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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: A fearsome demon hunter discovers only a ghost can teach him how to live...

The men of National Command Center for Supernatural Control are known for their unquenchable sexual appetites. The best perk for fighting demons is their extreme popularity among the gay population. When the war against the demons becomes a losing battle, however, too many young men give their lives for a world that once had rejected them.

Demon hunter Jon Miller couldn't save a Hollywood mall, so how could he be expected to save the entire world? He's had enough of the weird and wacky paranormal world until the ghost of a long-gone Hollywood star torments Jon in the worst possible way--Jon's made to examine his feelings about being gay.

As a newly appointed deputy with the National Command Center for Supernatural Control, T. L. Nala is a ghost on a crusade. Not only is he given the opportunity to kill demons, he can make amends for being an outspoken anti-gay activist during his past life as a Hollywood movie star. Coming out as a ghost with ravenous desire for a certain demon hunter makes T. L. turn up the heat where he'd never imagined he'd go...

Genres: Gay / Dark Fantasy / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings / Voyeurism
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [82 KB]
Words: 16878
Reading time: 48-67 min.

All too soon, and almost without warning or fanfare, T. L. exploded deep inside Jon's tight ass. Bliss.

Pure bliss. Again and again, he ripped streams of cum. The sounds Jon made told T. L. that he enjoyed it, too. Good, because T. L. intended to have this demon hunter a second time ... alone. T. L. pulled back and his dick flopped out, swinging in the cool air. He chuckled. The little things pleased him. For so long, he couldn't feel breezes or warmth. As he grew more powerful with age and practice, increasingly the sensations of being human had returned to him. Now he could go hours without going all ethereal.

If he concentrated hard enough, he could even manifest clothing. But not now. He caused both men's minds to cloud as he shed the spandex-like material of the costume he wore. It bothered him and he needed to be free.

T. L. didn't tarry to declare words of love and devotion. He left Jon in the capable hands of the cleaning man and flew back to the house to find the others had already performed wonders there. Too bad his nephew, Ward, wasn't alive to see how T. L. had changed. Would it make him happy to see the old place come to life again? T. L. had been responsible for the tragedy of what had happened to Ward.

Passing through the foyer, he made a sweep through the den and put his favorite record on the player. One of the women almost ran over him in her enthusiasm to vacuum the rug. She shivered when she came near, pretending not to notice his invisible presence. He'd learned to mask his existence when he concentrated and get real the same way. Like when he'd fucked Jon.

He'd fucked a man and he'd liked it!