The beast is carrying her

Misty drifted in and out of consciousness and her body was desperately working to recover and heal itself as she lacked the energy to move. Her last thought was her collapsing into the grass, and the next thing she knew, she could feel her body rocking back and forth and her limbs swaying loosely in the rushing air. In her chest and thighs she could feel heavy reverberations passing through her body from below, and she could hear them matched by swift footsteps and the occasional crunch of branches. Misty had to use all her willpower to flutter her eyes open, and what she saw nearly made her pass out again.

Haloed by beams of moonlight passing through the thick treetops, Misty saw the beast's face just a few feet above her, his expression stern and focused with his jaw clenched and his eyes steady and unflinching. His long, blood stained hair was fluttering behind his shoulders, swept back by the onrushing air. Misty looked down at her body and saw that she was being held against the beast's chest, cradled in his right arm like a child. He was warm and rough, and his chest muscles felt like chiseled stone wrapped in a thick, warm blanket. Her left arm was the only bare skin that was touching his chest, but it was enough for her to feel the dense sprawl of his chest hair rubbing against her with his every movement. Her calves and feet were dangling beneath his right hand, which cupped her thighs as her back was laid across his forearm. Her right arm was limply dangling in the air as well, and as she turned her head to look down at it, she saw the ground rushing by them as the beast planted step after step through the underbrush. With her curiosity sated, Misty felt the will to stay awake slip from her, and darkness took her vision as she watched the grass beneath them blur past.

The next time she awoke, Misty could feel that she was still being carried, but he wasn't running anymore, and she couldn't hear the forest anymore. Her eyes pulled open once more, and Misty noticed that the grass under them was replaced with stone, and their pace had slowed. Looking up, she just barely caught a glimpse of the mouth of a cave before the beast carried them inside. Relief washed over her as she closed her eyes again, not because she was falling ****, but because it was the first time she felt like she could do so safely since she arrived here.

The beast carried her deeper into the cave, still hurrying, but taking care around the uneven terrain and dangerous rocks. Eventually, once deep enough, Misty could smell the smoky embers of an old fire, and a few seconds later she felt the beast start to shift his grip on her. He bent down and moved his left hand up to hold her legs as his right hand slid down to her back. Surprisingly gently, the beast laid her down on something soft and warm, and Misty looked to see what it was. Beneath her, there was more dark brown fur, like the pelt he had tied around his waist, and beneath that was something soft and compressible, like straw or feather. It was no mattress, but for a savage he managed to make something quite sophisticated and comfy. Still coming to her senses, it took Misty a minute to realize that this must be where he sleeps, which meant he just put her down in his own bed and walked off.

Turning to see where the beast had gone, Misty spotted him, barely visible in the low light cave with nothing to illuminate him other than the reflected moonlight bouncing off the cave walls and the smoldering embers of his earlier fire. It died when he left to go chase her down, and now he seemed to be tending to it, grabbing handfuls of small twigs from piles he's collected and brought to the cave. There was an urgency to his movements as he revitalized the bonfire, setting the twigs as quickly as he could before leaning in close to blow life into the embers and get them to burn the new wood. Misty could tell that he must have done this every single day as he was incredibly efficient at it. The tiny flame was fed by more and more wood and larger and larger branches, before he chucked a few logs into the growing fire and quickly turned away from it, apparently satisfied that was enough. With the fire started, the cave slowly became more and more illuminated, and it became easier for her to see her surroundings, and him.

The beast turned to Misty immediately after the fire was set up, shifting over a few feet from the fire to his bed, where she looked like a child sprawled out on a king mattress. She watched as his eyes studied her up and down in the warm light, his face still stern and focused, but his eyes told her that he was worried on the inside. An hour ago she was terrified of being his next meal, but now she didn't know what to think or what to expect.

