Monster Girls 101: An Introduction to New Biology [silentfort x Hapto]

Tabitha had never felt like this before.

She'd certainly felt more, whenever she got far enough into her cycle without a partner that her condition became "intolerable," Sorcha's put-upon tone follow by a flick of the wrist and a few whispered syllables that instantly flooded Tabitha's nerves with raw sensation. Sorcha would usually watch then, but being the subject of her owner's focus was so very different to being Zack's. Sorcha's gaze took pleasure, Zack's gave it, both for his focus on what made her feel good, what she liked and didn't, what she wanted, as for just being the subject of such care and attentiveness. And it was turning her on luke crazy!

Her orgasm came as a surprise, sudden and felt all the clearer for her total unpreparedness. She had reached down to stroke Zack's lovely hair, but now she was holding on for dear life, both paws pulling him firmly against her rhythmically spasming hips, her whole body clenching as her breath was forced out of her in a throaty gasp of amazement over and over.

Her last gasp broke to a cry that extended into silence, stillness, and radiant joy. She giggled, laughed at doing so, the laugh morphing into a groan of want as she reached out for his shoulder, pulling him up. She wanted him, by the gods she wanted him!

As Tabitha grabbed at his shirt and pulled (with surprising strength), Zack turned his head to rub his face against his sleeve. He wasn't sure of the etiquette, but was pretty certain that he wasn't supposed to kiss her while his chin was still wet.

He crawled up the bed, letting himself fall beside her, one arm over her and his face against her shoulder. Her hair was sweat-damp, her cheeks flushed and her eyes huge. She seemed surprised to find him holding her, and for a moment he panicked - he thought she'd wanted a hug, wasn't that what her pulling at him had meant?

Confused, he kissed the bare skin of her shoulder, pulling her closer with the arm he'd laid over her stomach. Her skin shivered as he stroked her, and she shifted. When her hip pressed against his groin he flinched, closing his eyes at the intensity of the feeling. Somehow, in concentrating on her, he'd forgotten his hard on.

He turned his face into her tangle of hair, biting his lip and trying to concentrate on staying still. She'd just had an orgasm (which had sounded like a good one) - he didn't want to force himself on her right now.

Tabitha stared at him wide eyed, her look of disbelief finally softening with a smile so broad she looked like she might cry.

She threw her arms around him, throwing her body against his as she pulled him across the bed towards her, wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly. She was still shivering, but not from fear or cold.

"Th-thank you?" she meekly offered by way of explanation, "I just... I don't... thank you."

She was trying to contain a feeling so big she could scarcely handle it, and all she knew how to do was just hold this wonderful human against her body as hard as she could.

Speaking of hard.

A different kind of smile spread across her face. She shifted slightly, gently kissing his forehead, then higher, raising herself up just a little to kiss the top of his head, and in doing so to accidentally bringing her breasts well into his field of view. "Thank you", she kissed, her voice literally purring as she used a thigh to gently part his legs, lifting to rub her skin against the bulge in his pants that made his breath catch so delightfully. Her purring intensifying, one paw gently but insistently pushed on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back with her on top of him.

She leaned back, straddling him in a none too subtle way, thoroughly enjoying his gaze on her body and most intently on her eyes, as she looked down smiling at him, purring loudly. "I really, really do mean it," she purred, her tail swishing behind her, as she slid her hips forward over his crotch.

His first (completely panicked) thought was that she was going leave a wet mark on his pants. This was quickly eclipsed by agonising pleasure as her weight and friction reminded him of his erection, too long ignored. How did cis guys deal with this on a regular basis, honestly?

Tabitha leaned forward, the pressure lifting, and grinned down at him. He smiled back, but although he was very glad he'd apparently done well and she'd enjoyed herself, he didn't feel very confident about what she (and his erection) expected to come next.

He reached out, finding the smooth skin of her thighs that straddled his hips, and stroking gently. She closed her eyes, purring.

"I'm sorry -"

Her eyes flew open.

"I... I don't know what to do next. I'm going to need your help, I think. Is that okay?"

From the slow, knowing smile spreading across her face, it was.

