Talk:Nureonago/@comment-28935784-20150712031056/@comment-27039570-20151004092509

In my own naive and inexperienced fashion, I let my jaw hang open agape in shock at her sudden proposal. Being a well mannered villager of Zipangu, I was taught to be aware being travelling into more dangerous regions, so I naturally took on a reserved life style. It was my first time ever coming across a monster in any form, and even if I actually did before, I'd bolt as fast I could. At first I felt ashamed for my mindlessness as I heard her gasp, ending in a meesely, barely audible gurgle before she swiftly slung her head, just to meet her slick damp lips with mine. Why did I leave my mouth open, ugh?! Of all encounters, I had to mess up this badly now.

At first, my self-criticism and research on monsters made it seem like a bitter assault, I'd bite the worthless wretch of a slime, but... She seemed so lonely, and her tongue, soon swirling eagerly around mine, gave me a tranquil reverie similar to that of a rainy day, it even had the same watered down, calm taste to it that I couldn't help but recall from all the times it ran down my face. Not only that, but with her gorgeous, sleek, perfected body, I couldn't resist. She must have a heart, or core, or something somewhere! I soon just, gave up and complied, for much needed 'research', I told myself...

Pretty much, I'm so taken aback, I can't even bring myself to reason properly. I try to grip her shoulders, to bring each other closer in. I'm shocked by how convicingly, human soft her 'skin' is, yet it's so slippery wet it takes a couple curls before I can really grip it. My attempts simply please her more and more, so she shuffles her thin lips along against mine, up and down, here and there, leaving trails of slimely, thin saliva all over mine; the situation gives off all meanings of the word 'overwhelmed', yet also 'discovery', strangely enough (though I can't help but feel she's also holding back some ticklish giggles for my sake, or maybe she's just holding in actual, laughs?... Or, I just felt some sort of slight, trembling resistance...). This makes the whole moment get imprinted in my head even more, so I instinctively suckle her tender, slippery, slimey lips and move in closer, just to feel her jiggly, well rounded breasts press against my flat chest. It isn't rough at all, if anything it feels more like a slippery, gentle press as she gets my shirt all wet, but, I could care less as the veloptious mounds do wonders against my psyche, completely defusing it as my mind runs wild with lewd, vivid thoughts like an instant, natural mental assault. I decide, here and there, that in this world, filled with the cruelest of beasts, this is the sweetest I could find, even if she reminds me of nothing but lonely, rainy days back at home... Wait...

I must have her, I must, just understand for now. A wavering determination fueled me as I gave her one last pull, trailing my slender fingers through her gel-like, thick, yet runny black hair. It goes through easy like lines of silk, despite being so syrupy cold. As I do this, she wraps her arms around me in meek pursuit, pulling me in closer like an invitation. To further motivate me, she starts to wriggle a little against me, but with how it all is... Runny, semi-clear slime's started to trail down her like profuse, rainy sweat, so her full, adaptively juicy breasts slip and slide all over me as her short-style kimono starts to take on a natural, damp transparency. This just makes it all the more teasingly arousing, so as to unsurprisingly combat that, I find myself grinding into her, letting her learn the feeling of my stiff shaft against her tender, thick thighs. She gasps again, so I open my eyes just in time to see the lids of hers do the same, though in slower, more, anxious curiousity as to why I stopped? She's worried she's offended me, now of all times, but I'm already way too far past gone. I just want to help her now...

I part in a slow, mesmerized display of unintentional innocent, yet she does the same as a beautiful blush has now stained her gorgeous cheeks. Again, I gaze into her deep sapphire eyes, and, try to redeem myself as best I can, though the slimes still trailing between my legs..

"I'm, a fuckin', hikikomori... (Japanese shut-ins)"

I gaze downward, ashamed but, necassary to inform. I can't give up now, so I'll just let her know. She caresses my own shoulder just after, giving me an understanding glance...

"I've been walled up in the well by the back of your house for years... I watched you whenever you came by..."

Now I didn't know how to feel. An invader or abandoned? I, with, such a warm (yet irronically cool) welcoming, I let her continue as I treaded cautiously up the stairs to my home, prying the door open nervously. She follows me, but back a ways. She actually pauses for a moment, as the entrance to her new nests grazes wide open to her. She doesn't jump in, filled with monster-like temptation, but actually waits, with clear, wife-like patience. It's so refined, I could never see it as sinister at all...

"I, I know. I just never wanted to admit it, and when I saw you, I, you mimic so well I wanted to see if my sus..."

She waits attentively for my explaination, with a surreal, life-like purety.

I completely give in, no more.

"You deserve a place to stay just as much as me..."