MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 30s, she/they, scientist and monster lover. This is where my monster loving thoughts (mainly NSFW) will live and maybe some of my own writing (mainly NSFW). MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
if you are an adult on the internet your tolerance for something a little horny or god forbid fetish content needs to be higher if you believe in any kind of unmonetised connection online.
everything is someones sex thing in some way, if you arent willing to politely scroll past furry art or honestly some not very explicit horny posting you are letting big censorship win.
Hi I'm the anon that asked about the stealth exhibition and I've got something! A centaur prince is trotting in a parade wearing a fancy caparison but underneath all that is you, his secret lover all tied up with his cock up your pussy.
That’s a great idea! Ah, my first centaur fic~
Kept Under Wraps
Contains: past tense, prince centaur x afab!reader, mutual consent, secret relationship, stealth exhibitionism (not actually seen, but both are turned on by the possibility of being discovered), p in v, edging, big 🍆, lots of 💦, 1.6k words, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: Being “kept” can refer to a person not working and instead being financially supported by a wealthier partner in exchange for companionship and/or physical intimacy.
✧ Good to know: A “wrap” also refers to a loose outer garment or piece of material, which the pattern of a caparison (decorative / protective cloth covering for animals like horses) can be printed or embroidered on.
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He looked magnificent. You were sure of this. His long hair artfully braided, glittering jewelry adorning his hands, and wearing a set of finely embroidered coat, caparison and shoes of silk and velvet as he followed the parade led by the king and queen... There was no one more handsome than your prince.
If only you could’ve seen him.
But then again, there was nobody closer to him than you. Only you knew how he was in private, how firm his grasp when he hugged, how tenderly he kissed, how soft the fur on his belly felt when you lay against it with your bare skin... just like now.
Tied to the prince's underside and securely hidden beneath layers of breathable fabric, his nearly floor-length caparison concealing any hint of your figure, your pussy was stuffed with his long, erect cock. Every step subtly rocked you back and forth, grinding your bare nipples on his fur and his flared tip against your g-spot. The long-lasting stimulation, from his chambers out of the palace and finally down the street once the parade assembled, left you so wet and needy you couldn’t think, and your prince wasn’t any better.
He knew this parade would consume a lot of his time. Just preparing took half a day, much less actually walking the streets and waving to the excited citizens. As such, he, greedy for your company, had asked you for this favor. Simply knowing you were right by his side, feeling your presence, he would feel reassured.
That’s what he thought.
Then he prepared your pussy with his tongue and fingers, and the moment he entered you with his big flared cock head, he almost came.
It took him a lot of effort to hold back, especially with your delicious moans filling his ears and your tight walls twitching around his veiny length. Yet he didn’t have time to take you right then and there. He needed to be patient, to wait until the end of the parade, until he was back in his chambers where no one would see or hear you when you came undone on his cock.
In the meantime, his flared glans would keep grinding against that slightly rough patch of flesh within your sopping pussy, leaking incessantly and producing subtle squelches that seemed louder than they actually were, as if anyone he passed could hear.
These thoughts kept him on edge. The prince even couldn’t help swaying his ass a little more as he walked, just to secretly rut into you under the eyes of his family and subjects.
And you?
You had to keep quiet.
Sweating as you bit your lip, desperately hoping no one noticed you while at the same time absolutely thrilled by the notion. All it needed was a single strong gust of wind, and the entire royal family, their guards, the capital’s citizens, and eventually the entire nation and beyond would know that the kingdom's one and only prince was impaling an unknown commoner on his erect cock while walking the celebratory parade. They’d see your cock-drunk expression, your parted folds, your prince’s length glistening with the slick of your stretched pussy...
Your pussy twitched at these thoughts, tightening around the prince’s big horse cock so much you could feel his fiercely bulging veins pulsing within your walls. If only he’d thrust…
But right then, the parade came to a halt.
You had no clue what happened, unable to see anything from beneath the caparison and a little lightheaded from the warmth. All you knew was that the prince stilled, his cock motionless. The lack of stimulation when you were so close to coming was maddening. How could he do this? No, how could he bear it? He’d already been leaking all the way back in his chambers, so now he must be absolutely eager to rail you and cum until it came gushing out.
And you were right; your centaur prince was slowly but surely reaching his limit. Unseen by anyone, sweat was beading on his back beneath the thick, richly embroidered uniform, and his breathing had deepened in an attempt to control himself.
It was agonizing, being inside you yet having to refrain from fucking you. The way your wet walls embraced his length drove him crazy, tempting him to properly take you right then and there. But your affair was a secret one, not to be known, at least during this time. Yet if he were to be exposed at this very moment, he would not hesitate and fuck you for everyone to see. Even being gawked at by his people, he’d pump you full of his cum, until it gushed out of your glorious pussy and became filth on the streets. Just the thought, the image of it in his mind, made his beautifully maintained tail flick impatiently and his cock throb with eager anticipation.
Though… he didn’t really want anyone to see you like that. Especially when he had difficulty doing so. And what he couldn’t see, no one else was allowed to see, either.
