Emerald Maiden Chapter 12: Her Hiding Place
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Path of the Emerald Maiden is a coming-of-age adventure story with mild horror elements and, due to its nature, contains violent (and occasionally gory) scenes. This erotica seeks to tell a story first and excite in the other way second. You could read the entire thing and enjoy it without even being into the content depicted.
All of the violence depicted within the book is for story purposes only and exists independent of sex scenes, though they may be next to them. You can expect scenes of giant alien-on-person sex, said giant alien harming people, and acts of depravity such as torturous murder. The story is ultimately about the protagonist’s struggle to accept her new life and her journey in the doing, along with the changes that occur within her.
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This chapter contains the first true sex scene of the story. Every sex scene is radically different though within the same general bounds of the story, and this is also the only one which is F/F. Every other scene is M/F.
Kinverse: Volume One
PATH OF THE EMERALD MAIDEN
A naive young monster's tale by Moros, aka KinverseWriter
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Description:
A young woman from a pre-neolithic society is accidentally whisked away to another world entirely during a raid on a research lab run by alien invaders. Stranded with no friends, badly injured, and no idea where home even is, she's forced to live off the land and learn how to survive in this strange and hostile world.
There's only one slight problem, though.
She's not trapped in this world with them. They're trapped in this world with her.
Categories:
Adventure, Coming-of-Age, Isekai, Erotica.
Disclaimers:
This story contains sexual elements and disturbing themes. The contents aren't purely intended to be pornographic, but some scenes objectively are. This is about a giant monster that eats people, so reader discretion is advised. This story contains vorarephilic themes.
This story will have a very slow and intermittent pace to begin with. True stakes don't really show up until halfway through, though the build-up is always there in the background. This is ultimately not a story of grand adventure and defeating one's enemies to rise to the top, it is the tale of a lost and naive young woman growing as a person and learning new things. It is a personal one concerning her, and thus this story will be told in present-tense first-person.
Chapter 12: Her Hiding Place (XV)
A/N:
Things get weird in this chapter. Each of the story's arcs will have different themes, and this one's theme is quite obvious: being a monster in the forest. This chapter lays the groundwork for the next arc's theme, which will be interactions and introductions with humanity.
This chapter is in fact actually entirely optional despite being the end of the arc. It is also a chapter that can easily be accused of being 'fetish fuel.' I don't disagree, but I feel that I have standards. As mentioned prior, you are able to skip content-warning chapters for recaps in the next one.
This is a sex scene. It's not drawn out, it's to the point, which is my stance on the erotic elements within the story. No purple prose or 10k word fuckings.
Finally, her trail leads me to the mouth of a cave. From within I can hear muttered harsh vocalizations and a scraping noise. Just as I enter, thunder booms overhead and rain patters on my back, bringing the predicted downpour.
The noise of it shocks her from her work and brings her attention to the mouth. Spotting me, she recoils back, screaming and babbling before curling up against the cold wall of the cave, burying her face in her hands.
The entrance has a clear view out over this valley but is rather thin. Even if she made a break for it and could somehow get past me she simply wouldn't have enough space to do so. She's not really in a state to try anyway, quivering as she is.
I step forward victoriously and take in the sight of her and what she was working on. In the middle of the shallow cave is a bundle of sticks with a few cast-off rocks she must have been scraping and banging together for some inane reason. Whatever it was, she didn't have much success.
She's currently bundled up in her lover's covering, yet more tears erupting from her eyes. The scent of her fear has exploded through the cavern's enclosed space just as it did in the tent. If I were a male, this would have begun to physically awaken me, but as it is I am merely excited and anticipatory for other reasons.
There's no need to rush this; I have all the time in the world. Slipping my bag off, slowly I approach her and sit before putting one foreclaw to her shoulder. She is mine now. She knows it. And I will use her one last time to learn more.
My touch sends more jolts of fear through her, but gradually as I do not act, she raises her head from her arms to face me. My visage once more stuns her before she begins to vocalize in her strange musical tongue, though with difficulty.
