Part 1
One evening, after a long day on the job, where I had to fix the mistakes of a completely disorganized coworker, I fell upon a hot risotto waiting for me on the kitchen table, next to a note.
Treat yourself, my dear. Your work has been so grueling these days. As for your question from this morning. No, I do not drink alcohol. I find little use to it as I am immune to its effects. But you are not. Therefore, I got you a little something chilling in the refrigerator.
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I opened the fridge to a bottle of white wine, my favorite, a Moscato I used to drink all the time in the city. It was hard to find all the way here in bumfuck nowhere. After my lovely dinner and a mediocre shower, I added the love note to the box I kept in my nightstand. My little treasures ever since I moved into this place.
“Treat yourself.” I sighed.
About that, I had been wanting to masturbate for a while but. It was strange since I wasn’t truly alone in this house. In my previous apartment, I didn’t care for my neighbors when I needed an outlet for all the stress life was pushing unto me.
I used to be an insurance broker in the city. I was doing my supervisor’s work on top of mine. It was my personal hell. One day I rage quit. By that I mean, I had a very public meltdown in the office ending with me handing a handwritten resignation letter to HR. Better that than getting fired, right? At least it was for my ego.
I had hoped making big changes would solve the crisis. I gathered all my savings to run away from my old life. I took a loan and bought a mobile house for less than 100k in some village in New Hampshire and got hired at the post office. It happened that my new home was haunted. Despite how it may appear, I lived alone, or I was supposed to.
I took a deep breath and undressed. Shivering from the poor heating. I threw a wool blanket over my bed and hopped on top of it. A bit thrilled and anxious at the thought a ghost was watching me, I gave myself one lackluster of an orgasm, brought upon by my fingers and cramping forearm, tired from sorting mail all day.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, I felt something warm and slimy wrap around my ankles. The binding spread me wider while I laid back on the bed, still two phalange deep in my pussy. I sat up, not seeing anything. I tried to touch the thick squishy ropes, but my wrists got ensnared as well, dragging my arms to the headboard.
I should have been frightened. I should’ve, but this bondage was exciting in my tip mind. Especially since I knew who was doing it. That ghost was a naughty one.
“Did you also want a treat, for making me coffee every morning?”
This entity had been doing my chores daily. Leaving love notes asking about my day. It was like that thing was pretending to be my husband.
This routine began right after I moved in. I thought somebody had broken into my house. The same day, I changed the locks and installed cameras inside and out to see what was happening while I was at work. They showed something using my cleaning supplies. It was invisible, making the duster float around above my furniture, dragging my hamper to the washer and dryer. Even the dishes appeared to wash themselves. At first it was scary, but I soon became accustomed to it. I hated cleaning, after all. Somebody else doing it for me was a very lovely gesture. Then the stack of notes grew and after a month I had to put them in an old wooden box I found at a local flea market on my off day.
The bed creaked, something crawled on it. On top of me. Something with a hot breath and soft lips. Wait? It had lips?
“What are you?” I whispered, as I could no longer feel its lips on mine.
I tested my restraints, sensing their steady heartbeat. This tender kiss had me even hotter and very bothered.
“Since when do ghosts have a beating heart?”
A soft, warm hand lifted my camisole. Blunt nails grazed the underside of my tits. I gasped at the tickle.
“I asked you a question.” I tried to sound serious, but this was too much fun.
A finger spelled out letters on my stomach. I was out of breath holding my laugh. I endured it, squirming around.
L-I-V-I-N-G
Obviously, their hands were warm just as the restraints.
“What are you?”
T-R-A-V-E-L-E-R
“So, this is just a stop? How many other girls have you been folding the panties of?” Somebody tell me why I was jealous over some creature I couldn’t even see.
I-S-E-T-T-L-E
They lifted my top higher, revealing my breasts. They spread them before I received a kiss on my sternum. The pair of hands were kneading the soft flesh. None of that thing’s answers had been satisfactory. They had avoided clarity on purpose. I would have to take my curiosity into my own hands, that happened to be tied together by some sort of appendage that squeezed me gently with a tight grip despite how slippery it felt.
