Predator and Prey

Tags: Tentacles, gentle-femdom, happy ending, pegging.

It had been long day of hunting for anon. Seven miserable hours spent trekking through the forest, and he had nothing to show for his time or the arrows he had wasted on game that had evaded him. His failure left a sour taste in his mouth and he didn’t at all look forward to another night of tubers and whatever else he could scavenge before returning home empty handed. Grumbling under his breath, he continued to follow a promising game-trail. He had another couple of bells before he would need to make camp.

At least the weather was nice. Small blessing, but at least he wouldn’t be cold.

The woods weren’t particularly dangerous for the experienced woodsman, as long as he didn’t get gored by the boars he particularly enjoyed eating. The only real challenge was to not fall for the seductive charms of the forest’s other residents.

As he trekked through the growth, he recalled the old tales of monsters and death that had originated in forests just like this one. They had not been pleasant. Man-eating beasts, carnivorous plants, poisonous flora and deadly spores- the unprepared or inexperienced quickly succumbed to one danger or another. But this had all been several generations ago. With the rise of a Succubus as the new “demon” Lord, things had quickly changed- sometimes by force.

It was almost funny in a perverse way. The very forest had changed to attract and accommodate human visitors. If an unsuspecting human were to wander in, all would seem quiet and pleasant under its green canopy. Most everything that had been particularly dangerous to humans had been changed until they weren’t. Those that hadn’t changed, were exterminated or driven far, far from human lands.

Thus, had begun the age of Mamono. Once demons bent on the extermination of humanity, now they were a people that sought peace, and an end to war and suffering. He snorted to himself as the cynic in him pointed out how well that was going. So far, the Order seemed determined to continue its crusade against them, and Mamono extremists were justifying increasingly disturbing methods to end the war quickly for the "greater good".

This very forest was an example of one of the more benign ways they employed to bring about such peace, and the world they hoped to build.

The monsters, along with some of the more-dangerous beasts, had long ago been replaced with beautiful and alluring women, eager to take a human male as a mate. Instead of poison, the bright and delicious smelling fruits were full of nectar that would slowly arouse and relax the human body. The pollen of the many species of flowers were almost universally potent aphrodisiacs and their delightful scent carried far on the wind. The worst possible fate that could befall any human, man or woman, here was a long life of sexual bliss. The perfect way to gently bring humans into the Mamono’s fold while also serving as a buffer against those who wished harm against them and their mates.

Dying in these woods would take effort, which made it the perfect place to hunt mundane game. He just had to not get caught.

Thinking about game reminded him of how hungry he was. He had just enough jerky left for a few chewy mouthfuls, but hardly enough for a meal. Walking past all the bright fruit, and knowing that he could eat none of it, annoyed him. He had no interest in being taken as a husband by one of the denizens of the forest.

But surely one piece couldn’t hurt. Stopping at a tree, he plucked one that he assumed was ripe. Upon cutting it open he found it full and delicious-looking, and his nose was greeted by the delightful smell of sweet fruit. Staring down at the pieces in his hands, he knew they would be more than he could eat while resisting the fruit’s effects. With great difficulty he wrapped and stored one piece away and took a bite of the remaining. The smell was already making him drool, and he bit into it with gusto.

It was heavenly. Thick, fruity, and wonderfully sweet. The taste coated his tongue and mouth, and juice ran down his chin. The smell and taste assaulted his senses and left him wanting more. Suddenly ravenous, he tore into it with renewed hunger, and relished the flavor with each juicy bite. Within moments he had finished the rest. Looking at his sticky and now empty hands, he felt a brief flash of amusement at how quickly he had succumbed to hunger. But feeling full was quite pleasant all things considered.

He decided to move on before he could help himself to another. Already, he could feel his mind becoming as syrupy as the fruit he had just devoured. It had settled comfortably in his stomach, and the taste and smell remained to cloud his mind. Potent as his half was, he was struggling to ignore the warmth spreading throughout his body and the small part of him that now wanted to wander the forest in search of something sweeter. Just one more delicious piece and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist the forest’s call. He briefly considered doing just that before pushing the thought away.

