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He hadn't expected a simple rescue mission to end up like this...
When the old man came barreling into the tavern, speaking incredulously about a group of goblins dragging you away, most didn't bat an eye.
His beloved daughter. Still in her prime. As beautiful as a winter sunrise was gone. Many patrons shrugged him off. Laughed at his cries.
The orc thought the man to be an old fool. No human in their right mind would've gotten in the faces of beasts, pleading for help. And offering every bit of silver to their name for your return? The old man's desperation was clear but nobody was willing to listen.
The orc sat alone. Hunched over the crooked wooden table in the far corner, where the light barely reached. He watched silently as the old man made his rounds. Pleading and flashing his lifes savings for everyone to see.
The orc scoffed at the man's incredibly pathetic behavior. He had seen enough.
He stood and let the heavy weight of his fist fall to the table. The impact sent the amber liquid from his tankard sloshing over the side and drooling down his knuckles. His bellowing voice cut the old man short.
"If ya know what's good for you, simmer down. And put away the coin."
Even with his slouch, he was easily three times the man's size.
The old man's hands tremored as he fumbled with the pouch at his belt. The silver rounds clinking against one another as he tied it back up tight.
"Have a seat."
The orc says settling back into the creaky wooden bench. The old man slid in across from him cowering down his shoulders.
"You're a damned fool, flaunting all that 'round here."
The old man stumbles over his words
"Please. My daughter. They've taken her. I’ll do anything. Just help me."
The orc slides his tankard across the table.
"Have a drink. Settle your nerves."
He eyes the old man's fidgety hands before flickering his gaze back up to his face.
The grey hair receding over the peak of his head, and the freckled skin neighboring his eyes, were telling of his age. If he had to guess, by the sun damage and dirty fingernails, the man was likely a farmer.
"Who's taken her?"
The orc asks curiously. Attempting to get the first coherent answer from the man since he first set foot in here.
"Goblins!"
The man says with a hushed voice of surprise. As if it would be hard for the orc to believe such a creature could exist. Perhaps it was more strange for a human.
"Where have they taken her? Do you know?"
The old man shakes his head.
"I couldn't say. I followed as far as I could but they're quick!"
“What do you expect anyone here to do with no lead?!”
He scoffed. The man looked defeated.
“Please. I just want to bring her home.”
The orc leans back thoughtfully. Despite how pitiful this was, the man was offering money. And the orc had nothing better to do. It could actually be quite fun knocking a few goblin heads together.
"All right. Imay have an idea."
The old man looked on hopefully. The grateful expression on his face now a replacement for his previous panic.
"I- I can pay. Anything you want take it all!"
As the old man pulled at the sack knotted to his hip the orc held up his hand.
His hand alone was large enough to grip the man's entire skull, and likely crush it with not much effort.
"Keep your silver. We'll talk payment when she's back on your doorstep."
…That really had been his intention going into it...
Help the man. Get a decent payout.
A simple job.
But when he'd tracked the goblins back to their nest, unsurprisingly, the cave was lined wall to wall with wooden cages and boards. Each one was wrapped with ropes to hold the young women they'd captured in vulnerable positions. open and ready to be bred.
He'd kept in his mind your description. The old man had done his best to give him every detail.
As he made his way through the row of cages, he'd thought it might be impossible to make you out of the group. But as soon as his eyes landed on your curved backside, your hair tousled and cheeks pink and puffy from crying, he knew in his gut you were the one he was sent for.
Blood flowed straight to his groin as he took in the view.
You were tied at the wrists to a wooden board. The wood was compacted into the dirt wall with steel nails. You were nude from head to toe. The back of your thighs glistened with a slick substance.
He could only imagine the sounds you'd made when the working goblins stopped at your cage. Pumping you full of their seed in hopes of filling you, round and taught, with their offspring. Furthering their invasive populations. He wanted nothing more than to be the one to coax those sounds from you.
