Hunker down

Every night is followed by a morning. Every hunt comes to an end. Jessica would likely be thought to be a beast if she was caught roaming the night as it were. Jessica let out a slow exhale. She would have to manage the night here. Jessica quietly approached and shut and barred the door.
Leaning against it, Jessica sighed and looked around the room.

Was there....
Jessica saw movement in darkness. Jessica blinked once or twice, as if would clear the blurriness that was what she saw. But blood drained from her face as she saw what it truely was.

A black cloaked figure with a meaty bag that seemed to equal the figure in weight stood hunched at 8 feet tall in the corner of the room. Its movements silent, it padded toward Jessica.
Jessica panicked. It was a Snatcher. These fae-beasts would kidnap the unfaithful to the hunt to never to be seen again.
The thing was bigger than she expected it be. Limbs long and gangly. It's skin so pale, it crossed over to blue.
Panic dropped into Jessica's stomach, as she in a panic tried to lift the bar back out, while still keeping an eye on the beast as it approached.

Jessica had just gotten the bar up as the Snatcher was 8 feet away. Its hands had come together to form some strange sign.
Jessica's world spun, as if turned on it's axis as she pulled backward at the feet of the snatcher. Her position was on that she could see the uncovered manhood of the Snatcher. It's cock looked normal enough from what she had seen from less decent customers, if slightly large. What was abnormal was it's ball sack, looking more at place on circus animal than a man's body.
With an inhuman screech it moved, dropping the sack heavily onto Jessica's torso, but with less **** than she expected. Its wet weight holding her to the ground. The Snatcher crouched, Jessica couldn't help but notice the cock getting closer to her. It was growing larger by her reckoning as well, engorging with whatever blood ran in this pale thing's frame.