help i can't stop thinking about a demon summoning me to hell to be a rapetoy cocksleeve for his hellhounds bc they get bitey when they don't get enough pussy and he thinks it's funny to torture and degrade humans with demonic knotted cock
Aww, looks like someone's in the mood to serve <3 I put part of this beneath a cut because it got pretty long :3
Of course, a demon would seek out a human to torture with his delightful little pets. Another demon would be able to take them too easily, and would probably even enjoy the experience. Humans, however, are in no way used to the whims of the underworld in such an intimate way, and so he pulls a random human from above to serve him. Lucky you!
You snap into existence in a dark plane ringed by fire. Your new master stands over you, grinning. "Congratulations," he purrs. "You're the next cocksleeve who gets to serve me." His eyes gleam devilishly (of course). "Well, not me, directly. I have a few friends who need help."
You want to ask what he means, but your answer is given to you in the form of a loud growl. Warm breath brushes the back of your neck, but a chill goes up your spine as whatever's behind you growls again. You turn around slowly, afraid of what you'll see, and you're greeted with a hellhoud, fur black as night and eyes blazing red. Several of them, actually.
You don't have time to count before you're manhandled into position by something you can't see, bent over forward with your legs spread, cunt exposed. "My sweet dogs get frustrated when they're pent up, but I want to have my own fun," the demon says nonchalantly. He snaps a finger, and a luxurious chair forms from the ground. He sits down and lounges in it, and you feel something hot press up against your exposed pussy. "Humans are so pathetic that I can't resist playing with them sometimes."
Suddenly, the hellhound looming over you shoves the very tip of his cock into you. You yelp in surprise, then melt into frightened whimpers as the hound pushes forward, stretching you wide, wide, wider than you've ever been before. Combined with just how hot the cock is - literally - you can already tell that the demon dragged you down here to destroy you on purpose. His satisfied smirk says everything for him. Meanwhile, unbidden tears are welling up in your eyes from the pain, the surprise, and the stimulation.
"Poor thing. You think this is bad?" the demon says in a voice dripping with condescension. "He hasn't even started fucking you yet!" He pauses, leaning around you slightly to gauge his pet's progress. "He's not even all the way in, I don't think." He clicks his tongue in disappointment. "If you can't handle this, you're not going to like what he needs to do for you to satisfy him."
You don't want to know what the hellhound "needs to do", but you get the feeling you're about to find out. You're distracted from the demon in front of you when hellhound cock presses right up against your cervix. It doesn't slide in, not yet, but the sheer size and pressure make it clear that the hound is intent on breaking you in. You whimper pathetically as the beast growls, wiggling its hips to press itself deeper, deeper, forcing its way into a body never designed to take cock like this. Nobody was designed to take cock like this, but that's the entire point.
A sudden jerk of the monster's hips, and it pops right through your cervix with unsettling ease. You cry out in pain, but the way it fills you up so thoroughly and so deeply satisfies...something, something deep inside of you that you'd never even paid attention to before.
The demon can practically smell the deeper part of you that doesn't hate this. "Oh, you're a real slut," he says, half-appreciative and half-surprised. "You must be one hell of a whore to enjoy this in any capacity." He smiles again. "Well, a hell of a whore is what a hellhound needs." He sits up and leans forward in his chair to speak to you more closely. "What kind of degenerate must you be? There's a part of you in there, somewhere, that wants to serve cock."
You can't think of a response, because the hellhound inside of you has decided that you're worth his time and makes it clear by setting a brutal pace right from the start. He pumps his hips roughly, never fully pulling out but fucking the tight ring of your cervix to pummel the top of your womb. Your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you struggle to wrap your head around all of these sensations, to cope with them, to even comprehend them as a part of the human experience.
Fortunately, you might not even need to. Your experience is quickly falling from a human's to a fucktoy's.
"See, there we go," the demon purrs. "You're learning your place now, beneath my hellhounds. You're supposed to take their cocks." He sits back in his seat and lounges again, looking as smug as ever. "And their knots, but we haven't gotten there yet." He motions to the hound above you. "This one gets the first turn because he's in charge, so he's at least bigger than the others. He'll stretch you out for them."
True to the demon's prediction, the beast locks its hips to yours and its knot swells inside of your cunt. It stretches you wide open, stretches you more than anything you've ever taken, anything you were ever meant to take, and you can only scream. Your voice is stolen from you as the hellhound paints your womb with his seed, which spurts into you in hot jets that swell your midsection, rounding you out with something that glows a dim orange from deep inside. You can't help the way your cunt twitches around the intruder. Not an orgasm, not yet, but to your dismay it doesn't seem that far out of the question anymore.
The hellhound's knot hasn't even gone down before he decides to pull out of you. Luckily, you're held in place by some invisible force, so all he needs to do is tug, tug, and yank so that he slides out of you with a violent pop and a gush of cum. Most of his seed stays inside, though, and the next hound in line seems eager to add to it, plunging right into your pussy to fuck you even more thoroughly.
"You're learning to enjoy this so quickly? Pathetic," the demon sneers at you when you moan involuntarily. "I know humans are weak, but I don't think they're usually so willing to be a rapeslave for knotted cock." He stands and approaches you while you're getting railed, then grips your jaw to force eye contact. "We're only on cock number two, slave. Don't fool yourself into thinking you'll enjoy this until the end."
