The Inn's Owner (And he isn't very helpful)

Standing in the open doorway was the inn's owner. In one of his thick hands was a vial of some clear liquid and a lantern in the other. She could see the fear in his eyes and his body quivered uncontrollably as he stepped into the room. He popped the wax seal on the vial and splashed it across her and the ghost.

"Begone foul spirit! Curse us no more!"

Venus wasn't quite sure what the liquid was supposed to do, but by the look of it she ventured a guess that it was pure water. Her ghostly **** didn't even act as if he noticed the sprinkle of liquid that went right through him and on to her tits and tummy. The owner's eyes widened in alarm and he started to take a step back but stumbled and fell backwards against the wall.

The ghost stopped teasing her clit and looked up at the noise. When it spotted the portly man against shaking against the wall, an chuckle escaped the ethereal lips. She watched as it rose from her and slid towards the man. She dove for the floor again, trying to get to her sword. When she found it she looked up to find that the inn's owner had fainted from fright, leaving the lantern sitting on the floor beside him. The ghost hovered closer over the man and chuckled again.

"Sweet life. Sweet warmth."

The ghost's hands reached down and she saw the **** man gasp as the hands not only touched the man, but went into him. Within moments, the ghost had sunken down into the man's body. Venus wasn't sure what was happening at first, but then she saw the man's arm twitch. The man began to rise from the floor slowly.

"Sir are you ok," she asked, still kneeling next to her sword. She wished she had taken a moment to grab the sheet from the floor in case the man got the same idea the ghost had been intent on doing.

Her fears of the owner hurting her were quickly dispelled. He wasn't the threat, but what was inside of him was. When his eyes snapped open and focused on her, they were pure white. A thin smile spread from under the curly mustache as he looked down on her.

"Sweet life. Love and life."

Venus hadn't considered the ghost was this strong. It had never even occurred to her that it could possess someone. Now the thing had a body and it **** her would meant risking pregnancy. She pulled her sword from under the bed and ripped it out of the sheath. She stood and faced the possessed man, sword held at the ready. If she killed the host, it would weaken the ghost and maybe even **** it to retreat. Taking control of a living thing would have used up most of it's energy and she doubted it could do much after losing the body.

Then something occurred to her: could she really kill the man hosting the ghost? The inn keeper had tried to save her, and had been possessed because of it. He was innocent and only in this mess because of her. But if she didn't fight back, the night wouldn't end well for her.