Then his large hands grabbed my throat in a violent grip, stopping my air flow instantly, its claws digging into my skin so hard I swear I started to bleed. My chest tightened, and my lungs burned with the effort of dragging in panicked breaths.
“Fucking perfect, naked, wet, and terrified…” the voice came, in front of me this time. It held my face up, like it was looking at me. And it made me helpless, how it had all this control over me, yet I could do nothing. Nothing but cry; cry because I had no idea what to do next.
“You wanted death, didn’t you?” he laughed, and I felt it, the wet, long stroke of something that could only be a tongue on my face…He was licking me? Fuck!“But here you are…” His claws sank deeper into me “…fighting to stay alive.” Another lick on the left side of my face. “So confused. What do you want?”
“Please, please, please, let me go! Please!” I cried out, yelling into the face of someone or something I couldn’t see.
Then his hands moved against my hair and the back of my neck, brushing me in ways that made me shiver despite the cold. I couldn’t see it, couldn’t define it, but it was there. Then it let go of me, dropping me onto the muddy ground, gasping for air, naked, and taking all the air into my lungs that I could.
“I can feel your cunt from here, Elena,” he laughed, now behind me.
No! He couldn’t know…my body can’t do this! It can’t…But I knew, in the pit of my stomach, that every fiber of me was…fuck me!Horny?
“Stop struggling,” it whispered again, sharper this time, almost like a command. I tried not to obey, tried to pull my hands from the ground, to lift my head, but the roots coiled tighter, binding me in a grip that was both cruel and strangely intimate. My body was a cage, and the cage belonged to the storm and the shadow behind me.
“Please…” I cried, and I fought again. God, I fought withthe roots, and my body was heating up under the rain. Every instinct screamed to tear free, to run, to rip myself from this living nightmare. But the harder I struggled, the more the roots seemed to wrap around me, securing me lower, pressing me into the mud.
“I can smell how needy you are right now,” it hissed. “Do not resist.”
A shiver ran through me, not from the cold, but from the weight of being seen and known so completely by something I could not name. My muscles slackened, and I caught my breath, as the storm pulled my pulse into its own rhythm. I wanted to fight, and yet…I didn’t. Something in the way the voice spoke, in the way the air pressed around me, demanded surrender. I let my forehead rest against the damp earth as my hands trembled. The roots held me, giving me no room to longer care of an escape. The rain plastered my hair to my cheeks, as the storm whipped around me, with the whispering shadow breathing over my shoulders like smoke. I was trembling, terrified, yes, but also…suspended in a strange, raw clarity. Every nerve sang, every heartbeat thrummed. I was alive in a way I had never been.
“You feel it, don’t you…” It dragged its claws across the skin of my ass, sending shivers down my spine as it continued. The sharp talons dug into my flesh, sending something into me that I dared not confirm. “The way your body needs this, the way the thrill is reminding you why you should be alive…” It clawed down further, before delivering a nasty spank that made something escape me, something that should’ve sounded like terror, fear, pain…but God, did it sound like a moan.A moan!
“Look at this flesh.” He licked it…fuck, he licked my ass, like he did my face.
“Please, don’t do this…please I…” As the words stumbled out of me, my pleading was cut short the moment I felt my ass cheeks spread open. In a matter of seconds, I could feel the beads of rainat the entrance of my hole and the long straight stream of water moving to my pussy.
When had I stopped fighting to be free, to escape this torment, to survive from this torture by something I couldn’t see? When did I stop and let him, orit, do these things to me?
“Shut up,” it spat. Another spank came again, this time harder and more brutal than the last. “You belong to me,” it whispered, the darkness pressing in, commanding. “And I will make you see it.”
I could not see it, but I could feel it behind me, beyond me, and all around me. Its presence was inside me, threading through the roots, through the storm, through the rain-slicked maze.
I was ready to beg again, to plead for mercy from whatever stood behind me, holding my ass open in the rain, but my words became non-existent the moment I felt its tongue again in my pussy, licking it, sucking it, eating it.What the fuck was happening?
“No, no, no! Don’t…fuck…don’t, please!” I tried to struggle, to shake myself free, but the roots held me down, just as his hands held my butt open for him.
How could I not see him, but feel his grip and tongue? How did this make me soaked, and not by the rain?
“Fuck” I screamed as his tongue went deeper. It was long and slimmer than a regular tongue, something about it was wetter, and almost…slimy? Fuck, it felt good, and I hated myself for even thinking that.
“How dare you try to end your life when your body tastes this good?” he scolded, spanking me again, harder this time, before pulling me back and licking me again.
How did he know I tried to kill myself? Was this death coming for me and deciding to have a fuck before taking me away? Fuck, fuck, fuck…my body was giving up on me, I could feel it in the way my back arched, trying to give more room to the tongue of athing I doubted was even human.
“There…” he cooed darkly, a long thrusting lick following the one word. “Your fucking cunt is begging for me.” It sucked it, its nose grazing my ass hole. “Be a good little slut and let me give you the life you deserve.”
And with that, I felt its finger push deep inside my ass, as its mouth went back to devouring my pussy, and for the first time, I did not fight, I did not struggle. I let myself feel the way his tongue pushed itself into me, and his finger fucked my ass. I let my body arch and my scream tear through the rain. I let it wash over me like the storm, and let the darkness claim its place in me.
“Fuck, please, yes!” I arched harder, my ass up in the air as I got devoured like a last meal, shamelessly being finger fucked by an entity I had no idea what it was. The sickest part of it all…I fucking wanted more.
“Fuck! I want to feel this cunt with my dick!”
I froze at its words…the thought had eluded me, but now…the possibility of being fucked by this thing, it excited something in me.
“You’d like that…wouldn’t you? Being fucked by a ghost you can’t see?” it asked, mocking me. I could hear it in the way he spoke, but I was beyond help now, wasn’t I? He was right, fuck, I loved the idea. It thrilled me so much I felt myself getting wetter.
“Yes, please, please,” I begged. I needed more of his tongue, his finger pushing itself inside my ass, and his dick…because fuck…I wondered what that would feel like.
