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Tight Quarters PART 2-FINAL (werewolf best friend x fem reader)
Summary: You have been avoiding your werewolf best friend after the intimate moment between you earlier that night. But Marcus corners you. Things get intense, physical, and very real between you.
TW: NSFW, P in V, oral (fem), fingering, possessive behavior, knotting, claiming, size difference, HEA.
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Happy reading, holy smut awaits below!
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The storm didn't stop.
And you... you became a ghost in the cabin.
Flitting from room to room, always one step ahead of Marcus. When he entered the kitchen, you suddenly needed something from another room. When he settled on the couch, you remembered something you'd left upstairs. When he looked at you, you found something fascinating to study on the opposite wall.
Candles got lit because the power was still unstable. Sarah made boxed mac and cheese while someone else burned popcorn in the microwave. You laughed at jokes you didn't hear and ate food you couldn't taste.
And through all of it, you felt Marcus watching.
When midnight came, everyone started claiming sleeping spots. One took the upstairs bedroom. Someone called the couch. A sleeping bag was rolled out near the fireplace while voices argued over blankets.
You waited until nobody paid attention before escaping to the attic.
Bad idea.
The second you stepped out into the hallway, a large hand wrapped around your wrist.
Marcus.
He didn’t say a word. Just dragged you down the hall toward the downstairs bedroom. His bedroom. You knew because it was saturated with his scent. The storm growled outside as he pulled you inside after him.
"They won't hear us down here," he said, closing the door. The lock clicked. "Not with the storm."
You stood in the center of the room, trembling, your tights ruined, your thighs sticky. The room was small; paneled walls, a pull-out couch, a single window showing nothing but rain.
Marcus circled you like the wolf he was. His dark hair was messy from running his hand through it all night. His broad shoulders tense under his gray hoodie. His beautiful green eyes glittered in the low light.
"You really thought you could ignore me all night?" he asked.
You swallowed hard. "I wasn’t ignoring you."
Marcus laughed. "Yeah? So that’s why you wouldn’t even look at me after grinding all over my lap?"
"I wasn’t grinding—"
"You came on my jeans."
Your mouth snapped shut.
He stopped directly in front of you. Towering over your smaller frame. His body blocked out the window, the door, the rest of the room.
"And then you avoided me for hours." His jaw flexed. "What exactly was your plan there?"
"I didn’t know what to do."
"You could’ve talked to me."
"I panicked!"
"You panicked?" His eyebrows lifted. "Sweetheart, you’ve been acting nervous around me for months. You think I didn’t notice?"
Your sighed. Of course he noticed. Marcus noticed everything about you.
Thunder cracked outside. Instinctively, you flinched.
"You know what pissed me off the most?" he asked quietly.
You shook your head.
"The fact you acted embarrassed." He inched even closer. "Like what happened between us was a mistake."
"It wasn’t a mistake," you mumbled before you could call the words back.
"Good," he drawled. "Because I’m done pretending this is normal best-friend shit."
Your heart hammered.
"We crossed those lines a long time ago," he said. "You know it. I know it."
He was right.
For a long time now, you'd lost track of what was normal.
The way you slept curled against him during movie nights, his arm around your waist. The way he growled at guys who flirted with you. The way his hand would linger on your thigh too long, and your fingers would trace his chest longer than they should. The way he looked at your mouth. The way you looked at his.
"I’ve wanted you for years," he admitted. "And now I know you want me too. So no." He shook his head. "I'm not backing down. You made a mess of my jeans. You take responsibility."
"I—"
"Do you know how hard I am right now?" He grabbed your hand, guided it against the front of his fly. The bulge there was obscene; a huge column straining against the denim, so large your fingers couldn't wrap around it.
"This is what you did to me. Thirty minutes of grinding that sweet little cunt against my lap, and now my cock's so fucking painful I can't think straight."
Your mouth watered.
"See something you want?" He unbuttoned his jeans. The zipper came down, tooth by tooth, and when he reached inside and pulled—
God.
His cock was huge. Thick, long and flushed dark red, the head shiny with pre-cum, thick veins running along the underside. His balls hung fat, drawn up tight against his body.
He wrapped his hand around the base and pumped. A bead of fluid leaked from the slit and dripped down the shaft.
"You're going to make it up to me," he said, stepping closer. The head of his cock nudged your hip, leaving a smear of pre-cum on your shirt. "And then you're going to remember that no one else gets to touch what's mine."
"I-I'm a free woman—"
He grabbed your jaw. His fingers dug into your cheeks.
"Free?" He laughed, and there was nothing friendly in it. "You are mine. You're not free because you have someone who belongs to you: ME. You think I'd let anyone else put their hands on you? Watch you squirm and cum?"
His thick thumb shoved past your lips. Pressed down on your tongue. You tasted his salty skin.
"Marc.... mmmhp—"
He leaned in closer. His musky scent filled your nose. Made your pussy clench.
"I'd kill them," he said, matter-of-fact. "I'd tear their throats out with my teeth before I let them see what's mine. That cunt belongs to me. These tits belong to me. Every wet, dripping sound you make, every time you clench around nothing thinking about my cock—mine."
You whimpered around his thumb. Your nipples hardened under your shirt. Heat flooded between your legs.
He released your jaw, stepped back, and smiled. "Now strip for me."
You arched a brow, smirking up at him. "Strip me yourself, wolf. You said you're mine, right? Come and take what's yours."
A deep growl and he lunged, his mouth claiming yours. His tongue coaxed your lips apart, while his hands yanked at your shirt. He peeled it off, then clawed at your bra, snapping the straps and tossing it aside. Your tights came next until you stood naked except for your drenched panties.
"What's next, sweetheart? Tell me what you want. This wolf who belongs to you. What do you want him to do?"
You gazed up at Marcus, your best friend for years, and saw something feral looking back. Was that side always there? What had you missed and why did you love it so much? This possession in his eyes. The absolute adoration. They set you on fire. He set you on fire.
"Please," you whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. Please... I need your cock inside me. I need you to split me open on it. I've been thinking about it for months, about how big you are, about how it would feel—"
He kissed you again, all teeth and tongue, his hand fisting in your hair while the other ripped your panties down your legs. He lifted you like you weighed nothing, spun you around, bent you over the arm of the pull-out couch.
Fabric rustled behind you. His deep grunts as he stripped off his clothes. You glanced back. he was naked. Tall. Furred. Muscled. Every inch the werewolf he was. He dropped to his knees behind you, hands spreading your cheeks apart. His tongue dragged over your slick folds, making your toes curl.
"Fuck, this pussy." He lapped again. "Pretty little pussy that squirted so hard for me."
"Marcus... oh fuuuck..."
"Hold still." His tongue flicked your clit while his thick fingers probed your slit. One digit pushed in. Then a second. Stretching you wider.
You gasped, choking on a moan as he pumped them, your juices squelching around his knuckles.
