Monster Hunter Conquest Collection #1

by Mandoline Creme

  The heat in her belly matched the warmth on her ass, and when Skarlo began to tenderly brush his digits over the sensitive skin, she was concerned with how her body was reacting.

  “Hm, perhaps you are right, brother.” Blinking, she turned her emerald gaze to the beast before her, his muzzle leaving her breasts, though they screamed for more. “Maybe discipline is the correct method. Perhaps I shall try.”

  He stood, and she watched in confusion as he vanished out of her line of sight, even as Skarlo now crossed to stand before her. The older brother flashed her a curious look, canting his head as he spoke. “I'm unsure, now, as well. It seems, to be thorough, I'll have to try pleasure now.”

  “No, wait, stop,” she gasped, shaking her head rapidly.

  “Hm?” Skarlo seemed to notice her for the first time, and he knelt down to be face to face, his orbs like hypnotizing lava. “You don't want to feel good, you want the pain only?”

  “No!” The Hunter balked, eyes wide and wet. “I mean, I...”

  The rat sighed dramatically, and squinted into her face. “Clearly you're confused. Here, I'll sit out, and we can see what it is you want. Pain, or pleasure.”

  At that, the first hit from Skeelo came, a loud crack in the chamber. Her shout was high, and she squeezed her eyes shut. This brother was different in how he treated her backside. For every abrupt slap, he would run his fingers over her cheeks, moving dangerously close to the crevice between. He never hit as hard as Skarlo, and while she was thankful at first, a different worry bloomed.

  She knew Skarlo could read it on her face, in her breathing, and perhaps they could both even smell her lusty scent. Somehow, being spanked like this, being toyed with so near her private places, was sparking her arousal. The flush to her cheeks went cherry, as the rats played with her to see what would happen.

  Soon, she was unconsciously lifting her hips, reaching for the touch of the monster behind her. When he finally, after what seemed forever, rolled his digits over the cleft of her ass, over the silken covering of her panties, and down enough to feel the sodden dampness of the material, she groaned helplessly.

  Her blush was instant, full body, a glowing pink of pure shame.

  “I see,” the red eyed rat intoned. “So you do prefer pleasure, but it seems to be influenced by being punished. How perfectly odd, and you called us filthy?” His chuckle was dark, and she couldn't meet his eyes, finding the backs of her eyelids more comforting. “How wet is she, Skeelo?”

  “Oh, quite soaked.” As if to emphasize, the brother ran a thumb down her slit, and she felt the material sliding inside, knowing he could easily see the outline of her lower lips through the useless cloth. Once more she moaned, and she felt she would die from humiliation.

  She could not expect what was to come next.

  Skarlo had moved, she felt his shadow lifted, so her green eyes peered out cautiously. He was standing, facing one of the walls, and apparently gazing over the rows of devices. This was hardly comforting, but she found she couldn't look away. Lifting something, he trailed around and apparently went to stand by Skeelo, for she could heard them talking together.

  “Oh, Skarlo, are you sure?”

  “Is it not fitting, seeing as how she considered us her prey?”

  “Fine, fine, but let me at least warm her up first.”

  The older rat huffed, but other than a strange jingling sound, she heard no more from him.

  The warm contact of hands on her lower back made her twitch, both inside and out. They felt different, and she understood they seemed to be coated in something. Liquid, gooey, it was like oil that was being massaged into her tan flesh.

  The path the palms made went low, outlining her rear, playing with the pliant globes and spreading them wide. The thin material drew deeply inside, like her pussy and ass wanted to hungrily inhale anything near it. This made her gasp, and she furrowed her brow deeply. The way they toyed with her was far too familiar, as if they were not strange creatures, as if they knew her body and were ready to satisfy it.

  That these rats could somehow read her so well, make her squirm and liquify her nethers, was frightening.

  The panties were tugged, sticking briefly to her quim before sliding low across her thighs, gone to the ether.

  Bare as the day she was born back there, the girl trembled, embarrassed by what she was sure was the sight of her excited, swollen lips and twitching back entrance.