You can't fool yourself, no, but your body definitely enjoys cock after cock after cock, knot after knot after knot, seed filling your womb to the brim and then some, belly swollen past what you knew you could take. By the time you look heavily pregnant, you can't hold any more cum and it just spills out of your gaping, sloppy hole to spatter to the ground below you. Eventually, you're drooling just like the hellhounds as the sense is raped out of you for the umpteenth time in a row by a monster that has no right to exist.
When the last one is satisfied, the demon stands from his chair again, stretching. "Well, that was an entertaining little show," he says idly, approaching you to inspect just how ruined you are. "Breaking in the new toys is always fun, but there's definitely appeal in having one so readily available." Again, he secures a grip on your face to make you look him in the eyes. "And you are available, hm? Always ready to serve whenever my hounds need it?"
Of course, the only thing you can even think about right then is knotted hellhound cock filling you from the inside out, so it comes naturally for you to beg, whine, plead for more, more, more. The demon smiles, then pats you on the head like you're an obedient dog yourself.
help i can't stop thinking about a demon summoning me to hell to be a rapetoy cocksleeve for his hellhounds bc they get bitey when they don't get enough pussy and he thinks it's funny to torture and degrade humans with demonic knotted cock
Aww, looks like someone's in the mood to serve <3 I put part of this beneath a cut because it got pretty long :3
Of course, a demon would seek out a human to torture with his delightful little pets. Another demon would be able to take them too easily, and would probably even enjoy the experience. Humans, however, are in no way used to the whims of the underworld in such an intimate way, and so he pulls a random human from above to serve him. Lucky you!
You snap into existence in a dark plane ringed by fire. Your new master stands over you, grinning. "Congratulations," he purrs. "You're the next cocksleeve who gets to serve me." His eyes gleam devilishly (of course). "Well, not me, directly. I have a few friends who need help."
You want to ask what he means, but your answer is given to you in the form of a loud growl. Warm breath brushes the back of your neck, but a chill goes up your spine as whatever's behind you growls again. You turn around slowly, afraid of what you'll see, and you're greeted with a hellhoud, fur black as night and eyes blazing red. Several of them, actually.
You don't have time to count before you're manhandled into position by something you can't see, bent over forward with your legs spread, cunt exposed. "My sweet dogs get frustrated when they're pent up, but I want to have my own fun," the demon says nonchalantly. He snaps a finger, and a luxurious chair forms from the ground. He sits down and lounges in it, and you feel something hot press up against your exposed pussy. "Humans are so pathetic that I can't resist playing with them sometimes."
Suddenly, the hellhound looming over you shoves the very tip of his cock into you. You yelp in surprise, then melt into frightened whimpers as the hound pushes forward, stretching you wide, wide, wider than you've ever been before. Combined with just how hot the cock is - literally - you can already tell that the demon dragged you down here to destroy you on purpose. His satisfied smirk says everything for him. Meanwhile, unbidden tears are welling up in your eyes from the pain, the surprise, and the stimulation.
"Poor thing. You think this is bad?" the demon says in a voice dripping with condescension. "He hasn't even started fucking you yet!" He pauses, leaning around you slightly to gauge his pet's progress. "He's not even all the way in, I don't think." He clicks his tongue in disappointment. "If you can't handle this, you're not going to like what he needs to do for you to satisfy him."
You don't want to know what the hellhound "needs to do", but you get the feeling you're about to find out. You're distracted from the demon in front of you when hellhound cock presses right up against your cervix. It doesn't slide in, not yet, but the sheer size and pressure make it clear that the hound is intent on breaking you in. You whimper pathetically as the beast growls, wiggling its hips to press itself deeper, deeper, forcing its way into a body never designed to take cock like this. Nobody was designed to take cock like this, but that's the entire point.
A sudden jerk of the monster's hips, and it pops right through your cervix with unsettling ease. You cry out in pain, but the way it fills you up so thoroughly and so deeply satisfies...something, something deep inside of you that you'd never even paid attention to before.
The demon can practically smell the deeper part of you that doesn't hate this. "Oh, you're a real slut," he says, half-appreciative and half-surprised. "You must be one hell of a whore to enjoy this in any capacity." He smiles again. "Well, a hell of a whore is what a hellhound needs." He sits up and leans forward in his chair to speak to you more closely. "What kind of degenerate must you be? There's a part of you in there, somewhere, that wants to serve cock."
You can't think of a response, because the hellhound inside of you has decided that you're worth his time and makes it clear by setting a brutal pace right from the start. He pumps his hips roughly, never fully pulling out but fucking the tight ring of your cervix to pummel the top of your womb. Your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you struggle to wrap your head around all of these sensations, to cope with them, to even comprehend them as a part of the human experience.
Fortunately, you might not even need to. Your experience is quickly falling from a human's to a fucktoy's.
"See, there we go," the demon purrs. "You're learning your place now, beneath my hellhounds. You're supposed to take their cocks." He sits back in his seat and lounges again, looking as smug as ever. "And their knots, but we haven't gotten there yet." He motions to the hound above you. "This one gets the first turn because he's in charge, so he's at least bigger than the others. He'll stretch you out for them."
True to the demon's prediction, the beast locks its hips to yours and its knot swells inside of your cunt. It stretches you wide open, stretches you more than anything you've ever taken, anything you were ever meant to take, and you can only scream. Your voice is stolen from you as the hellhound paints your womb with his seed, which spurts into you in hot jets that swell your midsection, rounding you out with something that glows a dim orange from deep inside. You can't help the way your cunt twitches around the intruder. Not an orgasm, not yet, but to your dismay it doesn't seem that far out of the question anymore.
