But who knows, maybe I'll be able to change an opinion or two about a monster. Either way, I just hope it's enjoyable.)► Show Spoiler
Nobles. Cooks. Mages, blacksmiths, apprentices...whether a high-ranking position of authority or some duty paying meager wages, all these jobholders likely agree on one universal fact: at least they're not the ones cleaning up the waste. That job, in one small village in the westernmost area of the continent, was left to Gregorovich, and it no doubt showed from one glance. This man, an immigrant from the northern islands, stood at a towering height, dwarfing most anyone else in the village. His hardened facial features, stoic expression, and muscular body, were all silent affirmations of the whispered rumors of the harsh conditions of these lands, and the most likely reason so many citizens left their homeland to find better lives.
Unfortunately for Gregorovich, when his ship docked in this simple western village, no grandiose, glorious jobs awaited him. His size and appearance intimidated those who were unaccustomed to him, so jobs constantly in the public eye were out of the question. His grasp of the language was only moderately acceptable, leading too many to assume the man's intellect was less than qualified for anything above menial labor. Unable to harness any sort of magic, too inexperienced with weapon-smithing, unable to meet the head chef's standards of cooking...the poor immigrant was, desperate for any job that would allow him to scrape out an existence and not be deported back to his homeland, forced to take the lowliest and least-dignified job that was available. Thus, Gregorovich's days were spent rummaging through and disposing of waste; discarded food, metallic scraps deemed unfit to forge, expired ingredients to potions, rotted animal parts no longer acceptable to make into food or goods....whatever sort of garbage was tossed aside, it was expected of Gregorovich to collect it over the day, and dispose of it beyond the village walls, usually by burning whatever was flammable. Whatever didn't burn was oh-so-gratefully his to keep, since the village didn't require it. Of course, if someone realized too late that something of value was accidentally thrown away, either to be burned or piled up elsewhere, it inevitably fell to the monolith of a man to sift through piles of disposed items or take the verbal abuse.
After two years of working this job, with no end in sight and no apparent chances of upgrading his position in life, the lifestyle had invariably taken its toll on Gregorovich. When he first landed, he had been quiet, but curious and hopeful in possibilities and his chances for a new lifestyle. Now, however, his head was almost permanently downcast, keeping a low profile as best as possible when out and about, attempting to ignore the fingers pointing and the citizens whispering in his direction. Even if his grasp of their language was not entirely perfect, he understood enough to know that little they had to say about him was positive, only remarks about his appearance and how monstrous and frightening to them he was, his job and how pitiful he must be to be resigned to such a labor...and his stench. The years of working in such a filthy job had imprinted on him in more than just a psychological manner; even with a daily bathing, a vigorous scrubbing, he could not completely eradicate the stench that permeated his skin. No matter the technique he attempted to cleanse himself, there was always a pungent aroma that exuded from him, and that only compounded his issues with socialization, everyone keeping their distance from him simply to save their nose several seconds of irritation. Even his payment was no longer done face-to-face with those who employed him; he simply would find a small pouch of his meager earnings on his doorstep the morning that pay was due.
Today was just another of Gregorovich's usual daily cycles. He had awoken early in the morning, finding this week's payment of ten coins at his doorstep, and stored his earnings away before heading to work once more. Within the village walls he crept about, checking behind the homes and between them, beneath the buildings and in the various nooks and crannies, picking up the disposed bits and pieces and gathering them in his only equipment for the job, a large cloth sack that had seen many a better day. The hours passed, the sun traveled through the sky, and the bag became increasingly full and heavier, until dusk began to encroach upon the walls of the village, signifying the OK for him to end his daily toil. Having traveled the circumference of the civilization at least twice, he had built up a moderate covering of sweat over his body, wiping off a bit from his forehead, internally thinking about how the perspiration no doubt exacerbated his problem with stench. No wonder all the people wished to give him space....hoisting the bag over his shoulder, he crossed through the large wooden gates, taller than even he was, and left it behind, making his way home.
When his problem's with bodily odor began to surface and become noticeable, the employers had "graced" him with a new abode. Before, he had been allowed a low-quality room at the inn, but when complaints about him began to roll in, he was quickly booted out in the interest of the innkeeper's profit margin, relocated rather hastily to a small building a few minutes' walking distance from the city walls, any personal effects of his dumped at the doorstep he was pointed to. An old shack of a home, it was; barely much larger than two rooms, combining the necessities of living, such as a bed, a place to sit, and places to cook, store things, and take care of bodily functions. He lived a simple life, alone amidst the trees. With the daily gathering done, there was only one thing left for him to do before he would retire to his home. A short distance away from his home, there was an open field, a large, circular area of burnt and cleared-off ground that signified the proper spot. As he had done so many times before, Gregorovich dumped the offerings he'd gathered that day unceremoniously onto the ground. Returning to his home for just a moment, he retrieved one of his myriad matches he'd put in reserve for future burnings, returning to the pile as he struck the match, and ignited a particularly flammable corner of the mound. Within a few minutes, the heap was ablaze, Gregorovich's eyes watching the flames flicker and sway about as the waste was obliterated from the heat, slowly but surely. Like the rest of the job, this act left a pungent aroma in the air, and the trash disposer stood for only a few more minutes before he had to leave, letting the pile burn itself out over the course of the night, to have any remnants gathered the next morning.
His bag emptied, his duty done for the day, and the fire started and well on its way to fizzling out during the middle of the night, there was nothing left for Gregorovich to do but retire to his abode, the wooden door creaking as it welcomed the massive man within its walls. The lingering scent of the fire from the distance wafted in through the window, which was malfunctioning in design to the point where it couldn't be opened or closed beyond a certain length of open space. Setting his emptied sack on a nearby hook next to a coat hanging from the same kind of hook, he moved to the small kitchen area, setting some water to boil and beginning preparations for his dinner: a few cups of tea and some cooked pieces of meat he was able to buy from the butcher...who had a clothespin on his nose when he took part in this transaction, of course. After a few minutes of boiling gathered water and heating his beef and pork products above a flame, he was slowly and quietly sampling his dinner for the night, finishing up quickly before cleaning up, and heading towards his bed, only a half-dozen steps away from what could be considered his "kitchen." With a slump, he sat down on the old, weathered mattress. A wooden dresser next to his bed housed a book he had read at least a half-dozen times, its pages stained and creased, no better than when he had collected it amongst another day's load of garbage to be collected. Gregorovich considered beginning yet another read-through of the book, but decided not to delve into the text this time, instead laying himself back against his bed, sighing as he started to get comfortable. The window next to his bed allowed him to see into the distance, the orange-colored light in the distance alerting him to the fire's continued existence, the warmth of the night leaving him still with a modest sheen of sweat, as he closed his eyes and began to let sleep drift him from one day to the next...
