Today’s prompt selection was: Rimming, Forced orgasm, Monsterfucking, and I went for the third one because I am not a coward.
Okay those are big words because honestly it’s mostly just that I don’t really have a lot for the first two – some instances of the first but not in a lot of detail, and the second is just something I’ve never played around with yet, but monsterfucking?
I mean, I am not a coward, when it comes to that. That much is true. I will never hesitate to hold back from the odd, the strange, or the perhaps even frightening as regards sex.
Enter, this scene.
This is an excerpt from my story which is collected in the anthology “A Thorn’s Rose”, by Dae Storm – if you want to buy a copy, you can go right here and get it in ebook or print! It was a lot of fun, and I’m just one of ten authors in the book, everyone getting 10-15k words to have fun with ladies and monster ladies having fun themselves: dragons, werewolves, other shifters, headless horsewomen, mothladies, mermaids, dryads/plantladies, and uh… I think that’s the list? A fun list, though, and a bunch of fun stories nicely put together and all!
What follows is a brief segment from my story, a 15 000 word story about a younger not-quite-out lesbian woman moving away from home for the first time and coming into her own… by falling in love with a giant sapient moth lady.
Jen is a human woman! This means she is boring – kidding, kidding; she’s a lesbian who has had some secret experience but never lived openly. She’s moved away from home to attend college, and a little while ago she discovered that giant intelligent moths were a thing when one started visiting the backyard of the old dilapidated house which was the only thing she was able to afford.
Meg is the name Jen gave to the moth lady: Meg is about human-sized, but in terms of body shape is pretty much wholly mothlike, with six limbs and two wings, segmented body, curling proboscis, compound eyes, and the lot. She cannot speak but can understand english, and she was hatched and reared by the former owner of Jen’s house. She has come to be fascinated and aroused by Jen, who very much returns those sentiments, leading eventually to the following…
This scene involves a human woman and a human-sized intelligent moth, fucking. It is told from the perspective of the human woman, first person perspective, and spends a not-inconsiderable amount of description on things like how the claws feel on her skin, and how Meg’s proboscis curls against her. If you don’t like moths or insects? This one is probably not for you – and no judgement, despite my joking “coward” talk of earlier. If all of this sounds like fun, read on! If not for whatever reason, pass as you so wish.
After the break, things spice up with a giant moth lady.
With every piece of clothing I took off, my heart raced a little faster. It felt like something underneath my skin was coming alive, and when she stroked a claw over my belly I briefly yelped through my nose and then sank into a gushy giggle.
Her body was so different from mine, segmented and covered by fur-like fuzz and bristly hairs. Maybe there were only so many ways to do an opening, from a biological standpoint, or something: while it definitely wasn’t the same as mine and it wasn’t between any of her legs, she still had one and it wasn’t completely different. Down toward the end of her bottom-most body segment, and as one of her claws traced alongside it she shuddered and a small squeal briefly filled the room.
I nodded, slipping onto the bed and grinning as she climbed in after me. It didn’t shift much underneath her weight – lighter than me, lighter than she looked – and she hovered overtop of me in a way that made me shiver in anticipation.
As she lowered herself and started to nuzzle at my neck with the curl of her proboscis, I groaned a sigh and tipped my head to give her easier access. My hands started to stroke gently across her body, plated segments shifting in response to my touch and giving rise to a delicious chorus of chitters and squeals that sounded from her whole body at once.
One of her claws dragged along my ribs as a fuzzy palp caressed across my collarbone – a little too hard at first, but gentler as I whispered it and making a rough shiver shoot down my spine. One claw stroked at my cheek, and another at the front of my thigh, making my whole body want to curl up like the proboscis I pressed indiscriminate kisses to.
On a whim, I ran the tip of my tongue along the groove that went up the front of her proboscis, and giggled as I was rewarded with an especially loud squeal of pleasure. Had to be pleasure from the way she shuddered, from the fact that she didn’t leave, and I opened my mouth to check but any words were robbed as her proboscis uncurled, laying itself across my chest and shifting to curl loosely around one breast as her other mouthparts continued to tease at my neck and collarbone.
My skin felt like it was glowing. Like it was made of crackling embers and her every touch was a breath giving them new fuel. New heat. Ready to burst into fresh flame.
My exploring hands continued, one slowly trailing toward the opening at the bottom of her body. I nodded firmly as one of her claws followed suit, cool to the touch and tickling across my belly, my hip, making me gasp and taking my breath away as it found its way between my legs at the same time that I found hers with my own probing fingertips.
“Yes- yeah g-gently,” I nodded, staring into her compound eyes briefly before stretching up to kiss at her palps again. Every time they twitched against my lips felt like a victory, every shudder or jerk of her body felt triumphant as I slowly familiarized myself with her.
Her claw’s motions were careful, gradual. Effective. Maybe it was just how turned on I was, how I’d already been shivering against her touch for an hour as we kissed. Maybe it was the way she reacted to me, the chittering squeaks and squeals and whole-body shudders.
Maybe it was just that I wanted her.
Lightly chilled, her claw, but that made it feel white-hot against my skin, searing with pleasure instead of pain. I pressed my head back into the bed with a loud swear as she gently ground down with her palm, the two hooks retracted as much as they could so they only occasionally brushed against my skin – and when they did, it only accentuated everything else.
“Yes, Meg! Fuck- please!” I panted her name with rising frequency and intensity as my fingers filled her. I groaned it, shouted, it and everything else I could think of, occasionally shutting myself up by kissing and licking at her proboscis or palps, and every time she’d squeal for me.
Her body hung lower and lower over mine as her shuddering legs grew increasingly incapable of holding up her weight and I welcomed her onto me gladly. Every twitch or shiver of my body inspired one in her; every jerk or shudder of hers inspired one in me.
All of her hands devoted themselves to me, claws stroking at my ribs, my hips, my belly, my arms, and between my legs at the same time – every one drawing gasps and groans and swears from my lips. Her palps caressed at my collarbones, her proboscis gently probing across the front of my body and curling in agonized delight every time I shifted my head to lick at it – to catch it gently between my lips and run my tongue along its underside, half-shouting groans against it as she squealed and shook overtop of me.
I couldn’t say which one of us was finished first. We definitely did finish, several times – or at least I did, but given that she’d described it as being fun for her too I could only presume she had something similar – but I couldn’t say which one of us was the first to move toward ending things rather than continuing.
Might’ve been simultaneous.
She dropped beside me on the bed, every limb tucked under herself as she shivered all over. I laid on my back, panting at the ceiling. Seeing bright flashes in my vision. Hearing ringing in my ears, occasionally broken by one of her chirping squeaks or one of my own guttural groans. Sharp shocks rippled through me like someone was throwing stones into a pond in my core, but every one of them was a little ecstasy all its own.
One of my hands found one of her claws blindly, clutching tightly as I heaved in the scents of sweat and myself and something cinnamony that I could only presume was her. A swift sniff of my other hand and an especially loud groan ripped from my throat.
“You smell delicious,” I sighed, letting my head drop to the side to face her. “Maybe I could have a taste sometime? Mmm, that… that was incredible, thank you.”
I crawled the few inches over to her, burying my face in the fuzz around her shoulders and sighing hotly into it. “Wanna stay the night? We could cuddle. It’s like hugging, but all night long.”
A few of her still-shivering arms managed to work their ways out and around me and I sighed, keeping my face buried in her fluff and feeling her breathing against me. Her whole body, swelling with each breath, as my own panting lungs and racing heart gradually began to slow.
Consciousness slipped away from me in the best way I could remember.
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