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Having reached the third floor, two large doors now stood before you. This was the highest point of the manor. If the rumours of this abode being home to a fabulous treasure were true, then the room behind those doors was the most likely place for it to be.
It hadn’t been easy getting here either. Traversing the forest to get this mansion had been quite the ordeal, but not as taxing of a trial as navigating the mansion itself had been! Tricks and traps awaited you around every turn. You could understand why everyone else who had ventured to this place had turned tail and run. But not you. Not once had you even considered turning back. Was it out of stubborn pride? Or perhaps foolhardy courage? Maybe both? Perhaps neither.
Steeling yourself for whatever laid beyond these doors, you gripped their ornate doorknobs and began to push the doors open. Their old hinges creaked, dust particles falling from the frame. As the doors parted, a near pitch black room was revealed to you. You stepped inside, keeping a hand close to the dagger hanging from your hip.
The room was quite spacious, your eyes immediately drawn to the queen-sized bed at the back of the room. It was clear that this room’s purpose had been a bedroom, an ideal place to hide one’s treasures.
*SLAM*
Without warning, the doors behind you slammed shut, seemingly all on their own. While most would no doubt panic and beginning desperately trying to reopen them, you remained calm, making no move towards them. Instead, you stepped deeper into the room, stopping in its centre. Straightening up, you took a deep breath to ease the tension in your body before beginning to speak.
“I know someone’s there! Why not stop hiding and come out to greet your guest?”
You waited for a response, the following silence almost deafening. But then you heard it. A small giggle that gradually grew louder and haughtier as it echoed off the musty walls of the room. Your eyes scanned your surroundings for a potential source, finally settling on the bed as an otherworldly green light began to shine from its end, the light source slowly forming into a more solid shape.
The lightshow finally dyed down as it finished forming into its true form. A girl of relatively short stature now sat at the end of the bed. She was dress in an elaborate red dress adorned with several bows. She sat with one leg crossed over the other before making a move to have her legs swap positions, the intentionally attention-grabbing motion of one leg swinging over the other capturing your gaze and allowing you to appreciate their shape.
An audible smirk from the girl dragged your eyes up her body to her head. Her light green hair was tied into twintails with two larger versions of the bows adorning her dress. The expression she wore on her face was exactly what you would expect a young woman from a wealthy background to wear; lips curled into a conceited smile with eyes glimmering with a gaze that judged all those that the owner saw as being beneath them.
But all of these facets of her appearance paled in comparison to the girl’s most notable feature. The colour of her skin was a pale green, lighter in shade to that of her hair. Even if you ignored the way she had appeared in the room, her complexion left little room for doubt. This girl was not of the living!
“Hmph. A guest you called yourself?” she spoke, pulling out a hand fan to hide her face.
“I don’t believe someone who enters one’s home uninvited can be considered a guest.”
“Uninvited? Are you sure that’s the case?” you replied, lips curling into a knowing smirk.
“Hmm? And just what are you trying to imply?”
“The rumours about this place. About the treasure that is said to sleep within these walls. It was you who started them. You and the rest of your kind who haunt this place.”
The girl snapped her fan shut, revealing the large smile she was wearing that showcased her ghostly white fangs. She let out another laugh, clearly amused by your accusation.
“Well, well… What gave it away?”
“Not much. I just know how your kind operate. Ghosts feed off the fear of the living, right? The allure of treasure is a great way to lure treasure hunters and other greedy folks here. And all the traps in this place. They were designed to scare, not kill.”
Her smile grew wider, clearly impressed by your deduction.
“Very good! You don’t miss a thing, do you? And yet I find myself disappointed. Those same traps that have left hardened warriors crying for their mothers didn’t appear to make you flinch.”
“Heh. Don’t take it too harshly. I’ve tangled with death more times than I care to count. Traps that mean no harm wouldn’t phase someone like me.”
“Maybe so. But I’m still left with one lingering question for you.”
“And that is?”
“Surely you had figured out the truth of this place long before reaching the top floor? Why come this far instead of turning back?”
