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Dark Lullaby	By : ZombieWithANoose Category: 1 through F > Drop Dead Fred Views: 1781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: We don’t own Drop Dead Fred, the Twilight Zone, A Christmas Carol, Full House, or Uncle Jesse, and have no connection or relation to Michael Biehn. Also, we’re not making a single profit from this work.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Authors’ Notes:
unleashthewords: I apologize to Fred for putting him through the emotional and uh, sexual, wringer. It’s for his own good though. Thanks to zombierose3 for being the best co-author with an awesome sense of humor who gets me and tolerates my typos and can laugh with me about them. May you never run out of coco. Mwahahaha! To the readers: I look forward to your thoughts and comments. Enjoy. [On another note: If anyone is questioning Fred’s stamina, please remember in this story he is an incubus and he doesn’t tire.]
zombierose3: When you try to type “cock,” but put “coco” instead you never live it down, do you? Lol. Just give me some marshmallows, I guess. *ahem* Yeah, I look forward to everyone’s thoughts and comments, too. Thank you for those of you who followed, favorited, and left comments on chapter one! Enjoy your treat, dirtyaim! Or your coco? I don’t know anymore, but we tried to put sprinkles on top!
**Disclaimers: We don’t own Drop Dead Fred, or Slip ‘N Slide, and we’re not making a single profit from this work.
Chapter Two
Go Big or Go Home
“You have to go now,” said Fred.
Lizzie looked around, finding herself in a dark and twisted version of her old room. Drop Dead Fred watched her from across the room, his green suit just visible in the darkness. An uneasy feeling settled in Lizzie’s stomach, the familiarity of the scene rushing to her mind. Fred was about to tell her goodbye.
Why am I going over this again? Why’s it always this moment? She frowned.
“Why?” she asked. “Can’t I stay?”
“No. You have to go alone.”
Reliving those words didn’t hurt any less and it surprised her. “But I want you to come back with me,” she said, pushing aside her anxiety at his suggestion.
“Well, that’s just tough. You have to go alone.” Fred shook his head. “I can’t get back now.” He pursed his lips. “...Look, you’ve got you now. You don’t need me. Not anymore.”
Who’s he trying to convince? She studied him, trying to see what he didn’t say, but she found nothing. You can’t get back now? She stared at his calm face and felt her anger rise, her dream mixing with the memories of last night. She knew his words were a lie because he’d come back to her and confessed that he’d been full of shit.
Why couldn’t you have just told me the truth right here? Why was it so hard? Her stomach knotted over the encroaching goodbye. What would’ve happened if you’d just stayed?Lizzie fumed. I can’t do this again.
“So… goodbye,” said Fred with a shrug and an unconvincing smile.
Slowly, he walked toward her, his gaze locked with hers as the room faded into darkness. Lizzie's heart pounded. They stood face to face, a ring of light surrounding them like they were all that existed.
“Just kiss me and say Drop Dead Fred.”
Lizzie stared up at him and clenched her fists.
“Now,” he added.
“I will do no such thing!”
Fred blinked. “What?”
“I’m not telling you goodbye!”
Fred gaped at her as though struck, confusion furrowing his brow. “Yes, you are! You have to say it. I’m trying to do what’s best for you.”
“No, I don’t!” She leaned closer, anger flashing in her eyes. “It’s not what’s best for me! It’s the worst thing you could do!”
“It is not ! Look, I said I can’t get back. You’ve gotta go. Quit arguing with me. How ‘bout a wave, then? Can you manage that?” he asked.
Lizzie growled in frustration. “You’re full of it! You’re just running away! Admit it!”
“Running… away?” He stared at her, hesitation in his eyes, but it transformed into hurt. “Am not! I don’t run from anything. I’m Drop Dead Fred! At least I can say three little words.” He rolled his eyes.
“I can, too. You’re a liar!”
Fred’s jaw dropped. “A what?” He leaned back, shoving his hands in his pockets as silence fell between them. “Alright. You’re right,” he said, looking in her eyes. “But it’s better than the truth, so you better just get outta here, Snotface. Please. Just… just say it.”
Lizzie rocked back onto her heels. His admission stunned her. “Tell me the truth, Fred. I need to know.”
“Why? What difference does it make?” he asked, his expression pained.
Calmed, Lizzie looked into his eyes, searching for the answers she needed. “Please, it’s important to me. I need to hear this from you now.”
