you’re his little cock-warmer, his sweet dick coozie. when you’re exhausted after work, he crawls into bed behind you, takes your ass firmly in his claws and slides inside you. he asks you about your day, drool dripping from his fangs as he stays there, rooted. you can only utter one-word answers as he seeks out your most tender spot. he stays that way, filling you to the brim until your soft climax takes you. then he can’t hold back any longer, and he fucks you on your hands and knees until you’re screaming. after he bursts inside you, he stays lodged there, curled around your body even as you fall asleep.
waking up in the night to a ghost fucking you into your own mattress. having caught you face down, it has spread your legs open and lifted your hips up to better find and hit the spot that makes you pliable and its job easy for it. you can't see it, even if you could look back. you can only feel its weight on your back, its grip around your wrists, and the rhythmic stretching of your own hole, as it slips in and out and rubs against your walls the way that makes your eyes roll back and your breath catch in your throat, and all you can do - all you want to do - is to just lie there and take it, intrigued by just how many times you can cum around that ghost cock
having had it's way with you so easily once, the ghost returns as soon as you've actively stopped waiting for it to reappear. it can't have you lying awake and ready now, can it. this time, however, it wants you to see it - or whatever there is to see about it at least... when you eventually moan yourself awake and find you're being stuffed full in your sleep again, you're on your back, legs spread open with the knees hiked up and hooked around nothing. there's a vague warm pressure against the back of your thighs and the feeling of a vice grip around your wrists pinned up above your head. but most remarkably, not only are you feeling the now familiar, hot rhythmic stretching of your hole that is seemingly clenching around nothing but clearly being thrust into, but you can also see the accompanying bulging motion of your abdomen making way and giving its own meaning to the size of the otherwise invisible entity that's currently busy splitting you open and rearranging your guts. the push and pull at your entrance feel incredible, the grounding weight pinning you down intoxicating, but the unbelievable sight of the massive disembodied cock moving inside you is what does you in, and you're cumming in jolts that last long after you're left alone and empty in silence again
I know it’s dangerous to walk through a poorly lit public park at three AM, but after two nights shattered by strange, unearthly howls I can’t keep my curiosity at bay any longer. I’ve always loved animals, and I’ve never heard anything like this before. I’m not too worried - the biggest creatures around here are deer, and the industrial flashlight I wield should make a decent weapon against human predators.
That musical howl pierces the night again and I veer towards the sound, picking my way through the dense brush and cursing my choice of shoes. The forest is so dense none of the full moon’s light shines through the canopy, leaving the floor in an impenetrable darkness. Even my flashlight doesn’t seem to help.
I crash through the woods in the general direction of the howl, but there’s no sign of any strange animals. There’s no sign of any animals, actually. No night birds sing, no crickets chirp. Even the wind through the leaves seems to have gone silent. The back of my neck prickles as if there are eyes on me, inexplicable terror freezing my blood in my veins.
The howl rips through the darkness like a tangible thing, echoing between the trees until it seems as if it’s coming from every direction at once. It’s closer now. Far too close.
I take off in a random direction like a startled rabbit, wild and thoughtless with animal terror. I don’t think about which way the path is, or the nearby highway. All I care about is getting away from what I can feel in my bones is a dangerous thing.
I don’t make it far before I hear footsteps behind me. Pounding, heavy steps, like whatever hunts me is taking massive bounding strides. Whatever it is must be huge, far bigger than any buck. I push myself to run harder, stumbling in my panic, but the creature grows closer by the second.
I hear it’s labored panting a moment before a crushing weight hits me from behind, forcing the breath from my lungs. My flashlight flies from my hand and into the dense brush, shrouding the trees in darkness. Suddenly I’m wheezing into the dirt, crushed to the earth by something heavy and hot and covered in thick fur. I can feel powerful muscles rippling against my back when it moves against me.
The monster shoves a wet nose against my neck, breathing heavily against my skin and inducing a shiver despite myself. A long, hot tongue swipes over me, followed by a growling groan. I’m too stunned to move, quivering in fear as I wait for this thing to devour me.
But the creature does no such thing. Instead it - or, he, as is quickly made abundantly clear - presses me more firmly into the ground with his hips, and I feel something hard and throbbing against my ass. The creature growls again, and I can feel the vibration of it against my spine. He pushes into me rhythmically, rutting against me, and a new terror floods through me.
