Spirit is Willing
“How in the hell did I let them talk me into this?” Noah sighs to himself.
The man’s hands clatter as he grips at the large, iron gates of House Dashmoore. These metal bars are rusted with age. It’s been so long since anyone has lived in this old mansion, not even the city cares to tend to its luster.
A great deal of rumors circle around this place these days. Some locals like to tell tales about the way it was used as a den for those avoiding the law. Others believe it to have become a shelter for lost animals, lounging on the worn-out furniture. Then there are the campfire stories about ghosts, which brings Noah here tonight.
Of course, these are exactly the rumors one might expect from a house that only stands empty from its previous owners all being murdered.
Creepy as the place might be, Noah has little fear of running into anything too dangerous here. He’ll need that confidence to last in order to complete the task at hand. His buddies have an open bet for anyone among them to spend an entire night in House Dashmoore. Aiden says he made it to midnight, but his girlfriend ratted him out for being home and in bed long before the sun came up the next morning.
Tonight will be the night that someone finally makes good on the bet and picks up the pool that’s been building over the years. First, Noah creaks the old gate open, and heads onto the property.
Getting into the house is easy enough. Even if anyone did still bother to lock it up, the frame has been broken by others taking daring trips into the mansion since it was abandoned. It isn’t exactly calming to know that any other determined individuals could have made it this far.
Upon entering the home, Noah is immediately greeted by an uncomfortable moan. Wind whips through the space, whistling through broken glass and scrapping against the cracked and peeling wood floors. It must be.
The chill of autumn has leeched deep into the building this season. It might not be enough to kill a healthy man, but he might not be healthy after spending a night here. So, finding some comfortable hospitality might be the best first bet. With any luck, there should be some extra clothes in one of the bedrooms. Maybe the master will have one of those fancy, old-fashioned robes to wrap up in, or at least a few extra blankets.
Where exactly those rooms might be is somewhat of a mystery. From the view in the grand entrance of the house, Noah can see a few paths to take. There are more than a few halls that appear to lead into endless dark—his phone does little to illuminate where any of these might lead. The few places that are obvious from the wide entrance are a dinning room off to the right, and a living room with an ash-filled fireplace to the left.
Instead, Noah elects to take the large staircase the bends along the curved walls of the entryway. There’s bound to be a bedroom upstairs. All he has to do is ascend a set of wooden steps that have begun to decay over the decades.
The first few planks hold still with little issue. It isn’t until the sixth of more than a dozen steps that one even lets out a noticeable enough creak. Then, on the tenth step, the wood gives way, dropping the man’s leg down into the crawlspace beneath. A creeping moan shatters from the walls as the building begins to crumble.
Little damage is done to Noah, as he manages to reach out and old tightly onto the banister at the edge of the staircase. He keeps his footing and frees himself from the broken steps. The rest of the way up is uneventful, though he is much more cautious with the old wood.
At the top of the stairs is indeed a series of rooms, with one grand door beckoning into the master bedroom. The mattress appears to have seen better days, but it isn’t as destroyed as much of the rest of the house. There are even blankets still adorning it…tightly fitted onto the bed. It’s almost like someone remade it this morning. These soft, satin sheets feel comfortable to the touch, intoxicating fingers that brush across them.
Then—the door slams shut!
Irrupting from the center of the doorway—ignoring the door itself entirely—is a head. It moves slowly, pushing into the room. Long, dark hair drapes down, covering the figure’s face. Once this presence finally pulls fully into the bedroom, her figure can be seen clear as a fog on a dark night. She stands in an old-fashioned nightgown that drapes over and obscures her body.
She lifts her head and moans, “Ma…”
As her hair falls to the sides, it reveals her face. Her skin is pale—or far beyond so—a light grey the illuminates the space around her. Sunken, black sockets encase dark, bloodshot eyes.
Again, the ghastly woman moans, “Ma…a…aster…”
Noah’s feet move before he can think, taking him blindly backwards, “What the fu—” Unfamiliar with this dark room, he falls onto the bed, his body caught in the soft sheets.
Before he can right himself, the woman closes the distance between them, standing over the man. “Pl…ease…Master,” she continues to speak, her voice rasping with each syllable. “Let me…ple…ease you…Master.”
The woman places her hands on Noah, gliding them down his sides. They are soft, and cold to the touch. It’s like having ice descending down the sides of his shirt. When she stops her pursuit downward, she holds her hands on the man’s pants, drawing them down and revealing his manhood.
“What are you—” Noah begins to protest, that is, until this ghostly woman takes his penis into her hands.
Her touch is cold, almost uncomfortable. Yet somehow, it’s exhilarating. The biting chill threatens to shrink him, but the softness of her fingers stiffens him to form.
She starts with one hand, tightening her grip and caressing up from the base of this standing member towards the tip, stopping short of the gland. In a single motion, she then pumps her hand down hard. Pressing her thumb into the soft underside, she continues her cadence up and then down.
“I…re…member…how you…like it,” she moans, breathing more cold air onto her plaything.
“Fuck…” even Noah can’t keep his speech steady. “Y-yeah. I definitely…like that.” He then turns, speaking more to himself than to this woman. “What am I doing?”
Now that the spirit is this close, her face can now be seen clearly. Her smooth and slender face is a beautiful sight, which only further entices Noah. She might have been considered beautiful when her skin and eyes had color. Even so, she’s more than pleasant to see in her current state.
“Pl…ease…give me…” the ghost moans again, “your…pleasure.”
Without warning, she begins to twist her tongue over the head of Noah’s penis, the icy chill sending a thrilling chill up his spine. Next comes her lips, wrapping intensely around his glands before gliding down to kiss his pelvis. His thick, throbbing cock can be seen through her transparent form. Her hands take on a new task, cupping around his balls and fondling them playfully as her throat takes care of his penis.
