Patron Reward: Nyx's Haunted Hoard (Patreon)

A return guest in a patron story! Nyx the buff little goblin comes back looking for more quick cash. Leads to a spookier and sexier adventure than she had planned on.

Nyx arrived at the old Furlon Manner. It was a lonely place a short walk away from the main village, but few people ever dared to head out there. Some said it was a hideout for bandits, but more assumed it was just plain haunted.

Nyx wasn’t as concerned with those rumors. What had really caught her interest was that there was supposedly treasure stashed away somewhere inside. The stocky little goblin babe wasn’t one to bother with adventuring; it was too much work, even if she was stronger and tougher than most other goblins. She was always on the lookout for an easy score, and locally buried treasure sounded like the perfect fit.

The freckled shortstack shoved the heavy, creaking door open and stepped inside the dusty old home.

“Damn. No wonder this place never got bought. It’s a real shithole,” Nyx noted out loud.

She stepped inside and shut the door behind her, not looking to draw any extra attention from nosy adventures or overly concerned town guards. She went prodding around the main hall, kicking at floorboards and nudging peeling paintings. She figured one of them had to be a trap door or secret lever or something.

“Come on. How do those adventurers do this all the time?” Nyx complained.

She went over to a bookshelf and gave it a firm kick. The impressively strong shortstack rattled the rickety old thing before it slowly toppled over. It crashed noisily as it broke into pieces on the floor, making the goblin wince and her ears fold in slightly. At first the noise echoed, but soon she picked up on even further rumblings deeper in the house.

There was a sudden rush of chilled air as the floorboards rattled. Spectral, blue-skinned figures burst out of the rotted old floors and raced through the air overhead. They slowed to hover just above Nyx, the unmistakably grim and slightly distorted features of a pack of a half-dozen ghosts.

“Whoooo dares?” one of the dead men groaned as he leaned in closer to the one living thing inside their manor.

Nyx suddenly socked the ghost in the face. He snapped back in surprise, his eyes wide as he rubbed his swollen nose.

“Ow!”

“Watch it, wiseguy! I ain’t decked a dead guy before, but that ain’t gonna stop me!” Nyx insisted.

She put up her dukes to show she wasn’t afraid to do it again. The ghosts backed off and shared glances.

“So you can actually touch us,” one of them pondered out loud.

“I can’t remember the last time we caught someone who could,” another specter added as they started to float to the ground.

The ghosts started standing (approximately) on the floor. Their little tasseled wisps of lower bodies formed into proper legs, if still a little translucent.

“So you’re saying I’m special or something?” Nyx asked warily.

Her expression softened but her fists still stayed up just in case.

“We pass through most living things. Every now and then, there’s someone with the right… let’s call it a wavelength that resonates with us and can actually touch a ghost. It’s… honestly a surprise”

Nyx raised her eyebrows as she lowered her fists. “Well that must suck for you guys,” she admitted, looking over the puzzled ghosts.

“It does,” a more heavily-built one agreed.

“Cuz I’d go nuts if I couldn’t touch stuff, let alone people. Cuz you know the first thing I’d wanna do…?”

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“WOO! Fuck yes!” Nyx cheered as she was lifted into the air.

The fact that she was flying was an afterthought, really. There were enough potions and other creatures that could do that, so it wasn’t a particularly shocking experience. She was much more invested in the fact that six ghosts were running a train on her, using her unique gift to fuck her in every hole possible.

She was quickly stripped naked by the many eager spectral hands. One ghost held her up in front of himself, skewering a thick cock up her ass. Nyx’s eyes went wide and she squealed with delight, her large ears perking up as her eyes went wide.

She had barely gotten used to his insertion when the others descended on her. Technically ascending as they flew up to her and starting groping or grinding on anything they could. Nyx happily opened up her mouth and gave a muffled grunt as the two spectral dicks shoved into her mouth.

The goblin smiled and let out a low giggle at the strange sensation. Her cheeks bulged as she ran her tongue over the cocks, but the spirits were still only semi-corporeal. There was a strange but not unpleasant tingle inside her as some of the harder thrusts pushed through the back of her head, bluish dicks popping in and out of her head without her even noticing. She was much too enraptured in the assorted human dicks pumping into her.

Another floated in front of her and stuffed his phantasmal cock up her pussy. It slid in with the same unique mix of pleasure, cold and passing right through the goblin’s flesh,

“Mmm! Not to sound like a creep, but you dead boys know how to please a lady!” Nyx chirped out happily.

“No offense taken!” one of the burly spectres assured her from behind, still plowing the goblin’s meaty ass cheeks.

“I have to say, this is the best pussy I’ve had since I was alive. ONLY pussy I’ve had since then, but still” the ghost in front of her groaned.

The muscular and semi-translucent man pumped into her, making Nyx moan and twitch with every hump. His cock was huge and normally it would be too big for her. It had never stopped the green shortstack before, but it was even less of an issue now. She could feel his thick man meat inside her, and anything that reached too far didn’t stretch her out. Instead it just phased through the edges of her pussy, which sent a unique tingling chill through her nerves that was driving her wild.

Nyx just moaned and drooled as she floated in between the handsy specters. She cupped the balls of the two in her mouth as she slurped and drew her head back. She was starting to really enjoy the semi-corporeal gangbang; all the pleasure with none of the gag reflex.