I begin to struggle again with renewed desperation, clawing at the damp forest floor to drag myself out from under this beast. The only thing worse than being killed by him was being fucked by him, surely. He huffs in annoyance - a strangely human sound - and an impossibly strong arm matted with fur is shoved under my chest, holding me firmly against him. A giant hand paws roughly down my side, curved claws catching in the fabric and tearing it away as if it were paper.
He only seems to grow more excited when I’m exposed to the chill night air. I’m both shocked and ashamed to feel wetness cooling between my legs. The monster’s insistent humping grows more frantic, his throbbing cock slipping between my cheeks and rubbing over my pussy as he tries to line himself up with my dripping hole. I thrash beneath his weight, desperate to get away before he can ruin me. In response, hot breath washes over the back of my neck. Long, sharp teeth clamp gently around my throat, just hard enough to dent the flesh. I stop struggling immediately, the message clear.
The head of the creature’s cock pokes at my entrance and I can’t muffle my gasp. It’s so hot, so big, I can feel just the tip stretching me. He gives me no time to fall back into fear, shoving into me as deep as he can manage with a satisfied groan that rattles the teeth against my neck. I cry out, afraid I’ll be split in two. It’s far bigger than anything I’ve ever taken. I’ve never felt so utterly full before.
The monster pumps into me at a steady pace, the hand wrapped around my chest cupping my belly instead, pulling my hips more firmly into every thrust until I’m sure the head must be in my womb. His grunts and the wet sounds of his cock pounding into me fill my ears, his jaws flexing around my throat. I’m ashamed to feel arousal dripping down my thighs, familiar heat growing in my stomach despite the ache of being stretched so completely. How could this be turning me on?
I don’t know how long he fucks me into the dirt. I stop caring after awhile, unable to focus on anything but the constant, powerful in-and-out of his cock, the heat and weight of him keeping me exactly where he wants me. I can’t keep my choked moans hidden anymore, new sounds pushed from my lips every time he bottoms out. The pleasure keeps growing, the pain gone entirely as my body molds itself to this unknown monster’s cock. My thighs begin to quiver with the ecstasy of it, stomach tightening under his claws and pussy fluttering around his throbbing dick.
The creature’s thrusts increase their speed, the movement of his hips becoming jagged and fevered. His fangs, still clamped around my neck, tighten enough to draw blood. His grip tightens until my bones creak beneath the strain. My moans are more like sobs now, my fingers clawing into the dirt. I’m dimly aware of the beast pushing into me one final time, of his hips grinding hard against my ass, of the long, satisfied growl that rumbles in his chest, as I’m finally forced into orgasm.
I shudder helplessly in his iron grip as my entire body clenches almost painfully, my pussy contracting violently around his cock. Scalding heat floods my belly, rope after burning rope of it stuffing me impossibly fuller with every powerful throb. His dick seems to grow somehow larger as he cums, and the renewed ache only makes me spasm harder.
After long moments of grunting and twitching and writhing we both melt into the forest floor, spent. He’s still rutting into me, gently now, his cock twitching and somehow still hard. I try again, weakly, to drag myself away from him and quickly find that I can’t - his dick really did get bigger, lodged inside me for as long as he’s erect with a seal so tight not a drop of his cum has leaked out. I can only hope one round is enough for this thing.
I sag beneath him with a defeated whimper, mewling pathetically when the sound makes him push into me a little harder. It’s going to be a long night…
wouldn't it feel so nice to be sleepy and drifty and be fucked with a thick knotted dildo? held down nice and heavy by a hand on your lower back, moaning and squirming a little as you're slowly, slowly stretched to take it. so full when it finally pops into your cunt. and then the sweet stretching pressure as the knot is slipped out of you, and fucked back in, and again and again, your legs spread and your face in the pillow and your cunt swollen and drippy and stuffed. falling asleep all full and waking up to a sore stretched pussy reminding you what you're made for
The thing about knots is once you feel them swell its already too late. You can't pull them out. No amount of panic will help, even if you're not on birth control, even if you're in your most fertile time. Once it starts to swell it locks in you and you will be loaded with cum; you will become pregnant. It doesn't matter if it was on purpose or if you were just fooling around, once the knot swells you'll have at least half an hour full of cum with a cock tied in your pussy to think about it, to think about how you'll look pregnant, to feel them cumming again and again since you're tied and they can't help it. They can't stop cumming once they're tied, its only natural for them. Even if you didn't want to be knocked up, you are now.
