Hi I'm bunny/cumslut/fucktoy. I'm here to explore my sexuality, come along for the ride, and enjoy my bratty submissive fantasies. She/Her 24 y/o (No dick pics please!)
Hi! My name is Bunny. I'm a bratty sub on the road to self discovery. Summoner of Eldritch horrors with many tentacles. Come along for the ride while I share my bratty submissive kinks and fantasies. Don't be shy to share yours and ask me questions.
My likes include:
Breeding
Inspection
Degrading
BDSM
Monster kink
Corruption
CNC
Medical kink
Ask me anything! I'm curious to see what you guys will come up with. I won't give out personal details, so don't bother asking.
MDNI!! If you are a minor or your age isn't on your page, you will be blocked.
Also, please don't send me any dick pics. I'm really not a fan. Rape threats will get you eaten and not in a good way.
Today I’m fantasizing about… You bringing a friend home when I’m sleeping. You sit beside me and jerk off while your friend spreads my legs and licks me until I start to wake up. You tell me to relax, it’s just you, and you wanted me so much you couldn’t wait. I consent softly, half asleep, as your friend sucks my clit and fingers me. Softly moaning, I cum in my sleep. You praise me for getting so wet without even waking up, saying it would be so easy to slip inside. Your friend pushes their cock inside me, filling me completely, making me groan in surprise. You shush me as they slowly pump in and out, telling me it’s okay, I can take it, it feels so good deep in my bare cunt. Your friend grunts softly as they use my soft pussy. You groan and your cock swells as you stroke it, watching them stretch me. I whine softly, but I spread my legs wider. Your friend nods to you, and begins short, deep thrusts. You ask if I’m ready for you, do I want to feel you fill my pussy, do I want your cum deep inside me. I beg for it, whimpering about how rough you’re being. You kiss me as your friend fucks my pussy harder. You tell me it’s okay, just a little bit more, you’re gonna cum so fucking hard inside me. Then they slam into me and shoot thick ropes of cum inside. I cry out as they do it again, and again. You watch their cock pulse inside me, moaning and almost ready to burst. Your friend swears and pulls out of me. I pant, dizzy and somehow still dozing. Streams slowly ooze out of me. Your friend steps away, and you push the cum back in with your cock, fucking me awake again. Forcing your friend’s load into me. Begging me to let you cum inside again, it feels too good, you have to fill me again. I nod, you kiss me and flood my pussy with a huge, hot wave of cum. As you throb inside me you tell me to take both loads deep, my sloppy pussy is so soft and wet right now, so full of your cum, you love making a mess out of me.
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Your boss gives you a serious talk about distracting your coworkers during business hours.
tags- more tentacles, but also blowjobs, yet somehow still femxfem, i made reader subby in this one to be different, uhm idk how to say this f-f-fut- the boss is a chick with a dick... if anyone says anything i'll air this whole bitch out, other than that it's business as usual, DUB-CON EGGS/oviposition
WC- 2.3k (way longer than I meant, but it's for the plot)
NSFW!!!no minors!!!18+ only or I'll vomit and throw up!!!
a/n- i thought of some background for this au but it's too boring to write into the plot so i'll lazily smear it here.
we're a progressive corporation, embracing the true meaning of capitalism to push efficiency to the next level while being cost-effective. thus, tentacles: morale is high, people are happy to be at work, less office drama, decreased stress leads to increased productivity, and employee turnover is at an all-time low. HR had initially been hesitant so the CEO decided to slowly implement the program, selecting a few basic tentacle varieties to be bred in small tanks for workplace use. A few hand-picked employees were brought in as potential candidates for the program. You're one of those people.
The results were promising after the short test period was over, so more of your coworkers are gradually being filtered into the program as necessary. It's a short screening and interview process to make sure it's in the best interest of the company, but almost half the office has something to sit on by now.
You're at your desk, same as every morning. Iced coffee on a crochet-square coaster and black wedges worrying a hole in your carpet. You received an email from your boss late last night asking to meet with you, which is an unnecessary courtesy when she could have her secretary drag you to the top floor at any time. That's why your clothes are a little nicer today. The colors of your cardigan and top match the paneled skirt brushing your thighs as you stand up.
Nerves buzz through you as the elevator chugs its way to the top floor. You check your lipstick in the mirrored doors before they slide open. Your boss' secretary is blond, hair wrapped up and pinned by a chopstick while her spectacle-framed eyes point at you.
"She's on the phone right now," the secretary says politely before you even step out of the elevator. She smiles and motions for you to sit down in one of the armchairs positioned behind an oak coffee table.
"You don't have to be nervous." She straightens her glasses to look at you better over the computer monitor. A placard displaying her name glints on the black desk. "I don't think you're in trouble."
"Thanks." You tentatively return the smile, relaxing a little in your seat.
The secretary idly asks you about your day, but butterflies still swim around your stomach. You jump a little when the office door cracks open.
"Oh, I'm glad you could make it." Your boss gestures for you to come in. It's sparsely furnished, two uncomfortable-looking chairs in front of an imposing desk. She shuts the door behind you. A soft hand on your lower back corrals you further into the room. "I promise this isn't entirely disciplinary."
"But your secretary said I wasn't in trouble," you mumble. You immediately regret not managing a greeting first.
"She's less informed than I am." Her hand leaves your back. "Sit."
You instantly comply, jamming yourself onto the stiff cushion adorning one of the chairs. The armrests are a little too high and the flat back reclines more than is comfortable. You sit up nice and straight with the kind of poise they teach in etiquette school.
"I'm sorry, Miss-"
She cuts you off with a firm hand on your shoulder, soothingly working its way down your back as she bends over to level with you.
"You seem to know what this is about, so just explain to me what happened."
You blush furiously as you recall what happened in the bathroom last week and shake your head, no.
Her long nails raise goosebumps on the nape of your neck as she cups the back of your head. "I promise, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Okay." You take a deep breath before speaking again. "I've really liked this new initiative, my productivity has never been better, but I was issued the blue variety. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, but it feels too good."
"I noticed you didn't bring it today and you seem anxious." Your boss draws away, leaning against the edge of her desk positioned in front of you. "Why's that?"
"I make such a mess when I cum that I have to rush to the bathrooms every time. My coworker was only concerned after seeing me leave." You hesitantly meet her eyes. Maybe your vibrant flush isn't so bad now or she won't notice. "We didn't mean to. She was just curious."
"So you really didn't mean to be distracting?" A warm smile breaches her face and you feel a little reassured.
"No, Miss." You shake your head. "I didn't mean to."
"Good." Her heels tap deftly on the carpeting as she walks behind her desk and picks up the phone. After a few rings, someone picks up on the other end. "Hey, Melissa-" you recognize the name of her secretary, "bring in the pink tank, yeah?"
