Idea for easter: 'hiding' eggs in your bunny gf so she can be the easter bunny >:3
Also fun if its a lesbian couple with a snake who oviposits directly :>
A/N: Surprise Easter lil story, enjoy! (You can also read last year’s Easter story because it was really good, too).
Egg-plump
Transfemme!Lamia x fem bunny hybrid!reader || oviposition, breeding, cum-inflation (technically it’s egg-inflation), sex toys, degradation, overstimulation, (very light) exhibitionism
“Do you want to do something for Easter this year?” You ask your lamia girlfriend, who is looking very intently at you for some reason.
She smiles, a hint of amusement in her tone when she asks: “What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” you lie. You totally know what you want. To be filled. “Whatever you want to do is fine,” you tell her, trembling in anticipation.
Her tongue licks the air in front of her, and her demeanor turns completely. She smirks, her pointy fangs showing when she flexes a finger in front of her, ordering you to get closer. You are trying really hard not to move your tail in excitement, but your ears are flinching either way.
You low-key hate how hard it is for you to hide your reaction, but the way your girlfriend is looking at you, like you are about to be fucked raw… Well, you don’t hate it that much when it tells her how much you desire just that.
“Well… We could do an egg hunt.” You hum in acceptance, stopping in front of her, your little jumps up and down making her smile. “But for that I have to hide my eggs first, do you know someplace warm and tight?” Your girlfriend’s voice drops at the end of the phrase and you shiver in anticipation.
You’ve been begging her to fill you up with her eggs since you started dating. And good goddess if she doesn’t deliver.
She fucks you open with her tongue and fingers, and when you think you can’t take any more pleasure, she fucks you slowly, her dick hitting every sensitive part inside of you until you can’t recognize your own name anymore. You can feel your ears twitching on the top of your head, and every time she touches the little pom-pom of your tail, you let out a broken cry of her name, which she seems to love.
By the time she starts pushing her eggs inside of you, you are barely functioning, your whole body is oversensitive. Each egg feels like it’s too big, like it’s stretching you to the point of insanity, but they, somehow, fit inside of you. One after the other, until you lose count of how many she feeds your hungry pussy.
“Such a good bunny for me, letting me breed her, fill her so completely…” She keeps whispering the filthiest things, which only drive you further into your nonsensical pleasure. At some point, she stops coming. All her eggs inside of you already. Your abdomen is distended, so full of her eggs you feel like you are about to explode. “Such a pretty bunny, ready to go out?”
“O-out?!” You croak out and she chuckles.
“Of course, we need to go compliment the neighbors on their decoration, don’t we? It was your idea.” Fuck, she’s right, it was your idea.
“I don’t- I don’t know if I can go out like this,” you tell her, voice trembling.
But she only kisses the tip of your pink nose, her hand pulling at your tail and making you squeal one more time before she pushes a plug in your stretched hole. You clench around it instinctively, and she moans.
“Of course you can, bunny. You’re gonna look so cute walking around with your little tummy all plump with my eggs...” You whimper, and she smirks, her tongue licking up your neck before whispering against your ear: “Come on, get dressed.”
She pulls away, getting dressed while you try to get up. Your legs are shaking, unable to get up from the bed while you feel her eggs inside of you, her cum. You are going completely insane, with each second your arousal grows and grows. You are pretty sure you are going to pass out because of orgasms if you walk when you are so filled up. This seems to be amusing to your girlfriend, who helps you up while she chuckles.
You get dressed with her help, and she takes you out around the corner, her arm around your waist and coughs every time you moan, to cover for you. You can feel the weight of her eggs and her come inside of you. It’s intoxicating and completely distracting. You can barely focus enough to breathe, let alone trying to be somewhat coherent when your neighbor stops you to chat.
You only get to walk one block before she takes mercy on you and brings you back to your house, smiling cheerfully at your neighbors. The fact that you are out and about, asked to be friendly when your pussy is so filled you can feel some of her come slipping around the plug… Fuck, you love it.
Your lamia girlfriend lays you down on the bed, sitting back on her tail at the edge of the bed and staring at your pussy. “Come on, little bunny, show me the Easter eggs,” she says the second you are sprawled in the bed, legs open and completely exposed to her hungry eyes.
She pulls out the plug and your body shakes, a tiny orgasm ripping through your body before you feel it. The eggs slipping through your cervix. And so much of her cum it rapidly spills out.
With each egg you push out, your girlfriend grunts and your body trembles in aftershocks. It’s too much, but you can’t stop them. You can’t even talk with the pleasure that it brings you. It’s mind-numbing, and way better than you expected.
By the time all the eggs are out, you are panting, your body limp and your pussy feeling so raw you can only focus on that. Your clit feels hypersensitive, and the second your girlfriend slithers towards you on the bed and touches it, an orgasm rips through your body with such force you scream at the top of your lungs. Your girlfriend covers your mouth with her hand, but you aren’t paying attention anymore, your eyes rolling back into your head and your senses transcending into a new reality where only blind pleasure exists.
You come back to your senses cuddled against your girlfriend’s scaly chest. “Do we need to wait till next year to do that again?” You whisper, voice rough.
She chuckles, “no, little bunny. I’ll fill you with my eggs every time you want.”
There's trouble going on in the world. Demons are rising up, escaping their own world for an even greater terror is emerging. But a brand new arcade has opened, featuring some of the most high tech animatronics on earth! So let's forget our troubles and visit this oasis!
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
The Magician’s Treasure Tower was one of those strange small business mysteries. What had once been this hole in the wall hobby shop was now one of the most popular places in town. Over the years something took hold of that place and it grew, moving from a storefront that reek of money laundering, all the way to some Mcmansion looking tower with neon lights.
The former owners were long gone now, so no one really knew who owned it. One of them was simply referred to as the magician, and rumors about him grew everyday. He either lived in a suit on the roof of the place, or in a dungeon within the basement. It depended on who you asked. But he turned some floundering hobby shop into the biggest toy store success since one such store failed.
You worked several jobs within the Magician Treasure Tower, sometimes concessions, sometimes the unboxing room, it could change from day to day. There was something of a pecking order when it came to Tower employees. Starting with the performers, members of the staff who had roles and costumes to go with the various themed rooms. Then there were the techs who handled the various animatronics scattered throughout the tower. You were on the lowest rung of this ladder.
“We’ve gotta take some stock up to the dragon’s den.” Your favorite coworker, Ellie, called you over the intercom.
“Hold on, I’m scraping off layers of cotton candy from my arm.”
“Oh right, the special edition unicorn horns came in today,” she snickered. “Glad I didn’t get concessions today.”
“Then how are you getting me off of it?” You dry off your arm and make sure your skin isn’t still sticky.
“I asked for extra help and they told me to pull whoever I wanted. You can thank me later when we go get coffee after work.”
You make your get away, happy to leave the concession booth behind and meet Ellie in the stock room.
Ellie pointed to one of the utility dollies she had begun loading. “Resellers can kiss my ass,” she grumbled.
You got a smirk on your face. “You’d think we’d have some sort of turret system set up at the door to shoot them as they try to leave.”
Ellie grinned along. “Or alligators in the mote. Maybe we could leave the Magician a suggestion card.” She motioned to a spot in the back where a giant blue box sat asking for suggestions to make the store better.
“Do you think he even reads those things? I’ve never seen anyone empty that thing. And I’ve put like five suggestions for a chocolate fountain in there.” You take one of the loaded dollies and go into the back hallway that parallels the main hall.
“Only five?” Ellie laughed.
The supply hallway went into the staff break room, where from within you could hear the princess practicing her song. She would get the high note, then her voice would crack and she would cuss loudly.
“Dollies coming through,” Ellie announced loudly.
“Oh! Ellie!” The princess called out to her. “I need your help.”
Ellie set her dolly aside and motioned for you to keep going. “I’ll be there in half a tick. You can manage to stack boxes by yourself right?”
“I’ll try, but you remember what happened last time,” you sighed dramatically.
Ellie smiled and turned to the princess. “What’s going on, Brit?”
Back when she first applied for the job, Ellie had wanted to be the princess. She was a talented singer and performer, but she apparently wasn’t the ‘look’ they were going for. Brittany, who had been hired as the princess, was the look but she wasn’t as trained as Ellie for singing. So Ellie had been helping her out and the two had gotten close.
You went on into the elevator, going up to the top floor where the dragon’s den was. It was the main toy room, filled with special editions, collectors items, and a whole section of vintage toys that was impressive, even by ebay standards.
You set your dolly at the empty shelf and looked over towards the stage. The dragon animatronic was hidden back within the shadows, but you could still see the flickering of the lights inside its mouth. You took out a razor blade and cut open the first box.
As you stocked the shelf you went into a zone. Stocking was probably the easiest job as long as you were left alone and there wasn’t something fancy to do. You weren’t really paying attention to anything or anyone. In fact, the dragon’s den was surprisingly empty.
“Little girl,” a deep voice sang out.
You stiffened and looked around then went back to work.
“Little girl,” the voice sang out again.
You just kept on working. Someone was probably playing with their kid in one of the nearby rooms, you thought.
You turned to get another box and there was someone right beside you. You screamed and chucked the box into their chest.
“Hello little girl, are you lost?” It was the dragon animatronic standing there. The massive figure had bits and pieces of knight’s armor on his body that were shiny chrome. He stood at least six feet tall if you didn’t include the horns on his head. His eyes flickered between gold and red lights, and inside his mouth his throat crackled and flashed with the fire inside him.
You snarled and cussed under your breath and you picked up the thrown box. “Go back into your den.”
The dragon bent at the waist. “I asked you a question.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and you looked back at the dragon. “Excuse me?”
The dragon chuckled. “When little girls get lost, bad things can happen.”
“Are you threatening me?” You snapped at him.
The dragon’s eyebrow wiggled. “Are you into that?”
“What the fuck?” You snapped.
“What is it?” Ellie came up the hallway and parked her dolly beside yours. “Wow, it’s really quiet up here.”
“Except the fucking dragon!” You snapped then went to point at it standing beside you. But the dragon was gone.
“Is it making that noise again?” Ellie asked.
You furrowed your brow, seeing the dragon standing back in the shadows where it came from. “No. It was right here. It said some weird shit.”
“What?” Ellie arched a brow at you. “The dragon doesn’t talk. It just roars and growls. Remember?”
“Are you sure? Because I swear it said ‘little girl’.”
Ellie glanced to the stage and shrugged. “Maybe one of the techs did something.”
You returned to stocking, still perturbed by what had happened.
It was close to closing, so you and Ellie finished up what you had and cleaned up the empty, broken down boxes. You returned the remaining stock and changed out of your uniforms.
“Oh shit,” you huffed, patting down your pockets. “I think I left my phone in the dragon’s den.”
“Do you want me to wait on you?” Ellie asked.
“No. I’ll meet you later.” You went back to the elevator and up to the top floor. Everything was shut down, so it was eerily quiet and only a few lights remained on. Inside the dragon’s den only the stage lights were on, so it was hard for you to search for your phone.
