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✦ Mythical Matings ✦
Mythical Matings is a wandering brothel/breeding house said to appear without warning across kingdoms and lonely roads alike. Travelers, adventurers, nobles, and strangers of every kind pass through its doors seeking drink, company, or a warm place to rest.
Tavern Rules
Patrons
Creatures
Memes
Baby-making (NSFW edition)
Giver:
“I’m gonna put a baby in you, tonight.”
“There’s no way you won’t be pregnant after we’re done, here.”
“No one is breeding you but me!”
“What if I don’t pull-out this time?”
“You’re gonna lie down for an hour after this, so every drop of my seed stays inside. Then I’m gonna fuck you again, just to be sure.”
“I’m gonna fuck you until you’re so full of my seed that you’ll be dripping for hours.”
“Fuck the condom. Let’s make a baby.”
“Tell me you want me to cum inside. Beg me for it.”
“I’m out of condoms. Are you sure you still want to do this?”
“What do you say we ditch the condom tonight?”
“What do you mean you stopped taking your birth control. Does that mean you want to try?”
“I am gonna fuck you every night until you conceive.”
“Tilt your hips, baby. I wanna get it nice and deep, this time.”
“What do you say we give (insert child’s name) a little brother or sister?”
“Fuck, I’m so hard for you. If this load doesn’t put a baby in you, I don’t know what will.”
Receiver:
“Please, put a baby in me!”
“I’m ovulating, today. You should take advantage of it.”
“I stopped taking my birth control.”
“Don’t pull-out this time.”
“When you finish, stay inside. I want all of you.”
“Fill me up. Please!”
“We’re not stopping until you get me pregnant.”
“I want you every night until this takes.”
“Imagine me. My belly round with your child. Now make it happen.”
“I changed my mind. Let’s make a baby.”
“This tea is a fertility blend. Should I drink it, tonight?”
“I’ll wear that lingerie you’ve been eyeing, but only if you put a baby in me.”
“Are you sure about this? I know I said I want a baby, but only if you’re sure.”
“I’ve always wanted to know what if felt like to be pregnant.”
“(Insert name) just found out they’re having a baby. We should make one, too. You know, so they can be playmates.”
Send “Breed You” for a night with my muse where they end up pregnant.
Send “Breed Me” for a night with my muse where YOUR muse ends up pregnant.
Sheltering from the Storm: mysterymanjoseph and mythicalmatings
Joseph and his warhorse Dagger, had been on the road for a couple of weeks. He could feel it in his bones, bad weather was coming, and it would be nice to have a roof over both their heads. Topping a hill, Joseph can see a structure in the distance, with a couple more around it. Joseph mumbles, "Well boy, we might be in luck and get some boarding for the night." Looking back the way they had come from, Joseph can see dark clouds closing on them. He says, "At least I hope they have rooms to rent for the night." The warhorse nods his head, as if answering his master.
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The woman is certainly exhausted, that he can tell. He says, "You are welcome Isolde." "Now, go to sleep." He listens, hearing her breathing slow, her body grows still. He thinks, "Well, seems that we will have an adventure starting in the morning, until I get her to her destination."
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Isolde nodded gently as she curled against Joseph's chest, her body instinctively seeking his warmth. She lay her head upon his firm torso, an arm wrapping around him with an intimacy born of trust and desire. Her muscles unwound like silk threads, surrendering to the embrace of slumber. As the night deepened, Isolde's breath hitched into soft whimpers, her body instinctively pressing closer to him. A blush, as delicate as a summer sunset, dusted her cheeks, betraying the secret yearnings that stirred beneath her skin.
Lira let out a small, breathy sound as their lips met, her eyes fluttering closed as she kissed the other back with a growing fervor. Her arm slipped around their neck, pulling them closer, her body arching into the embrace with a natural grace. Her tail curled tightly around them, a protective, affectionate coil. She opened her mouth, inviting them to deepen the kiss, and her hips rolled gently against theirs. A light blush dusted her cheeks, the pale fur warming beneath the heat of her emotions, as she melted into the kiss, her heart pounding softly in her chest.