The handset lands sideways on the dialer and her attention goes back to you. "I think we can fix your problem."
"Sounds good." You try to make your voice sound confident and sure as a soft smile spreads across your face. Your eyes follow her across the room when she moves to the door, opening it to let Melissa in.
Both of the secretary's hands are full, holding up a glass terrarium covered with a black cloth. She sets the tank on a set of filing cabinets before leaving. You can hear something fumbling around inside of the tank and the thought makes your thighs squeeze together. The movement is masked by adjusting yourself on the firm cushion.
"So, blue wasn't a good fit for you at the office?" She flicks the lights off before removing the black cloth. "Sorry, this little guy is sensitive to the light. That's why it wants to be tucked up under your skirt."
A pink, maybe fuchsia, tentacle sits upright in the tank. It's not as long or thin as the blue one you have at home and you don't see any suckers. Your boss slides off the lid of the narrow terrarium and strokes up and down the shiny pink skin. The tentacle doesn't look very slimy either, reflecting a dull satin when she pulls it out to show you.
"It loves a wet environment," she continues. You're glued to your seat, watching the sleepy appendage begin to twitch in her hands as she brought it closer. "Just soaks it up. So, do you wanna get acquainted?"
You nod dumbly and her smile grows. The shape of the seat becomes apparent when she pushes you to lay on the reclined back. She guides your right thigh, nearest to her over the armrest and you follow diligently with your left.
"So you're the one making such a mess in the bathroom," she has a mocking lilt to her voice as she pushes the gusset of your panties to the side. Her thumb and forefinger spread you open, slipping up and down your lips until the squish is audible. "I think I have the perfect friend for you."
The bunched up fabric of your skirt makes it impossible for you to see the tentacle as it presses to your pussy. Much like your other one, the fat base eases into your ass, not that you're ever empty long. The feeling of a tentacle anchoring inside you has become familiar by now, but the extra girth makes you whine at the stretch; a soft noise barely heard out the back of your throat.
Curving towards your stomach, the fat tentacle follows the V of her fingers up to your clit and further still until the thick muscle completely covers you. That's when you feel it begin to unfold, splitting down the middle lengthwise. There's texture to it now, thousands of excited feelers begin to touch everywhere at once.
"Look at that." Your boss slides your panties back into place. "No mess." She barely glances at your face, eyes fixed on how the thin strip of fabric stretches over the tentacle. The pink muscle is latched onto your cunt as it's movements become more decisive. A particular bundle of feeler begins to pulse around your clit and a bunch shoves shallowly into your slippery opening.
"N-no mess." The arms of the chair are beginning to cut off your circulation from digging into your thighs, so you sit up straight again. The rush of pleasure is even better when you're grinding on top of it. The tiny tendrils shape themselves to press against every part of your pussy, soaking up all the slick coming out of your hole. You let out a short moan, catching it between your lips before it escapes completely.
"Fuck," she groans under her breath. Her hand drops to cover the bulge growing in the front of her black slacks. It's impossible not to notice when her hips are at eye level. "Now I'm the one getting distracted."
She palms the growing erection as she leans against the desk in front of you, still looking at where your desperate hips ride the seat. You can feel everything the crafty thing is doing to you, widening your sopping cunt by popping more and of the tiny appendages past your entrance.
"You don't mind helping out your coworkers, right, so what about me?"
The sticky feelers pinch harder at your clit when you lean forward and you can feel your mouth watering when she unzips her slacks.
"I don't mind at all, Miss." You try to sound polite between your heavy breathing and soft creaking as you hump the chair. The leather seat adheres to your skin from sweat, making a sticky sound when the backs of your thighs pull away. You get down on your knees, already predicting the rugburn from how rough the carpet is.
"Aren't you the sweetest." She caresses the side of your face, a thumb grazing the apple of your cheek as your hands run up her clothed thighs. She leans back on her hands, looking down over the swell in her chest.
You can feel how hard she is when you palm over her boxers, reaching under her waistband to pull out her cock. A pearl of precum is quickly kissed and her gentle touch never leaves, only moving higher to carefully wrap around your ponytail. She moans loudly when you lick up more from her drooling dick, the prettiest sound you'd heard all day.
She pushes past your lips, prodding the tip to your mouth when it's parted in a quiet moan. Slow and steady, you swallow her entire length, letting inch by inch enter you warm mouth until your throat is filled up too. You're barely able to breath, nose pressed into the curly trail of hair that stretches up to her navel.
"What a slut." A mean roll of her hips makes you gag and choke around her. The muscles of your throat tighten, but she's so deep that you can't taste the precum dripping out of her. "You're just made to suck dick."
She gently scratches your scalp, a shallow rhythm building as you adjust to her size. All the spit pooling on your tongue runs out, a milky thread of saliva threatens to drip onto the ground as she fucks the spit and pre out of your dirty mouth. Your eyes roll back when she hits the back of your mouth, smothering you with her throbbing cock.
You let her use your mouth however she wants, melting into the grip on the back of your head as guidance and taking it all. The feeling building in your lower stomach has your eyes slowly crossing as you lose focus, too lost in the massage your pussy is getting to care that you'll be raspy tomorrow.
She's so close; you can tell from how much you have to swallow from her heavy tip. Your hand comes up to stroke her pretty shaft, running your fingers down the veins to pull back the foreskin and kiss right on her needy head. Her gasps get louder as you jack her off, keeping your mouth suckling all the stickiness out of her cock. You can feel how full of cum she is, ready to spurt into your greedy mouth any second.
The tentacle starts to fill you up after you've been stretched enough. Your cute cunny is spread wide by the feelers and you can't help but moan on her dick as it stuffs you with something you've never felt before. This is something firm and gelatinous, more squishes in deeper as you grind back onto your heel and crams its way inside your pussy until you pull off to whine, "It's too much, Miss."
An irritated grunt, and she's pushing your head back down. Her tip smears across your chin before she's shoving back between your lips. You don't ask anymore questions, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you dutifully suck her off. Her hips move sloppily, stunted little thrusts until she spills over the edge.
You make sure not to let any stain the carpet, draining her twitching dick until you have a tummy full of cum and she's shaking from overstimulation. Your insides are aching from whatever the fuck the little monster has given to your cumdump.
"Those're it's eggs, sweet thing." Your boss grins down at you. "They're pink too." Her fingers slip into your mouth when you open it in protest, holding your tongue between her ring and middle until you give up on speaking. "Don't worry, there's a pill that makes them fall out when you pee. Just enjoy it."
Your demeanor softens as the jelly eggs begin to stick to your walls. They make you extra sensitive, clinging like they're barbed as a steady stream is still being released. The slight release of pressure as the first egg pops through your cervix makes you realize how much more you can take. The band in your stomach tightens impossibly and snaps as your pussy squirts onto the fat tentacle.
