Monster March: Brigid the Cyclops

Female Reader x Female Monster

It has always been there at the corner of your eye. You always  barely catch a glimpse of it before it goes away. Sometimes you can see  its shadow, other times you can hear it in the woods behind you. You’ve  always known of its existence, but you have never really seen it.

Your grandmother told you stories about it, how generations ago,  your ancestors rescued the creature and from that point on, the creature  devoted their life to your family. They were a blessing, especially on  these treacherous mountains. Your family has never known an attack, not  from man or beast. Whatever this creature is, they have always been a  warm presence over your home. You’ve never truly feared anything growing  up.

When you were little, you used to leave gifts and treats  outside for the creature. Sometimes the creature returned the favor,  leaving small carvings out for you. They were rough and strange at  first, but over time they grew more elaborate and beautiful. Your  favorite was of a horse standing on a cloud.

One day in the  woods as your walking around, collecting sticks to make bundles for the  fire, you hear the snow crunching and squeaking. When you turn around it  stops. You can hear the creature circling around you, watching you from  the distance.

“Must you always hide?” You ask.

You hear it breathing.

“Is it against the rules for you to talk to us?” You call out to it  again. “You’ve been so good to us, why do you hide then?”

You hear it sniff and grumble.

You take from your pack the dried berries your grandmother makes.  You lay them out in the snow for the creature. “Are you worried we will  be afraid?” You try to make out where the breathing is coming from, but  it seems to come from every direction. “Because I doubt I could ever  find anything to be afraid of. All I’ve ever known from your presence is  warmth.”

There’s a soft gasp.

You smile, finding  the direction it’s coming from. “Can’t I see you just once?” You take a  few steps towards it and you hear a shocked breath. You stop, hearing a  scramble. You frown and stay still. “I do love you,” you murmur. “Why  are you afraid?”

You grumble and return to collecting sticks.  As the day wears on the sky grows dark and it begins to grow colder and  colder. You make your way back to the camp and as you do it starts to  snow. At first, it is light, but soon it turns into a blizzard. The wind  whips and you lose your way in the blinding fall.

You look  around, trying to find some sort of landmark you can recognize. As you  move forward your foot slips and you nearly go off a cliff. You’re  grabbed from behind and yanked to safety. You shiver, clinging to  whoever has saved you. They are warm like a fire, their body soft and  large. There is more than one arm holding it. You count four, in fact.

You cling to them, hiding your face from the cold. “Thank you,” you shiver.

“Fool, you know better,” it growls. They pick you up and cradle you  to their chest. They carry you, pushing through the harsh winds and  sharp snow. They take you into a cave where there is a fire crackling.  They lay you down in a nest made of shredded old blankets and animal  hides. They inspect your face and you gaze up at the creature.

They’re a smoky purple color. They have a mess of rope-like hair at the  top of their head. It’s bundled up high and then drapes down their  back. Two massive horns jut from the side of their head and they look  velvety and soft. Their face is covered with a cloth with an eye painted  on it. Their lips are dark and behind them are jagged sharp fangs.

“Oh wow,” you reach up to touch them and they yank back. A frown  covers their face and they hold up three hands to keep you at bay.

“Is it really you?” You gaze in awe at them.

They look away from you. “You should have known to head home as soon  as it got dark.” Their voice is gentle and soft. You realize the  creature is female. “Just because I ama round doesn’t mean you get to  act reckless!”

You inch closer to them. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am!” She grunts.

You smile, “I just can’t believe it’s you!”

She turns and looks at you. “Why do you keep staring like that?”

“You’re better than I ever imagined!” You say, standing up out of  the nest. You drop your hood and remove your gloves. You take hold of  one of her hands. They’re leathery and silky on the pads but soft and  velvet-like on the back. She’s covered in gold jewelry. Her fingers and  wrists and neck, even her back legs and horns. You run your hand up her  arm, marveling at her strength. She is pure muscle.

“Why are you touching me?” She asks.

“Because I’ve always wanted to.” You look up at the painted eye on her mask. “I’ve always wanted to meet you!”

He grunts, sitting down and allowing you to examine her. She grips  the top of your head with one hand. “I’ve never touched you before  either.”

You giggle. “Well, you can now.”

He huffs,  shoving you down into her nest. “You’re stuck here until the storm  passes.” He stands up, moving to the opposite end of the cave from you.

You brace yourself back up and watch her as she sits beside the fire. “Then why are you pushing me away?” You ask.

She grunts. “Our kind shouldn’t mix,” you growl. “I was told to stay away.”

“By who?” You tilt your head.

“Your ancestors. They said if I wanted to pay them back I should  keep my distance. They didn’t want me frightening them.” She growls  under her breath. She ducks her head, covering it with her hands.

“My ancestors were fools,” you walk to me and sit down with her. “I think you’re beautiful.”

He scoffs. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” You touch her knee.

