imagine it's the age of sail: you're in a shipwreck, and the last thing you see are tentacles rising all the way up to the sky, it seems, huge shadowy forms against the towering storm, and then there's a huge cracking noise and everything goes black.
you wake up in a cavern, a little scraped but otherwise none the worse for wear, and when you haul yourself to your feet and step outside you realize you're on a tiny island, barely more than a crag of rock, with nothing but ocean on all sides. when those tentacles rise from the sea again, you're helpless to do anything but stare, especially when they descend toward you and an enormous eye rises from the waves and fixes you with its stare. it's a kraken, you realize, a creature you thought until now was a myth, its enormous form largely hidden beneath the sea—and its tentacles are pulling at what remains of your sodden, torn clothes.
at first you're taken aback, a little flustered by its impropriety, but you can't deny there's something alluring about the strange beast and the iridescent sheen of its skin. besides, you want to see what it's going to do, so you let it undress you. only then do you notice the strange appendage rising from the water nearest you, a long thin tendril with what appears to be a single sucker at the tip. it slides between your legs, twitching delicately at your skin; the unfamiliar sensation makes you giggle, and you sit down and open your legs to give it better access. after a little exploring, it pushes up against the entrance to your cunt, and clearly decides that's what it's been looking for—but you've never been touched there before, and you tense up almost immediately. it withdraws and goes back to rubbing and stroking elsewhere between your legs, making you squirm and blush, and after a while it tries again. this time you're relaxed enough that it slips in easily, working its way into you slowly and carefully, apparently taking great delight in making you shiver and moan.
finally, once it's worked you open enough to slide all the way in, you feel a strange sensation—the sucker at its tip has latched onto something inside of you, and after a moment you realize that it must be the entrance to your womb. you feel a series of pricks and then a sudden rush of warmth—there must be a ring of stingers at its tip, or perhaps tiny barbs—and then you feel the tendril swell several times in quick succession, followed by a sudden unexpected pressure in that same unfamiliar place. for a moment you don't understand what you're feeling, and then you realize, just as the pressure releases with a burst of pleasure and something round and smooth settles into your womb: it's an egg. the kraken is laying its eggs inside of you.
by the time it's finished, you've had not only your first orgasm but several more, and your belly is swollen and round, only slightly lumpy from the dozens and dozens of eggs the kraken has deposited in your womb. what a turn of events, you think: not only are you alive, but you've had so many other firsts in the past few hours alone. and judging the way the kraken is eyeing you, and the series of other intriguingly shaped tentacles rising from the water, you aren't done yet—after all, it went to all the trouble of saving you; what's the point if it can't have a little fun now?
after a few months of carrying the kraken's brood, your belly has swollen even further and you've started to undergo a number of additional changes. webbing has grown between your fingers and toes, making it easy for you to slip into the water and join your mate; a series of parallel slits—gills—have opened on either side of your neck, making it possible for you to spend long hours underwater as the kraken introduces you to pleasures you've never imagined. someday the eggs growing within you will be ready to be laid, but not for a while yet, if your guess is anything to go by: after all, the kraken is a leviathan with a lifespan measured in millennia, not years, so it stands to reason that its young should likewise take their time developing. and with all the new changes in your body—with more, no doubt, yet to come—you hope that you'll have a lifespan to match, if for no other reason than to spend all that time as the kraken's mate. after all, what could be better than this: an eternity of carrying its eggs and letting it shape your body to its liking, filling and fucking you every day as it pleases, taking its pleasure from you and providing plenty in return—and making sure that you're never alone or empty again.
you recently got a job at a egg collecting company, you just have to stroke the (totally not a dick) appendage and get the eggs out.
Sounds easy, right? Well yes, the monster always pump out more eggs when you come in and productivity has sky rocketed!
You're asked to become the main egg collector (with a pay raise) so obviously you accept the job, it's easy and the worst thing that could happen is the monster breaking out but that won't happen, right?
...right?
Awwww.
Monster egg collection agency sounds like a great career opportunity. You get to pump a throbbing, leaking "appendage" connected to who-knows-what and watch as eggs are pumped out the bulging slit.
You never get to see the monsters. A wall separates you from the other side. For safety, of course. By the size of the ovipositors you jerk off you know the monsters on the other side would easily tear you apart if you ever met.
But then the break out happens.
