Answers, Greetings, and Infiltration

Daisy stretched her arms above her head and leaned back against the tall back of the wooden chair as Sabrina continued her story. Apparently Sabrina worked at an old library in town that had received a shipment of strange books and research notes from an estate in a nearby town. Sabrina had been tasked with cataloging it and discovered someone's investigations into what had turned out to be the very place the girls were currently chatting in. On a whim, and because she apparently had interest in such matters, Sabrina had tried to complete some of the rituals in the notes, but to no avail. That is until one night, when something came through.

"The mistress was new to this world, apparently just as curious about us as I was about them. She's something of a visionary among her kind, and she can be, ah, very bold about some things." Sabrina continued.

Daisy's eyes went between Sabrina and Kat as they sat on what appeared to be invisible chairs, supported by what Daisy assumed was either the glowing orbs or whatever living lingerie Kat had snugged between her legs. Daisy noted that the two girls seemed to be much more comfortable with this strange place with all its odd creatures, ghostly or otherwise. She shivered as she thought of that slippery black creature. It had crawled all the way inside her-

"So what the hell is those other ghosts' problem?" Kat's question brought Daisy's attention back to the conversation.

The look on the red head's face darkened. "Those...things, the one you saw in particular. Those things are the real problem."

Daisy leaned forward as Sabrina began to outline exactly what it was they had stepped into. As she explained, Daisy decided the next time she saw Liz, she was going to let her know exactly how thankful she was for letting her into this mess.

Liz's world had been turned upside down. Literally in this case, as she peered into a room that seemed to be turned on its axis. She'd talked with Kat a little bit in the past week about what she'd seen in this place, but experiencing it was something else entirely. She breathed in deeply as she felt the spirits between her legs send more sparks of static power to tickle up the length of her moist pussy. Her mind swam with thoughts of supernatural possibilities and occasionally Lauren, who's bond she could still feel even here.

She still floated above the ground, being practically carried through this mirror reality by the orbs that she was becoming more and more acquainted with. She looked about in wonder as she traveled through this strange place. At one point she had an odd feeling of being watched. From the corner of her eye she could've swore she saw a dark shape slither past, but when she turned to look she found herself seemingly alone. The orbs didn't seem to notice anything, so she merely shrugged it off as they continued their journey through the warren of inverted and eclectic rooms. She thought it was almost something of a tour at first, but she now suspected they had a destination in mind.

A few minutes later, she arrived in what seemed to be a large Victorian ballroom, complete with hanging crystal chandeliers and maroon curtained drapes adorning large mirrors in place of windows. She hovered down to the ground and landed delicately in front of a grand stone fireplace at one end of the dance floor. One of the orbs that hovered around her like satellites darted away beneath the hearth that yawned higher than she stood and slipped up the chimney. The stone orifice suddenly began to rumble before swinging open to reveal a secret passage adorned with candles casting flickering shadows upon the wall.

Feeling a gentle nudge from her panties, Liz entered the passage. Apparently she had to walk through this part. A few of the orbs hovered in front of her, seeming to guide her at odd forks in the passage as she journeyed deeper into the passage. At one point she glanced at an orb that hovered close to the flickering shadows on the wall, and noted that its subtle light did nothing to dispel the fluttering dark shapes. Before she could look closer, she felt the spirits beneath her clothes quickly usher her along. A few more minutes of walking brought her to a stop in front of an old wooden door. The orbs just hovered around her expectantly, as if waiting for her to open.Deciding not to disappoint, she grasped the iron handle and pushed it open.

She stepped through then froze mid step as three heads turned in surprise to look at her.

"Liz?!" Daisy and Kat both questioned in shock.

"I...who...what are you guys doing here?" Liz asked in equal surprise as she surveyed the scene. Daisy and Kat had both stood when she'd entered, their eyes wide with surprise. Across from them a rather long legged red haired woman sat with her legs crossed floating slightly in the air in nothing but a pair of cotton bra and panties , surveying them all with a seemingly detached expression. Off to side of the women, Sofia, who Liz hadn't seen since they'd first summoned that entity, floated naked and apparently asleep.

