priest who's a werewolf. he disappears on the full moon to come back covered in blood. keeping his affliction secret, he prays for his ailment to pass, believing it a curse.
until he comes upon You. he's prowling on one full moon, searching for prey to sate his bloodlust, when he scents you on the air. his mouth waters and he lopes in your direction, searching the forest for you.
there. you emerge from a cool lake, and the sight of moonlight on your skin makes him growl and snarl with need. in his werewolf form, you see, his lust overpowers all his vows. he must have you.
when he reveals himself, you should be afraid. you knew he was out hereâyou've seen the animal corpses. but you can sense that he's not here to devour you, at least not in that way.
he rises to two feet as you approach, his cock already sliding from his sheath. it's pink and wet, with bulges at the base that entice you.
werewolf priest wastes no time pinning you down, licking your face, his tongue traveling down your naked and willing body. he laps you between the legs, then buries that long tongue inside you, opening you for his girth.
then, once you're moaning and wet, he rolls you onto your hands and knees to mate you.
his cock is big, too big, but he's got you so slippery that he glides in. now you're stretched full, as full as you possibly can be. after years of celibacy, he fucks you mercilessly, softening you and loosening you for him so he can, soon, squeeze his knot inside you.
one, then two times you climax, drenching him. but still he wants more, that fat knot spreading you open wider and wider with every thrust. when you're finally ripe, he shoves it inside.
it swells there, stoppering you up as his cum gushes out. it fills you obscenely, and with his knot in place, nothing can escape. you whimper as your belly rounds with how much there is trapped inside you, but werewolf priest whispers that you'll be all right.
you fall asleep together beside the lake, his furry arms and legs wrapped around you like a blanket.
when he awakes, now in his human form, he curses himself for breaking his vows. but you smell so good all covered in him, and as he imagines you swollen up with his young, he has to fuck you again.
perhaps this wasn't a curse, but the way he found his true path.
Request: Werewolf x chubby reader with portals, free use, knotting, rut????
Depraved approach
Werewolf x chubby fem!reader || sex toy, sex portal, free use (kinda), breeding, knotting, feral sex/rut, overstimulation, squirting, (very light) dirty talk
You can hear the howls of your werewolf neighbor as the moon starts to rise.
You donât know much about werewolves, but you know enough to know he must be entering his rut. A part of you wants to be the one helping him, you want it more than anything, because youâve been crushing on him since the day he knocked on your door with a fresh batch of cookies and a wolfish smile (pun intended) that made your panties wet.
Since then, your crush has only gotten increasingly intense, to the point where you might even say that you were already a bit in love with him. Thatâs why you left a bag with a little present on his door this evening... A fleshlight.
An enchanted fleshlight.
Having a witch for a best friend has its perks, like getting her to enchant a fleshlight to make a pussy-portal, or at least thatâs what she called it. It was supposed to be a sex toy for him to use⌠and hopefully youâd feel it while he did. The sex toy is to be felt by the receiver only if both parties had a mutual attraction, and youâre hoping you do.
Is it a very weird way to approach your crush? Yes.
Is it depraved? Absolutely.
Did you feel bad about it? Not at all.
If things went as you expected, in about an hour, youâll have a werewolf dick pounding into your pussy, and if youâre extra lucky, youâd get his knot. Your knees are already shaky thinking about it. You get yourself ready, sipping a nice wine as you munch on your dinner, putting on soft music, just chilling around in your house.
But you shouldnât have.
Because the second you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, youâre completely lost. He drives in with one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep, so fast that youâre already about to lose it. You make your way to your room on unsteady legs and trembling knees as he keeps fucking into you. You try to reduce your moaning to a minimum as you get to your room, more than sure that he can hear you from downstairs.
By the time youâre on your bed and pulling your clothes off, your pussy is so wet your panties are ruined. Heâs fucking you relentlessly, and you can barely move enough to get the rest of your underwear off before you feel the first telltale sign of a knot expanding at the entrance of your pussy.
You donât think. You donât process it. You can only scream his name at the top of your lungs as the fat knot presses against your G-spot and your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously as you come around him. You hear the second he realizes the portal goes both ways, howling to the moon as you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. Fuck, fuck, fuck⌠You knew that was going to happen, but the feeling of his come filling you up only sends you higher, shaking on the mattress as your orgasm rocks your body and your eyes roll back into your head.
You hear a howl louder than the rest, and your pussy squeezes against the knot inside of you once again as more juices come gushing out of you. Just like last time, you hear a roar at the same time as you scream, another orgasm hitting you completely by surprise. Maybe you pass out for a second, or two, or maybe for a couple of minutes, because when you come back to your senses, someone is pounding on your door and you arenât sure you can get your legs to work to go see who it is.
