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White Lie - Incubus x fem!Reader

Going to a Halloween party hosted in a church while dressed as a nun, you expected to get shit-faced and have some fun. You didn’t expect to get approached by a man whispering sweet nothings. But who were you to complain? You came to have fun, after all. Except, this man turned out to be anything but that - a man.

CW: Corruption(attempt), cunnilingus, breeding, slight religious themes

Word Count: 7948

Heavily breathing, your back was plastered to the thick and cold stone wall, your eyes wide as you clutched your hands at your heart - a feeble defense from what was in front of you.

The man - no, creature - skulked in front of you, his eyes calculating and slightly devious.

When he’d come up to you before, you just thought he was in costume for Halloween, just like you were - spouting honeyed words, whispering appealing promises in your ear; just another partygoer who seemed to have the same interests as you. But once he took you aside, trapped you in this abandoned part of the church, you realised it was more than that. His appearance wasn’t just a costume, it was truly monstrous.

Horns sprouted from the top of his head, angled back and twisting slightly near the end. His arms up to past the elbow looked as if they were dipped in ink, ending in claws, poised and ready - for what you didn’t know. Clothes were almost fully absent from his body, save for the cloth around his waist, tied to him via a thin strap running over one shoulder. All of that was superficial though, compared to the thin devil-tail slowly swishing and curling behind him, as well as the talon-like feet he sported, equally appearing dipped in ink. Almost animalistic in their shape.

“You’re so scared.” The creature observed, almost tutted, and your breathing sped up even more, causing him to take a step forward. In reaction, you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for something to happen: a final blow, agonising pain, anything. What you instead got, was a clawed hand grasping your chin, tilting your head up straight. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

His fingers were warm on your skin, his grip strong as you couldn’t even move your head a millimeter. Slowly, you dared peel your eyes open, met with vibrant, hellfire eyes watching your every move.

“…What do you want?” Your voice was but a whisper, a plea for your life even, too scared to speak up louder.

“You.”

His hand released your chin, his nails no longer digging into your cheeks as he instead traced the column of your neck with his index finger, his eyes following the motion.

“M-Me? My soul?” You were breathless, feeling the sharp claw run over your clothed windpipe, too scared to move, but the creature scoffed.

“I’m no demon. I don’t deal in souls. What I need is far more… carnal.”

He had moved on to playing with the hood of your nun outfit, his eyes following the movements of his fingers until you spoke again. “What… what do you want then?”

“Turn away from your god and give in to me. Do that and I’ll leave you alone.”

He spoke that in all seriousness, a stoic and determined look on his face before he leaned forward, forcing you into a kiss.

You squeaked, grabbing his head as you immediately felt his tongue - way longer than it should be - slipping into your mouth that was still open from confusion and shock.

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, his hands landing on your hips as he kissed you. His long tongue ran through your mouth, curling around your own and massaging it before letting go in favour of plunging as deep as it could.

You almost felt like just a vessel to his ministrations, merely stuck to let him move his lips against yours.

Gagging softly on his tongue, he finally pulled away, allowing you to breathe.

Pulling your hand up, you launched it towards his face but right before it could make contact with his cheek, he gripped your wrist.

“That’s unbecoming of you, Sister.”

Sister? Finally his words were starting to make sense in your head. Sister, God, carnal. He thought you were an actual nun. So that means, whatever he was, he was after the church?

While you were in thought he leaned close again, forcing a little surprised noise from your throat as you pushed further back into the wall behind you.

“Let me pleasure you right here. Defile you in front of your God.”

Swallowing heavily, you were stuck looking at him. He… he wasn’t bad to look at honestly. His face was handsome even, his jawline sharp, good cheekbones, he even had pretty lashes. The longer you waited, the closer he gravitated towards you, pressing his body to yours and you placed your hands on his chest in a faux attempt to push him away, only making you blush as you felt the ridges and bumps of his muscles.

It was pretty clear what he was after. Yet as you looked at him, you turned less and less afraid. If he was after a nun, maybe it wasn’t so bad to play the part. You were planning to get shitfaced anyways at the Halloween party and this was basically a one night stand, no strings attached. He said it himself that he’d leave.

“You’ll… leave after?” You asked, now partly acting though it was mostly sincere.

“I won’t step foot in this church again.”

“O-Okay.” You breathed a little shaky, nervous about what you were agreeing to.

It increased tenfold when a wicked glint appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. Out of nowhere, bat-like wings shot out from behind him, blocking out all light from hitting you and your eyes widened in fear. Shooting forward, the small fingers on top pinned your wrists to the wall behind you, all the while the creature lifted you up against the wall by your thighs, your face now level with his while he pressed his pelvis into yours.

“Wait-“ You panicked but a squeeze to your thigh shut you up.

“Stop squirming. They’ve been there this entire time, it’s your fault for not noticing them folded up on my back.”

“N-No, that’s not it. You’re- H-Here?!” Your breathing sped up, in fact very much lying about it not being the wings. You struggled a little, attempting to pull your wrists free, but despite the thin and flimsy look of the tiny black claws, barely fitting around your wrists, their strength was unmatched.

“No one is here, no one is coming here. Would you rather we do it in your communal hall?” There was a teasing tone to his voice and you bit your lip, closing your eyes.

You honestly would rather be in your bed at home doing this, but that would probably give away you’re not really a nun and who knows what happens then. You won’t get laid, that’s for sure. “N-No.”

“Good.” Guiding your legs around his waist, you knew what he wanted and locked them around him, pulling him closer. “Stop being so scared. There’s only one thing I’m after and you’ll like it.” He whispered that in your ear, pulling back to give you a view of his face as you blushed deeply. With that, he pushed his hands under your clothes.

- - - -

Gasping, you kept your face buried in his shoulder, trying to contain your moans as he pumped into you.

Your back was scraping against the wall but you couldn’t care less, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you. He was filling up every single part of you, his dick stretching you out beyond anything you’ve ever had.

“Please, god, f-“

“Don’t go pleading to Him now.” The creature chuckled breathily, his breathing laboured as he re-gripped the arm holding you up. “Call my name instead. Azalar.”

Despite everything going on, you were too scared to say his name, afraid it might do more than just be his name. Noticing your silent refusal, he slammed into you harshly, forcing a moan from you before you buried your face in his shoulder again to mute yourself, leaving him to huff in twisted amusement.

The corruption he was enacting was only second to the pleasure for Azalar, every moan and jolt and squeeze around his member from you feeding him.

You were taking him so well, merely moaning and holding on to him like a good doll and slowly but surely, the incubus fell addicted.

Every push of his hips to yours, every pull back, only to bottom out again. Your body’s little jolts, the way you were drooling into his skin, how your arms struggled to break free from his wings, your fingers twitching to grab something. All of it was gathering in a warm pit in his stomach, his laboured breathing turning to panting. He’d never felt anything like this before.

Thrusting faster, your slick dripped down from how wet you were and finally he released your wrists. Instantly, your hands shot forward to hug around him, your nails digging into his back with one hand while the other shot into his hair, quickly latching onto a horn and pulling.

Forced to angle his head backwards by your pulling, a snarl left him, exposing the sharper canines he sported, all the while his wings wrapped around your back, softening the friction against the wall as you were pulled even closer.

“I can’t-!” You begged, curling your toes as you slowly reached the orgasm you had been trying to stave off for so long.

“Let go. Give in to me.” Azalar growled, his hips snapping into yours and with that you couldn’t take it.

You came hard as you put your hand in front of your mouth to muffle yourself, pulling his horn back. Azalar growled as you did, not slowing his thrusts down in the slightest as he fucked you through your orgasm.

And it wouldn’t be for another two before he reached his own peak, spilling deep inside of you with a satisfied groan while you were an exhausted mess, slumped against him.

-

Panting to catch his breath, the incubus released one hand from you to slick his hair back between his horns before wrapping it back under your ass, still buried balls deep within you, his spend starting to leak out.

“F…uck.”

Chuckling briefly at your profanity muttered into his skin, Azalar sliced through the material covering your neck, nosing at your now exposed skin as he softly pressed kisses to it, latching on not long after and sucking his mark.

You whimpered a little and just to be cruel, the fiend pinched your clit, making you clench around the flesh still buried inside.

“Not so bad, was it?” He hummed after letting go, satisfied to see the large bruise forming.

Not getting an answer, the creature huffed a bit in annoyance. Did he really fuck your brains out that much?

Unfurling his wings from you, he folded them to his back, letting your legs down from his waist as he slowly sat you back on your legs. “Stand on your own now, come on.” Following his command, you shakily put your weight back on your legs instead of hanging on him, a little whine leaving you when the incubus dragged his cock out of you. “Don’t worry.” He hummed, his hands making their way under your dress before it could fall down in order to grasp your panties, swiftly pulling them up and snug to your hips. “You’re going to carry around my cum for a little while longer.”

True to his word, you could feel your panties getting soaked with his spend as it leaked out of you, yet the thick, frothy substance was unable to go anywhere with how tightly the devil had pulled your panties up.

“Take those off before the day is done and our agreement is off. I want you to feel your sin.” Azalar stepped closer to you, pinning you to the wall with his body. “Feel as it settles here-“ His hand placed on your stomach, a blush making its way on your tired face. “-Feel how I have claimed you, here.” His hand slid down, instead sliding back and forth over the flat of your soaked panties, before pushing when he glid over your entrance, lightly pushing his finger inside you, panty and all. “Understood?”

“Under-Understood.” You swallowed, a calm washing over the incubus before you as he cupped your face suddenly. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours and - though surprised - you closed your eyes, kissing back.

His hand retreated from your face and once his lips moved away and you opened your eyes, he was gone.

- - - -

The rest of the night, you stood in the corner. You felt like the scum of the earth. Not only did you have sex in a church, you had sex in a church with what you could only describe as a minor devil. And now you were standing in said church, the devil’s cum stuffed in you, leaking into your panties.

You had to lie to everyone who asked about the tear in your costume by your neck and the bruise behind it, saying your costume got caught and you accidentally ripped it open.

Once it was finally time to go home, you never walked home so fast. It was 1am by the time you got there, closing your door behind you and slumping into it, sliding to the floor.

“Fuck…” You groaned, kicking off your shoes before removing the nun hood, turning it around in your hold to look at the tear in it.

Sitting for a few seconds, staring at it, you eventually sighed deep, throwing it to the side. “Worth it.”

Getting up, you groaned as you felt the gross feeling in your panties, quickly making your way upstairs.

Lifting the costume off of yourself, you sighed in relief. It was fun, but the thing was hot and tight and finally getting it off felt like a godsend.

Standing in just your bra and your panties, you made your way to your bathroom. It was the middle of the night but you couldn’t go to sleep this filthy.

Taking off your bra, you then started reaching down for your panties, only to stop once you held the hem.

You made a deal. He told you to wear your panties until, what was it? The end of the day?

Stopping dead in your tracks, a dread took hold of you. You… couldn’t remember properly. Did he say until the end of the day or did he say a whole day? You didn’t even know what time it was when you- Should you risk it?