For a long moment, the world seemed to melt away around Michiru. There was nothing but herself and Lira as they passionately embraced, making out with increasingly intensity. After what felt like an eternity, though, Michiru parted the kiss, gasping for breath. Her eyes were full of desire, however. "Lira, I... I want to keep going." She was afraid to do any more without consent, but Michiru was too wound up to simply go to sleep after a kiss like that...
Lira's heart raced as she gazed into the depths of those enticing eyes, her own pulse quickening with each shallow breath. The heat of the moment still lingered on her lips, a tantalizing reminder of the passion they had shared. Her tail, a telltale sign of her excitement, flicked nervously against the soft sheets, betraying the tumultuous emotions that swirled within her. She felt a rush of desire as she pressed her body against the other, the sensation of their skin touching igniting a fire deep within her core. With a voice barely above a whisper, she murmured her longing, "I would like to keep going as well," her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink as she let herself be swept away by the intoxicating allure of the moment.
The Hunt
Domtias/Kaia. a closed starter for @beginngsining
The dragonborn warrior burst through the wooden door, his crimson and ivory scales glinting in the dim light. Domtias had spent countless moons tracking the sinister creatures, driven by an unwavering sense of duty to his faith and his kingdom. His piercing amber gaze fell upon the petite redhead, and for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his weathered face. She was not like the others he had encountered, her aura lacking the malevolent taint he had come to recognize so well. But his grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, and he advanced towards the woman, his clawed hand outstretched to seize her delicate wrist. "Succubus," he intoned, his voice low and grave, "you are hereby arrested for the wicked deeds of your kind. You shall be taken before the Church to face a trial." In his heart, he knew the verdict was all but sealed, and yet, a tiny ember of doubt glimmered within him, questioning whether he had truly apprehended the demonic being he sought.
Domtias moved closer, his scaled skin glistening in the dim light as he pressed a small, tender kiss to her lips. He pulled her close, his strong arms encircling her. "I do not need rest just yet," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling purr. "Besides, I want you." His amber eyes held a depth of emotion, a mix of desire and devotion, as he trailed gentle kisses down the delicate curve of her neck. His claws traced along her waist.
Kaia smiled and wrapped her arms around him to hold him close, allowing all of this to happen. "Then take what you wish~~" she purred softly, more then ready for what he wanted.
Domtias purred with a primal satisfaction as he drew her onto him, his clawed hands firmly gripping her supple waist. His touch was both possessive and reverent, tracing the curves of her body with a single hand, as if mapping out a treasure he intended to plunder slowly. "I wish to take this a bit slowly," he murmured against her skin, "and truly worship your body as it deserves." His words were a low rumble, a promise whispered in the heat of their embrace. With deliberate slowness, he dragged a nail along her shoulder before pulling her down into a kiss. His tongue teased at her bottom lip, a silent request for entrance.
The Prize
Korvath/Kaia. A closed rp for @beginngsining
Korvath, the mighty Minotaur, found himself naked once again in his small chamber - a cramped holding cell where they confined him during his rutting periods. His hatred for this place burned like the very fires of Mount Karthax, but he bore it, for he knew his obedience would be rewarded. As he paced the cell, his anger simmered just beneath the surface, a dangerous brew that his cruel masters knew how to harness for their own amusement. Suddenly, the door swung open and a red-haired woman was unceremoniously tossed into the room, stumbling to the hard floor. In an instant, Korvath was by her side, his thick, muscular arms reaching out to catch her before she could injure herself. "Are you alright, miss?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling with concern. But even as the words left his lips, Korvath could feel the stirrings of his primal urges, the scent of her womanhood igniting the fire that raged within him. He knew he was walking a dangerous line, for his rut was upon him and she was so very close...
Korvath's groan was a raw, guttural sound as he watched her begin to move, her body rising and falling along his length, the sight of her riding him a sight of pure, intoxicating temptation. His hands, one still gripping her hip, the other clawing at the ground, trembled with the effort of holding himself in check. His body was a taut, quivering mass of need, every muscle coiled tight, his eyes locked onto her, his voice a low, desperate rumble. "Kaia... I may not control myself much longer," he growled, his voice thick with the strain of holding back, his body teetering on the edge of surrendering to the rut.
