Invisible

Sound asleep in bed and in the comfort and solitude of his home he would have liked to believe that he was safe and that nothing could get to him. It wasn't true. He knew that but he still tried his best to go about his days as if he didn't know what was always to come when the night fell. Rolling in through the small opening of the window above his bed, a soft cool breeze swept into the room ruffling his wavy chocolate hair. He stirred in his sleep, coal black sheets curling up around his lithe body and moonshine spilled into his bedroom casting a light glow over his sleeping form. It was never constant or predictable, some days it would happen and other days it wouldn't and at other times it wouldn't occur for weeks or months at a time.

As of late it hadn't happened in the past two months, Ken had been able to live a seemingly normal life...deep down he knew that it wouldn't last. Every single night Ken went to bed with a sense of foreboding, knowing all too well that it would begin again but never sure when and that was probably the worst part. Always knowing that it was going to happen and that no matter where he was or whether he was awake or not, alone or not that there was nothing that he could do about it. Ken had stopped letting his friends sleep over with him since it began, and he avoided having to stay at someone else's place as much as he could. He didn't want this to befall anyone else.
He didn't know it but tonight. It would start all over again.

Completely asleep Ken was blissfully unaware when the door to his closet slide open, the sound of foot steps echoed throughout the room edging every closer to Ken's bed. If one were to look at this moment they would see nothing, just Ken lying peacefully in his bed but it was what couldn't be seen that Ken himself feared most of all. At the foot of Ken's bed the sheets crinkled up at its ends as if a pair of hands had grasped it and began to slowly peel back off the of the sleeping young man. Ken shivered in his sleep, unconsciously grabbing at the sheet and pulling it up over himself once more and for a moment the tug stopped. When Ken had fallen still, a small smile of contentment on his face it had started once again. This time Ken didn't noticed as the sheet was pulled entirely off of him and the bed and pushed off the beds side.

His chest was bare, he had never liked sleeping in anything more than necessary and he wore a pair of plain blue boxers briefs, he tossed again turning over and onto his side. The bed shifted under him imprints like another person kneeling beside him could be seen at his sides, there was a soft tug as his boxers began to slide off his slim hips. His tired eyes cracked open slightly at this, Ken almost went right back to sleep but then he'd felt something touch his thigh and jumped awake.

Grabbing his pillow, shuffling back on his bed and leaf green eyes wide open and Ken himself now fully awake, there was nothing there but he knew better than to take that as comfort. Instead he looked down at the bed and indeed he saw imprints that were slowly moving closer to him, “no, not again” he choked out hugging his pillow against his chest. One of the edges of the the pillow crinkled and with the same dread he'd known since he was a child, Ken could do nothing as it was ripped away and tossed across the room. A pair of hands-no more like claws grabbed at his forearms and forced him onto his back “please, please don't do this” he pleaded to his invisible assailant.

There was no reply, there never was. Ken gritted his teeth as his hands were held together above his head by his wrists, he wanted to fight but he knew with great certainty that there was no chance he could overpower this thing. His boxers were now hanging low on his waist just barely hiding his package, Ken let out an involuntary gasp feeling the tip of the things claw gliding over his torso. It stopped just at the waistline of his boxers before swiftly ripping them away. Ken shut his eyes his tight, he couldn't see it and never could but it had always paused as if ogling him like he was just some piece of meat for the taking.

Tears welled up in his eyes, he felt something like warm breath descending onto his face and he cried when he felt his loins begin to spring to life. He hated this, how this thing had always been able to arouse him with just the hint of its breath raining over his skin. No matter how he tried to fight it he'd always ended up hard, his cock standing straight up, throbbing and begging for attention when Ken wanted nothing of the sort. “Ahhh” he moaned feeling something warm and wet lick at the tip of his length, its tongue was long, thin and forked and Ken despite himself could never resist it. His back arched as the tongue literally wrapped itself around his length rising and falling sending unnatural sensations of pleasure throughout his body.

It was always so slow and tortuous. Ken was never sure whether it wanted to enjoy this or just wanted to watch him squirm under it's touch. His hands were released but he didn't bother to struggle, there was no escape from it and that's what annoyed him most, whatever it was knew that he would fight. Claws fell onto his waist as it took him into its mouth, like electricity it rushed through him, he could fell the tips of its sharp teeth graze his cock just enough to be felt rather than painful. He opened his eyes, back arching as it sucked on his shaft its mouth had always felt like there were tongues of fire licking at his length. He gripped the sheets beneath him, resisting the urge to strike at the thing, he couldn't do that not again...not after what happened last time he'd struck it.