  When the warm touch returned, it dipped down the crevice of her ass, dancing around almost touching her rosebud. Despite herself, she was grinding her hips, helplessly digging her mons into the bench below. She didn't know what it was, but she was filled with such desire for something, anything, too quench the fire burning inside.

  A slippery finger pad brushed her tight rear entrance, making her mewl, and then flush at her open passion. Both the rats laughed softly, and the shame was hot as the ball in her belly.

  Skeelo wasn't cruel, he didn't make her wait long before he began petting her there, teasing that bundle of nerves and pushing a thumb as if he meant to penetrate her backdoor with it. This terrified her, for she recalled the claws she had seen on their fingers. Her heart was beating, a bird in a cage, but the digit let her be.

  The cool air was all that existed for a moment. Then, something hard and round pushed firmly at her asshole, making her shudder at the taboo nature of it all. Whatever it was, it felt as big as a walnut, smooth as a marble. With a slick motion, her entrance took it inside almost hungrily.

  The sensation was new, and wild. It made her groan with abandon, and when another ball was persistently hugged against her opening, it, too, was sucked inside. Again and again, her mind seeming to explode as her body did as well. The feelings were unspeakable, her form craving more, and this fact alone was worrying.

  What was wrong with her, why did she feel she needed this so suddenly?

  Finally, the base of something seemed to reach her hole, something jingling again musically as it did so. “Oh my, well done. What a greedy little asshole you have, my dear.”

  Her cheeks were on fire, yet still she found herself almost unable to stop the humping of her loins, her arousal so high she could hear and smell her own musky nectar. She knew the bench must be soaked, as her inner thighs clearly were.

  “What... what did you...”

  “Ah, I suppose you should want to see.”

  In her haze, she didn't know who had answered, but she did notice they were untying her legs. Baffled, she lay there as they freed her, their movements swift with ease. In seconds, she was untrussed, and they helped her rise to her knees on the bench, each movement making her moan as the device inside of her was squeezed by her inner walls.

  A mirror was rolled forward, and Siena saw what they had given her.

  There, as she sat on her haunches, she was able to turn enough to see that protruding from her ass was a fuzzy white tail, much like a cat's. The base of it, where it met her skin, was a pink bow with twin, jingling bells. Each time she shifted, they announced her movement. Her reflection also displayed her clear arousal, her swelled lower lips and her engorged clit, the tips of her perky breasts begging to be touched.

  “You see, we thought since you fancied yourself our hunter, we'd make it fitting. A cat and mouse game, so to speak.”

  “And...and now what?” She mumbled, her eyes hazy with her need, her mind foggy.

  In answer, the pair moved forward.

  Skarlo stood before her, gripping her chin and tilting her back so he could lick her neck. His scent, she finally noticed, was subtle, like sawdust and olive oil. Her emeralds hid behind heavy lashes, and she whimpered as the beast suckled tenderly at her hard nipples.

  Behind her, she felt the younger brother running fingers down her spine, removing the remnants of her torn tunic that hung useless. He tasted her warm, salty skin, and lowered himself to grip her hips and nibble one firm rear cheek. Kneeling on that bench, so as to be eye level with the beasts, the young Hunter l
et herself wallow in the passion.

  Between the two of them, she had trouble identifying where each feeling came from. Her teats were suckled, a combination of warm wetness and velvet fur around the nub. Her world seemed made of hands, smooth things that explored every inch of her nubile figure, traced her lean muscles and toyed with the cat tail she wore erotically.

  Siena felt herself being tilted forward, so she fell onto all fours. The soaked flower between her legs was brushed, and her whimper was desperate as Skeelo began lapping at her nectar.

  Rich fur tickled her cheek and nose, and her eyes fluttered open to behold the massive, pink fleshy cock of the giant rat before her. Skarlo's eyes, depths she thought might drown her in a haze of crimson, held her steady with a hint of his own lust. He guided her, making it clear what he wanted, and she found no room to argue as she slid the melting length of his shaft between her lips.

  Fingers spread her lower ones, that fuzzy mouth gone damp from her liquid, and Skeelo moved up to circle the base of the anal beads where they were hidden inside her secret place. Her answering moan, muffled around her full mouth, made him purr. Impatient, he tugged at the toy, enjoying how she quivered, how the muscles of her ass flexed.

