Two years later...

It’s late at night, around 11 o’clock. Your mom, and sisters are already fast asleep. You check over the symbols once, twice. Making sure that none of the bone chalk is smudged, less you end up with another incident. You shiver, man where you lucky to have some extra purified salt in your pocket when that banshee tried to eat you whole. Bleh, just thinking about how close you were to getting vored to **** makes you check the symbols yet another time just to make sure. It had been two years since your first encounter with Delilah.

Things have changed a lot since then. You got your learning permit for driving. You became a junior in high school. Got into painting, learned the guitar. Found a new look going completely goth, even partly dying your blonde hair with black streaks. The change in style coming with a new found interest in the occult. Arcane magic, crystals, talismans, stuff like that. It made your mother throw a fit when you first got into the stuff, but you were adamant in not wanting to give it up and after it became clear her disapproval and pestering wouldn’t get you to stop she eventually relented, and left you to your own devices. She probably thinks it’s just you going through a phase, but to you all the spirituality stuff you took to heart.

Really it’s not much of a surprise though, once you found out ghosts were real your perspective on how the world worked really broadened. Yet no matter how much you, or your would seemed to change the one constant in your life was Delilah. Through out these past two years you have summoned her a bunch of times. Some times consistently some times sporadically, but no matter how much time passed between summons Delilah was always enthusiastic to see you. Meeting up the two of you would always engage in intercourse, you on the bottom and Delilah on the top. Yet sex isn’t the only thing that ended up going on with Delilah’s many visits. As something of a friendship ended up being struck between you two. You’d talk to Delilah, confide in her things that you didn’t even tell your own family. Worries, fears, insecurities, hopes, dreams, ambitions. Delilah has at this point more insight into you then any one else alive. Though this bond isn’t just a one side thing, as Delilah has replicated your affection for her.

She takes her time to listen to you. This may seem like just the bare minimum, yet with Delilah’s existence as a lust driven spirit it’s actually a pretty deal. Because she thought of you as some one dear to her she did her best to hold herself back when you’d spend time together. Pushing down the desire to just skip right to sex she made time to lend an ear and talk. As well unlike your first meeting, Delilah has sort of sworn off trying to do anything with out your consent. Of course their is sort of a intrinsic agreement silently acknowledged by the both of you that if you summoned her it would end up with her fucking you. Take to long and no matter how much the ghost girl committed herself her instincts would end up taking over, and she’s end up **** you. Even if she didn’t want to.... Hence the sort of irregular summoning schedule, as you had to make ABSOLUTELY sure you were up to get dicked down if you wanted to see Delilah.

Still even with that stipulation, if you could even call it a stipulation as the sex was pretty good, Delilah became a close companion, who under her wing you’ve really kind of blossomed. No longer are you the sort of awkward shy kid at school, now you walk with a sure strut, your self confidence a lot better then it was back in the day. Heck you might almost consider yourself one of the cool kids now, you able to make a lot more new friends, and all in all just able to handle yourself socially with more finesse, and suaveness. You’ve even had a couple of girls who would’ve never given you second glance before wanting to now hook up with you left right and center. This fact sort of being part of the reason why you want to summon Delilah tonight. Besides you looking forward to getting your ass destroyed there is some big news you want to tell her!

“Let’s see here...” You say pulling out the leather bound tome you got online, and flipping through the pages.

You look at the painted star you made on the ground once more, adjusting one of the lit candles at the the bottom as you inspect your line work on the star. Then you begin to chant Latin. Closing your eyes you focus your mind. You picture an image of Delilah. Concentrating you push out any other thoughts besides the phantom bride. You remember her voice, her face, her body, her touch.

The candles on the ground then begin to flicker, you start to chant faster, and louder. The chalk symbols surrounding the star begins to faintly glow. There’s the sudden smell of sulfur in the air, and despite the windows of your room being closed a gust of wind blows through your hair. Your body beings to to tingle with the feeling of static electricity in the air. Easing your hands to the air as you chant even louder, the symbols on the floor are now full lit up. The candles blow in the wind as they look like they are on the cusp of blowing out. The furniture in your room starts to shake. A few books fall from your near by shelf, and your alarm cock rumbles off your night stand to the floor.

Then all the candle flames go out, and a pillar of bright light emerges from the middle of the star. You open your eyes to watch as the beam then condenses to a silhouette of person. The intense shine dimming down to as the outline of Delilah starts to appear. The symbols on the floor no longer glow, and you close the book in your hand as an excited grin then crawls across your face.

“Well, well, well look who it is.” Delilah coos playfully as she floats over from the summoning circle to hover just a few feet in front of you.

“Hi Delilah.” You say still grinning.

“tch Don’t hi Delilah me you brat.” Snaps Delilah, her faux anger not able to hide the playfulness behind her words for even a second.

With click of her fingers you’re swiftly, yet carefully **** to your knees by an invisible ****. The tome dropping out of your hands as this happens.

“Greet me properly.” Delilah orders sticking her foot in your face, her still trying to keep up the act of being mad at you greeting her so casually.

Acquiescing to the command you lean forward, and plant a soft kiss on Delilah’s cute translucent toes. The role play starts immediately, the two of you seamlessly slipping into your respective personas. Delilah’s of course is your commanding mistress, while you are her obedient ****.

It happens almost every time you summon Delilah, the role play that is. It keeps things interesting, between the two of you. One can only go right to sex with out build so many times before it gets boring after all.

There a sense of entitlement in Delilah’s demeanor when she’s in mistress mode, an aura of obviously superiority permeating how she acted, and how she expected you to treat her. Like you’re natural place is serving, bowing to her, and anything else from you would be an affront to the divine nature of the universe it’s self. She commands you obey, it’s just a plain fact of the world. Some as plainly obvious as the sky being blue in morning or gas’s being green. Yet fun as you do find stepping into the role of a lowly ****, right now you have some important news you want to tell Delilah.

“Mistress my I speak?” You ask sweetly in a polite of a tone as you possibly can.

Deliah frowns behind the mask she wears. Her sensing that you really want to pause the play here.

“Ugh fine, but make it quick you know how seeing you again makes get.” She huffs floating down slightly so that she almost eye level with you.

You give a small smile, it nice to hear her compliment you even if it’s woven into annoyance.

