#monster cnc

[grosskaine]

dear monsters, if the human you're fucking starts crying during anal that doesn't mean you should stop! keep going, it means you're almost past the sigmoid bend! if you go a little further they'll start making some really cool noises! (such as *screaming* and "fuck it hurts" and "oh god please stop")

[velvetandropes]

Just imagining that some monster species have sex that lasts for days.

I don’t even care if I get exhausted, I want to be railed non-stop.

[princess-not-damsel]

The moment you saw her from across the crowded club, you were hypnotized. This ethereal woman, otherworldly in her movements. She danced seductively to the thrumming music. The light danced with her, bouncing off of her hair, the curves of her arms and her waist. Her clothing flowed with her, exposing just enough soft skin to leave the desire growing in your stomach ever more demanding.

And then you saw who she was looking at. An archetypical butch. Short haired and stocky, with a white wife pleaser and a leather jacket that was surely too warm for the room. Your hopes shrank as she made her way across the room to them and they started dancing together (read: grinding).

You went back to the bar and let yourself imagine being sandwiched between them as you ordered another drink to bring yourself some liquid courage. Maybe she was taken, but that didn't mean you couldn't get lucky that night.

(Vampire nsft below the cut)

So it looks like you're not getting lucky tonight. You dance, you flirt, you even kissed someone, but you can't get Her out of your head. It's like she cast a spell on you. You haven't seen her around for a bit, nor the butch. They probably went home.

Your frustration builds slightly. It's not like you to get hung up on a woman after just seeing her, but something was different about her. It's embarrassing.

You decide to go outside to clear your head. The music and the lights and the crowd are starting to get to you. You slip out of the front door, hand marked for easy reentry. There are too many people on the street outside for you to get a good moment to yourself, so you dart into the alley next to the club. You can still hear the dulled sound of the bass thumping through the brick wall.

As luck would have it, you're not alone back here either. The sound of soft moans and sloppy kisses alert you to that. Normally, you'd get bashful and turn around, try to not interrupt. But this time you feel yourself drawn closer.

Peeking around a stack of pallets which would obscure the couples from the street, you see Her.

Her dress is hiked up, exposing her soft thighs and the bottom of her round ass, only barely covered by lacy underwear. Her hair has been thrown into a messy updo, and the straps of her dress are down over her shoulders, and her open-backed dress leaves her bare skin exposed. She's straddling the butch's lap. You can see one of their hands holding tight to her thigh, the other under her, getting themself off.

She's kissing their neck, surely leaving hickies for everyone to see. Your mind is screaming at you to get out of here, to quit being a pervert and go before you get your shit rocked for peeping on an intimate moment. But your legs won't move. You feel like you're frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from the steady movement of her hips as she grinds on their wrist and they moan into her ear.

After a moment, the butch gasps. Their face contorts in a wince. Their not pinned hand flies to her shoulder to pull her away, just as her hand flies to cover their mouth. Their eyes flash open then roll back as she continues. You hear her purr, "That's right, relax, darling. I'm just having a taste."

When she pulls away you notice the blood around her mouth. She wipes a drop from the corner of her perfect lips and licks it off her finger, making your already almost-hard tdick throb. Again, your mind tells you to run, but your body doesn't comply. Your brain is awash with fear, but your arousal keeps you in place. You listen closer and your hand dips down the front of your pants, rubbing yourself. You feel like an even filthier pervert, but the shame makes you even more horny, and the horniness is the only thing moving you now.

She returns to sucking at the wound she left. You can hear her groaning against their skin and the wet sounds of her drinking their blood while you cover your mouth, imagining yourself in the other person's place.

After a few moments she pulls away. The butch is slumped against the wall. You see her check their pulse. And nod, satisfied. Her tongue traces over the wounds one last time, then up their neck and jaw, ending with a kiss right by their ear. You hear the butch's breath hitch slightly. It's shallow, but they're breathing.

She leans back and raises her forearm, then traces her fingernail down it. An inky dark line blooms out after it. She hisses a breath in.

"Open," she commands firmly but quietly, to the butch, tapping them on the chin.

Their mouth opens on command, and she puts her bleeding wrist to their tongue. "Go on, drink."

Their weak hands wrap around her wrist and she leads their head with a hand in their hair as they gratefully lap up the nectar of her veins.

