One Last Boo
As a child, the monster under the bed was terrifying. Now a grown woman, that same monster offers a very different kind of thrill.
This story was written for Kio Redsen as part of my "Between the worlds" themed Patreon Request Day. <3 It contains masturbation and sexual acts between consenting adults, and spoopy goings on. :3
One Last Boo
For the first time in almost a year, the bed was occupied. After months upon months of silence; many full moons passing in which the beast had dragged itself out from under the bed to find that there was no-one present to torment with his hideous visage, at last there was someone present. The beast listened to the old wooden bed frame creaking and shuddering, flicking its tendrils and licking its long, squid-like beak in excitement. Was this a child? A child jumping up and down upon the bed with the youthful enthusiasm that would soon turn to terror when it made itself known? Oh, what a treat that would be. What a chance. One last hurrah, before it crept off in search of a new bed under which it could live as some new child's monster.
Out it slopped and slithered its way, its oozing, jelly like form rippling in the pale light shining through a gap in the drapes. It was too impatient to wait for the being above to sleep. To stop her giddy bouncing and retire for the night. It was too eager to simply have reached up and teased at an outstretched ankle with a sloppy, clammy tentacle. It wanted a big scare. One last occasion upon which to sear itself into the mind of the room's owner, leaving her always wondering... always asking herself, had it just been a nightmare? Some strange and horrific dream that seemed so real she couldn't even remember waking up from within it? Or... could it possibly have been real?
Dragging itself over to the wardrobe, where the beam of light shimmering through the drapes was at its broadest, the monster drew itself up to full height. It exposed itself fully, cowled in its own slime like the outstretched wing-like flesh of a flying squirrel, razor-fanged and many eyed. Its tentacles thrashed and whipped, snapping at the air, and it drew in a breath to let loose the sort of wild, unearthly howl that over the eons had driven many a child to wet the bed long after their parents believed them to be trained out of such immaturity. As glowing green venom dripped from its circular maw, a spined tongue flicking back and forth within, it turned its fiery red eyes upon the bed ready to unleash itself in all its otherworldly horror, and...
The bed kept on creaking, and a long, whimpering moan echoed around the bedroom that froze the monster in its tracks.
"Oohh... deeper, d-deeper, please..."
The figure on the bed was no child, no mere adolescent even. They were grown. They were an adult. Eighteen... maybe even nineteen years old, now the monster actually took the time to inhale the mortal scent that was surprisingly thick and heavy in the air. They, or rather, she, was lying on her front; shoulders hunched down against the bed, up on her knees, and totally naked. Both hands were resting between the clouded leopard's legs, beneath two quivering buttocks and a tail that whipped through the air, and while the fingers of one savaged her clitoris with rapid saw-like strokes back and forth, she plunged the digits of the other into her spread open and glistening damp pussy with shameless, desperate urgency.
"C'mon. C-come on! Fuck. Fuck , j-just cum..."
She wailed in a voice that was muffled by the pillow into which she was crying, but which echoed in the monster's mind like she was screaming not only at the top of her lungs, but directly into its ears. She was so plaintive. So pitiful. It was almost like her inability to achieve the satisfaction she craved was... scaring her. And yet, the monster whose whole purpose was to torment whomsoever occupied that bed took no joy in her desperation. It was meant to cause fright through intimidation, sure, but all to a purpose. To instil in a child the fears of those things that nature no longer was able to provide an innate training against. Strangers. Dark and unknown places. All the dregs of society that were far, far worse than some mythical idea of a monster under the bed. What it was witnessing here... this was a different kind of fear. A lack of control not over the outside world, but over the mortal woman's own body. It was horrifying to behold, and much as it enthralled the beast to witness a mortal woman's self pleasure, it would almost have rather been back under the bed than see her unable to achieve the release she craved.
Unless...
Its tentacles flicked. Its eyes widened.
It was such a taboo. Unthinkable. And under any normal circumstance, the thought would never even have crossed the monster's mind. But, these weren't normal circumstances. This creature was no child. She was an adult not just to the monster's eyes, but those of her own society.
"Oh god. O-ohhh god, please..."
Again she wailed miserably, strained and helpless as her hands obviously began to tire, her wrists aching from the angle at which they were twisted to try and satisfy whatever passionate fires were burning out of control through her trembling, naked body. She begged. She called out for someone, for anyone to help quell that heat which her fingers were obviously ill-suited to manage.
