I admit that fucking a centaur is awkward, but I think the benefits outweigh the costs. Probably much taller than you. Massive fucking horsecock and balls to worship. Incredibly powerful hips capable of pounding you with aforementioned massive cock. Hooves pawing at the ground in front of you as you hear gasps far above you. So so much cum being pumped into you by those massive balls. Yeah.
Imagine you're a scientist. You work for, probably, not the most ethical of organizations. The work you do was supposed to involve research demonic power and it uses to better the world. But, instead, you've found yourself observing and dispensing of gallons of demon cum.
The idea started simple. Demons generate energy through their impulsive and sinful natures. So, if one can find a way to "milk" out that energy, then it could be used a potential limitless source to power anything one can dream of.
The drawback is that, between the seven deadly sins, Lust has been the only nature that's consistently drawn the most power over time.
Thus, you - standing in front of the observation bay windows - watching a demon pound away into a milking machine. He was large and muscular, thick horns jutting outwards and sharp enough to kill a man with the smallest of gestures. He had a name - supposedly - but demon language meant nothing but gibberish to human ears. You just called him "Dee".
The job wouldn't be so bad, The cum wasn't very useful and you had the job of disposing of it, if it weren't for the fact that the more "higher up" scientists had noticed this particular demons energy output rose exponentially when you watched them.
It wasn't being in the same room, whether it be through camera or window, the thing somehow knew when you were watching him. In recordings, he would fuck into the machine, for lack of a better word, "vanilla". Rhythmically fucking in and out almost bored by its predicament. But when you entered the room... When you watched the live feed...
Dee's breath hitched and he picked up the speed. His hips pulled out in long and swaying thrusts, becoming more targeted to the phantom mares inner collection chamber. As if he were fucking a real body. His body hunched forward and he breathed against the metal frame and spoke in demon tongue. And his claws, they dragged into the ground, being careful not "hurt" the fake body it was presented with.
It was showing off. Everyone knew that it was thinking of you when it thrust inside. That it wanted you to replace that the unfeeling, robotic hole that it fucked day in and day out.
And, what started out as disgust, was slowly turning warmth and arousal. You were growing jealous of the mechanical contraction it bred.
You shake your head of these thoughts. This isn't you. You're a scientist, dammit! You do not find the sight in front of you arousing.
You stare through the window at Dee continuing his fucking. His hips are slowly edging out of the machine before drawing back in. You can see the way the tight O around its silicone rim tries to suck Dee back in. Like it want to keep him there.
You feel your fingers touch your lips. Without realizing it, you had started dragging the palm of your hand over your groin, eliciting a small moan. You push your fingers inside your wet mouth and begin to coat them in saliva.
Dee pauses and lifts his head up, sniffing the air. Then pulls out completely. He spreads his cloven hoofs into a position that gives him more leverage and drags clawed hands over the phantom mare like one would on a lover.
You groan and pull your slicked fingers from your mouth and them downwards towards their goal.
You're naked now. How did that happen? The question floats in your mind but its quickly dashed by wetness rubbing against your entrance.
In the room in front of you, you see Dee circle his hips over the sucking entrance of the machine. You mimic the movement with your fingers, dragging them in uncommitted circles. Not satisfying at all. You whine. Alone in the room, no one can hear you debase yourself like this. Dee can't even hear you.
Shouldn't be able to hear you.
But his claws tighten into the metal plating and his cock spurts out cum over its entrance. He can feel how badly you want this too.
He thrusts inside, and sets the pace for rough-hard fucking. You try to match his tempo, thrusting fingers inside without thought. You're entranced by the sight of Dee fucking the mare like an animal. His breathing matches your own, ragged and desperate. You can't stop fucking yourself on your hand and you whine at how shallow they bury inside.
You want something deeper. Harder. Thicker.
But then Dee stops his thrusts and pulls out. You cry, "Why'd you stop? Oh..." You beg almost deliriously, but look to see a flood of cum pour out of the machine.
You’re panting, still naked in the observation room, thinking about what had just happened.
You had been watching Dee fuck the milking machine, just as you always do, and all the sudden you were overcome with the urge to shove your hand inside yourself as deep as it would go. That had never happened before. You should probably go report this.
But then you look up and see the machine beeping uncontrollably, - indicating that it’s full – and Dee standing off to the side, waiting to be ushered into confinement while the lab techs (usually you) to come in and clean up. His cock is still hard, leaking onto the floor. It always is. You need to go report what just happened.
You should grab someone else to clean up the machine. You should not be alone with Dee right now.
Instead you put your clothes back on and you use the key pad to open the door to Dee’s room.
You don’t look at him, cheeks warm with embarrassment, as you walk over to the machine. Dee should be locked up right now, but some overwhelming part of you doesn’t want that. You stare ahead at the tanks full of Dee’s cum and the thick mess spilling out of the mare. On any normal day this would take an hour or so to clean.
You awkwardly realize you didn’t bring you’re a mop or any janitorial tools to clean the inside of the sleeve, so resolve yourself to unlatching and carrying out the tanks for disposal. It’s a simple matter to flip a switch that automatically unhooks a tank. They’re already attached to wheels and handlebar for quick transportation.
But as you lean forward to grab hold of the bar, you feel a presence behind you. A clawed hand, bigger than your torso, wraps around your middle and a warm breath of air tingles down your neck. Your heartbeat starts to pound, but not out of fear. You should be terrified, but all you can feel is pulsing warmth in your crotch and a need.
For a moment, you wait for Dee to do something. Then, it occurs to you he’s waiting for your permission to go further. He understands that once you too start there’s no going back.
You bite your lip and spread your legs wider, turning your neck to show Dee you want this. There’s a rumble behind and you yelp slightly as tightens his hold around you and lifts you up off the ground.
He lays you down on to of the phantom mare and you gasp at the cold metal under your cloths. Your legs dangle a foot off the ground, but Dee’s hand is there on your back to keep you from falling. He rips through your pants effortlessly and you feel your body tremble in excitement. Is this really happening?
He positions himself as he would if he were just fucking the machine, but now he holds you still and presses the enormous head of his cock against your waiting entrance. It won’t fit, you think deliriously. You’ve taken the measurements. His cock is longer than you are tall and thicker than any human could realistically take. But, as he presses forward, opening you up for his pleasure, you begin to realize the merits of being fucked by a being from hell.
Your skin crackles with unknown energy as he slowly presses inwards. You moan and writhe beneath him, wanting more but terrified that he’ll reach your limits eventually.
He never does.
All you feel is pressure and pleasure as he fills you so completely, you cum before the real fucking begins. You feel him chuckle into your neck at your inability to keep control. You were about to get after him for it when Dee decides that he’s prepared you enough to start fucking.
You cry out at his rough treatment, fucking you so hard you know you should bruise or at least feel pain. But there’s none of that. Demonic cum pours within you as if you were the same as the phantom mare meant for collecting his seed. You feel like nothing more than his cock sleeve, and it feels glorious.
You cum at the feeling of cum filling your belly and demonic energy settling over your body. It’s all too much. You need to ask Dee to slow down, that you can’t take much more.
But then he leans down and speaks a language you shouldn’t understand, “Mate. Beautiful. Worship mate. Make you pregnant. Make you mine!” He rams inside of you and forces more cum into your depths. Your eyes draw up as you cry out the strongest orgasm of your life. It’s too much for your tiny human body too handle. And all of the sudden, all you know is darkness.
wolf-shifter x human!fem!Reader
Good to know: smut, slight breeding kink
Your friend-with-benefits wolf-shifter, who swears up and down that it’s just sex, nothing serious, forgets all about casual the second he is buried balls-deep in your pussy. The second you are on your hands and knees in front of him, ass high, his cock sliding over your folds, everything changes.
He lines himself up, hands groping your hips, and as soon as he pushes in, inch by inch, thick and hot and stretching, his breath shudders and his voice breaks. "F-fuck, baby." He starts slow at first, rocking and filling you to the hilt each time. "You’re squeezing me so good," he murmurs, hips picking up their pace. "Pussy is fluttering already. You want me to fill you up, baby? You want me to stuff you full?"
His hands stroke your hips and sides, like he can’t decide where to worship you first.
"Mm… you’re so good. So fucking good for me. Take it, baby. Take all of me. Let me give you everything. Gonna leave it deep, let it take. You’ll be dripping with me for days. That’s it, that’s my girl."
You cum hard, clenching down around him, shaking, and he moans against your neck, hips snapping into you a little harder. His knot swells at your entrance, pushing, stretching, and he groans, voice breaking into praise.
"Oh god, oh god, you’re perfect. Let me knot you, baby. Let me stay right here, locked inside. Keep my cum where it belongs. You’re so good, so beautiful, so mine."
He pushes the swollen base past your opening with a slow, careful grind, locking himself deep. Hot spurts flood you, his cock jerking as he fills you, and he keeps talking, voice gone to a wrecked whisper:
"Mm… yeah… take it all. Take all of me, baby. You’re so good. You’re so perfect. Fuck, I wanna stay like this forever. My sweet girl… my perfect little thing…"
You’re trembling under him, stuffed full, leaking around the seal of his knot. He nuzzles into your neck, his hands stroking your sides, your stomach, the slight bulge where he’s buried so deep.
"Shhh…" he coos, voice low and warm. "You’re so good. Look at you, taking it so well." His knot holds you together, his cum seeping deep inside, and every little roll of his hips makes you moan again.
"God, you’re still clenching," he murmurs. "Still milking me. You’re gonna make me cum again if you keep doing that, baby."
This was 1000000% inspired by this anon. I tweaked it a bit though because the idea being paid to get fucked and loving it just makes me really happy.
On with the smut!
The holidays have always been a busy time for the company, especially on the days leading up to New Years. Tensions run high, patience runs short, and people just need a little relief.
Which is where you and your colleagues come in. Literally.
