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  He used her body, pounding into her mouth and her pussy with his two cocks, uncaring that she had no say, no control over this fucking. It should have been humiliating, infuriating, but heat and moisture pooled in her lower body, and she sucked on his mist cock with everything she had. She couldn’t get enough of him, of this. It was as carnal as anything she had ever seen in her visions, in that other dimension, and she didn’t want it to stop.

  But it did stop. His ghost balls drew hard against her chin, and his human balls tightened against his body. “Take me, Keisha.” He grunted with the force of his thrusts, his teeth grazing her nipples. “Take both of me.” He thrust into her pussy and her mouth, moisture with the thickness of cum shooting down her throat, heat penetrating the walls of her womb. She screamed and arched, absorbing his release, quieting only when he lay on top of her, mist and man, his being becoming one with hers.

  “That should do me for a while.” Pierce levered himself off of Keisha, and peered down at her beautiful face. Her curls, clipped close to her skull, made her brown eyes look even larger than they were, her full lips glistened with the moisture of his mist, and an endearing blush tinted her dark skin. She was gorgeous, and she saw him, all of him.

  “For a while?” She laughed softly, the sound making his stomach squeeze. “You’re insatiable.”

  “Yeah, I am.” He grimaced. Especially around you. His mist had never been able to feel another human before, and even now it prowled around her like a dangerous predator, hungry for another taste. “Half of me is from the other dimension.” He saw from her widening eyes that she understood. The other dimension revolved around sex and pain and other carnal experiences. “I need to touch.”

  “You can touch in the other… dimension?” She hesitated before saying the word. Pierce didn’t know if it was truly another dimension, but it was the way he had always thought of it. They shared the same earth, yet something separated their worlds.

  “Yeah.” Pierce sat up, the conversation feeling surreal. For so many years, he had struggled with his split worlds alone. There were those, like his friend Thorne, who knew of the other dimension, but only he had visited it. “Can’t you?”

  “No.” Keisha pulled the pieces of her blouse closer together. His mist didn’t like that, tugging at the fabric. “I can’t touch or speak to them. I can see them, feel them, hear them, even smell them.” She wrinkled up her nose, and Pierce chuckled. Many of the smells in the other dimension weren’t pleasant. “They can’t see me. It is like I’m watching television, except…”

  “It’s real.” He dressed, his thoughts churning as he came to terms with their differences. They weren’t the same, but they were similar enough to satisfy him. “They don’t know you’re there?” Her invisibility could be useful.

  “No.” She stood, pulling down her skirt, his mist swirling around her legs, slightly appeased by her lack of panties. He liked her moist pussy. It felt like home.

  He draped his jacket over her shoulders, feeling primitively possessive. She was a beautiful woman, and other males would look at her, but they couldn’t touch her. She was now his. Pierce withdrew a piece of paper from his pocket. “Have you seen this before?”

  Her fingers brushed his as she leaned forward to study the picture of the dagger closely. “No.” She chewed on her bottom lip, and Pierce ached to kiss her, his mist skimming her soft flesh. “I’ve seen one with an emerald, but not a ruby, and it had a curved horn, not snakes.”

  “I’m looking for this specific one.” The dagger was able to slice through the fabric of time and space, allowing its owner, currently a flesh-eating goblin, to travel from one dimension to another. “And him?” Pierce turned the page over. “Have you seen him?” The artist depicted Globum perfectly, capturing the snaggle tooth curling from his bottom jaw and the nose-sized wart on his left cheek. A long, green hair sprouted from that wart.

  “Yes.” Keisha backed away, disgust twisting her face. Globum was a nasty piece of work, fucking and killing -- not necessarily in that order -- any being he came across.

  “Do you remember where?” Pierce had been looking for a short cut to Globum’s castle. His nearest entry point was an hour’s walk away.

  “Of course.” She squeezed her thighs together, denying his mist access to her pussy.

  It was a defensive, protective motion. Globum fucked everything and everyone. A part of Pierce froze at the thought of his greedy, grubby hands running over Keisha’s soft skin. “He didn’t touch you?”