"What a good toy," she coos. "You'll make a lovely addition to the coven."

She pulls away, traces her tongue up her own arm, and lets the butch slump back against the wall. "Good," she coos again. It's as if she's talking to you as you rub at your throbbing tdick desperately.

The butch's eyes half-open, and with exhausted effort, they weakly point past her.

Right at you.

The fear barely has time to enter your veins when you're pinned up against the wall. She's surprisingly strong for her size. She pins you to the wall with her forearm to your chest, clamping her other hand over your mouth with her other hand. You feel powerless as you wiggle against her and try desperately to pull her forearm off of you. It's like she's made of stone.

"I thought I heard company," she growls. "Aren't you a little freak? Were you getting off on that? How embarassing." Condescension condenses on her words. A shiver runs down your spine and blood rushes to your cheeks. The little light of the moon flickers off her unnaturally sharp teeth. "You know most prey has the decency to run when they spot a predator."

She told her head. Her shining, blood red eyes bore into you. It's like she's evaluating how much you'd fetch at the butcher's. "Shame I just ate. It'd be such a waste to just kill you." She takes a deep breath in, sniffing against your skin. You feel the pressure of her nails dig into your cheek and drips of blood form against them. "You do smell delicious." She lets out a shakey breath. Her tongue darts against the drops of blood her nails pricked from your skin. "And the taste," her eyes roll back as she almost moans the words. "You're delectable."

You hear a whimpering groan behind her. The butch, in a heap on the ground. She looks back at them.

"Oh isn't this a treat for you, honey? Your first human and you don't even have to hunt for it." Her eyes return to yours. "Maybe you won't be wasted after all. Lucky you." She leaned in close to your ear. "Keep your mouth shut and maybe I won't let them kill you."

In a single smooth motion, she pulls you off the wall and puts herself behind you, pinning your arms to your back. "It's all yours, baby. Let your hunger lead you."

You whimper as the newly turned vampire on the ground sizes you up. They have a wild, feral hunger in their eyes as they stare at you from all fours on the ground. Her command to keep your mouth shut works, it's practically welded despite the fear.

Your clothes are torn away as they leap on you in less than a second, desperate to get at your flesh. The cool night breeze tickles against the heat of your skin.

Their clumsy but strong hands grope at your skin. Each movement is a desperate grab for more. They bite your stomach and lick messily at your skin, not able to get enough blood out of the small wounds they leave to satiate their new thirst. Their breath is sharp against you, taking in your scent.

"Thighs are a good start, love," the vampire behind you coos to her fledgling. "Start there."

With the command, your shorts are torn off of you, wasting not a second in pulling them aside or off. Your boxers go with them, exposing your aching hole.

You feel the sharp sting of pain as the fledgling bites hard into the meat of your thigh. As they lap and suck at the blood, the pain dulls, and you relax. Your mind clouds, inebriated. Suddenly your thoughts morph from fearful compliance to easy melting. You're like puddy in the hands of the woman behind you as her fledgling feasts on your blood.

Their eagerness leads to several seperate bites on your inner thighs, each more numbing than the last. By the third, your entire weight is on the woman holding you up. Your legs are jellied.

They lick at each of the slowly oozing marks, tracing their tongue quickly up your inner thighs to catch any drops that escaped. You whimper again at the sensations and wiggle your hips slightly.

Suddenly, they seem distracted. Their hungry gaze snaps from your legs to your swollen tdick. Their eyes flick up to their mistress.

"Go ahead, darling. Have fun with your first," she coos, petting your hair.

You whimper louder and nuzzle your face against one of her breasts as the fledgling starts to suck you off. Whatever is in their saliva sets your dick ablaze with sensitivity. You cum on their tongue in less than a minute, but they keep going.

They're relentless in their pursuit of your orgasms. Their fingers dig into your thighs as their mistress hums and strokes your hair, cooing into your ear what a good blood bag you're being for them.

Her fangs pierce your limp wrist and she licks blood from you as well, holding you up easily with one arm. Her tongue traces circles, feeling as sensitive as the attention on your dick. You cum again and again until you can't feel anything but the dull throb of overstimulation between your legs.

You hear the vampire click her tongue behind you. "Ease up, love, we don't want to kill it."

Obediently, the butch sits back on their knees, away from you. The rush of cool air against your wetness sends another shiver through you.

