Summary: While adventuring in a dungeon, a mimic has wrapped around your groin in the form of underwear and begins to pleasure you.
Word Count: 1,479
Tw: noncon, dubcon, penetration, forced orgasm, death of companion, anal, clit stimulation.Â
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Art is by Jamesrpgart
You cast healing magic at the soldier before you, their swords hacking at undead fighters. Their wounds healed slightly but you were beginning to run out of mana. You would not be able to keep up this pace. But you had to find a way to power through! You grabbed a potion from within your bag and chucked it as hard as possible at the undead soldiers. The potion smashed against the skeleton in the back and shattered, hitting the surrounding undead. They did not once pause their assault on your comrades, even as the potion took effect and began to melt them. They fought until they became a puddle of goo at your feet.Â
You were a magic healer who was hired by an adventuring party to accompany them within this dungeon tomb. It seemed like an easy job at first as undead enemies are relatively low-level however, the sheer number of undead enemies had almost overwhelmed you all. Some of your party had feared the small army of undead and fled in terror leaving you alone with just two fighters. But now that you look on at the piles of undead soldiers and the last of them destroyed by your potion, you gleamed with triumph. You three had done it! You had fended yourselves against the hoard despite half of your party leaving and now you get to indulge in an even greater portion of rewards! You told yourself how much you deserved it.Â
The three of you looked at each other with excitement and walked across the hall littered with undead bodies to the great gold ornate door. The door was massive and covered with emeralds and sapphires. It was truly exquisite. The door was pulled open and it took all three of you to muster the strength to do so.
Once inside you let out a gasp. The room was covered with treasure and filled with ornate chests on top of piles of gold. You and your companions like children on Christmas began opening up chests and marveling at your new toys. It was like a dream come true for any adventurer!Â
You opened a chest and saw an elegant magical dress. It was adorned with intricate patterns and magical symbols. You threw it over your tunic and turned to your other companies. They both had adorned themselves with lavish magic items they found in chests.Â
âIt looks goodâ you grinned at Rob who was wearing his new magical helmet. He smiled back and just before he could speak his grin faltered. His eyes shot wide in terror. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and his body was instantly engulfed in flames. You started screaming and tried to use whatever leftover mana you had to prevent him from burning to a crisp. Any fire reduction and extinguishing spells you had were too high level for you to use with such little mana. You splashed all the water you had in your bag onto his body but the flames didn't falter. You started screaming for your other companion to help but instead gasped in horror. He had become an undead. His new breastplate sat on his armor and his undead eyes looked through you.Â
The armorâŠall the armor is cursed! You felt a chill run over your spine and you started grabbing at the dress to rip it off of you. The dress began to move and fall between your fingers and slipped under your clothing. It slithered under you and morphed into underwear, taking on a more intimate clothing choice. You pulled at the underwear trying to yank it off of you and the âunderwearâ kept a steal-like grasp on your body. You pulled your dagger out and even tried to cut it off but the low-level dagger did practically nothing.
You glanced back over to the undead soldier and it hadnât moved. Why was it not attacking? You decided that the undead might be your number one priority for the moment and raised your dagger out in front of you. You were not a fighter by any means instead mostly relying on healing magic but this was a rare moment you would be. You dashed forward and slashed the undead creature with the dagger.Â
It didnât move? The undead soldier made no reaction and instead walked out of the room and stood guard at the door. You moved past it and still, there was no reaction. Was the âunderwearâ masking you against the undead?Â
You walked down the hallway still feeling uncomfortable by your new friend between your legs. You had no idea what this creature could want. Was it a mimic perhaps? Strange it did not immediately eat you and this is indeed bizarre behavior. Maybe it was some kind of slime?
Just as you took another step the clothing began to twist and stimulate your clit. You gasped and attempted to pull it off you again. The underwear became tighter in response and started sucking at your clit. Each suck was intense. It felt like it was going to suck your clit off. You fell to your knees and groaned. The feeling was too rough and made walking difficult. Then you felt a tongue push its way into your pussy and two lanky arms formed from the underwear and grabbed your tits. It was definitely a mimic.Â
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Ralak was desperately horny and hated living inside the dungeon. When you go into a dungeon how many mimics are there? Typically a number of them are scattered about, unfortunately for Ralak, he was the only one in this miserable dungeon he called home. Now usually this isnât too bad, he gets more food as there is less competition but for this time of the year when his rut kicks in, itâs unbearable. When Ralak saw you enter the room he knew he would have you. He morphed into the magic caster dress so that you would be the one to wear him. He doubted the two men you were with would claim such feminine clothing of a different class, and he was right.Â
He loved the feeling of licking your wet pussy and you convulsing around him as he milked orgasms out of you. You needed to enjoy this as much as he did but let's not get carried away. Ralak mostly started pleasuring you so that he could fully enjoy himself with your pussy later. He wanted you wet and gushing from what was to come.Â
He started messaging your tits and rolling his fingers on your nipples. Does this feel good for you too? You moaned out as you brought you another orgasm. You had started crawling on the ground to try and reach the entrance but that was still a way to go. Ralak chucked to himself and let his penis form. He slowly entered it into your asshole and allowed your ass to adjust around the intrusion as you screamed at him to stop. It was ok, Ralak knew you wanted it too. He doubted those men you traveled with could give you half of what he could.Â
You grabbed at his body that covered your clit in what he assumed was a feeble attempt to make him stop. Ralak decided to play nice and stopped sucking your clit as he pounded in your asshole. He didn't want you too overstimulated so early.Â
In this break from pleasure, you started shakily running to the entrance with Ralak increasing his assault on you with intensity and speed. You did not stop and with each turn down the narrow hallways, you got closer to the entrance. Ralak decided that wouldnât do and formed another dick and pushed into your wet pussy. The two dicks moved with rhythm inside you and made you stumble and fall on the harsh stone floors. The cocks fucked you as you moaned like a whore in heat. This made Ralak feel like he was king of the world and started cumming inside you. The wet warmth of your walls was too much and with each thrust as your walls squeezed around him, he shook. Your pussy was perfect. The taste, the warmth, the wetness, it was all too much to this mimic in his far too ignored rut.Â
Ralak looked up at you as you convulsed on the floor from the intense pleasure he subjected you to. He may not have a mimic mate while he has been all alone in this dungeon but you will change that. You can be his mate. He tells himself he would be a good mate and never leave you alone.Â
He promises.Â
~~~~~The End~~~~~
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I think I am going to write a second part of this because I want to write more about Ralak. Maybe it will be with you leaving the dungeon with Ralak?
