Fakes another injury on her breast

The beast's eyes leave her face and start inspecting her legs, looking for more injuries to care for. Acting on impulse, Misty's bloody right hand came up to her chest and started smearing blood all over the side of her right boob, trying to get as much fresh blood layered on as possible to make it look really injured. After a few seconds, Misty was confident that it looked like she had been cut there too. With her deception in place, Misty pulled her right hand away and waited for the beast to notice...

Misty has had two boyfriends total in her life, but she's failed to make it work with either of them. Both times she simply couldn't keep up, always cancelling dates or not being confident enough to wear anything sexy, and eventually her boyfriends would drop her for someone who would dress sluttier and put out easier. As time went on, her financial situation became more important than her relationship situation and she simply stopped trying to date. With each of her relationships only lasting a handful of months, her only sexual experience has been kissing, some cuddling, and having her body groped once. She has never gone all the way with a man before, and never had a man use his mouth on her before. Now here she was, bloodied, tired, and in the possession of a giant feral man, and it was closest she's ever gotten with a boy. Misty wasn't sure how she should feel about that.

The baggy grey sweatpants around her legs didn't give a very good impression of what her lower body looked like, but the light fabric made it easy to tell that there was no blood anywhere on it, which was enough to assure the beast that he didn't have to search any longer. Looking back to Misty, he saw that her face was beet red and her eyes were staring at him expectantly, just waiting for him to notice. To make it more obvious, she lifted her left arm off her breasts, uncovering her large nipples and allowing them to sag under their own weight again. It seemed men were the same no matter the size as he immediately glanced down at her chest again, only this time, he spotted blood.

Misty tried to keep her mouth shut as he leaned into her, his warm, heavy breath grazing her sensitive nipples as he got within less than a foot of her breast. Expecting just his mouth, a squeak passed through her lips as his right hand reached out and gripped the left side of her torso like she was a doll, his fingers wrapping around her back and his thumb slipping across her ribcage and under both her tits. Misty squirmed and became even redder as the beast pulled her into him and stuck out his tongue, manhandling her like she was an ice cream cone as he licked the right side of her ribs. She felt his textured tongue go from her ribs to the side of her breast and her legs began to rub and fidget involuntarily as she tried her best to contain herself. His tastebuds glided across the expanse of her large breast at the speed of a sloth, savoring every second of contact with her as he cleaned her last "wound". Her breast squished and shifted in response to the weight and **** of his tongue, the pressure driving her mad as his enforced his will onto her body. Finally, he passed over her areola and Misty felt her nipple bend and tweak and stretch as dozens of bumps glided across it gracefully. Misty's left hand shot up to her mouth as she squealed, bending her knees as her back arched in response. The beast felt her writhe in his hand and quickly pulled away, causing her breast to flop back into place, gleaming with a fresh coat of his spit. He looked at her with confusion written across his face, but Misty was still reeling from the pleasure and could only manage to meet his gaze, still covering her mouth.

Looking back at her chest, she saw that familiar mesmerized expression return to him, and after a few moments, he pulled her in close again. His thumb rode up her chest and pushed up her tits like a bra, making them seem even larger and more plump for him. Misty kicked her legs in excitement as he dove back onto her chest, slowly lapping her huge tit with renewed fervor, and it was clear that he wasn't just licking her to clean her wounds anymore. Looking into his half-closed eyes, Misty saw the spark of arousal growing within them as they became glossy and entirely focused on the movements of her chest. She moaned as quietly as she could into her hand as he lapped her tit twice, then three times, and by the fourth time she could feel the juices begin to leak out of her loins and into the fabric of her black leggings. Each time he changed the angle of his tongue, and each time his path took him directly across her nipple, flicking it and bending it every which way and saturating her whole breast in saliva.

After what felt like eternity, the beast finally pulled back, his breath heavy with arousal, and turned her slightly in his hand to get a better view of her side. The blood was entirely gone from her tit by now, but the beast raised an eyebrow as he failed to find the source. Looking back to Misty, her hand left her mouth and she was panting hard, her eyes loosely following him as she put most of her energy into managing the electricity shooting through her entire body. Unsatisfied with simply ignoring it, the beast returned to studying her side to try to find the wound, eager to finish his work and leave no thread untied. As he widened his search, his eyes trailed across her right arm, eventually noticing how bloody her hand and forearm were. Blood from her stomach wound entirely coated her palms and fingers, with trickles running down the back of her hand and down her whole forearm.

