“Sooo… what are everyone’s kinks?” It was that time of the night. The group of friends had started to drink a few hours ago, and the witching hour of sharing drunken secrets had begun. The shy young girl sitting quietly at the kitchen island takes a sip from her glass, trying to hide and evade the open question. With her are two couples, friends she’s had for a while, and an older man who she had just met tonight.
Peering past the glass, she looks at the newcomer. He’s playing with a coin, rolling it across his knuckles. It falls into the palm of his hand, and she watches it disappear into his firm grip. She admires his toned forearms while he makes a small circle with his wrist. The fist opens. The coin is gone. Confused, she glances up to his face. He’s already looking at her - watching while he performed his trick. He smiles and winks, and she quickly averts her eyes.
“This guy is crazy good at guessing people’s kinks. He’s like a psychic for freaky sex stuff.” Her friend gestures at the near stranger. “Come on, show them.”
“Well, I know you’re into somnophilia - sex with people who are asleep, or near it.” The group burst into laughter. His partner chimes in: “It’s true! He’s better than an alarm clock!”
The man chooses the partner as his next target. “Consensual non-consent. But on the softer side.” More uproarious laughter from the group. She smacks her partner on his shoulder, “Oh my god, did you tell him?!” Defensive, he responds “No, I didn’t, I swear! The man’s just a fucking wizard!”
Next, he turns his attention to the other couple. He hesitates, looking back and forth between the two. “BDSM, both of you. Specifically restraints. And you’re both switchy.” The couple is shocked and entertained. “That’s… oddly specific… and very correct…”
The crowd is laughing, gasping for air. Everybody except the shy girl. She tries to make herself as small as possible, as if the man will somehow miss her if she stays perfectly still. She’s painfully aware of her braless chest and her earlier decision to wear a thin sundress. Her heart drops as her friends insist the man read her next. “You’ve known us for a while, but can you do it on someone you just met?”
“She’s such an innocent girl, what’s her kink? Holding hands? Kissing with tongue?” Her friends tease her relentlessly, invigorated by the conversation and the booze. There’s no way he can know. She prays. It’s just a trick, he doesn’t know. Her body stiffens as if for impact. She looks into his stormy eyes, as if pleading please don’t tell them.
“Free use.”
Her head spins and she blushes deeply, heart pounding like a terrified little animal. She can barely hear her friends loudly chattering around her. “No way.” “I could see it.” “Is he right?” One friend asks: “What’s free use?”
The man puts down his soda water and steps around the island, closer the the quiet girl. He explains softly. “Free use is when somebody wants to let people have sex with them whenever they want. She wants to be groped, or touched, or fucked; completely on the whims of the other person.” He’s so close to her now, almost standing behind her. “Sort of like a sex toy, used for pleasure. She has no boundaries.”
As he speaks his hand rises up to her chest and cups her small breasts. Completely unfazed by the public nature of this act, he gropes her supple body through the soft fabric. Her friends are all laughing, incredulous that she wouldn’t immediately pull away from his invasive touch. “You’re going to let this guy feel you up? You met him a few hours ago! Are you really that much of a slut?”
Slut. That word hits her hard. She’s frozen in place now. Excitement fueled by curiosity buzzes throughout the room, except for the man touching her. He is perfectly calm and nonchalant, as if what he was doing to her was the most normal thing in the world. “But is she really free use?” The voyeurs ask.
The man takes his hands off her chest and steps behind her. “I’ll prove it. What kind of underwear do you think a free use girl would wear?” They guess wildly: Crotchless? Something with lace? A red thong? “No, a free use slut like her wouldn’t wear anything at all.” He lifts up her dress, a grand reveal of her bare pussy. Cleanly shaven that morning (just in case) and soaking wet from the man’s attention.
Her mind fizzles. Did he make my panties disappear? She stands there, exposed in front of five people, trying to get her thoughts straight. She has a moment of composure and remembers No, I took them off in the bathroom earlier, after they introduced me to him. Magic isn’t real.
Wordlessly, his hand moves to her crotch and he puts two fingers in her needy pussy. She’s stunned by his boldness, and that she’s able to take the fingers so easily. The two couples are talking amid themselves. “It’s always the quiet ones.” “I knew it all along.” “Ah, I still think she would tap out at some point, that’s not really free use.” His hands fuck her while they talk.
