Just for funsies

38 | Taken

[guyexplorer]

[circles-vs-squares]

Youre lying on your front, hugging a pillow. Your hips are in the lap of a large, hypnotically beautiful creature, her cock slowly thrusting into your dripping hole. 

It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

Youve been fucking her for ages now, delirious from sex you have lost your concept of time. 

You dont know what she is, but she has markings along her back and arms that glow softly, she has musical tones on her breath as she groans, and she has a thick cock with a cross on the head that you kissed deeply. 

You feel her cock pulsing inside you. You are raw and sensitive and tingling all over. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you closer, deeper, she drags her nails along your back. Groaning happily, sort of like a panflute, she falls into a rhythm grinding her hips against you. 

You are so wet, shes fucked you so thoroughly its like youve conformed to her shape, your hole has been made into her perfect cocksleeve.

You grind on her, enjoying the extra sensation of ... uh, her cock must be thicker at the base. You decide you like that. Her hands on your hips dont let you go too far. She likes to be deep inside you. 

The odd sensation, and a small alarm in your mind, dont go away. As her cock gets thicker inside of you, she groans and gasps with effort that grinding shouldnt take. Horror dawns as you finally realise its an egg. 

You push onto your elbows to get up, but her hand between your shoulder blades says you cant. With strength you cant match, she clutches your thigh and drags you deeper onto her like a good bitch. 

You cry out with each thrust making you take the egg a milimeter more, pushing you closer to a limit - she doesnt relent. 

Even when you find the limit, when she cant make you take it any more, when it feels like shes slamming a knot that just isnt going to fit - she doesnt stop. 

Oh god, you cant take it. You cant. She leans down, gravity on her side as she thrusts into you, chittering softly. You are pounded by it, you feel your slick hole giving in a bit more each time. 

It feels inevitable, she thrusts and grinds it but her cock is so deep already. Its going inside of you, oh god shes going to make you take it! 

Her egg SLAMS inside of you, the shock makes you scream. The stretching of your lips was the worst part, but now you are full and its different. Your breathing is ragged, the pain and weight inside you is making you dizzy. 

She relaxes now, pushing it deeper inside of you with no resistance. Her ovipositor does exactly what it was always going to do, you feel the egg drop inside of you. 

You whine as your hole stretches once more, another egg at your entrance. 

She gives you 7. You didnt count on purpose, but they took all of your attention. 

The fifth and sixth were easy for her to force inside, but you screamed with the shock every time. The widest part of the egg never got easier.  Those were harder for her to deposit though, she was breathing hard and each stroke jostled the rest of her brood inside you.  

The seventh is the worst. It feels like the biggest - but youve thought that for each of them.

Weary, he changes the position, and pulls you on top of her. She wont let her cock leave your bruised, aching hole. You  see how the egg sits in her ovipositor for the first time, her cock swollen with it, like a threat. 

You feel it pressing on your sloppy hole and sob as you weakly slide down. Shes not even thrusting, its like shes taking a break. This one you will be taking yourself. Wont you, slut. 

Without her pounding, its the slowest one. You feel every ridge of that damn cock as you stretch and slip slowly slowly down. 

She thrusts upwards into you, she fucks you with the egg, dragging it in and out, deeper upwards each time. You groan weakly, her strong hands holding your hips tightly. Her ethereal eyes hold your gaze fast. 

You cry out as you finally take it. Her good little broodmare, taking her all eggs like that. She sit up a bit and strokes your face. You shudder with pleasure as the egg is pushed upwards, and finally it joins its bretheren. 

She pulls you aside and lays you on the bed next to her. You cant believe how heavy you are. Her touch is so soft and loving now. 

You cant believe how empty your hole feels as her ovipositor finally falls out. 

You gingerly touch your stomach, horror tightening your throat as you realise youre going to have to push all of these back out. 

You cant believe how wet it makes you.

[rottingbedframe]

i'm gonna fuck this knot into you. the cock itself already gives you enough of a stretch that you're arching your back and drooling like a good little slut. then i push harder and you almost try to squirm away instinctively, but i hold onto your pretty hips and make sure you take it. as i keep pushing, breath-takingly slow, the stretch starts to burn and your legs tremble. you mewl in protest, but your thighs are soaking wet so i know that you just want more. i reach the widest part of my knot and i pause, pulling your ass cheeks apart to admire how your pussy looks stretched so obscenely around it. your hips start to buck slightly—even through the pain, you can't help but subconsciously keep trying to fuck yourself on it. i let you indulge for a few seconds, watching your taut skin roll back and forth against my knot, leaving a wet trail wherever it touches. eventually, i can't wait any longer and i sink it fully into you, making you moan and drop your head to the bed as your cunt swallows the knot whole. i sit in it, enjoying the warm tightness and rocking back slightly against your entrance. from inside, my knot makes your pussy bulge, and it keeps sucking me back in, desperate to stay plugged up. but that's not my plan.

