Night Moves 2

Never before in your life did you have such a sincere and earnest love for toothpaste. Its minty taste replacing the relentless flavor of all you had to endure in your mouth. It almost felt like...redemption. Brush brush brush...spit spit spit, you thought. The queens creepy little jingle haunting you, but this one was better in every way.

You rinsed your mouth. The beautiful split seconds between leaning over to spit out the water and returning to standing and seeing yourself in the mirror almost felt like the events of the day never happened.

When you returned to your bedroom you had an unfortunate discovery. The stripper heels that Sara had equipped on you didn't come off. They were as stuck on you as anything else you'd found yourself in.

"Looks like I'm sleeping in heels now..." you groaned, "fantastic..."

You laid down and pulled the covers over the ridiculous state of your body and looked forward to escaping from existence for a few hours.

You closed your eyes and wished that tomorrow would never come.

The red light returned with the repeated chanting of "Mine" as, once again your covers were pulled off, your body lifted into the air, your thong was pulled off, and your possessed cock sprung to life- raising up into the air and turning to face you.

It again slathered your face, filled up your mouth, and splattered across the cleavage appearing from your bra, before returning the thong and placing you back on the bed, still not electing to return your covers.

Enough time passed for the cum to dry when the white heels began to glow, filling the room with a white light this time, and Sara's voice began to whisper into the room.

"Dormant spirit...I know that you're in there somewhere...please...give me a sign that you can hear me..."

The room was still. Nothing changed.

"Please...we need your help to defeat the queen. Our hero can't do it on her own...please, I beg of you...let me know that my words can find you."

The hips on your sleeping body gave a slight hump into the air.

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you our heros companion! I'm doing everything I can to reawaken you and banish the queen for good, but if you don't remember your capabilities, your power, your glory- then it will all be for naught. Please show me your power..."

Your hips humped slightly again.

Sara's voice went from a whisper to a tearful plea, "Please...we're all counting on you! You have to remember! You have to believe!"

Your hips humped a couple more times before they shook appearing to have had an epiphany.

Your body was once again lifted into the air, "yes! You're remembering your power!" Your thong, once again removed and shot violently away from you, "Yes!" Sara cheered, your dick extended into the air, "Rise, dormant spirit! Rise!" and turned to face you.

Your cock twitched and shot a small burst of cum that landed sadly on your chin. Sara's cheering shifted back into concern, "Please! You're almost there...you have to remember the full extent of your power.

Your cock twitched a few more times, shooting small little shots landing on your nose, your forehead, your cheek.

"Please...I beg of you...remember and believe..."

It twitched a few more times, shot three more shots that didn't even hit you causing Sara to cry, "you can't backslide. You need to push forward..."

It twitched without cumming, Sara cried without words, until it stopped and remained perfectly still...something had happened.

It then shot out a torrent of cum splattering everywhere. Not just landing on your face, but splashing off of it while Sara cheered. After a couple seconds, your face wasn't just coated- it was drenched. Your open mouth wasn't just filled- it overflowed. Your sleeping body couldn't swallow it fast enough.

"You're doing it!" Sara delighted, "oh I knew you could!"

The hair from your wig lifted up and it drenched that too. Every strand of hair completely submerged in cum.

Then, suddenly it stopped, and Sara hung on suspense. "Please dormant spirit! Dont let that be it...there are still places left untouched..."

It resumed...slowly at first, the cum appearing to miss, at first- but it didn't fall to the bed.

It floated around in a horizontal forcefield around you body. The cock dripped out more and more adding to this forcefield. It then went from dripping to shooting. More and more globs orbited around you. The cocks shots became more hearty, then it became a stream, from there a torrent. It was no longer just sparse globs orbiting around you. It was a full horizontal tornado completely hiding your body behind its sticky cyclone spinning rapidly.

The cyclone got smaller as it approached your body. Then suddenly...the cyclone stopped...it remained perfectly still. Sara watched in utter suspense as the forcefield retracted...before completely collapsing in on your sleeping body.

Sara cried tears of joy, "I never stopped believing in you."

Magic lifted the thong back up and returned it to your waist. Your body gently returned to your bed, the sheets sticking to your coated body.

The glow of the heels faded away. Not even they cared to return the covers to your body.