After a few minutes, he takes his hand away and puts it on her back. He pushes her forward, bending her over the island. They’re still talking, drunkenly arguing about the finer points and the criteria of the kink. The older man has no interest in such discussions. The clink of his belt, a button, a zipper.
In one smooth movement he takes out his hard cock and pushes his full length into her cunt. She interrupts the conversation with a high pitched moan. All eyes are back on her now. He starts to fuck her.
“Okay, well, fair enough. I think that qualifies.” The man’s thighs smack into her petite ass with each thrust. “So much for being the innocent one.” The man’s hands return to her sensitive nipples. “I can’t believe she’s such a slut.” He fucks her harder.
Slut. That word again. She holds onto it like a prize. Years of longing for that title. Nobody could dispute it now. She was a dirty little slut, getting her needy pussy fucked by an older man while everyone is watching.
The man continues to talk with her friends as he uses her. He shares a bit about the nuances of the kink. “Some girls are for personal use. Like property. They have a dom who takes care of them. One person who uses them whenever they feel like it. A personal fucktoy.” He continues, speaking with absolute authority. “Other girls are for anybody to use. Whoever wants to fuck her, can. Like a public service.” His cock still pumping into her. “Do you know which one you are, darling?”
She had asked herself that question alone in her room a million times. Hearing it spoken aloud was uncanny. She doesn’t have an answer for him. Up until tonight, everything was theory. Now she had been thrust into practical experience, and her cum- and liquor- drunk brain can barely parse the question. She mumbles incoherently:
“Uh? Use me?“
“Use your words, slut. Tell everyone what kind of cum dump you are.”
“I… uh… use me?”
“Ah, she’s too dumb from getting fucked to answer. It doesn’t matter to me anyways.”
He lifts up her dress further. Past her stomach, exposing her chest, it wraps around her head and is pulled off. Discarded on the table next to the bottle, she is now completely naked. Everyone else is still clothed, even the man using her pussy. He pulls her torso up close to him to show off her sexy body to the people watching. His powerful thrusts pound into her g spot. One hand teases her clit, the other reaches up to her neck. He squeezes tight around her throat, arm pressed into her sternum. The firm grip lets him fuck her as hard as he wants.
The rough sex overwhelms her young body. Her mind has gone completely blank. There could be nobody watching her or a thousand, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is the truth of her pussy finally being used the way she always knew it needed. The man pushes her back onto the island. He manhandles her, swinging her legs up so she is facing him, gripping onto her thighs. He keeps fucking her.
She looks down to see his cock pounding her. Another moment of clarity and she realizes everyone else can see it too. Everyone can see him using my pussy. Taking his thick cock all the way inside of me. Obediently getting fucked like a good girl. She exercises her new freedom by rubbing furiously at her clit. This is what a slut does. She takes cock whenever and wherever. She rubs herself so everyone can see she enjoys being a whore. That’s what a slut does. That’s what I’m doing.
The older man smiles at the slutty little girl wrapped around his cock. He has such a nice smile. I’m so lucky to get used by him. He’s so fucking hot. She leans forward and wraps her arms around his shoulders. Hanging off him, he can fuck her even harder. She kisses him, and is relieved when he kisses her back. They play with each other’s tongues and enjoy the moment.
He’s building to climax. He pushes her back down onto the island so everyone can see. Gripping her neck, he squeezes so hard she almost passes out - but he releases for just a moment to keep her conscious. This is repeated. She has to stay awake, so she can see everyone watching her.
He starts to cum. “Breed… me…” She whispers. She can barely speak as he chokes her, but she forces the words through her lips. He has to know what she’s good for. Everybody has to know. He breaks his stoic character and moans as her pussy is stuffed with his cock and cum. The feeling is too much for her. She follows close behind him, cumming along with the stranger.
Afterwards, the three couples sit around the island and finish their drinks. Still naked, her dress is abandoned on the counter. It would just get in the way, and besides she has nothing to hide. As the quiet girl sits in his lap and listens to them talk, she’s struck by an unusual feeling of normalcy. She hasn’t done anything wrong, nobody is surprised or hurt or even thinks anything of it. Why would they? She’s a slut. What else would you expect?
