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Monster March: Brigid the Cyclops
🕑 Added 2023-03-02 19:00:02 +0000 UTCFemale Reader x Female Monster
It has always been there at the corner of your eye. You always barely catch a glimpse of it before it goes away. Sometimes you can see its shadow, other times you can hear it in the woods behind you. You’ve always known of its existence, but you have never really seen it.
Your grandmother told you stories about it, how generations ago, your ancestors rescued the creature and from that point on, the creature devoted their life to your family. They were a blessing, especially on these treacherous mountains. Your family has never known an attack, not from man or beast. Whatever this creature is, they have always been a warm presence over your home. You’ve never truly feared anything growing up.
When you were little, you used to leave gifts and treats outside for the creature. Sometimes the creature returned the favor, leaving small carvings out for you. They were rough and strange at first, but over time they grew more elaborate and beautiful. Your favorite was of a horse standing on a cloud.
One day in the woods as your walking around, collecting sticks to make bundles for the fire, you hear the snow crunching and squeaking. When you turn around it stops. You can hear the creature circling around you, watching you from the distance.
“Must you always hide?” You ask.
You hear it breathing.
“Is it against the rules for you to talk to us?” You call out to it again. “You’ve been so good to us, why do you hide then?”
You hear it sniff and grumble.
You take from your pack the dried berries your grandmother makes. You lay them out in the snow for the creature. “Are you worried we will be afraid?” You try to make out where the breathing is coming from, but it seems to come from every direction. “Because I doubt I could ever find anything to be afraid of. All I’ve ever known from your presence is warmth.”
There’s a soft gasp.
You smile, finding the direction it’s coming from. “Can’t I see you just once?” You take a few steps towards it and you hear a shocked breath. You stop, hearing a scramble. You frown and stay still. “I do love you,” you murmur. “Why are you afraid?”
You grumble and return to collecting sticks. As the day wears on the sky grows dark and it begins to grow colder and colder. You make your way back to the camp and as you do it starts to snow. At first, it is light, but soon it turns into a blizzard. The wind whips and you lose your way in the blinding fall.
You look around, trying to find some sort of landmark you can recognize. As you move forward your foot slips and you nearly go off a cliff. You’re grabbed from behind and yanked to safety. You shiver, clinging to whoever has saved you. They are warm like a fire, their body soft and large. There is more than one arm holding it. You count four, in fact.
You cling to them, hiding your face from the cold. “Thank you,” you shiver.
“Fool, you know better,” it growls. They pick you up and cradle you to their chest. They carry you, pushing through the harsh winds and sharp snow. They take you into a cave where there is a fire crackling. They lay you down in a nest made of shredded old blankets and animal hides. They inspect your face and you gaze up at the creature.
They’re a smoky purple color. They have a mess of rope-like hair at the top of their head. It’s bundled up high and then drapes down their back. Two massive horns jut from the side of their head and they look velvety and soft. Their face is covered with a cloth with an eye painted on it. Their lips are dark and behind them are jagged sharp fangs.
“Oh wow,” you reach up to touch them and they yank back. A frown covers their face and they hold up three hands to keep you at bay.
“Is it really you?” You gaze in awe at them.
They look away from you. “You should have known to head home as soon as it got dark.” Their voice is gentle and soft. You realize the creature is female. “Just because I ama round doesn’t mean you get to act reckless!”
You inch closer to them. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am!” She grunts.
You smile, “I just can’t believe it’s you!”
She turns and looks at you. “Why do you keep staring like that?”
“You’re better than I ever imagined!” You say, standing up out of the nest. You drop your hood and remove your gloves. You take hold of one of her hands. They’re leathery and silky on the pads but soft and velvet-like on the back. She’s covered in gold jewelry. Her fingers and wrists and neck, even her back legs and horns. You run your hand up her arm, marveling at her strength. She is pure muscle.
“Why are you touching me?” She asks.
“Because I’ve always wanted to.” You look up at the painted eye on her mask. “I’ve always wanted to meet you!”
He grunts, sitting down and allowing you to examine her. She grips the top of your head with one hand. “I’ve never touched you before either.”
You giggle. “Well, you can now.”
He huffs, shoving you down into her nest. “You’re stuck here until the storm passes.” He stands up, moving to the opposite end of the cave from you.
You brace yourself back up and watch her as she sits beside the fire. “Then why are you pushing me away?” You ask.
She grunts. “Our kind shouldn’t mix,” you growl. “I was told to stay away.”
“By who?” You tilt your head.
“Your ancestors. They said if I wanted to pay them back I should keep my distance. They didn’t want me frightening them.” She growls under her breath. She ducks her head, covering it with her hands.
“My ancestors were fools,” you walk to me and sit down with her. “I think you’re beautiful.”
He scoffs. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not?” You touch her knee.
