HAPPY HALLOWEEN! So, this is what happens when I watch too much TFS and get bored and brainstorm insane ideas. WARNING, it's pretty much way way way out there. It's a little weird, it's a little dark… ok, it's really dark. And pretty weird even by my standards, but it was fun to write and I laughed almost the whole way through it. This should be about 3 chapters yall, so enjoy my Ghost!Nappa smutastic porn with very little plot. And please don't flame and/or kill me. This ain't gonna be everyone's cup of tea.
Stroking her clit slowly, Ami closed her eyes and cupped a breast with her free hand, imagining that the dreams she'd been having were real. The multitude of hands that had wandered her had been arousing and soothing at the same time, and the mouths wandering her sensitive flesh had felt absolutely divine, even if they'd never once kissed her between her legs as she'd been hoping for in the dream.
No, they'd only aroused her to the point of frustration, then they'd left her to fall into a deeper, dreamless sleep, and she'd woken both mornings sexually unfulfilled, achy and needy. "Wouldn't mind it now if they would actually let me orgasm, though," she mused to herself, blushing at the thought as she dipped a finger into herself and rubbed her g-spot for a few moments before going back to her aching clit.
At first, Ami thought that she was imagining the calloused, male hand caressing her inner thigh was part of her perverted fantasy, but when it slid over the fingers that were moving inside of her panties, she gasped and opened her eyes, only to find that she was alone. But the large hand was there, its weight just as real as she was, and when it crept its way up to her wrist and tugged her fingers away from her clit, she screamed, only to feel another hand cover her mouth.
Her attempt to leap out of the bed was thwarted by dozens of other hands pinning her down, followed by the feeling of some sort of power settling over her, locking her in place. The hands restraining her loosened their grip then, and trying her best not to panic, Ami struggled fruitlessly for what felt like an hour before she finally accepted the fact that she couldn't escape, a hand covering her mouth every time she tried to scream or call for help.
"It wasn't a dream!" She finally squeaked as she went limp. "Oh God, it wasn't a dream!"
Nothing and no one answered her, and with her brain running a million miles an hour, Ami wondered if whatever had been arousing her would even be able to communicate with her. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, fighting the urge to panic. A slow stroke to her clothed sex answered her, and she gasped in reaction when her traitorous body responded positively to the contact, her clit throbbing at the memory of all of the touching and kissing she'd experienced when she'd thought she'd been dreaming. "Are… are you going to hurt me? Um… two knocks for no, one for yes." She'd seen that in a movie once, and just as she was wondering if the entity in her room could even knock, two steady raps sounded on the headboard.
"Are you a ghost?" She whimpered fearfully, shivering when one knock sounded immediately. "Oh dear God… y—y—you're dead!?"
One knock.
"B—b—but why!? You're dead! You couldn't possibly get anything out of this, could you!?"
There was a pause at that, and Ami trembled for several seconds before three knocks replied, which she translated to "I don't know." "Did… did I do something to make you mad?"
Two knocks.
"Are you doing this just to scare me? For kicks?" She asked a little more calmly, relieved that she hadn't made the entity pinning her angry. Two knocks sounded yet again, and the knowledge that he/she/them wasn't intentionally trying to terrify the hell out of her did wonders for settling her nerves. The sensation of several hands tugging at her clothes spurred on yet another question, and Ami trembled when they switched to simply stroking and soothing her as she spoke. "How many of you are in the room? Th—there's so many hands…"
One knock came, and Ami puzzled over that for a moment. "Wait. There's only one spirit in this room with me?" Another single knock sounded. "Wait," she repeated when they began to tug at her nightgown yet again—she was surprised when they listened and resumed their gentle petting, and she actually relaxed a little, her eyes slipping shut as she couldn't help but enjoy the attention. "Mmm… that's nice. So… if you're some sort of spirit, are you maybe just displacing your energy or something to do what you're doing now?" She asked curiously.
It replied with one knock, and she shivered with pleasure when a pair of lips rasped over hers, almost as if it was praising her deductive abilities. "Are you female?" Two knocks.
"Will you let me up?"
Two knocks.
