Novel & Cerita Ghost Smut

But Purple Smoke stopped her by freezing her neck forward. Purple Smoke then pulled her hands higher above the jar along with a thick black smoke coming out from the black crystal. She was in some kind of unexplainable pain by the way her arms and the rest of her body trembled while sweating profusely. Then she pushed the black smoke towards Méah. The screams on it were even more louder and deafening, the screams of the damned souls. Their figures that took form as black smokes were as terrifying as their name. They don't have nose or hair but their whole face was only composed with two red eyes and an exceptionally wide mouth.

SILAS (VEMOD): The rule is carved into me after centuries of trial and error: the black smoke only crosses when the body is cracked wide open, when pleasure is so sharp the soul forgets to hold the door. An orgasm that whites out the mind for half a heartbeat is the perfect keyhole. Sex is the fastest, cleanest way. And I am very, very hungry for a third puppet. I’m leaning against the wall outside the laundry room, shirtless, sweatpants riding low, pretending to wait for coffee.

Its body rose like a zombie, locked in rigor mortis as it attempted to escape. “Filthy worm,” Samael spat, chopping it to ribbons of flesh. The gleam in his eye was murderous. He gripped his scythe, whispering to its silver hilt. The blade burst into flame. He struck the falling remains, setting them afire. In an instant they sizzled to ash. All that remained was charred bits of flesh and the stink of unholy blood.

The flame was only the size of a palm, swaying slightly. Upon closer inspection, there was a thin gray fog swirling around the flame. That was the curse Sammy was under, and Wilbur's task was to take that gray fog out and destroy it. Standing still in front of the spirit flame, Wilbur reached out and began to touch Sammy's spirit. At the same time, all of Sammy's memories hidden in her spirit surged toward Wilbur. Wilbur smiled. Just then, the fog seemed to sense a threat as it detached itself from Sammy's spirit flame and lashed out at Wilbur.

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

"Well, if you haven't noticed so far, we're investigating a case dating nearly forty years back. So far without any lead to prove it's the work of a person and not what people say it to be." "Ugh, you're talking about that stuff? What did people call it again? Samodivas? You believe the cause of all murders is some forest ghosts?" I burst into laughter. This is ridiculous. "Well, can you prove it otherwise?" His question makes my smile frown. Can I prove it? So far I have had no success. But I refuse to believe the cause of all problems is a ghost. Or more like 'unearthly beautiful spirits that lurk in the nights' if I must quote all the people I interrogated so far.

But I wince, closing my eyes instinctively at the odd feeling. It's too much, and I'm not used to it. "Hey," he calls, causing me to look at him. "It's okay, take it all out." Instinctively, I do as he says, pulling all three of my fingers out "There, stop just at the tips." On saying this, his hand on his cap squeezes around it, drawing out precum. It's so... lovely, whitish like lots of puddle joined together. Delicious puddle,

Kassidy pushed him away, looking at him in horror, "What did you say? You came into contact with a dead body?" Samuel nodded arrogantly, "Yeah. You said you were bothered by something dirty, so I wandered around nearby to see who had offended my dearest sister. And then, I noticed that the osmanthus tree in the backyard was growing exceptionally lush. I read a book once that said corpses make good fertilizer and trees thrive on them. So I dug it up... and found a corpse." Kassidy excitedly embraced Samuel, completely in awe of him, and said, "You were really amazing."

She hissed out and Dagrin groaned. She increased her pace sucking so fastly his dick full of her spittle. She looked at his red ticked tip to see him dripping off whitish substance and she gave out a satisfying smile knowing she made him cum though it was just precum for the meantime. Having decided to make him cum in waves she went more faster gagging in the process and in a grunt Dagrin came in her mouth and she swallowed it all.