Just going with everything is the best option.

While killing him should be the first priority for the suggestion, there is a wetness forming that makes it seem not so bad. "Just going to watch then?" He seems surprised by the question but keeps staring. "Yes. I'm not really built for much more anyway." Hesitantly, fingers reach to rub along the vagina with him watching each and every movement.

"I don't see why you ever married a mortal. A body like that shouldn't be used by some human loser." There's an inflex of irritation welling up inside you at his comment but it doesn't stop your fingers from continuing to rub along you area. "Don't talk about my husband like that."

"What? Are you seriously into him? The person that Lilith said was "quite the whore"? Now is all Miss Modesty?" His tone seems irritated by it. "I'm not a whore." Trying to argue it, doesn't change the fact that you can already feel one of your hands circling the already hardened nipple of your breast. "Are you that turned on already? By having someone watch you masturbate like your some slut?"

"I...' Pausing for a bit, the sudden gush of dampness can be felt as if there was a miniature orgasm. Is it from having someone see you pleasure yourself? By the fact he's calling you a whore? Whatever the reason, fingers are already trailing into the depths of the vagina and quickly. Even kneading your own tits roughly, thighs cross together as the hand in between them keeps fingering.

"That's the Laima, I know. A kinky slut." The poltergeist laughs at the increasingly **** movements bring yourself to orgasm before a flash of realization hits your eyes. "Lamia...that sounds right. And I'm...a horny slut." The desperation to finish cumming grows as random flashes of memories go through the mind.

Cocks of all sizes and varieties. Cum shots landing everywhere on the body. Being knocked up again and again. Gangbanged while fucked pregnant. Begging for harder and rougher treatment. That part of the brain seems to reawaken almost instantly, while finally exploding with finishing yourself, making your legs buckle under the sudden gush of pressure from squirting out girl cum.

It's a couple of seconds to catch your breath as the ghost watches you in amazement. "Feeling better?" All you can do is smile. "No. Not without a cock stuffing my holes."