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I remember thinking to myself that I was lucky when I bought this damned house 3 months ago. The listing showed a gorgeous house in the woods not far from my hometown. Glass windows stretching from the top to the bottom, beautiful wooden structural beams from front to back, new kitchen, bathroom, everything. It might have been a little bit too large for a single, freshly graduated student of 26 in dire need of some silence and quietness before she would begin her new job, on the other hand, it was basically a steal to let such an opportunity go to someone else. I asked the realtor why the house was so cheap and she told me that the previous owner usually rents it out for a month at a time, but interests faded as time went on and no one wanted to rent the house. The owner had no need for the house as he himself was living abroad and did not want such a gorgeous house to go to waste. I was glad no one had died in the house at least and was walking through the rooms with the realtor, falling more in love with it after each room I entered. I took another look at the price and told the realtor that I would take it. She seemed happy I had made a choice so soon and quickly made me sign the paperwork. I remember her getting clumsier as time went on, as if she was in a hurry. She left before sun dawn and I was left in my own, gorgeous home. I quickly made the arrangements to move in as soon as efficient and with help from my friends and family I was set up in less than a week. At the end of the last moving day we threw a gigantic party, barbecue at the pool, people playing darts, you get the idea. After the party had ended and everyone left I was alone and enjoyed the silence in the house.
However, the silence wouldn’t last long. A week after I moved in I started to hear things at night. Creaking stairs as if someone was walking on them, sounds of furniture moved around on the wooden floor, footstep like sounds coming from inside the walls and many more. I couldn’t discover a thing when I went to check in on the noises and quickly dismissed it as the wind playing games with me. Weeks went by and some nights were quiet while some had the same strange noises. I am not a believer of spirits and ghosts but I felt like I was losing my mind. I called my friend Fleur, asking her if she knew what I could do, eventually she set me up with an exorcist of some sort, she told me that he was the best for situations like this.
The man arrived early afternoon, he apparently didn’t work in the evening. He was looking pale, his skin shriveled from old age. He was carrying a suitcase and immediately started ‘working’ after I had explained what was going on. Inside his suitcase was an old book, its pages yellow and torn. The old man entered all the rooms inside my house and read some passages in Latin from the book, waiving incense around and stomping on the ground as if he was expelling an entity. Some rooms he would enter proved challenging, according to him, and he would gasp from time to time. hours went by and he came downstairs, telling me that he was done and I had nothing to worry about anymore. I felt relieved and shook his hand. Before he left he gave me a camera with a display attached to it. He told me to wear it in the dark if I ever suspected something like this happening again, the camera would be able to see the ‘spirits’. I thanked him and he left, turning around from time to time as he was walking down the driveway. Weeks had gone by and I hadn’t heard a thing. It was peaceful in my home and I quickly forgot about the whole incident.
I woke up in the middle of the night, my t-shirt drenched in cold sweat and I realised I had twisted and turned so much that I was on the other side of my bed. I stood up and stretched for a bit, tossing my t-shirt near the corner of my room. I slowly walked towards the bathroom, still sleepy and tired but I had to wash away the sweat first. I grabbed a towel and put it under the sink so I could just wipe away the sweat instead of wasting time in the shower. The towel was cold and I shivered as it touched my skin, my nipples got hard as I wiped the towel over them. I had to say that it felt quite nice. I was enjoying the simple act of cleaning my body with the towel when I suddenly felt something grab my bare ass. I jumped up and quickly turned around, my heart beating in my chest and trying to focus my eyes in the dimly lit bathroom. I couldn’t see a thing. I laughed at myself and sat down on the toilet to calm down. After a while I stood up and walked towards the sink when I suddenly heard a loud bang at the front door, the hairs on my body were standing upright and I wondered to myself that I was imagining things again. Then another bang, louder than the first one. I felt a sense of fear crawling inside of me but I had to fight it. I put on a bathrobe so I wouldn’t open the door in my panties and quietly walked downstairs, to the front door. I quickly opened it but couldn’t see or hear a thing but the howling wind lifting some leaves from the ground. I needed some water to calm me down so I could go to bed. The kitchen was at the other end of the hallway and I walked towards it when I suddenly saw something in the mirror on my right. I fell down on the ground and screamed as loud as I could, averting my eyes from the mirror. I saw something in there but didn’t know what and I didn’t want to know. I slowly looked up and realised that it was a shadow from a tree outside. I slowly walked towards the kitchen, looking at the ground in fear of seeing something else and quickly grabbed a bottle of water. I ran towards my bedroom and quickly closed the door and emptied the whole bottle in seconds. I couldn’t get my mind of the shadow and remembered the camera the exorcist gave me. I gathered my courage and grabbed the box the camera was in and emptied its contents on my bed. A camera with a headband attached to it, a screen connected to the camera and a manual. I didn’t care to read the manual and put the camera on top of my head, holding the screen in my left hand and turned both of them on. I couldn’t see a thing on the screen and then remembered the man said that it had to be dark. ‘Great’, I wondered to myself, as if all this wasn’t scary enough. I turned off the lights and the screen immediately glowed in the dark; I could see my room in a green hue on the screen. I looked around the room and saw the t-shirt I had tossed on the ground, clear as day. I did notice that it was difficult to adapt to the fact that I had to look at the screen to see but it slowly became second nature. I opened my door and walked out of my room.
