Over the past weeks, you'd felt a presence settling over you like haze or fog settling over a city. You were walking down your street when you heard rustling in the leaves like a movie, but you ignored it. It had become fairly ordinary. You walked into your apartment and locked the door. You eased yourself into the softness of your bed and dozed off.
When you woke up, there were two red eyes peering back at you. You closed your eyes quickly to try and fall back asleep and pretend that never happened, but a skeleton hand caressed your neck, causing a suppressed shiver rattle your bones.
"Please leave me alone..." you muttered, but the hand started stroking your cheek soothingly and it quieted you. "What do you want..?" you asked the monster quietly, and the monster crawled into your lap and laid there, omitting a small purring noise.
You ran your fingers across its ear, realizing it wasn't so bad. "What do you want?" The skulldog climbed up so that his hips were aligned with yours, and he was breathing down your neck. He tugged your hand gently down to his hips and you could feel a hard lump, and something in your stomach jumped as you realized what it was.
"Do you want this..?" you asked, and something in you wanted to, wanted to touch him, and wanted him to touch you.
The monster nodded his big head and ground his hips into yours, his hard member causing a heat to rise up into your stomach. Your fingers ran down to touch it, the veiny bulge twitching to your touch. The skulldog growled quietly and whimpered at you, settling into your chest. He pulled up your shirt and lapped at your swollen nipples, and had you been sure the monster could feel what was known as embarrassment, you would have pushed him away to make sure he didn't know you were turned on from him. It was stupid, but you were embarrassed. You were embarrassed because you knew that he had done this to you; he was the one causing the heat to bubble up in your stomach. It felt like your clit was smouldering, and he rubbed a skeleton hand down there too. The firmness felt surprisingly good down there. It simmered deep in you.
Soon, he was rutting into you, the thick head of his wendigo dick forcing you to see how glaringly empty you had previously been. You wanted this, and had you not, you were sure you could have pushed him off of you - but the thought never occurred; you wanted it. He was rutting into you gently, and it was obvious he was holding himself back trying not to absolutely annihilate you, but you wanted it.
"You can go hard," you muttered in the darkness between moans, "I'm not made of glass."
He began thrusting wildly, the erratic pace sending you spiraling into your orgasm, coming hard on his knotting dick. The bulk of his knot was starting to form, catching at your opening, and he was growling loudly as he ravaged you. "It's okay, you can knot. I wouldn't leave you hanging, I swear," you told him, petting his shaggy black mane. With a triumphant and satisfied howl, he knotted in you and came. He laid his head down in your bare chest, waiting for his knot to deflate so he could pull out of you. In the meantime, you were filled with skulldog come. And it made you delighted.
"We can do this whenever," you told him without thinking. And he would remember it.
Over all, getting your organs rearranged by a skulldog was a good way to spend an otherwise boring Friday night.