I’m using your pussy to edge myself while we cuddle under a blanket on the couch watching TV. We’re both just loosely paying attention while I slowly slide my cock in and out of you. Sometimes stopping just to let it twitch and pulse while it’s fully inside you. I have no intention of cumming any time soon. I just want to feel your pussy around my cock and see how you react to it.
I’m tracing my fingers across your skin and grabbing at your hips and thighs as I slowly fill you up over and over again. Your pussy is so warm around my cock. I can’t get enough of it. I just want more. I want to stay inside of you. Just edging. Just enjoying how good your pussy feels around my cock. I could cum at any moment, but I just love how this feels, how wet you sound as I slide into you, how you moan as I fill you up. I just love feeling this close to you, and I'm not at all ready to fill you with cum just yet.
We both barely know what’s going on in the show anymore. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is how good this feels. How much I crave you and your pussy. How much I want to fill you with cum, but also how much I just want to keep enjoying this. Just bringing myself right up to the edge again and again but never going over it.
You reach your hand down between your legs and start rubbing your clit as I fuck you. But you’re not trying to edge yourself. No, you want to cum. You want to cum all over my cock and make me cum with you. You know I will. You know I can’t hold back when your pussy is constricting around my cock and you’re squirming around so vigorously. You know I’m going to fill you with cum. And you want it. You want to be full. You want every last drop in your pussy.
You rub your clit very slowly at first. Slow enough that I think you're just edging yourself with me. I love when you do that. I love watching you make yourself feel even better. But then you start rubbing your clit a little faster—a little harder—like you're trying to build yourself up to cum. And I notice. “Fuck babe, I see what you’re doing. You know that’s going to push me over the edge right?” You just moan back at me and keep rubbing your clit. Not letting up. Just getting yourself more and more worked up. Closer and closer to that edge.
“Fuck, okay baby. Do it. Cum all over my cock. I need to feel it. I need to feel you cum,” I say as I wrap my fingers around your neck and look you straight in the eyes, “cum for me.” I watch as your body starts to contort and shake. "Mmmm, yes babe. Fuuuck. Cum all over it." You grab my forearm with both hands and just hold on as an orgasm washes over your entire body. Your pussy gets so tight around my cock as you shake and squirm on it that I just can't hold back any longer. I can't stop myself from filling you with cum. I let out a long and deep moan as I lose control of my body and cum starts pouring out of my cock inside of you. I can hardly even hold your neck anymore. I just wrap my arms around you and hold tightly as the orgasm courses through my body, making me shake and squirm and moan with you. "Mmm, I fucking love cumming with you like that."
Eventually we calm down and our breathing returns to normal, but I never pull my cock out of you. I just leave it inside. Still moving it ever so slightly. Just to keep it hard. Just to keep it inside you. Just to keep feeling you. I’m not done with you yet.
cw breeding, monsterfucking, knots, 20+ only — 19 and under dni
how he takes his time to stretch you out with his fingers before he’ll fuck you, not wanting to see you get hurt from trying to take all of him too soon. only sliding into you after he’s made a mess of your juices between your thighs. and he just can’t stop himself from nuzzling at your neck, nipping at your skin to feel you clamp down on him. feeling him speed up and thrust into you harder as your insides become molded to his shape, moaning and squealing under him.
he lets you know when his knot is getting bigger so you can prepare to feel it all, but really nothing could’ve prepared you for the sensation of it popping past your tight hole. the pressure and resistance that keeps him inside of you, the way he has to grind down into you since he can’t pull out anymore. finally tightening around him as you cum, sending him over the edge with you, and everything just feels so warm. if you thought you were full from just his cock, it’s nothing compared to all of the cum he’s pumping into you. and that perfect knot holding all of it in place, anchoring him to you so he can raise your hips and send all of his seed straight to to your womb ❤️
omg now that person has got me back in my ghost era
imagine you’re playing with yourself in front of a mirror and then suddenly something invisible grabs you. your legs are yanked apart and long story short, it makes you watch how your pussy gapes and drools around the ghost’s massive cock.
