I sat at my desk enjoying my lazy day off just browsing the internet. I had just received some mail containing a cute new pink robe I ordered online so I decided to get dressed up to properly try it on. I was wearing my black bowed stockings, pink heels, black bra and a tiny pink top that barely covers me at all. I open the package of the soft sheer robe and hold it against my face, mmmmm. It has long sleeves and fake pink fur running over the cleavage, down the ends of the robe, and at the wrist of the sleeves. The robe hangs daintily off of my freshly shaven frame just to the bottom of my firm, round ass. After getting all dressed up I sat back down in front of my computer and contemplated calling a special friend to come over and see my new look. Little did I know I already had an admirer outside of my window.
 
I couldn't help running my fingers across my smooth stocking legs up my thighs to my nethers, shuddering in delight at the feeling. A sudden scratching sound interrupts my ecstasy for a brief moment. It it just past midnight and all in the small neighborhood has gone dark aside from me and my computer screens. The sound was outside of my house, dragging against the siding. I sit, silent and alone, afraid and aroused at the thought of someone catching me in such a vulnerable state. The sound scrapes along yet again, in the direction of my back porch, near the electrical bo-....the screens go out, power is cut. Now I sit, mostly naked, terrified beyond words to be killed or even caught in such a state of dress, and incredibly aroused. Slowly I begin to muster the nerve to rise out of my chair and inch my way to the door of my bedroom only now realizing just how hard it is to be stealthy in 6 inch heels. The door creeks open and to my surprise I find nothing but the faint glow of the night time shone in through my windows. No outdoor lights, just silhouettes dancing around my rooms cast by the very goddess of nature herself. My knees quivered as I slowly inched my way down the hall to the kitchen, hoping I'm imagining this, hoping it was just a squirrel, hoping my conservative neighbors don't catch me in my sexy clothes. As I approach the back door I shakily reach for the handle and to my immense surprise it is tightly locked, though a chill still permeated the room as if it were recently open. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and begin laughing to myself. I run my fingers through my thick brown mane of hair that goes halfway down my back and I sigh, wow. Less frightened but still just as turned on, if not more so, I make my way back to the bedroom....that's when the floorboards next to me squeak.
 
Complete. Stillness. Silence. My body quivers. Caution. Doubt. Terror. Arousal. All dance as one in the pit of my flat, toned stomach as I wait, just a shadow against the moonlight, for the all clear to advance to perceived safety. Moments pass that feel like eternity until my rattling knees allow me to make purchase of one in front of the other. I slowly step, then another, then another, I feel home free until the squeak comes again, this time with a breath....I bolt. I say bolt, I ran as fast as someone unaccustomed to wearing 6 inch heels in a space larger than a bedroom could run. My heart was thumping in my throat as I scrambled into the room and tried to slam shut the door. A large, fleshy appendage was stuck in the jam, keeping the door from shutting proper. I scream a blood curdling scream...in my mind, in reality my mouth is open, my eyes are wide, and my voice fails me at my lowest moment. We thrash against each other, juggernauts attempting a life or death game of tug of war, I began to weep uncontrollably, all I could muster is no no please no. I was not strong enough.
 
As the door flew in I tumble defeated to the floor. Attempting to gain footing, my shapely ass directed at my assailant, I push myself up on my hands and look back at it on all fours through a sheet of soft brown hair. My eyes widened to the point of near bulge. There, in the moonlight, was a creature the likes of which mankind surely has never seen. It stood Towering in the doorway at seven feet tall, a massive beast compared to my five foot eight, hundred sixty pound frame. Its muscles and veins protruded from its biceps, forearms, pecks, even wings....wait wings? What the fuck is this thing? Then my gaze was broken from the moist textured leathery wings to the featureless face of my assailant. Two eyes are all that adorn the head of the beast, no nose, no mouth, nothing....just two cold, dead, yet still menacing eyes, fixed on my soft supple body. I finally break my gaze enough to notice that the window on the other side of the blinds is open, my lifeline. Energy renewed I refuse to look back and I bolt once again for the window.
 
A step in a half is all I have to show for my effort as the beast brings its wings to bare around my mostly naked body. My upper torso is engulfed in a slimy, leathery cocoon of muscle. from my belly button down my body resists the temptations of the winged beast, for now. Feet planted as firmly as I can, I am leaned back at a nearly seventy five degree angle, the front of my fuzzy pink robe slides open, my member stands firm and tall, as erect as I've ever been. Inside the cocoon my hands push uselessly against the torso of this bat like creature and my face is barely able to make out the look on the face above it, at the top of the wing cocoon, so near yet miles away, the face without a mouth, the hungry eyes of the creature as a warm goo begins to slowly pour onto my forhead. I scream as loud as I can and buck my hips, thrashing my legs wildly in front of me as the hot sticky, slimy mass pours as a stream from the creature. It was rancid, filling my nose and mouth before I'm able to shake my head and free my breathing cavity momentarily. The fluid ran down my face, neck, breasts, and upper stomach before what couldn't be greedily slurped back up splashed onto the ground below. I was doomed. I knew it, my body knew it, more and more the slurry poured upon me until the fear and arousal became too much to bare and my back nearly broke. The robe dangling sultrily to my sides left my member freely standing uncovered in the night, ropes of cum began erupting as orgasms wrecked my body from the inside out. My legs fell knock-kneed and weak, my fight was gone, I succumbed to the mighty beast. Slowly it moved forward, standing my body up, pulling cum covered belly, my still hard yet utterly spent member, and my shaved, shapely legs into the winged cocoon, into the flow of digestive juices that ran over my mostly exposed body, into the tingley, erotic, burning, agonizing sensation that I hoped would never end.