Her struggles draw some attention

Venus groaned as the spectral tongue began to glide over her body. She cursed herself for not being more prepared for this. Ghosts often found their way into situations involving undead, and she had not thought to gather any soft of protective amulets or ask for a mage to accompany her. Even Ace's blasted magic with his sword would have been more effective than her weak pushes and kicks that only seemed to pass through the misty form. And why was it's damn lips and tongue the only thing that even felt remotely solid?

That thought brought another disturbing one: What if another part of the ghost's "Body" became solid? Ghosts couldn't impregnate a woman, but they could still **** them if they were strong enough. And as the ghost's lips locked upon one of her nipples, causing it to stiffen with desire, she realized it just might be strong enough to do more tricks.

"Please leave!" she moaned loudly as she again tried unsuccessfully to **** it off her. One misty hand suddenly gripped the blankets that still covered most of her and pulled, sending the sheet flying to land against one wall. Venus rolled off the bed to escape the dead lover, and found her sword where she had left it under the bed. As she reached for it, she felt herself jerked back up into the air and landed roughly on the bed. For a moment she was dazed but the feeling of a cold mist caressing her pussy brought her back to full consciousness. The ghost's hand teased her clit, drawing an unwanted moan from her lips.

Suddenly the door opened and she could see through her assailant that someone stood in the doorway. Whoever it was, she hoped it would be a savior.