Page 9 of In The Shadows

I look down, brushing at my legs, and two glowing white eyes look back at me. They blink slowly, and I must stop myself from standing in my chair again.

One of the rips in my leggings gets pulled open even more. I watch as my left leg gets more exposed with each tear. Leaving bare, fresh scratches etched into my leg, enough to draw blood.

Did I do that? I don’t think I did, or else I would have known it, right?

Suddenly, I feel like I’m losing consciousness; blackness starts to seep into the edges of my vision. I blink to clear my mind, and everything is normal. Huh? The leggings are in place and untouched. I rub the place where the hole just was and play with the fabric.

“What the fuck?” I mumble.

I look around the table, and Shaun and Amy stare at me. They stop and look down at their plates as I make eye contact. They continue to eat as if they weren’t just staring at me for God knows how long.

I grab my glass and down the wine in two gulps. My hands still shake as I reach for the bottle to refill my glass, and as I stretch to return the bottle where it goes, the itching returns. It’s not itching, though. It’s biting! I can feel teeth forcing down into the inside of my leg. The pain immediately rushes through me. It doesn’t hurt in a wrong way, but in a good way, which is strange to me.

I don’t understand what is happening. It feels so good, yet it hurts so much. I am a virgin. Not because I couldn’t find anybody, but because I wanted to wait for the right one. If he ever comes along. This hurts a lot but brings me pleasure I have never felt before.

An impossibly long arm, cloaked in a pitch-black sleeve, emerges from under the table. I watch in shock as the arm reaches for my face. Why do I not feel terrified right now? I think almost calmly, like whatever this creature is won’t hurt me.

A single long, white finger places itself gently on my lips.

Shh. I hear in my head, soft as a whisper.

I look frantically around the table. Does anyone else see what is happening to me right now? Their faces are glued to each other or their food, and they seem oblivious to what is happening around them.

I feel like I’ve stepped outside of reality somehow. The arm returns under the table, moves up to the waistband of my leggings, and rips them down my body. I see the eyes again and feel a cold, chilly breath against my leg.

I watch as a stream of warm blood trickles down my thigh. The biting ceases, and my muscles relax. A tongue starts to explore the wound, licking at the blood travelling down my leg and sucking at the bite mark. It feels good. Why does it feel good? Why am I not disgusted right now?

It licks along the edges of the punctures as two fingers wrap themselves around the crotch of my panties, pulling them aside. Cold air blows against my pussy, hitting my clit, and I feel goosebumps form on my skin.

I’m terrified when I hear a voice inside my head. You smell divine.

I whimper softly. How can I hear this creature inside my head?

I feel so exposed, sitting around everyone while this thing sits between my legs, touching me intimately. Panic starts to set in as reality hits me. What is this thing between my legs? I reach between them to push it off me, but the shadow forcefully holds my arm down to my thigh.

It brushes its tongue gently across my clit like a snake testing the air, and suddenly the people around me and the panic I felt feel miles away. I clench my thighs to stifle a moan. The tongue inside of me seems to grow, sliding down along the lips of my pussy without ever leaving my clit. It floods my pussy, utterly filling it.

I whimper as the shadow locks its hand in mine, and our fingers intertwine. I squeeze down hard as the tongue navigates inside me. I can’t help it. My pussy floods with warm juices, my orgasm almost exploding within me. It is so strong I feel it is building up within. I smell it and even want to taste what it is making me do. Are these my thoughts or the creatures?

Its tongue pushes against the roof of my vagina, and I flood myself right there on the dining room chair. I lean my head back as the pressure rises.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” I scream, clenching my legs together around the creature’s head. It doesn’t stop licking until my body stops shaking and forcing me to come down from my high.

Oh shit! I look around the table quickly. The family continues eating and conversing without even batting an eyelid. How come they didn’t hear me? Did I scream out loud or in my mind?

This was real. Wasn’t it? I twist the creature’s hand in mine. It’s still there. My nipples harden at the thought of being under its gaze, and the beast growls between my thighs, forcing my eyes back to his. Bright white eyes glare back at me, full yet empty. I feel like he’s staring into my soul.

Your pleasure is only mine, I hear it say in my head, and it starts licking my clit again.

I come again as it laps at me, my body shaking uncontrollably. Its tongue feels rough even though it feels so good. My come soaks my ass, and it makes me feel so naked, I sneak a glance around the table again..

I almost want my foster family to see this. I want them to see me enjoying myself for the first time in my life. I want them to see me so vulnerable, yet so safe and pleased. I grasp for the creature’s body to pull it closer to me, but it evaporates into thin air. What? Where did it go?

“Want some gravy?” A voice asks.

“Fuck, yes!” I say with my eyes closed.

“Calliope! Watch your language!” Amy shouts, snapping me out of wherever I was and whatever I was doing.

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