Eldritch horror who has been watching you for months. He doesnāt understand why youāre so interesting, you just are. So he watches you all the time. Itās almost amusing how you never seem to feel him lurking around. His energy is so strong yet youāre so oblivious.
Eldritch horror who begins to feel possessive over you. He wants you to himself. Like the cute pet you are. So your dates weirdly start to disappear. Any date you go on, good or bad will go missing.
Eldritch horror who senses a particular guy you felt attracted to, so he kills him and takes over his body. Now he can really be with you. He retains that person memories, so he can behave exactly how youād expect him to. He does slip at times, saying things he shouldnāt know. But thatās ok, he will just use his powers to alter your memories each time.
Eldritch horror who doesnāt see you as more than just a pet, but he is so so obsessed with you. And will slowly break away at your mind until you will be as gentle and pliant as he wants you to.
Claws meant to maim, trailing gently through your hair, scratching ever so gently at your scalp.
Teeth sharp enough to rend flesh from bone, grinning as they nuzzle against your neck.
Skin as thick as armor encasing muscle that could break through even the toughest of stone, pressing against you as they make sure not to squeeze too tight.
A body built to instill fear and devastation, falling to worship as if you were the only God they knew.
I need i need some pov from the monster It doesn't matter what kind. I just want to know how their mind started to lose around the reader. Reading the carpenter fanfic makes me think of scenarios where they had to hold back and are haunted by the idea of the reader when the town loves to gossip about the new human or even remember the colour of the furniture from the reader's house.
If you don't want to do the carpenter I don't mindddddd i just want to see the monster losing their mind/screechhh
Connected to this and this
Hey Love! You are so right about how the town just loves to gossip.
I mean, can you imagine, a cute human moving into a supernatural town? Did you see how she tried to haggle with the dragon that owns the antique store? She's either the bravest soul around or impeccably stupid. Although, his money is on the secret third option being absolutely hilariously oblivious. How else did she miss the way smoke billowed from Alec's nostrils and her response was "Vaping is bad you know." It was that moment, the moment he was snorting out a surprised hearty laugh at his friend's expense that he knew he needed to know more about this strange little human.
When he learned that you were moving into the little rancher next door, well that was just the kind of good luck he'd been missing in his life. He knew that house well, spent years helping the old woman that used to live there fix it up, he knew exactly what it needed, and he was happy to tell you as such. He was also thanking any god that would listen that you were oblivious, because his eyes couldn't stay on yours, not when you opened the door and greeted him with such a sweet smile, and shorts that were just a little too short.
He'd spend weeks, showing up every day after you get home from work offering to help fix the creak in the steps, the leaning cabinet door, the seal in your window. Hell he was starting to think about learning plumbing so he had a reason to keep coming over. To keep learning about how you decorate, how you live, everything he can about you.
"Darlin' I don't think I've ever met someone young as you own so many flower things. Where in the hell did ya' even find a flower couch?" He asks one night after making himself very comfortable on said couch as he watches you walk around in an oversized shirt and shorts that disappear under them. He can't help but think you'd look better in one of his shirts, or better yet nothing at all. He lets out a barely audible growl as he pulls an embroidered pillow onto his lap needing to adjust himself as you plop down beside him.
"It was my grandma's you jerk."
"Right, and the flower quilt, and curtains, and table cloth, and-" He gets cut off when you playfully shove against him laughing, taking a beat too long to pull away and he has to grip that damn flower couch for dear life, almost afraid his claws will rip through it, all to keep himself from pulling you closer.
"Floral prints are nice! Not everything has to be made of wood you mountain man!" Your tone is playful, your lips are pulled into a sweet smile. His eyes are glued to those lips, full and bright and so perfect. What would they taste like? What would you taste like? He has a real heard time focusing on the movie that night.
He has a real hard time focusing every night, well... that not exactly true. He's very focused, focused on the way you smell, the little stolen touches he manages to get, the way you fill out your clothes, the smooth shine to your lips. They have got to be the softest lips he's ever had the pleasure of dreaming of. He's especially focused when he notices the others in the town trying to get too close.
Some of them are being friendly sure, he does his best to keep his claws away when you're chatting with someone at the market, he insisted he come with you, he's not going to ruin it by embarrassing you. But when the damn fox sifter asks for a lock of your hair to add to her collection... you might have been right. Picking you and carrying you out of the bar was probably an overreaction. But he didn't like the way that little ginger sat so close to you, and when she touched you, well... it was the safer option than starting a fight then and there.