“I think it was here,” you muttered to yourself. You patted the shelves to find your phone. You then heard it ringing from the stage. Looking up, you saw the screen glowing in the mouth of the dragon.
“No,” you announced loudly. “Not at all. No.”
Your phone kept ringing.
“I don’t like this!” You shouted.
Your phone went silent for a beat. Then it started ringing again.
You raised your arms then slapped them back down against the side of your legs. “Fuck you universe.” You climbed up on stage and walked across it towards the dragon. Your phone screen glowed behind the jagged teeth inside its mouth.
“Look here my guy,” you whispered to the dragon. “I paid a lot of money for that phone. Look at me. I’m poor as fuck. I’m willing to take risks, but you gotta play along.”
The dragon didn’t move.
You reached up and placed your hand on the dragon’s mouth with one hand then placed your finger between the gaps of the teeth with the other to pry it open.
“Little girl,” the dragon said.
“No!” You slapped the dragon as hard as you could, but since he was mostly metal that only hurt you instead.
The dragon chuckled, raising his head and then taking your phone from inside his mouth. He dangled it above you. “Left something behind?”
You cradled your hand against your chest. “You know I did.”
The dragon laughed and looked at the phone. “Want it back?”
You glared in disbelief. Could one of the techs have stayed behind just to fuck with you? Why? “I don’t know what's happening. But yes! I want my damn phone!”
“Then do me a favor,” the dragon chuckled. “Go down to the concessions and get me a little snack. I’ve been craving sugar all day.”
“Concessions are closed,” you grumbled.
The dragon shrugs. “It doesn’t need to be something fancy. Just something to satisfy my sweet tooth,” he chuckled.
“Sweet tooth,” you laughed. “Yeah sure. And I’m just going to get my crazy side examined. Because obviously I’m having a mental breakdown, or someone is trying to fuck with me.”
The dragon’s eyes flashed bright red and he bent over so he was directly in your face. The bits of knight’s helm that hung on his head reflected the red glow of his eyes, giving him a menacing and almost devilish look.
“I’ll fuck you to get some candy,” he snarled.
“Nothing sweet about me, so good luck!”
The dragon’s brow raised and he started chuckling, soft and quiet. They soon grew into much louder chortles. Going into a belly aching laugh. He rose back up, throwing his head back and spreading out the massive wings upon his back. Fire bellowed up from the stage behind him, which did make you jump.
“I want candy! I want it now!” The dragon roared.
“Fine! Just don’t light me on fire. I don’t like that.” You hop off the stage and show him your middle finger. “Fucking possessed animatronic trying to make me do shit,” you grumbled under your breath.
Maybe you were in shock and that was why you were taking this in stride, you thought as you went down the elevator to the concessions stand. Maybe I’ve lost my mind and this is how I’m coping, you add as you walk down the hall. Maybe I made an imaginary friend and I’ll go on magical adventures, you think as you snatch a bag of candy corn from behind the counter.
You go back to the dragon’s den to find the dragon perched on the edge of the stage, kicking his legs back and forth while he played on your phone.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m watching cat videos,” the dragon sneered. He jutted out his big, clawed hand to you. “What’d you get me?”
You show him the bag of candy corn.
“Candy corn?” He snarled. “Who in their right fucking mind wants candy corn?”
“Look, you asked for candy and I brought you candy! Now give me back my phone!” You lurched to try and get it, but the dragon stood back upon the stage.
“Get me some real fucking candy. And no grandma ribbon candy either!”
You swiped at his ankles with the candy corn bag. “Some dragon you are! You sound like a spoiled brat with some entitlement issues.”
“Well this entitled brat has your phone.” He wagged it in your face. “Gummy worms! Get me gummy worms.”
“You should have said that first!” You kicked the stage as you turned around and went back the way you came. “This better be the breakdown my therapist told me about.”
You went to concessions, snatching several bags of gummy worms. Once you returned to the dragon’s den you couldn’t see him anywhere.
“Oh thank fucking God it’s over.” You sighed. You stepped in further, not seeing anysigns of the dragon on stage. You looked around the room, seeing faint green movements in the reflective gold of the ceiling.
“I hope security will enjoy this.” You sat down upon the stage and opened up one of the bags of gummy worms and just helped yourself.
Something warm breathed down upon the back of your neck. “What are you doing?”
You almost shuddered upon hearing his voice, and you offered back another bag. “Calm your tits.”
The dragon snatched the bag. “About time.”
You rolled your eyes and continued eating from your open bag. “Can I have my phone back now please?”
“Not yet, I’m watching something.”
You turned around to see him with his head bent down, watching your phone screen. For a moment, he didn’t look like an animatronic, he actually looked like a dragon standing there with gummy worms between his teeth.
“What are you?” You asked curiously.
The dragon looked up, cutting his sharp eyes at you. “Can’t you see?” He waved his hand down his body. “Take it all in, little girl. What you see is what you get.”
You shook your head. “No, really, it’s not. You do realize how this looks from my perspective right? I’ve been arguing with myself all evening whether or not I’m hallucinating all of this.”
“If you are hallucinating me, lucky you,” he chortled. “I’m a delight!”
“Someone’s lying to you,” you grumbled under your breath.
The dragon clicked his tongue. “You’re not hallucinating. I’m real, same as you. I’m just…” He hesitated then turned his head away.
“Just what?” You asked.
He shrugged. “You’re just some human girl. You wouldn’t get it.” He looked at his claws, posing his hands to catch the best light. He then opened another bag of gummy worms and grumbled under his breath. “Astaroth really promised this would be better. Safer! Hah!”
You furrowed your brow at this. “What do you mean safer?”
The dragon huffed and tossed your phone into your lap. “Just take your phone.” he snatched the bag of gummy worms from your hands. “I’m done with you. Scurry along home before I change my mind.”
You slipped off the stage and checked your phone. Within your photos you saw the dragon had taken a huge amount of selfies. You swiped through them, seeing some that were blurry, some that were well poised if not a little cringey. He had taken some in a suggestive pose which made you really question your sanity. You sighed and put your phone into your back pocket.
“Well, this turned out to be a pretty interesting evening. Next time you want candy just ask. You don’t have to be a creepy asshole to get it.” You walked towards the elevator when you saw a gold light flash behind you. You turned around and saw the dragon standing over you.
“Okay what now?” You grunted.
“Cotton candy,” the dragon breathed.
You furrowed your brow.
“You heard me! I want cotton candy. Bring me some tomorrow.”
You turned around to fully face him, tilting your chin up to look at him. “And what’s in it for me? You can’t hold my phone ransom every night.”
The dragon snarled. “Can’t you just be a kind person?”
“Can’t you?” You retorted mockingly.
The dragon slouched and the fire in his throat flickered a little brighter. “What do you want, girl? Mind you I’m asking you for candy. So I don’t have gold or anything like that on hand.”
“I want to know what the fuck is going on? Are you the only animatronic like this? Who is Astaroth? That’s the name of some big shot demon, right? What’s he got to do with this?”
The dragon cupped his large, clawed hand around your face. “That’s enough questions out of you. Bring me cotton candy and I’ll let you in a few secrets about this place,” he sneered. He released your mouth and stood erect. “I’m Valac, and if you want to keep this little exchange situation mutual, you’ll keep your mouth shut.”
You looked him up and down. “Then why did you bother me at all?”
Valac chuckled. “That’s a question for another day, little girl.” He wagged his hand towards the door. “Now get out of here. I’m bored with you already.”
You rolled your eyes and left, finally leaving the tower and getting into your car. You have a few messages from Ellie, which you reply to and told her you had to hunt for your phone and found it in lost and found.
“Damn, it got down there fast,” Ellie replied.
“Yeah. but at least I found it. Hey, do you know the name Valac at all? What about Astaroth?” You texted her.
“Astaroth is some bigwig demon right? Never heard the name Valac at all. Sounds like some sort of fungus cream. Why do you ask?”
You’d remember that for later. “Heard the names earlier. I’m heading home now.”
That evening when you got home you did an internet search. Astaroth brought up exactly what you expected. Lots of articles on demonology and the like. Astaroth was a big deal. But the search for Valac brought up some villain from a video game, as well as the evil nun from that movie. But a little further down in the search, you saw more demonology articles.
“Hmm, demons,” you murmured to yourself. “Am I working for a cult? Nah. Too easy.” You opened up an article about a demon called Valac. There wasn’t much there, just a few lines about how they were a president in hell, which gave you a good chuckle.
You looked back at the pictures on your phone that Valac had taken. In some of them he appeared as the animatronic like you knew. In others there was almost a realistic quality to him, like he was an actual dragon.
“Demon, dragon, or robot. What have I got here?” You leaned back in your chair and sighed. “I’m going to bed.”
--------------------------------
During your shift, if you are able, you go around to the animatronics around the Magician’s Treasure Tower, inspecting them for any signs of demon possession. Perhaps the dragon was the only one and he’s just an irritating accident, but your gut feeling since meeting Valac has said otherwise.
There was a karaoke bar in the music room where there’s a vampire bat animatronic that’s also a karaoke machine. It’s one of the few animatronics with actual vocal functions and can sing back up to the person performing the karaoke.
Then there was the minotaur in the book room. He wandered around the dozens of ceiling high shelves and presented rewards to people who found him. He was actually your favorite, but now you were even questioning him.
There was a naga animatronic in the game room whose tail serves as a charging port for electronics and sometimes serves snacks during competitions. It is one of the more complex of the animatronics, and would have been your first guess for being possessed.
Valac, on the other hand, put on shows regularly in the toy room. Considering lots of kids came through, he would growl and snarl at them, as well as control lights upon the stage. There was a performer who was the knight who would fight him, and sometimes the princess would sing a special song to put him to sleep on certain days.
You really wished you could sing so you could put Valac to sleep.
“Stop bringing me these stupid buckets!” Valac waved the tub of cotton candy you had brought him above your head. “I told you last time they’re too small for me, and you never bring me enough.”
“And like I’ve told you before: no! They turn off the equipment downstairs and have them all cleaned each day. I’m not risking my ass further to make you fresh cotton candy then have to worry about cleaning that machine every dang night. Be grateful I’m bringing you these. They’re just as good and there are a bunch of different flavors.”
Valac grumbled under his breath and popped open the lid. “This is barely a mouthful. And you didn’t bring watermelon flavored ones.”
You held up your bag and shook it. “I have more you fucking baby. But I’m not giving you any until you answer some of my questions.”
“I don’t know why you even care about it.” He shoved cotton candy into his jowls. “It’s none of your business really.”
You rolled your eyes. “You made it my business. And you’ve been avoiding answering anything at all the past week. So if you want to bitch and moan then stop asking me to bring you candy every day.”
He didn’t consider that option long. “I’ve been without long enough! I took a risk talking to you anyways. You should be flattered.”
You made a mouth with your hand and flapped it to mock him. “I should be put in a padded room for putting up with you as long as I have. I know you’re a demon and not a powerful one from what I’ve gathered.”
He flinched and snarled low in his throat. “What’s powerful to a human? Most humans don’t even know how to gain power outside of money!”
You snickered at him. “Obviously you don’t have that either.”
