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It was funny in a way, remembering how this all started. The very first night this happened. The rush and the fear as adrenaline spiked. Vivid images of something outside beyond the windows, out in the darkness, out in the rain and lightning. The creeping feeling that you were being watched, that you were a prisoner in your own house, and chills went up your spine when you looked down the darkened stairwell to nothing but darkness.

That hair on the back of your neck feeling that as you looked into the shadows beyond, the shadows watched you back. That something was inside of them, just waiting to pull you into them. And what happened after that? Nobody knows. A missing person, suddenly vanishing in the night never seen or heard from again. Who would have thought that so far up here, away from everything, that you'd be found?

The disappearances happened in the small town down below in the valley of the mountain. Hunters, people who went out at night, that sort of stuff. But no, even up here in a small, secluded cabin you weren't safe, even if nobody really knew you lived up here.

Of course, but now it was clear that what found you, stalked you in the darkness wasn't Human.

And at this point, remembering the vivid first encounter clear as day, even though what watched you in the dark wasn't Human, what stalked you silently and blended in with shades of black, it was never there to hurt you. Quite the opposite really. That first encounter, during a thunderstorm when the power was out.

You went downstairs to find a flashlight, and stepped onto a wet patch on the carpet. At first you thought it was a leak in the roof, and that assumption was partially right as the creature in the darkness above your head was slick with rain. But then something warm, not cold like the rain dripped onto your shoulder.

You looked up, terrified of the dark and before you could move something wrapped itself around your neck, wrapping around like a snake as it pinned your arms together and wrapped around your midsection, and pulled. In the dark of that first meeting you were pulled up to the roof and met with the upside down pair of lips belonging to the creature.

And from those moments onward, admittedly, things only got better.

She could access the house and slip in unnoticed any time it seemed. Like it was nothing, she could hide in the shadows and ambush you. But by now you knew those ambushes held no lethal intent. In fact, it was so custom for her to appear on late nights that you walked about the house naked or wearing minimal clothing.

Because that was what she did. Surprised you, spooked you in the darkness but then calmed you and pulled you into an act of something otherworldly with her. You didn't know what she was. But you knew that among all the alien features of that black body, smooth with a flexible yet hard material, like the chitin of an insect, she had the graceful features of a woman.

And most of all, you knew she was dangerous. Her tail, long and twisting held a bladed tip on the end of it that could cut and deliver cuts with ease. But that long, winding, almost spiny segmented tail only ever pressed the blade up to you in affection.

And in those dark nights were some light was visible and she wasn't so wrapped thoroughly around you, you could make out her shadowy features. Clawed hands and feet, a mouth with sharp enough fangs to be sure, all black as night. And yet, she had the undeniable features of a woman. Black, smooth chitinous breasts that were a sudden change from her jagged torso, and likewise, arguably an ass that was to die for, smooth and chitinous as well.

And that's who she was. Your late night stalker, something black and dangerous in the shadows, with a body befitting of one part nightmare, and one part beauty. And she appeared, whenever she pleased really. Appeared in the shadows and the dark as she stalked you.

But when she pounced and dragged you into the shadows, her intent was far from nightmarish.

Tonight was simple business and as you woke up, late at night to go to the bathroom and get a drink, you returned to your bed. Before you could even step back into the warm confines of the sheets, something shot out in the dark and grabbed your leg, spooking you only briefly before you knew that it was her. You knew it was her because her bladed tail wrapped around your leg with affection, cutting through your boxers with precision.

Her point was always made, no fuss, no hassle. She was primal and simple, yet intelligent. And for that you couldn't help but love her. Because whatever you wanted to do to her. Whatever you wanted to try, she wanted it. Her tail stayed wrapped around your leg as she slid out from under the bed like some old childhood monster, snarling in a low hiss.

Her tail released itself and in the dark of the night you were pushed. Pushed onto your bed and pounced on. Black smooth chitin pressed against your body immediately, the smooth contours of her breasts, hard like the rest of her chitinous body, but still so lush and squish-able, smooth and supple. A hiss in the dark and then lips.

Lips that pulled back into a snarl changed as they met yours, alien but vaguely reminiscent of a Human as they enveloped you so freely, encompassing your lips and your mouth with ease. She didn't hold the reservations of a Human and therefore was unrestrained in her approach. If she wanted to kiss you then she did. If she wanted you to go deep and use your tongue while you were entwined in her smooth black lips, then she'd let you.