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Something was brushing up against him. Something uncomfortable. Something strange. Something...different. Gregorovich's dreamless sleep was being interrupted by some unusual sensation, the large man mumbling incoherently as his eyelids fluttered, slowly opening his gray-brown eyes, blinking as he tried to gain his vision back from the clutches of sleep. The flickering orange light in the distance still cast a light into his home, giving him aid in identifying exactly what it was that was causing him distress.
"Mmm....ha...ah...."
Gregorovich's eyes shot open as his gaze was met with the visage of some female form before him. He was currently staring at the neckline of someone...something, the inhuman creature currently atop his body, its face going about his own, currently near his forehead. Gregorovich was struggling to take in the feminine-formed insect's features, while weakly attempting to push her off as she straddled him like this. Pale violet wings fluttered and twitched with high-pitched buzzes--the mark of a skull was imprinted on her right set--and he could see an insect abdomen sticking out from just above the girl's butt. Her hair, messy and falling all over herself and him as she rubbed her face against his, was a darker shade of violet in comparison to her wings. As he attempted to shift himself out from beneath her, he found himself being held down by thick, chitinous claws that replaced her hands, solid and unyielding, even to his strength. Despite her strength, though, her entire body shape lent itself more towards a teenage woman, somewhere in the midst of the height of youth.
"Nnn....more....I need more...." The insect-girl was panting into his ears, before kissing at his forehead, flicking her tongue against his skin, confirming that the uncomfortable feeling he had woken up to was her tongue against his flesh, as she licked rapidly over his face, his eyes closing as her tongue flicked near it, still shifting beneath her, even as she began to suck on his skin. It took Gregorovich a moment to realize that she was sucking the perspiration off his body, gasping afterward like a dehydrated woman partaking of refreshment for the first time in days. All while this happened, her body was grinding against him, and he was becoming aware that if this girl was wearing anything remotely resembling clothing, it was scant, at best, her nether regions grinding against his left leg, her chest against his, the shirt he wore having been raised to reveal his bare chest some time during the night. "Salty....so salty...!" she moaned, her voice low, throaty, almost scratchy, her face moving down from his forehead, dragging her tongue across his temple, to his cheek, then circling his ear, eliciting a gasp from the large man as the strange sensations wouldn't stop. The cool sensation of her saliva drying where she licked would only be drowned out by the feeling of fresh coats of the warm liquid being applied each time her tongue flicked out, her hot breath tickling against his skin with each desperate pant she let out.
"S-Stop!" he cried out, attempting to push against her grip. "I...I am..." he searched for the right words to express in this half-learned language. "...stinky!" he concluded, rather desperately. For all his times here in this new land, his odor had prevented him from approaching or being approached by a woman, and now here he was being accosted by some type of inhuman beast, cleaning the fluid from him with her tongue.
"I know!" the girl immediately responded, before suckling on his earlobe, making Gregorovich shudder as he heard, right next to him, the sounds of her slurping, before she popped off to lick at his neck. Against his conscious judgement, this attention he was receiving was causing his body to respond in turn, near his waist..."I could smell your stink from a mile away! So fucking strong, so pungent....ye gods, where have you been all my life?!" she said, voice sounding full of desperation and desire; Gregorovich was understandably confused at that sort of response. He sharply inhaled when he felt the girl's lips latch onto his neck again, suckling away more and more of the salty moisture that coated his body, the skin on his neck tightening as the girl's suction took hold, his moisture replaced with the slick sensation of her saliva. "Mmph....ahh...." She was panting and slurping away ravenously, until finally, almost reluctantly, she popped away, to raise herself up to look over him, a glint of desire clear in her bright yellow eyes. Her mouth was curved into a most mischievous grin, and her tongue flicked across her lips as her wings twitched with another buzz, the rapid fluttering cooling Gregorovich's skin with the air it brushed against him. "God, that's good...you're so sweaty, so salty....it's delicious! I'll be creaming myself before I've even gotten to the good stuff!" she said, the bluntness of her mannerisms only adding to the image of desperate hunger and passion she was subjecting him to. Still holding him down with her deceptively-strong claws, she lowered herself down to his chest, her smooth skin sliding against his, her flesh warm and soft as her face neared his chest, and once again, he was subjected to the assault of her tongue, a soft moan escaping him as her tongue slid warmly over his chest in large swatches, cleaning off the sweat he had gone to sleep in. In only seconds, the hungry insect-girl had replaced all the salty grime he had covering him with her warm, slick saliva, cooling against his chest as it dried, leaving him breathing heavily to try and control himself, and the raging fire within him, burning hotter than the fire outside could ever hope to.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp sensation against his chest once more, different from the rest, as the insect took one of his nipples into her mouth, cleaning it of any residual sweat and flicking her tongue against it. Apparently seizing an opportunity, she lunged her face upward, taking advantage of Gregorovich's open mouth to clamp her lips onto his, immediately invading his mouth with her tongue. The salty taste of her sweat-soaked tongue burned inside his mouth, as she swirled the muscles inside his mouth, exploring it like she had done with his body, frantically slapping it from one side to the other, wrestling with his own tongue; Gregorovich wasn't even sure whether he was attempting to resist or kiss back. All he knew was the girl was passionately entwining her tongue with his, sending myriad of flavors across his taste-buds, salty the dominant taste, so strong he could nearly smell the sweat from both himself and her. As the kiss continued, the bug-girl periodically pulled back, as if trying to extract herself, but refusing to let go of Gregorovich's lips. Eventually, through tenacity and the man's desperation to breathe, his lips parts, allowing her to hold onto his tongue, suckling on it like a treat, and only releasing it to suck down the saliva she had drained from his mouth, leaving the gargantuan man to pant heavily, as much from arousal as a necessity to regain his breath from her frenzy.
The bug girl shuddered as she licked her lips again. "Ahh...It's just as salty and tasty...fuck...I'm so soaked, I'm flooding like a river...Dammit, I can't take it, I need your rod!" she panted out, turning her body with almost malevolent intent towards his nether regions, his raging erection standing proud against his clothes, nearly ready to rip a hole through the fabric to escape and gain some relief. A flick of her tongue followed by another breeze-stirring twitch of her buzzing wings was all the warning he got, before the girl's body flattened against his, as she quickly went about tearing at his pants in order to free his member.
"W-Wai..." Gregorovich couldn't even get out a single word before his body was forced to move under the insect's grip, his pants slid away to reveal his rock-solid penis, garnering an almost deliriously happy laugh from the monster looking down at it.