Lindel knew that you would try and leave at some point. You couldnât help it that unlike him you were a social butterfly. As much as he loved you, that was the one thing he hated. To buy him some time for his next move he bought a sex doll with all the enchantments and maybe too many accessories. He drew the necessary sigils on the doll and began dressing âyouâ up. He put a ball gag and blindfold on you, steep high heeled BDSM shoes, arm restraints and ankle cuffs. His finishing touch was a vibrator pushed into the pussy. Staring at his masterpiece he felt hard just thinking what you would be doing.
You lay on your bed unable to speak or move, mysterious forces keeping you restrained. You felt cuffs securing your ankles and something restraining your arms behind your back and your feet were forced into a pointed position. No matter how much you tried you couldnât move them. Your eyesight was clouded and you could barely see anything. You were left alone with your thoughts and a low buzzing buried deep inside you. Your pussy began to drip from pleasure and no matter how hard you tried you couldnât move the toy buried on your g-spot via magic.
You laid like this for hours trying not to panic. Surely the person who has been doing this to you wouldnât let you die, right? Your thoughts were interrupted by heavy footsteps walking up the stairs and stopping right outside your room. The figure was large, but you couldnât make out any features as it sauntered over to your form and stared down at you. You squirmed in fear and pleasure as you were terrified of what this man could do but the sensation inside you make you yearn for the touches that would bring you to orgasm.
A clawed hand reached down and shakily touched your thighs and slowly traced its way up and brushed your tits. You tried to speak but the words came out muffled and garbled as his hands rested on you.
âSorry I gagged youâŠ.I couldnât let you scream for help or try to make a phone call. You know how tricky Siri can be haha.â He spoke nervously.
You tried to speak again but he ignored you and wrapped you up in your comforter and carried you out of the house and into the house next door gently putting you on a creaky bed. He told you he would be right back, and you felt the restraints being taken off you along with the gag. Your blurred eyesight and the pleasure inside your cunt remained. Your limbs ached as you stretched them and felt the muscles relax. The door opened not a second later and the large figure crouched through the door frame and sat on the bed next to you.
You felt your cheeks caressed and there was an awkward silence in the air.
âIâm sorry about all thisâ
Before you could speak, he ripped your dress off you and removed the rest of your garments. His head dipped between your legs and began lapping at your cunt. It felt very different from the invisible touches you would feel. This felt visceral and hot. His tongue dipped inside you and groans of ecstasy erupted from him. He began licking your clit and you immediately started feeling an orgasm build inside you. You screamed and tried to push him off you, but he clearly wasnât human. His build barely moved as he was punched bitten and shoved.
You cried out as an orgasm leaked from you and he moaned and licked the aftermath from your overly sensitive pussy, the invisible vibrator continuing to overstimulate you.
âYou taste so much better than I could imagine. I have waited for this for so long; I am so happy youâre here!â
His head rested against your thigh, and you struggled out a few begs for him to remove whatever he put inside you. He jumped up at your request and ran out the bedroom door. A moment later the vibration inside you stopped and you felt something pulled out of you. In the corner of your eye you saw Lindel come back into the room as your body relaxed from the toys being removed from your sensitive areas.
Panik ran through you when his hulking dark form loomed over you and began to put his thick cock inside you. You tried to plead for him to stop but Lindel only muttered apologies to you while sinking himself further. The size of it was nothing new to you, after all the times he violated you through remotely. Now however the texture was different, more real. The temperature was warm and made the situation feel all too real. His hand held on to your legs as he began to roughly fuck you, the positions stretching you out in ways you had never felt.
Tears hit your breasts and above you water droplets fell from what you believed to be Lindelâs face. He paid you no mind and continued whispering to you how this was a dream for him. It was clear to you that no matter what you said he wouldnât stop.
As you tried to struggle out of Lindelâs grip he suddenly lurched forward grunting as his cum spilled out of you and coated your thighs. A few more strokes were pounded into you in a sporadic rhythm until he collapsed on top of you, pining you to the bed.
Hello I am a big fan of Lindel! Would you consider doing a part 3? This one doesn't have portals in it but Lindel gets what he always wanted. He realizes he has to have the reader not just fucking and groping her from a portal. Lindel steps out of the house in order to find her and kidnap her. He tracks the reader down and has been keeping track of her schedule to cease the perfect opportunity. He ambushes her and as luck would have it he corners the reader while she is intoxicated and he can't help himself but to fuck her then and there. I can imagine Lindel apologizing to her while fucking her and think that this is so much better than the toys.
Have a good day!
Holy shit you just made me realize that I never actually posted part 3. Anyway here is part 3 from my abandoned drafts. It hits a few but not all of your requests, however I like the intoxicated idea and I will likely write a future part incorporating the element. I hope you enjoy!
Now we are working with portals (Shadow Monster X Female Reader) Part 3
Lindel knew that you would try and leave at some point. You couldnât help it that unlike him you were a social butterfly. As much as he loved you, that was the one thing he hated. To buy him some time for his next move he bought a sex doll with all the enchantments and maybe too many accessories. He drew the necessary sigils on the doll and began dressing âyouâ up. He put a ball gag and blindfold on you, steep high heeled BDSM shoes, arm restraints and ankle cuffs. His finishing touch was a vibrator pushed into the pussy. Staring at his masterpiece he felt hard just thinking what you would be doing.