And when he opened his back door, about to walk over to yours and he caught that scent, saw your windows open. He's mighty glad he knows how to fix a door frame. Because his may or may not have ended up somewhere in his back yard as he debated on joining you before his instincts took over.
You look at your boyfriend, he sits on the couch a dreadfully serious look on his normally playful face he looks almost scared.
"Babe, I have the most serious question I will ever ask you right now." He says his eyes darting to the window in almost panic as the moonlight starts to shine through.
Big hungry hands grip at your clothes, pulling you closer. A thud is the only warning you have as the monster before you falls to their knees, gripping the sides of your shirt so tightly you're sure their claws will tear straight through the fabric.
"Please. Stay." The words are soft, softer than you've ever heard from them before almost weak as they hide their face in the plushness of your stomach.
"Stay with me, I'll be good. I swear it. I will be good. Just stay. Please." They whisper as if sending prayers into your skin. For a moment you're frozen, hands hovering in the air, but only for a moment before they fall to rest in the monsters hair intertwining with the dark locks. Unsure if you're about to pull them away or even closer.
We can absolutely blame bg3 for this but....karniss. drider. I would be the most grateful for male drider content. Us Karniss girlies are starved and i want this drider to bite and claim me as his mate. May i please request feral mating frenzy drider content?
I am going to be so honest babes, I haven't played or looked at anything from that game. BUT I will do my best. (I AM SO SORRY I MESSED UP AND HAD TO RUSH THIS š)
MDNI
M!Drider x F!human reader, Mating season, web use as bondage, size difference, attempted breeding, it doesn't fit, that does not stop him,
Your wrists strained against the silk bindings holding them high above your head. Body arching as yet another orgasm made your body arch and strain into the massive hips of your lover moaning at the feeling of the smooth hardness of his exoskeleton as it meets the flesh of his human upper half.
You weren't exactly sure what round you were on anymore, or if this even counted as separate rounds. He didn't exactly give you breaks as he pumped you full of thick cum again and again.
When you first wandered into the cave looking for him after he went MIA you were not expecting to be immediately pinned to the cave floor by two long spider legs as he looked down at you. Apparently, drider mating season was much later in the year than you thought it was. And now you were very effectively trapped in his web as he used you to release all of the pent up energy, not that you were particularly complaining.
"Pretty little thing." He coos, his hands running down your arms as he inches even closer. It's impossible to ignore the way his long fingers feel against your skin as they run over every inch of you, stopping for just a moment between your glistening thighs, collecting a generous sweep of your own wetness and cum that had slipped from your abused hole. He lifted it, inspecting the collection on his fingers before frowning slightly.
"Need to fill you again. It keeps coming out." He says, not even a huff to his voice before sliding the fingers across your lips, pressing against them until you open your mouth to greedily suck at the digits as they press hard against your tongue. As you suck at his fingers his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you steady as you hear the gently clicks of his spider bottom half step closer. You feel his leaking cock line up to impale you again and let out a long whimpering moan. Two of his long, thin spider legs clicking against the wall you're propped against as he shifts himself. You're already overstimulated, if he hadn't used his web to secure you at the perfect height there was no way you'd still be able to even use your legs to stand. You weren't sure you'd be able to stand for days after this either way.
You barely get a chance to enjoy the way his ridged cock slides into you with how fast he thrusts into you, hitting your cervix with his brutal trust. He growls in frustration, a good quarter of his long cock unable to press inside of you despite the way he tries desperately to bottom out. You look down, where the two of you meet and moan at the obscene sight. Your swollen raw pussy swallowing as much of him as it can as he presses instantly against your cervix, the pressure making you squirm in an attempt to alleviate some of it, your belly bulging slightly as he chases your hips adding even more pressure. All the while you see the ridges and shallow valleys that line up along him, just as you feel them rippling against your sensitive walls as he pulls out.
"Can't even fucking fit me." He growls out, thrusting back in starting a brutal unforgiving pace as he thrusts into you each one making you cry out as the ridges roll over your g-spot on repeat and the head of his cock hits your cervix hard enough to bruise. "Doesn't matter, I'll fill you up, fuck so much cum into you until you're nice and swollen."
Tears collect in the corners of your eyes, spilling over as he thrusts again and again, your body tensing around him as the stimulation on your oversensitive g-spot builds you to yet another climax. The second your body clenches around him his lips crash against yours in a messy kiss of teeth and tongue as he swallows your almost pained cry of pleasure. His own climax hitting him, painting your insides again and again with thick hot cum, his dick twitching with each spurt.
