Beverly woke up at 2am after doing some ill-advised self-medicating the night before. She heard some scratching and bumping noises and mumbled “What the hell is that?”
A voice which resembled that of James Earl Jones came from under her bed “I’m the night monster”.
A groggy Beverly slurred “No you’re not; I’m either dreaming or you are a side effect of mixing vodka and my migraine prescription. I don’t believe in you.”
“Oh, you will, but if as you say I’m not real, you wouldn’t mind if I get in bed with you.”
“Sure, why not. I don’t have any need for the extra space.” Beverly fell asleep again after what appeared to be a human male in the faintly lit room had crawled in next to her.
When she next woke, she decided no more mixing alcohol and meds, then rolled over and bumped into something. She felt scales on a mostly human body and a normal bald head. The body spoke “Do you believe in me now?”
After a few seconds to calm herself “Still not sure – it could be aftereffects.”
“Do you mind if I convince you?”
The night monster burrowed under the covers and used his long-forked tongue to full advantage while humming the Led Zeppelin song ‘Kashmir’. Beverly had an orgasm which produced body waves accompanied by a mental montage of her favorite times – she cuddled her favorite kitten Batface, had sex with boyfriend Joe in the backseat of a Ford Mustang when she was a teenager, and won a $10,000 lottery.
“Ok, I’m starting to believe. Do you mind if I explore you now?”
“Seems fair. Your turn.”
Beverly didn’t know what to expect between his legs. After his previous masterful performance, she was disappointed to find something soft and small. She asked, “Is that it?”
“Oh, I didn’t know your taste, so I started off small. Try again.”
This time she found an eighteen-inch tent pole. “Umm, if you take requests, how about something in-between?”
“As you desire. Climb on cowgirl.”
Thirty-seven minutes later Beverly asked, “Can you come again?”
“That could have two different meanings, but the answer to both is yes.”
“I mean if I want you to visit again, how do I get in touch?”
“Knock on the headboard three times. Probably a bad idea if you have company. If I’m available, I’ll get here. I do have other appointments.”
“Why didn’t I think of this earlier? Will I have monster babies like in ‘The Demon Seed’ or ‘Rosemary’s Baby’?”
“It won’t happen unless I revise my DNA. We aren’t fertility compatible.”
“Another thing. What do I tell my boyfriend Bob?”
“I don’t think that Bob will mind if you break up with him. My sister is visiting him tonight and has spoiled him for human women, much as you would be disappointed by any human man now. Both of you may want to have fake relationships to give the appearance of normality, but nothing will compare to night monsters.”
Angel of the Night
When Bob woke up at 1:56Am, he was surprised that there was a very warm body next to him which smelled of jasmine and musk. He was amazed that Beverly had come to bed with him after their date. He had always thought of her as somewhat prudish. Her perfume surprised him more because he had never known her to wear any, but it was all good. It got better when he felt a hand manipulating his cock in a very non-Beverly way arousing him in a way he had never experienced before.
Wait a minute; he hadn’t had a date with her. “Beverly when did you show up? Not that I don’t like it, I love it.”
A deep but feminine voice with an alien vibrato responded “I’m not Beverly, I’m Night Angel, but you can call me Angie.”
“I brought home a hooker? I don’t remember anything like that.”
“Not at all. My brother and I just like to do favors for deserving people and don’t worry about Beverly; my brother is taking care of her like I will take care of you.”
Bob is stunned and his brain is spinning. Is Beverly cheating on him? What should he think about Angie? Quickly his dick makes his decision for him. “Um, I like what you are doing for me now, is there anything else that you do?”
“Why don’t I take you for a spin?”
Night Angel mounted Bob and pulled him into her. In the pale light she appeared as one of the Playboy models that he had sneaked looks at as a teenager. Tactile exploration showed that unlike the models all of her parts felt original and she had hair where normal women have hair. Her arousal based on her wetness seemed to match his.
