i would like to have fun with the prompts, send genshin character plus a kink and i'll write a short text, for example varka x virgin female, or stalker dottore x female patient
Varka x female knight!reader, NSFW, size difference, public, free use orgy, raw penetration, breeding
The Grandmaster's hall is silent except for the crackling of the great fireplace. You kneel on the cold stone floor, wearing only the simple linen shift of an initiate. Varka stands before you, a massive blond man in full ceremonial armor, his presence filling the room. 'The final oath requires complete surrender to the order,' his voice booms. 'Your body, as well as your spirit, must belong to us.' He nods, and the other knights form a circle around you.
The Grandmaster is the first to step forward, his hands rough as he tears the shift from your body. He pushes you forward over a low bench, his armor cold against your bare back. You hear the clank of his plate as he frees himself. His cock is as large as the rest of him, and he doesn't hesitate. He drives into you with a single, powerful thrust that steals your breath, stretching you impossibly wide. The other knights watch, their hands moving over their own armor as Varka begins to pound into you with a steady, punishing rhythm.
His pace is relentless, each powerful thrust driving you hard against the unyielding wood of the bench. His large hands grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he takes his fill. The cold metal of his armor bites into your skin, a stark contrast to the burning heat building deep inside you with every deep, claiming stroke. One of the other knights steps closer, his calloused fingers tangling in your hair and pulling your head back. You see the hungry looks on their faces as they watch their leader break you in.
Varka groans, a low, resonant sound that vibrates through you. He leans forward, his voice a hot whisper in your ear. 'This is your duty now. To serve the order with every part of yourself.' His thrusts become faster, more urgent, his fullness overwhelming your senses. You feel your own body beginning to betray you, a traitorous pleasure coiling tight despite the humiliation.
As the Grandmaster pulls out, another knight is already there to take his place. He turns you onto your back, his body younger but just as strong. He enters you in one smooth, hungry motion, filling the emptiness Varka left behind. His pace is quicker, more eager, and he kisses you roughly as he drives into you. A second knight kneels by your head, his hard cock pressing against your lips. You open your mouth for him, and he thrusts deep into your throat, making you gag as you're used from both ends. The hall echoes with the sounds of grunting men and wet, slapping flesh. Hands are all over your body, groping your breasts and squeezing your thighs. You lose count of how many take their turn, each one claiming a part of you in the name of your new oath.
The large knight who had just finished with your mouth now moves between your legs, his thick cock pressing against your well-used entrance. He plunges in deeply, his grunts filling the hall as he claims his right. Two more knights wait their turn, one pushing your head back down to the floor while another guides your hips into position.
Then Varka takes his turn again. His hands are like iron as he flips you onto your stomach, his weight pressing you into the cold stone floor. His cock is immense, a thick, heavy weight that he rubs against your slick folds before pushing inside. The stretch is breathtaking, a slow, burning invasion that forces a choked cry from your throat. He doesn't rush. He sets a deep, measured rhythm, each thrust a deliberate and powerful claim. His armor is cold against your bare back, a sharp contrast to the searing heat of his body inside yours. He grips your hips, lifting them to meet every punishing drive, his groans echoing in the hall. You can feel every inch of him, a relentless fullness that pushes you toward a shameful, undeniable peak.
All eyes are fixed on you. The circle of knights stands close, their faces a mix of stern approval and raw hunger. They watch every movement as the Grandmaster pounds into you, their hands idly stroking their own cocks in anticipation. You can feel their gaze like a physical touch, tracing the lines of your body as it's used. They murmur to each other, low comments about your form, your submission, your suitability for the order. Every gasp you make, every flinch, is met with their intense scrutiny. You are the spectacle, the living proof of the order's power, and there is no hiding from their collective watch.
The Grandmaster’s pace quickens, becoming a brutal, driving rhythm that leaves you no room to think. His massive frame covers you, each thrust grinding you against the hard floor. The knights press closer, their shadows dancing on the walls in the firelight. One reaches out to squeeze your breast, another runs a hand over your hip, claiming their share of the experience. You feel Varka’s body tense, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He drives into you one final, deep time, holding you firmly in place as he spills his seed inside you with a powerful, shuddering release. The knights let out a unified, approving groan. As he pulls out, another immediately takes his place, your body already being prepared for the next claiming. The ritual has only just begun.
Diluc x female! fatui, NSFW, cnc, fingering, rough sex, breeding
You are a Fatui sent to spy on Diluc, but he finds out, captures you and lock you up in his mansion.
The heavy door to your cell opens with a metallic groan, and he steps inside. He's impeccably dressed, a sharp contrast to your own disheveled state in this sparse room. He clicks the door shut, his eyes roaming over you with a possessive gleam. 'Have you reconsidered my offer?' he asks, his voice smooth as silk.