When he pulls away this time he is breathless his voice hoarse, hunger still clear in his eyes as he watches the mess covering your thighs grow as his seed drips out of your swollen puffy cunt.
Working on a draft in my phone notes I found this titled only Vampire Courting. I'll just pop it here for now.
I once cursed the shadows as they held me in the chill of their embrace but now I find myself begging for hers to fall on me. I find even her coldest moments warmer than the sun.
I would plead the star away if only it meant she would be my light.
Each glance has me begging with a god I no longer believe in for another, and yet I find myself only in her shadow, who's chill I embrace as if it were a summer's day.
Please please please make another post about the shifter next door! Iām obsessed with how he calls the fmc darlinā and helps her with her house remodel. I need to know what happens next! Can the other neighbors smell it too? Is he the only one?
HI! Hello! Howdy!
I did actually make a direct continuation of this. You can find it
Here
This is actually part of a long standing day dream plot of a town of all different kinds of shifters because... Because well I like them and don't have a better reason š
*slaps hands on table* THAT BEAR SHIFTER CARPENTER BETTER BREED THIS VIRGIN CUZ I WANT HIM TO WANT ME YOOOOHOOOO
š¤øšš¤ø LET'S GOOOOO
This has been highly requested, like HIGHLY requested and asked for and I have the motivation for it right now so while others are worked on lets roll with this!
This is for the absolutely everyone that asked for more, sent a comment, ask or anything in-between. Genuinely thank you so much!
MDNI
M!Bear shifter x F!Reader, oral sex, explicit sex scene, breeding kink, this is a direct continuation of: this
"Please. Tell me I can taste you." He pants, his teeth growing longer, his fingers ending in what are definitely claws, his body seeming to grow. You stare at him for what feels like hours, but really its only seconds before a very soft, almost shaky, "Okay" falls from your lips. He meets your stare, the deep brown of his eyes darkening, turning almost black as he lets out a huff, his lips pulling up into a lop sided smirk, the now sharp points of his teeth on clear display as he parts his lips and he shakes his head. Leaning closer you feel the way his hot breath rushes over the sensitive skin of your neck.
"No Darlin' I said tell me." His voice is low and husky as he presses even closer to you, his large body pinning you to the wall but his lips never meeting your skin as he stays hovering just shy of kissing your neck.
In that very instant your brain turns into mush, liquefying at the way his slight southern twang pronounces the words and the thought of telling him what to do. But he stays still, his body tense and tight as he leans into you, his lips never meeting your skin but his breath getting heavier the longer he is this close to you, this close to your scent.
"Y-you can taste me." You finally stutter out, your entire body hot as you try to catch your own breath, mesmerized by the way his body tenses and shifts and grows before your very eyes as he struggles to maintain control. With a long, low, rumbling growl his hands grip your thighs, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. His lips meet your neck as he makes his way through your halls. His familiarity with your house something you're insane grateful for as he pushes open the door to your bedroom, his lips and teeth never leaving your neck as he throws both of you onto the bed, the mattress and frame groaning and creaking under your combined weight.
"Been waitin', waitin' for a chance to get you on here. Lay you out, fill you up then lick you clean." His voice sounds deeper now, deeper than you've ever heard it before as he hovers over you. "You didn't even notice, the way I was always here, always watchin', sittin' with you to make sure no one else in the town could get close enough to get in my way while I made my move to make you mine. Always doing anything you asked, makin' sure you're happy here, that you're gonna stay." His large claw tipped fingers making easy work of your shirt and shorts leaving you laying beneath him in nothing but your panties.
He leans away and his eyes are completely dark now as he drinks in the sight of you, his chest heaving as he looks down at you, his hands moving to slide over your exposed skin, savoring the way your soft smooth skin feels against his rough calloused hands. His thumbs catching either side of your panties as he pulls them down, the roughness of his knuckles feeling almost sinful against the skin of your thighs. You look up at him almost confused, he was what? Guarding you from the other shifters in the town? That's why he was always over at your place helping and then relaxing with you. This whole time hes been marking a territory around you that you didn't even know existed and that thought did something to your brain. Made your hips push up into his touch as he kissed his way down your stomach.
