the corner of her eye she saw Derek to the same, just more subtle. He

had heard it too.

“What was that..?" she asked.

Derek just shrugged.

“Something probably fell over."

“Well yeah!"

Jenny got up and moved towards the stairs, looking back at Derek who remained on the couch.

“Aren't you gonna look..?"

“Do you have a window open up there? Probably..."

Jenny cut him off by an annoyed wave of her hand. If he wouldn't care, at least she would. Furious

at his wilful ignorance, she stormed up the stairs, turned to face the corridor, took a few steps

forward and looked into the bedroom. There, she stopped dead in her tracks. The bed – the big

double bed with wooden frame – was standing raised up against the wall. Jenny's heart started

pounding. Something felt very, very wrong.

“D-Derek?" she called. She could hear a mumbling reply from downstairs. Suddenly, a faint

whisper was heard in her ear. Whatever it said was incoherent, but it was clearly a whisper. Jenny

froze up where she stood, every nerve in her body on extreme high alert. And then an ice cold wind

swept by her, around every inch of her body and it felt as if her belly turned to ice. It was the most

horrifying feeling Jenny had ever felt. Finally, her body suddenly started to obey her and she turned

on the spot and ran down the stairs, screaming.

That finally got Derek out of the couch and he came up to meet her. Jenny threw herself in his arms

and cried, shaking and trying to sob out a message in between her panicked breaths.

“Bed… against the wall… bedroom… she was there, she was there..."

Then she stopped herself. She? How had she known that? Somehow, she just had. There was a

ghost, and it belonged to a female.

“Who was there?"

“I don't know… I just… I just… come, come up and look..."

Jenny was still sobbing as Derek slowly freed himself from her arms and walked up the stairs. She

followed him and saw him peek into the bedroom.

“See?"

“See what?"

Jenny leaned in and looked. The bed was back on the floor, but the book on her night stand was now

on the floor. Derek smiled and walked up to it, picking it up and holding it out to her.

“Here, this must have fallen over. You probably placed it on the edge, or something."

“Derek, I didn't-"

But he cut her off again by hugging her.

“No need to worry sweetie, there's nothing here."

But as Jenny let herself be hugged, she felt a shiver travel down her spine. A creepy feeling of being

watched again, and a strong sensation that this was far from over.

A few weeks later, Derek had caught a cold and was home from work. It was a rainy, misty autumn

evening when Jenny was finally coming home as well. It was cold and dark, and she shivered

despite wearing a coat. But as she was walking home from the bus and looked up at the house, it

was strangely dark. It was already nightfall, and Derek should have at least a few lamps lit. Had

something happened? She sped up her steps, her feet splashing in the muddy wet gravel road

leading up to the house. As she hurried up the driveway, she had a tremendous sinking feeling in her

chest. Something was wrong, something was very, very wrong. She felt cold, her gut wrenched and

she was almost about to stop and throw up. She leaned against the wall of the house outside the

living room window just to catch her breath before continuing. That's when she saw them.

Right there, on the couch in the living room, was Derek. But he was not alone. The room was dark

and unlit, and while it was hard to see, she could clearly see a girl on his lap. Jenny froze for a

moment, just staring in at them. She had been early home from work today, rushing home to help

her sick boyfriend, and this is how she was repaid? The girl was facing away from the window,

facing Derek. She wore only a bra which was askew while her bare cheeks wiggled as she rocked

her hips, giving Jenny's boyfriend a good couch ride. Jenny started to boil. Snarling under her

breath, she half ran up the stairs to the door, pulled it open and was inside the house in a matter of

moments. She swept through the hallway like a stormwind and into the livingroom, where Derek

laid on the couch, pretending to be asleep. The girl was mysteriously gone – she must have jumped

up and ran off when she heard the door being opened. But it was pretty obvious that what she had

just seen had happened, for Derek had a raging boner inside his boxers that stood up like a tent with

a wet spot on top from the pre. Jenny lifted her hand to cover her nose. The room had a stench of

sewage, much like the old rotten cellar smell but ten times stronger. Had they been having anal sex?

Is that why Derek was cheating on her? He had wanted to dip into her rear plenty of times, but it

was just not Jenny's taste. To her it was only uncomfortable. Had he found someone nearby that

liked it? Online perhaps?

“DEREK!"

