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Monster March: Balam the Demon
🕑 Added 2023-03-30 18:00:01 +0000 UTCMale Monster x Female Human
I was summoned, woken from a deep and wonderful sleep, by some jackass with more ego than his crappy life should allow. Whatever their reasoning was for summoning me and pissing me off was not worth my time or effort. All I wanted was to sleep, to nap, to dream and perhaps rid myself of this world for a few extra centuries before I really had to go to work. Unfortunately, this asshat of a ‘wizard’ thought I would be better used attacking some poor girl.
That’s when things got really weird.
The fight with the girl was long and arduous and she gave as good as she got it from me. I was impressed, but I was also on the edge of madness thanks to that fucking ‘wizard’ and whatever it was he did to control me. I struck at that girl as hard as I could, giving her every ounce of my hatred and blinding rage. She was strong though and tried to speak ‘what good was left within me.’ Too bad that I was basically muzzled. Even if I wanted to respond to her desperate cries for reason, I couldn’t. So i just kept hammering at her.
Just when I thought it was the end, the girl performed some…I dunno, some drag show epics of a costume change. Then with a few strikes of her magic candy wand or whatever it was, I was down for the count. I fell asleep, or at least just unconscious. Well, whatever it was, it wasn’t nearly long enough to prepare for me the utter, wreaking bullshit I was about to wake up into.
Everything feels warm and fluffy around me. I can smell something nice, like perfume and clean laundry. Beyond that there was the sound of racing feet on a hardwood floor and a woman yelling. I hear giggles and laughter and the a door closing.
I sit up, feeling really strange. My body feels a little stiff yet a little loose at the same time. Looking down at my hands I let out an ungodly scream of horror. My giant claws and fourteen fingers are gone. There’s tiny stuffed paws with little pink pads in their place.
“What’s going on?” A woman gasps as she races into the room.
I stare up at her, recognizing her face. It’s the magical drag queen girl. I scream and lunge, mauling her face while she stumbles backward and falls on the ground.
“Get off me! Get off!” She struggles and fights, managing to rip me away. I keep hissing and trying to rip away her skin, but this fucking awful paws do absolutely nothing except muss up her hair.
“What the fuck is happening!” The woman screams as she continues to wrestle me. Eventually she rips me off her head and tosses me clear across the room.
I hit the wall with a pitiful thud and plop down onto a washing machine full of the dirty laundry. I jump out screaming and the woman smashes the lid of the washing machine down on my head.
“Let me out of here!” I scream and thrash about.
“Not until you calm down!” The woman snaps.
I scream and writhe about in the washing machine. I try to summon my powers but they’re squashed and stifled down by all the fluffy stuffing inside my body. “You should have killed me when you had the chance!”
“I don’t kill anyone! I know you were being used by Comodonian!” She gasps.
I plop down in the dirty laundry and start ripping the clothes I pick up.
“What’re you doing?” She snaps.
I rip more clothes then reach for something else. “What the fuck I want.” The new article of clothing I pick up as a dusky scent that makes my ears perk up. I sniff and hold it to my face as the aroma reminds me of oracles who would fuck me and pleasure me to receive my blessing.
The woman opens the door and her expression is of shock and disgust.
I then glance at the panties I’ve had smashed against my face and I throw them at her. She sees through this distraction and reaches inside, grabbing me and yanking me out by the scruff of my neck. I roar and hiss, kicking and screaming as she carries me. She then tosses me into a cage and locks the door.
I scream and rattle the door. “You can’t keep me like this! Don’t you know who I am?” I scream at her.
The woman sighs as she sits down before me and the cage. “Right now, a pain in my side.” She tilts her head and looks at me. “My daughter just left for school and I have a lot of work to get done.”
“I’ll eat your daughter!” I roar.
“You couldn’t even eat a hard candy right now.” She pokes her finger into the cage and moves around inside my mouth.
I spit her out and grab her finger, yanking and pulling on her hand so it smashes against the cage. “I can find knives! Big knives!”
She yanks her hand away and in the next instance picks up and cage and shakes it. She then slams the cage down and looks back at me. “You aren’t a threat.”
“Why did you do this to me?” I roar as I slam my body against the cage door and try to break it. But I realize that throwing a stuffed toy at a door is like waving a tissue at glass to break it. It’s just not going to happen.
