In the dark, there is nowhere to run

Although it was pitch black inside the monster's cave, there were sounds everywhere. Water dripped somewhere off in the distance and the scurrying of bugs or rodents was a constant distraction, but no matter how hard she tried, Lisa couldn't see a thing. Waving her hand in front of her face yielded nothing but frustration, her imagination creating phantom fingers which only added to her confusion. When she eventually began to rise tentatively from her soft bed she heard the low growl, not overly menacing but a warning at the very least. She was being watched.

Lisa was still caked in semen, the drying substance now able to be peeled off in long, flakey chunks... the smell of it resurging as she attempted to clean herself up. To her surprise the act started to stir something inside her, her feminine desire igniting at the memory of the monster's use, or rather **** of her, shame clouding her mind as she felt that familiar tingle of desire.

She pondered how to communicate with the beast. If she was trapped and he was watching she had little option but to play along or likely die, so as she stared into the empty void of darkness she began to hum softly. She pulled the rug, her makeshift poncho off and tossed it aside, revealing herself to the hairy monster, she hoped, groping a breast and caressing it gently as she scanned the inky blackness for any sign of life. She cooed softly, beckoning the creature forward but was careful not to spread her legs and encourage him to properly mate her, lest she be utterly destroyed by his inhuman manhood. Soon she found herself writhing and caressing her curves in the hope she may lure her captor to her.

Lisa's plan soon bore fruit as out of nowhere she suddenly felt a furry hand grip her waist. She yelped but quickly did her best to suppress it, her hand darting out to grip the monster's wrist and stroke it lovingly, guiding it up towards her breasts and away from her shamefully wet pussy.

The beast thankfully took her lead, her breasts suddenly gripped by two furry mitts which mauled her painfully, yet somehow pleasurably. When she sensed the beast step forward, his rock hard phallus pressing at her pert breasts she could only gasp and lie back accommodatingly. Then the monstrous cock was upon her again, the massive, throbbing member pressed up between her breasts, dwarfing them. Lisa squeezed them together, doing her best to pleasure the beast, his hot, thick muscle a delightful contrast to her cool, soft breasts. He grunted and growled as he gripped her by the shoulders, fucking her chest yet, clearly somehow restraining himself. Lisa did her best to encourage him, glad of course for not being split in two, but in all honestly, feeling an intense and shameful pleasure at being used as such.

When the monster finally erupted, spraying her once more and coating her with his abominable load she found herself swallowing down all that she could, several thick spurts landing over her lips and tongue. And when she leaned forward into the darkness to lap at the still pulsing tip, sucking down a disgustingly chunky wad, she sobbed as she came, her thighs clenching tight as she squirmed beneath him. The beast pawed at her body for a few minutes longer as she writhed, then quietly withdrew into the darkness, leaving her alone and blind once again. This time however Lisa felt safe. Sated and comfortable, she curled up on the bed of mossy leaves and fell into a blissful sleep.