Chill Out and Recharge

The benefit of a quickfire orgasm was the short refractory period, and Lee busied himself repositioning the human Tania’s body for better comfort when she regained consciousness.

Grabbing a drink from the mini fridge, Lee took a contemplative sip as he watched Rebecca’s body sluggishly twitching to life from the waist outwards.

“You know, people are absolutely going to notice the personality change,” he said, as much to himself as to his ex. “But I wonder how many of them will complain. Half of the people here don’t even like you, they’re just here for the free drinks.”

Rebecca said nothing, her eyes darting frantically around the room as though some means of escape would magically present itself.

Finishing his drink, Lee’s returning arousal spiked when he saw Rebecca’s legs opening themselves to welcome his return. Again, Rebecca did not find this particular party trick amusing and again, Lee couldn’t help deriving a sadistic twist of enjoyment from her horror.

He needed to build up a rhythm this time, concentrating on the tactile sensation of penetrating his ex-girlfriend’s possessed snatch to maintain vigour. Five minutes later and with his breath becoming ragged, Lee climaxed inside Rebecca and opened his eyes to observe the effects.

She had already been flexing her stomach beneath him, and he was gratified to hear her breathing deepen as Tania took over her lungs. The deeper breaths allowed Rebecca greater volume, but all she could manage was a long, hoarse croak as she lost control of such a vital function.

Her heart would be next, Lee thought. Or maybe it had already happened. He should have kept his ear to her chest. Oh well.

A faint moan made him jump, but his sudden alarm faded when he realised that it was Tania waking up. He slid onto the bed beside her, cradling her as she tried to sit up.

“Easy does it,” he said reassuringly. “You’ve had an interesting day.”