It was one of many fantasies she had entertained while she waited for the ghost to appear.
“You speak so lewdly,” laughed the ghost.
For a moment Felisa was afraid her request had crossed some line. He reached his hand around to the back of her head, threading his cold fingers into her silken hair as he pulled her down. She moaned with lust as he pulled her head to his lap.
“Then warm my cock, my love,” he said. “It is cold and yearns for your heat.”
For something she had never attempted before, the princess took to sucking upon Vincente’s proud cock with natural skill. She instinctively traced the ridges and shape of his manhood with her tongue. She admired it with licks and kisses and gentle sucks. And when she put it into her mouth and began to bob the soft, wet oval of her lips, her ghostly lover began to moan with pleasure.
“Perhaps… perhaps you have learned some new things… Selena,” he groaned and caressed her head as she slurped on his spectral fuckspear.
Vincente’s ghostly hands were not idle. Though he held her head with his natural appendages, he conjured still more, and these caressed her round buttocks, trailed fingers down her crack, and slipped her panties down from her hips. He fucked her with two fingers into her hot trench and another claiming the back passage of her anus.
“MMmmmmmm!” she cried around his hard cock, but she could not be dissuaded from her oral attentions.
Her spit warmed his haunted cock and seemed to breathe life into the heavy sack of his bollocks. She fondled his spit-soaked eggs as she slurped up and down his hardness. When his precum began to flow against her tongue, she found the sweet taste addicting. It reminded her of the way the violet flower had smelled and she swallowed it greedily, eager for his full seed to burst forth into her mouth.
“Oh, Selena,” moaned the ghost. “I cannot say how many years it has been. I want to touch every part of your body and know every pleasure with you all at once.”
He made a good effort at doing just that with two more spectral hands that reached beneath her gown to cup and fondle Felisa’s plump breasts. The fingers that pinched at her nipples seemed warmer than before. The fingers that pumped in and out of her pussy and asshole certainly seemed warmer.
“My love,” she moaned around his cock. “Oh, my body is yours. I want to share everything with you.”
She returned her mouth to him with a wet slurp. He stiffened at her confession of love. For a moment, she thought she had done something wrong. She began to lift her mouth from his cock to ask him and she felt his cock twitch in her grasp. She was struck in the lips and chin by a hot geyser of ghostly goo.
“Ohhhhh, Selena,” he cried.
She returned her lips to him and sucked and she drank the hot brew of his loins with total abandon. She swallowed each pump of spectral spunk and felt a stifling weight in her chest. It passed after a moment and she continued to suck and swallow him until he urged her to lift her head. His cock fell free and he kissed her.
“Oh, my love, you have made me so happy,” he said and pulled her into his arms. The many hands that touched her were reduced to his two hands. They lifted her atop his still-hard cock and impaled her pussy on every inch of his manhood. She rode atop him, her breasts bouncing free as her gown slipped off her body in ribbons that turned to nothing.
“Yes, yes,” gasped Felisa. “Ohhhhh, yes, I love you!”
She kissed him, every promise fulfilled and every desire answered by his touch. He held her ass and moved her up and down on his straining member. She shrieked with release and he came again and flooded her vessel with his hot spunk.
“Again,” she panted, her inner muscles still squeezing around him.
It was only as she turned and saw herself lying on the bed, that the princess realized what had happened. She fell to her hands and knees beside her lifeless body and looked into her glassy eyes as Vincente took her from behind. Her breasts swayed. His flesh slapped against hers with every stroke. She looked back at him, over her shoulder, and saw the handsome man he had been in life, while the world around them had taken on the gray and gloomy palette of death.
“Where are we?” she gasped as he fucked her from behind.
“We are home, at long last, Selena,” he groaned, slamming his cock in and out of her creamy pussy. “We are together.”
“Yesssss,” was the only word she could find as another orgasm overtook her.
The ghostly princess’s cries of pleasure echoed from the walls of the manor and took on the tone of a howling wind. In her bed a few doors down, Cosima turned onto her side and covered her head with a pillow to shut out the sound.
Epilogue
The huge manor house was dark and partly burned. Its irregular shape in the moonlight reminded Princess Renata Sansona more of the carcass of a huge beast rather than a house. She could see similar thoughts reflected in the expressions of the men she had brought with her from the Lagunari brigade. These were veterans of ship-to-ship combat, men who had stormed cannon forts along the silver coast, and even they were ill at ease.
“Forward,” said Renata, waving her saber.
The front door of the house broke loose from its hinges with three strikes of the ram. The place smelled of rain and smoke. There were bits of refuse in the great hall, though it had clearly been unoccupied for some time.
