You let out a whine as your mate held you on his lap, his knot stuffed inside of you. “N-no, it’s gross…”
He chuckled as you pouted and squirmed, giving your cheek a soft lick with his large tongue. “I’m only marking what’s mine. It’ll all come out when the swelling goes down…”
A hand reached out to rub your clit, making your cunt squeeze around his cock. “B-but… I’m already so full…”
“You said you wanted me to use you as my little toy, didn’t you princess?”
“Yeah…”
You puffed out your chubby cheeks, and he couldn’t help but kiss them. “Listen, I won’t stuff you full. Just a little, alright?”
“J-just a little…”
He smiled, burying his face into your neck to concentrate. Soon, the warm feeling of his piss filling you up made your toes curl and your body shiver. It was a strange, yet not unpleasant sensation.
Soft purrs tumbled through his chest as he gently rubbed your belly, his sharp teeth nipping at your neck. “All mine… everyone will be able to tell you’ve been marked just by getting of whiff of my piss on you…”
He chuckled, his claw circling around the small bulge in your belly. “Well, in this case, in you…”
You stayed stuffed full of piss, being peppered in kisses and lightly bounced on his knot until it finally deflated.
It all gushed out of you at once, leaving you feeling relieved… yet empty. As he picked you up and carried you to the bath, you buried your face into his neck.
“Could… we try this again sometime? I feel all empty now…”
His hair stood up, his tail wagging furiously. “Of course… anything for you, love.”
Can I have an imagine or snippet or oneshot or whatever you want queen? Begging youuuuuu. Will you write a pierced gargoyle and freader? I want her to worship that thick, ridged, pierced gargoyle cock then getting bred. Gdjdfsvsefashjrjr pleaseeeeee
Pierced Gargoyle (gargoyle x fem reader)
Summary: Your gargoyle is pierced. You worship his magnificent cock, and then to make it up to you, he breeds you.
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, oral (male receiving), p in v, creampie, breeding kink, knotting, piercings described in detail, size kink, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, bodily fluids/wet sounds, all consensual and full of love!
This one is a request I got, and I’m slowly catching up on them all (emphasis on slowly 😅). Life’s been crazy lately with work, Patreon, private lessons, and family issues taking up my time. I am managing somehow and it's mostly because I love writing steamy/fluffy monster stories, escaping reality for a bit.
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Anon, I made this steamy and added some knotting to really spice things up. Hope you don't mind! Enjoy, like and reblog, pweaseeee?
Your heart stuttered as you looked at your gargoyle mate. Perched on your balcony, wings spread like clawed shadows, eyes glowing gold in the moonlight. He was achingly handsome and broad while you stood there in your oversized T-shirt, bare legs shivering in the cool night air.
He was yours. Yours.
And you were so in love with him.
You wanted him to see it, to feel it.
So you sank to your knees in front of him, breath catching when you noticed how he still looked towering over you, wings arching behind him and curling as if shielding you from the world. Boldly, you reached up, lowering the only piece of clothing he wore, his leather trousers, baring him to the moonlight.
Damn... You licked your lips as his cock sprang free, heavy and dark gray with thick bumps pulsing, silver piercings glinting along every ridge. A thick ring glided through the bulbous tip, a perfect circle of shiny steel, and a ladder of small, glinting bars pierced down the underside, snug between each thick, textured ridge.
Heat pooled between your legs and saliva pooled under your tongue. He was magnificent, cock and all.
“Oh….” you whispered, unable to stop staring, your thighs pressing together.
A low rumble vibrated from his chest. “See something you like, mate?”
“I… all of it. Fuck, you’re so...” You swallowed, heat flooding your face. “You’re so beautiful.”
His cock jerked at your compliment. His claws flexed, curling against the balcony rail, his tail twitching behind him. He whined, actually whined, when you wrapped your hand around him, the heat of him pulsing against your palm. The ring at the tip shifted as you shifted your grip, the ladder piercings cool and smooth against your skin.
“Fuck… You want it, baby? Want toy feel? Want me to fill your tight little mouth?” he rumbled, claws flexing on your jaw as he tilted your face up.
You nodded, whispering, “I want it all. Please let me touch and feel.”
He obeyed.
And you worshiped his cock.
Taking your time. Pressing soft kisses along the heated length and bumps, tracing each piercing with your tongue, feeling the way he shuddered above you. His wings flared and he growled when you sucked the broad tip until the ring clicked against your teeth. You loved the scent, the weight, the heat, the way the ladder piercings dragged across your tongue.
Breathing through your nose, you stretched your lips and took him deeper. One hand fondled his plump balls, the other pumping the remaining length of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He was huge, but you did your best, coating him in your saliva, gurgling as the piercing caressed your throat. Letting him feel how badly you adored this and every part of him.
“Look at you,” he snarled before he succumbed and threw his head back, “so pretty, on your knees for me, choking on my cock like you were fucking made for me.”
You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks, whimpering around his girth. You were made for him.
“Love you,” you drew back from his cock with a huge breath then sucked him back deep, feeling the tip twitch against your throat.
