A faint feeling of warmth on my face drew my mind up from unconsciousness, into that fuzzy boundary between wakefulness and rest. My senses were just barely filtering through the sleepy haze when that feeling came again—a slight warmth tenderly pressing against my face. The barest moment later my mind put it all together and realized the feeling was focused on my lips.
"Mm… Good morning, Avalie," I mumbled into her kiss with the barest hint of a smile.
"Good morning," she hummed in return, taking my head into her paws for another kiss. Avalie was always fond of waking me up like this, and it was a custom I had come to enjoy over the course of our relationship.
Following her gentle pull, I rolled over onto my side and opened my eyes slightly. Before me was the same sight I had seen every day for the last two years, but sometimes it still felt like I was stuck in a dream when I woke up in the same bed as Avalie. She was a beauty like no other: a rare and powerful monster-girl known as a Manticore.
She was slightly taller than even my impressive height for a human male, with a body that hid none of her incredible physical strength. From underneath her strawberry-blonde bangs, Avalie's rose-colored eyes met my sleepy gaze, filled with an affection she only ever revealed to me in moments like these; moments where the was no other world except the small, comfortable space we shared together.
You would never expect a creature like her—a monster-girl with crimson, demonic wings, claw-tipped paws for hands, and the pointed teeth of a wolf—to be capable of such tenderness, but that was exactly how she treated me. Like most mornings, Avalie drew me into a cuddle that brought my collarbone against her chest, and my face into the spiky yet soft fur which covered her neck like an angry-looking scarf. She did so with incredible care, as though I were made of glass and liable to break if she handled me too roughly.
"It looked like you were going through a pretty rough dream, so I decided to wake you up," she murmured quietly, letting her paws wander down my back. "Sorry if I interrupted anything nice."
"Don't worry about it," I assured her with a smile, gently nuzzling her neck. "I can't even remember what I was dreaming about. Couldn't have been as good as this, anyway."
Avalie let out a quiet purr of amusement, slipping her paws beneath my shirt and gently trailing the tips of her nails up my back. Quite predictably, I let out a soft, longing sigh and arched my back, pressing myself against Avalie's body in that needy way she always liked.
"So easy to please, my little human…" Avalie chuckled in a soft voice, scratching my back with a little more pressure.
"Mmh, you know I can't help it…" I moaned quietly, clutching at Avalie's sides to cope with the blissful feeling of her nails running across my back.
After a few rounds of scratching my back in long, lazy strokes beneath my pajama shirt, Avalie swapped to using her palms instead, soothing away the tingling feeling built up by her nails with the softness of her paw pads. The switch in sensations drew another heavy, wistful sigh out of my lungs, and I practically melted into her embrace.
"I'll never get tired of that," she purred, planting another warm kiss on my forehead.
"Tired of what?" I mumbled into the snowy fur of her neck.
"The way you go limp in my arms like a kitten when I draw all the tension out of you," Avalie replied with amusement in her voice. "It's adorable."
"Most people wouldn't… Mmm…"—I let out another gentle moan as Avalie switched to using her nails on my back again—"Wouldn't call me adorable…"
"Why? Because you're a big, strong, human male?" Avalie said teasingly. "I think that just adds to how adorable you are."
I wanted to carry on our little semantic argument, but it was getting difficult to form a coherent sentence. I was still just barely awake, nuzzled against Avalie's soft, warm body and wrapped up in the blankets of our bed while she was busy scratching my back in that maddeningly pleasurable way of hers. It didn't take much longer for Avalie to have me in a steady rhythm of tension and relaxation induced by the gentle alternation between her claws and paw-pads.
"Avalie, you're going to wear me out like this," I groaned, nestling my face into the softness of her neck in search of shelter from the waves of bliss radiating from my back.
"Ah, forgive me. There's just so much tension in your muscles, you poor thing." Avalie purred lovingly as her paws relented for a moment to gently circle around my hips. "I can't let my precious human get so wound up by himself, can I? A little stress relief would do you some good."
"Mmm… Avalie…" I murmured in a cautioning tone, having already noticed the way she was shifting onto her side. "It sounds like you have something in mind."
"Nothing you aren't already in the mood for," she replied teasingly. Her paws pulled my hips forward just enough so that my crotch was pressed into her thigh, where my arousal became blatantly obvious.
I nuzzled a bit deeper into her neck with a playful chuckle. "Dead to rights. Now, if I was a betting man, I'd say you want to use your tail."
"And how did you come to that conclusion?" Avalie said, the blush in her voice laying her intentions bare.
"You always shift your hips back slightly when you want to put your tail to work," I pointed out with a smirk hidden in the crook of her neck.
She was quick to fake a sense of gruff irritation. "Can't hide anything from you."
