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“Sorry, what do you mean by that?”
Mint spoke softly, trying to keep quiet so as to not disturb a nearby sleeping Seikret. Most of the kennel was asleep, other than a few on the other end of it entertaining their waddling chicks. Her question hung in the air for a few seconds, tugging at a tension Mint didn’t even realize existed.
“Avoid that one, is what I mean.”
There was a conviction behind Zata’s words, but Mint didn’t understand why. Her eyes were looking back in the Seikret kennel, looking at a specific, large raptor-like monster. It was staring back at her. Even from this far away, the world seemed to fold into a point on that one.
“You need to explain! You can’t just say ‘ooohhh nooo avoid that one’, so, WHY– Sorry, why should I avoid that one?”
Mint calmed herself just before waking up a nearby chick. Zata’s mouth twitched in frustration, beginning an almost rehearsed speech.
“The last 3 hunters who had that Seikret reported it being ‘aggressive’ and ‘unruly’. Before those 3 we had a hunter return to camp with 3 broken ribs because it threw its hunter off when a monster appeared. It won’t listen to instructions and it directly caused multiple injuries. A single miscommunication or hesitation is enough to get someone knocked flat by a Jaggi, let alone something more dangerous around here like a Rey Dau. We’re trying to train it to do better, but it…”
“Won’t change?”
“Yeah. It’s been a major sore to deal with. Seen many battles, many hunters, all ended badly. Eats like a Chatacabra and barely lets anyone touch it during grooming time.”
Mint’s eyes tried to pull away from that Seikret with the onyx scales, but she couldn’t. It, no, He was glaring into her, commanding her not to look away.
“I see he’s covered in scars. Is that from…?”
“More than any I’ve ever seen on a Seikret and I’ve cared for many in my years. Hunt after hunt it’s sent out on it seems like it gets another wound.”
Her eyes finally managed to look at something other than his amber-colored pupils, focusing on the scars across his body, before going back up to those eyes. Why was her chest feeling tight?
“It reminds me of a Temper-”
Her words were cut off by the kennel door flying open, a hunter returning from a successful voyage into the forest and bringing their loyal companion back in. Chicks woke up and began scurrying about, Seikret and hunters all the same looked towards the door. All except for H im. Why wouldn’t he look elsewhere? She looked away again and over at Zata. Looking away made her feel a twinge of regret.
“Ah, he’s back! That’s my queue. You should stick around overnight for morning groomings, get to know some of our bright fresh Seikret faces! Pet them, wash them, and even scrub their beaks! It’s a great way of mingling and getting a life partner.”
“A-Alright.”
Mint nodded and watched Zata head off to continue her job, leaving the green hunter all on her own. She didn’t even need to look over to feel the Seikret drilling a glare into the side of her. Mint walked away, exhaling for the first time in a long minute. How long was she holding that breath, she thought to herself. The large Seikret shuffled in his nest alone, snorting quietly and curling up in his bed.
Nearby, Zata hurried off to the hunter, giving him a kiss on the lips. They had been dating for a year now, and she loved greeting him whenever he got home. For once, the Seikret wasn’t looking at Mint, but instead looking curiously at their display of affection. They always greeted each other the same way.
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Mint winced at the sun, walking out in her Chatacabra hoodie and pulling it up over her short, auburn hair. The only monster outfit she’s been able to craft, and she’s still missing the legs. Instead she wears the normal leather armor that’s provided to hunters there, tightly clinging to her soft thighs. The sun beat down on her, the desert heat even between these cliffs was unbearable for her. Hopefully, bathing a few Seikret will help beat the heat.
Mint rested her sword and shield down against the wall, next to a pile of other hunter weapons. Then she pushed the wooden gate open and peeked into the noisy room. Hunters, Seikret, chicks. The hunters were bathing and grooming the Seikrets who may one day become their most trusted companions, all while little fuzzy white balls of unfiltered curiosity and stupidity waddled around and bumped into anything taller than a pebble, chirping with a sharp demanding trill for attention. Mint couldn’t help but smile, looking over them one by one. Then, looking at the adults. Mint was a bit on edge, scanning between them.
She saw a small, green Seikret as well. It looked to be just past its juvenile stage, with a few awkward white feathers huddled. It huddled a corner next to a stool. She approached the lone creature, shoulders relaxing. Next to the stout little chair stood a barrel full of sudsy water with a sponge and a brush. Bubblefoam from the recent Mizutsune boom in the forest nearby, the villagers here must have traded for it. Mint gently lifted her hand up for the curious thing to sniff before it happily nuzzled into her hand, her fingers gently rubbing over the rough beak. She noticed behind it was another smaller bucket with a fine brush, was that for its mouth?
Needles ran up her spine and her shoulders raised back lifted up, immediately feeling something she had felt out in the field before. The same feeling when a Rey Dau flew overhead. Reduced to a cowering human before an unstoppable monster. She felt small . Even at that time she clutched the iron sword in her grip; it felt like a mere toothpick, but now she didn’t even have that luxury. The green Seikret jumped away frantically, as from around Mint’s back * he* appeared. When compared to the Seikret that was here, he towered over it, easily the biggest one in the stable. Up close his scales glistened, interjected by patches of deep scars that caused strange ripples and patterns in the surrounding scales. This was a Tempered Seikret. Mint quietly gulped, her legs failing her as she collapsed into the pitiful little stool.
He walked past her into the nest where the green one once was and sat in it, arms crossed together and its head facing her directly. Amber eyes. Up this close she could almost make out the cinders that gave them such a distinct look. The once loud laughing and chirping of everyone else in this room had vanished, the world falling away into Him for the second time. She was utterly outmatched, and completely defenseless. Seconds passed in silence between them, the only noise Mint hearing was her heartbeat thrumming in her ears. Was she supposed to speak? Was she supposed to run? Maybe even prostrate herself as though before some sort of demonic god?
The answer came in clearly, as he turned his head upwards, showing off his neck and body. Her eyes shot down to his scales, watching how his muscles moved beneath the battle-torn body. He wanted to be groomed. The sponge came into her reality in that moment along with the bucket full of water, and she sank her hand into its frigid depths. The water being so cold it was almost enough to snap her out of the fugue. She felt around for the sponge, drawing it out with a persistent dribble beneath it. He kept looking at her. Staring. Her mind formed another question, and she asked it to herself.