"Then you go and make the whole neighborhood smell like the sweetest kind of sin. I could smell you the second I opened my door, so could three others, they even came out to check it out. Gotta be more careful than that Darlin'. You're lucky I was the closest one." He says, his exploration down pausing as he presses kisses against your hips, shifting on the bed to pull you closer to the edge, and kneeling between your spread legs. "You gonna share what got you so hot an' bothered you didn't even bother to close the windows before you started fucking yourself silly?"
The way he settled between your thighs, that rare curse the sounded so much dirtier coming from him, his touches and eyes watching you so carefully. It all made you so wet, so turned on you found it almost impossible to stay still as you squirmed under his touch as he rubbed up and down your thighs.
"I... I was..." You're not sure really how to phrase it, if you should even admit what you were thinking about, but at this point you're so lost there's no real reason to hide. "I was thinking about you... About what it would be like if you were... With me." This admission made him pause, a toothy fang filled grin lighting up his face.
"Good girl." He nearly purred before burying his face between your legs. His tongue and teeth lapping and nipping at the sensitive skin. You moan, grinding your hips into his mouth until his hands come up, pinning your hips to the bed, holding you still as he feasts on your sopping cunt. His tongue thrusts into you, lavishing you with so much attention it is a nearly devotional act. He rests one large arm over your waist, a silent order to keep still, as his other hand releases you, his fingers replacing his tongue inside you as he moves to suckle and nip at your clit. You moan, your body shaking as he fucks two fingers into you, curling them just right, before adding a third. Fuck did it feel good, the way he stretched you out on his fingers, the way his fangs hit the sensitive bud as he brought you higher and higher pressing you closer to the edge.
"Fuck! Yes! I'm-" You don't even get to finish your words before your orgasm is crashing over you, soaking his fingers and chin even more. Before you can even start to come down, his fingers are out pressed against your lips as he stands, still between your legs.
"Open Darlin'." With a soft moan your mouth falls open, his fingers pushing in to let you taste yourself on his fingers. You don't notice the exact moment he sheds his clothes, too busy licking and sucking at his fingers you also really didn't care. Your eyes flutter as you felt the head of his cock press against your still fluttering cunt. You tensed for just a moment as you felt him press into you, he was big, thick. You gasped around his fingers in your mouth, he leaned down, pressing messy wet kisses against your cheeks and neck, removing his fingers from your mouth to slide his hand down, using it to stabilize your hips under him.
"Shh, relax beautiful, you can do it." He cooed gently against the skin of your cheek, his bead hair rubbing against your smooth skin as he nuzzled into your neck. "Fuck you're so tight, so amazing. Let me fill you up, fill you up so full you'll feel it for days." He whispered against your skin, sinking deeper, slowly pressing in further as your body slowly accommodated his size. You let out a soft whimper when he finally presses his pelvis against yours. He stays still, holding onto you tightly before giving an experimental shallow thrust. You moan, the stretch and way he hits every spot inside of you all at once overwhelming and madding, and you needed more.
"Move." You direct, your voice high and breathy. He stands again, dragging your hips up to meet his, your shoulders pressed into the plush mattress from the weight of his slow agonizing thrusts.
"Don't want to hurt you." The words are ground out through his sharp teeth, it is obvious how much restraint he is using to keep his pace like this, to not just rut into you like an animal like his brain is begging him to do. You reach down, gripping his wrists as his hold on your hips tightens drawing his attention away from where it was locked as he watched himself sink into your welcoming cunt. Once his eyes meet yours he stills.
"Please. Fuck me." You say, voice steady and certain. There is a deep rumble in his chest, his fingers squeezing at the soft plush skin of your hips. He draws back slowly again and you're almost worried he won't move faster for a second before his hips snap forward with brutal force his balls slapping against your ass with a lewd sound.
"Yes ma'am." Is the only warning you get before that brutal force is met with speed. He thrusts into you his grip already leaving marks on your skin as he tightens his hold. The room is filled with the sound of skin and cut off moans as each thrust leaves you breathless and writing under him as he allows himself to let go. He ruts into you, his cock seeming to swell inside you as he gets closer, pressing against everything at once as he hits your g-spot with each drag out of your sopping cunt and your cervix with each brutal thrust in. You're close, so close that you feel yourself willing to hold on just a little longer wanting to enjoy being used by him for just a little more.
"You cum on my cock like a good girl. You cum on me while I fill you up. I'm gonna fill you up every day, every day 'till you're carrying my cubs." He growls as his dick twitches inside you. You cum around him with a silent scream, the sound unable to escape you as he thrusts into you. Your back arching as your walls milk around his cock trying to pull him even deeper.
