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_ - The Coral Highlands _

Seitah 'Miki' Mikaruga looked out over the breathtaking, alien landscape of the Coral Highlands - one of the most exotic sights that the New World had to offer. A coral reef above the sea - indeed, perched on the top of great, soaring cliffs! - and filled with strange and alien lifeforms. She wasn't paying a lot of attention to the view, though, being somewhat preoccupied with the strange and alien lifeforms currently lining up to ream her tight asshole.

It was a pack of Shamos - nocturnal, pack-hunting predators, close in size and shape to the Jagras she'd dallied with in the Ancient Forest. Their slick hides were silvery and fishlike, though, and this image was reinforced by their large, bulbous eyes. However, unlike fish, they most definitely had external genitalia - hence why she'd tracked a large pack of them to their den, halfway up one of the great coral spires, and surprised them during their daily rest with a handful of aphrodisiac-laced smoke-grenades.

In terms of size, they were nothing to write home about, and they didn't seem to have an oversized 'alpha' the way the Jagras did - but that just meant that she could eschew the loosening-salve she usually used in order to prepare herself for the larger monsters. Instead, she'd merely lubed up her asshole carefully, and clamped her pussy shut with two thick, metallic rings. Her twin labia piercings weren't always in use - dangling metal could distract her bestial partners, and a curious claw could cause a lot of damage - but for situations like this, they were handy.

It wasn't that she was specifically adverse to letting the horny Shamos pound her pussy and blow their loads in her waiting womb - it just wasn't really an option right now, what with the thick, hard plug lodged in her cervix. She'd been steadily training her womb for penetration during the long trip from the Wildspire Wastes, switching to larger plugs as her cervix forcibly grew accustomed to the girth of the previous ones - but there was a ways yet to go. The current one was similar in thickness to a moderately-hung teenage human, with the bulbous tip that kept it in place closer to the girth of a grown man - even with ample application of her loosening-salve, it had been hard to get it in, and with the salve worn off by now, there was a strong sensation of painful tightness in the region.

This, as she had hoped, helped add a lot of extra spice to what might otherwise have been a fairly humdrum gangbang. The Shamos' cocks lacked much in the way of texture, being smooth, light-purple deals, but they did_have a somewhat-interesting shape - a kind of double-bulge which narrowed noticeably in the middle. A large, thick head sporting a urethral opening on the side rather than the tip started it out, and after a couple of inches of thinner shaft, it broadened into a just-as-thick, knot-like base. The difference in thickness wasn't_huge - but it was enough to add a certain zest to the sensation as they took turns pounding her, repeatedly stretching her well-trained sphincter around either the tip or the base.

The result was a pleasant handful of hours spent on her hands and knees with a succession of Shamos-cocks reaming her increasingly juicy ass, cum leaking copiously from it every time one pulled out. There were about a dozen males in the pack, and while the females rested calmly nearby, they eagerly used her body to satisfy their drug-induced desires. Each of them would take fifteen-to-twenty minutes of solid thrusting to reach orgasm, and that meant there was enough wait-time between turns for them to recover their stamina - preventing them from ever winding up too exhausted to continue.

Of course, it wasn't_all_ anal - every now and then, one of the waiting males would curiously draw close to her head, eyeing her panting mouth with his bulbous, orange-glowing eyes, and she'd be able to entice him into mounting her head. They were never long from having mounted her ass, ensuring that the thick cockheads she thus invited into her mouth would, inevitably, be caked in a smooth layer of fresh, hot, salty cum - with deliciously humiliating undertones of ass-flavor and the occasional, visible fleck of brown.

By the time the aphrodisiac started wearing off and the Shamos, in response, began to drift away - usually rolling up in a corner to nurse their sore, rubbed-raw cocks - she felt satisfyingly messy. Her face and rear were encrusted with cum, her asshole gaped and twitched without the assistance of any salves, and her mouth tasted like she'd been tonguing a freshly-fucked asshole - which was something she could say with the authority of experience. She was a bit shaky as she got to her feet, but nothing compared to the last few 'events' she'd been through - there had been no party-crashers this time, and no unexpected dick-features throwing a curve-ball into the affair, either. All in all, a satisfying way to spend the afternoon, but not exactly mind-blowing. On the bright side, this - and the mellow satisfaction of post-many-orgasmic bliss - enabled her to fully appreciate the grand view from the den's entrance as she prepared to leave.

The Shamos had only been a warm-up, however - a quick, simple celebration of her arrival in this beautiful land of sexy opportunities. She already had her first major target lined up, too - the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku, supposedly a local cousin of the Kulu-Ya-Ku who dwelt in the Ancient Forest and Wildspire Wastes... not that the two shared much resemblance. Well, maybe that wasn't exactly true - both were Bird Wyverns, after all, so they shared the same basic body-shape and size, being two-legged, long-tailed reptiles with short, yet powerful arms, and plenty of sharp claws to go around. However, where the Kulu-Ya-Ku had sported laughably colorful plumage and a dopey-looking beak, the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku was a sleek, handsome predator covered in iridescent, purplish-blue scales, and boasted a maw filled with small, yet razor-sharp fangs. Well, it also had some fairly ludicrous eyebrows, but only because those unfolded into an impressive, rainbow-colored crest that it could use to emit a powerful flash, blinding and stunning both prey and potential predators.

Considering the way the Kulu-Ya-Ku had surprised her back in the Wildspire Wastes, she was hopeful that his more charming cousin might prove to sport similar 'equipment', without the ridiculous looks. But even if he didn't, the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku was still a perfect mark for her - suitable in size, and known to be mostly non-hostile towards hunters. Apparently, they fed mostly on smaller animals that they could easily overwhelm and gut while they were reeling from the flash-attack, and were too cautious to deliberately challenge anything large enough to potentially offer real resistance - though they'd defend themselves ruthlessly if challenged.

Being fairly common, a quick scouting of the area had revealed a number of them wandering about - giving her the leisure to pick one whose size seemed just about right for her purposes, and confirm that it was male when it bent over to drink from a pond. Then it was just a matter of making the necessary preparations... though these were a bit different to what she usually did. She applied loosening-salve and lube to her anus as a just-in-case measure, though she wasn't planning to use it - and then removed the rings from her labia-piercings and the plug from her womb. Using a stick with a cotton swab at the end, she smeared more loosening-salve on her cervix, careful not to get any on the rest of her pussy. (Felix was 'helpful' there, holding her well-used cunt open by hooking his razor-sharp claws through her labia.)

