this is an 18+ blog!!
Everything on this blog is assumed to be consensual and safe for all parties involved.
Cool things: I'm nonbinary, so you gotta respect that. definitely aro, possibly ace. I'm real subby đ€· and I love to sext (probably bc I dont actually have sex so this is my only outlet lmao), queer folk have a free pass to my dms/inbox.
I've also got an account on fetlife just so i can post pics without getting flagged (maybe one day an onlyfans), dm me for the link since tumglr hates its users
Hard no's: if you're over 28 don't message me (age gaps are a turn off), I block all blogs that don't have an age listed somewhere
kinks: humiliation, bondage, hypnosis, cnc, slapping/spanking, royalty, monsters, honestly just look through my blog lol its all here
limits: de-transitioning, lactation, feet, kidnapping, body dysmorphia, feminization
im pretty loose with the block button so ;)
Go on show them your pussy. Thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, here Iâll help you. Spread your legs, wider. Thatâs it ! Look how turned on they all are, does it get you hot to see them watching you ? Knowing that Iâm the one who decides if they can touch ? I bet you love this, turning them all on by exposing yourself, like a slut. Youâre basically screaming what a whore you are. I say we put your money where your mouth is.
what if you were my captive prince and i was an evil king and i pinned you to my throne and i fucked your tight prince cunt and bred you with an heir to my throne and broke your mind with how good the dick was
I so desperately need a more extraverted and exhibitionistic friend to make me dress up in a slutty little outfit (crop top, dangerously short skirt, etc. etc.) and take me out to clubs and get me all drunk and start showing me off, despite my protests and pleas.
Them lifting my top up and pulling my tits out, as I gasp and try to cover them with my hands, so they take my wrists, bring them behind my back, and ask a stranger to hold them there. They start groping and squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples to get me to yelp and squirm, all while the stranger holding my wrists starts to rub their bulge against my hands.
yet another stranger reaching under my skirt to pull my panties down and shove their fingers into me, laughing and letting everyone know that I'm soaked. Feeling so embarrassed, blushing fiercely and trying to hide my face, until someone grabs my jaw and tilts my head back to make me take another shot...
I can't stop thinking about being fucked by two guys at once I want it so bad. I want a cock in my cunt while another stretches open my ass. I wanna be stuffed so full and have both my needy holes put to use. I want cock deep inside my holes and I want to be filled with so much cum it leaks out and I want them to remind me that cunt boys like me have an extra hole specifically for this
Werewolf boyfriend who convinces you to fuck him the evening of the full moon. You've got plenty of time he says, trust him. He knows the moon, you'll be fine.
He kisses you while his hands run over your body, turning you on, making you want him, need him. He puts you on the floor, chest on the bed, back arched perfectly for him. He slides into your dripping hole with a deep moan and begins to fuck you. He'd always rougher leading up to the full moon and this time is no different. He's almost feral, growling and groaning as he pounds into you, your moans mixing with his as you get closer and closer to cumming for him.
It's darker than you realized, you weren't sure how but suddenly his sounds start changing, his breath gets hotter next to your hear, his body hair is getting coarser and his cock feels longer, thicker inside you. You try to get away but he's got you in the perfect position, his body weight pressing you down, barely able to struggle.
You feel the moment he fully shifts, his cock suddenly almost too big... too thick, too long, the pointed tip ramming at your cervix, begging to be let in. You can feel something thickening at the base of his cock and you start to scream, begging him to stop, but it's too late, the animal has taken over.
He hunches over you, his thrusts short, deep and brutal as he snarls and growls in your ear. You know what's coming, you can't stop it and with one last savage thrust he forces his knot into you, the tip of his cock somehow forcing your cervix open around it. You scream but you also cum hard, clenching tightly around his cock and knot as he howls in triumph. His cock pours stream after stream of hot, thick cum directly into your womb and somehow you know you're fertile, you're being bred and you cum harder at the thought, your mind blanking as you let the pleasure and desire to carry your werewolf's pups take over.
His knot deflates but his cock his still hard, he fucks you again but this time you're fucking back on him, desperate to filled, to be pounded and bred. You fuck the whole night, your belly distending as he fills you with an inhuman amount of his seed. You fall asleep still locked on his cock, fuller and more content than you'd ever been.
When you wake it's with his head between your legs, sucking you off, his fist in place of his knot, his own special way of thanking you for taking him so completely, for giving him what he's always craved.
This won't be the last time you're bred by your wolf but the first will always be your favourite.
I've been thinking about this a lot lately idfk.. long txt post for y'all.
Waking up in the middle of the night. I'm holding my boy against me, my chest against his back, my arms loosely wrapped around him. He's sound asleep and breathing softly, so fucking adorable. I can't really hold myself back.
One of my hands moves to grope him anywhere I can reach, pulling him impossibly closer, while the other teases just under the waistband of his boxers. I can already feel him squirming. He's such a needy boy even in his sleep. My hand slips under his waistband. His thighs push together as my thumb rubs at his inner thigh. His breathing is faster too.
I finally give in, my fingers shifting to feel how wet he is. I plant gentle kisses on his neck as my fingers rub at him in slow circles. I swear I feel myself throbbing as I hear him make a little noise. I start grinding against his ass, I can't hold it when he sounds so sweet. I slip a couple of fingers into him, trying to match the pace of the messy thrusts of my hips.
