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27F afab she/her | I'm into darker kinks | mostly sub but interested in domming | terfs and minors DNI

[intoxicating-goddess]

✨️Welcome✨️

This blog contains 18+ NSFW content. No minors, please!

It's a real mixed bag when it comes to my posts. Some are light and fluffy, while others are dark and twisted. Read at your own risk.

I don't often respond to messages but sometimes respond to asks.

The list of kinks I'm into is very long, so instead enjoy this list:

Kinks I'm NOT into:

• Scat

• Piss

• Lactation

• Feet

• Negative Body Comments

[intoxicating-goddess]

Should I let them out? 🍒🤍

[intoxicating-goddess]

Currently obsessed with the idea of a man using me solely as a cum dump. I wait patiently, cunt exposed, while he watches porn and jerks off. Then, right as he's about to cum, he shoves his cock in my cunt and spills his seed deep inside me. Then he pulls out and leaves me there to clean myself up 😍

[kxsalt]

cw non-consent

Two is company, three is a crowd. The old saying is tossed around as a joke. She sits on the bed in the hotel room while the three men take off their clothes. The girl is almost entirely confident. Her experience having sex with two men at the same time will surely carry her through. A flicker of nervousness is visible on her face as they lead her off the bed and onto her knees.

Sucking cock, she strokes the other two. With only moments to catch her breath, her mouth is passed around the trio. The coordination required to give two handjobs while deepthroating is slightly beyond her ability. The men get more impatient and unsatisfied by her awkward rhythm.

“Come on, you can do better than that. You said you were good at this.” The man lambasts her. She gurgles in response. “One more minute, then we can switch.” Groans another as he facefucks her. “Let’s get into the fun stuff.” Remarks the third, also unsatisfied by her hand. He grabs her hips, lifting her upright and drives his cock into her pussy.

Spitroasted on the men, the girl feels a moment of comfort. Having one man using her cunt while she sucks off the other is a familiar place for her. The third man complicates things. She tries her best to swap between the two regularly, but their impatience grows. One sits on the bed. “Let me fuck her. Come bounce on my dick, slut.”

“I’m trying my best, okay?” Her disrespectful tone slips through her unused mouth. The energy changes. The girl swallows as she reads the frustrated expressions of the three men. “Try harder.” Says the man on the bed as he grabs her hips and pulls her on top of him. She takes him in her pussy while another stands on the matress.

She tastes her pussy on his cock as she rides the other man. Another familiar place. The girl forgets to take care of the third man. A firm grip on her bum reminds her of his presence. Reaching behind, she tries to grab onto his cock. It’s too late.

Pulling her head away from the blowjob, she feels the head of his cock press against her ass. “Hey! I don’t do anal! I told you that before! Stop!” The girl protests. “You do now.” He would barely fit inside her without her pussy stretched by the other man. He groans and thrusts himself inside her third hole.

Her safeword is ignored. It’s nothing but theatre when three men want to take a lone woman. The impotent begging is muffled when a cock is shoved down her throat. Finally, the group is satisfied. Tears pour from her eyes as her arms are held behind her back. Fighting with all her strength wouldn’t be enough to stop even one of them.

Another desparate attempt to escape. The men pin her to the bed and switch between her holes. She begs for them to stop. They don’t. Instead they fuck her harder. The first man to finish unloads his cum all over her sobbing face. The second man finishes in her ass. As he pulls his cock from her, the third man takes his place. Their cum mixes in her used asshole.

The first is ready again. His comrades hold her down so he can properly enjoy her. The girl’s pleading has faded into the occasional mumbled word or outburst of crying. As they fuck her, one or two keeps a firm grip on her to prevent any physical resistance. Sometimes, two regain their stamina at the same time, and they both penetrate her at the same time.

The hours pass. Gone far beyond her limits, the girl lies limp in the middle of the hotel bed. The last man finishes in her ruined body. His cum dribbles from her as he gets dressed. She curls up in a ball and tries to wipe off the stains as the hotel room door closes.

[intoxicating-goddess]

Please ignore my safeword 🥵🤤

[bktempted-deactivated20251221]

Bait.

It’s finally happening.