The mere thought of another pair of hands touching you had his eyebrows knitting together furiously. Especially such small nimble fingers.
None of these greedy little men could ever satisfy you as much as he could.
The orc glances down at the large steel padlock holding the wooden bars of your cell closed. Imprisoning you here beneath the earth.
It really is unfair… Such a beautiful thing like you locked away. Diminished to nothing more than cattle. You didn't deserve this. He could give you what you deserved.
The orc thought hard for a plan.
He knew how to get you out of here. His pure, brute, strength alone was the only weapon he'd need to get past the workers and out of the nest. That was the easy part.
It was what hed’ have to tell your father after he got you safely to his own secluded home. The excuse as to why his lovely daughter wasn't back in her own bed, on her father’s farm as he'd promised.
He could hardly keep it together at the thought.
You didn't belong here with these Golbins. A loveless breeder used for a quick get off to mother their brood. It was a waste of your potential.
Instead, you would do tremendously with him. Living the rest of your days as a happy housewife. Mothering with his own kin. Your gentle hands working to cook him dinner, and tend to the little ones. Happy and glowing round with the next.
The way you would fill the space in his bed so nicely. The rest of his life hearing all your pretty sounds and gazing into those beautiful eyes.
His hands itched to squeeze at the softness of your hips, but he holds back. He will. Very soon.
All he had to do was get the chains off first...
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He knew you were hungry. Starved more like it. He could see the dark circles under your eyes since you’d appeared. The rest of the pack didn’t seem to mind your presence. Since the day you stepped foot in their territory the rest turned a blind eye. But he refused to accept you as one of them. You were weak, useless, and you weren't about to show up here and get free handouts.
As he entered the dining room, where he’d set himself a place at the table, he caught you once again with your greedy little paws reached out for his steak. He growled to give away his presence. you straightened up stepping away from the steaming pile of potatoes and vegetables accompanied on white porcelain by a thick juicy steak.
His scowl was illuminated by the glow of surrounding candlelight. you and your filthy rags had no place in his home.
“Away.”
He commanded, his glare doesn't leave you as he brushed past and sat at the table. He seemed to ignore you as he lay a napkin over his lap and smoothed down the front of his shirt.
“I’ve had about enough of your thievery.”
His long claw pointed down beside his feet.
“Sit.”
You don’t hesitate to drop to your knees, hopeful that this would involve him sharing his meal, but oh boy were you wrong.
“If you are so desperate,”
He swipes two fingers across the steak greasing them up in its savory juices.
“Then I’ll give you something to feed on.”
His smirk is sadistic as he sticks out his hand to you, his pointer and middle finger pointed out in your direction.
when you just stare in confusion and disbelief he raises an eyebrow.
“What? Is my offer not good enough? Do you reject my generosity?”
The anger building in his voice had you shaking your head.
“Go on then.”
His disgruntled tone was a warning. Clearly this wasn’t a choice. You leaned forward sat on your knees the marble floor cold under you. Your lips wrapped tentatively around his fingers careful to avoid the sharp nails at the tips.
he smirked down at you.
“That’s it.”
your eyes shut in relief as the flavors of the steak hit your tongue. Garlic, pepper, rosemary all mixed into a buttery concoction. You pulled his palm forward taking each slender digit further into your warm mouth. Your tongue pushed between them.
He seemed to enjoy your desperation and willingness to follow his commands. Desire stirred deep within him as drool dripped from his knuckles. You scoot forward hovering the toe of his boot. His ears twitched and he could smell the heat radiating beneath your clothes.
The grip around his utensil grew tighter and suddenly he jerked his hand away from you. Your eyes snapped open and he turned to face forward.
"Get in the chair.”
He grumbled nodding his head to the seat beside him. He cleared his throat to hide his desires and sawed at the slab of steak with his knife, placing half of it in front of you.
Maybe, with proper training, keeping you around could be a good thing.
