Deals at Dus

The creatures Lazaro had taken to calling vampires didn't like to leave loose ends. This one had gotten sloppy for a reason but would still want to take care of his most likely foil to protect itself.

When it came to the esoteric arts, Lazaro was more of a performer than an investigator but he could be a spy if the job called for it. He had learned to be *many* things if necessary.

Trailing Officer Joe Barnes wasn't easy but the creature he was hunting only operated between dusk and dawn and there were only so many times the detective would be out alone at these times.

Lazaro wore a casual plaid suit to look less threatening. If an overeager citizen stared too long at the "suspicious black individual", Lazaro lit one of the Cognizance matches, but he was running low and the last thing he needed was to get the police called on him while he stalked one of theirs.

Though it wasn't like he had to stay close by to Barnes to trail him.

The black hunk checked his compass. An ornate thing with a fracture running through the glass and a lack of marks on the display. A strand of Barnes' gray hair was tied into the loop on top.

The needle stopped moving. Barnes had walked off the main road, undoubtedly to investigate the melancholic sound of a recorder, and had come to a halt out of sight.

Lazaro went the other way to meet his target from behind.

Five minutes later, he arrived in a narrow alley with raw brick walls rising to either side, shielded from the main road by a chain-link fence hanged with adverts. There he saw the detective standing fully nude with legs far apart and a cloaked men kneeling before him bobbing lightly.

The officer's expression was one of uncontrolled bliss.

With the vampire still unaware of his presence, Lazaro decided to wait. Having the officer mindwiped was just as useful to him as to the creature of the night.

Only ten minutes later, the succubus had fed and moved on to play with his willing victim. He used the officer's own handcuffs to tie Barnes' wrists behind his back. The policeman was still achingly erect.

After a bit of inaudible begging, the cloaked men stood behind the officer and brushed his coat aside. One thrust and he was in.

Joe Barnes' eyes crossed and he bit his lower lip. His whole body trembled as he kept steady by flexing every muscle he had.

In case of a fight, Lazaro discarded the inconvenient suit and stepped into the cone of the alley's only streetlight in only a tight tee and gym shorts.

He was instantly noticed by the being that lived off of desires and yearnings.

The eastern European man in dark clothes, skin pale as the moon, closed his mouth to cover his fangs. Then he recognized the investigator.

"Vagabond!"

For a moment, the hunk was speechless. He was well known in some circles but to be recognized on sight... "You know me?"

"P-please," Barnes begged. "Please suck my dick. I'll do anything. Can I suck yours? You want money, right? My code for the ATM-"

"Shut up," the vampire said, slowly thrusting into the officer. He narrowed his eyes at the muscled man in the light. "Your reputation precedes you, eternal one. I heard you were in the area. Didn't think you would take interest in a simple roamer like me."

Lazaro spread his arms to show he carried no weapons -- at least none a succubus could detect. "You got so sloppy it wouldn't have taken too long for someone to notice. Before you say or do anything, I'm *only* here for your recorder."

The vampire frowned.

"I know, I know," Lazaro said. "It made luring victims easier than ever, but I'm sure your natural charisma is still as up to the task as ever."

"F-fuck," Joe Barnes said, now looking up and meeting Lazaro's eyes for the first time. "Oh shit, wow, this is... real. This..." He twisted to look at the vampire fucking him. "It's all real. I'm gonna get those convictions overturned and... Y-you're under arrest. Stop right n-"

The vampire covered Barnes' mouth with one hand and reached around with the other to graze the officer's pulsing erection.

The detective groaned with eyes rolled into his head. He was back to begging for more.

"See?" Lazaro asked. "For a second there you even lost control. You're getting way too greedy. Playtime is over."

"Or what," the vampire said, breathing hard between thrusts.

"I think you know 'what'. Covens don't like roamers camping in their territory. The North Pacific one is no exception."

The creature of the night deflated, no longer humping, which made Barnes whimper with unfulfilled lust.

The vampire reached into his cloak and Lazaro tensed, but the pale man only produced a wooden recorder and tossed it at the investigator.

"I wasn't trying to camp, you know? The instrument wanted me to be here."

Lazaro held it up to the light, making sure it was the real one as best as his limited knowledge let him.

"Where did you get it?"

The vampire shrugged one shoulder, the other hand now pulling a riding crop from the cloak to swing down on the groaning policeman's back. "Can't say."

