Vox tells people youâre âoff-limitsâ with a charming smile that barely hides the threat behind it.
He keeps a hand on you in public. Shoulder, waist, lower back, doesn't matter, just any excuse to touch you and remind the world you're his.
He doesnât share attention well. If youâre distracted while heâs talking, heâll tilt your chin toward his face. âFocus on me, sweetheart.â
If anyone flirts with you, Vox doesnât get mad, oh no, he gets competitive. Suddenly heâs extra affectionate, extra charming, extra âlook how good you have it.â
He has a habit of sending you little pop-up messages on your devices: âHow's my doll?â âThinking of you.â âCome see me.â
He will pull you into his lap without warning if someoneâs trying too hard to get your attention.
He marks you with a small electric jolt, just... a little shiver up your spine that only he can give.
When he kisses you in public, itâs deep, slow, and calculated. He wants everyone around to know.
In private, possessive Vox is softer but more intense. âI donât care who wants you⌠you come home to me. Always.â
His biggest fear is losing you, so once he loves you, he clings hard, not because he doubts you, but because he doubts himself.
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đđđđđśđđ âĄď¸: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.
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 đšor as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.
Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.
The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked youâdrawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.
Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day priorâa day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.
The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."
You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.
 Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.
Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"
The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."
The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.
With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."
 Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"
"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."
The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning toâ Nay, I shall not proceed."
As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"
"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace. The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.
The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller.Â
  Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.
After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.
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Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.
"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.
Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.
   Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.
Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.
Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.
Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.
"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."
You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."
The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."
You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard, he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.
He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."Â
  You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.
The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."
You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared, causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.
After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."
You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating, and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.
Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm. Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.
As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience.Â
  You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.
With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly.Â
  "Might I inquire about your name?" Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."
Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes.Â
  A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.
His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.
You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.
"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "
 You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.
The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace. Â
  Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.
In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.
After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.
 Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips.Â
  Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.
 Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.
With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )
His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.
With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies. Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.
Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.
He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.
Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "
Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.
  With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.
A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. âIâuhn~ w-wait p-please, LorâŚâ You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )
 Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. âN-no, whyâd you stop!âÂ
 With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. âM-more. Give me more.â You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby )
"Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?"Â
  Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face. Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix.Â
Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.
" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans.Â
   He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs.Â
"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"
With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls. A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."
With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. âThat's a good fuckinâ girl.â
The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.
You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"
 Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.
You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.
He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)
Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.
He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick.Â
  Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.
He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.
The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.
Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole
" Dismissed. "
The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.
"Loran, please."
The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.
 A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. sâtoo.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue.Â
Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.
Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.
Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...
dom sub dynamics, hate fucking, non-con, sub reader, heavy dom orc, power dynamics, fingering, this is high key way more intense than my usual writing so lemme know what u think.
The forest was a labyrinth of shadow and silence, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Youâd been tracking the orc for weeksâKragthar, a hulking beast of a creature with a rap sheet longer than your arm. He was a marauder, a brute whoâd left villages in ruins and bodies in his wake. The bounty on his head was enough to set you up for years, and you werenât about to let him slip through your fingers. Not this time.
Youâd finally cornered him in a clearing, his massive silhouette looming against the flickering light of a dying fire. At over seven feet tall, Kragthar was a wall of muscle and menace, his greenish-gray skin scarred from countless battles, tusks jutting from his lower jaw like daggers. His amber eyes glinted with feral cunning as you approached, crossbow trained on his chest, enchanted manacles dangling from your belt. Youâd planned this down to the last detailâevery step, every move. He was yours.
âEnd of the line, Kragthar,â you growled, voice steady despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins. âHands behind your back. Donât make this harder than it needs to be.â
He didnât move, just stared at you with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. Then, faster than you thought possible for a creature his size, he lunged. You fired a bolt, but he dodged with unnatural agility, closing the distance in a heartbeat. The crossbow was wrenched from your hands, splintering against a tree as his massive fist clamped around your wrist. Pain shot through your arm as he twisted, forcing you to your knees with a grunt.
âLittle hunter,â he rumbled, voice like gravel and thunder, âyou think you can cage me?â His grip tightened, and you felt the bones in your wrist grind together, a sharp cry escaping your lips. He yanked the manacles from your belt, snapping them like twigs with a single flex of his meaty hand. âI donât think so.â
You thrashed, reaching for the dagger at your hip, but he was too fast, too strong. In a blur of motion, he had you pinned to the ground, your back slamming into the dirt with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. His weight was crushing, his thighs straddling your hips as he held your wrists above your head in one massive hand. His other hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those amber eyes burned with something darkâanger, yes, but also a raw, primal hunger that made your stomach twist in a way you didnât want to acknowledge.
âGet off me, you fucking beast!â you spat, bucking beneath him, but it was useless. He was immovable, a mountain of raw power, and every struggle only seemed to amuse him more.
âKeep fighting, human,â he growled, his hot breath fanning over your face, reeking of iron and earth. âIt makes this sweeter.â
Before you could retort, his hand slid from your jaw to your throat, not choking but holding, a firm reminder of who was in control. Your heart raced, a mix of fear and something hotter, more shameful, pooling in your core as his rough palm pressed against your pulse. You hated himâhated the way heâd evaded you for so long, hated the smug curl of his lips, hated the way your body was already reacting to the sheer dominance radiating from him. But there was no denying the heat building between your legs as he leaned closer, his tusks grazing the shell of your ear.
âYouâve hunted me for weeks,â he murmured, voice low and dangerous. âNow, I hunt you.â
His hand released your throat, only to tear at your leather jacket, the sound of ripping fabric sharp in the still night. Cool air hit your skin as he exposed your chest, your breasts heaving with each ragged breath. His calloused fingers brushed over your nipple, rough and unyielding, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure through you. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, but he noticed, his smirk widening.
âDonât hide it, hunter,â he said, pinching the sensitive bud hard enough to make you gasp. âI can smell how much you want this.â
âFuck you,â you hissed, but the words lacked conviction as his other hand slid down your stomach, yanking at the waistband of your trousers. He didnât bother with finesse, tearing the fabric apart until your lower half was bare, the night air kissing your exposed skin. You squirmed, trying to close your legs, but his massive frame kept them spread, his knees forcing your thighs apart as he settled between them.
His gaze dropped, and a low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest as he took in the sight of youâyour flushed skin, the glistening evidence of your arousal already betraying you. âLook at that,â he said, dragging a thick finger through your folds, collecting your slick with a humiliating ease. âSo wet for the monster you hate.â
You wanted to scream, to deny it, but the way your hips twitched at his touch only confirmed his words. He chuckled, a dark, predatory sound, and brought his finger to his mouth, licking it clean with a long, deliberate swipe of his tongue. The sight was obscene, and yet it sent another wave of heat coursing through you.
He didnât give you time to process, his hand returning to your cunt, two thick fingers pushing inside without warning. The stretch burned, his digits far larger than any humanâs, but the intrusion was slick and relentless, curling against your inner walls with brutal precision. You couldnât hold back the moan this time, your head tipping back against the dirt as he worked you open, his thumb circling your clit with rough, punishing strokes.
âThatâs it,â he growled, watching your face with predatory intent. âTake it. Youâve earned this.â
You wanted to fight, to claw at him, but your body was a traitor, arching into his touch as he pumped his fingers deeper, faster. The wet, lewd sounds of your arousal filled the clearing, each thrust of his hand pushing you closer to a precipice you didnât want to cross. But you couldnât stop itâthe tension coiled tight in your core, your breaths coming in sharp, desperate pants.
When you came, it was with a choked cry, your walls clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He didnât stop, didnât let up, dragging out your orgasm until you were trembling, oversensitive and whimpering beneath him. Only then did he pull his hand away, slick with your release, and smear it across your lips, forcing you to taste yourself.
âGood girl,â he rumbled, the words dripping with dark satisfaction. âBut weâre not done.â
You barely had time to register his words before he shifted, his massive hands gripping your hips and flipping you onto your stomach with terrifying ease. The ground was rough against your bare skin, dirt and leaves sticking to your sweat-slicked body as he yanked your hips up, forcing you onto your knees. Your arms shook as you tried to push yourself up, but a heavy hand pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest pinned to the earth.