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Genre/Warnings: aquatichybrid!oc, fem!reader, human!reader, monsterfucker, ovipositor, oviposition, sea creature, sea monster, teratophilia, pwp, explicit, p in v sex, dubcon adjacent, female anatomy, creampie, imagine, oneshot
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** Here is my first attempt at branching out from fanfic and into some original works. Enjoy.
His massive, webbed hand slams down on the slab of rock beside you. Your mouth hangs open, but no sound escapes, just a choked breath caught in your throat. Your eyes are fixed on the thick, rough skin of his arm, littered with silvery scars that glisten with droplets of salt water. His hulking bicep is larger than your head alone.
Your gaze trails up to his angular face, pointed nose, and razor-sharp teeth. You long to feel those rows of teeth sink into your skin, hundreds of tiny needles tearing into your flesh like silk, ritualistically claiming you, marking you as his alone. His brows contort with focus, his beady dark eyes watching his monstrous shaft disappear and reappear behind the swell of your ass.
You were taking him so well. Which, given his size, was no easy task. Each thrust required a bit more force, stretching you further with each stroke, allowing him to inch his way deeper into your warm cunt.
You’re bent over a large rock in the secluded cove where you’ve spent so many quiet days with Him, wading through the low tide, collecting shells, and swimming under the sun.
Now, your lower half is dipped into the salty sea as he pins you against the jagged stone. The sun is sinking behind the horizon, painting the water dark but not nearly as dark as his lustful gaze following the curve of your spine. One of his hands spans your shoulders, pressing you down, immobilizing you as he takes you from behind. An airy moan finally finds its way out of your lungs. Your pussy tightens impossibly around his girth.
You shove at the edge of the stone slab with your palm, trying to shield the soft flesh of your hips from bruising on it with each of his thrusts. But it’s no use. He pays no mind to the sting of your skin as it scrapes against the rock. His only concern is how beautiful you look taking him, the heat between your thighs is a jarring contrast to the chill of the sea.
It doesn’t take long before your cries echo through the cove, bouncing off the towering stones surrounding you. He drives himself deep. Your walls grip him, coaxing a low, satisfied growl from his throat. An intense orgasm rips through you. You collapse on the rock, trembling and dazed with pleasure, too cock-drunk to resist as he continues to abuse your tight wetness, bouncing you relentlessly on his thick, pulsing length.
The sea laps away your slick coating his length, but he doesn’t slow.
He roars, his grip on you tightening. He buries deep inside you, and an unfamiliar slimy warmth fills you. Stomach swelling, as one by one, eggs are deposited inside you. Your womb stretches to accommodate his brood.
He holds himself there, sealing everything in. You lie beneath him, panting and exhausted. Your belly is round and taut, filled to the brim with his release. His hot breath dances across your bare skin as he nuzzles into your hair, a low, contented rumble vibrating through his chest.
If you weren’t certain about your relationship before, there’s no question now…
You’re his.
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Gargoyle lover who can't spend time with you during the day, as he truly is nothing but a stone statue at sunrise. But at night, he moves around freely in his true form.
He makes up for the lost time by filling you up each night. Ensuring to keep you awake all night, cock drunk, so you can sleep the whole day. Now you sleep when he ''sleeps'' and you're awake when he is.
But sometimes he gets carried away, not realizing that the sun was peeking above the clouds as he's far too distracted pounding into you to ensure you take every last drop of his cum before he sleeps. It's not until he notices that his movements were halted, but he was too late. He turned completely into a stone statue whilst balls deep inside of you. Both of his arms still wrapped around your waist, you're unable to move. It's not as though you can push him off either; he's far too heavy.
Now you're stuck, still wriggling with pleasure as his now cold, hard cock is still inside. Even though he's now in statue form, his dick is still able to reach all the right spots without moving. It was going to be a long day.
I don't want to comprehend the eldritch horrors, I want to make out with them.
Look at Cthulhu, Look at his Robust Physique. I want him to crush me with those big burly arms of his in a tight bearhug.
