A little gift story for  rogus247, who did some fantastic giftart for me. As such, I felt he deserved to have a little story made for him. And I hope you all like it too!

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Rogus glanced left and right as he nervously made his way through the forest path. The stars twinkled brightly above, but he could barely tell through the thick canopy of the forest. He shuddered as he wrapped his arms around himself, black hair flopping about along with his loose-fitting t-shirt. Why, oh WHY had he wore shorts out on this hike?

He’d made a dumb decision. Go out, get some exercise, lose a few pounds. Look good for swimsuit season. And now he’d gotten off the forest path and was somewhere he’d never seen before. Shrubbery and brush obscured whatever he was on, the trees towered all about him like skyscrapers, and the forest was eerily, disturbingly silent. It was unnatural for a forest to be this quiet, Rogus reasoned. Why could he not hear any owls or crickets or bats or anything?

He tried to ignore this and to keep moving. He could vaguely see the moon through the thick layer of tree branches above and using that he was determining which way was north. He was determined to keep walking until he found the road, no matter how long it took. But he was getting tired, and he was getting cold, and he wanted to get home fast. Next time, he decided, he’d just go to the gym, or bring an extra battery for his Iphone, not even the hottest swimsuit was worth-

He stiffened when he heard a soft whisper. “Are you cold?”

The voice was ethereal, beautiful in an otherworldly sense as it drifted through the air, Rogus holding tightly onto himself, glancing nervously about. Left, right. Left, right. Yet no sign of anything. Where was that voice coming from?

“Are you cold, little one?”

Rogus shivered slightly, the voice giving a soft little chuckle.

“I say that like I’m speculating. I can tell you’re cold. I can also tell you that you are at least fifteen miles from the highway. You won’t be getting there anytime soon.”

Rogus shuddered a bit as he hung his head. “I-I just want to get home, if-if you don’t mind?”

“Because you’re tired and cold? I can help with that.” The voice offered gently, and then it rose up from the dark expanse that surrounded Rogus, making him gasp as it approached. Its form was well-built, muscular, with sharp claws and a horned head. It wore a necklace of glittering bluish/white orbs around its neck, its eyes a pale and haunting blue as its dark form glistened with stars. Stars, they lit up his body like the night sky as the muscular being approached, continuing to speak in that comforting yet chilling tone. “Come. You must need a break desperately.”

Rogus shivered again. “H-How do I know if I can trust you?”

“I won’t hurt you.” The being said. “If I wanted to, I would have snuck up upon you earlier and put an end to your life.” It said, gently holding out a hand and beckoning Rogus close. Rogus nervously bit into his lip before finally approaching the large being as it held Rogus’s cheek in one clawed hand, looking him over. “Your name, little one?”

“Ro-Rogus.” Rogus murmured.

“A nice little name. Has a faint regal air to it.” The being intoned. “I am The Huntsman, Neh-Buh-Loh.” It informed him. “You…may call me master.” He said, lifting the necklace up, and then carefully but swiftly slipping it over Rogus’s head, Rogus finding himself pinned up against the Huntsman’s body as the alien hunter’s clawed hands held him close. The necklace throbbed against Rogus like a massage chair, Rogus hearing the hunter’s beating heart as the clawed hands stroked the human. His skin was so lovely, the texture so so soft and warm. His eyes are in a beautiful shade of blue, that soft little playful smile on his face, his muscles plump and firm as he stroked the human.

“M-Master?”

“Yes. You can’t escape me. But then again…will you really want to?” The Hunter asked as Rogus felt soft lips press against his forehead, the starry-bodied being pulling him into a gentle and tender hug, his horned head resting against Rogus.

Rogus cringed a bit, trying to pull back, squirming a bit. The necklace throbbed against him as if it was alive itself, like a giant snake holding him tight. It vibrated against him, keeping him there as he whimpered a bit. “P-Please…”

“Shhh…” The Huntsman cooed, Rogus trying to break free of the necklace, unable to duck down. The thing was wrapped around his neck now, and he felt pinned firmly to the alien hunter’s chest as the alien kept a firm and powerful grip on the trapped human. “You don’t want to run away from me.”

“I…don’t?” Rogus asked nervously, the necklace throbbing more gently as his whimpering struggles began to slowly reduce, the necklace less hot against him, now more cool, more calming.

“Little one…doesn’t it feel nice to be in my embrace?”

“Yes, it…it does, I guess...” Rogus admitted. “But…I…I mean…I want to go home…” He added nervously.

“Oh, little one. You are home. Or at least…you will be.” The Huntsman proclaimed. “Welcome to your fate.” He said, breathing on Rogus’s face, a warm expanse opening up, eager to take Rogus in.

And Rogus was helpless to resist. He thought about trying to scream, about trying to get away, but it was hopeless. The Huntsman’s throat muscles were too strong, and with a firm swallow, Rogus’s head was taken into the maw, another swallow making his chest slip inside as the human’s head went into the alien’s throat. The Huntsman licked at Rogus with a playful teasing swirl before he swallowed again, bringing the human’s chest into his cavernous throat, his throat muscles began to push Rogus’s body deeper into him, massaging every bit of the human. He licked every bit of the human’s body as he kept up his delightful meal, tickling Rogus through his shirt over his chest, his stomach, then reaching the crotch.

Rogus felt the gentle massaging against his lower body and moaned at the loving pressure before another mighty gulp sent him further down into the Huntsman’s form. His head was being deposited within the Huntsman’s stomach, his legs sliding smoothly into the throat as gravity did most of the work, and soon only his feet were available, the alien removing the sneakers and socks to play with them a bit. He gave them some tickling licks before he swallowed them as well, Rogus’s chest, then his legs and feet soon sliding down into the soft expanse of the Huntsman’s immense belly, the Huntsman patting his immense gut. He moaned in delight, Rogus feeling the stomach walls caress and massage him like he was in a spa, the alien hunter eagerly enjoying him.

“Ohhh. So wonderful, so filling and sweet. My little Rogus, calm yourself, rest, and enjoy being in your new galaxy.” The Huntsman intoned, Rogus suddenly finding himself in a wide, immense expanse. Planets floated by in the distance, stars twinkling around him as he came to grips with the enormity of what the Huntsman truly was. He was a living universe, and he…he, Rogus, had the honor of being a part of him.

“Will you…digest me?” Rogus asked though, still nervous. The being had been very, very gentle, but even so-

“No, I shan’t do that. I’m not heartless. I take good care of my pets. I’ll let you out soon enough and we’ll get to enjoy each other’s company even more.” The Huntsman said as Rogus felt his hands rub over his head, comforting him with tender pats. “Tomorrow we shall have a better time together. But come, rest. Enjoy the warmth of my many suns. Find comfort in my belly’s pit. Let my heartbeat sooth you to sleep.” He murred, Rogus curling up in the expanse, feeling a kind of fleshy blanket gently cover him as he allowed sleep to gently engulf him. He felt so happy, so at ease. It was warm, cozy, he could breathe freely, and he was in the presence of a truly superior and majestic being who was treating him so tenderly and lovingly.

This would be a lovely new life indeed.