EXTRA Halloween special: Fated ones

A/N: Hi there lovelies, this was supposed to be posted on Halloween but I wasn’t able to post it, so here you have it. A lil delayed Halloween story. This is just really soft, I thought it was going to be filthy but the characters took a way of their own.

Ghost x fem!reader || overstimulation, semi-public sex (kinda), breeding, cum-play (light), exhibitionism (kinda)

When the veil between the mortal realm and the undead is thinner, the ghosts go out to party.

That’s what your grandma used to tell you when you were little and said you couldn’t go out on Halloween. You always thought it was just an old woman’s tale, but as you got older… things started to make more and more sense.

You weren’t a witch. Not exactly. You were something similar to a gifted human. You could sense things, see shadows and sometimes ghosts, but never something too coherent. It was weird and made you quirky, it was kind of fun most times. Didn’t affect your life that much, so that’s why you didn’t even question when your friend asked you to go to the carnival fair on Halloween’s night. It sounded fun, it sounded great.

You arrived there dressed with your cutest dress and your prettiest makeup. First thing you noticed is how the Halloween carnival was close to the graveyard. And as soon as you arrived there was something in the air. It was some kind of electricity that made you feel tense. Anticipation filled your senses as you walked to the funnel cake place with your over-excited friends.

At some point, the electricity in the air was too much, something asked you to move, to get out, to get some air at least. You needed to go. You told your friends you needed to go to the bathroom and walked off.

Something unnamed called you to the graveyard, your feet took you there without you noticing. You could see shadows dancing in front of you as you walked further and further away from the carnival. The sounds faded away as someone called your name to your right, you focused your steps in that direction until you stopped in front of a broken tombstone.

“You came,” a voice behind you said. You turned around so fast your feet destabilized and you almost fell, but ghosty hands grabbed your waist and pressed your body to a hard chest.

You looked up at him to say thanks, but your words died in your mouth as you stared into glowing eyes. He was translucent, you could still see the trees and flowers through him. He was beautiful in such an unnatural way that your body shivered looking directly at him.

You had so many questions in your brain you couldn’t even sort them all out. “What are you?” You finally asked.

“What do you think I am, sweetheart?” He asked back, amused.

“A ghost,” you whispered. You felt like Bella Swan in that scene of Twilight.

He booped your nose and smiled down at you, his face glowing from within. “Bingo! Such a smart cookie.” You blushed at his words, your body trembling for reasons you didn’t even know.

“Why did you call me? Who are you?” You asked next, curious to know what was even happening. This was like nothing you’d ever felt.

“Your fated one, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting for you for so long…” He sounded dreamy, like his words were true in a way that you couldn’t understand right there.

That made no sense to you. “What does that mean?”

“We’ll join and we’ll be linked,” he said as if that was an explanation.

“But I don’t know you,” was the only thing you could think at that moment.

His smile was sweet. “Don’t you? Don’t you feel it right here,” he placed his ghostly hand over your heart. “Don’t you feel how close we are? How perfect we are for each other?”

“I- I don’t…” You tried to lie, but his raised eyebrow made you backtrack. “Yes,” you finally accepted. And it was true.

It was true that you felt it, you felt something inside of you that was so powerful and so deep that you could barely understand it, but you couldn’t deny it either. You felt a connection to him so big you knew he was telling the truth.

“What do we do about it?” You asked then.

“We fuck, and I’ll breed you to finish our union. You’ll link me to the mortal realm and we’ll be one, sweetheart. Are you okay with that?”

There was only one answer. “Yes.”

He lowered you down to the gravestone behind you, your back laying on the cold stone as he followed you, his feet not touching the ground as he floated over you. He pushed your dress up to your waist, kissing each centimeter exposed and making you giggle.

“It tickles,” you explained between giggles, his smile was so big you felt your heart skip a beat.

He took your panties off in a slow caress, touching your pussy with soft fingers as he teased your clit. You wriggled under him, moaning softly as he smiled. “Come on, sweetheart, I need you drenched in desire for me.” His words were like a switch that made you groan.

Your pussy got wetter and wetter as he played with your pussy like it was a professional. It felt great, your body melting under his hand as he toyed with your clit and finger fucked your tight hole.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” His fingers curled and made you cry out.

“Please,” was your only answer.

His dick breathed you slowly, his hands caressing your sides and his eyes fixated on yours. It was such an intense connection you could feel it in your soul. He bottomed out and left you breathless, his own breathing was erratic as he let you accommodate his girth.

“Move,” you ordered in a harsh tone, making him chuckle as he complied.

And then he started fucking you with intent.

“I knew you were the correct one, I knew your body was made for me. Such a sweet cunt to fuck, such sweet little sounds.” His words made you moan, his dick hitting you right on your G-spot and making your eyes roll back into your head. His hands pushed your legs back, next to his ears as he pushed harder, deeper. It was intoxicating how amazing he felt inside of you.

“Look at that, sweetheart, they all want to see how pretty you are,” he said as you looked to the side and saw a bunch of ghostly figures staring at you two, their faces broken in grins and smiles.

In a way, it didn’t feel filthy to be watched, but at the same time, your pussy clenched around his shaft and he groaned, making you do it again. It was maddening how good he felt inside of you, you had your fair share of fucking, but nobody felt like him. His dick felt like coming home, his thrusts like being filled with light and darkness, like your soul was returning to your body and being pulled away.

Your orgasm caught you off guard, you clawed as his clothed back as he thrust one more time and came so deep inside of you, you almost felt it in the back of your throat.

He pulled out and stared at your pussy, his smirk so big and naughty you blushed. “Look at that, your cunt looks so pretty all glowy with my cum…” You followed his gaze and saw your messy pussy glowing the same way he was. His cum shiny and iridescent, glowing in a way that was so unnatural but so beautiful that you moaned again. But he wasn’t done with you “Let me do it again, sweetheart.”

He pushed his still hard dick inside, fucking his spectro cum back inside as you cried out in oversensitivity. But it was so good. He fucked you restlessly again, his cum and your juices making filthy sounds that joined his grunts and your moans in the most obscene way.

Your second orgasm was even more intense than the first, a tidal wave against your body that left you breathless and trembling. He cried out your name as he pushed one last time, filling you with so much come you felt your body open to accept all of him, breeding you so completely you felt full to the brim.

He kept his dick deep inside until your breathing became normal again, pulling out slowly and making you moan when the gush of cum went out. It was the filthiest sensation and one you knew you were going to become addicted to. He smiled at you in such a sweet way that it almost drove you to tears, but he leaned in and kissed you softly, your smile so big it was more teeth than lips.

“We’ll see each other soon, sweetheart,” he said as he literally disappeared.

You stared at the empty space he just was in, standing up in shaky legs as you pulled your panties up and pull yourself together to walk back to the carnival. You found your friends and joked about the long line to the toilet. They had no idea your cunt was drenching your panties with ghostly cum and your pussy was still trembling.

After everything, your grandma was right, the undead were out to party.