His moans turn more urgent, I assume he's starting to wake up, but it's not like I care. I just coo at him to stay still. I need this. Besides, it feels good, no? My thumb rubs at his swollen cock while I curl my fingers deep inside his cunt. I bet he wants me to fuck him properly. I remove my hands from him, shuddering as I hear him whine at the loss. I move to rummage through the night drawer, getting myself ready hastily.
I move him onto his back, a little rougher than necessary. I pull his boxers down and out of the way before firmly spreading his thighs apart. At this point I can see him stare up at me, dazed and confused. Poor puppy. Oh well. I practically slam into him, starting out with already urgent thrusts. He tries to grab at me, so I grip his wrists. I move his hands to literally choke himself, my hands staying firmly on top of his. His moans slowly get quieter as his eyes get unfocused, yet his cunt clenches around me like he's starving for it.
Slamming into him as deep and hard as I can over and over again, not really caring if it hurts.
"I bet he stretched you out real good, huh? Is that why you're taking it so well? Do I gotta fuckin' break you? Come on tell me how you did it. Did you ride him like a greedy little pup or did he pin you down and make you take it?"
He looks pretty out of it, opening his mouth to answer but every thrust makes him let out a punched out whimper instead. It doesn't help that my hand has made its way to his throat, squeezing lightly.
"God fuck. Your cunt is squeezing me- ha- so good. You're one cock hungry fucking mutt. Can you even control it or will you be a good little bitch to anyone with a pulse? Answer."
I don't even realise he's crying with how worked up I am. He seems to have given up on speaking, just whining like the good cocksleeve he is.
context: he interacted with another dude and I wasn't there probably
Apologetic CNC but flipping the script. Instead of âIâm sorry, I need this so badâ itâs âI canât help it, I know how bad you need it.â âYouâre gonna feel so much better after, just hold still.â âPlease cry and get it out. Iâm trying to help.âÂ
18+ content ahead. angel character x human reader. intentional upper and lower case. lots of references to catholicism. amab, masc reader & character. fem-aligned & minors dni.
thinking about being on your knees alone in a grand cathedral. your eyes are closed, your hands are clasped in prayer, and youâre begging whoeverâs out there to intercede for you, to purify your rotten soul. your legs are weak from how long youâve held this position.
an unfamiliar, warm caress awakens you from your trance, but you have to strain to open your eyes. the incandescent light in front of you is almost unbearable. your corneas sting, and you can feel the beginnings of tears in your eyes.
Cry not, little one. Be not afraid.
the words echo in your head, but have no apparent source. as your sight adjusts, you can make out a shape that is just barely human. it stands between yourself and the altar you were praying to a moment ago. you could have sworn someone touched you, but the creature was much too far from you to do that. it becomes increasingly clear to you what, or who, this creature might be, and the words escape your lips before you can think any further.
âgod, is that you?â
the effulgent figure laughs, or at least you think it was him. the sound seems to be coming from your own head, rather than an outside source. his voice is deep and velvety, but it had a musical quality to it.
No, lamb, for I am one of His servants.
you ponder for a moment, only to come to a stronger conclusion. your voice comes out a bit more confident this time.
âa servant of the lord? are you an angel?â
a sudden sensation of warmth fills you, much like happiness or pride. however, you sense that this emotion is not your own, and that it is merely being transferred to you.
That is correct.
his words send a shiver down your spine. tears still threaten to spill from your eyes, but no longer because of his light. rather, you am tempted to cry because due to the sheer awe that has overcome you. your heart races with divine fear of the being in front of you. electricity races through your blood and down, between your legs. you hope he doesnât notice your growing arousal, especially since you just met the angel.
âs-so⊠do you have a message for me?â
Not quite, little one. I have been sent to provide an answer for your prayers.
your attempt to stifle your sinful lust is proving to be increasingly unsuccessful. all you can hope is that this angel does not know the human body well enough, so that he does not recognize your flushed cheeks or pounding heart as symptoms of desire.
âwould the answer⊠is it not a message?â
I do not believe a human would interpret it in such a way.
suddenly, an invisible force guides you up, from your knees, and to a standing position. you feel as though you have no choice but to obey, and so you do. that same force compels you forward, the angel following close behind you. you didnât need to ask to know what this mysterious force was.
now that you stand next to him, you are forced to confront just how much larger he is than you. he has to be at least double your own height. no wonder people are so intimidated by angels. however, he is more like a human than you expected an angel to look.
you stand in between the altar and the tabernacle, your back facing the pews. the angel comes to stand in front of you and lifts you onto the altar.
he cast both yourself and the dim cathedral in a soft glow. you was almost confident that he had toned down his brilliance so that you could bear being so close. his wings spread behind him in a grand display and a halo encircled his head. however, despite all his glory, he did not cast a shadow.
this close, the vague shape of human facial features were visible. although, they were a bit fuzzy, as if not fully realized. there were indents for eyes, the sharp point of a straight nose, and barely discernible lips.