He chucked that cotton candy bucket at you, but you caught it. “You have no idea whose side I am on, little girl.”
“You said Astaroth the other night, so I’m assuming him.”
Valac leaned his head back, trying to do an intimidating glare upon you. “You have no idea what power is, so you can’t even imagine what he could do.”
You shrugged. “I sometimes can’t imagine another day, so fair is fair.” You took a seat upon the stage and pulled an energy drink from your backpack. “So, why are you here?”
Valac’s eyes darted away. “Why not?”
“If you’re hiding from something, I get it. But why…this.” You waved your hand around then brought the sticky sweet drink to your lips.
Valac huffed and smoke came out of his nostrils. “Why does it matter?”
You set your drink down on the stage. “It’s a glorified toy store. Aren’t demons a bit more glamorous than that? But like I said, if you’re hiding from something I get it.”
Valac was trying to skirt around the answer, you could tell that. But you also knew he was going to be wanting the rest of that cotton candy you had in your backpack. Hence why it was in your lap rather than somewhere he could snatch it.
“Look, it’s a lot to unpack, and I don’t think a mere human being like yourself could even comprehend what it all is. Your squishy little mind couldn’t even fathom my actual form. So what’s the point of trying to explain our reasoning for being here?” He turned around dramatically, whipping his tail so it rapt against the wall.
“Did you choose to look like a dragon because it would be cool?” You teased him.
“I didn’t choose shit!” Valac went to shove a display but stopped himself. He came back towards you and stole your energy drink off the stage. “We pulled straws.”
“We?”
Valac glared at you as he drank, crushing the aluminum can in his hand then tossing it over his shoulder amongst the shelves of toys. “You’re so smart, surely you’ve put it all together. The other animatronics. We’re all fucking demons.”
You nodded. “Well, that answers my other question. Now you owe me for the drink.”
Valac’s eyes focused upon your backpack. “Are you gonna ask me to put out next? Just give me the-”
You yanked your bag back. “Fine. I’ll just leave.” You slipped off the stage and headed towards the door.
“Wait!” Valac came after you. “What about the cotton candy?”
“You got some. Be grateful.” You huffed. “I’m not sticking around if you’re going to be acting like a brat the whole time. I have friends that do that for free.”
Valac scoffed. “Okay fine. Fine!” His wings flapped and he pointed back to the stage. “Come back inside. I’ll tell you…some stuff. Not everything.”
You followed him back inside, handing him another tub of cotton candy, which he picked at this time to make it last.
“Okay, so obviously you know demons exist now. Right? Well, it’s bigger than that. There’s a whole system of royals and nobles and politicians amongst the demons that decides the pecking order and who does what and who rules who.” He looked down into the bucket, and once again that sparkling animatronic veneer looked almost real.
“Well that’s all gone to shit. Demon’s are leaving one by one, and the pecking order has become a blood bath. Those who want to be the king of hell are staying and going to war, while there are others who have left and are seeking refuge either here or somewhere in the underneath.”
“Underneath what?” You asked.
“Not what, the underneath. It’s a place. Something else a silly little girl like you would never be able to understand.” He put a pinch of cotton candy into his mouth.
You didn’t really want to press farther anyways. Learning there was a demon war was enough. “So you’re here because of a demon war? Why the toy store then?”
Valac looked you up and down. “Because there are others up here, and sometimes being out in the open is the safest place to be.”
“Others?”
Valac handed you the empty cotton candy bucket. “That’s it for today. Storytime is over. My patience is done. Take care now. Bye bye then.” He jumped up onto the stage and walked in the back where he became hidden in the shadows.
You waited for a moment before you got up and left. You actually just ran from the building, afraid to run into any of the other demons that lived within the Magician's Magic Tower. And by process of elimination, you could only guess who the real owner was now.
The next day at work was pretty busy, there were a few big launches coming out the following day, so stock and prep was of the utmost importance that evening. Most of the staff stayed a few extra hours to prepare them, as well as a special viewing party and board game competition that was going on.
You were in the dragon’s den, stocking the new releases. Your other coworker went back to get more stock, so you weren’t surprised to hear Valac whispering to you once they were gone.
“Psst, little girl.”
You sighed and tried to finish off the last box before the rest came.
“Hey,” Valac snarled. “Hey!”
“I can hear you,” you huffed.
Valac came crawling out of the shadows of the stage. He slid across the stage then jutted out his hand towards you. “Come here,” he waved for you.
“Can’t you see I’m working?” You continued putting toy boxes onto the shelf.
Valac hopped off the stage. “I’m bored!”
You glanced towards the door then glared back at him. “Get back up there before someone else sees you! I’m okay being tortured by you, but I am not letting anyone else have this burden!”
“Aww, you’re possessive of me.” He growled in his throat. “I like that in a woman.”
“That’s not what is going on you dumb lizard!” You shoved him back towards the stage. “Get back up there!” You try forcing him on stage.
“Do you have any candy on you?” He playfully searched your pockets but you kept slapping his hands.
“Stop touching there! That’s not for you!” You hissed at him.
You then heard the squeaking of the dolly as it approached. You kept slapping Valac but he pulled you up on stage and into the shadows with him. He cupped his hand around your mouth as he pulled you into the darkness and behind the black stage curtains.
You struggled against him, but he held you there with a chuckle in his throat. You could hear the other coworker going on about business as normal, opening boxes with a razor, setting things upon the shelf, the dull thud of their headphones.
“Shh,” Valac whispered into your ear. “Just stay here a second.”
You shoved his hand away. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” You hissed at him.
“I was bored. I told you. I’ve come to enjoy your little late night visits.” He peered out from behind the curtain. “Besides, they’ve got their headphones on anyways. They won’t even notice you’re gone.”
“Yes they will. I was there and then I wasn’t!”
“You probably just went to the bathroom, it’s fine.” Valac’s eyes glowed golden in the dark, casting candle-like shadows around you. “They aren’t going to care in the long run.”
“You can’t just snatch people like that. Let alone search my pockets!” You smacked his hand as he came close again.
“Come on, admit it, you were getting tired of working anyways.” Valac’s long tail swished behind him. “And if you don’t have any candy for me, then what do you have for me?”
You glared at him.
Valac’s tongue licked along his sharp teeth. “Come on, we have fun.”
“You call what we do fun?”
Valac nodded. “Yeah! You’re funny, I’m charming. We make a delightful pair.” His tail continued to swish, and you took a glance at it before looking back up..
“Okay…” You adjusted your sitting position a bit. “So this hasn’t been just about you getting candy?”
“Don’t get cocky now.”
“Oh wow, we’re friends,” you said quietly. “Oh my god we’re friends!” You said a bit louder.
Valac tapped his finger over his mouth. “They may still have headphones on, but you’ll need to keep your voice down.”
“I should go back to work then.” You stood and headed for the curtains but Valac grabbed you from behind.
“No. Stay! Please?” Valac pouted and lifted you off the floor. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You’ve never done that.”
“Oh yes I have.” Valac carried you back into the shadows. “What if I stopped asking you to bring me candy?” He set you down again.
“I’d think something was wrong.” You tried to look around, but everything was barely lit from the ember in his eyes.
“What if I asked for something else?”
You looked him up and down. “What are you getting at?”
Valac pulled up a chair for you. “You see, now that we’re friends, I figured we could come to a place where I scratch your back and you scratch mine.”
You took the seat and crossed your arms against your chest. “Isn’t that what we’re doing, Valac?”
“Something different,” he huffed. “Something a little more mutual.”
You sighed and pressed your fingers against your temple. “Are you asking to be friends with benefits?”
“How’d you guess that?” He exclaimed.
“I’ve had a few former acquaintances try to pull that shit simply because I’m plus size. Why the hell are you trying to pull the same thing?”
Valac frowned and tilted his head to the side. He took a deep breath as if he was going to say the most important words of his life. “Demons are not built for celibacy. And since coming into this toy store it’s been nothing but! I’m desperate here.”
You shook your head. “That’s exactly what a lady wants to hear.”
Valac’s tail twitched pathetically. “I feel comfortable enough telling you that! You’d think I’d just say that out loud to anyone? I like you, that’s why I’m asking.”
“Okay high school.”
Valac cupped his hand around your mouth to keep you quiet. “Look here, girl. I’m asking you this nicely because I’ve grown to adore our time together. And I’m not good at showing my affection for people outside a good old fashioned orgasm. Do you understand?”
It was a bit of a shock, but you nodded.
“Okay, so stay quiet. Let me tell you a few things so you can understand where I am coming from. First off, yes I like you, you piss me off and make me laugh. I like that in a woman. Second, you’ve not said a word to anyone. You’ve kept me a secret and I greatly appreciate that. Big risks come with big rewards, and I have a doozy of a reward for you.”
You pushed his hand aside. “You sound so sure I’ll agree to this little…tryst. What makes you think so?”
Valac leaned in close to you. “You’re lonely too, right? Why else would you risk hanging out with a demon?”
You looked away. “Low blow.”
“I know.” Valac cupped your cheek. “I only asked because I knew you’d be honest with me, and I like that about you too. So, would you be up for it?”
You pinched your thighs together and tried to keep your expression fierce. “What exactly would I be up for?”
Valac chuckled and leaned in close to you, bracing his clawed hands upon the arms of the chair. “How about I bite the buttons off that ridiculous uniform? One by one until they’re all scattered on the floor? Then I can nibble and bite all I want, or until you beg me to stop.”
You gulped and nodded. “Okay. Not bad.”
“Then, I’ll see just where I stand with you. Because what’s between your legs doesn’t lie now, does it? If I find myself a treasure, I’m going to take it.” He brushed aside your hair and you could feel his hot breath against your skin. “But you’ll have to be quiet since your little friend is still out there. They won’t know how hard you’re getting it. How good it feels. Because trust me, with a demon, it’s always too good.”
You swallowed again and glanced towards the curtains. “Not while someone is here. You can’t be that hard up.”
“I am,” he growled. “Are you?”
You looked into his eyes and that signaled your downfall. His kiss was waiting and his sharp teeth nipped at your bottom lip. He licked down your neck with a long, wet tongue that came from the depths of his mouth. He plucked the first button, then the second, spitting them down onto the ground a ringing clatter.
He lifted his head back up, kissing you again as his claws went down your chest. “You don’t seem too worried now, girl.”
You touched your warm cheek. “It’s weird you call me girl.”
“You like it.” he whipped your belt off and cracked it in the air, going still to listen if that coworker noticed anything. When the coast was clear, he tugged off your pants and tossed them aside.
“Won’t be needing those.” He pulled you out of the chair and lifted you up in his arms, carrying you to a wall where he pressed your back. He kissed again and dragged his hands down your sides.
“It’s been so long,” he moaned.
“Yeah!” You panted.
Valac chuckled against your skin, as he adjusted your hips so he could press against you. He looked down then back into your eyes. “What am I going to find waiting on me?” He licked his fingertips then reached down between the two of you. His long, hard fingers dipped down inside your panties and he started a very short search. You fidgeted, panting softly as his fingertips found the treasure he wanted.
