Imagine being taken by aliens, or more like you volunteered to go with them. When they asked if someone wanted to join them in their human discovery tests, you said yes. Without knowing what it was about, without thinking about it, even. You just knew they looked interesting and cool, and you needed a change in your life. And maybe... just maybe, you had a bit of a kink with aliens since you first saw one.
What you weren't expecting when you got to the ship was to be asked to be naked all the time. They wanted to see what humans looked like, what their movements and functions were... That seemed easy enough. You just had to walk around and do everything you normally did, but with a couple aliens observing each one of your movements. It should have been weird, but the feeling of being watched, in your naked glory... It turned you on to the point of being constantly wet. You wanted them to do more than watch, to touch you, to explore your human body, to do whatever they wanted with your human flesh... But they didn't. They were too respectful.
So you decided you would go first.
It was a normal day, walking around, helping in the lab, running some blood tests, taking some cells from your skin... Normal testing, but then... They asked about your genitals. And you, perverted little human, told the alien in charge you would show them. You could show them everything you had and probably more. Their fascination with you only grew when you sat on the table and opened your legs, showing them your wet pussy and your tiny excited pearl.
They reached for you shyly, but you were beyond that. You dragged their hand to your wet pussy, slowly telling them everything about your anatomy, and your reactions, and the way your body would excite if they did this or that... Before you realized they had three fingers inside of you and you were coming apart, your juices dripping around their fingers and your screams echoing around the lab. Their shocked face was amusing, but when you looked over their shoulder and saw everyone else equally shocked, you couldn't do anything else but to blush and tell them to get closer... You couldn't stop yourself from offering each one of them an equal experience, could you? It was only fair.
All in the name of science and discovery... obviously.
Can you fulfill my request? Local maiden goes by the river where her very thicc weregator lover lives. Both are easy going, a little lazy, and like slow lazy sex by the river. He likes to just lie by the river, legs spread and let her do whatever she wants to him. Thank you and I hope you have a good day!
Thank you for being by so polite, and I also wish you and everyone reading a good day!
I like this request, just a slow, lazy day…
Take It Slow
Contains: present tense, m!weregator x fem!reader, mutual consent, reader gives a bit oral, cowgirl position, p in v, big 🍆, creampie, 885 words, NSFW & MDNI
It is a sunny, cloudless day. Birds are chirping and insects buzzing, especially near the river where the air is more humid, and spiders, grasshoppers, and frogs bounce away from you as you make your way through the tall grass.
Your lover is already lying under the tree by his riverside house when you arrive, letting the sun shine on his weregator form’s soft white belly. Just looking at him like this makes you want to lie down on top of him and take a nap, or maybe take advantage of his nakedness and also disrobe for some... activities. Either way, it would be time well spent.
He turns his head and opens one of his gold-green eyes at your footsteps. They are intimately familiar to him, a sign of good things to come.
Being stared at like that, you smile, “What, missed me?"
“‘Course,” his sleepy voice rumbles, “always."
Happiness blooms in your chest like countless little flowers, and you slowly start taking your clothes off as you get closer. “Then how about I’ll let you feel my presence, hm?"
He makes a low sound, something between a growl and a purr, his permanently erect dick springing out of his cloaca. It glistens wetly in the mottled light falling past the leafy branches above, drawing your attention and making you especially focus on the bulging tip. The way it bobs as his muscles slightly tense and relax leaves you feeling all parched.
Sitting down between your lover's thick thighs, you stroke his pale skin, enjoying the smooth, soft feeling beneath your palm. Then your hands get closer to his crotch to lightly fondle the rim of his cloaca. Your eyes narrow in satisfaction as his tip leaks a little, and you lean forward.
With just a little kiss, he is already breathing heavily.
You keep rubbing his thighs as you slowly make out with his cock head. The slightly salty taste of his slick and pre cum spreads on your tongue, and you can’t help sucking a little.
Once satisfied with the mixture of slick, saliva, and leaking cum dribbling down his impressive shaft, you sit up. Deliberately spreading your legs and swaying your hips as you move, you give him a good view of your glistening folds before they unfortunately disappear from his side. All he can feel are your lower lips kissing his cock head, and all he can hear are your moans and the squelch of your wet pussy opening for him as you let yourself sink onto him.
First the bulging tip, then the sinewy shaft are swallowed by you with a satisfied sigh.
Your lover grunts as you tense your abdomen. Even after all this time, he still stretches you wide open with his size, and you can make him feel how tight you are for him. It entices him to hold your thighs, claws gently skimming over your skin, and press you into his lap, letting his tip kiss your cervix.
The light touch sends a pleasurable shudder up your spine. Gasping softly as his claw rubs over your clit, you rub his big belly and shift your hips forward.
Your actions make him growl and his cock twitch.
Biting your lips and holding eye contact with him, you slowly rock your hips back and forth. Meanwhile, he holds still, chest heaving with each deep breath as he teases your little pearl.
Soon, sweat drips down your body. The little drops find their way from your temples down your flushed cheeks and neck, twinkling like jewels in the sunlight as they flow down your breasts and belly. You can clearly hear him swallowing at the sight, encouraging you to arch your back and push out your chest for him to stare at as you ride him.
His scaly skin rubs against your thighs as you move. When you finally lift yourself a little to let his cock drag along your walls, there is a slight sound as your bodies separate, your sticky with sweat skin clinging to your lover.
As sink down and your cervix kisses his tip once more, he comes with a grunt.
His cock trembles as he erupts, cum painting your walls. It slowly seeps out with your continued riding movements and gradually stains his crotch. The milky white liquid flows along the shallow grooves of his scaly skin, adding a shiny coat to your lower lips as they seem to tenderly suck on his thick shaft.
“So beautiful..."
You smile at him amidst your pleasure, too out of breath to say anything. The heat of the afternoon and your exercise leaves you a little lightheaded, his grunts and the squelches of your union and his claw on your clit slowly combining into an overwhelming flood.
With a flutter of your pussy, your mind blanks out.
Pleasure courses through your veins and you seize around your lovers cock. More cum is squeezed out of him to stain your insides, the sensation of him filling you so well extending your orgasm. You can’t see, can’t think, can only feel him and hear his deep voice praising you.
Tired and happy, you lie down on his big, soft belly.
Tightly sticking together and intimately connected, you fall asleep in the shade of the tree by the river.
idk if you want to make this a full on fic but I was just imagining trinket fairy reader with a dragon idk you wanna make it Platonic or not up to you, but I didn't imagine much only those two as pairings and how they might possibly bond
Sorry if it's really vague and not giving you much of an idea 😭
Love you and your writing ♥
Thank you! Means a lot. <3 Mmmmm I like your idea. I’m thinking of fairy and dragon with multiple forms, so in this piece they are in their more human-ish form, but the size difference is still big. Like he can be a basketball player kinda tall, and she can be like 30-40 cm shorter. Like BIG size difference, and lots of banter. I think It would be really fun to see them interact regarding his hoard. The idea of a trinket fairy taking all his things just to use them for gadgets and building new crazy stuff while driving him crazy, but not really bc he’s deeply in love with her… Peak storytelling. So yeah, that’s where my head is at with your idea, but make it spicy. Hope you like it!
Restaurant delight
Dragon x fairy fem!reader || teasing, banter, semi-public sex
You were having a dinner date, mandatory by his strict standards of what a relationship meant. You thought it was really funny how insistent he was about taking you out at least twice a month. He told you it was to keep the romance alive, and you didn’t mind, you liked to show off your big hunk of a dragon boyfriend.
“You need to stop taking things from my hoard,” he told you out of the blue as you were reaching for some garlic bread. You blinked slowly up at him, your wings twitching behind you.
“No.” You munched on some bread as he sputtered beside you.
“Wh-what? What do you mean no?” He looked confused and annoyed, a purple-ish blush creeping on his blue skin.
“What’s the point of having a dragon boyfriend if I can’t use your stuff to build cool gadgets?” Your logic was perfect. He had tons of stuff, you liked stuff. You took stuff, you build stuff. Easy, simple.
“I- You- No. They are my precious possessions,” he tried to argue.
“I took a plastic car.” You sent him an are you kidding me look. You didn’t want to be mean, but you also knew he really didn’t care that much about the things you took from his hoard. He had a ton of stuff, most of it he didn’t even know was there.
“It was shiny!” His exclamation made you want to giggle, but you referred, biting your tongue as you looked up at him. Dang, why was he so damn tall, you had to look up even when you were sitting down. Damn hot dragons and their incredible height.
“You didn’t know you had it until I took it,” you counterattacked.
“I- Please, stop.” His tone was sincere, but you also knew him too well. He wasn’t really trying to argue with you. Someone was horny and wanted some fun banter to get you riled up. He knew you always wanted harder and faster when he argued with you beforehand. It wasn’t the healthiest approach to your sex-life, but it was fun as fuck.
“Does it really bother you so much?” You asked, trying to sound sincere and innocent, not playing into his game. He loved to rile you up, but you loved to be a brat about it even more.
You knew it worked when he looked at you confused. “I- Yes?”
“Is that a question?” You kept munching on the bread, completely nonchalant about his alleged annoyance.
“No?” You bit down on the bread to keep from smiling at him. “Okay. Okay. I just… I like my hoard.” His statement was lost when his face got even more purple. He was embarrassed, and he looked so fucking adorable you wanted to coo at him.
“I like it, too. I’ll stop if it bothers you… Or we could make a deal.” Your flirty smile wasn’t lost on him, who looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes.
“What deal?” His big wings twitched behind him, a telltale sign that he was getting nervous, anticipation probably filling him.
You munched on some bread and waited patiently until he was drinking a bit of water before telling him: “You allow me to take stuff from your hoard and I suck your dick.” He choked on the water and started coughing loudly.
You patted his big back, “accidentally” touching the base of his wings, the area you knew perfectly well made him lose his mind when caressed. Your fingers lingered a bit there, as he regained control of his breathing. He shuddered at the contact.
He looked at you with fire in his eyes, you lowered your hand and rested it on his thigh. “I bet I could even do it here,” you murmured. You didn’t give him time to react before your hand was over his growing erection, making him squirm under your touch and flush heavily again. He was adorable.
“Wh-what?” He stuttered, his pulse picking up as you licked your lips looking straight at him. He shivered visibly and the hardness under your hand twitched.
“You like that? You like the idea of me sucking your dick in a restaurant’s bathroom, big guy?” You knew you hit a nerve when his wings fluttered, almost hitting the poor waitress as he walked pass your table. He apologized profusely as you squeezed his dick. He looked back at you angrily, but he didn’t stop you. His flushed skin was so bright you wanted to kiss him senseless, but you were already thinking in other stuff, spicier stuff.
You were about to open his fly to get some skin to skin contact when the waitress arrived with your food. Your hand never left his clothed dick, rubbing softly as you cheerfully talked to her. Your boyfriend was a stiff form next to you, his big hand resting over yours, but not stopping you.
You ate with one hand and left the other over his dick, absently stroking him as you kept the conversation flowing. “Act normal or people will realize,” you instructed. He looked around panicked. You giggled and kept telling him about your day, and what new gadget you created. When he whimpered, you decided it was time you made good on your deal. “Go to the bathroom,” you instructed. You took your hand away from his dick and smiled when he got up fast. There was a wet patch in his pants. He covered it with a hand, but not fast enough for your eyes. “I’ll see you there in a few.” You smirked at him as he almost ran to the bathroom.
You followed a few minutes later, slowly making your way to the restroom, checking there wasn’t anybody around before entering the man’s bathroom. He was pacing the tiny space when you opened the door. You pushed his big chest until he was sitting down on the toilet. You positioned yourself between his knees and fell to your kneed before him. He whimpered.
You took him out of his pants and slowly started mouthing him over his underwear, making a mess of it. Making a mess of him. His head was thrown back, and the precious shimmer of his scales was making you itch to touch him. You took him out of his underwear and went right for it. He wasn’t expecting it and let out a loud shriek when your tiny mouth tried to stretch around his tip. You both know there was no way his dick could fit inside your mouth, but you could be smart about it.
You played with his tip for a bit, but realizing you didn’t have that much time before someone thought you bailed without paying the check. You grabbed him with both hands and started a fast pace up and down, sucking the underside of his dick and making him whimper. He was looking at the ceiling when you asked: “So, do we have a deal?” He looked down at you, dick still against your lips, and groaned, his dick twitching. You stopped moving your hands when he didn’t answer.
“Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Take whatever you like.” You smirked up at him as your wings fluttered behind you. Seeing him so gone was turning you on like crazy. You couldn’t wait to get him home and ride him.