I suppose I should make myself appear more human, if I intend to do what I wish with you.
the fuzzy edges solidified, and he was no longer a being of pure light. he had eyes like storm clouds and hair like silk. he still had his wings, but now they were formed of feathers rather than fire. you were tempted to run your fingers through them, and over his skin, to touch the divine with human flesh. his face broke into a grin and you flushed, remembering he could see your thoughts.
the angelâs robes were done up lazily, and could be pulled apart with a little tug, as if he was trying to tempt you. you could do nothing to hide your growing arousal, especially since he was right in front of you. even then, you made a pathetic attempt at covering yourself up.
he flicked your hands aside with ease, saying, âYou need not hide yourself from me, little lamb. I already know how you feel.â
your face twisted in confusion, distracting from his slight teasing. âwhy are you speaking aloud to me if you can speak directly into my head?â
âHumans seem to be less afraid of me when I communicate in this way and in a human form. However, I do not seem to have that same problem with you. Even your tears came from a place of awe rather than fear.â one of his hands now cradled your face, as his eyes gazed into yours like you were the divine being here. he scoffed slightly as you leaned into his touch without apprehension, scooting infinitesimally towards him. âYou are a curiosity amongst your kind, my dear. That is precisely how you managed to catch my attention. In truth, I have been watching you for some time now.â
you couldnât help but question him again. âhow long?â
âNot too long, but enough to become somewhat attached to you. I know you have being crying out to have your soul to be purified, especially since confession has been ineffective for you, and I have a method of doing so.â
âthat method involves me being⊠here?â you gestured widely to the altar you were currently sitting upon.
âWhy do I not just show you?â
before you could utter another word, his lips pressed against yours. how could you think whilst being held in the embrace of a sacred being, molded by god? how could describe the kiss of an angel?
his soft mouth fit against yours, like you were made for this kind of devotion. his hands, once stationary, now roamed your body, eager to learn every secret by touch alone, as well as to create a new one. the angel spread your legs with ease.
you balked at his experience, gasping and allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. you didnât expect a being such as him to be able to command your body effortlessly.
he tasted like saccharine wine, reminiscent of receiving communion in your childhood. the angelâs tongue slid against your own, drawing whimpers and whines from deep inside your throat.
the angel guided you to lay down on the altar, as he pushed deeper into your mouth. the moment he pulled away, you were gasping for breath. âyouâre⊠really good at that for an angel,â you sputtered.
âI have been around since the beginning of humanity. It is only logical that I would possess at least some knowledge about pleasing a human.â he looked upon you with such adoration that, if you werenât already blushing, you could have blushed from that look alone.
without you noticing, he had already jumped to disrobing you. his fingers rested upon the first buttons of your shirt. âYou do want this, correct?â
âi think you already know the answer to that.â
âStill, I would like to hear it from your lips.â
âyes, i do.â
âGood,â he said, immediately diving back in to kissing you. meanwhile, his hands worked on removing your clothes. with the way you both were positioned, you could not return the favor. you had no choice but to take what the angel gave to you.
you would have shivered without your shirt, were it not for the warmth of his body above you. you let him guide you through each movements of what is both, to you at least, a foreign ritual and a familiar fantasy.
as his hands moved down, so did his mouth. the angel took his time, pressing kisses to each inch of flesh he had available to him. it didnât take him long to find the spot that would make you react the most: the junction between your neck and shoulder. he lightly nipped at the flesh, forcing a moan from deep inside your body. âThat is precisely what I like to hear,â he muttered against your skin.
his fingers worked at unzipping your slacks, tight due to your fervent arousal, and nearly ripped them off you as soon as he could. however, the angel refused to touch you wanted, needed, him most.
you attempted to move in the only way you could, bucking your hips into his hands and whining, âtouch me, pleaseâŠ?â
âNot yet, little one,â he said, using one hand to hold you down whilst the other removed your underwear. âDo you really think you deserve that right now?â
already knowing the answer to his question, you were about to respond ânoâ. but before you could, the angel fully removed your undergarments, and a whine tore through your throat.
you were humiliated with your position, being naked and wanting in front of a divine being. however, your full erection told a different story. like a lamb in the arms of a priest, you thoughtlessly laid forth your weaknesses. you let the angel guide you, with the promise of happiness.
he pulled away from your body, and you whined at the loss of his warmth. âShush, my dear. You look so much better like this.â His eyes roamed your body, alight with passion and admiration. âHumans were always meant to be bare. They were meant to submit. Here you are, fulfilling your divine purpose. Youâre already on the right track.â
âlike⊠this?â you could hardly believe that something so right could cause you to feel so embarrassed.
âDo you not remember how you were in the Garden of Eden? I shall return you to that purity. Worry not, my dear, for you were also humiliated after the Fall.â
âwell⊠what about you?â you said, now able to reach for his clothes.
the angel flicked your hands away once again. âHave patience, lamb. All will come in due time.â
his head, once resting in the crook of your neck now dives down, where you were just begging him to touch a moment ago. he licks teasingly at your tip, refusing to give you the exact pleasure you want.
youâre tempted to buck into his mouth, hands fisting at the cloth of the altar. you sighed at the feeling of finally having some friction against your aching arousal. however, you knew heâd take it away as soon as you tried to reach your own high.
he removed his lips from your erection temporarily, and a grin pulled at his lips. âNotice how it is not that difficult? Youâre learning. Good boy.â
you were about to whine, but he immediately shut you up, taking you deep into his mouth and directly contradicting his earlier actions. his eyes met yours, bearing the color and passion of swirling storm clouds.
similarly, his tongue swirled around your length, switching between flicking your tip and licking long stripes underneath. it was hard to flush at the look he was giving when you couldnât see it, since your head had tossed back in ecstasy.
as you looked to the sky and met eyes with the saints, you wondered how god would see this. you were moaning like a whore on an altar of worship. engaging in such behavior with a sacred creature had to be sinful in some way. for some strange reason, the thought only aroused you more.
however, the angel had initiated the encounter himself, and claimed he was sent for this. had god seen your desires and decided to be merciful? this notion was less comforting than you thought it might be.
surely, this angel get mad at you for perverting what was meant to be a purification ritual. he would see you sin for what it is: something immedicable. the idea of being scolded pushed you nearly to the edge-
âDo you truly believe you deserve to cum when you think things such as that?â your head shot up as he cruelly pulled off of you, taking away the friction your body so desperately craved.
