When the Howling Comes

This audio was done specifically for the Halloween contest... my first kind of erotic horror audio so be gentle!

For the first time ever I have listened back to the audio and typed out the story, for those that wish to read as well. I did not write the story first, so please forgive the tense changes in the written, quirks of talking that cannot be translated to paper! It is also very hard to type moans and oohs and aahs... so there's a bit of lost in translation!!

I hope you enjoy, please remember to vote, and I look forward to the feedback!

sxy_kitten(LTC)

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The move was supposed to help me with the writing. Get the creative juices flowing; get away from the bustle of the city, the bright lights, the noise, and the endless interruptions. It's a small village, the sort of place you could drive through without noticing; a few families, older folk, friendly but cautious, mildly curious, very superstitious. My friends worried I'd be lonely but I'm not lonely, because I am not always on my own.

Not long after I arrived I went down to the store, the old lady behind the counter welcomed me with open arms, but a sense of trepidation. As she packed my bags I looked up at the calendar on her wall, and saw that it was the 31st October , All Hallows Eve, my favourite holiday festival. Around the date was a black bold ring of ink. I asked 'Do you celebrate Halloween in the village? Do the local children trick or treat?' I heard her gasp, saw her cross herself and hurry around the counter to me. She took my hand, ran a finger across the back of it in a pattern, as if to ward me, protect me. 'We do not celebrate Halloween my dear, not here. I would warn you to be inside well before dark. Stay safe tonight. Lock your windows and your doors'.

That night it was so warm but I heeded her warning and locked the doors, made sure the windows were barred. As I'd walked through town back to my cottage I saw everyone doing the same, locking their doors, bringing their children in before dark, a sense of urgency about them.

I was curled up in bed reading when I heard something brush my window... I put my book down and went to look out but there was nothing there. As I turned to go back to bed I heard it, the howl. Long, low, beautiful. The most wonderful feeling started to envelope my body, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. Goosebumps tickled my arms. My muscles tensed slightly as if, as if they were preparing for, something. It was as if they were ready. But it wasn't to run, there was an almost sense of anticipation, my body was alive! Deep muscles in my pussy contracted, my knees buckled just a little when I felt it, my hands gripping the edge of the windowsill. I collected myself, shook my head and turned back to go to bed.

But the howl came again.

I rushed back to the window, and I couldn't help it, I opened it and leaned out. I couldn't see anything. Shaking myself again I lay back down in the bed just so I could see out the window. It was a beautiful evening. The moon was high and full. I didn't need covers, I'd stripped off my clothes and just had the tiniest pair of panties and lace bra on. Lying on the bed I started to rub my clit, around it, before slipping down into my pussy. I couldn't ... I needed something to fill me, and I wanted... I wanted to feel something against my skin. I wanted to be touched. The howl came again and it was, it was like I was enveloped in the feeling, in a caress. I felt a hand run up my leg, I could feel it! I can't describe it! I felt a caress touching the underside of my knee... I called out...! My, nipples ached as I rolled them between my fingers. My pussy muscles clenched around the finger slipped inside. My thumb was against my clit, rubbing, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards.

Nobody would believe me if I told them. Nobody would believe it if I wrote it down. You have to be here, you have to experience it. You have to have the connection.

I started rubbing my clit more and more. The breeze picked up a little and slid over my skin and then I felt fingertips, underneath the arch of my foot. It made me cry out, so sensitive, so packed with nerve endings and yet... there was nobody there! There was nothing there but I could feel it! Ah! What is happening? I could feel a hand wrapped around my ankle, slide up my leg... I took my hands away and felt the pressure of fingertips up the inside of my thigh. I couldn't help it; I slipped my panties down off my legs, hoping I wouldn't break the contact. I spread my legs across the bed, pulled my bra down to expose my breasts, pushing them up. My nipples were so hard, red, beautiful!

I looked out the window, looking straight up at the moon and I heard the howl again, and again, one, two, three different ones. Different tones, different pitches over one another, with one another, singing! Beautiful! I felt the pressure between my legs, fingers... they were taken away and I cried out 'Please don't leave me; please don't stop, please, more!' I felt the pressure underneath my knees drawing them up and feeling soft skin against mine, as if someone were kneeling between my thighs and then the unmistakeable feeling of the head of a cock between my lips, rubbing up and down where my fingers had been, coating itself in my juices...

