I saw this hot post where it was like "playing horsey with daddy" and it was a girl riding this guy and fuckkkk that's so amazing 😵💫😵💫. Calling it "horsey" is lowkey sexy
Mmmm, I don't even know what to say. It is just so sad🥲
So unfair for those who patiently waiting. Someone was mean to you?
I'm so sorry! It's not cause of any hate, it's just a lot has been going on personally. I should've told y'all about this beforehand though, I apologize
Someone tell me why I can feel utterly repulsed by sexual stuff sometimes. Like, sometimes I'm all about it and stuff, but other times it disturbs me? Am I like fucked in the head? Lol
You're not supposed to be here. The air stinks of predator, of blood and death and piss, marking a huge swath of scrubby, tangled forest. It's the territory of Blackclaw, a beast so wicked that your colony says the souls he's claimed waft off of him like smoke. But you spotted your favorite red berries in there a couple of days ago and you haven't been able to stop thinking about them since. If there is one thing you'd break all the rules for, it's those. Your colony thinks you're out foraging, so no one will bother you and demand you share your glorious find. You have to get to the berries first, though.
Blackclaw's scent is strong, not fresh; he hasn't been here in a while. You listen carefully to the sounds of the forest as you hop over the invisible boundary line. When nothing happens you breathe a little easier, keeping alert for even the softest snap of a twig. You make your way over to the berry bush and begin to pick them. They're so plump and warm! You can't resist eating as you work, juicy sweetness bursting on your tongue...
You don't notice the shadow until it's too late. A massive shaggy form leaps on you, pressing you to the ground. As you try to shriek for help claws press down on your mouth. It's Blackclaw, and he's just as fearsome as the stories say, missing fur in places where scars bulge, long since healed.
"Hmmm, seems like I have company. What are you doing here, little rabbit?" He growls, peering at you through his one good eye.
"I'm sorry!" You squeak. "I just wanted the berries! You won't eat them anyway and they're ripe and I didn't want to waste them..."
"You trespassed for berries?" He laughs, the sound shaking your small frame. "Fool!"
"P-please don't eat me."
He shoves his horrid snout with all those sharp teeth against your neck. His nose is cold and wet.
"You smell divine." His greedy hand squeezes your waist. "And you are soft and warm."
His scent changes, growing electric with lust, and despite all your instincts screaming you can't help but take in his scent, your little tail wiggling with interest. Why does he smell so good?
"How daring," he whispers, his voice laced with longing. "Did you think I wouldn't notice an intruder on my land?"
"T-then maybe you should punish me," you whisper, unable to look into his battle-hardened eyes.
"That so?" He drawls and scents you again, smelling your desire for him growing as it pools in your belly. "Fool," he growls. "Roll over then. Present yourself for me."
You hurry to get on your hands and knees, unable to help the squeal you let out when he knocks your arms out from under you, sending your face crashing to the ground.
"Ow, that hurt!" You cry out indignantly.
"I would not hurt my little toy," he grunts, grabbing your hips and mounting you.
"I'm not a toy--"
He thrusts his slick cock into you and you forget how to speak, whimpering as he rocks into you.
"How long it has been!" He pants, caging you in with his body, pushing all the way with one sharp snap of his hip. "Hush now, don't cry, little rabbit. I will be nice to you."
You sniffle and moan as you struggle to take him. His scent billows around you, calming you somewhat. He rocks his hips slowly, coaxing you to open for him as he lifts a hand to his mouth, gnawing off a claw so that he can stroke your clit with the rough pad of his finger.
"Easy," he mumbles to himself. "Your cunt takes me so well, little rabbit. So tight and warm."
You moan in response, your hips arching back into his, beginning to beg for more as your bunny hormones start to kick in. His cock swells inside you and each thrust makes his knot brush against your tight entrance.
"What do you say, do you want my knot, little rabbit? Do you want my corrupted seed deep inside you?"
"Yes, please!" You whine. "Oh, I'm going to cum. Please keep touching me."
You grab his hand and keep it jammed between your legs, rubbing at your clit. He huffs out a cruel laugh.
"You should have trespassed sooner."
"I just wanted the berries," you protest.
"And yet, you have gotten so much more. I will give you a belly full of pups, yes?"
You nod frantically, squirming as you try to stuff his knot into your aching pussy. The berries are long forgotten now, traded in favor of this throbbing cock you're impaled on. You cum before you can manage, wailing in ecstasy as he sneers praises in your ears. He thrusts into you one more time, forcing his way inside, making room for his knot which fits into you so perfectly that you want to weep, sighing in pleasure as his cum fills you just the way you like, making your belly swell as there's no were else for his cum to go.
He grinds his hips against you, ensuring his cum reaches your cervix for the best chance to get pups. And if it doesn't take this time he'll do it again and again, always with his knot to keep even a drop from escaping. You're too fucked out to complain when he surges forwards and places a mating bite on your neck, sinking his teeth in deep enough to leave a mark so that everyone will know that you're his.
