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Dragonâs Heat Trigger (dragon x fem human reader)
Summary: Vaelthar the dragon wakes up after centuries with one purpose: you. His mate. His obsession. His heat-trigger. Inspired by a post I created on Tumblr.
TW: all characters are adults and the sexual act is fully consensual, oral, P in V, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, knotting, extreme size difference, lots of fluids, impressive/huge dragon đ.
Inspired by this post.
A terrible purr tore through the mountain, shaking it to its core.
And inside, heat blasted out of the cavern, shaking the air, fire bursting upward and soaring in the sky. Villagers far below had already locked themselves inside or fled, terrified of the ancient legend finally stirring awake.
Vaelthar the Heatbreaker. The dragon of prophecy. The one said to wake only when he rose to claim his mate.
And somehow, of all cursed days, you had chosen this one to climb his mountain. His mountain. AhhhâŠ. How would you know? Besides, it was a lovely mountain, undisturbed and pure because people never ventured close. But now the earth shook under your boots, heat rolling up through the stone, and the purring⊠gods, that deep, bone-rattling purring sank straight into your body, making you soft and warm where you shouldnât be.
Now you were near the top, far up to go running for cover. You stumbled when another quake hit, dust choking your lungs, your heart hammering as another roar shattered the sky. A roar so deep, so thick, it rattled your bones.
Then he came.
A dragon. NoâTHE dragon. Vaelthar.
His shadow poured out of the cavern, and it just kept coming. Scale by scale, claw by claw, horn by horn, his form stretched impossibly large, towering above stone. Tall and towering in his full dragon form. Terrifying but beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful and fiveâ no, six times your size.
You froze and just stared at him.
Wings unfurled, black and gold, vast enough to smother the morning light. Horns curled back like crowns, fangs flashing with drool. His chest glowed faintly with fire under his scales, a powerful body contained in muscle and rage.
Dust poured from his wings, stone cracked beneath his talons, but when his eyes openedâŠ
Oh... such stunning eyes. Molten gold, slit with black and when they fixed on you, it wasnât hunger for meat you saw. Youâd expected your life to be gone in a jiffy. Your doom was imminent. But⊠but this was something worse. Something⊠inevitable. Because the dragon appeared interested in you.
âMine.â The word shuddered from his chest, half growl, half purr.
Your lips parted. âY-you can speakâŠâ
The earth cracked as he lowered his massive head. His breath fogged your skin, hot but pleasant. He inhaled, taking in your scent, and the sound he madeâŠ. gods⊠it was broken, desperate. And made more warmth pool in your belly, forcing you to clench your thighs in embarrassment.
âCenturies for you,â he rasped. âMate. Obsession. Heat.â
âIâŠâ your breath hitched, more heat wrapping your body like chains. âI donât understandâŠâ
âYou will.â
His tongue slid out, two times the size of your arm, dragging up your body in one stroke. You gasped, stumbling, your hands flying to his snout as he purred deep in his chest. A dragon⊠heâd licked you up like a treat. Shame licked through you, but⊠why did it feel so good? Why did it make you throb down there, dripping arousal?
He inhaled again. Deep. A guttural growl slipped from him.
âAhhh⊠yes. Wet.â His muzzle lowered until his breath scorched the front of your dress. âSoaked little mate⊠coming to me dripping.â
Your thighs clamped together, shame and heat rushing through you. âI-I didnâtâno, I wasnâtââ
His tail slid around your waist, pulling you against his massive muzzle. Another long lick claimed your legs, your dress dampened, clinging.
âSuch a good mate,â he whispered, nudging against your neck. âComing to me soft. Slick. Mine.â
âIâm not⊠Iâm not yours, I told you! I donât understandââ
âYou donât need to,â he growled, pressing his muzzle to yours your lips and before you could resist, his tongue slid between them, thick and hot, coaxing your mouth wider. You gasped, choked, tried to protest, but the taste of him melted you, the sheer heat and pleasure of his kiss swallowing every thought.
Your tiny tongue met the tip of his, daring, bold, and his purr deepened in joy. Dragon heat filled your lungs as your tongue brushed with his. When he pulled back, saliva connected you, your chest heaving, your pussy positively soaked. WowâŠ
âIâm Vaelthar, sweet one. And Iâm yours.â
âVaeltharâŠâ you repeated, still trembling from the kiss.
His golden eyes narrowed, his tail cradling you tighter. âYes. Say it again.â
âVaeltharâŠâ
âYes. You are mine.â
Tears stung your eyes, torn between fear and the aching pulse between your legs. âI⊠I am confused. Whatâs happening to meâŠâ
To calm you down, Vaelthar lowered his massive head and kissed you again. A kiss⊠if such a word could capture the raw hunger of what he did. His tongue pressed past your lips, stretching your mouth wider until you had no choice but to yield. The sheer weight of his appendage pushed deeper, brushing the back of your throat.
You gurgled but responded, it felt so damn hot having this beastâs tongue stroking yours, his muzzle angled so carefully, so perfectly, that not a single sharp edge harmed you. You melted against him, body slack, heart hammering.
âNo fear. No doubt. Only me. Only us. Trust me, treasure.â
The kiss went on and your body betrayed you, hips rocking against him, slick spreading hotter as he held you. His purrs grew, chest vibrating against your small frame. Fear slipped away, replaced by need, by heat and the unbearable truth that you were already his.
