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Sean’s scream gets trapped in his throat at the sight of another monster. A monster that wasn’t being burned alive upstairs. Not the monster that Alissa was risking her life to kill. A beast that was a few mere feet away, with muscles tense and ready to rip them to pieces. Just like Jeff, and Carl, and Matt, and Douglas. Granted, he wasn’t too upset about Douglas, especially after he locked him and Carl outside to be monster food. Something in the air shifts, pulling Sean out of his spiraling thoughts, and he can feel in his bones that the monster is about to attack.
Instinctively, he raised his hands in front of him, like that was going to do anything to stop the beast. No no no no no! Repeats on a loop in his head. He tries to cry out to warn Mandy and Vicki, but the words die before passing his lips. All he can do is stare into the gaping mouth of sharp fangs as saliva drools and drips, pooling on the cellar floor. All he can think about is the last thing he heard on his iPod was Taylor Swift.
As the beast lurched forward, a terrified scream ripped from his throat, coating his tongue with blood. Scrambling back, Sean fell to the ground, his head whacking painfully off the cement floor as the beast's full weight fell upon him. Black spots danced in his vision as he shoved desperately at the beast, his fingers tangling in its matted fur. Senseless pleas fell from his lips as the beast’s hot breath caressed his cheek, its saliva branding him as it drooled from the monster’s maw.
He couldn’t stand the sight. Sean had run for his life twice already, twice more than normal people would ever have to. Only for things to end like this. He always thought that he would be brave, that he could stare death in the face and persevere. But tonight showed him otherwise. Tonight proved to him that he was scared to die. And Sean didn’t want to see it coming. He wanted it to be quick and painless, but he knew that it would be anything but that. The beast would tear its claws into him; would rip out pieces of his flesh with fangs; it would gorge itself on his screams. It would hurt. It would seem never-ending. Sean would die a slow and painful death.
Sobbing, Sean looked away, pressing his cheek into the cold cement floor. With his throat bared to the monster, hopefully, it would just tear out his throat, killing him quickly. Sean prayed it would; he begged it would. As its cold nose brushed the skin of his neck, a whimper escaped him. He wasn’t ready to die. The beast sniffed heavily, the sound loud in Sean’s ear. Goosebumps sprouted down his neck as the beast breathed out, its nose still pressed against his flesh. Then time stood still. All Sean could focus on was the hot tongue that ran along his neck, the pressure of fangs against his skin, and the feeling of coarse fur tangled around his fingers.
The beast sank its fangs into his shoulder, and all Sean could do was scream. He couldn't feel anything over the hot burning pain radiating from his shoulder as the beast dragged him across the floor. Then the fangs were gone, and his shoulder pulsed with pain. Screams filled his ears, but they weren’t his. Mandy! Sean moved, wiggling on the floor, trying desperately to do something. He managed to get on his stomach, his arms trembling as he tried to push himself up. A low growl reverberated behind him as a paw that spanned half his back pushed him back down. Sean didn’t dare move as he felt a familiar cold nose brush along the back of his neck. There were more than just two of these creatures. God, just how many are there?
Sean hissed as the nose pressed painfully against the bleeding bite mark on his neck. Pinned to the floor, all he could do was listen to his friend’s terrified screams and cry as he heard a body drop to the floor. Wallowing in despair, Sean did nothing as the beast’s claws dug painfully into his side. But instead of tearing into him like he expected, the beast lifted him from the ground and slung him haplessly over its shoulder. Petrified and confused, Sean was silent as the beast carried him from the cellar, on two legs. Just what the hell is this thing?
A shining ray of hope flared to life when he didn’t see Mandy’s body at the door leading out of the cellar. Maybe, just maybe, Mandy and Alissa got out. Sean couldn’t help but hope.
That hope died violently as the beast dragged him into the small opening they had run into only a few hours ago. Flesh still decorated the opening, and Sean vomited at the smell as the beast pulled him deeper and deeper into the burrow. The puke was acidic in his mouth, but the smell was slightly better than the scent of decayed flesh. Further in, the burrow opened up, allowing the beast to rise to its full height. Sean cowered on the ground under the monster’s gaze as his body pulsed in pain and fear. He couldn’t do this. Why hadn’t the beast killed him yet? Why was it forcing him to wait in agony before ripping into him?
Sean lay there on the dirt-covered ground as the monster began circling him, the cave trembling with each thud. It was like the beast was assessing him, but Sean didn’t know what for. Then the beast stopped, threw its head back, and chortled loudly. Sean had seen these beasts do this before, but it was only dawning on him now that they were communicating with the others. The image of Matt’s carved-up body and death-filled whispers resurfaced. He had been trying to warn them that there were more. A pressure built in his chest as a whine pierced the still air. Sean didn’t notice the whine was coming from him until the beast’s head snapped in his direction.
