a residence

The next day I took my boat back to my family home, disembarking on the private dock which led up a rather steep staircase to my small house, as I carried my things upstairs.

- You look so sexy in your little white linen dress, struggling up these stairs.

With these words, he pinned me against the steep staircase and thrust into me. The rough stone scraped my hips as his invisible body crushed me against the steps, each penetration pinning me a little more against their implacable coldness. My white linen dress rode up in disarray, the fabric torn by his brutal grasp, while my fingers clawed in vain at the rock, trying to anchor myself.

He was pulling at my red hair, his other hand torturing my breasts. I gasped; I should have been terrified, and yet I was excited to be his sex toy once again. He penetrated me so well I couldn't get used to such a size that took my breath away with each thrust, deliciously and sometimes painfully rubbing against my vaginal walls as he stretched them.

- You're so tight, I love it. You must really feel it, right, my beauty?

I nodded, biting my lip to keep from crying out in pain and pleasure.

His thrusts quickened, the stone cutting into my spine with each merciless push while his spectral hands held me stretched against the steps. My breath escaped in gasping sobs, the torn linen sticking to my damp skin under the onslaught that made my thighs tremble. A trickle of saliva escaped my lower lip, disappearing into the cracks of the staircase where our dancing shadows merged.

His invisible fingers dug into my thighs, spreading them wider, the stone cutting into my buttocks with each brutal thrust. A hoarse groan echoed in my ear as he bit the air near my neck—I felt his heat, his breath, without seeing his lips.

I felt his invisible lips close on my skin as another burning gush flooded my insides, his monstrous member pulsing within me like a second heart. My mouth opened in a silent scream, my nails chipping against the stone as he wrenched an orgasm from me—a wet, violent convulsion that made my raw calves tremble.

He left me on the stairs as if I didn't exist. He went up as I tried to catch my breath on the step. I could feel his semen running down the steps, so completely had he filled me. He was a monster; he couldn't possibly be human.

I remained slumped against the cold steps, my trembling thighs stained with blood and semen that dripped down the eroded stone. The salty wind made the tattered linen dress stick to my damp skin, each shiver rekindling the burning between my legs.

A few steps higher, a shadow materialized—just a disturbance in the air, like heat shimmering above the asphalt in summer.

After I'd recovered, I finished climbing the stairs. I could feel his presence. I opened the doors and shutters of my house, a musty smell mixed with dried lavender filling the air. I smiled; so many memories had unfolded here. The store of preserves and family meals would provide for the first day, but I would go to the village to buy fresh food.

My knees were still trembling as I crossed the threshold, the cold stone of the entryway biting my bare feet. A damp trail slid down my inner thigh, and I gritted my teeth as I felt the warm trickle against my skin. The door slammed shut behind me, but the air didn't still—an invisible presence brushed against the walls, barely moving the yellowed linen curtains.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the air thicken around me like an oppressive embrace. A warm breath brushed against the nape of my neck as invisible fingers traced their way up my trembling thigh, leaving burning furrows in the damp trail he'd left there.

"Not yet..." I murmured hoarsely, but already the crumpled linen of my dress was pressing spectrally against my stomach.

"I have many ideas coming to me," he said. "I'll take you and punish you under the pine tree I saw, and this house will hear your cries of pleasure and pain. You like that."

I bit my lip. I was aroused by his words, yet I also trembled with fear.

A raucous laugh echoed in the overheated air of the room as his phantom fingers twisted into the tears in my dress. The fabric creaked further under his relentless grip, revering the quivering curve of my hip.

"Look at yourself," the mouthless voice murmured as an invisible palm crushed my throbbing belly, forcing a trickle of its own semen to seep between my trembling thighs. "All dripping with me."