What Entered the Party That Night Wasn't Human

Mara wore Bruno’s body the way one wears a stolen suit: comfortable on the outside, restless within. The skinny, quiet boy he had been that morning no longer entirely existed; his flesh, his name, and little else remained. The essence Mara had torn from him hours earlier still tingled beneath his skin, a hot current keeping his cock hard and alert against the fly, as though desire were now his only way to breathe.

Beside him, invisible to everyone, floated the real Bruno. He was a pale, translucent specter, a shadow of himself condemned to follow his own body like a dog behind its owner. He had no mouth with which to scream, nor solid hands with which to reclaim what was his. He could only watch, and watching hurt.

The party roared in an apartment in central Valencia, music spilling from the windows and the air thick with alcohol, perfume, and sweat. Mara pushed the door open without anyone having invited him. He entered with his chin held high, sweeping those borrowed eyes over the roomful of drunken university students until he found what he was looking for.

Daniela.

The blonde was dancing in the middle of the living room, wearing a white corset that barely contained a pair of firm tits and a hip movement that dragged every gaze toward her. Her wavy hair fell to her waist and swayed with every turn. Mara smiled. That body is going to fit me beautifully.

“Hi,” he said, planting himself in front of her with Bruno’s voice tinged by something husky that wasn’t his—“Have you missed me?”

Daniela blinked, laughing when she recognized him.

“Bruno? The quiet guy from class. Fuck, what have you done to yourself? You’re… different.”

“Different enough that I won’t let go of your pussy all night,” Mara replied, moving closer until his breath brushed her neck. “I’ve spent the whole semester thinking about fucking you.”

***

Daniela blushed, but she didn’t pull away. The alcohol and the surprise had rooted her to the spot, and there was something about that new gaze that unsettled and aroused her in equal measure. Mara brushed one hand over her waist, slowly, gauging how much she would allow, and lowered his fingers to the cleft of her ass.

“Since when are you so forward?” she murmured, biting her lip.

“Since I stopped being afraid.”

He led her toward a shadowy corner, where the music drowned out their words. Daniela’s back struck the wall and Mara kissed her: slow at first, almost tender, then growing ravenous until it left her breathless. Mara’s tongue forced her mouth open, tangled with hers, and the boy’s hand rose to squeeze one of her tits through the corset until the nipple hardened beneath the fabric. When he pulled away, the girl’s blue eyes gleamed hazily and a thread of saliva hung from her lip.

“This is crazy,” she gasped.

“The best things always are. Touch me,” Mara told her, taking her wrist and guiding it to the bulge in his pants. “Look what you do to me.”

Daniela squeezed through the fabric and let out a short moan when she felt the thickness. She closed her fingers, gauged the size, and licked her lips without realizing it.

Floating a yard away, Bruno’s specter clenched his ghostly fists. He watched his own face kiss the woman he had silently desired for months, and he could do nothing but feel the hollow echo of a pleasure that no longer belonged to him. That was my dream, he thought. And she’s stealing it with my own mouth and my own cock.

***

Mara dragged her into the bathroom and shut the door with his foot. The bolt sounded like a sentence. Daniela laughed nervously as she leaned against the sink.

“Here? There are people waiting to piss.”

“Let them wait.”

He kissed her again, one hand traveling up her thigh, slipping beneath the short skirt until it found the soaked fabric of her panties. Daniela held her breath. Mara’s fingers pressed over the cotton, tracing slow circles across the swollen pussy, and the girl clung to the edge of the sink with white knuckles.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Mara murmured, moving the fabric aside and sinking his middle fingertip between the swollen lips. “You’re dripping.”

“Shut up…”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“No. Don’t you dare.”

He sank his fingers into her, first one, then two, with a firm rhythm that drew a long moan from Daniela. His thumb found her clitoris and began circling it while his fingers slid in and out with an obscene squelch that echoed through the bathroom. The girl bit the back of her hand to keep from screaming, her hips moving of their own accord to meet that caress, while the mirror behind her fogged with her breath.

“Look at you,” Mara said with that strange smile. “The whole party behind you, and you’re here in a shitty bathroom with two of my fingers inside your pussy.”

“Shut up and keep going, fuck…”

“First you’re going to suck me.”

Mara only half-obeyed his own command. He withdrew his fingers, glistening with her juices, ran them over Daniela’s lips so she could taste herself, and undid Bruno’s zipper with his other hand. The cock sprang free, hard, long, swollen. Daniela’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Bruno, I wasn’t expecting…”

“Nobody expects it. Get on your knees.”

