Maybe you can come to some sort of deal. The last thing you want is to be locked up because everyone thinks you're crazy. You explain, if she keeps haunting you and people see you talking to yourself all the time, that's going to raise a lot of questions. You might even get taken away - and she doesn't want that either. You're pretty much her only companion now. So, reluctantly, Elizabeth agrees not to do anything too drastic that would get you singled out or noticed.
"But in exchange, you agree to have sex with me."
"What? How is that fair?"
"'Tis something of a Hobson's choice, I know. But it's the best deal you're going to get."
She is quite attractive, and your own age. Do ghosts age? You shrug.
"Alright. Deal."
She claps her hands together. "Wonderful! You won't regret this. We're going to have lots of fun together. Now, where are my manners? You haven't finished your breakfast yet. Here, let me feed you."
You tell her you can feed yourself. She picks up the bowl of porridge and spoons up a mouthful for you.
"Do let me feed you. You are supposedly unwell after all." She gives you a mischievous wink.
"Alright," you sigh. This is going to be another one of her games. Elizabeth spoon-feeds you your breakfast.
"When I was sick, I would eat gruel much like this. It was easier on the stomach. When I finished the bowl, I'd run my finger round the edges and lick up the rest."
He sticks a ghostly finger into your bowl, coats it with porridge and offers it to you.
"Can't you just use the spoon?"
"Nuh-uh. That's not as fun."
You roll your eyes and let her feed you. The food is fine but her digit is cool. You swallow but she doesn't take her hand away. She pumps her finger into your mouth with a naughty grin.
"Close your eyes," she says.
You do as she says, but ask why.
"I'm going to scoop up some more with my hand and I want you to lean forward and find it for yourself."
You sigh. "You're a kinky girl, you know that?"
"It comes with having a dick, dear."
Eyes shut tight, you move forward, searching for your next mouthful. You go slowly, guessing where she might be. You hit something flat.
"Not there!"
You move right but find only empty space.
"You're getting colder..."
You shift left. You can smell it.
"Warmer... Warmer... Hot!"
It's hot alright. The porridge is still warm around her supple skin. You lick up the milky flakes and gently suck. She purrs in satisfaction. Her kinky way of feeding you is getting you hard. Then she tells you to open your eyes. You can see again, and you realise that it wasn't her fingers she'd used this time. Ellie had spooned your breakfast onto her flaccid cock, stood up, and guided your head to suck her off without knowing. She's still in your mouth. You cough. A lump of porridge goes down the wrong way and you pull off, ****. You're pushed forward and Elizabeth's hand whacks you on the back. The errant glob of porridge is dislodged from your windpipe and you spit it out.
"My word, you are delicate. I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you ****."
You grumble and give her a look. She's not grinning anymore. Her eyes are downcast and dull. She apologises again, then lunges forward and hugs you unexpectedly. Her touch is oddly comforting.
"I forgive you," you say. "Just promise, no more jumpscares." She nods and burrows her head into you.
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