Chapter Four #2
“That’s it…” I felt something brush along the entrance of my pussy. “Begging to be used by a ghost you can’t even see.”
“Yes…” I licked my lips, confirming everything he was saying about me. I kept my eyes shut from the rain, but my pussy stayed open, eager to welcome the dick that was teasing my entrance.
“Fuck, this cunt of yours, so wet, so tight…so fucking mine.” His grip on my neck tightened, his claws digging into my skin again, but this time, I welcomed it.
I could barely see, barely breathe, and the roots dug into my flesh, pulling me downward.
I didn’t fight them, I let the earth itself anchor me as if the maze had grown around me.
“Please, have me, death…” I whispered, anticipation pushing me to the very edge of life. Slowly, my walls spread, expanding more than they ever had in their lifetime. It was almost painful for the first two seconds and I sank my fingers into the mud, my knees pressing into the wet soil.
He pushed what was left of him inside me in one forceful and relentless thrust.
“Fuck!” he grunted. The sound of his eerily cold voice did something to me, causing me to arch better, giving him more room to take me.
“I will ruin your cunt, then I will ruin you,” the voice whispered again, sliding along my spine like liquid shadow. “Do I make myself clear?”
It did, and I nodded. That was all it needed before it pulled out so gently, then plunged back inside me.
In a matter of seconds, the pace sped up, and with every thrust, he became more aggressive, relentless, and cruel.
My mind stretched thin, and my pulse rose and fell with the rhythm of the storm and his thrusts.
“You wanted to see, didn’t you? What hides in the dark?
” he whispered, his grip around my neck tightening even more, like it grounded him from destroying me before he was even done with me.
“Now you’ve got it, Elena, buried deep inside your wet, slutty pussy,” it spat, and I couldn’t figure out what streamed down my neck, my own blood or the rain.
“Yes, please, please…fuck!” I cried, eyes shut as my pussy took all of him in.
“Please, don’t stop haunting me,” I moaned through my tears, cutting through my fear and his own strange heat into my veins.
I could feel it circling me, coiling in the spaces my body could not reach, and yet I shivered with anticipation, caught between panic and a pull I could not fight.
A pull I desperately needed, even more than air.
“Oh fuck, more, yes, just like that…mhmmm. Yes, yes, yes…”
“You shouldn’t tremble,” he said, almost kindly. “Not yet.” He released his grip around my neck, letting me gasp for air, not like I needed it in this moment. Because all I needed right now was him. Just him inside me, fucking me, using me, ruining me in all the sick ways he was.
“You called for something to touch you in the dark,” it whispered again, darker, more insistent. “And I answered.”
I shuddered as the air around me thickened, moving as the invisible hand pressed against the curve of my spine, brushing my hair out of the way, filling the space behind my ears with its cold insistence.
“You feel it,” it whispered. “You cannot hide from it, you cannot hide from me. Give yourself, and let go.”
And I did.
“I’m not scared anymore…I just want more,” I pleaded, pinned and trembling, surrendering to something I could not see and could not name, yet could feel in the marrow of my bones.
“Every breath you take belongs to me tonight,” it whispered, a dark promise and a command in one. “Now come for me, worship me, Elena.” He pushed into me, so hurtful, so merciless, so fucking perfect. I welcomed it, the way it sent me into a frenzy. I welcomed it all.
The words wrapped around me, spiraled through me, and I let them.
“Fuck! Please, I’m going to, please don’t stop, yes, yes please!
” I screamed, my pussy bleeding and weeping at the same time, but fuck, I took him, as he tore my walls, pulled my hair, and bent my back lower.
I took him, as flesh bounced in the rain and my muscles loosened to let him fill me up with a rage I could relate to.
I took him all. “Yes, yes, fuck! Mhmmm, more, more please!” I moaned, cried, and begged.
“Just like that, fucking hell, yes, just like that!”
“Yes, do it! Come on death’s fucking dick, Elena,” he ordered, tugging my hair harder, drawing out a feeling that was deeper, beyond comprehension.
“Please…don’t stop…not now.” I jerked back and forth in a relentless motion as he fucked me, his dick filling me and opening something in me that was closer to an explosion.
“You’re not afraid anymore, are you? You’re addicted,” it mocked, hands back on my neck as my breasts clapped against my skin.
“I’m not…no. I’m addicted, please!” And just like that, I screamed through the storm, convulsing in a wave of aftershock, the kind my body had never known before.
Then I heard him groan behind me, still fucking me like an animal regardless of how close to actual death I was now.
“Fuck! Your fucking cunt, Elena!” he whispered, his dick expanding inside me. As my body let out whatever was left in me, it dawned on me that this ghost had fucking cum in me, and as much as that terrified me, it made my nipples even harder.
Slowly, the roots freed me, and I fell to the ground, naked, bare, and now soaked in mud and rain.
My eyes began to close, and my breathing slowed to an even pace.
I tried to squint hard enough, but I still couldn’t see anything.
I could swear I was alone, but I still felt him around me, somewhere, everywhere, and nowhere at the same time.
“Don’t hide from me, Elena. The dark loves nothing more than a willing soul.”
And with that, I let the darkness consume me. It had claimed me, in body and mind, and I had given in and let it. I felt alive now in a way I had never been before.