He roars his release, his hips stuttering to a stop as his cock twitches against your cervix painting your walls with rope after rope of thick cum. It takes a long minute for the twitching to stop, even longer for his grip on your hips to soften, revealing dark pin prick marks where his claws caught your skin just right. He doesn't pull out as he lays down, pulling you on top of him, keeping you full and not giving any of his cum to escape. After a long minute of him running a soothing hand through your hair she brings his free hand up, tilting your chin so you meet his gaze. He gives you a long, languid kiss.
"Gonna be so beautiful so full of me all the time. An' don't you worry Darlin' I take good care of what's mine."
If this is what being taken care of looks like, you could get used to it.
Could we please have more of the "masked monster" husband? (The one with the antlers and skull mask)
How has the reader coped with suddenly being his bride? What is their domestic life like? And how does their...nightlife look like?
This is one of my personal favorite OC's so we absolutely can. This boy takes up too much space in my mind. I genuinely really love this dude. This also absolutely got away from me, I am so sorry (sort of)
MDNI
M!Beast x F!Reader, Hunting (blood): Mentioned, This is a lot of exposition honestly, in my mind this is a slow burn romance, kind of... Oral sex f! receiving
Cont of : This
It took a week for you to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't going to leave your home without a fight, another week after that you finally learned his name, or at least what he told you to call him. You were feeling especially brave you walked up to him watching as he sat slumped on the living room floor inspecting a bookshelf as if it held the secrets to the universe itself.
"You're staying aren't you?" You ask, stopping at the doorway, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. His head twisted around, the red glow of his eyes meeting yours too quickly as the jaw of his fox skull face snapped shut with a definitive click making a shiver run down your spine as you felt his full attention on you. This was the first time you'd initiated the conversation, or even said more than one word responses to him. His attention sent a chill through you yet at the same time you knew you weren't in danger. Even as he shifted fully to face you.
"I am." He states simply, the skull tilting slightly to the right, as if showing animal like curiosity at the question you've posed. Slowly, cautiously even, you take a step forward.
"What do I call you?" You ask carefully, your eyes shifting to the stark white of his fangs unable to hold the eye contact of his red orbs anymore.
"You may call me Oak, morsel. Use the name often, for I will always answer." His deep bass voice rolled over you, wrapping around you like a warm blanket that could stave off any chill.
It took a month for you to be comfortable in the same room as him for long periods and to stop jumping when he seemed to appear behind you with little to no warning or sound despite his massive size and the way his antlers seemed to scrape at the ceiling if he unhunched for even a moment.
Another to be okay with the gifts he continued to leave you when he did rarely leave the quiet of your home.
"Oak..." You started carefully, stepping into the kitchen to find yet another... something... sitting on your island. It looked like this time it was the hind leg of a deer.
"Yes my morsel?" He asked, appearing closely behind you, so closely that if you took half a step back you'd be pressed against his broad frame. You'd be able to feel the thick fur on his arms and legs, the bark like texture of his exposed skin. Sometimes you found yourself wandering how well you might fit there, tucked into him like the treasure he seemed to think you were.
"I appreciate that you want to hunt for me." Your words are careful as your eyes never leave the still bleeding stump. "But please... at the very least, bleed them outside."
"Of course my love." You weren't really sure how you were ever going to get that stain out of your butchers block but... at least you rarely had to buy meat now.
It took winter coming, your old home's poor insulation doing little to keep the draft of cold air from seeping deep into your bones for you to give in and curl on the floor next to him. Tentatively at first, still keeping space between the two of you, the heat emanating off of him doing more to heat you than the fire blazing in the fire place in front of both of you.
"Can I sit with you and read?" The question is out of your mouth before you can think, the warm blanket you had over your shoulders clutched tightly in one hand as you held up a book to show him as you sat two spaces away from him. His head did that little tilt again, the red of his eyes seeming to brighten as you watched him almost physically restrain himself from moving closer to you.
"Of course Morsel... Will you read it to me?" He asks, his voice wrapping around you, soothing your cold bones with its warm bass. For a moment you're silent, looking down at the old book in your hand before nodding softly, pulling your bottom lip into your teeth to worry at it slightly.
"Yes... But it will be more comfortable if I can sit closer..." Before you can even finish your thought, two large hands wrap around your middle in a gentle but firm grip, lifting your from your spot on the floor and carefully transferring you to sitting directly in his folded legs, your back pressed against his abdomen. One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you snuggly, warmly against him.
