The Monster Fucker Diaries

Blender

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You awaken to his tight embrace. His slow, heavy breaths fan your neck. You squirm and turn your head. His eyes open halfway, gleaming with a deeply wistful need. "Please just let me have this," he softly pleads. The look alone holds you in place. You settle down and let his arms consume you. Soon, you feel his lips trail up your shoulder. Over time, he inhales your sweat and licks your goosebumps. His small moans vibrate against your skin as he suckles your neck His chest rumbles against your back. His hips shift closer, cradling yours. His bulge pulses against you through his thin pajamas. It prods the small of your back, slowly making its way between your cheeks. It nestles itself in place and seems to move on its own, rubbing into your ass. The grinding and suckling sends you into a haze of dizzying arousal. His mouth moves up your neck. A small giggle hits the sensitive flesh. His tongue slides out, deciding it wants to play with your ear. It circles the shell before digging into the canal, filling your head with lewd noises and drool. His hands slowly trail down your front, then he buries them between your thighs. His hands just stay there, enjoying the warmth as he kneads the soft flesh.

Her eyes flutter open. The air is warm with the scent of fresh baked bread, and she's surrounded by wooden walls. Her sore back is even cradled by the cushiony arm of the couch. Her eyes slowly focus on the pressure weighing down her chest. It's a pale face under a mess of powdery blue waves. She jolts when those striking red eyes lock onto hers. "Ah, you're awake, neighbor" he softly remarks, nuzzling between her breasts. Surely he can feel her heart pounding through her chest. The notion only makes it beat faster. "Do I know you..?" She manages to croak out "No, but I watched you wander around my forest all day… I just had to take you in," His forest? She's been wandering around someone's property! "But… why are you on me…?" "Because you need to be warmed up," "I feel plenty warm already!" "You want me to pull away?" "Please," He reluctantly lifts his head and leans back on his haunches in front of the couch. But he soon undoes the space between them when he leans in and folds his arms right beside her on the cushion. His eyes scan her from head to toe, with that damn grin stuck on his face. He nuzzles under her arm, pressing his face into her armpit. "So warm~" He moans, his voice earning a shudder from her ticklish body. She's left stuttering when he takes in a deep breath. Her face only heats up. He breathes in again, then licks at the under side. She squeals, trying to squirm. But he holds her still, giggling as he nuzzles firmly and pushes her further into the cushions. She's given a moment to breathe when he pulls away from her side. She looks up at him. His red eyes glint with devious delight. "You are a very amusing little creature," She just stares in flustered silence. His devious gaze softens just a bit. "I hope you don't mind all this… Attention… It's been a while since I've encountered something with warm blood" her brows crease and her eyes widen. Her gaze shifts to his mouth. She watches as he laughs softly, revealing his pointy teeth with a grin. She stiffens when he leans in. "It'll only be a few bites now and then," he whispers. She sighs, oddly comforted by the implication of 'now and then'. He nuzzles her cheek, soaking in the heat of her blush. After a long moment, he gets up to climb onto the couch. Even as he sits at the other end, he still looms over her. He closes in and wraps his arms around her. His long legs cradle her back. His chest makes for a perfect pillow, cushioning her face with just the right give. Laying on his torso feels like laying on memory foam, every part of her sinking in just enough to leave a slight impression. His hand rests on the back of her head, gently scratching her scalp. She can feel her body getting hot under the collar as she's made to lean into his torso, which is firm, yet soft, like memory foam.

He buries his face in her crotch, taking a large, greedy breath. Her hips thrash for a moment before he holds her still. He nuzzles between her thighs, purring in approval at the warm musk of sweat and arousal. She could feel her core throbbing as he filled her with vibrations.

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