Ghost Maitresse
Copyright© 2020 by Col. Jack Harrison
Chapter 4
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4 - This story continues the tale of Maurice Koenig and his ghostly mistress/lover, Ursula. It picks up after the events of "Aunt Lilith," which I recommend reading first to understand this story.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control BiSexual War Aliens Paranormal Ghost Magic Demons Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Incest Father Daughter Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex Pregnancy
“You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.” ― Annie Proulx
“And so it goes...” ― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” ― Albert Camus
“It was Havana. We overlooked Havana, or rather, I did,” Ursula spoke from Aimee’s lips as the three of them began their post-breakfast fuck.
“What’s likely to be next, do you think?” Maurice inquired as he alternated between Aimee/Ursula and Lilith, “we definitely need to make some kind of statement, in any case. Aimee called that one correctly. I don’t have the luxury of pretending to ignore current events and going about my own life regardless. I am the Mayor of Paris now. The most high-profile municipal executive in all of France.”
“Oh, fuck ... oh, yes, oui ... this is ... amazing!” Aimee/Ursula gasped while she felt her boss invade her depths.
It was so intense that she couldn’t think about the complete obliteration of the capital of the Russian Federation and the ensuing chaos. All that mattered to Aimee or Ursula right then, and frankly, all that mattered to Lilith at that time, was the sheer ecstasy of having Maurice pound them into next year. They both belonged to him and knew it, just as Clothilde and Monique did, just as Chantal belonged to Jean-Guy and Hadiya did to Murad. It was what Maurice hoped for in the future from others as well.
It was just that kind of passion, one which captivated those ladies and Lilith in particular enjoyed that fact. It was how things should be. Women tended to want men who were above them, precisely because they wanted to belong to such men. Feminism failed miserably precisely because it denied women’s nature. Men were the leaders and women the followers. That was why, historically, armies had camp followers, whores, etc. Soldiers naturally appealed to the ladies, being capable of aggression and violence.
Lilith reflected on the fact that she was female and thought this way, but she couldn’t see any falsehood to her thoughts. The fact was, opposing the madness of feminism didn’t mean opposing rights or freedoms or whatever for women. It just meant opposing the crazy moving goalposts of a movement that was never satisfied and essentially wanted to replace or dispose of men entirely, or else remove all differences between.
The trouble was that such differences were innate, fundamental to human nature, something instinctive or intuitive as well as perfectly rational. If she, a warrior angel who happened to be female and who used to be a mortal woman, understood this, why couldn’t others? Women could still be themselves, improve their lives, and achieve things without trying to replace, exterminate, or dominate men. Men largely hadn’t stood in their way most of the time, but had graciously pushed through the legislative and judicial reforms that they sought.