The tendrils coax it all out of you, rolling your swollen bud around until you’re crying around your boss's fingers. She's keeping you muffled, so the floor below you doesn't hear too.
A shudder runs through your body, thighs quivering from the weight of holding yourself up. The thick tentacle cleans you up, hungrily taking in all your sweetness as it seeps into the ridges between the feelers.
"Can you lift up your skirt for me?" she asks gently, dragging her fingers out of your mouth.
You nod and pull the fabric back. Your underwear is still in place, perfectly clean, dry, and straining around the swell of the tentacle. Nobody would be able to tell what a wreck you were if it weren't for the shake in your muscles and mess on your face.
"Good." Her hand lifts your chin, delicately telling you to stand up. "I'll have my assistant drop off those pills by the end of the day."
"Thank you," is the only thing you can manage to mumble out as humiliation washes over you.
"And please remember to take them, yeah?"
"Yes, Miss."
She smiles and extends her hand, still sticky from your spit, for you to shake before leaving.
AUHGAJKDSLDKC My cart is almost empty THE AGONY; plot twist, the real secret to productivity is actually not tentacles. ughghhg this series is getting tired
Okay, here you go… same tags as before + some girl-on-girl
Part 3
NSFW, no minors 18+, no children, go away
You don't expect this, your coworker's shyness quickly melts away. Replaced by curiosity as she watches cum drip out of you, obscenely splattering on the floor and dribbling down your legs in thin blue ribbons.
"Where do I get one of those?" She points a shaky finger at your cunt, at the thin tentacle that takes forever to slide out of you.
A low whine leaves your throat as your pussy squeezes around the suckers. they are dragged along your sensitive insides until you're left completely empty. Satisfied with itself, the tentacle begins to wind comfortably around your hip and thigh.
You turn around, avoiding her sparkling eyes as they greedily take you in.
"Um, i-it's work issued. For productivity," you say softly, still looking at the floor. Her shoes shuffle towards you to make the tight stall seem even smaller.
She softly strokes your cheek, trailing a less innocent hand under your skirt to feel at the monster wrapped around your thigh.
"Can you use it on me?" You can feel her hot breath against your face as she leans closer. Her touches are so gentle, waiting for you to guide her, teach her.
You look up at her between damp lashes, her pretty blushing lips are pouting until you say, yes, and start to kiss her. It quickly turns to a messy makeout as your hands crawl up her skirt. She moans into your mouth as her black panties come down around her stilettos.
You can feel how wet her pussy is as she grinds against your thigh, leaving stickiness glossing your skin. The tentacle smells her arousal and loosens on your thigh, shifting and readjusting to bump her clit better.
She pulls away from your lips with a pop as the blue appendage skims up the curve of her ass. She looks at you, a lewd look of excitement flashing across her features as you hear the tentacle pop into her butt. She pants, heavier and quicker than before and clings to your hips for support.
"What? Is it too much?" You tease.
Her hands tighten on you as the thing starts to figure out how to make her squirm. She hides her soft noises in your neck with her drool pooling in the dips of your collar bones. You begin to undo her blouse. The black buttons come undone, one after the other.
She can't let you go, so the silk hangs around her elbows. Her cute little moans and the slick sound of the tentacle filling her up are making your pussy start to throb again.
She gets too loud as you play with her nipples. Your cool touch is torture on the brown buds, stiffening as you roll them back and forth between your fingers. Her perky tits get pinker as you pinch at them and her moans pitch higher. You can feel yourself getting warmer too, abandoning one of her breasts to roll a palm against your cunny.
She's on her knees as soon as your hand drops, pushing your arm and panties aside to nose at your clit. Now you're the one being too loud, whimpering into your clean hand as she shoves her tongue into you.
"I'll cum soon-," she gasps against you, cut off as you try to catch up, hand tangled in her hair to press her closer. She looks up at you, eyes going in and out of focus. The brown fabric of her skirt is bunched around her waist. You can't see the tentacle except for the bulge in her tummy as it fills her up. Two fingers begin to stretch you open. You're so easy to push into, so she forces them as deep as she can reach. She knows what to do when your breath comes faster, latching her perfect lips around your clit as she milks your g-spot.
"Please." It almost hurts, but you're so close to orgasm that you can't seem to care. "I can't squirt again."
Her nods tug at your clit and her fingers are insistent. The digits fuck your pussy into a creamy mess. A third slipping into you makes your thighs start to shake. You cry out as you cum, gushing down her lips and chin as she sucks you through it.
A single tear traces down her cheek, falling into the crease of your thigh. "It's not letting me cum." She leans back to show you her twitching cunt. The tentacle has stilled in her stuffed pussy, leaving her needy and begging.
"That's because it's mine, baby. You'd need to get your own for it to do that." You laugh softly and start to pull your pet out of her. A parting kiss on her puffy lips leaves your mouth wet from her juices.
You straighten your clothes and clean up before leaving the bathroom, fixing any smudged makeup as you hear her desperately trying to cum in the back stall.
Those who asked to be tagged- @mishaglass @gummie-soup + the anon ask
I saw someone comment about eggs on the last part and it kinda had me thinking... I have like no time to write anymore but drop me some inspiration anyway
NSFW: tentacle smut, anal, vaginal, squirting, public, exhibitionism, getting caught (non-con to the viewer?) yep that's it
There's pt. 2 and pt. 3
NO MINORS 18+ ONLY
Thinking about a pet tentacle that stays in your panties all day. Nobody can see it under your skirt. The fatter end plugs your butt. Its length is textured by suckers on one side, in the same shiny blue as the skin. It runs up and down your slit, letting the slick suckers wake your pussy up, sliding through the sticky mess dripping out of you. The tip softly suctions to your sensitive clit, making your thighs squeeze shut on the bumpy bus ride to work.
Once you sit at your desk, lost on a floor of cubicles, the tentacle begins to double over itself to push into your cunt. You try to stay focused on the spreadsheet in front of you, but your slick and the lubrication oozing from the tentacle is beginning to soak through your underwear. The disgusting squish of the appendage writhing inside of you can be heard coming from between your legs.
It stretches you open so good and you hump the chair for more stimulation. You can feel the end buried in your ass begin to throb, signaling that it's close to release. Your heavy breathing starts turning into soft whines and moans that you can't seem to keep down.
The swollen tentacle fucks you harder, frantically pushing into your pussy as far as it can until you're completely full. Your muscles clench and spasm around it as the suckers brush all the best spots inside of you. In a haze, you stumble to the bathroom, rushing into the back stall before you cum all over your cubicle.
You grip the handicap bar as the head of the tentacle pops off your clit to shove inside of you too.
