You have a little trouble getting it in first

Sat on her lap you then feel the tip of Delilah’s cock dragging against the bottom of your left ass cheek. The spirit bride seemingly to have easily gotten rock hard again in a matter of few seconds despite the horrible emotional low she just went through. Guess that’s one advantage of ghosts being so emotional volatile they can very easily get in the mood. With Delilah already starting to lift you up a little with her arms around your waist.

Her cock now poised to spread you open, and turn you into a completely mess as Delilah circles the rim of your asshole with her cock head. The bulbous tip drooling pre cum as it hungers to feel that tight ass of your’s again. To make you moan, and whimper while you squeeze, and clench up round it. Delilah’s eyes alight with list as she stares at you, her chest heaving while the ghost girl’s breathing starts to quicken.

Firmly gripping either side of your waist with one hand each she there’s a excited twich in her fingers as she starts to hot dog her dick between your cheeks. Her large length sliding. and coating your back down with a slick layer of ectoplasm. The liquid sticky, and chilly it’s temperature making a little shiver go up your spine. Delilah then leans in, and tilts you forward a bit her still hot doing you as she presses your chest, against her breasts while she’s rests her chin on your left shoulder.

“I’m going to swallow you whole.” She whispers seductively in your ear, her tone low and husk.

She then giggles, and slowly starts to lower you down on to her cock.

“Ah!” You squeak, pressure starting to build as Delilah begins pressing in.

You try your best to relax yourself. Trying not to provide any resistance against this anal intruder in order to avoid unnecessary. Yet even still with you being as loose as you can the girth of Delilah’s massive member is still uncomfortable going in. A dull buzz of pain, building, and building while you are wretched open. The buzz then becoming, a hot burning as you are a continuous spread apart.

You gritting your teeth as that burning warps into a sharp stinging. You balling up your fists, squeezing your legs around her hips, and wrapping your arms around Delilah’s back to seek out some sort of physical comfort in order to cope with the pain. Delilah smiles under her mask, reciprocating the action she’s nuzzles her head into your shoulder. Giving you that physical support you need to hold it together, but not stopping one bit as she keeps lowering you onto her cock.

Then with one strong push by the phantom bride she slips inside of you. Her cock head fully penetrating past your ring into your warm welcoming tightness. A silent gasp caught in your throat while a blast of pain erupts, and vanishes in a instant as you are wrested open.

“You okay there?” Delilah asks, concern in her voice as she raises her head to look at the pained expression on your face.

The heart to heart you two previously have had seeming to have made her grow found enough of you that she doesn’t want to hurt you any more. Well at least not too badly, that dominate instinct of her’s still wanting to bully you just a tad.

“Haa... yeah I’m alright.” You reply with a small nod eyes flicking up to meet Delilah’s gaze as you breathe deeply.

“Heh really, you know for a virgin you really take a cock well, you sure you’ve never played with your boy hole before.” Delilah teases with a snarky gleam in her eye.

“N-no...” You respond all embarrassed looking down at floor as your cheeks get a bit red.

“Well then you should count yourself lucky, after taking something my size you’ll have no problem taking all sorts of dick.”Says Delilah here pressing the teasing as she wiggles her hips circling her cockhead around your ass to really accentuate her meaty girth.

“Gaga, uh thanks.” You wince, a sense of awkwardness underlying your words as a small pin prick of pain hits you from Delilah moving around her cock inside you.

It still quite an uncomfortable fit to have her inside you, even if she isn’t at the same punishing size as before. Just thinking back to how bad experiencing that amount mass was makes you shiver in fear. Still Delilah isn’t just satisfied with the tip, her dropping you more as her cock plunged deeper into you.

You squeaking while your inner walls as smushed, and pushed aside to make way for the ghostly bride’s love stick. The ectoplasm secreting from her member an excellent natural lube that lets her glide forward with causing any tearing, or damage to the inside of your butt.

“Ergh....”

You burry your face into Delilah’s bosom as she reaches the halfway point. That sensation of being bloated coming back as you are made full. Your teeth are gritted in anguish, your tendons flexing, and relaxing while your fingers which are white knuckled curl around, and pull at the back of Delilah’s torn bridal bridal gown. Its nearly impossible for you to keep still now. Only Delilah’s strong hands are keeping you from fidgeting, and wriggling off of her dick.

It becoming so hard to cope with this growing ache inside your rectum that you find yourself involuntary fighting against the ghost bride. You pushing, and slapping against her unmoving un-flinching body as she inches her way inside of your ass. Your wild strikes, and panicked flailing of course don’t do any damage to Delilah her non-corporeal form immune to any physical attack. Yet still she stops lowering you, eager as she is to feel your tightness around her cock, she can see that you are really suffering here. It must be this lotus position she has you in as you were able to take her dick at this size a lot easier before. It’s probably that the angle a bit awkward for her to be entering from, but Delilah REALLY doesn’t want to shift positions as this really is the perfect one to both fuck, and observe you at the same time.