“I didn’t mean to!” The woman plops down in a chair and looks at me. “That was my first time transforming like that! Let alone using that spell! I thought you’d just gone away.” She whines and holds her face in her hands.
I glare at her. “Why was I even fighting you?”
The woman huffs. “Comodonian have been fighting since I was a little girl.”
“That asshole has been fighting children?” I scoff. “I knew I hated him but holy shit. Even I wouldn’t fight a little girl.”
“Right?” The woman gasps. “He’s been sending your kind after me constantly. Usually my spells seal them away and I can send them somewhere beyond his reach but-” she sighs and her bright brown eyes falter as she looks at me. “I didn’t realize you were still in there. I just brought you back home for my daughter to play with.”
“I am not a toy!” I throw myself at the cage door and flop back down. I see all four of my fluffy pink paws and I groan in defeat.
“I know that.” The woman mutters.
I sit back up and snarl. “Can you reverse this?”
She grimaces.
“You can’t undo this bullshit?” I writhe and thrash again.
“I don’t know!” She snaps at me. “I told you the last transformation was new!” She frowns and rakes her fingers harshly along her scalp. “I’m sorry!”
“You’re going to be sorry!” I roar at her. “I’m going to make your life a living hell as long as I’m stuck like this! I can’t go home like this! I can’t show my face looking like whatever cute happy meal toy I am!” I shake and rattle the cage door. “I’m going to be up your ass until you get me my old body back!”
The woman’s posture slacks and sinks. “I know. I know.” She slams her forehead down on the table.
I grin. “I like that. Do it again.”
She sighs and lays her cheek on the table. “You were a really hot demon too.”
I’ve suffer a lot of embarrassing injustice today but this takes the breath from me. “Excuse me? What the fuck was that?”
“You were really hot,” she murmurs dreamily. “All big and thick like that.” She smiles to herself. “I used to always fall for Comodonian’s henchmen. Happened so much he stopped having them.” She looks up at me. “Fighting creatures like you during my formative years didn’t help me form any natural sexual attractions. Nowadays if they don’t tower five feet above me and don’t have claws that can rip me apart I’m not interested.”
I just stare at her for the longest time in silence. “Who the fuck are you?”
She sits up and looks at me. “Birdie,” she sighs.
“That’s a stupid name!”
She glares at me. “At least I’m not a stuffed bear.”
I snarl at her but I know it’s not doing me any favors. I flop back in the cage and look down at my stupid, ridiculous paws.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “I’ll do what I can to get you back to normal.” She tilts her head. “What’s your name?” She asks me.
I sigh and shake my head. “What does it matter?”
“My daughter has been calling you Bratwurst.” Birdie’s smirk is enough to make me want to rage again.
“You make her stop!” I roar at her.
Birdie giggles and stands up from the table. “Then what do you want to be called?” She asks me again.
I frown. “I don’t deserve my old name.”
“Then Bratwurst it is.”
I throw myself at the cage door. “No you won’t!”
“I have work that needs to get done,” Birdie then tells me. “So, chill out, calm down, and stay there for a while. Once I’m done I’ll see what I can do about changing you back.”
“Wait a second!” I smash my face against the door. “You’re just going to leave me here? Let me out!”
Birdie turns and gives me a scolding look. “You threatened me with a knife. Not to mention you said you’d make my life hell. I need to get work done and that’s hard enough without you.” She walks away and I scream as loud as I can.
After a while, my throat goes hoarse and I lay down in the cage. I sigh, staring out the window the cage is facing. I watch a bird as it nestles into a nest. I glare at it, hoping the bird and it’s eggs explode.
“Are you still here?”
I look up as Birdie comes into the room. “Where the fuck else could I possibly go?”
Birdie sits down at the table again. “It’s been quiet, I got concerned.”
I scoff and turn my head away.
“Can you eat?” Birdie asks. “Do you need anything?”
“Why do you care?” I growl under my breath and cross my stubby stupid arms against my chest.
“Because it’s my fault.”
I glance back at Birdie and her guilty expression. “Damn right it is.” I turn my head away again.
“I’ve already contacted some people to ask them for their advice, but no one is sure. A friend of mine said it could take time. That you’ll slowly start regaining your powers and strength. If that’s the case, and you promise to behave as well as you can, you can stay here.”
