User blog:Ore-samma/My Hakutaku (savage love)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

This one is a fan request from this forum = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068760/r/4400000000000456427

This request was very easy to write, very enjoyable and I like how it turned out!

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'' A Hakutaku turns a uncivilized brute into a well-mannered and sophisticated scholar. The two obviously fall in love ''.

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I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“Excuse me, what did he say?” I said, shaking my head a little, almost wishing I heard incorrectly.

The translator, an Owlmage named Moon shrugged. “The chief said the tribe will honor the treaty with your collective, but only if the treaty was sealed by political marriage with his heir and that he would be educated to the highest possible level.”

“Why on earth would they want a political marriage? Why on earth do they need education?” I said with a snort.

Moon turned back to the chief and spoke in their guttural language. They looked between her and me and the Chief spoke again, keeping his eyes only on me.

“He said that the elders know their way of life is coming to an end. And to keep their own identity and not be like nameless pebbles in the river, they would have to learn the ways of the Mamono and of the Order. To choose for themselves which destiny to take. He said that his daughter already has married a Paladin of the order, and that his son would marry a Mamono to understand both sides of this world that is encroaching onto their lands.”

I sighed and nodded. “Okay, I can understand that.” I looked to the rest of my collective, already knowing that it was going to be up to me to marry the son as they all had husbands.

“Well, ladies.” I said, straightening my glasses. “This wasn’t how I was expecting to get married but….here it is, all the same.”

“I’ll say!” Mona said holding her hand to her mouth and blushing, “You got quite a catch there Lilly!”

I turned back around and almost gasped at the sight of the young man before me.

He was a tall youth, maybe not even fourteen. He wore only a simple pair of leather trousers and had earthen reddish brown skin with long black hair and obsidian eyes. His musculature was on par with any squire of a paladin and his face held a certain wisdom that made me realize that instructing him will likely not be as difficult as I once thought.

“Hello young master.” I said extending my hand. “I am Lilly, what is your name?”

“Chatan.” The young man said, holding his hand to his chest and gave a strange gesture, to at last clasp my hand. “Do not worry, Lady Lilly, my father ensured I knew the tongue of the invaders of our lands. I will try to learn your world and your ways. I ask for patience and understanding.” He finished, looking up into my face. He was tall for his age, but he was about a foot shorter than me.

I felt my cheeks grow hot upon hearing his deep voice and I nodded. “Well, shall we begin?”

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I woke up to one of the collective shaking me awake. “Lilly! We have a problem!”

“Mmm? Wha?” I moaned as I rolled out of bed.

“That boy- Chatan! He- oh! You have to see this for yourself!” She cried out.

I gathered my robe and rushed out into the early morning from our small outpost and cried out at the sight I beheld.

Apparently Chatan took it upon himself to hunt last night and was in the process stretching several hides of butchered deer and fashioning them to make a tent for himself.

“Chatan! What on earth are you doing!?” I cried out, rushing over, almost throwing up from the smell of blood and viscera.

“I make own place for sleeping, I hunt and provide own food.” Chatan said not batting an eye to the files his gore smeared skin was attracting

“This- this-” I waved my hand in front of my face. “This is uncivilized! This is unacceptable!” I cried out.

He pointed to me. “Does cow-lady eat the grass?”

“I- well- I- yes, but that’s not the point!” I cried out.

“I brought sweet grass from high meadow on hilltop! You like, very fresh. All deer travel to eat it.” He said and pointed to a barrel that was filled with a sweet smelling grass.

“That’s lovely, but-” I flinched and nearly cried out as he sunk his teeth onto the poor deer’s eyeball and slurped it down- “you can’t do that!” I cried out and pushed him down.

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In a blink of an eye Chatan got up, grabbed my horns and did an acrobatic move that left me winded and on my back.

“Heads up- savage!” Mona cried out and charged into Chatan and headbutted him from behind, sending him flying.

“Don’t! Stop!” I cried out, rushing over and pushing Mona aside.

