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My favorite fantasy is being completely overpowered and manhandled by a scary, dangerous and big monster. Even better if I’m half asleep, drugged or so exhausted and injured that I can’t fight it and think straight. Yet I will try anyway and be really stubborn about it, only to realize I never had a chance and the only reason I was even able to fight back was because he allowed me to, it’s just a game for him. And when he finally grows impatient playing around I’m so exhausted I can hardly speak or move, and that’s when he really starts to have fun with me. Im so tired and scared and it’s too easy to just give in and let his strong big body support mine, maybe even feeling a little safe despite my fighting and fleeing, my pride must surrender. What would only make it better, is if he was actually my protector. Maybe he had to play the role to avoid a even worse fate for me, maybe someone made him do it, maybe we were supposed to have meet way earlier and time ran out and the mating season came.
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There’s just something about a chase, isn’t there? The adrenaline to flee... and the anticipation to be caught.
Mmm... wandering, lost in a strange world and then this hulking monster appears in front of you. He’s nearly two feet taller than you. Broad shoulders and hands that could palm your skull. His breathing is a bit ragged, and he gestures down to his pants, tented in a massive arousal. He growls, “You would look good on my cock.”
You squeak at his crudeness but also your own attraction to him. You shouldn’t be after such a statement.
You run but hear him chuckle behind you. Your loss in this chase is guaranteed. His world, his terrain, and your blasted illogical unwillingness to actually get away.
“I can smell you, human. Why deny nature?”
Why indeed. Because... decency? Ethics? Morality? Does any of that matter when you’re no longer in your society?
What matters is you, and... you want him to earn it. You smirk, finding a second wind and racing up a hill and across a stream. Your clothes are soaked and you can hear his large foot falls splashing in the water.
You laugh and keep running. Your expression of joy has quickened his pace. He’s gaining on you.
The smell of his musk catches up to you. It’s insanely arousing, weakening your legs. Too soon his arms are around you. He tackles you to the ground. Despite his size, he shifts his weight during the fall so he doesn’t hurt you, pinned between the ground and his hard cock pressing against your back.
In one swift movement, your bottoms are gone and he spanks your ass in glee as one large finger dips between your legs. He sniffs his finger and licks it as he unbuckles his pants.
You turn on your back to see him better but gasp at his size. You try to squirm away, but he pins both your wrists with one hand above your head. The other hand grips your hip as his knee spreads your legs. His scent is overpowering and you find yourself mesmerized by his eyes ... and mouth ... fangs and ... by the stars! His tip is sliding inside you!
You moan as his girth gets stuck an inch in. He growls, wiggling his hips and rubbing the right place inside you. You arch into him, pushing him deeper, but only a smidge.
You’re both breathless with the tightness, the heat from your bodies’ closeness, and the extended effort of this penetration. But neither of you want to stop trying. He grunts, thrusting as you start to rub your clit, to make yourself wetter. He tears away your top to expose you breasts. He gropes them as he thrusts again.
You both pause to take a shuddering breath or victory and adjustment with each inch that he gets deeper.
You wonder if he’ll be able to get out. Then you moan as your hand brings your first orgasm around his cock. He sinks deeper and bites your shoulder in pleasure, “Do that again.”
This time he watches your hand and you blush under his gaze. A second orgasm is easy to find when his heavy cock is still erect inside you. You close you eyes as pleasure takes you again and he pushes deeper inside you as you cum.
You repeat until he’s reached your cervix. There’s no more room, but still more of him.
“My turn,” his smile is charming as he grips the base of his cock and starts to pump. You move up and down with his rest of his cock, firmly trapped inside you. You blush with how wet you’ve made his shaft and you rock with the weight of his balls swinging in time.
You start to rub your clit again as you enjoy the view. He grunts in approval, but starts to lose focus as his pumping quickens.
A part of you is screaming for him to stop before he impregnates you, but you feel your womb opening to him. Instinct tramples logic as you cum again around his cock.
He cums soon after with a silent roar. His large stream forces open your cervix to spill into your womb, bulging it with his cum. You scream in both pain and pleasure. Your voice echoes over the wood and scares a few birds. You hear their wings beat out of the trees and into the sky.