That thought loops, a giddy, almost frantic rhythm under the surface of everything else. Play it cool. You have to play it cool, even though every nerve ending is fizzing like cheap champagne.

For weeks, it’s been a careful little ritual. Unlocking the door before bed. Cracking the back window just enough — an invitation hanging in the humid night air. Tonight felt different, though. So, you upped the ante. No panties under the big soft t-shirt you usually wear to bed. You made sure of that. Easy access. Practically gift-wrapped.

And the show you put on earlier? Pure artistry, if you do say so yourself. Kneeling on the living room floor, ass up, face down, fingers working magic between your legs, right in front of the window. You’d imagined unseen eyes watching, felt the heat rise not just from your own touch, but from the idea of being observed, caught, wanted like that. You made sure the wetness glistening on your cunt was visible before you finally curled into a tight orgasm, moaning just loud enough to carry. Bait. Shameless, desperate bait.

Now, lying in bed, you strain your ears, listening past the ordinary night sounds. Every creak of the old house, every distant siren, makes your breath halt. Is that it? Is that him?

There.

A faint scrape downstairs. Not the house settling. Something else. Purposeful. Your heart kicks against your ribs, a drummer signaling the start of the main event. You squeeze your eyes shut, feigning sleep, but a slow, inevitable wetness begins to bloom between your legs. Don't smile. Whatever you do, do not smile.

Footsteps on the stairs. Slow, careful, testing each tread. Heavy. Oh, this is it. This is really it. Adrenaline dumps into your system, sharpening every sense. You can smell the faint tang of the night air drifting up with him.

Your bedroom door eases open. A sliver of hallway light cuts across the floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A shadow detaches itself from the doorframe, large and indistinct. You keep your breathing even, shallow, mimicking sleep, even as your clit pulses with unbearable anticipation.

He moves closer. You can feel the air shift, feel his presence loom over the bed. A rough hand lands on your shoulder, shaking you.

You gasp — a little too sharp, maybe? A bit too theatrical? — and flinch away, pulling the sheet tighter. "Who...? What do you want?" Your voice trembles, but it’s laced with an excitement you can barely suppress.

His voice is a low rasp, muffled by a mask, just like you pictured. "Don't scream."

As if you would. Screaming might scare him off, and that's the last thing you want. You nod quickly, eyes wide, trying to project pure terror. Inside, you’re practically vibrating. Finally.

His weight dips the mattress beside you. He doesn't waste time with pleasantries — hands are grabbing your wrists, pulling them above your head. You give a token struggle, a pathetic wiggle that does absolutely nothing against his strength.

The smooth feel of plastic zip ties cinching tight around your wrists sends a fresh wave of heat flooding your core. Helpless. Pinned. What you always wanted. You have to bite your lip hard to stop the ecstatic little moan threatening to escape.

He fastens your ankles next, pulling your legs slightly apart. Spread, bound, waiting. It’s almost too much. The sheer, perfect execution of it all. You attracted a professional.

He leans down, his masked face close to yours. "A little too easy" you sense some disgust in his voice. "Leaving everything open like that."

You shake your head, trying to look confused and terrified. "I... I don't know what you mean..."

"Yeah, right." His hand slides down your body, over the curve of your hip, and then pauses deliberately right over your cunt. He must feel the heat, the dampness. "Just another dumb slut begging to get fucked."

He rips the t-shirt then, a satisfying tearing sound that echoes in the small room. You lie there, bound and bare, heart hammering, cunt throbbing, absolutely drenched. The perfect picture of vulnerability.

He leans back, taking in the sight, and you know, with a certainty that makes you dizzy, that the real show is about to begin. You put in the work, laid the trap, played the part. Now you get to reap the reward.

———

His hand clamps down hard between your legs, fingers digging into the damp flesh, parting your cunt. You gasp — a real one this time, sharp and involuntary — as blunt fingers force their way inside. Not checking if you're ready, just taking. He hooks them deep, stretching you wider than you thought possible, a low groan tearing from your throat that’s equal parts pain and sheer, unadulterated pleasure.

You’re practically leaking for him, slicking his invading fingers yourself. That thought sends a fresh wave of humiliation crashing through you. You made yourself this ready, this easy. He grunts, satisfied with your state, and withdraws his fingers, leaving you aching and exposed for a bare second before something much thicker, much harder, presses at your entrance.

