[lewdsdelta]

They roll over gently, pulling me in close, nibbling on my neck, coaxing my legs open and my panties off. I oblige, taking their ovipositor into my tight cunt, and we both lazily rock our hips into each other, half asleep, half horny... they gasp softly and I feel pressure inside my belly, eggs being laid, and they stay still for a bit, but neither of us can sit perfectly still, and their 'positor is still inside me, so...we start rocking again, soft, hungry noises coming from our mouths for each other, and more added to the clutch while I'm held in a tight embrace, a hand protectively cupping my belly, and feeling it swell further... I feel their hips rocking more eagerly, wanting to fill me more. We lose track of time, just caught up in the feelings, and eventually succumb to our exaustion. When I wake up in the morning, I look down and blink at the sight of myself, looking impossibly gravid, and then my mate pulls me in closer, kissing my neck again...

[ash-rigby]

Moonlit Blooming (Merfolk) [M/M]

Featured Characters: A gay, black human man and a bisexual merman.

Description: After spending some unfortunate time apart due to a run of bad weather, a lighthouse keeper spends a calm, clear night on the beach with his merman lover.

Contains: Nonhuman POV, Slit Play, Tentacle Dicks, Diphallia, Handjobs, Oral Sex, Fingering, Frotting.

Character Ages: Aster is 28 and Malik is 31.

Completion Date: November 28th, 2023

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There is something different about the moon when you’re in love. Aster had enjoyed it well enough before; a pretty thing that was a constant no matter where he surfaced when the whim arose. With Malik had come a shift.

Maybe it was because all the poems and songs about the moon resonated now. Perhaps it was seeing its light reflected in the eyes of someone whose gaze he never wanted to leave him. Or playing off of skin he wanted to kiss. Either way, Aster lived for cloudless nights spent laying out on the beach, basking in the cool glow with the man he loved.

Aster had a particular liking for a secluded spot near the lighthouse that Malik kept with his older brother. He had washed up there not long ago; frightened, confused, and in pain after getting hopelessly tangled in a rogue fishing net. The sun had been harsh, beating down and suffocating.

He may have died there had it not been for Malik rushing down, gently but urgently cutting him free, and keeping up a string of reassurances despite not knowing if the merfolk shared his language. Aster remembered being carried back into the sea, his arm around his rescuer’s shoulders as he looked up into his handsome, focused face.

He had turned tailfin as soon as he was able and swam away without a word; whether it was because of the residual fear or embarrassment, he did not know. It took a few days for Aster to work up the nerve to return to the area and thank Malik properly. And not long after that to confess his adoration for the man; a human, no less. Aster had grown up on cautionary tales about the two legs but never really bought into the idea that they were all so terrible. Now he knew for certain.

Aster was pulled out of his reverie by the sensation of a gentle hand running from his upper to lower back. It paused just where the silvery scales of his tail began. The scents of his lover and the salty sea air mingled pleasantly in his nose. They hadn’t been able to be together in a while due to a run of horrid weather; the sad reality of a love between one of the sea and one of land. As much as Aster enjoyed quiet, close company, he couldn’t ignore his urges.

His own hand and memories—however vivid and wild—had far from satisfied him those two weeks.

He hummed, smiling wide and moving his fingertips over the dark brown skin of Malik’s chest. As they slowly trailed, he took in every detail; the mole between his pecs, the small scar over a rib he still didn’t know the story behind. The breath was calm; he would fix that.

Aster moved lower, hearing a sharp inhale as he reached the waistband of Malik’s bright pink shorts. He toyed with it, slipping slightly underneath.

“Are you just going to count the stars all night?” he asked.

The smile was obvious in Malik’s voice.

“Why would I when the only one that matters is right here?”

Aster chuckled. Big sap, he thought as warmth fluttered through him. He lifted his head from Malik’s shoulder to speak in his ear, lips close to brushing the shell.

“Can I touch you?”

Malik nodded nearly imperceptibly, throat working. “Yeah.”

Together, they worked Malik out of his shorts and underwear, leaving him naked on the sand. Aster teased his hand over Malik’s abdomen and down his thigh, watching the base of his cock twitch from the simple touch. He took it into his webbed hand and began to slowly stroke.

As Aster laid his head back down, his keen senses picked up on the quickening of Malik’s pulse. Always so excitable, he thought. Especially after some time apart. Aster was one to talk; he could already feel a needy throb beginning to overtake the deepest parts of his slit. From this angle he could look down his lover’s chest and stomach to watch his hand moving up and down the thickening shaft, teasing in its languid pace.

Malik took in a breath, releasing it shakily. A moan followed it as Aster brought his mouth to his neck. He kissed and licked under his jaw and down the length of it. Aster’s nostrils flared as he ravaged the heating flesh, his eyelids flickering; if there ever had to be a warning about the two legs, it should have been about the potency of their pheromones. The heady scent of his arousal was thrilling, leaving Aster gasping even before he began to grind his leaking slit against Malik’s hip.

“Aster,” Malik breathed. “Getting so worked up just from touching me? You’re already soaked.”

Aster whimpered as he felt himself dribble more. “Missed…you.”

“I know…I know…me t—fuck.”

Malik’s cock was full; heavy and hot under Aster’s palm. He began to lightly thrust into the slick, webbed grip. The movements of his hips screamed for a quicker pace and Aster obliged, pulling a louder moan from him. Beads of precum leaked down over Aster’s fingers with every upward stroke. A slick, rhythmic noise filled the air. The increased wetness aided the motion, the slight twist of Aster’s wrist made smooth and seamless.

Malik began to pant. He choked on a gasp and suddenly gripped Aster’s arm, not hard but imploring. “Babe…babe, stop.”

Aster obeyed, fixing him with a quizzical look.

Malik grinned, chest heaving.

“Don’t…don’t let me get too far ahead of you,” he said.

Aster smiled and brought him into a deep kiss, letting himself be guided into laying on his back as their tongues nudged and glided over one another. Malik pulled away and straddled him to hover for a moment. He was utterly captivating; haloed in a silver glow, lips parted around his breaths, adoration and lust in his deep brown eyes.

Aster reached up and cupped Malik’s face in his hands, running his fingers through the short scruff of his facial hair. The back of his left hand was gently captured. A warm, attentive gaze locked onto his as Malik kissed the inside of his wrist. The same affection found his collarbone, moving lower over his chest and continuing to his slit.

His bright, blue-white scales carried an extra sheen from his excessive leaking. Malik ran his tongue up the wet line of it, giving an appreciative and aroused hum when Aster moaned in response. He brought his thumbs to either side of Aster’s slit, pulling it open to expose the tips of his swelling inner folds.

Aster knew how much he was already twitching. He could feel the pulsations that were slowly working their way to his sheathed cocks. He was glad Malik could see it; what he did to him.

Malik hissed a curse and delved in, licking and sucking at the needy slit. Aster’s hands found his lover’s hair. His hips quickly gave in to a shallow buck under the fervent mouth. Hot breath panted against him, Malik’s deep groans vibrating into sensitive flesh.

“There…m-more,” Aster moaned. He cried out, feeling Malik begin to fuck his tongue into the tightly-squeezing space between the two sets of folds. “Fuck, Malik!”

He gasped as there was a shift inside him, the throbbing becoming more intense. Desperate sounds tumbled from his lips around quick breaths. His tail shook, fins quivering. All at once, his internal folds emerged from him in a motion not unlike a blooming flower. The wide, sturdier ones locked against his scales, doing their job of holding his slit wide open.

Aster’s deeper parts were exposed; the dual sheaths sitting side-by-side in the lower portion of his slit. A finger found them near-instantly. Malik’s fingertips teased the weeping holes, caressing the rims and smearing slick. Single digits slid into both of them effortlessly and began to pump. Aster’s mouth was open, his voice only managing short, choked-off moans as his head spun.

Malik scissored his fingers, heavy awe in his tone when he spoke. “Wow. You’re…you’re so much hotter in here than usual.”

Because it’s you. Because I’ve been so lonely without you. Because I can’t cum without you anymore and need this so badly. Aster wanted to say all those things, but the pleasure was addling those thoughts somewhere between his brain and tongue. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Aster whimpered, his sheaths fluttering around Malik and, in turn, around his cocks. He cried out as Malik thrust to the second knuckle and nudged their sensitive heads. The wet, sucking sounds his own body was making only aroused him more, feeling how eagerly it took him.

