title: The Beast's Warmth aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Alexiwolf1] id: [41590497] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期日, 八月 28日 2022, 10:41:25 晚上

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The Beast's Warmth

Author: Alexiwolf1 Source: The Beast's Warmth

It was a harsh winter storm, one that nobody would manage to last in for long. Leonard had doubts he would manage to live through such a harrowing experience. He felt as if he was freezing straight to his core and that his heart would become a sculpture of frost that would be revealed once his outer shell crashed and shattered. The only reason the man was out here was because he believed that he could move to the next town before the storm hit. He was a tradesman, but he had left all of his items behind, considering their weight to be too much of a hinderance to his possible survival.

Icy wind clashed with his body, pushing him back for every five or so steps he took. Leonard had tried his best to remain warm, his arms buried deep inside of his shirt and his fingers and toes were clenched to retain some of the still lingering warmth that remained. With the ever increasing wind-chill, Leonard was sure that he would not last much longer. He did his best to continue forward, relying on the faint feeling of snow beneath his feet to guide him as his eyes could not remain open less they bare the force of the ferocious cold. “Ha…” the trader breathed into his chest, his mouth and nose were covered by his shirt.

Leonard continued moving forward as best he could, his body quickly being drained of its strength. He heard the obnoxious howling of the breeze that reminded him of the howling of a wolf. He was being assaulted by natures greatest predator, nature itself. “’Where am I?’” the tradesman wondered. His foot moved forward, finally feeling something under him that was not snow. He could barely feel it through his nearly frostbitten toes, but he knew what was beneath him. It was stone. “’If I am standing on stone, then I am either on a bridge or at the entrance to a town.’” Leonard concluded. He had to know where he was and mustered his strength to open his eyes. Immediately, his vision was blurred by a chilling white, snow blowing full force into him with nearly the speed of bullets. Leonard pushed on, straining his eyes to their full power to see through the frost. He could just barely make out the outline of a massive door. A twinkle of hope shone in his eye amidst the lashing winds that quickly obscured his vision. Feeling a powerful desire for warmth and comfort, Leonard trekked forward much faster than he had before. Each step he took, he cherished the feeling of stone beneath his feet, signaling to him that he was nearing his destination. It was quite surprising to him when he felt the wooden frame of the door much sooner than he expected to. The tradesman reluctantly withdrew his hands from his pockets and felt for the handle. His hand was trembling from the cold as Leonard tried to guide it to where he thought the door handle to be. Through frosty fingers, Leonard feels the circular handle of the door and wraps his hand around it. His hands were numb so he could hardly feel it but he knew that he had grasped it. It took nearly all of his strength to pull open the door, he had to fight not just through the painful numbness of his hands but also against the wind that was intent on keeping the door shut. Fortunately, the door opened slightly and Leonard jammed his arm inside. He shoved the door open and wormed his way between the gap into the building, the door quickly slamming behind him.

“Ha…” Leonard breathed heavily, slowly crawling away from the cold door and into the warmth of the building. His eyes slowly opened while his body caught up to him through the frost and a heatwave overcame him. His hands burned with a searing pain, as did the rest of his body, and he began to long for the cold again. It was nearly unbearable to withstand but he held tight. The pain subsided after an excruciatingly long 30 seconds, allowing the tradesman to get to his feet. His legs shook, feeling very unsteady under the weight of his upper half. The room felt as if it were spinning, and a feeling of nausea came over him. It took more of his strength to overcome this new feeling of exhaustion, but once he did, he started to become accustomed to his surroundings. Before him stretched a long hallway with a beautiful red rug that only could be owned by nobility. The rug stretched up to a stairway which split off to two different paths, one leading to the east and the other the west. “Am I inside a castle?” Leonard wondered. The location certainly seemed to belong to someone of higher social standing to the tradesman.