“You boys sure know how to haunt a pussy,” she purred before planting a few firm, wet kisses to the cocks waiting for her.

She slid a dick back into her mouth, moaning noisily to make her mouth vibrate around it. She reached out and took the remaining two to jerk them off, guiding them closer to her floating body. Her holes were all busy, but she could still pump them firmly enough that the cocks slapped wetly against her tits. They were already leaking some ectoplasmic jizz, leaving bluish-white cum running down her chest.

“Oh you boys’ve been pent up for a long time, haven’t ya?” Nyx purred between throaty gulps of ghost dick.

She rolled her hips rhythmically, riding the undead men hard as she rubbed her overstuffed ass and pussy on them. Her cheeks clapped together noisily as she humped with reckless abandon. They seemed able to lift and please her while incapable of hurting her, so she could get even wilder than usual.

She squeaked in delight as she felt herself suddenly turned around, floating between them while shifted to let her tits and limbs hang beneath her. The strong spirits manhandled the shortstack easily as they shuffled around, stuffing their cocks back into her holes. Nyx moaned loudly as she was spitroasted by the spooky boys, their firm thrusts making her curves jiggle and her firm but hanging breasts slap together. Her freckled skin sprouted a few aroused goosebumps as the gentle pull of gravity made her body tug slightly and constantly against the suspending hands and cocks.

While the three filled her orifices with their spectral dickings, Nyx watched as one floated underneath her. He slid his thick meat between her tits, the dangling orbs making them easy for him to titfuck her hanging udders. She let out her own throaty groan that nearly matched the droning noises of the spirits as he pulled and played with her tits. Her pussy juice squished as they pumped inside her, only to drip out onto the floor. It seemed her warming up orgasm passed through them just as easily as the rest of her when the ghosts weren’t actively trying to hold onto her.

The ghosts desperately fucked any hole they could, and that led to a particularly surprising bit of penetration. Nyx gasped softly as the ghost humping her tits grabbed one of them and thrust his phantom dick into her nipple. The chilly tease felt especially intense as she shut her eyes and moaned as he passed through her while leaving the pleasant chill in his wake. Her mouth gawked open and drooled around her mouthful of cock as he remained just incorporeal enough to enjoy himself and bounce her tits around while only technically penetrating her.

“Mm! Yea! Give it to me, you floaty fuckers. I always wanted to help some ghosts bust!” Nyx grunted lustily.

She was pleased to find that the ghostly cock in her mouth was easily talked around with their strange and spooky physics she couldn’t be bothered to understand.

“You mean you wanted to bust a ghost?” one of them pried breathlessly, sounding close to finishing and winded despite his lack of air.

“I know what I said. Now you boys hurry up and finish before I get tired of waitin’. I’ll reach into those blue balls of yours and get that cum out myself if I need to!”

The dirty talk fired up the phantoms as they fucked every hole she had and even seemed to simulate some new ones as their cocks shoved through her mortal flesh without disturbing it beyond the tickling pleasure. Her chubby legs spread wide and she bent over as best she could to give them free reign over her body, moaning and leaking her own juices while their ectoplasmic jizz started to join the mix.

Nyx gasped as the first one pulled out of her mouth and shot his load over her face. The pent up and ghostly goop splattered all over her mouth and tits, gasping at how surprisingly warm it was. The supernatural gangbang continued as the other ghosts followed his lead, blasting jizz over and inside her. The blue-white goop clung to her skin and made her shiver, slurping up any of it that came close enough to her face for her to gulp down. The one inside her tits couldn’t shoot his load from there, but as he pulled out it instantly sprayed out to coat her tits as much as her ass and pussy were filled with their ectoplasm.

“Man oh damn. That’s the good shit,” Nyx said proudly.

She stretched out comfortably as the ghosts eased her back to her feet. They were starting to look a bit paler and more translucent than they were when they first arrived.

“Hey, boo brothers? You boys doing okay?” Nyx pried as she picked up on their recent changes.

“Yes, of course,” one of them muttered.

He yawned as his thick undead dick dripped a little more of his ectoplasmic cum.

“Just feeling a bit tired. Finally…” another one added.

“I haven’t felt this drained in a century,” a third added with a bit of pride. He stretched his arms out and yawned deeply.

“You really did the trick. Finally we can rest in peace,” he sighed serenely.

“You mean like… heaven and shit?” Nyx asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, no! Just tired in a literal sense. I could go for a good long rest myself,” one of the hung ghosts assured her.

“Ah. Well, whatever. It was a blast either way. Remind me to let you guys be my pussy poltergeists again sometime.”

The specters nodded and waved a weary farewell as they phased back through the floorboards. Nyx waited a moment and looked around to ensure they were actually gone. Her eyes tracked where they had gone through the floor, stepping over to it and thumping her bare foot on the wood. It came back with a dense thud, but with a bit more poking and pounding, she heard a much emptier sound come back on a certain spot.

“Bingo!” she cried as she grabbed a floorboard and tore it up with her bare hands.

Her eyes lit up as she found just what she was looking for. With the ghosts out of her way (and a quick little orgy for her own amusement), the treasure was all hers. Heaps of lost gold and jewels were stuffed into a small chest in the dead drop’s stash.

“Whoever says fuckin’ ghosts won’t get you anywhere’s a dumbass liar,” she chuckled to herself.

She stuffed the treasure back into its box and slung it over her shoulder as she proudly carried it back to town.