Chapter 228 THORNE MANOR pt 2

Chapter 228 THORNE MANOR pt 2
Harper sat frozen in the center of the massive four-poster bed, her heart hammering like a drum solo in her chest. The flashlight lay dead beside her, and the room was bathed only in pale moonlight filtering through cracked windows.

“Okay, ghosts,” she said, forcing her voice to stay steady and dripping with sarcasm even as invisible hands continued their bold exploration of her body. “If you’re going to feel me up like this, at least buy me dinner first. I have standards. I’m not a cheap haunt.”

A rich chuckle echoed around the room, three different masculine voices, all deeply amused and far too real.

One of the presences, clearly the boldest, slid his fingers higher under her shorts and brushed directly over her panties, pressing firmly against her swollen clit through the soaked fabric. Harper’s breath hitched sharply, her hips twitching forward despite herself.

“Rude,” she gasped, trying to sound offended. “At least tell me your names before you start playing with my clit like it’s a goddamn fidget spinner.”

The smooth, velvety voice that had spoken earlier returned, whispering right beside her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “You can call me Elias, darling.”

A deeper, rougher voice came from behind her, warm breath ghosting over her neck. “I’m Victor.”

The third voice, playful and teasing, spoke while invisible lips sucked gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear. “And I’m Lucian. We’ve been waiting a very, very long time for someone as entertaining and delicious as you, Harper.”

She shivered hard, goosebumps exploding across her skin. “Great, so U’m being molested by three Victorian fuckboys with British accents. My therapist is going to have a field day with this story. ‘Patient claims she was fingered by ghosts. Send help.’”

Victor’s large, strong hands slid under her thin tank top from behind, cupping her bare breasts fully and squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure. His thumbs circled her stiff nipples slowly, then pinched them firmly, making her moan despite herself.

“Fuck… okay, that feels way too good for dead guys,” Harper admitted, biting her lip hard. “You three better be ridiculously hot. If I’m getting haunted, I want quality ghosts. None of that ugly Victorian mustache shit.”

Elias laughed, a rich, seductive sound, and in one smooth motion pushed her shorts and panties down her legs, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. The cool night air hit her soaked pussy, making her gasp sharply.

“You’re absolutely dripping, sweetheart,” Elias murmured, clearly pleased. “For someone who doesn’t believe in us, your body is being very honest right now.”

Harper opened her mouth to fire back another witty retort, but Lucian chose that exact moment to spread her thighs wider and drag his warm, wet tongue slowly up her slit in one long, luxurious stroke.

“Oh my fucking god…” Harper’s head fell back against the pillow as Lucian licked her with devastating skill, long, hungry strokes followed by focused sucking on her swollen clit, then pushing his tongue inside her. “Okay… you win. You’re officially the best head I’ve ever had and you’re not even alive. That’s just rude and unfair.”

Victor chuckled darkly behind her and pinched both her nipples at the same time, rolling them between his fingers while Elias captured her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, swallowing every moan and whimper.

The combination of three ghosts pleasuring her at once was overwhelming. Harper’s usual sharp sass started crumbling fast under the relentless assault of pleasure.

“Shit… Lucian, right there, fuck, you’re too good at that,” she moaned, grinding shamelessly against his invisible mouth. “If you were alive I’d marry you just for your tongue. Hell, I’d let you haunt me every night.”

Lucian laughed against her pussy, the vibration sending sparks through her entire body and making her thighs shake.

Elias pulled back from the kiss, his lips brushing teasingly against hers. “You’re even more beautiful when you’re falling apart like this. So fiery. So wet and so responsive for us.”

Victor’s fingers replaced Lucian’s tongue. He pushed two thick digits deep inside her soaked pussy while his thumb rubbed firm circles on her clit. “So fucking tight,” he growled, pumping his fingers steadily. “How long has it been since someone properly fucked this pretty little cunt, Harper?”

“Too long,” she admitted breathlessly, riding his fingers without shame now. “College was a fucking dry spell. And none of those boys could do what you’re doing right now. Not even close.”

The ghosts seemed to love her honesty. Their touches grew bolder, more confident.

Using some invisible force, they slowly lifted her a few inches off the bed, holding her suspended in the air. Lucian sucked hard on her clit while Victor finger-fucked her faster and deeper. Elias pulled her tank top up and latched onto her nipples, sucking and biting them gently.

Harper was losing control rapidly.

“You absolute assholes,” she moaned, half-laughing, half-crying from the overwhelming pleasure. “I came here to debunk you and now I’m getting ghosted in the best and worst way possible. This is peak millennial experience.”

Elias chuckled against her breast. “We’re going to ruin you for any living man, Harper. By morning, you’ll be begging us never to leave.”

Harper’s thighs started shaking violently. Victor curled his fingers perfectly against her g-spot, stroking it relentlessly.

“I’m gonna fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

“Then cum for us, beautiful,” Lucian purred, sucking her clit with renewed intensity.

Harper shattered completely.

She came with a loud, broken cry that echoed through the old mansion. Her entire body convulsed in mid-air as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through her. Clear cum gushed out around Victor’s fingers in messy, rhythmic squirts, dripping onto the dusty wooden floor below in obscene splatters. The ghosts held her suspended through every second of her orgasm, drawing it out until she was a whimpering, trembling, overstimulated mess.

When they finally lowered her gently back onto the bed, Harper lay there panting, legs spread obscenely, her pussy still twitching and leaking.

She let out a weak, breathless laugh.

“…Ten out of ten. Would get haunted again. Five stars. Highly recommend.”

The three ghosts laughed with her, warm, dark, and full of wicked promise. Their voices filled the dark room like smoke.

“Oh sweetheart,” Elias whispered, gently stroking her hair as she caught her breath. “We’re just getting started with you.”