“Love you more —fuuuck… yes….just like that,” he panted, hips jerking, forcing more of him onto your tongue, the piercings dragging against your lips and making your core clench. He was close and he hissed sharply, pushing a little deeper down your throat. You choked, grabbed his strong thighs for stability. Saliva dripped down your throat as you deep-throated him, your hands busy fondling his balls.
“Fuck, baby, you suck me so good. So deep. I can’t— can’t— want to take you, fuck you deep. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Dragging you to your feet, his massive cock squelched out of your mouth, strings of saliva connecting you to the ring at his tip. He growled at the sexy sight and sat you up on the stone of the balcony, wings shielding you from the world. He parted your legs and lined that massive, spit-soaked cock up to your dripping cunt, the ring at the tip sliding against your clit until you were bucking up, moaning, begging.
“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he drawled, making you look up at him with tear-bright eyes, your lips swollen. “Gonna breed you until you’re carrying my babe. Gonna take every drop I give you, yeah?”
You whimpered. “Yes, please… please, I want it, I want your baby, I want you!”
His eyes blazed gold as he hauled you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapping around his stone-hard hips. You hugged him for dear life as you felt his pierced cock pressing hot and heavy between your folds, the ring at the tip dragging over your creamy folds, making you cry out, clutching at his shoulders.
“Ready, mate? I’ll give you my cum and my babe,” he growled into your ear, his cock grinding against you, piercings pressing against your swollen flesh. “I’ll fill you up so you’ll never forget who you belong to. Whose babe you’re carrying.”
“Yes, damn you. Breed me, fuck me raw!” you sobbed, hips canting to grind against the piercings, your clit throbbing with every brush of the ring.
Your gargoyle snarled, fangs grazing your throat as he finally impaled you, the thick, ridged length forcing you open and bottoming out inside you. He filled you right up, caressing against every sensitive spot inside you, making you scream at the shock of the penetration and the feel of his piercing kissing your cervix while the ladder piercings tugged against your walls.
“Mine,” he growled as he grabbed handfuls of your ass and moved, making you feel every ridge, every bar pressing and dragging until you were babbling, tears streaming down your cheeks.
Your toes curled into the air and your blunt nails dug into his hard shoulders as he took you mercilessly, the piercings making you feel every thrust sharper, deeper, until your vision blurred and you came hard around him, screaming. He roared and fucked you through your climax, bouncing you up and down, wet squelching sounds echoing.
“Yours... hn.... yours... yours!” you sobbed and trembled with little aftershocks.
Your mate let out a guttural growl, his claws ripping your t-shirt apart, his mouth fastening on your nipple as he fucked you roughly. His wings spread wide, his hips slamming into you erratically, your body jerking with each thrust before he buried himself to the hilt. You melted when you felt his knot, the thick base swelling, locking him inside you while the piercing at the head pressed perfectly against your cervix.
You saw stars and came again, so hard your vision whited out. Your body quivered, drooling as you felt him throbbing, his cock spurting rope after rope of his seed, his knot trapping every drop inside as he pumped you full, flooding you with his potent heat.
“That’s it. Good mate. Good pussy. Taking it all,” he snarled, forehead pressed to yours, tongue thrusting past your panting mouth. “Take ALL of it. Carry my babe, mate.”
Lost for worlds, you cried and clung to him, feeling the warmth of his cum slosh inside you, the piercings pressing against your walls with every aftershock of your orgasm. You felt so full, your belly already feeling warm and heavy with him.
“I love you,” he drawled, kissing your tears away. “You’re my whole fucking world, mate. And you’re going to carry my gargoyle babies while I hold you safe in my wings. Gonna look so pretty carrying my seed.”
“Yours,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his, “always yours. Want you forever. Want to carry your babies and give you love and happiness.”
It took a while for his knot to come down. It always did. That didn’t stop you from kissing him, clinging to him, begging him to keep you full, to keep you his. And he did, barely slid out to fuck you right up and plug you up with his cock, pumping buckets of his cum inside you.
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Imagine getting oral from the monster under your bed.
Walking into your room one night, in your skimpy pjs, ready to hop into bed and go to sleep, when a hand reaches out from underneath and grabs your ankle. You shriek and try to yank away, but it holds tight, making you fall onto your ass. Another hand comes out, taking your other ankle.
It pulls you, your lower half disappearing under the bed, but thankfully, your torso is too big, and you can’t be pulled under any further. No matter, the monster can work with this. You feel your bottoms being ripped away, then your panties. Soon, your bare cunt is on display for whatever is lurking in the darkness.
You want to cry out, but as you part your lips, your legs are spread and a warm, wet tongue presses against your folds. Your breath hitches and your face turns red as the large tongue starts to lap up and down your slit, taking time to swirl around your hardening clit.
You can’t see what’s going on under the bed, but it feels so good, too good. You close your eyes and let it happen. The monster’s tongue pushes inside you, and it’s long and thick. It snakes its way to your g-spot and starts to thrust in and out.
One of your ankles is released and a clawed thumb presses against your clit and starts rubbing in quick circles. Your hips buck, your head is thrown back, and your back arches as your cunt is tongue-fucked and clit is stimulated at the same time.