“Good. You behaved for me for once.” He pushed your underwear aside and he slipped up along your slit. “But you knew you wanted this reward. Even if you don’t care to admit it.”
“Shut the hell up and stop playing around,” you huffed.
“Don’t be too eager. We don’t want this to end too soon.” He glanced over his shoulder. “We need to take this nice and slow and enjoy ourselves.”
You smacked his cheek playfully. “You don’t have the balls.”
He sneered at you. “You’ll regret that, girl.”
You smacked him again. “Do it, you big chicken.”
He snapped his teeth in your face. “Keep trying me, girl. I’ll show you just how big I am.” He pulled his hips back and slid into place. He glided inside, and you let out a loud cry that made him cup his hand over your mouth. He looked back while you were trying to comprehend what he just put inside you.
“I told you to be quiet,” Valac hissed. “I know it’s good. But I haven’t even done anything yet.”
You gripped your hands into his shoulders, which now felt more like flesh than metal. “Fucking hell!”
Valac laughed. “You are.”
You took a few breaths before he started to move. He rolled his hips, going back then aiming upwards to press inside you.
“There now, isn’t this nice?” He growled. “Do you like it?”
You were still trying to wrap your mind around what he was packing. He felt curved and thick, but there were ridges and textures you couldn’t quite explain.
“You needed this just as much as I did,” he moaned. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you be lonely again.”
“Be quiet,” you huffed.
“I don’t think you want me to,” he growled. “You get wetter every time I open my mouth. You’re practically begging for me.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing in closer.
“Want me to lay you down?” Valac moved you from the wall and laid you down upon a bed that was used as a prop. He looked down upon you, stretching out his wings that had become a pale white in the shadows. His eyes glowed red, and there seemed to be five of them.
“Don’t-” You gasped.
Valack chuckled. “Oh? Don’t what?”
You bit your lip, cursing you’d said anything. “Don’t stop.”
Valac laid upon you, pressing kisses to your face and neck. He opened you up again, pressing inside and moaning into your ear.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “Admit it, you’re loving this aren’t you?”
You grabbed hold of him and forced him down. “Just fuck me,” you huffed.
“As you wish,” he snarled. He cupped his hand over your mouth and from there it was all you could do to keep hold. He dragged it on too, not giving you a moment to think or breathe. He took over your senses, filling your mind with white fog as you focused upon that deep, powerful pleasure.
“Where the fuck did she go?”
Valac went still and stiff. The voice of your coworker snapped you back to your senses and you followed his gaze to the curtain. Valac’s hips moved again, thrusting slowly inside you. Through the curtains you could see the coworker looking around. They walked about the front of the stage, all the while Valac was starting to move faster and harder.
You glared at him, grabbed hold of his wrist. Valac grinned, licking his chops as you felt a tremble go through your body.
“This is bullshit,” the coworker huffed.
“I feel it,” Valac breathed into your ear. “Let go. Let me give it to you.”
Your grip around his wrist tightened and your back curled up off the bed. Valac’s hips shuddered and he pressed in deeper, choking on his own breath as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
“Fuck it,” the cowroker huffed and they left the room.
You whimpered and shook, unsure if your legs had launched from your body or not. It was quiet for a long moment. Valac breathed and struggled to move his body. He pulled back and gazed down at you. His dark, red eyes focused then blurred in your vision. Closing your eyes you sunk into the bed and relaxed.
Valac chuckled. “That was close.” he moved his hand away from your mouth and licked your lips. “How are you doing down there, buddy?”
“Okay I guess.”
Valad laughed, kissing you and adjusting your legs. “Don’t lie to me. I like it when you’re honest.”
You breathed softly. “I don’t want to inflate your ego.”
“Oh do it.” He kissed your cheek and nipped. “That's all part of the fun.”
A new robot at Hepheastus Academy! He’s known for being strict to help improve his former villain image, but he may have finally met his match.
Female Reader x Male Monster
You’re still getting used to your big move, and this new job is very different from what you expected. Hephaestus Academy is huge, and the mech shop you work in feels like it’s the size of a mall, two stories with an open plaza in the center. You have a workshop on the second floor completely dedicated to soldering and tight repair work. You see a lot of students daily, but mostly your skills have been used for emergency calls.
You enjoy your job, and breaking away from your old one, but this place is filled to the brim with people - heroes-in-training, teachers, all sorts of staff, and professional heroes. It’s enough to make your head spin. Luckily, when you’re in your own personal workshop, you don’t have to deal with crowds as much. Your co-worker in the shop next to you, Heidi, operates a 3D printer to make replacement parts, and the two of you have developed a pretty good friendship. She’s shown you around the campus, and so far has been the only roommate in your new apartment. You have lunch with her when you can.
Ensnaring you from behind in their four arms, the chitinous and ethereal Beetle Fae titters excitedly in your ear. Clawing fingers peeling away your clothes, soft mandibles nibbling the soft places on your neck.
Your bare nipple peaking from exposure to the air, gooseflesh crawling across your skin from the gently pinching claws at your breast. The clawed hands of the Beetle Fae wandering over your bare skin, sending jolts of excitement to your core.
Desire puddling between your thighs, their antennae twitching at the scent of your arousal. A gasp escaping your lips as their claws gently nudge your clit, their shiny wings flittering in excitement and their mandibles nipping your neck a little harder as your body melts against them.
Circling the bud of your clit with their claw, the Beetle Fae tilts your chin to kiss you deeply, mandibles gently biting your lip. Heady pheromones fill your senses, your body growing heavy and your need dripping down your thighs.
Swelling forth and twitching, their ovipositor emerges from their dripping slit. Deftly they lift you with their arms, the clawed fingers of one hand parting your puffy dripping folds to press against the tip of their ovipositor. Throbbing, flexible but firm, thinner at the tip becoming thicker at the base, pressing gently then more earnestly into your cunt.
The Beetle Fae takes their time, working you open on their ovipositor, rubbing circles on your clit while you drip down their length. Their chittering mandibles nip at your skin, along your neck, your earlobe, your bottom lip. Sumptuous pheromones loosen you, open you, their ovipositor filling you completely, kissing your cervix.
Thrusting deeper than you thought possible, their tip plunges into your womb made pliant and receptive. Stars flash in your eyes, your body spasming as they continue to play with your clit. Waves of ecstatic pleasure as their ovipositor thickens between your lips, an egg pushing along the length and into your waiting womb.
More follow, each one dragging deliciously and sending shudders of pleasure through your overwhelmed body. They fill your womb, belly barely swelling, chest heaving, vision blurry with ecstasy. The Beetle Fae retracts their ovipositor, a whimper escaping your lips at the sudden emptiness of your cunt.
They do not release you, instead they touch you with increasing intensity, your swollen clit throbbing under their clawed finger, pinching your erect nipples, holding your folds open for more. Their cock now emerging from their slit, chitinous, ridged, and dripping precum.
The Beetle Fae thrusts their cock into you in one swift motion, stars bursting in your vision as you're dragged screaming into your orgasm. Unrelentingly they continue to thrust into your cunt, dragged and held by all four arms, fingers still circling your puffy clit.
Filled beyond what you thought was possible, the ridges of their cock dragging deliciously along your walls. They hold you with otherworldly strength, their wings fluttering with deep pleasure, chittering in your ear.
Cock throbbing, their thrusting quickens, slamming into your cunt. The Beetle Fae spills their seed deep inside you, length pulsating, holding you tight and close to remain seated deep within.
Keeping you filled with their cock, clawed hands stroking the gentle swell of your belly full of their eggs. The Beetle Fae chittering excitedly at the prospect of the egg laying to ensue...
I think grabbing an angel's halo should feel like choking to them. That is the conduit of their power it should feel stifling, restricting, like something has been cut off! I want to run my finger along that blinding circle of light and watch their eyes shoot open in panic as they feel the tightness shoot across their whole body
He’s just so mean to you because he doesn’t wanna admit how much you mean to him. How much he craves you. He spends so much of his time thinking about bending you over any available surface and fucking you raw. Any time he looks at you all he can think about is the way your pretty face twists up in pleasure as he sinks his massive girth inside your tight cunt.
And he hates himself for it. He’s meant to be your Professor, you’re his TA. Of course, he only made you his TA so he could get closer to you. But he beats himself up about that enough, and beats himself off enough to you. All of it just makes him more upset at himself and he takes it out on you, his poor sweet Bimbo.
You barely notice it anyway because you’re just as bad as he is. Every time you look at him your eyes move down in appreciation as if on instinct. Taking in his bulging pecs and the soft swell of his hard muscular belly before moving to his rippling arms that nearly burst through the fabric of those slutty (completely professional) button up shirts. Then it’s impossible not to go down further at the constant tent in his pants because it’s impossible to hide his sheer size. And of course, his thick thighs that you still dream about riding again.
Every inch of your Professor is too sexy, you just can’t control yourself. Or your fat cunt that grows slick with your arousal the moment you’re in the same room as him. Like you’re already trying to prep yourself for his thick size.
As an Orc, your Professor never fails to sense it either. The scent of your lust filling his nose till it’s all he can smell, only making him more crazy for you. And more mean. Mostly because he knows how much you like it so he doesn’t bother holding back.
He’s felt the way you squeeze his fingers so tight when he calls you his good little whore. He’s had you coming just off his claims that you’re so desperate for him simply so you can get better grades in his class. And every time he makes you admit how his cock is the best you’ve ever had, how no one else could satisfy you the way he can, you squirt so pretty around his length. Your body a total wreck by the time he’s done with you.
It works for you two, both of you getting exactly what you want and need out of the dynamic. Although you and your Professor secretly crave more than all the hiding behind your emotions and the rough sex. Beneath it all, there’s a part of you both that yearns for something deeper.
Neither of you will admit it though, too scared to rock the boat of your relationship. For now at least…
Want to read more Orc Professor? Check it out here!
When he makes you laugh during sex and then you feel his hands tighten on your hips and his jaw clenches, muttering a stiff “ease up,” while he tries to stop himself from cumming early because “if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’ll cum.”
Government that employs you to take care of the beasts in heat. Poor minotaur bulls who desperately need relief and fill your holes. Werewolfs with aching knots absolutely desperate to be inside you. Snarling gnolls bending you over a breeding bench to fuck you like a bitch.
Warnings: minors don’t interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, p in v sex, big 🍆, p in v sex.
Find Part 1 in my Mixed Species masterlist 🩷
Your Forest Guardian filled you up, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushed deep, so deep that you whined, the sensation of him making you breathless. The stretch, angle, and depth were perfect. A perfect fit. You gasped when he bottomed out, your hands gripping his shoulders, holding onto him as his dick pulsed deep inside you.
“So tight,” he murmured. “So warm.”
You moaned in response, grateful that he always gave your body time to adjust to the fullness of him. The pleasure built fast and soon you were begging him to move—his hold on your ass held you there, immobilized with his dick up your depths.
Each stroke he gave was deep and sure, and after a while, his hips started rolling upwards against yours. Your guardian mate touched, caressed, and overstimulated you. It was as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His lips claimed yours again, his hungry tongue swallowing your moans as he gripped your waist and increased the pace.
