Dicking Responsibility

"Wait, no! Those aren't my thoughts! It's the damn shadow monster!!" Jamie's thoughts churned.

But the feelings were undeniable. She really did lust after Jennifer's body and soul.

She wished none of this had ever happened. If only she could turn back the clock, maybe she could have never messed with this fucked up magic. But the magic chose her as much as she chose it.

Now she watched in horror as the shadow prepared to destroy Jennifer's last precious hole. It would hold nothing back. No romance; no further teasing; just soulless reaming.

"It should be me!!!" Jamie raged.

Inspiration struck her in that moment. Without a second thought, she ran towards the shadow as fast as her mind could carry her. Leaping into its center, her world twisted and warped. She was done denying what she was. In that instant, she became the shadow, with all the responsibility that entailed.

She felt her nethers once again shift from an inward to an outward orientation; from receiver to giver. It wasn't exactly a bodily sensation here in the liminal dreamscape. It was more like a spiritual shift. It did remind her of that feeling of having a dick though. She felt the tentacles' penetrating power through her groin, radiant and pulsing.

She could feel all the shadowy appendages still running on autopilot, forcing unending orgasms out of Jennifer. They would bend to her will, Jamie felt, but they would also fill her with carnal desire. This channel was a two-way street.

She felt the sweet nourishing life energy that Jennifer's orgasms provided. The creature clearly used them as a food source. She felt them but it didn't feel like touch; more like erotic flame licking against her chakras.

She felt the irresistible call of Jennifer's ass, so perfectly presented. If she wanted to control how this went down, she would have to own those desires and act upon them.

It wasn't hard or complicated, she merely needed to surrender to those instincts. She felt tendrils of her essence crawl up Jennifer's legs, pulling her butt cheeks wide. She held on to that determination to make the soulless soulful.

There was one tentacle in particular that was clearly meant for this next part. Its penis-shaped head lined itself up with Jennifer's rosebud. It was long and thick as an arm. Jamie directed all her will to make what would have been absolutely brutal into something she could ease into.

She directed her other instruments to slow to tight little pulses. Slowly the big one teased up and down between those sweet cheeks. She fed something like the monster's precum through the would be intruder, ensuring the entry would be all too lubricated.

Jennifer's body was absolutely inscrutable, buried in cum and locked down tight. Jamie wished she could feel what Jennifer was feeling in this moment. Any indication whether she was appreciating this new approach from the monster.

Suddenly she did feel something, something she was sure must be from outside herself. Tears of joy; gratitude even. She felt Jennifer must really have enjoyed herself, but also felt relief that this inevitable next part was being taken so tenderly.

Jamie's own relief at this made her pause to an even slower pace. She sensed she could make this even more special if she wanted to. The monster was totally at her beck and call now, eager to assist in this lewd arrangement.

She stepped forward into the misty orb. The environment of the dream world shifted. She was right there with Jennifer, in a surreal ghostly sense. Jennifer was positioned in an endless pool of black water, still bound by writhing tentacles, ass presented perfectly.

Between Jamie's legs, a smokey tendril struggled to resolve itself.

"What do you want me to be?" The tendril asked.

"Make me a penis, but make it cute." Jamie responded in her mind.

The smoke attempted to do just that, reaching into Jamie's mind to determine what "cute" would mean in this situation. Obviously the slut waiting to be fucked would need something nice and long. But Jamie also preferred a smooth and slender motif.

In the end, what resolved at Jamie's crotch was an elegant, almost feminine, uncut member. It was maybe 8 or 9 inches as far as she could tell, already throbbing with erection. Her dream-heart skipped a beat. This was really happening, and she could feel the arousal on full blast.

She knelt down and lovingly placed her hands on Jennifer's ass cheeks. She wondered if Jennifer could really feel these hands or if this was her dream alone. She was pretty sure this was real for both of them. She would have some explaining to do in the morning.