He slams into you.

A choked scream rips from your throat as he drives himself home in brutal, unstoppable thrusts. It steals your breath, stretching you to your limits, threatening to tear you apart. Your bound wrists strain against the zip ties above your head, your hips lifting instinctively off the mattress trying to accommodate the sheer size of him, even as your mind reels from the impact. Every inch of you is pinned, invaded, claimed.

And then he really starts to move.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The wet, meaty sound of his cock hammering into your soaked cunt, mingling with the creak of the bed frame, protesting the assault and your own ragged gasps. You buck beneath him, not in pleasure, exactly, but as an involuntary reaction to the sheer force of the impacts. Your head thrashes side to side on the pillow, hair sticking to your sweat slicked face. Tears roll down your cheeks — maybe from the pain, maybe the intensity, maybe the sheer, overwhelming ecstasy of finally getting exactly this. This brutal, uncaring use.

"Stop...please" The word is ripped from you, half sob, half surrender.

He doesn't respond, doesn't acknowledge you as anything other than a hole to be used. He just keeps pounding, his breathing harsh and ragged above you. His hips slam down with piston like regularity, driving you into the mattress, shaking the entire bed. Sweat coats both your bodies, making his grip slippery as he braces himself above you. The friction is building inside you, but it’s almost secondary to the sheer overwhelming sensation of being dominated, used like a piece of meat.

He grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to look at the ceiling, exposing the vulnerable line of your throat. His thrusts become unsteady. You sense the telltale tightening of his muscles. He’s close.

"Fuck - stop...no...don't" you gasp out, a halfhearted plea, and it only spurs him on. He groans, and his pace becomes impossibly fast, a hammering that rearranges your insides. He slams into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt with a force that makes you cry out, and then you feel it — the hot, pulsing flood of his cum deep inside you. He pumps and pumps, emptying himself into your depths, groaning harshly with each pulse, his body heavy and trembling above yours.

His cum fills you, spilling out around the base of his cock, running down between your legs, sticky and warm against your skin. He pulls out abruptly, the sound slick and wet, leaving you feeling hollowed out and aching. You lie there, rattled, legs still bound apart, his cum cooling on your thighs and dripping slowly onto the sheets. He'd taken the bait, and a little bit more than that.

[intoxicating-goddess]

Yes please 🤤

[verbalabuseencouraged]

I need to be raped so bad💕

Like, surprise me in the parking lot kind of rape. I always park far away because I need the walk and I don’t want to deal with people who pull out like jackasses (hehe), so it should be pretty easy. I’m putting my things in the backseat, tucking them into the foot space so they don’t move around. You come up quick and grab handfuls of my ass, using your larger body to hoist me all the way into the back.

I’d be so shocked, I wouldn’t know what was happening, and that would give you plenty of time to pin me down by the back of the neck, my cheek pressing hard to the seat. I can feel the hard outline of your cock against my ass before I even draw a breath to scream. With your free hand you punch me in the head. Not hard, you know how to pull back on your blow, but sharp. It hurts just enough to scare me into shutting up.

You lean in even as I feel your hand slip between us to your belt. There are no fumbling hands here, you’re quick and precise as you pull the strap free of its buckle, followed by a brisk zip. “You scream and I’ll fucking put you in the hospital.” I can feel your breath on the side of my face but I can’t see you.

Now your dick is free, thick, and hard, and hot against me. Your attentions turn to my clothing, swiftly yanking my dress up and underwear down to my thighs. I try to wriggle, push you off, but you’ve got just enough of your weight on me so that I can’t budge up.

“Stupid..cunt!” Your sneer turns into a groan as you line up well enough to force your cock into me with one sharp thrust. I cry out but you don’t reprimand me, you moan and curse into my ear as you start fucking me against my will.

It burns, being stretched out and stuffed so forcefully, but only at first. I get wetter and wetter as you thrust into me again and again and again. I let out little grunts as you fill me, draw breath when you pull out. Your hips are so violent I can feel and hear the whole car rocking as I’m raped.

You still moan somewhere above me but don’t say anything else, even when my grunts become sharp cries as your fucking into my pussy becomes faster, harder. When you cum you shout out a curse against my temple and bury your cock so deep it forces a guh sound out of me.

