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 18b: The Missed Connection (X)

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A/N:

Important disclaimer, this is purely a porn chapter and it is non-canon. The alternate chapters are 'what-if' scenarios for what direction the story could have gone. These different events often significantly alter how the story 'would have' progressed, and this is one such example.

In this case: what if the hunter decided to whip out his pistol to try and escape the protagonist's grip instead of trying diplomacy? What if her original plan (with a bit more thought put into it) succeeded? This one change of whether the hunter successfully escapes or not would have serious ramifications on the story as a whole. Perhaps things would play out similarly by and large, but this is a coming of age story, and any little difference can have quite the impact.

This will be entirely portrayed in the perspective of the hunter due to the non-canon nature of this chapter's events. This is because certain elements from the protagonist's PoV later in the story could risk rehash; thus, it is entirely the hunter.

Try to, uh... forget the ending of the last chapter while reading this, or set this one aside for later.

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I am so, so unbelievably fucked.

...Wait. My gun!

Its tongue delicately swipes at the beading sweat on my forehead. It tries to grab my free arm but I'm already reacting, whipping my pistol from its holster and raising it to the monster's face!

BANG!

Impacting the ground leaves me breathless once more but it doesn't stop me from scrambling away after the fucking thing threw me. I flip and crawl away on hands and knees as I catch my breath before picking myself up and full-throttle running. It noticed my gun before I could aim so I doubt I hit, but I turn around to look anyway...

Thump THUMP thump THUMP thump THUMP!

Its bounding strides match my racing heartbeat, both getting louder as adrenaline fights to speed me up! I definitely didn't hurt it and now it's certainly even angrier with me! I veer off the path to try and lose it in the thick foliage but an arm wraps around me and I'm pulled down onto my back in its roll!

I deathgrip my gun but before I can get my bearings it's torn from my hand with overwhelming strength and tossed away. The creature looms over and growls from above, once more pinning me down. It simply leers from above, its forefeet--hands--keeping my shoulders pinned. With half as many eyes I can't hope to beat it in a staring contest... but the creature continues anyway. Fear turns to anger in an instant.

“Well? What are you waiting for?" I demand.

It looks me up and down once more, then peers at its potbelly and back to me. The fat bastard definitely ate my meat. Is it full?

It grins again and brings its face close to mine, opening its jaws to end my life. They enclose my head, its teeth brush against my neck, and its tongue slathers my face, tasting. The muscle swirls up and down my face, tweaking my shaved facial hair and forcing me to keep my eyes and mouth shut, my breaths shallow so I don't inhale its vile saliva. I go into my death like a man as it toys with me, summarily and unexpectedly shoving its tongue against and through my lips!

I gag as the foreign body invades my mouth and reflexively bite but my jaw is forced too wide! It explores my own throat as I struggle to hold my breath, prompting more gags and forcing out what air is left. After far too long in wet slimy hell the tongue pulls back, slathers my face over once more, and I'm released back to the ground, the grip on me loosening.

I cough, sputter, and wipe away its fluids with a sleeve. Blinking open my eyes I find it still over me, but something in its demeanor is... radically different. Its hold is looser, its eyes wider, and a confusing scent from its hot breath has become all I can smell; that of meat both cooked and raw is potent and obvious--confirming its theft--but the undertone, one of vinegar and wood glue, dazzles my freed nose to confuse more than my eyes.

I remain gaped in shock as I process that the creature just fucking frenched me. It takes the opportunity to go for a second round so I prepare and hold my breath, fighting down the panic and enduring. I can feel it moving me bodily, my back meeting air and then the rough bark of a tree. This kiss is far less rough, instead merely one of snout-to-snout contact as the tongue comes to me instead. We stare into each others eyes, its inscrutable and mine almost certainly conveying my confusion. It continues to taste my teeth and my breakfast, keeping my own tongue flattened in my mouth, though pressure down on it forces it past my own teeth to touch its lip.

...And once more it relents, this time pulling back even further to simply sit over me, not even holding me down and still. I gasp as my airway clears and prop myself up better.