He collapses, rolling on his back and taking you with him. Lying on his chest, you enjoy him petting your hair and stroking your back. His cock remains inside you. You wouldn’t mind if he never took it out.
I read your story for behind the lesson, did you ever finish it? I’m so curious to what happens now!
I did not, and that’s the only WIP I can think of that will get a complete redo when I do come back to that story. So consider that Incomplete Draft 1. Lol.
I can relate with these sub anons, but in a bit of a different way. I've been told by multiple people that I have domme energy, actually been told by a few that I should be a dominatrix, and I'm a very independent person outside of the bedroom or intimate settings. I always kind of had that thought that something was wrong with me for not wanting to be a submissive like the ones you see on Tumblr, who have a whole agreement with their Dom and submit outside the bedroom and do tasks/chores/let their dom decide how they do things.
For me I don't think I could ever be happy doing that and it always made me feel like I wasn't a "true submissive" for not wanting to let other people decide whether I do/don't wear makeup, etc. So I guess, hey man I'm here too. Don't let anyone tell you there's a right way to "submissive" we exist on a spectrum ♥️
So true. There’s a spectrum for everything, and every relationship is different. The important thing is that you’re honest with what you want and honest if what you want ever changes.
I believe honesty with one’s self and others is a path to happiness.
Omg I can completely relate with the last anon! I worry about these things a lot and it’s exacerbated by the fact that I am very goal oriented and want to be a successful career woman but also not end up lonely and too old to find good men :( This is literally the best advice I’ve ever heard and was exactly what I needed, thank you for that 🥺❤️
💜 Keep your dreams, anon. The confidence you exude from fulfilling your goals will attract a worthy partner one day. There’s nothing sexier than a woman with a passion.
I realized that I’m very definitely a sub. I’m just really embarrassed. I’m already this tiny, sensitive, quiet and innocent looking woman who looks like a permanent 16-17 year old. And all I want is just a strong man who will take care of me and dom me, (and still respect me). I can’t be more cliche! What’s worse is that I look like a teen. Too many men is turned on by this in a real creepy way, and I just feel like I’m betraying myself by being exactly like what they want me to be. Yet I don’t ever feel desirable for the good men I want, because of how I appear, my breasts are hardly a handful in my own small hands! And now I have trust issues because I never know if the next man I meet likes me for me or because I’m literally an embodiment of his pedo fetish!
Sorry for the rant, I love your blog and you are just an awesome person all around!
There are so many levels to this post.
First off, never feel like what you want ever has to be judged by a standard.
Want what you want.
Don’t worry about cliche cause no one else fucking matters when it comes to your happiness. Truly, tell anyone who belittles your desires to go fuck off. You want a big, strong Dom? Fucking go for it.
And know you’re a beautiful strong woman no matter your shape and size. A good Dom will recognize your womanhood and respect you for who you are as a whole person.
And never be ashamed for being desirable as a cute, tiny sub - who might look good in a school girl outfit, but will only wear it to turn on a Dom, who sees her as an equal in the partnership. That is a true Dom/sub relationship: communication, respect, and loyalty to each other. Nothing wrong with Age Play between two consenting adults. And if you’re not into Age Play at all because of your bad experiences with past partners, there’s nothing wrong with being open and honest about what turns you on or doesn’t. A Dom takes pleasure in pleasing their subs. Your comfort is of utmost importance, always.
Unfortunately, thanks to media, society, and even some religions’ iconography, many women are brought up thinking of themselves through the male gaze. We can spend too much time worrying about how the other sex sees us. But that woman in the mirror looking back at you, that’s the only gaze that matters. Enjoy looking however you want to look. That confidence will attract the right partner eventually.
Looking 16/17 will fade. You said “permanent” in your post and, if you were worried about it, I just wanted you to know that time will eventually change that (I was one who was also mistaken for a high schooler late into my twenties. But also found a partner before I transitioned out of that misconception. He enjoys cute, small things from figurines to tiny ladies ^_^) So I wish you all the luck in finding your own. There are plenty of men who love small ladies who aren’t pedophiles.
