#ghost morph

A hand reached out hesitantly, ghosting over the warmth of your cheek, eyes admiring the rise and fall of your breaths. It was only when you felt the chill on your neck that you woke, eyes fluttering sleepily. Moving all those boxes had taken a lot out of you and you stood in hopes of heading to bed. It was only then you remembered that you hadn’t unpacked your room, boxes of clothes pushed to the corner but your bed was at least intact. You walked out of the room, a wall of warmth greeting you as you left the living room behind. It was like you had been in a walk-in fridge, but in your tired brain, it was just something else to add on to the work that needed to be done.

You clicked off the lights one by one, crossing back over to the now warm living room. The house was dark, moonlight seeping in from the slit in the heavy curtains and that’s when you saw it, a glimmer of something as it moved away from the light. You may have excused it as a trick of the light if it didn’t vaguely make up the shape of a body. “Who’s there?” You called out into the room, the chill slowly returning. Your voice was soft, weak from disuse, not as firm as you’d like it to be when questioning a potential home invader.

The silence stretched as you stood there, trembling from the cold and the fear of there being someone in your house. Maybe it was a squatter? You had been confident in the state of the home since your last tour and didn’t think there was anything that needed looking for. You regret that decision now, peering into the dark to see if you saw any other signs of movement. The dark was staring back at you. Maybe you really were just tired…The fear began to dissipate but the chill remained, and slowly and hesitantly you turned to head to the staircase, suspiciously eyeing the curtains.

You climbed the staircase to the second floor, the chill following you into the hallway. The floorboards creaked under your weight as you pushed open the door. It squeaked eerily, swinging freely on its hinges. A breath caught in your thought when you saw the figure again, standing in the center of your bedroom. You hadn’t gotten the chance to close the curtains, the moonlight flooding into the room and illuminating it in a white light. The figure was there, tall but their features were indiscernible. It was as if you were peering into a rippling reflection, the longer you looked, the more distorted the features were. One thing was for certain that whoever this was…whatever this was, it wasn’t human. It was standing there and yet it was transparent, you could see your bed behind it.

“I can see you…” Instead of running your feet felt like they were planted in place, eyes wide as you took in your discovery. The idea of sleeping was gone completely as the figure shifted, surprised to be called out. “Who are you?” You quickly followed up, arms coming to hold your figure from the persisting cold. Silence stretched on again and you watched as the figure moved, a slow hesitant shuffle.

The closer it got, the more recognizable its features were. It was a man, easily towering over you with angular features and the softest brown eyes. His hair was cropped short, the sides shaved into a fade with tight coils of black curls on his head. Your blinking and your breathing became rapid, was he going to do something to you? What did he want from you?

“You can see me?” His voice was like a distant echo, deep and seemingly bouncing off the walls in the room. He sounded like he was in disbelief, the same disbelief you felt at the sight of him. He didn’t even seem tangible, like your hand would pass right through him if you tried to touch him. You had the juvenile thought that you must’ve been speaking to a ghost…? But, ghosts aren't real, right?

You gave a slow nod of your head in response, swallowing thickly as his expression changed from one of disbelief to excitement. His smile stretched wide, dimples dimpling his cheeks and his features stretching joyously.

“You’re the first person to ever see me.” His excitement was heard clearly in his voice and it was almost contagious, if it weren’t for the fact that a random man was standing in your bedroom.

“How’d you get in here? Who are you?” You repeated, your tone coming off more urgent. Several times you asked and it felt like he was dancing around your questions. 

“I…” He started but paused, his brows pinching in confusion as he tried to recall his name. It was such a simple question, something everyone would know about themselves but he didn’t have an answer. “I’m…not sure. I don’t remember. I woke up here one day and haven’t been able to leave.” His tone shifted, noticeably more sad.

All the signs were pointing to this guy being a ghost, transparent, not remembering his name or where he’d come from. You would’ve thought he was crazy if it weren’t for the fact that you were seeing him with your own eyes. You gave a slow nod, he must’ve been disoriented and all alone…”That’s okay…”  You found yourself saying, finally able to pick up your feet and move deeper into your bedroom.

You told him your name, wanting to turn on the light but unsure if he’d disappear when you did. “How are you…transparent?” You didn’t know how else to sugarcoat it, or if he even knew what you were talking about.

“I don’t really know, I’ve looked like this since I woke up. But, I can touch things.” He turned, looking around the room for an example. The room wasn’t as set up as the rest of the house, you had opted to toss the older furniture for your own more salvageable things. “Is it okay if..?” He trailed off, hand outstretched towards you but not moving any closer.

You nodded, curious yourself as his hand came down to touch your shoulder. It didn’t pass through as you expected, sitting heavy and cold on your shoulder. It was the same chill you’d felt in your dreams, seeping down to your bones. 

