For the backstory, read the 60000 word Theo: Blood Angel of Lescatie for a story of monstergirl sex and war.
https://www.literotica.com/s/theo-the-blood-angel-of-lescatie
...Another rainy day. Dark clouds are already over you. You took refuge in the woods, the rain battering the leaves of endless forests.
You keep running, thinking you saw a fox. The endless northern woods are home to many creatures, from wolves to exotic monstergirls that can seize a man, to take him away to parts unknown...
Worried, keeping the sight of your trail but running for higher ground, finally you find a hut in the distance showing lights. Too scared to knock, you approach the hut gently, but come face to face with the occupant who just arrived, coming up from the riverside.
A cute, adult monstergirl.
She looked like she was carrying water to her home but freezes when she sees your scared form, gasping in surprise at you.
**
It's a fox woman.
A mysterious Kitsune, with blonde hair, blonde fur, and a smiling, adult face which showed some slight hint of maturity, topped with two LONG, fluffy fox ears, gasps in surprise at you appearing in her hut.
She is thick. Voluptuous legs show white stockings constraining the ample flesh of her legs and thighs, large breasts held by her kimono, and her clothes, looking like a Far Eastern woman with animal features.
"Good evening, young man, are you lost?" She talks with the sweetest voice you can hear. Her eyes gleam with interest, and she seems so harmless.
You nod weakly, explaining how you were foraging to feed your family.
Her eyes soften hearing your trouble. "Please, come in, I am brewing tea and the night is getting dark."
Her tails swish beautifully when she turns around, revealing her plump backside straining her clothes.
You gulp and follow. She has one THICK ass that can break one's pelvis, and still she looks like a sweet motherly lady, perhaps a neighbor's young widow that makes passes at young boys.
**
You are a male. A freshly adult one, and still innocent despite the world. You heard monstergirls drain men of power and eat them. Can this be true?
Yet the Kitsune lady, who looks like a prettier, younger version of the neighbor's wife you saw, smiles sweetly as she leads you, and smells like peaches and flowers.
"Please, sit, young human. Where are you from?"
She gently listens to your story as she sips tea. She hands you a large cup...your favorite with berries. How does she know?
"It's the only one I have left, with berry and tea mix." Strangely she knows all about you, her demeanor sweet and the warmth of the hut helping you recover. She sits very close to you, her fluffy tails creating another majestic blanket as they swish and some rub your neck. You sigh and relax, the warm pillow and tails relieving you of your fatigue.
She watches you with amusement.
"So how come you found my hut?"
**
You tell her your story, how you were collecting fish and mushrooms for the village, and got lost.
"Aww..." She reaches to cup your cheek, smiling, her eyes twinkling with mischevious desire.
You don't think you can untangle yourself from her.
"I'm glad I was found by you. There are so vile monstergirls in the woods that you can disappear, and may never come back...particularly those dark elf village next river where they live with their human slaves."
You shudder.
"And they regularly comb the woods for runaways." She smiles, leaning close to you. "Pretty boy like you would be easily get enslaved to mischevious chocolate ladies. Don't mind me saying but their smallest elfling, Phaeliss might snatch you if you get lost like that!"
"You know her?" You ask, and she laughs.
"2 decades ago she was a little elfling running around in diapers, of course I know. I'm...old..." She speaks melancholically. "Now I sit in a hut with a boy at least 20 times as old as me... I'm a naughty old lady, am I not?"
Your eyes grow. "Really? How old... oh..." You realize the faux pas and stop. "Sorry."
She laughs sweetly, and loudly. "It's alright! I'm 412 years old. Do I show my age?"
Wow. She must have been ancient.
"I know right?" She laughs softly her large body jiggling, especially breasts. You can't help but have your eyes slide down on her soft, fertile mounds topping her large, thick body. That young, you are already weak with desire, hoping that she'll take you to her bed: your instincts are on full throttle, or galloping, for the lack of a modern term.
She has obviously noticed and recognized your thoughts, and obviously, from the way she strips off her shoes and socks, you realize she slowly relaxes her clothes, making your heartbeats jump. Still, the Kitsune makes no rash moves, but takes out a small, brass pipe hidden in her cleavage and fills it with some tobacco. Her tail flicks as a small magical fire is conjured, which she uses to light her pipe.
"Kiseru." She says as if an afterthought. "A sinful habit of mine, do you mind?"
You shake your head.
She lights the pipe with a fingertip touching the brass round edge with a puff of magical flame, smoking the tobacco in gentle puffs.
"So, young man. I was luckily packing up and moving west. I believe it's best if we move in two days...is that alright for you?"
You nod, grateful for her security. And her warmth.
Her thick legs, feet clad in white, thick socks, rub on your feet as she giggles.
"Warm?" You gulp and nod as her thick, soft legs entwine on yours, as her tails gently rub your face.
She isn't human, with mildly vulpine facial features like a very slightly elongated, still beautiful and human face (save for CUTEST, FLUFFIEST fox ears), but it feels SO good, her warm flesh. You have a good mind on that she'll take you to her bed. Yet you don't mind, it feels so good for a first time to get lucky like that. Your grandma warned and advised you for that long ago to be respectful to needs monsterwomen.
**
Your Grandma had told you:
"Imagine...born like a human but not human, them the tails, ears, features... then they are not born amongst humans, and they want a man, you'll learn when ye're older..." Your grandma had said. "Them's sad, the monsters are on the outside with these girls. When one wants yo be friend of you, don't say no. Them sad, tragic beings." She had wheezed years ago.
Back to your warm, cozy hut where you sit before a fire, leaning against large pillows no doubt conjured by this trickster creature. Yet she simply keeps chatting, asking no bets, telling no false tales and doing no tricks. She softly tells where she is from, and how long she lived, speaking in a gentle voice that enchants your heart which already rose to a crescendo.
"...so, young human, I was there where the big Dai Oni, Maou, took over the leylines of the West..."