"Of course," she purred, hugging her tail suggestively, "this is your first time. With this I mean," she thrust her hips over him for emphasis, visibly delighting in his reaction.

"And lucky me gets to take care of you." The phrasing might have been patronizing, but there was nothing but awed joy in her eyes and a very deliberate intent in the way she moved, slowly sliding her hips back over his to bring her chest forward, all the way down to touch his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. And lower, as she slowly slid her body down his, her arms moving with an animal grace and her tail swishing above her, but her violet-blue eyes held his the whole way, until he was seeing her looking over the prominent bulge in his pants.

Her paws sent shivers up his legs as they touched, even through the fabric of his jeans, as he felt them sliding up the inside of his thighs, coming closer to meeting below her wanton gaze. But at the last moment she stopped, to ask with a smile, "May I?"

Zack didn't dare speak. He was too afraid his voice would squeak. He just bit his lip and nodded.

Tabitha grinned wolfishly, slightly too-long canines gleaming, and dropped her head. Eyes closed, she pressed her face against his crotch, seeming to inhale deeply. Her paws slid up, cupping briefly over the bulge in his jeans for a tantalising moment before moving away. She shifted, leaning back on her haunches to kneel between his legs, her hands on his belt.

She watched his face closely, maintaining eye contact as she eased the length of leather through the buckle - slowly.

Zack was sure he was going to go insane before she was finished with him.

"Uh, can I - ?" he reached down, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans as quickly as he could, trying not to flinch at every movement of fabric against his skin. As he unzipped his fly he almost sighed in relief at the sudden freedom of movement, his cock released from the restriction of stiff denim, now only held down by the soft cotton of his trunks.

Tabitha stilled his hands then, smiling still, the tips of her claws delicately hooking under the waistband of his jeans.

"Lift your hips for me."

He obeyed.

He was expecting her to simply slide off his jeans. He hadn't been counting on the fact that her fingers ended in hooked claws, letting her easily take hold of both the waist of his jeans and his underpants, sliding both down at once. The result was that Zack was completely unprepared to find himself literally faced with the sight of his new, very pronounced appendage.

It was like he'd grown a new limb - how the hell had that fit in their! His shock only grew more pronounced as Tabitha lowered his hips again, leaving him staring in disbelief the full length of his very unfamiliar, very erect new appendage.

It took him a while to remember he was not alone - on the other side of the subject of his focus, was Tabitha, her beautiful eyes centred on him as she stalked forward over his legs, her tail swishing behind her, a hungry smile on her lips which glistened as she licked them.

Zack shivered as the tip of Tabitha's nose first touched his underside, shivering more as she breathed in, all the way up, ending with her eyes closed and her lips shaking with the effect of his scent. She was purring very loudly.

She lowered her head, opening her eyes to stare into his with open want. Her voice was more breath than sound as she asked one final time: "I can has?"

Unable to trust his voice, Zack nodded.

Staring at him the whole time, she wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft. The pads of her fingers were slightly rough and very warm, wisps of fur brushing against his skin with agonising clarity.

His hands were already bunched in the sheets. He tried to relax them.

Her tongue flicked over her lips. She bowed her head, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock, her lips moist and warm and he bit his lip, trying not to let his eyes close in pleasure, trying to pay attention -

Then she opened her mouth and dropped her head, and the cry caught in his throat. His head slammed into the pillow as his whole body arched, his hips thrusting for more of that unspeakable warmth. He had a passing thought that he should be controlling himself, but was distracted by the prick of claws into the flesh of his hips as Tabitha gripped him, holding him steady, completely in control.

He lifted his head, trying to focus on her, and caught a glimpse of smiling blue eyes before she did - something - and then it was all he could do to stop himself from whimpering. It was all so much, so much newness, so much waiting; he'd been desperate to be touched when they started kissing before, had struggled to put his need aside when he was focused on her, but now - now!

Her mouth was hot and wet, textured and moving, her hands alternately stroking him and holding him still, her soft hair falling over her face and trailing across his stomach.

He reached down, using his fingers to comb the pink locks back from her face. She looked up, startled, her hands coming back to cradle him at the base as she lifted her mouth from his skin.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "Was I - ?"

