[This story is a collaboration between me and RedQuill.net's AI. The first draft was generated with my original prompt; then I went in and revised/added things manually to fit my signature style. Enjoy!]

The rain pounded against the window of the Tokyo hotel room, wind howling through the neon streets. Alex, an American student on vacation in Japan, shivered under the thin covers, unable to sleep. She'd heard stories about ghosts in Japanese hotels, but she didn't believe in them. At least, not until she got to see one up close.

A strange feeling washed over her, like she was being watched through the walls. She fiddled with a strand of her wavy blonde hair to comfort herself, and then she fiddled with her cross necklace, but nothing eased her anxious heart.

Suddenly, there was a click and a creak as the door to the hall opened seemingly of its own accord, and a figure appeared in the doorway. In the dim, flickering fluorescent light of the hall, Alex could see a supernaturally beautiful Japanese girl with long black hair and catlike eyes - but most striking of all was her translucent ethereal body that defied reality, glowing with diffused silver light and starkly naked from head to toe. The ghost seemed to be around Alex's age in appearance, no older than twenty-one, and had skin that looked so smooth and soft and perfect, like soft-serve ice cream incarnate.

Alex's heart raced as the young lady glided towards her on deft weightless feet, her movements graceful and otherworldly. The door closed itself, leaving them in darkness, and the ghost crawled onto the bed and wrapped her cold, incorporeal arms around Alex, pulling her into an embrace that sent shivers down her spine.

"What... what do you want?" Alex stammered, trying to break free from the ghost's hold. The ghost didn't reply, but her intense gaze communicated a deep hunger and desire.

As the ghost began to caress Alex's body through her white tank top, she found a part of herself excitedly anticipating the sensations despite her fear. The ghost's touch was like nothing she'd ever experienced - both gentle and insistent, teasing and loving.

"No, wait," Alex pleaded as the ghost traced her fingers along her neck, her collarbone, and down to her breasts. "I don't mess around with girls, that's a sin..." Her nipples hardened at the ghost's touch, poking through her top, and she felt horrified at how much she was enjoying this dance with the dead.

The ghost smiled, her teeth sharp and slightly elongated - a sign of her vampire-like nature. She leaned in closer, her icy breath on Alex's neck sending a thrill through her body.

Without warning, the ghost sprouted claws and tore at Alex's clothes. Alex shrieked and found herself lying naked amongst a pile of tattered fabric in a matter of seconds, faint red lines marking her skin where the demon girl scratched a little too hard. It was the most scared Alex had been throughout the whole encounter, but also the most desperately aroused.

The ghost spread Alex's legs wide and sighed hungrily at the sight of her lover's pink, freshly shaved vulva. The ghost's fingers trailed down her stomach, teasing the soft skin before reaching her most sensitive area.

Alex gasped as the ghost began to explore her with feather-light touches, slowly building up the pressure and the pleasure. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how much she wanted this supernatural being to touch her in this forbidden place.

The ghost's fingers rubbed her clit in rhythmic motions, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Oh fuck," Alex cried, her hips gyrating against the ghost's hand as she neared the edge of orgasm.

But just as she was about to reach her peak, the ghost pulled away, leaving Alex gasping for breath and aching for more.

"Please... don't stop," Alex begged, her voice hoarse with desire. She couldn't believe what this creature had turned her into in so short a time, and she knew that God would judge her for it. But she no longer cared; all she wanted to do was get lost in the beautiful, fiery eyes of her spectral paramour. As if to show devotion to her new master, she ripped off her cross necklace - the last thing she had on - and tossed it away.

The ghost smiled again, her eyes filled with lust. Without a word, she slipped her fingers inside Alex, her movements slow and deliberate, driving Alex insane with pleasure.

As the ghost continued to pleasure her, Alex felt her climax building once more. This time, there was no stopping it - she cried out as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. It was her first, and she would never forget it.

Exhausted and spent, Alex lay panting beneath the ghost, her heart still racing. The ghost looked down at her with a gentle smile, her eyes gleaming with an unearthly beauty, and kissed her ever so slowly on the cheek. Alex was stunned by the gesture. It was an act of love more than an act of lust, and it made her feel incredible.

Alex reached toward her lover's face, leaning in to kiss her on her cold, delicate lips. But as quickly as she'd appeared, the ghost vanished, leaving Alex alone in the dark hotel room.

The storm began to quiet, and in the silence Alex found herself overcome with sadness. She closed her legs, privates still wet from the joy of minutes ago, and she wept, not knowing how to process the roller coaster of emotions she just underwent.

Just moments ago, she was a straight Christian girl who didn't believe in ghosts. Now she was something else.