The hellhound's knot hasn't even gone down before he decides to pull out of you. Luckily, you're held in place by some invisible force, so all he needs to do is tug, tug, and yank so that he slides out of you with a violent pop and a gush of cum. Most of his seed stays inside, though, and the next hound in line seems eager to add to it, plunging right into your pussy to fuck you even more thoroughly.
"You're learning to enjoy this so quickly? Pathetic," the demon sneers at you when you moan involuntarily. "I know humans are weak, but I don't think they're usually so willing to be a rapeslave for knotted cock." He stands and approaches you while you're getting railed, then grips your jaw to force eye contact. "We're only on cock number two, slave. Don't fool yourself into thinking you'll enjoy this until the end."
You can't fool yourself, no, but your body definitely enjoys cock after cock after cock, knot after knot after knot, seed filling your womb to the brim and then some, belly swollen past what you knew you could take. By the time you look heavily pregnant, you can't hold any more cum and it just spills out of your gaping, sloppy hole to spatter to the ground below you. Eventually, you're drooling just like the hellhounds as the sense is raped out of you for the umpteenth time in a row by a monster that has no right to exist.
When the last one is satisfied, the demon stands from his chair again, stretching. "Well, that was an entertaining little show," he says idly, approaching you to inspect just how ruined you are. "Breaking in the new toys is always fun, but there's definitely appeal in having one so readily available." Again, he secures a grip on your face to make you look him in the eyes. "And you are available, hm? Always ready to serve whenever my hounds need it?"
Of course, the only thing you can even think about right then is knotted hellhound cock filling you from the inside out, so it comes naturally for you to beg, whine, plead for more, more, more. The demon smiles, then pats you on the head like you're an obedient dog yourself.
Request: Hi! I'd like to stick to hole stretching themed but other then that go nuts! Creative freedom all the way!
It will fit
Dragon x fem!reader || size kink, dirty talk, body worship, sex toys, (light) praise kink
“I want you to fuck me,” you announce. Your dragon boyfriend looks up from his book and stares for a second, a smirk spreading on his lips. “With your dick,” you add when you see the glint in his eye that 100% indicates he’s thinking about you flat on your back and his tongue as deep as it can go.
He sighs. You already had this conversation a couple of times, and he’s adamant about it. “I don’t think it will fit, darling. I know you want to, but I don’t want to hurt you.” Always the gentleman.
But you aren’t hearing any of that. “You won’t,” you assure him with more conviction than you feel. “It will fit, I swear.” Your pussy will be magic.
“I’m- I don’t want to risk hurting you,” he mumbles, worry written all over his face.
“I have toys as big as you.” He arches a scaled eyebrow in your direction. Your bigger toy is very big, but definitely not as big as he is. “Well, not as big, but close enough. I can use that first and then we try with you… Just trying. Please?” You are playing your best card: pouting in his direction.
He visibly melts, letting you know you already won. “You want to build up to it?”
“More like probe to you that I can take you,” you tell him, your smile nothing but cocky.
“This is not a competition, you know?” He sounded amused. You shrug. Anything can be a competition if you want it to be. “Okay. If you can fit your biggest toy, I’ll consider it,” he concedes, leaning into your personal space to give you a forehead kiss that melts your insides into liquid fire. Your panties are already wet just thinking about getting fucked by your dragon.
“Deal.” You kiss his cheek, and sit back. But not two seconds later, you are talking again, too eager to let it pass: “Can we do it now?” Your body is almost vibrating with excitement. And arousal. You are so fucking horny for your boyfriend is lowkey embarrassing.
“I was reading…” It’s your turn to look at him with skepticism, eyebrow arched and a tiny smile playing on your lips. You hope the message of ‘you really want to read, or do you want to see me fuck myself on a toy’ comes across. It does, because next thing he says is: “You’re right. Bedroom. Now.” And gets up.
You follow after him, giggling when you pass in the hallway, slapping his ass playfully and making him grunt while he chases you. You get there first, reaching for the toy box. You toss the biggest dildo you have on the bed. He stares at it for a second, taking off his sweatpants and shirt, shifting his eyes to your body with a knowing smile.
Then, to your surprise, he grabs the chair on the corner and positions it at the foot of the bed. “Are you really going to do the whole chair thing?” You let out a breathy chuckle, anticipation filling your senses.
“I want to watch,” is all he says. You don’t say a word, looking at him with a big grin on your face. He sighs, and confesses: “And if I’m too close, I might get you onto your back and eat you out until you forget about my dick.”
“I can never forget about your dick,” you rapidly assure, eyes fixated on it. It’s so big and veiny and fucking ridged… It’s going to feel so good inside of you.
“You know what I mean. You want to do this, so I’m going to be patient and wait right here,” he says, moving his tail until it wraps around his leg and he can sit comfortably. “Go ahead, put on a show,” he gestures towards you, and you smirk, taking your dress off and throwing it at his face.
He catches it mid air, smiling at you before tossing it to the floor. Your panties follow, and this time, he gets them close to his nose and inhales deeply, his eyes turning dark and a growl emanating from his chest. You shiver.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, eyes fixated on you when you fall onto your knees and position the dildo right at your entrance. “Be careful,” he mumbles.
“I’m wet enough to fuck this monster. I’m probably wet enough to fuck my monster,” you tell him with a pointed stare at his dick. He chuckles, but there’s fire burning behind his eyes.
“We’ll see about that.”
You rub the tip over your entrance, moving your hips slowly until the tip slips inside. You let out a groan and start to go down, getting it deeper. It’s too much, too soon. Your body is not used to such big dildos, you enjoy this one from time to time, but having a monster boyfriend obsessed with eating you out doesn’t give you many opportunities.