“Why did he keep staring?”
There were so many other hunters here, so many other ones who were stronger, faster than her, but he had chosen her . A pain suddenly shot up her leg, blood leaking into her leather pants. The pain forced a gasp out and she saw the cause- his feathered hand. Long, sharp claws were against her leggings, and one had penetrated her leather gear easily. When she looked back up, he was still staring, but his gaze had narrowed. She was being too slow.
The sponge gently pressed against his neck scales. The cool thing made his body involuntarily flinch away from it as he adjusted, before leaning into it and letting her move it around. His talons wrapped half around her leg, all of its claws now digging against her leg in preparation to punish her for displeasing him again. The sponge moved over his scales, gliding over the soft flesh until she reached a deep gash. She hesitated, and felt another sharp pain on her leg. Water expelled out of the sponge, her hand reflexively tightening on it from the pain. Water dripped down his scales between the grooves finding the gash and tracing its length. The brief paralysis left, and she moved the sponge down after the water, pressing firmly into the scar. A low, but noticeable noise gurgled out of the Seikret’s maw, a deep boiling of satisfaction. Her other hand gently rested under his neck, feeling the undamaged parts of the Tempered warrior’s body. She wasn’t surprised to find that it felt like a wall of muscle, but it was still enough to make her sweat.
She began earnestly yet quietly cleaning the Seikret’s midnight body. The sun crested a window nearby illuminating glass chimes that shot out rays of light into the room. One managed to strike the Seikret. Mint glanced away from his feathers, to the shining light. In his obsidian body there were stripes of glittering rainbow patterns embedded into the scales, glistening in direct sun. Hard to see in any amount of shade, but with just enough light he was gleaming before her. It reminded of the blackbirds that she had seen when she was young.
Minutes passed, but he never looked away from her. Even when she finished up one side and began cleaning his legs and back, even when he shifted his body around, the eyes never looked away from Mint. Sniff. The sponge halted on his leg. Sniff. Mint’s nose twitched and she took another sniff of the air, recoiling back from the pungent smell. She didn’t recognize it and it made her nose crinkle. Just as she was about to search for the source He grew bored of the grooming and moved with a swiftness that made Mint fall backwards out of her chair. The hay below softened her fall, but she could still feel one of his clawed hands holding onto her. He sat down directly in front of her, head cocked. She drew herself back up and realized just how close his face was to her own. Mint could feel the heat coming out of his nose, and smell the Seikret’s breath. To Mint’s horror, his beak opened.
Strings of saliva connected the edges of his parting maw, snapping one by one. A wave of heat rushed over Mint’s face as he exhaled. The black beak was open, scales stretched and saliva running down the edge of it. At its core a huge tongue sagged out, hanging off of the edge of his mouth. It was easily two inches thick! She could see razor sharp teeth on the bottom of the mouth, tongue slithering over them as spittle drooled down it and onto the hay below. Mint’s arm raised up in horror, trying to block her mouth from its noxious breath, but his claws all roughly dug into her again and made her hesitate. He wanted her to look. To behold it. She felt like a Kelbi being pounced upon by a Nargacuga, staring at the black death before it.
They stood in silence, Mint trembling and questioning her fascination with this Seikret in the first place. She could just leave, but something in her didn’t want to. Running purely on autopilot, her hand tried to grab the toothbrush from earlier. Her hand pitifully waved below her, flailing about before finding it. The nameless Seikret suddenly pulled on her with great force, pulling her against the wall of his kennel and right next to the bucket full of paste. The Seikret faced her, one of his legs immediately slamming down onto Mint’s own and pinning her in place. His arm moved up to her thigh, but Mint was still looking into his open mouth.The stench of his breath smelled metallic, he must have eaten something bloody recently.
Gripping the toothbrush like a vice would, Mint dunked it into the paste and then into his mouth, and she started cleaning it. Not just the row of razor teeth, but the inside gums and the edge of his beak as well. Every so often she dipped the toothbrush in the bucket, then washed away the remaining paste with a splash of water. It was all she could do. The foamy paste dripped out of his mouth and onto her pants while she dragged the brush over his teeth. From inside of his throat Mint heard a low rumbling of acknowledgement. Once the last bit was clean the toothbrush wumped into the hay below, but he didn’t close his mouth.
With the thick foot now pinning her in place, free arm moved up to her chest and pushed a claw against the base of her throat. Mint’s eyes dilated when she looked at the sharp tip of it against her exposed neck. He moved closer and extended his tongue, breathing against her cheek. She winced away, a noise escaping her lips that neither of them could quite hear. Then, he licked her. It was warm. Slimy. It licked up her cheek and dragged right next to her eye, forcing her to stare at it and his open mouth as it left a trail up her face. When she tried to take a deep breath in, she was once again assailed by the strong scent around her, but it wasn’t coming from his mouth. She had noticed the stench earlier but she couldn’t find it, and now being pinned up against a wall, she could smell it stronger than ever. It was a buildup of the wilds he hunted in. It was the promise of strength. It was sweat. It wasn’t the scent of a Seikret, it was the scent of a Tempered Seikret. It stung her nostrils and made her want to gag and run, but there was nowhere to go. Mint had to keep inhaling this Seikret’s musk . She knew that Seikret’s had incredible senses of smell, it was one of the most important things about having them as a partner, but the idea of them smelling so strongly never crossed her mind. It must be how they identify themselves in a group, sniffing each other, and now that same scent was overpowering her the more of it that she breathed. Whenever she smelled it, she could only think about a savage beast. A primal hunter. About this male.
The Seikret’s tongue pulled away, and it loomed over her, finally closing its beak with a satisfying clack . He raised up off of the ground, forcing too much weight onto her legs from his foot still on them. His movement revealed something new, something Mint wasn’t prepared to see. Between his legs was a slit that had parted, with something pushing out of it. It was black. Drooling. And she knew that the musk assaulting her was strongest there. Mint could practically taste the precum that was flicked across her clothed leg. Seikret cock pushed into her thoughts, and settled there happily.
