#maskedmuttrambles

A demented creature, not quite dead or alive, rising from the grave from some unholy ceremony ages ago- just to become fucking obsessed with you. Following you like a lost puppy and staring through your window for nights on end until it finally catches you off guard and pins you to the ground.

Ragged claws and sharp teeth gripping at your soft, rabbit flesh, craving your warmth, your living pulse, your metallic blood. Lapping it up like a starved animal as it tears your clothes and flesh alike to ribbons. It needs you. It needs to be inside you. Cold fingers gripping at your jaw, pressing into open wounds as it lines itself up. Fucking into your cunt with surprising ease. Of course you're getting off on being used like this, being craved so deeply that your own safety won't get in the way of what this monster wants from you.

The taste of your own blood is plunged into your mouth by It's tongue, coiling and fucking into your throat in a way that steals your breath. It's intoxicating. Its thrusts are ragged and animalistic, chasing it's own release until it trembles and shakes and pumps you full of it's cum. It's limbs cage you in as you desperately attempt to catch your breath, but before you can even think of escape, its teeth latch on your shoulder and it thrusts deeper. You cry out, overwhelmed, overstimulated.

Taking them through my unkempt garden of thorny brambles, carefully trudging through my long abandoned graveyard across muddy cobblestone paths, prying open the wrought iron gate into the dark, dusty mauseleum I call home.

Making you grind on my thigh, bending you over in spaces I know we might get caught, pressing my bulge against your ass. Scraping my nails and teeth across your skin, leaving red marks in vulnerable places. Trailing my fingers under your waistband when you least expect it. Telling you not to react when I nip at you, or else we'll be heard by the people in just the other room.