She takes her hand, placing her fingers under your chin and lifting your head. “You’ve always been my favorite. From the moment you were born, I knew I loved you more than anyone else in your family. As you grew, I knew my love was different. You’re so lovely, I have to make myself take care of the rest of your family.”
Your shiver with excitement, you crawl into her lap and put your arms around her. You squeeze tight as your heart threatens to burst from your chest. “I’ve always loved you too.”
Her breath shudders. “No, you shouldn’t.” She doesn’t fight to push you away though.
“What’s your name?” You ask.
She shrugs. “I don’t know really. Never had someone to call me.”
You touch her face and trace your fingers down her neck. “What can I call you?”
She grunts. “As long as it’s kind, I don’t care.”
You think for a moment, going over in your head things that sounded like they would suit her. You smile when something clicks. “I’ll name you, Brigid.”
She flinches. “Why?”
“Because you make me feel safe and warm,” you take her hand, kissing her palm and wrist.
She shivers, dipping down her head low enough. You move your lips to hers, kissing her softly. Her hands touch you, petting up your back and legs. She pulls back reluctantly.
“Fine, call me whatever,” she grumbles.
You make yourself at home in her lap, resting your head on her chest. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. To be near you and talk to you.”
“Silly dreams,” she holds you thought. “You could do much better than me.”
“Why would I when you’re the best?” You kiss her neck and she whimpers.
She presses her finger to your lips. “Don’t tease me like that!”
You kiss her fingertip. “I’m just excited!” You giggle. “I’ve wanted to do this all my life. I always was so worried you were alone.”
She sighs, kissing the top of your head. “As long as you were safe and happy, I never worried about myself.”
“Didn’t you ever want to be close to the person you loved though?” You peer up at her. “I mean, didn’t you ever long for me?”
She cups your cheek. “Of course I did!” She snarls. “I wanted to be this close to you. To touch and kiss, to feel your skin. I’ve ached for you to be by my side but I’ve always been happy knowing you were safe. I never assumed in my wildest dreams you would reciprocate.”
You sit up, kissing her again. You moan and press your body against her’s. “Tell me more,” you gasp.
“More?” She scoffs.
“What did you want to do to me?” You purr into her sharp ear. “When you feel my skin, what are you doing?”
She grips your hips and snarls as she starts breathing heavy. “Dammit,” she pants. “Do not tease me! I told you!”
“I am serious,” you bite her neck and she whines in pleasure. “All I’ve wanted was to feel you and touch you. Knowing you wanted the same… I can’t stop myself.”
She swallows. “Had I known you were like this-” she whispers.
You pull back, gazing at her. You touch the fabric on her face and she leans into your touch. You gently pull, revealing her face to you. There you see it, one large eye. It’s pitch black, the iris is a rectangle and strange, like a goat’s eye. It’s a brilliant glowing gold.
“Wow,” you murmur, petting her cheek. “So lovely.”
“I don’t scare you,” she whimpers, She kisses your neck and drags her sharp teeth down your shoulder as she removes your coat. “Your ancestors said my eye was hideous.”
“They were morons,” you moan. “You’re beautiful.”
She kisses you and you lean into her kiss. “I want you,” she whispers into your ear. “Having you this close…I feel like I’m losing my control.”
You chuckle, petting her chest. “I feel the same. I feel like a wall has come down. I don’t care what you do to me, so long as you don’t take your hands off me.”
She chuckles nervously. “Who knew?” She shivers. “I always imagined you so sweet and darling. Yet in my arms, you are like an all-consuming fire.”
You kiss her neck, your hands pets down her chest, finding two rows of nipples down her front. She twitches each time you touch one. “How am I supposed to hold back?”
“I was hoping you would be better than me,” she murmurs, kissing your cheek and ear. Her long tongue slithers into your ear, twisting and turning. You whimper, gripping her strong arms. “I suppose we are both supposed to fall.”
“Thank god I was a fool today. Thank god for the storm.” She slaps your rear and you yelp.
“Don’t go thinking you can always be a fool,” Brigid snarls. “I will not allow it.” She kisses your cheek again. “But in a way, I am grateful too.”
She takes you back to the nest. She carefully strips away your clothes. “Are you cold?” She whispers.
You shake your head. “I feel rather hot, actually.”
She chuckles, all four of her hands caressing and petting your body as she eases you into the nest. She strokes your stomach, gentle fingers petting your mound and between your thighs. She gasps softly when her fingers find the center of your heat. You’re already wet and gooey, eagerly awaiting her touch.
You bite your lip as her fingers clumsily find their way. She soon gains ground and you’re soon melting even more at her touch.
“Brigid,” you whimper as you grip to her shoulders.
