Monster Breeding

Free Erotica by Jezebel Rose

By Jezebel RosePublished 3 years ago • 6 min read

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Anya, a young female attempts to summon a monster to befriend. Unfortunately, things take a turn for the worse when the half beast creature writhes through the portal, ready to breed. Anya finds herself with the question- run, or perhaps to find love with this… thing.

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Monster Breeding

The thing no one had ever told Anya about summons was their musk.

Yeah, they went on and on about how angry they could be when first summoned—how they often turned on their summoners. (Anya herself had a sizable trio of scars on her belly—leftovers from when her own summon, Lustre, had nearly gutted her during his initial calling.) There were warnings on the effects of being merged with them too long, on the corruptive effects that their touch—normal or, ahem, intimate—could have on the human body.

But man. Nobody ever mentioned the scent.

It probably changed from summoning to summoning, Anya admitted. Not everyone had a six-and-a-half-foot bipedal mustelid living in their home. But Lustre’s musk—a heavy, almost humid sort of scent that permeated their abode—was impossible to ignore. It was earthy and pleasing and bespoke the primal lusts of a beast in a rut. Anya herself was more than a little affected by it.

She wouldn’t be the first. Monsters were born in the world—a part-bestial, part-human race caused by the union of summoning and man. To the best of her knowledge, it took special potions and herbs to make such unions compatible.

So you might as well try, part of her mind teased her. There’s no chance of getting knocked up without those potions. Just enjoy the raw, primal monster cock you have at your disposal.

Anya often shook her head at such notions, but sometimes, when she saw Lustre tromping around, his cream-and-umber fur standing out and his enormous sheath resting in its place on his loins, she got a bit distracted.

—

Touching herself around Lustre seemed weird, so Anya had come up with a solution: merge with the beast.

That was the key benefit of a summon. The summoner could fuse with it, taking on aspects of their strengths. When merged with Lustre, Anya’s limbs changed—her legs sprouted creamy off-white fur, shifting from human knees and ankles to a digitigrade structure. Her arms grew darker fur, her hands ending in cruel-tipped claws, and Lustre’s floppy ears replaced her own. Small fangs crept into her mouth, and the scars on her stomach darkened.

Under normal circumstances, she made use of this form’s extra strength and agility in combat, but she delighted instead in the sensory improvements for today. Every touch seemed to build in her like a lump of hot coal or ember.

“Nnnnn, fuck,” she grunted, idly stroking her folds. Her newly clawed hands required delicacy when she masturbated. Still, the fur coating them was an additional stimulus she greatly enjoyed—and it didn’t take much to imagine that was Lustre’s fur dragging over her slit and clit, not her own.

“H-hhhnnh,” she grunted, eyes shut as she lost herself in fantasy. She pictured herself, bent over, plowed by her summon—taking the beast’s giant cock, feeling it slide in. She grunted as she pictured the cock at its base swelling up inside of her, pulling them together; she blushed, imagining the feel of his fur against her bare skin, the low rumble of satisfaction he would make after pushing into her, the unflinching bestial rhythm he would rut her with—

Anya rubbed furious circles over her clit with her fur-lined finger and shuddered, gasping, as she came, the orgasm rippling through her body, sending shocks and aftershocks like a quake. Afterward, she leaned back, basking in the afterglow and idly musing on how recently, whenever she merged with Lustre, her already-considerable arousal spiked to even higher levels. She suspected he was undergoing heat, and it was affecting her libido while merged.

Low, Lustre, she thought, idly stroking her outer folds with one finger as her body still rocked with post-orgasmic bliss. So eager to breed.

—

Not long after she took to pleasing herself while merged, Lustre began making advances on her: exhibiting his erect cock, rubbing up against her, showing off his stature and strength in courtship displays.

Anya would have been lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she found him irresistible. The more forward and insistent he grew, the more she considered it. Without those potions, there’s no chance of pregnancy, she reasoned. Completely harmless. Consequence free. Why not?

One day she had marveled at the size of his knot, turning over those questions in her head, and came to a realization: she wanted that monster’s cock inside of her.

The first time she let him take her, Anya barely had time to strip free of her clothes and brace herself against the wall before he started rutting her. Lustre was strong and confident, draping his forearms over her shoulders while lining up his cock with her slit. He pushed in, surprisingly gentle at first, but before long, the pace was so fierce and so forceful that it was all Anya could do to stay standing. His cock hammered in and out of her, fast and faster still, and his sheer monstrous girth had already outshone anything she had experienced before.

Oh, this was a thousand times better than fantasizing. No doubt about it.

As both got worked up, she could feel the dark magic inside Lustre thrumming; it was reacting with her own. It wasn’t for no reason that summoners were called ‘tainted,’ the dark power of their summons taking seed within them. At the moment, it was reinforcing Anya’s debaucherous experiences, even more, creating a positive feedback loop that filled her body with a fiery, passionate thrill. Any concept of this being a one-and-done fling or experiment was quickly dying away, hammered into quietude with each of Lustre’s ferocious poundings.

You love it, Anya’s mind taunted herself amidst the euphoria. You love being fucked by a big, horny beast.

She could hardly deny it.

After several minutes of sexual fervor, Lustre cried out with a sound that was half-snarl, half-howl, hilting into his summoner’s pussy. As his thick cum spurted into her, Anya groaned as she felt Lustre’s cock swell at the base.

He’s knotting me, she thought giddily. I’m being knotted by my own summon. The knot swelled and swelled, growing bigger and bigger, and before long, Anya’s pussy—which was already stretched farther than it ever had been, thanks to Lustre’s enormity—was made to accommodate an even bigger occupant. The feeling of being hurt, the heavy cum that was plugged up inside of her, the self-satisfied murmur that rolled out of Lustre, and the sheer presence of his cock in her was too much, and Anya shuddered as she came, barely capable of supporting herself.

Lustre churred happily and leaned down to reward her with soft, tender licks on the side of her neck—more affection than he usually showed. Anya, for her part, had to chuckle at him.

Silly Lustre, she thought. He thinks I’m a proper mate.

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