You've just clocked in and you're hurrying towards your cubicle when your manager sees you. Her eyebrows raise a fraction as a knowing smile curves her lips.
"Someone's here early," Maxine comments. As if anyone's ever late for this job.
Your cheeks burn even as you grin back at her. Kicking off your shoes, you quickly pull up your skirt before reaching for your desk drawer. Maxine comes to stand behind you, and you feel arousal thrum through you at the weight of her gaze on your body.
"Nice and wet," she purrs, stepping up to you and easily sliding two fingers into your cunt. You can feel her cock pressing into your hip. Not for the first time, you wondered what it would be like for her to fuck you. The thought made you clench down on her fingers.
"Early bird gets the biggest dick, right?" you joke breathlessly. A little whine escapes you and you arch your back to take her in deeper.
"She sure does." Maxine pulls out with a regretful sigh, although she does take the time to deliver a sharp slap to your ass before licking her fingers clean. "Get to work, cutie."
"Yes, ma'am," you say with an unsteady salute. Watching her walk away, you find it almost impossible to drag your eyes away from the sway of her hips.
God, she is so hot.
It takes you a moment to shake yourself out of your daze. A few of your colleagues have started showing up, and you smile and nod in greeting, unmindful of your bare ass on full display.
Just another day here at the Daily Grind.
You quickly pull on your panties and start up your computer.
The whole pussy portal thing isn't just about providing a warm hole for a customer to fuck. That's certainly a big part of it, but it's not the only thing. It's about the experience; offering your client a moment of easy access comfort, whether it's a quick place to dump their loads or something to grind into over the course of a few hours.
It isn't long before you feel the blunt head of a cock pressing against your cunt. There's a tentativeness to it that makes you think this is a first time customer and—you check your system—yup, never used the Grind before. You feel a tingle of excitement as the cock makes a quick, short thrust forward. A few of your colleagues aren't crazy about new prospects; they tend to prefer fucking frequent fliers who already know what they like.
But you love it, the thrill of not knowing what you're going to get. Are you in for a hard, fast fuck, or are they going to drag things out? Will the person on the other end of the portal cum inside you quickly, overwhelmed by your tight, wet heat, or will they make you work for it, warming their cock inside you while you squirm with want but unable to do anything about it?
This morning, the person fucking you is hungry for release. After the initial hesitation, they've picked up the pace. Their cock is stretching you out in the most delicious way, pumping in and out of your cunt and forcing little grunts from your throat every time they bottom out. You grip your desk, knuckles turning white, as you're powerless to do anything else but take it.
And that's when you hear it.
Moaning.
It seems you aren't the only early bird in the office today.
You sit up with difficulty, eyes scanning the office until you finally find the source of all that delightful moaning. Diagonally across from you is Olivia, slumped in her chair with her head thrown back and her legs parted for you to see her pussy speared open on what appeared to be a massive cock. She's writhing in her seat, rolling her nipple between the fingers of one hand while the other toys with her clit. Every time she seems to get close to tipping over the edge, she backs off, drawing things out.
Fuck, she's gorgeous.
Between the cock fucking you with abandon and the sight of Olivia playing with her pussy, you can't stop the high-pitched whimper from escaping your throat. Her gaze immediately jumps over to yours. Her eyes briefly widen with surprise before the haze of arousal clouds her expression. Slowly, deliberately, she brings her fingers up from her cunt to her mouth and lewdly flicks her tongue over every inch of skin, hungrily lapping up her wetness.
Your whole body tightens in response; you're so close to orgasm that you can practically taste it. The response only serves to egg on the cock fucking you. Their thrusts are getting more erratic, fast and jerky until finally—
"Oh. Oh, my fucking…" Your voice fails you then as your eyes rolls back in your head. Shivering and shaking, your cunt greedily milks the cock as it cums in side you. It pumps load after load of cum inside you; a few feet away, you can hear Olivia cursing as she watches.
For a few long moments, it's all you can do to catch your breath. The cock that had spent the last few minutes fucking you pulls out, having no interest in sticking around, at it leaves you feeling sticky and used. Finally, with an immense effort, you force your eyes open.
Olivia's still watching you.
"Come here," she orders hoarsely.
You don't hesitate. Standing up on shaky legs, you stumble over to her as cum trickles down your thighs. Olivia doesn't need to say anything; you know exactly what she wants.
She clamps her thighs around your head, forcing your face into her cunt. Fuck, she tastes incredible. Her wetness coats your lips and cheeks and tongue, heady, while her pussy continues to get pounded. You wonder if the person on the other end of the portal can feel your tongue flicking over their cock as you eat Olivia out. The tiny corner of your brain that's still functioning makes note to talk to Maxine to test it out. But that doesn't matter now; Olivia's getting close, you can feel it.
You're distantly aware of more voices coming into the office, but you pay them no mind. All you can focus on is Olivia's drenched cunt and the way her hands are tightening in your hair to the point of pain.
When Olivia finally does cum, she does so with a loud squeal. Her hips buck and jerk against you, effectively fucking your face. She squirts all over your face, drenching you, and, fuck, she's delicious. And before long, the person fucking her cums too, no doubt tipped over by the way Olivia's pussy is clenching and convulsing around them.
Slowly, her grip on your hair loosens and she caresses trembling fingers over your cheeks. You look up at her with a dazed grin.
"Man," she said with a giddy laugh. "Don't you love this job?"
And as you feel another cock probing at the entrance to your cunt through the portal, you have to admit.
So I have been completely obsessed with @imalwayspr3tty’s tags on this ask (#self corruption due to your own greedy holes my beloved) ever since I saw them. Literally haven’t been able to think of anything else and it inspired this next instalment of adventures with your little slime.
It’s been a few weeks since you got your slime and everything’s going great. Better than great, even. You can’t remember the last time you’d had so much fun. Sure, you keep having to wash your sheets in the morning after having cum all over them the night before, but you figure it’s a fair trade. After all, the novelty of the slime is bound to wear off soon and then you can get back to your usual routine. A few cancelled plans aren’t going to hurt anyone.
Only… it seems to be taking a while for you to settle into things were before the slime. Your friends have noticed; they tease you about how distracted you’ve been lately, and you do your best to laugh it off. Honestly, you don’t remember what any of them have said. All you can think about is returning home and freeing your little slime from its terrarium and feeding it into your soaked cunt.
You skip out on your friends early, feigning a headache. There are some worried looks and someone even offers to drive you home, but you decline. As soon as you walk in through your front door, you’re stripping out of your clothes, barely remembering to lock up behind you. You’re naked and desperate and needy by the time you make it to your bedroom, and your hands are shaking as you lift the lid off the slime’s enclosure.
“Please,” you say, reaching your hand down to allow it to slither around your wrist to your forearm. You drop to your knees, legs spread wide, as you bring it to your soaked cunt, all but shoving it inside you.
The creature doesn’t disappoint; it never does.
It burrows inside you eagerly, coating itself in your wetness and beginning to grow almost immediately. A shaky sigh of relief escapes you as you roll over onto your back, not even bothering to crawl over to your bed. The slime twists and turns and writhes inside you, proving the most delicious friction. It doesn’t take long for you to cum the first time, barely more than a minute or two. A loud keen tears from your throat as you clench down around the slime, drawing it deeper inside you, gushing all over it and giving it exactly what it needs to expand inside your cunt.
Cool, slick limbs creep out from between your wet folds, the creature’s touch making you shiver as it traces up your thighs to your belly. You know that before the night is over your tummy will be round and swollen, bloated with cum and, fuck, the idea makes your hips instinctively buck into the air.
The night ends just as you know it will.
You’re surrounded by tentacles. A few tease your nipples, managing to coax a few droplets of milk from them before immediately lapping it up. Some hold you spread open wide, receptive to each appendage taking its turn fucking you. Your holes are receptacles for the slime’s pleasure. Drool is running down your chin as you suck and slurp and gulp around the tentacle in your mouth as it secretes a sweet, sticky substance down your throat. Multiple tentacles have worked their way into your cunt and ass, filling you so deeply that it’s all you can do to breathe past the agonising fullness.
Your skin is soaked with sweat and cum and spit. In this moment, the person you were before the slime first crawled into your cunt ceased to exist. This is your purpose. A cum dump for the slime that had become your master.
It’s a very long night and the slime is insatiable. Finally, the darkness of exhaustion pulls you into sleep. But it doesn’t matter.
The slime is far from finished with you.
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You wake up the next day with a fully formed plan in your head, as though your sleeping, blissed out brain had been working on it overnight.
Instead of keeping the slime in its terrarium, you’ve decided to keep it inside you. This way, you don’t have to rush home to take care of it and you get to feel it shifting inside you throughout the day, keeping you wet and on edge all the time.
Why didn’t I think of this before?
And it works out pretty well for the most of your work day. You’re laughing and flirting, enjoying being in a dress for a change and loving the sensation of your cunt being full and thrilling at the occasional teasing touches to your clit. And if you wriggle around in your chair a little every now and then to get some extra stimulation, who’s to know?
Things start to go downhill just before closing time. The slime’s been quiet for most of the day, idly twisting and turning but without any real intent. That changes rapidly as you’re finishing up the last of your paperwork.
The slime begins to move more deliberately now, slender tendrils creeping out from between your folds and tickling the inside of your thighs. You let out a little squeak at the touch, and a coworker from a nearby cubicle gives you a curious look.
“Everything okay?"
“Fi… fine,” you stammer. Giving an unconvincing smile, you turn back to your computer, pressing your thighs tightly together in the hopes that the slime will take the hint.
It doesn’t.
And it refuses to be denied.
The tentacles are surprisingly strong as they push your thighs apart, insistent as they slowly creep up your front beneath the thin fabric of your dress. And even that ghost of a touch feels so good.
What’s the harm? whispers the devil on your shoulder. Things at work have quietened down, you’re at your desk facing your computer. No one will know.