“Well... you see I... got a girlfriend....” You say rubbing the back of your neck, eyes flicking off to the side as a small amount of blush comes across your cheeks.

Delilah blinks a few times, her taken aback with surprise for a second or two upon hear the news. You then see her cheeks bulge under the mask indicating she’s now grinning ear to ear.

“Oh now this is big news tell me is that cutie you told me recently transfer to your school!” Delilah’s eyes bright up, her face only a few inches of your own now as she excitedly bobs up, and down in the air.

“Y-yeah her name is Amy he have been going steady for month now.” You scratch at your cheek still a bit bashful as you confess your new flame to Delilah.

“Right Amy, the one whose got this what did you call it, goth style of dress which you to have adopted?” Delilah asks circling you as she looks over your outfit.

The goth style did sort of exist when Delilah was still a living person. Yet more so it’s existence was reserved to actually miscreants, and shady characters. Unlike now a days, back in Delilah’s time you only non confirmed to the standard style of clothes if you were an actual bad apple.

It’s a reality that Delilah still has a hard to treating as normal. It’s really just kind of strange to her that even though your overall look had changed so drastically you are mostly the same as when she first meet you. Through you’re wrapped up in a package of fingerless fishnet gloves, black painted finger nails, a black t-shirt, and dark cargo pants, inside your still the same old submissive who Delilah adores.

“Yeah, and I uhhh sort of told her about you she was totally into the whole supernatural stuff so I couldn’t help myself...” You say nervously rubbing the back of your neck again.

“Oh?”

You just can feel the impish grin behind Delilah’s mask as she rests back as if sitting an invisible chair in the air.

“Y-yeah it wasn’t like I was using you to get laid or something I told her about you only recently, and that’s after we were already in a relationship for a while.” You squirm under Delilah’s gaze, her seeming to love every minute of this.

“And what was her reaction?” Deliah asks, stretching her arms up, lounging back in her seat.

“She didn’t believe me.” You confess.

Ears perking, Delilah sits up eyes shining bright.

“Might I infer that means, what I think it means?” Delilah coos slithering up to your side as she puts an arm around you.

Her cold hand on your arm as you shift Nervously in your stance.

“Y-yeah I promised I would show you to her.” Admitting this has your heart racing you knowing what’s about to come next.

“And what, did you think I would just do something like that for free hmmm?” Delilah hums her voice on the cusp of a giggle.

Of course, you knew this was inevitable. Of course Delilah is going to hold something like this over your head for a favor. Sure it is only fair the ghost girl gets something in return for you using her as a topic to score points with your girlfriend. You’re just a little bit worried about what exactly Delilah is going to use this opportunity to do. Giving her such a big blank check like this.... You just know she’s going to make you pay with interest.

“No, that... wouldn’t be fair...” You squeak as Delilah’s left hand slides down the side of your ribs.

You then let out a small gasp as she then slips her hand under your shirt. Her cool ethereal fingers going right for one of your nipples. The phantom bride gently rubbing your nub between her thumb, and pointer, then doing the same to the other nipple. Her cold touch quickly making your nips become hard.

“And so what are you going to give in return?” Delilah coos, as she then gives your right nipple a sharp pinch.

“Eep, whatever you want!” You exclaim as she then pinches the left.

With that being a confirmation of consent Delilah grins. You feel a prickle on the back of your neck as her eyes begin to zip up, and down your body. Like she was chef inspecting the quality of a cut off meat, trying to decide just how she wants you prepared you before she then devours you.

“Whatever I want huh, well then...” Trailing off Delilah floats over to sit on the edge of your bed.

She then pats her lap.

“How about we start with you getting over my knee?” Chirps the phantom bride you just knowing their is a smile under that porcelain under her mask.

You gulp, looking at the waiting spot on Delilah’s lap like criminal does the gallows. Hesitating for a second or two you clench your fist steeling your nerves before then slowly walking on over to the ghost girl. Swallowing down your anxiousness, you then lay over Delilah’s lap. Submitting yourself completely to her, and her judgment.

“Now isn’t this a pretty sight.” Her words sweet as honey, Delilah looks at your cute butt with a grin.

You jump just a little bit as you her hand slip under your stomach. Feeling around Delilah then undoes the button of your pants. Then come the slow zzzziiiippppp of your zipper coming down, the sound both making your penis start to stir, and your ears burn with humiliation. You can just picture in your mind how you must look right now. Sitting on Delilah’s lap like a naughty child, pants, and underwear slowly being stripped away as you feel her pull down your bottoms with a single hand in the back of your waist band. You clench up as your bare ass, testicels, and legs are exposed to the cool air in the room. Delilah having pulled your underwear, and pants so far down that they are is resting at your ankles. The complete lack of coverage letting Delilah have a good look at both your butt, and your balls. This situation causing another flare up of humiliation, making you burry your face into the mattress out of shame.

Delilah’s softy runs a hand over your left cheek. She admires your naked back side, the two mounds of creamy white flesh just looking so absolutely smack-able.

“Little brat running around trying to chase skirts off of my name, did you really think I would be okay with that?”

Your penis starts to stir as you hear the phantom bride’s tone. It having just a sliver of demeaning bite under her low sensual pitch. The role play now official underway your heart starts to beat faster with a sense of fear, and arousal.

Fear because, despite Delilah really coaxing out your masochist side over the past years you still have a hangs ups about pain play. Sure it can feel good when your already quite stimulated, but going in like this with out even so much as a quick edging... Ohhhh you just know this going to hurt like hell!!!

So much as you try to relax into the erotic aura of the experience you still find yourself all tense. Your stomach doing down right cartwheels as you feel Delilah lift her hand off your ass. She winds up, reaching her arm up, up, up till it’s high in air. Her hand position slightly behind her head as she’s looks to smack you with full ****. There is going to be no holding back from the phantom bride, her going for that for a full 120 arch in her strike.

The amount of **** about to smash down one your ass almost 100% guaranteed to have you hollowing on the first hit! Then it happens Delilah’s hand descends, there’s a whoosh sound as her palm flies through the air, a loud crack that rings through out the room then follows. Everything goes white for a second, then finally you’re hit by the sensation of fire on your right ass cheek.

Smack!

