Midnight Monsters
Short fiction for a friend.
Picture (C) Meandraco
A monster sat on the edge of my bed, and stared at me.
It was late, probably closer to three in the morning than two. My head throbbed and my mouth was gummy, and I pushed my cotton blanket down, only to encounter the resistance of weight. Grunting, I opened my eyes, and felt a protest inside that I needed to sleep. My arms were as lead. I grunted, pulling at the blankets, and looked up, as a shadow sat on the edge of my bed, and watched me.
For a moment, my heart thundered, and I felt the blood freeze in my veins. I looked up, and a monster stared back at me through eyes which gleamed like moonlight irounded by black pits. A snout was held at a half cock, it's teeth were sharp, fangs large, and tongue wet across a lipless maw. The creature drew closer, the ridges of it's brow sharp, and almost half a foot long. It gazed at me, and placed a large, three fingered hand on my chest. It's claws drew blood.
My heart raced, and I let out a momentary whimper, before fear faded, when it drew up over me, and straddled my hips. Large feet ripped at my matress, and it's weight was tremendous, making my thighs ache. It drew over me, and clenched me with both hands, then squeezed upon my throat. I gasped, when it drew lower, and ran it's tongue over my face, tasting me.
I wheezed. It's body was warm, almost hot even in the cold air of the night. One of it's legs lifted, and pulled it up a little higher, and my eyes lowered, staring at the long, reptilian torso that rested over me. I grimaced, then gasped in shock, when it slid its body up and ran its thighs over my hips, and then a wetness was against my limp cock.
It smiled, and drew it's tongue over my face, licking a slow trail across my mouth. I grunted, it's breath sweeter than I'd expected - and my body responded, like I'd taken an aphrodisiac and narcotic mix. Its body drug closer and firmer over me, then pulled up, crouching. The scent of the creature, once reptilian and almost foul, was now sweet, and hot, and made my mind swim. I liked it. And yet.
It rose up again, and drew down, pushing over me with a forward rub that made me shake. I was growing hard despite myself, and wanted to fight against it for a moment, but couldn't. I couldn't, I didn't want to either, after a moment. It's maw hung open over me, and it's breath was hot and musky. I shuddered, and then felt heat envelope my member - making me cry out, and my paralysis break. I shook, my penis twitching inside of its body, when it pushed down, until seated fully upon me.
It. With my head moving, I saw the black lips of it's vulva clenching rhythmicly around me, and the wet fire gripped down and up over me, milking me. I moaned headily, and rose my head up, and kissed her mouth. The aphrodisiac was rushing through me, and my cock was hard as iron, hard as steel, hard as diamond as it plugged into her. Once and again I pushed into it, into her, filled her with myself. She growled, and bit my shoulder. It hurt. The burn of teeth felt good.
Up and down, in and out, I shook the bed with my forceful thrusts, and I fucked the monster atop me. She gripped me and pulled me in against its front even closer. Those claws struck marks and opened my back, and I rolled, forcing her onto her back, and saw the fins of it's spine crumple, though not painfully. SHe squeezed me, and I slapped my testicles into her flanks with the forceful, downward strokes of my length and body into her own.
She moaned deeply, she groaned hotly, and her pussy squeezed down around me, surrounding me, filling me up with such tension that hurt so much to focus on. I shuddered with a husky little shake run through my body, and came, filling her with my heat and wetness, I filled her body with my own, and curled up a little into her. She shook, and her body spasmed, before laying still, as I laid over her.
My back ached, and my head throbbed, a mix of exhaustion and lack of sleep made me feel dull inside. But I felt good, too. I felt good, as I looked down at her, and closed my left hand over her own and rest it atop her chest. My eyes were drawn to the ring she wore. Simple, golden, unmarked, I closed my fingers around hers, and squeezed.
II looked down at her. She smiled.