You lowered your head and started a punishing pace with your hands as you latched into his tip and started licking and sucking and doing everything in your power to make him lose his mind. “Good boy,” you whispered against his flesh when he shuddered under you. He was so close you could feel the temperature around you rising, his dragon fire so close to the surface. “Come for me,” you ordered, your mouth a few millimeters away from your expecting mouth. He complied instantly. Shooting rope after rope of cum in your open mouth, some of it landing on your lips and making him groan softly.
You swallowed everything he gave you and rested your head against his thigh. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. You looked up in time to see a big black circle on the ceiling. He breathed fire and burned the fucking ceiling. You started laughing so hard that you fell on your ass in front of him. He looked so embarrassed and cute that you laughed harder. “Stop it,” he muttered, his face bright purple.
“Was it that good?” You teased.
He growled at you, without malice. “You know it was. You always are. Your tiny hands and your fucking mouth… Ugh, you drive me crazy.” He picked you up from the floor and devoured your mouth, groaning when he found his own taste there. “Go back out, I’ll wait for a bit.”
You sat down back to your table and smiled at the waitress, she definitely knew what you two did in the bathroom. You didn’t care. You would do it again in a heartbeat. There was nothing better than your boyfriend’s dick. He came back a bit later, still looking embarrassed as he asked for the check and urged you out the door before somebody discovered the big black burn in the bathroom’s ceiling. You laughed all the way out.
You were walking to your car when he told you: “You know I would have let you have all my hoard without any deals, right?” You smirked at him as you walked to the car, an extra movement to your hips that made him groan behind you.
“Yeah. I know. I just wanted to suck your dick.” His footsteps sounded loud against the pavement as he followed you, your wings fluttering again when he embraced you from behind, and turned you around, his hands landing on your ass and pulling you up so he could kiss you properly.
oooooh fantasies okay one that i have that occasionally punches me in the face is loved sexslave to a well-to-do couple.
like maybe. maybe a vampire husband and wife go to a brothel and find a pretty little human (me) and after a hole inspection where they show how well they take fingers and quickly they can stretch take them home and pamper them. not entirely a pet though they are there at every beck and call to feed from and fuck
the husband fucking the pretty human while the wife rides their face.
or the wife eats them out on their period while the husband fucks her.
soft and warm, precious little human <3 pampered and fucked and shown off to guests (who are never allowed to touch!! that’s their human! keep your hands to yourself!!)
(mmmmmm or instead of vampires, werewolf because… knot)
- vgilantee
A/N: I don’t know if this is exactly what you two wanted, but I think it’s pretty good. The vampire compulsion fic if somebody hasn’t read it, it’s this one. Disclaimer: all kinks mentioned but none too descriptive. Enjoy!
The new pet
Male!vampire x fem!vampire x fem!reader || vampire compulsion (implied), dub-con, vampire venom, sharing is caring, pet play, praise kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism || tw: blood
You were struggling, and they offered everything you ever dreamed of, including two amazing partners who would do anything for you if needed. It seemed too good to be true, but you said yes either way. You didn’t really know at what point you stopped caring about what other humans thought. You only knew everything changed when they got there and took you home for the first time.
And thank the goddess you did.
It was the best decision of your life.
You don’t know why you trusted them, you don’t know why you let them feed on you… But it just felt right, like being with them was everything you ever needed. And it only got better and better over the years.
It got better when they undressed you and drank from you the first time. It got better when your girlfriend was eating you out and your boyfriend fucked you from behind. It got better when you became the entertainment for their parties, fucking you on the table as everyone watched. It was just… perfect.
They made you feel like you didn’t need to think or act a certain way, you could just float around them until you were nothing more than a human dating two vampires.
And now, when they embrace you between them, the perfect filling in their vampire sandwich. It drives you insane, your brain disconnecting, making you float as they take their pleasure on your body until you are completely satisfied.
“You are such a good pet, such a good human for us,” your girlfriend says as her fangs penetrate your jugular, making you moan in ecstasy when her venom hits your bloodstream.
“The perfect pet for us,” your boyfriend says before doing the same on the other side of your neck.
The combination of their bites drives you into a new dimension, your eyes rolling back into your head as your toes curl and your whole body shakes with the beginning of an orgasm. They only inject more venom into your blood, driving you further, higher, until you are floating in a cloud of bliss and desperation for them. You want more. You need more.
“Please”, is the only word swirling in your brain.
And they respond. As always.
Cold hands travel down your naked body, caressing and groping, touching and pinching until you are shivering. When they finally reach the part where you want them most, the world around you fades away, the long pulls of their mouths added to the way they touch your pussy like you are precious… It’s too much, but not nearly enough.
There’s fingers everywhere: against your clit, inside your pussy, probing your asshole… You don’t know which one is touching you where, but you don’t care. You only care that their cold hard bodies are pressed against your soft warm one.
They touch to their hearts content, and you enjoy every single second of it. And when the next orgasm hits you, they both moan against your neck, pushing their fangs deeper as they taste the pleasure they are giving you, sending them into a feeding frenzy that only makes you come harder.
You don’t know how much it lasts, you only know you don’t want them to stop… ever.
The Blackthorn Lighthouse was built on a cape jutting out from the black cliff face of Blackthorn. Made of large grey bricks, towering above the waves crashing into the rocks below, it resembled an oversized nail that had been forcefully driven into the land. Standing on the gallery winding around the lantern room, you could see the entire town and its coast with that strip of sandy beach on a good day, and not even past the halfway point of the lighthouse on a bad day.
And that day was a bad day.
Thick fog squeezed against the lighthouse like a sentient being that wanted in, creating a sea of deathly pale grey above the unusually quiet ocean. Above, the large prismatic lens, resembling a crystalized egg or eye, rotated dutifully, and below, the recently oiled clockwork filled the watch room with its soft noise.
Everything was calm.
And yet, you felt something off. It was a sensation like pins and needles pricking at your back, not demanding that you move, but warning you.
You could even hear your heart pound.
Shivering in fear, you tightened the blanket you’d wrapped around yourself. If you had a choice, you would’ve ran off right then and there. But that was impossible. The lighthouse was already the least abnormal place in the entire town. Leaving now just meant being taken by the things in the fog, or maybe falling off the cliff and getting intimate with whoever had made their residency down there.
And even if you made it back into the town, you wouldn’t fare well. No one sane would let you in!
Also… you had volunteered for the job of lightkeeper after the family who previously held this responsibility died under to you unknown circumstances. Of course, they hadn’t been found in the lighthouse, but outside. If they had, you would’ve chosen a sunny day to move out of town as soon as possible, not ran over. Yet now you lived there, and if something had terrified them so much they ran out into the fog… one after another…
Your breathing sped up and tears gathered in your eyes as you thought.
You didn’t want to die. Not under these mysterious circumstances. Not when you hadn’t even properly lived your life yet. Not…
The sudden toot of the foghorn startled you so badly you nearly jumped out of your skin and your heart got stuck in your throat. Although it sounded every two minutes during foggy weather, this time you were so high-strung you completely forgot. There was just something… different about this day.
You quickly wiped your eyes and pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders. The embrace-like feeling was comforting. It made you feel less exposed.
Just as you were calming down a little, you heard something.
The sound was very quiet, muffled by the steady waves and drowned out by the foghorn. Yet even so, you heard it. And the more you listened, the clearer it became. Until you realized that it was the tinkling of chains.
Your barely warmed up body suddenly felt chilled to the bones.
You knew where there were chains in the lighthouse. For example, most doors could be secured with chains, but they wouldn’t tinkle like this even when there was wind blowing through. There was also the hand-cranked block-and-tackle lift, which you’d used to get some furniture and supplies to the upper levels, but that chain was relatively tight to prevent it from getting tangled in anything. The last place was the basement, where there were hooks hanging on chains, likely once used for storing meat, but that was so far away from you that even if they moved for some inexplicable reason, you shouldn’t be able to hear them…
The chains tinkled again.
Like there was something bound by them, moving around.
Whispering in your ear.
Calling out to you, to come take a look.
Telling you that you weren’t alone in this godforsaken place.
Your heart pounded. You blinked and tears fell, and cold sweat covered your back. It was a fear that crawled under your skin, seeped into your blood, and slowly hugged your brain. Like a tender, suffocating embrace, aiming to kill something inside you.
And then it was gone.
Suddenly, quietly, the dreadful sensation disappeared.
Relief washed over you like water after a long and exhausting day, allowing you to limply collapse in your seat and take a few deep breaths. Your temples throbbed and moving merely your eyes made you dizzy. So, you simply lay down to take a rest. You couldn’t work like this.
After everything returned to normal and you calmed down, you just continued keeping watch. Once the fog dispersed, you turned off the foghorn, and as the sky brightened, you also turned off the lantern. The gears came to a halt, the rotating light dimmed, and in the twilight of the early morning, you tiredly fell asleep in the watch room.
In the following days, all seemed ordinary. Blackthorn was still a place that made you instinctively feel queasy, but the sunny days that usually were as rare as a unicorn suddenly increased. Five days of pleasantly warm sunshine fell upon the grey little town and made most people hide indoors like sewer rats, while you appreciated the change.
Forgotten was the fear of that foggy night, the memory completely overshadowed by the sunshine. It was warm and dry and allowed you to take little walks by the coastline, and even going shopping in the town felt more comfortable. Even the heavy rain that followed couldn’t dampen your bright mood, as if the sun had directly lit up your brain.
You felt wonderful.
You should have left.
Once again, thick fog squeezed against the lighthouse like a sentient being that wanted in, creating a sea of deathly pale grey beyond the window pane. Above you, the prismatic lens rotated dutifully, and right next to you, the clockwork filled the watch room with its soft noise. The blanket was snugly wrapped around you, still carrying the scent of sunshine from when you’d hung it outside to dry, and steam rose from the thermos cup in your hands.
Everything was calm.
And just then, you heard a soft sound.
The tinkling of chains was as pleasant as the ringing of bells, light, crisp, and somehow cool. It came from far below, moving with whatever they were holding, and the entire lighthouse seemed to tense as the chains were pulled tight.
Only when the tinkling stopped did you realize that you had forgotten to breathe or blink. Your eyes were dry, your fingers stiff, and your drink had gone cold. Moving even a little made your joints creak ominously and swallowing hurt a little, but you wanted to alleviate this feeling and had to go through with it.
You poured the room temperature liquid out of the cup and refilled it with steaming cold indigo tea. The velvety chill felt soothing against your flesh, making you sigh in satisfaction as a drop of blood fell and dyed the liquid purple.
Looking out at the thick fog and sipping your tea, you thought to yourself, Nice weather.
A day later, there seemed to be less fog, as if it had been reduced by something. When you went up to the lantern room to check on the lens, you could see it rolling outside the large windows, barely revealing the lantern gallery while swallowing the entire rest of the world.
It gave you a feeling like someone lightly trailing their finger up and down your spine, both teasing and malicious.
But you didn’t understand why.
Not yet at least.
That night, you continued drinking your indigo tea. Ever since you had started drinking indigo tea, you felt very at peace with yourself and the world. Indigo tea soothed your frazzled nerves, pulled you down to earth. Your heart beat and fingertips warmed when you drank indigo tea, the feeling radiating from your organs into your flesh and seeping into your blood to slowly hug your brain. Like a tender, relaxing embrace, the indigo tea nourished something inside you.
Until you were no longer afraid.
One foggy night, it actually wasn’t that foggy anymore. It didn’t reach the watch room, giving you no opportunity to imagine what it would be like if the rolling puffs formed into hands and slammed against the windows, but it thoroughly covered the ground and sea. As a result, the lighthouse felt a lot taller and more isolated, almost as if you lived in your own little pocket of reality.
You heard the tinkling of chains again. It was still rather quiet but very pleasant to listen to. Even more pleasant was the voice hidden beneath it, calling your name and asking you to come down. You had never known that a voice could be so enthralling, and so you deliberately acted like you hadn’t heard it just so it would call your name a few more times.
When you came back to your senses, you were standing before the basement door. It was hidden in the wooden paneling of the staircase, making the ground floor look like an ordinary home’s downstairs, albeit a little old fashioned. You didn’t like the basement’s smell, so you rarely went there, and the door had accumulated a layer of dust from lack of use.
Yet now, you were intending to open it.
Your hand holding the blanket around your shoulders tightened, and something in your brain was screaming desperately for you to get away, to run and never come back, yet you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to see the one calling out to you.
The scream abruptly fell silent the moment you touched the basement door, and the tinkling of chains was clearer than ever.
