just for me

my own little spot to collect things that I would prefer to keep to myself F 24

[fuzzythoughtsblog]

Okay playmates, I have a creator you guys can check out on those lonely nights or those nights where you have fuzzy thoughts. She's over on Reddit and makes both spicy and sfw audio content so use headphones. Their name is @darlingmollie

And here's a link to their stuff:

Be nice to her please. And send lots of love, saying I sent you ❤💕💓💗❤

[happylittlesparrow]

#7 riding thigh and strap (16 mins)

#9 barely wearing underwear (8 mins)

#10 "prove you aren't a brat and behave" (17 mins)

#11 wasn't able to catch my attention :(

#16 first time + sw (23 mins)

#17 fingered while stuck in traffic (12 mins)

#43 succubus x brat (20 mins)

#47 werewolf gf snugglefuck (21 mins)

#56 mommy X kitten big strap (17 mins)

#58 werewolf breeding kink (28 mins but good pause @11 mins)

[frenchvelvetkisses]

from the bottom of my heart, please know that i would highly appreciate being slammed against the wall with your hand down my pants and your lips against my neck. just use me like a ragdoll, flip me over however you please and do whatever you want to me. just fyi hahah…

[dark-moonlust]

Dragon’s Heat Trigger (dragon x fem human reader)

Summary: Vaelthar the dragon wakes up after centuries with one purpose: you. His mate. His obsession. His heat-trigger. Inspired by a post I created on Tumblr.

TW: all characters are adults and the sexual act is fully consensual, oral, P in V, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, knotting, extreme size difference, lots of fluids, impressive/huge dragon 🍆.

Inspired by this post.

A terrible purr tore through the mountain, shaking it to its core.

And inside, heat blasted out of the cavern, shaking the air, fire bursting upward and soaring in the sky. Villagers far below had already locked themselves inside or fled, terrified of the ancient legend finally stirring awake.

Vaelthar the Heatbreaker. The dragon of prophecy. The one said to wake only when he rose to claim his mate.

And somehow, of all cursed days, you had chosen this one to climb his mountain. His mountain. Ahhh…. How would you know? Besides, it was a lovely mountain, undisturbed and pure because people never ventured close. But now the earth shook under your boots, heat rolling up through the stone, and the purring… gods, that deep, bone-rattling purring sank straight into your body, making you soft and warm where you shouldn’t be.

Now you were near the top, far up to go running for cover. You stumbled when another quake hit, dust choking your lungs, your heart hammering as another roar shattered the sky. A roar so deep, so thick, it rattled your bones.

Then he came.

A dragon. No—THE dragon. Vaelthar.

His shadow poured out of the cavern, and it just kept coming. Scale by scale, claw by claw, horn by horn, his form stretched impossibly large, towering above stone. Tall and towering in his full dragon form. Terrifying but beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful and five— no, six times your size.

You froze and just stared at him.

Wings unfurled, black and gold, vast enough to smother the morning light. Horns curled back like crowns, fangs flashing with drool. His chest glowed faintly with fire under his scales, a powerful body contained in muscle and rage.

Dust poured from his wings, stone cracked beneath his talons, but when his eyes opened…

Oh... such stunning eyes. Molten gold, slit with black and when they fixed on you, it wasn’t hunger for meat you saw. You’d expected your life to be gone in a jiffy. Your doom was imminent. But… but this was something worse. Something… inevitable. Because the dragon appeared interested in you.

“Mine.” The word shuddered from his chest, half growl, half purr.

Your lips parted. “Y-you can speak…”

The earth cracked as he lowered his massive head. His breath fogged your skin, hot but pleasant. He inhaled, taking in your scent, and the sound he made…. gods… it was broken, desperate. And made more warmth pool in your belly, forcing you to clench your thighs in embarrassment.

“Centuries for you,” he rasped. “Mate. Obsession. Heat.”

“I…” your breath hitched, more heat wrapping your body like chains. “I don’t understand…”

“You will.”

His tongue slid out, two times the size of your arm, dragging up your body in one stroke. You gasped, stumbling, your hands flying to his snout as he purred deep in his chest. A dragon… he’d licked you up like a treat. Shame licked through you, but… why did it feel so good? Why did it make you throb down there, dripping arousal?

He inhaled again. Deep. A guttural growl slipped from him.

“Ahhh… yes. Wet.” His muzzle lowered until his breath scorched the front of your dress. “Soaked little mate… coming to me dripping.”

Your thighs clamped together, shame and heat rushing through you. “I-I didn’t—no, I wasn’t—”

His tail slid around your waist, pulling you against his massive muzzle. Another long lick claimed your legs, your dress dampened, clinging.

“Such a good mate,” he whispered, nudging against your neck. “Coming to me soft. Slick. Mine.”

“I’m not… I’m not yours, I told you! I don’t understand—”

“You don’t need to,” he growled, pressing his muzzle to yours your lips and before you could resist, his tongue slid between them, thick and hot, coaxing your mouth wider. You gasped, choked, tried to protest, but the taste of him melted you, the sheer heat and pleasure of his kiss swallowing every thought.

Your tiny tongue met the tip of his, daring, bold, and his purr deepened in joy. Dragon heat filled your lungs as your tongue brushed with his. When he pulled back, saliva connected you, your chest heaving, your pussy positively soaked. Wow…

“I’m Vaelthar, sweet one. And I’m yours.”

“Vaelthar…” you repeated, still trembling from the kiss.

His golden eyes narrowed, his tail cradling you tighter. “Yes. Say it again.”

“Vaelthar…”

“Yes. You are mine.”

Tears stung your eyes, torn between fear and the aching pulse between your legs. “I… I am confused. What’s happening to me…”

To calm you down, Vaelthar lowered his massive head and kissed you again. A kiss… if such a word could capture the raw hunger of what he did. His tongue pressed past your lips, stretching your mouth wider until you had no choice but to yield. The sheer weight of his appendage pushed deeper, brushing the back of your throat.

You gurgled but responded, it felt so damn hot having this beast’s tongue stroking yours, his muzzle angled so carefully, so perfectly, that not a single sharp edge harmed you. You melted against him, body slack, heart hammering.

“No fear. No doubt. Only me. Only us. Trust me, treasure.”

The kiss went on and your body betrayed you, hips rocking against him, slick spreading hotter as he held you. His purrs grew, chest vibrating against your small frame. Fear slipped away, replaced by need, by heat and the unbearable truth that you were already his.

