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Monster Lust

Part Four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Ceras learned more and more about the spider as he fucked her - and that wasn't all entirely to do with her body. She was tattooed across her back (he'd thought, in his wild state, that the mark was merely a natural marking, at first) after she'd been exiled from her village and tribe, a plethora of spider-creatures making their home deep in the mountains. They hadn't wanted her there, not when her rampant sexual drive threatened to destroy their ecosystem, being more intelligent than she when it came to the repercussions of all that she lusted for. All Dreka could see before her was lust, sexual pleasure coming above all else, and she was not at fault for falling prey to instinct, her body so very perfectly designed for sex that it would have been a crime not to use it in the way that it had been intended.

Yet her tribe had not seen it that way when she'd been cast out, although Ceras had revealed to her too that he had been chased away. It was less of a ceremony with him. One day he'd been in a bundle of wolves in the deep of a cave, nestled in safe and warm, and the next he'd been out with his cocks out, hounded off for knocking up the alpha's bitch, though that had been, in a way, something understandable. No one else was about to take him in, however, so he had been reduced to wandering and seeking out simply as much sexual pleasure as he possibly could, fucking and knocking up everything in his path that was suited to his hyper cocks. The wild forest horses and were-cats, a species and law unto themselves for their hulking, snarling size, were particular favourites of his.

One and the same, yet coming together under different circumstances, it was a wonder that fate had forced Dreka and Ceras together, ultimately. With his cock plundering her cunt - just the one, that time - she empathised with him. Their language was stunted after being out in the wilds for so long, all on their own, but they could communicate more than well enough with grunts and snarls and the shift of their bodies. There was more to communication than what was verbalised, after all, and some would have done well to remember that while the two of them learned about one another, bodies coming together in fervent passion.

The villager, still watching, her task almost having come to completion at long last, didn't see that. All she saw, quailing and hunkering down with a hungry sort of fury, from the bushes were two monsters fucking one another over and over again. That was far beyond her tribe's understanding and she could not even pretend to know what was going on, even if she was sure, by that point, that they weren't plotting any sort of revenge for being trapped. She wasn't even sure if they had recognised at any point that they had been trapped but the weakness of the first trap had been duly noted by those with such skills, another in the words.

They had to know, after all, just what was going on with the breeding pair, spider-wolves swarming the forest, furiously seeking out prey even though they were not yet large enough to be a considerable threat to humans. Some, however, had been seen forming packs and that was a worry as smaller predators like them could be encouraged to hunt as a pack and take down larger prey - larger prey just like a human being - if they were not pushed out, forced away to territories where they could hunt something not at the top of the food chain. If humans had not been so complacent, however, maybe they would have seen all along that they were not part of the food chain as everyone always anticipated it was so. Anthros too, weres and more - they were all part of the tribes that came together to find a solution for the scourge of the breeder monsters and their offspring that simply seemed to thwart every last attempt to kill them.

But the breeders down by the river, languishing in the cool that, at the very least, simmered down the very edge of their lust, didn't care about any of that. That was for them to worry about in the past and who cared about what had happened when the future was all that they could have ever wanted and so much more too? The wolf's cocks disappeared into her pussy, their preferred breeding hole, stomach wobbling down to the ground as her hyper pregnancy took its toll on her. Her body was not quite as strong as it had once been but the main change in her was how her constantly pregnant body made her walk, the shift of so many eggs inside her womb and so much cum bloating her out making her waddle as if the mere act of moving was beyond anything that she could take for herself. It was a good thing, however, for Dreka that she had Ceras there to take care of her each and every need, even though the wolf mainly just wanted to fuck her over and over again, which was, of course, more than alright with her.

The river burbled along its way but they were hardly paying attention to the world around them, although they had spent some time talking, just a little time, and partaking in some sweet fruits that Ceras had brought back for them. It was still not the easiest task in the world to let speech flow forth but the two of them knew well enough what they meant, getting their tongues around old words and new sentences that they had not thought would ever again be needed in their stringently opposed isolation. That was in the past though and they didn't have to worry about anything like that ever again, finding something more in each other even if they still didn't know, even then, just how to put words to something like that. Did they really have to?

Everything was as it was supposed to be even as they were continually monitored, venturing further afield and out of the nest to lay Dreka's eggs, although the spider merely wanted them out of the nest more quickly. Her eggs would hatch safely away from them, the skins of the eggs themselves impervious to the teeth of any predators. Her hatchlings would be fine once they were off and away, the little wolf-spiders, and she smiled at the notion that, one day in the future, she may very well meet them again. But that would be a long time off, for she could not possibly imagine her interest in Ceras diminishing any time soon, her passion stronger than ever before as she leaned into his sexual fervour day in and day out.