Then all that was left was to stalk the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku to a suitably isolated spot where they wouldn't be interrupted - a small cul-de-sac in the expansive labyrinth of coral-encrusted passages. She didn't even need to sneak up on him - as she approached him, he just lifted his head and looked at her curiously, clearly considering her too big to be viable prey and too small to be a potential predator. His sharp, predatory eyes followed the smoke-grenade as she casually lobbed it in his direction, detonating when it hit the bone-white ground and filling the air around him with a pink, drug-laced mist.

This, at least, got his attention. Shrieking, he jumped back several steps and unfolded his brilliant crest, preparing to use his potent flash-weapon - only to stumble and look around with a suddenly-confused expression. With a click, the crest collapsed back into the wide set of eyebrow-like horns it resembled when not in use, and he hesitantly stepped forwards again, his momentary lapse into hostility forgotten as his defensive instincts drowned in a tide of aphrodisiacs. Miki, for her part, was already on the ground with her skirt folded up and her rear exposed, using the fingers of one hand to spread her pussy invitingly.

It took maybe a minute for the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku's drug-induced lust to override any objections he might have had to mating with such an obviously not-a-Tzitzi-Ya-Ku female. She was there, she had a viable orifice, and she was literally waving it in his face - that was good enough. As he leaped on top of her, his clawed hands finding her armored shoulder-pads just as easily as the Kulu-Ya-Ku's had, the hand she'd been using to spread her labia for him quickly switched to reaching further back, catching and guiding his already fully-unsheathed and rock-hard cock. It felt promising between her fingers, and a thrill ran through her. The shape and texture was obviously different from the Kulu-Ya-Ku, but it hit many of the same notes, and she couldn't wait to see what it'd feel like - and be capable of - once it was inside her.

It was thicker than the Kulu-Ya-Ku's, and the head was more distinctive - but it was definitely still prehensile, if perhaps less so. Where the Kulu-Ya-Ku's cock had nearly resembled a tentacle in both shape and performance, with four ridges of muscle-nodes running down its length, this one only had one such ridge - down the bottom - and instead sported numerous finger-wide, slightly-diagonal bulges of muscle all along both sides. This provided the sides with a less severe but still noticeable texture, leaving only the topside mostly smooth. Oh, and while it wasn't nearly as tentacle-like as what the Kulu-Ya-Ku had sported, it was still noticeably conical - making it_surprisingly_ wide near the base, considering its general girth.

The Tzitzi-Ya-Ku let her guide him in with surprising tractability - but once his cockhead slipped into the warm, tight embrace of her dripping-wet cunt, he was all done being directed. With a keening cry, he surged forwards - pulling her backwards with his surprisingly-strong arms even as he smashed his loins into her ass. A shock of pain and pleasure shot through her from the sudden, brutal penetration, sending her careening over the edge into an instant orgasm that wracked her body even as the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku began to pound her powerfully - displaying a somewhat-more traditional approach to mating than the Kulu-Ya-Ku's.

Miki gasped and moaned as repeated shockwaves of perverse pleasure radiated out from her abdomen. It was everything she'd dreamed of. That initial penetration had not just stretched her labia around the thick base of his cock, but also smashed the ridged cockhead through her gaping, salve-smeared cervix with sudden, violent intensity. As he fucked her with long-yet-swift thrusts, every stroke saw his cockhead pull clear of her womb, only to push back into it again. Effectively, she was being nailed in two holes simultaneously, by a single cock! Certainly a new experience - as were the sensations her cervix reported as it was repeatedly violated by a cockhead that was probably pretty close to a human one in size, and certainly at least a little bigger than the last plug she'd been using.

Orgasms rolled through her as her endless desires were satisfied, at least for now. The Tzitzi-Ya-Ku had a predator's endurance, as well as long, strong legs, made for running and jumping - his thrusts had a satisfying amount of punch to them, and seemed capable of going on for quite a while. Moaning and shuddering, she let her body and mind relax, simply absorbing the pleasure (and pain) he was pouring into her while dancing back through her memories...

At age 15, she'd applied to join the Hunter's Guild. They, like most places who kept track of such things, had her registered as being 18 - and her background growing up in one of their own orphanages, her family and village lost to a rampaging monster, made her fit the profile of a fresh-faced Hunter-recruit so well they barely gave her a second glance as they stamped her papers and sent her off to basic training. Her training as a pharmacist brought her a bit of attention, though - a bit of advantage, and a bit more respect than a newbie hunter would normally be accorded. She certainly needed it.

She'd already settled on a weapon of choice - the Heavy Bowgun. Despite its prodigious weight, it had an advantage she couldn't pass up - it was designed to fire pellets or arrows laced with a wide variety of pharmaceutical payloads, from paralytic venom to slow-acting poison to potent soporifics. This allowed her to apply her skills more freely, producing extra-potent variants of these standard shots... ensuring that she could punch well above her weight even early on. Even the physical side of the training - building up her strength and endurance in order to handle the heavy weapons and armor smoothly - came easy to her. He widespread and frequent sexual activity had already trained her stamina to a fine peak, and with the recent inclusion of bigger, heavier lovers who liked to mount her 'doggy-style', she'd been bulking up her arms and legs as well.

Still, the training took time, and her first hunts were always team events - usually involving older, more experienced hunters who could 'show her the ropes'... and sadly, this was not a euphemism. While waiting for her chance to get some alone-time with these large, fascinating creatures men called 'monsters', she somewhat went back to her roots and courted a number of human lovers - mostly from among the ranks of the older hunters. They were mostly men, after all - female hunters were far from an oddity, but still rather outnumbered. Their long careers had usually earned them tremendous strength and a damn near bottomless pool of stamina, along with a collection of fascinating scars - and they were usually agreeable to the coy advances of a star-struck young huntress. Of course, they all also readily agreed to keep their liaisons secret - purely because she didn't want anyone to think she was trying to 'sleep her way to the top' or anything like that, of course!

A dozen or so such hunters, each imagining himself the sole focus of her admiration and abundant sexual energy, managed to keep her from going crazy while she worked her way through the training-syllabus. Few of them had much in the way of imagination when it came to sexual acrobatics, but sheer staying-power and some decent equipment could compensate for a lot. Just a shame she couldn't let them know about each other - they'd have done a much better job keeping her satisfied if she'd been able to take them on three at a time.

Eventually, though, she was certified for solo hunting, and she immediately started snapping up exactly the kind of 'boring' jobs that most of the other young hunters, eager to prove themselves, tended to avoid: Culling the numbers of small-class monsters such as Velociprey and Jaggi, or their various regional variants - or better yet, the simian Blango - and hunting wild herbivores like Burukku, Popo or Anteka for crafting-materials. In the process, she earned herself a reputation as a devoted, hard-working huntress who cared more about getting the job done than any personal glory - which, paradoxically, won her a lot more admiration from the older hunters than the fire-headed young-bloods who so often bit off more than they could chew by trying to take on overly fierce and powerful monsters...