“There,” he rumbled, dragging his tongue along your throat. “Yes. Trust me. Good mate.”

You whimpered, breath breaking as his tongue curled back into your mouth, filling it again. He kissed you so deeply your knees buckled, but he was there. His tail cradled your back like an arm, curling under your hips while his claws…. those lethal, hooked weapons moved with masterful precision, ripping your clothes, slicing without nicking you, peeling fabric away as though it were paper.

You didn’t even notice until the air hit your bared skin and you realized you were naked, body pressed hot against scales that burned but did not burn you.

Suddenly, the kiss stopped, Vaelthar’s bulk shifting, his wings folding as he sank onto his hind legs. His tail lifted you high against his chest, pressing your flushed chest to the heat of his body. Your thighs spread along his underbelly, unable to close, dwarfed by his sheer size. The scales against your breasts were satin-smooth, surprisingly soft, heated like stone in gentle sunlight.

And then you looked down.

Between the plates of his underbelly rose his cock. Gods… It was unlike any other. Enormous, monstrous, as thick as your thigh and longer than your torso, ridged and with ridges and numbs that seemed to vibrate, pulsing with light, as though fire itself coursed through them.

The crown was blunt and swollen, precum welling in fat drops, dripping to the floor with wet squelches.

Each drop was a reminder of how much he had for you, how much he needed to bury inside. And how much you couldn’t take. There was no room.

Your eyes widened. Your throat closed. “Gods… it’s… it’s too much—”

“Fit,” promised. “I make you fit. Moan for me.”

Just as he said that, the bulging cockhead pressed against your swollen folds, obscene in its size. Your slit fluttered around nothing, drooling slick as that enormous tip smeared you open. The glowing ridges and bumps that lined his shaft throbbed, vibrating against your skin with a pulsing rhythm that sent shocks of ecstasy into your core, making your cunt clench around empty air and beg for that monster dick.

You whimpered. “It won’t… oh gods, it won’t—”

“My treasure is afraid,” Vaelthar rumbled, his growl strangely tender.

In a heartbeat, the massive dick drew back.

No— he pulled you back, repositioning you like a doll in his claws. The pressure of his length was gone only because his head was lowering, muzzle dipping straight between your spread thighs. His heavy tail coiled up behind you, curling firm and protective along your spine, his scaled hands gripping your legs open until your pussy was helplessly bared to him.

“Scared little mate,” he rumbled, eyes glowing as his hot breath soaked your folds. “You tremble for me… but your cunt drips. Pretty cunt. Fluttering for its mate.”

And with that, his tongue flicked out, that damned perfect tongue dragging a wet, filthy stroke from your hole up to your clit. You gasped, hips jerking, a blissful moan escaping before you could bite it back.

“Vaelthar—ahh—fuck, we… I don’t think we—”

“We can.” His growl vibrated against your core, and then his tongue separated your outer labia and prodded your hole. The tip budged and then thrust inside, sinking deep into your channel.

“Ahmnnn!” You cried out, toes curling in the air.

That tongue slid back out with a wet schluck, slick stretching between you and then drove back inside, thicker than several human fingers gathered together, thicker than any toy you’d ever dared to use, curling inside you like it belonged there. You were starting to think it did. With how perfectly it stretched and pleasured you.

“See? I can. You can. Your body begs. Stretches open for me.”

Vaelthar didn’t waste another word. He was too busy devouring your pussy. His tongue thrust and twisted inside you, obscene, relentless, his saliva mixing with your slick until it spilled down your thighs in hot rivulets. Each drag of his tongue made a slick shlrk sound, each plunge pressing so deep you arched up into his muzzle, whimpering as it rubbed against your sensitive clit.

“Ahhh… fuck…… yes, close, so close!” You mewled, fingers tangled in the ridges of his snout.

Sensing your climax, his tail cinched tighter around your waist, anchoring you, while his massive claws held your thighs wide apart. Shameless, you rubbed against his muzzle until your vision went white. It hit, orgasm ripping through you, body convulsing, cunt clamping down around his tongue with rapid spasms. You sobbed his name as wave after wave of bliss flowed through you.

He groaned low in his chest, pulling back just enough to lick from your hole to your clit, your slick spilling down his chin. The sight turned you on. You loved your juices on him.

“Good mate,” he purred, tongue changing course to swirl lazily around your nipples. “Soaked for me. Slick little cunt, stretched on my tongue… ready for your dragon.”

Your head fell back, moans breaking into sobs. “Please… yes!”

“Yes. Good mate. Now you take cock.”

Vaelthar shifted you with ease, his clawed fingers scooping under your thighs, his massive body guiding yours until you were straddling him once more. Your chest pressed against the heat of his underbelly, and your legs were opened wide to accommodate the bulky girth of him. His cock pulsed between your folds, the tip smearing your swollen slit with precum.

The bulbous tip found you. Pressed. Breached. Spreading your folds wide, your slick mixing with his own. The blunt head sank past your hole, stretching you and you cried out, a sharp, broken moan that made his entire body shudder.

“Yesss,” he hissed. “Sound. Give me your beautiful sounds.”

“Ahhh… f-fuck… it’s going in...” Your words faded as he entered deeper, thick inches of dragon cock filling you, the ridged bumps vibrating against your inner walls, awakening nerves that had never been touched this way before.

In and in he went, forcing your body to accommodate him.

“Oh gods… you’re splitting me open…”

His claws gripped your ass, holding you perfectly still. “Breathe, treasure.”

You did.

And exactly two seconds later, he thrust.

With one smooth, unstoppable stroke, Vaelthar impaled you to the base. His cock snuggled all the way inside until your ass met the hot press of his underbelly. Drawn out moans left you as your cunt swallowed the beast, climax tearing through you the moment he filled you. Your flesh quivered around him, barely had any space left to spasm but somehow it did.

“Treasure, oh my treasure,” he whispered, nuzzling your throat, his tongue hot against your racing pulse. “You took me. All of me.”

“Please… don’t stop,” you muttered, half-sob, half-desperate cry. “I can’t—I can’t—ohhh, move!”

Growling low, he lifted you, claws steady, then lowered you back down his throbbing shaft. Each motion had your walls rippling and squelching wetly around the bumps and ridges. More moans tumbled out of your mouth, higher and louder, as his cock entered you, stretching, filling, owning.

Then his pace doubled.

Harder. Faster.

The wet slaps of your bodies joined your cries, the mountain echoing with the sounds of dragonfucking.