âStay down,â he ordered, and the raw command in his voice sent a shiver through you. You heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt, and then the unmistakable sound of him freeing himself. You couldnât see, but you felt itâthe blunt, impossibly thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and heavy. A spike of fear mingled with anticipation as you realized just how massive he was, far beyond anything youâd ever taken.
âWaitââ you started, but the word was cut off by a sharp gasp as he pushed forward, the first inch stretching you open with a burn that bordered on pain. He didnât wait, didnât ease you into it, just kept pushing, slow but relentless, until half of his length was buried inside you. The fullness was overwhelming, your walls straining to accommodate him, every nerve alight with a mix of agony and ecstasy.
âFuck, youâre tight,â he groaned, his hands digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. âMade for this, werenât you?â
You couldnât answer, couldnât think, your mind consumed by the sheer intensity of him. He pulled back slightly, only to thrust deeper, each movement forcing a whimper from your lips as he claimed more of you. By the time he was fully seated, you felt split open, impaled on a cock so thick and long it seemed to rearrange your insides. Your fingers clawed at the dirt, seeking something to anchor yourself as he began to move, slow at first, letting you feel every ridge and vein dragging against your sensitive walls.
But slow didnât last. His pace quickened, each thrust harder, deeper, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the forest. He fucked you like he hated you, like every ounce of rage and frustration from being hunted was pouring into each brutal movement. And yet, your body responded, slick and eager, meeting his thrusts with involuntary shudders of pleasure. You hated him for thisâhated how he could reduce you to a trembling, moaning mess, hated how much you craved the punishing rhythm of his hips.
One of his hands slid from your hip to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that made you cry out, the overstimulation pushing you toward another edge. âCome for me again, hunter,â he growled, his voice rough with exertion. âShow me how much you hate this.â
You didnât want to, didnât want to give him the satisfaction, but your body didnât care. The pressure built, unstoppable, until you shattered around him, a scream tearing from your throat as your cunt pulsed and clenched, milking his cock. He groaned, low and guttural, his thrusts growing erratic as your orgasm dragged him closer to his own.
When he came, it was with a roar, his grip on your hips tightening as he buried himself as deep as he could go. Hot, thick spurts filled you, the sheer volume of it spilling out around his cock, dripping down your thighs as he held you in place, ensuring you took every last drop. The sensation was obscene, overwhelming, and you collapsed fully to the ground, exhausted and trembling, as he finally pulled out.
You lay there, panting, your body a mess of sweat, dirt, and cum. Your cunt throbbed, aching from the brutal stretch, a mix of his release and yours leaking steadily from your abused hole. You could feel the rawness, the way your folds were swollen and slick, the emptiness now that he was gone almost as intense as the fullness had been. Above you, Kragthar loomed, his massive cock still half-hard, glistening with the evidence of your coupling. It hung heavy between his thighs, thick veins pulsing along its length, the tip still leaking a bead of cum that dripped onto the ground near your face. The sight was primal, grotesque, and yet it stirred something dark and hungry in you despite your exhaustion.
He crouched beside you, his amber eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and something unreadable. One massive hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness, though the smirk on his lips was anything but soft. âRemember this, hunter,â he said, voice low and rough. âYou can chase me all you want, but Iâll always be the one who catches you in the end.â
You glared at him, too spent to speak, your body still trembling with aftershocks. But deep down, beneath the hate and the shame, a part of you knew he was right. And that scared you more than anything.
Really craving a big bad monster rutting his cock into me until he becomes a whimpering pussy drunk mess, every thrust leaking a little more precum and pushing it straight into my womb. His massive body encapsulating my entire frame as he surrounds me so that heâs the only thing I can see.
Drool dribbles from his maw and his long forked tongue swirls over my skin, using the excuse that heâs cleaning me up but really just wanting to taste me. And he canât stop moaning and whispering the most filthy things, promising heâs gonna stuff me to the brim and trap me with him forever. Every wet plap, plap, plap is intertwined with his sinful promises.
âWanâ me to make you a mommy? Gonna keep you all full and pregnant, make sure you never gonâ leave my side. Youâll stay right here where you belongâŚâ
And he doesnât stop the words from pouring out of his mouth even after heâs fucked me stupid and the ringing sound in my ears replaces his voice right before I pass out.
On the topic of shameless monster fuckersâŚ
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance
The Monster under your bed loves haunting you. You see, scaring someone is an art few can master. One has to apply just the right amount of fright in order to have the poor human on their toes, yet perpetually clueless. Too much, and one risks unwanted exposure. Too little, and it wouldnât be fun.
So, he settles for humble, yet efficient tricks. Creaks of the floor, a faint scratch underneath your bed. Did something touch your leg just now? He cackles in delight every time you jolt, or gasp, or bend over to check for the source of all these mysterious sounds. Useless.
Tonight he returns for his routine. The room is pitch black, and he drags along his grotesque limbs in skillful silence. As he lowers himself, his smirk abruptly falters, eyes wide in disbelief.
Youâre lying in his very own spot, pillows strategically scattered, fingers joined together like a maiden about to say the lunchtime prayer. An impertinent smile crosses your face, cheeks dusted hot pink.
âFinally. I almost fell asleep waiting for youâ, you declare, batting your eyelashes.
Was his long-standing, methodical approach flawed? Could it be? The shadow creature omitted one vital detail, one absurd possibility: that you could reverse the roles. Very well, now what? Have you come to seek your revenge? Do you truly believe you have the slightest chance against an ancient, unholy being of no creation or beginning?
Hereâs another mistake - assuming your intention was that of confrontation. Thankfully he is quick to catch his own fallacy. He notes your circumstance: defenseless, curled in a tight, cramped space, with no escape. You have set yourself for failure. Before he can consider your reasoning, you pull him underneath, your small hands holding onto the cold, rugged surface of his blasphemous body.
Tonight you wonât be getting much sleep, yet for different reasons.
On the topic of monster menaces who love to tease you...mimic monster surprising you with his presence at the most inconvenient times.
Your face gradually pales in horror upon discovering that the sofa you're currently sitting on with your friend is actually your cheeky partner. You can feel his hands kneading your thighs from underneath the plush material, making their way to your private parts.
Now you have to sip on your coffee and pretend you're not being fingered by literal furniture, as your friend chats away blissfully oblivious.
A/N: Guess whoâs been sick? Me. This is domestic fluff at its finest. You can read the rest of the parts in this masterlist.
Out of jealousy (part 8): In sickness and in health
Orc (Hodei) x fem!reader || sickfic, tooth-rooting fluff, SFW (mostly)
Everyone knows that thereâs nothing as painful or awful as a the menâs flu. But thatâs only because those people donât know how it is to be taking care of an orc male when heâs slightly sick.
Youâd been the best girlfriend, preparing him soup and caressing his hair for hours, but he was whiny and refusing actual help, which wasnât cute at all. Sometimes you forget how fucking stubborn he could be, like when he was sick and acting like he was about to die because of it.
Youâd been wanting to hit him at the same time you wanted nothing more than to run out of here. You even considered (and threatened Hodei accordingly) calling his mom. Heâs been a pain in your ass, and he kept refusing to see a doctor or get any kind of medicine, insisting orcs could overcome the flu without medicine. You called bullshit on that, offering him soup and flicking his pointy ear to make him cry in pain like you just shot him.
So after another incredibly dramatic scenery of trying to feed him some soup just to have him tell you he wasnât hungry, you took out the big guns. âYou need to go to the doctor,â you announced with a harsh tone. You kept trying to be nice to him because he was sick, but he was getting on your nerves.
âNo. I donât. Iâm fine,â his voice was nasal because of the congestion, which made him sound like a cartoon character. He tried to get up to probe his point, just to get dizzy and fall to the sofa once again. âIâll be fine,â he tried, his voice a bit rougher.
âIâm calling your brother, then.â He tried to follow you out of the room, but he didnât get too far before the biggest sneeze possible ripped through his body. It almost shook the windows. Needless to say, heâd been a big baby about that, too.
