I've done Readers being transported in the past before, but what about the opposite scenario?
Some knight or swordsman who somehow ended up in modern times, and you were the (un)fortunate soul to find him wandering in utter confusion. Was there some Renaissance Fair in town? Did you live next to a medieval convention? After a short exchange you're convinced this man is indeed speaking the truth, and his large weapon isn't just a fancy fake he dangles around for show.
For everyone's safety, you offer your home until whatever time-space aberration brought him here might also take him back to his bloodied battlegrounds. He appreciates your support, perhaps a tad too much.
He follows you around like a lost dog. Becomes strangely possessive of your company, which - in any other circumstance - would count as a cute, jealous display. In this case, however, it involves a massive barbarian who deals with conflict by cracking skulls and swinging the blade.
You've had to stop him from beheading your friendly neighbor who happened to touch your shoulder one moment too long. You can't just kill people like that, you scolded fervently after the incident. Well, why did his hand linger, your time-travelling partner retorted with oratory passion, if he didn't intend to challenge me?
You're starting to believe the ferocious knight isn't as eager to go home as he originally claimed. Didn't he have a kingdom to protect? A war to win? Could be, yet now he's found a different master to serve. You.
You had no idea what compelled you into going back to the forest, but there you were, wearing a skimpy outfit and walking around without any reason. You felt stupid, but also a bit excited. A bit turned on. The opportunity of finding the forest entity that fucked you too good to pass. You wanted a repeat… Well, more like you needed a repeat.
In the past couple weeks since it happened, you couldn’t think of anything else, your brain was completely stuck on him. (You didn’t miss the joke about being stuck on a tree-hole just to end up being stuck on a forest entity). Every second of every day you wanted to feel him again, to feel those vines and roots against your body, constricting your movements and leaving you at his mercy.
It was exhilarating, but the memory was not enough anymore. You burned down the batteries on two of your sex toys and had not enough energy to keep looking for more fun ways to get yourself off. Nothing was as good as the vines, nothing was as good as him.
So there you were, getting lost in the forest. On purpose this time.
You wandered for what felt like hours, until your body was tired and your anticipation dissipated into a more real sense of fear. You didn’t know where you were, if he didn’t show up at some point you’d be lost in the forest without a way to find your way back. You felt like you were walking in circles, unable to see anything as the sun started to set. Real panic started to fill your insides.
“You are lost and scared once again, but this time you have done this to yourself… Why?” His voice startled you, and you screamed. As you turned around, the vision of his strange face calmed you completely. He was there. He came for you.
A rush of adrenaline filled your body and your panties got wet. Fuck, that ethereal voice was messing with your libido big time. “I- I was looking for you.” You told him, voice caught in your throat as some vines and roots bloomed from the ground beneath your feet and lifted your body, undressing you in the process.
“For me? Why?” His utter confusion would have been cute if you weren’t suspended in the air with wines holding your arms and legs apart.
“I don’t know.” That was a weak ass response and you knew it. He tilted his head to the side like he was trying to decipher your whole soul with a look. Maybe he was doing exactly that, how would you know. “Okay, okay… I- I wanted a repeat,” you confessed in a murmur.
“Of what, human?” His uncanny features made your insides twist and turn, but also made you even more curious to know more about him. “There’s no balance to be restored now. Are you making a free offer to the forest?” He added. You didn’t think of that. You didn’t think of anything apart from getting fucked again. You were so dumb. Your face flushed at the acknowledgment that you got lost on purpose just to get fucked by vines. How freaky was that?
“I- Yes! Yes. That’s it,” you agreed, without really knowing what that would entitle. “I want… I want you to do that again… with the vines.” Your face burned as you said it.
Said vines took on their own and started caressing your body, like he wasn’t controlling them, as if they were a living organism on their own. That filled you with an unsettled feeling, but part of you liked that thought. Part of you wanted to be at the mercy of some mindless plant organism.
He turned around, not looking at you. Disappointed had a sour taste against your mouth. “I see…” He was leaving. He was leaving you there without even looking twice at you. Without an explanation.
“Wait! Are you going to leave me here?” You asked, panicked. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. The spike of fear mixed with anticipation and arousal, leaving you breathless.
“I need to retrieve something, I’ll be back.” Just as he was saying that, some more vines appeared in front of you and stuff your mouth until you couldn’t answer back, like a plant gag.
He left you there, mouth stuffed with vines and your body suspended in the air by plant-acles (plant tentacles?). As soon as he disappeared, the vines took a turn. More vines and roots appeared around you, touching you. Caressing every inch of your body. The ones in your mouth started thrusting into your throat until you were gagging and salivating around them. It felt like the messiest blowjob of your life as some more vines and roots caressed your nipples and clit. It was exhilarating.
But they wouldn’t finish you. The tentacles around you played with your sensitive areas, pinching, caressing, sucking… You were thrown against the edge a thousand times, but they never let you cross it. The vines moved and caressed around you, tightening and releasing parts of your body. It was maddening, the unfulfilled pleasure was driving you completely insane. Over and over for what felt like hours but was probably less than twenty minutes, the vines edged you until every caress felt like it was going to make you explode. But it didn’t. They didn’t let you.
When he reappeared in front of you, you could have sobbed. If you weren’t already crying because of the overstimulation and the edging. Tears ran freely down your face, mixing with the drool around the plant-gag fucking your throat. You felt used. And you enjoyed it, like the little pervert you were.
He looked at you for a few seconds, “I shouldn’t have left them unsupervised. My apologies, human.” His apology sounded a lot like a non-apology. He wasn’t sorry at all, he consciously left you there with wild vines edging you, the little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth was answer enough. “I found the compass.” You didn’t know what he was talking about, but the vines wouldn’t stop moving and you felt ready to explode. You wanted to scream at him, to beg him to end the torture to your senses and let you come. But he kept talking. “Now you would be able to find me,” he explained. He looked at you expecting an answer you were unable to provide. “Oh, the vines…” He moved his hand and the vines fucking your throat retracted.
You breathed deep before chanting: “Please, please, please…” You were unable to form any more words as you screamed and begged for release. “Please let me come. Pleaseeeee!”
“It’s okay, human. I’m here,” he told you softly.
His words sounded ominous, and maybe you should have trusted your instincts because before you realized, the vines around you were morphing and moving. Some of them constricted around your nipples, acting as improvised nipple clamps as he approached step by step to your naked and restricted body. He stood there for a few seconds, admiring his vine work.
And then, he raised his hand and you cried out. For the first time ever, he touched you. His fingers caressed the skin of your abdomen and made a trail lower and lower… When his finger touched your clit, you screamed at the top of your lungs. “None of that, you don’t want to bother the little animals, do you?” He didn’t give you time to react, he conjured a new vine around your head and gagged you.
That wasn’t the only new vine, soon enough there was one curling around your leg, approaching your center. He cooed at you when you whimpered, shushing you as he caressed your hair softly, his other hand still circling your clit.
The tender gesture was such a contrast with the sexual torture he was inflicting on your poor human body. You were dizzy by it. It was maddening. And when the vine pushed into your hungry cunt, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You groaned and moaned as he kept fucking you restlessly.
You were lost in the pleasure he was giving you. So lost that the first touch of a vine against your asshole caught you off guard. You tried to scream, but he wasn’t having any of that. The gag around your mouth pressed harder as you whimpered around it. You were breathing so hard you feared hyperventilation, but his soft touches to your side kept you focused. Bit by bit, the vine pushed inside your asshole until it was fully seated.
And just like that, it began. In perfect sync, the vines inside your pussy and ass started fucking you. It was better than anything you’d ever felt. It was so much more than you thought you could take. But he didn’t ask, he gave and you took.
He was looking at you with such intensity you felt hyperaware of every twitch, every groan and every bit of saliva you let out around the gag. But he still didn’t let you come.
“Just a bit more, human, you are doing great,” his voice was soft as he moved his hands to direct the vines around your body. In and out. In and out. They fucked you in tandem as he looked at you like you were his prize.
His encouragements were making you see stars and a thousand different lights behind your eyes. The assault to your senses so deep and profound you didn’t know how to feel anymore. You didn’t know if it was too much, if it was too little. You could only feel the vines moving in and out of your holes, the stretch and pressure of it against all your sensitive spots.
“Come for me human, give me your offering.” Like a magic word, you exploded on a thousand pieces as your body melted against the vines, a splash of your juices showering everything around you. “That’s, such a good human for me.” That was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.
You woke up next to your car, re-dressed and with a shiny compass next to you.
It’s finally here, I know I’ve been teasing with this story for weeks but life has been hectic and I wanted to do some requests, but here it is, the forest entity story. Hope y’all enjoy it!
The tree-hole debacle
Forest entity x fem!human || very light dub-con, tentacles (more like vines), bondage, squirting
Oh no. Oh, no, no, no... You kept chanting in your brain. You were trying to reach the fucking shiny thing you saw in the tree's hole and you got stuck. In the middle of the forest. All your torso inside a tree-hole and your legs kicking the air. You couldn't get out. You were stuck. You felt like you were living your own bad porno. Fuck.
You always knew your eagerness to pick stuff in the woods would bring you problems, but you never thought it would be in the shape of a tree. A fucking tree. You were just walking around the forest trying to find some good pieces to build some more fairy jewelry, who knew you could get stuck in a tree. And now you didn’t know what to do, how to get out. A spark of anxiety was creeping up your back. What if you died there? What if they found you dead in a tree-hole? They would think you are a weirdo. Well, in that they wouldn’t be wrong, but that would be so embarrassing. News would say something along the lines of “young girl found in a tree”, and that would be awful in so many levels. God damn it.
You tried crying for help, but you knew there wasn’t anyone coming, you never followed the path, confident you’d find your way back. And you always did, you have some kind of sixth sense about these woods, they called to you. And well, now you called whoever was listening to get you out of that damn tree-hole.
When you felt something creeping behind you, you started kicking your legs, trying to scare whatever animal was close. You didn’t want to be attacked by a random wolf or something. You didn’t even know what kind of animals could roam the forest, you were so careless in the way you explored the woods without thinking about it. You felt like a dummy now, a completely dumb woman who was now stuck in a fucking tree.
