Monster Breeder

148.5 Bonus Chapter (Jonathan, R-18)

Swallowing to clear my throat, I speak in our voice, “Tinkle Erminlinda Bell, I hereby name you my Companion.”

“Yes! Oh, yes, I can feel it coming! Hero, please, you must finish inside me to seal the contract!”

Tink’s chest heaves and her eyes glaze with lust as she pants with overwhelming desire. Her eyes aren’t the only thing getting glazed; the incredibly sweet liquid dribbling from between her legs onto my lips stokes my desire. The flavor is surprisingly complex, minty with a hint of rum that gives it an addictive character. Before anything else, I want my fill of her.

Stone peels from my face and green Slime recedes to reveal human flesh beneath. I’m still here, but I want to enjoy watching you take her as a man before ravishing her with my Slime. As long as my wife is happy, I’m content. Especially so because she gets turned on when I’m with other monsters.

I gently brush my fingers against Tink’s hair and along her supple back between fluttering dragonfly wings. She arches her spine while nuzzling her head against my hand. “Don’t be bashful, baby. Grab me around the middle and use me like a pocket pussy~ I promise I ’m durable!”

With that encouragement, I force myself past the hesitation that I’m going to snap her like a twig if I squeeze too hard by mistake and wrap my fist around Tink’s torso with her wings sticking out between my fingers. She grabs my thumb with her arms and gives it a long, sensual lick that serves to further turn me on. The Fae girl glances down to confirm the effect on my long john and grins wickedly.

“So… if they’re going to be occupied for a few minutes,” Chris pipes up with a nonchalant shrug, “Does anybody want to fool around?”

Yes, there’s the scent of a horny male human in the air. It’s driving us all wild! Mmm, the things you do to me, Jonathan~

“Oh, oh! Me, me!” Gale exclaims happily as she pounces on the bunny girl, wrapping up Chris with her wings. “I want to get to know you better! Chrissy is having Cottontail and Alex’s kits like me, so we’re practically family, now, right?”

“You can call them kittens if you like, a lot of us do in the Warren,” Chris replies. “It’s not an exclusive term; a few different small furry monsters use it.”

Gale gasps and flaps her wings for emphasis, “That. Is. So. Cute!!! Gale is having kittens! Er, one kitten, but she gets to share with Megan and Chrissy and have a whole litter!”

“Don’t forget your promise to me,” Olindia reminds the sexy bun as she materializes behind Chris with her massive mammaries sandwiching the smaller woman’s head. The bunny girl gulps audibly.

Flou appears to melt off of the Harpies’ bodies, turning from ruby-studded red lingerie into two fuzzy bouncy balls with bone handles and mounted dildoes.

“Mistress Gale, please allow us to service you!” Rosie insists with a plaintive edge while shoving her pleasant ebony breasts against the Rainbird’s bare arm.

Monal the colorful pheasant Harpy presses Gale’s other arm into her larger, plumper bosom. “You don’t need any other attendants with us around.”

Gale grins eagerly at all the attention her ladies-in-waiting are showering her with, saying, “I can think of a few positions that’ll make everyone happy!”

Then my precious little Fairy draws all of my attention back to her by scent alone. That incredible sweet mint smell wafts from between shapely legs dripping with arousal. I have to get a taste before I lose my mind with desire!

I bring Tink to my lips, getting a face full of her potent natural fragrance that makes my mouth salivate, and open my palm to expose her form. She’s a perfect porcelain doll, a 1/6^th scale woman with perpetually glowing of bioluminescent lustrous skin. Her dress cut from the petals of a white morning glory leaves nothing to the imagination, especially when I peek up her skirt. There’s that sopping wet Fae pussy!

My tongue slides between her legs, which instinctively wrap around my thick oral member. Her flavor spills onto me, sweetness dribbling down my length and into my throat, liquid arousal painting my mouth with minty-fresh delight.

“Ahhhn, mmm, your tongue feels so hot and good on me!”

Her thighs are so plump and round, like a pair of grapes, and I can’t help giving in to temptation.

Like the doll she resembles, I turn her over and pose her exactly as I wish, grabbing her legs with one hand and supporting her upper body with the other while her plush rump juts up at me pertly and perfectly. I lick her buns, kiss them, and suck her cheeks wholly into my mouth like the tiny peach they resemble. She’s stuck with her ass in my mouth like a woman with her butt caught in a window—or pressed through a glory hole ready and willing to receive attention.

“Oh, fuck, baby! Yes, whatever makes you happy, take me! I want it~” Tink begs for more and I oblige both her and my carnal desires.

