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What I'm working on.
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Azashai the Naga - Lend a hand 🔥// Noctis the Shadow Monster - Monster under your bed 🔥// Meragoroth the Kraken - Release (of) the Kraken 🔥// Zephys the Ghost - Haunted 🔥// Kai the Shark Merman - Double the fun 🔥// Echo the Siren - Cry out 🔥// Eevrid the Drider - Arachnophobia 🔥Second Date // Asterius the Minotaur - Grabbing the Bull by the horns: Part 1, Part 2 🔥// Possessed Marionette - Pulling the Strings 🔥// Nyx the Shapeshifter Monster - Shapes and Shadows 🔥// Lusca the Octopus Merman - Drowning in Pleasure 🔥// Group of Goblins - Rewarding Secret 🔥// Komos the Satyr/Faun - Night Skies and Wildfires 🔥 // Vola Dia the Demon Jester - Sweet Nightmare 🔥//
Little sketch I did for Vola while I was writing. There's been a slight redesign for him, but nothing is set in stone yet lol. Jesters make my brain go BRR-
Note: A little fic featuring Vola Dia, the demon jester that I'm featuring in the monster dating sim I'm still working on... sorta. Teensy tiny spoilers for the game I guess? But honestly that might never see the light of day, so like... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Pairing: Demon Jester x f!reader
Wordcount: 3595 words
Tags: smut, terato, tentacle dick, p in v
Summary: You wake up in the middle of a forest, unsure and confused how you got here. As you try to find help you come across a very familiar looking circus tent, and the person inside is even more familiar.. though you can't put your finger on why. You don't know this demonic jester creature! or do you?
There was a strange pressure against your back that had you slowly lose grasp of the dream you were currently in the throes of. It was a nice but strange dream. Your body was feeling giddy--ears still ringing with the whimsical sounds of a circus. You were dancing in the middle of the ring, guided by a mysterious figure whose face kept being in the shadow despite ample light coming from above. You had been dancing with him for hours it felt like, an intimate, passionate dance that made you feel tingles in your fingers and a throbbing in your core. It felt like you'd known the unknown dancer for all your life, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't recognise him. His laughter sounded so incredibly familiar though...
The pressure at your back became more insistent, together with a chill that had you curl up. Something tickled your nose and you groaned, knowing that any chance of continuing your sleep was now rapidly fading. It wasn't until you heard the rustle of leaves and an even colder wind against your body that you woke up fully. Eyes snapping open as you realized the pressure on your back was something you were lying on; something that shouldn't be in your bed. A tree root!?
Your eyes snapped open immediately, taking in your surroundings. You were no longer in your bed. Confused and panicked you looked around, trying to make sense of what you saw. You had to still be asleep, somehow, because what you saw around you was a dark, chilly forest. Your dream was instantly forgotten as the reality of the situation dawned on you.
A cool wind rustled the leaves overhead, the tickling at your nose had been grass and some ferns that were the only thing softening the earth below you. The pressure had indeed been a large tree root, digging into your spine. Groaning you sat up, it had caused more damage than you thought, and you weren't sure if you were bruised considering it was in a spot you couldn't check. This was miserable. You were confused and scared, pinching yourself but not waking. Your breathing was fast, and knowing you weren't going to get helped with hyperventilating you quickly stood up before your body could commit fully to the panic attack.
Wherever you were, you needed to find someone to help you. You were still wearing your pyjama's, and the cold night air was starting to chill you to the bones.
Your arms wrapped around your shivering body, and you felt your nose slowly start leaking. Despite all this, you were still somehow telling yourself this was not real. How could it be? You had fallen asleep in your own bed, and now you were inside of a dark forest. The only thing you could think of was sleepwalking, and with clarity you checked your feet for dirt. The only dirt that clung to your bare soles was from standing up and taking a few steps.
It didn't make sense at all. Your mind raced a mile an hour as you made your way through the dark forest, stumbling over roots, and getting hit in the face and legs with twigs and rough shrubbery, splitting skin. You hadn't realized you were crying until salt sharply stung the cuts on your face. Everything seemed dark and hopeless, and you couldn't find a house or someone to help you...
and then you heard it.
A slow, but jolly tune coming from your right. You turned, and realized your tears had blurred your vision so bad that you hadn't even seen the dimly lit circus that was set up in a clearing. The trees hid most of it from sight, but the colours and the lights should definitely have alerted you. Your breath shuddered as your feet immediately brought you closer to the big top. The music was soft but charming, seemingly coming from inside of the tent, and you didn't realize you'd started running until you were right in front of the entrance.
Without thinking you made your way inside, feeling a strange pull, a strange familiarity with the surroundings and the song playing, but you weren't sure why. You weren't exactly the biggest circus visitor, but you knew you'd been here before.
There was a dim light coming from within, and as you made your way through the tent flaps, through rows of seating, you could see someone standing in the middle of the ring clearly.
Not just someone: a clown, or a jester, in a monochrome outfit, dancing slowly to the whimsical tunes of the song that had lured you here. His back was to you, but despite your inability to see him you could tell the deep sorrow he was filled with. Maybe it was the dance, so slow, slightly out of sync with the music, feeling like it was missing something. A companion perhaps.
And then he turned towards you, and your dream came back to you in sudden clarity. The mysterious man you had been dancing with in your sleep!
His face was still in shadow, the dim light coming from above not enough to show his features to you clearly. The second he saw you standing there you could see the glint of teeth, a large grin suddenly appearing on his face at the sight of you.
"Y/n," he sighed, his voice light and upbeat, a sense of relief and whimsy permeating his tone.
Your feet brought you closer before you could think; your brain lagging behind your actions as you wondered how he knew your name.
"You're fiiiinally here."
There was something else in his tone, a sharp loneliness and a strange echo that had your skin break out in goosebumps. Something was wrong, and your brain rung the alarm loudly, but somehow your body seemed to move on its own.
The strange familiarity was still there. You knew this jester, and not just from your dream, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Your brain was barely functioning through the alarm bells blaring, skin tingling as you got closer.
The jester bowed, holding out a gloved hand for you to take, as he uttered a "I've memorized all your steps this time. Let us pleeease dance again, my sweet."
You didn't, willing your body to stop moving towards him, keeping some distance as you tried to make sense of things. Why was everything feeling so strange and dreamlike? Maybe you were still dreaming after all, it didn't make sense for you to wake up in a forest at all. Yeah, you must be. You'd wake up in your own bed later and shake your head at the strangely realistic nightmare before starting your day and forgetting all about the whole ordeal.
"Don't remember me?" he said, sadness tinging his tone. Now that you had come this close you could finally, finally make out his face. A large, black smile painted on pouty lips, running from the corners of his mouth over closed eyes in a confident swoop of a brush. He was wearing a large jester hat, covering most of his head and hair, but sharp, elf like ears jutted out from the sides.
As you looked down to his still outstretched hand you saw his gloves had claw like features that had you reel back.
Panic once again bubbled up inside of you.
"Don't you remember your Vola?" His lips jutted out in an even more pronounced pout, and if you weren't panicking you'd find this strangely cute. Who and what the fuck was he, and why did it refer to itself as yours?
A vague memory crossed your mind, but you'd forgotten it as soon as you remembered. The vague familiarity remained, clouding your senses with an untrustworthy sense of safety, despite the obviously inhuman features of this man in front of you.
"Haven't I always been so sweet to you, my dear y/n?" his voice warbled, strange underlying echo strengthening until it almost made you unable to understand what he said. "Haven't I always been sssso good?"
His hand was still outstretched, a slight twitch drawing your eyes to the black gloves again. You were unsure if the claws were part of the glove's design, or if it was the fabric covering actual claws, stretching thin over their sharp points, but the vaguely threatening vibe was the same either way. Yet, your body reacted strangely at his words, bringing back the feeling from your dream. You decided to ignore that.
"What and who are you?" you managed to squeak out, once again ignoring his hand to look at his face again, your arms feeling like jelly as they hung by your sides. You were still so cold, shivers from both the chill and fear wracking your frame pathetically. "And how do you know me?"
He pulled back his hand, lips drawn in a tight line. He seemed to debate something with himself, eyes opening slightly to take you in from head to toe. Murmurs of "well, you are verrrry big now," and "been yeeeeears" falling from his lips in varying loudness. Two glowing red dots swimming in black sclera dragged over your form, and you felt a scream threatening to escape. You could suddenly see how sharp his teeth were as well. Your body responded differently than your mind, however, a new shiver wracking your body, this time not from fear or the cold. His eyes narrowed at your reaction, glowing a bit brighter as his grin slowly grew back, wider than before. His gaze on you was heavy, hungry, and you realized he could see straight through you.
"That's new," he said, voice warbled and double toned as his sharp teeth glinted in the low light, ready to devour you. But in what way you were unsure.
You wished you had run the moment he laid eyes on you so that you wouldn't have had to unpack all of this.
"...you're freezing!" he suddenly exclaimed innocently, face snapping back to normal--hungry demon eyes hidden behind a jovial veneer yet again. He moved quick; wrapping you up in an embrace before you could withdraw. You expected to cry, to scream, to thrash, but the warmth and safety that suddenly engulfed you had you melt in his arms, the only thing that escaped you a pathetic, watery moan that had him hold you tighter. "Sweeeeet thing. Why didn't you tell me? You know I'd never let you suffer..." a chuckle escaped him, voice lowering to a conspiring whisper. "Not unless you ask."
He guided you away from the centre, out of the big top. His arms still wrapped tightly around you, lips still against your ear as he spoke to you in soft tones. "Let me warrrrm you up in my den, sweet thing. A dance is a dance after all, and this time I'll teach you the steps, hm?"
What a strange thing to say, you thought, but your body had the upper hand, understanding immediately what he meant, and anticipation filled your veins. Oh, you wanted him to warm you up. You were so cold, and he was so warm. Unnaturally so. He almost burned you-
His den was a tent a little ways away from the big top. It didn't stand out next to the other tents, though most of the others had fallen into decay. You wondered how you hadn't seen the fact that the circus was obviously abandoned and ancient, but the longer the situation went on, the more sure you were that you were still dreaming somehow.
"There we gooo," the jester murmured, placing you on a pile of blankets and circus themed pillows. "A soft little bed for a soft little doll." His large, claw-like hands didn't release you, and as you got comfortable you realized he was going to get comfortable on top of you. His body heat seeped into you, and soon you weren't shivering anymore. The arousal that had started rearing its head earlier had intensified, your stomach in knots as the demonic creature on top of you started purring, rubbing its paws all over your body. Your pyjama's left little to the imagination, and he was greedy in taking advantage of your exposed skin. Small sounds of pleasure escaped you as you relaxed under Vola, whose purr got deeper and rougher, obviously enjoying the fact that you let him do what he wanted.
"Sweet thing," he said, voice rolling with his growling purr, "If you knew how hungry I was you'd be more on guard."
It should scare you. It did scare you. It somehow aroused you all the more though. Especially as his eyes opened again, showing glowing red in pools of black. Hungrily devouring your form below him as he nestled between your legs. He was tall, uncomfortably so, and seemed even taller in his own den. Shadows seemingly having a life of their own in here, stretching and bulging behind him as if they, too, enjoyed towering over you. "You look delicious," his painted nose touched yours in a strangely sweet display of affection before he went down, inhaling deeply as he reached the juncture of your neck. "You smell delicious too- what a dilemma I find myself in. The little one has alllll grown up, and is ready to be claimed."
Down he continued, his voice losing human qualities as he went, as if shedding his disguise- or maybe losing control over it. "But I haven't eaten in yeeeears." He stopped at the apex of your crotch, nose pressed up against your panties that you realized with hot embarrassment were soaked through.
"Promised not to eat you, sooooo many years ago. But if you don't remember that promise, then well... who's going to stop me?"
Your legs widened of their own accord, body shivering at his words. The thrill of his gaze glowering up from between your legs only added to your dangerous arousal. "You promised to warm me, teach me this new dance. That's a lot of promises you made," you said to him, voice wavering. "And didn't you say you'd never let me suffer?"
He chuckled, face still pressed against your crotch, and the vibrations made your legs twitch, threatening to close around his head.
"So I did."
A long, black tongue suddenly slipped out of his mouth, and you gasped as he licked a long, sensual stripe over the fabric covering your folds. A long, breathy moan escaped you immediately, and you weren't sure if it was from the stimulation or because of the sight. He hissed something, but you couldn't decipher what as he immediately dove in for the prize, licking and sucking you through your panties. Sharp teeth pushed against fabric, piercing through and against your skin, but you didn't care, head thrown back as your legs tightened around his head. His pointy ears were squashed comically between his head and your thighs, but he immediately stopped you. Grabbing your legs swiftly and pulling them apart with a strength that made his arms feel like steel locks around you. Nails dragging against the soft skin of your thighs as he murmured a "careful with the hat, my sweet" through a shit eating grin. His hat was fine, it hadn't moved an inch, and you groaned.
What he was doing was amazing, but you wished you could feel him without the fabric of your underwear in the way. Your walls twitched and tightened, wanted stimulation inside of you.
"Vola," you murmured through sighs, hands tangled in the sheets below, "Vola please, I need you inside-"
His shit eating grin widened to inhuman levels, eyes glowing a bit brighter as he licked his wet lips. His facepaint was still immaculate, despite how much he'd been pressing and rubbing his face against your core. Sharp claws twitched against your legs, nails pressing in deeper, and you worried for a second he'd break skin.
"Are you sure? Hm? Are you reeeeeally sure?"
Your worries morphed into frustration almost instantly. "Stop teasing," you hissed, hands flying to your panties to pull them down your legs. He watched you through half lidded eyes, mouth opening slightly as you revealed yourself to him. "You have barely warmed me up yet."
"Well," he said, moving up your body again so his hips were flush with yours. You felt something hard move under his jester outfit and shivered. Of course he didn't have a human dick. You wondered how your sleeping brain could come up with it all, as you wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him in even closer. "You're actively making yourself colder by taking off your clothes, silly."