  She shuddered. “He can’t, thank God, but I never want to see him again.”

  That created a problem. “Even if it meant saving the world?”

  Chapter Two

  Pierce paced around the perimeter of his living room. “You don’t understand. There is no other choice.” He’d spent the past hour trying to convince her to look for the dagger, but she refused, declaring that there had to be some other way.

  Seated on his black leather couch, Keisha drew her feet under her ass. “No, you don’t understand.” She took a deep breath, drawing his attention to her pert breasts. They were soft and succulent like the freshest fruit, and he itched to take a bite out of them. “Every time I cross over, it’s more and more difficult to come back.” Pierce heard the fear in her voice.

  She didn’t know him well enough to trust he’d keep her safe. He would. He had searched his entire life for someone like her, and he wouldn’t lose her now. “I’ll --”

  “Is the bastard back?” Thorne lumbered forward, a semi-automatic submachine gun slung over one broad shoulder. Pierce grimaced as the front door slammed shut behind him, rattling the frame. His friend was huge and had a heavy hand. Walls cracked and furniture splintered around him. “I hope so, ‘cause I have a serious longing to split that goddamn goblin’s head open and dance on his fucking brains.” The halogen lights shone down on deep scars running from his cheek to his chin, and Keisha gasped. “Please excuse the cussing, Ma’am.” The blond giant nodded to her, flushing a bright red. “When I think of what that creature has done, I forget all the good manners my momma taught me.”

  “I’ve heard cussing before, and call me Keisha.” She stood, stretching out her hand. Pierce felt a flash of irritation as Thorne brushed his lips over her knuckles. The ladies found his friend charming, too charming. “You must be Thorne.”

  “That’s me, Miss Keisha.” He winked. “Are you helping us to ice this asshole?”

  “I…” She bit her bottom lip as she looked to Pierce for an answer.

  “He’s not this side… yet.” Pierce was thankful for that. Every time Globum crossed over, innocent people died. “And if we find that dagger, that yet won’t ever happen.”

  “Pierce.” Keisha dropped her gaze.

  “The dagger is in his fortress. It has to be, and if I could search it, I would.” Wanting to comfort her, he rubbed her bare arms, his mist stroking her back. “But I can’t. He can see me in mist form, and he’ll attack me the minute I appear.” Although he had tried numerous times, Globum’s castle was huge and tightly monitored, and he needed hours, not seconds to find the small object.

  “I can’t search either.” She laid her head on Pierce’s chest, and he felt her tremble. “I can’t move anything.”

  “You can follow and watch him.” Globum was a goblin, and goblins checked on their treasures, needing the constant reassurance that they were safe. “Find out where he hides it, tell Thorne to relay the location, and then cross back over. That’s all you need to do.” He’d retrieve the dagger.

  “And if I can’t cross back over?” She crossed her arms, holding her waist. “If I’m stuck forever, not able to touch anything or ask for help or be seen, what happens to me then?”

  Pierce crooked his finger under her determined chin and tilted her face up toward him. Obscenely long eyelashes framed her big, brown eyes. “You forget. I can see you, hear you, touch you, in this dimension and the next.” He brushed her lips with his. “Call for me. I’ll come
get you and fuck you back into the here and now if I have to.” He’d like to do that right now. His cock hardened against her stomach.

  “Ummm… I’m still here.” Thorne’s deep voice cut through the intimacy. “Y’all want to me to leave so you can be alone?”

  “Yes.” Hunting Globum could wait.

  “No.” Keisha’s reply overrode his. She sighed deeply. “If we’re to do this, we’ll do it right away, before I think about it too much.” She held onto Pierce’s arms. “Are you sure you can’t be with me?”

  “I’m sure.” Pierce shook his head, guilt making his response sharper than he intended. Their forced separation was entirely his fault. He couldn’t control his mist, and when she crossed over, his mist would follow. “He’ll see me.” Globum watched for him. “But Thorne will be on this side with your physical body the entire time.” His friend was completely human, and couldn’t cross over to the other dimension, much to the big man’s frustration. “He’ll call me at the first sign of any trouble.”

