<em>Guilty,</em>whispered a familiar voice in the back of Larissa's head. Elaine made a curious sound, though the details of her question were understandably muffled. However, she quickly resumed licking and sucking at Larissa's slick folds; she wasn't<em>that</em>curious.<br/><br/><em>Sorry to intrude,</em>the ghostly Larissa continued.<em>Since the orcs mucked up the shrine, I've been stuck here on the prime material without the... perks of corporeality.</em>Icy teeth nibbled along one of Larissa's ears, those cold fingers still groping and fondling.<em>Now, you can say no, but if you were feeling really generous—</em>a frigid tongue ran along the back of Larissa's neck<em>—you could invite me... inside. I promise, I don't want control. I just want to... feel what you feel.</em>Larissa could feel more and more spectral anatomy coalescing around her, those ample Ruxvan breasts pressing against her back, cold thighs and hips settling up against her own warm flesh.<br/><br/>Elaine continued to make muffled noises of surprise, though it was hard to tell if she was aware of their ghostly guest, or if she was simply enjoying Larissa's own talents. Regardless, from the way she continued to diligently work her tongue, it was clear she was not in any sort of distress.