He doesn't wait for an answer, unlocking the cuff that chains you to the wall. His grip on your arm is firm as he leads you to the simple cot. 'Information has its price. But so does my patience.' He pushes you down onto the thin mattress, his hands already working at his tailored trousers. 'We can do this the easy way, or we can make it... difficult for you. Your choice.'
His fingers slide effortlessly into your wetness, a stark contradiction to the hatred in your eyes. You twist your face away, biting back a moan as his thumb finds your clit. 'Still refusing to talk?' he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. He curls his fingers inside you, pressing against that sensitive spot until your hips buck involuntarily. 'Your body is far more honest than your mouth, spy.' He adds a third finger, stretching you, his pace quickening as he feels your slick heat betraying your every protest.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block him out, but the sensations are too intense. His thick fingers slide in and out of you with a wet, obscene sound that fills the quiet room. Each thrust is a deliberate invasion, his knuckles rubbing against your inner walls. You bite your lip to stop the moans, but a traitorous whimper escapes when his thumb presses down hard on your clit, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure straight to your core.
He leans close, his expensive cologne mixing with the scent of your arousal. 'Look at you,' he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. 'Soaking my hand while you play at being defiant. How long do you think you can keep this up?' He crooks his fingers, hitting a deep spot that makes your back arch off the cot, your whole body trembling on the edge. Your silent act of resistance is completely undone by the desperate, clutching grip of your pussy around his fingers.
A sharp cry is torn from your throat as your body convulses around his fingers, your orgasm crashing through you in helpless, shuddering waves. You collapse back onto the cot, panting and exposed. He pulls his slick fingers out with a satisfied smirk. 'There's the truth,' he says, wiping his hand on your thigh.
He doesn't give you a moment to recover, pushing your legs apart and positioning himself at your entrance. With a single, brutal thrust, he buries his full length inside you. The stretch is immediate and overwhelming, filling you completely after the teasing of his fingers. He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming into you with a force that shakes the cot frame. Each deep drive punches a choked gasp from your lungs. He grips your hips, holding you in place for his rough use. 'You'll tell me everything,' he grunts, driving into you, 'before I'm through with you.'
He doesn't let up, his powerful thrusts relentless and deep. The rough fabric of the cot scrapes against your back with every brutal movement. You try to hold onto your resolve, to remember your training, but all you can focus on is the overwhelming sensation of him filling you again and again.
His hand moves from your hip to wrap around your throat, not to choke you, but to hold you still, forcing your gaze to meet his. 'You love this,' he growls, his eyes locked on yours. 'You love being conquered.' A fresh wave of wetness betrays you, making each plunge smoother, louder. You feel another orgasm building, a traitorous heat coiling tight in your belly despite your clenched fists and gritted teeth.
Your second climax crashes over you even harder than the first, a raw, sobbing release that makes your body arch against his hold. You cry out, the sound echoing in the stark room, your nails digging into his arms as you pulse around his cock. Feeling you come undone completely breaks his control. With a guttural roar, he drives into you one last time, his body stiffening as he empties himself deep inside. You feel the hot, thick pulses of his release filling you, a claiming warmth that seems to go on forever.
He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the thin mattress. His breath is hot and ragged against your neck. After a moment, he pulls out slowly, a trail of his seed leaking onto the cot. He stands, adjusting his impeccable clothes as he looks down at your spent, trembling form. 'Think about my offer,' he says, his voice cold and calm again. He fastens the cuff back around your wrist. 'We'll continue this tomorrow. I always get what I want.' The door clangs shut, leaving you alone in the silence, filled with him and utterly defeated.
Varka x female!reader, NSFW, fingering, size difference, raw penetration, breeding
You look up at him from the bed, feeling incredibly small beneath his large frame. His blond hair catches the light as he smiles down at you, his rough hands sliding up your inner thighs. He pushes your legs apart with ease, his fingers finding your wetness almost immediately.
You gasp as one long finger slips inside you, stretching you gently. He works you open slowly, adding a second finger that makes you arch your back.
His thumb circles your clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you. He leans down, his voice a low rumble. 'Such a tiny little thing. I need to make sure you're ready for me.' You can only whimper in response, feeling his fingers move deeper, preparing you for the immense stretch to come.
His fingers curl inside you, finding that perfect spot that makes your whole body jolt. Your hips buck against his hand as he pumps them steadily, stretching you with a deliberate, patient rhythm. You feel so incredibly full already, and the sight of his huge, muscular frame hovering over you makes your stomach flutter with a mix of fear and desperate need. He chuckles, a low, warm sound.
