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Just the Way You Are	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 3491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next couple of days were difficult ones for the Ghostbusters. Janine refused to answer any calls from any of them. Winston and Ray still couldn’t believe what had transpired. It seemed eve every time they felt they could take a breather, something else happened.

Winston mentioned the tension and problems that they were having to his mother. Of course, Ellen knew exactly what to do. She told him to tell his friends to come over to Comfort Food for dinner. They could celebrate the victory and have a belated New Year’s party. Ellen and Lois both called Janine’s apartment several times until she answered her phone. She was then ordered to come to the party.

Who could say no to Lois and Ellen? Janine said she’d come as long as she could sit with Lois.

Winston told Peter, Ray and Egon, and they too were ordered to come. Ray was delighted, and invited Alice to be his date. Peter said he’d bring Dana if Rosa could watch Oscar. Egon tried to back out, not wanting to see Dana. So, he got calls from Ellen and Lois too. They knew better than to tell him Janine would be there. He’d find out when he got there. They almost had him convinced, but it took a call from his own mother to earn his promise to attend.

Mary Spengler, Ellen Zeddemore and Lois Stantz were not to be trifled with. If only Sylvia Melnitz had decided to come along, there would really have been no guff taken from any of those wishing not to attend. However, although Ellen asked Janine to invite her family, she declined, saying that they’d know something was wrong between her and Egon, and all she needed was for Sylvia to argue with Egon and Mary over her daughter’s virtues. The night would be uncomfortable enough as it was.

So it was set that Comfort Food would be closed to the public on that night for this private party. At 6 pm sharp, the four Ghostbusters arrived at Ellen’s restaurant. They were each dressed in beautifully tailored suits. Peter’s dark green jacket and tie accentuated his bright green eyes, making a nice accent for his black pants. Ray wore a camel colored winter suit and a reddish-brown tie. Winston’s mother loved his black suit and metallic gray tie, so of course he wore it for her. Egon decided on a dark blue suit and tie, which made a strong contrast to his fair hair and crystal blue eyes.

Each man carried a bouquet of flowers for their gracious hostess. Winston disappeared into the kitchen almost immediately after giving his mother her red roses. She remained in the entranceway with the others. Ray gave her his bouquet of petunias after Win. “. “Thanks for the invite, Mrs. Z.”

“You’re welcome, Ray. Come on in.” She ushered him in.

“For the lovely Mrs. Ellen Zeddemore.” Peter bowed low while handing her his bouquet of African violets. “We’re all so grateful that you taught Winston to cook. He’s the only one in the firehouse who can.”

“Janine is a wonderful cook.” Egon protested from behind the psychologist. Peter rolled his eyes and sauntered past Ellen to go chat with Ray. Egon was determined to be pouty and the guys were sick of it.

Ellen smiled and took his bouquet of assorted exotic flowers, patting him comfortingly on the shoulder. She steered him toward the dining room. “You’re absolutely right Egon dear. Winston brought home one of Janine’s cakes once, and it was absolutely delicious. Perhaps she’ll bring one tonight.”

Egon stiffened. “She’s coming here? Tonight?”

“Yes, sweetie. Well, didn’t they tell you?”

Egon frowned at his friends who both looked away, Ray checking his watch and Peter ‘admiring the décor’. “It must have slipped their minds,” Egon muttered irritably.

Ellen continued to lead him to the dining area so he wouldn’t clobber his friends in her restaurant, but she made a point to smile and wink at the others. Egon sat with little protest, but he scowled at his friends any time they glanced his way.

Lois arrived with Alice and Dana, having stopped to pick the cellist up at her home once Rosa arrived. Janine came in right behind them with Mary Spengler, whom she had picked up on her way in.

The older ladies looked elegant, in winter suits and impeccably styled coiffures. A blonde, a brunette and a redhead, their outfits were as different as their own features and personalities: hip pizzazz, down-home country chic, and Old World elegance. Mary wore a stylish lavender Christian Dior pantsuit. The blonde mother of one Dr. Egon Spengler was the oldest person in the room, but ironically she wore the most hip and trendy outfit. Ellen wore a hand-made dark gray suit that looked as if it would be just as appropriate in a church on Sunday as at their dinner party. With russet locks in a tasteful upsweep, Lois’s antique full-length ivory dress suit gave her the distinct appearance of the Queen Mum receiving guests at Buckingham Palace.