The monster slipped forward, shivering, dripping, oozing and bubbling as it crept towards the bed. Its tentacles wriggled and rippled through the air. They reached out towards the mortal woman. Towards her curling toes and jiggling buttocks. Towards her thrashing tail, and the fingers jabbing wearily at her soaked but seemingly insatiable loins.
The mortal didn't cry out in terror as the beast's tendrils wrapped around her wrists and dragged her fingers free, only to replace them with a thick, oozing tentacle that reached deeper, and thrust harder than she could ever have managed. She wailed in shock, sure. And as her neck snapped around, muzzle wide open and gurgling in pleasure as her eyes rolled back, she looked at the monster with disbelieving horror. And yet, at that same moment, there was a flicker of recognition. Of memory from her childhood. From the long, dark nights of her youngest years... fearful of that which lived under her bed.
"Y-you?"
She grunted, clawing at the bedding and barely stifling a now wholly unmuffled scream as the tentacle stuffed inside her pussy wriggled and twitched, pushing in and out even as it dragged across her g-spot.
"Please... I... I'm not afraid. I'm n-not... oh god. O-oohhh... just... please, fuck me. Deep. Hard. Fuck me."
Out of her mind with lust, the grown woman begged to the vicious and monstrous creature. And with a hiss, and a blinking of its many, glowing red eyes, the monster obeyed.
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It was more than an hour later by the time the clouded leopard's screams finally began to fade, and she sank to the bed with a goofy, weary, but above all else satisfied little giggle. She purred as the monster oozed and slopped its way down to lie beside her, and cuddled up to it, caressing the cheek of its fanged and many eyed face.
"I... t-that was... oh fuck... thank you."
She shuddered, giggling again with bashful delight as the monster's tentacle started to withdraw from her pussy. Her legs clamped down around it, and she shook her head.
"L-leave it in. Just... hold me. Stay with me. In me."
Biting her bottom lip, it was obvious the feline woman was considering saying something. The monster's eyes roamed up and down her plump, curvaceous body, and hissed with encouragement. She smiled, convinced that she was obviously in safe hands... and claws... and drippy, oozy tendrils.
"I left my favourite toy in my dorm. It must sound so stupid, like I need a toy to masturbate. But... fuck, since I got it? My sex life... even solo, it's been... fuck. Y'know?"
The monster said nothing, but a couple of its more minor tentacles reached up and caressed the feline woman's cheeks just as she was stroking its own. The clouded leopard smirked.
"I guess I've gotten a bit spoiled. I didn't think it would be such a big deal. When I started though... god, I've never felt so... helpless. So afraid. I couldn't cum, and it was like that orgasm was the only thing I needed. More than air. More than anything. And you gave me that. You saved me."
She sighed happily, wriggling against the thick tentacle still pressed into her pussy. Scooting a little closer to the monster, she pressed her lips to the oozing flesh just above its gaping and toothy maw. It was like she didn't see the horrific visage that presented to the world. Like she truly didn't care how physically repellent it was born to be. The monster didn't know how to feel about that. But finally, at long last, that kiss forced it to say something. Forced it to speak.
In a bestial, serpentine hiss, the monster whispered to the mortal woman words that should have disgraced it and sickened it to even think. And yet, in that moment it meant every last one of them.
"I'm sorry that I scared you when you were younger."
The naked, blushing cat giggled again, and shrugged simply.
"I'm not."
She rolled over, not away from the monster, but towards him. Over him, straddling its body. She wiggled her hips with playful encouragement, and moaned as the monster took the hint, beginning to slide the tentacle buried inside the clouded leopard back and forth once again.
"O-oh yes. Ahh... in fact?"
Nuzzling and pecking delicately at the monster's features over and over again, the mortal woman gasped in breathlessly intense pleasure, far more sweet and fulfilling than anything her favourite dildo had ever granted her.
"T-there might be room under my dorm bed for a full time monster... once the holidays are over and I go back, I mean. Then... ah... t-then you can pop out whenever you want. Say boo. Give me a scare whenever you want. Mmhh... ohh, yes. Yes. I want you to scare me e-every night. Scare me hard. Fast. Scare me over, a-and over. Oh god. Ohh... ohhhh god. Scare me. Scare me... m-make me... aaahh! Make me screa-... _ahhhhhhh yes _!"
By Jeeves
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