“Stop running, pet. I will still have you” a raspy voice cooes behind me. My legs almost stop to welcome the sweet voice, but my head remembers the purple and black skin, the long claws, long teeth, 2 humongous tails hanging behind him, and the very long and thic log between his legs. My body wanted him, but my mind tells me it will kill me. I run and run for what feels like hours, until his long tail grabs my waist, rips my clothes of and slowly drag me toward him. He ties up my hands and legs, and start using his tongues (yes, 2 of them) and began flicking them over my wet core, making it hard to resist him. After a strong orgasm he turns me around and slams his rod inside me, splitting me in half.
I scream as I wake up. My mom comes running to my bedroom and frowns. My duvet is pooled