The slime could be fucking you right here, in your office, just feet away from your colleagues with no one the wiser. Just the thought makes your cunt clench.
There’s no question of whether or not you’ll give in. With a deep, shaky inhale, you spread your thighs further, putting in your air pods with trembling fingers and keeping your head down to discourage anyone from speaking to you.
And all the while, the slime is growing inside you.
The tendrils beneath your dress have stretched up to your tits now, and they play with your aching nipples in a way that has you fighting back a moan. Another tentacle moves to probe at your asshole, teasing you only briefly before pressing inside you. You stare at your computer screen, mind blank as lust threatens to engulf you. The slime is fucking your cunt deeper and deeper now, a thick tentacle threatening to bump right against your cervix.
People are packing their things, calling out goodbyes. You don’t trust your voice, so you lift an unsteady hand to wave before quickly hunching over your desk. An orgasm is building inside you, so close you can taste it on the tip of your tongue, but you’re fighting to stay in control. There’s no doubt in your mind that you won’t be able to keep quiet.
You try to ignore how wet the idea makes you, how the thought of screaming out your pleasure so the whole building can hear what you sound like when you cum makes you want to throw caution to the wind and do just that.
It’s time to leave. You need to get out of here before your manager comes to usher you out. The short walk to your car passes in something of a daze. You have no idea if you’ve even packed everything you needed beyond making sure you have your keys.
The slime doesn’t let up on fucking you, even as you stumble and drop your keys a few times. Or maybe that’s the point. Bending over to retrieve them, you have no doubt that a stray gust of wind would bare your stretched out pussy and asshole to anyone who happened to pass by.
Fuck, it's all you can do not to sprawl down onto your back in the middle of the street and let the slime fuck you at will, to hell with the consequences. With a massive effort, you force yourself to keep moving, stumbling your way to your car in the now-abandoned parking lot.
Your hands are shaking uncontrollably as you finally unlock the driver’s door and flop into the front seat. It's too much effort to shut the door behind you; all you can think to do is push the seat back as far as it will go to give the slime the room it will need to fuck you like a whore right where anyone can see.
And that’s exactly what it does.
The slime expands almost immediately, pinning your arms at your sides and curling around your thighs. Impatient limbs rip the flimsy fabric of your dress, exposing your tits and the slender tendrils still toying with your nipples. Your cry of alarm is cut off when a thick tentacle shoves between your lips, threatening to gag you. Eyes rolling back in your head, all you can do is try to remember to breathe as you suck and slurp on the tentacle now fucking your mouth.
There isn’t a part of your body that the slime isn’t touching, caressing your bare skin and coaxing the most obscene sounds out of your throat. It’s insatiable after being denied for so long and seemingly intent on wringing every bit of wetness and pleasure from your body that it can. One orgasm is followed up quickly by another, leaving you weak and trembling and starving for the creature to dump its load inside you. Despite the limited space and its tight hold on you, you spread your legs even wider in a wordless plea for more.
More pleasure.
More tentacles inside you.
More of its cum.
Once again, there’s nothing left of the person you once were. All that exists is this desperate, gluttonous set of holes, straining for its next orgasm and for the privilege of serving its master.
lucky for you, you're a quick learner. you have come to understand the quirks of behavior, the rules, that come with cohabitating with your tentacled guest.
rule 1: always slake its thirst.
it drinks your juices up greedily, milking you for more whenever one orgasm isnt enough. there's no fighting it, when it's got direct access to your clit and your holes, and about as many tentacles as there are stars in the sky. no matter where you are or what you're doing, when it's thirsty, you WILL be cumming hard. so you've learned pretty quickly how to put together a pretty solid poker face, even as it pounds a twisted braid of tentacles inside you and makes the most perverted squishing noises come out of your pussy. you're still working on not doubling over, but it's enough when you're just videoconferencing with your team. at least they cant see how your knees are shuddering closed around the frantically pumping bulge in your panties.
rule 2: when it goes dormant, do not disturb it with quick movements or loud noises.
your guest is something of a light sleeper, and extremely petty. if you wake it, either by jostling it too much or by exposing it to sudden noises, you're fucked for the next few hours. it will pinch and twist at your clit and ram mercilessly inside you, almost like a downstairs neighbor with a broom, against your cervix until it's satisfied that you get the hint. you've learned to wear noise cancelling bluetooth headphones any time you're expecting a call, just so the ringing doesn't disturb your guest. you made the mistake once of letting your manager's call go unanswered and it held you hostage, whimpering piteously against the cruel pinching on your clit and the harsh, unexpected railing, for the better part of the afternoon. you told your manager you'd been puking into the toilet, as an excuse for why you answered the call with mascara running down your reddened cheeks. you're not sure she bought it.
rule 3: don't even think about removing it.
as far as it's concerned, your hole belongs to it, and your top priority is to keep it near your hole. you're not even sure how it understands this, but if it even gets the slightest hint that you want it out of your pants, it will caress and gently suck and stroke your clit with dozens of tiny suckers until you're teetering on the brink of an excellent orgasm. and then it will keep you on that edge for as long as it deems necessary to convince you that you need it attached to your hole. it'll tease you by slipping one or two skinny tentacles in your hole and twisting and knotting them inside you-- noticeable enough to bring a moan to your lips, but not substantial enough to stimulate a full orgasm. or by gently strumming against your clit with a hundred tiny nubs, simulating the firmness and wetness of a very insistent tongue. it will hold you on the edge, keep you wet and dazed, for days or weeks. whatever it takes for it to break you of the thought that you don't need it in you constantly, forever. you've made that mistake twice. the first time, it let you cum after three tortured days. the second time, it kept you right on the edge for three agonizing months. both times, when you were allowed to cum, the orgasm was so hard and powerful you passed out. when you came to, you felt sore and used and unaware of how much time had passed. of how many times it had used your unconscious body for its own pleasure.
When the spirits told you you were going to get a visit from three ghosts, you laughed. Why would three ghosts want to hang out with you? What was all that about? The spirit didn’t laugh with you, they looked very concerned as they told you everything in your future would be decided by those ghosts. Your laughter died and you became nervous, your body filling with anticipation and a bit of fear as the spirits disappeared and you were left alone in your old house.
The first one showed up when you were making lunch. He whispered he was there to fuck you for your past mistakes, and you didn’t have time to react before you felt his hands under your clothes. You were fully clothed, but you could feel his fingertips pinching your nipples until the point of pain, making your pussy so wet and needy in an instant you were gasping. He laughed cruelly behind you, not caring about anything you said as he touched your pussy.
He pushed two fingers inside of you in a second, your pussy dripping and desperate for that ghost you hadn’t even seen. He kept you looking forward, facing the kitchen wall as he groped your body to his contentment. And it was exhilarating and great, it made you feel desired in a way you never felt before. It made you realize maybe that was what you’d been looking all along.
And when he slipped his dick inside your dripping pussy, your clothes still on, but you could feel every centimeter of him inside of you, hitting deep and hard as he set a frantic pace that drove you into the first of many orgasms. He kept fucking you until you weren’t able to groan anymore, your throat too rough to let out any noise but whimpers. You felt the first shot of his spectrocum inside of you, as hot as lava, warming you from the inside out and making you come again.
By the time he had fucked three loads of spectrocum inside of you, your legs were weak and the only thing holding you up where his hands on your hips. He fucked you again, filling you to the brim and making you come messily around his shaft one last time before disappearing. Your body sagged and you fell to the floor, his cum drenching your panties and pants, making you feel nasty… and incredible.
The second one caught you in the shower, and your pussy was still quivering from the earlier fucking. This one didn’t say anything, he just pushed your face to the wall and grabbed your hips back, making you arch your back and present your raw pussy to him. You were able to look back this time, his translucent beauty taking the breath away from you.
But he didn’t care about your transcendental moment, he only cared about your holes. Especially about the unused one that he was starting to finger with the precum he was letting out. It acted as lube, and not a couple minutes later he had three fingers inside of your ass. You were wriggling back against his fingers, making him laugh at your desperation, embarrassment filling you.
But you didn’t care, it felt too good. And when he pushed his dick inside your asshole, you screamed silently at the attack to your senses. He fucked your hole until you were dripping again, coming so many times you were only a mess of filled holes and mindless pleasure. The water kept your outsides warm as he kept your insides hot with his come.
When he was leaving, he told you: “You should accept your present happiness.” And left you there, trembling under the hot spray with your pussy overflowing spectro-cum and your body so tired you couldn’t get up until a while later.
It was late that night when the third ghost appeared, you were expecting him this time. Your body was tired, but your holes were tingling when the translucent ghost appeared over you in bed. He told you about your bright future as a mindless hole, and how all three of them would greatly enjoy your company for a long time if you chose it.
This time around he used your mouth, the only hole they hadn’t claimed yet. You slurped around him as he fucked your throat over and over. It was already a mess, and you couldn’t wait to make it messier. He used his fingers to bring you over the edge over and over.
When he came in your throat, you shuddered, suddenly feeling reinvigorated as he fucked two more loads into you. Your eyes were teary and your pussy was dripping, but when he disappeared, you could only think about them.
When your eyelids were heavy and sleep was about to claim you, you had a realization: you wanted it. You wanted to be their free use human. You wanted them to use you for their pleasure and drive you insane with orgasms. You wanted that future.
It took you a while to contact the spirits again, it almost felt like they were hiding from you, but you tried harder, you tried every day. You only cared about them, about being used and fucked by them over and over. When the spirits finally showed, and you made your request, telling you they already knew you’d be a great slut for their ghosts.
They showed up again that night, all three of them at the same time. Needless to say, they fucked you in turns until you couldn’t distinguish one cock from the other and all your holes were oozing spectrocum, your body completely sated.
At the end, the ghost of the past, present and future did teach you something about yourself: you liked to be a free use slut for a trio of cruel ghosts.