I cut my eyes at her. “How do you plan on apologizing to me?”
Birdie’s brow arches. “What do you mean?”
I stand at the cage door. “Once I have my full body back, I expect a full apology from you.” I snarl and curl my lip over where my teeth should be.
“Once again,” she scoffs. “What the hell do you mean?”
“You found me so attractive,” I smirk, “then why not apologize to me with your whole body. Like the oracles used to?”
Birdie glares at me. “I said you were hot I didn’t say I’d want to bang you!”
“You owe me!” I roar. I then grin. “I’m quite good at it.” I reach down and grimace when I can’t find my cock.
Birdie rolls her eyes. “Are men the same everywhere?”
“At least i’m asking!” I snap at her.
“Hmm,” she blows a loose hair from her face. “You hate me, why would you even want that?”
“You panties smelled awfully good.”
Birdie picks up the cage and shakes it.
“Fuck! Ah! Stop! Why?” I scream as I bounce off the walls of the cage.
Birdie slams the cage back down. “Don’t forget that.”
I glare at her. “You want me to behave? Then I better have some damn good pot of gold waiting for me at the end of this awful rainbow.”
“And my pussy is that pot of gold?” Birdie snarls.
I grin. “Your ass too, but that’s up to you.”
Birdie goes to pick up the cage again. “Ok fine! Pussy! Pussy!”
Birdie huffs. “You won’t try to harm me or my daughter?” She glares harshly at me. “Because if you harm one hair on her head.”
“I don’t mess with kids! I’m not a monster.” I shake my head. “Your daughter isn’t even going to be a blip on my radar.”
Birdie sighs in defeat and her shoulder slouch. “Fine.”
“Really?” I laugh triumphantly.
“Once you’re back to normal, we’ll have sex.” Birdie opens up the cage. “But you’ll abide by my rules?”
I step out of the cage and stretch, “Tie me up for all I care. As long as you ride me all night, that’s all I want.”
Birdie smirks. “You’ll be wearing my panties and calling me Master if I tie you up.”
I growl. “Don’t make me fall in love with you now. You do that and I will not show you any mercy.”
“Fall in love with me and that’s your coffin.” She looks out the window at the bird in the nest then scoffs. “Hungry?”
“I smelled coffee earlier.” I jump down from the table. “Is that an option?”
Birdie waves me into the kitchen. “I didn’t know demons even drank coffee.” She says. “How do you take it?”
“Three sugars, no dairy.” I climb up to the counter as Birdie takes down a mug. I notice she’s rather flat chested but has thighs and an ass that could kill a man. She torso was short and had narrow shoulders, so the straps of her tank top kept sliding off and she had to adjust them.
“I didn’t know demons were lactose intolerant,” Birdie smirks as she pours me a cup of coffee then stirs in the sugar.
“Shut up.” I look at the mug she sets before me. I struggle but I’m able to pick it up and take a big gulp.
“Did it work?” Birdie tilts her head. “Or do you need a wash?”
I laugh and lift my head. “Seems like I can eat and drink.” I set the mug down. “I guess that’s the start.”
Birdie smiles at me. “Ok good. Tonight is pizza night. So once Alice gets home, we’re going to order.”
I watch her as she walks across the kitchen. I never considered myself an ass man, but Birdie could easily make me one. I even have the dirty thought of letting her sit on me, but right now in my state that could kill me.
“Is Alice the product of your demon lust?” I tease and take a victorious sip of coffee.
Birdie glares back at me. “That’s none of your concern. You leave Alice alone, understand?”
“I told you, I don’t mess with kids. If she leaves me alone then all the better.” I sit down, finding it easier to drink the coffee that way.
“Alice puts up with a enough shit. She doesn’t need you piling on to it.” Birdie growls.
I watch her as she cleans the kitchen, staying silent as she grumbles and mutters under her breath. The more I watch her the more scars I see on her body. Attacks from Comodonian and his kind I’m sure. Wounds from long hard battles fought and suffered. If she’s been fighting Comodonian since she was a kid there’s no telling how many fights she’s been through, including mine.
“Why don’t you just kill Comodonian?” I ask.
Birdie stops and looks at me from washing the dishes. She glances back into the soapy water. “It’s not that simple.” She then turns at a sound outside. She rinses off her hands and wipes them on her jeans.