'So tight,' he murmurs, his thumb pressing hard circles on your clit. 'But you're taking my fingers so well. Just a little more, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on my hand before I give you my cock.' The promise in his voice sends another wave of heat through you, and you feel your climax building, coiling tight under his expert touch.
Your climax crashes over you, your body convulsing around his fingers as a broken cry escapes your lips. He works you through it, his thumb relentless on your clit until you’re trembling and oversensitive. He slowly pulls his fingers out, and you feel empty and exposed. He settles his weight between your legs, and you feel the blunt, heavy head of his cock press against your soaked entrance. The size difference is staggering.
He looks down at you, his blue eyes dark with desire. 'Ready for me, baby?' he asks, not even a question, just a low, confident rumble as he begins to push inside.
The initial stretch is a sharp, burning pressure that steals your breath. You feel every thick inch of him forcing your delicate opening to yield. Your pussy struggles to accommodate his girth, stretching taut around him as he pushes deeper with a slow, relentless pressure. A low whimper escapes you as the burning sensation gives way to a deep, full feeling of being spread impossibly wide. You can feel each distinct vein on his shaft rubbing against your inner walls, a constant reminder of his sheer size. He doesn't stop until he's fully seated inside you, his hips pressed flush against yours, and you're utterly filled by him.
He holds himself there for a long moment, letting you feel the complete and overwhelming fullness. A soft groan rumbles from his chest. 'So good,' he whispers, his voice thick with his own pleasure. He begins to move, a slow, deliberate withdrawal that makes you shudder, followed by a powerful, deep thrust that rocks your entire body. You can feel every ridge and pulse of his cock as he sheathes himself fully inside you.
He starts to move again, his hips setting a deep, steady rhythm that makes you gasp with each thrust. He leans down, his large body covering yours, and captures your mouth in a hungry kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips as his tongue invades your mouth, mirroring the possession happening below. One of his big hands gropes your breast, his thumb and fingers pinching and rolling your nipple until it's a hard, sensitive peak. The dual sensations are overwhelming—the deep, stretching friction inside you and the rough, pleasurable attention on your chest. He breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your cheek. 'You feel so perfect wrapped around me,' he growls, driving into you even deeper, his pace quickening.
His thrusts become more urgent, his powerful body slamming into you with a force that shakes the bed. The hand on your breast squeezes possessively before sliding down to grip your hip, holding you firmly in place for his deep, pounding rhythm. You can feel the sweat-slicked skin of his chest against yours. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he groans with each powerful surge. 'That's it, take all of me,' he rasps, his voice a raw, guttural sound. You feel him swelling even larger inside you, a sure sign of his impending release. His rhythm becomes erratic, a frantic, deep pumping that pushes you right to the edge once more.
Your orgasm hits you like a shockwave, a raw, shuddering release that clamps your pussy down around his massive cock. A broken cry is torn from your throat as pleasure floods your system, leaving you trembling and weak beneath him. Your inner muscles convulse, milking him desperately. That sensation pushes him over the edge.
He lets out a deep, guttural groan, his body shuddering as he drives into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. You feel him pulse deep within you, a hot, thick flood that fills your depths. Jet after jet of his release paints your insides, a claiming warmth that seems to go on and on until you're both spent and panting, collapsed together.
You lie there for a long moment, utterly spent and filled with him. His heavy weight is a comforting pressure on top of you. You can feel his hot seed beginning to leak out around where you're still joined, a sticky testament to what just happened. He shifts slightly, his softening cock slipping out of you with a wet, warm sensation. He rolls onto his side, pulling you against his broad chest. One big hand strokes your hair, his breathing slowly returning to normal. 'You did so well for me,' he murmurs into your hair, his voice low and satisfied. You just nestle closer, feeling completely claimed and content in the aftermath.
Wriothesley x female prisoner! reader, NSFW, humiliation, pet play, rough sex
You are a prisoner who disobeyed, now you're summoned to the office of prison warden. Wriothesley orders you to kneel in front of him and undress. you hesitate, and e moves.
You hit the cold floor with a gasp, the impact jarring your teeth. His shadow falls over you, immense and intimidating. He doesn't say a word, just uses his brute strength to rip your cheap prison uniform, the fabric tearing like paper until you're exposed and shivering on the ground.
He stands over you, his expression unreadable. 'I said kneel,' he growls, his voice low and dangerous. 'When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Now, get on your knees.' You scramble to obey, the cold air raising goosebumps on your bare skin.
The cold floor bites into your knees as you kneel before him, completely exposed. He circles you slowly, his heavy boots echoing in the quiet room. His gaze feels like a physical weight on your bare skin. He stops in front of you, his immense frame blocking out the light. 'You learn your lessons through obedience or through pain,' he says, his voice a low rumble. He places a hand on your head, his grip firm, and pushes down. 'Your mouth will learn its purpose today. Open.'
