You walk towards the city’s most elite monsters club, a place for all sorts of monsters to indulge uninhibited. Humans are allowed, but at their own peril.
You look up at the venue, dressed in the short black dress you haven’t worn since the few frat parties you attended back in college, cold wind nipping at your legs.
You are scared, but you’re also done shrinking. Years of making space for an ungrateful boyfriend only for him to discard you for being ‘boring’, tonight you’re determined to have fun. Real fun that ends up in an actual orgasm- something you haven’t had in a while.
You walk towards the venue, your heels clicking on the pavement. And when you get inside, your human, very aroused scent is picked up by some of the biggest (and strongest) monster patrons, who lick their lips as your scents fills their noses (or whatever organ they have for smelling scents) and you come into their field of vision.
It’s an easy ride from there.
You are pampered, bought drinks, touched by big, dangerous hands till the heat pooling in your belly is nearly unbearable.
And then they take their turns one by one, filling your leaky, twitching hole with their massive appendages till you’re screaming and delirious with pleasure, your body sensitive from having orgasm after orgasm drawn from it. They can sense you are wound up tight, if the way your hole stretches taut and the way your walls cling to their cocks is any indication, and they love it. They haven’t had a good fuck in a while, and just like you they are pent up.
So they use your body the whole night in that VIP booth. And honestly? You couldn’t care less when you’re finally feeling light and sated after years.
