Hi, I’m Zyla, and you can call me anything (regardless of gender) as long as you’re respectful! I love fantasy(+sci-fi), folklore and mythology, so for easier labeling, I put all non-humans under the umbrella term monster.
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Fics + Masterlists
A Promise For Life (rr, m!ogre x afab!reader)
Bedmates (monster under the bed x ftm reader)
Blackthorn — A Study On Common Demonology (m!demon x fem!reader)
Blackthorn — Unholy Trinity (m!vampire x fem!dhampir reader x m!reverse vampire)
Bull Session — Masterlist
Dangerous Delights — draconic monsters masterlist
Dayspring Academy — masterlist
Faefolk — masterlist for fairies and nature spirits
False Knight (fem!reader x alien living armor)
Ghost Bride (m!ghost x ftm reader)
Happy Anniversary (rr, m!incubus x fem!succubus x fem!reader)
Hard Shell, Soft Core (~12 m!gargoyles x afab!reader)
Haunted House (house (it/its) x afab!reader)
Hybrids — Masterlist
Kagome (rr, headless horseman x housewife)
Kagome, It Dawns (rr, headless horseman x (ex-) housewife)
Looks Like Love (gn reader, platonic, SFW)
Minotaur Mania — bovine masterlist
Mirror Beyond The Clouds (mirror yokai x narcissistic fem!reader)
Monster Masterlists — monsters by type
Morella’s Wonder (m!monster x fem!reader)
Morella’s Wonderful Assistant (m!monster x fem!reader)
Naga Girlfriend (rr, fem!naga x fem!reader)
Night of Revelry (m!mahoraga x afab!reader)
Not Your Rapunzel 1/2 (fem!reader with a twist)
Oh Dark Hundred (enenra x male reader)
Orc DILF (m!orc x smol gender neutral elf reader)
Pumpkin Head (pumpkin head x gn!reader, SFW)
Slime Saga — Masterlist
Spindle (alien (homebrew, female he/him nurn, i promise it makes sense!) x fem!reader)
Stargazing (moonlit night x gn reader, SFW)
Stormworthy (rr, fem!harpy x m!reader)
Sweat Angel (m!fallen angel x incubus reader)
Water World — masterlist for water monsters
Who Sows Wind Shall Reap Stroms (m!harpy x fem witch reader)
My laptop broke so this was mostly written on phone. Also, it was originally part of another story, but escalated so much I had to make it its own thing. So it has no plot. Only smut.
And my fingers hurt.
And it’s very hot and my mind’s melting and my thoughts are drifting and — basically I’m taking a break until temperatures cool and (my) morale improves.
Contains: past tense, 12 male gargoyles x afab!reader, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, p in v, anal, fingering, use of tails, gangbang, cum dump, knotting, creampie, belly bulge, big 🍆, lots of 💦, 3.4k words, NSFW & MDNI
Body burning hot from the aphrodisiac and dripping wet from the pouring rain, water sloshing out of your shoes and leaving a trail, you stumbled into the church. The air was cold and the light dim, only illuminating the dusty cobwebs on the old wrought iron sconces and the walls blackened by hundreds of years of incense, candle, and cigarette smoke.
Your legs were weak, so soft you could barely stand, yet you didn’t dare stop.
What if they followed you?
Thoughts swimming as your blood boiled, you forced yourself to continue. You walked through the nave past the pews, didn’t realize when you took a corner, and somehow ended up before a heavy door, made of iron-bound wood. Unable to think of what may lie behind, you pushed it open, crawling up the steep stairs.
When you reached the top after who knew how long, your skin was itching, breasts feeling sore and pussy drooling with arousal. Irritated, you struggled to take off your wet clothes, disliking the way they clung to your body. Then you reached down, the unexpected touch of your own cold fingers making you flinch and whine in frustration.
“Oh my, what do we have here?”
The sudden voice, like stones rubbing against each other, caused you to jump.
“Haha, no need to be afraid…”
And before your wide eyes, a figure stepped out of the shadows, into the pale light painted by raindrops trailing down the big round window behind. A head crowned by horns, bat-like wings sprouting from the back and a flexible tail coiling around the legs, a naked man made of stone bowed down to you.
“It’s just us,” he said as lightning flashed and distant thunder rolled across the sky, the blinding white light revealing more shadows like him, “the guardians of this church.”
Like the sound of falling pebbles, the voices of the gargoyles rang out. They chuckled and whispered, their cocks dangling right before your eyes.
The first gargoyle seemed to notice your gaze, and his voice took on a pitying tone. “Oh no, how did that happen? You’re all… wet!”
You looked at him, close to crying, “Help…”
He exchanged looks with the others, silently exchanging their thoughts, and then smiled and nodded, “Sure.”
“Boss, you first, you first…”
“Go for it!”
“She’s so pretty…”
“I want to go next!”
“No way, go after me!”
“Don’t fight…”
“Well then, don’t mind me~”
With that, the first gargoyle stepped forward and brought you in position. Facing the window with rain running down in rivulets, head down on a hastily dusted off cushion they got from god knew where and ass up, the gargoyle’s tail nudged your knees apart while his hands grabbed your ass cheeks. The cold, heavy touch sent a shiver up your spine, and as his hands spread your flesh, slick dripped from your pussy.
Then a rock teased your entrance. Its small, rounded tip slid up and down between your wet folds, circling around your clit before returning to your hole and slipping in. The deeper it went, the wider it got, until it forced your hole so wide open you whimpered. Afterwards, he quickly pulled out, only to slowly slide back in. Again and again, he sank into you, gradually stretching your pussy and allowing you to take him deeper and deeper.
At this point, you realized he was using his tail to fuck you.
He was preparing you.
His tip grazed your sensitive spot, making you whine and buck your hips. You wanted, no, needed him deeper, faster, rougher.
But just then, the gargoyle pulled out.
“Please…!”
He chuckled, “May I?”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, ah—!”
With one swift stroke, the gargoyle entered your sopping wet pussy with his cold, hard stone cock. Your walls clenched around the tapered tip, bulging mid-section and narrower base, feeling his outline. It was so hard it almost hurt, lacking any give or flexibility, but right then, mind almost blackout drunk on aphrodisiacs, that felt heavenly.
The gargoyle adjusted his grip on your ass, tail wrapping around your waist and dangling down to tease your asshole with its slicked up tip still carrying your temperature, and started thrusting. Slow and steady, he pulled back until his tip was barely still inside you before pushing back in. His slightly rough texture dragging along your walls perfectly soothed the itch you felt there, causing you to moan softly as you relaxed.
A few stone hands reached out to give you more pillows. Then they stroked your back, arms, head and cheeks, one finger even dipping into your mouth to press down on your tongue.
And right then, the gargoyle fucking you slammed into your pussy.
A jolt went through you as he hit a certain spot. Unable to close your mouth, you moaned loudly, and your pussy squelched with every hard plunge into your depths from how wet you were. It made you feel more and more excited, especially with all the other gargoyles watching, your eyes rolling and chest heaving, like an animal in heat.
All you could manage was a pathetic whine before you came. Your pussy fluttered, clearly feeling his canine-like shape and slightly rough texture pressing into your wet, tender walls.
Behind you, the gargoyle sped up. Delicious friction left your abdomen pulsing and your hole dripping, while the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your drenched folds. His stone body was stained by your aphrodisiac-induced heat, seemingly almost melding into your body, and your slick spread over his knot, resulting in an additional wet smacking noise.
When you came the second time, the gargoyle rammed his hard, fist-like knot into your sopping pussy.
You screamed at the sudden sensation of fullness. Your eyes rolled and your walls fluttered, stimulated by his continuous shallow thrusts. His punishing pace left you incoherent and trembling from bliss, his knot pulling on your pussy and stretching you further. And all the while, the other gargoyles were still teasing you, holding your mouth open. Each of your loud and high-pitched gasps, moans and whines was forced out of you, for all to appreciate as you were fucked.
A moment later, the gargoyle grunted. Without warning, thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and were pumped into your depths. It was noticeably warm, with a weight and consistency to it that reminded you of mortar.
Unable to control yourself, another orgasm rolled over you. Your pussy clenched around the stone knot, fluttering so hard your abdomen hurt a little.
The gargoyle patted your ass reddened by his vice grip with a chuckle and pulled out. He had fucked you so well his knot popped out with ease, leaving your hole gaping and slowly dripping slick. Its sight drew some chuckles and other sounds from the surrounding gargoyles. From the corner of your eye, vision blurred by the raging aphrodisiac and recent tears of bliss, you even saw a few rubbing their cocks.
Seeing them, you bit down on your lip. The heat in your abdomen that had just calmed flared up again, making your blood boil with arousal. Sweat dripped down your skin and you felt a little lightheaded, panting and writhing with need.
One of the gargoyles patted your head and trailed his fingers down your spine, cooing something. At the same time, his tail tip pressed against your clit, making you twitch sensitively at the cold, hard touch.
He laughed, yet refused to enter you. All he did was caress your sweaty back and tease your clit. It was agonizing in the best way, a sweet torture that slowly led you to the edge yet left you hanging just as you were about to fall. Too little to come, yet too much to cool down again. Steadily keeping you there, listening to your moans, until he had enough. The gargoyle replaced his tail with his fingers and gently knead.
You came as if a button had been pressed. Eyes rolling back and body spasming wildly, something in your abdomen unraveled and liquid squirted from your pussy.
Laughter like falling rocks rumbled in your ears. A crackle sounded, like stone rubbing against stone, and you could feel their gazes boring into you, clinging to your naked body. They were watching, all watching you. Watching your slick and sweat drip, your thighs shift, your clit twitch. Like they were fucking you with their eyes.
These thoughts mixed with the aphrodisiac and turned you on, winding up the tension in your belly like a spring.
Sensitive from all the stimulation, you trembled when you were touched again. The gargoyle turned you over, onto your back, and lifted your legs. Bedded on the cushions, your hips were raised to the perfect height for the gargoyle to enter you, letting you see how your greedy hole swallowed his knobbly cock bit by bit. It looked like tightly squeezed soap bubbles and felt like a scaled-down version of the bumpy cobblestone streets outside, ending in an uneven knot at the base.
He gently held your thighs whetted by your slick as he thrust, going neither deep nor fast but patiently rubbing his knobbly cock along your walls. His pace combined with your post-climax heightened sensitivity made you moan and unconsciously tilt your hips like you wanted him to go deeper. Yet the gargoyle maintained his pace, steady as a rock. In and out, back and forth, the knobbly texture caressed your insides. It was calm to the point of being agitating, almost as bad as merely playing with your clit.