I saw my whole house on the green screen but nothing out of the typical stood out to me. I had a couple of scares when I wondered I saw something but it turned out to be nothing at all. I checked the whole upper floor but nothing was to be found. I took the stairs to the hallway and looked in the mirror again, then I checked the living room and lastly the kitchen. I took the camera off and laughed at myself again, there was nothing to be worried about. I opened the fridge and bent down to take another bottle of water when I felt something squeeze my ass again. I turned around but couldn’t see a thing, I quickly grabbed the camera and pointed it across the kitchen, turning slowly not to miss a thing. I had goosebumps all over my body, my breathing was fast and my heart beat in my chest like crazy. I continued slowly walking in the kitchen when I heard something on my right. I looked over and saw that the trees were moving in the wind. I put my eyes on the screen again and slowly turned the camera when I suddenly saw a black mass sprinting towards me from the living room.
I woke up on the kitchen floor, unable to move. I slowly opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the dark. I noticed my bathrobe was open and my breasts were out My body felt strange, as if someone was pinning me down. I tried to open my mouth to take a deep breath in but I couldn’t. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and I was terrified by what I saw. A kind of black figure was looming over me. Holding me down by my wrists and ankles. It was tall and slender and I couldn’t find out if it was corporeal or spiritual. I tried to scream but the shadow was holding my mouth closed. I could make out a smile on it’s face which frightened me even more. It slowly came closer to my face and I could hear its breath in my ears. It opened its mouth and a long dark tongue slowly emerged from the hole and swirled around in the air. It touched my skin on my neck slowly wrapping around my throat, it didn’t feel wet but rather really cold. I could feel its grip getting tighter and it became harder to breathe. It luckily noticed it and slowly let go, releasing his grip from my mouth and neck. I gasped for air and tried to talk to it but couldn’t say a thing except for a few groans and gasps. I saw its tongue getting closer to my face and closed my mouth and turned my head. It was too strong and slowly pointed my face towards itself, I felt my mouth being opened and the cold tongue slipped inside, swirling around in my mouth. I could feel it getting deeper and deeper down my throat as the cold spread around my neck. I tried to struggle but it didn’t help, it was pinning me down too hard. The tongue was moving around and all I tried to think of a way to escape. I felt the tongue move out of my mouth and was relieved that it was out of my body. I tried to move but couldn’t so I quickly gave up and let the shadow do its thing. I could feel the cold tongue move towards my chest and reach my breasts. the tongue was slowly wrapping itself around my left breast and squeezing it. I could feel my nipple get hard as the tongue brushed over it. I heard the shadow produce some kind of moan as it was licking and sucking my nipples. it went on for minutes and all I could see was a shadow moving and playing with my breasts, I still couldn’t speak. It suddenly stopped and got up, I was relieved that it was over and tried not to move. I was wrong, It grabbed my by my legs and lifted me upside down and it dragged me to the living room while suspended in the air. I could manage to get a scream out of my mouth but it seemed unfased by my loud yell. I tried punching it but my hands would just move through the air. We stopped at the coffee table and it laid me down on it, pinning me down with its long limbs. I could see its head move closer towards my panties and was scared of what it would do next. It slowly licked my thighs and I could hear the moans again, this time it sounded more angry and impatient. It slowly moved towards the thin fabric covering my labia and I could feel it getting colder and colder as the tongue was licking the fabric, slowly moving it apart, uncovering my vulva. It grew even more aggressive at the sight of my shaven pussy and ripped my panties in pieces with its strong tongue. I could see an appendage growing from its crotch over my head and realised quickly what it was. The penis was growing larger and larger as the shadow was licking and flicking my clit with its tongue. Its penis pressed against my mouth and forced it open, moving up and down my throat. I felt its tongue entering my vagina, wet from stimulation of my clit. I was getting face fucked by a shadow while it was licking the inside of my vagina, moving its big tongue in and out and swirling it from time to time. It felt good, I didn’t want it too but the shadow clearly knew what it was doing and I felt that I was getting closer and closer to reaching an orgasm. I was still getting face fucked by the penis of the shadow when I climaxed with its tongue in my vagina. I groaned and moaned with the big dick in my mouth and slowly lost consciousness again while I heard a slow, deep laugh coming from the shadow.
