Chapter 4 - Handling the Handler

The Hunter, tired of his babysitter’s annoying quips, plants some Jagras pheromones in her much beloved food. Let the show begin. 

Monster on Woman/ consensual/ cream-pie 

 
“That was amazing!”, the Handler let out a long sigh of appreciation as she finished the aptanoth steak; it was absolutely delicious. the hunter had prepared her a meal before leaving and she couldn't have been happier. Recently she’d been feeling that the was growing quite distant, often running off on his quest before she finished giving very important advice. Now she had no concerns, as he must’ve just been busy, how could he ever get tired of her friendly reminders? The camp was so quiet when he and his feline companion left; so dull. Plus, it was summer time, how could she waste such a lovely day?! The Handler entered the tent and decided to change. As she left it her curvaceous body swayed freely in the flowery pareo, perky C-cup breast barely concealed by the short layered top. The Great Forest was heating up but she felt quite up for a walk nevertheless-- not too far though! Placing her sunglasses over her eyes, the carefree woman wandered into the light jungle brush; all manner of small mammals and insects scurrying about the thick forest floor. It didn’t take long for her to stray some distance from their main camp and this neck of the was dark, but the scantily clothed Handler felt safe knowing that her gallant hunter wasn’t far away; maybe she’d run into him and could make sure that he was stocked up on potions! Ooh! Or that could collect debris dropped by monsters! She’d be sure to tell him that...when she...found him... the young woman felt, odd. She was sweating, but it wasn’t because of the heat, small hands slowly making their way from her sides to her breast. They felt so firm in her hands and despite the openness of the location she felt very little shame about feeling herself up; pale cheeks were flushed and cherry red. What had come over her? What would the hunter think? With his, fat, hard, throbbing—no! Saliva ran down the corner of her agape mouth and a free hand slithered down her navel and into the lower half of her outfit. Bare legs trembled as the horny woman sunk to her knees and dexterous finger desperately searched for her clit; she was soaking. A shrill screech echoed from the woods behind her, but the Handler was much too carried away to pay it any mind. All she could think of was how the hunter would feel if he saw her, hell, how a cooking feline would feel. They'd be so surprised... they'd strip her and complete a much needed special delivery quest. Right now she just wanted something inside of her welcoming pussy. One of her thighs was growing slick with cum as she spread her walls with abandon. The screeching grew louder, and before she knew it a pair of yellow reptilian paws flung over her shoulders. W-Wait! She gasped in pleasure as her moist box quivered in anticipation of the new arrival. The jagras peeked over her shoulder with its long scaly head, flicking its tongue wildly in confusion, but the beast felt it was at teh right spot. There was a moment of hesitation before it proceeded to push the curvy woman into the ground; a knotted red phallus hovered just behind her exposed pussy. Ju-Just fuck me already. The annoying woman had no qualms with being taken by a curious beast right now, wide hips hungrily pushing back to accommodate the raptor-like creature’s penetration. It obliged, and giving a chirpy call proceeded to ram itself inside the aroused Handler. Shit! Her brown eyes rolled in the back of her head as twitching fingers dug into a grassy patch; by the sapphire star she was already going to cum. It rode her wildly as quaking legs bucked back to milk the predator. Another loud screech called from the jungle. The more the merrier, as she frantically craved another hole to be filled. That must’ve been a good steak, she thought to herself as the jagras released a torrent of monster spunk into her, it gave several hard thrust before attempting to remove itself. The sunglasses had long slid off her face and her brown ponytail was now unkempt and wild, she had been reduced to little move than a beast in heat; in the meantime she freed her jugs from the pareo and used one hand to play with her nipples. Another scaly canine trotted forward but unlike the first knew what it was doing; perhaps it had done this before? Eagerly, it slipped itself inside of the glistening womanhood and fucked her without concern. She didn’t mind, and falling into the moist soil used her hands to spread herself for the monster; she could feel herself about to cum again. More screeches echoed from the shadowy jungle and the blissful Handler was overcome with joy. G-Good. By the end of the day she’d be filled with buckets of goopy gravy and had nothing against it. Maybe she should let the hunter cook for her more?
 



