Intermission: Princesses, Shadows and Ghosts

A pleasant shiver washed over Vanessa’s entire body as she woke up. She looked around and wondered what had happened before remembering what she’d done with John, which caused her face to take on a lovely shade of crimson. “I can’t believe I did that with… him,” she huffed. “But why did it feel so good? I shouldn’t have let him take control like that though, even if it felt... Like that,” she admitted while her hand absent-mindedly wandered down to her damp panties.

She suddenly realised she wasn’t naked. “The fuck?” Looking down at herself a little confused, she noticed her bedsheets had been changed too and that there was a note on her dresser. Reading through it her blush deepened a little and she cracked a slight smile before realising and throwing the note in the trash. “What a loser…” she scoffed as she stared at the scrunched up note. “I bet he’s going to jerk off to my pictures when he gets home, he might have already jerked off… Fuck, why does that thought turn me on a little?”

She groaned loudly before throwing herself backwards onto her bed. She grabbed her phone to look at the time and was surprised to see it was past midnight. She also noticed a message notification, and a pit formed as she saw the “UNKNOWN NUMBER”. She sighed and decided to get it over with.

She read the message over twice before she all but ripped her panties off to check. It had been a while since she’d been able to see her perfect pussy and she couldn’t help but smile and flail around at the freedom.

< V: Hmff, I should have known you were just toying with me! It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s not like the thought of using him after being edged for so long didn’t pass through my mind a few times while he droned on. Do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care! >

Sending the message she felt a slight unexplainable rush of excitement before panicking a little, but she’d already sent the message and she would not apologise or grovel no matter who she was talking to.

She dropped her phone next to her on the bed and her mind drifted back to the things John had done to her. She remembered how humiliated she felt having him look at her, how helpless she felt being tied up.

Her hand dropped to her pussy and she began idly rubbing herself. She’d always thought that she was dominant in the bedroom, but just the thought of how she’d been used and played with sent a rush through her body.

’Damn, I’m getting really hot. I’m glad that stupid belt is off, for now; it means I can spend this weekend making up for lost time. Maybe I’ll even let Frank take the lead when I have him come over.’ That thought made her shudder… and not in a good way. ’Fuck that, and anyway I owe him for lying about John’s dick. He said it was small and pathetic, but it was big… thick… and gorgeous. Vanessa shuddered as she came.

“Fuck, what am I thinking? John is a pathetic nerd, no matter how hot it felt having him do all those things to me. It doesn’t matter, next time… wait no, there won’t be a next time… maybe…” she thought out loud.

Vanessa stood up and pulled the rest of what she was wearing off before heading towards the bathroom. “I need a shower, a cold one, maybe that will shock all these stupid thoughts and feelings out of me.”

A shadow had descended on Springfield after following John through the Cullis Gate. It had prowled the streets, and after passing a young woman that had taken its eye, it began to shift and change shape, it took on curves, pale skin, dark hair and clothes. The shadow had become a gothic version of the girl it had passed.

The shadow continued following a delectable scent until she reached her destination. The building was a rustic looking log cabin with a large sign that read “The Smokestack”. At the centre of the roof was a large metal chimney and the roof itself extended over an outdoor seating area. Inside were several tables and between the indoor area and the outdoor seating was a large open fire grill. The smell of roasted, smoked and grilled meat radiated from the place and drew in the shadow.

The girl walked over to one of the people currently cooking over the fire. “I assume you are selling food, yes?” she asked.

A young man looked over to her. “If you want to order, you can either sit at one of the benches outside or go inside and sit at a table, a waitress will be with you shortly.”

Nodding the shadow moved to one of the outdoor benches. A small sign sat on the table and listed a multitude of strange sounding food items. She looked over each one and her mouth watered. Soon enough a girl in a black apron and notepad came over. “Welcome to The Smokestack, I am Tracy and I’ll be your waitress today, how may I serve you?”

The shadow looked over the menu again. “I’ll have the burger sliders, and a barbecue classics platter, and for a drink bring me whatever you would recommend,” she ordered.

The waitress wrote down the order. “Sure thing, that should all take around 20 minutes and I’ll bring your drink right out.”

The waitress headed to the kitchen and soon returned with a large pitcher and several glasses, “This is our homemade raspberry lemonade, I’m sure you and your friends will like it, when they get here, that is.”

The shadow poured a drink and began gulping down the delicious beverage. By the time she’d put the glass down, the waitress had wandered off, so she wasn’t able to correct her.

