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I have fallen behind on my The Beast entries. Started a new job. But here's one new entry. #ttrpg #MonsterFuckers

Day 14

While I do believe the child to be mine, I am not so naive as to assume myself to be its first lover. When I found it, it was taking shelter in the remains of a burned down farmhouse, that of Chelsea's great-aunt Winnie.

Winnie was a hermit. From the stories Chrlsea had been told by her mother, which she had shared with me, Winnie got married in her early 20s and shortly thereafter became suspiciously withdrawn. Within the year, her husband died of heart failure. She never spoke to anyone in the family again after the funeral, just cooped herself up in this old farm house out in the middle of nowhere.

Chelsea found the family rumors fascinating. They ranged from a secret lover and murdered spouse to witchcraft to a secret fortune in stolen dubloons. The diversity of the rumors alone made it clear that she kept her secrets well.

Then one day, she set fire to the old house and vanished. She must have been in her 80s by then, but the rubble was searched thoroughly. She had simply taken off somewhere. Chelsea found this more fascinating still, while the rest of her family found it to simply be one more irritating stunt from an impudent stain on the family name, a last insult. The rest of her family being content to let the ashes sit and hopefully blow away over time, Chelsea felt the need to satiate her curiosity over who Winnie had been, and she had invited me to join on the adventure.

Chelsea drove out there on a Saturday morning, myself to join in the afternoon. She knew that the ruins had already been searched, and that if we were to find anything of interest at all, it would likely just be some personal token of a life once lived in that place. I suppose it's easy to project onto such a mysterious character, as Chelsea had seen in this woman she'd never seen a kindred spirit of sorts, and Chelsea brought me along in on her strange nostalgia. We were going to sift the ashes, have a couple drinks, sift some more, and call it a night. I had brought bedding for my truck in case the drinking got farther than planned.

As it happened, we found nothing interesting that day, just a seemingly well-maintained home that had been burned to the ground. We got started drinking early and stopped late. We celebrated the mystery of a woman who had, in our minds, chosen her independence over familial obligation, and gone out in a blaze. We speculated over her motivations around a campfire. And we slept in the bed of my truck.

I only remember parts of that night, once the fire had been put out. I only really know with certainty that we had gotten into the truck fully clothed, there was warmth between us, our lips touched more than once, and by the time we woke in the morning, we were naked and wrapped around eachother, comfortable and unready to face the sun.

Awkward and apologetic, Chelsea rushed to dress herself and head home, my still hazy mind missing the signs of her shame and embarrassment, distracted as it was by the grace and comfort I found in her form. I stayed behind, basking in the glow of what I could piece together of the night before, as I had not yet known shame in my body, only love and lust in varying degrees, only a sadness that she had left and would likely never want to speak of what had happened. I only realize writing this now how much I miss her.

Having slept a few hours longer, as I had no plans for that Sunday, I found myself startled by a noise coming from the house, as if someone were pouring water on the long-dead fire. Peeking from the back of the truck, I saw a strange shape moving in the ashes. I mistook it for some kind of leak or geyser. Moving water under rubble I assumed must be something either natural or accidental, certainly not a person or animal. Knowing the isolation of this farmhouse, and having the practical instincts of a person raised in similar places, I casually slipped on panties and bra to go take a look.

Getting out of the truck, I was immediately struck by the sweet smell, clearly floral. Then as I approached, I saw it, not for what it was but for what it appeared to be. Half-buried, I did not take if for a living thing until it reacted to my presence. It suddenly stopped digging and flattened itself under the remains of a bed.

At this, my mind raced with strange stories of witches and demons and ungodly pacts, wondering at what unholy purpose such a thing might serve, but as I stood there, frozen and vulnerable, so did it. And as we both calmed, it cautiously reached out an arm, and so did I.

By the time it oozed out from under the bed, I had joined it in the ashes, curious as to what this watery creature felt like. As I placed a hand on it, I could feel it shudder in fear. Then, as I gently slid that hand along its surface, it became shockingly, and intoxicatingly, obvious that while I was completely unfamiliar with and body like its, it was intimately familiar with that of a woman.

It had clearly taken my touch as an invitation to touch back, which it did with a deft and gentle hand, or arm. By the time it was done with me, finding the differences between my responses and that of its prior lover, or lovers, I knew that whatever this was, it was not going to sit alone in these ashes. I was bringing it home, consequences be as damned. As damned as I didn't know I already was.

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Day 13

I think it's experiencing something like morning sickness. It started expelling parts of its food back out of the holes in its nucleus. It seems to take hours to shove all of the pieces back in, just letting them float around in its fluid as it weakly and slowly grasps for the larger parts. I'm assuming this is also some kind of fatigue. Were the roles reversed, I imagine sex would be the furthest thing from my mind.