Pacing back and forth a bit, in the end, your panties were just getting too uncomfortable, and the thought of sleeping with it was just too much to bear.

Taking your panties off, you instantly threw them in the bin, stepping into the shower and washing all the grime and filth off of yourself before finally getting ready for bed.

Crawling inside, your head hadn’t hit the pillow for more than ten seconds before you were already asleep.

- - - -

Sighing deeply, you pushed yourself further into your pillow before sleepily blinking your eyes open.

A scream ripped from your throat as you noticed the figure standing in the dark of your room, illuminated by the moonlight. You scrambled to get back, pushing yourself into the corner of the wall as far as you could while staying on your bed.

You were pushing back and back and back but started to slow down when you noticed the figure wasn’t moving any closer, nor saying anything.

In an action that may be stupid, you lunged over your bed towards your nightstand, clicking on the light you had there before shooting back as the room became illuminated.

“You done?”

The familiar voice made you widen your eyes and slowly look up, now properly getting his appearance. “Y-You?”

Azalar remained silent as he looked down at you, his arms crossed over his chest, creating a contrast with the inky flesh of his arms and the ‘normal’ colour of his torso.

“W-What are you doing here?” You trembled.

It had been a week. Why was he here?!

Instead of saying something, the devil leaned closer. “How about instead of ‘What are you doing here?’ you ask ‘What are you?’.” He smirked while you leaned back, your personal space invaded.

Too scared to do anything else, you obliged. “W-What are you?”

Putting his hands on the bed on either side of you, he leaned even closer until you were a small ball cowering in the corner, his torso hanging over you. “Pissed. That’s what I am.”

Your eyes widening, you started trembling, knowing he had found you out and had come for revenge.

Seeing your shaking form however, the devil rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so scared, I told you before, didn’t I? I won’t hurt you.” Pulling back, he stood up straight again, re-crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s my own fault for not noticing.”

“What?” You blubbered. “S-So, you don’t mind that I-?”

“Took advantage of the opportunity?” The devil curled his lips in what seemed like disgust, snarling a bit which made your heart speed up in fright. “Oh no, I mind that. Like I said, I’m pissed off.” He snarled further, glaring down at you before he let up, slicking his hair back between his horns again to calm himself down. “Fortunately, I like you.”

“W-We had an agreement. You said you’d leave me be. T-The fact that I wasn’t what you thought I was shouldn’t affect the deal, cause that- that was your mistake!” You awkwardly made your point and the incubus only leaned in close again, his face neutral as he looked back and forth between your eyes in silence for an uncomfortably long while.

“Clever little one, aren’t you?” He scoffed eventually before leaning back up. You sighed in relief, until you looked at his face and saw the tiniest of uptilt in his lip. “Our agreement is not off, you’re right in that. I won’t ever step foot in that church again.”

Your eyes widening, the fiend cruelly chuckled at your realisation. “What are you going to do to me?”

“To you? Nothing.” He hummed, his tail swishing behind him. “With you? Well I was hoping for another good fuck.”

“What?” You squeaked.

Huffing out in amusement, he leaned in, placing his hands on either side of you on the bed again, leaning in close until his lips were grazing the shell of your ear. “I’ve seen your thoughts- your dreams of me.” He muttered, the smirk he sported almost audible. “Don’t be annoying, stop denying it.”

“I-I never-“

“I said stop denying it.” He growled, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Grabbing you, he instantly pulled you towards himself before turning to the left and pinning you to the foot of your bed. “I’m an incubus, you really think any lewd thought pertaining to me goes by me?”

You squeaked softly, your hands covering your chest as you noticed his tail swishing behind him in annoyance. “I’m sorry.”

Clicking his tongue, he let go of you, instead placing his hands back on the bed. “A verbal apology does nothing for me. You know what I want.”

Your breathing speeding up slightly, you looked up and down his body before swallowing nervously. “But what if I don’t want it?” You whispered and at that, the devil suddenly pulled back, his face losing its edge as he calmly looked down.

“Then I’ll wait until you do.” Calmly moving his hand, he placed it under your chin, wary of his claws as he slightly tilted it up, seemingly analysing your face. “I’m not evil, if that’s what you’re thinking. I won’t do what you don’t want.”

His sudden calm words caused a blush to form on your face, one which he saw, making him smirk a bit. “Does my kindness surprise you, Sister?”

“I’m not a nun.” You mumbled and his eyes narrowed at that.

“Good, I needed to hear you say it. Doll then.” He calmly spoke. “Don’t mistake it for kindness. It’s general decency. Even we Incubi have certain rules we uphold.” He smirked while looking into your eyes.

“What happens if you break them?” You mumbled, your mouth a bit dry.

At that, he sat back a bit. “The high lords break us.” His tone was matter of fact and you suddenly felt uncomfortable for asking.

Suddenly, your eyes widened slightly as something started curling around your leg. Looking down, you noticed the black shape of his tail, thin and dexterous, slowly snake around your calve, moving up.

“You need to make a decision soon, little one. I won’t stay on this plane forever.”

Hearing him utter those words, you looked up, straight into his eyes. “Okay. To apologise for tricking you.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up as his eyes narrowed smugly, satisfaction radiating from him as he lowered himself over you. “Good.”

With that, he tilted his head and attached his lips to yours.

There was no gentle start as he instantly moved his lips hungrily, his hands landing on your waist and squeezing as he devoured you, leaving you barely able to breathe through your nose even.

A little squeak left you, causing the devil to hum lowly, opening his eyes to gaze at you through half lidded eyes in the kiss.

Breaking apart moments after, his tongue snaked out as he swiped it over the seam of your lips, making your eyes widen as he already moved his head down, burying his face against your throat where he started marking your skin.

“Azalar-“

“So you do remember my name?” The incubus smirked as he spoke against your throat, instantly going back to sucking and biting, all the while your heart skipped a beat in panic.

You said his name, you didn’t think. You’d been so caught up in his touch that you didn’t think before you spoke. “I-“

“Relax. I told you before; I’m not a demon. Nor am I a fae. Names have no hold or use here.” Pulling back from your neck, the devil looked into your eyes. “For someone who’s agreed to have sex for the second time, you’re awfully distrusting.”

“What do you expect?” You countered, looking away to the side, but Azalar was having none of that as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

“I have been nothing but honest in every word I’ve said. My intentions are clear. You’re the only one resorting to trickery.”

“I-It was one thing!” You sputtered, making the creature scoff.

“Honest one out of two times, good job.” As he said that, his hand travelled down and pushed into your crotch.

Squeaking, you snapped your legs shut but the leathery wings on his back unfolded again, the small claws shooting down onto your thighs as he forced them open.

“Stay put now.” There was a mocking tone to his voice, his face lowering back to yours as his unnaturally long tongue crept out again, tracing your jawline. “Let me erase any fear you have for now.”

With those words, he slowly lowered down your body, his hands trailing down your sides where he glid his thumbs underneath your shirt, starting to hike it up.

Exposing your flesh for himself, he hummed as he put his lips on your skin, feeling the softness of your stomach.

“If you value any of these clothes I suggest you take them off before I do.” Growling that out, the devil gently bit at your skin, allowing you to feel the sharper canines he held.

Swallowing, you obeyed and took off your clothes, Azalar pulling back only a little bit to allow you room to do so.

The moment you pulled off your underwear, he placed his clawed hands on your legs, pushing them back down straight on the bed before letting his touch trail up, his fingerpads squeezing and taking every fiber of you in.

“You don’t know what you did to me.” Growling that out, he held the tops of your thighs, squeezing firmly, his sharp nails lightly pressing at your flesh. “We incubi feed off sex.” Breathing, he lowered his head, getting down on his stomach between your legs, his eyes locked with yours. “We need it to survive. To settle our hunger.” Slowly, he moved his hands, slipping them underneath your knees before curling up around the outside and pressing down on top of your thighs, pinning you in a stronger grip.

“Yet you, you left me more hungry than when I came in.”

With those words, he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around your cunt and pushing his tongue through your folds, teasing your clit instantly.

Gasping, you jolted your hips, but his tight grip refused you from moving even an inch. Looking down, your eyes were wide as you watched the devil’s head settle between your legs, his horns menacing and dangerous while his long tongue worked your heat. “F-Fuck-“

Huffing out in amusement, the incubus glanced up at you, his tongue not slowing down as he tasted you, your arousal coating his tastebuds and making him grow heated. He felt his tail swish every time your arousal coated his tongue, his wings twitching, begging to pin you down, feel your warmth. Everything about you made him feral.

“Az-“ You didn’t get any further as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. Gasping out, you weren’t sure whether a moan underlined that or not but your mouth fell open as you felt the slender appendage push its way into your cunt, further and further, your face flushed as you felt how deep it went. You knew his tongue was longer than average, but this was something else entirely.

Watching your reaction closely, Azalar felt his lips twitch before he started thrusting his tongue in and out.

One wing releasing from his back, he placed it on your thigh, keeping it pinned down while his hand was now free to stretch forward, placing itself on your pelvis. His thumb reached down to rest just above your clit and with a little pressure, he pulled the skin back taut, allowing Azalar to slip his tongue in easier.

Moaning out, your hands were gripped tightly in the sheets of your bed, your eyes rolling back as they closed, completely focused on the feeling the incubus was giving you. His tongue, reaching so deep inside you, was pushing into every wall every time he pulled back, only to push back in just the same.

Unable to help yourself, the pleasure was slowly beginning to grow, an orgasm starting to make its way through the back of your mind and to the forefront quicker than you thought possible.

Suddenly, he pulled his tongue out completely and you opened your mouth to whine, only for that to instantly devolve into a moan when he instead wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard.

Crying out at the sharp jolt of pleasure, your hand shot down, latching onto one of his horns, quickly followed by your other hand. For a moment, Azalar stuttered, but then he unwrapped his arm from your thigh, bringing his hand down to push two fingers into your tight cunt.

Squeezing your eyes shut, his continuous sucking on your clit had you a moaning mess, your skin turning hot as a tightening feeling pressed into your abdomen. “A-Azalar, don’t stop-!” You begged, squeezing his horns tight, pulling his face closer to your crotch by them, yet suddenly a moan ripped from the incubus.

Your eyes shooting open in surprise, you looked down to see Azalar staring up at you with a dark look, his lips released from your clit while his fingers continued to softly pump into you. “Careful what you touch, doll.”

Swallowing nervously, you quickly let go of his horns, only for his left wing to shoot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling it back to his horn, making you wrap your hand back around it. “What?”

“You’ve started it now, you can’t let go.” He whispered huskily, his eyes drilling into yours in a way that made you clench around his fingers.

Humming at the feeling, he started to scissor the digits, pumping them in and out of you for a moment before he leaned back down, wrapping his tongue around your clit in a flexibility that made you whimper before he enveloped the bud in his lips again, sucking while his tongue moved, squeezing and rocking your clit gently.

Your back arching, your hand automatically tugged on his horn again, earning a growl from the fiend that sent vibrations bursting into your gut, a heat creeping up your neck as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hips wanting to shift but impossible to thanks to his tight hold.