The younger women were equally stunning. Alice wore her long auburn hair in a French twist with pearl embellished hairpins along the side of her hair. Her makeup was light, just a bit of neutral lipstick and blush. She wore a pale green evening suit that gently hugged her curves. She completed the look with a pearl necklace and pearl teardrop earrings.

Dana’s dark curly mane was pulled back in a loose ponytail held by an ornate gold clip. Her lips were a shade of deepest chocolate to match the long-sleeved sweater dress that ended mid-calf, displaying a hint of her long, shapely legs, which were wrapped in the soft leather of her favorite brown dress boots. Her eye shadow was a soft mocha brown, her jewelry a gold herringbone chain, the watch Peter gave her, and a pair of gold chandelier earrings.

Janine, ever the fashion plate, was completely decked out. Her short red hair was a wavy, tailored crown atop her head, a sprig of mistletoe accentuating her style. Her makeup was anything but light. She looked seductive in dark ruby lipstick and artfully applied eye shadow and blush, both lips and eyes lined to perfection, adding the bedroom-eyed appeal of a temptress. She wore a tight ivory cashmere sweater and a long wine colored suede skirt with an impossibly high slit. She stepped confidently in her matching Bordeaux high heels. Janine, being the most voluptuous of the three women, caught every eye in the room at once.

Ray, Peter and Egon were all speechless. Winston took a look at the three of them, chuckled, and went to greet their lovely company and take their coats. Peter and Ray snapped out of their stupors, and hurried forward to seat Lois, Alice, and Dana. Egon looked uncertainly at Janine then imploringly at Mary. She inclined her head toward Janine in a silent answer to his questioning look. He walked cautiously over to his mother and his beloved. Janine looked at him, her smile civil, but her eyes cold. “Hello, Egon.”

“Hello, Janine. Good evening, Mother.”

“Hi, Spookums.” She hugged her son, who kissed her affectionately on the cheek. He’d never be able to handle this without her. She patted him on the back, much as Ellen had. He glanced over at Winston’s mother who smiled and winked at him. He worked up a small grin for her. Lois stepped into his view of Ellen and used her index finger to point at him and then to lift her chin. He nodded his understanding. He felt okay now. There was enough support present for him to get through this. He leaned in to kiss Janine on the cheek. She flinched a little, but did not protest. She was smiling sadly at him when he straightened back up. But when she stroked his cheek, it was as loving a gesture as it ever was.

“Well, I have hors-d’oeuvres laid out on the side bar. Please help yourselves. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. I hope you’re all hungry. After living with Big Ed and six boys, I don’t know how to cook small.” Everyone laughed, even Janine and Egon.

“Hey, where is dad?”

“Oh, he had to go visit his sister in Florida.”

“Aww, Mom, we could’ve done this another time. You could have gone to Florida if you wanted to.”

“What for? To miss out on dinner with some of my favorite people? Nonsense, Sugar. Besides, you know I can’t stand your Aunt Gladys anyway.” She muttered under her breath, “Trifling old heifer.”

Winston laughed. “Behave.” His mother shrugged and disappeared into the kitchen.

The appetizers were very tempting. Alaskan king crab cakes with remoulade dressing, the obligatory shrimp cocktail, fried catfish bites with honey Dijon dipping sauce, and miniature quiches and chicken pies. “Don’t fill up now,” she warned as she whisked into the back room. “That’s just for starters.”

“If this is just for starters,” Ray said around a mouthful of crab cake. “Then what’s for dinner?”

When she was sure that everything was going all right in the kitchen, Ellen came back out to spend time with her guests. It was at this time that she found her son standing off from the others, scowling out the storefront window of the restaurant. Ellen went to see what was upsetting hien fen frowned herself. Winston was watching Kelechi Bryant have an argument with some man.

Now, Ellen assumed that it was the sight of Kel that had Winston looking so irritated, but little did she know that it was actually the man arguing with her that had him so irate. Not knowing this, she took him to task. “Winston Cornel Zeddemore!” she hissed in his ear. He jumped a little not having even noticed her approach. “I will not have you ruining tonight with your silly feud! Now I am ordering you to go over to Abyssinia and ask Kelechi to join us.”

Winston turned to his mother, eyes wide with confusion, but then he took her completely off guard by smiling broadly and rushing out the door. “What in the world is wrong with that boy? You’d think he just won the lottery instead of being called on the carpet!” She watched her son interrupt the arguing pair, force the guy to leave, then grab Kelechi’s arm and lead her back to Comfort Food.

