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Haunted by... you? (Skelace/cheerio)

His hand on her ass slid through her dress, and her panties, slowly pressing against he pussy. His other hand sliding across her skin, caressing her. He slowly pulled away from the kiss only to give her soft gentle kisses down her neck, light as a feather.
 
His soft kisses had drawn a second low moan of need from her and she shifted away for only a few seconds, needing to be rid of her clothes as she moved back into his touch, her legs sliding open for him again as she felt him pressure her slightly, arching into him and moaning out softly, her words soft but clear. "Yes..." She was clearly welcoming him and needing him. All of him. She had paused to look up at him, seeking his eyes as she whispered a quiet. "Please..." She was soaking for him already, craving it all.
 
His clothes disappeared as she asked for him. His shaft grew and he began to rub himself against her not penetrating, her warmth fulling his being. Since he could no longer feel pleasure, he was going to make this the best night of her life. As he teased her with his cock he let his right hand go down and play with her clit while, his left began caressing her breasts.
 
She had mewled as she bucked into him, her gasp clear as she came down slightly again, her nipple becoming hard under his touch even as she bucked into his hand and cock, needing him badly by now, her legs sliding further open, baring it all to him. She had never been opened to a man before like this as she arched again, feeling herself grow damper by the second, her need coating his fingers.
 
He finally gave in to her demands. Letting his cock slowly penetrate her. It slid in smoothly and easily, as her juices lubricated him all the way in. He laid down on her his hands sliding to the back of her ass touching her in the places his cock could not. He began to nibble softly on her breast, letting his tongue encircle her nipple.
 
His lips over her nipple drew it further hard and she had arched into his lips and cock as one, his hands supporting her as she did so. She had felt the smallest hint of pain before the pleasure took over, her body soacking him with juices and she shifted into his thrusts, her moans soft but wanton, her gaps rising slightly even as she breathed his name. "Martel..." She had been afraid at first and had not wanted to be here at all, now she wanted nothing more than this ghost inside her and bringing her to her climax, as many times as he wished.
 
As he felt her nipple get harder he began to suck it harder and harder as his waist slid into hers. His hand moved through her ass sending a shiver up her spine coming out he let his hand play with her clit, as her tight little pussy was taken over by his cock. He began to move faster and faster into her out of instinct, the fact that she was whispering his name through gasps of pleasure let him know he was doing right by her.
 
His lips drew harder on her and she all but mewled as she arched against him, enjoying the added feel of his fingers on her clit, her gasps rising as he did so. He had moved faster and she bucks to him again, crying out again, his name leaving her lips over and over, getting slowly more and more moaned. She was on the edge now, all but clawing at the bed and Martel, crying out again and pressing harder onto him, needing the release.
 
He pounded her as she cried out his name like music to his ears. He knew she was close, and he wanted nothing more than to release her, so every movement was made for her enjoyment. His fingers moved ferociously over her clit, and his other hand worked on massaging her breast. If he could give her pleasure this one night it would be worth all his years in purgatory.
 
She had hit her climax hard and fast. Every single one of his moves had drawn her higher and closer to a release and when she hit her body had drawn tense under him, mewling softly. "Martel." The name was panted as she came down, having repeated it time and again. She had drawn still then, knowing full well she was likely to leave the human realm soon. Suddenly it didn't seem like such a bad thing.
 
Martel continued to giver pleasure, even greater now as she had released the pressure that had built up inside her, leaving her body sensitive to the touch. He wanted her to go out with a bang of feeling as it would be the last she ever felt. He kept pushing himself inside of her now even easier as he juices let him slide in and out easily.
 
The feeling of him continuing to please her had brought soft whimpering mewls of pleasure to her lips, her gasps and cries growing again despite her exhaustion. As she felt the poison getting closer to her heart she pushed herself tightly against Martel, clinging hard to him as she did so, feeling her body clench around him and against him before she fell back, panting with the pressure of a second climax, feeling the poison hit her. She managed to whisper a final few words before slipping under. "Thank you.... Thank you so much." The words were her last as she lay still.

((OOC: Do we want to keep them as spirits or??))
 
As he felt her spirit leave her body motionless, he almost cried. But instead he gave the lonely girl a kiss, "Farewell my dear." He picked up her body moving it down stairs intending to go out into his cemetery to bury her.

((Sure thats fine with me))
 
The girl had been left a spirit. She had started out seethrough but as she followed the master of the house as he went to bury her she found that her body regained colour and shape, her clothes magically melting back onto her, the last she had worn. Her hair was next to come, then eyes, then skin. "M... Martel?" She spoke softly, reaching to touch him, surprised to find she could. "Martel..."
 
At first Martel assumed that the voice calling his was one of the servants, "Not now I do not wish to be disturbed." Then as she spoke his name and reached out for him he realized it was her."I said I am..." He was startled a little bit by the fact he never expected to feel her touch again as he turned around to see her nearly dropping what once contained her soul. Her touch was still so gentle even after death. "Ah... ha... how? Why... Why are you back?"
 
"I... don't know." The reply was soft and she spoke shyly. "I... do... do you want me to go?" She looked scared and a little lonely. She hadn't known what was happening and she spoke shyly then looked down. She was choking slightly on fears and her tears. She had turned to go.
 
"Don't go..." He grabbed her hand softly knowing how scared she must be. "I- I just don't understand... why didn't you go to light?" He was careful not to make any sudden movements as if she were a scared little animal. He pulled her once again close to his body.
 
His touch had softened as he grabbed her arm, her small gasp clear as she turned back to him, listening to his words and flushing lightly. "I...I don't know." She was snuffling as he pulled her closer again, burying her face into his shoulder, clearly crying and timid. "I..I don't understand." She paused then added. "I...I didn't want to leave... but..." She shook her head. "I don't...I don't know how I stayed."
 
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