“[Why? Why?]" she sobs you. “[Y-you fucking monster… what do you want?!]"
I can't understand a word of it. She's sobbing, her despondent courage allowing her to shout at me. She attempts to shy away from my claws but I hold her still, only gently so as not to draw any blood.
Her bottom half is still bare from her interrupted afterglow. I move my face down to get a better look at my tall intruder counterpart.
Unlike a male Kin's penis, her mate's was attached right to the outside like its nose, simply protruding out. At least the wolves had some form of protection for theirs; male Kins' are internal until aroused by the scent of an amorous female or her intentional rubbing.
I can't get the best of looks past her clenched knees so with my unoccupied foreclaw I reach down and part them. Her opening as well is similarly different from mine. Rather than pressed closed by muscular action, hers is merely hidden behind some folds and a set of lips. The skin around the area is oddly bereft of hair unlike the male's pubic region. Yet more dimorphism?
Gasping in shock at my touch once more and confused by my actions she shies away again but cannot, both due to my hold on her shoulder and the fact that she's against a wall. Time to get adventurous.
Maintaining my dichotomic gentleness compared to how I treated her mate I carefully lean down between her legs with my head, making sure to close my night-eyes to protect them in case there's a bit more fight in her. Taking my claw from where I've pulled back her knee I bring it down further to part her again with two digits--this time her folds--eliciting yet another gasp but for a different reason this time.
Whereas mine tapers in slightly when engorged like a cone of pleasure, hers is just that: a hole. At the top is a nub, a foreign piece. What purpose does it serve? As I shift my claws carefully to hold her open with another digit instead, I lower my palm and rub the tip of my finger against it, exploring.
She gasps yet again, pointing to a trend, and opens her eyes once more to stare down at me. I return her gaze.
“[What are you doing? Stop that! That's… stop that!]" she obstinately complains.
I can very slightly smell her actual arousal now, but the undercurrent of fear is still there.
Maintaining eye contact, I commence my experiments. Extending my tongue out I taste the nub and her folds, just as her mate had the night I spied on them. Gently I extend it within. Her hole is smaller than mine and tastes of an odd mix of salty, sweet, and a very faint metallic taste akin to that of blood. I could try this with myself later if my neck continues its growth spurt… but certainly not today. I definitely won't be able to reach later today.
Moaning, she leans her head back just as she had when the male had done it. Her arousal is rising and her fear, dropping. Slowly I extend my tongue in and out, shlapping at her. Her hands find the back of my head, feeling my burn-roughened scalp plate. Pleasured, she moans out a more specific vocalization that I still can't understand.
“[This isn't real. This is all a fever dream. Ohhh...]" she moans out. “[This is crazy, I drank too much…]"
Shlap. Shlp. Shlap.
What the fuck is going on.
What the fuck is going on. Mind clouded by pleasure, the horrors of the past few days are lost and forgotten, melting away under the tongue of the monster.
“This isn't real. This is all a fever dream. Ohh..."
I'm sleeping. Spencer is fine. I passed out after we fucked. This is the weirdest and most fucked up wet dream I've ever had, but I think it might be a lucid one.
“This is crazy. I drank too much…"
As I'd tried to make a fire, the monster had appeared at the mouth of the cave. I thought I was next to be hauled off--just like Spencer--but instead it came to me and did… this.
Ohhhhhhhh. This.
Her groin is gorging with blood just as mine would, her mound rising slightly. This is why we refer to our cycle as a heat cycle, after all--the blood makes us hot and bothered.
Eventually her moans grow in intensity, fear almost totally gone. Perhaps she has accepted her situation? Bending over she's hugging herself to my hard head, bare alien breasts filling my vision; my head is likely a lot more comfortable than the cold rocky wall. Definitely accepting her situation.
Not out of cornered violence but instead instinctively tightening muscles her knees are pressed to the sides of my neck, and eventually she climaxes, moaning one final time before falling back. As she does she recoils from the hard stone, lustingly hugging my neck once more. I pull back, and she disappointedly grabs for me. I oblige, pulling her into a hug against my hard but warm chest, revising my last moment with her in the created-nest.