"Marcus—mhnn, it's too much—"
"I know, sweetheart," he whined, pumping steadily and licking your trickling juices. "I know you're so fucking tight. Hasn't had a real cock in ages, has it? But you'll take every inch of my fat dick anyway, won't you? Because you're my good girl."
You nodded frantically.
"Words."
"Yes—fuck yes, I'll take it, just please—"
The head of his cock nudged your slit.
You'd thought you were prepared.
But nothing, nothing, could have prepared you for the way he impaled you, the burning stretch of that thick crown spreading your muscles inch by inch.
"Fuuuck," you sobbed. "Too big—can't—"
"Shh. You can." His hips rolled. Sank deeper. You moaned brokenly. "Taking me so well. Look at that—" His thumb found your clit, rubbing in circles. The pleasure-pain short-circuited your brain. "—your pretty cunt's swallowing my cock because it was made for it."
With a wet squelch, he was in. Bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass, his balls pressing against your clit. You could feel every ridge of him, every pulsing vein, the way his cock stretched your walls so wide you swore you could feel yourself in your throat.
"Inside," you gasped. "You're inside—"
"All the way." He sounded wrecked. "Feel that?" He shifted his hips, and you felt the bulge of him moving inside you. "Feel how deep I am?"
You couldn't answer.
Your mouth hung open. Drool dripped onto the couch. Your eyes rolled back.
"Hnng—fuck, you're tight—" He fucked you. Slow strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. Your walls clenched around him, tried to hold him, and he snarled. "Shiiiit—
"Marcus—"
"Not gonna last." His hips picked up speed. The couch creaked beneath you, shoved against the wall with each thrust. "You feel too good. This perfect, wet, gripping cunt—"
He grabbed your hips. Angled you up.
The next thrust hit a spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.
"HGNNN—!" you sobbed. "Right there—oh fuck, don't stop—"
He didn't.
Brutally, his hips snapped against yours. Each stroke hammered that spot until you couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only ride higher and higher.
SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.
"Gonna bust," he warned. "I'm gonna fill this pretty cunt up. And then I'm gonna keep you on my cock until it takes." His rhythm faltered. "Until everyone upstairs smells it on you. Until they know."
"Yes—yes—"
"From now on, you belong to me. And I belong to you. No one touches me and no one touches you. You understand?"
So filthy. So possessive.
You came on his next thrust, your whole body convulsing, your pussy milking his cock as he fucked you through it.
"Guh—guh—guh—"
"Fuck—aah—" Marcus's hips stuttered, his rhythm breaking. His cock swelled inside you, the knot at the base spreading your slit wide. You mewled at the stretch. Felt the first hot spurt of cum flood your channel. "Hnnnnng— take it—"
Splorch. Splorch. Splorch.
He kept you impaled, pumping ropes of his seed deep into your pussy while you clenched around him, taking everything he gave. His knot locked you together—it was impossible to pull out. He slumped over your back, breathing ragged.
"That," he said, "was just the beginning."
It was minutes later when his knot finally deflated. He pulled out. You winced at the emptiness and the feel of his cum dribbling down your thighs. He spun you around, kissed you wetly, and wiped his thumb through the mess between your legs.
Then he brought that thumb to your lips.
"Lick it," he demanded and you wrapped your lips around his digit, tasting yourself and him together.
"Good girl." He smiled. "Bed. I want to hold my girlfriend."
You blinked, pretending innocence. "Girlfriend?"
"You are the one and only lucky girl."
You grinned. "Lucky doesn't cover it. From besties to this? I want you forever, boyfriend. Cuddle me and knot me to sleep every night."
"Deal," he drawled, kissing your forehead. "You're stuck with me now."
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Pairing: beast oc (Alaric) x f!reader
Summary: This is a story with Beauty and the Beast vibes. You live in a grand castle with a beast named Alaric. One day, you accidentally touch him and a glowing rose tattoo appears on your skin. Alaric explains that the tattoo is a sign of a curse that binds the two of you together. You can't get more than a few steps away from him without feeling pain and arousal. Forced to stay close, you both succumb to your feelings and the deep connection between you.
Warnings: 18+, mid-eighteenth century story, true love curse, beauty and the beast vibes, magic tattoo bonding, virgin reader, oral (fem receiving), foreplay and stimulation, p in v sex, big 🍆, belly bulge, knotting, lots of 💦.
I completely forgot to post this commission! Enjoy!!
Château d'Azay-le-Rideau, France - 1750
“Make it stop!” you groaned, wide eyes on the Beast, who stood calmly by the fire, his large, furred form casting long shadows over the walls. “Please, just… make it stop!”
“I cannot do that.” Came his voice, steady and infuriatingly husky.
The moonlight shone through the castle's grand windows, pouring glittering beams across your body as you paced back and forth, the tap of your boots echoing on the sleek floor. Your fingers moved nervously against the mark on your wrist, the delicate rose pattern twisting and developing, shimmering softly against your skin. With each passing second, the flower vines extended further up your arm, emitting a sweet warmth.
It all began a year ago with a professional agreement. The Beast was Lord of the Castle and needed someone to govern it. You were that person. You lived in his huge fortress and worked as his chamberlain. But what began as a rigid work agreement quickly turned into closeness.
In the past months, you’d grown used to his company, you were after all, alone in a huge castle with no one but a few servants to talk. He’d gifted you his enormous library, a beautiful haven of literature. He also spent time with you every day, taking you on walks to the gardens, organizing big dinners, music nights, and theatrical nights. You’d been foolish to allow yourself to get comfortable, to hover close enough and be tempted to touch him.
But his fur had appeared so silky and inviting. What was one touch?
You'd succumbed to the temptation and touched him, curved your small palm over his massive arm.
A moment later, all order unraveled.
A weird tingling sensation had begun to emerge from your wrist, and as you looked down, a red rose began to light softly, its delicate petals winding up your wrist, its thorny vines snaking out, tracing your skin with intricate detail. The tattoo was enchanted and even now— it continued to spread on your arm.
Oh, how foolish and naive you had been! To approach him so carelessly, hovering so close that his mere presence seemed to draw you in. It was foolish to give in to your curiosity, reaching out to touch him despite the warnings. And now, this—this thing—was strangely connecting you to him in ways you couldn't fathom.
The Beast—no, Alaric, as he was once known—kept staring at you like an idiot, his sharp features unreadable. He didn’t even look troubled. Why would he be? For once, he wasn’t the one in trouble. He rather enjoyed it, wicked Frenchman that he was. Yet as you glanced at him, you felt another spark, a liquid warmth in your belly. His form, massive and imposing, stood out against the moonlight, making the entire hall feel smaller, more intimate.
Alaric had been cursed long long ago, cursed to find misery, coldness and no love. His face was no longer that of a beautiful Prince but of a beast with horns, sharp teeth and lion’s mane. He was massive and muscled, with strong legs and a wolf-like tail. His clothing was still royal, tailored to fit his form. He looked as elegant and well-groomed as possible.
