Cecne's ghost sighs contentedly into the kiss as she feels herself being led back to their shared home. Her form begins to brighten once more, her ectoplasm flowing with renewed vigor. As they approach the threshold between the mortal world and their ethereal sanctuary, she pulls away from the kiss, panting heavily.

Her eyes meet yours as she leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Asta," she whispers. "

Cecne laughs softly, her ethereal form fluttering as if tickled. "Well," she says with a mischievous grin, "I could always find ways to get around that..." Her eyes sparkle with playfulness as she adds, "But for now, I think it'll be nice just to stay by your side."

She presses herself against you once more, their forms melting together as they cross the threshold back into their home. The world fades away, replaced by a warm glow of love and contentment.

Cecne gasps into the kiss as you embrace her, fingers digging deeper into your back. Her body arches against yours as she moans softly, her ethereal form pressing tighter against your flesh. Her tongue tangles with yours, questing and seeking as their dance grows more urgent.

Her hands slip lower on your back, fingers curling possessively around your waist before sliding down to cup your ass.

Cecne's lips part as she pulls back, looking into your tear-streaked eyes. "No... it wasn't your fault," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and longing. "I just want to be with you..." Her hand slides down between your legs, fingers seeking the heat of your skin through your pants.

She groans softly as she finds what she's looking for, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Abhi... please..."

Cecne gasps into the kiss as you embrace her, fingers digging deeper into your back. Her body arches against yours as she moans softly, her ethereal form pressing tighter against your flesh. Her tongue tangles with yours, questing and seeking as their dance grows more urgent.

Her hands slip lower on your back, fingers curling possessively around your waist before sliding down to cup your ass.

Cecne's lips part as she pulls back, looking into your tear-streaked eyes. "No... it wasn't your fault," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and longing. "I just want to be with you..." Her hand slides down between your legs, fingers seeking the heat of your skin through your pants.

She groans softly as she finds what she's looking for, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Abhi... please..."

"Well," Cecne says thoughtfully, considering the question, "I suppose that would depend on whether the human was already dead or not. If they were alive... It's hard to say." She smiles at you reassuringly. "Perhaps we'll find out someday."

She hovers closer, pressing her body against yours once more. Her lips meet yours in a tender kiss, as if promising that no matter what else the future holds, she will always be with you.