>be anon
>monster in the closet, yadda yadda, you know the drill by now
>you’ve been slowly getting to know your nighttime visitor
>what he likes (being petted and stroked, worshiping your crotch and ass, post-orgasm cuddles) and what he doesn’t (any kind of light)
>but there’s one last thing you want to do with him to cement your relationship, such as it is
>something you’d been looking forward to all evening, and made you try your best to stay up and meet him
>unfortunately, it’s been a long, hard day, and you quickly fall asleep
>fortunately, your nighttime visitor loves playing with you just as much as you do him, and he knows to wake you up if he slinks out of the closet to find you sleeping
>you wake up to a warm-chilly tongue caressing your balls, and a thick, heady musk burning in your nostrils
>you blink your crusty eyes and let out a low moan, reaching up to caress the creature’s flanks, and he freezes at your touch
>then, as you give him a sleepy greeting, he lets out a quiet purr in answer
>as your mind fully wakes up and you peer into the deeper-than-normal darkness, feeling over the limbs on either side of your chest, you finally realize how the creature has settled himself on top of you
>he’s mimicking your position from before, straddling you with his hind end towards your face and his own snout buried in your crotch
>he’s already refocused on lapping along the length of your erection and swirling his slick tongue around the tip, so you take the opportunity to shift and sit up to get closer to his own crotch
>his cock is already out, thick and plump and wriggling a little bit against your chest
>you grasp it, and it immediately curls around your fingers while your nighttime visitor rumbles
>as your fingers squeeze and trace along the alien cock, moving to tease the base, you push your nose into the crook underneath the creature’s waving tail
>he whines and pushes back against your face as you seek out and finally find the taut pucker hidden in the shadows of the creature’s ass, inhaling the rich aroma wafting off of his solid-fog flesh
>you lick at it
>lap at it
>swirl your tongue around and over the oddly-flavorful flesh
>it winks and pulses against your tongue’s movement, and you poke at the center of the ring experimentally with it
>the fleshy opening seems eager to accept you, and your tongue easily sinks into his tight, cold-hot depths as he presses his snout to the base of your cock and whines in pleasure
>finally your head falls back, a humid exhale of breath making the creature’s hole flex and his hips rock in need
>your fingertips move up to trace around the taut opening, and you tell your nighttime visitor to get your cock wet
>he obeys in earnest, his maw engulfing you cock to the hilt while he purrs and whines in complete submission to you
>you rock up into the creature’s mouth, thankfully not feeling any teeth
>there’s just smoky flesh and that dexterous tongue wrapping your cock in a tight embrace, squeezing and pumping and stroking
>you can feel the vibrations of his purring as your precum splashes and dribble onto his tongue, and the pulse of his “throat” as he swallows it down
>you, meanwhile, press your thumb against the pucker of his hole, pushing the digit past the ring and into his depths
>you push in and pull out a couple time, feeling how his ring squeezes around you while you prod and massage his inner walls
>it feels heavenly in there
>a sudden, perverted idea flits through your mind, and you resolve to test just how much his ass can take
>your other thumb joins its twin in pushing through the creature’s pucker, and you pull his rim open slowly and carefully while your hands knead his firm-soft flanks
>again the creature whines, but the way his hips rock back into your grip makes it clear that he loves what you’re doing to him
>the shadowy flesh is strangely giving, and you’re able to spread his hole open wide with your digits
>you groan and curl your toes, feeling the pressure already building up
>you don’t want to cum just yet
>not until you’re balls-deep in your nighttime visitor
>as if reading your mind, the creature quickly pulls off of your cock
>he doesn’t move to turn around on top of you
>instead, his body flows, like the fog it seems to made of, into a new position
>he’s straddling your hips now, grinding his crotch down against yours as your cock sinks into the cleft under his tail
>he’s looking right at you, gazing lustfully with his three silvery eyes
>he wants this, and so do you
>his heavy erection bounces against your stomach as he lifts himself up, and you reach down to position your cocktip at his pulsing entrance
>it’s like a well-oiled machine, the way the two of you move together to ready yourselves