  The Hunter was in a fog of pleasure, and she was glad for the touch coiled in her wild blonde strands, for she worried she might have trouble focusing on Skarlo. The head of his penis bumped the back of her throat, making her gag, but she had no control over the beast. He was keen to fuck her face, and she had no word on the matter.

  The darting tongue on her swollen button made her hips rolls, her eyes unable to see. Between the way he played with her behind, and the determination of how he nibbled her clit, Siena knew she was going to cum. It was an impossible rush, a stampede she couldn't block. The heat in her belly rose, insides twitching, and as if Skeelo sensed her oncoming climax, he took it another step.

  When she groaned, hunching her shoulders, arching her back, every inch of her a trembling existence of passion and need, the rat pulled at her tail. The toy found resistance in her squeezing ass, but the beads began to pop out, one by one, sending her rolling into another helpless orgasm.

  The creature ran his tongue up and down her soaked slit, her eager holes, and growled deep in his throat. “Oh my, so very, very filthy. Just as you said, brother.”

  In answer, Skarlo pulled her mouth free of him with a resounding squelch, her gasp of air sharp, her pants rapid.

  “Yes, indeed, I'm rarely wrong.” He cupped her cheeks, turning her head side to side as if studying her in a new light. “Do you agree, my little Hunter? Are you a dirty creature, as you called us?”

  Siena was dazed, she wanted to argue, to cry out that this was untrue.

  Instead she turned her cheek into that touch, nuzzling it with a light whine. “Yes, I... I am, it's true.”

  The two rats smiled at each other, sharing an apparent moment of entertainment. “Pleasure, indeed, seems to have been the correct way to tame our dear predator here. Shall we continue?”

  “Oh yes, Skarlo. Let's do so.”

  The blonde girl was adjusted once more, her figure lifted easily in the hands of the older rat. Carefully, he laid back on the floor, his tail swishing side to side. Her waist was so tiny in his palms, his long fingers coiling around her entire center. Siena saw, then, what was in store for her. The flexing member poised below the junction of her thighs, glistening with her saliva, engorged to a frightening size.

  Gently, he lowered her, and she felt his tip spreading her dripping lower lips hungrily. The size was spreading her, straining her walls to capacity, as she screamed out in passion at the sensation of being so filled. It was distracting, so that at first she didn't notice the other beast kneeling behind her, his touch grazing down over her sensitive, firm nipples.

  Tugging, tweaking, he murmured in her ear what she was unsure were even english words, her mind too far gone with the ecstasy. Finally, amazingly, she settled onto the root of the giant rat's manhood, the chocolate brown fur of his body cushioning her thighs. Her hands lifted, grazing over to link with the fingers of Skeelo, and she leaned back into his warmth on the outside, as Skarlo's heat filled her quim.

  Something bumped her rear opening, something as rigid as what was settling inside her pussy. It became clear, as the inky eyed creature reached back to ease himself, to spread her cheeks with one hand, that he was about to pierce her arse.

  This knowledge made her tingle, like electricity coursed her figure, eyes closing as the dual pair planned to enter both her holes.

  Siena was happy Skeelo had prepped her with the tail.

  The pain was sharp, but the true sensation was deep, dark, taboo. To be so stuffed, from both ends, it was blatantly erotic and shameful. It made her squeeze, made her tense, but the rat was gentle as he entered her, careful not to harm her.

  When he went in to the base, he sighed loudly, hugging her closely to his soft chest, embracing her from behind.

  Siena didn't think she could take it, couldn't handle anymore.

  And then they began to move.

  The pair stroked their cocks into her, in and out, a constant motion and path of passion. It made the girl cry out, her breathing raspy, her body straining to handle the feelings.

  Paws were everywhere, touching her breasts, gripping her thighs, petting her belly and teasing her neck. It was too much, too insane, she feared she'd lose her mind.

  A finger pad, she didn't know who's, brushed over her throbbing clit. Small circles, casual grace, and it was the end of the line.

