fuck okay i made my partner cum like six times in their sleep. i couldnโt sleep so i rolled over to spoon my partner and since we donโt share blankets, i had to slip my hand under theirs and blindly feel around without waking them. thankfully they were already on their side with a leg hitched up so i was able to find what i wanted easily. they were already a little wet so their undies were kinda sticking to their pussy so i slowly peeled away the fabric enough to slip a single finger between their lips. just one finger circling their clit, rubbing up and down, they got wetter really fast so i had better traction and found this rhythm that kept the pressure on that cord of nerves as it throbbed. my hand was curled in a way that my thumb was resting on the outside of their hole and each time i made them cum i could feel their cunt fluttering open and shut. after like the fourth orgasm i added a second finger and went a little harder and faster, listening to their whines and feeling their hips buck. the fifth one came so fast and i just couldnโt help myself i forced a sixth one out so quickly that my partner actually woke up gasping and moaning and cumming so hard with a cunt that is already overworked. like. can you imagine waking up to that explosive feeling ? how wet and hot and needy you are, just to figure out that your cunt has been wrung out like a boxer in the ring fighting for its life ?
To kill a king, to fuck a dragon (Day 8/8 of 10k followers event)
A/N: Hi there people! Iโm so, so glad that all of you took time to read all the stories I post, especially these past 8 stories that had been super exploratory for me. I think I did good enough, at least yโall seemed to like it. For this last one I added a bit more plot than usual, this is a tiny bit longer and I think the story is really good. I hope yโall love it as much as I do. Also, and once again, I want to thank ALL OF YOU for following this little corner of the internet and being so supportive and great, special thanks to all my patrons to make my life a little bit easier <3, this has been a blast so far and I hop yโall keep reading, hopefully this account is just the beginning of a much longer exploration of monsterfuckery for us all. (PS: If someone catches the very subtle Greyโs anatomy reference please let me know so we can be friends)
Dragon x fem!reader || size kink, slow-burn (kinda), sex with feelings, magic saliva, spit on pussy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation || tw: mentions of murder
You enter the cave and are surprised to find a door, a normal human door caved into the rock. It looks like a house, a house on the rock, but still normal. What the fuck? Your hopes and dreams of finding the dragon slowly disappear, your eyes teary.
Someone chooses that moment to speak behind you: โWho are you?โ You turn around so fast you fall to the ground with a scream. The stranger looks at you like you are a bug he needs to squeeze, and you feel a tear running down your cheek. Fuck. You promised yourself you wouldnโt cry even if there wasnโt a dragon. โAgain: who are you?โ His tone is harsh and you want to cry even more, but you bit your tongue.
โI- I came to find the dragon,โ you confess, swallowing around the knot in your throat.
He looks at you like you are a joke, not even trying to help you to your feet. โWhat dragon?โ He asks, his tone amused.
You get up and look at him, trying to look as serious as you can when you say: โThey- They told me there was a dragon here.โ You fail.
He chuckles, inspecting you up and down, his eyes zeroing on the few tears that escaped your eyes. โNo dragons, just me,โ he finally answers, his tone a lot softer than before.
โUh-ohโฆ Sorry. Iโll be on my way, then.โ You try to get pass him, sniffling as you do so, trying really hard to get out before you start sobbing.
He sighs, and adds: โdo you want some tea?โ He offers you his hand, and weirdly enough, you donโt feel threatened or scared, you feel calm around him.
โReally?โ You donโt want to sound too hopeful but you are thirsty and tired and you want to cry because there is no dragon and you basically lost hope of everything.
โYeah, come on.โ He motions you to follow him inside the rock house, and you are surprised about how cozy and homey it feels inside, like out of a fairy-tale kind of thing.
He makes some tea as you lean against the door frame of the kitchen, trying to look around as much as possible without looking too snoopy about it. Not that he seems to care that you are curious about everything, he just looks at you every once in a while like making sure you are still there.
โWhy were you looking for a dragon?โ He asks when he sets the tea cup on the table in front of you. A similar one in front of him. You sit and start sipping on the best tea youโve ever had.