"Oh, come on! Why not?" A hand cupping her wet panties answered, and Ami's body tried to react and raise its hips, but the force holding her down wouldn't let her budge even an inch. With the invisible hands still wandering her gently, Ami concluded that if this being was truly a ghost, it had all the time in the world and it likely wouldn't be swayed by much to release her, so she made a quick decision based on that fact and the undeniable ache inside of her. After all, it hadn't hurt her, so maybe… "If I let you do what you want… will you get me off this time?" She asked shyly.
Three knocks and another kiss came as her answer, and Ami wondered if the ghost was just being a smartass. "Look… I came to bed with the intention of having an orgasm," she began diplomatically, only to have the second half of her sentence silenced with a kiss as the straps of her silky nightgown were drawn down by unseen hands and a pair of mouths joined in, kissing the creamy skin of both of her shoulders, the gentle pecks morphing quickly into hot, slow open-mouthed kisses, a second set joining in to give her throat the same treatment.
"You really won't hurt me?" She asked breathlessly when the ghost broke the kiss, her eyes growing hazy from arousal as the four mouths on her shoulders and throat continued their seduction. Another kiss to her lips answered her, one of those large male hands cupping her face as a group of smaller hands began to stroke her in a clear effort to ease her inhibitions, every touch soft and warm as the lips pressing to hers parted and a tongue brushed her lower lip in an attempt to coax her to open to him.
During the last two nights, she'd eagerly kissed this supernatural lover in return, but now that she knew he was real… "I'm a little scared," she whispered, blushing at the confession. Ami felt him sigh as he kissed her cheek, a hand running through her hair just as one of the mouths on her neck fastened to a sensitive spot that usually made her toes curl. Gasping at the pleasure, she still trembled, wishing silently that she could move. Maybe then this wouldn't be so unnerving, even if she had to admit that not being able to move was a little hot. "Just please don't hurt me," she repeated, only to relax a bit, surprised to feel a cheek pressing to her own and the face attached to it nodding slowly as one knock echoed throughout the room.
Clearly he understood and he was agreeing yet again not to harm her. Thanks to that reassurance, Ami managed to think rationally again, and she remembered that he hadn't harmed her once when she'd been eager and convinced that she was dreaming—in fact, the mouths and hands teasing her had been infinitely gentle and attentive even if they hadn't finished her off.
"Please… all joking aside, will you make me come this time?" She asked as he nuzzled her. He answered with a slow, deliberate nod, and Ami relaxed the rest of the way, gasping when the mouths at her shoulders trailed their way down to her bared nipples and fastened onto them, suckling her noisily.
The warmth in her belly built far faster than it had the last two nights, and even though Ami knew part of it was from her lack of release, she also knew that a lot of it was because she found this whole thing to be ridiculously erotic. "Gods, I'm such a closet pervert," she whimpered as her arousal grew to a point of discomfort. "I'm being pinned down and seduced by a ghost, what's wrong with me! I should be screaming for help!"
Some internal instinct told her that her lover was laughing at that as she felt her nightgown being drawn completely off of her, and when she felt a pair of hands caressing her inner thighs and a mouth kissing just above the hem of her panties, she let out a desperate moan. "Yes… please…"
All attempts to wiggle or rock her hips in demand were thwarted by whatever powers he was using to keep her utterly still, and when a set of teeth tugged briefly at the front of her underwear, she felt ready to scream in frustration. The hands on her thighs were maddening as they stroked and kneaded the firm flesh and spread her legs, the calloused thumbs rasping occasionally against the moist cotton covering her, and when she felt that warm mouth descend briefly to kiss her shaved lips through the garment, she let loose a loud, needy moan.
Throughout all of that, the hands were still caressing the rest of her, and the mouths attached to her sensitive nipples were still sucking and licking even as the two on her neck worshipped all of her good spots. Her lover was back, too, gently cupping and squeezing her breasts as he kissed her lips, drinking in her wanton moans. A high, nearly miserable whine escaped her when the mouth between her legs stopped stimulating her—sure, it was really just teasing her, but at least it was something!—and it moved to her inner thighs, kissing the warm skin, sucking down on occasion to leave lovebites in its wake.
"Stop teasing me!" She finally demanded, followed by a nip to the mouth trying to kiss her once more. "I swear to God, if you leave me hanging like you did the last two nights, I'll go out and find someone to finish me off!"