You lay on your bed unable to speak or move, mysterious forces keeping you restrained. You felt cuffs securing your ankles and something restraining your arms behind your back and your feet were forced into a pointed position. No matter how much you tried you couldnât move them. Your eyesight was clouded and you could barely see anything. You were left alone with your thoughts and a low buzzing buried deep inside you. Your pussy began to drip from pleasure and no matter how hard you tried you couldnât move the toy buried on your g-spot via magic.
You laid like this for hours trying not to panic. Surely the person who has been doing this to you wouldnât let you die, right? Your thoughts were interrupted by heavy footsteps walking up the stairs and stopping right outside your room. The figure was large, but you couldnât make out any features as it sauntered over to your form and stared down at you. You squirmed in fear and pleasure as you were terrified of what this man could do but the sensation inside you make you yearn for the touches that would bring you to orgasm.
A clawed hand reached down and shakily touched your thighs and slowly traced its way up and brushed your tits. You tried to speak but the words came out muffled and garbled as his hands rested on you.
âSorry I gagged youâŠ.I couldnât let you scream for help or try to make a phone call. You know how tricky Siri can be haha.â He spoke nervously.
You tried to speak again but he ignored you and wrapped you up in your comforter and carried you out of the house and into the house next door gently putting you on a creaky bed. He told you he would be right back, and you felt the restraints being taken off you along with the gag. Your blurred eyesight and the pleasure inside your cunt remained. Your limbs ached as you stretched them and felt the muscles relax. The door opened not a second later and the large figure crouched through the door frame and sat on the bed next to you.
You felt your cheeks caressed and there was an awkward silence in the air.
âIâm sorry about all thisâ
Before you could speak, he ripped your dress off you and removed the rest of your garments. His head dipped between your legs and began lapping at your cunt. It felt very different from the invisible touches you would feel. This felt visceral and hot. His tongue dipped inside you and groans of ecstasy erupted from him. He began licking your clit and you immediately started feeling an orgasm build inside you. You screamed and tried to push him off you, but he clearly wasnât human. His build barely moved as he was punched bitten and shoved.
You cried out as an orgasm leaked from you and he moaned and licked the aftermath from your overly sensitive pussy, the invisible vibrator continuing to overstimulate you.
âYou taste so much better than I could imagine. I have waited for this for so long; I am so happy youâre here!â
His head rested against your thigh, and you struggled out a few begs for him to remove whatever he put inside you. He jumped up at your request and ran out the bedroom door. A moment later the vibration inside you stopped and you felt something pulled out of you. In the corner of your eye you saw Lindel come back into the room as your body relaxed from the toys being removed from your sensitive areas.
Panik ran through you when his hulking dark form loomed over you and began to put his thick cock inside you. You tried to plead for him to stop but Lindel only muttered apologies to you while sinking himself further. The size of it was nothing new to you, after all the times he violated you through remotely. Now however the texture was different, more real. The temperature was warm and made the situation feel all too real. His hand held on to your legs as he began to roughly fuck you, the positions stretching you out in ways you had never felt.
Tears hit your breasts and above you water droplets fell from what you believed to be Lindelâs face. He paid you no mind and continued whispering to you how this was a dream for him. It was clear to you that no matter what you said he wouldnât stop.
As you tried to struggle out of Lindelâs grip he suddenly lurched forward grunting as his cum spilled out of you and coated your thighs. A few more strokes were pounded into you in a sporadic rhythm until he collapsed on top of you, pining you to the bed.
Hi! i just finished reading your orc x male reader fics and i really loved them! I was wondering if we could get a part three where it's been a few weeks into they're relationship, reader is keeping his promises (letting orc use him whenever he wants etc) and reader is allowed special privileges because he's been a good obedient housewife with one of them being that he's allowed into the village and do whatever he wants(for a limited amount of time on his own before orc hubby comes to escort us to wherever else we need to go) but one day he's a bit off schedule and when he arrives he sees some disgusting inferior orcs(they're not inferior he just assumes he's better because he has a human housewife) flirting with us and then he reminds us there's no other orc good enough for us besides himself?
YES! I am so happy you liked it. There are probably a lot of grammatical mistakes I still need to fix but here you go! Honestly not sure if I like this one cause its so long and I wrote it at midnight.
Tags: M/M, Male monster x male reader, nipple stimulation, yandere, noncon, rape, kidnaping, anal, slime as sex toy, restraints, vibrator, guy put into trad wife roles, orc.
Summary: Weeks after your promises to the orc Kharag to be his obedient male wife you struggle to maintain your roles. Meanwhile your relationship continues to evolve and change for the worst when he catches you interacting with a few orcs flirting with you.
Word Count: 3171
Satisfied. Yes, that is the word Kharag would use to describe himself. In all his life he had always dreamed of more but today he felt that he had achieved all he could ask for. He had a home, a wife, and enough coin to live comfortably. What some may consider a mundane life he saw as pure happiness.
           You of course had been keeping up the end of the bargain you made that night although, Kharag must admit he felt he forced you into it. Those moans of overstimulation and orgasmic quivers that raked across your body didnât leave you much of a choice to say no. However, you were a good wife to him and did your fair share of the household chores, not excluding the ones in the bedroom.
           In this bliss Kharag had created a bit of a routine. He would leave in the early morning to complete manual work such as chopping wood, pillaging a nearby town, or perhaps simply hunting game for dinner. By the time he arrived home you would have cooked dinner for the two of you. Kharag wouldnât say you were the best cook, at first you seemed to only know the basics of cooking. Dry meat that tasted of nothing and a basic root vegetable, it made Kharag almost regret putting you on kitchen duty. But whenever he saw you in an outfit, he gave you standing at the fireplace he knew it felt right, and it wasnât like you werenât getting better at it.
           After coming home Kharag would always be sure to touch you in some manner. Whether it was simply holding you against his bare chest, pushing you down on his erect cock, or pulling orgasms from your smaller member between your legs. Kharag theorized that doing this would make you more receptive to his touches in time and force you to associate him as your husband.