“Yesss,” he rasped, underbelly heaving. “Tight little mate, stretched on your dragon’s cock. Your mate’s cock. Hear yourself?” His breached faster, making the squelching mess louder. “You take me so well.”

You nodded, tears at the corners of your eyes. “It’s… it’s too big… so good… so full… need more…gods, more… ahhh—”

“Mine,” he rumbled, desperate. “Mate. Heat-trigger. My end. My beginning.”

You panted, head tipping back. “Yes—fuck—yes, I’m yours!”

The dragon roared, wings snapping open, fucking up into you with power while his claws and tail held you perfectly in place, holding you without ever hurting you. His cock battered deeper until you shattered again. You sobbed, walls convulsing around him, the mess between you endless, slick gushing over your thighs and dripping to the floor.

“On your knees. Present,” he rumbled primitively.

Dizzy with your orgasm, you whimpered when his cock squelched out, leaving you shaking, empty. He guided you down until you were on all fours, face pressed to the ground, ass high. He curled behind you, his massive shadow swallowing your smaller frame.

Despite his domineering size, you knew who held all the power. You. It was you he was trembling for, it was you his cock was weeping rivers for. You smiled and arched your back until your ass pressed into his gorgeous cock. The broad head ground against your folds, huge and dripping, smearing you with its heat.

“Gods—yes, in, inside,” you whimpered, pushing your face against your arms.

He pushed inside.

You quivered and sobbed, coming over the edge as he impaled you from behind. He roared and kept pounding, every vibrating bump and ridge of his cock dragging your walls wider.

“Fuuuck,” you cried, knees sliding against the stone. “It’s… ahhh… it’s so much!”

Vaelthar’s growls deepened, protective even as he fucked you senseless. He curved his massive frame around you, trying to protect your knees from his powerful thrusts. You didn’t care. His thrusts were perfect, building your pleasure, steady streams of slick splattering with every slap of his cock.

“Treasure,” he snarled against your neck, licking the sweat at your throat. “Perfect. Tight. Mine.”

You whimpered, pushing back onto him. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop!”

You felt it then— his cock swelling, the ridges vibrating harder. Something rounder, heavier, pressed at your rim. Your eyes widened.

“What—ahh—what’s happening—”

“Knot,” he groaned amid thrusting. “Seal you. Keep you. Breed.”

Words fled, time had no meaning as said knot shoved forward, stretching you beyond anything you thought possible. And yet, your body accepted it. With a sucking pop, it shoved inside, locking you to him. Stars exploded behind your eyes as another orgasm flowed through you, moaning his name as your body clamped down tight.

Then it was his turn. His roar shook the mountain. His cock throbbed and then the flood came; hot, endless cum pumping into you in heavy waves. Inarticulate rumblings escaped you as he stuffed you to overflowing, thick gushes running down your thighs even with his knot keeping you sealed around him.

“Mine forever,” he vowed, holding you flush against him. “Mate. Treasure. Heat-trigger. No escape.”

You whimpered, voice breaking in little climaxes. “Yes… yes… yours… oh gods, I’m yours!”

And he still poured inside you, pumping seed that formed a puddle under you. His wings spread over you like a protective cocoon. When he was finally done, it felt like an eternity had passed. Collapsed onto your forearms, body trembling but thoroughly satisfied, you felt his knot pulse thick inside you, keeping you stretched, filled, sealed. His.

“Perfect,” he growled, his muzzle nuzzling into your neck. “You have me. You keep me. You wake me.”

You shivered, your mind still foggy from overstimulation. “Wake you…?”

“Yes. I slept for centuries in stone. Waiting. All for one reason.” His growl deepened, knot shifting inside you, making you whimper. “You.”

“Me? But… I-I just went for a hike—”

“And came to me. Awakened me. My mate. My obsession. My heat-trigger. The only reason my heart beats so strongly.”

Tears stung your eyes, your heart melting for him. “You… you’ve been waiting for me… all this time?”

He licked along your jaw, huffing heat over your cheek. “Every century. Every dream. I saw you. I burned for you. Until now. No more sleep. No more waiting.”

“You’re… obsessed with me.”

“Obsessed?” His laugh was a broken growl. “That word is too small. I do not merely want you, little mate… I burn for you. I exist for you. I breed only you.”

The knot throbbed again, making you mewl, his cock still hard inside you. “Will you… keep me? I want you to keep me. Don’t ever let me go.”

He nuzzled into your hair, softer now. “I’ll keep you. Never to be parted from you. Not in this life. Not in death. You are my mate and I will keep you in my nest until the mountains crumble, until the stars fall from the sky.”

And still knotted inside you, his massive body curled protectively around your smaller frame, Vaelthar was finally at peace. Not because centuries of hunger were satisfied. Not because his purpose was complete, but because his purpose was here —you— bound to him forever.

Ahhh, I’m squealing at how amazing this came out. I haven’t done a full dragon oneshot in a while, and I missed it. Please show some love if you enjoyed!

[frenchvelvetkisses]

there’s so many different ways to pavlov a sub. my absolute favorite pastime is picking a specific song and fucking you to the exact rhythm of it over and over again. taking my absolute time with you. playing that same song almost every time until your brain associates those specific beats with the feeling of me wrecking you until you're sobbing.

and then just letting weeks pass, time will do this thing. I know that by now whenever I play the song it’ll trigger an automatic reaction. you casually remember and complain to me, hiding your blushing face in my neck while you whimper about how you literally can't listen to that song anymore without getting worked up, your body remembering exactly what i did to you when the first note hits.

which is exactly why i love playing it when we're in the car with all of our friends. you sitting right in the passenger seat next to me, before i casually cue that exact track up on the car speakers, knowing what this song does to you.

i watch your entire body go completely rigid the exact second that song drops on the car speakers while we’re on our way to a house party.

“oh turn it up!" one of our friends says from the back seat, completely oblivious. "right? i love this song" I reply smirking as I turn the volume knob up. I glance over at you, gripping the edge of your seat, your knees pressed together as you try to stop the sudden throb between your thighs. you know damn well this is the exact pace I used when I had your legs pushed all the way back over your shoulders on my bed.

I casually rest my palm against your inner thigh, keeping my eyes on the road. "you okay over there baby? you’re being awfully quiet suddenly." you turn your head toward the window to hide your face. letting out a tiny gasp as you shift uncomfortably against your soaking wet underwear while my hand continues to caress your thigh.