God it felt so good! It feels good! I wanted more, I want it please. I don't care whether it was a dream, whether it was real, I wasn't scared I just, I relished the touch, the feel! It was tender, it was sweet, back and forth against my clit, then sliding between my lips and pushing inch by inch inside of me. I could feel it filling me, stretching my pussy around it. I felt hands spread out across my stomach, running up, caressing my skin, kneading my skin until they cupped my breasts. My back was arched into them, my arms slung to the sides; I wanted whatever it was to touch me more, to do more. And then that final push forward, that last inch, that buried to the hilt feeling, that grinding of a pelvis against my clit. Warm, big, soft hands around me, everywhere!

I closed my eyes, dropping my head back. Oh god something, someone, something was fucking me and the howling was in my head, in my ears, everywhere around me. Enveloping me. Caressing me. Fucking me! It wouldn't stop. It felt so good! I hadn't been touched in, months, not since I started writing again. And then I came here and there was something here for me, something wants me.

Oh god yes, fuck, that's it fuck me, god I don't care! Oh god I'm getting so close, so close I can feel myself running along the edge of an orgasm, that beautiful fine line between the two, just wanting, waiting for that something extra just to push me over the edge. I felt dizzy with the feeling.

And then the howling stopped.

I felt the pressure around me, within me, start to ease, as if someone was drawing away. My body panicked and then that sense of calm coming back from the edge of orgasm. Frustrated. Abandoned. Left. Lonely. I felt bereft. Lying catching my breath I felt the presence leave. Tears stung the corner of my eyes and I just lie there for what seemed an eternity. My body relaxed, retreating from the pleasure and back to the lonely. I began to drift off, sleep trying to claim me.

And then I heard it. The howling. But this time it was in the room and my body was on fire. I thought I saw something, nothing; the tiniest glimpse of movement and my head was spinning. Electricity went through my nerve endings and my body responding again. My pussy began to contract, limbs humming. I reached behind me and unclipped my bra, now totally exposed to everything and anything, whatever he or it was, whatever it wanted. The howling became more intense, louder. A spark of fear ran through me, and then I felt it, the fingertips, the knuckles running up the inside of the arch of my foot and another up my ankles, another pushing my knees apart, fingertips pulling my nipples and feeling the contact between my legs.

I was dripping; there would have been a wet patch on the bed. My nipples were being rolled, the feeling of hands all over me, and somebody, something between my legs. Oh fuck, fuck, yes please. Pushing and then... feeling a cock buried to the hilt, one swift, quick movement. Then the fucking, over and over, my thighs spread wide on the bed, hands all over me; my stomach... nails raking down my sides, fucking me... over and over. The feeling of teeth on my neck, biting, nipping, kissing and I was rushing again, rushing towards that edge. Praying that this time I would be pushed over and I get to cum. I was so desperate. I needed more... please, please don't stop! Please don't let the howling stop, it was so beautiful. I could feel caresses everywhere, deep within me, wanting me, taking me, desperate.

Oh god, filled, stretched. It hurts so good! I am getting so close... please don't stop! Please just give me that little bit extra, just push me over the edge! Yes, that's it, please.... ah fuck yes!!! Yes, beautiful, beautiful sweet release, oh fuck!

I was just coming down when the howling stopped and I tried to hold onto the feeling, the pressure on my skin but it just evaporated, withdrew, left me there. My skin glistened with sweat and my body... the aftershocks, the spasms, the amazing sense of feeling fucked, sated, caressed, fuck yes.

And I waited, lying on my bed the night of every full moon for the next 11 months, and the howling never came. Just as I had given up I noticed the villagers ushering their children indoors as dusk approached. Halloween was upon us again. I rushed home but not with a sense of fear, but of longing!

My trip here was supposed to be for a year, a lifetime later I am still here. Still waiting for the next Halloween. Trading my life and 364 days a year for that one night, when the howling comes.