And those tentacles? Imagine what he can do with those. Imagine him shoving those to every orifices of yours and make them squirm and wriggle inside of you 🤤🤤🤤.
I've been plagued by the ridiculous idea of a world caught in dystopian chaos and a Reader who's simply too awkward to say anything about it.
You could immediately tell something was wrong with your corner store from all the rubble and flames. Yet, there had been no warning nor online mention about such a disaster. Shouldn't there be people talking about it? Unsure of what to believe, you step inside and try to find the ingredients you came for.
The usual coworker you'd always banter with has been replaced by some strange beast, with several limbs and too many eyes to count. It has the same name plate pinned to its chest, bloody and torn at the edges. The creature speaks with a mechanical croak, an alien sound you'd never heard before.
"Cash or card," it rumbles.
You wonder if it'd be wise to point out the obvious: you're not an employee here, but some damned monster! And then, what? Would you be eaten? Burdened by the awkward affair of navigating the aftermath? No, you aren't socially equipped for such delicate scenarios. Someone else out there ought to ask the difficult questions, but that someone isn't you.
"Card, please," you respond politely.
As you wait for the payment to be finalized, you glance out the broken glass windows. The streets are empty, save for demonic critters occasionally coming into view. What the hell is going on?
"The second mothership should arrive soon," your unholy cashier remarks casually. "Most of the specimens have been eradicated or taken for study."
"I see," you say, turning back and reaching for your items. As the realization hits you, you freeze.
"Actually," you probe hesitantly, "I wanted these bagged. I forgot to ask for it, sorry."
"I've got time," the alien whistles, plucking a plastic bag from the roll. "You come here often?"
I need more ppl to know what Cloud Meadow is so when I make posts about the male Wolf knotting me and smirking *like he does* when he cums deep inside me y'all would actually understand what I'm talking abooouuutt plus there's so many other good monsters in that frickin game I wanna be fucked by ALL of them at once in a big gang bang
I woke up in the middle of the night with a single (NSFW) thought: demon x reader with a neglectful husband who doesn't believe you when you tell him the house is haunted.
You're stressed. You must be imagining things. What, the scratches on the wall? It's most likely the furniture you moved yesterday. Your missing panties? Come, now, you know how forgetful you are. They're probably in some random drawer, innocently misplaced. The red marks on your bottom? Surely you've sat oddly or for too long.
Consequently, you're not too surprised when you begin to shake your spouse relentlessly, warning him that something has just grabbed your foot, and he lets out a tired, muffled scolding to go back to sleep. How many times have I told you, he groans before passing out and into a deep slumber once more.
Your terror is swiftly replaced by confusion as the grinning beast now looming above you proceeds to unbutton your shirt. I'm going to need you to be quiet, he drawls, wiping the string of drool shamelessly evading his grotesque mouth. It's a lie, really. He can't wait to hear the moans once you finally give in to his skillful touch. It's just amusing to wonder how long it takes you until- ah, you're already clinging to his back. This will be a busy night.
"And? Was there some frightful monster ready to eat you," your husband mocks in the morning upon seeing your tired face.
"Not at all," you respond, still hot and heavy. "We shall see whether it comes tonight."
From the nearest corner, the horned creature chuckles in excitement.
Imagine living with a shapeshifter, they could be anyone or anything, but most often they stick to simple mimicry of others, changing faces and shapes freely and making jokes about the hidden features they find as they shift.
It's all fun and games until one day they borrow your face, your body, standing in the bathroom looking at the shape they have taken, fingers tracing along the shape of your cheekbones, and the length of your neck.
They never knew how soft you were, how nice your lips felt as they touched them. Did you always have such soft skin? How could they have lived with you but never gotten to know these things about you? How could you have had such a wonderful shape to you, and they never borrowed it?
Hearing the front door open, they shift back to their usual face and greet you at the door, smiling as if they haven't just spent thirty-odd minutes exploring what you look like on their own.