He showed his growing tip off to her before laying back down on her. This time, laying across her sprawled out legs, his body weighing down on top of hers against the wall. His fluffed up chest firmly pressed into hers, and reality caught up to Mint. The staring, the grabbing, the scent, and now the showing off- It was courting her. He was courting her. He’s wanted her since he first saw her. Mint slowly looked into his amber eyes, her own lips parted with a shaky exhale
When his tongue pressed into her mouth, Mint was so out of it that the first thing she noticed was just how far it was down her throat. That tongue was so ridiculously thick that it pressed against the edges of her lips and squirmed down her mouth and forced her jaw open. His beak half opened again and was twisted to the right, dragging the sharp point of it over her cheekbone while shoving his wet tendril deeper inside. They were in public. There were hunters all around them, playing so wholesomely with their Seikret, while Mint was pinned in place and being forcibly kissed by this beast. Where did he learn to do this? That question popped into her mind, but it was quickly replaced by a second one, a far more sinister one that weighed in her chest. Her right arm quietly reached up, grasping his chest feathers that squished against her clothed breasts, as her tongue tasted Seikret spit and rubbed up against his own.
Why did she kiss back?
Her head twisted in turn, making it easier for the tongue bulging her throat to push yet deeper into her mouth as teeth threatened to tear her cheek open. Her face was pressed against his slimy mouth, doing everything but rubbing willingly against it as her tongue pressed upwards into his own, tasting the Seikret and swallowing on reflex. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and there was a heat in multiple places inside of herself. One in her chest, and one far lower in her body.
All the while he stared at her. Looking down at her even in this lecherous admission. While the world may not exist to Mint right now, she was thankful that the Seikret’s large body was blocking hunters from seeing the salacious display. His hips moved, and she noticed that her leg was pressed right up against something warm and wet between his legs. He pushed it firmly against her tight leather leggings, managing to catch it just underneath where the leather met her ankle. His cock slid up under her pantleg and brushed his pre inside. Mint’s mind was slow on the uptake, but in this moment she was extremely aware of her position. No longer was he ‘courting’ her, he had her exactly where he wanted. It was his time to claim her.
Seikret saliva dripped from their kiss, running down the side of her cheek and onto her neck, soaking into the hoodie she so desperately wanted to hide inside of. Drool wasn’t the only liquid staining it, as the claw still against her neck made blood bloom around it. It was painless, or at least, Mint was too focused to notice a little prick of the skin like that. Instead, she was losing herself in this intense moment.
Every sense was being assailed. His tongue slid across her own, down into her throat and writhed around inside while his fangs dragged across her. She could smell his heavy breath and the musk that was beginning to cling to her outfit. The only thing she could see was him and his mouth and his neck. Wet squelches of the appendage shoving down her throat were fading away as she noticed a low growl coming out of the raptor, up through his throat and reverberating in her ears. Everything she experienced was tainted by him.
His cock pushed further up her pantleg, slowly unsheathing and shoving inside of her, stretching her leather leggings. Every few seconds he thrust forward in a decisive motion, showing her how long it was getting. She could feel it on her ankle, then her lower thigh, and as it crawled higher up her leg she began to worry. SNAP . Threads came undone on the hem of her clothing, unable to handle his member. The pantleg gave way, letting his next thrust plunge all the way up, dragging and rubbing his hot cock up all the way up to her knee, until she felt another warm stickiness pour inside. He hadn’t cum, but he was clearly excited with how much was leaking into her, permeating her pants.
Blessedly, his tongue began to retract backwards, 5 minutes of passionate makeouts that left her completely stunned and shaken. She gasped for air the moment she finally could, but the claw once again pressed into her neck, keeping her right where she was. Despite his retreat, he was still slowly frotting her leg faster and faster. She was defiled, mouth covered in spit while her left was torn and full of precum. Her pants were so tightly fit that even a small amount of his fluid meant it oozed around her upper thigh, drawing closer to her own warm sex.
Mint’s mouth opened. A shaking, quiet pant, before she tried to speak silently.
“ Y-You… Want me…?”
He turned his head curiously at her words. Recognition in his face. Many seikret can understand hunters but not speak back, could comprehend her? More words wanted to come out, but without any warning his other arm reached up and pushed into her mouth, muffling her. His talons against her tongue, feeling around inside as she deeply blushed. Then, the claws withdrew, as if nothing had happened. She swallowed. She didn’t even know this beast’s name, she realized. Zata may be nearby, she can ask later. His hips withdrew as wall, pulling his dick back and leaving a slimy trail with it as it did. She relaxed. Mint believed she had made it through.
The relief was premature. Though he had briefly withdrawn, Mint wasn’t prepared for his second wind. The talons on her neck pulled away, and he lunged forward at her like a Barioth, one of his hands imbedding on each side of her head as he hoisted himself up it, pulling his body up until his legs were against Mint’s hips, and she was once again trapped on the wall. This time however, Mint wasn’t looking at his eyes. They looked forward at his cock that was suddenly pressed onto her cheek.
It was massive. Even for a Seikret, even for a Tempered monster, it was massive. The size of her lower arm in length and almost as girthy, with a thin tip that only grew wider to the base. It was tapered and smooth, shining with unknown fluids coating it, black and dripping a foul substance out of the tip. In moving here, part of his pre from her pantleg was still connected by a thin wire to his dick, and it made it all the way up to her cheek before snapping. All of that Mint could understand, could at least try and handle, but the worst part was his smell. She wanted to gag, to pull away, but she knew retreating was the worst thing she could do, so she inhaled .
It smelled like sweat. Like sex. Distilled and made real as it assaulted her. The air was thick around it, humid with the musk as his dick aggressively slapped against her cheek, leaving a splatter of vague liquid and lubricant against her face. Her mouth parted in surprise, and she could taste that air. She hated it. She wanted to leave. It was vile, and made her mind spin, and despite that, Mint needed more. It was so masculine, so strong, it told her everything she needed to know about his virility. Her womb ached on smelling it and she wanted nothing more than to kiss it- Only to realize she already was. Her lips were on the side of the tip, open and sliding down it, tongue coming out and tasting the sublime, addicted flavor as the stench stained her. Her willpower had broken beneath his lusts.