Malik’s other hand moved and went to his mouth. The motion captured Aster’s attention, eyes locked on his lover’s burning pupils as he sucked on his pointer finger. When it was glistening, he lowered it and found Aster’s third hole a few inches down from his slit. Aster bit his lip through the initial shallow probing, back briefly arching as Malik’s finger fully entered his ass.

Aster’s fingers dug and scrambled at the sand. Malik was hardly being rough with him, but Aster’s noises might convince a voyeur otherwise. Even the moderately paced thrusting had him loudly moaning like a beast in heat. His head tossed back, chin angled at the night sky. He felt pressure building in his slit, something hot and about to burst. It throbbed and surged like a storm until ecstasy claimed him.

Fluid gushed from his sheaths. There was no cum. Just a copious, clear slick spurting around Malik’s fingers and dribbling down Aster’s sides. He slumped, hands mindlessly pawing at his chest and hair and he panted. His body shivered, slit still ablaze with need. Malik exited him and there was another gasp-inducing shift; Aster’s cocks following him out. Only the leaky tips emerged. The stubborn things still needed more coaxing even after all of that.

Malik looked shell-shocked. “What was that?”

There was no disgust; more of a ‘How did I make you do that so I can make it happen again?’ sentiment. Aster only held his arms out to him.

“Malik,” he whined. “I need you.”

Snapping to action at the pleading voice, Malik scrambled up and aligned his dick with Aster’s slit.

“Right, right. Fuck that; who cares right now?” he said quickly.

He brought them together as Aster’s hands lighted on his shoulders. The whole of his length was throbbing; the show had clearly been lovely. Precum leaked from him at the first touch and joined the wet mess. Some of Aster’s folds curled towards him, lightly clinging to his cock. He began to thrust through the ample slick which aided his movement.

Those sweet moans returned as Malik chased his pleasure, winding in with Aster’s. Lust mixed with a deep concentration on his face; always so focused on what he was doing to start out. Aster loved to watch that slowly melt away. To see his lover’s body give in to instinct.

It didn’t take much of the sensation of Malik’s dick grinding against his slit for Aster’s to slip out. Long, tentacle-like appendages slid from his sheaths. He groaned as they did, perfectly aligned to rise up on either side of Malik. They were dripping more than they typically did, twitching in time with his heartbeat. His conscious control of their movements clicked into place and that was always electrifying. With only a sly grin as a warning, he wrapped them around Malik’s cock.

Aster kept the space tight; perfect to thrust into. Malik paused, seeming to just enjoy being buried in that throbbing sleeve. He leaned down for a hot, desperate kiss, leaving them moaning into each other’s mouths as he started to move again. His hips were graceful, a slow undulation to drag it all out. To etch every detail of this feeling into his memory. To save for the next rainy day.

But as Aster moved his warm, slick cocks around him, that gradually changed. He thrust faster, groans punching out of him. His balls slapped against the wet, quivering slit beneath him. Sweat poured from him and his scent was an ambrosial whirlwind. Aster panted, drowning his senses with it. He dragged his hands down Malik’s back, feeling the flex of his muscles and digging his nails into the meat of his ass.

“Mmm, yeah,” Malik moaned. He slowed down, trading the pace for longer thrusts and a steady voice. “You’re so damn gorgeous. Every—ah—every part of you turns me the fuck on. Love how you wrap around me like this…twitching on my cock…shit.”

Aster looked to where they connected. At the hypnotic way Malik’s dick pushed through the tight cling of pulsing tentacles, turgid flesh on both sides shiny with slick. His eyes roamed back; over the heavily-working, sweat-speckled chest and up to that beautiful, euphoric expression on his lover’s face. He squeezed Malik’s ass, a weak grunt sounding in his throat as he tried to rock his hips beneath the weight.

“You’re perfect…perfect,” he gasped. He pulled Malik down against his slit; he needed it faster. Brown eyes went wide. “Mess me up…make me drip with you.”

Malik fucked with renewed vigour. He almost felt harder in Aster’s clasp. His noises ceased any restraint. Like he didn’t care who heard him. As his thrusts became less coordinated, he dropped his head to rest in the juncture between Aster’s shoulder and neck.

It was almost too much; Aster’s currently-sealed gills lined his neck and were uniquely sensitive in that state. His eyes rolled as Malik’s nose brushed against one of the lower ones, a whimper overtaking his moans. Even the panting breath ghosting over them made him shake. His arms moved, one to bring a hand to grip at Malik’s hair and one to drape over his stuttering waist.

Aster lay there, pinned as he was ground against. His cocks were a mess, heat tingling through the lengths as they writhed and squeezed around Malik. They rapidly throbbed, down to their bases and beyond to those four, compact glands deep inside him; they were aching to release. Sudden jolts of pleasure would find him, accompanied by more of that spurting from his sheaths. Every movement grew audibly sopping wet, slick clinging to their bodies.

Malik suddenly seemed to be holding his breath through a few particularly quick thrusts, letting it go alongside a loud, shaking moan as his hips briefly stilled forward. His cock pulsed heavily and Aster felt thick cum splattering his chest. Malik continued, fucking through his release and lifting himself back up with his hands firmly on either side of Aster.

Though breathless and clearly spent, he kept moving. His oversensitive cock twitched in the tentacled confines. He looked down at Aster, face awash with what had to be bordering on too much pleasure.

“Aster,” he gasped. He sucked in a breath, pushing through and thrusting as fast as he could manage. His eyes rolled a little. “Cum..cum for me. Cum for me.”

Aster felt stars burst in his head at the sight his lover made. The scent of the seed scattered across his skin drove him wild. His cocks flew over Malik’s; gliding and twisting frantically, spurring two voices to rise together in ecstasy.

“Only for you…only—only for you!” Aster cried. “Ahhh—Malik!”

His entire body quivered as he came, his tail slapping against the ground. He squeezed Malik’s dick in a final, desperate, throbbing grasp. Cum pumped from him in excess; even for his dual endowment. Relentless spurts covered his heaving, moaning form. A single shot reached his lower jaw to end it all.

His mind felt like it was floating circles around him. It took a moment for him to perceive the sensation of Malik’s tongue running over his stomach and chest, readily lapping up their mess. He felt his cocks retracting back into his sheaths, the internal folds following and re-entwining inside him. They were still lust-swollen, so the outer sides of his slit domed slightly with them underneath.

The mound continued to pulse with pleasured aftershocks. Especially as Malik cupped a large, reverent hand over it and dragged a finger along its line in a final tease. Aster moaned, weak and whimpering. The noise was caught by a kiss that tasted of their combined release. He relaxed into it but still gasped as Malik pulled away, a line of spit connecting their tongues for a moment.

Soft lips brushed his cheek, then his forehead. Malik’s eyes were warm and adoring as they shared a silent, breath-catching moment together. Out of all they had just done, this was what made Aster’s heart skip. To have such beauty look at him this way as they shimmered in the afterglow.

“Dip in the water to clean off?” Malik finally suggested.

Aster hummed affirmatively. It didn’t take long for him to feel uncomfortable sitting in all the fluids involved in on-land love-making. He reached out to rest his hands on Malik’s shoulders.

“Carry me, my prince?”

Malik chuckled. “I’ll never get tired of it.”

He gathered Aster up into his arms effortlessly and steered them towards the nearby shoreline. The sea welcomed them in her calm, cool embrace. They walked out until Malik was chest-high in the water. Aster slipped from his grasp and under. He swam a tight circle around Malik’s legs, tenderly caressing a fin over his calf before returning to the surface in front of him.

They were in each other’s arms a second later, Malik spinning them gently in place. Aster gave in to dumb, love-struck laughter and kissed him, feeling the smile against his lips. The moonlight reflected in flickering ripples around them; Aster’s home turned paradise by the presence of his love.

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[ash-rigby]

Cockpit (Male Alien) [M/NB]

Featured Characters: Nonbinary human and a male alien. Both are adults.

Description: Lieutenant Reese Gallagher helps their Captain let off some steam after a handful of cadets get on his nerves due to performing sloppily in training. Captain Alren gets a little wild as usual, but Reese enthusiastically handles it.

Contains: Rough Sex, Biting, Clawing, Face-fucking, Dirty Talk, Torn Clothes, Multiple Orgasms.

Nonbinary Character Anatomy: The nonbinary character in this piece has a vagina.