The vampire sighs. "You're just too good to let go," she coos into your ear, stroking your jaw. "Let's get this one home, honey." The eager butch nods rapidly, their face wet with your slick and blood.

You can hear the smile in her voice and her nails dig into your skin. "The coven will be so happy to have a new blood bag around."

[princess-not-damsel]

Three weeks ago you saw the most beautiful woman you’ve ever imagined. That fateful night in  the dyke bar, you locked eyes with her across the room and instantly, you became hers. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw her again. Her eyes, her smile, the shine of sweat on her skin, and the temptation laced into every movement. Your breath was stolen from you that night and you hadn't gotten it back. You knew you needed to be with her. To be hers. Every second away from her ached. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, you couldn't think. You couldn't get her out of your head. She was your first and last waking thought. She invaded your dreams as she did your days. You felt the electric ecstasy of her fingers on your skin. The hypnotic sound of her laughs turning to moans under your touch. You woke soaking wet and aching with want, and any attempts to soothe yourself only provided momentary solace from the torment that was being away from her. You'd never felt like this before. You needed relief. You needed her.

Three days ago, you saw her again. She smiles at you coyly, as if she doesn't know exactly what she's been doing to you. It told you that you were on the right track. Her eyes told you she wanted you to be. You'd been exhausting all your options trying to find her, and now you did. You perfected tracking her schedule, each movement and moment. And now you know she wants you too.

Three hours ago, you made your move.

NSFT under the cut (somno, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, magic/hypno)

Every time she goes out with her friends, she stays out until the wee hours of the morning. Then she stays at a friend's place, unless her friend goes home with a guy. Then she walks home. Alone. You needed her to walk alone.

Everything went perfectly. You saw who her friend was checking out. Perfect stranger made wingman, you nudged the dude and told him. You encouraged him to buy him a drink. Then another. More. You put it on your tab. Any cost.

Throughout the night, she kept looking at you. You could always tell when she was looking at you. You felt it streak down your spine and into each extremity. You wanted the quick release of a dance with her, but you knew you couldn't. Patience would be rewarded. All you allowed yourself was another glance her way. The moment your eyes met, everything else you'd ever wanted slipped away. Hers. Hers.

Her friend left with the guy. You closed your tab. Time slowed as the pieces fell into place. She left the bar and every part of you felt more alive than you ever had. Watching her walk down the street, you could feel the anticipation sparking through the air. She couldn’t just turn around and go home with you, however much she clearly wanted to; this was a test of your devotion and drive. You’d prove yourself to her tonight. There was no going back.

As expected, she cut through the park for a quicker route home. This choice was just another confirmation for you. Why else would she choose the cover of darkness if not to give you your chance? You wanted to thank her for her grace and generosity. She walked quickly, as always, and threw a glance toward you over her shoulder. In the dim light of the distant street lamps, you knew you saw her perfect pink lips curled into a smile. A smile for you, goading you forward, steeling your nerves. The charge it sent through you, knowing that smile was just yours in the silence and dark, it made your gut clench. You couldn’t back down. You had to preserve that feeling, of being hers and hers alone.

Your fist tightened around the syringe in your pocket. Thanks to your savings and leveraging some favors, you had exactly what you needed to prove your unwavering devotion. She wouldn’t even need to waste her energy on a struggle.

Her strides were quick, but shorter than yours. As she passed by a darkened parking lot, you knew your moment had come. You quickened your pace. Ever the tease, she did too. But it was fruitless. Her heels and blood-alcohol content inhibited her movement, and you were sober and fate-fueled. She was hot in your arms. Her precious hands wrapped around your arm as she graced your ears with a short song of pretend fear. She was no match for destiny, which burnt her name onto your heart and conviction into your mind. As the sedative entered her veins, pride flooded yours. You’d done so well. The fight left her quickly as her breath slowed. Her last mumbles wove into your tearful praise, thanking her for giving you this chance. The woman who’d tormented your dreams succumbed to her own and fell unconscious against you.

Your gleaming pride did not fade as you carried her to your nearby car. You relished in her scent and her weight in your arms. A street lamp illuminated her peacefully sleeping face. It filled you with incandescent joy. Seeing her face in full light, serene and resting against your shoulder, you couldn’t have been more sure of your actions. You tucked her into the back seat with delicate intention, knowing you were handling the most valuable treasure to find itself in the unworthy arms of humanity.