Her new addiction was torn from her after only a moment. His cock pulled away from her face, letting a cold air rush over her face as he lowered himself off the wall quickly. Anxiety took over because she wasn’t with his dick anymore, she was worried, alone. Why did he pull away so quickly? She spent half of a second trying to refocus and understand the sudden change of pace, before she heard a voice calling out to her.
“Hello! Mint, how’s it going?”
Zata. Anger welled up in her chest, immediately followed by panic as she realized she was a mess, face wet, pantleg torn. Zata was still a bit away but moved in a swift jog. Common sense returned and she remembered she wasn’t only in public, but everything that he just did to her happened around others, making her anxiety spike a second time. She frantically looked over at her suitor, the Seikret was lying down next to her with a low growl. Was he annoyed too?
“Oh no, did that beast spill water on you? He has a bad habit of knocking over buckets.”
Mint looked at her blankly.
“...Huh?”
Then, she glanced down at the nearby bucket. Indeed it was knocked over, the water inside gone with wet hay beneath it. She never even realized.
“I warned you to be careful about him, he doesn’t really… Uh… You okay?”
Mint blinked, slowly nodding. Next to her, the Seikret was glaring with a new sort of intensity at Zata. Not the same kind of look he gave Mint.
“What, u-uh, is his name?”
Zata sighed and gave him a stern look, before turning back with a worried expression.
“His name is Coal? You seem really out of it, is that blood on your neck? Oh dammit, did that grouchy bastard get angry? You’re soaked in water and all torn up!”
Nearly every word bounced off her, not a single one worth listening to except for one. Coal. His name is Coal. She pulled her legs up to her chest and just shook her head, looking over at Coal.
“I’m fine, I tripped and fell with a bucket, and he stepped on me.”
An explanation so bad that Zata couldn’t stop the snort from coming out.
“Yeah? Sure, whatever, just be careful with him. We get a lot of hunters with illusions of being able to hunt the apex around here with no preparation. Be sure you can handle a Seikret first. Now, let’s… Ugh. You smell like Seikret. Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
Zata offered a hand to Mint, and she glanced down at it, before accepting. Zata helped her up. Mint let go, and then spoke.
“I’ll be right back, let me grab the brush and bucket, and dump out the rest of the water. I’ll catch up with you s-soon.”
Zata nodded, and headed off. The atmosphere was ruined and Mint was frustrated, but they were alone again.
“Coal.”
She said for the first time. It came out of her throat so effortlessly, relief exuding out. She didn’t know where that relief came from, just that it was there and only came when his name escaped her lips. Coal turned his head up, and shifted his weight over, showing his engorged dick briefly, before hiding it again.
“I-I know, I know Coal, uhm… I…”
She quietly bent over next to him, whispering.
“I’ll be back later, so we can be alone.”
Her body began to raise back up, and she felt one of his grab her shoulder. Coal’s claw viciously dug into her shoulder, far harder than he had done to leg. His long nail broke skin instantly, drawing blood that ran down the pierced chatacabra scales. Mint whined, but didn’t retreat. She knew better than that already. It took such a short amount of time for her to understand this beast in front of her, and only a little longer for her to grow to love how rough he was. He withdrew his claw from her arm and raised it to his mouth. That familiar tongue slipped out and ran over her blood, cleaning himself off, before he let out a snort through his beak.
Mint inhaled through her teeth while standing up, looking at her new throbbing arm wound. Why did he do that one? For not staying? While he may be a beast, his mannerisms and wants were so human. Every time Coal did something, she could see logic behind the actions, a plan in place. Reasoning behind why he was rough with her and made her bled. This one was different. Bucket and brush in hand, she walked off, a pair of amber eyes watching her every step.
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The rest of the day crawled by. She kept looking up at the sun to watch the hours tick by, eventually getting all cleaned up and changed, wearing her undershirt and leggings. Her arm was bandaged and so were her minor scrapes, but every time she moved she noticed her shoulder throb with pain. Yet each time she felt that pain, her mind wandered to Coal. It happened constantly. The moment her mind would drift away, able to focus on the task or hunt on hand, that pain would bring her mind back to the mark left on her body.
Zata eventually left her alone, and the sunset turned to nightfall. Sand was in the air, kicked up by the start of the inclemacy season. Rey Dau would be active and it would be dangerous to be outside, but that didn’t matter to Mint. She told Coal that she’d find him tonight. At the hunter’s camp she got her back and weapon together, waiting until most others were asleep.
Braving the sands was a stupid decision, and she knew it immediately. Without a Seikret to help navigate she was moving at a painful crawl, expending far too much energy in making it to Kunafa. Thankfully, she recognized the village by the wind chimes they used to ward off predators, and it was too loud to be the real Rey Dau. She pushed past the gate and into the village, navigating off memory since no one was there to point her to the stables. Each building was boarded up for the storm, even the stables. As she pushed the gate open her arm throbbed with pain, and she recalled her wound again.
She was greeted by a dark room with individual stone stalls with dozens of Seikret inside, some juveniles, some chicks, and some fully grown belonging to hunters. Mint stumbled in, slamming the door shut behind herself with a grunt. No more sand, thank god. She shook herself off and pulled her hoodie down, casting her lantern over the kennel. A few Seikret stirred to look at her curiously as she snuck by them.
“Please, please, please, where are you Coal…”
She mumbled, reaching the end. There he lay, awake. Her lantern hung on her belt caused him to cast a large shadow behind himself, nearly as dark as his own scales. Coal stirred with guttural growl. Powerful muscles effortlessly lifted him up until he towered over her and glared down. Between his legs she could see his tip poking out already, probably still backed up from earlier today.
“H-Hello.”
She said as normally as she could manage, unsure how to speak to him. Should she bow? Hug him? Run? A simple greeting should suffice, for now, should it please the Seikret. Coal snorted and shook his body, feathers shuffling as he did so. Then, his head cocked to the left.
“We probably shouldn’t, uhm, do this, here.”
She paused between her words, face red.
