Wurm in Heat

Wurm in Heat

Contains: Monstergrills (Wurm, I would guess. Just a hunch, from looking at the title), Unbelewdable 3: The Lewdening, all a big misunderstanding

	Echoing through the cavern is the slithering sound of scale upon stone. A long, winding serpentine body stretches across a nest of rocks. At the head of the great serpent, is in fact not the fearsome maw of a snake; instead, the body of a voluptuous woman sprouts forth. The massive, sprawling tail taking the place of her legs. In place of human arms, scaly limbs that wouldn't be out of place on a dragon grow forth from her elbows. The muscular tail coiling around the room takes the place of where her legs would be. From her head, long fin-like protrusions that function as ears wiggle in the slight breeze; adorning her head, a crown of long, hard horns reach for the heavens.

	One of her large, vibrant purple claws traces a lazy circle on the bed of rock where she lies. A soft sigh comes from her full, pouting lips. Her gaze draws toward the near empty nest across the cave, filled only with old straw and pieces of eggshell. These serve as nothing but broken remnants of unfertilized clutches; a reminder that without a mate, she will continue to lay eggs that will never hatch.

	So as she lay on her bed of rubble, she ponders over and over again. She feels the need to breed broiling inside of her. In order to do this, she needs to find a mate. Yet, every potential male that passes through her territory has eluded her thus far. Now, in this cycle of heat, she feels more desperate than ever. So how can she finally overcome this obstacle?

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	Far away, a lone horse and its rider speed along a worn and dusty trail. These mountains are host to all manner of unholy monstrosities, eager to swoop in on any unsuspecting travelers. In an effort to spend as little time as possible in this place, the man urges his steed onward. He tucks his cloak in a little tighter.

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	Tiny vibrations ripple through the violet scales of the Wurm. Her head perks up, honing in on the distant horseman. She knows these vibrations! This is the same feeling as when males pass through her home on one of those tasty, four legged things that run fast. Flesh and scale scrape across the rock as she stirs from her resting place. This time, for sure, she will absolutely ensnare her prey.

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	"Come on, girl. We only have a few more miles before we leave the mountains, so come on. You can do this." The rider coaxes his horse as they speed past the rocky terrain.

	Every shadow or errant breeze cause him to wince in fear. If he was not in a hurry, he would have chosen a different route to take, but with no time to spare left him without a choice. He just hopes that dusk will not fall before he escapes the realm of rock and stone. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought.

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	Nothing but a broken trail of rubble follows the Wurm. No obstacle, be it boulder or tree, can stop her straightforward charge. Purple claws rip the ground apart as she drags and slithers her way towards her goal. Only thoughts of lustful hunger consume her mind, all doubts of previous failures erased. Nothing on this planet will stop her now.

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	Sounds of debris flying come echoing down the mountain sides. Even over the thundering noise of hooves, it's still audible to the cloaked rider. His blood freezes with realization. Either an avalanche is barreling down upon him, or a big, angry monster is on its way. He jerks the reins, sending his horse into a skidding frenzy. Whatever is coming in is faster than his noble mount. Running is no longer an option.

	"Think, think you daft twit! What do I do? What do I do!?"

	His gaze zips around, desperate to find something he could use. There! A small overhang in the rock forms a tight crevice he can hide in. He leaps off his horse, and with a final goodbye, he sends away his trusted partner.

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	Closer. Closer! The Wurm can practically taste the man as she bursts from the rock. Grabbing ahold of him, she celebrates as she brings in her quarry for observation. He is...rather hairy. Isn't his face a little long too? Sure, he's got a lot of muscle, that's good, but something isn't right about this mate. In fact, isn't he missing something rather important for a male!?

	This, this thing isn't a man! It's just that tasty thing! The scent is so fresh, and engulfs this worthless creature, so where is he? Where is he!? Her body shakes in pure rage.

	"GraaaAAAAHHHHGGGG!"

	The entire mountain range rumbles from the roar of her frustrations. Loose stones roll down, forming miniature land slides. All manner of creatures try to escape, an instinctual and primal fear resonating through their bodies.

	One such creature, a somewhat large and hairy spider, flees from his home, where an unwelcome intruder had so recently dove in. Though he had planned to punish that thing for its hubris, every fiber of his being told him to just flee instead. Unfortunately for the intruder, this path involved using his face as a launch pad. The poor rider is unable to help himself. He tears away from his hiding spot, shaking madly in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the pests he fears.