âwhat? i-i donât know what youâre talking aboutâŠâ you stuttered, pathetically eager to reach the high that has been ripped away from you.
âDonât lie to me. You know you canât.â
you were opening your mouth to speak, but your breath caught as the angel finally disrobed. he discarded his garments carelessly behind him, and your eyes feasted on the sight of his body like a glutton. the only sound you could emit was a high whine.
without warning, the angel folded your legs up and shoved two fingers inside you. if he was as frustrated as you suspected, he didnât let it show on his face. instead he was smiling down on you, encouraged evermore by the sounds that cascaded from your mouth.
he quickly broke this eye contact and set his sights on a new target: your chest. the angel leaned over you, further bending you in half. as he licked at one of your nipples, he pushed a third finger inside you.
your back arched and your nails scratched at his back, threatening to rip through his skin. all your senses were filled completely with him. you were still inebriated on the taste of his mouth. the shape of his halo had burned into your eyes. his fingers moved in and out of you with a wet schlik, massaging your sweet spot. he mouthed at your chest greedily, eager to drain you of every last moan he could.
you keened as the angel pushed a fourth finger inside you. he switched to your other areola, but his other hand played with the already sore one. you grasped as his wings as you were about to reach the edge, and the angel let a low groan, almost devilish in its possessiveness. he pulled out and off your chest, denying you your pleasure once again.
you wanted to cry, you wanted to cum, you wanted to be torn apart and put back together again by an angel you didnât even know the name of. your nails dug into the bare flesh of a divine being, you wanted to make him bleed for denying you again.
âCalm down, little one. Youâll get your pleasure when I decide you deserve it.â
you couldnât even form full sentences anymore, only fragments or whine fell from lips. any semblance of defiance died before it left your throat.
âNow, youâre about to get something much better. Hold still.â
he punctuated his sentence by thrusting deep into you, filling you up almost immediately. you let out a low moan when you realized he was still sinking into you. you knew he would be big, but you swore you could feel him in your throat.
he finally stopped, giving you a moment to breathe. the weight of him inside you was almost comforting. the only sounds in this dim place were your mixed breathing.
the angel then pulled out, leaving only his tip inside you, before slamming back in. you made a desperate noise that echoed inside the church, somewhere between a scream and a moan. your hands gripped onto his wings like they were your last lifeline as he began to pound into you.
he acted with a ferocity you didnât know he possessed, and you were unsure if the angel was angry or extremely passionate. either way, he was ensuring you wouldnât forget this experience.
he filled your vision, looking down at you with a grin on his face. you had no choice but to meet his eyes. âYou wish to confess? Recall your sins, and by my power, I shall shrive you.â
oh. oh.
âbless me, Lord, for- ngh~â you attempted to initiate the confession, but couldnât get through a whole sentence without moaning or stuttering. âfor I have sinned- mfghh- i donât remember my last confession-â
âOh, dear. You truly are such an impure creature. Confess, now.â the angel said, without any real pity. he only seemed pleased, and thrusted in and out of you unceasingly.
âi-i have lusted after- mhhh- holy beings-â
one of his hands now rested over your heart. he gazed into your eyes, his own a reflection of the heavens. âOf this sin, with this kiss, I absolve you.â
his lips pressed to yours, gentle and forgiving and he stilled. his wings surrounded you in a soft cocoon. for a moment, the world slowed to a halt. for a moment, all that existed was a human, an angel, and a kiss.
a million things flashed through your mind, but at the forefront was the creation of adam. how could adam resist reaching out? how could he deny himself the pleasure of knowing divine flesh?
his lips broke away from yours, and he shushed your whining. âI have yet to give you your penance, little one. To receive full absolution, cum for me.â
he resumed his thrusts with renewed focus, and you came as soon as he gave the command. âYouâre so tight, lamb,â he groaned in your ear. âYouâve done such a good job.â
he rammed into you, cumming deep inside you. the angel kissed you on your forehead, whispering, âGood night, my little lamb. I suspect I shall see you again soon.â
when you wake a few hours later, you will no longer be in the cathedral. instead, you will be in your bed, and the morning light will be pouring through your window. on your nightstand, you will find two unfamiliar objects: a necklace, the pendant of which is a feather, and a prayer card, bearing the name of an angel youâve never heard of.
The sound of the tyres on the road was the only sound. With the blindfold on, it was deafening, and with how long it had been going on for they must have driven a good long way.
âCan I at least ask where weâre going?â She asked.
âKnowing wonât help.â
She swallowed.
This really had come out of nowhere. She hadnât even really had a chance to put on proper clothes before getting into the car - not even a chance to put on shoes. Heâd just come in, told her to follow him, put the blindfold on, and driven off. Anytime sheâd asked what was happening heâd stonewall, until sheâd basically given up asking. She knew nothing.
That sheâd gone along with it all anyway gave her butterflies.