Kaia knew he was about to lose it but she was a little far away from the cuffs to really stop him. "It's ok....Go wild...mmmph~~" she gasped, preparing herself for what was about to happen.
Korvath's hooves dug into the soft earth as he gripped Kaia's hips with a feral intensity, his massive cock plunging into her depths with each powerful thrust. The flared tip of his member rubbed against her inner walls, sending waves of pleasure through his body that left his mind a blank canvas of ecstasy. Her moans of approval spurred him on, his hips moving faster, his breath ragged as he claimed her with wild abandon. "Fuck, Kaia," he growled, his voice a low rumble, "your body is a masterpiece, crafted for my pleasure." Each thrust was a declaration of his desire, his need, as he lost himself in the rhythm of their coupling, the world around them fading into insignificance.
Witch Hunt
Aldric/Maena. A closed starter for @hellforestrp
Aldric pressed forward, drawn inexorably toward her. He could feel it in his bones - the tug of magic, the inexorable pull toward the mystery that lurked in the depths of the woods. The old knight moved with a purposeful stride, following the trail of whispers and shadows that led ever closer to her home. But as he ventured deeper, fate intervened in a violent crescendo - a monstrous creature lunged from the undergrowth, its razor claws tearing through his hardened leathers to pierce his very flesh. Aldric gritted his teeth and struck back with a warrior's ferocity, dispatching the beast swiftly despite his own wounds. Breath ragged, he staggered onward, blood seeping between trembling fingers as he sought to stem the flow with whatever herbs and poultices he carried. Lost in his pain, Aldric failed to notice the woman watching from the trees, her presence as elusive as the wind itself.
Aldric pressed her firmly against the cold stone wall, his pale hair falling across his forehead as he moved within her. Each slow, deliberate thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, his mature cock sliding easily into her welcoming depths. He trailed kisses along the soft curve of her neck, tasting her sweet skin, inhaling her intoxicating scent. His cold blue eyes flicked up to meet hers, ensuring that she was lost in the same ecstasy that consumed him. He wanted nothing more than to see her eyes glazed with desire, to hear her breath hitch with each movement, to know that she was as captivated by this moment as he was.
The Raid
Raskh/Vali. A closed starter for @hellforestrp
Raskh stalked through the smoldering ruins, his keen nose catching the acrid scent of smoke and the coppery tang of blood. His pack's feral howls echoed through the shattered streets as they ransacked the homes of their prey. Amidst the chaos, his amber gaze locked onto a figure of unearthly beauty - a woman who stood tall and proud, guiding her people to safety despite the gnolls' vicious onslaught. The gnoll chieftain could smell her fear, but he also sensed something more - a core of unbreakable courage that set her apart from the cowering masses. With a swift hand gesture, he commanded his pack to halt their advance, their feral eyes darting between him and the defiant woman. Raskh approached her, his voice a low growl as he spoke in broken Common, "You smell of fear but you help. Why?"
Raskh's growls were a symphony of pleasure and primal need as he continued to thrust his cock into her, the sensation of her tight heat surrounding him pushing him closer to the edge of control. When his knot finally slipped in, he groaned at the sensation of being fully seated inside her. His movements became more frenzied, his hips pounding into her with a desperate intensity. "Fuck, I am going to give you my pups," he mumbled.
The elf writhed in pleasure as she became his. A loud moan escaped her as the knot pushed in and stretched her inner walls even more. She moved with him as much as she could. "Yes~ Give me all your pups, Raskh. Please. I need my womb stuffed with your seed."
Raskh's heart pounded in his chest as he gripped her tightly, his black claws digging into her soft flesh. He thrust into her with primal force, his knot swelling to keep them locked together in this raw, carnal dance. His amber eyes blazed with lust, drinking in the sight of her beneath him, completely at his mercy. "You are mine," he growled, his voice a low rumble of possession. "No one else will ever have you." His lips crashed down on hers in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with the same ferocity as his hips moved. Raskh could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her, each pulse bringing him closer to the edge of ecstasy. He reveled in the power and pleasure, knowing that she was his and his alone.
