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When the guests at the inn had laughed at him as he booked the room at the local inn, telling him beware of the local monster and good luck with getting through the night, Stephan hadn’t paid them any mind. It’s not like he was in any way well-acquainted with this place – quite the contrary; he had just been passing through when he stumbled on this place by the side of the otherwise forlorn forest path – it was just that drunken farmers were not at the top of his list of credible sources. The innkeeper had just smiled bemusedly and grunted in response, and slid him the key across the bar after he’d been handed the very reasonable sum of money. The only suspicious thing was that he seemed to be the only guest that night. Apart from the gentle sounds of the owner locking up and trudging up the stairs to settle in his own room most likely, he hadn’t heard so much as the sound of creaking floorboards from the neighbouring rooms. As he turned over to lay on his stomach on the hard mattress, arms coming up to grab the pillow under his head, he tried very hard not to consider the possibility of this place actually being haunted or whatever. And if it was, he at least wasn’t alone in the building. Still, it took him some time to fall asleep.
When he awoke, it was with confusion. His mind was foggy with sleep, and he couldn’t make out where he was or when it was. He couldn’t see, so either his eyes were still closed or it was still dark. His lungs burned as he tried to inhale through the thick pillow. Something heavy on his back, and a weight pressing his head down. He was still on his stomach. His feet were cold, but his back was hot. Something else was hot; warm air pulsed against the back of his neck. His upper thighs ached. Something pressed into him, inside him, something was pushing up against his insides painfully. Stephan tried to scream, but was unable to open his mouth against the fabric in which his face was buried. Suddenly, several realisations hit him at once. He had no idea if it was day or night, he was almost all alone in the creepy inn, something was fucking his cunt, and he had no idea how long it had been going. Fear swept through his body, but his arms were swiftly pinned down to the bed, and that insistent weight inside him pressed harder into him, forcing him open. His thighs clenched helplessly against the person on top of him. Person, or monster, or ghost, or whatever – If his eyes had been able to, they’d have shot open – the skin of the hands gripping his arms felt hard, too rough for human skin. The breathing against his neck sounded too low for a human groan. Whatever was slowly prying his cunt open wider and wider was not human.
What the fuck!
His cunt squeezed painfully in protest at the ever widening intrusion, and as if in response, the monster slid out agonizingly slowly – it seemed to last forever. How fucking big – ? At last, it slipped free; his cunt spasming around the sudden gaping absence. Relief washed over him even as he felt his own slick spill out along his upper thigs. But the feeling was temporary as almost immediately, it pushed inside him again. Another attempt at screaming was muffled; all that escaped him was a pathetic whine as the head pried him open once more, his treacherous walls giving way easily.
Whatever was having its way with him started thrusting inside in a quick rhythm. Stephan tried to get as much air as he could, gasping against the pillow as the breath was knocked out of him with every downward thrust. It was at that moment that he realised that it was not skin he felt on top of him, but something softer yet coarser at the same time – fur? He could not dwell on it; he was starting to feel dizzy as the movements grew rougher, the bed creaking loudly now, headboard hitting the wall with a sharp thud over and over again. He felt that thick weight slip deeper and deeper inside him, his cunt straining to take his full width and sending electricity up his spine. He’d never taken anything like this, so violently and deep, and had never felt so utterly at someone’s – somethings? – mercy. He shouldn’t like it, shouldn’t – a loud moan escaped his throat as the thrusting sped up, hitting some spot inside him that made his thighs shake in pleasure more than strain.
No, he shouldn’t – again, pleasure erupted inside him. Another moan, deeper and more guttural than he’d ever heard himself make, and suddenly the pillow was yanked away and he was free. He coughed loudly even as he took it deep, the abdominal pressure of his fit making his cunt tighten painfully around the monster dick that pushed hard inside. The hands around his wrists tightened, and the weight on top of him grew heavy as he realized the person-slash-monster laid down on top of him fully. The change of position was sudden and made that cock bottom out inside him; he yelled, part in surprise, part pain. His cunt was on fire, walls stretching impossibly wide to accommodate him, and it felt like it, still thrusting relentlessly, was pounding directly into his stomach. The sound of skin slapping against wet skin was drowned out only periodically by that of the creaking bed and headboard slamming against the wall on every thrust. On an especially deep thrust, it paused as it bottomed out, something round pressing against his entrance; it was agonizing in the best way possible, and he couldn’t stop the grunt that escaped his throat. His whole body strained uselessly at the intrusion, but he was unable to move so much as a muscle under that huge body. After what may have been a single second or a full minute, his lungs filled with air as the weight lifted abruptly off his back, arms freed, and with a firm grip and fingers (claws?) that dug into his hips, his lower half was hoisted up until he was on his knees, arms flailing and too weak to support himself from the front. But that dick was already pushing inside him again (or had it never left?) before he knew what was going on. Once again, he started up a relentless rhythm, pounding deep inside him, and it was all Stephan could do to scramble helplessly for purchase as his whole body was continuously being pushed forward by the sheer force of his thrusts, and then pulled back onto his dick again. Something was building inside him, something embarrassing and enormous, and he knew he was rambling breathless nonsense, moaning, grunting, but unable to stop it. It was being drowned out by the sounds of that dick slamming inside his dripping cunt and the headboard anyway. As he pounded inside, once, twice, then so deep – waves of pleasure overwhelmed him, cunt spasming as the pace didn’t so much as falter, and soon the pleasure made way for pain as he throbbed around the continuing intrusion. His thighs tensed, braced themselves against the pain, but it was no use. It seemed to last forever, and maybe the stranger inside him was frustrated by him growing tighter, or maybe Stephan was just growing sensitive as a result of his abating orgasm, but the hurt was growing, the dick seemed to push harder, rougher, claws digging deeper into his skin and forcing him back onto his member ruthlessly.
