/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

The Mad Dog of The Apocalypse

A hellhound stalked John Milcorren. He knew running would accomplish nothing. He would never make it to town, no matter how fast his horse could carry him.

…

Less Than An Hour Earlier

…

From his soft leather chair, John first noticed the destruction as a shadow from the corner of his eye, a soft and sudden dimming of daylight. Darkness had begun to eclipse the skyline visible from his cabin window. A smudge of black haze in the distance marred the beautiful spring mid-morning, stretching from fine points on the ground, houses probably, to a single broad swath in the sky. The town, a few distant miles away, burned.

With luck, it would be only a spreading fire. Perhaps the result of some crone’s careless housekeeping or cooking had started it, or perhaps an errant coal kicked too far from the hearth or a lamp knocked into dry bedding. In that case, people, buildings, and possessions could be saved with enough swiftly delivered of manpower and technique. A simple fire held neither intelligence nor animosity. The alternative, much as he despaired to consider it, meant a far greater and more meaningful loss, and could only be quelled by the ultimately futile response of the Lord’s Hussars from another few miles to the north. Were that the case, as quick as they were, they would arrive to find the town’s militia slaughtered almost to a man. The Eastern Barbarian Tribesmen were not keen on taking prisoners… Only plunder.

As John pulled his crutch to his side with one hand, he positioned his wooden leg in front of him, ready to squarely carry the burden of his weight. The real one, the one it was meant to replace, had been taken from him last year which hastened his departure from military life. He set his crutch firmly onto the floor like an old wizard pounding his staff. Pushing against the armrest with his right hand, and pulling on his crutch with the other, he stood. He could still do that, at least. He was not an old man by any stretch of the imagination, but the war with the Tribesmen, and against the Varigath Warband before that, and a dozen other skirmishes along the borderland of the Empire had all robbed him of any sense youthfulness among other things. Constant warfare from the dawn of his youth had chewed him up and spit him out. He had been like lamb entering a meat grinder. He had come out as pulverized mutton with a wooden leg, some medals, and a small pension.

Collecting his well-worn arming-sword and shield from the mantle above his hearth, John strapped the kit to his back and made his way out his cabin door, securing it behind him. He saddled up to his sturdy but small draught-horse Tess, taking care to position himself in the stirrups without dislodging or otherwise misaligning his wooden leg. His first stop would be to his small homestead’s well where he kept an old wooden bucket. It might be useful in the hopeful event that he needed to join the townsfolk in quashing a simple fire. His sword and shield would only be cold comforts in the event of Barbarians or other Tribesmen. With a crutch under one arm, he couldn’t possibly wield both at once. Worse yet, years of continuous training had gone fallow over the past year in favor of chopping wood and hauling grain. His armaments would reassure him, but were capable of little else in his weathered hands.

>>396602

Still, in that event, his best chance of survival would be joining the townsfolk in their pitiful resistance. His home could be clearly seen from the town, just as he could clearly see the town burn in the distance. Staying at his homestead while the town withstood attack would leave him vulnerable and alone, a surest death as if he had fallen on his own sword. But that was not his reason in going. He did not fear death. No… Many days he welcomed it. He took perverse pleasure in reliving fantasies day after day of dying in battle, heroically on his feet. It was sweet fantasy a world apart from his present hell of dying one piece at a time. He would to defend the town because it was expected of him as a Soldier, not because of any safety it brought, and always in the hopes that his fantasies could be made reality.

Scarcely a minute into his journey along the road to town and he slowed his steed’s gallop to a trot, then halted her altogether. A veteran’s intuition from a short lifetime of constant battle had begun to nag at him. It came on softly at first, then stronger and stronger, until he had finally stopped to assess the situation. Realization had hit him like a battering ram. Were it a fire alone, there would be even-toned shouting and little else. Were it wild tribes of men or foreign invaders, there would screams of rage and panicked wailing. What John heard on the wind, he would never forget: shouts, pleading, growls, moans, and sick, twisted laughter. Momano had taken the town.

Worse than any other foe, he feared the momano. Though he cared little for his life any longer, he would prefer to keep his soul, which would surely be forfeit if he fell at their hands. And what he had seen, what they had done to his friend, how those memories hounded him constantly, all weighed heavy on his mind. Just the thought of seeing momano again started his his hands to shaking, swaying Tess’s reigns like they were caught in the midst of a soft breeze.

Just about the only enemy he had tangled with that hadn’t robbed a piece of him had been the momano… Although they had tried harder than any of the others. The difference had been that they had the unnerving tendency to capture their enemies alive, often as willing as not, through either brute force, corruption of the mind, or both. There had been a time when John had a hardy constitution, far more than most men, both mentally and physically.

Six Years Ago

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John felt the barb pierce his side. It didn’t hurt, and he didn’t expect it to. It had been described as a firm pressure at the site of the wound that drove a man mad with lust. He knew now the truth in those words. It had been errantly flung along with a dozen others by single large manticore warrior, no doubt hoping to claim a few more of his fleeing men. He could perhaps resist the barb’s effects long enough to reach his retreating unit’s rally-point. Had he been a normal man, or had he been the sole focus of the barb’s owner, he would not have held out any hope of making it home that day.

But his dearest friend Michael, and immediate subordinate, would not be so lucky. Not only had he taken a barb too, but the manticore warrior had found its target in him. Like a shark picking out a single fish from a school, she pursued him with the intensity of a starving predator. His friend would make the ultimate sacrifice for God and Empire.

It’s attention solely on Michael, the tall manticore tackled the man to the ground and began tearing into his armor with its claws and tail, driving no less than half a dozen spines in the man’s chest in the process. He tried to pull his friend free but he could not be budged under the beast’s grip. There was no hope for the man. The manticore’s tail was already in place, ravishing his friend to the sound of his own screams. He would be taken back to the beast’s lair, food for the growing life that Michael himself was unwillingly siring inside the hellion’s womb at this very moment.

John’s sword heavy in his hand, he considered dispatching his friend for the preservation of his soul and honor, and to deny the beast her offspring. It was his duty, his requirement after all. He sheathed the weapon instead, knowing well enough the task’s impossibility. The manticore warrior would never permit it, for one. Not only had she effectively obstructed Michael from any angle of effective dispatch, but she would almost certainly block such an attack. For another, it would only get them both killed, whether or not he was successful. The beast would see him as a threat to her prey and react immediately. It was also no secret that men taken by momano ended their lives in blinding ecstasy, as was obviously the case with his dear friend. Better to die that way, John reasoned, than by the cold steel of a friend’s sword. Of course, the most important reason John refused to act was simple selfishness. He could not bring himself to raise a hand against his friend, no matter the consequences.

Instead, he ran to the rally-point, unnoticed, he hoped, by the ravaging monstrosities strewn about the battlefield. He was not alone among the survivors. His whole unit had either routed with him or been set-upon like his dear friend, soon to be captured and devoured. This had been their best possible outcome in the face of stumbling into a surprise mamono attack. They were unprepared for such a fight, and the mamono had been all but unstoppable since their new commander had been appointed.

Six Years Later

…

Gathering his courage and steadying his hand, John resolved to meet his fate. Mamono or not, he had to arrive quickly while there were still townsfolk to protect. He could already smell their burning homes, their smoke wafting on the wind.

Just as he was about to usher his steed forward, his intuition again smacked him. His eyes widened in a dawning realization. It might be nothing, a trick of the wind currents or an underestimation of his own senses, but he should not have been able to smell the fires of those homes from this distance, even were the whole township to be set ablaze. Screams on a calm day were one thing, but smells shouldn’t be able to carry over the distance.

John set his hands on his thighs and took a series of calming breaths, blinking his eyes slowly. Almost casually, with a grim frankness that came as one might appraise damage to a home after a storm, he scanned the woodline and the treetops against the road. He wasn’t alone out here. His house was indeed visible from the town. He had been easy prey out here; another fish separated from the school.

With a sigh, he gingerly dismounted, unclasped Tess’s bridle and saddle, and threw the riding gear to the grass behind him. One hand on his crutch, he gave his mare a firm smack on her backside. She moved just out of his arm’s reach, but no further. Mustering all of his fear and regret into a single burst, he steadied himself and smacked her backside with his crutch as hard as his considerable strength would allow.

“Go! Now! Run!” he shouted at the confused creature. Like a cannon shot, she was off. It was the best chance she had.

He shook his head as he watched her retreating form. Loyal to the end, horses, dogs, cats, and sometimes even other domestic animals had the sad habit of following their owners, literally chasing them down, into oblivion in the wake of momano attacks. Hopefully, Tess would bypass the fork to town and remain on main road. She could be a lucky windfall for some passing trader.

“Stupid horse,” he hissed, blinking some encroaching moisture from his eye.

“Why’d ya do that?” a woman’s dulcet voice asked him from behind. The stink of burning wood was stronger now, thick and musky, like breathing deeply through clothing that had been worn too long around a campfire.

>>396607

My level of interest is nil.

Yeah, but you don't count. I'm looking for the opinion of people who aren't too busy choking on cocks to matter.

>>396612

Continue, but don't newfag it please. The necessity for new hellhound material is too high.

>>396613

Help me in this way then; what does newfagging it entail and how can I avoid it?

>>396615

>what does newfagging it entail

Asking for people to beg for more is one method of newfagging; there are others.

>>396628

>Asking for people to beg for more is one method of newfagging;

Yeah, you're fucking wrong on that one. Because it's a shit opinion. If people don't want more, I not gonna shit up a thread by posting more of something that they don't want. That's common courtesy, so you can fuck right off on that one.

>there are others.

I'd ask what else you got, but you've already shown your opinion to be shit, so you might as well just keep whatever it is to yourself.

>>396605

He didn’t turn around. Although he couldn’t hear any signs of movement, he knew she was much closer now. Maybe within reach of him.

“No use in getting her killed too,” he sighed, “My time has come, but she has a long life of service ahead of her.”

The voice chuckled. She was much closer this time. “But you might have escaped.”

“Do you really believe that?” he asked, his eyes never wavering from the horizon and the burning skies. He shifted his weight from his wooden leg to his crutch.

“Hm.” He could hear the smile in her voice. She stood right behind him now. Her voice sounded sincere, with a hint of sadness. “No, not really, but anything’s possible.”

A great black paw fell softly onto his right shoulder, easily the size of a serving dish. Obsidian claws like small daggers, razor sharp and glinting in the sunlight, draped gently down the front of chest, almost covering his entire pectoral. Her thumb pad pressed gently against the back of his neck before moving to the other side of his throat. The soft fur and warmth of her paws felt oddly relaxing. Small comforts, at the end.

Although he had known without question that a hellhound had been stalking him from the moment he scented her burning but oddly pleasant stink, but he nevertheless drew some satisfaction at knowing he had been right. Hellhound paws tended to be oddly outsized when compared to the rest of their bodies. He estimated his foe to be around eight feet tall, maybe seven and a half, a considerable size indeed although there were fleeting reports of even larger.

“Are you disappointed?” he asked honestly, “That I didn’t give you a chase? Some excitement before your meal?”

She sounded genuinely surprised, “Ha ha, no. Not at all. Don’t take me for some salamander or an orc. I could give a shit less about the thrill of the hunt, or fighting you in single combat to test your mettle…” Her thumb began rubbing up and down the side of his neck. “I don’t care to see who’s alpha or whatever… That’s not how I decide whether you get to be my meal or if I’m gonna toss you aside for lesser monsters to fight over. No, I only care about finding my prey and then breaking him. And lucky me… You’re already broken.”

“Is that what you see before you, monster?!” he growled, turning to face the massive woman as fast as he could on his crutch, his green eyes boring into her flaming red ones. Her paw stayed draped around his neck as he turned, sliding to the left side of his chest and shoulder.

“Yup,” the hellhound smirked.

>>396630

Not him, and I see the logic in that, but I don’t think you’d be “shitting up the thread” if you kept posting something that people don’t necessarily ask for. You’re posting on-topic stories that help to move the thread along and create content. As long as you meet those criteria and it’s not so garbage that we actively ask you to stop posting, you don’t really need to care about demand for the story.

For what it’s worth, however, I wouldn’t mind more of this.

>>396632

Im hooked now

>>396632

She swiftly kicked his wooden leg out from under him, leaving him to fall against his crutch. Even with padded arm-support, the sudden drop of of his own weight against the crutch at his armpit shot pain radiating through his side. Her eyes twitched, momentarily wide, and he felt her massive paw stiffen suddenly. Surprise gripped him with the realization that she would waste no more time in killing him; she would pop his head off like a cork from a wine bottle. If the end was now, before the deed, he might yet keep his soul after all. But as soon as he had steadied himself on his crutch, the giant hellion’s paw slackened.

“See?” she said, her smirk returning, “Broken.”

John’s scowl returned as he craned his neck to stare defiantly up at the woman. Given his history with momano, he was not ashamed to admit to himself the deep fear he felt in the imposing brute’s presence. Despite this, he also nurtured a mix of anger and resignation which he used to push the terror aside.

As close as she stood to John, and given her size, she filled the entire scope of his vision and still he could only take in the top half of her body. Ashamedly, the first thing he noticed was the hellhound’s ample, but generally proportionate, bust. He had no impure thoughts towards the woman, but rather, her bust just happened to be in direct line with his eyesight. Her bosoms hung inches from his forehead, large enough to obstruct most of his vision. She clad her herself in fresh leather, just tight enough to hold herself in place without straining or overflowing. He imagined her nethers were clad in much the same manner. Though her clothing could charitably be called minimalist, given her size they nevertheless must have taken almost a whole cow to craft.