He seems to feel your struggle, because he starts talking: “Come on, darling. You can take it further, can’t you?” His voice is rough, and he looks ready to pounce. The combination of his words and the way he looks at you make your knees go a bit weak and you slip further down. “Such a good girl, taking it so deep. Go further down, darling. You are almost there…” He coaches, voice incredibly deep with desire.
“I- I don’t-” You think about it for a second. Think about what you really want to be riding right now. “Yes. Yes,” you hype yourself up. You sit a bit further down, his eyes turning even darker while he looks at the point where the monster dildo disappears inside of you.
“You are doing so good. You’re perfect. The perfect human for me. You’re going to be so full of me when I fuck you. You are going to feel me for days.” You moan sinfully at his words and slip lower. You can almost feel the base, just a bit more… “I’m gonna breed you so deep,” he mumbles, and you cry out as it slips completely inside.
You stop there for a second, trying to adjust and struggling. You can see him licking his lips, his whole body tense on the chair while he looks at where your pussy is completely stuffed. You start rocking back and forth, trying to adjust to the size of it, and he continues to pant in front of you. He’s grabbing onto the sides of the chair with such force you are pretty sure he’s about to break it.
It doesn’t take you much to accommodate the toy inside of you, bouncing shallowly until you get a good rhythm going. “Told- Told ya,” you stutter. You are bouncing on it like your life depends on it. Your legs burning already. But the way he’s looking at you only makes you wetter. “Fuck, it feels so good. So full.”
He’s staring at you like you are one of the marvels of the world, complete adoration and arousal written all over his features. His dick looks imposing between his legs, but he doesn’t reach for it, looking intently at you. The toy is so big it rubs your G-spot with each thrust, driving you insane with desperation. It feels so good… But you know you can’t get there without a little bit of help.
You stare into your dragon’s eyes, letting out a whispered: “Please.”
He gets up, crossing the distance between the two of you in one stride, climbing on the bed and stopping right in front of you, on his knees, forcing you to look up at him. His chest is raising and falling rapidly, his breath hot when he leans down to claim your mouth in the hottest kiss possible (literally and metaphorically).
His hands travel down, his claws tracing lines on your sides before he grabs your hips and starts to help you move over the dildo. The kiss breaks with the force of your groans, your lips incredibly close while you pant against each other’s mouths.
“Can you take more? Can you show me how good you are for me, darling?” He asks, and you don’t have time to wonder what he means because you feel the tip of his fingers against your pussy.
He presses inside, alongside the dildo, stretching you further, making your brain turn into mush while he moves his fingers in and out at the rhythm of your hips. He’s breathing hard, mumbling incoherences about stretching you, filling you, feeling your tightness… You can’t process any of it while he continues his attack to your senses.
It takes him a second, but he adds another finger. Your eyes roll back into your head and you whimper, but he makes soothing sounds until you stretch fully around them. And then he another, making tears build up in your eyes because of the overwhelming pressure. It feels so good. You tell him as much, and he roars.
And before you realize, you are on your back, and he’s fucking three fingers alongside the dildo. You are spread wide, you can feel him everywhere. You’ve never been so stretched, and the sensation is almost too much. But not enough at the same time.
Just as the thought crosses your mind, he grunts: “Touch yourself.” You don’t need to be told twice, your hand finding your clit and rubbing at the rhythm of his thrusts in your pussy.
You can barely think straight, your ears ringing when the orgasm hits you like a train wreck. You scream, and he fucks you through it, his hand and the toy finding the perfect rhythm to drive your orgasm higher and higher until you don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore.
It takes you a couple of minutes to recover enough to breathe properly. He stopped moving, simply staring down at you with a big smile. Your vision blacks out for a second, and you can only process one coherent thought: riding the dragon.
You look between your bodies where his dick is still hard and leaking, looking as big as a monster. “Now… your turn.” And you tackle him to his back.
I met him by chance. He's oh, so handsome. Well mannered and polite. I said yes immediately when he asked me out with that gorgeous smile and those dark eyes.
I didn't know what I got myself into.
I put a lot of work into my outfit and make-up, because he was a real gentleman. I wore a dress... not that it would've made a difference if I'd worn pants anyways.
He picked me up at my apartment perfectly on time and took me to a nice quiet restaurant. A favorite of his, he said. The food was spectacular.
That's where it started. While we were talking about everything and nothing, enjoying the food and the atmosphere, I felt as if something brushed my nipples.
It startled me.
"Is everything alright?", he asked with a furrowed brow, ready to ease any discomfort - or that's what I thought, at least.
"Yes, yes of course", I said and smiled, even when the sensation didn't stop. It only got worse. It felt as if someone was circling my nipples with their fingers, pulling them, rubbing them until they were hard.
I'm sure he could see the hard nubs through my dress even in the dim light of the restaurant, but he never said a word.
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief when it finally stopped.
My panties were soaked though and I rubbed my thighs together for some kind of friction. Damn this, I must be really desperate to imagine my nipples being played with in public.
I didn't get a long break though, before the rubbing, touching and pulling at my nipples started again. This time though, that wasn't the only part of me that was being touched and there was no way in hell I was imagining this.
I felt something brush the inside of my thighs. I pressed my legs together, breath hitching, but to no avail. The touch didn't stop.
Whatever it was down there was invisible. I could feel it and not stop it from toughing me.