She feels his cock twitch again, and she offers herself up: “Do you want to use me again? Or maybe I can suck your cock, sir?” The group laughs at her proud, open suggestions. Not quite the quiet, shy girl she was just an hour ago. The older man smiles and rubs her back.
“It’s getting late, sweetheart, and I shouldn’t overstay my welcome. But don’t worry, I’ll bring you home with me.”
—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.
—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.
—word count: 1,3k
—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3
The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.
No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.
The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.
Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.
You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. You’d stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.
Sleep doesn’t completely evade you but you’re not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.
Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. They’ve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. They’re not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.
You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.
Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like — like they’re what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.
The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesn’t even sound like you, desperate and needy. They’re back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if they’re trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. It’s a nice dream, you don’t need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that it’s a dream. Because then you’ll wake up, alone again.
Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you don’t want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If it’s your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesn’t push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.
“Please,” you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.
The stranger’s cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands — under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until there’s an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.
It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat but— wait, it’s your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.
The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and — fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner —
There’s no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But there’s a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someone’s shoulder against your Achilles’ tendon. There’s a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someone’s labored breathing.
The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns — your whole body burns. You can’t look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever — whatever — it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you can’t see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.
You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. It’s so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.
Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.
A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.
imagine falling asleep on the floor next to your best friend at a sleepover. you’re both a little drunk and for over an hour everyone else is shushing your hysterical giggles and whispers. finally he passes out first, and soon you do too. your sleep is restless. you wake up several times, keeping your eyes pressed intentionally shut until you’re not sure whether you’re awake or asleep. and all night, he gradually pulls you closer. every time you wake up he’s cornered you a little more, but you’re too sleepy to scoot away and his warmth feels really good. so when you wake up and he’s practically got his arms around you, you kind of freeze. you don’t want to wake him up and embarrass him. his arms are so heavy, you’re so tired you don’t think you can move them gently enough. his warm hands start fumbling with your shorts and your boxers. at first you aren’t sure what he’s going for but he pulls your clothes off and starts groping your ass. he’s breathing heavy in your ear. you have no idea how awake he is, but your heart is pounding against the bedroom floor. you start shaking when you feel his hard cock between your thighs, his length grinding against your hole. his arms is wrapped around your waist and you clutch his forearm, panting into your pillow as the tip of his cock nudges at your clit over and over again. you can hear the slick sounds you’re making together and you pray that no one else can. you gasp as his tip sinks just slightly into your hole and hes so fucking thick that your thighs clench up. for a second you squirm away and try to push him off because it really doesn’t feel like you can take it without him breaking you. but he holds onto you like he’ll die if he can’t rape you, so you whimper helplessly into the pillow and press your eyes shut as he splits you open. he sinks all the way in until the tip of his cock teases the good spot inside you, and you could swear you hear him sleepily whine about how good you feel. your thighs tremble and part instinctively. it aches so fucking good as he slides in and out, in and out, soaking the inside of your thighs. you choke out a moan into your hand, rocking your hips back into him. the shaking gets worse and worse and your breaths get uneven and frantic and your head starts to spin until finally you’re cumming on his cock and warmth drips between your thighs. he sighs into your ear and lazily ruts into you. your face burns and you nearly sob into the pillow you’re clutching. you start to shift your hips around but he pulls you right back where he had you. his breath stutters and he holds you against his chest until he gasps and his cock throbs hard inside you and he cums deep in your cunt, shivering and panting in your ear, his chest hot against your back. you pass out with your cheek on his bicep and his hand locked around your throat, his cock still leaking inside you. anyways the best part about this boring porn post is that i used it as a flashlight when i went downstairs to get my bf his ice cream
I wnanna fuck your throat <3 squeeze my own cock through your neck n see how much of me jacking myself off through your mouth you can take before blacking out
O oh my fucking god . Oh id go brainless the moment your cock opens my lips, id try to be sososo good and just be a good hole for you to fuck, i dont know how big you are, but i guess that wouldnt matter if you were really determined to make me deepthrought….. just imagine me chokimg and sputtering and going braindead on your cock, ok <3?