“Azalar, please!” You begged for release as you looked down, the incubus pushing a third finger into your cunt, still sucking your clit while looking up into your eyes. ‘Cum then.’ He didn’t need to say the command out loud for you to understand.

Panting quickly, all it took was Azalar spreading his fingers inside your walls, rubbing the sensitive flesh before you couldn’t take it. With a sharp moan, your back arched as your orgasm burst loose, your walls contracting spastically around his fingers while he kept sucking your clit, prolonging the feeling and stopping exactly when it started to borderline on overstimulation.

Panting, you came down from your high and slumped, looking down at Azalar and apologetically letting go of his horn that you must have squeezed to death just now.

“Good girl.” The incubus smirked as he pulled back from your clit, his fingers pulling out of you replaced by his tongue as he greedily licked up your cum.

“Fuck, I haven’t orgasmed like that in-“

“I can tell.” Azalar hummed, leaning up. “People don’t treat you right, hm?” He teased as he slowly moved to hover his body over you. “But I didn’t tell you to let go, doll.”

Furrowing your brows for just a second, your eyes then glided up to his horns and you understood, shyly reaching up to take hold of both horns again. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s a good girl.” He grinned, bringing his soaked hand up and licking it clean right in front of your face. “Are you ready for me?”

Looking down, you felt your cheeks burn as you watched the devil, completely uncovered, his erection hard and prominent. Yet, something was different.

While before, his cock was something you’d recognise, now it was completely different. Thicker, an inky black fading to flesh colour just like his other limbs, with what seemed like scaled sections running down, the points of those sections pointed towards the base.

Watching your face, the fiend laughed cruelly, cupping your jaw. “It fit before, it will again.”

“B-But it’s-“

“I figured I could leave behind the alteration spell today. Given you are not a nun, I have no more fear of scaring you away. You let me take you knowing full well what I was before. And now I want to take you naturally.” He growled, leaning his face down and nipping at your jugular. “Agreed? You can trust me. It won’t be that different.”

At his words, your eyes glanced up at him again and you squeaked slightly when you felt him put the head to your entrance.

Swallowing nervously, you then nodded and Azalar hummed lowly in appreciation, starting to push his cock into you.

Your breath hitching, you grit your teeth as you felt the head push inside, followed right by the first section, a foreign feeling yet feeling so similar as he continued to enter.

Panting softly as he felt your walls squeeze him, Azalar stopped halfway in, huffing out a little groan. “You need to relax, doll, otherwise I won’t fit.”

Whimpering, you looked down, already feeling fuller than last week, yet seeing how he was barely halfway in, your body tightened up even more in nervousness, your hold on his horns tightening.

“F…uck-“ Azalar groaned, leaning forward as his hands landed on your hips, lifting you up so that your ass was hovering over the bed. “Stop squeezing so much.” He hissed, putting his forehead to yours, slightly askew so that your noses ran next to each other. “Come on, doll, for me.”

“Sorry, so sorry.” You whispered apologetically, your eyes squeezed shut as you took some loaded breaths, trying to relax your nerves and body.

“I won’t hurt you.”

It wasn’t the words itself that made you shoot your eyes open, instead it was the way he whispered them, pressing a kiss below your eye before moving to the other.

“Let me pleasure you.” He continued, still in a whisper, his hands now massaging your hips, your muscles slowly relaxing, allowing the fiend to slip into you just a little more. “There you go, good girl.” He smiled, pulling back from your face a little bit, only to then press his head forward and push his lips to yours.

Replacing his hands on your hips with his wings, you felt his tail wrap around your leg while his hands travelled up, cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, moving his lips passionately with yours, coaxing your mouth to open so that he could slip his tongue in.

You tasted yourself as he helped himself to every inch, your hands on his horns pulling his face even closer, earning a groan from him, his hips bucking forward, pushing even more of his cock into your tight cunt.

Moaning softly as you felt the otherworldly cock enter you, you couldn’t help but focus on everything about Azalar that wasn’t human, and more importantly, because of the reaction he just gave.

Curious, you squeezed one of his horns again, feeling his left wing that was holding your ass in the air twitch.

Groaning softly as Azalar pushed just a little further in, his lips still attached to yours, you slowly started pumping your hand up and down his horn.

Almost in an immediate reaction, the tail wrapped around your leg tightened while Azalar sunk further into you, his kiss turning sloppy while you sped up, rubbing up and down the one horn.

Unable to stop himself, the incubus moaned as he bucked his hips sharply, pushing the last inch of his cock into your cunt, stuffing you to the brim while you continued to rub the hardened material on his skull.

“Fuck, doll-!” Moaning into the kiss, Azalar grinded down into you, spearing you on his dick as you pumped his sensitive horn, pleasure blooming in his gut.

Finally breaking the kiss, he kept his face pushed to yours, panting into the skin of your cheek while you got him off via his horn.

He didn’t think you’d figure out so quickly those were sensitive.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered and Azalar shot his eyes open, suppressing another groan as he trailed his hands down to squeeze and hold your breasts.

“You’re smarter than you look.” He panted, lifting his face up to look at you, only to gasp softly as you squeezed hard at the base. “Fucking hell!” He bucked his hips again, growling in frustration. He didn’t want to move yet, feeling how tight you were, knowing you weren’t adjusted to his size yet, his cock packed up right against your cervix.

Opening his mouth to speak, all of that went out the window when your other hand joined him on his other horn. Double stimulated, Azalar cursed in a language you hadn’t heard before, his hands gripping your waist with a bruising grip, his cock twitching inside you.

Feeling that, you lowered your intensity, moving to let go, only for Azalar to glare at you. “Don’t you dare let go. Keep going.” It was an order, not a beg and with wide eyes, you bit your lip and nodded.

Stroking his horns, squeezing at the base and tips, Azalar devolved into a groaning mess, trying to keep himself from bucking his hips as his orgasm neared.

“Fuck, keep going-!” He groaned out, nipping and biting at your neck and shoulder, his nails turning more dangerous as well as he squeezed your waist, lightly scratching.

Growling, Azalar couldn’t contain himself, bucking his hips forward harshly as he felt himself about to blow.

“Doll-!!” He moaned as you squeezed at the base of both his horns at the same time, his jaw opening as he sank his teeth into your neck, groaning out lowly as you suddenly felt a hot rush of cum spurt into you.

Gasping at the pain from his bite and the feeling, you whimpered, the incubus wrapping his arms around your waist as he held you close, panting as he rode his orgasm, pumping your insides full with load after load of cum, his growls low through his teeth as he stayed put.

It wasn’t until a full twenty seconds later that he finally seemed to run empty, his hips no longer twitching while he slowly let go of the bite, looking as blood dotted your skin from it.

“That hurt.” You whispered, looking up at him and for a moment, a look of regret washed over his face.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled your name, kissing where he just bit, the flat tip of his tail rubbing apologetically up and down your leg. “You did for me, what I did for you. I got carried away.”

Panting softly, you finally properly let go of his horns, bringing your hands to your chest. “Oh, well I’m glad.” You blushed, looking to the side.

Tutting softly, Azalar reached out, his hand gripping your chin as he turned it to face himself. “No one has ever figured out that my horns hold the same nerves as my cock. No one but you.”

Blushing even harder, you felt Azalar’s wings - which had been holding your lower half aloft this entire time - put you down on the bed, his hips shifting so that he could move with it, still buried to the hilt inside you, plugging up his cum.

“So… that must’ve given you plenty right?”

Tilting his head, Azalar looked at you. “To feed?” You nodded at his question, yet shrunk when the man chuckled. “Oh no, doll. I don’t feed off myself. I feed off of you. And one orgasm definitely isn’t enough. I think I’ve given you plenty of time to recover, hm?” He smugly asked, rolling his hips as he did.

Gasping, only now did you notice he was still just as hard as he was before, his orgasm doing nothing for him.

Almost as if he could read your mind, the incubus lowered his face to yours. “I won’t be spent until I’m satisfied and fed, doll. I can go for a while.”

Biting your lip, Azalar rolled his hips again, testing the waters to see how ready you were, his cock a considerable size thicker and even longer than your first time. Your mouth cutely parted in a gasp and the fiend hummed, folding his wings back to his back as he firmly moved his hands to hold your hips, his thrusts slowly starting up.

Before, you had only felt him enter, yet now, those sections on his cock seemed to actively work to keep him from pulling out, flaring up and dragging over your walls in a way that made all the breath escape your lungs. “O-Oh fuck, Azalar!” You whined, earning a grin from the incubus.

“There we go. You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking of this.” He hummed, properly starting to thrust into you, picking up a comfortable pace.

Smirking down at you, his right hand moved down to where he was stuffed inside you, his wing replacing his hold so that he could keep thrusting.

“Look at you. You’re stretched around me, taking me so well. You were born for this, weren’t you? To take my cock?” He praised, placing his thumb on your clit and expertly starting to rub the little bud.

“N-No, I’m… I’m-!” You tried to form a sentence, looking down at where he was looking too, watching the base of his cock slap into your pelvis over and over while his thumb ignited a fire inside you. “Gods!”

“You worship multiple now?” Azalar grinned, pleasure coursing through his body, your own radiating into him, making his energy spike.

“No-“ You whimpered, whining loudly when he suddenly roughly thrust into you, his pace picking up as he fucked you.

Your poor cunt felt like an overstimulated mess, his cock’s ridges roughly pulling on your walls every time he pulled out, only to feel like he pushed further in than he was before, his thumb stimulating your clit, harshly pressing down one moment, only to be featherlight the next. He was playing with you, in every sense of the word, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

His thrusts turning somewhat slower but hard, Azalar slammed into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every move, his ears twitching at your desperate sounds, his pace perfect as he leaned down and kissed you, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Languidly pumping in and out of you, you were a moaning mess, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, his hair, even his wings, just searching for anything to properly anchor yourself that wasn’t his horns.

Yet Azalar was experiencing wholly different emotions. With his eyes closed, he rocked into you, little grunts leaving him with every slow but deep thrust, your slick coating every part of his member, aiding the back and forth slide the incubus was doing. He was taking in every part he could have you.

He’d never had the same woman twice, it was strange. He’d never wanted to be close to anyone he fed off after the act, so why were you different? Why was it he hadn’t been able to think of anything but fucking you full again since he left you? Why was the squeeze of your walls around his cock so so so much better than anything he’d felt before?

Frustrated by his own emotions and lack of answer to them, Azalar pulled back from the kiss, a whine leaving your throat as he sat up on his haunches, his hands moving to grip the underside of your knees, swiftly pushing them into your chest as he pinned you there, quickly pushing what had slipped out of his cock back in.

“You’re my pretty little plaything. My doll.” He hummed, starting his pace back up, a little faster now as he hit deeper at this different angle, your breath hitching as his cock rubbed against your g-spot.

“W-Wait-“ You moaned, your hands holding onto his shoulders in your desperation, your poor cunt feeling battered from his harsh thrusts.

Raising an eyebrow, Azalar grunted as he thrust into you before stopping, your eyes widening as he looked down at you, his thumb still rolling over your clit. “Yes, doll?”