“Snotface…” He took a slow, deep breath, which shook as he exhaled. “It’s... The truth is it’s because I need you… and I’m scared.” Fred shifted, unable to look her in the eyes. “I care for you, and I shouldn’t, so I have to go away. I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Please just say it.”
Shocked, Lizzie stared at Fred, speechless. Letting out the breath she had been holding, she reached out and turned his face toward hers. When he finally looked into her eyes, she smiled at him. “Was that so hard?”
Fred gave her a sly smile. “Yes. I could’ve died, ya know! I could’ve turned into a girl and puked out all my eyeballs! It would’ve been terrible!” he cried, but his features softened. “You’re stubborn. You know that? And you’ve given me cooties.” Fred slouched and pouted. “Why won’t you just let me go?”
Fighting back a laugh, she shook her head at Fred’s antics. “Yes, I’m sure that would have been just terrible.” Growing serious, she looked at Fred’s slouching form. “I let you go once. I don’t think I can do it again.”
Frowning, Fred reached out and stroked her face. “You’re twenty-seven. Bit old for an imaginary friend. It’s time for you to be a big girl and forget about me.” He stepped closer. “Just, kiss me first… Just once and I’ll go. You’ll have your normal life back.”
Fred had a point. Lizzie couldn’t deny it. Grown women didn’t need imaginary friends, but he wasn’t just her imaginary friend. Surprised by the thought, Lizzie leaned in and their lips came together. It was a surreal, bittersweet feeling, but it didn’t feel wrong.
Fred’s arms wrapped around her tight and her hands pressed against his torso. She felt the warmth of his lips, how soft they were, and savored it. This could be the last time they were together and the thought hurt.
Reluctantly, she pulled back just enough so their lips no longer touched. How was she supposed to live without Fred again? She had to change things, to see what it might be like if he didn’t go; he couldn’t leave her again. “I’m not saying goodbye.”
Fred stared at her and his somber expression dissolved into a grin. “For once, I love the sound of you not listening to me.”
“Maybe this is the new assertive me.” She smiled. “You’re staying and that’s that.”
“Why, Snotface…” He smirked. “Are you saying I’m all yours, or else?”
Lizzie realized they still embraced with their faces very close, but she didn’t want to move. She liked the feeling of being in Fred’s arms. It felt safe, comfortable, right. She tried to keep her focus on what he said. “All mine? Well, who’s would you be?” She suddenly felt shy as Fred’s nose brushed with hers.
“No one’s. Hard to really go anywhere and refuse a request like yours when you’ve stolen all of me. You’ve got my heart, ‘Lizabeth.” Closing his eyes, Fred laid a soft kiss against her lips and Lizzie sighed against them.
She couldn’t believe Fred had said that. It was so sweet, so unlike him. She gently kissed him back. This was happening between them, and part of her wondered why, and the other part of her told that part to shut up.
Lizzie pulled back just enough to whisper, “Don’t leave.”

Drop Dead Fred sat in the rocking chair near Jessica’s bed. His new charge slept, alternating between nose whistles and snores because of her cold. Fred found it strangely melodic, watching her in contemplation. He’d been assigned to her for a week and it still felt odd being in a new place with a new kid. Empty, really. A feeling that had grown over the last six months, which both bothered and confused him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get use to change…” he whispered, watching his drooling friend. “Don’t tell anyone. Just looks easy because I’m Fred.” His fingers drummed against the armrest. As often as he switched from kid to kid, moving on never became any less difficult. Guilt stayed with him for a time, and he worried if he’d left charges too soon. He never got to find out if he had, except for Lizzie.

“Wish I could just explain to all of you that I don’t have a choice,” he said, watching Jessica sleep. “You’re my second friend in six months, actually.” She rolled onto her back and snorted, making Fred laugh. “You’re lots of fun, though, for a Snot-Whistle.” He used his magic to pull the blankets she’d kicked off back around her, but his joy faded. “And in a few more months, I’ll be gone from you, too because I’m just a crazy, wide-eyed loner… still on a doomed space mission to Venus.”
Contempt flared at the truth in his story, his small way of revealing he was an incubus, expected to return to his nature. “It’s stupid,” he lamented, but being an incubus Fred couldn’t stay near the same human for long. The imaginary friend council had come up with that law as a precaution, fearing what the long-term effects of his presence might be around a mortal female.
