Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

Title: Before the Dawn (Monster/m, oral, anal, SciFi) Date of
Latest Update to This Story: 12/20/16

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......

I drifted silently across the large lawn, the moon overhead
unable to penetrate the deep unnatural blackness in which I
cloaked myself. The night was cold and still, the snow on the
ground fresh and unmolested. I left no footprints.

I never leave footprints.

Had anyone been watching, they would have seen nothing but a
shadow as I stalked up the porch of the large farmhouse in this
remote part of Pennsylvania. I could sense my prey inside. Though
I had already eaten twice this night, I was still hungry. I
needed more. Always more.

Two hunting dogs lay on the porch, snoring contently. I paused
for a moment to watch their hot breath rise in large puffs. They
were good beasts, loyal and trusted. Had a human visitor
approached, they would have no doubt awoken and guarded the house
menacingly.

I am no human visitor.

For a few moments, my body became a dark incorporeal mist and I
slid effortlessly under the front door. It was easy. The
residents had no idea I was coming. I appeared in the entryway of
the home and let my senses fill the space. Two adults upstairs. A
young girl, barely pubescent, near them. Below, in the basement,
was a young teenage male. My prey.

I glided up the stairs without making a sound and slid casually
into the girl's bedroom. Without hesitation, for I had done this
innumerable times before, I stalked over to her bed and leaned
in. My lips danced close to her ear as I whispered almost
inaudibly "Sleep through the night."

The girl murmured in her sleep but I was already entering her
parent's bedroom. I proffered the same command to each of them,
ensuring they wouldn't wake until the morning. Then I left the
second floor and, finding a door to the basement off the kitchen,
I slipped into the blackness below.

The room was dark, with only a small basement window providing
the room's only light. That window was well away from where my
prey slept. The room was typical of a teenage boy, with posters
on the wall and the general disarray of clothing and electronics
scattered on the floor. I'd seen this room hundreds of thousands
of times, on different continents and with different cultures and
at different moments in history. Teenage boys always have similar
rooms.

But the room didn't interest me. Lying on his bed, in a pair of
boxers and with his comforter thrown off, was the teenage boy. On
the younger side of the teenage spectrum, the boy was a perfect
specimen nonetheless. His body was firm and supple. His skin was
smooth and unblemished. The boy was handsome. He was also hard as
a rock; his undergarments tented obscenely.

I crouched next to the boy and my lips hovered just above his
ear. "You are powerless to resist me, boy." I whispered. "You
have no control. Your body is mine to do with as I please." The
boy moaned slightly in his sleep. "You cannot move unless I tell
you to. You cannot scream for help. You cannot yell to your
neighbors." The boy whimpered, still deep in slumber. "I need
your seed to survive. You will give it to me. Now wake."

The boy gave a sudden deep intake of breath and began to shudder
as he awoke. Like all my prey, he tried in vain to move around.
He was unsuccessful. I stood and looked down at the boy. The room
was very dark and the only light was well away from us. To the
boy, I appeared only as a dark shape in an already dark room.
Darkness had no affect on me, though, and I watched as the boy's
eyes darted this way and that. He was afraid.

I reached down and grasped the waistband of his underwear. He
squeaked in fright. In one quick movement, I pulled the flimsy
material down past his feet and tossed it to the ground, admiring
the boy's beautiful body. His cock was nearly five inches long
with a small tuft of public hair at the base. His balls were
hairless. Perfect. Grasping his wrists, I pulled his hands to my
mouth and licked his palms, making them slick with my potent
saliva. Then I let go.

"Jerk yourself off" I said quietly. "Cum on your stomach and
chest."

The boy groaned as his left hand darted to his cock and his right
hand darted to his balls. In a moment, he was rapidly fisting
himself over and over again while small moans escaped his lips. I
watched, enjoying the show. His left hand flew from base to tip,
my saliva the best lubricant there was, while his right hand
rubbed his nutsack vigorously. The room was filled with the slick
squelching of a boy masturbating and my stomach rumbled in
hunger.

"Ah! Oh! Aaahhhh!!!" the boy grunted as his chest lurched upward
and several thick shots of teenage cum splattered noisily onto
his chest and stomach. He continued to masturbate for a moment
more before a contented sigh escaped his lips and his body
relaxed. I dove in.

