The air in the decrepit mansion was thick with the scent of aged wood and damp stone, but it was the electricity that crackled through the room that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The séance circle was set—candles flickering, incense burning, and the faint hum of spectral energy vibrating in the air. I wasn’t here to communicate with the dead. No, I was here to claim them.

The first ghost appeared as a wisp of smoke, coalescing into the form of a woman with translucent skin that shimmered like moonlight. Her eyes were dark voids, but her lips curved into a sultry smile as she floated toward me. “You’ve come to play,” she purred, her voice echoing as if from a great distance.

I didn’t waste time. My hand shot out, gripping her wrist. To my surprise, her form felt solid, cool, and smooth like marble. She gasped, her eyes widening as I pulled her closer. “I’m not here to play,” I growled, my voice low and rough. “I’m here to take.”

Her breath hitched as I pressed her against the wall, my body pinning hers. She was cold, but the heat of my desire burned through her spectral form. My lips crashed onto hers, and she moaned, her icy breath mingling with mine. Her hands clawed at my back, her nails leaving trails of frost on my skin. I didn’t care. I wanted her to feel me, to know that even in death, she was mine.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck as my hands roamed her body. She was ethereal, yet tangible, her curves firm beneath my touch. My fingers found the hem of her tattered gown, and I tore it away, revealing her pale, glowing skin. She shivered as I cupped her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardened under my touch.

“You’re so cold,” I murmured against her skin, my breath warm against her icy flesh. “But I’ll make you burn.”

She whimpered as I dropped to my knees, my hands gripping her hips. My tongue flicked against her clit, and she cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her taste was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—cool and sweet, like winter berries. I lapped at her hungrily, my tongue delving deeper as she writhed against me.

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “More… please…”

I obliged, my tongue working her relentlessly until her legs shook and her cries filled the room. She came with a shuddering gasp, her essence spilling over my tongue like liquid silver. I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as she slumped against the wall, her form flickering with pleasure.

But she wasn’t the only one.

Another ghost materialized behind me, her hands sliding over my chest as she pressed herself against my back. Her lips brushed against my ear, her voice a sultry whisper. “Don’t forget about me.”

I turned, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around me as I carried her to the table in the center of the room. Her dress dissolved into mist as I lay her down, her naked form glowing faintly in the candlelight. She was different from the first—her skin warmer, her touch more urgent.

I didn’t hesitate. My cock was already hard, aching with need as I positioned myself between her legs. She gasped as I entered her, her tightness enveloping me in a cool embrace. I thrust into her roughly, my hands gripping her hips as I pounded into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

“Yes!” she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder!”

I obliged, my pace quickening as I drove into her again and again. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room as she clung to me. Her body trembled as she came, her essence wrapping around me like a silken veil. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My release was building, and I needed to claim her completely.

With a final thrust, I came inside her, my seed spilling into her spectral form. She shuddered, her body arching as she absorbed every drop. I pulled out, watching as she glowed brighter for a moment before fading into the air.

But the night wasn’t over.

More ghosts began to appear, their forms shimmering in the dim light. They surrounded me, their eyes filled with hunger and desire. One reached out, her hand brushing against my chest as she whispered, “Take us all.”

I grinned, my cock still hard and ready. “Gladly.”

The next ghost stepped forward, her body curvy and inviting. She knelt before me, her lips wrapping around my cock as she sucked me with a fervor that made my knees weak. Her tongue swirled around me, her cool mouth driving me wild. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she took me deeper.

Another ghost pressed against my back, her hands roaming my body as she kissed my neck. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I reached back, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer as the ghost in front of me continued to work my cock.

“You’re insatiable,” the ghost behind me whispered, her voice filled with awe.

“And you’re mine,” I growled, turning to face her. I lifted her onto the table, spreading her legs wide as I positioned myself between them. She gasped as I entered her, her tightness gripping me like a vice. I thrust into her hard and fast, my hands gripping her hips as I claimed her.