Finally, when you were moaning desperately, he worked his uneven knot into you. As it pressed against your g-spot, you came with a cry, while he grunted and pumped a rope of thick, heavy, mortar-like cum into you. The sensation of it settling in your belly mixed with your orgasm, further dragging it out.
You didn’t even notice how he pulled out and was replaced.
Or rather, you barely felt him at all. Only his tip grazed your walls like a mean tease, until he slid his knot in. He fucked you in a frenzy, knot rubbing over your g-spot, and just as your pleasure was building nicely, he already came, dumping his load of weighty cum into you.
Before you could whine about the emptiness you were filled once more. Legs propped up against the gargoyle’s chest and knees over his shoulders, his straight cock sank into your pussy. Stone barbs lightly caught on your entrance and were forced in, pressing into your wet walls like a massage stick. Holding onto your thighs, he started thrusting, gradually speeding up until your breasts bounced and your hands tried to find something to hold onto.
Thick cum was compressed by his cock head, pounded deeper into you with each addictive repetition. Wet squelches and your moans filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of stone and the heavy scent of lust.
Your eyes rolled as you came. Pussy fluttering and spasming, pleasure coursed through your veins and calmed the boiling heat as the gargoyle fucked you through your orgasm. Yet relief was denied, lust reignited before it could extinguish. It sent you back into the throes of ecstasy as the gargoyle plowed you, raking your walls until they were tender.
When you trembled with your next orgasm, he buried his knot inside your fucked raw pussy. Thick cum was pressed deeper into your core and added to by him, your lower abdomen noticeably bulging from the amount.
After a long while, he pulled out with a wet plop.
Your hole gaped from being repeatedly knotted. The flesh inside was red from the constant stimulation, feeling puffy and burning faintly.
And yet, the gargoyles’ next actions came as no relief.
The following cocks were smaller than the others with less novel textures, but they all got creative before dumping their cum into your pussy. One fucked you slowly while kneading your breasts and using your dripping slick to tease your asshole with his tail tip, relishing in how it dripped from between your folds. Another turned you onto your belly and fingered your pussy until his fingers were dripping wet so he could prep your ass, stretching the little bud into a blooming flower before pushing his cock alternately into your pussy and your ass. And you didn’t know who started it, but he used his cock and tail to fuck your two holes simultaneously, keeping you on edge with their sometimes slow and sometimes fast pace and denying you your orgasm until the very end.
When they were done with you, sweat was flowing down your spine and your belly was swollen from how much thick, heavy cum pressed down on your womb. Your eyes were unfocused, your holes gaping, and faint bruises were already covering your skin.
Just as you vaguely thought they were done, another pair of hands gripped you. Large and steady, they turned you onto your back and pressed your legs up until your knees neared your ears. In this position, you were forced to present your puffy, gaping pussy to the gargoyle towering above you. Outlined by the faint light shining into the little room through the round window behind him, you saw broad shoulders and large wings, adonis-like abdominal muscles hewn into the stone torso, and a big, fat, curved, exaggeratedly veiny cock hanging between his thick thighs.
The gargoyle sounded a little bashful as he apologized before penetrating you with his enormous cock head.
Your sopping wet hole was stretched to its limit, quietly squelching as centimeter after centimeter sank in. Folds spread and erect clit twitching, just the tip had your eyes already rolling. When he was one third in, you felt him push the mortar-like cum filling your channel being pushed deeper inside, and by the time he was two thirds in, you felt him bottom out, carved veins pressing firmly into your walls. The pulse of pleasure as he completely filled you made you throw your head back and your muscles spasm as slick squirted from your pussy like a broken sprinkler.
Blood rushed through your ears, deafening loud. Every little touch and move made you pant like an animal in heat. You couldn’t tell whether you were screaming or crying or trembling. All you knew was that you were stuffed with cum and cock. A cum-dump being fucked into oblivion by monster cocks. So cock-drunk you couldn’t tell up from down.
When the gargoyle slowly pulled back, your folds clung to his girth. His veins and distinct cock head dragged over your already overstimulated g-spot, and when he once more sank into your depths, you came again, pussy fluttering.
The large gargoyle grunted. He rolled his hips with great patience, letting you get used to his monstrous size before speeding up. With every thrust, he got faster and plunged in deeper, eventually pounding both his cock and the other gargoyles’ accumulated cum into you. His hips drenched by your slick slapped against your forcefully bent up ass and folds, wet smacks matching the rhythm of your heartbeat until overtaking it.
You felt him in your gut and at the back of your throat, fucking the air out of your lungs and making your pussy gush. He left you in a constant state of overwhelming pleasure, and when he finally somehow rammed his fat knot into your abused hole, you came so hard you blacked out.
And all the while, the large gargoyle still rocked his hilted cock inside you, showing his big outline from your pussy through your abdomen, knot grinding against your g-spot while his tip pressed the others’ cum against your cervix. Then with one last roll of his hips, cramming himself as deep into you as he could, he came. A thick rope of heavy cum erupted from his length, more and more of it pumping into you until your stomach bulged as if pregnant.
He pulled out with some difficulty, producing a loud squelch and leaving your thighs red and trembling from his hold, your hole so stretched one could see the cum stuffing you. Looking at his masterpiece, he paused for a moment, then flicked your clit.
You moaned and shuddered reflexively from the current this touch sent through your body.
Despite how spent you were, how tired and thirsty, you still… hadn’t had enough.
Abused by the aphrodisiac and gargoyle cocks, you’d already been trained into wanting this.
As such, it was to your great pleasure when they continued. Big, small, knobbly, smooth — each and every one of the twelve gargoyles fucked their knot into your pussy at least once and dumped their cum into you. They filled you until there was so much the bigger ones couldn’t fit anymore and took to fucking your stretched ass, only to switch back to your pussy just as they were about to cum.
By the end, everyone was fucking your ass with their cocks wet from your slick and stuck their tips into your pussy to use you as cum dump, until it overflowed. Thick glops of it fell out of your pussy, hole stretched so much it couldn’t close, slowly dripping down and landing on the floor with a splat.
Your whole body was numb and sweaty and trembling, brain fucked empty, and your stomach bulged from the copious amounts of mortar-like cum, heavy and stuffed to the brim. Small spasms caused by your uncountable orgasms caused your pussy to contract around the still pliable yet gradually hardening substance filling you, finally making you pass out from overstimulation.
When you regained consciousness, it was already the next day. You were dead tired, extremely hungry, your limbs heavy, and there was still something thick and hard plugging your fucked raw pussy. It was so bad that just turning over left you drained of strength and panting for breath.
When you dizzily reached between your shaking legs, you felt something hard sealing your entrance. Your folds were covered by it, also reaching your clit and ass like some kind of strange sex toy. Experimentally pulling on it sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine and forced a hoarse moan over your burning vocal cords, immediately making you recall the events of last night.
Shocked, you looked down at yourself and gaped at the sight.
Your belly, no, your entire abdomen bulged, from your bellybutton to your folds. It made your skin stretch, a hardness hiding beneath the soft flesh and leaving you unable to tense your muscles without gasping in pleasure and overstimulation alike.
By now, it was clear: That thing stuffing your pussy was the gargoyles’ hardened cum.
It had filled your gaping hole to the brim and perfectly molded according to your shape, then hardened over night, or maybe once the daylight shone on it. Either way, just lightly tugging on it sent fresh currents along your nerves, forcefully reigniting your arousal.
With tears gathering in your eyes, you bit your lip and took deep breaths as you removed the dildo of hardened gargoyle cum from your pussy. Your slick eased the action, yet it fit so well and reminded you so much of the insanity of last night that you couldn’t resist fucking yourself on it. Every dip and bulge was a faint memory of the gargoyles’ cocks, especially the knot-like shape towards your entrance. Only the flared tip was new, wonderfully kissing your cervix every time you completely swallowed it.
By the time you finally pulled the pillar out of your hole, you’d come three times and were feeling lightheaded.
Your entire body trembled as you slowly dressed. The clothes were a little crispy from getting drenched in rain last night, but you couldn’t afford to care about it. Only, when you were fully clothed, you glanced at the hardened cum dildo and fell into a long moment of hesitation.
You couldn’t just… leave it here. What if someone else found it? But how were you supposed to get this thing out of a church…?
Ah.
Both ashamed and excited, you pulled down your pants.
And as you worked the pillar back into your ravaged pussy, eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed with lust, a dozen pairs of dim, stony eyes stared at you, silently watching.
Oh… If you liked them so much, then maybe… they could take the opportunity to visit you one of those days.
I read the top of the minotaur mania masterlist and can have a male cow hybrid reader getting dicked down by his minotaur girlfriend?
Oh yes, absolutely! That’s actually a really good showcase of why I worded it that way...
A Satisfying Night
Contains: past tense, male cow hybrid reader (he/him) x female minotaur (she/her), some dialogue, a little teasing, unclothed x clothed, p in v, size kink, belly bulge, big 🍆, creampie, 1k words, NSFW & MDNI
It was raining outside, big raindrops drumming on the roof and running down the windows. Inside, it was warm and cozy, the dim light causing the furniture to cast dark shadows as the movie played.
Nestled in your minotaur girlfriend’s arms, you stared at the flickering screen as if entranced, even forgetting to put the popcorn you were still holding into your mouth.
The sight made her chuckle. Then she nuzzled the crook of your neck and affectionately squeezed your belly. Still getting no reaction, her hands started wandering, until her thick fingers breached the waistband of your boxer shorts and you grabbed her wrist, turning your head to give her a look that was both helpless and indulgent.
“I’m starting to suspect you’re not interested in this movie,” you commented.
She continued nuzzling your neck as her hand disappeared in your boxers, “Hmm, you could say that.”
The touch of her rough finger pad on your clit made you take a breath. You tried to affect calm, “Oh. Then do you want to watch something else?”
Her gaze turned to you, dark and deep, and the smile she gave you was so full of bad intentions you felt yourself getting wet. “Sure.”
With that, she slowly moved. Her dun coat of fur shimmered in the dim light as her distinct muscles shifted, the sight making your mouth water. She made you sit next to her and propped herself up above you, enveloping you in her shadow as her hand within in your boxers palmed your crotch.
“My, so wet for me already..."
You glanced at your girlfriend’s cutesy joggers tented by her half-hard cock and chuckled breathlessly.
Obviously, she couldn’t resist you, either.
Her thick fingers parted your folds and caressed them, lightly pressing on your gradually throbbing clit while teasingly spreading your leaking slick. Your pussy quickly grew engorged under her touch, erect with arousal and pulsing needily.
Chest heaving, you hooked an arm around her neck to pull her into a sloppy kiss and grabbed her cock. Even through the thick, soft fabric, you could feel the heat of her length and the twitch that went through her upon your touch. Tongues entangled and hands rubbing each other, you sank deeper into the couch, her weight on top of you a reassuring reminder of her domineering presence.
