Wendigo Waif (SCP-323)

(f/m oral, and some comfy handholding near the end)

>It's well into the night, the stars are shining, and the only source of light being the moon shining above, and a campfire placed in the middle of a lone campsite deep within the forest.
>Sitting next to the fire is a man, dressed lightly, most of his modesty being the sherpa hoodie that he was wearing, elastic boxers, being the only other thing he had on.

>His tent was behind him, currently in disarray, and noisily sounding out as a certain guest "prettied" herself up for him. The man was polite, he was certain that she did her best with what she had, visage and form considered.
>Not that he didn't like what he saw...but it didn't certainly seem that it could get any better at the time. Packed within his gear were some basic grooming and primping tools, a comb, both one for hair, and one for pet fur.
>It was the closest solution he could come to find with the problem.
>Her hair and fur were lustrous, more than they should've been, and she was a clean freak, all things considered.
>As healthy as her fur coat was, it was tangled, turned into a snarled, unkempt mess that he had spent long enough trying to work through with his hands during prior visits to his monstrous lover.
>Now, she had the tools to sort, and work through it herself, and based on the twinkle in her eye, and perking of some ears, she was enthralled by the idea.


>That wait would come to a close, and the tent door would part open. Out of the aperture came a set of antlers, awkwardly pivoting and circling in the air before her head joined them, and his partner crawled out of the tent.
>Her face was one of death, a skull that contrasted with the living body imposed upon it. The cervid skull, though seemingly lifeless, ebbed and flushed with warmth.
>Standing up, almost four heads taller than him if he were to stand to meet her. Her form shrunk into itself a little, her loincloth, and her chestwrap had been discarded, revealing her bountiful breasts, adorned in black fur, and two buds of an even darker shade upon them.
>Achingly swollen, firm enough to keep them perky, and supple enough that her bust seemed large enough to begin with upon her form, only to be massively monstrous to him, not unlike the rest of her appearance.
>Between her legs, a warm pussy that had already begun to glisten and yearn for company, and for fulfillment.

>He’d look on, taking in all of her form with his eyes, and the nightmarish woman would only give a sultry look right back.
>It was in her eyes, the way they fell to a seductive half-lid, and her walk, more and more of her assets apparent underneath the shining light of the full moon.
>Fused together in that moment as she walks towards him, towering above, and brimming with otherworldly beauty only a creature as her could possess. Longing for one another, having waited far too long to tap into the reserves of attraction cultivated by tender, loving moments.
>Soft wisps of that soon grew into an indomitable urge, only able to be quelled by an act of vulnerable relief. A stirrings of both humanity, and abnormality that grew and swelled within the two beings.
>Equal parts horrifying, and equal parts arousing, an exotic horror that was adorned with the body of a woman, and the innocuous, smitten heart of a lover.

>"W-warm...company." She huffs, in a raspy, but distinctly feminine tone.

>That's what his transitory lover thinks of him, or at least, what he deduces. Ever since an encounter, one that had dragged him down into horror, only for it to turn into one of bliss, and passion.
>In-between watching horror movies, or listening to local folklore, or overhearing words spoken by native elders who he'd accidentally listened, it was a monster.

>It was a Wendigo.

>Less like the flesh-tearing monster that he had heard about, and more like a woman. A lonely, monster of a woman. Now, meeting up close like this was a constant, a routine of sorts. A routine that benefited them both, mutual in each other's company, and enjoyment.
>Culminating in her wrapping her arms around him, looking down towards him, and his reciprocation being a warm smile, and a gentle hand cupping her cheek. Her utterly exposed face, ivory that was warm to the touch.
>Flicking her nervousness away, and urging her to embrace the smaller being, pressing his body right up against the lush, furred contours of her own.

>"Taste...consummate, make whole..." She'd growl out.

>A hand trailing down the aperture of his open jacket. Until a clawed hand fell upon the zipper of his jeans,
>Her face comes closer and closer, her muzzle pressing right against his lips within the charged advent of their intimacy, crackles of lust burning through both of them.
>A black tendril emerging from her osseous maw, her eyes falling to a half-lid, amber mirrors that only reflected her lover. Pressing her tongue right against his lips, a kiss that she was capable of, only one of the ways she could express her love.

>Arms wrapping around the man, flexing with the tightening of the embrace, then pulling him closer to her.
>Her simple peck upon his lips soon began to breach past it. Soft breaths and moans escape her, one hand gripping him by the back, and another pulling the zipper down.
>The grating, slow crawl gracing their ears through the overwhelming bliss of the kiss, and the swooning cacophony of passion.

>Revealing himself to her, she couldn't turn away, and descended down towards it. Shifting herself to lay upon the forest ground, softened by the blanket underneath.
>He'd watch, heat flaring all over his body as she made her way down, until she stopped right by the jutting tent, hidden by elastic cloth.
>With delicate care, she brought her hands up to the veil, bringing it down, before taking them off; casting them aside. With his need revealed to her in its entirety, her inky, black whip of a tongue crept out of her mouth.
>The man shuddering, letting out a hushed breath as she licked, and prodding along the tip.
>Wrapping it within the intimate warmth that her tongue exhumes, breaths and needy moans exhuming right up against his length.
>Gracing him, sending electric pulses of carnal shock through him with each ministration she laps upon his manhood.