My tongue traces the shape of her round bottom, feeling the cleft between her cheeks, and presses against her sweet, sweet ass. The tip of my oral member navigates by touch and taste until I find the origin of her delightful, addictive flavor, and thrust forward. She’s tight, so wonderfully tight, but she’s true to her word—the tiny Fae’s honeypot impossibly begins stretching to accommodate my tongue. Then there’s a sensation of her hole giving way and my oral member slips inside the little Fairy. It feels like my tongue has entered a hot, smooth sheath coated with mint-infused honey, and I can’t resist moving around to test the elasticity of this erotic chamber.

“Aaahhh! Fffffuuucking God Beasts! I can feel you wriggling inside me~ I-I’m cumming!!!” Tink’s cunt squeezes me impotently, spasming around my comparatively enormous girth, and she floods my palate with wonderful cloying syrup.

“Mmm,” I huff through my nose, the hot breath on her back making the Fae shiver.

“O-ohhhh! Yes, yesss! Keep doing that!” Realizing what she means, I continue to hum, the vibrations of my voice stirring additional pleasure in Tink’s deepest recesses. “Aaahhhnnn!!!” she cries in ecstasy before going limp.

As I pop the sweet treat of my new Fae lover off my tongue and hold her in the palm of my hand, I look up to see how the others are getting along.

Gale floats using her Rainbird Aviation in the middle of it all while receiving head from her two Harpy attendants. Rosie’s Flamingo-pink straight-back cornrows are all I can see with the first maid’s face in Gale’s ass, reaming the Rainbird with pure devotion. Monal is equally attentive, lips intertwined with Gale’s labia while the Rainbird squeezes the pheasant’s head between her thighs.

Rosie and Monal bounce and fuck themselves on Flou’s furry exercise ball bodies, going up and down repeatedly on the ruby dildos in their cunts.

At the same time, Gale is busy kissing Chris, the bunny girl impaled through the ass on Olindia’s arm up to the shoulder—thereby holding Chris aloft to lock lips with her new avian lover. Chris’s belly is obscenely swollen with Slime, eyes rolled back into her skull, and, as her and the Rainbird’s lips momentarily part, I see a pink tentacle connecting her throat with Gale’s. The Harpy doesn’t mind at all and seems intensely pleased to service the gelatinous maiden’s member with her throat between bunny kisses.

The Jellyfish Slime herself is having a grand time, even double-penetrating Chris’s pussy for extra stimulation.

“Please, I’m begging you, my Hero, seal the contract! I’m desperate for you!” Tink kneels in my palm while watching the orgy and rapidly frigs herself, but her gaze locks with mine the moment I glance down.

Do it. Fill her with your cream, Jonathan!

I don’t need to be told a third time, lowering the Fae girl to my loins. Tink’s eyes go wide and she breaks into a big grin when she sees my enormous human cock at attention. Brenda’s Slime has retreated to the area surrounding my dick and balls to allow Tink a first-time ‘pure’ experience. How considerate! Still, though…

“Okay, but are you sure it’s not too much?” I mean, I seriously don’t want to hurt anybody if this girl’s eyes are bigger than her, er—I know what you mean. You’re such a cute goodie-goodie.

Tink reclines on my palm, hair spilling over the edge of my hand, legs up, before doing the splits to reveal her tight slit of a quim and minuscule perfect pucker of an anus. She uses her upper arms to squeeze her breasts into an enticing display of cleavage and batts her eyelashes at me, “You can stop ‘Refusing the Call’ already, Hero. I’m ready for my first ‘Crossing of the Threshold.’ Approach my ‘inmost cave’ and fill me with your ‘Ultimate Boon~’”

Steeling my resolve, I grab Tink by the middle, her boobs resting on the shelf of my thumb like little cherries while her ass and splayed legs stick out just under my pinkie and press her bottom to the tip of my penis. My meatus kisses her lower lips, spreading the minty tingle of her juices to my member. I rub myself against her buttocks in an effort to help get her ready, hoping she’s extremely turned on and appropriately loose for this absolutely ridiculous insertion.

“Nngh!” she moans as I increase the pressure of her bottom against my cock. We seemingly haven’t made any promise, but she’s biting her lip like something’s happening. Then, slowly, I start to feel a slight pinch on my tip. Something slips, followed by a soft popping sensation, and a sucking shlorp as her entrance suddenly stretches to admit me. “Gaaahhhhnnn!!!” Tink’s face contorts into a lewd ahegao expression, mouth gaping open and cross-eyed, as she says, “T-t-that’s the w-w-wrong hole, b-baby, oof!”

“I’m so sorry!” I say as I try to pull her off me as gently as possible.

