Only once has anyone come close to deposing the Sorceress. She was challenged by a lone knight, who had lost their party to the Sorceress' perverted traps and minions while scaling the tower. Even fighting alone, the knight nearly won. None can say what happened then, but it should be known that the Sorceress is not known to take threats lightly, or throw away useful subjects...
The knight would awaken on a table, in a suit of armor not their own. This new armor was warm, slick, and heavy around them. Itfelt like an animal pressing into them, holding them where they lay. The Knight, now familiar with the Sorceress, was unsurprised when a flat tongue within the armor pressed itself against their cunt. A slight tap on the outside of the armor stayed the creature's tongue, and through their visor the knight saw Her leaning over them.
The Sorceress explained that Courage and Skill were traits to be rewarded, things she had use for. Honor, however, was much more inconvenient and would need to be done away with before she could make proper use of the knight. That's what the suit was for, after all. This was a suit of living armor, a metal shell to which she had attached a mass of flesh and tentacles to pilot it. It was missing something till this point though: a host from whose sexual fluids it could feed off. The Sorceress again tapped the crotch of the armor, and left the armor to get acquainted with its new host.
The knight felt the tendrils of the armor's insides squirm around them as though deciding how to begin. The tips of several tendrils grazed their skin, almost teasing them towards admitting the allure of the situation. Rather than wait for some admission, the armor began all at once. A tendril slipped under the armor's tongue into the knight's cunt, while another glided down their back to begin fucking their ass. The knight opened their mouth to shout before another tendril slithered between their lips.
The tendrils began to take a steady rhythm in opening up each of the knight's holes. The tongue continued to lick at the knight's clit, two tendrils clasped onto the knight's tits and began stimulating them to lactate, while the rest of the armor's flesh squeezed around their body as tendrils drifted across every part of them in an onslaught of sensation.
The knight felt something being pumped down their throat. They could taste it on the back of their tongue, it was sweet and intoxicating. It was obvious that this was to be their food from now on, just as the armor would feed on their body's fluids in a closed circuit. As it hit them, their head began to dull and their holes clench around the tendrils as another coiled around the first in their ass and cunt. Most of all though, they felt hungry for more of what the armor had given them. This continued for what must've been hours, with the armor rewarding the knight with more of that intoxicating fluid each time they eased into the armor's control.
The armor raised their arms as its own. It was now linked with its host and could serve its mistress' will. The knight watched through their visor as the armor would report to the Sorceress, and go out to carry out her every command. All the while, it used their battle prowess as its own, and their body as its own. With each step the armor fucked them into a toy for it to puppeteer inside. With each enemy defeated, the knight grew more addicted to being used by the armor as it pumped more aphrodisiac down their throat. When damaged, the armor would spend hours pumping eggs into the knight to regrow its damaged parts. Since the knight rarely notices whats going on outside the armor, the visor has been long closed. Even if the knight were freed from the armor one would doubt they could function without the constant groping and stimulation.
From then on the knight has served as the Sorceress' eternal guard and warrior, and they are unstoppable. They are just another one of the Sorceress' pets now, and a particularly well loved one at that.
Just keep thinking about the striking image of a mother "protecting" her son form their rapist dog.
Her body above his, pendulous udders swinging back and forth, slapping his chin as the dog thrusts. Her face tear, snot, and drool stained as she cums over and over, eyes crossed and mouth open. Babbling like, "I'm gonna take this cunt wrecking knot for yoooooooou baby!!" "I'll drain his fat doggie nuts every night, so you don't have tooooooo-ough!" "Mom's cunt is getting soooooo ruined just so your's can stay tiiiiiiiiiiiiight *grunt* mmmph~ uh uh uh!"
Of course, this does happen night after night, Mom crawling on top of him like a good, trained bitch, presenting her knot molded pussy to man's best friend. They used to at least wait til he fell asleep before getting in position but now they just fuck on top of him like he's not even there. Mom's litter packed belly pinning him hard against the mattress and soaking him in sweat. She's lost focus on 'why' she's been doing this and instead is obsessed with her massive pregnant gut.
"Can you feel your siblings kicking? I think they want to see you. You want to see them, right?" "I can't get any bigger but he's fucking more pups into meeeeeeee, I wanna push but his knot is too biiiiiiiiig" "If I push your siblings out, they can sleep in your bed with you right? You'll be a good big brother for mama?"
