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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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[Oh. Of course she wouldn't have any concept of what places you don't touch in a hug. A soft gasp escapes him, a helpless whimper.]

Um, that's - u-um, that feels-

[He is absolutely not equipped to explain how that feels or why she should stop.]

[ ah. he wants to have sex with her, doesn't he? how adorable.

she knows what sex is, of course. she has lived here for thousands of years; she has been awake for hundreds. she has listened and watched as hundreds of thousands of people were born, grew, writhed and entangled, and died. she even knows the basic principles of it, by this point, a few people who stray just close enough for her senses to pick up fully: touch this, and rub that, and put this inside that hole. she is incapable of reproduction - at least, in a way these tiny humans would ever understand as such. but she is capable of pleasure, receiving it and giving it. ]

Koutarou Suga... [ it's not teasing in her voice. not quite. but it's the gentle condescension of something much larger than him, and it comes close enough anyway. ] Does it feel nice when I do this?

[ gently, with an astonishing precision, she finds each spot that makes him gasp and flinch and whimper. those are the spots that make him feel good, after all. she wants him to feel good. ]

[Oh. Oh no. He'd thought she must be doing it on accident, because how would she know any better, but no. She's doing it on purpose.

And - and it does feel good. He shakes in her grasp, soft moans escaping from his lips without his permission. It feels good, even if this wasn't at all what he had in mind. -Not that he had much in mind coming down here besides 'I hope I don't die', but-

Would anyone else touch him like this? Probably not, right?]

I-i-it does feel good. [His skin burns. It probably was a rhetorical question.]

[ that same soft giggle echoes. the pressure against him stays even, constant; gentle and persistent. ]

I'm glad. [ one tendril strokes his cheek. it's the same love as ever - it's only clear now just how all-encompassing that love might be. ] I want you to feel good. I want to make you feel good.

[ another tendril pools, slithers up to his face; it strokes at his lips, marveling at the softness. ]

[She isn't acting any differently from before, even if this is a light he never saw her in before this. This is just another part of her love for him, and that's... fine. This is fine. He's okay with this.

He opens his mouth and hesitantly sticks out his tongue. What would one of those tendrils taste like? Would she feel it, would it feel good for her? She's making him feel good, so he has to make her feel good too, right?]

[ the tendril brushes against suga's tongue - once, then twice - before gently slipping into his mouth. she doesn't move quickly, and she doesn't try to push; she just dips in and out, setting up a soft rhythm. that same contented sound thrums throughout the chamber once again; it tingles in his mouth, a soft little vibration. ]

You're so cute like this, Koutarou Suga... [ a bit of hesitation. she's never said things like this, after all. but it's what humans do, isn't it? so she adds, after a moment: ] ...you look really sexy right now. Did you know that?

[His tongue tingles where her tendril rubs against it. He whimpers again, ears burning at her words. Is he getting dirty talked by an eldritch being, is that what's happening here.

He wants to tell her to stop. But if he does that and she stops, then she'll think he was ungrateful for her being nice to him, and she won't say she loves him again. He does want that, even if he doesn't know how he feels about all the touching.]

Ah, ah, th-thank you... [Slightly slurred.]

[ he's so cute. he's so, so cute. she wants to keep him down with her forever, to hold him against her surface and hear his heart beat until this world breathes its last.

but she can't, and she knows it. so for now, she settles for eking as much sensation as she can from the first person to see her face to face. she rubs and strokes at his cock; tendrils coil, squeezing at his thighs and ass and sliding under his shirt. smaller tendrils rise, tracing along the shell of his ear with an almost wondrous softness. and that tendril in his mouth keeps pumping, in and out in an almost hypnotic rhythm.

anything for her friend. ]

[It's so much. He's never - nothing like this, of course, but he's barely touched anyone at all, and now all of this. He shudders in her grasp, his body twisting both into and away from the touches as he's overwhelmed.]

Please - please-

[He doesn't know what he's asking for. If he could vocalize it, she might listen to him, but he's unable to form the words.]

[ he's close to the edge. she can feel it in each buck of his hips, each little overwhelmed twist as he writhes inside her careful grasp. she wants to see him coast that final hill, so, so badly. ]

It's okay, Koutarou Suga. Shhh. It's okay.

[ and with that little reassurance, the tendril at his ear presses

all

the

way

in.

electricity and neurons meet tendrils and light. she snakes through each little crevasse, winding around and into suga's very being, and as she does she picks up each tiny little flare of his neurons. she can feel his own stimulation - how incredible! she can feel him, overwhelmed and stimulated and trying not to cum everywhere. how sweet! but she wants to see him cum now, and so she will. a tiny signal, a brief flare of information, and she floods his system with pleasure - a million tiny whispers, a million kisses, a million tight warmths enveloping him.

come for me, now. ]

[He doesn't have any opportunity to prepare himself. Why would he? That's not a thing you can do, that he should have any expectation that someone could do. But she's not a someone in the usual sense of the world, either.

It's so much. All signals are tumbled up and confused in his mind. All senses are overloaded with her. He can't think of anything else even if he wanted to - he can't think at all.

He comes. He can't not. Every feeling, every speck of sensation is at her whim, now.[

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