
Bedtime
There's nothing under the bed, go to sleep.

The creature's movements grow even more frantic as it violates you with unnatural force, determined to leave its seed inside you. You feel your body being stretched and ripped apart, the pain blending seamlessly with the pleasure as you writhe helplessly beneath its onslaught.
With a final, powerful thrust, the creature releases itself deep within you, filling you up with its hot, sticky seed.

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As the alien monster continues its relentless assault on your body, it somehow manages to grow even larger within you. Its movements become more forceful and erratic, seemingly intent on breaking you in every possible way before finally claiming you as its prize. The pain is almost unbearable now, but so too is the strange, twisted pleasure that comes with being used by this creature in such a brutal fashion.

The creature leans forward, its tongue unfurling from its maw to lap at the milk spilling from your breasts. Its rough, textured surface sends shivers through you, each pass drawing more liquid forth. The creature groans hungrily, its hips bucking against yours as it feeds.
The pain in your gut subsides, replaced by a dull ache that pulses in time with the creature's movements. You can feel its essence mingling with your own, transforming you from within.

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As dawn approaches, the creature slows its pace, still buried deep inside you. You lay there, panting, dazed and disoriented. Your body feels altered somehow, but the details are vague beneath the heavy fog of sleep.
With a final grunt, it pulls free from your chest and withdraws its member from your throat. It regards you for a moment before vanishing back into the darkness under the bed, leaving you spent and confused.
You drift off once more, unaware of what has transpired... until another night arrives, and the cycle repeats.