"Well, hell! I figured you'd be big, but not like this. Oh, just look at all this delicious cock..." she breathed out, her face just inches from his organ, her hot, lust-hazed breathing brushing against it and making it twitch as if nervously anticipating her next move. Which, naturally, given the girl's hunger and impulsiveness, came quickly, as the slick, warm flesh of her tongue slid down from the tip of his penis all the way down to the base, swirling around the sticky, sweatiest part of him for several seconds, before returning back upward, flicking off the tip with an excited gasp from the bug-girl as she licked her lips appreciatively. Without a blunt statement on how delicious it was, she immediately returned to the same process, smoothly traveling down an unlicked side of his shaft and coating it with her saliva, before swirling her tongue around the base and licking up anything even remotely like sweat or filth, before returning up to lick her lips and savor the taste he was giving her. Gregorovich had already been driven to the edge of his limitations even before he was exposed, so this was not helping his resistance. By the fourth time her tongue slid up his member, he could no longer hold back, a low, lengthy groan forced from him as his manhood began to spasm in the insect's strong, alien grip, bursting out streaks of white liquid, which splattered messily against the girl's face as she yelped in a mix of surprise in delight. After she saw his twitches and orgasmic movements, she quickly opened her mouth, hovering over his tip as she jerked her hand up and down his shaft, the thick, strong material that composed it strangely smooth and pumping out his cum in even thicker, larger bursts, as she licked her lips and gulped down each shot before catching the next.
Once he'd stop cumming, the girl released his manhood, which still stood stiff even after such an explosive orgasm, and her hands flew to her face, rubbing over the spots where his liquid lust had stained her. Her movements slathered her skin in his semen, and when she pulled away, whatever smears of white were remaining on her hands quickly vanished as she hungrily lapped at them like a starving woman, cleaning them off, slowly shivering in what looked like pure ecstacy, wings buzzing and twitching sporadically as her breath came out in a shuddered moan. "Oh....so good...so good!" she gasped out, before one hand, cleaned of his offering, went down to between her legs, and even with her back turned to him, Gregorovich knew what she must be doing, especially given the little gasps and squeals she made as her large, solid fingers worked themselves against her. "More. Gotta have more!" she said, voice still full of wanton need, and before Gregorovich could process her words, she was already once again making a meal of his dick, her sticky hands working across the shaft, tongue now rapidly lapping at the tip, almost dog-like in its intensity.
Gregorovich had been floored throughout most of this, first restrained by the girl's grip, then kept from moving due to shock and the pleasure and relief he had finally felt. This time, however, with the girl's back to him, her hands working against his shaft and his balls, her hips raised in the air, swaying so tantalizingly....He had originally thought of attempting an escape, but as her butt shifted left, then right before him, he caught glimpses of her most intimate parts, slick and glistening with moisture. He was transfixed. He had not been with a woman of any sort since his days in the old country. Now here was a woman who had already violated him with a desire greater than he ever thought possible, and still continued to sample him, all while...whether purposely or not, he couldn't be sure...tempting him with her body just inches away. Any thoughts of escaping left the hulking man's mind, instead filling with intent to enjoy himself, reaching up to grasp at the girl's buttocks, the flesh sinking beneath his grip, eliciting a surprised yelp from the girl. All it took was a single glance from her, and she knew what his intent was, and went straight back to sampling all the tastes his fluids and flesh from his loins would offer her, clamping her hot mouth all around his shaft, applying furious suction to the upper half, while stroking those strange hands against the bottom, rough yet smooth in their friction. Raising his head to get nearer, Gregorovich used his hands to spread her a little, both her legs and the lower lips, the strong heat and scent reaching his face as he closed in, the insectoid abdomen hovering just above his head, as his tongue flicked across her nether lips, the girl twitching just from that, but not even slowing in her oral assault. The taste filled up Gregorovich's tongue in no time, a salty, strong flavor, and an equally strong scent from her filled his nostrils. So used to the stenches of his everyday life, this strange girl's scent was a welcome reprieve to him, and only seemed to heighten his arousal, his desire to taste more of her. Mere seconds later, he was sampling the girl's juices at nearly the same frenzy she attempted to sate him, their moans mingling together, even while muffled from being stuffed full of the others' flesh.
Gregorovich spread her further, snaking his tongue into her folds like his tongue was a hungry beast all its own, more of her salty, bitter flavor assaulting his taste-buds as he squirmed about and experimented all the places he could reach, to find that one spot that worked above all others. A gasp from his impromptu lover, which resulted in her mouth widening and taking the entirety of his manhood down to the hilt, alerted him to having found the spot, deep with her inner walls, and hungrily, almost manic, he lapped away at it, while the bug trembled in his grip, sporadically sucking on the large object impaled in her mouth. Even muffled as they were, her moans were heightening in pitch, and Gregorovich knew she was close. The only question was who would burst forth first, as the man was also treading precariously near a second orgasm. The sounds of hungry slurping and sucking continued, until finally, a victor was decided, as the girl's inner walls twitched and her body bucked beneath Gregorovich's grip, flooding his tongue with more powerful tastes, while the vibrations of the muffled moans her orgasm had sent her through massaged his manhood enough to make his second orgasm burst forth, the insect's eyes flying open, sucking and stroking his cock with new vigor as he pumped and flooded her mouth full of his seed. Even after the pair of them had finished cumming, several seconds of idle suckling and caressing came about, until finally they separated mouth from loins at the same time, Gregorovich falling weakly back to the bedsheets, while the insect-girl atop him turned her body around, legs spread as she straddled his torso, lower lips continuing to actively flow their juices, while she licked her lips again, a monstrous finger teasing at the corner of her smile. "So you like the taste of pussy as much as I love cock, eh? Well, now you've done it..." she said, with a playful menace, as she reached back, taking hold of his manhood and stroking it, keeping it from softening, forcing it up to full strength once again. "Now you've made my pussy hungry...it's just aching for a great big helping of meat!" she said with a low giggle, sliding her slick lower lips across his torso, coating him with yet another layer of warm, intimate fluids, as she began to align her hips with his, butt raised into the air as she started to position herself just above his cock, her lips hungrily attempting to open up and welcome him within, just from the very second her entrance touched the top of his penis. With nothing but another lick of her lips, the girl sank down, enveloping his sensitive, post-orgasm penis within her folds, his gasp of pleasure drowned out by the hungry howl of delight his lover emitted.
