My Light ☆ Mothman x Reader| Kinktober Day 31
Summary: You get taken by the Mothman on Halloween, all because of a shitty Halloween costume.
Word Count: 1325
Tags: Kidnapping, monsterfucking, non-human genital, Mothman, cryptid, halloween, folklore, monster fucker, insectoid, monster/human romance,
It's Halloween day, and you had made the mistake of not buying a costume beforehand, so you decided to make one, which was even more last minute. You just used your black top and leggings and glued down some battery-powered LEDs. It's all you have, and if anyone asked you who you were, you’d say it was a lamp or some other light-up thing.
It was time to go to a party, and you had walked out of your home. These lights were actually very bright on your person, showing off the essence of your skin. You make sure the weather is nice before leaving and starting your medium-length walk to the house party. The streets were eerily empty for it to be Halloween night, usually, you’d see the festive children asking for candies but there was none. In fact, it all looked like an odd ghost town.
When you reach the house you see that there seemed to be no forms of party going on. Now you were confused, where was the party, where was everyone, is this some kinda joke? Are you being pranked and if so it's not funny. You turn to leave, and going home to watch some scary movies and eat some popcorn seems to be the only option. Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t spend much of any money on the costume.
You didn't account for the party being canceled, should have called my friends first before walking all the way out here. What you did not account for was getting snatched up from the ground and into the air. It happened all too fast for you to think about it. The height that you had managed to get pulled in by the unknown had pulled you into an overwhelming frenzy and you passed out.
When you wake up in a burrow by the looks of it, it's warm. That's not important because you have no idea where you are let alone what took you here. You just sit there, your Halloween costume being the only source of light. You hear wings getting louder as you. Then you see him… The mothman, at first you thought you were hallucinating but then he got closer, bigger and then he was towering over you from only a few inches away.
“W-wow” You muttered more to yourself than the large cryptid, you looked him up and down. The red glowing eyes stared at you unblinking, as he used one of his four arms to poke and prod at you.
You let them until it starts to get more invasive making you grip onto the fluff of his neck? You weren't sure if it was his neck, either way, it seemed to enjoy it because the other arms started to wrap around you.
It was only after you were placed on your back that you started to catch a more sensual vibe of what was going on.
The mothman takes a sharp claw and rips a hole in the cheap fabric, you didn’t even have time to close your legs as the large cryptid holds you legs wide open for himself. He purrs and you sit up to stare at the bright red eyes looking down at you.
Mothman was large and tall, covered with fur, his wings covered his body like cloak. His hands were large but compared to the size of his body they were smaller than you expected.
Parting his wings and positioning them behind him, his cock sprang up. His dick was long, thick, and dark, with a purple-reddish glow between the creases. From tip to base, there were rounded flaps. Once you looked closer, the reddish-purple was actually his bilging veins leading from the base to the flat, pointed.
He positioned himself in your hole and pushed into you, filling you up completely. There wasn’t a single part of your home that wasn’t hugging Mothman's meaty cock.
Hearing your sharp gasp fills the cryptid with satisfaction, but instead of taking advantage of your shock to be filled, he chooses to wait. It helps you get used to what feels like a foreign object lodged up your pussy.
His own fingers carefully dig into your skin, giving each thigh an occasional squeeze to show you who's in charge here. It's not like you were gonna be challenging him in a battle of dominance, with the way he was stuffing you full. After several moments of intimate silence, your walls fluttered around his length and girth. He pulled you close so that you both could really appreciate how tightly wrapped around his length you were. You felt like you started getting lost in his eyes and other things like the phallic beast inside you.
It's gentle, almost affectionate, and the way his eyes remain locked with yours. Right before he starts moving a little bit, causing a small whimper to leave your mouth, through your teeth, he begins to move, not fast at first, but with slow and deliberate thrusts that allow him to revel in how good it feels to be inside you and potentially anyone… You don't know; you could be the first or the hundredth; you are in no place to slut shame.
You feel half-boneless in his grip, which he tightens as he starts to move faster and actively at a more rhythmic pace. One of his hands switches between your breasts, going from one to the other and playing with the plush but firm lumps. Tilting his head to give them both a few licks with his slimy tongue as he keeps thrusting. It causes a mewl to mutter weakly from your mouth.
There's an urgency behind his tongue, a hunger even as he laps at your nipples. It makes you shiver and arch into the open mouth against your chest. Mothman was laying his claim all over your body, and you weren't even thinking of putting up some kind of fight.
You feel like we're going to come already, even though things have only begun. Your walls were fluttering, if not just clenched, around the length and girth inside you as you couldn’t stop yourself from toppling into orgasm. You let out a loud moan as your back arched, and you felt dizzy. You looked up at him as he pulled away from your breast; you almost thought you had ruined the moment when his hips paused.
He regrips you, this time by your hips, and starts to jerk his hips back and forth. You felt sensitive after just having a climax, but none of that seemed like a concern for either of you. But definitely not from the cryptid, who was now focused on their own pleasure. You whimper out with ragged breath as you try not to get too overwhelmed with the new rougher pace; it was harder, faster, and even more deeper thrust than the gentle pace that was set earlier.
You were reaching for any part of him to grip onto as you wanted to ground yourself to someone because you felt another peak clawing its way up your system. His cock was throbbing, which almost felt akin to vibrating for its own release. That alone brought you over the edge again, and you clenched him into his own release.
His load feels you quick and hot, filling you in your already full entrance. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent. The Mothman can feel your body shaking beneath him, still trembling with aftershocks from your combined orgasms. It takes him a few moments before he slowly pulls each inch out of you, taking his time before it's all the way out. You let out a groan and felt like your body was melting into his ness. He wraps himself around you and cuddles your body until you both fall asleep.
This is one way to spend your Halloween.
