The return trip took way longer – he asked Ni to purposefully fly slower to prevent damaging equipment in her bag. When the sun had set, he realised why Ni was reluctant to fly at night. It was nothing like walking, or even driving at night – just complete, all-encompassing darkness. Whenever he looked out of her hand, he felt like in an empty void, unable to tell how high they were, unable to distinguish the horizon, let alone whether they were still over water. Ni was tense, constantly trying to orient herself by the stars and somehow... at least somewhat successful.
He realised that when a beam of light pierced the darkness far in front of them. A spike of yellow fire. She began descending and after a few more minutes her feet hit the ground too hard for his liking.
The light source was a large campfire on the rock shelf. Exhausted Kendall sat next to it, forcing herself to cultivate it.
“Hey Ken! We’re back!” Ni exclaimed, trying and failing to hide her quickly receding nervousness.
Kendall got startled by the sudden landing, bringing her out of half-sleep into full consciousness. “O-oh!” She eyed her sister for a few seconds. “Hi...”
He finally stood up in Ni’s hand and got a better look at their camp. It was exactly like they left it, with two exceptions. The first one was that the fire Kendall was tending to turned out to not be a campfire, but a separate, much bigger thing a few ste... dragon steps to the side.
The second one was the fourth tent that appeared next to the actual campfire. Its existence, combined with how clean and similar it looked to the other three confirmed his earlier suspicions.
“Hi Ken.” He waved his hand at her.
“H-hi little o-one...” She smiled anxiously and waved back at him.
“... Where’s Ichi?” he asked, a creeping feeling making its way up his spine.
“She’s sleeping... S-she spent the e-entire day hunting a-and tracking and...” She shook her head. “P-please don’t w-wake her... I c-can't take... a-anymore of this Ichi...”
He nodded, hiding his relief and preventing her from stuttering further. ‘This Ichi’ though... did something happen?
“I-Ichi set up t-this tent f-for you...” She pointed at the newest addition.
“A tent for... me?” He scratched his head. “Isn’t that nice... Well, I will have a place to work at least.”
“Cool. Means we don’t have to suffer you anymore.” Ni and gripped him. “Take him Ken, I will...”
“No!” Kendall recoiled away.
“Pff, what? Why?”
“I-I just... Please, d-don't...” She turned away, her eyes closed.
Ni scoffed and walked up to the new tent alone. Its interior was... very empty. But only because it lacked the titanic bedroll their own tents had. Instead, it had a small pot of water, a clay plate with a pile of ash... for whatever reason... a wooden block that could very well serve him as a table and a neat pile of fabric.
“Awww, isn’t that cute...” Ni mocked, putting her bag in the corner and then setting him up on the floor in front of her. “You good, midget?”
He let out the air and looked around once more, taking in the real scale of the things inside.
“I guess I am... thank you... What about you?”
“Just tired...” She shrugged. “Need anything else before I sleep?”
“Nah, I’m good. Get some rest.”
She gave him a slight nod and left the tent, shaking the ground below him. He realised that it didn’t really bother him all that much anymore...
He looked at his new ‘furniture’ and wondered... A bathtub, a table, a bed, and a... what was the purpose of the pile of ash? Was it some sort of... symbol? Did it have religious meaning? Did they even have religion? He did remember them calling for ‘God’, but he passed it off as cussing, not prayer or the like... Then again, them calling for any ‘God’ humans worshipped would be strange.
Making a mental note to ask Ichi what it was for, he climbed the pile of surprisingly soft material and burrowed himself under it. It was huge, but it wasn’t an issue.
What bothered him was the lack of someone else’s body heat...
***
It was a long night. A dreamless night. A peaceful night.
At least until his bed shook. The sensation of falling down, even if only a few millimeters, woke him up almost instantly. He looked up without sitting down, feeling far too cozy to even consider leaving his cocoon yet.
And he saw Ichi, peeking at him from the outside through a small opening between the leather sheets she made. From what he saw, she had a very... amicable expression.
“Hey Ichi!” he exclaimed loudly, instantly forgetting about his reluctance to wake up.
Ichi froze, her eyes suddenly filling with guilt. “I-I didn’t want to wake you up... sorry,” she stuttered.
“I don’t mind. Come inside.” He gestured.
She obliged and entered the tent. The water dripping from her betraying the heavy rain outside. “Have you slept well, little one?”