The food came and the waitress made another comment about the friends not being here yet but the shadow ignored Tracy, instead looking at the feast in front of her.

The first plate she came to had several small sandwich looking things on it, some were stacked higher than others, some looked to be beef, some looked to be chicken, she also recognised what looked like pulled pork on one of them. Each burger was different and her mouth watered looking at them all.

The second plate was also extremely appetizing. Ribs, brisket, steak, chicken wings and much much more filled it to the brim and everything smelled divine. She dove in and never noticed the waitress wander off.

Again Tracy returned to the table, and to her amazement, the girl sitting there was just polishing off the last of the burgers. “Wow, I didn’t expect all of that was for you. I hope you enjoyed everything. Can I get you anything else?” The shadow shook her head and Tracy smiled. “Okay, well, all together that will be $34.76”

The shadow looked at the girl slightly confused before bringing out a coin pouch. “I don’t know what dollars are but this should cover it,” she said before standing up and pulling out eight gold coins.

The waitress looked annoyed. “Excuse me, miss, but you need to pay!”

“I just did! I feel like I have been more than generous; with the amount that I just ate, I would actually estimate that the cost should have come to around six gold and I believe I have more than compensated you,” the shadow argued.

“This is unacceptable, and I’m calling the cops!” Tracy yelled.

The shadow’s brow furrowed. “I was more than fair, but now I don’t think I will be paying at all,” she said as she snatched up her coin purse. “I’m leaving!”

Tracy grabbed the shadows arm tightly. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

The shadow yanked her arm out of the waitress’ grasp and headed towards the opening leading to the street, but was blocked by a tall and muscular looking man. Out of patience, the shadow punched the guy sending him to the floor wheezing before she walked away.

Shortly after she picked up the scent of the boy from before and began following it only to be led to a strange area that had a large archway which said “Meander Alley”. She continued following the smell until she found a building called “Insert Coin Arcade”. Looking inside, there were lots of lights and the sound of music.

“He isn’t here… but he has been here a significant amount of time; I should find out what this place is,” the shadow mumbled under her breath, before walking into the arcade.

The house was quiet as the Newmans’ resident spectre drifted down into John’s room. Seeing he wasn’t there, she moved on to Brenda’s room. Curiously, Brenda was also not in bed.

Going back into the hall, she heard the sound of the TV downstairs. Slowly she descended into the living room where she found an adorable sight: Brenda and John both cuddled up to each other fast asleep. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling ear to ear.

’This is perfect,’ she thought.

She moved over to them and decided to start with Brenda; she was in a nightie so it was easy for the spectre to lift up and inch down her panties. She didn’t pull them off completely, only bringing them down to the milf’s knees. Using her thumb she softly massaged Brenda’s clit until she could see Brenda’s nipples poking through both her lingerie and her nightie.

Next, she moved to John. She quickly freed his cock and smiled. Needing a little lubrication in order to comfortably play with the toy she had just taken out, she reached over to Brenda who after only the smallest amount of stimulation had become extremely wet. The spectre coated her fingers before toying with John’s dick which hardened quickly.

She looked over to Brenda who now looked lonely, and smiled again as a possibly evil thought came into her head. She took John’s hand and slowly guided it over to Brenda’s boob, making sure to help him give it a little squeeze which elicited a quiet moan from her.

“Oh John, groping your mother like that as she sleeps? I’d better take care of your big friend down there so that you stop being such a naughty boy,” she giggled quietly.

Soon her head was bobbing up and down John’s length as he quietly moaned in his sleep. The corner of her lips curled up as she saw his hand instinctively begin massaging his mother’s breast. Not wanting to leave Miss Newman out of the fun, she reached her hand over and continued to stimulate Brenda while savouring John’s dick.

“Keep going… I love you, sweetie,” Brenda mumbled.

John moaned before replying, “Love... y... too.”

The spectre moaned; she had started to use her free hand to touch herself as she got both mother and son off. She could feel the tension building in her own body and noticed the telltale signs of both Brenda and John.

She sped up, and just as she felt herself tipping over the edge, she impaled her throat with John’s cock as he came, and again Brenda’s legs snapped shut as she shuddered.

A moment passed and the spectre sighed, moving back and savouring the moment. She began putting the two back how she found them but stopped as she was about to pull John’s hand away. She smiled and floated up into the ceiling. “Have fun in the morning.” She couldn’t help but giggle.

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