You hold onto the bar firmly, bent over to press your chest to the wall. One hand flips up your skirt and shoves your panties down your thighs. A shiver runs through you as the cool air hits your exposed cunt, all sloppy and wet from being stimulated all day. With more room to move, the greedy tentacle fucks you faster, sucking itself into your pussy as you could feel the entire muscle pulse.
Your middle finger gently teases your clit, circling around and around the little nub until you’re so close to cumming, practically spilling over the edge when you hear the door creak.
“Oh, no n- shit.” You never locked the stall, and you watch in horror as your co-worker slams the stall door open.
“Hey, are you feeling oka…” She trails off. Eyes widening but never leaving your cunt, all puffy and fucked out. Her jaw slackens and you give up on trying to speak as the tentacle begins to ejaculate. Milky-blue cum floods into you and overflows to trickle down your pretty thighs.
Your co-worker won't make eye-contact with you, but through her shy demeanor, you see the lust dusting her cheeks with red as she watches you. Your sensitive cunny twitches around the fat tentacle as you squirt everywhere.
You've made a mess of the bathroom, your legs are almost too weak to support you, and your co-worker still hasn't spoken.
Finally, in a shaky voice she says, “where do I get one of those?”
A/N- I kinda want a pt 2 where you use it on the co-worker, but idk if that's too over the top.
A couple ppl asked for this, so I made it real quick bc i'm not finished with anything else yet. This au was already cursed but now it's worse.
Go read Part 1 if you haven't already <3
tags- smut, tentacles/vines, ovi->hatching, aphrodisiac so non-con too? the witch is futa
wc- 1.2k
No minors, 18+ ONLY
The eggs kept warm in your pussy hatch several days before The Witch even remembers you're stuck in the rosehip bush. She needs shears to get you out. Even then, some of the vines encircling you have grown too strong and she doesn't bother cutting them. It's not worth the effort to totally free you, so she trims just enough to check your pulse and pry your trembling legs apart.
You whine as she stops you from rubbing your thighs together. Her eyes feel hot. You know she's staring at you even though you can't see it. Each egg has hatched into a thin tentacle, ending in a pulsing rosebud. The seedlings stretched and thickened, growing unnaturally fast. She could see your poor pussy could barely take it.
The plant doesn't have to feed you its sugary nectar so forcefully anymore. You slurp it off a dripping blossom whenever your mind gets a little too clear. It hangs above your lips, waiting for you to loll your tongue out and suck it off again. You're looking up but can't see the ceiling of the greenhouse through the vegetation. The Witch hasn't cut the vines milking your tits either, conveniently letting them continue to pinch and suck at your stiff nipples.
She lifts your hips up to prop you up on her thighs. It's difficult for you to make proper words, but you moan and buck weakly until she touches you. Her finger gently circles your slick entrance and loops up to your clit in a lazy figure-eight. The muscles in your cunt spasm and your thighs try to clamp shut on her hand, but her shoulders keep you spread open.
She settles her thumb on your clit, swirling around the button. Her other hand begins to pull out one of the tentacles. The first of many. It doesn't come free easily. The vine squirms in her grip in an attempt to rip free from her fingers.
You groan as the bloom slips out of you and she tosses it onto your stomach. It leaves stickiness in its wake, wriggling down your abdomen to latch its petals onto your clit. Her fingers dip back into your pussy to ease out the next seedling. Your mouth hangs open in a gasp as the pulsing vine massages your walls. The bud feeding you nectar takes advantage and shoves past your lips. You don't resist or complain, glad that it muffles all your whining.
The second vine winds itself around the others. It's firmly stuck inside you, using the knot of the other twisting tentacles as an anchor. You can feel them shift and rub on your insides. One of the buds still inside you is gently suctioned to your g-spot and it's making you see stars. The witch's grip tightens and she sits back on her heels to get the thing out. You're so wet. Pussy drooling down to gloss your puckered hole.
"Fuck," she grunts and finally, the vine pops free. "I should've pulled these weeds earlier."
You can feel her cock beneath her robes, twitching in frustration against your lower back. It throbs when you arch your spine to grind on it, hoping to tempt her into taking it out. A deep groan crawls from her throat as her hips rut weakly. She barely moves, but you can feel as the girthy outline of her dick drags between your asscheeks.
The newly freed vine twirls itself around her wrist. It stays, cuffing her arm as she yanks on another. The blossom on your clitty suckles and tugs until it's swollen. It gives a couple throbs of warning then you're cumming. Cream drips out of you as your cunt spurts juice down your legs. The vine loudly squelches when it comes loose. Your gaping hole flutters as the sensitive edges squeeze nothing.
You're given a couple seconds to catch your breath. She tentatively swipes the rosebud through your slit. A translucent film of your slick coats the head as she guides it down. The thing thrashes in her grip, fighting to dive back into your sloppy pussy. She tosses it aside and resumes her task.
She pulls over a dozen of those slippery vines out. The discarded seedlings take turns sucking your clit or putting hickeys on your skin. A couple of them wander a bit low and nose at your fluttering asshole. You're already lubed up for the eager buds. They slip in easily once their syrup starts to ooze down your skin. You grind on her cock the whole time. All your mess has soaked through the layers of her robes.
There are only a few vines left inside you, tucked so deep in your cunny that her fingers can't reach. She shoves her middle finger as deep as it can go and tries to coax one out. None of the tendrils take the bait, staying tightly coiled against your cervix.
You can feel them in your guts, rearranging as she presses a palm into the flesh of your tummy. That's all it takes for you to cum, adding more glaze to your inner thighs. She drags a finger through the middle to give it a try. And you taste sickeningly sweet. Laced with the same aphrodisiac that the rosehips keep pumping into you.
It makes her unfold the front of her robes and rub her palm over her flushed tip. She's so close to the edge, leaking a river of pre-cum from her cockhead. Her bottom lip is tucked under her incisors to keep her moans in. She quickly lines up her fat tip and thrusts in. Your pussy is greedy, taking every aching inch as she pushes her hips flush to the backs of your thighs.
Her cock barely pulls out before she's bullying it deeper into your oversensitive pussy. The vines still stuck curl tightly around her dick. They spiral to form thick ridges up the length. One of the tendrils winds higher, slipping out of you, and chokes her heavy balls. Her angry cock rams into you over and over as the tightness keeps her from cumming. If she were to pull out now, the starter plants would be successfully removed, but there's not much she can think about besides getting off. The tentacles must be intent on torturing her. They stroke her swollen shaft as she pounds into you, but never let a drop of cum spill out.
"Please, please, please." You hear The Witch whine, words slurring together as her thrusts get rushed and sloppy. She's desperate for her release.
Your legs start to go numb from being thrown around her shoulders for so long. She doesn't let up, using you until the vine that's edging her decides to loosen. Her cock pulses inside you before bursting.