  “I won’t leave you, Miss Keisha.” Thorne hefted the machine gun closer to his neck. “And if Globum dares to cross over, I’ll blast his drooling chin into next Sunday.”

  Pierce knew Thorne would make good on that promise, as Globum had been responsible for the scar on his face, and the death of his sister. He kissed Keisha’s forehead, trying to reassure both her and himself. She’d be safe. “I’ll be a call away. The second you need me, I’ll be by your side.”

  “Then let’s go find your dagger.” Keisha’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.

  * * *

  The pink suns hung heavy in the orange sky as Globum slunk through his home. In fairy tale books, goblins lived in dark, dissolute caves, but in this alternate dimension, Globum, the leader of a ragged band of goblins, lived in a sprawling castle with a color scheme so bright, it hurt Keisha’s eyes. Reds and blues and yellows competed for dominance.

  Unfortunately, Globum smelled as one would expect a goblin to smell. He reeked of dark, refuse-filled alleys and urine-soaked public toilets. He also dined on pastel fairy wings and small, furry animals. His dinner was so horrific, Keisha had to turn away, and, if she could have felt her human body, the scene would have curdled her stomach.

  But she couldn’t feel her human body, not any longer. She vaguely remembered that she’d left her physical form in a deserted warehouse, and that someone, a big someone, watched over her, but even those memories were slowly fading. The pull of the alternative dimension was too strong, and it desired to keep her, forever.

  She climbed the winding, moss-green staircase, trailing Globum, the being she knew she must follow, although she couldn’t recall why. She was searching for an object, and he was the key. She didn’t know what that object was, but when she saw it, she would recognize it, or so she hoped.

  Keisha decreased the gap between her and the goblin as he opened a door. A closed door had separated them previously, leaving her to wait in a hallway until he exited. She’d felt a sense of panic, like that mistake had been critical, and she didn’t wish for that to happen again.

  “My pretties.” Globum’s voice was screechy high.

  “Master.” Three female creatures lay upon a mattress that reached from one wall to the other, displaying ghostly white bodies that would make Hollywood actresses envious, their breasts large and firm, their legs long and lean, and their hips curved to perfection. They smiled in welcome, and Keisha winced. Their faces resembled squids that had been tossed to the bottom of a fisherman’s boat and stepped upon.

  “We have been waiting for you, Master.” The tallest female was the first to approach the goblin, the other two creatures closely following. They peeled Globum’s robes from his thin, bony frame, drawing him onto the bed. The dominant female dropped his trousers, and Keisha sucked in her breath. Globum had the largest cock she’d ever seen. It was erect, curved, and dripped with a bluish-green liquid.

  “You brought us a present.” The females squealed with delight, three sets of hands covering, stroking, caressing his shaft.

  “This present needs tending to, pretties.” Globum thrust his saggy ass forward, his long, ill-kept fingernails curving over his defined hipbones. Elbows jabbed into breasts as the females jostled for position, the tallest winning the coveted job of sucking his cock. She opened wide, the gushing cockhead leaving a trail of colored cum as it disappeared into her tentacle-covered mouth. Her large, round eyes rolled back in her hairless head, as though his taste was as sweet as chocolate.

  One losing female spread Globum’s loose ass cheeks to probe his hole with her tongue and fingers while the other rolled onto her back, sliding under the dominant female. She licked her perfect pussy lips, nibbling on the wet folds, tickling an abnormally large clit with the tip of her tongue.

  Heat pooled in Keisha’s pussy. She’d been aroused since arrival, the alternative dimension flooded with the scent of sex and other deviant pleasures. Globum was repulsive and hideous, but her body hungered to be filled, and that cock should do the job adequately.

  It should, except it wasn’t the right cock. It wasn’t the cock belonging to her, although she couldn’t remember whom that cock was attached to. There was a fleeting vision of gray eyes and a blanket of gray, but that was all, and the need, the want in her was growing.

  Keisha felt the keen bitch-slap of guilt as she stripped naked, unable to watch and not pleasure herself. Warm skin brushed against her face, her arms, her back. It was light and dissatisfying and unfamiliar so she shrugged the connection away, until it disappeared, and she was swathed in coolness once more.

