Then I wipe it away with my palm, leaving a clean streak through the fog.
“Fine,” I say to my reflection, to the presence hovering just beyond sight.“I lied.Now get over here and fuck me.”
The bathroom light flickers once, twice, then it goes out.The unlit candle on the countertop flares suddenly to life.The flame leaps tall and bright, casting dancing shadows across the walls.
A silent acknowledgment.
An answer in fire and darkness.
I smile and lean against the counter, ass out, already feeling the cold presence gathering at my back like wings folding around prey.
The darkness condenses.Cold air presses against my bare skin, not like wind, but like hands shaping themselves from the absence of light.It slides up the backs of my thighs, icy and deliberate, and I shiver, goose bumps rising.My nipples tighten instantly, painfully hard against the chill.
The candle flame gutters wildly, stretching shadows long and sharp across the bathroom tiles.
“Are you going to punish me?”I breathe, arching my back slightly.
A low growl vibrates through the air, a hum that resonates in my teeth, deep in the hollows behind my ears.It’s disapproval and possession coiled tightly together.
The cold gathers between my legs, a focused point of freezing pressure that parts my folds with insistent, invisible force.I gasp.A solid column of shadow, veined with fire and charred in places, impossibly hot and utterly real, presses against my entrance and pushes in.
Oh fuck.
I half expected him to just fuck me with his shadows or my dildo or my gun, but ever since he rescued me from Red Hands, my daddy’s been more corporeal, at least in certain places like his cock.
The stretch is immediate, shocking.The molten friction burns as he fills me, deeper, impossibly deep, spearing me on heated darkness.My knees buckle.I hold tighter to the edge of the counter, my knuckles white.
The mirror in front of me reflects my wide eyes, my parted lips fogging the glass with each aroused exhale.There’s nothing behind me but writhing shadow, a living darkness coiled around my naked body, icy tendrils snaking around my waist, anchoring me.
The heat inside me is intense, a penetrating burn that steals my breath.It sinks into my bones, into the marrow, and probes all of my hidden places.
His cock pulses with a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrates through my core while the burnt parts of it strum my clit with its rough edges.It’s the punishment I wanted.
“Harder.”I push back against the solid cock impaling me and gasp.“Come on, Shadow Daddy.Make me feel it.”
The hum intensifies, becoming a growl that rattles the walls and topples the bottles in the shower and on the bathroom countertop.The pressure inside me increases.His thick cock drags almost all the way out, leaving me achingly empty and clenching around nothing but cold air.Then he slams back in.
I cry out, the sound swallowed by the thickening dark.He fucks me with brutal, efficient strokes, leaving me screaming at myself in the mirror.The countertop edge bites into my hip bones with each thrust.My tits sway heavily, dragging against the counter, my nipples so hard they ache.
Another tendril of shadow peels away from the mass and curls around my throat like a cold, claiming collar.It tightens slightly with each inward plunge of that cock, forcing my head back, exposing my throat to the hungry dark.
Yet another tendril teases and plucks my nipples into throbbing points.Shadow Daddy manifests just enough to grab the bottle of unscented body lotion from the countertop and squirts it generously over my tits.The slick white cream drips down my skin, and his tendrils seize the opportunity, sliding over my skin, teasing my nipples into hard peaks while they twist and glide, turning my breasts into a playground for his dark whims.
Another tendril coils like living smoke up from the dark, slithers across the lotion on my tits, and probes at my ass with insistence.It breaches me there, cold and unyielding, stretching the tight ring of muscle until I’m gasping, filled in both holes now.
The cold of his shadows and the heat of his cock blur.The cold isn’t just cold anymore; it’s a chemical burn, a numbness that edges into something perilously close to pleasure.Pain sparks along my nerves, bright and electric, meeting the deep, grinding pressure inside my cunt.
My inner walls flutter, trying to absorb my shadow daddy, to make him a part of me.His glacial and blazing invasion carve me open from every angle.It feels like being fucked by ice and fire, both relentless powers capable of devastation.
His cock inside me pulses harder, driving all thoughts away with sheer, overwhelming sensation.The rhythm shifts, becoming shorter, sharper thrusts aimed directly at that tender, swollen place deep inside me.
The shadow tendril in my ass sinks deeper and fucks me harder.More lotion squirts onto my tits, which makes the tendrils slide and tighten around my stiffened nipples even more.
Pleasure detonates, shocking against the pervasive heat and cold.It rips a ragged scream from my throat.My pussy spasms violently around the invading darkness of his cock, trying to milk it, to pull it deeper.The orgasm shatters through me, leaving me trembling and gasping.
But his cock and tendrils don’t stop.They keep pistoning into my oversensitive, clenching cunt and ass, drawing out the aftershocks into trembling waves.
The tendril around my throat tightens, cutting my air to a sliver.Another shadowy tendril, slick with my own wetness, finds my swollen clit.It circles the aching nub, sending fresh jolts of tortured pleasure through my spent body.
