Shark, 25, he/they. Trans, queer, POC, just so we're clear on what kind of space this is. I make horny art featuring lots of monsterfucking and breeding 🖤 Uncropped/uncensored images on Patreon: patreon.com/user?u=87462551
Hi all, as the title suggests an emergency obliterated my savings and maxed out my credit card, so I'm opening up some commission slots to try and get on my feet.
I will draw, with very few exceptions, any nasty freak shit your heart desires. No request is too weird or niche, on the off chance I can't do it I will politely let you know. (And yes, I do furries! They just take me longer so I will charge slightly more)
Prices start at a base of $40 per figure for uncolored lines and go up from there based on complexity. Feel free to reach out just to get a price estimate of what you want, I won't be offended if you decide you can't afford it. Also, I'll give discounts to anyone subscribed to my Patreon.
Even if you're not interested or able to purchase one, I'd appreciate your help sharing this post around the relevant communities! Thank you!
Wordcount: 1986
Kinks: Ovi, eggpreg, breeding, webbing?, drider, cumflation (technically).
Synopsis: In the deep underdark, a drider waits to give her clutch to the next prey to come along. The Goddess honours her with two strong orcs.
Thank @daddymakesitbetter for this one, folks!
The underdark; her place of sanctuary, darkness, welcoming. She skittered through tunnels and across walls as if it was nothing, despite the bulk of her form. Slender chitinous legs, round and smooth abdomen, and of course, her Drow half. The dark elf form of her upper body was graceful and slender, bereft of clothes or any of the trappings of an old forgotten society. Few were as blessed as she; the most loved of any spider. For she carried a great weight, bearing down her body, slowing it’s elegant movement. Whilst her form ached oh so heavily for relief, she must be patient. For if she waited, then it would come. Prey always came eventually.
The daylight never reached down here; but something else did. Settled high and out of sight, a foot resting on a guidewire, she felt it. Vibration. Not quite in her trap yet, but a sign… shifting, peering through her jet black eyes, there. A group, it seemed. Her fangs drooled, eager, and she had to hold calm, steady. Bhakiss was patient, as with all things. They were blundering along – such big, heavy bodies. They would hold many of her young, yes… if only they would fall to her trap. So delicate had she strung the wires, surely they would not notice until too late…
She felt the first twang, as the webbing caught. A confused mumble, a rough gasp – and the web began to sing, the fighting of her heavy body, forcing it to the limit of it’s power. They were speaking, deep voices that rumbled oh so pleasantly through every part of her chitinous body. In this darkness, often they carried flaming brands, but this group seemed not to have them – good, good. Confident, perhaps; or they saw well in the dark, like her… the voices were becoming more frantic as she began to carefully move across the ceiling, eyes fixated on her great web. And there they were, oh, what a perfect gift, a kindness from her most generous Goddess.
Both of the women were completely, helplessly tangled. Their leather armour askew, weapons out of reach, hair sticky, arms spread. The perfect fools, both of them throwing all of their energy into resisting her web. Exhausting themselves. She waited, just out of sight, long white hair curling around her shoulders, until they began to sag. And only then did she carefully lower herself, settling her legs onto the ground. As expected, her appearance surged them to energy again – hands so helplessly held that every stretch towards a weapon only trapped them more. With her own ability, well, it was beyond easy – stepping onto her web, moving to sweep the weapons away, casting the foul iron into the abyss. And they shouted, so loud, so strong… perfect to carry her young.
“Oh, sweet voice.” Bhakiss whispered, voice forever dry and sibilant, since her fangs had taken root and she needed so little to talk now. “I cannot wait for you to both sing.” and she laughed, as soft and rough as old leaves dancing in a breeze. They shared a dark eyed glance, full of fear, and oh, that was as delicious as anything else. The slightly smaller of the two was first; building a heavy mat of webbing, drawing it with expert legs over her body, trapping arms to sides and making her a helpless bundle – but leaving her face exposed, trailing a fingertip down that jawline. Lifting the wrapped orc, she drew back, scurrying away. The other shouted, starting to thrash again – crying out for her compatriot, so unaware of what awaited them both.
