I have a confession to make, readers. I've given up all control of this story; there's no outline that I'm following, no three-act structure, I just sit down with my laptop every night and let the story do as it pleases. This chapter begins and ends in very different places emotionally, and I think chapter 5 might be a bit of a melancholy one; but I offer up a quote from Guillermo Del Toro: "Accepting that you are a monster gives you the leeway to not behave like one." I also leave you with the promise that however long the winter, spring returns.
CW: Monsterfucking (human male/Japanese Oni female), femdom, size difference, BBWs, dommy mommy play, the word "cunt" used to refer to vulva and vagina, some food play/feederism, emotional vulnerability, monster accidentally injures her lover but is remorseful.
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It was mid-morning by the time I woke up, sunlight filtering in through the blinds. I felt so refreshed, so relaxed...so soggy. Hoshoka's face was buried in my hair, and she was giving me the snore and drool combo like a supersized bulldog. She also had me pinned, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist and legs entangled with mine. For how "diminished" she viewed her physique as being currently, she was phenomenally strong; even in a deep sleep, there was no wriggling free of her powerful embrace. When I tried, she hugged me tighter and growled against my scalp without waking up. I also realized just how much heat she was putting out; my back felt like it had an electric blanket pressing into it, instead of Hoshoka's breasts and belly.
After about fifteen minutes of ineffectual wriggling, I stroked the back of her hand softly and said, "Mama, I need to get up."
She stirred briefly at that, and mumbled the word "no" into my hair before resettling.
"C'mon, Mama, let me up." I tried squirming free again. I felt her exhale sharply through her nose and her hands flexed against my stomach.
"Teddy bear stays here with me," she murmured, a tone of finality in her half-awake voice. "Teddy bear has a very important job snuggling Mama."
I had one more card to play.
"C'mon, I gotta pee."
She shifted, and finally said, "I want to say that that's not my problem, but I don't want my bed warmed in that way. Answer nature's call and hurry back here." Her arms unclasped, letting me slip out of bed. The sweat on my bare back chilled instantly in the cool morning air once I was free of Hoshoka's furnace-hold on me.
I stumbled to the bathroom and relieved myself, washing my hands and hurrying back to the bedroom as instructed. There, I found that in my absence Hoshoka had pulled the pillows in close to her body and coccooned herself in the comforter, with just her smirking face and horns peeking out at me.
"What are you prepared to do to gain entrance to my stronghold, sweet boy?" she teased.
"I could introduce you to doughnuts," I countered. She arched an eyebrow.
"Tell me about these doughnuts," she purred.
"A variety of pastries made by frying dough in hot oil. Some of coated with powdered sugar or cinnamon, others are iced like cakes, some are filled with jam or cream." I felt confident that this would win her over.
"And you eat these for breakfast?" she asked, visibly intrigued.
"Oh yeah. Sometimes two or three of them at a time. Usually with coffee."
She looked thoughtful. "I've seen references to 'coffee' in shows. It's a bitter black drink, isn't it? Like a cup filled with squid ink?"
I laughed. "No, not like squid ink, exactly," I said. "It's made from a kind of bean, like chocolate is. It's ground fine and boiling water is poured through it. You can add sugar, cream, other flavors to make it more palatable. It's got caffeine in it, which helps wake you up and makes you more alert."
She unfurled, spreading the comforter open like wings to reveal her nude, slightly-sweaty form. "You've won me over with your offer of fried cakes and castle sentry drinks, sweet boy. Mama and her bed are all yours again...after you feed me."
"About that. I don't have a ton of money to my name, and you have a...healthy appetite," I said awkwardly. "Did the guy you eat have a wallet, do you remember? If you're ordering ChowDash on his account, maybe he's got a debit card or something we can use to buy breakfast."
She made a sympathetic noise, and rolled over, fumbling for the nightstand and rattling open a drawer. She came up with a slightly-gnawed leather wallet on a chain.
"Is this what you're looking for?" she asked, "I'd pulled it off him before eating him, but it didn't have anything I recognized as money inside. And the outside tasted like ass-sweat."
"I don't want to imagine what that tastes like," I said, "but yes, let's take a look."
Inside the wallet was $40 cash, a student ID and driver's license - the guy looked pretty much exactly like what Hoshoka had described, and he was wearing a fedora in his student ID photo - and a debit card.
"Bingo," I told her. "Breakfast is on this guy today. I'll take a quick shower and go get us something to eat."
"Be quick about it, sweet boy," she smiled as she curled back into the covers.
I washed the tangy perfume of Oni pussy off my junk and shampooed the saliva out of my hair, then hurriedly dressed and got in my car. There was a Tammy's Doughnuts franchise around the block - just like there was one around every block - and I was famished despite how much pizza I'd eaten the night before.
I ordered three sausage, egg and cheese breakfast sandwiches, four hash browns and a dozen assorted doughnuts. I also bought a regular coffee for myself and, knowing Hoshoka's sweet tooth, a large frozen coffee with whipped cream and caramel syrup. The heavyset older woman behind the counter smiled as she took my order.