And boy did it try. With his body now awakened to feelings and urges he had tried to suppress since entering, the forest’s charms were much more difficult to ignore. The sounds and beauty of the natural world took on a nearly dream-like quality as he waked beneath the canopy. He found himself relaxed and smiling as he listened to the birds sing their songs from the trees. The vegetation seemed to glow with health and the sunlight through the leaves dazzled him. Even the very wind seemed to plot against him as it carried scents of pleasures unexplored to attempt to enrapture his mind and lead him astray.

Every ounce of willpower was devoted to staying on the path. Deep down, he knew that this was how many bachelors met their “end” in these woods. Stumbling around and filled with need until they wandered past one of the many residents who would take it upon themselves to “help” them. The scent of a lustful male would surely be spreading throughout the area, and there was always the chance of stumbling upon a hungry flower.

Perhaps a wolf-girl would appear between the trees, sweat running down her toned body and panting with lustful need. He’d think of fleeing of course, but the sight of her delicious feminine body would leave him rooted in place. Then it would be a single, long passionate kiss begging for his surrender to his animal instinct, and he’d find himself deep inside of her, her moans-

The snap of a small branch startled him out of his fantasy. He flushed in shame at his lapse. He didn’t recognize this area. His heart beating, he realized he had turned from the trail and had walked an unknown distance into the woods. Worse, he wasn’t sure if he could trust his instinct on how to return to the trail. He’d have to guess and try to make his way back. He knew he should be panicking but a traitorous part of him was excited at what was to come if he failed.

By the time the sun was beginning to set he realize how seriously he had overestimated himself and underestimated the power of the forest. His whole body burned with lust and it was a struggle to fight the urge to drop to his needs and take care of himself and wait to be found, or to run through the woods and find one of the Mamono himself.

 “Ara, Ara. What do we have here?”

He froze as the voice spoke from the nearby bushes.

“Is that a young man I smell? Why don’t you say hello?”

The bushes parted as two limbs reached out and revealed the voice behind them. A plant girl. Then realization struck him. Those were tentacles. Two of a very large mass reaching towards him. And stopping. He was just outside of their reach, and they wiggled impotently inches away from his body.

She pouted as her tentacles strained towards him. They reached and squirmed for a moment before pulling back into the mass around her.

“This is unfortunate,” she laughed. “I don’t suppose you’ll come a bit closer?”

The girl at least had a sense of humor to match his own.

“I’m really not much of a tentacles guy” he tried. “Perhaps you know a nice wolf-girl?”

“I’m afraid not,” she smiled. “But I can smell the fruit you ate and the lust you feel. We both know something is going to catch you sooner or later, or you’ll give up and go looking. Perhaps I can change your mind about my tentacles…”

It was hard to ignore her beautiful, athletic body, or the way her tentacles had begun stoking it. Coiling around her breasts that would be the perfect size to cup in his hand. Slipping down her hips towards her…

'Oh my.'

His face grew hot as he watched her, but he couldn’t make himself look away. She laughed and settled back into the mass of plant and tentacles, making sure to give him a full and dynamic view of what she had to offer, as she continued to stroke herself.

“You’re not afraid of me.” It was more of a statement than a question, but he shook his head in reply anyway.

“I come from a place where we know that mamono aren’t monsters,” he said. His eyes were again drawn toward her shameless display. “I know that you aren’t going to eat or kill me.”

She laughed again. It was a very pleasant sound, really.

“Eat you? Mmm. Only in a manner of speaking. Though I prefer the word *devour*.”

He blushed, imagining what that would entail. How good being devoured by her would feel. It was becoming so hard to think. Why was he even trying to fight it? Why not surrender and let her have her way with him? There were certainly less-appealing mamono to submit to.

“Why not let me help you relax?” she purred. “Just imagine, hours wrapped up tight in my tentacles as I slowly milk you again and again, unable to do anything but enjoy it. How good it will feel to surrender to me completely and let me take care of you.”

Her voice was almost hypnotic. He was indeed imagining how that would feel. In very vivid detail.

“If you’re a good boy I’ll make sure to reward you…”

All he had to do was turn around and walk away. Instead, he found himself stepping forward.

