Revenge of the Lagiacrus
First (and currently still only) Monster Hunter story that I've written
The Revenge of Lagiacrus
Lagiacruz and Monster Hunter © Capcom
As she made her way through one of the underwater caves that laced the region, the Lagiacrus went over her plan in her head. Hunters that visited the area had a single base-camp, one which was situated on the top of a set of ruins which interlocked with her caves, giving her unrestricted access to the area. She'd visited the camp several times as a sort of reconaissance, and this time she new there was a hunter there. This hunter had been quite active in the area as of late, and while normally, she wouldn't give this a second thought, it was a recent hunt that had drawn her attention. Her mate of several years had claimed the nearby waters as their shared territory several months prior, and the hunter's forays had drawn her mate's attention as the food supply was being decimated. After raising hell just outside the village, the hunter was dispatched to kill her mate, and succeeded. After a brief period of mourning, she wanted revenge, and so had copied her mate's tactic of raising hell close to the village. As suspected, only a day later, the hunter had been dispatched. The Lagiacrus hid in a cave, and the hunter searched for hours trying to find her. Unable to find his target, gave up for the day and retired to his camp. This was when she struck. Quietly, the Lagiacrus heaved herself up onto the ledge that the camp was on and quickly saw her prey. Nearby, the hunter's weapon lay, well within reach of the bed. Alongside it, carefully assembled on a mannequin, was the hunter's armor. Using her tail, she picked up the mannequin, and carefully breached the surface of the water with it, and, confident that it wouldn't splash, let it sink to the bottom of the small lake. . With her prey now defenseless, the Lagiacrus licked her lips hungrily. She was going to enjoy this. Slowly, careful as to not let her teeth break skin, she got the hunter's legs into her large mouth, and using her tongue, got her prey into position and began to swallow.
It wasn't the heat slowly enveloping his legs that woke him, nor the sharp teeth pressing lightly against his chest and back, but the smell. Waking with a jolt, the hunter reached for his weapon, only to grab nothing but air. The leviathan noticed this, and quickly raised her head, bringing the hunter, who's legs were now almost completely in her throat, creating a small bulge in the exterior of her neck, up with it, before slamming him down, the blow stunning the hunter long enough for her to get the rest of his body into her mouth, following which she closed it so as not to allow him to get a hand hold. The hunter managed to shake off the stun surprisingly quickly, but not quickly enough to stand a chance of getting out of his predicament. With his arms pinned to his sides, there was little he could do but twist as the leviathan's throat claimed him up to the bottom of his ribcage.
The Lagiacrus closed her eyes out of pleasure. The feeling of such large prey moving in her throat was a pleasure rarely experienced, and she savored it while it lasted. Realizing she'd stopped swallowing, she continued, her throat finally claiming the entirety of the hunter, who began to thrash more vigorously, only to hasten his decent. After several moments, the hunter's feet entered her stomach, with the rest of him following quickly. The leviathan's stomach was quite capable of holding a full-grown human with little stretching, and the hunter came to rest in a pool of gastric juices and water. Within seconds, the hunter's skin began to tingle and he began his thrashing anew. The Lagiacrus rolled onto her back, her tongue lolling out as the hunter's thrashes slowly brought her to orgasm, and within minutes, she roared as she orgasmed, the hunter finally succumbing to lack of air and lapsing into unconciousness. The Lagiacrus yawned as her digestive system kicked into overdrive following her orgasm, and rolled over before curling up and settling into a food-induced torpor, unable to leave the camp, though she wasn't worried. It would be some time until the village find another hunter, time enough for her to digest her meal.
Before she lapsed into dream, the Lagiacrus smiled. The next hunter would meet the same fate as the first, and she would enjoy it just as much.