It would become a new fascination of theirs to borrow your shape when home alone, to sit on their bed before a mirror and touch themselves as you, learning how good it feels to touch certain places, how your skin pebbles when they drag their nails across parts of your legs...
How they learn what it must feel like for you when you cum, panting on their bed, still borrowing your shape as they lie back and catch their breath, did you know it could feel that good? Had someone made you feel like that before?
Something dark twits in their gut when they think about someone else touching you like that now, before you were just their roommate and friend, but after learning how it feels to wear the shape of you...
There can't be anyone else; these pleasures are for you and them alone, none can even come close to what you could experience together now.
All they need is the right time to show you how good they can make you feel, how good they made themselves feel as you.
for the life of him, he can't understand why you'd want to wear all those itchy, suffocating clothes. hiding yourself from him, from the world. his begs for you to forgo them come in the form of soft mewls and his naked body grinding his bare cock against your side. leaking out stains to purposefully ruin your garments.
when that doesn't seem to work, he shifts to new methods to keep you nude–undressing you with his own bare hands, usually after you've fallen asleep for the night.
you always wake the morning completely naked–with him tonguing at your nipples, tasting them like they're his breakfast. growling and mumbling about how he wouldn't be able to do this if you had those useless rags on. wouldn't be able to love up on you like you deserve.
"wanna see all of my wife."
he grabs a handful of your hip to turn you. dragging his mouth across your skin to kiss you sloppily. coating your mouth and chin with the drool pooling in his mouth because he can smell the sweet soak between you legs much easier like this. the wolf can rub his tip along your slit more comfortably now, too. stuff himself inside your weeping pussy to let the warm pulse of your walls lull him back into a light sleep.
Summer is coming, and I'm thinking quite often about animal hybrids that would enjoy it and make them more active, like nagas, dragons, and other lizard hybrids.
Of course, merfolk and shark hybrids, too, because I'm guessing the warmer temperatures would bring them to the shallows. Beaches are quite often breeding grounds, as we know 🌞🥚
You've taken up a job at the local aquarium as one of those pretend mermaids for the amusement of children and tourists. Does it pay well? Enough to convince you to dunk yourself underwater several times a day, at the very least.
What you thought was a cheap, obviously fake costume seems to have given the marine hybrids the wrong idea. They believe you are one of them, and - most importantly - the only available mate of the tank.
You could feel their hungry stare on you from the moment you plunged into the water. Luckily, they know to behave when there's an audience, but as soon as the doors close, they begin their relentless teasing. Tugging on your tail, pinning you to the glass walls, trying to breed you and mark you as their own.
Perhaps if you let them witness the truth, they will finally cease their pursuit. In a desperate attempt, you dove in without your costume, eagerly showcasing your bare legs as evidence. Which, lamentably, only made it worse. Ah, so that's why they couldn't properly touch you. Some piece of glittery fabric was blocking their access to the important bits.
On the bright side, after your courageous act, you found a new check sitting on your desk. It appears you've been promoted - whatever you're doing with the hybrids is improving their mood greatly. Keep going!
Monster Boyfriend that insists on cockwarming you daily. He says he needs to keep your pussy nice and stretched to be able to take him.
“Come on baby, you know I need you on my cock at least once a day. It took me months of working your pretty pussy open just to be able to take all of me. You wouldn’t want all my hard work to go to waste would you?”
It doesn’t even matter what you’re doing, he wants his cock inside you. You can’t deny him anyway when the stretch of his cock always feels so damn good 🤤🤤🤤
I beg of you- Angel in denial with Odaxelagnia and some soft of unholy gn reader 💚
bite the sin from me
angel x gn!reader nsfw
They shouldn’t be here.
They knew it, you knew it—but neither of you moved. Not when their wings brushed the stone. Not when they breathed your name like a prayer. And especially not when their trembling hand ghosted over your cheek, like your skin might singe their virtue.
