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@prebbymonsters
It's body inspection day! Be a good pup and stare at the pendulum while I make sure everything is as I left it.
Yes, I know it's confusing, but it's perfectly normal for your roommate to regularly test your holes. There's nothing strange about stripping yourself down and leaking on the carpet.
(Source - Unreal Fish on bsky)
doing a little horny hunger chart for my vampire lesbian oc like god intended
more on patreon | bluesky
evil clone that bullies you (calls you a slut, makes you bottom, etc.)
the evil clone sex psyop is a success
girls be like “goodnight” then go masturbate
finding a switches weak spot ough.. could be a spot like their neck or hip or it could even be an action like pinning their wrists or tugging their hair, either way i need to press it like an off button. to turn their brain off and into a desperate mess. to see them go from cocky and confident to a puddle from something as simple as my touch
Princess Desiree retreated to this well-hidden chamber in the castle before dawn. She learned about the chamber, and the ritual which was about to happen, from one of her nannies some years ago.
She lit the proper number of votive candles, murmuring her incantations as she did. As sunrise approached, she stood amid the candles and draped her entire body in a soft, sheer shroud. It was time. She summoned the goddess she had come to know as Euphora.
“Take me, oh mighty Euphora; take me to that hallowed place, where my body belongs to you, to use for your purposes.”
A swirl of wind began encircling Desiree. As it picked up speed, Desiree’s body was lifted off the ground. Her back involuntarily arched, thrusting her loins out in front of her.
Then, almost imperceptibly at first, the sensations began. Like tiny pin pricks all over her body, stimulating in their provocative way. Desiree’s body writhed in stimulation. She knew what was coming next.
Pin pricks turned into the feeling of a thousand tongues, on every part of her torso, arms and legs, and more intimate places. Her nipples grew rock hard. Her legs parted, as if a dozen lovers were competing to have her sex on their tongues.
And the mystical tongues went deep, very deep. Inside her womanhood and her nether hole. Was it minutes or hours she was captured on that near orgasmic state, body writhing, wanting to release but being held just so?
When she knew she could take no more she cried out Euphora’s name three times in a throaty, gutteral tone. And it began.
Her body tensed. And then relaxed. Tensed, then relaxed. One more time. Then, the convulsions began. The thousand tongues fed on her sexual need. She fed on them. And BANG!
Her whole existence focused on the tongues attending to her royal pearl. They never let up as her climax ripped through her body. In fact, they sped up if that was possible. Her moaning was loud, turning into shouts of unintelligible words. She writhed in joy and Euphoric Lust.
She could not count how many times she came in succession. It was always thus when she worshipped Euphora. The candles all went out simultaneously. Her body and her mind was spent and the spell dissolved. Desiree slumped to the floor. She fell asleep with a finger between her legs, lightly massaging the button that had brought her so much pleasure.
When she awoke, the shroud still covered her. She sat up, body aching from its earlier session. But it was such a good ache. She slowly stood up, removed and folded the shroud, and dressed.
As she returned to the main castle, she thought of the hot bath that awaited her. Time to luxuriate and attempt to relive this morning's ritual in her mind, fingers abuzz in all her warm crevices. And wonder how long it would be before she felt Euphora's call, in her mind, and elsewhere.
yeah I’m thinking about lesbian werewolf gf again:
her constantly trying to get her scent on you. like all the time. rubbing her head against your neck when she sits in your lap. pressing in behind you as you chop veggies, just to wrap her arms around your waist and bury her face in your shoulder.
she can smell when you’re ovulating. god help your bed frame if she’s in heat the same week.
Hypnosis that drains your mind the longer the tist is touching you. It starts out small, like a brush on the hand, a little poke. You slowly start feeling calmer, emptier. And when you’re docile enough they start groping your body. Feeling you up and taking your clothes off. You try to protest but your mind is so empty, you can barely speak. Now you’re just a toy and the more they use you the more stupid you become.
if you see this while you're touching yourself you have to reblog it so everyone knows, them's the rules
anyways heres mercy naked covered in blood that no one asked for <3 happy pride to me
Something I love to read but never really explore satisfactorily in my own work is the idea of deception in monster romance. Being tricked or lured into loving something monstrous, a monster believing it can't be loved as its true self, so it must resort to disguise and trickery. A human realising very slowly, only after they have committed themselves to the romance that something isn't right, that niggling sense that they should flee being constant but also constantly overwritten by their own desire and affection. A monster that is dishonest, manipulative, desperate to be cherished so it will resort to any means necessary. A human that wants to resist the entrapment but on some primal, instinctive level, yearns to be trapped.
Commission for @krekka01
The rare 2 people commission appears
Knights are good
Werewolves are good
Want to know what's better? Werewolf knight
We need more werewolf knights
Knights in full sets of armor trembling before their princes, trying so hard not to shift but the moon is full and bright.
The prince sitting there with his legs crossed all smug knowing how much his knight is suffering, the likes the sight. He's hoping his most loyal knight busts out of his shiny armor and fucks into him until his knot pops out and locks him onto the knights throbbing cock.
Maybe then the prince can whip out the collar and leash he had custom made for his most precious knight.
The Gentle Garden Series
The other two pieces in this series is a bit too much for Tumblr, so you can see them either on bsky or my patreon (and maybe consider subscribing said patreon if you like this!)