âThere,â he rumbled, dragging his tongue along your throat. âYes. Trust me. Good mate.â
You whimpered, breath breaking as his tongue curled back into your mouth, filling it again. He kissed you so deeply your knees buckled, but he was there. His tail cradled your back like an arm, curling under your hips while his clawsâŠ. those lethal, hooked weapons moved with masterful precision, ripping your clothes, slicing without nicking you, peeling fabric away as though it were paper.
You didnât even notice until the air hit your bared skin and you realized you were naked, body pressed hot against scales that burned but did not burn you.
Suddenly, the kiss stopped, Vaeltharâs bulk shifting, his wings folding as he sank onto his hind legs. His tail lifted you high against his chest, pressing your flushed chest to the heat of his body. Your thighs spread along his underbelly, unable to close, dwarfed by his sheer size. The scales against your breasts were satin-smooth, surprisingly soft, heated like stone in gentle sunlight.
And then you looked down.
Between the plates of his underbelly rose his cock. Gods⊠It was unlike any other. Enormous, monstrous, as thick as your thigh and longer than your torso, ridged and with ridges and numbs that seemed to vibrate, pulsing with light, as though fire itself coursed through them.
The crown was blunt and swollen, precum welling in fat drops, dripping to the floor with wet squelches.
Each drop was a reminder of how much he had for you, how much he needed to bury inside. And how much you couldnât take. There was no room.
Your eyes widened. Your throat closed. âGods⊠itâs⊠itâs too muchââ
âFit,â promised. âI make you fit. Moan for me.â
Just as he said that, the bulging cockhead pressed against your swollen folds, obscene in its size. Your slit fluttered around nothing, drooling slick as that enormous tip smeared you open. The glowing ridges and bumps that lined his shaft throbbed, vibrating against your skin with a pulsing rhythm that sent shocks of ecstasy into your core, making your cunt clench around empty air and beg for that monster dick.
You whimpered. âIt wonât⊠oh gods, it wonâtââ
âMy treasure is afraid,â Vaelthar rumbled, his growl strangely tender.
In a heartbeat, the massive dick drew back.
Noâ he pulled you back, repositioning you like a doll in his claws. The pressure of his length was gone only because his head was lowering, muzzle dipping straight between your spread thighs. His heavy tail coiled up behind you, curling firm and protective along your spine, his scaled hands gripping your legs open until your pussy was helplessly bared to him.
âScared little mate,â he rumbled, eyes glowing as his hot breath soaked your folds. âYou tremble for me⊠but your cunt drips. Pretty cunt. Fluttering for its mate.â
And with that, his tongue flicked out, that damned perfect tongue dragging a wet, filthy stroke from your hole up to your clit. You gasped, hips jerking, a blissful moan escaping before you could bite it back.
âVaeltharâahhâfuck, we⊠I donât think weââ
âWe can.â His growl vibrated against your core, and then his tongue separated your outer labia and prodded your hole. The tip budged and then thrust inside, sinking deep into your channel.
âAhmnnn!â You cried out, toes curling in the air.
That tongue slid back out with a wet schluck, slick stretching between you and then drove back inside, thicker than several human fingers gathered together, thicker than any toy youâd ever dared to use, curling inside you like it belonged there. You were starting to think it did. With how perfectly it stretched and pleasured you.
âSee? I can. You can. Your body begs. Stretches open for me.â
Vaelthar didnât waste another word. He was too busy devouring your pussy. His tongue thrust and twisted inside you, obscene, relentless, his saliva mixing with your slick until it spilled down your thighs in hot rivulets. Each drag of his tongue made a slick shlrk sound, each plunge pressing so deep you arched up into his muzzle, whimpering as it rubbed against your sensitive clit.
âAhhh⊠fuckâŠâŠ yes, close, so close!â You mewled, fingers tangled in the ridges of his snout.
Sensing your climax, his tail cinched tighter around your waist, anchoring you, while his massive claws held your thighs wide apart. Shameless, you rubbed against his muzzle until your vision went white. It hit, orgasm ripping through you, body convulsing, cunt clamping down around his tongue with rapid spasms. You sobbed his name as wave after wave of bliss flowed through you.
He groaned low in his chest, pulling back just enough to lick from your hole to your clit, your slick spilling down his chin. The sight turned you on. You loved your juices on him.
âGood mate,â he purred, tongue changing course to swirl lazily around your nipples. âSoaked for me. Slick little cunt, stretched on my tongue⊠ready for your dragon.â
Your head fell back, moans breaking into sobs. âPlease⊠yes!â
âYes. Good mate. Now you take cock.â
Vaelthar shifted you with ease, his clawed fingers scooping under your thighs, his massive body guiding yours until you were straddling him once more. Your chest pressed against the heat of his underbelly, and your legs were opened wide to accommodate the bulky girth of him. His cock pulsed between your folds, the tip smearing your swollen slit with precum.
The bulbous tip found you. Pressed. Breached. Spreading your folds wide, your slick mixing with his own. The blunt head sank past your hole, stretching you and you cried out, a sharp, broken moan that made his entire body shudder.