once i'm ready, i start pulling my knot out again and you start to whine, but your legs keep sliding farther and farther apart for me and your pussy is pulsing pathetically around my cock. i keep pulling and pulling until i'm at the widest part again and your toes curl at the feeling as i tease you there again, holding your pussy as open as possible for me. you moan something incoherent that sounds like it could be, "please," but you're way past talking at this point. slowly, i pull the knot out of you, and despite the considerable girth of my cock, you find yourself almost feeling empty, like you're missing something. i watch your pussy twitch against my cock, squeezing itself again and again in a desperate attempt to feel the stretch again. i knead your ass cheeks in my hands and fuck you shallowly for a few more seconds, allowing your cock-drunk mind to start catching up with your pussy.

but one single pump isn't enough. i can't hold back any more. i grab ahold of your hips again for stability and start pounding my knot into your pussy mercilessly, making you squeal and clench even tighter around me in surprise. with each pump, there's a slight stutter, a moment of give as your pussy stretches out to its widest point. but i keep punching that fat knot into you, over and over and over again until your pussy is no longer too tight for a smooth ride. you haven't stopped moaning or blubbering, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out like the braindead whore you are.

once i'm satisfied, i pull apart your ass cheeks again and slowly pull the knot then my cock out, your pussy spasming and seizing after the brutal fucking. once it's empty, the gape is beautiful, clenching desperately on nothing; even after i've broken your pussy, it's begging for more.

[incvbvsribbons]

Love the idea of casual, household free use. Sitting down on the couch next to you while you’re watching tv, just to pull you onto my lap, slide a hand up your skirt and just start rubbing your clit through your panties until a wet spot formed. Groping your tits with my other hand while you stutter through an explanation about what you’re watching, taking your shirt off without missing a beat. You’d grind on my hand while you unzip and unbutton my pants, sliding my cock out and eagerly pushing your panties to the side to shove it in while you ask me about my day. I’d love to tell you about how busy work was, and about the people I had to deal with while you whimper out little “uh huh”s with each bounce. Suddenly I’d grab your waist, shoving you all the way onto my cock as I cum deep inside of you, feeling you relax and lie back against my body, grabbing my hands and placing them on your tits, holding onto them while I squeeze and play with them. “I missed my good girl” you’d hear whispered in your ear as you cockwarmed me for the next few hours splayed over me while I lazily rubbed circles on your clit, watching tv and taking in each other’s company.

[club--69--sixty--nine]

Sixty Nine Club

[liquorclean2]

[lustandlove2]

[waifuwater]

[zxmzxmzxm]

[abyssyby]

i cant stop thinking about sylus in a reality dating show like singles inferno and just zeroing on you for the whole experience. like his world stopped spinning and his lungs have shrunk just at the mere sight of you— and it's ridiculous to him that of all the places in the universe your fates could have collided, it was on an island before cameras in a pool of people who'd be vying for your hand.

and he's pumped, he's ready. nevermind his initial protest to the big twins who signed him up for the fun of it & his then spite to join and come out the other end with victories and his dignity intact. no, now he's really in it to win, for you to notice, for him to take you to paradise.

he's kind, always, but it seems like he's got blinders on whenever you walk into a space. humming to conversations that barely require his input, eyes too busy trailing your movements, head tilting ever so slightly towards the sound of your laughter. it's so stupid, he thinks, to find you here, after overturning every stone and mountain to find you before then. here, looking for love he's been dying to give to you. he'll win your heart, he's determined. all he needs is your permission.

you start choosing him in campfire games, slipping cards in his pidgeon hole that says great job in the game!, thanks for the coffee and you're not so scary and— his favorite— sitting next to him during meal times. he makes sure to grab you water and serve you meat when he catches you staring at the serving bowl for too long.

at one point, you start showing interest in someone else. nothing major, just to play the game, get to know people and get around. though, you always catch yourself thinking about sylus. how he'll always be at the seat by the cliff before sunset, beside an empty chair. waiting for someone to share it with. you always hesitate. you never assume. but you always want to. pulled by his kindness and mystery. so when you do gather up the strength to meet him there, you’re surprised to see him sitting with someone else.

[hypnopum]

“Awh, plaything, what’s wrong? Is the vibrator a bit too intense?” Your hypnotist asked, leaning over you, tied down on the bed. The vibrator was strapped between your legs. You nodded, desperately at them. You felt like your mind and body were breaking.

“Yeah? Can’t you take it?” You shook your head, whimpering. “Too bad.” They leant back up, eyes roaming hungrily over your body. “I explained that it wasn’t coming off until I was satisfied. And I’m not satisfied. I think I can wring another orgasm from your helpless body. Your weak mind.”