Kinky invasion
Ghost x ghost x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, size kink, sharing is caring
You know it’s not very lady-like to be playing with yourself in front of the mirror. You are pretty sure there’s some kind of sin related to this one, probably lust or gluttony or something, because you can’t stop staring at your hot center parting for the glass dildo you are using in yourself.
You know it’s filthy, but the thought of somebody watching you the way you are watching yourself makes you gush around the dildo and makes your stomach contract as you get closer and closer to the edge. You see a shadow behind you, and you think it’s a trick of the light, too focused on your pleasure to mind whatever the fuck the bright light is.
But not two seconds later, you feel a caress in the inside of your thigh, and when you look down it feels like there’s something there, as if the air is somewhat distorted around your thigh. But like the perverted girl you are, you open your legs a bit further, fucking your pussy harder as you throw your head back and moan. You feel another light touch, this time to your side. And another on your back. And another against your naked breasts.
“What the-?”
You don’t finish the question before the air around you gets electrified, hands appearing out of nowhere and holding your legs far apart. Two more hands holding yours behind your back as you watch your dildo being pulled out of you in a rush. You don’t have time to react before there’s something big pressing inside of you.
Across you, there’s nothing in the mirror, but you can’t fight against the restrains as a dick as big as you’ve ever felt, as big as your biggest dildo, gets pushed inside of you and you are fucked within an inch of your life. The pace is punishing, and the sight before you is more than obscene, is almost sinful as your pussy is fucked open over and over. You can see your pink insides as the ghostly cock destroys your pussy.
And when you open your mouth to scream, you feel the tip of another one being pushed down your throat. They aren’t careful, they aren’t soft, they fuck you with everything they have and a bit more as you sit there, completely overwhelmed by pleasure as two ghosts have their way with you.
By the time you come, they are fucking you like machines, your throat feels raw and your pussy is gushing juices out of you with each thrust. They aren’t looking for your pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you from coming either way.
You feel the air crackling with more energy, literal sparks flying around you as you feel the dick in your mouth throb as it releases in the back of your throat, his hands releasing your arms as they grab your head and push you against his invisible groin so they empty himself as far as possible. You observe how your mouth is obscenely open, your drool dripping around the edges of your lips and warm come filling your throat until you are coughing and he’s pulling back.
But they aren’t done.
The one between your legs grabs forcefully your hips. He’s so rough you can see the imprints of ghostly hands against your love-handles as they bury themselves hard enough to hit your cervix and they fill you up to the brim. You watch mesmerized how the come drips down around his dick, lining his shape before he releases you completely.
You stare into the mirror as come drips from your chin and pussy, and wonder how can you make that happen again.
Something about a feral not quite sapient werewolf really does it for me. Can't even talk to you, doesn't think, only knows: "Pussy makes knot feel so good" so he just humps and humps and whines and keens, hoping the burning ache in his cock will end. He's an animal hunting for pleasure
tw: heavy dub-con
Imagine finding a werewolf in the woods. You are just walking around, trying to get some fresh air after being inside for too long. You hear him before you see him, your whole body tensing while you try to process exactly what the sound is. The whining and the tiny grunts sound like a wounded animal, and your heart is just too big not to try to find it.
You find the werewolf trapped between two big trees, his body struggling against some kind of trap that probably some hunters set up. He's struggling, his whole body tense when he whines. Poor thing can't escape the ropes, but when you approach, you realize that's not why he's struggling so much. His hands are trapped above his head, and his dick is so hard and leaking so profusely there's a tiny puddle under him. You approach carefully, talking softly to him.
The second your smell hits his nose, you know you are in trouble. The roar that escapes his throat is nothing but a predator alerting his prey. You only have time to gasp before the ropes around him give up and he jumps to the ground. You turn around in a rush, determined to run away, but you don't have time for that. You don't have time for anything before his big body collides with yours.
Your body propells forward, but his big hand catches your head before you hit the ground. His body covers yours completely, so big and warm and relentless in his way to pull on your clothes. You try to soothe him with little shushing sounds, but with each movement it's clearer and clearer that what he wants to do to you, the reminder of his hard leaking dick pressing against your lower back while he ruts into your body.
You try to act proper, but the movement and his whimpering and groaning are doing something for you. Your body is heating, your pussy is clenching, and to your embarrassment... you want him. You open your legs a bit, and he falls between them, his dick finally positioned close to your pussy. You arch your back as much as you can, offering yoruself to him. That only makes him more feral, his roar shaking the trees around you when his claws finally rip the last piece of clothes off your body, the tip of his dick connecting with your core.
