Earth, 2467

It had been a dangerous night. The horizon blazed with magenta tones and twinkled with flashes of white. That was a sign of when THEY came out. The monsters. The pillagers and beasts. In the distance, my refuge group and I could hear the distant drumming of leathery wings; all in unison heading to the same location. The camp we had been living in since the apocalyptic volcanic eruption in Taiwan was constantly plagued by the ghouls. They attacked people during the night, swooping down and pinning them to the earth, enveloping them in their bat like wings and DOING THINGS to them in ways the camp could not comprehend.

We had built underground structures that provided at least some shelter from the burning sun, which would fry anyone stupid enough to brave the barren landscape. In the night, they barely helped.

When I was writing my diary entry for that night, I heard the ominous and petrifying sound of their cries; they were attacking. I grabbed a spear fashioned from a dead tree nearby and ran out into the open to help my comrades. My jaw dropped at what I saw. Their numbers were incredible. At least 200 beasts against 40 or 50 of us. The odds were highly against us.

Then before I could think, one of them dived on top of me. My thighs and calves ached instantly from the instinctive force that tried to hold the thing back. My shoulder blades snapped a brittle branch as I fell but my firm buttocks cushioned most of the impact. I could see the creature clearly now. It was a human man. A gorgeous human man. His body looked like he had been sculpted by Michelangelo. Thick, coarse wings protruded from his shoulder muscles that emitted a blood red glow. My eyes worked their way down his body. His biceps and chest bulged with beautifully formed muscle and his abs were magnificently defined. They too glowed red with a bloody sheen.

Then suddenly his wings sprouted horns, shaped like daggers and most certainly as sharp as one, and he plunged them into the hard earth. His wings now surrounded us like a dome, insolating us completely. My mind was racing and so was my heart. What was I going to do? It was almost certainly going to engulf me in its maw; this drew me to his face. God, I would have fucked that face if I could have. His jaw line was chiseled to perfection and his lips were plump and glistening. He was grinning inanely and I saw his eyes drop to my crotch. He then slowly started to lower his head.

"What...WHAT ARE YOU DOING! GET OFF ME! HELP!! HELP!" I screamed. Fuck, he is going to bite my dick off! Holy Jesus! Then I realised. I suddenly felt a warm, moist feeling around my balls. I looked down to see him sucking on them gently. It was heavenly. The pubes on my scrotum were tingling and he was gently juggling my testicles with his tongue. He started to work his way upwards onto my hardening penis and he began to suck. As soon as he licked my cock, I could feel the pre-cum leaking out onto my purple end. After the second stroke of him pole dancing on my dick, I was close to exploding. It was too good to refuse. I spurted every drop of man milk into his gaping mouth and boy, did he gobble it up. He tidied me up with sensual tongue flicks