The door opens. “I’m home!” Alice comes into the room. She’s short and chubby, looking almost like her mom.
Birdie stoops to greet her, giving her a hug and a kiss. “Good day at school?”
“No,” Alice shakes her head. “It’s school Mom.”
Birdie smirks. “Ok, fair.”
Alice spots me on the counter. “What’re you doing with Bratwurst?”
“Leaving me alone. You should do the same,” I hiss at her.
Alice’s eyes go wide. “Whoa! Mom, what’s up?” She points back to me as she turns to her mother.
“Long story, baby,” Birdie sighs. “He’s actually the last demon Comodonian sent at me. Turns out he wasn’t quite so defeated.”
“Oh!” Alice comes over to the counter and looks up at me. “So you’re a demon still?”
I curl my lip at her. “Don’t judge on appearances, little girl, it’s tacky.”
Birdie pulls Alice away. “Have you thought about what you wanted for pizza night?” I ask her.
“Yeah!” Alice spins around and starts bouncing excitedly.
That evening Birdie and Alice set up a room for me. It’s actually the closet under the stairs. As I’m sitting there, contemplating if I should go and eat everything in the fridge, there’s a knock at my door.
“Go away!” I snap.
“Do I have to?” Alice asks.
I roll my eyes and snarl. “You should be in bed kid.”
Alice opens the door. “I just wanted to talk,” she whispers.
I look her over, she really does look like a clone of her mother. “What for?” I grumble at her. “Didn’t your mom tell you to stay away?”
Alice sits down so she doesn’t hit her head. “You’re going to be stayin with us for a while,” she says. “I just wanted to get to know you. Mom said you’d slowly start turning back into your demon form and you’d leave once you did.”
I frown at her overly excited smile. “And?”
“I want you to stay,” Alice replies. “For my mom.”
I flare at her. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Alice sighs and looks down at the ground. “I know my Mom is lonely. And because of her work, she doesn’t get to meet many people. She’s always protecting people and looking out for them, but no one does that for her.”
“You want me to protect your mom?” I scoff. “You do remember I’m a demon right?”
“She said you were really tough,” Alice murmurs, “one of the hardest fights she’s ever been in. If you stayed by her side-” she hesitates and picks at the hem of her nightgown.
“I’m not a protector, kid,” I sneer at her. “I’m a demon. There’s a reason that Comodonian summoned me to fight your mom in the first place.”
“He’s just going to keep doing it,” Alice grumbles. “You could fight him all you want to pay him back. I just though, maybe, you liked my mom some.”
I can’t tell her the deal her mom and I have worked out, no way. “Look, once I’m back to normal I’m going home.”
“This could be your home,” Alice offers. “You wouldn’t have to go anywhere. You could stay here and my mom would have a friend. If she really likes you, then you could go out and stuff!”
I laugh and smirk at her. “You’d really want your mom dating a demon?”
“She’s done it before,” Alice shrugs. “Like my Dad.”
I scoff and shake my head. “Once this is all said and done, kid, I’m going home. Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“Could I pay you then?” She takes a piggy bank from behind her back and pushes it to me. “I’ve been putting money in here since I was three! This thing is stuffed to the bacon with cash.”
I snort as I look at the piggy bank. “You think you can pay me?”
“Please!” Alice throws herself on the ground before me. “I just want my mom to be happy!”
I sigh and shake my head. “You’re a weird kid. But the answer is no.”
Alice pops up and glares at me. “You’re going to be here for a long time, Bratwurst.”
“Not my name.”
“So while you’re here in my house, I’m going to keep asking you. Everyday I’m going to ask you the same question over and over.” She blows a hair from her face. “Be prepared for that.” She walks away and slams my door closed.
I laugh and lay back down.
I wake up and find I’m a little too big for my bed. I’m already starting to change.
“You awake?” Birdie knocks on the door.
“Unfortunately,” I scoff as I step out. “What do you want?”
Birdie motions to the kitchen. “Breakfast,” she replies. “Alice just left but there is still some pizza left over.”
I frown. “Pizza for breakfast?”
“It’s her favorite.” Birdie smiles.
During the day, Birdie does her chores and then goes into her room where she says she does work. I’m not sure what her work is aside from the magical girl shit, but during those couple of hours she works I get time to myself.