You dealing with the usual fanfare of hand around ovipositor when alarms start to blare and the sounds of screaming echoes threw the halls. Monster have escaped and are terrorizing the facility. The monster you were working with takes notice of the change and roars behind the wall. The sounds of chains breaking signal that its time for you to leave.
You run as fast as you can. Down corridors that would usually be brimming with others milking monster ovipositors for their eggs worth. Instead, they contained the sight of bulging, cumsoaked bellies and monsters fucking their brood into every available hole they can find.
You never had a chance.
For the next hours you find yourself fucked by all manner of monster and filled with the eggs you only gotten to collect before. Large wasps buzz delicate as they pound into you. Dragons, wyverns, and gorgons make use of both hemipenises to leave you gaping. The eggs don't even stay put inside you, slipping back out to make room for the next monster to stuff you once more.
By the end of it, the company has the largest harvest of monster eggs they've ever had. Sure, the implementation could've been better, but imagine if the had more permanent positions in place.
You're first in line for the next raise. It's too good to pass up.
Request: I was thinking something like a male Minatour and chubby female reader, who meet at a college libary and end up fucking in a study room, with a small window. I was thinking maybe like a "I've seen this hot person around, but I haven't been able to approach type situation" with like some tension. Maybe he catches a book that was about to fall on their head and that's when they first kiss and stuff. And one thing I'd like to be included if possible is the fact that female has big boobs. (Also maybe some exhibition and light degradation on top hehe)
Library fun
Minotaur x chubby fem!reader || public sex, exhibitionism (light), degradation (light), dirty talk, cum-play
You are trying to reach a book on the top shelf and failing miserably, it’s way too high for you. Fuck. “Do you need help reaching that?” A deep voice asks behind you, startling you. You turn around and come face to face with the biggest pecs you’ve ever seen. You look up, and up… And good lord if he isn’t the most handsome minotaur you’ve seen entering before. Fuck.
“I- Yeah, if you don’t mind…” You tell him, your voice stuttering and your face getting hot. He’s so big and so handsome, and he’s so close to you, damn. Your panties are getting wet.
You think he’s going to grab the book and give it to you, but instead he grabs you by the waist and pulls you up without effort, making you yelp. He makes you feel dainty and tiny, something nobody made you feel before. Your pulse accelerates and you gulp audibly, your breathing erratic as you take the book and he sets you down on the floor again.
You look up at him, who is already looking down at you. There’s some kind of understatement between you two, so when he lowers his head and softly asks: “Can I kiss you?” You nod eagerly, not understanding what is happening or why, but more than ready to be kissed by a big minotaur.
You start making out against the shelf, his hands finding your ass and pulling you up. You two kiss for what feels like an eternity, his big tongue sensual against yours. You’ve never done anything like that, you don’t even know his name. He breaks apart and starts kissing your neck, your hands find his horns and you start caressing the base, he groans against your pulse point.
“You are driving me insane. I’ve been waiting to catch you alone for ages, that little curvy human walking around campus and looking so fucking good I want to eat her whole.” You groan at his compliment, flushing bright red. “I knew you would be a little slut, I know you would melt against me as soon as I got my hands around your luscious body.” The degradation in his tone should be bad, but it turns you on like crazy, making you groan and grind your clothed pussy against him. “And as soon as I saw you today walking around moving that fat ass with that tiny skirt… I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to approach you.” You bite down on your lip to stop the whimper trying to escape.
You feel his hand in your ass, groping and pulling at your panties, making you groan when the seam rubs against your clit. He bites on your neck gently, and you groan again. “Can we get out of here?” You ask, not recognizing the tone of your voice, so desperate and needy it feels unknown. But you are so ready, so wet and ready to be fucked by this big minotaur.
He stops groping you and grins, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you don’t care. You follow along and smile when he opens a study room and drags you inside. He locks behind him and crowds into your space instantly. Your heart is beating so fast you can hear it.
He helps you on the table and starts groping your soft tummy, and telling you how pretty you are, how good you feel. Your brain is spinning, not expecting him to be so into you, but his erection pressing against your clothed pussy is more than clear. He grinds into you as he pulls down your shirt and bra, your breasts spilling over.
“Fuck, look at that, those are the most perfect boobs I’ve ever seen,” you try not to blush, but his compliment is too much.