Drool, an almost constant seepage of it from her black maw, warm, mildly sticky and hot seeped into your mouth. That first encounter with her.....and her drool. It was gross for lack of a better term at first, once you knew that all of that came from her mouth. But long since, you'd grown used to it. In fact the way she used her drool on you was something to be fond of.

It seeped into your mouth, warm and hot and you had no choice but to swallow. But you never died. You never got sick from it. And arguably, it wasn't bad. It didn't taste of anything bad. It went down your throat with ease, warm and flowing. Your lips fought with hers in a struggle and so inevitably drool did escape, cascading down your mouth and hers in warm flowing beads that spread itself across your body.

She used this to her advantage, rubbing and grating her chest, which was so much more luscious than yours to be sure, squishing her sleek mounds and draping them across your chest, causing both you and her to become slick with drool. And just like that, she was ready to go. You were ready to go. No buildup, no nothing.

She jumped you from out of the shadows and she fucked you.

You slid into those hot confines, so tight and always warm, strangely, hot and warm despite how cold her exterior could be. But it made things that much better anyway. Her clawed hands held your head in the dark before draping and sliding along to your chest. She broke the entwined kiss with you as she pressed down on your chest.

Oh boy. She wanted it tonight.

Sliding your arms up, you gripped her hips, shapely and defined so nicely on her form. She had already hilted in you, grinding and mashing her hips down against you, her warm insides clenching. And now she was waiting. Okay. You were partially wrong about that. She did like a bit of a tease. Just a bit. Your hands slipped across the smooth chitin of her backside, giving it a firm squeeze for good measure.

You heard that little hiss in the dark and knew you were going to make her hiss some more. Slipping further around, your thumb found her other entrance that was left so alone. That one was tighter, hot and confined, and you prodded it briefly, enticing a hiss from her like you knew you would.

Over time this is what you grew to love about her. She had a sexual appetite unmatched, and she even played out to your own curious side. Were you would be afraid to try anything with a human woman, even afraid to ask in the first place, she went along with it. She was dangerous, lethal even, primal and simple but intelligent.

And you loved it. Because these late night visits? She wanted nothing but sex. And sex to her was whatever you wanted it to be. So long as you made her feel good it was fair game. And, admittedly, you did more than that. You fucked her silly. Actually, really, fucked her silly. Because she was so fun to do it to. She wanted that.

Pulling your thumb free from that neglected hole, you gripped the base of her tail and with your free hand slapped her backside for good measure. A hiss escaped her before you pulled with your arm as you gripped her tail and she bucked her hips. Her insides left you, gripping you so tightly, before being rammed back down again with a feeling like no other as they accepted it, wanted it.

And then the night turned primal. She was here for one thing and you were going to give it. And give it you did. Grabbing her hips and using the hand that gripped the base of her tail you helped her buck and sway her hips along as she ground you to the hilt every single time. Those hisses of hers became something else, short intakes of air as her breathing spiked. She bounced, bucking her hips and occasionally twisting them for good measure. Hot drool, now going into overdrive as her lust increased, flowed freely from her lips which were too busy hissing in short gasps as she inhaled sharply, splashing down across her chest or splashing down onto you. Her hands helped spread the drool around even more and you were thankful for that.

Outside of your blankets the night was cold but her never ending streams of drool were hot, and to your enjoyment only became hotter as her internal temperature went up. It splashed across you in large gobs or slid down in slick trails, long sticky strands still connected to those lips of hers. It was helpful actually, because her sharpened claws raked across your chest as she bucked her hips.

But that coating of warm drool acted like a blanket and so you weren't torn apart by those claws of hers. While cascades of drool found their way across your chest something else became apparent now. Her thighs, and the constrictions of her insides, so hot and only rising further in temperature, slick with their own fluids.

The slapping sound of her slick thighs and the internal workings of her insides that churned like a vice grip around you told you it was close. You were close. And how could you not be? You didn't even have to see her form, sleek and deadly but accentuated with the curves of a woman, bouncing and brought to a bright shine because of her own drool that she spread across herself, feeling herself with her own hands and caressing those supple curves.

You didn't even have to see any of that because her insides, hot and warm churned and begged you to release as she ground her hips to the hilt EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She was a machine. And all she ever wanted from you was all you could give. But you had an idea. You knew she'd be surprised. But she wouldn't mind. As long as you gave her what she wanted.