“Shit,” Noah leans into the bed. “If you do that I’m gonna—”
He doesn’t even finish the thought before expending a steaming load of cum into the ghost’s mouth. She pulls his erupting member into herself with force. First it coats the inside of her mouth, dripping over her tongue. Then, as her uvula tickles the tip, his fluids pour directly down her throat—clear to see as it descends at blends into her pale form.
“Are you…pleased, Master?” the woman’s rasping voice becomes somewhat more clear after pulling away.
“Y-yeah,” Noah pants. “That was…definitely pleasing.”
“Oh,” her head hangs, allow the hair to cover her face again. “Then…are you…done with me?”
“Well,” the man looks curiously at her. “I mean…” he smiles shyly, “…I don’t have to be done.”
“But…” she looks to his member, shriveling away and coated in his own cum.
“Rest assured,” Noah rights himself back on the bed. “The spirit is willing, even if the body might, uh, need a minute. Why don’t I return the favor first, and then we can get to some real pleasure?”
The woman’s eyes lighten up, a smile spreading across her pale lips, “Truly…Master?”
“Y-yeah. Why don’t you get on the bed, and I can try warming you up.”
In a flash, the woman is on the bed, her nightgown removed and her legs lifted and ready to receive. Her body is as smooth as her face, with a slender body that curves at the hips and chest. She might have passed for petit with the large clothes, but now it’s clear that her form is much more enticing than she previously let on. A moderate pair of breasts lifts over her chest, hardly effected by gravity. Is that her ghostly physique, or was this her living form?
Noah wets his lips and leans down to reciprocate. His knees on the floor, he presses his tongue into the meal of a woman laid before him. After a single lick up the length of her vulva, he puts his remaining focus on her clit. He swirls around and around, causing the ghost to shiver more than her cold causes him.
“Yes…Master!” the rasp is almost completely gone from her moan. Her sound is as intoxicating as her touch. She arches her back into the bed. “Please…more!”
Continuing to twist his tongue around her most sensitive areas, Noah then slides a finger over the entrance. With a forceful push, he inserts his middle finger, down to the knuckle into the woman. His pace doesn’t build the way hers did. Instead, he plunges fiercely, pumping away at her moist body.
A second finger joins the first, filling the woman with almost half as much of himself as he intends to in a moment. Her moaning builds as her pleasure intensifies. As she continues to enjoy the treatment, she even starts to feel less cold.
This excitement builds in Noah as well, rising him back into action. He rises to his feet, pulling the ghost’s legs towards the edge of the bed. “Is this what you want?” the man asks, his hard cock laying and sliding over her wet clit.
“Y-yes, Master!” the ghost pants and pleads. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted!”
Noah guides himself into her, pressing the head of his dick against the entrance to her pussy, “As you wish.”
With a hard push, he plunges himself into her, the length of his cock spreading her vagina wide. From this standing position, he is able to put his legs into pounding down into her. Their hips press into each other, the soft flesh meshing together in a sopping sloppy mess.
The woman’s perky breasts bounce with vigor. Twirling her nipples in a rhythmic circle that catches her lover in a trance. Her beautiful, pale body and gasping moans only pushes him to pound harder.
Noah—looking for maximum leverage—grabs the ghostly woman by her ankles and spreads her legs as far as they’ll allow. Her grunting moans only grow louder and louder as he dives deeper and deeper into her. He can feel the entrance of her womb, pressing against the tip of his cock, tickling at his glands.
Unable to hold on anymore, the man lets out one more pump, “Fuck!” Again, he releases one of the thickest, stickiest loads of cum of his life. It sprays deep inside of her, drenching her insides. “Was that,” he pants, “good for you?”
The ghostly woman moans again, her voice clear and smooth, as beautiful as her pale figure, “More! Please!”
“More?” Noah’s brow quirks up. “Fine by me.” He pushes her further onto the bed, joining her up onto the soft sheets. “Let’s see if this is good enough for you.”
The man presses her ankles into the mattress, folding her in on herself. He pounds himself into her pussy again, crashing his cock against the entrance to her womb with every thrust. With each lustful thrust, they both grow warmer and warmer.
His full strength falling down into her moist opening, Noah draws the loudest and most pleased moans so far. He hardly even stops to breathe. Instead, the man’s focus is entirely on the task at hand.
After several more minutes of pumping, he can feel her warmth on his hands. Her skin begins to take on a subtle pinkish hue and from head to toe the cold grasp of death fades away. His cock now wrapped in her wet, warm pussy throbs with needy release.
“Shit,” he moans again. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna cum again.”
“Yes! Please, Master!” She begs. “Let us climax together!”
“Get ready, then,” Noah pounds with full force. “Here it comes.”
In one final pump, he releases for the third time of the night, filling her to the brim with cum. She lets out a howling moan as her pussy tightens in orgasmic pleasure over his cock. The two nearly fuse into one being with how tightly she wraps him.
Pulling out as he finishes, the man sprays across the woman’s beautiful, warm body. It drips onto her face, her tits, over her stomach. This ghostly woman, covered in his pleasure is a sublime sight.
“Thank you, sir,” the woman pants. “I see now you are not truly my master, Mr. Dashmoore, but you have given me the release I have waited all these years for nonetheless.”
“Are you gonna, like, pass on or something?” Noah asks, flopping onto the bed next to her.
“I believe I can. I don’t know how I could ever thank you for freeing me from this place.”
“Well, I’m supposed to stay here all night. I wouldn’t mind some company if you could stay until morning.”
The woman then climbs onto Noah, placing her hips over his, “That could certainly be most enjoyable.” She smiles, the lust of the moment still in her eyes, “But how ever will we pass the time until then?”
