I'm looking for this werewolf story that I thought was written by you, but I scrolled down your whole blog and all I can find is the story with the scientist taking their assistant to investigate a werewolf den and having them get fucked by all the werewolves, which I know isn't the one. the story I'm thinking of is in a lab setting, with a bunch of scientists putting together an infertile person with a werewolf (or other similar monster?) who normally will fuck until it detects a successful pregnancy, but since the person is infertile it will fuck them until it physically can't anymore. I'm pretty sure you didn't write it but it seems you're at least somewhat involved with the monsterfucking writing community as a whole so I'm wondering if either you or one of your followers might have read it and could point me to it? thanks a bunch <3
I don't think I wrote that one but it sounds great. I hope someone can point you in that direction
Well actually I have been quite frequent here, just not been posting because life has not been condusive to writing smut as my creative outlet.
I did however venture into a sex game because (surprise surprise) one of my favorite visuals are games of monsterfucking. This one is less of my usual of the protaganist being on the receiving end, as she is the one engaging everything.
Regardless, I came for the hentai but stayed because the gameplay is actually rather good. It doesn't have the saves which I like, so you start at the start and then go until you die, level up things and then start again but it really is a rather well made game.
So if you want to be lowkey horny but grind on a game (I'm fucking hilarious) then check out Scarlet Maiden. Go watch some gameplays for it, it has very well done pixel art too.
For the love of peaches someone please send me a prompt. I'm lost and cannot find one that makes my brain go FUCK YEAH MONSTER. Vague or specific, if I can spin it I will.
A magic monster dildo. It gains power as you use it until eventually it can take its full form. In the middle of using it, suddenly it becomes an actual monster and starts fucking you.
The little out of the way oddities shop was a little rundown, but you'd been through this kind of place before. They always had that specific smell, depending on what was stocked it could be musty, a faint formaldehyde or even a perfume smell. But every one of them had it. This one had something even more odd, a heavy odour that was musty with a hint of petrichor. It was actually somewhat pleasant, and you wondered about the source. Eventually as you perused the random assortment of bones the shopkeeper popped out of the back.
"Hello there! I thought I heard the door. Are you looking for something specific or just browsing?" The stout older lady asked you with a smile.
"Oh, just looking for the odds and ends I'd like to add to my collection." You told her with a smile of your own, then pointed at a particular bone, "Is this a baculum?"
The lady perked up, "Why yes it is! Raccoon to be precise."
You two chatted about bones for a small while until she let you wander more, retreating once again to the back. You were looking at some small fertility figures when the lady came back out with a medium sized box, setting it on the counter beside you.
"Now it isn't everyone I show this to, but I thought it might interest you!" she said as she opened it, the dark wood lined with a deep green silk cushion. In the middle was a rather odd shaped phallus made from a deep grey transparent glass, the base complete with a rather generous pair of testicles. It was thick and textured with veins, and a slight S curve along the length making the end tipped upwards. The tip was obscured by a foreskin, the thickness making you wonder just what the shape would be.
Your mind started to wander to if it would be like a man's mushroom head, a flared horse cock, or a dog's conical tip. You snapped back as she kept talking.
"The last seller, an older lady come her from Germany, said she'd gotten it at an estate sale from a wealthy bloke whose wife had mysteriously disappeared some years before his death. This was one of the random things that had been in her wardrobe when it got sold off. She said only a truly curious person should have it, whatever that might have meant." She chuckled, and you smiled at her as she continued, "I suppose you're the first person to bring it to mind, what with the baculum bones and all. Would you consider adding it to your collection?"
"I... suppose it's piqued my interest. Did she ever say what it was made from?" You asked, staring at the impressively detailed odd cock.
"She said she thought it was crystal when she first got it, but I'd reckon this is some kind of coloured glass. Anyways, I'll tuck this at the register and let you browse more and mull this one over. Call me when you need me!" She breezed off, leaving you staring at the figurines without really looking at them.
Looking around you found the items that you wanted, bringing them to the register. When you rung out to decided why not, a random weird dick wasn't the weirdest thing in your house. It would get a really good laugh from some of your friends too.
Soon you were on your way home, everything tucked neatly in your passenger seat. You kept thinking about the cock, and as you unpacked things to your collection you left the wooden box for last.
Bringing it to your bed, you sat down and opened it, taking out what you essentially thought of as an old fashioned dildo. An expensive old fashioned dildo, this level of detail in glass would not have been cheap. You looked it over, your fingers rubbing along the smooth surface.
It wasn't quite as thick as your wrist, but it was as long as your forearm, and you weren't a small person. Tracing over the veins, you kept finding your mind wandering to just where it would hit you thrusting in and out. You decided after a quick clean it wouldn't hurt to try it out. Your weekend just started and you had no plans, a rare thing indeed. Time to enjoy yourself.
Once both you and the dildo were cleaned, you took your time with your fingers and your imagination to make yourself ready to take in the hard cock of some beast, you finally positioned the cock's head to push into your now wet pussy. As it slid into you slowly you moaned, the filling feeling unlike the other dildos you had. You were so close to cumming before it was fully inside of you, slowly pushing it in and out as it stretched your pussy delectably.
You shuddered as you finally buried it to the hilt, gasping with pleasure as you slide it out halfway and bury it back inside you. You started stroking your clit and fucking yourself with the dildo, enjoying the feeling of its curved and veins inside you.
You kept getting vague pictures of a large grey humanoid creature in your head as you plunged the dildo into you over again, like it was the one fucking you. This kept going as you started crying out, at last burying it inside you and arching off the bed. You squirted and tears came to your eyes, collapsing back onto the bed.
"Holy shit. I should have put a towel down." You remarked to yourself, laying there in surprise on your bed.
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You eventually got enough energy to get up and clean up everything. After some food and some TV you found yourself back at your bed, thinking about the dildo again. It sat on your bedside table, as you looked at it you remembered the amazing orgasm you got the last time and wanted more.
Grabbing the dildo you decided it might be fun to ride it. Putting a towel down, you didn't really have to do much to make yourself ready, already wet with the memory from earlier. You lowered yourself on it, throwing your head back as you sank down. The filling feeling was just as good as the first time, and soon you were riding it full force.
Again images came to your mind, a little sharper as large grey hands held your hips, urging you to sink their cock deeper inside you, and you obliged. Slamming down on the cock you felt your need burst and your chest fell forwards, one hand moving the dildo in and out of you while the over arm prevented you from face planting into the bed.
You shuddered and squirted again, not quite ready to let this end you fucked yourself with the dildo a little more. Riding the last of your orgasm and pulling out the dildo you gave one last squirt, moaning into the bed.
Finally you stopped shaking so bad, slowly collapsing onto your side. With some embarrassment you realized you had drooled during that orgasm. Using the towel you wiped yourself as best as you could and crawled under the sheets, putting the dildo onto the bedside table and falling asleep.
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You woke up in the middle of the night, super horny after some hazy dreams with the grey creature and you fucking each other. You didn't even think as you grabbed the dildo and flipped onto your hands and knees, sinking your chest down. You moaned as you lubed up the head of the dildo with your wet pussy, slowly pushing it in. You didn't fully put it in, teasing yourself with only pushing it do far before sliding it until just the head was still inside, then slowly pushing it in just a bit further. As you did this you noticed it was nice and warm and almost felt like it was throbbing inside you. As it finally filled you all the way you let out a very loud "oh god yes, fuck me" and arched your back.
The next thing you knew two hands grabbed yours, bringing them behind your back. "What the-" you started as you were surprised, only to be cut off as one of the large hands held your arms in back behind your back and forced your face into the bed. Suddenly the dildo didn't quite feel like a dildo, it was definitely throbbing. You moaned as it slowly pulled out of you, a deep sound of pleasure coming from behind you. You gasp as it pushed back inside, the angle different and hitting you in all the right ways.
You couldn't stop your moaning as you started to get slowly fucked, a second hand on your hip holding you still. You were getting a slow burn, enjoying the way it felt building inside you. On the next pull back the cock was pulled out of you, and you made a sound of protest. When your arms were released you rolled onto your back, meaning to see what the devil had happened.
A large grey humanoid creature just as you had dreamed was already crawling on top of you, deep red eyes fixed on you. There was a pair of black curling rams horns coming from a thick head of black wavy hair, with goat-like ears and a nose and mouth between a human's and a goat's snout. The deep red eyes locked into yours as their large hands found your body.
With a gentle touch you were pushed down onto your back, a knee sliding between your legs to part them. You looked down to see a cock, the same shape as your dildo but definitely flesh, very erect between their legs.
