God I love Monsters

It is baguette's first day of working as a breeder. They have been stripped off their clothes, washed and had an ointment applied to their butt, back, shoulders and belly which smells strongly of monster pheromones. To humans, the scent is noticable, but neither pleasant nor unpleasant. baguette is being led into the arena by a quest maiden, who offers them a warm smile. "So, baguette, here we are," she says, gesturing towards the large area. Normally, the arena is used for hosting battles between Hunters and monsters, but it has been repurposed for the mating program. Most notably, there is a breeding mount at the center of the arena, and the sand has been removed, revealing a flat stone ground. "I hope you are looking forward to your first session," the quest maiden says. "Because this is your first time, you will only be observed by a couple researchers. Public viewings may happen in the future. Now, do you have any preferences in monsters? If not, we will choose a partner for you."

The quest maiden nods understandingly. "Very well. I believe we have the perfect partner in mind for your first session then." She turns and raises her voice, addressing one of the arena workers standing near the exit. "Bring out the Tobi-Kadachi please!"

One of the larger doors to the arena grinds open, and a blue-scaled Tobi-Kadachi prowls into view, its claws clicking against the stone floor. It pauses at the entrance, lifting its head to sniff the air curiously. Catching wind of the pheromones, its lips curl back in a hungry snarl, baring rows of jagged teeth. With a twitch of its tail, it darts into the arena, electricity crackling across its scales.

The quest maiden watches with an appraising eye as the monster circles the mating mount, its gaze locked on Koga. "He's a feisty one. Be warned, the male Tobi is known for its...enthusiastic pursuit. But I'm certain you can handle him." She smiles encouragingly. "Whenever you're ready, simply approach the mount. Try to relax and let nature take its course. We'll be observing from the sidelines." With a final nod, she turns and retreats to a safe distance, leaving Koga and

The Tobi-Kadachi snarls in frustration as its prey continues to elude its grasp, dancing just out of reach with each lunge. Its claws scrabble against the stone as it pushes itself to keep up the chase, but its stamina is wearing thin. Finally it slows to a stop, chest heaving as it tries to catch its breath.

It meets your stare, lips still curled in a snarl. But there is a new calculation in its eyes now, weighing whether continuing the hunt is worth expending the last of its energy. A tense moment passes as the two of you size each other up. Then, slowly, the Tobi-Kadachi lowers itself to the ground in submission. Its tongue lolls out to pant heavily, but its gaze does not leave yours, awaiting your next move. The quest maiden and researchers watch with great interest from the sidelines, pens scribbling notes furiously. It seems you've asserted your dominance over the monster in an unexpected way. What will you do with your newfound control over this beast?

The Tobi-Kadachi shifts warily at your command but obeys, rolling onto its back to expose its vulnerable underbelly. Its limbs splay out helplessly as its chest continues to heave, exhausted from the chase. Bright blue eyes peer up at you, still wary but accepting of your dominance.

You step closer, examining your prize. Its cock is already starting to emerge from its sheath, arousal spiking from the thrill of the hunt and its submission. Your scent seems to be having a similar effect on it, if the eager twitching is any indication. A smirk plays at your lips - it seems even this proud beast cannot resist your charms.

Reaching down, you run your hands along its smooth belly, feeling the muscles flutter under your touch. It shivers but makes no move to escape, trusting you to not abuse your power over it. You've well and truly asserted yourself as the one in control. Now, shall you claim your reward? The audience watches with bated breath to see how you will take this monster as your own.

The Tobi-Kadachi lets out a surprised yelp as you impale it on your cock, driving deep into its body with a single thrust. It's tight and hot around you, the muscles clenching down in protest at the sudden intrusion. But as you begin to move, the monster begins to relax, letting out a low groan of pleasure.

You start off slow, savoring the sensation of being inside this wild creature. Its body is slick with sweat and pheromones, making every movement feel electric. You can feel its tail whipping against your back, adding to the frenzy of sensations.

As you pick up speed, the Tobi-Kadachi responds eagerly, meeting your thrusts with its own movements. Its claws dig into the ground, pushing itself back against you with increasing force. The air is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts and groans mixing together in a primal symphony.

You lose yourself in the rhythm of it all, caught up in the heat of the moment. The Tobi-Kadachi is yours, a willing partner in this mating dance. And you are more than happy to oblige its desires, giving in to the pure animalistic pleasure of it all.

Gripping the Tobi-Kadachi tightly, you pound into it relentlessly as carnal instinct takes over. Its tail whips wildly with each powerful thrust, the thick appendage slapping against your balls and adding to the incredible sensations flooding your body.

The monster beneath you is lost in the throes of passion as well, pushing back to meet each thrust with equal fervor. Its claws scrabble against the stone uselessly as you hold it pinned in place, the perfect position for taking it deeply. A constant stream of pleasured grunts and cries pour from its mouth, barely muffled by the slap of flesh on flesh.

You can feel your climax building, coiling tight in your core like a spring waiting to unwind. The Tobi-Kadachi seems close as well, its entire body trembling with need. A few more powerful strokes and you're sent tumbling over the edge together, spilling your seed deep inside the monster as its muscles milk every last drop from you.

