Charming Resurrection for the Kingsley Ghost
Copyright© 2026 by DrawiAfterDark
Chapter 6
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Heartbroken and betrayed, Emily flees to the quiet town of Silverwick, searching for a clean slate. But her escape takes a dark, intoxicating turn when she encounters an ancient spirit trapped within the shadows of ancient Kingsley Apartment. Bound by a centuries-old curse, he has been waiting, only for her, to break his eternal slumber. Can Emily revive the Kingsley Ghost, or will she lose her own heart to the shadows?
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale High Fantasy Horror Paranormal Ghost Magic Rough Cream Pie First Squirting Halloween AI Generated
Ever since learning of her pregnancy, combined with the imminent threat of the witch Scarlett Davenport, Emily had been urged by her wealthy lover to quit her job at the convenience store chain altogether. She was restricted from going outside as much as possible. In particular, Marcus brought in a whole team of skilled nannies just to care for her from head to toe. Lately, he seemed quite busy, making only brief appearances now and then, yet his attentiveness and pampering multiplied exponentially every time he laid eyes on her and her increasingly noticeable small baby bump.
- Madam, there seems to be an event ahead causing a traffic jam. May we step out and walk through the park to get home? While we are at it, we can let the little master inside your belly breathe a bit of fresh air...
Feeling a touch of joy that her new status had been automatically acknowledged by the Kingsley household servants, Emily offered a gentle, kindly smile, delicately reaching out to take the nanny’s supporting hand as she stepped out of the car.
Today, she had coaxed and begged Marcus for permission to go to the supermarket to shop for the baby. Even though he mentioned he had already prepared every single item imaginable, she still wanted to go. The primary objective was to enjoy a bit of social atmosphere after a long stretch of days “confined” inside the suffocating mansion.
Ever since learning she was pregnant, he had immediately arranged to renovate the main estate in eastern Silverwick, bringing her and the baby over for better care. Marcus insisted the old apartment was only suitable for newlyweds, whereas the main manor was a sanctuary reserved for family. He was truly a thoughtful man.
- The master pampers you far too much, Madam. He always seems terrified that you might tire yourself out. Before we stepped out today, he gave myself and the bodyguards accompanying us endless instructions regarding the care items we needed to bring along...
- He is overthinking things again. The miserable morning sickness phase has passed; I am no longer so fragile that I pass out at the slightest push like I used to...
As they were busy chatting, a noisy crowd suddenly rushed over from afar. Today marked the 500th anniversary of Silverwick town’s founding, so everyone around was eagerly organizing parades and exuberant celebrations. This was also the reason Emily had begged to come out and see it no matter what; she could not miss a festive occasion that occurred only once in a century.
- Madam, please be careful. Why did this group choose to parade through the park at noon? Madam ... Madam???
The nanny’s voice quickly shifted from concern to panic. The group of them was abruptly and swiftly enveloped by the crowd. The sheer volume of people and oversized parade props instantly swept the two accompanying bodyguards away, as though it had been precisely targeted and prepared in advance. Within just a few minutes, Emily’s figure vanished completely as the procession moved past.
- Quickly!!! Call the master and the main estate right now ... The Madam has been kidnapped!!!
Emily discovered to her horror that several people in the parade crowd had seized the opportunity to surge forward, lifting her into the air amidst the chaos, pressing a cloth soaked in chloroform over her face, and whisking her away from her servants. Now, sitting before her was none other than Julian, the man who had considered himself her friend not long ago.
- Are you awake already? I haven’t seen you at the store lately, so I thought you had forgotten all about me.
- Julian, why are you here? And why are you...
- Oh, it seems the chloroform I gave to those henchmen was of much worse quality than I imagined. It’s only been an hour, and you’re already awake? - The scammer’s deeply sunken, bloodshot eyes flashed with a few murderous glints mixed with ravenous greed - Seeing you like this makes me even more excited. My master will surely be very pleased. As for that fetus in your belly, she is eager to pull it out and chop it into pieces. As for you ... hehe ... will you allow me to enjoy myself a little first? A beauty lovely enough to make Marcus Kingsley, that once-haughty nobleman, fall hopelessly head over heels ... I would be a fool not to take a taste, wouldn’t I?