Had you not taken the very same shape three times in the past twelve hours you would have been wary of this fitting.
A hand slipped under your leg and lifted it around the creature's hip, and their head broke your view of the cock that you wanted so badly as a mouth started playing with your nipple.
You moaned and instinctively put your arms around them, one hand burying in their hair on the back of their head and the other sliding down their back. You felt more than you heard the deep throaty sound come from them as you touched them, and found yourself enjoying whatever this was immensely.
Both your nipples were given thorough attention, but you wanted to feel that cock inside of you again. With the hand on the back of their head you slowly tightened your grip on their hair, bringing them up to look at you. Reaching your hand down, you found their cock and grasped it firmly, stroking it back and forth while biting your lip. This was apparently a universal enough signal and you got a growl from them. Shifting back to their knee between your legs you found yourself staring at the cock. Finally taking your hand and stroking it from the tip back you find your answer to what precisely was under the foreskin.
The tip was almost like a man's but a little more bulbous, and you moaned a bit as you remembered the slow burn from earlier. You guided the tip to your pussy, moaning as they pushed the tip in. Their hand came to your clit and started stroking, the other grabbing the bend of your knee and opening you up more to them. Between the quickening pace on your clit and the way they moved the tip of their cock just inside you, you wanted more.
You wanted to be fucked, and you didn't want it to be gentle. Looking into their eyes you heard yourself say, "Please fuck me. I need you to come inside me."
It was like a dam broke inside them, and their hand left your clit and grabbed your other leg. With both of them now your knees were pushed towards your chest, and now you were at their mercy. Bracing themselves on your bed you cried out as they pushed inside you with force.
They tipped their head back and closed their eyes, deep in your pussy and throbbing. You whimpered, wiggling beneath them. When they opened their eyes they pulled out and pushed inside your again, watching as you moan.
This continued with them picking up the pace until finally you were being properly fucked. You cried out and made sure they knew exactly when they did it just right, not wanting this to end.
As you were getting close they leaned back, hands on your legs to make sure they stayed open. They started fucking you and you cried out louder, grabbing the sheets as their cock slid in and out. They hit you just the right way with every stroke and you wanted more, hips moving to meet theirs, trying to bury their cock inside you even deeper. You were lost in the ecstasy, this creature filling you and fucking you and you started to orgasm.
You didn't start squirting until a few orgasms in, but they didn't stop burying their cock inside you, taking all your pleasure in and making you shudder under their intense stare.
You watched as they tilted their head back, grabbing your waist and jarring you with their next few strokes, bringing on another crashing orgasm as you felt their cock twitch and pulse inside you. You were being filled with cum and it made you orgasm harder, crying out "yes please fill me".
They groaned at your words, hips bucking a few more times against use as they bent forwards and laid their head on your chest, one hand on your hip and the other behind your head. You wrapped your legs around their hips and arms around their shoulders. You held onto them as you felt their body shudder as their cock kept pumping you full of cum. You kept holding them as you felt the last shudder of their entire body, and their cock stopped twitching. Still they stayed like this, and you didn't really mind.
You must have dozed off, because you woke up to no one with you in the bed. When you sat up you felt the dildo inside you. You slowly pulled it out and gush of cum came with it, followed by a steady drip. You looked at the dildo, the cum, the dildo and the cum again.
"You better come fuck me again, we're not done until I can't walk." You said, pouting at the dildo. It warmed and throbbed in your hand, making you smile and stroke it lovingly.
Voices, deep and receding. The creaking of hinges, shutting of a heavy door, and a bolt sliding into place. She knew these sounds, they roused her into consciousness, but she didn't know why she was still so drowsy. Now all she heard was a faint buzzing, her head was starting to clear.
She didn't know where she was and she couldn't move.
Panic set in, she struggled against her bindings, tried to make sounds but was gagged. It took a bit for her panic to subside, she was panting and tears ran down her face. Her eyes were at least uncovered. She looked up, the blaring light of the lamp from above her head obscured anything past the stand that held it. It was that way all around her, lamps pointed at her face making it impossible to see into the dark past them.
She was tied down, spread eagle. She had clothes on, but they weren't hers. A very basic thin old fashioned chemise with sleeves down to the elbows, bunched up at her knees. She strained, her eyes trying to peer into the dark, her ears trying to hear anything. Nothing. All she got was the buzz of the lights and absolutely nothing in the darkness. Panic began to creep into her again, her chest heaving as she tried to quell it.
Her head snapped to her right, a sound. Scraping of metal, like something was opened. She froze, her eyes wide. She was helpless, she knew it, and she was afraid of whatever was there. She didn't know why she was here, she didn't know who brought her here, and she didn't have any way out.
She waited, waited for any sort of sound to know what was happening. Suddenly she had a hand on her jaw, another in her hair, wrenching her head to the left. Her scream came out muffled, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Open your eyes." The voice was insistent, low and forceful. It has made her jump and whimper. She gave a small shake of her head, which was only met by a small snarl and a jolt as the hands move her head sharply up. The voice came closer now, "Open. Your. Eyes."
She whimpered again, fighting back tears, and slowly opened her eyes. There wasn't much to see, thick forearms coming from the darkness, a vague outline of someone. The hand in her hair let go, moving to her mouth. She shook, not knowing what was going to happen to her.
The hand freed something, the gag no longer restricting air. It still held her mouth open, with a ring of metal not letting her close her jaw. The hand on her jaw turned her head back to her left, and she started to struggle again.
There was the tip of a cock staring her down, a small bead glistening on the top. It twitched as she started struggling, the second hand coming back to her head to hold it still. She tried to scream again, but it was already in her mouth. She heard a sigh of pleasure, the cock pushing further and into her throat.
She felt a small twinge echo in her body at the sound, but fear kept it at bay as the cock opened up her throat.
She gagged, her eyes watering, but she couldn't do anything as it kept sliding in and out of her mouth. Sometimes her air got cut off until she almost passed out, just letting her get a breath in before starting it all over again. When that seemed to be no fun, she started to get throat fucked.
Relentlessly, on and on as she heard more grunts and moans. Her face getting slapped by his balls, until finally his hips bucked, once, twice, thrice and slamming the cock all the way into her throat. She felt the balls contract, the cock twitch, and thick, sticky heat spill into her throat. The cock was pulled out of her throat, still spurting cum all over her face as the hand from her jaw idly stroked it.
She sobbed as a ball was once again pushed into the gag. "Good girl." Was all that was said before her head was released, and he disappeared.
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She had been face fucked at irregular intervals, until she was told "good girl, now get some rest."
She had drifted off into sleep eventually, coming to as she felt something touching her arm. She snapped awake, remembering the assault on her mouth before. The jolt as she strained against the ties holding her caused the hand to pull back, she stared at the same forearm from before.
Again the hand rested on her arm, lightly snaking up to her shoulder. Her breath was heavy, she was stiff from fear. Maybe something more. The loose fabric was slid down her shoulder, and she jumped as the other shoulder was pulled down too. The touches were light, careful even, and as the shoulder were freed the hands moved beneath the edges of the fabric. Hooking the loose edge, they crept inwards, towards her chest.
Once a finger found the soft slope of her breast the hands moved to engulf both of her breasts, pushing the fabric down, groping her with need. She gasped at the sudden grip, and a moan escaped her as her nipples were pinched. She froze, mortified at herself. Mortified at her body, a dull ache starting at the touch.
A sound of approval came from him, egging on her want for something so, so wrong. One of the hands started to wander, leaving her uncovered and exposed, trailing down her stomach, slow and deliberate. Passing over her hip, coming to the edge of the chemise, and slowly tugging it up. She tried to close her knees, not successful, and struggling as the edge slowly crept further up her thigh.
Another surprised moan escaped her as her nipple was slapped, the hand moving to the other one to toy with it as the sting subsided. Another sound of approval came as her hips were exposed, the hand running along her pubic mound. She shivered as a finger toyed with her folds, teasing but not probing further.
Another slap made her moan again, the other nipple getting attention as the new sting subsided. She could feel her body reacting, getting worked up with want. She had her eyes shut tight, trying to fight it.
Her nipples were being doted on, toyed with and pleasured as the other hand stroked her anywhere but her clit and pussy, wandering between her thighs, up her side, beneath her ass. A few more slaps teasing her nipples made her squirm and moan, the stroking frustrating her as she never got touched in the place that ached.
