I woke sometime the next day to find Kaukesha in the cabin, humming to herself as she prepared some more of the corn cakes.
Seeing I was awake, she smiled shyly and gave me a nod of greeting. It was only then that I realized I was naked and uncovered in the bed.
Glancing down guiltily, I saw the bruises that marred my skin – tiny round bruises, bites and marks from tiny fingers that decorated my thighs and breasts. I slowly pulled the coverings over me as Kaukesha worked, dipping my hand down to touch the tender inside of my thigh and feeling my hand come away sticky with the being's seed.
"It was here last night." I whispered to Kaukesha, uncertain of whether I dreamed – whether I still dreamed.
As if understanding my meaning, she nodded, her head still bent over the table as she kneaded the meal into cakes.
I glanced around the cabin to find much of it as I had left it the night before, but feeling something in the room was changed and not knowing what. As this thought crossed my mind, I saw the shift I had been wearing the prior night at the other end of the long table, a needle being expertly pulled through it, the rend being delicately repaired by unseen hands.
I must have gasped, because Kaukesha looked up at me, then followed my horrified gaze to the other end of the table.
"Children." She whispered in French to me with a sharp nod, as if a ghost repairing my chemise was completely natural.
Even as she said this, I sensed them – a great group of the spirits, huddled together in the cabin, working side by side with Kaukesha. The broom, being pushed by invisible hands as it swept, the pot being stirred over the fire, the rolled up hide over the lone window being tied up by phantom fingers.
I was trying to make sense of all these things in my head when the cabin door blew open so hard on its hinges that they almost came free of their nails. With a gasp, Kaukesha dropped to her knees and all movement in the cabin stopped.
Wife. My chalice.
The creature whispered the word in my head, making me tremble in memory of the feel of its cock being forced inside of me – even then, still bruised and tender, my cunny ached for it.
"Kaukesha?" I whispered as my eyes focused on the immense disturbance in the air before the door, like heat off of a rock on a summer day – but larger and much more solid feeling.
Do not cover yourself my wife. Show me my cunny. Open your legs. I have need to fill you.
"Kaukesha?" I whispered again, my fingers tightening on the quilt as the air grew thicker, crackling with anger from the unseen creature.
My cock needs to fill you. Do not hide from me. Do not ever hide yourself from me. Open your legs, open your cunt to receive me.
"Leave me alone." I whispered the plea, my eyes darting to Kaukesha, who was face down on the floor. "Go away. Leave me alone."
My wife. My slave. My cunt to fuck and fill!
It shouted at me even as the covering was ripped away by my body, making me scream. Thinking of only sparing myself the indignity of being raped in front of Kaukesha, I scrambled from the bed toward the open door – even though I knew I would be running straight in to the wall of the shimmering heat.
A laugh, loud and filled with the bass of its desire echoed in my head as I streaked past it, only to have my waist wrapped by a strong, wide limb. It lifted me free of the floor, my feet dangling uselessly as I tried to wiggle free of it.
The actions were useless against something this preternatural, something this – strong.