           In return Kharag allowed you to venture out into the village once he arrived home so that you would get some fresh air. You seemed to hate it at first and Kharag could tell that you were too self-conscious, however you seemed to be getting used to the outside interactions.
           Disgusted. Yes, that is the word you would use to describe yourself. You hated your âhusbandâ as he called himself and most of all you hated yourself. The leader of a battalion in the Helios army reduced to a bed warmer of the enemy. Most of all you hated that you felt your body respond to him, felt your legs quiver when hit that spot inside you. You hated that you would put on the nightgowns, the outfits, all of it. You hated..You hated,,,You hatedâŠ
What more was there to hate? What good would it do?
           This was your life now, no one would save you, no one would remember you.
Laying on the couch you stared at yourself in the mirror across the room. It was a nice vanity but the subject within it looked miserable. Your muscles were still well defined, and you looked healthy, healthier than you should, given the circumstances. Your clothing was a pair of baggy pants that widened at your leg and cinched around your ankles, not much different from what some of the younger orcs were seen wearing around the village. The shirt however seemed to mix feminine and masculine elements. The cut looked similar to what Kharag would wear for leisure however the material was much too feminine as it was slightly see through and a cut was made at the chest exposing far too much for a man. You remember trying to explain why you were uncomfortable with the clothes, but he didnât seem to understand what you were talking about.
           You forced yourself to turn away from the mirror and walk upstairs to your shared bed. Maybe you will find some reprieve there.
           You woke up a few hours later and realized that Kharag was still not home. The sun dipped behind the hills with no sign of him. You heard cheering outside and peeked through the window to see a festival of colors and lights outside. The night market must be hosting some orc event. You watched the people from the window for some time before willing yourself the courage to join them. You were unsure if you would ever feel comfortable around these people but your walks with Kharag seemed to help. The women were nice to you and the older women a few houses down always made sure you had enough sweet treats at home. You could tell that Kharag wanted you to socialize more, from the way he would look at you when a neighbor greets you or when the children would want to play. His eyes were hopeful and he seemed to value everyoneâs opinion of you, perhaps orc culture saw their entire tribe as family.
           You walked outside and into the night market. The air was crisp and you almost wanted to grab a coat, however it felt that you would be even more of a sore thumb as most of the villagers were wearing less layers. The venders greeted you eagerly and some of them tried to beckon you over to buy from them. You politely declined them instead as you kept walking, you had no coin with you. Kharag never gave you any money. All your clothes and food were acquired by him instead. You werenât sure if this was part of orc culture or if he just liked having that control over you, or maybe he was just scared you would use it to leave him.
           Outside the edge of the festival area, you see a group of orcs approach your direction. You step to the side and look at a few exotic plants for sale near a lone vender as you wait for them to pass. Their presence however remains behind you, and you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand. You hadnât really interreacted with many orc men other than Kharag since you came here, this would be a first and you hoped they werenât as forward as Kharag.
           You turned around confidently to meet their gazes. Their eyes looked at you as if you were an object to them, their eyes roaming your body. Your confidence waivered at the sheer height distance between you and the orcs before one stepped forward and touched the material of your pant legs.
âDressing you like one of us, is he?â The orc chuckled to himself.
âI do hope you will let me see you without themâ
           You stepped back away from them and gave no answer. Perhaps ignoring them would be for the best. You tried to walk away from them when one of them gripped your shoulder and spun you back around. The strength of the grip nearly knocked you off your feet.
âIâm sorry this idiot didnât mean that. We just wanted to get to know the village human, a lot of people have been talking about you.â His voice was much more friendly than the other and although his tone was light and his words kind, his eyes had a hunger in them you werenât sure you wanted to trust.
           Before you could respond a hand grabbed you from behind and you whipped around to see Kharag towering over and glaring at the three orcs before him.
âWe will be leaving nowâ his tone was flat and serious.
           Kharag grabbed your hand and led you back toward home and you could hear one of them shout at him, calling him a human fetishist. His pace quickened at the accusation, and you wondered if it was true. It would certainly explain why he had those sex toys in the first place as they were most definitely not orc sized.
You sat on your bed and waited for Kharag to join you. Since you two had arrived home he refused to look at you. Was it shame or anger? As you questioned the thought, Kharag came in with a pot of soup, it looked creamy and thick and you wouldnât help but immediately salivate at the sight and you realized how hungry you were. You took the soup from him, and he held a bowl of his own. The two of you ate in silence and went to bed.
           A deep pressure built within you and as your eyes fluttered open you saw Kharag fucking you raw. His cock roughly paced inside you, and you screamed out for him to stop. A jar was opened and the same green slime creature from before was plopped on your dick while Kharagâs dick still hit your prostate. Pleasure built up within you, and you came into the slime which was more than eager to taste it before continuing. The newfound pleasure left you speechless as you clawed at Kharagâs chest in an attempt to make it stop. The slime would slide through your finger at any attempt to pull it off.
           âWhy?â
           The words barely reached your ears, and incoherent stammers left you when trying to respond. He didnât seem to care before continuing. It seemed like he was talking to himself more than you.
âWhat more could you want? I give you everything! My home! My love! Instead, you leave at the slightest chance for some other orc? How could they be better than me? I have experience with your kindâs body, your ecstasy, and yet it means nothing to you? Is it that Iâm not giving you enough attention, do you crave more of me? Perhaps I am missing a part of your human traditions.â
           Through his words you choke out whispered pleads as he pays no mind to your weakened body working through a second orgasm. You can feel tears prick at your eyes you need it to stop. The slime strokes you without mercy and Kharagâs rough thrusts stretch you in ways that demand obedience and sexual satisfaction.
           As you reach your third orgasm the pace from Kharag stops. He looks down at your withering from and stares at the state he has put you in. His eyes are locked onto you, and you canât tell what he is thinking, although you canât focus too much on him as the slime continues to pleasure you. Another orgasm is ripped from you, and Kharag pulls out of you completely, leaving your ass clenching over nothing.