Heart pounding with excitement, you pushed open the door.
What greeted you was a long set of stairs, followed by a room filled with old storage containers, shelf-like nooks, and hooked chains stained with rust hanging from the low ceiling. Water dripped somewhere, the sound of a drop meeting a puddle crisp and clear, and there was a musty smell in the air, a mixture of dust, saltwater, wet stones, and likely the old scent of meat. It made you gag a little.
What an unbearable smell.
After recovering from the poor air quality, you finally focused on the door in the far back. You had never seen it before and couldn’t remember whether anyone had ever mentioned it to you, but that didn’t matter anyway. You just had to open it, and then you would see them.
The door groaned as you pushed.
A pungent scent welcomed you, blowing the stale air out of your lungs like mint. As if cleansing your body from all its impurities, it made you take deep breaths, eyes fluttering in a trance as your core warmed.
Lost in the sensation, you didn’t even realize how you were moved around.
By the time you came back to your senses, you were already butt naked, arms and legs covered in goosebumps tangled in a mess of cold chains the width of a finger suspending you above the ground, and your exposed sex vigorously drooling with lust for the angel to see. The angel took all of this in, the star-like eyes scattered across their wet tentacles adjusting their pupils as they focused on you. Their attention caused your lust to burn hotter, leading you to buck your hips in their direction.
You heard them chuckle, the sound drilling into your mind and making your ears feel hot.
Then they reached out a tentacle. It cradled your cheek, traced your facial lines, trailed down your neck, chest and abdomen, and finally wrapped around your erect genitals. Their wetness felt hot on your skin, mixing with your leaking fluids and dripping down.
You twitched in their grasp and moaned.
The angel drew close, murmuring your name as they started rubbing. Their velvety touch sent shivers up your spine, and when the narrow tentacle tip dipped into your virgin hole, you came immediately, shooting your ejaculate everywhere. Yet the angel didn’t stop, pushing their now defiled appendage deeper into you and causing more fluid to spill out with a squelch. They pushed and pushed until you felt them deep inside you, squeezing past a particularly tight spot before coming to a halt.
Your abdomen pulsed from how much they filled you, stretching the previously untouched hole so much it bulged faintly with their form. Just staying still like this was pleasurable enough to keep you here, in the basement, impaled like this, for an entire lifetime.
But they wouldn’t stop there.
Not when they had found such a good, obedient breeder.
More tentacles slid up your body. Two went up to your chest, gently kneading the flesh and brushing over your nipples. Another two curled around your ass cheeks to pull them apart, revealing your cleft and the puckered hole at its end. Finally, one tentacle reached into your mouth to play with your tongue, while another reached up to your asshole and circled around the wrinkly bud.
All of them left plenty of their fluid on and in you, lathering you with it and forcing you to continuously swallow. A while later, the tentacle at your asshole slowly slipped inside, discharging more liquid and filling your ass with it.
You groaned around the tentacle in your mouth.
The angel penetrating your ass felt just as divine as when they entered tour front. It made you come the moment they bottomed out, yet the unmoving tentacle plugging your front prevented you from being truly relieved.
Your body trembled in their grip. Tears fell from your eyes and liquid dripped from you, the sound of it hitting the ground swallowed by the tinkling of the swaying chains.
At the same time, you were forced to swallow the tentacle in your mouth. Slicked up by its fluid, it slipped into your throat and down your esophagus until it reached your stomach. Thin enough to let you breathe, yet thick enough to make you feel how they filled you even there.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head the second the angel started thrusting their tentacles.
They shook your body with every plunge into your depths, smoothly sliding in and out even as they swelled. Their eyes watched your reaction closely, especially enjoying the little bulge they created in your abdomen every time they bottomed out. With another tentacle pressing there, you could also feel it, partaking in their joy.
You came again, and at the same time, you felt the angel throb inside you. Like a second heartbeat burrowing into your veins, their tentacles pulsed, intensifying your orgasm and driving it to a new high when a liquid erupted from them. It was scorching hot, pumping into your ass and stomach until you bulged. Out of instinct, you loved this feeling of being filled. As if there was a desirable consequence attached to this, leading both of you to descend further into the abyss of lust.
The angel thrust faster and deeper after this. All three tentacles penetrating you slammed into your body like they wanted to take you apart, making the cum filling you audibly slosh about.
Gradually, you lost count of how many times you came.
All you knew was that at some point, your chest had started aching and your nipples were leaking something, while your body had gone completely limp amidst the chains and the hold of the tentacles.
Then, the tentacles stopped. They had swollen more, distending your abdomen and bulging in your throat, fitting snugly and prepping you well for their next move. First they deflated to the point of leaving you feeling terribly empty, before suddenly bulging at the entrances of your holes. It pressed against your rims, easily slipping into your mouth but struggling with the tightness of your bottom half. Still, the pressure persisted, even increasing over time.
You started squirming and crying after a while from how hard they pressed, but the angel only added more tentacles to keep you still.
The bulge in your mouth had slid into your throat by then. Barely able to breathe, you reflexively swallowed, growing dizzy for a moment before you felt the thing fall into your stomach. Only then did you realize that the bulges were eggs of various sizes being forced into your bodily orifices.
A moment later, your asshole stretched around the egg there, and with a squelch, it went in. You could feel it slowly wander up through the tentacle and your rectum with rhythmic throbs, rubbing against your insides and finally being deposited in your intestines.
Following this, both your stomach and ass received more eggs, while the tentacle at your front wriggled. The sensation made you shudder and tense, causing the eggs in your body to be squeezed and produce a strange kind of tingling pleasure. At the same time, the tentacle at your front finally managed to get the tip of its egg into your tight hole. Then followed the wider middle, and finally the entire egg was swallowed by you.
You were already breathing hard by this point, but the egg hadn’t yet reached its destination. It was forced further up along your tight channel, leaving a wandering distention visible through your flesh, until the egg met the narrowest part of the passage just before its goal. The pressure was almost painful, yet the moment it made it beyond and fell into the already cum filled cavity, you reached your climax.
With this egg, the gate was opened.
Your body was ready.
One egg after another was forced past your entrances, slid along the slick and throbbing tentacles, and was deposited inside you. The more they accumulated, the heavier you felt, the larger you swelled. Everything that could be erect was fully engorged and leaking, and your brain felt fuzzy as you came again and again.
This was heaven, this was ecstasy.
Eggs poured into you like water, leaving you so full and heavy you couldn’t even struggle anymore. All you knew was that your skin stretched tightly and your dripping sex bulged with every egg. The feeling was so divine you kept wanting more, needing your angel to pump you full until you burst.
And you did, in a way.
Towards the end, your body couldn’t contain any more eggs, so the angel had to pull out. And even as they did, they were still laying more eggs in your channels, stuffing you as much as they could.
There was a moment of respite.
Your gaping holes contracted as if they were breathing.
You gagged as you coughed up a few eggs, and your stomach muscles tensed. As a result, eggs shot put of your ass and sex, producing loud plops and squelches and erupting from your channels just as quickly as they’d been pumped in previously. They rubbed everywhere and stimulated all the overstimulated parts, causing you to fall into one long orgasm as milk and ejaculate squirted from your tired body, accompanied by a hoarse, ecstatic scream. And just as you were about to trip from pleasure, an egg got stuck.
Whining tearfully, you tensed and relaxed in an attempt to keep it going, but your front stayed plugged. The other eggs pressed against it, yet it wouldn’t budge.
You looked at your angel for help, and they moved. Tentacles slithered towards your ass and front, and just as you thought they’d assist in the release, the one at your front pressed the eggs back inside. Your body trembled as sticky fluid dripped from you, and you trembled even more when they slowly started stuffing the slick, squishy eggs you’d previously discharged back into you.
Overstimulated and tired and still shuddering from the overwhelming pleasure, you passed out.
Request: Anything with an orc in it honestly 🤷♀️ it can be fluffy, smutty or anything in between, I really enjoy reading your works so it was awesome to join FINALLY (I started reading your works on tumblr)
The most beautiful human
Orc x fem!reader || oral sex, body worship, edging
Sometimes you hate the green asshole who lives with you. And prepares dinner every night. And loves you. And even was stupid enough to marry you. Because he’s infuriating. Have you mentioned how he’s an asshole already? Because he is. An asshole who loves edging you.
You’ve been sprawled in bed forever already. “Please, please… Just touch me already,” you beg when he stops again.
He’s been kissing all over your body for what feels like hours. You aren’t sure how long he’s taken to make sure he kisses every single centimeter of your skin before he grabbed your legs and positioned himself between them, your knees over his shoulders while he kissed and licked your inner thighs… So close, but not close enough. Not where you want him the most. Where you need him.
He calls it worship, you call it torture.
He pulls back further, his head resting against your thigh while he looks up at you with a gleeful smile. You glare at him, anger boiling inside of you once more. “Don’t be like that. Come on, sunshine. I just want this to last as much as possible…” He kisses your lower abdomen, looking incredible between your thighs.
“But I- But I-” You try, but your track of thought gets completely lost when his head goes down again.
He kisses the insides of your thighs, his tusks framing his lips in a way that reminds you he’s completely otherworldly. He’s getting closer and closer to where you want him the most… Just to pull back and do it all over again. You are wriggling under him, trying to get him close to your pussy, trying to get him to touch your clit.
“I’m going to divorce you if you don’t touch my pussy in the next three seconds, I swear to the goddess,” you curse, grabbing his hair and pulling while he laughs. The warm puffs of air land on your sensitive skin and you let out a gasp, the anger dissipating with your utter need. “Please,” you whisper one more time.
The second his tongue makes contact with your pussy, you let out a scream that could rival a banshee. The way his lips stretch in a smile against your flesh is enough to make you pull at his hair again. He groans, sending shivers up your spine. And then he really goes for it.
He starts sucking on your clit, his tongue tracing patterns over it as if his life depended solely on driving you completely insane. A finger traces your entrance, and you arch your hips, trying to get him closer to get him in. But once again he only pulls away, smirking at you while his finger goes in at a torturous pace.
“What did I do to deserve this?” You ask him, panting when his finger curls and presses against your G-spot. Not moving, not doing anything but press but enough to send sparks of pleasure to your oversensitive body.
“I just want to show you my love…” He whispers, like it explains everything.
But the way he’s smirking, how big his grin is… That tells another story.
He’s doing it because he enjoys how desperate you get. How mindless you become once he gets you in that state where you don’t know where you are, and you can only mumble his name like a prayer. He enjoys having you at his mercy and the best way to do so is when he drags your pleasure for hours.
And fuck… You can’t argue with him because this torture is the closest you’ve been to feeling like a goddess. Each kiss, each caress, each touch… It all feels like an offering to a deity. And you crave it. You crave how much he loves you, how much he enjoys your body, how much he wants to bring you to the edge of insanity with each mind-numbing orgasm.
His finger starts moving, his eyes never leaving yours while he drags the tip of his tongue over your clit. The whole image is so erotic that you have to close your eyes for a second. Which he takes advantage of… and stops again. You open them instantly, staring at your orc husband with a frown and a plea already on your lips. But you don’t get to verbalize it before he lowers his head again.
And what he’s doing between your legs can’t be called anything but worship.
He makes out with your clit like his life depends on it, another of his big green fingers pushing inside of your tight channel. The pleasure is so high you can barely describe it. He starts fucking you hard and fast, his fingers curled in the perfect way to touch your most sensitive point with each stroke. It’s making you delirious, your hands clutching onto the sheets while your body unravels under him.
The orgasm rips from your body like he’s pulling it out by force. Your whole body reacts at once and fireworks explode behind your eyelids while you scream something akin to his name but that could have been anything else at that point. Your hips won’t stop moving while he holds you down and continues his assault on your clit, making your orgasm better and better until you can’t hear a single sound, you can’t see a single thing, and your mouth is hanging open while you fight to breathe.
And only when your hands cooperate enough to grab his hair again, you can pull him off you, your clit hypersensitive and his smug grin matching the dripping juices on his face. “I love how cute you get when you come like that.”
You nod once, a new idea already forming on your head. Because there’s two truths in that room: you get desperate when he edges you, and he gets hard enough that he could cum in seconds. “Your turn,” you whisper before you move.
You don’t give him enough time to react before you twist your hips and position him onto his back. He lets out a loud moan when you straddle him, his green cock already leaking. It’s like your whole body knows where he belongs, because in a fluid movement he’s pressing against your entrance, and you are sinking down on his dick.
The groans of pleasure are matching when you start to move your hips, riding him like he’s a bull and you are a professional bull rider. He’s grabbing onto your hips, bruising strong, but fuck, it’s so hot to see him like this. Head thrown back, neck tense and mouth hanging open while he groans your name like a prayer.
