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Shorty and the Beast: Finale (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-04-22 19:00:03 +0000 UTC
Female Main Character x Male Monster (both cis)
It had been easier for Kyairil to forget things than linger on the memory of them. All his years of imprisonment, he had learned to let go of the things he once enjoyed. He meditated in their place. He made himself forget how good roast chicken was, and how good dark wine made him feel. He forgot the different warmths that both provided him. He taught himself that potatoes weren’t really all that good, especially not with butter and fried until crispy. Butter wasn’t good either, no. It was too melty, too creamy, too rich.
What took him the longest to meditate away was sex, the one indulgence he had missed most. At first, it was because he missed orgasm, but as time went on he came to understand it was the contact he enjoyed. Man, woman, it didn’t matter who, just so long as their warm bodies pressed together, their breaths labored by exertion. It still bothered him, especially upon meeting Roslile. She was cute, with her soft, fluffy hair, big brown eyes, and her freckled skin, like a doll. Soon, all he wanted to do was touch her, but due to his imprisonment all he got was the occasional memory of a touch. And the memories plagued him. He wanted to do more than touch Roslile. He wanted to make her cry out his name as he licked her and made her tremble. He wanted to see her fingers tangle into the sheets. More than anything, he wanted to love her and worship her. He owed her everything.
But that would have to wait until they could be alone. Theodred was just one annoyance, but now that he was freed, all the royal family wanted to meet with him. There was also dinner with Mythri and Amit to attend, and the meeting with Himank, who was preparing for King Dhaval and Queen Mila to return from the Polar. He wanted to interview both Roslile and Kyairil on everything they had done and seen upon leaving Earthwick, and send soldiers back with them to help defend Earthwick for all of Roslile’s service.
“I’ve sent word ahead to Earthwick,and they’ll all be told of the protection that King Ikid will be sending. Not only that, I have seen to it that your father will be told in great detail of all you have accomplished.”
Himank seemed so excited about this, but Roslile suddenly felt very shy. “Just tell him I’m safe and coming home soon. That’s all that matters to him, I’m sure.” She thought about all she would say when she got home. How she was sorry for their fight, how he had been right that she had no clue about being a hero. Most of all, she simply wanted to tell him how much she thought of him while she was gone, and how she loved him.
“He’ll find out sooner or later,” Himank said gently. “And besides, how else will we explain the reward we’ve sent to be delivered?”
“I said no to that,” Roslile pouted.
“You don’t want the reward for saving the Ruby Empire?” Kyairil chuckled.
“I delivered information, twice. That’s all I did. I don’t deserve a reward for that,” Roslile blurted.
“Trust me, it’s not as much as we originally wanted to send. But you earned it, and you won’t be able to change our minds,” Himank winked. “I’ve already bought one of the residences in Bellmore, by the way. We’ll be neighbors once the war ends.”
Roslile was still coming to terms with everything she had done. She still wasn’t accepting she played a big role in anything. Kyairil, on the other hand, was still coming to grips that he was free. It would take him something getting used to. All Kyairil wanted to do was be alone with Roslile. He still hadn’t told her of his gratitude, his love for her. It was starting to get maddening that he couldn’t just get a second alone to kiss her. Even that first kiss was witnessed by the annoying green giant. Which was another issue - Theodred seemed to be fascinated by Kyairil, and followed him everywhere.
It wasn’t until Kyairil had his first meal that he began to relax since leaving the halberd. It was his first meal since being freed. Raksahsa cuisine was colorful and spicy, rich with flavors that livened up his senses again. He ate and ate, AND even when he felt he could stuff his face no longer, he still wanted more. “Easy, now,” Roslile chuckled beside him. “I don’t want you choking on your first day out.” Under the table, her hand rested on his thigh. “You have all the time in the world to eat.”
“It’s his first meal back, let him live a little.” Theodred watched from the other side of the table. “He’ll be adorable with a bit of a paunch, don’t you think?”
Kyairil guzzled down some wine and wiped the corner of his mouth. “That will not happen. Once I’m back to my full strength, I plan on returning to training to keep my body in peak physical form.”
“Please tell me he’s joking,” Theodred whispered to Roslile.
“You look great.” Roslile was still trying to steal his attention. Her hand on his thigh was also trying to hint at what she wanted. She too had a lot of feelings that she had kept buried while he had been inside the halberd, and she wanted nothing more than to have Kyairil pound her into oblivion. But that wasn’t proper conversation.