âYesss,â he hissed. âSound. Give me your beautiful sounds.â
âAhhh⊠f-fuck⊠itâs going in...â Your words faded as he entered deeper, thick inches of dragon cock filling you, the ridged bumps vibrating against your inner walls, awakening nerves that had never been touched this way before.
In and in he went, forcing your body to accommodate him.
âOh gods⊠youâre splitting me openâŠâ
His claws gripped your ass, holding you perfectly still. âBreathe, treasure.â
You did.
And exactly two seconds later, he thrust.
With one smooth, unstoppable stroke, Vaelthar impaled you to the base. His cock snuggled all the way inside until your ass met the hot press of his underbelly. Drawn out moans left you as your cunt swallowed the beast, climax tearing through you the moment he filled you. Your flesh quivered around him, barely had any space left to spasm but somehow it did.
âTreasure, oh my treasure,â he whispered, nuzzling your throat, his tongue hot against your racing pulse. âYou took me. All of me.â
Growling low, he lifted you, claws steady, then lowered you back down his throbbing shaft. Each motion had your walls rippling and squelching wetly around the bumps and ridges. More moans tumbled out of your mouth, higher and louder, as his cock entered you, stretching, filling, owning.
Then his pace doubled.
Harder. Faster.
The wet slaps of your bodies joined your cries, the mountain echoing with the sounds of dragonfucking.
âYesss,â he rasped, underbelly heaving. âTight little mate, stretched on your dragonâs cock. Your mateâs cock. Hear yourself?â His breached faster, making the squelching mess louder. âYou take me so well.â
You nodded, tears at the corners of your eyes. âItâs⊠itâs too big⊠so good⊠so full⊠need moreâŠgods, more⊠ahhhââ
âMine,â he rumbled, desperate. âMate. Heat-trigger. My end. My beginning.â
You panted, head tipping back. âYesâfuckâyes, Iâm yours!â
The dragon roared, wings snapping open, fucking up into you with power while his claws and tail held you perfectly in place, holding you without ever hurting you. His cock battered deeper until you shattered again. You sobbed, walls convulsing around him, the mess between you endless, slick gushing over your thighs and dripping to the floor.
âOn your knees. Present,â he rumbled primitively.
Dizzy with your orgasm, you whimpered when his cock squelched out, leaving you shaking, empty. He guided you down until you were on all fours, face pressed to the ground, ass high. He curled behind you, his massive shadow swallowing your smaller frame.
Despite his domineering size, you knew who held all the power. You. It was you he was trembling for, it was you his cock was weeping rivers for. You smiled and arched your back until your ass pressed into his gorgeous cock. The broad head ground against your folds, huge and dripping, smearing you with its heat.
âGodsâyes, in, inside,â you whimpered, pushing your face against your arms.
He pushed inside.
You quivered and sobbed, coming over the edge as he impaled you from behind. He roared and kept pounding, every vibrating bump and ridge of his cock dragging your walls wider.
âFuuuck,â you cried, knees sliding against the stone. âItâs⊠ahhh⊠itâs so much!â
Vaeltharâs growls deepened, protective even as he fucked you senseless. He curved his massive frame around you, trying to protect your knees from his powerful thrusts. You didnât care. His thrusts were perfect, building your pleasure, steady streams of slick splattering with every slap of his cock.
âTreasure,â he snarled against your neck, licking the sweat at your throat. âPerfect. Tight. Mine.â
You whimpered, pushing back onto him. âDonât stop⊠please donât stop!â
You felt it thenâ his cock swelling, the ridges vibrating harder. Something rounder, heavier, pressed at your rim. Your eyes widened.
âWhatâahhâwhatâs happeningââ
âKnot,â he groaned amid thrusting. âSeal you. Keep you. Breed.â
Words fled, time had no meaning as said knot shoved forward, stretching you beyond anything you thought possible. And yet, your body accepted it. With a sucking pop, it shoved inside, locking you to him. Stars exploded behind your eyes as another orgasm flowed through you, moaning his name as your body clamped down tight.
Then it was his turn. His roar shook the mountain. His cock throbbed and then the flood came; hot, endless cum pumping into you in heavy waves. Inarticulate rumblings escaped you as he stuffed you to overflowing, thick gushes running down your thighs even with his knot keeping you sealed around him.
âMine forever,â he vowed, holding you flush against him. âMate. Treasure. Heat-trigger. No escape.â
You whimpered, voice breaking in little climaxes. âYes⊠yes⊠yours⊠oh gods, Iâm yours!â
And he still poured inside you, pumping seed that formed a puddle under you. His wings spread over you like a protective cocoon. When he was finally done, it felt like an eternity had passed. Collapsed onto your forearms, body trembling but thoroughly satisfied, you felt his knot pulse thick inside you, keeping you stretched, filled, sealed. His.