           Kharag grabbed a pair of scissors from a drawer and began to cut the rest of your clothes off of you until you were completely naked and then left the room ignoring your cries. Through the crack of the door, you saw all of your clothes from the closet being carried by him downstairs. Panick filled your lungs and you were horrified by what it could mean. His heavy footsteps carried up the stairs and he look down at your trembling form, the slime still stroking your sensitive cock.
           Kharag coxed the slime back into the jar freeing you from the overstimulation. He dipped his head between your thighs and licked your shaft. You cried out in ecstasy and pain as you were once again stroked, licked, and rubbed. An orc finger was slowly pushed inside your ass and you cried out from the sudden intrusion. It was still quite large for you. A slow pace was set from the finger and another was added, the pace continued until he had three of his fingers inside you.
           He removed his fingers and you felt something even larger push at your entrance. His cocked pushed into you and filled our your ass stretching you uncomfortably. Cries escaped you as you attempted to reason with him. His stance and behaviors were scaring you. No longer was he smiling down at you for calling you pet names, instead he remained with a stone face.
           The pace he set was brutal and you felt like your body would split every time he pounded inside you. The prostate within you was stimulated at every movement forcing you to remain erect, precum leaking out of you. You closed your eyes and tried not to look at him.
           The moment you did however a sharp pain stung you on your nipple, forcing your eyes to shoot back open to see Kharag harshly pinching it. The moment you looked back at him he released your nipple allowing blood flow to return. It didnât take long for you to realize that each time you looked away from him or shut your eyes he would harshly pinch your sensitive buds. This continued until he picked up a faster pace and began to rut inside you. You could tell he was close and you prepared for him to finish.
           Right as it was about to he pulled out of you ass and came on you, hot ropes hitting your naked skin. Copious amounts of semen covered your body, probably four times more than the average human. You carefully sat up and tried not to get the body fluids on any more of the bed sheets.
           A rough hand pushed your body back down and a cold metal object was inserted into you, making your asshole burn with pain that quickly subsided. Did he just put a buttplug in you? Kharag did not say anything and instead tied you to the bed and left. You didnât see him for the rest of the night leaving you cold and exposed with your legs spread wide.
           In the morning Kharag walked back into the room and leaned in to untie your restraints. The smell of booze and smoke stuck to his clothes and skin, leaving you wondering where he ran off to last night. Kisses were placed on your neck as he removed the last of the rope and picked you up to carry you downstairs and placed you on the kitchen floor.
           He nodded toward the fireplace to tell you to cook breakfast. You however felt uncomfortable in this part of the house naked, and you began to demand your clothes back however the look on his face convinced you not to. You did as instructed and made a simple plate of eggs and toast for him, the buttplug in your ass burned as you stood. When he wasnât looking you pulled it out of you and tried to sit it on the table hidden behind a towel however once you took a few steps away to deliver the food a loud bang of metal hitting stone resonated in the air making you freeze.
           Kharag slowly got up and turned to look at the buttplug that had fallen to the floor. He turned back to your naked body still covered in his cum and he quickly grabbed your wrist and closed the distance between you and felt your asshole confirming that you had taken it out.
           You tried to defend yourself and begged for him to understand, however, he grabbed the food from your hands and picked you up with one arm as he sat on the couch. Your ass was pushed down on his large cock spearing you and you were made to feed him his breakfast.
           At every little movement your prostate would be hit by his fat cock and your body had no choice but to react, your nipples became hard and sensitive (something Kharag had accomplished with your body in the last few weeks), and your cock seeping precum. The moment his food was finished he set down the plate and made you bounce on him. He laid back and watched you sloppily grind up and down on him your face embarrassed and uncomfortable.
           An orgasm built up within you and when you were reaching climax he flipped you down and fucked you as your cum hit your chest and face, adding to the humiliating display. Your ass was once again pounded until thick hot cum was dumped inside you. Your ass was pulled up and you were made to keep your ass in the air to keep most of it from spilling out. Kharag grabbed the abandoned buttplug and shoved it back inside you trapping his seed within you. You felt so used and disgusted and all you wanted was to shower this filth off of you and put on your clothes.
For the following days you were never given your clothes back. Kharagâs clothes were hidden from you and the moment he would arrive home he would bend you over and spank you if all the chores werenât done and if you didnât immediately kiss his towering form. Just like his good wife should. Overtime for good behavior he would give you âgiftsâ which consisted of items such as lingerie, collars, nipple clamps, and vibrators. Each gift you were instructed to wear before he went to work and if something was not to his liking, he would strip you of all your âgiftsâ and force you to say sorry as you subjected you another one of his fetishes.
Today you couldnât help but miss the way Kharag used to interact with you. When he would gently hold you and would tell you about his day, back when he was so eager for conversation. Now he barely speaks to you, and you felt the loneliness eating you up. Your lack of clothes prohibited you from going outside for any other conversation and Kharag doesnât even mention going on the outside walks anymore.
A vibrator was put in your ass today and you were wearing a see-through short nightgown and nipple clamps, part of his humiliation. The vibrator was a constant distraction for you, and it randomly made your dick rock hard throughout the day. At this moment in particular it was unbearable. Before you could even think your hands reached out and began to stroke yourself. Your hands played with your tip gently and you sniffed Kharagâs coat draped over the couch. You were so lost in pleasure that you barely noticed the door open and Kharag walked in before staring at the display set before him.
Panik coursed through you and it felt like ice entered your veins. You needed an excuse fast. You walked up to him and grabbed on to his massive frame, your cock brushing his fingers. You told him that you loved him and how much you missed him. You begged for mercy, for his attention, for conversation. In your desperation you couldnât keep track of what you were promising or telling him, your words stammering out.
Kharag looked shocked at your âconfessionsâ, and you could swear you saw tears in his eyes for a moment. He smiled at you and lovingly held you to him as he dropped to his knees, his hold once again so gentle it was as if he thought you were made of glass. His hands rubbed your head and back lovingly.
