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“I am so fucking over this!” You cried out in frustration as you slammed the door to your bedroom. Anger was evident on your features only complimented by your clenched fists and tense figure. Though enraged, you still had enough of your mind not to punch a wall or throw something across your room. No sense causing yourself MORE frustration by breaking something or Don finding out you put a hole in a wall somewhere. Instead you took what little willpower you had and made your way over to your bed. Not so much to sleep, more so to scream into your pillows and pray no one would call the cops on you.
You were tired, so ungodly tired of it all. Tired of the bills, the rude ass customers at work, the never ending stress and bullshit that crept into your life from every corner. You were done, over it, completely checked out, but what could you possibly do? Quit your job? Yeah sure, homelessness was definitely the way to go. You practically growled out another deep groan as you tossed onto your side. This feeling of helplessness was soul crushing but it felt like there was no escape from this reality.
Lucy skipped out on the rent AGAIN. Any other time you would have taken that on the chin and just carried on. Suffering for the sake of others happiness was always a quality you congratulated yourself on, but what has it gotten you? More people taking advantage of your kindness and willingness to give. This time however, you were already in a pretty sour mood from work. Another customer with their piss poor attitude wanted you to bow down to their every whim and kiss their ass at every turn. There is only so much smiling and apologizing you can do in one damn day. You did your best, you really did, but nothing was good enough. The food was too salty, the booth was too dirty, you weren’t smiling enough, your breathing just had too much attitude. You know, that was all fine but it’s when you saw the measly one dollar tip on what was easily a fifty buck bill that broke you. No matter how kind you were or how giving or caring, it didn’t matter. You’d like to say it was just the customer that made you feel that way… but it could really apply to a lot of your life. Giving your all and yet somehow, still not being good enough.
You hated feeling like this, like being stuck in a hell that you had created. You had to work extra shifts to pay for an apartment that to be honest, isn’t worth the damn rent. You have a roommate that you can’t be hard on because you have such a soft heart, who shucks her half of the finances every month leaving you dead tired and frustrated everyday. You have no time for your hobbies or to hang out with any of your friends because all you ever have time to do is work or sleep. You’re so fucking over it all.
You can feel the warm trickle of tears down your face as you stare out the window of your apartment. Anger mixed with frustration and sorrow shown plainly on your pained features. You were stuck, trapped, and you felt so helpless in that thought. You couldn’t bring yourself to kick Lucy out or try to find a replacement. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave your dead end job. You couldn’t do anything but continue to suffer the same day by day over and over again. The feeling was depressing and you were hopeless to it. You curled tighter into yourself as you let the tears come. You’d feel like shit after you cried, but the weight on your heart would be lighter, easier to bear.
“I just want out… I want out of all of this. I can’t keep doing this… I’m so tired… Please, please someone take me away from this fucking hell… I’ll do anything… please” You muttered to yourself through strained sobs and whimpers. You had clasped your hands tightly together and pressed them to your chest as you spoke, voice cracking as you did. It felt like a prayer or a plea or…. an offer...
Time passed like nothing, seconds became hours as you found yourself shift between blank stares to fits of tears. The sun had set as the moments drug on and on, leaving your room illuminated in the dim glow of the moon and streetlights. You couldn’t be bothered to switch on a lamp, in your sorrow stricken haze you could barely comprehend anything past your own misery let alone the crawling darkness around you. You felt numb all over and yet, you couldn’t stop. You could do little more than wallow in your own dejection, consumed by it.
You were lost in your thoughts, your mind becoming its own prison. All focus was lost to you, your consciousness blurred and blank, swimming in pools of nothingness. That was until a sudden, sharp thud across your room caught your attention, pulling you back to a semi coherent state. You snapped your head up, the abruptness of the sound almost scaring you to your feet. You felt a swift panic fill you as your heart drummed quickly in your chest. Scanning the dark layout of your room you couldn’t make out the culprit. It wasn’t until you sat up and rubbed your red and swollen eyes that you spotted where the sound had come from.
