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The first time it happened, I was just a wee kitten. The dark corners of my room, spaces under my bed, or the cracked door of the closet at night, never frightened me before. Other kids whispered about monsters, but I was too grown up for childish fears.

Until I was just grown up enough for him.

I was asleep, as most kittens are in the hours too late to be night but too early to be morning. I was wrapped in warm blankets, wearing soft flannel, probably dreaming of hot cocoa or carousels. I'm not sure what woke me. The bed shifted, and there was a low, rumbling growl. My eyes opened, reluctant to relinquish sleep, and I blinked, confused. There was a strange green light in my room, casting larger-than-life shadows of figurines on my shelves. The bed shifted again. That was when I realized someone else--some_thing_ else--on the bed with me.

I twisted onto my back and looked down. My mouth was dry instantly, my heart hammered in my chest. At the foot of my bed, crawling up from beneath it, was a giant beast. There was no feasible manner in which it could have fit under my bed, yet more and more of it squeezed out, until it loomed over me, its eyes the source of that eerie green glow.

In better days, it might have been a lion. Fur covered its body--his body--and longer at his neck, like a mane. He had the same wide muzzle and jowls of a lion, but with four radiating eyes, and a grin that grew impossibly wider as he neared my fear-frozen body. When he opened his mouth, tendrils came out, twisting and dripping with a thick black liquid, staining the pale fur of his jaw.

I've been waiting for you to be ready for me , he rumbled. I heard his voice in my head, shaking inside my skull. It made my teeth ache.

"R-ready?" my voice was tiny. He was crouching over me, his bulk pressing almost gingerly down, like a giant cat. His forepaws--great hands with extended claws which tore and caught in my bedsheets--came to rest at either side of my head.

The monster kicked at my quilt, easily tossing it from the bed with strong hindquarters. I shivered, certain that a chill came from his massive form over me, but my gooseprickles and fluffed tail belied a very different cause. Still, I was paralyzed. Run, my instincts demanded, yet I could not control my limbs.

Only my pajamas came between the creature and I. He lowered his giant head and snuffled at my chest, before almost gingerly grabbing the front of my shirt with his teeth and tearing the thick fabric. Now I found use of my hands, pushing against his face. I realized I wasn't screaming, but a high-pitched keening was escaping my throat. He was unfazed, carelessly dropping my shredded garment to the floor. The bed complained about the weight as he shifted, now leaning back, trapping my legs beneath him as he lowered his head again. This time, no flannel protected me.

I watched in silent horror as tendrils--no, tentacles!--deep violet or pulsing blue, slid from his cracked jaw and slid between my budding breasts. Tears stood in my eyes, not yet fallen. The blackness oozing from his lips fell in heavy, hot droplets onto my stomach. The tentacles reached my throat and I lifted my jaw, clenching my teeth against a strangled scream.

I felt the monster shift again. I didn't want to look. But I felt talons on my belly, sharp and thick, scratching down and catching the waistband of my flannel bottoms. I whimpered, but there was no time for struggle. With those claws, he deftly sliced through. They were soon in ribbons, discarded as freely as my top had been.

I wrapped my arms around my chest and tried to pull my knees up, tried to protect my body however I could. The beast chuckled and flipped me over, as easily as though I were a doll. I sobbed into my pillow as I felt his nose under my tail, those tentacles sliding against my panties, rubbing against parts of my body even I was unfamiliar with, then. But I found... the sensation was not altogether unpleasant. My sobs faded into whimpers as he hitched my hips higher, one hand heavy on my shoulders, keeping my face against my tear-stained pillow. I felt the tentacle rubbing me back and forth, and my panties were wet, though I could only imagine the strange black ooze.

Inevitably, the tentacle shoved aside my thin polka-dotted barrier, and pressed into me. But I was tiny and new, and it did not go far. I felt the vibration inside me when the monster rumbled approval, before withdrawing.

I dared not escape. I held my breath, listening, waiting for the creature's next move.

I told myself I didn't want to sit, obediently, with my tail curled over my back, my butt in the air, waiting for a monster to do with me what he willed... but I was starting to believe otherwise.

He yanked my panties down and they tore audibly. I'm sure he didn't particularly care.

He was over me now. I sensed more than felt his bulk, his arms slowly walking him forward on either side of my petite frame. The blackness was like an oil, dripping from his mouth over my shoulders, smeared into my fur and his. He was waiting, breathing over me, rubbing himself against my back. Licking my shoulders and the nape of my neck, letting me feel his teeth, the promise of a bite. My breath stuttered. I was panting. I wanted. I needed.

Yes, my wee kit , the beast rumbled against my throat. I felt, then, something slide between my legs, and against that hungry part of me, that second mouth I never knew I had. I was jolted with pleasure. I moaned unabashedly. He chuckled again. Tell me. Tell me what you want.