And, of course, she got to have lots and lots of raw, animalistic sex, usually involving a small pack of one critter or another, ensuring enough available dicks to fully satisfy her. She'd just about perfected her aphrodisiac by then, and developed a variety of delivery-methods - launching pellets of it from a safe distance with her bowgun served well for the more ferocious specimens, especially early on when she had less confidence in her own combat-skills or the strength of her armor. But even back then the heavy-duty smoke-grenades, capable of covering a wide area with drugged mist, served her well - especially for seducing larger packs of less-aggressive herbivores.

Getting her first samples of monster lovin', she knew there was no turning back. Getting reamed by a full pack of sturdy Burukku, or passed between the hands of a screeching pack of Blango as they pounded her in every hole - it was far better than anything she'd ever experienced before, and for the first time, she was fully satisfied... at least for short periods of time. She knew she couldn't go back, only forwards - but while she'd usually been able to do those minor hunts in relative privacy, the moment she started looking into hunts involving the more large-scale monsters, she started to see just how hard it'd be to get them to herself.

Even if she managed to dissuade any other hunters who wanted to join in, there was a constant risk of getting spotted by hunters roaming the general area on other missions. She had a number of close shaves, where she found herself forced to thank intruding hunters for 'rescuing' her from a monster that had 'knocked her down' and was trying to 'eat' her. Her modified armor earned its keep, enabling her to quickly and easily cover up the evidence of what had _actually_been going on... but still, it was less than ideal. Encountering Felix helped - she recognized the diminutive Felyne's sadistic inclination almost as soon as she met him, and soon managed to reach a mutually beneficial understanding...

A sudden shift in the pleasure-profile brought her back to the present. The Tzitzi-Ya-Ku had stopped thrusting - he was currently fully embedded in her, his cockhead lodged inside her womb, her cervix stretched open by the ridged neck directly beneath it. However, at the moment, her focus was further down, near her labia, which were currently bulging outwards and stretching even further than before. The sensation was vaguely familiar - she'd encountered monsters with 'knots' at the base of their cocks before, but not often. That, however, seemed to be just what the fat base of the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku's cock was - and so, she found herself groaning with stretching-pains, and wondering if she should've applied a bit of loosening salve to the rest of her pussy after all.

No, she decided - it was better this way, even if the thickness of the knot strained against the very limits of her 'unsalved' cunt. Heck, even if it caused some small tears in the process - those would heal! If she'd used the salve, she'd have been so loose that he wouldn't have been able to genuinely 'tie' with her pussy. As it was, that was just what had happened - his knot was solidly seated now, and there was no way to get it out short of tearing off her labia. She made long, slow breaths as she enjoyed the sensation of fullness - it really had been far too long since she last encountered a knot...

That was when the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku started to move inside her again. Well, part of him moved, anyway. It really should have occurred to her to wonder, if he was partial to an old-fashioned, hip-powered fucking, why did he have all those muscles lining his cock? He'd made no use of the prehensile functionality that seemed built into his equipment... until now. Yes,now she got to feel just what those thick muscle-bands were for. While the bloated base of his cock remained as unmoving as a rock, the muscles lining the shaft began to flex and contract, thickening it noticeably - and pulling the head backwards in the process. Essentially, it was growing shorter, yet fatter.

Then the muscles reversed, and the head plunged forwards again, pushing deeper than ever before, while the shaft behind it became longer and thinner. The stroke was just long enough for the head to be carried out of her womb, leaving just the tip still stretching open her cervix - only to then push even further inside than had been possible before, thrusting deep into the hidden cave. The strokes grew steadily faster as the muscles lining the shaft worked out their kinks and started really flexing - alternately stretching her open with impressive girth, and impaling her with remarkable length. Thanks to this unique biology, he was fucking her womb harshly even as his knot locked him into place.

Filled with the thrill of new experiences, she shuddered her way through three rapid-fire orgasms, each of them threatening to steal her breath away, before (all-too-soon) it was over. This final stage of the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku's mating-ritual seemingly didn't last long, alas - it was merely the final spurt before the finishing-line. In the end, the muscle-bands lining his cock flexed one last time, pushing his cockhead as far forwards as it would go - then it all started pulsating as his churning balls emptied themselves into her well-fucked womb.

The cum that now flooded her pussy was hot, thick and plentiful - if not quite to the same degree as the Kulu-Ya-Ku's. Still enough to fill and stretch her battered womb, ballooning it out as his shaft corked her cervix. She groaned at the sensation - it was still new and unfamiliar, a delicious mix of pleasure, pain, and that special stretching-tension that wasn't quite either. Of course, the training she'd put her womb and cervix through was a bit of a double-edged sword in this regard - the once-tight mouth of her uterus had been worn so loose by now that as the pressure inside rose, cum began to bubble out around the edges, preventing it from reaching the same painful, gut-filling intensity as last time.

When he was done, the two of them rested together for a few minutes, both breathing heavily. Even though he wasn't moving anymore, Miki was still twitching with constantly-flowing pleasure, just from the steady sensations radiating out from her groin - her labia stretched around his knot, her cervix stretched around his shaft, her womb stretched with the sheer quantity of his cum... his clawed hands on her shoulders, holding her down... his greater-than-human weight and mass on her back... there always was a submissive thrill inherent in the experience, and the way his knot locked them together by the genitals only served to further reinforce it. She may have initialized things, but the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku was wholly in control now - and he would use her body as he saw fit, for as long as he desired...

Now, normally, this would be the point where his knot deflated and they pulled apart, the needs of nature met - but of course, the potent aphrodisiac coursing through his veins had a few things to say about that. Even after regaining his breath, his ardor remained undiminished, and his knot remained swollen and hard. After a couple of experimental flexes of his hips, pulling painfully on her already-taut labia, he was forced to conclude that he could not - as his instincts suggested - simply start thrusting again. And after a few minutes of animalistic confusion, his dim mind reached the only available conclusion - prompting him to start working his cock-muscles again.

Once again, the shaft was thickening and thinning, lengthening and shortening, plunging his rough cockhead repeatedly into her by-then rather sore cervix. Naturally, this meant that the dribble of cum that had had so-far been leaking out of her womb turned into a flood, with the pressurized goo escaping in quantity every time his cockhead pulled back - but it didn't get far, instead simply finding itself up against a new blockade: The thick knot that so effectively bound them together. The sensation of the cum that had now soaked through her pussy and surrounded the flexing shaft inside her being squeezed and displaced by the pistoning motion of the monster-cock was yet another new experience she could add to her repertoire.