Grasping his left hand, I licked his palm and fingers as a greedy
child might lick an ice-cream cone. That finished, I lapped up
the puddle that had formed at the base of his cock and then began
to explore upwards. The boy had produced a great deal of semen
and, as my lips and tongue traveled around his stomach and chest
and nipples, I felt some of my hunger abate. The boy cooed for a
moment before another sharp intake of breath indicated his mind
had caught up with what was happening. Then he began to whimper
in fright.

I rose and turned, spotting the thing that had caught my eye
earlier. A laptop, sitting open on a wooden desk. I smiled.
Hunting in first-world countries had advantages. Sliding into the
chair, I turned on the machine and it came to life. The boy gave
a startled cry as light burst forth and I was revealed in full to
him. He began to weep silently. I took no offense; I'd be scared
of me as well.

A password was required so I asked the boy lying a few feet from
me his password. He responded immediately despite his tears. I
typed it in and had access to the machine.

For centuries, I had been required to entertain myself while I
waited for my prey to recuperate. Now, every home in this country
had televisions and computers that were fascinating opportunities
for me to pass the time. And pass the time I did. For the next
twenty minutes or so, I surfed the various news sites before the
grumbling in my stomach drew me away. It was time to feed again.

I lowered the screen and the room became dark once more. The boy,
having calmed himself slightly in the intervening time, began to
breathe heavily again. It didn't matter. Getting close to him, I
spun the boy around so his legs were hanging off of his bed.
Then, grasping him behind the knees, I pulled his legs up so his
knees nearly touched his ear. "Use your hands to spread your ass
open, boy" I said quietly and he did as I had commanded. His
virgin asshole filled my vision.

I dove in again, latching my mouth onto his small tight pucker.
The boy's warmth radiated outward and I heard the boy give a
strangled cry. Then I began to lick his entrance vigorously. For
a moment, he continued to cry.

Then he began to moan.

I pushed my tongue into him. One inch. Two inches. Four inches.
My tongue slithered out of my mouth rapidly, all six inches
wriggling up into his colon as his moans grew louder. Then, in
one quick motion, I retracted my tongue entirely from his
entrance and rammed it back in again.

"OHHH!!!" the boy groaned as his ass clenched against my invading
appendage. Again, I retracted my tongue and rammed it back in.
Again, the boy gave a startled groan. My lips never unfastening
from his shitter, I pounded him faster and faster with my
dexterous tongue.

The boy began to shake after a minute and I knew the pleasure was
eating away at him. My tongue was darting in and out of him
incredibly fast and the boy's unbroken moaning was growing in
volume and pitch. Then, all of a sudden, his asshole grasped my
tongue in a vice grip and the boy began to yelp. "AH! AH! OH!
UGHH!!" he cried, as my ears picked up the sound of his cum
hitting his chest once again. The boy had climaxed from his anal
stimulation.

They always do.

As his climax died down, I dropped the boy's legs and began to
slurp and lick at the teenage seed pooling on his heaving chest.
It was delicious. The boy, of course, was crying silently while
wondering what I was going to do to him. The boy probably assumed
he wouldn't make it out of here alive.

He assumed wrongly, of course. I never hurt my prey. They provide
me with life. If you slaughter your cow, you can no longer drink
it's milk. He didn't need to know that, though, as terror tended
to make cum taste a bit sweeter. And his seed was sweet.

For the first few minutes after that second snack, I surfed the
internet. Then boredom overtook me. When one has lived as long as
I, the current topics of the day tend to be repetitive. It's all
occurred before.

Lying next to the computer was an open mathematics book and the
boy's homework lying mostly finished. Out of curiosity, I scanned
his mathematics worksheet and quickly realized that math was not
this boy's forte. In fact, he'd gotten quite a few of the
problems wrong.

Frowning, I picked up a pencil and began to make corrections. It
took nearly a half an hour but, by the time I closed the book and
approached the boy, his worksheet was completely accurate.

Apparently, the boy had watched me doing his homework in the dark
and gave me a confused look. I said nothing. Instead, I knelt
down and began to run my long tongue over his deflated cock;
slipping the morsel into my mouth. It responded.

Soon, the boy's engorged flesh was stiff and I began to bob up
and down on his member. My lips glided firmly over the taut skin
while my talented tongue rubbed mercilessly across his sensitive
coronal head. The boy began to squeak every time the tip of my
tongue grazed the underside of his cockhead and I could hear his
heartbeat growing faster and faster.