The next thing she knew both hands were gone, and her ribs were straddled. The ball was freed from the gag and a hand on the back of her head pushed her chin to her chest. She stared at the cock sitting between her tits, then shifted her gaze up to the face somewhere in the darkness. Her head was propped up by something and both hands came to her tits, shoving them around the cock and teasing her nipples again.
The cock moved forwards, and she caught the tip in her mouth, licking at it as her tits were fucked and caressed. Soft moans started coming from her throat as she heard grunts from above, and she closed her eyes and focused on the precum from the cock in her mouth. She opened her eyes as her tits were released and she was no longer straddled, instead being face fucked again. She gagged less, tears streaming down her face as again she was denied air only to be given a gasp before it started again. Soon enough the thrusting started, until finally she could feel the cock twitch and pull out of her mouth. Strings of saliva still clung from her mouth to the tip, breaking away as her ribs here straddled again and the cock stroked.
It started to twitch and she watched as cum spilled onto her tits, the cock once again coming to her mouth until her throat was full and she tongued the salty taste.
The groans and grunt subsided, and the cock was pulled from her mouth. The ball was replaced in the gag, her head was let down again and she was left alone again, slightly dizzy and aching.
Sleep came to her eventually, this time more peaceful.
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This time it was a hand on her ankle, and she started awake again. The hand held firm, lifting her leg up. She made a surprised sound while another cuff was placed onto her ankle. It was repeated on the second, and her ankles were being kept open by a bar. With pressure her knees were bent, her ankles pressed down until her knees were on either side of her chest and she was spread open. She squirmed, unsure of what awaited her. She heard a click as she was locked into this position, and hands grasped her breasts.
She gasped and then moaned, her nipples again being teased and toyed with. One of the hands moved down her stomach, finding the parts of her that ached. Teasing them again, making her whimper and arch her back. Something in the back of her mind told her that this was disgraceful, but the rest of her didn't care. She ached, she wanted. She wanted so bad. He'd gotten plenty from her, she wanted something now.
A muffled "yes" escaped her as a finger flitted over her clit, circling it. She whined, then gasped as her tit was slapped.
"I'm going to fuck what's left of those brains out of you, you slut." The words were said harsh, with no remorse as a finger circled around her wet pussy. She moaned, grinding her hips against the hand. She wanted those fingers in her so bad. She wanted to be stretched, filled, and fucked.
A finger started to slowly, lazily drag itself across her clit. Back and forth, over and over she rolled, she arched, she bucked, trying to get more from it. She kept being denied, nothing was enough. Her moans became more and more pleading, until she was left without any touch. A sob escaped her throat, and she thrashed as much as her restraints would let her.
As suddenly as the touch was gone, she was filled. She gasped as his cock slid into her without regards. She quickly switched to making throaty groans as he slowly slid out of her, almost taking his cock all the way out, only to thrust into her again. She felt him pulsing inside of her, the throb as he held himself buried as far as he could inside her. She grinded against him, wanting to feel him fuck her just like he said.
His hands grasped her tits, teasing the nipples between the stinging slaps, still not moving. She couldn't move enough to get what she wanted, making frustrated sounds between the moans and gasps. It was after one particularly loud protest that she felt a hand clamp around her throat, he leaned forwards and brought a hand to her clit. Slowly he stroked her, making her mad as he squeezed the sides of her throat and brought her closer with his throbbing and stroking.
Just as she was gasping near the edge, he stopped, pulling out and away from her. She whined and shivered as the heat and pleasure were gone. She was close to tears, wanting to be filled and toyed with and fucked.
"I never said I'd fuck you right now." There was a cruel smile in the voice, and she was left alone again.
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The next time she was awoken it was from a finger on her clit. Slowly stroking it, making her moan sleepily as she both woke up and became aroused again, recalling the events of last time. Slowly stroking, up and down, over and over, firm but not hard. She arched at the hand as it moved down and to her pussy, sliding in and making a wet sound followed by a sound of approval from him.
The finger found her g spot, slowly stroking it as a thumb took up her clit and made her gasp and moan even more. Muffled "fuck", "god yes please" and other unintelligible sounds came from behind the gag as her pussy was worked into a dripping mess.
As her noises became louder and she got closer a hand came to her throat again, squeezing again while she started to crest into orgasm. She screamed against the gag and arched again, pulling against her restraints as her legs shook. She was finally coming, and she loved it.
The fingers were relentless and they kept going, kept pushing her farther and farther into orgasm, making her moan and beg, torn between having enough and needing more. Her sounds came to another crescendo as she felt herself get pushed over the edge.
She started to squirt and shuddered as the wet heat flowed out of her, the liquid bursting from around his fingers. The fingers slipped out, and were replaced by his cock fucking her.
She was filled and fucked and drowning in pleasure as he pounded her. She was crying out from another orgasm as he halted inside her, his hips bucking a couple of times, loving how his balls convulsed and his cock throbbed as he came inside her, giving some short thrusts as he finished filling her with his cum.
She sighed as he pulled out, feeling the slow drip of cum out of her pussy.
She watched him walk around to her head, stroking her hair. "Do you want my friends to fuck you too?" He asked her.
She nodded, her eyes half closed in ecstasy, looking at the shadow of his fave.
"What a good slut, willing to be filled." He told her, and she let her eyes close as he walked away.
She heard more voices approaching, and sighed as she thought of how much cum she would be filled with.
You wiped a drop of sweat off of your forehead and sighed as you completed the last reinforcement spell on the apothecary's arched windows. They brightened the dark room with a green glow for a few moments before dissipating as you withdrew your hand, a sign that they would be working.
Based on the skywatcher’s reports, an exceptionally strong hurricane would be sweeping the land in a few hours. You were already well aware- the swell of waves when you traversed the shoreside and the gusts of wind that tore your linen sheets from their pegs led you to close shop. For a few days, you had been busy reinforcing the villagers’ homes, and you had made it in time to fortify your own.
The sound of rain beating down on your rooftop and the howling winds was a bit of a comfort to you in your secure abode. Yes, you were alone, but with everyone locked within their own homes you felt a strange sense of serenity in the empty shop. It was always so busy and loud with human chatter, you could use this break from the bustle.
Just as you began lighting the candles around the house, a muffled thump and whine from outside shattered your moment of tranquillity. With a start, you bolted to the door and swung it open, half expecting a village dog that someone had forgotten to bring in before the storm.
“Amet!” You cried out in shock, the man lay on the cobblestone path towards your house. What was he doing here right before a godsdamned hurricane? You nearly slipped as you raced down to him, bare feet pounding on the stone beneath you. He gazed at you in a dazed manner, blinking past fat droplets of rain. As you bent down and pulled his arm over your shoulder, his body tensed for just a moment. He must have hurt himself falling.
It was no easy feat pulling the larger man to his feet and dragging him into your house. By the time you had both passed the threshold, you were just as soaked as him, shivering and swearing obscenities under your breath. Fortunately, he had just enough strength to stumble and slump gracelessly onto one of your wooden chairs on his own. Gasping for air, you had half the mind to slam shut and bolt the door, the green light from the enchantment flashing for a second and illuminating the wet streaks of hair pasted to Amet’s face like fresh black paint.
“Why, what is…I mean-” You could barely summon the proper decorum, much less form the right words to the man. Taking a deep breath, you shuffled together a list of priorities in your head. Right, you had a man in wet clothing dripping rainwater all over your rug. You’d have to outfit him with something dry, give him a warm drink, and clean up the puddles both of you were dripping onto the floor.
You managed to find some larger articles of clothing that you kept reserved for wandering travellers. Occasionally, adventurers would get injured and you would care for them, not unlike Amet’s situation at that moment. Handing over the clothes and a towel, you left him to undress and change while you busied yourself with the kettle and a pot of soup one of the villagers had given you as thanks for your help. After changing yourself and setting your mops to work, you settled down with Amet at the long wooden counter of your apothecary which stood in front of your shelves of instruments and materials.
His hands shook when he tried to lift the spoon, so you fed him, blowing on the hot soup and lifting it to his lips. His tired face managed to muster an abashed expression but he nodded to express his gratitude.
“Your hair is still wet.” You noted aloud, picking up a towel and carting it through his long locks. Amet’s head bobbed listlessly as you tousled his hair, a low, exasperated grunt from him made you giggle.
You didn’t know much about the man. He had moved into a cottage a ways away from the other folk just like you, but on the opposite side of the village a few months prior. You had seen him working odd jobs here and there, sometimes at the carpenters and other times travelling out to sea to fish. What you did know for certain was that he spent most of his free time in the orphanage as he dropped by your apothecary often to procure salves and medication for the children. Occasionally, he would bring them along to visit and it warmed your heart to see them cheerful and raucous, filling the shop with laughter.