An experience which was noticeably intensified about ten minutes later, after the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku's drained balls had managed to restock and ready another load. It surged into her still half-full womb, once again providing her with orgasmic pleasure gleaned from the strange feeling of stretched tension - but soon began to leak back out into her pussy proper, around the edges of her increasingly loose and battered cervix. After a somewhat longer resting-period than the first time around, the still-horny Tzitzi-Ya-Ku began to move again, letting his cum flow back to pack itself even thicker around his muscle-bound cock - turning the third round into an exercise in fluid dynamics.

Every movement of his prehensile cock, every thickening or lengthening, displaced cum - pushing it around to fill any empty gaps, sucking it in when a narrowing or shortening created a vacuum... the two cumloads flowed around and around inside her, getting gradually churned into a thick foam. The resulting sensation was both slimy and unfamiliar, causing light stimulation to virtually the entire internal surface of her pussy and womb. Unsurprisingly, this sent her head-over-heels into orgasm after orgasm, gasping and trembling with pleasure - while the gradual conversion of her increasingly-battered cervix into a ring of burning agony only served to add some deliciously masochistic spice to the experience.

And it was just getting started. The muscles lining the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku's cock were far more robust than those that had granted the Kulu-Ya-Ku's rod its incredible flexibility, so they didn't tire out nearly as fast - and with the rest of his body held mostly immobile by the knot so thoroughly locked behind her straining labia, he wasn't using a whole lot of energy overall. It was only a matter of how long his gonads would be able to keep up with the constant labor, and nature tended to overdesign in that particular regard - in terms of survival-of-the-species concerns it was, after all, advantageous if a single male had the capacity to impregnate a dozen females in heat, in rapid succession, should he somehow wind up with such an opportunity.

Enough said, it was certainly fortunate that Miki's preparations in this case had included a thorough layer of the flexibility-inducing salve on the inside of her womb... and on her stomach-skin. It was only thanks to this odd concoction that her abdomen could handle the rapid escalation from zero to third-trimester pregnancy over the course of roughly two hours. With load after load being pumped into her, then churned together with her own vaginal secretions into a thick foam, her entire vaginal cavity was soon filled and beyond filled, stretching in all directions - but mostly outwards. Even the tight seal of the knot wasn't enough to entirely stop the high-pressure jizz inside her from bubbling out around the edges.

In the end, however, even the bulky muscle-bands lining the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku's cock became overworked and started to seize up, reducing his cervix-pounding pace to the occasional shaky poke. His balls, too, wore themselves out, with the last load being decidedly anemic - barely able to squeeze its way into the pressurized environment that his cockhead occupied at the time. After that, there was nothing for him to do but rest heavily on Miki's back, waiting for the drugs to wear off enough for his knot to finally begin deflating - a process that took close to half an hour, and during which Miki managed to reach two more orgasms just from the painful sense of internal pressure and womb-stretching and the sheer sub-thrills of being at the monster's mercy.

She was still very much soaking in those submissive feelings when the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku's knot at last shrunk to the point where it was able to pop free from her overstrained pussy, releasing a tremendous deluge of thick, slimy white foam in its wake. This likely explained why the first thing she did after he'd released her shoulders and taken a shaky step back, pulling the rest of the way out, was to spin around on her knees and dive under his flanks, mouth hungrily open. Her luscious lips scraped off some of the cum-foam that so thoroughly covered his still-hard cock as she took it into her mouth - and beyond, pushing forwards until his cockhead was lodged deep inside her throat where it found not a trace of any gag-reflex.

The Tzitzi-Ya-Ku was somewhat surprised by this, but still too mellow from the drugs to be overly concerned. The aphrodisiac effect was wearing off, true, but it'd be a while yet before his instincts fully reasserted themselves. For the moment, all that really concerned him was his basic needs - and with his knot now finally fully deflated (enabling Miki's lips to slide over it as she deepthroated him), one of those needs was reasserting itself. There was something he hadn't been able to do while his cock was stuck in mating-mode, and by now, he REALLY needed it. And so, with Miki's face nuzzled up so close to his groin that her nose was nearly lodged in the upper folds of his sheath, breathing in its musty scent, he rapidly emptied his bladder.

With his cockhead lodged so far down her gullet, she couldn't taste it - only feel it, as the sour, hot liquid poured directly into her stomach. Considering how far she'd already submersed herself in humiliation and submission, however, that was more than enough to make her eyes roll back in orgasmic pleasure even though nothing was currently touching any of her supposed erogenic zones. One last climax from that mind-blowing session. Dutifully, she maintained her position until he was done, clinging to his scaly thighs, throat blocked by his thick shaft. Only when she felt that the stream had died out did she pull her head back, gasping for air, and even then she only waited for the spots to clear from her vision before diving back in, licking the last few drops from the crevices of his cockhead, eager to at least sample the flavor in some small way.

Still tractable thanks to the drugs, he mostly just stood there, head tiredly swaying as she carefully cleaned his cock, licking off the foamy layer of cum and the piss-stains on the head with equal hunger. She only barely managed to finish before his tool deflated and retracted into his sheath - but, still in a very submissive mindset and eager to properly 'thank' the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku for such a pleasurable time, she didn't stop there. Instead, she moved further forwards, spinning around as she positioned herself underneath his tail - finding there his tiny tailhole.

Nostrils flaring at the musky, masculine scent wafting from the nearby scent-glands, she planted a tender kiss on it... before diving in for a slobbery makeout-session. Running her lips around the scaly edges, plunging her tongue as deep inside as it would go, deliberately producing obscene noises for a nonexistent audience. Knowing that the asshole she was so hungrily eating had never been washed, never been cleaned, only made it feel dirtier and more submissive. Though it wasn't something she did often, this also wasn't the first time she'd rimmed a monster or other wild beast - albeit usually with a bit more care for the condition of the orifice. Coprophilia (nevermind coprophagia) was one of the few sexual kinks that she'd found unappealing - but perhaps for that very reason, she particularly enjoyed the thrill of dancing on the very edges of it. After all, it wasn't really very submissive to just do the things she enjoyed anyway...

Only after spending a good five minutes noisily licking, kissing and tonguing the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku's tailhole did she regretfully pull her head back, breathing heavily. She knew that she'd need to get moving soon if she wanted to be safely away by the time the drugs wore off entirely. And so, with a groan, she stumbled out from underneath her bestial lover and pulled herself unsteadily upright. Her belly was still noticeably distended despite the constant flow of gooey cum oozing from her gaping pussy, and her inner thighs were thoroughly caked with the foamy substance. Her stomach gurgled its familiar filled-with-piss grumbles, and a dark and forbidden flavor was fresh on her lips and tongue. All in all, a highly successful hunt, she thought as she flipped down her armored skirt and headed back towards the campsite where Felix was waiting. Perhaps he'd be able to help her with the tingling that had built in her loins during the rimjob - or the twitching of her neglected asshole. Or both!