You were wrong before. The moment where you feel more like a goddess is right now. When you are on top of him, bringing him so much pleasure he can’t even talk, and your pussy is so full you think you are going to lose your mind at any second.
He reaches down, rubbing your clit with his thumb when you feel the telltale sign of his impeding orgasm. His name tastes like ecstasy on your lips when the second orgasm rips through your body, and his whole body bulks when he comes, thrusting as far as possible as he unloads inside of you.
You are restring your head against his chest, panting, a single thought in your head: “That was… wow,” you mumble, still a bit gone from your own brain.
Contains: male fallen angel x male incubus reader, mutual consent, blow job + anal for reader, edging and crying during for fallen angel, aphrodisiac bodily fluids, lots of 💦, many orgasms, slight belly bulge, NSFW & MDNI
✧ Good to know: sweat angel refers to a snow-angel shaped mark of sweat remaining on a surface indicating that one has perspired profusely, generally as a result of intense exercise
Outside, thick snow blanketed all available surfaces, and ice bloomed on the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glowing city. Outlined by the blurry lights, your profile was hazy as you leaned closer to the window, blowing a warm breath against the cool glass pane and making it fog up.
Azza couldn’t help smiling when he saw you like this. “Bored?”
You turned towards the approaching fallen angel and hummed lazily, “A little.”
He stood next to you, imitating your motions to blow on the glass and leave a little cloud of fog. The amber liquid in his glass swirled with his actions and the rising bubbles sparkled in the warm light, though they stood in no comparison to Azza’s dazzlingly bright eyes when he looked at you.
You couldn’t help swallowing, your throat feeling parched all of a sudden.
Just how was it possible for your best friend to be so hot? It really made you want to…
Glancing at his little cloud of fog, you reached out and drew a heart. It was unsymmetrical, the two halves not connecting properly, and both your finger pad and nail had left a clear trail.
Azza chuckled. The low sound of his voice made your ears burn.
“Are you drunk?” he wondered.
You shook your head, feeling slightly dizzy and overly confident, “No.”
Azza hummed, though it was unclear whether he believed you. He twirled the stem of his glass between his long fingers, then turned around to put it down nearby. As he bent over, his tight white pants wonderfully outlined his ass, making you swallow subconsciously.
Feeling heat pool in your abdomen, you quickly looked away.
It was nothing new that Azza was very attractive to you, both in appearance and personality, but somehow, this evening, the fallen angel seemed to have a truly bewitching quality to him.
As you were thinking, thoughts slowed by the alcohol, Azza looked at you. He tried to be discreet, yet his eyes were practically glued to you. His heart pounded as he gazed at you and your reflection in the window.
Your face was flushed, eyes and lips glistening with moisture, while your casual posture nicely showed off your figure and… your bulging crotch.
Azza’s heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, your red face, lowered eyes and pursed lips appeared a little suspicious, a little more… enticing.
“You…”
You glanced at him.
Why was his voice so hoarse?
After waiting a while for him to continue speaking without hearing anything, you finally wondered, “Are you alright?”
He raised a brow, “Are you?” Then he meaningfully looked down.
You followed his eyes.
Fuck.
You looked back up at Azza, panic flooding your mind. “That—“
“Are you hard for me?”
Your heart jumped. ”What??”
“I asked,” Azza took a step closer to you, making you subconsciously scoot back a bit, and his voice was suddenly so hoarse, so low it sent a tingling current from your ears to your heart and crotch, “are you hard for me?”
For a moment, you thought about embarrassedly denying it. But what would he do then? Just thinking that it could somehow end badly gave you so much anxiety you admitted it with a nod and a direct gaze gauging his reaction, “Yes. You’re so damn hot tonight, it would be a sin for me to not get hard.”
After all, you were an incubus. There was nothing wrong with being honest.
You saw Azza’s Adam’s apple bob. He came even closer, so close you meant to feel the heat radiating from him and recognized your figure reflected in his eyes. “Really?”
You nodded.
And with that, you were pressed against the cold window pane, your lips caught in an ardent kiss.
Hot bodies pressed together, tightly clinging to each other in a passionate embrace. His tongue pried open your mouth and brushed past your teeth to entangle with yours, and his hands kept groping up and down, teasing your waist and the base of your thighs, tenderly caressing your neck and cheeks. All his longing and yearning was put into this kiss, brimming with years of unspoken feelings.
He left you utterly breathless.
When your lips parted, his were reddened and glistening, and his bright eyes seemed to sparkle in the warm light.
It made you want to kiss him again, and again and again, until your lips were numb and his red as blood. Better yet if you really managed to make him bleed…
Azza pressed a kiss to your neck and sucked hard. The sensation sent another tingle into your crotch, making your erection press painfully against your pants, and you couldn’t help moaning.
Satisfied with your reaction, the fallen angel smiled gently. Then, he unexpectedly kneeled. One hand on your hip and the other fiddling with your zipper, he looked up at you, his smiling lips tantalizingly close to your dick and the way he blinked his eyes felt like cupid’s arrow hitting your heart.
“May I?” he asked.
The low tone of his voice was so sexy you nodded without hesitation.
So he unzipped your pants, gently freeing your cock. His warm touch on your shaft and his hot breath hitting your tip made you leak.
“Azza…”
He hummed, parted his reddened lips, and stuck out his tongue. Warm, wet, and soft, the flexible appendage licked up the drop of milky white pre cum, slowly gliding over your glans. The tip of his tongue even dipped into your little slit.
Leaning back against the cold window yet still feeling unsteady on your legs, you groped a bit and finally gripped Azza’s shoulders.
What happened after proved this move was one of great foresight.
Azza tenderly licked along your erect cock, leaving behind trails of warm saliva that quickly cooled on your skin and made you tremble. Once your cock was covered in his saliva, he kissed the base and lightly sucked, working his way along your shaft in this way. When he finally reached your tip, he licked again, by the way parting his lips for your glans. His tongue slid along your underside and then retreated, allowing his mouth to close around you for a slow, strong suck.
“Azza— ah…!”
He took your cock into his mouth.
The way you twitched made him moan, the low vibrations resonating through the flesh and into your bones.
It wasn’t much, yet he made you unable to resist. Your light pink lust markings deepened in color at visible speed, your spade-tipped tail writhed within your pants, and your bat-like wings directly tore your top apart as they burst from your back.
More cum leaked from your dick as he took you in. Azza reflexively swallowed, and the naturally aphrodisiac fluid caused his eyes and cheeks to gradually flush. It was a sinfully beautiful sight, constantly enticing you to wreck the fallen angel with frenzied thrusts until he was cock-drunk and saturated with your scent.
His tongue curl against the underside of your shaft as he forced you further into his mouth. He was so tight and warm you already felt like you’d ascended to heaven, yet he didn’t stop. With some effort, he deep-throated your cock. The muscles constricted around your length and his neck bulged from the effort, and his lips gently enveloped your base.
Your cock throbbed in his mouth and throat, causing him to moan and you to throb again. And then he bobbed his head and swallowed repeatedly, and that was all he needed to make you cum.
You bit back a groan and glanced down at him, watching him narrow his eyes and gulp down your seed in enjoyment, his Adam’s apple moving with the action.
At that moment, the fallen angel looked particularly innocent yet obscene, like a pure angel obliviously drinking he forbidden nectar, unknowingly sinking into the depraved arms of lust and greed.
It made your throat itch and body pulse.
Guided by the innate instincts of your bloodline, you grabbed Azza by his hair and pulled him up. Your cock slipped from his lips and drew a line of shimmering saliva that you had no capacity to care for, and you entangled him in a sloppy kiss, drool dripping as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
While kissing, neither of you stayed idle. Hands groping and tugging, you somehow managed to pull of enough of your clothes that your chests and dicks were directly pressed together. You could feel his hot skin against yours, hands caressing your abdomen and throbbing heartbeat synchronizing with yours. The feathers of his wings tickled as they enveloped you, making you instinctively shrink your bat-like wings to fit into his embrace.
There was a certain dominance to this posture, stuck between his heat and the cold window, but with the way Azza was blushing…
You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him lift you by your thighs, allowing you to cling to his strong waist with your legs while his erect cock rubbed against your bare ass. Your spade-tipped tail subconsciously swayed, the tapered, velvety tip teasing his balls, and your nails dug into his tensed back as his warm, slender fingers carefully circled your puckered asshole.
“I can take it,” you breathed.
Azza looked at your eyes, nose, lips, and back up at your eyes, looking utterly enchanted. His voice was hoarse, “Are you sure?”
You gave him a deep kiss and mumbled quietly between your lips, “Sure as hell.”
Then he pulled back, lifted a hand, and made you suck two of his fingers. He played with your tongue, gently pinching and pressing down, thoroughly coating them in your saliva before removing them from your mouth. As his hand moved towards your rear, you could feel his touch without any contact. When he finally reached your little bud, the cool wet touch made you shiver, and the first finger was clasped tightly as he made to unfurl your tight petals.
Azza paid close attention to your expressions, all the while showering your face and neck with kisses as gentle as spring rain. In this way, he quickly noticed that whenever his finger brushed over a particular spot within you, you’d tremble and tense and flush, breathing harder and moaning softly while your tip leaked milky drops.
The seductive scent of your lust nearly drove him mad.
Your asshole had barely adapted to the first finger when the second followed, opening you further.
Under the influence of your aphrodisiac and the eruption of his repressed emotions, it took all his patience to stretch you. Yet when he was finally done, he was still restraining himself, not wanting to accidentally hurt you.
His leaking tip nudged your asshole and slowly pressed inside. The girth of his curved cock smoothed out your wrinkles and teased your sensitive spots as he entered, stuffing you to the brim. He was so big bottoming out meant being buried balls deep within your tight ass, and when you tensed your muscles, the rim of your hole clamped down on his hilt.
Azza buried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his sweet moan. “Gods, you feel divine…”
“And you feel hellishly good; do you even know how fucking big you are? Any more and you’ll make my stomach bulge…” you groaned.
Hearing this, he raised his head, looking at you with watery eyes and pursed lips. He appeared moments away from crying.
“…or you fuck me really hard.”
The fallen angel’s breathing got rougher, and then he gave you a deep and lingering kiss that made the base of your tongue numb as he started moving.
His feathers rustled and brushed over the thin skin of your wings, and his muscles flexed from holding you. Glistening with sweat and completely focused on you, he looked sexy as hell, making you crave more than just his tentative thrusts.
You kissed and bit and the tip of your tail teased the inside of his thigh. The shudder it sent through him translated into a throbbing of his cock, particularly obvious against your sensitive walls. Your resulting little moan, like everything of you, was pure seduction to him.
And so, Azza fucked you against the cold window pane, the pump of his hips scooting you up a little against the smooth surface fogging up from your body heat. His hot lips slipped from yours and covered your neck, his hands gripped your ass and thighs like you were his anchor, and the way his glans dragged over prostate made you constantly leak pre cum all over his abs. The milky white liquid ran down, snaking along the bulging veins above his crotch, disappearing into his pubic hair, and finally staining his tight balls, which your tail had at some point wrapped around.
His balls and face reddened more and more and his thrusts grew fiercer. Finally, he went so hard he really made your belly bulge as you arched your back in your first orgasm of the night.
Your entire body tingled, like a gentle current of electricity running along your nerves and magic humming in your bones. Fingers digging into Azza’s back and abdomen tightening, throwing your head back in a choked moan, your release erupted. Milky drops of cum splattered across the fallen angel’s toned chest, a few even reaching his lips. Feeling the sticky liquid, his tongue swept over the corner of his mouth in a quick lick.
“Fuck,” you grabbed the back of his head and kissed him fiercely.
Want and need entwined so intimately it was impossible to distinguish them from each other, coalescing in an emotion beyond words, defying any and all possible explanations. Yet whatever it was, it ran so deep it might’ve as well been an intrinsic part of you, and it was absolutely, utterly inseparable from Azza.
Your tail clenched and you clawed at his back. You wanted pain, wanted pleasure, wanted to mark and possess him.
And he ravaged your tight ass with his girthy, curved cock as if he wanted to mold you to his shape. His rhythm matched your heartbeat and overtook it, going fast and hard to vent his desire. He made you climax again and again, throbbing and groaning and crying every time you squeezed him.
Seeing his eyes reddened by lust and tears, you only felt more aroused. You couldn’t help teasing him, nibbling on his neck and playfully relaxing your tail only to tense it again just before he could cum. The way he bit his lower lip and begged you to let him cum stoked your bad taste. Licking away his tears, you said, “Cry for me.”