In only a few seconds you were lost, floating in skies of bliss. You clung to him, your nails digging into his hard shoulders as your pussy seized, the pleasure building to a fever pitch and exploding.
“Yes,” he growled against your lips, wet squelching sounds filling your ears. “Squeeze me dry, my love. Give me everything.”
I know there’s an audience that prefers a gender neutral, appearance neutral reader.
But that’s not the audience I write for.
I write for the fat girls that spent their childhood thinking they would never be loved. I write for the fat girls that have tried everything to lose weight but couldn’t and still would like to feel desirable. I write for the fat girls who don’t WANT to be anything but themselves and are tired of society telling them they need to change to be loved and accepted.
Because some people will never NOT be fat. Some people will always be fat and that’s just how life is for us. That’s an undeniable truth, that some people will live their entire lives having a fat body.
And I think fat girls deserve to have a place, at least a single blog in this huge writing/monsterfucking community that caters to THEM specifically.
Because I am that fat girl, and I will write characters that remind me of me.
warning: incubus bf likes to share, orgy, two ps in one v, anal, incubus guys fucking each other while they wait to fuck you
Imagine incubus!bf bringing you to his group of friends. They’ve all been eyeing you for quite a bit, and thankfully your bf loves to share his pretty girlfriend!
“Ain’t she the cutest?”
“Oh wow, her tummy is so soft!”
You’re surrounded by pretty men, some on the feminine side and others tall and muscular. Every single one of them had their hands on your body, feeling and groping your soft flesh.
“My love is quite sensitive too~” your boyfriend cooed, opening up your plump thighs. “Every time I breathe on her clit she gets all wet…”
One of his friends dipped their head between your thighs, giving your perky clit a soft lick. You squirmed in embarrassment, looking to your lover with a pout.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I love watching…”
You weren’t sure what to think about these men making out with your pussy, pushing their fingers into your cunt while talking about how tight you were… but it was making you very wet to know your boyfriend was watching.
“C’mon, aren’t you gonna fuck her already?” Incubus!bf said with a pout, stroking one of his friends cocks. “See how wet she is? Hmph, and you all call yourself incubi…”
He helped guide one of his friends’ cocks to your pussy, beginning to get hard when he watched the head stretch you out.
“F-fuck… she feels so good, we’ll have to do this often…” the friend murmured, fucking into you.
Some of them offered their cocks to you, and you sucked and jerked them off like a good girl. Your boyfriend loved watching this, stroking his cock to the sight of his girlfriend being used~
The other incubi started fondling each other, too horny while waiting their turn.
You watched as the taller incubi quickly dominated the shorter ones, stroking the shorter ones cocks as they pounded their asses. The sight had your pussy dripping, because they had their eyes on you the whole time.
At some point you felt another cock enter your pussy, the incubi making out over you as their cocks rubbed against each other inside your warm cunt. Their tongues tangled together, and their tilted up your head so you could join the heated kiss.
Each incubus there got a turn with you, and your boyfriend smiled fondly as he eyed your leaking pussy.
He buried his face between your thighs, licking up all the semen that filled you up.
“Mmm… did you have fun, love? We can do this next month too…”
He kissed your head then pulled you close, letting your pussy keep his cock warm as you fell asleep.
As with the first 3 parts there’s no strong story so if you skip a part then it should all make since, but as each part is a direct continuation you may miss context.
F!reader x m!zandalari troll x f!draenei x m!worgen
Group sex, fingering, double penetration, knotting, fisting.
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Sitting at the bar of the tavern here in this little town on the edge of the map you still were not quite sure how you got there. Well, actually you did know. You had gone back to Daz’ai ship the next day just like he had invited you and ended up on your back on his desk getting railed within an inch of your life, which you had expected. What you had not expected was an invitation to join him sailing for two weeks on his patrol.
You learned a few things about him. One: while he captained a warship, he was actually an explorer. He got his start in the Golden Fleet sailing on an exploration vessel, and worked his way up the ranks to eventually captain his own small ship. Once the war broke out even non-combat sailors and captains were stationed on fighting ships and after the war he was allowed to use the warship for patrol and exploration.
Two: despite his free and open spirit, Daz’ai never slept with anyone on his crew. He lamented ‘handling things himself’ between ports and how it would be nice to have someone around who was not on his crew.
Three: everyone knows Daz’ai and his reputation. Scarcely a moment had gone by since you docked where he was not in conversation and catching up with someone.
Which brought you to now. You had been sitting next to him in the tavern when one of the most beautiful Draenei woman you had ever seen walked up and began chatting with him. Most surprisingly was when she starting speaking to him in Alliance common he was answering back in it.
“Wait? You speak alliance common!?” you nearly yelled at him in common after speaking orcish the last few days.
“I do” he shrugged.
“So why haven’t you the last few days with me?”
“I don’t like speaking common unless I have to. In Dazar’alor the language is Zandalai, in the Horde it’s orcish, here it is alliance common, so I’ll speak it when necessary”.
“But there was no reason for us to be speaking orcish if you know common!”
He just shrugged, “You came to Zuldazar, to Dazar’alor, without knowing the language, so I can’t speak my tongue with you, so we’ll both just speak a different language then”.
“Don’t be so stubborn, Daz’ai” the Draenei woman chimed in, “And be a gentleman and introduce me, will you?”
He sighed, but you learned the woman was Mizra, a local shopkeeper born and raised in this little town.
“And where is your husband?” Daz’ai asked.
“On his way, we were just closing up the shop for the night when we saw you dock” she said, “Here for very long?”
“Just overnight, picking up supplies and having a little fun” he answered.
“Your ship, or our place?” she winked “And how about your new traveling companion, does she have the same idea of fun as you? Would she want to join?” she asked.
“Ask her yourself” Daz’ai said.
Mizra turned and smiled, “What say you? I’m assuming you’re adventurous if you’re tagging along with him” she elbowed Daz’ai’s side.
“I’m the first non-human she’s been with, so I think she’s trying to be at least” Daz’ai smiled.
Mizra was close to you now, her hands on your knees and her tail wrapping around your leg, “Well, if you are interested in expanding your horizons I can definitely help with that. Sounds like you’ve never been with a Draenei?”
“No” you answered.
“How about a worgen?” she smiled.
“No, never” you answered again.
“In that case, I think you may enjoy joining us” she was so close to you, her lips brushed your cheek when she spoke.
You looked up at Daz’ai, trying to gauge what he was thinking.
“Don’t look at me, I can’t answer this for you. I’d love to have you along, but of course you don’t have to, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You can always enjoy the town and then head back to the ship and I’ll be back later” he assured you.
“I, I think I’d like to come along” your heart was racing. You had never been with more than one person at a time, and only with another woman a few times before.
“Wonderful,” Mizra smiled, “how about you two head back to the ship, and I’ll go let Barton know the plan, we’ll be there soon”.
“Well see you there” said Daz’ai.
Back on the ship you sat on the edge of the bed feeling a little nervous, not sure what to expect, so lost in thought that the knock on the door made you leap out of your skin.
“Just Mizra and Barton” Daz’ai kissed the top of your head, “And if you don’t like something it’s ok to stop, no one will be mad at you, ok?”
“Ok” though you were still nervous.
Mizra wasted no time making herself comfy next to you, grabbing your hand and giving you a smile “I’ll take care of you, just trust me and let me know if you need to stop, ok?”
“Ok” you swallowed down your nervousness as best you could.
She leaned in and pulled you into a kiss, her tongue quickly parting your lips and placing a hand on your cheek. You relaxed into it, letting her lead while you felt Daz’ai’s familiar presence behind you. He sat behind you with his legs on either side of you and his hands on your hips to pull you back against him.
Mizra’s free hand slipped under your shirt to give your nipple a soft pinch, causing you to moan into her mouth. You felt Daz’ai’ much firmer hand between your legs, rubbing at your clit over your pants. She pushed against your chest, making you to lean back against Daz’ai before breaking the kiss and giving you quite the smile.
She said nothing, but swiftly got to work helping you out of your pants and undergarments, Daz’ai helped you slip your shirt off and busied himself with playing with your breasts instead.
She looked up at you for just a moment before slipping her tongue between your folds, playfully licking you up and down several times before turning her attention to your clit. You watched as behind her Barton hoisted her hips up into the air and flipped her skirt up, taking his time to line up before sinking into her.
Mizra moaned against your clit, sending warm tingles through your whole body, “Don’t go to hard darling, I want our new friend to have the full experience after all”.
He was massive compared to her, leaning over her with his snout buried against her neck, “Then don’t make me wait to long” his voice half laughing and half growling.
You felt Mizra’s fingers against your entrance, teasing for a moment before sliding one in though she only swirled it around for a moment before removing it. Then you felt her reaching under you and pressing her slick fingering against your backside. You whined as her finger slowly entered you, unaccustomed to the feeling.
“Relax” she cooed at you, “You’re so tense, and we can’t have that”. She slowly worked her finger into you all the way to her knuckle and you squirmed from the feeling.
“Darling, fetch me my bag, will you?” she asked Barton, who huffed but did go to get her the bag. “And you, Daz’ai, pants off and on your back please”.
“Yes ma’am” you could hear the smile in his voice.
“And my new little friend, you need to relax, Daz’ai can help with that so up you go” and she gestured to Daz’ai who was now stripped down and leaning back.
Your face was bright red, sure you had ridden him a few times, but not in front of anyone. You climbed on top on him, keeping your back to Mizra and Barton so that you could just focus on Daz’ai, and slowly lowered yourself down onto him, thankful that you were still ready for him from earlier before you docked.
Mizra placed a hand on your back and guided you to lay down on him and you happily buried your face into his chest.
You heard Mizra digging through her bag and the sound of a bottle of something opening. Once more your felt her slick finger enter your backside.
“Mmm, Daz’ai I can feel you in her” she practically purred.
You felt her stroking her finger inside you and teasing him through the thin layer of separation. She slowly worked a second finger into you, gently spreading them apart and working you open.
“Oh pretty girl” she cooed at you, “You keep tensing up so much, not much experience with getting fucked in the ass?”
“None, actually” you muttered into Daz’ai’s chest.
“Oh? Then I’m going to have a lot of fun getting you warmed up and then watching my husband show you how good a thick worgen cock feels stretching you out”.
Mizra continued, slowly adding a third finger, though now as you got used to the sensation it was starting to feel incredible. Between Daz’ai lazily thrusting up into you and Mizra fingering your ass you were always a whimpering mess and on the verge of cumming.
“I think she’s ready for you darling” she said as she removed her fingers.
You felt shifting around and then large, clawed hands on your hips, “I’ll go slow, I promise” came Barton’s gruff voice.
His tip must have been as thick as Mizra’s three fingers and you whimpered as he pressed in. You had never felt so full, between Daz’ai’s already impressive size that you were still getting used to and now Barton slowly filling your ass, your mind was rapidly going blank.
Mizra kept a close eye on you, watching your face and instructing Barton to either go a little farther or wait and let you adjust. It took ages, but eventually you felt the fur of his thighs brushing against you and his full length buried in you.
