The second night was different from all other nights having preceded it. I rose from my bed as per usual for the last few weeks, grabbed my flashlight as usual but things seemed too quiet. The house didn't creak, the doors didn't squeal and even the sound of my feet moving across carpet was muffled. I don't know why, but I was convinced that something was lurking in the darkness outside of the poorly lit bedroom. This was different than the usual stalking and murder, and that sent chills up my spine. I checked the bed and there were no little bears. The closet was empty as well and these things didn't bring me any comfort.

I took short steps to the left door, flashlight at the ready. I leaned out just the slightest bit into the darkened hall, my heart fluttering and threatening to stop. I was trying not to go into a panic attack as I listened for that soft breathing. I didn't hear anything, so I turned on the torch, only to be met with the terrifying visual of that purple rabbit monster dashing towards me, moving much too fast for anything of its size.

I screamed so loudly that my throat closed up after a moment to keep from tearing itself, a squeak following the shrieking. I was mowed down by the beast, sliding across the carpet and probably getting a nasty rug burn. It's giant teeth made the sound of knives brushing against each other as it leaned over me. It's large muzzle was blocking my view of its eyes and I think I peed myself a little. Those teeth had been buried into my flesh before and yet here they were, closed as that black nose sniffed me out. It was cold like unfeeling metal and those wiry whiskers scratched my neck a little as that nose buried into my neck.

I was fragile under this beast and I was in love for a moment. My chest rose and fell quickly as it opened its mouth. I thought it would snap its teeth around my neck and break it instantly. Instead a frigid and slightly moist tongue lapped up my shoulder and neck, the thin strap of my shirt covering very little. I let out a quiet sigh and one of the clawed hands moved from the side of my shoulders. Angry red lines were drawn into my skin as my shirt was lifted and I assumed it was an accident at first. I started to think otherwise as those metal claws continued to scratch down my previously unmarked flesh. Despite the pain I arched into each cut, my heart fluttering like it did when I leaned into the blackened hallway. Whatever changed the rabbit monster's behavior was a godsend.

My bra was cut off but I wasn't too surprised. Those giant hands were almost as long as my thighs and made of sharp metal pieces. Who could expect dexterity from them?

That damp tongue smelled like rust, copper, and death and the beast smeared the sent over my breasts, lapping carefully with the rough tongue. The texture scratched and soothed at the same time, making my nipples pert. I doubted that the beast had ever attempted this before - I was the only human here - so it was a surprise when it began circling the raised nipples purposefully, it's free hand working my pants down around my knees. I let out a small squeak as its sharp fingers gently moved over my panties, pressing into my lips carefully. I really didn't want it to claw me down there and it took a lot of will to even say so. I stuttered out a little and its eyes locked onto me, bright and blue. The aperture on its eyes narrowed a bit, making the light two small pinpricks. I was frozen by its gaze alone and it seemed to realize that. It pressed firmly with the flat edges of its fingers to bring me out of shock and it worked, making me groan. It's ears wiggled a bit and the movement seemed so cheeky.

"Just, please don't hurt the goods."

It moved down my body, sniffing me as it went, inhaling my scent. It reached my underwear and moved it out of the way by simply snapping them with a single claw. I felt the elastic give and barely gasped as it hit my skin. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the paper cuts on my torso.

It moved the scraps of my panties off of me, sticking its cold nose right against my clit, making me squirm. It let out a rattling noise and I could have sworn that it was laughing at me. It's broad and flat tongue licked from the bottom of my womanhood all the way up to my clit, making me claw at the carpet. It easily slid the giant muscle into me and I felt intoxicated by it. It was stretching me like no tongue had before and it wriggled and squirmed. It was getting at least as deep as my fingers could. I rolled my hips, riding the long muscle. My legs were brushing against the blunt side of those sharp teeth. It could eat me alive, oh it could kill me and it would be worth it.

I gasped and moaned as it teased me, babbling out for more. I wanted anything it would give me and the sound of servos moving made me shudder in anticipation. I didn't know what was next, but I sure didn't expect a purple silicone cock attached to its pelvis. It was the size of my forearm and I thought that the limp I would have would be worth it.

It spread my legs wide, breathing hot again against my exposed chest. It kept me still as the large, bulbous head pressed against my dripping sex. It was splitting me open, I swear, and if it wasn't for the hands keeping my lower body still I would have been squirming away. I screamed for the second time that night, in pleasure rather than fear. It hurt, sure, but I barely registered it between the pressure of that giant shaft and the warmth radiating from the shallow cuts on my chest. I pulled the monster closer with my arms, holding its large and torn skull as my body was rocked completely by a shallow movement of its hips. It was reaching deeper than anything ever had before and it was working its way even deeper as it moved. I hadn't considered myself a size queen but feeling so open made my stomach undulate as I tried to meet it halfway despite being immobilized. It hit my cervix, as far back as my entrance could go, and went even further, bumping into the deepest parts of me. I felt so full and it was making it impossible to breathe.

The beast pressed its teeth to the side of my neck and I tensed, still expecting a bite. It never came, but that flat tongue began to lick my flushed skin. The gentle half kiss made me clench and I cried out at the hard thrusts that started. It was more than anything I had ever felt before. I was shaking until the very end as heat flooded up my spine, my vision going black and splotchy as I came, my opened entrance clenching as much as it could. The beast growled into me, taking a thrust or two before filling me with a large amount of some kind of fluids. It pulled out and my bulging stomach began to release the black liquid left in me. It was thick and dripped like honey. I shivered as it left me in globs.

The beast huffed warm air on me, took a moment to lap at my flooded hole, and then lifted itself and left the room, a low rattling mixed with the hiss of air coming from its chest.

I think it was purring.

I woke up, chest heaving as usual. I went to touch myself as was routine by I hissed at the rawness. I brought my finger back, seeing black stickiness on my fingers. I lifted my covers and my entire inner thighs were covered in black monster cum. If I had the energy I'm sure I would have attempted to work out another orgasm.