Kassie moaned, "Don't be scared." She touched my hand and had me grab a whole handful. “Squeeze them, touch them. It feels so good.”
I bet it would taste even better if I ate them.
I could feel the pressure building inside me. Her sweet pussy rocked against me, the heat, the slick of her arousal coating the fabric. The force became too great for me to contain myself. I felt my cock harden, and my seed continued to spill.
It didn’t stop Kassie from rubbing herself against me. She whimpered, burying her head in my neck.
“Please, feels so good, Atlas.” She gripped the back of my head, and I took her hips to have her pussy run up and down my cock.
My whole body vibrated as my orgasm consumed me. I had Kassie moving faster on top of me, drawing out every single second of my orgasm. She continued to grind on me, her thighs tight against my body, until finally she cried out, shuddering above me. Her body convulsed in waves as her own orgasm took over.
Her body slowed as she came back to herself, and she leaned forward, her forehead resting against mine. Our breaths mingled, both of us panting heavily.
“Fuck,” we both said at the same time.
Kassie smiled, peppering kisses over my lips and cheeks. “Was that too much? We got carried away?”
I shook my head. “No, right amount of muchness.”
Kassie’s eyes drooped, and I pulled her close, having her head lie on my shoulder. “Rest awhile.” I groaned, my cock spilling more seed. My jeans were soaked, but that didn’t seem to bother Kassie because she had fallen asleep instantly in my arms.
I would need to get more of this stronger disguising spell because… I definitely wanted more of that.
Chapter Fourteen
Kassie
The third pancake sizzled as I flipped it over, revealing a perfect golden-brown surface. Finally, not charred to a crisp like yesterday's attempts. A small victory. Just as I set it on the plate and reached for the batter bowl, I caught movement on the stairs—Harlow, eyes half-closed, carefully placing one foot in front of the other as she descended.
She rubbed her eyes with balled fists, not bothering with a greeting as she slumped into the dining room chair. Harlow looked up at me with a grunt, her small frame appearing even more diminished this morning, like a wilted flower.
“Enough is enough. I’m taking you to the doctor.” I poured the batter into the pan. “This can’t go on. It's been three days, and you look like dead warmed over.”
Harlow giggled and then sucked up the snot that was hanging out of her nose. “That’s funny, because there are a lot of ghosts around here.”
I rolled my eyes and flipped the pancake. Yeah, sure, there were some ghost-like entities. For one, the Headless Horseman… because he couldn’t very well be alive without a head… and the Slenderman, since supposedly he could vanish through walls and slip into dreams, which I think he does with Harlow, who won’t admit it. And who knew what else was out there? I believe we saw a ghost… a poltergeist, perhaps?
The pancake landed on the plate with a soft thud as I placed it in front of Harlow. Her usual setup waited silverware, orange juice, and her coffee fixed just how she preferred it. "Get some food in you," I said, nodding toward the spread. "Then I'm dragging you to see the doctor in town."
Harlow shook her head. “The doctors come to the houses. It’s weird. The only time you go in is if you are missing a finger.”
I crinkled my nose. “And when did you find this out?”
“I had an awful period. I explained my symptoms on the urgent care hotline, and a doctor came right up to my door within minutes.” She giggled and placed her forehead against the table.
I pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. "What's got you so giggly?" I asked, watching her with concern. Maybe I should stop dosing her with all that cold medicine. It seemed to be turning her brain to mush.
“The doctor must have been a witch. She came in, boiled water, and handed me a cup of tea. She said tea could fix nearly everything in the body. To help with the pain, she gave me extra tea bags for months.
I stared at her. Not because I didn’t believe her, but because this was our new normal.
“Then let’s call her, doctor or not. It’s better than taking cold medicine. Herbs, natural stuff is better than all that pharmaceutical stuff, anyway. Why didn’t you tell me?”
I snatched my phone and headed to the fridge, where we'd stuck that emergency contact sheet… the one the welcome committee had pressed into Harlow's hands our first day here. All these special local numbers, because apparently, regular emergency services couldn't find us out in these woods. "Too remote for 911," they'd said with those strange, practiced smiles. "You'd be dead before they arrived."
Not so sure about that, but we would play along.
By the time the “doctor” arrived and examined Harlow, she was diagnosed with a virus, a bad one. She explained that Harlow’s immune system was very weak and she needed to be resting and sleeping more instead of working so much.
