[Scene Warning – Attention Required]
SFX: “Gwheeeeee!”
The witch wriggled her body like spaghetti in boiling water as I continued to lick her chest ever so gently. With each tiny movement, her substantial bosom bounced dramatically, brushing against my face like nature’s softest percussion instrument.
Huh… did she just go “Gwheeeeee”?
“J-Jeez, I just… uh… accidentally made a weird noise because I was startled. Your tongue… it’s kinda rough. Huh.”
As she said, my tongue was indeed rather abrasive, akin to a feline’s. This, apparently, was designed either for grooming or scraping meat off bones—either way, it was doing wonders on the witch Eve.
Each gentle stroke seemed to amplify her excitement, as if I were a professional masseuse with a knack for tickling all the right spots. Before long, Eve collapsed on top of me, her entire voluptuous frame pressing me into the ground.
I couldn’t help but appreciate how her weight felt oddly pleasant—like being buried under a fluffy cloud made of woman. Eve, meanwhile, used her body to glide sensually over mine, much like a snail mating ritual conducted atop an enchanted dinner table.
Our bodies became drenched in a combination of Wildling potion and the faintly glowing blue saliva that dripped from her mouth. It was messy, but in the most gloriously unhygienic way possible.
“This fur… so soft! I don’t think I can hold back anymore! Haaahhh… indeed, this is top-tier material,” she whispered before grinding herself even more firmly against me.
Her skin, smooth and cool, contrasted delightfully with the fire-like sensation coursing through my nerves where our bodies met. She smelled faintly of lavender and honey, making every inch of her touch feel like it was weaving itself into my soul.
“Ah… ah… such firm muscles beneath all this fluff… so wild and untamed! My god, do you want to pin me down and ravish me with that giant… thing?” she teased, emphasizing her words with a playful m*an.
By now, her legs were trembling as she stimulated certain sensitive areas with her fingers. The sound effects were unmistakable: squelching noises accompanied each thrust of her hips while steamy sighs escaped her lips, undoubtedly meant to entice me further.
And enticed I was.
With little to no prior experience handling members of the opposite gender—let alone someone as devastatingly gorgeous as her—I could only writhe helplessly underneath her, my arousal pulsing conspicuously.
The metallic clinking of my restraints echoed through the room as the chains restricting my limbs rattled. Eve’s flushed face hovered dangerously close to my ear, her breath warm against my skin.
“Had to take precautions, you see. Didn’t know how you’d react… but if you promise not to run off, I might be persuaded to release you,” she cooed seductively before flicking her tongue across one of my pointed ears.
That simple gesture sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout my entire being. Who knew ear-licking could be THIS good?!
Instead of replying verbally, I vigorously nodded my head in agreement.
“Alright then.”
With a mischievous grin, Eve reached down and easily twisted the chains binding my forepaws into scraps of metal, her strength apparently matching her seductive prowess. Now free, I wasted no time exploring her body with newfound vigor.
Her br*asts, when touched directly for the first time, were softer than dreams made of clouds. They squished delightfully under my paws, sending waves of satisfaction coursing through my veins. From the moment I laid eyes on their impressive size, I had secretly desired to feel them. My self-control as a cultured individual from modern times could only go so far before succumbing to primal instincts.
“Ah! Ahh! H-harder… yes, that’s it!”
Encouraged by her enthusiastic requests, I gripped her ample assets harder, delighting in their malleability. They seemed to mold and reform effortlessly under my pressure, like dough being kneaded to perfection. My mind went blissfully blank—all coherent thought replaced by the pure sensory experience.
Her reaction to my rough ministrations was music to my ears—or rather, my loins. Using my sandpapery tongue, I trailed kisses over every reachable inch of her body, earning shivers and gasps wherever I ventured.
It was intoxicating: knowing that my actions brought her such joy filled me with a strange sense of accomplishment. What was once a creature I feared would devour me now lay beneath me, waiting to be conquered.
“Mmm… aah… keep going… yes, right there!”
I positioned my imposing appendage at her entrance, finding it slick with anticipation. Slowly yet surely, I pushed inside, relishing the tight grip of her inner walls as they welcomed me home. Her breathless cry of surprise only fueled my desire.
“Ah! Too… too big! Haaah!”
Ignoring her protests—or was it encouragement?—I rocked my hips with newfound confidence, each thrust driving deeper than the last. Whatever she was, Eve was no ordinary human. Her inner heat was unmatched, burning hotter than the sun yet somehow still welcoming. It felt less like penetration and more like being enveloped in a thousand tongues licking every inch of me.
“Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? It’s… it’s insane!” I marveled internally.
Wrapping my arms around her slim frame, I reveled in the contrast between her scorching core and her cool outer skin. Each thrust brought the promise of ecstasy closer, pushing us both toward the brink.
“Haah… isn’t it glorious? Your seed… fill me up, don’t hold back! Oh yes, just like that…!”
Between gasps, Eve continued to whisper sultry encouragements into my ears, her willingness knowing no bounds. Leaning into her invitation, I increased the tempo of my thrusts, aiming to satisfy not just her, but the overwhelming lust coursing through my veins.
“N-no, slow down! Faster… and you might drive me mad!”
If anything, the witch had become even more feral than before, her pleasured squeals echoing through the cabin like those of an ecstatic wild animal. Occasionally, among these cries, came that peculiar “Gwhee!” sound that had started it all.
“Gwhee… gwhee…”
Blushing furiously, she clamped both hands over her mouth, clearly embarrassed by the unseemly noises leaking out despite her efforts to contain them. To preserve her dignity—or what little remained—I flipped her onto all fours, giving her the privacy she seemed to crave.
From behind, her anatomy appeared almost comically perfect: tight curves and impossibly smooth lines. Unable to resist, I climbed onto her back and guided myself into her depths once again, this time savoring every fraction of an inch as it swallowed me whole.
“Hnn… Is that all of you now? Hmm…”
Turning her dampened face slightly, she glanced back at me, her expression dripping with both exhaustion and wicked satisfaction. Even as she struggled to breathe, she managed to radiate an aura of seductive allure.
Each exhaled breath, each drop of sweat glistening on her porcelain skin, each flicker of her vivid blue eyes—it was all utterly mesmerizing. A primal sense of triumph surged within me, overwhelming my senses. Was this why I was here? Was this my destiny?
Like a faithful servant fulfilling its master’s wishes, I let loose the floodgates, pounding into her with unrestrained vigor. The sensation of her squeezing and milking my essence was euphoric, driving me to heights I hadn’t thought possible.
“Haaanh… ah… ah…!”
Time seemed to stretch out as I emptied myself inside her. Despite my lack of experience, I somehow found rhythm, moving in a way that maximized pleasure for both of us. Each push deeper evoked a fresh bout of cries from Eve, her voice reaching pitches that verged on angelic.
When at last I climaxed, an incomprehensible wave of heat surged forth, filling her completely. Eve collapsed forward, dragging me down with her as her body convulsed violently.
“Ugh… this is… ridiculous…”
I slowly withdrew, watching in awe as her body released milky streams of evidence onto the table. Though thoroughly spent, she remained unconscious, her once pristine form now marred by streaks of white across her thighs and rear.
“Hm. Not sure how I feel about turning into slime on my first time.”
Even if this was my fate, I couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction. All the hardship endured as a monster was finally paying off. Glancing down at her unconscious form, I began to feel a strange bond forming—a connection beyond mere conquest.
But then…
Plop.
As if melting in an afternoon sunbeam, Eve’s body slowly dissolved until only a shimmering blue orb remained. It hovered eerily, pulsing faintly as if alive.
“Gwhee…”
Still adorable, even now. I carefully lifted the orb, cradling it in my palm. It felt cool and rubbery, much like a water balloon filled with liquid nitrogen.
“Mission Accomplished: Possibility.”
“Reward: Skill – ‘Interspecies Hybridization.'”
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Minutes later, the orb transformed back into Eve herself, though somewhat more composed this time.
“You really did produce quite the bounty. The magical concentration is exceptional. Even with my limited culinary skills, this should make for a fine elixir,” she announced while preparing a cauldron, carefully adding ingredients of dubious origin.
Sitting awkwardly on the same table we’d just defiled (so to speak), I watched her cook, unable to shake the lingering warmth coloring my cheeks.
“So… you kept calling me Behemoth. What exactly does that mean?”
Eve stirred the simmering pot absentmindedly, never once looking back at me.
“Behemoth, you say? You truly know nothing about yourself, do you? Nor about me—or this forest. Let me see… where should I begin?”
She hesitated, then continued thoughtfully.
“This grand, endless forest is called the Ancient Nest these days. Long ago, all life sprang forth from here, spreading across the world. Given its storied history, it’s earned many nicknames: Cradle of the World, Sea of the World Tree, Eden, among others. But its true name… its TRUE name…”
Pausing dramatically, she leaned closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
“…is the Feast Table of the Gods.”