“It would be more comfortable if it were completely off.” I tugged on my top with my teeth.
They freed my wrists. Opening the chance for me to grab this thing and get a better feeling of whoever was teasing me. I went straight for the face. They seemed human enough, with eyes, nose, mouth, hair, ears, and everything. Their heated back, though, that was where all those tentacles were coming from. I couldn’t help but giggle when I was thrown back down while my camisole was pulled over my head. My hands were wrapped together down along my forearms. Strangely, I felt safe in that situation. That thing had never done anything to harm me for a whole month. So what if it wanted to have some fun? So did I.
They licked my neck before nipping me. The tentacles rumbled as more crawled up my legs and over my stomach. Their teeth felt human as well.
“Why are you invisible?”
Hands massaged my ears as countless more tentacles slimed their way around my body, lifting me up. They explored my right ear with their mouth. I could hear wet sopping sounds as they covered my ear in saliva. A shivered ran down my spine when one of their appendages found my clitoris and sucked on it.
“What makes you think you can do this?” My voice broke in a high-pitched crack.
It sucked harder on my little bundle of nerves, pulling a groan out of my throat. They bit my ear before moving back for a kiss. This creature had a long, soft tongue that twisted around mine. They were distracting me, while a smaller tentacle made its way to my wet ear. It was warm entering it. I forgot about it when I was about to cum. Then there was a searing pain accompanying the flood of pleasure released in my brain.
I cried. My weeping was muffled by the slick tongue around mine. It felt like my eardrum was pierced to the point I expected blood to come out of my ear. That sobered me up. They let go of my mouth and ear, holding me still in the air, rubbing my clit, sending waves of spasms in my bucking hips.
“What the fuck? That hurt.” I meant to sound pissed off, but my voice was whiny instead.
“My apologies Cassandra.”
I looked around, but no one had added themselves to our party. The pain faded after a moment.
“Who?”
“Me? I’m afraid you hearing my true name might implode your mind.”
It was them, that thing. Their voice was neither low nor high pitched. I didn’t register any accents either.
“I would take this more seriously if you weren’t—” I inhaled roughly as I was about to cum again.
They laughed, slowing down.
“But you seem to like this. Your body it quite responsive.”
I looked down to see my hips rocking in the air.
“Body and mind aren’t the same.” I hissed when they picked up a faster pace of repeated suction. “Hmm, I don’t want this.” My voice was too breathy.
“You do.”
I did.
“But you don’t know that.” I whimpered. Damn, they were good. I kept edging. It was getting frustrating as much as the buildup was exciting.
“I know everything about you.”
“Creep.” They went fast and harder again. “Fuck!” Then slow again. “Why can’t I see you?”
“Humans tend to go mad when they see us. I was rather surprised to find my mate in this dimension amongst all of them.”
“Are you calling me a letdown?” I gasped.
“No.”
Their tongue dragged along my throat while my nipples got ensnared by some of these sucking tentacles. I was burning up, but they wouldn’t give me any release.
“Fuck you.”
“That is what I am doing.” They kissed me lightly. “If you want something, you can tell me.”
“Go to hell?”
“I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”
“Asshole.”
“That will be later tonight. What do you want now?”
“I won’t, dickhead, get off me.”
“Do you really want me to stop? I will if you tell me again.”
I scoffed, arms still above my head. All I could do was glare at them. I did not want this to stop until I had relief. I couldn’t see them, but I knew where their eyes were. I felt their gaze sink into mine.
Kisses went along my jaw as I kept silent. The creature continued to bring me to the edge, but never over it. Filling me up with lava eager to erupt. I was not the kind to yield easy. It amused them.
“I can keep going forever. Unless you ask otherwise.”
Their tentacles squirmed around in my most ticklish spots. I was out of breath, laughing, gasping, and moaning. Their laugh joined mine. It was mocking.
“Fucker!” tears rolled down my eyes as my sense of touch was assaulted.
