Lorraine Vivie's Undying Desire: A Forbidden Encounter in the Whispering Caves**

The subterranean air in the Whispering Caves was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient stone, a perpetual twilight clinging to the cavern walls. For Lorraine Vivie, this was a sanctuary, a place where the suffocating memories of her past life as a living, breathing mortal could momentarily recede. Yet, tonight, the silence was a potent prelude, charged with an unspoken anticipation. She traced the cool, unyielding surface of her bony fingers against a moss-covered stalactite, her undead heart, a mere spectral echo of its former self, thrumming with a peculiar, almost painful longing. It had been ages since she'd felt this… this pull. A pull that transcended the sterile existence of undeath, a pull towards the warmth, the life, the sheer, intoxicating presence of another being.

Her gaze drifted to the flickering light of a nearby torch, its flame dancing wildly, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to writhe with a life of their own. It was there, amidst the gloom and the echoes, that she first saw him. Not as a fellow adventurer, not as a comrade in arms, but as… something else. A silhouette, framed by the flickering light, his form radiating a vital energy that felt like a supernova against her own ethereal existence. He was a living, breathing man, a stark contrast to the stillness that had become her constant companion. His name, she knew, was Riel. A simple name, yet it resonated within her hollow chest like a struck bell. He was a sorcerer, a man who understood the arcane, who walked the edges of the forbidden, much like herself, though his path was paved with flesh and blood.

Lorraine had always possessed a certain… presence, even in undeath. Her form, while undeniably of the undead, retained a haunting beauty, a spectral allure. Her skin, pale and smooth, stretched taut over delicate bone structure, a stark canvas for the vivid crimson of her lips. But it was her breasts, impossibly full and firm, that drew the eye, a testament to a life force that even death could not entirely diminish, now amplified by the otherworldly energies that pulsed through her. They were a constant, almost inconvenient reminder of her former humanity, a source of both pride and a deep, melancholic ache. Tonight, however, that ache was tinged with something far more exhilarating. A desire she hadn't felt in centuries, a yearning for touch, for sensation, for the oblivion that only a truly profound connection could bring.

Riel approached slowly, his steps deliberate, his eyes, sharp and intelligent, never leaving hers. He was not a man easily intimidated, and he carried an aura of quiet confidence that Lorraine found… captivating. He saw her not as a monster, a grotesque relic of the grave, but as a woman. A woman of immense power, yes, but a woman nonetheless. He had witnessed her prowess in battle, her unwavering resolve, but tonight, their encounter was to be a different kind of battlefield, one of whispered desires and unspoken needs. As he drew closer, the scent of his living warmth, a subtle blend of sweat, leather, and something uniquely his own, reached her, a stark, intoxicating contrast to the sterile chill of her being. It was a scent that promised life, and in that moment, Lorraine craved it with every fiber of her spectral existence.

He stopped just a few feet away, the torchlight glinting off the intricate patterns of his sorcerer's robes. His gaze was steady, a silent question hanging in the air between them. Lorraine’s heart, or the ghost of it, quickened its pace. She could feel the phantom blush rising on her cheeks, a sensation so alien, so exhilarating, that she almost gasped. Her voice, when she spoke, was a low, husky murmur, barely audible above the drip of water from the cavern ceiling. "Riel," she breathed, the name a caress on her tongue. "You came."

A faint smile touched Riel's lips, a subtle shift that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "I did, Lorraine," he replied, his voice a deep baritone that resonated through the quiet cavern. "I sensed… a shift. A change in the air. And I knew it had something to do with you." He took another step, closing the distance between them. The warmth radiating from him was palpable, a stark contrast to the cold that seemed to emanate from her. Lorraine found herself instinctively reaching out, her bony fingers hovering just inches from his arm, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace of the moment, or perhaps, afraid of the raw, unadulterated power of his touch.