When Kelechi entered on Winston’s arm, all heads turned. He helped her off with her overcoat, and hung it up for her. The petite Londoner wore a t blt black cocktail dress. It was simple elegance. Her only jewelry was a diamond tennis bracelet. It was all she needed.

Ray leaned over to Peter. “So that’s Kelechi,” he muttered. “Wow!”

“Uh, I think the lady earns a wow-wee actually,” Peter whispered in response. The two clinked their champagne flutes in silent reverence to the new arrival. “No wonder he’s been so smitten.”

Kel looked around apprehensively. Ellen went to her immediately. “Kelechi, dear! Hello!”

“Hello Mrs. Zeddemore,” she replied in her proper English accent. More than a few eyebrows were raised. “It’s lovely to see you again. Thank you so much for your gracious invitation. I really didn’t want to go to that boring party at my neighbor’s house anyway. Thank you for the rescue.”

“Of course dear. Winston, honey, could you go into the kitchen and tell Khalil that we’ll need another place setting?”

“Sure, Mom.” He went to do as she’d asked, while she introduced Kel to everyone in the room. Everyone greeted her politely, but they were a bit standoffish. It took Mary to lighten the mood.

“Kelechi, what a beautiful name, and you have a lovely accent. Where are you from, dear?”

“Um, depends on which parent actually. My mum was half-Nigerian and half-Ethiopian. She was raised in Addis Ababa. Daddy was an English diplomat. He worked in northern Africa, where he met my mother. I was raised in London for the most part, although we did visit Nigeria and Ethiopia quite often.”

“So that’s why you named the restaurant Abyssinia,” Egon interjected, clearly intrigued. “It’s an older name for Ethiopia.”

“That’s right.”

“And your name? Is it also Ethiopian?” Lois asked.

“No. No, Kelechi is Nigerian. But my middle name Zewditu, that’s Ethiopian.”

“A noble name. Zewditu was the name of the empress of Ethiopia at the end of the first World War.”

“You know your history Egon.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Egon knows everything.”

Egon gave Peter a dismissive wave. Talking to Kelechi gave him a chance to distract himself from thinking too much about Janine. “Do you speak Amharic?”

“Yes. Also some Yoruba and Hausa, but neither one fluently. I suppose Mum named me Nigerian because she knew that I’d be more Ethiopian culturally.”

Kel spent the next several minutes telling the others about her roots and how she decided to become a chef. They continued to talk like this until Ellen announced dinner. Dinner was ready in twenty minutes, just as she had promised.

And what a dinner it was. Once everyone was seated, Winston brought out baskets of warm sweet potato bread. This was all gone in a matter of minutes, just long enough for Ellen’s three volunteer waiters to take drink and soup orders. Ellen came out of the kitchen when they were about to order drinks. “If you’re driving, raise your hand.” Janine, Lois, Kelechi and Winston all raised their hands. “Mm hm. Well, no champagne for you.” And with that, she breezed back into her kitchen. Winston chuckled and stood to go help her again.

After a course of either potato leek soup or seafood gumbo,was was time for the main course. Ellen had really outdone herself by providing a variety of flavors for them to try. There was chicken and dumplings, roasted quail with apple raisin stuffing, shrimp creole or crawfish etoufée over rice, country ham and prime rib eye roast with roasted vegetables. The side dishes were just as numerous, with fried okra, baked macaroni and cheese, collard greens, black-eyed peas, garlic mashed potatoes, grilled eggplant, zucchini and squash casserole, sweet potato pudding, candied yams, and green bean casserole. Just when no one thought they could eat another bite, Ellen’s waiters came back out of the kitchen with the dessert cart, loaded with sweets. Bread pudding with bourbon sauce, red velvet cake, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, rum cake, raspberry-peach cobbler, and all served as is or à la mode. By the time the coffee came around, no one was able to even move. Peter claimed to be in danger of falling asleep and asked if anyone would mind him curling up on the floor.

During dinner, Janine barely spoke, only answering when someone spoke to her. Dana rolled her eyes at her all night. Janine assumed that it was because Peter had turned her against her. Peter refused to look at her, so she assumed he still felt she was a slut. Once dinner was over, Janine was the first to leave. She had pulled Mary aside and asked if Lois could take her home. “Of course dear.” The older woman paused. “Janine?”

“Yes, Mrs. Spengler?”