Leonard wandered around the foyer of the castle nervously. The further he moved inward, the more he began to realize how decrepit the place was. Cobwebs hung to the walls that were gray and lifeless in appearance. Some of the tapestries that adorned the walls had massive claw marks in them, leaving large portions of the paintings missing. “’What could have done this?’” as Leonard wondered this, he heard something that frightened him. Raaah!. It was the roar of what he believed to be a demon. The loud beastly cry was so great that it reached from the west wing to the foyer of the castle. Leonard felt a tightening in his chest that made him long to return from whence he came. “’I cannot leave. I either must put up with whatever lurks here or leave out into the cold embrace of mother nature that shall lead to a certain death.’” The tradesman resolved to remain inside. The castle was dark, somewhat cold, and held a monster, but he refused to go back outside.

Leonard walked through the castle and arrived at the staircase. He had heard the beastly cry coming from the west so he considered it best to avoid that direction. He instead went to the east wing of the castle where he wonders the halls. Suits of armor, statues, and portraits with tears in them adorned the halls. Leonard would have found it beautiful if not for his current situation. After some more walking, Leonard reached the end of the hall where a sole room lied. Leonard creeped inside to find the room rather empty save for a bed, a mirror, a wardrobe, and a large window with a seat under it. Snow could be seen coming down at an alarming rate from out the window. The tradesman’s eyes moved to the bed that looked so soft. It had lovely sheets and beautiful drapes the hung over the side of the top. Leonard moves towards the bed when he hears it again. Raagh! that haunting scream of a monster. Leonard felt his heart go cold and his momentary feeling of safety left him in an instant. There was no use staying in this room when a monster lurked the halls of this castle.

Leonard did not want to but he left the room and dashed across the east wing of the castle. He did not plan to leave the building but to instead search for a weapon to defend himself with. The weapons clutched to the chest of the suits of armor were too big for him to wield and they would likely come crashing down on him if he tried to move them. RAGH! the deafening screech of the monster rung through the halls, the creature sounding much closer. The tradesman rushed out of the hall, in his hurry he tripped and fell down the stairs. His body ached but he forced himself to stand and took to running by the railing for the next set of stairs. RAUGH! another horrible scream came from whatever lurked within the castle. Leonard had reached the bottom of the stairs and his eyes were darting around for some place to hide.

Thump! The sound of something landing on the floor came from behind Leonard from the west wing. The man’s heart went cold and he was visibly trembling with fear. He knew that whatever had been releasing those demonic wails was right behind him. He refused to turn around, not wanting to lay eyes upon whatever was sneaking up behind him. If he was to die, Leonard believed that if he looked away, it would hurt less. Grr… he could hear the monster growling behind him, the creature growing louder in sound as he approached. He nearly soiled his trousers when he felt the breath of the monster moving down his neck. It was warm and smelled foul. “Grr… Turn around.” The creature spoke, their voice deep, demanding, and masculine. “I-I’m so s-sorry for coming here. P-please le-let me go. I-I just n-need a pl-place to stay until the blizzard passes and I-I’ll leave I swear.” Leonard fumbled over his words in a desperate plea for mercy. “I said turn around!” the monster roared, nearly breaking the tradesman’s eardrum.

Leonard knew the creature would not ask again so he did as he was ordered to. Upon turning, Leonard found himself facing a mountain of thick brown fur that belonged to a monster. Whatever the creature was, it was muscular, with abs and large firm pecs. The only article of clothing the creature had own was a large cloak and a pair of worn pants that clung tightly to the monster’s girthy thighs. The tradesman’s eyes trailed up a thick line of fur that moved across the creature’s crotch to its chest. Finally, Leonard saw the face of the monster. The visage of the beast was a frightening one. A long fur covered face with thick lips that revealed two sharp outer fangs that could easily pierce skin. The monster’s eyes were blue but showed no warmth behind them, only rage. The monster towered over Leonard by two feet, the tradesman only reaching the beast’s top set of abs.

