It was your New Years resolution to renovate some of the rooms in the house you brought. The house was in a mostly good condition when you brought it, with the seller saying that the only thing that a dining room in the west part needed renovating. The caller didn't tell you that the last owner turned it into a semi greenhouse, and that some of the plants were growing into the second floor. Didn't help matters that it was right next to the bedroom, meaning you could smell moss and damp as you where sleeping.
But you had frankly gotten fed up of not being able to use a few rooms in the house due to some absolute moron deciding to grow plants in it and you had been putting it off for the last few months. You went to the supply store up in town and got what you needed, which was weedkiller, a pressure washer and quite a few new boards,seeing as the old ones were rotted out to the point of stepping on them made them break.
You had shut the door when you fist discovered the room, the stench of mold prevalent on your nose to the point it was gut renching. This time when you opened it you'd at least breathed in before doing so. You breathed in and opened it, looking at the dirty floor as you entered. You breathed in and then out again,the stench of damp and moss hitting you like a car crash, causing you to splutter slightly before moving forward, getting a proper look at the place for the first time in months.
As to be expected, most the Windows had either been smashed or removed, causing the plants to be watered and therefore grow into this mess of vines and leaves on the floor, making it hard to navigate. The soil had went inside the the cracks in the floorboard, causing weeds to grow into the floor. The roof was coming off due to the damp and vines were going through said roof. But more noticeable was a hole in the floor. A notably black hole. This had peaked your interest due to it being the only thing in the room that wasn't made out of covering in plant matter.
You walked over, hearing the floorboards creek as you did so, before arriving at the edge of the hole. The hole was deep and vast, looking nearly endless. As you gazed into it, you could swear you could see colors flash against your eyes as you looked into it. You discarded to test if it was really endless by ripping out one of the weeds nearby and chucking it into the pit. And it fell. And it fell. And it just kept falling and falling. By the time you had lost sight of it you had been staring for a couple of minutes.
"Holy fucking shit." You said to yourself as you got up for the dirt incrusted floor and walked right into the next room. Your mind was rushing with thoughts about what the hell to do with the hole. You could call the police but they most likely wouldn't come to your aid, seeing as "found a hole that never ends in my house" doesn't sound a valid reason to call the police. You didn't know any scientists that could come to your house and investigate what it was. You probably couldn't just board it either, seeing as nothing in that room that was alive wanted anything to do with it and,if anything lived in there, some wood probably wouldn't even delay it.
Eventually, after having a drink and calming your nerves, you went back into the dining room.As you went to walk in, you could swear you could hear something making the floorboards creak. It was quite the possibly that something had climbed out but it was most likely just the floorboards straining under moss and wetness. You did your best to avoid the hole after that, making sure nothing went into it. You began ripping at the vines and tearing out the plants, chucking them in a garbage bag, all while glancing at the hole.
Eventually the sun started setting, the room growing darker as it did, calling for you to relax. After all, hole not withstanding, you did do a pretty good job of getting the vines out, despite there being more you had to rip out still. After taking one more glance at the hole, only to realise that a book was now resting beside it. The book was as black as the hole, looking pretty weighty as well. After grabbing the book,you walked back into your room, the smell of mold less potent then before. You felt the urge to read the book,putting it onto your lap as you started to read. Much to your suprise, the book was written in English, albeit with some worotong in other languages occasionally showing up. After a while of reading the book and wondering if any of it was real, you started to slowly dose of as your vision went black.
You woke up a few hours later, something keeping you awake. You looked around.p the room, your eyes darting towards a corner, where a shadow was located. The shadow looked vaguely like a woman but you couldn't quite place what it exactly it looked like. It was also perfectly black. The shadow the started moving, taking a step towards you. You would of assumed you were having a fit if sleep paralysis if you didn't shoot up to look at the thing.
You flicked on a lamp that sat on a bedside desk, seeing more of the creatures form. It was lick apthe shadow of woman had become 3D and started moving, only that I didn't have the features of one woman. It morphed thought several different styles of hair and size of body parts as she moved. You looked up at her head, two black circles and what appeared to be a mouth.
Suddenly the mouth moved, a loud blurr of sound coming out. You could swear you could here some English in what just came out of her, and some of a couple different languages or at least languages you recognised. You decided that it would be proabably be best not to speak out of fear of pissing her off. She moved her hand to your chest, the feeling of her evershifting hand being bit warm yet cold.
You felt a slight swipe of some fingers tickle your waste, followed by a sudden rush of air. Looking down, you became aware of the fact that she had cut open your trousers and, by extension, your pants. You looked at her everchanging body, trying to ignore how suddenly hard you were was she moved her hips upward, leaving them above your now erect cock. You took a moment to analyse her pussy, the slit darker then the rest of her body, the same with her nipples. You didn't have much time to look, because before you could blink she had slammed down onto you.
Her pussy was mindblowing. Her pussy ever tight and just tight enough to fit your cock in, her insides feeling much like how a fractal looked, neverending and feeling like it was moving. If you had any chance of running away before, it was gone. Your mind simply couldn't keep up with the sensations, your hands scratching at the bed as she began to move up and down.
You felt as her evertightning cunt squeezed and pushed against you, the number of muscles constricting and morphing around you as it brushed up and down your cock, each ,movement taking more breath out of your lungs. You find enough strength to move your arms up to her ass, managing to grasp at the thick black piles of flesh, which were surprisingly soft, moulding to your fingers as it morphed.
Her hands grasped onto your shoulders,the same feeling of cold and warmth coursing down your veins as she kept bouncing on your cock, her moans being the same mash of languages as when she spoke before. Each time she hit your waist it felt you were going have the most powerful orgasms of your life, your bed creaking as she furiously slammed into you.
You gripped her harder as she continued to assault both your senses and your penis, your moans growing more and more rapid, your heart beating so hard that you figured you might die before it was over. You felt the pressure begin to build up the end of your cock, gritting your teeth as you tried to hold it in as she started to slow down , moving ever so slowly,teasing you. At least you know that she could understand you now.
Eventually the teasing became too much for you, forceing the pressure in your cock to rapidly decrease as you orgasmed, a flood of cum flowing out of you cock and into her pussy. You felt like you were orgasming for hours, when in reality it was probably much shorter. After you had finished off the best orgasm of your life ,your body slamming onto the bed as she loomed over you. At this point you were about a breath away from falling asleep, your eyes open just enough see that she was about to kiss you, just before you completely crashed into slumber.
You woke up late the next morning, your entire body acheing as you rested your head on your pillow, turning to face the book that came from the hole. Deciding that the best course of action is to read to book and see what it was, you grabbed to book and starting skimming through, eventually settling on a page describing your lover. Completely black, shifting constantly, looks like a woman, it all fit perfectly. You had now found out that she was a god of sorts which is a bit of a revelation. What the actual fuck could you do now that a god had just had sex with you? It also didn't help that the sex probably did things to your body, seeing as all of it was aching. Do you stay in the house and possibly die from what comes to you at night while your in it or leave and let another person deal with the god? You were actually leaning towards the first. After all, there's no telling that it was killing you, despite the acheing coming from your body, and the sex was absolutely amazing.
And the only way to find out was to let her fuck you again.
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