When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was warmth—soft, glowing warmth all around me, like I was lying on self-heating bed. I blinked. This is cozy.
Then I felt it: a different kind of warmth. Down there. Right between my legs.
I shifted just enough to look—and froze.
A woman was there. No, not just a woman. A goddess. A goddess with 8 eyes. wait..augh…Her lips—soft, full, and glistening—were wrapped around my penis, moving slow and deep. My body reacted before my brain could catch up. Heat rushed through me. My hips twitched.
Oh no. Oh god. I'm gonna—
And then it hit me like a truck.
I remembered everything.
I'd been running from that giant black scorpion in the desert. One second I was screaming, the next—got you- I was in the claws of the black scorpion. So I did the next the best thing I could think you I screamed. And Then I blacked out.
I blacked out. Like a damn damsel in a fairy tale.
Me. The guy who joined the army to prove I wasn't soft. The guy who got called "pretty" his whole life. The guy who bulked up just to stop the teasing.
And now? I wake up getting the best head of my life from a monster girl.
"AGGGHHHH—"
I came. Hard.
Three months. Three whole months without so much as touching myself. So yeah, it was a lot. Thick.
The woman pulled back slowly, lips shiny, a strand of white still connecting us. She licked it clean with a slow, satisfied smile.
"AAAAhhh~" she purred, voice like honey and thunder. "Yes. This is the good stuff. I picked a perfect one this time."
Before post-nut clarity: She called me perfect. Someone finally touched me. Thank you, universe. Thank you, scorpion goddess. I will die happy.
After post-nut clarity: Wait. Hold up. In every monster horror story, the hot girl eats the guy after sex. This is a trap. I'm food. But… damn, if I'm gonna die, let it be like this.
She stood up.
And I saw heaven.
And for the first time I truly looked at her. Her face—wasn't human. Not completely. Dozens of gem-like eyes glittered across her cheeks and forehead, swirling with color—deep violet, burning gold, ocean blue. They weren't scary. They were beautiful. Like staring into a kaleidoscope that could read your soul. I can see an eerie intelligence behind those gems.
Well I should be scared by how beautiful I see her rather then her seeing me as food. well what can even say. It's not I can escape from this situation. And as a self defense mechanism I will enjoy it to the fullest.
Her body was a hourglass of white skin, and crowned by two massive, heaving breasts that strained against the air, their white curves flawless and inviting not a single blemish on her skin.
There rosy-pink nipples that stood erect, begging to be teased and sucked. Yes I want to suck those majungas.
From her shoulders rose what appeared to be natural armor—sleek plates of chitinous black exoskeleton, fused seamlessly with her flesh. It hugged her form protectively, accentuating the taper of her waist and the flare of her hips, while leaving her most intimate areas tantalizingly exposed.
But more down I go. I can't help my self alright. Nestled between her thighs was a glistening pussy, slick and swollen with arousal, its delicate folds parting invitingly, dripping with the nectar of her monstrous desire.
But it was what lay beyond that truly surprised me: instead of fragile human legs, she possessed eight powerful scorpion like black legs. Now I understand who she is.
But the main thing was behind her, a beautiful tail. It venomos tip tinged with green liquid. But that thing has a certain alure to it. I didn't knew I like fury wait it's not fury that's just a monster. Even though it is a sexy one.
Her eight eerie legs were moving with precision, supporting her weight while her tail moving behind her.
Sorry, virgin brain activated. I'd let anything with boobs and a pulse ride me right now. But no—wait. I made a promise. No matter how hot, I'm not just gonna roll over.
"Hello!" I blurted, flashing the biggest, goofiest grin I could. If I look too un-tasty, maybe she'll spit me out.
She tilted her head, all eight gem-eyes blinking in waves. "This is… weird," she said in surprise, voice smooth like warm syrup. "You're still breathing? Why aren't you infected?"
Because she was in surprised. "Hello?" she confusedly helloed back, while her black fingers poking my cheek. Poke. Poke.