Tags: Rape, dubious consent, corset, collar, forced orgasm, post orgasm torture, spanking, fingering, clit stimulation, anal fingering, anal, p in v, p in ass, size difference, more smut than plot
His hands glided over the round curves of your ass as his other hand traced the lines of the corset. You sat cautiously on his lap looking down at an attempt to not look at him in the eyes. He had dressed you up like his favorite doll that he was all too eager to play with, high platform heels that were difficult to walk in, garter belts, and a leather corset that forced your breasts to form wonderful cleavage. None however, were as demeaning as the collar that was fastened on your neck with the delicate chain secured to it resting limply in his hands.
It wasnât so much to actually secure you as it was to degrade you, to remind you of your place. The accessory had no lock on it and the chain was thin enough that you could snap it if you tried hard enough, yet it was enough to keep you still, to keep you complicit.
You werenât sure how things became this way in all honesty, that is what you would tell yourself, but you knew it was a lie. You knew exactly how this happened and how in your stupidity you allowed him to take so much autonomy from you. You had simply forgotten that the monster caressing you was so dangerous, so wicked and sadistic.
Your thoughts were shattered into a tiny thousand pieces when he seemed annoyed by your vacant stare and began turning you around. Your ass was turned around so that your stomach lay on the eight-foot-tall creatures lap as he began to grope your ass, chuckling at your stiff body language. You felt him slide the black lacey panties he had dressed you in off your legs and push his slender long fingers inside you stretching you enough to elicit what may have been a moan.
Although you couldnât see his face you could feel a grin forming, having to walk on eggshells around him granted you that ability in time. You focused on not allowing anything else from you encourage him any further as his slow and methodic pace began to demand more from you. The curling of his fingers against your g spot was unmistakable and despite your best wishes your body was beginning to react. Wet squelches began to sound as his pace quickened and your pussy started to become embarrassingly wet.
He must have grown agitated or maybe he just became more excited because you then felt rub your juices onto your clit. His pace inside you did not falter as your clit was stimulated. You squirmed on him and tried to crawl off him as a wave of pleasure began to build inside you. You heard him laugh to him self and grab on to secure you as your legs tightened and you felt waves of pleasure crash over you and shake from the overstimulation of a rough orgasm.
The tiniest whine escaped you and you then heard him grab something from next to the sofa chair and cold silicone pressed against your clit. The sheer overstimulation from the sensation of the vibration was enough to finally break any composer you tried to maintain and gasps or moans began to escape you. Your abused clit was pressed hard against the vibrating wand and you tried to kick yourself off of him, anything to get away from this overbearing sensation. Your ass was squeezed hard, a warning to remind you to behave for him.
You tried your best to be good and not move too much but that proved to be impossible as another orgasm was ripped from you and then another. His fingers then slide into your ass and began fingering you anally as you came around nothing. By the end of it you were shaking and a puddle of you had dripped onto his lap. The slightest touch of your legs would make you jolt and tears stained your eyes. In the past you had tried to beg him to stop but over the course of these few months you had learned that it not only excited him but that not begging only irritated him. He liked the thrill and it proved that there was no real winning for you.
He stood up from the chair and picked up your weak body from the floor and walked you over to the bed. It was made for his size and you had to be helped to make it onto it. As you lay sprawled out you felt a toy be pushed inside your pussy but you were to weak to argue. It was turned on and you felt tears form at the corners of your eye as the overstimulation was too much for you to bear yet your exhausted body could barely move.
Your ass pointed up by him and you felt him finger your ass once more adding even more fingers stretching you out. He leaned over you and you could see his inhuman pale face grinning down at you begging you to say something, to curse him out or even to pull away. You closed your eyes in response and tried to pretend you were anywhere else.
His hard dick was pressed against your ass and your eyes shot up in fear. You had taken him before but not there. You were in no way stretched out enough there for his sheer girth or length. You tried to beg him not to. You even tried to reason with him and strike deals with him. Promises that you would be good or that you would do whatever he wanted. You turned around and crawled toward him, holding on to him and giving him all the attention he desired. Playing the role of the perfect fuck toy. It had worked in the past after all.
This time however he didnât seem so interested in your promises as he turned you back around and pushed himself into your ass. The stretch made you scream out in pain and no matter how hard you tried to pull away from him or pull his hands off of you, his grip was stronger. Once he had fit most of it inside you he stroked your sobbing body and spoke.
âMaybe next time.â
He began to thrust inside you at a slow pace and you sobbed for him to stop. You abused ass felt like it couldnât take any more and the vibrator inside your pressed up against the walls of your pussy as he moved inside you, abusing your pussy further. It frustrated you that such a slow pace from him was enough to make you act like this. The chain of the collar was pulled reminding you of his control over you.
The pace began to become more erratic and rough until he pulled the vibrator out of you deciding that it was annoying him. He began fucking you like an animal, his calm and controlled demeaner disappearing. Hot hard slaps were placed on your ass cheeks causing you to yelp in pain. You knew you would have bruises tomorrow.
Just as you certainly wouldnât be able to take much more he came inside you. His toned hips snapped against you in a few more thrust before collapsing over you. He groaned and pulled you close to him propping you up with him as he situated himself on the bed. He held you almost as if you were a couple and what had happened was normal. He tossed you your underwear he had thrown onto the bed earlier and when he saw that your legs were too sore to put them back on, he slide them on for you.
The tv was switched on and you knew how the rest of the night would go. He would keep you in his room not allowing you to go back to your own. You donât know the last time you were allowed back there; the visits had become so short and infrequent.
When the movie ended you were finally released from the rest of the outfit. Your feet could finally relax along with your back as the shoes and corset fell to the floor. Laying down he pulled you close to him and played with your breasts as he fell asleep.
m fat demon duke x f reader. He is head over heels for her but she is not interested in him. So he kidnaps her, ties her up and starts undressing and fondling her. He also buries his face at her pussy saying delectable she is.
