Say Uncle - A Danny Phantom-verse Fic

Things became normal for weeks after that day for Roz. She had no more bad dreams, or any dreams that she could remember for that matter, and there were no more visits from ghosts. Vlad was always willing to include her in his plans for the day, whether it be going out or staying in. Roz came to find that Vlad was one of the best friends she ever had.

The housemaid Isabelle and cook Bill also took to her stay. They were happy to see some different company, though curious to the reason for it. Roz came to an agreement with them that she would take over for them now and again, making her feel like less of an intrusion.

Maddie called every day. She still wanted Roz to come home, but she would not give. Roz agreed to come home for a while during the holidays and her birthday.

Vlad seemed different to her, almost happier. Not that Vlad didn’t act happy when Roz was around.

She lay in bed one night thinking about him. It was still so surreal for her that she not only knew this outrageously rich and successful man, but was close to him. She smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep.

“Roslynne.”

She felt a draft on her neck and shifted in her sleep.

She heard her name being breathed again as lips brushed against her neck. An instant grin spread across her face as she felt fangs rub against her skin. An arm wrapped around her as the ghost got into bed with her.

Roz turned over, letting the lips of the ghost meet with hers. The ghost put its hands on either side of her head, trapping her. It kissed her roughly, scratching her tongue several times. Roz gasped as a freezing bare hand slid under her shirt. It was followed by a sigh as the ghost quickly brought her nipples to hardness with gentle stokes.

“I told you running from me wasn’t necessary,” it told her between kisses.

“But none of this is real,” Roz breathed.

“Is that so?” the ghost asked.

It moved quickly as it pulled her shirt over her head. Roz threw her head back with a sigh as the ghost took one of her nipples into its mouth. It gently teased her with its tongue before taking more of her into its mouth. It sucked eagerly and almost painfully at her. Roz jumped slightly as it bit her.

The ghost ran its mouth down her torso, catching and pulling on her pants with its fangs. It looked up at her.

“Is this still a dream?” it asked.

“It has to be,” Roz answered breathlessly.

The ghost sat back on its heels. Roz then noticed it was naked and scanned over its toned body. It was hard to do in the dark, but she could see from its faint glow.

It watched Roz as she watched it slowly pull her pants down. The ghost pulled them all the way over her feet before throwing them to the floor. It kept its red eyes on her as it bent its face down in between her legs. Roz’s eyes closed and back arched as the ghost hungrily kissed her, running its tongue between the folds.

It did this for several minutes, all the while watching her reactions. It bit her a few times which earned it some sighs and gasps. The ghost finally slid its tongue up to her most sensitive area and feverishly worked it. It had to adjust its angle as Roz’s hips rose and fell from the bed.

She grabbed at the bed and called out when she neared her climax. The ghost smiled and stopped.

“Don’t,” Roz breathed.

“Ask me to finish,” the ghost told her. “Prove whether or not this is indeed a dream, for most people do not have control over them.”

Roz stared at the ghost. She felt her heart pounding and legs quivering. No, this wasn’t a dream. This was very real.

“Oh my god,” she breathed with wide eyes.

The ghost held her at the waist as she started to move. “Why stop now? We both know you’re enjoying this.”

The ghost moved back towards her face. She felt its erection press between her legs. “All you have to do it ask,” it told her.

“Please finish,” she almost begged. Roz jumped as the ghost started to press its penis against her. “N-no,” she stammered, “Not yet.”

“Not yet?” the ghost asked with a smile as it stopped. “Is that an invitation to return?”

Roz couldn’t think straight. All she knew was that pressure was building inside her as she kept hanging on to her nearing orgasm. “Please, just finish.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” the ghost purred.

It returned its tongue to her. Roz instantly rose her hips. The ghost then slipped two fingers into her. Her wetness made it easy for it to work its fingers in and out of her, imitating the speed and rhythm of what it really wished to do to her. This brought Roz to finish quickly.

Her cries of pleasure proved to be too much for the ghost, as it used it’s free hand to rub itself to a silent orgasm. The ghost bit at her with a growl as the final rise of her hips made him lose the connection with her. She continued to scream as the ghost kept running its fingers in and out of her.

It sat back and stared at her as she tried to calm down.

“My name is Plasmius,” it told her. “Remember that for next time.”

Roz watched him, stunned.

Plasmius kissed her lips slowly, letting Roz taste herself. As he started to move away from her, Roz gently ran her hand along his calming penis. Their eyes locked as Roz felt the drying remains of his semen.

“Why did you do this for me and not ask for anything in return?”

Plasmius raised an eyebrow at her. “I would thoroughly enjoy you returning the favor.” He let himself start to get hard again.

“No,” Roz said as she jerked away her hand. “I was just curious. I’m curious about a lot of things.”

“I’m sure your head is brimming with all sorts of questions,” Plasmius laughed. “None that I’m willing to answer just yet.”

And with that, he left with a pop.