  Her crescendo erupted, her scream loud and raw, her entire body rocking in place on the double penetration. Skeelo sounded like he was commending her, whispers in her ear and down to her soul. It seemed like her climax would never end, like the colors flashing behind her eyes were coursing through to her very being.

  The young Hunter thought she might finally come down from her aftershocks, her walls still flexing and twitching around them both. As if on cue, the pair began grinding into her faster, harder, intent on their own needs. Their desire had gone past the line, they wanted release.

  The song they made, their breathing and heart beats reverberated into her core, and she found she had buried her face in the side of the rat's neck as he held her from behind, pounding into her ass almost violently. The pulsing of them, the mixed swelling in both her holes, the growing heat was too much for her.

  Impossibly, she felt, another orgasm rippled through her. This time, the brothers followed suit.

  Hot liquid milk exploded inside of her, dousing her entrances, filling her up with spurts that set off her quivers again and again. It was like she had become an earthquake, and they were the lava inside.

  The flexing cocks eventually slowed, and her pants in her ears were drowned out by the rough, ragged ones of the rats. Her fingers reached up, petting the muzzle of Skeelo, even as she felt Skarlo taking her palm, kissing the base gingerly.

  The trio slumped as one, but it was clearly Siena who was the most exhausted.

  The beast behind her coiled his arms around her waist, gently bracing her so he could pull his spent member from her rear. She didn't fight, not even as he lifted her from his brother, though her whimper was soft and pitiful. Their seed dripped from her, thick as cream.

  Cradling her tight, he saw that the girl had quickly fallen asleep, and he shook his head in amusement. He went to speak, but a motion from Skarlo, indicating he stay silent, hushed him. The pair tilted their heads, observing the girl who had come to claim their skins, and now seemed content to snore in the arms of the beast she once called a monster.

  ****

  The sounds of birds chirping roused her, making her wince as she held the side of her head. Dizzy, exhausted, the blonde was entirely confused as she came awake by the the rushing water. Sitting up, she discovered quickly that she was wrapped in a thick blanket, though her main concern was her sword.

  Spotting it beside her, she grabbed it tight, emerald e
yes peering around anxiously.

  It seemed she was sitting by the entrance to the sewer, where it poured out from the city. Bit by bit, as she tried to focus, the memories of her hunt came to light.

  Once they had, her golden skin turned a bright shade of crimson, and she jumped to her feet with a groan. Amazingly, the wetness and spent essence of the brothers still seemed to seep from her, hours later, and she bit her lip as she wiped it away with her palm quickly.

  Luckily, her boots were still in tact, as she realized the walk back to buy some new clothes was going to be uncomfortable enough.

  Something rattled by her foot, and she paused, stepping back to squint down at the object.

  There, a harsh reminder of her nightly escapades, was the fuzzy cat tail she had worn so shamefully.

  Covering her mouth to stifle her groan, the blonde glanced around once, twice, and finally kicked the toy into the river.

  While it would float away, the Hunter realized with a mixture of concern and delight, that her memories of that night with the Rat Clan were unlikely to vanish anywhere near as easily, or as fast.

  THE END

  Yielding to the Giant Slug

  Book 3

  Everything was damp, from toe to hair line, and down to her black mood.

  Siena was, bluntly, fuming over the fact that every monster she seemed to track put her in the realms of soggy grounds and soaked walls. From sewers to the Hyvar Forest, it was getting to the point she should be used to the wetness. In comparison to all of that, though, the Sinking Swamp seemed a whole different animal.

  The ground, what one could see of it, consisted of mud and moss, driftwood making for poor stepping stones, and even poorer fire wood. Heavy air, buzzing insects, and a pallid green and gray shadow over everything... The place truly felt like a watery hell.

  Still, the blonde Hunter trudged on.

  Wading through the muck, she had adjusted her outfit to something more fitting for the climate. While it was humid now, she knew it would cool dangerously in a few hours, and she planned to be prepared. The swamp reached up to mid thigh, brackish and dotted with lily pads. Her heavy boots of thick rubber stretched to her hips, though they had proven to be only barely useful at keeping the seeping coldness from entering inside and swimming with her soaked pants.