Warm, summer night air breezed in through Jennifer’s bedroom window. Even this close to the great lake and the surrounding forest, summer temperatures barely dipped to comfortable levels, sweat seeming to spring out of every pore with the barest of movements. With the summer house’s ancient air conditioning finally giving up the ghost under the heat’s onslaught, sleep had become a precious commodity.
“Leave me alone, Spike…” Jennifer murmured, laying on her front, one leg tangle in her duvet whilst the other dangled out over the edge of her bed. Something warm and sticky had dripped down onto her cheek, and in her muzzy headed state, she had decided that the family’s Newfoundland dog had managed to sneak to shower her with ill-timed affection.
Burying her head back into her pillow, she willed herself back to sleep and the waiting dreams she had found herself surfacing from.
Again, something viscous dropped onto her cheek, causing her to sleepily brush it away, ignoring the smell of damp earth and the underling cloying smell of burnt toffee that lay just underneath it.
“Go away Spike…” She protested, a half-hearted attempt to nudge the family dog away, ending in nothing more than her hand waving in thin air.
Spike, whose bed was in the kitchen.
Being looked after by Gran and Pop-Pop…
Fear laced with adrenaline woke Jennifer up better than any morning coffee, her body thrumming with panic as sleep vanished in an instant. Senses sharpened to a keen edge, she could sense a wrongness occupying the room, driving her to instincts that had kept her ancient ancestors safe from the beast hiding in the darkness.
Run, her mind told her, run and don’t look back.
But her inner six-year-old begged her to keep her eyes closed; to stop the thing from popping into existence with her acknowledgement of it. If she moved, the thing lurking in her imagination would get her, dragging her under the bed to a fate unknown. If I don’t see it, it can’t see me, it whispered to her, taking up the mantra she had long thought left in the dust of history.
Something warm and rubbery slithered around her leg: searching, questing, finally wrapping around it like a python constricting its prey. Corded muscles, steel-strong, held her firmly as the thing slithered lopped upwards, instinctually seeking something warm and inviting to bury itself into.
Fighting against her own panic, she forced herself to open her eyes.
Undulating back and forth, the serpentine creature weaved hypnotically back and forth, the pale moonlight shimmering along its glossy black length. Like a mute, she looked on without saying a word, her eyes fixated on the play of contrast, finding panic replaced by fascination as she found herself unable to look away.
Unfurling like a flower, the tip splayed open revealing a mass of smaller fronds repeating the same dancing patterns, viscous gloop dripping from their tips. Dulled recognition entered Jennifer’s head, her hands lifting to touch the sticky substance the thing had already left on her cheek. Revulsion bubbled up from deep within, and Jennifer found herself able to draw in the breath needed to scream.
Lightening fast, it slammed against her lips, fronds elongating in the blink of an eye to bind it to her face as it sort entrance. Fingers scrabbling, she found no purchase on the thing as it forced itself between her teeth with inhuman strength, pushing deeper in down into her throat.
Gagging, Jennifer bit down, but to no avail, finding the rubbery mass compacting without even the hint of giving away, and all the whole her struggles only burned seemed to burn up what little oxygen remained in her system. Vision tunnelling, lungs screaming for a breath of fresh air, Jennifer choked as the invader pushed even deeper.
She was only half aware of her jaws being forced further apart by the pulse that had travelled down the things’ length, her throat distending as the bulge moved along the creature’s length, depositing its gift into her stomach. Warmth radiated outwards, tinged with a gentle euphoria that seemed to be carried to every corner of her being. Panic morphed into arousal; fear into relaxed acceptance as Jennifer reached up in a daze to wrap her fingers around the intruder, stroking it with need as she felt a second and then a third pulse travel along its length, each load intensifying the heaviness that had begun to pervade her body.
With a gentle, sticky plop, it withdrew, and she took in deep, heaving breaths as she watched it take up it’s dance, once more. Finding herself unable to look away, all she could do was lay there as one by one it seemed to pluck out her thoughts, putting them gently to sleep.
Sensing placation, more and more tendrils spilled through the open window, wrapping around arms and legs, pushing into holes she had let no one touch before, latching onto her most sensitive places, dividing over and over until every nerve ending seemed to be caressed and teased with expert flourishes.
But the greatest pleasure was yet to come.
Legs gently but firmly pulled apart, Jennifer felt her panties shift, exposing her sex to the outside world. She shivered, revealing in being reduced to a meat puppet for something else to use.
Her soaked cunny clenched around the tendril as it slid into her, pushing deeper and deeper. Plugging her. Stretching her around it without asking. Kicking off a lightening storm of tingling pleasure that filled her up from head to toe with aching need.
Just quiet, blissful acceptance as it mechanically fucked Jennifer into submission. Head tilted back, eyes closed, she didn’t resist as a fresh tendril pushed back into her mouth, drinking greedily as she luxuriated in the mounting, back arched as any lingering motes of subconscious disgust were obliterated in a moment of white-hot gratification.
Trembling with the aftershocks, Jennifer sensed herself being lifted out into the summer night, the creature retreating with its prize back into the surrounding woodland as it prepared to create a willing conspirator in spreading its influence…