Up, up, over the walls, a little slower with her new toy, she slid into the gap that opened into her own den – mats of webbing made it comfortable, and old bones, still sticky, littered the ground. For this one, she began to spin – sticking her to the wall with powerful strands. Leaning in, sniffing at her neck, ignoring the cries and attempt to bite. Long dark hair had fallen from it’s ties, forcing her neck at a strange angle – all the easier. So carefully, now, she sunk her fangs in. Venom – she had several, of course, but Bhakiss was careful, making sure to only drip the most potent of aphrodisiac into her system. The orc cried out, of course, in terror – unaware of what a beautiful thing was about to occur. As she drew back, stroking her hands over that face again, the drider chuckled – then turned to sweep away. The exhausted larger one was easy enough to move, no fight left – and she was strung up onto the opposite wall. The spider queen had been so kind to her… so very kind.
They were both dosed; by the time she had gotten the second to the wall, her hair lighter and fairer, her complexion softer, the first one was starting to pant. Flushing. So much interesting variation in these soft creatures… it was a fascination to her. But the needs were becoming hard to ignore, and she could not hold on much longer – this blessing would have to be taken, as greedily as she would, for why would she have been given it if not to grasp firm? Carefully, she began to peel away the webs on the slighter one. Panting now, and yet still trying to yell, to complain, to fight …
“Ascen, are you – are you okay?” the larger one called, breathless herself. Their words were something she barely recognised any more, but it was a language that they had spoken regularly, once. A foggy, distant, unimportant memory.
“I’m burning,” Ascen called back, gasping, “I can’t think – so hot -”
“I’m going to get us – out of here,” the larger groaned, clearly losing her own fight, and the drider hissed her own laugh. The leather armour was falling away so easily with the swipes of her claws – baring the underclothes, and then, with a well placed snip – it all fell away. Tight little breasts, held usually so far away – strange, fascinating things. And her hole, already dripping and ready, shining with fluid, catching in her soft hairs. Yes… good. Bhakiss leant down, licking a stripe across her taut belly. Strong, yes, and soon to be swollen…
“You are… a good toy. A great blessing. You will sing the praises of the Spider Queen for me.” she rasped. She couldn’t wait any longer. The other was crying out behind her, as she lifted her body up – the immense spider abdomen hanging easily on the wall. Her ovipositor, unable to be contained, had slipped out; dripping and oozing with it’s own heavy slick and aphrodisiac. It wasn’t ready to release cargo just yet, and whilst it ran like a hose, long, slender, rubbery and ridged, it would fit easily inside the orc. She slapped it down against her swollen lips, causing a rough gasp from Ascen. Followed swiftly by a moan, and oh, yes, what music, as the laden tool stroked it’s aphrodisiac into her most sensitive skin. Unable to see, it took a few long moments before she finally drove home – and the orc howled in pleasure. Gutteral at the end, body trying to buck despite how well attached it was to the wall. A few well placed thrusts, and Bhakiss was panting herself, feeling as that thick pussy sucked down every inch of her length. It must be pushing her to the limit, and oh, what a gift, what a beautiful gift – she began to move, a steady but rough pace, feeling the squirming orc below her.
She had to remember not to break this one too thoroughly; if they were too full, after all, they would not be able to walk away to spread her young…
The cries had turned into moans behind her; squirms and whines of frustration. Trapped as she was, after all, the larger of the orcs would be unable to pleasure herself, relieve any of the deep burning. She must be so jealous of this toy, the one now singing so very beautiful as Bhakiss kept up each rolling movement, immense abdomen bouncing, body building up. Like a kiss from her Goddess, pleasure flowed through every inch of her form – and her tool began to thicken. It was spreading, and the orc was howling as she clenched, and then stretched, and couldn’t clench any more, as every inch of the thick ovipositor was pushing to her limits. The trembles in her body uncontrollable, and the drider felt a wave of joy herself – that she had given such a great feeling to her toy. It would take well, yes.
And now her mind hazed, clawed hands gripping the wall, as the first wave rolled down. Thick cream and sticky goo – a gentle bed for her young. Ascen cried out, twitching – her back not arching, for it could not, but instead, each pulse stretching her. Turning muscles to soft curves; filling her belly. And then the next wave began. She must be most careful, here; each deserved their share. The grunts and moans matched the noises from her toy; the tennis ball sized egg rolling down, a hold, and then a pop, pressure releasing – and over, and over, and over again. Each egg slithering down to where she had kissed their womb, and settling inside. The moans had become jumbled pleas, for more, for release, for everything. Yes, the goddess would be so very happy with her loyal servant…
Sliding out, slowly, her member drooled onto the floor; a quick wad of web, sealing off to make sure not a single egg would get loose. Not that Ascen was in any way able to object, now; eyes glazed, body twitching as she rode the utter joy of being filled. Halting only to gently carress and lay a swift kiss on that swollen orb, the drider turned to her other. There would be less build up here, because her body was trembling with holding back, but it mattered little. Rough slashes to release her from clothes, and the orc was shaking violently, her hole so wet and ready that long strands were already falling; the webbing had become slick rather than sticky. When the drider sunk all the way in one move, she howled with the sensation, legs jerking. Leaning down, Bhakiss stroked her claws over that flushed, glazed, most beautiful of faces.
