DanFS
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Noah saw her nod, and knew his command had at least partially, taken effect.
He could see doubt in her eyes, the thought of how someone long dead could return to this plane of existence and influence it, her and others, if they chose to interfere in her life.
"Noah ... I ... I want us to look after each other ... "
Good, very good. She was acting rationally. She could see the advantage of Quid Pro Quo, even if he was a spectre, of sorts.
"I'm sorry for what you've been through ... but ... "
Noah decided he needed to reassure her, of his intentions.
“That was in the past, Bethany, and this is now. I am here with you, and you have told me you hold no link to your Grandmother who sentenced me to this existence.”
Bethany was still wrapped in her robe, so he decided a demonstration of his ability to interact with his surroundings was in order.
He focussed on the edge of the cord wrapped around her waist, and gently tugged it free. She wasn’t expecting it to release all by itself, so she was slow to grasp the trailing end, which slipped free and for a moment bared her
naked flesh beneath.
“Come here, Bethany. Leave the robe there, you don’t need it and look much better without it. You are a beautiful woman.”
He meant it.
Those words were not just said for her benefit. It was a fact. She was beautiful. More so than the bitch of her Grandmother had ever been.
He could feel her resolve waver, and concentrated his will on the tendrils of inhibition he could see when he looked inside her head. He unravelled them, and then said again -
“Come here, Bethany.”
He held his hand out to her, and beckoned her to his bed, patting the covers at his feet, with the other.
Her breasts moved slightly as she breathed….and he waited.
Oh, how he wanted her….but as many have said: ‘Good things come to those who wait.’ And he had waited for so long!
As the robe pooled at her feet, Noah concentrated on the buttons of her nightshirt, and started undoing them, with a set of fingers only he could see...
He could see doubt in her eyes, the thought of how someone long dead could return to this plane of existence and influence it, her and others, if they chose to interfere in her life.
"Noah ... I ... I want us to look after each other ... "
Good, very good. She was acting rationally. She could see the advantage of Quid Pro Quo, even if he was a spectre, of sorts.
"I'm sorry for what you've been through ... but ... "
Noah decided he needed to reassure her, of his intentions.
“That was in the past, Bethany, and this is now. I am here with you, and you have told me you hold no link to your Grandmother who sentenced me to this existence.”
Bethany was still wrapped in her robe, so he decided a demonstration of his ability to interact with his surroundings was in order.
He focussed on the edge of the cord wrapped around her waist, and gently tugged it free. She wasn’t expecting it to release all by itself, so she was slow to grasp the trailing end, which slipped free and for a moment bared her
naked flesh beneath.
“Come here, Bethany. Leave the robe there, you don’t need it and look much better without it. You are a beautiful woman.”
He meant it.
Those words were not just said for her benefit. It was a fact. She was beautiful. More so than the bitch of her Grandmother had ever been.
He could feel her resolve waver, and concentrated his will on the tendrils of inhibition he could see when he looked inside her head. He unravelled them, and then said again -
“Come here, Bethany.”
He held his hand out to her, and beckoned her to his bed, patting the covers at his feet, with the other.
Her breasts moved slightly as she breathed….and he waited.
Oh, how he wanted her….but as many have said: ‘Good things come to those who wait.’ And he had waited for so long!
As the robe pooled at her feet, Noah concentrated on the buttons of her nightshirt, and started undoing them, with a set of fingers only he could see...
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