Stranger Things Monsters Oneshots

Nancy Wheeler X Male Demogorgon lemon

The strange, yet familiar sounds of deep, slow, echoey breathing like a huge creature sleeping caught Nancy's attention, and she saw the portal on a nearby tree, growing like some kind of drastically mutated, fleshy fungi. A peachy glow throbbed within the portal, and the sighs it emitted made it seem like a living creature. 
Nancy had gone into the woods behind Steve's house, the spring after the ordeal with Hawkins Lab and the monster that was called the demogorgon, to have a small bonfire with her boyfriend Steve and two of his buddies, plus one of their girlfriends. He had ditched Tommy and Carol, but the people he hung out with nowadays weren't rays of sunshine either. Nancy had stormed off after one of Steve's friends kept taunting her and making sexual jokes at her, and Steve had been amused, and told her to lighten up when she called his friend out. 
Steve didn't pursue her when she left the bonfire, and she was happy he didn't. She hadn't gone too far when she spotted the portal. She paused, instantly scanning the dark woods for the infamous humanoid form of the monster she and Johnathan had to fight back in December. No sign of said beast.
Nancy remembered that lately she had been getting weird feels. Every now and then, when she was near or in the woods, maybe going around the house to take out the trash, or taking shortcuts home through the woods on hiking trails, she'd hear rustling in the fallen leaves, or see dark things moving among the trees. She would've just assumed the noises were chipmunks running around, and the shadows just tree branches moving in the wind and tricking her eyes in a creepy way, except the rustling couldn't have been made by small animals, and the movements were too irregular and distinct to be regular forest things. 
Nancy decided that it would probably be a good idea to go back to the fire and tell Steve what was up so they could fly the coop, but before she could do anything, strong arms with long fingers with claws grabbed her around the waist, scooping her off her feet. Another hand covered her mouth before she could scream, and the one holding her squeezed her against the attacker's cold, lean chest. She turned her head, now face to face with the flowerlike head of her attacker. Her worst nightmares and suspicions had come true.
The demogorgon rushed for the portal, carrying her along. Once it was close enough, it got down on its knees so it could climb through, dragging Nancy unceremoniously through the membrane as it tore through. The atmosphere changed as soon as she was through, creepily echoing any noises that were made, and generating its own dim, murky blue light. Nancy was trembling all over, trying to shriek through the monster's hand. Why hadn't it killed her yet?
She was carried through the woods like a cat carrying off a bird to present on someone's doorstep, trying to struggle free, yet the demogorgon was too strong, and when she went after its fingers in an attempt to get it to drop her, she received a growl and a nip on the back of her neck, so she stopped. 
The demogorgon approached a small cabin, taking one of its hands off her briefly to open the door, and pushing it shut with its foot before locking it. Since when did demogorgons care about doors, or know how locks worked?
She was carried into the bedroom, where the bed was unmade and the blankets and pillows had been collected into a nestlike formation. She was dumped into the beast's nest. She poised for a moment, then tried to scramble away in an attempt to flee, but the demogorgon jumped in on top of her, lying down on top of her. The softness on the bed helped her not be uncomfortably crushed by the beast, just squeezed.
She struggled. "Get away from me!"
The demogorgon flinched at her yelling and made a gurgling noise, but didn't obey. She felt its fleshy, petalled head rest on top of hers, and it let out a low purr. At least it wasn't doing anything aggressive or threatening, and the purr was relaxing, she had to admit.  
She tensed a bit when she felt the demogorgon's hand on her head, but its touch was gentle. The claws ran slowly through her hair, tugging softly, stroking, twirling pieces around its fingers. Nancy guessed hair and fur wasn't common where it came from. It wasn't hurting her, so she decided to let it continue messing with her hair, besides it was kind of relaxing. 
She was roused as she felt the demogorgon lift itself off her a little, only to grab her by the shoulders and turn her over, before returning to lying on top of her. She stared up into the fleshy petals of its closed maw, feeling a little startled and wary but not as fearful, even though the death contraption of a maw was mere inches from her face. Her eyes widened a little as the monster's hands came for her face, and began to touch her, examining her features. But it was gentle with her, and quickly refrained from sticking its fingers in her eyes, nose and mouth. Once it was done investigating with its fingers, it leaned forward and softly nuzzled her face with its petals, the skin on them feeling relatively smooth and soft, yet cold. Nancy couldn't help but smile at the gesture, and she giggled softly as the petals caressed her sensitive neck. She was a little worried, but the demogorgon didn't try biting at her. Instead, it nuzzled lower, investigating her chest. Nancy froze as it began investigating her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through her shirt, clearly interested in them. Either it was attracted to them the same way humans were, or they were an anomaly to it and had to be investigated. 