>Circling around the tip of his cock, bringing on the abashed warmth of male essence. Looking up at him, looking on at the pleasure and raw flare of arousal that had now permeated every feature.
>With him at the whims of his night time lover, she looks down at the rest of his member, sizing it up, and descending further down upon it.
>Taking the rest of him into the skeletal maw, and ensnaring his length within the wet sleeve of her mouth. Whining happily at his grunts, and pants, swelling pressure within her mouth, and the rod only going further and further down.
>The coarse texture of her snout coming down upon the base of his groin, hilting the entire length right into her mouth.
>Wrapping his growing, aching need within herself, gently suckling, lapping and licking all about the surface. Her eyes looking up at him as he winced, staccato breaths filling the chatter and sounds of the forest, his lover closing her eyes, letting out soft moans of her own.

>Overcome with her own heat, burning out her stamina and urged by watching him, writhing and taken by her.
>Connected, knowing that she completes him in such a way, sensual cheer soon converts to a prideful lust. Her thighs bent, knees supporting her atop the ground, she let loose a rumbling growl around his cock.
>Two fingers from one hand going into her womanhood, slick and rendered wet. Pushing past sensitive, ridged curtains until she found her release.
>Massaging and grinding her clit between plush folds, soft breaths and moans grace her partner’s dick.
>Engaged with both his, and her own release, sending bursts of unbridled indulgence that only serve to build the pressure within the two of them, ready to break free into beautiful climax.

>Entwined within sensuous passion, feeding into the stores of desire that billow and ebb within one another.
>Her head bobbing up and down, slow, riveting motions, until she felt hands upon her antlers. An eye opens, looking up to see him panting, the strain of earthly ecstasy painted all along his face.
>Holding her head there, pushing her down upon his length further and further. Involuntary moans slip out from her mouth, her pussy drenched and soaked within her own arousal.
>Almost proving to be too much for her to hold off as long as her partner can, her pussy quivering and twitching, growing impatient and restless.
>Orgasm nearly escapes her, in-between a growing pressure that threatens to push it out, reservoirs of untapped desire flowing out upon her attentive fingers.
>The beast almost finds relief in feeling the manhood within her twitch and flow with pre, how it swells and throbs within. Soon, with a short gasp, it erupts.


>Lavished within the release of orgasm, he lets loose his seed within her awaiting mouth. Tasting him upon her tongue, and with a whine, followed by instinctual moans, her pussy quivers and lets go.
>He weakly bucks his hips into her awaiting maw. Gripping the antlers even tighter as he holds her there, and the wendigo only letting out a whine, and going further down upon his cock.
>Closing her eyes and licking about with each and every spurt that happens to grace her tongue. Her stamina run thin, finally giving into the bliss of her sex.
>Tasting him upon her tongue, and with a whine, followed by instinctual moans, her pussy quivers and lets go.
>She rides out the spasms of her wet cunt, pulses of electricity flowing through her veins.
>Splattering her thighs, and leaving her a panting, satisfied mess. With her partner in the same, desired state.

>Milking him for all he’s worth, until the last drop of his essence leaves his cock, she gives it one last lick. Before leaving his length out in the open air, slick and wet, libido leaving it for the time being.
>With the reserves of energy she had left, rapidly being taken away by both the fatigue of the day, and by the onset of afterglow, she rises to him. Cuddling up right against him, in between pants and huffs.
>Regaining their strength and composure afterwards, spent from the passionate loving between them.
>Leaning right up against each other, and moving closer towards the campfire, he wraps an arm around his wendigo partner, and finds it to be the right thing, the only thing he’d want to do.

>After a pleasant break, huddled up against one another, silently enjoying the presence, and touch of the other, the wendigo speaks. “Not...alone…”

>“You aren’t, shouldn’t be to begin with, you’re better company than most.” He says, idly holding her hand.

>“Mmm…” She rumbles out, pressing herself up against him more, setting down her head atop his.

>She looks down, before speaking quieter. “Need company...to feel warm...stay here?”

>It was a first, normally, she rested for some moments, and then fled off back into the night. With nothing more than a quick peck upon his lips, or a hug that threatened to break his bones.
>Now, she wanted to stay, sleep by his side, and his eyes would fall upon the tent, it was for this future moment that he invested in a larger tent to accommodate his...beastly, imposing girl.
>How she managed to be so doting, yet so fear-inducing was better left to when he got a full-night’s rest.

>“You know what? Sure, might not even need to cover up with you sharing the tent.” He chuckles, widening his eyes in surprise as she let out a small squeal, hugging him tightly.

>“L-love...you.” She struggled to say, it’s what happened with newer words, but they were welcomed ones.

>Interlocking with her eyes, rounded and softened, he squeezes her hand tighter, and speaks with a sleepy contentment. “Feeling’s mutual. Now, you ever had roasted marshmallows? Guess tonight’s a night for firsts.”