"Excuse me for a moment", I said and went to the bathroom. The sensation never stopped. The... whatever it was, was now touching me through my panties. Not hard, just a light touch, a teasing stroke through my soaked panties, a presence at my cloth covered hole.
I whimpered, tried to get it to stop but nothing worked. Determined not to let this stop me from my date, I went back and we ordered desert.
His grin was predatory when he suggested the desert. Especially when I agreed.
He ordered tiramisu for two and two glasses of wine to enjoy.
"We can get coffe, too" he said and smiled at me. In the dim light his eyes were almost completely black. So deep and soulful.
I surpressed a moan when- oh. Whatever it was, it was now directly at my pussy, no barrier left. My breath stuttered again.
A hot, heavy, hard and distinctively bare cock nudged my nether lips apart and pressed against my entrance.
My breathing started going faster in fear and anticipation.
"Are you enjoying this?", he asked and I gaped at him.
Did he mean the desert or did he know what was happening between my legs? He grinned at me.
"Go on", he encouraged, "you can tell me."
"Yes", I breathed.
The cock slid in an inch or two before stopping, not filling me completely. My pussy clenched around the thick head. My nipples were still being played with.
The sensations was incredible. Nobody could see how the dick slowly started to fill my pussy to the brink, balls deep. Nobody could see my nipples being pulled and pinched.
He could, though. I was sure of it now. His pleased grin didn't hide anything. Was it his dick in my pussy? Bare and hot and thick?
"What-?", I pressed out just as the dick pulled out completely, only to slide back in a second later.
"You like that, huh?", he asked and leaned forward to whisper "whore."
My pussy clenched and he huffed a laugh, "I knew you'd like this. I hope you have enough self restraint, or you're going to embarass yourself in public."
I moaned quietly. The dick spreading my pussy picked up speed, fucking me in a still quite slow rythm, getting faster. I heard wet sounds coming from between my legs and wondered if my pussy was speared by something invisible or if you could see the dick moving inside my hole.
"Now that I know you love this, imagine what places you're going to get fucked", he murmured. "It could be anywhere. Your holes are now always accessible."
He grinned when I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. The cock was now fucking me in a punishing rythm, hard and fast and I was sure my body was being rocked by the hard strokes.
"How about a dick sliding into your ass while you're at work? Would you want to be lubed up for that?"
"Y-yes please", I whined.
"Yes you want the lube or yes you want the dick in your ass?"
Oh god, am I thinking clearly? Did I just agree to this?
"Tell me slut", he said. I was wondering if other guests could hear the way he talked to me. But there I was, getting fucked in public. That made me a slut, right?
"Both", I panted and he grinned.
"Good answer. Maybe we can train you to take a dick in each hole if you're this eager."
We? Who was we? Which cock was in my pussy right now?
But I couldn't think about it. I felt an orgasm at the base of my spine, my vision was getting blurry with pleasure and my eyes fluttered close. I gripped the edge of my seat when I came, bright hot powerful pleasure washed over me.
My pussy clenched around the dick hard and I felt it spurting thick ropes of cum into me before it stopped moving without pulling out.
"Now", he said while I was still recovering, looking around us discreetly to makes sure nobody saw me orgasming in the middle of a crowded restaurant. "Eat the tiramisu, it's very good. The dick will stay inside you. You need to be trained to cockwarm, so you better get used to it quickly - there's always someone or other that needs to be warmed, be sure of it."
I just gaped at him. "What do you mean? What does that mean?", I asked and sat up, feeling the dick in my pussy twitch at the movement.
"It means", he said and paused to smile at me, "that there will probably be no time where you won't be stuffed to the brink in at least one hole from now on."
Imagine being dragged by your hair out of bed in the middle of the night by a demon (like this one!) so strong that he can lift you up by your waist easily. He rips off your sweatpants and doesn’t bother with your underwear, dragging them aside with big, thick fingers as he lifts you up to slide your cunt down his enormous cock, your back to him so that you can’t even see your rapist.
But it’s so big that it won’t fit at all, even though you're dripping wet despite the token struggle you put up, so, frustrated, the demon digs his hands into your waist and uses you like a toy, grinding the head of his cock and back forth against your cunt as he tries to force his enormous cock into you. It’s bumped and ridged and slimy and covered in your juice after a couple moments and within a minute you’re already so overstimulated, with those nubs and spines grinding against your clit over and over and over, that you cum right there, all over this monster’s cock, falling limp.
But that only makes him (and you) wetter, and the sticky, slick noise of you sliding on him doesn’t slow down, only gets more obscene–schlick, schlick. Frustrated, the demon continues to try to force his cock into your tight cunt, grinding his cockhead into your cleft, grunting in your ear. When you look down, you can see it moving between your legs, thicker than your arm, precum oozing everywhere, all over your mound and dripping down your thighs.
You cum two, three more times on his grinding alone. You feel so dirty, getting off on being this monster’s cock toy, still so wet and used and raw. Then, somehow, finally, the monster’s cockhead forces its way into you painfully, with an audible pop. You groan, struggling feebly, but his thick hands hold you tightly down onto him. You can feel it twitch within you.
Even though he’s so big, he’ll make himself fit into your tight, sopping wet little cunt. Slouching over with exhaustion, you watch his cock twitch and pulse as it slides deeper, bit by bit, into you, veiny and hard and bumpy and twisted and gnarled… maybe you could cum again from that sight alone, that horrible thing being pushed into you, violating you, raping you. And you, a begging slut, love it.