"How can it *want* you here? How did you even know what to play?"

"It came to me in a dream."

"Hm," Lazaro made and tugged the instrument into his shorts.

"And now?" the vampire asked.

"Nothing," Lazaro said. "I was paid to retrieve the artefact. We two have no more business." He looked at the lust-crazed Joe Barnes. "But make it tidy. This has to be the city's last public nudity incident for a long while."

The vampire raised two fingers in a promise gesture. "He won't remember a thing. This I swear, lone wanderer. Except of course, how good it felt."

The creature bared its fangs in a grin and Lazaro turned his back to the fucking couple. He walked with a steady but fast pace into the darkness of barely illuminated side streets -- before he could be tempted to ask the vampire if he was still hungry. Lazaro's dick strained in his pants as he hurried back into his suit.

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Somebody had looked out for him in his financial predicament and offered a free room just an hour from the city. Now Leo didn't have to ask his dad for more money despite the hefty fine and could sort out the ridiculous misunderstanding in peace.

He didn't know who his benefactor was but he gladly took the white room at Raven's - a symphony of bright damask tapestry, creamy curtains and light marble accents. All with a complimentary massage from that crazy hot Jasper bloke.

Wait what?

Leo Hall shook his head. He hadn't just called a guy hot in his mind, right?

The young business associate drove his fingers through his blond fringe. His dire financial situation had prevented serious 'Retail Therapy' but he had allowed himself a refreshed bowl cut.

Now his thin fingers danced across his laptop keyboard to keep up with company reports. The off-white bathrobe covered his tired body, muscles pleasantly sore from a gym visit where he had seen an incredibly buff black guy working out shirtless like he was haunted by demons that only exercise could exorcise.

That guy had been crazy hot, actually. Okay, he was perhaps a little bit into men, but he had a girl at home. Just because some lads were fit didn't mean...

Leo's hand came to rest on his crotch. Yeah, he was done for the day. Time to jerk off.

As he moved to call up a non-work-related site, he noticed reflection on the screen. With a suddenly racing heart, the boy whipped around.

Nobody. Just some weirdly face-like glare, probably.

Puzzled, Leo took a deep breath and patted his thickening dick under the fabric. His nerves were acting up with that whole sex offender thing he was currently stuck on.

A hand grabbed his face, causing him to scream in panic. The hand pressed down on his mouth enough to muffle his cries. The boy clawed at his face but there was nothing to get a hold off. He reached air while the pressure stayed on.

Other hands pulled him farther into the bedroom by the arms. His small biceps were strained as the bathrobe slid off him, revealing a lithe body and a tented, white brief.

Unseen hands roamed his body, eventually settling along his legs. He was lifted into the air.

With arms uselessly flailing, Leo hovered for a moment before getting pressed roughly into the wall. His chest smacked into white wood paneling and only the hand on his mouth saved his face from crashing into the surface.

Hands tugged at his briefs. The tip of his dick slipped out. A ghost tongue licked over it, making Leo shiver and convulse.

The hand on his mouth let up but before he could even inhale to scream for help, invisible fingers invaded his throat.

Gagging, Leo struggled in the iron grip of phantom hands on his legs, thigh and shoulders. He got pulled a few inches away from the wall and slammed back into it. Each time, his briefs were pulled with a tug until they dropped to his knees.

The fingers in his mouth finally retreated but a new one -- or the same? -- landed in his hair and pulled his head back until he was looking at the ceiling.

Something thick and pulsing entered his throat, sliding effortlessly down his esophagus while he choked and wretched like never before.

Fingers entered his hole. Of course, why not at this point. Wait, no finger was that thick.

Leo strained his muscles to clench. Did phantoms use lube? Was he getting ghost raped *dry*?

There was no way to delay the inevitable with the pressure at his sphincter. The entry didn't hurt as much as expected. It was simply the weirdest sensation Leo had ever felt and the pressure was unpleasant but frankly having to suck relentlessly humping dick from above made the anal invasion pale in comparison.

The boy's own dick was still pointing down while erect and got rubbed against the wall with every anal thrust. Animalist lust battled against the mind breaking magnitude of this incomprehensible humiliation.

His laptop screen darkened but didn't go out. Through tears streaming down the sides of his upturned face Leo saw the charging chord slide off the table, hovering.