Your mouth opens instinctively under his command. He undoes his belt and the rough fabric of his trousers brushes against your cheek. His cock, already hard and thick, springs free. He guides himself to your lips, the head pressing insistently. You taste salt and musk as he pushes into your mouth.
He doesn't wait for you to adjust, setting a slow, deep rhythm that immediately makes you gag. Tears well in your eyes as he uses your throat, his grip in your hair keeping you perfectly still. The sounds are wet and choked, filling the silent office. You are completely at his mercy, a tool for his pleasure and your punishment.
A strange heat blooms between your legs as you suck him, your own body betraying you with a slick, desperate throb. He pulls his wet cock from your mouth with a low chuckle. You gasp for air, watching as he fastens a cold leather collar around your neck. The leash clicks into place.
'You're my disobedient little dog now,' he growls, giving the leash a sharp tug that forces you forward. 'Show me how you beg.' He puts his boot between your legs. You grind against the rough leather, humiliation mixing with a shocking jolt of pleasure each time you hump his foot. He tugs the leash again, forcing your back to arch. 'Faster, mutt. Show me you know your place.'
You whimper, humping his boot with a frantic rhythm. The rough leather rubs against your sensitive clit, sending sharp, shameful sparks of pleasure through you. He watches with a cold, satisfied smile, controlling your movements with short, commanding tugs on the leash.
'Good dog,' he rasps. 'But a dog needs to be properly broken in.' He pulls you off his boot and forces you onto your hands and knees on the cold floor. He kneels behind you, his large hands gripping your hips. You feel the broad, slick head of his cock press against your tight entrance. 'Now you learn your final lesson.'
His hand roughly gropes your breast, squeezing hard as his hips continue to piston into you. He brings his other hand to your face, forcing two thick fingers past your lips. You taste yourself on his skin as he pushes them deep, making you gag.
Tell me what you are, he grunts, his thrusts never slowing. You try to form words around his fingers, drool spilling down your chin.
I'm your obedient pet, you finally choke out, the words slurred and broken.
That's right, he snarls, driving into you even harder. You're my pet. And you belong to me.
The orgasm crashes into you without warning, a raw, convulsing wave that seizes your entire body. Your back arches against his hold, a strangled cry muffled by his fingers still in your mouth. Your inner muscles clamp down around his thrusting cock, milking him as pleasure and submission overwhelm you. He groans, his rhythm becoming even more frantic and deep. You feel him swell inside you, a final, brutal thrust that buries him to the hilt.
A hot, thick flood fills your depths, pulsing into you with each powerful jet. He holds you there, impaled and claimed, as his release paints your insides. A final, shuddering sigh escapes him as he empties himself completely, his weight heavy on top of you, pinning you to the cold floor.
Then, he takes you to a small room next to his bedroom, with nothing much but blanket on the floor. He hooks your leash to a lock on the wall and leaves you there, naked.
The door clicks shut, leaving you alone in the dim, sparse room. The only light comes from under the door to his bedroom. You kneel on the thin blanket, the rough wool scratching your knees. The leash is just short enough to keep your head up, a constant reminder of your position.
You can feel his cum starting to leak out of your sore, well-used pussy, a warm trickle down your inner thigh. The scent of him, of sex and sweat, is heavy on your skin. You are his property now, stored away until he needs his pet again. Every small shift makes the collar press against your throat, and you wait in the quiet dark for the sound of his return.
The sterile air of the lab chills your skin as you lie back on the cold examination table. Dottore moves with a quiet efficiency, attaching cold, sticky electrodes to your temples and your chest. The final two are placed low on your abdomen, just above your pubic bone. He explains the procedure in a monotone, calling it a neural-response test. A low hum begins as he activates the machine. A subtle current buzzes through the pads, a tingling vibration that seems to seep deep into your body.
You try to stay still, focusing on the white ceiling, but your breath catches as the sensation centers itself between your legs. It feels like a faint, insistent pulse right at your core. He turns a dial, and the intensity increases. The gentle buzz becomes a steady, throbbing vibration that makes your inner muscles flutter. A betraying warmth spreads through you, and you feel yourself growing wet. He watches the monitors, making notes, completely indifferent to the flush he can surely see creeping up your neck.
He adjusts the dial again, and the vibration intensifies into a deep, rhythmic pulse. Your hips twitch involuntarily against the table's surface. The sensation is no longer just a buzz; it feels like an invisible force is stroking you from the inside, a persistent pressure building right on that most sensitive spot.
Can you describe the sensation on a scale of one to ten? he asks, his voice devoid of any emotion. His eyes remain fixed on the flickering screens.