He doesn't wait for a word, he plunges forward while you let out a silent scream that turns into broken vowels and half-yips while he pounds into you with the whole force of his body. It's intoxicating, brain-melting, and you can barely contain the pleasure that mixes with a hint of pain. He's rutting into you like a desperate creature, mumbling words that make no sense, but not stopping for even a second.
Much to your humiliation, you come on the werewolf dick, screaming at the top of your lungs as your body seizes around him. His responding roar is accompanied by a feeling of fullness, your pussy stretching so widely you can barely breathe when his knot expands inside of you completely. You stop thinking, the only feeling is the one of your pussy clenching over his knot, of the fullness of him inside of you. And meanwhile, he comes and comes and comes, the only sounds out of his mouth are broken words, something about "knot", something about "pussy", something about "mate".
Imagine not realizing something has a knot until you start feeling it bash against your hole as it fattens up with their nearing climax. Saying, “Wait, wait, wait!” as their thrusts get noticeably harder before it’s forced inside, leaving you to suddenly grapple with the big stretch and taking an entire load raw.
How you made it out so far in the woods, you didn’t know. Only that it’s cold, and you’re wearing next to nothing. Standing barefoot on soft ground, the thing stares down at you, several feet away, and several heads taller than you— there’s nowhere to run, even if you could get your legs to move.
It’s huffing, panting, taking heavy steps towards you. Licking over sharp teeth with a long tongue as it grabs you up.
Something in your brain snaps you back to reality— broken out of the frozen state you found yourself, panic overwhelms you.
Fighting is useless. It pins you to the ground with ease, ripping what little clothing you have left, straight off your body. The beast lays itself over you, sending waves of its hot breath over your neck, it begins to rut against you. Something small, soft, and sticky rutting against your ass, it’s brainless humping pushing you further into the ground.
It feels so small when it starts to get hard— for a moment, a little bit of relief settles inside you. At the very least, as it’s pushing into you, the stretch is easy to accommodate.
It doesn’t make sense, though— such a large beast having such a tiny cock.
That’s when you feel it. The way the tiny hard cock pulses inside you. Swelling, expanding, filling you up. As it grew inside you, it oozed something warm and sticky, slicking the way. It grunted, feral chitters and growls filling the quiet forest opening. The sloppy sound of it thrusting into you, the squelch of goo being driven from your hole as it continued to fuck more into it.
The sounds became more wild, the humping unhinged— caging you down against the ground, it seemed to drool as it drove its heavy, massive cock into you. Continuing to expand, slowly stretching you with every thrust.
When it cums, it buries itself completely inside you, ignoring your sobs and begging. It’s muscly body shudders. Pumping you so full, it bulges your tummy.
You must have done something right, because it lets it’s knot pop inside you. Sealing you on it’s cock, it uses two of its arms to collect you up out of the dirt, keeping you secure against its chest, it carries you to its nest. It’s found it’s new wet hole to breed for the season, and is content keeping you tucked far away from the rest of the world. The perfect little warm body to carry it’s young.
Werewolf who you have to pay a ‘toll’ to every time you need to cross the clearing in the woods to get to your grandma’s house.
How do you do that?
Simple- you have to let him breed you. A brutal, possessive claim every time you cross his woods.
His hot breath washes over your skin, his claws flexing with anticipation. You know what's expected of you, and the thought of submitting to such a dominant creature sends shivers down your spine.
With a low, rumbling growl, he pins you on the ground on all fours, lifting your skirts and ripping off your undergarments to reveal your hole already clenching in anticipation for him.
No words are spoken during these 'payments', only his growls and the wet squelching of both your juices.
His cock rubs on the curve of your ass and then on your hole. His cock is throbbing as his precum coats your flushed skin, his mouth drooling saliva from its fangs as he sniffs your delicious arousal. So warm, so fertile, he growls in satisfaction.
Your screams echoes through the forest as the werewolf's enormous cock stretches you wide open, burying itself to the hilt inside you. He begins to rut into you with savagely, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust, claws digging into your skin, leaving deep gouges as it holds you down and pounds into you relentlessly.
