| Beast Under the Bed |

The monsters under the bed don’t want to kill. They want to frighten, to bind, to use. They want to take up a fragile human body and wrench from it every scream, every shudder. They want to watch muscles contort and limbs strain, frail bodies struggling against inescapable magic. They want to see horror and desire in wide eyes, bodies that plead for more while delicate minds break.

Fairytales don’t tell you that, do they? Don’t look under the bed, keep the closet shut. Close your eyes and they’ll go away. Oh, but they won’t go. They’ll wait. Red eyes in the dark. Hot breath on your exposed heels. Claws that tap and scratch at the headboard, and a voice that whispers your name.

We’re here.

Ignore them, ignore them, ignore them. Squeeze your eyes shut tight, blanket over your head. You’re a grown woman and monsters aren’t real.

But they are real. I’ve seen them. I’ve felt them. I’ve let them…touch me.

Because you have to be curious, don’t you? You have to wonder what would happen if you didn’t shut the closet, or if you let your feet hang over the bed, out of the covers. You have to wonder what would happen if you leaned over, in the dark, and peered under the bed.

Come out.

Dark red eyes. Sharp black claws. A tail long enough to coil around my limbs. Restrained prey, helpless to resist, helpless to run. A fly should try to break free from the spider’s web. But what if the spider’s poison is sweet, what if it burns going down but settles so smooth? What if that terrifying maw of sharp teeth, and that long dripping tongue held the sweetest poison of all?

The Beast Under the Bed. That one, with claws and tongue, with powerful limbs to restrain. He weighed my bed down, muscles coiled tight under night-black scaled flesh, inhuman. His long scaled tail held me pinned to the bed, flat on my stomach, as the tip of it slid between my teeth, over my tongue, down my throat.

Relax. Learn to breath. Be good.

The scales were smooth, unnatural to feel in my mouth, a sensation unlike any other. There was no taste, only the feeling of that serpentine limb snaking down my throat. Claws dug into my back and raked down – burning, perfect pain. I groaned and the Beast hissed with pleasure as my throat constricted against his tail.

Not too loud. You don’t want to know what will happen to the others if they hear you.

Such a strange voice…smooth and so deep, deeper than any voice I’d ever heard, deeper than any human could speak. It echoed in my head, like an irresistible thought, penetrating my skull. The only sounds that came from the beast himself were the low growls that rumbled from within his terrifying jaws, lined with two rows of sharp teeth that salivated over my back.

I was worried about the others hearing me – my roommates in their bedrooms just down the hall. But not because I feared what might happen to them, but because I feared the beast would stop. As his thick tail filled my throat, every thrust of it within me making my eyes fill with tears from lack of air, his claws gripped into my thighs and a long guttural growl came from him. To my right, I could see him crouching over me in the reflection in my floor-length mirror. He was reptilian, too long-limbed to be humanoid, with large red eyes that seemed to melt into the rest of his serpentine head. My eyes widened and the tears that had welled there began to fall as I realized why he had growled so deeply. A shelled mound on his lower abdomen had receded, releasing a monstrous cock as long as my forearm. Thick and veined, with ripples along its length, I couldn’t fathom managing to fit in inside me. I wriggled, a half-hearted struggle, and his tail withdrew from my mouth to instead wrap tightly around my throat.

Behave. Stop struggling. It will hurt, but nothing you cannot endure.

The promise of pain made me shake, but even so…despite the fear I raised my hips a little closer to that massive phallus. I wanted to know what it felt like to be stretched, to be absolutely stuffed, to be dominated and bred by a monster. A low purr rumbled through the beast as his three-fingered hands spread my ass cheeks, exposing my dripping cunt. In the mirror, I watched a long tongue snake from his jaws – down, down – and licked tenderly along my folds. Its texture was rough, almost like the tongue of a cat, and my sensitive nerves were nearly overwhelmed with the sensation. I buried my face in the pillow and moaned as he continued to taste me. It didn’t take the beast long to discover that lapping over my clit made my thighs shake and my moans rise in pitch, so that was where he focused his attentions. He held me firmly down the whole time, so the only movement I could manage as he drove me closer and closer to orgasm were pitiful struggles against his strength. When his tongue plunged inside me, it was almost too much. I squirmed beneath him, my moans muffled as his rough tongue stimulated all my most sensitive internal spots.

But then – cruelly, too soon – his tongue withdrew. I bucked my hips, whining, so close to a shattering orgasm that the concept of it being taken away from me made me want to hit him. Another low purr – a laugh? – rumbled out of him.

Such an impatient little human. You’re almost feral in your desire. You’ll be allowed your peak, but only once you’re filled with my seed. You must be trained properly – your pleasure comes from me.

I moaned – a desperate sound dripping with need. My cunt was pulsating from his ministrations, almost painful in its need for release. I raised my hips again, an invitation.

“Please,” I breathed. “Please breed me…”

I felt the thick head of his phallus press against me, and realized again in an instant how much my body would have to stretch to accommodate him. I began to shake, but my desire was greedier than my fear. I kept my hips raised as he began to enter me – slowly, but even so the ache of that thick cock entering me made me press my face down into the pillows again as I tried to muffle my shriek. His thickness filled my insides as he held me firmly in place, claws pricking into my arms and his tale tightening around my throat. I could no longer keep quiet. The deeper he went the more the ache intensified, but so too did the pleasure as my hole gripped around him.

Too loud. You’ll never be able to keep silent.

His tail demanded entry past my lips again. As his tail filled my mouth, effectively gagging me, he plunged the rest of his length inside me. I screamed, but the sound was too garbled to be heard as he filled my throat. He began to thrust into me, every movement feeling as if it might tear me in two. But the feeling – god, no place was untouched. My overstimulated body craved the thickness, yearned for the almost unbearable pain. His growls intensified, as did his grip on me. His claws sunk into my skin, but the pain too was pleasurable. Roughly, he released my arms to instead grip onto my hips, forcing them up higher, allowing him to thrust even deeper inside me. He was brutal, animalistic…

Monstrous.

Impaled from both ends, I felt myself nearing orgasm again. I was trying to babble – somewhere between pleading for more and begging for mercy – but my words were unintelligible. One long stroke after another; if he hadn’t been holding me so tightly there was no way I would have managed to keep myself up. My human body was utterly weak and small in comparison to his: he maneuvered and used me like a tiny doll for his pleasure.

You’ll be filled with my seed soon, human. You may have your peak.

His dark words echoed around my head, and as if on command my body began to shake. His tail filled my throat, and the lack of oxygen had my head swimming as the orgasm wracked my body. My muscles clenched, impossibly tight around his thick phallus, making of me a limp gushing mess as my eyes rolled back in my head. His cock pulsed, his pleased rumblings shuddering through my body. I could feel his seed gushing inside me with every pulse – overfilling me – spilling out and down my legs.

He left me utterly spent. I felt him creep back, off the bed, and heard his claws scrape against the floorboards as he slid back into his hiding place. I was aching and gasping, my head light with pleasure, my body flooded with endorphins.

Until next time, human. He rumbled, a dark and distant voice beneath my bed. You’re mine now.

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