Above her chest he could see a face that was both young and pretty, in an objective way, framed by locks of jet black hair, waving and silken. She sported a wicked grin, exposing deadly sharp, shining white teeth. A single scar ran across her right cheek, crossing her lips to the base of her chin, visible as a darkened line over smooth ashen skin. He felt a strange kinship to the beast at seeing that. He had many scars of his own, one of which almost matched that one exactly.

Her eyes, like those of all her kind, shown like bright rubies under lamplight, with trails of flame extending off to the side from each. Her flames were particularly large at the moment, extending just past her shoulders. Her lips appeared deep red, but not like the waxy paint of a harlot, but rather like an excited young girl ready to give herself over to carnal sin. He assumed that in all likelihood, that was exactly what was about to happen.

He shoulders were large, not only as would be befitting one of her size, but also from what he guessed were years of practiced training with heavy weights. Her ashen skin rippled over muscle and sinew, shining in the dew of fresh sweat. Of her arms, he could not see much. They sprouted tufts of long brown fur around her biceps, which were surely as equally muscled as her shoulders.

He could easily get a better view of her arms, and the rest of her body, were he to simply turn his head and took, or step back and take her all in, but he refused to give this beast the satisfaction of an appraising gaze. The appearance of mamono as similar to young women was nothing more than camouflage designed to lure men to their deaths. Giving them any indication that he could be susceptible to such a base ruse was beneath him.

[more tomorrow]

>>396638

>smug asshole mg loses her cool for a second at the thought of her victim getting hurt.

Aww hell yeah

>>396630

It is as >>396634 says - just get on with it and allow the replies to come. There is also no need to resort to rage. (You) must be a hellava drug.

>>396638

It would have been wonderful if the hellhound had broken his neck and killed him after she kicked out his wooden leg. Had she done so before ravishing his body, it would have spared his soul from eternal damnation. But no, it had apparently been too much to ask. That wasn’t how momano worked. They needed to breed more of their own kind, and John was relatively sure that his empty husk would be of little use in that regard, no matter how warm his corpse.

He looked down to his wooden leg. I wasn’t damaged, but it had been kicked out at an odd angle. It would be of no use to him until he could adjust the straps and he knew that wasn’t something that would ever happen again. Another boon to the hypothetical wandering trader. If the monster left his leg behind before dragging him off to her den, at least it could be sold to some other unfortunate veteran who might have some use for it.

He stared back up at her and clenched his jaw before speaking. “At least let me die on my feet,” he said firmly, “Like a Soldier. A clean death. If that means we must do the deed while standing, so be it. I will not resist.”

A scowl creased her face as she took a step closer to the man. Her bosom pushing him back half a step and almost knocked him off his balance before her massive paw tightened its grip and drew him in closer. The smell of fresh leather mingled with his senses as his face pressed and stretched against her soft bodice. He could no longer see any of the beast save for the very top of her head and her eyes, like two blood moons cresting above a pair of steep rolling hills.

“Making demands of me. Unbelievable,” she growled softly, “I guess you’re not as broken as I thought.”

She began kneading his shoulder with the pads of her paw, her thumb tucking beneath the collar of his tunic. She slid the digit down, slicing buttons free so smoothly that neither did the fabric stretch nor make a sound at all.

“Just for that,” she said in mock sweetness, “I’m gonna lay you down like a virgin bride in your own bed and rape you until you can’t move a muscle.”

He glared defiantly at her but said nothing.

She licked her lips and continued, “Then, while you’re struggling to move like a newborn fowl, that’s when I’ll eat you. An invalid on his back, begging to stand up just one last time, and I. Won’t. Let. You.”

>>396692

Momano? Do you mean mamano?

This was well written otherwise.

>>396692

In a flash, John jumped back on his good leg, the beast too surprised to hold her grasp. With enough distance between them now, he thrust his crutch into her abdomin and pushed himself even further back against it. Though it felt like hitting a brick wall, the blow had meant to wind her, and it worked, barely, but it had come at a cost. She had caught his crutch in one of her paws at almost the instant of impact and thrown it to the woodline. John didn’t try to hang on to his improvised weapon, instead letting her take it. She would have easily dragged him with it, had he not.

With only one leg, functional or otherwise, John would fall to the ground with only the slightest further provocation. He had relied on his wooden leg since the moment of his injury and had never bothered to learn to balance well without it. His mistake to be sure, but if her were honest, it wouldn’t have helped in the slightest.

He pulled his arming-sword from its scabbard and drove the point into the ground, steadying himself between it and his good leg. Once he lifted it again, he could perhaps make one good swing- using all his body weight- before he fell.

But did he want to fight this beast? To win against her? No, not really. But at the very least, he refused to die any other way but on his feet. More than that, this was also his last chance to goad her into taking his life before he lost his soul to her lust.

He hefted his shield from his back and made a show of his will to fight. “Come at me, beast!” he howled.

To his amazement, the hellhound took a seat. In the middle of the road, the giant creature sat cross-legged. With a smirk spreading across her face, she set her chin upon a paw with her elbow resting upon her knee.

“No,” she said calmly. “You come here.” Idly, she picked up a rock about the size of his clenched fist and began playing with it, tossing it into the air and catching it.

John looked down at the sword supporting his weight, its tip buried in the earth, the only thing keeping him standing at the moment. His scowl deepened.

“Oh, that’s right, Gimpy,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery, “You can’t move. Cause you’re broken.”

>>396788

Lurk more, that’s a newfag question

no, she isn’t going to eat him. At least not unless this writefag is a total faggot, which doesn’t seem to be the case so far. It’s common fare for mgs in a fantasy setting to threaten to “eat” a man, but they would never actually do it. It’s an urban legend propagated usually by anti-mamono factions. The mgs roll with it because they like to scare their new husband before they rock his world for the first time.

>>396775

Like an arrow, she hurled the rock, narrowly missing his sword. It moved so fast he couldn’t see it, but he had heard and felt the air rushing by as it passed. She meant to knock him to the ground.

“You toy with me, hellion!” he screamed.

“Yup,” she said, picking up another similar sized rock.

“Come and fi-!”

His demand was cut short by another rock, again missing it’s mark, but passing even closer this time. She scrounged about around her, looking for a third one.

“I thought you didn’t play games with your prey!” he shouted.

She shrugged her shoulders. “This is easier than fighting!” she called to him, “I don’t need any more scars and neither do you.”

He spared a glance to his wide open tunic with the buttons sliced neatly off. His chest and stomach, well-muscled but neither fat nor firm, did indeed hold plenty of scars. He saw now that she, too, had a few scars of her own lacing across her own abdominals. He felt that strange kinship again, however slight. She bore the consequences of her nature, the same as he. Even seated, he could see now that she was well muscled throughout, even for her size. Her physique still seemed feminine, somehow, despite looking like she trained by uprooting trees each day before breakfast. She did not, however, appear to be chiseled like a gladiator’s sculpture. Ironically, to a man in the profession of arms, that made her even more fearsome. Her body had been built from function, not for show.

“How considerate of you, monster,” he hissed, “To care about my well-being.”

“I’m only considerate of my meal,” she said, finding that third rock, “Your meat will test better when it's full of blood. Better to not spill any of it.”

She threw, hitting her mark and smashing into his sword with a violent clang and sending it flying behind him. Although he could feel the painful reverberations in his hand, that was the least of his concerns. The ground was rapidly approaching his face.

Hitting with a thud, he instantly rolled to a crawling position. Discarding his shield, he made a dash for the sword that landed some twenty feet away.

A paw landed on his back, pinning him to the ground. Slowly it dragged him to his feet, gripping him about the stretching collar of his tunic. He hung in her grasp like a kitten dangling from its mother’s mouth as twisted and contorted against the air to face his attacker.

“You’re mother was a vile succubus whore, Hell-Beast!” he screamed as he struggled.

With her free hand, the Hellhound pressed her paw pads into his cheeks, turning his head and body to face her.

“Nuh-uhh. Not gonna work, Gimpy,” she said, “Call me what you want… Bitch, puppy, kitten, whore, good girl… Nothing you do’s gonna make me kill you. Sorry.”

>>396835

Good good, got me interested so far!

>>396835

“Have you no pride, beast?” he asked through his pinched cheeks.

“Ha! Not even a little,” she belted out, seemingly quite amused. “I care about one thing, and I’m about to get it.”

She moved the paw securing his face to behind his legs, smoothly sweeping him up into a bridal carry. She glanced to the direction of his house, no doubt to make good on her earlier threat. He wouldn’t be taken to her den, it seemed, but to his own home instead. He supposed that would at least make it easy for a passerby to recover his bones for a proper burial after she shitted them out.

The last of his fight having left him by circumstance, he leaned his head back onto her forearm, letting it loll and bounce as she walked. The paw supporting him at his shoulders then shifted to gently press his drooping head against her upper arm. His head remained there, his head secured between her paw pad on one side and her bicep on the other.

She briefly stopped twice before setting out, switching each time to a single-arm grip more in line with cradling a baby, in order to pick up his belongings. First, she collected his crutch, and second, his riding gear. He could understand the saddle, they were quite expensive and some mamono rode into battle or horseback, but the crutch? A souvenir of conquest, perhaps. The passing traveller might miss out on those, but at least they could still salvage his abandoned sword and shield.

“So tell me,” she asked as she walked to the homestead, “You got a name?”

He scoffed at the notion of answering her. Conversation with a demon intent on damning his soul, using his seed to breed more of her kind, then devouring him?

“Food,” he said.

“Hah! I like you,” said the woman. “The name’s Rachael.”

“A beast with a woman’s name?” he asked, “Did you eat the original owner?”

“Nope, it was my grandma’s name,” she said, then turned to look at him, “On my father’s side.”

“How polite of your mother to ask about your father’s family before she ate him,” he said.

“Dunno if it was before,” she said idly, “Coulda been after. Probably not during, what with her mouth being full and all.”

“How does one answer questions after being eaten,” he said rhetorically.

“Can’t eat someone all at once,” she replied, “Save some for later. Little bit here, little bit there. Hell, she’s probably eating some of him right now.”

John shook his head. Stupid mutt, playing games with him. Even worse, she actually could be serious. She could easily amputate his other leg and make him watch as she savored it if she wanted. He would kill himself long before that, he hoped.

“You know,” she said, “I can make your rape as rough and violent or as gentle and caring as I want. If you be good now, I might make it so you could even close your eyes and pretend I’m your childhood sweetheart.”

>>396875

“Fine. I’ll play along, but please make my passing as quick and painless as possible. So, what do you want from me?” he asked, his head pressing into the tufted fur of her muscled arm. “You’re about to take everything I have, what else could I possibly do to please you?”

“Just talk to me,” she said, “Start with your real name.”

“John,” he said, “John Milcorren”

“Good to know. So tell me, Gimpy, you got a little wife to call your own? Kids?” she asked, “Most men your age do. Don’t worry about yer young’uns; I’ll raise them as my own.”

“None of your damn business,” he mumbled into the woman’s fur. He had no wife or children, thankfully.

A little while ago, he had met a young barmaid with short red hair who lived two towns over whom he counted as a very close friend. He could have sworn he caught her fancy, but he hadn’t heard from her in about a month. She was a woman by law, but he nevertheless suspected their age difference had finally become too much for her. It was, obviously, fortunate for her that she had chosen to end it when she did.

He felt glad that he had no children of his own, either. They would not have been spared. Any time a man was taken by mamono, even from a far away field of battle, his children, and sometimes wife, soon followed. No one ever saw or heard from them again. The girls, he had been told, were converted and the boys, sadly, ended up like their fathers.

“Oh, sounds like someone wants it rough after all,” she said, a smile creasing her face. “I’m just asking cause if so, this’ll go a lot smoother if I start by fucking her into a hellpup first. Don’t want her screaming her head off when she walks in on me raping the shit out of you.”

“I said it’s none of your business,” he said.

“Oh? You don’t want me to make you watch while I fuck her better than you ever could? Maybe seeing me work could teach you a thing or two. Then I’ll make her little puppybutt watch while I do you next. You guys might even like that, you never know. Ya know, some people really get off on that sorta thing.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hmm… Soon enough,” she said thoughtfully, “It’s just as well, anyway. I really wouldn’t mind sharing your flesh with a momano who really wanted a piece of you, but honestly, she’d probably just run away to claim her real lover the moment I turned her out.”

John shut his eyes tight and clenched his jaw. His hands balled themselves tightly into fists, leaving his knuckles white. The hellhound must have noticed.

“Uh huh. Sore spot, huh?” she chuckled. “So you’ve been down that cuckold road before. Guess it’s not your thing, huh? Let’s see… Tell me if I get this right: The brave warrior Gimpy travels far afield, sending his pittance of earned silver back home to support his loving wife. When he finally returns, all beat and broken and helpless to start a family, he finds that his newborn baby comes out the wrong color. It’s okay though, his wife doesn’t want her child raised by a broken man anyway, when she already has another to take care of all her needs.”

“Bitch,” he hissed.