“There’s a chance someone finds us in the, uh, morning.”
What was she even telling herself? Was she really about to go through with this? She was trembling, her pussy already wet inside of her tight leather leggings.
“I have a pop-up camp that’s empty out in the desert, it’s only a bit away, and we just need to follow the cliff.”
Could he understand? Mint was still unsure, she knew from reports how intelligent Seikret were. Coal moved, and she jumped in place. His head shot out and went between her legs, causing her to forward onto his back. A trained motion, drilled in place by Kunafu scouts to pick up riders. There was no saddle and no handles, so her hands managed to find his feathers. It took a second longer than most hunters, but she managed to turn around and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his feathers. That same musk from before laced them, and her face grew even redder as she quietly began to breathe his unique fragrance. Like before she was shocked at how strong it was, and how immediately her willpower folded to it. It was so divine, so easy to lose herself in after a few breaths, that she couldn’t stop herself from huffing his feathers
Coal shook his body a bit to make sure she was on tight before moving quickly through the stable, knocking a smaller Seikret aside near the door. The doors were knocked open and the pair sprang out, harsh winds catching the door and closing it behind them. Mint arose from her haze with a heavy blush, and she narrowed her eyes in the storm. Thankfully, this outfit had goggles. It was loud out here with the constant crashes of lightning, leaving her only able to direct him with gentle tugs at his feathers. As promised it wasn’t that far, less than 5 minutes outside of town and surrounded by cliffs. Her pop-up camp was a soft green like her namesake, the whole thing well secured enough by Palicos to only shake a little.
“Hurry in!”
She yelled out, Coal obliging. His beak pressed against the entrance, forcing it open as the two escaped the elements. Her lantern cast the room in a dim orange light. The room was quaint and cramped for both of them to fit inside of, and the wood beneath Coal’s claws let out a concerning creaking. A raised platform with a bed on it, a box full of supplies, and a few odd things hanging from the walls. A few charms and a wooden box with a plant inside of it. Mint raised the lantern up and hung it on a hook, exhaling.
“We’re here…”
Mint could feel every beat of her heart in her throat. She slipped off of the monster and landed on top of the bed, and noticed that Coal was just barely big enough to fit inside of here. She turned away briefly to drop off her sword and shield, but his beak immediately pressed against her neck, hooking against her hoodie’s neck and pulling.
“A-Ahh! Careful careful!! You’re gonna—”
Coal kept pulling, his clawed hands going for her clothing. She fell over onto the bedroll, gasping and writhing in his claws, hurriedly trying to help him by stripping. It was too late for her hoodie though as tears appeared on the edges of it, tearing away. Underneath was her tight fitting black shirt that he went for too, yanking backwards. Her body rocked forward and she managed to slip out of it, revealing her bare back. It was covered in freckles, and Mint moved her hands down to her pants. Mint moved with the same cadence of a pair of young lovers with only a few minutes to spare alone together, and she got one leg out. Despite this, Coal snagged the leggings and pulled.
“Wait wait waitwait”
Mint’s face went into the pillow nearby in trying to save them, but it was too late. All of the blacksmith’s work went to waste. Most of her clothes were ruined. All that was left was a pair of panties with a cutesy palico face on them. Mint turned, facing him. She was almost on full display, one of her arms tried to cover her bare tits. Her chest was C-Cup and it squished against her arm, and her hips had the barest bit of fat on them giving her nice curves. Beneath all the armor Mint actually had the vague impression of an hourglass, and she looked away from him bashfully.
“Okay, Coal, I’m ready…”
But Coal didn’t jump on her like she was expecting him to. The wind outside was loud, and crashes of thunder breaking through it, but both of them didn’t bat an ear. Mint was quiet, willing herself to look up into his eyes. Coal was staring again. His eyes were so beautiful, but filled her with a terror like a mouse before a Jaggi. The room darkened as Mint’s lantern died down, dimming everything but his eyes, illuminated by a fire behind them. Mint’s mouth parted a hair, and her arm pulled away from her chest.
He moved forward with a strange calmness to him, beak already opening as he pressed it up against her neck, nuzzling her. Mint’s hands moved up and brushed the sides of his neck, feeling his muscles contract beneath those impossibly smooth scales. His tongue slapped against her center and pressed roughly on her bare skin, running up her ribs and leaving a slimy trail behind it. This again. She felt like she was being treated like a goddess by him. Goosebumps ran up her spine and then down her arms and she let a moan out, breaking the silence between them. His arms moved up to her own and gripped tightly while his tongue ran up her neck, and then her cheek, and lastly back to her mouth shoving inside.
More kisses for Mint. He was rough and selfish exploring into her mouth, saliva getting caught on her lips and running down her cheek. She could taste him again, something she had been dreaming about the entire day. Fingers curled into his feathers and Mint leaned back onto the bed, gently pressing down onto the bedroll as he climbed up on top of it as well. Wood creaked beneath them again and threatened to snap under the Seikret’s heavy body. He lowered himself, his heavy frame pinning her against the bed. * Why is he so sensual* , Mint questioned. Coal was acting like a human, mostly, instead of a frenzied horny beast. She recalled her arm wound again, and realization hit her like a Barroth. Coal had marked her. Why didn’t she realize it earlier? Every time it hurt she thought of him, thought of their intense session, and thought of his cock. His ferocity. He imprinted part of himself onto her to force her to not forget, how cruel…
Her thighs parted underneath him. She was horny, and that realization only made it worse. Mint liked being treated that way. Coal settled down on top of her with the same gentleness of a weighted blanket, each leg on the side of her hips while his chest squished against her own. Underneath him like this was so warm, so soft. His feathers and scales made a wonderful blanket, and his heavy body made her feel so secure. Mint’s arms slid up around his neck and she licked up his tongue, feeling it down her throat. But now, she could feel something else against her. It was currently against her stomach, angled down just under her belly button and leaving a greasy pool of excitement on her pale skin. His dick prodded against her belly, growing with every second.
She remembered how long it was against her pantleg, how long it was when staring right at it, and yet feeling it against her stomach was only making her worry more. Mint could tell it was already gigantic but she could still feel it growing. Longer, larger. Her body twisted under him, grinding against it as his cock kept sliding against her skin. Past her belly button, up her stomach, eventually pressing up against her ribs. Could she handle this thing? Was she going to die trying to fuck a tempered monster?