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Chatan got up and his face was twisted in fury. “You people are all the same! You come and take lands by force! You kill deer and leave them to rot without feeding those who are hungry! You kill animals and laugh and do not even bother to release them, even if they scream.”

“Don’t bring that ‘noble savage’ speech to me!” Moana retorted. “Your people hunt and kill each other! You enslave and war with the other tribes nonstop! The only redeeming quality you have is your treatment of what you hunt!”

“Maybe this is so- but we do not lie and take back word!” Chatan said, wiping the dirt from his mouth.

“You’ve got a lot to learn about my kind, Chatan.” I said, stepping in front of Mona. “And I have a lot to learn about yours. But we are going to get nowhere if we keep fighting each other.”

I looked at the viscera and the meat Chatan was preparing. “And I think the best way to start is for me to show you what my people have learned about culinary arts. And then you can decide if learning my ways is worth anything.”

Chatan exhaled and nodded. “Fine. I must uphold my father’s word and honor.”

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Together, I showed him the ways of food preparation and storage. We cleaned up the viscera as I explained that the attraction of flies and other carrion was unhealthy as was their presence to the meat.

Together we washed in the river and I took him to the kitchen with his meats.

We salted some of the excess flesh, put some to dry as jerky, and I showed him the finer points of cooking with the rest.

Chatan saw little value of cutting the meat into smaller pieces, but I kept a portion as larger slabs, telling him that the added flavors will be a better example as to why it is better to do it my way.

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We cut and prepared the herbs, spices, and other flavors….butter, oils, and infused essences.

It wasn’t until the savory aromas came together did Chatan’s face softened as he smelled the wonderful scent of seasoned, cooked meat.

I already knew that teaching him proper table manners would be pointless unless he was shown exactly why it had logical sense, and I already had a plan in motion.

“Ladies!” I said as I served the dishes of fresh venison with steamed vegetables. “My husband is not at all acquainted with table manners, but I think we should excuse it today, as his display will certainly give me a fine example as to not eat as you are going to see him eat.”

They nodded but said nothing as I placed a long sheet of paper under each plate and we all dug in.

As expected, Chatan ate with abandon with scraps of food falling to the paper as well as the juices of the meal, while my collective and their husbands kept to more civilized candor.

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Afterwards, I showed Chatan how much wasted food was on his paper and wasted juice compared to everyone else.

“But not only is there wasted food, you already know that everyone was able to eat the same amount. There is no reason to leave food to waste or to rot, wouldn’t you say?” I said, showing him his paper placemat.

Chatan nodded. “Show me how next time?” He said, his face open and full of understanding.

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That’s the way, he has to SEE the point and reason behind learning a new way

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I nodded, “Of course I will. What did you think of dinner?”

Chatan looked a little uncomfortable but kept his dark eyes into my own. “It tasted so much better than meat tribe make. Plants and other things made it good. I see that meat needs to be small to have taste be everywhere in meat.”

I nodded, “So next time we will cut it small, yes?”

Chatan nodded and smiled for the first time.

“By the way, let me show you something we call floss and a toothbrush.”

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The months passed, and it didn’t take long for Chatan to no longer need a practical demonstration or a painfully obvious reason to value the lessons I gave him. His language improved by leaps and bounds, and he was able to transcribe the small collection of his oral traditions and history to parchment.

He accompanied me to embassy meetings between the Mamono Empire and the Order to understand political dealings and even visited his sister on occasion.

He delved into the history of the Order and the Mamono and asked questions to clarify certain things and even speculated on some occasions if my opinions were biased against the Order.

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I was resting late one evening in the heated pool when Chatan came over to me from his tent, holding a letter in his hand.

“Lilly, I think I’ve come to a decision.” He said at last.

“Oh? What would that be?” I said moving to the edge of the pool where he was.

“I think when it becomes my turn to lead my tribe, I will declare the Order an enemy, and convince other tribes to do the same.”

“Why would you do that?”

Chatan handed me the most recent letter from his sister.

I moved over to the glowing stones in the pool and almost wept to see how venomous his sister's words were to him, calling him a ‘species traitor’ and not believing that he was even alive anymore, and how her husband and a squad would one day lay waste to any that would betray their own kind.

