The Little Scarlet Flower
The monster was dying… Silence reigned on the island, birds did not sing, plants withered. The cheerful streams of fountains did not babble, music did not play in the white-stone chambers… The heart of the merchant's daughter, a beauty as if painted, trembled; she sensed something amiss; she ran through the high chambers and green gardens, calling in a ringing voice for her kind master—nowhere was there an answer or greeting…
She ran to the grassy hillock where her beloved scarlet flower grew and flourished, and she sees that the forest beast, the sea wonder, lies on the hillock, embracing the scarlet flower with its ugly paws. And it seemed to her that he had fallen asleep, waiting for her,
and now sleeps a deep sleep. The merchant's daughter, the beauty as if painted, began to wake him gently—he does not hear; she started to wake him more firmly, grabbed his shaggy paw—and sees that the forest beast, the sea wonder, lies lifeless, dead…Her bright eyes clouded, her swift legs gave way, she fell to her knees, embraced with her white arms the head of her kind master, the ugly and repulsive head, and cried out in a desperate voice:
"Arise, awaken, my dear Friend, I love you as my desired bridegroom!…"
He opened one eye and whispered in a dying voice, "You have come… You have come to me after all…" The girl clung to his satin fur, drenching it with burning tears, and whispered fervently, "What must I do for you to be with me again, my master? I will go to the ends of the earth, procure any magical potion, if only you were alive and well!"
The monster sighed sorrowfully and shifted under her (after all, the merchant's daughter was not particularly slender). In a quiet voice, he uttered, "There is one remedy, my beloved Alyonushka, but whether you will agree to such sacrifices—I do not know."
— I will do anything, anything, to help my intended bridegroom!
— Well then…—He rolled onto his back and stretched his numb paws—Do you see the little red shoot between my paws? Touch it with your sugary lips, lick it with your tongue, rub it with your lily-white fingers, and a wondrous miracle will occur, a marvel of marvels; it will grow and a miraculous liquid will gush forth from it, in it lies my salvation! If you cannot fulfill my request, we will have to part, dear bride, for all eternity!
— For the sake of my dear friend, I will fulfill everything, do everything, only do not leave me!
He spread his mighty hind paws, the girl saw a wondrous shoot, like a flower on a stem, the flower's head was red, a dewdrop glistened on it (and try to remain calm when a young girl is squirming on your body, stroking with her hands…). The monster helped the merchant's daughter to lie down on him in a jackknife position, to make it more convenient to administer the procedures. The brave girl brought her mouth close to the miraculous flower, timidly brought the bud to her lips and kissed it. A shiver ran through the monster's body at that moment, she recoiled in fear, but he whispered encouragingly:—Do not stop, these are signs of impending healing.
The girl grew bolder, opened her mouth slightly and licked the nectar with her tongue. The taste was unusual, but
not at all unpleasant. He slightly lifted his hips, and the member entered her mouth easily, as if greased. The girl tried hard, her fingers wrapped around his heated flesh, as if by magic the flower in her hands grew, the head was barely encompassed by her lips. He reached for her hand and unobtrusively moved it to his hairy balls, which she immediately began to fondle.
She felt that she even liked this activity, the sucking movements echoed with warmth in her lower abdomen, she wanted to slip a hand to her shameful place and stroke herself, as she often did when her elder sisters went to sleep, and the chambers became dark and quiet.
He took advantage of her being occupied and gently hooked the hem of her dress with a claw. Higher, still higher… She towered over him, spreading her white thighs wide, a bush of light hair attracted his gaze and already glistened with moisture. He greedily inhaled the spicy maiden scent. She smelled of freshly cut grass… He placed his front paws on her waist and thrust his ugly muzzle right between the wet lips; by this point she was already so aroused that she didn't even ask if this was necessary for the treatment.
In this body, he was deprived of fingers; his clawed paws had to be restrained. However, his tongue was not inferior in size to his member, flexible, long, it began to screw into the wet hole; the girl, from such manipulations, began to wiggle her bottom, moan, and squeeze her lips tighter around the member. His tongue tirelessly pounded the hole, sometimes slipping out and starting to lick the tiny clitoris or moving to the other enticing hole.
The innocent girl filled the deserted garden with her cries; she had never experienced such pleasure before; the hot, thick tongue invaded her cave like a piston; she became disheveled, her dress fell from her shoulders, revealing her full breasts. Beside herself, the girl clamped the member between her breasts, the wet head nudged her lips, cheeks; the beast growled and shot a fountain of sperm into Alyonushka's slightly open mouth. An orgasm shook his shaggy body; he bit her clitoris, and the girl, with a moan, fell onto him, exhausted…
They lay side by side, catching their breath. She shyly whispered into his ear, "Is one time enough for healing? I can save you some more, as many times as you say…"