Monster Musume: Daily Dreams about Monster Girls - Episode 1: Coiling Passion

A Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou Fanfiction

WARNING: contains adult content and strong language

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It was 3am. The iridescent moonlight shone through the half-drawn curtains as Kimihito Kurusu slept among the rumpled bedsheets of his double bed, drool hanging from his mouth in questionable volumes. The bedroom was large and uncluttered, tucked away towards the back of the house. He thankfully still retained his rights to an unshared bedroom, even with a plethora of monster girls living under the same roof. This was where he could regain control of himself after a long gruelling day of restraint, as even with the occasional night time mishap he had yet to fully satisfy his hidden desires.

Although under the cover of unconsciousness, his dazed face looked surprisingly animated, his expression one of confusion and overwhelming pleasure. He lay on his back, his body twitching slightly and his previously flaccid genitals slowly hardening as the bedcovers raised with its quickly increasing altitude. It was a night of the full moon, a night every month which only seemed to fuel his never-ending desire for the monster girls under his care. The most possessive of these was Miia the lamia, and this passion for him only seemed to grow on nights like this.

Unfortunately for him, his restraint also waned on these nights. it was on these nights she displayed her true seductive prowess. As he had previously done on many occasions, he dreamed of her.

Dreaming of her long straight hair, her bright eyes as they stared at him with intensity, her soft, newly shed snakeskin. She stood there, at the foot of his bed, a strange glint in her eyes and a mischievous smirk on her face that told Kimihito that there was no way he would be able to resist her advances. That this time things would be different, that they would not be interrupted.

'W-Where is everyone?' Kimihito managed to stutter, already becoming aroused but trying to quell his needs. If only someone would come and disrupt them, would cause him to come back to his senses. He hadn't decided who he was going to marry yet, doing something instinctively like this with Miia would be unfair regarding the advances of the other girls.

'They're all asleep, darling. I waited up all night for you, to show you how much I love you.'

His eyes widened. He had just wanted to go to sleep, to have an uneventful night's rest - yet now he was faced with this. Whatever she was planning to do, he had a bad feeling about it. It was those golden eyes of hers, they put him on edge. His heart beaded erratically as she sidled closer to him, now directly in front of the bed. He scooched to the top of it, hoping that the distance between them would help to clear his frazzled mind.

She took out her mobile phone and giggled sexily, the blood consequently rushing to Kimihito's lower regions at the sound. She looked at the device for a few seconds, tapped the screen a few times. Suddenly, the room was filled with the muffled sound of Arabian music, not loud enough to wake the other monster girls, but loud enough for its intended purpose.

Then came the sweet torture. The lamia proceeded to tease Kimihito with her body, first rolling her hips in suggestive motions. Kimihito gulped.

She swayed her body suggestively in time to the music, her slim waist following the beat, her breasts jiggling slightly as she sensually moved. Her eyes locked with his, her forearms gracefully sliding through the air in perfect rhythm, tracing a curve with her hands, clicking her fingers in Arabian-dance style motions. As she outstretched her limbs, she shook her ass sexily. There was nothing that could calm her tempestuous gale. Her tail explored her arena as she slithered across with poise.

As she continued her impromptu belly dancing, Kimihito sat there transfixed, unable to voice a plea to stop or to go further. Her denim skirt fluttered with every movement, riding upwards with each pose. Riding upwards, he managed to catch a glimpse of her simple white lace panties. She was teasing him to insane levels, his cock already rock hard and his breath hitching in his throat every time her skirt shimmied and swayed. She electrified the air with sexual tension with every bob of her head, every jiggle of her breasts, with every gyration of her hips.

'Um Miia, shouldn't you go back to bed?' he questioned nervously as the fitting music grew louder and the moves Miia was making became more and more erotic.

'But I haven't even started the show yet, darling. If I'm going to be your wife, I need to be able to excite you as a man. Ive been practicing.'

'Ahh, I don't think you really needed to practice.'

He looked at her. Of course, she didn't need to rehearse something like this. Her full breasts, slim waist, wide hips, all were moving seductively. Her natural snake instincts allowed her to shake her body alluringly in front of him with ease.

