Monster Hunter Conquest Collection #1 (9 page)

As
they suckled, she cried out in her weakening state of passion.

The
prey she had hunted was meticulous, coiling more vines down to taste
at her thighs. The weird, mouth like ends felt like light suction
cups, like nimble lips by an experienced lover. Soft as rain, they
traced a pattern over her legs, across her hips and belly. The
treasure they sought was lower, though, and soon she was trembling
when she was all too aware of their presence near her lower lips.

Soft,
slick, the tentacles brushed on her inner thighs,before the first one
rolled along the length of her soaked slit. The simultaneous tugging
on her chest seemed to increase at this, like the monster was getting
excited. As if finding her essence was its goal all along.

“
Please...”
She gasped, her voice husky and for no ears but her own. “Don't
touch there, please...”

Uncaring,
or perhaps just motivated by carnal need beyond emotion, the creature
used its tendrils to gently spread her pinkness. The intimate motion
made the girl squeal, and more so when more tips began to trail along
the inner slick sides of her vulva. The suction was still there, like
several small mouths tasting her.

It
was erotic, and it was driving her mad.

Though
she couldn't get her legs free, and her arms were bound tight, she
realized she had been absently grinding her hips into the air. 'When
did I start doing that?' She wondered, ashamed at her wanton
behavior.

Her
attempt to halt, to reassess and pull herself back from the haze of
lust, failed completely when the slug drifted a tentacle to her
swollen clit. It pressed, circled, played her like an instrument, and
as she keened in pleasure, it wrapped itself around her button the
way the ones on her nipples were doing, imitating them in a perfect
rhythm.

In
seconds, the boiling heat in her belly twitched, and the Hunter
exploded, cumming hard and violently, the sensations wild and raw.
Her ears were deaf to her panting whimpers, and the tendrils seemed
to greedily suck up her juice. The amount of slickness, from her
nectar and the beast's secretions, was immense.

She
felt it sliding down her thighs, and became aware that the monster
wasn't slowing down. The rush of blood to her clit was making her
sensitive beyond comfort, and she began to whine and beg the slug to
stop; it had no compassion for her wants.

Her
brain was firing warning signals, and she was afraid she might go mad
from the ecstasy. Suddenly, a new appendage appeared, thicker than
the others. Abruptly, before she could even voice an argument, it
pushed easily, roughly, into her wet walls.

Like
fireworks, sparks of color shot into her mind, behind her eyes, and
she gaped in a long moan, shivering, squeezing as she felt another
orgasm ripple through her. Her muscles quivered over the length of
slimy rope, firm yet pliant, as she was held open by the smaller ones
that still pulsed on every part of her slit.

In,
out, the stroking rod drove into her with wild abandon, even though
the slug's face still showed nothing behind those empty onyx eyes.

Siena
was screaming, squealing, a twisting being of passion and desire.
Each time she thought it was too much, that things had gone too far,
the creature proved her wrong. It played with her rear entrance,
slim, gooey stalks slipping inside and seeming to vibrate gently.

She
lost track of how many times she had cum.

Eventually,
her mind blanking in and out of overwhelmed senses, she noticed the
slug seemed to be slowing down. The pumping was less fierce, though
the tentacle inside of her pussy seemed to be flexing, growing. In a
sobering moment, she feared it would split her in two.

Instead,
the strong burst of hot liquid inside announced the beast's own
climax. Pump after pump, she was stunned and wondered if it would
ever end. Glancing down, her dazed eyes saw the thick cream pouring
from around the tendrils inside of her. It was like honey, and she
felt filled to the brim. Afraid she might pass out, the girl held on
to her awareness, trying to focus on the eyes of the giant slug, the
only real thing nearby that wasn't gooey or caramel in color.

It
took the blonde a few minutes to grasp that the orbs before her
seemed to be wilting.

Confused,
she felt the grip on her slacken as well, and her arms soon were held
up by nothing but her own burnt out muscles. The solidness around her
feet turned to liquifying jelly, and Siena felt her stomach flip when
she understood she was sinking down with the slug into the swamp.

Scrambling,
the girl managed to push away from the odd sight, the strange
reaction that seemed to be happening before her eyes. The monster who
had seemed so vigorous before, so strong and intense, was turning
into a shapeless mass and dissipating into the water. When nothing
was left of it but the sopping mess between her legs, which as she
stood waist deep in the dark lake, was washing itself away, she
finally breathed in relief.

Yet,
even as the danger was gone, her brain itched with something to make
sense of its abrupt death.