Everyday I change a little bit more. I grow a little, the texture of my fur changes, I’ve even grown some teeth. Alice has started keeping a photographic log of my progress and has been posting the pictures on the wall in her bedroom.
One day I catch Alice packing a bag.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“I’m going to my Dad’s place,” Alice says. “Mom knows she’s supposed to take a picture of you everyday.”
“Your dad?” I ask. “Didn’t you say he was a demon?”
“Kind of,” Alice huffs. “He lives as a human. I stay with him every other week.”
I scoff. “Well, thank god it’ll be quiet around here for once.” I grumble.
“Take care of Mom ok?” Alice asks. “I know she’s lonely when I’m not here. Just be nice to her, ok?”
“Alice?” Birdie calls from the front. “Your Dads here!”
“Coming!” Alice then turns to me and pats the top of my head. “I’ll see you later.” She scampers off. I then watch from her window as this tall, pale guy in a trench coat takes Alice’s hand and holds it. He picks her up and spins her around as she cackles before they get into a fancy black car.
I walk out to the living room where Birdie is sitting, she has a wine bottle in her hand and takes a drink from it.
“Wow, you really let go when Alice isn’t here.” I crawl on the couch with her and take the bottle.
“Yeah, well-” she scoffs.
I take a drink and pass her back the bottle. “You don’t have a boyfriend?” I ask. “Girlfriend?”
Birdie scoffs. “Not since I had Alice,” she sighs.
“Why aren’t you still with her dad?” I ask.
Birdie glares at me as her answer.
“Fine, fine,” I huff.
“Do you know what I do for work?” Birdie scoffs. “When I close my door and ask for you to leave me alone?”
I take the wine bottle back from her. “I really don’t care.”
Birdie laughs and turns to me. “I turn on a camera and masturbate for money,” she whispers directly into my fluffy hear.
I choke on the big gulp of wine in my throat and whip around to glare at her. “Why are you telling me this?” I sniff and wipe at my mouth. “Because I’m going to find those videos.”
Birdie laughs and smiles at me. “Because you’re the only adult like thing I can talk to right now. And even though you’re some horrible demon, I know you won’t judge me.” She sighs and closes her eyes. “Being a magical girl…I don’t know when I’ll be called away or when Comododian will strike. It’s the best I can do while also supporting Alice and making sure she has as normal a life as she can.”
I sigh and take the wine bottle back. “If I had an ass like that I’d ask people to pay to see it.” I gulp down some wine while Birdie giggles.
“Thank you,” she sighs and leans over, resting her head on my shoulder. “I needed that.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” I snarl down at her.
Birdie sits back up. “Nevermind.” She takes the wine back and finishes off the bottle. “Just looking for a little comfort.”
“Alice was right, you are pathetic when she isn’t around.”
Birdie snorts and grins at me. “She would say that.” She stands up and stretches. “I’ll go order us some takeout for tonight.”
I watch Birdie in the kitchen. She leans over the counter as she places the online order. If my dick was back I’d knock the loneliness out of her now. I can’t stand seeing her look this way.
“What?” Birdie catches me staring.
I frown and look away. “Nothing,” I grumble. “I just think it’s stupid someone like you feels lonely like this.”
“Someone like me?” Birdie scoffs.
I glare up at her. “You’re beautiful,” I snarl. “You’re also not annoying to be around. So I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you.” I shake my head. “I’m going to my room, let me know when there’s food.”
Birdie stands there for a moment before chasing after me. “Wait! Why did you say that?”
I glare back at her. “Because I meant it.” I motion into my room. “Now, I’m going to use this computer I stole to find your videos, that way, I’ll know what exactly I want when I get my dick back.”
Birdie frowns. “Excuse me?” She snaps.
“I’m not waiting to get my entire form back,” I snarl at her. “Not after everything. Once I get my cock back I’m going to fuck the loneliness right out of you.” I lick my lips, only now realizing I have a tongue. “I’ll fuck you every night if I have to.”
Birdie’s cheeks are bright red and she looks away from me. “You don’t have to.”
I smirk when I smell that dusky, heady scent in the air. “Have you been thinking about me?” I growl. “My old body and the way you’d use it?”
Birdie pouts at me and she pinches her thighs together. “Maybe.”
“Good,” I smirk. “I want you to be ready.”