It didn’t matter that his nature wouldn’t get used on a child. His very presence eventually wore on whoever he connected to because of how his magic worked. Since his powers couldn’t connect with a male, it forced him to have only female charges.
Begrudgingly, the council had allowed him to help girls under stricter laws and he hated their reasons. A shortened time frame, all because they had declared him a ticking time bomb and unnatural. Fred scowled.
“I’m not unnatural,” he muttered. “I’m fabulous…”
Jessica’s nose whistled, catching his attention.
“You know,” he said to his snoring friend, “if you weren’t sick we could be having all sorts of fun right now. I was gonna put the Slip ‘N Slide on the stairs. We coulda taken turns launching the dead fish your mum has in the fridge down it!” Hopeful, Fred leaned closer and eyed her, but she didn’t even stir. “Hmm. Guess all that sick made ya deaf.”
Huffing, he sat back, tapping his foot on the floor. He needed a distraction from his solitude. Quiet led to more thinking, which eventually led to how much he missed Lizzie, which definitely led to rash decisions, and pissing her off even more. Honestly, he still couldn’t figure out what had made her so mad in the first place.

“Do me a favor when you grow up, Snot-Whistle. When some bloke comes ’round and confesses how he feels about you, don’t go off your trolley like a swarm of flying monkeys just flew up and nested in your dress!” His fingers drummed faster against the armrest. “This was never supposed to happen, you know. I almost wasn’t an imaginary friend. Maybe Snotface would’ve been happier that way...” He gripped the armrests and sniffled, the gnawing, empty ache in his chest growing worse.
Why can’t I ever get her out of my head? Bet she’s fast asleep and forgotten all about me, too, that Snotface.

“It’s not like I could’ve told her what I really am on day one. What’s she expect? Should I have just shouted it? Said, ‘Hey, Snotface, guess what! I’m a sex demon! You’re short. Nice to meet you! I-’”
A familiar presence stopped him cold, crawling through him. He shivered, straightening in his seat as the energy tugged at his magic.
“Wait. I know this...” he muttered, looking down at Jessica. “...but it’s not you.” The bond between him and his current charge allowed him to sense when they needed him, even in dreams. A handy tool for destroying nightmares. “It’s human, though… but that doesn’t make any sense." The magical pull’s urgency grew and Fred’s familiarity along with it, but he couldn’t pinpoint the source. “But no one else should be able to summon me. It’s-”
His eyes widened.
“Snotface?” He gasped. “Oh my god, it’s Lizzie!”
He felt her, calling to him from her dream world. She hadn’t done that since she was a child having nightmares and in his surprise he couldn’t hold back his manic smile. “Bloody hell… I’d forgotten about the link…” He hadn’t been able to close it after he’d left, but had never figured out why. “Maybe she’s not so pissed after all...”
Renewed hope surged within him and Fred shot to his feet. He couldn’t stand still. He had to go to her. She still needed him. This proved it.
Maybe I’ll just pop in. After all, what can a peek hurt?
Bouncing on his heels, Fred blinked away and entered Lizzie’s dream world. Heart pounding, he found himself inside a dark room. Anticipation flooded him at his chance to learn what Lizzie thought and felt for him, but it did not go as he expected.
A dream version of himself embraced Lizzie in the moment of their goodbye, kissing her like he wanted to swallow her.
Fred’s jaw dropped and he stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet. “Oh my g-” His hands clasped over his mouth, muffling his shriek before she heard him scream like a girl.
The vision smiled at Lizzie and traced a gentle finger along her cheek. “I made a mistake, Snotface. I can’t leave you. I need you too much, and you still need me,” he whispered, bestowing a soft kiss to her lips. “Promise me you’ll never stop.”
“Is that all it takes to get you to stay? I really need you for something right now.” She pressed her lips to his. “This could take awhile,” she murmured against his mouth.
“Well, I have forever, which is how long I’m gonna keep you,” he said, crushing her against him and claiming her mouth in an earnest kiss.
From the dark, Fred’s blue eyes popped out of his skull.