Pain and pleasure blend together in a dizzying mix as he claims you, marking you as its own. But despite the agony, a dark, an insatiable part of you revels in being taken so brutally, so thoroughly dominated by him.
You're being used like a toy, a mere vessel for its base urges. And you look forward to it every single time.
You see an ad that pays really nicely to help with a farms breeding program. No skills were nesscary, you just had to turn up, lend a hand and you'd be be paid for each load that takes.
Easy money you think. Help a couple of horses or sheep copulate with some other horses and sheep and you would be paid enough to pay rent for the next year.
So imagine your surprise when you arrive at the farm only to be told to strip down and cleaned throughly, which you assumed maybe they just really needed santized hands working in the enviroment.
You only knew something was wrong when you were asked to take a pill and you did so without question, only to start feeling a little dizzy. Your pussy starting to feel a little hot as you could feel yourself starting to drip.
You were heaved on to some kind of mount, your arms and legs spread and tied, for your 'safety.'
It was only when the large bull like minotaur with large horns and the biggest cock you've ever seen, already slightly erect and twitching was brought out, that you realized YOU were the breeding program.
The pill they gave you was a relaxant of some kind, that made you all nice and slick to take this beasts length. Your pussy already twitching in excitment as you watched his large cock swing as he walked towards you.
You felt his hands on your ass, squeezing you before he leaned over, his back pressing to yours, weighing you down slightly before he slowly starts to push his cock into your tight hole.
You let out a moan and squeeze around him, causing him to huff and nuzzle the back of your neck.
"That's it, good girl..." Oh hearing that makes your walls practically flutter around his dick as he starts to thrust in and out slowly at first.
His pace eventually quickens though, slamming into you hard enough you could feel the mount moving under you, creaking under the pressure as he ruthlessly used you like his fleshlight.
And then you'd feel your womb get full as his hot load spills out inside of you.
He stays in you for a while, making sure his load is nice and snug in you before he pulls out, your pussy twitching as you feel his load leak out and down your legs.
Your mind was hazed, you were groaning and felt amazing. And you couldn't wait to get paid.
You asked to get untied and the minotaur looks confused for a moment before shaking his head.
"Oh didn't they tell you? They gotta make sure you're defiently going to have a calf."
As he says that you see the door swing open, another minotaur standing at the door, his dick already fully erect and twitching with eagerness. He had been riled up from hearing your moans and he needed you now.
Just behind him you could see a line of them, all waiting there turn with your pussy as they fondled themselves.
You were almost asleep, the train home took too long and you worked a double shift. You could barely keep your eyes open as you (finally) sat down. There were only two other people in the train, and you didn't mind them as you pushed your legs up on the seat in front of you and made yourself comfortable. You were thinking about taking a nap when you felt it.
At first, you thought it was just a weird contraction of your muscles, tired after all day working. You moved a bit and tried to fall asleep again. But then you felt it again.
A soft caress against the inside of your leg, it felt like a hand. You looked down, but there was nothing there. Your skirt rode up at the bottom, like something was pushing it up. You slapped it down again. The hair at the back of your neck standing up as a shiver ran down your back. You couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. Something was there. You looked at the other two passengers, but they were looking at their phones, nobody paying you attention. An awful feeling ran through you.
The profound dread that filled you made you anxious as you tried, and failed, to get up. There was some kind of force holding you down, your legs felt too heavy, extended on the seat in front of you. Your arms too tired to get them up. You started to panic, something primal inside of you wanting you to run, to scream. You couldn’t, as you opened your mouth to do just that, something fell over it. You couldn’t see anything, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t scream.
What the fuck.
Something, someone, was constricting your movements and covering your mouth. You always said you didn’t believe in ghosts, but in that second, all the times you said something about it passes through your mind. Your mind frantically trying to make you run, filled with panic. You tried to scream again, but the thing over your mouth just pushed harder, pressing lightly against your nose and making it hard for you to breathe. You tried to calm down, to take deep breaths. You almost succeeded calming your racing heart.
But you felt it again. A presence at your side, a hand running up and down inside your thigh, pushing your legs apart. You tried to push your knees together as hard as you could. It was no use, whatever force was there kept them open.