âHey Inar,â you greet his big brother with tiredness in your voice.
Hodei is screaming from the other room: âDonât call him!â
âToo late!â You shouted back, much to Inarâs amusement, who was laughing on the phone. âYour brother is being a pain in my ass. He has the flu and insists he doesnât need medicine,â you inform him.
Inar laughed harder. âHeâs stupid. Iâll send somebody with medicine for him. Make sure he takes them three times a day, with food,â he instructed. You could hear babies crying in the background, and somebody calling for him.
âThank you. You are the best,â you tell him with a bit more sincerity than you expected. You never had a good enough relationship with your family to just call when you were sick or needed help, but the Stormbloods always showed up in one way or another.
âSee you Sunday,â Inar said before hanging up.
Right, Sunday. Family lunch. You spent half your life going to those lunches, first as Hodeiâs friend whose parents didnât like her, and now like his girlfriend slash mate, and you were still a bit dumbfounded about how easy they make it feel. Like loving each other was the easiest thing in the world.
You walked back to the living room, where Hodei was groaning and sneezing into a tissue. âYour brother is sending medicine,â you informed him, grabbing another tissue and passing it to him. âHow are you feeling?â You touched his forehead and flinched. He was still burning.
âWhy did you call him?â Hodei questioned, sounding low-key betrayed. You almost giggled at the indignation.
âBecause you are being unreasonable and you need to take something so the flu goes away,â you repeated. You felt like youâve been telling him the same over and over for the past 36 hours. Damn, a day and a half that felt like way longer.
âBut I-â He tried, but his body gave up mid-phrase. He sagged against the cushions and mumbled: âIâm so tired.â
You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling when he leaned into the touch. âGo to sleep. Iâll wake you when lunch is ready, okay?â
He nodded, already half asleep. âLove you,â he whispered against the blanket, and you smiled, your heart going all gooey inside of you.
Lea, Hodeiâs older sister, showed up not long after with the medicine and a bunch of food containers. She stayed for a tiny bit, hugging you and making sure you were doing okay, taking care of the baby of the family, also known as the most dramatic one while sick.
Leaâs presence calmed you further, the big sister energy like a balm to your soul. And when she left, you thanked her, feeling warm on the inside knowing that even if your own family wasnât the best, Hodeiâs family already adopted you a long time ago.
You walked back into the living room, where your boyfriend was still snoring lightly. âHodei. Hey. I got medicine and food,â you whispered, slipping your hand under the blanket to touch his forehead, sighing in relief when you felt him less hot than before.
âI donât wanna,â he whined, burrowing his face further under the blanket. You pulled it back just enough to see his face. His green skin still looked too pale, but it felt like he was getting better, even if it didnât mean he was less dramatic about it.
âI know. But you need to take it,â you tried to coach him out of the cocoon.
âI need to take you.â You giggled when his hands pawed at your sides, not really looking what he was doing, but he got tired before he could even grace your boobs. âDamn it,â he cursed.
âSee? You need to get better if you want to get some,â you joked, offering him the pills and a glass of water.
He took them, swallowing them with a disgusted face. âI hate that you are right.â
âIâm always right,â you teased, passing him the container with the food.
He smiled slightly at you, munching slowly. âThatâs true, my mate.â He only ate half a serving, but it was better than nothing. âCan you caress my hair until I fall asleep again?â He asked, sounding pathetic and more than adorable.
You smiled, slipping behind him on the sofa until his head was on your lap and your fingers were massaging his head. âOf course,â you mumbled. He was already breathing slowly, his body plastered against the sofa and looking as handsome as ever.
He might be a pain in the ass, but he was your pain in the ass, and you loved him even when he was being insufferable.
And if he thanked you with his tongue for being such a good mate a couple days later when he was better⌠You didnât complain.
One might think itâs weird to be excited about your car breaking down. But they would be too if they got it see the hunky Orc Mechanic that ran the shop.
You had this old piece of junk car that was long past its prime and probably on its last leg. But you didnât care how much money you poured into it, you couldnât let it go. Some deep sentimental emotional attachment that refused to release you from its hooks.
Most mechanics thought you were crazy but took advantage of you anyway. Overpricing their parts and services till you couldnât give them more. But not Orc Mechanic. He understood, could see the love you have for the giant death trap of a car. He didnât overprice, often gave you discounts, and he let you stay to watch him work when you were too anxious to leave your car.
Orc Mechanic was sweet and funny beneath his tough exterior and it wasnât long before you two grew close. Sure, he was as big as a tank with rippling muscles for miles. And yes, his expression is naturally reminiscent of a hard scowl that could make any monster jump out of their bones with fright. But he was also goofy and all the hard lines of him could melt into unbelievable softness with just one sweet laugh from you giggling over his antics or horrible jokes.
Hours with him bleed together. Night after night the rest of the mechanic leave, watching you two like youâre in your own world. None of them know how painfully aware you are of their every move. Waiting for everyone to leave and trying not to make it obvious.
âThat the last of âem?â He asks, his face buried under the hood of your car.
But both of you already know the answer and before you bother to utter a word heâs spinning around and pouncing on you. His claws prick at your skin, his hands everywhere, pawing your clothes off as the two of you stumble into the backseat of your precious car. He maneuvers his frame with ease, having had enough practice from previous cases of this.
Spreading your thick thighs to his hungry gaze he eyes your glistening folds, licking his lips like he can taste the scent of your arousal. His large digits spread open your slit and you donât even realize what heâs doing till he spits not one, two, but three fat globs of clear syrupy spit on your thirsty pussy and spears you with his fingers. A choked gasp flies past your lips, hips bucking as he immediately starts at a dizzying pace.
Your eyes cross at the intense blinding pleasure, hand flying down to grip his wrist. Not sure if you need him to slow down or pick up speed. He laughs, a mocking sound, the ecstasy painted clear across your face.
âWhatâs this now, baby? My little slut thinking sheâs in charge here?â He purrs, his fingers curling at just the right moment to make you scream.
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Posessive in the Waters - Orc x Reader | 18+ Content
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The hot water bubbled around you as you lined yourself up with your partners cock. Your face flushed, glistening with sweat and condensation of the hot spring. Your Orc gave a satisfied sigh as you finally sank onto him.
Like always, his length split you in half, plying apart your puffy wet flesh and snuggling into your warmth.
âThis,â he groaned, placing his hands on your waist, âwas a great idea.â
Mentally, you made a note to apologise to the Orcessâ when you got back to camp. They were going to be so mad with you â but itâs not like youâd told him!
As you started to ride him, your mind drifted to a few days before all this happened.
*
You squeezed the towel against your damp hair as the Orcessâ beside you laughed. âWhoâd thought that the natural springs would be so warm?â One nudged you in the side. âHow long have you known about this, (Y/N)?â
Wrapping the towel around your neck, you looked up at her and smiled. âWell, itâs not really a secret,â you frowned in thought. âI guess weâd never been close enough to a potential location for me to think about it.â
âWell, we know about it now!â Another Orcess leaned from behind the first one and winked. âThis should be our secret, alright? I donât even want to think about what would happen if the boys found out about it,â she wrinkled her nose.
âProbably ruin it,â the first one muttered. âYou know what theyâre like, washing themselves off in wells and shit â one time, I saw one of them washing in a river after a raid⌠where the humans threw their toilet waist.â
All three of you recoiled and shivered in disgust.
Hoping this was a one off incident, you didnât see why the other Orcs couldnât enjoy the spring. Most of the Orcs youâd seen were well behaved⌠Well, as behaved as Orcs could be. But a part of you wanted to keep it a secret too â itâs nice to have a little place where the women could go and be at peace.
Sure, Orcess were still Orcs, but much like their human counter parts, they too got sick of all the dick-swinging that could go on in camps. At first, you hadnât really paid any attention to it, too busy focusing on trying to keep up with all social rules and how the camp operated when moving from place to place.
It all came to ahead one evening, where a fight had broken out between a company of Orcs. It had started out in front of you; something about taking a weapon that belonged to the instigator before inaudible shouts came from both sides, before you knew it, the first punch flew through the air. Fists went flying, teeth shot out of mouths and blood spurted from noses.
