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ectoplasmic-entity · 2 months

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Love your blog! Always excited to see you come across my dash!

May I request monstrous!Dan x fem or gn!Reader? I’m talking Beast from Beauty and the Beast but make it Dan. And he’s fascinated by reader not immediately screaming and running upon happening across him in the wastelands (and instead being fascinated by him in return). Would love if it lead into some size difference smut!

I knows it’s Monster Fucker-y so if you’re not down that’s cool. Just some good ol’ Beaty and the Beast flavored DanxReader is more than enough!

You do? Thank you for the compliments! 👉👈 Always happy to hear from y'all!

Now, this... I'll be honest, it gave me a bit of trouble, heh. I've literally never written monsterfucking before, until your request. Gave me a nice challenge though (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ But I didn't expect it to be this long lol

But, here ya go! I hope you enjoy it!

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: Monster/human, size difference, oral/tonguefucking, piv sex, large cock, creampie, mild cum inflation

Words: 5.4k+

They warned of a monster that lives out in the wastelands.

The only monster of its kind. They say its been around a long time. Few have ever seen it. That alone is warning enough. The idea of a monster lurking about is more than a warning.

You don’t care. After living with, and dealing with a manner of all kinds of creatures that come out of the Ghost Zone, it’s a walk in the park. The supernatural fascinates you, a fine line between the realm of the dead and the world of the living. You aren’t a researcher with a wanderlust for nothing. And a bit of a wild streak, depending on who you ask.

You organize the supplies in your sack before you seal it with a click. You stare at the metal buckle, vaguely contemplate if you have a death wish or not. This part of the waste is not kind. Especially if you’re not local to the area.

The back of your neck prickles in discomfort, your body tremors slightly with apprehension. Your heart skips a beat, you should leave now. Head and eyes down low, you throw your knapsack over your shoulder and slide off the rickety stool. The knapsack weighs down as you stand up stiffly make your way to the front entrance, several sets of eyes follow you.

The bar elongates more than half of the room. You have no choice in just going around it to get to the door, the innkeeper’s been giving you the side-eye the entire time you’re here. He hasn’t said anything to you. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge your departure, save for a side-eye. You barely catch it when you turn your head out of curiosity.

“Hey, lass,” the innkeeper says suddenly.

You turn on your heel to face him, your back to the entrance. You breathe evenly to cease your apprehension, your heart beats calmly in your chest.

“Don’t take what they say at face value,” he continues with a smidgen of a southern drawl, “they’re a bunch of homebodies who’re too chickenshit to go out there themselves.”

“Believe me, I don’t,” you say curtly.

He nods at you. “Sharp mind you got there, lass. You know, things aren’t always what they seem out there.”

“What do you mean?” You can’t help but ask. One of your hands subconsciously go for the sack’s strap, your fingers securely curl around the leather.

“Just a word of advice, I’ve lived here a long time.”

You bid an awkward farewell to the innkeeper and leave without another word. As you step out into the thick, dusty wastes, his words repeat themselves over and over in your mind. An odd feeling digs into your gut, there is a spring in every step you take. You’re more curious than ever, your mind going a hundred miles an hour with possibilities. Excitement and adrenaline expands in your chest.

Just who or what is out there?

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Your feet push through the sand. It plows out a tiny trail in front of you, behind, gusts of wind dissipate your tracks. You pull your hood tighter over your face, not willing to risk the chance of suffocation if you get sand in your mouth. That means you also don’t see where you’re going. It doesn’t matter, there’s no “where” as far as the wastelands go, just here. A flat, ashen landscape.

You’ve been trekking for a while; the darkening sky indicates so. The dim lights of the inn have long since faded into the distance, you doubt you’ll be back there again anytime soon.

The storm thickens with a long, winding, eerie howl. You look up slightly, you see darkness and emptiness. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else out here in these conditions. Except for yourself, your mind likes to remind you.