A book had fallen off your shelf and hit the floor. You shouldn’t care but for some reason you felt… bothered. Like there was something unnatural about a book falling, but for some reason it felt… wrong. There was no wind in the room, no motion in the ground. The world felt unbearably still and yet, the damn thing still managed to fall. You wouldn’t put it past yourself to leave something too close to an edge and it falling but still, it was so abrupt and loud that it shook the air around you. It was like… it wanted your attention.
Looking for a reason to sway your mind from your pity party to literally anything else, you rose to your feet and stepped over to your bookshelf. Kneeling down to inspect the source of your sudden curiosity you couldn’t help but feel a tension blossom in your chest. There was a very distinct feeling that shivered through you, like eyes staring you down from behind. There was certainly no one in your room but yourself. Lucy would be out by now smoking or hanging with some dude. You should be alone… you were alone… but you felt it… you felt something just behind you watching your every move. It was almost predatorial… hungry... A deep unease began to form in the pit of your stomach but it did not sway you from your current focus.
It would seem the fall had left the book open, bearing its contents to you. You felt a strange impulse tug at your thoughts, drawing you closer to the text to examine what little could be made out. You could not describe the feeling but it drew you in, calling to you like a plea. Your ever curious mind could do little else than answer, already too swept up in this seemingly meaningless distraction. You reached your hand out and cautiously ran your fingers over its black pages, trying to read what was mostly nonsense and strange symbols to you. You reasoned it was probably Latin or some other language you wouldn't understand. It wasn’t a book you remembered buying let alone reading. Though, through the years you had made enough random book purchases and gotten enough second hand things from friends that it wasn’t unheard of for you to have something in your collection that you had never really seen before. This one however… you felt like you would have remembered.
The text was a large leather bound tome, its pages black with silver writing that caught little flecks of light here and there in the dim room. The leather was just as black as the pages and decorated with silver finishings along the corners. The title and spine remained hidden from you for the time, your attention drawn intently to the page it was open to.
As your fingers traced over the sigils you found yourself almost entranced by its imagery. It all meant nothing to you but it sent a warm buzzing feeling up your fingertips that slowly radiated up your arm and down your spine. It felt like it was pulling you in, calling to you to read further. You could feel yourself falling deeper under its spell but you couldn’t bear to look away.
The eyes you felt on your back only grew more intense until you could almost feel the presence of something standing over you. It was like a warm air had cradled over you, ensnaring you in what almost felt like an embrace… like it was… holding you? It was the vague feeling of a body? Maybe a person? Something? Just barely pressing against you. It was hard to make out but it felt so real and yet… not. Like something was there but it wasn’t. The thought made you feel insane. How could something touch you if nothing was there? It was so unnatural but… strangely comforting.
You could feel yourself absentmindedly press yourself back into the growing presence. You should be panicking, running away… hell a scream if nothing else… but you couldn’t. As confused as you were by this strange being's touch… your mind could not be pulled from the book in front of you.
Your heartbeat quickened as you began to mouth the unfamiliar words on the page. No sound left your lips and yet you could still hear them echo within your thoughts like a hymn. Faint images began to pass through your mind. None of it was coherent, mostly blurred or hazy silhouettes just beyond your focus. It all felt so vague and strange but not unpleasant… no… it actually felt really nice… like drifting. What sorrow you held before was lost as you began to lose your focus further in the mysterious text.
You were brought somewhat to a focus as you felt what you could only describe as… breath? Just barely reaching the shell of your ear. It did not smell like breath though… no. If you had to place it you’d say it almost smelt metallic, like rust that had been mixed with… roses? It reminded you of a perfume. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means. In fact it almost felt… comforting...