It's... it's a seven, you manage to gasp, your knuckles white as you grip the edge of the table. The throbbing is constant now, a steady mimicry of a touch you desperately crave. It's a deep pulse. It feels... like pressure.
He nods, making another note. The intensity climbs higher, pushing the sensation to an eight, then a nine. Your back arches as the artificial stimulation becomes overwhelming, your body tensing for a release that the machine seems to be deliberately withholding.
The dial turns further. The pulsing vibration sharpens into a focused, relentless rhythm that leaves no part of you untouched. It’s a ten, you cry out, your body straining against the restraints. The sensation is no longer just pressure; it’s a precise, unbearable friction that pushes you right to the edge. Orgasm is imminent, a tidal wave held back by his control.
He observes the frantic spike on his monitor. The subject is approaching threshold, he notes aloud, his hand hovering over the dial. Should I record the physiological peak?
His hand rests on the dial, his eyes cold and analytical as he watches your body convulse. Maintain vocalization, he instructs. Describe the peak.
You can't form words, only choked gasps as the vibration locks onto your core. It's too much... I'm... The climax crashes into you, a silent, shuddering release forced from your body by the machine. Your vision blurs as you pulse around the nothingness, completely at the mercy of the current.
He observes dispassionately, noting the data. The vibrations slowly subside to a faint hum, leaving you twitching and oversensitive on the table. The experiment is complete for now, he states, beginning to remove the electrodes. But we will need to repeat this after a recalibration.
Please... I need it. Don't stop. The words tumble out between your ragged gasps as your body trembles on the table. Your skin is still buzzing from the machine's current, a deep, unsatisfied ache that only he can fill. You look up at him, your eyes pleading. Fuck me properly, you beg, your voice cracking with a need that shames you. Use me. I can see you want to.
His control shatters. A low groan escapes his lips as he drives into you, his hips slamming against the table. The clinical chill of the lab is replaced by the slick, hot friction of his cock filling you. Each thrust is deep and purposeful, hitting a spot that makes you cry out. You can feel his precum mixing with your own wetness, the sound of your bodies meeting echoing in the sterile room. His breathing is ragged in your ear, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you know there will be marks.
He’s no longer a scientist; he’s a man claiming what he’s wanted all along. He buries himself to the hilt, grinding against your clit with every movement. The overstimulation from the machine blends with the raw stretch of him, pushing you toward another climax. You’re completely at his mercy, and he’s taking everything he wants.
He doesn't slow down. His pace is relentless, each thrust a deliberate, deep claim on your body. You can feel every inch of him, a hard, thick presence rubbing against that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl. The cold metal of the table is a stark contrast to the burning heat of his skin pressed against yours. His breath is hot and uneven against your neck, his grip on your hips possessive. You're so wet that the sounds are obscene, a slick, rhythmic slap that fills the quiet lab. He groans, his control completely gone, and you know he's close. The thought pushes you closer to the edge, your own climax coiling tight in your belly.
His thrusts become frantic, a final, desperate rhythm as he buries himself as deep as he can go. You feel him pulse inside you, a hot, sudden flood that fills you completely. A guttural groan tears from his throat, and he holds himself there, shuddering as he empties his seed into your depths.
The feeling of his release, so warm and claiming, triggers your own. Your climax crashes over you, a wave of intense, pulsing contractions that milk every last drop from him. Your body arches against his, a silent scream on your lips as pleasure whites out your vision. You feel utterly claimed, filled, and used, his cum a wet, warm proof of it deep inside you.
Varka x female knight! reader, NSFW, cocksucking, fingering, size difference
His laughter is warm and low as you struggle to take his length. Your lips stretch tightly around the broad head of his cock, and you can only manage a few inches before you gag gently. 'That's it, just like that,' he murmurs, his big hand stroking your hair. He doesn't force you, just guides you with a gentle pressure. You work your tongue along the thick vein on the underside, tasting his pre-cum as you try to relax your jaw. He groans in approval, his fingers tangling in your hair as you slowly take more of him.
You focus on the salty taste of his skin, the way your lips struggle to stretch around his girth. Each time you think you’ve taken enough, he gently guides your head a little further, the thick head of his cock nudging the back of your throat. Your eyes water, and you have to fight the reflex to pull away. He chuckles softly, his grip in your hair firm but not cruel.
'You're doing so good for me. Just relax that pretty mouth.' You can feel the powerful throb of him against your tongue. You work your jaw, trying to take him deeper, your saliva making a mess of your chin and his shaft. The sounds are lewd and wet, and his groans of encouragement only make you more determined to please him.
The sheer act of trying to please him has made you embarrassingly wet. You can feel the slick heat gathering between your legs, a desperate throbbing that matches the rhythm of your mouth on his cock. Your panties are soaked through, and a damp patch is probably visible on your skirt. Every groan of approval from him sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, making your own need even more obvious and urgent.