With an exasperated groan, you stroked your wrist harder, the glow intensifying with each stroke of your fingers. "Damn! Why doesn't it stop?! Please, stop it!"
He spoke with a long sigh, his voice low and rumbling. "I told you I cannot do that."
"You can't or you won't?"
"It's the mark of the curse…" His glance swept across your wrist. "There is no undoing it."
Your heart sunk at his words. You were aware of his curse but had no idea it could be transmitted through touch. Damnation! And damn the warmth of the mark, affecting your whole body. It felt warm and wet between your thighs as if a fire was spreading beneath your skin, connecting you to him. Every pulse of fire reminded you of your error.
“I… I didn’t ask for this!” you protested, rubbing at the mark as if you could wipe it away with sheer willpower. “I was just—just curious! I did not want to be cursed.”
“You touched me, therefore now you will pay. You are bound to me.”
You shot him a sharp look, waving your pulsing wrist in the air. “You could have warned me that I’d get cursed just by touching you!”
He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “But I did warn you not to touch me, didn’t I? You were simply too curious.”
“I thought you were goading me, challenging me! You didn’t mention the part where I’d be magically tethered to you like a pet on a leash,” you snapped despite the lingering warmth in your chest.
“You are wild and untamed. Always speaking back to me, always doing as you please. It’s your fault, little one.”
“Still…” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “A little heads-up would’ve been nice.”
“Where would the fun in that be?”
“Oh, yes, this is so hilarious. I’m cursed with a pulsing tattoo— it glows like a freaking beacon by the way—and you’re not in the least concerned.”
“The mark will stop glowing once you accept it.”
“I’ll never accept it!”
Alaric sighed. “The curse cast upon me ensured I would never be loved. I was cursed to live as a beast, hated and feared... alone."
You gazed at him, the weight of his words hurting your heart. His formidable, imposing frame suddenly appeared fragile.
“However,” he continued, “there is a way… for the curse to wane. Not to break it entirely, but weaken its grasp. The curse weakens—forever— when I am touched by someone who genuinely loves me.”
“So… this mark…”
Alaric nodded. “It means you are the one fated to love me. And because of that, the curse has loosened its grip on me. Though I can never return to the man I once was, I can have love.”
Your eyes welled with emotion, but you refused to cry in front of him. “So… this is permanent?"
Alaric hummed and stepped close, his towering frame suddenly feeling much too close. “I’m sorry… but you are now bonded to me, my thorny rose,” he purred. “Alas, you could have worse company, no? And the mark… I think it’s quite beautiful.”
You stared at him in disbelief. “Beautiful? It’s so big and so… damn hot!”
“That temper of yours…” he sighed softly, in a way a beast like him never would. “Of course it makes you hot. The closer we are, the more it will affect you. It’s a sign that our bond is… flourishing.”
You blinked, rubbing your thighs together at the effect of his deep voice, presence and scent. “Flourishing? My wrist isn’t a garden, Alaric. This is my skin. And I assure you, it’s not supposed to glow.”
“We are connected. The curse… it has tied our fates together. The more we fight it— both of us— the more painful it will become."
You swallowed hard. “And if I… don’t fight it? Will it stop and leave my skin?”
“No. Never, little one. The mark will just settle there, binding you to me, fully and irrevocably. But… I’m afraid we cannot stray far from one another without feeling pain.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
His lips curled, showing just the barest flash of sharp teeth. “Immensely.”
Stupefied, you spun around, intending to get some fresh air but the moment you moved away, a sudden, scorching pain went through your chest, making you gasp. He was there instantly, steadying you with a large, clawed hand. You curled into his body, sighing pleasantly at the feel of his fur against your skin. It felt so good, warm and inviting, his musky scent tantalizing your senses. You hadn’t realized it but your hands were buried in his forearms, holding him to you.
“Foolish one,” he muttered, his breath warm against your temples. “What did I just tell you?”
“Alaric…” you sighed, meeting his eyes with reluctant acceptance. “Make it stop, please, make this ache go away.”
A low chuckle escaped him as he rubbed your wrist, feeling the warmth pulsating beneath your skin and tracing the delicate rose mark. The rose's delicate vines had wrapped themselves around your forearm, growing faintly. You bit back a moan, despite everything, you felt the pull—the odd bond that bound you to him, pulling you nearer to him with each breath.
“Ah, yes… it can be intense. Every step you take away from me will only bring more pain, more desire pooling deep inside.”
“Deep inside?”
Alaric raised a brow, a glint in his eyes. “Hmm, deep inside your cunt. I can scent your sweet arousal. Always could scent your need for me.”
You looked away. His words made you wet. Tenderly, he turned your face back to him. There was no hiding your blush or emotions.
“The curse bound us together. Two halves meant to be one. And if we give in…” he trailed off, his huge palm framing your face. “Would it be that bad?”
The tension in the room shifted as he stood there, with you in his arms, the strange pull between you palpable. Were you truly the one for him? Your heart stuttered. The idea of being physically and emotionally bound to Alaric—a beast of both grace and power —was captivating.
And the more you thought about it, the more your heart and body betrayed you. Oh dear… Yes, you wanted him. You wanted him with every ounce of your soul. Right on cue, the tattoo—its once glowing petals and vines now settled into a permanent black design that curled up your forearm. Becoming a part of you.
You didn’t resist when Alaric scooped you up, carrying you through hallways to his private chamber— a huge, opulent bedroom with polished wood and velvet furnishings, tapestries hanging on the walls, and a stone fireplace crackling in the corner. The bed was the largest piece of furniture in the room; it had a dark purple canopy covered in silk and velvet covers making it appear incredibly soft and inviting.
Alaric lowered you on the plush bedding and he came to rest beside you, his body half-looming over you, massive yet tender and protective. His eyes, golden and intense, settled on you then down to the rose mark. His fingers, clawed but surprisingly gentle, traced the rose before his tongue brushed a petal of the tattoo, feather-light, sending a shiver of electricity racing up your spine.
You watched, breathless, as he nuzzled and licked every petal, every vine, every thorn, his muzzle soft against your skin. The heat of his breath warmed you as he worked his way up your forearm, his mouth following the intricate lines of the rose, savoring every inch of it. With each kiss, your pulse quickened, your body shamelessly hot, your pussy dripping slick.
“Alaric…” you said in a sultry voice you could hardly recognize.
“Easy. We’ll take it slow, my thorny rose.”
As he said that, his lips hovered just inches from your collarbone. His tongue darted out, tracing the delicate indentation at the base of your neck. A sweet gasp escaped you as he licked a slow, tortuous trail down the round tops of your breasts, pulled up by your corset and your bodice. The laces on your bodice came undone, the corset disposed of in seconds as he skillfully drew the fabric down your waist, exposing your breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze.
