Grue-girl Lovin'!

>You've had to take night shifts recently, and now you're walking home at all hours of the night, the street lights your only guide back home. Yet tonight is different. Some deep instinct buried in the lizard part of your brain sends off warning signals. Your hair stands on end, you shiver, you sweat. You're being watched. You're being stalked.

>You do your best to stay calm, to act clueless, this isn't your first time in the rodeo. The sense of pure danger grows greater and greater with each passing second. The next streetlight flickers and dies ahead of you, glancing behind yourself (catching a glimpse of your shadowy stalker in the process) you note that a dozen or more streetlights have died behind you. You're trapped beneath the benevolent light of the lamp. Until that too begins to flicker. You have a strong suspicion you know what kind of monstergirl's stalking you. You've got to be careful.

>Looking down the street you note that the next streetlight has begin flickering on and off, teasing you with a false promise of security. Definitely a trap. Next to it is a dark alley between a row of houses. Well, you have nothing else to do but walk onwards. You swear you can hear a snigger. Reaching the lamp post you look back at the way you came and brace yourself. A loud crash sounds from the alley to your right, but you swivel in the a different direction, you face the flickering streetlight, and through some strange chance of luck pin a girl to the spot with eye contact alone.

>Outwitted, shocked, and apparently on the verge of a breakdown, you take a step towards the girl, seeming wearing, or cloaked in shadows and darkness. You can't make out much, but you notice the horrific mouth full of equally terrible teeth, the eyes usually used to stalking prey, now open wide in complete surprise. You take another step and call out to her, raising a hand to her shoulder; her entire body shakes now, claws rattling, perky breasts shaking. This girl has some issues, but you never get the chance to find out what they were. The streetlight above you both explodes in a great flash and in the instant the darkness sucks back in, the girl had disappeared.

>At least, you had hoped she had disappeared. Instead you felt like a tracked, stalked animal, your hunter panting heavily, but you can never find the source of the breathing, never see more than a flash. Every shadow seems to be filled with monsters and various evils. Finally home is in sight.

>You walk in to your front room, closing the door behind you and immediately see the shadows and feel the chill. You can't go back the way you came, you'd just be raped immediately. A shiver runs up your spine. Your only hope is to catch the girl again before she catches you.

>You feel a pair of eyes boring into your back; swivelling you can see a brief flicker in the corner of your eye and hear what could be a low, dangerous laugh or a breath of wind. This repeats endlessly as you try and make your way to the well lit kitchen.

>It's an obvious trap, but you think if you can spring it and turn the tables on the Grue-girl, for that was what she was, to your best guess at least, if you were quick enough you could get away without a hard raping.

>You make a break for it; suddenly a paw grabs your ankle and you slam face first into the lino lined floor of the kitchen.

>You try to claw your way in to the light and safety, yet your fingers can't find purchase on the tiled floor, you feel your finger tips warm from the friction.

>She drags you until you're barely a fingers width away from the light and safety of your own kitchen, and suddenly lets go of your ankle. Before you can even think though you feel a slamming sensation in your groin, a pair of mishapen hands grab around your waist and you become acutely aware of the sound of shredding pants and a tongue wrapping itself around your still limp member.

>In a single motion she slams up, your rapidly hardening erection slides down her throat and she gives a rather deranged laugh of triumph, her throat massaging as she does. The force of the attack sends you sailing through the air. Landing on your side you feel Grue-girl slobber quickly cooling on your cock, the dangeous mouth gone.

>You roll onto your back and try to butt-shuffle backwards towards the kitchen.

>You're halfway to safety in seconds.

>A gloating laugh fills the room, "Where do you think you're going little prey? You still haven't satisfied me /at all/."

>With half your body in the bright light of the kitchen the Grue-girl materialises above your hips, and pins you down, leaning back, she puts her paws on your legs and restricts your movements even more. You can't even try and shove your hips up, as you find out to your misery quite soon.

>"That's right, I've caught you, and now you're mine. To the victor the spoils!" Once again she laughs that deranged, gloating laugh and leers down at you, but quickly her expression changes, to that of a hungry beast and a lascivious woman combined. She lowers her hips down to meet your rod, but simply uses you as a tool to rub her pussy with.

>The Grue-girl's face gets more and more messy as she rubs herself on you, shifting in perfect timing so even if you try to penetrate her, she simply moves with you. You won't be getting anything until she feels like it.

>Yet you can't help but laugh at the Grue-girl's changing face, from predator to horny teenager in seconds. She shivers and stops her rubbing, the look of genuine embarrassment is wiped away into a sneer and she disappears. Only to reappear a solid foot above you, apparently falling from the shadows of the ceiling. She makes sure to slam her shapely ass into your abdomen.

>Even as you try to get your breath back, gasping for air, the grue-girl laughs and guides your dick to her already wet pussy. She seems to wants to fuck you in the reverse cowgirl position, probably as a result of you laughing at her expressions. Even in this position you can see her shiver, if she could blush she would, and hear her stiffled moan as she slides your dick into her pussy with a single slow movement.

>You may not be able to see the expression on the girl's face well, but brief glimpses reveal her long tongue lolling out of her gruesome mouth, even as you quickly move towards your own finish. It's hard to hold off, not when your vision is basically just a perfect ass bobbing up and down on your dick. You reach out to cup her ass, immediately she stops mid stroke and hisses, fangs barred, until, boldly, you continue ministering to her ass cheek, she quickly relaxes back down your rod and continues her raping of you.

>Of course you hit your limit and you fill the shadowy girl's womb with bright whiteness, immediately bringing her to orgasm too. It's all you can do to match her strokes as you shiver through your own prolonged orgasm, let alone the Grue-girl's pussy clamping down on your member in time to your spurts.

>She sighs happily, and seems to be more corporeal than ever, raising herself off your member, she rubs her paw through her folds, covering a claw in your cum. Fascinated the Grue-girl plays with it before licking her fingers clean.

>With that she disappears back in to the shadows. Crying out you ask if that was it? If she was satisified?

>A simple answer was given: "No."

>Paws grab your legs and immediately drag you into the darkness, much too far away from the safety of the bright light of the kitchen.

>You were raped by a grue-girl!