I want to be on my knees under them as they jerk off on my face. Their breathless gasps of, "good boy, good boy, almost there." accompanying every movement of their hand as they begin to tremble and shake with the proximity of orgasm. My cock throbs, my cunt leaks, I'm so needy and mesmerised by hot they look, how sexy their noises are, the smell of their body, their lust, the feel of their heat against my face. I want to look up at them with heart shaped eyes whispering, "thank you, thank you, thank you."
You need to fingerfuck your subs mouth! They need to be reminded that all of their body exists to be used! Make them open wide and stick their tongue out to present for you, gently trace their lips with your fingers and tease it just like any other hole, tell them how pretty they'll look getting filled, and once they're all whiny and drooling you can fuck their soft warm mouth as hard as you want! Plus you can choke them to make them tighter and wetter, and you can make them gag on your fingers to teach them that getting you off is more important than breathing!
i want my knight to pin me down in the training room, my face pushed into the sawdust as he straddles my back. he's got my arm pinned up behind my back, pulled to the point of pain, but i won't give in. i squirm and try to get purchase but all i do is grind my ass up against his bulge.
is that what you want, huh? he says, and he thrusts forward into my ass. lost a fight just to get at my cock?
i struggle beneath him, indignant with the shame of being outskilled and overpowered. but the feeling of his cock pushing against me, growing harder and more insistent, coils the shame deep in my belly, turns it into arousal
submit, he hisses, but i am his Prince, and i will not bear this humiliation. i kick a foot out, try to get a knee beneath me, but he is unrelenting as stone. i end up only spreading my legs for him, arching my back further into his cock
you could end this with a word, he says, and his gauntleted hand is at my nape, and his cock is frotting down between my thighs, and fuck, fuck, i can't think, can't get free, but i don't want him to stop, i want him to take me right here in the sawdust---
dry humping where he’s on top of you and you can feel him against your core with every faux thrust and you’re both panting into each other’s mouths and it’s needier because you aren’t quite there he’s not actually inside you and you’re grabbing at his clothes and his hands are in your hair and he’s desperate and whining and
A hand covers your mouth. You wake, eyes widening as you notice the masked figure looming over you. A blade’s tip presses into the flesh under your ear. “Shh, don’t make a fucking sound, baby,” the man says. He wears all black, and his mask covers his entire face, not even his eyes left visible. His voice is raspy and cocky.
You whimper as he drags the blade down your neck, cackling as it leaves an angry red line on your soft skin. “Sorry I woke you, sweetheart. You should reeeeally lock your window, even if it’s on the second floor…” he says. He rips the covers from your trembling body. Your hard nipples poke through your top, and you lack pants, wearing only thin panties. His knee slides between your legs.
“Oooh my oh my, were you expecting me, doll?” he asks, tapping the knife’s tip on your navel. You stay quiet just as he told you, not wanting to anger him. He suddenly slides the blade into your panties and cuts them away. “That's better.” He turns the knife around and presses the handle up to your cunt. You shake your head, whining under your breath. “Nuh-uh, no noise,” he whispers.
He slowly pushes the knife handle into you, and to your horror, it slides right in, smooth and slick. “Theeeere we go,” he laughs. The handle is bumpy and ridged, and you can’t lie, it feels amazing as he thrusts it in and out of your rapidly moistening sex. Your hips start to roll and your back arches.
Suddenly he smacks your thigh hard. You yelp, shutting your eyes. He smacks you again on the other thigh, hard and quick. He starts to hit you, over and over, alternating between each thigh. You shudder and your breath catches in your throat. “You’re going to have some lovely bruising and broken blood vessels tomorrow,” he says.
You moan as the knife handle jams into your sweet spot. He spreads your wet folds and presses his thumb onto your clit. “Awee sweetie, your cute little clit is so hard!” He starts to rub it in quick circles. “Mmm yeah, there we go, that’s it, whimper for me, show me how much you wanna cum on my knife.”
You writhe and shake, cunt clenching around the knife handle. “Feels so so good doesn’t it? Getting violated by a stranger? You like it? You gonna cum your dumb little brains out?”
A loud moan escapes your throat as you cum hard, walls fluttering and clit throbbing, hands grasping the sheets as you sweat and your eyes cross. You hear a belt unbuckle, and suddenly he is holding his long, thick cock. “My turn,” he says as he pulls the knife away.
He lines himself up with your cunt and shoves himself inside. You grit your teeth as he stretches you, the tip of his cock ramming your sweet spot over and over as he roughly fucks you. “You don’t know my face, don’t know my name, but you’re sure as shit gonna get to know my cock.”
He grabs the knife. “Mmm still warm,” he laughs. He puts the blade to your thigh and presses down. You gasp, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth as he makes a slice in your flesh. “You like that?” he asks, making another cut on the other thigh. You moan and whimper, hips bucking as his cock impales you.
“Cute little pain slut,” he says, giving you more lacerations, blood trickling down your thighs. “Gonna cum again, is the pain gonna make you orgasm?” You close your eyes tight, feeling said climax approaching. He continues, slicing and pounding into your soaked cunt.