Your body arched closer to his, your nipples hardening into tight, aching buds. His eyes locked onto yours before he bent down and let his tongue trace the underside of each mound. You whined, burning so fiercely with desire as he licked the around your areolas. Teasing and exploring. Never quite getting to your sensitive nipples.
“Alaric,” you warned, thrusting your chest to his mouth.
“How I love it when you call my name.”
And with that, he licked one tiny bud, causing your body to shiver with want. Your hands gripped his horns, keeping him in place as he lapped one nipple, sucking wetly, his saliva and scent mingling on your skin. He did the same with the other nipple, and your body melted into his, hips arching up, breasts thrust sweetly into his lips.
You were lost in passion and he was only touching you.
You craved more. You wanted to touch, feel, and own every part of him.
Boldly, your hands slid up to his jacket, tugging at the heavy fabric, feeling its weight between your fingertips. You dragged his jacket away and he helped you remove it along with his shirt, without quite taking his tongue and hands off your breasts. Furry broad shoulders were revealed and a powerful, sculpted chest and stomach.
Large hands encompassed your tits as he growled softly and angled his head, his tongue trailing the curve of your neck. His fingers pinched your nipples, careful of his claws. Your breath hitched and you tilted your head back, offering him more.
“Oh god… yesss,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
Blindly, you brought his mouth to you, needing to feel his kiss. But he hesitated, pulling back slightly. His golden eyes met yours, darkened with desire but shadowed with worry.
“I’m afraid… of hurting you,” he drawled. “I have no lips and my teeth… they’re sharp. I don’t want to—”
“Use your tongue,” you whispered, breathless, gone was the shyness in you. “Please.”
For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, but then, as though unable to resist any longer, he surged forward. His mouth opened, and his tongue, hot and insistent, swept across your lips before plunging deeply. Deeper still. He tasted you, swallowed your breaths, and pressed his moist and burning tongue against yours, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through you with each stroke. You gasped into his mouth, the sound drowned out by the sheer intensity of the kiss, your hands grabbing his shoulders.
The sound of fabric tearing and garments hitting the floor was the only indication of what was to come.
The flickering light in the room danced across your flesh, both naked and unashamed. His body enveloped yours, his weight pressing down on you, his thighs spreading your legs apart. The sheer size of him caused your pussy to clench. His shaft was a massive veined rod of flesh, long and thick, with a knot at the base. His cock throbbed and leaked moisture, and his balls thick and heavy, hung like ripe fruit.
You couldn't help but reach out, a little bashful as your fingers stroked the silky warmth of his shaft. It was both firm and tender, as hot as touching a blazing flame. Alaric snarled and watched your small hands. You trailed the protruding veins and bulbous head all the way down to the bulging sac. He growled, his entire body tense.
“Such soft gentle touches. But I can’t—little one. I need to taste you, have you.”
You opened your mouth to protest but whined instead when his tongue licked the delicate folds of your pussy. Your body ignited, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Spine arching, you opened your legs obscenely wide, his head buried in between, wet tongue consuming your depths. He thrust his appendage inside, snarling primitively, and you sighed delightfully, your cunt pressing against his mouth as you shut your eyes tightly and surrendered to the passion.
“Mmmmm, so breathtaking,” he drawled, his tongue gracing your cunt. “I love the rose mark on your skin but even more so the petals on your wet cunt… so lovely and wet. I love to tease and lick them.”
Eyes holding your own, he hooked his large hands around your thighs, bringing them around his furred torso. His dick, massive and twitching, stroked against the wet petals of your cunt. He lubricated himself; you were soaked and ready to receive him. You wiggled and squirmed, impatiently attempting to guide him inside. Finally, with a gentle nudge, he growled, and the broad popped in.
Cupped your ass, he pushed inside, his cock gliding into you in one smooth thrust. You were incredibly tight, untouched and you gasped at the slight discomfort of the invasion. Despite his size, he somehow fit, his body seemingly designed to mold itself to yours. Your cunt was stretched wide, only his knot showing, and your belly bulged slightly, revealing the curve of his shaft beneath your skin.
Alaric caressed your belly lovingly as if marveling at the sight. “Yes, mine. It will be alright. I promise you. Does it hurt, little one?"
You shook your head. “Not anymore. Please… hmmm—move. Need to feel you so desperately.”
“As you wish, my rose.”
His eyes never left yours as he thrust out of you, all the way out before slowly filling you up. This time there was no discomfort, only building intensity. His shaft slid in and out of you, the friction reigniting your desire. Your body flexed, your walls squeezing around his dick as he increased the pace. His thrusts became faster and more urgent, and you held him, rocking against him as his tongue stroked yours, making you dizzy with desire.
Alaric was unstoppable, unrelenting and soon you were both shuddering in climax. He thrust one final time, bottomed out inside you till his swollen knot had popped inside. You whined, muscles contracting around him, your cunt snug around his knot, tying you together. You saw stars, thrashed wildly in little aftershocks as he released, a flood of cum filling you up. It didn’t help that he let out those delicious growls, tongue devouring your mouth.
Time seemed to stand still. You lay there, with him atop you, his dick still pulsing within you, his knot throbbing with a slow beat. It had been minutes and he was still spurting, though slower this time. You basked in the afterglow of your passion, felt so utterly at peace. Your bodies had become one and the tattoo on your wrist had never felt so right.
You were his, completely and utterly his.
“How are you feeling, my thorny rose?” he asked after he’d rolled over so you were draped over his chest, his knot still hard inside you.
“I feel loved,” you said as you rested over his chest feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the fur. “I have never been kissed or loved by anyone like this before—have never felt anything like this before.”
“There is no going back now,” he said possessively. “You gave yourself to me. What I feel for you is raw, primal. It cannot be stopped or contained.”
You grinned. “So, what? I’m just stuck to you for the rest of eternity?”
“Figuratively and literally, I’m afraid,” he said, groaning at the feel of his knot tucked inside your warm cunt.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?”
Alaric’s eyes softened. “I will never be the charming Frenchman I once was. That man’s appearance is gone, replaced by this… beast.”
Smiling, you let your hand reach up to touch his face, tracing the firm lines of his jaw, his fur silky beneath your fingers. “The appearance might be gone,” you whispered, “but your heart isn’t. Besides, I think I’m past wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse. French or not.”
A low chuckle vibrated through his chest. “You’ve got a strange way of looking at things.”
“And you’ve got a strange way of doubting yourself,” you shot back teasingly. “You might not be the Prince you once were, but you’re more than enough for me.”
“Don’t you regret it?” he asked quietly after a few seconds. “Mating with me? That I’ll always be… like this?”
“Oh, I am surprised but this is so lovely,” you murmured, hands caressing his shoulder. “It’s so lovely because I always wanted you to be mine. I've always felt attracted to you but was frightened to admit it. I was also scared you would reject me heartlessly."
“Never. I could never do that.” He took your hand, kissed the rose tattoo on your wrist.