âPerfect,â he growled, his muzzle nuzzling into your neck. âYou have me. You keep me. You wake me.â
You shivered, your mind still foggy from overstimulation. âWake youâŠ?â
âYes. I slept for centuries in stone. Waiting. All for one reason.â His growl deepened, knot shifting inside you, making you whimper. âYou.â
âMe? But⊠I-I just went for a hikeââ
âAnd came to me. Awakened me. My mate. My obsession. My heat-trigger. The only reason my heart beats so strongly.â
Tears stung your eyes, your heart melting for him. âYou⊠youâve been waiting for me⊠all this time?â
He licked along your jaw, huffing heat over your cheek. âEvery century. Every dream. I saw you. I burned for you. Until now. No more sleep. No more waiting.â
âYouâre⊠obsessed with me.â
âObsessed?â His laugh was a broken growl. âThat word is too small. I do not merely want you, little mate⊠I burn for you. I exist for you. I breed only you.â
The knot throbbed again, making you mewl, his cock still hard inside you. âWill you⊠keep me? I want you to keep me. Donât ever let me go.â
He nuzzled into your hair, softer now. âIâll keep you. Never to be parted from you. Not in this life. Not in death. You are my mate and I will keep you in my nest until the mountains crumble, until the stars fall from the sky.â
And still knotted inside you, his massive body curled protectively around your smaller frame, Vaelthar was finally at peace. Not because centuries of hunger were satisfied. Not because his purpose was complete, but because his purpose was here âyouâ bound to him forever.
Ahhh, Iâm squealing at how amazing this came out. I havenât done a full dragon oneshot in a while, and I missed it. Please show some love if you enjoyed!
Siren Imagine (fem x fem x fem): you are a pirate with a fearsome reputation among the seven seas. You fear nothing and no one until, during a treasure hunt, you stumble upon two sirens. They are captivating and they circle you, their voices in your mind and heart. They kiss, caress and whisper sweet little things all while removing your clothes. Their tongues taste your salty skin, leaving behind trails of moisture. You touch them back, removing the tiny seashells for bras and massaging and suckling their breasts. They lay you down, legs open wide, and worship your belly, tits and pussy, while you trace their scales and find the little spot that hid their moist pussy. You spend the day in hazy pleasure, not minding leaving behind your fearsome reputation and becoming their mate.
Imagine this: Youâre outside with your Naga monster boyfriends and they use their tails to âaccidentallyâ flick your nipples, or your pretty round ass. They are really naughty. Then, they âaccidentallyâ slither the tips of their tails under your dress, tug your panties to the side and fuck your drenched pussy and ass with their tails. You can only whimper and act as normal as you can because youâre in public. And they keep fucking you like gents, taking pleasure in what theyâre doing to you.
Just a thought I had đmight write an oneshot of I have time
And donât get him started if someone actually dares to get close. He gets super possessive, ridiculously pouty and full-on jealous if anyone even looks your way.
Youâre not just his mate. Youâre his everything. His heartbeat. The most precious treasure in his whole hoard and heâs not sharing. EVER.
And you? You secretly love it.
But how will you thank your dragon boyfriend for always guarding you?
I love what that anon said about the skull island! Got me wondering about maybe a giant ape hybrid (kong size) who finds a scared reader (she was chased by hybrid spiders) and he becomes her protector either carrying her on his giant shoulder or in his palm. Obviously heâs wayyy to big for her so if they want to have fun together she just lays in his palm while his giant tongue pleases her, with his other hand he pleasures himself đđŒđđŒ
Heyyy anon! I'm so happy you enjoyed the hybrid ape monster oneshot!! So sorry that it took a while to get to your request. I hope you see this and have fun reading!
The jungle floor trembles beneath you, your bare feet slapping against roots and mud as you run.
Behind you, the chittering grows louder. Predators. Monsters. You burst through a curtain of vines and slam face-first into something warm. Alive. Something that smells like wet fur and old thunder.
You look up.
And up.
And up.
A goddamn mountain of muscle and dark brown fur looms over you. His chest alone is wider than your entire apartment back home. His shoulders brush the canopy. And his face is hard; broad, heavy-browed, with eyes the color of amber. Said face tilts down to study you like you're a mouse that just ran into his den.
Whatever monsters chase you, skitter to a halt at the edge of the clearing. They hiss. They hesitate. Then they scatter back into the shadows.
You collapse to your knees, chest heaving, tears and sweat mixing on your face. "Oh god. Oh fuck. Please don't eat me. Please, I'llâI'll do anything, just don'tâ"
The giant ape lowers himself, the ground shaking. His nostrils flare as he sniffs the air around you. Then, slowly, carefully, he extends one massive handâpalm up, fingers curled like a rampâand nudges it toward your feet.
"Iâwhat?" You stare at the weathered skin of his palm, each callus the size of a dinner plate. "You want me to⊠get on?"
He rumbles. It's not a growl. It's deeper, like a purr. His head tilts, and those shiny eyes soften just a fraction.
You're too exhausted to argue. Too scared to run. You crawl onto his palm, and his fingers curl around you. He lifts you to his chestâright over his heart, which beats like a war drum against your sideâand tucks you against the warm fur there.
"Okay," you whisper, trembling. "Okay. I guess you're⊠you're not gonna kill me."
He chuffs. It sounds almost like a laugh.
***
Three weeks later, you've learned his sounds. The protective roar when something gets too close. The soft grumble when he's content. The way he carries you everywhereâon his shoulder when he walks, cradled in his palm when he sleeps.
He's gentle in a way nothing this big has any right to be.
And you're smiling more and more at him. You're happy.