âI know youâre home! Open this door so I can stuff your pretty cunt next and stop playing with a toy!â His voice is way too loud, thereâs no way the rest of your neighbors didnât hear what he just said, but fuck if you care.
âItâs open!â You cry back, your pussy squeezing around his knot once again.
But this time, you open your eyes in time to see him in front of you, the pink fleshlight held tight against his dick, still buried deep inside. He twists it around a little, and you let out an undignified cry of pleasure when the top of his knot presses against your G-spot. G
âYou do not leave your door open again,â he growls.
The sound only makes your pussy squeeze again, he grunts, approaching you on the bed, his eyes blown wide and his fangs exposed. You shiver, rolling your hips to get more friction. He stops your movements with his claws on your hips, a threat, but one you arenât going to listen to. You do it again and he moans, his teeth bared and his dick sending a new shot of come into your pussy. Itâs starting to drip down, and he realizes the second it does.
He looks at your pussy, completely focused on his come dripping down. âWhy are you dripping with come?â
âThe fleshlight⌠Fuck. Itâs enchanted. Good goddess⌠The fleslight... Itâs a portal,â you struggle to say.
âAre you saying my come is IN YOU right now?â His tone gets higher at the end, and you nod, feeling too hot and bothered to form more words.
He clearly doesnât care about your struggles, because next thing you know heâs pushing two fingers inside of you. The combination of his knot and his fingers is enough to send your body into another orgasm from the stretch.
But it doesnât end there- heâs a werewolf in rut and youâre nothing but his toy right now. He starts finger fucking you as you continue to feel shot after shot of his come hitting deep inside. The feeling of his knot still buried in the fleshlight is pressing against your G-spot when he decides to press right there with his fingers as well.
Youâd never felt anything like it, your whole body shakes with the force of it, and something inside of you breaks.
You lose consciousness of your body, of your mouth, of everything thatâs not that point in your pussy and the way youâre gushing around his fingers, the way youâre⌠peeing? Fuck. Youâre squirting all over him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Your orgasm feels infinite as he keeps rutting against the toy and his fingers keep playing with your G-spot as if heâs playing a shooter game on his computer and pressing the left mouse button over and over. He does this until youâre crying and the pleasure is blinding. Even through the blinding pleasure, youâre still coming.
The bliss causes you to pass out again, which should have been expected by then.
You come back to him licking the tears away, and you canât feel his knot inside of you anymore, but his fingers are still buried deep inside of you, making you moan. The sound alerts him of you being back in the land of the living, and heâs soon kissing your forehead.
âI couldnât let my seed drip down,â he explains as if itâs the most logical thing, and you have no energy to argue. Apparently your body still has enough energy to clench around his fingers, though. âYou like that? You like being stuffed full of come?â You shiver and he takes that as the âyesâ you were intending for it to be. His body moves over you on the mattress, and before you can process it, his dick is pressing against your opening: âAre you ready to feel it for real?â
He doesnât wait for your response before heâs pushing his cock inside in one long and drawn out thrust. The feeling of him sliding into you causes your eyes to roll back while you moan and greedily push your hips up to get more of him.
You have to admit, your depraved ideas certainly have their perks sometimes.
Warm afternoon, I was going through the comments, messages and asks here on Tumblr and your appreciation turned on my sub side again.. so enjoy me moaning and whimpering with some wet sounds
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đđđđđśđđ âĄď¸: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.
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 đšor as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.
Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.
The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked youâdrawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.
Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day priorâa day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.
The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."
You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.
 Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.
Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"
The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."
The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.
With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."
 Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"
"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."
The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning toâ Nay, I shall not proceed."
As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"
"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace. The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.
The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller.Â
  Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.
After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.
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Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.
"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.
Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.
   Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.
Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.
Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.
Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.
"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."
You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."
The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."
You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard, he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.
He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."Â
  You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.
The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."
You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared, causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.
After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."
You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating, and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.
Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm. Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.
As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience.Â
  You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.
With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly.Â
  "Might I inquire about your name?" Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."
Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes.Â
  A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.
His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.
You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.
"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "
 You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.
The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace. Â
  Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.
In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.
After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.
 Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips.Â
  Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.
 Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.
With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )
His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.
With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies. Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.
Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.
He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.
Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "
Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.
  With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.
A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. âIâuhn~ w-wait p-please, LorâŚâ You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )
 Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. âN-no, whyâd you stop!âÂ
 With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. âM-more. Give me more.â You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby )
"Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?"Â
  Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face. Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix.Â
Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.
" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans.Â
   He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs.Â
"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"
With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls. A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."
With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. âThat's a good fuckinâ girl.â
The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.
You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"
 Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.
You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.
He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)
Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.
He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick.Â
  Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.
He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.
The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.
Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole
" Dismissed. "
The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.
"Loran, please."
The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.
 A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. sâtoo.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue.Â
Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.
Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.
Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...
It was normal in your pack for Omegas and Alphas to be traded, to help keep the bloodlines fresh and the peace upheld.
You were one such Omega, given to a pack known for their Alphas hunting skills, with a high number of true shifters. Not all packs could boast that, as many would have individuals born that simply became more feral under the glow of the moon.
How hot would it be to have âfriendsâ do be dirty with, friends who would talk about you and your fuckable thighs and breedable pussy right in front of you! Friends who invite you over for movie night but take your underwear from you for the âparty gamesâ theyâve planned for later, friends who force you to suck their hard cocks as they fuck your face, friends who stuff your underwear in your mouth and breed all your holes, your bestie sitting on your face as your forced to eat her out because her boyfriends out of town, friends whoâll finger your tight cunt under your skirt because they can tell your stressed and they would never let you be in pain like that. Friends who will sit you on their lap and force you to cockwarm them because you donât want them to be in pain now do you? Not when theyâve so generously made you cum! Itâs the least you can do! But also friends who put you in your place, your THEIR bestie, no one elseâs so donât go chasing other dick and pussy ok? <3
Youâre a plucky, brave little Omega, having been courting me for a while now, even though I tried to keep my distance, thinking itâd keep you safe from my monstrous urges. But you wanted me so badly, and you smell so good. You left your window open on the night of the full moon, and that was all the invitation I needed.
You didnât know I was an Alpha with such strong genetics that I could fully transform, and climbing into your room with large clawed hands, I did my best to be silent.
You slept innocently enough, wearing my t-shirt, thighs sticky from where youâd just masturbated to me, your Alpha.
Youâll wake up with my huge tongue pressing into your tight little cunt, screaming out, but nobody will come for you. My tongueâs so thick, so long and slick that you feel it press against your cervix as I enjoy the sounds you make, lapping at your inner walls. My cockâs huge now, easily thirteen inches. You have no idea who I am, but as I line my cock up over your stomach, you know that youâll be pregnant with my pups at the end of this.
Itâs only when I nudge against your chin just like I normally would before fucking you, that you realise the terrifying monster that was about to defile you, was in fact the Alpha youâve desired for so long. And the terror bleeds into pure lust, a wave of slick running down your thighs as my enormous cock goes into you, and into you, and into you. Youâve never felt so full, and as my teeth gently scrape your throat, all you can do is whimper and pant as I breed you. Itâs so good, itâs inescapable, and youâre cumming so fast.
I donât stop. I wonât stop.
Your cervix gave way under my hammering thrusts when you came the first time, so Iâm freely fucking your womb, the bulge visible in your stomach as I keep rutting into you.
You cum three more times before you feel the swell of my knot, and your eyes go wide. âN-no, it wonât fit, Alpha!â You insist, but I just ignore you, and lodge my huge cock inside of you, and start humping you with my half-inflated knot, forcing you to cum again with my tongue on your nipples, and the feeling of your orgasm milks mine from me. Every thick pump of cum into your womb has you moaning and whining, unable to think of anything except pleasure. My huge tongue presses into your mouth, and here you are, making out with a beast thatâs more wolf than man right now.