“You…you’re warm…” The ghost murmured, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Ever since he saw you enter the home he’d been smitten. From your first tour all those months ago, to you finally moving in. Seeing you sleeping on the couch he couldn’t resist a small touch. The feeling of your skin beneath his hand warmed his fingers more than he thought possible. Since waking up he’d never felt anything like it. All the previous homeowners had run when he tried to make himself known, just wanting to help from the situation he found himself in. Alone, afraid and invisible. But you were different, you could see him and speak to him. 

“And you feel cold.” The chill that seemed to randomly take over the house made sense now, it was him roaming from room to room, watching you as you unpacked your boxes into the house. It should have made you nervous, the idea of constantly being watched, but it became clear that he was in need of some kind of help. “I could feel your presence all this time.” You admitted to him with your own revelation, biting your bottom lip in nervousness.

His lips twitched in a smile but his hand remained on your shoulder, his fingers flexing as the warmth settled. Silence settled again, and all he did was look over you, mainly your face as he took in your warmth. “Can I um…” He was unsure of how to ask, wanting to feel more of your warmth against him.

You were nodding before he could finish, assuming that he wanted to share your warmth. A part of you did want to help him, he seemed so lost, and in need of some kind of companionship. You reached out hesitantly, taking his free hand, and still you expected to go right through him. His hand was solid, just as the other one was on your shoulder. With a gentle squeeze, you led him over to the bed. The idea of turning on the lights was forgotten. With the moonlight you could see him perfectly, still a little ripply but manageable when you were close. 

You let go of his hand briefly, sitting on your bed and scooting back until your back hit the headboard. You pat the space next to you, not as unnerved as you should be to cuddle a stranger, but the way you saw it, you guys were roommates from now on. It was like an icebreaker of sorts. You watched as he carefully climbed onto the bed with you and instead of settling next to you like you offered, he was crawling between your thighs.

To be so close to you like this was exciting, your warmth jumping to him like it was his own. It felt like he could wiggle his fingers and toes freely with less frigidity. He had no doubts that if he were to hold you closer, that the warmth would ease his whole body. He’d feel normal again.

The ghost kneeled between your thighs, carefully laying himself down overtop you. You smelled so nice…his eyes closing as he came to rest his head against your chest, his arms winding around your midsection. His weight came down to rest against you, heavy but comforting. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from him but you supposed you would do the same if you hadn’t had contact with anyone else in who knew how long.

It was quiet between you, comforting as you relished in each other's company. The exhaustion was returning, a burn behind your eyelids and the arms of another person was lulling you to sleep. Your breathing was just beginning to slow when you felt something poking against your upper inner thigh. It roused you along with the ghost’s quiet murmuring by your ear.

“I’m sorry…” He spoke quietly, his nose brushing along the length of your neck. You were blinking yourself awake when he ground his hips down against you causing whatever was pressing against you to shift.

“Sorry..?” You mumbled tiredly, hands moving to rub at your eyes and wake yourself up a little. You didn’t want to fall asleep on him without saying something, and you were close to doing just that so you could roll over and finally rest your tired limbs.

He didn’t respond for a while, starting to find a tempo with his hips. He sighed deeply through his nose, his growing bulge being strategically rubbed against the crotch of your pants. His movements were jerking your body gently, enough to lull you back to sleep if he wasn’t answering your question. “You just smell so nice…and you feel so warm. I couldn’t stop it…” He murmured. “I’m sorry…” He repeated, his lips brushing against your neck.

You lifted your head, realization settling from what he said and now it made sense as to what he was doing exactly. He did sound apologetic but the way he was desperately humping against you didn’t exactly reflect it. His grip tightened around you, his humping picking up its pace and rocking your body more noticeably.

“It’s…okay…” It was all you could think to say especially when he began to apply the right amount of pleasure against your clit. You figured you couldn’t be mad at him, he was a pent-up man and you were a little pent-up too…Homeownership wasn’t easy in the least and you hadn’t had much of a moment to yourself since starting the whole process.

The ghost’s breaths came out as pants, cool as it fanned over your skin. The cold persisted, more focused this time. Your back arched off briefly, nipples hardening and poking through the material of your shirt. “I’m not upset or anything…let’s just…” You let your words trail off as you reached to pull your shirt over your head, breasts bouncing free from the lack of a bra. 

His face was flushed, mouth agape in surprise as you began to undress, hands working between your bodies to discard your pants next. He pulled back to give you space, the bulge in his pants more than obvious and just as desperate as he looked for attention. His next apology quickly died on his lips when your panties finally came into view. In the low lighting, he could see the wet patch where the material stuck to your vulva from your growing arousal.

“It’s okay baby, come here.” You spoke gently, as if he were a frightened animal. He certainly looked like it at the moment. The moon's rays shifted slightly, for a couple moments it passed through the ghost, shining down on your abdomen as if he wasn’t even there. Your hands reached out, helping him out of his clothes, which he eagerly helped you with.