“No, I didn’t mean-“

“I bet you didn’t.” The incubus smirked, grabbing your hands with his free one and pinning them above your head while his wings held your legs to your chest. “I can feel how tight you clench around me, how much you want this. You want to cum, don’t you?” He hummed, his thumb ever present, stimulating your poor clit.

“Y-Yes! I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” You begged, earning a little groan from Azalar as he rocked his hips.

“Good girl.” Sighing softly, he started his thrusts back up, beginning slow yet rapidly losing himself as he sped up, his eyes closed as he solely focused on your body. “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned.

You yourself weren’t doing any better, struggling to not squirm while he pinned every part of you, leaving you vulnerable. Something about having a literal devil on top of you, using every part of his body to pin you down and overpower you, to please you, it worked to make your cunt drip.

Panting, his chest rising up and down rapidly, the incubus looked down, groaning at the frothy ring around his cock, the evidence of his and your arousal visible and slick, causing him to pump his hips harder.

“Shit, you better cum soon, doll.” He groaned, doubling his efforts on your clit, feeling how every thrust into your cunt made your sensitivity grow, the heat pooling in your abdomen flaring.

“I’m close.” You nodded, looking up at him, his body pristine and perfect, not a drop of sweat on him while you yourself felt like a mess, his cock dragging through your walls, claiming you in and out as you lay there, folded in half by the powerful being on top of you.

“Cum for me.” Growling your name, Azalar pounded into you, chasing his own high while he pressed down on your clit, sensing your orgasm.

“Fuck!” Moaning out, you arched your back, feeling yourself teeter on the edge before one final thrust sent you over, a moan ripping from your throat as your cunt clenched around the large intrusion, trying to milk the incubus for all he was worth as you came.

“There we go, that’s it…” Muttering to himself, Azalar panted as he continued thrusting, the squeeze of your pussy making him want to shake as he slammed into you once, twice more before stilling, moaning low as his orgasm washed over him.

Keeping you pinned in the mating press, Azalar pumped you full of his cum for the second time, groaning deep within his throat as he did, feeling his balls empty inside you once more, his orgasmic haze only amplified by the energy and sustenance he got from yours, leaving him in a trance as he painted your walls white.

You’d never felt so full as Azalar filled you up, his previously load packed deep within you already, his second, seeming even bigger than the first as spurt after spurt of seed entered you.

“Azalar, it’s too much.” You whined, shaking your head as you wiggled to try and get free, but the incubus growled, his hand pinning your wrists tightening while his wings were unforgiving, keeping you pinned until he’d finish filling you up.

“Take it. I know you can.” His eyes were dark as he rocked his hips, filling you with the last of his seed, the excess already spilling out even with him still buried to the hilt inside you.

A panting mess, finally, Azalar seemed to let up, his wings pulling away and folding back onto his back, allowing you to lower your legs while he also released your wrists, a deep breath leaving him.

“You did well, doll.” He spoke, running the back of his knuckles gently down your temple. With a little tug, he slowly started pulling out, a whine leaving you as the ridges on his cock resisted, right up until he popped out. “You remember the deal?”

Looking up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired, you frowned in confusion. In return, Azalar huffed, reaching down and collecting some of the cum that was starting to leak down. “Keep this inside you.” He spoke while pushing his finger into you, pushing the cum back in.

Ah…” You whined softly as you closed your eyes, shifting your hips and Azalar smirked, leaning over your body.

“See you around, doll.”

Snapping your eyes open, you were already too late as he was gone, a residual feeling of him pulling his finger free from your cunt the only thing you were left with, apart from your marked and soiled body.

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[bumpen-underbeds]

Unlike the other aides in the castle grounds, you are not some noble family's child or a minor noble yourself, just a commoner that had rolled the dice and managed to get one good outcome in your life.

Until now.

The watch captain you served was retiring, and the guards he oversaw were being folded into other units day by day, men you'd grown to know quite well are saying goodbye with every new sunrise. This wasn't surprising with the new Lord Marshal coming into office soon, a young Lord Nabil if you understand correctly. However, with each departure your role becomes less and less needed, the other watch captains already have aides helping them or running their missives through the castle grounds, and so, you find your work thinning to the barest of duties quite swiftly.

On what was beginning to feel like your last useful day in the castle you stumbled on a transfer request hidden under empty pages on your small desk, your watch captain's signature on the bottom, and a note from him telling you that he had already arranged for you to be moved to another unit, well before he announced his retirement.

Your old captain was a good man after all.

The new unit you were being assigned too was in the treasury guard, under the Lord Commander Adir. You would not work for the commander himself but as an aide to one of the treasury guard's sub units, a mixed group of Angelkin and Demonspawn that tended to do the more heavy lifting of the treasury guard than the usual vault prowling and coin shifting that the main branches did. More specifically you would be answering to a knight captain by the name Vetra, one of the angelkin if your old watch captains note was correct.

Stepping into the units quarters is strange, no longer are you in the true castle grounds, but more the edges and outer perimeter of the sprawling area that the capital calls the castle. There are horned and winged people everywhere, aides running with equipment like squires and even what you think is a gargoyle in the corner of the barracks room you stand in, but none of this matters as you rush past them all, looking for the room you have been told to report too.

Finally finding the right door you knock, waiting for the approval to enter before opening the heavy latch and slipping inside. You'd expect an office or small working area not personal quarters, when you look up your greeted with what must be Vetras bare back, their broad shoulders and strong back on full display as their wings settle into a more comfortable position, introducing yourself as you step forward you hadn't been prepared for the sight that would greet you as your new captain turns to look at you.

She's breathtaking, eyes like silver, and the thick braid of copper hair hangs across her bare chest.

It's hard not to stare as you take her in, mouth slightly parted and hand still halfway outstretched as you unintentionally rake your eyes over her form. There are countless scars and burn marks across her waist, collarbones, and even one that curves up her chin and across her cheek, but these hardly seem to change the fact that she is like sunlight after a dark winter. It's only when you look at her again that you realise that she is in fact half naked as well, the wide legged linen pants and a wide belt the only clothes she wears, flustering quickly you turn away and apologise, covering your eyes as you stumble through apologise for your improper behaviour.

Your role under this new Knight Captain may be harder than you'd thought, especially as the sight of her is burned into your mind even well after she is fully dressed and finished laughing at the response you'd had to seeing her half naked.

Already, she is calling you some kind of pet name, clapping you on the shoulder as she passes and coos into your ear.

'Come on Tibu, it's time to introduce you to the rest of the knights...'

[monstrumscriptorium]

📁 ARCHIVE : #003 — Copie Conforme 🍆 Partie 3 CRÉATURE : Orc

La partie 1 est par ici (Trigger warning : Masturbation féminine et masculine) et la 2 par la !

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La stratégie était simple : pour calmer les ardeurs de la copine entremetteuse une bonne fois pour toutes, nous devions filer le parfait amour le temps d'une soirée. Nous avions longuement discuté de la meilleure façon d'être crédibles sans pour autant savoir quelles limites ne pas franchir, du moins de son côté. Au fur et à mesure que notre plan s'étoffait, mon esprit réfléchissait à la meilleure manière d'utiliser cette opportunité à son maximum pour la conquérir.

Deux heures plus tard, la comédie commençait pour de bon. Attablé dans la pénombre surchauffée du bar, je me retrouvais cerné par ma coloc et ses deux amies. Au départ, l'atmosphère était étrange, notre duo cherchait encore ses marques, et le plan de ses amies venait de tomber à l'eau, les faisant hésiter entre déception et plaisir. Mieux valait mettre un terme à ce flottement le plus rapidement possible pour s'assurer de passer une bonne soirée. Bon, le fait que j'aie surpris le manège de plusieurs types aux alentours qui dévisageaient le trio avec une insistance déplacée a grandement accéléré mon envie d'agir, mais elles n'avaient pas besoin de le savoir !

C'est donc d'un mouvement fluide et affirmé que j'ai attrapé ma coloc par la taille pour la tirer contre moi et l'asseoir d'autorité sur mes genoux. Ma main s'est ancrée fermement sur sa hanche, la calant contre mon torse. Prise au dépourvu, elle a réagi d'instinct en enroulant son bras autour de mes épaules, comme si j'avais pu être capable de la faire basculer… Puis, se rappelant notre objectif, elle se détendit et, du bout des doigts, commença à taquiner distraitement la naissance de mon cou et le haut de mon oreille pointue. Un frisson d'une intensité folle m'a traversé l'échine. J'adorais ça. J'adorais la simplicité avec laquelle elle s'était adaptée et fondue dans son rôle de petite amie. Et si mon plan suivait son cours, ce titre deviendrait bientôt la réalité !

La soirée a suivi son cours. Les filles enchaînaient les verres et allaient danser, tandis que je restais assis à profiter du spectacle. La voir se détendre et rire me plaisait énormément, mais ce qui me comblait d'une satisfaction purement primaire, c'était de constater que ma seule présence dissuadait n'importe quel homme de l'approcher.

À un moment de la nuit, une femme a tenté sa chance en venant m'aborder. L'audace de la démarche m'a plu, mais ce qui m'a ravi au plus haut point, c'est de voir ma coloc abandonner la piste de danse pour revenir en trombe. Sans hésiter, elle s'est immiscée entre nous pour retrouver sa place sur mes genoux et ainsi marquer son territoire. Une pointe de jalousie et de possessivité taquina mes narines tout en réchauffant ma poitrine. Pouvais-je me dire que derrière notre mensonge existait une part d'elle ressentant vraiment ce besoin d'être sienne ? Si elle se permettait d'être plus honnête envers ses besoins et moins réservée, nous aurions pu passer directement au meilleur moment de notre relation… Mais je m'étais promis d'aller à son rythme, alors mon nez seul profiterait pour l'instant de tout ce qu'elle avait à offrir.

Vers minuit, j'ai préféré couper court et prendre un taxi en constatant autant sa fatigue que son ivresse avancée. Et une fois dans sa chambre, je l'ai aidée alors qu'elle luttait avec la fermeture éclair de sa robe. Quand le tissu a glissé au sol, je lui ai passé un de mes t-shirts comme pyjama de fortune (la mienne surtout !). Mais au moment où je m'apprêtais à partir dans ma chambre, sa main s'est accrochée à la mienne.

— Reste… murmura-t-elle, bien nichée sous les draps.

Je me suis installé sans réfléchir, la pénombre et la fatigue ayant dissipé les moindres barrières entre nous. On a discuté à voix basse pendant quelques minutes, puis sans vraiment savoir pourquoi, mes désirs m'ont rattrapé.

— Tu sais… Si on avait été sobres et un vrai couple, je t'aurais faite jouir pour clôturer cette journée en apothéose.

Elle a éclaté d'un rire doux, quoique légèrement embrumé.

— Je sais que tu m'aurais faite jouir comme jamais… murmura-t-elle en commençant à se pelotonner contre mon torse.