“Owwww!” You cry out, arching your back up only for Delilah to roughly push you back down again with her other hand.

“Hold your self still and take your punishment.” She scolds in voice that demanded respect and obedience, her hand still holding firm at a spot in between your shoulder blades to keep you from lurching up again.

There’s that dominance that gets you all hot an bothered. Despite the stinging pain still radiating from your bottom your cock hardens even more. Her able to feel your member now erect against her left leg, the ghost girl slides her gaze down to the back of your head. You then feel Delilah’s own erect cock poke you in the stomach almost as an attempt to signal that this is turning her on as well. A silent acknowledgment of both your erections is exchanged between the two of you. The physical response of your penis a clear green light to Delilah that she can keep going.

Rasing her hand high above her head again, Delilah makes you wait for the second strike. Letting the tension build, and build within you as she just holds her hand teasingly in the air. You wait.... wait... wait.... wait..... wait.... Delilah taking so long that just when you let your mind foolishly start to think a next spank isn’t coming, she crashes her palm against your left cheek.

Smack!

“Oooooowwwwww!!!” Once more you cry out, this spank being even harder then the last one.

The intensity of the sting double then before you. The pain making it so that you just can’t help but squirm around on Delilah’s knee, though with her iron like holds he has there isn’t much you movement can provide other then a way for you to cope with the pain. Her ghostly form still not able to be moved, or pressed even inch by any amount of **** you can muster even after two years. It’s part of what makes her such a great dom, and a even greater friend. You know with such strength, and powers that if she wanted she could easily take whatever she wanted from you with out so much of asking. Yet the phantom bride never does, she respects you, and cares for you enough to always get your blessing before doing anything to you. Of course right now you’re having some real buyers remorse about giving Delilah free range to do whatever she wants.

Smack!

“Oooowwwchhh!”

You wiggle around on Delilah’s lap some more, you totally helpless as she starts to form a rhythm.

Smack!

“Aaaahhh!”

Your struggling only amuses the phantom bride her loving the way you shake your bottom back, an forth in vain as you try to avoid her unrelenting hand.

Smack!

“Ughhhh!”

Smack!

“Ahhhhh!”

Smack!

“Owwww!”

Smack!

“Oww!”

Smack!

“Owww!”

Smack!

“Ouchhhhh!”

Each hit compounds the pain. Delilah’s aim focused squarely on your sit spots. Her spanking technique absolutely expert, with her keeping a loose soft hand, her snapping the wrist at just the right time to almost make it feel like you were getting hit with a strap, or belt. Ohhh you just know your going to have trouble sitting down for a day or two.

Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!

“OOOoOooOOoWWwwWWWWwWw!!!”

Forgoing the steady pace to then unleash an barrage of slaps your butt Delilah has you thrusting, and pushing against her. You just **** to avoid or alleviate some of the burn on your bum. It’s useless of course, nothing you do really helps due to Delilah restraining you. Yet the amount of shaking your doing now has gotten a bit out of hand for the ghost girl’s liking. Though your resistance isn’t enough to interfere with the punishment there is a limit to how much Delilah will allow you to struggle before it comes off as disrespectful. After all a **** lives for their master, and as such should endure what ever strife their owner inflicts on them with a bit of decorum, and even a small amount of gratitude in Delilah’s opinion. This unchecked show of emotion, allowing such unimportant things like instinct. and natural reactions to get in the way of proper devotion, and submission to her. Well it’s just not something Delilah with allow herself to tolerate.

Seeking to nip the issue in the bud, and get you back on track Delilah then grabs hold of your balls with her spanking hand, and lightly squeezes.

“Stop all the whining show some manners, and take your punishment properly, or else I’ll move on to spanking these next.” Delilah commands, as she tightens her grip around your testicals.

“Eeep, yes mistress, please I’ll be good mistress!” You squeak out a **** apology, the dull sting of pressure around your nuts making you tenses up every muscle in your body.

“Good, good, then let’s continue.” Satisfied you have been throughly reminded fo behave yourself Delilah mercifully let’s go of your balls.

She then places her hand back on you butt, lines up her swing, and.....

Smack!

“Ahhhh!!”

Smack!

“Ughhhhhh!”

Smackl!

“Owwwww!”

Smack!

“Oucchhhhh!”

Smack!

“Oooowwww!!!”

Smack!

“Aaaaaaaa!!”

Smack!

“Ahhhhhh!”

Smack!

“Owwwww!”

Smack!

“Ouch owowowowow please mistress no more!!!” You desperately beg finally reaching your limit as your eyes start to well up with tears.

The pale white skin of your butt now stained with two deep red head prints. Delilah, whose hand is still raised forebodingly over her head, seems to be positively ecstatic. Absolutely enthralled in the moment her eyes shimmer with exhilaration. The thrill of being so firmly planted in the divers seat here makes her heart race with excitement. You over her lap fully under heel, meek, and obedient oh god it turns on the phantom bride so much. Watching a singular tear run down your cheek, she shivers as a wave of arousal shoots up her spine. Look at you... that face pitiful, and cute like a sad puppy. Your butt... her handwork beaten into your very flesh, a sign of your submission and her dominance. Delilah bits her lower lip the power she feels right now making her feel alive, or as close to alive as a ghost can get.

Yet fun as this is Delilah decides it’s time to move on to something else. Partly because she’s showing you leniency, and partly because her throbbing cock craves something to thrust against. So slowly she brings down her arm just to softly pat you on the butt.

“Ahhh.... alright ****.... I think you’ve had enough...” Delilah takes deep breathes in between the sentence her composing herself as that instinct to just go wild is pushing in on the back of mind.

That primal desire trying to highjack the play here. Yet she resists, not only because she doesn’t want to end up accidentally hurting you by switching into that mode to early, but also because she wants to tease you some more. Manifesting her long monster tongue she stretches the appended down to give a comforting lick to each of the ‘wounded’ areas on your ass cheeks. Her tongue, cool with a ghostly chill has you let out a relived sigh as she licks you. The cold a godsend as it helps to relieve some of the stinging from that nasty spanking Delilah gave you. There’s a content rumble from your throat almost like a cats purr as she keeps her tongue on both of the affected spots. In a show of thanks for the comfort your fingers curl round Delilah’s skirt, and you gently rub the side of your head against your leg, again much like a cat. With these two actions together Delilah pictures what you’d look like if you fully leaned into the feline theme. Tails, ears, whiskers, a bell around your neck why you’d just look adorable...

