She feels sorry for the spirit

A part of Anna wondered whether or not the incubus was still influencing her as the thought crossed her mind, but the truth was, she felt sorry for the ghost after reading the diary. When she had walked in the mansion, she had assumed everything she'd face had a nefarious motive. Really, this ghost was just forlorn, missing the touch of his love. If she gave him that, it should be enough to sever his ties. Burning the book _ might _sever them, but did she really have time to spare? Or was she just telling herself this because she was losing control of her needs?

She pushed indecisiveness aside, and made her decision. She stood up, and removed her jacket, folding it carefully and placing it on the floor. Her tank top came next, revealing a white sports bra containing her ample bust. She then removed her boots and pants, being careful to remain in the circle while she did so. While she had decided on her course of action, she wasn't quite ready to give up control of the situation as she stood there in her sports bra and a pair of thin white shorts, shivering slightly against the cold. She saw no reason to delay as she pulled her bra over her head, letting her massive breasts spill free, still youthful enough to defy gravity. Finally she stuffed her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and, bending at the waist, slid them down her toned legs, revealing her shaved slit. As a final touch and a brief moment of vanity, she loosened her hair tie, allowing her raven hair to flow down her back.

Her instinct was to cover herself, but she logically kept her hands at her sides. Anna took a deep breath, then willed her nude body out of the safety of the circle. She waited for something to happen, her hands idly stimulating her lower lips, mostly out of anticipation of what was to come. Consequently, she could feel herself growing wet.

Finally, the spirit materialized in front of her. He took the form of a shorter, muscular man. He was not unattractive as he stood before her naked, and as Anna's eyes naturally moved down his body, she was greeted with one of the largest members she had ever seen. She let out a quiet moan as she imagined what it was about to do to her.

He closed the gap between them and took one of her breasts into his mouth. She gasped softly and found herself grinding her nether regions onto his cock, coating it in her juices. She was too hot to wait any longer, she took his cock into her hand and guided it inside her with a shudder as she enveloped his entire length. Her knees buckled, but fortunately the ghost was there to guide her to the floor. Her back arched as this new angle gave him greater access to her depths. She bucked her hips against his as the pair of them moved in unison, her tits bouncing freely as they did. Anna felt an orgasm building as they picked up the tempo. She let it wash over her, moaning loudly as it did.

Suddenly, he was gone! Anna, still in the afterglow of her orgasm but disappointed by the sudden lack of stimulation, sat up and looked for her ghostly lover. Unable to find him, nor sense his presence, she thought of the diary.

I want to do right by her...

His last wish wasn't sex, it was to make his lover cum. Her orgasm had set him free. Anna was struck by his selflessness, and, the orgasm had felt good. She lay there idle for a time, lazily stroking her pussy as she recalled the sex, and then, when she felt she could focus again, dressed, and made her way forward.