You try to assert your dominance and wordlessly reclaim your territory with the ‘ghost’ when It refuses to live with you peacefully. But your way of fighting back is mainly ignoring It’s irritating behavior as much as you can and living your life — of course living your life includes masturbating in your room after a hard day of work at your shitty customer service job.

You try to ignore it when the ‘ghost’ acts up here and there during bc god help anyone or anything that gets between you and your sorely needed O. You’re adamant in continuing until you get a little satisfaction, but your heart jumps into your throat when it feels like multiple hands that are not your own are suddenly touching you.

Control is quickly taken away from you as you’re immobilized by a heavy weight that you can’t see. The hands push yours to the side, and another keeps your legs apart. You try to swallow past the feeling of a hand squeezing your throat lightly, and another exploring your torso.

It’s so hard to tell without the gift of sight but you feel like the overlong body on yours is covered in smooth scales. They brush over your body in a way that chills you, just as the hand that busied itself with groping your tits slides down to right between your thighs. Your ‘ghost’ has oddly-shaped, inhuman digits but you gasp as they rub and circle your clit in exactly the same way you were just doing.

Had you been in your right mind, you could’ve tampered your surprise. What do ghosts really do but observe? It’s just that the way this particular one had to have been watching you closely to know exactly what you enjoyed while playing with your pussy. Before you know it you’re cumming past the shock, and your hands have been let go, allowing you to reach up and wrap them around the invisible sinuous body.

Coming down from the high, you slowly realize that the body on yours is tangible with a quick-beating heart and shifting muscles. Your eyes flutter as those fingers delve down and start to stretch your opening apart, making way for something much thicker, heavier, and… viscous? The shape is familiar enough in spite of it definitely not being human. You’re too in awe of what’s going on to even think of getting away, so the creature that isn’t actually a ghost sinks its cock inside you until it can go no further.

You groan at the intrusion, and one of the hands covers your mouth.

“Sh sh sh sh shhhhh...” It appears, revealing itself for the first time without warning, and you see the glare of beady eyes and score of acicular teeth.

“Relax.”

You stutter against the hand still held against your lips, blinking at shutter speed as the lower half of this eminence-colored lizard starts moving. His upper body remains still as a gargoyle, narrowed eyes darting over your face - your throat still in his hold - the way your breasts bounce in time with his movements. He’s cataloging your reactions, but you’ve quickly succumbed to another building climax and can’t think straight again.

Another moan is stifled as Randall lays even lower, maw pressed against the dip of your throat so he can trail over it with his tongue.