He shouldn't be doing this; neither of you should be doing this.
Yet even as the neighbourhood's block party rages outside, the two of you are still going, still fucking like he isn't your next-door neighbour and new friend of your father, but the idea of stopping makes him groan with dissatisfaction. The two of you are too far gone to stop now, not since he's already two loads deep and working on a third, and certainly not now that he's finally got you worked open enough that your whimpering and twitching had become limp moans, weak bucking hips, and fingers white at the knuckles as you grip the ruined sheets under you.
Fuck, he should pull out, should have done that the first time he came, but in for a penny, in for a pound.
So he's groaning, grinding his hips into your ass as he cums, still pumping thick ropes into you as his cock visibly pulses with his high. Shit, as he pulls back, the flare of the tip of his cock is the only thing that keeps most of this load and the last inside you, licking his lips, he grunts before pushing forward again, still hard and still ready to go just one more round.
Just one more round, he's been muttering that to you since the first jerk of his hips, since well before the two of you stumbled into bed together, if the long nights alone looking at all those pretty beach pictures of you and your friends out drinking have anything to say for themselves. He's only just got you like this, and he's not willing to let you go just yet. An old bull like him can still pull a few more tricks, and maybe a few more orgasms out of you before he calls it a night.
For once in his life, the weight of his horns is beginning to get to him, the two heavy bone protrusions and their gold band decorations making his neck hurt as he looks down at where his cock disappears into you again.
Fuck it, he'll book a massage for the both of you tomorrow, but for now he needs to make up for all the cum that dribbled out of you, and he needs to make up for it now.
men who canât ever wait to fully undress you before fucking you, always semi-clothed and messy, skirts flipped up and shirts stretched at the neckline and pants around their ankles
vs
men whoâs favourite part is getting to strip you completely bare beneath them, always making sure they make time to be able to worship you in your nakednessâ peeling back each layer and appreciating the newly exposed skin with a kiss and a caress
f/o who is hesitant to fuck you, little nervous about your first time together, because what if they arenât good, what if itâs bad, but once they do, they realize they have an Appetite, and burying themselves inside you is all they start to think about and all theyâre really trying to do
As a sub who likes monsters it took me a while to realize how much fun acting like a feral monstrosity to be tamed can be, not to mention writing from that perspective, and itâs actually kind of hot for the dom to be human. Having someone âsmallerâ than me (look Iâm 5â2â I know Iâll probably be the tiny one irl) put me in my place is both humiliating and (good) scary in concept âcause it means they somehow out-monstered the monster to bring it to heel, which of course makes it sexy.
Like when I think of what about monsters turns me on since I seem to like every monster I come across despite them all being drastically different, I come to the conclusion that itâs how they act.
Humans can act monstrous too in a way that scratches that itch and they will be rougher if youâre supposedly this rugged wild beast, if past anons about dragging a Minotaur around by the horns are any indication. So I am totally up for role playing as an unwieldy monster sub who is dommed by a human, I can be mothman or a satyr or a needy werewolf, just let me know what youâre down for and Iâll flex my acting chops ;)
Male orcthropleura (orc/arthropleura hybrid) yandere x gender neutral reader
CW: Nocon, isekai, language barrier, kidnapping, stalking, courtship, size difference, nonhuman dick, biting, general yandere behavior
Word Count: 501
You fell into a wormhole.
Right into an alternate realm.
Not only one of magic but one ruled by the prehistoric.
Luckily you had been camping and had plenty of supplies to keep you warm and fed.
But from the moment you arrived you were being hunted.
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A skittering beast, the apex predator of these lands, stalked you from the shadows. Massive, deadly, and nearly silent.
You looked cuter and softer than anything he had ever seen before, he spent a few days stalking you, getting to know you, and keeping anything else away from you.
He killed threats, taking no chances.
It was clear that you were defenseless and had no ability to hunt your own prey. You couldn't even prepare the massive offerings he left at the flimsy dwelling you had erected.
In fact it seemed to bewilder you. You were clearly hopeless. Did he have to chew for you? Gut your food? Cook it with his magic flames?
He rolled his four eyes, his courtship was clearly useless on such an alien thing. He'd have to be more direct.
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For days now, every time you left your tent you found massive dead animals left for you, likely some sort of warning. It scared the shit out of you.
The things that were killed were massive scaled beasts, whatever killed them could easily do away with you.
After the third time hauling the massive body away you heard and ominous clicking noise.
You turned and gasped, a massive 20 foot long nightmarish creature was scuttling towards you.
The top half was the body of a male orc with four muscular arms, twitching antenna, mandibles, four eyes, spiked shoulders, and dripping fangs. But from the waist down his body was that of an incredibly long massive millipede.
Your legs gave out in fear and he wrapped himself around you. He spoke in a deep voice you didn't understand.
Sure your life was at an end you began crying, but instead of making a meal out of you, one of his massive hands sparked with fire and cooked a haunch of beast he had been holding. He blew on it then stuffed it into your mouth.
The beast man watched carefully until he was sure you had your fillâŠ
Then his massive slimy cock slid out from his genital slit and slipped effortlessly into you after he pulled away your clothing.
His bulge visibly bulged out your stomach, there could be no question that you were his mate now, no matter the language or cultural barriers.
The orcthropleura was relentless, biting your neck and shoulder, slobbering over you as he fucked himself into you at a brutal pace.
You came weakly, drooling in his grasp as he wrecked you.
When he was done with the first few rounds he took you to his hidden den, where he could keep you cozy safe and full of food and cock. And where you'd never be able to escape from your brand new mate.