At least, there shouldn’t be anyone out here. Besides the apparent monster that lives in these parts. You push ahead with more effort than necessary, it’s strange you haven’t heard of this being, despite travelling far and wide and meeting all kinds of creatures. The wind grows stronger and you fight against it. The cold gusts snap at your face, it forces you to kneel down to shield yourself.

“I won’t be going anywhere if I’m dead,” you say to yourself. Your cheeks sting with numb cold.

You peer up again, the air is too thick. You barely see no more than a couple of feet in front of you. Not important, you look specifically for huge structures. Sturdy and large enough to block out most of the storm. It doesn’t matter what- a high-rise building or even a bridge will do. You breathe shakily and curl into yourself, tremors course through you.

It’s only you out here. With the ghost of a civilization that once stood here. Strange to think to be in someplace so familiar and yet be so lost. Anxiety briefly spikes, your chest blooms with an uncomfortable sensation. You’re on your knees, your hands sink into the sand and your arms stiffly hold you up.

Determination surges through you. The environment’s just harsh, you’ve survived far worse than that. A grunt emits from your throat, you stand up straight and tall. Shudders of excitement prompt you to start walking again. While you have no sense of direction in mind, you’re certain you’ll find something.

It feels familiar now, you fall into a steady pace. Time is of little matter to you. You keep your head down, your eyes on the path in front of you. The way your feet jut through the sand and leave a clean cut, for the wind to immediately sweep it away.

The ground is beaten down. Years of being tracked over entrenches it into the very earth. You’ve been unknowingly following it despite the poor environmental conditions. It is human instinct to follow others, no matter how long ago the others were there. It appears to be quite a long path, forging over many years.

Supposedly there’s no one out here. You stare down at the beaten earth under your feet. No ordinary people, perhaps… hunters? Your gaze moves up, it’s not often you come across hunters. Their profession has very few come back alive.

To your surprise, there’s a camp not too far away. You find it in no time at all, the visual of a faint yellow glow and the smell of smoke cues you in. It’s strangely quiet. A deep feeling of dread sinks into you, your heart accelerates with nervous energy. Your gut instinct tells you something isn’t quite right.

Before you realize it, you go off in a small jog. Your legs pump with a newfound fervor. Your feet haphazardly pound on the ground, clouds of dust fly up in your wake. The encampment grows bigger as you get closer, yet it also fades. The yellow hue dims to a dreary gray, a spark of life gone out.

You find yourself in the shadow of an overpass. Underneath is a huge dark gap. You see the outlines of makeshift shelters and tents; the smell of smoke is far more potent. A deathly still hangs over the encampment. Goosebumps travel down your arms, your spine tingles uneasily.

You survey the camp from the very edge, where the shadow of the pass meets the dull light of the outside. The yellow light is gone now. Pitch blackness sits still. Something deep in you is unsure of whether to keep going, or turn back. Your body tingles with an alertness that something is here. The atmosphere presses down on you.

Not even a minute later, you hear it. A startlingly loud blast and crackle of energy. Highly concentrated energy streaks through the open air, the hairs on your body stand up. A bright flash of green blinds you. The ground rumbles quietly as chunks of earth and stone are blown out of the ground. Cracks in the ground trick your feet into thinking they stand on nothing. Your legs suddenly go weak, and you fall on your backside.

It goes quiet again. Every inch of you shakes on the inside with renewed adrenaline. Hot and cold flash in parallel.

Your muse comes to a halt, a loud scraping comes out from somewhere in the encampment. Slow reverberations, with long stretches between every little scrape. It’s difficult to tell what’s being dragged about, you find you don’t want to know the answer.

There, within the darkest reaches, you see a tall silhouette. It lumbers with an eerie ambience, you feel the chill of a ghostly presence. The silhouette moves calmly, as if casually strolling by. You can see, by the position of one of the arms, it drags something with it.