He starts groping your boobs, kneading them and lowering his head to kiss all over. He’s the first man (more like monster) who can grab your whole boob with his hands. Nobody ever could, they are too big for tiny human hands, but him… He’s so big. You grab onto his horns and enjoy the feel of his lips and his big tongue all over. It’s exhilarating.
You make out some more, his hands all over your body, his dick rubbing against your pussy, your legs around his hips. He groans against your mouth when his hand feels your dripping cunt through the flimsy lace. He rips your panties and starts rubbing your clit with intent, making you groan and throw your head back. “Such a good slut for me, darling. You are doing so well, your pussy is so wet… I bet you can take me. Can you, pretty? Can you take a minotaur’s dick?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant, your pussy so ready, so wet. He fingers you rapidly, adding one, two, three fingers inside of you as you writhe on the table and pull at his horns. He chuckles at your eagerness and starts scissoring the fingers inside of you, preparing you. “I’m ready, I’m ready… Come on, come on. Fuck me, please.” Your broken plea is what it does it. He looks up at you with hooded eyes and hunger in his eyes.
He grabs you by the waist and manhandles you until your back is against the wall and positions himself, lowering your body bit by bit, in the most tortuous pace. You put your arms around his big neck, softly caressing the back of his head, right between his horns and he moans brokenly. You try to push your ass down, to make him go faster, but he stops you, making you whimper.
By the time he’s fully settled inside of you, you are ready to come. He’s so big, he’s hitting every single pleasure point inside of you. And when he pulls back almost all the way and goes back in, you cry out. He chuckles and starts fucking you faster, your big boobs bouncing between the two of you. The friction between your nipples and his shirt is better than a drug. Your head spinning as your body moves with him, finding the perfect sync.
You feel him rubbing your clit with his thumb, pressing down on your pubic bone and making you feel him even deeper. You groan as you register the fact that he can support your whole weight with just one arm and fuck you against the wall. His strength is such a turn on that you cry out again. You bounce your body as much as you can, trusting him to support you. He groans at your excitement, groping your ass and complimenting you non-stop.
“Your greedy pussy is taking me so well. I’m gonna fill you so much you are going to be dripping for hours.” His words make your pussy clench around his shaft and the groan he lets out in response is almost enough to send you over the edge. “Fuck, your pussy…” His words sound like a plea and a prayer at the same time, like your pussy is enough to make him see god.
A movement over his shoulder catches your attention. You see someone looking through the tiny window next to the door. “There’s… There’s someone looking,” you let out in between thrusts. He smirks at you and presses you harder against the wall, not stopping. By the angle of the door you know they’re probably just seeing his ass and his big balls bouncing, but the fact that they know you are being fucked in a study room is making you hot all over. You never knew you had an exhibitionism kink.
“Let them look, let them see how well you take me. Let them see how pretty your pussy looks around my cock.” You groan loudly, and he covers your mouth with his hand, his pace getting faster. You bite down on his hand, making him grunt and pound into you harder, his hips hitting the right angle to make you see starts. “Come on, little slut, come around my cock, let me feel you.”
The combination of his thrusts and the fact that you know somebody out there is watching you get fucked raw in a study room is what does it. You come around his shaft, as your body is hit by wave after wave of pleasure. You come messily around him as he keeps pounding into you carelessly.
His pace becomes erratic, and a couple hard thrusts later he’s coming inside of you. Being truthful to his earlier promise, he fills you to the brim, until you are sure some is spilling around his cock buried deep. He’s making a mess out of you, and you are loving it.
He pulls out and releases your mouth, you look at the window again but there’s nobody there anymore. He lays you over the table and you are thankful for that, your legs wouldn’t be able to support you, still shaking. You look down at him, who is currently kneeling on the floor, his face close to your abused pussy.
“My cum looks so good leaking out of you…” He lets out, making you whimper and flush hard. You feel his fingers against your tender flesh, collecting some of the dripping cum and pushing it back inside. You groan, your eyes rolling back into your head. “Is it too late to ask you out, now?” His ask catches you off guard, making you giggle. Your amusement dies down when he pushes his fingers inside your pussy, hitting your G-spot instantly. You groan as he says, “go out with me?”
You look at him, your brain not fully processing what he’s saying. He stands up, kissing a trail of kisses up your body, paying special attention to your soft tummy and sensitive nipples. By the time he gets to your mouth, you want him to fuck you again.