Breathing hard, she seems quite out of it indeed, lovingly grasping at me--almost as if she's growing affectionate towards me. Would she return the favor, I wonder?
Slowly I lean back, pulling her with me. Now on my back she leans over me as I hug her to my warm body, neck curved down to stare at her. Laying in the afterglow of her experience, she seems content to use my body heat as the air cools further with the rains outside, thunder occasionally rumbling. I may be covered in hard armor, but it is warm and the plates have a bit of give to them, especially on my belly.
After a while she regains her energy and looks up at me, smiling. At first she rises from me which I loosen my grip and allow her to do, but after kneeling between my legs she changes her mind, instead standing slowly and walking to my side.
Interesting. Let's see where this goes.
Smiling down at me, she puts a hand to my jaw plate before speaking. “[Hello fever dream monster. We're going to have a bit of fun.]" Uncomprehendingly I lower my jaw slightly and part my lips in a grin of my own to reflect hers. She seems quite passive; is grinning a sign of affection and happiness in her people too?
With her piece said--whatever it is--she turns and climbs upon me again, this time reversed, straddling me. I rear my head back a bit to make room and observe her strange actions. Hugging herself to me and savoring the warmth, after a period she leans forward and slides her hips back towards my neck, bending down to my own hole.
I'm definitely feeling more lucid now. Time to try things my way. Pulling back, I can tell she's a her, and I want to return the favor. Before I can get to work, the cold floor reminds me of my surroundings. It's not the Empress Hotel but I'll make do. This does give me an idea...
I approach and put my hand to her odd face. “Hello fever dream monster. We're going to have a bit of fun." Walking around and straddling her, I take in her warmth on my leaking sex and unstable legs.
Eventually, I lean down to begin, eyeing her own vagina. It's a strange and alien piece, a simple slit pressed closed and surrounded by smaller scales. Reaching a hand forward I test it and attempt to pull it back a bit. Her muscles resist at first but slowly they deign to open.
What is revealed to me is a hole with no clitoris; one simply tapering inward from where her scales terminate in favor of meat, giving the appearance of a fleshy sock with its hem only slightly flipped out. Sinking a single finger within I can tell it's tight and virginal despite its size--and thus, uncontested. Let's change that.
Leaning down yet further and pressing my buttocks back, I'm now hugging her, face pressed down to my dreamlike lover's snatch.
I haven't been with a girl since early college.
As I do so I can hear a slight huffing behind me from her, hot breath warming me before she catches on and a reciprocating tongue reaches out to me again. Ohhhhh.
Suppressing another moan, I simply exhale and get to work, lowering my tongue to her soft exposed flesh.
It's a strange sensation, what my brain has concocted. In a human woman the skin around the opening is just as much a part of it, but she is wide open like this, only flesh and scale. Her alien meat tastes just like any other woman though. From her throat erupts a purring, slightly vibrating her tongue against me.
After a cursory examination and probing she begins her part, and I, mine. Craning my neck down I sniff at her sex once more before opening my mouth and beginning to take long, slow, and sensual licks at her, earning a muffled moan in response as her feeble and short tongue attempts to match my earlier acts. I'll show her what I can do.
Retracting my teeth and opening my maw, I shift my triangular head forward and slot it into the V of her legs before lightly gumming down on her. Slowly, I lick along the front of her smooth groin and up to her hole before sliding my own tongue in, filling her almost to the end. With my dominance asserted over her in all things, she can only moan, ceasing her half of our fun.
Slowly I begin to pump in and out, tonguefucking her. It's a good thing tall intruders lack tails or this wouldn't have worked… at least, not without partially swallowing said tail.
My dream beast pulls back, but not for long--suddenly the temperature around my groin rises and I feel a strand of saliva break upon my labia before she gently bites, licks, and inserts most of her tongue within me.