“That’s simple. I’m a treasure hunter. While the rumours may have been spread for the purpose of luring folks here to frighten them, that doesn’t necessarily mean that the rumours themselves are false.”
“Ah… So, you came to see if there really was a treasure waiting for you here?”
“Correct. But it appears this time my efforts were wasted. There does not appear to be any treasure here.”
The girl chuckled quietly from your assessment, just barely loud enough to carry over to you. She finally rose from her perch, the sound of her footsteps echoing quietly off the walls as she began to make her way over to you. She stopped before you, leaving practically no room between your bodies. She gazed up at you as you gazed back down at her. While you tried to keep your eyes on hers, your gaze repeatedly journeyed lower, losing itself in her exposed cleavage. You could already tell from when she had first appeared that she was generously well endowed but now that she was up close, you could now fully appreciate just how large her assets were, their size quite ill-suited for her small frame.
“I’m afraid you are mistaken on one account. This mansion is home to a treasure… Me!”
She let out another giggle as she batted her eyelashes at you.
“But where are my manners. My name is Bow, lady of the Forever Mansion. Now pray tell, my handsome “guest”, what is your name?”
You gave her your name, along with reiterating your profession as a treasure hunter. Bow then began to levitate, rising upwards until she was at eye level with you. The look in her eyes was one that was very familiar to you, as it was one your own eyes had worn several times in the past, as seen in the reflection of the many treasures you had found. It was a gaze of want; the desire to claim what was laying right before your eyes.
“Well then my treasure hunter…”
Bow reached up with her right hand, lightly cupping your cheek. Her hand was ice cold, as expected of the undead, but her touch was gentle, causing your heartbeat to quicken as you felt your eyes begin to take on the same look Bow’s own eyes currently had.
“Seeing as I am the treasure of this place… don’t you think that you should… hunt me?”
You answered her question with the movement of your hands, placing them on Bow’s shapely sides, lightly gripping them as you carefully pulled her in closer to you, her large chest flattening against your own. Eyelids shuttered as lips met, tongues intertwining as the two of you melted into a kiss. Your hands lightly glided up and down Bow’s sides as she fought the unladylike urge to entangle her legs around your waist. Your need to breathe soon caused the two of you to part, Bow licking her lips as she savoured your taste.
“Mmm♪ It seems treasure hunting isn’t the only thing you are skilled at!”
“I’m a man of many talents.” You replied with a smug smirk.
Bow freed herself from your grasp, floating around you to your back. You turned to follow her, watching with curiosity as she raised her right arm, holding her hand a couple inches from your chest. Her lips curled into a smile that leaked a sliver of sadism. You gasped as you were suddenly sent hurdling across the room, landing atop Bow’s bed with a grunt. You let out another as you felt a weight settle atop your crotch. Bow now sat atop you, hands planted down on your abdomen as she smiled at you with a near ravenous hunger in her eyes.
“I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m afraid this treasure isn’t so easily hunted!”
“Fine by me. The challenging ones are always the most satisfying!”
With her smile never leaving her face, Bow reached around to her back to undo the fastenings of her dress. Now loosened, Bow lowered her dress down her body, enough to allow her large breasts to bounce out into the open. You could feel yourself beginning to salivate as you gazed upon the pale perfection that hung before you.
Your hands began to move through the air before you could even form a thought, cupping the heavy melons as you took in their weight. Her breasts felt softer than silk, and their flesh was incredibly yielding, your fingers sinking easily as you gave them a tender squeeze. You gently squeezed and twisted Bow’s tits into various shapes, your efforts rewarding you with a small number of moans and mewls from the mistress of the mansion.
Swallowing back a glob of saliva that had welled up in the back of your throat, your body rose up from the bed, closing the distance between your face and Bow’s chest. She made no move to stop you as you slurped up the nipple of her right boob, your tongue swerving around the erect nub as you began to suckle from it. You felt Bow gently rub the back of your head with her right hand as she whispered soft praises to you. You soon moved to her left breast, giving her nipple a playful nibble, eliciting a shudder from the buxom beauty.