Struggling for breath, he smiled. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just trying to help."

Another flood of appreciation welled up inside her. When men grabbed her head during, it was a very different kind of 'help' they had in mind. There was a certain thrill in being used, but Tabitha was finding out that there was even more joy in being adored. This strange, lovely human, his care, his concern, his touch, all filled her with a fluttering warmth she could barely contain. All she could do was try to express it.

She swallowed, and smiled, the tips of her canines showing as she shook one clawed finger in mock admonishment. "Bad human", she chided, smiling all the while, "this is your turn now. We should be focussed on you. Okay?"

She waited until he was about to respond, interrupting him with another wet kiss that sunk straight down his shaft, drawing him in to her and turning his attempt at speech into a startled moan. She felt the sheets pull as he gripped them again, smiled around him, and sucked, letting him feel the warmth of her mouth rush in to envelop him. Her tongue and lips held him tightly, and it seemed like his shaking hips were trying to rise with her as she slowly drew all the way back up him, gave him a moment to catch his breath, and descended on him again.

She tried to focus on herself, relaxing her throat, letting steadily more of him in. But he was just so enjoyable - no 'oh yeah' or 'take it bitch', just startled whimpers and strangled cries, his hips shaking and trying meekly to thrust, not greedily, but needily, like he wanted more but wasn't sure if she could take it. Either way, she was overjoyed to give it, her hand leaving his shaft to give her lips room to advance almost to his base, staying there a few seconds to let her throat get used to the feeling of him, focussing on her claw-tips delicately tracing down the sensitive skin of his balls, gently stroking, touching, then holding and pressing. She felt his cock tense inside her in response, heard him gasp, and greedily sucked the last few inches of him in, kissing his hips victoriously as her ears drank in his reaction.

"Fuck!"

The taut, gathering sensation that had been building unbearably finally gave way to a flood of release, and Zack squeezed his eyes shut, lights going off in the dark like fireworks. His hips bucked - he couldn't have stopped the motion if he'd tried - as the feeling seemed to go on and on, one impossible pulse after another.

The sensation was as intense as it was unfamiliar, her fingertips massaged nerves he'd never had before today, and the warm, encompassing suction of her mouth was - was -

Very gently she pulled away, and he shuddered as the air was suddenly cool on his wet skin. His hands were still bunched in the sheets, so tense it almost hurt as he relaxed them. He rolled his head on the pillow, trying to open his eyes.

Tabitha was sitting back on her heels, eyes bright, looking immensely pleased with herself.

His arms felt like noodles, but he reached up for her anyway, trying to find enough breath to speak.

She blinked in surprise, but before he could ask her to she'd already crawled forward, curling up against him, gathering him into her arms as he rolled over to face her. He felt her tail curl around the back of one of his knees.

He pressed his forehead against hers.

"This may not be a very manly thing to say, but thank you."

Her smile was radiant. "You're welcome," she literally purred.

Her smile fixed a little, her eyes looking down, like she was deciding on something. "Do you think -" she started, her voice small. She swallowed, "do you think, you can keep going? With the proper motivation?"

Before her could answer she leaned back a little from him, still holding his gaze as her paw trailing down his arm all the way to the back of his hand. She raised his hand to her breast, pressing it there expectantly, still watching him as she did, her breathing deepening. She felt soft, so deliciously smooth. He pressed a little with his palm, and her eyes closed as he heard her voice.

Zack felt a new tension in his groin, but not the tension from just before, which felt like an imminent pressure welling deep inside. This feeling was closer to the surface, like a pleasant tingling of his skin and a certain gathering of his attention. Tabitha opened her eyes, looking down between them to see the starts of his new erection.

"I see," she said knowingly, exactly what she knew becoming clearer as she moved herself on top of him again. Her legs straddled his stomach, his one hand still on her breast, the other held by her against her side, trailing down, curving in with her hips and reaching down between them. She was still as wet as before, maybe more so, warmth surrounding his fingertip as she pressed it up into her, her voice unhidden in her breathes now as she openly enjoyed his touch, the sight and sound of which made the tension gather swifter in his unseen groin, becoming less a tingling and more an ache.