“Doesn’t he feel incredible?” Mizra asked you. She had moved to be sitting next to you and was playing with your hair.
You whimpered a ‘yes’ against Daz’ai’s skin.
“Go ahead darling, but go slow with her” Mizra told Barton.
Slowly he rocked his hips against you, tentatively giving a few small thrusts to see how you handled it and the beginning a slow pace of shallow thrusts while you adjusted.
Quickly you were reduced down into a moaning, blubbering mess. Daz’ai alone was more than enough as if, but now being between the two of them you barely had a thought left in your head.
“Daz’ai” Mizra began, “Stop just playing with her and fuck her for real”
“Just didn’t want to overwhelm her” he leaned down and nuzzled the top of your head.
“She’s okay now, just look at that cute face. She’s practically drooling on you. And I have other plans for her, so get her nice and relaxed for me, will you?”
You felt Daz’ai sped up, jostling you around quite a bit and causing up to bounce up against Barton and deepen his thrusts.
“Doesn’t that feel so good?” came Mizra’s voice in your ear, “I know it’s one of my favorite spots to be in”.
You could only nod at her, and even that was difficult. Your vision was a little, blurry and hazy from tears, they were good tears from being so overstimulated by it all, but it still made it hard to see. You did not last long now that Daz’ai was not holding holding back. Quickly coming undone, not even able to make a sound, just softly whimpering as the waves of pleasure spread out across your body.
“Finish up gentlemen, it’s my turn to play with her” Mizra said.
Daz’ai continued his steady pace and pulled you tight against his chest, he seemed to like having as much contact as possible. You felt him twitch and throb in you and and warm flood of cum as he moaned in your ear. He really did make the most incredible sounds.
Barton had sped up only slightly, still following Mizra’s directions to a tee though and not getting to rough.
“Tell me, sweetheart, do you know what a knot is?” Mizra asked you.
Despite knowing what all those words meant individually, at this moment you could not string them together and figure out what she was asking. “A knot?” you stammered out.
“Mmhmm, I think it’s time to show you what the best part of fucking a worgen is” Mizra affectionately scratched Barton behind the ear.
Barton began thrusting quicker and you felt something else press against your entrance. Something firm and large. He kept up his pace until a particularly rough final thrust you felt whatever it was press into your already overstretched ass and cause you to yelp in surprise before groaning at the new sensation. You felt the flood of cum deep in you and the intense stretch from the base of Barton’s cock that had now been shoved into you.
“Feel that?” asked Mizra, “Worgen have a wonderful trick for keeping cum from leaking out, that nice thick knot at the base. Though once it’s in, it does take a while to come out”.
As if to demonstrate Barton tugged back an inch or two, though the knot prevented him from being able to decouple himself from you.
“So now what?” you asked.
“Oh don’t you worry, there’s still plenty of fun to be had while you’re stuck like that. Daz’ai, Barton, won’t you be a dear and help her up so she can sit on his lap?”
It was not the easiest, but the two of them helped you eventually sit up onto Barton’s lap with your back to his chest and Daz’ai now removed from you and sitting next to you.
Mizra wasted no time positioning herself between your legs and without saying a word she plunged a few fingers into your dripping pussy. “Nice and relaxed now” she smiled.
Her fingers were not near as thick at Daz’ai’s cock had been in you, but still felt incredible with how Barton was still filling your ass. You felt her adding fingers and pressing in farther until she was stretching you almost as much as Daz’ai did.
She giggled, “Look what a good job you’ve done Daz’ai, that’s my whole hand”.
You were panting from both the actual feeling and just the thought of it. The feeling of Mizra wriggling her fingers about in you was making you see stars as she tried to find what you liked.
“You feel that?” she asked.
You gave a soft whine in response.
“I can feel that knot in you so easily, must be really stretching you out” she teased and rubbed his knot through you.
“Don’t break her” Barton chuckled, his claws resting on your thighs and occasionally he would slowly drag them up and down your sensitive skin, giving you chills.
At this point you had leaned sideways a bit so you could rest against Daz’ai. He was playing with your hair and kissing the top of your head while telling you what a good girl you were.
Mizra continued stroking Barton through you, rubbing your gspot with every move and making you clench down on her hand and around Barton.
“You know that knot will never go down like that” Daz’ai said.
“We have all night, and maybe I want to see how many loads she can handle while staying plugged” Mizra responded “Or maybe I just want to see how long she can handle that knot”.
She continued playing with you and Barton and teasing you the whole time.
“My love?” she directed to Barton.
“Yes?” he answered.
“You can go again, can’t you?”
In response he softly began bouncing you on his cock, his knot getting driven in just a little bit deeper.
Mizra continued stroking him though you, “Does that feel good? Getting your ass knotted by my husband’s big cock while I help him get off?”
It felt like you could barely breathe, both your ass and cunt were so overstuffed, your whole body felt over stimulated, but still Mizra did not relent. Your stomach did flips as you felt her brush her fingers against your cervix.
“Wow, even this far in you I can’t find his tip, he’s even deeper in you than I am” she said.
Barton was growling in your ear as more cum flooded into you, making you feel impossibly full, though Mizra was not done with you.
You lost track of time, how many loads were pumped into you, and how many orgasms you had. Mizra finally took pity on you when it seemed like you were on the verge of passing out, withdrawing her hand and just laying her head in your thigh while you waited for Barton’s knot to go down. You felt the flood of cum drip out of you once it was able to, leaving quite a puddle.
Mizra and Daz’ai doted on you while they helped clean you up, peppering you with little kisses and constantly asking if you were ok, which you were, just exhausted too. Even Barton had his head resting on your shoulder as was gently scratching your scalp and apologizing for his wife’s intensity.
Once you were clean and dry, the bed sheets changed, and everyone was certain you were alright Mizra and Barton left for the night, bidding you farewell and that they hoped they would see you again.
You laid on Daz’ai’s chest while he ran his fingers up and down your back. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked.
“Mmhmm” you sighed into his chest, too tired to talk, but feeling incredibly content.
“Good, I’m glad you joined us, though maybe that was a bit intense for your first time like that” he laughed.
“You’re still speaking common” you muttered.
“I don’t think your brain can handle trying to speak orcish right now. Just rest” he kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket up over you.
You knew Ba’tual rarely slept with someone more than once, you weren’t quite sure exactly what to make of him letting you know he was expecting more.
(Oral: male receiving, size difference)
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The sounds of movement woke you and you opened your eyes to see sunlight streaming through the windows and Ba’tual getting dressed.
“Good, you’re up. I though I was going to have to wake you” he commented, only barely looking over.
You sat up, your head spinning a little. Not the worse hangover you had ever had, but you certainly were not feeling so great.
Looking around you saw your clothes folded and sitting on the table along with the borrowed jewelry neatly placed beside them, so at least getting dressed and leaving would be easy.
Well, mostly easy. You struggled to figure out how exactly Bira had tied the shirt around you yesterday and you resigned to wrapping it any way you could just to keep it up. Hopefully you would not see anyone on your way back to the inn where you were staying.
As you went to leave Ba’tual stopped you for a moment and placed his hand under your chin to tilt your head up and make you look at him. He glided his thumb along your bottom lip before pressing the tip of it into your mouth, “I have things to do today, but I’m not done with you yet.”
He pressed his finger in a little farther and forced you to swirl your tongue around it “But you know where to find me.”
As you went to leave he gave you such a saccharine smile. He was still insufferable, but you supposed you did not have to like him to be able to have a little fun.
Tracing the roads back to the hold as a best you could, you kept an eye out for anyone who might recognize you, disheveled hair and last night’s clothes on incorrectly was not a good look on anyone. There were not many humans in the city so you drew at least some attention anywhere you went, but at least so far you did not know anyone you walked past.
You wanted to take a wide berth around the hold, figuring that was where you were most likely to bump into familiar faces. Besides the road you usually took to get back to the inn, you realized you actually did not know any other way back. Going through the main square was your only option for now.
Cautiously you looked out from the side street you were on to check who was there. It was still fairly early in the morning and almost no one was out yet, which was quite a relief. You moved quickly across, hoping your little hustle was not drawing too much attention and you made it just over half way across before you heard a familiar voice.
“Looks like someone had a good night” Bira teased.
You could have died of embarrassment right there.
“I’m just glad to see you didn’t spend all night writing notes” she laughed.
“Yeah” you laughed back awkwardly.
“So, anyone I would know?”
“I don’t think so” you lied.
She gave you a little shrug and a smile, “Well, hope you had some fun.”
As you turned you saw something that made your heart sink: Ba’tual walking towards the two of you. Quickly you started to walk off, hoping to not be too suspicious but you heard him call out to you.
“Hey, you left this at my place” he called out much too loudly for your liking and holding up a bracelet.
You looked back and forth between him and Bira and tried to brace for impact. You were one hundred percent certain that you had put on everything that was laid out by your clothes, you had no idea how you missed something.
“Him?” Bira practically spat at you, “You have a whole city to pick from and you picked him? That’s who you went home with?”
“Good morning to you too, Bira” he smiled, clearly enjoying the scene he was currently causing while he went to hand you the bracelet.
“I could have set you up with so many better choices!” Bira hissed at you as she snatched the bracelet from Ba’tual.
“She can’t help that she has good taste” he smirked.
“A whole city. A whole city! And you choose the guy who’s been pestering you nonstop?”
You did not know how to explain it, nor did you think Bira would actually care, but Ba’tual could actually be quite charming when he wanted to be. And besides, you had fun with him. It was not like you were looking for a relationship.
“Just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean that other people can’t like me” Ba’tual teased Bira.
“Fine, fine, make whatever poor decisions you want” she threw her hands up in defeat and sighed, “Just be careful, ok?”
“It’s fine, Bira. I’m an adult, I know what I’m doing” you assured her.
“And you” Bira snapped at Ba’tual, “don’t be such an asshole.”
“Oh but I think she likes it, she certainly seemed to like being pushed around last night” he smiled.
“Not another word” Bira warned him.
He smirked, “That’s fine, I have places to be anyways, but I’ll be seeing you later.”
“Really?” Bira asked you as Ba’tual walked off.
“I mean, it was really good” you shrugged.
Bira looked like she wanted to retch.
After getting back to the inn to wash up and change, the rest of the day went pretty smoothly at least. You headed back to the hold as you were supposed to meet with several of the huntsmasters from the minotaur clans that lived in the plains outside the city.
As you approached the hold you spotted Ba’tual in his typical spot outside, watching over two newer recruits as they sparred. He looked up as you passed and beckoned you over.
“Find me when you leave, I’ll be here all day” he told you.
You just nodded, fairly excited for whatever awaited later.
The day dragged on much longer than it should of. You found yourself struggling to write down everything the huntsmasters where telling you: important information about traveling routes for trading or following migrating animals, mostly just going in one ear and out the other. At the end of the day you smiled and nodded politely as you bid them farewell, kicking yourself for being distracted at such a vital time.
You quickly scanned the area outside the hold, the excitement building as you spotted Ba’tual sitting and leaning against one of the posts that lined the sparring area.
“Found you” you playfully called to get his attention.