Your moans became louder, more pronounced. “So, no. I don’t care how intense it is, sweetie. You said you wanted as much pleasure as I could give you.” You vaguely remembered that. It felt like it had been hours ago. “So that’s what you’re getting. In fact… Sensitize.”

They pressed their hand to your chest as they said it, and your whole body became more aware of the pleasure. The terrible, terrible pleasure that you were feeling. “There we go. Oh, is it unbearable? Cute. You make such delightful sounds when you’re like this.”

Their smile grew as they continued to watch you. “Go on, beg me to stop.” They said.”

The words began to fall from your lips immediately, in a panicked stream. “Please, please stop, please take it off, I can’t take it, I’ll accept punishment, I’ll be good, I-I-I-”

They held up a finger. “No. If you really want to stop, you can safe word. I won’t be upset, it’s your call.” They paused, giving you a chance. But no. Even if it was too much, it felt… Perfect. There was a part of your brain that was delighting in being used like this.

“That’s what I thought, sweetie. But if you want punishment, for failing to take it?” Again, their eyes trailed over you, their smile becoming a smirk. “This is your punishment, my little trance slut. But hey, I will help, even a little. Drop.” They tapped you on the forehead.

Your mind switched off, instantly. There were no thoughts, no frenzied desperate needs. Just the pleasure, spiking its way deeper into your brain. “There you go. Now it’s just your body being overstimulated. Your mind won’t get in the way.”

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[cecehectori]

do you remember this song? 🎵

[ozzy-otaku-deactivated20171002]

Words Worth

Delta 01

[temixart]

[icarustits]

knotting toys are my absolute favourite now.... feeling it blow up inside me........ watchimg his eyes just remain plastered on my cunt as it gapes from his cock. cum dripping down and out even though i wished it was still shoved into my womb.

i didnt even realise he was fisting me until the video, my first time ever and it got to be taken by him. i love him so much, he is fucking incredible. my soulmate, forever.

bonus: my revenge

[feraltboymutt]

I'll never forget the sound my knot made pulling him open. It was almost as pretty as the cock drunk noise he made when it locked inside him for the first time.

[tcs1992]

and the last post of the year is |Rivka having sex with tentacles ! (omg I’m lame ;7;)

but I think she’s enjoying and I wish I could be there lol

[wereknightpreg]

holy paladin with a cursed pregnancy. as their belly grows, they get weaker and sicker. soon, they're too weak to get out of bed, gaunt and grey-faced, except for their round, fertile belly that's teeming with life. the paladin whimpers whenever a strong movement ripples across their taut skin. they don't know what they're carrying, but it can't be human.

[wereknightpreg]

Thinking about this again. Imagining a paladin knocked up by some kind of plantmonster, or a nature spirit of some kind.

His alarmingly swollen belly has a green tinge that's only growing deeper. He can no longer digest food, but craves sunlight on his skin.

There's skinny vines, like ivy, clinging around his things and hips. Only when he spreads his legs can you see they come from inside. Whatever's in there, it's fucking him, making him tremble in ecstasy and shame.

[wereknightpreg]

Or maybe there's a magic user, an evil druid or witch, who had lured the paladin into their trap months ago and has been 'looking after' him ever since.

He doesn't quite remember how long he's been imprisoned in their hut, but he knows it was early spring when he set out to slay the monster and now the leaves are turning brown.

At least his captor takes care of his screaming, ravenous needs, but it's hardly a relief when it sets off the thing (things?) inside.

What do they want with something so monstrous anyway?

[wereknightpreg]

Or maybe he dragged himself home, barely making it, something monstrous taking root in his belly, but grateful to be alive.

Is he welcomed with open arms? If so, the healers do not understand what's wrong with him. They can only keep him as comfortable as possible while they watch his belly swell.

Or perhaps he's rejected for his heinous sin. Any protestations about being overpowered by a magical, living plant fall on uncaring ears. His purity has been (thoroughly and obviously) compromised, and he can't remain with his order, looking so... fecund.

[wereknightpreg]

Where can he turn? Perhaps he ends up flat on his back, being examined by one of the town's shadier witches. He spends the next months in their home, hiding away from the world while his belly grows round and ripe, never quite sure about his helper's motives. Is the witch helping him out of pity, or because he's carrying something valuable? Will he give birth and be free, or has he become a living plantpot?

[wereknightpreg]

Or maybe he stumbles out of the only home he's ever known, rejected, wandering the busy town all day, trying to hide his shameful secret.

In the end, a retired warrior takes him in. He's surprised but extremely grateful to be receiving so much care and affection. The two soon end up in bed together, but it seems the thing inside the paladin is hungry for more. By morning, there's a single, slender stalk growing between the warrior's legs. Before long, they have matching swollen bellies.