"good girl" I whisper under my breath low enough to be swallowed by the music. squeezing your thigh to ground you. "just sit nice and still for me. we still have a bit of a drive left."

just pulling into the driveway of the house party, the music from the speakers inside vibrating all the way out to the car. i turn off the engine, you let out the longest most pathetic sigh of relief, thinking the torture is over. your thighs shaking as you get up, from how soaking wet and worked up i kept you during the whole ride.

i lead you inside by the waist, letting our friends head for the kitchen while i navigate the crowded hallway. tracking the moment the upstairs bathroom clicks open. i grab your wrist, pull you inside before anyone else can claim it and lock the door behind us. you instantly turn around, backing up against the sink. your chest heaving as you look at me with desperate begging in your eyes.

"oh look at you... all worked up already?" I whisper as I step closer, gently cupping your face in my hands. "what is it? was it our song? you poor thing. it doesn’t take much does it?” I reach down, my fingers slowly sliding under your clothes, teasingly tracing the dampness between your legs. I feel the heat radiating off you, watching your eyes squeeze shut, your hips instinctively tilt forward, absolutely desperate for any friction.

"you're completely soaked just from a little music" I lean down to press a kiss on your cheek "you really couldn't handle it could you? It's okay I’ve got you. I'm going to take such good care of you since I made you like this"

I grip your hip lifting your leg and hooking your knee right over the edge of the sink. opening you up under the bright bathroom mirror. I don't make you wait another second. I slide my hand straight past your underwear, shoving two fingers deeply inside you with a heavy thrust that makes your eyes instantly roll back. a loud moan starts to rip out of your throat but before the sound can even leave your lips, my other hand flies up, my palm flattening over your mouth to trap the noise. the sound dies against my skin. your moans turning into a muffled sobs.

"shhh there we go, keep it all inside for me sweetheart" I whisper against your ear, my voice calm while the bass from the living room rattles the bathroom door. "we don't want our friends out in the hallway hearing what a needy little mess you are do we?" you nod, your eyes wide. I start moving my fingers inside you exactly how you like them, curling them deeply to hit your favorite spot over and over again. perfectly matching the heavy rhythm of the song from the car.

your body goes rigid, your fingers clawing at my clothes as you try to thrash against the sink but my weight is pinned against yours, keeping you perfectly trapped. you’re wailing right into my hand from pleasure, your hot breaths and desperate whimpers smothered against my palm while my fingers work inside you, stretching you open until your thighs start violently trembling.

"that's it, take it all for me. I know you needed this” kissing your burning temple as I speed up "melt right into my hand my love. you’re doing so fucking good” your body shuddering into a heavy climax, your hips twitching against my hand while you muffle your screaming right into my palm, completely ruined in a bathroom full of strangers just on the other side of the wall. “good girl let it out, cum for me. you deserve it after I got you all worked up. consider this my apology”

[frenchvelvetkisses]

gentle somno, cozying up next to you while you’re already sleeping. i just can’t help myself when you look so incredibly soft and peaceful in the dark. letting my hands trace lines along your skin. caressing your entire body softly. i trail my fingers upward playing with your nipples, watching them harden under my touch while a tiny sigh slips past your lips. my hand slowly wandering down your stomach only to realize you aren't even wearing underwear. it's like you left me the most perfect little surprise, knowing exactly what i'd do if i found you bare and waiting like this. i push my fingers down between your thighs. sliding my between your folds, circling your clit until you’re throbbing and wet. getting you ready before i slide in. just waking you up in the dead of night by sinking deep inside you while you’re still super sleepy. you can’t really do much besides gasp softly and let me do you completely as i please. i know you’re too tired to fight it, still grabbing onto your hips with just the slightest bit of pressure. guiding you as i stretch you out over and over again. you whine and moan so sweetly, fighting both your sleepiness and the overwhelming pleasure i'm filling you with. until i softly cover your mouth, lean down to kiss your cheek and whispering for you to just go back to sleep. we both know it’s not that easy with how hard i’m making you twitch, yet you still try eventually falling right back asleep to the feeling of me inside you. your mind so fogged up by sleep and pleasure that you genuinely can’t even tell if this is real or if you’re just having the most vivid dream of your life.

[dark-moonlust]

Cockwarming Minotaur PART 2: Movie Night

This series started from this imagine of mine.

Pairing: Minotaur x f!human reader

Summary: you and Balen spend a quiet night together. He is gloriously naked and you have that urge to take his dick in your mouth. Your Minotaur is even more demanding.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, Minotaur huge🍆, oral(male receiving), cοckwarming, lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

This is part of the “Cockwarming Minotaur” series. Find all the parts here.

It was a quiet night. The full moon hung up in the sky, its rays filtering through the thin curtains. The bedroom was dimly lit, the TV playing in the background. Your minotaur boyfriend Balen was resting on the bed against the headboard, hands behind his head as he watched TV. He was naked, every part of him exposed. His massive frame made the bed appear small. His muscles rippled and his eyes burned with desire. As naked as he, you were lying sideways on his hairy thigh cradling his thick cock in your palms nowhere interested in watching the screen.

You had a much better alternative.

Balen’s massive shaft stood proud and pulsing, the head leaking precum. You loved his cock; it was huge and filled with veins, the scent of his musk intoxicating. Mouth watering, you licked your lips and placed your hands on his thighs. Slowly, you closed your lips around the wide cockhead, tongue swirling around it, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. Your boyfriend moaned, his powerful muscles tensing beneath your touch.

“S-slow, slow…hn…” Balen rumbled, his large hand cradling the back of your head. “Or this will end sooner than we both expect.”

“But…hmp… I want to devour you.”

He chuckled at that. “Later. For now I want your warm and wet mouth around my cock while I watch TV.”

“Fine, you horny Minotaur,” you whispered teasingly kissing his balls. “I’ll warm your cock for as long as you like.”

Angling your head, you returned to his perfect dick and took him deeper, inch by inch, feeling the stretch in your jaw. Balen groaned, hips thrusting lightly against you. No matter how much you’d tried, you could only accept just one third of his shaft. He was too long and thick to accommodate. The tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat and you swallowed, gagging slightly at the fullness.

“That’s it, little mate,” he growled, his voice husky and thick with lust. “How good you take me. So good… hnn…”

Your hands wrapped around the part of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth and he groaned pleasurable, his large hand cradling the back of your head, keeping you there. You caressed and cupped his swollen balls as you tried to take him deeper, despite the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You were cockdrunk, having him so deep in your mouth sent tingles to your belly, making you incredibly wet for him.