The first time you feel the touch against your leg, you jolt awake. You aren’t a heavy sleeper and you know something just touched you.
But when you turn the light on, look around, even check the locks on the doors and windows- there’s nothing. Not a hair out of place. Maybe it was a dream- like when you dream of falling and wake up flailing. You settle back into bed, adrenaline calming, and though it takes a bit you manage to fall back asleep.
The next morning you get up, double check everything, reconfirm it was just your mind playing tricks. Satisfied, you put the weird happenstance out of your head.
You feel it again that night- a soft, snaking touch up the side of your thigh. This time as it wakes you, you jump out of bed, rush to turn on the light and- nothing. There’s nothing. You sigh, turn off the light, and get back in bed. The adrenaline crash helps you get back to sleep at least.
The following night you lie awake. You’re worried that if you sleep whatever your brain is doing is going to continue. It’s the weekend now anyway, it’s not like you need to sleep. But your body has other ideas, and finally sometime in the early morning, you fall in a light doze.
This time when you feel the touch, just a fingers width, you flinch but keep your body controlled- no jolting awake, no flying out of bed. You tense a moment, and forcibly relax your body pretending to fall back asleep. Your heart is beating like humming bird wings.
It halted for a moment- it felt nice against your skin, soft like cashmere and warm. Very warm. And then the moment passed, the touch gliding up your thigh. You shiver, feel the slightest arousal pool in your stomach at the gentle movement.
Your heart hammers in anticipation when it slips under the band of your underwear. You can still feel it trailing against your thigh, a snaked tendril moving up your skin. The tendril dips across your hip, circles up and around your crotch. You’re struggling to control your breathing, the teasing touch flooding you with arousal.
Finally, finally it dips lower. The first press against your entrance has you stifling a moan. The second and you shift your legs wider for the tendril pressing against the sensitive nerves. It slips in, and you sigh in pleasure, trying to keep in mind- whatever this thing is, it wants you asleep at least for now.
You find that’s difficult to do.
The tendril moves inside you, touches and rubs against every inch of nerves and you try not to squirm. It settles itself deep inside you, yet still feel the slightest movement- and it’s driving you mad.
It takes a moment for you to notice against the sensation of aching want- the tendril is thickening inside you, pushing against you walls so so painfully slowly. You let out a groan, shifting slightly to widen your legs farther, trying desperately to get more sensation.
The thick cord of heat keeps its pace, and by the time it finally is done, you’re wider then you’ve ever been and fuck do you need more sensation. The cord starts to move again, the texture different now. Large, gentle bumps riddle its surface. Your hips move on their own, rising ever so slightly to match its pace, the ribbed texture dragging so sweetly over your nerves.
Small breathy moans escape, but you don’t care. The cord is pumping into you faster, harder pushing and straining against every inch inside you- you feel a rush building and grasp the sheets of your bed. The cord drives in and stops, and you gasp a strangled cry as a thick bulb moves up the cords length, pushing your opening to the brink.
It slips inside you and you cum, the thick bulb dragging slowly into your body. You let out a gasp, body arching as it accommodates the new size, pleasure screaming through your body. A burst of liquid heat and the bulb is gone- thick, syrupy liquid covering your insides and shooting from your entrance as you’re stuffed full.
You collapse in a heap afterward, panting slightly before evening your breath out to feign sleep again. The cord slowly shrinks back into a tendril, and you are legitimately starting to fall asleep when the tendril finally pulls out of your body. You miss the sensation, gentle enough to feel nice against you even after climax.
The touch slithers down your body and away- you feel it against your comforter and realize something- it came and left from the small gap between your bed and the wall it’s propped against. Whatever it is, it’s living under your bed.
You smile to yourself- you wonder what would happen if you left your clothes and covers off.
With thoughts of tomorrow night and warmth in your being, you drift back to sleep, loose and languid, the sweet taste of anticipation following you into slumber, the only record of its presence a heat radiating from deep within you, liquid leaking slowly from your spent hole.
I met him by chance. He's oh, so handsome. Well mannered and polite. I said yes immediately when he asked me out with that gorgeous smile and those dark eyes.
I didn't know what I got myself into.
I put a lot of work into my outfit and make-up, because he was a real gentleman. I wore a dress... not that it would've made a difference if I'd worn pants anyways.
He picked me up at my apartment perfectly on time and took me to a nice quiet restaurant. A favorite of his, he said. The food was spectacular.
That's where it started. While we were talking about everything and nothing, enjoying the food and the atmosphere, I felt as if something brushed my nipples.
It startled me.
"Is everything alright?", he asked with a furrowed brow, ready to ease any discomfort - or that's what I thought, at least.
"Yes, yes of course", I said and smiled, even when the sensation didn't stop. It only got worse. It felt as if someone was circling my nipples with their fingers, pulling them, rubbing them until they were hard.
I'm sure he could see the hard nubs through my dress even in the dim light of the restaurant, but he never said a word.
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief when it finally stopped.
My panties were soaked though and I rubbed my thighs together for some kind of friction. Damn this, I must be really desperate to imagine my nipples being played with in public.
I didn't get a long break though, before the rubbing, touching and pulling at my nipples started again. This time though, that wasn't the only part of me that was being touched and there was no way in hell I was imagining this.
I felt something brush the inside of my thighs. I pressed my legs together, breath hitching, but to no avail. The touch didn't stop.
Whatever it was down there was invisible. I could feel it and not stop it from toughing me.
"Excuse me for a moment", I said and went to the bathroom. The sensation never stopped. The... whatever it was, was now touching me through my panties. Not hard, just a light touch, a teasing stroke through my soaked panties, a presence at my cloth covered hole.
I whimpered, tried to get it to stop but nothing worked. Determined not to let this stop me from my date, I went back and we ordered desert.
His grin was predatory when he suggested the desert. Especially when I agreed.
He ordered tiramisu for two and two glasses of wine to enjoy.
"We can get coffe, too" he said and smiled at me. In the dim light his eyes were almost completely black. So deep and soulful.
I surpressed a moan when- oh. Whatever it was, it was now directly at my pussy, no barrier left. My breath stuttered again.
A hot, heavy, hard and distinctively bare cock nudged my nether lips apart and pressed against my entrance.
My breathing started going faster in fear and anticipation.
"Are you enjoying this?", he asked and I gaped at him.
Did he mean the desert or did he know what was happening between my legs? He grinned at me.
"Go on", he encouraged, "you can tell me."
"Yes", I breathed.
The cock slid in an inch or two before stopping, not filling me completely. My pussy clenched around the thick head. My nipples were still being played with.
The sensations was incredible. Nobody could see how the dick slowly started to fill my pussy to the brink, balls deep. Nobody could see my nipples being pulled and pinched.
He could, though. I was sure of it now. His pleased grin didn't hide anything. Was it his dick in my pussy? Bare and hot and thick?
"What-?", I pressed out just as the dick pulled out completely, only to slide back in a second later.
"You like that, huh?", he asked and leaned forward to whisper "whore."
My pussy clenched and he huffed a laugh, "I knew you'd like this. I hope you have enough self restraint, or you're going to embarass yourself in public."
I moaned quietly. The dick spreading my pussy picked up speed, fucking me in a still quite slow rythm, getting faster. I heard wet sounds coming from between my legs and wondered if my pussy was speared by something invisible or if you could see the dick moving inside my hole.
"Now that I know you love this, imagine what places you're going to get fucked", he murmured. "It could be anywhere. Your holes are now always accessible."
He grinned when I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. The cock was now fucking me in a punishing rythm, hard and fast and I was sure my body was being rocked by the hard strokes.
"How about a dick sliding into your ass while you're at work? Would you want to be lubed up for that?"
"Y-yes please", I whined.
"Yes you want the lube or yes you want the dick in your ass?"
Oh god, am I thinking clearly? Did I just agree to this?
"Tell me slut", he said. I was wondering if other guests could hear the way he talked to me. But there I was, getting fucked in public. That made me a slut, right?
"Both", I panted and he grinned.
"Good answer. Maybe we can train you to take a dick in each hole if you're this eager."
We? Who was we? Which cock was in my pussy right now?
But I couldn't think about it. I felt an orgasm at the base of my spine, my vision was getting blurry with pleasure and my eyes fluttered close. I gripped the edge of my seat when I came, bright hot powerful pleasure washed over me.
My pussy clenched around the dick hard and I felt it spurting thick ropes of cum into me before it stopped moving without pulling out.
"Now", he said while I was still recovering, looking around us discreetly to makes sure nobody saw me orgasming in the middle of a crowded restaurant. "Eat the tiramisu, it's very good. The dick will stay inside you. You need to be trained to cockwarm, so you better get used to it quickly - there's always someone or other that needs to be warmed, be sure of it."
I just gaped at him. "What do you mean? What does that mean?", I asked and sat up, feeling the dick in my pussy twitch at the movement.
"It means", he said and paused to smile at me, "that there will probably be no time where you won't be stuffed to the brink in at least one hole from now on."
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Were-bear (POV) x gn!witch x gn!reader || oral sex, comfort sex (kinda), hair pulling, daddy kink
After his wife left him, he had to swallow his pride and move in with you and your partner, fucking rent prices were way too high to move on alone. That’s how he, a were-bear significantly older than the two of them ended up sharing a house.
And you two were so fucking pretty it was driving him insane to share spaces with you. He had known for a long time that he was bisexual, but never acted on it… It was another time, harder to suck a guy’s dick without being judged. But now… Now things were different, and it was driving him insane to live with the prettiest witch and the prettiest human he’d ever seen.
So he was a bit… Pent up.
That’s why, when the witch left the cabinet door open, he snapped at them, telling them to act like a fucking normal person. He saw the flash of hurt crossing their eyes and felt bad immediately. He felt like shit because it wasn’t their fault that he was so frustrated, he was just a perverted old bear living with the two best looking creatures that he might or might not want to rail until they were crying.
