Chapter 79 Appointment.
Pressed and squeezed at her soft mounds, only visible by the shape of hands beneath her blouse and the sensation of those icy fingers pressing into her warm breasts.
Working open the snap of her bra. Cold fingers upon her nipples. Pinching. Gently twisting.
"Ahhhh!" Ava gasped, jerking back from the sensation, but unable to escape the disembodied, invisible hands. "H-hey! What are you doing?"
"I aaaammm the guardian of the tomb," came the whispering reply, cold against her ear. "I must defend the family remains. Even from beautiful elf girls."
Ava shimmied and plucked at her blouse as the buttons began to pop open one-by-one.
The fingers leaving dimples on her breasts. Her nipples stretched and squeezed by the icy, invisible grasp. Pleasure and fear shot through her. Tingled down her spine.
"Hey! I’m a f-friend!" cried Ava. "I’m here to s-s-see Groan Bones!"
"Nnnnnnooooo aaaaappppppointment," moaned the voice, moving to her other ear.
A human figure began to solidify from the mists pouring through the crypt. Rising into the shape of a big-nosed human. Legless and floating, twisting through the air like a handkerchief caught on a breeze.
"Hooooowwww ruuuuude! But maaaaybe we can oooooverlooook thaaaaat..."
This strange, cold shape slid over her breasts, around her neck, and down her back.
It plunged into the cleavage of her buttocks, down the back of her underwear, threading between her cheeks, over her pussy, and back out the front of her trousers.
Ava cried out, staggering back several steps as her cunt throbbed with the sensation.
"OooooooOOOOOOoooo," the ghost moaned, a happy face appearing from the mist at waist height. "I do love the taste of a fresh elf. It makes me feel alive again!"
Ava grabbed her blouse and tried to pull it back over her breasts. She gave the misty face drifting through the tomb a cross look and warned, "N-now look here! I am not going to put up with this! I am here to see Groan Bones, not be fondled by some spooky pervert! I bet you don’t even have a ghost cock!"
"I’ll take that bet!" Osiris laughed, twisting up from the mist, solidifying into the complete shape of a human dressed in an outdated barrister’s costume and powdered wig.
As Ava looked on, he reached for the buttons of his translucent trousers and popped them open.
A long, wispy-tipped cock took shape like smoke being breathed into a penis-shaped vessel. He floated it closer, wagging back and forth and rubbing the cold breath of it across her face.
Ava winced.
"Eeeeugh! It smells like dead leaves!"
"It tastes minty!" Osiris replied. "Or so I’ve been told by this courtesan who sometimes wanders into the graveyard! Now then, elfy, I think I’m going to start with that prime elf rump of yours!"
"Hey, what do you! OH!" Ava’s eyes widened again as Osiris dived down the back of her pants.
This time, she had the distinct sensation of soft, cold cock pressing between her cheeks and rubbing at the divot of her back door.
Ava stumbled forward, catching the statue of Osiris by its pedestal as the old ghost’s haunted cock began to wedge its way into her ass.
"Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle," Osiris murmured into her ear.
The boom of a slamming door echoed through the tomb. The ghost froze in his assault on Ava. "Oh damn," he hissed, and like that, faded away.
Ava didn’t understand what had happened at first. Her rump still raised, ectoplasm leaking from her, her body bent against the statue, she simply stood there, shaking with arousal, panting hotly.
Clipped footsteps echoed through the room, then stopped a short distance behind Ava.
"Who are you?"
Ava lifted her head, turned it.
A man stood behind her. Or, what remained of a man. His skin was grey as tombstone. where it remained, for she could see the bones of a jaw and one eye was a hollow socket, the other lidded with dry disinterest.
As if to compensate for this state of disrepair, his suit was pristine, pressed and flat. In one hand he carried a leather briefcase, his shoes gleaming with fresh polish. He wore a tie. It had a skull on it.
"G-groan Bones?" Ava gasped.
"Mister Bones, yes."
"H-hi. I’m um... L-Ava Copperman. I was hoping to hire you."
The zombie’s one eye trailed over Ava’s form with cold analysis. "I see," he said. "If you thought to tempt me to take your case with pleasures of the flesh, I fear you are in error. Rot has taken my... equipment for that activity."
Ava blinked as she processed his words, then blushed hard. She jerked upright and hastily pulled her blouse shut. "N-no! I mean, um, if you wanted to. I didn’t realize... I mean, there’s still lots of fun we could have if you don’t have a cock. I uh-"
He raised a hand. "Please. Having a relationship with a potential client is very unprofessional. And professionalism is my primary purpose. However, I have a number of cases at the moment, and am not in the interest of taking on another."
"Oh," Ava said, her shoulders drooping. "I see... S-sorry. Karl said you’d be able to help me."
"Ah," Bones said dryly. "Mister Krass. Yes, we have worked together before. But as I said, I have no interest in taking on another client at this time. I can provide you with the names of some others who may be available."
"Do you think they can beat Riza Von Lazarus?" Ava said despondently.
A tomb is always cold. But the one Ava stood in was suddenly so frigid it could preserve stone age man for modern science. The zombie somehow found a way to stand even stiffer than before.
"What does she have to do with this?" Bones said, his voice so a growl like he was chewing gravel.
Ava shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "Um, she’s uh, s-suing me. For defamation? I think that’s what it was, um, called. She said-"
"Do you have the papers?"
"Y-yeah! Here, um..."
Ava fished out the papers tossed on her by Riza. Bones took them, his one eye scanning them rapidly, narrowing slowly.
"I see," he said. "Interesting."
"Um, is it?" Ava said.
"I will take your case, Miss Copperman."
"You will?" Ava gasped.
"Yes," Bones said, his hand slowly tightening on the papers. "Von Lazarus and I have unfinished business between us."
"Thank you!" Ava cried, throwing herself forward, wrapping her arms around the zombie in an adoring embrace. "Thank you thank you thank you!"
Bones cleared his throat, or what was left of it, and gently pushed the elf off of him. "Yes, well. That’s all fine. Now, I will need time to prepare your case. As do you, Miss Copperman. In particular, we must arrange you some protection."
"Protection?" Ava said. "I mean, I always carry a condom, but I do forget about it most of the time..."
"Not quite," Bones said. "Von Lazarus will do anything to win a case. And if you should die, then she would, naturally, win."
"R-really? You think she’d try and kill me?" Ava said, a tremor in her voice.
"Oh yes," Bones said, the light of the candles making shadows writhe in the socket of his eye. "In fact, I guarantee it..."