>>3678576(cont)
The next morning, she told me she'd been violated by a spirit. I did my usual routine of pretending to believe her, then headed out. Met up with a friend in the pharmaceutical industry, and managed to convince him to part with a few months worth of birth control pills. I started to slip them into her food once a day, and then, when the "spirits" visited her at night, she wouldn't get pregnant. After a while, she asked me to share her bed with her, and, I shit you not, asked me to spoon with her, because she felt it would stop them from penetrating her. The first night, my crotch pressed into her ass, I got a raging boner, and startled her. The next major unbelievable part comes here. She felt that a handjob didn't, in any way, constitute performing a sexual act, so she rolled over long enough to rub one out of my cock, and she had this amazingly sexy giggle when I came, and I heard her licking me off her fingers.
So, a couple weeks passed, and I figured I'd wait a while to continue the "spirits" visiting, even after being allowed back to where I usually slept. One day, I took the day off, and brought her into the hospital, because she suddenly got really sick. Turned out she had a bad case of cancer. I was upset, because, naturally, I loved her a lot. I didn't yet feel bad about the whole "rape" thing. Every day I would go straight there after work, and stay until she fell asleep, then just kiss her cheek, and leave. It's funny, until the cancer, she had still looked so young, not a day over 20. Then, about a month after it started, I got a call at work, and when I showed up, she was on her way out. I sat down, holding her hand tight, and she asked me to lean in for the last unbelievable bit. She whispered in my ear "[Anon], I know you made love to me all those times.", then she just flopped her head down, looking in my general direction with that sad smile of hers, and went into the eternal sleep.
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