	Silence.

	With a dull thump, the Wurm drops the horse to the earth. In a show of loyalty to her master, the horse honors his last wishes by running as far and as fast as she can.

	The man slowly turns to face the beast. Man versus Monster, in a stare down that could freeze the atmosphere. From high above, the lazy call of a Harpy seems to snap them both back to reality. Tearing the ground asunder in a mad dash towards him, the violet flash of a Wurm closes in on her prey.

	"Slyph's Blessing!" The rider calls out.

	His forms becomes obscured as a dust devil engulfs him. Only a few meters separate the two now.

	The tiny tornado bursts apart. Only two meters between them now.

	Lowering his stance, he prepares his legs for one explosive instant. Less than one meter.

	Booom!

	Dirt and grass fly everywhere as he launches himself through the air. Like a bullet, he rockets across the mountain range. The cliff face he crashes into crumbles around him, the bubble of magical wind being the only thing protecting his body.

	"...U-urgh...only have about...23 more seconds...to outrun this thing." Coughing from all the dust that got kicked up, the rider struggles to his feet.

	She will not be outdone so easily. This new prey is fast, but she is faster. He can fly far, but not forever. She is not the same small, slow Wurm from her younger years. Now is her time!

	The rider manages to look up in time to see the purple form of the Wurm still charging at him. He flings himself to the side, narrowly avoiding her grasp again. She slams through the remainder of the wall behind him, unhindered in the slightest.

	The one thing that the man wanted, however, is now before him. Nothing remains in his way, giving him a straight shot down the road out of here. A victorious grin manages to leak from his face, and he leaps one more time.

	From the rubble behind him, a hand reaches out as quick as lightning. It tears through the bubble of wind like it was paper, ensnaring his leg. The rider's eyes widen as all of his forward momentum suddenly stops. He doesn't even have the time to hit the ground before the Wurm finishes snatching him into her arms.

	"I-Ifreet's Wrath!"

	Raging fires consume the man's body. It builds up bigger and bigger, completely swallowing up himself and his captor. Unsatisfied with the roles of who is eating and who is being eaten, the Wurm begins slurping the flames up. In mere moments, all the heat is gone.

	"Uuurp."

	A satisfied belch is her only response.

	"Th-that's not fair! Alright, you monster, prepare for Undine's mmph!"

	He is interrupted by a large claw covering his mouth. The Wurm remembers from her past failures that males only do weird things whenever they make strange noises from their mouths. This time, she won't let him speak until he's safely back home. She nods at a job well done.

	Nothing but muffling screams of resistance accompany the two on the return trip. As the cave entrance draws near, the Wurm gets more and more excited. She did it! She really did it! Now she can have, like, a hundred babies! A smile of pure happiness radiates from her face.

	Panic sets in on the man. The light of day is quickly fading, the cavernous mouth of this devil's den is eating away at his very existence. This is how he dies, isn't it? All alone, in some dark hole in the ground, devoured by a beast of nightmares. He just wanted to make it to the village where the hero tryouts are. He sighs in defeat; if he's going to be eaten before his journey has truly begun, then he never would have made it as a hero anyway, right?

	The last rays of sunlight vanish as they turn a corner. With every twist and turn, the hero hopeful loses track of which way was which, until he is hopelessly lost. After what feels like an eternity, a soft glow permeates the room up ahead. Little cracks in the ceiling offer welcome respite from the inky darkness.

	The Wurm is beside herself in giddiness. She's finally about to mate! Where should they do it? Does it even matter? Of course not! Just throw him down anywhere and get started! She's waited for far too long for this moment, and she won't, no, she can't wait any longer.

	Dropping him to the ground, the Wurm wastes no time in ripping off that fake skin males wear. Before he even has a chance to scream, the young man finds himself stripped completely.

	"W-wait! Please don't eat me! I'm nothing but skin and bones!"

	His words fall on deaf ears. She neither knows or cares about what he says, her only concern is figuring out what part on this fleshy creature is the baby maker. She thought it was supposed to be long and hard, so where is it? Did she pick a defective male?

	"Hey! Whoa! Stop rolling me around, jeez. If you're gonna eat me, just do it already! Didn't your momma ever teach you not to play with your food!?"

	She holds him upside down by one leg. The only thing out of place on his body that she can find is this little floppy thing. What is this thing, anyway? She pokes it in curiosity.

