Content Warnings: Please heed these content warnings. A woman gets taken by shadows in the night; non-consent, unable to move, supernatural beings, forced pleasure.
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Terrified of Monsters
Eyes wide, listening. There it is. I knew I heard it. The stairs are creaking. I’m staring at the old-fashioned red digital display of the clock by my bed. Who could it be? I’m alone. A minute passes. Two. There’s nothing. I know no-one’s there. I’m being ridiculous. Yes, it’s been years since I was last here, and yes it’s strange to be back. I had forgotten the peculiarities of this old house; the familiar clanking of the pipes when the heating starts. The chill around the edges of the windows that the warmth never chases away, even in summer. How frost forms on the insides of them in the winter.
Oh, god, that creak again. I’m listening so hard now, the silence in the room seems loud, rushing, thudding.
Calm down. Breathe.
It’s just my blood pumping around my body that I’m hearing, no wonder with my heart beating so hard in my chest. Even the light in here is eerie, tainted red from the LED display of my clock.
I’m cold in my bed, this narrow bed that’s so familiar. The sheets are white cotton, smooth and chill. The blankets are woollen, the quilt knitted patchwork, colours dulled by time, moth-eaten and fraying. I’m swaddled, the sheet is tucked tightly around me. I burrow deeper chasing warmth, but it leeches out of me. I know soon, my own body heat will equalise the chill. Soon, I’ll be comfortable, warm. But for now…
Fuck was that?
Something tapping at the window. Scratching the glass. It’s so loud. It’s too loud, screeching, scraping. I squeeze my eyes shut, struggle my arms out from under the covers and clap my hands over my ears. And some part of me is watching all of this. Is amused. This childlike reaction.
“Terrified of monsters,” that part of me jeers. Tears prick my closed eyes, I’m daunted by my own unkindness.
Fuck’s sake. Pull yourself together.
Yes, gods I want to.
I force my body to relax. Force muscles to untense. But it won’t work, the bed is too cold. I’m too damned scared.
Oh fuck. Oh dear god. I’m naked. The sheets are glacial beneath me, sucking all of my warmth away. My nipples hurt. They are hard against the stiff cotton, it rubs with my breath. Uncomfortable, chafing.
A rush of air on my cheek. I scream, but all that comes from my mouth is a terrified breathy attempt at noise. That smell. Like freshly kicked up Autumn leaves lying on the floor of a forest. My eyes fly open. There’s nothing there. No-one.
What the …?
No. I don’t want to look.
Please.
Please, don’t.
My head‘s turning, I can’t stop it.
My eyes turn to the window, my mind clamouring in fear. I can hear my own heart thumping in my chest. My stomach is clenching, body taut with fear. I’m fighting to control myself, but I’m failing.
My Reflection
The reflection in the window, it’s just me. I sag with relief. What the fuck did I expect? I see me smiling at myself, my expression reassuring.
Only, fuck.
I’m not smiling.
Hot tears of terror on my cheeks. I close my eyes, block out my reflection, turn my head away.
My body won’t obey. My eyes won’t close.
The me in the window stares back at me, she’s gleeful. Her mouth opens, she speaks. There’s no sound, but I hear her. Loud in the silence of my thudding fear.
“You cannot move.”
She’s right. My body is not my own. My hands are still clamped to my head, blocking sound, and I cannot move them. I try, but the message doesn’t reach my muscles.
Again that breath on my cheek, cool autumnal air. There’s nothing there, in the corner of my vision. But in the window, I see a figure. Large and shadowy, unclear. It looms over my reflection. She speaks once more, the word filling my mind.
“Watch,” she says.
What choice do I have?
She pushes herself up from the mattress onto her elbows. The covers fall slowly from her shoulders to her lap, revealing the white globes of her tits. Her nudity obscene in the red glow. Her nipples, as hard as my own. She pinches and pulls them, teasing herself, grinning at me again. She’s reaching her naked arms up to it, and I watch as that thing flows over her, enveloping her in shadow, oh, centring on her tits. Her rapturous sigh expands in my head.
My sheet, is it ..?
Her moans invade my mind. Ah god, such desire, it floods my brain, a proper contrast with my frozen, cold body. Her need is dizzying, building in waves, spreading out from my head into the muscles of my body, into my core. I shudder with it. Struggle with it.