Youâd shrieked in terror as the two wrestled closer to your seating area, your Orc jumping to his feet and yanking away one of the two parties. He shouted something at him as the instigator broke free, straightening himself up. âIâll kill him!â Heâd yelled. âI fucking mean it! If he touches my shit again, Iâll do it!â
âI already told you!â The other Orc bellowed back, spit and blood flying from his lips, words limp from missing teeth. âI didnât touch jackshit!â
âAlright enough!â Your boyfriend hollard over the two. âYou know how we deal with this â go and speak to the Dux and then you both can try to kill each other over it!â
The two Orcs went their separate ways, grumbling and glowering in each others directions as your Orc sank next to you. Youâd practically curled up into a ball, clutching your plate in your hand with a vice-like grip, shaking.
Your Orc put an arm around your shoulder. âItâs okay, donât worry,â he said, his voice light and airy, as if he hadnât just wrestled two Orcs away from each other. âThis is normal here.â
ââNormalâ?â you echoed, still shocked from that display. âOver a weapon?â Youâd thought that weapons would be passed around camp like it was money transferring hands. Perhaps in exchange of food, or gold, or whatever it was that Orcs traded amongst themselves.
âLook around,â your partner pulled you into his lap, placing a hand on your thigh and rubbing it in slow, comforting circles. âWho do you see mostly around here?â
The majority of Orcs around, were the Orcess. You could tell that they had somehow brightened up since the petty fight. They excitedly talked amongst themselves, some pulling out weapons and swinging them through the air, like they were discussing how they would have fought in that squabble.
âThey wereâŚâ you furrowed your brows. âWere they just making up that fight to impress them?â
A chuckle escaped your partner. âWhat? Surprised? Donât humans do the same thing?â
âWell, yeah, but nothing like that.â You frowned, âwait, hold on.â Memories of men biting their thumbs at each other and drawing their swords resurfaced in your mind. âNo, youâre right.â You looked up at your Orc.
Coming back to the present, you couldnât help but marvel at the lengths male sides of different species went to. Now that you remembered that battle, you completely agreed with the Orcess. If they arrived while you and the other women were at the springs, the Orcs might instantly start brawls to try and get your attention.
Bidding goodbye to the Orcess, you went back to your tent, rubbing the towel harder against the side of your head to catch any remaining droplets of water. When you entered, you froze.
Sat on the side of your cot, was your Orc, sharpening a dagger. He turned to look at you slowly, eyes narrowing at you. âWhereâve you been?â He asked.
You stared at him, mind racing, trying to come up with a believable excuse. You couldnât tell him youâd gone down to the river, that was where everyone washed⌠including the men of the camp. At that moment, most of the hunting party had gone down there to clean themselves off. You cursed yourself for not thinking ahead â but itâs not like youâd done this on purpose.
You always carefully timed going up to the spring, making sure that your partner would be busy to respect the privacy of the other Orcess who joined you. But you didnât consider him coming back to the tent early.
The only time you went down to the river was with your partner to keep an eye on you. If there were other Orcs around, you knew they wouldnât try anything if he your boyfriend was around, but your Orc just didnât like the idea of them ogling you.
Maybe there was a way you could spin this to be reasonable. After all, itâs not like you had to get naked in order to wash certain parts of the body â you could have just gone to wash your hair.
âI went down to the river.â You started, watching him for reaction. âTo, wash my hair after I fellâŚâ you searched the air. âInto a puddle of unknown origin. So I went down to the river to wash.â Internally you cringed. Puddle of unknown origin? What were you, a mad Mage (who called themselves âscientistsâ whatever that means) that believed in digging up corpses to study them?
Your Orc narrowed his eyes at you, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to give you a lecture. Instead, he gave a shrug and stood. âThis was before the hunting party got back, correct?â
âYeah.â You breathed a sigh of relief. âI left as soon as they got there. I only needed to wash my hair anyway. I landed face first.â A grimace tugged at your lips. The implication made you cringe internally.
The Orc wrinkled his nose, but smiled. âI was going to kiss you, but I guess I canât do that now.â He moved past you.
âHey!â You scowled, following after him. âI did clean myself properly you know!â
âThen whereâs your soap?â He threw over his shoulder at you, his smile growing wider. ââCause itâs not in the trunk and it looks like it didnât come back with you either.â He stopped, his smile growing more teasing in nature. âI checked it before you came back.â
You stopped dead in your tracks, heart dropping. Soap. Of all the things to forget at the natural springs and it was that. It was a nice bar too â your boyfriend had brought it back from a raid.
It was rose scented, with little bits of lavender in it. You always came back smelling like a rose garden.
No big deal, you told yourself. Youâd just go up later to retrieve it, youâre sure no one else visited it. It would be suspicious if you left again. It was coming up to dinner time, so itâs not like you could slip away unnoticed.
You would have to go when everyone else had fallen asleep⌠and hopefully, find it and get back before your partner left for patrol and came back.
*
The night air was cold against your skin as you found the trail up to the natural spring. Your partner had woken you up when it was his time for patrol, but youâd pretended to stay asleep. Once you were sure heâd gone to carry out his duties, you donned your cloak and boots and headed out.
Slipping past the guards was harder than youâd anticipated, but were able to get by during the change over. Youâd worry about getting back into camp later.
You used the moonlight as your guide up the trail, keeping an eye out for the landmarks you mentally marked to keep you on track.
As you passed them, you couldnât help but notice a warm, glowing light as you got closer and closer to the spring.
Before long, you noticed the tell-tale flickering of a torch. You internally begged that it wasnât a stranger using your nice soap â even from a distance, you could smell it in use. Gritting your teeth, anger rushed through you. What kind of idiot uses some random soap they found?! What if it was just some lye that someone had forgotten to bring back home with them? They could melt their skin!
Fire lit under you, you rushed the spring. âHey who do you-â you gasped, clasping a hand over your mouth. Sat, lounging in the water was your Orc in the spring, running the bar of soap up and down his muscular arm.
He froze mid wash, suds dripping down and into the steaming water below him. After a moment, he leaned back against the stone behind him and gave you a knowing smirk. âI knew youâd come back for it.â He tossed the soap up in the air and caught it in the same hand. âSo, this is where youâve been going with the girls, huh?â
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A/N: Hi! Chubby girl here, too. And I'm gonna say, if someone thinks you are too heavy for them... skill issue. Dump them, get someone stronger or less afraid of glory. If they don't want to be suffocated in pussy, are they even worth it? I think not. (And yes, this is a joke, don't come for me).
Werewolf!boyfriend would be shook. He thought he was doing a great job of showing you how fucking hot you are, curves, dimples, rolls and everything else. He's so attracted to you he almost popped a knot the first time you kissed and you are doubting how fucking hot he finds you. And on top of that you think he can't hold your weight while you ride his face? Unacceptable. He would lay flat and make you grind on his face until you've come so many times you don't doubt your hotness ever again.
Orc!boyfriend and Minotaur!boyfriend would be so offended. How can you doubt their strength? Do you think they are weak? You think they can't carry you? Hold your weight? They can lift three times your weight easily. They will probe it to you fucking you against the wall, and when you are pliant and cum-drunk, they will lay down and make you ride their face until they've had enough. You will not doubt their strength ever again.
Vampire!boyfriend would be mad at you. You have the audacity to doubt his taste? He's with you because you are fucking perfect. He wouldn't accept anything less. He will probe it to you, mount his face right this second, he will do all the work. He doesn't even have to breathe, he can spend hours under you, and he will do it gladly.
Dragon!boyfriend would be so amused by you he would start laughing until he chokes. You, the tiny human who can barely fit his cock in your tiny pussy, are saying he can't have you sitting on his face? Ridiculous. He would grab you with one hand (probing how strong he is) and would help you on his mouth just to probe you wrong.
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DID SOMEONE ASK FOR MICAH YUJIN CONTENT??? I mean no not directly to me but Iâm doing it anyway heâs hot leave me alone
Micah has always teetered between being flirtatious and easily getting flustered. Normally he manages to get the upper hand but thereâs one instance where there was no winning and you never let him live it down.