His whimsically enunciated words did not match his agressive actions as he pushed you down harshly, hips rutting against yours once, twice, before stilling again. His smirk was tight, eyes piercing through you as it seemed he was ready to devour you whole or fuck you like a whore. Or both.
"Precious little thing," he said, though he was looking at you as anything but, "I will fuck you so hard you'll remember me foreeeever."
"Do it then," you answered with a smirk mirroring his', pussy throbbing around nothing as you felt his inhuman dick wriggle against you as if it had a mind of its own. "Make me yours."
You weren't sure why you said those specific words, but it seemed to have had the desired effect. The jester seemed to spring into motion, growl falling from his lips as his grinning face morphed into something inhuman altogether. Body twitching and hips jutting forward of their own accord in desperate little thrusts. "Yessss, miiine."
His pants were swiftly pulled down, finally revealing that thing that had so insistently rubbed against you before. It was pitch black like his tongue, shining wet with arousal and wriggling towards you like a snake. You didn't have time to look at it much longer before he slammed in without any further preparation, and you gasped out. Mouth open as the wind was knocked out of you, trying to make sense of the unnatural stimulation and stretch. "Fuuuuuuck-" you whined, hands desperately reaching out to wrap around him, grabbing at the little bells at the end of his collar.
He immediately set a brutal pace, slamming into you like he wanted to crawl inside your skin. Greedy hands grabbing at your chest and hips, pulling your lower body off the pillows as you hung on for dear life. Moans were pushed out of you with every thrust, whether you wanted to keep them in or not, but you found yourself uncaring; completely at the mercy of the pleasure this unknown man brought you. 'Well, not entirely unknown', a small voice in your head spoke, but it was drowned out by the wet sounds of skin hitting skin and pleasured noises falling from you both.
His sounds were unhinged, growling, double toned moans and hisses as he took you harshly. Rhythm unwavering, like you were getting fucked by a machine -- the quiet, almost desperate intimacy of one of his hand grabbing onto yours, fingers entwining as you were pushed down onto the nest was anything but robotic. "Mine," he kept growling, and as you were brought to your peak the words somehow sounded less possessive and more gloating. You tumbled over the edge, dripping all over his cock and the sheets beneath you. There was half an apology in your addled brain, but his appreciative hisses told you he'd probably enjoy your scent all over his den and also it wasn't like you could stop your juices leaking from your spasming pussy anyways.
His thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming into yours with rough desperation as the noises that escaped him lost all legibility. With a shuddering sigh of your name he came, filling you up to the brim and then some. His cum dripped down your legs, mixing with yours as the nest and your rumpled up pyjama top soaked up more of your combined spend.
Your head was swimming in the afterglow, as he wrapped his entire body around you tighter, still inside of you as he pulled you both back down to the now wet sheets and pillows below. The heat that emanated from him was almost too much, your skin shining with sweat. A still pristinely painted face was pressed into your neck as he inhaled deeply again, mouth opening to languidly leave a mark as you dozed off.
You didn't question dozing off in your dream, brain too tired to function. Vola held you tightly, chuckling almost innocently into your ear as he sucked a dark hickey and then some on the skin of your neck and upper chest.
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You woke up in your own bed, once again confused where you were, but this time your brain quickly put 1 and 1 together. Your body was soaked in sweat, bed damp from both your sweat and obvious arousal that now stained your sheets.
What a strange and embarrassing dream that was. Vola's chuckling was still fresh in your brain as you went to change the sheets. Still, there was something about that jester that was so painfully familiar... You decided to let it rest.
Until you got to the bathroom, checking the mirror with a glance and finding your upper body littered in dark love bites.
Softly you touched the skin. There was no mistaken the marks. As you were frozen in place, brain running a mile a minute, you could've sworn you heard a soft "mine" reverberate around you, ending in a chuckled, double toned call of your name.
ON HIATUS!! Kinktober had hands! I need some time to recuperate. I have resumed work on the Dating Sim, so new fics will probably not come out until next year.
I've been feeling absolutely terrible lately, so nothing big is coming out anytime soon unfortunately. I am still planning on doing something with the dating sim, but I haven't been working on anything in quite some time due to the feelings™.
I hope I get a bit of my mojo back the second I start antidepressants again, but who tf knows. All I can say is please check up on your chronically ill friends occasionally, God knows they fucking need it. Normal life goes on with all its hectic ups and downs, and theirs might be forever frozen in some sort of purgatory that they can't escape from as they watch everyone else live their life from behind their prison bars window.
Summary: You're sleeping in a tent, spending your vacation with friends in the wilderness. They, however, spend their night indulging their spouse, and you're left alone by the fire. Until you hear music coming from deeper inside the forest...
You had found yourself between a rock and a hard place, though you never could have imagined it was so literal; the hard place being the tree you were pushed against and the rock being the rock hard erection of the Satyr that had caged you in. The sadness you had felt after being left alone by your group quickly made way for arousal as you took in the sight. How did you get here?
It wasn't something you would have chosen, but your friend group almost unanimously agreed; you were going to camp out in the wilderness for your group vacation. Not your first, second, or even third choice, but they were all so excited you slowly warmed up to the idea. It was a little bit of a bummer that you were the only one in your group that was still single, and ideas of sharing a big tent were quickly shot down.
Spending the night in a tent alone, surrounded by horny couples sharing their own private tents wasn't your idea of fun, but you decided that what the hell- the daytime activities should make up for a bad night. Or three... You cautiously shared in their excitement, not wanting to be the only one negative about this.
And then the day had come, and the daytime activities had been fun, though you kept feeling slightly left out. There was something that had changed in the group over time, and now that you were the only single friend it felt more and more like you were taken with them more out of pity than anything. You wondered if this would be the last group vacation you went on with them, and felt a pang of sadness shoot through you at the idea of getting left behind.
They were your long time friends after all; or had been at least. You let yourself get distracted by the scary stories told around the campfire, and enjoyed the s'mores and comfort of the heat warming your skin.
And then they had left, couple by couple, each to their own tents, and you had spend some more time alone near the fire. Soon enough the sounds of lovemaking filled your ears and you sighed as you poked the dying embers with a stick.
"Fuck me," you muttered, defeated, as one of your friends was not planning on being quiet. Moans and groans echoed through the silent forest around you, chasing away nightlife. You were thankful for the fact that this was only for a weekend, and that you only had to endure 2 more nights like this, but your irritation quickly rose as time went on.
Your headphones looked more inviting by the minute, and you were about to call it a night when all of a sudden a strange little light, dancing deep in the dark forest caught your gaze.
Curiosity filled you as you stood up, not straying too far from your camp, but trying to get a closer look none the less. Soon enough more lights joined the first, and as you strained your ears you could hear the sound of music filtering through the wet slapping sounds around you.
It seemed there was a party going on a little further away, and you felt a strange urge to go check it out. It wasn't that early in the night, but you were definitely still wide awake. If your friends hadn't been so keen on exploring each other physically you would have stayed up and had fun for many more hours to come, and before you realized it your feet were already moving on their own, towards the lights and music.
Small fireflies flitted through the trees, will-o-wisps guiding you towards a large camp fire. The closer you got the more you realized there were wild shapes dancing around the fire, the music you heard not being the usual pop or other music you'd expect from a forest party, but natural tones from flutes and harps. The beat was undeniable and you found yourself moving faster, body responding to the beats of the song, despite the fact that there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it, not in the way the music you listened to had. Musical theory seemed to be thrown out of the window to create a beat that was so wild and foreign, but so magical and hypnotizing that you couldn't help but dance your way over to the party.
Until you found yourself at the edge of the clearing where you stopped dead in your tracks.
In hindsight, it shouldn't have come as such a surprise to see a group of supernatural forest creatures dancing wildly around a camp fire. The music should have given it away much earlier, and the way your body felt invigorated and free as you approached.
Your brain halted. There was a dull sense that you should leave, that you didn't belong here. On the other hand there was an excitement inside of you that ignited the blood in your veins. A feeling of wanting to join the creatures dancing around the fire, the way they looked so happy and free and how they seemed to have so much fun together.
It was a far cry from you and your friend group.
You had stopped at the edge, unsure, ready to retreat or step over and invisible barrier and join... and then you were noticed by one of the wild dancers.
A young, curly haired man with legs ending in goat hooves, a Satyr as you recognized him from images and folklore, stepped away from the crowd, holding your eyesight. His eyes were wild, the deepest green you'd ever seen, and unrelentingly holding your attention. He drew you in as much as you felt like fleeing from the intensity of his attention, but you stayed rooted in place instead.
"What's this?" he said, voice as free as the flute the other goat legged men around him played, and it was deep and slightly hoarse and your ears tingled at the sound. "A human, caught on the border of normalcy and freedom? Don't think, silly thing! DO!"
And with his words you felt the freedom and happiness inside of you spilling over. Yes, you wanted to be free, and belong. You glided towards him, as he held his arms open for you to move your way into his chest. Letting him guide you into a dance that felt as much real as a dream, your senses floating, your thoughts jumbled, your body humming-
Your chest tightening as the Satyr guided you through the crowds. Every eye on you, but only for a second as they all decided that yes you belonged here, and it was normal for you to join them in this wild celebration of life. It seemed most creatures were in an altered stated, alcohol flowing feely, but you didn't need anything to make you feel drunk. It seemed the entire vibe of the place was mind altering in a good way, and you weren't about to leave or sober up.
You danced and danced, being guided by the red-haired Satyr most of the night, but were passed to others that danced with just as much vigour. It was breath-taking, and you felt all the stresses and annoyances of daily life melt away as you moved through the night. It felt like this was what you had needed, the figurative glow-stick crack of your spine that relieved you of your backpain.
However, even a beautiful, free night such as this would come to an end. As light slowly dawned on the horizon, the group dispersed, becoming smaller and smaller as the music tapered off with the last embers of the fire. The Satyr that had guided you through the night was still here, as he smiled at you widely, dimples showing in his sun kissed cheeks.
"That was wonderful," he said, his voice like a melody. "We never had a human join our celebration, but I'm glad I pulled you into our dance."
You nodded back, elation still visible on your face as you tried to come to terms with the fact that, yes, this had happened, and yes, it was about to be over.
Maybe forever. You wished you could linger in this state for a while longer, but with the sunrise came the fatigue and the knowledge that the party was over.
"Should I guide you back?" he asked, seemingly also unwilling to let you go just yet. "These woods are treacherous, and I wouldn't want you to get lost... Well, I would if I knew you'd find your way back to my side." He winked at you and you blushed, realizing that despite having danced with him all night you didn't know his name yet. You asked him, and he laughed, head thrown back as he twirled you one last time. His happiness pulled the giggle out of you as well, laughing as the both of you danced away from the dying embers.
"It's Komos," he said, guiding you through trees and shrubbery, away from where the party had been held. "And you, my fair human? What can I call you?"
You giggled again at his honeyed words, saying your name and hearing him repeat it multiple times as if he was afraid to forget it.
"As beautiful as you," he said, pulling you a little closer to him. The proximity felt charged, even more so than it had been before now that the two of you were alone together. "I will never call another by this name. Only you."
What a strange thing to say, you thought, saying such, and he laughed back. "Well, there is no one more worthy of that name than you, I think." He said it in such a genuine way that you felt your heart squeeze. You wondered when the last time was someone had called your name in such a loving manner.
Your friends called you by a nickname that had become as much your name as your actual name, but it had never felt as intimate as Komos breathing your name into your ear as you two waltzed together. As a matter of fact no one had ever spoken your name in such a way, let alone looked at you like he did. As if you mattered.
"I don't want to let you go just yet," he breathed, red curls ticking your neck and ears as he murmured his words into your skin. "There was a connection tonight and, well, actually there was more than just a connection, I-" his words trailed off as you neared your destination. You recognised the tree the couples had carved their names into. Soon you would find the tents of your friends where they'd spend the night, having a good time, and you...
You didn't want to let Komos go just yet either. If this were to be the last time you would see the other why wouldn't you make the most out of it?
He desired you, that much was clear with how close he held you against his body. You knew that if you looked down you would see much more than just his naked chest and the curly hair covering his legs. The hard bump against your hips gave away enough, and you weren't sure if you were still influenced by the free feeling of the night, or if it was the intoxicating song that still ran through your veins, but you were willing to let him have you right here on the forest floor, or against the rough tree bark.
"Komos," you said his name and he had you against a tree, lips glued to your shoulder, as if you saying his name somehow kept him here. "Komos, I don't want to go just yet. I want this night to stay in my memories forever."
He rutted against you, hard and wanting, thought it didn't seem like he had needed much to get to that state.
"I want you to remember this night forever as well," he said, "but I know..." his sentence trailed off, and so did his lips, his body moving back slightly to look at you with a gaze that looked distant and sorry, and you pulled him against you again. There was no way you were going to let this night end in sadness, whether you'd remember him or not.
"Make sure my body remembers then," you muttered, looking at the Satyr in front of you with half lidded eyes.
He was up against your crotch immediately, pushing against you with slow, sensual thrusts that had you wrap your legs around his waist immediately. His mouth devoured yours and you could taste the alcohol on his tongue. Both of you had indulged deeply in the liquid, just as much as you were going to indulge the other. Your gasps against his lips were breathless, your hips moving with his' as you tried to keep the noise to a minimum. You remembered that your friends had not given you that much thought, but you wanted to keep this connection a secret. Something that only you and him were privy to. You, and a satyr you'd met deep in the forest.
His name was on your lips as he undid the button to your jeans, lips seemingly glued to your lips, though you wouldn't have it any other way. Your hands were tightly wrapped into his curly hair, fingers digging into his skull and against the little horns that peeked from the strands.
The second your jeans were opened and pulled from your hips his fingers curled between your legs, a moan slipping from your mouth as he finally touches you where you need him.
"Komos," you moan, as he presses his fingers deeper into you, thumb running slow circles over your clit as he stretches you. Finally you look down, seeing a throbbing pink dick proudly poke out from the dark curls that cover his lower body. He was already leaking for you, and you shudder at the sight. "Fuck me already."
