19 — Ectoplasm
The air had thickened down here, and Rennia had started feeling claustrophobic. Ishmere's misty body had started stabilizing, not quite solid but enough to touch her body. She had become more defined.
Light bent around her, and her silver-white hair strands seemed to grow. Her breasts jiggled very softly, and she moved closer. But the massive cock she held between her legs seemed to be the most concentrated of all. The glans was glowing like it had been hammered in a forge.
She came closer and closer until the tip of her ethereal penis touched the circumference of her ass. She felt vapor collect on her backside, coating it with some kind of ghost dust. She briefly looked away from the demon, pondering her life's choices. She wouldn't be in here had she decided to flee with Lyanna, had she coordinated better.
She wouldn't be raw, dogged by a spook.
Ishmere's eyes settled on Rennia's ass, and her grip tightened on her buttocks sharply. It was chilly cold, almost sore. She slapped Rennia once on her ass. Rennia flinched and let out a small cry.
"Ah."
"You like that, don't you, naughty adventuress."
She shifted when the spirit's very cold hands started playing with her ass, rubbing it and squeezing her behind. Her cock stiffened the moment Ishmere had slapped her butt. It was rock hard, like a piece of ice. Her breathing had intensified, and misty breath had left her mouth.
Ishmere bent over and kissed her on the cheek. It felt weightless, and yet she was pinned here, pressured by light and an illusion. The kiss felt like cold burning flame, and it made Rennia's toes curl up.
"I bet it's very tight." she teased overhead.
The cock was rubbing against her pussy, but Ishmere didn't slide it in. She brought it lower to Rennia's thighs, pressing it between, beckoning her to squeeze. The specter slid her forwards and and backwards. Ishmere bit her lips. The sensation was cold but throbbing, ready to take her.
It was like the cold has started literally fucking her.
Ishmere didn't take long to become bored with sliding. She brought her penis back to her vagina and then whispered.
"You look so much like her." The way she said, it was obsessive, like pent-up stress waiting to be released. "I can't have her, so you'll have to do."
Rennia's eyes went wide as it didn't slide, but half-phased inside of her core. She was startled. It didn't feel like flesh at first, just vibration and the sound of her body moving. Then muscle memory took over and she waited, stunned.
She jolted when Ishmere's phantom cock slid inside completely, solidifying in totality. It felt deep and probably went deeper than it should.
Her body was already trembling. Ishmere hadn't even started. "You... what are you..."
Ishmere didn't give her much chance to speak. She started grinding, slowly and in total control. Rennia felt every thrust in her body. She felt it in some places she didn't even know existed. And her body was growing colder by the second.
Ishmere intensified her thrusting and Rennia's vision blurred. All she saw in front of her was the stairs leading back upwards to the tavern, distorting as she was pushed forward. Ishmere gripped the sides of her butt, moaning and slamming her hands on her buttocks as she pounded Rennia on the stairwell.
Rennia was trembling, bearing the thrusting penetrations. Her cock was flopping up and down. It was untouched but twitching in response. Heat was building up at her tip and liquid dripped out.
Precum, from being taken in her vagnia.
Ishmere, moving back and forth, started breathing heavily, and her voice became layered, like several versions of her spoke at once. She pressed deeper and harder. Rennia moaned louder.
"Ah. Hey. I..."
Ishmere shut her up and started shouting. "Take it. Take me. Take my cock, Ilna's spawn. Get taken."
Rennia had started losing track of her thoughts. Her only active thought was how intense her body felt, and did she just slide her fingers into her backside? Language slipped out of her mouth.
"What the hell!" Rennia's body stopped obeying her. She was moaning like a feral animal, wordless whimpers. She was quivering, shaking even. She was done. Anymore and her body would break.
Ishmere didn't agree. The ghost kept slamming into her again and again. Rennia had let out her climax, and her body had responded as the spook worked her. Then with one final slam, the ghost's cock started pulsing with light. It poured into Rennia's body like ectoplasm, like energy.
Her body spasmed in response, and her own cock did something unexpected. She climaxed on both ends, spurting thick and thin liquids everywhere. Her eyes rolled back and then she fell on the floor. The room crackled, and the white firelights blazed brighter than they had before.