	"No! No no no! Bad snake, lady, thing! I'd much rather you kill me than eat that!"

	Well, that got a reaction. Her new mate-for-life has been struggling this whole time, but he really seems to be in a panic now. This wiggly thing must be important to him then. Maybe if she shows him that she doesn't want to hurt him, he'll show her where the big hard thing is? Well, what better way to do that then to take care of this important part?

	The man who would be a hero has seen many strange things in his brief life. None of them could match how a monster that can crush boulders into dust without any effort, is now gently handling his manhood like a priceless artifact. Tears fill his eyes as images of his 'better self' being smashed stream through his mind. Flinching in fear, he waits for the inevitable.

	Moments pass. Instead of unimaginable pain lancing throughout his body, it feels more like...he's being groped? He squints at her in disbelief. If he hadn't seen her walk, or slither, or whatever through a rock wall with ease, then he would almost feel like he wasn't in danger.

	It's working! The more she massages this soft thing between his legs, the more he seems to calm down. What's more, she can feel his heart beat growing stronger through this fleshy organ as well. Is it getting bigger? Is, is this the legendary hard thing she has sought for so long!? It must have been disguising itself this whole time, no wonder she couldn't find it! She's so smart!

	The devious monster seems content with rubbing the poor man's meat, confusing him even further. Sure, parts of her are more beautiful than any woman he's ever seen, certainly more than the ones back at his own village. And yes, being at eye level with her massive mammaries while she is giving him a gentle hand job is stirring up emotions he didn't even know he had. But, even still...why is he getting so hard!? This foul beast was just trying to kill him mere moments ago! Yet his body is still betraying him!

	Confronted by the equipment she has been looking for, the Wurm readies her body for the impending session...of joining with...her lover...argh, how does this thing work!? She has the hard thing, so what does she do with it!? Stupid instincts! They tell her to go out and eat things, so she eats. They tell her to lie down and sleep, so she sleeps. So why, when she is finally able to listen to them and make babies, will they not tell her how? The only thing that's been happening to her body this whole time, is that the hole where she lays her eggs has been getting hotter and wetter to almost unbearable levels. She is tempted to just put the hard thing into there, just spite her stupid instincts.

	You know what? She will do that! So what if that's supposed to be for eggs to come out of? Whatever! It's all just, just, whatever!

	For the second time in his life, the confused man experiences something he had never even thought about. Like most people, he heard the tales of how monsters would appear as gorgeous gals to lure men to their deaths, but this one is actively humping at him. It's almost like she's trying to have sex, with the way she keeps grinding her crotch along his length, but she can't quite figure out how to do it.

	He shakes his head. There's no way he'll do it with a monster! Though, if she plans to eat him anyway, shouldn't he just go with the flow? Besides, what if this weakens the beast, making it easier to slay her? Shouldn't he grasp at any chance of victory like a hero would? This isn't an excuse to lose his virginity, this is for his future as a hero! A hero that isn't a virgin!

	Oh my! Her male grabs ahold of her hindquarters, putting his hard thing at her dripping entrance. Maybe he guessed what she had been trying to do? Excellent, she knew she made the right choice when she decided to-

	Oh. OH! Oh, demon lord, he just shoved it all the way inside of her! She gasps at the unexpected pleasure now coursing through her body. Her tail writhes and spasms, coming up to coil around his legs. She doesn't get the chance to relish this new joy of being penetrated, as her mate is now pumping in and out of her.

	Yes! This is what has been missing in her life! This feeling! The way her walls are being spread apart without mercy, the warmth of another's body wrapped up in her embrace, the pounding of their hips together. Moans escape her lips as she feels something foreign build up inside of her.

	A wave of ecstasy washes over her, causing her body to convulse uncontrollably. She has never known anything in this world could be this good! Warmth blossoms deep inside her womb, proof that she and her male have truly mated.

	The man feels her hot, sopping womanhood clench down on his member tighter than he could handle. His vision goes white as her body hungrily milks his shaft for every drop of his essence. A blanket of exhaustion smothers him, and he collapses onto his back. Darkness starts to overtake his vision.

	"Heh, and this was...supposed to...make you the tired one..." He smiles as his eyes close.

	The Wurm looks down, seeing her mate begin to fall asleep. Little does he know that she isn't done yet, not by a long shot. In a wickedly lewd display, she licks her lips with a long, pink tongue. She will simply have to teach him just how hungry her new appetite is.