🔊 breaking 3 weeks of denial on my fuck machine x_x (24:09)
CONTENT WARNING: first 21 minutes are a cnc/intox/somno roleplay including explicit no's, begging to stop, saying it hurts, "passing out" (simulated), use of the word "r-pe"
start around 21:00 to skip all the explicit cnc stuff
skip 16:30–18:00 & 20:10–20:35 to avoid the word "r-pe"
↓ detailed timestamps for fun (spoilers 😁) ↓
00:20 - waking up confused and sore
01:32 - "please use me... wait no"
02:10 - "it's too much".. fucked until i pass out
03:08 - waking back up and begging to stop
03:35 - "please, it hurts, no more, i can't take it"
04:50 - too high to remember i'm being violated
05:45 - "i'm a good fucktoy" "i'm a good faggot"
06:50 - "it hurts 🥺".. pathetic sounds
09:18 - "fuck me" "i'm a whore" "i just wanna be used"
Tagging for: Too Big Insertion, Blood (from claws), Dubiously Consensual Turning, Knotting
I want to be pinned down by a werewolf while they force their dick in me, it's already a little too big, even before the knot starts inflating.
Maybe I try and reach down to grab the knot in my hands to help them get off without getting the knot in me, or at least get the knot big enough they won't be able to get it in.
But that just gets them more worked up as they grab my legs and forcing them over my head, claws cutting little lines into my thighs, blood running trickling from them.
Maybe I try and tell them it won't fit, but they're already too lost to lust and moon madness, and I haven't given a stop signal yet, so they just keep grinding their knot against me, desperate to fit, putting more and more weight into their thrusts.
I can feel my lips straining under the assault, the knot stretching me bit by bit, and gods it hurts good, but I know that it's gonna do real damage if they really tie me, so I try and push them off, slapping their shoulder twice as I do.
It takes a moment for them to notice, stopping with the widest part of their knot stuck between my lips, golden eyes boring into mine as they slowly ease back, pulling inch after inch free until I'm completely empty.
I take a moment to recover, legs shaking as I try to stretch them out, until they take notice of the blood on my thighs, gently taking them in hand as their tongue cleans me with long, steady strokes, pulling a quiet moan from my lips.
By the time they finish with my wounds, I'm bucking my hips in their grip, desperate for more, then moaning as their tongue laps at my tender lips, my hands darting to grab at their ruff for some sort of control as I cum, legs wrapping around their neck and burying their face in my slit.
It doesn't take too long for them to pull free after my orgasm stops, gently rolling me over and lifting my hips before climbing on top, slowly grinding their cock against me. Their jaws tenderly wrap around my shoulder as they line themselves up, tip just barely lodged between my lips, before slowly sinking their cock to the knot with three long, slow strokes.
I feel the tension in their jaws, the urge to bite down, so strong with my blood and cum in their jaws. It was risky earlier, licking my wounds clean, but a proper bite... we'd talked about it before.
They didn't want to.
Hadn't, I guess.
Fangs sink into the meat of my shoulder, gently chewing, then not so gently, as their hips start to move, their knot slamming into my entrance as the full moon reaches into my soul.
The knot slips in, some combination of having shrunk in it's time out of me, the addition work stretching me out with their tongue, and my slowly unfolding transition finally allowing it inside, when it quickly grows larger, locking it inside as it swells past the size of a cantaloupe, a shriek leaving my lungs as it's growth forces the air from them.
I feel my pelvis creak, and for a moment, I'm afraid I really will break, but one more soft thrust slips the knot fully past it, and then their hands are on me, one rubbing at the hard ridge just visible in my otherwise soft belly, the other groping my breast.
Their heartbeat echoes harder in my ears than my own as my transformation continues, fur spreading down my back as my bones shift shape and position, extra teeth overfilling my jaws before my face stretches outwards to give them room.
As I grow larger, they start to get more aggressive, forced to adjust their grip, and thrusting as much as the knot will allow.
