The ruinous basement glowed with dim blue light. The residual arcane light pulsed faintly, and dust settled and drifted when she, the spook, the ghoulish specter, moved around.
Rennia, bare-bottomed, hid her cock away and had curled into the corner of the room like she had been scolded. She was tense and emotionally confused. She stared at the snow-white thing that teased her, made fun of her, and haunted her.
Everywhere she had tried crawling, the ghost would follow. The specter was translucent, but less so in her genital area. The spook was indeed another "futanari", and if what she believed was true: then she was looking at the "Master."
Rennia was shaking, one hand over her knee and the other over her penis. The ghost kept moving back and forth, fidgeting and thinking. She half wished she had brought salt down here with her; maybe that would chase the fiend away.
Salt? Her meat was salted? Would that be enough, throw the spook with salted meat and hope the pork sends her away? No. Probably not.
"Soooo, if you could explain to me why you came here, why you stumbled down here, and why you look like Ilna, that would be very nice. I was in a slumbering state for the last few months, and I didn't wake until I felt a massive sexual energy surge through my surroundings. Unfortunately, I've been left trapped in this state for years."
Sexual energy? What the fuck did that mean.
Rennia looked away. She wished she had a blanket to cover herself with. If she didn't look or see or cover her eyes, the succubus wouldn't get her.
The ghost raised her voice. "Do I need to repeat myself? Why the hell are you here!" Her voice echoed off the wall, and Rennia snapped.
She shouted in turn. "I WAS SENT HERE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!"
"Oh? By whom?"
"My mother, Ilna Perillion."
The ghost snickered, "So my suspicions are correct. Then you are her daughter, because I know she has brothers but no sisters. It's amazing really, you look like a pair of twins, although she was a bit older the last time I had seen her. Say, are you an only child?"
"What?" Rennia moped. "Oh, no. Are you the Master?"
"The master? What... Oh, yes, I was her master, and she was my student in the art of being a high adventurer, only the best. Then we broke off after we destroyed the dark queen and her psychotic army."
Rennia's eyes narrowed. "The dark queen? The demon Queen? The darklord?"
"Yes, your mother never told you? Well, actually she slew the witch, but it was my quest. But then they ended up giving your mother all the credit, and so she became a hero, let it get to her head. She disappeared, abandoned me. Abandoned our love. Even our fun." She wiggled her ghostly thighs, and the lance between them flopped up and down.
Rennia's head hurt. Some things didn't add up, and some revelations had been made. Her mother was a hero? The hero of the kingdom? That sounded like some bullshit. Straight-up nonsense, hogwash.
"You're speaking out of your backside. You're lying. Making stuff up to torment me, play with my head. Trying to curse me. I see you for what you are. Lich-thing!"
The ghost started giggling. "Honey, if I was a lich, you would be dead. Lying? Now, who walks into someone else's domain and starts accusing people of lying? A disingenuous little brat like you, and who gave you the right to walk around naked in my tavern!"
Rennia's cheeks lit up, she was taking a bath in the absurdly huge, kitchen sink but did she have a choice, she smelled like rat blood. "I...I can explain all that."
"Can you? Honestly, you disgust me Perillion girl." The ghost turned up her nose.
"Huh!" Rennia was taken aback. She was disgusting? She supposed it was true relative to the position she was in a few minutes ago, but there were very little choices here.
Her stress had started subsiding; the woman wasn't so scary, maybe comically weird, never mind the fact that the specter was sporting a cock. Shouldn't more spirits be naked like this one, who dies and haunts with their clothes on anyway.
"What do you mean 'huh'? Do you know what it's like to be trapped in this state? Astral projection isn't an easy skill, and having to do it for years is utterly painful. Having nothing and no one to have sex with except wandering goblin girls. It's infuriating. This was all that mage's fault, now. She blew up my tavern; I was caught in the blast. Years of doing nothing but wandering these grounds. I have been waiting years. Years. For someone to help me. The last person who came down here ran with their tail tucked. And none of my companions came looking. I'm furious, but first..."
Rennia couldn't make sense of half her ramble. But the spirit was stirring, no, the spirit was stroking her penis slowly and staring strangely at Rennia. Her face sharpened, and then she hovered over to her.
"First?"
"First, listen, let's negotiate..."
"What's there to negotiate? Go back to the other side, to whatever place you're supposed to be at."
"I would, if I was dead. I'm not. Do you know what astral projection means? You moron. My body is immortal, but enough damage can still knock me out. I had to do it to not succumb spiritually from the mage's mana . I need energy to stay conscious, sexual energy."
Rennia gulped. "You don't mean..."
"Yes, I need your energy. You've been sent here for a reason. Why is that?"
Rennia frowned. She didn't know if she could trust this woman, but her options were limited. "I was exiled, but before that happened, this...penis grew out of me. I ate a fruit of Eve; my friend and I both did, and they took her away as well. My mother sent me here. Said someone would train me. You? I thought. I guess not."
"Hold on a minute, before you draw "hasty" conclusions. Exile is a little excessive. Hereditary futanarism isn't exactly common. You were exiled from where?"
"Kibblestadt. I went mad; the person I had a crush on, he saw me with my friend. I ran after him; I couldn't control myself. I was..."
"Controlled by high emotions, strong emotions, compulsive sexual desires, the feeling of being possessed. Yes, I know that too well. We have much to discuss, Miss Rennia, but first, since your mother entrusted your tutelage to me, and I am in need of spiritual sustenance, would you kindly bend over?"
"Huh?"
"Here we go again. What is so unclear? I need to have sex with something, anything. Your mouth, your backside, or that tucked-away pussy. Help me, and I'll help you control your problem."
Rennia gaped, standing open-mouthed. She'd never been penetrated anally before, and much less by a spook. That would be unnatural. Sex, sex was fine. Sex with a specter or a monster was plain weird. She'd be a freak.
Her cock twitched. What did she have to lose? Her vaginal chastity, lost that long ago on a lonely night by a campfire. But to do this with a ghost?
She pondered. Goblins were apparently in the surrounding area. There were giant rat tunnels below her. She had lost most of her class levels. Tiamael had abandoned her for days and wouldn't be back for who knows how long. "Ilna" sent her here, knowing she'd be taken by this strange woman. What did she have to lose? She had already lost Lyanna and most of her friends and Edric. She had nothing going for her; her reputation was gone. What was a little intimate encounter with the devil?
She took a deep breath and put her hands on the first step of the stairs, looking back at the specter who waited behind her. Her cock dropped down.
Oh my goddess. What am I doing.
The specter smiled at her. Her large penis was dangling; Rennia had never taken something like that before. But it was throbbing, and some part of her, some hidden part of her, wanted that cock in her.
"Yes, submissive, just how I like it. Now, squeeze for your lady Ishmere."