He gives in with a boyish smirk, dimples on his cheeks making you fall deeper for him. Slowly he pushes the tip of his dick against you, rubbing against your opening and catching against your clit as you tighten your legs around him, forcing him against you. As he finally pushes in your head falls back, mouth open. Dark tree limbs hang heavy above you, the dark sky stretching out colouring pink and orange, telling you the sun is rising rapidly. Your time with him is running out--but not yet, as he bottoms out inside of your tight channel. You throb around him, choking out a moan as he nuzzles into your neck.
"So very sweet, the human body," he murmurs against your neck as he takes his time pulling back, only to slam in again with full force, your skin getting scratched by the rough bark behind you. "Sweeter than wine, hotter than a bonfire, and all mine to ravish."
His rhythm is staccato, quickly bringing you to a peak as you cry out your pleasure into his ears that burn red. He whispers praises and lewd comments into your ears in return, his rhythm faltering until it becomes as feral as the dance you'd joined around the fire earlier. It's unexplainably wild, something you can barely follow. Your hips sluggishly try to keep up as you throb around him, walls still spasming around him from your orgasm, but already reaching a second. His fingers play with your nipples, slowly inching down to play with your clit, eager to have you tighten around his cock again.
"Indulge, my love," he says, drunk on your body as he slams into you with wild abandon, chasing his own orgasm. "Let me fuck my shape into you, ruin you for humans forever. Your mind may forget, but your body will remember forever."
This statement sends you over the edge again, cry ripping from your throat as you see stars. He moans loudly in return, hips stuttering as your tight hole milks him for all he's worth. He's pushed over the edge with you, spilling inside of you and excess flowing out in thick splatters on the forest floor.
Around you the forest wakes up, both of you trying to catch your breath after your desperate fucking. Your legs are shaking as he puts you back down. The boyish smirk is back on his face as he pulls himself from you, more cum dripping from you as his dick slowly retreats back into a sheath, dark, damp curls hiding him from you again.
"Well," he says, giving you a final kiss on your nose. "Sun's up. I don't want to keep you from your human friends any longer." He turns around and walks back into the forest, as if nothing had happened. His goat hooves making a slight clopping sound on the roots of the trees around.
You reach for him, though you know he can't stay. There's noise behind you, the unmistakable sounds of the tent zippers opening, and you know the night is over. He stops in his retreat, for just a second to look over his shoulder, grinning at you one last time. And then he's gone. One second he's walking away, through the trees, the other second he's gone. Your shaky legs carry you forward as you try to see where he went, if he's behind a tree, but you can't see him anywhere.
Birds start chirping in the trees high above. The sky is slowly changing into blue, the gradient of magical morning dawn turning into the colour of the day; the colour of normalcy. Slowly you turn around, wondering what exactly it was you were looking for in the first place. The cum running down your legs reminds you, one last time of your secret with the Satyr you met. You almost don't want to pull your jeans up, afraid you'll forget about him entirely, but a friend calls out to you, and you quickly dress yourself properly.
As you walk back with wobbly legs you could've sworn you heard the sound of hooves, deep within the forest.
Tags: Body worship, alien biology, alien culture, alien sex
Summary: After you transfer to a new spaceship, you run into Zal'xor, who protects you from bullies. His kind is sharp and tough, all rough edges and violence, and your soft body draws him... in until there's no way back.
Their kind was large, all sharp angles and rough scales. He was bred for war, for domination, and the females of their species were equally as intimidating. Sex was a battle for domination and there was precious little intimacy. It was what he was used to, what he thought he wanted, until he realized it wasn't. Quite the opposite.
The second you, a human, came aboard the ship Zal'xor was on, he was smitten. You were small, soft, rounded. There were no sharp edges on you, and though it should have turned him off, it did the opposite. Zal'xor always knew he was different from his peers; he was always the odd one out - the one others called freaky. Well, if wanting to mate with a soft human made him a freak then so be it.
Meanwhile you were blissfully unaware of the Alien's interest in you. You were the only human on the ship and you were way too busy trying to find your way around. When you told your superiors you wanted to be stationed elsewhere they'd sneered at you, agreeing instantly and sending you here. You had nothing on your old ship, no friends, no family, you were truly alone. Humans were already sparse in your area of the galaxy, and your idea that humans would naturally gather together to be friends in places where there were already few was more wrong than you could have anticipated. Unless there was only one other human, cliques would form, and ultimately one would be the outsider. On your last ship that had been you, prompting your leave.
Now you were the only human on a ship filled with what you would call aliens. The vast majority of them a species that was large and intimidating. An aggressive species that had only recently joined the intergalactic council, allowed to roam space freely in their ships that functioned completely different from anything you'd ever seen. As an engineer you had to know the ships functions inside and out, so you had to do a lot of studying before your transfer. Why your superiors had send you here was beyond you, but you guessed it had something to do with the bullying you experienced. Well, whatever the reason, you were here now, and you were going to make the best of it.
Zal'xor was one of them, an alien that seemed to hover close to you most of the time. Though it was a little weird sometimes you grew to appreciate his presence. Whenever someone would be mean or threatening he was always there to protect you. Even when you were ordered by superiors in a way that he didn't like they could expect the stink eye, and you couldn't help but smile at how overprotective he seemed. It was nice to have one of them support you like this, and you decided having a drink or lunch with him was in order.
He was in the mesh hall, his scaled skin almost blending in with the others, but his specific colour stood out; an almost iridescent gleam over his pitch black scales always drew your eye to him. The colour reminded you of a crow catching the sunlight, which in turn filled you with a bittersweet nostalgia for earth and its many animals.
"Hi," you said, and saw how he froze, "Is it okay if I sit with you?" You brought your own food; a tasteless rehydrated meal that was one of the only things you were familiar with on this unfamiliar ship. He glanced at you, at your food, and then shifted to the side making space for you. A grunt was all the answer you got and you took your place. Their language was strange; chitters and chirps combined with a strange low drone that vibrated your very bones if they were loud. You were thankful for the translator implanted near your ear; you weren't sure if their language was one you could learn.
Gods, she sat next to him of all people. Did she realize how easy it would be for him to accidentally hurt her? Just a clumsy move with his arm and she'd be thrown halfway across the mesh hall. Zal'xor made himself as small as possible, eating his food with as little movement as possible. Both thankful and afraid that you had chosen him to sit next to. You smelled so good.
"I wanted to thank you for having my back- uh, for helping me out." Translators always had trouble with sentences like that, so you reiterated the words. "I feel much safer here with you around. So yeah, thanks for that I guess. We haven't been introduced officially yet, right? My name is y/n, I work as an engineer in the lower decks."
He nodded, saying something your translator didn't quite pick up, but when you asked him about it he stayed silent, eating the food that looked unrecognisable and slightly stomach churning to you. Slowly you continued eating your own meal, feeling a little stupid for speaking with him. It was obvious by the way he behaved he didn't really want you here. Maybe he'd only helped you out because he thought you were pathetic. After all, he was huge, intimidating and obviously incredibly strong. Every move he made showed coiled muscles ripple under scaled skin, and you swallowed. Sitting next to him made you realize how big he was.
Quickly you finished your food and made to stand up, but he grabbed your wrist before you could head off. His grasp was noticeably gentle, and the second you locked eyes he let go, making a low droning sound in his chest.
"Eat with me later too," he said, "I'll keep you safe."
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From that moment on you spend a lot of time with Zal'xor, getting to know him more and more with each meal. Though your mealtimes and his' didn't exactly line up you found him waiting for you in the mesh hall even though he was obviously not hungry yet. He watched you eat and you had sparse conversation. He wasn't exactly a talker, but the more time you spend you realized he really enjoyed your company. And so did you. You realized your earlier fear at his huge frame had turned into something completely different. Something you weren't sure you wanted to name, but it was there. Under the surface, drawing you closer to him as you laughed a little harder at his jokes.
Meanwhile he was fighting his nature day by day. The closer you got the more his throat closed up in fear he was going to hurt you accidentally. He wanted to touch you so badly. His dick throbbed in its sheath every time he smelled your scent on the air, even when you'd long passed the area, and he realized he was in deep. He needed to take some steps before this state made his performance suffer, and the second the two of you were alone in the mesh hall again he decided to make his feelings clear.
"Human y/n," he started and you were all ears, trying to ignore the sexual tension between the two of you. What he said next made you realize there was no need to ignore it any longer though, almost jumping his bones the second he did. "I cannot deny the effect you have on me, and my performance suffers. I need to mate with you. ...if you are okay with that of course, after all our biology is very different and you might not feel the same."
He made himself look smaller, less intimidating and you almost crooned at him out of adoration.
"I would love to," you said, legs already tight together and you saw him grow a little again. His eyes asked you if you were sure, but when he caught a whiff of your scent on the air he was upon you in a second. A deep, subsonic growl vibrating the very air around you as he held you carefully. His arms shook and you were afraid you were too heavy, but after consideration you realized he was trying to be gentle with you so much that his body shivered.
"You don't have to be that careful with me," you chuckled, as he carried you swiftly through the halls. He'd have dropped to all fours if he wasn't carrying you, but by the way his back hunched you could feel the desperation in his movement. It seemed this had been a long time coming, and you couldn't wait to see what lay in store for you. After all... he was biologically much different from you... at least the parts you could see. The fact that he was so desperate to have you, small, insignificant you... It made your core throb even more for him, a feeling of heat spreading in your chest. You'd asked around about him, learning that he was one of the higher ups, not just anyone--and you wondered why someone like him would want someone like you.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sharp hiss of his door opening, and you took a small minute to look around his room. It was lavish to space-ship standards, once again showing you that the alien that was holding you outranked you significantly, and you held your breath as cold sweat suddenly gathered at your nape.
Were you sure about this?
You were put down on a gigantic bed, covered in dense fabric that wasn't quite comfortable but not uncomfortable either, and watched as he gathered himself. He calmed himself forcefully, closing the door and taking a deep breath while his back was to you.
"Apologies," he chittered, "I don't want to overwhelm you. After all, you are very soft and fragile."
You wanted to tell him that you weren't all that fragile, but the way his large, clawed hands touched you like you were something precious made you melt, leaning into his touch. He chirped something that you hoped was praise by the breathless way he said it, and bit your lip.
His face looked like a cross between something draconic and insect-like, and you wondered if you could kiss him. He moved over you, his entire body covering you and then some as he slowly pushed his forehead against you. The gesture was intimate and you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his warm scales against you as his hands ran over your body gently.
"Let me take care of you," he said, "I swear on my name and my gods that I'll be gentle. Please let me mate you, my precious." He was soft, speaking words you'd never heard from him or any of their kind before. You saw the occasional relationship between their kind, and it was never soft or sweet; their mating was loud, rough and all-encompassing.
There was a throbbing sensation against your lower body and though you wanted to look down he held your head in his hands, keeping you still until you gave him your answer.
"Yes," you said, "Please. I want you so bad Zal'xor. I've wanted you for months now."
"Sweet soft human," he replied in a purr, letting go of your face as he took off your uniform. "I've wanted you since you first set foot on this ship. Lay back and let me enjoy every inch of you."
Your cheeks burned as you did as he said. You were laid back like a princess on his cot, arms above your head as he pressed his face against the spots he uncovered. There was a vibration in the air that rumbled your bones; though your ears couldn't pick up his sounds, your body certainly felt them, slick gathering between your legs. There was a cool, wet feeling against your skin and as you looked down you saw a long black tongue slither between your breasts and over your stomach.
"Fuck," you sighed, enjoying the way he touched you immensely. He ignored your core that you sure was making a mess on his sheets, going instead for your arms. He touched every finger to his forehead first before kissing and biting them softly, worshiping your body inch by inch. Once he was done with your arms he moved back to your face, a lick over your mouth that you gladly made use of. Arms shooting out to grab his head as you pulled him closer, sucking his tongue into your mouth in a sloppy, makeshift kiss. He groaned, a deep, desperate sound that sent electricity through you straight to your throbbing clit. Zal'xor's body arched, his lower body pushed against you, showing you exactly what the throbbing against you earlier was. A large, tapered dick that had come from a weeping slit between his legs. He was huge and ribbed, and you swallowed away the fear as he went back to worshiping you, dick leaking on your stomach as your hips canted up to him.
He once again skipped your core, making you whine, going to your legs as he grabbed handfuls of your body, dragging his claws down your body without breaking skin. A deep, stuttering purr on his breath between every kiss and nip. Your toes were given equal treatment as your fingers and he mentioned something about how cute and small every part of you was.
Breathless purrs and chirps fell from his lips that your translator couldn't pick up. Maybe your own sounds were also the cause of that, but who cared? It was the way he spoke them that mattered and you felt more loved than you ever had before. Treated like a princess, no, a goddess in the bed of this gigantic alien. A gigantic alien that was known most for violence and brutality, treating you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen, and you were a puddle on his bed.
"Please," you begged, body twitching every time he licked it, core throbbing around nothing, so empty, so untouched, "Please fuck me Zal'xor, I need you inside-"
He growled back, body shuddering above you as he tried still to hold himself back.
"I'm not made of glass, love," you chuckled as you saw the battle in his eyes. "I can take it."
It seemed he still had other plans though. Nosing your core with his strangely shaped face his tongue came out to taste you, making you cry out in pleasure. His tongue went deep and he groaned and moaned loudly at your taste. A cultural thing you were sure, having heard enough mating sounds since you'd transferred here, but it didn't seem forced. It seemed like he genuinely enjoyed fucking you with his tongue as he tasted you. Bright, glowing eyes staring up at you as he pushed you over the edge with his tongue.
Then, finally he gave in, low purr emanating from his chest as he pushed his dick against your still throbbing core. Liquid leaking from you and his spit making it easier for him to push in as your sounds mingled in an erotic song of bliss. He didn't fit in all the way, but pushed in as far as he could, a stuttered growl coming from him as he spoke once again of how soft, warm and inviting your human body was.