She takes her hand, placing her fingers under your chin and lifting  your head. “You’ve always been my favorite. From the moment you were  born, I knew I loved you more than anyone else in your family. As you  grew, I knew my love was different. You’re so lovely, I have to make  myself take care of the rest of your family.”

Your shiver with  excitement, you crawl into her lap and put your arms around her. You  squeeze tight as your heart threatens to burst from your chest. “I’ve  always loved you too.”

Her breath shudders. “No, you shouldn’t.” She doesn’t fight to push you away though.

“What’s your name?” You ask.

She shrugs. “I don’t know really. Never had someone to call me.”

You touch her face and trace your fingers down her neck. “What can I call you?”

She grunts. “As long as it’s kind, I don’t care.”

You think for a moment, going over in your head things that sounded  like they would suit her. You smile when something clicks. “I’ll name  you, Brigid.”

She flinches. “Why?”

“Because you make me feel safe and warm,” you take her hand, kissing her palm and wrist.

She shivers, dipping down her head low enough. You move your lips to  hers, kissing her softly. Her hands touch you, petting up your back and  legs. She pulls back reluctantly.

“Fine, call me whatever,” she grumbles.

You make yourself at home in her lap, resting your head on her  chest. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. To be near you and talk to you.”

“Silly dreams,” she holds you thought. “You could do much better than me.”

“Why would I when you’re the best?” You kiss her neck and she whimpers.

She presses her finger to your lips. “Don’t tease me like that!”

You kiss her fingertip. “I’m just excited!” You giggle. “I’ve wanted  to do this all my life. I always was so worried you were alone.”

She sighs, kissing the top of your head. “As long as you were safe and happy, I never worried about myself.”

“Didn’t you ever want to be close to the person you loved though?”  You peer up at her. “I mean, didn’t you ever long for me?”

She  cups your cheek. “Of course I did!” She snarls. “I wanted to be this  close to you. To touch and kiss, to feel your skin. I’ve ached for you  to be by my side but I’ve always been happy knowing you were safe. I  never assumed in my wildest dreams you would reciprocate.”

You sit up, kissing her again. You moan and press your body against her’s. “Tell me more,” you gasp.

“More?” She scoffs.

“What did you want to do to me?” You purr into her sharp ear. “When you feel my skin, what are you doing?”

She grips your hips and snarls as she starts breathing heavy. “Dammit,” she pants. “Do not tease me! I told you!”

“I am serious,” you bite her neck and she whines in pleasure. “All  I’ve wanted was to feel you and touch you. Knowing you wanted the same… I  can’t stop myself.”

She swallows. “Had I known you were like this-” she whispers.

You pull back, gazing at her. You touch the fabric on her face and  she leans into your touch. You gently pull, revealing her face to you.  There you see it, one large eye. It’s pitch black, the iris is a  rectangle and strange, like a goat’s eye. It’s a brilliant glowing gold.

“Wow,” you murmur, petting her cheek. “So lovely.”

“I don’t scare you,” she whimpers, She kisses your neck and drags  her sharp teeth down your shoulder as she removes your coat. “Your  ancestors said my eye was hideous.”

“They were morons,” you moan. “You’re beautiful.”

She kisses you and you lean into her kiss. “I want you,” she  whispers into your ear. “Having you this close…I feel like I’m losing my  control.”

You chuckle, petting her chest. “I feel the same. I  feel like a wall has come down. I don’t care what you do to me, so long  as you don’t take your hands off me.”

She chuckles nervously.  “Who knew?” She shivers. “I always imagined you so sweet and darling.  Yet in my arms, you are like an all-consuming fire.”

You kiss  her neck, your hands pets down her chest, finding two rows of nipples  down her front. She twitches each time you touch one. “How am I supposed  to hold back?”

“I was hoping you would be better than me,”  she murmurs, kissing your cheek and ear. Her long tongue slithers into  your ear, twisting and turning. You whimper, gripping her strong arms.  “I suppose we are both supposed to fall.”

“Thank god I was a fool today. Thank god for the storm.” She slaps your rear and you yelp.

“Don’t go thinking you can always be a fool,” Brigid snarls. “I will  not allow it.” She kisses your cheek again. “But in a way, I am  grateful too.”

She takes you back to the nest. She carefully strips away your clothes. “Are you cold?” She whispers.

You shake your head. “I feel rather hot, actually.”

She chuckles, all four of her hands caressing and petting your body  as she eases you into the nest. She strokes your stomach, gentle fingers  petting your mound and between your thighs. She gasps softly when her  fingers find the center of your heat. You’re already wet and gooey,  eagerly awaiting her touch.

You bite your lip as her fingers  clumsily find their way. She soon gains ground and you’re soon melting  even more at her touch.

“Brigid,” you whimper as you grip to her shoulders.