Something behind you let out a growl, you started to panic, moving your legs faster, making sounds to scare it away. A light caress to the back of your leg made you twitch, your whole body reacting with full on panic. But before you could scream, you were hanging out upside down, roots embracing your body. You were suspended in the middle of the woods, a weird creature made of leaves and some kind of mud in front of you. He slowly shook your body up and down, making you bounce in an uncomfortable way.
Your confusion, added to being upside down, made your head feel all kinds of dizzy. The roots around you seemed to come from everywhere, like he could control all the things around you. What was he? He answered you without having to verbalize your question: “I’m the spirit of these woods, and you, human, were asking for help. I came.” His voice sounded deep, like if he was talking from inside a cave, an echo of a real voice. Your body shivered.
“I- You- What?” Your confusion at everything happening was making your head spin. He turned you around, hanging you in an upright position this time, your feet still far away from the ground.
“You were screaming, the little creatures came to find me. And here I am,” he explained. His matter of fact statement made you think he was crazy. Maybe you were crazy. Maybe you did die inside that damn tree-hole and all of this was just an hallucination.
“Thanks?” You didn’t know if that was the correct answer, the vines and roots around your body wouldn’t stop twitching, touching, careful not to touch any of your most vulnerable parts. But hey were exploring everything else, caressing your hair, your cheeks, your legs… “Can you put me down?” You asked.
“No.” That instant denial should have scared you, but weirdly enough, you didn’t feel fear or panic anymore. Your body was calm, your mind completely quiet and relaxed. What kind of weird mojo was he doing to you? “You asked for the help of a forest spirit, you need to repay your debt now.” You looked at him expectantly, trying to convey you needed more explanation. He didn’t say anything.
“What the fuck does that mean?” You finally asked, a spark of anger rising inside your chest.
He nodded as if your question was answered like that and said: “I will take you now.” The vines around you started to pull at your clothes. You struggled against the hold, but they were so strong and tight that you could barely move some millimeters.
You struggled harder, screaming at him: “What? No!” You looked at him with all the fire inside of you. If looks could kill, he’d be killed right there, right now. But it wasn’t the case. He just looked amused at your struggles. But he stopped the vines from moving, some of them hovering over your tits and mouth, so close you could smell the petrichor smell they emanated. It was intoxicating.
“You have to pay, human. The balance must be restored.” That made no sense to you, he talked about restoring balance as if you had a debt with the forest or something. What?
“But I didn’t ask for your help.” He looked back at you skeptical, his dark eyes so expressive even though he didn’t have eyelids or brows. His face was so weird, but enthralling at the same time. “Okay, I did need help, but I don’t- I don’t want to have sex with you,” you lied through your teeth.
The truth was that you were aroused, the vines around your body were making you all kinds of horny. You always dreamed of being tied down, of being at the mercy of your partner as they took their fill off you. And without knowing it, he was restraining you, making all your fantasies come to the surface and making your pussy tingle. But you weren’t going to say that to him.
“What is sex, human?” The question caught you off guard, how could he not know what sex was?
“You… You said you’d take me.”
He was looking at you intently, like the answer to your unasked question was obvious and you were just dumb. Maybe you were. “I’ll give you pleasure so your juices can fertilize my forest,” he explained. You could what?
“You what? Fertilize? What?” And then it clicked. “You want to make me cum?” It seemed so random you couldn’t fully process what that meant.
“I believe that’s how humans call it, yes.”
You argued with the angel in your head, but the demon rapidly won the argument and before you could process it fully you were saying: “I- I- Okay.” Your voice was barely a whisper but he nodded and the vines around you closed more firmly against your body, making you shiver. It was weirdly comforting to be held so tightly.
You clothes were pushed away, thrown carelessly to the ground and you found yourself wrapped in vines and roots, suspended in the air. He opened your legs fully, exposing your holes to his eyes. He approached you then, his weird face close to your pussy, but not touching. The leaves around his head tickled the inside of your legs as he inspected you, his breath cold against your heated skin. You whimpered, being exposed to him so openly was embarrassing beyond belief, but the juices dripping off your cunt were even worse.
He reached around him and took some kind of leave, different to the ones covering his head. He squeezed it until a clear substance formed. He coated one of the vines with, the vine shifted into a wider form, cupping your whole pussy, coating it with the substance. At first, you felt nothing, but suddenly scolding heat ran through your body and you came. Just like that. You came faster than ever, he didn’t do anything, he didn’t touch your clit, your entrance… He just put some magical liquid over your cunt and made you cum. What the fuck?
You didn’t get to catch your breath before another vine was proving your entrance, making you moan loudly as it pushed inside. Two more vines appeared, framing your boobs and squeezing, some leaves playing with your nipples at the same time. The pleasure was maddening. The combined sensation of the vine entering you and the leaves was so overwhelming that you came again. This time your scream was cut short when another vine pushed against your asshole. Surprise and arousal made you arch your back, which was fruitless, the restrains on your body so tight you couldn’t move at all.
He was still close, observing the vines playing with your body, controlling everything but not touching you. You felt dehumanized, you were just a means to an end for him. And that made you hot. You could be anybody, everybody. He didn’t care. He just wanted your juices… And he was milking every drop off you.
The vine on your pussy pressed against your G-spot, the sensation too rough and raw. Some more juices gushed around it as you came again. He hit and probed and pushed and made your mind go blank as he transformed your body into a pleasure machine. You came, and came, and came. You were sure there was a river down your legs at that point. You were crying, tears running down your face as he assaulted all your sensitive areas at once. Your body felt like an exposed nerve.
When you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pushed a new vine in your already overflowing pussy. You saw stars as the vines inside of you intertwined. You were so full, so sensitive, you couldn’t stop crying in pleasure, your voice long gone.
And then something inside of you broke completely and you were peeing. Peeing? No, squirting. He made you squirt. Your juices flowed over him, showering his leaves like summer rain. You ascended to another plane, the pleasure beyond human realm, the orgasm so good your brain broke a bit.
He stopped abruptly, his leaves shiny and his face contorted in some sort of a grin. “That would be all, human. You paid the debt to the forest.” You blushed deeply as he lowered your naked body to the ground, a bed of moss forming under you. “I’ll see you soon,” he muttered as he disappeared before your eyes. The earth literally swallowed him.
[ Werewolf Boyfriend Got You Pregnant? Well, Now He Has to Get You Off ]
content: tit sucking, p in v
tw: lactation, pregnancy
You whimper in your sleep.
You had a dream, something incredibly sweet, fun, and teasing, but you can't remember it anymore. All that is left is your tingling pussy below your baby bump.
Your werewolf boyfriend is right behind you, spooining you, and his snout curls next to your cheek. "You smell so good..."
His cock is already prodding between your thighs, and his big paw kneads your aching breast. He is gentle, cupping it and rubbing your sensitive nipple.
His narrow canine glans peeks between your plush legs, already moist. Your pussy throbs from need. "I'm so horny," you moan, reaching backwards to hold his head.
"I know, my queen. Let me make you feel good." He lifts your leg and slides his entire length along your dripping pussy while groping your swollen tit. "All full of my pups, but your cunt wants more."
You grind your rear against his crotch. "My belly is full, my tits are full— but my cunt isn't."
With a playful growl, he slides his cock inside you, and you shudder from delight. You are so used to his size, and you love every centimeter of it. His claws, his teeth, his fur —all perfect.
He is gentle, slowly pushing his phallus in and out, until his knot hits you. The round flesh rubs against your entrance, and the curly hair on his belly tickles your anus. You are so moist from lust that his fur quickly becomes wet and sticky.
"Mine... mine..." he breathes into your ear before lowering his big head to your chest. He uses his long tongue to lift your tit into his maw. You whimper once his tongue rolls over your nipples and milk drips.
"Yes... fuck... yes..." Your moans are sometimes enough to make him cum, but he doesn't want to reach his peak before you. This is about you, and only you. He follows your voice, your trembling, your shallow breathing, adjusting his speed, until you scream his name and cum around him.
Yes, he thinks to himself, still holding your leg up, still sucking your tit, enjoying your breathless moaning, and with a final thrust, he spills his hot semen inside you, like so many times before.
Your pussy is satisfied, but you are tired again. You drift back to sleep, and your boyfriend caresses your stomach, pleased to make you so big, full, and happy.
Request: Just maybe the general idea of not believing/looking for/expecting like ridiculous sexual pleasure then being convinced if that makes any sense! Also a fan of rough sex without it being sadistic and still pleasurable! It could also be a single monster! stranger-roommate-friend whichever! If only small pieces of this get the brain juices flowing in a complete opposite direction, I would not be upset in any way. I would even love a story of just fem autistic reader falling in love with a huge monster or a slice of life! I am just excited to see what you make! I hope this is something you can work with! Thank you so much
A/N: I laughed so hard at some of the lines here, I find myself hilarious, ngl. Enjoy!
Pheromoned
Minotaur x fem!reader || dub-con, accidental heat (kinda?), rough sex, (light) dirty talk, (mentioned) oral sex
It all started in the weirdest way possible. You’d been living with him for a while already, at least half a year, and he never showed much interest in your hobbies or spending time with you. And you were fine with it, you didn’t have to be friends, you were only roommates after all. But someday… It changed.
You didn’t know why he did it, but he started hanging out with you almost constantly out of the blue. If you were home, he was in the same room as you, it was like he couldn’t get enough of you. But you didn’t question it much, he could be lonely, and you definitely felt better when he was around. He was so sweet and kind, always offering to cook for you, always giving you compliments and snuggling with you when your day was shitty. It was like having a best friend. A very big, very beefy, and very hot best friend. One that made your pussy get wet. But you could ignore that in favor of hanging out and having a good time.
But lately, things have started to escalate. Your response to him gets hotter and hotter. You don’t know what’s happening to you, maybe you are ovulating or something, because every time he’s close to you, your pussy is clapping for attention. You get used to being constantly wet around him. It’s intoxicating. It’s like your pussy is salivating for his cock, and damn… You want to jump his bones very badly. But you can hold it together. You really can. You aren’t going to ruin your friendship because your pussy wants to be all slimy next to him.
