Yes, yes finally it is time to get pounded into oblivion!

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With one powerful thrust of the hips Delilah slams her cock all the way into you.

“Oh FUCK!” You Yelp as your mouth pops open, and your tongue lawls out of your mouth.

Delilah’ cock shaft pushing right up against your prostate as this position of you in her lap has her dick hitting your insides at an diagonal angle.

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Another powerful thrust, the pain, an pleasure hitting you like a shot blast to your chests. You throw your head back, spine curving like a backwards C as you arch up your back. In just two plaps the ghost girl has already made a mess out of you. Mind a dull buzz of activity, as the dopamine flooding your head drowns out any coherent thought.

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Three more times Delilah rams it to you. Her putting all the **** she can into her thrusts, her ass jiggling as she shuffles back, and forth on the mattress to pump her dick in an out of you. The ghost girl reeling back her entire length every time before she explodes forward, and crashes into you. Her smashing against the special boy button in your butt, and causing a visible bulge to emerge in your lower belly every time she forces all of her member inside you.

“Mmmhmhmhmhmhmhmb there’s that look, the way your eyelashes flutter and those stars behind your irises, god you are just adorable right now.” Delilah giggles in low predatory pitch.

Pulling you close she then pulls down the top of her worn wedding dress baring her chest. Delilah’s tits spring free as the confines of the clothe is moved away. Fingers then grabbing a tuff your hair the ghost girl shoves your face in between her boobs. Instinctively you try to pull away yet her left hand on the back of your head keeps you pinned against her bosom, and unable to pull away. Her breasts, large and squishy make it feel like you’re being held into the softest pillows you have ever felt. Them so lush, and smooth, having just the right feelings of softness, and firmness. So enveloping are the ghost’s luscious tits if it weren’t for her being see through you would be totally blinded by her massive mounds.

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Manwhile her right hand digs her long nails into your ass. The ghost girl vandalizing your bottom with streaks of white stripes as she drags the tips of her fingers over your sensitive skin. You acutely aware of every line she draws as even though you can’t see it, you can clearly FEEL the presence of sharp stinging lines begins manifested by the pain Delilah delivers by dragging her nails over your butt.

Up and down, up and down she scratches over your flesh. Razor like pain following her almost claw like nails while they scrape all over your bottom. The scene reminiscent of a large cat slashing up a tree to mark it’s territory. Warning others that this belongs to them, that you belong to her...

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Then three more quick shots slam into your ass.

“Hahah, It’s turning all red now.” Delilah laughs as the scratches on your ass start to turn from a pure white to a dull red.

A pretty

She gives you another three shots.

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“Not even a minute has passed and your already a mess.” Delilah laughs, her looking down to see drool leaking from your mouth into a small pool between her translucent tits.

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Four more shots. Materializing that long monstrous tongue of her’s she then slips it in between your face and her breasts, a trail of glowing ooze left on your cheek as she laps up your salvia before dissipating the appendage again.

“Yummy.” Says Delilah with a low growl.

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“You taste good haaaa.... want to taste more of you....” Delilah’s purrs in a low throaty pitch that nearly sounds like predatory growl.

She’s then switches positions, letting gravity take her, she rolls back wards on the mattress with you in toe. The room spinning around briefly before you then land with you back on the bed, and Delilah on top of you. Some how her cock managing to still stay inside of your as she practically preformed some sort of judo flip on you. Now staring up at her you see that her tongue has reappeared, it swaying back and forth like a pendulum as Delilah make more animatic growls. Her wedding vail, and long hair float outward as if some sort of heavy wind was blowing it upwards. A green energy starts to seep out from the ghost girl’s body, illuminating the area on and around your bed as her irises flicker with a bright lime colored flame.

“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Throwing her head back Delilah then lets out a manic high pitched laugh that chilled your bone.

She tears at her own wedding dress, ripping and clawing the fabric. You’re frozen to the spot, watching in awe as she slashes what was left of her already ruined marriage garb into nothing but scraps littering the bed. A spill of unhinged giggles follow as Delilah looks at the sight. Her laughing at it like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Scooping up a few shreds, she starts just throwing handfuls of her fabric into the air to watch it rain down like confetti. The phantom bride laughing like a maniac the entire time. The scraps get every where with a few stray bits even scattering across your bare chest, and getting in your hair as they float to the ground like snow.

After Delilah finally stops flinging stuff in the air you look to now see that Delilah is completely nude expect for the mask, and wedding vail. What is left of her modesty now just a mess of clothe scattered across your room. Not a stitch of coverage, her exposed figure allows you to watch her muscles twitch and tense. Letting you witness her bare chest rapidly rising and falling with her quickening breath. The air about her now alive with an aura of a hungry monster. Delilah’s obliteration of her clothes apparently the destruction of the last bit of temperance she has as the ghost girl allows her self to go completely feral.

Physical body jittery as muscle ripple under her translucent skin, mentally unhinged, the now down right terrifying in appearance ghost looks back down at you with such an manic gaze that her eyes nearly seem to be vibrating in place. A sense of primal fear coming over you, every instinct tells you to run like hell. That if you say this lust filled spirit will break you in ways not even thought possible. Your mind will be forever altered by the things she is about to do to you. With the worst part of that realization being that some where deep down, you want that to happen. Swirling round the back of your mind, in the purely degenerate corners of brain actively lies a yearning to just let this spirit destroy you so bad you will never be the same again. Yet no, nononononono!!! Panic floods your system as logic returns. You quickly try to unhilt yourself from Delilah’s dick, desperately trying to make a run for it.

Yet in a flash your wrists are pinned above you, and Delilah presses her memeber upwards right against your prostate. A wave of feathery ecstasy, and stinging tightness as your inner walls are stretched send you spinning. You go cross eyed, and see pure white. The intense mix of sensation makes your whole body go numb. Everything except your half chub cock going flaccid as you become a rag doll and fall back onto the mattress as all of your limbs go completely slack. You looking a soft, and smooth, as all your tendons un-tense, and all your muscles relax leaving the contours or what little tough features of your physique you had to reseed under flesh, and skin.