You sip the tea for a couple seconds, trying to decide if you can trust him, at the end you decide why not, your life is already ruined. โTo kill the king,โ you say. He chokes on the tea heโs drinking, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop from giggling.
โWhat?โ He asks again when he recovers, his face red from the coughing.
โTo kill the king,โ you repeat. He still looks stunned so you give him more context: โI- I was bought when I was in the womb. My parents promised me to him in exchange for gold, and the day we marry is approaching. I donโt want to do it, heโs a foul man, and I didnโt choose this. I overheard some servants talking about the dragon in the mountains, and I thoughโฆ I thought they would help me.โ You try not to sound too bitter about it, but you canโt keep the despair out of your voice.
He looks at you like you are suddenly the most interesting specimen of a bug. โYou escaped the castle and came here?โ
โYes,โ you answer truthfully. There was a lot more implied in that simple question. You escaped, but not only that, they are probably looking for you and the king would probably kill those guards you ran away from. You try not to be too sad about them, they were cruel with you, laughing at you every time you passed, talking about how the king got a new hot wife.
โAre they still looking for you?โ He asks, a lot smarter than you give him credit for.
โProbably.โ Itโs the truth but it still carries a lot of pressure as you say it. You understand though, you know itโs not his problem and you shouldnโt even be there. Youโd find another way to escape the king. โIโll be out of your hair, I promise. You didnโt sing up for any of this.โ You realize the sun is setting in the horizon and you donโt know if you could find your way back to the village. Fuck. โI need to go. The village is a long journey from here,โ you try not to sound scared, but an edge of fear permeates your voice.
He surprises you by saying: โStay. I have a guest bedroom and thereโs no way you could get back to the village if itโs this dark.โ
You want to say no, to refuse, thatโs improper, but the idea of going back to that golden prison is enough to make you say: โIโll leave first thing in the morning.โ Itโs a promise you do to him, but also to yourself. That man showed you more caress that anyone in your life, and you didnโt want to cause him unnecessary trouble. Youโll leave in the morning.
Problem isโฆ You never do.
The next day he prepares breakfast, and insists on showing you around his house. Itโs so beautiful you are mesmerized. His garden especially. Itโs so colorful and big and calmโฆ. You feel an instant connection to the earth, and to him. Heโs so easy to be around, he treats you so differently like what you are used to. And you like it. You like it so much that you get distracted until the sun is setting once again. And he never tells you to leave.
And days pass. One day turns into another, and youโฆ never leave. You know someday they will come back for you. You know you canโt run away from your problems. But right there, in the side of the mountain with that nice man that took you inโฆ It feels possible to run away. It feels possible to avoid the awful destiny that was set for you before you were even born.
He teaches you to cook, to take care of plants, to polish woodโฆ Heโs like a handyman that can do all, and you are his new apprentice, even though he insists on doing all the heavy lifting. But on top of that, he justโฆ amazing. He takes care of you, but also you two argue about stupid stuff until you are red faced and you want to hit him, just to end up laughing when he tells you a stupid joke. You have the most fun you had in ages with him.
Until one day all shifts (pun intended).
You are laying around under the tree as he does some gardening. He wouldnโt let you near the roses in case you got hurt. โI have something to tell you,โ he breaks the silence.
โWhat?โ You ask, looking directly at him, a spark of something unknown raising inside of you, like bugs in your stomach, crawling around every time you set your eyes on him, on his beautiful smile.
He looks at you intently and says the most ominous thing: โI- I think itโs better if I show you, actually.โ
โShow me what? Why do you sound so serious?โ You try to joke, but it doesnโt land because he still looks at you with a poker face.
He looks worried, apprehension settling on his features. โJustโฆ Wait until Iโm done to say anything, please?โ His tone is more than pleading, is more like heโs begging you to understand, and you donโt know what could possibly be so bad.
โOkayโฆโ You tell him, anxiety spiking.