You look up at him with pure devotion, your eyes watering as you force yourself to take more of his legendary length. The stretch of your jaw is a sweet ache, a sacrifice you're honored to make for your Grand Master. You can feel the thick head of his cock pressing deep into your throat, and you fight against your gag reflex, determined to prove your worth.
He looks down at you, his expression a mix of admiration and lust. His hands are gentle in your hair, guiding your pace. 'Such dedication,' he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. You worship him with your mouth, every choked sound and tear a testament to your complete surrender. The taste of him, the feeling of his power yielding to your devotion, is the greatest honor you can imagine.
He groans, a deep, ragged sound, and his hips piston forward with a gentle but insistent rhythm. You can barely breathe, your throat stretched wide around him, drool slicking your chin and neck. Just when you think you can't take anymore, he pulls his slick cock from your mouth with a wet pop.
He strokes himself quickly, his eyes locked on your wrecked face. With a final groan, hot streaks of cum paint your cheeks, your lips, and your open, panting mouth. More lands on your bare breasts, warm and thick. You stay perfectly still, honored by the mess he's made of you, his seed a mark of his approval.
He pulls you onto his lap, his strong arms easily lifting you. His large hands roam over your breasts, smearing his warm cum across your skin. You gasp as his fingers slide down your stomach and find your already soaked pussy. He doesn't hesitate, pushing two long fingers deep inside you. You moan and arch your back at the sudden intrusion.
He chuckles, his breath warm against your ear. 'We need to stretch you out before you can take me properly.' You glance down at his massive cock, still glistening from your mouth, and your walls instinctively clench around his fingers. The stretch is intense, a delicious promise of what's to come.
He works his fingers deeper, curling them to find that sensitive spot inside you. Your moan is sharp and wanton as he strokes you there, the slick sounds of your arousal filling the room. 'That's it,' he growls, his other hand still busy smearing his seed over your nipple, pinching it gently. 'Such a tight little thing for your Grand Master.'
You can feel yourself stretching around his thick digits, a burning ache that only makes you crave his cock more. He adds a third finger, and the stretch becomes a sharp, breathtaking fullness. You bury your face in his neck, your hips moving helplessly against his hand.
The climax crashes over you with a shuddering intensity, your body seizing around his deft fingers. You whimper helplessly against his chest, your release soaking his hand. He captures your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, swallowing your cries. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with promise. 'Such a good girl,' he murmurs, his voice rough. 'You train that tight little pussy for me. Be a good little slut and stretch yourself every day. Next time, you will take all of me.' The thought of his massive cock fitting inside you sends a fresh wave of heat through your sore, satisfied body.
Neuvillette x Furina!reader, NSFW, size dif, oviposition and eggpreg
You are so small beneath him, his human form still towering over you. His hands are surprisingly gentle as he lays you back, his touch cool like smooth stones from a riverbed. He takes his time, his fingers tracing the curves of your small breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they pebble into tight peaks.
He kisses his way down your stomach, his movements fluid and calm. When he reaches your core, he doesn't rush. His tongue, indeed long and clever, flicks against your clit before delving inside you. You gasp at the sensation, so much deeper than any human tongue could reach. While his tongue explores you, one, then two of his long fingers press into your tight opening, stretching you slowly and carefully. He works you with a patient rhythm, his tongue and fingers preparing your little body, making sure you are wet and ready for what is to come.
His fingers work inside you with a slow, patient rhythm, stretching your tightness with careful precision. You can feel the cool, smooth texture of his skin against your sensitive inner walls. His inhumanly long tongue flicks and curls deep within you, reaching places that make you gasp and shudder. The dual sensation is overwhelming—the steady, stretching fullness of his fingers paired with the sinuous, wet caress of his tongue.
He looks up at you, his eyes holding a gentle, ancient patience. His free hand continues to gently knead your small breast, his thumb circling your nipple. He is utterly focused on your pleasure, on preparing your small body to take all of him. Every movement is deliberate, ensuring you are wet and open enough before he attempts to enter you.
When he finally rises over you, you feel the broad, cool head of his cock press against your entrance. He pushes in slowly, a thick, stretching pressure that makes you whimper. You are so wet for him, but he is so immense. He holds himself there, letting your body adjust to the sheer size of him before he begins to move.
His thrusts are deep and measured, each one a gentle but firm claiming. His hips move with a fluid grace, his length filling you completely. One of his large hands rests on your hip, guiding your movements, while the other gently cups your breast. He leans down, his breath cool against your neck as he whispers how perfectly you take him.