Ah but that’s a thought for another time, a dish for another day. Right now Delilah’s focus is on the present. After a minute or more of lapping at your bottom, and you looking lolled enough in to tranquility she then flicks her finger. At once you’re yanked off of Delilah’s lap, and flown up into the air. A invisible **** holding up you by the arms.

“Woooaaaahhhh!” You exclaim now floating with your legs just dangling.

Delilah then grabs the sides of your bottoms, and in one swift move pulls off your underwear and pants off fully. Your boner now standing straight out while your balls hang in the breeze. Only clothing left on your body is the black t-shirt and fingerless gloves. Wanting you a fully naked though Delilah spins you upside down, and pulls off the shirt and gloves as well. The blood just about starting to rush to your head before she then plops down onto the middle just of the mattress. A little discombobulated you instinctively move your hand to cover your crotch.

“Hiding secrets from me now are we?” Delilah says narrowing her eyes at the spot your hands.

“Uhh no mistress of course not!” You quickly sit on your hands.

The devilish look in Delilah’s eyes and a expectant tapping finger making it clear you need to quickly apologize for your mistake, and bare your penis like she requested. Less you give the phantom what is in her eyes another excuse to punish you.

Even if she’ll leave you be at this moment and not pursue the punishment now due to how tough the recent spanking was on you, Delilah has proven that she has a long memory when it comes to these summoning sessions the two of you have. What she doesn’t take care of now is just something she’s going to spring on you later down the line.

With you now properly exposing your self to her like a good boy, Delilah slowly climbs onto the bed. The cushion of the mattress compressing slightly as she puts the weight of her left knee on the bed. It further bends as she then slides her forward, other leg swooping up so that she’s now at a kneeling position. Noticing her positioning a light bulb then goes off over Delilah head. The phantom bride leans forward, and drops down to all fours. Letting her tongue hang lose like a canines. She then slowly crawls close, emitting a low growl as she bares down do on you. Catching an playful wink as you meet her gaze, you respond to this act by dramatically flopping back on to bed, and brining the back of your hand to your forehead in overly theatrical manner.

“Oh no what am I to do, caught by some undead beast, truly helpless I am, oh woah is me please miss monster show me mercy.” You plead in a high pitched, almost girly voice.

In only seconds the roles have been laid out. You are the tragic, defenseless victim, and Delilah is the big, scary, uhhh wolf type thing that’s about to ‘devour’ you. Delilah growls grow louder, not constrained by simple human vocal cords she actually is capable of some pretty impressive mimicking. Her snarls, and growling so life like as she approaches if any one could hear from outside your room they’d think some sort of wild dog was occupying your bedroom. She then unleashed a loud roar which has you taken a back a for a second.

“Uh mistress?” You speak with a tiny bit of concern in your voice.

Then with lightening like swiftness Delilah closes the three or four feet left between you as she suddenly pounces on you. She lands hard the wind nearly knocked out as she slams into you. You’re left pinned to the bed with each limb held in place by each of her’s. Fear grips your heart, an unhinged look is reflected in Delilah’s irises. A large set of translucent canine teeth then manifest by her masked mouth, and your fear starts to turn to out right panic.

“D-Delilah don’t!” You cry out, thinking the ghost girl must have gotten lost completely in the moment.

Yet Delilah doesn’t listen opening the jaws wide, she then shoots her head forward teeth close on your head and..... Nothing? Your eyes are closed yet your sure the phantom bride had just clamped down on your skull. So why are you still alive, slowly you open your eye to look at what happened. You see that Delilah has indeed bitten you, yet the rows of fangs are harmlessly phased through your flesh. No actually damage has been done to you.

“Heheheh gotcha.” Delilah then laughs, her sitting up on your stomach as she pulls away from your face.

You sit up a bit too no longer held down at the limbs. Confusion on your face, then a look of realization, then finally a frown indignation.

“Ugh really did you have to do that Delilah, I thought I was gonna die.” You complain mumbling that last part of the sentence as you begin to feel quite foolish.

Picking up on that sense of shame just makes Delilah laugh harder, her slapping a knee like it was the funniest joke she ever heard.

“Hahahahhahahahah I really got you going didn’t I huh?” Delilah says, her becoming more amused as she realizes just HOW scared she had you.

You pout in response not thinking the joke so funny.

“Awww come on Doug, you can’t act grumpy it’s mostly your fault after all, like really do you actually think I would harm you after all this time.” The phantom bride flicks you in the forehead, treating your disgruntled attitude as if it’s a valid reaction.

“Hey that was instinctual, unlike you I still have a life left to lose, getting my face eaten isn’t the best way to go either as I have heard.”

“Oh, how do you know that have you been talking to other ghosts besides me?” Delilah raises an eyebrow.

“C-come on I don’t have to speak with some one who has been mauled to **** to know that’s not the way I want to die.” You stutter while waving your hands, desperately trying to not give Delilah the wrong idea.

If she thinks you’re doing something like summoning other spirits well, that’s not just giving her more ammunition for a why she should give you a punishment, that’s giving her a whole nuke to hit you with!

“Calm down, I’m only kidding I know there’s no other petty poltergeist, or half rate wraith out there that would want be able to pull you away from me, especially after all the things I’ve shown you I can do.”

Delilah then gets close again, tenderly she cups your chin. Raising your gaze up to met her eyes the phantom bride then whispers in your ear.

“Now let me taste you.” She hisses, tone assertive yet not hostile.

That tone of entitlement making you all hot, and bothered again. It instantly pulling you down into that submissive space again. Your penis also starting to harden its self once more, it having lost some of its solidity from Delilah’s little scare. Titling her head a bit the ghost girl pushes her head forward, the lower part of her mask making contact with your mouth in sweet kiss. Then you feel it starts to lips, Delilah’s tongue forcing its way into your mouth. That addictive taste coercing a deep exhale from your nose, head getting flooded with dopamine soon as the flavor hits your tongue.

