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It was Hallowe’en night. Outside, the mortal world celebrated with plastic masks and cheap candy. But I craved a real thrill, a true terror. I had spent seven Hallowe’ens trying to communicate with spirits, but to no avail. Tonight, I wasn’t summoning a familiar; I was calling something hungry from the deepest trench of the underworld.
My voice, raw and aching, delivered the final incantation: “Come, Shade of the Forgotten. Taste me, for I am willing.” The candles—tallow dipped in fat—did not flicker. They simply vanished, plunging the room into absolute, freezing darkness. Then, almost instantly, he materialized. He wasn’t a sheet or a spectral mist. He was the perfect, sculpted embodiment of shadow, a man stitched together from cosmic cold and palpable malevolence.
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His eyes were twin pinpricks of infernal light, and the predacious curve of his mouth made my breath catch in a gasp of fear and anticipation. It worked! Finally. “Amber,” the Shade hissed. His voice wasn’t sound; it was a frostbite that settled directly onto my spine, warming me from the inside out with sheer dread. “You called me. You know the cost of dealing in eternal things.”
“I know what I want,” I whispered, shedding my heavy velvet robe. The cold of the room was unbearable, yet my skin flushed hot in response to the forbidden presence. “The men of this world have never given me anything remotely satisfying. Show me what true hunger feels like.”
He smiled and took a step forward, flowing across the threshold of the circle without disturbing the chalk line, and I realized he was not exactly a physical form, not in the way mortals understood anyway. He was more like an energy. A pure, focused intent. When he finally touched me, there was no friction or no warmth. What I felt was the deepest, most profound chill I had ever experienced—like drinking frozen chaos. He didn’t use hands, but permeated my being, slipping through my skin like mist entering an open window.
I arched my back, a guttural sound escaping my throat. It was invasive and utterly violating, yet every cell in my body screamed for more. He permeated my throbbing pussy, filling it up and stretching it out. It was intense and unlike any cock I’d ever fucked.
The pleasure wasn’t just physical; he knew my deepest secrets, my most suppressed desires, and he stroked them with the dark mastery of a fallen king. I screamed as I came and my consciousness exploded into a million shards of dazzling white light and absolute darkness.
And, when I opened my eyes, he was gone.
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