But it’s getting harder and harder (or more like wetter and wetter).
He gets closer to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pressing you close to his side. You inhale deeply, and feel a literal gush of desire soak through your panties. You feel so embarrassed that you have to excuse yourself, running to your room. You are in such a hurry that you don’t hear him following you.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” He sounds so concerned, and looks so cute… You wonder how his dick would feel buried deep down your throat, how nice it would be to bounce on it while he gropes your tits, how wide he would stretch your pussy while he fucks you from behind.
You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. “Yes! Yeah!” Your exclamation sound so fake you cringe at your own words. “I’m perfectly fine,” but your voice breaks at the last word in a high-pitched tone that only makes you feel weirder about the whole thing. Your pussy is still gushing, and you can feel heat all over your skin. And he looks so fucking good…
It takes you a total of three seconds to close the space between you two, throwing yourself at him. Literally. He catches you mid air with a huff of surprise before he cradles you against his chest. Your hands find his horns instantly, and he moans against your mouth when you go for it. You massage the base of his horns, where he confessed he feels the most, while you claim his mouth like you are desperate for him. Because you are. Very desperate. You feel like your life is going to end if you don’t get his dick to kiss your cervix in the next couple of minutes.
“We should- Fuck!” He curses when you grind down on his cock, your legs around his waist while you do your best to create friction between your bodies, biting down on his neck. “We should talk,” he breathes out but his hands are groping your ass, pulling at the waistband of your shorts and lowering them enough to pull at your thong. The rubbing of the fabric over your clit makes you scream his name, much to your embarrassment and his delight.
“Later. We talk later. I need your cock. Please. Please. Give me your cock,” you are being incoherent, but you don’t care. You need it. Your pussy is crying for him and he can wipe the tears with his huge minotaur dick.
“Okay. Okay. Get to the bed,” he orders, trying to get you off his body, but you only cling harder. You squeeze your legs around his middle, grinding your pussy against his abs and rubbing his horns until his knees buckle under him. “Fuck. No bed. Okay. No bed. Whatever you want.”
He pulls at the fabric of your pants until you hear something ripping, you don’t fucking care. You release one of his horns to slip it between your bodies and pull his cock free. You are so grateful he’s wearing sweatpants.
He puts your thong to the side, sniffing the air and moaning. “Fuck, you are dripping, aren’t you? Goddess, you are perfect.”
He positions himself, trying to go slow. But you are above all that. You sink down in one long thrust that makes his legs give out under him. His knees hit the ground with a soft thud, and he groans in pain, but you don’t fucking care. You are already bouncing on his minotaur dick like you are in a rodeo and aiming for the first prize.
He’s huffing and puffing, holding you close against his chest while you go crazy above him, fucking him with all your might. You are having the time of your life and he looks like he’s holding on for dear life. You are pretty sure your hips are going to end up bruised, but you don’t fucking care because his dick is huge and it’s pressing against every single pleasure point inside of you. It’s driving you insane in the best way possible.
Your first orgasm hits you like a brick to the head, your whole body going lax and then thrashing above your minotaur roommate. Unable to control your extremities, you almost hit him in the head while your body shakes with a pleasure so high you could barely describe it. You ascend into another dimension. Into another plane of existence. Your pussy is singing with the angels and his dick is the melody.
But your body craves more. It craves so much more.
You continue riding him, chasing the edge of pain and pleasure due to overstimulation, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, the tip of his dick hitting your G-spot with each thrust. He’s making sounds not known by humans, but you don’t even care.
He’s grabbing at you like a lifeline while you continue biting his neck and holding onto his horns. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, precum so copious it’s starting to mix with your juices, ruining his pants completely. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, helping you up and down his shaft again and again.
You come half a dozen more times before he finally releases everything he’s holding. He cums so deep inside of you, it’s almost like he’s fucking your throat. You let out a whimper that could easily be his name, but also anything else. You feel boneless, completely exhausted and thoroughly fucked. You are in heaven. He lowers his body until you are cuddled against his chest, his heartbeat still going rabbit-fast.
“The pheromones worked way better than expected,” he says with a chuckle between labored breaths. His whole chest shakes, and it takes you a second to catch up with what he just said.
“What do you mean?” You ask, your breathing is equally erratic after that good fucking. Your brain is still swimming in a daze of pleasure and minotaur dick.
He kisses your forehead, making you blush. Because apparently after fucking dirty, you would blush after a little kiss. “Minotaurs exude pheromones when we find our mate, and I’ve been trying you to catch up for months. I thought the pheromones would help and well… You did become pussy-dazed for me,” he explains.
You pull at his chest until you can look at him in the eyes, anger coiling inside of you. “You pheromoned me?!” Your voice is shocked and high-pitched.
He shakes his head, apologetically, trying to get you back to his chest. “For us, babe. I did it for us. Didn’t you like my dick?” He sounds almost pitiful with that question, and you feel a tiny bit bad for him.
But not enough to let him go so easily. “What are you tal-” You ask, equal parts offended and confused.
He rolls over you so fast you can’t process his movement before his big head is between your legs and his tongue is licking your whole pussy in one long lick. Whatever you were going to say gets lost in the pleasure of his tongue against your clit while you hold onto his horns for dear life.
◇♡◇Pussy portals and tentacled tongued monsters. Yes, please!
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You wait a week before opening it. The random box that appeared on your doorstep. No return address or sender listed.
Inside was a smaller box, white with a bunch of small foreign script. The front face pictures a golden ring pinched between two blue, clawed fingers.
Opening the package you slip the smooth, solid gold band free from a velvet drawbag. It's a bit smaller than a bracelet and surprisingly heavy. Maybe it's a bangle meant to be permanent once you manage to force it on? The monster fingers on the packaging are odd though. Probably a costume company with good quality jewelry.
You shrug it off, tossing the little metal band onto the coffee table with a clink.
It's hours later, after you've settled down on the couch, nose deep in a dirty novel that the gold band starts to vibrate. Rattling violently against the glass table, a white-ish blue glow begins slowly circling in towards the center of the ring. You stare on dumbly as the little portal fully forms and seconds later a tongue unfolds from the alien device.
Pink, long, with a base lined in contracting suckers. The tentacle tongue licks at the air reaching for you, blue saliva dripping in globs down the thick appendage.
Your cunt throbs at the sight.
A needy whine echoes through the portal, the tongue twisting to show off its tentacle underside to entice you in. You don't second guess it. You'd debate the mortality of it all later. You snatch up the portal.
Out of curiosity, and a needy itch under your skin, you bring the alien tongue close to your face, barely hesitating before licking between the suckers of the firm muscle. It stiffens under your soft tongue, suckers pulsing erratically, before turning pliant and dancing up along your tongue, the muscle hungrily filling the inside of your mouth. It's warm, saliva a bit sweet and your eyes roll back as it forces your mouth wide, filling until it's gently pushing down your throat.
Laid out on your back you let the ring just rest on your face. As the monster manages to work their tongue deep into your throat you actually feel their lips ravage yours through the portal.
There's only so much of the deep, stroking licks you can take. There's nowhere to breathe around greedy muscle.
You both whine as you drag the portal away, forcibly removing the monster. But it only takes you a second to shove your shorts down.
Twisting around you kneel wide on your couch. You position the portal below you, quick to slide the slick tongue through your wet folds. The disembodied, satisfied groan has you tossing your head back and dragging the muscle along your body. The motion broken as suckers latch to your skin, to your clit. You do it again, roughly shoving them along, enjoying the greedy way the suckers try to keep hold of you.
You grind along the appendage, teeth dug into your bottom lip as the tongue flattens along you, the suckers ravishing what they can latch to. The steady pull brings you straight over the edge. You twitch against the muscle, riding out the heady waves before dislodging the tentacle once more, wet little pops filling the air.
You line the dripping tip to your core.
The monster teases their tongue around your spasming hole, cool saliva mixing with your warm juices. The monster pushes in slow, tongue twisting into your heat, exploring each soft wall like it did your mouth.
It feels a little funny at first, the way it explores the inside of your body, humans an unknown to this species, but the way it fills you and just keeps filling leaves you drooling over yourself.
The monsters tender at first, focused on stroking licks from your entrance to the squishy flesh around your cervix. It buries deep into this space with each stroke, repeatedly rearranging your gut as it pushes as far as your body allows. Then the suckers latch on.
You squeal, shooting up and trying to pull away from the sudden intoxicating pleasure. The monster doesn't release you, only sucking along your walls harder, pulsing more than pumping in its lodged position.
Unable to stay up you collapse to your couch, face and chest pressed to the cushions. The band stays perfectly in place against your cunt from the tongue inside you.
When your walls ache and spasm around the slow, pulsing muscle it suddenly releases you, quickly dragging out to the tip. A rough, thick finger brushing your skin as the monster holds the portal in place. You feel its hot breath fan over your folds. You whine and twitch back against it.
The moment you get frustrated with the monster's edging and lean away, it shoves all the way back in, the base suckers latching on while the others only kiss along your walls. You're held in place, the monster has full control and uses it to roughly pump its length through you.
It fucks you stupid. That thick muscle filling your cunt until you swear you feel it low in your belly. Pressing into all the hard to reach nerves, hitting them with every squirming thrust. Even as your body spasms, cunt constricting what little it can in your stuffed state, your release gushing through the portal and making a mess on your couch, those base suckers cling to you.
The monster wrings three more from your soft walls before it suddenly seizes inside you. It has you so full, still you feel the rush of cool fluid force its way into the lack of space. Another rush of need strokes your belly as the monster slowly slips free, stroking every inch with care to drag out any sensitive aches. The monsters release sticks to your walls, the excess creating a slow trail from your hole.
There's so much seeping out, dragging up your belly. The release almost reaches your bellybutton before that rough finger reappears. The monster stuffs the thick fluid it can reach back into your hole with obscene wet sounds. You reach and adjust the portal so the monster can push the fluid all the way back up.
You lay there dazed and gently rocking your hips to meet the possessive way it shoves its release back inside you.
