Twice Claimed By the Monster I Abandoned. Chapter 16 - 12-Inches

Since... when?

Since when did monsters have well-defined genitals?

Almost human-like?

And since when were they that big?

No... massive?

Athiel froze.

For once, completely caught off guard.

His mind stalled, unable to imdiately process what he was seeing, what he was feeling. The pressure against his stomach was unmistakable, even through the layers of fabric between them.

But the fabric he was wearing still couldn’t stop the fact that Athiel felt its warmth and pulse.

’Where did this even co from?’ Athiel thought, his brows pulling together in disbelief.

Then he caught himself.

Of course.

It wasn’t any different from the extra pair of arms.

Or the tentacles.

Kree’s body had already proven it could produce things. Extend them. Hide them. Retract them as if they had never existed in the first place.

Still—

A fully ford veiny organ?

That was... new.

Athiel had seen other monsters before. Of course, he had.

So had reproductive parts, yes. But they were crude. Animalistic.

Closest to dogs or cats. Functional at best, but nothing refined. Most of them didn’t even breed in the traditional sense.

They laid eggs.

Replicated.

Mutated.

But this...

This was different.

Right in front of him—

Fully developed.

Fully responsive.

It didn’t feel accidental.

It didn’t feel like a leftover trait from sothing else.

It felt intentional.

Athiel swallowed, his heartbeat picking up slightly, though his expression remained composed.

’This is important,’ he told himself. ’This is information.’

The shock faded.

Curiosity replaced it almost instantly.

Because of course it did.

’I need to check this before it disappears,’ Athiel decided.

His hand moved without hesitation.

He grabbed hold of one of Kree’s tentacles, steadying himself more than anything else.

"I need you to go there," Athiel said, his voice returning to its usual calm as he pointed toward the tal bed.

There was no hesitation in his tone.

No embarrassnt.

No uncertainty.

Only focus.

Only purpose.

Kree blinked down at him, still holding him close, still not letting go completely.

Athiel frowned slightly.

"Move," he added, more firmly this ti.

’Before it retracts,’ he thought, eyes narrowing just slightly. ’Before I lose the chance to understand it.’

Because no matter how strange it was—

No matter how unexpected—

Athiel Viremont would always choose knowledge first.

"Kree, I need you to release . Now," Athiel ordered, though there was a chance Kree didn’t fully understand what he ant, so he pushed the tentacles away himself.

Kree’s red eyes blinked slowly, but it seed to understand enough. The grip of his primary arms loosened just enough for Athiel to slide down the front of his body.

Athiel imdiately stepped back, though he unintentionally brushed against the... massive thing.

A visible pulse followed the contact before he could fully pull away.

Kree let out a low groan.

’Interesting,’ Athiel thought.

"To the examination table," Athiel ordered, pointing to the reinforced tal slab in the center of the lab.

Of course, he had to grab one of Kree’s upper wrists, his own grip firm. "I need to get you to lie down."

Kree made a low, rumbling sound in his chest, the neon green light in the cracks on his skin flaring briefly.

He didn’t move. Not right away.

’Right, I really should teach him basic commands at so point,’ Athiel thought, his jaw tightening.

He planted his feet, using his whole body weight to pull.

It was almost laughable. Athiel was already a little too short for his age, and it didn’t help that Kree towered over him, a being of dense muscle and otherworldly strength.

Yet, after a tense mont where Athiel’s muscles strained, Kree allowed himself to be guided, obediently.

’One good thing is that he’s very obedient,’ Athiel thought. ’I already knew that, but it’s still surprising.’

Kree followed him to the tallic bed.

"Kree. Sit."

He pointed to the tal bed, finger steady, voice clear.

Kree didn’t move.

His red eyes stayed on Athiel instead, following the motion of his hand, not the aning behind it.

His head tilted slightly, like he was trying to understand, but couldn’t quite grasp it.

’I already taught you this.’

Athiel exhaled through his nose.

Of course.

"Sit," he repeated, stepping closer. This ti, he pressed his hand against Kree’s shoulder, applying gentle pressure downward.

Kree shifted under the touch, his body reacting, but he didn’t follow through. His stance remained firm, feet planted, attention still fixed on Athiel’s face.

’He’s not responding right away again.’ Athiel noted, his brows drawing together slightly. ’I know what to do.’

He stepped back.

"Fine," he said flatly. "I’m leaving."

The change was imdiate.

Kree’s body tensed, his posture shifting forward as if pulled by sothing invisible.

"Athiel—"

His voice ca out rough, almost panicked.

’That he understood.’

Athiel didn’t let it go further.

He stepped in again before Kree could close the distance.

"Sit."

This ti, he didn’t bother with subtlety. His hand ca down harder on Kree’s shoulder, pushing with intent.

Kree resisted for a brief second, not out of defiance, but hesitation. His muscles tightened, uncertain, confused.

Athiel pushed again.

"Sit."

The word was sharper now.

Kree’s body gave in.

Slowly, awkwardly, he bent at the knees and lowered himself onto the tal surface. The bed creaked faintly under his weight.

Athiel didn’t relax.

Not yet.

"Lie down."

Kree blinked up at him, uncomprehending.