At last, his rhythm seemed to start to fall apart, growing erratic, faster, until finally he lost his balance and collapsed once more onto Stephan’s back, warm furry weight pressing him firmly into the mattress. A hand came up around his throat, holding him in place and squeezing gently, as if warning him not to struggle. As if Stephan was in any position to do anything other than take it. But the sensation of pressure there and the rough grunts in his right ear made his cunt spasm, and suddenly there was that building pleasure again. He was being fucked deeper and harder than anyone had ever taken him, and he started whining, unable to control himself, finding himself needier and more pathetic than ever before. This was all wrong. But the idea that this monster would come inside him made him lose all sense, and he tried with all his might to arch his back more, providing better access. The grunting grew louder at that, and the rhythm more erratic. With every wet slap against his ass, something big and round pressed into his entrance with increasing insistence. And with it, electric waves of bliss pounded into him, ever building up. Finally, something burst inside him, warmth spurting deep against his walls, and Stephan felt himself orgasm again, cunt spasming uncontrollably as his mouth fell open around a wordless scream, the breath pounded out of him. The monster on top of him kept fucking him deep inside in that crazy rhythm, pushing that unyielding bulge against his entrance brutally on every slam until it popped inside with a sickening squelching sound. His cunt stretched impossibly wide to accommodate it, and Stephan had to bite into the mattress to stifle his scream. His thighs tensed, straining against the pressure on instinct, but were pinned firmly down by the weight on top of him; his arms pinned under his own body; that hand around his throat squeezed, and his dick slipped so deep inside him that he saw stars. He was unsure if he was coming again, or still coming. The cock inside him was still spasming, spurting warmth even as it thrusted shallowly, incessantly, against his very deepest walls. The noise he heard the creature make was deep, a mix between a broken moan and a feral groan. After what felt like hours, the thrusting grew slower and slower until he stilled completely on top of him, buried deep inside and locked in place by the knot. Stephan felt full, sore, and completely fucked stupid. He’d never had such a long, intense orgasm, and somehow the presence filling him up still felt good, felt… right. Exhaustion overtook him. He wasn’t sure if this monster had magic abilities or if this was some natural after effect of being fucked by… whatever it was, but before he could properly process what had just happened, a mind-numbing mind fog dragged him down into a deep sleep.
When Stephan woke up, the room was bathed in light. The first thing he noticed, was the ache deep in his pussy, and his throbbing insides, a vague sense of nausea in his stomach. The second thing was the absence of weight on top of him. A sharp sting of pain shot through his neck as he tried to turn his head, and he rubbed at it, slowly turning his body until he was on his back. The blanket was on the floor, and his sensitive crotch felt wet and cold; he wasn’t wearing any bottoms. When he looked down, he saw that his shirt had been torn up. Red claw marks adorned his hips and thighs, and he wondered what his throat would look like if he could see his own reflection. Sitting up, his thighs shook as he swung them over the side of the bed. The mattress was stained dark and still wet when he rubbed his hand over the sheet. Slick started dripping down his thighs. What the fuck had happened last night?!
He'd covered the mattress with the blanket, hoping the innkeeper wouldn’t notice until much later, attempted to wash as best he could with the limited water available, and retrieved his bottoms and cloak, drawing it tight around himself. Making his way downstairs, he begged to the gods to be able to leave the keys at the bar and make his escape unseen. But he’d never been a lucky guy, and when he reached the bottom of the stairs he spotted the owner counting some coins behind the bar. Mortified, he felt warmth spread to his cheeks as he approached. When he finally gathered the confidence to meet his gaze, his heart plummeted. The man looked tired, his face pale and purple bags sitting under his eyes, but that wasn’t what has surprised him; he was smiling at him. Eyes feral and glinting in the morning light, his lips parted. His canines were sharp and bared in a wolfish grin.
The keys forgotten, Stephan turned on his heels and made for the door, only to find it locked. A surge of panic overtook him, mixed with something else – excitement.