When the procession finally started moving again, the way the prince’s cock rocked into you nearly made you bite your tongue off. The large size, the flared head, the bulging veins…! All of it left you wanting, needy to the point of dizziness. Even worse, parts of your body were staring to feel numb, tingling like a bunch of ants crawling around under your skin. If only you could…
You felt like you were going crazy as you hung there.
It seemed to take an eternity for the sound of regular footsteps on cobble streets to change to the echoing of the castle’s marble hall. Your attention snapped back at the noise, knowing well that the prince would soon walk up the ramp and return to his chambers. You could hear him chat a little with his family, then claim tiredness and start his retreat. This was entirely reasonable, of course. After all, one just had to take a look at his sweaty face and listen to his trembling voice...
Only you knew that he wasn’t tired from walking. Only you knew that the moment he returned to his chambers, the real exercise would start.
The prince tried to appear calm as he hurried upstairs and impatiently waved his servants away. He couldn’t risk them seeing you, even if it was just your sweaty outline beneath his silk wrap. Any chance of your affair being known needed to be nipped in the bud. And... he needed you so badly, he felt like he was about to explode. There was really no way for him to wait any longer.
The moment the door to his bedchamber closed, he started stripping. His gorgeous yet heavy coat and caparison fell to the ground, the noise muffled by the thick carpet, followed by the sound of him ripping his wet with sweat shirt off of his upper body.
Clothes fell, and you were exposed to the world with a gasp for air. Hair stuck to your flushed face and limbs to numb to move, you were placed on his bed. His weight pressed down on you as he knelt on the mattress with his front legs, and both of you stretched to gaze at each other, tenderly yet lustfully locking eyes as he started to thrust.
At first, he was still holding back a little, trying to be gentle, yet neither of you could hold back.
You clenched your pussy, and your prince responded by ramming his cock into you, making you swallow more than half of his monstrous length. He knocked the air out of your lungs with a broken moan, his flared tip kissing your cervix and rearranging your guts with how deeply he penetrated. The pattern of his bulging veins was already firmly imprinted in your walls, wonderfully stimulating you into a cock-drunk mess as his shaft throbbed.
His pace quickly got faster and messier, making your breasts bounce and nipples rub against his belly. He could feel you claw at his coat of fur, hear you moan and see your eyes roll, all of it urging him to go even harder. Low groans and murmurs spilled from his lips, tears blurring his sight while his cock leaked eagerly and his balls tightened. The need to cum was so strong it almost hurt, leading him to bury himself as deep in your pussy as possible just before he came.
You reached your climax at the same time.
Your walls fluttered around your prince’s length like a massage. The rhythmic tension felt as if you were milking him, extending his eruption and squeezing until it spilled out of you.
Exhilaration exploded in your body and blinded your senses, but you still noticed how his slowly softening cock gradually slipped out of you. His weight on top of you made his thick cum gush out of your hole, and tensing your muscles you could still hear the liquids inside you slosh and squelch. It was a sensation that filled you with new arousal despite your exhaustion.
Meanwhile, your prince groaned as he got off the bed and knelt down before it. With a prime view of your ravaged pussy, he felt his dick give a twitch in the desire to go again despite his refractory period. Forced to ignore his want for a while, he swallowed and grabbed your legs to pull your closer. Legs hanging off the bed and straddling his human half’s waist, you were in the perfect place to share a kiss with.
And so, sweaty skin stuck together, his large hands gently massaging your tired body while his tongue tangled with yours.
hey can i request a story where reader comes across a newborn gnoll and discovers it has an appetite for something other then flesh ;)
Request2: I think people are sleeping on gnolls. They've got the ferocity thing of werewolves, a pack structure that encourages sharing, they're matriarchal so there's lots of wlw/femdom potential, and the females have a pseudo-penis they can use for penetration!
A/N: I wrote this to be f/f but when I re-read it I realized it could also be gn, so here. Enjoy!
Hunger for you
Gnolls x gn!reader || heat (implied), oral sex, rough sex
When you first saw her, you were on your way to the grocery store and she was wiping tables at the local restaurant. Your eyes met for half a second, and in that tiny slip of time, something inside of you snapped. And by the looks of it, she also felt it.
She stared at you intensely. For so long that you could feel her eyes burning holes in your back while you walked away, confused by the sudden emotions brewing inside of you. Your hole was clenching, you felt hot all over, and your arousal was shimmering at low for the rest of your trip to the shop.
When you walked back, she was resting her back on the brick wall outside the restaurant, her big body looking incredibly imposing. And once again, when your eyes met, your body warmed to the point that your clothes felt suffocating. You tried to rush, your steps further and further apart, faster and faster until you were almost running. You were so focused on getting home that you barely registered a voice calling your name. How did she know your name? You couldn’t care about that, you needed to get into your house so you could get some kind of relief to your growing arousal. What was wrong with you?
The second you opened your door, a big paw appeared next to your head, pushing it open and helping you inside. You were panting, literally panting, and your hole was clenching painfully over nothing. The only word that left your mouth was a soft plea, and she acted in seconds.