She chuckles darkly into your ear. “Mind if I take a bite?” She dips  down, biting your thigh and then burrowing her face between them. You  cry out, gripping her hair as she kisses and licks. Her long tongue  burrows deep inside you and you forget to breathe for a moment. She  slurps and snarls, her sharp fingers kneading into your rear.

“My love,” she pants, “you’re delicious.”

You let out an anguished groan. “Thank you,” you twitch as she  presses a finger inside. You glance down, seeing a wicked grin spread  across her lips. “Brigid?”

She pulls her finger out and licks it clean. “Yes, love?”

You sit up. “My turn,” you push her back and she opens her thighs  willingly. You move aside her loincloth and gasp when you see what is  beneath. There’s a mound much like yours. Her lips are dark purple,  nearly black. They’re wet like yours, dripping a shimmering sort of  cream. At the top of her folds though, where there should be a clit, was  something else. There was something thick jutting up, it was black at  the tip and faded into lavender. Below it there was another object, a  little smaller and bulbous that was pitch black.

She bites her lip. “Is it too strange?”

You take a soft breath and inch in. “Unexpected,” you whisper. “But  not strange,” you lick her slit, tasting the shimmering cream. It was  tart with a hint of sweetness. You listen as she mewls. Her hips wiggle  as you touch her. Your fingers trace her dewy lips and your tongue moves  up. You inspect the two protrusions. The bulbous one is hot to the  touch and she grunts when you lick it. The longer and thicker one bobs  with a pulse and it’s silky smooth with hidden ridges under the skin.  You lick along the shaft and she moans loudly. She chuckles excitedly  and sucks in a sharp breath. As you lick it continues to grow and the  skin peels back, something slick and black inching out. It’s glossy and  has a sweet smell.

“What else can you do?” You coo as you  begin to stroke it. You lap the glossy tip and it tastes tangy. As you  touch is dribbles something sticky.

“Mm,” she pushes you back  down into the nest. “To you? A lot?” She spreads your thighs wide open  and she presses the glossy tip to your needy slit. “If you want me to.”

You bite your lip, keeping your greedy grin at bay. “I want it.” You  reach down, spreading your lips open for her. “All of it.”

She purrs as she smears herself in your nectar. Her own sticky ooze  coating you. She thrust inside. You whimper, feeling a small, sharp  pain. Brigid gasps. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s ok,” you take hold of her hand. “Keep going.”

“But-” she hesitates.

You smile up at her. “You’re my first,” you whisper softly. “It’s  ok, keep going.” You arch your back, urging for more. “You feel good.”

She nods, kissing you as she stretches you and goes deeper. You moan  against her lips and claw down her back. She sighs once she’s fully  inside you. She takes a deep breath and tenses her back.

“Everything ok?” You moan.

“I’m being careful,” she grinds herself inside you. “I’m not used to this.”

You giggle and clench around her. “Me neither.”

She grunts and bites her lip. “Don’t tease,” she ruts inside you.  She slowly pulls out and then pushes hard back inside. You cry out, your  legs hitching around her waist. “I can tease right back.”

You  bury your face against her shoulder, moaning as she begins to move. Her  strong haunches drive her forward, hitting so deep inside you. The  small prick of pain from before has melted away and all you feel is a  searing heat in your belly. The hidden ridges on her shaft rub inside  you in such a way you can’t feel your hips.

“Anh-” she groans.  The small bulbous growth under her shaft hits against your rear. It  feels bigger and squishier somehow. “You’re so tight.”

“You’re so big,” you echo to her. You arch your back and squeeze around her. “Please, keep going. I want more.”

She chuckles, driving harder and faster into you. The wicked grin  returns as she watches you come undone beneath her. Your whole body  trembles and shakes, you no longer can feel anything below your waist.  You coat her shaft in your thick cream, unable to hold back anymore.

“You’re still throbbing inside,” she moans as she continues to move.  She pulls out of you and rolls you onto your stomach. Lifting your  hips, she places herself behind you and pushes back inside. Between your  legs, you see her driving into you. You also see the bulbous growth  under her shaft has grown bigger and is hanging down. It slaps against  your ass and thighs as she drives into you.

You reach between  your legs and grasp at the growth. She howls, moaning loudly and she  bucks hard, nearly picking you up off the ground. You then feel the  first warm gush deep inside. You whine, gritting your teeth. The growth  between her legs pushes up, going tight as she trembles and spurts  inside you. She continues to pump inside you, moving her hips and  bucking. Her thick cream globs out of you, coating your thighs and rear.

Finally, she stills. She gulps down deep breaths and lays  you down. She mops up her mess, licking your tender slit clean in the  process. You shiver and twitch, nearly kicking her in the face. She  giggles, laying down beside you, nearly on top of you.

“What was that?” You moan.

She nibbles your shoulder. “I’ve had a lot pent up.”

“I couldn’t tell,” you grunt. You feel like you’d slosh if you moved. “You trying to knock me up?”

“A little, but I wouldn’t worry about it,” she purrs happily as she snuggled against you.