“Well, yes. I just...” He shook his head, the absurdity of what he was about to say hitting him. “Never mind, I slept well.”
She smiled weakly. So weakly in fact, that it made him concerned.
“... Did... did something happen, when we were gone?” he asked.
“No, of course not. Why?” Ichi’s stoicism instantly returned.
“I’m just... making sure.”
Her eyes betrayed her emotions. Anxiety... for whatever reason. It disappeared after a single blink.
“I’m going to feed the beast... Will be back in a few hours. Do you need anything from the forest?”
He shook his head and she left. She became... distant again. And he couldn’t fathom the reason. He sighed and got out of his bed, before washing his face in the pot. He would walk up to Ni’s bag and pull out the single most important thing of all – a kebab. It wasn’t nearly as good as yesterday, but his stomach was still happy to get food regularly for a change.
Once stuffed to his limit, he began pulling out tools from the bag.
Easier said than done – even the sides of the bag itself were difficult to move, and the inside was complete chaos. At the very least, the bag had two chambers, so the explosives were not mixed with everything else.
First things first, he set up the small generator next to the ‘table’, filled it with petroleum, and started it. Almost instantly the ground quaked. A few seconds later, Kendall entered the tent, visibly distressed.
“A-are you al...” She searched for him on the ground and sighed with relief, locating him safe and sound. “T-there is a... strange n-noise...”
“It’s a machine, don’t worry about it.” He waved in the direction of the generator and stopped for a second. “Ken... could you... help me a bit?”
The anxiety returned to her face in a split second. “I-I... do I h-have to?”
He scratched his head, wondering why she was so reluctant to...
And then, he remembered. Strange that he was the one to forget, considering how it affected him... more than her. “You won’t have to touch me, if that’s what you are worried about, dear...”
At least a part of her anxiety left, and she slowly nodded.
“Could you pull out the stuff from the right pocket, please? It’s heavy for me... Just be careful not to break anything.”
She got on her knees and did as instructed, placing various tools and items where he asked. About halfway through, he reached his limit of looking at her sad face. “I don’t hold it against you, Ken. I’m fine. And you didn’t do it on purpose.” He sat down on the table.
Kendall froze and closed her eyes, trying to prevent tears from forming. “N-no... it’s not f-fine...” She shook her head. “Y-you are... kind... t-to forgive m-me... but... I... just...” She hid her face in her hands, then stood up and ran away.
He sighed, feeling the overwhelming helplessness of the situation. Ichi was right – she needed to process it on her own, his words couldn’t change that.
No matter... there was work to do. First things first, disassembling the radio sets and hooking up their batteries to the generator. They were almost certainly far below what would be considered a ‘working condition”, but it mattered little – a single signal would be enough, and that was within reach.
Looking through the electronics and assembling them into much simpler circuits with the help of a little soldering was simple – a simple matter of following the wires and redoing it.
About the time he finished the third set, the ground trembled again.
Both overjoyed and unable to work, he ran to the entrance to look outside... only to find Ichi standing dangerously close to the entrance. Curse his stupidity – he was borderline invisible to everyone and had she made for the entrance right now, he could have been by accident.
“You’re back I see,” he said loudly, mitigating risks.
Ichi looked away from Ni, taking her sweet time to find him on the ground. She smiled at him, still weakly. “Aye. Kaiju remains roughly when we first met it. What’s the progress on your part?”
“I will be done tomorrow... maybe aftermorrow.”
She nodded thoughtfully.
“Finally... I am so sick of this bullshit...” Ni scoffed.
Ichi squatted in front of him, covering him from rain with one hand for at least a moment and handed him a tiny – at least for her – piece of still warm, cooked meat. “If you need anything else, I will be in my tent...” she informed, standing up again.
“W-wait! Ichi!” he yelled, running after her.
She looked at him again, slowly sliding her foot over the ground as she turned, trying not to make another rumble. “Yes?”
“I...” He cleared his throat. “I could actually use some help right now... Could you... help me?”
Ichi’s eyebrow raised. “You want me specifically?”
“Awww, isn’t that just adorable.” Ni cackled.
He glanced at her, annoyed, then quickly focused on Ichi again. “You are the only one even remotely competent at anything, so yes, you specifically.”
“Fuck you midget.” Ni scoffed, though the jab didn’t entirely get rid of her shit eating grin.