Content Warning: These two play a little rough and Drav ends up drawing blood from Reese (in a completely welcomed way as Reese enjoys this) during the scene, so if that would upset you in any way, stay clear.

Completion Date: April 10th, 2020

Word Count: 2053

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Lieutenant Reese Gallagher invited themself into Captain Drav Alren’s fighter and made their way to the cockpit. The Captain had not emerged yet, so he was likely still fuming. They couldn’t blame him in all honesty.

Training had been a disaster that morning. The cadets they were both in charge of had snuck out the night before for drinks and were subsequently sloppy—embarrassingly so. After chewing them out and sending them off (to clean the barracks until they sparkled; not nurse their hangovers), Reese decided to see to the captain in their own special way.

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[transboybreeder-moved]

Can you write something for getting ruined and bred by a monster/creature? It takes you and rapes its heavy seed into you with no mercy

abso-fucking-lutely. i watched shape of water recently (phenomenal fucking movie btw everyone should watch it) so i did something fishy. i like this one a lot more than the other one :3

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i shouldn’t have gone to the beach at night. i knew it was a bad idea. but i’d had a fight with my friends that day, and i just… needed a moment alone. we were all cooped up in a beach house for the summer, i just needed to cool down somewhere with no people around. the chilly sea breeze would help with that.

i brought my keys with me. i have a little knife on the key ring that can be flicked out at a moment’s notice. i thought it would keep me safe. i didn’t count on meeting something inhuman.

i’d walked along the beach, carrying my sandals in one hand and my phone in the other, flashlight pointed downwards at the sand to make sure i don’t step on anything sharp. the cold tide waters lap at my feet as i walk, quickly filling in and smoothing out the footprints i leave. it’s peaceful; the rhythmic back and forth of the water, the steady pace of my trekking. it’s enough to ease my mind from the stresses of the day. i’m just about to head back to the house when, in the corner of my field of vision, i see a light coming from the water, ten or twenty feet out from the shore. it has a bluish hue to it, and it’s far enough under the surface that it ripples with the waves. i squint and shine my phone at it, but i can’t for the life of me make out what it is. my interest is piqued. maybe it’s because it’s late, or maybe because i want to have something to show my friends, but against my better judgment i pull up my shorts and wade into the cold water, as quickly as i can stand. if it’s a cool jellyfish or something i want to get a picture before the tide takes it back into the ocean.

even when i get closer, i can’t make it out any better. the only light is from the moon and distant street lamps, and whatever it is has kicked up a bunch of sand, clouding the water. still; just the light itself is nice-looking. i can take a picture then ask my friends what they think it is later.

i raise my phone up and turn the flashlight off so i don’t wash out the blue glow. i look at the screen, snapping lots of pictures of the light to look through later, when i notice it shifting a little, like it’s getting closer to the surface. i switch to taking a video instead and zoom in. from what i can make out, it’s not just one light, it’s multiple, like a line of little glowing dots.

the water ripples slightly as something surfaces. then keeps surfacing. slightly panicked, i turn my phone around to shine the screen in front of me, and i see a pair of slitted eyes looking back at me as their owner continues to rise from the water, quickly surpassing my height. i follow its face with the light of my phone. it curls its lip back, baring rows of sharp, jagged teeth, and i’m gone.

i shriek and turn to run back to the shore, still without any idea of what the fuck i just saw, but i don’t need to know. pure instincts propel me forward, bringing my knees up as high as i can with each frantic step as the pull of the water tries to slow me down. i hear a loud splash from behind me, and i turn my head over my shoulder to get a glance. i don’t see the creature anymore, not even the light. i feel a moment’s worth of relief before something cold, smooth and strong grips my ankle and yanks backwards.

i fall face first with a scream, and my phone flies out of my grip onto the sand, a safe distance from the tide waters but also out of my reach, and my sandals land in the water with a splash. i make one last desperate attempt to get away, army crawling through the water and frantically kicking my legs, but it’s no use. the creature has a hold on me, and soon it’s looming over my prone form. i dare to turn my head and look, but with the moon at its back i can hardly see a thing. that’s soon rectified by the rows of dots along its forehead, chest, and arms that suddenly light up a fluorescent blue, but i immediately wish it had stayed in the dark. it’s probably over ten feet tall, covered in smooth skin except for countless numbers of fins of all different sizes, and a patch of spiky quills growing from its head like hair. 

i scream again at the sight, and its quills flare up and out where they’d previously been flat against its neck and back. it grabs me by the thighs and lifts me up, holding me spread eagle with my head dangling downwards. i continue to screech and struggle, but it pays me no mind, instead pressing its face to my crotch and making a low chirring noise as it inhales through my shorts, its little slitted nostrils flaring. i have no clue what it’s trying to do, but the image of those huge teeth flashes in my mind, and now they’re so close to the most vulnerable part of my body.

it drops me without taking a bite, though, instead using the claws on its massive webbed fingers to rip my shorts straight in half without so much as a strain. i’m stuck between wanting to cover myself as it goes for my underwear next or push myself up onto my feet, and in my panic i try to do each with one hand, without any luck with either. it tears through my underwear with just as much ease, and with my bare pussy in sight its quills flare up again and its spots grow brighter. i notice movement down below, and look down to see an engorged slit at the creature’s pelvis parting. what look to be little tentacles lined with suckers like an octopus poke out, squirming and writhing around each other, but i can tell those are just accessory to what’s in the center; a much larger and more intimidating tapered tendril unfurls itself, lacking the suckers but instead having ridges spanning the girth of it, a few inches apart. it’s almost mesmerizing, the way it moves like it’s alive, but it’s moving towards my pussy.

i try to push myself away, but it chirrs at me again with a show of its teeth and pushes down on my thighs, pressing the sides of my knees into the sand and keeping me wide open. much to my horror, the creature crouches down lower and lines itself up. the tip of its tendril rubs down the length of my slit before finding my hole and pushing in. the tip is probably about as wide as my finger, barely anything at all, but it keeps pushing, pressing against my inner walls as it goes like it’s feeling me out. after a few inches i begin to feel a stretch, but it’s barely a third of the way in.

the tip soon reaches my cervix, making me cry out at the strange, foreign sensation, and i think i’ll be spared the rest of its length, but no. the tip wiggles at my cervical opening, and after some probing and pushing, begins to slide inside, slowly stretching open the barrier guarding my womb with its tapered girth.

i stop fighting, instead laying limp in the sand except for convulsions and jerks of my body as the creature rapes its way into my womb. it just keeps going and going. i feel it the moment the tendril touches the back wall of my uterus, but that doesn’t stop it. it keeps pressing, curling in on itself inside of me to fit as much of itself inside my womb as it can then uncurling, stretching the organ out. 

i only know i’m cumming from the rhythmic contractions of my pussy. i’d already been so overwhelmed i don’t even register the build up or peak. it’s not like it matters, anyway; the creature doesnt stop until he’s fully inside of me, my entrance stretched to accommodate the massive base, and the little tentacles at his pelvis are latching their suckers onto my hard clit and the outer folds of my pussy.

suddenly, with a throaty, bubbling growl, the creature shifts its grip on me from my thighs to my waist and lifts me up off the ground. i know what’s coming next, but nothing could have prepared for the sensation of it fucking me.

it barely moves in and out at all, just bouncing me on its prehensile cock, because the tendril does all the work for him. it shifts and undulates inside of me like a worm, the ridges rippling and pressing against my walls. my mouth lets out a constant stream of groans and cries as the creature uses me like a toy, the tendril writhing in my womb visible under my skin. 

the creature makes noises as it fucks me, louder the longer it goes, like animalistic growls and grunts made by someone with water in their throat. after an indeterminate amount of time, my mind too broken to keep track, it lets out a long hiss, and the ridges on its cock suddenly puff up, pressing outwards as it begins to pump me full of gallons of watery cum, and all sense of my surroundings is ripped away from me. it’s just me, the tendril inside of me, and the massive amounts of semen its spilling inside my womb. i manage to open my eyes and look down at my swelling stomach, a dull purple glow shining through my skin, before i pass out.

i don’t make it back to my friends. in the morning, they come looking for me, and eventually find my phone, battery drained. after charging it, they find pictures of a strange blue glow in the water, and a video that’s almost 45 minutes long, first of the light in the water, then of my terrified face as i see something rise from the ocean, then the night sky, while in the background are the sounds of me screaming and moaning until the phone’s batter died. little do they know i’m going to spend the rest of my days birthing a sea monster’s spawn.