Warm sticky semen pours into you, squeezed from her spurting tip as her hips snap forward. The vines finish milking her dry, filling you up with her own seed. She refuses to pull her dick out, plugging her cum inside with the fat knot of vines cinched around her base.
She keeps you like that for what feels like hours. Your cunt weakly clenching around her the whole time. She'd beaten it into a puffy mess and your short orgasms shoot through you like electric shocks. Two small blooms still plug your ass, butt staying stuffed even as she starts to twist and ease her cock out. Her opalescent spend comes out in gushes each time your muscles tense. The new propogations have all been removed and she lets them play with your pussy and tits some more as she clears the remaining vines.
sneaking into a witch’s garden to steal something and her vines fertilize you 😩😩 (this sentence is crazy bruh)
wait til she finds you in the morning and fucks you with her huge dick
NSFW, Minors DNI (18+ obv)
TAGS: non-con monsterfucking, vines/plants, aphrodisiac, ovi, all holes, futanari, this is so cursed lol, also a period piece ig
WC- 1.1k
You're hungry. The kind of starving that makes you ask the grocers at the market for vegetable scraps, lift bread loaves out of unattended baskets, and hop the ten-foot cobblestone wall into your neighbor's garden.
You feel like an idiot as soon as you make it into the witch's yard. Nobody ever got away with stealing from her, yet here you were, shivering in the frigid winter twilight, inching across her frosted lawn to the brightly lit greenhouse.
The heavy glass doors barely creak and you're almost sucked in by the humid air. The empty gurgle in your gut makes you press on through the rows of plants, looking for something edible or incredible to make off with.
You search the entire greenhouse before making the mistake of sniffing at her rose bushes. They smell sweet, much less harsh and organic than a normal rose. You sniff deeply into the blossom as it pushed against your nose.
Your mind is gone after that first inhale. The careful brambles shred your clothes, letting the rags fall to the dirt while they carefully wrap around your body. The rosebuds drip with a sweet syrup. It leaks into the seam of your mouth, making you lick out to taste it, to suckle the nectar from the buds until you're drowning in it.
You've been completely pulled into the rose bushes now, so tangled in the tenacious little plant that you couldn't get out if you wanted to. You drink down whatever the bud gives you, even as the sticky liquid makes you gasp and choke. More of the buds press to the corner of your mouth, smearing the substance across your jaw and neck, some drop lower, opening their petals to suckle on your swollen nipples. You haven't noticed how heavy your breasts have gotten. The tight binding of the vines had to adjust so the hungry rosebuds could suck on your fat tits.
Milk spurts out of you as the vines squish and squeeze at your heaving chest. You can hardly breathe. Something is in the syrup, making your mind numb and skin tingle as it smears on your sensitive body. Globs of sticky nectar drip onto your clit so it twitches and throbs as a greedy bud latches onto it. Your hips buck, bumping into a bundle of slender stamen that prod at your entrance. They move with your hips to work your pussy open. The tendrils twist their way into your tight hole and slowly expand. The sucker on your clit helps your muscles relax, but the demanding stretch is too much.
You groan loudly, parting your lips to pant as the fibers pry your cunt apart. The blossom at your lips forces its way deeper, sliding over your tongue, dripping down your throat, snaking its way so deep you can't taste the sweetness of the syrup its pumping into you.
Suddenly, the stretch isn't so bad anymore and you moan, sounding more like a gurgle around the obstruction. You can feel them exploring your insides. The stamen probe at your cervix, getting as deep as possible before turning you into a proper seed bed. It slowly starts to pump you full of spawn, feeding eggs into your cunt with thick spurts of the rose nectar. Your eyes roll back as the band in your belly tightens. It snaps as the effects of the drugged plant take over. Your pussy tingles, walls clenching, squishing the eggs and juice in as you cum. Pathetic dribbles leak down your thighs as the mess sprays out of you.
Streams of milk lead from your nipples, pooling beneath each breast. You're leaking too fast for the rosebuds to suckle up. Time seems to move slow, or fast. You don't really know, counting the eggs being shoved into you instead of the minutes. At least your tummy is full now. You've been well fed by the vine lodged in your throat.
The witch finds you in the morning when she comes to garden. You're so tucked away in the vines, she would've missed you if not for the sound. You're squishing and sloshing from being so stuffed full by her naughty flora.
"Looks like my rosehips like you, they've made you into a perfect seedbed. It's kinda kismet because I've been meaning to propagate them." She grabs your hips, wrenching you halfway out of the bush to look at what the plant has done to you. "The rosehips only care about breeding, so it's left your cute little ass all empty."
Her finger swirls through your drooling folds before dipping lower and sinking into your butt. You're so tight, already squirming around one little finger. She palms her cock with her other hand as she fucks you open on her fingers. Slick drips down from your cunt to help lube up your hole. You watch her black skirt start to lift as she gets harder. Her dripping tip starts to poke from beneath the hem as she grows. Thick semen runs from the blunt head of her fat dick. She lets it land in your cunt, left gaping by the twenty six eggs the rose has planted in you.
The witch only puts two fingers in your ass before forcing her dick in. She grunts and huffs, grip on your hips only growing tighter with each stunted thrust. You're strung out on the aphrodisiac being fed down your throat. You've been drinking it all night long, more full than you've been in months. The fat cockhead catches on your rim each time she pulls back, you clench and twitch around her, squeezing the life out of her dick.
You take it all, sucking all thirteen inches into your puckering hole. She rolls her hips against yours, mesmerized by how your your cunt twitches and tightens as she fucks you. She's so big and pent up, so it doesn’t take long for her to release, cumming deep in your guts as her balls pump her sticky spunk into you.
You hardly control your body anymore, murmuring weakly as you squirt on the witch's dick. She keeps a punishing pace and you love it. The rough drag of her throbbing cock makes your muscles tense and squeeze. She tugs the bud away from your left tit, leaning down to suck on your abused nipple.
"Your milk's sweet. Taste it." She suckles from you again and spits it between your lips, already left open by the vine, but you can taste the milk as it hits your tongue. It's so good, you're almost jealous she gets to drink it. She mouths at your breast, giving kitten licks to the liquid beading on your cute brown nubs.
You’re making such a mess of cum on her stomach as she leans over you. The overstimulation is hard to register from how hazy your mind’s become. Your clit pulses from being sucked on all night, spasming again whenever she has you at the fullest. She has your ass so stuffed it makes your eyes cross and the stamen are trying to push another egg in you. Every orgasm wrecks you, cresting tears over your cheeks as she keeps her lips pressed around your chest to nurse from you.