Being put through the mattress until they're at the brink of exhaustion and collapse on top of you.. crushing you beneath their weight.. lazily rolling their hips against yours while their cock softens and mumbling into your neck that you can survive a few more seconds
Rating: 18+ (MDNI)
Summary: Your soft centaur boyfriend gives you a proper dicking.
cw: terato, monster/human relationship, monster sex, size difference, cunnilingus, p in v sex, mates, breeding, woman on top (hell yeah)
wc: 2.9k
a/n: Re-uploading this short story, as I published it under another pseudoname a while ago. Figured I'd start uploading my original male characters x reader works here instead of letting them get lost.
The first time you saw Rowan fully erect, you knew in your gut that there was no way in hell the two of you could ever make this work. "Love conquers all!" they say, and while you believe that in essence to be true (especially when it came to your kind-hearted Centaur boyfriend), to take Rowan's full cock inside you would undoubtably mean risking permanent injury. It would be an encounter that in no way, shape or form, youâd be able to walk away from; and not because you couldn't trust Rowan to be gentle.
The realization had been devastating at first, knowing that due to the massive size difference between you and Rowan, penetrative sex would be impossible. It felt especially disheartening when you were surrounded by other happy couples, their physiologies, although sometimes different, were clearly more compatible than yours and Rowanâs.
Your friendâs words, although well meaning, stung and echoed in your mind.
âPoor thing. Maybe you and Rowan arenât a good match. Thereâs a reason why they say humans and centaurs donât mix well.â
ButâŠyou loved Rowan. Had been head over heels since the first time you laid eyes on him on that fateful day when heâd rescued you from a group of his own kind. Rowan had protected you, used his own body as a shield to ward off the group of young males pursuing you through the forest. With nothing but a hard stare, and a promise of violence if they foolishly chose to go any further, Rowan had managed to convince the group to leave you be.
Then, heâd turned to you and smiled so dashingly and so brightly, it nearly sent your heart into orbit.
âGave them the slip, huh two-legs? Atta girl.â
You were utterly starstruck. Youâd never seen anyone as handsome as Rowan before. With flowing locks of wild, russet red hair that fell to the middle of his hardened back, eyes of tranquil green, and a frame that looked like he was built for war rather than foraging in the forest, Rowan was nothing short of magnificent. And he was bigâŠeven for a centaur.
Following that incident, Rowan had graciously walked you back to your home in the nearby village, and from there your friendship was sowed; growing tenderly over time under the warmth of your shared affections, until one day it blossomed and bore the fruit of love.
Dealing with all the physical differences between you and Rowan had been a piece of cake at the beginning. Too short to pamper him with kisses? Not if Rowan had anything to say about it. He would just laugh at your adorable attempts, scoop you up bridal style in his strong, freckled arms, and let you indulge yourself.
But then came the day where that tender, sweet, head-spinning puppy love turned into something more. Something fervorous, hot and passionate. The two you couldnât keep your hands off of each other, and Rowan had been so very eager to explore you and make you feel good. It wasnât long before you wanted to return the favour, but on that night, when youâd finally realized just how massive Rowanâs cock was, it all came crashing down.
âIâI donât know if I canâŠâ
Of course, being the peculiarly calm and understanding centaur that Rowan was, he didnât let his lust get the better of him. He never pushed you, nor did he ever make you feel inadequate. Instead he simply hoisted you up, kissed you passionately, and said,
"I know. Donât fret about it. There are plenty of other ways to love each other."
Of course he was right, as the two of you came to discover there were plenty of other ways to have sex. But as your passion grew, so too did your hunger.
You wanted Rowanâs cock. It was maddening how much you yearned for it. You wanted to feel him inside you; to hear him groan in ecstasy as he bullied his fat tip past your tight entrance. You wanted to hear the lewd, wet sounds of your pussy greedily sucking him off, begging for his seed as you got drunk off his praise.
âThatâs it sweetheart. Such a good girl, taking that big cock so well.â
Day after day your fantasies and longing became more and more intense. Many nights youâd awaken beside Rowan, soaked between your legs, throbbing and frustrated. Until on one perfectly sunny day, your sexual frustration reached its boiling point, and you found yourself before your centaur lover, standing in the middle of a meadow of yellow wildflowers, with tears streaming down your cheeks.
âI want you. I w-want to try, Rowan. I donât care if weâre compatible or not. I love you aâand IâŠâ
Heâd hushed you then, his expression wrought with alarm, Rowan lowered himself to the ground so he could reach your face and wipe the tears from your eyes.
âHey, hold on now sweetness, please donât cry. Tell me whatâs upsetting you.â
âI want to have sex with you.â
Rowanâs bewildered expression would have been downright comical if you werenât so upset.
âUmâŠdonât we already? We just had sex this morning. Are you feeling frustrated? Do you want more? Because all you have to do is ask. To be honest, Iâm always ready to go multiple rounds with you, but I didnât want to come across as some sort of sex pest.â
You choked on a laugh, and Rowan matched your tearful smile with a charming one of his ownâhis thumb stroked adoringly across your cheek all the while.
âYouâre just trying to make me feel better.â
âAnd?â Rowan chuckled, âIs that a crime?â
âNo, but it does avoid the issue.â
âWhich is?â
âHow Iâm going to manage to fit your cock inside me.â
Rowanâs jovial expression immediately dropped, and a more serious one took its place.
âNo. I wonât hurt you.â
âI know you donât want to hurt me, butâŠâ
âMy dick is literally thicker than your arm and longer than your torso. No.â
You frowned, crossing your arms under your breasts as you pegged Rowan with a hard stare. He was indeed peculiar for a centaur, he was very patient and not as hot headed as the rest of them, but boy did he make up for that by being stubborn. Good thing you were stubborn too.
