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Instead, you place the soda back, quietly and slowly turning your phone's flashlight on. As soon as it's pointed correctly, the culprit is gone. Just grass, dirt and weeds and flowers that prevail despite your lack of care in these past few overworked weeks.

You turn the flashlight off.

Darkness.

You turn it on again.

Nothing.

Weird.

Lack of proper rest is not doing you any favors. Thank god this weekend will be miraculously uneventful.

Grabbing for that same soda once more, you turn away to head back inside.

The moment you set foot into the dining room, every light in your house is shot down.

A cold dread washes over your still form as you blindly glance around, knowing the general direction of the nearest light switch but understanding, in an instinctual fit of goosebumps, that maybe moving too much right now is a bad idea.

Footsteps.

The faintest thump of weight across wooden floors, a slow and unbothered gait that rings ever closer.

Your neck turns slowly, begrudgingly almost, just in time to let your face bathe in the only source of light now present.

Eyes.

The most brilliant shades of blue and yellow mingle together in an irresistible pattern reminiscent of a starry night sky. The type of view you'd see from the balcony of a tall, ornate building one time in your entire life- And never forget.

They're wide and sharp, fixed on you with an intensity you have never once received.

Distantly, a warmth spreads. You're unsure if this creature is breathing on you, or if your own confused body is rising in temperature.

You have never seen such gorgeous eyes before.

Their brightness casts shape upon the contours of a dark and defined face you can only vaguely put together. Enough to know your intruder is not human at any capacity- If the height didn't give it away.

For as difficult as it is to tear your gaze away from them, the warmth perking every sensitive nerve in your body is abruptly and swiftly interrupted by a rising sense of breathlessness. A panic. A terror of insurmountable intensity.

Your own eyes water as you gasp for oxygen that your lungs simply refuse, coughing and whining with shaking limbs.

What's happening? What is this? Why can't you breathe? Are you dying? They didn't even lay a finger on you! You're dying you can't breathe it's over it's over right now-

The light disappears.

The eyes are gone.

Air slowly inflates your figure again.

It takes a few moments of the ringing in your ears fading away for you to realize that this monster slid a hand over your eyes, covering your view of them.

And it calmed you down. Somehow.

" Sssh... "

A startlingly deep tenor follows.

" Don't stare too long. "

Weirdly enough, the fear you felt is also receding, returning to that lukewarm sensitivity. It's strange, because you should be more frightened now, if anything.

" Who- "

You're forcibly turned away. The hand on your eyes drifts down to instead occupy your mouth. Literally. Two large and distinctly clawed fingers prod at the flat of your tongue, seeming to idly trace it.

He -or so you assume- tastes of nothing in particular, you can only feel the faintly hardened texture on the pads of his digits.

" Let me hold you as it passes. " A solemn tone whispers onto the top of your head. He feels massive. " I never do it, I know it frightens, but getting to look into your eyes... Forgive me. "

Huh?

All of a sudden, as if the creature behind you had been holding itself back, there's a pressure around you. A foreign and full frame blankets yours, his spare arm around your waist, a face on the back of your neck and hips slotted perfectly against your ass. A brand new wave of heat washes pleasantly over your skin.

" Forgive me. "

The whiplash is beyond jarring.

Unwilling to part ways with your mouth, those now drooled fingers keep it open, pinching your cheeks, pickering your lips. The glow from above tells you he's watching, slowly rocking against you as his own handiwork excites him.

A desperation oozes off the monster's every motion, like he's not going to get to be this close to you for a while, so he needs to make the most out of it in the moment.

" Beautiful. Wanton. Exhausted. " He murmurs, stopping to lick behind the lobe of your exposed ear as a tail loops around one of your ankles.

" I won't steal a lot of time, let me just play with you a little. "

Squirming in his grip is pointless. The more you wriggle, the more he nuzzles, appreciative noises flowing when you unintentionally create friction. It's fair to say you stop when a defined growth presses onto your back. You've moved a little too much.

By the time his hand is off your mouth, you don't have it in you to say much of anything. Embarrassed and confused by your own arousal, and the pulsing layer of animal fear that heightens it.

Your breasts are rolled like dough, but it seems the monster -demon? Could it be?- is too frantic to linger, decidedly more interested in what your clenched legs hide. It's not hard for him to weasel a large hand between soft thighs, rumbling something incomprehensible at the wet heat he finds. Clenching around the intrusion is a subpar idea, because his response is to harshly grind his palm against your pussy, ripping a flustered noise out.

" Let me. "

It begs.

" I've starved for you enough. "

If his digits weren't rolling over your clit through the fabric of your pajama pants, you would have been more creeped out by the implication.

The pleasure mounts, you can hardly keep your own breaths quiet, let alone the pathetic whimpers your teeth grit back. A buck forward is all the accidental invitation he needs to start walking, pushing you with him until you're up against a wall.

Wall... The wall!

Frantic palms slap on both sides, tapping, searching. Your pants have been swiped down to your knees but you can hardly care because it must be around here somewhere! Close, it should be close, just a few inches to the-

Yes. Fingertips brush the switch, and you manage to turn the lights on for a victorious second.

That's all it was really, a second. Enough to see the onyx limbs encircling you, the size of his imposing shadow, the horns-

Before the switch is flicked again, and your hands secured above your head.

" No. "

There's not even anger in his tone. Just disappointment.

" Not tonight. "

Something hot and wet parks against your pussy.

Claws gently hook your panties aside, and all you can hear when he rubs himself across the length of your entrance is your own raging heartbeat.

Are you going to let this happen?

A groan of delight sounds, this vibration that makes you shudder a few degrees hotter.

" Do you wish to know me tomorrow? "

What a strange question.

And yet.

Well...

This has been the most action you've gotten in a while. And, surprisingly, he's been more exciting than any other person you've taken home.

It's the hormones.

The need, the fright, the fog sinking into your mind- You know this. You know you're not thinking straight. And yet...

" Yes! "

The lights are back on.

He's gone.