He took his leave of her often and she mounted him too, sliding onto his cocks however she pleased, relaxing outside the nest in a woodland glade. Their lust scared off any birds that roosted nearby in the twilight simplicity and they came together with many a moan, though hunters surely fared well with them about to scare out prey into the open. The spider rocked and groaned on top of him, suspended from her webs to give herself a little bit more leverage, the muscular wolf's jaws snapping. Ceras accepted the situation, the turn of the tables, variety being the spice of life, panting harshly as her slightly smaller stomach, not as heavily pregnant, allowed him to get his muzzle in close to her tits.

That was where he could suckle and slurp at them to his heart's content, a low murmur and whimper trailing from his lips, though it was lost in the lewd slap of their bodies coming together over and over. Her abdomen ground down, taking two cocks into her cunt at once (her favourite thing to do) and the spider-morph howled out her orgasm, squirting all over him. Ceras' fur reeked of her scent, soaked into him so much that he left a trail of it wherever he went, but the wolf would not have had it any other way as he buried his sensitive nose between each pair of her boobs, working his way down to her stomach where his tongue lashed, milky with what her breasts produced. That was a treat in itself and he could not help but lock his lips around them, suckling wantonly for a steady stream of her lusciously creamy milk to pour into his mouth.

It fuelled the wolf's lust even more and he smacked his lips as he rolled her onto her back, spraying milk lightly over her tits, slamming into her, although he left the knots outside her strained cunt that time. He had something else in mind for the spider-morph, thrusts coming more and more urgently as he snarled and ground in, the edge of orgasm simmering in the back of his mind. It was coming, as surely as ever, and he yanked his dicks out at the very point of climax that he should have slammed in deep, shooting his load over her body instead.

Wriggling in a pool of his cum, Dreka could only whimper and beg for more, wanting to be marked by him, his seed soaking into her hide, marking her with his scent. Oh, how she needed it, all of it, everything he had to give. There was no time before in her life where she had ever been so lustful, unable to explain just what was happening to her and not caring one bit, either way, panting and heaving, her tits jiggling with the rolling swathe of fertile flesh. Everything about her was designed for the frenetic purpose of reproduction and he was right there where she needed him to be, controlling her, dominating her, all even as she prepared to turn the tables on him yet again. There was no end to their pleasure and she rubbed his cum into her hair and hide as he poured out more and more, each spurt coming with a grunt from his lips, eyes half-lidded and tail wagging in evident pleasure.

More and more poured from him and she took it all, letting it flow and spill over her, a musky cream that she simply could not get enough of. It was worse and better than an aphrodisiac to her, leaning both ways in the best way at the same time, Dreka's breath coming in great, big, shuddering, heaving gasps as if she could not get enough air into her lungs, although the only lover she would ever again need in her life was there to help her along.

His arms went around her, cocks sliding back into her pussy and anal ring, pounding her deep.

"Dre... Dre..." Ceras' muzzle twisted, contorting, tongue wiggling frantically. "Dre... Dreka."

Her heart leapt.

That was the first time he'd ever said her name out loud.

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They rested rarely but the tribe of humans had been waiting for them when they finally closed their eyes some time later, snatching them up in strong nets that could contain even Ceras' gnashing jaws, although there was no true danger in it for them. Tangled up in limbs, his cock out and humping even through their second capture, the two breeders snarled and growled and fucked as the humans dragged them back to their camp, a set-up of tents and palisades that housed animals that they supposed were useful to them. Not caring much for her pleasurable days to be interrupted, Dreka spun webs to trip them up, though Ceras' muzzle at her pussy was more alluring than ever as he forced her to orgasm time after time again, her cunt clenching and squirting around and over his muzzle.

Tossed on a wooden stage before the tribe that had orchestrated the original capture of at least one of them, they hunkered down, bodies quivering with lust, his tail sweeping around to press up against the spider-morph: I'm here. As Dreka always knew he would be, though she leant into him all the same, the village elder casting a doubtful look over them, some of the anthros and weres of other tribes lingering in the background, watching the proceedings to feed back to their clans.

"Is it revenge you plot!" He boomed in a voice that did not seem to suit the frail form of an old man. "Speak, beasts! You escaped our trap - now what? What do you want?"

Dreka blinked at them - an action that was greatly exaggerated with the multiple eyes of a spider like her.

"Nothing," she said simply, the words coming more clearly to her than they ever had before. "We want to be with each other. That's not bad. We didn't do anything bad."

"Is that so?"

The elder cast a doubtful eye over them, very obviously looking the pair up and down as they stood shoulder to shoulder, the two of them well-matched in size. Ceras lifted his head, moving his shoulder ever so slightly in front of Dreka's, protecting her even then. It was besides the point that Dreka was more than capable of protecting herself, though the gesture was still appreciated in her heart, warming to him softly.

"Can we trust?"

"Too big..."

"Dangerous."

"Bad for us."

"Worse to anger..."

"What are they doing?"

