800 lbs.

The Hunter struggled to no avail; his face pressed into the wet heat of the Rathian’s spread vent. She adjusted her hips, making sure to keep enough pressure on the tiny human such that he couldn’t move. She reveled in the feeling of the human pressing against her slit, his thrashing stimulated the sensitive opening to her vent, lighting up nerve endings that sent a libidinous chill up her spine. This was far better than the rough and short springtime rutting with her male counterpart that often left her sore and egg-bound and relegated to a nest until her time to lay—even better than using her own tongue! She was going to enjoy her time with this creature, he had come to take her life but would either please her until she was a twitching, satisfied mess, or lose his own in the process…

The Hunter struggled, sputtering into the sensitive flesh of a massive, smothering cloaca. Thick fluids dripped and smeared all over the human’s face as velvety flesh pressed his head down into the dirt. Frantically he pounded and struggled against her body to no effect, his fists doing little against the Rathian’s armored underside, but his thrashing set her spines on end and caused her breath to hitch in her throat. She began to grind against the little human, pressing his face into her most sensitive area until her brain was alight with pleasure.

The Hunter was fighting a losing battle. His frantic struggling increased as his breath ran short, only bringing the monster closer to an orgasm that had completely taken the forefront of her mind, pushing out all of her coherent thought—including the need to give her smaller partner air.

Now nearly delirious, the Hunter felt his strength waning. The wyvern’s body was uncomfortably hot; thick, tangy fluids assailed his nose and mouth which he frantically swallowed if only to keep his airway clear. He couldn't breathe, his chest was painfully tight, opening his mouth for breath only gave him a sticky mouthful of monster lubricant, but he had managed to bring his hands close to his face. Blindly, his fingers scrabbled over the delicate scales that lined the Rathian’s slit in a mindless attempt for freedom, but only succeeded in sending her body further toward her release.

The Rathian tensed as she felt a new sensation around her vent. The delicate feeling was so far removed from her own rough tongue or the single-minded treatment of a Rathalos driven by instinct. She was quickly pushed over the edge: her eyes screwed shut and with mantled wings she roared her ecstasy, the tremendous sound echoing all throughout the Ancient Forest. Huffing breaths spilled over her teeth, fire gathered at the edges of her jaws, eyes unfocused, body tense, her muscular passage clenched madly around an object that wasn’t there as the Hunter pressed all of her buttons without even mounting her. Her orgasm seemed to last far longer than any before it, for breathless moments she rode a wave of pleasure that left her body numb, and it wasn’t until her mind came back down from its high that she remembered her situation.

Quickly she stepped off the Hunter’s limp form, turning to examine the small human laid in the dirt. A concerned lick over his face did nothing but spread her own taste over her tongue. She worriedly watched her diminutive lover for signs of life and was relieved to see that he was still breathing. After a short tongue bath for the two of them, she carefully scooped the spent Hunter up in a talon and took to the sky toward her nest.

Rathalos had better find somewhere else to sleep tonight…