The Haunted House(close for me and Jube Cube)

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In the 1818, Deerfield was still a small villages. Having been built only 50 years ago, you could find only a handful of inhabitant in the small outlets. Of those inhabitants, mostly were farmers. Admisnitering the community was Mr. Adam Wender. His father had bought the lands and now that he had passed away, the task of keeping the villagers happy was left to him. But Mr Adam Wender was an excentric, he never married or had any kids. Still every few months, the villagers could notice guest going to the house, as he was throwing huge parties. It was not unheard of that women from the village would visit him once in a while, leaving with a satisfied smile on their face. It was said that he hungered for the pleasure of the flesh, never satisfied. All of this were true as each night, a women was taking great care of Mr Wender.

The origins of his urges were only speculations troughout the outlet but only he knew the answer. Having been born the union of a mortal and a succubus, Wender was partially an incubus and so needed to satisfy his impulses very often. This fact actually reached one day the ears of the locak priest. A young man at the time who had been sent to the community. The youg priest in question vowed to put an end to the devil's work in the community. A night when one of the huge parties were being throwed in, the priest set himself of his holy mission. Entering the house was easy, keeping free of temptations was another matter. Alchool was being served as many couples were in the process of making love, in a huge orgy in the central room. To the priest, it took him some time has he had to move trough them, watching them in their carnal desires screeming and even reaching for him. The master of the house was easy to spots though. He was laying on a red velvet sofa, naked. Sitting on him was a beautiful red haired girl, not older then 20 also naked, who was giving in to her sins. As both were in their acts, they didn't notice the priest reaching for them, neither did they saw the blade going trough Wender's throat, priving him of his life.

As the legends says, the priest was never heard of again. The house as sit there perfectly for close then 200 years now. Once in a while someone buys the house and leaves it after a month. It is said that the spirit of Wender is still haunting the place, awaiting for the women to truly satisfy him. Of course these are only legends...
 
Present Day

Camelia Rugha looked out the window of her mom's old dodge pickup.

"Well here it is Cam. Our new house." The House seemed to stare down at her. The garden seemed unkempt and the paint which previously would have been magnificent was dull and peeling. "Isn't it gorgeous?"

Camelia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, a real renovaters dream I'm sure." She said sarcastically.

"You don't have to act that way Cam." Her mother said reaching across and brushing a loose strand of orange hair away from her daughter's face and placing it behind her ear. "This has been tough on all of us. I got this job offer and took it. You could have stayed with your father, and continued on at your school."

"Mom, I don't want to discuss it. You took the job to get away from dad and his new girlfriend. And you cried at me to come with you. Now I have to get settled into a new school, and I'm several hours away from my closest friend." Her mother looked at her, tears apparent in her eyes. Camelia turned away as tears filled her grey eyes.

"Cam, you're nineteen and you have a licence. You will be able to visit them. And the phone line will be in place soon. The cable guy will be here next week." Camelia nodded and climbed out of the car. She looked up to the windows. A child on a bike rode past the house. "Hello there." Sara Rugha called to him. The child gasped loudly and rode off as fast as his legs would go. The two entered the house, their furniture and other belongings sat in the large entrance.

"How are we supposed to fill a large house like this with out meagre possessions?" Camelia asked her mother.

"We'll go shopping and buy a few more things when we get the things we have organised."

"Ok. Well I'm going to find my room." Camelia ran off before her mother could say anything else. She climbed the stairs as opened each door, peering into the shadows then flicking on the lights to the room. They became more extravagant as she walked through the house. She found her room at the end of the hallway and hung her lucky rabbits foot on the door handle so her mother would know which room she had chosen.

***

It had taken the whole day to pull her things up and set eveything up in her room. Both Camelia and her mother were exhausted, sweat stained their clothes. They sat on the couch fanning themselves.

"Why you had to choose the room right at the end of the house is beyond me." Sara stated. She had chosen the third door along.

"Because it has an ensuite and a large window seat that can double as a single bed. Plus my four poster looks good in there." Camelia said back to her. "Well I think I will go take a long hot bath in my new ensuite." She stood and climbed the stairs, walking down the long hallway to her bedroom. She retrieved her towel from her newly packed chest of drawers and walked into the luscious bathroom.

Camelia turned on the tap and felt the water, testing the temperature. She stripped and grabbed a bottle from under the sink. She squirted the sparkly liquid into the water and watched as bubbles began to appear in the surface. She closed the lid then climbed into the bubbling water. The tub was huge. It could have easily fit four people into it. She let it fill almost to the top. The bubbles swayed dangerously, threatening to topple onto the floor. Camelia leaned back and closed her eyes.
 
