Monsters and Maidens

Rick could only spare a moment to ponder what he was doing. He was drenched, sitting on a small freezing stream with the water reaching all the way to his gut, stranded in an unknown land, and being kissed by a naked monster woman that was part Amazonian warrior, part wild temptress, and part feline. Her skin was smooth and hot under his fingers as he reached for her hips, the fur on her paws holding him closer against him. It was a battle of contrasts. Her skin was soft, but her muscles were hard, her hands were covered in soft snowy fur, but her thighs and torso were supple silken honeyed skin.

The human’s mind tumbled its way through the sensations and thoughts.

She was not an experienced kisser, but she was aggressively eager. She mashed her lips against his own as her tongue invaded his mouth and tasted everything he could offer and more. It was wet, cool, and slightly rough, unlike anything he had encountered before. A small mental note told him she needed a mint.

Rick couldn’t much attempt to push into her mouth, even here she pushed against his own. When he did manage to slip past, she bit down, softly, just enough to snatch the tip.

He sputtered for breath as soon as Monica pulled back, releasing his tongue. They stared at each other. Her eyes were pools of liquid sapphires swirling with desire, her face flushed as her tanned skin took a redder tone on her cheeks. Slowly, she gulped for air, licking her lips as she panted. Those very lips curled up in a curve of amusement. This was something new, exotic. Her furred hands moved from his shoulders and grasped at his shirt.

He saw how her eyes lingered over him, pupils dilating slowly.

With an ease that made Rick feel like a rag doll, she lifted him by his clothes, pulling him closer to the side and out of the stream of water. His body shivered from the cold, but there was a growing heat inside of him as he found himself unable to turn away from her. Especially when she clenched her fist and tore at his shirt slowly, breaking with such an ease Rick suspected he had worn tissue paper for clothes that morning.

The woman was the first to break eye-contact, gaze trailing downwards and looking at him with a slightly furrowed brow. She leaned closer, frowning further as she focused on his chest more closely. Tossing aside the piece of cloth she’d ripped off, her hand moved to grope at his chest hair.

“Hey!” Rick winced as she’d tugged a bit of it off.

The feline peered at the hair she’d pinched between her claws, inhaling it, and then turning to him, tilting her head as she leaned back down, breathing him in with a deep inhale. She licked the spot she’d pinched and pausing as the human couldn’t help but squirm at the sensation. A rumbling sound emerged from her core, a purr but deeper. The first image that came to Rick’s mind was of tumbling rocks down a hill, or chainsaws being left on idle. Blue-green eyes locked onto him as she moved down, straddling his hips while continuing to lick his chest.

She took his hands and placed them on her legs. The soft wet skin was alluring to the touch, and he could tell there were powerful muscles right underneath. It was as if he were gripping iron through a satin cloth. His fingers drifted to her knees, where the fur began, and then trailed their way back up to tease at the inside of her thighs. Monica’s eyes glowed with approval. Her mouth moved its way up and reached for Rick’s neck. Every muscle on his back tensed when her claws lightly scraped his shoulders. Her tongue licked its way down to the base, her paws moving to pin him against the dirt.

The man’s hands remained on her thighs, stroking them slowly, moving their way up and back. His touch traversed around her hips, gripping her ass. Firm yet more pliable than the rest of her, she tensed. With a flicker of her gaze, she continued back to his lip, a kiss before she returned to his neck, licking his collarbone. Pausing for a moment, one claw reached for Rick’s right hand and drew it to a different part of her body.

His eyes widened when she placed his hand between her thighs. His fingers brushed against the bush of hair through it, parting it and touching the tender skin of her loins. The purring became louder, moving through his body and making him vibrate all over. The woman leaned closer, crushing her pliable breasts against him. Monica’s back arched and she pulled her groin further into his probing fingers. Her fangs nipped at his shoulder, making him wince. Taking a deep breath to calm his rumbling heart, he stroked slowly, teasing her sex in gentle caresses. She was soaked from the splash-down in the stream.

Monica moaned when he parted her folds and pushed a digit into her. It surprised Rick a little how hot and wet she was; he’d never been with someone who’d gotten this turned on this fast. Or maybe she’d considered the running a warm-up? Whatever else he was thinking about, he drove it out of his mind as she nipped at him again.

She was claiming his attention in full, and he wasn’t about to refuse.

Hotness was against his right palm, softness against the left. He moved the latter upwards, tickling her ribs and making her purr relent for a moment with a slight shudder. And as he found his way further up her body, moving to her breast, the vibrating sound came back fully. Rick swallowed when he cupped the hefty orb of pillowy flesh. It was large, heavy, and oh so soft. He squeezed it tenderly, its weight pressing her hard nipple against his caress. He felt as if he were a teenager again. He was fumbling in his attempts to keep his attention split between the hotness between her thighs and the rich elastic sensation of her large tits on her chest. Hunger welled within him as he ached for more than just touching and wished he could touch her all over at the same time.

From where he lay he could only see the top of her head, two white furred triangular ears that stood straight and were aimed at him, nestled in a bed of off-white drenched hair. Chuckling, he blew air at them, amused at how they flicked, doubly so at the look of annoyance she shot him. He winced when she bit his shoulder, lightly and playfully, but clearly in retaliation. It still stung, even if it didn’t draw blood.