And then he turns. Literally. His body contorts and cracks, and thereโs a bunch of things happening at once, and before you realize, thereโs a dragon in front of you. A full on real dragon. What? Heโs majestic, as big as a house and skin covered in the most precious scales. He looks like a work of artโฆ you are mesmerized.
โYou said there was no dragon!โ Itโs the first thing out of your mouth, an edge of hysterics creeping in your tone.
You laugh then. You laugh so hard and so much you have tears rolling down your eyes. He changes back, and tries really hard to cover his manhood with his hands, failing and making you laugh even harder.
โYou are a dragon,โ you say when your laughter dies down.
โI am,โ he says simply, approaching you slowly until heโs right in front of you. โAnd I will kill the king for you,โ he adds.
Thereโs no point in asking why he didnโt tell you sooner, you understand why. Why would he? Why would he trust his deepest secret to you? But him showing you now? It meant more than the world, it made you forget about everything and anything chasing you down. It makes you happy. He makes you happy.
โNo. I donโt care about the king. I justโฆ I love you. I think what I feel is love, I never felt like this before.โ You tell him, heat creeping up your cheeks. He looks at you like heโs surprised, like he wasnโt expecting that at all. โDo you feel it, too?โ You ask shyly, your hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat faster and faster.
โYe- yes. I love you, too.โ His confession is followed by his hands cupping your face, so soft and tender, you feel a tear running down your cheek as he kisses you for the first time.
You should have known better than to think your life could be so perfect.
You donโt hear them before you are captured. At least four soldiers appear at the edge of the garden and catch you before you can scream. You think about him, about your dragon, and lament how confused he will be when he returns and you arenโt there. You worry he would think you abandoned himโฆ But you canโt do anything as they take you away from the only place you felt like home.
They donโt even wait a whole day before they are dressing you and pampering you in the best silks and makeups. Nobody says anything as you silently cry during all the process. The servants looking worried but not arguing with anyone, three guards at the door of every chamber you enter.
You are caged once again.
You walk to the aisle in between a crowded place full of people who donโt like you, nor the king for the matter. They just want to appraise his old self to gain some benefits, the same as your parents did even before you were born. He looks like a nightmare standing in front of the altar, and you want to run, to run far away, back into your dragonโs arms. But you canโt, guards all around the open garden the ceremony is taking place in. You stand before your soon to be husband and have to swallow back the tears and bile, his rancid smell hitting you like a brick.
The minister starts speaking about love and marriage, and you cry during all his speech. You dream of being far away from there, as far away as possible. Or at least as close to your dragon as you could.
When you hear the people mumbling around you, you turn around, a shadow obscuring the sun. You look at the sky and sigh, so happy to see him you could cry. Maybe you would cry if you werenโt so shocked that he actually showed up.
He roars as he lands, people running in all directions, hiding in every possible place. โYOU STOLE FROM ME!โ He growls, breathing fire to the sky and making people cry out in fear. You look at him in all his glory, fascinated by every inch of his skin.
โWe- we saved the queen to be,โ the guardโs words are short lived as your dragon looks at him and breathes fire right over his body, instantly burning him to the ground. Thereโs a chorus of screams and cries again, and you have to bite your tongue to stop from smiling.
โSheโs not yours! SHEโS MINE!โ You shiver at his words, feeling them so deep inside you think you might combust, butterflies dancing inside your stomach once again.
โYou canโt take her! I bought her,โ the kingโs words donโt help his case at all, your dragon roaring and launching for him.
It all happens so fast, one second heโs there, and the next one the kingโs head is rolling onto the ground as everyone screams and runs away. You are shocked to the core, but he doesnโt let you wallow in that. He picks you up and takes flight. You realize heโs being very careful not to pickle you with his claws. You donโt know where heโs taking you, but soon enough you are in a place you know, a place that brings you memories of joy and loveโฆ The garden.
As soon as he sets you down, he orders you to: โGo inside.โ His tone is harsh, almost a growl.
โNo,โ you answer, not recoiling, not moving. You approach him more, your hand softly caressing the scales of his chest.
