Over the next few days, shortly before we flew to the UK, Hannah became increasingly aware that something was wrong. Her dream of the two of us in bed hadn't just been a dream for a long time, but much more for her. She was content with what we were doing and yet she couldn't believe that it was really happening. I observed the situation: over the next few days, Kinsley bought the tickets. The university confirmed her stay in the UK and Hannah was also ready to pursue her degree there. Both knew that the circumstances in which they found themselves would change. However, they also knew that they would get on quite well in the UK. Apart from the culture and the different economic system, Great Britain and the United States of America are no different. Of course, the people are too, in the USA they are fatter, broader and eat a lot more. Not so in the UK, but they are more cheeky. And that's what I mean.
The days leading up to departure were long. Kinsley and Hannah visited the university and nothing special happened. Hannah's desire to rediscover the same feelings as the night with me excited her. One had already infected over a hundred people so far. Every time someone ate one of my tribe, I immediately felt more powerful. When one of the parasites was deep inside the shepherd and attached itself to his nerve cells, I shuddered. I have new hosts, the youngest a few years old, while the oldest was around ninety. I had a few mothers under my control, a few fathers and, of course, boys and girls. While I was still waiting, I passed the rest of my time by visiting my hosts and getting involved in new things.
The night before, Hannah dreamt about me. It was really unexpected that our bond had led to us meeting. I didn't actually want to, and yet here I was. I was standing opposite her in my human form. "I really thought about it for a long time," she said as she looked me in the eye, "Whether you're real or fictional." I smiled at her: "And what do you think?" There was a brief silence, she was probably surprised that I answered her. "My feelings that night were real, but you're not," she concluded, because I don't act like other men who stand around hitting on her. But she wanted to see me, I could see that in her eyes, which sparkled at me. "And yet you're here," I said. "I wanted to see you because it was really nice with you," she added. Before she came closer to me, we were standing naked opposite each other in her thoughts. "You're not afraid that someone will see us," I tried to test her boundaries. "It's all in my head," she added.
She wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what I had said to her last time. She had memorized every single word I had said to her. She could be a danger to me. "But I want to get involved with you," she kissed me on the lips. They were soft and gentle. She hugged herself to me and we fell on the floor when suddenly a bed jutted out from under us. We lay in it, the silent darkness around us, only the two of us could see and feel each other. It was as if she knew how this all worked. We kissed intensely, moving up and down. She clasped her feet around my pelvis. "I want us to do it," I said before inserting my penis into her vagina. It was a warm feeling as soon as I did so. And Hannah moaned briefly too. We moved up and down, moaning for all we were worth and no one could hear us. It was just me and her and she wanted it with me. Our bond with each other grew, much more than with anyone else. The longer I let myself get involved with her, the more I felt a certain trust between us. The longer we satisfied our needs, the more we felt attracted to each other. We were connected to each other. It was good sex and we aroused each other.
After a few hours, we both lay in bed next to each other. Hannah and I looked up at the clouds that presented themselves. In the background, we could hear grasshoppers chirping softly. We enjoyed the moment together. "Why do you need our bodies for your retribution?" she wanted to know. I looked at her and knew she was racking her brains for that question. I could only agree. I needed their bodies so I could get to England specifically. Could I perhaps have possessed another person so that I could fulfill my goals? Surely. But Kinsley and Hannah were the safest option because they had a home, a family in the UK. They were easier to influence to get to the UK than Chrissy, for example, who didn't actually have anything to do in England. Above all, it would have been even harder because she wouldn't know why she was going there.
"What are you planning to do now?" she pulled me out of my thoughts, because she knew that she didn't know anyone there who went to my former school. "Don't worry," I turned to her and kissed her again, "Kinsley will be practicing at the school. This will help me." I felt Hannah's envy, it was stronger than ever. Maybe I shouldn't have said this. Hannah was convinced that Kinsley was a bad choice. She thought her friend was too naïve and too reckless. Instead, she thought there was another way to infiltrate the school. I was a little taken aback when she explained that with Kinsley by my side, there would be some risk because I would have to adjust to her all the time. "I know you're powerful, but why don't you take over a body that would tear the bullies apart," she glared at my unsuspecting face. She was suddenly gripped with uncertainty, "I mean if you're taking over a body that came from the circle of friends that bullied and killed you, why would that be a better option than Kinsley?" I thought about it and she was right. It would have been much easier.
"You're brilliant," I told her, completely amazed. "I know," she smiled at me. Her blue eyes sparkled at me as she jumped up at me. "You're the person I love," she announced to me. Her black hair fell down on me, but she kissed me again, with conviction. Her tongue in mine and mine in hers. She put my penis in her vagina again and it hardened immediately. She fell down on top of me. Something warm surrounded my genitals, she moaned briefly and yet she didn't stop kissing. She moved up and down. She was arousing herself and me. My sperm couldn't be stopped and flew out. The situation was no different for her either and her white fluid fell on me. It was now much more love than coercion. She liked me, I felt it. She loved me and I loved her. It had taken her some time to think about it, but now she had made her decision. And now she helps me. She respected me and I respected her, but the most important thing of all was that we trusted each other.
I enjoyed the time under the open sky in her thoughts. The white dots that stood between the blue background. For the first time I could see such a starry sky and blurred in my own thoughts as I flew through the air and had my own freedom. When suddenly the ground shook beneath me and I heard a voice calling Hannah to get up, I looked at Hannah, who was fast asleep. Kinsley tried to wake Hannah up again, this time trying to shake her a little. Even I tried to shake her, but she didn't wake up. Without further ado, after Kinsley called for Hannah for the hundredth time to catch the flight to Heathrow, I took control of Hannah's body.