You keep pumping your cum into me almost tenderly once your orgasm has passed, pushing it deep, clearly enjoying the last ebbs of the pleasure you took from my body. When you finally push off me and start tucking yourself away you tell me, “Don’t say a fucking word about this to anyone. I’m going to give you five minutes and then you better drive straight fucking home. I’m going to follow you in case you get any ideas.”

I can hear your feet walking away and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I push my dress back down hastily as I back up out of the car, fumbling to pull my underwear back up, cringing at the squishy sensation of my panties meeting the cum seeping out of my ravaged cunt. I close the door and walk around to get in my car. I see another man walking to his car with a shopping bag and a snarky grin on his face. It’s not you, but he knows, or thinks he knows, what I’ve been doing. I turn so red that I can actually hear him laugh as he closes his car door.

On the long drive home I keep checking my mirror for you. I don’t know if it was a bluff but I’m not taking chances. I go straight home only to find a cop car waiting on the curb in front. I panic. Did someone see and call it in? Did you follow me home? Are you watching now? Are you going to kill me?

The cop walks up and motions for me to roll down the window. Stammering I ask if anything is wrong.

“Just wanted to make sure you got home alright.” You say, smiling brightly as the shock of hearing your voice registers on my face. You open the car door for me. “Why don’t you show me inside ma’am.”

[everydaythesame69]

Tie me up, sit me on 2 big, thick dildos with a vibrator taped to my clit. Put a ring gag in my mouth and hook it into a glory hole. I want random men to come use my throat like a fleshlight, making me choke and gag, spit dripping down my face. Wanna take every disgusting, sticky load in my mouth. All while being uncomfortably stretched and overstimulated.

They'd barely give me time to breathe as they frantically shove themselves deeper down my throat, chasing their release. I can't help but cum over and over from the abuse, the feeling of absolute helplessness. I couldn't stop them if i tried, can't move away to get them out of my throat. Nobody is coming to get me out for hours, no matter what happens. All i can do it take it. Maybe i lose consciousness a couple times, just to wake up to them shooting big, thick ropes into my mouth. Gagging at the taste. I lose count of how many cocks I've taken by the time my shifts over and you let me out, covered in drool and all the loads I couldn't swallow. My own cum dripping out of my abused cunt into a puddle on the floor. I'm so sore i can't barely walk. And I'll be doing it all over again tomorrow

[intoxicating-goddess]

If only 😍🤤

[ickycvnt-deactivated20250701]

“Victims don’t cum” he groans into my ear as he pounds me into the mattresses, ignoring my sobs and weak little slaps, “and you keep cumming while I rape you… you’re not a victim. You’re a whore. Cum for me, slut.”

[intoxicating-goddess]

You're right, I'm nothing but a good little rapesleeve 😍

[everydaythesame69]

Portal pussies are so fucking hottt 😖 imagine you can't make rent one month, so in a desperate attempt you decide to sell your holes online. $20 and any man, anywhere can use your holes whenever he wants. It felt like easy money, you could just delete the account after you made enough.

But it got a little out of hand, hundreds of men using you, all day everyday. You can barely make it out of bed. Brushing your teeth in the morning while your ass is being stretched. Trying to eat breakfast but men won't stop fucking your throat long enough. You Definitely can't leave the house. You've tried.

You didn't trust yourself to drive so you took the bus. Big mistake. Somehow you made it to the bus stop with minimal interruptions, only one subscriber, fucking your dripping cunt, hard and fast. Making you grab onto a nearby tree for support as your legs shook. That should have been your first sign to just go him. But you're too stubborn for that.

Thankfully he came quick, leaving you to collect yourself and finish your walk. The bus, however, was another story. You were just sitting down when you felt a massive cock pushing into your ass, stretching you more than you've ever been stretched before. Making you tense and cry out before quickly covering your mouth, the other passengers turning to look at you. Your face turns bright red from the embarrassment of being used like this in front of all these strangers, even if they have no idea whats happening. The cock in your ass picks up the pace, the pain almost unbearable. Making you regret selecting anal as on option in the first place. You hated anal, but the site said it would boost sales. Anyway its far too late to take it back now.