She smiled. The smile of a predator that knows full well that her prey couldn't escape. Didn’t want to escape. Still caressing her body, she slowly reached tentacles to grasp at his legs.

“You *are* a good boy.” she purred. Her voice was now a low, sultry tone. “That’s it, come closer, I don’t bite. Well… you’ll enjoy it when I do~”

As he was gently pulled closer, other tentacles reached out to coil around him possessively, drawing him closer and ensuring he couldn’t escape even if he had wanted to. Began to wander into his clothing and caress his aroused body. A moment later and he was pulled fully into her waiting embrace. She giggled again as she drew him close until her breasts pressed against his chest, making him blush. Several tentacles had busied themselves at his outer thighs while others reached under his shirt to stroke the muscles beneath.  She gave him an appreciative look as she explored his body.

“My, you are handsome,” she giggled. “I bet you’ll be delicious.”

He let out a soft moan as the tentacles slowly worked their way to more sensitive flesh. Warm brushes and tongues had begun licking and caressing their way upwards and teasing at the insides of his thighs while he squirmed. His arms were spread out to each side, making him shudder as tentacles explored sensitive areas he hadn’t been aware of. His pants had grown very uncomfortable, and pressed up against her as hard as he was, he knew she was very aware of it. She seemed to be growing excited too, because she let out a moan of her own.

“A word of advice human, after you make noises like that, a mamono will never let you go” she said with husky voice, gazing into his eyes playfully.

Her violet eyes were deep pools, and remarkably beautiful. She gave him a sultry look as he lost himself in them, and two tentacles reached around the back of his head and gently pulled his face to hers.  Sparks went off in his brain as her soft lips found his in a long, passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. He was breathless when she pulled his face away to look into his eyes again, her own full of lust, and only had a moment to catch his breath before she pulled him back for another- this time far more lustful. Her tongue slipped past his lips and brushed against his own to coax him to come out and meet hers. He happily surrendered and a moment later, after a fierce battle, pushed her back to explore her mouth. He was rewarded with a full-body squeeze and her happy moan into his mouth. When they finally broke apart, they were both panting with need.

“Hmmm, so eager… and I promised you a reward. Licking her lips, she eyed the bulge in his pants. “Why don’t we start by getting these clothes off?”

Her dexterous tentacles quickly peeled off his clothing. He shivered as several more tentacles reached up to taste his newly exposed flesh. It felt incredible, like being massaged by hundreds of warm tongues. They were slow to work their way to where he wanted them most. She gave him a coy look as he whimpered.

“Foreplay, dear. I need you nice and relaxed. Now turn over for me.”

With impressive strength, she flipped him until his back was pressed against her. He rested on the plant mass that made up her lap, his head resting against her breasts. Wasting no more time, a small tentavle gently coiled around his balls and began to knead and caress his aching sack like the softest hand. His legs were grasped at the ankle and knees and drawn up and apart.

“Now just relax…”

He was startled as something warm and wet pressed itself against his backdoor. The sensation unfamiliar sensation made him squirm in her grasp. Her tentacles only coiled around tighter as the one on his anus began to take exploratory licks. Though the sensation was entirely alien, his body began to react.

She wasted no time in wrapping one of her feelers around his rapidly hardening cock. He gasped and quivered as it gave him several slow and sensual strokes while she continued to lick him below and fondle his balls. The remainder of her tentacles continued to busy themselves with the rest of his body, making sure no part went un-caressed and coated in her slime. Strange mouth tentacles gave his nipples exploratory licks before latching on, making him hiss and curl his toes in pleasure as they nibbled and suckled futilely. Despite the strangeness, he couldn’t hold back the moan as he was already being brought to his limit. Then to his body’s horror, she released her hold on his member.

He whimpered and writhed futilely in her grasp, desperate for the briefest touch that would send him over the edge. His struggled only earned him the tightening of the tentacles around his body, and a nibble on his ear, reminding him that he wasn’t in control. He was food to be devoured at her leisure.

“Not so soon, my pet” she growled between nibbles. The raw sexual need in her voice made him shiver. “When I let you cum you’ll be so out of your mind with pleasure that the whole forest will hear you scream.”