Without warning, she licked his cheek. It was so quick he didn’t have time to react, let alone turn his head and bite her tongue as he wished he had done.

“Tastes like failure,” she said with a wicked smile. “Oh, don’t worry though, I’ll love you with all my heart for the rest of your life. However long that is.”

>>396900

I think you meant to write his name as anon not John. It is a simple mistake anyone could make.

>>396900

It is kinda fucked she is into cuckoldry.

>>396906

Or.. Or… Hear me out on this… She's just being an asshole.

>>396905

Nah, brah. Check the very first sentence of the story.

>>396906

On the other hand, a mamono fucking a woman into a mamono is 100% KC canon.

>>396900

He ignored the vile creature and tried to close his minds to all thoughts. He buried his face in her fur and forced himself to think of nothing at all.

Not noticing at how far they had come, John felt surprised when he heard the soft groan of wood beneath the hellhound’s heavy feet. Looking up from her deceptively warm embrace, he saw that they had arrived at his home. She stood on the patio and had to lower her head to clear the overhang. With a foot she pushed the door open, ducking further to clear the door frame, and dropped his gear at her feet. Using a foot in the same manner, she closed the door behind them.

His cabin could hardly be called spartan, but it was cozy. Nevertheless, with a high roof and no ceiling to speak of, save a lofted area to one side, the hellhound could to stand to her full height once inside. A small dining and living area with a table occupied the center of the main room. Off to one side was a kitchen area with a smaller table. The beast began moving towards the only interior door in the house, the one that lead to the one part of the house not immediately visible: the bedroom.

“So this is it, then?” he asked, looking up at her from his position cradled in her arms.

“Yup,” she replied, “Fraid so.” He could already smell her womanly musk. There was little chance of her turning back now, if there ever had been before.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.

“I think we’ve had a good rapport,” he ventured, “I think as two intelligent beings- as Soldiers- we have come to a bit of an understanding between each other.”

“Oh definitely,” she said, again ducking low, this time to clear the doorway to his bedroom, “I absolutely think we do, too.”

“So I’m begging you, one veteran warrior to another… Please don’t do this.”

She gently placed him on his bed. What had been his marital bed, at one time. He grimaced as the woman’s wicked smile returned, one of her paws reaching behind her back to untie her leather brassiere and loose her bosoms.

They bounced for an instant before hanging in place, large, but quite perky for their size. Her areolas and nipples were a dark charcoal color, almost black, the latter of which stood erect despite the warmth in the air his home. They were easily the length and thickness of the first digit of his smallest finger.

One paw moved to hike up her skirt and rub her womanhood. It came as no surprise to John that she wore no undergarments beneath her leathers. He could see a sheen of slick syrupy liquid trailing from her core and running down both her inner thighs. Under her ministrations, the wet shine spread across her legs and pelvic region. Surprisingly, for as much fur adorned her lower arms and legs, her loins were bare. Only the barest hint of a dark labia and an engorged clitoris protruded from her swollen cleft..

“You called me some vile names, Gimpy,” she said, seating herself on the bed next to him. She made sure to leave her skirt open and legs spread as she sat, her loins proudly exposed as a looming threat. “Why would I listen to your pathetic begging now?”

As she talked, she reached over his prone body. In two swift motions, she cleaved through the drawstring of his pants and pulled them down to his booted feet along with his undergarments. More carefully, the opened his loose tunic to reveal his bare chest.

“I apologize Rachael-”

A claw pad gently placed on his mouth silenced him. He could feel the cloying stickiness from the fluids that coated her sex, transferred to his lips and tongue from her paw. He dare not comment on the action, though, objectively, she didn’t taste or smell all that bad.

“I’m just fucking with ya, Gimpy,” she said with a wicked, toothy grin. “Pretending like you had a chance of talking your way out of this. No matter what you said or didn’t say, you were always gonna get raped and eaten. Nothing coulda changed that. But it’s sweet of you to use my name for once… You can scream it while I’m devouring you.”

lmao niggers

>>396906

She’s just trying to get a rise out of him. Mamono can smell if a man is taken or not, so if he had a wife she’d know.

>>396908

So basically this

>>396920

y'know, i'm glad there aren't a ton of newfags whining about this story, the ones that do obviously don't know enough about K.C's deep tiddy lore

You're a nerd, dog.

>>396920

“Please don’t…” he whispered.

Idly, she traced a claw pad along his chest, following his scars. Slowly, one after the other, she followed them. Oddly, he found the motions mildly relaxing. His breath slowed and a kind of acceptance fell over him. A sad, seemingly genuine smile crept across her face.

“I am sorry. So long…” she whispered.

He sighed. Yes, so long, Rachael. It was nice, he thought, to meet his end in the presence of another, at the very least. He would at least be spared the indignity of dying alone, for what that was worth.

“It’s been so long…” she murmured as she continued to trace.

Bending down above him, her body blocked out what little light penetrated the room. He could feel her placing kisses, gently, on his abdomen.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, barely audible.

Another kiss. Another soft whisper of, “I’m sorry. It’s taken so long.”

Again and again, she repeated her apologies.

He realized slowly as she continued that each kiss was planted on one of his scars. With the last kiss, planted on his missing leg, her mood changed. She pulled both his arms together, lifting them above his head, and used a single paw to hold both his hands together between his pillow and the headboard. Though undeniably strong, so much so that he could never hope to break the grip of his single paw with both his hands, her palm and pads were soft and warm, and not in the slightest bit uncomfortable. She even interlaced her fingers with his, in a manner more fitting a lover than an attacker.

“Ya ready, Gimpy?!” she asked, mounting him hard enough to make the bed shake. Their loins met, her hot, slick womanhood laying atop and splitting its lips over his surprisingly firm shaft. Her hot fluids drooled over his member, preparing it for entrance. Depressingly, he knew they could both feel him becoming even firmer under her weight. “We should never have waited this long. I coulda had half a dozen of your kids by now!”

“You could have dragged me away the moment you saw me,” he said, “And you could have run here at a dead sprint, but you’re the one that chose to walk.”

“I know, coulda, shoulda, woulda… But I tried. Really, I tried. I did,” she admitted, sliding up and down across his ever-hardening member, “Well, we’re here now and that’s all that counts.”

With a surprising amount of care given the size of her paw and sharpness of her claws, Rachael reached between her thighs with her free paw to where her smooth sex firmly pressed his manhood flat. A paw pad gently rubbed the sticky commingled fluids of their arousal together, basting his engorged head. He shuddered in pleasure that rippled through his hips and made his cock pulse violently under her touch. It wanted inside her badly, to be devoured by her womb, to reap his soul from his loins, and he was beginning to want that as well. Maybe even need it.

Rachael lifted her core up just enough to angle his cock from the horizontal to the vertical. He swore he had never been this big before in his life. The hellion was having an aphrodisiac effect on him. To be sure, it was not as strong a manticore barb, but it was very much present. And unlike the barb, whose effects would last only for so long before fading, this woman’s effect seemed to be coming from the ever renewing resource between her thighs and might last as long as she willed it. She would use him without rest until she done and satisfied.

Gently, she lowered herself down onto his cock’s head, using two of her fingers to spread her petals wide. He doubted it would have fit, otherwise. Slick warmth engulfed his tip, and then, oddly, discomfort as it pressed against a wall of soft flesh. With a sudden shock, and then shame for having felt such shock, he glanced up to the monster. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as she chewed on her bottom lip. She didn’t appear to be in discomfort so much as she was concentrating intently.

>>396974

He could not believe it. This scarred veteran of many years and many battles, a member of a race of monsters that boldly proclaimed their love of rape, indeed, whose sole purpose in warfare seemed to be rape itself, had never lay with a man before. Thoughts back to her words of laying him down like a virgin bride seemed oddly prescient at the moment. Was she really meaning herself, the virginal bride, and not him? Or was she projecting some buried desire, a fleeting bit of humanity, a wish to be a part of two lovers who had saved themselves for only each other on the first night of the rest of their lives together?

He feared that the latter might be the case and very oddly, he felt a deep shame that he could not offer himself to this woman as an unsullied prize, when she herself was proudly offering her chastity to him. The strangeness of the situation threatened to make him smile. Here he was, losing his soul and about to lose his life, and the only thing he could feel, beyond the pleasure and intense desire, was the guilt of not having saved himself for the monster who had, apparently, elected to offer that honor to him.

In a decidedly un-hellhound like fashion, a soft squeak passed through Rachael’s bit lips as her maidenhead finally and thankfully broke under the unrelenting pressure, which had begun to border on the painful for John. She fell like a heavy stone upon his hips as she hilted his entire girth inside her, sharing a loud and prolonged moan together.

The lust-demon astride him was unbelievably hot and tight, beyond anything he had ever felt in a human woman in his life or could have imagined. His ex-wife had been chaste too before their first time, yet, while wonderous at the time, in hindsight it wasn’t even comparable. Next to Rachael, relations with his ex now seemed no better than dicking a wide-mouthed jar of sloppy luke-warm pie-filling.

For a creature roughly eight feet tall and proportionately massive, he would have expected her inner sanctum to have been as equally… large. Nothing could have been further from the truth. He absolutely needed the few precious seconds of joined motionlessness that she offered to accommodate himself. More than just tight, her loins were well muscled. Just a his manhood pulsed, her womanhood pulsed as well, clenching and releasing. They both needed a moment to consciously relax and think absent thoughts, or else he could feel that her clenching and his pulsing would match each other in time, each amplifying the other without end, until a final climax without either one having once willingly moved a muscle.

He looked up, and she seemed to be thinking along the same lines and silently agreeing. Her eyes opened slowly, a tear in the corner of each having been squeezed out. With the total relaxation and ecstacy across her face, he had a hard time believing that she cried for pain. Joy perhaps, at finally fulfilling her purpose and siring a child? An involuntary reaction to the pleasure? Or could it even be sadness at his inevitable death? Her tongue lolled as she slowly licked her lips, exposing large sharp teeth, a genuine smile unable to leave her face.

“Fallen God, I love you,” she whispered absently.

Though blinded with shuddering pleasure, even John could tell that something wasn’t right with what he thought she had just said. He must have misheard. It could easily have been, ‘Fallen God, I’ll devour you.’

“I mean, God, you’re huge,” she said quickly, “I need a minute here. Don’t move a muscle or I’ll explode all over you. I want to enjoy edging myself while I can.”

>>396978

You got the name wrong again. Its spelled anon not john, my friend.

>>397036

Hey now, he can give his mc a non-anon name if he wants

>>397045

Leave the poor guy alone. He really wants a hellhound to take him on a kitchen table. He probably can't enjoy the story unless he inserts himself into it.

>>397050

What is wrong about making fun of myself in the third person? I enjoy it.

>>397097

>>397036

>>397049

>Being dumb enough to use a real name on 8ch

>Deciding not to just write in the first person like every SI fanfiction ever

>Deciding not to just use 'anon' and then pretending it is his real name for SI purposes

Those are some poor assumptions you're making if you really think this is a self insert. There are much easier ways to SI.

Using 'anon' doesn't make sense in this context. This isn't a greentext written in the second person where the author telling you what you are doing and he doesn't know your name so he has no choice but to use 'anon.' This is a third person story, and characters have names in stories.

It seems more likely to me that you are the one having trouble self inserting unless the name is Anon. What do you do when you read books? Cross out all the main character names and put in 'Anon?'

But seriously, I can respect your personal preferences. Some content might not be for everyone and I get that. But if you don't have anything constructive to add to the thread, you should sage your replies to the thread so it doesn't get bumped. People with think that there is new content or useful comments or criticism when there isn't.

>>396978

Move? Beneath her crushing weight, both his hands secured above his head by a single paw, his entire torso and legs nestled firmly between her own legs, he couldn’t possibly have moved even the minutest increment of an inch had his life depended on it. Besides which, he wouldn’t want to, anyway. He was on the verge of ‘exploding’ himself. With his seed firmly implanted, she might just elect to kill and eat him there. This might have been preferable moments ago, but now that his soul was lost anyway, in the heat of the moment he saw no reason not to extend these most enjoyable last moments of life for as long as possible.

On the other hand, she might desire more than one session to ensure that his seed takes root, and he had no doubt at all that her abilities would ensure that he arise to the occasion as often as she wished.

“I’m average at best, woman,” he grunted, “It’s not me who’s big, it’s you who’s small.”

“Bullshit,” she hissed softly, “I’m almost eight feet tall. I see why your wife left you. She needed a normal man because you couldn’t fit.”

“Mmm… And how would you know what a normal man is like?” he asked with a hint of playfulness, “I think you have given me the honor of being your first and I thank you for that.”

“Hmm. Don’t get cocky. No pun intended,” she said, “You just happen to be my victim. If I wanted someone else, I would have picked someone else.”

Lifting herself up slightly, exposing barely an inch of his hilted cock, the both groaned at the ecstacy of the barest movement. John had to clench his teeth and shut his eyes against the ravages of pleasure lest he loose his fury inside her. He grasped her single paw with both his hands as tightly as he could manage, and she squeezed his hands in return. Opening his eyes slightly, he saw that she, too, was using all of her might and mental fortitude to hold back the encroaching orgasmic tide.

John’s mind was racing and thinking of nothing at the same time. He didn’t know how much longer this could go on. Just the smallest movement and they were both ready to burst. How much pleasure could they handle before they both lost their minds? This woman was a complete novice to the experience and, in all honesty, this was nothing like any sex he had ever imagined experiencing. He might as well be one too.

