Epilogue - Tanis

"Do you remember the rules?" I leaned down with the special brush, smoothing down Delia's hair. She glared at me through her cage.

"You act like we weren't doing the toy circuit before we met you," she snapped and pushed me away.

"Yes, but it's a little different now, isn't it?" I beamed, ignoring her snark. "Now, people want you to talk."

"We remember the rules," Damon said sadly from the cage across from Delia's. "We'll be good."

"Good. Because if you do good, you'll be let out of your cages." I stepped away from the metal boxes and turned just as Craven walked through the door to our brand-new house. As it turned out, Damon didn't have much money, but he had a great credit score. Craven strode over and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Hey beautiful, just getting them ready?" He glanced at the dolls in distaste. He'd wanted to burn them after Damon and Delia possessed the dolls right in the middle of our throes. He was deep inside me with his back turned away from them when Delia lunged at him in her new body, plunging a knife in his back.

Thankfully, Craven was reanimated now and it healed in an instant, but his ego hadn't. He still held a grudge toward the two collectable, rare dolls.

"Yep. Running them through the rules for the event again. They are going to do a little talking, convince them all that you and I created some advanced technology that allows the fake computer inside the dolls to read our minds and answer questions they ask them. Then, we're going to come home, watch a movie, cuddle, and if they behave, they'll get some time together."

Craven let out a groan of disgust. I couldn't blame him. Those two were worse than we were. Our passion was fueled by love and want and need to touch. After having it withheld for three years, we craved each other's bodies just as much as our souls. Damon and Delia were just... horny.

I tried to stay out of their personal lives as much as I could. We'd set them free after Delia had stabbed Craven, but just days later, they both returned in the dead of night, asking if they could pretend to be our collectables until they found out how to spend their eternities. I'd felt so bad for them I had to take them in. Craven was still upset about it.

Damon and Delia were the definition of a toxic couple. He expected her to be waiting on him hand and foot, which included for sexual gratification. And she, having seen it in her own childhood, did it with a smile. But every night, I'd hear her crying from the closet she stayed in. She didn't want that kind of help though, so, as the weeks went on, we settled into a weird life of traveling and co-inhabiting with two possessed dolls.

We finished the event I'd been preparing for and headed home, happy and significantly richer. People were paying good money to see Damon and Delia in action.

We left them to their devices, and Craven and I settled in on the couch for a movie and cuddles, our standard nightly routine.

A few glasses of wine and I'd all but forgotten about our guests as Craven's hands and lips began to explore my body. He slid his fingers under my panties, spreading my pussy and fingering me slowly, riling me up.

"You like that, don't you? Me fucking you like this. Or would you rather have my cock?"

"Your cock please," I gasped and spread my thighs apart, begging for him to listen. He pulled me onto his lap, and with a quick unzip, pierced my insides with his rigid length. I began to move my hips and climbed for the mountain of pleasure he gave me. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and held onto him tightly as he thrust up into me. I was growing close and then I heard a sound come from the doorway.

I looked up to see Delia, bent over with her dress pulled up, watching me. Damon's little doll body was fully nude and pressed against her backside. He thrust, and together, they watched Craven and I fuck while they fucked too.

Craven sensed that I'd been distracted and looked back to see what was going on. He shook his head.

"Weird fucks," he snarled as he stood up, holding me tight to him. He walked to a wall and pressed me against it, pulling my dress up my hips and tugging it down to reveal my breasts. He tossed his head back and spoke to the doll couple, watching us intently. "You want a show? I'll give you one." With that, he sunk his cock into me again and again and again until I unraveled and then he followed shortly after.

The dolls' finish was louder than ours, and as time went on, we found them peering in on us more and more as we made love, and I came to the decision that if that was their way of connecting to their former human selves by watching us, then that was fine with me.

I had my Cravey-boo back, and that was all I'd ever wanted.