He wondered many times why someone like her would want someone like him as much as she seemed to. Of course, she would naturally retell the story of how he had accepted her when nobody else would. That everyone had stared at her before then because she was a lamia. But in fairness a lot of the time it was just guys staring at her breasts. No wonder Kimihito had punched so many guys since meeting her.

'Darling, no other girl can have you. You were mine first, I'm going to be your wife.'

Saying this, she tightened the knot in the front of her cream blouse, amplifying her cleavage. She then slid her hands seductively down her trim physique, clasping her belt buckle and pausing to look up at her audience. She looked so guiltily innocent, her heart shaped face giving off a questioning look as she peered up at Kimihito through her long-curled eyelashes.

He was rendered speechless, unable to stop her. He briefly remembered that this was a dream, but he thought it felt too real, too good to be true. The full moon bathed her pale skin in an ethereal glow, a painting of moonlight on her cream skin like a serpentine goddess. She unbuckled her belt and chuckled slightly at his expression, turning to slide away from the bed, swaying her hips and allowing her miniskirt to flounce upwards again as she did so.

He saw her shoulders raise and fall, as if she was taking a deep breath. He watched her skirt fall to the floor in a dishevelled heap. Scales meeting bare skin, her pert ass cheeks were on full display. The temperature in the room seemed to immediately rise a few degrees, Kimihito thought he felt sweat gathering on his forehead. He had felt that soft skin before, he wanted to stroke it, to feel her bare skin against his.

She swayed softly in time to the music, still facing away from him beside the large oak door on the opposite side of the room. She ran her hands all over her body, down her waist and hips and making their way down to her perky ass. She stroked it gently, before slapping it roughly, leaving a red mark on her left as cheek.

What, is this a striptease?

He began to panic, seeing the girls on a regular everyday basis was difficult enough to cope with as it was, but he had never prepared himself for a situation like this. He knew that if she went much further, he would not be able to control himself.

She turned aroud slowly, letting him see her flushed face. She was reaching for the front of her shirt, slowly undoing to knot between her breasts that concealed them. She stopped for a moment to stroke her breasts from over her shirt, grinning at Kimihito as she did so. He nearly groaned in arousal as his dick stood to attention. A mere glance from her now was enough to make it twitch.

She undid the shirt knot, letting it hang loose around her shoulders, revealing more of her chest, but not enough to see the entirely of her matching white lacy bra. She flintily feigned embarrassment, closing her shirt as if the tie had released by mistake, before giggling and taking it off completely.

Oh God.

She stood there in her underwear, slowly creeping closer to where Kimihito was sitting, leaning forward it its base and placing her hands at the edge of the bed. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the vision of her toned midriff obscured by the sheer enormity of her breasts. Part of him was irritated by this obstacle, he loved Miia's waist and hips - Although in fairness, her breasts gave him a nosebleed far more often than had care to admit. He was hot with desire, clutching his bedsheets to stop himself from grabbing her and pulling her up onto the bed and underneath him.

She was drawing this out to torture him into doing so. She ran her hands over her breasts and down her smooth crimson scales, slowly bringing them back up and around to her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall on top of the bed. Her chest heaved as it was released from her underwear, her nipples already hard. She was left in only her panties, her hands travelling at a snail's pace down towards her sweet spot. She played with the elastic top of her panties, rubbing herself over the wet material.

she then removed the last of her clothing, tearing the panties off her and discarding them on the carpeted floor. Kimihito's gaze went down and down. He couldn't look away and this new part of her, the part of her had only touched once before, but never seen.

Miia's face suddenly went red. 'D-don't look.' she exclaimed, bringing her hands up to her face and squealing in a mix of embarrassment at excitement.

'I can't help it. Besides, shouldn't you be proud of how you look? I want to make my wife happy in her own skin, whether that be human or snake.'

Her eyes widened, tears brimming in them, threatening to spill over in response.

'Ah don't cry, I didn't mean-'

'No, I just loved you so much, darling'. She grinned a heavenly smile that caused butterflies to form in his stomach and his cheeks to flush involuntarily. He wanted this girl so badly.

She then slithered up to him.

Oh God, I must be dreaming.

Wait, I must be dreaming?

I'm dreaming!

That's right, this isn't real. That means I can do what I want to do. That means Ms. Smith won't find out, and nobody will get deported.

Whatever my actions may be, they'll have no consequences. I can do whatever I want. I don't have to hold back.

