The perverted ghost

His body floated above the alley and above them. Diana could see his naked body and his waist rising and falling. She could see everything and feel even more. Even squeezing him a little in the process.

'Is that how he sees things?'

'Only when I make a little effort. That costs energy and, your blood.'

'Cool. If you show me other people's houses, I can give you more. This is like a movie.'

She could even hear his laughter. Like a commentator in her mind.

'So, let's take you for a walk.'

'Huh,' Diana had no control over that floating camera that was her vision. But she was starting to hear everything.

It must have been almost midnight, on a weekend. The couples were starting to go to bed.

In the sexual sense of the word.

All she heard were moans.

...

..

'I have to admit. This is sexy and weird. Did you have this fetish?' Nero laughed as she had to concentrate, think in words, instead of moans.

"When you're bored, anything is worth it. Watching people live, eat, take care of children and have sex, I think that's natural... But yes. Maybe I have one or two."

Even saying that in a serious and shameless tone, the bastard still fucked her body. He thrust again and again into the unconscious body of a defenseless young woman. In a dark alley, no less, and he seemed to be enjoying it.

Diana didn't want or could complain either. She felt all his embrace, desire and his penis inside her. Even if she couldn't see her body, she knew she could give him her all for an eternity. And if she could focus, she could move her body even without seeing him.

'You don't have sex watching others, do you? I'll kill you if you do that.'

"Because I would do something so cruel to myself. Missing the sight of your embarrassed face is a sin."

'Idiot,' Diana preferred to watch the couple. She didn't want to admit it, but she was enjoying that moment. Nero seemed relaxed as he tasted her. There was no discomfort, just a feeling that he was playing, as if he was stroking her hair or hugging her while she slept.

'What are they doing.'

"Do you want a lesson?"

'No... Actually, I do. You're driving me... crazy. Can you stop rubbing?'

"But this is the most fun part. Doesn't it feel good? Having your body taken care of like this."

'Ugh... You're already thrusting, licking my neck, I can feel your hand on my ass, you bastard, if you keep touching me I'm going to cum.'

"The connection is bad. You're talking slowly, what's wrong?"

Diana had no body in sight. She felt like a ghost free in the wind, but she could still feel the night wind. She also felt a soft hand stimulating the top of her groin.

Her clit was sensitive, and his cock wouldn't stop. Her insides were a mess of liquids from the last orgasm.

'I don't want to admit it, but it feels delicious.'

"Isn't it? Feeling pleasure without worrying about controlling your body."

'Have you ever done this?'

"Of course."

'Hmm...'

"What?"

'Give me a break, and I'll tell you. I want to see the people here.'

"And I'm the pervert."

'Of course it is. Who else masturbates while out of body?"

"Look who's talking..." Diana held back a muffled sigh.

She could feel her body tense as Nero bit her with more desire as he thrust deeper.

The desire and pleasure of that afternoon in the car came back all at once.

If before they were drinking her blood, now an existential and sexual bond was forming.

His pleasure multiplied hers and vice versa.

They were one.

His hands went from her chest to her thighs, until they pinched or rubbed the same place with desire.

While saliva began to drip down his shoulder. Spasms of pleasure flowed like magnets, from his fingertips to the top of his head.

His hands all over her body, while she felt vulnerable, orgasm and pleasure mixed with shame, fear and anger. It was a mix of emotions, without any thought.

When she thought, that was when her heart had stopped, between one beat and another, floating in the ecstasy, feeding her veins and that mouth.

The sensation of the flesh going in and out, of the impulses that hit the right spot and vibrated her entire waist to her shameful situation. Everything was exciting.

On one hand she was having sex, with her panties stretched below her knees, under a beautiful sky, with a sweet taste in her mouth and a cool wind on her skin.

On the other, her vision showed a couple.

Almost next to the bed, unseen, she watched them fucking like animals.

Or rather, a rabbit and a frog.

The average-looking woman, but with a beautiful and soft body, opened up on all fours. Sinking into the mattress, with her ass sticking out and her legs in a 'V' shape, she caressed the mattress as if she was waiting for the microwave to beep so she could feel the real thing.

The man tried to get there, but the timer was cruel, out of shape, he seemed to suffer without enough air and mentality.

Diana could feel every inch of her body filling with electric pleasure, so she had no desire in her eyes.

All she had was cold curiosity. She had no desire for an orgy in this life, but it was certainly stimulating...

Seeing the woman's tired, red and excited face, up close, as she looked at the sheets with her breath low. They were both being fucked, but Diana was already enjoying it and everything seemed rosy, wonderful, feminine and fun.

Seeing those bodies hitting each other while her own was vibrating and drooling, fallen and fragile, in the arms of someone who was giving his last to her pussy. It was exciting.

"I think you have fetishes too."

Diana didn't answer. She couldn't. Her body was spasming as the fluids went down.

She would have lost her strength if her body wasn't already supported and protected. She could barely form words to curse that delicious man.

'Where did I get lost, my God.'

"For today...", her vision shifted closer, seeing where the couple connected. Diana didn't even know what to think or curse anymore.

"... You are the God. My goddess. I will take care of you, so just enjoy it."