[ickythoughtsposts]

CW: kidnapping, cnc, cockwarming, forced pleasure

A captor forcing his victim to cockwarm him.Stolen away to a hideout he had prepared for her, her heart pounding loudly at the fear of being trapped with this stranger who had watched her greedily all day as if in ownership. As night falls, he finally approaches, his massive frame towering over her small body. He trails a finger slowly down her body to inspect her pretty little cunt, circling around her clit before slipping slightly inside to stroke her small opening. He smiled in pleasure as her warm channel squeezed his finger tightly in an attempt to expel him, the quiet whimper she let out caused him to harden further. Finally he tells her she will cockwarm him, her mind already blank in shock at the size of his monstrous cock.

He sits and slowly pulls her closer until she is perched over the top of his cock, fear and disbelief building at the situation she found herself in. The blunt tip of his gigantic cock nudging against her small hole. He smiles at the visual of his fat cock notching against her small pink pussy. “You’re going to take me deep inside you, and sit prettily while you get used to having something so big inside.” She shook her head in panic, even as her body betrayed her and she felt the wetness growing between her thighs.

He gently pulled down her hips, forcing her to begin sinking onto his thick cock. She whimpered quietly as she struggled to fit him in. He stroked her back in reassurance even as he forced her to continue accepting his tremendous girth, “shhh little one. It’s ok. You’re taking it so well.” He watched her calmly as she squirmed and cried, “It’s too much! Please we have to stop.” “Its ok” he repeated as she sunk further, stretched tightly, “It’s not all the way in yet. You’ve got such a perfect pussy, you can take all of it. I know you can”. A single tear escaped as he continued to advance. To take and fill. To possess. Holding her tightly in place so that she couldn’t move away from his invasion. He felt her pussy flutter in desperation, “breathe, little one, breathe for me”. She gasped in air as he continued to work his way into her body.

“Such a good girl taking daddy’s cock deep inside”, she whined long and low. “Shhhh, you’re doing so good. So pretty for me”. He watched with a possessive glint in his eye as she struggled to accomodate the thick intrusion. She let out small gasping sounds as more and more of his cock was forced into her. “Thats right, sit nicely while Daddy fills your sweet cunt” he whispered. She felt as full as she could possibly get when he paused in bringing their hips together. She mistakenly believed this was the end, that she had taken his full cock - she sobbed once, reluctantly sagging in relief against his body. He stroked her back, her hips, comforting her where she lay against his wide chest. “You’re so beautiful like this, little one.” He reached a hand between them to lightly stroke where she was stretched widely around him. She shivered at the sensation. “A bit more now sweetheart, then you can relax here while you keep Daddy nice and warm”. She tensed at learning she had yet to take his full length.

His large hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down while he thrust upward, forcing his cock through her small opening. Until she was fully seated. She felt impossibly stretched and full, violated and overwhelmed, the uncomfortable pressure deep inside where his cock brushed her cervix with every adjustment of their bodies. “Youre doing so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl, taking Daddy so deep.” She let out an involuntary whimper at the overwhelming fullness. Her distress only caused him to harden more.

He reached around their bodies, stroking a single finger gently across her clit causing her body to jerk in reaction. A gasp escaped her lips at the combination of pleasure with pain. The dual sensations overwhelmed, making her whimper and tense up. Tensing up made the paint deep inside increase, and she cried out. “Fuck, I love that sound. It’ll be ok little one.” That single finger returned to circle her sensitive nub with continuous strokes causing her to rhythmically tighten around his shaft.

“Daddy is going to pet this sweet little clit until you feel all better”. She felt her wetness grow despite the violation of her small hole and how he was wedged deeply inside her. Her mind rebelled at the knowledge that he was going to force her to come around his massive cock. “No, no, no, no. Please stop” “you have to come little one, this is how we train your sweet cunt to get used to being filled with Daddy’s cock”.

Her hips began to rock involuntarily, sending shoots of pain as her cervix was abused by the friction. His large hands clamped down on her hips, forcing her to remain still. “Sit pretty, my little doll. Squeeze that tight cunt around my cock like a good girl. Just like that” She struggled against the invasion this stranger was forcing on her body and her mind. He pinched her clit gently, “such a good girl letting Daddy play with your wet little clit. A little more sweetheart” he added while continuing to stroke her without reprieve. Despite her reluctance and the way she was stretched wide around his giant cock, she felt herself begin to come, pulsing wildly. She gasped as the forced pleasure blended with the pain and nearly overwhelmed her senses.

He patiently stroked her through the orgasm, then cuddled her against his chest, muddling her mind when it wanted to rebel, to forget. But the way he was still deeply embedded in her forced her mind to where they were still joined. “There you go little one, so good for Daddy.” She whimpered lightly in a daze when he thrust briefly up into her. Despite the fact that all she had done was sit andwarm his cock, she new she would be sore tomorrow from his massive size. “Soon you’ll be ready for Daddy to fuck you and ruin your pretty little cunt. Tonight you’ll keep me buried deep inside all night and in the morning you’ll be all ready.” Her mind blanked at realizing she’d get no relief despite the soreness between her thighs, that she’d be stretched wide all night long. His hand snaked down her body to her puffy clit once again. “Show Daddy how prettily you come again, ok princess?”

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Being pinned down on your stomach being forced to take his full length in brutal thrusts. Youre full on gasping as tears build, trying to close your legs but failing as he forces them even wider leaving you so exposed. Whimpers turning into cries while you beg him to stop, you don’t want it anymore. If anything it makes him fuck you harder, no words. You just hear a soft “shhhh” in your ear as he seemingly rearranges your insides and grips your throat. This goes on for hours.. at some point you black out only to wake up on the ground sore with cum leaking down your thighs.

[cvmrag]

MINORS DNI

Cw: Merperson (has a dick but otherwise nonspecified), non.con

Thinking about a merperson that lives in the pools of a cave system.

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[aspiring-house-husband]

is it time for merman sex? i think it’s time for merman sex

you loved wandering the woods. it was a pass time of yours you adored, just walking with the birds and the leaves underfoot. you’d found plenty of interesting things in the past, but they all paled in comparison to this- you found a cove at the top of a stream where a wide waterfall slipped over the top of a thirty foot cliff. beneath it was a wide pond, crystal clear and beautiful, which fed the stream. 

you slipped off your shoes, dropping your backpack, before pulling off your shirt and pants. you piled all of your clothes onto your backpack and left it at the side of the pond, it’s rocky pebbly sides making it easy to wade in. you gasped as the cool water soaked through your boxers and hit your sensitive inner thighs. 

you slid down into the water, cooling your body heat from the hike and hiding from the sun. though, the way the sun was angled, you could see that behind the waterfall there was no rock. it was an opening- and so you dove under the surface and swam behind the falls. 

you felt them overhead, churning the water, and you felt as the water calmed again. you popped up to the surface. 

it was darker, behind the water and within the rock, but there was a large cave. the water was smooth, but moved enough toward the falls to remain fresh. 

“hello,” said a voice from within the cave, startling you. the voice chuckled. “dont be afraid, i won’t hurt you. it’s been a long time since i had visitors.”

“who are you?” you asked, swimming forward as your eyes slowly adjusted to the light. 

“i live here,” he answered, and you heard him swim toward you. you sort of made out his shape. “i’m this cave’s guardian. you had to be very special to find it, you know.”

your cheeks heated up. 

“special?”

“of course. not everyone is worthy of my waters. nor my attention.” he was close enough, then, to reach out and take your hand. his skin was warm, and he used it to tug you closer to him. only then did you realize that he was a merman, and that his long tail of muscle was already wrapping around your legs. luckily, he didn’t drag you down, he simply held you in place. 

“would you like to spend some time with me, my dear?” he asked, and you lifted your other hand to rest on his shoulder. he was warm there, too. muscular. 

“yes,” you answered, and he uncurled his tail from around you. he pulled you by the hand deeper into the cave, and your eyes adjusted further to show you a beautiful pebbly pocket of water within smooth stone walls. 

he turned onto his back in the water and pulled you against him again, chest to chest. 

“why do you come to me?” he asked, brushing some of your wet hair off of your forehead. 

“i was exploring,” you answered, and he tsked. 