Coal’s tongue slid out of her and retracted back into his mouth, beak clacking shut. He exhaled and looked down at her face, cocking his head. Mint looked back up at him. She could feel his heart too. It was beating slower than her own, and each beat of it thrummed against her body in a satisfying, almost calming rhythm. It was enough to distract her for just a moment, almost making her forget what she was about to go through. His arms pressed down against the sides of her pillow and he began to shift again, pulling his hips backwards and lifting his body up while squishing their chests tightly together. From the outside, it would merely appear that he was stretching out much like a feline would. From Mint’s perspective, she could immediately feel his dick drag against her and falling between her pursed thighs. He then did the opposite, sliding his hips back up against her own and stretching his chest out and lifting upwards. Mint could see his cock running up her body, and it was larger than she remembered. It went from her pussy all the way up to her chest, there was no way she could take the whole thing.
The lantern dimmed again. Coal pulled his arms back against his chest and stood all the way up, letting his cock hang beneath him and oozing a thin string of excitement out. It was, expectedly, very cold without him on top of her, and Mint hated being chilly. Something was going to happen, and he was dragging it out to torture her. Mint bit the inside of her lip, and then opened her mouth to speak.
“What are-
It was only then that Coal made his intention clear, as he stepped, stepped, and turned around. His feet landed on her arms, pinning them down and his dick hung there. It hung about a foot over her in the air, when it abruptly descended upon her, giant clawed talons on each side of her head.
“AaaaAA–”
Despite it being open, his dick didn’t go into her mouth. She had tried to catch it, but failed and it instead slapped down against her cheek. He sat down on her face and laid on her body. Coal chirruped to himself with a satisfied smugness about him, his overwhelming cock trapped between her face and his crotch. His tail lowered as well to close the world off from Mint, and she was in a new sort of predicament. Stuck between her bedroll and his sweaty cock, he shifted his hips back and forth and rubbed it against her face, staining her with its lubricant and stench.
Mint’s mind couldn’t handle it. She tried to gasp in and was met with that vile and addictive cloud of Seikret dicksweat that she couldn’t resist. Before she could comprehend it her tongue had lashed out, relishing in the wild abandon of submission. Scales squished against her face, his hips adjusting to more contour her well while sliding forward and trying to find his new toy’s mouth. He struggled to find it, and instead kept polishing her face with his rod. Coal was briefly reminded of how earlier today Mint rubbed all over his body with a sponge, he relished in the idea of doing the same with a different type of tool. With her arms pinned down Mint couldn’t move, she was struggling to breathe but kept licking and worshipping the Tempered threat on top of her. The taste was how she could tell apart his cock and crotch scales, but neither of the choices were bad in her mind.
Once again he thrust his hips forward, grinding down her chin and just barely missing her mouth. Mint tried to adjust and lick upwards to catch the base of it, but much to her horror there was something wet and warm here as well with more of that scent emanating from it. Lips curled into a kiss and Mint’s head twisted to the right, treating the new hole like her lover’s mouth and pushing her tongue inside, scraping against the bottom of it. It was bliss, and this time, she could feel Coal’s body react while licked inside of him. Each prod made his muscles flex and dick jam against her, trying to fuck anything it could, even managing to slide against the crook of her arm. Mint’s clouded mind took some time before she understood the exact situation she reveled in; she was making out with Coal’s asshole.
It was a large round hole with a perfect amount of give and perfect for kissing unlike his awkward beak. When she made out with his ass she pictured herself like a blushing bride on her wedding day, kissing her lover. It was warm and wet and sweaty and delicious, and Mint needed more of it. Coal’s cock twitched against her body and he was violently rubbing it on her- If she could hear anything, she would hear the desperate breathing of a Seikret nearly about to climax. She pushed deeper inside, her lips managing to get in as well.
Lick, lick, lick. Mint couldn’t breathe but she was still licking. Her eyelids heavy, her strength was leaving her. She kept licking, it was more important than trying to breathe. Mint nearly passed out in that moment. The sound of his asshole peeling off of her face was reminiscent of Sticky Ammo being ripped off something, that wet snapping of glue. Strings of precum, sweat, spit, and now anal lubricant connected her face to his asshole as it finally tore away, revealing Mint’s ruined visage and her glassy eyes. Air rushed into her lungs, laced of course with that Seikret’s fine musk, and Mint was resuscitated from her near-death experience.
She didn’t have long to think about it. Coal seemed agitated, or at least animated by the rimjob, and skittered off of the bed. One of his hands hooked underneath Mint’s armpit and yanked her quite suddenly, sending her toppling off of the bed and onto the hardwood beneath her with a thud. Scraped up and well used, Mint focused her vision on the ground under her. She felt sticky. Wet. Sore. The wood creaked loudly, a noise only partially drowned out by the sandstorm still raging outside of the tent. Mint rose to her hands and knees, coughing. No rest for the weary.
“Coal, fuck, please—”
The Seikret moved like a snake, slithering across the ground with a low frame until he pounced on top of her. She had been given enough of a ‘break’ in Coal’s mind, she had a few seconds to catch her breath and he was tired of the foreplay. His scales drifted over her skin until his weight made Mint’s arms bend and give out beneath her. The wood made for a poor landing of her face, scraping her even further while Coal pinned her against it. From beneath her shoulders, Mint felt both of his arms wrap around and clutch her tits. Blessedly her face was yanked off of the floor, Coal pulling her firmly against her body and getting her properly into position. Her back cradled his feathered crest. Like castle gates parting for a battering ram his dick slammed between her plush thighs, missing her pussy and violently shoving up against her belly with a reveler’s glee. Thanks to Mint’s earlier worship of it, his dick was left with a sheen of saliva that acted like a lubricant between her thighs while thrusting between them. Mint’s mouth hung open and she let out a loud groan, her own hands reaching up to grab onto his arms for support.