Oh my god… Is that how she wants me to talk? She’s dreamed me into a bloody girl! And- Wait. We’re kissing? Snotface wants to kiss me? His body broke into a vortex of emotions. Elation, confusion, embarrassment, jealousy, and the pulse of his awakening desire all fought for dominance, but he was too stunned to move, let alone believe what he saw. Did Lizzie return his feelings? Could he be so fortunate to have her love?
Lizzie’s heart pounded. He was going to stay with her forever? His kiss seemed to promise that and more. She let herself become lost in it, kissing him back, trying to show how much she needed him. Her arms pulled him to her tighter, and desperate, she deepened the kiss. Caressing his tongue with hers, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She had to know. “Fred, do you need me like I need you?”
Fred bit his hand to stifle the guttural sound that threatened to erupt from him, her words awakening his starved incubi nature. He could nearly feel what it would be like to have her tongue sweeping over his and he thought for a moment that if he dared to breathe that it would come out as a moan and give himself away. He tried to fight it, that incurable ache that wanted all control of him, but the fact that it was Lizzie saying she needed him to a dream version of his own self made him weak. Oh fuck, I need her , he thought. I really do. So much.
“Yes, Lizzie. I need you. I really do. So much,” the vision answered, stroking the curve of her lip with his thumb. His other hand cradled the back of her head, bringing her mouth closer to his.
The real Fred’s eyes widened. Oh hell , he thought, realizing what was happening. His powers were acting without him. I’m influencing the dream …
The vision gazed into Lizzie’s eyes with so much need that he appeared as though he would drink her in, if only to keep her there forever as a part of him. His mouth waited only a breath apart from hers and he whispered, thick with desire, “Do you need to know how much?”
“Yes,” she whispered, hoarsely, staring into his blue eyes with an intense need of her own. Her lips were so close to his it was as though they breathed in each other’s breaths.
“I don’t know what burns more for you, Lizzie. My heart, my soul…” The vision’s mouth curled up as he blushed. “Or my body, Darling.”
Fred jerked. Darling?! Pfft! I would never say that! How can she think I’d ever- Wait. If I’m spewing poetry, then I’m not completely controlling this dream yet. This is her doing...
Relaxing, Fred hoped this gave him enough time to get himself back under control. He didn’t want to leave just yet. He knew he should, but he needed to see what Lizzie wanted from him. The sight of them together was too entrancing and tempting to look away. Maybe just a bit longer… he thought, watching Lizzie’s fantasy of him kiss and caress her.
The vision continued, speaking between every taste of her mouth, “I wanna spend every waking second with you. To love you every night until you can’t keep awake any longer, then wake you every morning with my body until you can’t get out of bed. To be the first and the last thing you feel, see, and taste before you dream and after you wake. I want you to be mine, Lizzie. I don’t want anyone else. You’re everything. I promise I’m gonna stay with you for good this time. I’m done being an imaginary friend. I wanna be more for you; I wanna be human. Just say the magic words and I’ll give this all up for you and be mortal.”
Drop Dead Fred’s growing lust took a sharp dive and his heart wrenched with betrayal. Mortal? Human?! She wanted him human? Was that the only way she could accept him?No… Not my Snotface. She wouldn’t... Right? Shaking, he wrapped his arms around himself, holding his breath. He needed her answer.
Closing her eyes, Lizzie reveled in the sensation of his mouth tasting hers. His words only added to the ecstasy she felt. It was pure bliss and she didn’t want it to end. “Fred,” she whispered, her voice tinged with desire. “I want you. Love me. Stay with me. Be mine always.” She opened her eyes, staring into his. “Make me yours.”
Fred crashed to his knees in the shadows behind Lizzie. Oh god no , he thought, his eyes shutting and his breath going shallow. Whether his dream self did anything before him now, he didn’t hear, all he heard was the rush of his pulse and the blood in his ears. Why did she have to say that? Her need beckoned and teased him. She had given him permission, dream self or not. The ravenous desire inside him wanted to comply- it wanted to comply right now.
No, no, no. You can’t do this. Don’t touch her, ya bastard. You promised. Stop it!
Wincing, Fred fought against the pull, fingers curling over the ground, but his very skin prickled with want. A deep ache started in his soul and spread to his groin, throbbing, and sending him into a state where he just wanted more of the feeling. He wanted Lizzie so much, he could sense her in the air around him, needing him. She called to his soul and it overwhelmed and frayed his resolve.
Leave. Oh god, leave now!
“I need you so much, Fred. Make love to me,” said Lizzie.