“Okay, daddy, calm down,” they told him, trying to make a joke about it. It didn’t make him feel any better.
Something inside of him, that had been dormant for the longest time, woke at that moment. “What did you just call me?” The edge of danger was right there, under the surface. They didn’t know what that meant for him, what that word did to him...
“It was a joke! Chill, dude.” You told him, trying to diffuse the situation. He ground his teeth together so hard it could be heard, making you nervous. They stared at you in silence, and a big smile grew in your pretty face. “Or maybe it wasn’t… Did you like it? Do you like when we call you daddy?” He grunted and you smirked. Caught. Fuck. “Do you want to punish us, daddy?” The innuendo in your voice made his blood boil and his dick to get as hard as marble. He grunted and you smirked bigger.
He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked between you two, his ears twitching on the top of his head. “Please, don’t do this to me.” He was suffering, trying not to be a pervert but wanting nothing else but to take you two on a bear-ride.
“What are we doing, daddy?” The witch said, equally smug and teasing. Approaching you slowly, and kissing the side of your neck, his hand traveling behind you and groping your ass. You groaned and he grunted, his dick getting even harder, already leaking. You two were playing with him and good goddess if he didn’t want to be played with. He wanted that more than anything else.
“You are starting something you don’t want to finish, behave yourselves.” He tried, but the smirk in your faces was very clear. Fuck, he was in big trouble.
“Who said we don’t want to finish it?” You asked, slowly approaching his big body. He felt massive in front of you, so tall that he had to look down when you were close to him. So close he could feel the heat of your body as you slowly touched his furry chest, caressing him, feeling him up and squeezing his big pecs.
“What?” He asked, confused as fuck.
The witch approached, too. Repeating the same movements and caressing his chest. They were bolder, so when they pinched his nipple, he groaned loudly, creating a butterfly effect and making both the witch and you to groan in response. The air was filled with sexual energy, saturated with it. To the point that you could almost touch it, taste it.
“I said what I said,” you told him, your hand rubbing over his other nipple.
He looked at you two in front of him, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Are you sure?” Your heart beating so fast he could hear it.
“Yes, daddy.” Your witch partner said at the same time you let out a soft: “We want to make you feel better, daddy.”
He pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at you squirming before him. “On your knees,” he ordered. You two almost tripped trying to fall to the ground as fast as possible. You looked sinful there, between his legs. And when he took his dick out, you two groaned, he was so fucking big. He looked good enough to eat. “So, I’m going to tell you how this is going to be, okay?” You two nodded, eager already. “I’m going to fuck your smart mouth.” He pointed at the witch. “And you are going to lick my balls.” You nodded eagerly, so aroused, your brain felt like underwater. “And then you’ll switch. So you both get what you deserve… a nice dick down your throat. Is that right?”
“Yes,” you said in unison.
“Yes, what?” He asked, looking down at you two like you were a gift from the heavens.
You two blushed and nodded slowly. “Yes, daddy.” A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine as he took the witch hair between his fingers and pulled softly.
You saw how your witch partner took him in their mouth, slowly bobbing up and down until they were fully settled inside. There were tears pooling at the corner of their eyes as the were-bear guided his movements, deep and steady, getting they breathe just enough to not faint. It was the best show you’d ever seen.
You were mesmerized by the movement of your partner’s head, their stretched mouth over his dick… He caressed your cheek and you looked up at him, questioning. He crocked and eyebrow, and you realized he gave you an order earlier. You blinked and launched for his balls instantly. You licked and sucked and, if his grunts and moans over your head were any indication, you two were doing a fantastic job at it.
“Switch,” he ordered.
He grabbed your hair next, his hand imposing but soft, his claws scratching your scalp in the best way possible as you took the tip of his cock in your mouth. He pressed your head down slowly, so slowly. He didn’t let you go faster, he was the one in charge and you could just wait and see what he did next.
He started easy, bobbing your head up and down but not too far, not too harsh… But at one particular good suck, he cried out and started going at it like a madman (or a mad-bear?). He fucked your face like a piston as you groaned and moaned, your partner’s face under yours, sucking his balls like they were his favorite snack.
The filthy sounds of sex were getting into your head and making you dizzy with desire. “Touch yourselves,” he said.
You pulled your head back until his dick was free. “But this is about you,” you said, your eyes teary after he hit the back of your throat multiple times. You looked like a mess, and it was driving him insane.
“It wasn’t a request, it was an order,” his authoritative voice did something to you two because next thing he knew both of you had your hands in your pants and were looking at him like he hung the moon. And good goddess if that wasn’t the best thing he had ever seen.
The two of you on your knees in front of him, face messy with saliva and tears and touching yourselves for him. He was on edge already just with that image. He grabbed your hair again and you opened your mouth, getting him to the back of your throat in one go. “Good, so good.” He chanted over you, making you grind your hips into your hand, so close.
He pulled your head back and grabbed your partner’s hair, holding you two close but away from his dick. He stared at you there, teary, messy and completely fucked out. He grunted, “come for me, now.” Just like if he clicked a button, you two came apart right there, kneeling on the floor between his legs.
When you came down from your orgasms, he asked, “look at me. Open your mouths, I want to paint you two like mine. I want to mark you.” His tone was feral, his fangs showing.
You groaned and your partner nodded eagerly, their mouth already close to the tip of his dick and their tongue out. You mimicked them, feeling naughty. He jerked his dick over your tongues, grunting and pulling at your hair like it was grounding him to earth. He came with a shout, warm cum hitting your tongues and making you groan. You kissed, sharing his come and making him groan like it pained to see you being naughty in front of him.
“We should do that again, daddy,” You told him, chuckling with a gravely voice, your throat sore.
“Yes, please,” your witchy partner agreed, their face completely pink.
“Yeah… Yeah, whatever you two want.” He sounded defeated, but the big smile in his mouth was more than telling.
some nasti vamp smut because ive been having some little voyeuristic adjacent daydreams for my little fem readers ( ˘ ³˘)♥
You were warned not to wander on the tour and yet here you are, a candlelit boudoir, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and something darker, metallic.
The mirror in front of you is an ornate, gilded thing, fogging slightly from your breath as you’re pressed closer, watching your own flushed cheeks, the flutter of your pulse in your throat. You can’t see the cold hand that slides up your waist from behind, fingers splaying possessively over your ribs, but its the same one that has been tormenting your for the last hour.
"Do you like watching yourself like this?" His voice is silk-wrapped smoke, purring just behind your ear. "So pretty... so vulnerable. I wonder, does it excite you, knowing I can see everything... while you can’t see me at all?"
His other hand grips your hip, pulling you back against the hard line of his body, still invisible to you in the mirror's reflection, but you feel every inch. The press of fangs against your shoulder, the slow drag of his tongue up your neck, the brush of his hair falling forward.
In the mirror, only you exist, lips parting, lashes fluttering as his fingers slip between your thighs. They are nothing but absence, pressure, hunger.
His grip tightens, knuckles brushing your inner thigh as he hooks a finger under the delicate lace of your panties. In the mirror, your breath hitches, your own reflection flushed, lips swollen where you’ve bitten them. His reflection? A void. A hunger-shaped shadow.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice like crushed velvet. “Watching yourself unravel for me… but you can’t even see how badly I want you.” A sharp nip at your earlobe then his hand slides up, fingers pressing just so against your clit through the fabric.
“I could devour you right here,” he growls. One hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat, his tongue dragging over the frantic pulse there. “Would you still watch, darling? Would you still moan for me, even if my fangs were buried in your skin?”
His other hand yanks your panties aside, two fingers sliding into you without warning. Your gasp shudders through the room. “F-fuck—!”
“That’s the idea,” he purrs, curling those fingers deep. “But first… I want you to come just like this. Watching yourself. Knowing it’s me ruining you.”
His laugh is a dark, throaty thing against your skin as he yanks your head back further, fingers tightening in your hair just shy of pain.
“Pathetic,” he sneers, watching your hips jerk against his hand in the mirror. “Look at you, spread open and dripping just from my fingers. What happens when I finally fuck you, hm? Will you cry? Beg?”
His touch turns ruthless, fingers pumping into you with sharp, shallow thrusts while the heel of his palm grinds against your clit in rough circles. Your knees buckle, but the fist in your hair keeps you on your feet.
“Go on,” he taunts, fangs glinting as he nips at your jaw. “Let me see you come undone. Let the whole fucking house hear how desperate you are. Hear what happens to naughty little girls who don’t listen to the rules.”
And god help you—if there is a god—you do. The orgasm tears through you like a lightning strike, your back arching, a ragged sob tearing from your throat.
He doesn’t stop.
“Already?” He clicks his tongue, fingers still moving inside you, cruel in their pace. “We’re nowhere near finished, darling.”
His grip on your hair turns vicious, wrenching your head back so hard your eyes sting. The mirror fogs with your panting breaths, glazing over your mess of smeared lipstick, tears, and sweat-glazed skin. His free hand slaps your thigh, sharp enough to bloom red.
"You’re not even trying to be good for me, are you?" he coos, dragging his fangs down your throat like he’s deciding where to bite first. "Just a greedy little thing, shaking apart the second I touch you. Disgusting."
Then his hand leaves your clit and you whimper. He just laughs.
"Better. Now hold still."
Without warning, he slams into you from behind, your body jolting forward against the mirror. The glass is ice against your cheek, his cock like fire inside you, stretching, burning, carving out space like he owns it.
"That’s it," he groans, pistoning into you with brutal, snapping thrusts. "Take it. You’re nothing but a warm hole tonight."
One hand fists in your hair again, the other wrapping around your throat, not choking, just squeezing enough to make your pulse rabbit under his palm.
"Look at yourself," he hisses. "Look at how ruined you are."
His hand slams your face into the mirror, your cheekbone hitting the glass with a dull thud, breath leaving you in a ragged gasp. The cold seeps into your skin as he hisses against your ear, "You don’t get to look away. Not when you’re mine."