“Yes. Sing. Sing your love to the spider Goddess.” she murmured. The drooling words were barely lucid, but she rocked, feeling the worship within them. Oh, yes. Yes. Her cock was already swelling, filling, it’s thick goo tumbling out, eggs already loosening onto it, more wild and haphazard as she thrust, hard enough to bounce the orc against the web that held her. Rough fucking, feeling her ovipositor catch on a swollen clit, both of them moaning and begging and pleading to her queen together as the rest of her cargo fell out. Packing and swelling and growing, every one sunk deep and then, finally, with a shudder, she realised… she was empty. Tender abdomen twitched, claws struggling to grip onto the rock, a few final thrusts to send waves of raw joy through her… and she slid to the ground, ovipositor slipping loose, slowly withdrawing to her body. She leant in, kissing the orb that hung in front of her, stretched and reddened green skin. Such life squirmed within…
“Oh, Goddess,” she mumbled, thickly. “Thank you… for this blessing…” on shaking legs, she climbed again, settling heavily onto her resting web. Her body ached in the most wonderful ways. Her toys moaned, singing so gently for her as their brains began to drop to sleep too, packed and lost in orgasmic pleasure. In the morning, she would release them to waddle their way back to the underdark… lay her eggs in the soft dark places… and maybe this time, some of them would hatch…
You find the summoning ritual in an old book, and your curiosity gets the better of you.
You draw the circle on your bedroom floor and light the candles on the night of the new moon. You chant the Latin, and a demon appears in a swirl of cold smoke. He's big, with curving horns and glowing eyes, and he appraises you from his spot inside the circle.
His deal with you is simple: bear him a child and he will grant you power beyond your wildest imaginings. It seems a reasonable trade to you.
You make the deal. He asks you magnanimously if you want your power to come with the dawn, or if you would like to wait the customary nine months.
You've never been a patient person.
Suddenly you're flat on your back, suspended in the air, his massive ridged cock pressing into you. He wastes no time on gentleness, using the cunt you just sold to him purely for his own pleasure. He presses your knees apart and drives into you so deep you can feel the tip of him against your lungs, and he cums so much you bloat out like you're already pregnant.
You press your hands to your belly and it is firm and round. Your thighs burn, and your breasts feel heavy.
You ask how you'll deliver the child to him, he tells you he expects it will happen in the usual way. His gaze is locked on the belly you're stroking. You imagine you can feel movement already.
No point leaving, he tells you. Dawn is only a few hours away.
You understand, then, and drop to your knees in horror.
He approaches, already hardening against his thigh. There's no need to worry. One night is plenty of time to prepare your tight little cunt to birth his son and heir.
Concept: impregnated with a huge litter of werewolf pups and finding out the hard way they grow as big as human babies but they gestate as fast as wolf pups
An orc polycule adopting you and treating you RIGHT. Treating you like someone whose opinions matter, like someone who they would miss were you not around. And frequently filling you with cocks and cum and praise whenever.
Listen. I do love weird looking monster cocks as much as the next guy, but I genuinely barely see any love for bizarre vagina biology on monsters. Whenever I see monster cunt it's always basically just human, and what's with that?
Hear me out. Here are some suggestions:
Insect monsters whose chitinous underbellies you have to rub and caress to get to their slits/gonopores.
Transmasc werewolves whose bottom growth is exagerrated while transformed, allowing for easy penetration. Knotted tdicks anyone?
Monsters who have claspers in their cunts to keep you locked inside of them while you cum.
Monsters whose wetness has an aphrodisiac quality, making it hard to think of anything but keeping your face and tongue buried inside of them to get more.
Reptile monsters with hemiclitori to make pleasure even more intense as you eat them out.
Monsters with vaginal canals they can restrict and shift around independently, allowing them to form fit themselves perfectly to your fingers or cock.