Of course, he didn’t understand that either.

Athiel’s jaw tightened slightly.

’Step by step,’ he reminded himself. ’He learns through reaction, not language. So I have to be patient.’

He placed his hand flat against Kree’s chest.

"Down."

He pushed.

Kree’s body resisted again, not fighting, just... unsure. His hands shifted slightly, hovering as if he didn’t know where to place them.

Athiel pressed harder.

"Down."

Kree let out a low sound, sothing soft and uncertain, but his body followed. His back lowered inch by inch until it finally t the cold tal surface.

The mont his shoulders touched the table, Athiel kept his hand there, holding him in place.

"Stay."

Kree’s chest rose unevenly beneath his palm. His eyes stayed on Athiel, wide, attentive, waiting.

"...Master."

The word was quieter now.

Less strained.

Athiel didn’t respond.

He slowly removed his hand, watching carefully to make sure Kree wouldn’t sit back up.

Kree stayed still.

’Finally.’

Athiel took a step back, finally giving himself enough space to look at him properly.

The tal bed reflected faint light against Kree’s skin. The glow beneath his cracks had dimd, but it was still there, pulsing softly.

Everything was in place.

Athiel drew in a slow breath, steadying himself.

And there it was.

Fully exposed, standing proud and impossibly upright to the point where it was almost...intimidating.

The sight was even more staggering from this angle.

Maybe because with Kree lying, it felt a bit more intimate.

The organ was a deep, matte black, the sa shade as the rest of Kree’s skin, making it look almost like polished obsidian.

’Looks like a toy that a common whore would buy.’ Or sell. But it was alive.

Thick, corded veins webbed its considerable length and girth, pulsing with that sa neon green luminescence that seeped from the cracks on his chest and biceps.

The light wasn’t constant; it ebbed and flowed in a slow, rhythmic beat that mirrored a heartbeat.

It’s heartbeat.

’First... asurents.’

Athiel turned toward the drawers without looking, his hand already reaching for the handle.

He pulled it open in one smooth motion, fingers brushing past glass vials and tal tools before stopping on a familiar coil.

The asuring tape.

Of course, it was there.

He pulled it out, the tal tip glinting faintly under the laboratory lights as it slipped between his fingers.

The drawer shut behind him with a quiet push.

Athiel didn’t waste another second.

He turned back and stepped toward... it.

The sheer scale was... clinically daunting.

Or in simple terms, it looked like it would hurt.

Athiel unspooled the tape. ’I feel like I should’ve worn my gloves.’ He thought.

And then he started at the base, where the hot skin t the pelvis, and carefully, precisely, drew the tape along the top side to the broad, smooth tip.

The numbers blurred for a second before his vision cleared.

’Twelve inches.’ Athiel noted, his eyes slightly wide.

He asured the circumference at the midpoint. His fingers brushed against the warm, strangely smooth skin as he wrapped the tape.

’Two and a half inches in diater.’

’This will definitely tear soone in half.’ Athiel thought, almost horrified.

He set the tape aside on Kree’s stomach, his eyes fixed on the glistening tip.

A bead of clear fluid had welled up at the slit.

"Oh?"

Without hesitation, acting on pure inquisitive instinct, Athiel reached out and pressed the pad of his index finger against it.

’This looks exactly like human sperm.’

It was hot. Silken. The bead sared, and as he applied the slightest pressure, a thicker, opalescent strand of white precum oozed out, coating his fingertip in slick warmth.

’This is interesting. Even his sperm is similar to–’

"Agh...ah..."

A sound made him look up.

Kree’s head was tilted back against the tal, a low groan escaping his lips.

Athiel was surprised, but that sound wasn’t what surprised him.

He was surprised because Kree’s horns—the curving, black protrusions from his brow—were growing.

They lengthened by a full inch before Athiel’s eyes, the tips sharpening.

’That’s...odd.’ But, oh, was he thrilled. ’Is Kree’s monstrous genital sohow connected to his horn?’

It was a weird correlation.

So, he had to confirm.

Athiel pulled his sticky finger away and, slowly, deliberately, poked the tip of the erection again.

This ti, he used two fingers, pressing more firmly into the yielding slit.

"M-Master..." Kree whispers, well, it was more of another whimper again.

Kree’s back arched slightly off the table, his tail lashing against the tal with a loud clang.

The horns on his head grew again, another half-inch, the neon green in his chest crack blazing so brightly it cast sharp shadows across the lab.

The precum flowed freely now, a steady leak that dripped down the side of the shaft, pooling on his lower belly.

"So, it is connected. But why?" Athiel whispers to himself.

He stared at his glistening fingers, then at the massive, leaking penis. The lab was silent except for Kree’s heavy, ragged breathing.

The sterile air now carried a new, musky scent. Athiel’s own breath hitched.

’I need to know more.’ Athiel thought, his heart beating loudly against his chest.

Athiel needed a sperm sample, and he needed to know if Kree’s horns would change with more stimulation.

That ant one thing.

Kree shuddered violently, a full-body tremor that made the table shake. A guttural, broken sound ripped from his throat. "A...thiel..."

"You’re lucky." Athiel tilts his head. "I need more information."

He had to do sothing he’d only ever done to himself once.