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The Monster Girl Encyclopedia (me and Anjeru)

This Minotaurus in particular was dozing now, somewhere near the main path through the cave. She was a little smaller than most, but her power was no less. The monster girl was curled up, her brown ears low as her gaurd was let down; usually on high alert, but now that her needs had been appeased, she was sleeping it off. Had been for a little while. Her massive weapon laid close as she snored softly, her long, fur covered, hooved legs laying a little pulled towards her. She had shifted in her sleep, her upper half tilted so that her back lay upon the floor. Her abdomen was fierce, rippling with abs and muscles that were easy for her to use. This gave way to a very impressive bust, barely contained by the brown straps that held them.

The Minotaurus made a small noise, sort of snore, turning her head a little, the brown lockes caressing the side of her face. Small horns came from the suprisingly soft looking strands. Despite the movement, she didn't appear to be waking up any time soon, this perhaps an odd blessing for the traveler now making his way through the network of caves.
 
Alex moved down the corridors cautiously, freaking out slightly when he heard a noise from ahead of him. He slowly moved to investigate, barely keeping quiet when he did see the Minotaurus... though he calmed, almost gleeful, when he saw that it was asleep. He slowly walked over to it, to see it better and closer. Then, he had a idea, to mess with the Minotaurus.

He moved silently onto his knees in front of her, his hands slowly moving over her stomach, before they went up, cupping her bust underneath the brown straps that held them. They were nice and firm, soft with the small amount of fur, but his hands were already leaving them, one moving down to find the womanhood of the boll woman in front of her.

His fingers slowly stroked over the labia before sliding in, two doing slow thrusts in her while his palm rubbed against the nub of her clit. He wanted to at least give her good dreams, since he wasn't going to get killed by her that day.
 
Even as the human male approached her, appraised her form with his hands, even went so far as to begin pleasuring her womanly parts, she didn't stir. Even if it was unknown to him, it took a great deal to wake a Minotaurus when its decided to sleep; driven by the bodies essential needs - to eat, mate, and sleep. That's all she did, as a Minotaurus. Her womanhood was hot to his touch, and progessively became more and more damp around his fingerds as he thrusted them, and rubbed his palm against her sensitive clit.

Her eyes remained closed, but a soft soft of grunt, moan, fell from her lips and the bull woman rubbed her core into his touch, even as another snore came from her. Alex would be sure to note they were heavy sleepers from this experience, but it wasn't a big deal. It felt good to her even as she slept, dreaming of mounting her last prey and running him ragged, thrusting down on him almost angrily, all animalistic rutting in her behaviour. Granted, this wasn't happening - but even with Alexander's meager touch of his hand, it felt nearly as good.
 
He noticed that she seemed to moan as his fingers worked on her, her hot core rubbing against them as she snored slightly, though he froze for a moment, thinking she was waking. Figuring that she wouldn't wake from this, he pulled his fingers out, only to slide them back in, this time three of them. They moved faster, glad that she was enjoying this so much. His other hand went back to playing with her breast, her hot wetness fueling his want to give her her orgasm.
 
It was clear physically, by the way her body would shift into his stroking fingers and the way she shuddered, that the Minotaurus was enjoying what he was doing to her. There was another half grunt half moan as he began to work her harder with three fingers now, her nipple hard, and large, adding to the stimulation whenever part of his hand rubbed across it. Her breathing rate increased, just a tad, as she was closer and closer to her orgasm. It washed over her, causing her to buck into his hand, her hot juices coating his questing fingers. Once it passed, she sagged back down, still asleep, but beginning to stir a little with a furrow of her brow.
 
He felt her orgasm ripple through her, his fingers thrusting in her fast, until she stopped, and he pulled his fingers out. He licked them slowly, enjoying the spicy flavor of her juices. But he noticed her stirr, and he ran for it, hauling ass out of the caves to the woods outside.

The area in front of him was rather open, trees surrounding the path but nothing that would smother him. He slowly wandered down the path, heading to finish some of the recent writing. Maybe he would get another entry done before stopping, though.
 
A little ways into the slightly wooded area, an Elf was perched against a tree, her breathing a tad rapid. Her heart fluttering and the lips between her legs were wet, her core aching for a man's hard strength. She was more proud than to have sex with a human man, yet, she was craving it so intensely, she wasn't sure how long she could hold out, despite her want not to dumb herself down to a human's level. Her long green hair spilled to her thighs and matched her equally green eyes; she was dressed in what appeared to be a dress made from the natural materials found around her, such as the leaves. Her pointed ears twitched and she heard someone approaching.

She caught sight of the human male and ducked behind the tree, refusing to let the man see her this way. The Elf wasn't about to show such weakness to a human. Though, as the man went to pass, the aching began to intensify, and, before she could stop herself, she was stepping out from behind the tree and walking towards him. Her hand trailing idly up her thigh as she licked her luscious lips, batting her long lashes as she eyed him. "Evening," she murmured, her voice low and husky. She couldn't seem to help herself at the moment, despite her distain for the human.
 