You're shaking uncontrollably at his unrelenting pace, doing your best to stay silent, trying not to attract more attention, unsuccessfully. You turn towards the window, still feeling eyes on you as the bus starts moving. Trapping you here, completely helpless to stop it, or hide yourself. Suddenly another cock enters your neglected pussy, shorter but equally thick. Making your eyes roll back as his fat head rubs against your g spot. The humiliation of it all is enough to make you cry. You can't help but moan through your fingers under the assault, feeling that pressure build as the torture goes on, and desperately trying to fight it. Hoping maybe they'll be fast like the last one. Of course you wouldn't be that lucky, though. Cock number 2 speeds up, chasing his release while the one in your ass fucks you at his steady, rhythmic pace. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. You can't hold it back anymore, you feel yourself tense, squinting all over yourself with a sob. Soiling your light blue jeans with a large, noticeable wet spot. Utterly humiliated, and it's not even over. Cock #2 cums almost immediately after you, just to be replaced by another. You don't get a break for over an hour, missing your stop and forgetting why you even left in the first place.

Good luck getting home

[intoxicating-goddess]

The dream 🤤

[intoxicating-goddess]

I don't know what I want more, to wear it or ride it 😍😈

[intoxicating-goddess]

I want you to cry out my name over and over until it is the only word you know... until I am the only God you know

[mascxdaddy]

when you're fucking them so well they forget how to kiss and just pant and moan into your mouth >>

[intoxicating-goddess]

I live for this 🥵😈

[intoxicating-goddess]

You seem fucking perfect

I just wanna hit a fat dab then then kiss you is that wrong?

Wrong in all the right ways 😘💋

[intoxicating-goddess]

I don't just want to eat you out. I want to lap up your juices like your pussy is my last meal. I want to devour you. I want to consume you entirely. Please let me taste you, I am so very hungry 🫦

[intoxicating-goddess]

Nothing turns me on more than the fact that you want it. I know you want it. Even when you pretend you don't. Those shy hips that pull away from me. Where do you think you're going? I know what you want. What you need. All you have to do is let me give it to you.

[remiratboi]

Lost Souls Campground - Ricky - Part 1

Masterlist

Coworker!FSuccubsXFatAFAB!G/NReader - Part 1

You escaped your small town and overbearing family with hope of adventure and summer flings, only to find yourself hopelessly in love with your Succubus coworker and roommate. Your new job and new life is amazing, and more than you could have hoped for, but you cant shake your feelings for the intoxicating Ricky.

CW: None yet other than some body image issues. Will update as we go.

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Ricky was ridiculously hot, and she was well aware of it. You watched her flirt from the corner of your eye. She pulled in a majority of the tips, but she always split them 50/50 with you. You’d tried to turn it down but she was… persistent. 

You heard the glaringly obvious fake laughter rise from where she stood, talking to some old man. He had eyed her up and licked his lips when he first walked into the tiny little liquor store you both worked at. Choruses of “Oh you!” And “Stop, you’re making me blush!” preceded the deft pocketing of a much too large bill as he promised he’d be back soon. He looked at her over his shoulder twice as he walked away. 

“Didn’t even bother to take off the wedding ring.” Ricky groaned and made a gagging noise while pointing at the back of her throat. You giggled and she winked at you before turning to greet the next customer as they walked in. You ducked your head to avoid her seeing the blush that rose on your cheeks. 

Everything Ricky did made you blush. You had thought this summer would be full of adventures, and meeting new people! Maybe you’d finally find a guy to get your mom off your back. But instead, here you are, in love with your hot, succubus roommate and coworker. 

The first day you’d arrived, in early march, you’d been shown around, and given a tour before being  brought to the tiny room you’d be living in until early November. It was one of 4 rooms in the same small building. It had the liquor store, a stock room, a bathroom, and your room. The liquor store was one of the few seasonal businesses at Lost Souls Campground. Most operated year round for long term guests, permanent residents, snowbirds and the large group of people who lived and worked at Lost Souls. 

You had seen the listing when scrolling through an employment site instead of working, while at your previous, horrible office job. It sounded adventurous and exciting. You’d never been to the Moonlight Realm, and came from a pretty small town with very few monsters. A thrill ran up your spine at the prospect of dropping everything to run away for the better part of a year. You were pretty young, early twenties, what did you have to lose?