With no hesitation, the beast grabbed her arm with his free fingers and pulled it into his mouth up to her elbow, sealing his lips around it. Misty froze and could do nothing but stare in shock at him, immediately feeling his tongue dancing and swirling around her arm, licking every surface and cleaning in between every finger with a subtle sucking motion. As he cleaned her hand, the beast's emerald eyes locked onto hers with a low lidded gaze, causing her brain to completely short circuit as she felt things she has never felt before. He slowly pulled his mouth off her arm, sliding his lips up her skin like a tight seal that wiped away as much saliva and blood as possible, before her hand popped from his mouth looking brand new. She stared down at it in awe, like she was seeing her hand for the first time. Each finger, each wrinkle, even her fingernails, everything was completely spotless and cleaned of blood. However, as she stared at her hand, she realized she was shaking, and looked up at the beast again, whose low lidded gaze never left her, staring at her with an expression so hungry that she shuddered under its weight.

"Oh no, what was I thinking? I just made him horny, and that means..." Misty's thoughts trailed off, imagining the potential implications of teasing him. The fact that he was caring for her made Misty forget that this was a wild creature, a man who doesn't understand civility, respect, or consent. Who knows what he might do once he started looking at her like that...

His eyes shifted down from her face back to her breasts, and with his hand still wrapped around her torso he shifted her slightly, causing her breasts to flop to the right, only to shift her back, causing them to flop to the left, giving himself a show. Misty's hands instinctively reached down and grabbed his thumb, barely managing to wrap around half of it. Misty's survival instincts started to rear their head again as she felt her anxiety bubbling up, until he lowered his mouth to her right boob again and started licking it. An involuntary moan escaped her lips again as her whole body reacted to the sudden contact, pausing the growing fear she was feeling as he returned to his slow ministrations of her body. The beast's eyes were fully closed now as he was consumed by the sensations of her supple flesh, and Misty eventually broke and threw herself back into the pleasure, enjoying the moment they were sharing as she released her anxiety. Her small hand patted his thumb gently, trying to get his attention, but he continued unimpeded with his sensual work, not even opening his eyes. Once more she tried, slapping his thumb now, which was enough to get him to stop licking for a moment and look to her, his mouth mere inches above her breast. Misty shyly met his look and moved her left hand off his thumb, sliding down it to grab her left breast, pulling his gaze to the left. She presented her squishy flesh to him like an offering, jiggling and swaying it back and forth enticingly. The beast looked at it like he just discovered a second heaven, and glanced back to her burning red face as she bit down on her lip, struggling to contain the thrill of feeding into his arousal. Despite being unable to communicate with each other, the beast seemed to understand what she wanted to do next.

The beast slowly dragged her a few feet across the bed towards him, causing her to giggle and shiver in anticipation as his mouth shifted from above her right breast to above her left. One tit looked as glossy as a new car, and the other was matte, the only thing coating its surface being dried sweat. His breath tickled her virgin tit as he eyed it lustfully. To Misty's surprise, he didn't stick his tongue out, and instead took half of her entire breast into his lips, sealing tight around her nipple as his instincts took over and told him to suck and tease her with the tip of his tongue. Misty couldn't contain herself as her entire body started to convulse, not knowing what to do in response to the overwhelming pleasure. Her back arced upwards, pressing her breast harder into his mouth as she loudly moaned, juices uncontrollably gushing out of her pussy as she was taken by her arousal. Misty's hands shot up and grabbed handfuls of his thick hair as his huge head dominated her chest, using the fistfuls of locks for stability. His thick beard rubbed and pricked her soft mounds as he worked at her tit, enjoying himself as he indulged these new and alien feelings.