He was walking through the forest, not hearing anything until the trees rustled, and a Elf came out. His hand instantly darted to the sword that was at his hips, knowing what elves were capable of. Before taking up this job, he accidentally ran across a Elven village, and he had to fight to get out of there alive. But this Elf didn't seem to be hostile, so his hand moved away from his blade.

He remembered one of the passages from the book that others had read, and instantly noticed what was going on. "Good Evening." He responded, moving a little closer. "It's surprising to see a Elf so far out from the forest."
 
The Elf's ear twitched at his words, knowing them to be true as she stared out from under half closed lids at him. He was right, though that mattered little to her at the moment. Her body was dead set at getting what it wanted, despite the way her thoughts suggested otherwise. She stepped closer to him, her steps light and graceful on long, pale legs. Reaching out, she drew a fingers down his arm.

"I can say the same. I don't see many humans walking through here," she said huskily as her hand reached his, lifting it, bringing it to her mouth, where she twirled her tongue over the tip of his index finger, an ear twitching. "What brings you this far?" she inquired, nipping the pad of his finger, before idly sucking the tip into her hot and moist mouth.
 
Well, he figured that the magic of the Succubus would show itself strongly, and it didn't disappoint. Her mouth teasing at his finger was alluring, but he pulled his hand away lightly. "I was just passing through, I had to go through the mountains." He moved a little closer, not trying to be unfriendly. "Is there anything you need?" His eyes looked over her form. She seemed tense, and he closed to her until he was lightly pressed against her. "I can help you with whatever you need, just ask."
 
The Elf watched as he moved closer to her, his body almost pressing against her own. The pulsing wetness between her thighs seemed only to intensify, though her mind held her back from fufilling what it was that she needed. Her body had a different plan than her mind, so she said nothing as she pressed closer. Her breasts, beneath the leafy material, pressing against his chest as she peered up at him from under long eyelashes. The aching to be filled was almost too much and she moaned, pressing more against him, the length of her body against his own.
 
She seemed hesitant about giving into her needs, and he knew why instantly. "Don't worry about what I am." He whispered softly, brushing hair away from her face. She hadn't fully succumbed to the Succubus magic, that was good. But the desire would only fill her more if she didn't give into it now. "This won't be a bad thing. It will help." Then, his arms went around her, and he kissed her, a light brushing of his lips against hers.
 
She heard his words and even though they helped soothe her discomfort at she was doing, she still didn't want to do it a human. Her body wasn't about to let her make a conscious decision though as it pressed itself against him, her own lips pressing to his as he softly kissed her. Her breathing hitched as the lust intensified, her core so wet and full, aching for something to take care of her problem. He was right though, it would help her, even if she wasn't entirely happy with the situation.
 
He felt the kiss, how deep and impassioned it was, and he gladly returned it to her. He had always been in awe of the Elves, even if they hated him, and this chance to help one of them couldn't be passed up. He lifted her up in surprisingly strong arms and carried her a little deeper into the woods so nobody would see. He put her down and then pulled off the sweater he was wearing, since it was getting hot out again.
 
Her body enjoyed it immensely even though parts of her mind were warning her away; not that he was dangerous himself, it was just the way of her people. Humans weren't the usual company they consorted with(though, they didn't copnsort much to begin with). She made a noise as he lifted her, as if she weighed nothing, and carried her deeper within the embrace of the woods. Watching through half lidded eyes as he pulled the sweater from his body, his frame much leaner and built(from what she could see) than she had orginally thought. Her hands trailed his chest as she rubbed her thighs together to help ease the tension between them.
 
She was warming up to him, and he smiled: that was good, it would be easier for her than fighting it and making it worse. Her fingers were going over his chest, and his hands pulled off his shirt to let her roam her touch over his bare skin and toned body. His own hands went to her shoulders, sliding off the forest attire she had on, letting it fall to the ground. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply, his tongue flicking against her lips, asking for permission to enter.
 
She moaned and allowed her lips to part, touching her tongue to his as her normal inhibitions flew into the winds, her intense lust and desire riding her hard and not giving her a choice in the matter. Her forest attire fell from her very slim, toned, almost athletic body and she pressed it against his toned one. The bare skin to bare skin almost made her insane, and she rubbed against him, shivering deliciously from the feel of it. The elf rubbed her thigh against his leg as she pressed her pelvis up against his own.
 
She was so willing, he was losing his own hold on himself. His hands moved and pushed his pants off, letting him stand nude against her, just as she started to rub her body against his. He let out a soft groan against her lips as his tongue slid into her mouth, tongue flicking against hers as he slowly moved her to lay down. Such a soft body to play with, his hands roamed over her. Her breasts were subject to light play before they slid down, and her hot core was more than enough to keep his fingers occupied, stroking over her silken lips.
 
She moaned as he laid her down and began to explore her yeilding body with his hands. Her core was silken and hit against his hand and fingers as they began to softly explore that most intimate part of her. This lust seemed to be eating her from the inside out; maybe she really had pushed it away for too long and it really was consuming her. She moaned and pressed her body up against his own, clutching at his back with her nails and her legs rubbing anxiously and needingly against his own.
 
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