The initial stretch is breathtaking as the broad crown of his cock presses into you. He pushes forward with infinite patience, a thick, unyielding pressure that slowly gives way to a deep, filling stretch. You can feel every inch of him as he slides deeper, your tightness yielding to his immense size. His thrusts are long and fluid, a rhythmic, rolling motion that seems to reach the very core of you.
His hands are gentle but firm on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin as he helps your small body move with his. The cool, smooth texture of his skin is a strange contrast to the burning heat building inside you. He whispers your name, his voice a low rumble, telling you how beautiful you look stretched around him. Each deliberate stroke pushes you closer to the edge, the fullness becoming an exquisite pleasure that makes you cling to him.
Please... I can't... it's too much. You gasp out the words as the overwhelming fullness pushes you to your limit. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a deep, cool kiss that steals what little breath you have left. That tender connection is all it takes. Your climax crashes over you, a shuddering, helpless release that makes you clench tightly around him.
Feeling you come undone triggers his own release. You feel a deep, pulsing warmth as he spills inside you, followed by a distinct, heavy sensation. Something round and smooth presses deep into your core with each final thrust, a cluster of eggs being deposited within your trembling belly. You feel impossibly full, claimed in a way that is both primal and gentle.
After, he holds you close, his large body curled around your smaller frame. His hand rests on your slightly rounded belly, stroking the skin with a feather-light touch. You can feel the gentle pressure of the eggs within you, a constant, warm reminder of what you've shared. He leans in and presses a soft, cool kiss to your lips, then another to your forehead. There's a deep, contented rumble in his chest. You feel safe and cherished in his arms, the frantic energy of your coupling replaced by a profound, peaceful stillness.
Dottore x f!reader, hyno doctor Dottore modern AU. NSFW
The doctor's office is cold, and the paper gown crinkles as you sit on the examination table. Dottore's very professional, explaining he needs to check for any abnormalities. His hands are cool when they first touch your skin, sliding under the gown to cup your breasts.
You try to focus on the wall chart of the human skeleton, but his thumbs are slowly circling, applying a gentle pressure that feels… intentional. A flush of heat spreads across your chest. You’re ashamed to feel your nipples hardening, pressing into his palms with each pass of his hands.
He keeps talking in a calm, clinical tone, completely ignoring your body’s blatant reaction. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he doesn’t notice, but he must feel it. His fingers subtly tighten, his palms rubbing more firmly against your stiff peaks, and a quiet, traitorous gasp escapes your lips. He just continues the examination as if nothing is happening at all.
A hot flush creeps up your neck as his thumbs continue their slow circles. You feel a familiar, aching throb between your legs, a direct response to the way his palms are massaging your hardening nipples. You try to clench your thighs together, but the crinkling paper gown only reminds you of your exposure. A damp warmth spreads through your panties, and you know without a doubt that you're wet.
The shame is immediate and intense. He's going to know. When he moves down to the pelvic exam, he'll part your legs, and he'll see the slickness glistening on your inner lips. He might even comment on it in that same detached, clinical voice, pointing out your arousal as if it were a symptom. The thought makes you throb even more, a vicious cycle of humiliation and unwanted pleasure. You can only stare at the ceiling, praying he doesn't notice the slight trembling in your legs.
Next you have to go onto the chair. He adjusts the chair, and your legs are lifted into the cold metal stirrups. The paper gown is bunched around your waist, leaving your wet pussy completely exposed to the sterile air. You feel a fresh wave of humiliation as your slickness glistens under the bright exam light. His gloved fingers part your folds, and you flinch at the direct contact. He makes a low, thoughtful sound, pretending to be focused on his examination. But his touch is slow and deliberate, circling your clit with a firm pressure that feels anything but clinical. A soft, helpless moan escapes you as your hips lift slightly from the chair, betraying your arousal. He continues to talk about muscle tone and sensitivity, all while his finger slides lower, tracing your entrance. You can feel your own wetness coating his glove, and you know he can feel it too. The shame burns through you, but your body arches into his touch, craving more of the pleasure you know you shouldn't want.
His finger slips inside you easily, a testament to how aroused you are. He works it in and out slowly, his thumb still pressing circles on your clit. Your body betrays you completely, hips moving in time with his thrusts. He pulls his finger out and you feel a cold, clinical instrument pressing against your sensitive flesh. It’s a speculum, and the metal is a shocking contrast to his warm touch. He inserts it, the coldness making you gasp as he slowly cranks it open, spreading you wide under the bright light. You are completely exposed, your wet, pink inner walls visible to him.
He hums, making notes on a chart, but his eyes are fixed on you. He then takes a long, thin probe. He tells you he’s checking for nerve response as he traces it along your swollen lips and over your throbbing clit. Each touch sends a jolt through you, and you bite your lip to keep from crying out, utterly ashamed by how much you’re enjoying this violation.