With another small laugh, I reached out to caress Avalie's tail, which I knew was coming to rest on the top side of my hip, like it always did. A Manticore's tail is a very special thing, the part of their body which makes them unmistakably unique. Compared to the tails of other monster-girls, it's quite long and rather bulky-looking, but that's not what sets it apart. Rather than simply curtailing into a point, the end of a Manticore's tail is where a large bulb covered in retractable spines lies.
Avalie always kept her spines retracted to avoid any uncomfortable accidents, so I was free to run my hand along the curve of her tail-bulb—a motion which she always seemed to enjoy. The exterior of her tail-bulb was naturally sensitive thanks to the amount of nerve-endings that were concentrated inside of it, where the real interesting stuff is. Far from some ornamental piece or defensive implement, the end of a Manticore's tail is an organ that specializes in milking men's genitals.
My hand drifted to the very end of Avalie's tail-bulb, where its leathery exterior gave way to a flower-like opening of fleshy petals that were already slightly sticky with the clear slime her tail's orifice naturally secreted. Feeling adventurous, I let two of my fingers sink ever so slightly into the warmth of her tail-bulb's gently pulsing nubs of soft pink flesh. Avalie reacted with a pleased shiver, growling quietly and squeezing my hips with a bit more force. I decided to let my moment of playfulness last a bit longer, giving her neck a gentle kiss and letting my fingers sink a bit deeper.
It was a classic two-front approach; the skin on Avalie's neck was especially sensitive thanks to being covered by her patch of fur there all the time, and her tail-bulb was especially eager for some stimulation. The bulb's inner nubs pulsed against my fingers eagerly, the folds of her tail drawing my digits in deeper with a few eager sucking motions. Avalie let out a low hum of arousal, sliding her paws up to my sides and kneading the muscles there.
"This stress relief you're talking about… it's just for my sake, huh?" I asked her in a low, teasing voice.
"Maybe we'll both get something out of this," she admitted begrudgingly. I curled my fingers slightly against the soft walls of her tail's inner reaches, and Avalie did nothing to contain the lusty, needy sigh that escaped her lips. "Your pants are coming off," she stated plainly.
I gave her an amused nod. "No complaints here."
Never one for subtlety, Avalie hooked her claws into the waistband of the pajama pants I had been sleeping in, and pulled them off in a single smooth motion—along with my underwear.
"Straight to the point, hm?" I said humorously, pulling my face out of Avalie's neck to shoot her a wry smile.
"Mmh, shut up…" she purred playfully, drawing me into a messy and passionate kiss.
I was fully awake at this point, as was Avalie, who was getting quite wrapped up in the heat of the moment. Her tongue invaded my mouth with a profound sense of greed, tasting everything it could reach. I held the kiss for a few lengthy moments, before pulling my face back for a breath of air. She cleverly took that as her moment to tumble from our cuddling position on our sides to one where I was sprawled out on my back, with her toned and supple body looming above me.
I couldn't help but appreciate the sight, the heavy curves of Avalie's body straining against her ruffled and minimalist pajamas as she held herself above me, panting with arousal and staring into my eyes with a look of predatory lust that could make a less experienced man shake with fear. Though her gaze was carnivorous, Avalie always handled me like a fragile treasure—a fact she quickly demonstrated when she sunk down to ravish my neck. Though she possessed a myriad of pointed teeth and the bite strength necessary to snap through steel, Avalie had never left more than a nasty hickey on me.
My neck was infamously sensitive, and she loved to exploit it to the fullest. Her soft, warm tongue ran broad strokes across my skin, while her teeth left careful nibbles in their wake and used just the right amount of pressure to drive me crazy.
"Nnnh, you little devil…" I groaned with a smile, squirming beneath her powerful grip on my shoulders. My look of amusement quickly dissipated into a hazy grimace of arousal when Avalie's tail-bulb made itself know once again, the sticky heat of its petals kissing the base of my shaft. "Ah… Avalie…"
"Hmm? What's the matter? Where did my smug little human go?" Avalie growled with an abundant sense of mischief in her voice. "Don't you have something clever to say?"
My upper-hand in our state of play had completely dissolved, alongside any resemblance of my previously witty personality. Avalie's paws gripped my torso just beneath my arms, her mouth continuing it's blissfully torturous work all the while. Another pressure-heavy kiss against the cords of my neck sent my head reeling, followed by the involuntary twitching of my hips.
"Getting quite eager," Avalie murmured, letting the heat of her breath wash over the wet patch she had left on my neck. "Your hips are starting to look restless. Tense, even."
To punctuate her statement, Avalie brought her tail-bulb slightly closer to my crotch, letting its outer petals kiss the throbbing flesh of my genitals with slightly more force. The feeling only deepened my sense of needy delirium, my arms instinctively crossing over Avalie's back and squeezing her in an attempt at anchoring my senses. She let out a low, pleased hum in response, smiling against my neck and giving it another sharp nibble that made me see stars. My hips reflexively arched again, trying to press against her tail-bulb just a little bit more, but Avalie pulled it back just enough to keep the contact feather-light.