“Hmm… Do you know where you are?” the beast growled. “N-no sir. I said earlier I simpl-“ “I know why you’re here!” the monster boomed. Leonard wanted to back away from the cloaked monster, but he was too terrified to move. “I’m sorry! P-please let me live and I swear to leave.” The monster shook his head. “You never should have entered this place! Once you leave, you’ll just tell the townspeople to come and kill me. I will not allow you to do that!” The monster grabs Leonard by his collar and brings his claws to his neck, ready to strike. “Ple-please don’t kill me! I swear I’ll never tell anyone about you. Please spare me, I’ll do anything!” the beast scowls at the man’s pathetic cries for sympathy and thinks for a moment. “I cannot take that risk. I cannot allow you to leave this place alive.” “T-then what if I don’t leave?!” the beast raises an eyebrow. “As if I’m supposed to believe that? You could never stand to live your life here as I have all these years.” “I can try!” Leonard yells. “Do not yell at me!” the beast tosses the tradesman to the ground, leaving him shivering on the floor. For a moment, the beast’s humanity shines through as he sees what he has done. He stares at his hands in shame before tightly gripping his fist.

The beast had grabbed Leonard by his collar and slumped him over his shoulder. The tradesman did not struggle, but his heart pounded. He had no idea where the monster was taking him, but he felt the beast did not have hostile intent, otherwise he would have already sliced him into shreds. “W-what’s your name?” Leonard asked so quietly that he was nearly inaudible. “That doesn’t matter to you. But if you feel you have to call me something, just call me Beast.” “Beast…” the monster growls. “Just be quiet already before I change my mind!” Beast roars. The monstrous man carries Leonard into a massive library where a giant chalk circle sat in the middle of a mountain of books. The beast lobs the tradesman into the middle of the circle and leans down onto his knees. The monster starts to chant in an incomprehensible manner that causes the circle to grow brighter. Leonard’s eyes began to hurt as the light grew brighter and brighter by the moment until his vision could no longer withstand the glow.

When the glow went away, Leonard felt it safe to open his eyes. His mouth dropped when he saw that things were no longer the way he previously saw them. The books around him towered above him like buildings. He had come to realize that he had shrunken, but he was surprised that he could not see any dust. The tradesman thought that meant someone must have been upkeeping the room to an extremely detailed level. His fascination quickly stopped when he remembered what was going on. The monster had cast a spell on him, reducing him to this size. Beast would clearly come for him, and it made him wonder why he did what he did. If he wanted to kill him, he could have done it earlier. There had to be some ulterior motive for the monstrous man’s course of action.

BOOM The sound of thunderous footsteps smashing into the ground came from the distance. Leonard looked up to see the terrifying Beast, the monster larger than the castle itself. The tradesman felt terrified and started to wonder if he should have stayed in the snowstorm. The giant’s teeth gleamed in the candlelight of the library, their shiny hue highlighting their sharpness. The monster cast a shadow that reached the man before the giant did. Beast was far more intimidating at this size, so much so that it made Leonard feel confused. The tiny man felt a great sense of dread, but also a strong sense of arousal for reasons he could not comprehend.

The Beast monstrous foot slammed in front of Leonard, the long sharp nails of the toes showing Leonard’s reflection. The furry feet of the monster were covered in dirt and dust, each movement it made pushing its warmth towards the tradesman. Leonard felt the need to hold his breath, the foul smell of the appendage burning his nose and making his throat dry upon inhaling it. The scent smelled slightly like that of an animal, but also like that of a man’s, creating a strange new potent aroma.

Leonard gazed upward to see the paw of the Beast reaching down towards him. “Goodness…” the shrunken man whispered to himself between held breaths. He still could not fathom this most unusual situation. He met a monster, nearly died, and was then shrunken to the size of an insect by said monster. Even still, the shock of realizing magic exist had not yet hit Leonard as he was too distracted by the approaching palm of the monster. The furry brown muscle descended towards the tradesman, not showing signs of stopping. Leonard could smell the aroma of the hand as it came closer, smelling of dirt and a musky scent from that of a man.

Before the hand collapsed onto him, it suddenly changed trajectory. It moved to the side and rested on the ground; the fingers extended toward Leonard like the walkway extending from a boat to allow passengers aboard. The tiny man gazed up at the frightening face of the monster, the Beast glaring at him. The tradesman felt a chill go down his spine and looked back at the fur covered hand of the monster. The monstrous man curled on of his fingers, beckoning Leonard to climb atop his hand. The tiny man felt a lump in his throat and approached, not wanting to upset the Beast by making him wait.