Licking his fingers, Kyaril smiled down upon Roslile, and his heart skipped as she returned his gaze with a shy smile. He wanted to kiss each freckle and nibble her dimples. “You’ve not seen me at my best yet. But just you wait, I plan to show you everything.”
Theodred snickered. Mythri gave the lich a look, then turned back to the couple. “Are you planning on going to Earthwick together?”
“I honestly don’t know where else I could go,” Kyairil sighed. “All my people have left, and apparently are siding with someone I don’t agree with. I have no home, no family. No friends. Roslile is my only connection to this new world, and through her I hope to be able to grow in it.”
“A drow among halflings. Co you think you can cope with that?” Amit asked with a smile.
“It will be a change, but I plan to make the most of it.” Kyairil sighed. “I’ve learned that my magic has become a forgotten part of history. I wouldn’t mind taking in students once it is safe to do so. I suppose Earthwick would be as good a place as any to start a school.”
“Really?” Roslile murmured in surprise. “You want to teach?”
“It’s a thought,” Kyairil said with a shrug. “After what Himank said on the mountain, it got me thinking.”
“As dragons have vanished from this world, so have their magic,” Theodred replied. “We need scholars like you so it does not become forgotten entirely.”
“And what about you?” Kyairil scoffed at him.
“I only just got released from my imprisonment too, you know. Let me enjoy my life before I start being a service to others.”
Kyairil sniffed and took another bite of food. Roslile removed her hand from his thigh and took a long drink. After dinner, they were finally left alone. Inside their room, Kyairil grew nervous, and everything he wanted to say formed a massive clump in his brain. He paced himself, taking deep breaths. “Roslile, I…”
She was on the bed, curled up and asleep, having drunk too much from nerves herself. Kyairil sighed, disappointed but not at all surprised. “I won’t get to see you in my dreams anymore. ” He sat beside her on the bed, taking off her shoes for her, and smiled to himself as he watched her sleep. He smoothed her hair from her face and cupped her cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning, my love.” He kissed her forehead, then stood to prepare himself for bed.
The curtains weren’t closed, so when the sun began to rise, the light woke Roslile from her wine induced slumber. As she came to, she felt the warmth of Kyairil wrapped around her. He was so beautiful, and he was finally here. She wanted to kiss him, but she lay there just watching and thinking. She eventually gave in, placing a soft kiss on his jaw. He stirred slightly with each touch, moaning in his sleep and holding her more tightly. Kyairil broke into a smile when his eyes opened. “Well, good morning,” he chuckled sleepily.
Roslile lost her breath. “Good morning.”
Kyairil kissed her, pressing her close and laughing. “I’m already getting excited, and I need to keep a sober mind for a moment.”
Roslile pulled him back down. “Get excited.”
“I need to tell you something,” he panted. Her body felt so warm, so close. “Wait.” He pulled away from her, looking down at her, and realized just how small she was and grew nervous all over again.
“What’s wrong?” Roslile asked as she sat up.
“Before we go further, I wanted to tell you something.” Kyairil cupped her face between his palms. “I can’t ever express how grateful I am to you. I never thought I’d be saved by someone so wonderful, someone who keeps me on my toes. I certainly never expected to love you as much as I do.”
Roslile smiled shyly and wriggled into his lap. “I love you too,” she laughed shakily. “I wanted to tell you last night, but…”
“I know!” he exclaimed. “We couldn’t get alone!”
“And I drank too much because the longer it took, the more nervous I got.” She kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “But I love you, and I want to stay with you.”
Kyairil ran his hands down her back. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”
Roslile’s cheeks grew redder. “Then… lie down.”
His eyes lit up and his breath hitched. He swallowed, licking his lips as he tried to think of something romantic to say. “Now?”
“Maybe all day,” Roslile giggled. She kissed him, trying to move him onto the bed.
As much as Kyairil wanted to, he still wanted to make sure this was even feasible between them. He pulled back from the kiss. “Wait.”
Roslile pouted. “Is something wrong?”
He looked her over, eyes glazed, mouth watering, cock pulsing. He wanted her, more than anything, but the fear of hurting her was winning out. “All I’ve wanted is this moment. But seeing you in person is so much different than before. You’re so petite.”
“And?” she huffed.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You’re half my size, little dove.”
Roslile didn’t like being underestimated, especially not when she was so ready to take charge. “And yet I’m still a big girl. A woman even.”
“Yes, of course, but…” Kyairil looked down at his lap, then at her. “I could be too much for you.”
She gritted her teeth. “Then pull it out.”
His eyes widened and he held his breath. “And what will you do then?”