Sa réponse directe m'a totalement pris de court. Mais c'est ce qui a suivi qui m'a figé sur place. Déjà à moitié endormie, la tête nichée contre mon épaule, elle a ajouté dans un souffle :

— J'aurais bien voulu que tu m'embrasses ce soir, pour savoir si ce serait aussi agréable que…

Rattrapée par la fatigue et la sécurité de mes bras, elle s'était endormie en laissant sa phrase en suspens. J'aurais voulu en savoir plus. J'aurais voulu que ce moment dure plus longtemps pour qu'elle me dise elle-même la meilleure manière de la conquérir.

A la place, je l'ai observée un instant alors qu'un mélange de tendresse et de désir me submergeait. Doucement, je déposai un baiser sur son front, avant de laisser échapper un long soupir résigné. La proximité de son corps, l'odeur de sa peau et le souvenir de ses doigts sur moi ont fini par avoir raison de mon self-contrôle. Je bandais.

J'avais joué les gardiens et le faux petit ami parfait toute la soirée, j'estimais donc avoir mérité une petite récompense. Je l'ai serrée un peu plus fort contre moi, calant ses fesses contre mon érection avant de sombrer à mon tour dans le sommeil avec la certitude que demain matin allait être mémorable.

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La boîte de réception du Scriptorium est grande ouverte... Oserez-vous y glisser vos confessions, vos désirs interdits, ou le genre de monstre que vous rêvez de voir surgir de l'ombre ?

[ihateincubi]

incubus summoned as a cuddle buddy

a/n: this is taken from my old blog that i deleted. hi

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imagine summoning an incubus by pure accident. your sheer loneliness enough of a nanifestation for him to appear on your room one night while you're clutching your pillow vertically, trying to pretend that it's offering you the company of another soul

he's massive, honestly tall, looming, and just your exact type. he can be gruff, dark, shadowy or soft, gentle, and friendly, maybe something entirely different. all in all he just has a certain cockiness to him. as do most incubi

you're clutchina your pillow still, trying to lull yourself to sleep when you feel someone - something - poke at you

you jolt in fear only to be met with a face ight in front of you, a very attractive face grinning "boo~"

you're about to scream when he puts his hand over your mouth and shushes you

"shhhh, shh shh shh... 'm not gonna hurt you"

he pulls back, the hand that was on you mouth leaving but not before extending a finger to boop! your nose, chuckling

"your sheer loneliness summoned me..." he started, then smirked "whatcha got in mind for me?"

you looked at him, really looked at him. he was gorgeous, everything you could want in a fantasy, sinfully perfect. so many things to do with such a beautiful thing...

so, naturally, you pounced on him, and he laid down. he knows where this is going, he's been through this thousands of ti-

he stills

your head was on his chest (that was barely covered, be it by an unbuttoned dress shirt or a very low-cut tee or something else), arms wrapped around his large torso, nuzzling up to him

his arm that was midway in the air gently comes down on your back, hand rubbing there

"what? that's it?" he asks, his words playfully mocking as he gives a challenging smile

nothing from you, just pure happiness as your touch-starved self melts into the large demon, ignoring any possible danger, he just was soooo cuddly....

for an incubus, he was pretty fun to cuddle and hug. it was a shame, really. he had allat just for him to be used for hedonistic desires when...okay honestly you got that. but also he's so huggable

SO huggable that you just latched on to him and ended up falling asleep atop him, having the best sleep you could remember

the incubus found it endearing, you could've been drooling in your sleep and he would've found it endearing. normally he would've icked it off but he's trying to be good for you this is a platonic thing, he thinks

it could be platonic, romantic, secret third option, you just wanted to be held and this arge demon man fulfilled it

so when you woke up with his chest under you and arms over your chest, you were overjoyed he stayed, and he just might stay for the future

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reblogs appreciated, requests open for absolutely anything (mostly fluff pls..) im rlly bored and appreciate any req. tysm

[bumpen-underbeds]

She'd given you access to her PC to play the Sims, and you'd stumbled out of the game and into the folders of her PC.

Just to install some mods you'd thought, not snooping or peaking where you shouldn't...

Not at all.

But now here you are, staring at a folder full of videos of women who all look like you in some way shape or form getting fucked, fingered, strapped, or eaten out for different lengths and style of video. Your face heats as you sit, staring at the thumbnails, some have your hair colour and style, others have similar builds, a few are the same height and body shape too, but every single one of them is in some way, shape, or from related back to you.

You jump when she appears behind you, heavy clawed hands coming to wrap around your shoulders as she leans over the back rest of her chair, muzzle resting perfectly level for her to mutter to you softly.

"Click on that one-" she points towards a video of a woman that looks like you getting fucked by a knotted dildo toy, "-Its a favourite of mine, makes me think of what you'd look like if I made you bounce on my lap like that."

The moment you go to look away she's gabbing your face, guiding you back to looking at the screen and cooing at you, soft words of encouragement mixed with filth about the videos she gets you to click into. Had she scented anything but the slow, pooling of arousal from you she'd have stopped, but with each click, each growled sentence, all she caught was another thick curl of that heady scent, the same one shed huffed on your laundry whenever she had a day off.

She could tell you were loving it, the whines, the squirming on her desk chair.

Clicking into another video she sighs, nuzzling into your neck as she sees how your thighs clench, "Look at how happy that wolf looks... Could find joy like that right here, right now, won't you be a sweet girl and let me find happiness?" Spinning the chair around, her smile is all fangs as she lets the moans and whines of the video play from her PC speakers.

It's only a short stumble from the desk to her bed, and it takes seconds to have you naked like you should have been from the start.

Thank god she moved that folder into the open directory, who knows how long she'd have been able to hold out if she hadn't...

[mossenmoth]

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Eat food from the underworld, get stuck there. Name a shifter, get a mate.

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You'd taken in three....overgrown, hairless ferrets?- that are also blue. You'd made protests, half-hearted but made all the same, as the tube-ish creatures followed you back from the park, chirping in unison indignation when you made a shoo-ing motion. They proceeded to rush through your front door and make themselves comfortable on individual cushions of your couch.

   It only took a few hours to be certain of a few things.

   The creatures shared a singular braincell. What one did, they all did. They slept at once, crowded a singular bowl at a time- you set three out for every meal- and when you walk around your home it's to the chorus of twelve paws padding after you. That is if they aren't flying.

While surprisingly dense, the creatures floated around your home forcing you to permanently shut off your ceiling fans and lock away breakables as a precaution.

   A month of the creatures sharing your home and bed had passed before you made your final realization. While you are typically a heavy sleeper, the slide of a thick arm over your waist followed by being eased back into a solid, warm chest wakes you with a start.

   Flinging away in a mess of sheets and kicking limbs, you land in heap on the floor, only finally making a sound around the scream lodged in your throat after you've hit the hardwood. Popping up from the floor you reach for the closest weapon, a heavy cane you leave near the nightstand. In rumpled pajamas, hair a nest, you stand atop your blankets with your chest heaving and eyes wild. In your bed sits your three boys looking back with dimly glowing eyes.

   "Oh no. No, no. Change back!" You wave the end of the cane in their direction refusing to fall for the cute little head tilts. They chirp and paw at the air for several long moments before finally giving up the ruse.

   In the blink an eye the three creatures merge into a singular blue, naked shifter. He has the grace to look apologetic, ruined by him using your pillow to cover his stiff, leaking cock. Every occurrence of changing and bathing with six eyes trained in your direction flits through your mind and you hold the cane more threateningly as your cheeks flame. "Explain yourself!"

   "I'm sorry," he says instead, voice much deeper than the chirps your used to, "I didn't mean to wake you." You whack the hand slowly reaching for your weapon, the metal handle earning you a yelp and a calculating look you were familiar seeing those yellow eyes crinkle into.

   You scream when he lunges for you and, despite your blanket heap, you skirt the initial move, but he's quick. The shifter collects you in one wide hand, the other wrestling the cane from your grasp. "I can't nibble but you can hit? Bad girl." The brush of his breath along your neck has you stiffening and low in your belly warming. The whisper of his warm lips draws a whine. "I chose you when I followed you home. You chose me when you named me."

   It didn't matter that you were tricked, thinking you were naming a pet, the magic worked all the same tying you together as mates. Mav, Air, and Ick are now Maverick.

   You grumble incessantly about being tricked, mainly due to your new bound mate being so devoted to making up for the scheme he could find no shame in with his flat nose pressed to your clit and his tongue circling your wet cunt. You relished in the shame his amused chuckle brought as you whine and try pressing down deeper on the tail in your tightest ring.

[jujutsuuukisen6]

Free Use City P!Links: NCNL Monsters

Come take an inside look at these Twitter links with the men of the FUC series ‘New City, New Life.’ Ft. Their style of fucking || afab!reader || mdni

a/n: I’d also like to thank you guys for helping me reach such an insane milestone. I wanted to do this as a celebration for you all as well!

Hot Neighbor Wolf Hybrid

ft. rough sex, face sitting, oral (f!receiving), masturbation, marathon sex, breeding, outdoor sex, knotting

Chasing you down, Sleepovers at his place, Domestic mornings, How he plays with you during his ruts, Being a good pup and licking you up, Running into each other after taking out the trash, Walking past the open window in your pretty lingerie enough times before he snaps, When he’s eager to get that knot inside you

Sexy Orc Friend

ft. car sex, oral (f!receiving), rough sex, size k!!nk, sloppy sex, fingering, creampie, teasing

Reimagining of your first time together , He’s cocky about his skills and not afraid to show it, Wait till he gets you alone and see what he can really do, No matter how big you are he’s always bigger, Loves seeing you so responsive for him, Passenger Princess treatment , Nothing better than seeing you drip, Trying to tease you but ending up too desperate

Minotaur Boss

ft. light breath play, oral (m!receiving), spanking, fingering, standing up sex, creampie, cowgirl, squirting

Encouragement for getting your work done, What he means when he needs help in the office , Red is his favorite color on you , He likes to see how sensitive you can get, A multitasking King, Putting everything where it belongs (stuffed inside you), When he’s too busy you can do what you want with him, He can cause a mess as much as he can clean them up

Dragon Headhunter

ft. teasing, edging, sex toys, bondage, rough sex, fingering, orgasm control, oral (f!receiving), public sex, hand/blowjob, multiple orgasms

Being an asshole about teasing you bc he can, He doesn’t care how much you whine but loves you vocal, Demanding you finish again even when you think you can’t , Seeing how twitchy and fucked out he can get you just to laugh , How he gets you begging before he’s even really started , High risk and high reward, It’s hard to admit how much you want him but he knows, He may be a Dragon but he’s the one riding you tonight

Secretary Bunny Hybrid

ft. teasing, oral (f!receiving), squirting, lingerie play, orgasm control, spanking, pussy slapping, dry humping, roleplay,

Torturing you by making you tease yourself , His instincts often take over with the need to burrow and make a home where you’re most warm, He likes to buy you pretty things so he can ruin them and you, Nothing feels sweeter than your release, When your bad he has to find unique forms of punishment , Nothing beats his after work cuddles, He goes feral when you dress up for him

[monstersflashlight]

Pollinating you

Summary: Devoted gardener needs to help pollinate their monstrous plants. You only need to be the vector… how hard can that be? By the end, you are soaked inside and out in pollen, filled plant secretions… But your plant-monster boyfriend still wants a turn.

