**Upside Down Trysts: A Demogorgon’s Endless Feast**

The Demogorgon from stranger things has a penis the size of an elephant's penis and ejaculates several gallons. It preys on college girls, taking them into the upside down for sex that goes on for hours. Demo dogs and vines in the upside down also take part.

The alley behind *Vine & Leaf* was supposed to be safe—just where drunk sorority girls and shitty one-night stands ended up. But tonight, the air smelled wrong: copper and burnt sugar, like rotting fruit left in a sauna. Lena’s breath hitched as she turned, expecting some guy’s hand closing over her thigh. Instead, *it* towered over her—muscular shoulders tapering into a torso that shouldn’t have been possible, a mouth too wide, too many teeth, a laugh like snapping vines. And between its legs—*Christ*—a cock already dripping, veins thick as garden hoses, swinging heavy as a wet dog’s spine. It didn’t just brush the concrete; it *warped* the pavement underneath like a steamroller. “Oh, *fuck*—” she exhaled, hand flying to her collarbone. The creature grinned, tongue flicking over needle-like teeth. Its fingers—too long—curled around her wrist not to crush but to *hold* her. “You’re gonna get your pretty little cunt used to this, baby.” The vines at its feet lashed together with a wet *squelch*, twining around each other to form something almost *cock-shaped*. A pack of twisted, snarling feral dogs emerged from the shadows, saliva trailing, tails stiff with the promise of violation. Lena dragged in a lungful of air. “No. *No one* lasts that long.” The Demogorgon’s laugh shook the alley. “You’ll be the first.” Its free hand slammed a thumb into the tender spot between her breasts, then *shoved* her against the brick wall. The dogs bared their teeth. Vines writhed. Its cock pulsed, leaking precome thick as battery acid over the cracked concrete. “Scream all you want, slut. The Upside Down *eats* noise.”

The Demogorgon’s grip didn’t loosen—it locked. Lena’s nails scraped against its forearm, leaving shallow furrows in the slick, scaly skin, but the thing only tightened further as it dragged her into the darkness beyond the alley’s mouth. The air *thickened*, pressing against her like wet wool. Her limbs went limp before the wall even bent inward, the Upside Down’s gravity flipping her upside down before she hit the pavement again—if it *was* pavement. The dogs surrounded her, growling in unison, their breath reeking of sulfur. One mounted her back, jaws snapping at the base of her skull, the other two took up station at her hips, nipping at thighs already slick with precome splatter. The vines coiled like serpents around her ankles, wrists, then *down*—slithering beneath her skirt, burrowing between dampened lips with a slow, grinding insistence. She choked on a scream as one slipped *inside* her, fingers twitching like dying spiders against her clit. The Demogorgon crouched over her, its cock bobbing with each breath, every movement sending a fresh wave of precome to pool against her throat. Silently, it adjusted itself, the swollen head dragging through her sweat and dirt, then pressed. One slow, effortless *shove* and the crown split her open, the dogs whining as the vines *yanked* her wide anyway. It didn’t fuck her—it *stretched*—the first few inches already disappearing like a red-hot poker shoved into butter, then grinding deeper, her body groaning around the thickness, the vines burrowing past her cervix with a *slurp* that made them hungry for the rest. Her limbs refused to obey. The Demogorgon *pushed*—no finesse, no care—and Lena’s world became nothing but the hot, bruising burn of its cock and the slick, tearing drag of the vines. No sounds left her throat. The Upside Down’s hunger had already swallowed them.

A vine attaches to her mouth and begins to force feed her somethings resembling large slugs. While the Demogorgon ejaculates for the first of many times, then switches to anal.