I woke up and noticed the shadow was behind me, sitting on the couch. It was holding me down against its body and playing with my breasts. Its body seemed more corporeal this time and I could clearly see the size of the shadow. It was more than 7 foot tall with long, slender legs and arms. Long fingers on each of his hands and his penis was flaccid but still way bigger than any erect one I had ever seen in my entire life. It noticed that I had woken up and started laughing again slowly. I could feel its tongue reach around my neck, into my mouth. I don’t know why but I started sucking on it, which made it even more aggressive. I could see the penis getting harder and bigger until it stood up straight. It landed on my belly and I could see that it was close to my breasts. I shuddered at the wondered of it entering me, either from lust or from panic. I could see it move my legs up so the penis was rubbing against my wet vagina. The coldness felt good on my warm pussy and I felt it tingling as it was increasing the speed it was rubbing at. I could hear it pant behind me while its tongue was still slithering inside my mouth. My pussy was wet from excitement and stimulation as it kept rubbing my clit and vagina and I noticed that I was almost cumming again, when it suddenly stopped. I was wondering what happened but then it lifted my legs and pressed its penis against my asshole. I didn’t know what was happening. I was frightened that it would fuck my ass with a penis that long and tried to withstand, but to no avail. It entered my ass easily, its penis lubricated enough by the juices from my wet vagina, and slowly made its way up. I started breathing faster and faster as I had never experienced something that deep before in my life. It started thrusting and I couldn’t help but let a few moans escape from time to time. Its penis getting deeper and deeper into my asshole and before I knew it it was completely inside of me. It was pounding away, I felt my eyes roll backwards and was moaning constantly. I couldn’t feel anything but pure joy and excitement as I was getting fucked by this monster. I noticed that one of its hands let go of my breast and slowly made its way towards my clit, rubbing it with the same speed as its thrusts. I didn’t want it to stop but I felt an orgasm create up slowly. I could feel that it was about to reach some kind of orgasm too, the penis was getting thicker and thicker. It was pounding my ass for what felt like an hour with incredible speed as we were closer to an orgasm with every thrust. I couldn’t hold it anymore and yelled out while I was having the most intense orgasm I ever had while it was still fucking me silly. The orgasm was so intense my legs were shaking and my breathing was as if I had just ran a marathon. It sped up one last time and I knew that it was close. It emptied its load in me as I could feel the semen fill me up. I could hear it panting behind me as it pulled out the enormous penis. I didn’t know what I could expect from the semen in my body but I was happy that it just looked like typical cum when it was dripping out of my ass onto the couch. I let out one last breath and fell asleep from exhaustion.
Light filled my room as I woke up. Not remembering what had happened. I noticed that I was neatly tucked in under my sheets, albeit fully naked. I looked at my phone and realised that two days had passed as I suddenly remembered the shadow and what it had done to me two night ago. I laid back down in bed, not feeling scared but full of joy and excitement.
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As you can see this is something entirely different from what I have written before. I got the idea from r/dirtywritingprompts and wrote it in a couple of hours. There is a small easter egg in there (basically unmissable), but it adds no value to the story (yet). This story takes place in a different universe than the one in ‘Kayla’s Reunion’.