Plant-monster x fem!reader || tentacles (vines), sex pollen, dub-con, sharing is caring (?), edging, overstimulation

It all starts very simply. You are doing some chores around the house while your plant-monster boyfriend is taking care of the garden, like he always does. He has a special connection to the earth and you are pretty much forbidden from attempting to take care of the plants. He will do everything by himself so you can enjoy the simple joy of going out and watching him work… all sweaty and wooden-hard. It’s one of your favorite pastimes, really.

But today you are busy, so you are inside doing your own thing when he calls out to you: “Love, I need some help in the garden!” His voice carries across the house, and you drop what you are doing (not interested in laundry anymore) to go search for him.

He’s leaning against the backyard door, smiling and looking so handsome you want to fall to your knees and worship his cock right there. But curiosity is stronger than your need for cock. “Help with the garden? What? Me? Are you serious?”

He nods frantically, his smile only growing wider, brighter. “Yes, you. Come, come, the plants are waiting.” He gestures for you to follow him, opening the door and stepping out.

“What do you mea-?” Your voice cuts off when you get out the back door and see whatever is happening in the garden.

...

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[monstrumscriptorium]

📁 ARCHIVE : #005 — Un sauvetage au poil 🐁

CRÉATURE : hybride chat

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Dans l'équipe, tout le monde savait que Bastien était trop gentil pour son propre bien. En tant qu’hybride chat, il avait ce mélange de fierté et d’efficacité (couplé à de petites manies adorables comme le fait que ses oreilles pointues s’agitaient dès qu’il était concentré sur quelque chose qui le passionnait). Le problème, c’était notre collègue Amélie, fraîchement arrivée d’un autre service. Elle avait développé un crush plutôt malsain pour lui et refusait d'accepter qu'il n'ait absolument aucune envie de répondre à ses avances.

Le pire ?

Bastien avait déjà écopé d'un blâme injuste à cause du stress pour "comportement agressif" parce qu’il avait feulé pour qu'on le laisse tranquille. En tant que créature, la hiérarchie quasiment uniquement humaine ne lui laissait plus le droit à l'erreur. Ce qui l’obligeait à subir en silence pour ne pas perdre son travail. Beaucoup préféraient rester en dehors du problème, sauf que si j’étais dans sa situation, j’aurais vraiment apprécié avoir le moindre soutien de mes autres collègues. Alors j’ai commencé à m’interposer petit à petit, et voir son soulagement quand je parvenais à détourner son attention faisait partie de mes meilleurs moments de la journée ! 

Mais ce vendredi après-midi, Amélie avait décidé de passer à la vitesse supérieure. Elle s’était postée derrière son bureau, gloussant de manière insupportable en essayant de le toucher. Ses oreilles étaient complètement rabattues sur son crâne, sa queue rousse s'agitant nerveusement contre son siège. Si elle continuait à ce rythme, tout portait à croire que ça finirait mal. Et pas pour la bonne personne… 

J’essayai une première fois de m’interposer en prétextant la signature d’un document urgent. Elle m'ignora. Je tentai ensuite de faire sonner le téléphone de son bureau pour l’obliger à retourner dans sa zone. Mais rien à faire, elle ne voulait pas lâcher l'affaire. À court d'idées, et voyant Bastien atteindre dangereusement ses limites, je pris une décision impulsive.

— Amélie, s'il te plaît, tu déranges tout le monde là, lançai-je d'une voix forte pour prendre tout le monde à partie. Et tu sais quoi, si tu refuses d’accepter qu’il n’est pas intéressé par toi peut-être que ça, ça va te le faire comprendre !

Avant qu'elle ne puisse répliquer, je me faufilai entre elle et Bastien posa mes mains sur ses joues, sentant par la même occasion la douceur de son pelage le long de ses pommettes, et l’embrassa. Sa réaction fut immédiate. il se figea, ses oreilles se dressèrent d'un coup sec, et un bruit incroyable commença à résonner. Un ronronnement.

Un ronronnement si puissant qu'il prit tout le monde au dépourvu ! Il profita alors de ces quelques secondes de sidération pour bondir et m’attraper par la taille pour me plaquer contre lui en approfondissant le baiser avec une ferveur que je ne lui connaissais pas. Le bruit d'une tasse qui se brise sur le sol nous signala le départ rageur d'Amélie. C'était donc le moment idéal pour reculer et m’excuser. Réalisant ce que je venais de faire, je sentis le rouge me monter aux joues. Les yeux noisette de Bastien étaient immenses, ses pupilles cette fois totalement dilatées d'une excitation pure, scrutant le moindre de mes mouvements.

— Je suis vraiment désolée d'avoir dû en arriver là. Je ne voulais pas te forcer la main, c'était juste pour qu'elle comprenne enfin et qu'elle te foute la paix…

Il laissa échapper un petit miaulement de protestation, un sourire absolument ravi étirant ses lèvres. Sa queue s'enroula joyeusement autour de mon poignet alors qu’il murmura :

— Ne t'excuse surtout pas y/n ! En vrai… je crois que c’est la meilleure chose qui me soit arrivée depuis longtemps. Si ce genre de chose devait se reproduire, tu peux recommencer quand tu veux ! 

Maintenant que son problème était résolu et qu'il n'avait plus cette épée de Damoclès au-dessus de la tête, une nouvelle facette beaucoup plus joueuse de Bastien venait de m'apparaître. Sauf que je ne compris pas tout de suite que chez son espèce, le jeu est intimement lié à l'instinct de prédateur. Mon comportement de ces derniers jours semblait répondre parfaitement à cette partie de lui qui pouvait enfin pleinement s’exprimer. 

La souris avait-elle changé de visage ou devais-je m’attendre à voir le comportement de mon collègue évoluer ?

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[baronne-buhdussy]

What a shame, being sentenced to being ate out as a sacrifice for the strong, tall, gorgeous Harpy...

Not-tumblr-safe-version on Ao3

[monstrumscriptorium]

📁 ARCHIVE : #006 — Prise au Mot 🍾

CRÉATURE : hybride araignée

⚠️ Trigger warning : discussion à caractére sexuelle, y/n à l'alcool festif

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Le voyage à Londres avait commencé comme une simple escapade entre copines, mais après quatre happy hours, j’avais la tête dans le coltar et l’audace bien trop facile… Mes amies s’étaient arrêtées pour prendre des photos près des grilles du palais, me laissant divaguer seule jusqu’à ce garde.

Il était immense. Un soldat en uniforme d'apparat rouge, le visage partiellement dissimulé par un masque ne laissant apparaître que le haut de son nez et ses yeux. Trois paires d'yeux, soit dit en passant !

Il était parfaitement immobile, semblable à une statue malgré la foule autour de lui. Réchauffée par l’alcool, je m’avançai vers lui. Ignorant royalement la distance réglementaire et hissée sur la pointe des pieds, j'approchai mes lèvres de son col, faute de pouvoir atteindre son oreille.

— J’aimerais tellement que tu me plaques contre ce mur et que tu me baises sans te préoccuper des autres… murmurai-je d’une voix pâteuse. Je parie que t’as une grosse queue d'ailleurs. J’adorerais te sucer alors que tu n'as pas le droit de bouger pendant ton service…

Pas une réaction. Pas un cillement. Rien.

— Désolé. J'suis vraiment bourrée... Pardon !

Un peu honteuse d'avoir été aussi vulgaire avec un parfait inconnu qui faisait juste son travail, je reculai en riant nerveusement. Mes amies m'appelèrent depuis le bout de la rue, criant qu'il fallait qu'on se dépêche si on voulait avoir une table au club branché du centre-ville, avant que ce soit complet. Je les rejoignis en courant, persuadée que ce moment idiot resterait derrière moi.

Ce que j'ignorais, c'est que Simon avait enregistré toutes les informations importantes me concernant. Mon nom, celui du bar, mais surtout mes idées murmurées qu'il adorerait peaufiner avec moi.

Deux heures plus tard, j'avais fini par dessoûler grâce à de grands verres d'eau et la chaleur étouffante de la piste de danse. C'est alors que je l'ai senti. Une présence massive, qui s'est faufilée derrière moi sans un bruit alors que les musiciens s'accordaient une petite pause.

Je me retournai et glapis de surprise. C'était lui. Le soldat en uniforme. Qui, même en tenue civile, restait impressionnant. Était-ce l'effet du masque ou seulement de sa carrure ?

— Tu étais beaucoup plus courageuse tout à l'heure, Y/n.

Je sentis le rouge me monter instantanément aux joues, le souvenir de mon comportement déplacé me revenant en pleine face.

— Oh mon dieu... Je suis tellement désolée ! balbutiai-je en reculant d'un pas, les mains levées. J'avais beaucoup trop bu, c'était super déplacé de ma part, je te jure que je ne voulais pas…

Simon laissa échapper un rire étouffé. Amusé par ma réaction, il fit un pas en avant. C'est alors que je remarquai que son t-shirt laissait entrevoir une seconde paire de bras plus bas sur ses côtes. Légèrement plus fins mais tout aussi musclés, ils étaient repliés contre son ventre.

Une de ses mains principales se posa alors sur ma hanche tandis qu'une de ses mains secondaires venait frôler délicatement mon autre flanc, m'enveloppant à moitié.

— Ne t'excuse pas, c'était très distrayant.

Je le regardai interloquée, avant qu'un sourire ne vienne détendre mes lèvres. Après tout, j'étais là pour quatre jours avec comme seul objectif de m'amuser, et il s'avérait être un hybride absolument fascinant et sexy. Ses attributs monstrueux, loin de me faire fuir, éveillaient curiosité et envie chez moi.

— Eh bien… Puisque la situation t'amuse, tu m'accordes cette danse ? risquai-je en posant mes mains sur ses avant-bras, tandis que je réprimais un frisson en le sentant me rapprocher de lui inconsciemment.

— Avec plaisir, murmura-t-il.

Je me laissai porter par le rythme, alors que Simon guidait mes mouvements avec une assurance tranquille. Ses mains m'exploraient par à-coups, caressant mon dos, mes fesses, descendant lentement le long de mes cuisses pour tester mes réactions. Je profitais pleinement de la soirée, grisée par cette proximité inattendue, mais tellement facile avec lui.

Simon savourait chaque seconde. Il ne perdait pas une miette de mes frissons, de la façon dont ma peau réagissait à son contact. Précipiter les choses était inutile, seule importait l'envie d'en avoir plus. Il voulait que la tension devienne si insupportable que ce soit moi qui le supplie de faire de mes pensées lubriques alcoolisées une réalité.

— Je pourrais te ramener jusqu'à ta chambre d'hôtel, murmura-t-il, sa voix frôlant mon oreille. Je t’allongerais sur ton lit encore totalement habillée. Je t’écarterais les cuisses et les maintiendrais ouvertes jusqu'à avoir décidé dans quel ordre te dévorer et avoir reçu une nouvelle fois ton accord. Tu gémirais alors mon nom jusqu’à perdre ta voix.

— Et si je dis non ? demandai-je, taquine.