“Hmm? And what do we have here?”
You paused your dining but kept your lips pursed around her left tit. While her right hand had been busy pampering you, her left hand had journeyed lower, now settling on the prominent bulge that had grown between your legs. Bow wrapped her probing fingers around the growth, giving it a short but firm squeeze, causing you to moan into her breast.
“And here I thought that dagger hanging from your hip was the only weapon you had brought into my home. What an unruly guest I have let in!”
Pulling yourself back from Bow’s now saliva-stained chest, you watched as Bow worked her ghostly magic, the zipper on your crotch moving on its own as the buttons of your drawers came undone. Your cock was then pulled out into the open by an unseen force, allowing Bow to gaze upon its fully erect majesty.
“My, my…” she whispered softly to herself.
The look in her eyes was one of genuine awe. Bow was clearly quite impressed with what you were packing.
Bow weaved her delicate little fingers around the middle of your shaft. The coldness of her undead form contrasted nicely with the heat your manhood was giving off, causing you both to shudder from the contrasting temperatures. Gripping you lightly, Bow began to glide her hand up and down your length, alternating the pressure she exuded on your manhood in a way that left you hungering for more.
“I see I’m not the only one with skills.” You murmured as you leaned back on your elbows.
“It’s a natural talent, not an experience born skill. I assure you, I don’t this for just anyone!”
You said no more as you closed your eyes, losing yourself in the heavenly bliss of Bow’s hand job. Your eyes reopened when her hand took a pause. You could tell from Bow’s expression that her mischievous mind had concocted something, something that you would no doubt enjoy!
“Given your fascination with my assets… perhaps you’d enjoy some special service from them?”
Bow didn’t wait for an answer as she laid herself down between your legs. Cupping her breasts, she guided them to your throbbing phallus, sandwiching your hardened organ between her soft globes. With technique equal to that of her hand job, Bow massaged your length with her breasts, using just the right amount of pressure to leave you on the brink of madness.
Bow enjoyed the feeling of your manhood searing the insides of her breasts, your heat seeping into and then spreading throughout her ghostly being. There was just something so enamouring about the warmth of the living, and that warmth was at its most alluring when coming from the very source of life. That same tantalising warmth was only growing in temperature as Bow continued to pleasure you. She knew what was coming, her hunger for that outcome spurring her on as she put her all into bringing you to climax.
Bow didn’t have to wait long as you soon instinctively bucked your hips up into the bottoms of her breasts, a light, fleshy slap echoing out to signal the beginning of your orgasm. Thick ropes of your lifegiving seed erupted from your buried tip, shooting out of Bow’s cleavage like a fountain before raining down all over the tops of her breasts, coating them in a thick white film.
You collapsed back into the bed as your ejaculation ceased, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Despite the intensity of your orgasm, your dick remained at full mast, gently throbbing between Bow’s now cum-covered breasts. Bow dipped a finger into the deposit you had covered her in, bringing it to her lips before inserting the finger into her mouth. Her finger soon reemerged, the coating of semen replaced with one of saliva. Bow’s lips curled into a catlike smile as she savoured your taste. It’s warmth… it’s potency… Bow could feel a new form of hunger awakening within her, blossoming from within her womb. This newfound craving was almost unbearable, but Bow had a feeling that you would soon sate it.
As if reading her mind, you made your move. With your recovered strength, you rose up from the bed. Grabbing Bow by her hips, you rolled her down onto her back, effectively swapping your positions. Bow did not object, instead lightly curling her finger to use her magic once more. The dress she that been bundled around her waist faded away into the ether, her shoes following suit. Only her panties, red in colour and adorned with a bow remained, leaving the honour of removing them to you.
Shedding your own clothing, you reached down for the waistband of Bow’s sole remaining garment. Making eye contact with her, you gently whisked her panties down her legs before tossing them atop the pile of your own clothing on the floor. Your eyes feasted on Bow’s sex, a puffy mound that looked mindboggling soft to the touch without a single trace of hair to be seen. You traced your finger along her slit, its tip becoming coated in Bow’s nectar as her body shivered from your probing touch. Griping your rod by its base, you guided your member between Bow’s legs, lining it up with your prize. You glanced up at Bow once more, seeking that final approval before moving forward.