Present Day (Netherworld)

"Who is that young woman?"

The voice came from nowhere and couldn't be heard by mere mortals. It was addressed to a horde of beautiful young womens, womens who had perished in the holy crusade of a young priest almost 200 years ago. The one who had said those word manifested himself before his ghostly maids. His features were hazy at best but you could discern that he had never reached full maturity, he was still a young man. His clothings were those of a rich man who would have lived in the 19th century but the colors had faded away, as well as those of his own body. The womens were laying on their backs, scattered accross the room and he was walking among them awaiting for an answer. He stop before one of his maidens and instantly she stood up, gripping her master legs and tickling his manhood. Not reacting the young man look at her, not even a smile appeared on his face.

"You won't get anything from me until you answer my question, lady" he growled

Sighting, the maiden continued her gentle touch and replied : "She is one of the inhabitants, she is not important to us master." Purring, she rubbed herself to her master legs, arching her back. But he had already vanished.

He was the only one who could leave the ballroom, and also the only one who could enter it. The room contained the soul of those who had passed away along with him during that dreadful night. Transformed into lust spirits, they needed Wender as he was providing them sustenance. Of the few mortals who had breached into the room, none had returned has they became victims to the lust spirits, giving in to their carnal desires. Wender was stronger then them though. He had survived for all these years, awaiting for the one and only soul who had left the house that night. She would be the one who would send him back, or so he thought and as he gaze trough the mirror of the bathroom, he was sure that she was that woman. Entering the room trough the mirror sent a breeze troughout the room. She was laying there, her eyes closed and he smiled. She couldn't see him but surely she had felt the breeze, he wanted to touch her, but he couldn't, not yet. He just stood there and forced his will unto the water, using it to tickle her sensitive spots. He would knew if it was her by her screams along. And so he waited her reaction.
 
Camelia

Camelia heard bubbles pop as a sudden breeze swept through the room. She shifted in the water. Something felt as though it was rubbing against her, her eyes snapped open and Camelia jumped out of the tub.

Oh god... there better not be rats in the water... She shivered slightly as another breeze swept over her. She turned and looked at the mirror, then looked around at the rest of the room, looking for cracks or anything. She leant over the tub, the sparkles from her bubble bath caught the light and glittered. Adam watched her move her hands through the water, looking for something. Camelia felt the same sensation as she stood outside the tub. She closed her eyes and smiled.

Mmmm... oh god... She climbed back into the tub, relieved that there wasn't anything in the water and relaxed back into the depth of the bubbles. The tickling between her thighs became a bit more persistant. Camelia moaned softly, her hips moved softly in the water, her toes curled.

Oh god... who or what is out there? Camelia thought to herself. She moved around in the water, her hands began to rub at her hard nipples. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the tickling moved higher. She let out a small squeak and closed her mouth.
 
Present day(Real world)

Adam smiled, his reflection could be seen by the mirrors but that was not his concern. The lady before her, surely it must have been her. Her moanings were the same, her expression was identical. He sent water into her and Camelia let out a slight moan. She was bitting her lips as her fingers were now pinching her nipples. The water of the tub were now tickling her nipples too, adding to the pleasure she was giving to herself. Meanwhile the water inside her was moving in circles, brushing her clitoris constantly. Adam smiled, "I like her", his thought sending a cold wind into her orange hair. Softly he sent his voice trough the curtain of the world and it reached her ears in a whispers.

"Show yourself to me and I will satisfy your lust. Dedicate yourself, soul and body to me, and I will bring you to heights of pleasure you wouldn't have even dreamed existed."

As he said that, the water inside her stop tickling her and became more solid. She could feel the liquid, still very hot, thrusting inside her. That sent Camelia more out of the water as she got on her knees, her hands clenching the side of the bath and her back arched as well. She let out a moan as the feeling intesfy inside her.....
 
Camelia

"Show yourself to me and I will satisfy your lust. Dedicate yourself, soul and body to me, and I will bring you to heights of pleasure you wouldn't have even dreamed existed."

Camelia heard a voice, it sounded like it came from nowhere and everywhere. She moaned louder as the water became more solid within her.

"I will." She moved in the water. "Where are you?" She needed to touch and feel whatever was that was creating these incredible feelings inside of her. She rocked more in the water. "Who are you?" Camelia moaned.

***

Camelia was running, all the layers of her dress dragging, pulling her back. She stumbled out the front, gorgeously kept bushes reached out, grabbing her skirts, tearing peices away from her legs. She stopped and turned. A silohette was seen in the window. She turned and fled. She had to get away. She ran through the streets, tears fell. What had happened in that house burned into her memory. She found a horse and climbed onto its back. She vowed to one day return and put things right.