Uh, sorry, kind of running out of steam here, but like, I'm sure you get the picture.
love it when you watch porn that immediately rewires your brain. my favorite ever video is a tboy getting gangbanged in what looks to be a college dorm room:
it opens with everyone competing to see how many times they can thrust into him in a minute, which like: they’re just treating him like a tool to get off with? Like a little game? Love it. Also it’s one guy in charge giving orders to a few others who are then fucking the tboy, which is a dream. I love that kind of layered sub/dom dynamic. It’s unclear but I’m pretty sure some of the gangbangers are nb/trans as well which we love some trans on trans fucked up sex.
and the main guy is making fun of how fucked out the tboy looks, bc he’s already got 2 loads in him, and just kind of gently pulls his head up by the hair to show off his whimpering face. The whole dynamic is that they’re friends out of kink but also there’s casual loving degradation & humiliation??? like they’re hydrating and rubbing the tboy’s back while also using his holes. dream. I need someone to lovingly call me a fucktoy.
and THEN it’s the tboy getting instructions on how to best suck everyone’s dicks, and the main guy is ordering the others around and saying who’s turn it is, and talking down to the tboy when he isn’t doing it right. And the tboy is just so desperate to serve everyone!!!
god I just love the whole dynamic so much. it’s hard to find good porn as a transmasc enby eagerly looking to get safely & securely humiliated and abused, but this video is everything. just writing this has made me horny. in completely unrelated news if anyone would like to call me a good set of holes and tell me how they’d use me messages are always open
The sun had climbed high, but time meant nothing. I was faced down in the forest dirt, ass up, trembling and exposed. The wolf’s knot was still locked deep inside me—fat, swollen, pulsing so hard I swore I could feel it bulging through my tummy.
Every little grind of his hips made me cry out, not even words anymore… Just squeaks, sobs, broken whimpers spilling into the grovel. The slick between us was endless, soaking my thighs, dripping down to the ground. Every move made a sticky, obscene squelch, as though our bodies weren’t separate anymore, but fusing together at the knot.
The beast leaned over me, heavy, scenting the top of my head like I was already marked. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re gone, aren’t you? My pretty bunny’s brain all melted from knot.”
I twitched, back arching as another orgasm ripped through me without warning, my body clenching and fluttering around him, milking him harder. My cotton tail quivered against his stomach, twitching helplessly as more slick gushed out, making the sounds between us wetter, filthier.
“You keep leaking, keep milking me,” he growled, claws pressing into my hips until I squealed. “Pathetic little thing can’t stop, can’t help yourself. You’ll take every rut I’ve got until you can’t even breathe without my knot keeping you open.”
I whimpered, tears streaking down my cheeks, my body shuddering violently in overstimulation. I couldn’t move, couldn’t fight, couldn’t beg—just twitch and squeak while he kept grinding inside me.
“Good prey,” he whispered, his tone almost tender in its cruelty. “Stay knotted. Stay ruined. You’re mine until I decide you’re empty.”
And as the squelching rhythm dragged on—wet, sticky, endless—I realized he meant it... I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until the scary werewolf was finished breaking me apart.
werewolf anon again, thinking a lot about fucking you with my impossibly large knot instead of just keeping it trapped inside your cunt. so beyond pent up that just fucking you normally isn't enough, i need to hear that soaking wet popping sound of that knot being forced in and out of your tight bunnycunt, stretching it way past its limits. just a massive hairy figure holding down such a tiny innocent bun and turning it into my favorite knotsleeve. fucking such thick potent loads deep inside you and letting them drip out around my cock because fucking you with my knot feels so much better than keeping it inside you. it'll be more than enough cum to knock you up with my litter anyway, so i'm not even worried about keeping it trapped inside. it'll take a long while for it to stop swelling, so i can keep forcing the knot in and out of you for as long as i want, leaving you a ruined and gaping mess once i'm finally finished
anon i hope u know i am considering buying a new knotted toy because of u. all of my ones with a knot are a lil too small for me now (just size king problems) and after reading this i really really need to get knotfucked 😵💫
the feeling of a knot sliding in and out just can’t be compared. it’s heaven. the stretch, the sensation, the slick pop when it finally fits, it’s addictive… need to be turned into a lil knotsleeve, hands grabbing at my waist and slamming me down and pulling me up like a toy to pop the knot in and out 💖 need my bunnycunt to be stretched and gaped so fucking wide on hot thick werewolf knot it almost hurts but the way ur clawed hands rub my stomach that’s practically bulging from all the cum ur pumping into me i’m too knotdrunk and fucked stupid to care 😵💫💖💕
Werewolf boyfriend who's so afraid of hurting you that he can't bring himself to breed you.