She was incredibly tight and hot inside, overshadowing any memories of former lovers Gregorovich had had before. Her inner walls burned at his shaft, feeling like the most pleasurable scalding of his life, muscles undulating to squeeze at various parts of his length, the deepest parts of her insides pushed inward just slightly from the end of his dick, twitching inside her in pleasure, each twitch making his entire body feel as if his entire body was throbbing, burning with the same lust-fueled fire. The girl's inhuman hands were at her chest, teasing at the less than moderate bosom she had, nipples standing stark against the pale flesh, breath coming out in little heaves as she started to grind her body, shifting the way her muscles undulated around his cock with each movement, another finger teasing at her lips as she started to lick it, and suck on it, perhaps just as much out of arousal as for the possibility of residual flavors to be found on her hand. Little moans came from her amidst the hungry slurping and heavy panting, as her hips began to rise, then fall, relieving parts of Gregorovich's shaft an exposing them to cool air over his moisture-covered cock, before sinking down to warm them with her inner walls once more. The action had started out slow, but much like everything else she had subjected him to, the insect girl's passions increased as the act went on, her own ministrations helping her build up steam, as less and less time did any part of Gregorovich's manhood see time spent without being confined to her pussy, his aged, worn bed beginning to squeak lightly as the bug started to pound her hips against him, her arms going from her body to his arms, pinning him to the bed as she rode him faster and faster, her low, guttural moans quickly progressing to squeals, then screams of lustful delight, her own abdomen striking against her backside from the flow of movements as she rose and fell against his loins, slapping them together with wet sounds that even drowned out the squeak of the bed. Gregorovich panted and gasped beneath her, too weak to attempt any sort of resistance, and too mesmerized by her lust to even think of such. All he could focus on was the intense heat around his cock, and the rapidly building heat within it. Two orgasms had all but eliminated any amount of staying power he still had, and after several minutes of having his body pressed into the sheets, he grunted out another pleasured cry, his loins on fire as he filled the girl's hole full of his liquid, in shorter, smaller bursts than before, but still more than enough. As soon as she felt her pussy violated by his seed, the bug pushed herself down, swallowing him to the hilt once more, grinding and rotating her hips and not allowing a single drop to be shot anywhere but the deepest parts of her nether regions. Even with the preceding emissions lowering his output, Gregorovich spurted out enough that excess liquid began to ooze out from the bug's nether region, which she, naturally, scooped up with her large chitinous hands, slurping away with another shuddering groan of desire.
"Still not enough...one more...just give me one more dose of that delicious cock-cream!" she panted out, and to Gregorovich's eternal surprise, her hips began to move again, not even allowing him to escape and allow more of his cum to leak out, sending a new wave of sensations, as the slick hot insides of the girl's pussy were now coated with the sticky, slippery addition of his cum, staining his cock each time her hips pulled away to sink back, pushing deeply into him and grinding against him, as if to make sure the creamy liquid would coat every internal nook and cranny she possessed. Even quicker was the build up to full speed this time, as the bug girl slammed against him once more, gripping his arms tightly beneath the solidness of her insectoid hands, the slippery splat of their hips slamming together echoing in his head, which was getting more and more hazed with exhaustion from all this action, even if he had hardly done anything.
Weakly, he panted and opened his mouth, attempting to form some type of statement to slow this girl down. "S...Stop....I...."
"Shh...!" the girl breathed out, interrupting his meager resistance by forcing her lips on his open mouth once again, her tongue invading his with sweet, salty tastes once more, clamping her lips on his tongue after extracting it from his mouth once again to suck his saliva down into her hungry gullet, all while subjecting him to a furious pummeling of their loins together. Weakly, submitting almost completely to the will of this creature, Gregorovich raised his arms to wrap around the girls body, hands behind her soft, if messy, hair to pull her closer, deepening the kiss, and subjecting her to the tongue-sucking maneuver, no doubt shocking her greatly from the way her movements suddenly disrupted, taking a second to regain their previous ferocity as the deep kiss became a mutual effort, the only stops taken to quickly regain their breath before coating and mixing their saliva together in their mouths. Gregorovich had finally hit his true limit, however; even now, he could feel his body straining just to remain solid, and the familiar travel of sperm from where it was stored, his hands reaching down to grasp again at the soft flesh of the girl's backside, grunting with effort as he slammed it down, just in time to burst one last time, softening inside her even as he came, filling her up one last time with cum. Having expressed surprise when he grabbed her butt, the bug girl's back arched once more as her insides were flooded, her gaze moving to the ceiling, her eyes starting to roll just slightly back, her wings flapping furiously as a high-pitched buzz echoed throughout the entire home, as both parties had their final orgasm, collapsing back to the bed afterward....
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Gregorovich was groggy, his eyes opening as he realized he must have passed out or something, immediately after that final orgasm. He would have assumed that he was simply waking up from the fevered dreams of a very lonely man....except he was waking up to the sight of the insect-girl from the supposed "dreams" licking at his still exposed, and still flaccid, penis, slurping up at any juices that might possibly have remained, and maybe just because she seemed to enjoy it.
Noticing he had finally woke up, the girl turned to him with a grin, wiping some drool off on the back of her hand as she sidled up to lay next to him, propping herself up with one arm as she rested on her side. "Holy hell, that was awesome! I ain't had a good fuck like that in fuck knows how long!" she said exuberantly, gesturing wildly with her other hand. Silent Gregorovich just took in her words and the surroundings, noting that both the fire from outside had finally burned out, and that the girl appeared cleaner than before, particularly below, and no doubt had cleaned up any and all excess semen he had spurted inside her. "I gotta get me some more of you....hey, what is your name anyway?" the girl asked, shaking him out of his quiet observation.
Shyly, his head slightly lowered, he mumbled out his introduction. "Gregorovich..."
"Blegh, too long a name." the girl said, reaching under his chin to pull his gaze up with a grin. "From now on, I'm gonna call you Greg! Ya got that, Greg?" she asked.
"But..."
"Now, Greg, I don't want you even thinkin' about taking a bath or somethin', now that you got me around." the girl interrupted, barely giving him a chance to really think, let alone speak. "Oh, don't give me that look, ya think I'm gonna let ya go after a fuck like that, and all that tasty cream...and let's not forget that manly stench!" she said, once again with energy, as she leaned in closely, taking a deep sniff of "Greg's" neckline, shuddering with glee after having her fill. "Oh, yeah...I can't wait until you're hard again, I'm just achin' for some more of that. Anyway, ya got that, Greg? Do whatever ya want, especially whatever makes ya smell so good, but no baths. Ya ever feel like takin' one, you see me....I'll 'clean' ya up real good!" she said, bringing a hand up to her face and flicking her tongue slowly across it for emphasis.