“no, there’s something more than that,” he said, one of his hands sliding down your back until it reaches your waist. “you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t need to be.”

he tugged you a bit closer, and your cheeks reddened again with how it made your hips grind together. 

“oh, sweetheart, is that it?” he asked, a smile growing on his face. “that’s perfect, love. you’ll just have to coax me out.” 

“w-what do you-“ he interrupted you by taking your hand and guiding it down his body, until it found the softer scales below his belly button. you felt his muscles rippling beneath your touch, his fingers coaxing yours into a softly digging rub. 

from his slit slid a thin pointy tip, and it slipped between your fingers, so you tugged at it softly. it responded by emerging further, growing in width as it goes, until it’s as thick around as your wrist, at least, and as long as your forearm. you’d gained a spot of confidence by then, and so wrapped your fingers around it, slowly rising up and down. his breathing came out ragged and shallow, his eyes closing. 

“you’re beautiful,” you told him, and his eyes opened to yours. 

“and you,” he added, hands gripping your waist and fingers dipping into the fabric of your boxers. “These, off, please,” he begged, and you pulled away into the water to fulfill his wish. as soon as they slipped from your ankles he pulled you close again, spreading your thighs over his thick tail. he pulled you forward until lined up with his slit, and his cock seemed to... it had a mind of its own. it rubbed against your cock for a brief time, then wiggling underneath your body. once it had, it didn’t take long for it to find the slick, warm, tight hole. 

it pushed into you slowly, exploring further and deeper and prodding against every wall and nerve before moving on. it felt like years before he was fully seated inside of you, and only then did it stop moving. just for a moment, it froze, enjoying the squeeze of your body around it. 

the merman moaned, gripping tight onto your hips so that you couldn’t float away. 

“gods, you’re perfect,” he whispered before pushing you away from his hips. before you were raised halfway off his cock, he yanked you back down again, spearing you on his slippery cock. it choked a moan out of you, and you dropped your head down. 

weightless in the water, you let him do as he pleased, the pleasure and the pressure coursing through you with every thrust. 

he sped up when he got near his edge, and his tip started finding and moving around your most sensitive spot within you. with him manipulating your very nerves, of course the two of you came together, yours dispersing in the water and his filling you, deeply. 

you looked down with a gasp to realize that where he cum leaked out of you, you were glowing brilliantly green. it seemed he was more than the eye could see, because in the light that spilled from between your legs, you noticed his slit. his cock was withdrawing, slowly, spent and dripping glowing green fluid. but another was emerging from beside it. 

two cocks? it was going to be a long, perfect night. 

[stendra]

Patreon request, 4 hours.

[scales-and-spirals]

Waking up to find a naga with his lips around your cock, and though your first instinct is to pull away, you find your hips instead thrusting deeper into his embrace. Betrayed by your own body, or perhaps some subliminal conditioning while you'd slept, you can only watch him greedily swallow you, with such an infuriating, knowing look in his eyes.

As you feel your pleasure building, it grows more difficult to remember why you wanted to leave this. His warmth and his long, long tongue, they work tirelessly to coax your resistance away. His tail is travelling around your midsection now, unobtrusive to your needy thrusting.

And you do need this. It's consumed your thoughts, all that's left is a burning desire to cum inside this snake's throat. You're barely aware of scale brushing against skin, of his tail curling around your throat, until it pulls tight.

Bliss.

Release.

[delusional-ftm]

Need to cuddle with a guy who promised it wouldn’t go any further than that. Then I feel his hands pulling off my clothes. He tells me he’s not going to do anything, he just wants to feel me. He takes his clothes off to and pulls me to his bare chest. I feel his heart beating. I feel his cock pulsing against my ass, and I feel his arms wrapped around me. Despite myself, I feel my pussy start to leak. Thirty minutes pass and his dick is rock hard against me. He shifts and I feel it slip between my legs, brushing against my vulva. I shiver and he starts to kiss my neck. I grab onto his arm and groan… and then I feel him position his tip right against my cunt. I try to tell him to stop, that we don’t have a condom, but he pushes himself in and I’m cut off by a gasp as I feel his length spreading me open.

I’m confused and horny and I didn’t want to have sex, but he keeps hitting my cervix and he’s clearly enjoying himself so I ask him to just make sure to pull out.

Lying in bed, him rutting into me from behind, one hand wrapped around my chest and another resting over my womb… my pussy can’t help from feeling good. I’m moaning for him, close, and he’s speeding up and it feels sooo good, when he suddenly shoves in balls deep, his cock pulsing and shooting cum deep inside me. I feel him filling me up and I can’t help but cum on his cock.

I’m laying there afterwards, his dick still inside me, him asleep against my back. I want to get up to push out his semen, but I don’t want to wake him up. It’s not a safe day… but I’m on testosterone, so it’ll probably be okay, right? People don’t get pregnant on their first try. I’ll be okay. I’ll just take it out tomorrow…

But as I drift off to sleep, his swimmers would find my egg and my insemination would be complete 🩷

[sex-storytime]

Game On

We were on his bed. I was topless, nestled between his legs while he played a video game. We spent a lot of time like this, me watching him play--though he seemed extra distracted today.

"Ooh, you're gonna miss the--oop, yup, you missed it." I laughed as his character fell off a cliff.

Jeff groaned. "I blame your boobs." He grinned, giving one of them a gentle squeeze.

I guess that was fair. He had the controller in one hand and a tit in the other. We'd both agreed on no sex, but touching was harmless. We did a lot of touching.

"My boobs didn't do anything," I teased.

"Oh yeah? They look like they're begging for attention. How can a gentleman refuse?" He set aside the controller and palmed both my fleshy orbs, molding them, massaging them.

I leaned against him, turned my head to rest on his chest, arching my boobs for him. He bent to kiss me, his lips soft and tongue playful. I sighed. This was so nice.

I spun into him, straddled his lap, and returned to his mouth, our tongues and lips and teeth colliding. He pushed me gently to the side, onto my back, following me as we stretched out, our lips still smashed together.

Eventually, the game long forgotten, he nudged me onto my stomach. He had a major thing for my butt, and I just liked the feeling of his hands all over me. I arched my back, and he kneaded my butt, rubbed down my thighs with his thumbs between my legs, slid up to my hips and my waist, then back to my ass.

After a while, he hooked his fingers under my pants and pulled. I hesitated before lifting my hips. This was a bit more than we usually did, but we've slept--sleeping only--in the same bed, and I trusted him. He tossed my pants away and laid on top of me, his bulge settling on my ass.

We'd fooled around all the time; it would be fine. And it was nice to kiss and touch and feel how aroused he was. He rubbed his dick into my backside like he was fucking my butt cheeks, his hands running over my shoulders and arms. I flexed my ass and rocked with him, humming contentedly.

We laid like that for a few minutes, him gently humping and touching me while I enjoyed his attention. I was beginning to doze off when he shifted, raising his hips and wiggling before he settled back on me with a sigh. That was his bare cock resting on my ass. I tensed.

"Sorry, is this ok?" he mumbled. "It was really uncomfortable."

I shrugged. "Mmhm." I guess it was fine. He wasn't going to do anything, of course, and that thick, hard length of him felt nice and warm lodged between my cheeks. I wondered if he could tell how wet I was; I was probably soaking my panties.

He pressed his lips to the back of my neck and gently licked my spine. I shivered and relaxed. His fluttering kisses and warm breath danced over my skin, his hands caressing my sides. I moaned and arched into the tingling, almost ticklish sensations.

His hand squeezed my hip and wandered over my ass before dipping between my thighs. My legs opened and his fingers pressed against my drenched panties. "Ooh, yes, please..." Jeff could make me cum with his fingers, and I really needed it right now.

He continued peppering my back with soft kisses, his fingers slipping past my panties and gently stroking my wet folds. "You're so wet," he murmured.

"Mmm." I bit my lip and pushed into his fingers, my ass rubbing his bare cock. His fingers slowly taunted my entrance, circling and playing with my lips before he slid first one finger, then another inside me. His fingers curled as he gradually pumped them in and out of my slick flesh.

"Ah... more... faster..." I gasped. His fingers were replaced by his thumb so that he could reach my clit, swirling around it as he rubbed my inner walls.

I twisted and humped his fingers, encouraging him to apply pressure. He complied, stroking my clit while his thumb fucked me, absently rubbing his dick against my cheeks. My eyes squeezed closed, my pussy clamping on his thumb. "Ah, ah, yes..."