“Maybe she left this place,” offered the Lagunari commander. “That witchwoman could have taken her. You know the rama are natural thieves and kidnappers. She could have gone back…”
Renata held up a hand to quiet him and walked across the main hall to the courtyard. An intertwine pair of strange violet flowers was the only thing alive in the dismal garden. The Lagunari commander sent his men off to search the sprawling manor and he joined Renata as the princess stepped into the courtyard. There was a strange smell to the air; perfumed, cloying even. It covered a strange scent of ancient caves and tombstones.
Renata took off her glove and reached out her fingers to touch one of the oddly fleshy petals of the flower.
“Sir! My lady! We’ve found something!”
Renata drew her hand back and returned to the main room. The trooper led Renata and the commander up the half-burned stairs and into a fire-gutted bedroom. The body on the ruins of the bed was burned and badly decomposed.
“Oh, Felisa,” moaned Renata, falling to her knees beside the charred corpse.
“It might not be her,” offered the commander.
“It is her,” said the princess and she took hold of the corpse’s hand. “I know it. The hair that isn’t burned is just like hers.”
The commander had the temerity to pull Renata to her feet.
“Come with me, princess. You should not see this any longer. I will have my men collect her bones, to be interred—“
“Leave me!” shouted Renata. “By the gods, leave me with my sister. Leave me and I will come to you when I am done.”
The Lagunari men hung their heads sympathetically and filed out of the burned bedroom. Renata waited for the men to leave before returning to Felisa’s side. She put her hands upon the body, so shrunken by the fire and the passage of time. It was many years since Felisa was sent away. Mother was dead and father was nearly insane with dementia. Renata had felt her sister was still alive, somehow, yet now she saw it had all been a mistake.
“I’m so sorry, Felisa,” wept Renata. “I should have come for you sooner. Now… now I will take you home to lay your bones beside mother.”
No…
The voice was distinctly feminine. It seemed to come from nowhere at all.
“Sister? Felisa, is that you?”
Renata’s breath began to steam as the air of the bedroom became suddenly cold. An unearthly blue-white glow appeared on the other side of the bed. Two human figures began to take shape. Renata stood, wiped her eyes, and drew her sword.
The specter of Felisa Sansona floated gently beside a handsome, fair-haired man. Both figures had stared at Renata with sunken
black eyes.
“Y-you’ve become a ghost,” moaned Renata as she took a step back against the wall.
“I am not Felisa any longer,” said Renata’s sister. “I am Selena, as I have always been Selena. Bride of Lord Vincente Poletti.”
“I will inter your bones alongside mother,” said Renata. “You will be at peace.”
“Peace?” Felisa drifted across the bed and reached out her ghostly hand to touch Renata’s face. “I am happy here, my sister. So long as this house stands Vincente and I will have each other.”
“The house is crumbling,” said her sister. “Half of it is burned down.”
“Yes, the rama woman tried to burn it down,” said Felisa. “I no longer remember her name. I remember… I liked her. But she was wrong about so much. She tried to keep me from my love.”
Felisa’s ghost drifted back over to Vincente and the two spirit began to kiss. Their kissing became amorous and Renata turned aside her gaze.
“Your sister is shy,” said Vincente.
Their bodies moved in a lewd parody of an act of love as they floated into the air, moaning and gasping in a manner that both frightened and excited Renata.
“I w-will go, my sister,” said the living princess to the undead. “I will… I will see your house is not brought down.”
“Yesssss,” moaned Felisa, though Renata could not be sure if her ghostly sister was answering her or replying to Vincente’s tongue betwixt her thighs.
Renata backed towards the door. As she prepared to turn away from the hauntingly erotic scene playing out, Felisa called to her.
“Thank you for coming to visit me,” gasped Felisa as her hands stroked the hardness that jutted from Vincente. “What a beautiful woman you have become.”
Renata rejoined the Luganari, her features pale and drawn after the brush with the undead.
“We go,” she said the commander. “Felisa’s body remains here.”
“Shall we raze the building, my lady?” asked the commander.
“No.” She drew herself up and spoke with authority. “Beginning in a week, we will send out carpenters to repair the building. Stop the leaks and preserve the structures. No workers stay after the sun goes down. I will return frequently to check that the work is done properly and my sister… is safe in her tomb.”
The Luganari commander did not understand the point of Renata’s orders, but he did not argue. The company of soldiers departed from the house. The princess was the last to mount the saddle of her horse. She looked back over her shoulder and saw that Vincente and Felisa were watching her from one of the upper windows.
“Farewell, sister,” said Renata. “I hope to see you again.”
She set off down the mountain and a certain peace came over her. Though she knew, once and for all, her sister was dead, she also saw that perhaps the curse had been lifted after all. For in her restless death, Felisa was truly happy.
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