I reached the castle entrance and had a seat, resting my back against the cool stone. As always, I was grateful that, while I was able to pass through material objects with a concerted effort, I certainly didn’t happen by default. It would be dreadful to always have to lie on the ground, have no back support while seated, and not to be able to touch anything at all! And what would have stopped me from falling into the earth if I were utterly insubstantial? I mused to myself, wondering, as I often did, if all inveterate dead were the same as I, or were we each different? Perhaps I would learn more from (Y/N), in time…

Since her little prank had left me in a lighter mood, I was resolved to craft some sort of fabulous, eerie sculpture out of whatever moveable objects I could find around me. I was hoping to make a dramatic reappearance for the docents and tourists. I so loved to see their reactions! Besides, I hoped to dispel the rumors I’d heard that my works were merely the product of some living imposter. Consistency over time would surely be the path to success in that regard.

But as I sat there, plumbing the depths of my mind for inspiration, all I could think on was (Y/N)! I hadn’t suspected that she would possess such a bawdy sense of humor! She really did have such a lovely laugh… I pondered what could have possibly been the cause of her murder, leaving her tied to the forest, of all places. When had it happened, such that she knew who I was by name, and not just as ‘the Viscount in Black?’

When I recognized that I had begun speculating on how she felt about me, whether she thought of me fondly, I grimaced, disgusted with myself. Had I not established that women were all trouble?!? What was the use of any of this ludicrous cogitation? Irritated, and for some reason anxious, I sprung back to my feet and took off at a fast clip to the West of the castle, away from (Y/N) and all her assorted aggravations and meddling.

Though I had no clear destination at first, as I drew near the dilapidated remains of one of the outbuildings, the sounds of the living caught my ear. I adjusted my course, curious. People in general didn’t frequent the fields, regardless of the hour. I found myself hoping that I would discover a group of those godforsaken hippies, so that I could avenge myself further on their kind!

While at first it sounded like a boisterous argument, as I approached the old, stone ruins, I realized it was an interaction of another nature entirely. I quickened my pace, excited at the opportunity to frighten another duo during intercourse! Hopefully they would be absolutely terror-stricken, and my reputation would be repaired following my recent absenteeism.

In the otherwise quiet of the night, I could hear their amatory grunts and proclamations clearly as I advanced, and I was soon able to spot the light of a dimming fire. Grinning to myself, I slipped with doubtless unnecessary stealth past the remaining masonry, so that I could get a clear view of my targets as I plotted out their scare.

However, I found myself distracted by the tableau before me. The movements of the man and woman were slow and romantic; their sweat glinted in the soft light of the burning embers. The two often kissed, and they were completely nude. It was both an erotic and loving interaction. This was no quick dalliance, as was almost always the case in my domain. They were making love, something I had never truly done.

For some reason, I felt heat suffusing my cheeks as I continued watching their coupling. When they professed their feelings for one another, gazing into each other’s eyes with adoration, I felt strangely flustered and agitated. Without a second thought, I beat a hasty retreat back the way I had come.

Once I reached the familiar safety of the gloomy castle dungeons, I was filled with shame. I hadn’t turned my back on such an opportunity since I was newly deceased! Was it a sign that I was shortly going to cross over into some nebulous great beyond? That couldn’t happen now, not after I’d just found (Y/N)!

The moment (Y/N) came to the forefront of my thoughts, I felt my cheeks burning anew. Images of the duo copulating so intimately became transposed with images of (Y/N) in my mind, and I felt a strange, stimulating urgency that I hadn’t felt in centuries. However, the passage of time did not make the feeling any less recognizable. That same hunger had driven me to foolish acts while still alive, and had, indeed, ultimately led to my demise. I was being overcome by sensual cravings.

Before I could react to that realization, a bevy of thoughts overwhelmed me. Was (Y/N) able to remove her clothes, as I was? What would she look like undressed? Would she let me watch her disrobe?

I took a deep breath, swallowed, and tried to regain my composure .But the lascivious thoughts were tenacious! What would (Y/N) look like if she were dancing underneath the trees, as she sometimes did, without her nightdress? Would my boundaries, with time, expand to overlap hers? Were the deceased able to touch one another? Were they able to engage in…

Clearing my throat, I shook my head to try and cleanse it of such rubbish. I decided to take a walk through the castle, most definitely avoiding the surrounding fields entirely. But as I stood, I felt peculiarly uncomfortable. My groin seemed to throb with some sort of compression…

Looking down my front to investigate, I squawked at what I found. Within my breeches, my prick was swollen, congested by my libidinous thoughts! Not once since I had died had my reproductive apparatus sprung to attention! Confused and frightened, I took off at a run, paying no heed to where I was going.

Women!They were nothing but trouble!What had become of me?!?

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