Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Touched by an Angel ❯ Screwed By An Angel ( Chapter 2 )

Vanessa rode on top her naked steed, grinding her hips down into his with vigor, making sure to hit the deep pink walls of dripping wet muscles that itched with lust. This was the third visit to her friend's room this week, and the meetings were only becoming more frequent.

At first the meetings were sparse as the urges were easier to manage. But now she could hardly stand being away from him. They weren't all sexual encounters as well; she just found it relaxing spending time with him in his dreams. This particular night however, called for some raunchy, inner demon releasing sex, and she made it her mission to cleanse them both of the stressful sexual frustration.

“I have never known a man to stay erect for so long in his sleep. You are such a dirty boy Aaron.” She continued flirting and complimenting her unconscious friend until she felt her gut starting to clench and her toes curled in an adorable bunch. Her inner muscles milked his cock hungrily without mercy as she shouted his name with passion during the duration of her climax.

“Fuck!” she yelled again after finally coming to her senses and felt the meaty rod still lodged inside her quivering, wet pussy. With whatever energy she had remaining, her weakened wings helped levitate her up, sliding up the blood engorged pole and moaning all the way as it rubbed the walls of her vagina, now extremely sensitive after the lustful beating.

“I guess you win again love,” she whispered while eyeing his still hard member. With a mischievous grin she wrapped a hand around him, watching his usual shuddering response whenever her smooth, supple fingers enveloped his slicked up head. “Don't worry baby, mama will take care of that for you.” She was practically purring as she stroked him up and down, surprising herself with her own dirty talk.

He didn't last long, subconsciously succumbing to her mellifluous encouragements and skilled gliding hand. She sped her pace up as he came, his passion shooting in great arcs to land on her breasts, smothering them in chaotic splats. “There you go champ.” She licked the remaining mess that spilled onto her fingers, and busied herself with humming while dressing her sleeping companion. “I'm so glad I took lessons to cast a deep sleeping spell from those fairies, or I would be screwed by now.”

Once she had Aaron fully clothed, the breeze exited through the window as it had come and gone many times before. The spell was lifted, and in a few short seconds he woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily but feeling a strange sense of release. As he dreams of Vanessa had only started to progress and she ran through his head more and more, the more absurd he felt every morning when he woke up. He just could not shake the feeling that something was very wrong with it all.

Needing assistance to cope with the haunting sensations he experienced while asleep, he called up a friend just to talk about it with someone. They suggested that if leaving the room failed to elevate his worry, then the next best thing would be having a witness there watching him sleep, to see if anything weird occurred. Not having a set of eyes readily available, he got the brilliant idea last night to record his sleep, and after a stretch to limber up his stiff body in the morning, he hurried himself over to the camera and plugged it into the computer.

The video was shot in the white and green tinted night vision mode, and the quality was a little questionable, but the film itself was eye opening. He watched as the video-captured version of him snored in the bed, when all of a sudden the window opened itself up, and a brief light flashed in the room. Aaron couldn't believe his eyes. His cover slid off his body, and soon after his shorts followed. Although with the fuzzy quality, he couldn't tell if he was undressing in his sleep, or being undressed by unseen offender. At first he felt silly to think a ninja was breaking into his room to molest him, but in another flash of light he received a divine answer.

He had to rewind the footage a few times before he timed the pause correctly, but the evidence was clear as day, and he hoped her face did not end up just his hopeful imagination giving excuses. Vanessa, or rather her spirit, was hovering over him. It failed to surprise him that she would come back from the dead just to see him -after all it was Vanessa- but as the video continued and he reached his noisy, messy orgasm, he was stunned by disbelief. Still, he dared not show it to anyone, or they would think him unhinged by her tragic death. The only way to prove it to himself was catch the ghost in the act.

Over the next few uneventful nights he stayed in his bed, pretending to sleep. Nothing spectacular happened, not even the recurring dream of his lost friend kept him entertained when he managed to sleep through class. He was getting disappointed, and his dedication to the experiment was derailing even as he tucked himself in that night.

With ears blocked by headphones and his eyes shut, he failed to notice the window sliding open ever so slowly. And with the blanket covering him, the cool breeze never reached his exposed skin.

“Oh, now doesn't my baby look so delicious?” Vanessa admired quietly from above, “I know… mama's been missing you too, but I'm here now and I'm going to work out all my deprivation tonight.” She contemplated using the sleeping spell on him again, but decided against it, since it robbed the poor boy of his natural dreams. Being curious of what his mind had in store for the both of them this time, she reached out to touch him, just as she had during their first encounter.

By chance, he opened one eye to inspect if the camera was still recording, and the sight of her ghastly transparent figured scared him half to death. His yell of panic set her off into a shrill cry of surprise as they both freaked the other out.