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“Oh my!” I cried out, putting the letter aside. “I’m so sorry Chatan.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. I knew this was coming. Each time I visited her, her husband and their family would treat me like I was a dog. They would snicker behind my back even when I used the correct language and kept proper manners at their table.” He sighed and picked up the letter. “And through it all, I do not remember a single time where you lied to me about the Order or how they deal with the Mamono and those who love them.”

I held my hand to my chest. “We mamono just want to live in peace and to find love. It wasn’t always this way, but it is this way now.”

Chatan kneeled and brought his face close to mine. “Even you?” He said in a near-whisper.

“I- well, yes. Even me,” I said, feeling my face turn hot.

“Then, do you love me?”

“I- well- of course I do!” I blurted out.

Still keeping direct eye contact, Chatan removed his clothes and slipped into the heated pool with me. My heart thundered in my chest as he strode closer to me, the anxiety and near-panic was almost too much- I wasn’t ready- Oh!

I slowly backed up and gasped slightly as my back touched the wall of the pool.

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Chatan kept his dark eyes on me as he strode closer. My! How did I not notice how fast he grew? Chatan now stood taller than me by a foot. His shoulders and musculature grew into his frame, and to be point-blank; he was a massive male specimen.

 “Oh my.”  I squeaked as he closed the distance even more.

“Do I offend you?” He said, stopping just before our chests touched.

“No, not at all. It’s just that this is so-” I fanned my face with my fingers. “I wasn’t expecting it to be like this.”

“You are my woman, my wife, yes?” He said, his eyes now more intense.

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At the words ‘my woman’ I felt my knees grow weak. He knew me almost as much as I knew him. His directness was such a detriment in political matters, but it did cut through all the ridiculous double-speak that he had no patience for. And to be this direct with me brought forth my ‘soft-reluctance’ that fulfilled my own dirty little fetish of being taken just slightly against my will.

“ Well, I mean of course I am bu-  * moo !* ” I squeaked more than ‘mooed’ as he lifted one of my legs and pressed forward onto, and into me.

I reached forward and held onto his strong, broad neck and shoulders. I lifted my other leg and wrapped them around his hips as pushed his way deep into me. I yelped again as I felt my fleshy barrier stretch then break in my body.

“Then if you’re my woman, I waited long enough to take you as my own.” He breathed into my ear, causing me to shudder….in all my years I never thought I would be claimed like this! Oh! How dirty! How savage! How uncouth! How….wonderful.

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“'' Oh! Chatan ''.” I gasped as he thrusted his body into me. “'' Please! Be gentle! It’s my first time ''.”

He grunted and repositioned his arms so my back rested against his meaty forearms as he continued to thrust, grunt and breathe hard in my ear.

I felt my climax peak and crest, but still he continued- making the next climax even stronger- harder- more consuming.

At last he came, and I felt his warmth spread in my womb, but he held on tighter and started to devour my lips and tongue like the savage youth I first met. Soon after, he started to thrust again.

Again and again he mated with me, making me his, at one point he turned me around and seized my hair and breasts and bred me from behind.

After a while, I could no longer keep up with his vigor and went limp in his arms. He looked towards his tent and carried me away.

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I shivered from the cold as much as the ecstasy as he closed the flap, added a small amount of wood to the smouldering embers and continued to mate with me on his piles of fur and blankets.

I felt my consciousness slip in and out as the waves of ecstasy rolled over me, punctuated by my moans and cries and his heavy breathing.

At last, I felt him shudder once more inside my body and underneath my hands that were on his back, to at last rest by my side.

He pulled me into his embrace and stroked my hair and back. “Lilly…. I want to thank you for teaching me so much.”

“Hmmmm.” I moaned, stretching into him, feeling his limp flesh between my bottom. “How could I not? I love you.” I said with a sigh.

“As do I. Tomorrow, I will swear before the nations that our alliance will be forever. As will our marriage, and our love.”

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I tugged his arms to wrap around my body and drifted to sleep, feeling as though there was no place I could be that was safer than in the arms of my husband.