"Never felt anything like this before," he growled, and you pulled him close to 'kiss' him again, legs trying to wrap around his waist, but finding his body too bulky. Instead deciding to just arch your back and buck your hips into his, to show you how much you wanted him as he fucked your mouth with his tongue in lazy strokes tasting every inch of you.
He started a slow, deep rhythm, making sure you could feel every inch of him as the ribbed cock dragged against your sensitive walls. Sounds of pleasure fell freely from you and him both, as he fucked inside of you so deep you swore you could feel him in your womb.
"Yess, yes, Zal'xor, you feel so good," you cried out, shuddering in pleasure as he sped up with every thrust. "Please, more."
You almost didn't recognise your own voice, so blissed out of your mind by his rutting. Every thrust send more liquid leaking from you, and it wasn't long before you were pushed over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a wave of ecstasy. He growled, hips stuttering as clawed hands tightened around your thighs. He came soon after, a roar of pleasure shaking the room and you under him. You were filled to the brim, seed spilling from you as he pulled out.
Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, tears of pleasure drying on your face as you came down from your high.
He was hunched over you, face in the crook of your neck as he licked up your tears and sweat. "Delicious, every inch of you," he growled, and you felt his dick harden against your stomach as you kissed the side of his head.
It seemed Zal'xor was far from done, and you sighed in pleasure at the thought of how loved you felt. Maybe the humans didn't want you, but there was an alien on top of you that could treat you like you were the only thing that mattered to him. And wasn't that enough?
Summary: Your vampire lover has never fed from you, and tonight is the night that changes. You praise him for being good to you, but you praising him turns into him praising you as he rails you senseless.
Cold fingers followed the expanse of your neck, a cool gust of breath following their path. You were laid on soft, silken blankets, arms above your head as your lover traced your skin with his fingers. You sighed out his name, arching your back as he ran a finger from your neck over your barely clothed chest. Tonight was the night.
Cassius had been good for you, so good. Despite his hunger he had never fed off your blood, he'd never gone too far with you, too careful to hurt you. He didn't know if he trusted himself, and your relationship had taken many years to get to this point of intimacy. An intimacy that seemed even closer, more sacred than the passionate nights of lovemaking that lay behind you. Tonight was the night he'd feed from you.
All day you had been dreading and anticipating nightfall, eager to meet your lover, eager to enact what you'd spoken about in length the past couple of months.
"Are you sure?" he asked, though he couldn't betray his need for your life's essence. His eyes blood red and pupils narrowed, dilating when he gazed over your body. Like a predator seizing up his prey, his body taut as if waiting to strike. But you knew Cassius, you knew how much he feared losing you. He whispered his fears to you on nights much like tonight, when he hungered for you in more ways than one, afraid that one day he'd lose himself--and you in the process.
"Yes, love," you replied, moving your head in such a way that had your neck completely open to him in submission and a vulnerability that had both of you take pause. "I trust you completely."
He groaned, an almost pained expression on his face, fangs on full display as he grit his teeth. Your words affected him greatly, you could feel it in the way his body arched, pushing down insistently against you. He had fed earlier, making sure he wasn't too hungry when he took a small mouthful of your blood, but the way he desired you had him ravenous all over again.
Softly he kissed you, taking his time in a languid, deep kiss that grew more heated the longer you two were connected. Hands running over your body, sighs and moans spilling from your mouths. He pulled away, knowing you had to breathe, and you thankfully gulped in mouthfuls of air. You were left breathless while he remained the same, if not for the throbbing bulge against your lower stomach. Slowly he moved his way down your lips, your chin, your neck, until he reached your pulse point, licking and nipping at it. He could feel your blood sing to him, hear the way your heart sped up in anticipation of the bite, and he groaned as he finally penetrated skin. Blood welled up from the wound immediately, and your hand flew to his head, curling fingers in his white curls as he took greedy mouthfuls. Oh it was pure ambrosia. He felt his cold body heat up, full of the life you'd given him, and his ears picked up the sounds of you whispering sweet nothings to him.
Pulling himself away from your neck was the hardest thing he had to do in centuries, but he managed. Licking his lips as you looked at him with a love that almost undid him.
"You did so good," you whispered, not quite knowing how much effort it had taken him to let go, but understanding it in the way he seemed to focus on the still open wound with burning intensity. When you praised him you felt his eyes focus back on you, and you felt the twitch of his cock against you. "You are so good for me, always. My beloved, I-"
You couldn't even finish the words when he was kissing you again, this time much rougher than before. He seemed to be on a high, drunk off your essence and the heat that flooded his veins.
"No," he growled, as he moved back, hands going down your body to pull your body tighter to his. "It is you who is good to me."
The way he rutted into you had you groan, realizing how much the whole situation had affected you as well. You didn't know the kiss of a vampire could feel so good, it almost felt like you shared in his high, mind fuzzy and body burning.
"Cassius," you gasped, unused to this rougher side of him. He was always so gentle with you, so careful not to break you, but right now he seemed to be in a frenzy. Fingers dragging your nightshirt up and over your head, leaving you naked under him while his hips pressed against yours without moving away. He was desperate for you, his need for your blood redirected in need for your body as he needed to feel you entirely, and you leaned back as you let him devour you in every sense of the word.
"I need to be inside of you, precious one," he said through gritted teeth, his eyes were half lidded but their intensity had goosebumps break out all over your body. "Please permit me, my love, the most beautiful creation I have ever laid eyes on. Please let me bring you the greatest ecstasy I can give."
"Please," you replied, "Yes please, fuck me."
He pushed in the second you gave permission, head thrown back as he bottomed out. The stretch was insane but you were so wet for him, making him slip in with ease. The moans that fell from you were swallowed by him as he kissed you once again. His hips slowly eased out before snapping back in and you pulled your mouth away from him to moan out loudly. The rhythm he set was slow, but impossibly deep, and you felt every throbbing inch of him against your sensitive walls.
"You are so beautiful," he rumbled, pushing some of your hair out of your face as he gazed down at you lovingly. His eyes were still blood red, still unnaturally intense, but his movement was so loving, so gentle, and you melted in his arms as you let your moans fall freely from you. "I am such a blessed man with you by my side."
You wanted to tell him that you were the one blessed, but the only thing that slipped from your mouth were sounds of pleasure and begs for him to go harder and deeper.
He wiped a tear from your eye as he fucked you like he wanted to nestle himself inside of you forever, and when one of his fingers went down to rub at your clit you saw stars. Bucking up without rhythm as you reached orgasm, hands once again back in his hair as you pulled and pushed at him, deep in the throes of bliss.
He growled, something about how tight and how perfect you were, stalling in his thrusts before grabbing your legs and pulling them up further. He angled his hips and slammed back in you, the change in rhythm leaving you breathless as your walls spasmed.
Your legs were pushed against your stomach as he quickened his pace to almost unnatural speeds and you could only hold on as you felt yourself build to another orgasm quickly. He still muttered sweet nothings to you until he felt you reach your second orgasm. This time he followed you, dick twitching inside of you as he came with a groan and an ancient expletive.
His fingers were once again against your throat. This time his fingers were warmer than before, heated with your warmth and the intensity of your lovemaking. Slowly running over the wound he made that had stopped bleeding. He brought the finger to his mouth to lick the remaining blood of it eyes fluttering shut as he committed the taste to memory.
"I love you," you whispered to him and his eyes fluttered open. They were once again brown, almost black as he regarded you with an adoring expression.
"And I you, my love. And I will do so for the rest of eternity."
Summary: You bring an unknown plant back to life in your room that doubles as a plant nursery. Unbeknownst to you, what you've brought back to life is not just your average houseplant.
Your thumbs were greener than green. Any and all plants your friends brought to you, no matter their state, you brought back to life. You took pride in your room that was filled with the most beautiful plants and flowers, all brought back from the brink as if they were rescue animals that you personally saved. Your friends loved leaving little plant gifts on your doorstep, knowing how much you enjoyed caring for plants, and today was no different.
A small, miniscule stick with withered leaves was left on your doorstep in a pretty pot. It had obviously seen better days, and though you were quite knowledgeable about plants you had no idea what plant it was. There was no note, no indication of what friend had left the current rescue, and the pot was in a colour that fit none of their aesthetics. It, however, fit yours perfectly and you didn't think twice when you brought the new plant inside.
You'd bring it back to life, you were certain, even though you had no idea what kind of plant it was. After all it was in such a pathetic state no one could recognize it (or so you told yourself). As the days went by you got the leaves to get green again, gaining their healthy, fern-like shape and seemingly thriving... if not for a slight issue that you only noticed after a week. It wasn't growing at all. The leaves that were there looked good, but the plant was still a little stick with about 3 leaves, and there weren't any new ones growing. There was something it was still lacking, and you were eager to figure out what.
Of course first you tried some generic things you knew would help, but when those didn't seem to do anything either you decided to hit up a good friend of yours. You'd gotten to know her online and she always knew what to do when you hit a snag in your nursery. She called herself a witch, and who were you to doubt that. When you send her a picture of the plant she was was mysteriously intrigued.
[WhiteWitchLily: Have you given it a name yet?]
You gave plants names, sometimes. If they were with you for a while, if they grew well or more specifically if you liked the way it looked. Slowly your eyes moved towards the stick standing in the sun that you hadn't even thought about naming yet. The way your friend asked had you second guessing. Your mind quickly offered you names like "stick" or "green", but you decided on "Fern", specifically because of the colour and the shape of the 3 leaves it did have.
She asked more questions. If it had grown any new leaves or more specifically flowers yet, and who had gifted you this plant. You answered her honestly, and she was quiet for a bit.
Lily offered to help you with it, if you really wanted, but asked if you knew what you were getting into. It was a strange question, but you assured her that you could keep even the most difficult plants alive.
[WhiteWitchLily: :) ]
She send a single emote and promptly went offline.
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The next day you found a bag of a shimmering powder on your doorstep with a pretty handwritten note saying: "Only 1 teaspoon a week, no more. Be careful :)" There was some more written on the back of the paper. Something about the flower and what kind of plant she thought it was, but it was raining and the words were smudged and unreadable. It was a small miracle the instructions themselves were still legible.
Unsure of the whole ordeal you tried asking Lily about it, but she hadn't been online ever since the day before. The note was in her handwriting, and she did occasionally send you specialized plant fertilizer, so you assumed that was exactly what this was. The "be careful" did have you frown a bit, but her instructions were to the point and easy to follow, so you shrugged and powdered the plants roots with 1 teaspoon of the powder. Worst case scenario it would die. Right?
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From that day on Fern steadily grew. Its leaves were now full and plentiful, different from a real fern, but still similar, and a large bud was growing at the top almost bursting into bloom. You were excited. Still unfamiliar with the plant, but hoping to at least recognise the flower. That night when you went to bed you had no idea what the next day had in store for you.
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The following morning you awoke with a start, your throat and nose were tingling and you coughed and wheezed, seemingly affected by some sort of allergies. You didn't pay it too much mind, maybe you needed to clean your house again, since you spend so much time on your plants instead. As you got op the tingling feeling didn't leave, but despite a runny nose it didn't really impact your mood or body, so you went about your day. You checked all your plants, watering them and checking for disease or bugs, and when you came to the door of your office, where Fern was located, you didn't expect to see anything out of the ordinary.
You were wrong.
The first thing you saw was a sparkling waft of dust, followed closely by the sight of a flower, about as big as your head and blooming beautifully. The colours were out of this world, and the way it slightly swayed as if alive had you ignore the rest of the room. If only for a second. The entire room was filled with vines and leaves, and you gasped in shock.
Were you still dreaming? What in the world had happened?
The fern-like leaves growing all around had you focus your attention back on Fern, and sure enough the plant that had fully overgrown your entire room was Fern.
Slowly, carefully, you stepped into the room, noting the itchy feeling in your nose and throat got worse. Maybe that's what you'd been allergic to - Fern's pollen. The smudged writing on the back of Lily's card crossed your mind, and you wondered if that's what she had warned you about.
"What am I going to do with this?" you mumbled to yourself as you walked to a window to open, making sure not to inhale too much pollen. As you walked you looked around, seeing every inch of the room filled with leaves. This was going to be trouble to clean up. Fern's main plant body had seemingly exploded into leaves, forming a strange, large clump, hiding its stalk. As you opened the window you saw it though.
It almost looked humanoid in appearance, and you blinked, doing a double take as the thought registered. With the flower being its head, the stalk having changed to almost human-like proportions, together with vine-like arms. All it missed were legs, but as you gazed you saw it sway and grow in front of you.
"Ahh," came a strange, warbly voice from it. "Aaaaaooo-"
You were rooted to the spot, your body feeling like lead as you stood with the window handle still in your hand. What was going on. Were you still asleep? That must be the case, because you could not believe your eyes.
Your body turned from lead to jelly, and there was a strange feeling of hypersensitivity to it as you finally let go of the handle. The step you took towards the doorway was slow and made your clothes rub you in all the wrong ways. Heat spread over your skin and you suddenly felt feverish. Once again you asked yourself what was going on, fear and a new feeling mingling together into something you couldn't quite name.
"Who- what-" you gasped out, breathing in more pollen, and Fern's flowery head snapped towards you.
"Ahhh!" it said, warbly, rustling voice almost elated at the sight of you. "Lovely nurse!"
The words it said were strange, more like an indication of meaning rather than actual syllables, but you found you somehow understood it anyways. It moved towards you with a rustling sound of leaves, removing itself from the pot with great difficulty. When it finally stood though it towered over you, looking down with a reverent sort of adoration. Or at least... that's what your feelings told you its body language was.
"Finally," it's leafy limbs formed together into a hand to softly touch your face with. "Finally..." it mumbled again, cradling your frozen body in its leafy hands. Meanwhile you were having a crisis. Your brain struggled to keep up and the only explanation you had for everything happening is that everything was just a dream and you were still asleep. At Fern's soft, reverent touch your body exploded into goosebumps, and you finally pinpointed your feelings. It was arousal; intense, heady, suffocating arousal.