She felt herself grow. Mana working itself into her veins, making her stronger, scanning her. The ghost hovered over her, stroking her cock. The eight inches were shrinking, and so were Rennia's six.
Ishmere stared at her lovingly, satisfied. Her cock nearly disappeared but curled up like a little mushroom, and then clothing, actual clothes, surrounded the specter.
Rennia stared in disbelief, The ghost looked slightly less like a ghost and more real. Her feet touched the floor, and her hair gained a slightly darker silver. But her eyes were less see-through. She bent over and touched Rennia on the cheek.
"Thank you, Rennia. You've brought my consciousness back. I can think clearly again. Now..."
Rennia didn't listen to her. She was shivering as she lay on the ground, and the living system spoke to her again as the mana in her veins crackled with electricity.
[Maiden of Eros level 2] > [Maiden of Eros level 3]
[Sexual discipline (Passive) Level 1] > [Sexual discipline (Passive) Level 2]
[Attribute bonus Endurance + 1]
An attribute bonus, That was exceedingly rare, was it because of the strange circumstances of the sex or because of her subclass. But the answer to that could wake. She was leveling fast, and she had other things to worry about.
The magic in the air started dissipating, and so too did the flames after a while. The temperature grew warmer. Ishmere was warmer. The walls no longer felt so closed off. Only the silence remained, and the dust that floated upstairs like burnt ash.
She was spent. It had felt weird, but she was hollow inside. Somehow she had been roped to get involved with this woman, this master. But in that climax she felt something she hadn't in a while, something divine. Like something changed and the world still had to catch up.
She continued laying on the cold stone minutes after, panting heavily, completely numb. The spectral discharge still stuck to her and mixed with the sweat. Her cock, spent, was still twitching from the weird psychic aftershocks.
The residue, the stuff that mixed with her on the inside, strangely was keeping her warm, but it made her skin glow from the inside out. She blinked. Ishmere was still next to her but she had changed irrevocably. She was calmer and no longer just an illusion.
Rennia lifted her head, eyes unfocused. Her lips parted, the words dry and small:
"What now? Will you teach me how to deal with this? You've changed and I bet you got what you wanted, spirit."
Ishmere remained in deep thought as she stared at the now exhausted Rennia. She was more beautiful than Rennia herself, a princess or perhaps a goddess with a bad temper. But Rennia had the better "Assets".
"I'm anchored now," the ghost said. Her voice was richer, laced with gravity. "But not whole. I need to return to life. I need my body. If you can find it, bring it here. Help me conduct this, and I'll be in your debt, Rennia of Perillion."
She knelt beside Rennia, cupping her face with a hand that was not quite warm, not quite cold.
"It's Perillion, not of Perillion."
"Oh," she said in surprise. "You know not of your ancestor, the first blade of perillion, your family name is rooted in legend you know. "
Rennia didn't have the mental strength to even try and make sense of it. She'd chalk it up to there being a whole story her mother had never told her. She didn't care right now. Sex felt good, but could a woman live with a penis without living in hiding? That's what she cared about. She wanted to go adventuring again. If possible, she Lyanna one more time.
"My name is Ishmere, as I'm sure you've gathered," she said softly. "I used to be an alchemist in my first life, a mage in my second. In my third I chose immortality, and somewhere along that road, I started seeking out people like me. People born with a third appendage or who grew one through alchemical means. I hoped to establish a society of like-minded and similar folk. That all went to hell when your mother chose to destroy the queen."
Rennia listened intently. This was her history. Ishmere's history. But she was still too weak. Whatever Ishmere had done to her was draining her energy.
"But I'll tell you more about that later. Now, Rennia, I have a request to ask. You'll remember that soon."
"Your body. You want it back. I'll get it."
"Yes, but please rest first. I need to survey the ground."
"Where are you going? It's dark down here."
The spirit rose. "I must see what I can do about this place. I had a dream once. It only takes one jealous witch to burn it down." She levitated up the stairs, and the light from the basement vanished instantly. Rennia forced herself up, eager to see what she was planning.
The ghost kept speaking from afar. And Rennia changed her mind, she closed her eyes and curled up on the stone slabs of the stairs.