Satisfied with your filled cunt, the monster gives you another thorough lick before softly kissing your hole, finishing with a gentle suck on your clit. It keeps that worshipping attention on your plump nerve, sucking until your spent body gently rolls with another brush of an orgasm. The monster cleans your release, again.
Reluctantly, it ends the connection, immediately adding you to their favorite 'free use' list.
The portal blinks out and drops to the couch. You stay panting, hips rocking into your cushion for several minutes. Mind replaying every mind numbing stroke of this monster's body exploring yours.
There has to be a way for you to control this thing. To request more.
No thoughts of a job, no worrying about a partner, no taxes, no groceries, no rent.
And all it took was being kidnapped by aliens.
You weren’t always so easy to work with, you’d screamed and cried when you initially saw the species that kidnapped you: 8 feet tall brutes with soft fur that was a colour beyond your comprehension, a few too many eyes and wide mouths with rows of blunt teeth that were meant to rip your flesh. Almost as if a werewolf had been mutated with alien genes, and yet despite their terrifying presence, they were gentle, and persistent.
And surprisingly devoted.
Maybe there were others like you on the ship, but they seemed to spend a particular amount of time and affection on you. Pampering you, making sure you had enough to eat, even cuddling you when you grew accustomed to the feeling of their fur. Their long thick tongues swiping at your soft skin when they held you, you couldn’t decide if they were trying to clean you or give you little kisses.
But eventually you grew to look forward to them visiting you. You weren’t tied up or trapped, they had made you a nest of soft fabrics and furs, and they visited you three times a day.
Every single time, you got knotted.
Call it bimbofication, call it mind control, call it manipulation, call it whatever you want, but you craved that blissful emptiness that came with being stuck on an alien knot for hours on end. Acting like an overexcited puppy when one of them would enter your room on the ship, and they’d dot on you and pamper you rotten. They’d planned on experimenting on you, that was the whole purpose of abducting you in the first place, but along the way you’d become somewhat of a pet to them.
You got woken up from your nest by feeling grumbling purrs from the alien you fell asleep on, their knot locked in you after filling you with load after load last night. Not a single drop leaking out as it made sure you took it all, wanting to savour the sweet warmth that was your hole. It’s large hand rubbing over your lower abdomen, plush little tummy bulging a little from how deep it’s cock rested in you. It’s hips grinding forward it gentle but needy little rolls, panting into your neck as it made sure you took everything. You mewled and melted as you nuzzled its chest and taking in its scent, the alien musk you grew to crave. Pawing softly at its fur as you tried not to squirm while it moved in soft little thrusts. Panting into its neck as you felt yourself being completely stuffed, the flared tip kissing a spot so deep in you it shouldn’t be possible, the knot plugging your little hole.
You had no concept of time, not sure if it had been hours, seconds or minutes that the alien stayed seated in you, but eventually the knot started to deflate. Making you whine into its furry chest at the sensation before it licked your jaw. A slick pop! as its lengthy cock slipped out of you, retracting into its body. It’s tongue moving closer and sliding into your mouth softly, licking into your mouth. Your brain so blissfully hazy from being stuffed, all you did was melt and suck on its tongue like it was candy, your whole body relaxing as its big clawed hand slid down your back before gently resting you down on the nest. Breaking the kiss as its hand slid over your abdomen, its eyes watching the thick white liquid leak from between your legs, almost looking remorseful that it couldn’t knot you again. One final lick to your neck before the alien left, very reluctantly going about its day even though it would dream of your slick warmth every second.
You did your normal washing routine, nice and clean and basking in the softness of your nest, getting to spend every day naked as can be. Your eyes were about to close when you heard the metal door hiss as it slid into the wall, another alien coming into the room. You knew the drill by now, crawling from your bed and kneeling in front of the intergalactic creature, nuzzling its hip and melting as it pet your hair so gently.
They never spoke to you, the only language between the two of you was soft purrs and deep rumbly and affectionate growls. It looked down to you and held your head gently as it let its cock harden. Leaning down to lick into your mouth as its cock inflated, a deep purple appendage as thick as a forearm and as long as one too. A flared tip with ridges along the side and tip, a knotted base pulsing a little as the kiss broke. Panting softly as you looked up at it with puppy like hazy eyes, lips parting with a needy drunkenness.
It cradled your head gently as it slide its tip into your mouth, they knew you couldn’t take it all, but you didn’t need to take it all. You just needed to stretch your lips around that flared tip so you could take your feeding.
Soft laps of your tongue along the slit of the flare, eyes fluttering closed as you got comfortable, purring softly while dragging your tongue. A deep affectionate growl could be heard from above you before you felt its cock pulse against your tongue. In slow spurts, it filled your mouth. A sweet sticky substance that tasted almost like honey and was just as thick, white and heavy spilling on your tongue and into your mouth.
Softly swallowing around the flared cock head, lapping your tongue gently to curl the come further into your throat, letting it fill up your little mouth before swallowing it down. Not a single thought in your head, not needing to hold your head up because the sweet alien above did it for you, no thoughts of what you needed to do today because you didn’t need to do anything. All you had to do, was swallow before the sweet discharge leaked from your mouth, a simple job for such a cute pet.
Sucking lovingly around the flared head and purring, melting at how the alien pet your hair slowly, consistent grumbling coming from deep in its chest as your sweet little mouth milked its cock. The knot flaring even though it knew it wouldn’t be locking in you, not yet.
Breathing through your nose as your tongue lapped at the slit for more of that thick come dripping down your throat. The alien rocking its hips slightly from how good your tongue felt. It’s other hand flexing, claws retracting as it tried not to grip you too hard as it felt its release building up. Sweet growly noises rumbling from its chest as it nearly panted, the way you swallowed around its cock had its thighs tensing, getting closer and closer.
It didn’t need to warm you, as you knew by now that when you felt it pulsing against your tongue, you needed to take a deep breath through your nose before it spilled into your mouth. A deep growl filling the air as you swallowed greedily one after another as the thick sweet come filled your mouth in long spurts, a little leaking from your mouth. Licking and swallowing over and over till you milked the alien dry, your first feeding of the day officially done.
It slid the tip from your lips and as its cock retracted, it leaned down with a bliss in its eyes as it licked the mess from your chin and cheeks, its version of affection before it left, looking back at you like it was smitten before it had to leave.
You crawled back to your nest, eyes heavy and a happy little smile on your lips, sighing and daydreaming about the next alien who’d come wake you up from your nap and knot you again, who’d pamper you with cuddles and proper food and affection, like they all considered themselves your mate.
Yawning softly as you curled up, ready to take a nap. Nearly falling asleep to the idea of all your alien mates licking along your neck, a couple of tongues down your throat, sweetly squirming a little as you were about to fall asleep.
Going on your first ever trip alone was a scary thing. Especially when the place you were traveling to was the infamous Monster City. Humans were rarely ever allowed inside, only permitted when all its citizens were out of their breeding seasons. All in order to protect their human neighbors and keep the peace.
But that also left the whole city as one big mystery to you. So although you were excited to go somewhere new, you didn’t know what to expect.
The only thing you could think to do was look online. All you the online forums said the same thing. Every monster citizen recommended you Rent A Monster Bf for the day. Given they had packages that allowed them to act as a kind of tour guide while also giving you protection. The idea made your cheeks burn up in a blazing hot blush.
You couldn’t actually do this, could you? Rent a monster to act as your bf for the day. There were all sorts of different packages. Offering short dates to long dates, having them pretend to pay for everything on your outings, to taking real-looking couples photoshoots. That was definitely doing too much, there’s no way you could do that while keeping your head on straight.
By the end of the day there was no way you wouldn’t catch some kinda feelings. It would be better if you just handled the trip in your own and hoped for the best walking around blindly.
“Hi! Are you from the Rent A Monster Bf Service?” You ask the painfully sexy ass monster holding a sign with your name on it after stepping off the plane.
The whole process was a lot more simply than you originally thought it was gonna be. You told yourself, after giving in and just doing it, that if you hit a snag then you’d just forget the whole thing. But the agency made every step of the way so damn easy for you.
You sent them all the details for your hopes and dreams when going on this trip in a very long email. In response they sent you five listings, each of a different monster. The listings included their occupations, hobbies, accomplishments, and anything else that was notable to add.
Out of all the monsters you picked the one that was your type to a T, both in looks and personality. After choosing your boyfriend you received confirmation with a full itinerary that listed everything he had planned. From the start of the date to the very end of it. Starting by picking you up from the airport.
Now here you are, eyefucking him like a feral beast as he picks your heavy suitcase up with ease. Imagining him picking you up like that and throwing you around. Arousal gushes out of you, soaking your panties within minutes and— fuck!— you really hope his kind of monster can’t smell a humans emotions.
You watch him tilt his head in the air and sniff. Breath catches in your throat as your pussy clamps shut, as if that’ll trap the scent already surely wafting around you. Luckily it seems he doesn’t notice it as he moves to the passenger side and opens it for you like a true gentleman.
The whole day he acts like an absolutely perfect bf while showing you around the city. When you went to restaurants he’d pull out your chair for you, yanking it close to his side once you sat down and taking in deep lungfuls of your scent.
He’d feed you, laugh at how flustered you got, and talked with you like you’ve known each other forever. His eyes flickering across your face in search of something deeper.
During museum tours and tourist attractions he’d hug you from behind or hold your hand. Always touching, always keeping you close like he was trying to make a claim in front of the other monsters.
Worse was how he’d always offer to take photos of you, or you two together. Whispering warmly in your ear, “I don’t want you to forget a second to this.”
It was seriously ducking with your head. And your poor neglected pussy that wasn’t seen any action in months was reaping the consequences. Everything he did set you on edge. Your panties were ruined by now, soaked through and dripping to the point it was uncomfortable. You don’t know why your body is responding like this, it’s not like you.
But he was just so damn sexy, his body sculpted by the gods to fit your ideal type and his face… he was the most beautiful being you’ve ever seen. It nearly blinded you how hot this man was.
This act he was putting on wasn’t helping at all because as much as you tried to remind yourself you bought this service, you were failing, falling hard for his charms. Leaving you mad horny and two seconds from shooting your shot.
