Actions Speak Louder Than Words

If your words cannot reach her, then maybe your actions can. Before she can do anything stupid to herself, you rush her and grab her by her wrist, pinning them against the wall. Luckily, Emma is not a physical juggernaut, so you can hold her just fine, even if only barely. Despite her struggling and squirming, you cannot allow yourself to loosen your grip. She is still too emotionally charged. That was a risky gamble, but at least now you can work on cooling things down.

"Let go off me, you bastard! You won't take me! Not again! Never again!" Emma screams ****, trying desperately to break out of your firm grip.

You would love to understand what has gotten into her, but you doubt she would cooperate in her current state. It is just weird that she doesn't recognize you, and whoever she thinks you are... maybe you need a softer approach.

"Emma," you say, your voice calm and soothing, "just look at me for a sec. Don't you recognize me?"

This time, it works. She looks you up and down with her misty eyes. Something must have clicked as her movements slow down, and her breath evens a little. Still, her defenses are up.

"C'mon, Emma. We've known each other for how long now? It's me, Sam!"

After a little bit of consideration for your words, she meagerly asks, "Y-you don't want to hurt me?"

You look her deep into her eyes, past her thick glasses and the tears. "No! God no! Emma, we're friends. I would never hurt you."

Your words, your conviction, and your warm smile have done it. Without any more fuss, Emma drops the scissors. Though, that's not the only thing that drops. After tensing up for so long, her knees finally give in, making her slowly slump on her plump ass on the hard floor. You help her descent carefully as you lower yourself along with her. Once your eyes are level, you take a moment to breathe with her and let what had transpired go.

In your respite, it is Emma who speaks her heart first.

"Sam was it?" Glancing at you for just an instant, she turns her flushed cheek and continues, "You are a weird one."

"Me? Weird? You are one to talk."

"No... I don't mean it like that."

You laugh. "Then how do you mean it?"

Right on beat, she turns to you with seriousness all over her face. "You are not from here... not from this world. I tried to get inside you 3 times, and each time I got this... this overwhelming feeling of rejection."

Your face reddens. Pointing at her, still, pulled down joggers, you casually blurt out, "Emma, I don't think we are at this level yet. You are my friend and-"

"That's not... ugh!" she energetically interrupts, facepalming. "Jeez, you humans are so simple-minded. Focus for just a moment, will you."

"Hey! At least I'm not the one who's talking with her pants down. And what do you mean with 'you humans'?"

"Exactly as I said it! You, humans, are usually so driven by instinct that it's super easy to get what I want from you. However," she breaks off, standing up and removing her bottom entirely, "you are different. Look at this pussy. Everyone would jump at the opportunity to pet this kitty. But you, you are still on the ground, just staring. I amplified this body's pheromone production, increased her pleasure levels, and even erected an aura of uncontrollable lust. I am talking about advanced levels of pink magic here. And yet, here we are. So, don't you think it is a little weird that you, a student, are still not all over me?"

This day started weird and still keeps on getting weirder. Auras and magic? Did Emma hit her head or something?

Emma sighs and sits back down.

"God damn it! I overreacted for nothing. From the look on your face, I can tell for sure that you are not one of them. And let me guess, you have no idea of what I'm talking about."

You shake your head.

"Figures... Let's just start from the beginning. You say that you are Sam Pickens. So, who you think I am?"

"Emma Stirling," you quickly respond.

She scoffs. "You can't even see me. I really shouldn't have freaked out. Anyway, you are kinda correct. This girl's name's maybe Emma. But I am not. You can consider me a free spirit. I'm just walking this flesh puppet and trying to have some fun along the way. Do you understand better now?"

After giving her words some thought, you simply answer, "Nope."

"Okay... I see where this is going. To lay it thick, I am a ghost, possessing this girl's body, and my source of sustenance is sex. I am nearly empty, thanks to you. It is tough having a panic attack as a spirit, you know. The more I let my emotions out, the more unstable I become. Now that I have explained myself, why don't you take some responsibility and fill me up?"