It doesn’t take long for you to cum hard, shuddering as the monster draws out your orgasm. It lets you go, but you have a feeling that this is only the beginning of a strange relationship.
Summary: you tease your Minotaur boyfriend while he is on a business call. He teases you back
Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, explicit smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, big 🍆, lots 💦.
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It was a quiet evening, save for the sounds of your boyfriend talking on the phone. He was sitting at his desk, focused on his call. And you lounged quietly on the plush sofa opposite his desk. His tall, powerful form was relaxed, his free hand playing with a nearby pen. His deep voice echoed through the room as he discussed company figures and strategies. You watched him, your eyes tracing his broad chest and his firm expression.
The day had been boring and he had been focused on work calls for hours. He was supposed to rest and spend some time with you. An idea sparked in your mind, heat stirring within you at what you were about to do.
Shifting on your seat, you sat with your thighs spread open; you wore nothing but an oversized hoodie of your boyfriend’s. Innocently, you slid your hands down your sides, between your legs and began to fondle your pussy. You opened your outer labia, exposed your entrance—
A hand slammed hard on the desk.
You jerked a little, a small smile on your lips. Your minotaur had taken notice of your mischief.
Indeed, he was watching you intensely, his brows furrowed.
Hiding a big grin, you continued the show, your fingers tracing your slit then up the bud of your clit. There you whined a little. And he did, too. His eyes were dark with desire, but he quickly cleared his throat and returned his attention to the call, his voice strict as he continued to speak. You thrust a finger into your pussy and then you heard a low growl.
“I have to hung up. I’ll review the documents and get back to you,” he said, his voice clipped. He ended the call and tossed the phone aside.
Your heart thundered when his eyes locked on you, his nostrils flared. You spread your legs wider, giving him a better view. You added a second finger inside your now drenched pussy, pumping them with deliberate slowness, showing off your slickness and puffy cunt.
In an heartbeat, he stood up, kneeling in front of you, eyes on your pussy.
“You want to play, bunny? Hm?” he growled, his large hands gripping your wrists and suckling your juices off your fingers.
“I was feeling lonely so I treated myself,” you said breathlessly. “Since you were too busy.”
His rough fingers traced your ears, a predatory smile spreading across his face. “I’m never too busy to fuck my bunny."
With practiced skill, he removed the hoodie from your body, your smooth body completely exposed beneath him. His hands kneaded your pert breasts, tongue flicking your swollen nipples. You arched and sought more friction but he stayed there, devouring your breasts, his tongue leaving red marks all over your chest.
It was blissful torture. Sweet torment.
His touches traveled low, leaving wet trails on your soft belly and into your bellybutton. Hands gripping under your ass, he brought you closer, draping your legs over his wide shoulders. His breath teased your folds before he buried his face in your pussy. You thrashed and wiggled but he kept you open to his shameless prodding, his tongue licking up your essence, his nose rubbing your clit.
“Keep your pretty cunt open for me,” he ordered bringing your fingers down to part the lips of your pussy.
Dazedly, you did that, drawing apart your outer labia and almost immediately a whimper left you when he licked a thick stripe up your pussy. He was relentless and you trembled, your fingers shaking, no longer baring your pussy to him.
“I said keep yourself open for me,” he ordered again, taking your hand and bringing it back down your folds.
With a soft nod, you obeyed, fingers opening your folds for him to devour. Time lost meaning as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue then sucked at it. You squirmed, trying to get away but he kept his hold firm around you while he prodded your entrance, his tongue teasing you, but never quite dipping in.
He made you go breathier and breathier.
Suckling, teasing, prodding with his tongue. But never giving you what you craved. He always stopped when he sensed your orgasm building.
“Pl…ease,” you whimpered, your body trembling with need. “Please— hnn—n…. need you.”
“I want you to writhe and soak my face with your juicy cunt,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You will not cum until I’m satisfied.”
And indeed you didn’t. He pleasured you but only to a point. He always drew back just in the nick of time. Restless and impatient you succumbed to him while he had his way with you. You very nearly sobbed and tugged impatiently at his shoulders.
“Too…mhh… too much!”
“That will teach your slutty pussy not to tease me again.”
“Sorry, baby,” you muttered, your eyes red and misty. “Wanted you so much—and you were so busy—“
“My little bunny wanted attention?” He drew back, his eyes sad. “Then I am to blame. Come little one. Your mate will give you what you need.”
And with that, he bent back down and began to suckle your poor clit in his warm mouth. This time he didn’t stop. His thumb added to the play and at the mere touch against your pussy, you came with a blissful cry, your whole body shaking, tears of joy at your eyes. It was the strongest, most intense orgasm and you rode it gratefully, his vibrating moans spurring you on.
You barely registered when he shifted, his pants were unfastened and his hard cock pulsed between your legs. Without a word, he thrust powerfully inside you and you cried out, hugging him tightly as he filled you to the brim. His veined shaft kissed your depths, fucking you fast and deep. The force of his slams made you see stars. You matched his movements, buckling and arching, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The room echoed with the sounds of you fucking— wet slaps, your moans and his growls.