âJust the tip then.â
Rowan opened his mouth, and then promptly snapped it shut. From the corner of your eye, you caught a subtle glance of his tail whipping.
âJustâŠthe tip?â
âYes. I wonât push it farther than that.â
Rowan groaned, his large hand coming up to rub at his ruggedly handsome face. Then, much to your delight, an adorable scarlet blush bloomed across Rowanâs chest, and made it all the way up to his hairline.
âFineâŠjust the tip then.â
Your grin must have been just like a catâs because right after that Rowan added,
âAnd I mean just the tip, understand? I donât want you to get carried away, greedy girl.â
Your enthusiastic nod made Rowan shake his head, laughing deeply as he pulled you into his arms and claimed your lips in a passionate kiss.
âWeâll need a safe word.â
âStrawberry.â You promptly volunteered.
Rowan raised a brow.
âThat was fast. Had that one in mind for a while?â
âNot really.â You smile, draping your arms over Rowanâs sturdy shoulders, fingers gently curling into his hair. âBut seeing how flushed you are now, I feel like âstrawberryâ is the perfect safe word.â
Rowan growled, nipping at your lips as his big hands grabbed your ass, bringing your body to rest flush against his. The heat of Rowanâs skin seeped into your bones and made you purr with delight.
âTeasing me right after you just begged for my cock? Careful sweetheart, that could kill a man.â
Finding the right position was the first obstacle the two of you had to tackle. Youâd first started by presenting yourself to Rowan, utterly shameless, on hands and knees and buck naked with your ass in the open, summer air. Of course, you were too low to the ground to make this position work, and after Rowan had recovered from the near aneurysm youâd given him from your lewd display, he refused to mount you.
âAll it will take is one wrong move, and I could seriously injure you. No sweetheart, youâre going to be on top for this.â
Which was easier said than done. Being a centaur, itâs not like Rowan could easily lay on his back. Eventually, the two of you found a position that worked, by having Rowan lay on his side.
"Are you sure about this?" Rowan groaned, licking his lips as your hands glided up and down his stiffening cock. He couldnât believe how quick he was hardening for you.
âIâm sure, baby.â You reassured him, moaning as you brought the head of his cock to that sweet juncture between your legs and began rubbing him against your entrance.
A juicy curse fell from Rowanâs lips as his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Fuck, he knew from day one the challenges the two of you would face when it came to penetrative sex, but back then, he truly couldnât care less if he ever got to be inside of you. Rowan loved you too much for that to ever be a dealbreaker.
But now, to watch you whimper and moan, eyes blown wide as your gorgeous hips and thighs trembled with pleasure, rubbing your wet, swollen little pussy all over his cock as you prepared to take him inside, was the sexiest and most erotic thing heâd ever experienced in his life. And this was just the foreplay.
âYou ready, Rowan?â You breathed, stifling a little whimper as you pressed the thick head of his cock against your tight hole.
Fuck, he should be asking you that question.
But instead of answering you with words, Rowan shook his head and gestured for you to come lay next to him on the grass.
âNot yet. Come here and let me prepare you properly sweetness.â
Rowan watched you as you made your way around his body, marvelling at just how beautiful your skin looked in the sunlight. He never said it out loud, knowing that human customs were quite different compared to centaur ones, but in the privacy of his mind, Rowan had always known you were his mate. From the first moment he laid eyes on you, to now and beyond, Rowan knew you would always be the only one for him. Whether the two of you were physically compatible or not, it didnât matter.
âRowan,â You whispered, kneeling down in the grass beside him. Rowan simply smiled that charming roguish smile of his, then he reached over and squeezed your thigh.
âCome on. Straddle me. Thatâs it pretty girl. Sit on my face so I can get you nice and ready.â
He felt your legs tremble in his hands after he said that, and Rowan couldnât stifle the shit-eating grin from his face even if he tried. He loved making you feel good, and the fact that he didnât even need to touch you to do it drove him wild.
You settled down on top of him, perched prettily on his face just like he told you. Both you and Rowan groaned in unison when his tongue lapped along your folds.
âSo wet,â Rowan groaned, ravenously licking up into your heat and sinking his tongue inside, engorging himself with your taste. âLemme help sweetheart. Let me get you nice and relaxed so you can take what you want.â
You cried out as Rowan fucked you on his tongue, his thick fingers reaching up to toy at your clit and then part your folds, opening up the most private part of you for him to admire. Rowan groaned as he watched your pink flesh tremble and throb, the thought of how wrecked your pussy would look after his cock had its way with it made him feel dizzy.
âOh baby, thereâs no way Iâm going to fit in your tight little pussy.â
Rowan feels your entire body stiffen at his words, but he reassures you with another wicked lick through your folds before thrusting his tongue into your entrance again.
âBut you can have the tip. You can feel what itâs like to have a centaurâs cum inside you. Thatâll soothe your ache, right?â
Rowan groaned as he felt your nails dig into his biceps, your whimpering moans becoming louder and louder as you drenched him in your juices, shamelessly rubbing your pussy all over his mouth.
âThatâs it. Donât be shy, sweetheart. Cum all over my tongue.â
And like a crack of lightening you come undone, crying out Rowanâs name as he gently guided you through your orgasm with his loving words, lips, and tongue.
Rowan held you in place, gently stroking your thighs as he waited for you to come back down from your high. Eventually, you moved from your resting place on your loverâs face and breathed a sigh of relief.
âThanks, I needed that.â
Rowan smiled, and rewarded you with a cheeky wink.