Derek woke up with a jerk and almost bounced out of the couch, half-ready to fight. He looked tired

and very confused. Had he actually been asleep?

“What the actual fuck is this about?!"

Jenny waived her arms around, but Derek just blinked at her as if not understanding what she was

referring to.

“THE GIRL!" Jenny screamed. “Who was the girl that was here?!"

Derek still just blinked at her and looked around as if trying to spot whoever Jenny was talking to.

Jenny let out a small roar of frustration and stormed onwards into the kitchen, the most obvious

escape route since she would have spotted the girl had she taken the corridor. In the kitchen was

also the backdoor out to the patio. But the kitchen was empty, and the door closed and locked.

Jenny looked around. The only other way was the door to the basement, but that was also locked

and had been since they moved in. Where had the girl gone? Still fuming with anger, Jenny started

to pull cupboards open to see if she was hiding under the sink or something, when Derek came into

the doorway.

“J-Jenny? What are you doing? What is up?"

Jenny turned to him, red-faced with anger, pointing to his crotch.

“Who's the girl that was here? Where is she?!"

Derek looked confused, then looked down at his own crotch.

“Oh."

He seemed to blush. Jenny was fuming, waiting for him to finally admit to what he had done.

“I'm sorry Jen, I… I had a wet dream."

Jenny was about to explode. Wet dream? Really? Was this the excuse he was going with?

“I saw her, Derek!" Jenny almost spat as she talked, pointing right at him. “I saw you two on the

couch, she was giving you a happy little bumpy ride!"

Derek only looked even more confused.

Jenny hadn't spoken to him all day. Derek truly had no idea what she was referring to and no clue

about who this stranger girl was. He was more confused than anything, but he knew better than

poking the hornets nest that now was his girlfriend. That night she went to sleep on the couch while

he laid in the big double bed in the bedroom. It was unusually chilly that night, and Derek found

himself shivering. He had closed the windows that Jenny stubbornly kept open, yet it felt cold as the

grave in here. He pulled the blankets higher up and sighed. The wiring in the house was bad

enough, please don't say that the heating was giving up as well…

Derek suddenly woke up, realizing he must have fallen asleep after all. Someone was in the bed

with him. He realized he had the blanket over his head and scrambled to pull it off of him, and as he

did, his eyes fell on a naked woman's body, pale in the moonlight from the window. She sat on top

of him, straddling him and he looked up at her.

“Jen..? Jenny..?"

She didn't reply, but it sure was his Jen. She was looking down, her hair hanging in front of her

face. Her hips slowly rocked against his and he felt himself getting hard.

“Jen..? What are you..?"

Derek let out a huff. As he was growing bigger and harder, the grinding against him felt so much

better. He could feel the slick wetness of her wet folds rub up and down his shaft and he felt himself

throb against her. It wasn't the first time they would fight and then fuck to make up for it. Yet,

something felt off. It was a rather grave accusation she had made against him. Or was she now

trying to show that she could be sexy too, that he didn't need a mistress? He was just about to talk

to her when she lifted herself up just a bit. Her fingers were cold as ice as they touched his shaft and

it caused him to gasp. Her touch was light and gentle as it always was as he felt her re-angle him

upwards. The tip slid between those heavenly folds of hers and he let out a shuddering gasp as he

felt himself enter her. There she was anything but cold. She was very warm, wet and slippery. She

must have worked herself up quite a bit to be so easy to slide into. He huffed as she slowly lowered

herself on top of him, inch by inch slipping into her and causing Derek to let out a groan.

And then she started to ride. First just slowly back and forth to ease him in, before the legs got

working more to lift her up and down as well. Derek's hands landed on her shoulders and stroked

down her sides before they landed on her hips. He looked up at her. God was she a beautiful sight.

Her slim, lean body, the pale skin shimmering like silver in the moonlight, her dark hair as a

wonderful contrast. Her shapely little tits with a perfect curve and big, perky nipples. She was any

guys dream, yet she was his. He couldn't help but admire her and his hands slowly slid back up her

sides to cup her breasts and gently massage them in circular motions as she knew she liked. He

slowly rocked and rolled his own hips with hers, groaning under his breath. It had been a long time

since they had done this, he had almost forgotten the delightful feeling of the little throbs her pussy

gave around his shaft every time he hilted inside of her.