Not many people are stupid enough to steal from the witch anymore, and her cock gets so painfully hard when she doesn’t have a slut like you to take care of it. She takes out all of her frustration on your poor virgin ass. You’re so ruined now, only able to cum and spread your legs more because that’s all the aphrodisiac allows you to think about.
you’ve lost count of how many eggs are in your sticky cunt, always being given more and more as you adjust. Your butt is stretched so much by her swollen length that she’s trained you to take her whenever she wants. Your rim easily swallows up her fingers, tongue, or dick, sometimes dildos, whatever she felt like watching you squirt on.
The witch’s cock keeps you plugged up every morning. It's the only routine you can seem to keep track of these days. Oh well, who knows why you came here in the first place anyway?
A/n- i wrote this in one sitting (it’s noticeable)
Your package has arrived. Prancing to her front door, the girl peers through the window to ensure the delivery driver has left. Retrieving the box from the doormat, the girl smuggles it inside. It’s heavier than I expected. She had spent weeks researching her purchase and begrudgingly followed the sane advice. Your first dildo should be a bit on the smaller side. Don’t get something with a lot of extra features. Keep it simple. Opening up the package, she’s giddy for the slim, smooth, featureless dildo inside. To finally feel what it’s like to be penetrated by more than just her fingers.
A pause. The object inside looks nothing like what she expected. Checking the packing slip, she sees the brand she ordered - a complete mismatch to what she received. Lifting the weighty sex toy from the box, the girl is baffled at how they could have mistaken the two items. The dildo she had ordered was small and sleek. This was…
…thick, ridged, bumpy, veiny, completely inhuman. Everything her research had told her to avoid for her first. Disappointment and curiosity rumble through her as she sits on her bed, staring at the monstrous toy. Her eyes drift down the shaft. Near the base of the cock is a huge knot. She remembers feeling frustrated when she was advised against starting off with a toy like that. Of all the bells and whistles she wanted, that knot was the most difficult to let go. Now she was alone with it.
I should return it. It’s a shipping error. I should start smaller. Her hands stroke the silicone cock. I could just play with it a bit. Maybe wash it and return it. I’ve waited so long. She slips out of her panties.
Rubbing the cock against her hips and thigh, she touches her wet pussy. Seeing the dildo lying against her small frame sends shivers through her body. No wonder they said to start small. The thick, veiny cock would be a big stretch for her, even without the knot. But just rubbing would be fine…
Squeezing it between her thighs, she begins to slide her pussy up and down the shaft. Every bump and crevasse on the wicked cock makes her body tingle. Her heart pounds when she rubs her clit against the knot. Comparing the size of the toy against her petite body, she can see that if it was any larger it would reach her belly button.
Just the tip. A fib as old as sex itself. Bringing her hips over the head of the cock, she straddles the monster and touches it to her hole. The girl’s wet pussy nestles against it. The tip is already slippery from her cum. As she works it inside of her, she strokes the knot. Her favourite fantasy plays out in her head.
Something like this… would just… take me… Her hips drop as she pulls the monstrous dildo up into her tiny cunt. A sweet, squeaky moan and she rolls onto her back. The cock is thrust into her again and again, stopping at the knot each time. The harsh features make her pussy wet. It wouldn’t care, even if it broke me… Gripping the base she thrusts faster.
The girl’s toes curl as she watches the toy pound her. Through half closed eyes she imagines the horrifying creature that would have a cock like that. It wouldn’t stop at the knot… It wouldn’t understand if I begged it not to… Her nails dig into her breast, leaving long scratch marks against her chest.
Ragged breathing as she claws at her body. “It won’t fit. Stop. It won’t fit.” The girl makes it fit. She howls as the knot stretches her needy pussy to it’s limit – then cums as it pops inside. Lost in her fantasy, she bucks her hips and tries to fit the inch of cock below the knot inside her. Her finger touches a hidden button under the silicone in the base.
A faint click. Not yet at the end of her orgasm, the dildo comes to life. Mechanisms inside the toy cause the knot to grow. Vibrations run from the base up deep inside of her. The curved shaft lurches, bouncing against her g-spot. The monstrous toy fucks the overstimulated virgin. She lets out a shriek and tries to pull the toy out.
It’s no use. The swollen knot has hooked itself inside of her tight hole. Fumbling with the base, she fails to turn it off. Rolling around in her bed, she fails to remove it. The girl watches helplessly as a faint bump pushes out between her bellybutton and pussy – the head of the cock pounding her from inside.
Unable to separate fantasy from reality, she loses herself in her favourite dream. It just wants to breed you… stop fighting… make it cum… that’s the only way to make it stop… Delirious, the girl starts to rub her clit. The buzzing toy throbs inside of her. Let it breed you… let it take you… you can’t stop it… She squeezes herself as tight together as she can. It won't hurt you if you're a good hole... She makes herself a breeding slave for the monster.
An hour later, she’s finally found the hidden button. The vibrations stop, and the knot returns to its normal girth. Laying in a puddle of sweat and cum, she eases the abomination out of her ruined pussy. Exhausted and shivering, she hugs the soaked toy next to her naked body. The girl’s mouth opens, and her tongue touches the thick vein on the side of the cock. Working downwards, she licks and cleans the knot.
So how about a slime creature that grows when it's placed in water?
At least, that's what it said on the website. Or… what you thought it said on the website? The whole thing had been in Latin, you'd had to use a shitty translation app to help you navigate buying the slime.
Which had maybe not been the best idea.
You scratched your head as you peered down into the bathtub. The slime was a luminous blue, utterly mesmerising as it floated in the water. But it had only grown two or three inches, a far cry from the infinitus the website had promised. Had they sent you a dud? What was the store's return policy? Were you gonna have to run the whole stupid thing through the translation app too?
Just the thought made you groan.
"Ugh, I just wanna cum, I don't wanna do more work." Continuing to grumble under your breath, you scooped the slime out of the tub. It was about the size of your palm, an oddly affectionate little creature. You peered at it curiously as it curled around your fingers and wrist.
Okay, now you were, like… two percent less willing to send the slime back.
Bathwater trickled down your bare skin as you headed back to your bedroom. The slime had securely wrapped itself around your wrist—it wasn't cute, it wasn't—so you had to snatch up your lap top one handed and scoot awkwardly back on the mattress until you were reclining on your mountain of plushes and pillows.
You pulled up the site you'd bought the slime from, squinting at the screen where most companies kept a little Contact Us link.
"Who the fuck hosts a website in Latin?"
Who the fuck buys sex toys from a website hosted in Latin? a sensible voice in the back of your mind countered.
Muttering under your breath, you spared a brief moment to be grateful the little slime was moving around, creeping curiously up your arm and into the crook of your elbow. Which was perfect, because that meant you could try and fail to translate this stupid goddamn page with both hands.
You spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between cursing and… Well, no, you were just cursing. And all the while, the little slime was creeping along your skin, tickling down from your arm and across your belly. The touch was cool and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. You were about to reach over to move it—it slipped passed your bellybutton—when you saw what you were looking for.
