Galinn and I walk hand in hand down the black beach. Beside us, the inky waves splash against shore, illuminated by the three moons above. It feels so strange and so wonderful to be doing this with Galinn, the Mad Prince as he is known, when only weeks ago, I’d been kidnapped by him to teach him human ways. It feels strange, too, to be taking a moment just to ourselves. Even though things have settled down somewhat after the drama and tragedies we’ve endured, everything still feels so fragile; so delicate. 

I turn to look up at him. He is even more beautiful beneath the silver light of the moons. His black hair curls against his neck and his green eyes are vibrant against his olive skin. He is so tall and so muscular and yet now I know him, I see his vulnerabilities and his softness. 

My eyes catch upon the chalice around his neck which once held his hazes, the drugs he concocted to calm him, to excite him, to strengthen and entice him. They are all empty now since I helped wean him off them… apart from one. The blaise haze. The one which draws the monster from within out. It is his last resort to only be taken if no other means work to drive any enemies away. 

He hasn’t told me this himself, but I have heard from his mother Micilia that he has been taking it in controlled areas, trying hard to make ‘Monster Galinn’, as he calls those parts of him which emerge with this haze, calm down a little. He is a different Galinn when he is Monster Galinn, driven by primal anger and lust. I have witnessed it myself. He tells me it brings out the darker parts of him. That monster part is drawn out by the haze, not created by it. “It is always there,” he told me once, “and it scares me most when I am with you for Monster Galinn wants to roar, he wants to engorge, he wants to fill every part of you.”

But it is still Galinn.

As I think that, my foot hits a rock and I begin to trip over but Galinn grabs my hand, stopping me. As he does though, my hand flails, knocking at his chalice and suddenly, the contents explode from his phial. He goes to grab at it and I see his hands wet with the haze. The blaise haze. His eyes widen but it’s too late, he’s already been exposed to it and I see his muscles beginning to contort, his veins bulging as he grows to double his size and width, an alien Hulk. 

He scuttles away, covering himself and wailing. I go to back away from his monstrous form. But then I stop myself. He looks so sad. So scared he will hurt me. Surely that means his attempts to control Monster Galinn are beginning to work. And he still looks like Galinn. Just an even larger version, this hulking monster of a being with muscles that ripple and rip through his top. 

I take a step towards him, hand out. He cowers away from me.

“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m not scared. I trust you.”

He looks at me in surprise, his big green eyes blinking. He is so huge, it makes his eyes even larger and even more vivid. 

I take another step towards him, hand out as I crane my neck to look up at him. His skin fluctuates with color, as all Obrothean skin does, the purple and light blue reflecting emotions. Light blue to reflect his he is attempting to calm himself. Purple for… lust.

“See?” I say, “you’re calm.”

He nods. “I am good Galinn. Monster Galinn, but good.”

“I see that. Galinn has been working so hard to… help you.”

He shrugs. “Boring Galinn’s okay, I suppose.”

“You are the same, you know. I see it in you,” I say, exploring his face. I dare to step forward and touch his arm. He flinches away from me. I smile. “Honestly, it’s okay. You really need to trust yourself.’

“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “Monster cock getting hard.”

I follow his gaze to the huge shape growing beneath his breaches. It once scared me, something so huge and vast, but now I find my breath quicken at the thought of its vastness. My face flushes with embarrassment. 

Monster Galinn must notice my desire as he tilts his massive head. “Little human likes monster cock?”

“Well, it is Galinn’s… cock. I can’t hate it, can I?”

“True. You’re pretty. So pretty.” The bulge grows even larger. I bite my lip and stand on tiptoes to trail my fingers up his mammoth forearm, amazed at the bulging tendons and muscles. His skin oscillates an even deeper purple, the color of desire, matching the desire growing within me.

“Does little human want monster cock inside her?” he asks. 

I swallow, shocked by the question but even more shocked at the response it invites as sensations grow at the very core of me. “I – I don’t know if it’s physically possible.”