Your trust issues are valid though. Just know that a past of broken hearts and horrible choices doesn’t mean a future of them. I found that all those bad decisions helped me realize how good my husband is. 6 months into dating I was still... happy. I wasn’t dreading going home. And honestly, I cried that day. Realizing that no partner in my life had ever treated me as respectfully, honestly, and caringly, I knew at 6 months I would marry him... it took me over two and a half more years before I got over all my own baggage and trust issues to ask him. We’ve now been together for ten years. - that’s my long-winded way of saying “give yourself a break and let yourself heal from those wounds in your own time.” I don’t believe I’m an exception. I believe that sometimes our destiny is not exactly what we expect, but love welcomes those with an open mind and a determined heart.
And one last thing that may be me just reading too much into your words (writer, can’t help myself). But I just wanted to say that small breasts are gorgeous. When you wrote “hardly a handful” it made me want to go on record and tell you that small breasts do not automatically make me think of a child.
I have spent many a night kissing up and down the chest of a lover whose breasts I could palm in my own small hand. Small breasts are more sensitive. Less padding means they feel every stroke of the finger or twist of the nipple. They can facilitate the best moans early into foreplay. Celebrate that.
Go on, run faster and faster treat. Run as fast as you can and try your very best to get away. You won’t, you can’t, but it’s so much fun to see you try. Ha, so much fear, so fucking delicious. Crashing throuhg the brush, not even sure where you’re going.
Ohh you don’t even know how sweet you already taste, pretty prey.
Quick! Look over your shoulder. What’s there? Listen hard, what do you hear over your crashing heart and pounding blood? Do you hear me creeping closer? Do you feel my breath on your neck, brushing blood hot against you?
Ohh getting tired are you? Losing all that nerve? Mmm, don’t worry pretty prey, I’ll be nice. I won’t tear and rip, just bite, just taste. Ohh your fear’s already so sweet, what will your blood taste like I wonder. Salty, like the salt on your skin? Or is it musk thick like the pesky arousal between your legs?
Running for your life but so wet, so ready, so pretty. Go on treat, run yourself exhausted through the deadly dark. And, when you drop, I’ll be there to keep you down.
The chill of Darkness, the scent of corruption, thoughts of depraved attentions from the Demonic Realm - all these things make your wet cunny throb with desire, Princess.
With your hands and legs tied apart, I'm going to hold your chin and force you to look at me eveeytime I sink into you slowly, pulling out anytime you avert eye contact and fucking your lovely brains out for as long as you're looking at me, baby. Of course, I'll have plenty of fun seeing how much you can take and how stretched out you can get before your brain shuts off and I get to ruin my precious little doll
I want to be tied up by you with a spreader bar around my ankles. I want to be your obedient little pet to use and praise for as long as you like. Once I’m whining from overstimulation, I want you to keep going until you’re fully satisfied and you leave me a whimpering, leaking mess. Even then, I’ll beg you for more because after all, I’m just your little bunny boy whose purpose is to be used and bred by you.
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Hi baby 🦊
I want your legs in the spreader bar, put up behind my neck so I can put my full length into you. I want to worship your body and make you cum as many times as you can. I want you to feel safe and cared for while I make you a fucking mess
Nights like this make you wish we were more tuned into our animal side as a species.
It’s such a pity that this slick, needy pussy can’t summon a fertile male...
That’s where monsterkind appeals. His claws would be tearing away your bottoms before you even knew he’d entered the room...
He sniffs between your legs and licks your soaked panties before chewing them away.
His arms crawl up your body, groping your breasts as he bends you over the desk. You try to remember you’re at work. You could lose your job being caught in this state - but his cock is already sliding inside you.
By the stars! You moan against him in relief and pleasure as he fills you, satisfying a need you’re tired of ignoring.
He starts to thrust, and you hold onto his arms for support. Spreading your legs wider, you gasp as you feel his knot bulging. He uses a claw to gently but firmly stretch you until he can fit himself inside.