The ghost who had been sucking me off climbed onto the table beside us, her hand reaching down to stroke herself as she watched us. Her moans joined ours, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

I could feel my release building again, but I wasn’t ready to stop. Not yet. More ghosts were waiting their turn, their eyes filled with desire as they watched me fuck their sister spirits.

“Who’s next?” I demanded, my voice rough with need.

A ghost with long, flowing hair stepped forward, her eyes locked on mine. “Me,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I pulled out of the ghost beneath me, turning to face the newcomer. She was stunning, her body glowing with an otherworldly light. I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her onto the table as the other ghosts watched eagerly.

“Show me what you’ve got,” she whispered, her legs spreading wide.

I didn’t need to be told twice…

Without missing a beat, I plunged into the waiting warmth of the next ghost, her sex clutching at me as if eager to devour me whole. Her moans grew louder, her breasts heaving with each thrust. The first ghost had been cold and delicate, but this one was fiery, her passion burning through the chill of the room.

“Oh, gods, yes!” she screamed as I pounded into her, her nails digging into the wood of the table. Her voice was a symphony of pleasure, a siren's call that spurred me on. The ghosts around us watched, their eyes glazed over with lust, their forms flickering with excitement.

I felt the pressure building in me, but I wasn’t going to let her have all the fun. I withdrew and flipped her onto her stomach, grabbing her hips and pulling her back towards me. “You like it rough, don’t you?” I grunted.

Her only response was a whimper of agreement, her body arching in anticipation. I pushed into her from behind, her wetness making it easy for my cock to glide in and out of her. She screamed with every thrust, her voice echoing through the mansion. The sound of our bodies slapping together was a crescendo of lust, a rhythmic beat that seemed to make the very air pulse with sexual energy.

The ghosts around us grew bolder, reaching out to touch us, their icy fingers caressing our skin as we fucked. One ghost leaned in, her mouth capturing the screams of pleasure that escaped the girl on the table, swallowing them down with a hungry growl. Another joined us, her ghostly form taking shape beside us as she straddled the bench, watching intently.

I didn’t slow down. The sound of our flesh slapping together grew louder, punctuated by the girl’s cries of pleasure. “Harder!” she wailed, pushing back against me. “Make me feel alive again!” Her words were music to my ears, and I was more than happy to oblige.

The other ghosts grew more insistent, their cold fingers caressing and prodding, urging us on. Their whispers grew into moans, and the air was charged with their collective need. I pulled out of the girl on the table, and before she could protest, I spun her around and slammed her against the wall. Her eyes were wild, her pupils dilated with desire.

“You want more?” I snarled, my own need overwhelming.

“Yesssss!” she screamed, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

Her cries grew more desperate as I fucked her against the wall, the sound of our bodies slapping together resonating through the room. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I reached up, pinching them as I fucked her even harder.

“Oh, fuck, yes, daddy!” she shrieked, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

Her orgasm ripped through her, and she clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders so hard I felt them pierce my flesh. I didn’t care. The pain only added to the intensity of the moment. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I felt the warmth of her climax pulsing against me.

But the night was far from over. With a grin, I pulled out of her, my cock still rock-hard and glistening with her essence. She slid down to the floor legs still wide open showing a erotic sight of my cum leaking out of her cunt as she rode through the aftershocks. The other ghosts in the room were practically begging for their turn, their eyes alight with lust.

The ghost who had been watching us from the bench was the next to approach, her movements fluid and graceful. She straddled me, her pussy already wet and eager for more. I didn’t hold back, sinking into her with a groan that was almost a roar. Her walls clenched around me, and she threw her head back, her long black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight.

“Oh, fuck, yes, daddy!” she screamed, her voice piercing the silence of the mansion. She bounced on my cock, her breasts bobbing up and down with every bounce. The ghosts around us watched in awe, their forms flickering with envy. I grabbed her hips, pushing her down harder, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the hallowed halls.