Leonard struggled to climb the monster’s hand, making sure to avoid his nails that he was sure would cleave him in twain upon contact. He instead moved up against the side of the giant’s fingers, gripping onto the fur. Beast had already grown impatient however, and upon feeling the grip of the man on his fur, he lifted his hand up. Leonard found himself dangling from the furry hold and clenched the clump in his hand tightly. Beast had started to curl his fingers, lifting the shrunken tradesman high. Leonard looked down to see the palm of the monster that looked far away. Fortunately for him, the monster curled his fingers closer to his palm, allowing the man to safely fall into the warm fur of the muscle.

Beast took care to lift Leonard up to his face, feeling annoyed that he had to move so slowly. Once he succeeded in his task, he felt a heat come over him, one he did not know the cause of. Leonard looked into the eyes of the monster, feeling a very faint warmth in them that tried to hide itself behind a grim expression. “Grr…” the beast growled in a low tone. The growl was not one of anger, but one of frustration and confusion. It was as if the monster was wondering what to do with the tiny man in his grip. “You wanted to live so desperately that you vowed to stay here. With this spell, I have ensured you will never be able to break that promise. If you try to leave, I will find you, and I will take back my generosity. Is that clear?” Leonard feels a block in his throat, preventing him from speaking. His heart raced with fear, having felt the intense warmth of the giant’s breath on his body. “I said is that… clear?” Beast asked once more, clearly attempting to hide anger in his voice, knowing he might take the life of the man had he yelled. “Yes!” Leonard blurted out, almost feeling like he was about to vomit upon forcing out the word. Beast furrowed his brow and looked away from the tiny man, clearly uncomfortable with the current situation. “You must be hungry… You shall join me for dinner.” Beast said almost in a whisper, raising suspicions from the tradesman.

Beast takes Leonard to the dining hall of the castle. Like the library, the dining hall was surprisingly clean. It was an elegant room with a wide table with a silky white tablecloth. There was already a fresh plate adorned with various meats sitting on the end of the table. Leonard wondered who had prepared the meat as it certainly could not have been the beast. The hulking monster walked over to the plate and sat down in a chair. He sat the tradesman down on the table before hastily starting to consume the meats. Leonard watched as the monster tore through the meats at a breakneck pace, his sharp teeth ripping through the skin. Beast ate with no manners, his saliva flying in all directions. Leonard barely avoided a drop of saliva that crashed right beside him, feeling specks of the spit from its impact with the cloth.

URRP! Beast belched, having finished all of the meat within a minute. The display had left Leonard shaken, realizing that he wouldn’t even qualify as a single bite of food. Food clung to the monster’s teeth that he had not taken the time to properly chew.

After the giant rubbed his arm across his mouth, he looked to the tradesman. After placing him back in his palm, he gazed carefully at the man’s expression. “What’s your problem?” Leonard shivered, avoiding eyesight with his captor. “I have had nothing to eat and I am cold.” Beast furrows his brow angrily. “I just gave you food, and my hand should be more than warm.” the monster snarled. “Y-you did not leave me a crumb. Y-you ate all of the meat.” Beast glared at the tiny man, fury in his eyes. “Are you calling me a liar?” Beast had raised his voice and was close to yelling. “N-no sir. I-I’m sorry.” Leonard said shakily. The giant furry man took pity for a moment upon seeing the man’s fear and thought. “Hmm… I don’t believe you didn’t eat, but if you’re still hungry, I still have some meat stuck between my teeth you could eat.” The tradesman blushed and felt a knot in his stomach. He was starving and would not turn down the monster’s generosity, even if the beast was a poor host. “T-thank you sir.”

Beast opened his mouth wide, Leonard gazing into his dark wet maw. The beast’s mouth was filled with unchewed meat in nearly every corner. The giant sat Leonard on his tongue and let the tradesman feast. Leonard would have protested this method of eating and would have much preferred Beast to dig the meat out of his teeth and lay it on a plate, but he feared that would upset the man. He couldn’t go without eating, so he held his tongue.