You should be scared, you should slam the damn book shut and toss it out the window but you… couldn’t stop yourself. You felt drugged, almost weightless and blissful as you continued down the page, your fingers tracing gently over the shape of a heart, one side black the other white. As you drew your fingertips over the pattern you could feel the presence press further into your back. The breath on your ear grew deeper and harder to ignore. You couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side as you felt something press into your neck. You were unsure of how to describe the sensation but if you had to compare it to anything it felt like… lips. Lips that were now pressed into a soft kiss on the lower side of your throat, almost to your shoulder.
“W-what?” You stammered out, your tone dazed and airy. Your attention drew away from the text for a mere moment, instead focusing on whatever was kissing along your skin. You could feel the lips part and curl into a smile against you. There was a very distinct feeling left on your neck... like... teeth. It was hard to know, its the only thing that would make sense, but there was something... off about them. They felt pointed… almost… fanglike. You would have pondered further on the obscure nature of its toothy smile if the thing behind you hadn’t moved its mouth from your nape to the shell of your ear once more. The sound of its low husky breath caused your whole body to shiver as you turned your head ever so slightly toward it. You wouldn’t be able to see it, the only light in your bedroom being provided from the glow outside your window, but you couldn’t help but lean in to try to hear it.
For a long moment all you could hear was its soft breathing matched with your own and the rhythmic thumping of your heart. Time was frozen, the world still as this strange being that had invaded your space and your mind, took you in. It felt like hours passed as you listened to its breathing, your mind swimming in thought of what this thing was and why it had taken interest in you. Your thoughts did not wander far however, your attention drawing to what scarcely felt like the presence of a hand gently resting on your hip. It was joined very quickly by another, this one pressing over the softness of your stomach. The warm buzzing you had felt earlier grew stronger at its touch, numbing you further. It was gentle, but curious as it began trailing its way down your body and finding the hem of your shirt. It wasted little time as the hand exploring you easily slipped under your top and found your body beneath it. A surprised gasp escaped you as the thing smoothed its large hand over your skin, taking in the feeling of your soft warm flesh under it. Its touch was gentle, curious even, sweetly wandering and massaging along your body. Its fingers would dip and grasp ever so often, enjoying the feeling of your curves and taking in your lovely softness.
There began to be a low rumble in your ear where you once heard its breath, now replaced by what you could only describe as a soft… purr? It was delighted in its exploration… at least that's what you reasoned. Not many things purred because they were upset or displeased. Your breath began to quicken in turn, coming out in soft pants at its wondering fingers. Typically the idea of someone touching you there would make you flustered and extremely anxious… but as this thing explored the round supple flesh of your abdomen you couldn’t stop yourself from melting further into its wanting arms.
Its touch began to grow more emboldened, ever more curious of your body. You could feel its fingertips begin to glide upward, trailing its nails along your skin, leaving goosebumps prickling down your form. The feeling made you shiver, forcing your body to arch into the foreign touch. Your breath caught in your throat as cool digits grazed over your chest, caressing your warm breast in its palm. It began to knead the sensitive flesh, nearly forcing a moan from you. The lips that had rested just behind your ear now found purpose on your neck once more, kissing along your flushed skin as whoever, whatever this thing was, continued to hungrily caress you. The cool touch of its hand forced your nipples to stiffen, a reaction that did not go unnoticed. You had to bite your lip to suppress yet another moan as its fingers found the hardened nub, firmly pinching it and giving a sharp tug.
“F-Fuck” You whimpered in response, your voice strained as you tried in some way to hold back. The hands on you came to an abrupt stop, as did its lips. The world stilled as the thing that had been feeling you up just a moment ago processed what you had just done. The pleasant rumbling purr that had hypnotized you not seconds ago ceased and you felt its mouth pressed to your shoulder in a snarl. You were perplexed for only a moment before the air filled with a deep guttural growl. The sound was only punctuated further by teeth pressed against you, easily piercing your skin and drawing blood. The grip it had on your breast and hip tightened, holding you firm as it marked you. You should have screamed in pain but instead you found yourself whining helplessly. This thing… It would not have you keeping yourself from it. It craved your reaction, your moans and whimpers and cries. You would not deny it what it was working so hard to pull from you. Surely you would be good for it, you would behave, you would submit.
