I felt something on my body and my eyes slowly opened. All I could see was darkness and I felt a pressure on my waist. The bed creaked slightly and then I realized something was on top of me holding me down. I didn’t move, my eyes widened, and my heart raced. My body stiffened, I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Before I had the chance to move, the darkness in front of me started to pull away. As the dark background of my room came into vision, the thing that was holding me down became more visible. It was still night time and the moonlight through the window was the only thing giving the room any light, causing a soft silver glow.

I saw long dark hair draping around the sides of the person’s head. Their face was featureless. Even in the moonlight it was, there was no face, only darkness. I couldn’t even make out a body. They were just a silhouette sitting on top of me.

They lifted a hand and placed it on my face. A shiver shot through my spine and my stomach tightened. It felt as if the temperature of the room had dropped, and all I could hear was my racing heartbeat. I couldn’t breathe, but the figure wasn’t hurting me. It only continued to sit there.

After a moment, the figure pulled its hand away and leaned backward, still straddling me. The darkness began fading, if only slightly. The body of the figure started to come into view.

I could tell the figure was female by the shape of their body. She wasn’t wearing anything and her skin was pitch black. It was as if she was made of shadows with the slightest accents of light from the moon. She didn’t have a face, no matter how long I stared. But the longer I stared at her body, the more features became visible. Her hair was long and messy, falling around her shoulders and down to the bed. Her breasts were small and round, her nipples also a dark color, almost matching her skin.

The figure sat back further and brought her hands up to her breasts. She cupped them in her hands and gently squeezed. I watched in silence as she massaged herself, her body becoming more visible and detailed. Her fingers traced over her nipples and she squeezed them gently.

She looked at me, or at least it felt like she was looking at me. She stopped squeezing her breasts and placed her hands back on my chest. She ran her fingers along the fabric of my shirt, starting at my collar and moving down towards my boxers.

I watched her movements, frozen in place and unable to say or do anything. She ran her hands over my chest and stomach, then grabbed the bottom of my shirt. She pulled the shirt upwards and I raised my arms, allowing her to remove it. She set the shirt aside and stared at me, her featureless face still unnerving me.

The figure lowered her face to my neck and I felt her cold lips touch my skin. My entire body stiffened and my heart continued racing. She ran her hand over my chest and kissed my neck. The coldness of her lips and tongue sent a chill down my spine.

She moved her kisses to my cheek and then to my lips. I still couldn’t move or react, frozen in place. I stared straight ahead, trying to see any kind of face or eyes, but I couldn’t. There was nothing. She just kept kissing me, her tongue pressing against my lips.

My mouth gave in to her pressure and opened up. She shoved her tongue inside and began kissing me. Our tongues met and danced together, and her saliva tasted like mint. My body began to relax and her fingers ran through my hair. She pressed her body down on mine and her breasts pushed against my chest.

The figure stopped kissing me and I gasped for air, having not taken a breath during the entire kiss. She placed a hand on my cheek and stroked it gently with her thumb. Then she climbed off of me, the pressure of her body leaving. She lay beside me on the bed and placed a hand on my chest. She traced her hand down my chest, over my stomach, and then over the top of my boxers. She ran her hand over the bulge that had been forming and I let out a small gasp at her cool touch.

The figure slid her hand inside my boxers and I felt her cold, smooth fingers touch my erect cock. She caressed the length of it, then wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to stroke. She pumped her hand up and down the shaft, the tip of her index finger brushing against the underside of the head.

A groan escaped from my mouth and I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. She stroked faster, her thumb rubbing the head each time she reached the top. Then suddenly, her hand was gone and I felt a weight shift on the bed. I sat up, propping myself up on my elbows, and looked around.

She was gone. I was alone again. I was panting heavily and my heart was still pounding. I reached over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand, filling the room with light. I looked around and the room was empty. The covers of the bed were a mess and my shirt was lying on the floor where she had tossed it, but other than that there was no evidence of what just happened.

That’s when I felt something wet in my boxers. I looked down and there was a wet spot near the crotch. I peeled back the elastic and pulled the waistband down, revealing a large amount of semen. The front of my boxers were soaked and my stomach and part of the bed were covered in cum.

I lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling. The events of what just happened felt so real, yet there was no proof. The only evidence that it had actually happened was the mess on the bed and the fact that I had ejaculated, and even then, that could have easily been done in my sleep.

