Lessons for Hunters: Dealing with Blights (CH 2)

Story by Clawdragons on SoFurry

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Chapter 1: https://www.sofurry.com/view/780135

Chapter 2 in my Lagiacrus story. You get to see a lot more of her anatomy in this one. Golly, people and monsters sure are different.

I never really know if this sort of thing is going to be considered interesting and hopefully sexy, or if people will read it and think "What the holy hell?". As always, I love feedback, and it helps me write better stories in the future, I think, so please, if you have anything to say, don't hesitate.


Mind focused on humping, past or future, had the unfortunate effect of breaking my concentration at the worst times. Not such a problem with the Lagiacrus - she stopped putting so much effort into our fights. Less of a reason to, maybe. At least, she never seemed distracted, anyway, until they were over.

No, more from other monsters. Had I given you the impression that I had stopped fighting other monsters? Hunting was my job. But quitting was looking like a good idea. I remember the burns the most, and cold the least - but then, the worst cold always felt like a burn, so who knows?

Like I said though, the worst of times. Watching a Rathian rearing back to spit out a fireball, not a good time to wonder if her scales would feel the same on your fingers, or if she'd watch and stare the same way the Lagiacrus did. Not that I wanted a second lover - I still hadn't figured out how to get the one off - but the thoughts came anyway. Right before the burns.

I still won that one though. I won most of my fights - mostly because if I didn't, I'd have to explain why I lost, and that might've gotten awkward. If I was alive to explain anyway. Another reason I liked fighting the Lagiacrus - at least all I risked there was losing out on a climax, and I figure I deserved that for failing to give her one yet.

Off topic again. Going back over these events puts me back in that same frame of mind as back then. Quit if you ever get that frequently distracted, by the way. And as long as I'm giving out advice: explore your partner's body a bit, if you've got one. Took me an age to finally figure that out, and I felt like half a man by that point.

I was nervous. Is that weird? First time I climbed atop her, I knew what I was about to do, and you'd think I'd have been nervous, but no. I guess because all I had to do was do what came naturally, and I knew how to get myself off. There wasn't any chance of failure. But this time, my heart was pounding. Almost just pulled my pants down and went at it. Wouldn't get her off, but it'd be easier, and it was familiar enough by now.

No, though, I wasn't going to run away. Same reason, I think, I didn't run from the Rathian. It's even worse when you feel awkward to yourself. I pressed a finger against her slit, and then moved it inside.

I'd noticed this with my penis, too. That, though she seemed fairly large, down there (and she was, I guess), the way she held herself, it felt like there was no room for anything else inside her. I had one finger in, and... She wasn't tight, exactly, but more, it felt like there was just room for one finger. I put in a second finger, and the same thing. It felt like there was room for the two, but no more.

It wasn't her muscles, either. I rubbed my fingers against her walls. They were soft. I could feel the muscles if I pressed harder, but they were still lax. I put in a third finger and just rubbed for a while. It's amazing how sensitive your junk feels when it's in action, but you don't really notice much with it. After a bit, I began exploring with my fingers again - I think feeling for a clit, but if it was there, I couldn't find it. I removed my fingers.

Her natural lubricant wasn't so much wet as oily. Oil doesn't mix with water, I think, so I guess that makes sense. I focused on the outside of her slit a bit more. It was up-and-down along the body, but had raised scales around it, which seemed to puff out nearly circular - dropping off quickly near the top and bottom, but near the sides, it had a more gentle curve. I traced a finger around the outside, and she (the Lagiacrus, I mean) twitched.

I jumped a bit. Startled, I guess. Amazing how much you can forget about when you're concentrating, including the entire creature to which the genitals you're stroking belong to. Anyway, I traced my finger back along the edge, and this time felt a gap in the scales. I pressed my finger to it, and the Lagiacrus began to squirm.

Let me put that in context. I once got my sword stuck in her shoulder, several inches deep, and she didn't even flinch. She squirmed from the press of a single finger here.

My finger still had her oily lubricant on it - I guess it doesn't dry out quickly - so I began rubbing my finger into that gap. It felt like just an exposed bit of skin, but her reaction told me it was a goldmine. She swung her head back and opened her legs more. I kept rubbing, and moved my other fingers around, I found a couple more gaps that seemed to provoke more of the same reaction.

I kept this up, and, you're going to hate me, because I'm going to skim over the first time I got her to climax, and the next few times besides, but I've got a reason. The short version though, is that she cums hard. I was nearly thrown off of her as she thrashed about. And, surrounding her slit, coming from the same gaps in the scales I'd been rubbing and playing with, came a opaque, blueish-white liquid. I had no idea what it was, but it's why I'm skipping forward a bit.