Roslile took off her clothes, stripping naked. She stood there on the bed, hands on her hips and chest puffed out. “Whatever I can.”
Kyairil swallowed hard as he looked at her. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples dark and raised. He leaned in, kissing each breast as he cupped her small rear. Roslile whimpered, gripping his shoulders for balance, and as his warm, wet mouth opened over her breast she bit back her triumphant smile. “You’re so soft,” Kyairil moaned, lapping her skin.
“You’d better be hard,” she growled into his ear.
He looked in her eyes, smiling seductively. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, my dove.”
Roslile kissed him. “Come on, let me see it.”
“Okay, fine.” Kyairil stood up and removed his clothes bit by bit, letting her drink him in slowly. Roslile’s eyes widened as she took in his form. It was different from what she saw in her dreams. He dropped his robe, letting her see every inch of him. “Piece of cake,” Roslile concluded.
Kyairil reached down, stroking himself so she could see. He moaned, biting his lip, feeling more aroused by her gaze than his own touch. Roslile stretched out her hand, and he placed himself in her palm. She rubbed the head before stroking down, and her eyes glittered as she studied him, picturing how she would take him.
“Roslile,” he whimpered above her. Urged on by the pitiful sound of his voice, Roslile kissed and licked the glans. She looked up at his exquisitely hungry expression, then took his glans inside her mouth, suckling him while stroking the rest. “Easy,” he whined. “It’s been a long time.”
Roslile pulled back, licking her lips. “Then come here.”
Kyairil sat on the bed beside her, kissing her and touching her. His hands roamed her body, touching every inch. His fingers trailed between her cheeks then slipped between them, and he found something wet and inviting against his fingertips. “Fuck,” he exclaimed breathlessly.
“That's exactly what I want to do,” she whispered into his ear.
Kyairil smirked, pushing her down. She giggled coyly as he kissed her and opened her legs, spreading them and pushing them back. She splayed open before him, her mound plump and labia dewy. He ran his tongue across his teeth as he took her in.
“So very, very inviting.” He slipped his fingers along her, opening her up to see the gooey wetness inside. “It’s been a while, I hope I remember how to do this.” He dipped down, kissing her thighs and belly and pressing his tongue against her mound.
“Yes!” Roslile yelped.
Kyairil chuckled, kissing and moaning against her. “You’re so damn cute everywhere.” He opened her with his fingers. “I can’t help but want it.”
Roslile arched her back as his tongue swirled inside her. “You have it.”
He swirled a fingertip around her erect clitoris and blew on it, making her shiver. Chuckling, he continued to tease her. “Before I attempt it, I want to make sure you’re good and ready.”
Roslile whimpered, bouncing her hips in hopes his touch would become more vicious. Instead his fingertips were like feathers, and his breath was torture. Every once in a while his tongue would lap at her clit, but he kept up this delicious, slow torture. “Are you not enjoying this?” Kyairil teased. “You’re certainly dripping like you are.”
“It’s not enough!” she whimpered.
“You’ll soon have too much on your plate. But if you insist…” He rubbed her clit in slow circles and she cried out, relieved at the direct contact. He watched her gyrate and listened to her voice as it deepened from pleasure. He rubbed harder, licking and moaning into her. Roslile shrieked, and to her shock she gushed onto his face as she writhed. It was the first time he had ever witnessed such a thing.
Roslile was breathing heavily, limbs akimbo and eyes starry. Kyairil wiped his face and gazed on his handiwork. His cock throbbed, aching to partake in such delirious joys, and he slipped his hand under Roslile’s neck, lifting her up to kiss her. She sloppily returned it, grabbing hold of his face. “Hurry, fuck me,” she mewled.
He lost his breath again. “Don’t you want to wait?”
She shook her head. “Now.”
Kyairil shuddered. “You tell me if it becomes too much.” He placed a pillow behind her hips to raise them and gazed down at her mound, engorged and open from her arousal and release. She reached down, spreading herself open for him, and Kyairil bit his lip as he inched closer. He laid his cock on her belly and Roslile smiled greedily. “You could be biting off more than you could chew,” Kyairil shudders.
“Let's find out.” Roslile urged him down, making his shaft slip against her folds. He felt big and hard, and she wanted him inside. Kyairil rocked against her, sliding against the wetness. He wanted to be gentle, but she was so warm, so soft, he only desired to be buried deep within. Slowly, slowly, he eased himself inside. Roslile groaned eagerly, feeling him penetrate her.
“We can’t rush,” he moaned. He held her thighs in his grip as he eased in. Bit by bit he disappeared inside.