You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. “You are thoroughly mine, Alaric.“
For a moment, he stared at you and a soft, almost amused rumble escaped him. “You really are something,” he drawled, his free hand brushing the curve of your ass. “You’ve given me something I thought I could never have again."
“I am yours,” you whispered. “I love you. All of you, my Beast.”
“I love you more, my thorny rose,” he said, his eyes dark with lust.
Smiling, you kissed and made love again —harder, hotter, and wetter.
Beach, Heat, and Knotting PARTS 1+2 (sea dragon x fem reader)
Part 1:
A quiet cove. A reader in heat. A game of teasing the beast who lurks beneath the waves. Your sea dragon bf, all claws, scales, and hunger, dragging you into the sand and proving just how possessive he can be.
Expect: heat-drunk desire, ripped bikinis, monster 🍆, knotting, overstimulation and so much more.
Part 2:
Dragon bf isn’t done with you. Not even close.
Dragged into his cave, your body still stretched and dripping, your dragon needs more. Not just your pussy.
Expect: ass-eating, slow teasing tongue play, ass-stretching with that massive cock, knotting, overstimulation, and a dragon who fucks you raw then cuddles you like it’s the sweetest thing in the world.
The werewolf breathed against your skin, his hips snapping repeatedly against yours. You were trapped beneath him, his huge cock invading your depths. Your belly rubbed on the mattress, the best squealing. Slick dripped down your bunny cunt as you rocked against him, begging for his knot.
“Patience, little bunny,” he licked your sweaty neck where his mating mark resided. “Need to fuck you properly, make sure your heat is satiated.”
And it goes on and on, with him putting you on all kinds of positions, fucking you crazy before finally stuffing you with his seed and his knot.
A watercolor painting of a swimmer encoutering some sapphic mermaids, edited slightly for tumblr. (The titty-out version is over on my bluesky at juliedillon.bsky.social )
need werewolf boyfriend to lovingly fuck me to make me forget about trauma and lick my tears away and knot me
Werewolf Lovingly Fucking You
Hiii anon! Ahhh, I need that too... 😭 I wrote a little something below! Werewolf x fem reader. It’s in 1st POV🫶🏼 Hope you like this!
TW: NSFW, MDNI, trauma (not detailed), intimacy through sex, p in v, knotting.
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I wasn't doing well...
A storm had been raging inside my head for weeks before he found me shaking on the bathroom floor. The memories came in flashes. The trauma. The pain. I wanted it to stop.
And then.... there was him. My wolf. My monster.
The only thing that feels real anymore.
His body covers mine, all that fur and muscle and heat pressing me into the mattress. I can feel his cock, huge and hot, already dripping, the knot at the base making my pussy clench just thinking about it.
He doesn't ask.
He never asks because he knows. He reads the need in my scent, in the way my thighs fall open for him.
"Shh, baby," he growls. "I've got you. Let me in."
And then he pushes.
The stretch burns but it's the good kind of pain—the kind that rewires my brain, that replaces every bad touch with his. His cock splits me open inch by inch, and I'm crying before he's even halfway in. Not from the physical. From the way he cups my face with those massive, clawed hands and licks the salt from my cheeks with a tongue too rough, too hot, too everything.
"That's it," he murmurs against my skin. "Let it out. Let me fuck it all away."
Deep thrusts punch the air from my lungs. Every stroke hits that spot that makes my toes curl, makes my fingers dig into the fur at his shoulders. He's not gentle. He's not supposed to be. He's fucking me like he's trying to chase the ghosts out of my bones, his hips slamming against mine hard enough to shake the headboard.
The knot starts to catch. Each pull tugs at my rim, stretching me wider, and I need it. Need to be tied to him, locked together, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Which I don't. I never fucking want to.
"Please," I sob. "Please knot me. Make me forget."
He roars and shoves forward one last time. The knot pops past my entrance and locks in place, and I scream. Not from pain. From the sheer fucking fullness. He's pulsing inside me, ropes of cum flooding my womb, and he's still licking my tears, still growling sweet nothings against my temple.
"There we go," he whispers as my body clenches around him. "You're safe. You're mine. And nothing—nothing—is ever going to hurt you again."
The trauma doesn't vanish completely. But right now, stuffed full of my werewolf's cock, knotted and claimed and held so tight I can barely breathe... the pain feels a thousand miles away.
Please consider- pack breeder for several alpha werewolves 👀👀👀
One breeder. A whole pack to satisfy. Hell yesss!!!
NFSW werewolf pack x reader
Imagine this: you are the pack breeder. You have the utmost respect and highest position. You are your pack’s priority. They make love to you, wolf after wolf, claiming you in every way, in every position imaginable. Pounding you full, flooding you with their seed, leaving you a mess and scented with them.
You carry their pups, their future. And you love it. You want their knots, their scents, their warmth and cum in you no matter what. You want to be fucked and taken till you can’t walk. Till you can’t think.
You want their wildness and their softness, too. Because after they’d wrecked you in every way, your pack takes care of you, cleaning your sore stretched holes, feeding you, cuddling you and whispering how precious you are… how beautiful you look carrying their pups. And that is how blessed your life is
Summary: you become the dragon shifter's mate and take both his cocks in your pussy.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, very nsfw, size kink, possessive dragon shifter, consensual and primal, oral (fem), fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms, DVP (dοuble vaginal penetratiοn), overstimulation, 2 monster 🍆 🔥, lots of 💦.
The second part is here! It's so sweet and explicitly smutty; you have been warned! Our dragon-shifter is so darn sexy as he claims the reader. Enjoyyyy!
Read part 1 here.
Full dragon masterlist here.
The cave was bathed in the warm firelight, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the rough stone walls and your writhing body. You lay on a bed of soft furs and silks, legs split wide and draped over a pair of muscled thighs. Chest heaving as your dragon-shifter—tall, muscular, and radiating power toyed with your pussy. His fingers spread your folds, exposing your little slit to his feral eyes. He rubbed your opening, gathering your essence in his fingers and smearing it on your clit. The touch was electric, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, your hands clutching at the hard planes of his chest.
"Hmnnn... yesss..." you breathed, your voice a whisper as his fingers scorched your tender flesh.
"Eryndrin," he said. "My name is Eryndrin, little flame. And you'll cry it out before the night is over."
You barely had time to register his words before buried his face between your legs, claiming you pussy with lewd kisses that left you breathless. His hands were everywhere, grabbing your hips, itching up your sides, and grabbing your tits. When his tongue slipped past the tight entrance of your hole, you saw stars, your body reacting to his touch like a flame being kindled.
Ecstatic joy burst through you as you thrashed, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, every slide of his tongue leaving a path of fire in its wake. Trapped under him, he kept devouring you, his hands cupping your hips and pulling you closer. His touches were electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
"Eryndrin!" you moaned as he pressed scorching, open-mouthed kisses on your clit.
He growled in answer, proving just how much he enjoyed hearing it.
"Say it again," he demanded, gently pushing a finger in your tender pussy.
