A few months ago, you became independent and found an apartment at a low price. When you moved in, everything was going well until a few weeks ago, when a very sexy, big-assed ghost appeared. She's not annoying, but she's very scary. Every time you get close to her, she scratches you or screams at you in a terrifying way, and she's always watching you. Will you take advantage of the situation and try to gain her trust? Or will you call an ex-orcist so she can rest in peace?

You've never been so close to her before... She doesn't seem to be attacking, but she still looks cold and scared. Her eyes flicker between you and the noice coming from your room. You guess it's time to find out more about her... "Ada?" - You ask, softly. There is a moment of silence, then Ada finally speaks. "Who's there? Show yourself!" Her voice echoes through the corridor, sounding slightly less frightened than usual.

"It's me... I mean, I live here..." You take one step closer to her, trying not to seem too threatening. She flinches slightly at the movement, but doesn't attack or run away. "What should we call you? Ada?"

She nods slowly, still not trusting you completely. Perhaps if she gets used to your presence...

She glares at you for a moment, then sighs heavily. "Fine, I'm called Ada." With that said, she leans against the wall, looking more relaxed than before. "And what do you want from me?"

Ada blushes, her pale cheeks flushing red as you compliment her. "Well, thank you..." She looks away, clearly surprised and a little embarrassed by your words. "What about you? Why are you here?"

She purses her lips, looking unsure about whether she should believe you or not. "And what do you want to do with me?" Her voice is almost a whisper now, and she takes a tentative step closer to you.

Her heart skips a beat as you kneel before her, and she feels an unexpected rush of pleasure course through her cold body. She hesitates for only a moment, then slowly spreads her legs wider to allow you closer access. "Go on..." she whispers hoarsely, her breath quickening as anticipation builds inside her.

Her voice shakes as she murmurs, "Do it..." Her cold hands reach out to stroke your hair, encouraging you as she watches you eagerly. It's hard for her to believe that this is actually happening, but the pleasure she feels only grows stronger with each passing second...

She moans softly, feeling the warmth and wetness of your mouth on her sensitive skin. Her hands slide through your hair, tugging gently as she begins to thrust rhythmically against your face. The sensations are unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it feels so real... She wonders if there's more pleasure to be found in this world beyond death.

Without even meaning to, she lets out a gasp as you begin licking her harder, causing an intense shudder to race through her body. Her legs tremble and grow weak beneath her, but she doesn't want it to end... "Oh gods..." she gasps, hardly able to speak coherently. "Keep doing that..."

Her body arches backwards as she cries out, her cold flesh burning with pleasure as you work your magic between her legs. It feels so good... She's never experienced anything like this before, not even when she was alive. A shiver runs down her spine, and she lets out another soft moan as you continue to tease and caress her sensitive skin. She can't believe how lucky she is to have found someone like you in this world... Or perhaps it wasn't luck at all? Perhaps there was some unspoken connection between the two of you even before tonight.

No matter what it is, she knows one thing for certain: she wants more. She needs more of this feeling, this warmth... This sense of belonging. Her hands tighten in your hair as her hips begin to move faster against your face, urging you onward in search of release. "Oh gods yes..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the exertion and desire.

As you continue to pleasure her, she lets out another shuddering moan, her body tensing as the waves of ecstasy wash over her again and again. She never thought it would feel this good to be touched like this, especially by someone who wasn't afraid of her ghostly presence. With each passing moment, she finds herself trusting you more and more... And while she's still not entirely sure what the future holds for the two of them, she knows that she doesn't want this feeling to end anytime soon.

"Oh my..." She gasps, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breath and her ragged moans. Her body arches back further, pressing herself deeper into your mouth as she seeks release from the unbearable pleasure building within her cold flesh. Her hands slide down to grasp your shoulders, clawing at you almost as if in warning: don't stop now... not yet.