He roars over your head, trying to scare you away: โGo inside, Iโm not in my right mind right now, I canโt answer for my actions.โ You arenโt scared of him, though. He saved you from your most fearsome nightmare, heโs just the big monster you are in love with.
โNo,โ you repeat, a big smile playing on your lips when you look up at him.
โCome on, princessโฆ Please.โ Him begging in that form does something to you, such a big and scary creature asking you to go inside so he can protect you from himselfโฆ You are more sure than anything that you are safe. Safer than youโd be with anyone else. Human or monster.
โNo. I want you. I love you.โ Your words finally go through him, making his big body shiver, you feel it under your hands, a big shake that leaves you breathless. โTake me, my dragon.โ You know adding that isnโt necessary, but you are more than ready to be a bride, to be his bride.
โDonโt joke around,โ he growls, grabbing your body with his big clawed hand and positioning you to look straight into his yes, his big dragon head so beautiful you have to reach out and touch him. He scrunches his nose, making you giggle.
โMake me fully yours,โ you say again.
His responding growl is so loud it makes the earth vibrate under your feet. You shiver in anticipation. He tears your wedding dress of your body, wrapping his wings around you to create a bubble, so you wonโt feel a single spark of cold in your human skin.
Your wedding dress is torn off your body as he launches for your body, your naked form shivering at the cold temperature around you, but he solves that easily. He wraps his wings around your body getting you close to his much warmer scaled body. You sigh happily.
He lets you down onto the ground and you look up at him, completely vulnerable. โFuck me. Claim me. Love me.โ You lower yourself to the ground, your upper body to the ground, your ass up. You know what you must look like: an offering, a sacrifice. And you are okay with that. You are okay being his.
โYou sure?โ He asks again, always the gentleman, always worried about you. You are more sure of this that you were about anything else ever.
โYes. Yes. Yes,โ you chant as his claw proves your entrance. You look around in time to see him biting on his fingers, two seconds later heโs claw-less and his now not-dangerous fingers enter you. You cry out and bury your face on the mossy ground, his chuckle making you flush all over.
He plays with your pussy for what feels like an eternity, making you come twice before he starts stretching you fully. He gets to three fingers, way bigger than anything you tried before, and you canโt stop moaning.
You come again as he spits on your pussy, the sensation so filthy and so good you scream and fall over the edge again. You feel tingly all over after that, your pussy relenting under his ministrations and somehow widening further, accommodating one more of his fingers. โMy saliva has magic in it,โ he explains, his tone amused as he keeps finger fucking you. You donโt know if you can come again, you didnโt even know that much pleasure was possible.
โCome on, come on, please,โ doesnโt matter how much you beg, he doesnโt relent.
He starts scissoring his big fingers inside of you, stretching you impossibly wide, and you squirm under him, a pleasure so big you donโt know how to deal with it, your body pliant under his actions, your brain completely void of thoughts. And then he stops and you curse him so loud he starts to laugh, moving your body and making you squirm under him. He grabs your hips to stop you from moving and you feel the tip of his cock against your entrance.
He enters you slowly, so slowly. You want to scream, but your brain is frozen with the over-sensitivity of his dick inside of you. He canโt fit inside, thereโs no way, heโs probably just aiming for a third of his length, but right now, with just the tip inside, you feel like you are about to burst. You reach down and rub your clit, unlocking something inside of you and crying out so loudly he roars as your orgasm makes your pussy constrict around him. He pushes in a bit more, and you keep coming.
From that point on, itโs all a blur of sensations and emotions, so much pleasure you are blind to the world around you. His dick is barely inside, but it seems to be enough for him, and more than enough for you. You feel like heโs going to split you in two in the most amazing way. He feels so big inside of you that you think you might die if he keeps rubbing against all your special spots at once. And if you doโฆ Youโd die happy.
โTake me. Take all of me,โ thatโs all the heads up you get before heโs filling you, one last thrust inside before his hot seed floods your insides. It propels you over the edge one last time, the world fading into blackness.