The girl understood without being told twice. She dropped onto the cold tiles, gripped the shaft in her right hand, weighing it like someone measuring a prize, and stuck out her tongue. She started at the base, licking slowly upward, pausing over the thick vein, placing a wet kiss on the tip. Then she opened her mouth and took it all, or nearly all, looking up through watery eyes.

“That’s it, you slut, suck me properly,” Mara growled, tangling his fingers in her blonde hair. “All of it. Swallow it.”

Daniela relaxed her throat and sank lower, until her nose brushed his pubis and her gags brought tears to her eyes. Mara set the pace by pulling her hair, thrusting in and out with short strokes that made her saliva squelch. The sounds of the girl choking mingled with the thudding footsteps of the party on the other side of the door.

Bruno’s specter moaned soundlessly, pressed against the ceiling. This was both his fantasy and his torture: watching his body receive what he had so often imagined, feeling nothing of his own except a distant tingling that evaporated before it could take shape.

Mara tangled his fingers in the blonde hair and set the pace, holding himself back from coming just yet. He wanted her awake, hot, pleading. He needed her on the edge so the final moment would be perfect. He pulled her from his mouth with a wet pop, leaving a strand of saliva hanging from the girl’s lower lip.

“Get up,” he ordered, tugging gently. “I want more than your mouth. I want to fuck you until you forget your name.”

***

He turned her against the sink. The mirror returned the image of them both: the boy who was no longer a boy and the blonde with her skirt pushed up, panties hanging from one ankle, and breath coming in gasps. Mara kissed the nape of her neck, pulled her corset down to free her tits, and pinched one nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting it until she cried out. With his other hand he bent her forward, forcing her to stick out her ass, and spread her cheeks to look at the swollen pussy gleaming between her thighs.

“Look how obscene you are,” he whispered, guiding his cock with one hand until he set the tip against her soaked entrance.

He penetrated her with one slow thrust, sinking all the way to the balls. Daniela smothered a cry against the glass.

“God… so big… so good…”

“You haven’t felt anything yet.”

He began to move, each thrust firm and measured, keeping a rhythm that made the girl tremble from head to toe. Daniela’s tits bounced against the icy mirror, leaving trails of fog from her erect nipples; her fingers searched for something to hold and found only porcelain. The wet slap of sex filled the bathroom, obscene and slick, a carnal rhythm rising and falling with every thrust. Mara gripped her hips and sped up, his balls striking the girl’s clitoris, watching his own reflection with a calm no human would have possessed in that moment.

“Beg me for it,” he whispered. “Tell me it’s yours, that I’m yours. That this cock is yours.”

“It’s mine,” she gasped, lost. “Your cock is mine. Don’t stop, please, fuck me harder.”

Mara smiled and obeyed. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back until her spine arched, and began thrusting violently, every blunt impact making the sink tremble. Sweat ran down Bruno’s forehead and fell onto the girl’s naked back. He spat into the cleft of her ass, spread the saliva with his thumb, and sank the finger into her tight hole while continuing to fuck her pussy.

“Ah… ah, no… not there…”

“Yes, there. Take it, whore.”

Daniela stopped protesting. The double stimulation drove her wild; she began thrusting her ass back on her own, seeking the cock and finger with movements of her own, moaning through clenched teeth. The mirror fogged over completely. Her tits drew two wet circles on the glass.

Bruno’s specter floated above them, trapped between desire and horror. Every movement of his stolen body was a silent lash. He wanted to look away and couldn’t; the scene held him fast like a hook buried in his chest.

Daniela was nearing the end. Mara noticed it in the trembling of her thighs, in the way her pussy clenched around him in increasingly rapid spasms, in the way her voice broke into syllables as she drooled onto the marble. Now, the creature thought. Just when you think you’re touching heaven.

“Look at me,” he ordered, turning her face toward the mirror. “Look at me while you come on my cock.”

Bruno’s eyes—the ones Mara wore—burned for an instant with a red radiance no one could have explained. Daniela came with a muffled cry, her whole body convulsing against the sink, her pussy milking his shaft in waves as her thighs chattered. In that same second, Mara drove all the way in and spilled his hot load deep inside her pussy, jet after jet, every pulse of semen synchronized with one of the girl’s spasms… and while pleasure blinded her, something tore free from her like smoke ripped away by the wind.

Her soul.