Before he could stop it, his essence reached out and washed over hers in an ethereal caress that made them both shudder together, and he gasped as his spirit touched hers for the first time. The connection was instantly addicting and his energy coated hers, pulling at the lust radiating off Lizzie and drinking it in- her lust for him. It was like taking a breath of air after holding it his entire life and he needed more. Fuck, she’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted…
Lizzie gasped against the vision’s mouth as pleasure washed over her. Her body flooded with desire, desperate for release. Grinding her hips against his, she kissed him again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, trying to swallow his desire. She wanted his body against hers, skin against skin, his hardness filling her until they both cried out in ecstasy.
Breathless, she leaned back, looking into the vision’s eyes. Their chests rose and fell in unison as they struggled to catch their breath. “You’re pretty good at this. Are you sure you’re a virgin?” She smiled as she snaked a hand down his waist and brushed the bulge in his pants.
“Not for much longer,” said the vision, smirking.
“Oh... fucking... hell!” Fred gasped from the shadows, watching Lizzie tease over the vision’s very noticeable erection. I want her. It’s just not fair! His breath turned ragged and his body shook. He throbbed for her inside his trousers and brushed his hand over the ache. Fred gasped at finding himself fully erect and a shiver of pleasure pulsated through his cock at the contact.
Oh, shit... That feels way too good… His eyes rolled back and he sat up on his knees, craving more. Rubbing himself, Fred moaned from the titillating tremor coursing through his groin. His trousers felt so tight and unbearable. He’d never wanted to not be a virgin anymore so much in all his life.
Lizzie and the vision’s mouths crashed together, their lust rising and their breath one. They kissed, consumed by endless passion, hands exploring each other’s bodies. Lizzie bit the vision’s lip as he squeezed her ass. She moaned into his mouth and pressed herself against his hardness. “Let’s take care of this virgin situation,” she breathed.
Yes, yes. Oh fuck, please , thought Fred, consumed by his incubi nature, the vision repeating every word and grinding against Lizzie. Fred’s eyes widened and he groaned. He’d never been so hard and he burned to please her, to make her feel everything she ever wanted. He didn’t think he could live if he didn’t have her and he squeezed his cock, imagining that her hand held him instead. A tantalizing ache tightened his balls and made him shudder. Oh, I’d give anything to whisper in her ear what she’s doing to me…
“Do you know what you do me?”
Fred’s attention snapped to the vision, watching as he dragged his lips along Lizzie’s cheek all the way to her earlobe.
“It’s not fair to be so close to you, so connected and not inside you. I’d love to know what it’s like...” Gently, he sucked her earlobe, bringing a soft moan from her that made the real Fred’s cock twitch.
He could feel her; every ache, every desire, her very desperation to be with him coursing through him like it was his own. “Oh fuck, lemme feel what it’s like!” Fred gasped and weaved his desire through her essence to bring her to the same height of arousal as himself. They moaned as one and Fred fumbled to undo his pants. He needed release and he needed one with Lizzie.
Reaching in, his cock throbbed intensely as his fingers met with bare skin. His breath hitched and his magic shared the sensation of what he felt with Lizzie. Gripping his shaft, Fred’s eyes rolled back and he moaned from the pleasurous jolt that already had him on edge.
Head thrown back, eyes closed, Lizzie moaned again as the vision tasted her skin, his warm breath caressing her body. Her need was like a caged animal and it wanted out. She shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed over her, so intense, that her body responded, growing wet in readiness. Opening her eyes, she looked into the vision’s blue ones and her breath caught.
His eyes had changed, darkened and showing a thin ring of blue around his pupils that mirrored her own desire.
“Your eyes,” she murmured. “They’re so intense.” Another wave of pleasure overtook her, nearly bringing her to her knees. “I need you. Now.” She grabbed the top of his pants, pulling him closer and unbuttoning them, desperate to feel his desire in her grasp. She slipped her hands in and closed them around his hardness. Lizzie gasped in relief, squeezing and stroking him.
From the shadows, Fred moaned. He felt her, her hands around him like a tantalizing phantom, and his eyes opened, darkened just as in her dream. His last shred of sanity snapped from somehow feeling everything he watched Lizzie doing to his dream self. Each stroke made him shudder and he squeezed himself harder. “How’s this happening?” he cried, moaning after another blissful caress. “Bloody hell don’t stop…”
Lizzie grinned, savoring how the vision groaned at her touch and she stroked him again. “Touch me. I want you to feel me as I’m feeling you.”