Gregorovich was understandably confused at this entire situation, and the girl's mannerisms and way of speaking made it even more tricky than usual to fully grasp her exact words. But, one thing was certain, the most important thing. Finally, after years of being ostracized for what his job had done to him, he was no longer alone. In fact, the job had now apparently brought this admittedly cute, if inhuman and insanely hedonistic, woman to him. Slowly, a smile began to form on his face, as he wrapped his large arms around her and pulled her close.
At least now, he had someone with him who considered being dirty a good thing.
Unfortunately for Gregorovich, when his ship docked in this simple western village, no grandiose, glorious jobs awaited him. His size and appearance intimidated those who were unaccustomed to him, so jobs constantly in the public eye were out of the question. His grasp of the language was only moderately acceptable, leading too many to assume the man's intellect was less than qualified for anything above menial labor. Unable to harness any sort of magic, too inexperienced with weapon-smithing, unable to meet the head chef's standards of cooking...the poor immigrant was, desperate for any job that would allow him to scrape out an existence and not be deported back to his homeland, forced to take the lowliest and least-dignified job that was available. Thus, Gregorovich's days were spent rummaging through and disposing of waste; discarded food, metallic scraps deemed unfit to forge, expired ingredients to potions, rotted animal parts no longer acceptable to make into food or goods....whatever sort of garbage was tossed aside, it was expected of Gregorovich to collect it over the day, and dispose of it beyond the village walls, usually by burning whatever was flammable. Whatever didn't burn was oh-so-gratefully his to keep, since the village didn't require it. Of course, if someone realized too late that something of value was accidentally thrown away, either to be burned or piled up elsewhere, it inevitably fell to the monolith of a man to sift through piles of disposed items or take the verbal abuse.
After two years of working this job, with no end in sight and no apparent chances of upgrading his position in life, the lifestyle had invariably taken its toll on Gregorovich. When he first landed, he had been quiet, but curious and hopeful in possibilities and his chances for a new lifestyle. Now, however, his head was almost permanently downcast, keeping a low profile as best as possible when out and about, attempting to ignore the fingers pointing and the citizens whispering in his direction. Even if his grasp of their language was not entirely perfect, he understood enough to know that little they had to say about him was positive, only remarks about his appearance and how monstrous and frightening to them he was, his job and how pitiful he must be to be resigned to such a labor...and his stench. The years of working in such a filthy job had imprinted on him in more than just a psychological manner; even with a daily bathing, a vigorous scrubbing, he could not completely eradicate the stench that permeated his skin. No matter the technique he attempted to cleanse himself, there was always a pungent aroma that exuded from him, and that only compounded his issues with socialization, everyone keeping their distance from him simply to save their nose several seconds of irritation. Even his payment was no longer done face-to-face with those who employed him; he simply would find a small pouch of his meager earnings on his doorstep the morning that pay was due.
Today was just another of Gregorovich's usual daily cycles. He had awoken early in the morning, finding this week's payment of ten coins at his doorstep, and stored his earnings away before heading to work once more. Within the village walls he crept about, checking behind the homes and between them, beneath the buildings and in the various nooks and crannies, picking up the disposed bits and pieces and gathering them in his only equipment for the job, a large cloth sack that had seen many a better day. The hours passed, the sun traveled through the sky, and the bag became increasingly full and heavier, until dusk began to encroach upon the walls of the village, signifying the OK for him to end his daily toil. Having traveled the circumference of the civilization at least twice, he had built up a moderate covering of sweat over his body, wiping off a bit from his forehead, internally thinking about how the perspiration no doubt exacerbated his problem with stench. No wonder all the people wished to give him space....hoisting the bag over his shoulder, he crossed through the large wooden gates, taller than even he was, and left it behind, making his way home.
When his problem's with bodily odor began to surface and become noticeable, the employers had "graced" him with a new abode. Before, he had been allowed a low-quality room at the inn, but when complaints about him began to roll in, he was quickly booted out in the interest of the innkeeper's profit margin, relocated rather hastily to a small building a few minutes' walking distance from the city walls, any personal effects of his dumped at the doorstep he was pointed to. An old shack of a home, it was; barely much larger than two rooms, combining the necessities of living, such as a bed, a place to sit, and places to cook, store things, and take care of bodily functions. He lived a simple life, alone amidst the trees. With the daily gathering done, there was only one thing left for him to do before he would retire to his home. A short distance away from his home, there was an open field, a large, circular area of burnt and cleared-off ground that signified the proper spot. As he had done so many times before, Gregorovich dumped the offerings he'd gathered that day unceremoniously onto the ground. Returning to his home for just a moment, he retrieved one of his myriad matches he'd put in reserve for future burnings, returning to the pile as he struck the match, and ignited a particularly flammable corner of the mound. Within a few minutes, the heap was ablaze, Gregorovich's eyes watching the flames flicker and sway about as the waste was obliterated from the heat, slowly but surely. Like the rest of the job, this act left a pungent aroma in the air, and the trash disposer stood for only a few more minutes before he had to leave, letting the pile burn itself out over the course of the night, to have any remnants gathered the next morning.
His bag emptied, his duty done for the day, and the fire started and well on its way to fizzling out during the middle of the night, there was nothing left for Gregorovich to do but retire to his abode, the wooden door creaking as it welcomed the massive man within its walls. The lingering scent of the fire from the distance wafted in through the window, which was malfunctioning in design to the point where it couldn't be opened or closed beyond a certain length of open space. Setting his emptied sack on a nearby hook next to a coat hanging from the same kind of hook, he moved to the small kitchen area, setting some water to boil and beginning preparations for his dinner: a few cups of tea and some cooked pieces of meat he was able to buy from the butcher...who had a clothespin on his nose when he took part in this transaction, of course. After a few minutes of boiling gathered water and heating his beef and pork products above a flame, he was slowly and quietly sampling his dinner for the night, finishing up quickly before cleaning up, and heading towards his bed, only a half-dozen steps away from what could be considered his "kitchen." With a slump, he sat down on the old, weathered mattress. A wooden dresser next to his bed housed a book he had read at least a half-dozen times, its pages stained and creased, no better than when he had collected it amongst another day's load of garbage to be collected. Gregorovich considered beginning yet another read-through of the book, but decided not to delve into the text this time, instead laying himself back against his bed, sighing as he started to get comfortable. The window next to his bed allowed him to see into the distance, the orange-colored light in the distance alerting him to the fire's continued existence, the warmth of the night leaving him still with a modest sheen of sweat, as he closed his eyes and began to let sleep drift him from one day to the next...
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Something was brushing up against him. Something uncomfortable. Something strange. Something...different. Gregorovich's dreamless sleep was being interrupted by some unusual sensation, the large man mumbling incoherently as his eyelids fluttered, slowly opening his gray-brown eyes, blinking as he tried to gain his vision back from the clutches of sleep. The flickering orange light in the distance still cast a light into his home, giving him aid in identifying exactly what it was that was causing him distress.