Pondering
on everything she knew about giant slugs, it took her a few minutes
before the obvious answer clicked.

“
It
died because of all the salt in my sweat and such!” She pursed
her lips, then covered her mouth as she laughed helplessly. If the
area hadn't already been cleared by her erotic screams from earlier,
it would have been instantly.

As
her humor began to soften, a cold shudder hit her spine at the next
jolt of understanding. The cruel joke that the beast had played on
her, intentionally or not.

“
The
first monster I defeated, and it didn't even leave behind proof for
me!”

Her
clenched fists went to the air, and she gave a long, raspy shout of
frustration until her voice began to dwindle. Inhaling deep, slowly,
Siena calmed herself and closed her eyes.

'Once
more, I'm walking back naked, and with nothing to show.'

The
trek back through the swamp did nothing, frankly, to make her hatred
for them lessen one bit.

THE
END

Thanks
for indulging in another story of mine!

If
you'd like to read some of my other works, I'll recommend
Her
True Nature
for the true lovers of dark, sexy stories.

For
you wistful types, I think
Beguiling
the Crown
is a lovely tale of fate and choices.

If
you enjoy dark, rough, sexy stories with dominating male chefs, try
my Yes, Chef series;

Yes,
Chef: Punishment & Patience

Yes,
Chef #2: Service & Submission

For
some BBW stories,
Curves
in the Sand

Or,
a sexy story about a young, voluptuous baker who gets in over her
head with a dominating billionaire who buys her failing business;
Cream
With Her Curves

Or
Cruise
Line Curves
.

For
some monster fun,

Spanked
by the Fox Demon

Yielding
to Werewolves: Monster Hunter Conquest

Yielding
to the Blind Beast: Monster Hunter Conquest

Yielding
to the Mind Leech: Monster Hunter Conquest

Yielding
to the Gargoyle: Monster Hunter Conquest

For
my longer works;

Magic
Can get You Anything

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Yielding
to the Minotaur

Dethros studied her,
her captive position, and seemed satisfied. "Much better. But we
can improve this further." He reached out, fingering the opening
of her tunic. In a single flex of that arm, he tore her shirt away,
exposing her breasts and torso to the air.

It was so fast, that
at first she just gawked. A blush spread to her cheeks, red and
bright, as she sputtered in indignation. "How dare you! You have
no right!"

"Bargaining is
over. I gave you a chance earlier to surrender, remember? You chose
to fight me, and even injure me." Snorting, he looked her over,
enjoying how she wiggled helplessly. "Nice, you have pretty
tits. Why hide them?" Idly, he ran his fingers between the
valley of them, eliciting a squeak from the girl. "They could
use a bit of size, but we can fix that."

"I--what? What
do you mean?" Baffled, she felt her skin prickle at his touch.
Worse, she could see her nipples firming in the light, the skin tight
as her heart thumped. Something about this was working her up, and
she was starting to suspect it had to do with the heady, fog inducing
wild aroma of the minotaur. It was awakening something deep inside of
her, something that yearned for the contact and submission to such a
brute specimen of male dominance.

"I mean they'll
grow once we put you to use." Dethros ran his hands down,
gripping her hips and giving them a squeeze. "These, too. Nice
and round after we fill that body of yours with my seed."

Siena froze, her
voice weak and full of disbelief. "You can't be serious!"

"Of course I
am." The monster moved in, his hard muscles brushing against her
soft skin and making her gasp. He was warm, and so large he blocked
out the light when he bent close to her face. "It's what you
were made for, after all. Can't you feel it by now?" He grabbed
her chin, forcing her head back and sniffing her neck. "Human
females are extremely weak to me. Like I said, your guild told you
nothing, it seems."

The blonde was
struggling, her body heating at the way he held her, his fur soft on
her flesh. 'This can't be real, no,' her mind was working to make
sense of this. 'I can't let him get to me, I have to fight!'

The minotaur rolled
large fingers down to one of her breasts, tracing circles near the
top of the mound.

As he drew closer to
her nipple, she unconsciously started to rock her hips. She didn't
realize she was doing it until he laughed, bringing her some clarity
and making her flush in shame.

"See?"
Dethros smirked, and he toyed with both of her pert breasts almost
absently. Still, he avoided her firm rosebuds, making her flinch and
squirm. "You're not special. My pheromones are irresistible,
little one."

Gently,
he brushed the tips of her chest, and Siena found herself arching
forward with a groan. A spike of arousal shot down, making her pussy
throb almost painfully. 'Oh god, what am I doing?'