Blindly, his lips captured yours and you tasted yourself in his sloppy demanding kiss. Your tongues brushed and tangled as both your pleasure rose higher and higher. You climaxed together, an explosion of sensations for both of you. He cried out your name as you milked his cock, a roar of satisfaction escaping his lips as he filled you with buckets of his seed.
“Well fucked and seed marked,” he drawled, his touch gentle as he stroked your ears, each movement making you melt further into his embrace.
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Contains: drug use (sort of), overstimulation, talk of breeding, size difference
Word Count: 4603
Lore/World-building prompt
After your company Yuletide party, you head out to the mixed species club. Even though it is not your usual scene you wind up going back to a minotaur's apartment for the night. A minotaur's cum is said to have euphoric magical effects and you are about to have a first-hand experience.
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The walls of the club throbbed slightly offbeat with the flashing red and green lights. On the dance floor, bodies writhed to the pulsing beat of the music, so loud that they felt the tone vibrate their bodies to a rap version of Jingle Bells. You watched the moving mass from a stool on the edge near the bar. Some work acquaintances had invited you out with them after the company Yule party, but this was not your usual scene. Perhaps that is why you ended up as the designated sober person and drink watcher. Perhaps your acquaintances had planned it that way, but you’d rather not think about it at the moment.
Your eyes swept over the crowd, picking out two of the three people you had come with. Yet, you could not help but be drawn to the sight of the others on the floor. The monsters. Many of the monsters stood out against the crowd of humans. Larger in size or with noticeable horns or tails. Mixed species bars and clubs were becoming more common ever since the tension with the monsters from the other side of the Rift had given way to peaceful acceptance.
You saw a naga dancing with a woman, her long snake lower half undulating around her partner sensually. A werewolf ground against the rear of his dance partner, advertising the goods under his pants. Dancing with one of your co-workers was a faun, his hairy hands roaming over their lean body suggestively.
Your legs rubbed together with desire. There had always been something about monsters for you. They were just better, more alluring, than humans. Maybe it was the forbidden aspect, how those relationships still broke boundaries even in this peaceful age. Not to mention how fascinating their cultures were, and their biology and magic were outstanding in your eyes. Such variety. Not that you had ever experienced anything with a monster beyond a short kiss with the siren dimensional exchange student in high school during Spin-the-Bottle.
Across the dance floor, your eyes made contact with a massive bull minotaur. The air left your lungs, and your core clenched with want at the sight of him. He was leaning against one of the small tables with a drink in his hand, an orc and an elf were next to him, surveying the stock of potential partners in the club. All three were wearing Santa hats and modified business clothes. They must have come here after a work function too.
“What is a beautiful thing like you doing sitting over here,” a voice asked, a body suddenly pressing against the space beside you.
Glancing over, you saw what had to be a Hollywood cutout of a human pick-up artist leaning against the wall. One of his arms was above his head to take up more space and allow him to lean into you. With that one move, he successfully trapped you between him and the small table on which your and your acquaintances’ drinks sat. It was so intentionally casual that he had to have practiced it. Lame.
“Not interested,” you immediately told him, returning your gaze across the club. The minotaur you had locked eyes with was gone.
“Hey, hey, don’t be like that, babe,” the man said, reaching across your field of view to set his drink on the table. “Come on. Are you feeling self-conscious? That shirt may make you look fat, but the color really brings out your gorgeous eyes.”
You gave the man a look of disgust. “Did you really just try to neg me?! Go away.”
“Don’t be a bitch, that was a compliment.” He went to grab you, but suddenly, a large, meaty hand covered in short black fur wrapped around his wrist. The minotaur from across the club.
“Pretty sure the kyría told you to go away.” His voice was low and deep, almost lost among the throbbing bass of the music, but its edge was just threatening enough to reach their ears.
“Let go of me, animal,” the pick-up artist hissed, struggling vainly against the minotaur’s grip.
“What is in your hand,” the minotaurs asked, not even acknowledging the man’s words. Forcing his hand open, the minotaur pulled out a small bottle of white liquid. Taking it from him, the minotaur sniffed the half-empty bottle. “Really, you spiked her drink with this fake minotaur essence bullcrap?”
“What,” you exclaimed, outraged. “You were trying to drug me?!” Without thinking your foot shot out and nailed the desperate pick-up artist in the stomach. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the Wardens!”
The minotaur released the human as he clutched his stomach in pain. “Fucking cow deserves a beast,” he muttered just loud enough for them to hear as he scurried away.
The minotaur snorted, his hoof scraping the ground, causing the pick-up artist to run all the faster. You flipped off the human before your attention returned to the minotaur towering before you. “Thanks.”
“Minotaurs are guardians,” he said as if that explained everything.
“I thought that was just a stereotype.”
The minotaur smirked, lowering his head, and he spoke into your ear. His low voice resonated in your bones even more than the music. “True for our mates.”
Your face went brick red, your core clenching with desire at his suggestive words.
“Oh,” you managed to squeak out, the noise lost amongst the music. Your face was red hot. In an attempt to cover your sudden inability to speak and cool your face, you reached for your drink.
Then the minotaur’s large, callused hand covered yours. “Hold on, ómorfi̱ kyría; the bastard spiked that.”