Eventually the car stops and the engine switches off. Staying in her seat, hands in her lap, she hears him unbuckle and get out, closing his door behind him. A second or later her door opens, he reaches across to unbuckle her, and then takes her hand to wordlessly help her step out herself. All of this she does without complaint. Her heart is racing, but she keeps her mouth shut.
She hears her door shut. She feels grass underfoot.
The blindfold comes off. She blinks. She looks around.
She has no idea where she is.
Theyâre at the end of a country lane. She felt grass because, when heâd helped her out of the car, heâd helped her out onto the verge. Thereâs fields both sides, with the fields on one side just carrying on and on towards the horizon, the fields on the other carrying on until they finished at a tree line and there were deep, dark woods. This was the side theyâd parked closest too. There was no-one else and nothing else around. Just them.
It was very quiet.
âUm,â she said, just-about finding her voice, even if it sounded much smaller than usual. âD-do I get to know what this is about yet?â
âRun.â
The wind rolled by after heâd said this and since all she had on was one of his shirts it made her shiver before she could reply.
âWhat?â
He pointed to the field and the woods beyond.
âRun. You run, you can hide. If I donât catch you or you get back to the car, well, I suppose you win. If I do catch you? Well, youâll win in a different way. Now run.â
She didnât move. This had to be a joke, surely. He couldnât be serious. Eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly open, she waited for the punchline. One of his eyebrows rose, just a little.
âI was going to wait until you got to the trees but I donât have to.â
Not a joke.
Oh God.
She started running. It wasnât easy. The field was dry enough, it hadnât been raining, the weather was mild, but still. She was in a shirt, she had no shoes. More than once she nearly fell over and every time she looked back over her shoulder he was standing there, watching, waiting. The last time she looked was when she reached the trees, and that was when she saw him running, too.
Much faster than she had.
This wasnât fair! He was cheating! He had shoes! Longer legs! It wasnât fair!
Not that it mattered. It wasnât meant to be fair.
It was much harder going through the trees. Barefoot, she had to be very careful where she was stepping. There were more places to hide, but keeping the distance between them was going to be impossible - her lead meant next to nothing, him letting her have a head start had just been so he could watch her run.
She was breathing so loud.
Hide. She could hide. She had to hide. Her brain wasnât really doing a whole lot right then. The situation had overwhelmed her thoughts completely. Rationally, there was probably a lot to think about. Right then? In that moment? Gut instinct. Animal instinct. Being chased. Run, and since she couldnât run, hide. Hide.
Another frantic glance back and she couldnât see him, and then she spotted what looked like a good place. Fallen tree and plants. Itâd work. She picked her way over, leaves clinging to her feet, and got down to make herself as scarce as possible.
This was fine. Didnât matter it wasnât fair. She could do this. This was a good spot, she could hide here a bit, could get her breath back. Then sheâd wait for a while, make sure the coast was clear, and then she could get back to the car. It was fine. She could do this, and then itâd be done, and then-
âFound you.â
She yelped and fell over, scampering back on elbows and feet just as a reflex. It didnât get her very far. Reaching down, he took her by the wrists and in one move hauled her back to her feet. It happened so quickly. Sometimes she forgot how strong he was.
âGood hiding spot,â he said, turning her around in place. âJust not good enough.â
The shock of the chase and the hiding and the being found left her trembling, utterly unable to move. Even if she could muster the wits to think of what she should do, she knew she wouldnât have a chance anyway. He had her. He had her hands behind her.
He had rope.
âYou donât need to do this,â she said, swallowing, the rope going around her wrists.
âNo, but I want to.â
She had no idea he knew knots.
âCome along,â he said giving a tug on the length that wasnât now keeping her hands bound together. What else could she do? She followed him, slowly and carefully with her bare feet, as he led her further into the trees, and further away from any possibility of getting away. The shock of all of this was still there. It was leaving her feeling numb. Dumb. Helpless. Weak. Utterly frozen and just going along with whatever happened, yet aware. Like she was trapped in her own body, almost. Watching herself just follow.
He led her to a tree, not even an especially big one. Once he got her there, he started to wind the loose rope around it, and in barely anytime at all had tied her to it. Her hands held the trunk, and her arms were going nowhere. Sheâd let all of that happen, too, all in stunned and stupified silence. Her mouth was hanging open just a little. He closed it with a finger on her chin.
âThat secure?â He asked. She stared with wide eyes but did nothing else until he tipped his head a little towards the ropes. Getting the point, she tried to pull herself free. It didnât budge an inch. He smiled. âThatâs secure.â
With that he moved behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. She heard him sigh.
âMine,â he said, more to himself than to her, hands running contentedly up and down her sides before settling back on her hips again. âSometimes itâs easy to forget that, ultimately, itâs only my choices that matter. Hmm? Nod.â
She nodded.
âGood girl.â
His hands began to roam. One stayed in place to keep her still and to keep her pressed against him and the bulge she could feel pressing into her from behind, the other went off to enjoy what was his. She trembled, and she groaned when he groped her through the shirt. The casually possessive way he did it. She was just for him. Something of his. And he was enjoying that.
âI could have you helpless at home, of course,â he said, as though he wasnât playing with her tits with her tied to a tree in the woods. âLike that time I left you gagged and tied with the wand for a little bit when I went to go see a friend. I could have done that. But thereâs just something about the chase. I was thinking about it. I wanted to see it. And I wanted you to feel it. And then I wanted you here, like this.â
Heâd started lifting the shirt up, and as it rose up to her waist he paused, and actually looked down.