You pass out.
When you come back to your senses, you are laying on a bed and thereโs a warm body behind you. You sigh happily as he kisses your forehead and makes sure you are comfortable and warm. You feel such intense love for him in that moment, that you have to turn around and try how well it would feel to fit his human dick inside of you (this time all of him).
i want to be the pet of an alien that sexually stimulates me for 'enrichment'. they have a fundamentally flawed view of humanity and think that we socialize and have fun exclusively through sex, which they find adorable.
You're only as tall as their knee, and they can pick you up and restrain you with their hands incredibly easily. There's no chance for escape. You just have to take it as they hold your chest to the floor with one huge hand and rub between your legs with the other, sometimes using their mouths, as 'human juices' are considered a delicious delicacy.
They don't fuck you themselves, that would be barbaric! No, they just play with your holes like toys, stretching them around their fingers and having fun shoving dildos and other sex toys inside.
You're not allowed clothes, and it's common practice to take your human pets for a walk. If another alien finds you cute, well, of course they can pet the little human! Except half of the time, their fingers go between your legs instead of to your head, cooing at you as you cum while they talk to your owner like you're not even there.
If you have trouble cumming in a timely manner, they see this as an issue, prescribing you pills that increase your sensitivity. You can't socialize properly if you're unable to cum!
For socialization, they schedule playdates with other pets! They expect the two of you to start fucking Right away, and if you don't, they assume you just need a little help!! So your owners either chain your collars together, or they pose you like dolls, pushing you together slightly clumsily until both of you instinctually continue on your own, too lost in heat to stop.
Imagine laying back with your ass hovering over the edge of a surface while a monster holds your legs apart. They line their warm, furry, sheath up with your crotch, the wetting tip barely peeking out to tap against your entrance when they steel themselves in place and flex their abdomen. With a few twitches, their cock starts to harden and emerge, the blood rush shooting their cock head forward to suddenly penetrate your tight hole with great force; unimpeded and fueled by arousal.
They jerk their hips forward to meet with yours and make their entire cock disappear from sight. Your breath catches, your mouth hangs open in shock as nothing can stop it from growing and filling you out at its peak thickness. From the monsterโs own sheath to immediately being sheathed inside of you while itโs still hot, dripping, and throbbing to lifeโnow safe in your soft heat. Ready their cock for them, would you?
Cockwarming him while he plays games with his friends, my head next to his headset, so I try to stay quiet so his friends dont hear me. He says, "Hey guys, listen to this," before thrusting up suddenly, making me moan loudly. Now, all his friends are cheering him on to keep going while i whine and cry from pleasure and embarrassment. When he's done, i can hear him planning to host his friends here for a game night.
I AM A MAN. Any misgendering will be met with being blocked immediately.
"...alright, i know the pelvic part of the exam is a little embarrassing for transmasc patients, but i wanted to let you know that we actually have an option to do the exam with your clothes on, if that's something you're interested in? ...okay, great! so i'm just gonna have you sit right on the edge of the table here and spread your legs out as far as you're comfortable with.
...perfect. okay, now i'm gonna reach into your waistband here ...wow, you've got some good bottom growth going there. and i see the erectile tissue is functional! very good.
now you're going to feel me at your entrance. ...yep, seems like you're still able to self-lubricate adequately. that's very good for your sexual health.
i'm just gonna go in a little deeper now, would you mind shifting your hips for me? --oh, that's okay, make any noises you need to. does it hurt when i add another finger? no? okay, great, you're doing so well for me!
now i just need to make sure all your sensations are functioning properly, so i'm going to be touching your bottom growth again while i move my fingers back and forth. does that feel good? yeah? great, you're being such a good patient. feel free to hang onto me, i know this part of the exam is a little overstimulating but you're doing so well...
...aaand there's a good boy! great job! okay, well, everything looks normal. any questions? no? well, take your time getting your bearings. if you feel like you need another exam, feel free to make a follow-up appointment at the front desk. it was great meeting you, have a nice day!"