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Fat Demon Duke x F Reader (M/F)
Word Count: 1882
Tags: M/F, oral, fingering, deflowering, marriage, mild nipple play, bound by rope, lots of plot, fat demon
The large duke stuffed himself with the finest wines and meats at the head of the beautiful dark stained table. Before him sat nervous looking lords and ladies afraid to meet his eye as the self-proclaimed noble sloppily gorged himself. He was a demon of gluttony that had conquered the large territory (fun fact itâs called a duchy and is where the title of Duke comes from) in the northern area of the Viceastan empire. The empire had been under attack for the last few years by opposing forces and more and more territory was being controlled by the opposing hellish army. This northern territory was the latest massive loss to Viceastan.
The lords and ladies averted their gaze from the duke and tried to ignore the wet smacking of lips and gulps as he devoured the feast set before them. They had been kept prisoners within their own castes and estates, forced to attend the frequent feasts the demon hosted.
To the demon Behemah however, the feasts were just one way to see you. As a lady you would be forced to attend the party along with the other nobles and he was willing to host the finest foods and wines for you. He made sure you would sit close to him as he forced you to listen to his tales of conquest and fame.
You however, couldnât care less; you hated the way he chewed on his food and how his eyes never seemed to leave your form unless he was eyeing his next plate of food. This was to be expected however as he was a demon of gluttony. You always felt so uncomfortable around him and yet you had started to fear him more as he had become more demanding of your presence and conversation. You swear you caught him onetime briefly touching himself as you talked and refused to look him in the eye for the rest of the night.
Once Behemah began to dream of you he knew he must have you. He started attempting to court you more aggressively from arriving at your house unannounced to forcing you to sit with him in the rose gardens. He even began to cut deals with the other nobles so that they would be receptive to the idea of him courting you. He didnât necessarily need their approval, but it helped him if no one around you echoed your fears or were empathetic to your worries towards him.
However, no matter what, your gaze did not soften to him, nor did you become more receptive to him. After all these months he would not let his time go to waste. Why couldnât you realize that he was your best option? He was rich, powerful, and so patient with you. Clearly you just didnât realize what a great opportunity you were missing out, if only he could show you instead.
One night you had once again been summoned by the demon soldiers to attend the duke in his castle. You begrudgingly got dressed in your court clothes and rode the carriage up the gloomy hill. When you exited the carriage, you realized that you were the only one there. This was not typical as there were usually other carriages outside indicated that other nobles were also summoned. The demons ignored your apprehensive body language and guided you into the castle.
The question cut the air like a hot knife, and you felt your cheeks flush. You tried to stammer out an answer, but he beat you to it.
âI can give you all these riches, but you barely even look at me, is there someone else you wish to marry?â
He spoke with a calm and casual tone which caused your brain to flutter around in a storm of emotions trying to answer him. You had guessed he was most likely attempting to court you but you thought that if you just tried to ignore it then he would find someone else. He had proved this to be the wrong tactic. You realized he was still staring at you and you stammered out the only answer you could think of without offending him.
âOh well Itâs only appropriate if you ask my father as its not appropriate for a lady such as me to-to make such an important decision and without my chaperons of course.â
You answered slowly and carefully while analyzing his gaze. He seemed relieved by your answer and happily began devouring his dessert after nodding to a butler at the door. A short time later your father was escorted into the room in his business attire. He seemed extremely nervous and sat next to you and began negotiations with the demon next to you.
Relief filled your body as you realized that your dad was here and could get you out of this. If he was able to reject these courting proposals, you would be home in no time. The large duke would no longer eye you at every function or force you to eat dessert with him. This dream however, came crashing down when you realized your father was accepting not only the courting proposal but also a marriage proposal. You locked eyes with your father, and he looked sorry but stood up and shook hands with Duke Behemah.
You felt like you were going to throw up and mind raced at you were guided back home and not until you were at home and sitting down did you snap out of it and begin screaming and hitting at your dad. Your mother held her hands over her mouth at the scene but did not intervene. Your dad stood up towering over you.
âStop this childish behavior! Do you realize what this means for you? You have security, safety and wealth through this marriage! What do you think happens to the nobles when our empire falls? Our power is waning and there is no go guarantee we can maintain our positions or wealth in the future; we are dependent on his good graces. Do you want to end up living on the streets?â
His outburst startled you and your mother walked over to rub your fatherâs back while she looked at you.
âThis really is good for you dear, we have already spoken to Duke Behemah, and he was very adamant that he would take care of you. He assured us that he would adhere to his husbandly obligation to you and take care of us.â
You took a step back unable to believe this. They knew all along and allowed him to do this without informing you? You felt betrayed and refused to even look at them before your father spoke again and hit the final nail in the coffin.
âThe courting period will last two weeks and then your marriage is set to be the Sunday of the 15th.â
The duke was ecstatic to officially court you. He had gone ahead and planned a leisurely stroke by the river while your parents chaperoned a few paces behind. Your eyes still refused to meet him and in your anger, you refused to converse with him. The bad attitude barely managed to irritate the duke who continued to court you and took you to daily outings throughout the two-week period.
On the day of the wedding you were dressed in an elaborate and expensive light blue dress adorned with expensive trim and your hair was beautifully braided. The veil was made of a rich white material that hung over your face and hair.
Despite how beautiful you looked in the dress you didnât feel happy. Despite how many people told you this was a good thing you couldnât see the appeal. How could you be happy marrying a demon that had conquered your land? How could this thing even be a good husband?
You quietly went through the marriage and the nobles seemed ecstatic that you were getting married. It didnât take long for you to figure out how many of them were promised to keep their title if you married the duke within those two weeks. The marriage ceremony was very quick and once it was over some type of demon came to the altar to complete another marriage ceremony. Rope was wrapped over your and his hands and some kind of soil poured on your hands.
âNow we are bound in Hell too!â he said as if it was something to be proud of.
Once the wedding died down you were brought back to the castle and were guided to the bedroom. Oh god was he thinking of doing this now?! You tried to change the topic and even tried to wriggle out of his arms as the duke tried to undress you. You screamed when he tried to unlace your dress and it seemed to even startle him.