He just knows the moment he feels your soft heat around his dick he'll have to absolutely ruin you, pound you so full of his cum until you’re passed out and limp on his knot while he fucks you awake and starts it all over.
It doesn't matter how you beg for it, he knows how much stronger than you he is and won’t risk any harm coming to his little mate. So he’s guiding you to orgasm as you touch yourself the way he wants you to, pumping into his fist and whimpering each time he has to watch your dripping hole swallow your fingers because fuck that should be him.
He’s so desperate to have you, to touch you, be covered in your juices and your scent. His claws dig into the meat of your thighs as you’re crying out from your latest orgasm and suddenly he’s hauling you towards him and pressing his muzzle right into your cunt, inhaling your scent deeply and nosing at your folds.
He ends up eating you out like a starved animal for hours, tongue endlessly lapping your overstimmed clit. Tears wet your face as you plead with him to just give you his cock pretty please you promise you can take it. If you keep pushing it with him, he'll have to quiet you by keeping you cumming on his face until you can't form a sentence.
His snout presses impossibly closer to your cunt, growls vibrating through your core and adding to the pleasure. His grip tightens on your hips until the flesh becomes inflamed and his claws draw thin streaks of red over your skin. The smell of your blood mixing with the musk of your shared arousal sends him feral and he starts fucking his long tongue in and out of you.
The more he thinks about how badly he needs to knot you, to spill his seed inside you and make you his mate heavy with his pups, the more tense and heated he gets. The only thing that can fix him is licking you, tasting more of you, hearing more of you moaning nonsense and feeling your hands gripping his fur for dear life as he eats you completely stupid.
CW:DUBCON, outdoor sex, forest sex, predator/prey kink, knotting, marathon sex, penetrative sex, mind break, breeding, cockwarming, a lot of cum
Running as quickly as your legs could carry you, your legs like jelly as the mess of mixed cum and saliva trickled down between your legs, the old dry mess combining with the fresh still warm load, you hope it wouldn't leave a trial that leads the beast directly to you. You just got away from it again, just barely, having it mount you on the cold forest floor and pound into you with abandon over and over while you begged and screamed in mercy or in pleasure, it was hard to say as it pulled orgasm after orgasm from you until it was satiated for a short time, its knot lodged inside you keeping everything in. The beasts cock nice and snug as you warm it with your gummy walls.
How many have you had? It was hard to say, as everything was blurring together, your mind hazing over into a lust-filled, cockdrunk state more after each round.
You'd run, get found, mounted by the beast that towered over you, and mounted and fucked into the dirt until you couldn't speak or think once more, a small breather while it laid on top of you while it licked you like it was grooming a pup. Both yours and its lower half covered in cum and sweat, you can feel its soaked fur against your skin as it kept you speared on its cock with the knot that kept you both in place, making sure the creature's thick, warm fertile cum took, making sure a litter was ensured by the end of it all. Once the knot deflated and slipped to you, the second it got off you, and you could stand on your own two legs, you ran.
Rinse and repeat.
Only know it was hard to do that, you steps turned into stumbles, and you turned to leaning on the trees for supports, your mind foggy and exhausted, it was getting harder to get away from the creature, and you know that is exactly what it wants, it's adamant on keeping you close and stuffed full of its cock and cum, never letting you stray to far from it. Mud ran up your legs from your feet to your knees while the mess of white fluids down from your stretched open hole and thighs, the two mixing in the middle, leaves were stuck in your hair, and you had dirt and mud all under your nails and over your hands.
Your eyes blurred as black spots speckled in your vision, leaning against the nearest tree until it past, stumbling a bit more and hoping there is enough distance between the two of you to give you a proper rest. The thumping of paws against the leaf covered ground proved you wrong, you freeze and listen carefully for where it's coming from, then darting off in the opposite direction with it hot on your heels, breathing down your neck as your bruised and sore knees hit the earth, digging into the dirt.