He can’t get himself all the way in, but he grunts and pushes himself forward and forces you down, down, down around his cock, you groaning all the while in pain, but it’s so good, so thick. You are so full, and every bump that gets rammed deeper into your sopping wet vag gets dragged across your clit, making you scream.
Finally, he stops stretching you and begins to fuck you, shaking you up and down by the waist like a human toy. The bumps and ridges grind against your nerves until you cum screaming, legs flying open even wider, and he thrusts even deeper into you than before, touching some spot inside that makes you go limp.
You don’t even know how many times you cum, over and over, limp in his arms as a rag doll, bouncing up and down, before he finally shoots his monstrous cum into you, so much, more and more, until he finally rips out of you with one last grunt and a tug, the motion pushing you over the edge once again, and the cum sloshes out of your gaping opening, having been plugged by his enormous cock. He drops you onto the ground like a used condom, leaving you dazed, limp, and wide open for whatever other monster decides to come after you tonight.
Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one I’ve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think it’s sooooo hot so here’s my take on it teehee
He’d finally done it.
His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.
Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.
And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.
No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.
His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replica’s slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.
A grin split his face.
Time to play.
—
She’s getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isn’t a single thing she can do without him knowing.
He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.
His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.
And so it begins.
He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.
He doesn’t care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.
It doesn’t take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesn’t undestand.
She’s a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.
Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.
He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. It’s obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.
He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.
He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.
He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.
He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, it’s beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.
His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.
She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.
So he pulls away.
Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesn’t get to cum yet.
His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.
Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.
He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.
When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.
He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.
A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she won’t get.
He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.
And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.
He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.
She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.
He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.
A mistake.
The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.
No, no, sweet thing. That’s against the rules.
He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isn’t enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.
He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.
A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.
But protection isn’t an option anymore. Not from him.
He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.
And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.
She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.
He smiles.
“You’ll learn,” he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.
Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.
Good.
He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.
She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.
He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.
He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.
He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.
Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.
He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.
Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.
Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.
"P-Please—" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.
He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.
With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.
The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.
And still, she doesn’t cum.
Because he won’t let her.
Not until he decides she’s suffered enough.
—
The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.
He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesn’t give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.
On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.
"That’s it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."
And she does.
Hard.
Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.
She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop.
He laughs, low and dark.
"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "I’m just getting started."
Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.
Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.
Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.
Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.
The clit vibrator doesn’t stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.
She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but it’s impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like it’s trying to milk it.
Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like she’ll snap.
He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.
Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.
And still, he doesn’t stop.
He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.
Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.
But it’s not a release.
It’s torture.
Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.
She is nothing now.
Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.
And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.
help i can't stop thinking about a demon summoning me to hell to be a rapetoy cocksleeve for his hellhounds bc they get bitey when they don't get enough pussy and he thinks it's funny to torture and degrade humans with demonic knotted cock
Aww, looks like someone's in the mood to serve <3 I put part of this beneath a cut because it got pretty long :3
Of course, a demon would seek out a human to torture with his delightful little pets. Another demon would be able to take them too easily, and would probably even enjoy the experience. Humans, however, are in no way used to the whims of the underworld in such an intimate way, and so he pulls a random human from above to serve him. Lucky you!
You snap into existence in a dark plane ringed by fire. Your new master stands over you, grinning. "Congratulations," he purrs. "You're the next cocksleeve who gets to serve me." His eyes gleam devilishly (of course). "Well, not me, directly. I have a few friends who need help."
You want to ask what he means, but your answer is given to you in the form of a loud growl. Warm breath brushes the back of your neck, but a chill goes up your spine as whatever's behind you growls again. You turn around slowly, afraid of what you'll see, and you're greeted with a hellhoud, fur black as night and eyes blazing red. Several of them, actually.
You don't have time to count before you're manhandled into position by something you can't see, bent over forward with your legs spread, cunt exposed. "My sweet dogs get frustrated when they're pent up, but I want to have my own fun," the demon says nonchalantly. He snaps a finger, and a luxurious chair forms from the ground. He sits down and lounges in it, and you feel something hot press up against your exposed pussy. "Humans are so pathetic that I can't resist playing with them sometimes."
Suddenly, the hellhound looming over you shoves the very tip of his cock into you. You yelp in surprise, then melt into frightened whimpers as the hound pushes forward, stretching you wide, wide, wider than you've ever been before. Combined with just how hot the cock is - literally - you can already tell that the demon dragged you down here to destroy you on purpose. His satisfied smirk says everything for him. Meanwhile, unbidden tears are welling up in your eyes from the pain, the surprise, and the stimulation.
"Poor thing. You think this is bad?" the demon says in a voice dripping with condescension. "He hasn't even started fucking you yet!" He pauses, leaning around you slightly to gauge his pet's progress. "He's not even all the way in, I don't think." He clicks his tongue in disappointment. "If you can't handle this, you're not going to like what he needs to do for you to satisfy him."
You don't want to know what the hellhound "needs to do", but you get the feeling you're about to find out. You're distracted from the demon in front of you when hellhound cock presses right up against your cervix. It doesn't slide in, not yet, but the sheer size and pressure make it clear that the hound is intent on breaking you in. You whimper pathetically as the beast growls, wiggling its hips to press itself deeper, deeper, forcing its way into a body never designed to take cock like this. Nobody was designed to take cock like this, but that's the entire point.
A sudden jerk of the monster's hips, and it pops right through your cervix with unsettling ease. You cry out in pain, but the way it fills you up so thoroughly and so deeply satisfies...something, something deep inside of you that you'd never even paid attention to before.