He mirrored her movement, his hand gently covering hers, his skin warm against her cool, spectral flesh. The contact sent a jolt through her, a surge of sensation unlike anything she had experienced in her long, undead existence. It was a tingle, a warmth, a vibrant thrum that spread through her limbs, awakening senses she thought had long since gone dormant. Her breath hitched. "Your hand… it's so warm," she whispered, her voice trembling. Riel's thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on her palm, a simple gesture that ignited a wildfire within her. "And yours… so cool," he murmured, his gaze never leaving hers, searching her ancient, ethereal eyes.

He moved closer still, his body almost brushing against hers. Lorraine could feel the heat radiating from his chest, the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. It was a symphony of life, a stark reminder of what she had lost, but tonight, it was also a promise of what could be. Her large, luminous eyes, the color of twilight, widened slightly as she met his gaze. There was no fear in his eyes, no revulsion, only a profound curiosity, a shared understanding of the unconventional paths they both walked. And something more… a burgeoning desire that mirrored the tempest raging within her own spectral core.

"Lorraine," Riel's voice was a low rumble, laced with an intensity that made her knees weak, or would have, had they possessed any true strength. "You are… magnificent. Even now." He reached up, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of her unnaturally dark hair from her cheek. The touch was feather-light, yet it felt like a brand, searing itself into her memory. She leaned into his touch, a silent plea for more. The very air between them crackled with an unseen energy, the unspoken desires that had simmered beneath the surface for so long finally threatening to erupt.

Her chest, those impossibly large, perfectly formed breasts, seemed to swell beneath the fabric of her simple adventurer's tunic. They were a testament to the vibrant life she once lived, a life that now seemed a distant, yet potent, dream. Riel's gaze, though polite, lingered on them for a moment, a subtle acknowledgment of their undeniable presence. He saw them not as objects of lust, but as a part of the captivating woman before him, a woman who possessed a beauty that defied her undead state. Lorraine felt a blush, a phantom heat, rise within her, a feeling so unfamiliar, so thrilling, that she almost reveled in it. She met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a raw, unbridled longing that she no longer had the strength, or the will, to conceal.

"Riel," she repeated, her voice a mere breath. "I… I haven't felt like this… in so long. This… warmth. This… longing." Her bony hand, still held captive in his, squeezed his tighter. He returned the pressure, his grip firm and reassuring. He could sense the raw emotion radiating from her, the centuries of loneliness and suppressed desire finally finding an outlet. He was a sorcerer, a man who understood the currents of energy, and the energy flowing between them was undeniable, potent, and utterly intoxicating.

"I understand, Lorraine," he said softly, his eyes holding hers. "And I… I feel it too. This… connection. It's… rare. And powerful." He slowly, deliberately, began to unfasten the clasp of her tunic, his fingers moving with a practiced grace. Lorraine's breath hitched in her throat. This was it. The precipice. The moment she had both feared and yearned for. As the fabric parted, revealing the full, breathtaking expanse of her ample breasts, Riel let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. They were magnificent, perfectly rounded mounds of pale flesh, crowned with rosy nipples that seemed to harden under his appreciative gaze. The sight sent a tremor through him, a primal, undeniable urge.

Lorraine watched him, her spectral heart pounding a frantic rhythm. She saw the admiration in his eyes, the raw desire that flickered there, and it stoked the embers of her own longing into a raging inferno. She felt a strange tingling sensation bloom between her breasts, a phantom ache that radiated outwards, urging her to seek solace, to seek release. Riel’s gaze swept over her exposed form, a silent, reverent appreciation of the beauty that death had failed to erase. He reached out, his hand hovering just above her left breast, as if hesitant to disturb the ethereal perfection. Then, with a gentle, deliberate movement, he cupped its weight in his palm. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh was electrifying. He felt the subtle pulse of her spectral being beneath his touch, a life force that was undeniably present, undeniably potent.