Slowly but surely Jen got more and more wild with him. More powerful moves, more force in the

ride, more erratic and fast movements. He slid in and out of her with ease and he was surprised how

rough she went on him. Jenny usually liked it more tender – her favourite was a form of snugglesex

where he was the big spoon, slipping into her from behind. She was leaning in over him now,

her hands on his shoulders, clawing at him. It was almost like fucking a wild beast and his cock

throbbed excitedly inside her in response to the new experience. It was just then that it hit him, that

Jen had not made a single sound this entire time. No moaning, no groaning, not even a shuddering

breath. Suddenly he felt a heaviness in his throat, something was very, very wrong here.

“J-Jen..?"

He felt his cock throb inside her, already close to cumming. At the same time she went even more

rough on him. He let out a “Yeowch!" as she clawed his shoulders and chest really hard, it almost

felt as if she drew blood. At the same time she started smacking her hips against his so hard it made

a loud sound for every time. He felt himself hilt fully inside of her and knew that this must not be

pleasant for her. What was she doing? Some kind of self-harm sex in desperation to reclaim him?

“Jen, please, I-"

He lifted his hands off of her hips to pull her hair aside to see her face, and froze the moment he did.

Her mouth was agape and dark, a shallow breath panting from it. But her eyes was as black and

dark as the void. He felt himself tense up as an unnatural coldness started to spread from his belly

and outward. There was no doubt, Jenny's eyes were fully black, like gateways to the Otherworld.

Derek only managed to let out a squeaky frightened noise before he felt himself throb hard inside

her. He only managed to think “Oh no. Please no, not into this creature." before he came. He felt

himself throb hard and closed his eyes, groaning and grunting has he came. Shot after shot of hot

white cum was emptied into the creature that was riding him and made her even more wet and

slippery than before. His eyes fluttered open and he stared at the sight. Cum was oozing out of her

and dribbled down his shaft as she kept riding him vigorously. She was almost standing on her toes

now, bouncing in the bed and hitting her hips against his so hard that it almost hurt him. To his

horror, he saw bruises form on Jenny's rump and thighs. Then the creature leaned back, stared up

into the roof and let out what sounded as a triumphant howl. It was coarse, croaky and otherworldly.

It made an almost vibrating sound that gave Derek the creeps. She lifted her arms from his

shoulders and held them up as if she was worshipping something and leaned back. She leaned

further and further until her tits pointed right up and he heard some worrisome cracking noises from

her spine. In pure horror he reached out to pull her back, but the moment he did the creature

suddenly bounced off of him, got up and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. Derek

remained in bed, stunned for a while before his senses returned to him and he bolted out of the bed.

As he came out into the corridor, he saw Jen slowly walking down the stairs with an empty gaze,

cum dribbling down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. He followed her in silence and watched

her walk into the living room and almost fall down into the couch, not moving. He carefully snuck

down the stairs after her and into the living room. As he looked over at her, she seemed to be

sleeping peacefully.

“Hey… Jen?"

He leaned over the couch and carefully touched her shoulder. She stirred a bit in her sleep and

mumbled something.

“Jen!"

He gave her a little shake. Jenny blinked, turned to look up at him and then instantly grimaced.

“Ow, fuck! My back hurts, ow!"

She started to curl up as Derek quickly came around the couch to sit down and help her. How was

he going to explain this?

Jenny had no recollection whatsoever of the events that happened that night, but she had to agree it

would have been impossible for Derek to do that to her without her waking up. She had been forced

to visit a doctor for a very strained spine. Thankfully it was only muscle damage and no actual harm

was done, but the fact that she had practically raped herself, even if she was under the control of

someone else, was deeply disturbing. They had decided to move out of that old house the days after

the event, and while the house was being put up on the market they had moved in with Jenny's

parents until they could find an apartment down town until further notice.

Almost a full year later, Derek suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. A rainstorm was raging

outside, the heavy droplets hammering against the windowsill. Their apartment had always been

nice and cosy, but now it felt cold and raw, almost moist. A scent of earthy cellar lingered in the air

and made him scrunch his nose, before his heart almost stopped. The cold was not coming from the

apartment, but from within himself. His belly felt cold as ice. He sat up, feeling drips of cold sweat

run down his temples. Jenny was sound asleep next to him, but he had a distinct feeling there was

someone else in the room. Then, before his eyes, it seemed as if the shadows melded into a

humanoid shape at the foot of the bed. He stared at it as it slowly climbed up in bed, almost

weightless. He tried to reach out for Jenny, but his body wouldn't move. As he tried to call on her,

nothing but a mumbling noise came out. Instead he was forced to look into the creatures pale face,

the black bottomless eyes and its dark cracked lips as it slowly crept up between his legs. He felt

himself shake as it slipped in under the blanket. Soon it was lifted, and he could see its face right

next to his crotch. It nosed along his shaft, rubbing against it, making it slowly but surely harden.

