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Jazz Fenton hadn’t been able to sleep at all since she’d seen Danny fighting Ember. Jazz had always liked the way Ember was built, but when she was fighting, Ember would strum a chord and glisten, which made it all look even hotter. By now, Jazz’s hand had drifted to her smooth-shaven groin and she was inserting to fingers into her opening, just letting her hand touch her clitoris. The speed and intensity of insertion increased quickly, as did Jazzmine’s volume with her moans and whimpers. Soon she was even shouting Ember’s name in the midst of ecstasy as a knot built deep in her belly. Jazz screamed at the top of her lungs, “Ember! Ember! Give me more, Ember!” She felt release as all the muscles in her body relaxed.
Danny lay awake, too. Not because of sexual insomnia like his sister’s, but because of his sister’s. She had been yelling Ember’s name for at least an hour! Danny decided to fix his sister’s little problem. “Everyone deserves to get laid once in a while, I guess…” Danny whispered to himself and the Fenton Thermos, inside which Ember was trapped. Danny hit the ‘free’ button on the side. Ember jumped out instantly.
“You want me to screw your sister!?” Ember demanded incredulously.
“Yeah. Who knows, you might like it.” Danny suggested. Then he flew out the window and flipped on the ghost shield, making sure that Ember wouldn’t get any ideas about escape.
“Oh well… I guess that one night won’t hurt.” Ember said as she began to unbutton her pleather pants. After discarding all her clothing, Ember began walking to Jazz’s room. I wonder if this girl has ever had any…Ember thought as she phased through the door. Jazz saw Ember rematerialize inside her room, and thought for a second that she must be dreaming. Ember saw a shocked Jazz, with a hand on her left breast and a hand under the blanket. Ember liked what she saw, having been expecting a twelve-year-old fangirl and finding someone worth screwing: a tall redhead with deep blue eyes, light beige skin, and hair down to her shoulders. “Tell me, sweetie, are you a virgin?” Ember inquired huskily.
“Y-yes.” Jazz choked out. Ember was already approaching. The former-rock star ghost was nearly all blue, except her neon green eyes, which were framed by sky blue skin and constantly morphing fire shaped hair, which burned a darker blue. The finishing touch of tribal tattoos was meant to strike fear into the hearts of humans, which they did exquisitely here. Jazz looked terrified.
“There, there. No need to be afraid.” Ember whispered into Jazz’s ear before a kiss, exploring this delicious human’s mouth with her tongue. Jazz felt chills from Ember, partially because ghosts don’t generate body heat. The living girl didn’t know what to think at first, but soon started probing her ghostly lover’s mouth in return. They both lost themselves in such a deep kiss, as many do. Hands roaming over one another’s exposed flesh, Ember started to finger Jazz’s still most womanhood and Jazz fondled Ember’s ample breasts. The peaks on Ember’s chest hardened, and Jazz finally broke the kiss. “Why would you do a thing like that?” Ember asked before concentrating some fine tuned ghost energy near Jazz’s most sensitive flesh to give Jazzmine a little ‘jolt’. Ember pressed the energy into Jazzmine’s flesh, and Jazz shuddered in a bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure. The moans were pained, then pleasured, and then pained again.
“That was nice, but shouldn’t I do something for you?” Jazz felt guilty about not pleasuring Ember as effectively as the ghost woman had done for her. Ember just smirked, wrapped her legs around Jazz’s head, and forced the teenager’s head into the ghost’s nether-regions.