The vine at her lips *twisted* with a wet, meaty sound, barbs pricking her tongue before it widened—stretching her jaw obscenely as it burrowed down her throat. Lena gagged, but there was no air left in her lungs, no room for her protests. The dogs snarled, tails thrashing, and one of them *shoved* its muzzle between her knees, forcing her thighs open wider, the scent thick and filthy, its saliva already dripping into the wound the Demogorgon had carved into her pussy. The slugs tasted of rust and fermented rot, their trailing slime leaving a slick, creeping sensation on her palate before they slipped down like living weights. The first one hit her stomach with a *thud*, then the next, its body *pulsing* as something inside it struggled to stay alive—wriggling like a trapped worm between muscle and membrane. The Demogorgon’s grip on her hips didn’t loosen. It *fell* into her with a grunt, the vines yanking her wider than she’d ever been, her scream muffled by the vine and the writhing slugs until she could only choke on the horror of what was being forced down her throat, the hot, splitting burn of what was being rammed into her ass. When it came, the Demogorgon’s orgasm wasn’t a flood—it was a *geyser*. Cum hit her in the face, thick ropes splattering her skin like paint, one strand snagging in the folds of the vine still stuffed tight in her mouth. The dogs whined, snapping at the air as the fluid *seared* their fur, but the Demogorgon only laughed, deep and guttural, the sound vibrating through Lena’s already battered body. The creature *pulled* out with a slow, grinding drag, its cock leaving behind a slick trail in her ass, the opening still *gasping* for more. It didn’t pause. Another vine—fresh, glistening—coiled out of the Upside Down’s floor like a whip, barbs already digging into the sensitive walls of her cunt as it dragged her deeper into the *hunger*. “Now we see how long *you* last.”

Before she could even gasp, the Demogorgon’s fingers clawed into her hair, yanking her skull up, her neck bending unnaturally as the second vine lunged from the shadows beside her. This one was thicker, *hungrier*, its barbs already splitting her throat’s raw, torn edges, prying past the first slugs still struggling to force their way down. Lena’s vision blurred—she could taste copper, feel the first vine’s *pulsing* weight against her vocal cords as it worked its way deeper, forcing her throat wider around the new intrusion. The dogs didn’t wait; one tore at her inner thigh with its teeth, the other two pinning her hips down as their snouts gnawed at her pussy, saliva dripping in thick, burning ropes. The Demogorgon’s cock dragged against the fresh, blood-slickened walls of her cunt as it positioned itself, the swollen head already bruising her asshole, the vines *yanking* her hips up to meet it. Lena felt the first shudder of its weight—no warning, no teasing. Just the brutal, tearing stretch of something *huge* splitting her further open. The vine in her mouth *twisted* again, its length *coiling* around her tongue, forcing the writhing slugs down until they lodged in her throat, their bodies *twitching* like dying things. She tasted bile and blood, could feel the third vine already coiling around her ankle, its barbs scraping her inner leg as it dragged itself up—toward her pussy, toward the next brutal claiming. The Demogorgon’s breath was hot, reeking of something metallic and spent, its fingers digging into her ribs as it bent her farther. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, the crown *dragging* through her ass until something wet and heavy *sloshed* into place. Then it *fucked*—every stroke a gut-wrenching split, her body groaning and tearing around the sheer size of it.

The Demogorgon’s cock *slapped* against the back of her throat with every thrust, its rhythm unyielding, its hips slamming against her ass in brutal, grinding waves. Lena’s body folded around the vines, her legs pinned open by the dogs’ snapping jaws, their saliva mixing with the blood trickling down her inner thighs. The slugs in her windpipe clawed at her lungs, their dead weight pressing against her vocal cords, her breath nothing more than wet, choked whimpers. One of the dogs left her pussy, its claws digging into her hip bones, yanking her up as the Demogorgon’s thrusts dug deeper, its cock *filling* her throat now, the barbs around her face ripping at her gagging reflex. The other two didn’t stop; their muzzles burrowed into her ass, tongues lashing at her already torn, raw opening, saliva dripping in sickening ropes between her thighs. The Demogorgon *grunted*, its fingers tightening around her hair as the vine at her ankle *jerked* free, barbs dragging a line of raw flesh toward her cunt. Lena felt the first one *split* her lips open, barbs scraping the inside of her thighs as it plunged in, the burning stretch already forcing her body wider. Another *geyser* of cum hit her face, coating her lashes, her forehead—one thick rope splattered against her lips, mixing with the blood of the third vine as it worked itself into her throat. The dogs didn’t dare stop. Their jaws clamped down harder, their saliva dripping in thick, *spasming* ropes, their tongues gnawing at the already brutalized walls of her cunt. The Demogorgon’s cock *pulled* out with a wet, meaty *snag*, cum dripping down her chin, her neck—just enough for the new vine to force its way deeper, barbs *peeling* back her raw, blood-slickened lips, dragging itself into her pussy with a shuddering *thud*. Lena’s scream was only a gurgle, the slugs and vines muffling her into silence as the Demogorgon’s thrusts started again, every stroke a brutal claiming, every *shove* a new depth of violation.