He calls after you, but you are already out of the door, running into the forest behind your house. You aren’t exactly the most coherent person when something scares you, so you will give yourself some grace about running into the night when you get scared. Even if you can already hear the evil laugh of your boyfriend in the distance.

You could go back. You could totally laugh it off… But your heart is racing, and your hands are sweating, and the adrenaline is making you feel on the edge of something hot. Something very similar to what you feel when your boyfriend edges you. And you crave more. So much more.

So instead of going back to the house, you walk further into the forest, hiding yourself and begging whoever is listening that your monster boyfriend doesn’t find you. Not yet at least.

“Hasn’t your little movie taught you anything? You don’t go running into the darkness, love!” He yells somewhat close, but not close enough for you to see. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to swallow the heavy breaths. But it’s no use. His face appears in front of you and you let out a scream that he rapidly covers with his palm. “Shhh, don’t scream, love. I’m not gonna hurt you… much.” Your heartbeat is going so fast you can barely hear him over the constant thud thud thud ringing in your ears.

“I- I-” You try to talk but he doesn’t pull his hand away, only smirking down at you. Framed by the moonlight and with his big horns and horizontal pupils, he looks like a demon, and fuck… Why does that arouse you?

“I can smell your arousal, love. You are excited? Turned on to see me? To be my prey?” The little breath that escapes you doesn’t sound like a moan. Nope. Not true. (It totally does.) He laughs, loud and creepy, and pats your cheek lightly. “Come on, love… Do you want to run from me?” He helps you to your feet, turning you around and slapping your ass hard. “So run, little rabbit. Don’t let the big bad monster catch you.”

You are bolting out of there before he can finish the phrase. You try to go as fast as possible, but you hear him behind you, chasing you, gaining terrain. You can hear his breathing, the way his hooves land on the dirt…

His body lands on yours like a train, throwing you to the floor and rolling over so you aren’t the one hitting the floor. It lasts barely two seconds before he turns again and you are face down on the dirt, his big dick rutting against your ass.

“My cute human, my love, running away from your goatman? Mmmm… You smell delicious. Ripe. Ready to be breed.” You moan at his words. “Is that what you want? To be bred by the scary monster?” You nod against the dirt, and he huffs a laugh. “No need to nod, love. I can smell it all over you. I can hear your heartbeat. You are so needy and desperate for my cock. Always are.” You moan again.

He pulls down your pants, exposing your hole to the cold night air. His hands are still holding you down when he releases his own cock, landing right over your hole. He smears his precum all over you, pressing with his finger until you are moaning, begging for him to fuck you already.

“Is that what my love wants? To be fucked by a wild beast in the middle of the forest? What a dirty, dirty human you are…” He whispers the words, but the filth of it all, the truth of it all… It makes you shiver. You push your ass back and the slap makes you scream. “You get what I give you when I give it to you, don’t be cheeky.” You nod again, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

You feel the tip of his dick against your hole, his fingers stretching you until you are sure you are about to come, just to stop. You are about to tell him to fuck you when he pushes all the way in. One single thrust. So hard your face hits the ground, but you don’t care.

He’s fucking you like a madman, like he’s the evil in the movie, your personal demon. He’s chasing his own release, but it doesn’t matter. You were so pent up, your adrenaline pumping into your veins with such strength… That you aren’t too far yourself.

“I’m going to fill you so much. You are going to walk home with your pretty hole stretched and dripping. Like the good little human you are for me,” he grunts. And that does it. His filthy words send you over the edge, groaning and moaning against the forest floor while he ruts your hole, spilling everything he has inside of you like his life depends on it.

The sweat is cooling on your skin, his hands traveling up and down your sides, and he’s kissing the back of your neck softly. “You should watch more horror movies,” he says with a huff of amusement. You grunt, pushing him back until he lands on his back and you get on your feet, barely holding on. “Aw, love. Don’t be mad… I know you like when I chase you. You are such a cute prey!”