Leonard felt disgusting walking around inside the wet maw of the monstrous man. He felt the spongy tongue of the beast tense up and flex occasionally with each unsteady step he took. Strands of saliva stuck to his boots every time he lifted his leg up, followed by a disgusting sound of his foot touching the damp organ. He could see into the back of Beast’s throat and feared how easily the monster could change his mind and swallow him in an instant. What was worse, Beast could accidentally swallow him and likely never know. The tradesman would have been trapped in his mind, going over every possible way this situation could go on, if it wasn’t for the Beast breath. The giant’s breath reeked of meat, mushy food, and dirt. The aroma was a foul and overbearing one that kept Leonard aware of his surroundings. The tradesman walked to one of Beast’s teeth, seeing a piece of relatively intact meat. It had a small bit of saliva on it, but it was in much better shape than the other pieces of food within the monster’s mouth. He reached his hand forward and grabbed a slab of meat lodged between the teeth. Leonard nervously brings it to his face, smelling the foul scent while feeling its wetness between his fingers. Knowing he would never eat it at this rate, the tradesman quickly shoves the piece of wet meat into his mouth.

Leonard felt a shock go through his body, his jaw trembling. The first thing he felt was the wetness of the meat, tasting the disgusting cold saliva of the beast that clung to the food. His teeth dared not make contact and his tongue squirmed around in a desperate attempt to avoid the food. Because the food was already so mushy, it quickly went down Leonard’s throat without him having to make the effort to gulp it down. It felt cold moving down his esophagus and felt even worse when it rested inside of his stomach. He fought back the urge to toss the food back up, knowing Beast would taste his vomit and likely swallow him without a moment’s hesitation.

Leonard ate as much of the saliva drenched meat as he could, tears in his eyes as he did. It was as if he was having an indirect kiss with the monster, tasting so much of his spit. The tradesman’s chest pounded quickly, the man’s lungs struggling to keep breathing. He tried to reach for another piece of meat before his body recoiled automatically. “’I can’t eat any more, it’s to disgusting.’” Leonard backed away and tried to breathe in to get the strength to speak. He could still feel remnants of the mush in his throat that he fought to swallow.

Beast was growing impatient and started tapping his fingers against the table, his nails tearing the cloth. He decided he would provide some incentive for Leonard to increase his pace. The monster flexed his tongue, moving it against the tradesman’s body.

Leonard feels a strong weight pressing against his back, one carrying a strong warmth and dampness with it. He knew it was the Beast tongue, but he dared not turn around. His back felt a chill from tension before feeling an intense warmth as it adjusted to the touch of the pink mass. The saliva-soaked organ loomed over him, dripping spit onto Leonard’s head. The shrunken tradesman did not know what to do, he could not speak yet and the giant was clearly growing upset with him. He almost felt tears come to his eyes from fear, unsure of what actions the Beast would take next. He had to escape somehow, but he would not be able to get over the giant’s teeth. Leonard did the only thing he could think of and that was to get the man’s attention.

Leonard rammed his body into the giant’s tongue, feeling the saliva drench into his clothing and his skin. It made him feel hot, even a bit aroused. This triggered a reaction from Beast who slammed his tongue down onto the tradesman, pinning him to the floor of his mouth. Leonard felt the muscular bottom of the Beast’s mouth, the texture rough and wet. The giant’s tongue rested upon him like a sweaty salesman taking a moment to sit upon a bench. The tradesman felt the heavy weight of the muscle pressing on him, but it wasn’t painful. The feeling was almost pleasurable, if not for the horrid and pungent scent of the Beast’s breath.

“Hrngh..!” Beast growled, his booming voice sending a tremor down Leonard’s spine. The tiny man felt every vibration of the guttural growl reverberate around him, feeling the floor shake. After the shaking stopped, he felt the tongue lift off him and heard it moving around above him. It fell on him multiple times, trying to get under him to lift him up, but the task proved difficult for Beast. Eventually, after multiple failings, Beast managed to maneuver his tongue under Leonard and lift him up.