Holy fucking shit.
Shlk, shlk, shlk, shlk, shlk...
HoLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS THE BEST DREAM EVER.
“Ah..." I exhale as her tongue taps my cervix. That fucking hurt. I pull away a little despite resistance and she seems to get the memo.
After getting used to feeling full in a way Spencer would never be able to fulfill, I once more return my tongue to its duties, suddenly feeling wholly inadequate. I don't want this dream to end. I don't want to wake up. I want to sit in this cave forever. I'll wake up come morning, back to Spencer, back to mundanity. I want to remember this but life would be worse for it.
Hot air expelling over my rear, my lover breathes harder as we both work, until eventually she climaxes with a satisfied exhale, hindclaws clenching in the corner of my eyes, alien hands around my back and belly clutching me to her own front.
Slowly, her pumping stops, and she pulls her head back. I come up and look back to see what the matter is. She's staring right at me, that same hungry stare she gave me and Spencer earlier in the dream, but with something more this time.
She reaches for my ankles straddling her neck.
Aw. I wasn't done...
Nostrils flaring, I release.
“Haaaaaghff..."
My first climax with the aid of another. This has wildly exceeded my expectations. But I think that it's time to move on to the main attraction for the day though. As she turns to face me, confused and unfinished herself, I know what to do next. Grabbing her legs, I bring them together in front of my face, neck craned. Slowly gaping my mouth and beginning the process to unlock my jaw, I clamp down on her feet, bringing her toes to my throat and gently pulling her towards me. She seems confused, but isn't putting up any fight.
Come out from the cold, my prey. I shall be your sleeping bag now.
Slowly sucking her in, she moves one hand down to her sex to try to finish the job. Yessss. Submit to me.
Glk. Glk. Glk.
Here we go. As I consume her, she speaks once more, softly.
“[I think Jurassic Park influenced this dream a bit too much, but we'll see where this goes...]"
Glk. Glk, glk.
Ankles in my throat, forelegs in my mouth, my jaw distended out, she's just letting it happen, focused more on her own final pleasure than what is to come. Starting at the legs allowed me to do this faster as I gradually distend rather than have to force it to get over the shoulders--I doubt that I will be able to do this often, so I savor the moment.
Glk, glk. Glk.
I soon encounter a problem however. If she were facing the other way around this would work just fine, but her legs bend the wrong way, unable to slide cleanly down my neck. I could spin her around still, but that would not work for what I have in mind. Hm. What do I do? Her progress halted, she opens her eyes and looks back to me, meeting mine.
“[What?]" she vocalizes.
She's not in enough or at the right angle for me to sit up and feed her in. I could lie on my belly, but she might object to being forced onto the cold floor. I… may need assistance.
Slowly I scoot my bulk, her laying atop me, towards the wall I ate-but-not-ate her against, before then leaning forward and sitting up facing it. Carefully I grab her sides and bring my neck up with her, allowing her to put her hands against the cavern wall. Perfect.
As I do so, her progress resumes.
Glk, glk, glk...
“[Alright, weird, but this works I guess.]"
Now her weight is on my side too. I don't want this to go too quick...
As my jaws approach her hips and waist, I scoot my claws down, up, and under her covering. She gets the point and begins to remove it as she trades hands from the wall to do so. I want to taste her, not the memento of her lover.
Before she can continue, I relax the tugging muscles in my throat and merely hold her. I have plans for her, I will return the favor before her oblivion.
Tongue straight as her rear begins to enter my mouth, I lap at her folds once more before gulping and rearing back my tongue to continue what I stopped.
“[Okay, hmf, easy there, that's great… oh..."]
Muscles and belly protesting, I'm getting impatient. I start ramping up my slobbering up, down, and in her groin as she moans harder and longer until eventually her muscles contract around my tongue and I fulfill my gluttonous excitement, withdrawing my tongue and shifting my tasting to her lower belly instead.
Glk, glk, glk.