The demon can practically smell the deeper part of you that doesn't hate this. "Oh, you're a real slut," he says, half-appreciative and half-surprised. "You must be one hell of a whore to enjoy this in any capacity." He smiles again. "Well, a hell of a whore is what a hellhound needs." He sits up and leans forward in his chair to speak to you more closely. "What kind of degenerate must you be? There's a part of you in there, somewhere, that wants to serve cock."
You can't think of a response, because the hellhound inside of you has decided that you're worth his time and makes it clear by setting a brutal pace right from the start. He pumps his hips roughly, never fully pulling out but fucking the tight ring of your cervix to pummel the top of your womb. Your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you struggle to wrap your head around all of these sensations, to cope with them, to even comprehend them as a part of the human experience.
Fortunately, you might not even need to. Your experience is quickly falling from a human's to a fucktoy's.
"See, there we go," the demon purrs. "You're learning your place now, beneath my hellhounds. You're supposed to take their cocks." He sits back in his seat and lounges again, looking as smug as ever. "And their knots, but we haven't gotten there yet." He motions to the hound above you. "This one gets the first turn because he's in charge, so he's at least bigger than the others. He'll stretch you out for them."
True to the demon's prediction, the beast locks its hips to yours and its knot swells inside of your cunt. It stretches you wide open, stretches you more than anything you've ever taken, anything you were ever meant to take, and you can only scream. Your voice is stolen from you as the hellhound paints your womb with his seed, which spurts into you in hot jets that swell your midsection, rounding you out with something that glows a dim orange from deep inside. You can't help the way your cunt twitches around the intruder. Not an orgasm, not yet, but to your dismay it doesn't seem that far out of the question anymore.
The hellhound's knot hasn't even gone down before he decides to pull out of you. Luckily, you're held in place by some invisible force, so all he needs to do is tug, tug, and yank so that he slides out of you with a violent pop and a gush of cum. Most of his seed stays inside, though, and the next hound in line seems eager to add to it, plunging right into your pussy to fuck you even more thoroughly.
"You're learning to enjoy this so quickly? Pathetic," the demon sneers at you when you moan involuntarily. "I know humans are weak, but I don't think they're usually so willing to be a rapeslave for knotted cock." He stands and approaches you while you're getting railed, then grips your jaw to force eye contact. "We're only on cock number two, slave. Don't fool yourself into thinking you'll enjoy this until the end."
You can't fool yourself, no, but your body definitely enjoys cock after cock after cock, knot after knot after knot, seed filling your womb to the brim and then some, belly swollen past what you knew you could take. By the time you look heavily pregnant, you can't hold any more cum and it just spills out of your gaping, sloppy hole to spatter to the ground below you. Eventually, you're drooling just like the hellhounds as the sense is raped out of you for the umpteenth time in a row by a monster that has no right to exist.
When the last one is satisfied, the demon stands from his chair again, stretching. "Well, that was an entertaining little show," he says idly, approaching you to inspect just how ruined you are. "Breaking in the new toys is always fun, but there's definitely appeal in having one so readily available." Again, he secures a grip on your face to make you look him in the eyes. "And you are available, hm? Always ready to serve whenever my hounds need it?"
Of course, the only thing you can even think about right then is knotted hellhound cock filling you from the inside out, so it comes naturally for you to beg, whine, plead for more, more, more. The demon smiles, then pats you on the head like you're an obedient dog yourself.
I want my parents to send me to a slut boarding school without my knowledge. When I get there on the first day, I have to stand in a line while teachers take off our panties and shove vibrators inside us. I tell them no, but at this school, I don't get a say. I'm too scared to take it out. They pass the remotes to the boys randomly.
Throughout the day, my pussy buzzes and it slowly starts to make me wet. The boys trade remotes, so I end up being played with by multiple guys.
After lunch, the vibrators come out, and when I walk into my next class, the girl's desks all have some kind of dildo on them. One of the boys drags me over to one of the bigger dildos, and he and his buddies impale me on it, ignoring me when I tell them it's too big. Class starts, and I'm forced to cock warm this huge toy the entire time.
After classes, they take us to a room where we're all stripped and strapped down to tables. I tug at my bonds, but it doesn't help. The boy from earlier comes up, dick out. It's the same size as the toy from earlier. He was warming me up.
He doesn't wait and he isn't gentle. He slams his cock into me, laughing when I cry. He tells me what a good girl I am, how sluts like me belong on his cock, how good I feel. Finally, he cums, and he leaves. Other boys take turns with me for hours, but none of them fill me up like him.
Finally, they pull the girls off the tables. We wobble, but we're told we'll learn to take it. We're not allowed to put our clothes back on until tomorrow morning, and we're sent to dinner naked. The boy stops in the hall to grope my tits until I'm wet again, and then he shoves his fingers inside me. He doesn't let me cum though, telling me I have to wait until tomorrow for that.
I want to move to a small city that's cut off from a lot of the rest of the world. Things are different here, and I learn it quickly.
As I walk home to my apartment I realize that none of the women are wearing clothes. A police officer stops me and tells me that in this town, women have to be naked. It's the law.
I protest, but he pins me down and pulls my clothes off of me. I'm bare before him, and he ghosts his fingers across my nipples before telling me I'm free to go.
I turn onto a busy street, and immediately I'm aware of the fact that I'm being stared at. I pass a woman who has been forced to her knees, cock jammed down her throat.
I walk a couple blocks before hands circle my waist. I don't see him, but I feel his fingers slide into me. He pulls his hand out and jams a toy into me. By the time I turn to yell at him, he's gone.