The whine only grew louder as the beast approached, and then the whine turned into a scream as more beasts entered the cave. Feeling like the prey that he was, Sean scrambled back until he hit the dirt wall. The beasts stalked closer, the sound of their approach echoing in his ears like gunfire. But before they could get too close, the beast that brought him here roared, halting the others in their tracks. A terrifying thought bloomed in his head. Am I going to be shared? The thought of being ripped apart by a pack of monsters forced another sob from him. This wasn’t fair. Why did it have to be him? Hell, why couldn’t it have been Douglas? He certainly deserved it, not him.
The group of beasts retreated as the other one stepped closer. It was much bigger than the others, almost twice their size. This wasn’t just another beast, no, this was the main beast. The leader of the pack. Sean’s breath seized in his throat as the leader dropped to all fours, but all he could do was press harder against the dirt wall. As the leader slowly approached, Sean searched desperately for anything he could use to protect himself, but there were only sticks. It’ll have to do. His fingers turned white against the soft brown of the stick, and when the beast got close enough, he lashed out with it.
The stick broke on impact, and the beast didn’t react. Or it just didn’t care. The beast didn’t see him as a threat, and why would it? There was nothing Sean could do to stop it from doing what it wanted. Zoning out into his spiraling thoughts, he didn’t notice the beast was inches from him until fur brushed against his leg. Startled, Sean shoved his hands out, nicking his palm on sharp fangs. Blood trickled and dripped onto the ground as Sean stared into the dark, black eyes of the beast. The beast’s tongue flicked out, swiping at the blood. He watched as the beast’s fur bristled before it let out a deafening roar. The walls quaked from the overwhelming dominance; no, it was Sean who was trembling. Unable to bear looking at the beast, he turned away unconsciously baring his marked shoulder.
At the sight, the beast’s roar ended as it crowded against him. Pain flared up as the beast slowly rolled its tongue over the bite. Sean’s shoulder burned from the pressure, and he tried to push the beast away. The beast chortled, snuffing softly at the attempt as it continued to lick away. Sean’s breath hitched at the rake of claws along his side, and he stilled as they caught on the fabric of his shirt. The claws cut through the dirty fabric like butter. Sean’s skin pebbled at the cold air as the fabric was ripped away. Claws ghosted along his side, not cutting him but leaving behind angry red lines as blood rose to the surface.
Sean couldn’t move as the claws moved further down his side, scraping against the denim of his jeans. His brain stalled, and he couldn’t process what was happening. All he knew was his pants were gone, and he was suddenly on his stomach. Twigs prodded the soft flesh of his stomach as he was pinned. He sprang back to life as the claws dug into his hips and raised them. He shouted as he kicked and bucked wildly. A course of no’s flooded from his lips as his feet kicked against the sides of the beast. The beast didn’t react, didn’t even bother growling again as its nose ran along the backs of Sean’s thighs.
Sean begged for the beast to stop as he continued thrashing against its hold. Tears streamed from his eyes as fangs tugged at the waistband of his boxers. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be some sort of twisted nightmare. It couldn’t be reality. The sounds of fabric shredding echoed in his head like the closing of a casket, and Sean fell still as the fight left him. The monster’s breath puffed against the bare skin of his ass. Tears continued to roll silently as Sean buried his face in the dirt. Why couldn’t the monster just have killed him? Why did it have to do this?
Its tongue lulled slowly over his flesh as if the beast was savoring him. The clawed paw was firm on his back as the other knocked Sean’s legs apart. But Sean didn’t fight it; there was no point. There was no hope of stopping this. All Sean could do was despair as the beast’s hot tongue slobbered over him. Saliva seemed to pool from the monster’s mouth as its tongue slathered the thick, viscous fluid over him. His cock hung limp in the air, even as the monster’s tongue saturated him. The tongue insistently ran from the head of his cock, to the base, over his balls, and up his crack before prodding firmly at his taint.
The monster continued lapping at him until the tip of its tongue was able to press ever so slightly past his tight rim. Sean shivered at the feeling of the monster’s tongue breaching him, even if it was just the tip. Maybe he could just imagine someone else was doing this to him. Sean tried imagining it was Jeff holding him down, that it was Jeff’s finger, not claws, pressing bruises into his hips. The tongue was firm as it continued to press into him, and Sean couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from his lips. His hips were pulled back as the tongue slipped past his sphincter, and he flinched from the sharp pain.
God, the tongue was reaching further than his fingers ever had and Sean was never quite brave enough to try any toys. The first time he had explored with his fingers, he had only gotten two in before the sharp pain had prevented him from trying again. But he wasn’t able to stop this. He wasn’t in control; the beast was.
The beast continued licking at his rim, slowly stretching him. The further in the thick the monster’s tongue got as it lapped at his inner walls. A shocked gasp trembled from his lips as the tongue pressed against something inside him. Against his will, his hips canted back, wiggling further onto the beast’s tongue. As if encouraging him, the beast rolled its tongue against that spot inside him. Sean’s fingers gripped weakly at the dirt as his hips rocked back. The pleasure was overwhelming and clouding his mind. The tongue seemed to sink further into him, and Sean couldn’t help fearing just how deep it was going to go. His skin was flushed, the red trailing from his cherry cheeks down to his pebbled nipples and further to the dimples on his lower back. Sean was beginning to forget that he didn’t want this as his hips rocked forward, desperate for some type of friction.
