Chapter 69 69: Moaning Myrtle [3]
The air in the bathroom was no longer just cold; it was thick with a static charge that made the copper pipes hum in a low, vibrating groan. Before Myrtle could even scream, Astral Ethan had her pinned against the stone wall, his glowing amber form a stark contrast to her shimmering, pearlescent skin.
"You... you feel so warm," she whimpered, her voice echoing with a hollow, spectral resonance. "I haven't felt a single spark of warmth since the day that snake looked at me."
"Well, you were dead, Myrtle. It'd be a bit worrying if you were walking around feeling cozy," Ethan joked, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate inside her head.
He didn't give her a chance to retort. His astral hands slid down her back, the glowing fingers digging into her translucent ass. It was remarkably firm, the ghostly imprint of a girl frozen at fourteen, perky and untouched by time. He pulled her flush against him, and she let out a jagged gasp as his spiritual dick—a thick, pulsing pillar of concentrated amber intent—slapped against her cold, ghostly thighs.
"I'm going to give you something to remember for the next fifty years, Myrtle," Ethan growled. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look through those thick, silver-tinted glasses. "By the time I'm done, people won't call you 'Moaning Myrtle' because you're sad. They'll call you that because you can't stop screaming my name."
Ethan hoisted her up, her ghostly legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He backed her against the row of stone sinks, the same spot where he had just wrecked McGonagall. But where Minerva had been soft flesh and shivering stone, this was pure, unadulterated energy. He reached down, his glowing fingers spreading her translucent pussy lips. She was already leaking a shimmering, pearlescent fluid—ghostly juice that looked like liquid starlight.
"Please," Myrtle begged, her head falling back. "I don't know if I can take it... I'm just a ghost, I'm supposed to be hollow..."
"You're about to be very, very full," Ethan replied.
He lunged forward, burying his thick astral length deep into her. Myrtle's eyes went wide, and she let out a shriek that literally shattered the remaining glass in the mirrors. It wasn't just a physical sensation; it was a soul-deep penetration. He felt her ghostly cunt clamp down on his energy, tight as a vice, her spectral walls vibrating against his heat.
He began to move, his pace relentless. Thrum. Squelch. Hum. Every thrust sent a shower of silver and gold sparks ricocheting off the tiles.
"Oh... oh my... Ethan!" Myrtle wailed, her pigtails flying wildly as she thrashed in his arms. Her silver flush was blinding now, her translucent body arching as he pounded into her, hitting her spectral womb with every heavy, rhythmic drive.
"Let's take this higher," Ethan muttered.
With a surge of will, he kicked off the floor. Gravity was just a suggestion for a Master of the Mystic Arts. They rose into the air, floating toward the high, vaulted ceiling, drifting through the shadows of the rafters. He flipped her in mid-air, forcing her into a doggy-style position while they hovered ten feet above his own lifeless, physical body on the floor.
Ethan reached out and grabbed her twin tails, winding the translucent hair around his fists. He used them like reins, pulling her head back so her back arched into a perfect curve.
"Look at this perky little ghost ass," Ethan sneered, his amber eyes devouring the sight of her silver cheeks. "Fifty years in a toilet and you kept it in such good shape. Waste of a teenage body, Myrtle."
He didn't wait for her to complain about the 'teenager' comment. He slammed back into her from behind. The sound of his astral dick sliding in and out of her wet, ghostly pussy was a wet, electric thrum that filled the entire wing.
Thwack. Slap. Squelch.
He was ruthless, pulling her pigtails hard to keep her anchored as he slammed his glowing balls of light against her silver ass. Every time he hit her, a wave of silver energy rippled through her body, making her blur at the edges.
"Does it feel good, you little peeper?" Ethan grunted, his energy pulsing harder with every stroke. "Seventy years of waiting for a dick, and you get a god to do the job. How's that for a story to tell the other ghosts? Make Nearly Headless Nick jealous."
"I... I can't... haaaaa!" Myrtle's voice broke into a jagged, high-pitched wail. She was vibrating so hard she was starting to glow white. "More! Please, Ethan! Smash me! I want to feel the heat! I want to feel it everywhere!"
Ethan obliged, his thrusts becoming faster, more violent. He shifted his grip, one hand staying on her pigtail while the other moved down. SMACK. He delivered a stinging, heavy slap to her silver ass cheek. The sound was like a thunderclap in the small bathroom.
"You like that, don't you? You're a dirty little spirit," Ethan mocked, his voice echoing in the pipes. He slapped the other cheek, watching the amber light of his hand leave a glowing mark on her translucent skin. "You've been watching students fuck for decades, haven't you? Dreaming about this."
"Yes! Yes, I have!" Myrtle cried out, her honesty stripped bare by the pleasure. "I watched them! I wanted it! I wanted to be touched!"
Ethan let go of her hair and grabbed her tits, kneading the small, perky mounds as he continued to fuck the life back into her dead soul. He moved her through the air, spinning them in a slow, dizzying circle as they drifted back toward the center of the room.
He could feel his release building—a massive, cosmic surge of energy that threatened to blow his astral form apart. He pulled her pigtails one last time, forcing her ass high into the air as he delivered a series of rapid-fire, ground-shaking thrusts.
"I told you, Myrtle," Ethan roared, his voice echoing like thunder. "I'm making you the real Moaning Myrtle tonight. Every ghost in this castle is going to hear you screaming."
He didn't stop. He pushed her legs even wider in mid-air, his glowing dick buried to the hilt in her wet, spectral cunt, preparing for the next shift in the rhythm.
"Now... let's see how you handle it when I really start to play rough," he whispered into her ear, his teeth grazing her ghostly lobe.
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