His backside was lifted off the bed, its claws glided over his back and one traced the line of the lengthy line of a scar as it continued to take him in its mouth. It had given him that scar when he was fifthteen about four years ago when he'd out of desperation grabbed a lamp and smashed it against the thing. He hadn't hurt it, he'd only made it mad and that was the one and only time he'd every heard it make a sound...and that sound still haunted his darkest nightmares to this very day. His parents had rushed into his room finding him lying on the ground with a gash as long as his arm running down his back, lying in a pool of his own blood. Of course when he'd woken up in the hospital the next day Ken had lied saying he'd fallen against the edge of the glass table in his room, which luckily had some blood splattered on it.

Though skeptical they'd bought it but he knew the truth and that memory served as an everlasting reminder of why he had no choice but to resign himself to it. His thin body glistened with sweat and he couldn't resist shallowly thrusting into its waiting mouth, biting his own wrist to keep himself quiet. Ken felt it smile around his cock before pulling off, licking up a tiny pearl of precum oozing off the tip of his length before dropping him back on the bed. He felt a slight push at his side, so rather than being forced he simply turning over getting on all fours practically presenting himself to the thing. He felt its claws spread his cheeks and with a throaty moan he buried his face into the bed and the things tongue slipped into his body, this was always like nothing he'd ever known.

As much as he'd like to deny it, there was no point. His body loved this and it always would regardless of how much Ken himself despised being used like a living sex toy. The thin tongue wiggled inside him, its every movement pounding against his prostate, like lightening rushing through him and making him see stars. It felt as if the slip of invisible flesh doubled over itself, lubing and at the same time stretching his inner walls in preparation of what was soon to come. A claw cupped one of his cheeks gripping it roughly as it continued to taste him to its vile hearts content, scaly feeling lips lapping hungrily at his backside claws slightly digging into his flesh. It pulled away, Ken was fairly certain that it had run out of patience as it often did more than concern with its own need than enjoying watching him try to deny what he was feeling.

Ken was still crying, and his tears seemed to fall faster as he felt something hard and blunt press against his puckered entrance, he held his breath as it pushed into in. He wanted to scream and had to bite his lip to the point that he drew blood to keep from doing so, it always hurt like this to begin with and would inevitably hurt later. He groaned as it began to pull out and back into him at a fast rough pace, it was a searing pain that was slowly numbing away. He felt it's claws grip his hips as it pounded into him, he hated to admit this but 'god, i-its so fucking huge' that had always been one thing he admittedly loved about this. It was probably about as thick as his waist and as long as his forearm.

He took a mouthful of the sheets between his teeth as it pounded into him and a scaly hand wrapped around his length and began to stroke his length. Like sparks it surged through him, the bed squeaked beneath him and he rocked his hips back against the tremendous rod as his assailant plowed into him. “O-Oh fuck” Ken groaned feeling his orgasm near, he felt the sheets shift as if something slithering up at his by his side and he felt something push against his cheek. In his current state Ken was unable to think to resist, he opened his mouth without question taking its tail into his mouth muffling his moans as it thrust into him. “Nnnh” a muffled moan as his body shook with tremors of pleasure as his orgasm rocked his body and his hot load spurted out onto the sheets of his bed.

Ken felt hard scaly arms wrap around his chest as it pulled him against him, driving hard and fast until finally he felt it's sharp teeth bite into his left shoulder. It wasn't deep and that was the only indication Ken ever got that it had come, it still pounded into him riding out the last waves of pleasure from its orgasm. It's mouth dripping in his blood vanished from him. It pulled out agonizingly slow, its sheer length Ken never understood how he was able to take without being killed but he certainly didn't complain about being left alive. Its tail pulled out of his month dripping with his saliva finally the entirety of its member left him and just as fast his closet door slammed itself shut. It was gone, it was for the time being done with him.

He lay there on his stomach sprawled out on his body hot, aching and more exhausted than he had been in ages. Ken knew at the moment trying to move would only cause himself more pain but he had little choice, reaching out with his right hand he grabbed the sheets on the floor. He as best he could without causing himself too much pain wrapped it around his shoulder where it had bitten him and flopped down on his bed. He was glad that it was over, hated that he'd enjoyed it and couldn't help but think like he always did afterwards that maybe just maybe this would be the last time it visited him.