Apparently your sanity. When Booker, the handsome werewolf lifeguard who’d shown you around, introduced you to Ricky, you knew you were screwed. She was gorgeous. Her skin was light purple, her grey tipped horns jutted from her hairline just a couple inches high. She had long, straight black hair that fell like silk around her slender neck. You honestly couldn’t even think about her body much without short circuiting. You’d known for a while “straight” didn’t fit you, but you never knew just how gay you were until you met Ricky. 

She was lounging on one of two single beds in the small space. She smiled up at Booker and pushed one side of her pink headphones off of her ear. 

“Fresh meat? I wasn’t even hungry!” She spoke with feigned seriousness. You would have laughed if you hadn’t been trying to remember how to breathe. 

“Don’t fuck this one, ok Ricky? Rain doesn’t need a repeat of last year, right. You’re on thin ice, she won’t have you back again if you keep chasing roommates away.” Booker stabbed a finger towards the now pouting succubus. “Can you take them to Rain at around 12? My shift starts soon.” Booker smiled at you and patted your shoulder as he walked away, not waiting for a response. 

You stood in the doorway, gripping your pillow and suitcase handle. Don’t fuck this one. You tried not to think about that. 

The girl jumped up off her bed and pulled the headphones down to rest on her neck. 

“Ricky, if that wasn’t clear.” She smiled at you. “Don’t listen to Booker, he’s just basically Rain's attack dog.” She giggled. It made your heart skip a beat. “I made the apparently horrible mistake of dating my roommate last year, and…” Ricky trailed off. “Well, she left practically in the middle of the night, with no notice, and no replacement. It wasn’t great.” You nodded. You were barely even listening. 

“But I know that won’t be a problem this year!” She bounced on her feet before reaching out to take both of your hands in hers. It was kind of awkward while trying not to drop your pillow. “We are going to be best friends, I just know it! And I was at Under the Moonshine last year too, so I’ll show you everything.” She smiled broadly. 

You pushed down the uneasy feeling in your stomach that told you not to trust her. Girls like her and people like you didn’t match. She was beautiful and charismatic. She could clearly charm her way through most situations. But that also normally lead to lies and fake love. You were quiet, reserved, you liked to think things through before speaking. You hated being the centre of attention, and people like Ricky lived in the spotlight.  

“Uh, Under the Moonshine?” You asked quietly, your voice sounding hoarse. If she noticed, she didn’t acknowledge it. 

“That’s the name of the Liquor store. A lot of Lost Souls is themed. Moonlight Realm, Lost Souls, lots of spooky names and vibes.” She smiled. “Since you’re living here with me, that means you’ve been assigned to work the at the liquor store. On weekdays at least. People rotate through the weekend shifts. But it will be just you and me, every weekday, all day long.” She looked much too happy about that. You fidgeted, her hands still holding yours. 

“Oh, sorry, got excited.” She gave you a coy look and dropped her hands. “Throw your stuff on the bed, and let’s go take a look around!”

You moved to do so. “Booker already gave me the tour.” 

Ricky sighed dramatically. “Booker gave you the official tour.” You looked over your shoulder at her. She bounced up and down as she waited for you. “I’ll be giving you the good tour. All the secrets and special things us regulars know about.” You pulled a change of clothes out of your bag and went to take off your travel clothes. You’d been wearing them for almost 2 days at this point. The trip from your hometown all the way to the pocket universe known as the Moonlight Realm, and then to Lost Souls was a long one. 

“I… uh… I need to change.” You sputtered awkwardly. 

Ricky waved you off. “Oh it’s fine, we are both girls, right? Go ahead.” You shook your head. 

“I’m… well I don’t know what I am, but I’m not a girl.” Ricky’s eyebrows raised. “I’m just a little self conscious I guess.” You continued. The words sounding stunted. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” Ricky’s face blanched as she understood. “Your boundaries are valid, of course, I’ll meet you outside.” She smiled more shyly than before, clearly worried she’d upset you, and stepped out. She shut the door softly behind her. 

You groaned and slumped onto the bed. That went horribly. 