The Tzitzi-Ya-Ku proved a hard act to follow. After recovering from that session and taking stock of the additional stretch-marks that now marred her belly, she was all ready and raring to go on the next hunt - but finding another viable subject wasn't as easy as she'd hoped. The Legianna who ruled the local ecosystem - vast, blue-winged Flying Wyverns who wielded icy winds along with razor-sharp talons - were simply too big. The Paolumu seemed promising at first - great, bat-like critters with pure, white fur that looked quite elegant and had a fairly suitable size. Then she saw one fly, and had a laughing-fit. The fancy, white-furred wings were apparently mostly for control - actual vertical movement was accomplished via a gas-sack in the throat. The creature basically turned itself into a living balloon in order to hover around the coral mountains, sucking up microscopic eggs. Much like with the Kulu-Ya-ku, it was simply too silly to be arousing - so unless she lucked out and had a chance encounter with a Paolumu who 'forced the issue' like the Kulu-Ya-Ku had done back in the Wildspire Wastes, that road was closed too...

She was looking into some intriguing traces - large, paw-like tracks, probably from something not native to the region, judging by some of the residue she'd collected from one of them - when her luck took a turn for the better. A sudden change in the weather distracted her from her attempt to follow the paw-prints - clear skies turned stormy in a flash, and the muted roar of remote thunder echoed through the coral corridors. Soon, it didn't sound so remote anymore - the thunderstorm was moving closer, and fast. Lightning flashed white at the horizon, painfully bright. At first, she sought shelter - but as she scanned the storm with her binoculars, she realized that no rain was falling - just thunder and lightning. And some of the lightning had a strangely bluish cast to it...

It took several more minutes before she started to consider an exceptional possibility - which was then confirmed as she caught a glimpse of a fast-moving, blue-white creature, dashing through the storm. It had to be a Kirin! One of the legendary Elder Dragons... and probably the only one small enough for her uses. She'd hunted a couple back home... but never in the way she preferred. Elder Dragons were greatly desired prey, be it for the honor and glory or the rare and powerful materials that could be carved from their carcasses - any time one surfaced, Hunters would flock from miles around to get a shot at it. Getting any kind of alone-time with one had never been a realistic possibility.

At least, not at home. Here, though... she was a long way from Astera by now. Observes from the Third Fleet's floating base would probably spot the storm soon and relay word back to HQ, bringing a merry band of glory-hungry hunters down on the Kirin - but that would take time, and quite a bit of it. Until then, she had a real chance to catch it alone, and if she was lucky, it'd be a male... heck, she hardly even cared. It was an ELDER DRAGON! If it turned out to be female, she'd happily spend the next few hours tiring our her tongue in its pussy and asshole. Well, assuming of course that her aphrodisiac proved _effective_against an Elder Dragon. She'd never had the chance to find out before, and Elder Dragons were notorious for shrugging off any attempt to sedate them for capture.

Well, that was a risk she was willing to take - and she had no time to waste. Scampering up vine-choked walls, dashing across bone-white coral plateaus, swinging across gaps with her grapnel-launcher, she pursued the Kirin, which fortunately didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. Indeed, the great beast was walking across the Coral Highlands at a stately pace, unconcerned and unafraid, while the native lifeforms scattered before it or hid in whatever dens or hidey-holes they could find, awaiting its passing. The breath caught in her throat when she finally got a good look at it - a towering, horse-like creature, its hide covered in fine, smooth scales rather than hair, but sporting tufts of blue-white fur around the hocks and along the lower jaw... along with a magnificent mane and tail. All crackling with the electric potency of a mighty storm.

She was reminded, rather forcibly, of the Tobi-Kadachi... but truly, it was the difference between a lit match and a volcano. The Kirin was a force of nature, a thunderstorm embodied. The great, azure horn that crowned the Kirin's head was practically glowing with raw, electric force. It was enough to give her pause, despite her overflowing horniness. The Tobi-Kadachi had left his mark on her body... the Kirin could very well kill her even if the aphrodisiac worked as intended. She had to take precautions... but for all her pharmaceutical wizardry, there were limits to her capabilities. In particular, the various medical creations she cooked up didn't always interact smoothly with one another - much like the way the basic healing-salve swiftly neutralized the effects of her loosening-salve.

In other words, if she wanted to insulate herself against the Kirin's thunderous potential, she'd have to give up something else. With an assessing glance at the monster, she made up her mind. It wasn't very big... indeed, it wasn't just small 'for an Elder Dragon', it was pretty small for a monster in general. Standing up straight, she'd be eye-level with its back. So, she made her preparations - applying an insulating, electricity-proof salve to her pussy and ass, and indeed the entirety of her buttocks, upper thighs and groin. Every bit of exposed skin got a coating. Her armor was reasonably electricity-resistant too, fortunately - and a good thing too, seeing as she didn't have the time to return to camp for a change of clothes.

Then, there was nothing else to do but to swing in close to the Kirin, smoke-grenades at the ready. The majestic creature glared haughtily at her as she landed before it, clearly not considering her a threat. When she let fly with the aphrodisiac-laced grenades, however, it reared up and whinnied angrily, hooves pawing at the pink mist - and giving her a good look at its underside. The bulge between the hind-legs told her that it was, indeed, a 'he'... and the size of it made her heart beat faster and the breath catch in her throat. She hadn't been able to apply her loosening-salve this time - it would have interfered with the antistatic salve, rendering both of them largely ineffective. She was mostly just gambling on her well-trained holes being able to handle whatever the Kirin was packing without pharmaceutical assistance - a bet that was looking increasingly risky at this point.

But she wasn't about to back out, oh no... especially not once the Kirin's hooves smashed down in front of her, striking sparks off the ground, and she found herself looking up into his inhuman eyes - seeing a strong spark of intelligence, dulled by an overwhelming hunger she was intimately familiar with. Clearly, her aphrodisiac was working. Even if he had greater resistance than most monsters, his low body-mass worked to her advantage there, and she'd dropped two of her strongest smoke-bombs right on him. It was hard to gauge exactly, but he'd probably absorbed a very high dose.

He was too tall for her to simply get down on her hands and knees as usual, and in her hurry, she hadn't thought to pick out an ambush-spot with a suitably-high rock-shelf she could get up on, like she'd done with the Barroth. A desperate scan of the area let her pick out an alternative, however, and she hurried to seize it before the Kirin lost interest in her and dashed off in search of a female of his own kind. A large, smooth conch-shell was attached to the coral bedrock nearby, and it was just the right height - she draped herself over it lengthwise, skirt flipped up as usual, legs straight to proudly show off her thick ass and well-lubricated holes.

