On the harbor waves

The next day, while the night was still present shortly before dawn, I woke up without a hangover, which was surprising. I felt someone lifting my nightclothes; it was him, still invisible. I felt his hands running along and caressing my body.

"Good morning, my beautiful," he said. "Don't worry, I'm in a cuddly mood this morning. Just let me."

His invisible fingers slid slowly and deliberately along my ribs, every inch of my skin pricking at the cold touch. I held my breath as his palm flattened against my still-sensitive stomach, moving in successive waves up towards my breasts. The fabric of my nightgown rubbed against my hardened nipples, betraying my physical humiliation.

I was quickly naked. I felt his hands and tongue exploring my body, my red hair. I moaned; I preferred it this way.

His lips closed on my nipple with a wet pressure that made me arch my back involuntarily. A strangled moan escaped my throat as his tongue traced slow, slimy circles around my areola, leaving a trail of saliva that chilled my warmed flesh. I felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, spreading them apart with calculated brutality.

His fingers sank deeper into my flesh, leaving purplish marks on the pale skin of my thighs. I felt his warm breath between my legs, damp and heavy with cruel promises, before his tongue traced a burning furrow along my cleft. My body stiffened, the sheets clinging to my clenched fingers as a mixture of disgust and involuntary pleasure rose in my belly.

I gasped, my nails digging into the damp sheets as his tongue split my flesh with sadistic precision. Each flick of his tongue traced its way up to my swollen clitoris, lingering just long enough to elicit a hoarse moan from my throat, then slowly slid back down with sadistic intensity.

His hands spread me further apart, their cold knuckles digging into the inside of my thighs like vises.

I felt his invisible teeth bite into the tender skin of my thighs, leaving behind a dull, sweet pain. His tongue returned, more insistent this time, exploring every fold with a cruel curiosity that made me sob. The sheets coiled around my ankles like snakes as he rolled me onto my stomach, pressing coldly between my shoulder blades.

His breath trickled down my spine, damp and heavy, before I felt the weight of his invisible body rise up my body.

I felt his weight press down on my back, crushing my chest against the damp mattress. His icy hands moved up my trembling sides, gripping my hips with a ferocity that made me groan. A dull pressure pressed between my buttocks—first the wet tip of his tongue, then something harder, more relentless, slowly and deliberately parting my flesh.

I felt his member slide into me with obscene slowness, each inch gained bringing hot tears of pleasure and humiliation to my cheeks. My mouth opened in a silent scream, my nails tearing at the mattress as he thrust deeper, searing like a hot iron in my gut.

It felt so good to experience that mix of tenderness and brutality. He knew how to balance them, as if he could read my thoughts, anticipate my every move with his words, I heard.

- You guessed it, my love. I know your innermost thoughts. I feel what you feel, your desires, your fears. You belong to me, body and soul.

His invisible hips slammed against my stomach in an unrelenting rhythm, each thrust driving me deeper into the damp mattress. I moaned. He sank into me as if he were an echo of my desires, reading me, my body like an open book. He was driving me wild. I was his sex toy.

His hands closed on my shoulders, pulling me down into the pillow as his member penetrated me even more savagely.

He impaled me with a bestial **** that made the bed creak beneath us. I felt his lips press against the back of my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth as a hoarse groan echoed in the air—the sound of his climax or mine, I couldn't tell anymore. My stomach clenched violently as he shifted his angle, the tip of his member rubbing against a spot so sensitive that my eyes rolled back in my head.

I felt his fingers twist through my red hair, pulling my head back until my spine arched painfully. A hoarse cry tore from my throat as he quickened his pace, each brutal thrust slapping my flesh against his with a wet, obscene sound. His invisible mouth sucked at the skin of my neck with animalistic greed, leaving behind a purplish welt that pulsed with every beat of my frantic heart.

The air thickened with the scent of sweat and salt as his hand tightened on my hair, pulling until my scalp burned. A moan escaped my lips—half pain, half plea—as his blows became erratic, each one striking that raw, sensitive spot with brutal precision.

His breath, hot and ragged, brushed against my ear. "You can feel it, can't you?" A shiver ran through me as his fingers dug into my hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

I gasped as his free hand slipped between us, his calloused fingers caressing my clitoris with enough pressure to blur my vision.

His fingers curled around my clitoris with expert pressure, alternating between too-light circles and sudden thrusts that made me cry out. I felt his member throb inside me, each pulse radiating a guilty heat through my belly.

I felt his grip tighten, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws as a brutal, electric orgasm ripped through me. My vision blurred under the onslaught of sensations—each rub of his fingers, each bestial thrust of his hips triggering spasms that made me arch like a broken doll.

He was inhuman in the way he managed to fill me and maintain this impalement for so long.

His invisible skin against mine felt like it was burning, as if every inch of my body bore his imprint. I felt his muscles tense, his hips thrusting one last time with a **** that made me bite the pillow to stifle a cry.

I felt his ejaculation erupt inside me, burning and pulsating, each spurt filling my belly with a thick, almost living fluid. His hips slammed against mine in a final, bestial spasm, pinning my body to the mattress as a guttural growl ripped through the air between us.