Nancy twitched and shivered, squeaking a bit as the demogorgon slipped its icy cold hands under her shirt, brushing her soft belly as they traveled up her belly. She considered trying to reject the maneuver and push it away, but what if the demogorgon got angry? There wasn't much she could do to stop it, so she let it continue.
It pushed her shirt up all the way, along with her bra, then just pulled both all the way off and tossed them on the bed. The demogorgon let out a deep purr as it began to play with her breasts, squeezing them, pinching and rubbing her nipples, its icy hands warming up with the temperature of her skin. Eventually it opened its petals and leaned down, its humid breath condensing on her skin as its petals closed softly around her breast. She was surprised to feel a set of jaws within the creature's maw close softly around her tit, being very gentle, but she could still feel the sharp teeth from both jaws and petals against her breast. Then it began suckling off her, like a newborn, even though she had no milk. She felt surprising soothed by the action, especially since the demogorgon's deep purr continued to rumble as it suckled. Nancy placed her hand on the back of the demogorgon's head, rubbing slowly.
She felt almost as if she could fall asleep with the dangerous beast cuddling her and attempting to nurse from her, until she felt something hard and slick poking the inside of her thigh. Nancy decided the demogorgon was probably a 'he', not an 'it'. And he seemed to be in the mood.
Nancy was nervous, what if the demogorgon planted some parasite in her? A grisly thought popped into her head, a scene from the movie Alien, where an arthropod-like creature attached itself to a man's face and planted an embryo in his lungs, which grew into an infant alien that burst out of his chest and killed him. Nancy guessed she couldn't do much to stop the demogorgon anyways. Might as well sit back and try to enjoy.
She noticed the demogorgon scooting down, until his head was level with her hips, and he stared down at her pelvis. She knew what was going to ensue when he hooked his claws into her jeans and underwear and tugged them both down. When he got her pants to her ankles, he removed her shoes then her pants, and returned his attention to her pelvic area. He spread her legs and planted herself between them, staring down at her groin. Nancy watched him in anticipation, as his fingers went right for her entrance. Nancy gasped softly as she felt him drag two fingers down the entrance of her pussy. Then he used them to spread her lips. She watched as he held her legs apart with both hands, and opened his petals again, then leaned in and lapped her slit with his slimy, warm tongue. Nancy moaned as he flicked her clit with his sinewy, almost serpent tongue. The demogorgon seemed to notice her reaction, as he slipped his tongue into her as deep as he could go, caressing her walls, and began to suck at her clit with his inner mouth. Nancy quivered, tensing her body at the feel of her clit being sucked. The pleasure sensation elevated slowly, the whole time the demogorgon didn't let up, his tongue writing slowly inside her to help stimulate her. Eventually Nancy reached her climax, moaning softly and involuntarily trying to squeeze her thighs together. 
The demogorgon got up, leaning over her, petals flickering a bit as he looked down at her. Nancy's gaze moved between his legs, staring at his cock. It was slick with fluid from within his sheath, and dark red with a knot at the end. The length was pretty big, at least to her, and plump and veiny.
She barely finished observing the horny beast's endowment before he grasped both her arms and rolled his hips forward, slowly penetrating her. It occurred to Nancy that the demogorgon could probably just thrust into her and pound away at whatever speed suited him, but he was staring out slow and gentle so she could adjust and wouldn't get hurt. His size stretched her a bit, but slid in nicely, since she was already prepared. He began to thrust, going slow and smooth, letting out soft purrs and growls. As Nancy became accustomed to the pace, he gradually sped up, until he was roughly slamming his hips into her, his skin slapping loudly against hers. Nancy's face felt hot and was probably bright red, and she was a panting mess, quietly begging the demogorgon for more. He eventually let out a small roar, and Nancy felt hot, thick liquid filling her, and the beast eased off.
Nancy however, hadn't yet climaxed, even though she was greatly pleasured by the fucking that had just ensued. The demogorgon knew this, so he grabbed her and turned her over, so her belly was against the bed. He had Nancy lift her hips in the air, while her front end stayed down, and penetrated her again. He held her with one hand, and slipped the other down to her slit. As he began thrusting, he rubbed her clit with his fingers. The pleasure from both inside her and her clit felt wonderful, and Nancy couldn't help but moan and beg for more, and she reached her climax just before the demogorgon shot another load of seed into her, breeding her full. 
He pulled out, some of his hot jizz dripping out of Nancy in the absence of his cock. The bed shifted as he lay down right next to her, then put his arm around her and and hugged her close. He gave another deep purr, and nuzzled her cheek like a cat. Nancy smiled and snuggled into him, giving his petals a rub before tucking her head against his chest. She could probably get used to this.