You don’t get to ponder on it for much longer as you hear the heavy footsteps, you stiffen when the silhouette makes its way around to the front. Their features grow more and more clear the closer they get to the pale light. Vaguely humanoid, but it seems off.

You soon see why that would be, a stature hunches down with inhuman legs. Muscular digitigrade legs and broad, powerful shoulders. You curiously note a patch of soft, white fur that contrasts with pale green skin, it stretches from below the waistline of their only article of clothing, all the way up to the neck, like the mane of a lion.

Warmth floods your cheeks. Dare you look higher?

Your eyes betray you with the view of an admittedly handsome face. With a perfectly angular shape, thick and snowy white hair, and a set of deadly fangs.

The features strike you so much to the point you fail to realize the creature catches sight of you. You stare into the deep red eyes that hold your utmost attention for reasons you’re unable to discern. Those eyes stare back so keenly. Your heart skips a beat, you inhale sharply.

“Are you going to keep staring at my pretty eyes?” A gravelly voice breaks your concentration. “Or are you actually going to run away screaming now?”

Seconds slip by without a word. You breathe to calm your nerves and steady yourself. Controlled excitement builds up in you, you do your best to not let it show, your face remains neutral. You fist up the dirt in handfuls, your arms ready to push you back up.

“That would be rather inconvenient for me,” you say as you slowly stand up, your eyes fixate on the deep red, “can’t exactly do my research if I ran away every time it got too dangerous.”

The dull thud of a falling body hardly breaks your attention. The creature approaches even closer, nearly fully visible in the light. You tilt your head to keep your eyes on them, you unknowingly step back.

“Oh…” the voice says lightly, like it’s… pleased, “this is new.”

The creature suddenly leans in close to you. You freeze up, better to let them check you out first.

“What’s a lady like yourself all by your lonesome in these parts?” A forked tongue flicks out at you. Your face twitches slightly.

“Just passing by,” you say evenly, your heart thuds quietly in your chest. You don’t dare look away from those inhuman eyes. “I was told of a monster that lives around here.”

It surprises you when you hear the creature chuckle quietly, and lean back with a grin of amusement. “They’re still going on about that, I see.”

In an inexplicably formal fashion, the creature bends down in a half bow. The eyes look up at you, inviting.

“But where are my manners, we can’t have a monster without a name,” the creature says, “this so-called monster you’re seeking out… you’re looking right at him.”

Your heart hammers in shock at the revelation. It’s rare for a ghost or some other kind of creature to just willingly reveal themselves to humans. Your mouth moves, but you don’t vocalize.

“The name’s Dan.”

You tilt your head slightly, your brows knit together. The name does spark vague familiarity. You can’t quite put a finger on why, though. Dan quickly draws your attention again when he steps into your space.

“Will you introduce yourself, or perhaps I should give you a name, since…” Dan chuckles softly again. “Ghost got your tongue, hm?”

“No, no, it’s…” you trail off, your heart flutters a bit. You flex your hands and swallow. Is he… flirting with you?

“I’m just teasing,” Dan says with a small grin, “I’m rather curious. No human rarely ever comes out into the wastelands, let alone for ‘research’.”

“I’m just fascinated, you know, ghosts are so… varied, compared to humans,” you say while you hug your arms around you. It doesn’t stop your heart from speeding every time you steal a glimpse at Dan, nor does it keep the warmth that rushes through you away.

Dan smoothly moves to the side, and then around behind you in a full circle. His sharp gaze flickers at every little twitch you make.

“Are you certain it’s just for ‘research’?” Dan comes back around in front of you again, he stops mere inches from you. A hand rises up and places itself on your chest. Your body tingles with excitement, a quivery breath, your heart pounds at the motion. “I can hear pretty well, and your heart is making quite the racket. The way it just pounds against the palm of my hand…”

“I do like to have some fun,” you say with a small huff.

“You.” Dan pulls away with a wide, fanged grin. “I like you.”