Driving through the city back to your home was agony in purest form. Each bump, stoplight, and jaywalking pedestrian was more irksome than the last. But when you got her past your threshold, your cherished bride asleep in your arms, all the world’s pieces fell into place. Her limp hands were embraced by the ropes you’d specially selected to not chafe or burn her invaluable skin. Her head found its home atop downy pillows in silk cases. With gentle touch and her favorite makeup remover, you carefully stripped away the gloss and shimmer she carefully applied. It was dazzling, but you were only more taken when you could see her natural beauty exposed. 

You took a moment to admire her sleeping form. The peace on her face rewarded your job well done. You grazed your fingers over her skin, trembling with the anticipation you’d stored for weeks on end. You knew from that moment that it would culminate here, with her in your home, saved from the mundane drone of a life that never deserved the goddess living it.

Every breath you took in her presence was a gift. You hesitated over the seams of her dress. The slinky black garment which captured the light and left it to dance over her curves, which looked more true to what it really was without the distracting club lights: unworthy. You pushed past your hesitation to rid her of the loathsome excuse for clothing. It did not deserve to touch her. It slid down her body with ease and you caught your breath as every inch of her revealed itself to you. She was more captivating than the light of a flame was to a moth, more radiant than a fresh-born star, and more tantalizing than the golden trickle of nectar from the holy amphora of Ganymede. Her body set yours alight. It was everything you’d been waiting for.

Her last garments were quickly deemed unworthy and thusly stripped away by her loyal champion. 

Your reverence built to an unimpeachable climax, and you could no longer satiate yourself by mere vision. You bowed to indulge in the scent of her sweat and perfume. Even just that made your mouth water and your eyes shut in ecstasy. She was so close, so perfect. Every touch sent pure euphoria through your palms into your body. You pressed your lips to her soft skin and moaned against her, just feeling the pleasure of finally having your personal Aphrodite in your sycophantic hands. You kissed every inch of her skin, from her finger tips down her palms and arms, across her chest and up her neck, on her sternum and stomach and inner thighs, to the backs of her knees and the bottoms of her feet. Every piece of her deserved the same worship, and you bore the honor of giving it. 

But the intoxicating scent of her pussy drew you closer. You could hardly resist as you kissed her hips and ran your hands over her legs. She needed to be revered. You needed to express your zealous desire. You dropped to your knees and pulled her legs over your shoulders off the edge of the bed. 

Your breath shook as you allowed yourself the indulgence of her pussy. The moment your tongue met her taste, though, your hesitation was replaced by ferocious, carnal hunger. You spread her open with your fingers and buried your face between her legs. Her body, though not conscious, reacted to you. It gave you the magnificent gift of her arousal. You sucked at her clit and traced your tongue along her pink satin folds. Your mind fogged but your senses sharpened. You could hear every hitch of breath, feel every slight tremble and clench. But the taste- oh the taste of her kept you going. Long past when your tongue tired and your jaw was sore, your fingers curled against her skin and you continued to cherish each drop of nectar brought on by your work, your worship.

You gazed up at her with half-lidded eyes and kissed her thighs. The vision of her soft curves brought your attention back to the ache between your legs. It was unbearable. You told yourself you'd only allow pleasure at her behest, but you'd already held out for so long waiting for this moment. She was kind. She would understand.

You stripped yourself without second thought and straddled her thigh. Not everything, not yet, but you'd at least feel her against you. Even the friction of her skin on your throbbing cunt was enough for you to moan and rock forward.

Her body was so perfect here, arms over her head, face framed with an angelic halo of hair and her heaven-sculpted body on full display for you. You rutted against her leg as you moaned again, wondering how you could be so blessed as to have this god in mortal form present herself to you.

Your fingers hesitated around her pussy, gingerly tracing over every detail. Your eyes stayed trained on her peaceful face, only disrupted by the slight curve of her brow as the tips of your fingers slid into her entrance. Feeling her again, you couldn't hold onto your plans. Your fingertips quickly gave way to plunging into her down to your knuckles, making you moan more loudly than you ever had. Anything before this was practice. Experiencing her was transcendence.