With a few rough yet deft movements, she helped you out of your oversized t-shirt and boxers, hands repeatedly combing through your fur with just the right pressure. Chest, belly, thighs and tail, all were caressed and kneaded until you were soft as putty in her embrace.
“Good boy...” your girlfriend murmured, nuzzling the crook of your neck again.
You nuzzled her back and gently stroked her horns.
With a beautiful moan, she hurriedly pulled her big cock out of her joggers, aiming at your entrance and urgently stuffing herself into you. Despite being used to her size, her length and girth still stretched you so deliciously you felt more aroused by it, and you were so tight around her she got even harder. When she hilted, she had long bottomed out, filling you to the brim, but she only stopped and groaned in relief when she was balls deep in your pussy.
You clung to each other as you pulsed in sync, and then she started thrusting.
She knew exactly where your sensitive spots were, which kept you on edge for longest and which made you moan the most. Hugging your waist and massaging your clit, she kept you steady in her arms and sent you reeling within less than a minute. The way your walls fluttered spurred her on, chasing after her own pleasure with more and more force and speed. Her large cock pressed into you, glans and veins molding you to her shape, and every plunge into your depths visibly distended your lower abdomen.
“Gods, you’re so tight... Such a perfect little bull for me!"
Your girlfriend admired how your eyes rolled as she fucked another orgasm out of you, your high-pitched moans and the squelching of your pussy music in her ears.
Forgotten was the movie, it's sounds inaudible to both of you. The bucket of popcorn tipped over and its contents scattered over the couch and floor, the couch itself creaking from your activity. In the dim, flickering light, the dun fur and curved horns of your girlfriend carried a colorful, ever-shifting halo, almost like a deity.
Her thrusts gradually grew disordered and frantic, and her cock gave a twitch you felt in your gut before she came with a loud moan. She shuddered with pleasure, her length throbbing rhythmically as cum was pumped into your pussy.
The sensation pulled you along into your third orgasm. Your abdomen spasmed, rapidly contracting and relaxing, milking the cum out of her tight balls. It was so much you couldn’t contain it all, the warm fluid forcing its way past her large cock and overflowing. White stained your folds and her balls and both of your fur and the couch, slowly trickling out. When she leaned back, it drew her gaze like it was something fascinating, like staring at your sopping wet, ravaged pussy was as good as a filling dinner.
You took a while to recover from your orgasm. Once you did, your chest still heaving from the exercise, you brushed your fingers through her sweaty bangs and drew her into a kiss. At the same time, she pulled out, the way her softening cock dragged along your overstimulated walls making you moan into her mouth.
When she drew back, you smirked at her, “And? Was this more interesting than watching a movie?"
“Oh, absolutely. Got my full attention."
“Really?"
Your girlfriend laughed, “Nothing I enjoy more than your full-body immersive experience. And you? Satisfied?"
“Hmm...” You tilted your head back, then glanced at her with a smile, “Yes!"
She chuckled and shook her head, then leaned in to give you a kiss and lifted you from the couch, “I’ll help you clean up."
“Better not. What if I can’t resist your dazzling charm?"
Contains: slime girl (Marva) x gender neutral reader, meet cute, no dialogue, a short story about becoming a couple, 1.5k words, SFW
✧ Good to know: the title is a reference to “knight in shining armor”, with ‘damsel’ referring to a young woman (often unmarried), a maiden, a girl.
✧ Good to know: Dame is the title equivalent to Sir for a female knight
Dame Marva was the best healer the kingdom had seen in decades. She was highly skilled, had a soothing presence, and looked especially dashing in her shining white armor, twinkling in the sunlight breaking through the leaden clouds of the battlefield like a ray of hope personified. Her presence meant that you would live even when on the brink of death.
The slime knight also had a very nice voice. She spoke with a lilt that became more pronounced when excited, so pleasant to listen to that certain dunces in the knight corps couldn’t help making mistakes just to hear her blow up at them. Until she got so annoyed she just smiled gently and pulled out her sword.
Personally, Marva didn’t like to get angry. She’d rather blather on about swords and armor and medicine, or better yet, read a book about any of these topics in some quiet corner.
Then one day, as she was out on patrol, she encountered a commoner — you.
Both of you were stunned.
Marva because a human had literally fallen from the sky into her arms.
You because you just slipped when picking apples, only to end up in the arms of a damsel in shining armor.
Momentarily dazed by her beautiful light green color and the faint fragrance of sage, you were brought back to reality by the buckles of her vambraces pressing into your back. Blushing with embarrassment, you asked her to set you down, but even with both feet on the ground, you found it difficult to look away.
It was this encounter that led you to eventually becoming Dame Marva’s squire.
In the beginning, she thought you’d be like everyone else. From just one look, she already dreaded having a bumbling idiot red as a ripe tomato following her around and causing trouble to no end. The mere thought made her itch for a fight.
Fortunately, you were different.
You liked hearing her excited voice, but only when she rambled on about her favorite topics or read you a passage from one of her books. Spending time with her made you feel at peace, especially during heavy rain or sunny afternoons, and caring for her armor, sword and shield had a meditative quality to it.
Over time, Marva appreciated you more and more, and seeing you two together became the most normal thing.
You never thought much of it, but your Dame slowly developed other thoughts. Her gaze would inevitably float over to you, her body unconsciously leaning over as she took in your unique scent.
The moment she became conscious of it, she wanted to stop, yet she couldn’t. She was just so happy being with you. If she didn’t have you, she would revert to her previous self, always annoyed and feeling like she was wearing a smiling mask.
Only with you was her smile real.
Only with you could she relax, even in the midst of a war.
But war was blind. By the end, despite only following Marva, you were hurt all over, covered in barely scabbed wounds, scratches and bruises.
When she saw you like this, the always calm and steady knight broke out in tears.
You wanted to tell her not to cry, that it wasn’t as bad as it looked, but the words died in your throat at the sight of the fear in her sage green eyes. So you took her hand and asked her to heal you instead. Said you were tired and in pain but seeing her made it better.
Marva quickly pulled you into her tent, had you disrobe, and took off her gauntlets. Still crying, heartbreakingly quiet, she moved her hands over your body, leaving trails of healing slime.
You didn’t know what to say.
You felt so helpless.
Your skin started itching as it began to heal. It was somewhat maddening, urging you to scratch. But compared to that, you rather took Marva into your arms. With the hard edges of her cold armor poking you, you stroked her head and gently kissed her temple.
It was then that she confessed.
The words just spilled out, disordered and clumsy. She had by no means intended or even planned it, especially not now, it just happened…
And then the fear set in.
What if you didn’t like her? What if you were repulsed by her? Maybe you were only interested in humans? If it was due to her gender, she could change it. Whatever you wanted, as long as she could, she wanted to fulfill it.
You were stunned by this revelation. Her liking you actually made you a little happy, but changing her was completely unnecessary. If she tried to fit someone else’s expectations, wouldn’t she cease being the Marva you knew?
So, no need.
Things were good as they were.
Your Dame nervously asked if that meant you accepted her. When you didn’t understand, she had to word it more explicitly, listing the things she wanted to do with you exclusively.
Holding hands, cuddling, sleeping in the same bed, kissing, kissing deeply, kissing until you fell into bed and rolled in the sheets and…
Her sage fragrance intensified as she spoke, and you couldn’t help blushing.
Now you clearly understood; there was no way to play dumb. You had never done anything like what she said and had never wanted to either, but if it was her… if it made her happy… then it seemed… acceptable.
So you shyly agreed. Then you threw a quick warning after, afraid she would be sad when you couldn’t do what she asked of you.
Marva smiled, though tears still shimmered in her eyes, and shook her head.
As long as you were willing to be even a little closer to her, she was the happiest slime alive.
In the tent dimly lit by fire, filled with the scent of metal and blood pressed beneath the soothing fragrance of sage, sitting on the camp bed with Marva kneeling before you, the two of you forged a new relationship.
The following days, as you returned home, the most you did was squeeze into the same bed to sleep. There was no time for anything else as the march was long and tiring, and you even encountered bandits on the way. Finally, after a long journey, you returned to the fortified city, celebrated by everyone present. Many rose in position, taking the places of the dead and those who moved up, and while you were given the same opportunity, you refused.
Just being Marva’s squire was enough for you.
Any higher and you wouldn’t be able to see her every day, much less live with her.
A day later, a big feast was held to honor everyone who participated in the war. Everyone wore ceremonial uniforms, much lighter and simpler to wear than armor, and many knights drank without regard.
Your Dame ended up drinking each one of them under the table. Alcohol couldn’t affect her, automatically eliminated by her innate effect.
You drank a little too much that evening. Marva used this as excuse to go back earlier, taking you back to her little home. The wooden floorboards groaned quietly, and the flickering candle light cast your shadows on the white plaster walls, hers tinted with a hint of pale green. Here, her scent was much stronger, soothing to the point of almost making you fall asleep while still standing.
Marva was quite amused by this. She told you to sit on her bed for a bit while she put a pot of water over the fire. It would take some time for the water to get warm enough to wipe yourselves down with, so she suggested undressing first.
Drunk as you were, you complied and proceeded to struggle. When the situation seemed hopeless and you planned to just fall asleep with your hands tangled in your linen shirt, your Dame came over to save you from your predicament.
Even wearing nothing, she looked like a knight in shining armor.
She chuckled at your dazed expression. Then she leaned down and gently kissed your forehead. Her touch was so soft and tender, it almost made you cry.
Marva was just so unbelievably good.
Your unconsciously spoken words painted a wide smile onto her face. In her opinion, the same went for you. She could compliment everything about you and it still wouldn’t be enough to properly express her fondness.
Marva held your chin and kissed your forehead again, then your temple, your cheek, slowly making her way towards your lips.
Her sage fragrance cleared your head the longer you breathed it in, yet your face was still as hot as if you were drunk. Her touch tingled on your skin, wonderfully warm and soft, a little sleek but dry.
Just before touching your lips, you murmured her name.
She looked up at you, meeting your eyes, your focused gaze.
You leaned forward and gently rubbed your lips against hers in a tentative kiss. The touch produced a warm feeling that gathered in your belly, as comfortable as a full meal after a day of hard work.
After lingering for a moment, you pulled back a little, and smiled.
Sure! For those interested: Oneironaut (1) - Fae Meadow
Oneironaut - Devouring Depths
Divider by @uzmacchiato
Trigger Warning: Thalassophobia
Contains: present tense, amab!reader with genderbent crotch x sentient ghostly jellyfish-like entity (it/its), dubious consent, underwater in the deep dark so sensory deprivation, tentacles, groping, tentacle p in v, overstimulation, masturbation, 1.9k words, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: The ocean trench is specifically a reference to the Mariana Trench, which is at its deepest about 11 kilometers or 6,8 miles deep. It’s fascinating!
