"Who would have thought one of his first tasks as the new master of Phantasma would be to banish me back to my own bedroom," Erik sat on the edge of the bed removing his sock garters and socks.

"He's the new master of Phantasma, not of this house," Christine crawled up behind her husband. She slid her hands down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt. "You were glad to have a reason to no longer feel like the guest in your own house."

"And why shouldn't I?" He pushed his suspenders down as he turned his head and nuzzled into his wife's neck. "If I had known Rose's visits would have been this frequent, I would have given up the illusion of propriety long ago and just let Rose have her own room; especially when she is visiting him alone in the workshop." Erik took his wife's hands into his as they sat at his waist, "Our evenings in here are where we get to spend the most time together during the summer season. And with all her visits and then my being ill…"

"It's over now, Angel," She kissed his deformed cheek.

"Maybe if we had more time in here to talk, we, or I, would have come to a decision about retirement without have to be pushed."

"Are you sure?" She removed her hands from his and undid one of his sleeve garters. "Besides, as I said, it's over now."

"But not the music of the night," The Angel of Music turned his body so he could catch his wife in his arms. He lowered her onto the bed enchanting her with his old familiar song.

Christine's eyes closed as her breaths became shallow, "How long has it been since you've sung me to sleep?"

"Sleep?" The Phantom cut himself off mid verse. "Oh, Angel I do not believe sleeping is what you had on your mind wearing this chiffon nightgown," He raised his fingers to her throat and gently caressed it before trailing them down the gown's V neckline.

"This old thing?" The Diva arched her chest up, "It's as old as Arthur. I'm surprised it still even fits. You have to notice how tight it is."

"I notice the overflow of your ample breasts," He pinched her peaked nipples through the cream chiffon. "I suspect you wore it for a reason regardless of how you think it fits. You knew I'd be back in here tonight…" He placed light kisses on her cleavage line.

The Diva moaned lightly in response to the double stimulation of her breasts.

Erik pinched her nipples harder as he lifted his lips to her ear and returned to singing right where he left off.

However, voices, which thought they were whispering, were heard beyond their closed door. In response The Angel of Music stopped singing again.

"Oh Goose! I am so glad to see you! I think your house is haunted!" Rose ran up to her fiancée as soon as he reached the landing of the stairs, throwing her arms around him.

"It's okay," he returned her embrace. "It was probably just the wind with these odd windows, but what did you hear?"

"The wind doesn't sing. It was soft singing. If it was any closer it could have put me in a trance," Rose pulled her fiancée tighter to her. "Only a ghost could sing like that."

"You've been here all summer, why would you only now hear a ghost?" Charlotte walked up the stairs.

"Charlotte? I thought you already went in?" Gustave turned to his sister. "You said good night to me on the porch."

"I did, I went and got something to eat from the pantry," She held up a small basket filled with some fruit and cheese. "I was out all afternoon and missed dinner."

"You shouldn't be sneaking food out of the pantry," The Oldest brother frowned at his sister.

"Why do you care? You do your own type of sneaking."

The Young Master let go of his Bride-To-Be and turned to his sister, "As the new master of Phantasma, it is my duty to care about these things."

"Goose! That is uncalled for!" Rose placed her hands on her hips. "And there are more pressing issues, like the ghost! How am I to sleep tonight?"

Mr. Y stood, his back pressed against their bedroom door, listening to these conversations. An evil grin splayed on to his lips as he used his old trick to throw his voice, "You maybe be the new master of Phantasma but I am still master of this house! Now all of you, off to your individual bedrooms. The master of the house will see you all at breakfast in the morning."

"Was that the ghost?" Charlotte pushed past the lovers. "Because if so, that's just Dada."

"She is right, my love but come I will walk you to your room," Gustave held his fiancée's hand tight as they made it down the hall.

Christine giggled as she walked up to her husband, "You enjoyed that just a little too much. Do I dare say more than what was on your mind before hand?"

The Master of the House's grin turned to a frown, "What was I supposed to do? Let our children argue outside our door all night? It was distracting me…I was losing my erection and it was barely there."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Christine pushed herself into her husband, "That's rather queer to hear coming from the man who had no qualms ravishing me several times as one of those children suckled at my breast or another one laid on the floor in front of us."

"I was younger then, Angel, and those kids..."

"One of those was only five years ago," Her large doe eyes held him whole. "Just because you are retiring, doesn't mean you have to start acting like an old impotent man. I didn't squeeze into this nightgown for nothing, Mister Y," Christine sank down to her knees.

She smiled as she unbuttoned the fly of her husband's pants and freed his flaccid cock from it and his drawers. She traced opening of his foreskin lightly with the tip of her tongue a few times before placing her lips completely over the tip and sucked. She looked up and caught the sight of Erik taking a deep breath, his unbuttoned shirt exposing his rib cage. The Diva moved forward, taking more of his length into her mouth, running her tongue around the bottom of his shaft.

"Ah, Christine…my Christine…" Erik sighed releasing his breath.

She pulled her mouth forward again, guiding her saliva over his member. She now felt his foreskin pulling back so she refocused her tongue on his head.

"Christine…" He hissed raising his hands and digging them into her hair. "Harder."

She sucked firmer moving back and forth faster, his growing girth taking up more and more of her mouth. It had been some time since she had held him this way and forgotten how full he could be here. Not that it bothered her much, his years of rigorous voice lessons had left her jaw strong.

He withdrew causing a popping sound, "Enough," he said breathless. He yanked his wife up but her upper arm and pulled her back to their bed. He pushed her down face first and pushed her nightgown up.

Christine whimpered but smiled into the mattress. She then turned her head to the side so she could look up at her Angel as she spread her legs for him. His eyes were dark, his eyebrow furrowed as he mounted her. Mr. Y held the base of his cock with his hand, tracing her damp womanhood with it a few times before pushing it all the way in, letting out a loud groan. Christine moaned constricting around him and he pushed hard and fast inside her.

The Phantom put his large hands over hers, not allowing her to move as he felt her on the verge of her release. However, his body convulsed as he stole his release, before collapsing on top of her.

"Don't stop, Erik, don't…" She moaned doing her best to dig her nails into the bed.

She felt a leering grin on his lips as they touched her ear, "Don't ever call me impotent again."