He smiles. “I will prepare you.”

“Prepare me?”

“With tongue. Make you wet. Then try little finger?” he asks, holding up a finger that is anything but little and more like the size of an average human man’s cock. “Then other finger and more and more until we try monster cock.”

I shake my head. I can’t believe I’m having a conversation like this. What would my priest father say? But then my father isn’t here and the yearning I feel is intoxicating. I want all of Galinn, whatever form he takes. I want him to fill me as much as he can. 

“So it is no?” Monster Galinn asks, mistaking my shake of a head for refusal.

“No! I mean, yes, yes, I like your plan. Very much.”

He suddenly reaches for me. I battle any instinct of fear away as I stare at his massive hand, reminding me deep down this is Galinn, my Galinn. He wraps his palm around my waist and lifts me like I’m a doll. His skin feels hot as he lifts me up so I am level with his face. He licks his vast lips and I catch sight of his tongue, pink and huge and glistening. 

“Shall Monster Galinn start preparation now?” he asks. 

I nod, want spreading inside. He lifts me further so his mouth is level with my thighs. I closes his eyes and breaths my scent in, letting out a satisfied moan. Then he nudges my legs open with his little finger and drags my knickers down with his vast nail. I feel the rush of fresh air against my exposed pussy. I squirm with need and lust in midair as he flicks his long tongue out, so long its end easily reaches my opening like a large, soaking wet center of pleasure. I moan, leaning my head back and letting my arms dangle behind me as that huge tongue begins lapping at me and my inner thighs at the same time, it’s so huge, the pointed nudge edging towards my opening.

“Little human already so wet,” he says against me, his monster voice sending vibrations through me. “And tasty,” he says as he continues to lick and grunt, saliva dripping from his mouth and over my bare thighs. He points his tongue and urges it into my opening. I let out a cry and he pauses. “I hurt you?”

“No, no, I like it. Please, continue. Please.”

He nods in satisfaction and places the end of his monster tongue inside me again. I expand around him and moan as that pointed end slides into me, the rest of it muffling my whole pussy, soaking it and swelling up my clit. He then begins to move it in and out and I close my eyes, enjoying a sensation I’ve never felt before with this naturally huge tongue inside me. After as while, he moves his head away and stares at my opening, before nodding in satisfaction. “Little Louisa definitely ready for fingering. So wet and open.”

I swallow, his use of that word turning me on even more. “Yes, I agree.”

He sucks his little finger and I grow even wetter at the sight of it. As he moves his glistening finger towards me, I feel the air on my dangling legs and the lightness of his huge hand around my waist. The ways he’s holding me makes me feel helpless and utterly molten with want. As his fingers moves closer, he licks his lips in concentration. Then he nudges the wet tip into my opening. I moan. “Oh goddddddd.”

He gently eases it into me, this finger the size of a cock and I completely yield to him, opening my legs as wide as I can as he moves his finger in and out of me. Then I feel something nudging at me buttocks. I look down and am shocked to see his huge monster cock has ripped through his breaches, so monstrously huge and as hard that it bends all the way up to me. It is at least twenty inches long and so big I couldn’t even fit two hands around it. The veins within it pulse and the skin throbs purple. The rainbow pre-cum seeping from its huge slit at the top drips down onto the sand below.

“Sorry,” he murmurs he continues to pleasure me with his huge finger, “Little Human makes me so hard.”

“It’s fine. It’s… beautiful.”

He smiles and replaces his little finger with his index finger as I stretch and yield around him, so wet I’m sure I could take his cock very soon. I reach behind and below me and wrap both palms around the hot, wet tip of his cock, amazed as its size and the feel of the bulging tendons.

Monster Galinn groans and closes his eyes as his finger works harder and harder into me, pounding me.

“Your cock,” I cry, suddenly overtaken by lust, “please, can we try it. Please?”