âAnytime, beautiful.â
Rowanâs heart skipped a beat when you glow from his flirtatious praise. He then watched you as you silently made your way back to the throbbing cock between his legs and gently took it back into your soft hands.
A rush of pleasure bloomed deep in Rowanâs gut at your touch. His cock, eager thing that it was, kicked in your grip, standing to attention and dripping out a fat drop of precum the moment you brought it back to rest against your cunt. Rowan shuddered. Fuck, he could cum just from this feeling.
âBreed me.â
Rowanâs gaze snapped up to meet yours at those words, his green eyes as wide as saucers.
âWhat?â He breathed.
Without breaking eye contact, Rowan watched in awe as you arched your back and moaned out the most sultry sound, holding his breath as he felt you lower your hips and push the tip of his cock inside you.
âRowan, please. Make me yours. I want to be your mate. Yours and no one elseâs.â
Your words hit him like a freight train, and Rowan grit his teeth as a powerful surge of lust coursed through him.
âMate. My mate. Yes. Mine, mine, mine.â
Gods, he desperately tried to control his rutting instinctâŠbut he couldnât. For the briefest of moments, it overtook him, and Rowan choked on a desperate apology as he bucked his hips into you, sinking his cock deeper than the two of you agreed upon.
Your pleasured cry intensified the lustful fog filling up Rowanâs love-drunk brain. Oh, fuck, you liked that. You loved being stuffed full of centaur cock.
âMore,â You begged, speech slurred and near delirious, reaching back to spread your quivering pussy wider as you sank down further on your loverâs throbbing length. âPlease! Mmmmâfuck. Rowan, donât stop. You feel so good. Iâve never beenâaaahhâthis full before!â
Rowan moaned your name like a prayer into the cloudless, blue sky. His head thrown back with abandon as his thick fingers tore into the earth and grass beneath him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasnât part of the planâŠhe never meant for it to go this farâŠbut you felt so fucking divine. So perfect. So his.
âMy mate.â
âYes,â You whimpered, taking him deeper, gasping with both pleasure and a little pain as his cock knocked against your womb. âYours! No matter what anyone else says! Fill me up. Breed me. So thereâs never any doubtââ
âTouch yourself,â The sound of Rowanâs harsh command made your pussy clench. âIâll breed you after that, Iâll give you every single drop Iâve been saving up just for you, but you have to cum on my cock first.â
With a desperate mewl you reached down and circled your swollen clit with your fingers, squeezing down around him, begging him for his hot load. Rowan exhaled harshly, bucking his hips against you, his total loss of control dancing on a razorâs edge.
âSweet girl, you drive me crazy,â Rowan growled every muscle on his body tensing deliciously as he approached his explosive release. âCum on that centaur cock. Look at it stretch you out. I know you want it. You want it so badly it brought you to tears.â
Your teeth dug into your lip as the tightening coil of pleasure inside you teetered on the point of no return. Your fingers rubbed harder against your nub, and a desperate, muffled hiccup escaped you as Rowan thrust his heavy cock into you one last time.
The two of you cried out in heavenly unison, reaching your combined peak one after the other. Your pussy squeezed down on Rowanâs cock, milking him dry as you rode out the crashing waves of your orgasm. Rowan groaned deeply, chest heaving up and down as he pumped load after load of his hot cum inside of you, filling you to the brim.
It was a while before the two of you could catch your breath. And when you both finally did, you smiled adoringly at Rowan who smiled drunkenly back.
âSoâŠjust the tip, huh? Guess weâre both terrible at sticking to our word.â
You rolled your eyes at Rowanâs jab, but your smile never left your face.
Yandere! Dragon - an actual dragon - who doesnât understand the fragility of your human heart, let alone your human needs. He allows you to graze in the meadow, but only because he knows you wonât get far. His massive, deep emerald body lies stretched across the land, blending with the rolling hills as if he were part of the landscape itself. His tail curls around you like a wall of living stone, and his great, glossy black eyes never leave you, unblinking, greedy, watching every step.
He brings you offerings, thinking theyâll make you love him. Fresh cows, their hides still steaming, roasted alive in the inferno of his breath. He tears them apart delicately, placing the choicest pieces before you, convinced youâll see it for what it is, a dragonâs devotion, a treasure given freely. But you shrink from it. You push the meat away. He watches you grow thinner, weaker, and the unease coils heavy in his chest. Do you hate him for it? Do you hate him?
You always run, foolishly, toward smoke trails on the horizon, toward the promise of villages he already reduced to ash. It maddens him. Why canât you see? He has already erased every rival, every distraction, burned down every hope of rescue. There is only him.
Sometimes, in desperation, he takes on his human form - long dark hair, pale hands, eyes still burning with draconic greed. He hopes that maybe, maybe like this youâll smile at him, reach for him, whisper that you love him back. Yet even then, he aches. Because that shape is weak, breakable, unworthy of keeping you safe. Only as the emerald beast can he guard you, shield you, cage you where no one else can touch.
He wants your love. He craves it more fiercely than gold, more desperately than fire. And so he keeps you, tight in the circle of his tail, a treasure to guard, a prize to worship. His hoard is ash and bone, but you, a soft, stubborn little human, you are the jewel he cannot stop clutching.
Monster boy x human woman where the males have complex courting rituals to prove their worthiness to potential partners. He starts nesting, building a soft, inviting cocoon for her when she visits. He hunts larger and fiercer prey to prove he can feed her. He fluffs up his fur and grooms himself to make sure he looks his best for her. When she comes over, he flops onto his back and exposes his tummy to show his submission and let her mount him, but she pats his belly instead, which leaves him frustrated. He's never met a woman who doesn't immediately takes what she wants, so why isn't she taking him??? He's trying sooo hard to show that he's fertile and willing, and she's clearly into him given the way she flushes when he purrs in her lap, so why isn't she mounting him already????