I didn't know, exactly. I had no idea how any of this worked. I'd never felt anything like this at all. My body knew, and grew hungrier with every suggestive slide of that hot length between my legs. I whimpered wordlessly. I was certain that if I didn't answer, I would get nothing. "I--I want... I want..." I raised my hips higher, arching and pressing back against his groin. But I didn't have the words. Another sob escaped me.

But he pressed back, grinding into me nearly hard enough to press me into the bed. Tell me you want my cock. That you want me to fuck you. My ears laid back. I knew those words were dirty. I knew what cock was and I had a good idea what fucking was but they were not things I talked about. I blushed hard, but I panted harder, more eager than ever to please.

"I want... my monster's... cock. I want it. Please."

He shifted and the bed groaned again, but I felt his warm thighs frame my hips. He drew back and leaned forward all at once, a giant hand sliding around to possessively grip my throat. I whined, the fear finally reaching a fever pitch in my mind, battering against the walls of whatever he'd done to intoxify me so. My muscles tensed then, and I suddenly tried to escape. Of course, it was useless. His fingers encircled my throat with ease, and at my squeezed thighs he simply drove a knee, his spare hand cupping that dirty part of me that still wanted him. I felt his fingers slide between the puffy lips of my sex, rubbing in sure circles which robbed me of my defiance once more. I gripped the pillow, bracing for something when that digit drew away. His hand on my throat was a gentle pressure again, but the meaning was clear.

He rubbed the tip of something--it was his cock, I knew what it was--against my slit, and I felt him lubricating me with his own fluids. I wanted to whimper, but the only sound that came out of me was a needy whine, abruptly silenced as he began feeding that length into my virgin folds.

My toes curled. A scream was trapped inside my body, my mouth open wide as tears streamed down my cheeks. Waves of pleasure overpowered my thought process, but the pleasure was superficial, false, forced on me in some way by this creature just as he forced his oversized member inside me. My body wanted to react, but I was trapped, ensnared somehow. When he reached whatever defense remained, he powered through it without so much as a pause. My deflowering came at the cock of the monster underneath my bed.

There are other natural physical limitations of a little kitten than simply could not accommodate a giant lion demon. He pressed slowly into me until he hit bottom, the deep, cramping pain of a cervix under pressure finally eliciting a strangled cry.

Good girl** , the monster rumbled. I have waited so long to claim you. At last, you're mine ***.*

"It hurts," I whined. "Please, stop. Please?" I felt him slowly withdraw, a dull pain remaining in the space he'd stretched to accommodate. Then, he paused, with just the head of his cock still inside me, throbbing against my dilated entrance. I felt his chest brush my back as he was bent over me, and what I knew passed for his tongue, slimy and thick between my shoulderblades. I was becoming saturated with the darkness, now. The pressure of his form above me squeezed it from my fur like a sponge, and I felt and heard it dripping onto the already smeared and stained sheets.

I groaned, and tried to press back against him. I had an ache inside me now, which made me near mindless with need for him to fill me again. But he withheld, licking my neck and rumbling over me until I began to make tiny, pitiful sounds. I squeezed my muscles around the tip of him. This empty feeling was going to make me crazy. I needed him. "Please," I squeaked. "Stop... please. Put it back."

The monster slammed into me, knocking the wind from my lungs. I gasped, and tears pricked my eyes from the pain. This time, I would not resurface, abandoning the self who wanted to resist and flee and cry. I gave myself to him with a low moan of satisfaction. As I relaxed, he moved, sliding out but immediately back, no longer teasing. I could feel every ridge on that foreign organ, and I swore he was pushing deeper with every thrust, coaxing a little more each time. It hurt, but oh, it was so good.

I felt his breath hot on the nape of my neck as he edged forward, his thrusts shorter, but more insistent. My knees were coming up off the bed. There was a light pressure first, of his teeth on my shoulder, and I could see his frightful countenance so close. He was otherworldly. But beautiful. Terrifying. Magnificent. His eyes closed, blinking the glow from my room, as his teeth and his cock sank into me as one. I was beyond screaming. The pain flowed into pleasure, confused, intense. He throbbed inside me and I felt him breeding me, his seed unbelievably hot. As he filled me, he hungrily drank the blood that oozed from those fresh punctures, shiny and black in the green light from his lidded eyes.

I panted beneath him, shoved and used against my mattress, but suffused with the feeling of a job well done. It wouldn't be until morning, when I awakened still naked and sticky with blood, semen and a greasy black substance that wouldn't completely wash out, not for days, that I realized I'd fallen asleep with the monster crouched over me, his tentacle tongue affectionately lapping at my shoulder, his rumble then more the satisfied purr of a very large cat.