I look around and take stock of the situation now that I have the freedom to do so. I'm laid back against a tree and my gun is nowhere to be seen, though I may not need it after all. The creature is stooped over, its long neck arching its head further away feet rather than inches from mine. I have no doubt that if I were to try and run it would be on me once more in an instant. The increasingly strange creature continues to simply stare at me so I take the time to stare back and study it.

Little is different from minutes ago when last I saw it. Mud cakes its carapace in places from when it rolled, and I idly note my own dirtied jeans and jacket. The alien--for it absolutely must be an alien--is sturdy in frame and radiates power. Everything about it screams danger, run away, this is a predator... and yet its blades and size aren't what worry me most; each of the four eyes boring into me clearly hold thought behind them. A mindless animal would simply have killed me either here or back at the river.

I force myself to break contact and look further down, past the powerful chest and slightly stretched belly. The alien is seated like a cat who's caught a rat. I cringe at the comparison, hoping strange invasions of my personal space remain the extent to myself being in it. However, what inevitably catches my eye in the shadows is a subtle muscular twitching between the creature's legs. Wary of it breaking our deadlock I look closer, and see...

...the scaled area pulling back, revealing what has now somehow topped my earlier surprise.

I just got frenched by an alien monster. A female alien monster. Who is, uh... aroused, I think...

I quickly return my eyes to hers, which narrow in response as a toothy smile breaks her lips. She shifts her weight to one arm only and brings the other down to the shadows where a curled digit knuckles the gash open further for a moment before carefully sinking in.

I blanch and look away. This cannot be real. A loud huffing noise bellows out from the alien and from the corner of my eye I see it shift again and hear a quiet shlk. Chancing a gaze back I hiss in surprise to find the 'hand' planted once more with the other open before me. We sit again in silent stares before I build up the nerve and cautiously grasp it.

In one smooth motion she pulls me upright and her other arm goes around me, cradling me as she herself rises with a bit of a wobble as I now exist within her arms in some strange bridal carry. Neither of us makes a sound as she squelches through the mud back to where we first encountered each other. I make a note of trying to find my gun later, scanning and memorizing the surrounding foliage.

My ATV and the span of trees separating it from the river come into view and she releases me--before summarily giving me a shove down against a tree along the game trail. She resumes her previous looming but now something is... different. She's closer than before and my confused brain further registers the odd scent on her breath. Something to it beyond the scent of meat confuses me and my senses, subtly unnerving the ancient part of my mind.

She brings up her clawed hand and lays one digit to caress my neck. It's armored almost like a medieval knight's gauntlet, though only the back is covered in miniature plates. The scales feel somewhat chilly to the touch but hers is a surprisingly gentle one. She brings it lower and breaks this thought by hooking it into my t-shirt below my open jacket and ripping it down slowly. I hold my breath and watch.

My own chest and belly come free to the autumn chill and she brings her long face closer once more. I cringe worrying over another kissing, but she instead runs her tongue out from belly button to abs and then to chest, finally finishing it at my neck as another rumble runs through her massive throat. Her jaws open further and I hiss again as she latches on to my neck in some show of dominance, though her teeth draw no blood. I feel a light suckling as she wraps her tongue out and around to my nape and I gasp at both the odd sensation and contact. All I can do is stare deep into the eyes on the side of her head and admire their deep emerald brilliance.

I feel a tugging on my muddy jeans and though I can't see, once more that ancient monkey brain part of me knows what it means. I bring a hand down to cover my crotch--one half of my brain for protection, the other in cruise control excitement--but the tugging abates as it's batted away, only to return with the sound of tearing.

She pulls back from her lover's bite of massive proportions and I'm able to survey my ruined pants. The crotch is torn open revealing my underwear--and before she can cause any more damage I quickly work my fingers below my ruined jeans and sliced belt to push the article down my thighs. I shiver as a breeze blasts my unmentionables but relax as hot breath replaces the chill.

This is in fact actually happening. What the fuck.

Deep sniffs pull that breath back over and her huge tongue bleps out momentarily before tasting my penis with a slight press. A reaction is instant as blood flows in with a pump and twitch, forcing it up and against her tongue. She pulls back for a moment in surprise but dives right back in, daringly taking one huge lick from base to tip.