It was about three months into your relationship and you hand came up to him randomly with a question he never thought youâd ask him.
âHey is there a particular pet name you want me to use? You always call me angel itâs weird that weâve been together this long and I either call you Micah or dumbassâŚâ
If he was honest he low key thought dumbass was your pet name for him and he gladly accepted it because he knew it was purely out of love but he said he didnât have one in mind and that you could choose whatever name you wanted for him. He didnât realize how much danger that suggestion put him in until it was too late.
Every day you tried a different pet name for him. At first he didnât think it would phase him too much but once you started doing it without warning his heart couldnât take it. The first time you called him baby he swore his heart stopped. It didnât help that youâd start playing coy when heâd ask you to take it easy on him.
âWhat? You said I can choose your pet name. i gotta test my options here.â
âYeah but I donât think my heart can take all these testsâŚâ
In reality you were just trying to see which name would fluster him the most but it wouldnât be any fun if he knew that.
After a few days you finally found the perfect name. It was mid day and youâd finally finished up your work for the day. When you got back to your home Micah was in the kitchen making something quick to snack on. He turned to look at you when you walked in and smiled.
âYouâre home! I misses ya angel~â
You gently caressed his face and smiles before pecking his cheek.
âI missed you too my pretty boy.â
He froze in his spot. He wasnât sure which part was making him short circuit more, the fact that you called him pretty or the fact that youâre so blatantly calling him yours. He face was burning as he was processing what you just called him and to make matters worse his brain decided the best course of action was to run and hide in the bathroom. He was even more embarrassed as he heard your cackling from behind him. He just couldnât take it. The way you looked at him, the way it rolled off your tongue so sweetly, like that had always been his name. He was your pretty boy and he couldnât take how much he liked it.
Of course you had to add salt to the wound by knocking on the door to tease him more.
âWhats wrong Micah? You donât like the pet name? I happen to really like it! I mean, youâre very pretty, and definitely mine I donât see the issue.â
He ended up darting out of the bathroom to pull you into a hug and bury you into his chestďżźďżź, anything to get you to stop making his heart race like it was. Before heâd have to fight you just to admit you thought he was cute or to tell him you like him. He doesnât know when you started becoming this bold and open about how you feel about him but he isnât sure if he can take it. Donât get him wrong he loves it but heâs not sure his poor heart can take the heart attacks youâve been giving him.
âAngel, youâre trying to kill me arenât you? My poor heart is gonna give out with how much youâre making it raceâŚâ
Now a days you call him that name at random just to see him freeze and blush. He canât help it, something about you claiming him like that just sends him reeling. And of course every time he does you take that chance to tease him, asking if he needs to go to the bathroom.
SUMMARY: Micah breaks his promise on not doing background checks on you anymore and finds some interesting things.
WORD COUNT: 2.7k
SONG: Come Through and Chill - Miguel
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You had given Micah Yujin one simple rule to follow when you were away and unreachable. After the first time he did a background check on you, you simply asked him to respect your privacy and not do it again. You werenât standoffish about it, you simply told him that you would reveal parts of yourself to him as your relationship grew, and there were some things you either wanted to keep to yourself or never want him to see.
And of course, Micah crossed-his-heart-and-hoped-to-die, will stick-a-needle-in-his-eye if he ever went back on that promise he gave to you.
Except out of frame, and behind his back, his fingers were fucking crossed.
Hell, he even crossed his toes for good measure.
He kind of felt bad. The two of you were getting along well, maybe a bit too well to simply be e-friends. Flat screens and a couple hundred miles were the one thing separating you two, but when you would disappear for days on end to live your actual life instead of entertaining your cyber one, he felt like you were worlds apart. He started to get lonely, missing your sarcasm and quick wits, and he used that as an excuse to do what he was about to do.
He told himself that it was simply because he missed you, and just wanted to get closer to you. Maybe say the right things in conversation by default, so that you would be impressed and maybe fall for him a bit more. Everyday that he spent time with you he found himself being more and more infatuated with your being. He didnât want his feelings to be one sided.
He wanted to make sure that behind the screen that you were real, just like how his feelings were.
So, after hacking into your computer in the dead of the night, he came across some interesting things in your PCâs history that sidetracked him for good.
He was able to narrow down your favorite type of porn by your searches, and he couldnât help but chuckle as he clicked through the categories and genres. A deep fuchsia blush appeared on his bronze skin as he looked at the not-so-tame list.
âWhat a degenerate.â He slyly said. He couldnât help but think about how you two had some kinks in common. You came off as vanilla, which he wouldnât mind working with when the time came. But the idea that some of the most outlandish kinks got you off in your spare time caused his cock to twitch.
After that, he stumbled upon more media that made his skin burn to the touch; the racy fics you read, multiple adult purchases, and the audios you listened too. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, imagining the faces you would make, and if you were making them right now since you werenât online. He swore under his breath, clicking another tab.
And what do you know, he stumbled across your OnlyFans.
The thumbnail of the first video was of you laying on your back, your fingers deep into your creaming cunt.
His hands flew to exit the window with a swift click.
His heart pounded rapidly in his chest, threatening to burst out. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, hiding his blush as if he were caught in the act. His mind raced with a million thoughts at once, leading to nowhere. He tried to think with his brain.
The wrong one, at that.
His cock swelled immensely as he opened it again, and began scrolling through your profile, the thumbnails doing more harm than good on his psyche. You looked edible in each and every one, and he found his mouth watering at how plush your body looked. He knew if you saw him right now, you would probably be livid and never speak with him again. Youâd probably insult him, but he would eat it up. He loved when you degraded him for his behavior, or praised him for his attentiveness to you.
All in all, his curiosity and need to see you had overpowered him. Now he wanted to hear you, feel you, even pleasure you if youâd let him, because he was now about to take the liberty of pleasuring himself.
His mouse ghosted over a video before he clicked it, your voice coming through his speakers at full volume.
â-Came in today, so I canât wait to use it.â Your sickeningly sweet voice felt like Micah was basking in sunlight. He smiles, remembering seeing this specific toy in one of your recent purchases. There you were, on your soft bed as if waiting on his command. Your breast seemed plump, nipples hard to the touch as you passed the toy between your soft hands.
You looked at what he presumed to be the camera, but to Micah, you were looking directly at him as your lips encased the dildo, kissing the tip slightly. Micah shuddered, his hands immediately going to grab himself from his sweats. His tip was angry, the slit leaking a bit of pre-cum as he ran his thumb across it. He watched as your naked body switched positions, moving to all fours as you stuck your as in the air, back arched as you continued to suck the tip of the toy.
Micah sighed, his chair creaking as he leaned back a bit further, his hand moving up and down his swollen length. He hissed, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of your mouth salivating around a toy, visualizing that you were around him instead.
âOh, fuck.â His hips immediately jerked off the chair, the image of putting his cock deep down your tight throat causing his stomach to clench immediately. He looks back at the video, watching your head bob back and forth as you speed up. His hand matches unconsciously, withheld moans and whimpers escaping his mouth as his head lolls back.
âGod, Angel...just like that- ugh!â He pants as he watches you hollow your cheeks, going all the way to the base of the toy. It disappears slowly, and you hold yourself there before gagging and resuming your previous speed. Micahâs chest rises in short bursts, his bottom lip between his sharp teeth as he jerks off relentlessly, the liquid leaking around his cock acting as a sticky lubricant. Even with as vocal as he was in his spare time, the sounds Micah made surprised him, the adrenaline rush edging him.
âAgain, Angel.â He whimpered, pumping vigorously as his cock twitched his hand. âDo it for me, please.â
As if directly listening to his order, you slowly downed the entire toy, the sound of you gagging like music to Micahâs ears. He stifled a groan, before exhaling deeply and shooting a thick pool of cum into his hand. He sat hunched over, panting, watching the liquid leak through his fingers and onto the floor.
âWe havenât even got to the good part yet.â He grumbles at how fast he orgasmed, taking a few tissues from his desk and cleaning his hand off. As he cleaned, he couldn't help but think what a waste it was. He would have made you swallow.