After you changed, Ricky did indeed take you on the good tour. She showed you the best place to hide from Rain when she was “on one of her tirades”, the best hidden swimming spot that guests didn’t know about, the highest lookout on the cliffs nearby where you could watch the sunset or sunrise. Ricky said it was beautiful. You hadn’t expected her to have depth. You felt a bit ashamed when you considered that. 

Ricky was significantly less shallow than you’d expected. In your tiny town you hadn’t heard much about succubi except the stereotypes. Fake, shallow, twofaced, and horny as fuck. You didn’t know about the horny part, and what Booker had said made you think it was probably true, but Ricky didn’t seem to be any of the other stereotypes. She was sweet to people you walked by, she was attentive to you, aside from the whole changing debacle, and she was surprisingly funny. She had you ugly laughing at least two different times that day.

You had arrived on Sunday morning, and didn’t start work until the next day. That gave you some good time to settle in, meet people and explore. Your meeting with Rain went as expected. You filled out paperwork while Ricky teased you both. You weren’t sure why she hung around. You were confident she could have dropped you off and left. But she stayed the whole two hours. 

Rain was a middle aged harpy who ran the entire campground with her partner, Mallakai. She handled the people side, and Mallakai handle the business side. At least that’s how she explained it. She was in charge of every staffing aspect, customer service, etc., the people facing things.  Mallakai ran the background. The marketing, the payroll, budgeting, legal, and more. It was owned by someone else, but you didn’t remember their name.

After you were done with Rain, Rickey asked what you wanted to do. 

“You don’t have to take care of me all day. I’m sure you have better things to do.” You said. You walked next to each other towards your room. You watched the ground as you spoke. 

“Better than hanging out with a cool, cutie?” She giggled, the sound like beautiful, tinkling bells. Ricky pretended to punch your shoulder. “Or are you just trying to get rid of me?” She emphasised ‘you’ and ‘me’. Your thoughts felt like they were swimming through molasses. 

Cutie?! 

“No, no, I mean, I just don’t want to be a burden.” You tried to sound less pathetic than you felt. You didn’t think it worked all that well. 

“Baby, I’m having a great time. If you’d like space, I totally get that, it’s a big day for you.” Ricky spoke from beside you. “But if you wanna keep hanging out, I don’t know about you, I’m starving. Wanna get some food?” 

You glanced up at her to find she was smiling at you. It hit you like a truck how dazzling she was. Your cheeks heated quicker than you could duck your head. She coughed. Was that pointed?

“Uh, yeah. I could eat.” You managed.

[spookshowbabyprincess]

I want to be forced to get super high before being taken out in public, wearing a short, tight dress. He pushes an edible between my lips before we go into the dark bar. He sits next to me at the table so his friends can sit across from us. Periodically he'll slip his fingers between my thighs and tease my already dripping wet slit, while his friend talks to me about something I can't quite grasp. His friend will make a joke about what a braindead little slut I am, and they'll all laugh, while my man says they haven't seen anything yet and slides two fingers inside of me without warning. I can't help but moan at the feeling, and the conversation shifts to all three men quietly degrading me in the back corner of this dark bar while I try not to be too loud. One of his friends pushes my legs apart with his knees under the table, keeping them spread wide. The waitress comes by and brings us shots that I don't remember anyone ordering, and all four are held up to my mouth to drink, those two fingers still slowly sliding in and out of me, making me unable to focus on anything but being the good little fucked up whore I am. He asks if his friends want to give me a try, everyone should feel how tight my wet little hole is at least once. "Come sit over here, princess," one of them says, pulling his chair out and patting his lap. I can see his bulge through his pants and as I get up to stumble over, he pulls his cock out for me to sit on. He covers my mouth as he slides deep inside me, bouncing just slightly to keep me overstimulated. He can feel my little cunt tighten and twitch around his size, and says to me "aww, is the little whore going to cum already? If you cum now, the three of us are going to take that as a sign to use your worthless holes all night, is that what you want you little cumdumpster?" He thrusts a little harder and I can't help but cum all over his big cock, flushing scarlet red but so high all I can feel is the pleasure.

"well boys, you know what that means."

[intoxicating-goddess]

Omg 😍😍😍