Coal moves swiftly through the darkened hall. His full heaving breasts bouncing in rythymn to his steps. He arrives at an arched hallway, one which he remembers well. It is the main corridor the boys took to go to thier dorm rooms on the first day of school. Now he returns down it, altered and no longer the young verile man he once was. He remembers countless times the headmasters warning that these are the halls the spirits of old protect. Coal will be hard pressed to sneak by the supernatural.
Coal pushes his boiling body up against the cold stone wall and begins to slink along it, staying within the shadows. It is not long before he notices a ghostly apparition hovering back and forth along the halls far end.
"Damn! How will I get through now..." Coal searches his thoughts, remembering that demons occasionally are given powers over spirits and the dead, perhaps his new form....
"Halt! In the name of octavian the 3rd, identify yourself....you should not be walking the grounds at night young man" The sentry stops his hovering and turns to face Coal as he approaches. The sentry looks like a roman gladiator of old, wearing the slightest of leather, his whispy ghostlike aura hinting to the strong muscular man he may have been in his mortal life. Coal keeps walking, and slowly undresses, slipping the robes off his body and exposing his red flesh to the cool breeze of the night.
"You...you are not a student here....who are you?" asks the spirit in disbelief. Coals beauty forces even the spiritual warrior to momentarily let down his guard.
"I don't know, see, i'm lost here, and I need a spirit guide to show me how to find my way." Coal speaks in a rich haunting voice, and the ghostly form wavers as the words penetrate. "You seem extreemly 'well equiped' to help me, perhaps we can make an arrangement."
Coal approaches the spirit and moves his soft hand to touch its powerful chest. The ghost drops its spear and raises its chiling hands to hold Coals bare shoulders.
"I...I am...at your service, lady of the night." Coal reaches to where the mans head shifts in ethereal mist, and stares at him fondly.
"You were once a brave warrior, I can see that. No one to match your skill. I see reverie like none could imagine, wine, women..."
"Yes, my lady, yes...that was my mortal life..." The ghastly figure is knelt now, head tilted and eyes closed listening to the teasing words of the succubus.
"Think of those times, the women you had....imagine them again, the pleasure...think deeply...reflect, upon all of them." Coal sent a wave of pleasure through the ghostly guard that replaced a 1000 years of wandering. The spirit not only sensed all he had felt in his mortal flesh, but Coal amplified it to inhuman extreemes.
The spirits last howling moans the cries of pure euphoric joy, before it vanished into nothing.
"What have I done..." Coal looks at himself, and a smile cracks the side of his full wet lips. Then composure seizes him again, and he moves to the end of the hall, leaving behind his robes.