Her hips bucked harder and faster, her hisses becoming more along the lines of sharp intakes that increased in their speed with every buck of her hips. But you let go of those shapely hips and that smooth chitin, and surprised her. You pushed her, off to the side and seized your moment, turning the tables and putting her on the bottom.

Her form was alien to be sure, and for a brief moment as you pulled away from those slick thighs and her insides pulled at you, wanting you to release so desperately, you considered on just resuming. But no. You wanted to fuck her silly. You wanted to hear that sound that she could make, a squeal. And to do that, you needed to surprise her. You needed to jump her, like she did to you.

She was surprisingly light, and therefore easy to maneuver, and she held no protest as you moved quickly. You considered grabbing onto the tube like appendages on her backside and gripping them. But no, her hips and that heart shaped, dark and sleek ass were made to be held tightly. But you pushed her down onto the material of your bed, running a hand along the long smooth contours of her head before gripping her hips.

And there, you found it. Just below her tail, that lonely neglected hole. It was tighter, and even hotter than the first. And it was dry. You were covered in drool so slipping in wouldn't be a problem, not she seemed to mind of course. Savoring the moment, you lined yourself up to that awaiting surprise in the dark, and then you pulled.

The reaction was beautiful. Out in the dark there was a snarl as you slipped into that unwilling hole, so tight and hot. It didn't grip and churn at your insides, but it tightened. And it only drove you on to drive deeper. All the way to the hilt as your hips rested against the smooth chitin of her backside. Her tail curled and you found it pressing against your back as it curled up and around your neck.

You stayed hilted, on the very edge of letting go, waiting, teasing her. Her insides were so tight. And you could feel it. She tensed up. But that insistent tail told otherwise. She wanted it. She wanted to be fucked so hard that she had trouble walking. Well then. You could oblige.

Pulling away from her insides did it for you. You released, completely. Funny thing that. She was a common enough visitor that you felt the need to hold everything in. Never again would you need to spend time with yourself if she was around. And so you waited and saved up just for her. And it paid off.

You filled her up as you pulled out, releasing into those oh so tight confines, and then, regardless of the disappearing feeling of absolute euphoria, you rammed back in. Your bed bounced and creaked in the night and you heard that sound, feeling as cum dripped from that tight hole of hers. It was just starting. It was small and quiet. You wanted that in full.

Gripping her hips you gave it everything. Full speed, no relent or rest and you felt her insides really clench now, as she snarled rather than hiss. Drool coated her backside as you reamed her, feeling the squish of her ass against you as you gave her exactly what she wanted. The bed rocked and creaked and she snarled, and you made an effort not only to ream her but to slam.

Slam into her relentlessly and you could hear it. The sound of slaps that were heavy across her luscious form. You felt the bed move and you knew that her razor sharp claws had dug into the sheets because she wanted it. Her tail curled around your neck as a sign of affection and you felt it, her thighs were as coated as you were, a mixture of your fluids and hers.

And then as you reamed her with no relent, you heard it. That squeal, that delightful squeal as she hung on to the bed sheets for dear life as you gave her what she wanted. And it drove you mad. It only spurred you on even harder and faster, as those squeals rose in pitch and the bed rocked violently and then, finally, she herself released.

You slowed down now, pressing against her back as one hand found her thighs and stroked in the wake of her own release and your other hand reached out, out to her to her chest, square in the middle of her luscious mounds as you gripped and held her tightly. The feeling of her insides releasing as you stroked her and held her tight drove you to one last end as well, still hilted in that ass of hers, as her tail held you in place.

In the dying heat of the moment you'd fall over onto your bed and those lips of hers, so slick with drool and warmth would find yours, opening and pressing just for you. And that feeling of the strange, secondary mouth she had as it extended into your mouth to make a French kiss like no other, was the final moment of the night.

It was simple and admittedly the hot drool and those lips of hers put you at ease, and sent you off into a deep sleep for the night.

You would wake in the morning, looking like you'd spent all night at a party, hair a mess, covered in the remains of drool and cum that warranted a shower. And your bed. The sheets having been decimated like some animal had passed through.

But nobody ever saw this anyway. Because she was your dark little secret.

Some days you wondered, the fate of the others, people having gone missing in the town below. But you had a feeling that wherever they were, they were very well taken care of. And maybe, one of these nights, she would return to take you as well, to whatever dark place she had come from.

That was okay.

Because you weren't afraid of things that made your bed go bump in the night.