There’s a knock at the door and Birdie goes to answer it. She comes back with the takeout and we sit down to eat. We’re both silent, we’ve said enough to one another already. I can even see the wheel’s turning in Birdie’s head. She wants me. I know that she does. I want her too, more than I even realized. Stupid Alice has gotten into my head.
I wake up the next morning finding my little room is more cramped than normal. I struggle to get out of the door and I fall into the kitchen. I grumble and cuss under my breath and I look up, seeing Birdie sitting at the table, light still off, and gazing into her cup of coffee.
“You ok?” I grunt as I climb up into a chair.
“Hmm,” I all she responds with.
I stare across the table at her. “You alive?”
“Hmm,” is all she says again.
I walk up on the table and cross to her. I plant a long, hard kiss on her lips, even dragging my tongue along hers and she tastes like morning breath and coffee, not good. Birdie moans and for a moment I think she’s going to push me away. Instead she presses closer and sucks on my tongue. I push closer and feel a strange sensation below.
Birdie pulls back. “Is that uhm-” she glances down caustiously then squeezes her eyes shut. “You…grew something last night.”
“I did.” I pull back and stroke my newly grown cock in my fist. I grin wickedly. “It’s a grower, I assure you.”
Bridie scoffs and walks away from the table.
“Hey, come on!” I laugh. “You seemed into it last night.”
The bathroom door shuts and I stare down at my dick. “Ah, it’s good to have you back old friend.”
I’m about a quarter of the size I used to be, everywhere not just there mind you. Standing now i come up to Birdie’s thigh. Maybe in a day or two I’ll be her height. As much as I want her now, I feel like it would be an embarrassment to try anything now. Ridiculous really.
That evening I find Birdie in the kitchen alone again. She’s putting on a pot of coffee and watching the storm rage outside. I hadn’t seen her all day. After that morning I had been busy tending to other things in private.
“Are there any left overs?” I ask as I walk into the kitchen.
Birdie turns towards me. “I think so. If you want anything I can make you something.”
I look up at her, seeing her cheeks are red and her gaze is a bit distant. I turn back to look inside the fridge and roam around.
“You know-” Birdie starts then hesitates. “Never mind.”
“No,” I close the fridge door. “What? What do I know?”
Birdie looks away from me and her face is much darker in color. She giggles shyly and shakes her head. “No. No. Really. I’ve lost the nerve now.”
I grin up at her. “You’ve got me curious. What is it?”
Birdie smirks down at me and bites her lip. “It just seems like…well-” she sits down at the table. “You got bigger when we were kissing.”
I laugh. “Yeah I did.”
“No!” She snaps at me. “I mean like overall. You got taller, changed a little faster.” She licks her lips. “So I was thinking, maybe it’s just close contact with me that helps unseal you.”
“Give me the shortest version of this you can,” I grunt.
Birdie pouts and fidgets in her chair. “Maybe if we…fooled around, it would help you unseal faster.”
I take in a slow victorious breath. “What do you consider fooling around?”
Birdie stands up and waves for me to follow her. She takes me upstairs to her bedroom and closes the door as I walk inside. The storm rages on with thunder rumbling in the distance. Wind makes the rain beat against the window drowning out the sounds of the world.
Birdie unbuttons her shorts and drops them around her ankles and kicks them away. My eyes travel up her thighs and lands on her mound where there is a bush of dark curls. I suck in a breath and growl low in my throat.
Birdie reaches down, opening her thighs and using her fingers to show me the wet, pink flower behind the bush.
“And?” I snarl at her, licking my sharp teeth. “Is this just show and tell?” I’m getting harder by the second. It’s a pulsing, vibrating feeling and with each breath there is a sharp, painful surge in my loin. I’ve never felt this painfully aroused before.
Birdie swirls her fingers around, touching herself as her wetness seeps between her fingers. She lifts up her shirt with her free hands and shows me her small pointed breasts. Her nipples are hard and berry like. She twists one between her fingers and lets out the most exquisitely pleasurable moan I’ve ever heard.
I’m drooling and I’m so hard I might actual pass out from the pain. My long tongue hangs out from my jowls and all I can taste in the air is her delectable scent.
“Are you just going to stand there?” Birdie pants.
“You want me to climb you?” I snarl at her.
Birdie smirks and sits down on the edge of the bed, splaying her legs open. “Will this work?”