As soon as he finishes his sentence, a blast of wind pummels the two of you from behind. It’s enough to knock you forward, and you have little time to react. All you’re able to do is put your arms in front of you like a shield and hope they absorb the impact of the cold, hard ground. Except, it never comes.

You feel a pair of arms around you and holding you up. Your body dangles as you stare down at the ground. Dan’s hands firmly grasp your body, curiously gentle, and you can’t help feel… safe. You exhale loudly, your body slumps in relief.

“Looks like the storm’s getting stronger,” Dan says casually, it prompts you to look up. As if he just didn’t catch a pretty girl from falling.

Is that an invitation?

“There are plenty of shelters,” Dan continues, his eyes peering down at you, a small grin half hidden by a dark veil, “that is, if you don’t mind bunking with a handsome beast.”

A grin pulls at your face. You don’t even fight it. He definitely has something in mind. There is a soft huff and Dan nods, pleased with your response. He lets you down and once you’re steady on your own two feet, he leads you to one of the numerous shelters smack-dab in the middle of the camp. It cozily sits squeezed between two others that act as a barrier.

Dan has his arm around you, his hand possessively grips your side. You lean into him, you tell yourself it’s not because he’s warm. The storm seems further away with him at your side.

The inside of the shelter is basic, a singular room with all the necessities a hunter needs to survive. Strung along the walls are lamps. A snap of energy startles you and the lamps flicker to life with an eerie, spectral green flame. The positioning of the lamps highlights one specific corner of the room – a comfortably large bed. Fat with numerous layers of blankets and fleece bedsheets to top it all off. A perfect feeling of welcome home.

The sheer simplicity of the shelter holds your attention so much so you fail to notice Dan close the door, seal it shut with a quiet click. The way his eyes watch you, taking in every small detail of your form. That he hears your heart beating clear as day, your living warmth fresh on his own skin.

Dan does wonder… he stares at your back before he makes his move. Quietly as he possibly can, approaches you from behind with his fingers spread out. You still don’t notice until he carefully has his hands on your sides and begins to lightly massage your tense muscles. You relax under his touch, like Dan knows exactly what to do with his hands.

With a victorious smirk, Dan shuffles closer to you. His nails gently dig in a little. “I’m surprised you’re so calm for a human, all alone with me.”

“I got used to it,” you say softly, “I learned the less I reacted, the less likely I would get hurt.”

“Is that so?” Dan inquires, he leans in close to your ear. “Did you get your desired results?”

His fingers gradually increase pressure on your sides, your breath shakes with a hint of delight. You close your eyes to focus on the sensation as it begins to sink into your body.

“Y-yes, it was enlightening…” you reply with a tiny hitch in your voice, “…and… pleasurable.”

Your insides clench tightly with pleasure, your body tenses on the spot, and you gasp softly in satisfaction. You shift around on your feet; small tremors jolt your bones. Another, involuntary, gasp of pleasure jumps out of your throat.

“Do you want to feel good?” A stinging surge goes through you, Dan’s voice is lower and rougher. “To be on top of the world while your mind melts because you can barely stand it.”

No response, you’re deep at the moment to care about replying. You breathe heavily and buck your hips, Dan holds you firm. His nails dig into you some more, your skin burns in an odd sense of enjoyment through the fabric. His large form presses closer to you, you’re sure you feel his groin poke your back.

You throw your knapsack and coat off. While you remove your shirt, Dan’s hands slide downwards. His nails rake down your body, it catches on the folds and rumples, seemingly giving the impression he wants to strip it away. Your body tingles, you twist yourself to will it away.

You jolt when the hands stop at the waistline of your pants. Shivers as cool air hits your bare flesh while Dan slides your pants down. He bends down close to the lower half of your body, you feel his warm breath on your skin. You hold yours and peer down at him, he catches your gaze and smirks.