And then he bites.
Fangs punch through your shoulder like heated knives, tearing a scream from your throat, raw, animal, beautiful. Blood wells hot and thick down your back, and he drinks, groaning against your skin like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
His hips never stop moving, fucking into you with a brutality that borders on violence. Your thighs shake, nails scrambling for purchase on the glass, but he just laughs, deep and hungry.
"Cry all you want," he growls, laving his tongue over the wound. "It won’t stop me from taking everything I want."
And when your knees finally give out, he doesn’t catch you.
No, he lets you slump to the cold stone floor, a shuddering, gasping mess, before dragging you up by the hips and slamming you back onto his cock.
"You’re not done," he snarls.
The bite burns as he drags his fangs deeper, splitting skin like ripe fruit, and your blood paints his lips crimson. He drinks in deep, filthy gulps, his grip bruising your hips as he fucks you harder, each thrust punching a broken sound from your throat.
"Look at yourself," he snarls, wrenching your head toward the mirror again.
And there you are—destroyed.
Mascara streaked down your cheeks, lips bitten raw, your reflection trembling as he pistons into you with no mercy. His free hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
"I could drain you dry right now," he muses, watching your eyelids flutter. "Leave you hollow. Used. Would you even care, slut?"
You sob—no words left, just sensation—and he laughs, low and dark.
"That's what I thought."
Then his fangs sink into your neck again, and the world whites out.
His tongue swipes over the second bite, lapping up every last drop of blood like honey, his groan against your skin almost a purr.
"You taste so good", he murmurs, licking a hot, filthy stripe up your neck. "Better than I ever dreamed. And you look even better. My pretty little plaything. All bruised and bloody, shaking on my cock. And you're still begging for more, aren't you?"
He slams hard into you, and you choke on a sob.
"That's it. Cry for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you scream
He lets go of your throat, hand trailing down your stomach, between your shaking thighs—sliding lower, lower—until his fingers find your swollen, oversensitive clit.
He circles it gently, almost teasing, and then he grins, pinching it between his fingers.
You jerk, a ragged cry escaping you. He laughs, watching you arch.
He takes your chin, forcing you to meet your eyes in the mirror, the heat of his hand almost scalding even though you can only see the dimpled flesh of your own cheeks where his fingers should be.
"Look at the state of you," he purrs. "So wrecked, and I haven't even fed again yet. But you'd let me, wouldn't you? You'd let me drain you dry. You'd let me do anything I wanted. Because you're mine now, aren't you?"
His thumb presses against your split lip, smearing blood like war paint. “Say it,” he murmurs, fangs glinting. “Tell me whose ruin you are.”
You whimper—weak, shattered, perfect—and he growls, yanking your hips back onto him so hard your vision blurs.
“Louder.”
And when you choke out the words—“Yours, yours, yours”—he bites down harder, drinking deep as he fucks you through another brutal climax.
He pulls away from your neck, blood staining his teeth like wine. He moves your hair aside, and his lips brush your ear, voice a wicked whisper. “Are you ready to come again, love? I want to feel you clenching around me. And I want you to watch yourself as I make you mine. Every last part of you. Can you do that for me?”
And when you gasp out a yes—shaking, wrecked, broken entirely—he growls.
His hips stutter, losing rhythm as he drives into you one last time, so deep your breath catches. His fangs scrape your pulse point in a threat of another bite, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, he groans against your skin, his voice ragged.
“Fuck, look at yourself. Look how beautiful you are when you come undone for me.”
In the mirror, your reflection is a mess of sweat-slick skin, smeared blood, and trembling limbs. His grip on your hips is iron-tight, his thrusts turning erratic until suddenly, he stills. A hot, thick pulse fills you as he spills with a bitten-off curse, his body shuddering against yours.
You feel him everywhere, his teeth at your throat, his cock buried inside you, his breath uneven against your shoulder.
He doesn’t pull out. Not yet.
“Mine,” he rasps, licking a stripe up your bruised neck. “All mine. My pretty little pet”
Hello! I sAw your intro and was intrigued. I have a request,- you don't have to if its too much-
imagine AFAB reader who is a devotee to this Eldritch being, seeing them as a deity or a God. As the world grew more modern/OR there's a great war. SOMETHING that lead the other devotees to not believe in this being anymore, bUt ofcouRse, our reader are devoted n loyal to the being, iN which the being will RewaRd the reader
You could get creative with this! I imagine when the reader prays, the Eldritch will speak to them telepathically, (whether to ask for a sacrafice- oR other *orDers~*) SO, reader has a voice kink ;). And soMe other stuff too- like corruption, tentacles, anal, cunnilingus, edging, and over stim pleasee-! (if its too much I understand-)
Bonus if our devotee reader was rlly innocent before hand :)
Thank You!!
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Eldritch Being/Deity x AFAB Reader
Title: Fearfully and Wonderfully Made
NSFW, 18+, MDNI
Content: dubious consent, religious kink, corruption, tentacles, voice kink, praise kink, edging, overstim, mindfuck, double penetration (v and a), cunnilingus.
Notes: Thank you for the idea shooting star anon. This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it.
Constructive feedback from readers is appreciated.
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Your God is one of secrets, veiled and hidden, his mysteries not fully known to you.
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When the army approaches, the convent Mother hands you a leather-bound book and tells you to run, as far and as fast as you can.
You stop after the sun begins to set. When you look back, you can see a thick plume of smoke rising in the air, above where the convent should be.
You find yourself alone for the first time in your life. All the temples to your God that you pass are ransacked and burned with no worshippers left.
When you pray, there is no answer. But you keep your faith.
You head east because that is where your God first revealed himself. You keep away from the towns, frightened of the men that gather in the streets with their loud voices and assessing eyes. You are innocent. You know what they would do to someone like you if you were found out.
The next evening, you page through the book that was given to you. Between prayers and invocations for your god it is illustrated: a penis twined in a feeler, spitting pearly beads of come from its fat head, breasts gripped by tentacles, men and women drawn with every hole stuffed, heads flung back in ecstasy.
You feel your crotch grow more sensitive and liquid with each page. You lie on your back and your hands roam under your clothes to pluck your nipples, then glide down your stomach to scratch at your thighs. When you can resist no longer, you open your thighs wide and rub two fingers across your soaking slit and push them inside.
You’re bucking against your fingers, almost at your climax, when you hear a voice.
Stop.
You freeze. There you are my little servant, the voice says, pleased.
After that each time you stop to rest and before you sleep your God is there telling you to touch yourself for him. You feel his presence as you push your fingers into your mouth to suck on and then rub at your clit. You chase your pleasure and each time your Lord tells you to stop, you do. Even when your body is shaking from the need to come. Your needy cunt throbs as you make your way to the place you will finally meet him.
You had been kept pure in the convent, awaiting the ritual that would make you your Lord’s bride. But when he demands you debase yourself you follow his command. He tells you where to go, and in these places, there is always someone willing to take your body and use it.
You will offer up your pain and your pleasure to me, your God says, and I will grow strong again.
You kneel in a stable, a cock pushed in your mouth then down your throat until tears leak from your eyes. At an inn, a man spanks you so hard that when you bounce in his lap after, the fingers digging into your ass leave you gasping. In front of a campfire, two men fill your mouth and cunt with their cocks so the movement of one pushes you deeper onto the other; after, a third man slides into your dripping cunt and his thrusts buckle your arms into the dirt. He pulls out to come and stripes your back with his spunk.
Each time, you climax to the rumble of your Lord’s approval in your head and his name on your tongue. The bruises on your knees, the ruined rasp of your voice, the spilt seed dirtying your flesh. All are marks of your devotion to him.
His voice becomes more powerful, a constant buzz filling your head that makes you shake and tremble.
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The temple you find is abandoned. But the altar is still there, surrounded by burnt-out candles.
A cloth-covered statue stands in front of the altar. You remove it, fold down to your knees and gaze at your God. The statue is the green of old copper. A shrouded face devoid of detail except for six eyes made of ruby. Numerous tentacles spill forth from under a mantle. You imagine those tendrils tight on your tender flesh.
You strip yourself bare and read the prayer to invoke your God. The cool air of the temple brings goosebumps to your skin, and you shiver. The anticipation of his arrival makes you wet. You clench your thighs around nothing, aching to be filled.
You know he has arrived by the scent that appears, like the air before the storm.
My most devoted one, he says.
The words warm you, but you are afraid to turn. You keep your eyes on the statue and reply, “My Lord”.
His tendrils slide across your arms and pull them behind your back. Your thighs are forced apart. A sticky tentacle pries its way into your mouth and holds down your tongue. Two more slide up your thighs where they rub in an alternating rhythm across your slit, sliding but not pressing in.
The first tentacle pushes in and seems to grow fatter. The stretch burns. The other rubs against your clit hard and insistent, and you whimper. Your hips twitch, wanting more. You feel your Lord touch the edges of your mind, and then push deeper, into your memories, even as the tentacle pushes deeper into your hole.
You are pressed to the stone floor of the temple as the length of the tentacle inside you rams in and out of your cunt with a squelching sound. The one in your mouth twines with your tongue and pulls. You feel the chilled stone floor against your cheek but also –
-- your hair being pulled as your face is fucked and –-
-- your already red and puffy nipples being bitten and --
-- come spattering over your face as you grind your hips back on another man’s cock and --
-- you feel your orgasm seize your body whole and --
Time stops, and you are held on the precipice of your orgasm.
You have made yourself my perfect servant, and you will reap the rewards.
And your orgasm crashes down and your God says, Now we begin.
Tentacles lift you and you are splayed on your back over the altar, your legs held wide. Your hands are released, and your God looms over you. You cannot see his face, only the suggestion of many eyes that makes you dizzy to look at. Your God dips his head, and a ridged tongue appears from under his hood. It rasps over your nipples making you squirm and then trails down to your stomach where it stops.