I got up from the bed and grabbed a towel. I cleaned the bed, then changed my boxers, and went to the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked in the mirror. I was disheveled, my hair a mess, and I had a look of panic and fear on my face. I stared at my reflection and took a deep breath.

Then I noticed a nearly invisible kiss mark on my neck. I stepped closer to the mirror and examined the mark. It was faint, but the outlines were clearly visible. They looked like small, black lips.

– – – – – –

The next few days, I thought back to what happened that night. The mark on my neck was gone and there were no other signs of the incident, but the memory was burned into my mind. The feeling of her cold skin, her kisses, the taste of her saliva, the face she had no face. It was all so bizarre, yet felt so real.

I didn’t tell anyone about it. If I told my family or friends, they would think I was crazy. Even if they believed me, I didn’t want the attention or questions that would come along with it. So, I decided to keep it to myself.

A few weeks went by and I hadn’t had any other dreams or encounters with the mysterious figure. I thought about her every now and then, but life returned to normal. That is, until one night...

I woke up in the middle of the night and checked the time. The digital clock on the nightstand said it was 1:15 am. As I lay back on my pillow to try and sleep, everything in front of me became dark. It was as if the darkness had moved and was blocking my vision.

The bed creaked and I felt pressure on top of me. I froze in place, unable to see anything. A familiar feeling came over me. Fear, nervousness, excitement. I felt a pair of cold lips brush against mine and a tongue enter my mouth.

I closed my eyes, not that it mattered. I couldn’t see anything, and kissing her back felt right. Her tongue danced with mine and I felt her hand grip my boxers. She pulled the waistband down and I felt her hand wrap around my flaccid cock. Her touch was just as Icey as the first time, and I began to get an erection.

The figure broke our kiss and started trailing her lips down my neck and chest. As the shadow of her face moved away, I could once again see the dim lighting of the room. She gave gentle kisses and licks down my body, chilling my skin and causing me to shiver.

Her kisses traveled lower and lower as she pulled at my boxers. I lifted my hips slightly to allow her to pull the underwear off completely, leaving me naked. My erection stood at full attention, throbbing with anticipation.

She grasped the shaft with her hand and stroked a few times, her hand still icy cold. I looked down and could see her dark form stroking me, a faint silver glow accenting her curves. She leaned down and gave the head of my cock a lick, sending a shiver through my body.

She licked the head again and ran her tongue along the underside. Once I felt her at my tip, I watched my cock disappear into the darkness of her face. My body trembled as her cool lips slid over the head and down the shaft. She slowly moved her head down, taking in more of my cock. It felt like I was sliding my cock into a block of ice, her mouth chilling me to the core.

I groaned as she started bobbing her head up and down, sucking gently. My hands gripped the sheets as my body was wracked with pleasure and the sensation of the cold. She would take my entire length down her throat, the head of my cock poking at her throat, then lift back up to the tip, sucking and licking the whole way.

My breathing was heavy and I moaned with each suck and lick. It didn’t take long before I was on the edge of orgasm. She sensed this and sped up, taking the entire length with every bob. The sensation was incredible, and her cold mouth felt amazing. My hips were jerking, knowing I was about to cum.

She didn’t stop, but I felt her grab the base of my shaft with her hand and squeeze, cutting off the orgasm. She stopped sucking, the head of my cock still in her mouth, and started massaging my balls with her other hand. She gently stroked my cock, keeping me right on the edge.

I was panting and moaning, unable to move or speak. All I could do was let her control me. After a moment, I felt my boxers sliding back up my body. She pulled her head away from my cock, releasing the head from her lips. She slipped my boxers over my cock, and the elastic snapped against my waist.

She placed a hand on my cheek and stroked it. My breathing calmed and she kissed me, her lips still icy. The kiss didn’t last long, and after she broke it, I opened my eyes and she was gone. The room was as it had been before, with no trace that she had been there.

My heart was racing and my boxers were sticking to the head of my cock. It was throbbing and pulsating as it finished cumming. I hadn’t even noticed that the orgasm had happened. My boxers were soaked with my semen.

I pulled off my boxers and wiped myself with them, tossing them to the floor. I lay back down and caught my breath. As the adrenaline wore off and my body started to relax. I began to drift off to sleep, hopeful that she would return right away.

– – – – – –

Weeks had passed and I hadn’t had a visit from the shadow girl. My dreams and imagination had been running wild, wondering when the next encounter would happen. The feeling of her skin, her lips, her tongue. They were all etched into my mind.

