NSFW Story Halloween [#41 of 100 Days of sex]

The nights had been drawing in for the past few weeks now, it was only 6 o clock yet the sky was dark and the street lamps had illuminated the empty street outside her house. She stood there, craddling a cup of hot chocolate looking out of her window, searching the shadows for movement or flickers of lights that catch her eye. A noise behind her made her jump and a small amount of the fresh hot chocolate spllied onto her dressing gown. With a tut and a sigh she wandered to the kitchen to get a damp cloth, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye – a shadow she didn’t realise was there before – but when her head turned to inspect, everything was normal. She continued on her way until she reached the kitchen sink, turning the tap filled the room with the sound of running water but she had started to feel uneasy now, the unknown shadow was playing in her mind. She had been alone for a while now and was quite happy doing so, not having to worry about anyone else, or if she didn’t fancy cleaning the house – it didn’t matter because no one was there to moan at her, but at times like these, when the eerie silence filled the unpopulated rooms she wished that someone else was there to comfort her. Perhaps someone else was there – but not in the way she expected…

She walked back to the window to continue her search through the night, she enjoyed people watching and she would imagine stories between the strangers that walked metres from her house. A young couple staggered by, they had obviously been drinking and the boy still had a bottle of drink hanging in his hand, extremely close to be dropped on the floor as he tried to support the girl next to him. The girl was tripping over her heels every few steps and giggling as she did so. She looked at the couple and came to the conclusion they must be an item, the way he held her waist, playing with her hair as they walked, how she looked at the handsome man with such longing. A small smile creeped over her face as she took a sip of the chocolate, slurping up a marshmellow as she did. Another sound took her by surprise once more yet she couldn’t place what sort of sound it could be. It wasn’t a banging of a door or a creak of a settling floorboard, it was much darker than yet – like a sudden rumble that trailed off after a few seconds – but the skies were clear and no cars or planes had been going past. She decided to go to bed, the sooner she slept the quicker it would be daylight and the thoughts swirling in her head would die down.

It didn’t take her long before she entered into a peaceful sleep, her dark brown hair lay aloof on the pillow and she lay in her usual foetal position in the middle of the bed. The silence surrounded her, yet she was unaware of the pressence that was awake in her home. The door to her bedroom creaked as ever so slightly, it began to open and the creaking continued as the door opened further. The old home possesed many quirky traits like this and often the doors and floorboards would creak and moan under her feet or even sometimes on their own accord, but they would never open by themselves. The door was now almost fully open and the slight noise disrupted her peaceful sleep just enough for her to toss and turn over, as she did so the door stopped. In the doorway was darkness, darker than the night, a shadow which loomed taller than the door frame itself, it squeezed through and approached the bed. It stood over the innocent woman that lay there infront of it for several minutes, swaying as if trying to keep its balance. With the slowest of movements, it disappeared under the duvet, developing a void between the woman and her bed sheets, a deep rumble echoed through the walls, creating a spine-chilling noise. Within seconds, it was gone. The expanse had deflated and the covers rest gently on her once again. She tossed and turned again, returning to her original position.

Her eyes opened slowly, taking in the sunlight which shone through the gaps in her curtains, she frowned and the bright light felt like it was burning her retinas. She sat on the edge of the bed when she was suddenly overcome with nausea, she felt displaced, as if she was disconnected from the room. It was a strange feeling, she tried to get up and walk around the bed when she noticed the door was wide open. Puzzled, she walked closer to inspect it, a cool draft touched her skin and she assumed an open window must have blown it open through the night. She tried to move again and go to her bathroom, but she couldn’t. She was stuck, as if something was holding her still, she used all her power to move one of her feet, to step forward – yet she couldn’t. Panic began to rise through her, the rumble noise reappeared and she felt a cool breeze over her shoulder, she was petrified and a lone tear ran down her cheek. Suddenly she was pushed back onto the bed with such force she bounced several times. Once again she was paralysed, she lay terrified on the bed the cushions trapping her head either side. What felt like an almighty weight rested on her chest and rumbles continued to groan around her, her palms became sweaty and she felt frozen as she started shaking. The weight pushed hard into her chest as she struggled to breath. She closed her eyes wishing for this nightmare to end when it abruptly released – the weight was still there but it was lifting, the rumbles turned into soft cooing noises and she felt her fear turn to an odd sensation of comfort. Her skin began to tingle as she saw the darkness rest over her, it started at her feet, tickling her skin with the edges of the shadow, she no longer felt nervous instead it was intrgue that flooded her mind. The sun was still shining through the curtain but bounced off of the dark that surrounded her, she had never seen something so black – darker than the middle of the night, darker than the skies that surround our Earth, darker than the deepest ocean. The shadow continued up her body until it reached her face, it encapsulated her as she felt sensations run through her body, every inch of her was wanting this… creature… to touch her, wanting it to caress her and create the tingles that she so lusted. Deep within her, she felt the shadow, it was as if it was inside of her, controlling her from the inside out, channelling her emotions to not be scared – but instead passionate about this intruding pressence.

Closing her eyes, she let the creature use her like a puppet – she was still motionless but it had such skill in controlling her that it felt natural. She felt a twitch in her clit as her emotions turned to arousal – she wanted it so deeply. She started to second guess her thoughts, was it her thinking this? Or maybe it was the creature making her think? Either way she was enjoying the ride as once more the creature bared it’s weight down onto her, this time in a certain part of her. She felt the impact onto her clit as the twitches became more frequent and the sensations grew stronger within her. Her breathing staggered as her chest rose higher each time she inhaled, she felt like she was raising higher and higher off the bed but was too lost in the moment to see if this was actually the case, by this point she was thinking anything could be possible.

Her sensitivity grew as the shadow was pulsing in between her legs, it gently started to spread them wider apart until it reached a point of slight discomfort her for. Without warning it pressed itself into her, she felt a satisfying feeling of being full as the pulsing started to get faster. She wanted to run her hands through the shadow, to feel it but her body lay there like a dead weight. The rumbles returned but this time they weren’t menacing, it wasn’t trying to scare her, it was a sound of pleasure. Her mind swirling with thoughts and pictures, fantasising about what this shadow may look like without the darkness, seeing herself from an outside perspective – breathless on the bed reaching her point of orgasmnas the darkness thrusts into her, pulsing on her clit like a well trained vibrator. She felt it approaching as her legs started to tingle more, her mind became cloudy and all she could think about was the pleasure rising from her loins, ready to explode over this creature almost as quickly as it had arrived into her life. Her breath quickened and turned into sharp intakes, the creature let her arch her back as her breasts pushed into the shadow, her head squished into the pillow beneath her as she let out a moan of climax. The rumble also grew louder as they syncronised and their sounds explored the room. The waves of pleasure continued to fill her with stimulation and the shadow produced one final thrust until it left. It was sudden, and she felt an enormous weight lifted from her, she was able to move freely as she had done everyday previous to this extrordinary experience. She curled into a ball and relished in the after glow orgasm.

She later woke with the setting sunlight fading on her skin, she felt hollow and wished for the shadow to return. She wandered downstairs and made her nightly hot chocolate, the sun had now set and the darkness of night had returned – she took her place by the window, holding her hot chocolate with extra marshmellow. Looking out into the street, the occasional cat that weaved around cars or the late-night workers coming home from a long day at the office. She could only think of her magical session with the creature from the unknown when a noise made her jump once more. She walked to the kitchen to clean up her spillage and saw the familiar shadow looming in the corner. She smiled waiting for it to happen all over again. Her hot chocolate spilled on the tiles as the mug hit the floor shattering into several pieces as her motion was taken away from her…

Love,
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