✧ Good to know 2: Both a penis and a clitoris have a shaft, foreskin, and glans, and can grow erect when aroused
As oneironaut of the Department of Anomalies, it is your job to travel through other staff’s induced dreams and retrieve the specified objects from them. Sometimes they’re seemingly ordinary daily necessities, other times they are grotesque things radiating nightmarish energies.
Your superiors decided that you did very well last time, so this time around, they asked you to retrieve a pearl. The information claimed for it to be at the bottom of a lake, but when you really get there, it seems more like an abyssal ocean trench. Everywhere is dark and deathly silent, tiny bubbles, particles, and creatures sparsely illuminated by your headlamp drifting past. All you hear are your breathing, the blood rushing through your body, and the quiet groan of water.
Before you can even move, the watch-shaped integrated radar and map on your wrist starts beeping in alarm. Amidst the interwoven holographic blue lines, a red dot signaling an entity and a white dot representing your target are slowly approaching.
You frown, mildly annoyed by this inconvenience.
In these kinds of dreams, nearly all entities turn hostile the moment they realize what you are after. And the ones that don't... always want something else. Disregarding one you refuse to remember, there was one that wanted to steal your equipment, and another wanted to hitch a ride on you into reality. That wasn’t fun. It also dragged out your mission time, making you look bad.
With a sigh, you reach to the back of your waist and pull out your gun. The fusion core at the side glows dimly in the dark water, energy bullets ready to go.
Time passes and the beeping gets faster as the dots approach.
A while later, you should be able to see them.
Yet there is nothing.
The ocean trench gapes beneath you like an enormous maw waiting to devour you, and the water pressure squeezes you from all around, dead silence enveloping you like a tomb.
Just as you think that this is bad, you feel something brush against you. You have no idea when it got so close to you, but it is up against your arm one moment, then rubbing around your leg the next. Invisible and untouchable, that entity keeps pressing close as if checking what kind of thing you are.
At the same time, your radar keeps beeping. Every time the entity gets close, it beeps maddeningly, urging you to do something, yet you don't even know where the fucking thing is!
Then, you suddenly catch a glimpse of... something.
In the dark water, beneath the light of your headlamp, it shimmers as it moves, iridescent like an oil spill. The touch is soft and gooey, until a claw obviously presses against the seam of your diving suit. Following it, a sensation as cold as the oceanic depths seeps in, nestling between the fabric and your skin.
You struggle uncomfortably.
If self-harm didn’t lead to immediate waking up, you would have shot yourself by now to get rid of that thing. Unfortunately, you have to bear with it.
Feeling irritated by the radar’s constant beeping and the cold, gooey touch crawling along your limbs, you try to find your target. According to the radar map, it should be here. Very close, even. Yet nothing around you looks like a pearl. Unless...
You hurriedly focus all your attention on the entity entangling you.
The iridescent shimmer has a structure to it, only obvious under close scrutiny. It has a big membrane, a little like a sail, and many tentacles, combining into an oddly humanoid shape that moves through the water like a jellyfish. As for the claws you felt, you can’t make out any, though you suspect they might be attached to the tentacles. Which seem to be crawling into your suit.
Gritting your teeth, you aim the fusion core gun at the big membrane floating before you. However, before you can press the trigger, you spot a white, perfectly round, vaguely glowing orb within it.
In this moment of inattention, the ghostly jellyfish entity reaches your crotch.
You gasp in shock and tremble at the cold, soft touch. Even worse, you are aroused by it, mind flashing back to how you got your cunt, and very inappropriately wondering with anticipation whether you are about to get ravaged again.
On that note, it would be nice to get your dick and balls back. Right now, your cunt somehow smells like that damned bewitching flower, as if the fae prince’s cum was its nectar and had marked your cunt as good-to-fuck in some way, and anything that presses against your big clit, be it clothes or a seat, makes you feel horny.
Your clit grows engorged as the gooey touch wanders further down through your pubic hair, and you helplessly thrash in the darkness in a feeble attempt at resistance. Rationality keeps telling you to focus on your mission, to do your task and leave. But emotionally, you keep finding reasons why that is currently impossible.
For example, the iridescent ghost entity is wrapped around you. It is even in your suit. You would have to forcibly terminate the dream connection to get away, and then you would be leaving without the pearl. That wouldn’t be good. Also... you are so horny. Ever since the fae prince fucked you, you haven’t been close to anyone, yet you constantly long for... something. You didn’t even dare touch your new genitals, too confused and admittedly a little scared, and you have a lot of pent-up sexual frustration.
The entity reaches your fat clit. It’s so cold you shiver, softly enveloping the nub with its gooey touch. A little claw protrudes from somewhere, trailing along your glans and pulling back your foreskin.
Your cunt throbs at the stimulation. You can feel yourself growing wet, eagerly anticipating more.
Seeing close to nothing, floating in the water as if weightless, hearing only your thumping heartbeat and hurried breaths, you get more and more excited. The thought of being fucked by an unknown entity fully occupies your mind. It is the thrill of wanting something taboo, violating virtues and morals by merely desiring. Being deprived of your hearing and sight only adds to the feeling, both as if you are safe and about to be caught at any moment.
The heat of your breath fogs up your helmet, and so you don’t even notice how the jellyfish-like membrane completely envelops you. Gooey tentacles enter without breaking, gently attaching to your skin, and a pair even wraps around your chest to slowly knead and rub.
Your eyelids flutter as you sink.
You feel your fat clit being stroked, from the glans down the shaft and back up again, and reflexively thrust. This is rather difficult underwater, but the iridescent entity catches your drift. It squeezes you firmly and lightly scrapes a tiny claw against the tip of your glans while stroking, sending pleasurable shivers up your spine and into your brain one after another. At the same time, its claws gently tease your nipples, the sharp tips leaving tiny trails of stimulating in their wake.
Thoughts are scrambled by pleasure. Your own moans dully resonate within your helmet as the gooey tentacles explore your body. Warmed by your rising body temperature, squeezed between your skin and your suit, it undulates with your breath, almost like it wants to merge with you.
The thing’s grip on your clit tightens and its movements accelerate, jerking your clit until you come.
Your cunt throbs and flutters, squelching as your channel contracts around nothing. It is a strange sensation to feel your insides, soft and moist and wet, almost like rubbing your tongue against itself but as smooth and soft and velvet.
The feeling leaves you a little panicked, and then all thoughts vanish from your mind as a tentacle of the jellyfish-like creature parts your folds. With a squelch, it enters your sopping cunt, followed by another two or three gooey appendages. They have a texture like jelly yet more pliable, easily squeezed by your walls, and the way they move inside you, writhing and undulating, makes you gasp.
You expect it to thrust, yet it doesn’t. Instead, the tentacles repeatedly expand and shrink, stuffing one more tentacle into you after each expansion. The amount and movement gradually fill your cunt until it feels crammed, pressing against your insides and stretching your entrance. At the same time, it hits all your sensitive spots, reaching so deep you mean to feel your belly bulge. And as if that wasn’t enough, the jellyfish creature keeps rubbing your fat clit and nipples, almost acting like it could milk those three nubs.
Pleasure slowly builds and reaches its peak, and you come with a cry no one but you can hear. It makes your abdomen tense, the rapid contractions squeezing some kind of fluid warmed by your body temperature out of the tentacles, accumulating in your belly and spilling out past the tentacles’ gaps.
After your orgasm, once you relax, every little squeeze from the ghostly jellyfish-like thing makes you tremble. Even worse is how the tentacles stuffing your cunt shift, going as far as to use your momentary relaxation to cram a few more into you. They stretch you so much it starts to hurt, yet you are still aroused, lust ignited by all the tugging and kneading and rubbing. You want to stop, but it feels so good, and then the tentacles start expanding and shrinking again, as if pulsing or pumping…
You come a third time, much faster than before.
Your orgasm wracks your body. It leaves you caught in the throes of pleasure, constantly enticing you while teetering on the brink of overstimulation.
Afterwards, you completely lose track of everything. The tentacles fuck you from one climax into the other until you are coming twice a minute, your cunt slick and throbbing. Every little touch causes you to twitch and moan and beg for it to stop, even when your muscles are tired and your voice hoarse, as if determined to make you pass out.
Unable to resist, you have to bear it all.
When you finally regain consciousness, you are already back in the dreamer capsule. Heart hammering in your chest, every pulse causes your body to ache, especially your chest and cunt. It seems your nipples and clit are severely swollen, and you mean to feel your cunt gape from being used so much.
Just as you are grinding your teeth, the researcher in charge enters the room and starts praising you for another job well done. But you have no mind to entertain them, waving your hand and letting them quickly leave so you can wash.
And as it turns out, this is truly necessary. Getting out of the capsule makes the diving suit rub against your overstimulated nipples and other spots, leaving you trembling as you wobble over to the bathroom. Undressing is the next hurdle, once again especially tormenting your nipples that have actually doubled in size.
Once out of the suit filled with sweat and slick, you hop under the shower. The water drops that normally feel like a light massage now seem to pound your skin, and one wrong turn elicits an unexpected moan.
You quickly cover your mouth, but your cunt is already throbbing again.
Not knowing what you are thinking, you reach down, trembling at your own touch grazing your clit. And then you gasp. Your cunt has been stretched so much you can easily fit three fingers inside, and you are still so sensitive that just unskillfully fingering yourself makes you orgasm outside of the dream.
Betrayed and defeated by your own body, you swear to take a good, long break, and the next time you enter a dream, you’ll shoot anything that moves!
hey! a friend of mine brought up one of your works (insidious waters) while we were discussing, um... research...? (i mean, you know how it is with smut writers.) and... wow.
so for one, it was really really good, i'm definitely going to follow you and read more of your stuff, because the flow of that one alone seemed really good! and i'm incapable of reading porn without a LITTLE plot.
but uh...
have you considered writing horror? horror/erotica, even? because i think i would buy horror novels penned in your name. you do such a good fucking job setting a scene; even your description of the water outside the submarine, the creatures outside of it... man. unnerving in the best fucking way. good shit, 1000/10, can i have five more of these little tentacled bitches?
Hi! I, uhm, wow… I’m so happy I’m speechless!
First of all, thank you! It’s incredible to know that my stories are being discussed by others, and Insidious Waters being a story I’m quite proud of I’m so happy others enjoy it! Though, please keep in mind that I write all kinds of stuff, with more or less plot and varying levels of… sophistication? I think that’s the word. Anyway, just as a little warning…
Now, for writing horror… I’ve written horror scenes (unpublished), and Line Drawn On Water is horror (i think) but without smut. Just, mostly vibes. Writing horror erotica is something I absolutely want to do, but my confidence regarding that fluctuates. I have a request for horror erotica sitting in my inbox from last year and am still working on it, mostly because I overdid it with the monster characters… Too much detail may be the death of a good horror story.
