You felt as your car hummed to a stop as you parked it, the sound of the key clicking out of the keyhole audible as you looked up upon the house that once belonged to your uncle. Your uncle was a immensely rich man due to his many ventures in the stock market, the man gaming the markets until he retired from his job at a building site at the ripe old age of forty, which was when his lifestyle began to catch up to him. Due to all the exercise that the building site provided he managed to stay in moderately good shape but with all that gone he had eaten and drunk himself into several diseases with the stocks he was buying and selling continuing to support his lifestyle until all those years of eating and drinking caught up with him, the man having a heart attack and inside of his house and promptly dying because of it.
You remember finding his body after it had laid dead for a couple days, the smell that was coming off it truly awful, with the man being so fat that when he fell over dead he and smashed his nose into the ground, which lead to the stench of stale blood and ever so slightly rotten flesh filling the entire building . After getting the corpse removed and the building promptly cleaned your family then looked for a will but there was no will to be found which then lead to extended process of seeing what belonged to who, with everything inside of the house collecting dust. That was why you’d actually come over to the house in the first place as your parents wanted to see the place cleaned yet they were unable to do it themselves due to the legal issues that were happen over what lay inside.
Despite his money your uncle never used it to buy a particularly extravagant house, with the man instead settling on the small bungalow in a rural town, the entire house located on a slight incline, the outside of the building having pale white walls with a inky black roof. You got out of your car as you looked upon the household, the outside walls being worn and the paint on the walls peeling off it, the windows covered to small smeared stains due insects and other creatures crawling all over it. The stone path that led to the home was surprisingly clean with the only thing that was clinging onto it was moss, which was most likely due to the rain and had pushed and hit against the house and the floor, which was probably why the roof didn’t have anything on it as well.
You reached into your pocket and whipped out the house keys, pushing them into the lock and hearing as the mechanisms inside let out a large click which was probably due to it not being used for so long. You pulled the key out and opened the door, looking down to see a flurry of envelopes on the floor, with you picking them up to see that they were mostly all spam, with you shutting the door behind you as you moved inside the room and into the kitchen. You placed the letters down onto the kitchen counter, a cloud of dust pushing up into the air and into your lungs, causing you to cough heavily, with you quickly leaving the room and then going into the front room, the carpet feeling matted against your feet.
The front room was as dusty as the kitchen with a blanket of dust and other mess being across every single item in the room, the room slightly dim due to the light that was coming through the window being covered in a layer of filth. You looked across the room to see several drawers and cabinets resting on the walls, with a well-worn armchair resting in the top left corner of the room. You looked to your right to see a tv resting on a stand, the television being covered in the same grime they the windows were covered in and resting in the wall next to that was a large oak mantelpiece with vases and a clock resting on and finally s a bookshelf which seemed like to was full to the point of looking like it was about to collapse.
This interested you quite a bit as your uncle never seemed to be an avid reader but you guessed that he must have got bored during retirement and brought some books off the internet. You moved over to the bookshelf and took a look at a couple of books, most of them being collections of horror novels and a few books on mythology and history. But what stood out to you the most was a massive book at the end of the lower bookshelf, the book being thicker than your wrist and larger than most books that you had seen before. You moved your fingers up to the spine of the bookshelf, wiping the dust off it to read the words “vaimuvangla” and the author seemed to be the “Issanda kirik”, which seemed to be interesting to you.
You soon took the book out of the shelf and moved to place it on the floor, another round of dust moving into the air and up your nose, causing you to cough yet again. You wiped the dust off the book, looking at your hand seeing a thick grey blanket moving across your skin, seeing that the book cover was one of a jail cell with some entity lying within it, the ink being so worn that you couldn’t actually tell what the entity was supposed to be. At the top of the book lies a cross and other old religious signals, with you feeling the cover of the book, the texture feeling like old leather which seemed like it would chip off in your hand so you decided to grab hold of it and open the book.
The paper was old and rigid, with the paper being entirely light yellow with the areas around the edges of the paper being a dark brown. You began to look though the book, the ink across the pages being warm and chipped, with the inking being almost perfect. With each couple pages came a picture of some kind followed by a box set of words, none of which you could read. You eventually came to what appeared to be another one of these pages with what appeared to be some kind of releasing protocol, judging by the fact that there was a lock followed by some kind of head. You looked down at the words on the page, the background behind them being slightly purple as you trailed your finger across the words, with you wondering if you should read them out.