Almost like a reflex, he looked up to stare unflinchingly at the lamia's naked body. She was mesmerizing, her eyes shining like pools of liquid gold, her lips pouty and kissable, her hair like a waterfall in the sunset. Her body was athletically toned, yet still looked soft somehow. Only she could arouse him like this without even touching him.

They both sat on the bed now, inching towards each other in tentative shuffles. Kimihito made the first move, grabbing Miia by the shoulders and pushing her back onto the bed. He straddled her, her eyes widening in surprise as she realised what was finally happening.

His hand roamed her voluptuous curves and leaned downwards, capturing Miia's rosy pink lips in a passionate kiss. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he did so, before she quickly responded and kissed him back with equal passion, moaning a little into the kiss. She opened her mouth in invitation and he snaked his tongue into her mouth. Miia's forked tongue touched his lightly, causing a shiver to run down his spine in pleasure. Their tongues battled for dominance, Miia's stronger and more forceful tongue winning the battle.

Miia was now in her element, her body hot and her love for Kimihito Kurusu was overflowing. She desperately reached for his shirt, tugging at it and undoing the buttons until she could see his bare chest. She lightly traced his faint abs with a finger, then did the same with her tongue as she broke away from their make out session momentarily to catch her breath. He grabbed her chin and pushed it upwards, his mouth going to her neck. He began to such the nape of her neck just below the collarbone, Miia gasping in delight and continuously moaning as he bruised her.

He reached for the end of her tail, holding it as he had done a few months previously in a bid to escape her vice like grip. She groaned and arched her back and he began to pump up and down her tip while continuing to ravage her neck. She was rendered immobile from the immense feeling that was building in her stomach, only voicing incoherent moans and gasps as he continued to have his way with her.

She was splayed across the bed, her hair flowed behind her, her face pink, her mouth open and a dazed, sexy expression on her face. Kimihito moved down from her neck to her collarbone to her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way down to her chest.

He brought his unoccupied hand up to her left breast and massaged it roughly, flicking her nipple and cupping her breast in his palm. She mewled in delight, still gasping at a quickened pace, but her breathing seemed to stop momentarily as he brought his face downwards and brought her nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked her, her quiet moans gaining volume until they resembled squeals.

'Oh darling, I'm going to…. I'm going to- '

Kimihito pulled back and stopped moving his hands, first his expression was one of shock but this slowly transferred into a devilish smirk.

This is my fantasy.

'Not yet, Miia. I want to be inside you when that happens.'

Her mouth hung agape as she realised that he wanted all of her, that she was going to achieve what she had longed for at last. That she was going to be completely his.

'Hurry darling, I want you now – please.' she begged as he resumed his assault on her chest, her tail wrapping around his arms and holding them above his head. She turned until he was below her on the bed, her hands to each side of his face, her head and chest level with his. She grappled at his belt, pulling his trousers down along with his boxers. They were now both completely naked, she smiled enigmatically as she gazed at his erect shaft that was already soaked with precum.

She ran her hand along his member, gripping it and causing him to buck his hips in strained anticipation. She continued to stroke him before slowly running her long tongue up his shaft. He jerked his hips upwards, wanting his cock to be completely surrounded by her mouth, but she teased him, flicking his tip and giggling at his groans.

She finally bent down, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it lightly, paying special attention to the tip. She took the entirety of it down into her throat, moving her head up and down tantalisingly and slowly. Kimihito thrust his hips in an attempt to quicken her pace, arms still restrained by Miia's tail above his head. He groaned loudly, not caring at this point if the other girls woke up because of the noise.

'Fuck, Miia' he moaned as she continued to lick his tip 'Fuck I'm going to-'

She suddenly stopped, looking up at him after a few moments, saliva dripping down her chin.

'Not yet darling, I want you to be inside of me.'

She loosened her grip on his arms as if knowing his next move. A sly grin crept on her lips as she saw Kimihito's expression change from one of pleasure to one of dominance. He got on top of her and brought his hands down along her hips, making their way to her backside. He gripped her ass cheeks hard with his hands. She shrieked with both pain and pleasure but this was muffled as Kimihito began to kiss her deeply, her arms quickly wrapping around his back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

He brought his dick up to meet her core and ran it up and down her folds, right where snakeskin meets human flesh. He marvelled at the sight of her, the one part of Miia's body that he had never seen, the one part that was reserved for a night like this. He used one of his fingers to find her clit, seeing her eyes bulge in surprise as he stroked the nub, using his thumb to rub it in circular motions. She was already soaking wet; his hands were covered in her lube within seconds.