You stayed there, cockwarming him with your mouth and at some points, Balen would gently guide you to pull off his cock with a slick sound so you could breathe properly. Meanwhile, you peppered kitten licks on the leaking cockhead and all over his sac, feeling the weight of his huge round balls in your small palms that almost overflowed with them.

You filled your mouth with him again, his cock stretching your lips. The feeling of his shaft filling your mouth, the taste of him, the way his heavy balls rested against your jaw made you all the more determined. So you stayed there, his cock down your throat without pulling out an inch. 

“Fu—uhnnn…ck, you’re amazing,” he sighed, his breathing strained. “Warming your mate’s cock, such a good mate.”

You pulled back to breathe, and he caressed your face, his fingers wiping away the drool that had gathered at the corners of your lips. Then with a gentle nudge of his hips, his cock filed your mouth again. Balen threaded his fingers through your hair, then drew you back, watching the string of saliva connected from your lips to the swollen head of his shaft before thrusting you back down to swallow his cock. He did it again and again, watching at you, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“Pretty mate,” you heard him say throatily.

“Balen…hmnnp,” you could hardly speak with the throbbing minotaur cock in your mouth.

“What is it, love?” Balen asked, guiding you off his cock.

You took a sharp breath. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips swollen. “I wish I could take all of your cock.”

His mouth formed an adoring smile. “You are perfect the way you are. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you said, licking blatantly a stripe from base to the tip of the cock. Your mouth took him in again, and he let out growl of satisfaction that vibrated through you.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take it all,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Relaxing your throat, you took him as deep as you could, your hands cradling the rest of his cock like an anchor.

You were aware of Balen moving. He reached out with his free hand and grabbed his phone.

“Gods, you look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth,” he said as he snapped picture after picture. “Your lips stretched, throat full of me… perfect.”

Balen took pictures of you in various angles, groaning at the sight of you. He did that often, he had a full album of indecent photos of you both doing unhinged things that were of course, for his eyes only. You stayed obedient, nursing his cock. With his dick in your mouth, you felt powerful — and a little cockdrunk, your mind hazy with lust.

You wanted him begging and out of control.

So you started pumping him, placing soft, kitten-like licks on the cockhead before diving down on his shaft, so deep that the depth made you gag, tears spilling down your cheeks. Still, you didn’t stop.

With each second you deepthroated him and each tempting swirl of your tongue, Balen’s breathing grew more and more ragged. His thighs quivered, his hairy chest heaving. His cock pulsed in your mouth, the salty pre-cum increasing. You moaned around his length; his moans sent shivers through your own body.

“Annn… close—agh… I’m close,” he groaned, his hips moving in small, desperate thrusts. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Want you—mmpff—” you breathed, tongue licking a vein from the base to tip. “Want you to feed me your cum.”

“Swallow it all, mate. Want you to swallow every— drop.”

The words sent a torrent of heat through you so you sucked him harder, tongue working feverishly. Your vision blurred, but all that mattered was Balen. He shuddered hard and tensed to stop his hips from thrusting into your mouth, his cock twitching violently in your mouth. He groaned, clutching the sheets, tearing them as he shot hot, thick ropes of his cum inside your throat.

Fondling his balls, you swallowed fervently.

It was too much but you didn’t want to waste a drop, you wanted his taste across your tongue and down your tummy. He rode his orgasm for what felt like minutes and when he finally pulled out of your mouth, you’d sucked him dry. No cum spilled. Your chest was heaving, your lips swollen, your throat sore. But it was all worth it because Balen had that dreamy look on his handsome bullface that was worth everything.

Cradling your head gently, he kissed you in his own unique way, thrusting his tongue in your mouth, tasting his seed everywhere. His fingers brushed away your tears as he whispered how precious you were and how much he loved you. Then, he went to the kitchen to bring you a bottle of water and helped you take a few sips.

“Thank you, little mate. That was incredible— no more than incredible,” he drawled. “And I shall reward you for it.”

“Balen you don’t have to reward me. I wanted to suck you—”

“And I want to worship your pretty pussy till morning. I want you to writhe and clench around my tongue, your thighs squeezing my head.”

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[moonlitbutch]

Spooning in bed, all soft and relaxed as I trace soft pattens on your thigh, moving my hand lower, gently lifting your leg to hook it with my knee, keeping you nice and open for my hand to explore your pussy, my lips against your neck, feeling the way your heartbeat starts racing, the way your breath catches, letting me be close enough to you to hear even the softest of whimpers you aren't able to hold.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

go ahead darling. keep flirting with them. I want you to feel so clever right up until the moment you’re sat on my strap, thighs shaking as you struggle to keep yourself up. while you’re begging for a release you haven’t earned, I’m going to be recording every pathetic sound you make. and guess what I’m doing with it? I’m sending it to that person. I want them to see how you lose yourself, how you’re nothing but a desperate leaking mess for the only person who actually owns and gets to have you. I want them to watch your eyes roll back, I want them to hear the way you moan my name like the slut you are, so they know exactly how little you belong to yourself. witnessing how you fall apart for me in ways they’ll never even get a taste of. maybe that’s the only way a brainless little thing like you will finally learn. you’re mine and if I have to fuck you until you’re sobbing and shaking with shame just to remind you of that, then I will. you can play your little games for the audience, but we both know who you’re coming home to, and we both know how much you love being ruined by me.

[boybunniesblog]

Mated for Life

CW: rut, breeding, mating season, breeding, overstimulation, belly bulge

The sun had climbed high, but time meant nothing. I was faced down in the forest dirt, ass up, trembling and exposed. The wolf’s knot was still locked deep inside me—fat, swollen, pulsing so hard I swore I could feel it bulging through my tummy.

Every little grind of his hips made me cry out, not even words anymore… Just squeaks, sobs, broken whimpers spilling into the grovel. The slick between us was endless, soaking my thighs, dripping down to the ground. Every move made a sticky, obscene squelch, as though our bodies weren’t separate anymore, but fusing together at the knot.

The beast leaned over me, heavy, scenting the top of my head like I was already marked. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re gone, aren’t you? My pretty bunny’s brain all melted from knot.”

I twitched, back arching as another orgasm ripped through me without warning, my body clenching and fluttering around him, milking him harder. My cotton tail quivered against his stomach, twitching helplessly as more slick gushed out, making the sounds between us wetter, filthier.