***

Daniela’s body went still, leaning against the mirror, still breathing but hollow, like a house whose inhabitants had just moved out. A thick strand of semen began to trickle down the inside of her thigh. Beside her rose a third specter: Daniela herself, translucent and bewildered, staring at her transparent hands.

“What… what have you done to me?” she asked in a voice that made no sound.

“I freed you from having to choose,” Mara replied, withdrawing from the inert body, his cock still dripping with cum. “From now on, all you’ll have to do is watch. Like your friend Bruno.”

Bruno’s specter approached Daniela’s, and for an instant the two ghosts recognized one another in their shared damnation. They had desired different things and ended up in the same place: floating, bodiless, eternal spectators of a hunger that could never be sated.

Mara, meanwhile, closed his eyes. Bruno’s flesh began to dissolve and re-form, folding over itself like hot wax. Within seconds, the skinny boy had disappeared. In his place stood Daniela: the same wavy hair, the same firm tits, the same angelic face, the same pussy soaked with someone else’s semen. Mara looked at herself in the fogged mirror, ran one hand over her neck, slipped two fingers between her legs to taste the cum she had just emptied there herself, and smiled with lips that no longer belonged to anyone.

“I can be whoever I want,” she said softly, sucking her fingers. “And tonight, Valencia is going to meet its new queen.”

***

She returned to the party in Daniela’s body, moving like a predator. The music still thundered, bodies still brushed against one another, unaware that the girl crossing the dance floor was no longer the one who had entered. The boys stared at her open-mouthed; the girls looked at her with a mixture of envy and desire that Mara savored like a liqueur.

Three university students intercepted her beside the sofa, emboldened by alcohol.

“Daniela, fuck, you look incredible tonight,” one of them said.

“What if you proved it to me?” she replied, licking her lips. “All three of you. At once. I want a cock in every hole.”

She didn’t have to repeat herself. Mara sat between them on the sofa, undid their pants with deft fingers, and pulled out three hard cocks. She bent first over the one in the middle and took it into her mouth down to the throat, while she jerked the other two with each hand, twisting their foreskins slowly. She alternated, sucked one, licked another, spat saliva over the tips and rubbed them together, laughing hoarsely when all three moaned at once.

“Come on, don’t just stand there watching,” she told them. “Someone’s going to fuck my pussy and someone’s going to fuck my ass.”

She straddled the biggest one, guided his cock, and slowly lowered herself onto it, burying it all the way with a guttural moan. Another positioned himself behind her, spread her cheeks, spat on her tight hole, and thrust until he forced it open. Mara arched her back, feeling the two cocks separated by only a thin wall of flesh, and opened her mouth for the third, who stood in front of her and fucked her face while gripping her hair.

All three began to move, clumsy at first as they searched for a rhythm. Mara set the pace with her hips, rocking between the two cocks while sucking the third. The sofa creaked. The other guests gathered to watch, some already touching themselves through their clothes, none able to look away. The boys thought they were using her; they were the ones being used. With every moan she drew from them, with every thrust she allowed, she left them a little emptier, a little more hers.

“Come,” she whispered when she felt them nearing the edge. “Come inside me. All three of you. Now.”

The one beneath her came first, emptying himself into her pussy with short thrusts. The one in her ass lasted two seconds longer before unloading deep inside her hole. The one in her mouth grabbed the back of her neck and filled her throat with semen, forcing her to swallow every last drop. When all three collapsed around her, eyes glazed and breathing ragged, their souls tore free at once like three candles snuffed out by a single breath.

Above them all, Bruno and Daniela’s specters clung to the ceiling, watching as the creature harvested the entire room. One after another, the bodies surrounding her went still upon reaching climax, eyes glassy and crotches dripping with semen or juices, while new translucent shadows joined the silent swarm on the ceiling.

By the time the sky began to brighten over Valencia’s rooftops, the party had become a field of sleeping bodies that would never fully wake, soaked in their own cum, and a chorus of condemned specters forced to watch.

Bruno, in a voice no one could hear, whispered to the ghost floating beside him:

“I only wanted to get close to you.”

“And now,” Daniela replied, “we’re going to watch her forever.”

Downstairs, in the entryway, Mara stepped into the street wearing the blonde’s perfect body, the cool dawn air touching her face. She stretched her arms, breathed deeply, and smiled, feeling someone else’s semen still sliding down the inside of her thighs. The city woke beneath a new skin without knowing it.

And for her, the night was only just beginning.