Simon ricana doucement en effleurant ma joue du bout de ses doigts.

— Tu ne diras pas non. Pas après que je t’aurai préparé à en détremper tes sous-vêtements. Tu me supplieras, Y/n.

Il me serra plus fort contre lui, ajoutant juste au creux de mon oreille :

— Tu repars dans trois jours, n’est-ce pas ? Ça devrait nous laisser amplement le temps de donner vie à tes envies, et plus encore. Qu'est-ce que tu en dis, ma jolie ?

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[ilustrariane]

Drawings from three sessions of Draw With Patrons, i make monthly in my Patreon! it's always super fun honestly!!! i use Magma, btw.

What do you think?

[cylunny]

It's yall's husband again : )C

[monstrumscriptorium]

📁 ARCHIVE : #003 — L'allégeance 🩸

CRÉATURE : dieu mineur

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Travailler dehors entouré de verdure semi-sauvage aurait pu être idyllique, si je n’étais pas en train de m'esquinter le dos depuis trois jours. Aider ma tante à défricher son nouveau jardin, à l'abandon depuis des mois, commençait vraiment à se faire grignoter par la forêt voisine. Ce qui devenait un véritable calvaire à nettoyer. Entre les orties à plusieurs embranchements et les ronces qui s'accrochaient à mes vêtements, je commençais à saturer et regretter d’avoir proposé de l’aider…

Et alors que je m'attaquais à un tas de gravats moussus près de la lisière des bois, je tombai sur quelque chose d’étrange. Une sorte de petite maison minimaliste en pierre calcaire d’une trentaine de centimètres de haut, qui avait dû être richement sculptée mais dont la majorité n’avait pas survécu aux aléas du temps. Tout portait à croire que j’avais trouvé ce qui avait dû être un autel païen abandonné.

Intriguée, je cherchai à le nettoyer grossièrement d’un revers de main. Et c'est là qu'un morceau de ronce dissimulée me griffa le poignet juste au-dessus du gant.

Épuisée et clairement à bout de nerfs, je me retins de faire valser ma trouvaille dans les broussailles et préféra lécher ma blessure pour éviter de mettre du sang partout. 

— Franchement, j'aimerais bien que la chance tourne un peu en ma faveur là, c’est trop demandé ?!

Je l'ignorais alors, mais je venais de sceller un pacte. Mon sang et ma complainte avaient réveillé un ancien dieu mineur.

Le changement s'opéra par petites touches subtiles, insignifiantes ou presque par elles-mêmes, mais qui, mises bout à bout, montraient que tout pouvait devenir possible…

Le lendemain, en garant la voiture sur le parking du supermarché local, je tombai sur un billet de cinq euros qui m'attendait sagement, coincé sous la roue d’un des chariots. Deux jours plus tard, en déplaçant le vieux salon de jardin rouillé pour nettoyer le dessous, je vis briller quelque chose dans l'herbe : une bague ancienne en argent ciselé, ornée d'une pierre naturelle semi-précieuse. Même ma tante pouvait voir que quelque chose se tramait vu que ses plantes, survivant plus qu’autre chose d’habitude, gagnaient en vitalité et en beauté. La chance avait tourné en notre faveur !

Une semaine venait de passer et je m’étais installé sur les marches du porche derrière la maison pour profiter de la fraîcheur de la nuit. C’était agréable (et surtout valorisant !) de voir le travail effectué, mais rapidement un silence étrange s'installa. Puis une sorte de brume sombre, presque vaporeuse, commença à ramper depuis la lisière des bois, englobant le jardin à une vitesse irréelle.

Arrivé à mi-chemin de la maison, une silhouette émergea de l'obscurité.

La peau de la créature qui s'avançait vers moi avait le reflet de l'onyx poli, et sur sa tête, une couronne tressée de lierre sombre rappelait les représentations païennes visibles au musée local. Il portait une lourde cape noire brodée de fils d'or, révélant un torse sculpté sous une chemise ancienne entrouverte. Ses yeux, deux brasiers d'or, eux étaient animés d'une intelligence malicieuse.

Il s'arrêta au bas des marches, me dominant de toute sa hauteur. Lorsqu'il prit la parole, sa voix d'une basse profonde résonna directement dans ma poitrine.

— Ma prêtresse est-elle satisfaite de ma protection ?

N'importe quelle personne sensée aurait hurlé et pris les jambes à son cou. Pourtant, sa présence me parut étrangement familière. Je pris une grande inspiration et profitai de chaque seconde silencieuse pour l'étudier, gravant dans ma mémoire le plus de détails possible le concernant. Je voulais comprendre ce qui se jouait ici.

— De quoi… De quoi parlez-vous exactement ? risquai-je en relevant les yeux pour enfin rencontrer les siens.

Il fit un pas de plus, brisant ainsi la distance qui nous séparait. Sa silhouette massive projeta une ombre totale sur moi, m'enveloppant d'un parfum de sève et de musc. Il leva ensuite une main pourvue de griffes sombres, et vint effleurer délicatement ma joue.

— Ne joue pas à ça, petite mortelle, souffla-t-il, son souffle chaud caressant mes lèvres. Tu as nourri mon autel de ton sang et de tes désirs. L’argent, le bijou, cette chance que je distille dans chacun de tes pas… Tout cela est la récompense de ton allégeance. Tu m'as appelé, maintenant, dis-moi ce que tu attends vraiment de ton Dieu.

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[lazy4honey]

Hard Shell, Soft Core

My laptop broke so this was mostly written on phone. Also, it was originally part of another story, but escalated so much I had to make it its own thing. So it has no plot. Only smut.

And my fingers hurt.

And it’s very hot and my mind’s melting and my thoughts are drifting and — basically I’m taking a break until temperatures cool and (my) morale improves.

Contains: past tense, 12 male gargoyles x afab!reader, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, p in v, anal, fingering, use of tails, gangbang, cum dump, knotting, creampie, belly bulge, big 🍆, lots of 💦, 3.4k words, NSFW & MDNI

Body burning hot from the aphrodisiac and dripping wet from the pouring rain, water sloshing out of your shoes and leaving a trail, you stumbled into the church. The air was cold and the light dim, only illuminating the dusty cobwebs on the old wrought iron sconces and the walls blackened by hundreds of years of incense, candle, and cigarette smoke.

Your legs were weak, so soft you could barely stand, yet you didn’t dare stop.

What if they followed you?

Thoughts swimming as your blood boiled, you forced yourself to continue. You walked through the nave past the pews, didn’t realize when you took a corner, and somehow ended up before a heavy door, made of iron-bound wood. Unable to think of what may lie behind, you pushed it open, crawling up the steep stairs.

When you reached the top after who knew how long, your skin was itching, breasts feeling sore and pussy drooling with arousal. Irritated, you struggled to take off your wet clothes, disliking the way they clung to your body. Then you reached down, the unexpected touch of your own cold fingers making you flinch and whine in frustration.

“Oh my, what do we have here?”

The sudden voice, like stones rubbing against each other, caused you to jump.

“Haha, no need to be afraid…”

And before your wide eyes, a figure stepped out of the shadows, into the pale light painted by raindrops trailing down the big round window behind. A head crowned by horns, bat-like wings sprouting from the back and a flexible tail coiling around the legs, a naked man made of stone bowed down to you.

“It’s just us,” he said as lightning flashed and distant thunder rolled across the sky, the blinding white light revealing more shadows like him, “the guardians of this church.”

Like the sound of falling pebbles, the voices of the gargoyles rang out. They chuckled and whispered, their cocks dangling right before your eyes.

The first gargoyle seemed to notice your gaze, and his voice took on a pitying tone. “Oh no, how did that happen? You’re all… wet!”

You looked at him, close to crying, “Help…”

He exchanged looks with the others, silently exchanging their thoughts, and then smiled and nodded, “Sure.”

“Boss, you first, you first…”

“Go for it!”

“She’s so pretty…”

“I want to go next!”

“No way, go after me!”

“Don’t fight…”

“Well then, don’t mind me~”

With that, the first gargoyle stepped forward and brought you in position. Facing the window with rain running down in rivulets, head down on a hastily dusted off cushion they got from god knew where and ass up, the gargoyle’s tail nudged your knees apart while his hands grabbed your ass cheeks. The cold, heavy touch sent a shiver up your spine, and as his hands spread your flesh, slick dripped from your pussy.

Then a rock teased your entrance. Its small, rounded tip slid up and down between your wet folds, circling around your clit before returning to your hole and slipping in. The deeper it went, the wider it got, until it forced your hole so wide open you whimpered. Afterwards, he quickly pulled out, only to slowly slide back in. Again and again, he sank into you, gradually stretching your pussy and allowing you to take him deeper and deeper.

At this point, you realized he was using his tail to fuck you.

He was preparing you.

His tip grazed your sensitive spot, making you whine and buck your hips. You wanted, no, needed him deeper, faster, rougher.

But just then, the gargoyle pulled out.

“Please…!”

He chuckled, “May I?”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, ah—!”

With one swift stroke, the gargoyle entered your sopping wet pussy with his cold, hard stone cock. Your walls clenched around the tapered tip, bulging mid-section and narrower base, feeling his outline. It was so hard it almost hurt, lacking any give or flexibility, but right then, mind almost blackout drunk on aphrodisiacs, that felt heavenly.

The gargoyle adjusted his grip on your ass, tail wrapping around your waist and dangling down to tease your asshole with its slicked up tip still carrying your temperature, and started thrusting. Slow and steady, he pulled back until his tip was barely still inside you before pushing back in. His slightly rough texture dragging along your walls perfectly soothed the itch you felt there, causing you to moan softly as you relaxed.

A few stone hands reached out to give you more pillows. Then they stroked your back, arms, head and cheeks, one finger even dipping into your mouth to press down on your tongue.

And right then, the gargoyle fucking you slammed into your pussy.

A jolt went through you as he hit a certain spot. Unable to close your mouth, you moaned loudly, and your pussy squelched with every hard plunge into your depths from how wet you were. It made you feel more and more excited, especially with all the other gargoyles watching, your eyes rolling and chest heaving, like an animal in heat.

All you could manage was a pathetic whine before you came. Your pussy fluttered, clearly feeling his canine-like shape and slightly rough texture pressing into your wet, tender walls.

Behind you, the gargoyle sped up. Delicious friction left your abdomen pulsing and your hole dripping, while the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your drenched folds. His stone body was stained by your aphrodisiac-induced heat, seemingly almost melding into your body, and your slick spread over his knot, resulting in an additional wet smacking noise.

When you came the second time, the gargoyle rammed his hard, fist-like knot into your sopping pussy.

You screamed at the sudden sensation of fullness. Your eyes rolled and your walls fluttered, stimulated by his continuous shallow thrusts. His punishing pace left you incoherent and trembling from bliss, his knot pulling on your pussy and stretching you further. And all the while, the other gargoyles were still teasing you, holding your mouth open. Each of your loud and high-pitched gasps, moans and whines was forced out of you, for all to appreciate as you were fucked.

A moment later, the gargoyle grunted. Without warning, thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and were pumped into your depths. It was noticeably warm, with a weight and consistency to it that reminded you of mortar.

