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My lungs burn as I run through this maze of a house, squeezing between boarded up halls and hidden rooms. The same yellowed wallpaper taunts my vision every time I think I’ve made progress. I can’t tell where I am anymore. I know I’m somewhere upstairs, but he might be guarding the stairs. Standing in the corner of the room, I wait and listen. It seems clear so I squeeze into a boarded-up room, hoping it loops to the stairwell. I peeked between the boards to see my path. The stairs! Without a second thought I barely squeeze my shoulders through, silently gasping for a second breath before going to squeeze the rest of myself. Oh. Oh no. I feel my heart drop as the bones of my pelvis protest the tight space. I begin to wiggle, hoping that my shoulders have weakened the old boards, but they hold strong, and I feel the sides of my waist chafe against the struggle. I try to struggle silently when I hear something that freezes the blood in my veins. Footsteps. I swear silently and try to slip out the way I came, but my shoulders won’t fit back through. Oh god. Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Cold sweat forms as I try to keep calm. The footsteps only get closer before I accept my defeat. I can only hope he doesn’t realize I’m here, it’s an odd enough place that I might get overlooked completely, especially with the other people in the house getting away much more quickly. I look over my shoulder and yelp in shock. Behind me, a hole in the wood reveals the behemoth of a man who's chased me all day. He seems to be breathing heavily as he stares at me, his head tilted to one side. He takes a step toward me, and I feel tears begin to form.
“Please, please. I’ll be so good. I won’t say anything. I’ll stay in the basement. Please don’t hurt me.” I thrash side to side, hoping to loosen myself from this wooden prison. I feel two large hands on my hips and whimper, freezing in place. The large man tries to pull me out, but I yelp in protest, startling him enough to let go. “I’m stuck…” The man laughs, genuinely laughs, and I feel my face heat up in embarrassment. This is Darwinism at its finest. I didn't check to see if I fit through that wedge.
The large man gives a non-committal tug of my body before giving up on getting my body out. My relief is met with shock as a large hand grabs my ass firmly. I yelp as he lifts my legs, separating them to fit his body. The man gives one more tug, but my body doesn’t budge. I whimper as I feel his rough hands grip my legs. A familiar feeling begins to pool in my loins as he presses himself against me, slowly grinding himself between my legs. I yelp when I feel him reach underneath my waistband, pulling my shorts down roughly. The distinct sound of a belt buckle makes my thighs clench with anticipation. I can’t see what he’s doing from the hole in the wood, but I can only imagine the girth of such a monstrous human.
Something wet and hot lands near my hole and is unceremoniously rubbed around for lubricant, I feel my heart begin to race. The tip of his cock presses against my wet entrance lightly, pressing as if seeing just how tight it's going to be. He lets out a moan as his tip slips in, causing me to let out a breathy sigh. He grips my thighs as he slowly enters me, letting me feel every thick inch of him. “Oh~” This seems to be what the man wanted as he begins fucking me slowly, feeling the way my muscles twitch and react to his unknown touch.
His quickly becomes brutal, not giving me a second to think. The behemoth fucks into me hard and fast enough to cause the old wall to creak in protest. I can't help but moan as I feel the tips of his fingers work the muscles of my ass, spreading me open so that he can see what he’s doing to me. All I hear are his breathy grunts as skin meets with skin, our bones colliding with the desperate pace he has set for us. With a gasp, he pushes into me as deep as he can go, filling me with his hot cum. He milks himself in my tender hole, groaning with pleasure at the sight. He begins rubbing his half-soft cock against my dripping hole, sighing at the friction. Just when I think he’s done, he lines himself up and rams his cock as deep as it can go with a grunt, causing me to cry out. It seems the monster has found himself a new toy.
Flug feels like the man inside him is everywhere, every inch of him being stroked, licked, or nipped. He couldn't see through the flickering lenses, the glass broken by the older man. The sound of wet skin on skin sends goosebumps down his body. Black Hat rumbles contentedly, licking the doctor's neck with his long, cold tongue. It's too much. It's everything. It's...it's. Flug feels tears well up in his eyes as he comes over one of the entity's cold hands. A low purr vibrates through Flug's bones as his bag is removed; the freezing air of the room stings his face.
"You would cry, wouldn't you, you pathetic little roach?" Black Hat laughs as he licks the tear. The older man picks up his pace, pumping himself deeper into the smaller man. "I want to hear you. SPEAK UP!" Claws dig into the scientist's face, a sharp thumb pressing on his tongue.
"Ah! AH! JEFE, PLEASE! PLEASE!" Black Hat laughs as the doctor bounces with each thrust. Hot tears roll down the Flug's face, the taste of salt in his mouth as they drip through the hole in his cheek. The demon chases the treat with his tongue, tracing each molar and bicuspid with his wet tongue. Flug hums as he sucks on one of the man's tongues, the temperature difference reminding him of a popsicle.
"I think I could watch you cry all night, Doctor~"