After some rest, Amet regained some of his vitality.
“Thank you.” His voice was hoarse and he still moved sluggishly.
“It’s no problem. Would you mind explaining what urgent matter led you to my doorstep in such unfavourable weather?” You pulled the blanket wrapped around your shoulders a little more tightly. The chill still hadn’t left your skin. He hesitated for a moment, mouth forming a thin line until he broke the silence.
“This isn’t something I share with many. Given that you’re the pharmacist of this village, I have no choice but to tell you-” He loosened the blanket around his shoulders, exposing a mark on his deltoid that was barely perceptible under the flickering candlelight.
“That is-”
“The mark of my tribe, yes. And I’m sure you are wise enough to know what that entails.”
Werebeast. Amet was one of them. Which would mean his dire circumstances…
“The Lunar Mother’s power will soon peak, amplifying the storm and signalling the coming of your transformation. I’m assuming you’ve come for a potion to suppress it?”
“Right. The ones I had on-hand have run out, and I have been delaying…that’s why I’m here at such poor timing.” He sighed, fingers absentmindedly scratching the stubble on his chin. “Sometimes I’d ride it out. I am not sure how much you know about my kind but we do maintain self-control, unlike what those fairy tales would have you believe.”
You nodded. By and large, werebeasts had several negative stereotypes attached to them. While larger towns and capitals that had seen a fair stream of them had a better grasp of their true nature, smaller villages like yours tended to hold onto prejudices quite fiercely. Of course, with your time spent travelling you knew better.
“Like I said, I could get by even without the potion but I’d need to hunt, and well...” As if to punctuate his point, a flash of lightning lit up the room for just a second before a deafening rumble of thunder sent vibrations through your rafters. “I came here as soon as I heard that a hurricane was coming this way.”
“But that was days ago! You mean to tell me that you have been camping outside?” You couldn’t control your shock, voice pitching a tone higher than you intended. You must have missed him just as you left for the village!
“Yes. I took cover from the rain in your shed. The fruits in your garden taste good, by the way.” Amet smiled sheepishly, rubbing his forearm and ducking his head down. You gaped at him, mouth open but unable to form any words.
“I overestimated myself. It was cold, and I got really hungry. Forgive me. I’ll compensate you, just please.” His green eyes met yours, an earnest and vulnerable expression of supplication. You sighed, disbelief dissipating at his plea.
“There is nothing to forgive, Amet.” You stood, moving around the countertop to pick out the herbs and distillator. He watched in silence as you measured, ground, boiled and mixed, the sounds of clinking glass and the mortar and pestle filling the gap of a conversation between the two of you. Despite his best efforts trying to focus on tracking your movements through blurry eyes, he dozed off, breathing lightly.
“Amet. Amet.” You called out to him softly, “Come on, wake up.”
After a few failed attempts, you blew lightly on his face, hoping that it would wake him without being startling. Nothing. As gingerly as possible, you brushed the back of your hand against his cheek. What you did not expect was for him to lean into your touch, eyes sliding open and blinking blearily.
“It is ready.” You could feel your heart thrumming in your chest and quickly pulled away, lifting the cup to his lips. You tipped it as he drank, his Adam's apple bobbing with each deep swallow until it had been drained. With a grimace, he licked his lips.
“Never gets easier.” Amet took both your hands into his, raising them to his forehead as he bowed. “I am in your debt. Once again, forgive me for intruding on your home. I will return once the storm ends with your payment.”
You frowned. Return?
“Out of the question. You are not even strong enough to stand, what makes you think that you can survive the trek home?”
“But you must understand that there would be complications if I were to stay…” His voice trailed off.
“I have a room for guests and plenty of stores to sustain the both of us,” your tone softens. He was clearly exhausted and you could empathise with him feeling beholden to you, however, you were resolute, “and I would hate to drag you back here if you were to collapse again. Please stay, Amet.”
At that, he quietened. You could see how he rifled between all options and quips to throw back at you, but he knew that you were right.
“...or does the notion of staying alone with the village witch disturb you so?”
“Never!” His reaction was immediate and stronger than what you would have expected in response to your jest. He struggled to summon the right words, shifting in his seat until he realised that you were smiling, the dark skin of his cheeks deepening with a red hue.
“Y-You sounded angry when you helped me in. And I don’t believe I’m the best company around to weather the storm with…”
“Well, you were heavy,” his cheeks and ears turned crimson “and I was expressing my exertion, not my displeasure at having you here. Be at ease, isolation has its perks but a companion would definitely make this experience more tolerable.”
Amet huffed and as he placed his hands back onto his lap you realised that he had been holding yours the entire time. With a pout, he nodded and shakily stood, grasping the counter and the chair for support. It was always a surprise seeing him at his full height, you noted that he had a tendency to slouch, and at such close proximity he towered over you. After guiding him up the stairs and settling him into the guest room, you made for your own, tucking yourself in and letting your bone-weary body sink into the numerous cushions.
By then, the storm wall had hit with full force. You could hear the battering of stones against the windows and roof, the gusts of winds strong enough to uproot great trees from the ground, and yet your home stood strong. Just as you began to think about how you would recoup the damages to your garden, beckoning sleep overtook your senses, pulling you into a comforting and warm slumber.
---
Judging by the strength of the hurricane and its unusual potency, it was likely that you would be stuck indoors for at least a week. By the second day, Amet was capable of walking unassisted, albeit a little slowly.
You sat with him at your kitchen table, engrossed in your reading until you looked up and noticed him staring at you.
“Feeling unwell?”
“No, just bored.” He traced circles on the rim of his cup, leg bouncing under the table.
“Hah. Well…are you not a fan of reading?”
“I used to enjoy some of the epics when I was a boy but they were all read aloud to me by an elder. Never could get a grasp on how to read.”
You had met some individuals who had difficulty deciphering text during your time in the academy. Typically, they specialised in the arts, though others were able to have an easier time with an assistant. It sparked an idea in your head.
“I could read to you, if you wish. I am a fan of fantasy myself…”
At that, Amet visibly perked up. His ill-concealed delight made a smile grow on your face. After breakfast, you sat with him on your couch piled beneath layers of throw blankets. You had just started the Tales of the Hyacinth Prince but your voice quickly grew tired reading loudly to him. You shifted closer to him and you felt him stiffen beside you.
“Am I too close? I thought that you might be unable to hear me over the rain.”
“N-no. I am fine. Please continue.”
A schedule formed naturally between the two of you. You woke early, cleaning wax from surfaces and lighting fresh candles and oil lamps. Since you had no customers and no changes in stock or finances to account for, you passed the time reading academic papers you had left neglected and checking on the fortifications scattered throughout the house.
Following the pendulum clock mounted on the wall, Amet would rise two hours after you. Without fail, he would greet you, wherever you were in the house before getting started on breakfast. He was a good cook, making the most of what limited ingredients you had at hand. Then, you would continue reading with him until lunch, which consisted of leftovers.
Occasionally, you would play cards or dice as you fancied. Dull activities on the surface, but Amet’s company set you at ease. The man had an earnest and comforting aura and you never felt the need to try your hardest to entertain him- perhaps it was what drew the children to him as well.
By the sixth day, it was palpable that Amet was skirting around the topic of his background as you chatted. You were aware that werebeasts had the tendency to form packs- it was their greatest distinction from human culture. During mating season, the sires would acquire one mate or more, and leave when the season was over with the resulting children being raised within those packs. The thought was a little scandalous in your mind, but you wondered if Amet had participated in those cycles before leaving his tribe. And what made him leave at all?
Even though you were curious, you didn’t mind that he was disinclined to tell you. You had your fair share of bitter experiences, everyone did. Nevertheless, it was an itch you had to tamper down. As you continued Tales of the Hyacinth Prince and narrated the titular character striking down a brigand with bravado, Amet asked:
“Do you have any stories like that? While you were an adventurer?”
You hummed, wedging your thumb between the pages and closing the book.
"While I mainly took part in research expeditions, we did end up helping a few unfortunate souls along the way. My favourite mishap was when we were swallowed by a whale."
You glanced over at Amet, smug at the sparkle in his eyes and mouth hanging agape. That particular tale never failed to bedazzle the children…Amet included you supposed.
"It's a long, long story. Either way, we ended up in its belly, and I asked nicely for us to be let out."
Lifting your free hand into the air, you summoned her, and in a rush of familiar delight she popped into existence. A shimmering blue humpback whale the size of your palm dancing in the dim room, skirts of translucent waves crashing into nothingness, sprays of water sparkling and fizzing away.