I involuntarily gasp and bring a hand to rub her head on instinct. My college days are behind me but the knowledge to sit back and enjoy this is not. Another lick sends another pump and throb, and after a moment of study she sends her tongue tip to my balls instead. If I'd known to expect something like this I would have shaved and bathed but she doesn't seem to mind at all. With just her tongue she flips and toys with my genitals before bringing all within her mouth, closing her lips and suckling.

The experience is incomparable to any human woman. She pulls back and my testicles slide over her tongue and out her mouth but she keeps the tip before sinking back down again. She repeats and repeats, tilting her head occasionally as she jostles my Jimmys and rustles my Roberts. She keeps it slow and seemingly methodical, perhaps in an attempt to make the situation last as long as possible.

But it won't, and doesn't. I tap my index finger where it rests below her hole of an ear before remembering that she probably wouldn't understand what I'm trying to convey--and yet she intuits it anyway. She wreathes me and goes hilt-deep before suckling loudly and swirling around. The treatment is rough but amply lubricated and I tap her harder as I reflexively buck. A rumble goes through her at the first ejaculation but the swirling and sucking continues unabated as my testicles and prostate empty in her mouth and down her throat, all as she sucks air through her nose and takes great swallows.

I fall back against the tree panting and idly scratch at her rough jowl, working my fingers into the crevice between plates. Another rumbling is released and so too are my genitals out to my saliva-sodden groin.

“Holy shit," I exclaim. “I just got sucked off by an alien."

She flicks her head up at my voice to stare at me and bares her teeth wide in a smile, an errant bit of semen on her lip--which she licks away. I return the look knowing that yes, I just stuck my dick in there and lived to tell the tale. So far.

An arm snakes its way around and behind me again so I lean forward to accommodate. The other goes beneath my rear and she picks me up with care. My world spins and I find cold leather beneath me in place of alien or muddy ground; she's returned me to my ATV.

I turn in confusion but she's already trotting away at a sedate pace through the trees back to the stream. I quickly hop off and follow both to find my rifle and see what she does. I catch up to her entering the stream. She glances back and lifts her tail to the side as she dips over the edge, flashing me her moistened hole. My breath hitches and I hurriedly grab my gun and turn to leave. A part of me considers hopping in as well to take a bath, but I would need some new clothes.

So, I remount my ATV, engage the keyed ignition, and begin to drive away. Progress down the path is slow in search of where she threw my gun; I'd rather get it back else she cost me hundreds of dollars as an interstellar prostitute.

Regardless of complications, an absolutely growing part of me wonders what her other end is like.

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She wasn't there when I came back with a towel and new clothes. I wasn't surprised, but I was still disappointed. I still bathed since I needed it; the water was cold and would almost certainly have made getting it up difficult anyway. As much as I'd like to stay and search for her... I have to leave. She may have eaten a good portion of my venison but I'm still in possession of very illegal amounts of elk meat which needs to return home with me.

Two hours later I've packed and stashed my belongings and tent up and I'm on my way back from the truck to start carting the coolers.

I pull into the clearing, park, and turn off the engine. With hope I check around for more tracks but the mud is as disturbed as it was before--nothing new. I'd already rounded up the emptied coolers in a pile once I returned from the stream, so once I've finished with the actually valuable ones scattered about I can just port them onto the trailer quickly. Each of the ropes I'd used for the emptied ones have been damaged so I simply leave them where they are. It's evidence, but not useful evidence.

My head is on a swivel for every little forest noise as I one by one retrieve coolers, haul them to the trailer, and toss the intact ropes into a formerly ice- and meat-filled cooler. They're packed so high that when I finally finish I have to rope them down just as I had when I'd brought them with me. And now with that I make my second trip.

It isn't until I'm almost there that I realize I haven't been hearing any suspicious scampers or brushed leaves in some time. The hair on the back of my neck rises and I turn to scan the undergrowth only to go rigid in shock as hands grasp my sides and I'm pulled up and away! My feet and rear lift but I remain holding the handles tight--until I relax and allow myself to be manhandled.

Her arms cross my front as she squeezes me to what must be her chest. Her head comes down from above and I internally wince worrying for her affections, but she maintains her distance mere inches from my own face. Her smile is just as wide and toothy as before, her eyes that same beautiful shade of green, but now she does something different. Her lips press closed and at their front bunch up in... a pucker?