“So big...” Roslile placed her hands over her belly. “Kyai!”
The sound of his name coming from her sweet, desperate lips made him buck his hips, going deep all at once. Shecried out, sounding deep and angry, but her expression was pure arousal. He remained still for a moment, taking in all that he felt. She was tight and wet, and her inner muscles squeezed around him as she grew used to his size. “Are you okay?” He petted her cheek, turning her head so her eyes focused on him. “Tell me how you feel.”
“I’m full,” Roslile smirked proudly. “I love it.”
His pulse quickened from her words alone. “You’re so sexy right now.”
She giggled and covered her face, suddenly shy “Go ahead, move!” She pleaded. “I want to feel more.”
He smirked, slowly pulling himself out and easing back inside again. “Can I just say, my dove, you’re the best I’ve ever felt.”
“Flatterer,” she whimpered.
“So wet, so warm,” he breathed. “Wrapped around me so tight.” He thrust hard, making her squeal. “You’re so beautiful, too. Don’t act shy now. Not after you came on my lips.”
Roslile whimpered, slowly showing her face. “You’re so big!”
He thrust deeply again. “You make me big,” he chuckled. He stroked his hand down her body. “This small frame is stronger than it looks. I’m sorry I underestimate you again.”
“Kyai...” she mewled again.
“It’s all yours,” he breathed. “Every inch of me is yours.” He threw his head back as he felt a deep pulse in his veins.
“Holy oats!” Roslile yelped, feeling the same pulse too.
Kyairil lowered, kissing her and growling into her ear. His hips drove harder, feeling himself go all the way to her cervix. “So cute,” he continued to compliment.
“Kyai, I’m close!” she choked. “There! There!” Her eyes widened and she thrust herself backwards as she gushed again, and Kyairil laughed triumphantly. But it didn’t last long, his breathing became labored as his strokes became short and rapid. He pulled out suddenly, spurting up Roslile’s body and leaving a creamy, pearly mess on her thighs, belly, and chest. He heaved, arms trembling as he tried to hold himself up, and collapsed beside her, both gasping for breath.
Roslile giggled, and Kyairil’s ears perked. He turned his head to see her licking her finger tips, tasting his seed. “I’ll clean you up. Just… just one moment.”
Roslile stretched luxuriously. “That was amazing.”
“It was.” He rolled over, kissing her and cuddling up to her. “Let me clean you up.” He licked her cheek and down her chest, and she trembled as he did, every inch of her sensitive. He lapped up his release, growling hungrily until his tongue was against her labia. “Fuck!” She kicked him and he laughed.
“Too much?” He rose to smile down at her.
Roslile frowned. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
He kissed her. “Delicious little thing, you,” he moaned. “I gave you my virginity, you know?”
She started laughing. “Oh cut the bullshit!”
“I’m serious,” he snorted. “After all those long, horrible years, I became a virgin again.”
Roslile smiled dreamily at him. “I don’t care. I finally got this moment with you. I can’t wait for the next.”
Kyairil smirked devilishly. “Did I not tell you my special talent?” He lowered down to whisper into her ear. “My stamina allows for a quick recovery.”
“Get me some water first,” she purred. “Then recover.”
He scampered to fetch a cup and pour some water for her. As he did, Roslile tugged her clothes out from under her, and the sapphire plopped from her pocket. She clutched it close until he came back. As he smiled, she presented the remaining gemstone to him. “But I thought…” He was near tears as he looked at the familiar bead.
“I saved it, just in case.” Roslile closed his hand around it. “Now you can have it back.”
He looked down at the gem ,then gently placed it aside. “I’d like to see you wear it,” he said with a smile. “I don’t need it anymore.”
She threw her arms around his neck. “I’ll wear it proudly.”
The journey home took them back the way they came, through the peninsula and back to the southern port of Obresh. They met Poppy again and learned that the camp Roslile had led the guerilla fighters to had been defeated, and they were close to taking Obresh back from the occupying forces of Sanguis Rex.
Once they stood on the hills overlooking Earthwick, Roslile begin to weep. Noodle licked her cheek, and she chuckled softly. “Almost home,” Kyairil murmured. “Do you think your dad will like me?”
Roslile chuckled. “I hadn’t even thought about explaining that.I’m sure he’ll have to get used to you first.” She touched the sapphire that hung around her neck and smiled. “He’ll have to learn.”
Kyairil breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. A cool breeze wrapped around him, blowing his hair and then settling as Roslile took hold of his hand. He squeezed her hand in return and opened his eyes. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