She didn't have a chance to reach back and spread the orifice of her choice for easier viewing, let alone any hope of 'guiding' the mighty Kirin in any way. As soon as she was bent over, he was on her in a literal flash, the claw-like hooves on his forelegs striking sparks as they smashed into the coral outcropping the conch-shell was rooted to. His scaly belly pushed against her back, and she could feel his arousal even through her armor - the working of his great lungs, the rapid beating of his heart... as if the thick meat-log batting against her rear wasn't evidence enough. It was thick, dangerously thick, close to the same girth as the Apceros. Fist-thick, even at the thinnest point of the shaft, and the head - hardly tapered at all, but more like a flat, slanted surface - was wider yet. Longer than her forearm, too. Assuming she managed it, it'd be the biggest thing she'd ever taken without the aid of her loosening salve.

His first thrust went between her thighs, grinding teasingly against her throbbing pussy as it slid between her smooth abdomen and the conch-shell beneath. Her bundled-up armor-skirt prevented it from going any further - otherwise, it would have easily reached her belly-button and beyond. She groaned with frustrated desire - by any rights, she should be worried about whether her body would be able to handle what was about to be done to it, but instead, she simply couldn't wait to get started. She could make preparations and take precautions beforehand, but once things got moving, she just didn't have it in her to care about health, safety or welfare. She only cared about feeding her addiction to sexual pleasure and pain.

Above her, the Kirin snorted in similar frustration and pulled back, adjusting his angle with a delicacy that suggested more intellect than instinct. She felt the broad, slanted head push against her labia, trying to get in - struggling despite the amble lubrication, threatening to slide back or forth instead of in. However, with careful hip-control, the Kirin forced his cockhead inwards, making her slick labia cave in around the bulbous head... more and more... stretching and deforming the surroundings of the normally-capacious hole painfully. The first flutters of a masochistic orgasm were already assembling in her gut when at last, his cockhead popped inside, allowing her tormented labia to snap back into shape - albeit tautly-stretched and deformed by the thick shaft now lodged solidly between them.

She was already cumming as he pushed deeper inside her, cumming from the pleasure of the penetration and the pain of the overwhelming stretching. Her abdomen felt more full than when the Tobi-Kadachi had lodged his double-dicks in both her pussy and her ass at the same time - her body was stretched to the limit, making scars both old and new ache inside her. She could feel that her taint - the thin tissue between her pussy and her ass - was on the verge of tearing, as it had once before. But that was many years ago. Indeed, it occurred to her that due to her regular use of the loosening-salve, it had been a very long time since she'd last tested the true, unenhanced limits of her body. Last time she'd tried to take something of this size, it had been more than she could manage, and she'd suffered the consequences. This time... she was managing, just barely. Her body was holding together, her pussy stretching enough to accommodate the imposing member, even as it painfully informed her that there was very little left to give.

Thanks to that tautness, it was also giving her very detailed information about the texture of the Kirin's massive cock. At a glance, it had looked like nothing more or less than a long, smooth, straight rod - not that different from what the Apceros had been packing. A cock that was all about sheer size, with no frills, no bells or whistles. Now that it was actually inside her, though, she found that it had a great deal more texture than first assumed - starting with a web of throbbing veins covering its entire surface. The biggest of the veins was, of course, the one that ran down the length of the shaft's underside, which seemed to be covered by a line of thin, subtle scales for protection - nonetheless creating a fierce, edgy texture compared to the smoothness of the rest of the surface. Finally, right near her labia, she could feel his radial ring - an edge of thicker skin that showcased how deeply he'd be able to penetrate a Kirin mare. Much like with the Barroth before him, her smaller body and more curvy body-shape meant that he could go deeper... though, due to other limitations, not by very much. Just enough that the radial ring and the coarse skin beneath it were able to add more stimulation to the first inch or so of her overstuffed cunt.

That 'other limitation' was, of course, her womb. Even if she'd been able to apply loosening-salve to her cervix, there was no way it would've been able to stretch far enough to accommodate something so immense. Not even if she'd had another year to train. Instead, the blunt head could only mash up against her already-bruised cervix, pushing her womb deeper inside her, stretching her pussy lengthwise as well as in circumference. Still, she could already tell that she'd made the right choice in coating herself with the electricity-resistant balm instead. Even now, as the Kirin tested the limits of his 'mare', having not even really started to thrust yet, there was a tingling sensation inside her. Despite the balm, the vast, thunderous power that coursed through his entire body at all times could be felt. As the first orgasm faded, she found herself shaking with dark anticipation of what it would be like when he unleashed his thunder fully...

Then he started to pound her. Compared to some of her past lovers, he didn't have all that much body-mass - indeed, he probably weighed in at barely less than a ton, which was rather low for a bonafide monster. She wouldn't have guessed this from the weight of the thrusts that now poured into her overstretched pussy, though. His haunches and hind-legs were extraordinarily powerful, and with his rear claw-hooves biting into the coral surface below for purchase, he could put all that strength into fucking the shit out of her. Even the incredible tightness and resulting friction didn't slow him down - she could feel her labia follow his shaft out as he pulled back, relinquishing their grip only reluctantly... only to once again cave in under his powerful forwards thrusts.

If nothing else, this was making it abundantly clear why her body had originally been designed with the womb perpendicular to the line of her birth-canal - had it still been where nature intended, the Kirin's rampaging rod would have torn past it, the edge of its wide, flat cockhead rubbing across the cervix before terminating in a wall of solidly-built, bone-backed tissue. Now, instead, thanks to the changes wrought on her body by the Kulu-Ya-Ku back in the Wildspire Wastes, each of those bone-shaking blows ended with his hard tip smashing directly into her cervix, sending shockwaves of raw force up through the womb itself. The feeling was rather similar to getting a solid punch in the gut for every thrust.

In other words, a new experience - one that perfectly combined straight-up pleasure with the darker, masochistic flavor she equally enjoyed. Back in her younger days, when she'd been experimenting with her new-found masochism and exploring its limits, she'd found an ally in a small but brutal street-gang active in her home city. At one point, she'd found herself hanging from the ceiling of their 'base' by her wrists for two hours, legs spreadeagled and ankles tied to the ends of a broomstick, while she was relentlessly brutalized - blows hammering into her stomach until she threw up while repeated, stinging slaps sending her tits swaying, and a seemingly-endless series of kicks and knees turned her pussy into a swollen, bruised mess of dark-purple meat. She'd managed to cum several times from being essentially treated as a punching-bag. The gang-bangers were frankly mystified, but in return for regular rounds of blowjobs, they were perfectly happy to assist her in her experiments... ah, good times!