“Come on, slut, milk me dry!” he orders. One more cut, and you explode, cumming so hard your vision blurs. You hear him groan and feel his hot load flow into you. “Mmmhm, that’s good, take my cum, dumb little whore.” He pulls out, your slick mixing with his seed.
“What fun, but I really must be going,” he says. He slaps your cunt, making you yelp, then pushes his leaking cum back inside of your used hole. He goes to the open window and starts to crawl out.
“Remember, lock your window…..or don’t,” and he’s gone.
Imagine getting oral from the monster under your bed.
Walking into your room one night, in your skimpy pjs, ready to hop into bed and go to sleep, when a hand reaches out from underneath and grabs your ankle. You shriek and try to yank away, but it holds tight, making you fall onto your ass. Another hand comes out, taking your other ankle.
It pulls you, your lower half disappearing under the bed, but thankfully, your torso is too big, and you can’t be pulled under any further. No matter, the monster can work with this. You feel your bottoms being ripped away, then your panties. Soon, your bare cunt is on display for whatever is lurking in the darkness.
You want to cry out, but as you part your lips, your legs are spread and a warm, wet tongue presses against your folds. Your breath hitches and your face turns red as the large tongue starts to lap up and down your slit, taking time to swirl around your hardening clit.
You can’t see what’s going on under the bed, but it feels so good, too good. You close your eyes and let it happen. The monster’s tongue pushes inside you, and it’s long and thick. It snakes its way to your g-spot and starts to thrust in and out.
One of your ankles is released and a clawed thumb presses against your clit and starts rubbing in quick circles. Your hips buck, your head is thrown back, and your back arches as your cunt is tongue-fucked and clit is stimulated at the same time.
It doesn’t take long for you to cum hard, shuddering as the monster draws out your orgasm. It lets you go, but you have a feeling that this is only the beginning of a strange relationship.
I wanna lay you across my lap after a long day and just take out my frustration on your ass.
When I see how red and swollen you are, the imprints of my hand, clear as day, I actually feel a little bad, but then I notice that my lap is damp.
You're wet.
So you like this? I say, and shyly, you look back at me. You don't say anything, so I smack you again, and you wince, but you also moan, and suddenly, I'm more horny than frustrated. I can't even remember why I needed to spank you in the first place.
I start caressing your sweet, sore, bottom, loving the sound of your whimpering and gasping. Occasionally I slip my hands between, just close enough to feel how hot your pussy is, but enough for you to actually touch you.
A/N: It’s Pride month and y’all know I love some good queer rep every day of the year, but I wanted to make something for a collective a bit less represented, mainly for myself. So the demon in this story is asexual, but not sex-repulsed. Because, surprise surprise, asexuality is not all about having or not having sex! Anyway, asexual rep, yay! Happy pride everybody. <3
You’re staring at the empty space over the pentagram when the candles start to flicker and the air starts to crackle with energy. You can almost feel it in your skin, and when the demon appears in the middle of the room, you let out a gasp.
The demon in front of you is big as hell, his horns reaching the ceiling as he looks around bored, eyes returning to the big book between his hands, as if he can’t be bothered to even scan his surroundings. You, on the other hand, can’t take your eyes off his towering figure.
“Sorry to inform you that you summoned the asexual demon, you are now on the waiting-list for a succubus or incubus of your liking, please…” He starts in the most boring tone he can manage, but gets shut down as soon as he looks down and sees you looking up at him with big eyes and something akin to wonder in them. “What?”
You want to tell him a lot of things, but what comes out of your mouth is: “You are… You’re perfect.” You look down embarrassed, trying to stutter an explanation while also sounding like a cat caught your tongue.
“Breathe, little dove. We don’t want you dying, do we?” His teasing tone makes a heat pool at your lower abdomen.
You comply, taking a deep breath and starting your explanation again: “I asked the witch for a summoning spell, and she assured me this one would bring me what I wanted the most… And you are here.” You want to tell him that he’s your deepest fantasy come to life, but you bite your tongue. That feels like too much.
“Well, as I’ve told you. Your spell was to summon a sex demon and you summoned asexual ol’ me. I can put you on the waiting-list and someone will be with you shortly…” He tries to argue again, smoke appearing around him as he tries to leave.
You let out a panicked: “Wait!” You aren’t sure why you’re stopping him, but he makes you feel secure in a way, and again: deepest fantasy.
He sighs and the smoke disappears. “What do you want, little dove?” There’s a hint of tenderness in his tone, and it makes your heart race.
“What if… What if I want you?” You ask.
He huffs, amused. “I’m not going to fuck you. I have no desire to do so.”
“But what… What about other things?” You ask, looking down, embarrassed. You aren’t sure you wanted to be fucked anyway. You just need… you just need to stop thinking.
“What things?” He asks, a brow arched and a smirk playing on his lips. He looks so much like a naughty demon that you almost swallow your tongue.
You try to focus for a second to tell him what you really want, but you stutter, too ashamed to accept it fully. “Could you- Would you, like- Could you tie me down? Maybe. Maybe- Maybe- Maybe help me get out of my head?” It’s the worst explanation you’ve ever given, but he seems interested enough. At least he’s not looking at his book anymore.