***

Camelia looked up all of a sudden to the mirror. Her dreams had returned. This one was the strongest one she had ever had. The feeling inside seemed almost to cease as Camelia looked around the bathroom. "Who are you?" She repeated the line again. Her body ached to be touched again.
 
Adam

She stopped for a moment and stared at the mirror and Adam couldn't helped it. He had stop everything as he watched her concubine fleeing the scene. It was her, it had to be her but he couldn't tell her, not yet.

"Who are you.....you......you.....you?" The words were echoing in his heads she repeated her question.

She was waiting for him to continue, the water was still inside her but was inert. Has he started imposing his will on the liquid, he sent his words to her again.

"Tonight you will experience joy and pleasure. from my part. Tomorow i want you to wait for me in your bed at midnight and I want you to be well dressed. When I deem you ready, then you will know my name."

As the last sentence reached Camelia's ear, the water went solid inside her and it pounded inside her. The spectacle would have bringed terrors to a mortal witness as liquid were now reaching from the water right inside her. She could feel some slipery hands holding her by the shoulders while 2 others were playing with her nipple. She could feel a tickling on each side of her ear lobes as if some was licking them. She could another jet of water trying to find way into her anus, enterring very slowly and expanding once inside her.

"Now my dear Camelia's, cum for me...."
 
Camelia

"Oh god..." Camelia moaned deeply as she was probed into. "I will wait..." She moaned. Her back arched as the water moved with in her. Her mind was filled with ectacy, and she couldn't think of anything else but the warmth of the water filling her. The water massaged her body all over as she moved in it. Waves splashed, rose and fell against the tub, some of it slipping over the side, hitting the floor. She wanted to reach out and touch whatever was giving her this great feeling.

Camelia let out a silent scream. "Oh god... I'm coming..." She moaned deeply in her throat. The water moved faster in her, rubbing over her whole body. Her cum mingled with the water as she came hard, her body shuddered. Then she relaxed and slid down into the water.

"I will meet you tomorrow, whoever you are. I want... nay... need to know you. My ghostly spectre..."
 
Adam Wender, next day, in the underworld

Wender was sitting in his colonnial chair in the ballroom staring into the nothingness of his room. At his feet were laying three beautiful lust spirits. One was on her knees, applying a fellation to her master while the other two were kissing, fundling and licking each other, attempting to gain the attention of Adam Wender. It was the same circus everynight, some of the lust spirits would reached them and attempt to woe him for the evening. It was the only way for them to survive, they needed the sexual energy from Wender or from mortals. The problem with them is that they died when the energy was extracted from them.

Still thinking of the events last night, he did not realize that the ghostly woman was now sitting on him, her dress was still on but nothing else was underneath it. As he felt her pushed him inside he growled and return back to reality. The other had rose and were now standing on each side of him kissing him while they were rubbing his body. "Damn succubus" he taught, "always preying on you when you are not expecting them. As he started thrusting inside the woman on him he grabbed the other two by the waist. "Alright lady looks like you will get me for now." With that he lifted a veil of shadow around them while he reached for each of them...."

****************

Now that he had finished with those, Adam was still standing in his room among the many spectres of were trying to get his attention. But not tonight, his thoughts were somewhere else. He looked at the moon outside, a bright full moon. "It will soon be time for our first meeting." Those last word echoed throught the room as he had left it, on his way to Camelia's room. He sent his taught incousciously to her. He left her some instructions and he wanted to make sure they were respected. "Midnight, well-dressed and groomed" Mortals were still fascinating him after two hundred years. They could always find a way to surprise or impress him and tonight he hoped this would still be the case. He reached her room exactly as the midnight bell started. His arrivals sent a gust of wind trough her room but he waited before manifesting himself to her. He just looked at her sending the breeze to her, awaking her concubine....
 
Camelia

Camelia stepped into the school yard with her mother. "Mom, you didn't have to come with me, I'm old enough now."

"I know sweety, but you're my baby girl." Camelia groaned. They reched the office and sat waiting for the principal.

"Miss Rougha?" The pair stood and walked into the office. "So where are you living?"

"The old Wender mansion." The principal's jaw dropped, then he cleared his throat.

"It's a... nice... place" Her mother nodded.

"Yeah, but it's quite empty."

***

"Yeah, the Wender place."

"Oh my god are you serious?"

"Yeah, that's what I heard." Theses whispers followed her down the hallway.

"Hey, Camelia, follow us." A girl in black stepped forward and placed her hand on her back, leading her to the back of the back of the school, into an abandoned room. "This is the one." She said to a group of two others.

