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 42: Mudbath

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The small machine's angry whirring finally cuts off. Setting it aside on a small table, Carey grabs a brush and begins sweeping my back clean of sanded-off chitin.

“There we go, girl; that's the last of it done. Check yourself out."

Craning my neck around I study myself closely all over, feeling with a hand how lovely and smooth I've become. My formerly rough and dull carapace has become a shining brown thanks to this wonderful machine she got from her mother. The process stung a bit but it was definitely worth it.

My Carey stands proud. “You look great! Now you won't damage your mattress or our couch cushions."

And all the better to impress others with. It's not so good for stealth, but unless I get shinings often the luster will be lost soon enough. Who knew that sand of all things could be so useful? I dip down and give her a playful lick across her cheek to a mock scoff. She lightly shoves my head away and I make a slow grab for her.

As I've allowed she dances aside easily, a happy grin plastering her face. Her nice teeth are tiny but amazingly white. Reaching down she scoops up a clod of mud from my earlier hose bath and hurls it at my head!

Distracted by her teeth I take it to the face. Mud splatters across my head and gets in my eyes and nose, sending me into a blinded mess of blinking and thrashing!

“Oh shit! Emeral, I'm so sorry!" I hear her call. In a fit of inspiration I sweep my tail through the mud and, with my tailblade a shovel, fire back!

“Ack!" she blurts. I snort the mud out and when my vision returns I find her sunk on her back in a puddle, her front covered in a far larger blob of wet dirt and her brown hair a muddy mess. I may lack her external ears but the divots in the side of my head work well enough for my aim to be true.

She attempts to rise but slips and plops back down. “Heheh," she chuckles. “I deserved that one."

I continue to blink the last of the grit out. I didn't expect to do more than send a splash of muddy water at her, but that could actually be rather effective if I can hit my enemy in the face. Apparently mud is also quite useful. I'll have to remember that technique if I ever get into a fight.

Successfully upright she sighs down at her sodden clothes before eyeing my muddy face. “Well, I was going to give you another wash anyway, but it looks like I need one too. Let me go change and dry myself off and I'll be back out here to clean you off."

That's the downside to clothes, I suppose: they get dirty and wet. Her paltry coverings are no match for my natural armor.

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As promised she returned soon, fresh-faced with a change of clothes on her. Getting up from my lounging in the mud I eagerly anticipate the bath.

The sisters wash themselves daily using fruity liquids and fragrant bars of something. I've tried going after Sam's 'shampoo' for a taste test but she got mad and started pushing me away while shouting things like 'don't eat that,' 'that's not food,' 'neither is that,' and 'why are you in here?!'

Fruit juice does not particularly seem like something which would help you get clean--it's sticky after all--and it would be better off drank anyway. Regardless, it works. Carey brings with her a nice-smelling bottle she did not trust me alone with earlier following my first bath.

“You just had to make things harder by laying down in the mud, didn’t you?” she complains. “Right. Well, get on your back somewhere dry so I can deal with your belly first. You’re lucky I expected this.” She shakes a bottle of ‘soap,’ of which shampoo is a type of.

Tromping out of the muddy ground I find a nice patch of dry land and roll onto my back. My front is caked in mud both drying and wet. It doesn't really bother me yet, but the grit under my plates would definitely become annoying in the future. I can't imagine why it would bother humans then, but I've noticed they tend to be very picky; perhaps they clean themselves off because they tend to smell after exertion?

My Carey didn't bother using any soap in her shower this time what with it being quick and needing only to get the mud off. She doesn't smell of much yet as a result; her salty sweat is rather common due to her 'workout sessions,' which are odd movements she just does sometimes. They occasionally involve tools or going out for a jog through the forest or around town, which she usually does 'at work,' whatever that is.

Speaking of Carey, she's just now finished hauling the table over beside me, the surface bearing the bottle of soap, a 'sponge,' a bundle of towels, and the hose's end capped off by a weird device. The soap is nothing new, the sponge isn't edible, the towels are blankets for drying with, and the nozzle allows for both efficiency with the water and different methods of spraying it.

She grabs the nozzle, twists it, and without a word of warning sprays a jet of water at my scalp! Closing my eyes and holding my breath I sit without complaint as the mud comes streaming off under the pressure, though I struggle and mutter when the water gets in my nose. The spray abates and I unbrace myself. She's smirking, because of course she is.

Next she lowers it to begin working on my belly plates. Dirt flows off easily though it collects under my plates, inevitably requiring scrubbing later. She finishes quickly and moves on to my legs, arms, hands, and feet. When she begins work on my tail I spread out my thighs to tease her and see what reaction this sister earns me.

She blushes and raises her aim to my head again, forcing me to shut my eyes. The water stops and I open them again only to receive a whap on my snout!