“Say yes to a date and I will ravish your pussy again, greedy slut.” He punctuates that with a clever thrust of his fingers, making you groan. “Will you go out with me?” He sounds hopeful and you are more than happy by that.
“Yes,” you groan.
He kisses you deeply, a kiss that tastes like a promise.
You've inherited an enormous castle from a distant relative, and you're seeing it for the first time today. The grounds are breathtaking, the architecture flawless, and as soon as you step inside something in you knows that you are home.
The staff are kind and polite and very welcoming. They seem happy to show you around; they smile indulgently at your every exclamation of delight. A real castle, and it's yours.
During your tour, you pass through a long, dimly lit corridor. There's only one door, and it almost blends in with the walls. The maid passes it by without a second glance.
"Wait," you say, hesitating. She glances back at you in question. "What's in here?" you ask, pointing.
"No one goes in there," she replies.
That's not really an answer. You frown.
"Why not?" you pressed.
"No one goes in there," she repeats. She's staring at you intensely, seeming to will you into dropping the matter. You force yourself to shrug, and the maid's expression lightens in relief.
How strange. But it's the only blip on an otherwise wonderful day, and you put the dark hallway and that mysterious door out of your mind for the moment.
The staff retires after around eight in the evening after checking that you have everything you need. You thank them, listening as their footsteps fade, leaving you alone for the first time since you arrived. Temptation tickles the back of your mind.
There would be no one to stop you if you checked out what was behind that door.
It's your castle, you reason as you make your way up a curving staircase. This is your home now, and you should know every part of it. After all, if it was dangerous, surely it would have been easier to just say so?
As you approach the door, it occurs to you that it may be locked. The idea irritates you. You have no interest in haranguing the staff into handing over the key. But the door opens easily as you turn the handle, gliding open on silent hinges. You'd expected an eery creek given the maid's earlier comment that no one ever comes in here. Maybe it was some sort of prank?
All thoughts flee your mind as you take in the splendour of the room. Moonlight streams in through the enormous windows, illuminating the room: it's a library. There are two floors to either side of you, the walls lined with shelves of books. Your hand flutters to your chest in amazement.
Any tiredness that may have been hovering at the edge of your mind abruptly flees. You plan on exploring every inch of this place. You step into the room, unsure where to start, when the door... shuts.
"Hello?" you call out, slightly spooked. No one answers. You glance over your shoulder at the door, step towards it to turn the handle again. It opens easily, just as it did the first time.
Oh. How strange. You shrug though, and then shut the door yourself. No use in getting startled again while you're looking around. You're considering where to start when something in the far right corner catches your eye.
It's a mirror.
A mirror in a library? Your curiosity is piqued, and walk over to examine it. The thick carpet beneath your feet muffles the sounds of your footsteps.
Your first thought is that it's beautiful. It's a tremendous piece, longer than you are tall and several feet wide The glass shines brightly, and you catch a glimpse of your own awestruck expression in the reflection. But what really captures you attention is the frame.
There, in burnished gold, the mirror is bordered by tentacles.
You take a step closer, and then another. You're close enough to run your hand over the intricate carvings, but hesitate for some reason. Pressing your lips together, you take another quick look over your shoulder at the door. There's no reason for it, you remind yourself. This is your home, and you can do whatever you like.
Movement from the corner of your eye.
You gasp, whipping around to stare at the mirror again. You could have sworn that the tentacles... had moved.
Impossible. The product of an overactive imagination. Of course you're a little bit jumpy, you reason. You're in the dark, in an unfamiliar place. Still, there's no reason to be afraid.
And to prove it to yourself, you boldly reach out to caress one of the tentacles with your fingertip.
The ground lurches beneath you and, before you know it, you're falling forward, into the mirror. A startled yelp escapes you as you're pressed right up against the cool glass.
That's when you see them. The tentacles are undulating, beautiful burnished gold limbs moving to capture your wrists and ankles in a vicelike grip. You struggle against the hold, more frightened cries spilling free.
This can't be happening.
But it is. Cool, slick tentacles tickle across your cheeks and ears, while others grope you over your clothes. They're gentle, though, curious more than anything, as though trying to learn the shape of you.
You tell yourself that you're dreaming. This whole experience has just been a strange dream, and all you need to do is wake up. Any minute now, you'll wake up.