Leonard was dazed. When he saw the lights of the outside of the Beast’s mouth, they nearly blinded him. He felt the warm fur covered fingers of the monster press against him and lift him off of the man’s tongue. Beast shut his mouth and let out a sharp breath, one hot that moved up and brushed against Leonard’s body. When the tradesman regained his senses, he saw the eyes of the Beast glaring at him. “Grr…” the monster said nothing, but it was clear he was upset.

Beast had silently carried Leonard back to his room where the remains of a bed once stood. In the center of the room was a beautiful rose within a glass case. It defied natural laws, floating in midair and glimmering with an ethereal otherworldly glow. “I’ll tell you this once. If you touch that rose, if you get close to it, I will get rid of you.” Beast said in a lower tone than usual. “I understand.” “Hmph…” Beast huffed and made himself comfortable on the rug of the room. Leonard was confused why he slept here when there was a room with a bed on the other wing of the castle.

“You told me earlier that you were cold. I have a way to warm you up.” Leonard smiled faintly, imagining resting in the soft fur of the Beast’s chest, his head laying on the strong chest muscles. Instead of setting Leonard on his chest, Beast instead used his free hand to slide off his pants. This was a large surprise to the tradesman, his mouth ajar from the shock. He was gazing at the monster’s manhood, a sight he found quite pleasing to the eye. The monster had two thick fur covered testicles that were round and large with a line of darker brown fur between them. Above the skin sack rested Beast’s massive penis, one of the few parts of the giant aside from his nipples that was not covered in fur. The shaft was a tan color, and the head of the organ was a bright pink. The sight of the monster’s manhood made Leonard feel a strong arousal accompanied by a maddening surge of lust.

“I assume you know what I have in mind?” Beast asked, a hint of sensuality in his tone. Leonard wondered for a moment if the monster wanted this or if he was just doing this for his sake. Either way, the tradesman knew that he wanted this at least. Beast sat the tiny man on his penis, the man feeling the warmth of the organ through his boots. “Wait!” Leonard called to Beast, the monster’s keen hearing picking up on his voice. “Could you please take my clothes and set them aside somewhere please?” Beast rolled his eyes and lowered his hand next to the tiny man.

After undressing, Leonard sat his clothing into Beast’s palm where the furry man placed them on a nearby table that was still standing. With his body being free, Leonard let desire take over him. He quickly fell down and hugged the penis of his captor, feeling its immense warmth against his underside. He felt the organ swell with blood, slowly lifting upward, sending him downward.

“Ungh…” Beast groaned, feeling a sense of stimulation in his manhood. He did not understand how a man of such miniscule size could make him feel so good so quickly, but he appreciated it all the same.

Leonard planted a gentle kiss against the shaft, feeling the warmth of the skin on his mouth. He licked his lips, feeling the taste of the meaty manhood on his tongue. Although it was only a small piece of the taste, Leonard enjoyed it greatly. Leonard placed another kiss on the tasty organ before licking it. His tongue felt overly stimulated, his tastebuds tingling as if the tradesman had just tasted electricity. He licked the organ again, the taste even better than the previous time. He felt the warmth of the taste fill his mouth, warming him up quickly. The tiny man hugged the organ, rubbing his fingers against the veins of the skin.

“Ooh…” Beast moaned, quickly feeling flustered after doing so. He didn’t want Leonard to know what he was doing to him, or he might become snarky. His penis hardened, blood flowing through the shaft up to the head. Every time he felt the tradesman’s hands or tongue touch his member, he felt like letting out another moan. Beast had never managed to provide himself such a level of pleasure, making him realize how useful Leonard could be to him.

Leonard starts to ascend the shaft of the beast best he can. His hands felt for the veins of the organ that provided a stronghold for him to ascend. The higher he climbed, the more intense the scent of the giant grew. The intoxicating aroma of musk filled Leonard’s nose, the scent extremely potent and alluring. He felt heat fill his body, adding to his lust.

“Ho…” Beast huffed, his body beginning to sweat. His breath grew warmer, and his hand started to move toward his manhood by instinct, knowing it had a job to fulfil.