Stuck as a crumpled limp noodle of a mess on the bed now, Delilah gazes at you while a look of triumph starts to spread across her face. Even with the ceramic mask obscuring her features the ghost girl’s giddiness is clear. The air about the ghostly spirit radiating a sense of glee, and conquest that you can almost taste. She revels in your helpless position, and the fact that with one real thrust from her cock with any amount of actual power knocked any amount of fight you might of had out you. With the reality being that it was so easy for the ghost brings forth a fresh wave of humiliation to bruise your ego.

With no where to go, and the ghost girl looming over you like a dark shadow all you can think to do is beg her for mercy. Yet you don’t get the chance to even get a word in. As the second you try to open your mouth to croak out some pathetic plea she dives her head forward, and shoves her tongue into your mouth. The size of the unnatural licker fills the entirety of your mouth, and forces your jaw open to its limit. It completely stealing your ability to talk as it then quickly serpentines down past your uvula, and into your throat. Your eye’s widen, and your stomach drops deeper then a pit as it slithers a good nine or ten inches down your esophagus. A few unintelligible noises are all you can make at an attempt of resistance. You not able to even form words as the volume of space Delilah’s tongue takes up makes it so that your **** to keep your head completely still. Any movement at all ending up activating your gag reflex and causing you to violently cough, or sputter on the appendage occupying your windpipe. Meaning biting down is out of the question, not that your sure it would do any good as Delilah has proven multiple times you can’t really hurt her.

“MMHHHMMMM!!!” **** terror sending pin pricks all over your skin while violated in a way you’ve never even thought possible you let out a pathetic muffled yelp.

“MHMMMM MHMMMM MMHMMMM!” Then follows more screams by you, goosebumps rippling across your skin as hot panic makes you start to cold sweat.

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The phantom bride however ignores your cries. With you now stuffed at both ends like pig on a spit roast Delilah starts to fuck you again. Plunging into you over and over, a loud clap of her flesh against yours audible as her pelvic area smacks against your ass.

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A flurry of thrusts travel through your anal channel. Delight tingling through your entire body as pain, and pleasure, comes with each deep plunge into you. Your weak inner walls bullied by this anal intruder as it. Then as Delilah continues going balls deep, the ghost girl’s tongue gets into the mix. It retracts, and expands, the tongue roughly massaging your as it fucks your throat. It’s a sensation that has your head spinning. Not only due to where you are being fucked. You having no real experience with oral, especially not with something thing this strange and intrusive. Yet it’s also HOW you are being tongue-throat fucked that leaves you struggling.

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Unlike Delilah’s cock which mostly stays a rigid mass which brings both aches, and ecstasy. The ghost girl’s dick not allowing much give, as sensitive flesh is stretched, and your nerves are torched with a burning sensation. Delilah’s tongue on the other hand is a lot more forgiving on your throat, it a being lot more soft and squishy. Yet still even without it being painful you aren’t one bit okay with what is happening right now! While it still provides you more then enough room to comfortable breathe, and cause no pain as it fucks you just the way the tongue navigates around your windpipe has you on edge. It swirls, and circles down round the inside of your throat every time it extends forward, like a live snake slithering round a hovel. Such alarming mental image makes you shiver, an ice cold chill running up your spine. This follows by another thousand terrible, far fetched thoughts that put you so on edges it feels like your heart is about to explode!

Then the emotional turmoil draws back for a second, as then your sense of touch grabs your attention. Delilah’s tongue starts to wind down, and it’s movements become a lot more slow, and thoughtful. It now actively being very, very gentle. Rubbing, stroking, even tickling you a little as it softly slides around. Breathing starting to slowly a little your mind starts to settle as you try to get used to the strange sensation attempting to focus on the positive aspects of its feel.

This actually works some what, the physical tingling you get from the tongue in your throat pushes away any worrying negative thoughts. A wave of clam washing over you as the weird squirming in your neck starts to kind of feel good. It’s gentle actually not only a exotic experience is rather pleasant. The way the taster moves in your throat only able to be described as gentle massage in the absolute strangest of places. With of course the added on arousal, and shame of being mouth **** of course.

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However the feel, and tenderness of this intruder in your windpipe isn’t what you focus end up focusing on, oh no no no. It’s in fact a constant flow of glowing liquid that starts secrete from the tongue. It kind of difficult to swallow all at once. Yet hard as it is to **** down the pure volume of spittle you are being **** fed you find taste of it is absolutely immaculate. It’s better then any food, or drink you have ever had in your entire life. The slime tasting of every sweet confection imaginable all wrapped up into one convenient harmonious flavor. Honey, sugar, cake, candy, chocolate, it’s all mixed to perfection.

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Immediately you become hooked on the taste, ceasing your screams your focus switching from resisting to gulping down every drop of this flowing stream of deliciousness. You sucking on the appendage like a puppy feeding on it’s mother. Yet just as you were enthralled in feasting, Delilah’s tongue then retracts completely from your mouth. It retracting to leaving you lapping at the air as you in desperately try to stretch out your neck to get that taste back in your mouth.

Yet in its saddening absence comes a growing warmth in your belly. It a lively fire, not pain full or discomforting, but boiling with passion. The strange heat in your stomach then gradually traveling through out the rest of your body. From your toes to your finger tips, every cell in you seems to crackle, as if your nerves have been super charged. Everything then becomes that much more sensitive, you realizing that the liquid you drank from Delilah’s tongue must of had some aphrodisiac like proprietors.

“Ahhhh ahhhh Ahh hhaaaaaa ahhhhh hhaaaaa.” A stream of non stop whimpers leave your mouth.

You’re shaking like a leaf, every inch of you feeling like it’s alight with stimulation. It’s like you can feel places that you didn’t even know you could feel from. The whole of your body feeling like it’s become one giant nerve ending. Delilah seeming to be acutely aware of the effects her slime has had on your body, roams her hands around as she assaults even more of your senses. Fingers skittering to tickle, nails scratching, pitching, palms cupping, and caressing, the phantom bride hits you with an a ray of different attacks. All the wildly differ avenues of titlation more dizzying then smack to the head with a sledgehammer. Your brain just a mess of rushing hormones, and synapses firing off in multiple directions.