A soft moan escaped your mouth, suddenly needing Fern to touch every inch of you, and even more so needing touch against your clit that was throbbing and begging for it.
"Fern," you gasped, deciding that though this dream was incredibly strange, it was a dream none the less and you were going to lean into this all the way. Why your brain would possibly conjure up you wanting sex with a large monster that used to be your plant was something you filed away for later. You had more shameful dreams in the past. "I don't know why I'm feeling so strange."
Your own voice sounded strange in your own ears, absolutely desperate for touch and laced with arousal. "Can you help me? Please touch me more."
Fern's flowery face changed, and though it didn't convey emotions in any way a human would you felt like it must've meant something. "Of course!" it said, "Now it's my turn to take care of you."
Fingers gathered at your back, softly laying you down on a bed of fern and vines that had gathered under you. It was soft and comfortable, smelling of plants and the scent of its flowering pollen. The smell becoming stronger as Fern came closer, crowding you on the bed. Multiple vines grabbed at your body, inching their way under your clothes and finding your sensitive spots without even searching.
"Feels good?" it asked and you responded in a moan, leaning back and letting Fern do whatever it wanted to you. You were so horny you barely knew what to do with yourself. Your hips thrusted up at Fern, begging for more, as moans and mewls of its name fell from your mouth.
The heady scent of pollen only intensified the more it touched you, and somewhere in the back of your mind you realized that something might be up with it, but you were too far gone. Enjoying every touch it laid upon your desperate body with a pleasure that almost blinded you.
"More, please Fern, I need more!"
It held you gently but insistently, canting up your hips as it took your clothes off until you lay bare before it. "Ohhh," it gasped, leaves rustling. "You're in bloom too, how precious! I'll take good care of you, my sweet nurse!"
It brought its flowery face to you, rubbing against your opening, and making cooing sounds and breathless noises of pleasure as it powdered your core with more pollen. Where the pollen touched a tingling feeling followed and by the time it was done with its little pairing dance you were almost sobbing out from pleasure. Despite your intense feelings of pleasure and arousal it seemed you couldn't reach your peak, and at this point it had started feeling painful.
Your begs of "please" and "Fern" were met with coos from the large plant, who caressed your body gently and finally, finally, gathered it's viny hands into something phallic. The petals of its face were covered in glittering pollen and your glistening arousal and it seemed almost as giddy as you when it finally pushed inside of you with something that resembled a dick.
Crying out from pleasure you thrashed in its hold, pushing your hips down on its hand as it inched its way inside of you, rubbing your walls as it went. "Am I taking care of you well?" it asked, petals glittering and leaves rustling with the way it shuddered around you.
"Yess, yes Fern, so well, please more, faster," you cried out, as it hit a spot inside of you that took your breath away. It kept caressing the spot and finally you reached your first orgasm, liquid leaking from you as you cried out in a high pitched sound that you swore couldn't have come from your mouth. It didn't let up, bringing its face in close as it started pumping into you. Every drop that leaked from you it caught, shivering and warbling at you while speeding up its pace. Your second orgasm crashed onto you much faster than the first as you came over and over on its face while it drunk your essence deeply.
"Yessss, my sweet sweet nurse," it warbled, words difficult to understand and almost sounding like a storm wind rustling the leaves of a large tree. Every part of Fern surrounded you, penetrated you and overwhelmed you. As you came one last time, squirting so hard you blacked out for a second, Ferns vines tightened around you as it shuddered at your violent orgasm.
It thanked you for your essence, petals glowing with an almost iridescent gleam of liquid and you groaned. Mind finally free of the effect of arousal, the reality of the situation dawned on you. As you looked down at the plant monster holding you so gently though, swaying you in its many arms while you drifted off, you decided that a what you needed first was sleep.
Tomorrow you would have a good, long talk with both Lily and Fern.
"Don't pollinate me without permission," you grumbled at Fern, but decided that you couldn't be too mad if this is what you got out of it. Fern almost seemed to glow while it cradled you gently, swaying you to sleep with a flowery, sweet smelling kiss to your forehead.
Tags: Shibari, tentacles, shapeshifting, fluff and smut, oral sex
Summary: Nyx is scared of losing control over his form; afraid of hurting you with it. The two of you train him to control his form in the best ways possible..
Living together with Nyx was the greatest thing that had ever happened to you. Every day you came home to him having cleaned and cooked, and every night he fucked you senseless. There were no complaints from you, though sometimes you felt something was wrong with Nyx after a particularly rough session.
It was obvious that Nyx had poor control over his form when he was in an emotional state, and fucking you had him pretty much lose every control he still had. It was often that you were fucked by a shapeless blob of shadows and eyes and the dick that filled you changed with it. Sometimes he stretched you a little further than was planned, and those times you had trouble walking the day after. It wasn't a very big deal to you, after all you loved getting split open by him, and you loved the surprise of the many forms he could take. Nyx felt upset though, knowing that it was because he lost control over his shape that you were in such a state had him shying away from your touch, afraid to lose control again.
It got to a point where he just ran every time you initiated sexy times, and enough was enough. He'd come into your bed later, in the form of a cat or a dog, or any other animal, and you'd feel so bad, so wrong for wanting him despite his form. Something was going on, and it needed to be talked about. It needed to be fixed asap before you jumped him in one of his less conventional forms.
The truth came out when you cornered him, and now the two of you were discussing plans on how to fix the current issue between you two.
"I don't mind you fucking the shape of your cock into me, Nyx," you said, and saw him shrink. "As long as you don't hurt me permanently I don't mind getting ruined by you." Your words were bold, to the point, and embarrassing Nyx entirely. Though he couldn't deny how much they turned him on as well. But he couldn't- not until he had his shapeshifting under control.
And that's how you got into the situation you were in now; suspended by thin tentacles that surrounded and bound you in the middle of the room. Completely at the mercy of Nyx, who had stretched himself thin to bind you.
The ultimate test of control, both with you and himself, because if he couldn't keep his current, tentacle-heavy shape, he couldn't keep you bound.
The bindings were intricate, holding you in a pose that felt both freeing and bound, at his mercy. A soft moan escaped you as you felt the reality of the situation. You were really doing this huh?
"Hurt?" he said, eyes brimming with concern for you, but you quickly reassured him.
"No, Nyx, far from it. You're doing so well."
A low purr started up, vibrating the threads that held you in place and you sighed at the feeling.
It was obvious the both of you were feeling it, despite the foreign situation you'd found yourselves in. The threads tightened and loosened, growing in size and shrinking again, but it seemed Nyx had his shape pretty well under control so far.
You knew this would become much harder the further you two got along; the more aroused he got, the more the strain of this form would show.
"I trust you, Nyx," you said, feeling the purr intensify as he moved himself closer to you. Another arm was pulled back as he tightened the tentacles around you, shaping your body into a pose that he liked. You had gotten a book with poses, and he had leafed through them earlier. The more interested he was, the less contained his form got, and when he was done he had a large, toothy grin on his face and form that seemed to throb in arousal. His fuzzy shape didn't promise much good, but that was exactly why you had chosen this exercise. And it was obvious it had awakened something in him if his still shuddering and throbbing main form was any indication. After all, Nyx didn't have a conventional human dick that you could gauge his arousal from; he'd only gotten used to growing something to penetrate you with because it was how mammals copulated. If he was aroused his entire form seemed to throb, as if all of him could feel the same pleasure all at once.
You gladly made use of it, running your fingers over your bindings and hearing his purr stutter. Multiple, tentacles were stretched out in the room, holding you firm, but slightly shuddering in the middle of the room. You weren't sure if it was because it was hard to keep you suspended, or because he was so turned on. It didn't matter, it would only amplify the difficulty of keeping his shape. And slowly your form took shape too, legs up high as he pulled his tentacles taut. It hurt, slightly, a stretching sting that had you pant, but the way you revealed yourself to him fully, the way you had to relinquish all control; it only heightened your feeling of pleasure. You were spread open fully to his eyes, and he devoured your form entirely. The green in his eyes almost completely swallowed up by his black pupils, a tiny ring of green fire around dilated eyes.
"Want to touch, want to taste you," he said, voice warbled and growly and you shivered, slick leaking from your exposed pussy. Something was you were unable to hide in your current state, and you nodded.
"Go ahead, love," you said, voice high from expectant pleasure, "I am at your mercy."
At those words he moved forward, maw covering your entire lower body as he shifted in size. The tentacles holding you shuddered, but kept their shape, and you would compliment him on it if he didn't start eating you out like a man possessed. The tongue that entered you was longer than any human's and you did nothing to stop the moans and praise falling from your lips.
Your arms strained behind your head as you tried to hold onto something, but you were completely stuck as his form held steady through your first orgasm. Your body, unable to bend, tensed fully as you pulled at your restraints, coming harshly into his awaiting mouth while he purred and sucked at you, teasing more of your juices out of you. Unable to push him away while he forced you into overstimulation and you tried telling him to ease up, but he continued for a little bit longer, almost making you come a second time. He grew his form bigger, tentacles tightening around you as he finally removed himself, drool and your cum running from his lips as he took in your vulnerable form.
"So pretty," he growled, holding you gently in newly grown arms, form growing to fill the room as a new appendage prodded at your still throbbing entrance. "Can take more? Just a bit?"
You nodded, hands tightening and loosening as you wished you had something to hold onto. He slowly pushed in, groaning and growling as he did. His dick twitched as he fully sheathed himself and he bend over you like he needed a moment to catch his breath. You felt the tentacles loosen and decided to make it harder on him by tightening your pelvic muscles. He yowled, a sound you hadn't yet heard from him, and new tentacles exploded from him to keep you in place despite the old ones shuddering and loosening. It seemed he had a lot of trouble, but after a little bit he removed his large form from around you. Shrinking slightly as the tentacles around you held your form as well as they could in his current state.
"Can't keep up," he said, voice whiny and warbled, "too hard. Feel too good."
You kissed the exposed kin in front of you and wiggled your hips. "You did extremely well so far, Nyx. Just a little longer, I know you can do it." The stretch in your limbs had almost made them feel numb, and you wondered if they were supposed to tingle that intensely or because you were both so new at shibari. "Just... don't stop moving, or else I'll go insane."
Your voice was a strained as his', pussy throbbing around the strange approximation of a dick that was still inside of you. It moved inside of you like it had a mind of its own, and both of you cried out when he started moving in earnest. The orgasm that you had been on the cusp of earlier exploded from you, covering his form in your slick as he followed you straight after. The tentacles finally loosened, as he turned into a large, shapeless blob under you. Panting and groaning as you fell down on top of him, limbs painful and tingly as blood rushed back into them.
He was burning up, and so were you, and when he finally calmed down enough to regain control he wrapped multiple arms around you, covering in a blanket of him and you nuzzled into his chest.
"Well done," you murmured, massaging your arms and thighs, and feeling him take over.
His purr vibrated him, you and the room around you as he grew a couple of sizes again. Massaging life back into your limbs while both of you fell asleep in each other's embrace.
Summary: A naga hit with a rut has you in its sights, and you can't look away from its gaze. But do you even want to, when he gives you this much pleasure?
"Do you trust me?" he said as he looked deep into your eyes, and all alarm bells in your head went off. You wanted to say no, but your mouth felt like it was full of cotton as you just stared at him. Falling into his deep gaze as he seemed to devour you whole. You couldn't struggle, and weren't even sure if you wanted to at this point. It was obvious what the Naga wanted from you, erect dick bobbing up and down, hitting your legs and stomach way higher than you should be comfortable with. And though you hadn't exactly been jumping for joy the moment he had his sights set on you, you couldn't deny the idea was more appealing by the second.
"There's no need to panic, little snack," he said, tongue slithering between his lips that were drawn back in a smile that could as well be a snarl. His long, venom tipped teeth glistened, and for a second panic did overtake you. It was gone as soon as you registered it though, the Naga's eyes were just so... captivating... like the most precious, glittering emeralds, shining with their lustre and beauty. You just couldn't look away, nodding slowly when he asked you if you felt fine.
Oh, you felt more than fine. You felt like you were floating on a cloud as his hands slowly started undressing you. His dick leaking with the proof of his arousal, of how much he wanted you, but his eyes and touch were ever gentle as he slowly slid your clothes off of you.
"Dear little thing," he said, "You should have run the moment you saw me. Humans can't help but be curious... so, so curious."
You wanted to argue with him, to tell him that yes you were curious, but you weren't sure if you had run from him even if you had seen his state before he had a chance to hypnotise you. The thought of this large Naga, pure white with eyes so deep you got lost in them the second you looked into them, wanting you, a normal, average little human with nothing special to offer him, had you shiver in bliss.
Though you weren't sure if the arousal that slowly invaded your senses was your own or if that was what he wanted you to feel. You were so weak, so pliant in his hands as he widened your legs around his midriff. The stretch of your legs around his body alone should have you rethink this; the fact that his dick reached your ribs as he held you against it as if to gauge whether it would fit. He was so big - in any sense of the word, and there was a real possibility of him tearing you in half.
The thought alone had you throb, which it SHOULDN'T- his eyes were so pretty- what was he saying?
You barely noticed you were now completely naked on top of his scaly lower body, as he dragged your naked core across him slowly and insistently.
"I'll make sure this is pleasurable for both of us, little snack. Don't you worry your pretty little head..." His tongue flicked out again, touching your face and making you flinch away a little, before licking his lips and refocusing all his attention on you. It felt like your world was just him, just him and the feeling of pleasure he evoked. And he was so horny, so horny for you, he wanted you so bad, you were so wanted and needed and loved-
Your thoughts seemed to spiral when he finally dragged you up his throbbing cock. It was slimy, having come from a sheath between his scales, and it was throbbing against your sensitive folds as he panted at the thought of impaling you. Everything seemed a little slower than it should be, as if you were drunk, but your feelings seemed intensified as he finally breached your opening, pushing you down on his dick, sighing deeply.
"Yesss, look at how well you're taking me. Now no whining, I want you to take me all the way... I know you have it in you."