"Mmm....ha...ah...."
Gregorovich's eyes shot open as his gaze was met with the visage of some female form before him. He was currently staring at the neckline of someone...something, the inhuman creature currently atop his body, its face going about his own, currently near his forehead. Gregorovich was struggling to take in the feminine-formed insect's features, while weakly attempting to push her off as she straddled him like this. Pale violet wings fluttered and twitched with high-pitched buzzes--the mark of a skull was imprinted on her right set--and he could see an insect abdomen sticking out from just above the girl's butt. Her hair, messy and falling all over herself and him as she rubbed her face against his, was a darker shade of violet in comparison to her wings. As he attempted to shift himself out from beneath her, he found himself being held down by thick, chitinous claws that replaced her hands, solid and unyielding, even to his strength. Despite her strength, though, her entire body shape lent itself more towards a teenage woman, somewhere in the midst of the height of youth.
"Nnn....more....I need more...." The insect-girl was panting into his ears, before kissing at his forehead, flicking her tongue against his skin, confirming that the uncomfortable feeling he had woken up to was her tongue against his flesh, as she licked rapidly over his face, his eyes closing as her tongue flicked near it, still shifting beneath her, even as she began to suck on his skin. It took Gregorovich a moment to realize that she was sucking the perspiration off his body, gasping afterward like a dehydrated woman partaking of refreshment for the first time in days. All while this happened, her body was grinding against him, and he was becoming aware that if this girl was wearing anything remotely resembling clothing, it was scant, at best, her nether regions grinding against his left leg, her chest against his, the shirt he wore having been raised to reveal his bare chest some time during the night. "Salty....so salty...!" she moaned, her voice low, throaty, almost scratchy, her face moving down from his forehead, dragging her tongue across his temple, to his cheek, then circling his ear, eliciting a gasp from the large man as the strange sensations wouldn't stop. The cool sensation of her saliva drying where she licked would only be drowned out by the feeling of fresh coats of the warm liquid being applied each time her tongue flicked out, her hot breath tickling against his skin with each desperate pant she let out.
"S-Stop!" he cried out, attempting to push against her grip. "I...I am..." he searched for the right words to express in this half-learned language. "...stinky!" he concluded, rather desperately. For all his times here in this new land, his odor had prevented him from approaching or being approached by a woman, and now here he was being accosted by some type of inhuman beast, cleaning the fluid from him with her tongue.
"I know!" the girl immediately responded, before suckling on his earlobe, making Gregorovich shudder as he heard, right next to him, the sounds of her slurping, before she popped off to lick at his neck. Against his conscious judgement, this attention he was receiving was causing his body to respond in turn, near his waist..."I could smell your stink from a mile away! So fucking strong, so pungent....ye gods, where have you been all my life?!" she said, voice sounding full of desperation and desire; Gregorovich was understandably confused at that sort of response. He sharply inhaled when he felt the girl's lips latch onto his neck again, suckling away more and more of the salty moisture that coated his body, the skin on his neck tightening as the girl's suction took hold, his moisture replaced with the slick sensation of her saliva. "Mmph....ahh...." She was panting and slurping away ravenously, until finally, almost reluctantly, she popped away, to raise herself up to look over him, a glint of desire clear in her bright yellow eyes. Her mouth was curved into a most mischievous grin, and her tongue flicked across her lips as her wings twitched with another buzz, the rapid fluttering cooling Gregorovich's skin with the air it brushed against him. "God, that's good...you're so sweaty, so salty....it's delicious! I'll be creaming myself before I've even gotten to the good stuff!" she said, the bluntness of her mannerisms only adding to the image of desperate hunger and passion she was subjecting him to. Still holding him down with her deceptively-strong claws, she lowered herself down to his chest, her smooth skin sliding against his, her flesh warm and soft as her face neared his chest, and once again, he was subjected to the assault of her tongue, a soft moan escaping him as her tongue slid warmly over his chest in large swatches, cleaning off the sweat he had gone to sleep in. In only seconds, the hungry insect-girl had replaced all the salty grime he had covering him with her warm, slick saliva, cooling against his chest as it dried, leaving him breathing heavily to try and control himself, and the raging fire within him, burning hotter than the fire outside could ever hope to.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp sensation against his chest once more, different from the rest, as the insect took one of his nipples into her mouth, cleaning it of any residual sweat and flicking her tongue against it. Apparently seizing an opportunity, she lunged her face upward, taking advantage of Gregorovich's open mouth to clamp her lips onto his, immediately invading his mouth with her tongue. The salty taste of her sweat-soaked tongue burned inside his mouth, as she swirled the muscles inside his mouth, exploring it like she had done with his body, frantically slapping it from one side to the other, wrestling with his own tongue; Gregorovich wasn't even sure whether he was attempting to resist or kiss back. All he knew was the girl was passionately entwining her tongue with his, sending myriad of flavors across his taste-buds, salty the dominant taste, so strong he could nearly smell the sweat from both himself and her. As the kiss continued, the bug-girl periodically pulled back, as if trying to extract herself, but refusing to let go of Gregorovich's lips. Eventually, through tenacity and the man's desperation to breathe, his lips parts, allowing her to hold onto his tongue, suckling on it like a treat, and only releasing it to suck down the saliva she had drained from his mouth, leaving the gargantuan man to pant heavily, as much from arousal as a necessity to regain his breath from her frenzy.
The bug girl shuddered as she licked her lips again. "Ahh...It's just as salty and tasty...fuck...I'm so soaked, I'm flooding like a river...Dammit, I can't take it, I need your rod!" she panted out, turning her body with almost malevolent intent towards his nether regions, his raging erection standing proud against his clothes, nearly ready to rip a hole through the fabric to escape and gain some relief. A flick of her tongue followed by another breeze-stirring twitch of her buzzing wings was all the warning he got, before the girl's body flattened against his, as she quickly went about tearing at his pants in order to free his member.
"W-Wai..." Gregorovich couldn't even get out a single word before his body was forced to move under the insect's grip, his pants slid away to reveal his rock-solid penis, garnering an almost deliriously happy laugh from the monster looking down at it.