> with a quiet, grunting hiss, he finally pushes himself down onto your shaft
>you wince at the heat, the cold, the tightness that engulfs your cock as you push upwards to hilt inside of him
>you were right
>it’s heavenly
>your hands move to his hips, helping him to settle down in a crouch over you
>he whimpers and whines as his inner walls clench around your shaft and his dribbling cock plops onto your stomach once more
>you allow him time to catch his breath
>you need it too, if you don’t want to blow as soon as you start moving
>as you wait for the throbbing and churning of your crotch to settle into a dull, aching heat, you take the opportunity to explore your nighttime visitor with your hands
>under his bunching thighs and over his flanks
>your fingertips delving into the hot-cold slit at the base of his cock, and then running over the firm curves of his abdomen
>he looks down to you, meeting your eyes with his own silvery, trinocular gaze
>he chirrs, low and quiet, his tongue hanging from his slack maw
>he’s ready
>you coo and croon to him as your nighttime visitor lifts himself up, his inner walls dragging along the length of your erection, and then slams himself down to hilt you once more
>you both cry out in blissful pleasure as hot surges spark between you
>as he begins riding you, rocking up and down at an eager pace, your hand wraps around his bouncing cock to stroke the throbbing not-flesh
>as you tug on it, his erection begins to grow
>no, stretch
>the tip drags along your belly, up your chest, and finally kisses the bottom of your chin
>you stare, wide-eyed, and your nighttime visitor lets out a few soft, rhythmic huffs
>is he laughing?
>gazing right into your eyes, making sure that you’re watching, he folds himself nearly in half to push his thick tongue into the depths of his slit, swirling it around the base of his cock
>then he drags the dexterous appendage up his swollen, pulsing length to the tip
>finally, he flicks his musk-stained tongue against your lips
>it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen in your life
>as you squeeze and massage along the length of his massive cock, feeling it squirming against your chest and wriggling in your gentle grip, his tongue continues to trace over your lips with sudden shyness
>you push up to hilt yourself inside him, and let your lips part with a soft moan
>inviting him inside
>he takes the plunge, and you suckle on his tongue as it delves in and out of your maw in time with your thrusts
>an infinite moment of rocking, thrusting, huffing, and kissing finally passes as the two of you clutch each other
>you hear him whine, and the tip of his cock joins his tongue in your mouth
>you barely have time to realize that he’s plunging over the edge before your mouth is filled with thick, inhuman seed
>his ass clamps down around you as he cums, swirling his semen inside your maw and grinding the musky flavor onto your own tongue
>with a gurgling moan, you grab his hips to slam him down onto your crotch and let your own erection erupt into his depths
>after the blissful tide of your orgasm recedes, leaving only the hazy warmth of afterglow, you gulp down the cum in your mouth and feel the creature settle on top of you
>he purrs and murmurs, lapping at your cheeks and lips, and allowing you to catch his tongue to suckle on it in an approximation of a passionate kiss
>he rolls—flows—under you, and wraps you in a tight embrace as you rest on top of him
>you try to fight the pull of sleep, yawning and struggling to keep your heavy eyelids open
>you don’t want your time with him tonight to end
>you want to stay cuddled up with him, petting and stroking and kissing him
>you want to show your nighttime visitor how hard you’ve fallen for him
>he just rumbles softly, nuzzling into your neck and purring into your ear
>his voice, or at least his closest approximation to one, makes your eyelids all the heavier as your body relaxes and gives in to the clutches of sleep
>you don’t dream, but when you wake up you feel more refreshed than ever before
>as always, you’re alone in your bed, the fading dampness of the creature’s saliva and the lingering musk in the air the only evidence of your nighttime tryst
>but as you rise and stretch, preparing yourself for another day, the memories of the creature’s touch remain
>you’ll see him again in the night to come, and that thought warms your heart and puts a content smile on your face
>you open your closet, knowing full well that he won’t be there, and murmur three quiet words
“Love you, too.”

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Pub: 29 Dec 2020 21:25 UTC
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