Anke nodded and walked to the kitchen to turn the coffeepot on. As she flipped the switch, Cain's voice invaded her mind.
I miss you, my love. I miss you so much.
And I miss you, my darling. Gordon is a good man and I'm very fond of him, but he can't replace you.
I don't blame you for finding comfort in his arms. Anke, I need your help. I need you to...
As usual, the communication broke off before he could complete the sentence. Her heart beating a staccato rhythm, she walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on. His sweet voice had awoken her love for him from its induced slumber, her need for him, but it had also opened the festering wound in her heart. Gordon had managed to patch that wound a little, but each time Cain spoke to her from the plains of eternity, the patch tore and her soul bled afresh.
The shower helped to soothe her, but once again, his cry for help echoed in her mind. Why could he never complete the communication? What was it that he needed help with? How could she help him now? After all, she was still in her physical body while he resided in the spirit world. He probably means the research for a cure, she decided. The soothing jets of water washed away the scalding tears she still shed for him regularly. She closed her eyes and imagined him in the shower with her, his arms circling her, his cock pressing hard against her backside.
It felt real, so very real. Leaning into the embrace, she rubbed her bottom against his hard length. "Oh, Cain..." she whispered.
Was it possible? Could he reach her from the spirit world and actually make her feel as if they were making love? When his hands pushed her down and he plunged into her, she came almost right away. "Cain ... again! Oh, darling, fuck me more!"
Bracing herself against the wall, she pushed her hips back at him hard. His taut balls slapped against her pussy, causing the fire within to build even more--a fire that had needed extinguishing ever since she'd learned of his death. "Yes, baby, yes! More!" she shouted.
She felt his violent shudder. In return, her final orgasm built to its peak. Something pushed against her anal channel, his second cock. Strange, could he still shift to Sasquatch form even though he was a spirit? Just as she released and felt his come shoot into her, she let out a long breath and opened her eyes. She saw two Sasquatch feet between her own--blond Sasquatch feet.
Shocked, she pulled away and jumped up. "Gordon ... I thought ... I..."
"You thought I was Cain. Do you really think ghosts can fuck you like that?"
"Why didn't you say something? That's not fair."
"I thought it might help you if I let you live your fantasy. I'm sorry."