I stand between her thighs, admiring her warm, dark vulva and the dark lips inside. One is a little bigger than the other and her clit is plump and eager. I lean in, licking her and growling as I push my tongue inside her.
Birdie gasps and grabs the back of my head. Her fingers tangle in my fur and pull. I snarl and slurp as I taste her, finding myself hunching over a bit to reach her. I lift my head and lick away her wetness from my jowls. Birdie gazes at me, a lustful look in her eyes. She brushes under my eyes and counts. I have four now.
“It’s working.” I snarl as I climb up onto the bed with her. I kiss her and grinding myself against her warm, soft thigh. I grab at her breasts, teasing and twisting her nipples with my claws. Oh perfect, I have claws again.
“This feels good,” Birdie mewls.
I chuckle and kiss her cheek and neck. “Does it now?”
Her fingers wrap around my cock, slowly stroking it. “You’re getting bigger.”
“Good,” I snarl. “I want to give you a fucking you deserve.” I run my claws through her hair.
Birdie kisses me then pushes me down on the bed. I sneer up at her. “You think you can push me around?”
Birdie chuckles and kisses down my chest. “I’m trying to enjoy it while I can.”
My tail coils around her leg and squeezes her thighs. Oh good, I have my tail back now too. “I think your little theory is working.”
Her warm, wet tongue glides up my cock and I almost get a nose bleed from the relief. “I think so too.” She takes me in her mouth and I have to close my eyes. I growl and rut, pushing deeper into her mouth as she sucks me.
Birdie gasps and pulls up. “Hey, easy there.” She strokes me as she gives me a scolding look.
“Been a while,” I catch my breath.
“Try ten years,” Birdie scoffs at me. She sits up and strips away the rest of her clothes. She climbs on top of me, her wonderful thighs straddling me. “Can you live up to your own hype?”
I smirk up at her. “If not. I owe you big time.”
Birdie rubs against me, her wetness covering my cock as she tests the sensation. After a moment she leans forward and takes my tip into place. Easing down she moans softly then shivers. She takes all of me and grinds me inside her.
I’m not prepared. This deep, all encompassing heat and wetness has my head spinning. If I’m not careful I’ll disappoint her. I bite my cheek, focusing on that pain rather than the joy of being inside her.
Birdie looks down at me and her eyes get a little wider. I sit up, touching her with four hands as she grips onto my shoulders. I lean in, kissing her and grabbing her hips with all of my hands.
“Bite me,” I snarl into her ear.
“What? Why?” I pant.
“Just do it!” I growl as I rut my hips.
She bites my neck and I focus on that pain. I move her, using my hands and hips. Her teeth drag down my body and my horns hit the ceiling, dragging along it and knocking down debris. I push her onto the bed and roll my hips. I look down, seeing how much I fill her and stretch her.
Birdie bites me again but it works against me. I like it too much. Inside she’s gripping me tight, squeezing and flexing. I thrust harder, faster, snarling and roaring even as the wind and rain howl horribly. Birdie’s voice picks up, she sighs and moans and lets out a long, deep wail.
I let out a roar that rattles the window panes and knocks books from her shelves. My horns dig deeper into her ceiling and I notice none of it. I’m so buried in her I can only feel her. My vision swirls and separates as I continue to move inside her. I don’t fully come to until she’s kissing me and stroking her hand down my chest.
Birdie is laying on top of me, snuggling to my chest with my tail around her waist. I look at my hands and grin. “I’m back baby.”
“Hmm?” Birdie barely lifts her head and I lay it back on my chest.
“Get some rest,” I chuckle.
Birdie yawns and stretches on me. “I wanted to see you.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You’ll see me more than you want.” I stroke her hair away from her face. “I made a promise to someone to protect you.”
Birdie chuckles. “I wonder who that was.” She squishes her cheek against my chest. “Well now, now that you’re back to normal do you mind answering me a question?”
I arch a brow at her. “What do you mean?”
“What’s your name?” She sits up on my chest and brushes her hair aside. “I’m not calling you Bratwurst after this.”
I laugh and brush my fingertips against her lips. “Balam.”
Birdie leans down kissing me softly. “Nice to finally meet you Balam.”
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Stevangar Cronox
Ooo this one is one of my favorites of yours. Nice to see it again!
