Philip had always been adventurous and was an avid outdoorsman, he also had an interest in the paranormal and anything that could go bump in the night. When he found mention of a trail in a remote patch of woods that not only offered beautiful views but also had ancient legends of a monster that prowled the woods at night, he knew he had to go.

As he started up the trail it was a lovely day, birds chirping, a light breeze singing through the trees creating the perfect temperature, and hardly a cloud in the sky. About a mile up the trail, though the weather was still beautiful, and the birds were still fluttering playfully about the trees, Philip still had a sense of unease that he just couldn't shake. He felt like he was being watched. He tried to brush off the feeling as his mind wandered to happier thoughts, such as what could the terrifying monster of legend look like? Was it like a werewolf, or just another Bigfoot spin off? The stories never mentioned if it was vicious or just a protector. Is the monster hot? These were all important questions.

Philip came to his camp site deep in the forest, it was early evening but with the thick trees it was already starting to get dark. Sore from the long day, he wanted to lay down and rest, sadly there were still things that needed to be done. He set up his tent in a flat spot, checking for dead branches above, then made himself a simple dinner of instant chili. After dinner it was now definitely getting dark, so he made a little fire to relax by. It was peaceful. This was his favorite part of camping, the relaxing quiet, sitting by the fire, watching the stars shine through the canopy above. The feeling of being watched never truly went away but he just brushed it off as him being paranoid and maybe even a little spooked by the legend.

He hoped the legend was real. While he had been an avid lover of the paranormal for most of his life, in more recent years he had become much more of an avid “lover” of the paranormal too. As he sat by the fire, every sound of the forest could be the beast out to get him, and this thought was exhilarating. To be picked up like he was light as a feather and used to a hulking monster’s content, to be carried away to its lair to be used by a pack of its kind, to be filled with an impossibly large monster cock… Philip decided he was getting a little too excited and that it was time for bed.

Laying down in his sleeping bag in the dark did not help the horny thoughts that raced around his mind, they in fact made them worse. When he was by the fire, he could see that any little noise clearly wasn’t a massive monster here to fuck him. But in the tent, he couldn’t see anything outside his tent except through a little window that didn’t offer much view. Just to relax before bed, his hand moved below the waistband of his underwear and in between his folds. Fuck, he thought, so wet already. He started circling his clit with two fingers, holding in a quiet moan as he pleasured himself. He imagined a huge werewolf tearing through his tent and fucking him wear he lay. Philip began to finger himself pounding himself with his fingers as he imagined a massive werewolf’s cock pounding into him. He remembered he was in the middle of the woods, and nobody could hear him. He moaned out loudly as he was fingering himself with one hand, he was teasing his swollen clit with the other. He was getting near the point of climax, but then he noticed something, a huffing sound, coming from right outside his tent.

Philip stopped and looked out the tiny window his tent provided, it was dark, but the moon lit up the forest floor just enough for him to see something he could have never imagined. The monster was sitting in a crouched position. It had a long tail like a wolf but massive muscular body like a bear, atop the creature’s head deer shaped head were antlers like a great stag that appeared to form a crown. The huffing sound was coming from the monster Philip watched as it was stroking a thick-headed cock and huffing as it too pleasured itself. It stopped and looked towards the tent. Philip felt his heart race but felt a warm throbbing sensation in his clit. He couldn’t tell if the monster could see him. When the creature stood up and began walking towards his tent, he knew that it had. He decided the best thing to do was to pretend he didn’t see it and hope it ignored him. He heard the zipper to his tent slowly open and saw the monster’s large face, it was smiling with a mouth filled with fangs.

The creature tore off the sleeping bag leaving Philip exposed. He struggled to get away, but he was trapped in the tent. The monster tore off Philip’s pants with it’s large, clawed hands, spreading his legs, and showing off his exposed and soaking wet pussy. The beast opened its maw to reveal an impossibly long thick tongue. The beast put its mouth between Philips legs and slithered its tongue past his folds and inside of him. Philip felt the monster filling him up and couldn’t help but moan out, he had been horny all week and this was a fantasy come true. He felt the creature licking at his cervix, his pussy throbbed in the monster’s mouth, it all felt so good, he grabbed on its antlers so all this pleasure could continue. Soon enough he was cumming all over the monster’s tongue and the monster was happily licking up his juices. Philip was sore from a day of hiking and was deep in subspace from the creature eating him out. He hardly put up a fight when the beast dragged him out of his tent.

The creature stood up fully letting out a growl, Philip was too in awe if the size of the monster to struggle, it was at least twice the size of him and with a dick that big he’d be lucky if he could walk again next month. The beast pounced down on him, pinning him to the ground. The monster’s dick was just in front of his mouth, seeing the opportunity he began to suck it. As Philip worked his tongue around the monster’s head and shaft the creature moaned in delight and began to thrust into his mouth deeper. Philip began to stroke its cock as the beast fucked his face. Hearing the beast huffing again like it was close, Philip slowed down and began to just lick the tip. Even facing a terrifying monster, Philip was still a brat at heart.

The monster did not take too kindly to this and started slamming as much of its cock down Philips throat as would fit making him tear up. The monster eased up a little and let go of Philip standing to its full height to finish jerking off onto Philip’s body as he tried to crawl away. After being soaked in cum and being exhausted from the struggle, Philip didn’t know how much energy he had left to fight.

The monster pounced down onto him, its massive cock still throbbing. The creature snarled in his ear. Philip felt something thick and hard pressing up against his entrance, he knew there was no use fighting it, so he relaxed just a little. The cum still wet on the beast’s tip, and the fact that Philip was quite wet already, allowed the monster to slide in with ease. Phillip had never felt fuller in his entire life, the monster’s head pressing up against his cervix already. Philip was filled with such an overwhelming sense of pleasure; this was everything he had dreamed of his wildest fantasy come true. Any feelings of terror slipped away as the monster pounded into him. Philip moaned out with every thrust; the creature growled in response enjoying itself just the same. Philip could feel the monster’s pace quickening and himself coming closer to climax as well. He grabbed onto the beast impaling himself on the beast’s shaft so the monster could not stop fucking him even if it wanted. The creature hammered as deep as it could go gripping onto Philip so he couldn’t escape even if he tried, then let out a mighty howl and finished.

Philip could feel the hot fluid filling his womb to the brim then a second later gushing out of him as the monster kept cumming. Philip moaned out as being filled up like this pushed him over the edge as he felt all his muscles relax in a massive full body orgasm. He had never came like this before. So intense. Everything felt so amazing as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. He hugged the monster the best he could with all the energy he had left, burying his face into the creature’s large furry chest.

Shortly after he came, all the exhaustion caught up to him and Philip fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke, he found a large rock that hadn’t been there the night before placed in the center of the camp. On it were three large fish and what looked to be a set of hide clothing. This must have been the creature’s way of repaying him for destroying his clothes from the night before. “For a monster it’s more generous lover than some humans, it even got me breakfast,” Philip chuckled to himself, “I will definitely be coming back here.”