“D-Delilah it hurts please...” You beg burying your face deeper into the ghost girls boobs, clinging to her for dear life as you desperately need the phantom spirt to help guide you through this trial.

Seeing this distress and you so sincerely reach out for her, Delilah’s heart can’t help but be moved. While before she might’ve **** you to just take it, after the sympathy you showed her when she broke down about her husband the phantom can’t in good conscious just **** you. Even

“Shhhhhh shh-hhh-hhhh I got you here don’t focus on the bad stuff pay attention to this instead.” Showing some more of her freshly minted kindness Delilah ‘mercifully’ provides you with something to distract from the pain.

Brushing her fingers up the back of your neck to make your hairs stand on end, Delilah then hits you with a strong piercing state that locks eyes with you. All at once like you’re in some sort of trance you stop all your squirming, and twitching. Those natural, **** response that your body makes to the hurt, the burning discomfort suddenly cease.

Frozen you are like a statue, a cold chill running through your chest as if a steel blade has been stabbed into your heart. Every bit of blood in your veins frozen as all your strength leaves you, and your eyes glaze over. Your jaw goes slack, and drool drips from your lips onto Delilah’s breathe. The room is all fuzzy, your vision blurry with darkness at the edges before it then suddenly sharpens again.

“Hehehe amazing isn’t it, it’s possession you know the thing that happens when a ghost takes control of some ones body.” Delilah giggles the hand she had on the back of your neck now partly phasing through the rear of output head.

This intrusion of her digits in your cranium seeming to be the connecting point that is allowing her to shut down your motor function, and ability to feel.

“You can’t even move a muscle like this, really your more like a doll then person right now.” The phantom bride chirps evilly in a almost sing song voice.

She’s right, try as you might your body won’t listen to your commands to obey. All of your limbs are limp, hanging down uselessly. The only thing keeping you up is Delilah’s hands holding you up against her, and her cock in your ass.

“No, not doll more like a puppet.” Delilah grins under her mask.

“See I can control you like this, make you move how I want...” She says her fingers maneuvering in your mind.

You then feel your left arm start to move on it’s own. It slowly lifts upwards as if there were invisible strings around your joints that some one was pulling on. Simultaneously your back lifts you up from Delilah’s boobs, the movement all unnatural with you sort of twitching, and jerking about.

It’s terrifyingly unnerving as you are trapped watching your own body move around just like some sort wooden doll, or puppet. The exact the thing Delilah named you as. Even with her dominating before you were never this you helpless, now you truly are just plaything for her to wield as she sees fit. The only bit of autonomy you still have is your ability to breathe, and move your eyes.

Shifting, twisting, twitching, your mind races wondering what Delilah is planning to do to you. Her now starting to purposely pose your body for some unknown act. Making your back arch, the ghost girl forces you to bend back your shoulders blades, and to puff out your chest as far as you can for her.

The target of her attention becoming clear as her gaze slides down to those two helpless little boy tits plastered on your flat pecks. Your right arm then suddenly jerks over to your right nub, and your eyes go wide with realization as she locks your pointer behind your thumb. She has you aim right up at your left twin peak, cocked back to

“...Make you feel what I want.” Hums Delilah, an amused playful aura surrounding her as a flicker of light swirls in her irises.

She then moves your thumb, letting your pointer fingers snap forward and flick your defenseless nipple. A sensation of hot magma lashes across your areola, the absolute agony much worse then it what should have been for just a simple thwack of the finger. It’s so bad you want to scream, yet you can’t. You can’t so much whimper as this arcane hold Delilah has on you doesn’t permit even any ounce of un-vetted freedom. It leaving you to just internally cry out in your head, and wildly blink as some attempt to beg for mercy, as you then see your arm advance towards your other nipple.

Fingers again readying for another wack, you blink rapidly while shifting your eyes right to left to convey you shaking your head no. Delilah doesn’t care though, as letting go of your pointer she lets another blow to your tit envelope your sensitive flesh with pure lava. God why does its hurt so much??? Is this Delilah’s doing? Is she some how enhancing the sensitivity of your body.

thwack

You aren’t even allowed to let that thought fully sink in before once more another wave of molten misery hits your nip again. Delilah getting into a rhythm of flicking your nipples one after the. Each hit an explosion, a combustion of pain. With you not even given the ability to yell, or recoil from the dull fire. You just take it, take it, take it, take it, till there is just a constant stream of stinging. Your nipples now hard as diamonds as blood rushes to them. The hill pairs of flesh standing proud almost defiantly as they have become a dull red due the **** they have endured.

