Page 17 of Ghostly Touches

Oh fuck. I have to stop finger fucking myself as my whole frame shakes hard.

“You have a way with words,” I choke out as I fight back my impending orgasm.

“Don’t stop.”

The sharpness in his tone causes me to grin. My fingers dive back in. This time I don’t keep a slow steady pace. I need to cum.

“But my absolute favorite part was driving my dick so deep into your wet pussy that every single horrible thing that has ever happened to me was forgotten and all I knew was pleasure.”

Suddenly, he’s there, towering over me as he stands between my legs. His gloved hands brace themselves on my knees. Seeing him dressed in the fancy white cloak he wouldn’t give me to wash, with his face hidden, his hands covered, and feet booted… I nearly fall apart right then.

“We take vows, Little Minx, and one of them is celibacy.”

His words surprise me.

“And while I may not have been too strict onthatparticular vow in the beginning of my time as a Ghost, for the past thirty years, I thought I no longer had the urges. Yet the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve found that not only have you awakened these feelings in me, you’ve made it so I only want to assuage them with you.”

He leans forward, between my legs, and I hear him take a deep breath as I continue to fuck myself. One hand moves from my knee. It reaches down, grabs my wrist, and pulls my fingers from my core.

“Wait, what—”

Kwil brings my fingers up into his hood where they disappear. A wet, warm, strange tongue wraps around my fingers until every last drop of my arousal is licked clean.

“How kind of you to prepare lunch for me. Let me thank you properly,” he murmurs.

His lips press against my palm before he lowers my hand to my side. Kwil leans forward. I watch as his hood lowers between my legs. A strangled cry is dragged from me as the strange textured tongue slides through me. I’m certain it's ribbed andmuchlonger than any normal man’s tongue. It also vibrates. I know that if I think too hard about how strange Kwil’s anatomy is, I may get pulled from the moment. So, I don’t. I throw my head back and let Kwil devour me. A tear falls from the corner of my right eye as pleasure, so intense and magical, consumes me.

“Kwil…” His name comes out as a whimper as my body tenses. “Oh, baby, Kwil, I’m going to, to—”

The vibration of his tongue grows more intense, and it’s my undoing. My body clenches hard before my orgasm crests. I cry out as my body shakes and my back bows. My thighs squeeze around his head as his tongue works another orgasm from me. Tears fall freely now as my body unravels and spirals wildly out of control.

When my body goes limp, Kwil straightens. My legs fall over the edge of the dryer as I breathe heavily. I brace my forearms behind me as I try to catch my breath.

“Celibate, huh? Well, I commend you on your restraint. Keep up the good work,” I tease with a smile.

Kwil’s shoulders shake as he chuckles and steps back into the shadows of the basement.

“You’re a distraction, Willow Harvest. I should be out patrolling, and yet all I can think about is you.”

He doesn’t sound too upset about it.

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel bad about that or not.” I hop down off the dryer and grab my pants. “But if you want to be distracted again, come find me.”

My comment is met with silence as Kwil disappears into the depths of my basement.

Chapter7

THEODON

At exactly three o’clock, the burns around Willow’s wrist disappear.

Showered, dressed in my clothes that have been thoroughly cleaned, and with a stomach full from both breakfast and lunch, I’m ready to face whatever challenges Viktor may have come across with this curse. I cover his body with a sheet as Willow and Kwil enter the bedroom.

“Is the creature still secure?” I ask Kwil as he shuts the door.

“He’s not a creature,” Willow corrects as she moves past me.

“It’s still tied up in the next room,” Kwil confirms, ignoring our hostess. “We can focus on helping Viktor.”

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