A hand grabbed his rock hard dick and pulled it down. This forced the boy to push his ass out, which in no way stopped the assfucking ghost dick that could apparently accommodate any angle instantly.

Now Leo's own dick was pointing mostly forward, the head rubbing on the wall in unsteady bobs, lubed only by the occasional drop of precum. Leo twerked lightly in the rhythm of his assfucking to achieve more consisted stimulation.

The cable twisted into a whip and moved out of Leo's visual range. Gasping for air during face-humps, the lithe blond felt the burn in his ass rising. Even ghosts had some amount of friction.

The cable-whip came down on Leo's back. Where the marks from his strange, nightly attacker had just faded, the phantom drew new ones. Leo yelped into the blowjob, making him gag even more as it ruined any rhythm he had going. The choking made him tear up so much he couldn't even tell if he was crying from humiliation and pain or just throatfucking alone.

The dick in his mouth seemed to grow, pulsing, almost vibrating.

Leo's gaping mouth was pumped full and he arched his back in a futile attempt to make either dick slip out. The taste was disgusting but probably not inhuman. How could anyone stand sucking dick?

The dick was deep enough down his throat to force Leo to swallow the jizz but the loads were so stupidly large that no amount of swallowing could catch it all.

His upward-pointing mouth filled with ghost cream and any hope of breathing was dashed, leaving the boy to tremble in cold horror.

He felt cum running from his lips and down the sides of his face, onto his neck. With one final extra deep throat-hump, the dick pulled away, letting Leo convulse freely in desperate, gargling wretches.

More cum rained on him, dizzling into his hair and down his back.

Spewing the load in his mouth forward onto the wall, Leo got to see it -- or not. The ghost cum was totally invisible.

Now free to turn his head, Leo laid his forehead onto the wall he was pressed against. He could feel the ghost cum running down on him, but he looked perfectly dry aside from his own spittle.

Just as the boy had found his breath again, an unseen dick place itself in his mouth again, pushing along his tongue with inevitability. Leo's own, wall-rubbing dick was keeping him horny enough that he didn't fight the second oral intrusion until the ghost pushed his head back and fucked form above again, but more brutal than last time. Leo could have sworn ghost balls were smacking into his face.

The anal dick unloaded next, adding even more pressure to the boy's guts. The size of the load filling him up grew unbearable and Leo struggled with renewed urgency, feeling his guts nearing some terrible threshold.

The cable continued slashing down on his back, rotating to whip him from every angle along the back, glutes, hamstrings and calves. The burn of irregular whipping kept Leo flexing in jolts.

Before even having finished, the ghost dick pulled out, making Leo shiver as his ass experienced its final friction-slide.

Cum burst from his hole down his inner thighs like water from a hydrant, presumably invisible. Leo's inner legs got caked down to his feet as his ass sprayed a puddle onto the floor.

The second oral penetrator creamed and Leo started frantically swallowing. It slid out after only one massive shot, splashing every subsequent, invisible rope into the boy's face.

A new dick entered his ass, just after the cable had whipped his sore hole, and fucked deeper than the last, exploring Leo's guts like he hadn't known possible.

Leo coughed and pressed his head against the cool wall, covered with phantom slime that ran down and served as lubricant for his own dick. He humped the wall, using the ghost cum to fuck the surface.

He was now free to call for help, although he wasn't sure how anyone would aid him or even comprehend the event. But his own orgasm was nearing and he lightly twerked to the cable hits going up and down his backside.

The second anal invader shot its superhuman load and let it squirt from Leo's tortured hole uncontrollably while the cable's random hits made it impossible to clench consistently.

With a high whine, almost a squeal, Leo approached orgasm. The hands rammed him into the wall with force and his dick pointed sideways as his front met the paneling.

Leo shot his own cream, purely from the pressure between his hip and the wall, making it spray sideways onto his thigh and tainting the wall.

As he trembled with orgasm, the hands flung him backward onto his bed, the drops of his final shot flying in an arc as a comet tail.

His landing on the white sheets made the frame creak.

He had to call for help, he had to report this event, somehow. His phone, his computer, the reception desk...

Sleep overtook him.

He'd awaken insanely horny but without memory of the visitor, stuck to the sheets with excessive amounts of dry cum. A look in the mirror would leave him annoyed that the marks left by the attacker days ago were still so clearly visible.