He switches off the bright light, leaving you in the dimmer ambient glow of the room. The speculum is removed with a cold, metallic click, but the feeling of being stretched and exposed lingers. He discards the glove with a snap and picks up a different instrument, this one with a smooth, rounded tip that hums softly when he turns it on. He explains he needs to test your pelvic floor reflexes.
The vibrating head is placed against your inner thigh, and you jump at the sensation. He slowly moves it higher, the vibration buzzing closer and closer to your dripping wetness. When it finally makes contact with your outer lips, a shudder runs through your entire body. He applies gentle pressure, massaging your most sensitive areas with the device. Your back arches off the table as the vibrations travel deep inside you, pushing you closer to an orgasm you desperately don't want to have here. He watches your face intently, his expression unreadable as you struggle to stay quiet, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
He picks up a smooth, cylindrical tool, its surface cool and slick with gel. Without a word, he guides the tip to your entrance and pushes it inside you. The fullness is immediate and shocking. He begins to piston it in and out with a steady, rhythmic pace that mimics a cock.
Look at me, he says calmly, his voice a low murmur. Describe the sensations.
Please. I... it feels... full, you stammer, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. It's... stretching me. The tool hits a spot deep inside that makes your toes curl. A... a deep pressure.
Good, he encourages, increasing the speed slightly. The sound of the tool moving in your wetness is obscenely loud. And now? What do you feel now?
Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming mix of shame and pleasure. It's... building. I feel a... a heat. It's... I can't... The words catch in your throat as the sensations intensify, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
The tool slides deeper with each thrust, its smooth, unyielding surface rubbing against a spot that makes your whole body tense. A hot, coiling tightness builds low in your belly, impossible to ignore. It feels... intense, you force out, your voice trembling. Like a... a wave starting to form.
Very good, he says, his tone utterly clinical. And the physical response? Can you describe the muscle contractions?
You squeeze your eyes shut, humiliated by the question. My... my stomach is clenching. Everything is getting tighter. Inside, it's... it's fluttering. The words are a strained whisper. The pleasure is becoming painful, a desperate need for release that you’re fighting against. I... I think I'm going to...
And the emotional state? he prompts, his pace never faltering.
Ashamed, you gasp, a tear finally escaping down your temple. So ashamed. But I can't... I can't stop it. The orgasm is right there, triggered by his relentless questioning as much as by the tool fucking you. Please...
A broken sob escapes your lips as you writhe against the cold leather. Please... I can't hold it...
You did very well, he says, his voice softening for the first time. His hand stills the tool, pressing it deep inside you. You're allowed to cum now. Let it happen.
His permission is all it takes. The wave you've been fighting crashes over you, a violent, shuddering release that rips through your body. Your back arches off the table as a cry echoes in the quiet room, your inner muscles clenching rhythmically around the intruding object. The pleasure is blinding, mixed with the sharp sting of humiliation as you climax under his calm, observing gaze. It seems to go on forever, your body trembling uncontrollably until you finally collapse, spent and exposed.
He withdraws the tool slowly, and you gasp at the sudden emptiness. Your entire body is still trembling from the orgasm, your pussy throbbing and oversensitive. You expect it to be over, but he simply clicks on a penlight. He parts your folds again, the light beam focused directly on your swollen, glistening flesh. His other hand gently prods at your entrance, and you flinch.
Very responsive, he murmurs, making a note. The aftershocks make you clench around nothing, and a fresh trickle of wetness escapes. He traces a finger around your sensitive rim, observing the way your hips jerk involuntarily.
The examination continues, his touch clinical yet unbearably intimate on your aching, well-used pussy. He seems fascinated by your body's lingering reactions, and you are utterly helpless under his scrutiny.
He makes a low, appreciative sound as he observes the slight quiver of your inner lips. The cool air of the room is a stark contrast to the heat radiating from you. He then produces a small, smooth mirror on a handle.
I want you to see the state of your cervix after such a pronounced climax, he explains calmly, angling the mirror. You squeeze your eyes shut, but he insists. Look.
Trembling, you open your eyes and see the reflection—your most intimate parts, flushed a deep pink and glistening. It’s a sight of complete debauchery. His finger returns, not to penetrate, but to gently stroke your oversensitive clit. You let out a sharp, choked gasp, your body jolting. The examination is far from over.
Lumine was captured, completely helpless, squirming at the invisible bonds. Dottore smiled, watching her. She was now completely at his command. He slipped his hand into her bra, groping her tit. She screamed, trying to fight, but the way her nipple hardened against his palm told him everything he needed to know. He pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts, and leaned down, sucking on her boobs. She screamed, trying to struggle, but when his hand reached between her legs, her wetness betrayed her
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