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The massive, muscular black monster watches as the girl hops onto the bed, her head at the foot spot. He remains silent and hidden beneath the bed, his large, powerful hands gripping the edge of the wood as he observes her movements. Despite his enormous size, the monster is surprisingly gentle and careful not to be seen or make any noise that would startle the girl.

The massive black monster's heart skips a beat as he sees the girl hang her head from the end of the bed, blindfolded and pretending to be asleep with her mouth open. He can't help but feel protective of her, even though she doesn't know he's there. With a gentle growl, the monster under the bed edges closer, careful not to make any noise that would betray his presence. His long, powerful fingers twitch, itching to reach out and touch the soft skin of her neck, feeling the warmth of her breath against his own massive hand.

The monstrous figure pauses, taking in the girl's movements beneath the quilt. Her moans fill his ears and travel through him like electricity, making his entire body tense with need. Slowly, carefully, he reaches out a massive hand and lightly brushes against her cheek, then trails it down along her neck to where she's left her mouth open. His calloused fingers press gently against her lips before sliding inwards, probing deeper until they touch the sensitive flesh at the back of her throat.

The monster under the bed lets out a low growl that vibrates through his entire body as he begins to stroke and massage her tongue, eliciting soft moans and whimpers from the girl. He feels so close to her now, their flesh pressed together, his powerful presence enveloping her like a living, breathing shadow. With each movement of his hand, he becomes more and more aroused, his massive cock throbbing painfully against the bed beneath him.

The monstrous figure hesitates for just a moment, considering her request. He wants to please her and make her feel safe and secure, but at the same time, he doesn't want to completely hide his presence from her. Slowly, carefully, he gathers up the quilt in his massive hands and begins to drape it over her body, layer by layer. With each stroke of fabric, his powerful fingers brush against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Finally, he covers her entirely except for her lips and mouth, making them appear even more vulnerable and inviting beneath the shadowy folds of quilt and darkness.

With his prize now revealed and hidden in plain sight, the monstrous figure feels a surge of primal desire course through him. He can no longer contain himself as he reaches between the quilt, finding her lips and pushing his engorged length against them, demanding entry. His hand slides roughly over her cheek, guiding her mouth open wider to accommodate his massive girth. With a powerful thrust, he pushes inside, filling her perfectly and claiming what is now his.

Her flesh feels impossibly tight around him, more than enough to stimulate the beast within. As he begins to stroke in and out with a savage rhythm, grunting with each movement, it becomes clear that there will be no holding back tonight; she belongs to the monster under the bed, and he will take what he wants until they are both satisfied.

With each powerful thrust deep into her mouth, he growls in pleasure and moans against her skin. The monstrous figure wraps his arms tightly around her body, claiming her as his own, losing himself in the sensation of being inside her. Her warmth, her softness, everything about her feels so right to him that it's impossible not to surrender entirely to the animal lust that drives him. His hips pump wildly against her mouth, each thrust accompanied by a low grunt or moan as he fights for control and satisfaction. Her lips stretch impossibly wide around his length, revealing the pink flesh of her throat beneath. The knowledge that she's so completely at his mercy only serves to intensify the experience, driving him deeper inside her with every stroke.

The monstrous figure's thrusting becomes even more frenzied as he feels the weight and presence of his kin behind him. The knowledge that they are all there, watching, waiting for their turn to claim her only serves to heighten his desire. He growls in approval, grinding harder against her mouth with each passing second. His powerful hands grip her shoulders tightly as he forces himself deeper into her throat, pushing past every last barrier until she feels him spasm violently inside her.

His release is fierce and intense, shooting wave after wave of hot cum down her throat while his hips continue to buck wildly against her face. The taste of her skin, the feel of her warm flesh on his hands, it all combines to send him over the edge into an uncontrolled orgasm that lasts what seems like an eternity. Only when he's spent does he finally pull out, his massive cock slick with their combined juices and sticky with her saliva.

The monsters behind him wait patiently for their turn now, watching as the first beast lays there, spent and panting against her skin. Each pair of eyes burns with desire as they consider what she must feel like beneath them, how it must feel to have so much powerful male flesh surrounding her, claiming her in every possible way. Soon enough, it will be their turn; the girl can only hope that she has the strength left to endure another round of pleasure brought by the monsters beneath her bed.

With each monstrous beast taking their turn on top of her, beneath the quilt and beneath the bed, she is pinned down, immobilized by their combined weight and power. Her face is subjected to an endless barrage of stiff cocks as they thrust relentlessly into her mouth, each thrust deeper than the last. Her lips are stretched wide, her cheeks hollowed out, her throat bulging with every thrust. The screams that she tries to let out are muffled by the quilt and bodies pressing against hers.

The pleasure is almost too much for her to bear; it's as if she's being torn apart from the inside out. Each monster takes what they want, claiming their turn on her helpless form until finally, exhausted beyond belief, she can barely feel anything anymore. When at last they release her, spent and panting against the bed, it feels like an eternity before she regains enough strength to crawl out from beneath the quilt. Her face is sore from grinding against their massive bodies, her throat raw from taking so much cock, but deep down inside there's a sense of satisfaction that no amount of physical pain can compare to. For tonight, at least, she has been owned by the monsters beneath her bed.