And regarding setting the scene (since you mentioned writing and research), it is absolutely fueled by my fear of the ocean and my love for submarines. Both of those aren’t that strong, but writing can amplify them and then be used (similar to my fear of caves, hate for mines, dislike of heights, and so on). Inspiration wise, the games Still Wakes the Deep, Subnautica and Iron Lung, and various deep sea nature documentaries have helped. And the movie The Hunt for Red October. Man, I love that movie. It’s so slow and quiet, and also kind of creepy. In short, there are a lot of places to draw inspiration from when writing, but what matters i that they interest you.
Well, for being speechless this was well articulated… I am just so happy!!! Aaaaahhh what do I do, write five more of this? Make an Insidious series?? Like I don’t have enough projects already, but now i have ideas! Ok ok, I’ll just note them down… for later…
Thank you so much for reading. Thank you for sending this in. This is wonderful, this is really encouraging! So thank you!
I have the bad habit of finishing stories just before my deadline, but this time, I already have two finished! Then I can relax a little for the others... As for what you can read in June:
Oneironaut - Devouring Depths — part 2 of the series, I continue to torment the reader with genderbent genitals by throwing him into oceanic depths and letting him enjoy some care from a… ghostly… jellyfish… thing. Weird ocean creature x amab reader
Damsel In Shining Armor — meet the lovely sage slime Marva! Her slime effect is healing and her story a meet cute + becoming lovers, quite short and safe for work. Slime girl x gender neutral reader
A Satisfying Night — reader request, the perfect example of what I mean by ‘female minotaur’ and ‘male cow hybrid’. It’s a little short and less detailed, but I like it. Female minotaur (she/her) x Male cow hybrid reader (he/him)
Hard Shell, Soft Core — was originally something different until I realized a group of a dozen horny gargoyles is enough for one entire fic… And it has no plot. I am very proud of that; finally, we get to the action so much sooner! 12 male gargoyles x one afab!reader (yes, really)
These will be published on the weekends as usual, and in the meantime, I’ll stockpile stories. Although it’s very tempting to publish more in one month.
Oh for mermay requests can you please do mine? It involves a fem reader getting sandwiched between two maneating mermen. They're bullies but love you more than anything.
Sure, here you go! One ocean sandwich coming right up~ This was difficult to write, but I’m quite happy with it!
Cold, Dark, And Gentle
Contains: past tense, kraken merman (Arthur) x fem reader x orca merman (Niall), a little more dialogue, strangers to lovers, a stable throuple, tentacles on genitals, tentacles + p in v, sort of edging/orgasm control, oral for a tentacle, 3.6k words, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: due to some dude (i forgot the details) misunderstanding something, the genitals of male krakens / octopuses are called hectocotyli (singular: hectocotylus). And because Arthur has two of those, you’ll see the word hectocotyli mentioned. The only problem is that it’s a fucking bother to write.
Divider by @andromeda-graphics
The Hanging City was hewn into the eternal ice of the north, translucent towers reaching towards the oceanic depths like oversized icicles. They shimmered mesmerizingly in the pale light penetrating the water, and colorful plants growing downwards drifted in the cold yet gentle current. Residents and tourists swam between the ice towers, pale colors and waning lights merging with the darkness of the deep.
In one of the towers, where the middle had been hollowed out into a pavilion, a kraken merman lounged on a large pillow pile. His tentacles, pale purple mixed with faint pink and mauve and sparsely adorned by tiny golden spikes, swayed and curled, periodically delivering grapes to his mouth. A mermaid with a silvery blue tail and gauzy fins brushed his golden hair, and a bioluminescent green jellyfish merman offered him a bowl of finely cut meat. The kraken merman smiled, the indulgent look in his amber eyes making both of them blush.
Niall scoffed when he saw Arthur like this, making the merpeople in the pavilion flinch. The kraken merman chuckled, gently yet firmly grabbed the back of Niall's neck, and pulled him close to give him a kiss on the cheek.
The big and muscular orca merman furrowed his thick black brows while his ears turned bright red. He stared at Arthur with his beautiful deep blue eyes, looking both aggrieved and like he was about to beat him up.
But Arthur didn’t care. He just brushed a hand through Niall’s black hair, past the white streak at his temple, and gave him another kiss. “What, do you not want me to look at others?"
Niall pursed his lips unhappily, “You can look at whoever you want."
“Oh, is that so..."
“If you have something to say just spit it out!"
Arthur leaned forward, carelessly slapping away the reaching hand of the mermaid behind him as he looked into Niall’s eyes, “But there is someone I want you to look at."
“...I only want to look at you."
His vanity greatly satisfied, Arthur nonetheless grabbed Niall’s jaw and turned his head to the side, “If I want you to look, you have to look."
So he looked.
And then he saw you.
...
You didn’t quite know what had happened recently, but you knew for certain that something had changed. It was the way people looked at you, how they talked to you, which events they invited you to. Even your friends started acting strangely.
Initially it was fine, but gradually, you grew annoyed. The things they didn’t say were especially bothersome, weighing on your mind and distracting you.
You were still irritated about this when you received an invitation to a party. Its host was someone you were only fleetingly familiar with, barely able to put a face to the name when you saw the signature on the card. Why they would invite you was a mystery to you, but thinking that partying a little would take your mind off of things, you agreed. Considering what kind of person they were, you even went and bought some fancy clothes and accessories beforehand.
Then on the day of the party, you carefully dressed up. The flow-y fabrics and light jewelry looked good on you.
Maybe they looked too good on you.
When you entered the venue, you noticed a lot of people glancing over at you, both covertly and openly. They almost seemed to be treating you like an attraction that wasn’t allowed to know it was one. It was rather discomfiting.
Feeling a little queasy, you grabbed yourself a bag of snacks and retreated into a corner to observe the other guests. Considering the different social circle, few attendees were familiar to you, but those who you knew were surprisingly all those you got along well with.
In hanging City, this was strange. Most people wouldn’t hide their dislike, sometimes even making it deliberately obvious just to spite others for their own amusement. You had encountered these types of people before, not always as their target, but you found them unpleasant enough to normally avoid, though this wasn’t always possible, especially at such big parties.
Curious, you grabbed one of you acquaintances and asked.
The look on their face as they hesitated was really worth seeing.
“Not telling?” you raised your brows.
The jellyfish mer sighed, “No, no, it’s just... difficult to put into words..."
“Hmm?"
“Well, uhm, remember Carson?"
“...Yes,” you certainly remembered that guy. He looked good enough, but unfortunately his brain seemed to have malfunctioned. His speech was always pointed, lashing out at everyone around him only to call it a joke when people got offended. You had the bad luck of being in one class with him and becoming one of his preferred targets, regularly disturbing your free time. As for study time, under the strict eye of Teacher Bes, he didn’t dare.
“He got sacked.” the jellyfish mer deadpanned.
“Huh?"
“Well, put in a sack and beaten up. Oh, he also knows who did it, but refuses to tell. Probably offended a bigger bully and had to beg for mercy with his tail in a knot.” They obviously didn’t like him, either.
You suppressed the corners of your mouth that wanted to curl up and asked, curious, “Then who do you think it was?"
“Hmm... Either Arthur’s entourage or Niall. Anyone else doesn’t have a name big enough to keep Carson and them away from a party like this."
Nodding and humming, you chatted a little more before the conversation fizzled out.
You couldn’t help pondering their words. It was really a big coincidence for people you found unpleasant to be missing from this party. And it logically should have nothing to do with either Arthur or Niall. One was a pretentious prick who worshipped himself like he was his own creator and had amassed what could be called a cult following, and the other was an unsocial thug who looked like he would throw anyone in his way ashore and let them suffocate there. In short, no matter how handsome they were, neither of them was a good person, especially not the kind who would unreasonably help a nobody like you.
Looking around lost in thought, you spotted them in the middle of the hall, at the center of everyone’s attention. Niall was staring at you, deep blue eyes fixed on you for who knew how long. Just this penetrating gaze could devour you like the oceanic depths beneath Hanging City, making you turn away.
Better look less; who knew what would happen if you caught their attention.
As a result, you completely missed Niall staring at you in a daze and Arthur sneaking seemingly casual glances your way. The former was gradually isolated off to the side, pushed away by the stirring water, while the latter was caught by a group of frenzied admirers. It made Arthur smile, but his lack of control over the situation gave this smile a sharp, dangerous edge. And when he finally had time to look at you again, he found Niall floating next to you.
Niall was completely unable to look away from you. He had somehow drifted closer, wanting to talk to you yet not knowing how, and so he could only frown at everyone who got to do what he wanted but couldn’t.
In this way, your corner gradually grew quiet.
You secretly peeked at Niall. Your friends had once gushed about how cool and mysterious he was, but the only mysterious thing you found about him were his gills. After all, orca merman normally didn’t have those. Apart from this, he was also quite big, towering over you in an intimidating manner. That he kept starting at you didn’t help, either.
Eventually, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You talked to him.
“You... Do you need something?"
Niall stared at you. A long moment later, he shook his head. He just wanted to look at you. And maybe have you talk to him a little more.
Naturally, you had no clue how to handle this.
The person who ended up saving both of you from the suffering of this social interaction disaster was Arthur. He had somehow managed to regain control over his fans and escaped the crowd, only to approach you in your deserted little corner under the eyes of nearly everyone in the hall.
He smiled at you, “Hello, beautiful. I am Arthur.”
You nodded, “I know.” It was hard not to.
And yet, a merperson as famous and pretentious as himself knew who you were.
You glanced at Niall to your right and Arthur to your left, both perfectly positioned to push you further into the corner, and swallowed. “Are you here to threaten me?"
Arthur skillfully raised a brow, “Threaten?"
Niall’s expression darkened.
Slowly getting dizzy with anxiety, you mumbled, “Well, you look like a rich kid rocking up with his bodyguard..."
And also like you’re about to ask me with an absolutely dazzling smile whether I have some deep-seated grievance with the world to dress the way I do.
Arthur smiled helplessly. It was difficult to tell just how genuine it was.
Meanwhile, Niall frowned, “I’m not his bodyguard."
“Right; he’s my boyfriend."
“...So what do you want from me?"
Grinning, Arthur gently pinched your chin and drew near, his amber eyes fixed on you. “Beautiful, do you really not know?"
You reflexively looked at Niall for help.
“We like you."
Your brain had difficulty processing these words.
It sounded like a bad joke. Why would two hot bullies, who could have anyone they wanted and had certainly already done exactly that, be interested in you? You hadn’t even interacted with them before!