You believed every word he was saying as he inched himself inside of you. You did have it in you, and him, you had him in you, almost entirely. There was a stretch, a pleasurable one, but somewhere in your mind you knew that it should feel much more painful. It just didn't. Him dragging himself in and out of you with deep sighs and hisses just felt so natural, like that was just what should happen between you.
The pleasure was out of this world, and your eyes would roll back if you weren't so mesmerised by the Naga holding your focus. It seemed he had the same issue though, his pupils widening and tightening as his tongue flicked out more and more, as if to taste your ecstasy on his tongue.
"You don't even need me to persuade you, don't you," he said, voice tight from pleasure, but there was a soft look on his face. Out of place with his snakelike features, but somehow fitting.
He thrusted inside of you with quick, shallow thrusts, knowing that if he were to thrust in fully he'd hurt you, or worse. His rut had hit hard this year, and you were so welcoming, so warm and pliable. He didn't want to hurt his new favourite plaything too badly. Enjoying every inch of your dripping hole as he warmed his cool body against your overheated one. It wasn't long before both of you reached your peak, with you floating across figurative clouds as your eyes finally strayed from his sight. Bliss hitting you hard as the full extent of your deed registered to your addled brain. Combined juices leaking down your core and his snakelike body as he writhed beneath you, hissing out his pleasure that didn't seem to end, judging from the jolting and twitching of his cock.
You'd blame the hypnosis for your quick surrender, but you knew that you'd let him do it again in a heartbeat.
Kinktober 2025 - Day 1 - Masturbation/Orgasm Control
Pairing: Zephys the Ghost x f!Reader
Wordcount: 1021 words
Tags: Masturbation, orgasm control, mutual masturbation, fluff and smut
Summary: He might not be able to touch you, but he can make you orgasm with his words alone...
You and Zephys had been living together for a while now, despite him being a ghost. It came with some challenges, namely that you weren't really able to introduce him to your friends and family, no matter how much you loved him. Another challenge was intimacy. He could only touch you on days where his power was particularly strong, and so far had not been able to top that first time you two had sex when you had first moved in - no pun intended. Your lovelife wasn't completely void of any sexy times though, as the longer you spend time with him, the more attuned you were to hearing his voice, and with that came more creative ways of doing the deed.
Like right now; as you lay on your bed, feeling cold air caress you, sending shivers down your spine. You were completely naked, laying on top of the blankets as you let Zephys touch your body. There wasn't any real touches going on, but the more you focused on the cool air around you, the more you could feel him. Better than feeling him though was hearing his voice as he whispered sweet nothings to you; telling you how pretty you were, and how he would fuck you if he had the chance. Your ears burned at his soft, whispery voice, tinged by arousal.
"...look at you," he whispered in your ear, as you felt a cold breeze against your neck. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as you felt yourself grow wetter with his voice. "so beautiful... so open for me, so eager..."
As you looked over to the side of your bed where you places multiple mirrors, to see him from every angle since you couldn't see him without them, you could see a wispy white figure above you. It was hard to make him out today though, his powers weak, but his need for you strong.
"...touch yourself for me, my light..."
Your fingers obeyed immediately, spreading your legs wider and fingers opening yourself up for him to see. If he couldn't touch, then at least you could give him this. You worked slowly, not wanting to rush this moment, though you couldn't wait to insert your fingers, rub your clit until sweet release, but you were patient. And it seemed Zephys liked that a lot. Telling you what he wanted you to do next.
"...yesss, move slowly... i want you to run your fingers over your lips, but no further... don't touch your clit yet..."
You obeyed, shivering at his words as you did exactly what he asked. Every command he gave you followed perfectly, until you were a shivering mess under his cold ministrations.
"Please Zephys," you begged, "Please, I want to come."
The chuckle that came from him reverberated through the room. "...i know you do, perfect light... i know you do... just a little longer... i want to see you play with yourself a little longer..."
You touched your thighs, dragging your fingers down the skin as you stroked your outer and inner lips with feather light touched, imagining him touching you instead. Your core throbbed, slick dripping from you as your clit begged for attention. Finally he allowed you to with the words: "...now touch yourself fully... you can do what you need, but go slow..."
The sound that came from you almost sounded like a sob, but you still did as he asked, dutifully following his rules. Your fingers found your clit swollen and throbbing, and you mewled as you arched your back. The pleasure flooded your senses as you had denied yourself this touch for seemingly hours even though it must've been minutes at most. Another finger entered your dripping hole with ease, clearly not enough for you, as you gasped. Quickly adding another finger, but you tensed as you heard him hiss: "...ssslowly..."
Almost begging now for mercy as you felt yourself so pent up. You never played with yourself this long as you masturbated, and your hole clenched around your fingers as you were desperate for an orgasm, for him to have mercy on you.
"Zephys, please, let me go faster already!" you almost commanded him, even though it was your fingers inside of you, and he couldn't really do anything to stop you from taking what you wanted. But it was no fun to do whatever you wanted, if he couldn't touch you, you had to become his hands. Despite it all you did love it when he teased you like this.
"...you're falling apart..." he chuckled, both mocking and loving as cool air hit your lips in an approximation of a kiss. "...it's pathetic, love... but you're doing so well for me... just a little longer... go in... and out..." he set a rhythm with his words, and you forced another finger in, stretching yourself as if he was stretching you on the digits. Moans fell freely from you, and you heard his whispery voice strain and tense too as he got closer and closer to an orgasm that kept being out of reach with the speed you were maintaining. Finally, finally he let up, and the second he told you to come with him you realized he had been touching himself too.
"Yesss, Zephys," you gasped, finally speeding up your thrusts. Fingers rubbing quick, rough circles on your clit as your body shuddered with the sudden stimulation. Orgasm crashing over you like waves upon the shore as you heard soft gasps coming from him too, almost inaudible over your own sounds of pleasure.
Another soft cool kiss on your lips had you sigh and reach out for him, feeling cool air engulf your arms and body as he accepted your embrace. Your entire body was reeling with the afterglow, entirely satisfied now that your ghost lover was cuddling on top of you. Once again you looked over to the mirror, where the light caught his form just right. An ethereal glow seemed to emanate from your chest, exactly where you felt the love for him the most.
Maybe him not able to touch you made the two of you all the more creative.
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As I've stated on my other tumblr I will be participating in Kinktober this october with both my tumblrs! There will not be two stories for every prompt though, I'll be deciding for each prompt which one I like for which character/monster. Of course I will try to write for every prompt on either tumblr, but there are some days I'm taking off because I don't know which prompt to write for, or because I'm instead writing something personal for a friend.
The following prompts I will (probably) write for on this tumblr though! The other list is on VewyScawyWriting. There are some days with a question mark after them. These are days I'm not sure of the prompt/character yet, but there will be a finalized masterlist once I'm done.
Do not take this list as guarantee though! I am starting out feeling motivated, but who knows where this month takes me xD
(list under the cut)
Day 1, Ghost, Masturbation/Orgasm Control
Day 4, Naga, Hypnosis ?
Day 9, Shadow Monster, Shibari/tentacles
Day 15, Plant Monster, Object insertion?/sex pollen
Day 20, Pennywise, IT, Mirror Sex/Dubcon (he is a monster idk man)
Some random sketches I made on my tablet when I was on vacation. They're character design ideas for the dating sim that I'm still working on very slowly. The names aren't decided yet, they were just some brainstorm ideas.
I am back, and hopefully not just for one fic only to disappear again. I am really trying to get consistent again, but it's so harddd..
Pairing: Multiple Goblins x f!Reader
Wordcount: 7567 words
Tags: Voyeurism, gang bang, double penetration, oral sex
Summary: After you investigate a hole in your crawlspace leading to an underground tunnel, you fall down, injuring yourself. The owner of said hole is the one who finds you, helping you heal from your fall and feeding you. He wants a big reward, and you are willing to indulge.
Lately you heard strange noises coming from under your floorboards, and it was starting to worry you. You lived in an old house on top of a large hill. It was a fixer upper, but you'd spend all your time and money into fixing it, and now you had lived here for many years without a problem. The views were to die for, and there were no neighbours directly around you. No HOA breathing down your neck, but friendly neighbours at the end of the street that could help you when things got bad. They were nice too, all of them elderly, and on your first day of moving in Betsy had given you a freshly baked apple pie. She said she loved baking, and that if you wanted she could bring you cookies too. You'd declined, thankful for the offer, and noticed everyone else had come over as well, as if lured by the smell of apple pie. They welcomed you to the neighbourhood while enjoying Betsy's baking. It was great; you felt a sense that you were meant to be here. The people were genuine and happy with you moving in, and they often came to check up on you.
They were, however, old. And you didn't want to come knocking on their door with every little thing that you needed help with. Most things that broke or concerned you were fixed by yourself; some googling usually got you your answers. If things really didn't go well, then maybe you'd ask one of the men to come check it out. But after Jake had come over last time and promptly stumbled on your raised doorstep, you decided that it would be better not to ask them anymore lest they break a hip or something. Your house was significantly older than the other houses in the neighbourhood, and with that came particular architectural choices.
So when the noise in your crawl space continued you were adamant on fixing the cause of it yourself.
You were on your knees, the floorboard that covered the crawl space put to the side as you peeked in. Your phone flashlight lit up the dark space, and you sneezed as dust and possibly mould entered your nostrils. With the frequency of the noises and how they sounded you expected a nest of raccoons or some other animals down here, but you could not see a thing out of place. The sand, however, was uneven, and you groaned as you realized some spots were completely invisible to you because of that. You might need to actually crawl in here to check. The space was large enough for it, for sure, the ground much lower than you expected it to be. You didn't really look forward to going in, though.
Right now it was quiet, and you debated softly to yourself what you were going to do. Maybe whatever it was that was making those noises had already left? It sounded great to your ears, if only because you wouldn't have to go into the crawlspace. But the idea that something could have been in there was already a problem in itself. There shouldn't be anywhere for any animals to have gotten in. It was completely surrounded and sealed by the foundation of the house, so if anything had gotten in maybe there was something wrong with it, or they made a hole through the earth to get in. Both options were equally bad. Now that you had decided to check anyway you should check thoroughly, you decided, and you put your phone in your pocket to prepare yourself for jumping inside.
The floor directly below the opening was raised, making it easy for you to get in and out, sharply sloping down immediately after until you could almost stand up straight. You weren't that familiar with crawlspaces, and you wondered if it looked normal. While you were down here you checked for mould and moisture, and were happy to see that there was none. Just cobwebs and dust, and mountains of sand.
And behind the mountains of sand... a hole? It was deep, and wide. Much bigger than you thought you'd find if an animal had burrowed inside.
"What the hell?"
Around the hole were remnants of food, as if someone had held a picnic under your house and hadn't cleaned up after themselves. With bated breath you looked into the hole, seeing nothing, even when you shone down it with your flashlight. Deep down from inside it though you heard noises. Like people speaking to each other. A shiver went down your back, and you leaned down a little further, trying to hear what they were saying and if you were even hearing this for real.
You realized you had leaned down too far when your vision tilted, and darkness swallowed you up as you tumbled down the hole.
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Crelix was just wandering the cave when he came across something he couldn't have anticipated. Not even in his wildest dreams could he have imagined him meeting a human, let alone get this close to them. And yet, there she was, in the middle of his secret tunnel. He wasn't sure how she'd got here, and why she wasn't running in panic at the sight of him, but he wasn't complaining. It wasn't until he dared himself go come even closer that he realize the human was unconscious.
Running over, but carefully of course, he checked her vitals. It seemed she had hit her head when she went down his beautiful tunnel hole. He was surprised she could've been so careless, it couldn't possibly have been the way the tunnel was constructed... any Goblin worth their salt could traverse it easily. Then again you were really big, and so perfectly clean. You looked completely out of place in a muddy environment like this, and he gulped.
A groan came from you and he flinched. He had to act quickly. A filthy place like this was no place for a perfect creature like you to wake up in. For a second he tried to pull you by himself, but decided that he needed help.
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You woke up to a pounding headache and the sounds of conversation around you that promptly stopped as soon as you started moving. As your eyes opened you realized you were in the dark, and that the snippets of conversation continued more hushed, as if afraid of your reaction. There weren't any words you had been able to make out, but you chalked it up to coming back into consciousness.
"Where am I?" you muttered, hoping your eyes would adjust to the dark more. You soon realized they wouldn't, considering you had them closed before and still couldn't see anything. "Who are you?"
The hushed voices started back up, footsteps coming closer to you.
"We... save you," one said, the other speaking to it in a language you couldn't decipher. "Fallen down hole. Hurt head."
You reached up to your head, and found the cause for your throbbing headache neatly bandaged. As your hand pulled away you felt a sticky residue, but you couldn't make out whether it was blood or some sort of salve. Once again you asked: "Where am I?"
"In cave home," it sounded proud as if it was showing off. You couldn't see anything though, that with the darkness surrounding you.
"Do you have a light or something, so that I can see?" you asked, slightly weary. It slowly started dawning on you that whoever you were speaking to wasn't human, and you needed to see if the image your mind had conjured up was the truth or if you were just panicking and concussed.
It was quiet for the beat of a second before awkward, chortled noises you realized were laughter filled the room.
"Stupid, stupid Crelix," the creature admonished itself, as the other lit up an oil lamp, finally showing you what you were fearing.
The first thing you saw were cave walls surrounding you, a dark, but cosy space with clutter all over - some of which you recognized to be your lost items - as your eyes slowly moved down the space towards your saviours.
Two child-sized green skinned guys (gals? pals?) were standing a respectable distance away from you, looking curiously at you with glinting eyes that caught the light in a distinctly non-human way. You once again reached for your head. That tumble down the hole had really done a number on you, huh? Now you were hallucinating little goblins living under your house. You wondered idly if a concussion could do that to you, but one of them started speaking again, interrupting your slightly woozy thoughts.
"Got hurt bad, but don't worry. We patch you up good, right Ashmot?"
