Hunted by the Mothman

One thing is certain. I am going to die.

When this night started by giving my bestfriend a ride home from work after her useless boyfriend ditch her again, I never expected to be hunted by the cryptid.

I also did not expect to go home with a rage lady-boner after something touched me outside while I was taking the trash out.

But as I look into his red glowing eyes? I know.

I'm going to die.

*Author Note: this story is intended for mature audiences only, meaning it is 18 and up. It's horror and it's erotic so, the smut will be smutting. Before you read, please remember to take a look at the trigger warnings.