Terror reigned outside of your chamber windows. Smog suffocated those at the bottom of the valley, clinging to the outside of your castleâs walls as the fires continued to roar on through the night.Â
Most of the damage had incurred in the village, homes and shops burnt to a crisp, bodies riddling the cobblestone streets as stray goats and sheep got lost on the winding roads.
When you werenât in your bedroom it was the only thing on your mind. Those who had perished, those who were to be punished for defying this new âarmyâ and hailing your name, those who had been innocent caught in the crossfire.Â
But inside these stone walls-- velvet curtains that drowned out the screams, silk sheets imported from the finest threadmakers, glass jewelry that wouldâve melted in the flames nearby-- it laid just as it had before your kingdom was taken over, before demons crawled out of an open pit from hell and pillaged everything in sight.Â
No, that wasnât true; things werenât exactly as they had once been in this room. For one, you werenât alone. And for two, you couldnât call these walls your chambers any longer; it had transitioned into a prison, a dungeon that you were tortured relentlessly inside.Â
âWho is your king?âÂ
The question requires a straightforward answer. Heâs tripped you with riddles and trick questions before, but this did not take any perceptive thought. It took your pride, your willingness to sacrifice yourself for survival.Â
The word tumbles from your lips like a guilty plea.Â
âYou.âÂ
A day ago you wouldâve taken being thrown to the embers outside rather than bow down to this maniacal beast. That was before you knew what he was capable of, that death was not the release you thought it was.Â
The demon sucked his teeth with his tongue, earning you another sink of his devilish, sword-like cock inside of you. It was meant for pain, for torturous ravaging. You hated how delicious it could feel when he wanted to torture you in a way other than by drawing blood.Â
âGood. It sounds like youâre learning.â His voice is so condescendingly sweet, as if he were a parent teaching his child right from wrong. âPerhaps my queen deserves a treat, hm?âÂ
Your legs ache, pressed above your head as your ankles lie on his shoulders, forced into a tense mating press that left nowhere for his cum to go but deep down inside.Â
When he first got his hands on you, he had pushed you face-first into the bed, holding you down with a sinister laugh in your ear and a serrated tail wrapped around your ankle. But that wasnât enough. He leaked out of you too much, his seed not going straight to your womb like he demanded.Â
Hours have passed, your body dried with stick coatings of white, a wet essence still leaking from your hole as he plunged himself over, and over, and over.
 Your prayers had ceased long ago. There was no help, no mercy. Only him. Surrounding you everywhere, closing in on your vision and tainting you with burn marks in the shapes of his hands.Â
The inky black of his fingers trailed up his forearms, tattoos of demonic sigils trailing across his body, down his black-tipped, leaking erection. The taste of his cum lingered on your tongue, it filled your weeping cunt so entirely it had started leaking down to the bed long ago.Â
Your silk sheets held puddles, causing the sound of him pushing into you each time all the more vulgar and crude.
His slowed pace had picked back up, relishing in the tears still forming in the corners of your eyes.Â
âWhat kind of treat do you think you deserve? Such a dirty little thing like you, knows what all sheâs good for⊠your poor human pussy, meant for taking a demonâs cock, isnât it?â
He had given you a choice. Burn with the rest of your village, or satiate him here. Become the carrier of his demonic spawn, keep his seed pressed tight inside you until it takes, and accept each attempt at breeding with grace and lust.
âYes⊠thatâs why youâre here. And not out there--- you knew what good use youâd provide, that you could never save your pitiful little kingdom.â The demon gets off to his own words, grinding harder into you with a push that forces you to cry out. Heâs merciless, bruising your cervix with each kiss of his pointed tip. âAnd I know deep down too,â He whispers, a long, inky tongue drooling down your jaw. âyou fucking love taking my cum.â
You nod your head with shut eyes, hearing the demon let out an unhinged, excited laugh. He lets go of one of your legs to let it rest against his shoulder, using his clawed fingers to rub violent circles on your drenched clit with each thrust.
You had never seen a creature outside of our own race-- nevertheless the intense piercings and ridges lining a demonâs cock. The sight of it horrified you when he first attempted to breed you, fearful of what would become of your insides.Â
That was before you knew how good it could feel, how it ran shivering tickles inside your cunt, better than anything youâve ever felt-- wine, chocolates, delicacies and presents from other nations-- nothing could compare.Â
And sometimes if you blocked out his words, you could almost enjoy it all without shame. Almost.
âTell me-- haah, tell me how much you love to be pumped full of my cock. How good it feels for me to cum inside you--âÂ
The demon cuts himself off with a moan, no attempt at hiding his closeness to finishing in you, again. You had lost count long ago, only the mere sloshing sound of his entrance reminding you that heâs kept you in this aching position for hours.Â
Your voice had grown hoarse from endless moans, ones that were elicited once more as your pleasure built to a euphoric level. He mightâve been pure evil, but he knew how to destroy you with ecstasy from the inside out.
âMnph, feelâs s-so good,â You slur, centering your mind on the build of your orgasm, of the warmth on your clit. âLove you cuming nâside meâŠâ
Shame cracked at the edges of your voice, a tear slipping down your cheek as the scent of smoke filled your nose.Â
You had become sick and depraved, but now wasnât the time you would mourn for your dignity.Â
âThatâs right, Fuck--! such a good human cunt, gonna get bred so full, gonna be so roundâŠ!â The demonâs words string together in a blurred mess, his orgasm heightening to a debilitating peak.