“I thought you’d never ask!” Fred and the vision said together.
Smirking, Fred connected his magic with Lizzie’s center, swirling it around her entrance and teasing into her core. His eyes fluttered and he released a long moan, instantly needing more. “I’m always here to help, Snotface.” He growled as the vision copied everything he now said, spurring Fred’s animalistic nature even further. Closing his eyes, Fred willed the vision to lift Lizzie’s skirt and slip his fingers beneath her pantyline for him.
The vision did as asked, and Lizzie was rewarded with a sweet, agonizing sensation that made her ache. Her gasp turned into a moan as the vision growled and lifted her skirt, slowly teasing her with his fingertips. She thrusted her hips forward, desperate for more of his touch. Lizzie stroked his cock again and rubbed her aching center against his fingers. “I’m so close, Fred. Are you close?”
“Yes!” Fred winced, agonized that he couldn’t feel Lizzie on his fingers for real, but he was too overcome to move. He wanted all of her, he wanted to make her feel what no one had. His body trembled, his breath turned to gasps, and he madly pumped himself into his hand. The vision mimicked him, thrusting into Lizzie’s grasp and making Fred’s cock throb with jealous need. “Please,” he cried to her, the tension in his groin begging for release. “I need you… with me… Together… Will you cum with me?”
Lizzie shivered, breathing harder, the tension building within her as they teased and tortured each other. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, giving him a teasing smile. “I’ll race you.” She stroked him faster.
Fred’s playful smirk flashed at her remark, the vision following him in sync.
“Catch me if you can,” they answered.
Fred’s magic caressed Lizzie’s body, filling her with the insatiable lust that he held for her. He needed to see the look of pleasure on her face when she came for him, to feel what he’d made her feel. The anticipation left him manic with desire as he listened to Lizzie’s unbridled cries.
“Yes! Just like that! Don’t stop!” She panted, the tension in her core feeling like it would snap at any moment. Each sensation overwhelmed her, but she reveled in all of them. It was pure pleasure and she didn’t want it to stop. He slipped two fingers inside her folds and she felt herself tighten around him. “Fred!” She moaned, shuddering as he teased her sensitive flesh. “Please…”
Greedily he pulled at her lust, wanting to take every bit into himself until she was a part of him. His cock pulsed in his grasp, his breath desperate and loud. “I’m so-” He shuddered, moaning as he neared the edge. “Liz- Oh, Lizzie- You’re gonna make me cum!”
Fred crashed forward, bracing himself with one hand as his orgasm surged through him. Body arched, he shuddered, thrusting into his hand with voracious need and spilling onto the floor. He moaned, but it strangled in his throat, dying out in a labored breath.
As the vision moaned and came in her hands, Lizzie thrusted her hips and came, crying out as the orgasm made her body shudder, leaving her awash in euphoria. Her desire, still present and unsated, swelled and she pumped his hard cock while he worked her center with his fingers. She gasped, wishing he was inside her, hard and ready to take her. Panting, they teased each other into a fervor, erupting into another climax together.
Their shared orgasm sent tremors through Fred’s body and he gasped, feeling her craving to have him inside her. “Oh fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. Imagining what Lizzie might feel like made him shudder in anticipation, a shiver pulsing through his cock. His body shook with need. “Oh yes…” he murmured. His right arm gave out and he rolled onto his back, arching as he thrusted into his hand. Pumping his cock, he closed his eyes, seeing Lizzie’s face in his mind. He imagined again what it would be like to be inside her and came, digging his heels against the ground. His warm seed dripping down his shaft fueled the fantasy and he growled.
The vision growled in Lizzie’s ear, making her moan. He teased her sensitive flesh and she cried out, her juices flowing onto his hand. She moved her hips in quick rhythm to take his fingers deeper, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. “Don’t stop, Fred,” she managed to say between breaths.
Lizzie’s desires consumed Fred, bringing him to an ecstasy he had never known existed. His clothes rippled with a green glow of energy that bled to black, consuming the color between every wave of lust. Bucking his hips, Fred let out several short, loud cries of pleasure.