But the two merman couldn’t explain it, either. There just was something special to you, in the way you swam, the way you spoke, the way you looked at others, that deeply attracted them.
After the party, you thought you’d only ever see them from the distance just like you did previously. However, in reality, you gained two little followers. Or rather, one bodyguard with an intimidating stare and a distinct lack of understanding other people’s emotions that kept most people with bad intentions at a safe distance but softened into a big softie for you, and a glamorous master of backhanded compliments who willingly climbed down from the pedestal he put himself on just to cling to you.
In front of you, they didn’t mind dropping their masks.
Niall’s confusion, helplessness and tenderness, his insecurity and jealousy were on full display the moment you were alone. On his rugged face, these emotions were oddly cute, yet also devastating. He barely spoke and even if he did, he quickly sounded aggressive even when he didn’t mean to. Unexpectedly, it made you soften your attitude towards him.
Meanwhile, Arthur lost all his inhibitions. His narcissism, dominance and ambition were fully exposed yet interspersed by careful touches, unusually ineloquent compliments from his normally glib tongue, and the most breathtaking blush on his ears and cheeks when you casually praised him. It seemed he drew great satisfaction from his control over Niall, but the moment you and Niall teamed up to tease him, he fell into utterly delightful chaos without offering any resistance, like that was exactly what he wanted.
These reactions over your days of interaction slowly but surely made you sink.
Even if the first approach was orchestrated, all weaknesses and lovable qualities deliberately revealed, you couldn’t help it.
And even as you were unsure and hesitated, the two of them stayed by your side. They patiently accompanied you, courted you, and gave you all the time in the world.
It almost made you feel bad.
“But it’s our decision,” said Arthur when you told them. “Even if you end up rejecting us, courting you, loving you, will never count as time wasted."
Niall nodded in agreement, then hesitated for a moment before gently patting your back.
“See, this is actually good for us. A guy who never gave me any obvious affection and was used to one-night stands has learned how to comfort someone."
You rolled your eyes. “Sure, and you learned to put my wants above yours?"
Arthur opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Niall did. “Yes."
“Hm?"
“He remembered that you looked at that expensive pillow multiple times last week and secretly bought it for you."
“Niall!” Arthur’s already rosy skin turned bright pink from embarrassment.
You immediately looked over at him, “And you didn’t plan to say anything?"
He pursed his lips.
“Nothing at all?"
Arthur turned away. Finding this not enough to escape your excited gaze, he resorted to hiding behind Niall.
“He wanted to surprise you,” the latter explained, “but then doubted whether you actually liked the pillow or thought it was too expensive."
You held your forehead. Frankly speaking, you couldn’t remember that at this point legendary pillow, but if it was a gift, the least you could do was try it out. After a moment of thought, you went over to them and pulled both into a hug. It was your first time initiating close contact with them.
It felt good.
Following this, you clearly felt yourself growing closer to Niall and Arthur. Your interactions gradually gained a different flavor, with a sort of unspeakable anticipation in the water whenever you teased each other. A brush over the back of Niall's hand, Arthur’s tentacle grazing your lower back, and inadvertent kisses to your ear, cheek, or crook of the neck...
Gradually, you started wondering what it would be to actually be together with them. What it would be like to hold hands and interlock your fingers. What it would feel like to kiss, from the lips down the neck to the belly and even lower. What sounds they would make as you pleasure them, or what they would look like fucking each other just for you to see. You couldn’t help wondering, couldn’t help that anticipatory tingle crawling along your nerves and into your pussy.
So you wanted to try. It was the least you could do after all this time.
Arthur and Niall were overjoyed at your response. Their excitement was palpable as they finally got to hold your hand, to introduce you as their partner, to openly kiss you on the lips whenever and wherever they wanted. As for deeper kisses and more intimate entanglements, those were private. They wanted to have you to themselves, letting no one else see how your cheeks flushed and lips reddened after being deeply kissed by them.
One evening after you officially became a throuple, you saw Arthur lying on top of Niall, kissing him. His pale purple tentacles clung to the smooth black and white tail, entangling with Niall’s fins, and the low hum when one hit the other's sensitive spot with their tongue made your heart pound.
Drawn to them, you lay down next to them on the pillow pile, hugging Arthur’s waist and wrapping Niall’s arm around you. The big, cool hand resting on the small of your back gently yet firmly rubbed while Arthur turned towards you with an enchanting smile, reaching out to tease your chin with his fingers. Sweet amber and deep blue gazed at you, waiting for you, longing for your touch.
You leaned in.
Arthur’s lips, warmed by his kiss with Niall, were soft, and gentle. Like a lure, they led you deeper, making you sink.
Dissatisfied with being left out, Niall took the opportunity to nibble on your ear and neck. His light bites traveled down your side in a ticklish manner, and his hand pulled you closer, pressing you against him. Then his lips replaced Arthur’s, their temperature colder, their movement rougher.
And as Niall kissed you, Arthur shifted onto you and nuzzled your back. His tentacles crept along your lower body in a subtle manner, the soft tips gently brushing over you before the suckers adhered and tied you to Niall, sandwiching you between the two mermen.
The water gradually warmed up as they kissed you and each other in turn, hands and tentacles intertwining tenderly.
Gills flared and hearts beat, arousal building slowly and gently.
There was no burning passion, no brightly blazing adoration or fierce make-out. Only a cold, dark, and gentle love, like the chilly depths of the Hanging City. It soothed old burns and took away the dizzying heat, short-lived fervency replaced by a quiet yet constant affection. And still, there was a persistent possessiveness to it, a reluctance to let you go when you wanted to leave, a gaze that would forever cling to you like an intangible, loving embrace.
Your eyelids fluttered as Arthur and Niall caressed your body. Each breath was deep, slow, relaxing, making you feel safe.
At the same time, you felt yourself grow wet and your lovers erect. The swell of two tentacles was obvious on your lower body, one circling around your pussy and the other wrapping around the hard cock prodding you. With skillful movements, Arthur rubbed Niall until he leaked while getting closer and closer to your pussy, the soft swollen tip of one of his hectocotyli slowly parting your folds.
You couldn’t tell who of you moaned as Arthur worked his tentacles. Maybe it was his suckers adhering to Niall’s cock, or kissing your clit as he entered you. Or the way his tips traced along slick flesh, how his length expanded with arousal, pulsed and writhed. Slow, methodical, and in control, he gave you pleasure, intoxicated by both of your little sounds and expression. He knew how to keep Niall on edge, and how to find your sensitive spots, going at it until both of you writhed with need in his grasp, controlling you to orgasm with him.
As you wallowed on the afterglow, you were peppered in kisses. Feeling comfortable, you narrowed your eyes and hugged your lovers. It was not too much and not too little, just right and at the same time making you want more.
And they were more than willing to give it to you.
Arthur used his tentacles to rub your clit as Niall sank two fingers into your pussy. Big and slightly rough, they filled you comfortably, the cool temperature causing you to tremble and gasp. He patiently pumped his fingers, carefully stretching and preparing you for more than just a tentacle tip.
Your hums of pleasure were proof that he was doing well, yet it wasn’t quite enough, especially with Arthur tormenting your clit.
You whined needily and rocked into their touch. It felt so good you couldn’t think, completely focused on chasing that freeing sensation of bliss they would give you.
Yet before you could reach your climax, your lovers pulled away.
Arthur wound one of his swelling hectocotyli back around Niall’s cock, tensing and relaxing to get him harder, while the other crept up to your mouth to tease your tongue. Unable to resist, you lightly bit him. The moan that escaped him was absolutely sinful, leaving you throbbing with anticipation. And then he teased the roof of your mouth, sending a shiver to your brain and down your spine like an internal caress.
Right then, Niall grabbed the back of your head, approaching to suck on the tentacle in your mouth. The touch made Arthur moan and throb, and then again when Niall pushed his cock wrapped by Arthur’s other tentacle into your pussy and you hummed, the vibration of that sound resonating beyond flesh and bone and into their souls.
With the tip of Arthur’s hectocotylus leading, the two of them easily slipped in at first. However, towards the base, it got more difficult. Niall was squeezed by Arthur, and both of them were squeezed by you and your tight walls, their combined girth working hard to stretch you for them.
Once they bottomed out, they took a moment to rest.
You felt stuffed. The stretch was incredible, the spiral of Arthur's swollen tentacle around Niall's hard cock both new and fascinating.
Your abdomen clenched out of reflex, and both of them moaned.
Then Niall started thrusting.
Arthur’s hyctocotylus grazed your walls, pulsing and writhing slightly as Niall set the pace. From slow and methodical, almost massaging thrusts with suckers kissing your slick walls, to rutting into you with such strength and force that you felt like you were about to be dismantled, they did it all and made you come at least once during each.
You especially loved when they were about to cum. Then Niall’s thrusts would grow disordered, stuttering before shooting his load. Meanwhile, Arthur would throb and twitch, tentacle swelling a size bigger as he tried to cram more of his length into you, plugging you like a knot as his cum erupted. And when they recovered from their orgasm and started fucking you again, their release would mix with your slick, squelching with each thrust and slowly leaking out. The scent of your combined lust spread in the water, more still swallowed by you when Arthur came in your mouth from your and Niall’s combined efforts.
By the end of it, the three were a moaning, writhing mess. Every little move made you tremble from the stimulation, and sometimes you’d just cooled down when one touch rekindled the passion, enticing you to go again.
Eventually, you were so thoroughly fucked you felt like your head might be filled with cum.
Bliss flowed through your body along with your blood, each heartbeat radiating satisfaction, and you had no idea when you fell asleep.
where’s that article by james frankie thomas where he says like “prior to my transition there was only one kind of sex i wanted to have. and i thought i could never have it” because i am about to blow these people’s minds
i have gotten some very odd anons about this post that i’m choosing to ignore. but i am going to double down on this. no i don’t care if girls watch gay porn or imagine themselves as a gay person or wonder what it would be like to have gay sex. so many people imprison themselves by thinking they could never be gay and/or trans. well i’m telling them they better watch out. being gay and/or trans is real. and it could happen to YOU. as a matter of fact i sincerely hope it does
#tbh i think the intense stigma against “straight” ppl “fetishizing” queerness keeps a lot of ppl in the closet
#theres no harm in exploring those feelings in private. indulge in the fantasy and see where it takes u
#dont be a creep to other ppl obv but that goes w/o saying
#if id had the courage to confront the ache id feel when i thought abt lesbian sex and how id “never be able to have it” earlier
you stared down at your hands, tracing every line, every freckle, every bend that refused to straighten unless you forced them. they didnt look delicate like the others. there was a roughness to them, a raggedness you could never quite smooth out, no matter how many creams or oils you tried. they looked like the hands of someone who worked with tools, dug into the earth but you didn’t. you just had.. imperfect hands. not ugly, exactly. just not what you thought they were supposed to be.
you sighed and tucked them under your sleeves, as if that could hide the feeling, too.
later that evening, your orc boyfriend noticed your silence. he always did.
