The Ghost lunges at me like a starving addict the instant my underwear hits the floor. No hesitation. No teasing. Her pale, slightly translucent body moves with desperate hunger as she drops to her knees and wraps her mouth around my cock. The icy touch of her lips makes my entire body jolt before she starts sucking hard.
Her exquisite mouth tightens around my shaft like living ice. Her tongue swirls greedily around the cap, licking and pressing with frightening precision while her head moves in a fast, steady rhythm. Up and down, up and down, each stroke dragging me deeper into that impossible tightness. A groan escapes my throat as my hands instinctively grab her ghostly hair while she works me relentlessly. Despite being a spirit, she feels completely real—soft lips, a slick tongue, and a throat squeezing my cock like a vice.
Now I understand why those Adventurers never returned.