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Your cock throbs now as the anal pleasure from your ass now some how projects the sensation of penile stimulus. Every thrust now making your dick feel tight, and the head leak even more as even though nothing is making contact with your penis the touch of something can still be felt. At first you think it’s perhaps like the tingling of ecstasy is coming straight from your dick it’s self. That rather then the stimulation coming from some kind of external contact, your cock is just natural inducing these delightful feelings. More particular the pleasure you feel seems to be some how directly in connection with your prostate some how. A bizarre link now formed between the two pleasure centers which certainly isn’t typical. J-just what the hell is going on?!?!

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“Hehe... that look on your face... guess the change has... finally happened?” Delilah speaks through grunts, a knowing twinkle in her eye giving away she is aware of EXACTLY what’s happening to you.

“Wha-wha-t-t?” The words don’t come out right as you move your lips.

It’s so hard to think now let alone talk. Again a sharp stab of panic swells with in your chest, you scared by this odd change in your body. Is this okay, has anything else warped with in you, are you dying?!?! Though this chaotic dopamine rush of new found pleasure has you on a high, these vexations and paranoia spoil your ecstasy. You completely unable to relax, or even really enjoy it while so many unanswered questions swirl in your mind. Your distress so clear as day that even Delilah takes notice of this fact.

Despite her still savagely sodimizing you, her nature as a ghost makes it easy to sense how you’re feeling, even with the rough loving making going not between the two of you. Normally the ghost girl is content to ignore, such petty troubles of whatever “lover” she’s with. She is a ghost after all, sex with a terrified unwilling partner is something she’s used to doing. Yet with you being so nice to her, showing kindness, and concern for her feelings, for her well begin... Her conscious won’t permit her to treat you with such callousness. So as herculean of a task it is, Delilah resolves herself to devote some of her focus into putting your mind at ease. Brining her jackhammer pace to a only a light drilling, she slows down her thrusts enough to let not of you clear your heads.

“Ahhh haaaa, You don’t have to be alarmed ya know, while I’m not familiar with all of the particular ins and outs, a lot of this go above my head, but in short swallowing some of my special ectoplasm has evolved your physical form, think it has some to ergh... to do with the slime being a living part of me, it’s absorbed into your body, and in turn imposed part of my desire over you Physiognomy or something like that.”

“Ughhhh...” Delilah pauses her explanation to let slip a moan as she shoves her entire length into you, fulling stopping her thrusts and leaving her member inside your ass.

Putting a suspension on the coitus so that the two of you can speak for a second the ghost girl runs her fingers through her vail. A sigh leaves her mouth as she desperately want to get back into destroying you. Her limiting the only pleasure to only a hand passingly massaging her balls just to keep her engine warm, and the erotic air in the room from completely dying out.

“One ghost hunter guy who summoned me on multiple occasions studied the effects, was trying to prove the existence of the afterlife, let me really give it to him, always wanted my tongue in my mouth to observes, and document the changes afterwards.” Delilah stretches her arms above her head loosening up from a small amount of stiffness as she speaks.

Her gaze then upturns as she seems to reminisce about the man.

“He said any alterations were temporary unless done to frequently over a long period of time which happened to him, after that the guy sort of gave up on the whole supernatural studying and just wanted the sex, had a really sweet ass? but the last time he summoned me he said he gotten into porn top me ‘abilities’ I gave him made him quite popular in the scene.” She tenses a bit as she says this, her voice wavering making her seem kind of sad about this fact.

“I miss him...” Delilah says quietly, all misty eyed with a feeling of longing tugging at her chest.

However the air about her then immediately brightens up as her eyes snap back to you.

“But forget him, all you have to know is that your body will go back to normal after a few hours.” Delilah taps two fingers to your stomach around where her cock is bulging out.

You flinch your newly minted super nerves making even a small tap intense.

“Though if you want it to be permanent it’ll take a lot more little play dates like this.” Giggles the ghost girl, mirth flashing upon her face as she flicks your left nipple to accentuate the suggestiveness of the words play date.

“Just promise me you won’t leave me like that ghost catcher guy after you do okay?” Delilah’s features under her mask harden as gets serious again, a sense of real attachment to you detectable as trails her finger tips across your chest.

Her giving you a scared gaze as if she’s already readying herself for you planning on disappearing on her any second now.

The thought of her husband again drifts
into your mind, and you feel a sense of sympathy for the phantom bride again. The idea of her being abandoned once more tugging at your heart strings.

“I’m not going to leave you any time soon.” You blurt out, your good nature, compelling you to make a rather rash commitment.

Delilah’s brow goes up with surprise at you making such a promise. Her expression making you realize the seriousness of pledging to such vow entails. The phantom bride giving you big old puppy dog eyes as it looks like your words really have provided her a great amount of solace, Her taking what you said to heart. Great now if you don’t want to see this ghost girl again you’ll feel like trash for going back on your word. Oh why did you have to be such a sappy sentimentalist?

“REALLY, I mean of course I’m amazing who wouldn’t want to spend time with me you haven’t even seen all I can do yet.” Delilah chirps eagerly, your words appearing to have reinvigorate her desire to make you addicted to the pleasure she’s can bring..

Not just because it’ll amuse her to know you are constantly long for her when ever the thought of sex crosses your mind, but also to makes sure you get hooked on her dick, and will want her back, again, and again, and again. Then there’s no way you’ll leave her behind!

With that a strong forces suddenly yanks you up off of the phantom brides cock, and suspends you in mid-air leaving your feet helplessly dangling about the mattress. Delilah then flops backwards onto the bed her erect dick twitching as she looks up at you with rejuvenated purpose flickering from her eyes. With your arms being pinned to your sides, and legs to your stomach by this invisible **** you are then slowly inched downwards towards Delilah’s waiting member. Seeing this you try to do to best to relax your anus, and go loose for the waiting intruder. The ghost girl takes a crawling pace as she lowers your ass to make contact with her cockhead. Her letting you taste the sting of slowly being opened up again as her tip meets the entrance to your asshole. Clenching your jaw, there’s a tightness, a slight burning then, and then relief as her bulbuls head slips past your ring into your ass.

“W-Woah!”

You’re then roughly dropped down Delilah’s shaft, your anal channel filled with her entire meat stick as you slap down to the base of her dick. Then you’re again raised up in the air, sliding up Delilah length before your then dropped again. Pleasure hits you as Delilah’s cock pushes against your inner walls and hits your prostate, this again activating the strange pleasure in your cock. This new oddity in your body making the anal twice as stimulating.