"You wouldn't put food on your bed, right?" she thought to herself, her eyes glued onto his. The beast's eyes were mainly focused on her body, scanning her up and down, catching on the bloody wounds on her stomach and head, but for just a moment, their eyes both met, his emerald greens staring deep into her crystal blues. Wordlessly, Misty could feel that he was truly seeing her, his eyes written with the thoughts that must have been bouncing within his mind as they held each other's gaze. It only lasted a second or two, but it was enough for her to feel like it was there was a human man down in there somewhere, behind his savage nature, an intelligence that should could touch, influence, and connect with if she tried her hardest to reach out.

His eyes returned to her head wound and the beast lifted his left hand to wipe away some of the blood with his thumb. His thumb was so large that it nearly covered her entire forehead from brow to hairline, in fact his hand looked big enough to envelop her whole head with ease. It dragged across her skin, wiping away the blood from her brow and revealing the wound to him. Luckily, it wasn't very deep, a mere cut less than an inch below her hairline that seemed to have stopped bleeding by now. Misty felt a bolt of electricity fire through her when his thumb touched her head, shuddering slightly as she felt the weight and presence of just his hand alone being so close to her face, but it wouldn't hold a candle to what came next.

Pulling his hand away, the beast lowered his head and opened his mouth towards her face. At first, Misty thought this was it, that he was coming down to bite her, that she had misjudged the situation and him and was about to meet her end. Behind his lips, she saw his large teeth, his canines being especially pronounced and the rest of his teeth being straight and sharp as his maw loomed closer. However, before she gave into her demise, his fat tongue slid out of his mouth and licked her right across the face, hitting her hairline, forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and cheekbones with its warm, wet, sandpapery surface. When he finished, Misty laid there with her eyes wide open, completely shocked as a thin gleam of his saliva coated her face. She saw him regard her once more with his mouth closed, before leaning down for another pass. Misty felt butterflies flutter down from her face all the way through her belly and into her loins, watching in disbelief as he descended tongue-first towards her. Misty closed her eyes the moment before he reached her and felt as he licked her forehead once more, this time much slower and more deliberate with his movements. She couldn't help but shudder underneath him, her thighs rubbing together as she tried to control the confused, coiling feelings in her bosom.

The beast pulled back again and looked to her face. Her hair was slightly slicked now, her eyes and mouth were permanently affixed open, and her entire face and neck were blushing red, but the blood had been wiped from her skin and her wound was licked clean. His tongue rubbed against the roof of his mouth, processing her flavor. Both her blood and her skin had a certain sweetness to them, and just from one taste alone he could tell that she was like nothing he'd ever seen before. With one out of two done, his eyes looked to her clothed stomach where her shirt was stained red with blood. As he eyed her, Misty's squeamishness worsened with the anticipation of being licked clean there too, watching and waiting to see what he would do next. His large fingers came up to feel her shirt, rubbing her side gently as he inspected it, squinting his eyes and slightly tilting his head. Instinctively, her own hand came down to grab his finger as he examined her, an action that earned her a sharp glance from the beast as they both froze in that moment. It was the first time she had willingly touched him, and neither of them were expecting her to do it. The beast was the first to break eye contact, resuming his inspection as Misty continued to stare at him and hold his finger in awe. He was so giant that she could feel the ridges of his finger prints as she trailed her thumb across his skin, like tiny little concentric tracks. He pinched the fabric of her shirt and pulled a little, still trying to understand what it was, stretching it further and further before leaning in to sniff it. As he did so, his hair draped over her thighs and between them, and she could feel the thick fibers surrounding her like a warm blanket. He closed his eyes and gave one final sniff, picking up the scent of blood that saturated it before stretching it even further-

Riiiiiiiip!