“Great job” he snorted.
“Soooo” you began, “What’s the plan?”
“I’m starving, and could use a drink. Dealing with new recruits is draining.”
“Not a fan of being a teacher?”
“No. They all think they know better and then whine about unfair fights when sparring” he stood up and once more placed his hand under you chin to make you look up at him, “So I could could use a drink and some stress relief.”
You tailed behind him, somewhat struggling to keep up with his long strides as you made your way across town. The tavern he brought you to was one that you had never been to and you were the only human there. Ba’tual sat at the bar and and immediately started chatting in troll to the bartender. He smirked and nodded his head towards you and the bartender gave a laugh.
“What was that about?” you asked.
“Nothing, just ordering for us” he shrugged.
You were certain there was more to it, but it was not like you knew what he had said to prove anything so you dropped it.
The two of you made your way back to his place, a pleasant buzz in your head from the alcohol but less tipsy that then previous night at least. It was a short walk at least.
Ba’tual wasted no time once inside, immediately beginning to unlace his pants. “On your knees” he directed you, only barely glancing your way as he folded his pants and sat them aside.
You raised an eyebrow at him and remained standing.
“Please” he added with a clearly faked smile as he saw your facial expression, “And come over here.”
You knelt down between his legs next to where he sat on the bed and immediately he grabbed your hair and pulled your face right up against his cock. He was looking down at you expectantly, but did not say a word. You ran your tongue across his tip, lapping up the pre cum that had formed already. He groaned and tightened his grip on your hair, somewhat forcing his way into your mouth in his impatience.
Swirling your tongue around him got quite a response. He caught you off guard and bucked into your mouth, making you gag a bit and pull back. You looked up and shot him a dirty look, but he did not seem to care.
“Careful” you hissed at him.
“You can handle it” he shrugged.
“If you want me to blow you then don’t do that again.”
Cautiously you resumed, this time wrapping a hand around his base to hopefully keep him from shoving his cock down your throat. You started a steady rhythm of stroking him while you sucked on his tip and you felt his grip on your hair loosen as he relaxed.
Looking up at him, he really was quite a sight. When he was not being a pain the ass and kept his mouth shut he really was rather handsome.
You ran your free hand up his thigh and felt the taut muscle right under the skin, you had seen him sparring several times and knew he could absolutely manhandle you if he wanted. Slowly you moved your hand farther up his thigh until you were able to cup his balls, they hung heavy in your palm and you smile as you heard him moaning while you played with them.
He was leaning back on his elbow, eyes closed and taking deep breaths through parted lips.
“Fuck” he moaned, “That’s why he didn’t shut up about it.”
You snorted, you did not know what he was going on about, but it was almost charming in a way.
Slowly you took more of him into your mouth, enjoying how he tasted and smelled. He had been outside training recruits and sparring most of the day, giving him a strong, musky smell especially with your face between his legs and tasted of salt from the traces of sweat on his skin.
“Look at me” he directed you, though the commanding tone had all but dropped from his voice. Now it was almost a plea.
You looked up at him, though leaning back a bit he was watching you closely now, breathing heavily through parted lips.
“Spirits” he sighed, “You looked good with your lips around my cock.”
You held his eye contact and took more of him. At this point you were just at the edge of gagging if you went any farther and still it was only about half his length. You kept your tongue against the underside of his shaft, teasing him a bit as you slowly pulled back to see how he would react.
Quickly you felt his grip on your hair tighten again as he yanked you back towards him, though this time with your hand around him he did get deep enough to make you gag.
“Don’t” you warned him as you all but removed him from your mouth.
He gave you an almost pathetic whine, but released his grip on your hair entirely.
With your newfound freedom of movement you wrapped your other hand around him, working your mouth and hands in sync. He was nearly whimpering as you continued and you could hear soft words in troll falling from his lips.
As your pace increased so did his panting and ragged breathing to the point where he was nearly gasping as he finished. Spurts of thick, warm cum filled your mouth and quickly got to the point to overflowing and dribbling down your chin.
He reached down and wiped the cum off your chin with his finger before holding it to your lips.
You humored him, not only licking it off playfully sucking on his finger for a moment.
He let out a deep breath through his mouth before speaking, “Fuck” he sighed. “Really does live up to the hype.”
“Wait, have you never been blown before?” you asked in bewilderment.
“No? Have you seen troll tusks?”
“What about orcs or minotaur?”
“Look, we share a city and all get along, but not like that.”
“Then how’d you even know what it was?”
“My best friend is married to a human, you think he doesn’t tell me all about what he gets up to?”
“Fair” you conceded and you went stand up. You pressed yourself against him and began to kiss and nip along his neck.
“What are you doing?” he asked, almost sounding annoyed.
You did not know how to answer. It was obvious what you were doing: continuing.
“Aren’t we just getting started?” you asked, doing your best pouty, sultry voice.
“Wasn’t that enough?”
“No?” it was your turn to sound annoyed.
“Well, I’m tired. I’ve had a long day.”
“And I must be the only human you’ve had luck with, because while I’m not the only one in the city I must apparently be the only one willing to blow you” you fired back.
You saw his lip twitch as he scowled at you, clearly annoyed and doing his best to play nice. “Fine. If you’re going to be like that then give me a few minutes to catch my breath.”
Life in a small rural village is difficult, making it an easy choice to take an orc up on his offer to come back to his village where you’ll be spoiled and pampered just for having his village’s children.
2.4k words. Reader x orcs, public sex, fingering, breeding, spit roasting, ++
She/her is used for the reader and reader has breasts and a vagina
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It took nearly two full days of travel to reach Darok’s village and you were filled with equal parts excitement and concern.
He approached you one day at the edge of the woods near your village, accidentally sneaking up on you and unintentionally startling you. His hand quickly covering your mouth as he pleaded for you to not scream, to please just hear him out.
The orc was massive, standing somewhere between 7 and 7.5 feet tall. Long dark hair pulled half to keep it out of his face, bright gold eyes stood out against his green skin, and tusks jutted up from either of his bottom lip.
The offer he had was interesting: leave your village and return with him to his where you would be pampered, spoiled, and never have to work another day in your life, all you would have to do in return was let them fuck you as they pleased and bear their next generation of kids.
Unbeknownst to you until now, and most others, orcs could not bear kids. Their only way of reproducing was to find a spouse of other species to have have their kids or come to an arrangement like what was being offered to you.
He told you to think on his offer, that he would return the next day for your answer.
Twenty four hours flew by but you still did not know what you wanted. You fantasized about never having to plough another field or do laundry, or any other work, but it came at a steep price.
A price you were willing to pay it turns out.
Many times during the trip he asked again if you would be happy, as if he was worried you were going to change your mind.
“But that’s it?” you asked back after the third time or so he asked if you were still sure, “Be a toy for your village and have kids?”
He looked offended from your words, a slight scowl settled on his lips, “Not a toy” he corrected firmly, “A cherished and loved member of the village, loving mother of the next generation. A person, not an object”.
“But I’d never have to work again, right?”
“No, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. That’s why I’m asking if you want to be a mother, if you want to live a life where you’re going to be spending a lot of time being fucked. No one there wants a begrudging mate”.
His concern for you settled it. Whatever life awaited you at his village was certainly better than your meager existence in your own small village.
Now, in his village all eyes were on you. No one approached as Darok lead you though town but you caught excited snippets in orcish and common that made you blush. Snippets that ranged from praise and compliments to much more lewd things you probably were not intended to overhear.
You only spent a moment at your new house to sit a few things down there. Your home in the village was nicer than anything you had known before and your new bedroom alone was larger than your small house before, and vastly better furnished.
Everywhere you went you were fawned over. It was overwhelming being the center of attention. Back in your village no one had time to pay attention to anything other than their work, let alone pay attention to you.
That evening you sat in the center of town, wearing a simple but beautiful dress, though the amount of skin it showed did make you a little uncomfortable. The top of it tied around your neck and plunged down low, showing off a lot of your cleavage. While the dress was long, a wide slit ran up either side all the way to your hip. When you tried it on the tailor smiled and told you seeing your panties on the side ruined the look, better to take them off. It hugged your body in ways you usually avoided, showing the soft roll of your tummy.
Despite feeling awkward in the new dress you sat adorned in jewelry, and enjoying more food and drink than you ever had access to in your village.
The chief spoke, addressing you directly, “It warms my heart to know that in my time I will see children running through this village again. Though you’ve only arrived, you are already loved you know, and that love will only grow. Are you ready to begin the next chapter of your life?”
You nodded.
“Then, as is tradition, Darok will be your first” he gestured to you and Darok.
You blushed. Though part of you was also relieved, at least over the past few days you had the chance to get to know him and feel comfortable around him.
He pulled you from your chair next to him and onto his lap so you were straddling his legs and facing him.
“So, your place or mine?” you asked awkwardly with a smile.
“Here, so everyone knows your ready”.
You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap.
“It’s ok” his voice was soft, “I’m just going to lift your dress a little so you stay covered, okay?”
You froze. Holding his gaze and unable to get any words out you sat there, heart racing.
“I promise it’s not a big deal, just a little formality. Just rest your head on my chest, then you won’t be able to see anyone else. Then it’s just me and you, right?” gently he placed his hand on the back of your head and encouraged you to lean into him, stoking you hair and trying to give you some reassurance.
“See? No one else here”.
You felt him tug your dress out from under you and unlace his pants before pulling you farther up on his lap. Now where you sat you could feel his erection pressing against your bare legs.
Darok had been staying with you the last few nights, worried about you waking up in the mornings alone somewhere new. He slept out in the main room, part of you had been disappointed when he never joined you. It was not that you wanted to rush anything necessarily, but you had hoped at least somewhat that Darok was the first you would be with.
This was not what you had in mind.
Soft kisses peppered the top of your head, followed by more soft words, “Will you let me have you?”
You nodded into his chest and you felt his hand work between your legs, his rough, calloused fingers quickly finding your clit to rub small circles. Softly you moaned into his chest as he touched you, and eventually he slid a thick finger into you. Just his finger along was making you see stars, it was thicker than anything you had ever taken before.
Even with your eyes squeezed closed you could still hear murmurs from the others. Whispers about how pretty your moans were, their desires to fuck you next, that it would be a miracle if you did not end up pregnant after tonight.
Darok continued a steady, but restless pace, working his finger into you as you felt a familiar warmth and tightness build low in your belly. You rolled your hips against his hand, desperate for your release, which only seemed to rile up everyone else more.
“Look at her, like she was meant to be bred, went from shy to practically begging to get fucked”.
“I’m going to love watching that pretty mouth around my cock”
“Her mouth? I’m going to fuck her fat little cunt until I know I’m the one to knock her up”.
“Little thing looks tired already”.
“That’s fine, bend her over the table so she can sleep while I have my turn”.
Their words only made you wetter. Sure it was vulgar, and they spoke as if you were not even there, but by the gods their attentions turned you on.
It was not long before you finished on Darok’s finger, you could feel your muscles clench around him, your vision blurry around the edges as wave after wave of your orgasm spread across your body. All the strength left your body and you slumped against his chest, scarcely able to keep your eyes open.
