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Ghost of Culture

I am a pervert. I am such a pervert. Even in death, I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t help myself at all! As a ghost, I am on a mission to spread manly culture throughout this world and the next. Join me on my adventure throughout the multiverse. Read about my endless debauchery. And feel what I feel! Even Gods tremble erotically in my presence and spread their legs to welcome me. Hah! I am such a pervert. And this will be super fun! ************************** This story contains extreme sexual situation and more sexual situations. No one under 18 is allowed.

Erosire · Urban
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Black Versus Red Royale

As it turns out, it is super easy to get Orvis into my body. Barely an inconvenience, really. All I need to do is like shove her onto my stiffened meat.

Like really shove her onto my meat, as if she is a spirit herself.

Well. Orvis is a spirit, a battle spirit. Thus, she is more or less similar to me. No one can see her besides myself, and if they did, they would have the most incredible erection of their life, and it is not because she is like drenched from head to toe in my ectoplasmic spunk.

Not solely anyway. It is because of her appearance. She currently takes on the form of a starkly naked humanoid dragon with some juicy chest asset ever.

I should know. I have been sucking on her titties ever since she had grown some awesome nipples. All while spearing her tight dragon snatch too. Hah!

That was fun. Like really fun.