He moans with an obscene current, letting each one follow after he thrusts inside you.Â
If only his underlings knew what a mess heâd turn into just from your smell, your body holding him in-- if they heard his roars at every turn of being in you, they never spoke of it.Â
The intense friction left you chasing your own high, trying to reap something from the little he offered you in this torture. He sailed through you like butter, heaving his hips forward with each grind against your G-spot, pressing hard on your clit to force a powerful, chipped orgasm through you.Â
âFucking you through each pump of my seed, youâll be leaking of me for weeks.âÂ
His vulgar words fall on deaf ears as you clench your eyes shut, screaming with the sheer force of his piercings grinding against your sweet spot. Semen splattered across your thighs and frothed at the base of his cock, a tantalizing sight that further encouraged the demonâs fetish.Â
His beloved kink for seeing his new favorite human covered in him, puffy and clenching to milk all of him, had destroyed any chance of the demon letting you go.Â
Your body shook from the aftermath of what felt like the hundredth orgasm tonight, clit twitching with each gush of semen that could no longer be held inside of you. The demon stayed tightly snug inside your hole as his thrusts slowed, now only grinding down with his hips.
 His sadistic cockwarming always drove you to a sensory overload, but the warlord loved it-- you were so warm, he could feel himself dripping inside you, hear the squelches with each accidental shift. He never pulled out until the cum on your thighs had dried completely, the white coating your inner walls having gone ice cold.Â
You didnât know how many orgasms were left to come, but it was clear you wouldnât be moving for a while.Â
âMy sweet, stupid human. Do you still feel like a queen?âÂ
The demon rubs lazy circles along your clit, enjoying how the tears escaping you now are from overstimulation and clarity, the red outside still a bright blaze.Â
âThereâs no need for you to confuse your pretty head with ruling a kingdom,â His awful tone was soft again, looking down at you with hazy, lust-drunk eyes. Their crimson was terrifying, boring into your bloodshot eyes as his black scleras reminded you of an empty void. âYour only purpose now is to carry our little demons in your precious womb. Arenât you lucky?âÂ
Bigfoot lover who you definitely couldn't take on the first try. Just the tip of his massive cock was too much for you. He had to start you off with his long, thick fingers. He would groan, loving the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing around his fingers.
You got cocky, telling him that you could take him now, you wanted to feel him inside you, how could he resist? He laid you on your side, holding onto your leg with one long hairy arm, and put the other beneath your neck.
Slowly, he rubbed himself over your pussy, coating his cock in your wetness. He then pushed it in just the tip, before pulling out again, a moan left your lips, feeling how much just his tip stretched you. He repeated this method of pushing his cock inside you, little by little, until all of him was inside you. He then paused, grunting as you squeezed him; he was resisting the urge to move, not wanting to hurt you.
You were gasping for air, his cock making you feel full; it was too much, but you couldn't back down. You leaned back into his hairy chest, trying to steady your breathing. He bent down, locking his large lips onto yours and then resting his head onto your shoulder.
you rocked your hips back onto him, signalling you were ready. And just like that, all self-control left him. He pistoned into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. Animalistic groans and howls leave his lips as he loses himself in your tight pussy.
Your mouth was agape, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as overwhelming pleasure mixed with a bit of pain took over you. He moved his large hand that was holding onto your leg to your stomach, feeling his cock hitting against your walls. This made something inside him even harder, his thrust becoming more rugged and his breaths becoming shallow, soon he released his load into you.
A scream of pure ecstasy shot from you as his load filled you to the brim. Your leg shook, your own orgasm taking over as he spills out of you. He continued pumping as he rode out his release in you.
You couldn't walk after, and no doubt you'd have fallen pregnant.
Southern Minotaur with a thick Texas drawl. He grew up on a ranch and still works in the industry. When he has to come to town to get supplies or whatever, he is just the picture perfect Southern Gentlemen.
He always says âmaâamâ when answering your questions or asking you something. He always seems to grin a little wider when you ask him something and he has to reply âyes maâamâ. Maybe itâs just because it makes your face flush slightly, still being new to the area and not being used to it.
But oh shit, when he asks you if youâd like to go out to eat and you say âyes sirâ he just loses his mind.
Before dinner he has you pinned under his massive form, his far too big cock bullying into your weeping hole. Youâre whimpering and whining that itâs too big, that he needs to slow down, but he just lets out an airy chuckle.
âItâs âight pretty girl. Just be good for me and take it,â he smirked as he forced himself back inside of you again.
All the air is being knocked out of your lungs with every thrust. Tears are trickling down your eyes and your entire body feels like itâs being crushed under him. His bull nose bumping against your forehead with every thrust as he pushes your knees up to your chest, making you feel even tighter around him. Making you whine louder from how much bigger he feels.
âSâgood, lilâ lady. Fuck, you take it so good,â he grunted as he started moving faster, his massive cock stretching you wider than you thought possible. Heâs definitely bruised your cervix, at least.
You feel like youâre going to be crushed from him pinning you down, or just from being impaled on his massive cock, but he doesnât care. He just needs to slam into you over and over again until he can fill your little human womb with cum.
Warnings: Smut, WLW, pining, fingering, oral (Reader receiving), Reader is DOWN BAD, nipple play.
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You had a secret. A devastating secret that you held close to your heart. You... had a MAJOR crush on the mysterious red haired, blue eyed girl by the docks. You couldn't help it! Really it was her fault. What could she expect when she had those gorgeous red curls that she flipped over her shoulder so gracefully and those pretty blue doe eyes that always seemed to sparkle with mischief and that smile that always made your heart skip a bit and laughter that was so melodic you swore the gods themselves had composed it.
