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Authors name: Grav_id (grav_id@hotmail.com)
Story title : Unseen, The
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The Unseen (MF, supernatural, nc, preg)
By Grav_id (grav_id@hotmail.com)
***
A pretty dark haired girl has inherited a large old
house. But the old house is, of course, not entirely
empty.
***
This story is a product of Grav Id's twisted mind. To
enjoy it fully you should have a taste for fantasy,
beautiful women and a pregnancy fetish.
The old mansion towered up into the night sky above her
as she made her way towards the old, wooden gate. Her
long dark dress slithered over the ancient causeway
without making any sound. The only thing she could hear
was her own steady heartbeat and the distant fluttering
of bats. The moon was full, and she could see her
reflection in one of the great windows.
The sight of her reflection made her smile, something she
seldom did. She was satisfied with herself, her long, her
straight black hair framing her pure white face. Her hair
hung down over her shoulders allowing the moonlight
revealed an ample cleavage and more white skin... It made
her feel whole, and this place felt more like home than
anywhere else on earth. The fact that she had never trod
this ground before didn't seem to matter.
She pulled open one of the ancient doors, and went
inside.
The sight of a great hall greeted her, with a large
stairway leading up to the first floor. Through the
windows the moonlight shone in, bathing her and the hall
with a silvery light and made her skin come alive with a
soft glow. It was welcoming her home, she thought. Her
brown eyes scanned the richly ornamented room, then
almost in a trance, she started up the big stairway. Her
stairway, she though, while she affectionately stroked
the finely engraved railing.
Through a door she went, and walked slowly down a long
corridor while she amused herself looking in her
reflection in the many mirrors she passed, still embraced
by her lifelong companion, the moon. She teased herself
by stroking her fingers down her body, rounding her hips
and further down her long well shaped legs. Her beautiful
red lips opened in a false moan as she pleasured herself
that way. Her teeth, white as polished marble, revealed a
knowing smile. Her second smile in as many months. This
place felt more right the more time she spent here.
Her stroll stopped to a halt before a solid door at the
end of the corridor. She gave the handle a light pull,
and the door opened slowly, revealing a great bedroom.
This had to be where the owner of the house once slept,
she thought. Her third smile came when she realized the
room belonged to her now.
Idly, she walked to the beautiful, broad bed. Amazed by
the fact that nothing had fallen victim to decades of
disrepair, she pulled down the blanket that covered the
window, letting her friend illuminate her bedroom in all
its glory.
She turned, looking puzzled at the closed door. She could
not recall closing it. Then, suddenly, she felt something
beautifully soft and warm touch her lips, almost as if
the were air that had reached out and kissed her.
She took a startled step backwards toward the bed, while
running her fingers over her tingling lips. A pair of
unseen hands suddenly touched her, running down the
sides of her body. Almost like her dress wasn't there.
She wrapped her hands around herself as if trying to
shield her body. But she could not avoid taking another
step backwards, her thighs touching the bed.
Trapped. Unable to move any further away from the
phantom, she fell onto the bed. The air gave her a warm
kiss on her neck, while the unseen hands supported her
fall. She turned around and tried to crawl away, but
something embraced her and gently turned her over, and
ever so gently bringing her down onto her knees, face to
face with nothing.
The air seemed embrace her again, and she felt a kiss
that tickled down her spine and made her shake from
terror... and something else, she could not decide. When
she tried to push against her unseen assailant, she lost
her balance and fell backwards upon the pillows, her
black hair spreading out around her head like a shiny
black aura.
Defeated, she laid on the bed trembling, with feelings
she had never felt before. Terror and a strange
anticipation caused her first tears to slowly stream down
her delicate features. Then she felt a weight pin her
down, and an unseen finger stroked away her tears.
She tried to move again, but the unseen weight was still
on top of her, kissing her, biting her. She kicked at the
air, vainly trying to hit something, anything, but she
could only feel the air solidify and spread her legs
apart.
She gasped as she felt something bite her left nipple
causing it to stiffen against her will. She yelped as the
air moved to the right, giving her other nipple the same
treatment. Looking down at her body she could see both
nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress,
standing impossibly erect upon her firm breasts.
Her arms where pinned. She was lying unmoving on the bed.
From a distance it made her seem relaxed, although she
writhed a little, as from pleasure. But up close, her
eyes where wide with fear and her lips strained to make
noise. But she could only pant from her exertion. Then
suddenly she arched her slim body, trying to shake
herself loose in one wild final attempt.
But the air just continued to gently stroke her beautiful
hair, as if soothing her. Then she felt the kiss again,
extinguishing the last of her frail strength and set her
body tingling. The kiss went on, and on, her lips pressed
against something solid an at the same time soft,
impossible sweet air filled her lungs as she breathed it
in.