Riiiiiip.
You give a startled shout as your clothes are shredded from your body, leaving you only in your underwear. The glass is cold against your skin, as are the tentacles exploring you, and you feel your nipples tighten in response. Tentacles glide over your skin, leaving a sticky residue behind. Everywhere they touch begins to tingle.
There's an answering wetness between your thighs.
No, no, no, no, no.
That's what you mean to say. You mean to shout and scream and kick and bite and thrash.
A needy moan escapes your mouth instead.
Thin tentacles slip beneath your panties. The touch is so light that you almost think you're imagining it. But something flicks you're clit, and pleasure flashes through you like quicksilver. You wrench against the tentacles.
Struggling to get away or spread your legs further? You're not sure.
The tentacles are getting bolder now. Some have slid around you, plump limbs slipping between you and the mirror. One thick tentalce glides down your belly while two or three travel upwards. You're beginning to sweat, and it eases the movement of the tentacles against you.
"P-please," you beg, gasping. Those thin tendrils continue to strum against your clit and it's making you desperate. Your hips grind down, searching for friction that those tentacles are too insubstantial to give you.
Your reaction seems to please them. The tentacles caressing you get slicker, and the one slipping down your tummy dips beneath your panties to join its brethren. But unlike those slim tentacles, this one bypasses your clit entirely.
It probes at your hole, teasing. You thrust backwards before you can stop yourself, groaning. A distant part of your mind is horrified by what is happening, but you're too far gone to care. You need something inside you now.
The tentacle presses inside of your soaking cunt in one long, seemingly endless push. Deep. It's so deep. And so fucking thick. Stretching you. All the while, those tiny tentacles continue to toy with your clit.
You cum.
The tentacle squirms inside you, twisting and thrusting, and it makes your eyes roll back in your head. You no longer wish to fight. Any thought of resistance evaporates; instead, you work with the tentacles, fucking yourself back against the one in your pussy.
Your cheek is pressed against the mirror, breath leaving little puffs of condensation against the glass. You feel something slick touch your bottom lip. While another of the tentacles had diverted to toy with your nipples, this one had travelled between your tits to linger at your mouth. Without thinking, your tongue darts out to taste the residue.
Delicious.
You open your mouth, and the tentacle glides along your tongue to the back of your throat without hesitation. The taste of it explodes in your mouth and you feel yourself gush around the tentacle in your cunt. You wish you could see yourself in the mirror, watch as you're taken from both ends.
Was your tummy bulging as the tentacle fucked you? You could already feel drool running down your chin. Would it reach your tits, slick the way for the next tentacle to take it's turn?
Time loses meaning. You cum again. And again.
And again.
You lose count of your orgasms. You wonder if any of the tentacles will cum inside you?
The thought is heady. You clench down further on the tentacle that's been fucking you relentlessly. You want it to. You want all of them to cum on and inside you. Fill you up and paint you with its seed.
You choke on the tentacle in your mouth as it speeds up, pressing deeper. Somehow, the tentacles seem to sense your new desperation. They thicken, thrust faster, harder.
Distantly, you feel something probing your asshole.
Yes.
It all seems to happen at once. The tentacle in your cunt stiffens for a moment before hot cum spurts inside you. And that's when the other tentacle pushes into your ass, spreading you wide to accommodate it's girth.
Your screams are muffled by the tentacle fucking your throat. It isn't long before that one is cumming too, filling you up with it's seed. You try desperately to swallow it all, but some inevitably escapes, dripping down your chin.
More.
The tentacles slip free from your mouth and cunt, but are quickly replaced by others. You accept them eagerly, already impatient to take more of their loads. They no longer need to hold you open to them. Once the tentacles at your wrists have released their grip, you reach down to hold yourself open to the ones fucking you.
You cum until you're almost dizzy from it. The tentacles cum inside you until their seed leaks from your holes and onto the thick carpet. Your skin is coated with their cum, slick and warm and tingling. Your belly is bulging from the both the tentacles fucking you and from the cum that's been released inside you.
Thinking about a mating pressed-bunny’s little cotton tail wagging as a werewolf’s knot locks inside of them, stuck to furry hips lifting their little butt off the ground for a few seconds before they press them back into the ground and rapidly pump them full of cum. Squealing and toes curling as the wolf makes their tummy bulge…
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