Such heat, such power...It was enough to drive a woman mad!
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Kleefa trembled like a beaten puppy, watching the violent ordeal from a coral outcropping. Her gunlance ruined, shield battered, perhaps the trio of hunters had bitten off far more than they could chew?
The Coral Highlands were a relatively peaceful place, but when a hungry Odogaron clawed its way from the Rotten Vale there was nothing but pain and blood to be had.
This massive monstrosity was a lean, muscular ball of wrath; like a skinned tiger driven mad by pain and hunger. "Kleefa, run now! You have to–"
The throaty, quaking roar of the Odogaron overtook the scream of Kleefa's male companion, bony claws shredding through armor and flesh alike; there would be no palico cart today.
She sunk inward, heaving in belabored gasps as the skinless abomination lashed out again, snapping its snaggle toothed maw at her other companion; the huntress's scream reduced to a sputtering gurgle in an instant.
Such piercing blue orbs, great spiny muscles contracting with each spasming movement in a display of raw power. It was– it was too much; Kleefa could only admire the beast's ferocity.
On hands and knees she attempted to silently crawl away, though some dark, swelling heat compelling her to linger a bit longer. It was an urge to be resisted, for now, as the young woman inched from her hiding place and to a nearby ridge.
To her detriment, that musky, sweet aroma that wafted from her mound betrayed all attempts at escape; the primal feminine in her awakened by this terrible foe.
Huffing and snorting like a truffle-hunting pig, the Odogaron needed only little effort to corner his prey; in an instant he was on her in a single leap.
But there was no snapping of fangs but rather the nuzzle of a giant snout. The display of affection was unexpected but entirely suitable to the alternative.
"Y-You...you'd never hurt me, right?" What was she even saying? It was wrong. Her friends mauled, dying or worse but what if–what if she...who could blame her for doing what it took to survive! Yes, this was necessary, nothing more.
Nimble fingers moved to the waistband of her scanty Barioth undergarments, taking a moment to massage the smooth, fatty folds of her buttocks, "Is t-this what you'd like?"
Such openness was rewarded with a low growl and another nuzzle. It slammed a clawed paw near her face in an attempt to find a better angle; the sight of the Odogran's claws digging into the rocky ground sending shockwaves of delight down Kleef's spine.
The act of submission, the betrayal of her fellow hunters and everyone back at Seliana had her slick with girly lubricant. Y-Yes! Yes! Being bred by this raging stud was for her survival, of course!