Above the seam of your underwear, Dan leans in close and plants a hot, surprisingly tender kiss on your spine. His lips gently nibble you while his wet tongue works to get a taste. It slickly swirls around, the taste of you quickly makes itself familiar, slimy strands of saliva settle on your skin. Shirt done away with, you squirm as Dan’s hold tightens.

You jump at the touch of sharp nails trailing down your thighs. Your heart pounds in excitement and your limbs quiver violently. A cluster of surging warmth forms in your stomach, your breath hastens. Legs press together at the first sign of a pleasurable throb between them.

A smug sense of satisfaction fills Dan’s gut. His mouth splits into a wide grin. His eyes glow brightly with an idea. He raises a hand with only his index finger out, guides it between your legs. Dan’s grin widens when you twitch, he slides his finger upwards, taking note how soft your thighs are. He’s soon met with the soft fabric of your undergarments, particularly, his finger lands on a wet spot.

Dan slowly moves his finger back and forth; the tip lightly burns with the friction of the fabric. “Naughty… you’re already wet…”

You squirm on the spot, heat quickly rises in you. You shift your weight from one leg to the other, they press closer together.

“Ah, ah.” Dan’s voice softens to a low hiss. “Don’t be so shy now.”

His finger continues to rub you, it digs a little further in now and then. The wet, warm flush of your body heat wraps around it. That little wet patch grows ever so slightly.

Meanwhile, you stand still. Dan’s voice resonates in your ears, the hiss that rolls off his tongue is like hot acid on your bare skin. Your heart picks up, and you shiver with goosebumps down your body. You shuffle around as a slight wetness pools between your thighs. Alien-like with its slimy texture and the fact your insides pulse with delight.

Dan also notices the volume of the wetness increasing. Grin widening, he removes his finger and in a swift motion, strips your underwear away. You stiffen in embarrassment and realization that your entire backside is in full view. Dan grips your hips, his nails dig into them, and gently guides you to the bed. You follow his motions without protest, exhilaration, and nervousness swim inside you.

You stop at the edge of the bed; its copious blankets invite you to jump right in and sink into bliss. You move to climb on, but a squeeze stops you.

“Did I say you could get on the bed?” Dan’s firm, quiet voice asks.

You crane your head, warmth flushes down your form. His expression gives an air of indulgence. Playful, even.

“No… you didn’t…” you say slowly.

Dan nods approvingly, his large form slowly lowers down to the ground until he’s on his knees. His face in direct line with your backside, lust glints in his eyes.

“Then perhaps you could be a good little human for me and bend over.” Dan says, the hiss slips back into his tone. You continue to watch him, unmoving. “Or should I do it for you?”

His hand plants itself on your back, fingers rigid. You shudder with cold expectancy, the sound of Dan’s smooth hiss in your ears, you bend over. Cool air bites at the warmth on your bare skin, your backside as high up as it can go. A pulse of pleasure makes you clench, your vulva convulses in excitement.

There’s nothing at first, except for the mounting embarrassment that you’re fully open to Dan doing whatever he pleases. Then it hits you without warning, something slippery and slithering trails over your flesh. You clench the blankets with such force it’s a wonder you didn’t rip them, to retain control despite the climbing heat and delectation. Rough like sandpaper, but curiously gentle, a perfect blend.

Your insides churn over suddenly, your core aches slightly as something unusually dexterous and unnervingly thick worms its way inside you. You readily widen out, a hot flash cascades down your rapidly glistening body. Behind you, Dan expertly maneuvers and swirls his tongue, saliva accumulates and slowly drips. His eyes intense with lust.

Several restless minutes of him pushing his mouth as close as he can to slide every last inch of his tongue inside. It’s eerily uncanny how much it moves, tasting you with little interest for anything else. It brushes along your inner walls, getting a nice feel of the warm, wet velvetiness.