“My son loves you. Give him another chance.”

“Oh Mrs. Spengler. Egon may love me, but he doesn’t trust me. No relationship will survive long without trust.”

“Oh come now, Janine. I know he did something foolish. He told me so, although he was too ashamed to tell me what. He trusts you, and he’s sorry.”

“Yes, but for how long? Every time his belief in me is tested, he comes up lacking, and I just can’t take that anymore. I’m sorry.”

“Well, what about the business?”

Janine looked down and sighed. “I’ve already started a new job.” Mary’s eyes widened. “Look, I only came tonight because I was pressured into it. I’m not coming back. This is good-bye.”

“Janine . . . please think about this.”

“I already have.” She hugged the older woman tightly. “Good-bye. I hope Egon will be happy with someone he feels he can trust some day.”

And without another word, she was gone.

Mary strode determinedly over to her son, who was listening to an animated conversation among his fellow Ghostbusters. “Egon.”

“Yes, Mother?”

“We need to talk. In private. Now!”

Egon frowned in puzzlement. “Mom, there’s nothing you can’t say in front of the guys.”

Her eyes narrowed. She sized up the four of them then hastened forth. “Fine. Janine has left and she says it’s for good. I want to know what happened, and I want to know now!”

“She’s gone?” Egon looked around the room in desperation. She was gone. “When did she leave?”

“Just now. She says she already has another job. That means that whatever is going on has been going on for a while, and you all must know about it. So spill it.”

The guys looked at each other guiltily. Egon raked his hand through his hair and endeavored to explain to his mother what had happened. When he was done, Mary was frowning at Peter. She glanced over to Dana and fixed her with a cold glare. “I’ll deal with her later. As for you Peter Venkman, you better get her back, and I mean it!”

“I don’t know how . . .” he began to protest.

“I don’t care!” she murmured angrily. “Just do it!”

Minutes later, Lois came over and said it was time to leave. She took Mary and Alice home. Dana and Kel went with the guys to get a ride in Ecto-1. Kel decided that she didn’t want to drive home alone. The guys didn’t know about what had almost happened to her, but Winston had told them that she had been attacked, so the men all understood.

Winston dropped Dana and Peter off at Pete’s apartment. He dropped Ray and Egon off at the firehouse. Egon and Dana did not say two words to each other. Dana was surprised that he was angry with her. She expected him to be angry with Janine. That darker voice inside her head said that he was probably just in denial. After everyone else was dropped off, Kel was the last one remaining in the car. Winston slowly drove her home, taking the longest route he could think of.

“So . . .”

“Yes?”

“So . . . that guy. Who was he?”

“Guy?”

“Outside the restaurant.”

“Oh . . . him. Creditor.” She frowned.

“Really? Already?”

“Yes. It won’t be much longer now.”

“Aww, Kel. I’m sorry.”

She smiled at him. “I know you are. But I’m not. For a little while, my Mum’s dream for me became a reality. I’ll never regret that.”

Winston smiled sadly at her. He wished there was something he could do to save her restaurant.

Once they finally arrived at Kel’s brownstone, neither wanted to call it a night. “Would you like to come in for a little while, Churchill?”

He smiled fondly. That was the first time all night that she’d used her nickname for him. “Yeah, sure.”

He pulled Ecto-1 into her driveway and followed her inside. Kel tossed her house keys on the little table in the foyer. She turned on the lamps on the end tables rather than the large overhead light. The lighting was dim, casting a romantic glow on the room. “Please, have a seat.” Winston opted for the sofa, a little apprehensive about sitting so close to her on the loveseat. “D’you like cognac?”

He opened his jacket and sat down. “Yes, but I really shouldn’t drink. I still have to drive home.”

Kel smiled with her back to him. She poured two snifters of Cognac de Grande Champagne XO. She approached the sofa from behind and held a snifter under Winston’s nose. He took the glass theokedoked at her questioningly as she came around the couch to sit beside him. She clinked her glass with his and said, “Well, I guess now you can’t leave.” She took a sip of the subtle brandy. He followed suit, sealing his fate for the night. “There, now. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She smiled seductively.

He returned her smile. “No.” It was unmistakable. She wanted this as much as he did. They finished off the cognac quickly. She took his glass from him and set both on the table. “Kel . . .”