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A steady pace then starts to form. This invisible **** lifting, and dropping you at rapid four second intervals. A singular constant round of applauds rhythmic rings in your ears as the sound of yours, and Delilah bodies lewdly clap together filling the room. Flesh slaps non corporeal flesh’s as you are pumped up and down Delilah’s cock. You sink deeper into the pits of subspace finding layers of submission you didn’t even think possible. Right now it’s like your not even a submissive or a **** in this interaction. It’s more like you’ve been demoted even below that, falling below even human to just a tool or an toy. Stuck, frozen nearly in the fettle position as you elevate and descend round Delilah’s meat stick. Your only purpose to be a fuckhole, a receptacle for dick. The rest of your body, and mind unimportant waste in the path of your true calling. You don’t need to move, you don’t need to think, you just need to take it. With just whimpers, and the clenching of your asshole being the only contribution you add to this sexual romp as you rise, and fall on the ghost girl’s spear.

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“Ohhhh ohhhhh ohhhh!!!” You groan with pleasure as it’s up, down, up down, this **** that keeps you restrained in the air and bobbing on Delilah’s cock working with mechanical nearly machine like like efficiency.

There’s no switch in pressure, no subtle change angle, just the steady unchanging ride. It makes your heart skip a beat and your chest tighten as every time you take the plunge you get the sensation of falling, only for it then to be followed by a blast against your prostate, and the cock in your ass bulging out from the inside of your lower tummy.

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“Mmmmmm...”

Delilah emits a sound similar to a cats purr as she basks in the pleasure of you being working on her cock. The ghost currently relaxing, sinking into the bed as you, her fuck toy of flesh stimulate her. Where as before the phantom bride was putting all of her effort in to destroying you, now she’s just lays there. Her passion and hunger still smolder fiercely inside, but right now she seeks to just lounge in sensation rather then aggressively pursue more, and more feeling. To you it’s sort of a strange shift in methodology after Delilah stated you haven’t even seen all she was capable of yet. With her saying something like that you presumed the phantom would go even harder. Put more elbow grease into her love makes not kick back, and take a load off. However as you drop again, and her cock once more hits your prostate, and lights up your dick with bliss, the encompassing feeling of contentment, and satisfaction makes it all clear what her objective is.

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This is a different flavor of domination, rather then being it being so upfront, and assertive this form of dominance is casually, and effortless. The way Delilah’s acts, and her demeanor, you’d think she’s relaxing rather then subjecting. Yet still this las a faire method instills just as much feelings of submissiveness, and obedience. There is no fight from you, no attempt to try to free yourself from the invisible bounds holding you in place. Even with the slightly discomfort you experience while your inner walls are stretched, and re-stretched you don’t even so much as utter a complaint. The ghost is trying to show you that she doesn’t even need to lift a finger to drive you wild. Her spotlighting that even if you desire more, and more from her till she doesn’t even have the strength to move she can still please you. It’s kind of reassuring, and also a humbling concept to come to grips with. That even at what might potential be her lowest you sfill sit at her feet, not able to measure up to her for a second.

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Accepting of your position in the pecking order, your mind fades solely into the role of a pleasure hole. Just letting it happen you just clench, and feel, and drip. Drops of precum shake out of your tip as your erect dick waggles around with each decent from the air on to Delilah’s rod. Your pre drips on to Delilah’s stomach, and breasts along with a small bit of drool that falls from the right side of your mouth. The body fluids which now lays sprinkled across Delilah’s body sparkles as lunar light from the moon shining through your bedroom window reflects off of the liquid.

“How’s that mind, melting yet you brat?” Delilah sneers as she looks up at you, her hands roaming over her own body while you pogo on her member.

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She mostly focuses her attention on her own breasts. Fondling and groping at the soft squishy massive mounds. Then getting a little more intense she tease her tits, gentle twisting nipple, slowly pulling. The spice of pain a nice combination in the steady pace of pleasure.

“Haaa this feels nice, hey why don’t you try, getting your nipples played with I mean.” Delilah says winking at you.

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“Ahhhh haaaaaaa nghhhhhhh....” A series of strained groans is all you can muster in response, your ability to hold a conversation once more leaving you as the mind melting pleasure of seesawing on Delilah’s dick, and your pulsing cock has your head swimming with bliss.

“Tch can’t eve be bothered to give a response how rude!” Delilah exclaims her mostly joking though her massive sense of pride still makes her irrational take just a little bit of offense that you’re ‘ignoring’ her.

She then reaches her right arm out and, phases it through your right leg. Your vains go cold, and a steely chill shoots up your spine as the familiar sensation of particular possession takes over. Delilah also adjusts how far you go up her shaft capping your max height at only half way so that she can keep her hand on your leg, and keep you under her control. You feel the **** holding your arms in place then dissipates. They falling to your sides like wet noddles, just flopping around with a slight amount of stiffness from them being stuck in one place for so long. Yet you don’t get to take this opportunity to get back control of arms, as once free your limbs then begin to move on their own.

They almost stutter as they move, the effect is much like watching a video game with lag, or a cut up vhs tape. Instead of smooth motions your arms lurch forward then stop after a few inches, only to then start moving, and stop again. The stuttered movement an unnerving sight which if you weren’t getting your brain melted by the wonderful dick in your ass would be really creeping you out right now. A sense of suspense surely would be hanging over you now as your thumbs, and pointers are now spreading wide around your nipples like a waiting crab claw. Yet instead the sharp pain as your own digits dig into soft comes completely as a shock. The pin like sensation really ringing your bell as the discomfort mixes with another drop onto Delilah’s dick. The mixing stimulations making the world go pure white for half a second before you return to reality.

“Haaa ahhhhhhhhhh.....” You croak out a pained groan as your fingers continue clamping down on your sensitive boy tits.

You shaking, and twisting around your abdomen as you try to throw your own hands off your chest.

“Yessssss feel that bite!” Delilah exclaims watching with pure glee as you whip your head back and forth trying to cope.

“Agghh-aghhh p-please!” You cry out pleading to Delilah for mercy.