Azza whimpered, then intensified his efforts.
Drowned by the frenzied onslaught of pleasure he brought, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled. He made you come so many times your dick ached and your cum was turning translucent, smeared across your chests and dripping down your stomachs. To you, it was just sticky, but for him, it burned on his skin and brought him ever closer to exploding.
Finally, after one last orgasm, you relaxed. You slipped a bit, wings drooping a little and spade-tipped tail releasing his balls.
The fallen angel roared. He rammed his cock balls-deep into your ass, throbbing and pulsing as he came, hands clenching hard enough to bruise. Load after load of cum was pumped into you and slowly dribbled with his shallow thrusts riding the afterglow of his climax.
You caressed his tear-stained face and kissed him.
Azza responded tenderly, even as his legs softened and you slowly slid down, leaving a trail on the fogged up window.
Sweaty and satisfied, you leaned against each other.
Thought process for combining ideas: Farmer Boy and the Lake = male reader x tentacles = haunted bathtub = the sentient hot spring
Contains: male reader, dub-con, tentacles, anal penetration, prostate stimulation, slight belly bulge, lot of 💦, NSFW & MDNI
That winter, you could hear the ice of the frozen lake sing. High creaks and low groans echoed across the vast expanse like the calls of some beast, eerie and haunting yet indescribably beautiful.
You and your friends walked over the ice, running and laughing while teasing each other as usual when the ice beneath you suddenly gave in. The next moment, you found yourself surrounded by freezing cold water, uncontrollably weighed down by your thick clothing and slowly sinking amidst your struggled.
Before you could clock what exactly was happening to you, you felt someone grab you, pull you up to the hole you broke into the ice and made you resurface. You coughed put the water, tears clouding your sight as you clung to the edge, and your panicked friends quickly yet carefully helped you out. Afterwards, you asked who’d saved you, but they just looked at you incomprehensibly. No one but you had broken through the ice, and you came up by yourself. There was no one else.
Ever since then, your friends and other villagers avoided the lake, but you still regularly went there. Strangely, it made you feel safe, as if there would always be someone to pull you up when you were feeling down.
In this way summer came and the burning hot sun made you feel like you were being boiled alive. To escape this unpleasant sensation, you went to the lake to take a bath in the cool waters shaded by the ancient trees.
You took off your clothes and sighed in relief as you slipped into the water. Before the incident, you’d always bathe like this with your friends and other older men from the village, but now, you had the lake all to yourself. It was quiet and peaceful, just you and the lake.
You entertained yourself by splashing water and observing the drops twinkling in the bright sunlight as they flew through the air, and then leisurely started swimming. With slow, broad strokes, you quickly distanced yourself from the shore and unknowingly reached a deeper area of the lake, where your toes could only barely reach the ground.
And then you felt it.
Something cold and slippery that felt like a sleek tentacle clung to your ankle and wound up along your legs towards your torso. You were too surprised to react as it entangled your limbs and wrapped around your waist, holding you in place with just your head above the water and the rest obscured by the shadowy depths.
The thing wandered all over your body. It squeezed your thighs and ass, grazed your joints like a lover’s kiss, and lingered on your nipples and cock that were hardening from its strangely thrilling touch colder than the water, prodding in a way that almost seemed to convey a sense of innocent curiosity.
And then it found your asshole.
Soft tentacles chilling like ice cubes slithered down the small of your back and between your ass cheeks, past your balls and over your perineum, rubbing themselves against the tight folds of your puckered hole.
The sensation woke you from your stupor. You struggled to resist, flailing your arms and thrashing the water, but the watery tentacles just wrapped you up more securely. They kneaded your flesh and jerked your cock, alternating between quick and slow strokes, a loose and tight grip, stimulating you to your peak. And then you felt a strange sucking on your cock, as if the water itself was slurping up your cum.
Moaning and writhing helplessly in the grasp of the cold tentacles, pleasure started to build once more as they licked and tugged and kneaded, and one tentacle even rubbed against your perineum until you felt the strange tingle it caused deep inside you, making you cum again with a loud, choked moan.
It felt like the tentacles were about to continue when a shout sounded from the distance, calling out for you. They loosened their hold and slowly let go of you, reluctantly tugging on your toes before completely withdrawing and leaving you by the shore.
You breathlessly clung to the rocks. Looking back, you could see nothing but the small waves of the lake. As if that water monster had never been there.
You left the lake in confusion, and only by the time you lay alone in your bed and were about to sleep did your mind settle enough to think about this strange incident. Although you had felt scared at first, the watery monster’s actions had been very… pleasurable. It was even better than when you did it yourself, touching all your sensitive spots all at once, almost like an intimate lover who’d known you for years. Even just thinking back on it, you meant to feel the cold touch burning on your skin, and your abdomen shamefully tightened with excitement.
So the next day, you went back to the lake. You swam to the same spot and eagerly anticipated the touch of the unknown water creature’s slick tentacles.
And as expected, they wound up your legs and tangled you up, holding you in place with your head above the water and the rest hidden beneath the surface. This time, you held onto the tentacles, leaning into their touch and even thrusting your cock into the creature’s cool grasp, enthusiastically participating in this originally one-sided, intimate contact.
With tentacles sliding over your skin, tugging on your nipples, balls and cock, you didn’t mind as one thin tentacle made its way to your asshole. It gently rubbed against the puckered folds, wetting your rear with its cold slime, and then carefully entered. You only realized what this thing had done when you felt a strange pressure inside you that made you abruptly cum with a loud moan, the amount and duration unprecedented, the enthralling pleasure making your muscles twitch in climax.
By the time your sight cleared up from the tears of ecstasy you’d just shed, your heart was still pounding in your chest. Each beat resonated till your fingertips, throbbing pleasantly in your abdomen and crotch.
The thin tentacle retreated from your asshole, only to immediately be replaced by a significantly thicker one. It slowly stretched the folds of your hole and sunk deep inside, firmly pressing and rubbing against a certain spot within you. You quickly became hard again, jerkingly grinding your needy, leaking cock against the tentacles.
The tentacles were pleased with your reaction, taking it as invitation to act more unrestrainedly. It shoved one tentacle into your mouth, curling around your tongue, while stuffing another up your asshole. The tentacles rammed into you, pounding against your pleasure spot, while the other tentacles stroked your cock, snaked down into your foreskin to hold your glans, massaged your balls, and sucked on your nipples. You violently came with a scream muffled by the tentacle in your mouth. Your cock throbbed and your asshole fluttered around the tentacles. The water monster seemed to greatly enjoy this as it picked up its pace and finally erupted, shooting a cold liquid into you that extended your orgasm.
But even then, it didn’t stop. The tentacles unceasingly plunged into you, stuffing you to the brim. It milked your cum and made your belly bulge with the size of its tentacles and the cold cum it repeatedly pumped into you, turning you into a twitching, slobbering mess.
By the time it set you down on the shore, your body was so weak from all the cumming that you couldn’t get up, and your asshole was unable to close, shooting out clear slimy cum with each labored breath.
The tentacles caressed you with satisfaction, and then retreated.
You smiled.
You were already clear in your mind — you’d be back for another round.
You had no idea what compelled you into going back to the forest, but there you were, wearing a skimpy outfit and walking around without any reason. You felt stupid, but also a bit excited. A bit turned on. The opportunity of finding the forest entity that fucked you too good to pass. You wanted a repeat… Well, more like you needed a repeat.
In the past couple weeks since it happened, you couldn’t think of anything else, your brain was completely stuck on him. (You didn’t miss the joke about being stuck on a tree-hole just to end up being stuck on a forest entity). Every second of every day you wanted to feel him again, to feel those vines and roots against your body, constricting your movements and leaving you at his mercy.
It was exhilarating, but the memory was not enough anymore. You burned down the batteries on two of your sex toys and had not enough energy to keep looking for more fun ways to get yourself off. Nothing was as good as the vines, nothing was as good as him.
So there you were, getting lost in the forest. On purpose this time.
You wandered for what felt like hours, until your body was tired and your anticipation dissipated into a more real sense of fear. You didn’t know where you were, if he didn’t show up at some point you’d be lost in the forest without a way to find your way back. You felt like you were walking in circles, unable to see anything as the sun started to set. Real panic started to fill your insides.
“You are lost and scared once again, but this time you have done this to yourself… Why?” His voice startled you, and you screamed. As you turned around, the vision of his strange face calmed you completely. He was there. He came for you.
A rush of adrenaline filled your body and your panties got wet. Fuck, that ethereal voice was messing with your libido big time. “I- I was looking for you.” You told him, voice caught in your throat as some vines and roots bloomed from the ground beneath your feet and lifted your body, undressing you in the process.
“For me? Why?” His utter confusion would have been cute if you weren’t suspended in the air with wines holding your arms and legs apart.
“I don’t know.” That was a weak ass response and you knew it. He tilted his head to the side like he was trying to decipher your whole soul with a look. Maybe he was doing exactly that, how would you know. “Okay, okay… I- I wanted a repeat,” you confessed in a murmur.
“Of what, human?” His uncanny features made your insides twist and turn, but also made you even more curious to know more about him. “There’s no balance to be restored now. Are you making a free offer to the forest?” He added. You didn’t think of that. You didn’t think of anything apart from getting fucked again. You were so dumb. Your face flushed at the acknowledgment that you got lost on purpose just to get fucked by vines. How freaky was that?
“I- Yes! Yes. That’s it,” you agreed, without really knowing what that would entitle. “I want… I want you to do that again… with the vines.” Your face burned as you said it.
Said vines took on their own and started caressing your body, like he wasn’t controlling them, as if they were a living organism on their own. That filled you with an unsettled feeling, but part of you liked that thought. Part of you wanted to be at the mercy of some mindless plant organism.
He turned around, not looking at you. Disappointed had a sour taste against your mouth. “I see…” He was leaving. He was leaving you there without even looking twice at you. Without an explanation.
“Wait! Are you going to leave me here?” You asked, panicked. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. The spike of fear mixed with anticipation and arousal, leaving you breathless.
“I need to retrieve something, I’ll be back.” Just as he was saying that, some more vines appeared in front of you and stuff your mouth until you couldn’t answer back, like a plant gag.
He left you there, mouth stuffed with vines and your body suspended in the air by plant-acles (plant tentacles?). As soon as he disappeared, the vines took a turn. More vines and roots appeared around you, touching you. Caressing every inch of your body. The ones in your mouth started thrusting into your throat until you were gagging and salivating around them. It felt like the messiest blowjob of your life as some more vines and roots caressed your nipples and clit. It was exhilarating.
But they wouldn’t finish you. The tentacles around you played with your sensitive areas, pinching, caressing, sucking… You were thrown against the edge a thousand times, but they never let you cross it. The vines moved and caressed around you, tightening and releasing parts of your body. It was maddening, the unfulfilled pleasure was driving you completely insane. Over and over for what felt like hours but was probably less than twenty minutes, the vines edged you until every caress felt like it was going to make you explode. But it didn’t. They didn’t let you.
When he reappeared in front of you, you could have sobbed. If you weren’t already crying because of the overstimulation and the edging. Tears ran freely down your face, mixing with the drool around the plant-gag fucking your throat. You felt used. And you enjoyed it, like the little pervert you were.
He looked at you for a few seconds, “I shouldn’t have left them unsupervised. My apologies, human.” His apology sounded a lot like a non-apology. He wasn’t sorry at all, he consciously left you there with wild vines edging you, the little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth was answer enough. “I found the compass.” You didn’t know what he was talking about, but the vines wouldn’t stop moving and you felt ready to explode. You wanted to scream at him, to beg him to end the torture to your senses and let you come. But he kept talking. “Now you would be able to find me,” he explained. He looked at you expecting an answer you were unable to provide. “Oh, the vines…” He moved his hand and the vines fucking your throat retracted.
You breathed deep before chanting: “Please, please, please…” You were unable to form any more words as you screamed and begged for release. “Please let me come. Pleaseeeee!”
“It’s okay, human. I’m here,” he told you softly.
His words sounded ominous, and maybe you should have trusted your instincts because before you realized, the vines around you were morphing and moving. Some of them constricted around your nipples, acting as improvised nipple clamps as he approached step by step to your naked and restricted body. He stood there for a few seconds, admiring his vine work.
And then, he raised his hand and you cried out. For the first time ever, he touched you. His fingers caressed the skin of your abdomen and made a trail lower and lower… When his finger touched your clit, you screamed at the top of your lungs. “None of that, you don’t want to bother the little animals, do you?” He didn’t give you time to react, he conjured a new vine around your head and gagged you.