Continuing at a steady rhythm, you humped her leg, whimpering like a tamed beast as you listened to the soft wet sounds of your fingers curling and pressing into her pussy. You imagined it was your dick deep in her, making your hips stutter. You whimpered again and rested your head on her chest, then, drawn in by the promise of sweat on her skin, you began to lick and suck on the sweet soft flesh there. 

Her sweat was salty and intoxicating. You took a deep breath, savoring it. You were careful not to mar an inch of her skin with marks left in your wake, merely grazing her skin and moving onto a new place. Every part of her was worth this attention. You kissed up the side of her breast, eventually burying your face against her armpit. Your dick throbbed again as you took another deep breath, then another. Your eyes rolled back at her scent and your movements became more sporadic. How could one person be so infinitely enticing? How could she be real and in your bed?

But she was. She was here. Your cunt against her thigh proved that, the clench of her spasming pussy around your fingers did too. She was a dream for so long, but reality now.

Your lips returned to her breast, kissing down ferociously as her sleepy moans reached your ears. You were reasonably sure you'd made her cum a few times, but you couldn't stop chasing that. You would prove yourself worthy of her.

Her nipple hardened as you flicked it with your tongue, then sucked at it as you continued to hump her leg. Your body grew more heavy against hers.

You were so proud of yourself for finding her, for pleasuring her. You could imagine how happy she'd be to see you. You could imagine the praise. You knew her voice, and could conjure the sound in her mind, that soothing, dulcet coo “So good for me. Thank you, baby.”

You whimpered and repeated the words “Thank you, thank you,” as you finally allowed your fingers to write your own pleasure too.

It only took seconds before your body shook with pleasure reaching its peak. You came on her leg, imagining it deep inside her instead. 

You pulled your fingers out of her and sucked them clean. Tears had welled at the corners of your eyes and you rocked yourself, still straddling her leg. Guilt colored your cheeks pink. You came without permission from your goddess. Would she be mad? Would she be disappointed? You couldn't help it. She's just so perfect.

Eventually, after laying against her and soothing yourself to the sound of her heartbeat, you worked up the nerve to look at her and allow yourself to bask in her glory. You gazed at her in sheer adoration. The word “beauty” was given an unquestionable definition in her face.

Three hours ago, you'd brought her home.

Three seconds ago, she woke up, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at you. “Is that really all you've got for me, darling?”

You leapt off of her like a startled cat, then dropped to your knees and started babbling pleas for forgiveness.

She laughed, that mind-altering, resplendent laugh, and sat up - wait, she was tied - with a knowing smile. Her legs swung off the edge of the bed, wrists free. How? You’d tied her well. You researched knots. 

There was a peculiar glint in her eye, something cruel, something magical. Your mind felt foggy as you tried to work through your confusion. She was a shining star, blindingly beautiful. It hurt to look directly at her, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. She was as mesmerizing as she was inhuman. 

The rope you’d used to tie her slid off the bed like it had a mind of its own. Frozen in place, you didn’t even try to struggle as it wrapped itself around your wrists, tying them behind you.

“I expected you to come talk to me at least, darling, but this was a surprise, I’ll admit,” she chuckled and stood over you as she scratched her fingers through your hair. “The things you mortals will do with just a little too much love.”

Your confused mind stalled, unable to come up with an answer. She was so gorgeous above you. Her hand felt so good against your scalp. Your heavy head rested on her leg as you took heaving breaths, losing yourself again in her scent.

Then she yanked your head back roughly, forcing you to look up at her. “But I asked you a question, dear. Was that all you got?”

You gasped and whimpered, then shook your head, eyes wide. 

“Good.” She purred. With a step back she ordered, “Up. On the bed.”

Your heavy limbs moved by themselves. Even if you’d wanted to stop, you didn’t think you could. You sat on the bed as ordered, and she traced her fingers along your chest and arms. Her touch was even more electric than you’d anticipated. You couldn’t keep still; you twitched and writhed under her. Her eyes, hypnotic, shone with a cold fondness. 

“You’re so beautiful,” You choked out, the only thing on your mind. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, even as she sized you up.

Her lips curled into a smile. “Ohh baby, I know.”

She straddled you and your breath caught in your chest. Her hands ran through your hair. “And you’re so handsome,” she cooed, saccharine in tone. You swallowed her honeyed words without hesitation, allowing the ecstasy to numb your mind. You could feel her grinding on you. You groaned.