"Well, hell! I figured you'd be big, but not like this. Oh, just look at all this delicious cock..." she breathed out, her face just inches from his organ, her hot, lust-hazed breathing brushing against it and making it twitch as if nervously anticipating her next move. Which, naturally, given the girl's hunger and impulsiveness, came quickly, as the slick, warm flesh of her tongue slid down from the tip of his penis all the way down to the base, swirling around the sticky, sweatiest part of him for several seconds, before returning back upward, flicking off the tip with an excited gasp from the bug-girl as she licked her lips appreciatively. Without a blunt statement on how delicious it was, she immediately returned to the same process, smoothly traveling down an unlicked side of his shaft and coating it with her saliva, before swirling her tongue around the base and licking up anything even remotely like sweat or filth, before returning up to lick her lips and savor the taste he was giving her. Gregorovich had already been driven to the edge of his limitations even before he was exposed, so this was not helping his resistance. By the fourth time her tongue slid up his member, he could no longer hold back, a low, lengthy groan forced from him as his manhood began to spasm in the insect's strong, alien grip, bursting out streaks of white liquid, which splattered messily against the girl's face as she yelped in a mix of surprise in delight. After she saw his twitches and orgasmic movements, she quickly opened her mouth, hovering over his tip as she jerked her hand up and down his shaft, the thick, strong material that composed it strangely smooth and pumping out his cum in even thicker, larger bursts, as she licked her lips and gulped down each shot before catching the next.
Once he'd stop cumming, the girl released his manhood, which still stood stiff even after such an explosive orgasm, and her hands flew to her face, rubbing over the spots where his liquid lust had stained her. Her movements slathered her skin in his semen, and when she pulled away, whatever smears of white were remaining on her hands quickly vanished as she hungrily lapped at them like a starving woman, cleaning them off, slowly shivering in what looked like pure ecstacy, wings buzzing and twitching sporadically as her breath came out in a shuddered moan. "Oh....so good...so good!" she gasped out, before one hand, cleaned of his offering, went down to between her legs, and even with her back turned to him, Gregorovich knew what she must be doing, especially given the little gasps and squeals she made as her large, solid fingers worked themselves against her. "More. Gotta have more!" she said, voice still full of wanton need, and before Gregorovich could process her words, she was already once again making a meal of his dick, her sticky hands working across the shaft, tongue now rapidly lapping at the tip, almost dog-like in its intensity.
Gregorovich had been floored throughout most of this, first restrained by the girl's grip, then kept from moving due to shock and the pleasure and relief he had finally felt. This time, however, with the girl's back to him, her hands working against his shaft and his balls, her hips raised in the air, swaying so tantalizingly....He had originally thought of attempting an escape, but as her butt shifted left, then right before him, he caught glimpses of her most intimate parts, slick and glistening with moisture. He was transfixed. He had not been with a woman of any sort since his days in the old country. Now here was a woman who had already violated him with a desire greater than he ever thought possible, and still continued to sample him, all while...whether purposely or not, he couldn't be sure...tempting him with her body just inches away. Any thoughts of escaping left the hulking man's mind, instead filling with intent to enjoy himself, reaching up to grasp at the girl's buttocks, the flesh sinking beneath his grip, eliciting a surprised yelp from the girl. All it took was a single glance from her, and she knew what his intent was, and went straight back to sampling all the tastes his fluids and flesh from his loins would offer her, clamping her hot mouth all around his shaft, applying furious suction to the upper half, while stroking those strange hands against the bottom, rough yet smooth in their friction. Raising his head to get nearer, Gregorovich used his hands to spread her a little, both her legs and the lower lips, the strong heat and scent reaching his face as he closed in, the insectoid abdomen hovering just above his head, as his tongue flicked across her nether lips, the girl twitching just from that, but not even slowing in her oral assault. The taste filled up Gregorovich's tongue in no time, a salty, strong flavor, and an equally strong scent from her filled his nostrils. So used to the stenches of his everyday life, this strange girl's scent was a welcome reprieve to him, and only seemed to heighten his arousal, his desire to taste more of her. Mere seconds later, he was sampling the girl's juices at nearly the same frenzy she attempted to sate him, their moans mingling together, even while muffled from being stuffed full of the others' flesh.
Gregorovich spread her further, snaking his tongue into her folds like his tongue was a hungry beast all its own, more of her salty, bitter flavor assaulting his taste-buds as he squirmed about and experimented all the places he could reach, to find that one spot that worked above all others. A gasp from his impromptu lover, which resulted in her mouth widening and taking the entirety of his manhood down to the hilt, alerted him to having found the spot, deep with her inner walls, and hungrily, almost manic, he lapped away at it, while the bug trembled in his grip, sporadically sucking on the large object impaled in her mouth. Even muffled as they were, her moans were heightening in pitch, and Gregorovich knew she was close. The only question was who would burst forth first, as the man was also treading precariously near a second orgasm. The sounds of hungry slurping and sucking continued, until finally, a victor was decided, as the girl's inner walls twitched and her body bucked beneath Gregorovich's grip, flooding his tongue with more powerful tastes, while the vibrations of the muffled moans her orgasm had sent her through massaged his manhood enough to make his second orgasm burst forth, the insect's eyes flying open, sucking and stroking his cock with new vigor as he pumped and flooded her mouth full of his seed. Even after the pair of them had finished cumming, several seconds of idle suckling and caressing came about, until finally they separated mouth from loins at the same time, Gregorovich falling weakly back to the bedsheets, while the insect-girl atop him turned her body around, legs spread as she straddled his torso, lower lips continuing to actively flow their juices, while she licked her lips again, a monstrous finger teasing at the corner of her smile. "So you like the taste of pussy as much as I love cock, eh? Well, now you've done it..." she said, with a playful menace, as she reached back, taking hold of his manhood and stroking it, keeping it from softening, forcing it up to full strength once again. "Now you've made my pussy hungry...it's just aching for a great big helping of meat!" she said with a low giggle, sliding her slick lower lips across his torso, coating him with yet another layer of warm, intimate fluids, as she began to align her hips with his, butt raised into the air as she started to position herself just above his cock, her lips hungrily attempting to open up and welcome him within, just from the very second her entrance touched the top of his penis. With nothing but another lick of her lips, the girl sank down, enveloping his sensitive, post-orgasm penis within her folds, his gasp of pleasure drowned out by the hungry howl of delight his lover emitted.