"Ah — Eryndrin," you cried out, your voice shaking as he pumped that finger, wet noises filling your ears.
"Louder." Another finger pushed inside you, while he cilclred his tongie around your clit.
You went crazy and trembled. "Eryndrin!"
"Good girl," he said softly, his lips brushing over your folds. "Now let me hear you scream it."
He pumped his finger and he did. With each touch, thrust, and possessive growl, he pushed you closer to the edge until you were crying out his name, your broken voice booming throughout the cave. He prepared you for what seemed to be hours, rolling you on your stomach while pounding into your cunt, his fingers stretching you out. You came again and again, hips bucking uncontrollably as bliss and sweet pain molding into one. Eryndrin felt a primal need to fuck you but he also enjoyed the sight of your cunt around his fingers, the tight little hole stretching so perfectly around his digits. So he kept you there, enslaved to his shameless thrusts and strokes as tongue and fingers explored every inch of your sloppy wet cunt. You were his, and he was planning to have his fill of you. In every way.
“Eryndrin!” you cried out for the thousandth time, your voice breathless as pleasure crashed over you for the tenth time in a row. You were on all fours, sweaty and trembling while three fingers drove back and forth in your pussy, slick sounds echoing in the lair. His tongue lapped up every drop of your release while his free hand rubbed your back soothingly.
A whimper escaped you when he pushed his fingers out of your well-fingered pussy. He kissed your folds one last time before turning you over. Through foggy eyes, you watched him as he fisted his two huge cocks glistening with pre-cum. They were identical, large and lengthy from tip to base. Veins cradled them and now you noticed they were slick, self-lubricating.
"Ready, sweatheart?"
"Hmm, more than ever," you said rather dazedly causing him to smile. He'd given you so much pleasure, and you were still greedy for more. When he was done with you, you doubted you'd be able to walk. But it would be worth it. More than anything.
Eryndrin chuckled as he rested your legs on his chest, his cocks heavy on your belly. He guided the lower cock in your entrance, leaving the other outside. You let out a quiet hitch of breath when the head popped inside and the thickness of it penetrated you while the upper cock pulsed on your belly, the cockhead tricking moisture in your bellybutton. He fed you inch by inch, going inhumanly deep until he bottomed out inside you.
You quivered, feeling so stuffed and stretched. "Ahnnn!"
"There, good girl, taking one of my cocks deep in her pretty little cunt." He kissed you lovingly, then rubbed your belly, which was bulging a little with the shape of his shaft inside you. "It's alright. You are safe. Only my mate can take me like this. Your body was made for me. Does it feel good, my little flame?"
“Hmm, it feels so intense,” you panted, another climax building. “I'm… so close.”
Grasping your hips, he watched your cunt contract until his cock slid out, all ten inches of him glistening with your juices before pushing back inside. You cried out, your hands finding purchase on his other cock. You rubbed and pumped him in time with his deep thrusts, his shaft stroking and hitting the right spot again and again.
Again, you came in a series of moans, your body clenching and unclenching around his cock. But then you felt it: a new stretch, another building pressure that made your breath catch. Your eyes widened and when you realized what was going on; he was squeezing the second cock into your hole, the massive head pressing firmly, stretching your pussy further than you thought possible. Your body tensed, your eyes staring with fear and excitement.
Surely, you couldn't take both— "Shh," he reassured you. "You can take it, little flame. You were made for this." "What if... I—I cannot? It's too much." Eryndrin kissed you, but he did not stop. His tongue slid into your mouth the same time as his cock pushed in. Gently, agonizingly slowly. Both shafts stretching and filling you in ways that caused your vision to blur. Your nails sunk into his shoulders as you gasped, your body quivering beneath him.
"You can do it," Eryndrin rasped in your mouth. "Relax your muscles, sweetheart. There, let me help you feel even better."
Guiding his thumb on your clit, he rubbed back and forth, awakening your pleasure and causing your pussy to relax. So far you'd taken a few inches of both cocks, but thanks to your lubrication and that of his cocks, he drove steadily deeper. Deeper and deeper, opening you up for his girths. And then, with a final thrust, he was completely buried inside you, pussy impaled on both cocks. You cried and came undone, your clit throbbing in waves of heat even as your body tried to adjust to the unbelievable fullness. Eryndrin grunted above you, his hands grasping your hips as he began to move, each thrust sending ecstasy coursing through your body. "See? You took me so good," he said, his breath hot on your ear. "You are mine, sweetheart. Mine to worship and protect. Mine to fuck and stretch around my cocks." After that, you lost the ability to think. The stretch was intense, your belly rounder than before, the pleasure indescribable. You could feel the overwhelming love and possession as he claimed you totally, lewd sounds echoing, the plap-plap of flesh meeting flesh filling your ears.
Soon, he fucked you to another orgasm, his cocks squelching in and out of you. You thrashed and whimpered, overstimulated but he kept going, looking stronger than ever, his cocks feeling harder and thicker than before. His name became a litany on your lips, with each cry becoming more frantic than the previous one. Eryndrin! Eryndrin! Finally, with a roar that shook the cave's foundations, he joined you in relief, his lips spitting a flare of fire into the air. He slammed to the hilt, his cocks expanding even more and flooding you with cum. His stomach flexed as he spurted load after load, his mouth whimpering your name as he filled your cunt with so much seed that it trickled out of you and stained the furs and silks.
All that remained was the sound of your mingled breaths, the world reduced to the two of you, connected so intimately. Your body felt boneless and heavy as you lay beneath him, his strong body wrapped about you, his cock still releasing inside you.
"Today, you became mine," he said, his voice deep and possessive. "And I became yours. Forever."
"Forever, my love," you nodded, your eyes closing as you relaxed into the warmth of his embrace.
The last thing you remembered before closing your eyes was the immense happiness and sweet tiredness as he held you close and whispered how much he loved you. You slept in his arms, knowing that no matter what happened next, you would always belong to him—your dragon shifter, your Eryndrin.
Wow! This ended up so freaking good! It was FIRE!! Do you agree? I haven't done DVP, so I'm glad I tried it! Let me know what you think, your opinion means so much! Reblogs are greatly appreciated too 😆
Summary: you are mated to four hobgoblins. You live together with your hobgoblin mates in a cabin in the woods. It’s a very snowy day and your mates know just how to take care of you.
Pairing: MINORS DON'T INTERACT, this is filthy 18+!!!!, secret relationship, group intimacy (males only with fem reader), size kink, oral (males receiving), orgasm denial, stimulation, anal teasing and fingering, big 🍆, use of lube/oil, lots of 💦.
All parts of this mini smutty series are completed exclusively on patre0n. If this is your vibe maybe check it out 😘
It was snowing. Again.
Sitting by the window in the cabin, chin on your hand, you watched the snow fall and blanket the woods in a fresh layer of white. You smiled at the little snowflakes scraping at the window. At the corner of the room, a fire crackled in the hearth, infusing it with warmth.