He occasionally pokes at a certain spot with the flat side of his tongue, and smugly takes pleasure when you buck your hips. You quiver from the strain of intense waves of ecstasy, so much so your muscles ache. Your core grows hotter and tighter, adrenaline pounds your throat and blood rushes through your head. You twist and writhe as you feel you’re about to peak.

It feels too good to be true, this slimy pulsing appendage grinds its texture into your walls. Moving back and forth without a care in the world. Beads of sweat trickle down your face, irritating and ticklish.

Deep down somewhere in your body, you know it, and feel it. A soft moan slips out of your throat. The urge is there, uncomfortable and straining harder and harder. It’s unbearably hot and so tempting, like steam building up pressure until it bursts. Your skin sheens, sticky with sweat.

Every prod, every slurp along the sensitive velvet of your walls, every little slither of Dan’s salacious tongue brings you closer and closer. You breathe heavily, your body weighs down with euphoria. You jolt in pleasure; a deep, buried urge suddenly jumps to the forefront. As if lava pours across you and fills your insides, your core set ablaze.

You tense up. The heat that drags you to your peak quickly fizzles out. With a wet pop, Dan slowly pulls away from you. His face a dark flush and his eyes on you like a predator that catches its prey. In his wake, thick strands of saliva and slick accumulate into a puddle underneath you. It’s pleasantly hot and clings to your equally slick skin. You hear Dan hum softly.

“You took that rather well,” Dan comments.

“What can I say? Girl’s gotta have some variety,” you say, your throat constricts with every word.

“Variety, you say?” Dan repeats, he stands up. The white patch of fur puffs up, like lightning crackles through it. Down in his pants, there is an unmistakable bulge. Hot and tight, waiting.

Sharp nails snake their way around your butt, you quiver violently considering it’s one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Once again, you turn your head to watch Dan. He stands close, his groin presses right on your butt, the firm outline of his bulge suggestively aims at your soaking hole. Dan bends down close to your ear.

“I don’t suppose that means you can take me then, hm?” He says softly, his tongue imperceptibly flicks at your ear.

You wiggle your lower half and press yourself into him, his firmness sends a fresh, cool shiver down your body. “Please, I’ve had tentacle dicks and more, a monster sized one won’t faze me.”

Dan chuckles.

He reaches down to his pants, you hear the telltale sound of a zipper opening, your heart skips a beat. Dan pushes the fabric away and his erection falls out, it lands on your butt with a small slap. You jump, your eyes widen slightly at how big he actually is, its veiny thickness lightly rubs your butt crack.

With care, Dan fists his cock and lines himself up with your hole. First, he nudges his wet tip, teasing your soaking folds. You inhale deeply, your heart pounds, and you brace yourself.

Still, nothing could’ve prepared you for the mind-bending experience once Dan pushes himself into your heat. Your lower body stings with a warmth you can’t describe, and your tender insides easily stretch out as his shaft squeezes in. Dan’s size alone fills you up.

Dan hunches over you, his body lies atop of yours, both of your legs intertwine together, and his breath shudders in pleasure. His fur brushes along your back, ticklish and a bit distracting.

“Think you… can still take… me?” Dan asks, his breath hot and heavy on your neck.

“Less talking, more fucking,” you say impatiently.

Dan wraps his muscular arms around your abdomen, firmly in place. His nails rake on your soft, tender skin. It stings and burns, your insides churn in a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension.

Your body shudders with an intensity unlike before as Dan sharply heaves forward, his shaft hefty as he pumps into you. Your insides explode with a paralyzing numbness that reaches as far as your brain, it fogs up with the intoxicating sensation of euphoria. A wheeze escapes your lips. Your body may as well have been split open, the further Dan thrusts in.

He moves back and forth smoothly, pulsing in and out of your tight hole. You fight against the thrusts to stay upright; soft moans and incomprehensible begging occupy the quiet.

The more you strain against his cock, the harder Dan goes. Pumping harder and harder, he’s determined to stuff you and make sure you never forget it. To feel you squirm under him, pretty little sounds to fill his ears, immobile and full of him.