Eventually you decided that you might as well read it out loud as no one was here to judge you and that there’s nothing wrong with sounding out these words due to them being in a clearly foreign language. “pühakud, kas te saaksite välja tuua selle püha vangla ümbritsetud vaimupea? selle pakkumise eest soovin tänada pühakuid, kes mind juhendavad, ja Jumalat, kes mind valvab. aamen.” You said out loud, the words feeling weirdly normal against your tongue as you began to smell ash. Then you noticed smoke began to bellow out of the book in front of you, with your first instinct being to pat out as it may have been a fire, except there was no fire coming out of anywhere in the book. You tried to shut the book but that didn’t work either, the cover suddenly feeling like it was glued to the grounds.
After about a minute or so of smoke coming out of the book it resulted in a loud bang, smoke moving across the entire room, causing you to cover up your mouth as the thick cloud covered your vision. Eventually you noticed that a glowing green light pushed across the smoke, with you wafting the smoke away as you realised what the glowing light actually was. It was a human head that was sticking out of the book, the entire head glowing a almost emerald green, the head opening its eyes to reveal that they much like a cat's eyes with the way the pupil looked, the eyes themselves being a bright yellow colour. She had thin, perfectly black eyebrows despite the fact that she didn’t seem to have any hair and her mouth sported a pair of thin but luscious looking lips.
You looked down at the book in shock, your eyes wide as the woman looked up at you, her lips forming into a smile before she started speaking. “Tere, Mortal.” She said in a cold, commanding voice as her eyes scanned over you, the woman’s eyes widening as they did so. “You don't seem to be a member of the church,mortal. Has it been that long that the church no longer has authority other My prison.” She asked, with you simply nodding as you were still in disbelief over the situation. “In that case I must thank you then! Those church lot were truly a bore and now that I can manifest freely I guess I must repay you in some way.” She Said as she thought for a moment.
“Come closer, mortal, and I’ll repay you for freeing me.” She Said as she winked at you, with you wondering if she’d be becoming you over with her hands if she actually had hands to beckoning you over with. You moved over to the book, picking it up and resting it on a cabinet as you did so, the face being about crotch height. “Now strip for me, mortal.” She Said, her voice as smooth as a cats as she spoke, with you looking down at the head with a look of shock in your face. “Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t you want your reward.” She Said as you decided to start to undo your trousers,placing them on the ground as the metal button rang when it hit the floor, followed by you taking your underwear off, your cock sprinting out its fabric prison.
She glanced up and down your cock, smiling at it as she did so, her glowing yellow eyes then connecting with your eyes. “Very impressive, human. It’s clear that some god had treated you well. Now, come closer, push your cock against my lips.” She Said, with you following her orders and placing your cockhead on her lips. You felt as they moulded around your cock, the woman’s smile widening as her tongue moved out of her mouth and onto your cock. Her tongue was as green as the rest of her body, only that it was dripping in glowing green drool, the tip of her tongue pushing down onto your tip and wiping across it, making you moan as she looked up and chuckled.
“You humans are just so sensitive, you know that.” She said with a chuckle as she started continuing to lick up at your tip, flicking and pressing against your cock as she did so, her tongue moving at the speed of a tornado before her tongue slivered into the mouth again. “Now, what I want you to do is to put your cock inside my mouth.” She Said with a smile, with you pulling away from her as she pursed her lips. “Don’t worry, mortal. I won’t bite.” She Said with a smirk on her face. You grabbed hold of the book and pressed your cock inside of her lips, slowly moving your tip inside as you felt her tongue beginning to flick and push against your cockhead as you pushed deeper into her mouth.
The feeling of your cock being slowly moving inside of her warm mouth, the feeling of her spit dripping down onto your cock as her lips reached your base, the woman holding your cock in her mouth as you could feel her tongue flick and press against your dick. You felt as she tongue pushed up against your length, sometimes curling around your cock as you moaned with you proceeding to move away from her lips, pulling out from what you assumed to be her throat and pulling away from her lips, your head now placed although her mouth. She looked up at you, her tongue hitting against your cockhead as she looked up at you, smiling as spit dripped off your cock.