You leaned up slowly, hand brushing their chest. Their robes had already started to slip. Not torn—just unfastened, from the inside out. “Your mouth aches,” you whispered. “Doesn’t it?”
They nodded, barely.
You guided their trembling hand to your throat. Their palm hovered there, reverent.
“I shouldn’t want this,” they breathed, but their fingers flexed. “I shouldn’t want you.”
“But you do,” you whispered. “And I know why.”
Their eyes—gold-ringed and frantic—met yours.
You leaned in. “You want to bite.”
Their wings trembled.
“I can smell it on you,” you said, voice like velvet sin. “That sacred hunger. You want to taste. You want to sink your fangs in and take.”
Their eyes fluttered closed. “You don’t understand what it would mean.”
“I do,” you purred. “It would mean you’re not perfect anymore. That maybe heaven wasn’t enough.”
They groaned—choked on it—and you felt their cock twitch beneath the drape of robes, already thick and heavy, hard enough to ache. They tried to hide it, shifting, ashamed. But you pulled the cloth aside.
Oh.
Gods must’ve carved it—long, flushed, veined, beautifully cut for worship. Sacred and obscene.
Your gaze lingered, and the angel whimpered, twitching again under your eyes.
“Please,” they whispered. “Don’t… look at it like that.”
“Like what?” You leaned closer. “Like it’s divine? Like I want it to ruin me?”
They shuddered.
You sat up fully now, straddling their thighs, warm and soft where they were trembling. Their cock slid between the curves of your thighs, flushed and leaking.
You didn’t grind yet. You just… breathed. Close.
“I can feel your restraint,” you whispered. “And your teeth.”
Their fangs had pushed slightly from their gums, barely visible, gleaming.
You tilted your neck.
“Bite me.”
Their hands tightened on your waist like a reflex. “No. I shouldn’t. I’ll—”
You leaned down, brushing your lips to their ear.
“I want you to lose control.”
That broke them.
Their mouth crashed into yours, teeth grazing, tongue desperate. Their wings flared, wrapping you both in soft, trembling light. And then—gasping, shuddering—they bit.
Hard. But not enough.
Their fangs pierced your skin, and you moaned, loud and helpless, clutching their shoulders as warm, holy hunger flowed from their mouth into your neck. They groaned around your skin, grinding up into you now, cock sliding along your warmth, soaked with pre.
You clutched their hair, whispered, “Good. Good. Take it. Take me.”
They were lost now—biting deeper, suckling like it would purge them, their cock pulsing, rubbing messily between your bodies. You shifted just enough to squeeze them tighter between your thighs, dragging slick along their length.
Their hands wandered—trembling, reverent—across your chest, your stomach, your thighs. Learning you like scripture. Worshipping through touch. They whispered your name, your taste, like it hurt to admit it.
You licked the blood from their lips and whispered, “You like it.”
Their eyes fluttered, shame and ecstasy mixing. “Yes,” they moaned. “Oh—yes. Bite me back. Please.”
You sank your teeth into their shoulder.
They cried out, bucking up and grinding harder, pre spilling hot between you, wetting both your bellies now. “Please,” they begged. “I need—I need to be inside you.”
You guided them—not rushed, but with purpose—lifting yourself just enough to slide them against your entrance.
Then you sank down.
They gasped like they were dying. Their cock was thick, spreading you wide, forcing your body to take it inch by holy inch. You trembled, gripping their arms, as their wings arched above you, full of golden light and sin.
“Feels too good,” they moaned. “I’m not… I’m not supposed to feel this.”
You kissed their throat, still grinding slowly, full and tight.
They nodded helplessly, gripping your hips, beginning to thrust up into you—each motion thick, deep, sacred. “It’s blasphemy,” they whispered. “And I never want it to end.”
You bit them again. Deeper.
And they came undone.
You hadn’t even pulled off yet.