I started humming, my mouth vibrating quite intensely, and the
boy's repeated squeaks became a low muffled moan. I grinned
internally - it was so easy to get these youngsters off. I sped
up, bouncing from base to tip imperceptibly fast as I snaked one
long finger under the boy. The next time the boy inhaled, I slid
the finger deep inside of him; his asshole slick with my saliva
already and his body unprepared for my invading digit.

"OHHHEEEAAAA" he cried, the sound bouncing off the walls of the
basement as the boy climaxed for a third time. Spurt after spurt
erupted in my mouth and I sucked it all down, eager for my treat
and glad I had picked this house. "Oh! Oh! No! No!" the boy
cried, chanting in time with my head bobs. A moment later, I
relented and released the boy.

The teen was a mess. His body was covered in sweat. His hair was
sticking in every direction. His nose had run slightly and
glimmered on his upper lip. His breathing was heavy and strained.

I was pleasantly full.

Something caught my attention behind me and I turned, my eyes
darting to the window. Though it was still pitch black outside, a
few subtle beams of light had crept into the room and reminded me
that the night was nearly over. Shortly, day would break.

"Hm..." I muttered to myself, weighing my options.

Another, like me, was waiting for me in the city several miles
away. An old friend, he and I like to meet every decade or so and
exchange tales of our passing years. We were supposed to meet
tomorrow. That said, I didn't think I had time to make it before
the sun rose. Not wanting to chance it and knowing he wouldn't be
inconvenienced if I arrived a day late (he had arrived late on
numerous occasions), I decided to spend the day here.

In this basement.

With this cute teenage boy.

Grinning, I closed the curtain on the sole window and glided
upstairs to whisper commands into the ears of the family above.
They would leave the boy alone all day. They would think he was
sick. They wouldn't step foot in the basement at all. They would
ignore any sounds coming from down there.

I'd whispered those same commands in the ears of many families
over the centuries. I've yet to be disturbed.

........

It had been half an hour since the last rays of daylight filled
the air. Contented, I glided under the front door of the house
where I'd spent my day, past the sleeping dogs, over the
un-trodden snow, and into the woods. Far in the distance, the
twinkling man-made lights of the city fought a loosing battle
against the darkness as I ghosted across the countryside towards
my friend and his hiding place.

Night had fallen.

The day had been enjoyable. It always is. While I spend the
nights feeding the hunger in my belly, I spend the days feeding
the hunger in my loins. Generally, I follow the same routine and
my day with this most recent boy had been no exception.

I shoved my fat bloated cock into his virgin shitter exactly as
the sun crested the horizon while I whispered to him that it
wouldn't leave his bodies until nightfall. The reaction of
masculine teenage boys when they hear they are going to be fucked
from dawn to dusk is too precious to describe. This boy didn't
disappoint. He cried. He wept. He pleaded. He bargained.

Then he climaxed.

Oh yes, he climaxed. I fucked him for nearly an hour and, the
moment his mother called his sister down for breakfast, the boy
gave an earth-shattering scream and soaked himself in his cum. It
was hands-free, too, as I refuse to let my boys touch themselves
for the first few orgasms. They tend to become docile after I've
ripped several powerful climaxes from them without their
boy-parts being touched.

The boy seemed to get into it around noon and I didn't blame him.
I'd maneuvered us to his desk where I managed to access his
laptop while I enthusiastically bounced the boy on my lap. Though
my hands were busy latched onto his slim waist and jackhammering
him up and down on my stiff member, I was able to pull up
numerous pornographic websites for the teen and gave him
permission to play with himself while he watched movie after
movie of girls in remarkably similar situations. The boy didn't
climax quite as much two hours later when I switched the images
to exclusively men but, then again, the boy was obviously
heterosexual.

Shortly before sundown, I lay down on the boy's floor while he
sat, impaled on my member, and stared at me numbly. As I usually
do, I gave the boy a choice. Fuck himself silly on my tool and
get me off (I was close) or suffer through another twenty-four
hours with me in his bedroom. No fool, the boy opted to get me
off and, using his long coltish legs, bounced up and down in a
desperate bid for freedom. Of course, my hand quickly snaked up
between his legs and I jerked his hard teenage cock in time with
his own rhythm. He climaxed first. I followed a moment later.

Then I left. The boy would remember none of it, of course.
Neither would his parents. But I would remember and, as the
silent trees passed me by and I began to enter the city proper, I
would relay today's fun to my friend. Perhaps he would want to
stop at the same house on his way out of town?

I wouldn't. I was heading towards Michigan. Towards many more
dark nights. Towards many more creeping dawns.