Yes, but she'll need to earn it.

She still seems a bit out of it but her eyes have rolled back into their normal positions. "Yeah. We've got more." That did the trick. Her eyes were focused again and a smile that seemed equally content and predatory was creeping across her face. "But first you need to finish off the one I already gave you and answer some questions for me." Her smile dims a bit as her face twist in confusion. I point to the passenger foot-well. "I dropped it when you tried to bite me."

She burst into a deep blush and begins clambering into the passenger seat muttering out a quick "Sorry." while keeping her head down. Whether that was the result of her looking for the last of the sausage or just trying to avoid eye contact was a question easily answered by her finding the remaining bit of sausage. She dusted it off and nibbled at it a bit. Head kept down and obviously not enjoying herself nearly as much.

Well good thing I'm apparently a necromancer since I just killed the mood. Might as well try to revive it. "Hey, I'm alright. You didn't get me or anything. Water under the bridge. What about you? You alright? You seemed to enjoy that a lot more before."

"I'm dead. It doesn't get much less alright than that. Oh and I nearly bit the most important person in my life. Not that I even have a life. I just got so worked up over this stupid thing. And, and..." She crams the last of the sausage in her mouth and chews angrily.

I am a shitty necromancer; the mood is just going to have to stay dead. Still this is a great point to interject with a question I've had for a while. "Speaking of getting worked up over that sausage... just what was that all about exactly?"

She swallows hard before sighing and slumping back in her seat staring at the car roof. "The necromancers at Shady Vale focused on controlling people without using a ghost to possess them first. Thus the ghost of Shady Vale almost never get to possess living bodies. It's all zombie skeleton furniture detail. So having a warm flesh body with senses is a rare treat and I'm a little out of practice." She lolls her head to the side and looks me straight in the face. A smirk reappearing. "And she wanted it."

"Woah. You lost me a bit. She wanted it? And it is to finger blast herself in my backseat?"

"The chick whose body I've jacked. Name's Ashley. I don't think you've really been properly introduced. And it was everything. She wanted to be looked at and lusted after. She wanted to gorge herself on greasy fast food. She wanted to go running down the street naked. She wanted to fuck total strangers and do whatever they told her."

"So you lost control of her and she did all of that?"

"No, well augrh." 'Ashley' frazzles her hair in frustration before noticing her hands are a bit tacky and wiping them on her shirt. Conveniently using the opportunity to put the twins back away before continuing. "She didn't but she would have. Well not that she would but... When I take over someone it happens in three basic stages." She raises a hand and extends a single finger. "The first stage is when I've just gotten in. I feel everything they feel and can let them feel what I feel. I was really looking forward to eating food again and this idiot was starving so that made a huge feedback loop where being fed was way better than sex." She extends a second finger. "The second stage is when I tamp down their consciousness leaving them in a hazy state where they are willing to just go with the flow and do whatever I, or actually you could say we, desire. There was a little hiccup in this stage as she picked up on 'morning sausage' having a double meaning and wanted to fuck you. I wanted to get something to eat though and moved on to Stage three: I knock her the fuck out and ride her body like a rented mule. Unfortunately she started to wake back up while my attention was elsewhere. Resulting in our desires getting mixed up a bit and she snuck a fingering into my snack-time. Which she only got away with because I was thinking of fucking you six ways from Sunday as a nice thank you for taking me out to eat." There is that predatory glimmer in her eyes again. "Now I believe you owe me some meat." Ashley's hands begin to snake across the armrest into my lap. Petting my bulge a bit before trying to sneak just a bit further to the fast food bag.

I catch her hands and pull them back to my crotch. "Ah ah ah. I don't think I can trust you to keep Ashley in check without giving her her fucking fucking first. Why don't you try riding me and I'll give you as much as I think you can take." No sooner were the words out my lips than my cock was out of my pants.

"Deal." With an inhuman grace she twisted herself into my lap while sliding out of the boxers. Her left hand made a firm down-stroke and held me at the perfect angle for entry while her right raked it's nails up the sensitive underside of my shaft. I shuddered in barely contained delight my hands abandoning her wrist to clutch the door and armrest. I sucked for air as her hands shifted. Her left circling around to cradle my balls while the nails on her right cruelly slashed at my southern head and as if on cue. Just when I could take no more her right hand flew to face and drew my gaze into hers as she slammed down enveloping me in her warmth. I belted out a half strangled groan as my body surrendered it's heavy payload. She smiled and retrieved a single sausage link.