The angel lay beneath you—chest heaving, lips stained red from where they’d bitten, come still dripping from where their thick cock had emptied deep inside. And yet… they were still hard.
Twitching, glistening, buried inside your tight heat, and pulsing like it ached to cum again.
You ran your fingers through their hair—so soft, so light it practically glowed. “Still hungry?” you whispered, sweet as poison.
Their eyes fluttered open, wild and glassy. “I—I can’t stop,” they panted, voice shaking. “I still feel it—your taste, your skin, your blood. I want—” Their hips jerked upward, grinding deep inside you, desperate. “I need more.”
“Of me,” you said. Not a question.
They nodded helplessly. “Please. I—I shouldn’t, but—please. Let me stay inside. Let me bite. Let me—”
“Come again?” you purred, rolling your hips slow and deep.
They cried out, hands scrambling for your waist, trembling as they pulsed again inside you. “Yes,” they gasped. “Please. I’ll fall for it. I don’t care. I want it—I want you.”
Their wings trembled, radiant and wrong—feathers fraying, the tips dipped in ash and sweat. You leaned forward, pressing your lips just under their jaw, letting your breath warm the blood-slick bite from before.
“You already fell, angel.”
They shivered.
You bit them again.
Their back arched. A choked sob ripped from their throat, and their cock throbbed violently inside you. “F—fuck—” they whimpered. “I’m not—I can’t hold it—”
You rocked harder now, grinding your hips in sinful circles, wet heat slapping with every thrust. Their wings flared wide and then shrank, curling inward as their halo flickered overhead—dimming, twisting, humming like it wanted to snap.
“You’re going to cum again,” you whispered, voice low against their bitten throat. “You’re going to fill me until it spills out. Until your holy cock goes soft from being milked dry.”
They nodded tangling their finger into your hair. Tugging on your locks.
You squeezed around them, and they gasped, clinging to you like prayer. “Please don’t stop. Please—”
You licked the blood from your lips, slow and taunting. “Beg me.”
They looked up, panting, flushed and wrecked. “I want it,” they whispered. “I want you to break me. Bite me. I want fuck you. Use me. Please—please, make me yours.”
You kissed them and they whimpered into your mouth, thrusting blindly, wet and desperate, rutting up into you with dizzying need.
Their cock twitched again—so hot, so hard, sliding in and out of your slick, gripping heat. You squeezed harder, grinding deep, and they broke.
They came again.
Warm seed flooded you a second time, thick and spilling, and they sobbed into your neck, trembling like they’d been struck down from heaven. Their fingers dug into your back, lips brushing your skin as they panted, “More. I need more.”
You looked down at them—so divine, so filthy now. Their golden hair stuck to their forehead, halo dim and cracked. Their perfect body shuddered beneath yours, hips still twitching, still trying to thrust even as they overflowed.
And they were still hard.
You laughed softly. “Your cock’s still aching,” you whispered. “What a greedy angel.”
They flushed, but didn’t look away. “I—I need your mouth. Please.” They reached up, reverent and trembling. “Bite me again. Let me—let me feel you feeding.”
Your smile turned sharp.
You leaned down, kissed the hollow of their throat, and bit.
This time you sank your teeth deep.
They screamed, raw and loud, cock jerking violently inside you as their whole body seized. You ground down hard, rolling your hips in relentless rhythm, until their seed spilled again—hot, thick, soaking you.
Their eyes rolled back.
They came a third time.
Overstimulated. Divine. Ruined.
When you finally pulled back, your lips stained with blood, they were trembling, clutching at you like they’d die if you left. Their wings had gone dark at the edges—still soft, but falling. The halo above them flickered once—then went out.
They stared up at you, dazed. “Am I… am I damned now?”
You brushed a hand through their hair, soft and gentle. “No,” you murmured. “You’re mine.”
Their breath caught.
And slowly, with holy reverence, they pulled you down and whispered against your mouth, “Then damn me again.”