She makes kissy noises but leaves me be. An invitation and offering rather than her earlier force.

Ah, what the hell. I lean forward from her hug and peck her on the lips. A warbling rumble goes through her and she hugs me tighter. Emboldened, I press my own tongue through her larger lips and feel her incisors. So too does my upside-down counterpart press forward to meet me but goes no further.

Mollified she breaks our kiss and lowers me back down to my seat, rubbing my back with one massive hand and my hair with the other. Though I know her claws are there, I feel no nicks as she handles me with care. This is absolutely a welcome change of pace from last time. Her head comes down once more and I give her scaled snout a quick peck. She snorts hot air in my face and gives me a lick downside the head, leaving my face saliva-ridden.

I chuckle and she once more pulls back--only this time fully. My heart flutters in excitement as my other excitement sits half-mast from our foreplay, but she strides off and away down the path. I drive forward to catch up and find her towering over my truck; her tail swishes as she climbs into the empty back. The metal creaks and complains and the suspension drops low but thankfully nothing breaks. The whole vehicle shakes as she adjusts and reorients herself, ending up on her back with her legs together and arms using the sides as rests.

With one final truck-shaking shift to get comfortable, she finally locks eyes with me and smiles wide with bared teeth. Those odd knived limbs sprouting from her back go wide in the same gesture as she had made by the river, and her legs part.

Without shame or shadows to obstruct her genitals, I absolutely gawk. Between her thighs at the base of her long, thick tail is that 'other end.' The muscles within and around flex and the pressed lips peel open to reveal a red hole slickened with moisture and lubricant.

Some time during this my ATV turned off and I began to approach. My clothes have also been misplaced. A wicked digit goes to her vagina and parts a lip further, slightly rubbing to stimulate. Forget the meat in my ATV's trailer, there's already all the meat I need loaded in the back of my truck. What remains of my mind's rationality screams that this situation is absurd, baffling, and yes--honestly rather hot, but still. The rest simply rebuts that this is awesome.

Neither of us can communicate but we both know what we want and what's going to happen. Her tail idly flicks from where it spills beyond the bed and I run a hand up it as I approach. A purring rumble rises from her as I grow closer, finally climbing up into the bed to stand over her. Even laid back as she is she's almost as tall as I am.

Without further ado I squat and straddle the base of her hard tail and lean down over her groin. Heat rises up from the swollen region and her thighs seal back in at my sides, the tops of her feet pressed to my back. She lightly pulls forward, her desires conveyed.

Down further I lean to begin experimenting. A hand on each side, I hook my thumbs to her lips and spread her that little bit further. She rumbles out a brief, deep moan as I make contact--so I gently massage up and down the length. There's no clitoris to be found so I'm at a loss on that front. Upon closer inspection the entrance is very slightly ridged on the sides where I press my thumbs, so I focus there.

Her rumbling continues and gradually transforms into what's unmistakably a purr. A deep one for sure but the sound is the same, akin to a big cat's. I'm brought further forward once more as she bows her legs in, pressing her heels with their toes knuckled into my back. She wants to take things further.

I scoot forward along her tail resting my rear over her own. As a seat she isn't necessarily very comfortable, but I've yet to find out how she is as a ride. I grab myself by the shaft and press the tip to her lips--but that's all for now. I hiss at the contact and resist going any further than this, having a different plan in mind. I thrust my hips forward to rub along instead of penetrate and a snorting grunt breaks her purrs. I want to see how she responds to teasing.

The answer is mixed. After a beat of a few seconds and another few slow thrusts she slides a bit more upright, bringing me along on her tail. She grasps my sides and pulls me against her, my tip finding her mark.

“Ea-eager, aren't you?" I stammer out in surprise. She stares down impassively, her lips sealed and expression... judging, I assume. Impatient.

I press back and she lets me free so I make do on her 'request.' I'm already in this and I have a feeling that rebelling would only make her rougher--she'd still get what she wants in the end, just on her terms. I'm already lined up so in one motion I begin to depress and penetrate. A response is instant as her grip tightens around my waist, turning my gentle thrust into a forced pull.

My hiss at her grip turns into a moan as I go full-hilt. I wouldn't describe her as tight given our size difference, but she's not loose either which is certainly surprising. After a moment to recover I pull to slide back and she acquiesces to a point, keeping me locked in, my tip still well inside. I begin to thrust and hump within the bounds she and my length set for me.