He nods and gently withdraws his finger. It is glistening with my want and he licks it, closing his eyes in pleasure at the taste. “Little Human tastes so good.”

He then gently lays me on the soft, black sand, standing over me like a giant tree, his mammoth cock lit up by the three moons. He rips what remains of his dark tunic off and yanks his ripped breaches from him so he is before me in all his monstrous nakedness. He is everything Galinn in to me, this monster version of him. Vast and strong and gorgeous. His arcism–the second belly button these alien posses which sits just above his cock–begins to stir, scenting me and I am amazed when it begins to strength out of his, searching for my clit. 

More rainbow colored pre-come dribbles from the slit in his cock and I kneel up, catching it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it then swallowing it. He roars in lust as he watches me and kneels down, the ground beneath his shaking as sand lifts. His vast cock is right in front of me now so I tentatively and gently lick the pre-come from its tip. It is so big, my tongue slips into the slit and I use his pre-come to slide both palms down the massive length of him as I continue to work my tongue over him as he moans and grunts, his huge hand on my head. 

His huge arcism expends and reaches out like a tentacle, following the scent of me to wind under my arms, across my stomach before finding my clit. It sucks into it and I let out a cry of delight as that familiar warm air I’ve grown used to begins to swirl around me but even more intensely. 

“Monster Galinn has to put cock inside you,” he says. “Now.”

I nod and he shoves me back, arcism still latches to my clit, as he opens my legs with his fingers and kneeling before me. He stares down at my pussy, his eyes filled with lust, as he uses his fingers to stretch my pussy out. His cock grows even larger, expanding so its end is so close to my opening, I can feel the heat of it on my most sensitive parts. It’s as thought my pussy has a mind of its own as I lean up on my elbows and look down at it, watching as the folds of skin swell up, dribbling with my juices and readying itself to accommodate his huge cock. Galinn groans then gently takes a hold of his cock with my hand, easing the tip inside me. I shuffle my bum closer, widening my legs so much, the tendons of my inner thighs strain painfully. But I have to have him inside me, I must. 

The head of his cock expands my entrance and the rest follows, carefully, slowly, inch by inch, filling me so intensely and yes, a little painfully, that I find I am delirious when it combines with the suck and pull of his arcism on me. 

Monster Galinn lets out a roar which echoes around the whole beach, sending birds fleeing from their perches in the trees above. More of him  slides into me until no more can and he pauses, looking into my eyes and I see my Galinn there, not just Monster Galinn, and he is as amazed and as intoxicated as I am. I smile, enjoying the feel of all of him inside me, as far and as wide as he can get. Filling me and overwhelming me. I have never felt so close to Galinn. 

Then he slides his cock carefully out. I lean my head back, groaning as his arcism works at my clit and his cock begins to slowly move in and out of me.

The combination of these sensations begin to send me over the edge a d I can see Monster Galinn feels the same as he grunts and moans and circles his hips, his cocks growing even more rigid inside me, his massive balls bouncing against my buttocks until finally, my orgasm ripples through me, my whole body contorting. The feels of it must send Monster Galinn over the edge to as he lets out a cry before pulling his vast cock out, holding it in his hands and watching in awe as his rainbow-colored come pumps over my stomach and my breasts, so much of it I am drenched.

He collapses beside me, smiling in amazement. I turn and lean my head against his huge chest as he looks down at me. I can already feeling his chest begin to contort and bubble as his body begins to return to its normal, though still huge, size until my Galinn is beside me, shaking his head as he smiles. 

“I can not believe that just happened,” he says. He leans up on his elbow, smoothing his hand over my curves. “Are you hurt in any way?”

“Just sore,” I say shyly. 

He stands and reaches his hand out to me. “Come. We will go into the sea and wash you off. It will make you less sore too.”

I stand with him and walk towards the sea, amazed at the sight of the three moons reflected upon its rippling surface. 

I peer up at my Galinn, smiling with satisfaction that finally, I have experienced all parts of him. 

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