“You keep leaking, keep milking me,” he growled, claws pressing into my hips until I squealed. “Pathetic little thing can’t stop, can’t help yourself. You’ll take every rut I’ve got until you can’t even breathe without my knot keeping you open.”

I whimpered, tears streaking down my cheeks, my body shuddering violently in overstimulation. I couldn’t move, couldn’t fight, couldn’t beg—just twitch and squeak while he kept grinding inside me.

“Good prey,” he whispered, his tone almost tender in its cruelty. “Stay knotted. Stay ruined. You’re mine until I decide you’re empty.”

And as the squelching rhythm dragged on—wet, sticky, endless—I realized he meant it... I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until the scary werewolf was finished breaking me apart.

[omegaboy]

royalty kink but i don't have the attitude or stuck up arguments of a prince. i just want to be dressed up in pretty ruffles/lace and pampered until im slammed into the sheets by a much bigger knight without having to think

[armoured-fantasies]

Knight escorting his prince/ss back to their bed chamber after a long evening of merriment and drinking. Prince/ss wobbles and struggles to stand up straight, leaning against their loyal knight’s muscled form. Knight ignoring the wandering hands and pleading coos of their prince/ss, desperate for touch. It’d be improper.

“Here we are, your highness, now let’s get you to bed…”

Prince/ss pouting and insisting that they are simply too helpless to undress all on their own, that they just need their knight’s assistance to disrobe. Knight holding his breath as he loosens ties and watches fabric fall to reveal prince/ss’s skin, soft and warm with blush. Knight clenching his jaw but letting eyes wander along the curves of their royal highness’s form. It’d be improper.

Knight tucking their prince/ss beneath blankets with a chaste kiss on their forehead and a gentle brushing of hair from their face. Knight closing the door of prince/ss room softly behind himself as he heads back to his own quarters. It’d be improper.

Knight, alone in his bed, sweaty and flustered, desperately bucking and rutting himself into his own hand. Knight growling and whining, utterly desperate, mumbling his prince/ss’s name again and again until he cums, shuddering. Knight panting and catching his breath, staring hopelessly up at the ceiling. He’s not sure how many more nights like this he can take before breaking…

[pr3ttypunisher]

i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.

you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.

you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.

“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”

you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”

pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”

my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”

thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.

“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”

you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”

you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”

“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”

bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”

sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”

pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.

“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”

curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”

you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”

“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”

both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”

“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”

bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”

pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.

“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”

you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”

pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”

“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”

you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.

you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”

holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”

you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”

you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”

[frenchvelvetkisses]

sweetheart what do you want? tell me baby. tell me and it’s yours.

... oh that’s right. I forgot. you can’t actually speak can you? all tied up pretty for me with that gag in your mouth and your legs forced wide. you look so sweet like this. don’t fight it. just accept that I’m the only one who gets to decide what you want tonight.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

it’s always the same with her. hiding behind humor, playing hard to get. and my patience is running low.

“you’re going to wrinkle that” i tell her, watching her fuss with the hem of her skirt in the mirror. “you look good in black.” she brightens for a split second before the mask slides back on, that defensive grin. “yeah? what are you gonna do about it?” my heart doesn't even drop anymore, it just settles into a tired sigh. the jokes, the teasing.

“there it is” i say. another deflection. “what? i’m just kidding” she laughs. “are you?” i step closer. “you’re hiding. you don’t care because you’re terrified to admit there’s truth behind your jokes.”

she tries to call me delusional but she’s sitting on the dresser now and i’m moving between her knees. i’m not even touching her yet, just standing there. leaning in until her breathing hitches, that involuntary giveaway that her pride can't keep up with. “am i? then look at me.”

she tries. she fails. i just click my tongue, watching her composure finally start to break. that ego of hers finally melting away. i’m kissing her neck and the joke is dead. the silence is the loudest thing in the room until i’m sliding my hands up her thighs, under the fabric of her skirt.

“are you going to be honest with me, or do i have to find out on my own?” no words. just heavy breathing and the way her eyes are begging for me to stop talking. i kiss her like it’s overdue. i pull back just an inch. “can i?” she nods, eager. my hands go further up. feeling her whole body shiver as i finally push her panties aside. the truth is unavoidable.

“look at that. there’s the honesty you’ve been hiding all night” i whisper. slowly sliding my finger through her folds. watching her face flush. listening to the moans she’s finally stopped trying to swallow. “that’s the first real thing you’ve given me all night” “you’re annoying” she gasps, her head back against the mirror. “and you’re soaking, baby” i reply calmly.

“is this what you’ve been wanting? every time you made a joke, were you thinking about this?”

then i stop. completely. i pull my hand back, watching her eyes go wide with confused disappointment.

“why?”

“next time, try being honest sooner. you made me work for it.” she swallows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “and if i was?” “i would’ve taken care of you instead of having to break you down.”

“you’re mean” she says. “and you’re finally learning how to tell the truth. if you want something from me ask for it.”

i make her wait. i make her sit in that cold realization for a beat too long until she finally finds the courage to say it.

“please..” i just smile, spreading her legs back open. “please what?” “I need you” i don’t just resume. i take my time. i’m slower now, my fingers sink back inside her. rubbing her clit with my thumb. watching her face, catching every flicker of her eyes.

“please don’t stop” she whispers, her fingers clutching my shoulders.“how long?” i ask my voice dropping an octave. “how long have you been sitting across from me, pretending you didn't want this?” “months” she finally admits, a broken moan escaping her.

“every single time we were together.” “good girl” kissing the corner of her mouth. “see how much better it feels when you just tell me the truth?”

“don’t you dare stop again” she gasps out. her fingers digging into the wood. “there’s that honesty again” i whisper, increasing the pace. “no jokes or sarcasm left, right? just this, just me.”“just you” she moans. i’m working her until she’s a sobbing mess. coming hard, her body clamping around my fingers. “there you are” i don't give her a second to recover. i’m moving down, my face between her thighs. making sure she feels every bit of the reward i promised.

but then, the air shifts.

the weight of her hands on my shoulders changes from leaning for support to pushing. she’s regained her breath and that foggy look in her eyes has sharpened into something hungry.

she doesn't let me move away. instead, holds my waist and shoves me back. forcing me down into the dresser chair behind me. she’s off the dresser and on top of me, her weight pinning my hips into the velvet seat. she doesn't wait for permission this time. she’s ripping my top off, her eyes dark.