“I knew it!” He pointed an accusing finger at her, sat up and ripped the head phones from his ears. “I fucking knew it wasn't just my imagination! You've been coming to visit me while I've been sleeping.” She gave him a guilty look. She again contemplated using the spell on him again. There was still a chance that she could get away and he would forget about this confrontation or possibly mistake it for a realistic dream. “And have you been… molesting me? What the hell is your problem, Vane?”

Hearing her old pet name come from his lips, she smiled and let her wings lax to sit opposite of him on the bed. Her mind was made up, and the smile grew just a tiny bit devious. “I don't know dude. Something about being dead made me kind of a nymphomaniac; all the thoughts I had about you while I was alive mixed with the desperation of never making those thoughts a reality. I lost my damn mind, and I'm sorry, but in my defense it was the lust and love for you that allowed me to cross the barrier and see you. Still, what I did, no matter how much we mutually enjoyed, was really fucked up. Can you forgive me?” She pouted, her lips puckered up some and her eyes glossed over with practiced fake tears.

Aaron was without a response. His deceased friend was pleading to be forgiven for essentially actualizing every fantasy he ever had involving her; his brain could hardly process it. It didn't help that her face was contorted into the most adorable attribute he remembered about her. No matter how many times she used a pout to manipulate him, he would always give in to her demands. Tonight was just another expected victory for her.

“Yay!” she exclaimed as he nodded, immediately cheered up by the accepted apology. Now that the hard part was over and done with, the fun part could start. “You know, I'm a little happy you finally woke up to catch me in the act. I don't have to sneak or feel guilty about playing with you anymore, right?” The suggestive tone wasn't lost on him, but the lump in his throat wouldn't allow him to speak, no matter how many times he forcibly swallowed. Her sweet and innocent eyes had been replaced with the fierce orbs of a hungry predator staring down its next meal.

“There is something I would like to know, if you don't mind telling me of course.” She leaned forward towards him, now on her hands and knees as he curled a bit away from her in mild intimidation. He shook his head. “I made sure I was extra careful not to leave any traces of what I was doing, since there are a few strict rules with the dead interacting with the living. I just want to know, how did you finally figure it out? Did I leave I mess last time?” She crawled closer to him, until her breasts loomed over his chest and they were eye to eye. He shook his head again. “Good! I usually make sure to do a good job of cleaning all my messes up.” She licked her fingers to vividly accentuate her point with visual aid.

“No,” he managed breathlessly, “I can't remember you ever leaving me a mess to clean up. If you really want to know, I set up a camera right over there.” He pointed directly at the lens and her eyes followed his finger.

“Well I'll be. I didn't know I could show up on those. But if I can…” her eyes swung back around to meet his, “you want to give yourself a worthy show to watch?” He swallowed hard, the intensity of her gaze, the electricity in her eyes having a strange effect on him.

“Are you asking if I want to willingly screw around with my dead friend that I've had a crush on for years? Or, are you just looking for a way quick way to release your wanting demons?” She cocked her head to the side, something she did to show false naivety, and he knew this as well as she did.

“A little of both, so don't be such a chicken, it's not like I'm asking for rim jobs or God forbid plugging you in the butt. Now turn over and lay down so I can do things to your body that won't be too enjoyable at first.” The grin that followed was devious, but not void of a soul, and he started to comment but a quick flick of her tongue tasting his cheek shut him up. He was slightly taken aback, but once she leaned back to make eye contact he found she wore a blush on her cheeks as well. That was their first “consensual” intimate contact and they both took a moment to let it sink in until her lips efficiently took his by force.

Words were a moot point now, and they gave in to their wantonness want to please the other. Shirts were lifted over wings and heads to expose pecks and breasts. She was the most beautiful thing to have ever sat in front of him. The tinge of pain her death inflicted on his heart had eased considerably, whether this was a dream or not.

Her hands roamed to tickle at his abdomen, while his fingers traced her grinning cheekbones, spilling down her lips, sweeping down her neck and locking lightly to the nipples firming up between his grasp. Her moans enticed him, and he tugged harder while her hands did some exploring of their own, encountering a rather larger “snake” taking refuge in his shorts. The tips of her fingers teased him, inching their way to sit atop his private summit and lightly pushing into the opening.

Their lips crashed into each other once again, and their tongues wrestled together to signal the end of playtime. His shorts were ripped away and her panties followed as he rolled them over, pinning her tummy to the bed.

“Ooh, this is gonna be at least twice as appealing now that you won't be snoring in the background and can take control.” Before he answered, he swiped a finger through the lips of her forbidden fruit and caused an adorable blush to form on her cheeks.

