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As soon as I finished uttering the words of my spell, the shadows in the corners of my basement didn’t just deepen; they coalesced. A figure rose from the center of the pentagram. He was transparent, tall and lean. He wasn’t monstrous, but terrifyingly perfect; his form was defined by the absence of light with eyes like distant, hungry stars. I was instantly mesmerized. “You called,” his voice hissed, a static whisper that vibrated in my teeth. “What payment do you offer, little witch?”
My breath hitched. I felt a cold knot in my stomach, but the heat of reckless desire was raging in my desperate pussy. I had aimed high; summoning not a man but a ghost from the Underworld, a creature whose touch could corrupt or worse. But still, I had to have him.
Ghost Sex In The Shadows
“I offer everything,” I whispered, the words trembling. “Show me what oblivion feels like.” A slow, amused smile stretched across his mouth. He stepped out of the circle, and the cold that followed him wrapped around me like an embrace.
Before I could move, his ghostly hand cupped my cheek. His touch was shockingly freezing, yet felt hot with infernal promise. “Oblivion requires surrender, Amber.” I shivered. He leaned closer, and the shadows peeled back just enough to reveal the object in his other hand.
It wasn’t flesh, but a phallic shape crafted from what looked like polished, dark obsidian, inhumanly thick and long. It pulsed with a faint, crimson light, radiating the primal energy of the deep earth. “This is not a trinket of the mortal realm,” he murmured, his voice now impossibly close to my ear. “It is forged in the deepest pit. It consumes.”
Everything about the toy—its impossible size, its unnervingly smooth surface, the sheer, terrifying power behind it—fed directly into the darkest corners of my forbidden fantasies. I didn’t utter a word as I tore at the ties of my simple robe, exposing myself completely in the gloom. He simply stared as I disrobed, then spread my legs while holding the enormous toy on the entrance of my eager, throbbing asshole.
There was no gentleness, only the cold, precise pressure of a creature accustomed to absolute domination. He wanted me. More accurately, he wanted to control me. When the massive head of his toy finally breached the entrance of my ass, I screamed. It felt as if it was too much, too large, too hard. He watched as his toy instantly stretched my tight hole beyond any known limit. Yet, as he slid it deeper, slowly, deliberately, the discomfort dissolved into overwhelming pleasure.
The obsidian wasn’t just stimulating; it felt alive, dragging the energy out of my core, filling me with spectral heat and cold simultaneously. My legs wrapped around his shadowy waist as the ghost drove his otherworldly instrument in and out of my asshole. Each thrust was an earthquake, a supernatural violation that erased thought, history, and doubt.
The ghost plunged the toy one last, devastating time, hitting a point of pure, unbearable sensation that detonated across my entire body. I convulsed as the most profound, most powerful wave of pleasure I had ever known consumed me totally. He watched intently while my hips moved in rhythm with his thrusts. I couldn’t get enough.
My body pulsed with residual, demonic energy as he stared into my soul. He stood above me, with on foot on either side before crouching down. “Now,” the ghost whispered, his face hovering above mine, his eyes glowing like coal embers. “Now you know what oblivion feels like.”
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