âI thought this might happen.â He said it nonchalantly as if it unfazed him. He pushed you onto a chair and held you down as he tied your arms and legs to the side of the chair forcing your legs up. His strength was a reminder of how you would never be able to escape him.
You cried out to him with pleads for him to stop as he cut your dress over your chest and ripped the top to expose your breasts. He began to fondle your breasts and rolling the nipples between his fingers racking sobs from you. It didnât help that despite your best wishes you could feel your body reacting to him and soon he would take your virginity.
Your nipples were sucked in his mouth and a hand trailed up your thighs and began rolling around your clit. His attention was then completely diverted to between your thighs and his head dipped between your legs and a tongue swirled your sensitive clit before he began licking your cunt as if you were the most delicious thing heâs ever tasted.
He moaned into your pussy, and he continued to play with your clit with his tongue as his fat fingers pushed inside of you and filled you with pleasure as they curled and hit your g spot. You heard him moaning how tasty you were as you come over his face.
Sweat stuck to your body and yet he didnât stop. He continued to abuse your body over and over forcing you to continue cumming for him. Your clit was swollen and abused as he began sucking on it forcing your body to twitch and shake from the continued stimulation. You begged him to stop for hours, and your voice was sore from the screaming.
The duke finally looked up at you from his place between your legs, your fluids dripping off of his face. He smiled at you and stroked your breasts before caressing your face.
âI couldnât ask for a tastier duchess.â
P.S. Forgot about the kidnapping part until after i posted it please forgive meeee anon!
I usually donât specific much about the reader and leave it up to you all to determine what they look like. I have a few issues with body image so I try not to focus on the readers body type too much. For chubby readers the most I will do is probably vaguely mention at the start of the story that they might not be very fit or have some body image issues only if it is relevant to the immersion of the story. If you have some ideas feel free to dm me and I can work through if Iâm comfortable writing a story with a certain element in it.
Some of yall are weird as hell because why am I seeing #irlyandere posts? Like no you should not want to be a âreal life yandereâ or âdarlingâ. Thatâs weird and a lot of yall are minors trying to online date these âyanderesâ. Itâs called abuse not âirl yandereâ. Donât read my fucked up stories thinking that itâs romantic or something that should be recreated in real life. Also stop reposting my content in these groups. I do not want my content read by minors and I donât want you to glorify these scenarios.
Ohhhhhh I never really made a part 4 due to the 3rd part not getting as much attention. I would love to write a part 4 for you as I really liked the characters. Let me know if there is anything you would really want to see in a part 4!
Tags: nipple torture, rape, noncon, sex toys, pussy portal, pocket pussy portal, sex magic, sex as a means of control, monster x human
Words: 756
Check out Part One,
Lindel couldnât believe you were avoiding him. He noticed how you never came home anymore and how you stayed locked away in your room. How could you do this to him? He made you feel good. He made you moan and whine as his cock fucked you. But now you go and run off with some childhood male friend? No, he couldnât let this happen. He tried to be courteous and waited for you to come home to sleep but he couldnât wait any longer. He pulled out the pocket pussy and began to prepare to fuck it when he saw a car pull up to your driveway. He watched you wave at the man in the car and pull a suitcase out of the closet and walk upstairs to your room. Oh, gods were you packing to leave forever? No, he couldnât allow this. He dropped the toy and pulled out his drawer to grab the synthetic boobs he grabbed from the sex store. In his jealousy he had also placed a curse on your tits, but he had been hesitant to use them. Unlike the pussy curse this one would allow you to feel everything.
The moment you walked downstairs to open the front door Lindel pinched the nipples on the toy hard and watched you gasp in pain clutching your breasts. You looked around scared and tried to grab the bag and run out the door but Lindel wouldnât accept it. He shoves the toy onto himself and began to fuck it as hard as he could with his right hand while pinching your nipples with his left every time you tried to reach for your bag. He wouldnât make this easy for you.
A smile took upon his face when he saw the man from the car walk up to the front door probably wondering why it was taking so long. The front door opened slightly, and he heard you scream for him not to come inside, you wouldnât want someone to see you in such a predicament. He could tell you were frightened of what was happening and even more so when your friend was standing on the other side of the door confused. Lindel saw you wave at the man and he assumes you told him to leave realizing that this wouldnât be over quickly.
Once you were alone Lindel stopped fucking you and began sucking and gently touching the nipples, he knew how much they hurt. He watched from the window as you threw off your shirt and bra and stared at your swollen tits. They looked sore and red, âoh how mean I amâ he thought to himself. He rubbed a bit of aloe vera on them and watched you jump from the sensation. The aloe was gently rubbed on your nipples as he rolled them between his fingers. The toy began to mimic your skin texture as he touched them revealing bright red swollen nipples.
He watched you shakily get up and attempt to crawl back upstairs, but a firm hold on your nipple reminded you what kind of power he had over you. You instead sat on the couch with glassy eyes and tears.
Your nipples were on fire and any touch of them made you squirm in pain. This was vastly different from when you would be fucked by the invisible cock. With your nipples you could see what was happening to you. How the nipples would be pulled and pinched in different directions and the pain oh god the pain. You had never had anyone pinch your nipples this hard. You felt so alone and vulnerable sitting on the couch and waiting for whatâs next. Would he begin fucking you again, pinch your nipples? Or maybe something else.
For the rest of the day you felt no phantom hands or appendages touch you, as if this invisible force was sorry for hurting you. Unknowingly to you your troublesome neighbor was only beginning.
Lindel sat in his room staring at the toys in front of him and crying. How could he ever truly get close to you if he couldnât even guarantee you staying here? You wanted to leave him and there was only so much he could do! He held the toys close to him as he wanted nothing more than to truly know you. He couldnât taste you through the pocket pussy or truly feel your skin and soft nipples through the synthetic boobs. None of these toys would ever truly be enough.