“Mmy strap..’s in the nightstand,” you mumbled, head buried against her chest.

She chuckled darkly. “Ohh don’t worry about that, baby.” 

As she pressed against you, you began to feel more than usual. You could feel her higher than typical, and even as she raised herself, you could feel her slick opening against you. Confused and disoriented, you looked down at yourself, unable to see anything different, but as she moved her hips you could feel it, even though you weren’t really touching.

“I’ve got it aaall taken care of,” she cooed into your ear, pulling your head back to suck at your neck.

Your dick throbbed. She adjusted in your lap and suddenly, with a pleased sigh from her, you could feel her all around you. You could feel her warmth and wetness and the soft pressure of her pussy.

You gasped and sputtered. Your hips spasmed. She laughed, which also felt good. You couldn’t close your mouth, just gaze up at her in wonder and bliss. What was she doing to you? How?

She only had to bounce herself for a few seconds before you were a complete whimpering mess, unable to fathom the feeling gathering in your body. Your eyes opened to beg for mercy. “Please can I-” 

“Mhmm.” She hummed with a smile.

Thrusting up into her, you felt yourself cum with jerking hips and desperate gasps. She moaned too, groping her tits in your face as you finished in her. You could feel her clench around you, and you could feel the warm squish of your cum leaking out around your dick.

Your head lolled limply. “I’m sorry I’m so quick. I promise I’ll be better. I'm sorry,” you mumbled. A strange fatigue washed over you.

She laughed again. “Oh baby.” She scratched under your chin. “It’s okay. You’re not done yet.”

Your eyes fluttered. She was still on top of you, her hips moving again. She pushed you onto your elbows. “You’re done when I say you are.” She leaned forward and you felt yourself getting hard in her again. “And I’m draining every last drop.” Her lips met yours. Her tongue dipped into your mouth, making your eyes roll back. She bit your lip and sucked on it, hard enough to draw blood. You moaned at the feeling.

She picked up her pace. She was ceaseless, insatiable. Every time you thought she was satisfied, she continued, manipulating your body like a posable doll as you pounded into her. She scratched your back and pulled your hair and made no effort to avoid leaving marks as she bit your skin and groped your chest. You were mindless, just putty in her hands thoughtlessly enjoying the feelings of being hers and the pleasure that came with it.

By the time she was done, the sun was well in the sky. You were exhausted, your vision rimmed with darkness. The only thing in focus was her, everything else was blurry. Your head was full of cotton and your dick throbbed with over stimulation. Your eyes were open only to catch glimpses of her.

She looked untouched. Her skin was near-glowing with radiance, her face bright and hair shiny. She extracted herself from you, fresh as a daisy, with a playful grin. “Good job, baby!” the magic glint in her eyes shone so obviously in the daylight. She caressed your cheek, then gave you a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be back in a few weeks. Toodles!”

As though rising from a full night’s rest, a good meal, and a morning jog, she exited your home with cheerful confidence. You passed out before she made it out the door.

Three weeks ago you met the most beautiful woman you’d ever imagined. Three weeks from now, you’ll be edging yourself to the thought of her coming back to use you again. How lucky you are to have the favor of a goddess.

[velvetandropes]

Just thinking of the all the cryptids that had to explain that they don’t have genitalia to screw me with, so having sex isn’t physically possible, only for me to open up my collection of straps to use

[velvetandropes]

Being a succubus who bottoms would be so ideal: just imagine not getting a second to rest before being summoned from one fuck session to the next.

[velvetandropes]

No I’d definitely hate to be a prisoner, where my punishment is being chained up inside a cage filled with cryptids.