The satin blindfold was my only clothing. I laid in a soft fluffy nest of bedding. The room was warm, a breeze came & went, and distantly I heard the sound of a rain. The full length of a cock rubbed slowly & purposefully along my pussy lips. It would pause as the head reached my clit and do a few lazy circles. I felt balls rest against my asshole warm and broad. I shivered. Firm nudges against the clit. Slow. Wet. Up over one side & then back down, dizzying colors like fireworks breaking across my vision. The throb of oncoming orgasm in the distance.Â
A hand spread my thick pussylips open while that cockhead circled & nudged. Always gentle. Never fast. I felt shame build as the urge to squirt grew as insistent as the call of cum. I shook my head a little. I heard them acknowledge me, then felt the hand spreading me open move away and rest against my cheek. A wet thumb slid into my mouth and I wrapped my tongue around it, tasting us, feeling the thickness of the cock move up and down my soaking wet cunt. Throbs started to threaten my composure again. That gentle, firm rhythm encircled my clit and I weakly shook my head, trying to beg, âI donât want to squirt,â but stifled by the fingers in my mouth. They didnât stop.Â
White spots appeared in my vision, growing in brightness as they continued drawing long wet ovals from my ass to my clit with their heavy cock. The sensations of orgasm rumbled deep inside my body. I moaned and whimpered all at once and bit down on their thumb. Felt my body blush, tighten, and relax. The first crash of my orgasm came only a second before the release of my squirt. Once started I could do nothing to stop the flow, just cry out in shame as I continued to cum against the length of that amazing cock. I heard them sigh, pleased, and continue to rock waves of wetness out of me.Â
âYes⌠youâre so fucking gorgeous when you cumâŚâ I was empty before I stopped orgasming. They pulled their hand away from my mouth and kissed me. My internal twitches faded away slowly. They slid their cock down and away, breaking contact from my pussy, and laid me back on the bedding. âStay there, baby. Let me look at you.âÂ
I wanted to curl away but I laid still. A breeze came across the room and lit up the splashes of wetness on my body. My nipples hardened against my piercings, my dripping pussy felt cold and exposed.Â
"Iâm so sorry. Letâs stopâŚâ I mumbled, frustrated.Â
They hummed happily. âOh no, Iâm not done with you.â A big hand pressed down on my tummy, drawing a warm damp cloth across my flesh. They cleaned my pussy, my thighs, my breasts. The relief of it all was so tender.Â
I whimpered, âthank you."Â
Now I felt hands under my hips, turning me to lay on my stomach. Manipulating me onto a plush pile of pillows. Hands on my ass cheeks, fingers digging into my flesh, but never hurting. No pain. I let my weight pull me forward, leaning on my chest & shoulder in the pillows, while they coaxed my ass higher. Spread me wide, then relaxed. Open, closed. Spread, relax. I heard my lips wetly smack together, and I giggled.Â
"Youâre such a wet girl. Look at all that.â My cunt ached at their tone. Then their hands wrapped around my ass, thumbs hooked on my pussylips, and revealed me completely. âGod damn, baby.â Their tongue slid inside my vagina in one slick shot and I nearly swooned into blackness. A squeak escaped my lips, a tremble cruised down both my thighs. No words now. Just the soft muffled sounds of eating and being eaten. Tongue fucking in and out of me. Nibbling my folds. Sucking juice from my pussy, licking up to my asshole, and letting it all drip back down to my clit. âSo fucking wet. So fucking hot."Â
I bit down on my finger, moaning quietly against the bed. A small movement started in my hips allowing me to arch backward and upward even more. Their tongue cupped my clit and then I felt it sucked into their mouth. My body tried to jerk away from the stimulation as I felt the fear of squirting again.Â
I gasped, "no,â but they only pulled me closer, reaffirmed their grip, and hummed lowly.Â
âYes, baby.â One finger started inching inside my pussy as they licked & sucked my clit. The waves of cum started to loom. Another finger inside now, sliding in and out without hesitation, easing my pussy open as that never-tiring tongue swabbed broadly across me.Â
I cried out. Pulled my hand away from my drooling mouth. âI donât want to be messy."Â
I felt them smile as their face pressed against me. "Too late, baby,â and dove back into my pussy. Tongue pressed flush against my clit, two fingers deep inside, fluttering gently against my g-spot.Â
âOh, no."Â
My hips locked down and I leaned back against their face, hearing them moan "YesâŚâ as again my orgasm was pulled out of me. Vagina rhythmically caressing their fingers. They grunted hungrily and held their tongue against my clit as I shuddered in bliss. This time nothing spilled out of me except a choked sob and tendrils of pussy juice. âMmhmm. Come on my face, wet girl.â They kept fingering me while I squirmed. Breathing in gasps and sighs. Feeling the faint buzz in my pussy as their fingers stroked gently, winding me down from the edge.Â
Weight shifted behind me. Hands grasped my hips again and I was eased onto my side. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I was surprised by a wet, salty kiss. My mouth opened readily and accepted the tongue that had fucked and stroked me so well. My taste on their lips. Their teeth on my lips.Â