Tonight, you're lying in his palm again, but this time it's different. He's reclined against a mountain, legs spread, and you can feel the heat coming off him in waves. His breathing is heavier than usual. His eyes keep darting down to where you're sprawled against his skin, wearing nothing but the scraps of your ruined dress.
"Big guy," you say softly, watching the way his chest rises and falls. "I know you can't talk, but⊠I see how you look at me. When you think I'm not paying attention."
His jaw tightens. He shifts, and you feel something hard press against your back through his palmâhis other hand, fingers wrapped around his cock. Fuck. It's enormous. Thick and as long as your entire body, dark and veined, the head slick with pre-cum.
"Oh," you breathe. "Oh, you want to⊠with me? But I'm so small, I can'tâ"
He growls low and brings you closer to his face. His hot breath washes over you, smelling of sweet fruit and warm earth. Then his mouth opens, and his tongue slides out, long, huge (no surprise there), glistening with saliva.
"You want to use your tongue?"
He answers by dragging the flat of his tongue up your belly, from your navel to your throat. Your dress bunches up, and you shiver because you are not wearing anything else underneath. Your bare pusy is exposed, and your legs open on their own. He does it again. The heat of his touch makes you gasp. The rough, wet texture of his tongue sends a shock straight to your cunt.
"Fuck," you moan, arching into him. "Okay. Okay, yeah. Do it."
He watches as you open your legs as wide as they can go and his tongue laps between your legs, pressing against your folds âand you're screaming.
His tongue is too big to fit inside you, but that doesn't matter.
He lays it flat against your entire cunt, from clit to asshole, and presses. The weight of it alone makes your eyes roll back. Then he starts moving, gentle circles that grind his taste buds against your clit, and you feel like you're being eaten alive in the best possible way.
"Yes, yes, yesâ" You claw at his thumb, your whole body shaking as he flicks his tongue faster. Drool drips down his chin and splashes onto your thighs. "Oh god, big guy, don't stop, please don't fucking stopâ"
Meanwhile, his other hand works his cock with heavy strokes. You can hear it; the sound of his palm sliding over that massive shaft, the grunts he makes each time his thumb brushes the head. He's watching you through half-lidded eyes, his breath hitching every time you moan.
"That's it," you gasp, arching, offering yourself to his tongue like a fucking sacrifice. "Lick my pussy, you big fucking beast. Make me come."
He rumblesâthat deep, chest-shaking soundâand doubles down. His tongue curls, pressing harder, and the tip of it just barely slips inside you. Just the tip, and you're already so full you can't breathe. His saliva is everywhere, coating your thighs, your ass, dripping down to pool in the lines of his palm.
You come with a ragged scream that echoes off the cliffs. Your whole body seizes, chest shaking, toes curling, and he doesn't stop. He roars and you hear the spurts of his orgasm while he keeps licking, keeps drawing out every last tremor until you're nothing but a twitching, sobbing mess in his hand.
When you finally go limp, panting, he pulls his tongue back and just⊠looks at you. His amber eyes are soft. His huge mouth pressed a kiss on your sloppy pussy and he brings his other hand upâstill wet with his cum, which has now littered the whole mountainâand uses one massive finger to stroke your hair.
"Fuck," you whisper, laughing weakly. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"
He chuffs. And then, very carefully, he lifts you to his lips and presses a kiss to your faceâit's all over your head actually, but you giggle at how cute and soft he is.
Around you, the jungle hums with sounds.
And for the first time since you crashed on this godforsaken island, you feel completely safe.
An incubus boyfriend who loves teasing his lover with his prehensile tail, his fangs, claws/nails, even his horns⊠all kinds of strange fun for him and his lover/mate
NSFW: Incubus bf x fem reader! Fully consensual, very kinky, including DP and knotting. Enjoy!
Incubus boyfriend looming over you, eyes soft with affection yet dark with intent; the look he gave you when he wanted to remind you exactly who you belonged to. You were pinned, not by his hands, but by the thick coil of his prehensile tail wrapped snugly around both your thighs, holding you open and exposed.
âThereâs my sweetheart,â he purred. âLook at you. All laid out for me.â
His tail slithered, the spade-like tip pressing insistently against your soaked pussy. You jerked, a gasp ripped from your throat, but it didnât enter. It just teased, rubbing tight, maddening circles around your clit while he watched your reactions with his hellfire eyes.
Long and meticulously-kept claws skated down your chest, not breaking the skin but leaving raised trails of sensation in their wake. He loved this: the control, the way your breath hitched at the feel of his sharp points. One clawed hand moved to your throat, a possessive collar, while the other hand circled your nipple, pinching just shy of pain.
Then his head dipped, and you felt the hot curve of one of his horns brush your cheek as his mouth found your other nipple. The scrape of a fang made you cry out, a spike of pleasure that had your core clamping down on nothing. He laughed, a dark, rich sound, and you felt the tip of his tail kept flicking your clit... it kept going and it felt so good. But it was still... not enough.
âPlease... hgnnn...â you choked out, arching up.
âPlease what?â he drawled, his fangs scraping the sensitive shell of your ear. âUse your words, mate. Tell me what you need.â
âI need your cock. Now.â
A low growl vibrated against your neck. âSince you asked so nicely.â
In one fluid motion, he settled between your thighs, the huge head of his cock pressing against your entrance. It was always a stretch, a toe-curling burn, and he loved to feed on the little sobs you gave as he pushed inside, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed, your pussy stretched taut around him.
