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A/N Start:

This story contains extreme and sexual themes. Viewer discretion is advised.

If the following themes are unsettling for you, I advise you to leave the page:

- Monster Sex

- Vore

- Size difference

- Domination

- Violence

This is the first chapter where some of the sexual, aforementioned themes occur.

A/N End

Wet, hot, steamy, a blend of sensations assaulted my body as Nargacuga did the unexpected.

Open-mouthed, I couldn't form the words that were viscerally formulated mentally. My arms hovered around each side of his head, my belly squeezing and pecs tensing as Nargacuga's tongue grazed my wound.

His breath, tongue, and pressure applied had initially worried me. I could hear Xander's voice in my head, speculating why he would do this.

"It must be Nargacuga's way of cleaning itself!"

Cleaning humans was not the same, though the results were somewhat effective. His gentleness was astounding, though he still had to support my back with his paw as I was pushed back each lick.

"Nargacuga..." What was I going to say or do about this? The only thought I could conjure, yet not vocalize, was "This isn't the answer!" He wasn't going to understand that, and I currently had no way of convincing him to let me do things the human way. The 'human way' demanded context, in ways I couldn't imagine describing intuitively so that he'd stop what he was doing.

Embarrassment swirled like a nauseating vortex. It tickled me to a sickening degree, more than the ticklishness I felt from his tongue pressing against my belly, slowly sliding up and off.

My body was becoming moist too. The drops of water that reflected light had been lapped away, replaced with a shiny sheen of saliva that matted down hairs on my arm. What filled me with unease from all of this was where things were going.

What if he began cleaning sensitive areas of my body?

"I, uh, appreciate this," I started, wanting to conclude this cleaning session and assure Nargacuga he had done a helpful deed. This spurred an undesired reaction, encouraging him to continue and even perform more adamantly.

The wounded area was better, though the rest of my body had been mostly untouched, and so Nargacuga's strokes became firmer. I was truly getting pushed into his paw now, his tongue pressing with more force against my body.

All I could smell was hot monster breath, and each breath only made me feel how wet my body was becoming. An inescapable musk filled my nostrils, complimented by taste when his tongue slammed my face against his paws.

"Nar-" I shut my mouth quickly, his tongue covering my entire face and upper torso, sliding up. My eyes squinted as the pink appendage pressed into me and I could practically see each taste bud resting against my skin, leaving traces of saliva as his tongue made a sliding sound, then a wet smack each time his tongue would retreat and then push into me again.

It felt like a sloppy kiss, except there was no romantic intent in his actions. However, monstrous gestures translated into human ones made each lick imbue inevitable emotions that conflicted and panicked me.

This feels good.

The thought made me almost moan in fright. The texture and sensations, all new and exotic, felt like some twisted form of foreplay. Nargacuga's obliviousness filled me with guilt. If I let this keep on, it would be taking advantage of his natural behavior whilst receiving what I couldn't deny was pleasurable.

"Stop..." I breathed out as his tongue retreated. It was the first time in what had only been a minute that I saw his eyes meet mine. My hands retreated from the sides of his head, where they had floated around in a confused manner, now in front of his closed muzzle as he analyzed my behavior.

My heart beat as if someone had kissed me fully on the lips, my breathing was short and quick-paced, and my cheeks and ears were red; all signs of pleasure mixed with embarrassment.

"I-I use the soap to clean myself. This is too much." I didn't know how else to put it, hoping my emotions would help connect the dots. His gaze read me thirstily, enamored by my reaction to his actions. Understanding of my predicament filled his eyes as I awaited some sort of response, my breath hanging in the air.

"It feels good, it's not cleaning me. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, I didn't know what to do," I followed up. Finally, I began to sense some emotional responses to Nargacuga's official understanding of what his actions were causing.

Curiosity, pleasure, humor. A jaunting expression pointed at me laughingly, his realization clear as day that he understood what was unfolding. Despite knowing this, that left curiosity. As I picked apart his reasoning for curiousness, something dawned on me that revealed his intents.