“Right,” you replied, your brain still trying to catch up with the attraction and swirl of emotions you were feeling from being flirted with by such a prime specimen of beef. “With the fake, uh, minotaur essence.”
“Exactly, a low move. A woman like you deserves the authentic stuff straight from the source.” He chuckled and leaned in to speak into your ear. “So, can I get you a drink?”
Your mind went blank. No one had ever been so smoothly direct with you before. You weren’t completely sure how you responded, but you felt your mouth move. The minotaur grinned and tugged at your hand, leading you through the press of people. The next thing you knew, the cool night air hit your face, the city night blessedly silent compared to the pounding music of the club. The winter air helped to clear your head.
“My apartment is not far if that is alright with you,” the minotaur suggested as you walked. His low voice stood out even more without the pulse of the music.
“I…that’s fine…”
“There is no pressure, kyría. We can get a hotel room if that is more comfortable for you.” He gestured down the street where a few hourly hotels were set up for people leaving the clubs.
“No, it is fine…I’ve just never done this before.”
“Have sex with a monster or just a minotaur?”
“Well, yes to both, honestly, but more gone home with a stranger from a club. I typically don’t go out to clubs at all…” As you confessed, you felt even more awkward. What were you doing? This was silly. You didn’t even know his name.
He gave a nod. “You are not obliged. I would have stopped that man without wanting you as well. You are beautiful, but you do not owe me.”
A smile came to your face that was sweet of him, something that many humans could not grasp. “Thank you. I-I would like to continue, though. I am simply outside of my usual comfort zone. I am sure once we start, I will feel far different.”
The minotaur nodded again. “Do not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable. Despite what people say, we are not mindless rutting beasts…unless you want me to be.” He winked. The blush you had felt in the club reentered your cheeks.
As you walked, a crowd of drunken people approached, forcing you to move closer to the minotaur. His hand stretched out and wrapped around you, his strong hand gripping your hips as he pulled you close. A snort left him, steam billowing from his nostrils, the sight causing the drunks to back up and hurry along. Even when the group was long gone, his hand did not remove itself from your body but settled on your waist. Its heavy weight was titillating, reinvigorating your blushing desire. Under the pretense of keeping warm you pressed against him further.
It was not long before you arrived at his apartment. At most, it was a ten-minute walk from the club and one of the apartment buildings recently renovated to accommodate the needs of monsters. Even so, he still had to duck to enter the elevator or risk catching his horns. As the elevator rose, the massive hand on your waist began to roam. His thick fingers ran along the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath it to tease your skin. The palm of his hand slid down and cupped your ass cheek with a gentle squeeze.
You bit your lower lip but couldn’t suppress the soft squeak of pleasure from your throat. He massaged your ass, his thumb rubbing circles around the end of your spine. While you were still a bit nervous, the arousal you were feeling started to override it. Glancing over at him, you slid your hand up his strong arm, feeling the powerful muscles underneath his short, bristly fur.
“You like that kyría ,” he asked, pulling you closer to him. Two of his fingers slipped between your legs and rubbed your quickly swelling lips through the cloth of your pants.
“Yes,” you groaned, grinding against his fingers lightly. Glancing down, you saw the bulge in his pants growing. You were about to fuck a monster. A minotaur. Anticipation mixed in with the nervous and arousal.
A smirk graced his snout, his ears flickering with delight. If a bull could purr he did so, “Good.”
The ding of the elevator barely registered in your head, but the minotaur dragged you down the hall to his apartment. For his size, the apartment looked small, though that could have been due to the larger-than-normal furniture taking up more space. But you weren’t allowed more than that cursory glance around before his hands were on you again. His hands rubbed against your body before lifting you up. He put your ass on the high kitchen table as he spoke low in your ear. “You said you had never been with a minotaur before. You might struggle to articulate things after catching a whiff of my essence. What are your boundaries?”
It took a moment for your mind to recognize what he was asking. Plucking the Santa hat from his head you tossed it to the side as you answered. “No butt stuff. Not too rough.”
“Dirty talk, alright? Talk of breeding?” He squeezed your clothed breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, which were already rock hard.
“Nothing degrading, but yes to both otherwise.” You ran your hands across his broad chest, feeling his strong pectoral muscles flexing under your touch. Many beastfolk, like minotaurs, had a breeding kink (though perhaps it was simply vanilla for them), and you wouldn’t deny the appeal of that language either.
“Inside or outside?”
“What,” you asked, pulling back a bit confused.
“Inside,” he dipped his hand in between your legs, “or outside?” He drew his hand up and splayed it across your stomach.
His cum. Where did you want his cum? Your face went deep red again. Taking a long breath to steady yourself, you managed to get your reply out without too much difficulty. “I’ll take some night tea. So, don’t just talk about breeding me; actually do it.”
A low bellow of want released from him, his nostrils flaring. “Careful, kyría , words like those really will turn me into a rutting beast.”
You were about to formulate a reply when he lifted you from the table. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed. Oh, it was a studio apartment that made sense with his horns - fewer doorways. Setting you on the bed, his large fingers fumbled with the small buttons of your shirt.