She could not stop herself writhing on the sheets, now
from pleasure. Her body responded no longer to her own
will, but only to the gentle play from the air all around
her.
The unseen hands moved to massage her neck, then downward
to her breasts, and then her belly. She could feel them
stroking her loins as she futilely tried to voice a
protest. But all she could hear escape her lips, was a
weak yet inviting moan of pleasure. Genuine pleasure. She
was lost...
She felt her legs being spread wider, making room for
something she could not see, but her belly fluttered in
anticipation. Another kiss came, and this time she
responded.
She jumped and yelped as she felt something pushing
against her crotch. She was no virgin, yet in an instant
she could feel the air push against a barrier inside her,
almost like this time was her first. Then she felt a
flick of pain as the mysterious barrier broke and she
arched her back as her unseen lover entered her.
She vaguely noticed that something suckled at her breasts
making them expand and fill her bodice to the limit. Her
nipples stiffened even more as the solid air in her
crotch started moving. First like a gentle breeze, then
adding speed as she threw her head back and forth gasping
from the treatment she was receiving.
She felt the tingling growing, amassing as her muscles
tensed. The air thrust one last time and held itself deep
inside and she entered a hurricane of pleasure as the
immense tension exploded inside her> In her extreme
pleasure she squirmed wildly on the bed. Then she felt
herself being filled by a warm liquid, but it must have
been air...
She finally stopped thrashing and gasping for breath.
Finally she sat up against her pillows and studied
herself. Her dress was whole, still absorbing the soft
moonlight, bur her bodice felt a little too tight though.
She loosed it a little, and registered that her nipples
were still erect. It even felt like the tingling in her
breasts had intensified.
Puzzled, she tried to rise, but an unexpected tightness
in her stomach caused her to drop back on the pillows and
she clutched her abdomen. She saw dark spots form on her
dress and felt her breasts throb with her heartbeat,
pounding on their prison.
She loosed her bodice a little more, and discovered that
her breasts felt so swollen because they were filling
with rich, warm milk, the same milk that now dripped from
her nipples. She could almost feel her hips expanding a
little as with her own eyes saw her lithe form becoming
more rounded, straining against the seems of her dress.
Her hands quickly moved from her breasts to her stomach
as she saw for the first time her once flat belly
becoming slightly curved. In the moonlight the lace of
her bodice started to come a part and the two mounds of
flesh slowly came into view, puffed up by the pressure
inside them. She had to massage her breasts as they
swelled, continuing to strain the seams of her bodice.
They were perfectly spherical and the milk now dribbled,
soaking her clothing.
A tight sensation brought her eyes back to her belly, now
more than just curved. She felt the fabric of her dress
go taunt around her abdomen. As it grew outwards, filling
her with a ever-building pressure, she looked like she
had swallowed one of her pillows, and was eating away on
another.
As the seams of her dress finally gave away, and her
white, distended navel shone through it in the moonlight,
the first sense of movement inside her womb finally made
her realize what was happening. The now football sized
bump in her belly could only be one thing - the result of
life growing inside her.
Her breast had grown large enough to allow her to taste
her own milk, and she drank deeply, relishing the feeling
of relieved strain in her pressurized mounds. She pressed
her hands on either side of her growing belly, urging the
life to sprout faster in her fertile womb. She gasped
anew for air as her belly pushed though her dress tearing
the material, making the dress useless. A ripping sound
came to her ears as the bodice finally gave away, and
milk started to flow down her cleavage.
She looked as if a large beach ball was inflating inside
her. Her belly became more and more spherical, like her
breasts. She could only spread her legs as her womb
swelled into every crevice of her body and started
outwards.
She gritted her teeth as her skin grew taunt over her
belly, but instead of pain, she felt a strange erotic
pleasure. She arched her back as her breasts reached
their limit, but the flow of milk only increased, the
skin of her bosom made stretching noises that resonated
into her now fully beach ball sized, and still growing
belly.
Her 'young' moved inside her, and she stroked her
straining, white skin, comforting it as she reached her
limit, groaning, inevitably filling with impossible
growth. She felt the hurricane coming closer, filling her
once more with endless waves of ecstasy. And she gave
birth.
After moments of lightning flashes and waves that crashed
inside her head, she was left panting, finally to
straightened herself in the bed as her sons flowed out of
her room, closing the door after them.
She was exhausted, but she rarely needed sleep anymore.
Out of the habit, she tried to swing her bare feet out of
the bed and sit up, but as always, unseen hands embraced
her from behind, something kissed her neck tenderly,
pushing her back down onto the mattress. A part of her
wanted to shriek in terror, but most of her just moaned
loudly as she lay back down and spread her legs, already
sensing the too familiar feeling of growth in her round
breasts, and the warm liquid air filling her crotch once
again...
Grav Id
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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