His pace quickened, circling and stroking and pressing, my juices squishing all over his hand. I whimpered and pressed hard against his fingers as the pleasure washed over me, my pussy pulsing around his thumb rammed as deep inside me as he could. When I stopped gripping at his digit, he stroked me gently a few more times and withdrew.

"Oh fuck, mmm," I moaned.

He groaned too, his cock rubbing between my cheeks, leaving a trail of precum on my backside. With a slight shift of his hips, his cock was between my legs, thrusting against my panty-covered pussy.

That thin barrier made me feel safe enough to roll my hips into him, rubbing up and down his shaft. He felt so hard and warm. I wondered what it would be like to feel him against my wetness, sliding back and forth on his thick cock.

He was probably thinking the same thing. His fingers slipped back under my panties and touched my clit, gently rubbing as he thrusted.

"Oh..." I moaned, humping his fingers and his cock. His cock felt better than his fingers. I bit my lip. "Jeff..."

He was breathing heavily into my hair. "Y-yeah?"

I hesitated. This was too much temptation; we should just stop. His fingers pressed on my clit and I shuddered. I was just going to feel him on me, that's all. I pushed my panties down, struggling for a few seconds until he caught on and grabbed them, practically yanked them off.

This was a very bad idea. I wrestled with that thought for about one second, then his cock settled between my legs, the length of his shaft pressing against my wet folds, his hands on my hips.

Oh fuck he felt good. So soft yet firm, so wide and warm. Ooh, my whole body tingled. Nothing else felt like this.

He groaned and rubbed his shaft on me, bathing his cock in my slick folds. "Oh fuck that feels good," he breathed.

"Mmhm," I agreed. I should probably tell him to stop before this got any further, but maybe just a few more seconds.

Then the tip of his cock pressed at my entrance. I froze. He felt so big. My body vibrated with the need to feel him inside me, to swallow his cock into my depths, and feel him stroke my insides like he had been stroking my opening.

He had gone just as still. I heard him swallow right before he pushed.

His cock gently parted my lips and, with barely any resistance, began to slide into me.

My mind finally caught up with the situation. "Jeff, no! Stop!" I yelped even as my inner walls clenched around him. I tried to pull away, but his hands held my hips firmly in place.

He grunted but stopped with his cock just past my entrance. It felt amazing, so warm and big and hard. My body wanted more.

"S-sorry," he mumbled but didn't move.

I didn't want him to. Or rather, I wanted him to move in both directions at once, part of my mind screaming for him to get out and the other begging for him to plunge all the way in. Instead, I lay there, frozen in indecision.

He pushed again.

"No! Jeff! Please stop!" Just the tip was one thing, but if he buried himself inside me, I wouldn't be a virgin anymore.

He groaned and pulled back out, just resting the tip at my entrance again. "Sorry! You feel so good, so warm and tight. Sorry..."

I relaxed, my heart beating too fast. But it was ok, this was fine. He wasn't even inside me, just touching me.

After a few seconds, he swirled the bulbous tip around my slick folds, glided between my lips to my clit and back again. I moaned. He had felt so amazing inside me. Maybe... maybe just the tip was fine. It wasn't really fucking.

When his rounded head settled at my opening, I pushed, just a little. That bulbous head slowly stretched my outer folds until the tip was lodged just inside my wet walls. It felt amazing. The first cock inside me. A little thrill of pleasure rushed through me. It was just the tip, it barely counted, but still so good. I shuddered.

I mumbled, "J-just the tip, ok? No more. Ok? That's it. It feels good..."

He'd gone very still, as though he was surprised I'd say anything like that. I should be surprised too. I think somewhere, some tiny part of me was panicking, but I couldn't hear it.

He swallowed again and nodded jerkily. "O-ok. You feel good too."

His voice was strained. The slight danger that he might get carried away sent a jolt of warmth to my pussy, and I clamped down on him. My thighs quivered trying not to push again, to capture just one more inch.

No sex. Just the tip. No sex. Oh my God, but my body wanted all of it.

He groaned and nudged at my wet flesh, slipping an inch of his hard shaft into me.

"Ah! No!" I squealed but didn't move. He was panting into my hair, his body tense. He didn't move either.

"Jeff, just the tip!" I panted and bit my lip. I couldn't make myself pull away, my pussy clenching around him.

"Oh. Um. Nnh." He stopped but didn't move.

We held ourselves there, lust rolling over both of us, waiting for something to give. He didn't wait long, shifting as he oh-so-slowly withdrew his cock back to my entrance, then gently forced my lips to swallow that round tip again, savouring every moment.

"Jeff..." God, it felt good but I couldn't let him fuck me.

He groaned and stopped again. I could hear his deep breaths, feel how tightly his fingers were digging into my hips as he tried to hold back.

"Y-you should stop now," I mumbled. My pussy was squeezing him. Oh wow, it felt nice and big, stretching me so beautifully. I wanted more, I wanted to be filled up.

I'm not sure if he heard me. He was probably busy fighting his urge to ram his cock all the way in and give me a good, hard fucking.

I shivered at how wonderful that sounded.

My pussy kept pulsing on his shaft, trying to hold him in no matter how much I should be pushing him out. He could probably feel me throbbing around him.

He pulled out again and I sighed as he held still with just the bulbous tip kissing my pussy lips. He stayed there and panted for a minute.

I couldn't help myself. His round knob felt so good sitting there between my parted folds, so tempting. I wiggled a little, felt that large head pop in again. Just the tip. Oooh. I squeezed it, imagining it sliding in further and further. Oh...

He tensed. I was too busy concentrating on how good his cock felt inside me to realize that his hands on my hips had shifted, that the bed had moved as he repositioned, and now he was ready to piston into me. He held still as long as he could.

"I'm just... gonna... put it in once. Just once," he panted.

My lust-filled brain took a second to register what he said. "What? No! Don't-- Ah!'

He yanked on my hips and thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt.

"Ow!" I cried out while my pussy contracted around him. "No, Jeff! Stop! Please! No! That's too much! Noooo!" I squirmed and tried to get away, but he was holding me down, his firm hands gripping my hips. I felt so full and painfully stretched, like he'd shoved his cock all the way into my stomach. He'd gone too fast, stabbed into me too quickly.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, oh my God, you're so tight and warm. Oh shit this feels so good." He groaned and held himself deep inside me.

I whimpered, but it was starting to feel better. My inner walls were adjusting around his shaft, my body making room for its first hard cock. It was starting to feel good, but he shouldn't be doing this. "Jeff, no, please stop. Please, ah..."

"Nngh, shit." He grunted and didn't move. "Just... give me a second. Oh fuck. Your pussy feels so good. Just let me... for a second. Unh." He pressed in a little more. Ohmygod, mmm.

But... "No... No, Jeff. You can't. Please just take it out," I begged, tears coming to my eyes. I wasn't a virgin anymore, he'd shoved his whole cock into me, not just the tip, not just an inch. All of it.

But it was an accident, he hadn't meant to. If he just stopped now, we wouldn't really be having sex. It would be fine. Mostly.

He groaned and slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip inside me again. I pushed at his hands and twisted my hips, trying to get him to let go of me. My squirming must have excited him.

He surged all the way into my hungry pussy again.

"No! Oh!" He was pushing my body into the bed, my tits smashed into the sheets.

"Fuck! I- I'm just gonna- just a little... unh, unh, unh." He couldn't hold back anymore. He was thrusting into me, short little pumps, grinding the base of his cock against my opening. "Oh fuck, you're so tight and hot, I can't- oh fuck, I can't stop, you feel too good." He shuddered, frantically taking his pleasure in my freshly broken-in pussy.

And it felt amazing. I moaned even while I tried to get away, kicking and shoving weakly at the bed. At some point, my struggles became no more than thrusting back at him, my back arching, my ass grinding into his pelvis as his cock impaled my warm tunnel.

He panted. "Shit, oh fuck, you're so wet, oh, oh, oh, uhnnnn."

I moaned at the exquisite new feeling of a cock ravaging my hole, but it was over too soon.

His whole body spasmed.

There was something... oh shit. He wasn't using a condom because he wasn't supposed to be fucking me, and of course, I wasn't on birth control, which meant... I panicked. "Pull out, Jeff! Pull out!"