Your clothes flew through the air, her words explaining how you were going through something called a heat, but your brain was too scattered to focus on her words. You stared at her paws groping your body, focusing on the way her long tongue was exploring your neck and moaning your name. You could barely think straight on a normal day, but right now, with a strong gnoll in front of you shredding her clothes? You were done for.
Your vocabulary reduced to “please” and “hurry”, and her claws methodically talking all the clothes off your body before they found your hole. She cursed so loud it rang in your ears, and you rolled your hips, asking for more and more. You were still in the middle of your living room, but who cared when you were so fucking horny you felt like burning.
The gnoll in front of you helped you to your back, the cold tiles feeling incredible against your overheated skin. Her voice got reduced to a husky growl against your neck, and you were desperate for more, curling your legs around her middle and letting out a gasp when you felt her pseudo-penis rubbing your hypersensitive hole.
Luckily for you, she seemed as desperate as you, so it didn’t take long for her to be right where you wanted her most. Her pseudo-penis at your entrance, her long tongue against your neck, and her hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew those were going to bruise. Your brain melted into pleasure at the mere thought of being marked by her.
You’d never needed anything with such intensity before. And you were ready, even if you weren’t sure for what. She could do whatever she wanted to you, and you’d be thankful. “This is going to be rough,” she whispered against your skin and you nodded frantically. Wanting it. Needing it.
After that, everything felt like a blur of bodies, pseudo-penis, and you were feeling better than you ever had. Your bodies dance to a tune never heard before while she fucked into you like her life depended on it. Yours surely did.
Between her “I didn’t know humans could be so delightful” and “your hole belongs to me, now”, you couldn’t catch a breath. Her filthy words and even filthier movements in and out of your hole were like kryptonite to your fried nerves. You wanted it all. You needed it all. Your whole universe was focused on the point where she was fucking into you.
And when your orgasm approached, it was like a collision of galaxies creating an expansive wave that threw your own thoughts out of your brain. You screamed, or maybe you didn’t. You moaned, or maybe you remained silent. Your body was not your own when the only thing you could feel was blinding pleasure while your body shook under hers. She continued fucking you through it, and by the time you came back into your senses, she was roaring over you, her head thrown back and her claws pinching your sides when she came undone on top of you.
She fell to the side not to crush you under her weight. A vague memory of what they said about gnolls filtered through your incoherent thoughts. They ate their sex partners. They finished with them and then they ate them. She was breathing hard next to you, but his fangs looked incredibly big in the low light of your living room. A spark of fear ignited inside of you, and she looked to the side, her eyes fixated on your face. She arched an eyebrow, a clear question left in the air between you.
After a beat of silence you couldn’t hold yourself back. “Is that- They say-” You voice was breathless, trying to explain to her why your heartbeat was going crazy. “Are you going to eat me now?” You finally let out, too fucked out to be really scared, but the spark of fear still shimmering inside of you.
“I’m definitely hungry for some flesh,” she growled next to your ear, and you let out an undignified squeal when her rough paws found your hips and she lowered her face until she was close to your neck. She nibbled at the tendon there, sending mixed signals of fear and desire through your body. “I’m going to devour you,” she lets out in a low tone that is nothing but sexy.
In a movement so fast you barely caught it with your human eyes, she was between your legs, and his way too long tongue was pushing into your hole. The scream that left your mouth was so loud you were pretty sure your neighbors were going to call the police. But the heat of her tongue was so good inside of you that you didn’t care if you ended up in prison for noise complaints. Fuck it.
NSFW: rough sex, p in v, anal with a tail -> which means dp!
Regency monster x human couple who are the most respectable, refined, straight-laced people imaginable. They're always dressed immaculately, standing ramrod straight, speaking in the most composed and formal manner. It's easy to forget that the husband even is a monster, even though he's enormous and green-skinned and has a tail. There is absolutely nothing savage about him.
No one would ever guess that when they're alone, all of that restraint gets ripped away and they go at it like wild animals, clawing at each other, spewing out depravities to urge each other on. He snarls as he pounds into her sloppy cunt at a brutal pace, working her other hole open with his tail, making sure that she's completely full of him, so she doesn't forget that a savage monster owns her.
And his human loves it, screaming at him to fuck her harder, even as she's stretched to her limit and coming in sharp pulses around his pistoning cock. He yanks back her hair in a meaty fist to hiss in her ear, I'm going to give this filthy pussy what she wants, then he shoves both his cock and his tail deeper in her holes, and unloads with a roar that shakes the very walls. They're left in a mess of cum and sweat, hair tangled, skin scratched, a perfect picture of debauchery.
It's hard for anyone to picture this respectable couple doing anything more than kissing on the cheek—unless you're one of their servants. For them, every night they hear what their masters are truly like. Monsters.
~ 😈🎩 ~
All my Regency monster stories: master list or #my writing
Episode 161: How Many Grams of Yucca Man? (featuring The Doom Generation)
It's a Mojave double hitter! The Doom Generation is back again to tackle two spooky tales from their home turf.
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