A Sensual Parlay

Lauren had left to go to class, but Liz still had the rest of the day off. She'd cleaned up their experiment and made some lunch, now sitting alone in her basement reading through the ghostly 'instruction manual' she'd downloaded and printed. The more she read, the more she thought whoever wrote it didn't truly understand everything about their topic. There were missing pieces of information, a lot of guesses they wouldn't call theories, and in one instance it just said, 'I don't think that witch was right about this one', next to a drawing of a smiley face made out of weird symbols unlike the rest.

There was one thing she'd wanted to try though, and with Lauren gone she had an opportunity. Not that she didn't trust Lauren, Liz just didn't think she'd completely understand. Yeah, that was it.

In the shadows, the spirit's wispy spy watched as Liz set a wooden bowl on the table in the middle of a circle inlaid with several glyphs. The entity quickly realized what she was doing. If Liz could see its face, she might hesitate at the mischievous smile the spirit wore.

Liz placed the last ingredient into the bowl, then lit a match. She dropped it in and violet flames blazoned upwards before quickly dying down to a low simmer as a thin pillar of mist rose from it. A few moments later, Liz heard a familiar sultry laugh from somewhere above the bowl.

"I think it's time we talked again." Liz declared, crossing her arms.

"Oh do you now?" the ethereal voice questioned?

"Why did you lie to me? You told me you needed me to make that portal thing so you could get back where you came from. Then you used Kat to completely change it!" Liz argued. "I wanted to help you get home."

"Darling you helped me more than you can know. Now I'm nearly as powerful in both worlds, thanks to you." the voice dripped with passion. "In light of that, I should probably mention that I can do more than just talk through this connection you made."

Wait, this was only supposed to allow Liz to speak to the spirit, it isn't supposed to...

Liz gasped as the thin pillar of mist suddenly swirled into a sultry feminine form gazing down at her. "Wait, I..." Liz never finished as the figure made a beckoning motion with its hand, and she was suddenly lifted into the air to hover in front of the figure.

"Such a pretty thing." it cooed, and with a swipe of its ethereal finger, Liz's pants shot down her legs and flew off her bare feet followed by the buttons on her blouse all coming undone at once before it shook itself off her shoulders.

She tried for a moment cover herself as she floated in her black lacy bra and panties, before she stopped. It wouldn't do any good here. "What do you-mm-what do you want?" Liz stuttered as she floated up face to face with the spirit, a ghostly hand trailing up her thigh.

The entity laughed, "You called me, my sweet."

"Oh. I...well I...I want answers. I want to understand all of this." Liz gestured around her.

"Is that all?" the thing hummed, as if thinking. "Very well." it began, and Liz found herself staring into glowing eyes as the spirit grabbed her ass and pulled her against its ethereal form, leaning in. "I'll give you a taste."

Liz muffled a gasp as the ghostly figure pulled her into a deep throated kiss. As soon as their lips touched, Liz could feel wispy tendrils of presence flowing through her mouth, down her throat and into her body. A half moment later, she felt them in her mind. In that moment she could feel power, see reality bend to her will. The energy she felt was purely erotic, and she was vaguely aware of her dripping pussy. It all flooded away in an instant as the spirit pulled back from her now hungry lips, and Liz whimpered involuntarily at its exit.

She stared breathlessly into the creature's eyes as it tilted its head and smiled. "It feels like you learned something." it purred, and Liz shuddered as she felt a finger trace up the front of her damp panties. "Now let's finish the lesson." it growled sexily.

Liz looked down as she heard a noise and realized they were hovering over the bowl. Ghostly ethereal tendrils were rising up between her legs towards her. She looked back to the entity and moaned suddenly as she felt tingling fingers slide the crotch of her panties aside and dip into her folds. By the time the tendrils were at her panties, Liz was already drowning in lust.