#monster fudging

The purr that radiated from Bennu deepened still. And from the back of his mind he felt his other half open its eyes and watch you through his gaze.

It smiled and reached forward. It didn’t yank control away from Bennu,but rather placed its claws over his hands and bled into his psyche.

You would watch as Bennu’s body swelled just a fraction in size. His muscles became more defined and bulged within its material confines.

He wouldn’t let himself drop the entirety of the glamor. But his other half demanded at least some unfiltered touch.

His tanned skin darkened and short, black fur washed over his flesh. He groaned and pulled away from you long enough to tear his clothes off of his growing form.

Claws raked through his shirt but he cast the shreds aside, uncaring and too impatient to return to your succulent mound to take his time undressing.

There was no show this time. No flexing of muscles or dragging fingers over his torso. He just wanted to be pressed against you again.

You felt sharp teeth graze along your inner thighs as Bennu nestled between them. Unable to use his fingers, Bennu released the glamor from his tongue and let it slip between his lips.

It was long and thick. The pink muscle had turned a deep purple with black ridges running along the center. And when it touched you, it carried a cool sensation that relaxed your trembling legs and slicked your walls.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to feast on you until you beg me to stop.” Bennu’s voice was layered with a deep rumble. And the smile was a little too big for his face, allowing the heavy muscle between his lips to easily tease your entrance. And then with one swift movement, Bennu plunged the ribbed tongue into you.