Her orgasm was explosive, and she screamed out my name, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her pussy contracted around me, her juices flooding my cock, making it slick with the sweetness of her release. But I wasn’t done. I lifted her off and set her aside, already moving towards the next eager spectator.

The ghost who had been watching us with such hunger took my place, her form solidifying as she eagerly climbed onto the table. “Please, sir,” she begged, spreading her legs wide, her ghostly pussy glistening.

I didn’t waste a second, pushing into her warmth with a grunt. She was tight, her walls clutching at me like a vice, and she screamed out as I filled her. “Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes!” she chanted, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. The ghosts around us were now a chorus of desire, their cries and gasps a symphony that fueled my own need.

My hips moved in a relentless rhythm, each thrust sending her further into ecstasy. She clawed at the table, her nails leaving grooves in the ancient wood as I fucked her mercilessly. Her breasts bounced with every impact, her nipples begging for attention. I leaned down, taking one into my mouth, and she arched her back, her moans growing more desperate.

“Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard!” she screamed, her voice piercing the quiet of the mansion. The other ghosts watched with rapt attention, their eyes glowing with desire.

Her cries grew more frantic as I pounded into her, her pussy tightening around my cock. I could feel the pressure building again, my orgasm approaching like a freight train. But I wasn’t ready to let go just yet. I pulled out of her, leaving her gasping and trembling on the table, and turned to the next ghost in line.

This one was petite, with small, perky breasts and a tight little ass that begged to be fucked. She was already on her knees, her ghostly hands reaching out to touch me. “Please, sir,” she begged, her voice a sweet whisper that sent shivers down my spine. “I need it so badly.”

Her eyes were wide with desire as she took my cock into her mouth, her warm breath surrounding me. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she took me deep into her throat. I gripped her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down, her mouth making wet, sloppy sounds as she worked me.

But I wasn’t going to let her hog all the fun. I pulled out of her mouth, her lips popping off my cock with a wet sound. “Get on the table,” I ordered, and she eagerly complied.

I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding into her eagerly. She was so wet, so ready, her pussy practically swallowing me whole. I fucked her with deep, hard strokes, her cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls. “Oh, daddy, yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, her voice rising in pitch with every thrust.

Her nails raked down my back as she climbed closer to her climax, her body shaking beneath me. “I’m going to cum, daddy!” she wailed, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

And when she did, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her pussy clamped down on me, her ghostly essence flooding over me in waves. She bucked and twitched, her screams of pleasure echoing through the mansion.

But my appetite was insatiable, and I was just getting started. I pulled out of her, my cock still hard and gleaming with her juices. The other ghosts were waiting, their spectral forms quivering with need.

I strode through the mansion, leaving a trail of moans and gasps in my wake. Each room held another eager spirit, their eyes lighting up when they saw me. I fucked them all—against walls, on dusty four-poster beds, and even on the grand staircase.

They took me in every way imaginable, their cold, ethereal bodies warming to my touch. They moaned and screamed as I claimed them, their voices a symphony of pleasure that filled the once-silent halls. I fucked them deep and hard, my high libido allowing me to go on for hours without rest.

In one room, I found a ghost with a mouth that seemed made for sucking cock. She took me deep, her cheeks hollowing as she worked me with an almost terrifying passion. Her eyes never left mine, her moans of pleasure mingling with my own as I fucked her face.

In another, a ghost with long, slender fingers begged me to let her play with the others while I fucked her. I obliged, watching as she fingered the ghost beside her, their bodies writhing together in a tangle of limbs and spectral energy.

And when I came, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the mansion. My cum spurted into her, painting her face and chest in thick, hot ropes. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of me as she looked up at me with adoration.

“Thank you, daddy,” she murmured, her voice a purr.

But there were more rooms to explore, more ghosts to fuck. And I was eager to oblige.

I moved on, my cock still rock-hard, ready for the next round. The mansion was my playground, and these ghosts were my harem. I fucked them all night, their cries of pleasure guiding me from one room to the next, filling the once-still air with the sounds of our carnality.