If I could feel pleasure, then he was probably feeling it too.

"Uh..." Stop? Was that what I planned to say to a monster who had discovered human pleasure? His reaction was unexpected but there was no going back from what he was now intrigued by. I could feel between each hot breath that he was not going to let up.

He had been given but a taste of my pleasure, and he knew it. That wasn't enough.

Lick. Lick. Lick. The first lick was forward and quick. My arms were engulfed in his maw, sliding against his gums before my arms quickly jerked to my sides and against his paw. His muzzle was a couple of inches from my face, invasive and only leaving room for his tongue to fill in as it pressed between my body and his black-rimmed lips.

Each smacking noise his gestures made pinged a repetitive thought in my head that I realized was Nargacuga's.

You taste nice.

Was he referring to my pleasure, as if it were palatable? Was my body salty and he happened to like that? Part of me felt it was both and a twisted sense of flattery made my brain do a front flip.

This is awesome!

This is fucking bad!

A tug of war between dignity and newly birthed fetishes unraveled. Nargacuga's curiosities had been confirmed, leaving him with cravings for what I was feeling, each lick intent of making me feel good. I panted, being eaten up by his stare as it examined my behavior and searched for ways of pushing further.

As my mental state waded into a field of fantasies, I was pushed back by a sickening thought that emerged from the deepest realms of pleasure: what if he made me cum?

"Wait!" I was so infatuated and hadn't realized it, but now was filled with horror over the thought of cumming. That was where this was going, and as my hands tried to push at the front of his muzzle, his paw slipped away from my back and I crashed to the ground.

As soon as my arms flopped outwards, both his paws rested on top of them, like walls that towered over my splayed-out body. It was a canyon filled in by me, accessible only by Nargacuga as he stared down at me amusedly.

I'm bigger than you.

That's what he was demonstrating. He was proud, intent on pushing me into the realm of pleasure that I feared. Why I was so afraid, I became uncertain. I had initially not wanted to be pleasured because I believed he was unaware of his actions, but this moment made it all too clear he was aware, even self-centered, and ready to indulge himself in my ecstasies.

My heart sped up, for the first time not ushered by a sense of worry. My worries had been stomped out by the weird fetishes I had been shoving aside. They screamed out in approval of the beast that lingered above me, spectating my mental process as if it were a comedy. I could feel his anticipation barely holding back his impatience as he awaited my defeat. He wanted to see me give in to the pleasure, and he knew this was the moment.

The last of my doubts were channeled into a kick that he swiftly countered. His maw opened and closed, lips smooshing my leg as it disappeared in his mouth. What I couldn't see, I could feel and almost picture in my head as his tongue slid up and down in a purposefully slow manner.

His throat thrummed, fully attuned to my pleasure as my whole body heated up from his provocative motions. My tingling body was his tingling body, whereas my bodily tastes that invoked Nargacuga with hunger and arousal had become my own.

Hesitantly, my other leg twitched. It was the slightest twitch, rather a feeling that drew Nargacuga's eyes to my leg. It was a turning point. I wanted him to slip my other leg into his maw.

I wanted him to taste me.

Open and shut in the blink of an eye, my other leg was sucked in and my body was almost pulled forward. If not for his paws that kept my arms pinned, I could easily see myself halfway in his gullet from the sucking power he possessed.

My body was light and easy to move around, and Nargacuga learned quickly how uncomplicated it was to move me around and what most pleased me. Holding me in place allowed him to run his tongue up and down as he suckled on my lower body and was able to not suck me in. The push and pull created a unique friction as my lower waist popped in and out of his lips.

Musk...

He was referring to my cock and balls, a culprit of newfound obsessions. His nostrils twitched, hunger increasing as his focus shifted toward my sensitive areas. Nargacuga knew this was where things would get interesting, and he wasted no time moving past tasting me and exploring a new realm of possibilities.

