[Skeb] Beyond the hope we had lost and given up on (Patreon)

Skeb for 雨竜 

[Story (setting:雨竜  writing: Tenebscuro)]

The Scorned Magnamalo is a mutant of the Magnamalo with one of its horns missing, and while it shows unusual strength, it is a fallen member of its race. Magnamalo's horns are a symbol of the male's dignity to the female, and a Magnamalo without horns is disqualified from mating with females for life.

Zinogre stood in front of an outlaw who entered his territory.

Zinogre knew immediately that the Scorned Magnamalo in front of him was no ordinary opponent. So, from the start, he went all out. Magnamalo, however, was not intimidated by such an attack, and in a single flash, he cut Zinogre down.

But he, Scorned Magnamalo, let Zinogre live, for when he was about to put an end to Zinogre, he noticed by its scent that it was a female. Why he did that, I don't know, or maybe he was just driven mad by raging lust.

At any rate, he took her back to the nest and let her heal her wounds. When she eventually woke up and asked him to explain his actions, he replied that it was to monopolize the female that she was. It was an answer that could not be explained by words, a mixture of lies and bluster, of naivete and inferiority.

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Some months later, a change occurred in her. She came into heat. If it weren't for his reaction as he writhed on top of me, I would never have thought that his genitals had been inserted.

It was painful for her, as she was still unable to move, but the sweet smell emanating from her was also painful for him, as he was no longer qualified to mingle with the female.

She was aware of this. She had also long since realized the cowardice and resignation that lay behind his female monopoly, the fact that he had never been with a female before.

Whatever the reason, his previous devoted care and the knowledge of his personality had made her trust him a little more.

When she took a stance of acceptance toward him, he was clearly upset. He hid his upset with his strength and deliberately tried to act rough. But she pointed out that he was not treating her like a female, and he had no choice but to shut up. He had no way of knowing what she meant by "how to treat a female," because he had no idea.

With her urging him on, he aimed at her and slowly sank his hips down, scratching at her entrance.

'Is this what a female smells like, is this what a female feels like?'

His genitals, exposed to the open air, were enveloped in soft flesh that was hot and slippery.

At that moment, a sensation like an electric shock ran through his groin and down his spine, scorching his brain. His brain, paralyzed by the intense stimulation, lost its normal function, and his accompanying limbs trembled. Magnamalo was simply overwhelmed by the sensation for the first time. He had heard that mating was supposed to feel good, but he wasn't sure if he could call it a good feeling. But he knew in his gut that he would not be able to endure it for long.

She, on the other hand, opened her eyes at the unexpected pain. If it had not been for his reaction to her writhing on top of him, she would not have thought that his genitals had been inserted; Magnamalo's genitals were only the size of his fingers, but they were covered with numerous spines to ovulate the female. And he was a virgin, so there was no way he could wield such a weapon. Now that their crotches were connected, there was no turning back. Zinogre sighed in disappointment as he realized that he could not just gobble up the pleasure.