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In the far off distance there could still be heard the sound of parties, people talking, and the general commotion of the city. But there in the graveyard there seemed to be a veil of impenetrable silence. It was divine and sexy at the same time and no one could appreciate that more than Belladonna.

The white furred bunny gingerly made her way through the graveyard, sidestepping headstones and flower pots on her way to the very center of the place. The full moon overhead provided the perfect amount of light and set the scenery for her late night escapade into the macabre.

She was a rather attractive woman, her shaved head allowed for a curtain of bangs to hang over one eye, her perfectly applied mascara and lipstick contrasting her fur and standing out well. Fishnet gloves hugged her arms to the elbow and thigh high stockings covered her legs to the point that her short skirt took over. Her belly was held by a tightly done up corset, her perky breasts held up by the garment.

Set in the crook of her arm was a book of dark poetry that she had been making her way steadily through. She intended to finish it while staking out a spot in her favorite place of the city. She had gone through the effort of jumping a fence and meandering about, so she was going to make the most of her time there.

The rabbit paused for a moment and glanced around at her surroundings. A gentle mist had started to come in, clouding the ground in the barest amount of white and obscuring her sight a little less than a mile from where she was. She could no longer see the lights of the city, which was enough indication for her that she was in the perfect spot.

Picking a gravestone at random, she settled down on her butt with her back resting against it. She opened her book where she had marked it with a blood red strip of cloth and began to read the first poem from the top of the page. She was content with herself, silence enveloping her and the cooling autumn air causing a spooky shiver to race up her spine. She could feel goosebumps developing along her upper arms.

Minutes ticked by and she casually turned through her pages, grinding through the plethora of grisly imagery that each poem brought to her mind. She didn't quite realize it at first, but the setting of where she was and her mental state began to have a profound affect on her body. She took a deep breath and realized that she had become somewhat aroused by what she was reading. It was a particular poem that depicted an aggressive, sexual act of a ghost and a young woman in a graveyard.

Belladonna couldn't help but giggle to herself as she realized how close to her current situation it resembled. She squirmed slightly on her spot and noticed that the motion felt good. She did it again and bit her lip. Her arousal had grown enough that she had the urge to touch herself.

As her paw drifted down to her skirt, she imagined herself within the poem. As images of a ghostly figure pinning her down and fucking her swam through her mind, she steadily lifted her skirt to the point that her black panties were exposed.

She shifted her thighs apart and dipped her paw down the front of her underwear to feel over the damp lips of her cunt. She let out a steady moan that was barely audible under her breath. While she continued to read, she gingerly traced her digits up and down her slit. As the poem began to get a bit more graphic she began to concentrate her effort on her clit and was soon rubbing the erect nub in a swirling motion.

She hadn't quite realized it, but she was no longer alone. A shadow had cross her body and a figure loomed just over the gravestone that she was leaning against. Without any other sound, a devious grin flashed across the visage of the handsome incubus as he spied the masturbating girl. He waited just a few more seconds after materializing behind her to continue watching as things were clearly ramping up and becoming much more sexually charged.

"Excuse me," he began. The rabbit startled and screamed, sending her poetry book through the air several feet away. In the same motion, she yanked her paw from her panties and shoved her skirt down while jerking around to stare at the handsome wolf. She stared with wide eyes at him as he continued to speak.

"What do you think you're doing on my grave?" he asked and crossed his arms over his chest while staring down at her.

"Uhh...I...uhhh..." she stammered as she stared into his glowing eyes, her mind racing to make sense of what was occurring. Things seemed to snap back into reality all at once as her expression changed from bewilderment to anger.

"Yo, what the fuck? Are you fucking stalking me?" she growled and turned over to be on her knees and now leaning against the gravestone with her front.

"Me stalking you?" Malek laughed. "I've been here for eight years."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she continued while narrowing her eyes.

"You're on my grave," he stated again, simply. Then he unfolded his arms and held his paw out to her. "My name's Carl Mayfin, by the way." The rabbit stared down at the gesture confused and then gave a shake of her head.

"What do you mean by your grave? You aren't dead," she snapped.

"Is that so? Then my mom and dad are gunna be pretty happy about that," the incubus remarked sarcastically before withdrawing his paw and setting it into the pocket of his pants.

"Tch, if you're dead then prove it," she said angrily.

Malek quirked a brow as he continued to stare into her eyes, but after a couple moments of silence he gave a slight shrug. "Well don't take my word for it, my gravestone is right there. Read for yourself," he said and nodded for the large slab of granite in front of her.

As if remembering where she was, Belladonna looked down at the gravestone and leaned back while holding on to the marker's sides. The moon was just bright enough that she could begin to make out the etches in the stone. She squinted her eyes and moved her face a bit closer while running her fingers over the smooth edge. It didn't take her long to find the name, and as soon as she read it her eyes went wide.

It did in fact say the name Carl Mayfin, and just below it were the dates "1985 - 2010". Belladonna gaped and turned her eyes back up to the wolf. He really was a ghost. And she had just been masturbating on his grave.

A bright blush filled the rabbit's cheeks and she quickly got up to her feet. "I...I'm so sorry for disturbing y-your sleep. I'll leave, you won't have to worry about me every again," she said while backing up. "R-rest in peace."

"Wait, don't be so hasty," he chuckled and stepped around the gravestone to be a bit closer to her. "You don't know how terribly lonely it is out here. Please stay and keep me some company?" he asked while spreading his paws out in front of him, trying to be as sympathetic as he could. Belladonna was hesitant at first, but there was something strange about this ghost. Something beyond the fact that he was indeed a ghost, but she was profoundly attracted to him.

"I suppose I can. I will eventually have to go though," she replied softly and stepped back over to the grave.

Malek shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her. "Better than nothing." He sat back on his own gravestone and gazed into her eyes, the glow of his sending the rabbit's heart into a fluster of rapid beats.

Belladonna didn't know what to say right away, finding herself in such a state that she could talk to a real life ghost was itself overwhelming. She had a hundred questions to ask but she didn't know where to begin or how to start. It was then that she seemed to suddenly realize the large rack of pointed antlers on his head, a very strange sight for a wolf to have.

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