“Fine. If it will speed things up...” Ichi shrugged.
Unable to fully contain his smile, he nodded. “Get something to sit on. It’ll take a while.”
Ichi went into her tent, leaving him alone with Ni. Her dear sister opened her mouth in mocking, silent laughter. He scoffed and flipped her off before going back inside. Before he could reach the table, Ichi slowly entered his tent, set up her bedroll on the ground, and sat on it. He reached his pseudo-stool and looked at her.
She seemed different somehow, but he couldn’t really put his finger on it. There was a weird mixture of emotions in her eyes, but what they were exactly...
What he could say quite clearly though was that the water dropping from her golden scales... her horns... her tail and her thighs... was doing things to him... He shook his head, driving away the strange feelings.
“Is something wrong?” Ichi asked.
“No, everything is fine. I was just... thinking...”
“Sure... What do you need help with?”
Oh yeah... the ‘help’ thing... he was somewhat ashamed to admit that he didn’t really know what she could help him with… “Y-you know...” Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. “There are those shells... those metal tubes in that bag.” He pointed at it. “I need you to break them and collect the powder from the inside... somewhere...” He glanced around. “Throw out the water from this pot, wipe it and store the powder in it... Oh and above all – don't let it ignite.”
“Understood.“ Ichi nodded and did as requested. Shells cracked one at a time with about as much effort as it would take to break a match.
He hooked up another set of batteries to the generator and resumed the deconstruction of another radio set. He worked like this for several minutes, hearing only the working generator and the sound of snapping metal, whenever a shell failed to resist Ichi’s fingers.
“I didn’t expect you to set up a separate tent for me...” he said, soldering two wires in a way that would make his teachers rip their hair out. “It’s very nice. Thank you.”
Ichi sighed heavily. “Don’t thank me little one...”
“Why not? I appreciate it.”
“Listen...” She paused the shell breaking. “I just.... didn’t want you to suffer anymore. It’s not anything extra – it's barely anything.”
“Suffer?” His head turned towards her. “You think I’m suffering?”
Ichi closed her eyes, supporting her head on her fist. “Let’s see... You are constantly starving... You couldn’t bathe for several days... You got kidnapped from your home and... You nearly died at least five times since we’ve met…. And of course your… arm...” She shook her head, trying to get that memory out of her mind.
Now that he thought about it... all of this was true, but... strangely, he didn’t really mind. “Meh...” He shrugged. “Minor accidents... Not worth thinking about.” He waved his hand dismissively, returning to work.
She took a deep breath and quietly said. “I’ve threatened you with death...”
It was almost a whimper honestly; she just pushed it out forcefully enough for it to transition into something resembling normal speech.
“No you didn’t. That was Ni. She threatened to eat me and later to rip my head off... Which I admit, the first one was terrifying, but the second one was a joke.”
Ichi went silent for a few seconds. “It was me. I’ve told her to say this… And I’ve told you that we would let you live as long as you are useful...” she whispered, her voice filled with pain, shame, and above all, regret.
He paused his work for a few seconds, scouring through his memories. His capture was hazy and the main thing he remembered from it was Ni wanting to eat him... But there was something resembling what Ichi said. It wasn’t an exact quote, but the message matched.
It was like a long-forgotten dream – lost and insignificant, not worthy of remembering.
“And that ‘execution’ you’ve promised me was giving me to Ni. Who would just scare me a bit and let me go.” He shrugged “You are forgiven.”
“... What? This... isn’t something that SHOULD be forgiven! You couldn’t have known the threat wasn’t real! To you, it WAS real!” She hitched, realised her own outburst, and took a few deep breaths. “Sorry, I didn’t...”
“Ichi... Dear...” He turned around completely. “I do not care. I really don’t. I barely remember it. So please... stop worrying about it.”
She gazed upon him with an expression of overwhelming guilt and sadness that was slowly transitioning into confusion. “...Why? How?” she blurted out.
“I just don’t hold grudges. That’s all.” He spread out his hands before turning back to the table again.
It was the truth. About not holding grudges. He didn’t care most of the time... and took instant revenge every single time he did. Maybe not the healthiest way but…
“You... really are something special...” Ichi muttered, returning violating the shells.
“Said a golden titan dragoness,” he replied half-mockingly.
