She had never noticed before how dark the landing was between her bedroom and the toilet. In spite of all the times she had risen in the middle of the night to walk the long corridor, the dark places she had to pass had never before seemed menacing to her, until tonight. She paused, seeing the moonlight casting an eerie glow through the half open door of the bathroom, her destination, and wondered if she could hold on until the morning. She shook her head and cursed herself for being so irrational; after all she wasn't a child anymore frightened of the dark . . . but she was frightened. As she took each step her heart began to beat faster as she imagined herself being dragged into the rooms each side; dragged screaming, fighting, into the places that only existed there at night, places banished by the daylight, reappearing again when the sun set once more.
Shadows seemed to take on form as she willed herself to take one more step. She felt a scream rising inside, her nudity somehow making her more vulnerable and, half turning, saw her bedroom light flicker and die, causing the shadows to become longer, deeper, more terrifying; casting her sanctuary into a gloom deeper than even the landing. She began to imagine hands grasping at her, pulling her towards the dark and possessing her in ways she was too frightened even to begin to imagine.
The moonlit bathroom, once so sinister, began to appear welcoming in contrast to the pitch black of her bedroom, and she slowly edged her way towards it. With each shuffling step that took her closer to the dim light her courage increased until she almost laughed out loud at her fears. That is, until she felt it, a leathery grip on her arm pulling her towards the blackness of the spare bedroom.
A scream died, unborn, in her constricted throat as her hand attempted to grip the door. Silently, slowly, she tumbled forward into the gloom and blackness deeper than the darkest night overwhelmed her.
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She opened her eyes, the harsh glare of the sun causing her to blink uncontrollably. An ache pulsed in her forehead and she reached up to feel a large swelling growing there by the second.
Still sitting she forced her eyes open and looked out onto the harsh desert landscape that stretched out as far as the eye could see in each direction. Huge boulders were strewn over the ground, as if a giant had thrown them there in a fit of pique.
She rose, once more aware of her nudity, one hand covered her breasts, the other shielding her groin from no one, or no one that could be immediately seen. She started to walk, the direction immaterial, but, she thought, there had to be something, someone who could help her, even if only to explain where she was and how she had come to be there.
Whether it was a sixth sense or some almost inaudible noise, it mattered not; she knew she was being watched. She turned, slowly, in a complete circle and saw nothing until she returned to her original direction. A small dwarf-like figure covered in a leathery skin, which, from a distance, seemed scaly and dry; but the distance was decreasing as it moved towards her.
Her eyes were dragged from its leering pointed face, down to an enormous erection pointing skywards, totally out of proportion to the rest of its body, the head almost level with its bony shoulders. She watched mesmerised as its taloned hands rubbed at its cock and the creature's long seemingly prehensile tongue flicked out as if tasting the air for her scent.
She backed away, trying to keep the distance between them constant until her back touched a huge rock and she sank to her knees as if in prayer; but she knew any pleading would be lost here. The monsters erection appeared to be growing even bigger as it approached her as if signalling her fate and her head slumped down onto her chest in an attempt to block out the sight in front of her and to await the inevitable.
She closed her eyes tightly causing flashes of coloured lights to impress themselves onto her retina, anything to divert her imagination from what was about to happen. She began to almost feel the huge bulbous head parting her, pushing inside, tearing her tender vagina, splitting her asunder. Would it be quick? Or would it take its time with her prolonging the agony until that final push which would end her torment.
It was then that she heard it; a beating of wings, like a bird's but louder, growing almost deafening in its intensity. She slowly peeked out between half closed eyelids in time to see the monster's head arcing above her, its body slumping to its knees, the stump still spouting black blood high into the air as its erection poured its useless cum onto the stony ground. As it fell forward to stain the earth at her feet with its foul liquid she saw him, standing, his sword still dripping the monsters life force onto the floor at his feet.
His alabaster skin was almost painful to look at, so white it left an image behind when she looked away from him for an instant. She forced herself to study him, her saviour. He was tall, over six feet in height, his eyes the deepest blue and his hair snow white. She could see what appeared to be feathers sprouting above his shoulders and as she watched he stretched, enormous wings unfolding behind him extending outwards at least five feet to each side. In spite of her fear she stared at him, his eyes hypnotic, sending her waves of calming energy.
Her eyes travelled downwards, over his boy-like chest, his slim hips and onto his cock nestling in the blond curls at his groin. Not the cock of the monster, huge, menacing, but small like that of Michelangelo's David; small and so incredibly beautiful.
He beckoned to her, "Come, hurry, more will arrive soon. We have to go," he said, placing his sword back into a sheath strapped to his back.