Her hips ground against his finger, and he marveled at how flexible she seemed to be despite the incredible power she wielded. Though she was soft, there was hardness combined with the athletic tightness of her body. Her stomach was taut and flat. He could have counted her abs had he cared to try. Her chest was heavy and ripe, firm and elastic. With his palm gently squeezing against it, she licked harder against the nape of his neck. Her tail whipped back and forth, raised high in the air.

She wanted more, and so did he. His hand groped more firmly, the other plunging a second digit into her inviting pussy.

The cat yowled and shuddered, the heat redoubled within less than a heartbeat, her legs spread wide and her claws reached downwards. Monica only needed to flick her wrists, and his belt was shredded. Another flick, and his pants were rendered entirely unusable. She stopped her kissing as she meticulously and carefully tore at the clothes, revealing more and more of his body.

Breaking away from his touch, she shifted her position further down, straddling his thigh. Her eyes took in his mostly naked form. Her fur covered hands retracted the claws. Soft pads touched their way down his chest. And just as she’d been about to reach his hips, she stopped. Blinking twice, she peered at his erection, tipping her head and frowning.

“Mrow?” She tilted her head in the other direction, staring at it further, lips pursing in apparent confusion.

“Erm…”

Heat crept up Rick’s neck and cheeks as she leaned closer, looking at his dick and poking it with her finger, claw fortunately retracted. It made him shudder a little, and that caused her to look up at his face and then down at it. A smirk appeared. She poked it again, and the human shivered again.

“Mrick.” She cooed, pressing the pad against his tip and slowly trailing her way down the underside of his cock, causing it to throb. He tried to reach down to stop her, but her other hand swatted his fumbling attempts away. She licked her finger, ears perking a little, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she moved to straddle his hips once more.

Biting her lower lip with a shiver, she pressed her pussy against the length of his shaft, pushing it to be sandwiched between his groin and her pussy. Rick squirmed and groaned. She purred louder and opened her thighs further. It was like being caressed by hot, wet embers. Fire played within his chest while she stroked him, her hands laying at either side of his head as she reclaimed his mouth in a sloppy, eager, burning kiss.

Rick’s palms moved to her breasts. Unopposed, he groped them, teasing at her nipples as she moaned harder. Her grinding sped up for a heartbeat, moving in short, quick thrusts of friction that built her into a crescendo. Just as he began to feel being pushed closer to the edge, Monica yowled, shuddered, and stopped. Her head pulled back from his mouth and she gasped for air. The woman pulsed with heat, and her whole body trembled. A gush of fluids generously burst forth and coated his cock. Had she achieved orgasm already? If she had, she showed little signs of wanting to slow down. The grinding returned in full.

“You must be backed up,” he said, increasing the effort of the massage and watching her squirm, blush, and hump him harder.

She shot him a smoldering look as she pulled away, sitting on his hips. Fangs flashed as she smiled invitingly, humping once and pausing, licking her lips in invitation. He grasped her pendulous breasts and tweaked her nipples. Her eyelids fluttered as she drew in a sharp breath.

Taking a supreme amount of effort, he stopped himself from thrusting his hips and rubbing against her eager sex, and instead moved down with one hand, changing the angle. She looked at this, and he pushed his hips forward. The new position allowed his cock to poke at her sex, the tip parting her lower lips. Monica blinked, clarity appearing to come to her as she glanced downwards. Only in time for a slight nudge in his hips to push further, her legs gave out, and she fell onto him, hip meeting hip as he pierced straight into her core.

A deep rumbling moan escaped her, half roar, half mewl. Monica tensed and gripped at his body. She drew in air sharply, looking down and meeting his gaze with a bewildered smile.

She attempted to move and flopped, needing another second to regain the strength in her legs. She pulled out just barely and collapsed back down, moaning into the kiss. He mirrored the sound. She was so impossibly tight and hot and wet. Rick grasped at her thighs and clenched, her insides gripped him like a vise. The sensation made his body move on its own, pulling back what little he could and humping back into her. She tightened further and squeezed.

Mewling, she broke from the kiss. Her mouth found his shoulder instead. The next half-thrust had her bite down as she wrapped him into a crushing hug. The purring intensified. He ignored the mild discomfort from her nipping at his skin. There was little that could stop either of them at that point, anyway. Sparks of sensation made him redouble his efforts to shove himself further into her. An animal roared within his chest, pushing its way through and out of his lips.

The light pain from the bite flared sparks. Her arms wrapping him into a tight hug, breasts mashed against his chest, and breathing ragged. The pace became a flurry, an unstoppable rhythm of barely cognizant mutual thrusts. Monica wailed and tightened as she came again. It nearly pushed Rick over. He could only grip her body against his own with white knuckles, muffling his scream into her shoulder, and then her claws dug into his back.

With a muffled cry, he was pushed past his limit. The sound of moans and the beat of his heart roared in his ears, the pain and pleasure mixing in a suffocating heat that burned out every other thought. Exhausted, he collapsed underneath her. She relaxed and slumped against him.

His fingers released the death-grip they’d been holding on her ass and moved to caress her back. Idly, he discovered the base of her tail and stroked it, prompting her to purr.

They both panted and breathed in hard, uneven gasps. Rick’s everything hurt, especially his back and shoulder. Was he bleeding? He couldn’t find the brainpower to care right now. It was eclipsed by the weight of what they’d just done. Everything felt like it had just been knocked out of orbit. Thoughts muddled and swirled and pushed against one another in an effort to gain a foothold on his slippery mind.

“Well, that was something.”

“Mrow.”

She kissed him again.

It didn’t seem she’d let him go so soon.