“Let me,” you told him, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and pants. He watched you remove all but your underpants, his ear twitching and tail swaying with interest. The red of embarrassment began to grow once again under his desired gaze.
“You know,” he said, removing his shirt and revealing his thick, muscled form. “I love how shy humans get about sex. It is cute seeing your face go red.”
He kneeled on the bed, his large, heavy body pressing you down. A wet nose brushed against your cheek. “Now, I will turn the rest of your body red by breeding you all night.”
Your shy nerves hit a tipping point, not to where you withdrew but where the reality crashed upon you. This was happening; this was truly happening. You were going to fuck a minotaur. An excited grin came to your face.
Lifting your hand, you touched the side of his face and pulled his snout to your mouth for a kiss. His broad tongue plunged into your mouth, overwhelming you quickly. Your tiny tongue could barely fight against him, but you managed to rub it back and forth against the underside of his tongue. He pulled back from the kiss just as you ran out of air. A thick strand of saliva connecting your mouths together broke, landing against your chest. The minotaur huffed, his ears twitching with excitement.
His large hands gripped your body, one holding your thigh, massaging the generous flesh, and the other engulfing your breast. “Mmm, look at these. Your tits are so lovely. I could suckle at them for hours.”
Lowering his head, he took your other breast in his mouth. His lips pulled on your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. His fingers rolled your other nipple between them, tugging occasionally. He settled into a rhythmic sucking as if he was trying to milk you. Under his touch, your body writhed, hips rolling underneath him as your pussy swelled with need. Your dripping core brushed against the large member straining in his pants, providing delicious friction.
With a pop, he released your breast from his mouth. The viscous saliva tingling in the cool air of his apartment. “Beautiful.”
He cupped both of them in his hands, massaging the globes, his thumbs circling your nipples. “But just imagine them full of milk. Heavy and swollen. Leaking. I’d hand-milk you every morning while slowly filling you with my cock.”
You moaned at the thought. His hands slid down to your hips. Sliding his thumbs under your panties, he lifted your hips into the air as he pulled them off. Your legs settled around his neck—your slick, swollen core inches from his snout. His broad tongue swept out in a long lick that touched every part of your dripping lower lips. A huff of hot air rushed over your aching clit as he snorted with pleasure.
“Damn, you taste sweet.” His tongue dove back in. Long, slow, broad licks that savored your taste. It felt so good but wasn’t quite enough to make you come. Then you felt his tongue press inside of you. That muscle alone stretched your inner walls; it was as big as most human male members itself. With the same deliberation, he fucked your dripping hole with his tongue. The tip of his tongue pressed against that perfect spot within you, and your vision went white as you came hard across his tongue.
The minotaur pulled back, licking his lips with satisfaction. “Delicious.”
“I--I thought you were going to breed me,” you said with panting breath as you came down from your orgasmic high.
“Oh, that is next. But a woman like you deserves the effort of making you orgasm without the influence of my cum.” Carefully, he lifted your legs off of his shoulders and set your ass on the bed. Standing, his gaze fixed you in place as he pulled the ties of his pants. He was not wearing anything underneath.
His jet-black fur went all the way down his body, covering the heavy ballsack between his furred legs. Jutting out of its sheath was the only bare skin - his meaty cock dripping with precum. The scent of the precum reached your nose. The musky aroma immediately entranced you. Your body was already flushed with arousal, sensitive from orgasm, but you shuddered with pleasure at the mere scent. What would it be like to consume it?
Eyes dilating, you focused on the magnificent source of the musk. Reaching out, your fingers touched the searing heat of his thick member. You couldn’t even wrap your hand all the way around. Before you could lower your head and press your lips to the flared head of his member, the minotaur’s hand cupped your chin and forced you to look at him.
“Last chance to back out, kyria ,” he warned, “trust me. Once you have a taste, the essence will take full effect.”
Blinking, you realized that, indeed, you had so quickly succumbed to his musk that tasting his cum would put you in a state unable to express yourself except in pleasure. “You’re sweet,” you told him with a smile, “and I intend to take you up on that offer of a drink from the source. You’ll have enough to breed me afterward, right?”
The minotaur grinned and released your chin. “I guarantee you will be thoroughly bred.”
Still smiling, you lowered your head to his weeping member. White beads of his manly minotaur essence drew your eye. Leaning forward you pressed a gentle kiss against his glands. The scent was overwhelming you had to taste it. Opening you mouth the creamy precum washed over your tongue - it was salty yet with rich flavor you found hard to describe.
Even more indescribable was the sensation of the essence taking hold on you. The almost like breathing in peppermint a tingling sensation course through your head, energizing you. Yet, like hot chocolate the round whole flavor washed over you like soaking in a hot bath as your muscles relaxed. The combined sensation was a lethargic yet ever present need for the succulent thing in front of you - cock. You needed cock.
With slow movements, as if in awe of the member before you, you began to lick and suck at his cock. You had to get more of that wonderful essence within you. You needed it within you, on you, your body craved his cum.