When she called Hannah's name again, I simply replied, "I'm awake." I opened Hannah's eyes and felt the first sensations around me: the black, tied-up hair that fell down the back of my shoulders, the rather wider hips and the upper body that had the sports chest, not only pressed Hannah's breasts against her body, but left her stomach area bare. "Hurry up, we have to go soon," she told me before standing up and disappearing. I scratched Hannah's head before I decided to get up. It was a new body with different weights. I found my center of gravity, pulled my socks over her white painted feet and then her wide blue jeans. By now the bra was too tight for me. I removed it and looked at Hannah's breasts, which I had already seen in her dreams. They felt the same as in the dream: soft and squishy at the same time, quite firm and young. Of course, they felt right too. If I was dreaming with Hannah now, I would have done a lot more with her.
After putting on Hannah's sweater and placing her already packed suitcase by the front door, I ate breakfast. Hannah's mother finished her coffee, Kinsley ate her cornflakes and I ate my spread, which is Hannah's favorite. In the middle of breakfast, while Kinsley was finishing, her mother put the phone down and asked us if we were ready for an adventure. We both nodded, then she asked: "Have you packed everything?" Completely enraged, as Hannah would normally react, I replied that I was old enough to pack my things. Hannah's mother was worried about her, but I guaranteed her that nothing would happen. We took care of our dishes and Hannah's mother drove us to the airport. On the way, I felt a pinch in my brain, a small spark of pain that informed me of Hannah's awakening. It wasn't a second later when I felt moisture in Hannah's pants.
By the time we arrived at the airport, my underpants were already wet. On top of that, my vagina was itching badly, as if Hannah was pacifying herself. Without hesitating for long, I placed her head against the window and brought Hannah out of her mind. Completely surprised, she lifted her head when Kinsley asked if it was okay. Hannah answered in the affirmative. At the airport, Hannah's mother and Hannah poured the tears from their eyes. Kinsley also said goodbye to Hannah's mother. There were last kisses and last hugs until Hannah and Kinsley made their way to check-in. After dropping off their luggage, they waited at the counter until the plane arrived. When the time came, they showed their tickets and stepped onto the plane. They found their seats and settled in for the ten-hour journey to England. They sat down, rummaged through their phones for messages from friends and family, checked their emails again before enjoying the time. It was still early in the morning in Los Angeles and they would land in London late in the evening. They closed their eyes after putting their phones away. However, they heard the footsteps being made next to them, and reports from the cockpit and other passengers did not let them sleep. When they took off more than half an hour later, many passengers began to fall asleep. Hannah and Kinsley were no exception.
It wasn't even a minute before Hannah and I were naked in bed again. We jumped on top of me with her legs as she kissed me. We enjoyed a long French kiss. I pulled her against me, hugging her as she continued. I felt her breasts on top of me, her long hair and her cold legs. At some point, I turned us around so that I was lying on top of her. I briefly interrupted our kiss so that I could insert my sex organ into her. I felt a renewed warmth as I penetrated, but I also felt a warmth inside me. Did I feel Hannah's spiritual body? I felt strange. A mixture of happiness and joy took me by surprise as I began to move around. Apparently we shared these similarities too. I moved harder and harder, hearing her moan louder and louder, but I felt the movements too. I didn't stop, the thoughts, emotions and feelings wouldn't let me lose my composure. I became faster and faster. I kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder. I then noticed that Hannah became quieter at some point, she became more tired. I was now holding her in doggy style, me in front, her bent forward. She almost fell over if I didn't pull her back by the arms.
I felt myself really pleasuring her and how satisfied she was. Her head bounced up and down as she fought with the last of her strength. I felt with her, but I didn't stop for a long time. I let her sit on my lap. She felt a brief pain as my genitals penetrated her more strongly. I heard a short, soft and weak groan from her. As I clutched around her, she let herself fall on top of me. She trusted me and let me take control. Like a snake, I reached around her and held her tight. I kissed her neck, then reached for her breast. She didn't refuse, she let me. I held her breasts in my hands, massaging them like dough in my hands and squeezing them together. Shortly afterwards, I turned her towards me and licked her nipples. She moaned again briefly, but she was still tiring. I didn't let go of her, but did my best to arouse her further. She sucked, chewed and sucked on her nipples and enjoyed the intercourse this time too. She felt her breasts tugging, she felt sobering and, above all, she enjoyed it. This was despite the fact that she was overtired and lost consciousness several times.
I still wasn't finished: I kissed her lips again and moved up and down. "I can't take any more," she moaned softly several times. I didn't stop and kept going. She let herself fall onto me more and more. First her upper body, then her head. When I didn't hear a sound from her, I stopped moving. The bed beneath us was wet from the orgasms we were experiencing. "Hannah?", I stroked her hair away from her face. Her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I checked to see if she was breathing, which she was. Shortly afterwards, I was hugging her when I suddenly fell into her. An unusual occurrence that had never happened to me before. I fell down onto the bed. I felt my hair was shoulder length again, I had a weight to my chest again and my lower body was full. I was in Hannah's body, but where was she?
I tried to look for her and scream, but nothing of the sort happened when I was suddenly woken up. I opened Hannah's eyes when a stewardess woke me up to ask me about breakfast. It was half past ten in the morning. She gave me a croissant and a peppermint tea in a mug and asked if I could wake Kinsley up for breakfast. I shook Kinsley by her shoulders as she slowly woke up. She then looked at me, I knew by the look on her face that something was wrong. "How... what... how..." she stuttered. I turned briefly to the stewardess and took her cup and croissant. "You need to eat something Kinsley," I put to her on the tray as I replied that she wasn't Kinsley, she was Hannah. Completely shocked at what had happened, I stared at her in Kinsley's body. "How could this happen?" she asked me.