You breathe heavy as you hear it approach, did you stop on purpose or did your legs give out? You couldn't tell as you see its front paw come into view, "please..." you meekly whimper out, wishing it will go easy on you this time. Mounting you, pressing your shoulders down, your hands already bracing for what's going to happen, face sideways in the dirt. It humped your ass a few times in failed attempts to enter, after a minor adjustment and thanks to the dripping mess it left behind, its cock slides in one go, balls deep inside your warm walls.
Without warning and giving you no time, it starts thrusting, rutting into you with reckless movements and the need to breed you. "Fffuuucck- mmm," you moan out, the force of the thrusts pushing you forced causing your knees to dig in further into the earth, hands trying to find some stability to ground yourself.
Nails and claws pin-prick your skin, the momentous force of the thrust rocking you back and forth, but still keeping you impaled on its flared red, heavy cock. The sound of slapping skin muffled against fur and high pitched whines echo out into the surrounding forest, please of mercy or maybe for more.
It's hard to say as you let yourself sink deeper into the mental fog.
"yesyesyesyesyes-" you garble out as another orgasm washes over you, dragging you deeper into the fog clouding your mind, any thoughts you had about running were quickly being pounded out of you with a sicking wet thwap as its fur covered pelvis and thighs met the meat of your ass, its legs on either side of your hips.
Cum, both yours and the beasts, is pushed out of you in clumps and down your legs, onto the earth underneath your limp body. Your legs sore from the friction causing them to dig and drag on the dirt and from the position you're in, you moved your arms to be under your head to cushion it, still the claws dug into your shoulders and your nails into the flesh of your palms. Huffs and growls could be heard from above you, as you cum again, drool starts falling from your lips as you left yourself go, the mental fog finally took over.
All that's left in your mind is the thought of the big, flared cock rutting inside you and how good it's making you feel, bringing you waves upon waves of mindless pleasure as it hits that sweet spot inside you over and over. Giving in to you, you slump your top half down and raise your ass high into the air, presenting and offering yourself to the beast that had been fucking you so good, all cognitive thoughts have left your mind as you enjoy the sensations. Somehow it moves faster, choked moans and sobs escape your throat from every thrust the creature buries itself deep inside you again and again.
"P-please." you manage to get out, not sure what you're begging for any more, but the beast seems to have an idea on what. A brief moment of clarity and to breathe as it stops thrusting but still stays inside you, it repositions so you're now fully pinned underneath, head squished into your arms and your body into the dirt, thighs pinning your calves down as the beast pinned you down, effectively trapping you now with nowhere to go, if you wanted to run it would be impossible. Then it starts back up, pounding and rutting harder than before, this time with a purpose and a goal, barely pulling its cock out before slamming it back in, never leaving you empty, its heavy sack slapping against your thighs.
You can feel its knot swelling against your abused hole again, pressing against trying to get in, more choked whines leave you, "Kn-knot me, please, ple-please." Absent mindedly begging to be knotted and filled, the creature happily obliged. It wanted to breed you full of its litter, and here you are begging for it, even if you didn't know it in your cockdrunk haze.
One finale hard thrust and its knot slips in, inflating as the creature cums one last time deep in you. You cum from the sensation alone, the sensation of the knot stretching you open again, your hole clenching around the knot, trying to pull every last ounce of white fertile fluid out of it. You both lay there, catching your breaths, your sweat covered skin sticking to its fur, drool leaking out of your mouth, eyes rolled back into your skull. Its cum shooting high up, deep inside you, keeping you in this lust-filled mindset a little while longer. Allowing yourself to be licked and groomed by the beast.
Once the knot deflates and the beast pulls out, it expects you to run, but you don't. You lay exhausted and limp on the forest floor, cum spilling out of you, the creature picks you up and flings you over its shoulder, knowing it has won the game you both were playing. Its prize? Fucking you over and over while you lay and look pretty in its nest, having you take it cock over and over while it breeds you. It's not satisfied yet, you notice its cock emerging from its sheath again as it walks, bobbing up and down with each step, who knows how long it will be before it's done with, hopefully you can survive until then.