"This will be how we read then." He declares, you know there's no point in arguing against it, and if you're being honest you don't want to. He was warm, almost hot in the way his body seemed to give off wave after wave of comforting heat that sunk into your chilled bones. You curl into his lap, ignoring the way you felt heat flooding to your cheeks as you slowly open your book and read to him in a soothing calm voice. Yawning occasionally, relaxing into him, he holds you even after you fall into a quiet steady sleep in his arms. He doesn't move all night but to reach one long arm over to stoke the slowly dying embers of the fire that once burned brightly. He holds you that night, afraid to move, afraid to wake you, afraid you might move away from him again.
You don't. This becomes part of the routine the two of you have found yourselves in. Every night you sit in his lap in front of the warmth of the fire, protected from the chill as he holds you in a loose but filling embrace as you read to him softly until you fall asleep in his arms. Each night you try to argue with your own mind, try to convince yourself you don't like the way his claws feel as they run through your hair. But you love the feeling. You try to argue that you don't snuggle into his hold, but you do. You even try to say the way you play with his fur and touch his skin is simply idly moving your hands, but it's not. Part of you wants to touch him, wants him to touch you more, every night you find that part gets bigger and bigger. Until you find yourself crawling into his lap of your own accord, curling into him as if the shape of him was meant to hold the shape of you.
It was one of these nights, your book long since forgotten beside you that things truly changed. You lay across his lap, relaxing as his clawed fingers dance lazy patterns into the soft skin of your thigh. You don't even notice you do it, but your thighs spread at his touch, making room for his large hand to move higher and higher up your thighs. A soft hum escapes your lips when his hand just barely brushes over your clothed cunt. That hum changed everything.
Before you truly had time to understand, or even react, your body was flat on the floor, pressed right against him as his hands wandered over your skin. Oak let out a huff as his snout met the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing against it, his long thick tongue sliding from between his fangs to dance across your skin.
"My Morsel, I am starving." He said his large hands moving to your hips as he moved away ever so slightly. His glowing orbs weren't on your face as he pulled away, they were locked on the growing wet spot that was slowly growing by the second on your sleep shorts. They flicked up to meet your eyes, waiting. You could feel the heat rushing through your body and slowly, almost imperceptibly you nodded, surprising yourself for a split second. A split second was all you had before your hips were hoisted into the air to meet his maw, your clothes pulled to the side with one massive claw as he exposed you to him. The huff of air was the only warning you had before his tongue, long, and smooth, pressed against your cunt. The moan that escaped your lips was unholy as he drank you in like a dying man. The fangs of his fox like jaw pricking against your hips and ass. His tongue lapped at your clit and entrance as his grip on your hips tightened. When his tongue slid into your sopping pussy, he growled around you as you arched into the sensation. You could feel his fur bristling as you clawed at his fur covered thighs with your blunt nails. His long deft tongue fucking into you in a blindly delicious rhythm that had you tensing around him as your orgasm built quicker than you ever thought it would. Gasps and moans and whimpers fell from your lips unable to stop yourself from grinding into him as not only his hands kept you held close, but his fangs pressed closer, the threat of the prick of his fangs turning into something more making you shiver and a whole new wetness flood his mouth.
His tongue explored your walls, rubbing against them, fucking into them, his huffs cooling the small sheen of sweat on your body as he feasted on you. His tongue pressed against your g-spot, pausing completely as he seemed to study the different texture of this area, before focusing on it, rolling his tongue over it, over and over again making your moans get longer until they turned into screams of ecstasy. Your eyes shot open when you felt it, the orgasm you felt building crest and crash into you like a freight train as he still rolling his tongue over that spot. You watched as his red orbs met your eyes, watched as his face, dripping with not only your juices but his saliva, as it pooled and dripped onto the floor below you. You clench around him, your walls milking at his tongue as he lets out a full body shiver at the feeling.
It's long after your cunt has stopped twitching, your release all over his maw when he finally releases your hips and moves back detangling the two of you with an obvious reluctance that almost makes you laugh.
Quietly he curls you into his lap once more, holding you tighter than before as his claws comb through your now tangled hair.
"Hush now Morsel, sleep I will have more to taste when you wake." He nearly coos at you as he lulls you to sleep, your body pliant and relaxed against him as a shiver runs through you at that promise.