With that in consideration, I tried to be gentle with it tonight and not attempt any play at all, allowing it some seemingly much-needed rest. However, it continued to reach out and attempted to lift me anyway. Lacking the vigor to do this, it slid closer, softly caressing my neck and breasts while guiding me closer. The attempt was sweet and endearing, but it was obvious to me that it was in no state to be attempting to take care of my appetites, and it would be my turn to serve it.

To this end, I stood next to it allowing it to touch wherever it liked without placing the weight of my body on it. As I did so, it seemed helpless, and I gently reached into it, intent on stroking its nucleus manually to bring it to orgasm. But upon my reaching it, it finally seemed to take my hint that I would be focusing on it tonight, and it took this hint with enthusiasm.

It found the strength to pull me closer and into itself, guiding my hands to its feeding holes and gripping my ass to grind my pussy against the nearest side of its inner body. Encouraging me to finger it as I rhythmically thrusted against it, it seemed to be getting close to orgasm very quickly.

This all was very arousing, though not the physical stimmulation I would need to get there myself. Then as it began to shudder, the mood finally started to take me, as did one of its arms, gently gripping my ass from surprisingly deep inside, pulling me into it. When it was done cumming into me, I had very nearly gotten there myself, but its strength was clearly spent.

Tempted though I was to dig my fingers deep into its feeding holes and grind myself to completion, forcing it to twitch and shudder along, powerless to stop me from filling its holes and forcing myself in animal lust against its sensitive insides, I thought better of it, opting to let it have some sorely needed rest.

When I returned to my room, I found the orgasm I had missed on my own, relishing in the power I had had over it in that moment and wondering if I may one day seize that power at a less complicated opportunity. The idea of taking control to simply use if for my pleasure was certainly more enticing than I would have previously imagined. I wonder how I might communicate that desire so as not to violate its trust.

Perhaps after the baby is born I could explore these possibilities with it, cautiously and thoughtfully. I love it too much to hurt it, and even in a purely selfish context, I don't know how it left last time. There is nothing I can do to prevent it from leaving again, and taking our child with it, if it felt unsafe here. My heart could not bear that.

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Day 11

Oh, to be alive and in love! It has returned to me! What an embarassing fool I am, and how grateful that it will never know my shameful assumptions of its motivations! I will not pretend to understand how, but we are soon to be mothers! I don't think I have ever used so many exclamations in a single paragraph!

When I arose this morning, or afternoon as the case may have been, groggy and teetering between despondency and determination, I made it all the way to the kitchen before realizing that that miserable silence of yesterday had vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. I ran upstairs with such furious joy that I am confident that I broke a toe on my right foot on the second step, then carried my momentum with no hesitation, guaranteeing that two were broken on the impact with the final step.

Waiting inside was my love, no longer flinching and hiding but sitting in its usual place in front of the door. And this was my turn to hesitate. I slowed my pace and summoned some composure, stepping cautiously and giving it plenty of time to retreat as I approached, verbalizing my fears and my admiration, probably in vain. And as I did so, it gently reached out, grasping me in its arms but clearly keeping me at a distance that left me comforted but concerned. Then as it slowly allowed me closer, I saw what seemed a large knot of arms held close to its nucleus. My first instinct was that it was guarding a wound it had received in its time away, which was partways true. But then the arms swirled away from it, as an opening flower, revealing what at first look like a large, discolored wart. As it guided my hand to the nearest section of slimy exterior, what I was looking at finally clicked: it was cell dividing.

What's more, this was the only place on its body with hair, and in the light brown of my own. I don't know exactly the nuance of my own feelings, but I knew that I had every intent of participating in the raising of this child. It would have a strange but loving home.

And after this tearful exchange, it made love to me with a cautious gentleness that felt like either an apology, a fear of hurting me, or a general weakness from beginning a new life within itself. It was everything to me and gave me an opportunity to be in closer proximity to our sweet future baby. Afterward, I slept like I never had before and awoke refreshed in a way that I hadn't since our first night together. It was incredible!

Another day of The Beast #ttrpg #MonsterFuckers

Day 9

Fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! I went to the attic tonight, and it completely ignored me. I called to it, no response. I walked up to it, and layed a hand on its slimy exterior. It felt the same as always, but it flinched, as if it expected I would hurt it. I don't know if there is something wrong with it or if I did something to upset it. After some hesitation, I tried putting a hand inside it, and it jolted away to the far side of the attic, wedging itself tightly in the corner between the ceiling and wall. That hurt so much to see.

It doesn't seem sickly or anything. I'm wondering right now if maybe it's gotten all it wanted from me and is ready to move on or if I did something to offend. I don't know which would be worse: finding out that it's some kind of sickness or continuing to wonder if it just doesn't want me anymore. I've loved it so much, and I thought it felt the same, but I can never know that with any certainty, not so long as it cannot communicate with words. I know I'm just spiraling through insecurities, but I have lost everything for this, and I don't want to imagine it ending, leaving me a lonely and deviant wretch.

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