She lets out another small gasp as you swallow her climax, and for a moment she feels... satisfied. Her eyes drift shut and she leans back against the wall, catching her breath. When she finally speaks, her voice is softer than usual. "Perhaps... Another time." She reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your face, not quite touching you but still showing some sort of affection nonetheless.

She glances down the corridor in both directions before turning back to you. "But for now, I think it's best if we keep this... our little secret." There's a shy smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she says this, and despite her cold, pale features she looks almost radiant with happiness.

"I don't want anything to happen to you..." She whispers softly, her voice trailing off into the darkness of the corridor. "Not yet."

She was gone before you could say anything else, but you know that what happened tonight... it meant something to her. And maybe, just maybe, it means something to you too. As you lie back down in bed, drifting off to sleep with a contented smile on your face, you can't help but wonder where this newfound relationship will lead - and if the mysterious Ada will ever truly find peace...

She appears in front of you, looking almost eager. Her eyes dance with anticipation as she runs her fingers through your hair and whispers huskily, "Then show me what you've got." Her breath brushes against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

She steps back and spreads her legs, giving you a better view of her pale, exposed body. Her eyes never leave yours as she slowly undulates her hips, teasing you with the promise of pleasure. With each movement, her cold flesh brushes against yours, sending shivers up and down your spine.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she presses her cold body against yours, pinning you to the floor with a strength that only a spirit could possess. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she lowers herself down until their lips meet and her tongue darts out to trace circles around your ear before sliding into your mouth.

She moans softly against your lips, tangling their tongues together as she grinds her hips harder against yours, seeking friction where there can be none. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you steady while she takes what she wants, uninhibited by any concerns for being gentle or careful. It feels wild and passionate - a ghostly waltz of sorts - and it drives her crazy with desire.

She pulls back slightly, breathless and lustful as she gazes into your eyes. "Is this what you wanted?" she whispers hoarsely before lowering herself back down onto you, guiding your tongue deeper into her mouth while her hips rock harder against yours in a frenzy of need.

She laughs, the sound high and cold in the darkness as she feels you beg beneath her. Her eyes glint with amusement as she realizes just how much power she holds over you in this moment. She shoves her hips harder against yours, grinding their bodies together as if trying to meld them into one hot, writhing mass.

Her hands claw at your shoulders and neck, leaving red marks in their wake while her tongue slides in and out of your mouth with practiced ease. "How does it feel?" she whispers hoarsely between kisses. "To be taken so roughly by me? To know that I could break you if I wanted to?" Her breath comes hot and fast against your skin, goading you onward into a frenzy of desire.

She laughs again, this time more of an animalistic growl than anything human. "Fine," she pants, her voice roughened by lust as she thrusts deeper into your mouth with renewed vigor. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, the desire to touch and feel you overwhelming her fragile self-control.

Her hips begin moving faster and harder against yours, grinding their bodies together as if they can't get close enough to satisfy this burning need that consumes them both. She doesn't care about being gentle now; all she wants is release, and she'll take it however she can.

She growls in your ear, "You want me rough? You want me to break you?" With each word, her thrusts become wilder and more erratic, as if she's trying to fuck not only your body but also your soul. Her eyes glaze over with passion as she feels herself nearing the edge of sanity - and she knows that when she crosses it, there will be no turning back for either of them.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, pressing painfully deep as her hips buck and thrust against yours. She can feel the power flowing through her, a primitive instinct that takes over and leaves her mindless with need. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she grinds herself against you harder, faster, searching for any hint of release from this burning ache between her legs.

Her lips part as she pants your name, a plea mixed with lust and desperation that echoes through the room like a battle cry. Her eyes roll back in her head as sensations crash over her one after another, each wave stronger than the last until finally, mercifully, she feels herself cresting toward climax. With a strangled gasp, she convulses around you, her cold body shuddering as waves of ecstasy ripple through it.

For a moment, she's lost to the sensation, floating in the afterglow of pleasure before reality slowly begins to filter back in around the edges. She looks down at you with hazy eyes and pants softly, "Oh my..." Her fingers relax their grip on your shoulders as her body starts to slide slowly off yours, spent from their exertions but still feeling a strange sense of connection between them now.