She held him like this until his shaking stopped. Throughout this forced time-out, her caresses on the rest of his body had never slowed. Now, his whole body was utterly relaxed as the mixture of lust, aphrodisiacs, and effects of her slime reduced his mind and body to compliant putty. Her lips worked their way from his ear, trailed kisses down his neck, then settled on his shoulder.

“Such a good boy” she purred. “All relaxed now. I believe I promised you a reward. Would you like it?”

“Goddess yes” he gasped. Sexual desperation had long ago removed any rational thought.

“Yes, *Mistress*.” she corrected with another nip at his ear. He blushed. “I’ll make you a deal: as long as you can remember to breath and relax, I won’t stop. Will you do that?”

“Yes, Mistress.” he moaned. He was so far gone, he’d happily agree to be her play-thing forever if it meant getting to release himself in one of her tentacles. A tentacle reached up to gently stroke one of his cheeks.

“Good boy.”

With that, she resumed her ministrations. A feeler reached down and began to caress his once-again hardening member, making him moan in happiness. She gave him a gentle body-squeeze and cooed.

“This is where you humans belong,” she purred. “Naked and joined with us. Once our kinds were enemies but look how happy you are now. One day this will be shared throughout the whole world.”

He only moaned in reply, beyond really caring about such things, just wishing she’d stroke him faster. Her caresses were agonizingly slow, and he was powerless to do anything about it. The tentacle at his back door was beginning to press insistently against him, making him squirm. He couldn’t deny how good it felt.

And then it slipped inside of him.

He jerked as his relaxed sphincter gave way to the well-lubricated invader. Despite the unpleasant feeling of something inside of he was unable to anything but squirm in his relaxed stupor. She once again tightened her grip on his body, but this time continued to stroke his cock. The tentacle inside pulled out slightly, before effortlessly sliding in just a bit deeper than before. A tentacle cupped his chin and tilted his head to look up at her. She grinned mischievously down on him.

“I thought you said you wanted your reward,” she said with an innocent voice. “You just need to relax, and I promise you’ll beg me for more.”

In and out. In and out. As it pushed in deeper, he discovered that the tentacle gradually thickened as well. A few minutes later, and it was reaching several inches inside of him at a time and seemed to have reached its maximum thickness. Just thick enough to make him feel filled, but not painful in the slightest. The tentacle seemed to self-lubricate and had settled on a steady rhythm. Meanwhile, he began to be aware of the other sensations that had been lost in the strangeness. The slow, tender stroking his cock, and the massage of the rest of the writhing mass.

As he relaxed, new tentacles resumed tasting his other sensitive areas. His balls were once again gently fondled, while tongues slipped out of the odd mouth-tentacles to draw slow circles around his areolas.  His nipples began to harder and as they traced there way closer and closer. He gasped as a tongue flicked across one, then both resumed their earlier teasing and sucking.

The more he relaxed, the better the tentacle working his ass began to feel, and the harder it was to stifle the moans that threatened to spill out. He was being well and truly fucked, and despite the perversity, he knew he didn’t want it to stop. In fact, he wanted more. She seemed to sense this, and a moment later the tentacle slipped in just a bit deeper than before, curling upward ever so slightly as it did.
It was like bolt of pleasure-lightning going through his body. He hissed and arched his back while his toes curled, and his hands squeezed at the tentacles working through his fingers. It then slid out until only the tip was inside of him, before sliding home again. Lightning once again coursed through his body. His hips began to feel very warm and he began to writhe in her grasp as she fucked him, the tentacle inside beginning to speed up.

“Oh, Mistress.”

Within a few minutes his hips were reflexively rocking in time with the tentacles, caught in a delicious trap. With every movement he either worked the tentacle inside of him that much deeper, or worked his cock through the feeler milking him. Words couldn’t describe how good it felt. His body felt as though it was melting. His breaths became mewls of pleasure, and then increased in volume until they were raw, guttural moans. The pleasure was rapidly becoming almost too much to bear, but his beautiful tormentor only began to stroke him faster.