The toy buzzes to life, and I double over as it sends waves of pleasure through my body.
I do my best to walk the rest of the way to my apartment, but a block away, I'm stopped by a group of men. The biggest already has his cock out, and I'm pushed to the floor, mouth filled. The toy buzzes and buzzes and I can't help but whimper.
The man pulls himself out of my mouth, and I'm helpless as his fingers find the toy. He pulls it from me gently.
"Someone got her good and ready for us," he tells his friends.
They pick me up, bending me ass up over a park bench. He doesn't wait, just jams his cock into me, chuckling as I cry out.
"That's it." he says. "Good girl. Take it, slut."
Another cock is shoved into my mouth, and hands find my breasts.
"Don't worry, little girl," the man tells me. "We'll put his toy back once we've all had a turn."
werewolf fucking you and holding your hips super tight and flush to their body as they knot you and fill you and when they finally let go, you slide down maybe an inch or so, but of course you're still stuck on the knot; but you can feel the weight of your belly trying to pull you off of it, driving you both nuts with the pull and the ache until they start to roll their hips again...
Imagine being double penetrated by knotted cocks. You can feel them grinding against each other as they fuck you, with only the thin wall of your cunt to separate them. They bury themselves inside of you as they get more worked up and fuck you deep, hardly pulling out with each thrust. Their knots begin to swell inside of you, stretching you and pressing hard against each other. They rut against you and each other as their climaxes build, and then release with a growl, flooding your insides with hot seed and plugging you with their thick cocks.
If I had imagined how my life would end up, impaled on the cock of an 8ft orc was definitely not what I was expecting. But I definitely wasn’t complaining.
He thrust into me, instincts driving him to breed the pretty moaning human beneath him. I could barely breath properly as his cock, almost too big, filled me up completely.
Yes! More! Please keep fucking me!
He didn’t respond with words, only growls as his big green hands groped me possessively. I loved seeing him above me. Tusks hanging out his mouth, growls echoing from his throat. Long braided hair framing his face and bouncing with him and he pushed back and forth with such force.
Mine! Cute little human gonna belong to me. All. Fucking. Mine.
His words were punctuated by thrusts, harder than before, each one knocking the air out of my lungs and forcing a moan from my lips. I could feel the twitches in his dick, and I could feel my boycunt twitching along with it.
We both came, him with a roar, and me with a loud whine. I felt the huge cock in me twitch sporadically, and globs of monster cum filling me to the brim.
It spilt out onto the floor as he pulled out, but it would take a while before the huge amount of it left me completely. The aftermath of being taken by such a huge monster.
Okay but portal kinks. The concept of just minding your business when you feel the symbols around your holes start to thrum and then something starts pushing into you. You can’t see anyone behind you, you can’t even feel anything in your pants, but there’s something inside of you, working you apart, teasing and prodding until it’s had its full and its fucking you hard enough your eyes start rolling back in your head, but you can’t do anything about the thick tentacles and alien cocks fucking you in earnest, because you’re supposed to be at work, standing in front of the rest of your coworkers while you do a presentation, hoping that no one notices your cum dripping down the inside of your thighs.
A monster dom using you as a fleshlight to edge their monster sub
Dom squeezes your midsection as they slide you up and down the subs dick
The vibe on your dick/clit keeps your hole twitching around the cock
They hold you still while the sub bucks up into you in desperation before lifting you off completely
Your cum drips onto the sub who is getting more and more desperate
Finally, the dom lets you go and tells the sub they can fuck you however they want. They flip so you're on your back and start pounding into you. Your overly sensitive and screaming as they push you through another orgasm, pulling their orgasm from them
Orcs kind of have the perfect breeder bodies ngl… Not in terms of being bred, but doing the breeding. Imagine, they’re triple your size and holding you captive in their lap after raiding your village and taking you as their spoil, their hot breath on your neck while they run their length in between your squirming legs. They grip you by your ass n’ hips with their massive hands and position you like a fleshlight, leaving you to awkwardly hold yourself up as they spread you open with their thumbs for their wet tip and expectedly watch your little human hole swallow up their fat orc cock.
And they’ve got the kind of cock that’s thickest near the head and slightly smaller towards the base so that once they’ve squeezed all that in, they can slide you all the way down to their hips where your gaping hole is going to suck the rest of them right in. Strong stomach with a thick happy trail now resting against your ass as they push your head into the mattress layered with pelts. With such an imposing size, they bulge out your little tummy, their sheer girth keeping them bottoming out with every thrust. “I will get plenty of use out of you, little one. Should you give your master strong whelps, you’ll never be empty again.”
You’ll be hot and ravaged by your captor by the end of the night, pinned under the extra weight of so much thick, virile, orc cum, the claim they put on you, while they’re slamming into you and soaking their swollen cock till you’re looking swollen with their kin.
Monster boyfriend whose semen is mildly dangerous for humans so he 100% absolutely can not cum inside of you when he fucks you.
Even as he fucks you, his precum is enough to make your body tingle. he means to pull out, he has to. But your sweet cunt is just so tight, milking his shaft so hard he can't help it. Your dirty pussy needs his cum.
At first, he worries that he accidentally poisoned you because his pull-out game is weak but it turns out that when people say "mildly dangerous to humans" they mean "one hell of an aphrodisiac".
You spend the rest of the night grinding against him, whimpering like a bitch in heat begging him to fuck you good and hard. He knows you won't calm down until he can keep himself from unloading in your cum coated pussy, but how can he say no when you and your cunt are both begging for him? Eventually one of you will pass out, that's the only way it stops.
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