Robots with slits that vibrate as you grind against or fuck them.
Hyena monster women with pseudo-penises.
PUSSY TENTACLES!!
Idk man like monster cocks are neat but I need to eat out weird monster pussy okay?
it fucking sucks that getting impaled """kills you""" they should at least give you one freebie. i would look soooo sexy and boyish getting martyred on the spear
An incubus that gains power from breeding and getting knocked up. He seduces people into unprotected sex and gains a certain amount of power from having their babies. The more pregnant they are, the more powerful they are. Higher-level incubi are huge, lower lower-level incubi are often baby factories.
Sex with an incubus is wild and dazing. Their allure draws you in, and once you're in his cunt it's like you lose all control. You find yourself losing your inhibitions and just enacting every dirty fantasy you've ever had on them in order to have the strongest orgasm you've ever had in your life. And you don't stop cumming. It feels like it lasts hours, just deliriously pounding deep into this incubi's cervix and cumming nonstop.
breeding kink but ONLY for monster fucking. some human promising to put a baby in me does nothing for me. but a werewolf deep in rut desperate to mount and shove their swelling knot in me and we get locked together for at LEAST 15min until it deflates while my stomach visibly extends from how much cum is being pumped into my poor abused hole and whole time theyre rambling abt how great our pups are gonna be..? 😳😳
Pretty little morsel. Bet you never expected for your life to take such a turn when you invited yourself into my cavern. You look so good with your belly nearly bursting from within your traveling leathers, the skin stretched tight and hot.
You humans are so soft and fragile, but you make such lovely incubators.
You stumbled into my lair without a care, at least outside of whatever treasure you hoped to find, completely oblivious to the danger within. Your feet found my web just before my fangs sank into your delicate flesh, but my venom aimed to paralyze, not kill.
Your kind is tasty, I'll admit, but I had other plans for your flesh.
Do you remember how easily my ovipositor slipped inside of you, stretching you open to accept my precious bounty? Or the feel of that first walnut-sized orb, cool and supple, rhythmically sliding down my shaft before your hole so eagerly swallowed it up? One by one, then ten, twenty, thirty, each one filling up your stomach a little bit more. All the while, all you could do was lay there watching and panting, your eyes rolling in your head from panic and fear.
Mmm, delicious.
It's been three days since your arrival, and it's been a joy to watch my latest brood grow. I wrapped your limbs in the finest of silks but took care to leave your middle exposed, eager to watch it swell. Larger and rounder it grows, stretching fabric and splitting seams to reveal a belly struggling to contain my precious eggs.
Can you feel them moving, little morsel? The way my babies flutter and squirm in their eggs, eager to be born?
Hi all, as the title suggests an emergency obliterated my savings and maxed out my credit card, so I'm opening up some commission slots to try and get on my feet.
I will draw, with very few exceptions, any nasty freak shit your heart desires. No request is too weird or niche, on the off chance I can't do it I will politely let you know. (And yes, I do furries! They just take me longer so I will charge slightly more)
Prices start at a base of $40 per figure for uncolored lines and go up from there based on complexity. Feel free to reach out just to get a price estimate of what you want, I won't be offended if you decide you can't afford it. Also, I'll give discounts to anyone subscribed to my Patreon.
Even if you're not interested or able to purchase one, I'd appreciate your help sharing this post around the relevant communities! Thank you!
Please please please I wanna be tied to a werewolf in heat with their fat cock buried inside me and I’m completely helpless as they follow their instincts and keep pumping me full of so many loads of cum until we’re both so exhausted we can’t move but by now the werewolf is so addicted to my cumslicked hole they can’t stop thrusting into me and I’m trapped there with a massive knotted cock being pushed into me over and over all day unable to escape more loads being shot into me or my big new mate licking at their prized breeding toy
cnc blogs do not interact and do not tag as cnc or cnc kink!!!
You’re legally obligated to like/reblog this if any of the following apply:
- you’re queer and have acid reflux
- you’re transmasc and wanna bounce up and down on girlcock, be bred by her and have every hole filled with her dick
- you’re against the Catholic Church
- you’re transmasc and wanna sit on a girls lap, casually sucking on her titties while you feel her cock get hard beneath you
- hate JK Rowling
- you’re transmasc and wanna take a transfemme on a car ride to a nice mountain overlook before you fuck her on the back seat with your biggest strapon
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