That got the slightest snicker out of her, which was honestly more than he expected. He caught himself thinking about how good-hearted she was to be tormented by something like this… then shook his head and focused on the electronics. His last words though... They resonated within his brain, as if his subconscious was trying to tell him something...
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Suddenly, he remembered what it was.
After making a few extra tests to check if the remote-control sets worked properly and finding that all except one did, he walked up to Ichi’s pot and instructed her to fill one of the plastic containers with gunpowder. She put the filled-in container on his table.
He took out his phone and began recording.
“Uhhh... so this is... ‘Killing a kaiju part one. It’s me, Sir major. And this…” He turned the camera towards Ichi “... is my beautiful assistant, Ichi.”
When the camera turned towards her, she was split – on one hand, she got instantly nervous from being recorded, but on the other, the slight compliment made her blush a little and smile awkwardly.
He turned the camera towards the table.
“So, this is how it works – gunpowder...” He took some into his hand and spilled. “... PTFE container that can... most likely can withstand Kaiju’s digestive acid for at least a short while...” He patted the plastic. “... and remote detonators.” He shifted the camera again, showing the mess of cables on the table. “Put it all together, glue the lid and repeat the process... a few dozen times. Then it’s just delivering it all to the target.”
He ended the recording and put the phone in his pocket.
“I asked you to not do that...” Ichi grumbled, rather displeased.
“... Yes, I know... But I’ve promised,” he sighed. “A man helped us on the continent... but in return for his help, he needs those recordings or he will get in trouble...”
Reluctantly, Ichi nodded. “Could you at least warn me next time?”
“Of course, dear.”
Ichi scoffed and rolled her eyes.
It took him some time, but in the end, all radio sets were salvaged, some coupled with detonators. In the meantime, Ichi was almost done with the shells – when he looked into the pot, it was more than three quarters full. It looked impressive, but to a Kaiju that massive, it would be more like a grenade... Then again, detonating a grenade in someone’s insides would result in fine red mist, so it was good.
He tested if all sets reacted properly from a distance greater than point blank. When it turned out that they did, a smirk of satisfaction entered his face.
“Could you fill all those containers with the powder now, dear?”
“... dear...” she muttered sorrowly, reaching for them.
“Okay, full stop.” He turned to face her. “What happened? Why are you so sad?”
She looked at him and pursed her lips.
“I don’t like it when you’re sad. It honestly gives me anxiety.”
“Little one... please, stop. Just stop,” she said with her eyes closed.
“Stop what? I am doing exactly what you wanted.” He raised his arms.
“Stop pretending... Please...” she whimpered.
“... Pretending?” he asked, even more confused.
“Aye... You’ve done nothing but pretend to like us since I’ve kidnapped you...” She shook her head. “I knew from the start. I saw how easily you’ve wrapped my sisters around your finger. That’s why I decided to spend that night with you... To keep an eye on you... Prevent you from running away...”
He stood there, completely frozen, her words hitting like hammers. She was smart. Insightful. And he wasn’t nearly as clever as he liked to think, so in hindsight, it was all kind of... obvious that she realised what was happening back then.
“And I just instantly... melted... But I have misjudged you, little one... You’ve never tried to run... even when...” She sighed, trying to get a hold of herself. “Ni told me everything. That you went into the city alone and returned.” Her eyes finally opened. “So I just wanted to... apologise. And tell you that you don’t need to pretend anymore. You don’t have to be scared. We won’t hurt you... I won’t hurt you…”
He took a deep breath and massaged the bridge of his nose.
“Ichi... could you hold me?”
Her eyes widened with surprise, but she didn’t move. In fact, she was completely frozen. He walked up to her thigh and looked straight up at her face. “I’m serious. I just want to be held.” He repeated, raising his arms.
Slowly and gently, she enveloped his form, then cautiously lifted him up to her eye level. He gestured to bring him closer to her face. She obliged and once he was resting against her snout, she loosened her grip, letting him stand on his own.
“Ichi... I wanted to say that...” He took another deep breath, hoping to all hell that he wouldn’t stutter too much right now. It was too important. He subconsciously noticed that Ichi’s scales were a lot cleaner today... She had a pleasant, smokey smell of wooden ash on her. “You are right. At the beginning I was terrified. I thought I was going to die. I was almost fainting for the first few hours.”
Her eyes began turning even more sad.
“But... Somewhere along the way, I stopped pretending. I don’t know when exactly, but it happened before we have finished our... night together.”