“N-n-no no no, baby! This is awesome, and it’ll totally work for the contract. Now, look at us.”

I open my palm at her direction, my hand falling away as I behold a lascivious sight for the ages. Her anus is stretched impossibly around my shaft just beneath my glans like an ancient human condom, Tink’s quim leaking copious minty fluids to coat my length to provide ample lubrication. My massive cockhead is poking up against her bellybutton from the inside, distending her tummy as if she’s overdue-pregnant by six months.

It's salacious to the extreme, the ultimate end of the male fantasy to be big enough to please his lover. I’ve never been lacking in that department, but Tink’s contented, blissful mien and the way she lovingly strokes my glans through the tight-stretched luminescent skin of her belly has me sold on this.

Fuck, just look at her, Jonathan! She’s so fucking hot for you!

Tink lowered her splayed legs to place the soles of her feet on my shaft and starts playing with her slickness on my length, savoring the sensations of our joining. Her dragonfly wings buzz impatiently, pushing her further onto me, and I moan at her tight wetness. The Fae’s eyes gleam with glee as her tummy further bulges with another inch of my shaft.

“A-alright now, baby, I’m gonna need you to do me a big, big favor,” Tink instructs, and I nod, putty in her hands despite our obvious roles. I’d do just about anything for this tiny woman right now with my cock buried in her tingly, sweet, wonderland. Her breath hitches for a moment, her body quivers, and I feel every little twitch of her miniature-scale body around my girth. I bite my lip and listen as she continues, “G-grip me hard, pump me as fast as you can like a pocket pussy, and cum your brains out.”

I want to, I really do, but I’m suddenly afraid of pulling too hard and impaling her all the way through. She’s so small and delicate-looking. I’d be crushed if I hurt her on accident.

Shhh, it’s alright, Jonathan. I think you can trust her to know what she’s doing. Here, let me~

Brenda’s green Slime hand manifests from our shared body and reaches around to grab Tink this time. My wife is inside me, beside me, cradling me as she takes control of the pocket pussy and my pleasure both. She pulls Tink towards us slowly, gently, inch by agonizing inch. The Fairy descends on my shaft, her bully bulging more and more obscenely until it’s her chest expanding in a way that would be impossible for a normal ribcage. It’s as if she doesn’t have any internal organs at all, and her bones are like super-firm rubber! Brenda mercifully stops when my tip hits Tink’s throat from the inside.

Let’s save a little something special for next time, okay?

Tink gags as the back of her throat feels my insane insertion, but she’s loving every second. Her ass is still inches away from perching on my balls, but her legs can reach my pelvis and she takes full advantage, rubbing her feet against my bare skin while her arms massage herself all along her torso and thusly me beneath.

Then Brenda lifts Tink away along my length, inches of me receding from the Fairy’s poor distended asshole, until the mushroom-shaped glans of my cock hits her sphincter from the inside. My toes curl, my hands clench, my abdomen shudders involuntarily, and I suck air through my teeth at these salacious sensations. Fuck!

That’s what I’m doing~

Brenda proceeds to torture Tink and I both in the best possible way, pulling and lifting the Fae on my shaft over and over, using the resistance of my glans against Tink’s anus and throat to guide her strokes. I’m a quivering, shaking mess after just a few seconds, Tink’s cool-mint sweet sauce sluicing all over my length and the Fairy’s insanely tight sphincter squeezing my girth as if trying to milk me with just a thumb and forefinger. My Fairy partner is even worse off, legs squirming helplessly, arms wrapped around her middle to add to the pressure on my shaft, and her mouth frothing with lube-foam bubbling out the top of her pocket-pussy body.

Brenda doubles and triples the speed until Tink and I can’t withhold our releases any longer. My muscles lock with tension. My balls clench. An explosion of pleasure washes over me in a violent rush as white-hot spunk shoots from my tip.

“B-babe, I’m having an ‘Apotheosis!’” Tink gurgles even as I begin cumming uncontrollably. She raises her hands to her mouth and nose, but her ass forms a perfect seal on my cock, and her inflating belly fills with the first two spurts, leaving nowhere for my cream to go but out. Cum geysers from Tink’s mouth and nose, squirting between her fingers and splorching around her hands.

For a brief moment, the bioluminescence from the Fairy’s body intensifies to ten times the lumens and then dims to merely twice her previous glow. She’s a living nightlight now, and her expression is equally beatific and salacious. Her smile is that of a benevolent ancient human fertility goddess swollen with child, except the only thing she’s stuffed full of is cum and my cock. Regardless of her fecundity, Tink and I are both clearly satisfied, and clearly spent.

“Urp. C-contract, s-s-sealed.”