Somehow by some miracle you managed to restrain yourself till the end of the date. Good thing too because your mind was beginning to play tricks on you. Imagining his hand was holding yours a little tighter, his breathing coming in short pants and growing shorter throughout the day, pupils dilated with lust, and his body trembling with restraint.
For some reason he kept checking his watch and you wondered why. Just as you were about to ask it goes off and he instantly sighs in relief. Now officially off the clock he doesn’t waste another minute, whirling around to face you, his claws hands cup your cheeks as he crashes his lips against yours. You make a noise of surprise that he eagerly swallows as you two stumble into your hotel room.
“I-I’m—hah!— sorry, my rut isn’t due for another two weeks, it’s never this early. But I just spent the last twelve hours drowning in the scent of your arousal when I’d rather be drowning between your thighs. Must’ve triggered it,” he growls, all but pushing you on the bed. You barely process his words before he’s on top of you and ripping your clothes off.
Hour after hour passes in the blink of an eye. His hips are a blur of movement as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your needy fat cunt. Never seeming to stop his relentless rhythm like he’s possessed or something. And hell maybe you are too with the way you’re bucking into his thrusts, riding his cock for all it’s worth.
The two of you are like animals as he takes you from the front, the side, against every piece of furniture in the room, to the sloppiest of backshots on the bed. Your throat is raw from all the screaming, the force of his hips wetly smacking against yours sends pleasure to explode throughout your body in the most mind blowing of ways.
Everything is sloppy and filthy, allowing him to slide in impossibly deeper. His cockhead making out with your cervix each time he bottoms out. Yet still you crave more.
You want his knot.
Using every trick in the book you start rolling your hips and clamping down, milking his cock like you’re tryna draw it out of him. He groans in bliss, fucked out and drunk off your pussy as he falls to nuzzle into your neck. That’s when you feel it, his knot nudging at your entrance.
While he tries to take it slow, ease it into you, you’re far too impatient. Having waited all day for this. So with a jerk of your hips you stuff his knot deep inside your cunt with one sharp stroke.
Immediately it throws him over the edge, his knot swelling up big within you. The stretch of his knot and the sensation of his hot seed flooding your tight channel has you reaching your peak right with him.
Sobs of ecstasy wrack through your chest as you fuck each other through the waves of pleasure tingling within you. He holds you tightly against him, talking you through it and whispering praises in your ear till you two collapse on the bed from exhaustion.
Your bodies are still locked up tight from his knot. And from the way he keeps grinding in deeper you have a feeling it won’t be going down anytime soon.
Well, it seems like you’ll be extending your stay a night… or three. Only to help him through his rut. It seemed fair that you provide him with your services after he had provided you so thoroughly with his. And who knows what may happen after that.
The ruins smelled like rain and something else. Something warm. Alive.
You didn't notice it until too late.
The walls dripped with it—a violet iridescent sheen that caught what little light filtered through the collapsed ceiling. Glossy. Pulses of deeper purple moved through its mass like slow heartbeats. You stepped closer, curious despite the prickle at the back of your neck.
Shouldn't have done that.
The slime moved.
It poured from the walls like water defying gravity, coalescing into a shape that made your breath catch. A huge blob of shimmering purple, its surface so glossy you could see your own terrified reflection staring back.
A round head formed on top—no features, no eyes, no mouth, but somehow watching. Limbs dripped from its main mass, thick and sinuous, leaving trails of viscous purple that squelched on the cold stone floor.
You ran.
Your sneakers slipped on the wet flagstones. You made it three steps before something caught your ankle.
Shlrp.
Purple tendrils wrapped around both your legs, yanking you off your feet. Before you could scream, more of them coiled around your wrists, your waist, hauling you backward across the slick stone. The slime's main body loomed above you, violet iridescence gleaming like oil.
"Let me go!" You thrashed, bucking against the hold. "Get the fuck off me!"
The slime didn't respond. It couldn't. But its tendrils tightened anyway. One tendril slithered up your arm, found the hem of your shirt, and pulled. The fabric ripped. You felt the cold air hit your stomach and rage burned through your fear.
"You bastard—"
Another tendril wrapped around your other arm. You yanked, muscles straining, but it was like fighting against water that had decided to become stone. The slime's grip was absolute. Your shirt came off in tatters. Your bra followed, the clasps popping.
"No—stop it—" You kicked out, but the tendrils on your legs just rode the motion, absorbing your struggles. A thicker appendage wrapped around each thigh and pulled them apart. You squeezed them back together, fighting with everything you had. "I said stop!"
The round head tilted. Considering you.
Then a tendril slid across your mouth.
You clamped your lips shut, glaring. The slime paused. Its surface rippled with something that might have been amusement. Violet dripped from its limbs, pooling beneath you, warm against your bare skin despite the chill of the ruins.
The tendril pressed again. You shook your head, jaw clenched tight.
Fine.
That's what the slime seemed to communicate. Fine. We'll do this your way.
More tendrils joined the first. One hooked the waistband of your jeans. Another found the button. They worked with a dexterity that made your stomach clench. Your jeans came off. Your panties followed. You were naked, spread-eagled on wet stone.
"Fuck you," you spat.
The tendril at your mouth didn't try to enter again. It just hovered there, patient.
Another tendril found your nipple.
You gasped—traitor—and the tendril at your mouth took the opening.
It slid between your lips, tasting faintly sweet. Like blueberries.
Gllk.
You gagged. Your throat convulsed around the intrusion, but the slime didn't pull back. It pushed deeper, the tendril elongating, filling your mouth, sliding down your throat.
Your eyes watered. You couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Shlrp—shlrp—shlrp!
The sound of it sliding in and out, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper. The tendril pulsed against your tongue, and the sweetness intensified. You swallowed without meaning to. The slime's essence coated your throat, and suddenly—
Oh.
Suddenly you could feel the slime's awareness. Its hunger. Its need. The way it had watched you wander through its ruins.
There, a voice echoed in your skull. Not words. Impressions. There. Finally. Pretty little thing. So warm. So tight.
You tried to scream, but the tendril muffled it.
Gllk—mmmph—
The slime's other appendages hadn't stopped working. Two of them had found your nipples, the tips forming perfect suction cups that latched on and pulled. The sensation shot straight to your pussy—you could feel yourself getting wet, could feel the slick heat gathering between your thighs.
Shameful. Wrong. You shouldn't want this.
Your body didn't care.
Another tendril slithered down your stomach, leaving a trail of warm glossy purple. It found your pussy lips, parted them with ease, and pushed inside.
"Mmmph!"
You bucked. The tendril was thick and it was moving, thrusting in and out in a rhythm that made your eyes roll back. Wet sounds filled the ruins. Each thrust drove deeper, the slime's length stretching you open, filling you up.
So wet, the voice purred in your mind. So ready. You wanted this. Your body knew before your mind did.
You wanted to deny it. You really did.
But another tendril found your clit.
It was smaller than the others, more precise. It circled your swollen nub once, twice, then settled there with a pressure that made your thighs shake. Your walls clenched around the tendril inside you.
Don't cum. Don't you fucking—
"MMMPH—!"
The orgasm hit you like a wave. Your back arched off the stone. Your pussy spasmed around the tendril, squeezing it, milking it, while the tendril on your clit vibrated softly.
The tendril in your mouth pulled out just enough to let you gasp.
"Oh fuck—oh fuck—"
Not done. Not nearly done.
The tendril in your pussy pushed deeper.
You felt it nudge something inside you—something that made pain and pleasure knot together in your gut. Your womb. It was pressing against your womb.
"No—" You tried to pull away, but the tendrils on your legs held you open. "No, don't—you can't—"
Can't?
The voice in your head was gentle.
I can.
The tendril pushed harder. The tip pressed against your cervix, that tight ring of muscle that had never been breached, and you screamed. It wasn't just pain, it was pressure, a fullness that made your vision blur, made your mind go blank with sensation.
Pleasure-pain, the slime offered. You like it. I can feel how much you like it.
You did. God help you, you did.
The tip pushed through.
Squelch!
The sound was wet and final. The tendril slid into your womb, and you felt your belly bulge—a visible swell low in your abdomen, proof of how deep it had gone.
Your second orgasm hit before the first had finished.
"FUCK—"
You came apart. Your walls clenched and unclenched, your clit throbbed against the tendril still circling it, and you felt the tendril in your womb pulse with every contraction.
It was too much. It wasn't enough.
The slime made a sound—not a word, not quite a moan, but something in between. Thrummm. Its whole body vibrated with pleasure.
Beautiful. So beautiful. Want more. Need more.
Another tendril found your ass.
"No—" You shook your head frantically. "Not there—I've never—"
Shh.
The tendril pressed against your pucker, slick with the slime's natural lubrication. It circled the tight ring of muscle.
Let me in. Let me fill you. All of you.
You were crying. You weren't sure when that started. Tears ran down your cheeks, mixing with the sweat on your neck, the slime on your lips.
"Please," you whispered. "Please."
You weren't sure what you were asking for.
The tendril pushed inside.
Shlk!
Your ass clenched around it, fighting the intrusion. The slime paused, letting you adjust, and the tendril in your pussy throbbed in counterpoint. Two holes filled. Two tendrils pulsing. The one in your mouth slid deeper, and you were full, so fucking full you could barely breathe.
Gllk—mmmph!!
The slime began to move.
All three tendrils thrust in unison—into your pussy, into your ass, down your throat. The rhythm was relentless, feral, hungry. The slime's main body pressed against your spread thighs, your belly, your chest, its glossy surface warm and slick against your skin.
Your pussy squelched around the tendril inside it.
Your ass made wetter sounds, tighter sounds.
Your throat bulged with each thrust, the tendril visible beneath the skin of your neck.
You lost count of the orgasms.
They rolled through you, one after another, each one crashing before the last had finished. Your pussy spasmed. Your ass clenched. Your throat convulsed. And the slime drank it all, absorbing your pleasure, feeding on it.
Mine, the voice hummed. Mine now. All mine.
The tendril in your pussy pushed deeper into your womb. The tip swelled.
Going to fill you. Going to breed you.