Misty's eyes suddenly darted from his face back to her shirt, which had been pulled so far that it ripped from the hem beneath the center of her belly and tearing all the way up to her sternum, right in between her heavy breasts. She gasped when she saw it, causing the beast the glance between her and the shirt, tilting his head in confusion. Her shirt was ruined now, which wouldn't be too big of a deal if it wasn't the only normal shirt she had with her in this place. Misty didn't know what to do, or if she even should or could do anything as he continued to explore his curiosity and treat her injuries. As she wrestled with the decisions in her mind, the tear in her shirt allowed the beast to catch a glimpse of her stomach wound, which looked much worse than her head wound. With no hesitation, the beast grabbed both sides of her torn shirt and pulled upwards, lifting her off the bed a few inches with his immense strength before her shirt gave way and ripped in half. Misty gave a startled yell as she felt him manhandle her so, tearing her shirt into tatters and causing her ample breasts to bounce free, jiggling wildly on her chest before settling to her left and right. The beast stared in mystified awe, his eyes glued to her chest like it was the most captivating sight he had ever seen. Her boobs were huge, H cups the last she checked, although they've grown very slightly since then, and they were still plump and firm in her young age. Her areolas were large and wide, colored a light pink hue that barely distinguished them from the rest of her breasts. Her nipples were disproportionately large, even for her breasts, and looked more like what one would expect from a pregnant woman, not a bachelorette like her. They were plump, wide, and extremely sensitive, reacting even now to the slight draft within the cave. Misty immediately noticed the attention and froze again, blushing even harder as she just laid there for him, completely exposed.

The beast blinked once, then twice, and with a shake of his head he broke out of the mystified trance that held his gaze on her bosom for at least a dozen seconds. She could see the conflicting, confused emotions written on his face, the first showing of genuine vulnerability and openness out of him that she's seem. It didn't stop him from focusing on his task, however, and he lowered his mouth to her belly, opening his mouth again to press his tongue against her wound. Unlike her head, this one actually hurt quite a lot, and caused Misty to wince and pull away from the beast, a movement that he noticed as he pulled away to look at her. With his attention on her, Misty panicked and just instinctively nodded, trying to tell him that he was okay to continue, but when he simply continued staring at her, she realized that he didn't know what that meant, or any other social signal for that matter. So instead, Misty awkwardly scooted back closer to him, almost offering her torso up to him in the hopes he'd understand. It seemed to have worked, although for all the wrong reasons as her breasts shook and rippled on her chest right in front of him, drawing his eyes from her face and back to her tits. The way he was looking at her boobs was beginning to make her wet with arousal, which mixed with the warmth and butterflies from earlier into a cocktail of desire that she had no idea what to do with, especially in such a strange situation. She did her best to ignore it, and instead lifted her right arm to cover her nipples modestly, looking away to try and hide her turbulent emotions.

As she covered herself up, the beast regained his composure and returned to her stomach, touching her wound with his tongue more gently this time, making Misty wince again but this time she contained her pained groan and prevented herself from shifting any further away from him as he continued his work. She felt his rough, wet tongue gliding across her whole belly, like someone dipped an oven mitt in warm honey and was lathering it all over her stomach. Misty could feel each individual taste bud as his tongue tickled her sides and tummy, familiarizing itself with every curve, every line, and every blemish on her skin. She would react if her ticklishness wasn't trumped by the pain the pressure of his tongue was causing. After a few slow laps on her skin, the beast pulled back to see his handiwork. Her stomach looked like it was spit shined, literally, and her wound was clear of blood, dirt, and grime. She had a gash on her side that was slightly bruised and swollen. It was worse than what she had on her head, but by no means was it fatal. As long as she didn't pull it too hard over the next day or two, she'd be fine. Misty turned her head back to see, looking at all the saliva that now coated her stomach and seeing her wound clearly for the first time. She looked to him, and he was already looking to her, his brow furrowed with concern as he searched for confirmation that she was alright. Looking into his deep eyes, Misty parted her lips, gulped dryly, and said a soft, "Thank you."

The beast was taken aback slightly, staring at her mouth as she made the sounds. He'd never heard speech before, but by her tone it was clear that she wasn't hurt or crying or calling for something. Seeing the confusion in his gaze, Misty sighed and shook her head, finding it slightly endearing that he helped her so much but couldn't even understand a "thank you." She looked back down to her clean body, and then to her breasts which she still covered with her left arm. Misty's other arm was lying limply by her side, still covered in fresh blood from the altercation earlier, and Misty was blessed with a devious idea.