  She stroked herself, watching the dominant female bob her head, Globum’s cock appearing and disappearing between pale lips, the flesh glistening with saliva and other juices. The goblin’s hideous visage twisted, and he began to thrust harder and harder into the female’s mouth, causing her to gag and gasp and slurp.

  “I’m coming, my pretties.” Globum withdrew his pulsing cock, his fingers squeezing the base, and the females gathered around him, their ugly faces lit up with excitement. He yanked vigorously on his shaft, and bluish-green cream squirted onto the females’ faces. They laughed as he milked his cock, covering their skin. When he was drained dry, they eagerly licked the cum off each other’s cheeks and lips and tentacles. Bodies entwined, tongues touching tongues, fingers squeezing breasts, asses brushing against hairless mounds.

  Keisha’s fingers plunged deeper and harder into her pussy, yet she couldn’t find satisfaction. The other room inhabitants didn’t have that problem. The females frolicked and played, finger- and tongue-fucking each other shamelessly. Globum sprawled at the head of the bed, his legs spread open, his hand working his rapidly hardening cock.

  When his cock was stiff to his satisfaction, he snapped his fingers. “Line up, my pretties. Get your asses in a row.”

  The females disentangled themselves, scrambling over the mattress. They positioned themselves on hands and knees, aligning their asses side by side. Their knees were apart, exposing their wet pussies. “Ready, Master,” they informed Globum in unison.

  “Are you?” He slapped one pale ass. “I question that.” Twittering, the other two females arched their backs, pushing their asses farther in the air, and the goblin obligingly slapped those cheeks too, reddening them. Keisha’s own ass twitched. She wanted palm prints on her darker skin, from a thicker, broader hand, one that she knew, one that she vaguely remembered.

  “Better.” Kneeling behind the first female, Globum stroked himself with rough, sharp pulls, his cock oozing with precum, his balls hanging low. “You’ll each get three thrusts.” He held the female’s hips, his jagged fingernails digging into her pale skin, his dripping tip teasing her pussy. “Count.” With one hard continuous movement, he buried himself in her.

  “One,” the female called out. Globum slowly withdrew his long, thick cock until his rim was visible. She swayed as he thrust again. “Two,” the female counted. Keisha licked her lips as the goblin pul
led out. That’s what she needed. The next entry was so vigorous, the massive bed skidded on the glossy floor. “Three.” The female sighed, her shoulders drooping.

  Globum moved to the next female, his cock wet from the pussy juices of the first. “Count,” he instructed again as he repeated the process. He fucked the females in order, giving them first three thrusts of his cock, then four, then five. Keisha dropped onto her hands and knees, fervently masturbating herself into a frenzy, imagining that she was also in his assembly fuck line.

  And then the fucking wasn’t only in her imagination. A comforting gray mist fell upon her back, draping over her shoulders, curling around her breasts. Large hands squeezed and released, squeezed and released her breasts, catching her nipples between fingers and thumbs. A cockhead probed her wet, hot pussy, and she pushed back into it. The mystery man, a man she knew, a man she loved, drove forward, filling her, his hips slapping against her ass.

  He slammed into her again and again. Her breathing became strained. Globum and his trio of females moved farther and farther away from her until the brightness became darkness and then light again. She stared, not at the sagging ass of the hideous goblin but into watchful blue eyes. A blond giant sat on a folding chair, a submachine gun aimed in her direction, his body tense with anticipation.

  “You with me, Keisha?” Pierce huffed as he ravaged her pussy, tightening their connection with each thrust.

  “Yes, barely.” She was back in the warehouse, and she was naked, on her hands and knees, being fucked by the man she loved. He’d done as he had promised, crossing over to get her, but she was achingly aware that she could slip back, their connection flimsy and fragile. “Please harder, deeper, faster,” she called encouragement, uncaring of their audience, her body quivering with the beginnings of a soul-binding orgasm. Once she came, she’d be safe.

  “Fuck.” The one word expressed his relief, and his fear.