âThis whole time you werenât wearing anything under this?â
âY-you⊠you didnât say⊠say I⊠couldâŠâ
Underwear was one of those decisions that were obviously and explicitly his, rather than just implicitly his. Since he hadnât said what she should wear and since she hadnât originally planned on leaving the house sheâd just taken it to mean she shouldnât wear any at all. Even when he didnât choose, he was still choosing for her.
His hand went between her legs, and her legs parted. A reflex. So well trained.
âIâd sort of hoped to take them off and just shove them in your mouth to help keep you quiet but, well, it isnât like thereâs anyone to bother out here anyway. This works too.â
Without warning he pulled her backwards. She yelped and was left bent forward, arms ahead, legs apart. The only thing that was keeping her from falling face-first was the rope keeping her attached to the tree. She was going to say something about it but he saw this coming and the smack on her bare rear cut her off before sheâd so much as taken a breath.
She heard a belt being unbuckled. She felt his cock nestle up between her thighs, against her slit.
Some tiny, tiny part of her - maybe the part still thrumming with the adrenaline of it all - chose this moment to try and make a stand, to make a point. She moved to at least stand up but, his hands still holding her, he stopped her. Easily.
âAh, no. Come on,â he said, chiding, and when she made to try and say something again, he again gave her another smack on the rear. This one stung more. She kept her mouth shut, at least until his running the head of his cock up and down the length of her made it open again. âItâs cute you tried, but come on. All Iâd need to do is ask. Iâd have you like this against the tree without the rope, if I wanted. But I wanted this. So shh.â
It was true, even if that tiny, tiny part of her wanted to try and argue it wasnât.
And that tiny part of her disappeared the instant he started sliding his cock into her.
âThere you goâŠâ he sighed, hilting and just taking a moment to enjoy it as she clenched and panted and pushed back into him thoughtlessly. Her doing this, her obvious need, was what really got him started. Fingers digging into her hips, he fucked her.
It carried the same energy as the chase. Urgency. Vulnerability. It was raw. He could (and did) fuck her anytime he wanted, just about anywhere he felt like. But heâd wanted to catch her first. Heâd wanted to hear the noise sheâd make when he found her hiding spot. See the look on her face when she saw heâd brought rope.Â
And sheâd wanted those things too, now, she knew.
Hanging from the tree and held by him she just relaxed. This was out of her control. This was just happening to her, and she loved it. There was nothing she could do and nothing she could even think about anyway, other than his cock and how perfectly it filled her every time he pushed against her. Made for him, made for this. Everything else dropped away.
Until he said:
âIâm not going to pull out. Thatâs not a problem is it though, because youâve been remembering to take⊠oh⊠you havenât have you?â
How he asked made it very, very obvious that he knew the answer. She did, too. Her eyes widened briefly before the feeling of his cock pounding into her knocked the spike of panic sheâd felt right out of her head. Still, something stayed, and she tried to answer:
âN-n-n-â
He didnât let her finish.
âBut you still donât have any problems with me cumming inside you. Right?â
She kept trying to talk but he put his thumb in her mouth and she started sucking without thinking, and anything like words she might have had in mind all melted away. She moaned and sucked and when, a few seconds later, he let out a quiet grunt and pushed as hard into her as he could go, she moaned even louder.
They stayed locked, not really moving beyond a little tremble running through both of them.
Not pulling out, he bent forward over her and gave her a kiss on the neck before saying quietly:
Tapping on the window. Home alone, the bunnygirl peeks over the sill. Vigilant and curious, she doesnât see anything from her low vantage point. Her squinted eyes slowly rise over the ledge as she searches for the source of the tapping. Just below the window, she spots it. Black-tipped ears, pointing straight up. Fluffy white inside, a beautiful orange outside. The pretty ears sit on a head of long ginger hair. Piercing blue eyes meet the bunnyâs shocked expression.
âeep!â The bunny ducks down. A foxgirl. She always had a hard time meeting new people. And sheâs so pretty, too⊠More tapping on the window. âHello? I saw you, you know. We made eye contact.â The bunnygirl trembles, slowly rising back up. âI was wondering if youâd like to be friends with me.â The foxgirl swishes her long furry tail back and forth seductively. âHmm, ah â I dunnoâŠâ
ââŠdo you like shorksâŠ?â She squeaks at the fox. ââŠsharks? Uh, yeah â I love sharks.â Comes the reply. The bunny squats down again, heart pounding. She whispers to her giant stuffed shark. âShe likes shorks⊠are we the same personâŠ?â Making her decision, she pops up over the ledge. âokay, yes, we can be friends.â The fox holds her tail, wagging the tip at her.
âWill you let me in?â Says the sly fox. The bunny starts to panic again. âowner said Iâm not allowed to let strangers inâŠâ A faint blush as she plays with one of her floppy ears. The fox flashes a charming smile. âThatâs okay â Iâm not a stranger. Weâre friends, right?â It takes a moment for the petgirl to process her infallible logic. âuhm, right. ookie⊠come inâŠâ
Confidently strutting around the home, the foxgirl settles in. The bunny nervously follows her, trying to keep up. Having explored every nook and cranny, the fox finally flops down in the massive pink pillow in the corner of the bedroom. âNice place you have here.â She adjusts her skirt. âthanks. itâs my ownerâs.â The bunnygirl squeezes her shark stuffie. The foxgirl points to an empty cage. âDo you ever go in there?â
ânu-uh⊠bun doesnât like itâŠâ She can see up her skirt. Foxy so pretty. The bunny blushes. ââŠand Iâm a good bun so I donât get punishedâŠâ A half-hearted lie. The bunnyâs eyes stare at the foxâs bare tummy, her nipples poking through her shirt, the smooth skin on her neck. Suddenly, she feels a pang of fear. ââŠwhy donât you have a collar?â
âI donât have an owner.â The fox stretches out elegantly. The bunny is aghast. ââŠoh, Iâm so sorry⊠is heâŠâ She lowers her voice. ââŠdeadâŠ?â A barking laugh from the fox. âNo, honey. I just donât have one.â The bunnygirl is full of solutions. âwhen my owner gets home I can show you what he likes and then maybe he can be your owner and then we can play all the time!â She gasps for air after her run-on sentence.