"you're thinking too loud again," he rumbled, easing down beside you on the couch. His voice was low, warm, grounding.
you gave him a soft smile, one that didn't quite reach your eyes. "just tired."
he didn't press. Instead, he reached over and took your hand gently in his. his fingers were large, calloused, scarred from battles and years of strength but steady and careful around you. he turned your hand over in his palm, studying it like it was something precious.
"these hands," he murmured, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, "they look like they've lived."
you blinked at him. "lived?"
he nodded. "not soft and untouched like glass. they've held on. to things. to people. probably too tight sometimes, yeah?" He smiled at you, teasing, but kind.
you let out a small laugh, a little embarrassed. "they're just.... ugly sometimes. Not like other girls' hands.. I don't know. I try to fix them but nothing really changes."
he shook his head. "you know what I see?" he said, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it softly. "I see hands that held mine when I didn't think I deserved it. Hands that wipe your own tears before anyone else can. Hands that reach for me, held me. Hands that have cooked delicious meals."
his voice dropped to a whisper as he looked up at you. "that's not ugly. that's brave and beautiful."
you swallowed hard. the tears surprised you, but they came anyway, quiet, relieved.
and he just held your hands tighter, like he wasn't going to let go of them ever again.
Stealthy or not, exhibitionism is fine. Voyeurism, too. But with me writing it, it’ll either be fully consensual on all fronts, or of dubious consent, at most very dubious with an element of “before trying I would have never thought that this would turn me on!”
Good to know: in my siren headcanon they are all kinda insane, and so are their mates
Divider by @cursed-carmine
The ocean has always been loud. Noisy. Bustling. Not a single day would it be still or quiet, always full of tumultuous life. It is an intrinsic part of the oceanscape, the mark of a healthy ocean.
This is especially the case in your home, a sunken human settlement now named Coral Town. The cleaning station only quiets down a little at night, every time the hunters return from the deeper waters there is a commotion, and the only way for the settlement to truly fall silent for a moment is the death of a respected resident. And even then, the funeral is always followed by a big feast to drive away the sorrow.
So for as long as you have lived there, you have never experienced a quiet day.
Until today.
Before you is an enormous chasm. It looks like something huge took a bite out of the ocean floor, leaving nothing but an abrupt edge and a bottomless hole surrounded by dead gray ground and endless quiet.
The current accidentally carried you here when you were sun basking, and now you don’t know how to get back to the town. There are no landmarks and not a single sea dweller to be heard. All that is left is the constant yet distant gurgle of deep currents. They bring cool brushes of water and a strange scent, making you subconsciously shiver.
Here feels like a place of death.
The only time you experienced this kind of feeling before was when your parents took you to visit the nearby ship graveyard. And even then, it was very lively, with all kinds of plants and fishes and other creatures.
But here, there is nothing.
Just as you are hesitating about what to do, whether to wait or aimlessly wander around, you suddenly hear something. The sound drifts with the currents, far away and hazy like mist. You strain your ears and listen for a while before realizing that it is singing, forming a meandering melody without any words.
As if hypnotized, you are drawn forward by it. Before you realize, you are already above the chasm, completely unguarded out in the open. The singing merges with the quiet rumble rising from the chasm’s abyssal depths, and your heart jumps as something emerges beneath you. Vague shadows creep up, their movement stirring the waters, slowly rising above you.
Fear creeps in and the singing fades, the rumble growing louder and louder. The shadows emit a deafening rumble as they close above you.
Yet the next moment, the shadows shake. Something seems to have hit them. They writhe, stirring the water and tossing you between them, and as you uncontrollably roll through the water, you gradually get the impression that they are fighting something.
When you are tossed dizzy, whatever is fighting the shadows hits them so hard they are forced out of the water and crack. Bright sunlight reflects off the spraying water drops in a blinding manner, twinkling like pearls. You squint, and amidst it all, you see a faint figure. Shimmering red and silver, countless neatly arranged scales resembling the far away stars of a clear night, flash in your vision.
Before you can get a better look at this unknown merperson, you fall back into the water with a splash, swallowed by the raging waves.
The overwhelming taste of blood suffuses the water and blurs your sight. Everything is red and bloody and you don’t even know where you are anymore.
Once you can see clearly again, you realize that the currents of battle have pushed you back to the furthest edge of Coral Town. When one of your friends spots you, they exclaim happily and inform everyone of your return. When they ask you what happened, you are deliberately vague. If they knew that there was a monster living near the town, or that there was someone who could easily fight said monster, wouldn’t they insist on moving away? And just when things got exciting...
A day later, both the hunters and the scavengers of the town come back with bits and pieces of beast meat. It looks like scraps of what other ocean dwellers left after discovering this big buffet, so all of it has traces of being violently torn apart.
You wonder whether the merperson from yesterday has a hand in this. If they do... The red and silver scales shimmering as they tear the beast apart with their bare hands... Just the thought makes you tremble with excitement.
Unable to resist, you sneak off to the chasm again. The taste of blood lingers here, and the unfathomable depths seem to contain a hint of red now.
It is deadly silent, even more so than when you came here before. Even the faint singing is gone.
The red and silver merperson isn’t here, either.
Unwilling to give up, you return to the edge of the chasm the day after, and again and again. Somehow, an entire month passes this way.
You eventually grow tired of just hovering there and waiting, so you start exploring. There are some rock formations near the edge of the chasm, quite big and so barren they look picked clean. Maybe they really are. One of them also has a large hollow, able to comfortably fit you while still having space for other stuff. Bored, you begin gathering interesting rocks, shell shards, sea grass and other little things to decorate the hollow.
Over the days, the hollow becomes more and more cozy, like a little nest. You are quite satisfied with it.
Just as you swim back a little to take in the whole picture, you bump into someone.
The sudden touch almost makes you jump out of your skin, and when you turn around, you come face to face with a siren, eyes like silvern stars and red scales adorning their cheeks and temples. Your heart jumps, but a second later, you recognize them as the merperson you were looking for. And so, you can’t help taking a closer look.
Long red hair, dark like blood yet with a silver shimmer, drifts in the current, and their muscular upper body and tail carry some old scars telling of fierce battles. Some of their unadorned fins are nicked, a piece of one of their finned ears is missing, and there is even a scar marring the scales on their neck, probably the result of an exceptionally dangerous encounter. But all of this only makes them look more battle hardened and powerful. Seductively so.
The Red Star towering over you lowers their eyes to scan you up and down, silver flickering beneath dense red eyelashes. Then they glance at the nest you built, raising a sharp brow.
Your heart pounds under their gaze.
“What are you doing here, little mermaid?” They ask you. Their voice is like the whispering wind, distant and cool yet like a gentle embrace.
“Just, just looking..."
The Red Star raises their eyebrow even higher. “Looking at what?"
“You."
A moment passes.
You realize what you blurted out and blush. How embarrassing. You finally meet the person you were thinking of for over a month and then this. What if they don’t like you...
“Little mermaid,” the Red Star leans closer, lifting your chin to make you look into their eyes, “were you waiting for me?"
Dizzy from their voice and proximity, you blush even harder and nod.
“Really..."
“Really!"
The corner of their mouth quirks up. “My, so obedient?"
You nod eagerly. Your senses can only perceive them, your body longs for them, awaiting their words like a devout believer waiting for their god’s divine command.
They sigh, “What a good little mate you’d make..."
“I can!” You immediately perk up. “I can be your good little mate!”
The Red Star slowly smiles. “Are you sure?"
“Yes!"
“Good,” and with that, they grab the back of your neck and draw you into a fierce kiss.
Your eyes flutter shut as you sink into the sensation. You let them press you against the rock behind you, their bigger tail entangling with your smaller one, and their unconscious hums of satisfaction make you completely give in. Thoughts swimming and brain cooked by arousal, you cling to the Red Star as your scales soften and part for them.
The siren has you completely ensnared.
Eager to be a good little mate, your hands wander over the Red Star’s body. Their scales are smooth and cool beneath your palms, the scars a little rough, and their cock... slick and warm. Protruding from a sheath between their parted scales, it rubs against your tail, leaving sticky little trails, and just by feeling it you can tell how big they are. It makes you all itchy and needy, desperate to be fucked right then and there.
Your lips separate with a smack, and they nudge you down a little to align their cock with your fully exposed pussy. Looking at it, they’re even bigger than you thought.
They take your hands from their length, pinning your wrists up against the rock, and enter.
The stretch is so big it hurts a little, causing your tail to twitch due to muscle tension. This significantly slows the Red Star down, but they just patiently continue to sink into you, caressing and kissing and praising you while tenderly forcing their way inside. “Good little mate, so tight for me... Am I too big?"
“No... Just, just perfect!"
They laugh, the sound so alluring it makes you unable to think. “Right, just perfect, like you were made for me. Only you are able to take my big fat cock, aren’t you?"
You nod excitedly. Yes, only you, no one else...
Their cock is forced to stop halfway in. They have bottomed out. Your small body currently can’t take more than this. And yet, your lower belly is already bulging obviously from their size, distended as if already holding a little clutch of eggs.
“Such a good little mate..."
Your gills flare with each breath, and a pleasurable shudder runs along your spine. You can’t help writhing in their hold, letting their tip grind against a certain spot within your depths.
“Be obedient,” the Red Star says but does nothing to curb your behavior. “If I don’t prepare you well, how are you going to take my eggs?"
You whine pitifully at their inaction.
Finally, they thrust gently to soothe you. “Okay, okay, you win, my little mate. Just relax and let me take control, and then I can go deeper. Be obedient, little mate..."
They intertwine their fingers with yours, their webs making your hands unable to move. Gentle rolls of their body result in steady thrusts, the water stirring from the motion. Your folds cling to their length as they pull back, the stretch when they push in so strong not even water can enter you, and when their cock pulses, it softly shakes your entire body.
“Just relax..."
You forget how to breathe as pleasure washes over you. Then your pussy tightens and flutters, bliss coursing through your veins in waves and slowly calming after a while.
Finally, you lay completely relaxed in the Red Star’s arms.
They smile softly, pull back to re-angle their cock, and plunge into your depths. In one smooth stroke, their entire length is shoved in.
You yelp at the sensation.
Their cock completely fills your channel, reaching deep into your womb and distending your body. They fit snugly, tail flush against yours. Just a little nudge has you trembling from stimulation, yet with their constant whispering, you are unable to feel any pain. All that is left is exhilaration at being fucked by such a powerful being, at being the good little mate of a siren.