You tried to protest—can't breed, I'm human, you're slime—but your thoughts dissolved into static as the tendril pulsed. Violet slime filled your womb, hot and liquid, making your belly swell. The tendril withdrew slowly, dragging through the mess it had made, and you felt the cum slosh inside you with every movement.
The tendril in your ass followed suit. It pushed deep, pressed against the curve of your colon, and pulsed. More violet. More heat. More fullness.
Your belly rounded more, from the sheer volume the slime had pumped into you.
You looked pregnant. You looked ruined.
Perfect, the slime said. Perfect little thing. All full of me.
The tendril in your mouth pulled out.
You gasped, coughing, tasting blueberry slime on your tongue. Sweet. So fucking sweet.
"I—" Your voice cracked. "I can still feel you. Inside me."
Good.
The slime's tendrils withdrew from your pussy and ass gently, making you feel every inch. Violet, glossy cum leaked out of you, pooling beneath your hips. You were empty. You were aching.
You'll be back, the voice said.
You looked up at the slime's round, featureless head. At its violet iridescence gleaming in the dim light. At the tendrils that still wrapped your wrists, your ankles.
"Yeah," you whispered. "I will."
The slime's surface rippled. Contentment. Satisfaction.
Good.
You lay there for a long time afterward, naked on the cold stone, covered in violet slime. When you finally sat up, your belly was still full—round and heavy with the cum that hadn't leaked out.
The slime had retreated to the walls, but you could still feel it. A warm presence at the edge of your awareness.
Come back tomorrow, it said.
"Maybe."
I'll be waiting.
You stood on shaky legs. Your thighs were slick with violet. Your pussy ached. Your ass throbbed.
Monster boy x human woman where the males have complex courting rituals to prove their worthiness to potential partners. He starts nesting, building a soft, inviting cocoon for her when she visits. He hunts larger and fiercer prey to prove he can feed her. He fluffs up his fur and grooms himself to make sure he looks his best for her. When she comes over, he flops onto his back and exposes his tummy to show his submission and let her mount him, but she pats his belly instead, which leaves him frustrated. He's never met a woman who doesn't immediately takes what she wants, so why isn't she taking him??? He's trying sooo hard to show that he's fertile and willing, and she's clearly into him given the way she flushes when he purrs in her lap, so why isn't she mounting him already????
Bonus points if the monsters have sexual dimorphism where the females are bigger and stronger than the males, but males are still much larger than humans. He thinks the reason his human gf isn't taking charge is bc of his size, so he makes sure to crouch down or flop onto the ground so he's face-to-face or below her, in hopes she'll get the message. This just leads her to think he wants to cuddle. She's more than happy to scritch his belly and under his chin until she notices that he's been rock hard the whole time.
Let's think about a reverse of the human tribute trope. Dragon tribute instead!
In exchange for living in the wildlands of your father's kingdom, the dragons send yearly tributes. This year they've given your father one of their very own as a gesture of goodwill. Not just anyone can own a dragon, so your father bestows this gift on you, the apple of his eye, the jewel of the kingdom.
You are the adventurous type, and a dragon cannot be so different from a horse, you think. After some modifications to riding equipment, you have your black dragon saddled and ready to fly. No one has ever flown a dragon before, and the people of the kingdom look up in amazement as their princess swoops past in the air. You return home exhilarated, batting puppy eyes at the exasperated head of the guard when you land your dragon in a tight corner and his sweeping tail breaks a portion of the palace wall.
"You must be tired," you tell the dragon, petting his scaly snout affectionately. "You may rest in the gardens tonight, it's beautiful when the stars are out. Hopefully a stable can be built for you in a few days."
You turn to leave when you feel a whoosh air and look back.
Your dragon is gone, and a man with black horns and claws stands in his place. The scales on his skin glitter like shards of obsidian and his black hair flows down his back like a spill of oil. He may be the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on, you think.
"D-dragon?" You stutter.
"Princess." His voice is deep and smooth. "You have ridden me all day. Might I repay the favor?"
You are a bounty hunter and there's a lizardfolk bandit you've been hunting for days. Finally you've got him cornered and a brief battle ensues. He's big and muscular but strangely slow, and the fight is over in mere minutes. He falls to the floor and looks up to see the tip of your blade held to his throat.
"I appear to have been bested." He says, golden eyes glinting. "How terrible!"
You tie him up and take him to the town to recieve your payment. To your great annoyance, the townspeople claim you have the wrong bandit and refuse to pay you, so you release him and storm over to the tavern for a drink. You've barely taken a seat when the lizardfolk appears and sits down on the floor beside you. The barkeep looks amused.
"Who've you got there?" He asks.
"I don't know him," you mutter, but the lizardfolk only chirps and puts his scaly head on your thigh.
"She beat me in combat," he tells the barkeep. "In my culture, it means I am now at her command. She owns me."
"Yeah? Tell me why I've never heard of this," you scowl. "I don't need anyone slowing me down."
"I can be useful. Give me a command." His tail wags like that of an overly excited dog.
You hand him a coin with a sigh. "Get me a room for the night from the inn across the street. If you run off with my money I will find you."
He nods and strides away, returning a few minutes later with a toothy smile.
"Lead the way," you mumble, hunched against the cold as you follow him across the street.
You're surprised to find that he has not only secured you a room, but a tub of hot water too. You definitely didn't have the coin for that.
"What do you think?" He asks.
You shrug out of your outer coat. "Get in here and close the door."
I'm OFFICIALLY DONE with all the itty bitty seasonal dragons :") thanks everyone for checking them out!! It was such a fun little project to do! All the seasons here:
Request: Tentacle Monster Husband x Chubby Reader x Sub Human Male Butler: So the Reader and Tentacle Monster are married, but because he usually spends so much time in the shadow nobody ever believes that the Reader is married. So maybe one day the Reader gets called in to their kids school and the principle and teacher are like we would like to visit your home and ensure that every thing is okay (maybe her child has said somethings that have like concerned the school staff), so when the Reader gets home from the meeting and tells her husband what happens they try to come up with a plan to have somebody pretend to be the Readers husband, that’s where they come up with the idea to “employ” the new shy butler that they hired. SO skipping past the meeting that happened (all went well), the Reader and her Husband can’t spot think about how cute the new butler is. So on and so forth and smut ensues and they will be one big happy family.
The husband and the fake husband
Shadow-monster x male!human x chubby fem!reader || dom/sub dynamic, sharing is caring, tentacles, fluff, praise kink, double penetration, anal sex
“We might be in trouble,” is the first thing out of your mouth when you get to your house, where your shadow-monster husband is pacing up and down and creating all kinds of darkness across the walls. In any other circumstances, it would be a beautiful sight, but right now, with the school threatening to get social services involved, he’s a bit on edge. And so are you.
He stops dead in his tracks, looking at you with utter confusion. You can understand the sentiment. “What? What happened?” He questions, his shadows quivering in frustration behind him.
“So, they don’t believe I’m actually married, and they think I might be having some kind of affair that’s fucking up with our son’s mind.”
His shadows move faster, he’s clearly agitated, and you are panicking, too. “What the fuck? Why would they think that?” He asks out loud. Which is not the calming conversation you need right now. The furthest from it, to be honest.
But you try to explain either way. “Well, because you never show up and I- Anyway, it doesn’t matter. The thing is that they are coming in an hour to check on the house and my husband and it’s not like you can exactly show up and show them, so I don’t know what to do and I’m stressed and we might lose our kid and I-” You are rambling, panic rambling at that.
Your husband stops in front of you, his tentacles wrapped around your middle and his head lowering until his forehead touches yours. “Okay, we can figure this out. Everything will be okay,” he tells you, hand on your chest and urging you to match his breathing. That does help, and you hug his middle, trying not to cry.
“I might- I might be able to help,” a soft voice says behind you.
You turn around to see your new butler, or more like the one who does everything. You hired someone to fix all the little imperfections in your house and keep everything in order, as per your husband’s request to keep some stress off your shoulders.
“And how do you plan to do that?” Your shadow-monster husband asks, a hint of amusement in his tone when the human in front of him squirms on his feet.
He’s so fucking cute you want to put him to his knees and ravage him. And your husband wants that, too. You’ve talked about it a lot. Especially when his tentacles are inside of you and he’s dirty talking on your ear, sounding all hot and bothered by the thought of making you and the cute human submit to him.
“I could pretend to be your husband,” he rushes out, face all flushed.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You stare at the human, and then at your husband, and back at the human. “It could work,” your husband finally breaks the silence.
And just like that, you got yourself a fake human husband thanks to your shadow-monster husband.
Luckily for all of you, the meeting with the school goes seamlessly. Your kid is with his grandparents, and your relief is so apparent that when you fall back onto the sofa you almost groan out loud.
Your shadow-monster husband appears at your side instantly, his shadows wrapped around your body and squeezing until you feel him everywhere. That is enough to make you groan out loud, which causes a bit of a butterfly effect.
Your husband squeezes around your body, you groan, and then the other human in the room groans in response, so loudly you turn around to look at him with your mouth half open.
“What was that?” You ask, your smirk already growing.
You can feel your husband’s shadows creeping under your clothes, his eyes never leaving the cute human in front of you two. “Do you see something you like, little human? Do you want my wife? Is that it?” He gulps audibly and you giggle. “Come on, don’t be shy. I know you desire her.”
“That’s- that’s not-” He stutters, face bright red and erection obvious in his slacks.
“Oh, so you want my husband, then?” You ask, feeling cheeky while you lick your lips, already thinking of how good it could feel to have both of you inside. You can feel your panties getting damp while your husband’s tentacles rub your clit over your clothes.
“I- I- I want you both!” He exclaims, almost surprised by his own statement.
You can feel your smirk growing as big as it gets, your cheeks hurting a bit. And your husband’s tentacles get friskier, slipping inside your panties and making you moan while you see some of them approaching the human male in front of you.
“Is that it? And what if I tell you we want you, too?” Your husband asks, voice rough and heavy, tentacles curling around the other human’s calf and going up and up, stopping right over his erection. “Is that what you want? You want to be fucked by us? I need your consent right here,” he orders, his tone guttural and sexy as fuck.
The human male swallows and nods, then rapidly says out loud, “Ye- yes! I want that. I want both of you.”