She was stunned. Not even blinking anymore, just staring directly into his soul. With a rising, desperate hope.
“I... I really like the three of you, Ichi... You are good people... But...” He began shaking and tried to remedy it by resting his forehead on the tip of her snout. “Ichi I... I just...” He struggled to find the right words. “When you hold me, I feel... surrounded by love. It sounds stupid, but I can’t describe it any better… it’s such an intense feeling... And it’s a wonderful feeling. I’ve never felt better than when you hold me... Than when we are... together...” he placed a kiss on her snout, which caused her cheeks to turn slightly red.
“You... are you serious?” she asked.
“Y-yes... I know it’s stupid... I’m literally a speck to you... I know how... inadequate I am... but Ichi I... I love you... with all my tiny heart...”
He kneeled in her palm and hugged her snout with his entire body, giving her a sorry excuse for a hug. She began shaking, her breath becoming uneven.
“W-why? How? I’ve b-been... nothing but horrible...”
“No Ichi.” He shook his head. “You were nothing but wonderful. You wear your soul on the outside and I... I just love your soul. It’s beautiful. Like everything else about you.”
She opened her mouth and began nervously panting. “And... what do you s-see... In my soul?” she stuttered.
“I...” He hesitated for a split second, trying to gather the right words. “I see a gentle soul. A kind soul. A caring soul. I see... That you have spent every year of your long life caring for, protecting, and guiding your sisters, but you have never had time for yourself because of it. That you have been strong, calm, and steadfast the entire time to give them the comfort of stability. Of home. Because your heart can’t bear the thought of something happening to them. That you have repressed your own feelings and neglected yourself for their sake for all those years, because you never thought you could spare the time for something... more. Something just for yourself. For... someone... someone who will look at you and see not a guide, not a protector, not a mother... but a delicate woman who wants to feel special. But that woman is certain she can never afford herself that luxury… And so, she hides…”
She stopped breathing. Even her blood vessels suddenly seemed dormant.
“I... I want to be that someone for you... I want to... make you feel special... Take care of you... pamper you... Make you... happy...” Tears rolled out of his eyes and fell on the tip of her snout, leaving nearly invisible trails on her scales. “Tell me... my goddess... do you want that?”
“G... Goddess? I am not a goddess... believe me...” she stuttered, her eyes betraying a shell-shocked state.
“You are so gorgeous... So ancient... So wise, so kind and so powerful that... to me, you might as well be. It would change nothing.”
“I am not a goddess.” She anxiously shook her head.
“But do you want to be my goddess?”
“I... I want you... but I don’t want to be your goddess...” she stuttered, taking such short breaths that he honestly couldn’t differentiate between inhales and exhales anymore. “I just... I love you...”
He hugged her snout even harder. It was everything he hoped for... Everything he could ever want. “I love you, Ichi...” he repeated.
She let out a soft coo and pressed him against her face. He heard her tongue lapping inside her mouth... Ichi took a long, deep breath. “I beg you... take off your clothes...”
He looked at her, surprised by the request… and saw a vastly different expression than before. It wasn’t sad. Or hopeful. Or flustered. It was possessive. Filled with hunger so intense that he subconsciously shrank a into himself.
“P-please... If I do it, you might get hurt.”
“Uhmm... of course... love.” He nodded cautiously, then pushed himself away from her snout.
“Damnit...” Her face turned red. “You’re not helping...”
He quickly undressed, tossing everything behind, letting the clothes scatter over a vast area. It wasn’t important right now.
“This too.” She nudged his underwear with the tip of her claw.
He looked down on his well-worn panties and hesitated. It took him several seconds to gather his courage and... actually pull them off.
It was... weird. Standing on a palm of a titanic woman completely naked... getting devoured by her gaze... Very different than the last time. He sadly looked down at his fully erect penis, fully aware how ridiculously tiny it was... Even the usual insisting about it being moderately sized mattered little in face of the challenge that awaited him...
A sudden wave of shame caused him to slightly curl and press fists against his chest.
Ichi’s gaze softened ever so slightly. She caressed his cheek with her fingertip. “Don’t worry, little one...” she whispered. “I’m taking the whole package...” her finger ticked his member.
It caused an explosion of heat to radiate from there, turning him completely red. Completely flustered. She cradled him with both hands and pulled him closer towards her mouth.