âEh, Iâll think about it.â Starting to get bored, the foxgirl looks for trouble. âYou like to play? Want to play a game with me?â A blushy nod from the bunny. âHow about we play spin the bottle?â The fox slowy stands, stepping closer to the girl. âuhm⊠how u play thatâŠ?â
The foxgirl, the bunnygirl, and the shark stuffie sit in a triangle on the carpet. The empty soy sauce bottle spins in the middle of them, stopping when it points at the shark. âyay! shork kissies!â Bouncing onto the stuffie, the bunny showers it in a flurry of smooches. âbun likes this game!â She giggles as the foxgirl spins the bottle. It points at the shark. She gives it a peck.
The bunny spins, landing on the fox. She gives her new friend a sweet kiss on the cheek. The fox spins, landing on the bunny. She leans in close, kissing her deeply on the lips. Another kiss, a bit of tongue. The bunny bashfully pushes her away. âhaha, ookie⊠shorkie is going to get jealousâŠâ The bottle spins over and over again.
It doesnât take long for the fox to learn how to spin it just right. It points at the bunny again. Little strands of spit hang between their lips as the fox gropes her. âahâŠ! is this part of the gameâŠ?â The bunny wiggles as the sneaky hands touch her soft body. âMmhm, sure, why not?â Her hands stroke the bunnygirlâs panties. âGot a little wet down here, honeybunny?â Going into heat from the slight rubbing, she can barely respond.
âYou got horny from a little bit of kissing? Naughty bunny. We should take care of that before your owner gets home.â Tricky fingers slip inside her wet panties, teasing the bunnyâs clit. âDo you have a dildo or something, bunny?â A whimpering reply. ânu-uh⊠theyâre locked up⊠bunâs not allowedâŠâ A confident laugh from the fox. âI thought you never got punished?â The bunny stamps her feet.
She pulls her hand away from the needy pet. The bunny protests by humping the air. âAwh, come touch me for a bit⊠then Iâll make you feel good.â The foxgirl flops back into the enormous pink pillow, coaxing the trapped rabbit into the den. Cautiously, the bunny follows, laying down next to her. The bunnygirl kisses her, plays with her breasts, humps her thigh. sheâs such a pretty foxâŠ
Fully excited, the bunny wonât stop until she cums. She reaches up under the foxgirlâs skirt, hoping to please her and have the favour returned. The bunny feels the soft fabric of her underwear. She feels the foxâs hard cock press into her hand. A sly grin from the sneaky fox. âIf you donât have a dildo, maybe I can help you.â The bunny blushes as the foxgirl pounces on top of her.
Both of the girlâs panties are pulled to the side. Slippery wet bunny pussy rubs against firm fox girlcock. Caught between her sexual desperation and her loyalty to her owner, the bunny squirms with indecision. âi dunno about disâŠâ So close to her prey, the fox doesnât wait for her to decide. She kisses the nervous bunny and thrusts her cock into her pussy.
âeep!â The bunny bucks, trying to escape. The fox pushes her deeper into the pillow, pushes her cock deeper into her cunt. âAh! So good⊠I can see why your owner loves your pussy so much.â Whimpering, tiny hands press against the foxâs breasts. âbun donât wanna get in troubleâŠâ Another tongue kiss, another thrust. âIâll take responsibility if your owner is mad. Weâll just tell him I forced you to do this.â
The dumb bunny has a hard time thinking when sheâs full of cock. âreallyâŠ? ah-! but⊠are youâŠ?â The foxgirl starts to fuck her faster. âShush, honeybunny. You wanted to play, so weâre playing. Thatâs what you wanted.â Her pussy is warm and wet. âmmhm⊠>.<â She falls for the trick. bun do think foxy is sexy⊠and I am a naughty bunnyâŠ
Clever and quick, the fox teases the bunnygirlâs body as she fucks her. Sucking on her nipples, squeezing her thighs, nibbling on her earlobes â she does every trick to thrill her prey into submission. With each pleasured gasp from the bunny, the fox ruts harder into her. Sheâs so cute, and such a good little fuck. Iâm so glad I caught her⊠As the bunny gives in, she wraps her arms around the fox in a tight hug. Her ankles lock behind her hips.
âBunbun? Iâm home! Why is the window open?!â The ownerâs voice shouts through the house. The foxgirl freezes. Close to cumming, the bunny wonât let go. She tries to pull away but canât escape the bunnyâs needy hold. âdonât stop! bun wan cummies!â The fox wrestles with her prey, unable to free her cock. ânooo! letâs keep playing! is jus my ownerâŠâ
âWhat the hell is this?â The fox looks up at the man, terrified. The bunny giggles. âbun made a new friend!â He grabs the entangled fox by her pretty red hair. âAhh! It was her idea! It was all her idea!â Lost in the pleasure of her fucking, the bunny hangs on tight. âYou sneaky little fox, coming in here and taking advantage of my pet.â Strong hands grip the foxâs ass.