“Good boy,” your husband praises and you and the other human moan in unison.
Then everything goes dark and you feel your big body being manhandled at the same time you hear another human letting out a squeal. You feel like you are floating before your body hits a soft mattress and your clothes are ripped off your body.
You are trying to process it when your husband’s shadows disappear and light washes over you… Just in time to see the other human next to you, naked and panting already, some of your husband’s shadow-tentacles curling around his arms and legs and holding him there, looking like your next snack.
“What should we do with him, my pretty wife?” Your shadow-monster husband asks, tentacles helping you to a sitting position, some of them caressing your skin softly.
“I want his dick,” you tell him, crawling towards him and climbing on his lap. He squirms under you and you smirk at him, running your nails over his chest and abdomen until he moans. “Doesn’t he sound pretty when he moans like that?” You ask your husband over your shoulder, where he’s perched and smirking down at you, pride written all over his features. He loves when you get dominant like him, especially when you have a pretty sub to control under you.
“He really does. I bet he sounds even better when my tentacles are inside his tight asshole and you are bouncing on his cock. Doesn’t that sound just perfect?”
He’s asking you, but there’s a hint of doubt to it, eyes fixated on the man under your body, who is open-mouthedly staring at you two interact. His dick is visibly throbbing, and you’d bet your fortune that he’s loving the hint of degradation of talking about him without acknowledging him at all.
“I think he’d love that,” you tell your husband, one of your hands reaching down to grab the human’s dick and jerking him a couple times. Much to your delight, he whines, hips arching while he tries to fight the restrains without success. “Mmmm, he sounds so good already. I love my men vocal, you know? I bet I can make you do it louder. I bet I can make you scream if I wanted to,” you tell him.
He squirms under you, his voice getting high-pitched when your husband’s tentacles curl around his balls. You can’t see below that, but you are pretty sure your husband is playing with his hole already.
“Are you ready, my pretty wife?” Your husband whispers against your ear, and you nod with a sigh of pleasure.
His tentacles are on your clit, rubbing just the right way to send you into a spiral of desperation and desire. You let out a cry, your husband’s tentacles on your hips, helping you down and holding the human’s dick as you slowly lower yourself on it.
You are dripping wet already, and the second you roll your hips around his tip, he lets out the most pitiful sound ever, making you grin down at him and letting all your weight fall down at once. He screams and you giggle, rolling your hips, teasing him and yourself while you hear your husband grunt behind you.
You look over your shoulder, your husband is biting his lip while his tentacles dance around him like a mesmerizing courting ritual. You arch your back to kiss him, and he devours you completely, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow while he grabs your hips and starts bouncing you on the human’s dick.
“Ple- Please! I’m about- I’m about-” The human is stuttering, his voice high-pitched and pathetic.
You two break the kiss, sitting down on his dick and stilling your movements. “Aww, look how cute he is!” Your husband says, his tentacles groping your sides, your tummy, your boobs… You are not too far away from coming yourself. “Do you want more, human? You you want to know how it feels to be fucked by a shadow monster?”
You don’t know what your husband is doing under your body, but you can feel the caress of his tentacles while he moves them against the human’s hole.
His voice is choked when he responds: “YES! PLEASE!”
And then there’s no more playing games. Darkness surrounds both of you humans again, your husband enveloping all of you while he pushes his tentacle inside the cute human under you.
There’s tentacles everywhere, there’s sensations all over your body, inside and out, and you are about to lose it. Then the tentacles close around your waist, and he starts moving you, bouncing you on the human’s dick while he continues fucking him with his tentacles.
You can only see darkness and the face of the human. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open in a silent scream. He’s sweating and letting out those tiny sounds that are driving you insane.
But you aren’t in control of your pleasure, and neither is he. The only one controlling this situation right now is your husband, who is playing with you two like you are his toys. And it’s intoxicating in the best way possible.
“You two look perfect. Such good humans for me. The prettiest of toys for me. Are you going to come? Are you going to fill my wife? And you pretty wife, are going to come all over him?”
Your response is nothing but a broken cry when the tentacles on your clit start rubbing with intent. The human under you is no better, eyes rolling back into his head when your husband starts thrusting harder, the whole bed moving with the force of it.
You feel the second he comes, the warmth inside of you scolding hot while your own orgasm throws you off balance, almost face-planting onto his chest. But your husband catches you, helping you milk your own pleasure on the human’s dick while he cries and cries and cries because your husband is hitting his prostate like his life depends on it. You barely hear your husband coming behind you, his tentacles squeezing around your body and his soft grunt the only alert you get before everything turns fuzzy.
It takes a while for the three of you to catch your breath, whole body still shaking with aftershocks. “That was fun,” your husband says, clearly amused while he pants next to you, the room filled with light now that he curled his tentacles around the both of you in the warmest cuddle possible.
You giggle, hitting him in the chest. “Stop being an asshole, it was fun.”
The human makes a little sound, and you two look at him, who is still red and trying to catch his breath. “That was… wow.”
You exchange a look with your husband and he nods once, kissing your cheek. “So… Would you like to do it again?” You ask the human, a hint of hope in your tone.
“And again, and again, and again?” Your husband adds, smirk as big as it gets.
How about a fat alien emperor? A vassal planet rebelled against him and were promptly beaten into the ground by his forces. The reader is the rebel leader that got captured. The Emperor decides to keep her as a trophy, a slave, a lover, and an example to anyone who thinks about disobeying him.
The Emperor's Trophy (Fat!Alien!Emperor x Fem!Rebel!Reader!2nd!POV)
Summary: After leading a failed rebellion against the Alien Emperor, you find yourself stripped of everything—your dignity, your freedom, your clothes.
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The cold metal floor bit into your knees as you knelt in the center of the Emperor's throne room.
Hundreds of eyes watched you—his advisors, his generals, his servants.
All of them bore witness to your humiliation. You kept your chin raised, refusing to let them see the crack in your resolve. The rebel leader. The one who had dared to defy the great Emperor Vexis.
And now, here you were, completely bare.
You'd fought hard. You'd led your people with everything you had. And you'd lost.
"What a pretty little thing you are," the Emperor's voice rumbled from the raised dais. "So fierce. So proud. Even now, kneeling naked before your conqueror, you hold your head high."
"Rot in the void, monster," you spat.
He chuckled. "Oh, she has teeth. I like them sharp."
You heard his weight shift on the throne. Emperor Vexis was massive—tall and fat, with a round belly that spoke of indulgence and power. His skin was the color of twilight, mottled with subtle scales that shimmered when he moved. Two curved horns swept back from his temples, and his golden sharp eyes seemed to see straight through your defiance.
He rose from his throne, and you watched him descend the steps. Each footfall was heavy. By the time he stood before you, your neck craned to look up at him, he seemed to fill your entire world.
"You led twenty-three planets against me," he said, reaching down to grip your chin. His fingers were thick, warm. "You killed my soldiers. You destroyed my ships. Do you know what I do to people who defy me, little rebel?"
You yanked your chin from his grasp. "I know what you've done to my people. You'll have to kill me too."
His golden eyes glittered with amusement. "Kill you? Why would I waste such a treasure?" He circled you, and you felt his gaze on your bare back, your exposed ass, the curve of your hips. "No, no. You are far too valuable to waste on death. You will serve as a lesson. A trophy. Every world that thinks to rebel will hear of you. The great leader, stripped and kneeling, owned by her enemy."
Heat flooded your cheeks, but you refused to look away. "I'll never surrender to you."
"Surrender?" He laughed, and the sound was cruel. "Darling, I don't want you to surrender. I want you to scream. I want you to cry. I want everyone who sees you to know that you are mine."
With a snap of his fingers, two guards stepped forward. They were smaller than the Emperor but still massive. They grabbed your arms and hauled you to your feet.
"Bring her to the balcony," he commanded. "Let everyone see what happens to those who oppose me."
The balcony overlooked the capital city. Thousands of citizens milled below, going about their daily lives. They would look up and see you—naked, held by the Emperor's soldiers, completely exposed.
"This is insane," you hissed, struggling against the guards. "You can't—"
"I can do whatever I wish," he interrupted smoothly. "I am Emperor. And you are mine."
They positioned you at the very edge, draping you in reverse over the thick railing, your butt hanging outward. You legs were pried apart by the guards, your holes on full display to the crowd below. You heard whispers, gasps, the murmur of thousands of voices. Your face burned with shame.
Vexis approached. The guards made way for him but continued holding your legs apart. The Empero's hands snaked around you, keeping you safely at the edge of the rail, toes in the air.
You felt his massive body press against you—the soft give of his round belly, the heat of him seeping through his robes. His thick hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh.
"Watch them, little rebel," he murmured. "Watch them see what you've become."
"Go to hell, you fucking lunatic," you snarled.
He laughed again. "I've already been there. I own it now."
One of his hands slid from your hip to your ass, then lower. His thick fingers brushed through the curls between your legs, and you jolted at the contact.
"No—stop—"
"Shh," he soothed, pressing closer. His cock was already hard against your side, an enormous length that seemed impossibly huge even through his robes. "I'm going to show them who you belong to."
His fingers found your pussy lips, spreading them open. You were dry, tense, every muscle in your body screaming to fight. But he was relentless. His thumb found your clit and circled, and you couldn't stop the tiny gasp that escaped your lips.
"There we go," he purred. "Just a little response, isn't that right?"
"Fuck you."
"Already planning on it," he chuckled. He spat directly on your hole and then slid his finger inside you. You clenched around it involuntarily, and he hummed in satisfaction. "So tight. So perfect. Were you saving yourself for someone, little rebel? Some lover back on your planet?"
You bit your lip, refusing to answer. But he didn't seem to need an answer. He pumped his finger slowly, stretching you there for all to see. A second finger joined the first, and you heard yourself whimper. You were wet now...
"There's that sound," he murmured. "I've been dreaming of those sounds."
"Nnngh—stop—I said stop—"
"Did you?" He curled his fingers inside you, hitting a spot that made your vision blur. "Funny, I don't recall you having any authority here."
His thumb pressed harder on your clit, and despite everything, your body betrayed you. More wetness gathered, slicking his fingers. He made a pleased sound.