And then began kissing. It wasn’t as gentle as the last time – her lips were enveloping huge parts of his body, smothering, and sucking, not leaving any escape route. His back was instantly forced against her palms with how aggressive and... needy her kisses were. It felt phenomenal. Her body heat radiated into him like waves, completely overwhelming him. He began reciprocating her kisses, not sure if she even felt them in her frenzy, but really hoped that she did… or at the very least took some pleasure from the knowledge that he tried...
Her wet, fleshy tongue completely enveloped him, filling every single creek and crevice around his body and closing him in an airtight, pulsating cocoon. Seeing him so exposed and immobilised... awakened something primal in her eyes. He couldn’t say if he liked that glimpse in or not.
She pulled her tongue up, finishing the lick and pulling him upwards, leaving thick coat of saliva all over him. Tongue retreated into her mouth and not even a second later emerged once more to repeat the process at a slightly different angle.
When she approached for a fourth lick, he pushed himself and landed on top of her tongue, making her freeze for a few seconds.
He began madly hugging, licking, and kissing her tongue. Her taste didn’t resemble anything. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t equate it with anything, or anyone – it was entirely unique.
A small portion of his brain communicated that it was disgusting, as he closed in for another lick. A message he promptly ignored.
Her tongue vibrated with the overwhelming purr. A peculiar sensation, but not an unpleasant one... It vaguely resembled sitting on one of those automatic massage armchairs.
After a few seconds of his frenzy, he realised something. It was getting darker. He turned his head and found out that he was now inside Ichi’s mouth...
“W-wait... Wait! Ichi! Wait!” he stuttered, seeing rows of her huge canines all around him. And the pulsating abyss on the other side. He tried to grab onto her tooth and pull himself out, but it proved too slippery, and he just couldn’t get a good grip.
“Shhh... It’s okay. I promise,” she whispered.
Her voice was always booming, but being inside her mouth caused even a whisper to feel overwhelming. That and the fact that he was still lying on her tongue caused his body to violently flail around when she spoke. He instinctively covered his ears, expecting the next sound to knock him unconscious.
It never came. Instead, she began playing with him. Her mouth closed and her lips sealed, depriving him of sight and leaving the afterimage of the impenetrable ivory fence around him. He was left in complete darkness, with only a titanic, swirling, wet muscle for company. And that company… wasn’t feeling very merciful...
Her tongue charged him without warning. Enveloped him, then released. Pushed him against her teeth, forced against her palate... it played with him, constantly tasting him, his ears popping every time she swallowed. For her, he was about the size of a lollipop... or a piece of candy... and she treated him exactly like one. Fighting it was pointless – she could do anything with him. Tongue alone was enough.
The muscle pushed him against her teeth once again, but instead of going into a frenzy once again, it slowly lowered him, letting his back slide down until he was sitting on the floor of her mouth. It then retreated, granting him a moment of respite. He panted heavily, trying to regain his breath after getting his lungs compressed.
The tip of her tongue delicately prodded his right arm, then lifted his chin slightly, causing him to shake in fear, anxiety, and arousal all at the same time. After locating his head, it carefully travelled down his chest in short, controlled pats, until it reached his groin. He held his breath for the make-or-break moment. The tongue began massaging and prodding his manhood, moving it left to right, sending waves of heat through his spine with each touch.
It wasn’t the gentlest of touches. Not by a longshot. It felt more like rowdy fun if anything else... But wasn’t painful. Actually, very pleasant. And most likely, the absolute gentlest thing she could do to him...
Which meant that he would be a frequent visitor of this place.
This is my life now.
He relaxed and got a bit more comfortable, causing her to pause for a few seconds, before resuming. Spreading out his legs a bit more – both in line and against his instincts – giving her easier access to pat, caress, lick and suckle.
Suddenly, the reality of his situation hit. He was sitting inside the mouth of a giantess, getting his body sucked on and having her do to him what could be considered a blowjob...
It was insane. How did he end up here? A week ago, the most exciting part of his life was looking for leaks of Half Life 4. If anyone back then told him what he would be doing right now, he would have called an insane asylum to pick up their loss.
He sighed and silently chuckled. However absurd his reality was at the moment, it nonetheless was reality. And he wouldn’t dare complain, even if he wanted to.
Leaning back, he let her continue her work. It didn’t take long, the heat, moisture, steam, stimulation… the thought that it was... her...
