Before Vic could think through the implications, he shot his load. His hands clenched the bed sheets as a powerful orgasm ripped through him. The moment his semen rushed out, the other him vanished with a poof! Vic’s juices splattered between his legs. He definitely had to change the sheets.
But what the hell had that been? Or rather, who?
Vic touched his now-wilting member—it was coated with saliva, and he could still feel the ghost of a finger wedged deep in his ass. But he was alone in the bed; even Sadie seemed to have disappeared, which was unusual. Normally she would sense when he was waking and bother him for food until he climbed out of bed. He felt sated, his libido waning, and the wetness on his sheets couldn’t be denied. He had gotten off, that much was obvious. But had he rea