Your hands pumped along his length as you tried to work his cock into your mouth. The essence leaking from his tip worked its magical effects. Relaxing your jaw and tongue but also allowing them to stretch past their usual boundaries. Soon you were bobbing you head. There were still physical limitations even with his essence easing the way but you managed to work a good third of his cock into your mouth and down your throat. Usually you’d choke on something this big but with the magic of his essence your throat had become an accommodating zone of pleasure - for both him and you.
His large hand gripped the back of your head guiding your motions. A snorting grunt of pleasure escaped him. “By Asterion, your mouth is magic kyria. ”
Your hands continued to pump the rest of his length. His was hot and pulsing under your fingers. He forced your head back and forth faster, fucking your throat. Suddenly, his searing essences poured down your throat straight into your stomach. You moaned around his cock, your hands continuing to pump him, as you were rewarded with three more spurts of his creamy cum.
With a pop the minotaur removed the still hard cock from your mouth. It felt like you were floating. Drunk on his cock. High from his cum. You reached for his cock once more. You wanted to worship it. You could spend hours sucking him off until his cum bloated your stomach. Yet, he pulled you away and up into his arms, your needy pussy spread wide as your legs were situated on either side of his body.
“No, no more in your mouth. I am going to breed you now kyria. Your pussy will be overflowing with my cum.”
Oh. That did sound better. Your aching pussy filled to the brim. Cum in its proper place.
His thick cock rubbed along your pussy. You ground against it the remainder of his cum spreading across your slick folds, starting its magic to make him fit inside of you.
“What an eager mate,” he commented, letting you cover his member with your needy juices. “Look at your beautiful body flushed red for me.”
“P-peas,” you grounded unable to pronounce your plea correctly with how far your mind was gone.
“You can still speak? I’ll have to fix that.” With a grin, his stopped your hips’ grinding. Dragging your body up he positioned the wide head of his cock against your dripping hole. Achingly slow he pressed inside of you. His wide cock stretched every part of you. A deep throaty moan left you as the thick rod hit your cervice. He was barely halfway in you.
The minotaur pulled back his cock scraping your insides.
“Nooo,” you moaned as the wonderful fullness left you. He stopped with his flared tip just barely inside of you. Then with a swift motion, he forced you down onto his cock.
Your mind went blank from the pleasure. Everything else faded from your awareness. All there was, was the minotaur holding you and the hot cock within you.
Your inner walls pulsed with orgasm but he continued to move your hips up and down his length. His essence was slowly opening your needy pussy to his huge cock but the remnants from your blowjob weren’t enough. You needed more in order to take him all. And he was all too happy to provide.
With a bellow, he forced your hips down as far as they could go as he dumped another round of cum into you. The searing hot cum filled your hole prompting another orgasm from you. A wordless scream of pleasure left your throat. Your naked body pressed against his fur-covered chest, your fingers gripping his hard muscles.
Yet, even as you came for the third time that night you wanted more. You tried to beg for that. Plea for more. But as he had promised, words were wiped from your mind. As your lips formed the “mm” all that followed was a long deep moan. “Mmoooo!”
“There we go, kyria . Give in to the pleasure.” His member was still rock hard inside of you. Shifting your body he laid you on the bed, his cock never leaving your pussy so his cum was sealed inside of you working its magic.
“This is why I love humans. Shy at first. Watching breaking you down until you give into your true nature.” As he spoke the minotaur manuvored your legs and hips until he was holding you down in a mating press, his hand holding your arms down so all you could do was receive him.
You tried to beg again but all that came out was another moo-like moan. He chuckled, the vibration coursing through you causing a whimper. Leaning over you he pulled your ecstasy-addled face to his, dominating you with a kiss. “Pleasure-drunk, breeding cows.”
His cock pressed further into you as the cum worked its magical effect. Deliberate, unyielding pressure let his thick, meaty rod sink into your body. Half his cock. Three-quarters. Seven-eighths. He pulled back to the tip. Then with a mighty thrust, his cock hilted in your pussy, his cum squirting out.
The minotaur jack-hammered into you. His balls, heavy with thick cum even after two orgasms, slapped against you. All of it. You wanted all of his cum. He was right. This was your true nature. This is what you wanted all along. To be a pleasure-drunk breeding cow for a minotaur. With breasts swollen with milk for your calves. Your bull filling you with his cock as he milked you.
“Fuck, kyria , your cunt is sweeter than a purebred Bova. I’ve never had a human take me this well.” His hips stuttered as he came once more. You screamed as you came along with him. Your eager walls milking the cum from his cock.
He let your cream-filled pussy rest as he sat on his hooves, his eyes staring at the cum bubbling from your hole. You stared at the ceiling, your chest heaving with effort. Your body limp from both pleasure and the cum’s magic. Slowly you were able to lower your legs causing a stream of cum to pour out of you. With shaking hands, you reached down and stroked your swollen abused lips spreading his cum around. Once your fingers were covered in the sticky cream you lifted your fingers to your mouth.
Tongue lolling out of your mouth you greedily sucked your fingers clean. The minotaur grunt with amusement. Managing to glance at him you saw his cock half deflated but now regrowing to full size. Grabbing your ankle he turned you on your hands and knees. Without prelude, he slammed himself into your pussy once more.