âFuck, you take me so well,â he groaned, his hips beginning a deep, rolling rhythm that had you seeing stars. âAlways so hot and tight for me, just for me.â
As he pounded into you, one hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He licked a stripe over your pulse point before his fangs pressed down, not breaking the skin, but promising he could, promising he would if the mood struck him.
Then you felt it... the tip of his tail left your clit and, slick from your arousal, pressed against your other hole. You cried out as it nudged your ass, slow and careful, but steadily pushing inside you until you were double-packed.
Fully impaled, you could only writhe as he fucked into both your holes, the dual penetration threatening to short-circuit your mind.
âThatâs it,â he snarled, his pace becoming rougher. You reached up, your fingers wrapping around the base of one horn, holding on as he drove you into the mattress. The anchor point gave him leverage to fuck even deeper. He loved you clinging to him like this.
âTake it. Take all of me. Youâre mine. Every fucking part of you belongs to me.â
The coil in your belly snapped, a white-hot orgasm tearing through you. Your cunt clenched violently around his cock, milking him, and with a roar, he slammed home one last time. You felt the base of his cock swell, the knot inflating and locking him inside you, sealing his release as he pumped jet after jet of cum deep into your womb.
His tail pulsed in time within your ass, fucking you relentlessly until you shuddered through another climax, oversensitive and full to bursting. Only when you lay boneless and blissed-out, did he stop. He collapsed over you, kissing your mouth tenderly.
âPerfect,â he murmured. âMy perfect, greedy mate. I could keep you like this forever... hmmm... yes, I think I will.â
can you do a noncon story with mothman that has some predator/prey going on?
Mothman's Prey (mothman x fem reader)
TW: NSFW, MDNI, non-con, predator/prey, stalking, kidnapping, oral, P in V, hair pulling, biting/marking, degradation, fear play, size difference, orgasms, fluids.
You are hiking alone at night when you are captured by a Mothman...
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The trail was dead. That was your first mistakeâthinking you knew these woods.
Your second mistake was looking up.
The moon hung fat and luminous behind the treeline and shadows bled where they shouldn't. Branches snapped not from wind but from weightâsomething large shifting its mass from one limb to another, tracking you through the canopy without a single leaf rustling in sympathy.
You'd heard the stories. Everyone in your area knew them. But stories don't have six-foot wingspans that block out the stars when they stretch overhead. Stories don't have deep red eyes like blood.
You ran.
Your boots sank into mud, then hit gravel. The frantic pump of your blood echoed in your ears. The backpack slapped against your spine. A stitch clawed at your ribs. Behind you, above youâall around youâcame that sound.
Not footsteps.
Clacking.
Like mandibles grinding together. Like plates flexing. A rhythmic clicking that reverberated off every tree trunk and wrapped around your skull until you couldn't tell which direction led back to your car.
"Pleaseâ" you gasped, not sure who you were begging.
The clicking stopped.
So did the wind. The insects.
And then he dropped from the sky.
Not fell. Dropped. Eight feet of dark fur and harder angles, huge wings folding into his back with a wet shff. His head cocked. The blood-red eyes narrowed.
"Hello, darling. My, my... you smell sweet," he said in a deep baritone. "Like honey mixed with fear... the fear makes it sharper."
You scrambled backward. "Stay away from me."
He stepped closer. One leg. Then the other. His feet were wrong; too many joints, too long, ending in claws that clicked against the exposed rock. "You came into my woods. You walked my trails after dark." His head tilted. "That's an invitation where I'm from."
"I didn't knowâ"
"You knew." The red eyes flared. "Everyone knows. And still you came. Still you ran... tempted me... invited the chase."
No. No! You'd just wanted to clear your head. Just wanted to see the stars away from the town's streetlights. Just wantedâ
He advanced and you tried to bolt, but his hand caught your jacket collar and lifted. Your feet left the ground. The world spun. Then your back hit a tree trunk hard enough to punch the air from your lungs.
"Pretty little thing," he murmured, leaning in close. His scent was musky. "All trembly. All mine now."
You shoved at his chest. Your hands sank into soft fur, felt the hard muscle underneath, the impossible heat of him. He didn't budge.
"Let me go."
"No." His free hand came up, claws tracing your jawline with gentleness. "I caught you. That means I keep you."
"Keep me for what?"
He pressed closer. His body was all power and heat, that strange chitinous plating along his ribs grinding against your softer curves. You felt something hard nudge your thigh through his furânot a limb, not a bone. Something that twitched and swelled as he breathed.
"Figure it out," he rasped.
Your stomach dropped. "Noâ"
"Yes." His mouthânot a human mouth, wider, fuller, with those clicking mandibles folded flush against his cheeks, brushed your ear. "Going to take you back to my nest. Going to spread you out on the soft moss where I sleep. And then I'm going to learn every sound you make."