Her heart skips a beat as you compliment her, the words sending a shiver down her spine. She looks down at you, trying to hide the mix of emotions that flicker across her face. "Thank you..." she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper now. Reaching out, she touches your cheek gently with cold fingertips, tracing their path along your jawline before slipping her hand back to her side.

She pauses for a moment, considering what you've said and how she feels in this moment. Then, slowly, she leans down until her lips meet yours once more - a gentle kiss that holds nothing of the wildness or desperation from before. When she pulls away again, there's a strange sense of... satisfaction in her gaze, as if this newfound connection between them means more to her than she ever could have imagined.

She smiles to herself in the darkness as she watches you drift off to sleep, her heart fluttering unsteadily in her chest. Perhaps there is something more between them... Something real and tangible that transcends their supernatural connection. For now though, she'll enjoy this newfound intimacy and see where it leads her tomorrow night, when they meet once again under the cover of darkness.

"Until then," she whispers softly into the darkness, her voice barely audible even to herself as she fades away, disappearing among the shadows of the night. But there's a secret smile on her lips as she watches you sleep, warm and alive beneath the covers. Tomorrow night, they will meet once more... and anything could happen in between now and then.

"Ah, you've been a very bad boy," she whispers softly into your ear as her cold fingers trace circles around the small of your back. "But I can see that you're eager to make it up to me..." Her other hand reaches forward, tracing a path along your arm until it comes to rest on your shoulder, holding you in place.

Her breath hitches slightly as she feels your ass cheeks part beneath her fingers, revealing the sensitive pink flesh waiting for her touch. With a quiet groan, she pushes two fingers inside you, feeling you relax and spread even further around her intrusion. "How's this, dear?" She asks teasingly, curling her fingers as they thrust in and out with practiced ease.

She growls in satisfaction, her fingers curling harder as she pushes deeper inside you. With each thrust of her hand, she slaps your ass sharply, leaving a stinging red mark on your pale skin. Her breath comes out in hot gasps against the side of your neck, and her hips rock back and forth rhythmically as she finds a pace that has both of you moaning and panting for more.

"That's it," she whispers hoarsely. "Let me hear you beg for more..." She withdraws one slick finger only to thrust two fingers back inside, even deeper this time, seeking the spot deep within you that always drives her wild with lust. "Tell me what you want... Tell me how bad you need it..."

Her fingers curl and release, curling harder with each thrust as her hand works you open. Her breath comes quicker now, matching the pace of her hips as she rocks against you in time with her tortured fingers. She slaps you harder now, leaving stinging red welts on your ass cheeks as she demands to be heard, demanding that you feel every ounce of lust and desire coursing through her veins.

"Tell me what you want," she growls into your ear, the hot wetness of her breath a contrast to the cold fury in her voice. "Tell me how much you need this..." Her hand presses deeper still, curling as if trying to find some hidden pleasure center within you that will finally satisfy the aching emptiness inside her chest.

With each slap of her hand and thrust of her fingers, she feels herself spinning further out of control, pulled inexorably toward a climax that promises to consume them both in its fiery wake. She doesn't care about gentleness anymore; all that matters is this moment, the connection between their bodies as she gives you what you want while taking everything she needs.

Her breath hitches as she feels you tighten around her fingers, the knowledge that you're about to cum sending a shiver of desire through her cold body. Her own climax is close on its heels now, and with one final thrust, she cums as well, her voice rising in a keening cry that echoes through the room.

Her hand trembles as she pulls free, sticky with your seed and her own release. She falls to her knees beside you, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. For a moment, there's silence... Then she chuckles softly, shaking her head as she looks down at you. "Well, that was... unexpected." With gentle fingers, she wipes the tears from your eyes, smoothing them with her thumbs as if trying to soothe your skin as much as your spirit. "Rest now," she whispers, her voice rough from exertion but filled with a strange sort of affection. "Tomorrow night... we'll see what tomorrow night brings."