Enough said, the Kirin's tender treatment of her insides was just another source of pleasure for her - and the orgasms were coming thick and hard. Again and again, she moaned and cried as climactic ecstasy shook her body, while the Kirin simply continued to pound her with dogged determination. Even moreso than the Barroth, Elder Dragons like the Kirin were short on predators - indeed, until the recent discovery of the Nergigante, it was thought that they had none save sufficiently skilled and well-equipped Hunters. As such, there was little evolutionary pressure pushing him to get it over with quickly - giving him the leisure to fuck her ceaselessly for nearly half an hour before finally reaching his own first orgasm.

Deep inside her, she felt his thrusting cock stop in its tracks, fully embedded - and then, his already-large cockhead began to flare, pushing its ridged edges outwards to become a solid wall right in front of her battered womb. The already overstrained tissue shrieked in protest as it was stretched even further, but it held without tearing - just barely. Then, it began to flow - his cum, and his electric power. Much like the Tobi-Kadachi, he could not hold it back while his body strained and shook with orgasmic pleasure - nor was there any reason to, since a female of his own species would simply have absorbed the electric charge as an added gift. Miki was most certainly not a Kirin mare, however - for all that she was currently acting as one.

She barely noticed the normally-enjoyable sensation of having her womb filled and stretched by a deluge of thick, hot sperm - indeed, with the flared head acting as an effective cork, it was filling her very efficiently indeed. She was too busy convulsing in electric agony as energy equivalent to a thunderbolt was unleashed directly into her cunt. Hissing, bright-blue sparks danced down the length of the Kirin's cock, stabbing into the overstimulated tissue that surrounded it. It was everything the Tobi-Kadachi's electric orgasm had been, only miles stronger in spite of all the anti-conductive gel coating her insides could do.

A thick cloud of greasy steam was rising from her pussy as her free-flowing juices were superheated and sublimated by the vast electrical energy flowing through them - adding a scorching heat to the electric torture, and simultaneously causing severe stretching-pains as pockets of expanding gas pushed against the already-taut internal tissue. As before, much of the electrical energy jumped down to the highly-conductive liquid that filled her bladder, causing it to be rapidly ejected as her whole body seized up. From there, the charge that hadn't been carried out by the splattering stream of piss emerging from her spasming urethra dissipated downwards - into her clit, striking both the external and internal portions of the sensitive little organ.

She had once found herself sitting on a wooden horse, hands tied behind her back and heavy weights attached to her ankles, while a sweaty, naked man pounded a nail all the way through her clit and into the surface below - not stopping until the nail was fully embedded, its flat, metallic head squeezing her tortured clit flat against the splintery top of the wooden horse. Even that pain hadn't been this intense. It had pushed the limits of her masochism, finally showing her a level of pain she could not, in honesty, call pleasurable - but she'd come through it with her eyes open and a few orgasms to show for it besides. She hadn't passed out. Now, she did. Flopping like a landed fish, Miki let her head drop to the smooth, cool surface of the conch-shell beneath her, feeling the darkness sweep over her on the wings of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

She wasn't sure exactly how long she was unconscious - not for terribly long, most likely. What awakened her, though, was a somewhat familiar sensation - that of her well-lubricated asshole being stretched open by something thick, hot and hard. She lifted her head from the conch-shell with a gasp as she felt the sheer girth of the intruder, straining against the sinew of her intestines as it had previously strained against the walls of her pussy. There was no doubt that while she was unconscious, the Kirin had finished emptying his balls into her straining womb, pulled out, realigned himself with her puckered sphincter, and forced his thick, flat cockhead through it. She'd never before known any beast or monster to be capable of such a feat unassisted - the fact that the Kirin was, and indeed had done just that, certainly proved that the glimmer of intelligence she'd seen in his eyes hadn't been her imagination.

She had little time to worry about such things, however, as the gut-stretching pole pushed deeper and deeper... and deeper... and deeper. Here was a cock that could most certainly take full advantage of her straightened-out rectum. The radial ring squeezed past her sphincter and kept going, and she found herself out of breath as she felt his shaft grow even thicker behind it - not to mention rougher. A LOT rougher. The scales that covered most of the Kirin's body seemed extremely fine and smooth at first glance - indeed, the unobservant might not even realize that his hide was anything but contiguous. However, since the shaft beyond the radial ring wasn't supposed to actually go into the mare, those protective scales covered that too, and she could feel every last one of them.

Finally, she felt something else, too - a pair of smooth, fist-sized orbs resting against her still-gaping, jizz-oozing pussy. The Kirin whinnied above her, clearly enjoy the sensation of having bottomed out like that, forcing his cock into her ass right to the root. His cockhead was nudging against the sharp U-bend at the very depths of her rectum, where the tissue had been hardened and desensitized by past practice and experiments. The sensation of overwhelming fullness, of penetration bordering on impalement, made her gasp - but there were other reasons for her increasingly heavy breathing. With such a huge log lodged so deeply within her, her abdominal muscles couldn't work as smoothly as they normally did, making it harder for her lungs to function... not a sensation she was entirely unfamiliar with, but there was a world of difference between feeling that way due to walking around with a huge dildo filling her ass, kept in place by a sturdy leather harness, and feeling it due to a colossal, equine cock whose owner clearly intended to fuck her brains out regardless of her own feelings on the matter.

And fuck her he did. His powerful, flexible hindquarters allowed for an impressive stroke-length, letting him pull out nearly to the radial ring every time, before hammering the whole thing back inside her with violent force. Every last thrust saw his balls slap up against her pussy and his cockhead hit the depths of her ass with enough force to send a shockwave up through the rest of her body. The overwhelming pleasure and pain, combined with the slowly-growing oxygen-deprivation as she continued to pant and gasp for breath, merged to create a growing feeling of fuzzy vagueness... but in the end, this only allowed her to submerge herself in the sensation all the easier. She was no stranger to the erotic impact of asphyxiation, though it wasn't something she practiced on the regular - more due to the risks involved than anything else.

As the Kirin reamed her with seemingly-inexhaustible stamina, his hefty, fist-sized balls clearly working hard to build up a new load after emptying themselves just a short while ago, her mind reached a place beyond the orgasmic. There were no more peaks or valleys, just a constant, ecstatic high that fully satisfied her unnatural, ever-surging desires. While she clung to the conch-shell, desperately panting for breath as her body was brutalized by an arm-sized monster-cock, a constant, broad smile curved her lips, and her eyes stared blindly into the distance. She had lost all sense of time and self, existing in a zenlike state without thought or desire.