If not for this kinship stone, I would be much more frightened by this obvious foreplay. My head was swarmed by salacious thoughts: "More, more, more!"

I never thought I'd find such joy being half inside a Nargacuga's mouth, but this feeling was unlike anything I'd imagined. His mental chants became my own as new fantasies prompted new events. My cock had become erect and the sole thing being looked at. Nargacuga knew he had struck gold, and I was beyond myself with our mixed pleasures channeling through me. My hips thrusted upward each suckle that grinded me against his tongue and lips.

Sadly, I slowly slipped out his mouth, legs plopping on the ground. No longer thrusting, I looked up at him panting, no longer doubt-filled and begging for climax. It didn't take a genius to realize where the greatest pleasures would be revealed.

Slowly, he sniffed around my member, purposefully teasing me as his quick little huffs only made me painfully aware of the fact that he wasn't licking me. My body vibrated with chills, missing the feeling of his warm tongue and making me shiver with sexual tension. These were the final moments, Nargacuga knew it, and he slowly delivered the first lick.

I groaned querulously, wishing he would accept my seed. At this point, I lacked doubts and was crazed with deliverance. I wanted Narhacuga's desires fulfilled, as they had become my own, but he now was expertly savoring the build-up. I didn't know if it was sexual or instinctual intuition, but his slowness was paying off and edging me in a way that brought us to levels of rapture that left me gawking.

The second lick was where I took it all in. My balls would get cradled by his tongue as it curled under, and then pushed up. My shaft pressed against my belly, twitching and pulsating against my body which was beating in rhythm with my heart as my head thumped along with my now dizzy state.

The third lick felt like forever. It was where I knew what to expect and was going crazy waiting. It was where my eyes locked with Nargacuga's, mutual excitement pinned on this moment because we both knew this was where I would cum. As his tongue snaked out his mouth, complimented by a husky huff, his paws gripped my unmoving, ready body.

My expectations were exceeded as his tongue made contact, feeling better than I remembered it. I groaned aloud, half of my cum coating my belly and the other shooting onto his tongue, spurt after spurt. Nargacuga purred in a deep way I had never heard, obviously satisfied. He was quick to clean me, a sense of being satiated pulling me from my feeling of bliss.

In celebration, Nargacuga reared upwards and roared. As he stood up, I noticed his cock was twitching and a puddle of cum soaked into the grass. The thing was huge, and my once-paralyzed state had become lively, intent on returning the favor to a small degree. My wet body maneuvered quickly underneath him, hands holding the sides of his shaft.

They were small in comparison, though it was enough to return a fraction of the pleasure. I squeezed and pumped forward, thinking I could milk the last of his ejaculation. I could not deny my curiousness, having felt the satisfaction Nargacuga had felt upon tasting my body and semen. What I wasn't expecting was another powerful round of cum to shoot out and cause me to fall back in surprise.

My body shivered with delight, a sense of Narhacuga's release crippling me. Such levels of pleasure rendered me in a state of motionlessness as I laid out in sweet relief. His semen was salty, similar to what Nargacuga's impression of mine was like. It reminded me of his musk I had grown accustomed to, only stronger and something I had to work for; something I now desired. One last time, Nargacuga licked his excitement off of me.

I had fucked a monster, or rather it pleasured me, and could feel my pleasure to the point where he ejaculated. I didn't know whether to label that as intercourse or as a weird method of inadvertent masturbation. Perhaps Nargacuga had never felt pleasure in such a way and only chased those sensations when pursuing a mate.

Now, he had a way to achieve such pleasures and sensations through me. As he curled around me, getting into a signature position of a paw behind and head in front, his eye praised me in a pleased manner. Our first steps toward understanding each other and growing a bond had been beyond successful.

I wasn't sure if that's how Xander would interpret that once he returned. I also couldn't fathom him knowing about this. No matter how I felt, an unshakable truth purred in front of me that urged I rest with him.

Monsters really like sexual pleasures.