Then in an instant it stops, the throbbing pain is no more, and you gasp as the controls of your physical self are returned back to you. It’s an atmospheric whiplash to say the least. With there now being a strange certain stillness in the air. A suspicious sense of tranquil relaxation that comes on a little to fast then it really should makes you suspect that despite her no longer wielding your limbs, this ghost girl is still subtle influencing your emotions.

“Interesting power right, all sensation I can either increase ten fold or completely neutralize.” Delilah boasts her seeming to think you should view this ability of her’s as ‘cool’.

Of course instead of acting all wowed you shrink back, this little show only succeeding in reminding you how dangerous, and callous this phantom bride can be. You eyeing her with suspicion as her fingers are still in the back of your head. No part of you is really safe around this spirit is it? Are these thoughts your having right now even your own? Can her influence over you go that deep. Of course it’s seems strange that Delilah would make you think about being suspicious of your own thoughts if she wanted to sneakily subvert your mind. Yet maybe that’s part of her plan, for her to make you doubt what goes on in your very own head!

“Bet you didn’t even notice yet.” Delilah says pointing a finger down her still full of herself as she doesn’t seem aware how off put she’s just made you.

You do however follow her finger downwards wondering what she’s is drawing attention to. Which to your surprise is that fact that during Delilah’s puppeteering she discreetly hilted you on her cock. Her entirety now snugging filling your ass. Cautiously moving your hips you realize that you can’t actually feel her cock at all. Sure you can see it’s inside you, the tip even making a small bulge at the bottom of your stomach, yet there is no sensation. No tightness, no pressure, no stinging, which means Delilah must be suppressing your ability to feel down there. Though that leaves a question in your mind.

“I-if you could do that all along did you really have to you know...” You trial of not finishing your sentence as you ginger rub a hand over your sensitive nipples.

“Tch you asked for my help taking it, and I gave it with a little bit of interest hehe.” Delilah chuckles batting your hand out of the way to flick your right nipple with her pointer finger.

“Owww....” You frown the flick no where near as painful with your sensitivity no longer being heightened, but still uncomfortable none the less.

It seems even with the two of you grown closer the phantom bride is still a ruthless tease. That predatory dominate side of her hasn’t diminished one bit much to your dismay. Sure she did help you avoid the ordeal of getting her cock in, but has her hunger for sadism really been tempered if she thinks this was a better trade off let alone this is her thinking this is her doing you a favor?

“Now what do you say?” Delilah cocks her head rasing a eyebrow at you.

You blink at Delilah, a blank expression on your face.

“What do I say...?” You repeat the words back to her confused.

“Ugh thank you idiot, you supposed to say thank you Delilah for helping me take your cock.” Delilah glares with a furrowed brow, annoyance crackling around her like lighting.

She then re-actives the nerves in your ass, and your muscles tense. The pressure, and pain smash into you all at once, you having to bit down on your lower lip to stop from letting out a strained whimper.

“RIGHT RIGHT, t-thank you Delilah!” Shivering under that dark gaze of her’s you loudly proclaim gratitude to the phantom bride as you obviously should, least you risk this upsetting this ‘beautiful benevolent spirt’ more then you already have.

Delilah rolls her eyes, sensing your enthusiasm is coming more so from fear then anything genuine. Her finally catching on that her trying to flaunt some of her amazing ghost powers, and have some fun at the same time has just ended up regressing you into being more afraid of her again. The phantom bride feels a frustration bubbling up in her chest. That weary look your giving her just absolutely ticking the ghost girl off!

So melodramatic, do you really have to act like she’s some sort of monster after the two of you bonded in all? Like sure you losing complete autonomy of your body might have been a little terrifying for you, but come on it’s not like she was going to do anything actually bad! Flicks to the nipple, seriously that’s all she’s did! Don’t you know what some other less friendly ghosts would do if they jumped into your body?!?

“Ugh frigin drama Queen, you really are a brat you know that boy.” Delilah gripes as she pulls roughly on your ear her voice high pitched with annoyance.

“Owww b-but you said-“ You don’t even get to inquire why you are getting scold for doing what was asked before you are then cut off.

“I know what I said.” Delilah snaps letting go of your ear with an irritated huff.

You rub your sore ear, again shrinking back a little bit as you still don’t know what you’ve done to offend the phantom bride.

“sigh Never mind I don’t care if you get it, your sure to get this.” Delilah grins a big toothy grin under her mask.

You then feeling her slide back her butt on the bed, pulling her cock half way out as she prepares to slam her length back into you. If you aren’t going to be appreciative, then she’ll just fuck all of that thankless, Ill-mannered attitude right out off you!