"A little while after, I summoned my very first familiar. Isn't she gorgeous?"
"Wow…" Amet's hand reached forward, and your familiar swam towards him, breaching and flowing over his palm in a perfect arc before crashing back into unseen depths. Satisfied, you pulled her back.
"It sounds like you had a lot of fun."
"I did. But my adventuring days are over, I'm content dispensing medication and running stray errands here and there."
"Why?" Amet turned to you, his pretty eyes meeting yours. "Why did you stop?"
"I think…that there were certain expectations that piled up the longer I stayed and the higher I climbed. It was honourable and respectable work," You stared into the flickering candlelight, allowing its hypnotic dance to capture your gaze and hold you, "ultimately, it was…too much. I was so burdened, and while my colleagues seemed to thrive under it all I felt a little trapped."
For a beat, you remained silent, heart heavy with memories.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I've made things dour, haven't I?"
"No, not at all." A comforting hand laid itself on your shoulder, albeit a little hesitant and awkward. "I can only imagine how hard it was for you to be in that position…I have no words."
"None are necessary." Your mouth had widened into a grin. Before you could open the book in your lap once again, Amet's voice caught your attention.
"I-I didn't have parents. They died, or they abandoned me, I wouldn't know." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Always felt like a stranger in my tribe so I left. Hopped from place to place until I landed here. It's as though…I have been looking for a home this entire time."
Blinking, you barely had time to take in the sudden information before Amet's nervous chatter overwhelmed your senses once more.
"Was that rude of me? I didn't mean to sound like I was comparing your troubles with mine. I mean…I'm sorry, I-"
Chuckling, you leaned in until you were tucked against Amet's torso. You were extremely unused to the skinship, and you suspected Amet was too. However, with his arm around you, in that moment it felt so natural to be close to him. It felt good.
"Would you like to continue with the story? I am fine with simply lounging for the rest of the day." You purposefully kept your eyes facing forward, struck by a momentary shyness.
"No…no. This is good- ahem! This is just fine."
---
You were beginning to grow worried. A week had gone and passed by but the rains persisted. Consulting your chart, the full moon when the Mother’s influence peaked was tomorrow. Perhaps once it waned, her power would weaken and the rains would cease?
There was little use in speculating. You sighed and tossed and turned on your bed, settling on your back and staring out to the window. Droplets of rain raced down its panes, collecting on leaves and sticks stuck on its frame. Inevitably, your mind wandered to Amet. He was gentle and sweet though you were unsure if your affections for him had bloomed from proximity.
You couldn’t help it. Your time together had been a little peek into domesticity, as much as you tried to think of it otherwise. On top of it all, a part of you believed that he harboured feelings for you in turn- in the way that he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice, his lingering touch…
You groaned into your pillow, beating your fists helplessly into the bedding. Yes, you did enjoy his company. And his soft hair that he always asked you to dry and comb since the first night. And the solidness of his chest under your cheek when you leaned on him to tell him stories. And the size of his hands when he placed them over yours-
Stop! You ground your teeth together, glueing your eyes shut and dispelling all of your thoughts. After a few hours, you fell into a listless sleep, waking the next morning with sore eyes and a fatigued mind.
The day proceeded as it usually did, though Amet noted that he felt out of sorts. Through force of habit, you checked the temperature of his forehead and neck by pressing the back of your palm against them, unable to stop the blood from rushing to your face. His face must have turned as red as yours.
"I-I think it's just the lack of sun getting to me." His voice was a little strained.
After lunch, you leaned against him, reading the Hyacinth Prince yet again. Despite the book's impressive heft, the two of you were approaching the story's end, due in no small part to the hours upon hours you had spent reading it to him.
"Wouldst thee taketh mine own hand? In a showeth of thy faith to thy king?"
The fair, flower prince did press a tend'r kiss to his hand…
Your eyes seemed to close for just a moment, the weighty book in your hands resting on your lap. Curse your lack of sleep. Amet was just so warm and you were full and you were so sleepy…
"Are you tired?"
Half asleep, you nodded, pliant to Amet taking the book from your hands and laying your head gently onto a pillow. Vaguely, you remember him smiling and planting a kiss on your forehead.
You woke up gradually, feeling warm and well-rested. Blinking the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you realised that you had taken a nap on the couch. Where was Amet?
You searched around on the first floor using a lamp to light the way. The kitchen, the pantry, back to the main room where you had fallen asleep. Empty.
As you climbed up the stairs, you noticed that the guest room, Amet's, had its doors shut. Had he taken a nap as well?
The keen sound of a groan and a pitiable whimper jolted you.
“Amet?” You called out to him from behind the door, beating you first against the solid wood. The sounds coming from within the room halted. “I’m coming in.”
The door was unlocked and it swung open, revealing a dark room. You brandished the oil lamp in your hand until the swaying light revealed a lump on the bed. You sighed.
“Amet, if you aren’t feeling well you could have just told-”
“Don’t.” He croaked. As you got closer to the bed you realised that Amet, as tall as he was, wasn’t that large. You flinched at the realisation.
“How…” You were certain that you had prepared the potion correctly, and it would have remained potent for at least one moon cycle. “Amet, I’m sorry, I’ll prepare another one-”
“It is of no use.” His voice had lowered a timbre, as befitting of his larger frame. “Your potion worked. I only turned partially."
“Then why?”
“I…you…” Was that fear you heard in his voice? “I-I have…fallen for you. While I am able to hold onto self-control, I am unable to inhibit my…urges.”
Amet was panting heavily, his partially humanoid form bunched together as he pushed himself as close to the bed frame as possible. He retained the limbs of a man though they had been covered with fur, and his face had transformed as well- ears and a wolfish maw sprouting forth with large canines. The revelation sent a shock through your spine. He had…feelings for you. While it did send your heart fluttering, you were still overwhelmed by the issue at hand.
“Are you…do you mean to say that you lust for me?”
A heart wrenching whine spilled past from his lips. Amet slumped forward, covering his face with his hands- they had sprouted talons. “Forgive me. Forgive me. I-I have offended you haven’t I? Oh, I am so sorry.”
You could bear it no longer. You cast aside the lamp and kneeled at the foot of the bed, hands stretched out to him.
“Please don’t say that, Amet. This is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Y-You are not…?"
“I want to help you. Can I?”
Amet stilled, as if in surprise that you were so receptive.
“Yes… but are you sure? My…my form…” He pulled aside the blanket and his cock sprung free. It was bright pink, a stark contrast to the black fur of his belly, and tapered at the top with bulging veins coursing up its sides. A conspicuous bump lay at its base. Indeed, it was large, and the sight of it sparked a coil of heat in your core.
You crawled onto the bed, sitting in front of Amet, his knees consciously drawing closer to hide himself from you.
“If it hurts, you must let me know.” You gently brushed your fingers against its tip and he breathed in a sharp hiss of air, his cock twitching at your touch. Tentatively, you wrapped a hand around his length, your fingers did not meet around his thickest part.
He had built up rivulets of precum leaking to his base so you slowly pumped your fist up and down, gauging Amet's reactions to your movements. Breathe caught in his throat, Amet let out a strangled gasp at your ministrations, hands releasing their grip on the headrest to cover his face. With your free hand, you pulled them away, revealing those green eyes you so loved.
"You musn't cover your face. I want to see." You whispered breathlessly. In a moment of spontaneity, you leaned down, pressing your tongue against his fleshy length and dragging it up until it met his tip. Amet let out a cry, thighs tensing. His hands, finding purchase on the soft bedding tore holes into them as he came, ropes of thick, hot seed shooting onto you. His body was wracked with spasms for a long while, what seemed like years of unspent cum dispensing itself from his cock and covering your face and chest.
"I…I'm sorry! I dirtied your face-" He pulled a blanket to your brow, attempting to wipe as much of his spill away. You placed a hand over his.
"Amet. It's not dirty." Looking straight into his eyes, you gathered a bead of cum that had collected near your eye and swiped it across your tongue. "And stop apologising. I want to do this for you."
Pulling your gown over your head, you discarded it to the floor, left only in your smallclothes. Leaning your weight on your arms, you placed a kiss on his maw.
"We're lovers now, aren't we?"
The line seemed to make him pause, a tail you had not noticed earlier thumping against the bedding. His cock still stood tall, looking painfully erect.
Capturing his gaze, you gently nudged him until he lay back against the pillows. Slotting yourself between his thighs, he shivered when your hands met his cock once more and continued to stroke. After a moment letting him get used to the sensation, you swirled your tongue over his tip savouring his moan in response.