He looked at the video and saw that you had sat up completely on your bed, playing with your own essence that leaked from your cunt. It awed Micah that something as simple as a blowjob turned you on so much, and he felt his cock stiffen again, aching against his lower abdomen.
You lay against the wall behind you, propping yourself up slightly as you drag the toy across your glistening cunt, whimpering slightly at the action. You toyed with your entrance, pushing the tip of the dildo slightly inside of your pussy, releasing a heavy sigh. Micah grunts, his hand flying to his throbbing length, itching to relieve himself once more.
You slowly pushed the toy in, your face screwing shut and your pedicured toes curling slightly as the pleasure blinded you. You bottomed yourself out, holding the toy there as you forced your legs to open more, giving Micah a full view. His eyes almost popped out of his skull, watching your cunt flutter around the thick piece of plastic. He watches you start to pump the toy in and out of yourself, and he begins to match your speed, his hands gripping himself in pleasure.
Soft moans escape your swollen lips, and Micah canât help but imagine those moans being for his ears only. Groans resonated in his chest as he kept pumping, but his hand wasnât enough. Even as he lifted his hips off the chair to thrust up into his own hand, he struggled to picture it right. Your body had to be softer than his calloused hand, he just knew it. Softer than any blanket, yet firm like the pillow he slept on at night.
A pillow, huh?
He looked over to his bed, seeing the plush pillows and stuffed animals that adorned it. Despite his kinks, he didnât own any toys, so he would just have to make due.
He quickly stood up, almost tripping over his bottoms that were leveled at his knees, and quickly discards them. He moves his chair out the way so that he can still get a good view of you on his oversized monitor. He grabs his large pillow, throws it down, and then straddles it. His face teemed with embarrassment, his skin flushing at his actions. This was beyond absurd, but he needed more, so this will have to be enough until he can get his hands on you.
He watches as one of your hands moves to play with your nipples, massaging them as you continue to grind into the toy. Taking a hard swallow, he begins matching the movements of your hand, moaning in pure ecstasy as the softness of the pillow hugs and encases the bottom of his shaft.
His mind thinks back to your porn searches, how some of the more tame ones were pillow humping. He pants, blush dusting his features once more.
âYou made me do this, Angel.â He whimpered. He wondered if you would enjoy seeing him like this, riding his pillow at the thought of you. The feeling of shame turned him on even more as he rolled his hips, imaging the dips in the pillow were actually you.
âOh, fuck-â you moaned out, increasing the speed at which you fucked yourself. Your eyes rolled back as lewd sounds escaped your throat, as your cunt began to cream around the toy. âFuck me, ple-aseâŚM-mph!â
Micah rocked harder into his pillow, allowing his voice to sound out. The sweater he kept on hung lazily around his shirt, as he fisted the ends of his sleeves.
âAngel, I could be so much better than that toyâŚunless youâd want me to beâŚâ Micah jerks into his pillow, his cock twitching as he thinks of you listening to him. âIâd love you so hard, Angel. Mmph-!â He bites down so hard on his lip that he tastes a tinge of metal, the cut of his canines causing his lip to swell. His hips rolled, stuttering every now and then as he attempted to hinder his rushing orgasm.
âI-Iâm gonna-!â Your voice continued to invade his mind, Micah no longer focused on looking at you but the sounds of your pleasure; his headboard knocking into the wall with solid thuds as he rutts into his pillow. He couldnât help but envision the sounds of his skin against yours, pushing you deep into his satin sheets. Your moans muffled as he pushes your head down, taking you from behind. He swears he can feel you clench around his cock instead of the constant rubbing of fabric.
âCum with me AngelâŚfuck me-â
Micahâs hips still as he shoots ropes of hot semen onto his pillow, letting out a throaty moan each time he spurts. He convulses, his hips staggering as he pumps himself a few more times to chase his high. Whimpering pathetically as his mind clears, he turns to look at you, giggling and smirking at the camera. You looked so gorgeous, body glistening as you pulled the toy out of you, your pussy contracting around nothing.
âDid you enjoy the show, Micah?â
Micah practically fell off his bed, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach as he blinked at you.
âAre you talking to moi?â He points to himself, tilting his head to the side, playing stupid. But you couldnât help but think he looked stupidly cute.
âOf course Iâm talking to you, yaâ fucking dweeb!â You yell, doubling over in laughter as he blushes profusely. Quicker than humanly possible, he jumps off his bed, discarding his stained pillow on the floor. He then begins tripping over his sweats, trying to pull them back on, but to no avail since he was panicking so much.
âOh nah, itâs too late now.â You laughed with tears in your eyes, crossing your legs. âIâve already seen it all.â
âHow the fuck did you do that!?â Micah hissed, rolling his chair back to his desk. Embarrassed wasnât even the proper word to describe how he felt. But heâd be lying if he said he wasnât slightly turned on. You were watching him as you got off, and you seemed to enjoy it.
âI saw you hacking into my stuff like the little shit that you are, and changed the link to a face call you fucking degenerate.â You said, walking out of frame. You switch the camera to the one at your main PC, and put on an oversized sweater as you sit in your chair. âWeâre both hackers, yaâ dumb fuck, what makes you think your little search would go unnoticed? Not to mention if you look at the dates, these are from over a year ago before I closed my account and locked all my content. I found it weird that some of the views were going up by one.â You chuckled, relishing in this moment. Micah was the one to always rile you up and say things that got under your skin. It was nice for the roles to be reversed for once.
âSo what, you just gave me a free show.â Micah shrugs as he tries to play it off, but his heart is doing triplets.
âOnly for the price of a recording of âMicah riding his pillow like a slutâ.â You leer, and Micah pauses.
âYou. Didnât.â He whispers, and you nod your head in response.
âOh, I definitely did. Hacked into your cameras and got myself a free home movie, starring Micah Yujin in Ultra HD.â
Micah smirks, a bit terrified, impressed, but mainly turned on. âDamn, caught me in 4k.â He leans back into his chair in utter defeat.
âWell I almost got caught, myself.â You admit. âIt was so hard not saying your name during all that, I almost gave myself away.â
Micah smirks, leaning into the camera. You swear you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face as he enlarges on your monitor.
âWere you thinking of me, Angel?â He smirks knowingly. You chuckle, your hand hovering over the exit button.
âGoodnight, Micah.â You say, your skin steaming. You still canât believe youâve actively done that. You try to withhold your panic until you are by yourself.
âW-wait, wait!â Micah panics, grabbing your attention once more.
âYeah, Mike?â
âI meant what I said.â He says softly. âAbout loving you.â
âDo you mean actually loving me, or fuc-â
âNo.â He interrupts you abruptly, and it takes you by surprise. âIâd take such good care of you, Angel. Iâd love you to the ends of the Earth if you allow me to.â He hums in admiration. âThe sex would just be a plus.â
You giggle a bit. Micah was such a smooth talker, but a smooth talker who you couldnât help falling in love with. Even if your relationship didnât seem the most convenient.
âWords told behind a screen mean nothing to me.â You say softly, mouse hovering the âxâ button one final time. Micahâs face falls slightly. âBut!â You interrupt his miniature pity party, his face regaining hope again. âYou have my address.â
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synopsis. the movie date you go on with Micah ends up being a bit more than PG-13.
âââ â notes. i'm always willing to help a fandom in need,, also just finished the game like yesterday and the way i instantly logged in a scrolled for fanfic i need to be TAMED .
âââ â length. 2.2k words (22 mins) .
âââ â genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, idiots in love, takes place after good ending, praise kink, Exhibitionism, handjob, oral sex(male receiving), height difference, size kink, cheesy fluff, movie date, consent is sexy, Micahâs is a head pusher, comment if i miss something | â feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog đ¤
Perhaps it was strange to let the man you had just met online persuade you to go on a movie date with him.
A swarm of not only butterflies but possibilities clouding your thoughtsâmostly concerns given the fact that this all could be a trap to lure you away from your home just to kidnap you, or worse, maybe he was just a massive fuckboy toying with your emotions all this time.
However, there you were, nervously shifting your weight as you waited for Micah to arrive as you stood close to the entrance.
It had been a while since you had experienced such anxiety, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at just the mere thought of some boy like you were back in middle school.
