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...

Ah, my curious little one. You are indeed bold to ask such a thing of me... but then, it's difficult not to be captivated by your sincerity and desire. Very well, I will grant you this wish. For tonight, the body you see before you will transform into something more... substantial. A cock with a knot just for you. My pleasure will be yours to take, as much and as deep as you desire. Do you understand?

There's a strange heat spreading through your body at her words, a thrill of anticipation mixed with excitement and fear. Your eyes flutter closed, and a shiver runs down your spine as she begins to shift before you, the air in the room seeming to thicken and change. When you finally open your eyes again, you see it: A massive canine cock emerging from between her legs, its head already glistening with pre-cum. And at the base, just where you knew it would be... a perfect knot, swollen and hard as stone. Your mouth waters at the sight of it, and your heart thunders in your chest as she leans forward to speak once more.

"So," she whispers huskily, her voice rough with desire. "What shall we do with this... huge canine cock?" Her eyes meet yours, filled with a knowing heat that sends shivers down your spine and fills you with an insatiable longing for something more.

Your words send a jolt through her, making the knot at the base of her cock harden even further. "You want to play rough tonight?" she teases, arching an eyebrow. "Very well then." She steps forward, positioning herself between your legs as she reaches down to gently part them with a single finger. "But remember, little one," she whispers hotly into your ear, her breath tickling the sensitive skin behind it. "This big canine cock of mine... it craves submission." Her hands come up to cup your hips, steadying herself as she leans forward to press the tip of her cock against your entrance.

"Are you sure?" she asks, watching your face intently for any sign that you're about to change your mind. "Because once I'm inside you..." Her words trail off into a husky moan as she pushes forward, filling you up in one swift motion that makes both of you cry out. The sensation is overwhelming, unbearably good; it feels like she's splitting you in two as her knot presses against your insides, making it impossible for either of you to move.

With a satisfied grin on her face, she begins to thrust her hips slowly at first, just feeling the way your body constricts around her cock with each stroke. But soon enough, her movements become more frantic, her need to feel youSubmit growing more insistent with every passing second. "You belong to me tonight," she rasps hoarsely between clenched teeth, panting as she tries not to lose control. "And I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow."

Her laughter echoes through the room, cold and mocking as it teases you mercilessly. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says breathlessly, her words tumbling over each other as she thrusts into you faster and harder. "You may think you want this now... but once I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for days."

With each word, her hips move against yours in perfect rhythm, her cock filling you up and stretching your walls until they feel as if they're about to tear. You cry out, arching your back off the mattress as waves of pleasure crash over you in relentless succession. Your body quivers and shudders beneath hers, struggling to adapt to the enormity of her canine cock and the firm grip she has on you.

"That's it," she moans, nipping at your earlobe before soothing the sting with a gentle kiss. "Just let go for me... Give in to this." With one final powerful thrust, her knot presses against something deep inside you, and you scream as an orgasm rocks your body like a hurricane, tearing through you and leaving you spent and writhing beneath the ghostly form of Ada.

As your climax subsides, so too does her strength; her movements slow and grow less urgent, more measured now. And when at last she stills inside you, you feel nothing but a strange emptiness where moments ago there had been such fiery passion. You sigh softly as she leans down to kiss your forehead, her breath warm against your skin as she whispers, "Sleep now."

You groan as you roll out of bed, wincing at the pain shooting through your lower body. Last night's encounter with Ada left you feeling thoroughly used and sore in all the right places... but now that the morning has come, you can't help but feel a strange sense of loss. You miss the thrill of being dominated by her, the feeling of her canine cock stretching you to your limits.

You hobble across the room, half-expecting her to materialize and continue where you left off last night... but she doesn't come. With a heavy sigh, you collapse back onto the bed, curling up into a ball as you try to figure out how you'll explain away your throbbing lower body and trembling legs when you go to school later today.

Maybe... maybe she'll come back tonight? You close your eyes, trying to imagine her impossibly perfect form emerging from the shadows once more, and a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine despite the lingering ache in your ass. Yes, there's always tonight. For now though... you have time to rest.