“None of that, now. You've scarred poor Sam already, you harlot. On the bright side I get to tease her about the 'icky licky incident.'"

I purse my lips in disappointment. Given her preferences she would likely have experience with her fingers, but she is not interested. Oh well.

She goes back to cleaning and soon enough finishes this part. Setting aside the nozzle she goes for a smaller towel and the bottle of soap. She upturns it over a crease between two belly plates, squirts out a glob of unattainable fruitiness, and dives in with the washcloth.

I let out a breath as she deftly works it in between the plates, scrubbing underneath and massaging what skin there is. The lower layers are folded up and the outer layer isn't stretched so it isn't as nice, but it's still relaxing. She moves from plate to plate and gradually gets all of the mud and chitinous grit out of my armor.

“Alright, now for your back. Be careful getting up so that I don't need to start over again, otherwise you're not allowed inside until you find a river to clean yourself off in."

Gingerly rolling onto my hands and feet I stand on all fours before throwing myself upright and stretching. With my neck up and out I'm practically as tall as her home, easily able to peer over the surrounding privacy fences though not the roof. Joints crack and water drips down from my form.

Carey kicks my stretching tail away with a foot. “Hey, I can't reach up there. You're certainly in a difficult mood today."

Bah, I'm just stretching. I walk over to a new patch of dry ground and drop back down to allow her access. She drags the table over again and begins work once more; first hosing me down, then working with the cloth. Finally she finishes and begins towelling me dry, earning grunts as she works them into the creases as well.

“Now get inside while I clean up. And wipe your feet this time!"

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Carey pokes her head out into the basement hall before pulling the lounge door shut. “Sam's door is closed so she must be occupied right now. There's something very important I need to talk to you about, Emeral."

The woman's expression is rather serious. I'm still getting used to the wide variety of facial and body expressions humans use in place of simply exhaling a scent to tell how they're feeling, but I'm fairly sure it's what her pursed lips mean. Right now she conveys a need to talk rather than not wanting to like pursing would for my kind.

I lay down on my repaired couch and get comfortable. Carey takes a seat in the smaller padded human-only chair she often uses when I occupy the couch.

“This might be a... how do I put it... a hard think thing, but do you remember when we played The Game of Life?" she asks.

Hmm... yes, I do. It was a happy night turned into a sad one, then into a fun one. I learned many things, but what could be relevant?

“Yes," I nod. “What of?"

She breathes in and out, collecting her thoughts. “Do you remember how I took a pink peg as my wife peg?"

Ohhhh. Riiiight.

“Yes. You like women," I state factually. “Weird. But okay? No children. Just fun."

“No no no," she chastises. “Not just fun. I mean, yeah, for some people, but it's more complicated than that."

Ugh. Humans.

“I don't know how much you know about... uh, how babies are made. Or if your kind would even do it anywhere close to the same as we do. But while you're right that women having 'sex' together doesn't make babies, that doesn't mean it isn't still a relationship, Em. It isn't just for fun."

I quirk my head, taken aback. “You... no want- do not want babies? But you made baby pegs."

She shakes her head again and sighs. “Well, it's... it's complicated, and I'm glad you've been doing so well in our lessons otherwise there's no way I'd be able to explain all of this to you properly." She takes another moment to compose her thoughts. “When a man and a woman love each other very much... they form a 'relationship.' They only have sex with each other, although some people- nevermind. They have sex, and they make children, and only with each other. Usually. Well, it's what they're supposed to be doing."

Humans. A male and a female pair up and create children; this is nothing new to me. I think she's also alluding that humans sometimes commit mate theft. I hope they exile them as is proper.

“And?" I press her.

She purses again, which sometimes does mean she doesn't want to talk. Humans! “Just let me think for a moment. I've never had to talk about this with someone before, and I need to do it right."

I sit and tap a claw idly against the 'coffee' table, which is definitely more banged up than when I originally moved in down here.

“Okay. So. They form a relationship because they love each other. And they raise children, because they love each other. But not all couples want children, and some want children even if they're a man and a woman. Does that make sense?"

I huff. “Little sense. But yes. Children duty of females anyway."

That earns a dejected grunt. “Yeah, sure whatever. Sometimes a man and a man love each other very much and want children, or sometimes it's a woman and a woman. I don't like men, I like women, but I still want children one day, or at least to be cool aunt Carey for Sam's kids."

I'd considered this before but dismissed the concept as outlandish and simply incompatible with the world. But regardless, I force myself to keep an open mind to these weird human things. If I'm to take their strength, I must first understand their strength--even all of the weird things, so that I may decide if they are actually any better than what I know already.

“Men," I grunt. “Why not like?"

She looks off into the non-existent distance. “That's even more complicated and nobody really knows why for sure. For some it's a simple preference or choice, for others like me it just is the way things are. Some lesbians--which is the term for women like me--get thinking that men are icky, and that's the reason for them. But I just don't feel the attraction, the- well, the love."