Even while the experience was exploding his brain with pleasure, Bob noticed some disturbing things about Angie. She played her vagina like a symphony, vibrating, relaxing and contracting Cleopatra’s grip and changing tempo and theme. When he grasped her buttocks he felt scales rather than skin. Something brushed his inner thighs up to his butt. Her assurance that “Oh, that’s just my tail” didn’t assure him.
When his brain returned to minimal function he whispered “What are you?”
“You don’t have adequate language or knowledge for me to answer you. Let’s just say, that like my brother who likes to be called ‘Night Monster’, we are good demons. We ask nothing from worthy humans but mutual pleasure. As much as you have enjoyed me, I have enjoyed you. Would you object to me calling on you again when we are both free?”
“Uh, no. Could you stay longer tonight? I don’t know if I can go again, but we could cuddle.”
“Oh, we can go again.”
Good to her word, Night Angel had Bob fully prepared in five minutes.
Paul was having another one of those dreams at 3 AM. Since he had turned twelve he had been having nocturnal emissions and since fourteen he had been experiencing embarrassing daytime erections, but no real sex. He had grown used to encountering movie stars or attractive classmates at night, but this time it was somebody he didn’t recognize and didn’t seem entirely human. Whatever it was had a tail and scales on parts of ‘her’ body, but otherwise looked like a girl of his age. As her hand wandered across his abdomen, he immediately ejaculated. She handed him one of the tissues he kept next to the bed for cleanup.
The bigger difference from his earlier dreams was that this partner spoke to him. “The thing that I like about teenage boys is that they rebound so fast. I love teaching sex education.” To prove her point she quickly prepared him for sex. Without any preliminaries, she easily pulled him on top of her as is he weighed ten pounds and inserted his penis in an appropriate location. Her hands on his butt guided him into a slow rhythm for awhile, followed by rapid thrusts and a mutual orgasm.
“Now that we know each other better, I should introduce myself. I’m a good demon that specializes in helping teen boys become proficient at sex. You can call me Teen Angel. I hope that you enjoyed your first lesson. If you agree, we can cover hygiene, erogenous zones, various positions and practices and ways to find appropriate, agreeable partners. What do you think?”
Paul found it difficult to talk, but managed to squeak ‘Sure’.
“One last thing. When you wake up tomorrow, you will think this was a dream, a vivid one, but still a dream. Check your sheets.”
When Paul woke up, he remembered the last thing that Teen Angel said. He found some of her scales in his sheets.
The Black Lagoon
Sheryl woke up around midnight to find a roughly humanoid giant monster in her bedroom. As she started to scream the monster tore the covers off her bed and her pajamas off her body.
As she continued to scream the demon roughly rubbed all over her body while lingering on her more sensitive parts. His long forked tongue invaded all of her orifices not stopping until he had poked into both ears at once. Her self-defense training was no match for his strength.
“Continue screaming, that just makes this more enjoyable for me.”
By the time his cruel treatment was completed, her screams had become whimpers.
He then picked her up by her waist as though she were nothing and lowered her slowly onto his organ. The whimpers became moans as they established a rhythm.
After five mutual orgasms Sheryl spoke “God, that was great, but what would you think of a new scenario? We’ve done monster assault a lot. You don’t exist in the daytime, but I’ve got a pool and a white bathing suit for after dark.”
“You’re thinking ‘Creature From The Black Lagoon’? Great. I can become Gillman without scales so you don’t get scratches as in my natural form. If we get tired of that there is always wife at home with pool cleaner when husband works late. Been done too often? If we want to stay dry, you can reinforce the chandelier for something really acrobatic. How about I become a hopeless high school boy and you are the sexy math tutor?”
“I don’t mind the scratches. They lend authenticity and I love the new ear trick”
“See you at your pool 10pm Friday? I’ve got a date with newbie Beverly on Thursday.”
“Works for me.”
“See you then. Love you babe.”
“Love you too, monster.”
Consists of four night demon stories in Terror House