The new invader in your mouth swirls around, slathering itself over every bit of space available, just dripping all of that tasty saliva in every crevice. You break out into muffled gasps of pleasure, the sound of your arousal bringing much delight to the ghost girl currently slobbering all over you.

Delilah continues to aggressively French you. Even with out lips she just smears your mouth against porcelain mask, leaving gleaming trails of your spit on the reflective white material.

Then just as sparks were really starting to fly Delilah breaks the kiss, and her tongue retracts back into her mouth.

“Eghhhh come on Delilah let me taste some more of it.” You whine wanting more of that deliciousness.

“Shh you’ll like this even more.” Delilah coos putting a finger to your lips to silence your complaints.

The phantom bride then rolls over to the side of you, and moves down to where your legs are at. Grabbing you by the knees she pushes your legs up against your stomach, and parts them to the side a little. Delilah then lays down her face right at your back door, your trembling hole winking at her as you can feel her cold ghostly breathe at your entrance. Your hearts skips a beat as you look down at Delilah you only able to see the top of her wedding vail as her face is inches away from your asshole. It’s such an erotic image, such an embarrassing place examined so closely, legs held apart, you spread so that no inch of private flesh is hidden from scrutiny. You turn away, looking off to the side as humiliation and embarrassment surge through you, making you go deep into submission, and making your cock twitch.

lick

“Eep!” You make a sound like some one has just stepped on a mouth as Delilah tongue makes contact with your asshole.

It only a quickly flick, a momentarily caress yet it’s enough to put you on notice. Breathing quicken you clench up, the waiting killing you as Delilah allows you a few seconds to really let the brief touch sink in. You nearly want to scream at her to just put it in already. Violate your butt, claim it with tongue, and turn you into a moaning mess. Sense this desperation, and the rapidly increase of your breathing Delilah then pulls back a second you no longer able to feel her breath you look down to see what is wrong only yo catch the ghost girl starting right at you.

“Say it, I want you to beg me.” Domination permeates every one of her words, she is in control, she holds all the cards here.

“P-p-please fuck me with your tongue!” You exclaim with no hesitation, all of your modesty going out the window as you just a o desperately want something to fill your whole right now.

Delilah then plunges inside of you with one movement, her tongue penetrating the rim of your asshole, and slipping inside. It stings a little, but not to much. Any pain you feel though is quickly forgotten as you experience the sensation of the phantom brides appendage. It’s wet, soft, and warm it’s presence making your body tingle, and your bottom feel al floaty. Then Delilah starts to move her tongue, it pushing forward growing in length while moving apart your inner walls it filling you up more, and more till it reaches as far as it can safely. It just barely making a visible bulge at your lower stomach. The sensation of the entire length of the tongue taking up all this space. Gah it’s like your a thanks giving turkey that has been stuffed with an smiley eel.

“Mmmmmm.” You groan trying to take a second to get used to the sensation of Delilah’s licker inside of you.

Yet the ghost girl doesn’t give you that chance. Wanting to keep you on your toes she moves right on to the next act she has planned.

“Ahhh!” You yelp, as suddenly the pressure against your inner walls start to increase.

Every thing gets tighter, and you can feel sensitive flesh starting to be stretched even further. Delilah giggles an impish grin under her mask as she see your finally start to react to what’s she’s doing. Her little trick is that her tongue is slowly growing in girth. Inflating, and expanding in mass like a ballon or an inflatable but plug, she brings an ever increasing discomfort to your rear as she gets bigger, and bigger. Yet to balance out the bad their is also some good. As with intruding licker pressing outwards it also starts to slowly press your prostate. This causing sort of ‘fluffy’ like pleasure to gradually build. With it being as your prostate becomes flatter, and flatter the cotton soft arousal deepening into dizzying poignancy.

What ever you feel in your anus is mirror in your cock. The exact sensations transferring over as due to your repeated encounters with Delilah, and you consuming her sweet tasting salvia you have under gonna a small mutation. It’s something you found out during your first encounter, and experience first hand then to. The linking off your anal pleasure to your penile pleasure, you able to experience any pleasing sensations going on in your butt as if it was happening to your cock. Of course it’s something you could have avoided as you knew that consuming Delilah’s saliva would lead to this. This is something you actively pursued you greedy taking the phantom brides delicious nectar every time her tongue came into your mouth. After all temporary change which eventually become a permanent really had no down sides in your eyes.

It made getting anal an absolute blast, which made hooking up with girls not as much of a intimidating thought. Those instances where you’d timidly decline a girl at school’s offer for sex due to the fear of having to take it in the ass were long past. Now you jump at the thought of getting pounded. Heck, these days you’ll fool around with a girl in your school at least twice or three a month, and ever since you reinvented as goth and gained a really boost in confidence the quality in girls have gone up significantly.

Now those of the female persuasion who before would’ve never gave you a second glance have started approaching you. There are even a few repeat offenders, girls looking to get second after blowing their load in your bum. You aren’t like a super star in school or the most sought after guy of course, but you definitely feel like you’ve moved up in the social hierarchy there. One of the big draws you think that keep bringing girls back is how much you moan in bed while taking a pounding. Due to your ass, and cock sharing pleasure you vocalize quite a lot when you have a cock in your ass. Makes the girls really get an ego boost as when they start fucking, your nothing but moans, and whimpers you the whole time!

“Ahhhh!” Speaking of moans a small cry leaves your lips as your prostate is smushed another inch.

Then Delilah stops, and starts to shrink the mass of her tongue. The stimuli decreasing you catch your breathe only to then again exhale all of the air out your limbs as Delilah then re-inflates again.

“Ahhh!” You exclaim once more, the sensation like a zap of pure feathery pleasure.

A singular bead of pre cum leaks from the head of your erect cock, and rolls down your shaft. Then there’s a retraction, and again, an expansion.

“Ahhh!” You involuntarily buck up into the air, arching your back to lift your hips off the bed only to the fall back down a second later.

Delilah then starts to form a rhythm her ‘pulsing’ her tongue every second or two. Which sends you into a continuous fit of squirming, and moans.

“Ah ehhh abhhh Ohhhh erghhhh!” You belt out a series of girly noises, Delilah not letting up as she continues to **** your nerves.