'Wait Kimihito, you remember I'm a virgin, right?' she said pointedly, with a worried glance downwards, already anticipating the pain she had to experience during her first time with the man she loved.

'Don't worry, I'll be as gentle as I can.'

She smiled angelically as he continued to stroke her, and he then slowly entered a finger inside of her. She grabbed his arm and dug her nails into his skin, pushing his finger deeper inside her. He began to pump his finger in and out of her and slipped another finger in, causing her opening to stretch She gasped in pain as she adjusted to the unfamiliar feeling. A little blood trickled from her vagina as her hymen began to tear, staining the bedsheets and mixing with her lube juices. He couldn't help it, he ducked his head downward and licked at the mixture emitting from her opening. It tasted sweet, yet slightly metallic. He licked her clit and slipped his tongue into her entrance, she screamed in ecstasy as he pumped his tongue in and out of her, causing her to shiver as she drew close to climax. She was ready.

She grabbed his cock and levelled it at her entrance, teasing him slightly by rubbing it along her folds in a build-up.

'Kimihito, please, fuck me now.' She moaned. That was all the invitation he needed.

He slowly plunged inside of her, filling her up. She inhaled in pain as blood began to stain the duvet. He paused for a moment, allowing her to get used to the sensation of his dick inside her, then slowly began to thrust into her with smooth, gentle strokes.

They both groaned as she brought her hips up to meet his, quickening their speed as she wanted him more, needed him more. He pulled on her hair as he thrust into her at a faster rate, pounding into her as she wrapped her tail around his toned legs, only causing him to be further aroused.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed deeper and deeper into her, spurred on by Miia's incessant screams.

'O-Oh darling, fuck me, fuck me harder!'

Sweat poured down his abdomen and mixed with their precum, he continued penetrating her as she moaned 'darling' over and over, and even said his real name as she fell even further into blind delirium. He could feel her walls pulsating quicker, and he was ready for her. He felt her body shake violently, as he grabbed her face and devoured her lips as she was about to come. Before she climaxed, he broke off from the kiss.

'Say my name, Miia. Say it!'

'Darling. Oh - Ah Kimihito, I – I'm coming- '

She was reaching her peak, her hot breath on his face as she panted and looked into his eyes. She then squeezed her eyes shut and she finally reached her limit, her body convulsing as Kimihito held her, her muscles contracting around his length and sending him over the edge almost directly after. His seed poured into her core, warming her insides and making her scream his name again, their bodies shivering as they became weak in the aftermath. He pulled out of her reluctantly and then collapsed on top of her, their chests heaving a they struggled to catch their breath. Their naked skin pressed against each other, their sweat mingling, their eyes shut.

He stroked her hair softly, lovingly, as she looked up at him after a few moments. Her eyes were glistening. Kiminito panicked, thinking he had hurt her.

'Oh god, Miia I'm sorry- '

'No, I'm so happy, darling. I love you.'

He smiled softly at the weeping girl beside him who had just given him the most passionate night he had ever dreamed of. 'I love you, Miia.'

She continued to cry as he kissed her softly, their hands in each other's hair, continuing to kiss all night until morning.

Kimihito woke up, drowsy from a long night's sleep. He looked over at his alarm clock and realised he had overslept, he shifted slightly in his bed and noticed a dampness in his trousers. Lifting the bedcovers, he saw that his clothes and bedsheets were soaking wet with his cum. The memories of his dream came flooding back to him as he realised he had dreamed about the lamia again. How he was going to face her this morning without being aroused, he had no idea. He had to try to keep his cool though, the agent Ms. Smith would probably have something to say about it and hound him about the interspecies exchange act laws all over again, probably.

'Darling, are you awake?' A voice called up the hallway as he slowly got out of his drenched bed. He ran to lock the door as he threw his cum-stained clothes in the wash-basket.

These wet dreams were filled with coiling passion, and a teenage guy like himself couldn't handle that happiness in reality just yet.

THE END