Page 44 of Hot Ghoul Summer

“No.” It’s not wrong. Just too much.

I want to devour that pussy. I want to be in every part of her, buried deep until I feel her coming on me. I want to pound into her until she whimpers in pleasure and loses every word but “Toby.”

I’m not sure I know how to do that, but I want to try. “You make me want to lose myself in you. Lose control,” I warn.

I expect Molly to pull back, to caution me, to remind me not to blow things.

“What’s that look like?” she gasps.

My form shifts without control, flickering as I yank the crotch of her panties aside to drag my fingers through her slit. One second they’re soft and fleshy, the next, hard and bony. I feel her clit throb as I squeeze it, spreading wetness from her core to her nub. My tongue feels too big for my human mouth, but just right for my bony jaw, just right to split her heavy, pouting labia, the one I want to play with until she floods my mouth with her juice.

Two fingers lodge deep inside of her while I bend her neck back with a forceful kiss, long tongue going in deep, diving where it doesn’t belong.

I pull back when she gags, wishing I hadn’t given into centuries of loneliness, ages of lust I didn’t even realize I’d been waiting to unleash.

Molly looks at me with an open mouth and wide, startled eyes.

Her hand moves between my legs and strokes, the first touch finding my normal male genitalia, and then as I shudder and shift again, she comes across something wider and more unholy-looking, a shaft of dark, thick flesh that isn’t much larger than my normal manhood, but moves much differently. Like my curious tongue, it slides through her grasping fingers and lodges between those pretty, plump lower lips.

“Oh, God.”

“I... I’ll work on this,” I promise. “I didn’t change forms like this before. Never have.”

“Can you fuck me like this?” she asks. Molly looks up at me with lowered eyelashes and her bottom lip between her teeth.

I didn’t read her scroll carefully, so I must’ve missed the part where she studied under Aphrodite in seduction. If she asked if she could set me on fire right now, I’d agree quite happily.

“You want me to?” I ask.

In answer, Molly grips my cock, squeezing until the pulsing, swirling rod thrusts helplessly in her hand. “Oh, yes. Yes, I do.”

TOBY WAS THE PERFECT size before, a size most men aspire to. Toby’s “Reaper Cock” (something I should trademark, maybe?) is just a little bigger, but it does things. It moves on its own, pulsing and filling me while his tentacle-like tongue fences with mine. My pussy stretches to take the way he curves and swirls, slick pre-cum easing his entrance.

His face stays between forms, as if his skull-like visage is hiding just under his skin, or is it the other way around? I don’t know. I really don’t care right now. All I know is that I’ve never, ever been so full, and something is coming over me. Pure animalistic lust.

Did the house put aphrodisiacs in the margaritas?

The thought gives me pause, but my body doesn’t take a break. I know if I told Toby I was worried about that idea, he’d stop at once, and frankly, I don’t want to stop.

In fact, as Toby kisses me and I feel his hips sync into a rhythm with mine, that thought flees. I don’t need any help. I just need Toby.

My hand slides between our bodies so I can stroke my clit and rub where we join, feeling the thick, pulsing shaft slide into my slippery pussy on each thrust. Sometimes my hand finds the soft, smooth skin of a normal penis, and other times it’s thicker, almost rubbery, and so slick.

“Why do you have different equipment? And why wasn’t I told dating you would give me a two-for-one deal?” I pant.

Toby kisses my throat. In seconds, I feel that long, flexible nightmare tongue curling halfway around me, squeezing every so slightly. It moves down and does the same thing to my breast.

I guess I don’t mind waiting for an answer. For long moments, I’m just lost in the fullness inside me and the pulling suction that flickers from breast to throat to other breast.

When Toby finally answers, he smiles down on me, handsome human features in place. “I didn’t know I could do this. I could do anything for you, Moll.”

My muscles squeeze, pulling him into me as sharp pulses of pleasure course through me. We hold each other tight, listening to distant music and the lapping of waves.

He could do anything for me. Has done so much for me.

His cock may stretch me, but his love stretches me, too, expanding my heart. Letting him in.

In my mind, I can glimpse a future, days and years away, where I hold him as we make love and the words flow easily, like the motions we exchange.

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