Riku didn't even make it to the toilet.
He'd just woken up, his legs still sore from yesterday's marathon anal-fucking session, his cock already twitching with morning wood. But the second he lifted the blanket, she was on him.
Yurei — the pale, cold, cock-hungry funeral ghost — had crawled on top of him like a fucking succubus.
She straddled his hips, grinding her drenched pussy along his shaft, her hips rolling slow and desperate. Her eyes were still blank, but her mouth was parted, breath shaky, tits bouncing with each movement.
> "You don't even let me wake up anymore, huh?" he growled, but his cock was already rock-hard, sliding between her slick, pale folds.
She didn't answer.
She just reached back, guided his cockhead to her pussy, and sat down on it.
> "Fuuuckk—"
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Riding in Heat
Her pussy swallowed his cock like it was home.
Tight. Squelching. Warm now — warmer than before. Like the curse had awakened something real in her body.
And once she was seated on him, balls deep, she started moving on her own.
Her hips bounced. Her thighs clapped. Her ass smacked against his lap with wet, sloppy impacts.
She rode him like she needed it — not like a ghost following some curse. But like a slut in heat, desperate for cock.
> "Damn… You really turned into a fuckpet, didn't you?"
"Look at you. Rubbing that haunted pussy all over my cock…"
He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, hard.
She gasped — a broken moan slipping from her pale lips. Her head fell back, her black hair spilling across her shoulders as she bounced even faster.
Her cunt made obscene noises — slick, squelching slaps echoing through the room.
SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—
Her pussy clenched tighter every time he said something filthy. Her hands dug into his chest. And when he grabbed her tits — squeezing her ghost nipples hard — her entire body shivered.
She was changing.
And he was fucking loving it.
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Throat Obsessed
Later that afternoon, Riku tried to take a break. He lay back on the couch, drinking water, trying to recover. His dick was raw, still dripping ghost slick and leftover cum.
Didn't matter.
Yurei crawled into his lap, pushed his thighs apart, and buried her face in his crotch. Her mouth opened wide — that same endless, cursed throat stretching once again — and she swallowed his cock whole.
> "Shit—You don't get tired, do you?"
She bobbed her head faster this time. Her tongue curled perfectly beneath the shaft. She made eye contact as she choked on his dick, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, spit pooling at the base and dripping down onto his balls.
And when he came, she held him in deep, refusing to let him pull out.
He could feel her throat milking his load, swallowing every drop like her soul needed it to survive.
> "You're fuckin' addicted to this cock…" he groaned, hips twitching.
She stayed there even after he finished.
Just sucking.
Licking.
Craving.
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Sleeping With His Cock Inside
That night, Riku passed out from exhaustion. His body had reached the point of collapse. But even in sleep, the ghost didn't stop.
Sometime around 3 AM, he stirred.
His cock was warm. Wet. Moving.
His eyes opened slowly — and there she was, riding him in the dark, the moonlight bouncing off her pale skin. Her pussy squished loudly with every bounce, creampied and filled from earlier rounds, but still hungry for more.
> "Mmmphh… nghhh…"
She was moaning again — quiet, breathy, soft. But real. Her hips were grinding in small circles now, less like a machine, more like a woman desperate for release.
> "You… couldn't wait until morning, huh?"
She leaned down and kissed his chest.
A soft, ice-cold press of lips — her first kiss.
Then she kept riding.
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Dependence
Riku realized it wasn't just sex anymore.
Yurei needed him.
His dick.
His cum.
His warmth.
She began cuddling after every session, clinging to him like a broken doll. Her breath always hitched whenever he tried to pull away. Her eyes would follow him like a pet left alone too long.
She'd start rubbing herself against his leg.
Jerking him off in the kitchen.
Fingering herself while watching him shower.
The curse was real.
But now?
She was addicted.