The beast gave her breast one last suck, managing to stuff the whole titty behind his lips as his tongue rubbed against every square inch of flesh it could reach, still giving special attention to her nipple. With a final pop, her breast flopped back onto her chest, jiggling wildly like a returning spring as it found its level on her body. The skin was glossy and covered in spit, matching the rest of her torso and face, only her skin had become so pink from the suction that it was hard to make out where her areola stopped and her boob began. She still held onto his hair as he lifted his head, letting his long bangs run through her hands like ropes as he leveled his gaze at her. Both of them stared at each other for several seconds, savoring the tension in the air as they studied one another's eyes. In the warm afterglow of her pleasure, Misty released her right hand from his hair and brought it to her chest, placing an open palm against her sternum as she kept eye contact with him.

"Misty," she said slowly and clearly, her face still blushing madly as the intimacy was palpable. The beast's lustful green gaze glanced between her eyes and her hand, and she watched the pure hunger erode from him, slowly replaced with an inquisitiveness. "Misty," she repeated, slightly slower, keeping eye contact with him to see if he understood. Sliding his fingers out from under her back, the beast's hand let go of her torso and came up to where she placed her hand on her chest. Instead of his palm, he extended just his index finger towards her chest, which was still as big as her entire hand, and gently rested it against her chest on top of her hand. He opened his mouth soundlessly and squinted his eyes in effort as he tried to comprehend the noises she made.

"Mmmm... mmmmossy..." he growled out clumsily, trying to articulate his vocal cords to match what she said. It wasn't perfect, but just the fact that he tried was enough to make Misty giddy.

"Yes! Misty!" she said energetically, nodding as she kept her hand underneath his finger. "Mmmmmiiiiisssss-ttyyyyyyy," she sounded out slowly, keeping eye contact with him. The beast's brow furrowed as he studied her lips, memorizing the shapes she was making.

"Mmmmmiiiiissssyyyyy," he repeated awkwardly. His voice was deep and powerful, and even with how quiet he was being, from his range she could feel every sound he made reverberate within her chest.

"Mmmmmiiiiisssss-ttyyyyyyy."

"Mmmmiiissssssyyyy."

"Miss-ttt! Ttt! Tttyyyyy!" she said again, repeating the sound he was missing.

"Mmmmiiiiissss-ttttyyyy," he repeated, with great effort, but never shaking the determined look from him eye.

"Yes! Good job! Misty!" she proclaimed with joy, pulling her hand out from under his finger so she could clap. The strange act caused him to tilt his head, but without missing a beat he lifted his finger off her chest and began slapping his hands together, immediately deafening Misty and causing her to covered her ears. "No no no, stop stop stop!" she shouted, trying to be louder than his clapping. The beast stopped and looked at her with confusion again, the pained expression on her face causing him to grow worried. He looked for approval in her face as she pulled her hands off her ears cautiously. Now that he wasn't deafening her with his claps, Misty couldn't help but smile and shake her head at his obliviousness. Despite this beast's imposing stature, their terrifying meeting, and his immense strength, there was a certain endearing softness to this feral man that drew her in and made her feel safe and connected to him.

"How about no clapping from now on," she said to him, and he just continued staring at her without registering a word she said. "At least we're on speaking terms now, even if you have no clue what I'm saying."

"Mmmiiissstttyyy," he repeated simply, pointing his finger at her chest again. She giggled in response and nodded, a wide toothy grin growing across her face. Her hands reached up and grabbed his finger, trying to lift it off her chest. She could barely move it, but seeing what she wanted to do, the beast lifted his hand and followed her directions to see what she wanted. Misty guided his finger away, turning his hand around so it was pointing towards his own chest.

"What's your name?" she said slowly, looking into his eyes intently to see if he understood. He looked back at her confusedly, then down to his own finger.

"Mmiissttyy?" he said unsurely. She shook her head and waved her hands, trying to show somehow that he was wrong. She reached up and tugged on his forearm, getting him to pull his finger away and give her control again, which she used to point at herself.

"Misty," she reiterated.

"Mmiissttyy," he replied.

"Good, now..." Misty moved his finger off her chest and back towards his, gesturing at him with her own hands in the hopes he understood. The beast looked down at her hands, then to his finger, then back to her. This time, he said nothing, and simply tilted his head at her confused and searching for approval. She sighed and lowered her hands, giving up for now. "This is going to take a while."