Izzy stood in the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body, washing away the grime of the day. Her eyes were closed, a serene smile playing on her lips as the steam curled around her. She had just returned from a long day at work, and the feeling of the water on her skin was heavenly.
Her hands slid over her body, lathering up the soap, feeling the familiar contours of her breasts and stomach. The showerhead's spray danced across her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Without warning, she felt a strange presence in the shower with her. It was a pressure, a force that seemed to be caressing her skin, ghostly fingers that sent tingles of excitement through her body.
Her eyes snapped open, searching the steam-filled room for any sign of an intruder, but she was alone. Or so she thought. The invisible force grew bolder, cupping her breasts and gently squeezing them, making her gasp. The sensation was oddly erotic, and she felt a warmth spread from her core. The water continued to pound against her, but now it was the invisible hands that had her full attention. They began to knead her flesh with a surprisingly human touch, and she found herself leaning into the sensation.
The force grew more insistent, the ghostly digits moving down to her waist, then lower still, slipping between her thighs. Her breath hitched as she felt them tease her clit, swirling and flicking with a precision that left her questioning reality. It was as if some unseen lover had joined her in her most intimate moment, reading her desires without a single spoken word. Her hand hovered over her own, unsure if she should take over or let this ethereal being continue its ministrations.
Izzy's eyes remained wide with shock, her pupils dilated with a mix of fear and arousal. She watched as the invisible force began to spread her legs, the water sluicing down her skin as the pressure increased against her swollen nub. Her body responded instinctively, her knees buckling slightly, and she reached out to brace herself against the shower wall. The sensation was unlike anything she'd experienced before; it was as if her very soul was being touched, igniting a fire deep within her. Her heart raced, her tail swishing erratically behind her as the invisible hands grew more adept at their task.
The force grew bolder, slipping a digit inside her, and she couldn't hold back a moan. It was a strange, hollow sound that echoed in the tiled chamber. Her mind raced, trying to understand what was happening. This wasn't one of her usual encounters; she was always the one in control, the seductress, the one who drew out the deepest desires of those around her. Yet here she was, being pleasured by something she couldn't even see, couldn't even begin to comprehend. Her thoughts grew hazier as the rhythm of the phantom's touch grew more insistent.
Her hand found its way to her mouth, biting down on her knuckles to muffle her gasps. The water ran down her face, mixing with the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead. The sensation grew more intense, the invisible fingers curling inside her, hitting a spot that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her hips began to rock in time with the movement, her body moving of its own accord, desperate for more.
The force seemed to understand her needs, adding a second, then a third finger, stretching her open and filling her completely. It was as if she was being fucked by some ghostly lover, the sensation so overwhelming she could feel her knees giving way. Her hand slipped from the wall, and she slumped to the floor of the shower, the water now beating down on her back as the force pushed her to her limits. The tiles felt cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within her.
Izzy's moans grew louder, reverberating off the walls and mixing with the sound of the shower. The invisible hand's pace quickened, and she found herself riding the wave of pleasure, her body moving with a life of its own. Her tail thrashed wildly, slapping against the tiles in a rhythm that matched the unseen intruder's. Her breathing grew ragged, and she could feel her climax building, a storm of sensation that threatened to overtake her completely.
The force grew even more potent, adding to the intensity of its touch. It was as if it knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her body sing with pleasure. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, a dance of dominance and submission she hadn't anticipated. Her horns, usually so sensitive to her arousal, tingled with the force of it all, standing erect and pulsing with every thrust.
Her hand slipped from her mouth, and she let out a long, keening wail, the sound of it bouncing off the tiles and filling the room. The force took this as encouragement, and she felt a sudden, sharp pain as something much larger than a finger entered her. It was thick and unyielding, stretching her to her limits. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could only hang onto the shower rail for dear life as the invisible lover claimed her.
The phantom cock filled her completely, its girth unprecedented, and she could feel the head of it nudging against her cervix with every powerful thrust. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that was almost too much to bear, yet she found herself begging for more, her voice bouncing off the walls in a chant of need. The water continued to cascade around her, muffling the sounds of her ecstasy, but she knew that if anyone were to hear, they'd think she was being torn apart by some monstrous creature.
The force grew even stronger, the pace quickening as the invisible lover's grip tightened on her hips. Her own hand slipped between her legs, finding her clit and adding to the symphony of sensations. Her body was on fire, her skin slick with a mix of water and arousal. Her tail twitched and curled, seeking purchase on the slippery floor, as she rocked back and forth in a frantic pace.
The force seemed to sense her urgency, driving into her with an intensity that left her gasping for breath. The water stung her eyes, blurring her vision as she stared up at the ceiling.
The pressure grew unbearable, her body tightening around the invisible invader, and she knew she was close. "I'm- I'm going to cum," she panted out, her voice strained and desperate. The force didn't relent, instead it drove harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as the force continued to fuck her through the waves of pleasure. She screamed, the sound lost in the hiss of the shower, as her muscles clenched around the unyielding cock that filled her completely. It was a feeling of complete and utter release, her body shaking with the force of it.
The invisible lover didn't stop, though; it kept going, pushing her through peak after peak, until she thought she might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all. Her nails dug into the shower floor, leaving little half-moons of white in the tile as she struggled to stay grounded in reality. The room spun around her, and she felt as though she might float away on the current of her own desire.
As the climax subsided, the force slowed its rhythm, tenderly withdrawing leaving her panting and spent. The water continued to rain down on her, cooling her heated flesh, but she was still acutely aware of the presence in the shower with her. She looked around, her breathing ragged, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, but she remained alone, save for the lingering feeling of the phantom's touch.
She got up on shaky legs, the water still streaming over her. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel. Her legs felt like jelly, and she had to lean against the wall to keep herself upright. The bathroom was a steamy haze, the mirror fogged up, but she could see the flushed look on her own face, the way her tail still twitched with the aftermath of her climax.
Izzy took a deep breath, going to her bedroom and collapsing onto the bed, the towel pooling around her. Her heart raced, her breath coming in pants as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. It had been unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of terror and ecstasy that left her trembling. Her skin was still alive with sensation, her body humming with the echoes of pleasure.
