The sound of nails dragging down the wall made you jump.

It was getting desperate then, you considered, slowly peeling your jeans down your legs. Tossing them over a chair, you paused to unbind your hair, letting it fall loose before you gripped the bottom hem of your top. Knocks and bumps, scraping the walls and rattling at the handle—they were all needy cries for attention; desperate, whining pleas for contact. In the silence of the room, you were able to hear its panting breaths as you pulled the shirt over your head, culminating in a rumbling growl when you unhooked your bra deftly.

There was a monster in your closet, and it wanted to fuck.

It had begun shortly after you’d moved in. The house was an unremarkable little bungalow on a completely average little street in the suburbs—nothing about it said haunted. Nevertheless, it had made its presence known almost immediately. Noises in the night, odd thumps and growls emanating from the bedroom closet, and the pervasive feeling of being watched. You’d always been afraid of the boogeyman as a child, of monsters in your closet and under the bed, but now you were an adult and knew there was no such thing. There was nothing in the closet during the daylight hours, and most of the time you were able to convince yourself that things you heard were in your head. 

It had changed the night you’d come stumbling into the bedroom with your Tinder date, tipsy and horny. Tipsy and horny had become a default state lately—it had been ages since you’d gotten laid, and you’d developed the habit of indulging in a glass or two of your favorite wine each night before retiring to your bed to find solo satisfaction, feeling as though there was a second person there, panting heavily as you climaxed. 

You’d been up on your knees that night, facing the closet as your date pounded into you from behind.  The date had been nice enough, but you had little in common and you weren’t terribly interested in him…but he possessed a cock and was, like you, tipsy and horny. Your eyes had been closed, a breathy moan escaping your mouth with every pump of his hips, when you’d tossed your head back, opening your eyes as your date increased his speed. 

Glowing yellow eyes met yours from the cracked open closet door.

Strangely, you were unafraid. You watched it—whatever it was—watching as your date fucked you, and as you held your breath you were able to pick out the sound of a third voice in the room—panting alongside the man behind you. It had been there, you’d realized, had watched you pleasuring yourself all those nights. 

You decided to invite it into your bed, several nights later. Tipsy and horny, you went to bed that night talking yourself into it: It had never hurt you, in all the months you’d lived in the house, despite knocking around in your closet, and it liked watching…it would be cheaper than another dtf date with a stranger, you thought decisively, shucking off your clothes. The closet door was still cracked open, and as you settled on top of your comforter, you took the plunge.

“You can join me, if you want!”

You kept your eyes closed as you trailed your fingers down your body, circling your nipples until they were hard peaks, pinching until it hurt. A low growl emanated from the foot of the bed, and your eyes flew open. There was a dark shape there, black as pitch, discernible even in the darkness of the room. Its ears were peaked and a long tail curled over its back, bobbing above its head. For a long, weighted moment, punctuated only by your beating heart, the monster stared at you, unmoving, as though it were waiting. Waiting for…permission?

You opened your legs in invitation, and the beast accepted, slinking onto the bed like a shadow.

Coarse black hair covered its body, prickling your skin as it snuffled up your leg, grunting when it bumped against your sex. Despite the way it moved, the tongue that licked at your center was no shadow. Hot and dripping and impossibly long, it lapped against you, the rough texture against your clit making stars burst behind your eyes. When it pressed into you, your body arched, rising from the bed as you moaned, until you were slammed back to the mattress. 

The hands that pressed into your hips were as black as the rest of it, hooked talons grazing you lightly as the beast feasted on your cunt. When you came against its tongue, shaking wildly beneath its clawed hands, the monster growled in delight, redoubling the movement of its tongue, slurping greedily at your release.

“More,” it growled, once it moved up your body.

Its cock was unsheathed, dark red and riddled with veins, curving up its body, longer and thicker than any cock you’d ever seen before, and its hips were already canting lightly. You didn’t need to wonder what more it wanted. The heat of its breath burned into your skin as it snarled, jerking against the hands you wrapped against its leaking cock. It allowed you to stroke its length until it was thrusting against you in earnest, before you were flipped, face pressed to the mattress and your ass high in the air.

“More.”

“Yes,” you agreed, gasping as it teased against your entrance. “More.”

You’d lost track of how many times it had fucked you since that night.

The monster in the closet was always horny, always wanted to fuck, but it always waited for your permission. Permission to leave the closet, permission to lick your clit and lap up your release, permission before it fucked you. It snarled and gnashed its great teeth when you would suck on the burning tip of its cock, tasting the salty hot pre-come it leaked, before you were thrown to the bed roughly, the thick cock plunging into you, thrusting wildly until you came again and again, the monster emptying into you with a roar. You would be limp and nearly unconscious, well-fucked and satisfied when it slinked from the bed, disappearing into the darkness of the room, back to the closet.

Now it had been nearly a week since the last time you’d let the beast into your bed, since you’d mouthed at its heavy sac and sucked on its cock; since you’d felt it’s long tail curl over you to tickle your clit as if fucked you deeply from behind. 

You were busy with work, staying at your computer each night until you were nearly nodding off, dragging yourself to bed and dropping to sleep immediately, and from the noises emanating inside of the closet, the beast was anxious to come back to your bed.

You pulled away the bra, throwing it across the room before cupping your breasts. The monster hissed. Reclining against the pillows, you slipped a hand beneath the edge of your panties, parting your folds with a moan, smiling at the frustrated grunt that came from the other side of the room. As you stroked yourself, you thought of the creature’s tongue, of its rutting hips and eager cock. You’d kept it waiting long enough.

“You can join me!” you called, sliding the panties down your hips and opening your legs in offering. A black blur moved across the room, before it was burying its muzzle against your heat. The length of its tongue curled around your clit, tugging and sucking until you cried out. From your vantage point against the pillows, you could see its hips, already thrusting blindly, even as it ate you, its thick cock erect and ready.

More, more, more!

The monster wanted to fuck, you were happy to give in.