Domtias nodded, a small, almost rueful smile touching his scaled lips as he met her eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Armored Knight," he murmured, the title feeling both formal and strangely intimate in the steamy confines of the tub. He settled back into the water, the heat doing little to soothe the distinct, persistent throb between his legs, and he shifted his weight subtly, the motion causing a small ripple across the surface. "My queen was old," he continued, his gaze drifting to the condensation-beaded wall as if seeing another place and time. "She passed away in the spring." A quiet sigh escaped him, fogging the air before his snout. "I serve her eldest son now; he is... different." Domtias' amber eyes flicked back to her, holding a complex mixture of duty and unease. "He is more militarily forward than his mother was," he mumbled, the words laden with the weight of unspoken changes—of a kingdom shifting from guarded tradition to the drumbeat of impending conflict.
"The spring, hmmmmm? A beautiful season brought down by mourning. I know that pain far too well." She sighs and sinks lower into the water. It seems that the knight has failed to notice what was causing her compatriot to shift back and forth. "I've seen plenty a lord and lady come and go now. That's just the issue with monarchs. You never know what you're going to get. It's cut into my contracts a few times now."
She had served a liege once herself but it had not been the positive experience this man seemed to help. She supposed that was the difference between a true knight and a woman at arms. She shakes her head and reaches to grab some soap.
"Good sir, could you assist me in the washing of my back? I'm afraid it's rather tough to reach, especially with my hair."
Domtias listened to her as they soaked in the shared warmth of the bath, the water lapping gently against the stone tub and their scales. When she asked for his assistance, his body tensed, the water rippling around him as he froze. "Uh... yes," he mumbled, his voice rough with unexpected vulnerability. "Sure." He reached for the soap, his clawed fingers closing around the slippery bar, and shifted closer to her. His hands, large and strong, began to move with cautious deliberation, the soap sliding over her skin as he washed her back. The sensation of her smooth, warm flesh beneath his palms sent a shiver through him, and he could feel his breath, hot and uneven, brushing against her skin as he leaned in.
Witch Hunt
Aldric/Maena. A closed starter for @hellforestrp
Aldric pressed forward, drawn inexorably toward her. He could feel it in his bones - the tug of magic, the inexorable pull toward the mystery that lurked in the depths of the woods. The old knight moved with a purposeful stride, following the trail of whispers and shadows that led ever closer to her home. But as he ventured deeper, fate intervened in a violent crescendo - a monstrous creature lunged from the undergrowth, its razor claws tearing through his hardened leathers to pierce his very flesh. Aldric gritted his teeth and struck back with a warrior's ferocity, dispatching the beast swiftly despite his own wounds. Breath ragged, he staggered onward, blood seeping between trembling fingers as he sought to stem the flow with whatever herbs and poultices he carried. Lost in his pain, Aldric failed to notice the woman watching from the trees, her presence as elusive as the wind itself.
Alric kissed her slowly, his lips moving against hers with a gentle insistence as he pulled her into his strong arms. He lifted her effortlessly, her body light against his chest, as he carried her towards the wall. Pressing her against the cool wood, he deepened the kiss, his breath mingling with hers as his cock stirred against her inner thigh, a silent promise of more to come.
Maena smiled as she melted against his lips. The witch moaning lightly. "You're so handsome." She admitted to him. "I can't seem to think straight around you." She blushed more.
Alric let out a small chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest as he kissed his way down her neck. "You flatter an old man, you know that?" he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, as he held her securely with one arm, the other hand guiding the head of his cock along her slit, teasing and tantalizing. "Fuck, you are perfect," he whispered, the words a reverent praise, before he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
The Raid
Raskh/Vali. A closed starter for @hellforestrp
Raskh stalked through the smoldering ruins, his keen nose catching the acrid scent of smoke and the coppery tang of blood. His pack's feral howls echoed through the shattered streets as they ransacked the homes of their prey. Amidst the chaos, his amber gaze locked onto a figure of unearthly beauty - a woman who stood tall and proud, guiding her people to safety despite the gnolls' vicious onslaught. The gnoll chieftain could smell her fear, but he also sensed something more - a core of unbreakable courage that set her apart from the cowering masses. With a swift hand gesture, he commanded his pack to halt their advance, their feral eyes darting between him and the defiant woman. Raskh approached her, his voice a low growl as he spoke in broken Common, "You smell of fear but you help. Why?"