“What a pleasant sight. You are so flush, my beautiful Cassandra.”
“Enough!” I finally sounded upset for real.
They ceased almost everything. Only the tentacles on my pussy kept moving. The bed had a dent where they sat observing me.
“Get it over with.”
“Do you want me to stop? You’ll need to be clearer than that.”
I let out a high-pitched yelp as they had me to the edge again.
“Fucker!”
“So, you want me to keep going? With the sounds you are making, maybe the rumours are true. Fucking a human is similar to fucking a beast.”
That’s how they saw me. Some beast?
“Was it all a lie? The notes?” I was getting whiny.
“No. I do love you, dear. I’ll keep taking care of you as long as you live. Which will be a very long time to your human mind.”
Their hands petted my knees.
“You’re easy. It took you one month of living with someone to say that. You’re really desp—”
Curses, how did they know the exact pressure and speed to make me cum? And why were they using that knowledge for evil?
“I knew I loved you before I found you. Ever since you started existing. I simply waited until you were mature enough. Before you had to be born again for me to find you.”
“Why are you doing this? How long have you been watching me?”
“Because it’s fun. I’ve only been coming closer to observe you since your outburst of emotions. Two months ago. Before that, I merely monitored your health and safety.”
“Did you fucking probe me?”
“Not yet. I had a look at your medical files.”
That was a little weird. Not as weird as their whole existence. It was hard to wrap my head around the reality of the situation. I guessed it was my puny human mind. They had mentioned it wouldn’t be able to understand how long I had to live.
“How old are you? How long am I to live?”
“I’m rather young. If you accept me as your mate, you’ll live as long as me.”
“You’re dodging—” My clit was going to grow numb at this rate. “Motherfuck—” I whimpered, “please just let me cum.”
“With pleasure.”
They made me climax fully this time. It did not quell my anger. No matter how good it had felt.
“That’s all it took?”
“I was waiting for you to ask.”
“Cocky bastard.” I caught my breath. “Let go of me. I mean it.”
“As you wish.”
They pulled away their tentacles one at a time until I caught the last one. My body almost moved on its own. I wanted to feel them inside of me in whichever way I could. I was also cold now that only their coating was let behind.
“Do you want more, dear? I’ll give you anything you want.”
“What do you get out of this?”
“You.”
“And that’s all you need?”
“Yes.”
“You are easy.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
“So, how long did you plan to fuck me for?”
“As long as you want.”
“Can I see you?”
“If we get mated yes. Then I’ll be sure it won’t break your psyche.”
“You seem human enough yourself. As far as I’ve touched.”
“I took this shape because you are small.”
“I’m six feet tall.”
“I could eat this planet in one bite.”
Now I was scared.
“Please don’t.”
“I have grown out of that phase.”
“And you are—an adult, I hope.”
“I was once a child. What you would call one millennium ago.”
“How long is that for your kind?”
“Long enough.”
But they referred to themselves as young.
“Are you, like, a teenager?”
“Our notion of time is different. I have gone through many rites of passage. This is one of them.”
“You make it sound like I’m creeping on an inter-dimensional being a thousand years my senior.”
“Time is relative.”
“Relatively, are you a minor?”
“No.”
“And to you, what am I?” I hoped they didn’t see me as a child.
“My mate.”
“Which is?”
“The other half of a mating pair.”
That explanation was as lackluster as my drunken fingering.
“How could I possibly bear the child of a being bigger than the planet I was conceived on?”
“Size is also relative.”
“Relatively, how big is your dick and will I die if we fuck? That is, if you are a male.”
“Gender is meaningless to my kind. In this form, I can and will use my body to pleasure you. Anytime anywhere you ask me to. I can grow a cock if you ask. Right now, it’s pretty flat at the crotch area.”
That was too tempting. There had to be a trap.
“What do mean by anywhere? I’m not an exhibitionist.”
“Funny your mind went there then. I meant what I said, you naughty kitten.”
“Ew, don’t call me that.”
“But you were purring in my limbs earlier. Speaking of which, you are still holding one.”