That... makes sense, I suppose? I made a choice to have sex with the woman, and I made the choice to try and entice Carey. But that was and would just be sex. Not a relationship, except humans seem to see it very differently, or at least some humans.

I smile and flick out my long and fat tongue at her. “Feel love? I woman."

She snorts and grimaces. “No, Emeral. I don't. I care about you a lot but I'm not interested in a relationship with you."

I grin mischievously and move to rise. “But just sex? Some humans do, you say."

Her cheeks go red and she shakes her head vehemently. “Hah, no. No. Maybe you'll understand one day, but sex is more than that, or at least I want to believe that it is. That it should mean something. Casual sex leads to drama and ruined friendships most of the time and it just wouldn't work out. Plus... you're nowhere close to being a human, Em. And maybe like another little sister; you did call me a sister after all."

I huff and flick my head away. Her loss. Perhaps other humans may be less picky as my Carey.

“Sex with no babies fine. Just sex. You say more?" I ask.

“Yes," she nods. “Yes. Love. It needs the love, or it's just sex."

I scoff. “Love and babies together. Sex and babies sometimes together. But love and babies not always together. I do not understand what you say."

She takes a long sigh. “One day, you'll understand, Emeral. I hope." She gets up and paces around in front of the television. “I know this is all new stuff to you. I don't know how you got here but wherever you're from seems rather... traditional."

I nod at that. “Yes. 'Tra-dish-oo-nal.' Male, female. Babies. Not always 'love,' but always babies." I look into the television's dark screen and stare into my reflection. “But this not home. You human. You smart. You know things. So maybe you right."

Her lips twist from a pout into a faint smile. “Just remember, Emeral. It's fun in the moment, but not later. Many of the best things in life are like that."

I try not to show it as it would offend her, but I find that very foolish. Killing? Sex? Eating? All at once? It's always fun later if you just do more of it--that's how life is.

“Anyway," she claps. “I think you need to go and have a talk with Sam, and apologize for teasing her. You're her friend and just her friend, and while she did accidentally walk in on you, you hurt her percep- uh, how she looks at and thinks about you. Okay?"

I think for a moment and nod. Now this makes sense--she loves her Frank and I made her question that love by asserting that I knew better than her. I think? Whatever. I'll just go apologize and see if I can get a look at her computer.

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A/N:

Oh my god, it's an erotica where people aren't blindly horny?

Yeah. Carey ain't sexually attracted to Emeral and views her as a friend, if a rather large and troublesome one.

Emeral at this moment has a slightly complicated and paradoxical view on sex. To her, relationships are purely for making children, but she has come to believe that sex isn't necessarily just for children. In her culture 'mate theft'--be it consensual or not--is an extreme sin, but its definition is tied to the Kin perception on sex where it's done to make broodlings. She has now been introduced to the concept of casual sex and doesn't particularly understand the implications of it yet.

This may come as a massive surprise to you but sexuality is an important topic in Emerald Maiden as part of Emeral's coming-of-age, so this is an important chapter for Emeral's character development. She doesn't really understand yet, and Carey isn't the best at explaining it to her--especially due to the language difficulties--but she might some day. Humans have spent a lot of time fucking each other in different, sometimes weird ways, and it's alien to the alien. Sexuality stuff can easily come off as preachy, so I tried to do a good job of portraying Carey's view on it from her perspective. Some of that is like my own view, but ultimately a variation of it is what ended up making sense for Carey's character.

I'm not a lesbian. This may surprise you, but I'm not even a woman despite the three (so far) main protagonists all being women. The only reason I'm able and willing to write Emeral as a woman is due to her utterly alien psychology which I'm able to build from the ground up rather than trying to emulate how a woman would think and feel about her situation. To put it simply: Emeral is a woman, but a woman is not Emeral.

Carey x Emeral was something vaguely teased and hinted at a few times. People with a finger to the pulse of a story would also likely predict it--especially with the first sex scene being a lesbian one, of sorts--but it's not in the cards. As I said: it's an erotica where people aren't blindly horny; the erotic elements to the story are part of Emeral's story. She's a giant alien. She fucks a few people. It's part of her experience. This is an erotica. The sex scenes are neither a byproduct or the goal, they are simply there as a part of the greater whole.

And Carey x Emeral is not one of them. I've tossed around the idea of a straight-up porn chapter for it, but I'd honestly rather tell the story of Emeral than make one-off non-canon porn pieces. Chapter 18b is rather contradictory to that, but even it told a part of her story. It showed an Emeral as she would have been from the view of James; an Emeral rougher than the one we know now, an Emeral untouched in the mind by humanity yet.

Also, it was a cute alien snogging a dude. So I'll shamelessly say that yeah, I wrote it just as much for that. Hah.