As he stiffened for her much against his will, the creature smiled and let her long, black, snakelike

tongue swirl around the shaft. It's eyes gleamed as its dark lips closed around his tip and slowly

sucked him in. Inch after inch slipping into the creatures mouth. She was cold and wet, yet

disturbingly pleasant. He found himself wondering how those coarse cracked lips could feel so

smooth and wonderful.

She kept going down on him until her lips kissed the base of his shaft, and sizeable as he was he

realized with an excited throb that he was buried deep inside her throat. He closed his eyes as she

started to suck him, shivering a little from the sensation of deepthroating a ghost. God, she felt

wonderful! No one had ever sucked his dick like that before. He started to gasp and buck his hips up

against her, fucking those dark silky lips in delight. How could she take his shaft so effortlessly?

Then suddenly he almost woke up with a blink, and realized that he was hilted inside a ghost. He

jerked his hips to a halt and tried to scream, tried to fight her off. But it felt as if he was moving in

slow motion, and soon he found his arms locked to his sides, unable to move. As she moved her

head back down over him, he could almost swear he could see two small horns sticking out from

her hair. Was that what she was? A succubus? How on earth would he fight a demon off? But why

would he want to move anyway? He closed his lips and smiled. After all, no one had ever sucked

his dick so well. Those silky black lips kept moving up and down over his shaft with a light suction,

all while her tongue snaked around it and rubbed against it. With a big grin he grunted and snorted,

feeling himself cum with heavy throbs into her mouth. The creature hissed lowly and dove down on

the shaft, eagerly not just sucking, but swallowing repeatedly to take every last drop from him. She

sucked him so deep and so hard his shaft almost ached from over-stimulation before she slowly

pulled him out and looked up at him. Those black, endless eyes looking into his, as if they were

swallowing his soul. The devilish grin on her face as she slowly stood up on all four and climbed up

over him.

Wasn't he supposed to fight this? What about Jen? He furrowed his brow. Something was not right

here. But then he felt a black silky hand just lift those worries away oh so gently, and he smiled

again. Smiled up at her as she straddled him. God, was she perfect. Her skin pale with a slightly

purple tone, her body so slender yet trim, the best curved tits he had ever seen in his life and the

cutest smile to top that off. She was irresistible. He leaned back and relaxed his head against the

pillows. Right now there was not a worry in the world, just him and this perfect woman. Black thigh

highs decorated her legs as she lowered herself down on top of him. He grunted in pleasure as he

felt his tip poke against a pair of wet folds before slowly slipping into the most wonderful pussy he

had ever felt. His cock throbbed happily and he was ready to go again. He would do anything for

his Lady of the Night, fill each of her holes to the brim with cum before fucking it deeper the next

time. He didn't even feel the cold any more. In fact, everything felt just perfect.

Her hips slowly rocked on top of his, but not just the up-down forward-back motion that Jenny used

to give him. This girl swayed her hips in a figure-8 circuit making his cock almost dance inside her.

Why would he ever need Jenny when he had this girl? He just smiled sheepishly up at her as she

rode him, those perfect tits jiggling and bouncing before his eyes. Her quirky smile only made cuter

by the little fangs pressing against her lips. He came in no time, moaning has he felt himself throb

inside her yet again. Rope after rope of cum firing off into the depths of her sex. Yet had he barely

stopped cumming before she lifted herself up, angled her hips and lowered herself again. His tip

poked against a much tighter hole. He had never had anal before, and gasped in surprise at how very

tight she was as she sat down on him yet again. Her rear throbbed around him, and he throbbed

inside her. Was he actually ready to go again?

For a very brief second a sensation of doubt crossed his mind, but was swept away yet again. Only a

finger twitched before he became compliant again. How could he resist her, his sweet new

girlfriend? Because unholy fuck, was she a sexy little devil...~