The sheer sound of its low growl, feral and dominating, made your sex clench and throb in ways you had not felt before. You desired it, lusted for its touch to pursue more of your body. You could feel moisture pooling between your legs as you pressed back into this strange being. This wasn’t like you, this wasn’t how you responded to things touching you. You were typically repulsed by people touching you, sexually or otherwise, but you were too lost to your stupor to even care. Its touch felt good, too good, and the way it was holding you like you were its prey, like it had captured you made your whole body ripple in pleasure. You were its to do with as it pleased and the thought enthralled you.
Its fangs left your shoulder, leaving behind a mixture of warm fresh blood and drool that oozed down your body. Its breath was shakier now, like it was trying to hold itself back from just pushing you down onto the floor and taking you like a beast. You were its prey after all, easily ensnared in this things trap, helpless to whatever depraved acts it would have of your body. The thought of it… aroused you in ways that felt almost primal in nature. To be this things… this beast’s fuck toy, to bend and break to its touch, its desire… it made you want in ways you never had before.
You were brought back to semi coherency at the feeling of a warm wetness slick along your neck, moving slowly down your throat. It felt like... a tongue… lapping at your shoulder where it had marked you. It was licking so sweetly at your wound, almost like an... apology? Like it was attempting to comfort you, not that you needed it. Your mind drew to the sheer size of the appendage. It was long and… thick… bigger than any human tongue could ever be. You easily reasoned that whatever this thing was, it definitely wasn’t human…
You were not granted long to ponder on the unreal nature of your situation however. The hand on your hip slowly began to slide lower, meeting the hem of your pants. The elastic of your pajama bottoms easily gave way for the beast’s wandering fingers. Its large hand easily palmed the entirety of your womanhood through your underwear, the heel of its hand pressing firmly against your clothed clit. This time, the moan that tore through you could not be quieted, not that you would have even tried. This thing had made it very clear that it would not have you holding back… not without punishment. A softer growl fell over your shoulder as the tongue slid up the length of your neck and over the shell of your ear. It sounded less dominating but far more pleased with your reaction. Its fingers slid over the rest of your pussy, gathering your slick on the tips. Its digits curled inward, grasping your sex tight forcing your body to jolt. You could feel yourself clench around nothing, your core aching in disappointment of how empty it was. You shuddered and gasped, your hips pressing into its hand trying to gain more of its touch.
“F-Fuck, p-please” You pleaded, your body rocking into the hand toying with your cunt as you moaned out, urging your partner for more. The beast happily obliged, pleased by your eagerness to submit to it. The fingers that had been slicking themselves over your aching womanhood took care in sliding off you before forcing their way into your panties. A cry escaped you at the sudden sensation, the coolness of its digits on your sex making your body tremble.
“M-More” was all you could plead in response as your head flew back, landing on what you could only reason was the things shoulder. You were quickly rewarded with the feeling of its fingers rubbing over your clit, drawing out more of your low moans. Its movements were slow, teasing even, but firm. Every tug of your nipple or stroke of your clit was tender and deliberate, it was driving you absolutely mad. It made you throb and clench and lust to be fucked and bred by whatever this thing was. Your heart beat began to throb in your arousal and it made you fucking itch to have this monster fill you. Your hips bucked more, urging its hand lower, pleading for its fingers to stretch you. “P-Please… please i-inside m-me. I-I want you i-inside me”
You were shocked when you felt its hand leave your breast and find your jawline. It tugged hard at you, forcing your face upward as the long tongue that had lavished your neck earlier now slid between your parted lips and down your throat. You moaned hard against it, welcoming the appendage into your mouth and sucking hard on it. As it busied your mouth, the beast gleefully honored your request. You were stretched wide on just one digit sliding inside. You could tell its hands were big before but feeling his finger pushing deep into your throbbing cunt really affirmed just how much larger this thing was than you.