“You have turned me into a rutting beast, kyria ,” he told you between thrusts. His huge hands reached around you to hold your breasts. His powerful fingers twisting and tugging on your engorged nipples.
“If this were the old days I would whisk you away. Guard your fertile body to ensure you only carried my calves. My own personal breeding cow. Milk you when our calf was weaned to keep the milk in you then breed you over and over. Start a herd.”
You were helpless beneath him. All you could do was moan and pant underneath him. All you could do was receive his cock and cum with ecstatic joy.
Several orgasms and about an hour later even the mighty virile minotaur was spent. You were filled with his cum but the effects of it were beginning to fade as you laid on top of him in the bed. His powerful arms were wrapped around your waist possessively. Your hands mindlessly stroked his fur as his chest rose and fell beneath you.
“Are you alright, kyria,” he asked, his massive chest rumbling under you. “I didn’t go too hard did I?”
“No,” you replied, nuzzling into him, too tired to elaborate at all. You were still processing the intense experience.
“Good, good…so, I am not sure how much you remember but I was just caught up in the moment saying I’d turn you into a breeding cow…that being said…I don’t suppose you’d be open to seeing each other again?”
Shakily you managed to lift yourself up to look into his deep brown eyes. You released a tired chuckle.
“What,” he asked, his hands tightening a tad nervously on your waist.
“I just realized,” you told him with another chuckle, “I don’t even know your name.”
“Oh,” he chuckled now as well, “I’m Tyrus. Pleasured to meet you…um…”
You chuckled once more and told him your name. “It has been a pleasure Tyrus and I would love to see you again.”
as it's done every 100 years, you are given to the dragon prince in exchange for your kingdom's safety. your marriage will make him a king, and you'll help to continue his family line. the dragon prince wants as little to do with you as you do with him; this was forced upon both of you.
while the vows of marriage may be the accepted way to seal a marriage bond in your own country, it is not so in the land of the dragons. there, such lifelong vows can only be sealed with the body.
when you return to his homeland, the dragon prince leads you to a raised dais plush with pillows. surrounded by heads of state, he shoves that fat, textured cock of his inside you. in front of everyone, he begins to fuck you—but the deeper he sinks in, the more this perfunctory mating is driving him wild.
overcome by how blissful and wet and tight you feel, now he's rutting you, stifling your moans with his mouth, clutching you with his claws as you soak him up so sweetly. then, he fills you full with his seed while the other dragons watch, making sure all of it stays inside you.
now, the bond is truly sealed, and perhaps this marriage won't be so bad.
You let out a whine as your mate held you on his lap, his knot stuffed inside of you. “N-no, it’s gross…”
He chuckled as you pouted and squirmed, giving your cheek a soft lick with his large tongue. “I’m only marking what’s mine. It’ll all come out when the swelling goes down…”
A hand reached out to rub your clit, making your cunt squeeze around his cock. “B-but… I’m already so full…”
“You said you wanted me to use you as my little toy, didn’t you princess?”
“Yeah…”
You puffed out your chubby cheeks, and he couldn’t help but kiss them. “Listen, I won’t stuff you full. Just a little, alright?”
“J-just a little…”
He smiled, burying his face into your neck to concentrate. Soon, the warm feeling of his piss filling you up made your toes curl and your body shiver. It was a strange, yet not unpleasant sensation.
Soft purrs tumbled through his chest as he gently rubbed your belly, his sharp teeth nipping at your neck. “All mine… everyone will be able to tell you’ve been marked just by getting of whiff of my piss on you…”
He chuckled, his claw circling around the small bulge in your belly. “Well, in this case, in you…”
You stayed stuffed full of piss, being peppered in kisses and lightly bounced on his knot until it finally deflated.
It all gushed out of you at once, leaving you feeling relieved… yet empty. As he picked you up and carried you to the bath, you buried your face into his neck.
“Could… we try this again sometime? I feel all empty now…”
His hair stood up, his tail wagging furiously. “Of course… anything for you, love.”
your dragon boyfriend doesn’t have a “human form.” he’s a big ass dragon, and he loves you more than any gold. he rescued you from some knights who wanted to use you, and now he keeps you safe and fed and happy. his cock is far too big, so at night he bites his claws down smooth, puts a finger inside you and fucks you so good with it, licking you, unable to stop the steam that comes out of his nose when he breathes in your smell. then you curl up to the soft scales of his chest. now you’re never cold, and you’re always safe.
I'm in my werewolf era. I just want one to stick a huge tongue down my throat, drool dripping on my face, fangs pressing into my cheeks. I just want claws digging into the flesh of my thighs, yanking me closer as my werewolf desperately sinks his drooling cock in me. he would beg to let him knot me, like his body has been craving so badly ever since we met. he wants to see me swell up with his pups and he can't take it anymore, so I agree. he fucks me, one orgasm after another, until I'm just soft enough for his knot to slide in. he pants and drools and moans, telling me how good I am for taking it, how sweet I'll look all swollen up and full with him.
i focus better when cock warming a toy or something and ugggggh werewolf boyfriend helping me study by letting me sit on his big cock and slowly going brain dead as my pussy throbs around him.
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