- You bastard...
Her entire body trembled softy as she watched that fake mask get stripped away completely. Although she had heeded Marcus’s warnings - deleting contacts and avoiding direct interactions - she had ultimately been captured by this henchman disguised as a merchant. Currently, the two of them were inside his beat-up black sedan. After taking her from his subordinates, he had stuffed her in here and was now on the road leaving Silverwick.
Previously, after texting as usual without receiving a reply, he had gone directly to Mrs. Vance’s store to look for her multiple times. He trailed and inquired persistently until members of the Kingsley household stepped in to confront him.
On legal grounds, Marcus could not easily act against him without sufficient convincing evidence; he still appeared to be merely an ordinary man who happened to be smitten, attempting to salvage his courtship of a female store clerk. But clearly, today’s kidnapping and his outright confession exposed everything. He truly harbored malicious intent to harm her, and above all, he had confirmed himself to be the witch’s henchman. Both of them wanted to bury her and her child in the most atrocious manner.
- You had better stop struggling. That rich guy cannot chase us all the way out here. And even if he does arrive, by then, you and your child will have passed away long ago. It is a terrible shame for such a beautiful girl, but my condolences - who told you to be the love rival of that crazy old woman of the Davenport house?
- Are you that old hag’s dog as well? Go back and tell her this: “Go rot in hell, you withered old hag!!!”
Without giving Julian time to react, Emily pulled the bright pink pearl - the defensive item Marcus had given her earlier - from her pocket and threw it straight between the driver’s seat and the scammer.
A loud explosion erupted, followed by thick smoke rapidly engulfing the vehicle’s interior. Blended within the chaos was Julian’s enraged roar; he seemed to have suffered non-trivial injuries. The entire cabin swiftly lost direction, causing the car to spin and swerve wildly along the deserted forest road.
CRASH!!!
The sedan, following the madman’s desperate struggle to maintain balance, slammed its brakes violently and crashed hard into a roadside tree trunk. The front of the car crumpled, but thanks to timely handling, the occupant inside remained safe. Capitalizing on the chaos, Emily reacted quickly, breaking free from her seatbelt, pulling the door lock latch, and dashing outside.
- You bitch!!! Come back here right now!!!
Ignoring Julian as he groaned in pain, struggled to crawl outside, and clumsily gave chase, she summoned all her strength, clutching her belly to protect the child within, and ran as fast as she could back toward town. The only thought in Emily’s mind right now was how to escape back to the man who had always protected her with all his might and cherished her as his most beloved person.
- PURSUE HER IMMEDIATELY!!! Don’t let that bitch escape. Kill her!!! Kill her this instant!!!
Glancing back toward the origin of that screeching, rage-filled voice, Emily caught a faint glimpse of a pale blue-white shadow rising from Julian’s slightly hunched back. It was the phantom of the witch Scarlett Davenport, who possessed his body and had established a symbiotic covenant of action with him. She was currently hysterical to the extreme after letting her prey escape at the eleventh hour. Hunted by two madmen at once, Emily’s former nightmare had become reality. Her breath grew increasingly ragged as she ran, propelled by surging terror. What could she do? If they caught her, both she and her unborn child would die. A low-hanging roadside branch suddenly darted out - all of the witch’s dark magic had been channeled into this single obstacle.
- EMILY!!! Thank God, I found you!!!
Just as she squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of being tripped and falling, Emily’s body was abruptly scooped up by a familiar, secure pair of arms that rushed forward, carefully catching her and holding her tight against his chest.
His firm chest, filled with the fresh scent of mint, was so close. She greedily clung to him, inhaling deeply into her lungs to regain her composure. He had arrived. Her man had come in the nick of time to rescue them.
Marcus, along with four cars filled with Kingsley household bodyguards, had tracked the location of the pearl beside Emily, quickly pursuing and successfully apprehending Julian along with the dark spirit attached to him.
- Marcus, you have finally regained your physical body. I have been waiting for you forever. Did you come here to reunite with me? Come, kill that whore and hand her over to me. I still possess enough magic to resurrect just like you did. Using her body, we can live together happily forever. Right?