You say yes, but something gets in the way first

“Okay j-just don’t hurt me, p-please...” You beg blinking away the mist in your eyes, as you’re still very much on edge from that harsh punishment fucking Delilah gave you.

“Ohohoho trust me the pleasure will far out weigh the pain.” Delilah says, you able to feel her smirking under the mask she’s wears.

You squirm a little as she wiggles her hips in small circle motion. Her cock dragging along the rim of your asshole counter clock wise. Your anus twitches, and some of the ectoplasm that has been working as natural lube drips out from your back door.

“Hehe your hole is hungry for me, why I can feel it salivating drooling form me.” Delilah purrs as she rubs her cheek cross your shoulder, and up to your scalp.

The ghost girl breathing your sweet sent as she takes a deep sniff of your gold blonde locks. She sighs deeply on the exhale you able to feel her cock twitch at your entrance as it to starts to drool precum.

“Yet I’m not satisfied with just your ass...” Delilah trails off as she the wraps her arms around your stomach.

She then rolls over several times with you in her grip making the two of you tumble along side ways till you stop at the left side of you bed.

“Woaahhhhhhh!” You exclaim as you are pulled along for a spin with ghost girl.

Continuing on in one smooth motion Delilah uses the inertia from the rolling to launch herself upwards into a sitting position on the edge of the bed with you still in toe, resulting with you on her lap. You’re then forcefully spun around by the phantom bride leaving the two of you now face to face. A little dizzy you take second to get your bearings and observes the current status of the both of you after the spin cycle.

The state of things end up being Delilah sitting upright on the bed with her legs dangling off the side, and you in her arms sat on her thighs with your own legs landing on either side of her. This putting you into what most sexual connoisseurs refer to as the lotus position, with you in the ‘taker’ position of course. Delilah’s dripping tip still end up at your hole even after all that shifting around.

“...I want to see that hunger for me in your eyes.” The phantom bride whispers in a husk voice explaining the sudden rearrange she put you through.

She then leans in towards your neck, and ghost girl tenderly press the lower part of her mask against your skin. This presumably her way of giving you a kiss or hickey with the mask on, her even giving you a small lick from the tip of her non corporeal tongue to mimic the wetness of real lips.

“I want to watch as the intensity of my member destroying your prostate makes them roll into the back of your head.” Speaks Delilah in a low, gruffly, eager tone.

Her again moving into press her mask against your neck, and give another small lick. You able to sense the bubbling desire brewing underneath her despite the playful, teasing ‘kisses’ she gives you. Another peck on the right side of your neck, one to your left, then one to your left cheek, then your nose, then your right cheek.

Dainty ghostly hands now starting to join into the mix to as she glided her fingers up, and down your back. Feeling the contours of muscles, and bone under the skin she trails all the way to you butt, then back up. Occasionally giving a sharp pitch, or grab of your ass cheeks Delilah continues to explore your flesh with roaming fingers.

Up and, down up and, down, all the while she still plants ‘kisses’ on your neck, and shoulders. The way leaves loving little pecks on your body both calming you, and making your heart start to beat faster as fire is lit in your chest. The affectionate kissing, and roaming hands filling you up with a sense of romanticism. You nearly swooning in the ghostly girl arms as you feel your cheeks start to go flush. You imagining how you must look right now, trembling, and squirming to every little touch Delilah makes.

The picture that’s painted in your head has looking like a lover enthralled in the tender pampering of their significant other. The worse part of it all being how this mental image matches what you feel inside. Some how even with all that she’s done to you, with just a little bit of gentleness this ghost girl has completely seduced you.

So overwhelming is the feelings inside that you shoot your head forward and boldly plant a kiss right where Delilah’s mouth is on the mask. The phantom bride is caught of guard her eyes widening for a second as you press your lips where her’s should be under the mask.

Yet despite this by all accounts being an act of independence, and by that an act of defiance, she doesn’t push you away or pull back. Instead she closes her eyes a holds still allowing the moment to continue on for a while longer. Then you finally break contact, and terror grips your stomach as you fear some form of punishment or retaliation from Delilah for that brief second of self-indulgence.

“Don’t do that again.” Is Delilah’s only response her gaze conveying a deep seriousness, but no signs of anger.

“I’M SORRY!” You exclaim reflexively bringing up your arms to defend your face fully expecting some sort of physical reprisals from Delilah as she has done before.

“It’s... fine just don’t do that again.” Delilah say her being uncharacteristically forgiving for some reason.

You nod, not knowing why she’s suddenly decided to show you mercy now but glad she has. With all you’ve been through so far you’re not sure you could survive another punishment from Delilah.

“Only he gets kiss me like that...” Delilah then speaks seemingly to herself.

You’re just barely able to catch what she’s saying as her voice is softer then even a whisper. You can’t see all of her face due to the porcelain mask she wears, but you can tell that the ghost girl looks like she’s for some reason really having a hard time keeping it together. A light bulb then goes off in your head as you realize who Delilah is referring to.

An aura of melancholy that now surrounded the ghost girl all but confirming your theory of who it is. That sadness that you’re able to feel hanging over Delilah compels that good natured heart of your’s to feel a sense of concern for the phantom bride. A quite kind action considering all that this perverted spirit has put you through.

“Are y-you okay?” You ask Delilah worry for her in your eyes as you nervously wringing your hands together for fear she might ‘discipline’ you again for speaking up like this.