“I-Ichi... If you don’t let me out right now, you’re gonna taste something other than just me...”
The ground shifted when she chuckled, forcing herself to make it almost silent. Her lips opened for a split second, giving him a glimpse of his surroundings. Her tongue lied in front of him, twitching and pulsating with anticipation – a predator awaiting the opportunity to pounce the prey.
Everything went dark again as she intensified her efforts. The hot flesh dragging him back and forth, sending tickles and electric shocks through each nerve it smothered, the huffs moving his hair like a hurricane… He panted along with her. He moaned when she did... And then it came.
Or rather, he came.
He released everything right onto her tongue in one huge orgasm. Couldn’t tell how far it spilled because of the darkness, but it felt like quite a longshot. Her tongue stopped moving and merely waited for a few seconds, as if she was trying to identify something.
“Hmmm...” came a booming voice.
As deafening as expected. Before he could gather himself, her mouth opened, and she plucked him out, her tongue gave his crotch a final kiss-like prod as he accelerated towards the exit, leaving behind a trail of fluids connecting his penis with the tip of her tongue.
The brightness of the outside world blinded him. But the world also had one other property.
Cold.
He blinked several times, trying to get rid of the saliva covering his face, unable to wipe it off as his arms were firmly held between Ichi’s fingers. She wiped her tongue into her forearm and predatorily smiled. “Fun, wasn’t it?”
He coughed and took a few breaths of the fresh, cold air. She petted his head with a finger and then began gently caressing his legs and torso.
“I have to say little one...” She lowered her head to look him eye to eye. “You are very tasty,” she finished with half-lidded eyes and huffed a wave of hot air at him.
“Uhmmm... t-thank you? I guess?” he stuttered, equal parts aroused and concerned.
She chuckled and then her expression turned into... Into one of pure hunger.
His thighs got carefully rubbed a few times, as if she was testing something. Suddenly, a particularly strong gust of wind moved the tent entrance just a tiny bit and enveloped his body, causing him to shiver.
“Ugh....” he whimpered, feeling the goosebumps.
“Something’s wrong?” she asked, a hint of concern appearing in her voice.
“I’m just cold...”
She grinned. And extremely widely at that. “Isn’t that convenient...” she snickered. “Another reason why you would want to return the favour.”
“Return th...”
Before he could finish his question, he suddenly accelerated towards the ground. Not having the time to recover from the vertigo, he was forced against her abdomen. She began using him like a little brush. He couldn’t do much, not even voice his concerns, as his mouth was constantly pressed against the scales, her saliva giving him just enough lubricity to not get hurt. She slowly, yet at the same time frantically brought him lower and lower, leaving no spot untouched, until she reached her pelvis.
Ichi moved her legs and tail in front of her and lied down on her back. “Get to work, pet,” she commanded, placing him on the base of her tail. Right between her thighs.
He almost lost his balance, being suddenly forced to stand again without a warning, and on a rather uncertain floor at that. The sight of her thighs twitching in anticipation around him made him flustered. His floor also moved, albeit only slightly, as the tip of her tail swooshed him in the distance. He turned to face her and... Saw her clit. It was exposed, the skin flap covering it raised and almost completely invisible on the background of her waist scales.
And her face… God, that face… The expression suggested… No, informed that his only choice was complete and utter obedience.
“O-of course, Ichi...” he stuttered, walking... or more aptly, running up to her private parts.
“Goddess,” she said firmly. “I’ve agreed to be your goddess, and you will call and treat me as such. Hmmm?”
“Yes goddess!” he blurted out quickly, getting more and more distressed with every passing second.
“There’s a good toy...” she smirked and patted his head, then laid back her head.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This wasn’t what he expected from her... at all. It was as if someone had flipped a switch in her brain. But despite that, he wasn’t regretting his earlier words... His confession.
In fact, a weird conclusion arose within him – he couldn’t tell if he even disliked being treated like that... But either way, his opinion didn’t matter at the moment. Ichi... his goddess was waiting.
And so, he did the only thing he could, with her lying in that position – walked inside her. As soon as he touched her hot, twitching walls, she let out a long, possessive growl that reverberated through her body. He pushed deeper, until her clitoris hanged right above him, just within reach. The scent around him was maddening – the smell of a woman in need penetrated his being so thoroughly that any thought not directed at pleasuring her was getting instantly crushed and destroyed with industrial efficiency. Truth be told, he was forgetting his own name at this point...