Leonard reached the top of the Beast penis, placing his hand against the spongy head of the organ. It felt soft and warm as well as slightly wet. His hand retracted, showing a web of precum between his fingers like silk. He felt tempted to lick the fluid, curious of how it tasted. At this moment however, he was far more interested in licking the head. The tradesman’s hand pressed against the slick organ, feeling it pulse under the weight of his hand. He brought his face in close, the musky aroma growing stronger. He could feel the warmth of the glans against his face, the heat like that of a warm fire, but not as intense. Leonard pressed his lips against the skin, feeling its warmth on his lips. He breathed gently, taking in the aroma and warmth into his mouth. His tongue danced inside of his mouth, eager for a taste of the organ he lusted for. Leonard granted his body’s wish, sliding his tongue against the sensitive head of the penis. The taste was nearly indescribable. It tasted of smooth, creamy white residue and meat. His mouth salivated at the thought of another taste and he quickly indulged himself.

“Ahh!” Beast grunts, the feeling of pleasure too great for him. His hand firmly grips his penis, his fingers moving up and down the shaft. He could feel Leonard climbing on the head of the organ, being cautious to try and avoid him. That was the only thing he would be careful of as his body called for release.

Leonard felt the ground under him shake as Beast stroked his shaft, each stroke heavy and swift. He held onto the head of the organ, his tongue stroking the skin passionately in a gentle kiss. The tradesman knew that soon, sweet fluids would emerge from the organ like nectar from a flower. He would wait for it to come, instead, he would bring it to him. As Beast increased his pace, Leonard did the same, the lashes from his tongue growing faster and more intimate.

“Ogh!” Beast moaned openly, saliva bubbling in his mouth. His chest pumped quickly, his muscles flexing from the stimulation. He could feel the semen in his testicles moving to the shaft, his penis tightening in preparation to push the liquid out of the body. With each stroke, he felt the creamy white liquid rise further up his shaft until it reached the top part of the organ.

Leonard felt the head of the monster’s manhood tremble, the spongy skin having shrunken before expanding. “Agh!” The tradesman heard a nearly deafening roar emerge from Beast as the furry man released the semen from inside of his penis. The glans expanded with blood quickly and a glossy white fluid shot out from the hole. The liquid moved high in the air before raining down onto the body of the monster. The fluid clung to the fur of the Beast as another load of sperm came out of the giant’s shaft. Leonard observed the spectacle with bated breath, his heart racing with excitement. Every time the beast unloaded, the tradesman felt the glans tremble and expand after shrinking.

“Oh…” Beast moaned in pleasure; his pent-up energy finally having been released after so long. His tongue hung out in an attempt to get fresh air, saliva dripping from the muscle. As the beast relaxed, Leonard started to taste the semen. The creamy white fluid filled his mouth, the taste was that of freshly salted meat and spice. It was like a feast prepared specifically for him. After he had his fill, Leonard began working his way down the shaft of the beast as the blood in the organ slowly left and it returned to a non-erect state.

The tradesman made his way up stomach of the beast, his feet feeling the powerful muscles rise and fall in tune to the monstrous man’s breathing. For a moment, he imagined himself frolicking gleefully through the field of hair as if it were a field of grass. His body was tired, and it took him a great effort to carry himself to the chest of the Beast. Once there, he could hear the loud and soothing sound of the monster resting. He wanted to see the sleeping face of Beast, imagining it to be quite peaceful. The tradesman was surprised that the monster had fallen asleep from the release, wondering if it was because he seldom masturbated. Whatever the case, he was just glad to have this moment of rest. Leonard rested his head against the soft yet firm muscular pecs of the beast whilst wrapping himself within the warm fur of the man. His body was rocked by the inhaling and exhaling of the Beast’s lungs that puffed up his chest. He felt safe for a moment within the power of the man, wanting to stay like this for quite some time. Before he fell asleep, his nose had picked up a hint of the scent of the Beast semen-soaked fur, but it had not yet grown strong enough to bother him. However, this was just the first night of Leonard’s life living with the beast, and he could not foresee how far things would escalate down the line.