Unable to control yourself, another orgasm rolled over you. Your pussy clenched around the stone knot, fluttering so hard your abdomen hurt a little.

The gargoyle patted your ass reddened by his vice grip with a chuckle and pulled out. He had fucked you so well his knot popped out with ease, leaving your hole gaping and slowly dripping slick. Its sight drew some chuckles and other sounds from the surrounding gargoyles. From the corner of your eye, vision blurred by the raging aphrodisiac and recent tears of bliss, you even saw a few rubbing their cocks.

Seeing them, you bit down on your lip. The heat in your abdomen that had just calmed flared up again, making your blood boil with arousal. Sweat dripped down your skin and you felt a little lightheaded, panting and writhing with need.

One of the gargoyles patted your head and trailed his fingers down your spine, cooing something. At the same time, his tail tip pressed against your clit, making you twitch sensitively at the cold, hard touch.

He laughed, yet refused to enter you. All he did was caress your sweaty back and tease your clit. It was agonizing in the best way, a sweet torture that slowly led you to the edge yet left you hanging just as you were about to fall. Too little to come, yet too much to cool down again. Steadily keeping you there, listening to your moans, until he had enough. The gargoyle replaced his tail with his fingers and gently knead.

You came as if a button had been pressed. Eyes rolling back and body spasming wildly, something in your abdomen unraveled and liquid squirted from your pussy.

Laughter like falling rocks rumbled in your ears. A crackle sounded, like stone rubbing against stone, and you could feel their gazes boring into you, clinging to your naked body. They were watching, all watching you. Watching your slick and sweat drip, your thighs shift, your clit twitch. Like they were fucking you with their eyes.

These thoughts mixed with the aphrodisiac and turned you on, winding up the tension in your belly like a spring.

Sensitive from all the stimulation, you trembled when you were touched again. The gargoyle turned you over, onto your back, and lifted your legs. Bedded on the cushions, your hips were raised to the perfect height for the gargoyle to enter you, letting you see how your greedy hole swallowed his knobbly cock bit by bit. It looked like tightly squeezed soap bubbles and felt like a scaled-down version of the bumpy cobblestone streets outside, ending in an uneven knot at the base.

He gently held your thighs whetted by your slick as he thrust, going neither deep nor fast but patiently rubbing his knobbly cock along your walls. His pace combined with your post-climax heightened sensitivity made you moan and unconsciously tilt your hips like you wanted him to go deeper. Yet the gargoyle maintained his pace, steady as a rock. In and out, back and forth, the knobbly texture caressed your insides. It was calm to the point of being agitating, almost as bad as merely playing with your clit.

Finally, when you were moaning desperately, he worked his uneven knot into you. As it pressed against your g-spot, you came with a cry, while he grunted and pumped a rope of thick, heavy, mortar-like cum into you. The sensation of it settling in your belly mixed with your orgasm, further dragging it out.

You didn’t even notice how he pulled out and was replaced.

Or rather, you barely felt him at all. Only his tip grazed your walls like a mean tease, until he slid his knot in. He fucked you in a frenzy, knot rubbing over your g-spot, and just as your pleasure was building nicely, he already came, dumping his load of weighty cum into you.

Before you could whine about the emptiness you were filled once more. Legs propped up against the gargoyle’s chest and knees over his shoulders, his straight cock sank into your pussy. Stone barbs lightly caught on your entrance and were forced in, pressing into your wet walls like a massage stick. Holding onto your thighs, he started thrusting, gradually speeding up until your breasts bounced and your hands tried to find something to hold onto.

Thick cum was compressed by his cock head, pounded deeper into you with each addictive repetition. Wet squelches and your moans filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of stone and the heavy scent of lust.

Your eyes rolled as you came. Pussy fluttering and spasming, pleasure coursed through your veins and calmed the boiling heat as the gargoyle fucked you through your orgasm. Yet relief was denied, lust reignited before it could extinguish. It sent you back into the throes of ecstasy as the gargoyle plowed you, raking your walls until they were tender.

When you trembled with your next orgasm, he buried his knot inside your fucked raw pussy. Thick cum was pressed deeper into your core and added to by him, your lower abdomen noticeably bulging from the amount.

After a long while, he pulled out with a wet plop.

Your hole gaped from being repeatedly knotted. The flesh inside was red from the constant stimulation, feeling puffy and burning faintly.

And yet, the gargoyles’ next actions came as no relief.

The following cocks were smaller than the others with less novel textures, but they all got creative before dumping their cum into your pussy. One fucked you slowly while kneading your breasts and using your dripping slick to tease your asshole with his tail tip, relishing in how it dripped from between your folds. Another turned you onto your belly and fingered your pussy until his fingers were dripping wet so he could prep your ass, stretching the little bud into a blooming flower before pushing his cock alternately into your pussy and your ass. And you didn’t know who started it, but he used his cock and tail to fuck your two holes simultaneously, keeping you on edge with their sometimes slow and sometimes fast pace and denying you your orgasm until the very end.

When they were done with you, sweat was flowing down your spine and your belly was swollen from how much thick, heavy cum pressed down on your womb. Your eyes were unfocused, your holes gaping, and faint bruises were already covering your skin.

Just as you vaguely thought they were done, another pair of hands gripped you. Large and steady, they turned you onto your back and pressed your legs up until your knees neared your ears. In this position, you were forced to present your puffy, gaping pussy to the gargoyle towering above you. Outlined by the faint light shining into the little room through the round window behind him, you saw broad shoulders and large wings, adonis-like abdominal muscles hewn into the stone torso, and a big, fat, curved, exaggeratedly veiny cock hanging between his thick thighs.

The gargoyle sounded a little bashful as he apologized before penetrating you with his enormous cock head.

Your sopping wet hole was stretched to its limit, quietly squelching as centimeter after centimeter sank in. Folds spread and erect clit twitching, just the tip had your eyes already rolling. When he was one third in, you felt him push the mortar-like cum filling your channel being pushed deeper inside, and by the time he was two thirds in, you felt him bottom out, carved veins pressing firmly into your walls. The pulse of pleasure as he completely filled you made you throw your head back and your muscles spasm as slick squirted from your pussy like a broken sprinkler.

Blood rushed through your ears, deafening loud. Every little touch and move made you pant like an animal in heat. You couldn’t tell whether you were screaming or crying or trembling. All you knew was that you were stuffed with cum and cock. A cum-dump being fucked into oblivion by monster cocks. So cock-drunk you couldn’t tell up from down.

When the gargoyle slowly pulled back, your folds clung to his girth. His veins and distinct cock head dragged over your already overstimulated g-spot, and when he once more sank into your depths, you came again, pussy fluttering.

The large gargoyle grunted. He rolled his hips with great patience, letting you get used to his monstrous size before speeding up. With every thrust, he got faster and plunged in deeper, eventually pounding both his cock and the other gargoyles’ accumulated cum into you. His hips drenched by your slick slapped against your forcefully bent up ass and folds, wet smacks matching the rhythm of your heartbeat until overtaking it.

You felt him in your gut and at the back of your throat, fucking the air out of your lungs and making your pussy gush. He left you in a constant state of overwhelming pleasure, and when he finally somehow rammed his fat knot into your abused hole, you came so hard you blacked out.

And all the while, the large gargoyle still rocked his hilted cock inside you, showing his big outline from your pussy through your abdomen, knot grinding against your g-spot while his tip pressed the others’ cum against your cervix. Then with one last roll of his hips, cramming himself as deep into you as he could, he came. A thick rope of heavy cum erupted from his length, more and more of it pumping into you until your stomach bulged as if pregnant.

He pulled out with some difficulty, producing a loud squelch and leaving your thighs red and trembling from his hold, your hole so stretched one could see the cum stuffing you. Looking at his masterpiece, he paused for a moment, then flicked your clit.

You moaned and shuddered reflexively from the current this touch sent through your body.

Despite how spent you were, how tired and thirsty, you still… hadn’t had enough.

Abused by the aphrodisiac and gargoyle cocks, you’d already been trained into wanting this.

As such, it was to your great pleasure when they continued. Big, small, knobbly, smooth — each and every one of the twelve gargoyles fucked their knot into your pussy at least once and dumped their cum into you. They filled you until there was so much the bigger ones couldn’t fit anymore and took to fucking your stretched ass, only to switch back to your pussy just as they were about to cum.

By the end, everyone was fucking your ass with their cocks wet from your slick and stuck their tips into your pussy to use you as cum dump, until it overflowed. Thick glops of it fell out of your pussy, hole stretched so much it couldn’t close, slowly dripping down and landing on the floor with a splat.

Your whole body was numb and sweaty and trembling, brain fucked empty, and your stomach bulged from the copious amounts of mortar-like cum, heavy and stuffed to the brim. Small spasms caused by your uncountable orgasms caused your pussy to contract around the still pliable yet gradually hardening substance filling you, finally making you pass out from overstimulation.

When you regained consciousness, it was already the next day. You were dead tired, extremely hungry, your limbs heavy, and there was still something thick and hard plugging your fucked raw pussy. It was so bad that just turning over left you drained of strength and panting for breath.

When you dizzily reached between your shaking legs, you felt something hard sealing your entrance. Your folds were covered by it, also reaching your clit and ass like some kind of strange sex toy. Experimentally pulling on it sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine and forced a hoarse moan over your burning vocal cords, immediately making you recall the events of last night.

Shocked, you looked down at yourself and gaped at the sight.

Your belly, no, your entire abdomen bulged, from your bellybutton to your folds. It made your skin stretch, a hardness hiding beneath the soft flesh and leaving you unable to tense your muscles without gasping in pleasure and overstimulation alike.

By now, it was clear: That thing stuffing your pussy was the gargoyles’ hardened cum.

It had filled your gaping hole to the brim and perfectly molded according to your shape, then hardened over night, or maybe once the daylight shone on it. Either way, just lightly tugging on it sent fresh currents along your nerves, forcefully reigniting your arousal.

With tears gathering in your eyes, you bit your lip and took deep breaths as you removed the dildo of hardened gargoyle cum from your pussy. Your slick eased the action, yet it fit so well and reminded you so much of the insanity of last night that you couldn’t resist fucking yourself on it. Every dip and bulge was a faint memory of the gargoyles’ cocks, especially the knot-like shape towards your entrance. Only the flared tip was new, wonderfully kissing your cervix every time you completely swallowed it.

By the time you finally pulled the pillar out of your hole, you’d come three times and were feeling lightheaded.

Your entire body trembled as you slowly dressed. The clothes were a little crispy from getting drenched in rain last night, but you couldn’t afford to care about it. Only, when you were fully clothed, you glanced at the hardened cum dildo and fell into a long moment of hesitation.

You couldn’t just… leave it here. What if someone else found it? But how were you supposed to get this thing out of a church…?

Ah.

Both ashamed and excited, you pulled down your pants.

And as you worked the pillar back into your ravaged pussy, eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed with lust, a dozen pairs of dim, stony eyes stared at you, silently watching.

Oh… If you liked them so much, then maybe… they could take the opportunity to visit you one of those days.