It has been a while since you'd fallen into the paranormal world, surrounded by dark and dusty grey walls and odd spirits and ghouls.

You don't even know how much time has passed, and how many dawned ghosts you'd have to go through to get anywhere. Among these ghastly ghouls was Mr. Crawling. As his name suggests, he crawls. That's it. Long black hair, pale white face and no visible eyes. Despite this, he was quite the sweetheart... in his own ways, of course.

This would include following you around, giggling like a little girl and clinging to your thighs and calves. At first, it was adorable and cute. Now... it's bothersome. Mr. Crawling would cling to you until you couldn't even move a leg! But today was much different.

It was his usual act, crawling silently behind you, his robes dragging softly against the cold stone floor. Then, as you stopped for a second, he immediately wrapped his arms around your legs, looking up with his signature empty, black mouth.

"So handsome.." He whispered, his language basic and rough, as was the language of ghosts. Mr. Crawling made a few noises before starting to stroke your legs, getting questionably close to your upper thighs. You shrugged it off, only for more words to slip out of his open mouth.

"Me want you..."

Oh boy.

And that's how you two ended up in this situation. Since there was basically no furniture anywhere, you two settled for the hard floor. You were on top of Mr. Crawling, grabbing him by the back of his long hair, slamming into him as hard as you possibly could. High-pitched whines and moans came from the ghost below you as you treated him like a flesh light. It felt good... which is why you two still kept at it after trying over 5 positions. Yet, Mr. Crawling couldn't get enough of you. "Want more.." Mr. Crawling whispered, grabbing at the stone floor, mumbling and drooling.