You weren’t alone. Your four hobgoblin mates were also snowed in with you.
Your mating bond was precious and unique.
Most would find it strange, even scandalous. Four goblins and an elf. An unlikely group by any standard. But over time, you’d become heavily bonded and in need of each other. You loved them, and they loved you—adored you, actually. The connection you shared was deep; a mating bond explicitly intimate and for the time being, kept secret from both your tribes. The elf tribe would never forgive you for this… it was why you lived so far from civilization, in a cottage deep in the forest far away from the lands of your people.
Turning, you gazed at your four hobgoblin mates. Gruk, Thrak, Grogo and Nix. Their big bodies made the room feel small. They were all nearly two heads taller than you, their sheer size and presence impossible to ignore. Each of them was strong and powerful, with huge muscled bodies designed for both combat and protection. They had teeth that gleamed white in the firelight, their eyes shining in yellowish hues. Wearing nothing but dark embroidered trousers you had sewed for them, they had similar physiques but unique features that set them apart.
Gruk had rusty-brown fur and was the group's most grumbling member. His long hair was a silken mass of brown strands braided elaborately and secured with one of your golden elastics. Thrak was demanding and bold, with dark-gray skin, his fur shorter. His long, black hair was braided into many tight braids and tied off with one of your scarves. He carried himself confidently, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth.
Grogo stood out because of his red skin. He could be both sweet and commanding. His fur was also crimson, coarse yet well-kept, highlighting the muscles beneath. His thick black braid was secured with one of your velvet ties. Lastly, there was Nix, the tallest of them, his skin a dark green. He was watchful, always aware. He had long black hair styled in an intricate braid that fell down his back, again fastened with silk ties you had gifted him.
Their long braids signified their might as warriors and wearing your hairbands, showed off their proud place as your mates. It was one of the hobgoblin traditions. Mates had to wear something from one another. Your mates had also gifted you something; they’d gathered strands of their strong hair, braided them, and magically created a necklace for you, with a precious iridescent teardrop stone dangling from it.
It was a very special gift and you always wore it proudly around your neck.
The storm had started a week ago and your mates were doing excellent work keeping the cabin warm and well-stocked with wood. They went out frequently to clear the trails and seek for food. They also kept you entertained and claimed you at least once a day, always insisting on claiming you together — filling your every hole, then watching their seed trickle down.
They were strong possessive beasts with incredible stamina and you loved them so much.
Cheeks hot, you rubbed your thighs together at the memories of the night before. They’d fucked you good and deep, then let you sleep while they went out to hunt and clean the house. You awoke early in the morning, took a bath to clean off the dried seed from your skin, then summoned your elven powers to defend the local homes and people from evil.
After that, you’d attempted to assist with the cleaning and chores but your mates refused. They rarely allowed you to do housework, and when you did, they were furious with you. They were stubbornly committed to serving you, and the only work they let you do was sew their clothes, braid their hair, and take their cum.
Such diverse activities.
This morning, however, you felt extremely warm and wet, once again in need of your mates. You had done everything you could to pass the time and ignore your treacherous body. You didn't want to appear selfish by asking for more... they already did so much for you. You were becoming dangerously dependent on them, enjoying the feel of their arms around you and their dicks inside you.
"Hmm… another white stormy day," you mumbled to yourself, drumming your fingers on the wooden ledge.
"Bored, mate?" Gruk said, from where he was sharpening a crude dagger.
"I believe I have run out of things to do. The forest’s filled with snow. I can’t go out.” You sighed heavily and leaned back in your chair. “We've been locked here for days, and there's only so many times I can practice my magic, sharpen my blade or play with you guys before I lose my mind."
Thrak, who had been sitting cross-legged near the fire, looked up. "Careful, mate. You are beginning to sound like one of us."
"Worse," Grogo commented with a smirk. "You're starting to complain more than Gruk."
"I never complain!" Gruk reacted but the grin on his face said differently. "I only state the obvious.” He gazed at you fondly. “And I doubt the storm will end soon, little mate. Our bodies can handle the merciless cold but going out in this weather is dangerous for you.”
Nix, your fourth goblin mate, fed another log to the fire and spoke, his sharp teeth catching the light. “I think you all like to complain.”
You couldn't help but smile at that. It was true that your goblins were a little grumpy.
“You know,” Grogo said after a pause, his eyes flicking over to you, “you don’t have to sit over there moping, little one.”
You sighed for the hundredth time. “I know, but even you lot can’t keep me entertained forever.”
Grogo chuckled. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”
“She’s underestimating us,” Nix agreed with a low growl. “It appears we aren’t stuffing our mate good and deep enough. Hm?”
“Oh, shush you…” you muttered, pressing your thighs closed, hoping that your scent didn’t reach their keen noses.
“Why not?” Grogo said, his amber eyes locked on you as he inhaled the air. Damn… he could tell you were aroused. All of them. “We are alone in a cabin, all five of us… and you’re clearly in need of a punishment.”
Gruk set his dagger aside, spreading his legs, his gorgeous cock tenting up from beneath his trousers. “Exactly. And we have the very thing for that.”
Thrak stood up, palmed his equally engorged dick over his pants before winking at the others. “Let’s get to work up boys.”
In a heartbeat, they surrounded you, their clawed hands ripping at your clothes, leaving you naked save for the necklace between your breasts. They kissed you one after the other, their tongues licking into your mouth and tasting your moans. Then they curved your frame on the large couch, hands pinned down, legs bent and spread. Thighs wide open, pussy and ass bare to their eyes. You were shamelessly wet with juices, both yours and theirs from last night's session. Despite having washed most of it off, their seed still dribbled out of your pussy and ass.
Your pulse quickened. “W…what are you doing?”
“You’re bored, mate,” Thrak said simply, licking the underside of one pert tit.
Nix and Grogo sat at your sides, their hands seizing your ankles and holding them wide. They ran their large thumbs over your pussy and opened the lips of your cunt, making wet squelching sounds but never getting close to your clit. You gave a hiss, your pussy clenching around nothing, your clit swollen and needy.
"Please...just…ghphhh—"
You cried out before a cock—Nix's—was forced into your mouth. Mouth opening fully, you took him in; he was inhumanly long and thick, the massive girth ringed by veins. You let your tongue swirl over the bulbous head and down the veins as it moved deeper, seeking to feel the tightness in your throat. His swollen balls rested at your neck, heavy and hot.
"That's it," Nix grunted, studying your face as he rolled his hips further, able to see your neck straining to take him in. "Suck it deep, little mate. Don't you dare become bored."
Grogo laughed at that before grabbing your hand and encircling your tiny fist around his stiff cock. His shaft was too thick for your hand to entirely wrap around, yet he delighted in your physical differences. He also enjoyed seeing Nix feed you his rod of a cock. You let out loud gurgling sounds as his dick pushed deeper, training you to relax your throat and take his shaft fully down your throat.