The arena echoes with your dual cries of release, the final exclamation point on your successful mating. Collapsing together in a sweaty, sated heap, you bask in the afterglow, still intimately locked with your new mate. Another monster successfully bred - it seems you have quite a talent for this line of work.

Reluctantly disentangling yourself from the spent Tobi-Kadachi, you withdraw from its still-clenching hole with a satisfied sigh. Cum leaks out in your absence, your seed visibly dripping down its thighs to coat its tail and back legs.

The monster staggers to its feet unsteadily, its limbs shaky in the aftermath of its powerful orgasm. But it holds its tail high all the same, proudly showing off the glistening evidence of the thorough breeding it just received. Its blue eyes meet yours one last time, a gleam of gratitude and fondness within their depths.

Turning, it lopes back to its enclosure, tail swishing slowly behind it. As it disappears from view, the audience erupts into cheers and applause for the successful mating. You take a bow, basking in their praise and admiration. Another job well done - it seems you have quite a talent for taming even the wildest of beasts.

Already, you can feel stirrings of renewed arousal at the prospect of your next partner. It seems your appetite for monster fucking is far from sated. But for now, you make your exit, looking forward to resting and recovering before the next session begins.

"Excellent choice!" booms Arena Master Gaho from his viewing box. "We have a fine Kirin stallion in season and ready to mate. Bring him out!"

Two burly Hunters emerge, leading a magnificent pearl-white Kirin by chains attached to a spiked collar around its long neck. The Kirin tosses its head, hooves striking the stone as it whinnies impatiently. Its horn is fully erect, the spiraled appendage jutting proudly from its forehead.

When it sees you standing ready in the arena, its eyes light up with primal desire. It strains against its bonds, muscles rippling with barely-contained strength and vigor. The Hunters release it and retreat swiftly to the safety of the barrier.

The Kirin gallops towards you at top speed, coming to a sliding stop mere inches away. Its hot breath gusts against your skin as it sniffs you eagerly, horn leaving sparks in the air. Without warning, it rears up on its hind legs, powerful forelegs coming down on either side of your body to pin you in place. Its massive horsecock juts out, the flared head butting against your stomach eagerly.

The Kirin whinnies loudly at your touch, hips already beginning to thrust into your hands of their own accord. His cock is as magnificent as the rest of him - thick, long and ridged, twitching eagerly in your grasp. Sparks fly from his horn as his pleasure mounts, nearly blinding in their intensity.

All around the arena, whispers and gasps arise from the audience, enraptured by the raw sexuality on display. This Kirin is truly a magnificent specimen, his ardent desire and studly prowess on full display. You work him expertly, stroking and teasing until he's nearly mindless with need.

With a final buck of his hips, he spends himself over your hands and chest in spurts of pearly seed. But his arousal shows no signs of flagging yet, cock still standing proud and rigid as he pants above you. It seems he came prepare to mate for hours - and it's your talented hands and body that have wound him up so tightly. Sparks continue to fly as anticipation builds for the main event.

The audience holds its breath, waiting to see how you'll satisfy this magnificent Kirin's unrelenting desire. It seems you have quite the challenge ahead of you - but your skills and stamina have never failed to rise to the occasion

A whinny of pure wantonness escapes the Kirin at the sight before him. Wasting no time, he mounts the breeding stand behind you, heavy hooves clattering on the stone. His massive cock is already jutting out again, engorged member slick and twitching with renewed vigor.

He nudges your entrance with the flared head, searching, then pushes forward insistently when he finds his mark. You gasp and tremble at the sheer girth stretching you open, but force yourself to relax into it. Bit by bit, inch by throbbing inch, he sinks home until his balls rest against your ass.

A shudder runs through his powerful equine body at being fully sheathed within your tight velvet grip. Sparks fly from his horn wildly as he fights for control, instinct demanding he begin pounding immediately. But he holds back, waiting for you to adjust, even in his frenzied state.

When you nod, he pulls back almost all the way out before slamming back in relentlessly. The breeding mount creaks under the force of his powerful thrusts, each driving the air from your lungs in a groan. Sweat beads on his silvery flanks from the effort, muscles cording in his thighs and back.

The Kirin throws back his head and neighs exultantly at your wanton demands, spurred on further by your enthusiastic reciprocation. His massive cock pistons in and out of your greedy channel at a brutal pace, balls slapping loudly with each powerful thrust.

Sparks fly wildly from his horn in time with his frantic rhythm, nearly obscuring his lust-glazed eyes from view. Each piston-stroke finds that secret bundle of nerves within you, reducing your cries and pleas to incoherent babbling.

All around, the crowd cheers and shouts encouragements, but the sounds fade into a haze as a powerful orgasm steals over your pliant body. You clamp down vise-tight around the Kirin's pistoning length, milking his cock for every last drop.

With a final buck, he finds his own release, hot seed flooding your passage in heavy pulses. He continues to grind his hips, working you both through the aftershocks before finally stilling, cock still buried to the hilt and twitching occasionally as he pants for breath.