“Oh god!” Lizzie gave one last thrust of her hips and ground herself against the vision as her orgasm kept pulsing through her center. “You have magic fingers.” Letting out a shaky breath, she moaned again as the last of her climax shuddered through her. “That was amazing,” she said, breathless. Her body now lax with pleasure, she smiled at him.
“Oh, Fred, you’re- That was-” She sighed. “I’ve never had that many- Ya know.” She blushed. “I think I need to feel that again.”
“I… Fuck, Snotface, me too!” said Fred from the shadows. Panting, he watched Lizzie, astounded by what they’d shared and memorized every sound, every detail about this moment. He never dreamed it could be like this between them, that she could need him this much. Chills ran over his skin. He still felt her essence inside him, their connection stronger than ever, and he loved every drop. “Although, I think I’d like to feel you a bit more up close next time…” he added, his dream self parroting everything he said, and mimicking his playful grin. “Still got this virgin thing, you know.”
“If being up close is half as good as that was, I say why wait?” She smiled up into his eyes, gently stroking him again. “You’re still ready to go. That’s pretty impressive.”
Sensing Lizzie’s stroke along his shaft, Fred jerked, looking down at his still hard cock. However, his smile vanished and he fell from his high at what he noticed.
Half of his jacket had changed to black.
“Oh shit…”
The vision moaned into Lizzie’s open mouth, his hands sweeping along her back and pressing her to him. She gently biting his lip, caressing his tongue, tasting and devouring him as much as he devoured her. Her hands slid out of his pants, moving around him and grabbing his ass. She groaned aloud, breathless as he continued to kiss her.
“Oh god, Fred,” she breathed into his mouth. She tilted her head back, allowing him access to her neck. The vision complied, kissing her jaw, her neck, and working his way down. She held onto his waist, using him to support her weight. “Don’t stop.”
Fred’s attention snapped back to Lizzie and his breath seized. “Oh no, what’ve I done?” he whispered, yanking his hand away from his cock like he’d been bitten. Fred again noticed his blackened jacket and his heart pounded. “Fuck, what’ve I done?!” he cried, guilt sinking into his gut. I broke my promise and now something’s wrong with my suit. Dread consumed him and a terrible thought entered his mind.
Lifting his hand, Fred ignited his magic in his palm. His eyes widened. “Fucksake...” Black smoke tinged the normal, green glow of his powers just as he’d feared.
“Touch me,” Lizzie moaned, eyes closed.
Fred’s fears and regret faded as his need for her reignited under her command. She was the most tempting, most beautiful woman he’d ever encountered and it tortured him that he wasn’t making love to her, tasting all of her. He hated himself for it, especially after what he’d done. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, Snotface.” His voice broke.
Before him, his dream self nibbled at Lizzie’s neck, sucking and licking her skin and the real Fred couldn’t stop his powers from taking another hit off her desires. From the corner of his eye he watched the color drain from his right pant leg, turning it black. His jaw dropped, panic rising inside him. He had to stop this before it was too late, but another moan from Lizzie forced his sights back on the dream.
“I want you. I need you inside me,” said Lizzie, her body slack as his figment slid his hands up her shirt, caressing her breasts.
Several of the stripes on Fred’s trousers went black and he writhed, clutching his head. His breathing turned erratic and it took everything he had not to fully invade the dream, not to take over and have his hands on Lizzie’s body instead. He wanted to fully make her his, just like she asked, he craved her to the point of madness, and he bit his lip to push down the groan that tried to claw its way out of him.
Opening her eyes, Lizzie straightened in the vision’s arms and moved her hands to his jacket. Looking in his eyes, she undid the buttons, smiling as she ran her hands up his chest. “When did you get a new suit?”
Jumping, Fred looked down, watching Lizzie peel open the front of his jacket. “When did I get here?” he asked, gasping as he realized his hand now squeezed her breast in place of his dream self. He’d taken over the dream.
“Oh no. I’ve gotta go. Now.” He pushed her back, panic flooding him. “I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry! I love you! I-” He couldn’t finish his sentence, feeling himself break and give into his nature.
Gathering his last shred of willpower, Fred magicked himself from the dream, putting enough distance between him and Lizzie to sever the connection before he did something they would later regret.
Gasping, Lizzie woke, eyes looking around her darkened room. “I- What the hell?” She sat up, patting herself down. “What the fuck was that?”
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