âYou taste so good, baby. You come so hard when I eat you.â My head fell back while they moved down the bed. Hands rested on my top hip and rolled it forward, easing my pussy into a welcoming, open and beautiful position. I knew at this point I would be a swollen sopping mess, eager to accept any silhouette inside me. My pussy literally drooling as I lay in darkness.Â
Thickness parted my pussylips and we each took a sharp inhale.Â
ââŚFuck."Â
Wet, slick sounds followed as my lover inched their way in and out of me, feeding me a little bit and pulling back to spread my wetness around. "You feel so good, baby. Itâs hard not to fuck the shit out of you right nowâŚâ They hissed a breath across their teeth, straining to keep the pace down. âNot yet.â They pressed forward, going further, digging deeper, pushing my folds open until I was completely filled. âGorgeous.â I shook my head, but they shushed me and cradled my chin in their hand. âGorgeous,â they affirmed me, and as if to prove it they lifted my leg over their shoulder and held me spread that way while buried inside me.Â
Their hands played all over my softness while I warmed their cock. They took gentle handfuls of breast and rolled pierced nips between pinched fingers. They sank fingertips into my belly and ground their hips against mine. I whined without words. They placed one thumb on my clit and the other on my asshole, beginning teasing circles.Â
âOh yes,â I heard myself cry out. Being so exposed, so warm, so gently encouraged, had me ready to accept anything this lover asked.Â
âYes, baby?â They made sure of my consent as their thumbs began pressing firmly into me. I nodded weakly. Ready for more. Ready to take them all. They rolled over my clit with slick motions, making me writhe against their cock, which was still fully inside me. The very tip of their thumb slid in & out of my puckering asshole while they strummed my clit.Â
I was nodding incoherently now, and my voice sounded like someone elseâs as I moaned âYes, please, donât stop touching me.â Then they pushed a thumb completely inside my ass. I whined out âfuck⌠yesâŚ"Â
They groaned happily and began slowly thrusting their cock within my aching cunt. "You feel so fucking good, baby. I canât believe how lucky I am.â They crouched down close to me and I opened my mouth to accept their kiss. âI love making you feel good,â they said between wet, lingering kisses. I felt amazing. Soft, long strokes of hot cock filled me up. Their thumb in my ass nudging just deep enough to feel against their cock. Their hand on my clit, waking it from a daze and edging me toward oblivion. âYou take my cock so well, baby."Â
My pussy gripped around them with a new urgent need and I started to whimper in doubt again. "Wait, I think Iâm going toâŚâ the tension rose in my belly as the need to squirt started to overpower my impending orgasm.Â
They slowed their strokes on my clit and asked, âYou gonna squirt again, baby?"Â
My body blushed. "I donât want to,â I moaned, embarrassed and aroused.Â
âItâs okay. I want you to cum.â Cock slid wetly in and out. My clit sang to me. âI want to make you cum on me,â they grunted.Â
I shook my head but it was too late. âOh fuck, no⌠Iâm cummingâŚâ I crashed into their hips and locked my own, waves of overstimulation racking my body.Â
âOh fuck yes,â they said proudly. Two small sprays danced between us as I came. My vagina gulped at the cock stuffed inside it. I knew my pussy was slobbering all along their length. I sobbed softly, disappointed in my control. âBaby shhh,â they assured my trembling body, âI love it when you make a mess of us.â I closed my eyes behind my blindfold and fought back tears, still fluttering inside as the orgasm settled.Â
I felt their hands leave my pussy and ass, moving to my head, and then remove the blind. âLook at me, honey.â They stroked my sweaty face tenderly. I blinked in the dim light and met their gaze, still embarrassed after all this. They smiled warmly. âYouâre amazing, baby.â Their words were so sweet, voice a soft purr. And they were starting to move into me again. Moaning, my eyes slid closed as I felt their cock open me even more somehow. They wrapped their arms around me and pushed against my softness with an animalistic grunt. Tongues met each other again while we tried to get even closer. Sweat dripped off their face onto mine. âYouâre so wet, so soft. FuckâŚâ I felt a hand holding my shoulder, another cupping and pulling my ass toward them. Their motion got frantic, all their careful work forgotten. âOh fuck, oh fuck, baby, youâre making me cumâŚ"Â
I kissed them and found the courage to say, "cum inside me."Â
Thrust. "You want me to cum now?"Â
Thrust. "Yes⌠please baby. Please cum.â Thrust. I gasped, âPlease cum inside me.â As if casting a spell, I felt their cock throb inside me. I moaned softly, grinding into the new wetness. They groaned and held me tight. Pressed their forehead against my breast and pushed some more inside me. My legs locked around their waist, holding them close and petting their long hair. They shuddered, smiling, pressing their lips to mine. Still churning our mess against each other, cum leaking onto the soaked bed.
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dreamin about bein a big strong werewolf, and the only way bestie can keep me in check is to be my personal fleshlight. breeding their tight little cunt, stretching them out so deep, pounding so desperately, relentlessly. cum spilling out before i rut so deep that i knot them, plugging them full, still draining more and more inside as their head spins. soft growling and panting, hot breath spilling all over them as i occasionally lick their face and neck