"Ah! I can't! Fuck! I'm coming! Oh fuck oh fuck yes!!" He rammed his cock deep into my pussy and twitched as he spilled his seed against my cervix, his thrusts erratic and hard.

"No! No- Ohh..." I whimpered. I could feel his hot cum spraying my insides, giving my pussy its first load of virile sperm. My newly christened inner walls clenched around him, my body delighting at the feeling of being filled, claimed. Our mixed juices began to seep out as he continued to pump, his movements less frantic but no less mindless.

I sobbed quietly while he finished, my shoulders shaking, my body shivering. I think he finally registered my soft cries when he stopped moving inside me.

"Oh shit Kate, are you ok? Did I hurt you?" His grip loosened on my hips; I'd probably have bruises later, but that was the least of my worries.

I shook my head wildly, my breath coming in tight gasps. "You came inside me, Jeff! What if I get pregnant? Oh my God. No no no." I sobbed, tears streaming from my face as I curled away from him, his cock falling out of me and a stream of our mixed fluids flowing onto the bed.

He touched my shoulder and I turned into his arms, pulling him on top of me. I was so used to his comforting embrace, his weight made me feel a little better. He pressed my head into his shoulder. "I'm sorry... Shh, it's ok. It'll be ok."

I let him hold me as I cried, my whole body shaking. I wasn't a virgin anymore. I'd gone from being a virgin to being so thoroughly taken that I could still feel cum dripping from my wet, throbbing, needy pussy.

While he held me, I was unconsciously shifting my hips and my legs, lightly grinding against him. My pussy wasn't satisfied, it was still hoping for more. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it felt good to slide my slick folds against him.

I didn't even realise what I was doing, what I was grinding against until the tip of his cock slipped into me again. He was still hard. Then I noticed that Jeff had gone very still, except for his shallow, quick breaths over my head.

I froze. He pushed.

I'd calmed down enough by then that lust was once again becoming the overriding feeling in my mind. But not completely.

"Jeff--"

He pushed again. My toes curled at the glide of his cock inside me. He grunted. "Nnngh. Sorry... you- you're so warm..."

I moaned and my butt lifted to meet his thrust. He surged and bottomed out, his pelvis hitting my clit, his cock filling me. Pleasure rolled through my body. God, he felt good. The warmth of his chest, the strength of his arms encasing my shoulders, the beautiful heat where our bodies joined--I wanted more, just a little more pressure--

But... but, this was wrong. I shouldn't be having sex, I wasn't ready for a baby. Oh God.

"No... stop... Jeff..." I whimpered and put my hands on his waist but didn't try to get away. He hadn't been able to stop himself from fucking me before, and I... I didn't want him to now.

He began to drag his cock out of my pussy and I wasn't sure what I felt. I should be glad. My warm inner walls squeezed and didn't want to let go.

"Oh fuck," he mumbled. Then slammed his cock back inside me.

"Oh!" I forgot the first letter of that shout. I meant to say no. I think.

"Nnh... Unh... oh, you're so tight." He started thrusting long and slow, panting into my hair.

"Wait... Jeff... ah..." But I was meeting his rolling hips, taking more of his cock with every delicious pump, his shaft driving increasing pleasure through my body.

"It's ok... we've already... unh, fuck... I already came in you... just let me... nngh..."

That was true. I wasn't a virgin anymore and my pussy was full of his cum. It wouldn't make a difference now, and he felt so good. This was basically the same fuck still, and I hadn't come yet, so maybe...

I moaned. "O-ok... ah, ah, um... but... you have to pull out... ok? Don't... cum in me again... Oh, mmm..."

It was difficult to think around his shaft sliding in and out of me. I was a moaning puddle of incoherent lust, my thoughts scattered by the pleasure flooding my system. All I could focus on was the feeling of his cock sliding into my wet heat and slowly retreating all the way before impaling me over and over, again and again, and again.

He thrust one more time and held still, groaning, his body tense. I twisted against him before I realized that he must be holding back, trying not to cum. A whisper of panic crept into my mind.

"Jeff... pull out... please..."

"Nnnh. Y-yeah." He grunted, still buried inside me, his breathing heavy above my shoulder. "I can... I just need a minute."

My hips started rolling again, trying to find more pressure. That sensation of rising pleasure was overwhelming. If I just rubbed against him a little more...

He groaned and met my thrusts with short, quick pumps, grinding into my clit with every thrust. "Oh fuck," he breathed.

So close. My legs wrapped around his back and I rolled my hips, pulling him as deep inside me as I could. All I cared about was finding that edge, that peak, and falling over it.

"Please... oh... mmm..." I gasped. I wasn't sure what I was asking for any more.

"Oh! Unnngh! Uh, uh, uh, yes, fuck, you're so tight, nnh!" His cock pistoned into me and threw me over the edge. My pussy clamped, my legs squeezed, and jolts of pleasure shot through me as my warm inner walls grabbed and pulsed around his cock.

"Ooohhh..." So, so good.

My squeezing must have set him off. He groaned. "Unh, I'm- I can't- I'm gonna cum! Fuck, yes!"

Faint concern had me mumbling, "No... not inside me... ohhh," but my legs still held him close, and I could feel his cock swelling, his quick and steady pace now a mad, erratic stab deep into my core.

He shoved his head into my shoulder. "Fuck yes, oh yes, unh, unh, unh, unnnnh! Arghhh!"

His cock twitched and spurted another stream of hot cum deep in my no-longer-virgin pussy. The heat set off another little wave of pulsing pleasure as my tight flesh tried to milk every drop of spunk from his shaft. More, more, more, yes, yes, yes--

Oh shit. No no no.

"Jeff... oh God..."

"Uh, uh, unh... fuck..." He deposited the last of his seed and collapsed, his spent cock buried in my twitching warmth.

My legs fell to the bed but I kept rubbing against him, all over him. His weight felt so nice, my pussy so satisfied, I didn't want anything to change. The whisper of my worries was too quiet.

I groaned when he slipped out of me, staring at me, at the fluid pouring out between my legs. "Oh, shit," he breathed.

His horrified tone brought my own distress to the forefront. I squirmed and another drop of our fluid slipped onto the bed.

"Jeff..." I bit my lip.

He ran a hand through his hair. "It's ok, it'll be ok. I love you. It won't happen again, I swear."

I nodded weakly, wondering how fast I could get on birth control and do it all over again.

[bigcockgothgf]

Your net feels heavier as you pull it back into your boat, grunting in frustration with each heave, bringing more of the woven line onto your small vessel as sweat already drenches your back. It hard work, work you can't pretend you don't hate, but the pay is good, and you don't mind the time you get to yourself. Though the company of someone soft and warm is a dream that haunts you each foggy morning, tenting your loose slacks and hardening your nipples under your open shirt.

You fear for a moment that it's some flotsam or some great clump of sea weed, but as the net grows more taught you feel a great struggle in it. A porpoise? A turtle? You hope to god it's just a marlin, not wanting to ruin the day of any innocent creature. With a final growl you haul the remainder of the line unto the deck, falling onto your back with a sigh, looking up and letting your draw drop as you see them.

Soft, in all the ways a lover should be; long, sea-green hair framing their round, friendly face. Lovely, bare breasts, heaving as they pant in exhaustion, wobbling slightly, perched atop a soft tummy that's comforting just to look at. A plump, bouncy rear that is inadvertently shown off as they struggle to get free, and the slightest peek at a puffy, inviting cleft between their thighs, a warm departure from the cold, brutal sea.

But as you look closer you begin to notice...oddities. hands and feet webbed together, patches of multicolored scales on their soft skin, vertical-slitted eyes, teeth a bit too sharp hidden behind plump, buttery lips. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can you hear her grunt in exertion. Just a grunt. A noise you make and hear on a constant basis, though maybe not so high pitched or soft. And yet it rings in your head, bouncing around the walls of your skull like a bullet, scrambling your brain. A rope of thin, hot pre-cum suddenly stains your pants and you notice how hot you are. A warmth has crept up on you, invading your breasts, your throbbing cock, even your full, heavy balls swinging between your legs. Even just the feeling of your nipples and cock rubbing against your thin clothes is enough to make you gasp.