"They are… exquisite, Lorraine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He brought his hand closer, his fingers brushing lightly against her nipple. Lorraine gasped, a ragged sound that echoed in the cavern. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp, exquisite pleasure that coursed through her entire being, from the tips of her skeletal fingers to the soles of her spectral feet. She leaned into him, her head tilting back slightly, her crimson lips parting in a silent plea. He lowered his head, his lips pressing a kiss against the smooth skin of her décolletage, his warmth a stark contrast to her cool embrace.

The kiss deepened, his lips tasting her, exploring the delicate curve of her collarbone, the hollow of her throat. Lorraine closed her eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. It was a dizzying dance of life and undeath, of warmth and cool, of desire and fulfillment. Riel's hands began to roam, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, a silent appreciation of the feminine form that even centuries of undeath had not diminished. His touch was electric, awakening dormant feelings, igniting a fire that had long been thought extinguished. Lorraine arched against him, a silent groan escaping her lips as his touch became bolder, more intimate.

He gently eased her tunic down, revealing the full glory of her ample bosom. Riel’s breath hitched. Her breasts were magnificent, impossibly full and round, their pale skin stretched taut over their generous curves. They seemed to spill from her tunic, a tantalizing invitation. He could feel the heat radiating from them, a palpable testament to the life that still pulsed within her. His gaze was fixed on them, a mixture of awe and burgeoning desire. He slowly brought his face down, his lips hovering inches away, the anticipation a palpable force.

Lorraine felt a phantom warmth bloom between her breasts, a tingling sensation that spread throughout her ethereal body. She leaned forward, her own spectral lips parting in a silent plea. Riel obliged, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, his warm exhale a stark contrast to her cool presence. He tasted of… life. Of something vibrant and intoxicating. It was a taste that made her undead heart ache with a longing she hadn't felt in centuries. His hands began to move, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, then drifting lower, to the impossibly soft skin of her neck. She shivered at his touch, a sensation that reverberated through her spectral form.

He gently pulled her tunic down further, his eyes widening as they took in the full splendor of her ample breasts. They were a vision, perfectly rounded and impossibly full, their pale skin a stark contrast to the dark fabric of her clothing. Lorraine felt a phantom blush rise to her cheeks, a sensation so unfamiliar, so thrilling, that it made her spectral heart pound like a drum. Riel’s gaze lingered, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and something far more primal. He slowly brought his head down, his lips hovering just above the rosy peaks of her nipples, the anticipation a palpable force in the air.

Lorraine moaned softly, her spectral body arching into his. The desire was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her. She had never imagined anything like this. The warmth of his skin against her own, the intoxicating scent of his life, the sheer, raw power of his desire – it was all too much, and yet, she craved every moment of it. Riel’s lips finally met her nipple, a gentle, tentative kiss. Lorraine gasped, a strangled sound escaping her lips. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that coursed through her entire being. He suckled gently, then more firmly, his touch igniting a fire within her that burned hotter than any inferno.

Her spectral fingers, surprisingly strong, clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his tunic. She could feel the phantom tremors running through her, the intense, almost unbearable pleasure. Riel’s mouth moved to her other breast, his tongue teasing and swirling, each touch sending ripples of ecstasy through her. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible. He continued his ministrations, his lips and tongue exploring every curve, every swell, driving her towards an edge she had long thought unreachable. The air in the cavern seemed to thicken, charged with their shared passion.

He slowly pulled away, his eyes, dark and intense, meeting hers. A slow smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly extraordinary, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He reached down, his fingers tracing the outline of her now fully exposed breasts, cupping their weight in his hands. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, pale flesh was intoxicating. He brought his face closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive peaks of her nipples. Lorraine gasped, a soft, breathy sound that echoed in the cavern. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent shivers down her spectral spine.

He began to suckle, gently at first, then with increasing urgency. A jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through Lorraine. Her spectral body trembled, her legs feeling like they might give way. She clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his tunic. This was… this was beyond anything she had ever imagined. The warmth of his mouth against her, the exquisite tugging sensation, it was driving her towards a precipice she had long forgotten existed. Her crimson lips parted, a silent moan escaping her as Riel’s tongue teased and swirled around her nipple, sending waves of ecstasy through her undead form. She felt a phantom flush rise within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a sensation that was both alien and intensely exhilarating.