The elder held up his hand, clasping a long staff, to silence the crowd, though it was fair to say that everyone had questions that needed to be answered. There was only one thing for it.

"If you love...prove it!"

How they were meant to do that may not have been obvious to the tribe, watching and waiting with bated breath, but it was to Ceras, the wolf's tongue lolling happily from his muzzle as his tail picked up a wag. It was difficult to say just who made the first move but they were both in motion in but a heartbeat of a moment, bodies coming together in a grunt and a snarl, the villagers levelling crude, rudimentary weapons that were nothing against those of natural beasts. But the breeders had no intention to turn on those in the tribes that had sought to break them down when they had one another to lust for.

For that word that Dreka had been seeking and Ceras knew but could not vocalise had been spoken by the elder and their hearts lifted even as they came together, hips working and grinding, the wolf sitting on the staging area while she sank down in his lap. Taking a cock in her pussy, she left the other one to press up against her stomach, a visual demonstration and display of his lust for her, twitching and throbbing openly with his urge to spend his load. Ceras would not last for long, that much she knew, but neither was that the name of the game, the game of love that they had in their arms and their hearts, something to lift them up when times were low. But how could things ever possibly be low again when they had one another?

Slamming up into his lover, Ceras howled for the sheer joy of it, knots swelling, one locking into her pussy while the other teased up over her abdomen. Orgasm was coming and there was no stopping it as they proved their lust in the most carnal way possible, hips working, passions rising, the tribes backing off, having seen all that there was to see. They would have to find another way, perhaps with medicinal herbs to reduce their potency, to stave off the problem of overpopulation, though it at least seemed like their offspring were not set on lingering. That was just as well for the tribes, although something had changed, something had shifted in the way of the world, and it would never again be the same again.

Everyone backed off, giving them space as he climaxed in the public eye, not caring what happened to his seed, only that he had Dreka there with him, the tightness in his chest, which he had not known was there until it, finally, was relieved, sifting away like sand through the fingers of his paw. He humped up and ground into her with the passion of a creature possessed, though it was only lust that he was possessed with as he shot his load up her stomach and over her tits again, marking her as his even as the spider moaned and rubbed his semen into her hairy hide.

"Oh.... Yes... More..."

The wolf knew what that meant more than well enough and was eager to oblige, taking the chance to clumsily lock lips with her while her stomach was still small enough to allow him to press that close. Her breasts were not quite as large at that point as they had been in the heaviest of her pregnancies but her stomach would be swift to inflate as he poured his seed into her, bloating her up and up and up, some eggs still remaining within the tender cocoon of her womb. There would be more left to impregnate, however, waiting for the deluge of his sperm, and Ceras snarled, lips pulling back from his teeth, although there was neither anything violent nor vicious in the expression of joy that he could not have contained.

"They're monsters!"

Well, neither Ceras nor Dreka would have denied that, the spider laughing out loud as she leaned back, showing off just how Ceras' cum jetted up between them, driven forth by the sheer power of his cock and balls. His twin cocks were like nothing the tribes had ever seen before and she could feel the simmering lust of those that were so curious that they could not back away, their eyes on her, watching her, wanting to see just how she managed to take all that she did.

Better give them a show then...

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Dreka was on display, sliding sensually down to her back as she drew the wolf along with her, using her legs, his cock not leaving her pussy as she forced in the second, spearing herself full of a double helping of meat. That was what truly made the show something to watch and adore, her breasts heaving and wobbling as she put herself on display to everyone who cared to bear witness to her. Her stomach swelled and swelled, bloating out more and more with his seed, load after load pumped into her as if she was nothing more than a vessel for it.

Well, that may have been what the crowd thought but Dreka knew better, loved better, holding him tight as he pounded her, finally getting not just one but two knots together into her stretchy cunt. Her pussy closed around him, suckling him like a pair of lips, the seal around his cocks and knots so tight that not a single drop more cum could escape. Forcing her womb to accept every last drop that he'd ever had to offer, Ceras cried out a trembling howl to the moon hidden by the glow of day, the afternoon wearing on as the tribe dispersed with many a mutter. Only the elder and a cluster of aged advisors remained, muttering something about what they would have to do to relocate the wolf and the spider, knowing that they could not remain there forever.

Maybe there would be an alliance or maybe they would be chased away. One thing, however, was certain, and that was that they were not breeding an army for the tribes to meet their downfall. Oh, how Dreka laughed and laughed when she heard that! For that was not in her nature as her bulging belly, churning with seed, rose, bearing out her proud lust for the wolf who had given her so much in such a short amount of time.

Hunkering over her, Ceras gripped her leg as if there was nothing else that could anchor him in place but her. And she was there for him just as he'd been there for her as their fates were forced into line.

Together, the monster breeders would change the face of the forest.

And there was nothing anyone could do to stop them.