#monster garou

“Are you sure about this?”

Garou's wings unfurled above them, blocking out a wide streak of the star-laden sky. The glow of the gaps between his plating provided just enough light that Mumen could see the the hesitation on his face.

“Yes,” Mumen said. “Are you?”

Garou nodded quickly. His wings moved, a slow flap, enough that Mumen felt it on his face but not so much as ruffling the grass around them.

Mumen smiled, stretching his arms above his head lazily, leaving his torso unguarded. Garou's fingers twitched, once, and then one hand slowly moved down to rest lightly on Mumen's chest. From the tip of his claws to the heel of his palm, the hand covered Mumen nearly to his navel. It didn't seem quite right that Mumen could feel his body heat even through the fabric of his shirt, but it radiated from his skin like a furnace.

His breath was even hotter. When Garou lowered his head to nuzzle against the side of Mumen's face and neck - it wasn't like he could kiss without lips - Mumen felt like he was being steamed.

One thick finger hooked under the hem of Mumen's shirt and pulled it up. Garou's face moved down to rub against his stomach, his fangs parting slightly, just enough to let his tongue dart out and taste Mumen's skin.

"Any good?" Mumen asked.

Garou looked up at him in mute befuddlement, and Mumen realized his thoughts were probably pretty far from whatever Garou was thinking.

"How do I taste?" Mumen clarified, and thankfully Garou laughed. A soft, breathy chuckle.

"Delicious."

He seemed to take that as permission, because now his tongue came out in earnest. It was the hottest part of him yet, very nearly uncomfortable, moving across Mumen's skin in hard wet strokes. Another hand fumbled with Mumen's zipper, Garou's fingers too thick to find the pull, until Mumen threw him a bone and opened them himself.

His tongue dipped inside without waiting for permission. Mumen felt newly-damp fabric of his underwear sticking to his skin, his pants moving down his hips inch by inch as Garou tried oh-so-carefully to remove them. The fact that he didn't want to tear Mumen's clothes off – but was very much capable of it – was almost as thrilling as that long tongue finally finding Mumen's stiffening cock.

Garou hummed in pleasure. He worked his tongue over Mumen's crotch until he had him rock-hard, then yanked his underwear down to get full access.

Mumen felt the elastic strain, but not snap.

Damp skin exposed to the night air got cold quickly, but Garou's body was crouched over Mumen's form, his wings making a pocket of warmth. He barely let Mumen stay exposed either, getting right back to licking Mumen's cock like a popsicle melting in the sun.

Mumen groaned, arching into his touch. This was nothing like he'd ever felt before, that massive tongue covering all his good spots at once, rippling and probing like Garou wanted to taste every inch of him.

But, nice as it was, it wasn't enough. Mumen wriggled and murmured, “Garou...”

Garou's head rose, licking his chops before pulling his tongue back into his mouth. “No good?”

“Very good. But I want more of you.”

Garou nuzzled Mumen's thigh. “You've already got all of me, you know that.”

Mumen smiled, despite the situation. “You know what I mean.”

His jaw flexed, fangs clenched, and slowly Garou sat up. He looked very different like this, but the body language was always the same. Mumen knew he was aroused even before he saw the monster jutting from his crotch.

“Oh,” he said, mildly.

That was different too. It had triangular nubs – almost like spikes – around the head, and the shaft was plated like the rest of Garou's body. The size alone meant that Mumen wasn't sure he'd be able to take it, but even if he did it probably wouldn't feel very good.

“Okay,” Mumen said. “Well, you'll have to take care of me afterward.”

Garou let out a huff. “You're too good for me.”

“I'm not all good,” Mumen said. “If I was, I wouldn't enjoy being indecent in public this much.”

“Nobody's around for miles,” Garou said. He leaned over Mumen's body, once again shielding him from the night sky. "I did tell you this wasn't going to work."

“You did.” Mumen glanced down at him again. It was nearly as big as Mumen's thigh, and that was saying something... “I- I'm game to try, but...”

“I'm not,” Garou said. “I'm not going to hurt you.”

“Okay, okay.” Mumen was a little relieved... and a little disappointed too. He kind of wanted to be able to say he rode a monster.

“Just let me...” Garou's head moved back down to Mumen's chest, teeth already parted in anticipation.