“M-more. Please.”
You took as much of him into your mouth as possible, sucking gently while caressing the rest of his length with both your hands. His heaviness felt good on your tongue, still salty and bitter from the cum that coated his cock. Amet huffed, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head as he watched you intently. You could feel him holding himself back from grabbing you as he waited eagerly in anticipation for your next movement, eyes roving over your face and your body, unable to decide on which one to focus on. Adorable.
Forcing back your gag reflex, you bobbed your head up and down his immense girth enjoying all the little noises that escaped his mouth- or maw. Steadily, you could feel yourself growing wet beneath your smalls from how good he felt with your mouth and hands. Oh, just the thought of him inside you, how hard and thick he would be, stretching you open…
“Oh-h gods. I’m going to…gonna…”
Amet muttered your name like a mantra, breathing growing harsher as you continued apace, eager to draw another orgasm from him. With a groan, he came once again but this time you took all of his seed down your throat, swallowing greedily around him as he twitched and shuddered. His thighs clenched together, bundling you tightly as his hand on your head pushed you further down his length. Once he stilled, you pulled apart from him, gasping for air and wiping the spit and cum from your chin.
Amet lay boneless, arms spread out on both sides with his chest heaving for air. You smiled down at him, waiting patiently for him to open his eyes.
“S...sorr-” He stopped himself, swallowing thickly. “That was amazing. Th-thank you.”
“Good boy!”
Those two words seemed to draw something out of him. He sat up straight, ears perked with eyes large and round. His arms encircled your waist and he pulled you closer until his head lay on your chest. Instinctively, you reached up to cradle his face and scratch his cheek. Somewhere behind him, his tail began thumping against the bed again…just like a dog.
“Don’t stop praising me, please.” Amet said into your skin, hold around you tightening. You could feel his cock against your thigh, still rock solid.
“You did well.”
Craning his neck forward, he kissed you, beastly long tongue wrapping itself around yours. As you broke the kiss, you noticed that his eyes had fully dilated. Amet buried his face back into your chest, nudging at your bustier so you reached back to unhook it, revealing your chest to him. He immediately latched onto a nipple, sucking on it and rubbing his tongue against it whilst he pawed at your other nipple, pebbling it under his touch.
"Ah…" You sighed, melting into his embrace and closing your eyes. The feeling of his rough tongue, encircling your nipple felt heavenly. "Feels good."
After laving your chest with his tongue, his wet nose poked lower and lower. Amet lay back onto the pillows once more, eyes sparkling at you as he nudged you forward until you hovered right over his snout. You removed your smallclothes and they met the rest of your clothing on the floor before you shifted up to meet him.
His long tongue, extending from his mouth, licked a long stripe over your cunt making you moan and hold the headrest for support. You could tell that he was inexperienced, but his enthusiasm and eagerness to please made up for it- Amet licked and bit on your inner thighs before circling back to your pussy, leaving you a quaking and leaking mess.
"Lick it." You tried to plead and your tone came off harsher than you intended, but it served its purpose in finally making his tongue collide with your clit. Amet's hands on your hips pulled you lower for him to ravage you with his tongue, using it as an appendage to thrust in and out while he nudged your bundle of nerves with his nose. The wet stimulation near drove you insane, and you encouraged him with your groans and plentiful praise.
The drag of his tongue against your insides sent you over the edge and you climaxed hard around him. Amet growled, reaching forward and continuing to fuck you with his tongue as you rode through your high and squeezed him between your thighs.
"Amet, stop." You whined, pushing him away from your oversensitive cunt. He pulled away immediately, gazing at you from the pillows reverently.
"You taste so good," he smiled at you, stroking your sides gently, claws raking your soft skin, "like salt candy."
You laughed at the strange comparison, bringing him up for another kiss and sinking into his soft fur.
"How far do you want to take this?"
Amet looked at you in a confused manner, quirking his head to the side as if you had suddenly spoken in the ancients. He sputtered.
"I-I was hoping I could maybe wed you one day…"
You stared at him in silence, a part of you gratified and another amused.
"Is…is that out of the question?" He sounded utterly crestfallen.
"Amet…I meant-" you threw a palm over your mouth to cover the uncontrollable grin spreading across your face, "I meant to ask if you wanted to be inside me."
After a heartbeat, the realisation struck him like thunder and he shrunk away from you with a groan, covering his face with his hands. You giggled, clinging onto his arm and prising his hands away to uncover his expression.
"So, do you? Do you?"
"I-I do." Amet stuttered. It sounded oddly reminiscent of a vow. If his face had not been covered with fur, you bet your spice rack that he would have been beet red. "I mean, I do want to m-make love with you."
"You sound like a blushing virgin."
Wait. You realised your mistake too late.
"My apologies. I did not intend to poke fun. You've never done this before, yes?"
"Yes…you are my first."
"Then if it hurts or you want to stop for any reason, you must tell me, alright?" You pecked him on the cheek.
"I think that I should be the one to say that…" He eyed you warily as you positioned yourself above his cock, wedging his head between your lips. It was going to be a snug fit, but you were certain you were loosened up enough to take him.
Slowly, you sunk down onto him, taking inch after inch until you bottomed out. The stretch burned slightly, and he was so, so large. Gritting your teeth, you let yourself grow accustomed to his size as you leaned your forehead onto his shoulder.
"Does it hurt?"
"It's fine," you gasped, pleasure mixing with the pain. He was pressed up against that sweet spot inside of, easing any of the strain, "you feel good, Amet."
After a few moments, you braced your knees and slid up and down, the both of you sighing from the pleasure. Amet felt unbelievably wonderful, and his moans and growls that rumbled from his throat spurred you on, quickening your pace until the sounds of your lovemaking filled the room, making the rainpour and thunder seem distant.
"You feel so warm, so wet." His grip around you tightened, his claws digging into your hips. "My mate."
With his size and your strained thighs, you struggled a little to continue riding him. Amet held you, lifting you and laying you on your back whilst you were still connected to him. His hips pistoned into you, savage thrusts rocking you into the bed as you cried out, clinging onto his shoulders.
"Amet, inside please!" He was panting heavily by your ear, full weight pressed onto you as he fucked into you desperately.
"I'm going to breed you, my mate." Amet growled, thrust growing sloppy until his knot slipped into you, the fullness almost overwhelming you. Stuck within you, he rocked himself back and forth until he came with a whine, his seed filling your womb with warmth. Amet held you against him until his shudders subsided, cock twitching within its sheath and hot spurts of cum painting your insides. For a while, it was quiet between the two of you, both of your panting and moans filling the silence.
"Y-You didn't…"
"It's fine." You rubbed circles into his back, face tucked into his neck. Amet's tongue licked between the valley of your breasts, joining your nipple. You yelped as his hand slipped between your thighs.
"It's not alright with me." He muttered into your chest, rocking into you once more, the delicious friction relighting the fire within. Soon enough, you were close to cumming, the stimulation to your chest and your cunt steadily building and building.
"A-Amet!" Your lock around his torso pulled him even closer to you, grip on his shoulders driving him faster. With a cry, you came, back arching off of the bed and into his body. He still drove into you, unrelentingly grinding into your cunt. Your vision grew white, spots dancing under your eyelids. Amet's hips halted as you gasped, and he licked the sweat from your cheeks while you closed your eyes and came down.
"What an attentive lover you are." You sighed, laughing as his licks tickled your neck.
"I will do whatever I can to please you." Amet lifted you once again, laying you over his body. His knot was still swollen and plugging you, a constant reminder of your joining. You snuggled into his soft body, absentmindedly stroking his fur.
"You've always caught my eye." He confessed. You could hear the thrum of his heart under his chest. "I thought that you were pretty. And kind. The kids, they knew somehow, and made fun of me. They made up excuses for me to visit you…"
"I'm happy." You whispered into his fur. "Thank you, Amet."
His heart started to beat a little faster. For a few minutes, you smiled into his chest, head tucked under his.
"It may take a few hours…" He said, rubbing the aches in your back and thighs. You could feel his body loosening underneath you, he must have been as tired as you were.
"Well, with this storm we have nowhere else to be."
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A few days later, the storm finally cleared in the night. When you rose in the morn, you hurriedly pulled Amet out of bed with you, rushing down the stairs and out of the door.
The outside was a mess of sticks and branches and stones, but you were in awe at the pure blueness of the sky and the faint rainbow that arched across it. The humid, balmy air and the sun felt like a treat after all the days spent cooped up inside. Even the breeze smelled redolent.