A groan tore through the woman’s lips like nothing John had ever heard before.

“Fuck this!” the hellion roared, “I can’t wait. We’re doing this, now. I hope you’re ready. Like pulling a bandage off.”

>>397106

Rachael collapsed on top of him with her full weight and the fury of a madwoman. Her one hand still locking both of his in place, her other cupped his cheeks and prized his mouth open with a thumb and forefinger. Her jet black hair fell about his face and blocked his vision to all but her burning eyes. Before he could even scream, she had her tongue forced past his teeth and down his throat, filling his mouth completely, almost eliciting a gag. Surprisingly, the sensation of the hot and wet muscle invading him was not at all that unpleasant.

Where he expected the taste and smell of rotting meat and burnt embers, a clean cooling sensation greeted him instead. She must have recently been chewing something very minty and flowery, he guessed, herbs and aromatic roots, and had most likely cleaned and brushed her teeth as well. He would have felt guilty for how he must have tasted to the woman, save for the fact that she clearly could not give a damn about that. Any deeper and he’d not only not be able to breath, but she’d be sharing his breakfast as well

Just as he had become used to the sensation, he started to experimentally suck on the hellhound’s tongue when she immediately pulled it free. She quickly kissed his lips and pulled away just a bit, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva connecting them.

He, on the other hand, did not want to play any more games. John was ready to release with the full fury of a God inside this woman and was becoming slightly perturbed with having to wait. Were his hands free, he would have grabbed her by her massive hips and slammed her down onto him as he pressed himself up inside of her, but there was nothing for it. He was at her mercy and it could not be helped.

“No. Suck this instead,” she as a breathy whisper into his mouth.

She slid herself up against him, her hot ashen flesh slick with sweat pressing into him. Her hair tickled his face as her collarbone brushed his lips and passed his nose. Her free paw nestled its way beneath his head, cupping it tightly. With his head right in the cleavage directly between her two impressive breasts, somehow soft with just the right amount of firmness, she quickly settled on the right one to smother him. Lifting herself up slightly, the breast, almost the size of his head, dangled above him. Its thick nipple tickled his face as it swung like a heavy pendulum above him, its soft weight smoothly caressing his face from chin to eyebrow as it moved.

In a firm and steady motion, her paw pressed his head and face up against her massive teat, shifting his skull until his lips found purchase where her nipple could prize them apart. He knew what she wanted and resisting would do no good at this point. Tentatively, he parted his jaw to allow more of her inside.

Sensing that there would be no resistance to her demand, Rachael grunted in triumph as pressed her body down onto him as she stroked his head gently, forcing as much of her breast into his mouth as possible. John began sucking, as much to please this woman as to use the bobbing motion to get a few precious moments of air.

“Mmm… Yes! Yes you’re such a good boy! Ah!”

>>397104

I was making a joke. Then making fun of myself. That is because alot of greentexts use anon insyead of actual names. Anon is easier to self insert with as it is not a name but a title. I didnt write the story and my name is not john. I am sorry for trying to have fun I thought this was 8chan not reddit.

>>397111

Honestly, you should probably lurk a while longer, cause your newfag is showing pretty badly. Backpeddaling will not help you here

>>397113

What backpeddleing? I was simply explaining my actions. It has never been wrong to be silly and not take yourself seriously on a board before.

>>397146

>it was only a ruse

>I was merely pretending

>>397108

She released his hands, allowing John to firmly grab hold of her hips and match her pounding stride. With one paw still cupping the back of his head, the one that had been tightly gripping his hands now moved to his backside. Much to John’s great terror, one of the great beast’s long fingers found its way into his crack, using it to grip him even tighter. As she assumed control of his motions, perfectly timing how she pulled his hips upward to her down-thrusts, her claw inched closer to where nothing should ever enter.

Sure, he was going to be murdered and eaten by this woman, but some things were too much. His bung would never be a plaything for anyone. He needed to end this, now.

He added all his own strength to her perfectly time thrusts, kneading her warm flesh, helping her own efforts to crush his pelvis. He licked and suckled one nipple, then the other, shifting his attention from one to the other in time with her movements, allowing the brief transition through her cleavage to serve as his only source of smokey sweaty air.

She was close, and so was he. Pressure built in his loins and the contractions in her womanhood became stronger and more ferocious by the instant. Her grunts and groans became louder and incessant, adding a violent war-cry of conquest to the distant chorus of the enraptured going on in the town below.

John and Rachael released as one. He climaxed harder than he ever thought possible in his wildest imagination. His initial release shot with such force as to almost be painful, but subsided each time with his second, then third, fourth, and so on. As for Rachael, her womanhood became like a hot, wet, crushing vise, pulsing, wringing, and squeezing in time to his own releases as if trying to milking him dry or even ejeculate her own nectar. Maybe a little of both, given how her clear warm fluids soaked him.

For that instant, the two were as close to one as possible. What physical distance separated them, Rachael made sure no longer existed. John had a scant instant to take in a last breath of air before the bosom that he had been ministering to was forced in and around his mouth, completely covering his nose and face, entirely suffocating him for the duration of his partner’s climaxes. As he felt each orgasm ripple through her, she pumped his body faster and faster into her, using her one-handed death-grip on his butt. Except for his hold on her hips, he could only go limp and accept being used as a living fuck-toy by this beast. In time with her own constricting pulses, she drew him in tighter and tighter to her body, until he was certain that this was how she would end him. Crushed, suffocated, and cumming; there were worse ways to die.

Just as he felt consciousness slipping away, his grip loosing and his hands falling from her, her tit popped free of his mouth and light and air returned to him. He gasped like a fish on the riverbank as a padded paw massaged his chest. A drooling kiss pecked his cheek.

“Mmm… You did great, baby,” she whispered into John’s ear.

Barely conscious, but his strength returning in this moment of respite, John had to wonder aloud.

“Is this it?” he whispered back, “Are we done? Is it time for me to die?”

“No, Gimpy,” she replied with a disturbingly genuine smile, “We’re just getting started.”

She kissed him again, this time on the lips. The reached down to John’s member, wrapping her paw around it. To John’s distress, he was already hard. Very hard. He knew that the vile demon’s powers would force him to recuperate faster than normal, but he had not been expecting anything like this.

The rape continued like that for hours. He lost all track of time. Light faded into darkness. Candles were lit. He was given momentary breaks between involuntary coutus for both of them to use the bedpan.

After one bathroom break, she left him alone in the bedroom. He would have jumped out the window and crawled away in the darkness, had he even had the energy to move or the will to keep fighting for his life. He knew he had been sweating intensely, and apparently Rachael had noticed just how parched their deeds had left him through the color of his urine. She had returned with two flagons. She handed one to him, though he could barely hold it. It was fresh water.

“Drink,” she said, sitting on the bed next to him. “Can’t have you dying before I’m done with you.”

Gently, she lifted him upright and leaned him against her, rubbing his bare back with one paw while she drank her own. When she saw him faltering, she held his flagon to his lips and made him sup slowly until there was no more.

The rape became gentler from that point forward. Softer and slower, almost loving, though no less unyielding. Still, John could not keep track of all time and had begun to lose all concept of where he was in the world. The seconds that ticked by were centuries, all locations disappeared, lifetimes were lived together all in those moments, and the only thing he knew for sure was that he was with all his being a part of this woman.

Finally, completely out of energy, Rachael relented.

“I think we’re done,” she sighed.

So. It was time. He wasn’t sure if he would have bothered pleading for his life even if he had the strength to do so. Which he did not.

Rachael sat up, while John repained spent, lying on his back.

“Let’s clean you up before bedtime,” she said as a hoarse whisper and a slight smile, “Time for me to eat. Are you ready.”

A tear in his eye, John slowly shook his head from side to side.

“Too bad,” she whispered.

Lazily, she leaned over, placing her face just over his thoroughly drenched cock. Then she rolled her body over his legs, her breasts falling atop his thighs while her paws firmly gripped his waist. Not that he had an ounce of energy left with which to fight her.

Slowly, she lapped her tongue across his flaccid cock, from base to tip, bringing it to attention yet again. Gingerly, she wrapped her mouth and tongue around the shaft, taking the almost the whole thing inside.

Was she going to eat him alive? Cock first? He struggled to sit up. With all his might and the last of his strength, he pushed his arms behind him and leveraged himself up into a seated position.

His rigid cock fell out of Rachael’s mouth with a pop. She had taken notice of his efforts.

“Trying to get up, Gimpy?” she asked with a smile, “Die on your feet like a man?”

“Please… I’m begging…”

“No,” she smirked. “I won’t let you.” A massive paw moved from his side to the center of his chest. Slowly, she pressed it into him, forcing him back down. After a moment’s struggle, John gave up entirely, the fight finally leaving him as he accepted his death on her terms at last. The paw remained there, kneading his flesh. It felt oddly nice. So did her attention to his manhood.

Eventually, he passed out, wondering when the bite would come, while Rachael sucked greedily away.

>>397199

"So, uhh, yeah, I notice I'm not dead yet. Now, don't get me wrong I'm a big fan of staying alive, and the sex is the absolute best I've ever had and would love to continue, but I have this stupid question.

Do you actually plan on eating me, or do you just get off on the fear?"

"What do you mean 'Im already eaten'?"

>>397155

I made a bad joke.

I made fun of myself for making a bad joke.

I acknowledged I was making fun of myself for making a bad joke.

I explained the bad joke.

I was confused by backpeddaling allegaation.

Am still confused by backpeddaling allegation.

None of my statements are mutually exclusive nor are they contradictory. Please explain the backpeddaling allegation I am legitimately confused.

>>397223

hellhound weaknesses include ear-scratching, headpats, telling them you love them and blowing air into their ears

>>397223

>local smug man sent to ER for pelvic destruction

Also was that last Hellman panel based off the one Nagatoro reaction image? It really gives off the same vibe.

>>397228

*hellwan

My bad

>>397223

I love this, where can I fnd more?

>>397199

John had never felt so refreshed and relaxed in his life. An odd thing, to be sure, considering he was supposed to be dead.

As he slowly awoke, he savored the feeling of utter contentment completely enveloping him. He could feel the fluffiness of the tufted fur around Rachael’s bicep supporting his head like a pillow. He enjoyed the comforting weight and smooth softness of her bosoms; one resting on his head while the other pressed into his face. With his nose buried up to her sternum, he could smell the intense but somehow soothing aroma of smoke, like charred hickory incense. Her pulse beat softly all around him as her free paw gently stroked the back of his head.

He opened an eye to look up at the woman. She was awake, her eyes were fixed on the top of his head but staring into nothingness, as if lost in her own world. A contented, close-lipped smile made her look equal parts beautiful and serene, as if she felt no cares in the world. Truly, it was a far cry from anything he had yet to see of the woman. She had yet to register his wakefulness. Blinking twice, she spared a downward glance and locked eyes with the man buried in her chest. Her lips creased into a snarl.

“Make us some breakfast,” she growled, shoving him off the bed.

Launched off the side, he was caught by a firm paw at the last moment, leaving him in a tangle of blankets and hanging off the side of the bed. The paw let go, causing him to drop the last few inches with a soft thump. The paw then fished around for a moment, latching onto the blankets pulling up, unravelling him like a bolt of cloth with himself as the spindle. Collecting the blankets back around herself, Rachel left him naked and on the floor.

John rolled his eyes. Finding his wooden leg on the floor at the foot of the bed, he did his best to secure it to his stump. It didn’t seem to fit quite right after her kick yesterday, but it was close enough. Then he located his pants, pulled himself up to a seated position on the floor, and dressed himself from the waist down. Using the bed for support, he stood.

“I thought you were going to kill me,” he said, mildly annoyed, but very surprised.

It wasn’t so much his continued existence that annoyed him, but the impending demise looming over him like an executioner’s blade. Better to just get it over with rather than tease him with pleasures of the flesh and the warmth of her companionship.

“Huh?” Rachael asked, looking up at him. For a moment, she looked genuinely confused. Clarity returned just as quickly, “Oh, no, I said I was going to eat you.”

As if that answered everything, her head fell back down into the pillows and she pulled the blankets tight over her head.

Though she couldn’t see, John made a show of looking down at his body, as if to asses that none of his parts were missing.

“Well?” he asked, spreading his arms, “I’m still mostly here, aren’t I?!”

A paw poked out of the blankets and waved at him dismissively, “Yeah, yeah, after breakfast. Get cracking, Gimpy.”

>>397237

Honestly I found this on Funnyjunk. They have two entire Monster Girl channels, on SFW, one NSFW.

>>397237

The artist's name is kurovah

>>397243

>>397286

agreed, we need more rape aftermath

>>397243

“No,” he said, his hands on his hips, defiant, “You make breakfast.”

“I’m a guest,” she mumbled from beneath the blankets, “You do it.”

“You’re an intruder,” he said, “And I’m not hungry. Impending death ruins my appetite.”

“I’ll give you an appetite,” she grumbled from beneath her mound, “Get in there and cook or I swear to the Fallen God I’ll spend all day raping you. When I’m done, you’ll need a crutch for your third leg, too!”

“I refuse to be ordered around in my own home,” he said definitively.