I can hold my breath for a good amount of time, and, after the first time we went at it underwater, I kept some airweed with me too. But this was the first time underwater since my "discovery". It was her victory - got a good chain of lightning blasts in - and she was charged up in more ways than one. Barely got my pants off before she had pressed herself against me, and began humping. A moment later she'd brought the upper half of her body around my back, to hold me in place, gripping me with her front claws.

It wasn't necessary, what with her own actions, but I couldn't stop myself from thrusting in time with her. I brought my hands down too, and began caressing her sweet spots - her odd circle of gaps (or nodes, since really the skin bulged slightly there). I still wasn't entirely used to sex while suspended - but I had her body to hold onto, and, really, it was large enough that I had the leverage I needed.

I thrusted into her as she rocked her crotch against me. I could almost control her motions too - quickening my fingers across her scales caused her to press herself tightly against my body. A circular motion around the nodes made her resume thrusting in time with the movement. She was growling just short of a roar - that would come later.

She pushed herself down a bit, so that I was penetrating her a bit higher - as always, it still felt like I had just the perfect space to thrust into, even after the shift. I felt the muscles in her legs - pressed against my sides, quiver. I pushed my fingers against the gaps in her scales and rubbed furiously for a moment, and then released. She climaxed, letting out a roar just short of painful. And here enters the fluid from earlier. I could see it come out from around her slit, before it disappeared into the water - but I felt a sudden tightening around me - and yeah, she was clenching down on my member, hard, but that's not what I mean.

Her fluid had mixed into the water, and I realized dimly that I was sealed to her. The back of my brain told me that perhaps I should panic, but the more immediate concern was how close her climax had brought my own - I refused to stop thrusting. The liquid seal permitted me to move a bit, but pulled me towards - and thus into - her if I moved too far away.

She was still clenching up around me, and I kept thrusting into her. I gripped the outside of her legs for leverage, and quickened my motions. The gel seal created a suction around my crotch that was surprisingly erotic. I knew I was close, suddenly, and curled my body forward, allowing a few last big thrusts, aided by the pull of the gel. I slammed into her, and felt myself spasm, my own fluid splashing into her. Her roiling muscles pulled out a few more bursts of cum than I thought possible, the stuff suffusing her folds.

I noticed that the Lagiacrus's head was near my right side, and I gave it a bit of an embrace, resting for a moment against it. Her folds were still twitching, and she heavily breathing, a stream of bubbles escaping her mouth with each exhale. The sight convinced the part of my brain that was wondering about oxygen to team up with the part that was panicking from earlier, and together they snapped me out of my stupor. The liquid seal - whatever it was - was still binding me. I took a swing at it with my hand, but it just bent, or compressed, or stretched, but didn't do anything worthwhile. I really was starting to need oxygen by now. I plunged my hand towards my pouch, but, it, too, was covered in gel.

I seriously began in earnest. I tried to force my hand through the seal, but I was dizzy already. I tried to see through the haze of bubbles clouding my vision to - yeah, you probably already see what hadn't occurred to me. I moved my face towards the Lagiacrus's, opened my mouth, and took a breath of her air. A few more breaths, and I began to settle down. It was amazing how in her control I was - bonded to her by her fluids, surviving on her exhaled air. More amazing though - I could still feel her twitching and clenching. Though I'd gone mostly soft already, she was still in her climax. Looking at her face, she wasn't even focused on anything. Just suffused with pleasure. I wondered how long it would last.

The seal reminded me of something I'd heard of before. Slimeblight, I think? But that was the reverse of this. That bonded to you, and then exploded after a buildup. This stuff was the result of a buildup, then an explosion (of sorts), and only then ended up bonding anything. I bent forward and hugged my lover's belly. I could feel her muscles twitching underneath the scales.

Finally, I felt a few last convulsions along her belly, and along my length, still inside her, before they stopped. The Lagiacrus's eyes refocused. She hissed softly, and I noticed that I was starting to drift away from her. I looked down, and saw a bit of some red fluid flowing from her sweet spots, and saw the viscous seal dissolving. Still, I kept holding onto her until it was entirely gone. It was disappointing, really, to have to exit.

I guess I haven't given you any more lessons from this story for a while now. But, really, I quit hunting pretty soon after this. The Lagiacrus and I still fight it out for who gets to take the top role, but it's with a dull sword and dull claws. I guess that'd be my last bit of advice: fighting's perfectly normal in a relationship. Just try not to wound each other.

Oh, also, don't keep supplies in your pockets if you are going to be taking your pants off. Trust me on this one.