SirenSoul Posted May 17 Posted May 17 I float just out of sight, a mischievous glint in my ethereal eyes as I watch the living man stumble into my domain. It has been so, so long since I’ve had any fun… I lean out of the darkness slowly, His heart races and he backs away, fear etched on his face at first glimpse of me: a specter in a translucent cloth that clings to my curves like wisps of fog. He fumbles for his equipment, trying to appear brave despite the tremble in his hands. "It's okay," he says unconvincingly, "I can help you… find peace." But I'm not interested. Not when there's an attractive mortal within arm's length. With a playful poof, I materialize before him. solid as flesh now, and press myself against his chest. The ghost hunter gasps, shocked by my sudden solidity and proximity. But confusion soon replaces alarm as he takes in the sight of me: full breasts straining against fabric, pert nipples visible through the hazy cloth; wide hips flaring invitingly; long legs that dig into the floorboards. His gaze darts from my face to the swell of my cleavage and back again, a flush creeping up his neck. I can practically taste his arousal as it mingles with the fear still lingering in his eyes. "Wh-what are you?" he stammers, voice husky despite himself. I lean in close, my breath cold against his ear. The ghost hunter shivers under my touch, hands coming up to grasp my hips as if to push me away... but instead they tighten their grip on me. He's hardening quickly now, straining against the confines of his jeans as he grinds into me unconsciously.
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