He reached for it with his hands and began stroking and caressing her clitoris, which got a small groan out of her. Smiling with satisfaction known to him, and him alone, he placed a kiss on it and quickly followed it with another one, which then transitioned into a long lick. Her taste in his mouth now, just his in hers...
His mind was gone. There wasn’t anything left of him, except the desire to satisfy her. The desperate need to… be enough. He went into a frenzy of kissing, licking, stroking, rubbing, swirling, pushing and even jumping. All rewarded by panting and needy moans growing heavier with every stroke. Shaking grew more and more erratic each time he pressed against her walls, growls became ever more possessive with each passing second...
And he was just there, spending every bit of energy he had left on her, getting flooded with her fluids.
“Fuck... I can’t... just...” she moaned and reached towards him.
Suddenly, he felt her fingers pushing him deeper inside her. Resisting her obscene strength was impossible, so he let himself get carried like a noodle. He had no idea how deep inside her she pushed him, but it didn’t matter – he was too far gone in his stupor to care. All that mattered were the hot, humid walls of her pussy and the heavy, musky scent of a woman... The only things that ever existed in this universe.
She pinched one of his legs and began moving him forwards and backwards.
Forwards.
Backwards.
Forwards.
Backwards.
“Hnnn... Unnhhhggg...” Her needy moans reverberating all around him.
Her breath was completely consumed by lust. The fleshy walls pulsated violently, her movements getting more and more frantic...
He dared to extend his arms and that did it. By pre luck, he stroked the good spot much harder than before. Her pussy clenched around him as if trying to squeeze the life out of him and flooded him with fresh fluids, almost knocking him out with pressure alone. Ichi let out a long, loud moan that transitioned into a sky-shattering roar and pushed him even deeper in a final twitch of her muscles before letting go of his leg and retreating her fingers.
Deep, heavy panting surrounded him from all sides. It was so needy... so possessive... He was basically her property at this point and her pussy definitely thought so. Her walls were not squishing him as tightly as before – just gently, but still possessively pushing him around, occasionally sucking on him and giving him weird full body caresses. Only now did he realise that he orgasmed again – and probably more than once at that. He was just so focused on her that he hadn’t even noticed. His load was nowhere to be found though, getting sucked out and flushed out by the endless waves of woman fluids that carried him...
His senses began returning. No matter how desirable his tight, fleshy environment was, getting out became a priority. Her body temperature was higher than his and after their lovemaking session, that specific part felt like a sauna. He slowly rotated himself a hundred and eighty degrees to face the light, greatly upsetting the walls around him in the process. With effort, he began crawling towards the exit, fighting against the flesh that just wasn’t willing to let him go, clenching around him at every step, trying to keep him tucked inside.
Nevertheless, he did manage to reach the exit. It was just in front of him, he was once again breathing in fresh air and...
She let out a dark, possessive growl. A second later, her finger appeared right in front of him and pushed him deep inside her once again. Finger retreated and... The exit shrank, and quickly after, disappeared without a trace, leaving him in complete darkness.
Her breath became calmer and steadier, the walls around him stopped twitching constantly, now content with small, dual purpose moves every once in a while, – to massage him and to check if he still there.
“I hope you like it in there, pet. It’s your new home,” her possessive drawl came from every direction. “Now get some rest. You’ve earned it...”
He wanted to protest, but her tone made it clear it would have been useless. She shifted a little, throwing him around as she did so.
Before even a minute had passed, she fell asleep.
She.
Fell.
Asleep.
He took a long, deep breath, taking in the steamy, musky air into his lungs and thought over his situation. After a while, he crawled forward, only slightly upsetting her walls this time and pushed against the skin flap covering the entrance with all his might. Didn’t even budge. Trying to push it or get his fingers in between the skin flap and the edge of her vagina was no use either – the seal was almost air-tight.
The only thing he achieved with his efforts was a small, sleepy moan escaping her lips.
He retreated back a little bit into a spot where he wasn’t lying in a pond of fluids, turned around again, and rested his head on his arms. Her pussy seemed to appreciate his decision and began gently cradling him, instead of threatening to kidnap.
The scent, the heat, and the exhaustion were all taking their tolls on his lucidity. As he was falling asleep or losing consciousness – or more likely, something in between – one, repeating thought rang in his mind.
This is my life now.
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