"Ah… Avalie… Please, you're driving me crazy!" I moaned quietly.
"Just tell me what you want, my little human, and it's yours," she promised me in a husky voice that was right next to my ear. "Anything for you."
"Your tail," I whimpered, my tone glazed over with lust, "I need it…"
Something about that pleading, desperate tone that crept into my voice after she worked me into a frenzy always made Avalie's blood run hot with passion. She lifted her face from my neck and met my gaze with dark-rose eyes drenched in lust. Moments later, my lips had been captured in another one of her wonderfully rough kisses, her tongue pushing into my mouth without hesitation. At the same time, Avalie slid the end of her tail up so that its outer petals were now kissing the tip of my aching cock.
I could feel the sticky heat of her tail bulb's thick secretions drooling onto my glans—an electrifying mixture of sensations that effortlessly drew a heavy moan out of my chest. Avalie drank it in with greed and passion, still frisking every inch of my mouth with her tongue in a deep embrace. She shifted her weight to free up her right paw, delicately clutching the side of my face with it to hold my head steady. Deepening our kiss with her new hold on me, Avalie finally sunk her tail-bulb down onto the tip of my dick—and despite how many times we had done that very thing, I was never quite ready for how good it felt.
My hips immediately responded with a powerful spasm, but Avalie was quick to keep them locked in place with her knees. "Ah, ah, ah…" she hummed, breaking our kiss to gently chide me with an incredibly smug look. "Not all at once, my little human. You'd pass out from the pleasure I let you do that."
I could barely grit my teeth and groan in response. Though Avalie's tail-bulb had just barely taken the tip of my cock into its embrace, the feeling was already overwhelmingly good. The smooth, sticky petals of her tail's outer mouth were gently gliding across the skin of my shaft, smearing it with her viscous arousal while the countless little nubs of the tail-bulb's inner orifice were beginning to massage my glans in pulsing waves.
"Please… Pleeaassee…" I moaned like a ragged animal, eyes screwed shut in a vain attempt to stifle the pleasure that was saturating my every nerve-ending. "It feels so fucking good… Please, Avalie! I need it so bad!"
"And you'll get everything you need," Avalie purred lovingly, nuzzling my neck in a gentle, teasing gesture. "Just as soon as I feel like giving to you."
Her control over my pleasure was absolute, and she knew it. I was her lust-stricken patient, and she was my only caregiver. The feeling of control over me mixed with mutual pleasure aroused her like nothing else—the knowledge that she could drive me to the edge of sanity with her body's ministrations and that I craved such a thing from her was the ultimate sexual thrill for a Manticore like Avalie.
She was just as hungry to indulge in the pleasure I was experiencing, prompting her to take me further into her tail. With each millimetre that Avalie's tail-bulb sunk down onto my cock, the feelings assaulting my senses only grew more intense. It was slow, and steady, but her tail drew me in with unmistakable greed. Every nub of the thousands which lay within worked together to try and pull my cock deeper into her embrace.
Avalie's gentle breathing soon became a fully passionate rhythm of panting, her pointy black-and-white ears growing flushed and beginning to twitch with arousal. "I'll never get tired of that feeling," she growled in a thoroughly satisfied voice. "My tail feels so empty without you in it…" With those words, she coaxed her tail's orifice forward onto the final few inches of my cock, until its outer petals were kissing my pubic bone.
There was a heavy, lusty silence between us as we both basked in the incredible feeling of her taking me to the base. For her, it was a feeling of all-consuming fullness that sent a warm rush of pleasure across her entire body—for me it was the most engrossing experience ever. The sensation of her tail's inner walls hungrily massaging every inch of my dick in deep waves of repeated suckling was something that never grew less intense, less awe-inspiring no matter how often I felt it.
"That's better," Avalie sighed with a fanged grin of enjoyment. "So, so much better." She wisely kept her tail still to give me more time to adjust, but wasted no time leaning back down to give my face a few wet kisses. "How does that feel, darling?"
"It's a lot," I said through heavy, labored breaths. "It's always a lot."
"Mm, I know," she purred sympathetically, rubbing my jawline with her thumb in a subtly soothing motion. "Just relax a little bit and let it all feel good. Let my tail take away all that tension in your body."
Listening to her words, I tried to even out the maelstrom of sensory input lighting up my body with several deep breaths. The key, I had learned after many passionate days and nights with Avalie, was to lean in to the gentle, rhythmic rippling feeling of her tail-bulb's nubs and turn it into a source of relaxing pleasure rather than tension-building agony. Avalie rested patiently above me, still propped up on her hands and knees, observing my expression as it slowly melted from pained to at ease.
"There you go… Relaxing in my grip, giving all that pent-up stress over to me." Avalie's voice was low and passionate, interspersed with hot little kisses on my forehead and lips. "So comfortable beneath me… It's where you truly belong."