With anticipation brewing in your chest, you made your way to your garden, fearing what damage had been done to it. Your treillage had been battered and some of them were completely gone, undoubtedly carried away by the winds. Only sharp, splintered wood in the ground stood as their remnants. Would that you had managed to fortify them in time.
The rest of the garden was similarly damaged, plots of fruiting plants and herbs uprooted and destroyed. You would have to clean it all up and seed them all over again.
With a heavy heart, you made your way over to your rickety shed and where you guessed your lemon tree would have been obliterated. It was the landmark that made you choose this plot of land in the first place. By some miracle, it still stood there, glorious and tall though leaning heavily to one side and missing most of its leaves.
You ran over to it, eyes wide in shock. How…?
"I managed to brace it with some of the materials in your shed."
Amet stood back, sheepishly scratching his head. You looked down. There were wires and wood strewn across the dirt.
"I learnt how to from the carpenters. It's a shame that I didn't manage to do the same for your- oof!"
With tears in your eyes you leapt into his arms, laughing as he picked you up and spun you through the air like you weighed nothing.
During one of your excursions to the town's bookshop you had stumbled upon a slim, red book with a simple leather binding. Toya's Incantations, Potions and Rituals for Bodily Ecstasy, from Amateurs to Experts!
A cursory flip through its pages made you acutely aware of the other patrons in the shop, so you stole away to a quiet corner for a more…thorough investigation.
You hadn't expected such detailed illustrations. Every section adorned with elaborate drawings and diagrams by intaglio print. Models bound, entwined in throes of pleasure. To think that this could be published!
Flipping to its title page, your suspicions were confirmed. So it was self published. It seemed as though someone had a vested interest in the subject, so much so that they were willing to compile a veritable wealth of knowledge. Not that you were complaining…
By the woods, just glancing at some of the titles made you subconsciously rub your thighs together. Between managing your apothecary and your studies, you hardly had the time to attend to your own needs. In other words, Bodily Ecstasy was exactly what you craved.
In a haze of horniness and excitement, you plucked up the courage to bring the book to the counter. Thankfully, the elf shopkeep nary spared you a second glance after tossing your silver coins into till.
After returning home, you poured through the book which contained comprehensive explanations and guides for all sorts of spells. They were neatly arranged in type and complexity and you made a mental note of the ones that piqued your interest the most. Page 71, however…
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"All right, this should be all…" You mumbled under your breath as you gathered all your materials onto your workbench. Balancing the spell book in one hand, you flipped open the bail jar and turned your attention to the list of ingredients.
The fresh flesh of a sea slime¹, was simple enough to obtain. Sea slimes, despite what their name implied, were unrelated to the typical slimes found on land. They grew as gelatinous masses on branches of coral, not unlike fruit on a tree and served an important role in maintaining the robust marine ecosystem…you were getting sidetracked.
The guide contained a list of warnings and diagrams to help beginners distinguish poisonous species, but you used them often in several concoctions that you sold. You took a stroll down the beach at low tide, tossing flat and dull slimes back into the sea- they could serve as feed for fish. The sun had risen fully and your skin had grown salty by the time you spotted a plump, pink specimen.
A thimble of morning dew was easy too. Your garden in the morning, redolent and humid had plenty of it. Carnelian chips and Dragon's blood incense you readily had for spell jar workshops.
Using a mortar and pestle, grind the chips and mix with a pinch of the incense. Add the morning dew and mix until it forms a paste. Done!
Massage paste into slime and transfer to jar. Add a sprig of fresh sage- oops you'd missed that one out. You plucked off a stem and tossed it into the jar.
Whisper the following incantation into the jar, then enclose and place under moonlight near bed. Wait 12-24 hours, depending on potency…
That night, you lay in bed staring longingly at the translucent pink blob on the windowsill. It sparkled under the light of the moon, soaking up its energy. The images in the book flashed through your mind for the hundredth time, sending a tingle down your spine. You were confident in your magic, but what if the spells were faulty in some way? The spell book wasn't even peer-reviewed, for goodness sake-
Oh well, what good would stressing over it do? Your patience would be rewarded- or disappointed. It was no use losing sleep over it, so you closed your eyes and drifted off.
In the sea of slumber, you grew aware of something squishy wrapping itself around your ankle, and something creeping up your side as you lay prone. You woke with a start, the thing flinching as you jolted up into a sitting position. Blinking blurry eyes, you realised that it had worked. The slime, now thrumming with vitality, had expanded in size and vaguely resembled a sea anemone. It took up the rest of the space on your bed and had sprouted a multitude of tentacles that lay across your body, similar to those of a sea creature.
You gingerly placed a hand onto one of the tentacles. It was warm, pliant, with a thin layer of slickness. Whatever traces of sleep clouding your thoughts had completely vanished, you could feel your heart racing.
The clasp on the jar had sprung open as it lay agape on the windowsill. What had caused it to ferment so quickly? The full moon. Well, that and…
The entity will not be self-aware, but it will be acutely attuned to your desires. One does not require speech to communicate with it, it is one with your mind.
The slime seemed to lean into you, which you welcomed, quaking slightly in anticipation. Already, one of its tentacles was sliding up the side of your body pulling your nightgown up with it.
Do remember that this is an intermediate spell, and its ministrations may be rather rough at times. Of course, all it does aligns with what you are wont to do.
You tugged your nightgown over your head and discarded it to the side of your bed just as a lump on the slime's tentacle, a sucker, latched onto your nipple. That stimulation alone was divine, and as if sensing your enthusiasm, the rest of its tentacles encircled your body more tightly.
You closed your eyes, savouring the light tugging of the tentacle as it suckled on your nipple till it swelled, then produced more slick to coat and tease it. As you cried out, a second tentacle latched onto your other nipple. By then, your thighs and arms had been ensconced by the slime, lightly enough to be comfortable but firm enough to restrict movement. It tugged apart your thighs and you felt the cool night air against your searing skin, the wetness steadily coalescing in your cunt.
It wasn't enough, you wanted more, to be filled up more-
In a flash a tentacle pushed past your lips and filled your mouth, reaching down your throat leaving you gagging. You hummed around its length, sucking on it and felt it shudder. So it reacted to stimulation too.
You felt your body shift and realised that the slime had positioned itself beneath you, flush against your back. It was a pleasant sensation, like you were floating in water on a warm summer's day, a contrast to the cold air that raised goosebumps across your body. Its tentacles secured your hands above your head and continued to pleasure your chest and fuck itself into your mouth.
You were exceedingly aware of another pair of tentacles spreading apart your pussy lips and shallowly dipping themself into your cunt. They deliberately avoided touching your clit even though you squirmed as much as you possibly could in its bind.
Not self-aware…but coy enough to tease me so?
Tears formed in your eyes as the tentacle in your mouth shoved itself even further down your throat, before extracting itself, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips and the slick appendage. It came up to lovingly? Curl against your cheek. Before you could manage another thought, a tentacle finally, finally nudged against your clit, the sensation along with it suckling your sensitive nipples almost sending you over the edge. It really had been far too long since you last got fucked good and hard.
At that, you were lifted and placed on your knees, a tentacle securing your midriff as your hands were still bound behind you. Your harsh pants filled the silence of your bedroom as you felt a thick tentacle prod against your hole, dripping and ready. Gods, you wanted it so badly.
Please. You begged. Please, please fill me.
A whorish moan spilled from your lips as the tentacle slid inside of you, its thinner tip entering with little difficulty until it tapered thicker, stretching you unlike ever before. Gradually, with shallow thrusts, you acclimated to its girth until its tip met your cervix. Once again, a tentacle slipped past your lips just as the one below receded then plunged itself back in, stuffing you marvellously.
Lost in the different sensations, the harsh suckling on your chest, the mounting pressure in your pussy, you only realised that your bedroom mirror granted you a full display of your body being ravaged when you were at the precipice of your orgasm.
Your arms were slung loosely behind your back, eyes wide and misty as your mouth was relentlessly fucked. With each pump of the tentacle, your body swayed and slick dripped down your inner thigh, collecting in a puddle on the sheets. Just like those erotic illustrations in the book…
Sensing your peak, a tentacle flicked at your clit, tipping you over the edge shivering, twitching, unable to move against the slime's grip. Pleasure wracked your body, you couldn't help the high-pitched whine that escaped your throat as the tentacle in your mouth removed itself to gently caress your face as you rode through your high, gasping.