The blankets were quiet for a few seconds before grumbling. “Fine,” Rachael growled, throwing off the covers, “I’ll make it myself. But I should warn you, I don’t know how to cook at all and I don’t mind eating my food raw.”

Though he didn’t exactly know why he should care, visions of a Hellhound decimating his pantry, ruining his cooking utensils, and burning down his cabin marched through his head. Why he should care, he didn’t know, but the thought of watching her muck about in his kitchen before she killed him really aggravated him. Besides, cooking would keep his mind off what was sure to come and after last night, he was quite hungry too, if he were honest with himself, and he didn’t want raw food.

“Wait,” he said, holding up his hand, “I’ll do it.”

With that, Rachael fell back down onto the center of his bed, throwing the covers over herself.

Slowly are carefully he made his way to the kitchen. He thought about using one of the knives to kill himself, but what was the point if he was going to die anyway? His soul was lost, his first child was already hers; there was simply nothing left to lose. She seemed, if not nice, reasonable at least. With claws as sharp as hers, she could make his death a lot quicker and less messy than he could ever hope to do. And besides, he’d wanted to die for the last year at least and hadn’t been up to the task of making that happen himself. He wasn’t about to suddenly find some initiative, especially now that it didn’t even matter anymore.

Taking stock of his provisions, he realized he had quite a lot; certainly more than would last his very limited lifetime. He had quite a few eggs, some sausages, pork fatback, potatoes, onions, and some fresh peppers and other vegetables. He resolved to make use of whatever he could, preparing for the woman a feast large enough to give her indigestion and perhaps stave off her appetite for manflesh for just a few hours longer. He could sense Rachael’s approach, if not hear her paws padding on the floor behind him.

“I said I’d take care of the cooking,” he said, turning to face her, “You can go back to bed.”

She had dressed and brushed her hair, using his brush, no doubt. Her wild locks were gone, instead they had been pulled back into a simple ponytail secured with a strip of cloth. The flames in her eyes were wide, but calm. They didn’t flicker, but smoldered.

A paw moved to his bare chest, sliding up and down slowly against his naked skin. “I know,” she said, “I’m just watching you work.”

John looked at her a moment, not knowing quite what to think. She was behaving very oddly, for a hellhound. Although, he must admit, he had never actually met any hellhounds in person before. Bullishness aside, were they always this… comforting to their prey before devouring them?

Accepting her answer, he nodded and was about to turn back to scrambling the eggs when a motion caught the corner of his eye. Through the cabin window, he spied Tess, munching contentedly on the clover near the front porch.

He was about to curse himself mentally for endangering her when he noticed his riding gear by the front door, still next to the crutch where Rachael had left it. Another thing that just didn’t add up. He blinked twice, then turned to the eggs and sausage and began to absently scramble them together. Rachael was watching his motions intently as she moved on to rubbing his back and shoulders.

Why would she bother with breakfast at all, if she was just going to eat him?

>more than half the story is gone

>>397393

Nah, somewhere between 1/3 and 1/4. This thing is long.

>>397290

The meal prepared, he piled the food onto a single serving dish. Balancing himself with the hefty meal while walking would prove to be a small challenge, but far from impossible. The dish in both hands, he turned-

Only to have Rachael take the tray from his grasp. “Get some plates,” she called over her shoulder as she moved to the dining table.

“Just eat off the tray,” he said, “I’m not hungry.” He lied.

“I said get plates,” she replied firmly, sitting down.

John rolled his eyes. If she wanted a plate, she would get a plate. He grabbed a fork and a knife for her as well, for good measure, and two flagons of fresh ale. Sitting down across from her, he set the plate in front of her along with the utensils. The flagons he placed on each side of the table, one for her, one for himself. Immediately, Rachael grabbed her flagon, opened a window, and tossed the contents out. She returned with it filled with fresh water from the storage basin in the kitchen.

Understanding dawned on him as John remembered what they pair had been up to last night. Strong drink was not recommended for new mothers.

With Rachael shoveling food into her mouth with a paw, directly from the serving tray in between gulps of water, he absently stared out the window at Tess. He began wondering what the real reason was for why Rachael might have bothered to recover the horse’s riding gear. And his crutch. And why she had demanded breakfast. And had not devoured him. And had been, in some ways at some times, more like a wife to him than his own wife had been.

A loud belch brought his attention to the woman sitting across from him. The plate he had presented to her, still unused, clanged down in front of him. Rachael began scooping portions of egg and vegetables onto it. A claw poked into a piece of sausage. Hoovering it over the plate that was now ostensibly his, she shook it a few times to dislodge it, whereupon it fell onto the small pile of food with a plop.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Eat,” she said. “If I have to feed you mouth to mouth like a pup, I will.”

“I told you-”

“You need your strength,” she cut him off, pushing the plate a few inches closer to him. She licked her lips and smirked, “And to replenish your protein.”

John took a deep breath and sighed. That pretty much confirmed his suspicions.

“You’re not going to eat me at all, are you?” he ventured.

“Yes I am,” she said, finishing more of her drink.

“I don’t believe you,” he said.

“Hellhounds don’t lie,” she replied.

Then it clicked. He would feel stupid if he were right, but somehow relieved. He almost didn’t want to ask. What if he were wrong? His heart would drop through his chest. Could he make it to the kitchen, pull a knife, and slit his throat before she stopped him? Possibly. He had to find out. He hoped he was right.

“You devour my… Essence… My energy… But you’re not planning on killing me, are you?” he said after some consideration.

>>397396

The hellhound set the flagon down carefully and regarded him with an appraising eye. After a moment, she licked the water from her lips and smiled. It was a warm, genuine smile, full of mirth and humor. It was enough to make him smile, too. In seconds they were both chuckling. He did not know who started first.

“You know, Gimpy, you must be a real Philosopher King from old, you know that?” she said, wiping at her eye with a claw, “Figuring that one out all by yourself? Took you only, what, twenty three hours? A genuine prodigy you are. Your horse figured that out before you did.”

“You knew from the moment you saw me that you weren’t going to kill me,” he said, “Yet you continued this farce and let me believe otherwise.”

“Come on,” she said, “You were too cute! It’s… I dunno… It’s so crazy that you could ever believe I’d ever hurt you! If you’re good enough to fuck once, you’re good enough to fuck a bunch of times. Why would I ruin that by killing you?”

“You raped me!”

“Of course I did. That’s what I’m supposed to do with my sex slave. And you loved it! Every second of it.”

It was true, he couldn’t deny that. It would be an absolute lie to say he didn’t enjoy it, and a totally obvious one at that. Still… To make him believe his death was imminent?

“You could have told me and still bedded me,” he said, “It’s not like I would have had a choice in the matter.”

“Eh… You would have gotten even more belligerent with me, knowing I wasn’t gonna hurt you,” she reasoned, “I just wanted to enjoy that- that total surrender for a little while. Gets me all kinds of wet.”

John folded his arms across his chest and rolled his eyes. Absently, he popped his sausage piece into his mouth and chewed.

Rachael smiled again and reached across the table, rubbing his upper arm. His whole upper body moved with her motions. “There’s a good boy, good boy,” she said, “Eat up. Don’t pout. At least I’m not a manticore. You’d be really fucked then.”

“Oh?” he asked, grabbing the fork from across the table. He was suddenly feeling very interested in this particular topic.

“Yeah, real sadistic bitches, they are,” she said. She became quiet for a few seconds as she slowly chewed her meal, eyeing him carefully, as if she debated something with herself. She continued, “You know, there’s this one friend of mine, cute manticore named Lisa, been married for years… Has her idiot husband convinced to this day that she’s gonna kill him and eat him. She really gets off on that fear shit.”

“That’s terrible,” he said, leaning back, “But how on earth has he not figured it out by now?”

Rachael shrugged. “Maybe he has. Can’t say for sure what someone else is thinking. She keeps it fresh though,” she said. “This one time, for their fourth wedding anniversary, she flew him up to this pretty little secluded spot in the mountains. Made him build a campfire so she could cook him. Then, while she was stoking the coals, she forced him to dig his own grave to bury whatever would be left of him.”

“What happened next?” John asked, equally fascinated as disturbed.

“Soon as he was done digging, she pushed him down into it and raped him right there in the bottom of his own grave,” she said chuckling, “Then they toasted pastries around the fire while cuddling and holding hands.”

“That sounds kind of romantic, actually,” John said, “In a sick, twisted sort of way.”

>>397398

Rachael sighed, half smiling to herself. “Yeah, it really was romantic,” she said wistfully. “I was at her place, babysitting the girls of course. They have four little bundles of fluff now, three at the time. They’re all good kids. Love their Daddy. Now that they’re getting bigger, Mommy might have to stop playing at Daddy’s expense so much or they might take her seriously.”

John hadn’t considered that mamono treated their children in the same way that a person might. Fun. Games. Family. Love. Of course, he had never seen any to know how they might be raised. It made sense, in hindsight, that he had never run across any. No one took their kids to the battlefield, ideally. Of even greater revelation was that mamono children had their human fathers, not just sires to be used for their seed and then as nourishment for their impregnated mothers. Which might mean…

“Do all human victims of mamono… attention… survive?” he asked, “I mean, are they all used to produce children? And are they in good health?”

Rachael placed the flagon down in front of him, her hand shaking briefly. “Drink up, you’ll want to stay hydrated,” she said, looking away. She scratched the back of her head with her great paw and continued, appearing uncomfortable, “To answer your question, yeah, they all survive. They, well, they’re not the same, after a while though…”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Eh, let's not talk about that right now,” she said. She clapped her paws together loudly, “Congratulations are in order for discovering your new lease on life!”

“Hm. I suppose so,” he said warily. John didn’t like the way she had so abruptly changed the subject, but he let the subject rest. It wasn’t like knowing would change anything. He downed the remaining water, washing down a bite of eggs and vegetables.

“Guess what win for being so smart?” she asked, her wicked grin returning.

“Is it rape?” he asked.

“It’s rape!” she said, her grin turning wide and toothy. “Fallen God, you really are a genius! Come on, get up, Gimpy. I wanna see how many times you can make me cum before nightfall.”

“Now just wait a minute,” he said, indignant, “I thought you said if I cooked breakfast, you wouldn’t spend all day raping me.”

“First of all, you’re my sex slave, so you don’t get a say in this,” she said. “Second of all, I said I would rape you all day if you didn’t cook us breakfast. I was also gonna rape you all day even if you did.”

“You really are a creature of hell,” John said, his tone flat, “I see the devils have taught you their bargaining skills.”

“Danuki, actually,” she corrected, “But we made and ate breakfast together. That’s a solid, rape free, half hour out of your day. Bargain fulfilled, even with your terms.”

She stood, walked around the table to stand next to him, and took his arm in her paw. John hastened to finish his drink as she pulled him to his feet. He would indeed need to stay hydrated.

>>397583

is this the end or is there more? i'm curious because i'm really enjoying the story

Here's hoping she makes some good use of his tongue

>>397585

Yeah, there's plenty more.

>>397591

Spicy punani

>>397656

he might.

His member probably won't though

>>397583

Spent for the moment, Rachel lay on her side with John pulled in close to her. Her lips rested pressed against the top of his head as she stroked his stomach with a paw. His back was to her, their chests heaving together, their pulses racing as they gathered their breath. Though he was tall for a man, he felt small but protected in her arms. Her bosoms surrounded his head, pressed tight against the woman some two feet taller than himself. John was surprised to say the least at his stamina, though the woman still managed to drain him mercilessly.

While they recovered for yet another round of ‘proactive courtship’ as he preferred to think of it, he took the opportunity to get to know her better. He was genuinely curious about the woman who would be the mother of his demonic children.

“Tell me about yourself. Your family,” he breathed softly, “I take it your father is alive and well?”

“Very much so,” she whispered into his ear. “Not much to say about me. I’m twenty six. My father is a cobbler, my mother was a Soldier. Now she helps dad make shoes. It’s funny, cause hellhounds don’t usually wear them. I’ve got two sisters, both younger, and one little brother. He’s special, but he doesn’t act like it. Boys are still very much a rarity, but he doesn’t let it get to his head. Kinda they opposite; just wants to be a normal boy.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of any mamono men,” John said. “I never saw any, at least.”

“That’s why he’s special,” said Rachael, “There are no mamono men. He’s human, just like you, born to a hellhound. The Demon Lord made that possible, but men born to mamono are still very rare. Maybe one in ten. That’s why, well…”

“Why you need us to make up the difference,” he finished.

“There’s more to why I need you than just breeding,” she said, pulling him tighter against her warmth. She continued, “I enlisted when I was fifteen. Training, then running missions. I advanced pretty quick. Our Lady took a liking to me, I guess. I became a brigadier and now here I am.”

John tried moving his head to look at her in surprise, but pinned between her arms, bosoms, and chin, he failed.

“You’re… You mean to tell me you’re a general officer in the Lilim’s army?” he asked, incredulous. This woman was so young and yet he had only ever heard of one hellhound commander. He had even caught a glimpse of her on the battlefield once, maybe. “You’re the Mad Dog of the Apocalypse? The Reaper of Hades? The Widowmaker? I never thought you’d attack this far away from the tribal borderlands.”

She kissed the top of his head where her chin had been resting. “I go wherever my search takes me. The last nickname’s not true at all, by the way. I can assure you that every man and boy I have ever come across is or remains happily married, sometimes several times over. They call me The Matchmaker where I’m from. I’m glad you’ve heard of me though,” she said.