Maybe the reason you had felt like this was that Micah had put you under some strange spell, and you wanted to curse him and his stupid golden eyes, and his stupid lips, and his stupid face.
Oh brother, you had it bad.Â
He wasn't hard to miss due to his tall, goofy build, which gave the impression that he was some sort of model strutting down the runway. Once he caught your attention, how dare he look so good a shiver ran down your spine making you straighten up once his sight was on you.
âWell donât you look beautiful Angel,â his screen lit bright catching sight of his lock screen.Â
You had caught just a glimpse of it the day he had first visited you: a very adorable picture of Skrunkly all dressed up in a dinosaur onesie. Just as you caught a glimpse before it had been tucked away in his jean pocket.
âI should be telling you that.â His attire was usual, nothing out of the ordinary from what you had seen him in the comfort of his own home.Â
Ripped jeans and a neon sweatshirt that was pulled just above the bend of his elbow gripping the muscle against his golden brown forearm, you had to stop yourself from drooling over him let alone reaching out to touch him like a kid in a candy store.
Though Micah on the other hand could read your mind, as much as that would have been really cool.Â
Instead despite your efforts of self-control he is the first to wrap his arms around your torso lifting you just to the tips of your toes against his hard chest into a bear hug enticing you with a laugh to break the tension.Â
âOh my gosh hi,â you giggle with your cheek pressed against his shirt, âdid you miss me or something?â Micah lets out a shy noise, something close enough to a whimper to have you figuratively clutching your pearls.Â
Nothing could ever brace you for hearing all the little noises Micah would make in real life. âHm maybe?â he drags out, the hum of his voice comforting you as he lets you go.Â
You make the mistake of glancing up at him, the eye contact makes you both melt as his smile curls into a bashful expression, his hand reaching out to hold yours.Â
You weren't naive nor blind you saw that Micah had practically towered over you but there was just something about seeing his slender fingers completely engulf yours that made your nerves tingle from the contact.Â
You also saw Micah would stare at you as if you were the most precious thing he had ever laid his eyes on like you were the most beautiful good in the world to him.
Which was ironic, given that you also thought the same about him as well. âDo you wanna go in now?â you manage out, still standing in his touch despite offering neither of you moves, both almost afraid to pull away first.
âThat sounds like a good idea,â he says almost breathlessly.
Being the first to pull away you offer him a small smile, your fingers still laced together as you step away the small squeeze of his hands in yours giving comfort as he follows behind you almost like a lost puppy.Â
Even despite his large build and tall height, Micah was really just an anxious nerd who liked to cover up his anxiety with bold confidence and sarcasm.Â
Micah finds ease in watching you guide him through the theater taking lead as if he hadn't looked like some scary guard dog lingering behind you.
The movie you chose was something based on your favorite novel, a romance no-brainer months ago.
When you had first seen the trailer, you never would have thought youâd be seeing it while having the same shy relationship as the main characters instead of torrenting off of some rip-off movie site with a hentai ad in the corner.Â
Micah, being the gentleman, was offered to buy snacks, convincing you that since you were the one to buy the tickets it would only be fair for you to let him spoil you with snacks.
You were weary of it even with the knowledge of him having a hefty amount of money tucked away in his many accounts.
It only took him a flash of that adorable toothy smile to have you pipe down and walk to the cinema room with his arms occupied with the list of snacks that he had convinced you to try.Â
The theater seats were mostly empty with only a handful of people occupying the seats making it possible for you and Micah to slip to the back right before the lights could dim.
Exciting not just from the movie but sitting so close to Micah as the screen flits to life makes it hard for you to settle comfortably in your seat practically trembling as you sucked down your blue slushie.Â
And as the movie continues, you realize why there weren't many people occupying the seats.
You wanted to give it a chance, hoping that maybe the Hollywood famous actors would be able to save the rest of the film as it continues.
But you're still bored. Not even the pile of snacks could help you from your mood souring as from the time you had turned your head Micah had managed to completely inhale almost everything within your taste.
The man doesn't at all seem too fazed by the horrible hating let alone the choppy plot in fact he just looked happy to be there. Â
His big glistening eyes and fisting a handful of popcorn in his mouth yet he had still managed to look so perfect under the movie's light.Â
You had felt so embarrassed finding his dazed and confused look so attractive he was practically good enough to eat.
So you do the closest thing to that, shoulder bumping into him as you lean over the armrest and place a peck just against his cheek.
The gesture catches him severely off guard flinching at the feeling of your lips against his skin.Â
Before he could open his mouth and protest you lean in for another, this time with him facing you so your lips could meet, and the first thing you notice was how he tasted like chocolate and the flavor from your slushie that you shared.Â
You wanted to taste more, pressing your tongue into his mouth a small sigh of contentment rolling from his throat as he parts his lips for his tongue to meet yours.Â
It feels different not from his split tongue but his piercing ball that was cold from the ice from your drink.Â
When pulling away the first thing you see is Micah's frowned expression almost as if he were in concern about why you had just decided to suddenly pounce on him. âUh, thank you?â The cute reaction keeps you from leaning in again, having to cover your mouth from laughing out loud.Â
âOh shut the hell up.'' He doesn't bother retaliating instead taking the lead with the palm of his head reaching to rest gently around your throat, the pressure of his palm not enough to choke you but instead better to angle you just right for his kiss.Â
You're convinced that he could hear your heart thumping against your chest, wanting to break from your rib cage just to present itself to him.
The thumping only gets louder as his fingers hover lower towards your thighs, and the kiss only gets more intense feeling your other heartbeat as Micahâs hand grasps at the flesh as if he needed to hold onto something so tightly to keep himself from bursting at the seams.Â
âI kinda wanna leave,â you whisper into his ear after breaking away again, Micah makes a small noise of the struggle.
His head ducked away from your voice as a reaction to the sexual implication of your offer.Â
You had practically seen the man's tits and yet here he was squirming in his seat not being able to look you in the eyes. âDon't you wanna finish the movie first?â His tone is whiny, dragging at the question in a way that hinted that he too felt the alluring feeling boiling in his chest and that only added more fuel to the flame inside of you.Â
âI kinda wanna suck your dick though,â you say bluntly, almost panting at the way Micahâs eyes widened.Â
His canines poked from his mouth as he bit back his lip even in the dim light had you seen the way his cheeks turned a dark shade of purple. âUnless you want me to do it here?â
Micah hesitates, his lips parting to answer but closing the moment his eyes flickering to yours just to look back at the screen.Â
Instead of nodding his head, spreading his legs apart even with his eyes glued to the screen.Â
You waited to watch him for another sign of confirmation, your hopes being answered as his hand engulfs your wrist. The feeling of his fingers trembling against your skin as he places his hand on top of his erection.Â
There was just something about him being so excited. So needy for you that he had managed to be so hot and bothered as you felt up the outline of him.Â
Squeezing and groping at the hilt of his dick watching the way Micah twitched and fidgeted under your hand.Â
The hitch of his breath as you unzip his jeans and finally break through his layer of clothing. âIt's big,â you muttered dumbly as his length twitched against your grasp.
âOh my fucking god.â Micah leans his head back against the headrest, covering his face with his hands as his body reacts out of his control.Â
Fully had you pulled his dick out exposed, you're a bit nervous only allowing your hand to do what you assumed was natural when in reality all you really wanted to do was yank down your pants and take him until he was buried inside of you nice and snug. âCan I put my mouth on it?âÂ
You swear that you had just witnessed Micah physically reboot, his hands pulled back just enough to peek over at your eyes glancing over with that same nervous look. âPlease.â he whimpers, promptly turning his head away once more.
And who were you to ever reject his pleas, having to angle yourself over the armrest just to hunch over his lap Micah readjusts himself for you to have better access to your mouth.Â
Your tongue glides against his tip tasting not exactly what you had expected cum would taste, feeling his hips jolt a bit as your mouth wraps around him.Â
It takes Micah everything he has to not outright groan from how good your mouth had felt around his dick, the feeling of getting a blowjob with a bunch of strangers in the room only adding to the feeling as he squeezed his eyes closed.