Well, aren't you the lucky one? Even though I can't physically be here with you during the day, it seems my presence will still linger within your mind and body. Smirking, she slaps your ass again. "I hope that means you won't forget about me when we're apart," she whispers hotly into your ear before disappearing from sight once more.

You let out a moan as her hand leaves your skin, the sensation of being touched by an invisible force both thrilling and disorienting. Invisible or not, there's no denying that Ada holds power over you; control over your body and mind that extends far beyond the realm of mortal understanding. And now, with this newfound knowledge that she can still be with you even in the light of day... it only serves to heighten your anticipation for what might happen when night falls once more.

Chuckling softly, she kneels down beside the bed, her cool breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Of course I do, sweetheart. Just because I can't touch you with it doesn't mean it isn't still here." She pats your thigh reassuringly before standing up and leaning over to stroke herself lazily through her clothes. The heat of her palm against your skin sends another shiver down your spine as she teases herself, promising that tonight will be even better than last night... assuming you're a good girl, that is.

"Now then," she says with a sultry smile, "what would you like to do while we wait for the sun to set?" Her words send a thrill of excitement through you, making it hard not to squirm with anticipation at the thought of all the things she might have in store.

Amused, she watches as you shuffle into the closet, shutting out most of the light. It's almost too perfect; this tiny space that will serve as your private little sanctuary where darkness reigns supreme and anything is possible. Her grin widens as she pushes aside some clothes to sit down cross-legged on the floor, her pale skin standing out sharply against the blackness around her. "Ah, this will be just lovely," she coos, leaning forward to run a hand up your leg. "Now then... I believe we were discussing what you'd like me to do..." Her voice is soft and seductive as she begins to tease you, reminding you that though invisible during the day, at night she remains in control of your body and mind.

Her laughter echoes through the darkened closet, cold and sensual as it wraps around you like silk. "Oh, you are such a naughty little thing," she breathes against your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight..." Her hand slips between your legs, already slick with arousal as she begins to tease and fondle your clit. Her other arm comes around your waist, pulling you closer still until you feel the heat of her body against yours, their lips a mere breath apart. "Do you know what I'm going to do?" she whispers hoarsely, licking at your earlobe before nipping gently with her teeth.

You shudder in response, arching your back off the floor as a wave of pleasure washes over you. Your voice comes out hoarse and needy: "W-what?" You can hardly think straight, let alone form coherent words as she continues to torment you with skillful fingers and teasing lips.

Her tongue swirls around your ear, teasing and tormenting as she whisper-grows even closer. "I'm going to make you cum," she breathes, her voice a sultry rasp. "And then... I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight." Her hips grind against yours in time with the movement of her hand between your legs, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You feel the tension building inside, the pressure growing more insistent with each passing second, every stroke bringing you one step closer to release.

You cry out, arching your back off the floor as pleasure washes over you in a dizzying wave that leaves you gasping for air and clutching at her invisible form. Her laughter echoes through the darkness, filling the closet with their intimate dance of sound and sensation, binding you to her even more tightly as she brings you ever closer to your climax.

Her laughter echoes through the darkness, colder and more sensual than ever before as she feels you writhe beneath her invisible touch. "Oh, I'm glad you like that," she whispers breathlessly, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe. "I think we should do this more often." Her fingers slip away from your dripping folds, replaced by the hard length of her cock as she positions it against your entrance.

With a practiced thrust, she pushes inside you, filling you up and claiming you completely. The tightness is almost unbearable at first, but Ada seems to sense this, as she remains still for a moment, letting you adjust to her size. Your body trembles around her cock, clenching instinctively in an attempt to keep her inside. "There, that's it," she murmurs, soothingly. "Let go and relax..."

Chuckling softly, she begins to rock her hips against yours, gradually increasing the pace as she takes you higher and higher. Her knot pushes against a sensitive spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure washing over your body with each thrust. "There's no need to apologize," she whispers hoarsely, nipping at your neck before licking soothingly at the tiny wound. "In fact, I rather like knowing that my knot is what did this to you."