"Oh, look at that. Your cunt is getting all wet for me. Even when you hate me. Even when you want to kill me. Your body knows what it needs, doesn't it?"
"Shut—ah—shut up—"
He pumped faster, harder, his fingers stretching you open as the crowd watched below. You could hear them—not just whispers, but catcalls, shouts, laughter. The citizens of the capital were being entertained by your shame.
Your thighs trembled. Your knees buckled.
"That's it. Let it happen. Let them see."
Your orgasm built against your will, a rising tide you couldn't stop. You fought it, gritting your teeth, digging your nails into the stone railing.
"Come for me, little rebel," he commanded out loud for everyone to hear. "Come for your Emperor."
The word "come" shattered something in you. You screamed as the orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, and you heard him groan, felt his cock twitch against your side.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "So goddamn beautiful."
When your trembling subsided, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to your lips. His digits were coated in your wetness.
"Taste yourself," he ordered. "Taste what you are now."
You turned your head away, but he grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open. His fingers pushed past your lips, and you tasted salt and tang, the evidence of your own submission.
"Suck," he commanded.
You did. You didn't want to—every instinct screamed against it—but something in his eyes made you obey. You sucked his fingers clean, and he watched with dark approval.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Maybe there's hope for you yet."
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Days passed. Or weeks. You lost track of time in his chambers.
Every morning, you woke naked in his massive bed.
Every morning, he was already awake, watching you with those sharp eyes. His thick hands would find you, stroke you, bring you to climax before you'd even fully opened your eyes.
"You're so beautiful in the morning," he'd murmur as you gasped and writhed beneath his touch. "So soft. So pliant. Don't ever change."
You hated him. You did. But your body didn't seem to get the memo.
At first, you fought him—struggling, cursing, scratching. But he was a fucking lunatic, finding the craziest ways to show you off, to make you climax and melt.
Every time you rebelled against him even the slightest bit, he'd take you to the balcony, pin you down with his bulk, his round belly pressing against your back as he entered you from behind, pounding you for everyone to see.
"Ah—nnngh—" you'd moan despite yourself, your voice hitching with each deep thrust.
"That's it," he'd groan, his huge cock stretching you open, the base of it swelling with that strange knot he possessed. "Scream for me. Let the whole palace hear."
His knot would catch at your entrance, and you'd cry out—half pain, half pleasure—as he pushed past the resistance. Once it was inside, he was locked in place, his seed pumping into you in thick, hot spurts. And he'd feed you what trickled out of his seed, speaking out to the people watching, urging them to watch.
"Mine," he'd growl, force-feeding you his cum with his fingers. "Good girl, letting her Emperor feed her. Good, healthy cum for my little rebel. All mine. Say it."
You never did. But he didn't seem to care. He'd just fuck you again, harder this time, until you were a sobbing mess beneath him.
It was during one of these sessions that he brought you to the throne room.
The court was assembled. Hundreds of nobles, advisors, generals—all of them watched as Vexis settled onto his throne and pulled you onto his lap. His cock was already hard, pressing against your thigh.
"Present yourself," he commanded, arranging you so you faced the court, your legs spread over his. "Let them see."
You opened your mouth to argue, but he chose that moment to slide his thick fingers inside you. Your protest came out as a strangled moan.
"Oh—nngh!"
"Everyone," Vexis announced, his voice carrying across the room. "I'd like you to meet the former leader of the rebellion. She's been... adjusting to her new role quite well."
He pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy and you squirmed in his lap. You were so wet now—you couldn't help it. He'd trained your body to respond to him, to crave his touch even as your mind rebelled.
"Hah—ah—" you panted, gripping the arms of the throne.
"Look at her," Vexis said. "So eager. So desperate. You wouldn't believe this was the same woman who once threatened to cut my head off, would you?"
The court laughed.
"S-stop," you gasped. "Please, not—not here—"
"But here is perfect," he replied, withdrawing his fingers and lining his cock up with your entrance. "I want everyone to see what they're missing. What a rebellious little cunt gets when she defies me."
He pushed inside you in one smooth motion, and you screamed.
"FUUUCK—nnngh—ahhhh!"
Your voice echoed off the high ceiling as he filled you up. His cock was enormous. Long, thick, and barbed in ways that made every nerve in your body light up. His knot pressed at your entrance, not quite pushing in yet.
"Please—" you didn't even know what you were pleading for.
"Please what, little rebel?" He thrust upward, and your body bounced on his lap. His huge belly pressed against your back. "Please fuck you harder? Please make you come in front of the entire court?"
"Yes—nngh—yes—"
He laughed, but it wasn't cruel this time. It was dark and possessive.
"Of course I'll make you come," he murmured against your ear. "I want every single person here to see your face when you fall apart."
One huge hand grabbed your tit while the other found your clit, and he rubbed the two buds roughly as he fucked up into you. The double stimulation was overwhelming. You bucked against him, your body no longer your own.
"Ah—hah—nnngh—I'm—I'm gonna—"
"Come for me," he boomed. "Come for your Emperor."
Your orgasm hit you hard. You screamed, your body arching against his, your pussy clamping down on his cock. He groaned behind you, his massive form shuddering as he pushed his knot past your entrance.
"Fuck—" he hissed. "There you go. Take my knot... so tight—so perfect—"
His seed flooded into you and you felt your belly swell with the sheer volume. He pumped his hips, grinding his knot deeper, and you whimpered at the pressure.
"Ah—nngh—too much—"
"Never too much," he snarled. "You can take it. You're so good at taking it."
You collapsed against him, boneless and trembling. The court was silent. You could feel their eyes on you, hundreds of them, seeing your shame and your pleasure.
"Now," Vexis said, his voice returning to its imperious tone. "Is there any business to discuss?"
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Months later, you were no longer the defiant rebel you once were.
You still argued. You still fought. But it had become... ritualistic. Part of your dynamic. And the truth you couldn't admit aloud was that you'd grown to crave his domination, his ownership, his fat body pressed against yours.
"Come here," he commanded one evening, patting his lap. "Crawl nice and low for me."
You were in his private chambers, a massive room filled with opulent furniture and rich fabrics. The fire crackled in the hearth. You crawled toward him, your naked body moving across the soft rug, and you settled between his legs, your hands resting on his thick thighs.
"Good girl," he praised, stroking your hair. "So well-behaved now."
"I hate you," you said, but the words had no heat.
He chuckled. "I know, little rebel. But let's be honest—you love my cock."
Your cheeks flushed. "I do not."
"Liar." He guided your head down, and you took his cock in your mouth willingly. It was huge, the head bumping the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, and he groaned above you.
"Yes—just like that—"
You bobbed your head, taking him deeper and deeper. His knot was already swelling at the base, and you knew what he wanted. You pulled back, gasping for air.
"Want me to take the knot?" you asked.
His golden eyes blazed with desire. "Please," he begged.
You leaned down again, taking him as deep as you could. Your throat stretched wide. His knot stretched your lips, and you felt your eyes water. But you kept going, taking more and more, until his entire length was inside you.
"Fuck!!" he groaned, his hand fisting in your hair. "So good—so fucking good—"
He came down your throat, and you swallowed every drop. When you pulled back, panting, he pulled you into his lap and kissed you.
"I care about you, little rebel," he murmured against your lips. "You know that, right?"
You blinked. "What?"
"I care about you," he repeated. "I know I'm a monster. I know I took everything from you. But you're the only one who's ever made me feel. I'll make peace with your people. I'll give them amnesty. I'll give them anything if you just stay with me."
"Peace?" you whispered. "You'd really... for me?"
"I'd burn the galaxy for you," he said simply. "And I'd rebuild it too. Just ask."
You stared at him. This massive, terrifying, possessive creature who had broken you and remade you. Who had shown you pleasure you'd never dreamed of.
"Promise me," you said finally. "Promise me they'll be safe."
"Be my Empress and you have my promise," he said, his voice absolute. "I swear it on my throne and my life and my soul."
You leaned forward and kissed him. "Then okay," you whispered. "I'll stay. I'll be your.. Empress."
He pulled you into his arms, his massive body wrapping around you. You felt the press of his skin, his round belly against your stomach.
"Thank you," he breathed. "I'll never let you regret this."
"Prove it," you challenged.
He laughed softly. "I will. Starting now."
In one smooth motion, he flipped you onto your back, your body hitting the floor. His body covered you, his weight a comfort now rather than a threat. His hand slid between your legs, finding your wet folds.
"Ah—" you whimpered.
"What a sloppy little pussy—" he groaned, pressing his thigh between your legs. "Fuck, you're so wet—"
"It's your fault," you panted. "Hah—I can't help it—"
"Good," he growled. "That's exactly how it should be."
He positioned himself at your entrance and thrust ball-deep inside you. You moaned, your back arching, as he filled you completely.
"Nnngh—yes—fuck!"
"So fucking tight—" he grunted. "Mine—all mine—"
"Yours!"
An orgasms broke you apart and his knot began to swell, catching at your entrance. You knew what would happen next—he'd push it in, locking you together, and you'd be stuffed full of his seed until he softened enough to pull out.
"Do it—" you demanded. "Put it in—"
"Bossy little thing—" he chuckled, but he obeyed, pressing his knot past your tight ring of muscle. You sobbed, your nails digging into his back, as he buried himself completely.
"FUCK—" you screamed. "Nnngh—ah!!"
He came with a roar, his cum flooding your pussy. You came again, your body convulsing around his cock. You collapsed together, sweating and panting. His knot kept you connected, and you felt at peace. Right where you belonged.
"I love you," you whispered. "I don't know why. I shouldn't. But I do."
"I love you too, little rebel." He kissed your forehead. "That's all I need."
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Months later, peace was declared. Your people were freed. And you sat on a throne beside him, this time dressed in resplendent robes of silk and gold, a glittering crown on your head.
"Empress," the courtiers called you. "Empress."
You looked at your massive husband and smiled.
"Happy?" he asked.
"Happy," you confirmed.
It was true. Against all odds, you'd found something you never expected in the arms of your enemy. Love. Acceptance. And a cock that still made you scream every single night.
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