I gasp in shock as she tightens briefly, her alien kegels clenching. If she weren't lubricated I wouldn't be getting my penis back. I pull and thrust, her muscles tightening in time with my retractions. Her purring has returned twofold, though it swiftly transforms as she huffs with each breath.

She rears her head back and the truck shakes wildly as she bucks up into me! I go along for the ride positioned as I am and cringe as she thumps back to the bed. I increase in tempo and her contractions match, but I can literally feel when it starts to begin. She loses control and rhythm, and her tongue lolls out over the cab; alien orgasm, fuck yeah.

Rather than grunts and groans, she simply... squeaks and gasps, amidst the rumbling purr. Her legs clench tight behind me and I'm held pressed against her. Her neck snakes down and her lips find mine; I have to close my eyes as she huffs through her nose at me. It's barely been a minute and she's already orgasmed I think. My spine begins to ache so I pat at her belly, incidentally palming a patch of free skin. She moans into our kiss with each pat and the pressure on my back abates.

I shift my other hand and bring it to the other side of my stolen meat, rubbing at her exposed skin. Her purrs win out over her huffs as they dissipate but only for the moment--I'm not done. I resume my humps and gradually she, her pumps. I'm finally forced to break our kiss for air. Opening my eyes shows her own shut tight. They whip open suddenly and her jaws lunge forward to clamp on my neck!

I gasp in shock and surprise as she growls into me, her tongue once more massaging my neck. I'm forced to taste her hot breaths and huffs what with her being clamped over half of my face as well! Still I continue else she get any rougher. Her breath sends my mind screaming, every instinct telling me to pull out and run, damn the consequences. But I don't... because I can't. I got on this ride and I'm on 'til it stops.

I'm beginning to peak myself and the sensory overload certainly isn't helping. I almost miss myself going over the edge; my own kegels shoot their first shot deep in her and the next, and the next, and the next in the hardest orgasm I've ever had in my life. Her rhythmic clenching milks what little is left after earlier today. I collapse against her and into her kiss, letting myself go limp in her arms and legs. Her jaws release and I fall against her cushioned belly to relax in bliss.

Her legs release but she hugs me tighter. I can feel myself going flaccid inside despite her continued clenching. Having spent me, she shifts and I fear her leaving once more--but she does not. Instead, she holds me tight to her bottom as she shifts and curls to shelter me.

Forget the meat, I'll retrieve it later. I'll probably have to stuff the empty coolers in the cab with me though; she gets the bed. She rumbles in contentment and we lay for hours together.

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A/N:

I just want to say: that weird kegel flexing thing? Doesn't happen with human women. I actually learned after writing this that it's apparently a trope used in bad erotica. The in-universe reason it happens with Emeral is due to how her reproductive system works, in conjunction with how her vulva works. The literary reason is because it makes her just that little bit weirder.

So anyway: James Henderson gets his happy ending.

This chapter ended up coming out surprisingly intimate at times if you view it from a human perspective rather than Emeral asserting control and dominance over a new toy. There will be canon M/F sex scenes in the future and they'll have some elements of that as well, but without spoiling anything I'll say that they will definitely be quite different in nature. Notably, this was explicitly from a James point of view as hers is very clinical and analytical.

I did intentionally set it up to look like James would be the 'love interest' character. Screw that, this book is one of drama, deep plot, and a giant alien dinosaur monster person! In canon Emeral made a mistake and none of this 'gets' to happen. If not for that then no Carey, no everything else that happens, nada. The entire plot would be radically changed and one of the planned sequels would have an extremely different plot.

After this chapter in the non-canon timeline, Emeral leaves with James for his home and they live happily ever after as best a human and a giant alien can. So it should come as no surprise that this is actually considered a Bad End to the book! I can't get into it without spoiling multiple different arcs' plotlines, but without having met Carey, Emeral is not only not named Emeral, she's entirely unprepared to face the world. Once you read the third and fourth arcs, think back on these words and reflect. Alternatively, just ask me in a DM what the 'canon non-canon' plot for this timeline is along with how far you've read up to so you don't get spoiled.