The Terror 1

My eyes shoot open as a cold hand clamps down on my mouth. Fear electrifies my nerves, shaking away any dregs of sleep from my mind and sharpening my senses to the sound of breathing mere inches from my right ear.

Dead pools in my gut, my body unresponsive, heavy as lead. Trapping me.

I've had night terrors before but not like this. Someone is right next to me, I'm not alone. Their wet breathing hoarse, the only sound other than the whirring of the aircon above. I can't see them, can't see anything but the dark shadow of my ceiling, I can't even turn my head.

They've never touched me before, only looked from afar, a vague shadow in the corner of my eye. And it's never been so vivid, I am aware of and can clearly feel the air current of the air con, the weight of my unresponsive body, and the rush of my heart beat. I'm awake, right? Or dreaming?

I'm on my back, strange as I'm usually a side sleeper, in only my panties as I always am when I'm in bed. Something I regret in this moment. Venerability hitting me in a way I've never experienced before.

My eyes dart in their sockets, trying to see, trying to move but I'm frozen in place. My sheets don't even offer protection, in my sleep they've been tossed aside, leaving my chest bare, only covering my left leg.

My skin prickles, under their watch. Slowly, they release my mouth, I try to scream but my face is frozen. I whimper instead, hearing their breathing intercepted with a sound that can only be the licking of lips as they drag a finger down my chin, making a line from my mouth, down my neck to my sternum.

Goose flesh raises along my skin, my skin sensitive, fear making me shake. They trace their fingertip along the skin there, the cold of their finger striking in contrast to my heat. With patience they drag their fingertips along the skin of my breast, which course they catch their attention, being so large size in proportion to my waist.

The breathing in my ear continues, hitching a little faster, so close I can hear the moisture of their breath.

My breasts are impressive, they take their time to explore the soft skin their breath exhilarating as they trace my nipples. I swallow, dread writhing in my stomach, trying to wake myself, to move but nothing works. Fear sharpens my mind, solidifying me in the moment.

The trace of their fingers is feather light, never pressing harder, always keeping their touch soft. My eyes scrunch closed, again trying to move my body, my stomach fluttering.

The breathing stops with the wet sound of a tongue licking it's lips, making me swallow in fear before the sound moves away. A moment later a wet, cold sensation sparks on my left breast, the shadow leaning over me. I whimper again but am powerless as it drags its cool tongue over my nipple, it's fingers still exploring the swell of my other breast. It continues licking and tracing, outlining my nipples and the underswell of my breast, often stopping to make rasping sounds of enjoyment. I quiver underneath it, trying to force my conciseness away, to think of anything other but my mind stays right in the moment, feeling every scratch of their finger nail, hearing everything slippery lick.

Shamefully, my body responds, fear amplifying the sensations, heart racing with disgust and unwelcome arousal.

The hand recedes along with the tongue leaving me alone. I breathe easier, the wet skin of my breasts cool in the breeze of the aircon. My heart rate lowers, my eyes close.

A light touch sends me internally scrambling, a whimper escaping me as a finger traces the top edge of my panties. My legs are only slightly open in sleep, though the right one is dangerously close to the bed's edge.

I can't do anything, can only stare at the ceiling as they drag their finger, as if they have all the time in the world, further down. I whimper louder now, pleading or trying so as their finger finds my fabric-covered pussy. Not there, I think, trying to move as they explore and when they circle the nub of my clit, I inhale sharply. They still and repeat the movement, as if curious, exploring. Need curdles with fear in my womb and tingles along my skin, the absence of anything but their touch highlighting every movement, their breathing sounds faster and even from this distance, I know they are breathing with their mouth open.

I swallow, my body hot and pulsing with need but wanting them to leave all at once. Why are they so slow? So eager? Drawing every movement out as if I'm a meal they wish to savor?

Fingers grip the side of my panties and draw it across, exposing me to the air. I swallow, my fingers curling ever so slightly but can hold nothing, useless.

A wet tongue descends on my clit, so light my skin shivers, tasting the waters before raking up and around my clit. I whimper a scream, fully shaking as nerves spring to life. It's a sick pleasure, this violation, their movements slow as always, dragging their tongue around and around, sending sparks through my system, whimpering my only free speech against this torrent.

I never feel mouth or lips, just tongue at a torturous slow pace, sweat beading my forehead as my pulse races. I don't want this but my body is betraying me, my nipples tight, my core throbbing.

When they round my poor swollen clit again I twitch with the electric feel, my body finally responds but only just, the small movement enough to send my leg over the side of the bed, opening me further.

No, no, I panic, trying to move again but my leg dangles uselessly exposing me fully. Even from here, the sound of the thing licking its wet lips finds me, twisting my stomach. Without hesitation it delves back in, it's strangely long tongue tracing the seam of my pussy from front to back, then again and again, each time I feel more of my folds open, exposing the innermost of my most private domain. No, no I think, closing my eyes again and turning my head, the most I can do, knowing what's coming. It's long, cold tongue presses against my opening and slides in, my poor girl already slick after it's workings on my clit. The thing laps once, deep inside, pulling a gasp from my lips.

I expect more of the same but it pulls away and out, abandoning me all altogether. I loosen a breath, my heart beating a mile a minute because I can still hear the thing breathing. Then my heart jumps, the bed groaning as a weight presses on the mattress on the side of my thigh. No, no, I think, feeling something pressing against my entrance.

My eyes shoot open, but only the dark ceiling is above, my muscles heavy, useless as it's thick member pushes past my entrance.

Stop, please, I whimper, but excited breathing is the only response somewhere above me, their visage nothing but a shadow at the edge of my vision. Inch by inch they push inside me, my walls stretching, stinging with it's huge shape. It continues until it hit's my innermost wall, its breathing turning into panting of delight as they pull out almost all the way and slams back in.

I almost shout at its intensity, the stretch too much, their member too deep, as they abandon their earlier slow torture for a frantic pace. They pound into me, the bed rocking, hitting the back wall with the force of their thrusts. Shock ripples with every pound, every movement sparks in my body, my walls feeling every inch of their hard length. Why is this happening? The thought is the only thing rocketing through my mind as my body is punished, pain mixing with pleasure as they pant above me, my body heating with every pound.

No, no, I don't want to feel good from this, I think, shaking my head with as much force as I can, which isn't much, my fingers curling into the mattress the only hold I can get as I'm fucked mercilessly. Higher and higher my pleasure spikes, whimpering with every thrust, my core tightening. No, No I can't come from this! I scream in my mind, the things thrusts are frantic, the banging of the bed on the wall not hiding its hisses and groans of pleasure as it violates my body. No, I can't - I can't come- No, I think, trying to repress it but it builds in my core, then bursts, my body alighting, my eyes rolling back as I scream wordlessly.

It makes a sound something between a growl and hiss above me, the sounds inhuman, it's pounding drawing out my orgasm endlessly, and with a few more punishing thrusts, comes inside me.

It's deeply violating, disgusting but my body throbs with with my release, milking the creature for every drop, hungry for it. Shame and euphoria flood me as I come down from my high, the thing still buried deep inside. It pulses inside, hissing it's pleasure.

Finally its done, I think, my body throbbing with pain, my head spinning, my skin coated in a sheen of sweat. It pulls from my bruised entrance, a gush of liquid flowing it's departure. I close my eyes, fear again filling my veins yet like someones pulling me underwater, I'm suddenly deeply asleep and when I open my eyes again, it's morning.