Hands all trembling you pull at the mattress, and fumble around with the sheet till you then feel Delilah interlocking her dainty digits with your fingers. Moving your legs to hang over her shoulder she keeps your spread open like this while also freeing up her grasp to provide you some comforting hand holding. With the small gesture you stabilize some what no longer quivering about so much you grit your teeth. and try to stay still as much as you can. Attempt to be good Delilah take it like a good boy, relaxing your ass you try to give her more room to work with, letting her ravish you even harder.

“Heheh, so squirmy aren’t you hmmm.” Delilah purrs soothingly running her thumb back, and forth on the outside of your hand.

“Erghhhh.” A high pitched girly moan is the only response you are able to provide.

“Noisy to, here I got something to keep that mouth of yours occupied, and quiet.”

With that Delilah rolls in place, you able to feel her tongue spin inside of you as she flips from her stomach to her back. Then while still keeping her face buried between your cheeks, she floats up her body till she looks like she balancing on her head. Of course Delilah isn’t preforming some sort of circus act as continuing her path she rotates herself until she’s at the perfect sixty nine position. Delilah’s dress then dissipates, and she is left naked. Smooth translucent body now bared to the work ever sex curve, and contour so close to your own naked form. This leaves her on top of you, and her rock hard cock poking against your cheek while she’s still tongues your asshole. It becomes obvious this was the thing Delilah was referring to keeping your mouth occupied. Not even needing any encouragement you let the ghost girls cock slip past your lips. Half way in sub space that submissive instinct kicks in making you accept, no search out more ways for you to be completely dominated. Completely taken down, and put in your place. The humiliation turning into fuel for pleasure as your masochism flares up.

“I didn’t even ask, and already your taken my cock into your mouth?” Delilah grins her giving a lighthearted roll of the eyes, as if to say ‘well it can’t be helped’.

She then begins to move her hips plunging her cock deeper down past your lips, a detectable taste of sweet salt as she slider her member over your tongue.

“You know I almost miss the days when you weren’t as experienced, all timid and shy, always needing me to encourage you ever time we would fool around, where did the days go?” Delilah sighs her reminiscing while she continues to push her cock in.

A lewd gurgle is the only reply your able to muster as the phantom bride’s member starts to enter your throat. It’s large girth, bigger then a soda can keeps your tongue pressed down, and your jaw open wide. This leaving you unable to make human speech. You seemingly sentenced to just cute moans, gurgles, and squeaks. All of which you make as Delilah goes balls deep, her not stopping to the entirety of her length is hilted down your throat.

“Ughh ahhhh haaaaa egherrhhhh!” Slowly she inches in, the ghost girl letting out a satisfied sigh as her balls press up against your nose.

This leaving your face firmly planted into her sack, your vision partly obscured by the phantom bride’s large nuts.

“Haaa there we go, now then brace yourself Doug I’m gonna blow that submissive little mind of yours.” States Delilah, voice all going up an octave as she’s acts all cheery.

Now you’re filled at both ends tongue in your ass, cock in your mouth. Oh your body just tingles as you feel so filled so warm. To boot your cock is also pressed between yours stomach and Delilah’s upper abdomen. Tip of you dick sitting just under her boobs, member so tantalizingly close to nestling between Delilah’s large breasts. Not giving you even a second to adjust to this new intimate position, Delilah starts to move again. Beginning to, as promised start the process of blowing that submissive little mind of yours.

Rocking her entire body forward both tongue, and member pull out of you half way. Then a second later she sways back, and fills up the empty space in your holes again. Not only that, but the phantom bride makes it so that your not just a passive part in this. With her knees on your shoulders she bends her legs back, and uses the bottom of her soles to push against the back of your head. Her toes clenching a few strands of your hair hair just to add extra grip. This forces your forward, and makes involuntarily bob on her cock. This resulting in you giving a rough **** blow job, Delilah smiling happily as she is reward from this with a deeper level of pleasure.

Now a real pace can be set, Delilah thrusting her hips, and using her feet to make you swallow her length, while simultaneously drilling deeper in your ass, and then reeling back her long tongue. The warm damp appendage making an effort to directly push against your prostate every time it lurches ahead to bulge out at your lower tummy.

The entire scene is like watching some sort of strange lewd rocking horse. Each round you make from back, to forth, back to forth, is a wave of please for you and the ghost girl. With it being particularly intense for you, having no control in the speed, of tempo you just at the mercy of Delilah while she barrages you with a smorgasbord or wildly different physical stimulation. It all so uniquely different, yet all coming together in perfect harmony to tear your mind asunder. With your brain just going pure white right now, spit dribbling down your chin with Delilah violates your mouth. The whole room feels like it’s gone and your just floating on pure, air. Even if you had the ability to speak right now you couldn’t as you are so lost in ecstasy. Entire brain lost in flashes of dopamine, oxytocin, norepinephrine.

Hands starting to shake again, you dig your fingers into the mattress sheet as you hold on for dear life. Grip so tight your white knuckled as you do your best to endure, and take though every part of you feels like shaking, and flailing. Delilah then goes harder, her thrusting her cock into your mouth with more ****, reaching new depths as she wills her cock to grow two, three, four more inches. Supernatural powers allowing her sex to reach a nearly pytton like length of twenty inches! The ghost girl really wanting to occupy as much as your body as safely possible. Like an army conquering foreign land, every inch she takes is a show of her power. Her hands then trail down your legs, rubbing and stroking she provides gentle caresses to the hairless skin. This act by Delilah meant to be soothing for you, and she knows with the added inches it’s going to be even more of an ordeal to deep throat her dick.

“Ahhh haaaaa hows that head of yours Doug, is it all gone like I said?” Delilah asks just revealing in every little twitch, and movement your body makes.

A sputtering dribble of spit, and loud gag seems to be your answer as some where deep in subconscious you desperately try to reply to your mistress’s voice. The one pulling you along this ride, this journey. The center of your existence in this moment. You only living right now for her, and the sensations she brings.

Mouth, ass totally alive with activity, one would be forgive for thinking your member is being neglected. Yet that non stop twitching penis of yours tells a difference story. In fact your cock specifically is drowning in an ocean of ecstasy as not only does it receive the stimulation form your anus, but also sensation from it being stuck between yours, and Delilah’s bodies. As the phantom bride glides, and grind herself against you, shuffling forwards and back. Your dick is being pushed, and pressed even slipping into the tight softness between Delilah’s breasts. As when she rocks her body back you slip right into that perfect spot betwixt her bosom. Her soft delicate breasts smothering, enveloping your cock in firm, yet delicate flesh that makes your head buzz.