Riel’s hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, then dipping beneath the hem of her tunic, exploring the gentle swell of her hips. He felt the cool, smooth skin beneath his touch, the phantom curves that still held a profound sensuality. Lorraine arched against him, her spectral form humming with a desire she had long suppressed. She reveled in his touch, the intimate exploration of her form. She had been dead for so long, her existence a monochrome existence of survival and solitude. But here, in Riel's arms, she felt a spectrum of sensation, a vibrant, intoxicating wave of life.

He slowly guided her down onto a patch of soft moss, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows that danced around them. Lorraine’s large, luminous eyes never left his as he knelt before her. He began to unfasten the remaining buttons of her tunic, his fingers moving with deliberate, exquisite slowness. As the fabric parted, the full, breathtaking expanse of her ample breasts was revealed, spilling from her clothing like twin moons against the twilight gloom. They were a sight that even in her undead state, Lorraine knew was magnificent. Riel’s breath hitched, a low sound of appreciation escaping his lips.

His gaze was fixed on them, a mixture of awe and raw, undeniable desire. He reached out, his warm fingers gently cupping the weight of her left breast. The contrast between his living warmth and her cool, smooth flesh was electric. He felt the phantom thrum of her undead heart, a spectral pulse that resonated with his own desire. Lorraine trembled at his touch, a sensation that rippled through her ethereal being. She leaned into his caress, her spectral lips parting in a silent sigh.

"Lorraine," Riel murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You are… more beautiful than I ever imagined." He lowered his head, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive tip of her nipple. Lorraine gasped, a soft, involuntary sound that echoed in the cavern. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate tingling that spread through her, igniting a fire that had long been dormant. He began to suckle, gently at first, then with a growing urgency. A jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through Lorraine’s spectral form. Her spectral knees felt weak, her ethereal body arching into his touch.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his tunic. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating pull. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. She felt a phantom blush rise within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel’s tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the sensitive tip of her left nipple, and she gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through her ethereal form. He suckled gently, then with a growing urgency, and Lorraine's spectral heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her spectral ribs.

Her spectral fingers clutched at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She reveled in the exquisite sensation, the intoxicating tug. It was a pleasure so intense, so profound, that it threatened to shatter her very existence. A phantom blush rose within her, a warmth that spread from her chest outwards, a feeling that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. Riel's tongue then moved to her other breast, his mouth swirling and teasing, each touch sending waves of pure bliss through her undead being. She felt herself unraveling, her spectral form shimmering with an intensity she hadn’t known possible.

He slowly pulled away, his dark, intense eyes meeting hers. A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips. "You are… truly magnificent, Lorraine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. He then proceeded to slowly, deliberately, remove the rest of her clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. As her final garments fell away, Lorraine stood before him, her pale, spectral form illuminated by the torchlight. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly shaped, were the undeniable focal point, their rosy nipples standing proud and inviting. Riel’s breath hitched. He had seen many wonders in his travels, but nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of Lorraine Vivie.

He knelt before her, his gaze reverent as he traced the curve of her collarbone with his fingertip. The contrast between his warm skin and her cool, smooth flesh sent a tremor through her. Lorraine shivered, a phantom sensation that felt intensely real. Riel’s lips then found the soft skin of her neck, his kiss sending shivers down her spine. He tasted the faint, otherworldly essence of her being, a scent that was both ancient and intoxicating. He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of her breasts, his breath a warm caress against her pale skin.

Lorraine arched into him, her spectral body humming with a desire she had long thought impossible. She had been dead for so long, her existence a quiet, solitary affair. But in Riel’s arms, she felt alive, vibrant, and utterly desired. His lips found the