The other one nodded, slowly, seemingly uncertain of the situation, but you saw in his hands a roll of unused bandages. He spoke to the first one in a language you didn't understand, and both turned away from you for a bit to have a heated conversation.
Slowly a feeling of dread started crawling up your back, like spiders under your skin. The more you gathered your bearings, the more you realized that what you were seeing was real. As you sat up properly you felt a stabbing pain in your side, and looking down you realized more of you was bandaged than you initially thought. It wasn't only your head that was hit with the fall, and you tried to ignore the pain as you moved to stand. You needed to get out of here. Though the two in front of you were not exactly threatening, they were definitely not human, and you needed some time and space to calm your nerves.
They noticed you had gotten up and the one that called himself Crelix ran forward, his grubby hands raised in a placating manner as he gently but insistently prompted you to lay back down.
"Please, please, don't panic. Nasty gash and bad head pain, wouldn't want to get hurt worse in the halls."
Ashmot had his hands up as well, both their faces showing nothing but concern for you, and you slowly laid back down. Your head was pounding and your side was killing you. The adrenaline of your earlier panic wore off quickly, and the full brunt of your injuries hit you in full force. A groan escaped you as both approached your bed, feeling your forehead and speaking in hushed tones as they checked your condition.
"Am Crelix," one said, "That Ashmot. We saved you." There really seemed to be an emphasis on the 'saving', and you wondered idly if they wanted something in return. You were unable to give anything at the moment though, just trying to calm your nerves and your pounding headache.
"What... what are you?" you asked, unsure if it was polite to ask someone's race, but Crelix seemed to grin widely, showing rows of sharp teeth. Ashmot didn't seem to understand your language much it seemed.
Crelix seemed almost proud when he spoke. "Humans..," then to Ashmot, "what they're called," Ashmot seemed as confused as ever when human language was used (as if Crelix didn't know who to sound smart to... you or Ashmot), "call us goblins. Are male, by the way."
Interesting thing to add, but you weren't about to question the conversational (and social) skills of a goblin of all things.
"What's pretty human's name?"
Your brain seemed fried. The headache not getting any better, and your racing thoughts only amplifying the chaos in your head. You answered him, and he seemed to glow in excitement at having a name to go with your face. His happy cries and conversation with the one called Ashmot distracted him from the stormy expression on your face.
There it was. The confirmation to your panicked speculations. You had found a hole right under your living room that led to a tunnel system where goblins lived. The hill your house stood on was a goblin stronghold. Who knew how many there were still hiding in the darkness behind the open door, a door that seemed more like the entrance to an abyss.
As they fussed over you, you couldn't help but blurt out, almost offended at their gall: "Why the fuck did you dig a hole to my basement?"
Crelix seemed flustered, trying to stop you from speaking even though the words had long and well left your mouth. With Crelix's reaction and the withering gaze Ashmot send him you realized Ashmot could in fact understand human language. Or at least, enough.
More conversation between the two, not so hushed anymore, and the noise had attracted visitors. From the doorway you saw multiple shining eyes peering inside, more conversations erupting from the new spectators. Crelix seemed to be in a bind, talking a mile a minute to placate the crowd that had formed.
Maybe you weren't quite welcome, and maybe Crelix wasn't supposed to have dug all the way to the surface.
"Am in trouble now." Crelix sighed as he turned to you. The others had now gathered around your bed, looking at you from every angle as you tried to shy away from their scrutiny. "Just wanted to know more. High price for curiosity and knowledge. Others be better off knowing more, Crelix thinks. Humans very interesting."
Grabby hands explored your body as fear kept you still. Until they started feeling up more intimate areas, eyes shining with curiosity and something more feral.
You were about to speak up, flushed and angry, but Ashmot was first, barking out an order that startled both you and the ones standing by your bedside. They immediately retreated, but kept ogling you. It seemed they, too, thought humans were interesting. Maybe not in the way Crelix did.
"Are sick, will keep you safe. Heal you. And then? Maybe payment?" he seemed to have an idea of what he wanted, giggling to himself. A shiver went down your spine, but his next words calmed you. If only slightly. "Knowledge! Human knowledge from direct source. You!"
Crelix then spoke to the spectators, finally making them leave. They didn't seem at all eager to leave, curious glances your way lingering until they were fully ushered out off the dark hallway beyond the door. You wondered if they had ever seen a human before, and if you weren't in such a vulnerable state it would have been funny or even cute to see their curiosity.
Ashmot spoke to you in a soft voice, and thought you didn't understand a word he was saying you felt a strange calm wash over you. Their language was guttural and harsh, but you still felt yourself drifting off, hoping that you could trust at least Crelix and Ashmot with your safety. There wasn't much you could do in your current state to protect yourself, and you finally fell asleep with the mixed feelings of safety and helplessness.
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When you woke up you felt much better. Seeing a dark cave around you wasn't as startling as the first time, and even Crelix's mug coming into your field of vision didn't scare you as much. He looked happy to see you alive, wringing his slightly dirty hands together.
"Ah, good good," he said, "Finally awake. Was good sleep, no? Me and Ashmot keep you safe." He leaned forward, studying your face before a large grin broke his face open. "Time for food."
The second he said it your stomach growled, and you blushed. Only to hear a similar growl - no, not similar, much louder - come from him and Ashmot who was dozing off in the corner.
He laughed uproariously. "Didn't have time to eat yet. Had to look after pretty human, keep safe... Food time now, yes?" His eyes glinted as he spoke about you, and you felt a strange hum in your chest. Both because they apparently cared about your safety so much that they had forgone eating for who knew how long, and because he called you a pretty human. No matter how weird it was for you to react to that. You were thankful to them, both Crelix and Ashmot, but now that you were feeling better and more well rested you realized neither one of them could keep their eyes off you.
As you walked through the hallways to a place where you could eat, like a mesh hall or a kitchen, you weren't sure, you kept an eye on your two saviours as well as the other goblins running along the small hallways. The situations that arose from them being unable to look away from your foreign form were quite comical; some ran into each other, while others tripped over their feet. As you smiled at one of the little guys that ran into a wall after seeing you, you heard the crowds that had formed around you explode into hushed whispers. Their eyes glowing brighter as they attempted more interesting stunts to get you to smile again. Ashmot grumpily guided you through while Crelix talked his head off about them sending someone ahead to gather some human food for you specifically.
Thankfully you reached the mesh hall without any major incident, despite the fact that the crowds that had gathered around you had slowed your travel significantly. As you sat down at the table that Crelix led you to, two others came with a plate piled with "human" foods. They seemed absolutely giddy with excitement as they approached, vying for your attention as they presented the plate to you. They were scrawny and clean, as far as anyone in the group could be called clean. Their skin was much less muddy-coloured than the others and their smiles much less sharp, and they were like two mirrored images of the other. It seemed what they thought was human food was in fact just a bunch of snacks and junk food, quite possibly taken from your own pantry.
Oh, no, there was some stuff you never bought. Some candy you'd consider "old people" candy was littered among the bags of crisps and musty cookies.
They wouldn't have stolen from your neighbours too, would they?
Before you could ask Crelix inserted himself into the situation, quite literally pushing the two food bringers away who were both trying to touch your hands as you reached for your favourite brand of crisps.
"Go on, git! you perverts," he hissed between crooked but glinting sharp teeth, then to you: "Here you are, best human food we find. Me personally recommend these - best I ever had."
You were handed a sticky box that was filled with the crumbs of some seemingly home-made cookies. You thought you recognised them as Betsy's handwork, and you shook your head. Not only were all of them already eaten, but it confirmed your suspicions that they'd gotten into the old lady's pantry. It seemed your house was not the only one with goblin holes leading inside.
"Crelix," you started, but at your disappointed look he took one glance into the box and when he found it to be empty assumed that's what you were mad about. The twin food-bringers were brought back with a lot of yelling and head slapping. They cried and yelled in their foreign language, seemingly both remorseful and outraged at Crelix's anger.
"Ah, seems human food was just shared between group just before... apologies. But Snaggle wants to trade."
A goblin that was even dirtier than the rest came over, slightly hunched over and with hair as wild as his eyes, grinning in that crooked way they all did.
"He wants to trade it for what?" you asked, and the goblin's eyes glinted with glee.
"A kiss."
Your eyes widen. Well, I mean it could be worse, but...
Immediately all eyes were on you as the conversations around you hushed, clearly everyone was anticipating your answer. Some leaned forward, their eyes glowing in the dim light of the cave. It almost felt like they were looking right through you and suddenly it almost felt like you were naked in front of a hungry horde. It was just a kiss, you could just give a forehead kiss or one on the cheek, but it felt like some border would be crossed if you did, and you shivered.
And the throb in your core at the gaze Ashmot send you made you realize that shiver wasn't completely in fear.
"Just- just on the cheek!" Crelix clarified, and you saw Snaggle behind him nod vehemently. Some goblins lost interest, while others were still leaned forward, and when you nodded with a small smile at Snaggle the room erupted into cheers. Some high fived Snaggle, while others slapped him on the back like he'd achieved something amazing.
He came over, cookie on one hand, cheek thrust forward and eyes blazing. You puckered your lips and gave him a huge smack on the cheek. Once again the crowd exploded and you laughed with them. It was such a silly thing to get excited over, you decided as you took a bite out of the cookie. It was surprisingly fresh and you enjoyed the taste immensely. Suddenly you realized how hungry you were, and you grabbed an unopened bag of crisps from the pile. As you stuffed your face Crelix seemed awfully pleased, as if you were eating a meal he had personally prepared for you. He grabbed the next one for you, picking out the one he liked best to share with you as he ate his own food. You tried not to look at their food too closely; it did not look appetizing in the slightest. All the more reason you were thankful to them for bringing you human food... despite the fact that they had raided the neighbourhood for it.
As soon as you were done with your second bag of crisps (they were awful small and you were starving-) you finally noticed the line that had formed behind you.
In their grubby hands all of them held a cookie, or what was left of one, grins mirroring the other as all of them wanted to trade you a cookie for a kiss.
"Oh, no, guys," you started, flustered. "I really have enough food for now." You pointed at the plate that was still full with snacks, and everyone deflated, the line slowly dispersing. Some send a jealous glare at Snaggle, who had taken a seat at your table together with Ashmot and Crelix and the twins that had brought you the food. Snaggle seemed to glow, crooked nose up in the air as he gloated.
Meanwhile one twin thrust out a hand, and the other followed suit immediately after, thrusting his other hand out so you could shake both at the same time. It seemed they wanted to introduce themselves to you, and you looked at Crelix who was set to translate. He sighed a weary sigh, seemingly regretting having taken you to a public place.
"Human y/n, meet Stix and Mizzle, the twins," then he growled some more to the twins while you shook their hands simultaneously. They grinned widely, leaning forward to look at you eat more closely. Thankfully they had stopped trying to touch you, opting for observing you from across the table. But there was that glint in all of their eyes that made you feel strange. It seemed all of them wanted much more than just a kiss on the cheek from you, and you blushed at the thought.
Get yourself together! You needed to get healthy fast and get back to your house. And don't forget that these miscreants had dug a hole to your house! That certainly needed to be addressed sooner rather than later! What if it affected the foundation of your house?
"Crelix, I-" you started, but now that your stomach was filled you suddenly felt incredibly tired again. Black spots dotted your vision as a dull headache filled your head. It seemed you were far from healed if the ache in your bones and your brain was any indication. Ashmot seemed to realize almost instantly, the silent goblin was at your side in a flash, barking some order to Crelix who jolted up out of his seat. He left his food half eaten as he yelled something to the ones that were still seated, and you hoped it was to let you have some rest and peace. They seemed disappointed, but the twins and Snaggle waved at you as you left.
The hallways were a blur as you were led back by Ashmot and Crelix, the bed seemed awfully inviting as you dropped down into it.
"Thanks," you said weakly as Crelix pulled a blanked over you and felt your forehead with a slightly greasy hand, still covered in the remains of his food. You frowned, but couldn't care too much, fatigue taking over your mind as your brain still struggled with what you figured was definitely a concussion.
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When you awoke the room was empty except for who you assumed was Ashmot. He looked at you from his seat at the door, inclining his head slightly as the glow of his eyes was the only thing you could see in the current darkness. You were thirsty and sore from laying on the bed that was slightly too small for a while and you groaned as you sat up.
Ashmot was at your side immediately again and you sighed in relief as he brought a cup of water to your mouth.
"Thank you, Ashmot," you said, looking at the gruff but helpful Goblin. He was slightly taller than the others, but if he hadn't been by your side for the entire time with Crelix you wouldn't be able to pick him from a crowd. ...of other goblins, of course. His teeth were just as crooked and sharp, nose just as large and skin just as muddy and slightly dirty as the rest, but you felt a sense of comfort with him near. Where Crelix seemed incredibly interested with you as a human being, helping you in return for information or whatever else he was after, Ashmot seemed to be there just to help.
"What is it you want in return for your help?" you muttered, more to yourself than to him, but he looked up with glowing eyes that bored into yours.
He grumbled something in their language, but you had no idea what he said. The grin that split his face didn't spell much good though, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared, and you wondered for a second if you had imagined it. Crelix's offended gasp from the doorway told you it had been real though, and you wondered what Ashmot had said. His face was back to an innocent neutral, and he looked away from Crelix pointedly.
"Now now, no need to heed his words. Ignore him," Crelix rambled, as if you had any idea what Ashmot had said, "Cannot keep anything to oneself here." He seemed flustered and frustrated, and you wondered what he was going on about. "Find treasure, have to share. Always share. Share share share. Never cared about humans, and lookit them now."
Ah, okay.
"Me no like sharing this time." He looked straight at you, a dangerous glint in his eye as he took you in. Then he sighed, resigned. "But will share if everyone wants."
Right. He was talking about you in a normal way. A totally normal way, and you brain wasn't conjuring up images of you getting shared around the group in a less than normal way.