You tried to scream, to bite down, but they didn’t move. The hand kept going up and up, your skirt moving up as they got too close. You felt exposed, scared that somebody was going to look at you and see you there, quiet and with your skirt up your hips, your panties showing completely. You tried to move away again as ghostly fingers ran up and down the seam of your panties, you moaned involuntarily. Fuck. It was not the time to get aroused by ghostly hands. It was unnatural, it was wrong. You couldn’t be feeling aroused about it. You didn’t want to be touched. Did you?
You tried to get away again, but failed once more. Sitting still on the train, legs up, open and exposing your most vulnerable parts, panting. You didn't want to, you knew it wasn’t normal to feel like that, but your panties were getting damp, your pussy wet. The presence moved again, something else groping your tits, massaging them like they didn’t care about you, just wanted to feel you pant again. They succeeded. You moaned softly as whatever was there kept groping your boobs. You felt how they pinched your nipples through the fabric of your bra, the moan you let out swallowed by the hand covering your mouth. How many hand did they have? Were they even hands? You couldn’t see anything at all, but you could feel so much. Too much. Your pussy clenched over nothing.
The fingers kept playing with your pussy over your panties, not pressing, not doing more than a light caress. You wanted to scream for them to stop, maybe to keep going. You weren't sure anymore. You wanted them to move. Each second, growing a bit more nervous, a bit desperate. The mixed feeling inside of your brain weren’t nothing compared to the heat soaking your panties.
When the first finger moved your panties and pushed inside, your scream was muffled by a hand. Followed right after with what felt like two fingers getting shoved down your mouth. You gagged over them, but not a heartbeat later you were sucking on them, soaking them and trying to get them as far as you could. You thought you heard a laugh, but there was nothing there. With two fingers down your throat and two fingers up your pussy, you felt like a toy for their pleasure. That shouldn’t make you hot, shouldn’t make more juices run down your thighs. But it did. You felt so hot, so aroused.
They fucked your pussy like a piston as you stood there, unable to move and swallowing against their fingers, trying to muffle the dirty sounds you were making. You looked up at the other two passengers, they were still looking at their phone. Good. You didn’t want them to look. Did you? No, you didn’t. That thought didn’t make your pussy contract against the fingers inside you.
You felt on edge, you were so close but so far. They were hitting all the right places at once, just to move away the next second. They were flicking your clit and rolling it in the most perfect way to have to touch the edge, but never going over it. You wanted to scream. But instead of that, you doubled your efforts sucking the fingers inside your mouth. You were good, you were a good girl who deserved to cum. Weren’t you? You could deep-throat those fingers until the ghost (ghosts?) made you come.
But they kept the torture up. Getting you close and taking it away over and over. A tear fell from your right eye, traveling down your cheek. You tasted the salt of your tears next, flowing freely as you were exposed and played with, unable to fight back, unable to move, unable to come.
The whole trip kept going like that, they got you close just to take it away. Over and over until you were a crying mess, your tears mixing with the saliva running down your mouth as you sucked on their fingers. You were scared that somebody could see you like that, but too desperate to stop. It was fruitless. You were at the mercy of an unknown entity in the middle of a train. You felt dirty. You felt like a filthy girl. And that turned you on beyond belief.
They played with your pussy for what felt like hours, but you know it was only 30 min, the exact time between one stop and the next one. When the next stop was rolling close, they hit that damn place that made you see stars, the fingers inside of you milking the pleasure out of you as the train slowly reduced the speed. You came and came and came, a scream involuntarily leaving your mouth as the presence vanished completely. The fingers inside your pussy gone, the fingers inside your mouth, too. The scream alerted the two other passengers who looked up and rapidly looked down.
You didn’t want to know how you looked, probably a mess. They didn’t look up, but you could see how one of them tried to hide his erection. You tried to pull yourself together, your panties were completely ruined, your face was probably a messy mix of tears and saliva, your shirt as wet as the inside of your thighs. You left the wagon and the dude lifted his eyes, making eye content with you and smirking. The knowing grin on his face made your face flush, embarrassed beyond belief.
A ghost ravished you in a train… and you enjoyed it.
w,,werewolf breeding.......trying to knot my cunt but it's much too shallow for a big beefy werewolf cock......eventually pinning my knees back to my shoulders and slamming it in anyways, no matter how much I shout and cry, and finally managing to force the head past my cervix so you can pop the knot inside me....seated fully while I'm just a moaning begging mess and trapped on your knot, two, maybe three inches of thick cock penetrating my womb...stretching me out two different ways...
