He has an erection

They both stayed there like that for a moment, savoring this unlikely experience that sprouted from such **** and fear. It was a miracle that this was even possible, but the beast that found her decided not to kill her, although she did not understand why. On top of that, he had a human mind, one that she could get through to if only she broke the monumental set of barriers between her, a coddled woman living in enlightened modernity, and him, a feral and brutish beast who's managed to survive in these forests for who knows how long.

"Huh, how old is he..." Misty pondered to herself, her eyes trailing across what little facial features she could make out through his beard, drooping locks of hair, and the grime. He had a couple lines here and there, but nothing that could point to his age. If he was a regular sized man, Misty would probably peg him in his thirties, but she has no idea how divergent his biology was from a man's, or if he was truly a man at all.

The fire shifted and collapsed as the smaller twigs expired and the larger logs rolled away from each other. This caused the cave to darken, and soon the fire would go out altogether. Misty looked over as soon as she heard the sound, and noticed the significant shrinking of the flames. However, when she turned back to the beast, he didn't seem to notice it at all. In fact, he wasn't even looking at her face anymore, his eyes had returned to her chest. Misty didn't have time to say anything to him about the fire, as without warning he suddenly leaned forward and planted his lips on her right breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and causing her to squeak in surprise and pleasure. Her other nipple was still sore and incredibly sensitive from his suckling, and now the other was getting the same treatment as he greedily took her breast for himself, causing her to squirm and stifle moans from behind sealed lips.

The sensation of his giant tongue all over her tit was unlike any pleasure she thought she could experience. The suddenness and sensitivity of the act was almost too much to bear, and Misty lifted her hands to grab his face, cupping his huge cheekbone with her left hand and grabbing the bridge of his nose with her right.

"Slow down..." she muttered breathlessly, almost hoping he didn't hear her. His head pulled back subtly, but at his size, it was enough to pull her boob up and increase the suction even further on her nipple. It caused some pain, but that pain was drowned out by pleasure and completely ignored by Misty. In the haze of intense feelings, she heard more of the fire shift and collapse, and she pulled herself above her lust to turn her head towards the fire, seeing one of the logs fall entirely out of the fire pit and onto the stone floor. It died out almost instantly, halving the size and brightness of the fire, or potentially causing a fire outside of the pit. Despite all of her instincts telling her to let him keep going for just a few more seconds, Misty acted before she let her lust control her and gently tapped the beast's cheek with her hand.

"The... mMmNNNnn... fire..." she moaned out, trying to push through the pleasure. However, the beast didn't budge, in fact he greedily dug in further, shoving every inch of breast into his hungry lips and smothering the rest of her chest with his beard. Misty moaned again, this time unable to keep her mouth shut as her hips lifted off the bed. "Wait... oh goOOOAAAAhhh... the fire!" she desperately shouted, slapping his face with her open palm instead, slightly harder than she meant to.

"Hhhhrrrr?" he grumbled throatily, freezing his suckling as his eyes shot open, staring right into her from just a couple feet away. She felt like a deer in headlights, frozen in fear in spite of everything. There was just something unnerving about his giant eyes, like being spotted by a predator, a predator she just slapped in the face.

"The f-fire..." she said again, involuntarily shaking. Her right hand left his nose, and like a dog following a stick his eyes followed her finger as she pointed to the dying fire. After a few seconds, Misty heard him exhale heavily from his nose in defeat, and he let go of her breast. It jiggled back into place on her chest, the soreness making her hiss from the sensation. Now it was just as pink, if not pinker than her other tit. Now that she knew she could relax, the sheer afterglow of her used breasts made her feel heavenly, and she slumped back into the bed as she watched him tend to the fire. However, when he stood up from the side of the bed, Misty shot right back up.

Carving itself into the front of his pelt, Misty saw a ginormous rod straining against the fur, descending from his crotch and pointing at a downward angle right in between them. It was so thick that it looked like he stuffed a log down his skirt, and it was so long that it nearly poked out the bottom of his pelt, which reached his knees, all the way down his ginormous thighs. It had to have been the largest cock Misty had ever seen. Even through the thick fabric, she could make out the skin-tight shape of his glans and a couple large veins when it throbbed. He must've gotten hard from seeing her large, firm, and soft breasts. After saving her from those animals, seeing her jiggling chest was probably the best thing he could have asked for. In fact, he's completely alone, in a forest full of animals. Misty might be the first woman he has ever met, which could be why he didn't kill her in the first place...

As Misty stared off into space as her mind raced, eyeing his bulge in awe, the Beast lifted the hot log off the ground and casually tossed it back into the pit, vibrating the ground with every step as he walked over to grab more firewood. Between her thighs, her black leggings had gotten so wet that it was starting to soak her grey sweatpants, but Misty didn't notice, or simply didn't care. She was awestruck by his manhood, and knowing that she caused it was filling her with intense, conflicting emotions. She was amazed by his size, but also slightly intimidated by it. She felt a massive wave of pride knowing that she caused it, but was also frightened by the implications of this beast being horny. So far, he has been gentle, caring, and surprisingly attentive, and seemed to avoid harming her, but how far would that extend, and how long will it last as his erection continues...

As the last of the firewood clammers into the pit, the flames grow almost to the ceiling, with plenty of wood to last for hours. He disappeared behind the fire, and with the sightline to his crotch broken by the flames, Misty suddenly came back to reality and could feel how warm her face and how wet her pussy felt. It didn't help that her tits still felt like they were glowing, and all combined, Misty was having a hard time putting a lid on her arousal.

After several seconds, the beast returned, rounding the fire pit and approaching the bed. The sight of his giant dick bouncing in sync with his pounding footsteps, marching straight towards her was not something her brain had ever prepared Misty to see. She just stared up at him wide eyed, too stunned to do anything else, as he lifted his hand and tossed something onto her exposed belly.

"Is that... my hoodie?" she thought, staring down at what landed in her lap. With trembling hands, she inspected it, and it was indeed her dark brown hoodie, the one she lost in the forest, completely intact. Thinking back to when he found her, he was holding her hoodie in his hand, and he likely used her scent from it to sniff her out. Now, the beast was giving it back, showing he was smart enough to recognize it was hers and take it back to the cave. For such a small gesture, it said a lot about the depth of the man behind those feral eyes.

"Th-Thank you," Misty stammered out loudly, still shaken by just how overwhelmingly her arousal was taking over her body. Her mind was telling her that she shouldn't be turned on by him, Misty knew she was playing with fire and probably biting off more than she could chew, but if only for curiosity's sake, she was **** to see the hard on she'd given him. She looked up from the hoodie to the beast's face, who she could see strikingly well with the massive fire behind him. His face was still stern, but there was a softness in his eyes when he looked at her. Finally, with a sigh of surrender, her barriers broke, and she knew she couldn't resist him any longer. She was too attached to finding out the kind of man he was, behind the long dirty blonde sheets of hair, under his skin and muscles, beyond just being a beast in a forest. She saw there was someone in there, and now she was dedicated to pulling him out.