“you were right” she whispers. “i was hiding. i was terrified because i’ve been wanting this for so long i couldn't even put words to it.” kissing my neck, her teeth grazing my skin as she slowly works her way down my body. her hands are everywhere at once, possessive and eager.

“i’ve spent countless night touching myself to the thought of you finally breaking me,” she groans against my skin. and I feel my stomach flip at the confession. “i’ve wanted to feel you, to taste you”

she doesn't give me a chance to respond. her fingers finding me while she keeps me pinned to the chair. “is this honesty you’ve been looking for?” she says, looking up at me with a smirk that isn't a shield anymore. “because i’m not stopping until i get exactly what i came for.”

[dark-moonlust]

The Dragonshifter’s Mate Part 2

Pairing: dragon shifter x human f!reader

Summary: you become the dragon shifter's mate and take both his cocks in your pussy.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, very nsfw, size kink, possessive dragon shifter, consensual and primal, oral (fem), fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms, DVP (dοuble vaginal penetratiοn), overstimulation, 2 monster 🍆 🔥, lots of 💦.

The second part is here! It's so sweet and explicitly smutty; you have been warned! Our dragon-shifter is so darn sexy as he claims the reader. Enjoyyyy!

Read part 1 here.

Full dragon masterlist here.

The cave was bathed in the warm firelight, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the rough stone walls and your writhing body. You lay on a bed of soft furs and silks, legs split wide and draped over a pair of muscled thighs. Chest heaving as your dragon-shifter—tall, muscular, and radiating power toyed with your pussy. His fingers spread your folds, exposing your little slit to his feral eyes. He rubbed your opening, gathering your essence in his fingers and smearing it on your clit. The touch was electric, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, your hands clutching at the hard planes of his chest.

"Hmnnn... yesss..." you breathed, your voice a whisper as his fingers scorched your tender flesh.

"Eryndrin," he said. "My name is Eryndrin, little flame. And you'll cry it out before the night is over."

You barely had time to register his words before buried his face between your legs, claiming you pussy with lewd kisses that left you breathless. His hands were everywhere, grabbing your hips, itching up your sides, and grabbing your tits. When his tongue slipped past the tight entrance of your hole, you saw stars, your body reacting to his touch like a flame being kindled.

Ecstatic joy burst through you as you thrashed, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, every slide of his tongue leaving a path of fire in its wake. Trapped under him, he kept devouring you, his hands cupping your hips and pulling you closer. His touches were electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Eryndrin!" you moaned as he pressed scorching, open-mouthed kisses on your clit.

He growled in answer, proving just how much he enjoyed hearing it.

"Say it again," he demanded, gently pushing a finger in your tender pussy.

"Ah — Eryndrin," you cried out, your voice shaking as he pumped that finger, wet noises filling your ears.

"Louder." Another finger pushed inside you, while he cilclred his tongie around your clit.

You went crazy and trembled. "Eryndrin!"

"Good girl," he said softly, his lips brushing over your folds. "Now let me hear you scream it."

He pumped his finger and he did. With each touch, thrust, and possessive growl, he pushed you closer to the edge until you were crying out his name, your broken voice booming throughout the cave. He prepared you for what seemed to be hours, rolling you on your stomach while pounding into your cunt, his fingers stretching you out. You came again and again, hips bucking uncontrollably as bliss and sweet pain molding into one. 

Eryndrin felt a primal need to fuck you but he also enjoyed the sight of your cunt around his fingers, the tight little hole stretching so perfectly around his digits. So he kept you there, enslaved to his shameless thrusts and strokes as tongue and fingers explored every inch of your sloppy wet cunt. You were his, and he was planning to have his fill of you. In every way.

“Eryndrin!” you cried out for the thousandth time, your voice breathless as pleasure crashed over you for the tenth time in a row. You were on all fours, sweaty and trembling while three fingers drove back and forth in your pussy, slick sounds echoing in the lair. His tongue lapped up every drop of your release while his free hand rubbed your back soothingly.

A whimper escaped you when he pushed his fingers out of your well-fingered pussy. He kissed your folds one last time before turning you over. Through foggy eyes, you watched him as he fisted his two huge cocks glistening with pre-cum. They were identical, large and lengthy from tip to base. Veins cradled them and now you noticed they were slick, self-lubricating.

"Ready, sweatheart?"

"Hmm, more than ever," you said rather dazedly causing him to smile. He'd given you so much pleasure, and you were still greedy for more. When he was done with you, you doubted you'd be able to walk. But it would be worth it. More than anything.

Eryndrin chuckled as he rested your legs on his chest, his cocks heavy on your belly. He guided the lower cock in your entrance, leaving the other outside. You let out a quiet hitch of breath when the head popped inside and the thickness of it penetrated you while the upper cock pulsed on your belly, the cockhead tricking moisture in your bellybutton. He fed you inch by inch, going inhumanly deep until he bottomed out inside you.

You quivered, feeling so stuffed and stretched. "Ahnnn!"

"There, good girl, taking one of my cocks deep in her pretty little cunt." He kissed you lovingly, then rubbed your belly, which was bulging a little with the shape of his shaft inside you. "It's alright. You are safe. Only my mate can take me like this. Your body was made for me. Does it feel good, my little flame?"

“Hmm, it feels so intense,” you panted, another climax building. “I'm… so close.”

Grasping your hips, he watched your cunt contract until his cock slid out, all ten inches of him glistening with your juices before pushing back inside. You cried out, your hands finding purchase on his other cock. You rubbed and pumped him in time with his deep thrusts, his shaft stroking and hitting the right spot again and again.

Again, you came in a series of moans, your body clenching and unclenching around his cock. But then you felt it: a new stretch, another building pressure that made your breath catch. Your eyes widened and when you realized what was going on; he was squeezing the second cock into your hole, the massive head pressing firmly, stretching your pussy further than you thought possible. Your body tensed, your eyes staring with fear and excitement.

Surely, you couldn't take both— 

"Shh," he reassured you. "You can take it, little flame. You were made for this."

"What if... I—I cannot? It's too much."

Eryndrin kissed you, but he did not stop. His tongue slid into your mouth the same time as his cock pushed in. Gently, agonizingly slowly. Both shafts stretching and filling you in ways that caused your vision to blur. Your nails sunk into his shoulders as you gasped, your body quivering beneath him.

"You can do it," Eryndrin rasped in your mouth. "Relax your muscles, sweetheart. There, let me help you feel even better."

