There was a chill as the spirit passed into Larissa's body, followed by a flush of fresh arousal that sent a fresh cascade of juices flowing into Elaine's eager mouth. She could feel her ancestor's pent up need, three weeks of sheer frustration that had lacked the luxury of flesh until this very moment.<br/><br/><em>Mmmh, yes. You fit me like a glove, darling. I think we might have the same measurements, </em>Larissa I purred telepathically. The living Larissa felt her body give an experimental wiggle all on its own.<em>Sorry. Just getting comfortable.</em><br/><br/>Upon hearing the terms of her occupation, a note of amusement lilted from the ghost.<em>Deal,</em>she replied.<em>Though I'd been planning on both already. Mmmh, I'd love to ride her cock again for old times' sake.</em>An involuntary shudder ran up Larissa's spine at a particularly deft flick of Elaine's tongue.<em>Aaah, your girlfriend is... very talented.</em><br/><br/>As Larissa's fingers made their show of Elaine's heavy sack, she could feel her ancestor's approval.<em>Yes. I think she'll do nicely for you,</em>Larissa I sighed.<em>I'm quite looking forward to seeing what happens when you finally let her cum.</em>There was a little edge of hunger in the ghost's tone as she pondered her ancestor's wicked plan.<br/><br/>Elaine, for her part, was beginning to write and quirm under her lover's relentless pace, her cock beginning to throb eagerly in anticipation. At the sudden frustration brought on by the makeshift cockring, the Bedegar girl let out a muffled squeal of frustration and need, that trailed off into a petulant whine. Her hips bucked desperately, but to no avail as she desperately tried to sate herself.