Hands-on Experience

>Cool winds of the coral highlands howl fiercely, making you tighten your grip on the wall of vines as you continue your frantic ascent to the highest points of the highlands.
>The past week had you tracking the movements of a Legiana, everything from where it slept to when it ate.
>After so long you finally nailed down its routine and set your plan into action.
>As twilight begins to settle on the mountainside, worry and doubt begin to fill your mind.
>Procuring the items needed to pull off this operation took longer than expected, seeing as combat isn't your strongest suit.
>Perhaps that's why the Commission keeps sending you to do this instead.
>Despite how begrudgingly you take these assignments, you'd really rather not come back empty handed.
>Strapped for time, you fire your grappling hook at the nearest wedge beetle, only to retract it at the peak of your velocity and fire it at another perched higher up.
>Colliding with a wall of ivy, you manage to establish a decent foothold just before you were about to plummet.
>This particular Legiana has a routine of waiting until sunset to hunt, so it can eat before going to sleep for the night.
>If you don't manage to intercept it before then it could be days until it returns to this locale.
>Finally reaching the top, you peek your head out from the top of the cliff-side and spot the majestic marine wyvern, laying on its side and lazily scanning the horizon.
>Time to put the plan into action.
>Walking forward, the monster quickly notices your presence, standing up and assuming a defensive stance.
>Taking up an calm, non-threatening posture, you continue your advance.
>Despite the earplugs you can still feel your knees shake at the Legianas' haunting cry.
>Slowly and deliberately you reach into your pack and retrieve the biggest shank of raw meat you could get, the creature stares you down as you present the food to it and place it on the ground, backing up as slow as you advanced.
>You can feel your heart bursting out of your chest as the Legiana's eyes shift between you and the meat on the ground, hoping with all you've got that it takes the bait.
>As glances turn to sniffs turns to nips, a wave of relief washes over you as the wyvern starts eating the large steak, soon enough picking it clean as you watch from a safe distance.
>Not long after the meal ends do the effects of the soporific herbs you drugged the meat with start to take effect.
> The Legiana shakes its head listlessly, its eyes half lidded as it stumbles before laying awkwardly on its side, out cold before it could get in a comfortable position sleep.
>As much as you've done this you still manage to overestimate how much sleep herb it takes to drug a monster, but you shrug it off, thinking it better then underestimating it.
>Wasting no time, you walk up to your mark to give it a closer inspection.
>Judging from the wingspan and the length of its antennae it seems to be a male, but you could never be sure until you checked "there".
>As much as you can convince yourself it being female would give you some manner of solace in your task, the scholars made it quite clear that you had to find male specimens.
>Making your way south you get to the Legiana's legs, which lie splayed apart in a way so perfect for what you're about to do that you couldn't have planned it better if you tried.
>The smooth, cream underbelly of the Legiana doesn't give any immediate signs of its sex, but by now you know how decieveing looks can be.
>With a sigh, you remove your gloves and get ready for the dirty work.
>Running a bare hand over the space between its legs, you start applying pressure to the area softly kneading it as your other hand joins in.
>While completely unconscious, the sleeping wyvern should be able to have physical reactions to stimulis.
>The mystery of the Legianas genitals is quickly put to rest as you feel a soft pulsing under the skin, each throb increasing in strength as you continue your coaxing.
>Looks like you hit the jackpot.
>Soon enough you spot a purplish blue tip peeking out from his ventral scales, and with further teasing the Legianas' cock is fully exposed and on display.
>The still swelling member stood about as long as your arm and takes both hands to hold the whole circumfrence near the base, which then tapers slightly.
>Something this big can make huntresses blush and hunters feel inferior, but you've seen too much monster dick at this point to be fazed anymore.
>While a thin mucus membrane keeps his penis rather slick, you pour some oils onto your hands just in case and begin your usual routine.
>Grinding your palm under the tip while your other hand slowly strokes in time, you continue jacking off this apex predator while he sleeps, casting glances over to his head to check for any signs of him waking up.
>You can see the rise and fall of his chest speed up as you gradually  increase your pace until making a ring with your hands, very slowly stroking  the entire length of his warm cock with a tight grip.
>From experience this technique really gets most flying wyverns going, your hypothesis being proven again as a soft, half-chirp escapes the Legianas' throat.
>His legs start twitching under your touch as you feel slight thrusts come from his hips and more chirps come from his half open mouth.
>He seems to be having a  dream, perhaps about mating with the Legi of his dreams.
>You only wish that dream were true.
>You loosen your grip and speed up as he starts bucking his hips harder.
>You hate this. You hate everything about this. But the worst part of it all is the unignorable, almost painful tightness in your pants.
>You tell yourself you're not into this, that its just your job and it's only to make your job easier as you unbuckle your pants with one hand to relieve the strain.
>Your surprised the monster hasn't woken up yet with how much noise he's making, having since rolled onto its back and making what you'd consider moans as he thrust upward into your hands.
>Pre-cum starts dribbling out of the head of his cock as you stroke harder and faster, signaling you to get your sampling cup ready.
>Holding the vial over the tip of his dick you try your hardest to send him over the edge with one hand, kneading his entire length with as much streangth as you can muster.
>His thrusting abruptly stops and is followed by the loud distinct cry of a Legiana as he ejaculates, smaller squeaks escapes his mouth with every string of cum he pumps out.
>You catch what you can, but most of it ends up all over the Legianas body.
>If he was sleeping before he's out cold now.
>Though you have a large enough sample already you scrape some off for good measure.
>Wiping your hands off you turn to pack up and leave when you realize your pants are still around your ankles.
>You also realize you're harder than you've ever been before.
>Looking over at the Legiana a degenerate idea crosses your mind.
>Your heart races as over to his head, his tounge hanging out, and what you think would be a pretty satisfied face if he could convey such emotions.
>Your hand's around your dick before you know it, using the same techniques you used on him on a smaller scale.
>You don't last long until you cum. Hard.
>Harder than you thought you possibly could.
>With rope after rope you paint the Legiana's face, covering the serene looking wyvern in your semen.
>The sight almost makes you want to stay but you need to deliver the sample while it's fresh.
>You gather your things and head back to Astera victoriously.
>You feel worried about how guilty you don't feel about what you've done.
>You calm down by telling yourself that nobody was there to see it, nobody will know.
>Nobody will know you gave a monster a facial.