“It's not my fault you decided to sneak around. You should've woken me up sooner knowing how much we both wanted to do this ever since high school. I don't care how nappy your hair was back then, you were fucking gorgeous.” Even their banter held an electrifying charge to him, and he realized the feelings he held for her transcended lust and love. This was something special, something magical that he would hold onto for as long as life allowed.

“Well, you've certainly filled out that scrawny body of yours since then. Now shut up and show mama how much you've grown.” The request was carried out with vigor; the same vigor that she used up until this point to pleasure herself with. He filled her insides from behind, stretching the constricted muscles in a pleasurable manor while reaching spots that felt unexplored in her.

The position was fairly new to them both, and he tested it slowly, much to her adulation. Once he entered as far as he could, Aaron rested his body weight on his arms that stayed on both sides of his mate, successfully pinning her down. The wings fluttered and his eyes examined just how they were connected to her back.

“This isn't my first time Airy, you can move” She grew feisty with her impatience, but hearing that nickname again sparked buried feelings in him, and he aspired to relive more than one fantasy tonight. His body consumed her as he leaned over, pressing as close to her spine as the position would allow, and he licked a bead of sweat off her neck, causing her to shiver.

“Don't rush me Vane. Trust that you don't want to do that, because I'm not restraining in fear of hurting you. You've already had your turn, this one is all for me.” Those words had her skin crawling in anxious anticipation. She had never heard the gentle guy be so threatening before; it sent quakes of excitement between her legs, squeezing his intruder with glee. “From now on until I finish, my pleasure is going to be your punishment.”

He withdrew slowly, the stiff organ rubbing hot spots on its way out and leaving a longing feeling of emptiness where no Aaron was there to fill. Soon only the head was remaining once she asked, “What are you doing? What did I do to get punish--” and was swiftly cut off as he returned with a powerful pelvic thrust inward. She nearly bit her tongue as the rush of pleasure compelled a strained sigh from her.

“Shut up!” Now he sounded completely foreign to her, although the feel and scent of her lover remained unchanged. He started exiting and she started to gather that she might really be in trouble now. “This is for stealing all of my lust every night!” The anger in his tone corresponded with the raw power that he reentered with. The bed as well as the angel jerked forward with his motion. “For never telling me how you felt about me!” He repeated the action and got a more enthused reaction as the angel hissed out her pleasure through clenched teeth. Her fingernails clawed at the bed sheets, but with her wings pinned under his stomach she was trapped beneath him, forced to take his brutal revenge.

“…And for dying well before your time,” he said in a more saddened toned, although the might in his hips hardly lessened. His sword withdrew from the warm hilt yet again as he sobbed, “For leaving me here, alone.” He pushed in with enough zest to collapse both of their resolves.

She submitted to his dominant body fully as the tiny droplets of moisture ran down his face. He trailed on with his reasons, but the inner sex hound in her had stopped caring, and her ears shut off as she enjoyed the rightful pounding she needed and deserved. By the end of it all the pace had become rapid and primal, and Vanessa had reached climax twice from his punishment. By now she was reduced to panting and drooling into a pillow, letting him use her to work out the lust-tangled frustration.

Finally she felt the familiar juices lubricate her insides with his release and he fell exhausted on top of his convulsing possession. As the energy of a randy shagging dispersed, they rejuvenated through a period of shared, ragged breathing. He kissed her cheek lovingly and she interrupted the tender moment with weak laughter.

“That… was fucking crazy,” she whispered up to the spent man, now thoroughly confused. “I never imagined you had it in you to put me in such a compromising position, but God bless I finally received what I've needed all along.”

Aaron pulled out the naked body of his sweat covered friend with a sick slurping sound, concerned that he had went over board and broken her.

“Thank you for releasing me from such a devastating confliction.” She was spewing nonsense now, and

he quickly sat up, with her slowly following suit. “I couldn't have freed myself from that alone, but now I can go back to the afterlife without chains of regret dragging me back down here again.”

“What? You can't go! You just came back damn it! I love you!” She simply laughed at him again, putting a finger over his lips to hush him.

“I know how you feel Airy, but I can't stay. I love you too, with all of my heart, for whatever it's worth.” She punctuated it with a kiss of enough fever to rival any dream he had. The passion released itself from her in a sigh, and she dug nails into his back as the room was granted another flash. And in the next breath, a satisfying gasp he would treasure for as long as he lived, Vanessa was gone and he was back to being all alone in his room.

The sudden remorse mixed in with the toil of physical exhaustion had Aaron passed out in a heartbeat. By morning he was a cheap imitation of his former self. He couldn't find a single shred of evidence that the events last night happened; not even the scratched she left on his back. It didn't occur to him until after breakfast to check the camera. With a breath of hope, he rushed upstairs and plugged the camera into the computer. He was simply amazed at what he saw.