“Ssshh.” She placed a silencing finger to his lips. Then she replaced the finger with her own lips. The kiss was slow and deep. She slid her hands under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. He took it off and tossed it on her wingback chair. He loosened his tie then allowed Kel to undo it. She slowly pulled the silk tie from around his neck, letting it slide out from under his collar. She tossed it on the floor, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Winston pulled her closer to him, until she was sitting on his lap. He hooked a finger under the shoulder strap of her gown and slid it off her shoulder, caressing her skin. She shivered with anticipation. He kissed her shoulder and worked his way over to her neck then kissed his way across her collarbone. He slid the other strap away, kissing the skin as he bared it. Kel pulled her arms out of the straps, letting him pull the top of her dress down and off her chest. She wore a black satin bustier underneath. She stood and let the dress drift to the floor. She kicked it aside, and stepped out of her heels. She wore string bikini brief panties with side ties.

Winston took his dress shirt off and tossed it on the loveseat. Kel pulled him to his feet and unfastened his pants. She pushed them down off his hips, letting them drop to the floor with her dress. He toed out of his shoes and bent to remove his socks.

When he stood again, the couple just looked at each other. He took in her delicate curves. She marveled at his well-muscled physique. She stared up into his eyes. She saw all her own desires reflected back at her. She stood on tiptoe and threw her arms around him, pulling him down into another smoldering kiss. He lifted her off her feet, fitting her petite body to his. He pulled her legs up waist high then sat down again. She was straddling him on the sofa, and she did not waste the opportunity to take advantage of their position. She pressed her womanhood against his rigid manhood. They both moaned into each other’s mouths. Winston placed a hand on her backside and ground her more firmly against him. She broke the kiss to let out a cry of need. She then took both his hands and placed them on the back of her bodice. “Take this damn thing off me,” she instructed. “It’s in our way.”

Winston nodded and began deftly unfastening the many little hooks that held the undergarment in place. He started at the bottom so he could enjoy the blissful torture of waiting for her body to be bared to him. Once he had finished the top hook, the bustier slid from her body, revealing her to him. As Winston cupped the supple mounds, he thought, ‘How can a woman so small have such full breasts?’ He took one perfumed nipple into his mouth, suckling gently. She rested her head on top of his, closing her eyes to savor the delicious sensations. Winston lifted his head to kiss her once more before turning his attentions to the other breast. She smiled at the sentimental gesture.

He slowly bent her backwards until she was leaning back against his outstretched arm, his hand cradling her head as if she were a fragile baby he was holding. He kissed his way down her chest and stomach. He used his free hand to untie the sides of her panties, discarding them just as his lips reached her pelvic bone. He shifted her over to lie on the couch. She opened herself further to him, shaking with pleasure when he finally delved his tongue into her core.

She squirmed against the building tide of ecstasy. He stood and divested himself of his last vestige of clothing. She sat up and crawled across the sofa. She took his length into her mouth, sucking as gently as he had done her. He slid her hair back off her face, cupping her head. He threw his head back and shut his eyes. When he felt his release was near, he stopped her, not wanting their first time together to end without joining completely. He sat once again and she straddled him and lowered herself onto him. He held her hips, so that he could help her to move up and down along his length. They moved slowly at first, not wanting to end it too soon, but it wasn’t long before their need overtook them. He thrust up into her and she slammed down hard onto him with equal force. They increased their rhythm until the rapturous crescendo culminated in a simultaneous climax. She fell forward against him. They were both spent. The breathless panting did not keep them from sharing a few sighed kisses.

After several minutes with Kel still wrapped around his torso, Winston could finally feel his legs again. He extricated himself from her embrace, standing slowly. She was fast asleep, with a sweet little smile on her face. He lifted her in his arms and carried her up the stairs. He laid her in the bed then settled in beside her. She stirred a little then opened her eyes. She beamed happily up at him.

“What?” he asked, chuckling at her silly grin.

“Oh nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” He nibbled on her earlobe. She giggled demurely.

“Well, I was just thinking that a ‘little death’ never hurt anyone.”

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Back at Peter’s Apartment . . .

Peter Venkman was in a coma. For the first time since they’d come back into each other’s lives, he and Dana Barrett had finally made love. It was a long time coming and it was more intense than he remembered it ever being. They’d struggled with their clothes,allyally falling naked onto the floor in a tangle of limbs.

After being ridden like a romping pony for nearly an hour, Peter was exhausted. He’d crawled to bed while Dana used the bathroom. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. She joined him soon after, spooning herself against him. Peter’s rest was very peaceful.