“MmmmhMmm Mmmhmmmm MMmmhmmmm MMMMMhMmmmm!”A constant stream of your own muffled moans fill your ears, joining the cacophony of wet slaps, and clapping of flesh.

You don’t know how much long you can hang on. The pleasure just assaulting you form every conceivable avenue.

“Haaaa haaaa haAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Delilah then emits a pant that warps into a high pitched shriek.

It seems like she’s coming close to the peak of the mountain to. Her speeding up again, ballsack actually beginning to actually hurt now as it smacks against your face, due to just how hard and fast she’s going. Each plap against your nose like some ones whacking you in the face.

“HAaaaaaa closessssss fucckkkkk Dougggg are you ready, are you r-ready?” Delilah stutters as she speaks really trying to hold it together now as she’s right on the edge.

The phantom bride shakes, and shivers her balls retracting up as the cum in her testicals churn. All that warm sticky cum ready to shoot any second. Then it happens, Delilah hits the point of no return. Fire works explode in her mind as her orgasm crashes into her.

“Errrrggggggggaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Delilah screams at the top of her lungs, surely waking up every house on your block if not for her magic keeping everything in your room silent to the outside world.

Hot creamy love juice explodes from the head of her dick. The volume so much it’s less like a rope, and more like just one big glob. Her cock just pouring out shot after shot, it’s like a faucet on full blast. That warm sticky cum being blasted straight down your esophagus, and into your tummy. Still even as she cums Delilah doesn’t sit idle. Wanting to ride the white lightening, the (white in this instance being jizz) the ghost girl pistons herself in and out your your mouth. Going all the way from base to tip, with she thrusts, and buck she’s bounces vigorously against your face dick tingling, and pulsing so much it feels like it’s vibrating in your throat.

At the same time Delilah also bottoms out in your ass. The inner walls of your bottom a blaze, as your colon is stretched to capacity. Caught within that burning sensation is also the presence deep pleasure. As while she is filling up every inch of your back door orifice the phantom bride makes a effort to creat a indent by the lower part of her tongue. This bump about twice as big and wide, as a pointer finger pokes directly at your prostate. It smushes, and smooshes your boy button sparks going off in your head while the finger like extremity bullies your prostate. It’s nearly like a small boxer has challenged your bottoms pleasure to a one on one. Mini strikes come from every available angle, small jabs, pokes, and prods having your brain go white for a few seconds. Then the weird finger tongue thing presses down with an insurmountable amount of ****. This flattening your special sphere till it’s almost like a pancake, the resulting pleasure so mind bending your eyes roll back into your head, and buck upward thrusting your dick against Delilah’s breasts. In silence you shed seed spunk spilling out of your cock head with the power of a rocket. Right now you’d be bellowing out your euphoria for the whole word to hear if not for the massive amount of jizz you are current ingesting.

So as you’re condemned to a noiseless release, the only proof of your orgasm is Delilah’s breasts, and stomach which you are currently coating in thin layer of sticky white.

“Hhhhhhaaaa ahhhhhhhh!” Another lewd shout escapes Delilah’s lips as her orgasms reaches another interval of arousal.

Blasting straight off the mountain, and into the stratosphere she digs her nails in your legs. A frenzy taking over the phantom bride as she deposits all of her pent up lust into your mouth. More, more, more, higher and higher she sores the physical stimuli mixing with the mental satisfaction of dominating you so throughly. Your much smaller dick left only to cum from being crushed between the two of your bodies, and Delilah’s large breasts. No pussy, no mouth, no ass, no hole to receive your seaman you are left to the humiliating fate of all your spunk being uselessly shot out onto your own, and Delilah’s skin. It really puts in perspective just how much of a status difference there is. As while the pleasure the two of you experience is about the same, Delilah’s seed finds its home in your mouth, with you are **** to orgasm without a partner willing enough to take your spunk. Delilah is above such a thing, no you don’t get to have a privilege like cumming into her. Don’t you dare even think such a moronic thought.

This humiliation submerges you deeper into sub space your head becoming ever more bubbly, and body becoming more aware of all the sensations going on. You taste the sweet saltiness from Delilah’s cum. The discomfort, and dull zaps of arousal on your prostate. The enveloping flesh around, your cock. Shoot up into space as well, you join Delilah in heaven. Brain now gone to that same place in paradise that she is, it feels like your souls are becoming woven together. So close so intimately tangled up, in a mess of sex, orgasm. You don’t even know where you begin, and she ends.

Once last powerful shot then spits from both of your members, and then at last the two of you start to careen back to earth. Slowly you begin to come down from your high. The tension in your muscles dissipates and simultaneously you both fall back onto the bed limp.

Delilah seems to be the only one with gas in the tank as she takes the the time to un-hilt her now spent, and rapidly soften cock from your throat. The member slips from your mouth with an audible pop, a singular drip of spit rolls down your chin as her penis pulls away. On top of that Delilah fades her tongue out of existence, giving your now sore ass some much needed rest. You feeling so lose right now you could probably slip a base ball in your butt if you waned.

The ghost girl then swings a leg over to un-mount you. Flopping backwards on the bed she lays next to you on the mattress, the both of you taking long slow breathes as you try to get back some stamina.

While you lay their Delilah lazily slides her hand up her stomach as she shifts around to find a more comfortable position to rest in. In doing so she accidentally touches her left breast and feels something sticky. Pressing the substance between her fingers as she brings it up to her face she sees it’s your cum. Just one droplet of the many many other you sprayed across the ghost girls figure as you came.

“Guess I can’t leave things a mess now.” Delilah sighs though these a tinge of pride in her tone as she over to your spunk soaked skin.

Delilah then starts to move back over to you. Crawling over to you her movement is slowly, yet graceful gleaming eyes reminiscent of a proud cat’s as she crawls to you.

“Delilah please just-just give me a second here.” You impore the ghost girl thinking there is about to be some more teasing on the way.

Instead though Delilah gently strokes the side of your face with a comforting caress.

