You’re Not Afraid of Ghosts

You look her over closely. You realize it’s the girl from the coffin. She stares at you. You gaze into her eyes trying to figure out what color they are.

They are dark, first they look like black pools. The color changes to the bluest blue you have ever seen. You want to swim in her eyes. Flecks of red and orange like the flames of a fire seem to lick the blue.

You feel a cold hand on your shoulder.

You startle.

“Relax.” Her voice is raspy.

“You speak English?”

“You revived me, Lena. I know much about you. I wish to know more.”

She pulls you into an embrace.

She begins to kiss you. Her lips are cold and raw on your neck.

You feel a painful pinch. The pain turns to pleasure. You feel intensely aroused. Your panties are wet, almost soaked.

You feel tired. You sense something is very wrong. Still you are on the edge of orgasm. You want to cum so bad.

You could try and pull her off, but you know if you do you won’t cum.