"Finally!" You shifted on the mattress, slime forgotten as you clicked the link and began working on translating that. So focused on what you were doing, you didn't notice as the slime moved lower… and lower…
… and lower…
"Eeek!"
The slime had found the entrance to your cunt and was burrowing inside you. Shocked little jolts of pleasure burst through you as you squirmed; you shut your laptop with shaky hands, almost tossing it across the room as your hands dropped to your pussy. The little slime was too quick, though, slipping through your folds and deep into your cunt in a matter of seconds.
And then you didn't want to stop it.
A suprised little moan escaped you as the creatures seemed to twist and turn inside you, rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. Your earlier irritation dissolved into nothing as arousal took its place, your cunt getting soaked embarrassingly quickly.
Okay, maybe I don't need that return policy after all.
Fuck, the little slime was relentless, writhing around in your cunt that made your hips buck, searching for friction that wasn't to be had. Maybe this could work out if you humped a pillow or—?
The slime was getting bigger.
You hadn't noticed at first, too surprised by what it was doing to take notice of its size. But there was no denying it; the wetter you got, the more the little—or not, at this point—slime seemed to lap it up. And that was when realisation dawned.
Maybe the slime had just needed a different kind of wetness.
The creature was lengthening inside you, thickening in a way that made a delighted cry slip free from your throat without your permission. The wet sounds of your cunt filled the air, the most heavenly, hedonistic accompaniment to your loud moans. Something slick and cool flickered over your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you as your pussy gushed.
You stared down at yourself, willing the slime to emerge, just for a second, so you could get a look at it. The slime must have easily doubled in size by now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
It was getting hard to think. Your hands moved up to cup your tits, rolling your nipples and squeezing. Delicious… The slime was pressing into you ever more deeply, seemingly ravenous as it feasted on your wetness. You were edging closer and closer to orgasm, your whole body tightening as the creature played with your clit and the exquisite sensations flooded through you.
"Fuck… oh, fuck… hngh…"
A choked off scream as you came, your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire body thrashing with the force of it. You'd orgasmed like this before a few times, had made a total mess of your bed…
But that wasn't a problem tonight because the slime was absorbing it all.
You felt the creature growing even bigger and you watched, turned on beyond imagining, as you finally saw something wriggling out of your cunt.
Tentacles, you realised. The little slime had grown tentacles. And they were changing colour, going from blue to a deep purple, almost black. They slithered out of your body, the appendages wrapping around your legs and spreading you open further with surprising strength. And all the while, it kept fucking you, relentless, your earlier orgasm seemingly making the creature hungry for more.
Another tentacle crept around over your tummy, feeling your skin curiously and leaving a sticky residue behind. Your eyes widened as you watched the slime bump against your fingers, nuzzling at your tits. Following the wordless command, you let your hands slide down to the bed beneath you. Its touch is gentle, exploratory. There was something about the way the slime moved that made you think it was testing your reactions, studying how your body responded to it cupping your tits and playing with your nipples.
Your moans were near constant by now. The slime seemed to zero in on every erogenous zone, coaxing more wetness from your cunt. A dwindling corner of your mind still capable of rational thought remembered the website's promise that the creature would grow exponentially in the right environment.
Gotta remember to leave a five-star review.
The creature was growing right before your eyes. Whatever it needed, it was getting straight from your soaked cunt. Helplessly little grunts spilled passed your lips as the slime continued to fuck you, its tentacles toying with your nipples and nudging against your asshole only adding to the ecstasy.
"Uh… uh… uh…" Your eyes rolled back as you panted for breath; you didn't think anything had ever fucked you as good, gone in as deep…
The creature shoved itself between your parted lips, not hesitating until it hit the back of your throat. You thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the tentacles were inhumanly strong. Its limbs held fast to your legs and wound around your arms, keeping you spread open to its ministrations. The slime thickened in your mouth, threatening to cut off your airway, and you didn't think you'd ever felt better.
And so you stopped resisting.
gluk… gluk… gluk…
Your limbs went limp, pliant, as the creature continued fucking you; the tendril probing at your asshole had slipped inside you, stuffing you almost impossibly full. One glance down at your midriff revealed a sizeable bulge, bobbing up and down in time with the slime's thrusts. A delighted, garbled sound slipped passed the tentacle fucking your throat.
gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk
You'd order the little slime thinking to use it as a sex toy; now, here the creature was using you as its cocksleeve.
The thought sent you over the edge. You came again, so hard and for so long that the world threatened to go dark around you. Body spasming, dark spots dancing in front of your vision, you almost missed the way the creature's tentacles thickened inside you, the force of its thrusts getting even harder and faster.
Was it… Was it going to cum inside of you?
Your whole body erupted in a frenzy of movement. Bucking back against the tentacles fucking you, you squeezed your cunt around the slime, milking its enormous girth with your inner walls. You sucked and slurped at the tendril in your mouth, eagerly bobbing on it and making drool run down your chin and onto your tits.
Make me your cum dump… please, just cum inside me…
The creature seemed to read your mind.
It sped up, fucking you harder and harder, faster and faster, until finally…
Cum gushed into you, the creature returning everything it had taken from you tenfold. You gulped down its cum eagerly; your tummy rounded out as it spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, and leaking out of you as it continued to piston in and out of you.
You didn't know how much time had passed. All you could do was tremble, your whole body aching in the most delicious way. Gradually, the tentacles around your arms and legs and waist released their hold on you. The slime, you realised mournfully, was getting smaller. Although, you noticed with a distant interest, it hadn't reverted to its original blue hue.
Now that your arms were free, you could heave yourself up onto your elbows to peek down at your cum-swollen belly; you looked like you were in your second trimester.
The thought sent another gush of wetness to your cunt, making the slime writhe inside you weakly. It seemed the creature was as worn out as you were. Another few minutes, and the little slime disappeared from view completely, although it remained inside you, effectively plugging you up.
You kinda didn't want it to leave.
Exhaustion was tugging at you, making your eyelids flutter shut. Letting out a massive yawn, you struggled to roll over onto your side; one arm slipped under a nearby pillow, the other cradled your distended tummy.
Can't wait for round two…
It was your last thought before you fell into a dreamless sleep.
Honest to god, porn side of tumblr has been SOO good for helping me love my own body and find myself sexy. Being exposed to so many different body types framed pornographically but by the persons choice and through their own lense is so refreshing!!! Mainstream porn has some diversity but you reaaally have to dig for it + that diversity is always soo fetishised, it tends to feel demeaning :/
So much of mainstream porn exists within the conventional beauty standards and when you’re only consuming the same beauty ideals over and over again it’s hard not to compare yourself to it. But seeing all the beautiful bodies that are sexy without fitting into the conventions feels so much nicer AND it’s a lot harder to hate your body when u look in the mirror and go ‘oh hey I look just like ‘sexyfatdykegoddess999’ on tumblr who I just jerked off to earlier! And she’s so hot. Nice.’