“Go ahead.” She spoke with an adoring smile. “Claim your treasure!”
You didn’t need to be told twice. With the tender care that’s mandatory when copulating with a lady of fine breeding, you pushed into Bow, sheathing the first couple of your inches into her pussy. She was tighter than you had predicted, her snug, velvetlike walls clamping down on your intruding phallus with a thirst that would make many treasure hunters blush.
Gripping Bow’s legs by her thighs, you kept her steady and in place as you began to work your way deeper into her body. One by one, your inches disappeared inside of Bow. Perhaps disappeared was not the right word to use, given the translucidity of Bow’s skin. It was an odd experience, being able to make out the visage of your dick underneath Bow’s skin, its healthy colour standing in direct contrast to the unnatural green hue of Bow’s flesh.
Your lips curled into a smile as the final inch of your cock slipped past her pussy lips, your entire length now sheathed inside Bow. Her flat stomach was visibly distended from having to house your phallus, and it appeared the heat emanating from your organ was increasing the transparency of Bow’s flesh in that region of her body, allowing you to vaguely make out the shape and location of her womb, a chamber that you longed to fill with your essence, just as that same chamber longed for you to seed it.
Leaning your body down over Bow’s, you began to fuck her at a slow but steady pace. You gradually increased the amount of strength behind your thrusts, enjoying the sight of Bow’s womb partially flattening against your thrusting manhood.
Bow’s arms weaved themselves around your neck, pulling you even closer to her. Her breasts’ coolness alerted you to them as they flattened against your chest. Bow’s legs soon mimicked her arms as they entangled themselves around your waist. She began to meet your thrusts with movements of her own, acting most unladylike as she humped her crotch into your pistoning length. A great heat was building up within you. You wouldn’t be able to hold it back for much longer. The only question was where to unleash it. And with it now being her turn to seemingly read minds, Bow answered your question with passionate flurry.
“Inside me, my hunter! Give me the heir that I crave and claim me as yours and yours alone!”
After hearing a cry for insemination that no man could ignore, you gave Bow one final series of powerful thrusts, the old frame of her bed creaking as it threatened to give out from the force of your slams. Sinking into her cold but inviting flesh right down to the hilt, you flattened Bow beneath you as you began to cum, molten hot semen pouring directly into her womb. You could feel Bow spasming beneath you, fingers and heels digging into your back as she came in response to the explosion of white-hot warmth inside her freezing depths, her already tight canal becoming almost vicelike as her walls massaged your length in an effort to milk you dry.
Your seed spread out across Bow’s deepest depths, conquering every corner in search of their prize. Bow’s egg was soon discovered, your lively seed swirling around the ghostly orb before attacking it with vigour. Her egg soon submitted, allowing for the melding of Bow’s highborn genes together with yours of a much more mundane background. What kind of life would spawn from this union of beings from two different plains, and could the result even be called a “life” to begin with? All questions that would be answered in due time.
Having been thoroughly milked dry, you used the last of your strength to haul yourself off of Bow, rolling over onto your back as you tried to recuperate by her side. Said recovery was interrupted by Bow pressing her soft body against you, right bosom squishing against your pectoral as her leg hung enticingly within view.
“Well, well, my hunter. I hope you’re not out for the count yet?”
“Hah… Don’t worry… I bounce back quick!”
Bow’s smile grew wider in response to your bravado.
“Wonderful to hear! A storm has rolled in so you must stay the night!”
As if it had been waiting for its cue, the roar of thunder could be heard overhead, a storm having rolled in at some point during your copulation with Bow.
“And of course… you’ll be staying the next night… and the one after… won’t you?”
Bow began to giggle as she stared down at you with eyes shining a possessive gleam, her intentions on having you stay in this mansion quite clear. Despite being the treasure hunter, it seems that you might have been the one who got hunted on this night!