His hips stutter with every tug and pull of your hand, working at the base of his dick the length that you couldn't get to with your mouth.Â
Your head bobbed up and down working for his orgasm: the small noises he couldn't help to hold back only being covered by the volume of the movie speakers loud enough to be a whisper were his small moans.
The feeling is just so unbearable, his hands wandering to the back of your head only with the intention of holding back your hair to get a clear view.
But the moment that his fingers wrap around he couldnât help but press down just a smidge and the noise that you make around his dick makes him want to cum down your throat right then and there.
His senses come too as you pinch his thigh instead of glaring at him even as you crawl to the floor in between his thighs the new look of determination written all over your face.Â
A whole new angle just perfect enough to fully deepthroat him, Micah swearing under his breath as your mouth coaxes an orgasm from him.Â
It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, kneeling in the aisle licking your lips, and meeting his gaze.Â
Giving him a small smile, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, the brush of his thumb against your bottom lip making you open your mouth with frowned brows watching as the male processes that you had swallowed all of him.Â
The way his dazed expression crumbles to something else, your eye catching the attention of something else. âOh, youâre hard again.â
How would the Monster Boyfriends/Husbands handle a darling that wants a custom dildo of their penis? Straight up a 1:1 exact copy?
Then if the darling is a woman she can have two penises up both her holes
Werewolf!boyfriend would be super into it. What do you mean you can take TWO of him? He would be drooling all over you, ready to stretch you with his tongue until you can take both knots at the same time. The idea of claiming both of your holes at once, making you feel completely stretched by him? Yes.
Vampire!boyfriend would be against it. If you want dick, you ask him for it. You don't play with a replica of him. He would be almost offended that you suggested it. You can have the real thing, why would you even want a copy? He would probably fuck you into oblivion just to make you forget about any dildo.
Dragon!boyfriend would be confused, not really understanding why you would want a replica of his dick, but he'd do anything you'd ask of him. You want a plastic replica of his dick? He would make it better, he would give you ten of them, one in each material you'd like. Diamond dragon dick? You got it. Ruby dragon dick? Perfect coloring. Marble dragon dick? He would get the best of the best to make it for you... (He really doesn't get why you wanted them, but now you have a whole collection).
Orc!boyfriend would be worried about it. Do you not want to have sex with him anymore? Do you want a custom dildo so you don't have to touch his scarred body? He would be feeling the angst, but he would comply if it would make you happy. It would take him a bit of worry and coaching to tell you the truth. You'd have to make it up to him, showing exactly how you want to fuck him, first with the dildo, and then riding him like your life depends on it.
Minotaur!boyfriend would be confused, not even aware that could be a possibility. But the second the dildo arrives and he sees you holding it, he gets it. He gets it so much he makes you sit in front of him and ride the dildo until your legs give out, just to spread you open and fuck you again and again and again with the real thing this time.
You can see other headcanons in this masterlist and can send some whenever you want (it does take me a lil bit to get to them but I always answer).
Hehehe đ Iâm glad you liked my cockwarming idea, so letâs dive a little deeper hm?
I would cockwarm my lovely monster as long as it lets me, and sometimes it even makes me beg to keep their perfect cock warm!
It can be so mean and condescending sometimes, but itâs all worth it when they finally use me for my warmth, ensuring that my pussy is completely ruined for any human male that comes across me in the colder months!
But I donât complain, and why should I? Itâs just my lovely monster, and soon enough I convince them to move in and be my roommate, which was the best idea I ever made.
Once they moved in, they completely took over my mind and day at home! Constantly praising me, doing all my chores, making me meals.. I couldnât help but feel so pampered :(
Soon all I could do around them was look pretty and relaxed while the praise completely shut my mind off.
âSuch a pretty girlâ âLook at you keeping all that dick inside you~â âMy perfect greedy oneâ âYou look so beautiful when youâre dripping for meâ
âYou canât even help but be my wet mess, hm pretty? Just so happy to be my little cocksleeve⌠not that Iâm complaining.. you keep me so warm and cozy⌠Iâm just so proud of you, and your sweet little pussy~â they tease me as I instantly get wetter, and their mocking chuckles donât help either, how can I help it? It just makes me so⌠full.. and happy.. and needed!
But of course the moment fall hits, their perfect cock slides out of me so they can reconnect it with their body, to my utter displeasure. But hey! At least theyâre my roommate now, so while they are hot and toasty, I can cuddle them while Iâm cold! They still donât let me touch their cock during the holidays, but, they more than make up for it with how they treat me, our home.. and my pussy đ¤Ş
But one afternoon, when I come back home on a cold winterâs night, I see my alien friend has brought over his friend, who is undeniably freezing from the cold.
âWhatâs going on..?â I ask worriedly as my roommate explains that the shivering alien is just like him, but for the opposite months.
I had never seen its kind actually cold before, but it looks so painful, like they truly freeze without proper warmth, and even being outside myself, I knew there was a bitter cold raging outside our home.
So like a good roommate, I eagerly accept to help out its friend, blushing and smiling dumbly as my roommate slowly pulls down my layers of clothing and praises me for being such a great friend to them and helping them out, the genuine gratitude already making me excited as my roommate helps me bend over.
Moaning and whimpering as my roommate takes it upon itself to prepare me for its freezing friend in need, my roommates long, slimy tongue doing wonders for me as I become a perfect wet hole for its friend to use.
I hear them speaking in their native tongue before hearing its friend thanking me desperately in such a shaky voice, and all I could feel is a need to help it.
âItâs- itâs okay, please⌠I donât want either of you to freezeâŚâ I whine and I eagerly open my legs wider, gasping and trembling as they push their cock deep inside me, itâs a bit more slender than my roommates but it makes up for it in its own delicious length and texture, with more ridges than bumps, filling my pussy to the brim in that outer worldly and completely addictive way, my cervix getting pushed further into my body to make room for itâs entire cock to fit snuggly.
Naturally, I go to stand up (since my roommate usually just detaches his cock) until I feel them slowly thrusting in and out of me, leaving my legs instantly shaky as I look at my roommate in confusion, blushing as I see their smug smile.
âTechnically my friend here does need your precious body⌠but theyâre⌠slightly different in their need than I am, my perfect humanâŚâ they explain, leaving me even more confused and aroused as the pleasure grows exponentially as their friend holds my hips and continues the deep, slow pace, their sighs of relief and comfort from the cold melting my heart.
âWhatever they need⌠I can handle it.. promise..!â I babble as I slowly get my thoughts fucked out of my brain, moaning more as my roommate praises me for being so generous.
âI know you can⌠thatâs why youâre gonna be a good girl and take all of their eggs, hm..?â They coo into my ear, leaving my mind spinning as Iâm already squirting at the thought of having an even greater sense of need, a need to be the best human for my aliens.
âMhmmm! I will⌠I wanna⌠Iâll help..!â I moan dumbly as they both praise me, and soon, my mind kinda just shuts off when I feel their ovipositor slowly push into my cervix and slowly pumps around 30 medium sized eggs into my womb directly before covering them in itâs cum, each thought in my head disappearing with each cold egg that pops into my womb to be heated and warmed up.
When I can finally think again, Iâm being cuddled by both of them on the couch, with my roommateâs friend holding me and caressing my swollen belly. âThank you⌠thank you so much⌠your warmth.. itâs lifesaving⌠reallyâ they say with so much gratitude and joy, how could I not be overjoyed to have helped them?
âOf course, anything for a friend in need⌠just.. how long are they gonna stay inside me..?â I say sweetly, shivering in excitement when my roommate gently pulls my chin up so Iâm looking directly at their face.
âRight up till the first day of spring.. donât think youâll get out of our little agreement, pretty human⌠unless you donât want to contin-â they say mockingly, to my dismay as I shake my head yes in disappointment, âOf course I want to!â
âThatâs my perfect girl⌠now you get to be full even longer.. and help out my kind even more.. isnât that perfect for us..?~â my roommate coos, and I canât help but eagerly agree as I get more aroused looking at their friend caress my lumpy belly, full of his soft eggs soon to come before spring time.
After all, I just wanna be a good alien cocksleeve :(
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