Never a warning, never a sign of any change, yet it was
always the same day, October 31st.She always made sure she was home, the intoxicating aroma of
dread, arousal and anticipation in the air, keeping her within the house every
night on this date as if a prisoner in her own home.It was always the same pattern, she would lie in bed, drifting
off into the arms of sleep, when the night was at its most still and silent,
the moonlight always shining through as if to bathe her in the most erotic glow
for the unseen intruder, a preemptive spotlight. At first it was simply a
gentle tease, like the softest of fingertips slowly alerting her body, tracing
up and down her frame and waking both her mind and senses. It brought about the
kind of feelings that made her want to touch herself, though whatever it was
never allowed her to do such a thing, it wanted her pleasure brought about by
itself alone.Not once was a sound made except her own breathing, though
even after all this time, she still couldn’t stop herself from calling out to
it, even though she knew there would be no reply, though that was always when
things began to get too much… it always got too much by the end.Once she was fully awake and fully aroused, that’s when it
truly began. The gentle touches became a gentle masturbation. An unseen hand
between her legs always knew just how to touch her, as if it had studied her
own masturbation techniques every single day, wanting to use the knowledge to
bring about the most tormenting night of her life every year. Whenever the
covers were pulled back and her clothes were torn off, the touching became more
unbearable, until she was moaning deeply for more; it clearly could have left
her clothing on, as it somehow was able to manipulate her skin through the
fabric, though it seemed to want her to feel even more vulnerable. The
feeling of fingertips teetering around her sex trailed all throughout her body,
as if the air itself were tantalising her, playing with her. While her hands
were frequently thrust up above her head and down onto the bed to keep her
helplessly in place, she could not prevent herself from trying to fight back.
After all, she knew exactly what was to come; hour upon hour of constant
teasing and denial. The being seemed to savour her moans and screams,
delighting in her thrashing around in tortured bliss as what she felt to be a
mouth pressed firmly to her dripping wet delicacy. As if it could read her very
body and mind, it knew just when she was on the brink, able to hold her there
for as long as possible before backing off just that little. Her screams for
more, for mercy, did nothing to dissuade the entity; the torture continued this
way beyond her tears of frustration.Ever since the first time, it brought about a new sense of erotic
longing for being teased this way, the joys of having her pleasure held back
until that sweet boiling point. Though even through experimenting with herself,
nothing ever came close to being able to match the pure hell that this thing
brought onto her each year. It just continued to suck and lick as her clitoris seemed
to swell and swell more with every passing second. Time was lost to her, though
it felt like it was denying her like this for hours, just feasting on her pussy
in every way to keep her thighs trembling non-stop. Throughout the entire
ordeal, as much as she cried and pleaded and screamed out, there was no denying
that this was always the most erotic experience she ever had, something that
deep down she longed for every year; the feeling of her pussy juices dripping
down her ass and onto the bed were a testament to that.Finally, once she thought her clitoris was about to explode,
a throbbing button of heat and aching pleasure, it suddenly lifted her hips
further and began fucking her. She could never truly make out the physiology of
the being, as it managed to switch between penetrating her and licking her
fiercely in a heartbeat, with no real pause in between. The mixture of
sensations though devastated her. At times she wondered if she could pass out
from needing to come so bad; that mercy was never granted. Her body was ravaged
with pleasure from beginning to end, hours of being teased and fucked, drilled
relentlessly with only brief periods of slowing down just in a cruel bid to
keep her from coming.With the sweat and her own juices dripping from her, she was
a wet mess of indescribable, agonising need. Once it knew she could take no
more, it finally let her have what she needed. The following orgasms that it
forced from her body left her delirious. She screamed so much she thought
police would knock on the door, though nothing ever came, perhaps nobody could
hear. She screamed and screamed in orgasmic ecstasy until she finally did pass
out. Though still the being did not let her go that easily, it continued to eat
her out again until she awoke, wanting her to suffer through another hour of
orgasms, no matter how much it had to push her to endure it. Her cycle of consciousness
and brutal pleasure left her powerless. Weakly she begged for it to stop, using
every safe word and plea she could muster, though it was useless. Once she
finally did pass out for the last time, it left her. She would sleep longer and
deeper on this night than any of the year, waking to know that she’d have a
year to prepare herself for it once again… though there would never truly be
any way to prepare herself, and that she’d never truly know what it was. All
she knew was that for whatever reason, she was the object of desire for the
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