A nip to her throat made her squeak in surprise; it hadn't hurt, but her eyes snapped open in reaction and she scowled at the seemingly empty air. "Play nice!" She huffed, referring just as much to the searing need for some friction between her legs as she was to the sharp admonishment. Ami was mollified by a gentle kiss to the sore spot and she relaxed again, only to gasp and try to arch when she felt his thumbs hooking her panties at her hips and drawing them down, the whispering of the cloth against her sex making her moan.
She was rewarded further with a kiss to her bared mound, and she could only slump into the mattress in reaction, wishing she could hook her legs over his shoulders. He was doing it for her, though, parting her thighs so that she was fully exposed, and Ami blushed at the thought even as her eyes rolled back from a slow, teasing lick to the crease of her folds. "Gods yes… more… please…"
He instantly followed orders, parting her with his tongue, briefly flicking over her clit, making her gasp loudly and try her best to buck against him yet again, but it didn't matter anymore that she couldn't move because he wasn't letting up and was diving back in, the following lick firmer than the last. "Yes, just like that! That's perfect!"
Ami wasn't disappointed; her ghostly lover kept up the licking, but when Ami felt a second tongue join in and penetrate her, she squealed in surprise. "Oh! Oh crap!" The tongue didn't feel natural, either, it was impossibly long, and while it wasn't quite wide enough to break her hymen—it only stretched it a tad—the foreign sensation of having anything so deep inside of her made her tremble nervously. "I—I'm a virgin," she stammered out, only to jump in surprise when everything suddenly stopped. "I um… I don't mind what you're doing," she clarified, "only please be careful?"
He replied by delicately sucking at her clit, and the rest of the mouths and hands resumed their attentions a few seconds later when she moaned happily at the stimulation to her swollen nub. The unnaturally long tongue began to slowly squirm inside of her too, turning even as it licked a spot that had her whimpering and trying to writhe against the force holding her down. "I… I'm going to come," she whined as it bore down on that spot and the rest of it twisted and rotated against her tight walls. "Please don't stop!"
Ami savored the intense pleasure that always came before orgasm as the ghost complied with her request and continued, focusing on the growing heat in her belly and the steady shocks of ecstasy pulsing from her sex into every nerve ending, her fingers and toes tingling as the pressure inside of her rose even higher.
And then it exploded suddenly and she cried out, her body singing as it rode out the tsunami of pleasure washing over her, her yell of rapture morphing into a long moan when he continued to gently suck her clit and the tongue inside of her began to simply thrust to ride out her climax. "So good," she whimpered, sagging as the intensity died down to a beautiful warmth that simply engulfed her, finally satisfied for the first time in days. "Thank you," she added with a happy sigh, mistakenly thinking that they were done when the amorous ghost paused, only to gasp several seconds later, her eyes going wide at the feeling of the tongue inside of her expanding in width. "W—Wait! I'm a virgin, remember!? Please! Please don't, I'm begging you!"
The hands covering her stroked her soothingly as the hot tongue inside of her slowly continued to grow, but when Ami didn't feel the expected pain at her entrance, it dawned on her that the appendage inside of her hadn't grown anywhere near the proof of her virginity. It was still thin enough not to break her hymen right there at the entrance, and had only expanded inside of her an inch past it. "Oh… that's really weird," she whispered. "Like… really, really weird. I don't even have words for it beyond that, Mr. Ghost."
He didn't move at that and only continued to lightly suck while the hands and mouths on her kept up what they'd been doing, and it was only after a minute or two that Ami realized he was possibly waiting for her permission. "Ok… but on one condition. Besides not taking my virginity," she added hurriedly. One rap to her headboard told her he was listening, and the Senshi of Mercury nodded. "Stop holding me down, please. It… it's kind of hot, I'll admit, but in this situation I'm not exactly comfortable with it. Not yet, anyway. Maybe in the future if you're planning on doing this sort of thing regularly, though…?"
The supernatural force holding her down lifted then, and Ami moved her arms to test them out and wiggled her fingers and toes, squirming slightly against the face between her thighs. "Thank you," she sighed in relief. "Can I touch you?"
One knock.
