Chapter 297: Invoking The Wrong Spirit (R-18)
As the days passed, Lianhua never let the subject drop completely. She dropped quiet comments during breakfast, during evening tea, always with that same wounded look in her eyes. "Your father came home late again last night. Smelled like that a different perfume. Didn’t even kiss me goodnight." She left her phone open on the counter once, showing a deleted call log. Another time she "accidentally" played a short audio clip she claimed was from Renzhi’s study. It sounded like a low female laughter, then his voice saying he’d call back later.
Mei started watching her father more closely. She noticed the late nights, the way he avoided eye contact with Lianhua, the quick way he deleted messages. Doubt crept in... Maybe her mother was right.
One quiet afternoon Lianhua sat beside Mei on the sofa again, voice soft and defeated. "I just want to feel alive again. To come so hard I forget my own name. The way West made you come... I’d give anything for that. Even once."
Mei’s chest tightened. She thought of West’s stamina, his size... and the way he’d made her squirt and beg. Her mother’s sadness felt heavier each day. The idea began to form, from guilt at first: maybe West could help. Just once. Just to give her mother what she so clearly needed.
Lianhua watched the conflict play across her daughter’s face and said nothing more, letting the seeds take root.
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Yelena sat at her desk in the quiet mansion with her fafe illuminated from the glow of her laptop screen which was the only light in her room. Her blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders, surrounding a face that still looked model-perfect even with the dark circles under her eyes.
She typed "coping with grief after losing a spouse" into the search bar and hit enter.
The results filled the page with articles, forums, and self-help guides. She clicked through the first few. One suggested daily exercise and fresh air. Another pushed journaling every feeling. A third recommended joining a support group or talking to a therapist. She bookmarked a handful and closed the browser, deciding to try them over the next few days.
The following morning after the kids were dropped off at school, she laced up her sneakers, and went for a long walk through the park.
The air felt crisp but did nothing to lift the heaviness in her chest.
That afternoon she opened a fresh notebook and wrote page after page about her husband, their memories, the sudden emptiness. By evening she attended an online grief circle, listening to strangers share stories that sounded too much like her own. None of it helped. The ache stayed exactly where it had been.
Night after night she repeated the cycle. Walks turned into runs. Journal entries grew longer and more desperate. She even tried meditation apps that promised calm, but every time she closed her eyes the same hollow feeling returned.
After four days of trying and failing, she was still miserable, still waking up reaching for a body that was no longer there.
She returned to the laptop, this time searching deeper into niche forums and obscure sites. Hours passed as she scrolled past crystals, essential oils, and breathing techniques until one post caught her attention.
The title read "Voodoo Ritual to Summon a Lost Lover." The description promised that with the right setup which included candles, incense and specific chants... a person could call their deceased partner back for one night.
The instructions were explicit: arrange black and red candles in a circle, burn sandalwood and myrrh incense, and most importantly, use a dildo and vibrator while focusing on the lost spouse. The ritual claimed the toys would act as conduits, allowing the spirit to possess them and fuck the grieving partner the way they used to.
Yelena stared at the screen confounded. It sounded ridiculous, but she was past caring about logic after she already tried multiple options and failed.
She ordered the items that same night and paid extra for overnight shipping.
When the package arrived two days later she cleared the bedroom floor, placed the candles in their circle, and lit the incense.
The room was immediately filled with heavy, sweet smoke. She stripped naked, revealing her slim waist and full curves before kneeling in the center. She set the dildo and vibrator within reach, closed her eyes, and began the chant listed on the site.
After chanting the words over and over again, the number of times required, she picked up the thick toy, coated it with lube, and climbed back onto her bed.
She lay naked on the silk sheets, spread her legs wide, displaying a heavy ass that pressed into the mattress. Her large, firm breasts rose and fell with shaky breaths and pressed the rounded head of the thick black dildo against her shaved pussy.
The toy slid in with a wet sound, stretching her tight walls as she pushed it deeper.
Yelena bit her lip and started thrusting it in and out, slow at first, then faster...
Fwwhrrophhh~
Fwwhrrophhh~
Fwwhrrophhh~
Fwwhrrophhh~
The veins on the silicone dragged against her inner flesh.
Her free hand moved to her clit, rubbing tight circles while she fucked herself with the toy. "Fuck... yes," she whispered with her eyes closed while trying to picture her late husband’s face above her.
She imagined his hands on her thighs and his cock replacing the toy, pounding her the way he used to.
But every time she tried to hold onto that image, it flickered and changed. West’s sharp jawline replaced her husband’s.
West’s dark eyes stared down at her instead. The rhythm of the dildo became his hips driving forward and stretching her open with his cock.
Yelena’s breath intensified as she tried to push the vision away.
She turned the vibrator on low and brought it to her clit, letting the dual sensations build while she pictured her husband’s face above her.
The ritual was supposed to make it feel like he had returned from the dead with his cock sliding into her again and his hands gripping her hips. But even as she thrust the toy deeper and rubbed the vibrator harder, West’s image kept intruding. West’s sharp features replaced her husband’s.
Yelena once more tried to force the vision away, focusing harder on her late husband, but her body responded to the wrong man.
Her pussy clenched around the silicone shaft while her mind supplied West’s voice telling her to take it deeper.
She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wider, and kept fucking herself with the toy. The wet sounds grew louder as her juices coated the shaft and ran down to her ass.
The ritual supposedly continued with the candles flickering and incense curling upward but the spirit she had tried to summon never appeared.
Instead, every thrust brought West’s face closer, making her imagine his cock swelling inside her.
She pictured West’s hands gripping her waist, pulling her onto his length.
"Goddamn it," she muttered, but her hips kept rolling.
She rolled onto her stomach, perked her ass up, and reached back to keep fucking herself from behind.
The new angle let the toy hit deeper, pressing against her g-spot with every stroke. Her heavy tits swung beneath her as she rocked back onto the toy.
West’s face stayed in her head... She saw him grabbing her blonde hair, yanking her head back while he slammed his cock into her. She saw him flipping her onto her back again, spreading her legs wider than she thought possible, and driving in until the base of the toy kissed her clit.
Yelena’s thighs started shaking. She reached for the smaller vibrator again, turned it on high, and pressed it directly to her swollen clit while she kept pounding herself with the dildo. The dual stimulation made her moan loud and broken.
Her mind supplied the rest: West’s cock pumping inside her, his voice telling her to take it and his cum flooding her pussy.
She came hard, causing her pussy to spasm around the thick toy as clear fluid squirted out around the shaft and soaked the sheets beneath her.
Her whole body jerked intensely while her nipples dragged against the silk as she rode the orgasm out.
Even after the peak, she didn’t stop. She kept the dildo moving slowly inside her oversensitive cunt, letting the aftershocks roll through her while West’s image lingered behind her closed eyes.
Her fingers traced her own slick folds around the toy, spreading the mess, and she whispered his name without meaning to.
Yelena finally pulled the dildo free with a wet pop, watching strings of her cum stretch between her pussy and the toy. She lay there panting with her body glistening with sweat and the grief momentarily dulled by the intensity of her release.
The ritual circle untouched around her and the grief had not completely disappeared, but something new had taken root in its place.
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