A Monster Wants to Eat Me (私を喰べたい、ひとでなし)

A little preview of how a certain relationship develops in my current writing (which will become my next main HF release), which is also reflected by my most recent Pixiv upload.

Another title to cross off the reference bingo list I guess...

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A dweller of both lush and thick forests and the most grey, cold, hard and mundane urban environments, this monster can adapt and thrive in multiple habitats. The fair coast and beaches of the lands aren’t the limits of its dwellings either, no, no; this monster is most definitely amphibious (despite being far from the most graceful or swiftest of swimmers that I’ve witnessed) and has no qualms seeking out its prey offshore as well as onshore.

In terms of countering this monster, since my time of discovering it, I have tried and hopeless failed in my numerous strategies to tame it and bring it under my control. Supposedly setting traps are an effective (though perhaps inhumane if coupled with captivity) method for doing so, but alas, such as a pursuit proved futile; the beast only ended up emboldened by the bait which I laid out, gleefully reaping the rewards and leaving me very much a sore loser in the exchange.

I tried making friends with this monster; a bit of a long–shot, I know, but I thought that if I made nice with the creature, perhaps its desire to eat me would disappear. Indeed, this strategy proved equally fruitless; the monster cares little for olive branches and friendly gestures, shunning them and remaining eternally difficult to get through to. While people can reach understandings with wild beasts and the more fickle domestic ones alike, no such relationship could be struck up for me. This monster remains one pretty tough negotiator, offering me next to no headway, despite the prospect of a symbiotic relationship resting on the table.

Unable to bend the beast to my will and incapable of developing a mutually–beneficial relationship, my only remaining option is to hope for a relatively painless end and make the best of my time surviving until the inevitable occurs.

I say make the best of my time surviving; though this monster can be terrifying, perhaps my animal instincts have somewhat led me astray. Curios as the cat who let said curiosity lead her to her death, I too seem intrigued by this apex predator. Though I should probably be eternally scared of the beast whilst peacefully going about my daily business, a strange part of me relishes the challenge presented by this monster. While its strike is extremely deadly, I have both the speed and agility to scamper away and narrowly escape decimation at the end of its merciless claws. The element of challenge is one thing, but clearly my mind also has something amiss because even when not in heat, I remain convinced that the beast holds the keys to unimaginable levels of pleasure. Sounds crazy, but yeah.

In my defence, the apex predator that lingers on the other end of my fears, hopes and desires has mesmerising qualities. Deep green eyes which mimic and almost mirror the rich shades which make up the bustling forests during the freshest period of spring. Those eyes however sparkle like the shiniest of rich–coloured rocks that I sometimes traipse across; almost impossible not to stop and stare or end up completely entranced when I brave making direct eye contact. In addition to eyes which gravitate, this creature’s hair is also stunning, though perhaps a bit unruly. A thick coat of elegantly phasing shades of brown and patches of black with a shimmer that’s not far behind the shine which the eyes exhibit. The sound of the creature is a mixed bag; sometimes scratchy, squeaky and irritating and at other times incredibly erotic – screams, moans and wails of pleasure so magnetic that my fears instinctively disappear and (almost certainly foolishly) an irresistible desire to become its prey emerges. Although the beast sports more fur than your average monster, it does visibly take care with maintaining its claws; keeping them perfectly–shaped and flawlessly finished at all times, further adding to my perhaps erroneous attraction. The curves of its body are smooth and flowing, like exquisite undisturbed currents of water in the ocean or similar curves found on the petals of the lovely lily flower.

At this point you may wonder “How are you so sure that this monster wants to eat you?”. Well, I know because this creature has told me as much and because it already has eaten me, more than once in fact. Like any self-respecting jungle cat worthy of it reputation in the jungle, I have narrowly escaped with my life on each occasion, able to recover, regenerate and live to challenge the beast further at a later time.

A creature that can’t really be reasoned with, holding an appetite which borders on insatiable and a thirst which is equally impossible to quell. Before discovering it, I firmly believed that I was the sole apex predator and queen of the jungle and streets; clearly, I was sorely mistaken. While it’s become obvious that this monster can deal unimaginable damage, as if drawn by pheromones, my animal instincts persist in involuntarily pushing my legs and paws in its direction. At this point, I probably can’t fool you with the notion that I don’t want to be eaten, so I might as well come clean and admit it, given that I regularly sleep with this monster and would never deny that I love her, despite my earnest yearning for development in other areas of our relationship.

A monster wants to eat me.

For better or for worse, I want her to.