She chuckles darkly into your ear. “Mind if I take a bite?” She dips down, biting your thigh and then burrowing her face between them. You cry out, gripping her hair as she kisses and licks. Her long tongue burrows deep inside you and you forget to breathe for a moment. She slurps and snarls, her sharp fingers kneading into your rear.
“My love,” she pants, “you’re delicious.”
You let out an anguished groan. “Thank you,” you twitch as she presses a finger inside. You glance down, seeing a wicked grin spread across her lips. “Brigid?”
She pulls her finger out and licks it clean. “Yes, love?”
You sit up. “My turn,” you push her back and she opens her thighs willingly. You move aside her loincloth and gasp when you see what is beneath. There’s a mound much like yours. Her lips are dark purple, nearly black. They’re wet like yours, dripping a shimmering sort of cream. At the top of her folds though, where there should be a clit, was something else. There was something thick jutting up, it was black at the tip and faded into lavender. Below it there was another object, a little smaller and bulbous that was pitch black.
She bites her lip. “Is it too strange?”
You take a soft breath and inch in. “Unexpected,” you whisper. “But not strange,” you lick her slit, tasting the shimmering cream. It was tart with a hint of sweetness. You listen as she mewls. Her hips wiggle as you touch her. Your fingers trace her dewy lips and your tongue moves up. You inspect the two protrusions. The bulbous one is hot to the touch and she grunts when you lick it. The longer and thicker one bobs with a pulse and it’s silky smooth with hidden ridges under the skin. You lick along the shaft and she moans loudly. She chuckles excitedly and sucks in a sharp breath. As you lick it continues to grow and the skin peels back, something slick and black inching out. It’s glossy and has a sweet smell.
“What else can you do?” You coo as you begin to stroke it. You lap the glossy tip and it tastes tangy. As you touch is dribbles something sticky.
“Mm,” she pushes you back down into the nest. “To you? A lot?” She spreads your thighs wide open and she presses the glossy tip to your needy slit. “If you want me to.”
You bite your lip, keeping your greedy grin at bay. “I want it.” You reach down, spreading your lips open for her. “All of it.”
She purrs as she smears herself in your nectar. Her own sticky ooze coating you. She thrust inside. You whimper, feeling a small, sharp pain. Brigid gasps. “You’re bleeding.”
“It’s ok,” you take hold of her hand. “Keep going.”
“But-” she hesitates.
You smile up at her. “You’re my first,” you whisper softly. “It’s ok, keep going.” You arch your back, urging for more. “You feel good.”
She nods, kissing you as she stretches you and goes deeper. You moan against her lips and claw down her back. She sighs once she’s fully inside you. She takes a deep breath and tenses her back.
“Everything ok?” You moan.
“I’m being careful,” she grinds herself inside you. “I’m not used to this.”
You giggle and clench around her. “Me neither.”
She grunts and bites her lip. “Don’t tease,” she ruts inside you. She slowly pulls out and then pushes hard back inside. You cry out, your legs hitching around her waist. “I can tease right back.”
You bury your face against her shoulder, moaning as she begins to move. Her strong haunches drive her forward, hitting so deep inside you. The small prick of pain from before has melted away and all you feel is a searing heat in your belly. The hidden ridges on her shaft rub inside you in such a way you can’t feel your hips.
“Anh-” she groans. The small bulbous growth under her shaft hits against your rear. It feels bigger and squishier somehow. “You’re so tight.”
“You’re so big,” you echo to her. You arch your back and squeeze around her. “Please, keep going. I want more.”
She chuckles, driving harder and faster into you. The wicked grin returns as she watches you come undone beneath her. Your whole body trembles and shakes, you no longer can feel anything below your waist. You coat her shaft in your thick cream, unable to hold back anymore.
“You’re still throbbing inside,” she moans as she continues to move. She pulls out of you and rolls you onto your stomach. Lifting your hips, she places herself behind you and pushes back inside. Between your legs, you see her driving into you. You also see the bulbous growth under her shaft has grown bigger and is hanging down. It slaps against your ass and thighs as she drives into you.
You reach between your legs and grasp at the growth. She howls, moaning loudly and she bucks hard, nearly picking you up off the ground. You then feel the first warm gush deep inside. You whine, gritting your teeth. The growth between her legs pushes up, going tight as she trembles and spurts inside you. She continues to pump inside you, moving her hips and bucking. Her thick cream globs out of you, coating your thighs and rear.
Finally, she stills. She gulps down deep breaths and lays you down. She mops up her mess, licking your tender slit clean in the process. You shiver and twitch, nearly kicking her in the face. She giggles, laying down beside you, nearly on top of you.
“What was that?” You moan.
She nibbles your shoulder. “I’ve had a lot pent up.”
“I couldn’t tell,” you grunt. You feel like you’d slosh if you moved. “You trying to knock me up?”
“A little, but I wouldn’t worry about it,” she purrs happily as she snuggled against you.
