Since... when?
Since when did monsters have well-defined genitals?
Almost human-like?
And since when were they that big?
No... massive?
Amethiel froze.
For once, completely caught off guard.
His mind stalled, unable to immediately 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 Amethiel felt its warmth and pulse.
’Where did this even come from?’ Amethiel 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 formed veiny organ?
That was... new.
Amethiel had seen other monsters before. Of course, he had.
Some 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 something else.
It felt intentional.
Amethiel 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,’ Amethiel 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," Amethiel said, his voice returning to its usual calm as he pointed toward the metal bed.
There was no hesitation in his tone.
No embarrassment.
No uncertainty.
Only focus.
Only purpose.
Kree blinked down at him, still holding him close, still not letting go completely.
Amethiel frowned slightly.
"Move," he added, more firmly this time.
’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—
Amethiel Viremont would always choose knowledge first.
"Kree, I need you to release me. Now," Amethiel ordered, though there was a chance Kree didn’t fully understand what he meant, so he pushed the tentacles away himself.
Kree’s red eyes blinked slowly, but it seemed to understand enough. The grip of his primary arms loosened just enough for Amethiel to slide down the front of his body.
Amethiel immediately 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,’ Amethiel thought.
"To the examination table," Amethiel ordered, pointing to the reinforced metal 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 some point,’ Amethiel thought, his jaw tightening.
He planted his feet, using his whole body weight to pull.
It was almost laughable. Amethiel 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 moment where Amethiel’s muscles strained, Kree allowed himself to be guided, obediently.
’One good thing is that he’s very obedient,’ Amethiel thought. ’I already knew that, but it’s still surprising.’
Kree followed him to the metallic bed.
"Kree. Sit."
He pointed to the metal bed, finger steady, voice clear.
Kree didn’t move.
His red eyes stayed on Amethiel instead, following the motion of his hand, not the meaning behind it.
His head tilted slightly, like he was trying to understand, but couldn’t quite grasp it.
’I already taught you this.’
Amethiel exhaled through his nose.
Of course.
"Sit," he repeated, stepping closer. This time, 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 Amethiel’s face.
’He’s not responding right away again.’ Amethiel noted, his brows drawing together slightly. ’I know what to do.’
He stepped back.
"Fine," he said flatly. "I’m leaving."
The change was immediate.
Kree’s body tensed, his posture shifting forward as if pulled by something invisible.
"Amethiel—"
His voice came out rough, almost panicked.
’That he understood.’
Amethiel didn’t let it go further.
He stepped in again before Kree could close the distance.
"Sit."
This time, he didn’t bother with subtlety. His hand came 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.
Amethiel 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 metal surface. The bed creaked faintly under his weight.
Amethiel didn’t relax.
Not yet.
"Lie down."
Kree blinked up at him, uncomprehending.
Of course, he didn’t understand that either.
Amethiel’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.
Amethiel pressed harder.
"Down."
Kree let out a low sound, something soft and uncertain, but his body followed. His back lowered inch by inch until it finally met the cold metal surface.
The moment his shoulders touched the table, Amethiel kept his hand there, holding him in place.
"Stay."
Kree’s chest rose unevenly beneath his palm. His eyes stayed on Amethiel, wide, attentive, waiting.
"...Master."
The word was quieter now.
Less strained.
Amethiel didn’t respond.
He slowly removed his hand, watching carefully to make sure Kree wouldn’t sit back up.
Kree stayed still.
’Finally.’
Amethiel took a step back, finally giving himself enough space to look at him properly.
The metal bed reflected faint light against Kree’s skin. The glow beneath his cracks had dimmed, but it was still there, pulsing softly.
Everything was in place.
Amethiel 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 same 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 same 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... measurements.’
Amethiel 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 metal tools before stopping on a familiar coil.
The measuring tape.
Of course, it was there.
He pulled it out, the metal tip glinting faintly under the laboratory lights as it slipped between his fingers.
The drawer shut behind him with a quiet push.
Amethiel 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.
Amethiel 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 met 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.’ Amethiel noted, his eyes slightly wide.
He measured 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 diameter.’
’This will definitely tear someone in half.’ Amethiel 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, Amethiel reached out and pressed the pad of his index finger against it.
’This looks exactly like human sperm.’
It was hot. Silken. The bead smeared, 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 metal, a low groan escaping his lips.
Amethiel 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 Amethiel’s eyes, the tips sharpening.
’That’s...odd.’ But, oh, was he thrilled. ’Is Kree’s monstrous genital somehow connected to his horn?’
It was a weird correlation.
So, he had to confirm.
Amethiel pulled his sticky finger away and, slowly, deliberately, poked the tip of the erection again.
This time, 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 metal 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?" Amethiel 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. Amethiel’s own breath hitched.
’I need to know more.’ Amethiel thought, his heart beating loudly against his chest.
Amethiel needed a sperm sample, and he needed to know if Kree’s horns would change with more stimulation.
That meant one thing.
Kree shuddered violently, a full-body tremor that made the table shake. A guttural, broken sound ripped from his throat. "Ame...thiel..."
"You’re lucky." Amethiel tilts his head. "I need more information."
He had to do something he’d only ever done to himself once.