That wasn’t the only new vine, soon enough there was one curling around your leg, approaching your center. He cooed at you when you whimpered, shushing you as he caressed your hair softly, his other hand still circling your clit.
The tender gesture was such a contrast with the sexual torture he was inflicting on your poor human body. You were dizzy by it. It was maddening. And when the vine pushed into your hungry cunt, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You groaned and moaned as he kept fucking you restlessly.
You were lost in the pleasure he was giving you. So lost that the first touch of a vine against your asshole caught you off guard. You tried to scream, but he wasn’t having any of that. The gag around your mouth pressed harder as you whimpered around it. You were breathing so hard you feared hyperventilation, but his soft touches to your side kept you focused. Bit by bit, the vine pushed inside your asshole until it was fully seated.
And just like that, it began. In perfect sync, the vines inside your pussy and ass started fucking you. It was better than anything you’d ever felt. It was so much more than you thought you could take. But he didn’t ask, he gave and you took.
He was looking at you with such intensity you felt hyperaware of every twitch, every groan and every bit of saliva you let out around the gag. But he still didn’t let you come.
“Just a bit more, human, you are doing great,” his voice was soft as he moved his hands to direct the vines around your body. In and out. In and out. They fucked you in tandem as he looked at you like you were his prize.
His encouragements were making you see stars and a thousand different lights behind your eyes. The assault to your senses so deep and profound you didn’t know how to feel anymore. You didn’t know if it was too much, if it was too little. You could only feel the vines moving in and out of your holes, the stretch and pressure of it against all your sensitive spots.
“Come for me human, give me your offering.” Like a magic word, you exploded on a thousand pieces as your body melted against the vines, a splash of your juices showering everything around you. “That’s, such a good human for me.” That was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.
You woke up next to your car, re-dressed and with a shiny compass next to you.
your moth-man lover enjoys close proximity to you in more ways than one.
wc; 873
warnings; mdni/18+; sexually explicit details, graphic descriptions of bodily fluids, detail + prose heavy in some spots
divider; @/kodaswrld
sequel to SOFTNESS
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The lighthouse beacon called him home to you every night.
You knew his arrival by the distant flutter of his wings, a sound resembling fabric caught on a strong breeze, and his feet making contact with the iron grates that made up the wraparound walkway of the gallery deck. Two clawed toes stuck through the hexagonal gaps, always making his landings uncomfortable as he struggled to free himself, step above the holes to make his way through the trapdoor that you left open for him.
He knew where to go and how to navigate to the lower floors to find you. Sometimes he interrupted you while you studied old blueprints of the lighthouse, hoping to unravel some sacred engineering knowledge that you weren't already aware of, or he'd watch you broom the floor from a safe distance after far too many times feeling the coarse bristles against his setae.
Then, there were some nights when he found you asleep on the job, cocooned messily in your thick comforters on the mattresses you kept stacked on the floor. They were shoved oddly to a corner near, just in view of a window longer than it was wide. Not big enough for a body to fit through, but for a slant of dusty moonlight to filter through the murky window and lay a long stripe across your bed.
He liked to be in that light when he was with you, sprawled across the sheets, relishing their strange softness and the fabric gliding across his setae. What he enjoyed even more was to be immersed in all of the comforts of your body: the feeling of your skin, your lips pressed lovingly against his, your limbs an endless entanglement. Nights where he wanted that closeness always quickly evolved into your body being hastily stripped of clothing (it had taken him a while to learn how to), with your hands pushing firmly into his soft back as he fucked you.
You remembered being startled by the sight of his cock the first time as it unsheathed: long, curved, and pale with a modest girth that you didn't expect would get you anywhere. His dark pink tip wept terribly with a milky, viscous fluid crawling down the length of it. He had been anticipating this for a while, perhaps from the very beginning, and had been exhibiting more self-restraint than most humans you knew.
When you spread your legs for him, he made a pleased sound, a cross between chittering and a masculine hum. With a great sense of urgency, he climbed on top of you and nestled his cock inside of you. You watched him seat himself as far as he could go, even as he manipulated your legs and tried to push your thighs wider like that would grant him deeper access. But, he seemed to understand that he would get no further when you laid a hand against one of his defined pectorals and adjusted your hips to accommodate how far he reached inside of you and where the curve of his cock hit your walls.
The first thrusts he had taken were experimental, gauging. His large black eyes were focused on you, observing your expressions and the way your body writhed under him, as if he was fascinated to see it. He rested his weight on his arms, lowering himself far enough to kiss your lips, long tongue pushing through your teeth into your mouth, where he mingled your tastes and pulled a moan from your throat.
His gentleness fell away all at once after that. Every thrust became harder, faster, wilder in a way you never experienced before. He wasn't fucking you as a man, but as something far more bestial and ancient and not wholly knowable. Your fingernails clung to his shoulders, into his soft scales as he thrashed you deep into the mattress, hips knocking yours, cock numbing your insides as his narrow tip scraped your ridged walls.
You felt his ragged breaths against your neck, his lips always somewhere on your body, sampling the salt of your sweat and the lotion you had used when you'd last bathed. Then, through his orgasm, a groan resonated deep in his chest and rose into the back of his throat, where it carried on his breath and fanned out across your skin on stuttering breaths.
His release was explosive; hot, gushing stuff that saturated your insides and left you with a sensation of fullness, like his cock was the only thing keeping it all from spilling out. Once the tension in his shoulders softened under your fingertips and he'd gone flaccid, he removed himself from your body. His spend oozed steadily from your hole while you lie there motionless and unsatisfied, thinking of how long it would take to finish yourself off.
But, after that thought, he had recovered and backed down your body until his head was tucked between your legs, fuzzy antennae brushing your thighs as he opened his mouth and engulfed you.
One of your close friends sent you the article as a joke, it was some shitty manosphere blog that had made a very click bait heavy post about your boyfriend and his business.
Rolling your eyes you read through the absolute slop that they had posted, snorting as they call him an 'alpha of the generation' and 'model masculinity' just because he looked the part of stereotypical manly CEO, if only these slop writers could see him the moment it's not boardrooms and meeting with big conglomerates for custom made CRM software. Then they'd see just how manly their 'alpha CEO' really was, especially since he wasn't even at work currently but tied down to your bed with a custom made gag in his mouth shuddering through his sixth ruined orgasm of the evening.
Looking down at him, your phone in one hand and the vibrating wand in the other he looks debauched.
His hair is a sweaty mess with strands clinging to his forehead, neck, and cheeks, thin lines of drool leak from his gag spread lips, there's tears being absorbed by the blindfold over his eyes. But even as you check in with him and make sure he's good to keep going the warbling sound that almost makes the form of your name and 'yes please!' is anything but the macho CEO the article your still scrolling through depicts.
Tipping the wand back towards the tip of his cock, you begin reading out all the silly buzzwords and shitty drivel that the post used for him, watching as his hands clench and his stomach muscles twitch as you click the speed up a notch or two, smiling as his tail fans just a little under him as you begin to comment along with the article. When they call him a real man you coo down at him about how if he's such a big, strong man and can definitely take another two rounds with the wand, taking in each sniffling nod as encouragement to keep going.
Maybe you should ask your friend to find another one of these slop articles about your boyfriend...
This one just wasn't long enough to get through two more rounds, and you really were looking to break in this wand properly.
I miss minotaur personal trainer very much. What if reader goes to the gym during ovulation days and minotaur personal trainer can smell it? A really heated session of grinding, fondling, and petting ensues which leads to getting folded against the exercise mat 👀
Oh god, he'd be feral, good luck even checking in at the desk for your session he's already on you and dragging you into the room before your card connects.
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This was your week, you felt it, the confidence, the swagger, it was all working out for you, so when you practically bounded towards the gym your personal trainer was looking forward to hearing what had you so chipper and eager to get into it all.
Then the scent pulled him in, that sweet hit of something and you.
It didn't even take him a minute to cross the gym, swiping his card and practically dragging you through the gym to the private room he used for sessions, ignoring the desk clerk hollering for him to let you sign in properly as he slams the training room door shut behind him. He doesn't mean to grunt and huff like a beast at you as he practically strips you out of your cover clothes, hands already pushing and folding you into the beginning stretches.
It's all laughter and jokes about him being eager to see you today before he switches stretches, pushing you into a frog stretch slipping behind you and pressing I to the space between your legs. Face buried in the back of your neck as he huffs and groans, thick fingers digging into your hips as he makes a bold rock of his hips, grinding the full hard length of his cock against your ass, grunting when you jolt at the action, face growing warm as you look over your shoulder at him, his furs a mess and his horns are angled just right that you can see how blown out his pupils are.
One solid huff moves his nose ring as he slips a hand slowly off your hip and cups your crotch, waiting a moment before grinding his hips forward again and making sure you're feeling his cock and the press of his fingers against you.
The incessant roll of his hips and the heat growing in you makes it hard to stay in the full stretch, eventually letting your arms fold under you as you let your shoulders drop to the mat. Panting as you whine at him, shivering as he moves from cupping to shoving his hand under your workout shorts, the stretchy material makes it a little hard for him to get to exactly where he wants but eventually he gets there.
Looking up from the mat you can see him in the mirrors on the wall, the ones usually used for from checks are now your clear view of how your minotaur trainer is panting heavily and humping desperately against your ass, all while teasing you with the barely there press of one thick finger tip against your cunt.
He really is far too old to be saying these sorts of things, especially to someone like you. There's at least fifteen years between the two of you, and he's still making that syrupy promise of 'just the tip'.
It's hardly his fault that you're not as familiar with how hybrid biology changes these sorts of things. The systems of the world fail everyone in some way, shape or form, so he hardly flinches when he pins you under him, tail swaying behind him as he pushes your knees back, spreading you open enough that he can watch as he pushes in. Somehow, through sheer sensation, you miss that he definitely pushed more than just the tip into you.
Looking up, your head is tipped back, definitely not looking down as he rocks his hips, slowly fucking himself into you. It's hard not to push deeper, to make you aware of just how much of his cock is inside you, biting into his bottom lip as he desperately wants to go deeper to let you feel how his knot is swelling slowly, push harder and listen to how you would keen or maybe even whine as he grinded into you, working his knot in and letting it full swell.
But you looked too good like this, letting him edge himself with the feeling of you, nodding along as you mumble about it being just the tip, even as he knows it's more than that.
He really should know better, have actually done what you expected of him, but when you look at him, look down and see how deep he actually is in you. He's expected you to panic, to push him off, but something passes across your face for a moment, justa split second before you mutter that same sentence again, 'just the tip' before pushing your hips as he grinds down, letting his barely swollen knot slip in.
The sound that he lets out is feral, nodding along as he responds back, 'Yeah, just the tip...'
Request: Invisible monster x reader. Invisible monster is like the Invisible man, a lil crazy, but really desperate for best friend reader. Maybe best friend reader let's him stay the night and he gets up for water w/o his bandages and sees reader masturbating while saying his name and well helps her out.
You are right at it, your legs parted, head thrown back as your finger plays with the little bundle of nerves that drives you completely insane as you keep working yourself higher and higher in your frenzy to come.
You have been at it for what feels like hours, but in reality it’s probably been less than ten minutes. But you are so worked up. The second you stepped into your room, your pants were on the floor and your back was hitting the mattress, one hand reaching down to slip under your panties.
You’ve been worked up all day because of your stupid best friend. Your stupidly great best friend whom you had a crush on for months, and he hasn’t caught on yet. He’s so obvious it’s painful, and you don’t want to be too straightforward about it because you know his story.
You know he gets spooked easily, and because he’s invisible when he’s not wearing clothes… You don’t want to spook him and not see him again. Not that you think he’d ever do that, but you are a bit scared to put yourself out there just like that.
So you’ve been dropping hints.
Hints like hanging out more and more. Like leaving your bedroom door half-open when you start to jerk off… You know, soft hints.
And right now, your friend is sleeping in the other room, the one whose wall you share, the one you know is so paper-thin and if you are a bit too loud he would hear you. And you don’t want that, do you? You’ve been fantasizing with the idea, sure, but you don’t want your best friend to find you… right? Maybe you do.
Maybe you want him to take off his clothes so he’s completely invisible. Maybe you want him to slip into your room and look at you as you touch yourself thinking about it. Maybe you want him to stare at your pussy as you play with yourself just for his enjoyment.
You rub your clit faster, your other hand playing with your breast over your soft cotton shirt, the friction of the fabric only making it feel more erotic in a way. You let out the tiniest of moans, that sounds a lot like your best friend’s name. You hear something hitting the floor, but you guess it’s just your cat playing with something again.