Infected with what woman? I opened my mouth to ask what she meant, but… boing.
Her breasts swayed as she leaned closer. Full, heavy, perfect F-cups bouncing with every tiny move. Boing. Boing. Boing. Like two pale moons in slow motion. My brain shorted out. Words? Gone. Only boing.
Next thing I knew, she was sitting right beside me, legs folded like a giant spider, tail curling lazily.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, smirking.
"Of course I do," I answered, eyes glued to the boing.
"So… want to fuck?"
"No," I said, still staring. Touch. Want. Touch.
She blinked. All eight eyes. "What?" Maybe She must have heard it wrong, so she asked again.
"Tell me again, boy," she said slowly. "Do. You. Want. To. Fuck?"
"Nooooo," Hyun-woo whined, like a kid told to eat veggies.
Her tail twitched. How can a person be this rock-hard and still have a sane mind 'this is so stupid'?
So she did the only logical thing she could think off.
SLAP!
Hyun-woo cheek burned. His eyes snapped back into focus. He shot upright, rubbing his cheek.
"Ow! Why'd you hit me?!" He wailed, puffing his cheeks like a pouty puppy.
"why are saying you don't want to have sex?" instead of getting his answer he got grilled with another question.
"It's not that I don't want to." Hyun-woo mumbled, looking away, ears red.
"then why?" why are his cheeks getting red.
"I… I promised I'd save my first time for the love of my life."
Silence.
She stared.
"…That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," she said, deadpan.
"Of course you think it's dumb, you easy pussy!"
Hyun-woo slapped a hand over his mouth. Horrified of what did he just said.
"EASY PUSSY?!" she roared.
One second later, her hand was around my throat. Not playful. Squeeze.
"You little shit," she growled, lifting me an inch off the ground with one arm. "You don't seem to understand the position your in."
"I—I'm sorry!" I choked, grabbing her wrist. Her grip was so strong. "You're… the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, I swear! It's just… I know I'm gonna die. I just wanted to die with some dignity, please…"
Hyun-woo voice cracked. Tears pricked in his eyes. he must have looked pathetic right now.
She froze.
People called her a monster. She even heard people saw that she was a whore. She also heard people saw she is a weapon.
But dignity? She never heard a person say that.
For the first time, she looked at him properly.
Broad shoulders, yes. But the face—soft, almost fragile. Brown eyes warm and ordinary, yet shining. Pink lips trembling. Black hair tousled but clean.
Plain. Perfect.
Her grip loosened. He dropped to his knees, coughing. A slow heat bloomed between her thighs.…I'm wet. This is the most ordinary beauriful face she had ever seen.
"Cough-cough! Th-thank… cough …you," he rasped, voice scratchy.
She folded her arms under her bare chest. "You know I can't let you go, right?"
Hyun-woo rubbed his neck and gave the cutest puppy-eyed look. "Why not, miss?"
"Call me Ebonara," she said, smiling like a cat who caught the cream. "And the reason is simple: I don't want to."
He sighed, shoulders sagging. "Yeah… figured." He never knew someone smile could be this beautiful and dangerous at the same time.
He straightened up, chin high. "So, Miss Ebonara, what happens now?"
"Drop the 'miss.' Just Ebo." She stepped closer, hips swaying. Her heavy breasts bounced with every click of her scorpion legs—boing, boing, boing—white, soft, and completely uncovered. "I'll make you my personal fuck-buddy," she purred. "When I'm bored, I'll eat you. Easy."
She stopped inches away, towering over him. Warm breath tickled his face.
Hyun-woo swallowed, but didn't look away. "Can you… be gentle?" he asked, voice steady despite the tears in his eyes. "It's my first time."
Ebonara stared. Damn. This boy is too pretty to eat.
{AN: Hyun-woo is 24, but his soft face, big eyes, and slim build make him look like a 16-year-old boy. People often mistake him for a teen. It's part of why he joined the army—to look tougher. It never worked.}