Lights, no camera, and maybe action

You closed the balcony door on your way in, and where once there were pleasant murmurs of wind, now only silence remained, doubling down on the eeriness of the kitchen. Your first three steps into the room were the calmest, for after that you were frozen silent. A vase or glass in the darkness was knocked over, crashing to the ground and flaking into pieces.

There was no wind nor pets to speak of, and such things were not known to simply capsize on their own.

You stopped your own breathing in fear, hoping the room would remain dead silent in your absense, but it didnt. Your breathing was not the only one in this room.

Thus came the realisation: you were not alone. Too petrified to scream, all you could do was dart for the door. The mysterious stranger took into motion as you did, the sound of small wings flapping around the room, heading towards the same destination as yourself: the door. It beat you too it, and as you tried to open the door, its weight threw against the wood, slamming it closed again before you.

You couldnt see where it was obstructing you from, and desite not wanting to see what it was, you had **** but to slam your fist into the light switch beside the door.

And there it was, no larger than your head and right in front of you. With red skin and a devilish grin. If you had to label the creature... you would have to have called it an imp.

Your eyes drooped, following a potent smell that led you straight to a thick cock which was absurdly big for the creature's size. It was so close that your lips almost touched it.

Why were you feeling disapointed that they didnt?

"Come on, cum dump. I don't have all day here, suck," the creature announced with complete confidence, placing its hand on its hips before thrusting forward, rubbing its member and leaking precum across your lips and nose.

You weren't moving, why? Was it out of surprise, fear, or perhaps something more devilish than that?