Hold yourself open for me.
You pull your cunt lips wide for his inspection. You see yourself then, through your lord’s eyes – your chest heaving, and your hole stretched ready to be fucked into - and feel his hunger.
So delicate, he says. So desperate.
His tongue laps against you, the irregular surface causing shocks of pleasure when it flicks over your clit. It wriggles inside you, torturously slow until you are filled to the brim. When his tongue begins to move your hands drop to the cool stone of the dais and you scrabble uselessly for purchase.
You cry out with loss when the tongue is removed, and then again with delight when he sheaths himself in your cunt with the thick tentacle that juts out of his mantle where a man’s cock would be. Two smaller tentacles spread your cheeks and drip fluid across your asshole, circling and pushing in you in a sinuous glide. Your body is full to bursting, and it trembles, overstimulated. The exquisite ache builds and when you climax again, it rips through you with every muscle tensing and then relaxing.
Your now limp body is buffeted by the three tentacles’ increasingly punishing thrusts, and you hear a loud “uhuhuhuh” echoing off the walls of the temple. Your foggy mind realizes that the noise is coming from you.
The tentacles press deep with a final hard grind and fluid spurts from them. The liquid fills your cunt and asshole. The two tenacles in your ass slip out, and you feel the fluid leak out of you and drip onto the floor.
A feeler plucks the hood from your God’s head. Another holds your face so you cannot look away.
You see your God’s face.
It is beautiful.
It is terrifying.
Looking into your Lord God’s many eyes, the most afraid and most joyful you have ever been, you think that this is what you were made for. To service your God in any way he sees fit.
You feel his approval clamour through your body. You come again clenching on the tentacle still spearing your cunt, and shake apart.
Then, all is dark.
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After, you crawl down from the altar and stand on legs that are as wobbly as a newborn colt. And it does feel like you have just been born, changed into something new.
Your God wraps you in a robe of silk, embroidered with a coiling design you remember from the convent. Draped in it, you walk out of the abandoned temple with your Lord God’s fluids still leaking out of you.
There is no fear left in you. You know what you must do: go and create new converts in any and every way your Lord asks.
I'm obsessed with the idea of the pussy portal company and more specifically the pocket pussy status...
Having a special someone who loves nothing more than fucking you senseless whenever they want just does something to me.
Bonus points for teasing you while they do it as well!
(Bonus Bonus points for tender fucking-)
This ask is from over a year ago but-
It is kinda funny to imagine someone being gentle with their pussy portal.
Like you're obviously used to the rough fucking, right? The deep, gut rearranging kind of fucking that people who use a pussy portal are usually into.
You're used to being stuffed and fucked with absolutely no build up because that's what the service is for.
Having your portal passed around a whole party, cockwarmed for hours or just fucked for 3 minutes till your customer cums and pulls out to go about their business as usual. Sometimes you just feel a splat of cum when someone didn't even fuck the portal but just wanted somewhere to cum so they didn't have to clean up. An always accessible cum dump, that's the point.
But then there's a specific customer who is gentle? And slow? Who eases their fingers inside you, gently responding to the way your walls give and clench, inching further and further, stretching you just enough too- wait. Is this foreplay??? Who tf fingers a pussy portal??
It's so sensual you almost blush. The way their fingers pump in and out, the way they feel around for that sweet spot and actually know they've found it by how you clench around them. They increase their speed, focusing on that one spot that has your knees buckling and your fingers gripping the kitchen counter.
They finger fuck you with uncanny precision until you cum with a groan, rubbing your clit. They slow their pace as you come down and you realise they actually meant to make you cum. They purposefully made their pussy portal cum? Who does that?
You then feel them circle and tap their tip on the entrance of your portal, smearing pre around your cunt. They inch themselves in as if they could actually hurt you if they didn't, you almost laugh at the idea. Their cock rubs right against your G-spot and you clench around them, a little sensitive from the first orgasm. Their movements pause for a moment and then they set a quicker pace, making sure to hit that same spot over and over and over again.
You're seeing stars, bent over your counter, shaking with pleasure. You've had so much bigger, so much faster, harder, stronger but this is something different. Something so tender and attentive, so...thoughtful?
The stranger speeds up when they can feel you getting closer, pumping more frantically and you realise it's because they want you to cum together.
And you do, cum gushing into you as your walls clench around the stranger's twitching cock. They stay inside for a while, giving occasional gentle pumps as they make sure to give you every drop. When they eventually pull out, it's slow like they're worried you'd feel too empty if they pulled out immediately.
They gently tap their cock against your portal one more time like an obscene kiss goodbye before you're left alone, baffled and thoroughly intrigued by your new customer.
*emerges from my ellipsus drafts covered in blood*
My beloveds, this took me just shy of forever but I had a vision and I was going to make it happen. Only now I don’t know what happened to the ask that inspired it 😑
Anyway, anon, if you see this, this one’s for you. I went a little bit further than what your prompt gave me, so I hope you like it.
(This got a bit long, she said to the surprise of exactly no one.)
The last thing you remembered was a flash of blindingly bright light. It was like the whole world exploded, stealing your breath and conciousness.
Friday night and you were home with only a glass of wine for company. It wasn't a big deal; most of your friends had kids, family, work to take care of. Still, you couldn't help but feel a little lonely. And bored.
Like, really bored.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the fact you had no plans for the weekend, but you found yourself digging through the gift bag you'd gotten from a friend, a gag gift she'd gotten you for your birthday a few months back. Inside the bag was a tiny cow-print bikini. She'd nudged you teasingly, laughing about how she knew you'd never wear it. And even though you tried not to let it get to you, her comment had kinda hurt.
You weren't boring, just… cautious.
So you'd hidden it away in the back of your closet and tried not to think about it.
But tonight you were fueled by alcohol, boredom, and hurt feelings. You decided to try the bikini on and… fuck, it was ridiculously small. The fabric barely covered your nipples and the tiny thong was completely swallowed up between the globes of your ass. You stared at yourself in your bedroom mirror, feeling positively indecent.
There hadn't been much time to revel in the feeling, however. One flash of light later, and you found yourself in an eerily sterile room strapped into some weird chair with your arms and legs restrained.
I'm dreaming, you thought to yourself. I have to be dreaming.
It was a mantra you kept repeating to yourself, but wasn't doing much to stem the rising panic. Before you could start hyperventilating, a door to your right slid open with a hiss.
Three aliens walked in. Honest to fuck, actual aliens. They were… they were huge. Like, massive. Their nude bodies were vaguely humanoid, with muscled arms and strong thighs, their skin a glistening emerald green. A small, distant part of you couldn't help but think they were oddly beautiful.
The rest of you was more preoccupied with their massive fucking cocks and the tentacles curling around their waists and shoulders.
And, look, you weren't proud of it, okay? But you immediately wondered what they'd feel like inside you, and how many of them you could take.
There was a chattering sound from the largest of the aliens before it reached up to its neck. It was wearing what looked like a collar with little buttons on it; the alien pressed one of them and its throat briefly lit up with a gaint glow.
"Greetings, earthling," it said. Its voice sounded like it was coming from underwater. "Do not be alarmed. We mean you no harm."
Okay, that was something of a relief. Although your species and theirs probably had different definitions of what constituted cattle.
"We are in search of cattle to breed with and you seem to meet our requirements."
Cattle? Sure, you weren't crazy about the comparison, but at least you weren't completely out of line with where your thoughts had gone upon seeing their dicks. Even as you watched, you could see that their cocks were visibly throbbing; you licked your lips reflexively.
"I am Titanus. This is Vexon and Morphos." The leader gestured at the aliens flanking it. "We will be attending to you."
Attending to you? You tried to ignore the jolt of anticipation that sent through you.
Wide-eyed, you watched as they approached, ready to put up as much of a fight as you were able; at least, that's what you told yourself. Only, they didn't seem particularly interested in you right at that moment. You could hear some piercing beeps as they operated the machinery in the room, chattering amongst themselves as they worked.
You heard whirring noise sounded above your head, causing you to let out a squeak of surprise. A large round device, about three feet in diameter, descended over you. More beeps and whirring, a long, red light emitting from the disc and scanning you from your chin to just below your crotch.
"What are you doing?" you asked, curiousity getting the better of you.
They ignored you, although their chattering came faster now, almost… excited? You struggled to look over your shoulder at what they were doing, but the restraints kept you from seeing more than the backs of their heads and shoulders. It was then that you could see that the tentacles where emanating from the aliens' backs; their movements seemed to correspond with how animated the aliens sounded.
A few moments later—an eternity, really—they turned their attention back to you.
"Your biology is compatible with ours," the big one, Titanus informed you. "We will breed you now. Cooperation will be rewarded."
No, no, you were not seriously thinking about going along with this, what the hell was wrong with you, you should have been—
"Rewarded how?"
"Orgasms will be frequent and plentiful," Vexon said matter-of-factly.
And, fuck, if the prospect of frequent and plentiful orgasms didn't make your nipples hard and your cunt clench reflexively. When was the last time you'd gotten off with something other than your toys? Your eyes strayed to their cocks; they were so big, their shafts throbbing as you watched.
Strangely, it was the memory of your less than happy birthday party from a few months ago that decided it for you.
Maybe no one else would know that you'd thrown caution to the wind, but you would. Squaring your shoulders as much as you could, you met the Titanus' gaze.
"Do it," you said hoarsely. "Fuck me."
Their response was almost immediate. Tentacles quivering, cock drooling pearlescent precum, Titanus stepped up to you. The weird chair you were on adjusted itself, angling you until you were at about a seventy-five degree angle. It was then that you realised you were still wearing your ridiculous bikini.
Maybe that explained the whole cattle comment.