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Giving you four quickly thrusts, Delilah finally relents as your on the edge of hysterics. Allowing your fingers to release their hold, your nipples throb with a slight redness which darkening the pretty pink skin. Delilah then slides you down to the base of her cock one again. Allowing the **** holding you to slack some what your legs are released, letting you sit with your legs straddling either side of her hips. This leaving you now in the cowgirl position, posture partially slumped over as your still reeling from your stinging nips.
Delilah then gentle squeezes her right nipple before then sliding her right hand to intertwine her fingers with yours.

“I’ve been putting in quite a bit of work so far you know, why don’t you take over for a bit show me that things are really resonating here.” The phantom bride coos in a soft as butter tone while soothingly running her thumb along the outside of your own.

“W-wha..?” You heave in confusion a your mind not full all there as you take a second trying to recover from all the stimulation, there still a residual tingling that has your head a buzz.

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“Ride me you lazy bum!” Delilah thunders, making an floating invisible hand slap you on the ass.

Though her speaking in a slightly higher pitch signals she’s being more playful then actually angry.

“Ahh y-yes ma’am!” You yelp obediently, as you start to move your hips.

You grunt, a slightly burning in your rectum as you push your knees against the mattress to lift yourself up Delilah’s shaft. It hard to keep complete lose and, move your body around at the same time with your inner walls stretched by such meaty girth. The ghost girl sighs with pleasure as you involuntarily clench up around her rod as you go up. A small bit of ectoplasm leaking from your anus with a wet sporchy sound as you stop just before you slip off of her cockhead. You then start to squat down again the length of girl cock stretching you out some more while you sit back down. Delilah then shoots you an expectant look her as you rest a moment at her base.

“Come on get a move on.” The phantom bride impatiently hurries you along not letting you a second of respite as she eggs you on.

Roughly she rotates her hips under you to uncomfortably wiggle around her member inside your butt. The burning sensation of your walls being stretched again spurs you on to quickly resume riding the ghost girl.

“Argh...” You grit your teeth as you push up off the bed again.

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Each trip from balls to head is a long hard trail for you. The pace your going at a lot slowly then when Delilah was holding the regains. It quite difficult to stay steady while moving quickly as to much reckless movement resulted in painful sharp stretching of your anus. Demeaning as it was you almost wish for Delilah to just whisk you into the air in order to bounce on dick again. At least with that all you had to do was go all bubbled brained, and focus on taking cock. Yet now with the amount of effort your putting in your down right getting in a work out. A small bead of sweat even dripping down the side of your forehead while you’re knees start to ache as you take yourself up once more.

“Haa.... haa.... haaa... Delilah please.” Panting you look to the spirit with puppy dog eyes, making one last token attempt to go up and down her cock to show you’re actually having a rough time not just being lazy here.

“tch You complete wimp.” Delilah clicks her tongue, a dismissive eye roll showing she has little concern that you really are trying your best.

Disappointment, and annoyance in her eyes, you get the sense that some discipline might become coming your way due to your poor showing.

You’re then jerked up in the air off of Delilah’s dick and spun round before being released backwards. You fall back, head landing softly onto the ghost girls breasts. Both of you are now perpendicular starting up at ceiling, you back on the phantom bride’s abdomen while your head sits comfortably between her two natural chests cushions. Of course a cock head beginning to probe your back door keeps you from getting to comfortable. Delilah eager to get back inside of you after you so pathetically threw in the towel after only a few minutes of being the one putting in work.

“Nghhhh...”

You groan Delilah choosing to enter slow this time as a little bit of a punishment for you giving up so easily. The ectoplasm making her penetration much worse then the first time. You try to wiggle away from the mean old cock, yet your squirming only earn you the reward of Delilah looping her arms under your armpits, and locking her fingers behind your head. The ghost girl forcing you still with a strict headlock as the stinging in your ass gets worse, and worse.

“Ehh Ehh eeekk...” You squeak and whimper, whipping your head back and forth as the fire below grows, and grows.

“Don’t be such a baby, if you’d just held out for more then a minute I wouldn’t have to punish you.” Delilah smirks under her porcelain mask.

“Once your addicted to me we’ll be seeing each other a lot more, so I want to beat out any bad habits now I don’t like lazy lovers.” Says the ghost girl as if her being a repeat visitor was already assured.

Yet the grueling tight pressure you feel right now makes you wish the phantom bride wasn’t even here currently, let alone warming you up to idea that you might see here on a regular basis. Even if there is that whole sob story with her husband the ordeal of you being wrenched opened like this has you devoid of any real sympathy right now. You starting to thrash about as Delilah still pushes in at a snails pace. Your extra amount of fight leading her to lock her legs around your own, leaving you totally helpless while she sees through this punishment to completion. Shaking against the ghost girl hold you pain reaches a crescendo. Everything going white hot, your mouth agape as you groan in agony until...

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“There all that penance is paid.” Delilah then releases her grip, hands and legs uncurling around you she lets you free as her cock head rests in your rectum.

Her right hand then glides down your tummy, and her fingers take hold of your cock. She rubs her thumb along your sensitive frenulum making a bolt of pleasure rock your body before she then wraps all of her fingers around your half erect cock, and start to stroke the shaft.

“Now what did we learn?” Delilah asks as she pumps your dick up and down.

“D-don’t be a lazy lover.” You respond weakly, the pleasure of her hand job being just enough to dull the residual pain, and allow you a clear enough head to actually form a sentence.

“Good, good, you know a few more visits and I’ll really be able to whip you into shape, you’ll know how to really please a women in bed aren’t you so luck?” Delilah chirps cheerfully, adding a slight corkscrew twist to her stroke on the downwards pull.

She also starts to fuck your ass again, the ghost girl stretching your soft inner flesh as she enters in more then just her cock head.

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“W-won’t you be j-j-j-j-j-jelious?” You ask stuttering at the end of your sentence as Delilah’s members pushed against your prostate, and the buzz of anal arousal hits your system like an electric shock.

“What do you mean.... oh like if you get a girl friend or something, pfffttt don’t bother yourself with worrying about that I have a husband in the after life remember, and even if I want this to be a regular thing I’m asking you for some sort of commitment, heck if you find some one good for you I never got to fully live my life out so I wouldn’t dream of stunting another’s for my sake.” Delilah’s voice gets a little quieter as she speaks her clearly not thrilled to think about you finding some one else and forsaking her, but there’s a sense of resolve behind her words.

