A white-hot blade twisted deep in my belly. I crashed to my knees, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as I clutched my stomach.
The cradle rocked once.
All on its own.
I breathed through the pain and ran out of the room. As soon as I left the east wing the pain ebbed away. I rested my back on the wall and stared down the hallway I’d run through.
One more night.
I just needed to make it through one more night.
???
The weight pressed deeper, crushing my ribs against the floorboards. I couldn’t scream—couldn’t even breathe. My vision swam as the room tilted into focus. Dark red walls. Blackened bedposts. A ceiling too high, lost in shadows that moved like liquid.
This wasn’t like any of the rooms we’d seen.
“You've been a naughty girl snooping where you shouldn't.” The eerie voice hissed in my ear.
The voice licked into my ear, wet and guttural, syllables dripping like rotten honey. Not a dream. Not a hallucination. It wasn’t in my mind. I could feel the cold malevolence radiating from the ghoul.
“Naughty girls get punished.”
Cold fingers spread my thighs, digging into my soft flesh until I was open for him.
“But you already knew that, didn’t you, Clara?”
The heavy mass pushed against my opening. It wasn’t smooth like before, but gnarly like a bunch of roots clumped together. It didn’t fit.
“A special treat for your quim.”
The weight didn’t shift. It kept my chest pressed against the bed. I tried to raise my hand, but a cold grip squeezed my wrist, pushing it back down to trap it on the bedcovers. The bed began to rock, his twisted member moved with it, sliding ever deeper. His growl joined the creaking wood.
“Deeper.”
He surged into me with his weight hitting against my ass cheeks. I grunted when he hit my cervix. He was more powerful tonight. I could feel him not through his presence but through his shadowy body.
“Yes, Clara. I feel you. Your hot tight quim is weeping for more, preparing for my seed.”
He began to ram into me, laughing when I accepted him. The hard root hit me deep each time he thrust into me, punishing me like he promised. His hand released my hand, and the pressure lifted from my chest.
I took a deep breath of air, only for spindly fingers to curl around my neck. He pulled my head up, gripping my throat for leverage and pummelled my pussy raw. My back was arched, I lay wide open for him and hung between the ripples of pain and pleasure.
“Rent is due.”
My eyes fluttered as the tension reached its peak. His strange cock continued to plough inside of me, the wet sound joined the creaking bed. He lifted my shoulders off the bed until my breasts swayed with each beastly thrust. His speed increased.
“Here it comes, sweeting. Open wide.”
His evil tendrils hooked my insides as I cried out in agony and an explosion of pleasure. I convulsed around his cock but it pierced inside of me. I felt it open my insides, squirming like a worm searching for its target.
Ice cold cum burned my insides. I threw my head back as the hard bones moved from my neck to hold my jaw. His deep snarl vibrated down my spine as he continued to pump me full of his seed. It went deeper, much deeper than yesterday. His hands released my jaw, and I floated to the pillows.
He pulled out of me and pushed me onto my back, raising my legs over his shadowy shoulders. The icy burn eased and cooled the pain inside of me before heat took over. I relaxed and studied the shape in front of me. He was a dark green shadow, but shining black eyes peered out of the shadow.
“What are you?” I whispered in horror as his appearance changed to Sabby’s.
“Your landlord,” he said, morphing back to a shadow again.