You were down so bad for her, and she didn't even know it. The two of you had polite conversation whenever you headed to the docks to buy fish. You only ever bought from her stall. She had noticed, of course, teasingly asking you if she was your favorite vendor. You blushed so hard and stammered over every word as you told her that her fish simply tasted fresher
A pitiful lie. One she probably saw right through as she all but watched you with an amused smirk as you had fisted your hands in your skirt and tried to explain your favoritism without blurting out that you were in love with her, that your heart only beat for her, that she could demand you capture a rainbow in a glass bottle and you'd do everything in your power to grant her desire.
She laughed at your distress, which only made you melt more as you barely restrained yourself from dropping to your knees and asking for her hand in marriage right then and there. You were so pathetic for her and she didn't even know it, or if she did, she didn't let on.
But recently you were experiencing a dilemma. You hadn't seen her in quite a few days. As the winter ice melted and spring started to warm the lands and make flowers bloom, you had looked forward to seeing her in the markets, maybe even giving her some fresh spring blooms. But alas, she was nowhere to be found.
You had asked around, worried that something had happened to her. The other fisherman were useless, having no idea where she had gone. Shrugging their shoulders and mumbling out about how they were just as clueless as you. It frustrated you to absolutely no end.
It wasn't until a warm spring night when you finally got answers, although they didn't come how you had expected them too.
"You're quite the persistent little thing, aren't you?" Her voice asked, soft and amused. You can only blink up at her with wide eyes, taking in her wet form and the seal tail where her legs should have been. "What? Cat got your tongue?" She asked with a grin, noticing your stunned silence.
"You're..." You try to speak, voice shaky and shocked. "A selkie? Yeah. I'm surprised no one has noticed yet." She says with a laugh. "Beautiful." You say suddenly, finally finishing your sentence as you just... stare at her. Her eyes go wide with shock and her cheeks heat up. "Come again?" She sputters out and you reach up to cup her face.
"Beautiful. You're absolutely beautiful." You murmur, and oh was she. Wet red hair, water droplets rolling off her skin, moonlight bathing her in silver light. To you, she was absolutely stunning. "You're too sweet..." She murmurs finally, letting you touch her, nuzzling into your hands.
"I was so worried about you when you disappeared." You confessed, making her soften at the slight distress in your tone. "I'm sorry. I didn't think anybody would notice." She says softly, lowering her head to nuzzle her nose against yours, making your breath hitched.
"I noticed. I always notice you." You murmur softly. She was so close, so warm, and she smelled like sea salt. Her pretty blue eyes meet yours for a moment, and you swear time stands still. Then, her lips are on yours. Her eyes fluttering close and she leans in to slide her lips over yours in a soft kiss.
You almost pass out. The fact that this gorgeous woman was kissing you was a dream come true. You wanted to cry with joy, but you opted for kissing her back instead, moving your mouth against hers.
You tentatively deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue into her mouth and rolling your tongue over hers. She moans softly into your mouth and you respond eagerly, swallowing the noise and kissing her harder.
By the time you finally part, you're both panting and pink-cheeked. She moves her head, pressing wet kisses to your neck, nipping with sharp teeth at the soft skin and making you squirm beneath her. "Been watching you. You're so pretty." She breathes out, making you whine out softly. "I've been crushing on you for weeks." You say back, making her smile and chuckle against your neck.
"I can tell. You always smelled like desire whenever you came up to my stand, and once I realized that you were unmated... it didn't take me long to put two and two together." She says, one of her hands reaching to slide under the skirt of your dress, touching your thigh hesitantly.
"Is this okay? I'm not moving too fast, am I?" She asks, her voice softening with slight worry, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. "N-No you're not moving too fast. This is... This is okay. This is wonderful actually." You reply with, hand reaching up to tangle in her damp hair as she places a light hickey on your neck.
"You let me know if you want me to stop. Okay, baby?" She says sweetly and you nod, chest swelling at her wish to respect your boundaries and make sure you were enjoying yourself.
She presses some kisses to the swell of your breasts before retracting a hand from under your dress and tugging the top of your dress down. You squeak, but have little time to be embarrassed before she's latching onto a breast, tongue swirling around the nipple until it's hard and begging for more attention.
You moan out softly, her hand reaching up to play with your other breast, lightly circling the other nipple. Her skin is cold from the ocean and it doesn't take long for the other nipple to perk up as well, whining softly as she lightly flicks it.
"Such pretty breasts, no wonder the other fishermen are always trying to peep at them." She says devilishly, making you blush. She chuckles again, switching breasts, tongue licking your other nipple before latching and lavishing attention on the other breast.
"I'd rather you be the only one to peep at them, cutie." You breathe out in response, desperately trying to flirt back. She grins softly, pulling back from your chest, her gaze sparkling with amusement. "How sweet of you. I might just take you up on that offer." She coos out, kneading your breasts with slender fingers, enjoying the soft keening noise that slips from your mouth.
"You're so pretty." She coos out, detaching a hand to flip your dress up. "Bet you'd look prettier moaning my name." She says with a mischievous grin. And before you can process what's going on, she's tugging your panties to the side and diving between your legs.
You sputter out a cry as her tongue slides between your wet folds, her mouth wasting no time devouring you as if your cunt was her favorite treat, moaning into the soft petals of your core at the taste of you. "You taste so fucking good, love." She moans out, her spare hand gripping one of your thighs and keeping you spread out for her.