>>397771

Yeah, I tend to agree with you on this. Even the mamono that specifically mention 'heat' in their bio, I don't think that's the same thing as normal mammal 'heat.'

For all others, there's always the full-moon fan canon, which I think most authors handle pretty well.

>>397760

“Everyone has heard of you,” he said, “Everyone is terrified of you. Whole towns have fallen under your command. One after the the other, at least one every couple of months for the past five years. They say when you withdraw, you leave nothing behind. Not even the corpses.”

“There were never any corpses to leave,” she whispered, “or none for very long. Sometimes men and mamono get hurt, but our healers are quite effective.”

At the mention of healers, and the suggestion of raising the dead, John reflexively drew his left knee up closer to his chest. His stump grazed his lover’s thigh. Rachael ran a paw down, cradling the scarred remnant of of a limb in her soft pads.

“Yes, we’re gonna heal that too,” she whispered, “In time. We’ll go slow for you, but the process has already started.”

John hadn’t realized she had cast some sort of healing spell on him, but that explained why he was having trouble with his wooden leg. He could hardly imagine what it would be like to walk properly again. He didn’t know if he should believe it, but for whatever reason, he did. For as much of an arse as this woman was, he found himself trusting her implicitly.

He trusted her, the Mad Dog of the Apocalypse. The most feared and imposing enemy commander that anyone in the Empire could ever hope to cross paths with. And he was now cradled in her naked embrace while almost certainly carried his child. Unbelievable.

“Your turn. Tell me about yourself,” she said.

“Well,” he began, “I’m a Thirty four. Career Soldier. Spent most of my time on the frontier, either in different garrisons defending the Empire’s borders against the barbarian tribes or fighting them in campaigns. Moved around a lot, from one unit to the next. Eventually I got promoted to Knight-Commander. I was awarded this land by the Duke, but never got to see it until not too long ago.

“I only fought mamono once, a few years back. Came upon them by accident. You might have been there. It ended as well as I’m told it usually does. Your lot never attacks unless your victory is absolutely certain.

“Two years ago, I was finally married to a young barrister’s daughter seeking a way into a title. Last year, I lost my leg to a crossbow bolt. Not a terrible wound, but infection set in. That’s when I came home to this, an empty house.”

“What about…” she began, “What about your family?”

>>397932

“Father and mother live in the county seat,” he said, “One brother, one sister live near them. I’m the oldest. As I said, my wife left while I was away, just before I lost my leg. Your intuition was correct. The child she bore was not mine. A few mindful townsfolk ran her and her lover out. Sent word to me that another man had been sharing my house. My bed. This one. I could not afford another.”

“I think we’ve purified it with our stink,” she said with a chuckle, “Let’s burn it. I’ve got a bed twice this size waiting for us at home.”

“Home? You mean a den in a cave somewhere?” he asked, smiling.

“Yeah,” she replied, humor in her voice, “You get a nice bundle of straw in a dark mountain hole where we can raise our litter.”

“Sounds perfect,” he said. He meant it as a joke, but honestly, he didn’t think he’d mind.

“What a stupid woman,” she said. “I don’t get why anyone who had you would ever give you up. Un-fuckin’-believable. Still, she did me a favor. Human women don’t count, but she wouldn’t have stayed human for long. One less wife means more for me.”

This time John strained out of her grasp just enough to turn his head and look up at her.

“You know, you should be careful,” John said, “I might get the wrong idea.”

“Yeah? About what?” Rachael asked.

“You’re treating me an awful lot like a husband,” he said, “Certainly a lot more than my ex-wife ever did.”

“Yeah, well no shit, Gimpy,” she said, “You are my husband, you stupid cripple.”

“I thought I was just a sex slave to you,” he said, suddenly feeling real butterflies in his stomach in the first time since he could remember.

“Huh? I’m a hellhound, John,” she said, “Rape slave, husband, there’s no difference. They mean the same damn thing to us.”

>>398112

*wheeze*

>>398130

That's not based, anon :v)

>>398130

It's just a nigwan making a litter y so mad

>>398112

>posting bestiality

Disgusting.

>>397933

More please

>>397933

“Do you have any… I mean do you have any other, or will there be any other, rape slaves?” he asked, trying to sound unconcerned. In truth, he might have begun to nurse an affection for this woman, and he was not inclined to share her with another man.

For the first time he realized he could see real anger spreading across Rachael’s face. Before this moment, it was now apparent, she had never really been angry. No, not like the way she looked at him now. Above even the anger, however, there was disgust. A deep revulsion welling up within her, as if John had uttered some of the deepest, darkest, depravity imaginable and she could simply not believe it. The woman swallowed hard and blinked a few times. Slowly, her features seemed to calm.

“John, I uh…” she began, “I think… Lemme help you unload some of that baggage your ex-wife left you with. We mamono don’t take multiple men. Ever. Fallen God, there are hardly any to go around, let alone enough for someone to have… to be with more than one. That’s making me want to vomit just saying it. There would be corruption of the spirit energy inside… me… My body wouldn’t know what to do. Or who may mate was. I mean, well, we’re just not capable of that.”

John blinked, confused for a moment. “You spoke of multiple wives,” he said, “What about that?”

“Oh, okay. I see why you’re confused. Well yeah. That’s different,” she replied, leaning back in bed. She seemed relieved. “For one, I can’t have more than one guy’s kid in me at a time, but you can get dozens of women pregnant.”

“There will not be dozens,” said John, worried suddenly. He could barely keep up with Rachael. Dozens would absolutely kill him. A wonderful way to die, perhaps, but dead regardless.

“No, of course not,” said Rachael, rubbing his chest, “For another, there would be a hell of a lot more lonely mamono out there in the world, way worse than it is now, if we didn’t sometimes share. You think it’s bad now? There would be feral sandworm girls demolishing whole cities. And they’re the nice ones. And men just have a different place in society than mamono. I can’t… use other mamono as I see fit. I mean, I might knock boots our wives once in a while if they’re okay with that- definitely gotta do it at least once before I let ‘em near you cause I gotta show ‘em who’s alpha- but I wouldn’t have the same… sort of… expectations… of my of my wives as I do of you.”

“I see,” John said, mulling over what had been said.

>>398345

He was definitely curious about one thing though. He felt guilty just thinking about it, and maybe a little intimidated by his ‘wife’s’ experience, but he had to ask. He himself had lain with a woman before, his former wife. He had also felt the very real physical proof of his new ‘wife’s’ chastity, at least in the technical sense. Although there should be no concern for a gap in experience on his part as he was, officially at least, the more experienced of the pair, he got the sense that there was definitely a lot more than met the eye in this regard. Should previous partners even matter? If no, was there a number at which it began to matter? If yes, was it even like he had a choice? Although, if she had explored the fairer sex as he suspected, that was indeed slightly different, though troublesome for different reasons.

“Have you spent… time with anyone else?” he asked, trying to sound innocent.

“Men? Not even a kiss,” she said definitely, “Women, uh, yeah. That better not be a problem.”

“No, no problem at all, but isn’t homosexuality a sin?” he asked.

She chuckled, “Yeah, and so’s fuckin’ a devil dog. Why don’t you go confess about it? I’ll be here waiting for some more of that fine dick when you’re done. We’re already going to Hell, so no worries. Even got a nice spot all picked out and a job all lined up. Not a bad way to spend eternity.”

John rolled his eyes. His soul was indeed lost to this woman. Even if he were to confess his own sin of laying with this demonic woman and survive the ‘penance’, he knew damn well that would return to her. Voicing concern for her proclivities seemed hypocritical at best, anyway. He had no choice, and even if he had, he knew what he would choose.

Rachael sighed, and for the first time since he had met her, she seemed to turn bashful. “I don’t want- I absolutely won’t keep secrets from you, for long, anyway,” she said softly. “Since you’re wondering, I’ll tell you I’ve been with plenty of women, mamono and human both, and I’m not ashamed of it. I enjoyed it. All of it.

“Mamono get pretty horny, some more than others. Battle-sisters become pretty close. And it’s somewhat common that the single ones, the more needy ones, become much, much closer when the urges hit. Jinkos in heat. Ushis… whenever. Better than taking off on their own in a rape-frenzy, hitting up a village for looking for a man they like only to get themselves killed. It’s also a lot better than rubbing one out, sure. Some women can’t even get off on their own. Heh. You know, not having a man sucks a whole lot more now that I know what I’ve been missing. Damn, it’s nothing like being with a girl. Doesn’t even prepare you for it.”

She seemed to be trying overly hard to explain herself. The truth was, John didn’t really mind. He could give her something that no woman could. But the question of human women troubled him. He remembered her threats to do to his own hypothetical wife much the same as she had done to him. At first, he had believed her completely. Then, he thought it was hyperbole or an empty threat. Now, however, he was not so sure. Hellhounds might not lie, but was this strict truth, or something akin to her promises of ‘devouring’ him: True, but only from a certain point of view?

“And the human women?” he asked.

She growled for a moment. “Look at me, Gimpy. Do you really want me to talk about that?”

>>398352

>she's looking at him like she's looking at a welfare cheque

Must be true love :^)

>>398358

>summoning your hubby

>picture of dude in front of altar

>implication that the guy was summoned here and immediately raped

This pic almost deserves a short fic for it.

>>398394

it definitely begs the question where exactly the man was conjured from. It summoned him right out his clothes thats some pretty powerful magic. Also makes you wonder exactly why she couldn't get a man the natural hellhound way.

>>398358

As that other anon once said, that's the gayest straight shit I have ever seen.

>>398346

John knew that this woman, like all mamono, was a rapist. They viewed it much differently, which he understood now. To them, rape was the perfectly natural method of courting men and and converting women. The fact that Rachael seemed hesitant to speak on the matter showed her deference to John’s, and by extension humanity’s, opinions on the subject. They viewed rape differently than humans, but they also knew that they viewed it differently than humans.

Did he really want to hear about how his newlywed wife had probably raped countless unwilling young women into willing mamono? No, not really. Best not to think about it. He shook his head.

Rachael seemed to relax at the gesture. “Good,” she said, “All you need to know is that for the most part, they’re all very happy now. Many of them found husbands of their own, and most of us still keep in touch.”

“What of your battle-sisters? The close ones? Will you continue to… What I’m trying to ask is, will you divide your time between me and them?” Then a thought occurred to him, “Will I have to be with them as well?”

“Some of them found husbands,” she said, “So not those. We can- sense is probably the best word- ‘sense’ the spirit energy of other men on them. It would be impossible for us to lay with each other once they stink of another man. It’s a huge turn off, like a waving massive warning flag. Unless it happens to be from the spirit energy of the man I’m also interested in. Then it could be kinda interesting, I’m told. Dunno for sure. It’s never happened to me. The man whose smell I fell for had never been with any mamono before last night.

“And a’course, I’m not even sure vag’ll do it for me anymore when I got my own little man waiting for me back home. I mean, it probably still beats jillin’ off… And I made some promises to the girls… So I might try to lez out with a few of my single battle-sisters if you’re busy or something. But even then, it won’t happen if they don’t like how you smell on me, and that’s likely the case. Now, if they do like how you smell, then well… That’s, uh, well… Yeah…”

“Well what?” John asked.

Strangely enough, he was beginning to feel a twinge of jealousy, though tamped down by arousal, at the idea of his ‘wife’ seeking pleasure in the arms of another woman. It was strange because he had barely met this woman, and more to the point, she was for all intents and purposes his captor and rapist. Yet he had begun to think of her as his. His wife.

>>398571

“Well, they won’t be single for long, that’s for sure. If they like how you smell on me, they’ll marry you too,” she said, trying to sound matter of fact. “I know what you’re thinking, Gimpy. ‘Oh no, more rape?!’ Yes, more rape. It might get rough, but it won’t hurt, I promise. It’ll never hurt. You’ll even learn to love it. Like you’re leg healing, you’ll be surprised what a serious infusion of demonic energy can help men cope with.”

“Maybe I don’t want any more wives,” he said, feeling not at all assuaged by her words, “I had not thought myself in need of a single wife, let alone a whole harem of them.”

He felt Rachael shrugging against his back. “Eh. You don’t really have a choice. Can’t always get what you want, and that’s life. But I will tell you, it’s not a guarantee. Might just be us, and that’s fine too. I love my battle sisters- not as much as I love you, a’course, and not in the same way- and I want to see them happy with a man, but you can lead a horse to water… Can’t make ‘em drink.”

“Oh?” he asked sarcastically, “You’re not just going to throw me in a pit of mamono and let them rape me on sight?”

“Ha! I should try that,” she said, giving his manhood a squeeze, “Would be quite the show watching my single bitches finally get their first taste of real meat. But like I said, it doesn’t work like that. Even if you were single, there’s nothing saying that they’ll want anything ta do with ya. My own brother, for example, is one of maybe a score of single boys that lives in the mamono village. He’s only had a couple dozen marriage proposals and he’s already thirteen. But you’re not single, so they’ll sense another mamono all over and in ya anyway and that’s almost always a no-go.