Intense tugging. My sheet. I turn my eyes, the only part of me I can move, and look down at my own body. The quilt is bunched either side of my feet, as though someone is grasping it. The blankets’re being pulled slowly down. My armpits are revealed, the tops of my tits. Oh, that breath, it wafts over both my right cheek and the top of my left tit. The breath is cool, but compared to my skin it’s warm. It’s intimate, ahh, it feels so wrong, but at the same time …
Through my open lips in utmost horror, I cry another silent scream.
Frantically searching with eyes that see nothing. There is only me in this bed, alone in this room.
But, I’m not. I’m not alone, am I?
In the window, there are four of those beings with her now. The flesh of her tits undulates under the shadow covering them. I sense what this does to her, oh how horny this makes her. How wanton. And as I watch, the one at the bottom of her bed pulls the blankets from her body and tosses them aside. She opens her legs wide, and she writhes, lascivious, inviting. I watch another flow-crawl up between her inner thighs. She sighs, until I have room for nothing but the sound of it in my head.
Something scratching the skin of my neck. A fingernail? The touch is light.
Fuck.
I think I’m going mad.
It’s so …
Oh. She moans again. This distraction. My god, there is heat pooling in me now. My core kindling.
Revealed
Looking down, I see the blankets being pulled from my body, inexorably. The white sheet tucked so well into the bed that it remains behind, as though it’s caught on my tits. The upper layers speed up, leaving it behind, slithering quickly over it. Through my thrumming muscles, I feel them sliding down, and yes, though I am so cold, they steal the last remnant of warmth from my skin, taking it with them. Leaving behind a frigid chill. Oh, over my stomach, my mons, my thighs. There is an invisible line of searing fire at the edge of the frayed quilt, and behind it, that weatherfront of frost spreads.
Except inside, uhh in my core, radiating outward. My cunt spasms.
Still I cannot move, I can do nothing to prevent the almost non-touch of those (fuck *am* I imagining them?) exploring fingernails. One creeps down over the swell of my left tit. And it …
Oh god, the sheet.
It lifts.
That almost touch, it is real. I centre in on it, focus on those fingernails. The gentlest touch, scratching its way around my tit. I see the path of the unseen thing, I see the bump moving, like a mouse under the sheet. And I know what it’s seeking, but I cannot move. It circles my nipple. Then all at once it clenches. Hot pressure, ohh my whole tit glowing with it. A fire building. Another latches on to my other nipple. Oh, god, feels so good.
I cry out.
And she shrieks, the sound exploding like crystal in my brain. I feel her come undone, feel her orgasm thrilling through me, like an afterthought. She’s burning up in her desire, but she’s so desperate. She’s begging. Her release is no release, she yearns for more. She’s writhing, mewling, incoherent. Sounds of pure carnal hunger. They fill me.
What the actual fuck?
My nipples, such stimulation. Fuck my clit is reacting, cunt clenching harder, in time with her panting. Uhh.
Oh, please.
The sheet is yanked, the crisp cotton scraping over my sensitive nipples. But still it will not release. It begins to rip apart at the top. I hear the noise of it ripping slowly over the sounds of her desperation. And just like that, my frozen body is exposed.
No. She’s crashing through another one. Her body, how she feels.
Oh, god. I need …
Invaded
White hot desire, sliding up over my thighs. Spreading over my vulva, over my ass, my hips, my belly.
Oh my nipples. Fuck I’m so close.
“Beg!”
The word fills my mind, dragging my attention from my overstimulated erogenous zones.
She’s staring at me, the pain of her unrelenting pleasure, her need, her insatiability is written in the tension of her face.
What I see there, oh god, it’s how I feel.
Uhh. Teasing tendrils exploring the entrance to my cunt, my ass. Oh god circling, kneading my clit.
She …
“Please!”
So loud. I need …
Warmth, heat. Fuck, yes. It’s inside me. Ah so deep, filling my ass, my cunt.
Oh god, yes.
I’m.
Uhh
I’m gonna …
Uhhhhh-mmmh-pleeeeease-yes.
***
Pulling the blankets around me, I sip the scalding hot tea, thinking about shadows in the night. I’m so warm now, cosy and so comfortable.
“I had such a dream,” I say, grinning at you.
And you grin back.
Still lascivious, and still so needy.