Their moans grew louder, their bodies more demanding, as I gave them what they hadn’t had in centuries—the feel of a living cock, the taste of a man’s seed. They were insatiable, and so was I.

In another room, I found a ghost with a particular craving for a facial. She knelt before me, her eyes sparkling with excitement as I stroked my cock, her ghostly hands playing with her pussy. “Cum on me, daddy,” she whispered, her voice a breathy plea.

I didn’t hesitate, painting her face with my seed as she moaned in delight. The warmth of my cum was a stark contrast to her cold skin, and she licked her lips eagerly, savoring the taste of my release. Her eyes never left mine as she took me in her mouth again, sucking me clean with an almost animalistic hunger.

Moving through the mansion, I found myself in a grand library, the dusty tomes on the shelves seemingly untouched for centuries. There, a ghost with long, slender legs and a mischievous smile beckoned to me. She was dressed in the garb of a Victorian maid, her apron fluttering as she approached.

“Your wish is my command, master,” she murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine. I didn’t hesitate, pulling her against me and crushing my mouth to hers in a deep, bruising kiss. Her tongue danced with mine as our hands roamed, eager to explore each other’s bodies.

We tumbled onto an ancient chaise lounge, our limbs tangling as we fell. She was a wild thing, her spectral form writhing beneath me, her pussy already wet and begging for attention. I didn’t hold back, my tongue delving between her legs to taste her sweetness. “Oh, fuck, yes!” she screamed, her body bucking as I licked and sucked her clit. Her nails raked my back, leaving trails of frost that burned like fire.

Her orgasm was explosive, her body convulsing against me as she came with a scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the mansion. But I wasn’t done with her yet. I slammed into her, my cock driving deep into her tight pussy. She wailed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as she clawed at the velvet cushions.

The ghosts watched us, their eyes gleaming with envy and lust. One stepped forward, her eyes locked on the maid’s face, which was now a mask of pure pleasure. “Please, let me taste her,” she begged, her voice trembling.

Without a word, I pulled out of the maid’s quivering pussy and allowed the other ghost to lean in. She eagerly licked up the remnants of my cum, her eyes rolling back in bliss as she moaned. The maid’s legs were still spread wide, and the ghost took advantage, her tongue delving into the wetness below.

The maid’s cries grew more desperate as the ghost ate her out, her hips bucking wildly. “Oh, god, yes!” she shrieked, her voice echoing through the dusty library. The ghost looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Thank you, daddy,” she murmured before diving back in, her tongue flicking against the maid’s swollen clit.

The maid’s eyes rolled back in her head as she climaxed again, her body shaking with the intensity of it. Her cries of pleasure were cut short as I pushed into her, her pussy clenching around me like a fist. She was tight, so tight, her ghostly walls gripping me with a strength that seemed impossible.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, daddy!” she screamed, her voice hoarse with need. The ghost licking her pussy moaned in agreement, her orgasm building as she watched us.

I pulled out of the maid, my cock still rock-hard and glistening with her essence. The ghost eagerly took my place, her mouth watering as she took me in her mouth. I groaned, my hips bucking as she deep-throated me, her eyes never leaving mine. Her cheeks hollowed with every bob of her head, and she moaned with every stroke, her pleasure mixing with the maid’s cries of delight.

“Yes, daddy, yes, fuck my throat!” she gagged around my cock, her eyes watering with pleasure. I grabbed her hair, fucking her mouth with renewed vigor as the maid lay beside us, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a muffled scream as I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, her cheeks bulging before she pulled off with a gasp, her ghostly eyes shining with satisfaction. “Thank you, sir,” she murmured, her voice hoarse.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath before the maid was on me again, her mouth hungry for more. She straddled me, her ghostly pussy sliding down my shaft as she rode me like a wild beast. The other ghosts watched, their forms flickering with excitement as they awaited their turn.

“Oh, daddy, fuck me harder!” she screamed, her voice bouncing off the bookshelves, the dust motes in the air swirling in the wake of our passion. Her hips bucked hard against me, her breasts bouncing in time with the rhythm of our fucking.