“Now, my close battle-sisters probably won’t mind my smell- the girls and I have mingled our own energies enough times, heh- so it’s yours they might not take a liking to. For a group marriage to work, everyone's energies- the man’s and all the womens’ together- have to be compatible. Everyone agrees and everyone is happy. So, it’ll work like this. When my girls meet you, they’ll get a whiff of your spirit energy, then, if you’re not their type, they’ll just be polite and move on. If you do it for them though, it’s game on and they’ll marry us- me in the legal sense and you in every sense- right on the spot.”

“They would be married to you as well?” he asked, dumbfounded. John had heard of polygyny before, many of the barbarian tribes practiced marriage between one man and several wives, but never a sort of group marriage. It sounded like Rachael had described a union not just of the women to a single man, but of the women to each other as well.

“Of course,” she said, “If they didn’t, it would just be a clusterfuck of bitches all fighting over the same guy. There has to be some sort of recognized structure between our union. And, I mean, by mamono law you’ve got all the same rights as us and all, but in practice it’s really the mamono who are married to each other, not you to us. Not that we all won’t have plenty of love for you, but you’d be more like… communal property.”

>>398572

Be careful. You are walking on the edge of a cliff. Don't fall. If you do you die a degenerate.

Metaphors. Aww Yeah.

>>398572

>it’s really the mamono who are married to each other, not you to us.

Another red flag.

>>398685

>>398688

Oh dear. Too bad the story is already written. It's quite long, too.

On the other hand, maybe there is no degeneracy beyond talk of it here?

Or maybe the real degeneracy is allowing 9 out of every 10 mamono remain sad and alone?

I mean canonically, I can't see anything against multiple wives… Not that most of the stories here are in any way canonical. In that sense, this is one of the most KC pure stories you're gonna find.

At this point I'm not gonna say one way or the other the direction I've already taken with this. But as I said way back when I started this, I'm not gonna post anything that people don't want. That's just wasting my time and yours. So to anyone reading this, go ahead and call it. You all like it, I keep posting. You don't, or you're worried with the direction I'm taking this, I move on and no hard feelings. Life's too short to read fiction that you don't like.

>>398693

Not me, m8, just want to get a sense on whether I keep going or not. Thank you for your input.

Although I have to question what the hell you're even doing on /monster/ when you don't like femdom, which is 90% rape, let alone in the hellhound thread, which is 100% rape.

The whole fucking board is built on Femdom. When the monsters show up, it's literally called, 'Day of the Rape.'

>>398691

Keep posting, it's some good shit.

>>398691

You sound like a twink.

>>398691

In my books you're fine, harems have always had both sides of the camp squabbling since day one, but as long as the wives love their husband, he love's his wives, and there's absolutely no kikery or degeneracy, I don't see an issue.

>>398694

The "femdom" in /monster/ runs the gamut from actual femdom to just a sexually aggressive female who wants her husband for him (rather than what he can do for her). Lots of girls don't put the main focus on the dominance/rape thing anyway. Look at girls like the Kikimora, Wendigo, Umi Osho, Ice Queen, etc. Yeah, there's an element of "you are going to bang, it's inevitable" but it isn't necessarily at the forefront. Also, good monstergirl characters aren't one dimensional. My heart melts for a rough, tough Hellhound character who has a vulnerable side she's afraid to show anyone until she learns she can trust her husbandu.

Plus the adherence to, if not monogamy, at least spousal and family loyalty is important to me. Our entire society spits on things which should be sacred. The corruption gets into everything, it's fucking insidious. I remember it really became clear to me when I was watching a show on Public Television (back when I was bluepilled enough to watch that crap). It was ostensibly an educational program about how people lived in the past told via the medium of a ordinary people being made to live using only technology available during that time period. It had an insufferable reality show element to it but it still could have been very informative. Of course, all of the participants were fucking each other and the show made damn sure you knew about it. I couldn't get over how you can't even have a fucking history show without fornication. Compared to that, if an Anon wants to be bullied by his pack of hellhounds wives, but they really do love him and they're all completely loyal to each other, their family, and their children? That I can live with.

Pretty depressing how pure vanillafag sensibilities can only survive in strange niches like /monster/ these days, isn't it?

>>398691

>>398694

>>398697

I was referring to the part where the author implied the main character was getting turned on by being cucked. Sorry for the confusion.

>>398707

He really wasn’t implying that, they guy hates that he got cheated on by his wife.

How hot is Hellhound eye fire? Can it burn you or start things on fire? Is it safe to have sround?

>>398730

It's the same temperature as your breath but not as moist.

Sun Tzu says:

"Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys. Let your soldiers fuck your husband, that would be kind of fucked tbh, and that ruins my metaphor."

Jokes aside, keep going

>>398691

I'm enjoying it so far too

>>398572

“How… How many are we talking about?” he asked.

He wanted to object, to object to all of this. Not so much to Rachael, exactly, but to the idea of being nothing more than a sexual appliance to some group of mamono he’d never met while being passed around like some sort of tobacco pipe. He wanted to object to the idea that he had essentially lost all control over his life. But honestly, it mattered little. Nothing he could say would make a difference, he knew. Somehow, though, he would have to find a way to be okay with that. It hadn’t been very long ago that he was simply ready to die, and now at least, he had something to live for. Even if it was going to be under far from ideal circumstances. He did want to live for Rachael and yet he had barely met the woman and she had been his would-be killer. Was this a power of the mamono? To make men fall in love with them?

He did not believe so, but it was possible. It’s not as if she really needed to use any special power on him. She was beautiful, caring, fiendishly attractive, warm, soft in all the right places and none of the wrong ones, and he was starved for affection and giving up on life. She was pure spring water on the lips of a man dying of thirst. Of course he would fall in love with her.

“How many women would we take as wives?” she asked rhetorically, repeating his question, “Well, not many, if any at all. Most marriages only have two or three. Falling for a claimed man happens often enough, but as I said, a deep, close, loving history with the other woman is absolutely the only thing that makes that possible. I’ve got three battle-sisters that I saw on the regular who are still single and might possibly be interested; my young aide-de-camp Jennifer, my executive officer Meredith, and one of my battalion commanders, Sarah.”

John simply nodded, “They have lovely names.”

He didn’t know what else could be said regarding his potential fiances. It was hardly like it mattered, anyway. He had no idea what kinds of beasts these women were and was afraid to ask. Not that it mattered. He hoped they were of the smaller, more demure type. He wasn’t sure if he could handle another Rachael.

“They’re nice girls, real sweethearts. Can’t wait for you to meet them,” said Rachael, sportinging an uncomfortably sly grin. “We’ve talked about one day getting a husband together, hoping it might be possible. There might be a fourth… Maybe. We’ll see. I know that seems like a lot, but again, there’s a whole lot of lonely mamono out there. This is the best shot they have at gettin’ a man for most of ‘em. And again, just cause they’ve already been fucked by the girl that claimed ya doesn’t mean any of ‘em ‘ill want your ugly crippled ass.”

The idea of being rejected by the perpetually rape-crazed mamono- or worse, four of them- somehow made John feel a bit self conscious. Would he not be good enough for them? He glanced down at his severed limb and sighed internally. He was lucky enough to have Rachael and should be happy with that. A day ago he would have spent the rest of his life and old age alone, and now he was hurt at the idea of rejection from potential wives numbering two through five. The demonic energy coursing through him must have been affecting more than just his body.

>>398847

“Tomorrow is going to be a big day,” said Rachael.

One paw rubbed John’s head while the other, she pressed against his chest. She held him tight against her body in what John had come to realise was her favorite sleeping position. The hellhound, his wife, his lover, his asshole friend, liked to lay curled up on her side with his body pulled into hers. As her legs were curled up, his too were forced into bending against hers, the backs of his knees flush with the fronts of her own. Her large paws, wrapping around to the front of his body, held him tight. He clutched onto them like a small child might hold onto a pair of large, furry stuffed animals, though these had a tendency to tighten into iron-like pillars of muscle at random times of night.

“What’s the occasion?” John asked, “More rape?”

“Of course,” she said, planting a kiss on the side of his head before playfully nipping at his ear, “But that’s not the occasion. No, we’re going home. Well, to my parent’s house. I… I don’t really have a place of my own yet.”

Her pause felt heavy. John could almost feel her eyes shifting around the room.

“It’s just temporary. We’re gonna stay with my parents until we build our place. My room’s nice though. You’ll like it. Their house is in a hidden mamono village in the woods called Aratora, about two days trek on foot. We’ll make it in one.

“I’ll introduce you to my parents, my family, our friends… A couple of days later, depending on when we arrive, on the full moon there’ll be a victory festival for sacking the human town down there. Then there’ll be a quick marriage ceremony at the end for all the girls who claimed their men from the captives, then me and maybe half the new brides will put in our resignations, and finally you and I will get some ice cream and watch the moon rise over the river bank. Too easy.”

“A marriage ceremony?” he asked. Although he had started to get a handle on her line of reasoning at this point, he couldn’t resist needling her a bit, “For your rape slave? Seems beneath the great Hellhound general.”

“Ha, nothing is beneath me,” she said, wrapping a leg over him, bringing her hips over his, “Except you, sometimes.”

Though warm and oppressive, her powerful thighs and substantial mass felt indescribably wonderful as she lowered herself against him. As early as two days ago, hadn’t thought for a second that he would have ever been interested in a woman as tall as he, let alone one nearly two feet taller and built like a warrior goddess. Now, his body reacted as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and he loved every second of her presence.

“It’ll be quick. It’s just a ceremony to recognize and bless all our marriages. We like to give it a few days between when we first claim our husbands and bringing them out in public. They’ve all usually welcomed their new life by then, though you might see one or two still bound or gagged. Some of the girls like to take things a little slow.”

>>398850

I aplogize for thinking you were a degenerate. Instead you are a talented writer. Good job.

>>398850

This is a nice story, please keep it up!

>>398850

Good stuff, writefag

>>398850

Tremendous stuff. When will more be posted? I have to know what happens.

>>401630

>>401628

>>401629

>No hula hoops

you Had one job Anon

>>401656

She's certainly not very pretty, but not really ugly either. But not cute at all.

>>401656

>it's garbage

I have a few boards that are up to your speed:

>>>/cutebois/

>>>/lgbt/

>>401659

Hulk anon is right though, perhaps you are the one fit for /chaos/ on the other hand

>>401657

>>401656

It's just someone with a 'I desperately don't want to anime too hard' style. You could do worse like multiple men, or a partner(s) that aren't white

>>401656

Isn't hulk a monsterboy, and as such you should be banned?

>>401728

I don't see how you can get

>She's ugly

from

>She's certainly not very pretty, but not really ugly either. But not cute at all.

I pretty clearly said she's neither pretty nor ugly, but not cute. Plain looking and a bit overweight would be a fair description. They clearly have SJW influences, but didn't want to go full nigger.

And I do know what you're talking about. Nowadays SJW are incapable of drawing anything except niggers. They want to corrupt all things by giving them ugly ass nigger features. It's sickening.

>>401761

Is that a cross between a Hellhound, Manticore, and Ushi-Oni?

>>401763

Yes.

run

>>401767

You can't run, you're already raped

>>401853

>Did you get this from the book of bad opinions?

I still maintain that she wasn't very pretty in those pics before. This last one is cuter.

>What, so you want her to be full of piercings or tatoos like a fucking nigger? She has all of the necessary/characteristic hellhound features.

Of course not. I'd just want her to have a cute face.

>I mean, big hips and large buttocks are nigger features, and humanoid monsters can only benefit from these.

You're willfully ignoring the truly ugly nigger features I was talking about, the massive lips, paired with giant broad ape-like noses. There are women of all races with big hips and asses. That's just a general body shape.

Stop nitpicking so much just because I have a different opinion than you.

>>401919

>All this attention paid to the nigger features

>>>/interracial/

>>401919

>red lips and broad nose

please point out those features in the drawings, the nose is a standard anime type and the lips are grey

>>401938

>please point out those features in the drawings

I never said those features were in those drawings. That was specifically in reference to what was said in >>401853. Not the drawings themselves.

>>401853

> Hellhound 43

Do you have wan pic folder? Please post moar

>>402042

>Well she doesn't share any of those features.

She doesn't, thankfully. I was just bitching about recent SJW trends in art. They seem to be embracing niggers as the ideal of beauty or some shit.

Anyways, this hellhound is fine. I like cuter more petite girls, but we've argued about it more than enough.

I'm mainly just following this thread for the story. But the writefag seems to have given up on it.

>>402042

are you going to post the other 10%?

>>402099

That's a very cute hellhound you just posted there, anon. Much more to my liking.

>>402101

meh, too many piercings for my liking

>>401761

I hope the pelvic insurance covers this

>>402334

I am sorry. But your current pelvis insurance plan does not apply to ushi-oni, hellhound, manticore hybrids or any other hybrid girls whatsoever. If you are willing to pay the $50 a month premium you can purchase hybrid mammano pelvis insurance. Would you like to do this?

>>398850

you should put this on tft. Its really good

>>403075

>Danuki trick single boyim into buying pelvic insurance in case they get raped too hard

>they also leak the personal info of their customers to whichever mgs fall outside the coverage of their current plan so they can’t collect after getting proactively dated

>the insurance money is instead given out as a wedding gift to the new couple

Although I suppose the really (((thrifty))) move would be to leak his info to the gentle mamono least likely to damage his pelvis. But that’s not as fun of a plan.

>>403122

Truly the danuki is the boyims greatest ally.

