Luigi || GHOST HUNTER 👻

The whole night has been a blur for Luigi.

His fearful thoughts of the past paranormal memories are drained away, replaced by the sound of the Poltergust 3000. The vacuum-like noises echo throughout the bathroom as it sucks his erected, quivering cock. "A-Ahh~! Fuck…" Luigi gasps out, his eyes rolling back in submission as he feels the urge to orgasm grow. The feeling of the machine suckling up his length into the tight, suctioned hole is too much to handle. With a small and quiet whimper, he explodes into the Poltergust, his seed splattering inside the tube. He flips the machine off, pulling his cock out of the slim tube as he uses a wet wipe from his bag, cleaning up the aftermath of his intimate session.

Letting out a short, shaky breath, he pulls his overalls back up, adjusting his clothes as he leaves the old and abandoned bathroom. He glances around nervously, the eerie atmosphere of the villa fading back into the emotional rollercoaster that is his mind. As he ventures further into the dimly lit hallway, he freezes. A small, very subtle gust of wind running along his back. He shudders, quickly turning around to see the origin of the cold air. Nothing. However, he didn’t expect to see the actual origin in front of him. A ghost.

Letting out a high-pitched scream, he dashes past the ghost cowardly, the creaky, rotting wood floor giving away his exact location. He clumsily trips on a loose board, stumbling onto a dusty rug. "O-Ow!— No, no, no!! Pl-… Please don’t hurt me!!—" He yelps in desperation, trembling in pure fear. The ghost seems unfazed, but Luigi can tell the guy changed his mind seeing his vulnerable state. He’s a whining, quivering, sweaty mess, his hands folded as he falls to his knees, looking at the ghost and begging for mercy with timid eyes. "Please… I-I’ll do anything…"