With an agonizingly slow speed, the digit inside you pushed deep before drawing back and pushing in again. You would plead for it to go faster but were unable. All you could give in response was a whine around its tongue and a buck of your hips. Your encouragement was ignored however, instead the damned thing slid from you, its finger circling your clit. You could practically hear the chuckle rumble from the beast as another low purr filled the air. It was teasing you, relishing in your need and desire. Desperate, you reached your own hand down to your arousal and took its hand in your own. Had you not been on the edge of sanity you would have marveled at the inhuman size and nature of its hand, but your mind was riddled with lust and cared little for anything beyond the return of said hand to your needy hole.
A squeal hummed through you, muffled by its tongue as it granted you some mercy and pressed its finger back inside. Your restraint from earlier had completely melted away, moans now escaping you freely as you rode its hand, coaxing it to give you more and more. The beast would not disappoint you, no, it began to pick up pace, pumping faster and deeper into your greedy little cunt. A second finger quickly joined the first, stretching you even further open on its knuckles and fucking you. The sensation was too much and you were left a poor whining mess as you fucked yourself on its digits.
The tongue drew from your mouth, parting with a swift flick over your lips. Your moans had long turned into cries and nothing was muffling them as the air filled with your desperate little pleas. Your face remained upward, staring at darkness with only vague senses of a figure hidden in shadow. You couldn’t focus on it, your head hazy and too riddled with pleasure to comprehend anything beyond the fingers thrusting into you. You could feel a tight coil begin to wind in your stomach as your body shook and bucked harder. The creature seemed to notice the way your walls were clamping over its fingers, sucking it in deeper. Your whines had grown so pretty, so very desperate and pathetic for release. You wanted so badly to come on its fingers, to coat the thick digits in your honey. You wondered for a moment if this would be it, or was this a means to ready you for something more? You’d be wet, ready, your hole still aching to be filled. Would this thing take the opportunity to have you? To push you down and fuck you? Breed you? Pump you full of its cum? Hell, you were fucked so good and just its fingers… you would not say no to what else the beast could fuck you with. You assumed it was male, if the masculine nature of its growls and moans pants were anything to go by. Surely it would want to stuff you so full of its cock, stretch you far wider than its fingers ever could.
“G-Gonna c-c-cum.” You struggle to form words, your voice lost in between pants and moans to speak coherently. “P-Please… please make me c-cum.”
“Mine” It growled out, that same dominating nature to its tone. You should had been taken aback. It had not spoken before, nor given you any indication it even could. You should have noticed… but you were teetering on the verge of madness. Pleasure consumed your every thought, little more remaining of you than a pleading, moaning mess in your creature's arms.
“MINE” It growled out a second time, this time louder and demanding. It wasn’t a question, no, this was an order.
“Y-Yours” You whimpered in agreement. The rumble in its chest grew loud and feral, filling the room along with the wet slapping of his fingers picking up pace as your sex dripped with your arousal. The coil in your core tightened further, causing your whole body to tremble desperately. You felt your eyes begin to roll backward into your skull as your mouth opened wide in a strained moan. Your body went tense, the only movement from you an occasional tremble or jolt as the coil came undone. A scream tore through you as your orgasm hit hard, forcing your body to convulse and your sex to clench hard around the fingers still pumping hard into you. The beast did not let up, in fact, its efforts doubled as it watched you ride out your high, taking in every little jerk and twist of your form in its grasp.
Tears trailed down your face and short sobs left you, the sensation proving too much as you rode through every sudden jolt of pleasure, every sensitive throb of your cunt, every ounce of euphoria that forced you over the edge. Your head swam for what felt like an eternity, your mind lost to every blissful sensation coursing through your veins. It was the most delectable agony you had ever been in your life.