“I’m listening.” You struggle to keep talking as he chuckles. “What do you really need, little dove?” The pet name doesn't help your nerves, but there’s something about his demeanor that makes you trust him.
“I need to stop thinking,” you confess.
His smile is downright predatory. “I can grant you that.”
“You- You can? You want to?” You stutter. He looks you up and down and nods slowly, licking his lips with a forked tongue that sends shivers down your spine.
He snaps his fingers and your clothes are gone. You let out a choked gasp. He snaps them again and you are hanging in the air, ropes around your ankles and wrists, your body suspended in a cross position as he stares at you.
He hums appreciatively as his eyes trail down your naked body. “Mmmm. I like when humans are so easy…”
He’s talking more to himself than to you. You can’t avoid stating in response, “I thought… I thought you didn’t feel attracted to humans, or any other creature for that matter.”
“I don’t. But I enjoy some power play every once in a while. I like knowing I have you at my mercy. I like knowing I can drive you insane and bring you pleasure like no other.”
You don’t have time to answer before he’s everywhere.
He’s all over you. His tail is touching every part of your body but your genitals, his nails are leaving faint scratch marks all over you, and your brain is short-circuiting trying to understand if what you’re feeling is pain or pleasure. It’s overwhelming in the most incredible way. The second you let out a loud scream, his tail is quickly filling your mouth and then your throat. You choke around it and he chuckles.
“Such a hungry little dove. You play all innocent, but you love to be corrupted, don’t you?” His words send another wave of pleasure through your body as you moan around the tail in your mouth.
His attack on your senses is so intense you can barely keep your eyes open, but the way he’s glaring at you makes you want to watch him. It’s almost like he’s compelling you to look at him. You’re so mesmerized by his dark eyes that you barely feel his claws pinching your nipples so hard until you’re crying around his tail and your whole body seizes as you come undone.
His tone is condescending as he coos at you. “Awww, how cute. You can cum just from that? Such a little slut for me, aren’t you, little dove?”
“Hghg,” you try to agree around the tail inside your mouth, but the sound is just a guttural moan.
“Can you do it again? Can I drive you wild again for me?” You try to nod, but the hold on your neck is too strong to move. “Don’t move, little dove, you’re not in control here, are you? I’m going to break your mind with pleasure, I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to become literally insane.” You nod again, and he releases your throat.
His tail goes back to fucking your throat, and his claws find your sides, scratching lightly as they trace a pattern over your sore nipples. He gives you no rest, though, pinching them roughly as you swallow around his tail. He’s chuckling as you start moving your hips again, searching for a relief he’s not going to offer.
“If you want it you need to find it yourself, little dove. Be a good human and cum untouched for me, again.”
You don’t think you can do it, you don’t think you can cum like that again. He’s only scratching and caressing, pinching and fucking your throat until your brain is empty once again. You can feel the edge of pleasure running up and down your spine. It’s as if your body can’t figure out if you enjoy what’s happening or not, like it doesn't know if it’s pleasure or torture… But your brain is too out of it to figure that out.
You’re just so close to reaching whatever was crawling at the edge of your conscience, but he pulls out his tail, and you moan. You try to reach forward to lick it again before he stops you, his hand on your chest.
“Not so fast, little dove.” You whimper, drool escaping your mouth and falling to your chest as he looks you up and down. “You’re so close, I can taste it in the air…”
You nod fervently, making him laugh as his tail slaps the side of your thigh, making you scream as he pushes two fingers into your open mouth. You suck around them, and his tail finds your genitals. He doesn’t say anything, and you don’t either. You suck on his fingers until you gag, and he pulls back, just to do it again.
Your eyes are closed, unable to stare at him without feeling the world crumbling around you, but when his tail touches your most sensitive area, you open your mouth as big as possible in a silent scream as pleasure that feels so good it hurts rocks throughout your body.
Then darkness claims you, and you accept it with a sigh of relief, melting into nothingness.
You wake up on your bed, arms and legs sore, your whole body feeling like a huge bruise and the smile on your mouth so big you can barely feel your cheeks. It only gets better when you turn to the side and see a little note that says “Summon me if you need to disconnect from reality again.”
perverted prince x naïve butler <3 the prince somehow always needs assistance with bathing himself, stripping while his butler stammers and tries to look away… he pulls the butler in by his tie and violates his mouth, making him choke on his fingers… puts in ‘special requests’ for the staff to get the butler a new uniform - shorts and no underwear - so that the prince can use him whenever he’d like. butler who can hear other guests calling for him, but he’s too busy getting fucked against one of the velvet couches
Need to be squire to a lord who whores me out to his fellow knights. On my knees surrounded by all of them as they take turns using my mouth. More hands than I can keep track of passing me around and groping me. Some even yanking me impatiently from another's grip cause they can't wait to get their fill. I'd end up splayed out on one of the beds in the barracks, my knight bottoming out in my cunt while the rest of the lot jerk off all over my body and cover me in cum
love stalker x stalker scenarios. he's under your bed in the middle of the night but you microchipped him on your last date so you're trying to see how long it takes for him to make a move once you turn off the lights