“Shhh, shhhh, shhhh, do you really think I don’t know your limits by now, I’m just going to give you a quickly clean up.” She whispers pitch soothing, though there still lies a slight possessiveness in her voice.

A bit of residual need to control bleeding over from her leaving mistress mode so recently. Yet putting your trust into the phantom bride you turn your cheek to her, giving her a sign of your consent. With permission given Delilah’s tongue slithers out from the smooth porcelain jaw of her mask. Swaying side to side the tongue slowly descends on to your body. Once making contact it starts to sweep across your skin, collecting, and lapping up the cum which stains you. Delilah’s tongue moves with a kind touch, it treating you with the utmost delicacy while slobbering away all the jizz. It’s almost like a being at a spa in a sense. You get clean, and the process in which you get clean is quite enjoyable. From head to toe, Delilah tongue swirls around your body floating from one spot to another as it doesn’t miss a single drop. Once clean completely Delilah feeling a bit impish, gives you a few more licks just for fun.

She laps her way down your stomach till she reaches your navel, circling round rim she then dips the tip of her tongue to tickle your belly button. You rewarding the playful interaction with a tired yet adorable giggle.

“So you can be gentle...” A degree of cheekiness on your face as you point out this delicate treatment is sort of rarity from Delilah.

“Are you giving me attitude, I’ll turn you over my knee if I think detect any sass here.” Delilah cocks her head to the side as she talks, you unable to discern if she’s just joking by just her voice alone.

Her porcelain mask preventing you from gleaming any context clues from what ever expression she has hidden away. Still as after your short rest you lack any fear of a punishment right now. Fatigue gone, the only thing left over from your fuck with Delilah is the after glow. Feeling so satisfied right now, you feel down right invincible, hell your so hopped up on bliss you feel like you could take on a freight train, and win!

“I’m not scared I can taken any thing you can dish out-w-WOAHhhh!” Jumping to your feet to throw down the gauntlet at Delilah, your momentary surge of bravado is cut short as all at once fatigue sets in.

Your legs collapse out from under you, and you find yourself tumbling back onto the bed looking up at the ceiling with out even the strength to lift a finger. Turns out you didn’t regain your energy, that was just the numbness setting in. Feeling foolish, you now are in the sorry state of looking like a deflated ballon. Probably only got as much strength as one to, as Delilah when holds your arm up, she watches it as immediately flop back down the second she lets go.

“Uhhh on second thought never mind all that hehe...” You laugh an underlining sense of nervousness detectable in your tone as come down from your high and realize how **** you are.

Biting your lower lip you hope Delilah is feeling merciful. You’ve already racked up quite a bit of punishment debt this sessions already.

“Punishments will be dealt out next time, both for you being rebellious, and for you just being stupid.” Delilah smirks under her mask, punctuating her decree with a flick to your for head.

You groan, ahhhh next meeting with the phantom bride is really going suck. Already you shutter to think of what sort of sadistic discipline you’ll have to endure next time you summon the ghost girl. Mind casting back to a time where she rode you like a horse, and slapped your balls as you crawled all the way around your room. Ugh, fun as it is during sex that creativity of her’s can be a real danger when it comes to paying penance. With that there’s then an awkward silence in the room. A minute or two goes by the only sound audible the sound of rain fall starting to come down out side. You and, Delilah both turn towards the window, then exchange perplexed glances.

“It’s... happened again your not fading away as fast as you used to.” You say to the phantom bride pointing out the oddity.

“Yeah, it’s seems to be happening more and more during our visits.” Delilah replies, eyes narrowing as she brings a hand to her face as if she was inspecting a faulty part to a machine.

“Is that a bad thing, like I don’t want you to end up being trapped on this side.” A expression of concern is planted on your face as you speak.

“The time you stay here after we fool around it just seems to get longer, and longer I’m worried about you...” The mood in the room suddenly turns gloomy as you look down at your chest.

Though it’s nice to spend more time with Delilah you know her true place is In heaven no doubt reunited with her husband. If you summoning her had any chance of messing that up, well the only thing that would be haunting you is guilt. Delilah means a lot to you, she’s not some one you’d want to hurt like that.

The ghost girl then looks up at the ceiling, you able to see her brow furrow through the side of one of the mask’s eyeholes. Turning she slips her hands under your arm pits, pulling you from the crumpled mess your currently stuck into to a leisurely laying position on the bed. Scooting over she lays on her back next to as she again casts her gaze upwards. Hands folded neatly on her chest the ghost girl just stares aimlessly for a second. Her seems to be pondering what you just asked.

“I think...” She pauses the words forming slowly syncing with gears that are turning inside of her head.

There is a long moment of silence, the phantom debating internally if she show tell you this or not.

“I think... it’s because I’m not satisfied yet.” Delilah states her looking down at her own body as if looking inwards to see what exactly the problem is.

“You want to go another round, well I don’t know, I don’t think I got the strength left for that can at least take a quick nap or something first?” You ask, good as the sex is your quite worn out right now, so some rest is really needed.

“No, no it’s not about sex, I mean can we just lay here and talk?” Delilah asks her speaking in a reserved tone that almost sounds unnatural coming from her.

The phantom bride almost always has this air of go go go, always being high energy and having a drive to not sit still or take it easy. Her slowing down like this well it’s something that to your knowledge is completely alien to the ghost girl. Though while this kind of attitude from her is unusual, Delilah doesn’t seem to be upset or anything. There isn’t a sense of melancholy or, anything like that about her. Just a sort of calm....

“Sure we can talk if you want.” You reply turning your gaze up to the ceiling as well to join Delilah’s.

A warmth then starts to grow in your chest. There’s a sense of peace that swirls around both you, and Delilah. Your hearts reach out to one another, growing affection reinforcing link between you to, as some thing in your relationship has just irreversible changed. It’s a good change though, a change that makes the two of you more powerfully. It’s like it’s gone through an evolution. Your bond so much stronger, your fondness for each other so much stronger. You don’t know what you’d call this thing you have with the phantom bride. It’s kind of hard to define it or put it into words, are you kindred spirits, entangled fuck buddies, fellow destined companions? Whatever label you call it, it’s something special, something good. Something that you that you’ll treasure with all your heart for years, and years to come...