The same could not be said for his lovely companion. Her sleep was anything but restful. Dana tossed and turned for hours, drifting in and out of nightmarish sleep. Finally unable to stand it any longer, she got up and went out to the couch to watch television. She watched for a while, but she was so restless, she couldn’t even sit still to concentrate on the late movie.

She got up and got dressed, telling herself that a nice waluld uld do her some good. A small, meek voice said that this was not a good idea. A more confident voice said that it was a great idea and that the smaller voice should shut up if it knew what was good for it. Dana was seriously starting to doubt her sanity now, especially since the smaller voice sounded more like her own than the stronger voice.

She left Peter’s apartment in her sweater dress and coat. She walked for a long time. It was first light when she realized that she was ir olr old neighborhood. She was standing in front of the Ivo Shandor building. She looked up at the remains of the imposing edifice that had once been her home. She had been subjected to such horrors in that building, and yet, somehow she was able to look upon the structure with fondness. Even longing.

“I knew you’d come.”

She did not turn at the sound of the familiar voice. He walked up beside her and looked up at the building too. It had also been his home.

“Of course I came.” ‘What?!? Why did I say that? I don’t even know why I’m here!’

“Come with me.”

“Yes.” She said it in a very sultry tone. Dana didn’t know what to make of her behavior. She was alone with Louis Tully at the building where they had been neighbors and both had been possessed by terror dogs. ‘What the hell am I doing here?’ she thought desperately.

Louis took her hand as they walked into an alley on the side of the building. He grabbed the handle on one of the side entrance doors and yanked the entire door off its hinges, tossing it several feet away. Dana had no idea how he’d done that. To her knowledge, Louis couldn’t even open a jar if he didn’t jimmy it with a butter knife first. ‘Something is wrong.’ Dana drew a deep breath and tried to scream but all she did was think really loudly, ‘Louis! What’s going on! Louis! Can you hear me? Louis!’ She felt really foolish. She was yelling in her own head.

She was about to resign herself to the fact that he couldn’t hear her when Louis did something inconceivable. He turned and looked her right in the eye and said, “She’s a stubborn one. You need to get her under control. She could ruin everything.”

As if that weren’t shocking enough, Dana listened as her own mouth answered him against her will! “Yes. She is an insufferable little fool. She has no idea what is going on.”

This was insane! Who the hell was she talking about?

“We are talking about you, filthy human whore,” Louis snarled in her ear. He heard her again? This was too much.

Then without warning, Louis kissed her, and God help her, she kissed him back, if you could even call it kissing. It was more like they were trying to devour each other. They ripped each other’s clothes off, still sucking and biting each other’s lips with cannibalistic fervor. Louis pushed Dana down to her knees. He put his cock against her lips. “Suck it.” He ordered her.

Dana’s mind screamed, ‘HELL NO!’ but her body did not obey her. She took him into her mouth with all the enthusiasm that she’d done to Peter earlier that night. She sucked him off hungrily, cupping his sacque in her palm while violently rubbing her clit with her other hand. She sucked harder and harder, and Louis growled with pleasure. The growl became deeper and deeper until Dana was sure he sounded more like an animal than a man.

Dana was terrified beyond comprehension. She had no control over what she did or said aloud, and yet she could see, hear, smell, feel and taste everything. The musky smell of Louis’s genitalia assailed her nostrils. She could taste the salty sweat on his skin. She could feel his penis filling her mouth as it swelled, until she was almost gagging.

‘Gagging? How the fuck am I gagging? Louis had a three inch erection just a moment ago!’

“Yes he did, but I don’t.” She heard Louis say. Then it finally hit her. She wasn’t the one who was speaking. Louis wasn’t speaking either. So who was? Who was controlling them and why?

She suddenly released him. Sure enough, the tiny erection that had gone into her mouth was now about a foot long and a sickly gray color. Louis pushed her down on her back and turned her over. He pushed her legs apart and forced his way into her from behind. She screamed in agony, but the only sound that came out of her mouth was ecstatic moaning. The feeling of being full overcame her, and she started to feel faint. ‘No,’ she thought desperately as the darkness closed in around her.

Her awareness was slipping away . . .

Everything was blurry . . .

Hers and Louis’s moans and growls sounded farther and farther away . . .

She was losing herself, falling further and further into darkness . . .

Until . . .

Until . . .

Until . . .

Until there was no Dana . . .

There was only Zuul.
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