As such, she could not say how long it lasted. An eternity or a handful of minutes... it was all the same to her. But eventually, the Kirin managed to build up a fresh cumload - and ended her ecstasy with a thunderous orgasm. Hot cum surged into her ass, pushing around the sharp curve that stopped his hard cock from going any further, boiling deeper into her intestines. At the same time, a lightning-bolt's worth of electricity wound its way down his shaft and grounded itself out in the surrounding tissue. The oily ass-slime that coated her insides was a poor conductor, but with so much voltage tearing through the area, that didn't matter - winding sparks of blue energy tore through every drop, turning amperage into heat and creating thousands of pockets of hot, greasy gas deep inside her. It soon started to escape around the edges of her tautly-stretched sphincter, creating a cloud of dark, foul-smelling smoke there.

There were fewer sensitive bits nearby than there had been when the Kirin unleashed his thunderous might in her pussy. Of course, some sparks managed to leap through her still-gaping pussy to strike at her bladder and clit, like before, but nowhere near as many. More of the charge coursed forwards through her body, blunted by the anticonductive gel coating the insides of her ass, but still potent. Her stomach, lungs and heart jumped and spasmed, but ultimately continued to function normally after a brief pause that made her empty-eyed stare momentarily darken. Mostly, though, the charge just tore up and down the length of the Kirin's thick shaft, stabbing at the sensitive tissue surrounding it. In a sense, it was almost worse than the previous round, since there was no overwhelming surge of sensation from her lightning-struck clit to help her black out. She was awake for it all, torn down from her plateau of ecstasy to writhe in agony instead - her ass impaled on a thunderbolt. The only reason she didn't scream was that her jaw-muscles had seized up, snapping her mouth shut.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of short, sharp thrusting, the Kirin's orgasm ended - his balls having been thoroughly emptied into her now cum-packed ass. Snorting, the Kirin rested heavily on Miki's back as he cooled down, the flickering sparks that normally jumped constantly through his mane and beard dying down noticeably. The aphrodisiacs were already starting to wear off - his Elder Dragon blood made narcotics of every stripe far less effective than they normally would be, and Miki's personal mix was no exception. He remained in his current position as his cock slowly began to soften, casually relieving himself while he waited for the fog to clear completely from his mind - adding a large bladderful of Kirin-piss to the load of thick cum already filling the shuddering girl's intestines.

Then he simply backed up and jumped down, his soiled cock gradually retreating into his sheath as he wandered off without a second look back at Miki, or the line of foul-smelling steam that was rising from her groin. She was still clinging to the conch-shell, muscles vibrating with residual tension, but not for long - as the sensations that had been radiating out from her overstuffed anus faded, her grip on consciousness faded with it. With a groan, she collapsed back into unconsciousness with the slimy sound of cum and piss leaking noisily from her gaping asshole ringing in her ears.

She woke up much later, back at camp. Felix had apparently been keeping a fairly close eye on her - once the Kirin was a safe distance away, he'd moved in to check on her. Concluding that she was in no shape to return to camp in her present condition, he'd called in a Palico Rescue-Squad and hurriedly tidied her up, concealing the evidence of exactly _how_the Kirin had battered her so. The PRS were fast responders, and she was soon carted back to the nearest base-camp - not the first time she'd caught a ride on what the hunters had nicknamed the 'Kitty-Cart', but it had been a while since last time. Anyone unlucky enough to come out second-best in a fight with a monster but lucky enough to survive - be it because the monster lost interest, or because it was distracted by another hunter or Palico - would find themselves taking that particular trip.

Even so, it took days before she was fully recovered - and 'fully' wasn't entirely accurate even then. The Kirin had done a lot of damage to her orifices, or rather his electric powers had - his size, by itself, she'd handled like a champ. Despite everything both conventional medical science and her own proprietary blends could do, the damage was significant. It was the heat, in particular, that had done a number on her. The pain of the direct electric impact had prevented her from really noticing it during the process, but while the salve she'd applied in advance had protected her at least somewhat_from that - enough that she'd _survived, anyway - it hadn't offered any particular protection from the consequences of having some of her bodily fluids heated into steam while inside her.

Essentially, her pussy and ass alike looked like someone had thrust a red-hot iron rod up there - they were positively covered in burns. Of course, burns were an occupational hazard for hunters, with so many fire-breathing monsters around everywhere, from the common Rathalos to mighty Teostra - so effective curatives had long-since been developed in order to treat them... though, of course, they hadn't exactly been designed to treat severe burns in such sensitive, intimate regions. They worked miracles, but nonetheless, consequences remained - far more severe ones than any of her previous sexual misadventures.

Though the tissue-damage had been healed, the nerve- and muscle-damage remained partially fixed at best. Both orifices had become desensitized - she could still feel inside them, but the sensation had been numbed. She needed more and stronger stimulation in order to reach the same level of sensation. The muscle-damage was even more severe - both holes now gaped permanently, incapable of pulling themselves together properly. She'd have to wear a large, semi-permanent butt-plug from now on just to prevent her ass from dripping slime and shit everywhere. Finally, the electric shocks seemed to have caused some sort of hard-to-nail-down damage to her clit - it had become permanently engorged and hypersensitive, unable to retreat back under its hood. It now stood proudly erect at the top of her gaping cunt, sending shocks of raw pleasure and pain through her every time it was caressed by a passing breeze or came into contact with her armored skirt. A silver lining if ever there was one!

All in all, she figured she'd better steer clear of Kirin in the future... but at the same time, she couldn't honestly say that she wouldn't have done it in the first place if she'd known what the price would be. It had been a transcendental experience, one that pushed limits she'd never known existed. On top of that, the final outcome had left her with some fairly good evidence suggesting that Felix really did care about her, in some strange way - beyond just being an obedient sex-toy for him to kick around. That was pleasant enough to know, even if she didn't quite feel the same way, and she eagerly put her mouth and urethra (the only mostly-intact orifice she had left) at his disposal during her convalescence.

Of course, with his barbed cockhead scratching up her urethra on the regular, it was an open question how long it'd take before her peehole gaped just as freely (and just as permanently) as the two orifices beneath it. The thought of it failed to fill her with apprehension - if anything, it made her horny. (Then again, most things did.) Her only real regret from this whole affair was the nerve-damage and resulting desensitization. Permanently gaping holes suited her just fine - it just meant less need for prep-time, and an easier time accommodating larger cocks.

Regardless, she was finally starting to get her feet back under her, and that meant it was time to move on - this time more than ever. Despite her resolution, she feared that if she happened to spot another Kirin, her resolve would waver - better to remove herself from temptation. And besides, there was another region not far away... recently discovered and apparently filled with particularly nasty and aggressive monsters. Very promising, even if the name of 'The Rotten Vale' sounded fairly unpleasant. Perhaps she'd best mix up a batch of her acid-proof salve before heading there...

_ To Be Continued... _