“You taste good, mortal. I wanna have another taste.” She Said with a chuckle, giving your cock a kiss before you pulled back and pushed into her mouth yet again. You proceeded to push deep inside of her mouth, your base hitting her nose and lips as you felt her throat began to push and press against your cock using her unseen throat muscles, with you clutching the book harder as you began to push away from her mouth, going to the tip again before pushing back into her throat. The feeling as her tongue slowly moved down her cock, pushing up against all the most sensitive areas and pushing against your veins and skin, making sure that her tongue occasionally moved across your balls when she reached your base.
You continued to do this after a few minutes, pushing deep inside of her mouth and feeling at her throat muscles assaulted your tip with pleasure, your tip threatening to leave her mouth with each thrust. Eventually you pulled out far enough so that she could speak, the woman pushing her tongue against your head in order to stop you from pushing back inside. “There’s no need to go so gentle, mortal. I’m a spirit so I’m sure that I could take it.” She Said with the same tone in her voice as she had beforehand, the voice oozing with both lust and awe as you took a deep breath, your hands digging into the book as you began to move your hips faster inside of her mouth.
You now felt as your cock began to slam into the back of her throat, your cockhead pushing against one of her throat walls which quickly performed a swollen motion. You moaned as the wave of pleasure moved down your length with you clutching hold of the book as you pulled out and pushed inside her faster and faster, her tongue lashing against your cock like a whip against flesh as she did so. The lewd sounds of your flesh hitting her lips echoed across the room as you looked down to see her eyes staring at you, with you being able to see the lust that was stirring around in her pupils, smoothing that made your heart beat just a bit faster than before.
You could hear her heavy breath pushed against your base as you pushed against the spirits throat and mouth, her tongue occasionally pressing against your cock and pushing it against her cheeks. You could hear gurgling coming from the woman’s throat as you pushed your head going down it, with you going faster and faster as you felt her spit drip onto your tongue. You moved one of your hands off the books body and quickly clutching her bald head, the woman moaning into your crotch as you did so, with you feeling how smooth her skin was against your hand as you used your newfound leverage to go even faster against her face, your waist pressing against her face as it did so.
At this point you could feel as your cock began to throb inside of her mouth and throat, the woman noticing this as she pressed her tongue down onto your cock, the woman letting out a moan from underneath you. You could feel as the tongue began to press and lash against your cock even faster than beforehand, the tongue pressing and pushing against your veins and occasionally looping your tip when she did so. Meanwhile her throat continued to make the swallowing movements, pushing and pressing against your cock no matter where you were able to put it, with the woman always managing to press against your tip as you both your hands continued to push and clutch against the book and her head.
You could feel as the tip of your cock began to throb inside of her mouth getting closer and closer to cumming with each wave of pleasure that washed over your cock. Your moans filled the air as you could hear the muffled moans underneath you, her tongue battering against your cock as she tried to coax your orgasm out of your length, with you feeling as it got harder and harder to hold it in. Eventually the throbbing and the feeling of her throat muscles moving across your cock got too much for you, the first shot of cum coming out of your cock and into her throat, with you pushing your cock down deep inside of her mouth as you did so.
You could feel as each shot of your cum pushed inside of her mouth and throat,filling it with the thick sticky liquid as you did so,the sounds of gurgling and gargling being heard from below you. You could feel as her throat pushed and clenched against your cock as she swallowed up your cum whilst it was pumped into it, which made your orgasm even harder and longer. Eventually you felt as your orgasms got less and less intense, with you pulling out of her, depositing a fresh amount of cum onto her smooth tongue before pulling out and flirting the last of your white load onto her face, with you panting to yourself as sweat moved down your body, the woman licking her lips as cum came crawling down them.
You looked down at her cum covered face, the woman smiling at you happily as you lent on the side of the kitchen, grabbing your underwear and putting them back on as you did so. “Most impressive, mortal.” She complimented as she proceeded to lick her lips yet again, glancing up at you as you placed your trousers on. “May I request that you take me with you, Mortal. I’d love to thank you again.” She Said with a smirk and a wink, with you wondering if you should do it or not, with the entire legal issues putting this in a weird place as well as the entire issue being that she was a ghost but the thought about being with her germinated in your mind as you grabbed hold of the book, the woman already knowing your choice as she went into the book allowing you to close it as you took the book the your car and placed it in the backseat intending on opening it when you got home.
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