“hhaaHhhAHAA–”
Thighs didn’t stack up to a proper warm hole, but it was the best thing Coal has fucked in years. His rear kept winding back and slamming forward against her, smearing her legs with cock and musk. With the thighjob came the hardest part for Mint, his dick rubbing forcefully against her pussy that needed him so badly. With every push she felt his entire 14 inches dragging across her, her cuntlips kissing it like she her mouth did earlier today.
“O–Oh god Coal, just, fuck just fuckhhhaaa—”
Her legs could barely hold herself up anymore, the thighjob was sending her body into a frenzy of want.
“Hhhhaa–hhh, just, just fuck— Just fuck me Coal—”
The tip of his member kept jamming against her stomach, up to her ribs and squirting some pre onto the bottom of her well-handled chest. Claws dug into those mounds and he was using them like toys, dribbles of blood running down his claws. Every part of Mint was for him to use and hurt as his own behest, and she loved every second of it.
“P—PLEASE!!!”
Coal’s legs shifted partially, each one pressing against the side of Mint’s feet and wrapping a long scaly toe over them. She was now anchored properly. Coal’s tail raised into the air as he dipped Mint down towards the ground, pulling himself out from between her abused thighs. The tip of his member trailed past her bellybutton on the way out and made it to the lip of her pussy, gently prodding it. First he pushed forward getting to the left of it, failing to get inside. Then to the right, finding the same issue. And then it planted itself right between her cuntlips and her anxiety spiked. Mint gulped, exhaling a shaky pent-up ball of pure fear while spittle dribbled off of her chin.
“Coal… Fuck me…”
The words had barely left her mouth when he obeyed. There was no fanfare, there were no fireworks that went off. He was too fast for using something this big, and it hurt because of it. It pushed inside her cunt, the tip far easier to take than the rest of it which only got wider with every inch, and he managed to sink about 5 inches of his monstrous thing inside before pulling back and trying again. Mint’s scream managed to pierce the sandstorm outside of the tent, but the only one who could hear it loved that noise. His second thrust went over better, 6 inches managing to disappear inside of her before she cried out again, tears streaming down her face. That was her limit for the moment, and he had enough sense to not go beyond that.
Every second was a new sensation for the exhausted woman. She was making noises of pain and pleasure she didn’t think she could utter, and the pain hit her in strange ways. Beneath it, she felt that pleasure rising. A slow, steady increase of it, masked by his roughness and her inexperience. Her body tried to rock forward but his arms kept her held firmly against him, there would be no escape until he was satisfied. She could manage. She had to, for him. There was a boiling heat inside of her chest that corrupted her body and made her do all of this in the first place, and despite the pain of it, she wanted this. Fingers interlaced with feathers and her mouth opened again for another loud cry.
After the first minute of brutal adjusting had passed, Mint was finally getting used to him. It went from constant pain to only small spikes of it. Her cries were becoming moans. More dick pushed in her, now that Coal could feel his toy getting used to his girth. Mint was starting to reap the rewards of toughing it out, the pain was dulled and she was gasping in pleasure. Little flecks of her feminine need were flung onto the floor below them, glinting in the dim light the lantern still managed to cast. Mint’s bad habit of thinking and questioning things tried to start again, her mind forming things to ask herself that all quickly fell apart after each thrust derailed her train of thought. She couldn’t keep up with his pace, always getting used to how it felt 15 seconds beforehand. More cock, faster pumping, and new sensations.
“G–Guh, hhhaa, Coal, a–AaaaAAAAA—”
Her jaw hung limply open, another noise of sheer unpreparedness. She was drowning in the lusts of Coal, being dragged down beneath the tide of his desires. Coal’s right arm released her sore chest and moved up to her limp jaw, nonchalantly sticking his longest talons into her mouth and pulling . Her cheek stretched and her tongue tasted his rough daggers while they played with her. With half-lidded eyes she tried to look up, and she made eye contact with Coal. He was still staring. There were new things in his eyes this time, a new intensity that wasn’t there before. As Mint became lost in his bottomless gaze, she actually managed to relax in his grip. Her pussy relaxed a hair and her arms fell limply upon Coal’s own. Was it his desire that calmed her? Love? Or was he merely an obsessive stalker of a Seikret? A handsome suitor? She couldn’t place the look, but she formed more questions in her tired brain, coping with her new existence.
Another moan crawled out of her, and his second claw on the same hand hooked around her cheek. Spittle and tears and even a few drops of blood ran down her pale skin, her tongue hanging haplessly out of her mouth, her expression like that of a happy canine. When did the sex start feeling so good? So right? Still more questions swirled around Mint’s well fucked brain, ruined by too many sensations and his addictive musk that dulled her thoughts. A long string of Saliva ran down Coal’s finger and dribbled onto the floor below, right next to a fresh splatter of pussy fluids that he had fucked out of her. Held up only by the fingers in her mouth, a hand on her chest, and his bitchbreaker inside of her, Mint’s toes were barely grazing the floor to keep herself up.
Was it eight inches now? Another question, it was the only thing in her head anymore besides Coal. She could feel him fucking so deep it practically hit her ribcage, every rough thrust inside rocking her forward with a lewd squelch and a crying noise of delight. Sweat beaded across her body to join the tincture of other fluids already painting her. It was further joined by Coal’s tongue running up her cheek to catch some of it, before moving that tongue partially inside of her mouth and then out again. The wet slapping against her cunt was getting louder too from the fluids trapped between their rutting forms, and Coal had stopped holding back. Every inch that could fit was being shoved in and out rapidly, her sex throbbing with dull pain every time, but it was no match to the fever pitch of lust between them. She didn’t want to stop, not until he was finished, no matter what. Her want, blessedly, wouldn’t be long.
His shaft was swelling. Especially near the base and the underside, it was growing. Coal slowed briefly to adjust his grip, his other hand brisky scraping up her body and hooking into her mouth. When her body began to fall forward she thrust her hands out to catch herself on the floor below, but her mouth was now being defiled by 4 talons. His posture changed as well, no longer hunching over her but pulling her taut and upwards, fucking up into her with furious abandon. His amber eyes were half-lidded now too, beak hanging open and panting, his primal instincts taking over. Quiet chirps and growls radiated out of him, noises originating in the throat pressing against the side of her head, Mint listened to every noise and hung off of them like the lover’s sweet nothings that they were. With her mouth held open by two sets of claws she couldn’t hide her screams of shameful glee, a warmness that had been building releasing all at once. Her climax struck her hard, previous screams all seeming like whimpers compared to the noise that rocketed out of her. Her body went stiff in his arms, pussy tightly squeezing and milking his member for all it could manage in the brief few seconds.