I had been mindlessly petting it this whole time.
“I like the texture. It reminds me of playing with slime as a kid.”
“You can play with it all you want. Keep in mind they are more waiting to serve you.”
I must have been drunker than I thought because I licked the said tentacle. It was like seeing cold metal in the winter. It’s not that it was appetizing per se but, I was curious. It didn’t taste like much. They laughed and patted the top of my head.
“If you patronize me, I’m biting.” I licked it again. Now it had a hint of salt.
“Please don’t, you’ll hurt your teeth.”
I didn’t know if they were concerned or just joking. Their voice didn’t have much of a tone. I squeezed the limb I held. It was soft, slick, bouncy. Not as firm as I would need for it to go up my—
They laughed again, cupping my face for a kiss.
“You seem bored. Did you prefer when I was more assertive?”
“No need to change your personality for me.”
In a second, tentacles wrapped my limbs and pulled me up to my knees, pressing their chest onto me.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Saying those sensible words of affirmation had been a dumb mistake. Because they shoved their tongue down my fucking throat. I didn’t even gag it just opened up like I was already used to that act. Soon after, something slimed its way up my vagina. It swelled and stiffened until it caused a satisfying warm stretch. My mouth was freed, and I could finally breathe after a few coughs.
“Holy shit.” My arms were pulled to be wrapped around their shoulders before letting go. I held on for dear life as the one who claimed to be my second half rammed their morphing appendage in and out of me.
My mind went blank for a second. Until I began to spite their laugher.
“Are you angry, Cassandra?”
Smug ass bitch.
“What do you think?” I pulled their hair, earning a hand in mine that did the same.
They pulled right for the base, sending sparks all over my scalp. I couldn’t stifle my moan.
“You’re a brat, aren’t you?”
“So, you are into that kind of play, ass-hat?”
“Would you rather be riding my face?”
I was sure that tongue could do miracles down there, but the space was already occupied. I was still clinging to them despite my spite. I was getting on edge and feared they would stop.
“Finish this first.”
“I would prefer is you asked nicely.”
“Let me finish this time.”
“That wasn’t nice.”
My shoulder was bitten. Not enough to draw blood, but it would still leave a mark. They were losing momentum in my cunt at the worst time.
“Please make me cum.”
“Make you? This still sounds like an order.”
There were a few violent pushes that sent me on the edge for the billionth time. I ground my teeth. Their thumb climbed in to stop me.
“You’ll hurt yourself, my dear.”
I expressed a stifled grunt when they went back to slow strokes. I loosened my jaw, having them play with my lips instead.
“What more do you want? I thought I was enough?”
“I want you to beg for it. Say, please let me cum…”
“I won’t call you daddy.”
“How about, my love?”
“I don’t know you like that.”
“Master? I am not a fan of that one. Boss?”
“That’s cringe.”
They stopped moving, letting the tentacle inside having it undulate. It was a strange sensation. Not unpleasant, but nothing too exciting.
“Hubby? I do play the role of a stay-at-home spouse. Unless you prefer Wifey?”
“Hubby?” All I had to do is say it sarcastically for them to pump into me again? “Would you start fucking me again? Hubby?”
“I would.”
They did. They did well. Their tentacle grew blunts ridges, which sent me to the fucking moon.
“You ought to beg soon.”
They bit my ear. My ego was overcome by my body pleating with me.
“Please…”
“That’s a good start. What else Cassandra?”
“May I please cum?”
“What else?”
“Hubby!” I was so close, so fucking close.
“In a full sentence, please.”
I wasn’t in the state to.
“Please Hubby—.” My voice was getting even more high pitched. “Let me cum, please Hubby.”
“Of course, Cassandra.”
I was panting, sweating, and exhausted. My third orgasm of the night had me almost fainting. It took me a minute to recover enough to understand “Hubby’s” words.
“Do you need a break?”
“What do you think?” Their tentacles were still holding me to their chest.
They pulled out. I let out a small gasp, feeling awfully empty.