I know a lot of these statements aren’t very groundbreaking but I just wanna say thank you randoms on tumblr who are posting sexy pictures of your beautiful bodies that exist outside of the conventional standards! I love you
Thinking about fighting a monster when it injects me with a strong numbing agent and I fall limp to the floor. Something I aimed to kill now removing my clothes and folding me in half on top of a rock leaving me completely exposed in a position I would never put myself in for it.
Its flared, meaty, bitch breaker of a cock emerges hot from its sheath and glides right in, my relaxed hole accepting every inch and allowing it to slowly and tenderly breed me without struggle. A strong fighter will make a strong carrier for its offspring, willingly or not.
Looking at my dumb, emotionless face, it fully hilts and spills cum deep inside of me, massaging its balls for every drop as a soft bump slowly expands and expands till my tummy is loaded with fertile seed and what’s soon to be its first brood.
happy friday to the men who love bunching your sundress up at your hips while they fuck you, two fingers pulling down the bust of your dress until your tits spill out the top too 💗
A captor forcing his victim to cockwarm him.Stolen away to a hideout he had prepared for her, her heart pounding loudly at the fear of being trapped with this stranger who had watched her greedily all day as if in ownership. As night falls, he finally approaches, his massive frame towering over her small body. He trails a finger slowly down her body to inspect her pretty little cunt, circling around her clit before slipping slightly inside to stroke her small opening. He smiled in pleasure as her warm channel squeezed his finger tightly in an attempt to expel him, the quiet whimper she let out caused him to harden further. Finally he tells her she will cockwarm him, her mind already blank in shock at the size of his monstrous cock.
He sits and slowly pulls her closer until she is perched over the top of his cock, fear and disbelief building at the situation she found herself in. The blunt tip of his gigantic cock nudging against her small hole. He smiles at the visual of his fat cock notching against her small pink pussy. “You’re going to take me deep inside you, and sit prettily while you get used to having something so big inside.” She shook her head in panic, even as her body betrayed her and she felt the wetness growing between her thighs.
He gently pulled down her hips, forcing her to begin sinking onto his thick cock. She whimpered quietly as she struggled to fit him in. He stroked her back in reassurance even as he forced her to continue accepting his tremendous girth, “shhh little one. It’s ok. You’re taking it so well.” He watched her calmly as she squirmed and cried, “It’s too much! Please we have to stop.” “Its ok” he repeated as she sunk further, stretched tightly, “It’s not all the way in yet. You’ve got such a perfect pussy, you can take all of it. I know you can”. A single tear escaped as he continued to advance. To take and fill. To possess. Holding her tightly in place so that she couldn’t move away from his invasion. He felt her pussy flutter in desperation, “breathe, little one, breathe for me”. She gasped in air as he continued to work his way into her body.
“Such a good girl taking daddy’s cock deep inside”, she whined long and low. “Shhhh, you’re doing so good. So pretty for me”. He watched with a possessive glint in his eye as she struggled to accomodate the thick intrusion. She let out small gasping sounds as more and more of his cock was forced into her. “Thats right, sit nicely while Daddy fills your sweet cunt” he whispered. She felt as full as she could possibly get when he paused in bringing their hips together. She mistakenly believed this was the end, that she had taken his full cock - she sobbed once, reluctantly sagging in relief against his body. He stroked her back, her hips, comforting her where she lay against his wide chest. “You’re so beautiful like this, little one.” He reached a hand between them to lightly stroke where she was stretched widely around him. She shivered at the sensation. “A bit more now sweetheart, then you can relax here while you keep Daddy nice and warm”. She tensed at learning she had yet to take his full length.
His large hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down while he thrust upward, forcing his cock through her small opening. Until she was fully seated. She felt impossibly stretched and full, violated and overwhelmed, the uncomfortable pressure deep inside where his cock brushed her cervix with every adjustment of their bodies. “Youre doing so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl, taking Daddy so deep.” She let out an involuntary whimper at the overwhelming fullness. Her distress only caused him to harden more.
He reached around their bodies, stroking a single finger gently across her clit causing her body to jerk in reaction. A gasp escaped her lips at the combination of pleasure with pain. The dual sensations overwhelmed, making her whimper and tense up. Tensing up made the paint deep inside increase, and she cried out. “Fuck, I love that sound. It’ll be ok little one.” That single finger returned to circle her sensitive nub with continuous strokes causing her to rhythmically tighten around his shaft.
“Daddy is going to pet this sweet little clit until you feel all better”. She felt her wetness grow despite the violation of her small hole and how he was wedged deeply inside her. Her mind rebelled at the knowledge that he was going to force her to come around his massive cock. “No, no, no, no. Please stop” “you have to come little one, this is how we train your sweet cunt to get used to being filled with Daddy’s cock”.
Her hips began to rock involuntarily, sending shoots of pain as her cervix was abused by the friction. His large hands clamped down on her hips, forcing her to remain still. “Sit pretty, my little doll. Squeeze that tight cunt around my cock like a good girl. Just like that” She struggled against the invasion this stranger was forcing on her body and her mind. He pinched her clit gently, “such a good girl letting Daddy play with your wet little clit. A little more sweetheart” he added while continuing to stroke her without reprieve. Despite her reluctance and the way she was stretched wide around his giant cock, she felt herself begin to come, pulsing wildly. She gasped as the forced pleasure blended with the pain and nearly overwhelmed her senses.
He patiently stroked her through the orgasm, then cuddled her against his chest, muddling her mind when it wanted to rebel, to forget. But the way he was still deeply embedded in her forced her mind to where they were still joined. “There you go little one, so good for Daddy.” She whimpered lightly in a daze when he thrust briefly up into her. Despite the fact that all she had done was sit andwarm his cock, she new she would be sore tomorrow from his massive size. “Soon you’ll be ready for Daddy to fuck you and ruin your pretty little cunt. Tonight you’ll keep me buried deep inside all night and in the morning you’ll be all ready.” Her mind blanked at realizing she’d get no relief despite the soreness between her thighs, that she’d be stretched wide all night long. His hand snaked down her body to her puffy clit once again. “Show Daddy how prettily you come again, ok princess?”
Why SHOULD I pull out after I cum inside? Huh? You think that's gonna help you now? The damage is already done, so you're keeping me inside. It's so warm, so fucking snug, and if you just keep still, fuck, stop clenching, you know I can't stop when you do that. Dumb little cumdump. Guess you need another one. And no, I'm not pulling out this time either, so stop your babbling, okay? Shhh, it's okay, it won't make a difference, just one more, yeah?