She was incredibly tight and hot inside, overshadowing any memories of former lovers Gregorovich had had before. Her inner walls burned at his shaft, feeling like the most pleasurable scalding of his life, muscles undulating to squeeze at various parts of his length, the deepest parts of her insides pushed inward just slightly from the end of his dick, twitching inside her in pleasure, each twitch making his entire body feel as if his entire body was throbbing, burning with the same lust-fueled fire. The girl's inhuman hands were at her chest, teasing at the less than moderate bosom she had, nipples standing stark against the pale flesh, breath coming out in little heaves as she started to grind her body, shifting the way her muscles undulated around his cock with each movement, another finger teasing at her lips as she started to lick it, and suck on it, perhaps just as much out of arousal as for the possibility of residual flavors to be found on her hand. Little moans came from her amidst the hungry slurping and heavy panting, as her hips began to rise, then fall, relieving parts of Gregorovich's shaft an exposing them to cool air over his moisture-covered cock, before sinking down to warm them with her inner walls once more. The action had started out slow, but much like everything else she had subjected him to, the insect girl's passions increased as the act went on, her own ministrations helping her build up steam, as less and less time did any part of Gregorovich's manhood see time spent without being confined to her pussy, his aged, worn bed beginning to squeak lightly as the bug started to pound her hips against him, her arms going from her body to his arms, pinning him to the bed as she rode him faster and faster, her low, guttural moans quickly progressing to squeals, then screams of lustful delight, her own abdomen striking against her backside from the flow of movements as she rose and fell against his loins, slapping them together with wet sounds that even drowned out the squeak of the bed. Gregorovich panted and gasped beneath her, too weak to attempt any sort of resistance, and too mesmerized by her lust to even think of such. All he could focus on was the intense heat around his cock, and the rapidly building heat within it. Two orgasms had all but eliminated any amount of staying power he still had, and after several minutes of having his body pressed into the sheets, he grunted out another pleasured cry, his loins on fire as he filled the girl's hole full of his liquid, in shorter, smaller bursts than before, but still more than enough. As soon as she felt her pussy violated by his seed, the bug pushed herself down, swallowing him to the hilt once more, grinding and rotating her hips and not allowing a single drop to be shot anywhere but the deepest parts of her nether regions. Even with the preceding emissions lowering his output, Gregorovich spurted out enough that excess liquid began to ooze out from the bug's nether region, which she, naturally, scooped up with her large chitinous hands, slurping away with another shuddering groan of desire.
"Still not enough...one more...just give me one more dose of that delicious cock-cream!" she panted out, and to Gregorovich's eternal surprise, her hips began to move again, not even allowing him to escape and allow more of his cum to leak out, sending a new wave of sensations, as the slick hot insides of the girl's pussy were now coated with the sticky, slippery addition of his cum, staining his cock each time her hips pulled away to sink back, pushing deeply into him and grinding against him, as if to make sure the creamy liquid would coat every internal nook and cranny she possessed. Even quicker was the build up to full speed this time, as the bug girl slammed against him once more, gripping his arms tightly beneath the solidness of her insectoid hands, the slippery splat of their hips slamming together echoing in his head, which was getting more and more hazed with exhaustion from all this action, even if he had hardly done anything.
Weakly, he panted and opened his mouth, attempting to form some type of statement to slow this girl down. "S...Stop....I...."
"Shh...!" the girl breathed out, interrupting his meager resistance by forcing her lips on his open mouth once again, her tongue invading his with sweet, salty tastes once more, clamping her lips on his tongue after extracting it from his mouth once again to suck his saliva down into her hungry gullet, all while subjecting him to a furious pummeling of their loins together. Weakly, submitting almost completely to the will of this creature, Gregorovich raised his arms to wrap around the girls body, hands behind her soft, if messy, hair to pull her closer, deepening the kiss, and subjecting her to the tongue-sucking maneuver, no doubt shocking her greatly from the way her movements suddenly disrupted, taking a second to regain their previous ferocity as the deep kiss became a mutual effort, the only stops taken to quickly regain their breath before coating and mixing their saliva together in their mouths. Gregorovich had finally hit his true limit, however; even now, he could feel his body straining just to remain solid, and the familiar travel of sperm from where it was stored, his hands reaching down to grasp again at the soft flesh of the girl's backside, grunting with effort as he slammed it down, just in time to burst one last time, softening inside her even as he came, filling her up one last time with cum. Having expressed surprise when he grabbed her butt, the bug girl's back arched once more as her insides were flooded, her gaze moving to the ceiling, her eyes starting to roll just slightly back, her wings flapping furiously as a high-pitched buzz echoed throughout the entire home, as both parties had their final orgasm, collapsing back to the bed afterward....
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Gregorovich was groggy, his eyes opening as he realized he must have passed out or something, immediately after that final orgasm. He would have assumed that he was simply waking up from the fevered dreams of a very lonely man....except he was waking up to the sight of the insect-girl from the supposed "dreams" licking at his still exposed, and still flaccid, penis, slurping up at any juices that might possibly have remained, and maybe just because she seemed to enjoy it.
Noticing he had finally woke up, the girl turned to him with a grin, wiping some drool off on the back of her hand as she sidled up to lay next to him, propping herself up with one arm as she rested on her side. "Holy hell, that was awesome! I ain't had a good fuck like that in fuck knows how long!" she said exuberantly, gesturing wildly with her other hand. Silent Gregorovich just took in her words and the surroundings, noting that both the fire from outside had finally burned out, and that the girl appeared cleaner than before, particularly below, and no doubt had cleaned up any and all excess semen he had spurted inside her. "I gotta get me some more of you....hey, what is your name anyway?" the girl asked, shaking him out of his quiet observation.
Shyly, his head slightly lowered, he mumbled out his introduction. "Gregorovich..."
"Blegh, too long a name." the girl said, reaching under his chin to pull his gaze up with a grin. "From now on, I'm gonna call you Greg! Ya got that, Greg?" she asked.
"But..."
"Now, Greg, I don't want you even thinkin' about taking a bath or somethin', now that you got me around." the girl interrupted, barely giving him a chance to really think, let alone speak. "Oh, don't give me that look, ya think I'm gonna let ya go after a fuck like that, and all that tasty cream...and let's not forget that manly stench!" she said, once again with energy, as she leaned in closely, taking a deep sniff of "Greg's" neckline, shuddering with glee after having her fill. "Oh, yeah...I can't wait until you're hard again, I'm just achin' for some more of that. Anyway, ya got that, Greg? Do whatever ya want, especially whatever makes ya smell so good, but no baths. Ya ever feel like takin' one, you see me....I'll 'clean' ya up real good!" she said, bringing a hand up to her face and flicking her tongue slowly across it for emphasis.
Gregorovich was understandably confused at this entire situation, and the girl's mannerisms and way of speaking made it even more tricky than usual to fully grasp her exact words. But, one thing was certain, the most important thing. Finally, after years of being ostracized for what his job had done to him, he was no longer alone. In fact, the job had now apparently brought this admittedly cute, if inhuman and insanely hedonistic, woman to him. Slowly, a smile began to form on his face, as he wrapped his large arms around her and pulled her close.
At least now, he had someone with him who considered being dirty a good thing.