It’s paralyzingly tight with so much of him within you. He glides his claw over your clit and massages your breasts. You relax into your pleasure as he throbs in tune with your rhythm. His hips sway with yours.
You’re one in this lust driving you both to the edge. Your orgasm squeezes around his cock and knot. He growls in pleasure and won’t let you stop. Chaining your orgasms, you’re vibrating around him. Your womb aches for him and he finally finds release.
He bursts. His knot keeps a tight seal and you shudder as your womb fills with the weight of his seed.
There is no doubt that you’ve been bred.
He kisses the back of your neck and thanks you for this gift as he rubs your belly.
The sounds of the office resumes behind the panting and purring. You hope he at least locked the door, because his knot isn’t lessening anytime soon.
He starts to stroke your clit again “to pass the time.” You forget your schedule and ignore the phone as you cum around him again.
Or the monsters that cradle you in their giant hands, gently thrusting into your tiny, fragile, human body because they know they can break you but stars, hurting you is the last thing they want, so they’re slow and tender and work their way in and they can literally hold you to their body with one hand cause you’re so damn small compared to them but so precious and they just want to make you feel good and wow I went really off tangent with this oops
Or monsters that can’t resist the urge to bite you, but they keep it as shallow as they can. Your blood and body are theirs, but they don’t want to see you seriously injured.
I absolutely love your writing! I only want to read your stories now, everything else just disappoints now, you are amazing!! And I’m fascinated by how you describe souls and how important they are, it makes my heart cum ass well ;p Where did you get the idea? Now I wanna know what my soul looks like and a monster lover who can see it an tell me!
First, thank you for your kind words. I’m glad you like my stories. ^_^
Second, souls. Oh I can’t take much credit for the foundation of this type of storytelling at all. It originates from the Undertale fandom. (Undertale’s a computer game that... well... stole my soul and hasn’t given it back.
In Undertale, souls have colors that are associated with specific traits. Some authors in the fandom have extended the soul color chart, while I’ve decided to delve into the idea that souls interact and leave pieces of themselves through deep interpersonal connection. This is partly based off the philosophy of Anam Cara (the idea that a soul is actually a web of people and you have multiple soul mates - both friendly and lovers - that you may be lucky enough to encounter in your life).
In Undertale, monsters can see your soul. In fact, if you decide to fight them, they fight your soul instead (...course, you could just... not fight. Which is why Undertale will never leave my heart. The game’s ending actually depends solely on your level of compassion.)
Anyway, I also started thinking about how in storytelling often a lover describes their love as glowing... or even when we see a smile and think it “brightens your day.” And I started sharing this belief in my stories. I love this idea that some souls are just strong and bright and full of life. That a passionate person has an over abundance of shine -
(Side note... love that some writers of the game Ni no Kuni also came to this conclusion and there’s a whole aspect of this game where you collect extra “heart” energy to help those with less...)
- And this also fits in my belief that things like “virginity” are unimportant. I know plenty of obnoxious and morally bankrupt virgins. Why should that be coveted? It wouldn’t, in my opinion. And I think the philosophy of love backs me up on this. When you’re in love, the physical is just... not important. And anyone who says otherwise, in my opinion, isn’t really in love with the person. Instead, they were in love with their vision of the person. There’s a Difference.
I believe that demons and monsters willing to cross species lines are looking for a soul that can transcend time and is full of powerful energy that could transform the world around them with their glow.
And souls are better with age. A person who over their life time keeps dreaming and burning with a love for their passions... they are the most desirable. - I think that’s a story unfortunately not told enough. We glorify youth and youthful dreams without recognizing just how incredible it is to still have dreams after falling, being broken, or having doors slammed in our faces.
So if you ask me what soul you have... it’s the color that brings a smile to your face. And if you have more than one color, it’s because your soul has become complex from deep interactions with others or just because you yourself are multifaceted.
And your soul’s brightness changes based on yourself in your environment. We have times where we feel faded... times when we may only be an ember trying not to burn out... and times where we burn like a super nova - even if no one else is watching.
Because if there’s one constant in this life, it’s change. Our souls are no exception. And your monster lover will spend their lives feeding the light of your soul, because they love watching you glow.