You press your face into the bed, hands grip the blankets on reflex, your legs as wide open as they can. The wooden frame creaks loudly as Dan pushes himself forward. His shaft slips deeper and deeper inside you, your warmth clenches around him, it sets him alight.

At one point, you slide your hand down and hold your abdomen, never mind Dan’s hands that hold you. Fuck, you didn’t think Dan would be so big, it feels like his cock is pummeling your stomach. Your insides burn with pleasure as they stretch out more and more to accommodate him.

A sharp, warm pounding lulls you with every jolt coursing through your nerves. You clench with a pooling heat deep inside, rippling.

Dan thrusts into you with heated fervor, his nails dig in your stomach, leaving faint red lines. His length slickly slides in and out, sounds of satisfaction flow past his lips. It’s been quite a while since he’s had someone around him.

All just for him.

His inner muscles blaze and clench, his cock throbs as an intense sensation flows through it. Dan groans in discomfort and pulls out before he slams himself against your body, his pelvis tilts down to sink as deep as he possibly can into you. You tense up under him, your legs squeeze together, a sickly flash of warmth spills throughout your body.

You whine softly at the force of Dan’s thrusts. One after the other, nonstop.

You breathe heavily, your hand tightens its grip on your abdomen. A sweltering sensation swirls around inside you, deep down inside. It’s back again, niggling in the corner of your lust-ridden mind. A sweet, little voice hooking you with every honey dripped word, you barely notice Dan pounding you into the bed.

A gasp forces its way out of your throat. Dry and tight. The warmth peaks inside you, you feel like your core swells up like a volcano ready to erupt. The urge is there, waiting.

Without thinking, you move against Dan’s motions, grinding yourself on his thick and slick shaft, your butt smacks loudly on his pelvis. Dan grunts loudly in surprise. It’s as though a bomb explodes inside you; a feeling of lava jumps up to your throat. It expels itself in the form of a sharp cry.

Dan stiffens, buried deep within your taut body, his own heat rises and clashes with yours. He leans back with another groan and repositions himself, his ghost core pounds at his chest. His groan pitches into a low growl, it rumbles and vibrates through him.

He keeps going, he just knows you’re nearly there, on the edge. In and out. Dan bucks his hips just as you buck yours, both of your bodies slam together.

Like the pressure that finally releases the steam, a hot, numbing buzz washes over you as you violently orgasm at last. Your entire body shakes under Dan, clenching around him with your creamy slick and teasing his cock. Dan groans in frustration, his face blazing, he jerks forward and moans as he unloads inside you. A warm, creamy liquid floods you, nearly nonstop, for several seconds.

You heave heavily and sigh in relief when it stops, feeling as though you’ve been filled to the very brim, you feel your stomach bulge slightly. Dan grunts quietly and slowly pulls away, his large form shines with sweat that glows faintly in the light of the lanterns. Hypersensitive, you remain where you are, waiting until the high of the orgasm wears off. You pretend not to notice the erotic wetness of cum pooling and oozing out of you.

“So…” Dan starts breathlessly. “Did you get what you were looking for?”

You don’t answer right away, you take in several gulps of fresh air to clear out your throat.

“I… I did,” you say slowly, a blush remains on your face, “but… I suppose you wouldn’t mind me sticking around for a while?”

“Why is that?” Dan inquires, he reaches down and carefully lifts you high enough for you to climb onto the bed with minimal discomfort.

“Well, there’s… different methods of research…” you reply absently, your body flat on the blankets, their soft embrace already lulling you to sleep.

The bed creaks as a large form climbs on next to you. You hardly react when an arm wraps over your shoulder, the nails gently hold your side. A familiar body heat curls up behind you, Dan’s soft fur still tickles you. The last thing you hear is a quiet, comforting rumble emitting from his throat.

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