Gone are her hips, gone is her waist, both of her arms held against the wall to disappear last later. With a lurch her feet enter my stomach, speeding along her descent, all the while my tongue tasting every inch of her front. Salty sweat coats her belly; it's a rare and odd taste. My muscles must strain to get her past my sternum; an expected issue, but my jaws fit so I knew it would be fine. She is lither than her mate; I need not take her in pieces.
Glk, glk, glk.
Down goes said belly, my lips now up to her breasts which I begin to lap at much to her delight. Her lover did it, so clearly she must enjoy it. She's almost totally within me now. Knees entering my warm hiding place--which is much better than this cave in my unbiased opinion--she begins to curl up in a much better place to kneel and pleasure me than the rocky floor.
Glk. Glk. Glk.
This is the weirdest thing I've ever felt and it's so vivid.
Like a very hot summer day, but moist as a torrential downpour, and pressing in against me on all sides. As she plays with my breasts with her tongue, I reach down and massage her neck, feeling between the plates of it, which elicits a groan of pleasure ratcheting up the vibrations of her purring.
With one of her claws she reaches up to hold my other hand as I descend into ecstasy distilled into form, the most exciting thing I have ever experienced, and it isn't even real.
As my face passes her lips, teeth thankfully nowhere to be seen, I kiss her tongue back with my own lips.
Glk. Glk. Glp. “Purrrrrr..."
I need to do this again some day, but this all lined up so perfectly. Everything has gone perfectly.
Soon her face and head pass my own by, and she is now well and truly within me. Mine. My jaws remain open, facing the ceiling, but my jaw begins to return to its regular position. Her arms follow, legs curled in my stomach, hips entering, she begins to slowly assume the fetal position that I found her curled up in and shying away from my touch. The strain on my sternum is like nothing I have felt before, but she will fit.
Claws no longer occupied and free to do as they wish, I bring them to my neck where her breasts press against my esophagus and massage gently, pleasuring us both. She may be dying, but she cooperated. I shall make it as enjoyable as possible for her as I continue to gulp along air with her down into my esophagus.
Glp. Glp. Glp.
Eventually, all good things have to end--or at least become a different good thing--and her descent finishes. Head entering my belly, arms soon to follow, she curls up, and my muscles relax after their monumental effort. Clacking my mouth shut, I lie back.
“Urp."
I belch... and the excess air is forced out as the muscles in my belly tighten up.
This is nice. Warm. Moist. Safe.
Fuzzy. I feel… lightheaded. No… don't want to wake up… don't want to wake up…
“[I want to do this forever…]"
Exhaling the last of her breath in vocalization, I repeat her last muffled word experimentally whilst grinning. I taste it on my tongue as she imparts one final teaching to me as I massage her bulge in my form.
“Fffo'eh'veh," I try.
“Fo'eh'veh," I try again.
“Foh… rrreh… verrr," I sound out.
'Forever.'
“Fo're'ver," I proclaim.
END OF ARC ONE
A/N:
So Susan is a bit insane. Now that she's gone, I'll give a bit of behind-the-scenes information on her character. The reason why she's such a wild and unhinged party animal is because she had a really constrained and rebellious childhood and she bounced back hard, complicated by some latent mental issues. Once she was free of her family in college she became a nymphomaniac.
This is also technically a rape scene. Susan was not in her right mind whatsoever. She was up 'til the end convinced that the protagonist was a figment of her imagination as she slept and could not consent. If you enjoyed this chapter erotically then I hope you recognize that. While I absolutely portrayed this chapter pornographically, I hope that the context surrounding it will be remembered by you, the reader, and that this should be considered a mark of the protagonist's character.
With that out of the way: finally, the protagonist begins learning to speak. I mentioned prior that they can do so, they just don't have any true spoken language. While they do mostly have a full voicebox and ability to use their lips and tongue to shape sounds, they simply never needed to develop it on their own, which is a major theme when it comes to the Kin. They are forever cursed to remain paleolithic, but what happens when outside context comes knocking?
In this case... she is the outside context.