As seconds went by you began to come down from your high, your body heaving tired breaths as your muscles relaxed. You felt your body go slump as you rested into the form that had just fingered you into pure bliss. You watched through hazy, unfocused eyes as the hand that had recently occupied your sex drew back. As his fingers left you you heard a wet pop, your cunt was still very much ensnaring its digits, unwilling to let them go. Had your face not already been flush you would have turned bright red as you observed the beast bring its sopping wet fingers up toward its face only to be met by its impressive tongue. He licked over them, taking in your flavor, moaning all the while. Its moan sounded hungry, pleased and ready to taste more of your sweet cunt on its lips.
You shuddered at the display, still coming down from your orgasm. Your head was finally clearing, some clarity re entering your mind as you watched this thing lick your cum off its fingers. You still couldn’t make out much in the dim light, but what you could see… confirmed that this thing was definitely not human. Its towering figure was huge in comparison to you. It loomed over you, easily encasing your body in its form. It had to be over 7 feet tall, probably more. You weren’t at an advantage to really judge height but it was certainly much taller than you. The other thing was obviously its tongue, as you already knew it was unreasonably long and thick, hidden behind a row of razor sharp teeth that gleamed in the moonlight. Had this thing not just made you cum you probably would have been fearful of such a sight. Lastly, the thing that you hadn’t really noticed, were its eyes. They seemed to glow in the darkness. The intensity of the blue was almost unnatural.
“What… What are you?” You asked through pants. Your voice immediately caught the attention of your spontaneous lover, its eyes focusing unnaturally on you. Your breath caught in your throat, uneased by the fervent look in his gaze. Its eyes were wide and the dilated pools of blue had constricted down in focus. A hard lump formed in your throat as it stared harshly into you, looking you over longer than you would have liked. it tilted its head to the side as it watched you, almost like it was waiting for you to do something.
You were not allowed to stare long however, as the beast took your stillness as an opportunity to move into you. Its large hand took yours and placed it over the book that had been nestled between your legs the whole time. You had completely forgotten about it to be honest, too caught up in your “lover” to look further into it. He seemed adamant that you focus on it, that you… continue reading. You were confused and so very lost as to why that would even matter.
“I don’t… I don’t unders-” You were cut off by the sudden bang of your bedroom door flinging wide open and your roommate coming inside with a bat in hand.
“Y/N ARE YOU OK I HEARD YOU SCREAMING” You flinched at the abrupt loudness, the room having been almost silent moments ago. When your eyes opened once more you could see that Lucy had flicked the light switch on, illuminating your room. The light stung at your eyes, blinding you momentarily. When your vision focused you were left in shock. The beast that had been behind you seconds ago… it was gone? Something that size you or Lucy would have noticed running out the room, but no… it seemed to just… vanish?
Troubled by your lack of response and the dazed look in your eye, Lucy dropped her bat and made her way over to you. Kneeling down she took your face in her hands and began to examine you.
“Earth to Y/N, you there?” She asked, shaking you slightly. “Y/N you have fucking blood all over you? What happened?” Her tone was concerned and panicking, but you simply stared at her and then back down to the book beneath you. Reaching out your hand you closed the tome, hoping to read the title. Whatever this thing was… that creature was adamant you keep reading it… maybe there was something important there? Flipping the thing shut you didn’t see any text, no indicators as to what this text was even meant to be. You were so confused and disoriented. Had this all been a dream? Surely not, if the still trembling after glow in your womanhood was any indicator, this was very much real. Well, that and the rather large blood stain on your shirt. It had to have been real. A sudden loud gasp pulled you from your thoughts, forcing your attention back to Lucy who was now staring wide eyed at your window. Your body began to tremble as your eyes met what she was looking at.
On your window, smeared in what looked to be fresh blood were two words.
“Your Boyfriend.”