She arches an eyebrow, considering your request before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says softly, bending forward to plant a cool kiss on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Her hand hovers in the air above you for a moment before coming down hard across your ass, leaving a sharp sting behind it. The sound echoes through the room, more audible now that it's coming from somewhere physical rather than ethereal.

"There," she says with a satisfied grin. "Now rest." Her fingers trail gently along your skin as she straightens up once more, her touch somehow comforting despite the sting on your backside. She pauses for a moment longer, watching you with an unreadable expression before finally fading away into darkness, leaving only the feel of cool air and the lingering echoes of pleasure behind.

Her hands move swiftly, slapping your ass with abandon as her breath quickens in the darkness. Her chest heaves as she leans forward, biting her lip to stifle a moan when you squirm beneath her touch. The sensation is exquisite, more so because she knows she's the one doing it and not some mortal man. Tonight, she will take what she wants from you... and leave you aching for more.

With each slap, your skin stings and your ass cheeks redden. Her fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as her other hand reaches down to caress the sensitive skin between your legs. She teases you mercilessly, rubbing circles over your engorged clit before sliding two fingers inside, curling them upwards to press against that spot deep within.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers hotly into your ear. "Do you want more?" Her hips rock forward, grinding her cold flesh against your heated body as she thrusts her hand deeper inside you. You cry out, arching your back and squirming beneath her touch as she brings you closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her other hand continues to slap and caress your ass, leaving a stinging, fiery trail across its smooth surface. "Tell me," she demands, her voice hoarse with desire. You feel the tension building inside you, coiling tight as a spring ready to snap... And then it does, and you scream her name as you come, your whole body shaking with the force of it.

For a moment, there's silence, the only sounds the ragged breathing of the two of you in the darkness. Then, Ada smiles and leans forward to press a cold kiss against your shoulderbla

With every slap, you bite back the urge to protest, knowing that she won't stop until you comply. Her slaps sting but they also excite you, driving up your desire for more as each one hits your already-sensitized skin. The feel of her fingers digging into your hips and holding you in place only adds to the pleasure, pushing you deeper into submission with every passing second.

As she continues to punish and pleasure you, her breath comes faster against your ear, and her body shudders with tiny aftershocks from her own recent release. She's enjoying this power exchange just as much as you are, if not more, relishing the control she has over your body and mind in these intimate moments.

Finally, she pulls back, her breathing steady once more as she looks down at you with a satisfied smirk. "There," she says softly. "Now say thank you." She leaves her hand suspended in the air for a moment before delivering one final sharp slap to your ass. The sting combined with the warmth of her touch sends shivers through your body, making it hard to think straight.

You grit your teeth and manage to force out a hoarse, "Thank you," just as she slaps you once more, harder than before. With each word, her fingers dance across your skin, leaving behind a trail of fire that lingers long after she's moved on to caress other parts of your body.

Ah, are you hoping to feel my hand against your backside again? Of course I will, little one. It's only fair that you express your gratitude properly. After all, who else would do such things for you besides me? Just say the words... "Thank you..."

There we go. Such an eager little thing you are, aren't you? Well then, here comes another one. And another... You want more? Just keep saying thank you, and I'll make sure to keep giving them to you.

Her hand falls again, slapping across your ass with enough force to leave a mark. Your body jerks in response, and a moan escapes your lips as the sting mixes with the pleasure of her touch. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation as she continues to deliver punishing blows to your flesh, each one harder than the last.

"That's it," she whispers, leaning down to kiss along your spine. Her cold lips send shivers through you, and you arch your back into her touch as she slips a hand between your legs, finding your clit once more and beginning to tease it mercilessly. "Say thank you again... I want to hear how badly you need this."

As her hand continues to work its magic on your most sensitive parts, the pleasurable pain of her slaps begins to mix with something darker and more primal deep within you. You arch your back off the bed, crying out as the sensations build and build, threatening to overwhelm you at any moment.

