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Monsterfucking Meme

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some more humanoid than others. But even the ones that are furthest from human shape deserve love, right? They can be sexy too, in their own way.

Post your character. Note their monstrous traits (monster AUs more than welcome!) Reply to others. Get busy.

I'm not here to police how monstrous is monstrous enough, everybody just be chill and have fun.

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[ his "hand" squeezes hers, and she can't help the way that smile brightens just a bit. if it weren't the genuine affection, then it'd be the synchrony, after all - a sudden burst of warm, soothing kindness between the two of them. it's not immense. this isn't her beloved, after all. but it's quite something nonetheless, having someone you trust as much as this. ]

That much I can safely disagree with! [ the tendril at her side dips in, stroking along the bare flesh of her side. she shivers, her breath catching in her throat for a moment; the bond of synchrony betrays pleasure, not disgust. ] You're the kind one here, Noel-san. Lest we forget, we handled ourselves much differently in the past, did we not?

The past isn't everything.

[She's kind in the present, at least to him, and that means a great deal.

...Um, but...]

...I don't think there's any way I can take off a bra like this.

No, I suppose not. [ to both parts of his answer, really - though the second part does get an undignified snicker out of her. ] Fine! I suppose I can lend a helping hand...

[ she reaches behind herself, undoing the straps at the back with a few quick motions. and then, with the straps loosened, she moves to stroke noel's tendrils once more. ]

Come, now. Surely this should be fine, yes?

Oh - yes.

[Despite already literally being pink, he does turn a little more red. This is still all a Lot to him.

Carefully, gently, he cups a breast in a tentacle.]

Is this okay?

[ she watches the tentacle wrap around her breast, gently supporting its weight. it's... a nice feeling, yes. but it's certainly not getting her bra off any faster. after a moment, she giggles again, turning a bit red as she taps the appendage. ]

It is, yes. But, ah... you could take the whole thing off, if you'd like?

R-right. Sorry.

[That's so bold?? He didn't want to do it without asking??

He tugs the bra off the rest of the way and drops it on the floor, before returning his tentacle to where it was without the fabric in the way.]

There's nothing to apologize for.

[ the straps come over her shoulders, the cups tug free, and just like that she's out for the world to see. noel's tentacle wraps under and around a breast, and this time the full weight of her chest bears down on the appendage. it's... strangely reassuring, she thinks? a bit invasive, yes, but no more so than rika's hands grabbing and groping. and unlike rika's hands, noel's tendrils are large enough to actually provide some support. ]

See? Just like that. [ she runs her fingertips along the offending tendril, stroking it gently. ] Well? Is that, ah... Does it feel nice?

Ah...! [He's not used to being touched gently like this, and his whole body shudders as he whimpers.] V-very nice, yes.

[Another tentacle comes up to join the first, giving her other breast the same attention.]

Good. I'll admit, I was a bit worried you wouldn't feel it, but...

[ the second tentacle is a bit of a surprise, but hardly an unwelcome one. she shifts a bit, pushing her chest forward and letting noel do as he will. it's not particularly pleasurable, exactly - he's mostly just holding her breasts up at this point, after all - but the synchrony more than takes care of that side of things. ]

And, ah- This?

[ she reaches out, taking the tip of a tendril in her fingers before kissing it gently. ]

[He can't answer that in words, but his moan should be answer enough - yes, that's very good.

Right, doing more is good. He rubs the tips of his tendrils over her chest, stroking whatever makes the rush of synchrony feel best.]

[ goodness. that certainly was a moan, wasn't it? there's something altogether satisfying about that sort of thing, after this long in noctium. she's been stuck on the receiving end for so long, it's nice to be able to return it for someone that isn't rika for once. ]

Good. I'm quite glad to hear that, Noel-san.

[ noel's tendrils grow a bit more inquisitive, a bit more exploratory, and this time it's satoko's turn to make a sound - a bit of a murmur that makes her bite her lip and flush red. it's certainly a sensation unlike anything else she's felt before. it's... nice. quite nice, really. something she could get used to, she thinks.

impulsively, after another roll of her fingertips, she leans in to kiss the tendril again. this time, she braces herself before giving an experimental little lick to the end.

...it doesn't taste like blood, at least. thank goodness for that. ]

[Why would it taste like blood?? It probably just tastes like skin.

That sound is very encouraging, and Noel shivers, applying the tiniest bit more pressure with his tendrils.]

Satoko... Oh, that's...

[It feels very, very nice indeed.]

[ listen. don't judge her?? he's red, usually you have to go beneath the top layer of skin to get to that color!!

just as her noises are encouraging to him, his noises continue to push her forward. she licks again, a bit less hesitant this time, and when she's finally determined it's completely safe she wraps her lips around the tip. it's strange - she's not sure whether this is most comparable to a finger, or an arm, or, well, something else entirely! but clearly, it's enjoyable for noel. and right now, that's what matters most, yes?

not that she's getting nothing out of this, either. the pressure helps matters on her end; she gasps as one tendril flicks across a nipple. ]

Noel-san...

Satoko, Satoko - ah-

[Honestly, he's not sure what this most directly maps to either? But it feels good, so good that he can't keep himself quiet.]

C-can I - can I touch you more...?

Mm. Please....

[ the words are formed gently around him, trying her utmost to make sure her teeth never scrape the flesh. it feels, well- intimate, doing this with noel. more than a little dirty. but that's not necessarily a bad thing, is it? especially not with noel making such guttural, cute little noises. she wraps her lips back around noel, humming a light and pleased sound that tingles and vibrates all around him.

it's strange, how easily this is coming to them both. and here she'd been worried. ]

Oh, oh, that feels so good...

[Skirts are simpler than shirts, with fewer fiddly buttons. Noel is still careful when he tugs hers down and off, mostly to avoid tearing - he might be a gentle soul as she says, and weak for a demon, but he's pretty sure he could damage her clothes if he went overboard.

Another tendril slides up her thigh - thankfully he doesn't have to stop touching her chest to do that. He massages the inside of her leg, a little too nervous to attempt taking off anything more.]

[ satoko makes a bit of a noise, and though it's muffled by the tentacle in her mouth there's no mistaking it for anything but the slightly shaky laugh that it is. and with her piece said, she does her best to make noel's job easier - shaking her hips just a bit to help get the skirt down, leaning into each of his tendrils' touches.

and from there, she does her best to get every bit of sensation out of noel that she can. she grips the tendril holding her hand tight, running the pad of her thumb in a gentle circle and reveling in the synchrony. she licks and sucks at noel's tendriltip, taking a bit more into her mouth as her tongue rolls around it. and her free hand drops down, gently but firmly tugging noel's curious limb just a bit further up. ]

[Right, here... Noel carefully rubs Satoko through her underwear. He's not sure if direct touch would be too much, and even if it wasn't he's not sure he can get her underwear off instead - but he's more than happy to be guided where she directs him.]

Satoko... Satoko...

[It's embarrassing how loud he's being, he thinks, but he can't help it. Satoko's mouth is too warm and soft and he's never had to handle this kind of sensation in this form before.]

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