I honestly wouldn't mind a ghetto hellhound gf with a big bubble butt in booty shorts that likes to twerk on my crotch, provided she still has Caucasian facial features and a three digit IQ.

>>403261

>board about wholesome monstergirl romance

>fags keep mixing degenerate/nigger memes with mgs

Hellhounds were a mistake from the get go with all the doormats they brought out of the woodwork, but this shit is just stale at this point. Make fun of our enemies, not what we treasure, you idiots.

>>403269

wew single-digit iq

>>403218

I’m kind of impressed he actually kept sticking with the sex doll lie for so long

>>403250

Underrated

>>402099

>rebellious teen hellhound listens to comfy melodic metal instead of her mothers hardcore black metal

>>403452

Cool and all but..

>Harem

Ay swear this niggers reproduce evertahm ya don't look at them

>>403466

harem is love.

>>403333

Hot ngl

>>403452

>spade tail

>>403506

At this point I'm chalking it up to the artist reading about how men become incubi in MGE, and he probably thought, "Oh, so they grow a tail then, because now they're demons.". Makes sense to me. We'll see how it goes when the portals open. What I want to know is, what the fuck is up with the hellhound's nails? Claws? Either way, they look weird. Should probably go to a doctor or a vet about it.

>>403575

I've been interested in commissioning them but I can't find a commission sheet anywhere.

>>403546

People here even get the facts wrong on incubization. You don't even get a big dick, it just fixes micropenis. All it does is give your body a shorter refractory period and make you splooge more. Also more powerful at casting spells if you have that ability

>>403592

>>403592

>People here even get the facts wrong on incubization. You don't even get a big dick,

You actually do.

>Also more powerful at casting spells if you have that ability

no?

>>403575

>a large human dick is silly

>but a horse one is less silly

I don't understand.

[You Thought I was Done?]

“Is it like a human wedding ceremony?” he asked.

“Yeah, more or less,” she said, “I never seen a human one, but from what I understand it’s pretty much the same. We got a priest, ‘cept ours is to the Fallen God. She’s a bit of a religious nutter, but she’s good people. Used to be a nun ‘til she converted and took an alter-boy with her. And, uh, towards the end of the ceremony, instead of a, ‘You may now kiss the bride,’ she says, ‘You may now claim your husbands.’”

“We’re going to make love? There, in the middle of the ceremony, in front of everyone?” he asked. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that, but I guess it’s not like I have a choice.”

“Uh, yeah,” she said with a chuckle, “I know you humans are prudes about that sort of thing, but when the time comes, worrying about it’ll be the furthest thing from your mind. But you won’t be alone. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And a bunch of other people, watching or themselves making love,” he said, “Like some heathen… Group.”

He was about to say, ‘orgy,’ but he suspected that she might not have taken too well to that characterization. He was right.

“Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asked, “It’s a holy sacrament, not some free for all. If you think for one second that-”

“Rachael, no,” he interrupted, “That’s not what I meant. I just might find it uncomfortable with everyone else engaging in relations around me. I might find it distracting. These men… It was a small town. I’m sure I know most of them. The baker that I sold my wheat to, the stable-boy that took care of Tess, even the women that turned, I’ll be seeing all of them at their most intimate, you know? And your family will no doubt see us.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re worried about?” she scoffed, “Trust me, you won’t see shit and neither will they.”

By way of demonstration, she rolled him onto his back and climbed atop him. Her dark, heavy breasts fell on either side of his cheek, her weight gently pressing him into the bed and holding him in place. He glossy black hair, wild but well-kept, draped over the top of his head, shutting him away from all light except the soft red glow of her burning eyes. Her thighs and legs pressed into his, her hands held his above his head, her arms covered his. She left nothing exposed.

“It’s gonna be real hard for anyone to see anything like this,” she said softly, kissing him before rolling to the side and pulling him back into her chest. “And they’ll be too busy to notice anything even if they tried. Not just the newlyweds, but anyone watching with a man will probably start feeling frisky. It’s the full moon, after all. Now I’m getting some sleep. You should, too.”

…

>>403601

had to look it up on the wiki, but heck you're right. Could have sworn. I guess when I read

After becoming an incubus, their physical appearance hardly changes at all from when they were human; however, they gain vigor and lust like that of a monster, far exceeding that of a human. Their thoughts and values change, all becoming centered around having sex with monsters. Their body also gradually changes to become more suited to having sex with them.

but then on the incubus page it says

The biggest changes of all occur in the functions that are also most important to monsters that get used during sex. It depends on the race and preferences of the monster that one is coupled with, but most men who become an incubus will have their penis grow larger by leaps and bounds, and they'll be able to please monsters even more.

that comes from the fallen maidens book… so I hadn't read it. Although It also says:

''First, it is purported that the looks almost don't change at all compared to when one was human. Monsters don't care very much about the attractiveness of a man's face, so in most cases there are no changes whatsoever. The body changes to become more healthy and durable so that it's convenient for sex, but it's rare for the appearance to change greatly other than that.

A rare exception occurs and the appearance greatly changes in the case of those who are too feeble or fat, and their form will be vastly improved so that it's convenient to have sex with monsters. Also, in the case of those who are so old that it's a hindrance to sex, they will also be rejuvenated''

>>403623

yay! I need to see this to its conclusion

>>403653

With that explanation it would make sense for genital expansion to mainly affect micropenises. After all, some of the really tiny ones would probably be a hindrance to sex.

>>403677

its what I extrapolated from the text. Its weird, I usually like MG canon enough not to bother with head canon.I don't know, I'm comfortable with the size of my dick so I'm not crazy about it getting bigger. I write MG stories and I don't think I'm going to bother to cover that part of incubization.

>>403716

I don't give a shit about your stipulation. She will love you no matter who you are.

>>403723

Exactly this, the other anon thinks through 3DPD

>>403716

worrying about your dick is pussy shit tbh

>>403716

>All the constant obsessing over giant fucking horse dongs

>>>/gay/

>>403711

>Hear me out, but I just really like massive dicks, especially inhuman horse dicks

lmao what a fag

>>403623

Based. Glad to see you back.

>>403712

his intent is to derail the thread, retard. stop giving him replies.

>>403623

Finally you return. I await the next one eagerly

>>403765

le fuggin paste and lead pilled!!!11!!

>>403623

The following morning, while Rachael slept in, John made them both a simple meal out of the leftovers from yesterday’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He thought it should be fine for one more day. He had completely gone through his fresh stores making that massive feast, but he still had a few dried goods and preserves in his storage cellar. Dried pork, canned fruits and vegetables, and simple dried biscuits all went into his travel bag. He also took two large sacks of wheat flour fresh from the miller- he wondered what poor mamono woman ended up capturing that curmudgeon- to use for bartering along with his silver coinage. He wasn’t sure about mamono customs and didn’t want to ask in this case, but he found a few bolts of colorful and unused cloth to present as gifts to his new in-laws.

Returning to his wife to rouse her, John swiftly realized that his bride was not a morning person. Despite her most heated protestations, he managed to get her to her feet, cleaned off a bit, and dressed. In no time at all, and with blissfully few follow-on complaints, they were out the door and on their way.

For the sake of time, Rachael had demanded that John ride on Tess with some of their belongings, while she hiked alongside with the rest carried on her back. It went against every fiber of his being to allow himself, as the man, to be led on a horse like some princess. This was doubly the case while his new bride had no choice but to trudge along on foot through grass, dirt, and rocks. Although it might have been impossible for Tess to bear the weight of his hellhound wife for any serious length of time, that didn’t mean that John couldn’t walk along side her.

Yet there was nothing to be done for it save to swallow his pride and sulk in silence. Rachael had made it abundantly clear that if he so much as thought of stepping one foot off of Tess, she wouldn’t hesitate to tie him to the saddle.

Although he would only admit it to himself, he had to agree that Rachael had the right idea. Given that he was a one-legged cripple with a crutch and a fake leg that had stopped fitting correctly on account of its mamono sex-magic powered growth, he would no doubt considerably slow their progress over the rough and uneven terrain. Rachael, on the other hand, had no trouble running alongside Tess at a full jog for lord only knew how long, all while carrying as much weight as the horse could. He also clearly understood why she had said hellhounds had no use for shoes. She could walk over anything at all and it bothered her not in the slightest.

While stopping to rest, east, and relieve themselves, she did, however, enjoy having the paw pads on her feet cleaned and rubbed, showing that while possessing considerable fortitude, she was not entirely immune to the aches and pains of long distances and harsh conditions. That he offered at all surprised himself as much as it did her, John could tell. Call it his nature, his ambivalent attitude toward life, but he figured that anything less than his complete and enthusiastic consent was completely pointless at this juncture, the time for that having long since passed. He would make the best of his new life by offering a warm gesture to his lifelong companion. Such niceties had become easier as he got to know Rachael, who was fast making it apparent that, while a complete asshole most of the time, she was a genuinely nice person on the inside. Add to that that he would be spending quite a bit of time with this woman for the foreseeable future while she raised his children, then there was nothing left for John to do but his part towards ensuring their relationship work.

On the road again, then a night in a makeshift tent where their lovemaking was slower, more meticulous than before, yet somehow even more intense. The following morning, they rose with the morning sun. John hadn’t realized just how cold the crisp mountain air could be after having spent the night in what could almost have been a sauna. The woman’s heat obviously couldn’t be natural, so he resolved to ask if she could turn it down at some point. Otherwise his nights would get very uncomfortable if she insisted using him as a pillow.

>>403873

Foot rubs and tender lovemaking on the side of the road? This boi has fallen hard. I don't blame him one bit Good stuff writefag, keep it up. I'm sorry some autistic fag has decided to shit up this thread, know that there are others like myself whom are interested to hear more of this.

>>403945

that's gonna be reallllly hard with top quality content like that

>>403949

It clearly says "Kanel" right in the pics.

>>403949

nvm I found the source

>>403873

“Not long now,” said Rachael, doing her best to tend to her hair.

Steven saw to Tess, checking on her shoes and arranging her tack. “How long do you think?” he asked.

“We break camp in the next few minutes, we’ll be there in time for lunch,” she replied, “Shouldn’t need to rush.”

Steven shrugged, “Well, let’s get on it then.”

In only a few short hours, and after a simple breakfast on the road, Rachael had guided them to the non-descript location deep in the woods at the foot of a small mountain. They had traveled no path that John recognized, nevertheless there always seemed to be enough room for his horse to walk comfortably without having to worry about branches, logs, rocks, or other hindrances. After a time, John had concluded that they were indeed walking on a path, but one so cleverly disguised that even those walking along it could never be too sure of its true nature.

“We’re here,” said Rachael, “Finally home. Almost.”

John dismounted. He saw no signs of this Mamono town, nor any path that might lead there, nor any other signs of civilization whatsoever. He suspected some form of magic hid the town from prying Imperial eyes. Mamono possessed many impressive magic users within their ranks, and even the lowliest of them had some degree of magical ability. Obscuring a town would be no challenge for them at all.

“Up there?” John asked, pointing up the mountain.

“No,” Rachael said with a smile, “It is the mountain.”

“Impossible,” he replied. He shook his head, not wanting to believe it, but at the same time unwilling to completely discount it. “This is Mount Dorienacht. It’s always been here.”

Rachael shrugged. “Our Lady leveled it some time ago and built our city in its place.”

“The lilim,” John whispered, reaching a hand towards the air in front of him. It seemed to shimmer like water while the scenery faded like fog.

“Not ‘the’ lilim, ‘a’ lilim,” said Rachael. “Each is a daughter of Lilith. She was the First and True wife of Adam, who she finally reclaimed and returned to her side to rule in Pandemonium. In a sense, that’s the basis for our claim to all men. Descendants of Eve have no place with the descendants of Adam. After all, marriage is a sacrament that cannot be torn asunder by man or God. You belong to us.”

“That’s the most scholarly argument for rape I think I have ever heard,” he replied, carefully climbing back onto Tess.

Rachael shrugged, “What can I say? I didn’t become a brigadier by being an idiot.”

“I keep forgetting that,” said John, “You know you’re much, much higher ranking than me, right?”

“I’ve known that since the moment I set eyes on you,” she replied. “I thought to myself, ‘what I wouldn’t give to have that man under my command,’ and then it happened. Who woulda thought?”

>>404096

Our cup runneth over. Keep up the wholesome rape and kidnapping. Meeting the parents oughta be fun. *how does dad react to someone taking his little puppy away?*

>>404096

That little insight into the monster's religion really fleshes out the setting

>>404186

Thank

>>404186

>mge vore

Someone out there needs to be bullied to death for this shit.

>>403945

>Never ask me for my sources

Judging by the digitigrade feet, I'm going to say someone commissioned a furry artist, so you likely ripped that from furaffinity.

>>404283

Looks like a post-op tranny.

>>404108

>our cup runneth over

DOSH! GRAB IT WHILE YOU CAN LADS

>>404290

Face does look very mannish, still a qt though

>>404297

L O A D S A M O N E Y

>>404283

I was studying this image to try and figure out exactly why this apparently well drawn image came out so horrific- and here is the secret you must remember- the jaw line on a female shall not extend out beyond the teeth, but shall come to a point closer to the neck!

>>404358

lods of emone

whats that spell?

>>404424

>>404425

The mating call of the Danuki

It's Valentine's Day lets post some wholesome stuff

>>397257

Good points, but can she protect me as well as a Jinko?