Monsters in My Closet (Print)

Monsters in My Closet (Print)
Wanda Violet O.
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Copyright ©2024 Wanda Violet O.
Excerpt from Claimed By The Monster In My Closet

There’s a monster in my closet.

No. Really. He’s been there since I was a little girl. I never saw anything other than his yellow, glowing eyes until my twentieth birthday. Practically every night after that, he’d wait until I was almost asleep, then the door to my closet would creak open and I’d see him standing there.

He’s tall. Really tall. And big. Muscles ripple under the fir covering his body. If I stood next to him, the top of my head might come up to his chest. He has the face of a man, but his mouth and nose are slightly wolven. Like he might be a werewolf? I don’t know. All I know is I’m equal parts terrified of him and aroused by him.

As my twenty-first birthday neared, he got more aggressive. I could actually hear him snarling when I was in that twilight between sleep and wakefulness. Every time he did that I woke up, my heart pounding, terrified he was going to kill me.

Then two days before my birthday, I looked up to find him standing right beside my bed, snarling and growling. It was a dream. Had to be a dream. This was usually where I woke up, but I couldn’t seem to make myself. I was caught in some kind of dream world, unable to break free. The monster in my closet loomed over me. But this time, he gripped his enormous cock in one hand and stroked himself as he looked down at me.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to run away. I wanted…

To reach out and touch it…

Or lick it…

NO! No way. He was a beast! A monster who would likely eat me for supper!

He grunted when I met his gaze, those luminous yellow eyes staring back at me. I tried to roll to the other side of the bed, but his free hand landed heavily on my naked chest. His fist pumped faster, and he roughly squeezed my small breast. I cried out, and he gave a satisfied sounding chuff.

Whimpering in equal parts fear and, surprisingly, budding arousal, I lay passively beneath his hand, afraid to move, afraid of what he might do if I didn’t stay still. His breathing became more and more erratic, and he snarled repeatedly, his hand flying up and down his cock. I could see the pearly drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Several drops shook loose, only to evaporate in a puff of smoke when they were flung into the air.

Then, with a roar loud enough to make me cover my ears, he threw back his head. A powerful jet of white cum erupted from his cock, turning to smoke seconds after leaving his body. Had it not, he would have lashed my skin with it. My tits. My belly. Maybe my face. Perversely, I found myself opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue as if to catch the ribbons of cum he should have coated me with.

I was horrified by my behavior. How could I openly welcome him? Could I really be turned on by the monster in my closet? Could I really want his cum in my mouth? Or his cock down my throat?

No. This was nothing more than a nightmare, and I was caught in some kind of dreamscape where I was acting out of character. Had to be. There was no way I truly wanted something like that.

Was there?

Once his breathing had returned to normal, his body faded. Just before he disappeared, and I was once more fully awake, his voice came to me as he stared into my eyes.

“One more night, human. One more night and then… You’re mine.” He grinned, trailing a hand down my body to rest lightly on top of my mound. “I suggest you get rid of your virginity before then. Otherwise, your first night might start out less than desirable.”

Then I was awake, the wild scent of woods and earth surrounding me like he was still standing over me. I shivered, soaked in sweat, the air conditioning too cool on my damp skin.

One more night…

What did that mean? And how was I supposed to get rid of my virginity before then? I didn’t have any hook up prospects. Was it just the lingering effects of sleep that made me dream those last words? I thought I was awake, but maybe I was still fighting to wake up. I hoped so. Because, if not, the monster in my closet was real. And he was coming for me on the night of my twenty-first birthday. And sex was definitely on his mind.