The nest was a cave hidden behind a waterfall you never would have found on your own. He carried you there unbothered by your frantic wiggling and shouts. One arm was hooked under your knees, the other cradling your back. Water roared on both sides as he stepped through the curtain, and thenâ
Silence. Warmth. The smell of earth and flowers and him. His musk coated the back of your throat made tears gather in your eyes. He laid you down on something soft. Moss, like he'd said, thick and soft and surprisingly clean. The cave glowed faintly, candles casting everything in soft light.
"Don't," you whispered as he crouched over you.
His hands found the hem of your shirt. "Don't what? Don't touch you? Don't taste you?" The fabric ripped like paper under his claws. Your bra followed a heartbeat later. "Too late for don't."
Cool air hit your breasts. Your nipples peaked instantly, and you hated them for it, hated how your body responded to the exposure, to his gaze. He stared at your chest like he had never seen anything like it.
One claw-tipped finger traced your sternum "Soft here," he said. "Softer than I thought." The pad of his finger circled your areola. The texture was strange. Gritty.
You bit your lip to keep from making a sound.
He noticed.
"No," he rasped, teasing harder. "I want to hear."
His thumb rolled over your nipple. Once. Twice. The friction made you gasp, a shameful "ahhn" that echoed off the cave walls. He rumbled approval and did it again.
"That's it," he said. "That's the sound."
His other hand found your other breast, and he worked both at onceâsqueezing, kneading, pinching your nipples between thumb and forefinger until they ached and throbbed and you couldn't stop the little whines leaking from your throat. "Nnnh... nnnh... please..."
"Please what?" He leaned down, and his too-wide mouth closed over one nipple.
The sensation short-circuited your brain. His tongue wasn't like a human tongue. It was longer, narrower, with a rough texture and it wrapped around your nipple while he sucked. The mandibles at the corners of his mouth vibrated against your skin, sending shivers racing down your spine.
"Ahhhnnâfuckâ"
He pulled off with a wet shllk. "That's what I intend to do."
Before you could respond, his hands were at your waistband. Your pants came off in strips. He didn't bother with buttons or zippers, just shredded the fabric. Your panties followed. And then you were naked underneath him, spread out on his moss, while he knelt between your legs and looked.
"Spread yourself," he said.
"What?"
"Your legs. Open them. Show me what I caught."
You shook your head, squeezing your thighs together. "I won't."
He laughed. Then his hands clamped onto your knees and pulled. Your legs opened wide. This time, air hit your pussy, and you felt yourself clench around nothing, felt the wetness you couldn't control.
"Wetter than I expected," he observed. One claw traced up your inner thigh, stopping just before it reached your folds. "Scared... but excited. Your body knows what it needs even if your head hasn't caught up."
"It's notâthat's notâ"
"Shhh." His thumb pressed against your clit. Just pressed. Just the flat of his thumb, gritty and warm, grinding against that bundle of nerves until your hips bucked without permission. "There. See?"
He pushed your legs back farther, opening you completely. His red eyes fixed on your pussy, your outer lips, flushed darker than your skin, on the way your inner lips peeked out slick and swollen.
"Pretty," he drawled "Going to remember how you look right now. Going to remember every fucking detail."
Moving too fast, he lowered his head between your legs. The first lick was long. You jerked, choked on a cry. He tasted you again. From the bottom of your pussy to the top, his rough tongue dragging through your folds. He gathered your wetness, an obscene shllk shllk shllk echoing.
"Taste better than honey," he growled against your flesh.
His mouth closed over your clit, and he sucked.
Your back arched off the moss. "Oh godâ"
His tongue flickedâfast, precise, that rough texture catching your clit with every pass. Your hands fisted in the moss. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head. He held you open like it was nothing, like your struggles meant less than nothing, and he ate you like you were his last meal.
"Ahhnn... ahhnn... ahhnn..." The sounds punched out of you with every breath. You couldn't supress them. Couldn't stop the way your hips rolled against his face, chasing his mouth, hating yourself for wanting it.
He noticed. Of course he noticed.
"Yes... grind on my face, darling," he groaned, the words vibrating through your clit. "Harder. Go ahead. Use me. You're already mine, might as well enjoy it."
"Fuck youâ"
He bit down on your inner thigh, making you sob before his tongue soothed over the sting.
"That's not what I asked for," he said. "Try again."
Your eyes burned. "I don'tâI can'tâ"
"Grind."
And you did. God help you, you did. You rolled your hips against his mouth, rubbing your clit across his tongue, his lower lip, his chin wet with you. Each drag sent sparks up your spine. Each circle of his tongue made your thighs shake harder.
"That's it," he growled against you. "That's my good little prey."
The orgasm built without permission. You felt it coiling low in your belly, felt your walls clenching around nothing, felt your breath coming in ragged "huh-huh-huh" gasps. You tried to push his head away. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the moss.
"You come when I say," he said.
"Pleaseâunnnh...I can'tâit's too muchâ"
"You can. And you will." His tongue flattened against your clit, relentless. "Come. NOW."
Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. You fell into oblivion, endless and helpless, while your core pulsed and your thighs clenched around his head and your mouth opened in a silent scream. He kept licking you through it, lapping up every drop of wetness your body released.
Shllk. Shllk. Shllk.
When you finally stopped trembling, he lifted his head. His chin glistened. His red eyes burned.
"Now," he said, crawling up your body until his weight pressed you into the moss, "I fuck you."
You felt his cock before you saw it.