You reach into your back pocket and pull out your shears, the creature is clearly in distress, you need to cut them free you need to-

The creature makes a sound of distress, in a language you don't speak, if it's any language at all. What did you need to do? It's suddenly too hard to remember, their voice occupying every thought. Why are you holding your shears? Was it always this hot? It's so hot for november. That's right, you were taking your clothes off weren't you? You set the shears aside and begin to strip down, the creature makes a sound of shock as they see your cock bounce free of your slacks, throbbing harder than you thought was possible, drooling pre-cum like a fountain. You hear their whimper and it racks your body, it wracks the boat, it sends a pulse through the entire sea. Your brain is a haze, there's nothing on the sea this foggy morning. No boat, no fish, nothing but you and them waltzing on the waves.

It doesn't seem like they're meaning to do this, as you approach nude from the waist down, they fight harder against the lines, but it doesn't matter. Millions of years of evolution have turned them and their kind's voice into an irresistible call to humans, something so deeply ingrained in both your nature and theirs that neither of you could hope to stop it. Normally they'd predate you, but this morning, you're the unwitting predator.

They cry out, attempting to turn from you and hop over the edge of the ship, but you're faster. You pin their arms over their head, their breasts pressing to cold deck as you slide your throbbing cock between their soft, warm cheeks, moaning and groaning in their ear. You feel so vocal, but your brain can't remember what order to put words in. Your brain can't remember anything except how to breed. The creature lets out a squeal as you guide your cock to their cunt. Puffy, soft lips envelop and kiss the throbbing head of your desire as you pant desperately, that squeal being all the push you needed to thrust your hips forward, sheathing your cock inside them, their plump ass jiggling from the impact of your hips meeting.

They're tight, so tight, too tight as your cock presses to their cervix. You let out an almost cute squeal of delight as you feel their silken, slick walls clench around you, trying to force you out as you invade them. They let out something between a moan and a scream, a desperate noise that knocks your head around and makes it hard to focus. All you can see is them, their plump ass, their soft back, their rounded shoulders and their flowing, sea-green hair.

You collapse on top of them, threading your fingers into their hair at the base of their scalp, holding on tight as you lift your hips, pulling back until only your throbbing tip remains inside their dripping cunt, before slamming your rod back into them with a gasp and a moan, another shot of pre-cum firing out of your cock and into their womb, your pent-up girl-cock driven to madness by their unwilling song.

You slowly work yourself into a rhythm, grunting each time your cock slams into their cunt like a battering ram. Your eyes are glued to the sight of your cock parting their plump, pink lips, their ass jiggling with the impact of each thrust. The sound of your heavy, full balls slapping against their thighs begins to keep tempo like a metronome, your grunts and gasps and moans starting to harmonize with the noises you're forcing out of the divine creature.

Your body wants more, your body needs more, your brain can't think of anything other than the beauty of the thing you're defiling. You flip them onto their back, spreading their legs and pushing them up, until their finned ankles rest beside their pointed ears. You thrust back into them as they cry out, their tits and soft tummy jiggling from the furious impact, your cock reaching deeper and thrusting harder with the added leverage. You lean down, pressing your lips to theirs and forcing them to part as your tongue slips inside. They taste like seasalt and fresh fruit. Your tempo begins to accelerando as their walls clench around you again, the clapping of your full balls against their ass now a constant, rapid staccato as you ravage them relentlessly. You pull your lips from theirs and for a moment your mouths are connected my thin, glistening strand of saliva before it breaks. They look up at you, tears in their eyes as they start to moan deeper, harder, no longer whimpering and grunting, but belting out long, sustained, vibrato notes as you stretch their warm, tight hole into the shape of your womanhood.

Their toes curl, still held up beside their ears, you can feel their walls begin to constrict and milk your throbbing, twitching cock. They start repeating something, a desperate, sexual sound that you can't understand, but it kneads your mind like a lump of dough, until finally they let out a long, loud squeal as their cunt clamps down on you, their plump lips quivering, their hips bucking, they try to hold back their voice but they can't, and they scream as they cum around your cock, a spray of water drenching your hips and thighs as they try and fail to fight against the orgasm,their pussy greedily milking you in direct disobedience of their brain.

Unlike them, you don't fight it. As their plush, heavenly walls stroke your throbbing cock you pound into them harder, forcing their orgasm into another, immediate release, into another, into another until their body is wracked in a rolling orgasm, your cock pulsing and twitching until you let out a triumphant howl, planting your hips firmly against theirs, the quivering tip of your cock kissing their cervix, before finally rope after rope of hot, thick girl-cum is forced into their womb. Your hips pull back and slam in with separated, shallow thrusts, each one punctuated by a heavy slap and a rope of potent seed. If the creature can be impregnated by you, they have, their eyes shooting wide as they try and say something, instead just moaning as they feel their womb swell from the inhuman amount of seed being pumped into them.

You aren't sure how long it's been. Your last memory, the sun was rising, and now the full moon hangs over your boat, shining a spotlight on both your tired bodies. Slow, loud claps echo across the still sea. The creature has been freed from the nets, though how and when are a mystery to you. Their body is covered in small, clear bruises, not coincidentally the size of your fingertips. Both of your waists are a mess; your legs are shaking, struggling to support your weight as you continue roughly pumping in and out of their cunt. Thick, hot ropes of seed coat not only both of your genitals, but your thighs, the deck, and nearly the creature's entire body. They lay limply under you, their chest slowly rising and falling, their mouth slightly parted, your warm cum dripping from between their plump lips. You watch as your cock reappears as you pull back, then disappears as you slam it back into their unconscious body. Another orgasm shakes your body, curling your toes. Your hands shoot to their cum-drenched tits, roughly groping them as your cock pulses inside them. You try to moan but your voice is far too hoarse; you try to ride out your orgasm but your hips are far too tired. Instead you cling to the creature, panting and gasping as your load is pumped into them, pushing out more of your seed as you fill them up for what must be dozenth time at least. You're amazed at how much is pumped into them, swelling their soft stomach, but at last it seems that you've been fully spent. You fall back onto the deck, admiring their stretched-out, cream-filled holes one last time before fatigue takes you, and you collapse, unconscious.

When you awaken again, you hear the crying of gulls and the bustle of the docks. The sun is beating down on your now fully-clothed body as you look up at it from the deck. The mess that you had so ravenously made is gone, as is the odd creature. In it's place you see a net, stuffed full of more fish than was ever caught in these waters. You sleepily try to make sense of the events in your mind, reaching into your back pocket to grab your shears and undo the tangled mass of line...only to find it replaced by a single sea shell.

You think you'll fish in those waters again tomorrow morning too.

[spicyraeman]

yea i don't have any excuses anymore [full ver. here(explicit)]

[imagineyourepregnant]

Siren Encounter

You find yourself laid out on the beach, naked on a towel, drying off in the sun. You feel the salt crystallizing on your skin, and you are cooled by a breeze. You close your eyes and start to drift off. When you’re almost asleep you hear a sound which pulls at your heart, eyes snap open and you realize the waves are making this sound. You walk into the sea like you’re in a trance, pulled deeper into the waves until you’re bobbing, still staring in a state of hypnosis. You feel him touch you, his hands across your chest feeling your soft, smooth body. The sound encompasses your whole head now, you’re brain quickly coming back to reality, realizing what’s going on.

The sound comes from his mouth, and now not only are you chasing his song, you’re chasing his touch. You feel his chest against your back and you relax. As your legs fall in the water you see expect to find legs to tangle with yours, but instead you hit one solid limb. You realize his skin isn’t not soft like yours either. It has much more texture, as you kick against him it feels almost rough. You’re looking at his eyes now, mostly frozen due to confusion and fear, and his eyes are black. You can’t even make out a pupil, despite the sun. So dark they draw you in, lost in the depth of it all. Just before you completely succumb to him, you realize he has a powerful tail in place of legs. Just as you start to realize what’s happening, you completely stare into his eyes, and you recognize that you are no longer in control.

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[virulent-forma]

Big Daddy belongs to the lovely @problemlysinful

And the chump getting wrecked belongs to me~

[ash-rigby]

Imagine acting as egg-laying relief for your ovipositor-bearing alien crewmate. Laying there as they fuck you and apologize in—albeit aroused—mortification that they let themself get so backed up and for just how many round, jelly-like eggs they keep pumping into you with every hard, quivering orgasm.

"I-I'm sorry. It's so much—th-they won't stooooop."

But their desperate fucking doesn't let up an inch. Their shaft keeps bulging with frequent throbbing expulsions. The eggs squeeze and shift together as they take up more space inside you and your focus is on how heavy and stuffed you feel as you cum.