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It’s seeming that she holds a principle of not hindering another’s time on this earth for her own pleasure. Kind of a weird thing for her to get stuck up on considering she’s willing to down right commit ****. Though if you really think about it, you can see why she has such strange contradictory values. After all her, like most ghosts intrinsically know how precious life is. That one needs to live every moment they have to the fullest, otherwise there’s a good chance you’ll end up a restless regretful spirit when you die. It’s a fate that Delilah would rather you not befall or any upstanding person for that matter.

Cool as being a ghost sounds it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. While yes her late night rendezvouses with cute boys to were often exciting, it always felt like it was more so trying to fill a hole no pun intended. That her time as an undead haunt is spent mostly just trying sate the irritating relentless craving she feels. The emotional instability that came with being a spirt is truly a curse, a lost soul always being pulled spured on by desire, contentment, and peace something rare and far between for a phantom. Even if she can’t remember her time their Delilah’s knows the afterlife must be better then this. The phantom bride then shakes her head pushing away such depressing thoughts she focuses on the sensation of her fully fitting herself to the base in your ass.

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“You know... if your up for it and she or he I’m not judging, is into it as well I can fuck the both of you if you want.” Delilah then giggles her demeanor perking up once again at the idea of having a second willing ass to plow.

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“S-s-sure?” You reply through gritted teeth not even really paying attention to what is being asked as Delilah slides her cock back out of your ass.

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“Eep!” You squeal as, hearing your affirmative Delilah’s excitedly shoves her dick all the way inside of you, leaving you seeing stars for a second.

“GREAT it’s a date then, hurry up and find some one soon okay, good as you are adding a third to the mix would make these meetings so much better.” The ghost girl declares as if all the potential complications that you might face with a relationship are inconsequential long as she gets one more sub at her feet.

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As conversation once more ceases the silence is suppressed only by the sound of clashing of bodies. Wet, firm slaps fill the room as the phantom bride pistons her dick in and out of you, each thrust in making a small bulge in your lower stomach. The two of you have been going at if for so long now that both of your levels of arousal are nearing their cap. You able to feel the Delilah ballon a inch or two as her member swells, and a vain on the right side of her shaft throb.

“Ahh YES, YES!” Delilah cries out, as you clench up around her, the ghost girl bitting her lip under her mask.

It’s nearly paradoxical, how your tightness, wrings out such sweet soft sensation from Delilah’s penis. More, and more lovely pre-cum just being milked out the tip while the ghost girl bashed your butt. An equal exchange going on between the both of you as each time the ring of your asshole squeezes round her she is hit with a blast of ecstasy. This in turn makes Delilah fuck you harder, and with more vigor which then has you squeezing up more, and more. The dynamic a self fueling loop that intensifies with every second, while the you both tumble forwards towards your respective orgasms. It’s not going to be much longer now....

“Ngh nghh ngh ngh ngh!” A steady flow of
rough animalistic like grunts leave Delilah’s mouth as she starts to head towards here end.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!” Following her feral grumbling is your own high pitched vocalization.

The stillness of submission floods your soul. You completely letting go again to the pleasure, and Delilah’s will. All of you offered up to the dominance of the ghost currently plowing you in the ass. Her dick is your reality pain, pleasure, all steaming form one compact powerful pillar that fucks your everything into being. Fingers that curl around your member time, and space, the consistent strokes that light up the nerves in your cock weaving existence into being for you. Right now you’re only here for her, a ****, a play thing, whose sole purpose is to receive what ever interacts she so gracious grants you, and nothing more. She is every thing right now, your complete world.

“Haaaa... Haaaa... Haaaa....” Panting, your climax rumbles in you like a bubbling volcano.

Balls tight and trembling you grit you teeth as a sense of release starts to take hold of you. The tingling in your prostate becoming a down right buzzing. A lightly feathery sensation spreads through the center of your groin. Your cock pearling another drop of pre-cum while it melts in between Delilah’s stroking fingers. The edge only a second away, you clench around the phantom brides cock once more before....

“Eghh ahhh ehhhh ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh!” You cry out in ecstasy as release finally takes you.

The first rope you shoot pure bliss your immediately body going into convulsions as the sensation takes you. The orgasm more powerful then any of the times you’ve chin by just your hands. Whether this is because of the ectoplasm upgrading your nerves, just from Delilah’s cock in your ass you do not know. Your mouth stretches wide, your jaw clenching up as your tongue lols out of your mouth and smalls drops of spit drip down to your chin. The pleasure is to much, you lose all motor function, body going completely rogue on you. Shaking, writhing, thrashing, every part of your body goes off your limbs wildly swinging, and twisting around as Delilah’s hand on your cock, and dick in your ass is the only thing keeping you in place as your body rattles about like an animal in its **** throws. So unrestrained is your involuntary flailing that if your sexual partner wasn’t a ghost they’d be getting a marked up with a few bruises or even a broken nose. Luckily as your caught in the throws of this powerful orgasms your here with Delilah. So any stray elbows she catches simply phase through her and end up harmlessly hitting the mattress while she continues to pump your penis, and fuck your ass. Her staying the course of smothering you in more and more pleasure. Nothing in the world will stop Delilah as she compels your body to shoot out more globs of jizz. Playing your form like an instrument, wielding your mind, and flesh like a weapon, the phantom bride yearning to send you higher, and higher. More, more, MORE, she NEEDS MORE.

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To see how much she can turn your mind to mush her craving destroying you completely **** out every drop of cum you have, leave you completely spent. The ghost girls eyes glow as she watches more, and more of your love juice ejected from your cock, her aiming your member back slightly so that it all spunk lands on your own body. Your tummy, and even your chest, are hit with splashes of white due to your orgasm being so powerful. Every splash against your body a lewd shameful mark of your submission. The mess a show of the control you’ve lost in submission to Delilah’s. A fact that might embarrass you if not for the pleasure clogging up your mind.

“Ahhhh haaa haaa ahhhhh!” You let out more loud girly moans as you continue to plunge deeper into ecstasy.

