A/N: Today we'll be looking at another Irish/Celtic/Gaelic ghost with the Dullahan. I came about them from Sleepy Hollow with the Headless Horseman. I do wonder sometimes with the Dullahan when the head is detected from the body does the body act independently from the head? Like, once the head comes off can the head still control over the body or does the body move on it's own, or does the body not move period? I would imagine that the body would work independently from the head but I don't know.
And since I couldn't figure out out a good hook for ththis chapter as per usual I decided to inspiration from something else. Are you familiar with the story of the Green Ribbon(I think that's what it's called)? It's a story about a guy who meets a girl who wears a green ribbon around her neck, and everytime he asks her about it she wouldn't like to talk about it. So, as they get older they eventually get married, and one day the girl gets sick. She asks the guy if he would do her a favor and remove the green ribbon from her neck. Upon doing so her head falls off her body. So imagine that, but not as horrifying and with significantly more fucking.
Chapter 55
My name is Matt Jamison, and I'm having a shitty week. I'm a 34 year old high school PE teacher, recently I got petrified by a student at the school who looked like she and a male student were having sex on running track. I didn't get a chance to see who they were but I was stuck in place for probably an hour. If Mrs. Carter hadn't shown up I probably would have been there all night.
To add on top of that, my mother has been pressing me for grandkids. I told her I'll have kids when I'm damn well and ready. But eventually she set me up on a blind date with the daughter of a friend of a friend. I wasn't much for the dating scene, sure I'd sometimes go out to the bar and hit on some random until we go to my or her place to fuck. But apart from that, I was never really interested in a long term relationship human or otherwise.
But I was going to try for my mother's sake. I meeting my date at a restaurant, nothing to fancy but not some fast food joint either. The only thing I had to go off of was her name was Cynthia Carrington and I would recognize her by a blue velvet ribbon that she wore. I sat in the booth for maybe fifteen minutes before Cynthia arrived.
She had long silver hair, gold colored eyes, creamy white skin. She was dressed in a dark red cardigan with a white blouse that exposed a healthy amount of cleavage, a pair of jeans, and of course a blue velvet ribbon. Although, when mom said she wore a blue ribbon I thought it would be in her hair not around her neck. I waved to her and she walked over.
"Are you Mark Jamison?" she asked.
"It's Matt, and yeah I am. You must be Cynthia." I said as she took a seat.
"Right, sorry. My mind is in a million different places right now." she said.
"It's alright, we all have those days. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"No, we're on a date right now. I just met you and I don't want to burden you with my problems." she said.
"Alright, if you you say so. You know whwhen my mother arranged this date she didn't say you were...pretty." I said.
"Would you have come if I wasn't?" she asked.
"Maybe, but if I'm being honest I didn't want to go on this date period." I said.
"Yeah, from the sounds of it your mother probably had the same idea as my mother. Hook me up with some random guy so she can have grandkids." she said.
"I know, it's like parents only want us to have kids for them. Ugh, it's even worse when you're in your 30s." I said.
"In my case it's because I'm almost 30." she said.
"Really? How old are you?" I asked.
"27. I'm just a few years out of college." she said.
"I never went to college. That's why I stuck teaching physical education at the local high school." I said.
"It's not Frankfurt High is it?" she asked.
"Yeah, it is. How did you know?" I asked.
"I went there, were you teaching there?" she asked.
"Ha, I may be older than you but not tthat old. No, I only started working there. Been about four years now." I said.
"I see. Did you ever want to do anything else?" she asked.
"Not really, to be frank I never had any goals after high school. So teaching PhysEd was a good idea at the time." I said.
"At least you're in good shape. My PE teacher Mr. Ryerson, he looked like he'd get winded after running for barely a minute." she said.
"Yeah, I think I remember him. I guess the faculty wanted some who didn't look like they eat three box of donuts daily to replace him." I said.
"And he had that horrid comb over, that some how made him have less hair." she added.
"He also smelled like a mix of motor oil and overcooked sausages." I said.
Several hours later, we were having a better time than I thought we would. But the one thing that bother me was that ribbon on her neck. I thought I'd ask about it.
"So, if you don't mind me asking. What's the deal with that ribbon? Is it a fashion statement or something?" I asked.
"This? It's...complicated. Something I shouldn't talk about on this date." she said.
"Are you suggesting that we're going to have a second date?" I asked.
"More than one, and maybe...something else if you're up for." she said rubbing my forearm.
"Well, since you put it like. I'm very interested in seeing what this something else might be." I said.
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that." she said playfully.
"How long?" I asked.
"How about about we go on another date and we'll see how long?" she asked.
"Deal." I said.
After that, me and Cynthia started going out more frequently. By the four date or so is when we started kissing. By the sixth, Cynthia started sending very risqué photos of herself to me and I sent her the same. By the eighth date, Cynthia and I tried phone sex. As hot as it was jerking off to photos and the sound of her touching herself I wanted to get to actually sex. However something kept nagging me in the back of my mind. That damn ribbon, I know I probably shouldn't pay attention to it but it was just there. I just had to find out.
I had just finished our tenth date and by this point we've been dating for a month and a half now and I was walking her to the door of her house.
"I had a good time with you Matt." she said sweetly.
"You always say that." I said with a playful smirk.
"But I always mean it." she said and began kissing me.
I felt her slip her tongue into my mouth. God I love it when she did that. I knew that we'd just kiss and I'd probably go home and jerk off to her before calling it a night.
"You wanna come in?" she asked parting from our kiss.
"And do what?" I asked coyly.