A soft plea fell from his lips, his eyes glazed over as he pressed back, trying to get more inside him. Instead, the tongue gave one last lick before pulling away. Empty and dripping in the beast’s saliva, Sean sobbed as his hole convulsed needily. His cock twitched, the head red and angry as precum drooled from the tip and dripped onto the dirt. His hand snaked between his legs, but before he could grasp himself, Sean found himself on his back with the monster towering over him. His lust-clouded mind registered his fear, but it only served to make him harder. Sean gazed up at the monster, his brown eyes trailing over its fangs, down to its thick neck, its wide chest, and landed on its cock. If he could even call it that. It was about the size of his forearm, thick and long. Its head was purple and oozing thick cum that dripped down with heavy splats. The length of its cock was covered in ribs and ridges and toward the base sat a large mass, almost like it was swollen. Hovering over him, the beast’s cock dwarfed his own, reaching way past his stomach.
No way was that thing fitting inside him; he’d die. So why was his hole twitching at the thought? The beast rumbled as he continued staring at it. Then its clawed paws wrapped around him and everything went in slow motion as the beast’s prodded its cock against his taint. Sean felt the head catch, and he hitched a sharp breath as the beast pressed in. It’s too big! His head thumped back as his legs parted for the beast’s hips. Its cock just kept coming and coming, forcing his ass to widen and accept it. It felt never-ending. It felt like he would be taking this cock until the end of time. As the ribs rubbed against his walls, Sean couldn’t help the moans and cries and then it stopped and Sean swore the cock had reached his throat. For a moment, everything was still. Then the cock was pulled out and sharply snapped back in. Sean didn’t hear his cry, the only thing he knew was the cock that was rearranging his insides. Molding his ass to its shape.
The beast continued its pace, the strength behind its movements forcing Sean forward only for it to pull him back onto its cock. Its cock rubbed against his prostate with everything thrust and before Sean knew it, he came, his come shooting up his chest and landing some on his chin. But the monster didn’t stop at the sudden tightness around its cock, its pace didn’t falter. Sean’s hands weakly hit the beast’s chest as he quickly fell into overstimulation. But the beast continued unbothered. It’s balls heavy as they slapped against him. Even without coming, the beast’s precum drooled from Sean’s ruined ass only adding to the wet glide of its cock. The noises were obscene, hot, wet, and animalistic. It made Sean’s ears burn in embarrassment. He was being fucked by an animal, like an animal. And he hated that he loved it.
It felt so fucking good and he couldn’t remember why he was fighting so hard against this. Crying out as the cock jabbed into his prostate, Sean’s legs strained to wrap around the beast’s waist as he raised his hips to meet the beast’s thrusts. Fuck he was going to cum again. His fingers gripped the beast’s fur as his arms wrapped around its thick neck. He should have felt fear at being so close to the fangs that had torn his friends apart, but all he could think about was how he sunk a bit further down on its cock. His abdomen tightened, and Sean buried his face in the fur as he came again. This time he could feel the beast’s pleased rumble as he tightened around its cock. Drunk and blinded by pleasure, praises fell from his lips. He babbled incoherently, his words slurring together. About how good he felt, how the beast was stretching him so wide. How deep its cock was hitting him. Begging the beast to keep going, to fuck him harder.
Clawed paws gripped his bottom as he was lift and shoved even further onto the monster’s cock. Too late did Sean remember the flared base as it popped into him, stretching him wider than ever. As the beast thrusted into him, growling as its knot popped in and out, rubbing ruthlessly at his prostate. Sean’s third orgasm took him by surprise as his hole tightened, locking the beast’s knot in him. He cried as the beast ground the fist-like knot into him and sobbed as it swelled wider. He was convinced it would rip him in two. The beast threw its head back in a roar as it came. The beast’s cum flooded him, the hot liquid squirting like a hose against his sensitive walls. Sean’s whole body spasmed as the beast pumped him full of its cum and pumped and pumped and pumped.
There was so much cum, he was scared it would start pouring from his mouth. Yet as the beast continued to grind its knot into him, Sean felt another orgasm, his cock twitching pathetically between them as nothing came out. All he could to was cry and accept the cum. But something was lingering at the back of his mind, like he was forgetting something. Light-headed, he looked around the cave and stuttered at the sight of the other monsters. The whole pack was still there, their eyes locked on them. But Sean couldn’t focus on anything but the dozen of stiff cocks that dripped cum mere feet away from him. He felt his ass clench in anticipation as the beast finally finished coming.
As the knot slowly deflated, the beast was able to pull out as a sea of cum followed. Exhausted and swollen with cum, all Sean could do was lie there as the pack approached.