Coal’s climax followed, but it was far more devastating. She first noticed his frantic thrusting slow to nearly half speed, and then a pressure inside of her stomach. That pressure turned to a pained bliss instantaneously as his seed permeated her womb, completely filling her with the first pump alone on the heel of her climax. Her toes curled off the ground and she went completely quiet, twitching when he pulled back and slammed back inside. A second rope of his thick seed painted her insides, stomach visibly swelling some. This time it was too much to fit, and there was a slough of excess cum on the ground beneath them, oozing out of her pussy and down their thighs. He pulled back again, thick globs of virile gunk stretched between their hips before pressing back inside, sending some of the cum squirting off to the side. A third helping of his disgusting beast seed, even thicker than the last. Her stomach bulged more outward as he tried to plug her cunt up with his dick, some cum still managing to squeeze out.
A thought was trying to form, another question, but when it did the bliss of being fucked would dim that thought into blurry ecstasy. Her head went limp in his hands, brain no longer working. Another pump of cum, but no slamming of hips together. Instead he stood, lifting her up while squirting more inside of her. Coal carried her over to the bed and laid her down with him on top, acting like a weighted blanket once again. She was trapped beneath him, facedown dick lodged inside. Coal’s body shivered, and some last vestiges of cum squirted inside. Mint groaned.
Her eyes looked visibly glassy, and her limp jaw was making a wet spot of drool in the pillow. Pain radiated out of most of her body, and she dimly realized that his hands were back onto her squished chest. Mint’s body twitched, a phantom of the climax passing up her spine. Out of her broken, muddied brain, the question tried to form again. It was something about his cum, but she couldn’t place it. Conscious and unconscious mind worked in tandem in her sorry state to try and help. What was it?
“Ghoguh….”
No, that wasn’t it.
“Hhhha….”
Her droning, warbled cries failed to communicate to either of them what she wanted to know. She was fully crying, wailing from the intensity of the rutting that happened. Each body part hurt in a unique way, from scratches or soreness, to pricks and stretching, being underneath him was letting Mint focus on just how overclocked she was.
Mint gulped. Mouth closing, she licked her lips, regaining the sliver of composure she needed to form the question.
“...Can…”
Even speaking hurts. The inside of her mouth was scratched up by claws and her throat hurt from his tongue thrashing about inside.
“Can Seikrets imperg…”
The word collapsed, it was too complicated to say.
“Can Seikrets… Breed with humans…?”
She was never one for anatomy, nor one to study the recently discovered Seikrets. She didn’t know. Reports of monsters and humans breeding was in fables, but she never looked any further than that. Could they breed? Common sense said no, but something was deeply wrong with the idea of that. There was a satisfaction inside of her womb so deep, so primal, that she couldn’t write it off. A doubt in her mind that made her blush. Can they breed, and more importantly, ‘Am I pregnant?’ She smiled quietly, Coal not responding to her question. Instead a quiet chirrup as his cheek nuzzled up against her, body shifting on top of her, reminding her of the dick still ruining her pussy. Another squirt of cum inside to help breed her, to fit more eggs inside. Her hand moved down his arm, gently wrapping around his claw possessively. The lantern went out, bathing them both in darkness.
Mint was so exhausted, and yet Coal moved again. Hips moving, cock still erect. He wasn’t done with her yet. With a dumb smile, the question left her mind out through her drool, and she gently kissed his claw. Broken and claimed, Mint had no say left in what he did to her for the rest of her life.
She hoped his seed would take, at least.
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“Just a Quarmatrice?”
The hunter from Therma unit grumbled to himself in the lantern light. Stacks of hunt records, all of them approved by a Handler, littered his desk. There were stacks for the other couple hunters in their unit, but this was the only one from Mint. The only one hunt in months. Below it, a form requesting for leave.
“She hunted a Chatacabra, vanished for nearly a month, then a Quarmatrice in apparently record time, and then…”
Time off. Under the reasons category, stamped and approved by the handler, Mint had simply written ‘Honeymoon’.
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The kissing was always her favorite part of Coal returning. He always kept it up for minutes on end, his talons gently running over her body while he toyed with her mouth. The Pop-Up Tent was hidden away in a nice cave inside of the forest, a far-away place where no large monsters would ever be. A place neither would be found for some time, while they had their fun. Her skin was bare, Mint quickly realized that any clothes she tried to wear around him were torn off. Coal’s talons grazed down her marked and scarred body, all the way past her swollen tits that dribbled milk down her body. Below that, Coal’s favorite part. His talons moved down to her large, gravid stomach. Unlike the rest of Mint’s body, her stomach was unmarred by his toxic love. She needed to be kept intact to make a good breeder. The kiss broke with strings of saliva connecting the tongue to her, before his tongue moved down to her chest, beak clasping over her chest. Milk squirting into his mouth and he left another mark upon her.
Mint pressed forward against his mouth, her hands moving up to her pregnant belly, showing it off to him.
“H-Hi Coal… Welcome back from the hunt. Did you bring me some food today?”
Coal nodded to the side of himself, where a wicker cast was strapped to the modified saddle on his back. It was full. Without warning Coal climbed one foot onto the bed, arms gripping her shoulders. His dick slapped forward demandingly against her stomach, leaving an imprint of wet cock around it as he rubbed it all around her stomach. He was marking his territory, as always. She reeked of Seikret musk now, a scent that would never come off, but he wanted to keep layering it on her, especially while she was like this. Her sex drive was higher than ever, but it hinged upon the Seikret in front of her.
“A–Ahh! Is my h-husband all worked up from a long day? Well, alright, we can ‘meet the baby’ if you want.”
Her smile curled up, and she slowly laid back onto the bed, legs spreading.
“Come to mama, Coal~”