But when your door opens just slightly and there’s nothing there, your heartbeat starts to pick up, pumping adrenaline to your cells. You let out another tiny whimper when you hear a single crack as he steps on the loose floorboard. You are breathing hard, and even though you don’t know if he’s even here… you can’t avoid shivering in anticipation.
You open your legs more, gathering some of your juices to rub your clit again, throwing your head back and groaning unashamedly when you feel the mattress tilt a little. You can’t see him, or his expression, but there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s there right now. He’s watching you jerk off in front of him, and you have never been more horny.
“Please,” you mumble in the direction you think he is.
There’s a soft sound, and in a second you feel his hands on your thighs, pushing them further apart when his mouth lands on your pussy. You let out a screech that probably scared everyone in the building, but you don’t fucking care when he starts to eat you out like a desperate soul.
The fact that you can’t see anything but the indents of his hands on your thighs is driving you into another dimension. There’s something utterly naughty and perverted about him eating you out like this, completely invisible. And he’s slurping on your pussy like his life depends on it.
You can’t do anything but to grab onto the sheets as you scream in pleasure and he continues his assault on your senses with his clever tongue that’s set on driving you insane.
“You taste like the best dessert, I could devour you,” he mumbles against your lips and you almost laugh.
But it’s cut short when one of his hands travels to your pussy, and he slips two fingers inside of you. You scream his name as he sucks on your clit, fingers curling just right to touch that special place inside of you that makes your toes curl, and your eyes roll back into your head.
“Just like that, be a good girl and come for me. Let me feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” his words feel filthy against your pussy as you arch your back, trying to get as close as possible to his wicked mouth.
Your hand flies down until you touch his hair. You open your eyes in time to see your hand floating as you pull at his hair, pressing his face harder against your pussy. You marvel at him, groaning as if you are the best thing he’s ever tasted, but at the same time, not seeing anything between your legs gives you a kick of arousal that makes everything so much more intense.
You let out a scream that could rival banshees when you start to come around his fingers. He sucks harder against your clit, flicking it with his tongue as he milks every drop of pleasure from your trembling body as you pant.
But he doesn’t stop.
He only slows down a bit before he’s mumbling: “Again.”
You scream when he goes for it again, playing all your sensitive spots like a professional when you continue to ride his face. He’s moaning against your pussy, drinking you in as he licks around his fingers, his nose rubbing deliciously against your clit.
“Let go,” he mumbles. And you comply, unable to do anything against it as another orgasm hits you like a tidal wave.
He kitten-licks your pussy until the aftershocks are too much and you pull his head away. It’s a bit unnerving not seeing him right now, not knowing what he’s thinking.
He breaks the silence first, his tone of utter wonder when he says: “That was… wow.” You can’t help yourself as you snort.
“You didn’t even come,” you tell him with a smirk.
“Next time,” he assures you.
“Next time?” You ask, your voice hopeful.
“Yes. Next time. I tasted you, there’s no way I’m letting you go now.” His hands are on your sides and he maneuvers you until you feel his full body pressing against your back, cuddling you. “Now let’s go to sleep, I have plans for tomorrow,” the innuendo is clear in his tone.
You fall asleep with a smile on your lips, and an idea already forming in your mind. You are going to rock his world the same way he just did to yours.
Gargoyle x fem!witch reader || teasing, (light) dirty talk, size kink, (accidental) edging, magic sex
You are organizing some of the potions when someone taps your shoulder. You turn around to see a very handsome gargoyle fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, looking incredibly adorable for a creature so big. You smile softly in his direction. “Can I help you?”
“I have a bit of a problem,” he murmurs. Even in his low tone, his voice is rough and deep, and it sends shivers down your spine.
“Okay… So what is it?” You ask when he doesn’t answer right away. Your smile grows a tad bigger, trying to be reassuring and not sure if you succeed.
He doesn’t look at you when he responds. “I have a crack that needs to be filled.”
You smile, carefully placing your hand on his forearm. His whole body tenses and you pull away instantly. You don’t want to make him more uncomfortable. “Oh, okay. That’s fine. I can do that. Follow me to the back. I have all the things I need there.” You get walking and he follows dutifully. He stands there awkwardly as you get everything ready. “Okay, all set. Let me fix you right up.”
“But I…” He tries and ends up covering his mouth as if he can’t say whatever is on his mind.
“You kinda need to show it to me if you want it fixed,” you try. Coaching a gargoyle to tell you where his crack wasn’t in your plans for the day, but having a witch apothecary comes with weird timing.
He sighs and whispers: “It’s embarrassing.”
You try not to smile too big, his act too fucking cute for a creature so big and so hot. “Why?”
“It’s- Itsmydick.” He says it so fast you don’t catch what he says.
“What was that?” You ask, already figuring it out but just trying to get a clearer picture of it all. Also, because you think it’ll be funny, being a witch in a little town is boring sometimes.
“The crack is on my dick,” he enunciates very carefully. You are sure that if gargoyles could blush he’d be as red as a tomato, which only wants you to want him… carnally.
“That’s okay. It happens. Not the most common but I can happen,” you try to reassure him after a second, trying to act calm and collected and not like you want to salivate just thinking about touching his dick. “Okay, show it to me, then.”
He lowers his pants, his wings fluttering behind him with nerves, and it takes you a second to see the little crack on the side of his (very big) dick. You swallow around the knot in your throat, pressing your thighs together to try alleviate some of the tingly feelings down there.
“It’s not big but I-” It takes you a second to recognize he’s not talking about the size of his dick. You almost giggle, but you stop before it comes out.
“No worries. Better get it fixed soon, yes.” You get some of the potions and the little cream that would help the re-rockification of the crack. “Okay, I’m going to tell you this and you are going to feel very embarrassed, but it’s needed: you need to be hard.”
His voice is like a squeal: “What?”
“You need to be hard for me to apply the products, so either you do it…” You know is very unprofessional, but you have to take your shot when you can: “or I help.”
“Help?!” His voice raises at least three octaves.
You try to act nonchalant when you answer, as if you offered to jerk off all your clients. “Yes. I help you get hard so I can fix it.”
“O- o- okay,” he stutters, his dick already a bit hard just talking about it. Heat blooms in your lower abdomen, at least you know he’s also a tiny bit excited about this.
You get some of the cream on your hands, and rub them together to warm it up. The first touch of your hands on his dick is monumental. His dick is so big you can barely surround him with your hand, and with a couple of jerks, he’s already hard and leaking. You lick your lips, forcing yourself not to lean in and lick the drop at the tip.
“I’m so sorry,” he says when the leaking becomes a bit messy, a little patch forming on your leg while you apply everything to fix the crack.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s natural after all,” you reassure him. You want him so bad… He groans when your hand caresses his balls lightly, and you have to bite your lip not to smirk. “Okay, big guy, that’s it. You need to keep the area clean, and you shouldn’t practice any kind of sexual activity in the next seven days or so, I put a little spell on you to not let you finish. Less temptation that way. Come back for a check-up when you can.”
“Thank you,” he mumbles pulling his pants over his still very hard erection.
He almost runs out of there, leaving your smiling self behind, thinking about all the ways he could have fucked you with that monster gray dick. What an adorable and hot as hell gargoyle.
It takes him exactly seven days to reappear at the shop. “Welcome back! How’s your dick?” A naga turns around, scandalized, and slithers away with a huff. Pearl-clutching creatures…
He looks more fidgety than before, if that’s even possible. “It’s- It’s fine. I’m back for the check-up?”
“Sure. Come back so we have a bit more privacy,” you tell him. Your body is trembling in anticipation, you can almost taste the sexual tension sizzling between you two.
You sit on the little stool and he stands between your legs. He lowers his pants a lot faster this time, his dick fully erect in front of you. You lick your lips without realizing, a thousand thoughts of leaning forward and licking it cross your mind. That would be unprofessional. This is a check-up. But you are losing patience. You want to be debouched by this gargoyle.
You inspect his dick, happy that the crack is no longer noticeable. “O-kay! It looks good. I can take the spell off now.” You move your hands over his dick and clap when you are done.
You can’t even blink before he’s hoisted you on top of the closest table, settling himself between your legs, long skirt bunched at your waist, panties exposed.
“Yes?” Is the only thing he asks.
You don’t even have to think about it. “Fuck yes.”
He rips off your underwear, his claws trembling lightly when he probes your opening. You are more than ready to take him, but you can guess where his hesitation comes from. He’s huge compared to your human size. And his dick is… well, monstrous. But you dig it. You want it.
“It will fit,” you reassure him.
You grab his horns and pull him down, kissing him until he’s rutting his hard dick against your wet pussy. You push him away just enough for him to see you moving your fingers until some little sparkles appear and you can feel the heat traveling up your pussy. Magical lube is the best trick up your sleeve.
“Go, go. I’m ready,” you tell him, pulling him down to devour his mouth again.
He makes a confused sound, but your heels are on his lower back and you are pulling him forward until you feel the tip of his dick pressing against your opening. He goes in with an ease he’s probably not used to, because his moans turn sinful while his dick hits as deep as possible inside of you. You can’t take all of him, but it’s a good portion, and it fills you to the absolute brim.
He starts slow, but you pinch his side with enough force to make him flinch, bulking into you and making you moan. He doesn’t hesitate anymore, pounding into you like a madman while you chant ah ah ah with each thrust. Your whole brain is under a fog while he leaves you breathless.
By the time his movements become erratic, you aren’t sure how much more you can hold it, you reach down and start rubbing your clit with intent, head thrown back and whole body tense. With one last thrust, he hits your G-spot and the orgasm explodes inside of you. You see fireworks around your body, your magic going haywire while he thrust half a dozen more times and you feel him spilling inside of you. It’s as hot as lava, and sends you higher into the spiral of pleasure.
He’s breathing hard against your neck when he mumbles: “I’ve never been so happy to hit my dick with a flying rock.”
Request: But um…if it’s not too difficult, my OC Todd (his redheaded iteration, preferrably) as a werewolf-like fae (he’s always some kind of fucking fae, don’t ask hahaha) and the chubby barista (again…cos it me haha), but Todd is a bit of a sly seducer until behind closed doors, then he gets rough and loses control…maybe have him talk his way into the barista’s apartment?
A/N: Coming back to this old commissions (here and here) with a new story in the same universe. This time a fae-werewolf hybrid. It turned out a bit more himbo-y than expected, hope that’s okay. Enjoy!
After you started fooling around, his mouth has been on you every chance he gets. He’s a bit obsessed with how hot you get, how wet your pussy is when he licks your clit. He’s basically obsessed with eating you out. And well… You aren’t about to complain about that. Seeing his red hair between your legs while he enjoys himself there does a lot for you.
But you want more. You’ve been wanting more for a little while and you know you have to tell him. You know that. He’s pure-hearted and cocky, and needs to everything spelled before he adventures himself to do anything. You know that. But dang is it hard to get over your own hangups about it.
Fucking means he’s going to see you fully naked. What if he doesn’t like you? What if eating you out is fine but seeing your rolls move while he thrusts into you is a turn off for him? So you’ve been overthinking it, okay. Not the best idea.
And then something happens. A surprise for both of you, really. Or maybe not so much of a surprise. You fell yesterday while you were cleaning, so your body took a bit more energy than you are used to, to heal, that’s it. So you are a bit tired, and while you make out on your bed, your stomach grumbles. Very loudly.
“You hungry?” He asks instantly, his head tilted to the side in that cute way that makes your insides feel like goo. His piercings are glistening under the soft light of your lamp, and he looks almost ethereal. Probably something to do with his half-fae nature.
“It’s nothing,” you respond almost as rapidly. You are a bit embarrassed that your body is betraying you like this. You should have drink some blood before he came, but you thought you’d have time. Usually you only have to feed once every two days. And you fed yesterday… But the fall fucked your schedule.
His offer is mumbled against your neck, like he’s embarrassed by it. Or maybe more excited than you give him credit for. “Drink from me.” He pulls back to look at your face and he’s beautifully blushed, almost as red as his hair. What a cutie.
“What?” You can’t believe him. “You- You know what would happen, right? You know if I bite you… You’d get the frenzy.” He nods fervently. “And you still want it? You still want me to bite you?”
Both of you know what it means. It means he’d enter the breeding frenzy, and he’d be hard as a rock (harder than he is right now), and you would fuck it out. It’s nature. And the one time you did it with one of your exes… It was a fan-tas-tic sex marathon. You’ve been too scared to suggest it to any of your other partners since, though. It was intense and intimate, and not something vampires share easily.