Until eventually there's dogs, er, his siblings all over the house, they're all just as randy as their parents. All the added mutt cocks seem to be making his mother more and more perverse. She starts forcing him to eat the dog cum out of her sore, puffy, pregnant cunt, sometimes she says it's to "induce labor" because she's horrifyingly full of puppies still. Routinely she's started to "accidentally" give birth onto his face/chest due to this. Meanwhile, his siblings are becoming increasingly curious about his own sopping, untouched cunt. Mom, who spent so much time preventing him from being fucked and knotted by a mutt, starts holding open his legs so his canine brothers and sisters can get a taste of him.
"I can't do this all by myself, you need to step up as a young man and milk some of these hard on's with your mom." "Look how big and hard my belly is, I can barely take another load, you have to do it, just a few, it's your brother's first time, I'm sure he'll be a quick shot." "... oh nooooo~ the dumb little whore got knocked up, too bad you're as fertile as your mother, you'll look so good carrying inbred mutts..."
"Now that you've taken your first knot, your cunt should be loose enough to take two, right? What do you mean 'no', look at all your siblings' drooling knobs, you need to take responsibility and help me take care of them better than this. One at a time isn't enough, now stop whining and hold still..."
we go cycling around the park, except you've suctioned a dildo to my bike seat and I'm trying desperately not to cum in public
Dress me up in a pretty little skirt and make me cockwarm a large dildo, every movement keeping me on edge. I'd drip onto my seat, every bump and pebble making it impossible to hold in my moans.
Give me two options - I can either keep riding cock and keep myself on edge and overstimulated OR I can dismount my bike in the middle of the park and show everyone at the park how much of a whore I really am
I'm currently thinking about ghost cocks raping me until I'm pregnant with their cum.
God so hot
Since they're ghosts they don't have to worry about clothes or being seen, they can just slide in whenever they want, and once they figure that out it's nonstop. You're never getting away from them again. Better hope you can learn to function in public with a thick invisible cock splitting you open. The phantom cocks always cum deep inside of you, a strange ectoplasm that chills you to the bone. You e had to invest in heated blankets to keep comfortable when you're home.
And of course, with that much cum being pumped into your womb, it was inevitable you'd get knocked up eventually. You're not quite sure what's growing inside you at first, what kind of offspring could a ghost possibly have? All you know is that it leaves your growing stomach cold to the touch.
The ghosts don't stop either, if anything your stomach seems to set them off even more. But the third month you look stuffed with triplets and barely spend 5 minutes with a spectral cock forcing its way into you. By now it's clear your gestating eggs, the jelly like lumps visible under your tight skin. They're pulsing now, you can feel it deep in your womb and you're so cold. Just so cold.
You're about 5 months into this, rocking back and forth on your bed to the violent thrusts of your paranormal paramore when the tightness you've been feeling shifts slightly. Something gives inside of you and you can tell it's time to push. You beg the ghost to pull out so you can lay the eggs, and it eventually does after cumming one last time. It takes hours to push them all out, each egg the size of a baseball and by then end you have at least two dozen. You pass out from exhaustion before you can even move.
....you wake up confused and dizzy, rocking back and forth, just in time to feel the all too familiar chill of ghostly cum being pumped into your sore cervix. The eggs are gone, the only trace of them left is your aching body, already being primed to take another brood
centaur taking their human(oid) partner out for a 'ride' except the saddle has a thick dildo or two affixed to it, grinning mischievously while they listen to them pant and moan as they mount the toys and settle in. Once they're stuffed full, they head off on a lovely jaunt through the woods, the partner gasping and squirming the whole way, the centaur purposefully picking up a feverishly bouncy trot now and then, hopping over fallen logs and enjoying the yelps and squeals that follow.
Centaur deciding they might as well run into town for a few things. No matter if their rider has to work terribly hard the whole time not to moan or make a face while they take a leisurely stroll through the market, picking out fruit and vegetables and baked goods and definitely not taking their sweet time so their partner spends even long stuck and stuffed full. Poor rider having to choke down gasps when someone strikes up a conversation, feigning feeling a little under the weather when they point out their flushed face and labored breathing. Centaur casually shifting from hoof to hoof to jostle them on purpose.
I need to shove my knot inside a boy way too small to take it. Watch his fucking eyes roll in the back of his head while it bulges in his tummy, keep him stuck there. Need to see him piss himself on it, stupid fucking brat.
Like being in the shower and a tentacle monster decides to use the portal and now Im on my knees in the shower, a thick tentacle cock pounding my cunt while some other tentacle limbs push their way into my ass leaving me drooling and moaning as the water falls over me, completely forgotten in favor of my unseen lover
massive demon who demands you sit on his cock while he hands out orders in the underworld, laying down judgment on sinners as he lifts you up and down with one hand, using you like a sleeve with an impassive look on his face.
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