Raskh's growls were a symphony of pleasure and primal need as he continued to thrust his cock into her, the sensation of her tight heat surrounding him pushing him closer to the edge of control. When his knot finally slipped in, he groaned at the sensation of being fully seated inside her. His movements became more frenzied, his hips pounding into her with a desperate intensity. "Fuck, I am going to give you my pups," he mumbled.
The Hunt
Domtias/Kaia. a closed starter for @beginngsining
The dragonborn warrior burst through the wooden door, his crimson and ivory scales glinting in the dim light. Domtias had spent countless moons tracking the sinister creatures, driven by an unwavering sense of duty to his faith and his kingdom. His piercing amber gaze fell upon the petite redhead, and for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his weathered face. She was not like the others he had encountered, her aura lacking the malevolent taint he had come to recognize so well. But his grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, and he advanced towards the woman, his clawed hand outstretched to seize her delicate wrist. "Succubus," he intoned, his voice low and grave, "you are hereby arrested for the wicked deeds of your kind. You shall be taken before the Church to face a trial." In his heart, he knew the verdict was all but sealed, and yet, a tiny ember of doubt glimmered within him, questioning whether he had truly apprehended the demonic being he sought.
Domtias moved closer, his scaled skin glistening in the dim light as he pressed a small, tender kiss to her lips. He pulled her close, his strong arms encircling her. "I do not need rest just yet," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling purr. "Besides, I want you." His amber eyes held a depth of emotion, a mix of desire and devotion, as he trailed gentle kisses down the delicate curve of her neck. His claws traced along her waist.
The Prize
Korvath/Kaia. A closed rp for @beginngsining
Korvath, the mighty Minotaur, found himself naked once again in his small chamber - a cramped holding cell where they confined him during his rutting periods. His hatred for this place burned like the very fires of Mount Karthax, but he bore it, for he knew his obedience would be rewarded. As he paced the cell, his anger simmered just beneath the surface, a dangerous brew that his cruel masters knew how to harness for their own amusement. Suddenly, the door swung open and a red-haired woman was unceremoniously tossed into the room, stumbling to the hard floor. In an instant, Korvath was by her side, his thick, muscular arms reaching out to catch her before she could injure herself. "Are you alright, miss?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling with concern. But even as the words left his lips, Korvath could feel the stirrings of his primal urges, the scent of her womanhood igniting the fire that raged within him. He knew he was walking a dangerous line, for his rut was upon him and she was so very close...
Korvath's groan was a raw, guttural sound as he watched her begin to move, her body rising and falling along his length, the sight of her riding him a sight of pure, intoxicating temptation. His hands, one still gripping her hip, the other clawing at the ground, trembled with the effort of holding himself in check. His body was a taut, quivering mass of need, every muscle coiled tight, his eyes locked onto her, his voice a low, desperate rumble. "Kaia... I may not control myself much longer," he growled, his voice thick with the strain of holding back, his body teetering on the edge of surrendering to the rut.
Lira’s nod was gentle, her smile soft and inviting, her face so close to her companion’s that their breaths mingled in the quiet space between them. A blush crept across her pale fur, painting her cheeks a delicate rose, as she sat up slightly, her bare shoulders and the curve of her back exposed. Her eyes, bright and uncertain, met theirs with a mixture of vulnerability and playfulness. “I am not keeping you from anyone, am I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her tail flicked nervously behind her, the black stripes contrasting against the cream of her fur, betraying the flutter of her heart in the intimate moment.