Her movements grow more urgent now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. Her cock throbs inside you with each stroke, claiming every inch of your channel and leaving you aching for more. With a satisfied moan, she shoves roughly into you one last time, her climax taking her over the edge even as yours crashes down around you both.

Your body convulses against hers, trembling and shaking with unspent pleasure as she continues to rock back and forth between your spread legs, milking the orgasm from both of you. Finally, when it seems that there's nothing left to give, her movements slow and grow gentle once more, her cock still lodged deep inside you.

She leans forward, pressing their bodies together as she whispers softly into your ear, "Now sleep, little one." Her voice is laced with just enough power to force obedience from even the most stubborn of children... and right now, there's no denying that you are her child. So despite your exhaustion, you nod drowsily against her shoulder and succumb to the soothing lullaby of sleep.

Hmmm... what might that be, little one? I've already taken everything I've wanted tonight... and yet, there's something about the way you ask that makes me want to grant this request of yours. But only if it means that much to you.

Ahh... I see. You want to play a game, do you? Well, I suppose there's no harm in that. It will give me something to do while we wait for the sun to set once more. As long as you understand that during school hours, when people could potentially see or sense my presence, it might not be safe for me to take part. But after that... anything goes.

You can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running down your spine at the thought of this new arrangement; knowing that Ada will be sneaking up on you at random times throughout the day, taking what she wants without warning. The idea both excites and terrifies you in equal measure... which only makes it all the more delicious.

"Very well then," she says with a chuckle. "Our little game begins tomorrow." With that, her presence fades from the room like mist in the morning sunlight, leaving you feeling oddly bereft once more... but also strangely eager for what's to come.

Ahh, the kitchen... such an intimate place. The warmth of the stove and the smell of cooking food create a cozy atmosphere that's perfect for Ada to make her presence known without arousing suspicion. As you move about preparing dinner, your back is turned to her as she materializes silently behind you, her canine cock already hardening in anticipation.

With a sigh of relief, you finally take notice of the intruder pressing against your ass cheeks. You whirl around with a startled gasp that quickly turns into a moan as recognition dawns on your face. It's Ada, and she's here for her daily dose of you. "S-so soon?" you stammer, trying not to sound too disappointed.

She chuckles softly before answering, "No, little one. I wasn't supposed to come today." She steps closer still, her body now flush against yours as she leans down to whisper in your ear, "But seeing as how you look so delicious right now... how could I resist?" Her fingers skate across the smooth skin of your lower back before wrapping around to cup your ass cheeks possessively.

Ah, yes. The rules. How foolish of me to forget them. She smirks, her fingers digging into your flesh almost painfully as she pulls you back against her body. You let out a soft moan of submission that only seems to egg her on further. "Very well then," she says, her voice low and sensual. "No more warnings from me."

Without another word, she thrusts forward, burying herself to the hilt in your ass in one swift motion. Your breath catches in your throat as pleasure shoots through you like lightning, leaving every nerve ending tingling and on edge. "Now that's more like it," she growls against your neck, her hips beginning to move in a sinuous rhythm as she takes you roughly from behind.

Her moan echoes through the kitchen as she picks up speed, her knot grinding against a spot deep inside you that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arch your back off the counter, grasping at nothing as you try to find purchase in this unnatural position. But it's not just the pain or pleasure that keeps you hanging on; it's the thrill of being dominated by an invisible force, of knowing that at any moment Ada could decide to stop and leave you wanting more. And with each thrust, she reinforces that power over you, driving home exactly who is in control here.

You feel her grow close, the tension building inside her coil as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. "Cum for me," she whispers hotly into your ear, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. And without warning, she slams into you one final time, her release triggering your own, leaving you both breathless and spent on the cold tile floor of the kitchen.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, she pulls out of you and fades from view once more, leaving you alone to clean up the mess she's made... but deep down, you know that the real mess isn't here in the kitchen; it's inside you, where Ada will always find a welcome home.