Her hands found that his head was bald, but she didn't really get to explore more than that since the wide pseudo-cock inside of her was beginning to move, pulling back to just short of her barrier and then thrusting deep, making her arch in response and moan at the foreign sensation of being stretched wide and filled by a man. "Oh, so this is what sex feels like… mmm… don't stop, I like it," she murmured, tensing at the powerful, gratifying pleasure that he was giving her with every careful movement, his mouth switching to licking her clit and his hands gently massaging her lower belly and her mound.
All of the stimulation to so many erogenous zones had her spiraling up into a second climax quickly, and Ami didn't have time to savor that intensity she loved so much right before orgasm; the added pressure of having an erection inside of her was setting her off faster, the resulting explosion harder and stronger than ever before, and she yelled at the force of it as she tightened around him even as he continued to move. "Gods… that was amazing!" She moaned, beginning to rock in time with him, tugging at his head to bring his mouth up to hers and kissing him passionately when he complied, her tongue tangling lazily with his as the cock inside of her began to move faster and harder, shoving her right into another orgasm.
Ami stiffened and bucked at that, her shout of ecstasy muffled by the kiss, as well as her following moan when she realized she could touch him and she began to eagerly explore the rock-hard, muscular body pressing tightly against her. "You feel so sexy," she whispered breathlessly with only a hint of shyness as she cupped her bottom and gave it a squeeze, then lost her reason yet again as she came.
Ami was beyond words after that, her orgasms were coming too frequently for her to really think, and somewhere in her mind she knew that this was what Mina had meant by having multiples, but she was too caught up in the amazing experience to care about the terminology. All that mattered was the body pressing her into the mattress and the dozens of hands and mouths lighting her on fire as that long, wide cock continued to fuck her senseless without taking her virginity.
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Nappa, the former general of the Saiyan armada and bodyguard to the prince of his people, had only been curious when he'd followed Ami home from visiting the prince's son and his little blonde wife. She emitted some sort of energy that resonated with him, and not only that, she seemed to sense his presence whenever he'd gotten close to her, constantly looking over her shoulder only to look away in confusion.
Even the blonde hadn't sensed him, though she also shared that odd energy signal, the power within her different from the blue-haired college student but just as strong.
So he'd followed her home to satisfy his curiosity, even climbing into bed with her after she'd dozed off, only to receive the surprise of his afterlife when she'd responded to his hand pushing her hair out of her face. She'd made a soft, pleased noise at the touch, indicating that she'd actually felt it, and he'd snatched back his hand only to stare at her in amazement for a half hour while he wondered what sort of witchcraft was at work.
He'd been able to move things for years and had done so for nearly two decades as he'd haunted Vegeta, taking a little joy in annoying or freaking out the man that had taken his life so coldly… but never once had anyone actually felt him. Sensed him, yes, with a little tingle down their spine and a feeling of paranoia that they weren't alone… but they'd never actually felt it.
Nappa had finally worked up his courage to touch the sleeping blue-haired angel once more sometime around midnight, his fingertips trailing down her throat, and when she sighed and smiled, he licked his lips at such a beautiful sight. "Can you hear me?" He dared to ask, only for her to show no hint of being able to do so. "Hm… but you can feel me," he confirmed, cupping a warm breast and thumbing the nipple, feeling a rush of pleasure when she moaned softly and arched into his palm. "So responsive… I wonder if I might be able to feel you in return."
He'd seen his prince kiss his mate on the lips millions of times, so Nappa bent his head and tried out the gesture of affection for the first time, and when Ami began to return the kiss, he rumbled with pleasure and focused on arousing her further, concentrating for a moment to create a few phantom hands with his energy to wander her gently.
Nappa was a lot of things, but he wasn't a tease and had never left a lady hanging before, so when he suddenly ran out of energy, he was just as frustrated as she was. "Sorry," he rumbled as he pressed one last kiss to her lips, shivering when he actually felt it, groaning softly at how sweet she tasted. "Oh gods, I can actually feel and taste you," he whimpered, near tears from such a wonderful everyday thing that he'd dearly missed for over twenty years. "I'll go get more energy and come back tonight, Blue," he breathed in her ear before vanishing.
The second night was nearly a success, but after savoring the fact that she could feel him and he could feel her soft kisses and warm, living hands in return, Nappa ran out of energy and nearly threw something out of frustration. "Gods damn it, I want to get you off!" He whined, collapsing onto the bed beside her, listening to her whimpers as she blindly searched for him in her sleep.