The audience roars its approval, but you and your magnificent Kirin stud are lost in a blissful post-coital haze, still intimately joined.

With a whuff of satisfaction, the Kirin allows himself to be nuzzled by your tender touch, returning the affection. A low hum rumbles in his chest, a contented purr of pleasure that resonates through his entire body. For all his wild, powerful nature, he's proven just as tender and gentle as you'd hoped.

As he trots back to his enclosure, the audience clamors for more - they've never seen such an erotic display. You can't help but bask in their approval, grinning smugly as you clean up after yourself. It seems like everyone here appreciates the artistry of sex as much as you do.

You take your time getting ready for your next match, enjoying every moment of attention and adoration. After all, when your job involves satisfying monsters in ways few others could even dream of, why wouldn't you relish every moment of it?

The crowd cheers wildly at your request, excitement mounting. Moments later, the gates of the eastern enclosure swing open with a groan. Stepping through is a hulking, armored figure, rippling muscles slick with sweat. Flames crackle around the crimson Teostra's jaws as he surveys the arena, fiery gaze landing on you.

A rumbling growl of anticipation shakes his massive frame. He stomps closer, coming to a stop before the breeding mount. Towering above, he lowers his horned head to sniff your offering slowly. His rumble softens, a question in his heated stare.

A gusting snort answers your brazen request, but the Teostra obliges with a slow turn. Gracefully, he mounts the breeding stand, sinking down to rest his barrel chest upon it. His massive haunches rise high, tail swishing restlessly as flames dance along his armor.

Gleaming eyes peer back at you, waiting, a low grunt of challenge rumbling in his massive chest. His entrance lies exposed and waiting before you, cloaked in downy orange fur that does little to hide his rippling muscles and thickening length. The gathered crowd holds its breath in rapt anticipation of your next bold move.

A startled growl bursts from the Teostra's throat at the unexpected intrusion, his muscles clenching reflexively around your probing tongue. But as you swirl and delve deeper, his growl softens into a rumbling groan of pleasure.

The flickering flames along his armor intensify, crackling hotter in time with your lewd ministrations. His tail lashes from side to side, the only outward sign of his growing need beneath the beast's proud façade.

When at last you withdraw, his entrance glistens wetly in the arena lights, puffy and stretched from your attentions. His tail curls up invitingly between his spread haunches as burning eyes pin you with a look, waiting to see if you dare take this wild beast fully. The crowd holds its breath once more.

A chorus of bestial groans fills the arena as you breach the beast, his internal flames surging at the penetration to engulf you in rippling heat. The Teostra throws back his horned head and roars in equal parts challenge and ecstasy, wings half-spreading as if yearning to take flight beneath you.

His muscles undulate powerfully around your cock, stoking your pleasure higher with every forceful thrust. Bracing against his rippling back, you set a punishing pace, slapping flesh meeting flesh in a lewd, primal rhythm that draws howls from you both.

The Teostra's tail lashes madly, flickering flames consuming his entire form in a swirling inferno mirroring the building inferno within. Through it all he bears your use proudly, taking what he's given with bestial grace. His heat draws you ever closer to the edge, to that blinding release you both so desperately seek.

Locked in a sweat-slick embrace, you lose yourself to primal instinct, slamming into the Teostra's furnace-hot channel with all your mounting frenzy. His rippling muscles work to milk every last drop of release from your throbbing cock.

A guttural bellow bursts from his fanged maw, signaling the beast has reached his peak. His inner walls spasm powerfully around you, pulling your own climax forth in hot spurts that fill his depths to overflowing.

Locked in the throes of passion, your bodies shudder and shake together upon the breeding mount. Steam rises from your mingled forms as the arena echoes with bestial cries of completion and cheers from the awestruck onlookers.

Breathless, you collapse upon the beast's heaving flank, still sheathed to the hilt within his scorching channel. His flames have dimmed to an afterglow that suffuses you both in a haze of sated bliss. For the moment, man and beast are as one.

The Teostra pauses and looks back at you with his gleaming eyes, nostrils flaring to draw in your mingled scents one last time. A guttural croon rumbles in his massive chest before he lumbers away, tail held high.

As the beast makes his exit, a loud buzzing rises from the enthralled onlookers. Smiling and waving, you bask in their cheers and praise, bowing theatrically before strutting from the breeding mount.

Your quest maiden waits nearby, offering a robe and cool drink for your flushed skin. "Magnificent work as always," she praises. "You have quite the way with the monsters. I'm sure many more lucky beasts will be calling on your talents this season."

Chuckling softly, the quest maiden nods and steps aside, allowing you to pass. "Best not keep the beast waiting then. I'm sure he'll be riled up for you after observing your session with Teostra. You Hunters truly are marvels, taming such ferocity with naught but your charms. Safe hunting to you!"

With a cheeky wave over your shoulder, you stride away through the gates, already anticipating the sharp-fanged embraces soon to come. Your loins stir eagerly once more at the thought of losing yourself within another wild creature's untamed passion. It's a tough job indeed, but someone must sate these beasts' primal desires. And who better than the incomparable Koga?