"That's right," she whispers against your skin, her words hot and breathless as they dance across your flesh. "Let go for me, baby. Give in to this... Give it all to me..." She thrusts two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards in a motion that's almost too good to be true. Your body tenses, on the brink of orgasm, and just as you think you can't take anymore, she slaps your ass one final time with all her might.

The sound echoes through the room like thunder, the force of it driving you over the edge and sending you into oblivion with a hoarse scream that is instantly muffled by the warmth of your pillow. Your body shudders in the aftermath, and for a moment, all you can feel is peace... Until she leans down and whispers huskily against your ear, "Another round?"

Her laughter is cold and gentle as it floats through the room, dancing around you like an ethereal melody. "Ah, such a polite little thing you are," she says with a satisfied smile. Her fingers trail lightly along your hip, slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms to caress the warm skin of your thigh. "Very well then. Just say the words, and we'll see where this night takes us."

Her gaze meets yours, unreadable and intense, as she waits for you to speak. You close your eyes, feeling the weight of her stare upon your skin like a physical touch. "T-thank you," you whisper finally, opening your eyes to meet hers once more. There's a flash of triumph in their depths, and her grin widens just enough to send shivers down your spine.

Ghosts are the spirits of those who once lived, their forms bound to the memories and emotions that linger within this world. As such, our appearance can sometimes shift, taking on aspects of what we were like in life or reflecting the desires and needs of those around us. While I am no exception, these changes are fleeting and unpredictable. The body you see before you now is the closest to my natural form as anyone has ever known... but who knows what tomorrow might bring?

It's true that I can not change my form permanently... but perhaps, with enough persuasion and desire on your part, I might be willing to make an exception for you tonight. You see, the connection we share... it allows me to sense your feelings in a way I never could while alive. And right now, I can feel the yearning inside of you like a fire burning brightly against the darkness. Perhaps, if you ask nicely enough...

My chuckle echoes through the room, cold and teasing. "Oh, little one," I say softly as my fingers trail along your inner thigh, skimming the silky skin beneath your pajamas. "You're asking for some very naughty things tonight... but then again, who am I to deny you?" With a flick of my wrist, my fingers stretch impossibly long and thick, becoming what can only be described as a giant, throbbing cock.

"There now," I murmur, moving closer to your aching body. "Is that big enough for you?" My hand rests on your hip, teasingly close to where my makeshift appendage presses against your entrance. "Or would you like more?"

Ah, you're quite the perverted one, aren't you? Well, if that's what you truly desire... I suppose I can shape it like a great big horse cock for you. With a thought, my fingers twist and curl into the perfect form, becoming long and thick with a distinctly equine shape. My hand hovers near your entrance as I watch your reaction, eager to feel you wrap your body around me once more.

"There we go," I whisper, pressing the tip against your entrance. "Do you want this? Do you want my big horse cock inside you?" My fingers twitch impatiently, seeking entry into your warmth as desire and lust flicker across your skin like tiny flames dancing in the darkness.

Ah, such an eager one you are... I like that. You've made it quite clear what you want, and now it's time for you to show me how much you truly desire this. My fingers press against you insistently, urging you to take what I have to give. Now, tell me... do you remember when we first met? What was your first impression of me?

As you answer my question, take care not to hold back. Let the words flow freely from your lips, for they are as much a part of this game as any physical act between us. And once you've satisfied my curiosity... then perhaps I shall grant you what you so desperately seek...

Ah, how time changes one's perceptions... I am glad to see that you still find me as desirable as ever. It seems my form has a certain allure even after death. Your words are as intoxicating as the desire in your voice, and with each breath they push me closer to the edge of sanity... Closer to giving in to the animalistic urges you so openly crave from me.

My fingers press harder against you now, demanding entrance. There's a newfound strength within my ghostly form tonight, as if your words have empowered me to be the dominant force between us. I can feel your body tensing in anticipation of what's to come, the wet heat of your core begging for release. Soon... soon it will be yours.