As he teetered on the edge, his face was once more drawn up to hers. Her eyes were glazed over as she gazed into his, her lips slightly parted as she panted. In that moment, the rest of the world didn’t exist for either of them. There was only the pleasure they shared, and the wet noises her tentacles made as she fucked his whole body. No words needed to be said.

A long, soft tug on his aching sack pushed him over. His howl became a scream as his whole body jerked and his vision went white. Her tentacles tightened reflexively as he convulsed, preventing him from hurting himself as ecstasy tore his mind asunder. Every stroke of the milking tentacle and accompanying pulse of ejaculation was met with a tightening of his ass around the tentacle sliding against his prostate- the result being there was no way to tell if the jets of thick cum were being pushed or pulled out. He struggled to breath and could only manage chocked gasps as it went on and on.

It couldn’t have lasted more that a moment, but it felt like an eternity before his body spasmed and fell back into the mamono’s embrace, utterly spent. His mind was still white with pleasure, and he wasn’t aware the tentacles holding him shifting his body. He was gently spun to the side in what would have been her lap, his upper half drawn up to rest the mamono’s bosom. She held him close in a tender embrace while the afterglow washed him away, her tentacles mostly an unmoving cocoon save for a few moving along his back and running through his hair and across his scalp.

When awareness returned, he wordlessly smiled up at the woman above him, her eyes the first thing he saw as awareness returned. Her own smile was so warm and tender that his heart almost skipped a beat. She gave him another gentle squeeze, and he relaxed against her with a content sigh. Neither of them was eager to spoil it the moment.

“Hi,” she said sometime later.

He mumbled something incomprehensible into her chest in reply.

“I promised that I was going to make you scream” she giggled. “I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

He looked up and her and blushed, unable to think of anything to say. ‘Enjoy’ was putting it lightly- he was pretty sure the experience was seared into his brain. He remembered something a mamono passing through his hometown had said. About how their kind delighted into making men prisoners of their bodies. How no man could resist a mamono after a single night of coupling and would then forever be a slave of the pleasure and love she would give him.

How mamono always had a knack for finding that they would come to love and be loved by.

“I’m willing to admit that I may have too quick to rule out your tentacles.” he tried. Her laughter was infectious, and he found himself laughing along.

“Just one of your mistakes tonight, but I am so happy to hear you say that” she said. Her smile morphing from laughter to mischief. “Because I’m far from done with you.”

His body was spun and shifted to meet her face against face. Her eyes were now level with his, and her waist was against his own. Tentacles began to stir to life, and he realized what was about to happen. His face flushed bright red, making the mamono giggle as she gave him bedroom eyes.

“Don’t look so nervous” she smirked. “After what we just did, you’re hardly an innocent virgin.”

His arms were drawn up and around her shoulders and bound against her back as he was cocooned against her. A tentacle slipped between them to wrap around his already rock-hard cock, which was apparently eager for round two.

“After all that fruit I’ll get to milk you for hours before you’re empty” she purred. Her face was flushed and her eyes once again that of predator. “Tonight, my pet, I am the huntress and you are the prey.”

He felt a moment of amusement at how the day had played out, but he would no longer deny how right this all felt. He nipped at the mamono’s shoulder before murmuring into her neck.

“I am yours, Mistress.”

Tentacles drew his head in for a long-passionate kiss as rational thought was kicked to the curb. As their tongues danced, his cock was guided until the tip pressed against something incredibly warm and wet. She savored that for a moment before several tentacles wrapped around his waste and pulled him tight against her, forcing his cock deep inside. They moaned together as was buried to the hilt in her tight warm depths, trembling together in the intensity.

This time it was her turn to look at him with eyes full of need. He hungrily pressed his lips against her as their bodies began to move together, having surrendered to his own lust and the growing desire to hear her cries of pleasure. To feel her writhe, and to drown her in the pleasure she had given him. A tentacle slipped back into his ass, working into him with every one of his thrusts into her.

They came together again and again. The sound of their lovemaking echoed through the forest, and this time, his weren't only his screams of ecstasy that pierced the night.

Love. Not today, but maybe one day. For now, he was content to be prey.