“Grfff—mphhh—gu—ys—” You tried to talk, but it all came out as an incoherent gurgle.
"Be a good girl and you’ll have more," Gruk said as he sucked one nipple, tugging hard enough to make you whine around Nix's cock.
“Damn, do that again. She’s sucking my cock so hard—”
Gruk hummed and all too eagerly wetted your other nipple, suckling fervently, his tongue swirling around your bud. Again, you let out a muffled cry, then nearly gagged around Nix’s cock. Nix had your arm trapped as he pistoned in your mouth, a hand tightly gripping your ankle as you flailed, barely able to move. Grogo was on the other side, similarly holding your other leg as he pumped his hot cock in your palm.
“Pl-mph—ease?” You choked, inwardly begging for them to stop with the foreplay and just make you cum.
Seeming to pity you, Thrak and Gruk stopped enjoying the show and squeezed in between your thighs, peppering your inner thighs with kisses. You mewled happily around Nix’s cock while Thrak licked a thick stripe from your cunt to your ass. Gruk did the same, consuming the juices that dripped from your tender holes.
Your thoughts scattered when Nix came with loud grunts, spurting down your throat in deep explosive pumps. You clenched your throat, swallowed every drop. With a sigh, Nix pulled his cock out of your mouth and allowed you to breathe. You didn't, however, get much rest. Grogo was next, turning your head, the head of his dick slipping past your lips and down your throat. He wasn’t very patient. He was just as thick and long as Nix, and you whined as he thrust back and forth, using your throat.
Meanwhile, Nix bent to suckle your breasts, nibbling on each nipple. Your chest rose and fell, muffled moans escaping you as they took turns using your mouth and fingering your cunt. They all released down your throat, made you swallow their cum but brought you to no climax. They only teased your clit for a few moments, stopping when you got too close.
“N-nneed to…cum,” you muttered, droplets of pearly seed trickling down the corner of your mouth. “I promise… I won’t say I’m bored again. Please!”
“Lately you always say you’re bored,” Gruk slapped your pussy lightly causing you to jerk and whine. “We take care of you every day, fuck your greedy holes, and yet here you are, claiming you are bored. That is a disgrace to all we do for you, little elf.”
Thrak gave a wet kiss to your needy clit. You whined. Still not enough. “Maybe we’re not trying hard enough. Not fucking her enough.“
“Hmm, I agree. I think we must fuck that boredom out of our mate,” Grogo said, his tongue licking the line of your neck.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate you,” you explained, your voice strained. “You know I do.”
“Do you?” Gruk said, his deep voice rumbling through the room.
“You know I do!” you said desperately. “I love you so much but lately… the bond feels too strong. I need more. I need you so much!”
They groaned proudly at your answer.
Gruk and the others felt so damn honored that you were their mate. Elves were special— they only mated with their kind. They were also made differently, with pristine, sculpted bodies that resembled living works of art. You were the most beautiful out of all of them, heart, body and soul. You were the most lovely elf they’d ever seen, and they fell in love with you at first sight. You were reluctant at first but eventually accepted their friendship, started something so deep neither of you had imagined.
You were gorgeous, pretty, smart and kind. Powerful, too, as you could cast some of the most badass spells they’d ever seen. Your body was just as beautiful, your breasts and nipples begging to be sucked, your pussy and throat flexible enough to receive the entire lengths of their dicks. The same went for your ass, it was always untainted and clean, no matter what you ate or drank.
You were able to take their monster cocks without harm. No one else could handle hobgoblin dick like you did.
Perhaps they did not deserve someone so precious; perhaps they were too hideous and lustful for you. But you'd embraced them, accepted them wholeheartedly, given them your heart. They'd done the same, become so attached to you that the very thought of being apart was agonizing.
“All in good time, love,” Nix smirked as he reached for the bottle of oil beside the table, his eyes narrowing slightly as he lubricated his fingers and poked the gaping bud of your ass. You whined, used to their fixation with your ass.
It was another hobgoblin thing; if their mate had a pouting gaping hole, it was a sign of how much they honored and loved them.
At first, you were hesitant to let them anywhere near your ass; you were a graceful elf, and being fucked in the ass was absurd and desecrated. The thought was horrible, but they’d trained you to accept it. Your hobgoblins loved to kiss, prod and fuck your ass, keeping your hole swollen for them.
And damn them, because you’d never expected to like it so much. Having them use your body so thoroughly, invading you, stretching you, filling you up with their seed.
Lately, your nipples and clit were throbbing constantly, your ass and pussy greedy to be filled at every moment of the day. You were a disgrace of an elf, a lewd creature of lust. You had tried to resist the need… fabricated boredom in order not to hide your slutty nature from your mates. But you no longer cared. You didn’t want them to think you were bored of them or their touch.
You loved them so much, in every wonderful, heated way.
Instinctively, you tightened your anal muscles as Nix drove his thick finger into your ass. You whimpered and all eyes turned to watch your face contract in pleasure as he pumped that finger in and out of your yielding flesh. Through half-lidded eyes, you saw the others adding the lubricant oil to their own fingers. Heat flowed through you, intense and demanding.
"You need more, hm? Look how wide your ass is, love. One finger and it’s barely tight,” Nix said, removing his digit to reveal your cute pouting hole. Damn, he loved the sight.
“That’s your fault!” you muttered, your holes clenching, in need to be filled. “Your fault… for stretching me out — then not fucking me enough.”
“We should have been more thoughtful, hmm?” Nix gently fondled your anal bud before pushing his thick finger back inside. “Hmm, still not stretched. Our slutty elf mate needs more.”
Gruk’s grin was quick as he squeezed a finger next to Nix's into your anus. “We can definitely manage more.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Thrak murmured as he added his own finger to the other two, stretching your hole decadently wide.
“Oh, I want her trembling, walking on legs stained with our seed. Her holes soaked and tender from our cocks,” Grogo drawled, shoving his well-oiled finger inside alongside the others. “Is that what you want, love?”
“Yes! Yes! Please, fuck me!”
You heard them mutter a response, but it was lost on you as their fingers worked in tandem, fucking your ass with more than enough oil and juices to keep them going. You whimpered and trembled, but they kept you there, their fingers making lewd wet sounds. Then they used the pads of their thumbs to circle your tits and clit. You saw stars, felt your climax coming. When euphoria hit, you cried out, your entire body going lax.
Did you enjoy? Comments and reblogs would make me super happy!!
Imagine this: You’re outside with your Naga monster boyfriends and they use their tails to “accidentally” flick your nipples, or your pretty round ass. They are really naughty. Then, they “accidentally” 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 you’re in public. And they keep fucking you like gents, taking pleasure in what they’re doing to you.
Just a thought I had 😏might write an oneshot of I have time
Them: Nobody wants a werewolf romance where the Alpha scents his mate, knots her hard in the forest, and growls while filling her up so no one else will touch her.