The orbs hovering around Liz flew away to swarm around the room, many hovering over to the red head who smiled warmly at them as they darted around her. Kat and Daisy looked at each other as they regained their composure, before they looked back at her more seriously as Kat declared, "You might want to sit down."

Insolent girls! the entity thought to itself in a furor as it flowed its way through the mirror world. The 'mistress' as she called herself may have avoided it for now, but soon the entity would triumph. It had initially balked at the idea of leaving this world, of any mingling with this new place that had been opened to them. Now however, it saw an opportunity. These creatures could emit such power if prodded correctly, it astounded the spirit at their own ignorance of it. The entity still had much to learn of its abilities and control it could muster over the new plane of existence, but it had acquired a few tricks in its time so far.

One of which it was using now as it traced its way between worlds, hunting the women that had escaped it. The spirit was not sure what defense they could put up against it, but it would be cautious this time. Whomever had entered this world recently had left a trail of essence that the spirit followed hungrily. At one end it had found the trail stopped cold at some stone fireplace that seemed to be warded in a way against its entrance, probably some trick of the mistress, so it had turned and followed the path to its origin.

Finding the point where whomever it was had entered this world, it jumped through the opening and found itself hovering in a dimly lit basement. The creature knew it was in the right place, sensing a bounty of residual ethereal energy of the formless ones and most likely the mistress herself drifting about. As it scanned the basement cautiously, its gaze landed on a stack of papers with familiar writing on it. It flowed over to the documents and lifted them into the air, glancing about their contents. How had these girls come across Sabrina's research? The spirit thought it had destroyed every trace of it.

Before it could continue that task however, it suddenly realized it sensed a presence nearby. Placing the papers back down, it hovered to the open door leading to the stairway and cautiously flowed up into the house. When it reached the top, it smiled devilishly at what it saw.

A dark haired woman lay sleeping on the couch in a tight t-shirt and snug orange panties, occasionally twitching fitfully and mumbling to herself as a blanket lay tossed to the side on the floor. Reaching out to the woman, the entity was surprised as it felt something different about her. For the entity to possess flesh, the body must be willing and open to its control, something Sabrina had frustratingly denied it these past months. This girl however, seemed to have left the door wide open.

As the spirit approached her sleeping form, it reached out a misty tendril to probe deeper. The wispy cord slowly coiled around the woman's thigh and creeped upwards, careful not to wake her. The tip eventually reached where her legs met, and slipped gently beneath the crotch of her underwear.

"Mmmm." the woman moaned in her sleep, smiling slightly.

The spirit sensed the woman's body and what she could give the misty presence. Its initial assumption wasn't correct it seemed, the woman was open, but not completely. At least not to the spirit. However as it probed her it realized there was still space for it to go.

The tendril beneath her panties stroked her delicately as the entity floated in reach of the sleeping beauty. It traced a misty finger down the woman's face and the girl hummed gently to herself and tried to wiggle her hips against the protrusion delving into her underwear. Yes, this could work wonderfully.

The woman suddenly gasped and arched her back as the tendril surged into her. The spirit coiled and flowed around her as she was entered from below, energy and consciousness flowing into her. The woman squirmed and groaned in her sleep, panting and gasping as the spirit made its way inside. The woman began to buck her hips wildly as the entity traced a bath around her clit as it flowed into her, groaning and moaning louder now. With a little influence from the ghost, the girl remained asleep despite the overwhelming euphoria emitting from the powerful forces at work between her legs and within her. With a final plunge, the spirit drove the rest of itself into her as the last little wisps of mist slipped into her panties before entering the girl herself while she cried out as her orgasm racked through her like a wave of ecstasy crashing into her.

Lauren gasped and bolted up, grasping a hand to her chest as she panted to catch her breath. She looked around and found to her suprrise to still be alone in the living room. Noticing the blanket tossed to the side, she felt down between her legs to find moisture collected on her crotch. That must've been one hell of a dream, but she couldn't seem to remember any of it.

Laying back against the cushions, she reached over to grab the blanket she'd tossed off in her sleep. As she groped for it in the dark, she didn't see as the cloth seem to rise up on its own to enter her grip. Pulling the blanket back over her, she drifted quickly back off to sleep, unaware of the new passenger hiding and scheming within her.