There’s a ravenousness about Delilah as she keeps working your body. An eager twitch permeating her fingers a they roll over the subtle vain in your shaft. Her mouth watering while you let out another squeak, and your whole body shakes. Your convulsions making your ass clench, and seize up even tighter then before. It a boon for the ghost girl’s efforts in stimulating you. Yet mind meltingly good as the pleasure is, Deliah finds herself more enraptured by what she sees, then what she feels. The scene before her of you losing yourself to the pleasure pure artistry. The little subtleties in your impassioned expressions, those minuet details in how your body moves while you are carried along by the climax. Those moans, and whimpers you make like honey to her ears your voice carrying such a sweet lewd tune. Every whimper, every gasp making the phantom brides heart flutter. She wants more, going harder she smashes her dick into you with even more ****, she in increase the speed at which she strokes your cock, giving a cork screw twist each times she travels up the shaft. Her also quickly swiping her thumb over the tip every time she pumps up your cock in order to give the head small feather like sensation,

“Oh oh oh oh oh OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!” You part scream part moan as Delilah sends you even further up the mountain with these new techniques.

Your head is up in the stratosphere as your eyes roll into the back off your head. More drool rolling down your chin, and sides of your mouth. You arch your back as you feel the pull of the orgasm yanking on your goin. That strong feeling of something being tugged out spurring you to start rolling your hips forward, pressing further into Delilah’s to get those extra bits of sensation. This change up has you shooting out even stronger strings of cum. A splash of spunk hitting on the side of your cheek as now your ejaculating so hard your even catching a stray drop or two in the face.

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Your poor prostate feels like it’s turned to absolute mush at this point as Delilah hasn’t relented even a second. Your dick feels like it’s complete jelly despite you being harder then you ever have been in your entire life. The sharp pin like pleasure that makes your, member shoot, and shoot, and shoot, clashes with the dull buzzing that you feel in your butt. The radically different ecstasy that you feel from both ends sending you spiraling. The bliss keeping you going until your balls have been completely emptied of cum.

“Haaaa haaaaa....” heaving now, you gasp for air as your cock still twitches, and throbs yet nothing more comes out.

You experiencing a few painful moments of dry orgasms, before Delilah then thankfully legs go of your cock all sensations going numb, as your penis instantly droops. If falling back limp, all shriveled up on your pubic region. Your once proud little solider now lying defeated crumpled up in a splotch of your own jizz, all of the tiny servicemen’s ammo strew all over the battle field that is your body.

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Yet while you might be done, Delilah isn’t. There still an ache in your behind, the ghost girl not about to stop till she also has gotten an orgasm.

“Heh next lesson I should teach you is how to not be a selfish lover.” Delilah‘a mouth creasing into a mischievous smile under her mask which reflects some of the lunar moon light from the near by window.

Her long monster like tongue then fades into existence where her jaw would be in the mask. It extends in length, stretching cartoonishly long till it’s almost the length of fire hose. You look at the licker with an expression of disbelief before it then descends down onto your body, and starts to sweep up every drop of cum on your body. You’re due go wide the serpentine like appendage trails all over your body lapping up all of the spilled jizz on your naked form. It’s a very ticklish experience. to say the least. With the soft wetness of the tongue making you giggle a little as it gets at ever nook and cranny you have, not leaving even a drop on your body as Delilah licks you completely clean.

“tsk tskSelf centered brat, a good partner cums together with their other, yet you, you spilled out all of this with out even letting me start a climax .” Delilah makes a disapproving clicking sound, yet you can tell by her lighthearted tone she’s really just teasing you rather then actually upset.

You now spotless her tongue retracts then fades away, the ghost girl presumedly swallowing your collected load as she makes an loud audible “mmmmmmmm” sound. Her seeming to very much enjoy the taste of your sticky love.

With you now spotless except for a thin layer of Delilah’s glowing saliva left behind from her deep cleaning, she takes hold of you by the waist, and flips you over onto your stomach. The act easy as, and similar to tossing around an oversized rag doll. Which you might as well been right now with your limbs so limp they feel like your bones are jelly. Your condition not all to un similar to a stingless puppet, Delilah has to pause, and take a second to straight out your body so that your not laying at an awkward, or uncomfortable angle.

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With that the scene is now Delilah positioned on top, boobs pressed into your back, her hot breath on your neck. You stuck pinned with your cock sandwiched between your stomach, and the bed as she fucks you. This each now becomes a one way street as while getting dicked down you pressing your face into the bed. With squirms, and wiggles of discomfort you hurry your head into the mattress. As with your orgasm long gone, the only thing you really feel as Delilah’s dick tunnels it’s way around is a strained sting of pain. Even with your prostate being banged, it doesn’t help as that bubbly place of bliss that the pleasure had you at was now completely out of reach. Now cast out of erotic heaven the once eager expression of sensual rapture deflates into a look of exhaustion. Your body feels worn out, you so tired, muscles sore, fatigue hanging over you like a fog. Right now a nap would really do you right, yet heavy as your eyes are you will them open.

Slender fingers play with strands of your golden blonde hair. The tail end of some lightheartedness still spilling from Delilah’s aura even as she picked up her pace. Her gaze still fixed upon those still small details of how the contours of your skin, and definition of your muscles move around even in your listless state. You stay conscious for her, determination spurring you forward like a feral wolf snapping at your heels. This swelling of fortitude spawned from your newly formed affection for the phantom bride, and gratefulness for the orgasm she just gave you. Tightening your rim around her member you resolve to not fade till you have payed her back. The ghost girl deserving no less to experience the release you have.

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It hurts now, but you do it for her. Take it for her. Her hands are exploring again rolling down from your hair Delilah traces her nails down your arms. Finding the palms of your hands she interlocks her fingers with yours, the moment flooding your chest with a sense of intimacy, and comfort. The gesture a silent acknowledgment that Delilah can see the effort your putting in for her. Balls slap against your rump, while she fucks you. Her sack retracting upwards as she nears orgasm. She bucks into you with your whole bed frame squeaking now by how powerfully her thrusts are. Tongue flicking out she swipes across your left cheek before plunging past your lips, and into your mouth. Delilah swirls her tongue round your own bullying it, the two of you exchanging each other’s taste before she then retracts from your mouth. Her hands are now around your wrists, pulling your arms up, and pinning them above your head. It’s an unneeded action you not really in any condition to resist anything the ghost girl wishes to do with you. Yet she makes a decision to do it anyway, her wanting to imprint her dominance over you as she unloads her cum into you. The pleasure climbing upwards. Delilah’s cock twitches, and shakes while the build up focuses to her tip, and then....

“Ahhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

An ear splitting scream erupts from the phantom bride. Her slamming one final time as her full length enters you ass. A shiver going up your spine from the **** of impact. Then the feel of a wet splash in your colon. A spark starting to ignite in you again, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Delilah’s grip around your wrists tightens so much you almost fear she might leave a bruise.

Drilling your groin into the mattress Delilah pushes the whole of her weight onto of you. Making sure your ass is firmly pinned in place so that every last drop of her ghostly sperm finds its home in your anus. Her warm sticky supernatural spunk panting the inside of your walls with translucent white, as rope after rope of cum launches from her tip. Your bed frame creeks, the sound of metal warping heard as the springs in your mattress bend under the intense pressure pushing down on it as Delilah squishes your crotch against the bed so hard it hurts your cock as it’s nearly crushed between your stomach and the cushioning.

A sense of strange satisfaction coming over you as her hot love fills your butt. Like a special bonds is being forged as her jizz pours into you. Her affection, attraction, and arousal for you all made manifest in this one sticky moment. You almost able to feel the pleasurable release of the ghost girl yourself, as a buzz of second hand ecstasy floods your mind. Her pulsating cock, her trembling balls, her convulsing body, it’s almost all like your own, like your experiencing an orgasm all over again.

Your hands dig into the bed, as Delilah in turn digs her nails into you. Her long tongue wrapping round your throat as if she needs to secure herself as much as possible or she might just blast off into orbit. Her licker slimy, and cold to the touch tightly anchors her to the ground yet still leaves you with enough slack to comfortable breathe. As her orgasm then reaches its peak the phantom bride’s whole body seizes up every muscle of her ethereal form clenched, and flexed as sensation burning brighter then the sun envelopes her. The phantom bride high in the sky as she rides the top of mountain. She’s in heaven, your some where close, but she’s truly in heaven. Bolts of electricity zig zagging around the clouds which he is in, zapping her ethereal form with pure pleasure. Then the lightening ends, and it all starts to fall.

Your rectum now completely flooded with her goo Delilah’s body trembles once, twice, and then collapses on top of you. She still trembles, with left over tingles from her fading orgasm, but right now she’s doesn’t have the strength to even move a finger. That green glow which illuminated her from before is now gone, her form returning to her normal translucent white color. As well her hair, and clothing no longer is no longer a blown about in the air. This much tamer appearance of the phantom bride an apeat refection of the mood in the room. The atmosphere now at a simple low level buzz of satisfaction, while both you, and Delilah’s fall into a peaceful calm. Both of you have been emptied both emotionally, physically, and spiritually. The abyss that left behind in absence of these brings forth a sense of tranquility. With the two of you sinking deeper, and deeper into a bottomless hole of peace. It feels so good to just lay their with each other. Delilah’s body providing you with the comfort of a weighted blanket as she lays on you, and the heat from your living body providing Delilah with a good warmth that her own ethereal form couldn’t even get close to achieving. The effortless exchange going on between the two of you only bolstering the serenity that swirls gently round the room.

“Heh... looks like it’s time for me to take my leave.” Delilah’s says as she flicks her eyes down to her shoulder.

With what little strength you have you look back to see what Delilah is referring to and, noticing the ghost girl getting more, and more translucent you instinctively reach out to her. An grave expression of worry on your face as look at Delilah form fading more, and more. Though your meeting of her has been complicated to say the least, you now feel some level of attachment to the phantom bride. The powerful emotional, and sexual experience that the pair of you went through as formed a bond that you’ve never had with any one else. Like your hearts touched, and your souls mixed leaving a part of you with her, and her with you. This strong newly minted connection to Delilah has you freaked at the idea of her leaving! No, no, you want to spend more time with her! She can’t go now, w-what if you never see her again. In a **** attempt to keep the phantom bride here with you, you attempt to roll onto your side and embrace her in your arms. Yet with you very much still exhausted from the sex you just had, your effort to sit up and grab the ghost girl so that she won’t slip out of your life forever only results in you collapsing back down on the bed.

“Don’t bother yourself Doug, it’s like I told you us ghosts go back the other side once we become fulfilled there’s nothing to be done.” She says picking up on the sense of concern within you.

“Will-will I ever see you again?” You ask slowly, each syllable coming out hesitantly you afraid of the answer.

“Hey their is no need to cry, summoning rituals are petty easy to do now with that thing got this decade, the internet right, just make sure you do your research right don’t want you to end up opening a gate to hell by mistake hehe, trust me demons are are leagues worse then even the most hostile poltergeist hehe.” Delilah laughs softly, her seeming almost tired now as she blinks a few times trying to hold her eyes open.

“O-okay...” You say trying to **** down tears, still wishing Delilah would stay longer NOW, instead of you having to see her again later.

Not being able to do anything to stop Delilah from going making you feel so helpless, and not in a fun submissive way.
Yet if this is the reality then your going to just have to accept it. You swallow, blinking rapidly a few times before you give a small smile, you not wanting to sour the last image Delilah sees of you before she goes.

Seeing the brave face your putting on for her Delilah scoots forward, sliding up on the bed. Providing a show of appreciation for the cute gesture you made, she presses the bottom of her mask against your forehead to imitate the act of an sweet loving kiss. Physical the porcelain is cold on your temple, yet despite that it fills you with a sense of warmth and comfort. The action feeling like a silent promise from the phantom bride that the two of you will meet again.

Gradually she starts to become more, and more translucent. Her emotional need for coming back as a ghost full filled, she is now being dragged back to her proper place in the after life. Delilah close eyes accepting her fate. She’s done this many times before, and even if she can’t remember the other side she is sure it some where bette. No doubt her husband is waiting for her as well.

“Till next time...” Delilah voice echos in a whispers as a she says a last goodbye.

Her form dims, and dims till eventually she fades completely. The ghost girl returning to the proper plane of existence in which she belongs. With that you’re left alone in the dark now. The only evidence that Delilah was ever here a cum creampie bubbling out of your anus now that Delilah’s cock was no longer plugging up your butt. No reason to keep awake any more you slowly close your eyes. Letting sleep envelope you, a sense of satisfaction stirs in your heart as you drift off...