"Please," she whispered, "come back to me… I want you…"
"And you'll have me," he sighed, kissing her even though neither of them could feel it. "I have an idea to accumulate enough energy, so sit tight for me, atti, and you'll have all you want tomorrow."
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Nappa couldn't help but feel a little bit dishonorable as he found a hospice house in the city and surveyed the dying with a sympathetic eye, but the memory of Ami writhing beneath him in ecstasy as he'd felt her every touch and eager kiss pushed him onward.
He reminded himself that he was ending suffering as he drained a terminally ill woman of the last of her life force, having chosen her because she was already surrounded by her family. She hadn't died alone, at least, and when her spirit left her body and just stared at him, he shrugged apologetically. "Sorry."
"Phht, don't apologize, young man," she chuckled, grinning up at him. "I've been begging for death for a month, so if anything… thank you. If you want more energy, I know the patients in rooms 25, 18, 9 and 7 would happily welcome an end to their suffering… though why you would want to linger on Earth is beyond me."
Blushing slightly at the sassy old lady, Nappa fidgeted in place. "There's this woman…"
"Ah, young love," she giggled. "Well, you go get you some more energy then, and eventually you'll realize that there isn't a point to lingering, even for the love of your life. You're dead, son, you've got nothing to offer her but heartache and regret, but you'll never take my word for it. You'll have to figure that out on your own."
The old man in room nine actually saw him and blinked in surprise, but finally smiled in understanding after a moment when Nappa began to gently drain him of his energy. "Oh, finally," he sighed with his last breath, his spirit disappearing from the room within moments of manifesting, moving on to wherever the dead went if they decided not to linger.
The rest of them had been much the same, and Nappa didn't feel quite as guilty when he left as he had when he'd arrived, brimming with energy as he effortlessly transported himself to Ami's apartment with a thought, settling in to lie in wait until she went to bed again.
He'd watched her silently as she did her homework, but when she went to bed and he found her trying to get herself off, he wasn't a bit surprised and had joined in quickly, only to sigh in frustrated guilt when she screamed and he'd been forced to restrain her. So… she hadn't been concious of what she'd been doing the last two nights, apparently.
Sure, he'd known she'd been sleeping when he'd begun to satisfy his curiosity, but he hadn't thought she'd actually chalked it all up as some really hot, sexy dreams. It had been way too real for that!
So he'd been patient and was actually ready to release her and give up for the night, his efforts during the day for naught… until she'd come up with the genius idea of using knocks to communicate. Nappa gleefully answered her questions as he'd let the hands and mouths made of his own energy pet and soothe her nerves, and when she'd submitted to him, he'd happily licked and sucked at her clit until she'd orgasmed long and hard, only to pause when he was suddenly filled with even more energy as a result.
He continued to ride out her pleasure despite his shock, though, and when it was clear that he hadn't hurt her by taking the wave of energy that had all but forced itself upon him, Nappa was filled with awe and quickly decided to see what would happen if she came again.
He'd been surprised to hear her confess to being a virgin, so he was careful as he used some of his power to fill her to the brim with an invisible arousal, stretching and stimulating her inner walls as he kept sucking and licking.
Nappa let out a groan of pleasure when she came a second time and a tsunami of her pure, sweet energy filled him, the ecstasy of feeling some of her climax making his cock twitch in response. "Oh gods… that's never happened before," he whispered in awe. He experimented with it as he continued to please her, and with every orgasm he gave her, she gave him more energy in return, and eventually he managed to maintain a full erection… only to realize that he couldn't use it on her without depleting everything he'd managed to accumulate so far.
He could feel it though, and as he tested it out by grinding it against her clit while he kissed her senseless, he shuddered at the pleasure he immediately felt and had to fight down the temptation to try and actually fuck her. "Soon," he whispered to himself.
It would take a lot of orgasms on her part to give him that much power, but he could be patient and bide his time, and his reward would totally be worth it in the end. The only question that remained was whether or not she'd ever let him do this again… he wasn't keen on the idea of forcing a multitude of orgasms on her for his own eventual pleasure, but maybe with some coercion and discussion, she'd be up to allowing him to share her bed as often as possible.
R&R if you liked it, and if you read it and you didn't… I warned you. Next up, more smut and some paranormal activity when Nappa gets jealous.