He'd shifted his hips between your thighs, and something hard pressed against your pussy. Too bulky and too hotânot like a human cock. It was thicker at the base, tapered toward the tip, with ridges that caught against your folds as he rocked back and forth.
"Whatâ"
"My kind don't fuck like yours." He gripped his shaft, dark gray, ridged all the way down, weeping something clear and slick from the pointed tip. "We claim."
He positioned himself at your entrance. The head of his cock nudged against your opening, spreading your wetness around, not pushing in yet. Just... waiting.
"Last chance to say no," he said.
"That doesn't make senseâyou're not giving me a choiceâ"
"I'm giving you the chance." His red eyes locked onto yours. "Not the choice. Just the chance to say the word so I can ignore it."
"That's notâ"
"Say no."
You opened your mouth.
He thrust inside you.
You whimpered.
He kissed you, tongue plunging into your mouth as he sank inside you. Inch by inch. The stretch was impossible. Those ridges caught at your entrance, dragged through your walls, made you feel him in ways human anatomy hadn't prepared you for. And because he devoured your mouth, a sound came out of you that wasn't quite a scream and wasn't quite a moan.
"Tight," he gritted out. "So fucking tight around me. Squeezing like you want to keep me."
You couldn't answer. Couldn't think. He kissed you, swallowed your moans and filled you so completely you felt him in your throat, in your ribs, in your heart. His hips pressed flush against yours, and the base of his cockâthicker there, almost flaredâstretched your opening even wider.
"Aghnnn..."
"Breathe, darling," he whispered, his tongue licking your lower lip.
You sucked in air.
He pulled back. The ridges dragged in reverse, catching on every sensitive spot inside you, and you felt each oneâridge... ridge... ridgeâuntil only the head remained. Then he pushed forward again. Slower this time. Again and again.
Shllk. Shllk. Shllk.
"Better," he murmured. "You're getting softer... wetter." His thumb found your clit again, pressing in time with his thrusts. "Your cunt likes me. Even if your mouth won't admit it."
"Fuck... you..."
"You already are." To prove his point, he snapped his hips harder, driving deeper, and the new angle made you see stars. "And you're going to come again. On my cock. While I fill you up."
"NoâI can'tânot againâ"
"Oh, but you can." His mouth brushed your ear, those mandibles clicking softly against your temple. "You will. And you're going to thank me for it."
His pace increased.
Each thrust pushed the air from your lungs, made your breasts bounce. The motion seemed to mesmerize him because he focused his attention on them, nursing the hard nipples, marking them with little nibbles and sucks.
Soon, a second orgasm was building. This one started from somewhere deep inside you.
"There," he growled, feeling you tighten around him. "There it is. Give it to me."
You shook your head, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. "I can'tâit's too muchâtoo muchâ"
His hand closed around your throat. Not choking, just holding. Feeling your pulse hammer against his palm. "You can. You will. Come.For.Me."
The orgasm crested and kept cresting, making you rock like crazy. Your walls spasmed around his cock and your legs locked around his waist and your mouth fell open on a mewl that went on and on and on.
"Aahhhmmmnnnâ"
"Fuck," he snarled, and you felt his cock pulse inside you.
Hot. So hot it almost burned. He pumped into you with short, jerky thrusts, his whole body going rigid, a sound tearing from his chest that was a raw and monstrous clicking roar. His cum filled you. You felt it spilling around his cock, dripping down onto the moss, wrong and right all at once.
And after he was done, he stayed inside you. His weight pressed you into the moss, and for one terrible second, you almost felt safe. Then he squelched out.
You whimpered, felt empty. You felt his seed leaking from you, a warm trickle down your perineum, and you clenched instinctively.
He knelt between your legs, watching. His cock was still half-hard, glistening with both of you, the ridges catching the dim candlelight.
"Again," he said.
You stared at him. "What?"
"Again." He gripped your hips and flipped you onto your stomach before you could argue. Your cheek pressed into the moss. Your ass rose in the air. He knelt behind you, and you felt the head of his cock nudging at your entrance againâslick with his release, with yours.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said, and impaled you to the hilt.
You whimpered, grabbed fistfuls of the moss. This angle was different. Deeper. He hit something that made stars burst behind your eyes.
He moaned. "Good. That's good. Make those sounds for me, darling. Make all of them."
Claws digging into your hips, he held you in place as he fucked you. No gentleness now. No pauses. Just the relentless shllk shllk shllk of his ridged cock sliding in and out of your soaked cunt, his grunts and the occasional click-click-click of his mandibles opening and closing in pleasure.
"You're mine now," he said, each word punctuated by a thrust. "This cunt is mine. These sounds are mine. Every orgasm you have from now until I get boredâMINE."
You couldn't answer. Could only take it, only feel it, only exist in the space between his hips and the moss and the endless drag of those ridges inside you. You shattered again and he followed with a snarl, pumping more of that hot seed into your already-full womb. He pulled out and collapsed beside you, one heavy arm thrown over your back, pinning you to the moss.
"Sleep," he said. "We start again at dawn."
You didn't have the strength to argue.
The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was his red gaze, still watching, still hungry, still yours in all the worst and best ways.
"It's done. My prey has finally stopped running. She's where she belongs. With her predator."