When they finally start thrusting, your moans rise in pitch and echo through the water. The friction is so delicious you can’t close your mouth, the enormous stretch so wonderful you come within just a few thrusts.
Your tightening makes the Red Star groan, “So good, little mate... So fucking tight and sweet!"
They hug you firmly, pressing you into the rock’s hollow you’d padded with sea grass and other plants. Agitated water makes the little things you’ve placed there tremble, some even falling, and the shape of the hollow amplifies your moans and cries.
“You love me, hm? Love my big fat cock?"
“Love... love you! Love your big, big fat cock!"
“Good little mate!"
The Red Star accelerates their pace. Red with its silver shimmer blurs, like a distant star has fallen and embraced you. Their heat boils you, abrupt and fierce yet irresistible, leaving your mind stuffed with euphoric pleasure.
They arch their back to kiss you. It tingles and itches and all you can feel is them kissing and fucking you.
After a while, they slow down.
Still in the throes of pleasure, you whine pitifully, and receive a gentle bite to the crook of your neck that wanders up to your earlobe. And amidst it all, they tremble and moan, their cock bulging with a knot. This knot expands from the base upwards, pressing into your pussy and stretching you even further open. It presses their flesh into yours, locking you together, and slowly wanders through their length, deeper into you, until it reaches the halfway point and gets stuck at the exceptionally tight entrance of your womb.
The Red Star nibbles on you as they gently rock back and forth. They can barely move with the knot, or rather, egg, lodged inside you both.
“Relax... I have so many more eggs to lay in you... My good little mate, perfect for being pumped full of my eggs... It feels good, doesn’t it? It will feel even better later..."
Their voice caresses you, lulling your body into obedience.
Accompanied by enthralling pleasure, your body softens, and the egg is pressed into your womb with a throb of their cock. They continue throbbing as the egg makes its way through them and finally arrives at the tip. Its smooth, soft head grazes your insides, leaving you trembling, before being slowly forced out of its confines and falling into your womb. There, it settles, with a reassuring and pleasurable weight to it.
And just then, the second egg makes the Red Star’s cock bulge. Once more, it travels through their length, leaving both of you throbbing and trembling, and enters your womb. When it is at the tip, the third egg already has their base bulging, and by the time it is at the halfway point, the fourth starts making its way in.
Afterwards, you lose count. Egg upon egg travels through their cock and is laid in your womb, making your belly swell.
The occasional rut to get the eggs moving when they stop is soul-stirring, and the sensation of multiple eggs in your belly when there are still more being pumped into you is absolute ecstasy. Each bulge perfectly caresses your sensitive spots, triggering one orgasm after another. Your pussy is constantly fluttering around their cock and eggs, taking them so well, being praised so much you can’t think anymore.
The Red Star looks at you with satisfaction. Face flushed, eyes rolled back, and belly swollen with their eggs, you look absolutely perfect. They teasingly stick a finger into your mouth to play with your tongue, and when they have enough, they feed you some of the beast meat they brought along.
Once you have recovered, they kiss you again, caress your stomach and circle the gaping opening of your pussy.
Your heartbeat accelerates.
Their cock enters you once more. From the beginning, they thrust hard and fast, yet every time you are about to come, they stop again.
In this way, your first orgasm is only allowed when the first egg of their second clutch starts making its way into you. Your contractions lead it along, soon welcoming the second and third. The eggs seem to contend which can enter you first, squeezing in the siren’s cock and giving them a new texture as they breed you.
You can’t stop coming as the eggs are pumped into your womb. There are so many they need to readjust, sliding within you and somehow finding more space, allowing you to accommodate even more. Your brain is shut off, body submerged in an inescapable ocean of pure rapture.
Nothing else but being bred by the Red Star matters.
So I read both, Morella's wonder and Morella's wonderful assistant and I find it wonderfully (to put at the very least) arousing sorry
Okay have a wonderful day/afternoon/night!
I’m happy that you read both, and I’m very happy that my monster erotica is achieving its purpose! I started this blog to get better at writing sex scenes and chemistry between characters, so this is currently one of the highest compliments you can give me (*^‿^*)
So, thank you! You too a wonderful day/afternoon/night!
Contains: present tense, male pearl octopus merman x gn siren reader (she/they, fem genitalia), attraction at first sight, he stalks them and they're into it, reader is a little more dominant, tentacle p in v, 1.3k words, NSFW & MDNI
Divider by @pixopix
Your choir has been in the deep sea city for a while now. The neon lights illuminating the seemingly bottomless ravine fascinate you and your sisters endlessly, so much so you forget why you came here in the first place.
That is, until you spot him.
Purplish-pink tentacles carrying an iridescent shimmer, pale skin glimmering beneath the glow of neon and bioluminescent creatures, white hair drifting like a dream and round black eyes as dark as the abyssal depths of the oceanic trench — from front to end, he looks like a small, soft, weak and pliant merman.
The perfect mate.
Disregarding your sisters’ confusion, you wave your tail to swim over. Scales glitter like tiny stars plucked from the far away heavens, your form as graceful as the waves, and your frilly fins fan out beautifully. Putting your charm on full display, you do your best to draw the pearl octopus’ gaze.
He clutches at the bag slung over his shoulder as he watches you, abyssal gaze glued to your form. His breathing noticeably deepens, and he even blushes when you come closer, already looking completely infatuated.
You give him a winning smile with your mouth full of sharp teeth. Now you are close enough to catch the scent of paint clinging to him. It tickles your curiosity, making your interest go further than just skin-deep.
The pearl octopus merman greets you shyly. His thick white eyelashes look like sea foam as he blinks.
Your blood can’t help but heat up at the sight. Such a soft and squishy merman really stokes your desire to conquer. If you could hold him in your arms… his tentacles filling your brood pouch, fertilizing your eggs… Just the thought makes your insides itch with arousal.
After some quick introductions, you like him even more.
He is a painter, responsible for the Treasure Mural adorning the front of the Blue Sun Opera House, an enormous scallop-like shell said to be the remnant of an ancient god that died where it now stands. Of course, that’s not his only work, just his most well-known one. Additional paintings include the ceiling mural of the Silent Storm Hotel’s lobby, the Coral Queen portrait, the Drowned Forest…
Not that you’ve seen any of them. Like most choirs, you and your sisters are wandering sirens, never staying for long, especially not in settlements. And even if you did, likely no one would invite you inside. After all, the sirens’ notoriety isn’t for nothing.
But the small merman before you doesn’t seem to know.
Oblivious, cheeks dusted with a deep blush, he invites you home.
You happily wave at your choir and follow him.
And when you arrive at his turban shell house at the deep sea city’s outskirts, surrounded by a little yard, you are stunned. It is a small place crammed full of brushes, paint, and canvases, barely leaving some room for anything else. But what draws your attention is a series of paintings, rough yet vivid close-ups of a merperson that looks a lot like… you.
As if from the moment you entered the city, he already had his eyes on you. Watching you. Painting you.
You look at him.
The small pearl octopus merman is clearly embarrassed, fumbling even the start of his explanation. After a few words, he has to give up, as everything he can say just proves how much he has been watching you.
And you?
You are thrilled.
Gills flaring with your deep breaths, you grab his wrist and pull him over, pressing him close against your body. His skin is a little warmer than your scales, and the way his round little ears twitch makes you want to eat him.
But you want to make sure he knows what he is getting himself into. Once a siren has locked onto a target, they will never let go. Love at first sight is not a suggestion, but a divine command engraved in the bones, penetrating the soul like a harpoon. They will court, stalk, abduct and force, using hypnotizing siren song to confuse the target’s senses and make them willing. It is a forceful love with no way out, brutal and most tender.
You expect him to hesitate. Yet with each word you speak, your little pearl octopus merman only looks increasingly infatuated. His abyssal eyes hold only you, his cheeks so red he appears feverish, pearlescent tentacles softly clinging to your tail.
He knows.
He is willing.
And he is overjoyed you want him.
The soft little merman can’t help himself; he raises his head, jaw and neck forming a beautiful, fragile curve, and presses a fervent kiss to your cold lips. A tentacle-like tongue entangles with yours. Hands and tentacles stroke your body, skin and scales warmed by his tender touches filled with unspeakable adoration.
You eagerly kiss him back, almost as if to devour him. Your claws dig into his skin and you hold him flush against your body, guiding him to sink with you.
His tentacles eagerly roam, suckers gently clinging to your scales. One of his tentacles has a noticeably different tip, first tapered, then bulging, then tapered again, lacking the pearl-like suckers and resembling a leaf. It crawls up your tail, caressing your fins before finding your pussy. Scales warm and soften, opening a gap for him to enter.
Your little mate, trembling with excitement, takes the opportunity to slip in.
Both of you moan at the intoxicating sensation.
His bulging tip is squeezed by your tight wet hole, the soft tentacle pulsing gently as he slowly sinks deeper. The slight stretch is so delicious your fins flutter, and then you feel his suckers teasing your entrance.
A current of pleasure runs along your spine, making you arch into your mate’s embrace.
His tentacles tighten around you, needily clinging to you until there are no gaps left, and he starts thrusting. The tentacle plunges deep into your pussy. Suckers graze your tender walls, lightly pulling on your insides. His leaf-like tip caresses your core, and he pushes forward like he wants to cram the entire length of his tentacle cock into you, stretch you wide open and fill you to the brim.
Amidst his thrusting, his tentacles keep wandering over your body. They brush over your fins and knead your chest in an almost ticklish manner, heightening your arousal and excitement.
Water stirs and bubbles and warms as he fucks you, the friction heating your bodies. It flows through you like blood, stirring your desire to hunt and devour, yet touching the little pearl octopus merman, it is translated into utmost tenderness. You stroke your mate’s tentacles and playfully bite his tongue, eliciting a wonderful moan from him and causing him to thrust harder.
Every time his suckers attach to your pussy he makes you shudder, and your grip on him leaves him in tears of ecstasy. A moment later, his cock pulses, a stream of cum erupting from the tip amidst stuttering thrusts.
You clearly feel it inside you. Warm and viscous, it fills your hole, a few drops spilling out and slowly dissipating into the surrounding water. Its smell hangs between you, entering your system with each breath, and you reflexively swallow. Your heart pounds, your body throbs, your mind screaming for something you cannot name.
And then, like a wave crashing into a cliff, an orgasm washes over you.
Your mind blanks out as exhilarating pleasure floods your mind and body. Tail and hands twitching, you come so hard you lose awareness of your surroundings for a good while.
When you recover, you find your little mate snuggled on top of you, tentacles still clinging to your tail, and a small, perfectly round pearl shimmering between his fingers.
The pearl octopus merman raises his head and looks at you with a dazzling smile.
