You can't make up your mind

While you're busy thinking through how to handle the diminutive demon the chaun is creeping ever closer. You are suddenly distracted by a flash of light. You turn to see what it was and then another flash appears in the opposite direction. You are suddenly surrounded by flashing lights. It's as if a crowd of paparazzi and their strobing cameras close in on all sides. The world is dark beyond the flashing lights and in moments you feel dizzy and tired.

"Stop taking my picture," you moan and sink to your knees. You look down at your knees and the snow-dusted ground.

HEE HEE HEE!

The chaun leaps at you from behind the flashing lights and before you can even react it tackles you onto your back, wrapping its spindly legs around your mid-section and its arms around your neck. It twists your head to the side and you feel a sharp pinch as its tiny fangs pierce your neck. You are paralyzed by the dreadful beast's venom and can do nothing but stare up in shock at the flashing lights as the chaun drinks your blood. After a few minutes you feel cold. The chaun detaches and stands up, smacking its lips with its long tongue. It stands above you triumphant, its belly swollen with your blood and its horrid cock rising to full staff.

The effect of its venom is intense. You feel a lusty twinge between your thighs and squirm on the ground. You cannot resist the sight of its cock. You sit up and wrap your soft hands around its bumpy shaft. It has a sour unwashed smell, but you don't care, leaning forward and closing your full lips around the bulging pink head. Your tongue caresses the ridges and veins outlined on the meaty fuckpole's shaft. You taste the last thing the chaun fucked, whatever ot whoever it was, and this only heightens your arousal. You stuff the knobby cock into your mouth with surprising eagerness and slurp away s if it were your fantasy come true.

If the chaun were to have your quim you might yet turn the tables, but it has no such interest in fucking you. It grips your hair in its clawed fingers and begins to saw its fat cock in and out of your mouth. The flaring tip penetrates the ring of your esophagus. You gulp with each stroke into your throat, the chaun's heavy balls batter against your chin, tightening as he uses your mouth to get off. Tears sting your eyes. You have just enough sense remaining to know what a shameful thing it is to be beaten and taken by the likes of a lowly chaun.

HEE HEE! The foul imp holds your head on both sides and strokes slowly and deeply between your soft lips and into your throat. Its balls are tight eggs against your chin and you can feel its greasy precum lubricating your esophagus. You breathe in the rancid aroma of its pubes and try not to vomit. The chaun seems to scream and then you feel its cock swell as it batters over your tongue and deep into your throat. It twitches and you feel hot, thick liquid pouring down your throat. The horrible little beastie times each thrust of its hips to deposit another shuddering gush of warm spunk straight into your throat. You feel sick with fullness as it at last pulls back, giving you a sour taste of bile and slimey coating of churned cum over your tongue.

You drop back, hanging your head in shame. A bit of monster spunk drools from your lower lip and down your chin. You wipe it away. When you look up, the lights have disappeared and the chaun has disappeared, leaving you alone in the wintery forest floor near the crashed airplane. If it weren't for the churning fullness of your stomach and the bite marks on your neck you might almost believe it was a dream. You gather yourself up and try not lose hope. At least nobody saw what happened. Nobody has to know.

A short walk from the plane crash takes you to a cobbled road. Signposts point the way west to Isenvlad, the same direction as mountains and that creepy castle. Somewhere on the other side is the compound and the airport in the center of the island. Isenvlad must be a town. Maybe they have a telephone and a masseuse there. The other way is more mountains, more forest and, presumably, Monster Island's rocky coast. Maybe if you go that way you can signal a boat or something.