“A little more,” Mumen conceded. “Then, I've got an idea.”

-

He had to undress himself, out of concern for Garou's strength and the integrity of his clothes, though he resisted the urge to fold any of it. Garou's gaze lingered on his body the whole time, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick his chops.

Mumen found the bottle he was looking for hidden away in the picnic basket he'd packed. The food had been forgotten the moment they were alone, but he'd anticipated that too and there was nothing that wouldn't keep for a few hours.

“I told you,” Garou said when he saw the bottle. “I'm not going to-”

“Not that.” Mumen leaned over, knees together and ass in the air. “We've tried it this way before, remember? Between my thighs.”

“O- oh.” The glow from Garou's body got redder, the light slightly dimming but the heat only growing. He looked like a fireplace.

“Sounds good?”

“Yeah,” Garou's voice came out in a growl.

Mumen started to spread lube between his legs, and the moment he finished he had a massive hand on his hip and another on his upper arm to lift him.

And a third on his side, just below his ribs.

“Oh! That's new.”

“Sorry,” Garou muttered.

“Not complaining.”

Four arms now maneuvered Mumen into place beneath Garou's body. Only the tips of his toes were touching the ground, the rest of him cradled and supported by his monstrous lover. He felt a hot breath on his neck as something rock-hard nudged at the back of his legs.

There was just barely enough give for Garou's cock to slide between them. Mumen was worried that might be painful, but Garou's breath caught for a second, then came out in a sigh. “Y'feel so good,” he mumbled.

“You too,” Mumen said.

It was the truth. That big cock was pushing past his own, smooth friction on his balls and the head. With his free arm, Mumen pressed down slightly on his dick to get more contact. The heat wasn't as shocking since he'd already felt Garou's tongue.

Another growl, and Garou's hips met Mumen's backside. He was almost sitting on Garou's cock, and from the way it felt he wasn't sure it wouldn't support his weight if he was.

“You can move,” Mumen said, “I don't need to adjust for thi-”

Garou obeyed before Mumen could finish the thought. His hips slapped against Mumen's ass, his iron rod pistoning between Mumen's thighs. There was no point in resisting, Mumen leaned back and let himself be used like a toy. Hands hoisted him up further until they were both tilted enough that Mumen could look up at the stars until pleasure had his eyes drifting shut.

Back and forth, heat and friction, Garou's panting and moaning in his ears. Mumen couldn't say how long it took before his peak was approaching, but he leaned his head back against Garou's chest to warn him. “I'm close, I'm close, Garou.”

All he got in return was a harsh growl, but that was enough. Mumen spilled over Garou's cock as it was moving, his liquids added to the artificial ones. The friction was too much now, overstimulating, making him feel like he wanted to pull away. Instead he reached down and stretched his hand around as much of Garou's shaft as he could, his fingers quickly coated in lube and cum, but he stroked along with Garou's movements and swiped his thumb across the soft parts.

Garou choked, his breath stuttering, his movements losing rhythm. It was only a second before Garou was coming.

Thick ropes of come splattered across the ground, shooting out of Garou's cock with so much force that it missed the blanket entirely. In his muddled haze, Mumen let out a chuckle that he was still glad about that even at a time like this.

At least, until Garou collapsed and he was trapped beneath him.

He wasn't crushed. Garou was still using his six (or more?) limbs to hold himself just barely off the ground. But Mumen could feel the fluids dripping from his legs, hot and sticky, soaking into the fabric below his knees.

Garou let out a groan and flopped onto his side. The red light from his body went back to that comparatively dull magma glow Mumen was used to, his breathing slowing down. Mumen was vaguely aware that he too was catching his breath, but he couldn't stop watching Garou's body. Even now, even when he couldn't be aroused by it, Mumen loved to look at him.

“Any good?” Garou said, with a toothy grin.

“Very,” Mumen said. He wriggled over on the soiled blanket to kiss Garou's face and settled in to cuddle against his chest.

“You liked it?”

“A lot.”

“And that definitely wasn't just to make me happy?”

Mumen gave him the most incredulous look he could muster. “Definitely not, Garou. Believe me.”

Garou looked down at him, eyes mismatched but both full of passion. “You wouldn't lie to me,” Garou said.

“Never,” Mumen said.

“You're just a freak then.”