Delilah stares at you for a second or two her seeming to be debating internally on whether she should give a proper answer to that question, or whack you on the head for over stepping your role here. Speaking so out of term here, and trying to pry into something that clearly is personal to her. Not exactly some thing a good, passive submissive should be doing in Delilah’s eyes.

The only thing you should be doing is shuttting up, and getting fucked. Or alternatively begging on her command, and getting fucked. Which ever she decides suits her fancy at the time. Though honestly right now Delilah doesn’t feel up for either. That Insatiable lust that nearly had her losing all control has now shifted to an unshakable sadness. You even feeling her penis which was once hard as a diamond, and dripping at your asshole now slowly starting to deflect, and drop as if even it had suddenly became depressed.

Delilah squeezes her eyes shut. She tries to stop it, but her heart non-corporal heart starts to twists into knots. Like her lust once sadness takes hold of her it becomes very hard for the phantom bride to stop the tears from flowing. It’s a ethereal curse bared by all ghosts. Their emotions, and feelings ten times stronger then any living persons.

Often their whims, and desires take completely control of them. A very distressing fact for both themselves, and others around them. It not un-common for people to be victimized by a ghost fueled by untempered rage when explore and abandoned building or other barren location. Or in your case end up getting **** in your own room by a very horny phantom bride.

Her nonexistent lungs start to inhale, and exhale quicker, and quicker as Delilah can feel the sharp sword of sorrow piercing her gut, and twisting in the wound. That kiss you gave her the source of it all. It bringing back memories of how her lover, and husband used to kiss her before she was married. He was always so strong, and caring. Capable of such strength, yet also gentle as can be when ever he touched him.

It’s a reason why Delilah always so ruthlessly took the dominant role when ever she visited a young man when ever she would come back to land of the living. Part because of the intense lust she felt didn’t leave her with much patience to negotiate with a guy or come to some sort of mutual understanding when it came to sex. And part because every time she let a man take the lead it reminded her of her lost lover. Yes they never bedded each other agreeing to wait until marriage. Yet her husband still was a little playful, and teasing when it came to sex while they were both alive.

A stray touch here, a aggressive kiss there, tender yet dominate he was to her. God they were so in love, and now he’s gone... Delilah’s eyes start to become red, tears sliding down her porcelain cheeks. Maybe she she’ll see her beloved when she goes back to the afterlife, maybe she sees him there all the time. She’s doesn’t know for sure as every time she returns to the land of the living she can’t remember anything about the other side. All she knows is she comes back horny, and all alone. All alone, why is she always all alone.... Why isn’t he here with her...

“snifff sniff awwwwwwaaawww waaawwwwwwaaaaaaahaaahaaaa!” Delilah then begins to full on start bawling.

Rubbing her fists in eyes, she start crying like a baby. Her care for dignity, and pride completely thrown to the wind as she is lost to this devastating heartache.

In a state of shock, and not sure what to do you now find yourself sitting on the lap of a weeping ghostly bride. The thought cross in your mind that you might be able to make your escape now. Her magic, or spirit stuff, or what **** she is using to keep your door locked might be down now with her in such a emotional state. Yet Delilah just looks so sad, that you can’t help but feel your heart strings being tugged at. Her cries so soulful, and filled to the brim with personal agony it makes you feel guilty for even thinking of just leaving the ghost girl like this.

A protective big brother instinct coming over you as her tears, and wails take you back to childhood times of when your little sister Sarah would cry after she scrapped her knee on the playground. Reflexively you take the same action now as you would back then, throwing your arms around Delilah you pulling her into a firm hug. Your heart full of a natural nurturing impulse as your arms slip under Delilah’s armpits to wrap around her sides. You hands ending up placed at the small of her back as you hold her close, her breasts pushing against your chests as you affectionately touch your forehead to her right cheek.

There’s then a break in Delilah’s sobs her caught of guard by the sudden show of affection. Yet she is still grateful for your kindness none the less her hugging you back. Her nails digging a bit into your bare back as if she is afraid you will suddenly disappear forever like her dear husband. Time suspends in the air. Out the window a booming of far of thunder can be heard as slowly a drizzle of rain starts to pitter patter against your bedroom window.

The drops falling as Delilah’s breathing starts fall to as well, the warmth of your body calming her racing heart. Your presence wrenching her from the pit of despair, the darkness that she was tumbling down into gone as you pull her back onto sturdy solid ground. This moment suspending the sands in the hour glass as it goes on, and on. Delilah just enveloped in a pleasant sensation of softness, and safety. Eventually though she breaks the embrace. Steady enough to no longer need your hold to keep from breaking down.

The two of you then exchange a glance, time standing still again as Delilah sees you look upon her with a sense of sympathy. The roles two of you currently occupy fade away. The fact that your still sitting on Delilah’s lap with her hung cock just under you fades into the back of your mind while the air around you both changes. Shifting to a sense of peace, and tranquility Delilah looks back you, her eyes now filled with a look of gratefulness. As if that sympathy, that kindness you gave her was something she’s been needing for a long, long time.

This emotional atmosphere in the air then passes as Delilah then narrows her brow at you, and smirks under her mask.

“Alright Enough of this sappy nonsense now, I want to hear you moan.” She speaks voice slightly shaky.

Her eyes are still a little red, and cheeks a little damp. Yet the twitch of her cock, makes it clear that she is getting revved up again.