[M4A][FB4A] Designated Monster-Fucker

There are some feelings that you just don't get used to. For example, the complex comingling of mind-numbing fear and overpowering lust when you're pinned down by a werewolf and she's bulging your belly with her enormous knotted cock. It doesn't matter if you've done it before, or if just last week you nearly drowned while a tentacle beast was filling your guts with... well, not cum, but something similar. It doesn't matter if you know there are well-trained monster hunters lurking in the shadows nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. It still hits you just as hard, every time.

So yes, here I am. My heart is racing so fast that I'm worried it might just putter out, and my cock is so hard that it hurts. My stomach swells each time this big bitch thrusts in, and when I'm less overwhelmed with the kind of emotions that stimy thinking, I'm sure I'll be thankful that I literally fuck monsters for a living, so this isn't going to physically break me.

Well, yes. The scratches and bruises from clawed hands gripping me and throwing me around while she has her fun will require a wee bit of bedrest. One of my coworkers will probably carry me home, since this is the kind of fucking that leaves your legs unable to work how you'd like them to. Or at all. But in the grand scheme of things, I'm hardy. I trained for this.

It does boggle the mind a bit. The organization that I work for, the Ebony Cross, actually sends me a paycheck for the fact that I'm sturdy enough to get railed and distract monsters long enough for the real hunters to sneak up. I'm currently in the process of getting covered in werewolf drool because the big girl can't control her salivary glands when she's this lost in pleasure, and that might come up in my performance review.

Across the clearing, I catch sight of my supervisor, a grim-faced woman with a downright jarring amount of scars, named Rowles. She's ducked into the underbrush with a crossbow in her hands, and I know there are several others around with her. As I watch, she lifts the weapon and lets loose a single bolt, tinged with a tranquilizing agent.

Right as the werewolf lodges her knot inside me. I swear to god Rowles does this on purpose.

What happens next is a rush. First and foremost, the pleasure is astounding. If you've never tried getting knotted, it's... I... Okay, I can't recommend it for everyone, especially newbies, but once you've had it a couple times, the stretch and full feeling are like nothing else in the world. When I get knotted, sometimes I think I see God.

And then the shaggy mutt flops down on top of me. I can hear the shouts as people rush in with rope and chain. She's staggered, but with a werewolf, it takes a lot to knock her all the way out, so they're mostly taking advantage of her slowed reflexes to restrain her now. In all the action, the best I can hope for is to not get yanked around too much while I'm impaled on her cock.

In a few minutes, the werewolf is strapped down on her back, muzzled and bound, while I straddle her lap, naked and unable to go anywhere. Smirking, incredibly proud of herself, Rowles tips my chin up with her thumb and forefinger so I'm forced to make eye contact. "Mm, 'atta boy, Sebastian. You just might be our best monster fucker yet~" Chuckling, she goes to leave while I wait for the knot to deflate.

Worst part is? I was about to cum. I'm going to have the bluest balls in a couple of hours...

tl;dr Modern monster-hunting agency employs a monster-fucking honey-pot to seduce the beasties so they can be captured while distracted. All beasties welcome, though futas get first spot! If you don't have a cock, I'd love some tentacles! Or both?