“Are you sure?” You ask him again, not wanting to get your hopes up, but unable to stop your giddiness. You’d love to bite him. He smells so good and you want him to experience how good the frenzy is. Plus he would fuck you senseless after, which sounds like your best fantasy right now. “I know we’ve been dating for a while, but this would mean penetration and we haven’t gotten to that yet. So if you aren’t su-”
“I’m sure,” he cuts you with his biggest smile.
He’s so sexy you want to kiss him. So you do. You grab his sweet face and press an open-mouthed kiss to his smiling lips. Which makes him smile bigger. He leans forward to give you another kiss, which is more teeth than lips because you are smiling like two fools.
Your stomach grumbles again and the both of you chuckle, pulling apart. “Okay. Let’s do this.” His confidence is so hot you almost whine.
He huffs in amusement when you straddle his legs more securely. He’s sitting back, you on his lap, your pussy right over his very interested dick, and you can smell his blood pumping faster, his arousal getting thicker in the air. You are so fucking ready for this. You’ve been waiting for this.
You kiss his jugular first, licking his pulse point until Todd whines. Your smirk exposes your fangs, and you only hesitate for half a second. You bite down on his neck and the reaction is instantaneous. His body goes rigid, his hands grip your hips harder, and his dick twitches under your pussy so violently you can feel it against your clit. And then the flavor hits your tongue and you are moaning. It’s intoxicating.
He tastes like the best dessert ever, and you can’t get enough. He’s rutting up against your core, and you are moaning against his neck. The desperation in your touches to one another is lost the second you pull away. He’s looking at you with blown wide pupils, his tongue almost lolling out, and his ears twitching in the most werewolf-y way ever.
“I want-” He growls, but you continue. “I want your dick. Fuck, Todd. I need it. Fuck me, please,” you moan, licking over the wounds in his neck and savoring his blood one last time. Your brain feels fuzzy, your pussy so wet you are pretty sure you ruined your panties. And most likely the front of his sweats.
It takes him a couple of seconds to process your words, but the moment he does, it’s game over. He moves so fast you barely feel it, but in a rush your back is against the mattress, and he’s between your legs. Your clothes disappear, thrown over his shoulder in ripped strips of fabric.
He dips down enough to lick your pussy, and you grab onto his red hair like your life depends on it. Your hips are rutting against his face, and he’s whimpering and groaning like he’s right where he wants to be. But you want his dick. You already tried his tongue. You want the hybrid special.
“Come here, come here… I need you. I need your dick. Please!” Your voice sounds high-pitched and unknown to your own ears, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He tries to talk, but what comes out is a growl, his claws pinching the sides of your hips when he manhandles you until his dick is right at the apex of your thighs. You raise your hips, trying to get some friction, any friction, and he literally roars.
Your legs are unceremoniously pushed apart, his eyes fixated on your dripping core while he positions himself. His dick looks so big you have a second of hesitation before he presses forward a little bit, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind completely.
“I can’t- I don’t know if I-” He tries, his hands shaking visibly where he’s holding his shaft against your opening. But you understand him either way.
You grab his face, curling your legs around his middle and pushing his dick a bit further. “Don’t hold back. I want this. I want you,” you whisper against his lips.
It’s like it snaps. One second he’s trembling with pent-up energy to fuck you, and the next second your legs are over his shoulders and he’s folding you in half as he fucks into you like the monster he is. Your scream is so loud you are thankful for the soundproofed walls.
Your whole body is vibrating. You are holding onto the wall not to hit your head while he continues fucking you like a piston. There’s no caress. There’s no trace of your sweet boyfriend. There’s only his dick hitting your G-spot with each thrust and the sounds of your lovemaking creating a symphony to your ears.
The pleasure is way beyond everything you imagined. You don’t know how to deal with it. Closed eyes. Opened eyes. It doesn’t matter, he’s everywhere. You can feel him in every cell of your body while he fucks you ferally.
You can feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, so close you can taste it. He’s growling against your neck, thrusting so fast his hips are a blur against yours. If you were human, you’d wake up with bruises in the morning. But you aren’t, and you crave more.
Your nails are scratching his back, you can smell the blood, and it only drives him wilder. You groan his name over and over, a chant that feels like a prayer as you ascend to the heavens, closer and closer to orgasm. And then you feel it, the bigger base of his dick hitting against your entrance. You scream his name, your orgasm catching you by surprise while he lets out a series of curses that would make a sailor blush.
He thrusts one more time and his knot fits inside of you, your walls clamping down around him the second he starts coming. That drives him feral, groaning and growling while another orgasm crushes over your body, leaving you boneless under him.
By the time you come back to your brain, he’s still breathing hard. His hips keep making little rolls that hit your G-spot and send sparks of aftershocks up your spine. “I think…” You swallow, trying to get some saliva to your dry mouth. “I think we should do that again,” you whisper. The laugh that blooms out of him is so loud that it rocks his whole body, moving his knot inside of you and making you both moan.
can you do a pt 2 of the hole in the wall with a tentacle monster? i’d think i’d pass out if that was me
A/N: Hi there! First of: thank you for your compliments :) Tried to mix all these requests together because all of them had tentacles in common, don’t know if I did a good job, but I hope this satisfies y’all, it was fun to write. Enjoy!
Good monster
Tentacle-monster x fem!reader || dom/sub (femdom), overstimulation, tentacles, double penetration (in the same hole), praise kink (light)
When the tentacle monster gave you your voice back to meet the prince, you were more than happy to get out of there fast. You didn’t think twice about why he did it, or why he would look so sad when you ran away from his cave. But you did it anyway.
And regretted it.
The prince was not only awful, but life at the palace was hell. You wanted to go back as soon as you two spoke twice, but you promised you’d be there for a while, you promised you’d make it work if you got your voice back. But the tentacle monster knew better than you did, he knew so much better. So when he showed up at the castle and eradicated every single one of the stupid royals who made your life living hell, you could only be grateful.
He took you back to his cave, and you stared at him for a long while before you were able to form words. “Are you going to take my voice away?” You asked him. You would gladly give it back if it meant not going back to those awful royals.
He sighed, as if your word pained him, his tentacles moving around his body. It was mesmerizing. “No, little human, it’s all yours to enjoy. A gift if you may.” He said and urged you to leave.
You didn’t fight him, but you regretted that, too. You regretted the pain in his eyes and the way he stared at you even when you were far away. You regretted so many things about him, but when you decided to go back and talk to him, he was gone. You didn’t see him again for a loooooong time.
And time passed. And you missed him in a way that made no sense but all the sense at the same time. He was like an old wound that hurt every time the weather changed. And you didn’t know anything else about him to find him, you made peace with that.
Until you were hired for a new human-monster experiment. (And maybe you only wanted to be fucked by a bunch of monsters until you couldn’t walk straight, that sounded like a great evening in your books.)
You were supposed to be fit into a hole, your lower half exposed to the air and ready to be fucked by as many monsters as they came. But that wasn’t what happened.
You were tied to the hole and completely naked when you heard the soft rustle of tentacles against the floor, your whole body trembling in anticipation as you heard someone behind you. Tentacles were one of your biggest fantasies, images of him flashing behind your eyes, anticipation and desperation mixing inside of you. You parted your legs a bit further, trying to look as enticing as possible to the monster behind you.
But they didn’t touch you. And after what felt like an eternity but was probably only a couple minutes, you asked: “Is something wrong?” You looked back, trying to peek through the hole but unable to do so.
“I- I don’t… I don’t know how to do this,” he confessed in a short breath. He sounded nervous and something inside of you stirred.
“What do you mean?” You questioned, your hand already pressing the button that unlocked your restrains.
“I’ve never fucked a human,” he let out, almost embarrassed.
You struggled out of the hole and turned around, you knew it was against the rules but you didn’t care. The monster was clearly having a hard time and you weren’t heartless. But when you were finally out and turned around your heart skipped a beat and you let out a gasp.
“You!” You both said in unison, looking at each other with utter surprise. “How? What? How”
Your stupor was short lived when a mechanical voice sounded over your heads: “Experiment over, move to the individual rooms.” You followed after him, grabbing a robe that was hanging next to the door. Your brain was swimming with a thousand possibilities.
“What happens now?” You asked to the researcher waiting outside the door.
“We detected abnormalities in your compatibility results, you need to be isolated and studied together. Follow me.” They lead you through the corridors until they open a door at the end of a hallway.
Your tentacle monster enters before you. “What are we supposed to do here?” He asked the researcher once you were in a cozy room that looked like an expensive hotel more than a lab.
“You fuck. We watch. Enjoy.” And they left, leaving both of you there, staring at each other with confused expressions.
“So… Do you want to…” He started, looking at you intently.
“YES,” you answered a little too fast and a little too loudly. He looks a bit dejected by your enthusiasm, and then you remember what he said earlier, at the glory hole. “Do you want me to take charge?” You questioned, all serious.
You wanted to be the one being fucked into oblivion and used like a fleshlight, but if your tentacle monster wants to be dominated you can totally do that. There’s more than enough time in the future for you two to play in other positions. In as many positions as your human body allows, actually.
“On the bed. Now.” You walked alongside him, and once he was looking at you pleadingly, you took pity on him and straddled his waist, his tentacles curling around your legs and middle. “Do all your tentacles feel the same?” He nodded. “Words,” you asked.
“Ye- yes,” he stuttered. You were rolling your hips slowly, spreading your juices over the tentacles trapped under you
“Yes, mistress,” you told him, falling back into your dom mode. He looked at you confused. “You have to say yes, mistress,” you explained.
“Yes, mistress,” he repeated.
“Good monster.” He blushed darker as you praised him, making you giggle as you caressed his chiseled chest. “Okay, so I’m going to tell you what we are going to do: I’m going to grind against the suckers of your tentacles and you are going to stay really still until I come once. Then, if you have been good, I’ll let you fuck me. You like that?”
“Yes, mistress.”
You ground against his suckers just as he said, your pussy was already so wet it made obscene sounds against his slippery skin. But looking down at him, seeing how flushed he looked and how his eyes were rolling back into his head, you knew you weren’t the only one having fun. He was enjoying you playing with him, and the slippery texture he was oozing was making everything more intense. You could see his muscles bulging as he tried to remain as still as possible, his hands going up to grab your hips and stopping just in time, pressing them against the bed and squeezing.
You smiled down at him. “You like that, monster? You like the feel of my pussy against your tentacles?” He nodded vehemently, making you chuckle. “You are a dirty, dirty monster, aren’t you? You say you didn’t fuck a human before but here you are, acting like a slutty monster for me.” He whined. “They all think you are so powerful, but right now you don’t look like it. You look almost pathetic with your groans and whines, but, so, so pretty.” And it was true, he looked great all flushed and frustrated, the noises he was making were driving you insane.
The orgasm caught you out off guard, too focused on him to notice it sneaking up on you. You fell apart over him, your head thrown back and your back arching as you convulsed. It was a good orgasm, but your body craved more. You reached under you and grabbed one of his tentacles with enough strength to make him whine again, chuckling at him as you guided it to your dripping pussy.
“Now fuck me like you mean it,” you instructed.
He looked at you confused for a couple seconds before his hands were darting up and grabbing onto your hips. He moved your body and his tentacles around you, touching and caressing all parts of your skin possible, fucking in and out of your wet pussy. It was almost too much, he was everywhere and the suckers were latched to every sensitive part of your body. Your brain was turning fuzzy with pleasure.
This time you felt your orgasm arriving, and you had enough time to order: “Come for me. Now.” And he complied.
He fell apart under you, and you didn’t give him any peace, your own orgasm going and going over him as you rode him to oversensitivity. He was crying out your name and you were desperate for more.
You grabbed another tentacle and pressed it against your already stretched pussy. You pushed it alongside the one already in, the stretch so big you could barely keep yourself from screaming. But you made it, the second tentacle curling around the first, creating the most amazing textured dick you’ve ever fucked. You rolled your hips slowly until his second tentacle was fully inside of you, until he was a whimpery mess of oversensitivity under you.
You leaned down, your chest pressing against his as you fucked yourself on his tentacles. “Be a good monster and give me one more orgasm,” you whisper against his ear.
“I- I don’t know if I can, mistress,” he whimpered, his tentacles twitching inside of you as you bite your lip to hold back a moan.
“Now,” you ordered. And he complied like the good monster he was, screaming your name until his voice sounded rough.
At the end of the day, he gave you your voice back for the wrong reasons, but you took his away for the good ones. And this time neither of you regretted it.
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