Guiding his thumb on your clit, he rubbed back and forth, awakening your pleasure and causing your pussy to relax. So far you'd taken a few inches of both cocks, but thanks to your lubrication and that of his cocks, he drove steadily deeper. Deeper and deeper, opening you up for his girths.

And then, with a final thrust, he was completely buried inside you, pussy impaled on both cocks. You cried and came undone, your clit throbbing in waves of heat even as your body tried to adjust to the unbelievable fullness. Eryndrin grunted above you, his hands grasping your hips as he began to move, each thrust sending ecstasy coursing through your body.

"See? You took me so good," he said, his breath hot on your ear. "You are mine, sweetheart. Mine to worship and protect. Mine to fuck and stretch around my cocks."

After that, you lost the ability to think. The stretch was intense, your belly rounder than before, the pleasure indescribable. You could feel the overwhelming love and possession as he claimed you totally, lewd sounds echoing, the plap-plap of flesh meeting flesh filling your ears.

Soon, he fucked you to another orgasm, his cocks squelching in and out of you. You thrashed and whimpered, overstimulated but he kept going, looking stronger than ever, his cocks feeling harder and thicker than before. His name became a litany on your lips, with each cry becoming more frantic than the previous one. Eryndrin! Eryndrin!

Finally, with a roar that shook the cave's foundations, he joined you in relief, his lips spitting a flare of fire into the air. He slammed to the hilt, his cocks expanding even more and flooding you with cum. His stomach flexed as he spurted load after load, his mouth whimpering your name as he filled your cunt with so much seed that it trickled out of you and stained the furs and silks.

All that remained was the sound of your mingled breaths, the world reduced to the two of you, connected so intimately. Your body felt boneless and heavy as you lay beneath him, his strong body wrapped about you, his cock still releasing inside you.

"Today, you became mine," he said, his voice deep and possessive. "And I became yours. Forever."

"Forever, my love," you nodded, your eyes closing as you relaxed into the warmth of his embrace.

The last thing you remembered before closing your eyes was the immense happiness and sweet tiredness as he held you close and whispered how much he loved you. You slept in his arms, knowing that no matter what happened next, you would always belong to him—your dragon shifter, your Eryndrin.

Wow! This ended up so freaking good! It was FIRE!! Do you agree? I haven't done DVP, so I'm glad I tried it! Let me know what you think, your opinion means so much! Reblogs are greatly appreciated too 😆


[frenchvelvetkisses]

i think you’re at your prettiest when you’re so desperate you can’t even think anymore. there’s this specific look in your eyes glassy and completely unfocused. where i can tell there isn't a single coherent thought left in that pretty little head. not that you need that brain of yours anyway. you’re so much better as my little doll isn't that right sweetheart? i love the way you fall apart when you’re overstimulated. I don’t need you to speak anymore, i much rather watch the moment your vocabulary shrinks down to just my name and a few broken whimpers. fucking you so dumb that you forget what day it is, let alone what you were going to say. "shhh now. no more talking. just be a good girl and take it"

keeping my voice sweet while i push you right past your limit. i love watching you try to form a sentence, your lips parting, your tongue tripping over words. you look beautiful when you’re struggling to remember how to breathe or speak.

i want to leave you completely incoherent barely able to get out a please or a thank you without your voice cracking and trailing off into another moan.

"see? much better. you don't need to think, darling. i'll do all the thinking for both of us." you’re three orgasms deep and you’ve reached that point where you’ve forgotten how to be a person. your skin so sensitive, your breath coming in short panicked little bursts. i haven't let you up for air once. i haven't even given you a second to remember your own name.

i can feel the way your thighs are trembling against my shoulders, a quiver that you can't stop. you try to pull back, your hands weakly batting at mine, your voice a high broken mess of a sound. "stop please, i can't... i'm done..." i just lean over you, my weight pinning you into the mattress while i bring the vibrator back down. the second it touches your swollen and overstimulated skin, you let out a sound that isn't even a moan anymore, it’s a sob. "i know you think you're done, but look at you. you’re still so wet, still so reactive. your body is telling me a completely different story." i don’t stop nor do I turn it down. i don’t give you the mercy of a break. i just bury the toy against you, keeping the pressure heavy and push two fingers in. watching your eyes roll back until only the whites are showing, your head thrashing against the pillow.

"you can take it baby. you’re doing so well, you can give me one more. i can feel you starting to getting close already."

you’re so far gone you aren't even trying to form words anymore. you’re just a collection of soft whimpers and uncoordinated movements. i love the way you’re trying to grind into it even while you’re crying, your mind is begging for it to end but your body is hungry, reaching for that next orgasm before the last one has even faded. i lean down and whisper right into your ear, my voice while i make you cum for the fourth time. "see? i told you. your body didn’t want to stop. it just wants more of me. now be a good little doll and give me everything you have left”

[frenchvelvetkisses]

I know you’re not actually asleep sweetheart. you just love pretending, don't you? staying perfectly still just so I’ll touch you, hoping I’ll take advantage of your resting body while you play the part of my quiet obedient girl. "my sweet little slut... if you wanted me to use you this badly, you could have just asked. but you’d rather I take what’s mine without hesitation, wouldn't you? like the little toy you are."

I’m moving slowly, watching the way your eyelashes flicker even though you’re trying so hard to keep them closed. you’re my doll and we both know you love it. so you won't mind if I carefully, meticulously slide my strap in from behind right? you aren't going to admit it but this is all you’ve been waiting for “you’re awfully wet for someone who’s supposed to be dreaming honey” how long are you going to keep up the act? I know all you want to do is scream and hold me. when is that precious self control finally going to break? maybe if I trail wet kisses along the side of your neck while my thumb finds your clit, rubbing in slow circles that’ll wake you up, you won’t be able to ignore it. I can feel your heart hammering, your breath hitching as you try and fail to stay silent.

"there you are, let me hear you. come take what you want baby. that didn't last long, did it? your eyes are so blown is it because you're getting close already?” you’re so easy to ruin. suddenly the act vanishes. you can’t handle the pressure anymore. poor thing. finally, I have you spin around abandoning all pretense of being asleep and wrap your arms around my neck, pulling me down into you with a desperate sob. I was waiting for this. “come here that’s it, give it all to me. show me how much you missed me"

I stop right before you cum, pulling back just enough to watch the desperation flood your face. I wipe a single tear with my thumb, smiling down at you. "oh? did you want to finish? I thought you wanted to sleep. maybe if you ask me nicely, I'll consider letting you have it”