Her cries grew more frantic as I pounded into her, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her orgasm approaching. “Cum for me, bitch, cum all over my cock!” I growled, the sound of my voice making her shiver.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mansion. Her pussy spasmed around me, and I felt the warmth of her climax flood over my cock. But I wasn’t done yet. I pulled out of her, her essence dripping from me, and moved to the next eager ghost.

This one had long, flowing hair and a wicked smile that promised all manner of depravity. She knelt before me, her hands cupping my balls as the other two ghosts took my cock into their mouths, sucking me in tandem. Their cold, spectral tongues danced against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Their slurping and sucking noises were a symphony of pleasure, their mouths working in harmony to bring me to new heights. The ghost on the left took one of my balls into her mouth, sucking hard, and I let out a grunt of pleasure. The one on the right followed suit, her teeth grazing my other testicle gently before she took it into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Oh, fuck, yes, that’s it!” I groaned, my hands tightening in their hair. They moaned in unison, their cheeks hollowing as they took me deeper, their tongues swirling around my shaft.

The ghosts’ mouths worked in perfect synchrony, their moans of pleasure echoing through the library. The maid’s ghost took my cock deep into her throat, her eyes watering as she choked back her gag reflex. The other two focused on my balls, their cold mouths sending shocks of pleasure through me. “Ah, shit, that’s so good!” I hissed, my hips jerking involuntarily.

Their suction grew stronger, their ghostly mouths creating a vacuum that had me on the brink of orgasm. The maid’s ghost pulled back, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed. The one with the wicked smile took over, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took my entire cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing with every stroke.

“Oh, fuck, yes, suck me, bitch!” I roared, my hands gripping her hair tighter. The ghost on my left took one of my balls into her mouth, sucking hard, making me see stars. The one on the right followed suit, her teeth gently grazing the other before engulfing it.

Their synchronized movements were a masterpiece of debauchery, their ghostly mouths creating an unbearable pressure that had my balls drawing up tight. “I’m going to cum!” I warned, the tension in my voice palpable.

The ghost with the wicked smile took my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Do it, daddy,” she coaxed, her voice a siren’s call. “Cover us in your hot sperm!”

The maid’s ghost took over, her mouth sliding down my shaft until she reached my base. She swallowed me whole, her throat muscles working to milk me for all I was worth. The ghosts on either side of me were relentless, their mouths creating a symphony of pleasure as they sucked and licked my balls.

“Ahh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I roared, she pulled off, jacking my cock. My entire body was tense with the force of my impending orgasm. The ghosts only sucked harder, their spectral forms vibrating with the intensity of their desire.

And then it hit me—a release so powerful it was like a supernova exploding in my soul. I came in thick, ropy jets that coated the ghosts’ faces and chests. They moaned and writhed, their tongues lapping at the cum as it spurted forth.

The room was filled with the sounds of our passion—the slurping and sucking, the wet slap of our bodies coming together, and the high-pitched screams of their orgasms. It was a symphony of the carnally divine, and I was the maestro conducting it all.

As the last of my cum spurted out, the ghosts pulled away, their faces and bodies covered in a ghostly sheen of my seed. They looked up at me with eyes full of gratitude and lust, their chests heaving with the exertion.

But the night was still young, and there were so many more rooms to explore. I stood, my cock still hard despite the intensity of my release. The ghosts watched me, their forms flickering with excitement.

“Take us all, daddy,” one of them whispered, her hand sliding down to stroke her clit.

I grinned, my hunger for them insatiable. “With pleasure,” I said, and the mansion trembled with the echoes of their eager cries.

We moved through the mansion, our bodies entwined in a never-ending dance of lust. The ghosts were insatiable, their spectral forms shifting and morphing to accommodate every whim, every desire. They were a never-ending buffet of sexual delights, and I was the starving man at the feast.

The Séance Orgy

The Séance Orgy

Passages

The Haunting