You're shaking beneath her, moaning like a whore with your head thrown back against the soft sands of the beach. "Feels so good." You whine out, hands fisting into your dress in a poor attempt to ground yourself. "Mm yeah, sweetheart? Feels good?" She coos back, pulling back to swirl two fingers around your pretty clit and make your hips buck against her hand as you hiccup out a high pitched "uh-huh!"
She mutters something under her breath in Irish, something you didn't quite catch, before she's diving back into your pussy, fingers slipping inside your velvety walls and search for that special spot that would make your head spin.
It didn't take her long to find it, fingers sliding over the spongy spot and making you cry out even louder and your spine to arch in pleasure. She hums out in approval, fingers attacking the spot and swirling her tongue over your puffy pearl.
You cry out lewdly beneath her as she works to bring you over the edge. "Come on, sweet girl. Cum for me. Cum for your favorite selkie." She purrs out, looking up at you with pretty, half-lidded blue eyes that were dark with desire. She wanted to see you fall apart, to see you unravel just for her.
Your body can't help but obey, walls squeezing around her fingers as you let out a broken moan and cum hard. She talks you through it, slowing her fingers and rolling her thumb over your clit to prolong your orgasm as long as possible. When your body finally relaxes again, she pulls out her fingers with a wet sound, sucking them clean before climbing back over your body.
She presses soft kisses to your body, whispering soft praises that soothe your nerves. "Did so good for me, pretty baby." She murmurs, reaching to kiss you again. You sigh out blissfully and kiss her back. "Let's get you home." She says softly, picking you up.
Your eyes flutter open. Her tail was gone, instead replaced with a seal looking cloak that was wrapped around her shoulders. "I can probably walk..." You murmurs softly, making her grin as she walks along the beach, her next words sending a shiver of delight down your spine. "You won't be able to once I'm done with you tonight."
Warning: sexual content, unprotected sex, sex toys?
Your bunny boyfriend acts all sweet, innocent, and shy around other people, whether they're strangers, friends, or family. Simply the perfect bunny.
But when you're alone, he becomes a completely different person. His libido increases a thousandfold, and all he thinks about is fucking you. In seconds, he'll bend you down on any soft surface so he can fuck you to his heart's content, whether it's the bed, the sofa, or that fur rug he begged you to buy.
Your bunny boyfriend really enjoys pretending you're his dirty bunny. He makes you wear furry bunny ears (which he bought at a costume shop), furry thigh-high stockings, and a white pom-pom-shaped anal plug that looks just like his own.
He has you face down, ass up, drooling on the sheets as he vigorously fucks you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your smooth skin. He groans and moans, biting his lip as he watches the pom-pom on your ass quiver when your anus contracts and loosens around the metal.
âY-you... you have to âugh... k-keep it inside you... n-naughty bunny...â
All you can do is moan as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again. Your hands grip the sheets, his fat balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, leaving a red mark on your fuzzy skin. The wet, dirty sound of slaps fills the room along with the thick smell of sex. His cock throbs inside you, his movements becoming more erratic, feverish like a real bunny in heat. He pinches your clit, making your eyes roll back.
âC-cum on, bunny... c-cum on right now... so your h-husband... can cum inside... y-you...â
His fingers rub and pinch your clit, right where his thick cock goes in and out of you. Your belly clenches and an electric shock travels through your pussy. You come with a sharp moan, your juices soaking his cock, dripping from his balls. The sensation makes his eyes roll back. With one last thrust, he cums, strands of warm, thick semen filling you. His tail twitches and quivers, as do his ears. Looks like you two will have a litter of bunnies very soon â„ïž
"aww, aren't you just a needy little whore? Need my cock to fill you up? Ah! I see you're getting hard~ you want that? You want me to stuff you full?"
Do you see my vision? Maybe it could be like an incubus or naga but like, thats the type of treatment I want.
Last time you sent an ask like this I gave you angel pet play, so of course I know what you mean and see the vision.
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To the outside world the two of you are a couple to be envious of, sweet and attentive, both joined at the hip and independent from each other in the ways a relationship should be.
And yet, behind closed doors that perfect sight becomes something else entirely.
The carpet is rough against your knees, but your legs have long gone numb as you look up at your partner, his tail coiled across the backs of your calves both keeping you steady and anchoring you in place for his own purposes. These very purposes are watching as your lips struggle to wrap around the twin lengths of his cocks, fingers digging into your hair as he uses your mouth as nothing more than a toy.
He's not watching the way your eyes water or how your hands shake as you press against the thickest part of his tail, he's watching the thick leather band around your neck bulge, how the very collar he puts on you every day the moment you get home morphs and the tag that reads 'prey' glistens with an obscene amount of your drool from his use of your mouth. He hisses with satisfaction as he catches the way you look up at him, pulling out of your throat slowly and clicking his tongue at the broken sound you make.
"it's just sad how desperate you are to let me use you, look at you... Already crying and all I've done is manage to get myself fully hard using your throat a little."
Using the leverage of his hand in your hair he guides you up just enough to rake his gaze across your body, scowling slightly as he looks down at your cock, already hard and leaking against your stomach.
"God your needy, had your face fucked and your that hard... Honestly, pet your getting sloppy, maybe we need to train you back up and get you used to being used again. I wanted a dedicated fuck bunny and toy, not a desperate whelp."
The way he drops his grip leaves you sprawling across the coils of his tail, legs being pushed open as he tuts at you, words sharp and quick as he watches how you shiver and follow his movements. Looking up at him as he leans down, using the flexibility he has over you to loom and tuck a finger under the edge of your collar, lifting your head and cooing condescendingly at you before hooking his hands under your knees and spreading your legs wide.
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