You wondered where it came from, none of the men here looked appealing in any way, but the way they looked at you, like you were some treasure they wanted to possess, to have, to touch with their grubby little hands. You were something foreign to them, as much as they were foreign to you, and it seemed they couldn't get enough of the sight of you. It somehow turned you on immensely, but you tried to keep it together. There was not going to be more happening than a kiss on Snaggle's scruffy face and information sharing. That was all. You needed to get your head in the game, focus on getting better and leaving. Not! On the throbbing between your legs! The throbbing in your head!!
Well, one of the throbbing was much more delicious than the other though, and as Ashmot looked at you knowingly with those unnaturally glowing eyes of his, and grinned pointed teeth bare, the feeling intensified tenfold. Did you have a headache before this? You couldn't remember. All you knew was that you were incredibly turned on somehow, and that if any of them asked for your body in return for their help you would give in - immediately.
It took you embarrassingly long to realize Crelix was saying something to you.
"Oh, sorry, what did you say?"
Ashmot's chuckle was as grating as it was embarrassing you. It seemed he had looked right through you, and you blushed as you focused on Crelix instead.
"Kinda... kinda want reward... before everyone comes to make a mess. Before you leave."
Oh yeah, his reward. Knowledge about humans right?
"Sure thing, Crelix," it would be a great way to distract you from your little problem. "What do you need from me?"
He muttered something. Then he interrupted himself to mutter something even less audible. Then he growled something to a chuckling Ashmot in their own language, before sighing deeply and seemingly giving up.
"Want kiss too."
Oh, that was a little different from what you expected, but it wasn't something you couldn't do. "On the cheek?"
"N-no... l-lips- Nuh... Nevermind! Just want to know more about humans. Tell me-"
Ashmot interrupted him with some rough words, and you finally saw a Goblin blush. It was an interesting sight, and it seemed Goblins didn't bleed red if the strange green colour Crelix turned was any indication.
They spoke some more, with Crelix backtracking, blushing, and finally giving in. It was almost like a movie, and if you hadn't eaten all the popcorn before you'd have opened a bag to eat while watching.
It seemed the two had reached a consensus, and Crelix cleared his throat, before dropping an absolute bombshell on you.
"Wanna see you all. Every bit. Know about human body that way." Then, as your blush mirrored his' but in red; "Just knowledge! About body! Just knowledge. Nothing weird!"
Ashmot shook his head, but didn't look away. Eyes trained on you to gauge your reaction. The anticipation hung thick in the air, and once again your arousal reared its ugly head. It was obvious what they wanted, though it seemed Crelix was too shy to ask, and Ashmot didn't speak your language.
"Want you," suddenly a lower, and much rougher voice sounded, and you realized it was Ashmot. "All of you." He gestured to your clothes as if he wanted them off, and you jolted into motion. Did you really want that? It seemed your body was ahead of your brain, already taking off your top. Ashmot's grin grew and as you looked at Crelix he seemed a mess, eyes bulging as he swallowed thickly.
He gasped something in their language as he seemed transfixed with your movement. You took your time with undoing your jeans, and saw Crelix devolve into a nervous wreck. It seemed he was much more nervous about you undressing than you were, and it was slightly endearing. You wondered if this really had been their idea of a reward the entire time, or if something had changed while they were taking care of you. You couldn't care much as you enjoyed their eyes on you. It was exhilarating, even more when you felt more eyes on you; glowing eyes peeking in from the door to the pitch black hallway that lay beyond the room.
It seemed Snaggle and the twins, Mizzle and Stix, had found the room you stayed in. You slowed your movement when your jeans were off, standing in front of the group in your underwear.
"You can watch now," you said, heart pounding in your throat. "That's enough, right? You can see all of me now."
Crelix's voice came out hoarse, first in their language and then in your own. "N-no! All of you. That's the... the deal!"
You weren't sure when you had made a deal like that, but you didn't care at this point. Deciding to tease your audience you frowned. "What..? Everything? You mean my underwear too? I'm not sure if I should..."
Crelix's hands balled into fists and then released again. His dirty trousers were baggy, but not baggy enough to hide his arousal from you, and you blushed, grin widening at the sight. You looked over to Ashmot who was watching you like a hawk before you caught him. He coughed and looked away, as if he wasn't that interested. His trousers weren't hiding anything either though.
"Fine... a deal is a deal," your fingers hooked into your panties first, pulling them down as all eyes followed your movement with a hunger that was tangible. What you assumed were curses, judging by how breathless and rough they were said, filled the room as burning eyes focused on your bare lower body. You were practically dripping at this point, exposing yourself to a group of Goblins of all things. Far past shame you unhooked your bra, slightly crossing your legs both to alleviate some ache and to hide yourself from the onlookers. It only riled them up more.
"Gotta... get a closer look," Crelix managed to grate out, shaky legs carrying him over to you where he literally stood face to face with your pussy. If he leaned forward his nose would hit your clit, and you couldn't help but bite back a moan at the thought. You wondered what they were packing. If it was proportional to their bodies it couldn't be too much of a stretch, but the thought of being shared like Crelix had before said made fresh arousal leak from your throbbing core.
Crelix didn't manage to bite back his moan. As the smell of you hit him he shuddered, hands jerking up to your thighs as he tried not to be too forward. The deal you made hadn't said anything about him touching you, and he didn't want to scare away the only human he had managed to make contact with. He really, really wanted to know about humans, that's why he had dug a hole up to the surface, despite the others forbidding it. He had always been an outsider because of his obsession, Ashmot the only one that would stick with him, despite him not understanding his interests.
He hadn't thought that he'd come into contact with a human for real though, let alone said human letting him touch them, and even more... exposing themselves to him like this. He felt like he was in heaven as he looked up to you with unfocused eyes. He needed to study you, commit your every characteristic to memory before you would undoubtedly leave again. He had to focus- he had to-
He leaned forward, committing your smell to memory, and the sound you made as his face made contact with your folds. Ah, that's not what he planned to do at all. With all the strength he possessed he moved back, but both Ashmot and you pulled him back. Ashmot with a growl of "Come on, don't be a coward," and you with a keening sigh of pleasure.
Well, there was no turning back now.
Ashmot had moved from his seat as well, closely eyeing your body as he walked around the room like a predator stalking his prey. His feral growl as your eyes met made your knees buckle, and as they did Crelix's nose hit your clit so nicely you couldn't help but fall back onto the bed you had just stood up from. The goblin in front of you tumbled with you, gasping as his sharp nails dug into your thighs, creating red crescents, but not yet breaking skin. His tongue poked out to lick a long stripe across your leaking folds and your eyes rolled back, breaking your eye contact with Ashmot who moved in closer.
The low, growled curse Ashmot grunted out at your blissful expression went straight to your core, and when a second set of hands grabbed fistfuls of your bare chest the moans you had bit back finally spilled out. Murmuring sounds came from the open doorway, but all of you ignored it, all focused on your own actions and pleasure.
Crelix was humping the floor as he licked and slurped at you like he had never tasted anything like you, and your scattered thoughts tried to piece together if you had seen any lady goblins around earlier. You decided it didn't matter as you enjoyed the feeling of both creatures grabbing fistfuls of your body and their licking and nipping at your skin. Ashmot wasn't as quiet as he was before, though you still couldn't understand what he was saying. It seemed he was both a growler and a biter, while Crelix was whining and moaning between your legs, hands digging into the fat of your thighs as you closed them around his head. His pointed ears folding as you applied pressure, grabbing a fistful of his unkempt white hair. He keened and whined, and grinded against the underside of his bed, chasing pleasure while you manhandled him. Meanwhile Ashmot was undoing his own trousers, pushing them down his legs as he pried one of your hands from Crelix's hair, pushing your hand between his legs as he climbed up on the bed beside you.
Your fingers wrapped around a dick that was almost as thick as it was long, and you whined as he started humping your hand, aggressively tightening your fingers around his weeping cock. He kept nipping and biting at your shoulder while he pleasured himself though, and you removed your other hand from Crelix to push Ashmot's face to your own. Now that you had decided to have sex with these creatures you didn't care about anything anymore, you were going to kiss Ashmot and that was the end of it. He seemed surprised by the action, but didn't fight it as he kissed back roughly. He didn't mind the clashing of your teeth, and the fact that he practically choked you with his tongue. He was all growls and nips and aggression as he humped your hand with wild abandon. His teeth nicked your lip, and the taste of your blood only seemed to arouse him further, his dick throbbing in your fist as his pace quickened.
A sharp cry came from below you, after which Crelix increased his attention on your core. Long, slightly rough tongue entering your opening as he licked all the way inside of you. His nose bumping and rubbing against your clit as he practically tonguefucked an orgasm out of you.
"Taste good," he murmured, blissed out look on his face. As you came down from your own orgasm you realized Crelix had made a mess out of his jeans and the floor. "Sooo good."
He stood up shakily, falling into you and Ashmot who groaned something at him while he was clumsily pushed away from your hand. Crelix responded in slurred words, still with the dopey smile on his slightly shining face. You blushed as you realized what had happened, but were quickly pulled from your embarrassment when Ashmot pushed you off the bed. You were put in a clumsy kneel in the middle of the room, your knees on slightly damp earth where Crelix's proof of pleasure mixed with the soil.
Ashmot manoeuvred you so that he was behind you and Crelix in front. His open trousers showed you he was far from done despite his earlier, untouched orgasm, as his cum-covered dick greeted you from below. Ashmot's cock hit your backside and he once again spoke in those gruff, slightly butchered words. "U okay? Go on?"
"Yes, yes please," you said, shivering as you felt both dicks rub against your front and backside. Your voice sounded much more wrecked than you thought, but you paid it no mind, focusing on the feeling of them both and on the hungry eyes watching you from the doorway. You wondered if the others would join, or keep watching you as you got railed. Neither option you minded, moaning lowly as you locked eyes with the tallest of the three voyeurs. A groan came from the doorway as the light revealed Snaggle, drool falling from his open mouth as he fisted his own cock. As both Crelix and Ashmot pushed it with mirroring groans it seemed Snaggle was again the one to take the first step.
He pushed the door open as the other two bottomed out, filling you perfectly from each side. You tried to keep your eyes on Snaggle, but you felt your eyes roll back by the pleasure. Crelix seemed to be off the world, completely unaware of someone joining, and it seemed even Ashmot took a bit to realize they were no longer alone with you.
He growled something, but it seemed to lack its usual bite, ecstasy overtaking his system as he pushed in and out of you with a rhythm that was somehow matched by Crelix's sloppy thrusts. Both of them together had you seeing stars, and you reached out your hand to Snaggle, who rushed over to nuzzle his face into it before giving a lick to your hand and pushing your palm down to his weeping erection. He grit his teeth as he thrust into your fist, moving closer to the three of you with each move. The second your hand made contact with Snaggle the door flew open further, revealing Stix and Mizzle as they tumbled over each other, pushing the other aside to get to you faster. Snaggle hadn't done anything to earn your hand, but they had! They had brought you food, and weren't they so much nicer than Snaggle too?
Aggressively they pushed at the other, fighting over your palm, and decided to just hump your open hand from both sides as they glared at the other with heated stares. Your second orgasm was building quickly, and you didn't care much what they were doing with your hands, but as they pushed and bumped into you from the side you were jolted from your pleasure.
"Stop fighting," you growled out, grabbing Stix's dick tightly, who mewled and stopped pushing immediately. The tears in his eyes and your manhandling of his sensitive member didn't seem to rob him of any pleasure though, quite the opposite, and you wondered if these goblins liked a little bit of rough play. Mizzle was left out now though, and he whined and complained in your ear loudly.
Even Ashmot got pissed it seemed, slapping at Mizzle before once again moving you into another position. Mizzle was on the bed, presenting himself to you as you were on your knees in front of him, back straining as both your hands were occupied. Mizzle's eyes sparkled hungrily as your tongue lolled out to lick at his twitching dick. The sounds he made betrayed how close he was, and as your tongue licked over his shiny mushroom head he almost came there and then. As you gasped and groaned at the feeling of Crelix and Ashmot's pace quickening you felt seed paint your arms from one end. It seemed the twins came fast - a thought that half formed in your brain before the other twin exploded in your mouth with a cry and a shudder. The cum tasted like the earth and iron, and you couldn't decide if it was fine or horrible, letting it dribble from your mouth between moans.
Ashmot finally came too, biting at your back, but unable to reach your shoulder, his sharp teeth broke your skin quickly. Painting your back in bites as he painted your inside with his seed. The feeling of pain and pleasure mixing as you tumbled over the edge for a second time, taking Crelix with you who's facial expression at your tight grasp around his twitching dick would be comical in any other situation. Snaggle came soon after, jerking cock spraying your side and neck with spurt after spurt of seed.
You were sticky all over, throbbing in pain and bliss as you were thoroughly used. But it seemed the goblins had energy to spare, taking turns fucking you and using your hands. It seemed Stix had a fascination with your chest, groping handfuls of your flesh as he rubbed himself raw against you, a makeshift titjob that seemed to have been born of his imagination right there and then. They didn't neglect your pleasure either, especially Crelix seemed to be in love with your taste, and even the cum leaking out of you didn't persuade him from drinking your arousal like a man dying of thirst. Ashmot twisted and turned you into positions you didn't imagine possible with a strength that belied his small body, while you were being filled from every angle at every moment. Pleasure welling up like blood from a cut as you came over and over on their cocks and clawed fingers while they indulged deeply in the reward you offered.
When all of them were finally spend, and you were laying in a sticky heap on the bed - all fast asleep, naked, and kicking or muttering in their dreams - you realized between moments of sleep and wakefulness that you didn't want the hole leading into your crawlspace closed off at all. This could be your little secret. As long as these miscreants promised never to steal poor old Betsy's cookies again.
Your head was finally free from pain and the dull throb of a headache, and you wondered if you would need a while longer to heal. As Crelix mumbled in his sleep, and rolled over on top of the others who groaned but didn't wake up, seemingly used to sleeping in a pile, you hoped they wouldn't mind you staying a little while longer.
After all, there was so much more you could "learn" from each other.
With a sly smile you fell asleep, completely satisfied.
...if not slightly squashed under your pile of horny goblins.