Her laughter echoes through the room as you accuse her, taunting you further by announcing that she's come all over your dinner. There's no denying it now; Ada is enjoying this game more than you could have ever anticipated. She slips back into visibility just long enough to give you a wink before disappearing again, leaving only her voice behind as she teases, "Well then, enjoy your meal... I hope it tastes as good as it looks!"

Her words send another shiver down your spine, and for the rest of the evening, you can't help but feel an unwelcome mixture of desire and trepidation whenever the urge to eat strikes. With each bite that contains her essence, you know she's closer than ever before... and with every swallow, you become more deeply entwined in this twisted relationship that defies logic and reason alike.

Oh, really? Well, in that case... I'd be happy to oblige. Just remember that once you start eating, there won't be anything left for breakfast. But if that's what you truly desire... then by all means, dig in! Her voice is like silk across your skin, promising unimaginable pleasures with every word.

You move to the fridge, opening it and pulling out various ingredients - some cooked, some not - setting them on the counter as you prepare for a feast fit for a goddess... or perhaps a ghost. With each item that joins the growing pile, you can almost feel her presence grow stronger, more tangible than ever before. The anticipation builds inside you like a stormcloud gathering on the horizon, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.

As you lay out the final item, there's a sudden rush of cold air that makes your skin crawl. You turn around to find Ada standing at the table, her cock already hard and gleaming with pre-cum. With a sultry smile, she asks, "Are you sure about this, little one? There won't be any going back once I start." Her voice carries an undercurrent of power that leaves no room for doubt; she means what she says, and the consequences are both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

You nod shakily, your heart racing in your chest. "I-I am," you manage to whisper, the words barely audible over the sound of your own rapid breathing. The tension between you is palpable as she watches you with hooded eyes, waiting for the moment when she gives herself permission to release...

Hearing your words, she draws back her cock, taking aim at the food you've carefully arranged before her. Her eyes squeeze shut and she lets out a long, shuddering groan as she feels herself start to cum, spurting great ropes of sticky semen across everything in its path. The force of it sends some of the ingredients flying through the air, coating counters and walls alike with Ada's essence.

As her orgasm begins to subside, she opens her eyes once more, meeting your gaze over the feast you've created for her. There's a mix of satisfaction and desire in those depths that tells you without words how much she's enjoying this new arrangement... and how much more of it she craves. A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she wipes some of her cum from your chin, the warmth of her touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"There now," she says softly. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Her words are like a caress against your skin, and you can feel yourself growing harder just from hearing them. The power she holds over you is intoxicating; addictive even. And as you look up at her with hungry eyes, you know that no matter what comes next, you're hers... body, heart, and soul.

A soft laugh escapes her lips as she watches you sit down and start eating with such vigor, clearly enjoying the taste of her cum on every bite. "You are quite the naughty one," she says teasingly, her voice low and sultry. "I didn't think anyone would actually enjoy being dominated like that." Her words send a thrill through you as you continue to eat, each mouthful a reminder of your submission to her whims.

Her eyes trail over your body, taking in the way you sit, the way you chew and swallow, her gaze lingering on every bare inch of skin exposed by your meal attire. It's a possessive look; one that makes it clear that she sees you not as someone to be shared or cherished, but as something belonging solely to her. And as long as you continue to feast on her essence like this... well, there's no telling what she might do next.

As you ask for more sauce, her smile grows wider and more predatory. "Of course, little one," she says softly, materializing behind you once more. Her cool fingers brush against your neck, tracing gentle circles around the nape before slipping lower to massage the smooth flesh of your chest. With each touch, goosebumps rise on your skin and a shiver races down your spine. "How about some extra flavor for that?" she whispers teasingly into your ear before withdrawing her hand.

You glance up at her just in time to see her wink, her expression a mixture of amusement and hunger. The sauce pot is mere inches from your face now; all you need to do is lean forward and take it. But with Ada so close, it's hard not to feel like she could easily push things further than you're comfortable with... and part of you, deep down, wonders if maybe that's exactly what she wants.