Vexan and Morphos moved on either side of you to strip you of your meager clothing, leaving you completely bare. The tentacles on their backs were writhing now and they were making those chattering sounds again, only now they were low and throaty.
You didn't have time to think about what that meant. Titanus was so close to you now that you could see yourself reflected in its black, pupilless eyes. And its cock… fuck, it was getting bigger, lengthening so the head kissed your slit. A whimper slipped free from your throat as Titanus made no move to press in, simply sliding the head of its cock back and forth, grazing your aching clit with every stroke.
"Subject is very responsive," Morphos noted. Its eyes were fastened on your pussy, its cock dribbling so much precum that it made your mouth water.
What a waste, you thought sadly.
"Clearly the subject is…" Titanus hesitated, seeming to search for the word in its lexicon. "… a whore."
Your cheeks burned and your hips bucked. There was nothing cruel or degrading about its tone, nothing teasing or seductive. It said it like it was simply a fact.
"Subject shows a positive response. Henceforth, subject is to be referred to as whore."
Fuck, it shouldn't have made you so wet to hear them talking about you like that. But there was no hiding your reaction and, right now, you didn't care to. Needy whines kept slipping free from your throat as you fought against your restraints, not to get away but to press closer. There was no expression on Titanus' face that you could discern, although its tentacles were thrashing wildly.
You could only hope that was a good sign.
"Open your mouth, whore," Morphos instructed.
Without hesitation, you did as you were told, and were rewarded with one of Vexon's tentacles slipping past your lips. Your eyes widened as it explored your mouth with the tendril, feeling around your teeth and palate, the flat of your tongue. The tentacle was coated in some kind of secretion and the taste of it flooded your mouth, viscous and sweet.
Looking up to find them watching you closely, you decided to do some exploring of your own. You flicked your tongue over the tendril, feeling the strange ridges and bumps along its surface, as you cautiously began to suck.
"We have chosen a good whore," Vexon said, its strange, distorted voice sounding almost unsteady.
Its praise mady your body warm, a flush spreading down from your cheeks to your neck, to the tops of your tits. Titanus reached up with one enormous hand and, with a surprising delicacy, plucked at one of your nipples. You moaned around the tentacle in your mouth, arching your back to press yourself closer as Titanus continued to grope you.
"The whore's…" It hesitated as it again searched for the word. "The whore's tits are pleasing to touch. Tits are responsive to stimulai." You gasped, threatening to choke on the tentacle in your mouth as Titanus' cock lengthened even further, pressing into your drenched cunt. "Breeding the whore will commence now."
More chattering from the others but you were scarcely paying attention. A restless, wild hunger was growing inside you, making you tremble with want. Had it not been for the tentacle slipping deeper and deeper into your mouth, you'd have begged. As it was, all you could do was suck on it and wordlessly plead with Titanus to just fuck you already.
That was when you were released from your restraints. There wasn't enough time for you to be grateful; a punched out sound escaped you as you slid down Titanus' strong body, gravity forcing you down and impaling you on its cock.
Oh…
Oh, fuck…
It was too much, it's cock was too big.
More. I need more.
You were too far gone to startle at the feel of tentacles coming to surround your body, lifting you easily from the chair to push you down further on Titanus' cock. Its hands continued to caress your tits and toy with your nipples, sending jolts of sensation through your body and straight to your cunt.
And that's when you felt wetness trickling down your skin. Your eyes skittered down to see…
Milk.
Your tits were leaking milk. The arousal was sharp and biting, making you whimper as you watched tentacles slip and slide through the creamy fluid. If your mouth weren't otherwise occupied, you'd beg for a taste of it.
"The whore's hole is tight," Titanus reported, its voice strangled. "Exceedingly positive." It didn't elaborate because at that moment, its tentacles began to move you, fucking you up and down its cock in smooth, steady strokes. And all the while, you kept sucking on the tentacle in your mouth, which was weeping copiously, dripping syrupy liquid down your throat.
Fucking delicious.
Up and down, up and down, Titanus moved you like you weighed nothing, each time pressing you down further and forcing you to take it deeper. It hurt in the most delicious way, and all you could do was cling to its shoulders and moan.
There was movement behind you, chattering, and then hands on your hips. You weren't sure if it was Morphos or Vexon, didn't care who it was as it felt you up. The need for more was growing even as Titanus picked up the pace, fucking you harder now as its cock seemed to grow inside you. With every thrust, its cock forced hungry little sounds from your throat until the air was filled with nothing but the sounds of your suckling, your grunts, and your cunt getting filled.
It was glorious.
And then something began to probe at your asshole.
Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.
This wasn't the first time you'd felt someone—or something—touch you there. You'd been fucked in the ass a few times before, had enjoyed the slightly illict nature of the act. But if the alien followed through one what that tentacle was promising—and fuck, you really hoped it did, would beg if necessary—this would be the first time you were filled to the brim, cunt, mouth and ass stuffed, tits leaking milk like the cow you were dressed up as.
"The whore has another hole," Vexon reported.
"It appears that the whore's primary use is to be fucked." The matter-of-fact comment sent another jolt of lust through you, making you writhe against the tentacles' hold. As Morphos spoke, it was pressing its thickening appendage further down your throat, threatening to choke you. Through the fog of lust, a distant, hazy part of your brain wondered if the tentacles could cum.
You were determined to find out. With the way Titanus was holding on to you, its tentacles fastened securely around your body, there was no risk of you falling. You reached behind you, spreading your cheeks in shameless invitation.
"The whore is enthusiastic. Fuck her harder. Commence reward orgasms."
A torrent of cum spurted down your throat, thick and sweet and more than you could swallow at once. You swallowed as much as you could and lamented every drop that leaked from the corners of your mouth.
Exquisite.
And that's when you felt it, a bone deep pleasure that started in your cunt and pulsed through your body with every beat of your heart. You sucked and slurped at the tentacle in your mouth, hungry for every drop while Titanus' cock grew to where it was now bumping against your cervix. Which was why you barely flinched when something long and thick slipped into your asshole, stretching you deliciously.
All it did was make you wetter, your cunt tightening further on Titanus to draw it in deeper. The milk dribbled down your skin faster as more tentacles came to lap it up.
It continued like that for what felt like eons, one tentacle cumming between your lips before being replaced by another. More tendrils took their turns fucking your ass, spearing you so deeply you thought you might split in two. You felt so wonderfully heavy, weighed down by cum and ecstasy while Titanus continued to fuck you on its cock like it was nothing.
There was so much pleasure, so many sensations, that it was hard to keep track of what was happening. You were surrounded by tentacles, caressing and stroking every bit of you they could reach, greedily sipping your milk while they spread more of that sweet, sticky secretion over your skin. The rapidly dwindling part of your mind still capable of rational thought wondered if the fluid had aphrodisiac properties.
Most of you didn't care.
Still, despite everything, you couldn't help but want more. Some strange certainty had seized you and you knew that this wasn't all of it.
And you were determined to get it.
Fighting the lethargy, you reached for Titanus shoulders. With a tremendous effort, you used your hold to counter its thrusts, working yourself on its cock. All chattering ceased, Titanus' tentacles thrashing wildly behind it as you grunted and moaned.
You thought you were prepared for what came next. You were so sure you knew what it would feel like for that tentacle to spill down your throat, for Titanus to pump its load directly into your waiting womb.
You were wrong.
Titanus made this sound, deep and guttural, sending vibration through your body and making you shiver. It didn't stop, the noise getting louder and louder, coming faster and faster as the head of its cock finally bullied its way into your cervix. The pleasure and pain mixed together to where you couldn't tell the difference, could only feel until the brightness of ecstasy faded into darkness, leaving you limp and unconscious.
It may have lasted a few seconds; it may have lasted hours or days.
But when you woke up, you felt something.. strange.
Titanus was cumming inside you, its cock pulsing as it continued to make that delicious grunting noise. But instead of pumping cum into you, you could feel a hard, round object travelling up its shaft where you were connected before it deposited the object inside you.
First one. Then another. And another.
Eggs, you realised with a jolt. Titanus was filling you up with eggs. The fact should have horrified you; instead, all it did was make you moan and tighten around it.
"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, wrapping your shaking legs around its waist and holding on as tight as you could. "More. I need… I need more, please…"
They came quicker and quicker, settling in your womb and rounding out your tummy. After what felt like an eternity, Titanus finally fell silent. The noises from the others had slowed down to the occasional chatter.
"Very… very good, whore," Titanus managed at last. It gradually pulled out of you, its cock returning to its normal length. "Oviposition complete, phase one a success."
"Phase… phase one?" you managed to mumble. Fuck, your tummy was so big, between all the cum and eggs you'd taken. It was a good thing Titanus was holding you up because you weren't sure you'd be able to hold your own weight.
"Yes, whore, that is correct." Titanus easily passed you over to Vexon, who's tentacles were thrashing excitedly. One was already teasing the seam of your lips, coaxing you to let it inside.
"Phase two commencing." You gasped as you felt its cock take Titanus' place inside you, and it allowed the tentacle to slip down to the back of your throat.
"Objective: insemination."
The pleasure started up again, just as intense as before. You had time for one last coherent thought.
Older wolf!hybrid roomate that lets you stay rent free as long as he can grope and fondle your tits every once in a while uninterrupted.
He’s gotten to the age where he’s not really interested in going out to meet new people. He’s content getting to take one of your nipples into into his mouth and jerk off while you scroll on your phone.
If you let him fuck your tits he’ll even pay for your nails and groceries for the month. Licking the tip or letting him cum on your face means he’ll treat you to a trip out of town.
You’ve let him fuck your doughy thighs once and he made a mess all over them almost immediately…
He wouldn’t call himself your sugar daddy. He’s not exactly rich and doesn’t pamper you like he wants to, but you’re taken care of and he’s grown quite fond of you.
He’s been saving up so he can knot that pretty, fat cunt of yours at some point… he just doesn’t know you’d let him do it for free if he just asked.
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