[velvetandropes]

SKINWALKER x NB protagonist - NSFT/NSFW STORY - PART 1

TW: Blood, CNC

Sorry it’s a two parter 😔, it was a product of a 4 am hyper focus

You open your eyes to the inside of your dimly lit tent. The memories seep into your mind: after years of peer pressure from your old friends, you begrudgingly said yes to a camping trip in the woods. You had been convinced that it was safe; a “tranquil” place where you can really “escape the hustle and bustle of your boring desk job.” Maybe that was true, but every time you averted your gaze to the trees in the horizon from that very same desk, you were rushed with the sense of dread and enmity. Something was there, and for the many years you had been avoiding it: you could feel it watching. Yet, here you are laying in a tent in the very centre of it… Shrouded in darkness.The crunch of leaves startle you, making you bolt upright. You pat the ground for your flashlight before slipping in your boots and unzipping the front of your tent, crouching and stepping your way out into the dark clearing. On first glance, you noticed the familiar figure of your friend positioned a few feet away from the other tents, facing a bush with their back towards you. A sense of relief washed over you. “How can you go to the toilet so easily out here, it’s so unnerving...” You chuckle, the icy chill in the air already beginning to crack your lips.He shrugs his shoulders, continuing to finish his business. Sighing, you avert your gaze, trying to give the man a sense of privacy.

You point your flashlight to the surrounding area, the yellow gaze illuminating the scene in front of you. The other tents were gone; not even a ground peg had been left behind. Panic took hold of you: it’s grip tightening as you frantically look around. Maybe they moved the tents? Had they left you and your friend behind? “Wait, where is everyone?… What happened to the tents?” Crouching down to the ground for a closer inspection, you see the foot prints of what you assume to be one of the group members: except, it wasn’t round like the outdoor boots, it was completely bare. Had someone left completely bare foot?

“They can’t be too far without their shoes so-“ You swing your head over your shoulder, only to look up at the figure now towering over you. He wasn’t your friend: not anymore. Its whole body began to morph and crack, bones snapping under the skin whilst muscle fibres ripped apart. You fall backwards onto your rear, fumbling as the creature continues to bend and break itself anew. You couldn’t take your eyes away from the gruesome metaphorphosis, let alone try to escape from it. It didn’t take long for the creature to finally stand still: it’s face now reminiscent of a deer skull; it’s antlers stripped down bare to the bone. The creatures skin below its head was black, it’s torso almost human-like except for the long black claws at the ends of its hands and feet. It’s legs, however, were far from human; they were bent backwards like the back legs of a deer, except more crooked and grotesque.

Despite the hollow space for eyes, you could feel it lock onto you. In the moment of silence, something inside you finally snaps; you quickly swing around and scramble to your feet. It was short lived though, as you feel a great force kick your back. You fall forwards and skid into the muddied floor, feeling the wind get knocked right out of you. Without even a second to think, you feel a large claw grip your ankle and drag you like a rag doll across the floor - the rough terrain cutting into your cheek. You scream and desperately try to dig your nails into the grass, leaving trails of claw marks as you went. “NO! NO PLEASE!” You cry, trying to kick and rip yourself away to no avail. The campsite begins to be engulfed in darkness as you are dragged into a small clearing of the woods, with the only thing breaking the silence being the sound of your very own blood-curdling cries.

The ground is pulled away from you as you are lifted into the air, dangling in front of the creature like a mouse caught by its tail. You try your best to use your free leg by kicking the creature’s hand, attempting to pull yourself up and force it to release you, but it didn’t even budge. You could feel it toying with you, amused by your pitiful effort. After a few moments of watching you writhe under its grip, the creature takes its other claw and presses it into your torso: the needle-like tips piercing through the layers of clothing before hitting your skin. It jerked it’s claw downwards, ripping your shirt and coat apart before leaving four long cuts down your chest and abdomen. The sudden exposure to the cold air and pain making your body jolt, gasping and squirming under the monster’s grip. Blood began to ooze out the marks, slowly trickling down your chest and neck. “No more… please…” You whimper pathetically, letting your body go limp. The creature was deafeningly silent, not even the whisper of its breath escaped its jaws; the only sound that ever escaped it being the creaking of its limbs as it moved. Cracking open it’s jaw, its tongue began to slither out towards you, bringing you closer and licking the beads of blood that had dribbled over you. You shiver and whine at the uncomfortable sensation, the tongue feeling like a snake trailing your body. Tears and blood began to drip onto the grass floor below, saliva now mixing with them on your torso as the creature continued to almost explore your upper body. However, it wasn’t long before you felt it glide upwards toward your crotch. You strain your head to look up, seeing the tongue press under your pajama bottoms, your breath hitching as you realised where it was headed. “Wait, don’t!” You writhe and plead but, despite your desperate efforts, the beast continued its ascent. The feeling the moist tendril against such a private area quickly sent warmth surging between your legs.