Beneath his clothes, he was muscular, just enough to fit his large stature. His muscles were prominent but not unnecessarily so, a part of you wondered what he’d done while he was alive to keep in shape. His height and his body had barely clued you in to how big his length was. It bounced up briefly before it hung low from its weight. It was thick and veiny, matching his dark complexion in color. Precum had already started to bead at the tip, his length twitching a few times from the visuals of your own body. 

The ghost shifted closer from your invitation, watching as you laid flat on the mattress, your head supported by your pillows. You were watching his face, hand reaching down to take hold of his thick and heavy length. It took some adjusting with the height difference but when he was close enough, you eagerly guided his drooling tip to your entrance. Just like the rest of him, his tip was cold as he pressed against your sopping entrance, squelching noisily from the applied pressure.

He took a breath, holding it in anticipation as you carefully guided him deeper. “Push your hips forward.” He was distracted, eyes glued to where you were connected, but his hips moved from pure instincts. He was seeking out your warmth, his tip finally pushing in up until the ridge of his mushroom tip. He moaned unabashedly, feeling the ways your walls clenched and sucked on him, trying to grow used to his size.

You watched as his eyes rolled back, spurts of precum painting your walls, and easily spilling past his tip and down your taint.  With your dainty hand still holding onto him, you pulled his length towards you, guiding him to slide in deeper. You were taking your own quick inhales, his girth spreading you deliciously. Grool spilled over the ⅓ of him you had managed to work in thus far, his veins brushing against every spongy spot inside your walls.

“Oh, thank you…thank you.” He repeated, his hips starting to move on their own even in his haze of pleasure. For a moment it was without rhythm, the ghost working purely on what felt good, trying to get as deep into you as he possibly could. It was more than just the constriction of your walls, or your hungry pussy trying to suck him deeper. It was the warmth that shot out to his fingers and his toes, it spread throughout his very being.

You moved your hands to instead cup his cheeks, turning his face towards you. His expression was pleasure-stricken, his words coming out as delirious mumbles when he finally settled into a rhythm. His thick length bullying your walls open had your moans joining his, grool squelching loudly past his length. “There you go.” You murmured, your legs coming to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper with the pressure against his tailbone. “Just like that baby.” Your lips met his in a desperate kiss, his hips stuttering momentarily from the distraction.

His length felt heavy inside of you, the angle perfect to have him gliding along your front walls, a bulge pressing against your pelvis from his size. Your hips ground down eagerly, moaning against his lips as his pace quickened from the taste of your lips.

Your tits bounced against his chest enticingly from his eager pumps, nipples brushing against the cold of his skin. Your walls sucking his length just as desperately as your lips came to wrap around his tongue and suck on it. You cupped his cheek while the other came down to stroke your pulsing clit, your walls milking him harder.

“Think I’m gonna…” The ghost mumbled, leaning in to catch your lips again to quiet his desperate moans. He was chasing his own orgasm now, his cold hands desperately coming to grasp onto your thighs, pressing them down towards your chest, forcing his length into the base.

You grunted softly, his balls smacking loudly against his skin and his tip finding your g spot. You yelped as he pummeled the spot hard, your eyes fluttering closed from the dizzying pleasure. He held your body still beneath him, moans escaping from your throats, mingling together and making the air warm finally.

“Right there baby, keep going.” Your words were cut off between moans. It was now his mission to hold out before you, his length wet to the base, sticking to your skin briefly before he was pulling out and burying himself right back in. The moonlight had shifted slightly, the ghost's form flickering from the lack of light. If it weren’t for his cock stretching you out and his hands on your body you wouldn’t have known he was there.

Glancing down, your hole was lewdly spread around nothing and that excited you. An invisible lover spreading you open, making you moan louder than anyone else you’d been with even with his over-excited humping. Your fingers worked faster on your clit, your breathing quickening as your orgasm crashed into you. Your walls clenched down tightly, cum splashing over his length quickly, your hips bucking slightly, trying to alleviate the pressure on your g spot.

“Yes yes yes.” Invisible lips pressed down against your neck, his grip firm to keep you from squirming away from him. You were clenching down on him but simultaneously trying to push his length out from the force of your orgasm. It made him shudder from the warmth you were gracing him with, his thrusts slowly when his own orgasm came, flooding your walls with warm cum. He thrusted a few times, forcing his load deeper, the mess between you becoming creamy.

You let out a sigh, your body buzzing pleasantly, and when your eyes opened, his form was back, moonlight flooding back into your room like it had never felt. Your hand reached down, gently stroking over the twitching bulge that sat inside of you.

A comfortable silence settled, the ghost nuzzling into your neck affectionately, releasing your thighs to stroke your body tenderly. He murmured something against your neck to which you responded with a lazy hum, not having heard him.