Her panties are ripped open. Her long, pretty, fluffy fox tail is lifted up. The ownerâs thick cock pushes between the foxgirlâs bumcheeks. âAah!â The fox pleads. ânonononono!â His head slips inside. âah~!â The bunny moans. âyesyesyesyes!â Her girlcock is pushed as deep as it can go as she tries to escape the man.
Sandwiched between the bunny and her owner, the foxgirl lets out a long whimper. He forces his big dick into the foxgirlâs tight asshole. One, two, three thrusts and his balls rub against the foxâs. She buries her face into the bunnyâs neck, gasping along with her. âlucky foxyâŠâ The bunnygirl whispers. ââŠisnât he hugeâŠ?â Helpless, the captured fox tries to relax her hole.
Each rough thrust into the foxâs ass pushes her hard into the bunnyâs pussy. The bunny squeaks with joy each time her ownerâs hips smack into the foxâs bum. Trembling, the foxgirl is unable to adjust to his size. She cums first, filling the bunnyâs already-tight pussy. âmore more more mine mine mineâ The bunny begs her owner. âharder harder harderâŠâ When the bunnygirl cums, the tight grip of her cunt feels like itâs crushing the foxâs girlcock.
Theyâre used to fucking for hours. The foxgirl isnât. Sheâs half conscious when the man cums in her ass. The bunny whimpers as her softening cock slides out. Her pretty red foxtail is stained with cum dripping down her cock and out of her used ass. âawwhhh⊠bun wanted to keep goingâŠâ She rubs her needy pussy, filled to the brim by her predatorâs repeated orgasms. She strokes her ownerâs messy cock. âthanks for breeding⊠pwetty foxyâŠâ
The next day, the bunny skips around the house. Entirely nude, except for her cute white bow collar, she wanders into the bedroom. Picking up her stuffed shark from the giant pink pillow, the girl dances over to the cage.
âare you okay, miss foxy?â She asks, bright and chipper. A dark scowl from the caged fox. A red leather collar is locked tight around her neck. The black tips of her ears poke out of the small enclosure. She stares at the naked bunny. ââŠdo you want me to bring you a toy? so you donât get boredâŠ? owner said you could use the dildoâŠâ The fox eyes the cute bare pussy on the other side of the bars.
A sly grin. The foxgirlâs cock twitches. âHmm, Iâm still a little sore from yesterday. Could you bring me a really tiny one? Very hard, itâs okay if itâs bumpy.â The bunny nods enthusiastically, hopping over to the sex toy trunk. âi dunno if we have one like thatâŠâ Stroking her cock, she licks her lips. âWhat about on the bedside table thereâŠ?â She hops over to take a look.
Picking up the shiny key, the bunny is confused for a moment. ââŠyou wanna use this as a dildo?â The clever fox spits on her hand, rubbing saliva over her head as she hungrily watches the bunnygirlâs bum wiggle around the room. âYes, honeybunny. Bring me that so I can playâŠâ
âbaby if you canât handle any more just say thatâ as im stuffing your panties in your mouth and holding you in place by your hips, forcing just a few more inches of my strap into your ass
Making you ride me with your hands tied tightly behind your back so you have to struggle to maintain your balance while I grope your hips and chest and grab your throat and push my dick so fucking deep inside you that you can barely breathe.
the spread knees and arched back - without me even asking you to. mmmm. i get rid of the glove and put a finger in your mouth and you open up and put your tongue out like the pliable toy you are. so i pull my finger out and just watch you with a smirk, adjusting my trousers and belt. you start drooling. so how i could i rush it. i ask my assistant to get round the table and just slowly stroke his cock for your benefit.Â
you're drooling so much, spit drips onto your bush. but it doesn't strike you to close your mouth because you're so horny. eventually you get so desperate you start rocking on your ass, humping your hips into the floor, trying to get any stimulation. so i take pity on you. i unbuckle my belt and your eyes light up at the sound. i put one foot between your thighs, and i give you permission to hump my shoe, as long as you clean it up afterwards.Â
i also give you two fingers to show me your skills on. which you do. quite well. well, i'm not surprised, those bruises told me you were experienced. eyes closed, moaning around my fingers, humping my show, blissed out - as you deserve. i caress your jaw, run my fingers through your hair - but then you speed up. nuh nuh, can't have that. so i remove my shoe, pull out my fingers and start opening my belt.Â
but i'm taking my own sweet time and you're disoriented because you expected to be able to cum. little do you know the initial fastness of the play was just to get you hooked for the sweet torment coming up. which you'll love. i pull my hard cock out and just caress the shaft, above your face, where it's capturing your field of vision, and my face is blurry above. you still have your tongue out because you're a cock hungry slut.
you whine, so needy. i hold your face in my hands and tell you to look at me but your eyes are glazed over. you still try. so obedient. i spit on your tongue and you whine again, words long forgotten.
if you want more you'll have to convince me. tell ya what, you have three sentences to do that so make 'em count ;)
FUCK PLEASE, I opened this in public and i swear ive never been so wet in MY LIFE. Please omg I have wanted a storytelling Annon so bad. Please, please, please, I promise ill save all three and edge to them when I get home đ”âđ«đ„”