You heard the clattering of plates being cleared off the table behind you and felt Darok slowly pull your dress up on off of you, but at this point you were too tired to care. He laid you on your back on the table, you legs dangling off one side and head tipped back off the other, everyone else gathered around and watching as he claimed your cunt.
As thick as his finger was, his cock was so much more. You moaned loudly as he stretched you around himself, feeling him slide slowly into you until his tip pressed against your cervix. Slowly he began to move, sliding nearly all the way out before burying himself deep within you once more. The embarrassment of being on display was fading quickly, the only thing going through your mind was how incredible he felt as he he settled into a steady rhythm.
From your partially upside down vantage point with your head tipped off the table you could see the other watching or gathering around you.
“Stop holding back!” you heard someone yell.
You could not see Darok with how your head was tilted, but you felt his grip on your hips tighten while he continued his same pace.
“Breed her! Don’t just fuck her!” yelled someone else.
The chief’s voice cut through the chatter, “He’ll do as he pleases, as is his right. If he wants to drag this out all night then so be it”.
“If you’re that impatient” Darok began, his voice strained, “ask her if you can use her mouth”.
Before you knew it someone’s hands were tangling into your hair, their tip resting against your lips. You looked up, trying to remember if he was someone you have been introduced to yet or not. The tailor? Or the blacksmith maybe?
It mattered not, you parted your lips for him and in a single stroke his cock was down your throat, making you gag at the sudden intrusion. As you focused on just breathing it got easier, the urge to gag subsided with each thrust until he was buried to the hilt in your throat each time. His heavy balls slapped against your face with each thrust, preventing you from being able to see anything else.
Others joined, hands grabbed at your round thighs, soft tummy, and breasts. The thrill of not being able to see who was touching you or what they would do next was making your already throbbing cunt ache even more.
You reached down to rub your clit, but someone quickly batted your hand away. Instead you felt the smooth ivory of someone’s tusks brush against you as they tried to find an angle to lick your clit while Darok continued to breed you.
The orc who was fucking your mouth picked up his pace, pumping into you with wild abandon. With a final, and particularly forceful, thrust you felt his his balls tighten and twitch against your face as he came down your throat, slowly rocking against you while enough cum to make you feel full filled your belly.
He stepped back, removing himself from you and wiped the dribbles of saliva and cum from your mouth. Affectionately he cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead, a strong departure from how he rough he had just been with you.
With your face now free, you looked up to watch Darok. His eyes were closed, the rise and fall of his chest was measured and steady as he breathed, a few long strands of his dark hair slipped free from where the rest were tied up.
He really was quite handsome.
You reached out to grab one of his hands to get his attention, causing his eyes to snap open. His gaze was heavy on you, making you realize just how much he must be holding back. How he looked at you now did the impossible and made your heart pound even harder. You squeezed his hand, needing more contact with him as you tried to find your voice.
“Darok” you managed to moan. You watched as his chest heaved, his breath quickened, “Breed me”.
The change that went through him was immediate. He leaned down over you, pushing the other orc between your legs away, his mouth on your neck kissing and nipping the delicate skin. His steady pace became desperate and erratic, his tip jabbing into your cervix with each snap of his hips, making you feel him so incredibly deep in you.
Incoherent words fell from his lips, barely audible as he mumbled into your neck, “…beautiful… so warm… breed you every day… with my children…”
You clung to him, legs wrapped around his hips and urging him to go as deep as he could. The building tightness in your core hit its peak, waves of pleasure crashed over you for the second time as this time you came around his thick shaft.
With your warm, wet cunt squeezing him as you came he did not last long. Groaning into your neck you felt the last few needy thrusts before his hot cum flooded into you and began dripping out.
For several long breaths he remained pressed against you, his body weight keeping you pinned under him until he lifted his head to look at you. He looked tired and utterly content, eyes a little out of focus as he smiled at you and leaned in to kiss along your cheeks and forehead. Then with his forehead pressed to yours he spoke, soft enough where you would be the only one to hear him “You’re going to look incredible carrying our child”.
His words left a flutter in your chest and ache in your raw pussy.
You smiled and kissed his cheek, secretly hoping your first child would be his.
Gently he helped you sit up, “How about we take this somewhere comfier? It’ll be a long night and I’d hate for you to have a backside full of splinters from the table”.
You and your procession of eager orcs made your way back to your home, though now you understood why the bed was so large.
A new morning did not bring any change. Still the strange being insist you were his mate retuned to him and still you got very few concrete answers from him.
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There were blankets wrapped tightly around you when you awoke, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe you could just creep away if that was the case, just avoid trying to convince him that you definitely weren’t who he thought you were.
As you looked around you spotted a small box that was clearly left to be in your line of sight when you woke up. Curiosity got the better of you and you opened it up slowly to find a beautiful bracelet, a thin gold chain adorned with large emeralds and rubies. The design was familiar and without a second thought you slipped it on before getting up.
The sun was already up and bathing everything in a soft, warm glow. It would have been quite beautiful here if you weren’t being held against your will. Your strange capture was sitting just outside, seemingly making breakfast.
“Good morning, my love” he greeted you cheerfully. “Breakfast is about ready, though it won’t be quite what you were used to before, apologies.”
Cautiously you sat across the cooking fire from him, trying to get a better read on the situation. He offered you food, local fruits foraged, a few small boiled eggs, and some sort of meat that had been skewered and roasted over the fire.
“Who are you?” you asked again.
“The lord of this place” he answered again.
“But what does that mean? What is your name?”
“All of this,” he vaguely gestured around, “is my domain. It’s not much anymore, but I will rebuild it all.”
“And your name?”
“You will remember it in time” is all he answered.
“I need to go home.”
“You are home.”
“I have a family! Parents! Siblings! Friends! They’re going to wonder where I am! I need to go back to them. You have the wrong person anyway!” You went to get up, to storm off and try to find your way back home. At this point you were annoyed by the strange being and from your rejection by the council yesterday, you could care less about convincing him that he was wrong. You just wanted to go home.
“You’re bound here” he called as you stormed off, though you ignored him.
You picked a direction and started walking, just eager to get away from him and you’d figure out the right direction to get home once you were out of the ruins. The tree line of the woods was visible and fast approaching as you made a beeline for it. Right as your foot stepped from the cracked pavers of the ruins and onto the dirt of the woods it felt as though the whole world lurched to the side, sending you stumbling, and when you looked up you seemed to be back in the ruins.
“I warned you” he was sitting not far from you and shrugged.
“Why did you do that?” you snapped at him.
“I didn’t do anything. I am bound to this place, and you are bound to me, ergo you are bound to this place.”
“So unbind me from you, you have the wrong person!”
He sighed, “You know that’s not how this works-”
“No! I don’t! Because you have the wrong person!”
Before you could even register that he moved, he was in front you and had a tight grip on your wrist, claws pressing into your skin, his voice was a low hiss, “That’s impossible! It was a thousand years ago when you were bound to me, when my mark was etched on your soul, you bear the same mark now as you did then. It has taken a long time, but you have finally returned to me and in time you will remember.”
You snatched your wrist away from him and immediately his expression fell.
“I did not mean to snap, I am sorry. It has been a long, lonely, thousand years so forgive my lack of manners” he quickly apologized. “But you are here now, with me, things will go back to how they should.”
You didn’t trust a word he said. He was bound here for some reason, trapped. Benevolent beings weren’t usually imprisoned, though it seemed for now at least you were stuck here too.
The ruins here were in much rougher shape than the rest. Blackened soot clung to the remaining walls, and at the very center where you stood felt slightly sunken in.
“What happened here?” you asked.
“It is a story for another time. Please, let’s go finish breakfast, then we can take a walk and chat.”
You followed him through the labyrinthine ruins back to where you slept last night, the food was still waiting for you. He just watched as you ate, big green eyes seemingly peering into your soul, never once looking away.
“I see you put your bracelet on” he broke the silence.
You glanced down at the bracelet that you already forgot you were wearing.
“That was one of the first gifts I gave you, it makes me happy to see it back on your wrist.”
You just gave a slight nod in acknowledgement.
He had so many questions about how the world was now, so many years confined year had left him quite out if touch, though he didn’t actually seem to be listening to your answers. Instead he was just looking at you with a soft smile and seemed to be wrapped up in his own thoughts.
“Why can’t you leave here?” you asked.
“This is my domain, it is the only place I can be.”
“You said you were bound here though, like trapped.”
“Bound and trapped are not the same, and it used to extend far past the palace. All directions, all the way to the oceans, it was all mine. But a god without followers doesn’t have enough influence to control much” he gave a little shrug, but looked away from you.
“You aren’t a god.”
“Oh? Then what am I?” he asked, “Have you ever seen anyone else like me?”
You hadn’t. He spoke like a human, walked and moved like a human, though he very much was not one. Not entirely anyways.
His head was that of a tiger, and though his body was humanoid, he was covered in soft, striped fur in a tiger’s pattern. His hands were shaped like a human’s, but appeared to have claws that could retract like a cat’s. He had a long tail, and his feet were more akin to paws.
You had heard of demons with animal traits, or humans cursed to take odd forms, though he did not seem particularly hostile, just frustrated.
“Then what are you the god of?” you asked.
“This place, the land, the people here.”
“That’s not how it works! There’s the pantheon and-”
“No. I do not know who your ‘pantheon’ is nor do I care. They are not real. There is the Great Mother, and her children, that is all” his tone was curt, it seemed you may have hit a nerve with him.
You wracked your brain for any mentions of a Great Mother or anything similar to what he had said, but there was nothing you recalled. Unless…
“You’re one of the old wild gods” you said.
The wild gods, a contested topic in scholarly circles. Shrines and temples to ancient gods had been unearthed over the years, but very little remained. No writings or distinct artifacts, just nearly destroyed structures and the occasional mural or mosaic. Some scholars claimed the wild gods once walked the planet and preformed great feats, others claimed they were some sort of warmongering tyrants over their followers, though most believed that they were never real and just an early form of religion.
While you had never seen any of these supposed shrines, the ruins here were far grander than anything else you had heard of, and despite not being far from the seat of the council you had never seen them before. Had never heard of them. It was almost as though they just appeared.
“I don’t know about that name, but I am the god of this area, and I’ve certainly been here much longer than your supposed ‘pantheon’.”
“Then why doesn’t any know there ruins are here? This is pretty close to the city, but no one knows that there here.”
“This place is protected, at least for now, so only my faithful will be able to find it.”
“So why could I find it?”
“As I have said, my mark is on you, you are connected to me so of course you can find your way back home.”
“I’ve been out in these woods plenty of times but never found them before.”
“I do not have an answer for that, but it doesn’t matter. You are where you belong now, I can start rebuilding now.”
You gave him an odd look, everything he said just felt off, “And why wait so long to rebuild?”
“I did what I could: made sure I had a room and somewhere comfortable for you to sleep, cleared the soot from much of the palace, though as I said, a god with no followers doesn’t have much influence or power. But now I have my most devoted follower back, and soon you will bear our children. Our little family will be the beginning of my empire.”