Even though you had cum, the tentacle continued to fuck into you, compounding the heat within you. You yelped as they shifted to fully suspend you in the air, pulling your legs apart and thrusting into you at an even faster pace. With nothing to plug your mouth, your moans and grunts overlapped with the obscene noises your cunt was making, the tentacle continuing to dribble slick as it drove into you.
Through half-lidded eyes, you watched as the thick tentacle pumped itself into your body in the mirror, pulling itself out and pushing in until you reached its thickest point. Soon enough, you felt another orgasm approaching and at its peak, the tentacle came, pumping thick, hot liquid into you. You could feel it quivering as it did, the tentacles wrapped around your body squeezing you even more until its thrusts stuttered to a stop.
Your mind, cum-drunk and hazy barely registered anything as you were lowered onto the bed, still being sweetly pampered by the slime. You weren't aware it could ejaculate. At the sound of flipping pages, you looked up to see a tentacle brandishing the book you had left on your nightstand, turned to page 72, which you had neglected to read.
Upon climax, the entity may spend excess energy…
You laughed weakly, nuzzling into the jelly-soft slime that curled against your side. It stroked the marks on your skin, its gentle, emanating warmth the perfect balm for your sore body.
You could see the sun rising, but a tentacle pulled shut the curtains, enveloping you in darkness once again. Completely exhausted, you drifted off to sleep on your messy sheets, blanketed by your warm, soft slime. The apothecary deserved an impromptu day off once in a while.
A/N: Recently heard of a book that had a sleep paralysis demon in it. Apparently it's pretty hot but I haven't read it yet. Hopefully I will once I get through Learn My Lesson. Anyway this is, a very late, next part of my Monster Week.
The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was that, yes you were still in your room. It was still nighttime judging from the sliver of moonlight coming from your window. But something wasn't right. Try as you might you couldn't move a muscle.
You opened your mouth to try to curse but no sound would come out. You were completely paralyzed. In your mind you trashed and kicked, but it wasn't translating to your body at all.
"You really should stop trying that. It makes the experience worse for us both." The scratchy, deep voice sounded from somewhere in the room. Your eyes frantically searched for its source. "Up here sweet dreamer."
You manage to shift your gaze upwards to the corner of the bedroom door. There you see a pair of piercing ice blue eyes, in even darker colors of blue, staring at you. You can't make out anything else as the eyes move down the wall in unnatural way, almost gliding.
"Forgive the intrusion on my part." The entity smiles as it straightens up, towering over you even at the distance. You're able to see sharp rows of pointy teeth, it too a glowing blue color, both its eyes and its mouth seem to give out a faint blue shimmer. "Your dreams smelled so sweet, I just couldn't stay away." It crept closer, the form shrinking and shifting, almost shadow like from what you could see, "Oh, are you scared? Hm, how about I take a form more familiar to you?"
It smirked, eyes narrowing then widening as it took a male bodied shape and tone of voice. The blue eyes and teeth stayed but there was also a shadowy strand of hair falling over its left eye, almost entirely obscuring it. And while the body was muscular you could still make out little wisps of light dancing across it like firelights.
"Better now dreamer?" He tilted his head and walked close, aware of the nakedness of himself and your eyes taking him in. "What troubles you tonight. Let me take a look."
His hand, smooth, warm and almost tickling you, pressed against your cheek.
"Oh dear. That's an awful lot of stress for just one person. No wonder you've been having trouble sleeping lately. Perhaps I can do something about it. You humans are a complicated yet simple bunch, I've learned many things about your kind over the years. Such as..." In a moment he was above you, on top of you, grabbing your chin and making eye contact with you. His knee pressed between your legs, lightly massaging the aching spot, "how to best make you come."
Once again you tried to speak but to no avail. The pressure felt good, but you didn't know this... demon, you had no idea of his true goals. It scared and aroused you at the same time. His hands, a little big on your hips still, took hold and moved you against his leg.
"How long has it been since someone touched you like this?" He questioned against your skin, his long, forked tongue licking down your neck. It too was a shade of blue, a little lighter than the interior of his mouth. "Haven't you been a good girl? Haven't you earned your release?"
Heat pooled between your legs fast, building up until it crashed over you like an avalanche as you came with a soundless cry. For a moment you thought you'd closed your eyes again, when actually that was just your mind trying to come back to you.
He smiled above you, his hands smoothing under your shirt and hiking it up. He licked downward, between and around your breasts, biting the right underboob, making you shiver at the sharpness of his teeth and the knowledge that he could rip you apart if he wanted to. But he didn't, that wasn't his goal. His goal was between your legs. Your panties were slid off and left barely hanging at the foot of the bed.
"You smell even sweeter when aroused." The long tongue flicked between your lower lips, smooth and hot, sending a jolt of arousal through your still body. "Taste even better." He dove in with his mouth and tongue, licking between, around and inside you. This time you found that you could whimper, but only barely, resulting in him smiling against you, "Does it feel good? Tell me, I'll allow it."
A high and choked "Yes." left your lips before you went right back to making those lewd sounds that he seemed to thrive on.
"I'm glad." He made eye contact with you as he licked a long path from your pussyhole to your clit, tapping against it with his forked tongue. "You taste better than dreams. You might be my new sustenance. A win-win."
He lifted from between your legs, your juices dripping down his chin. His hand went between his legs and fisted around his cock. You don't know how you were able to miss it until now, it wasn't small by any means.
"I can shift it. For any shape that suits your needs. So how do you want me? Do you want me?" His eyes found yours, searching for an answer as he slid his hand up and down the hard appendage. You moaned as you saw it shift in the perfect shape and girth for your pussy. "This one?" He circled the tip on your clit, his hips barely moving.
"Yes. I want." Were all the words you were able to speak out, that he needed to hear before you felt the head of his dick on your entrance. He gave it a few experimental thrusts, pushing forward more with every roll of his hips.
"Oh yes." He moaned, deep and breathless as he bottomed out, "Much better than a dream. You take me perfectly my sweet. Your body is responding so well to me. This cock is just what you needed isn't it? Fucking you deep, filling up your empty hole like no other."
You wanted to nod, to moan, to ask him for his name, to shake your hips into his. But all you could do was lie still as he moved back and forth above you, his hips pressing against yours, his face close to yours, your breath mixing together before he kissed you.
The kiss further muffled your moans as his pace increased, his hands grabbing hold of your hips, his nails leaving pink scratch marks on your skin as he started to hammer his hard cock into your pussy. Not even you realized how much you needed this. You needed him to fuck, and mark you, and drive you to the brink and pull you back. "Harder." You were able to say against him before he dove back into another, deeper kiss, his teeth nibbling and pulling at your lip before licking over it, constantly reminding you of what he is.
"Whatever you ask." He obliged with much glee, driving with cock deep it had to be kissing your cervix. "A little more and I bet I could open you up. But even in a dream I think that'd hurt a little too much." There was a darkness in his concerning tone telling you that despite knowing that he wanted to do it. "Let me hear you my sweet dreamer. I want to hear you come undone around my cock."
"Oh fuck!" The left your mouth before you could register it, your moans no longer held back some invisible force although your body was still paralyzed, rocking only because of his thrusts. "Yeah, fuck, make me come!"
"As many times you want." He drove his cock back and forth into your twitching, sensitive cunt, each thrust accompanied by wet slapping sounds of skin against skin. "Do you want my cum too? You've been so well behaved, I think you deserve it."
You could barely even choke out your confirmation before you were flooded by huge loads of cum. He kept fucking you through his orgasm, intent on getting you there too. His cum only made his cock more slippery, the length twitching and pulsing as it dragged against your quivering walls and pushed you over the edge. His arms went around your shoulders, his teeth latching onto you neck.
For a moment your pulse quickened, wondering if he would kill you now that he got what he wanted. It wasn't until you heard and felt a deep rumble from his chest that you realized he was completely calm. It irked you a little, you were all out of breath and shaking and here he was, still completely fine.
"A mark for you. So others know you're mine." He whispered against your skin, "Until next time my sweet dreamer." His voice echoed in your ears as you felt yourself fade into unconsciousness.
It was an emptiness and ache between your legs that you woke up with. Your whole body ached in fact. "Fuck. Was that... a dream?" Considering there was no one in your room but you and no cum between your legs, something that a part of you looked forward to seeing, it had to have been a dream. You rushed into the bathroom, you had to be sure.
There it was, a bite mark on your neck. Not a dream, not reality, but something in between.
A shiver went down your spine and straight between your legs as you remembered his words: "Until next time."
"Until tonight." You smiled into the mirror. It was brief but for a moment you swore you heard his voice, his chuckle, right behind you.
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