Finally, the night came. It was nearly identical to the first. I woke up in the middle of the night, unable to see in front of me. Then the pressure of her body on mine felt the exact same as when we first met. This time, I wasn’t scared or nervous. I was excited and ready.

I didn’t have to wait long for her to make a move. Her lips pressed against mine and her cold tongue entered my mouth. She was just as icy as before, but this time it felt good. Our tongues met and danced together, while her cold hand stroked my face.

She pulled away and sat up, straddling me. I admired what little of her dark body that I could see. Her round breasts were in perfect shape, and her nipples were a slightly lighter shade of gray. She looked down at me, or at least that’s what it felt like. Then she bent forward and kissed me again.

Without fear, I reached up and cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. She let out a quiet, icy moan into my mouth, and I felt her cold hands run through my hair. Her nipples hardened against my palms as I massaged her tits, squeezing and rolling the nipples between my fingers.

Her mouth left mine and I felt her start to trail her kisses down my neck and chest. My body shivered, but not from the cold. Her hands grabbed the waistband of my boxers and she slowly pulled them down. I lifted my hips, allowing her to remove the clothing.

As the boxers left my legs, I watched her set them aside on the nightstand. Her featureless face looked towards me and I gave her a slight smile. Her dark form climbed back on top of me, straddling my body.

I reached my hands forward and felt the smooth cool surface of her thighs. As my hands explored her, she sat up and grabbed my wrists. She guided my hands up her sides and to her breasts, letting me hold and squeeze them again.

“You’re so beautiful...” I whispered, admiring the dark, featureless woman.

She leaned forward and kissed me again. I closed my eyes and melted into her icy lips. Her cold body was pressed against mine and our tongues collided. My hands wrapped around her, pulling her body against me. No matter how hot I became from arousal and physical activity, her skin always felt freezing against mine.

I could feel her moving and readjusting her body. Then I felt her icy pussy brush against my hard cock. The contact sent a chill through my body, a similar effect as her saliva. She continued kissing me and grinding against my erection, the underside rubbing against her clit.

After a moment, she moved forward, sliding her pussy over the tip of my cock. I moaned as she pushed down, sliding me inside of her. Her insides were as cold as her lips, the feeling of her chilling me to the bone.

Once she was fully seated, she placed her hands on my chest and sat up. I stared up at her as she started riding my cock, the moonlight reflecting off her skin and making her shimmer slightly. She rolled her hips and rode my cock, her tight pussy gripping me and freezing me.

My head was spinning. The cold feeling inside of me and around my cock was intense. It felt like I was sitting in a freezer. I wanted to pull her close and embrace her, but I also wanted to push her off and jump into a hot shower.

As I continued staring at her dark form, her movements slowed. She stopped bouncing on me and sat down on my cock, taking it all inside of her. Her hands ran through her hair, pulling the messy locks behind her head.

Then she leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of me. I felt her cold breasts press against my chest, her body weight pressing down on me. She moved her hips, grinding her pelvis against mine, my cock still deep inside of her.

Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her breath on my lips. But there were no features, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, I couldn’t see anything at all. It was just an empty, featureless face, a darkness, a void.

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations, the smell of mint on her breath, the feeling of her body against mine, and the cold pleasure inside of her. The combination was intoxicating and I felt a wave of pleasure shoot through me.

I gripped her body and let out a groan as I orgasmed. She kept grinding and rolling her hips as my cock shot load after load inside of her. The waves of pleasure rolled over me and the depths of her cold slit only intensified the orgasm.

As my cock emptied inside of her, she stopped grinding. I lay beneath her, breathing heavily, my entire body tingling as I stared into the darkness of her face. She placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me, her soft lips freezing mine to hers. Then...

I was alone.

My boxers were off and right where she placed them. My body was cold yet covered in sweat. This time there was no mess of semen left over. For the first time I had unloaded into her body, and it seemed that it had vanished when she did, as if still inside her.

– – – – – –

Over the next weeks, she didn’t return. It had been almost a month since our last encounter. The memories of her were still vivid, her touch, her scent, her cold body. But I had no proof that any of it was real. I was beginning to doubt myself. Had it all been a dream? Had it been my imagination? Was I just fantasizing the entire thing?

“Hi,” A soft feminine voice said in a chilling whisper.

I was lying in bed, facing the wall. I heard the voice behind me and quickly rolled over. I was met with the featureless void of her face. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders and her bark body glowed under the moonlight.