"Wow."

"Welcome."

***

"Midnight, well-dressed and groomed..." These words echoed through Camelia's dream. A breeze roused her from sleep. She sat up slowly in bed, she must have dozed off. She stood and straightened her out fit - white blouse red skirt and stockings skin stockings, she slipped her feet into matching red heels and pulled on a red blazer. She checked her hair which was tied in a bun, straightening loose strands that fell over her face. She sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm ready." She whispered. She heard the last chime of the clock and looked towards the door of her room.
 
Adam, Camelia's Room, Midnight

Adam was standing behind Camelia. His hands were on her shoulders moving along her arms and her back. Camelia couldn't feel him but she could feel the shivers going trough her spine. She was looking very good and he liked that. Not saying anything he continueed moving his hands over her breast then down to her legs. He wanted to materialize, to feel her but he couldn't, not yet. He had to awaken her senses, absorb some of her sexual energy to manifest into the living world. That's why he was giving her the shivers. The breez he had came with was now at camelia's feet, lifting her skirt in the air while it was playing with her thights. He spoke to her, sending his voice as a whisper into her ears.

"My dear Camelia, I need you tonight the same way as you need me. My dear Camelia we have been separated for too long but now we can be reunited, you can bring me back from that realm. But for that i need your ecstasy, I need to feel that you need me, you desires me."

As he said those words the satin sheets on her beds starting by themselves, they rose to her inner thighs and they started rubbing against them,up all the way to her pussy. Meanwhile continue moving his hands all over her upper body, making sure she could feel his shivers.

"I know that you want more, that you need more, but for that you will have to acknowledge my dear. Feel it inside you, you know my name. For me to get into your world, you will have to yell it three times during the same orgasm. Once this is done, I will give you all the pleasure you want".

The sheets were now pushing themselves inside her. They were tickling her clitoris now. Adam was awaiting her reactions now...
 
Camelia

Camelia moaned deeply and lay back on her bed. She felt the breeze roam over her body and the sheets entered her. Her red blazer opened slowly. The cool breeze causing her nipples to become erect and harden. Camelia craved to have him inside her.

The people at school had refused to give too much information about the Wender mansion, including the name of the owner. It was only ever referred to as the Wender mansion.

Her blouse moved over her breasts, arousing her more. A name came into her brain, her heart beat faster as she thought the name. She whispered it to the spirit, almost asking him if it was indeed his name. Her blouse opened slowly and the satin sheets tickled her hard nipples.

"Adam..." She whispered again. She gasped as the sheets twisted inside her. Her fingers gripped the bed sheets beside her. She yelled his name loudly, the feeling intensified."Oh god Adam... I need you, please..."

She was gasping, trying to catch her breath. Her hips moved up and down, the sheets slid in and out of her. Her pussy burned for more. "Please Adam..." Her skirt had slid up from the breeze, the air still tickled over her heated skin.
 
Adam Wender, soon to be part of this world again.

Adam watched Camelia as she was getting aroused by all the feeling he was giving to her. Her back was arched on her bed, her leg was spread while the sheet was playing with her and now her breast were getting visible, the breeze running over her hard niplpes.

He smiled, he like her as he liked her before. As she was moaning for more he remembered the night he had met her 200 years earlier. The first contact had reavealed something to him that night. There was something special about her, something that he had never perceived in a mortal woman had that time. That night, when they made love during one of his grand orgy, he had touched something but he did not know what was about her that fascinating him. Then it all came down and Adam had been trapped in his spiritual form.

As she called his name, Adam woke up from his dreaming. He looked at her She was getting ready he knew, he could feel himself getting tangible. Twice after, his name shouted and Adam felt that he could actually get a grip on the reality. His caressed her body, he could feel her skin but he knew he was not visible. It would take more then that to actually revive him completly. Each night they would spent together would increase his hold on the mortal world. For now he was happy to give out more to her, she deserved it. Adam removed gently the sheets from Camelia's thight and moved his head between her legs, she could a soft cold breeze approcahing her pussy while his hands were now moving on her thights, feeling them troughout the fabric of the stockings. Then as he reached her pussy, he used of of his hand to spread her lips. His touch was very cold and it was sending more shivers to her but it was nothing has he started licking her. It was a sensation out of the ordinary as something cold and hot at the same time entered her body, it was wet but the same soft breeze would dry it up in seconds. Meanwhile he kept licking her clitoris has his fingers was getting inside her. He still maintained the control over the satin sheets who were pleasuring her nipples.

Tonight, he would give her the pleasure of a life time and hopefully she would be able to satisfy him at the same time....It had been 200 years since that time
 
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