"You know what, I know you've probably jerked off to those photos I sent you. I also touched myself to those pictures you sent. Not to mention all those nights we had phone sex. So how about we stop playing with ourselves and start playing with each other." she said.
I couldn't agree more. We soon made our way into her bedroom frantically undressing one another. And before I about to pin down Cynthia on the bed, I saw that ribbon. I wanted nothing to standing between us, not even a tiny piece of fabric. As I kissed her, I reached up and removed the ribbon from her neck. Cynthia's eyes shot open and she pushed me away from her.
"W-what did you do!?" she shouted.
"I wanted to feel you without this ribbon." I explained.
"Oh no." she said.
Suddenly, Cynthia's head rolled forward and on to floor, her body collapsed as well. Oh fuck! I just killed my girlfriend! I...I don't know what just happened. Is that why she wore that ribbon? Oh god, I should've never taken it off.
Despite the fact her head came off, there wasn't any blood. I should report this, maybe call emergency services. I crouched down and pick up Cynthia's head.
"Cynthia, I'm so sorry." I said kissing her forehead.
Suddenly, her eyes opened up and dropped her head.
"Ow! Be careful!" she cried.
"Cynthia? You're alive?" I asked picking her head up.
"Of course I'm alive! Why did you do that?" she asked angrily.
"I...I don't know that would happen. What...what are you?" I asked.
"*sigh* I knew you'd find out sooner or later. I'm a Dullahan, a type of ghost who's head can detach from our body." she explained.
"Can you...can you reattach your head so we can forget about all of this?" I asked.
"Yes, give her a second." she said as her nude headless body stood up.
It was a little disturbing to say the least. Just as I was giving her head back to her body. Her body started waving her hands in front of herself, almost like she was telling me not to give her head back.
"Cynthia? Can your body move on it's own?" I asked.
"Yes, why what's she doing?" she asked.
Before I could answer Cynthia's body walk over and began to massage my cock. It was weird, but I also kinda liked it. I tossed Cynthia's head onto her bed.
"Hey! What are you two doing! Put my head back on!" she shouted.
"I think your body is horny and she doesn't want you ruining her night." I groaned as her body vigorously jerked me off.
"Stop that right now! Matt, if you don't stop I'm breaking up with you!" she threatened.
I ignored her and cupped her breast. Her body quivered as I touched her. I heard some moans coming from her head. So, they feel the same pleasure. Alright, let's go deeper. I tossed her body onto the bed and scraped the tip of my penis against her sopping pussy.
"H-hey, don't you think about it! I won't ah...forgive either of you if you do this." she said failing to conceal her moans.
I plugged my cock deep in her pussy. Her head cried out and her body shook in pure ecstasy. I proceeded to plow through her vagina as her head released soft moans. I laid on top of her kissing her neck and chest.
"Hey, stop giving her all the attention! What about me?" Cynthia asked.
I turned to her and grabbed her head. I kissed her which was weird since I was kissing a severed head. Her body began pointing from her head to her pussy.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I think your body wants you to eat out your pussy." I said.
"Really? If that's what she wants." she said.
I turned her head around and lowered her. Cynthia began licking her clit causing her to grip the sheets of the bed.
"Oh god, I can't believe I'm eating out my own pussy while being fucked!" she moaned.
There's a sentence I'd never thought I'd hear. But I also found it kinda hot watching her lick her pussy. I could feel my balls bubbling up with cum.
"Oh fuck Cynthia, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.
"Do baby! Come inside my pussy!" she cried.
I blew a huge load inside of her. Cynthia lapped up any amount semen that leaked out of her. Once I was finished her body grabbed her head and reattached it back to her body. I was still holding on to her ribbon and gave it back to her.
"Sorry about taking your ribbon off." I said.
"It's fine, but you shouldn't have done it in the first place." she said tying the ribbon back on.
"I said I'm sorry." I said.
"It's going to take more than a simple sorry from you." she said.
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
"Well, for starters...you can stay here for tonight and cuddle me." she said.
I guess I did want to make up for what I pulled earlier. Cynthia moved to the other side of her bed and I climbed in holding her in my arms.
"I have a few questions." I said.
"I suppose that is to be expected. What do you want to know?" she asked.
"Does a Dullahan's head come off that easily?" I asked.
"Sometimes, not always. Although in my case it's more frequent than others." she said.
"Hence the ribbon." I said.
"Well, I started losing my head at a much younger age. So my father gave me this ribbon to keep my head on." she said.
"You seem fond of him." I said.
"Of course I do. I love my father, in fact you remind me of him." she said stroking my cheek.
"Does a Dullahan's body act independently from their heads?" I asked.
"It a case by case basis. Some can, others can remotely control theirs. But only when ours heads are detached, otherwise we can control our bodies like anyone else." she explained.
"I'm sorry again, maybe next time we have sex like normal?" I suggested.
"Sure, but you're going to have to earn it. And not just taking me out either. I what you to do something for me." she said.
"What?" I asked.
"You are not allowed to jerk off until we have sex again." she said.
"So wait, you're blue balling me by blue balling me?" I asked.
"Unless you think my pussy isn't worth it?" she asked coyly.
"Ugh, fine." I said.
"Good, and remember no jerking off. I'll know if you do." she said.
After that, it was a few months before I could have sex. By then my balls had swelled to the size of grapefruits and felt painful. But Cynthia was able to forgive me and allowed me to unload my balls inside her. I felt an immense weight being taking off from my balls. Cynthia joked that I might have even made her pregnant. I was okay with that thought after all Cynthia was the best thing I had going on in my life. Plus it might get my mom off my back.