"H-Huh?" Michiru blinked. "Um... N-No, you're not..." Geez, this was too much! The tanuki couldn't hold back anymore. Lira's closeness, the sultry whisper of her voice, the intimate tension... Something in Michiru just took over then and there. She suddenly closed what little distance remained between them and kissed Lira, her cheeks flushing even further as instinct drove her to escalate matters further.
A soft gasp escaped Lira’s lips as the other’s kiss met hers, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and delight. A blush crept across her pale fur, staining her cheeks a delicate pink. She responded with a gentle press, her lips meeting theirs with a tender fervor. Her arms wrapped around her companion, pulling them closer as she settled onto their chest, her body fitting against theirs with a natural ease. Her tail curled protectively around them, sealing them in a warm embrace, as she let out a contented sigh, her heart beating softly against theirs.
The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity. The closeness, the warmth, it was all too much, Michiru wasn't even thinking anymore. Her body acted of its own accord. Suddenly, the tanuki's tongue sought to enter Lira's mouth, deeping the kiss and getting a bit more erotic with it. One hand began to trace the feline's hip and thigh, while Michiru's desire continued to steadily grow...
Lira let out a small, breathy sound as their lips met, her eyes fluttering closed as she kissed the other back with a growing fervor. Her arm slipped around their neck, pulling them closer, her body arching into the embrace with a natural grace. Her tail curled tightly around them, a protective, affectionate coil. She opened her mouth, inviting them to deepen the kiss, and her hips rolled gently against theirs. A light blush dusted her cheeks, the pale fur warming beneath the heat of her emotions, as she melted into the kiss, her heart pounding softly in her chest.
Sheltering from the Storm: mysterymanjoseph and mythicalmatings
Joseph and his warhorse Dagger, had been on the road for a couple of weeks. He could feel it in his bones, bad weather was coming, and it would be nice to have a roof over both their heads. Topping a hill, Joseph can see a structure in the distance, with a couple more around it. Joseph mumbles, "Well boy, we might be in luck and get some boarding for the night." Looking back the way they had come from, Joseph can see dark clouds closing on them. He says, "At least I hope they have rooms to rent for the night." The warhorse nods his head, as if answering his master.
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He makes certain all their tableware from their dinner is on the table than out of the way, he lays back on the bed after slipping his boots off, and standing his swords against the wall, within easy reach if called upon. He says, "You can sleep a bit later, I doubt we will need to leave at the crack of dawn Isolde."
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Isolde's head rested gently against his shoulder, her eyes heavy with exhaustion as she murmured her thanks, the words thick with drowsiness. "Thank you... It means a lot to me that you are doing this," she whispered, her arm tightening around his waist, seeking the warmth and security of his embrace. Her body curled into his, the thin shift offering little barrier between them, and she nuzzled closer, her breath steady and slow, already slipping into the soft oblivion of sleep.
Lira’s nod was gentle, her smile soft and inviting, her face so close to her companion’s that their breaths mingled in the quiet space between them. A blush crept across her pale fur, painting her cheeks a delicate rose, as she sat up slightly, her bare shoulders and the curve of her back exposed. Her eyes, bright and uncertain, met theirs with a mixture of vulnerability and playfulness. “I am not keeping you from anyone, am I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her tail flicked nervously behind her, the black stripes contrasting against the cream of her fur, betraying the flutter of her heart in the intimate moment.
"H-Huh?" Michiru blinked. "Um... N-No, you're not..." Geez, this was too much! The tanuki couldn't hold back anymore. Lira's closeness, the sultry whisper of her voice, the intimate tension... Something in Michiru just took over then and there. She suddenly closed what little distance remained between them and kissed Lira, her cheeks flushing even further as instinct drove her to escalate matters further.
A soft gasp escaped Lira’s lips as the other’s kiss met hers, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and delight. A blush crept across her pale fur, staining her cheeks a delicate pink. She responded with a gentle press, her lips meeting theirs with a tender fervor. Her arms wrapped around her companion, pulling them closer as she settled onto their chest, her body fitting against theirs with a natural ease. Her tail curled protectively around them, sealing them in a warm embrace, as she let out a contented sigh, her heart beating softly against theirs.
