where’s the royalty kink stuff that’s between a prince and a king of another kingdom? i’ve seen prince x knight (which i love), prince x thief, prince x prince, but consider: prince x king (from a different kingdom)
a king is visiting the kingdom to find a bride that will help keep peace between the nations. at the last kingdom. the king and queen are waiting with their sons and daughters, the princesses are lined up in their finest dresses, blushing or disinterested. time has been organised for the visiting king to spend with each of them to get to know them and see if they like each other, but each day the king’s gaze always wanders to one of their brothers in particular. each time the prince flushes and looks away, which only makes the king stare more. he corners the prince whenever he can, converses with him, convinces him to go out riding with him. he asks the prince if he might join him for a nightcap. blushing and eyes darting the prince worries if they will be seen, but accepts. the wine is forgotten about when the prince’s hands are clawing in the furs around the king’s shoulders as strong hands hold him in the king’s lap before picking him up and depositing him on the bed. the king is soft and coaxing with the virgin prince, telling him he doesn’t have to take his cock right away, but the prince is curious and eager. even after prepping him, the king stretches the prince out, hushing, stroking his sides, as his thrusts become rougher and his gentle voice never stops telling the prince how well he’s taking him, how warm and tight and perfect he is, how pretty he looks with his hair spilled around him, with tears pricking the corner of his eyes, with his lips flush and swollen. the king holds the prince through the night, knowing he has found his betrothed.
a prince from a fallen and ruined kingdom seeking refuge at a neighboring kingdom they’ve always had a rocky relationship with. the king smirks at the princeling and says he can stay in his palace for a price. at first he has the prince eat with him. then has clothes he wants the prince to wear set out. thin, light fabrics in pale blues and whites, gold and silver chains around his neck and waist and arms, pins for his hair, rouge for his cheeks, powder for his eyes. the prince has brought few clothes with him and picks from what feels the least humiliating to wear, until he notices how the king stares at him, how his eyes feast on him when the prince wears these clothes. he thinks he can turn this humiliation back onto the king if he plays into it, wears the most revealing clothes he can to distract the king. maybe he’d embarrass himself and lose track of his thoughts during important meetings, maybe he’d be so seduced that the prince could wrap him around his finger. though the king knew what games the prince was playing. he’d start putting his hands on the prince more, on his neck, on his hips, moving him around. the prince’s confidence seemed to disappear as the king made more and more advances. he wasn’t sure when he was reacting and responding to the touches on purpose as an act… or when he was naturally responding to them for real. by the time he’s let the king dress him in nothing but chains and jewels and he’s warming his cock while the king reads through important documents and when he’s bouncing on the king’s cock afterwards as a reward for keeping so still, he’s forgotten he was ever trying to act.
a prince and a king from waring kingdoms who end up stranded together, perhaps left for dead, and have to work together to get back to safety. the king mocks the prince for his brashness, for still having so much to learn, and the prince spits back at the king for being stuck in his ways, for being stubborn and lazy. they continue to fight, even as they bandage each other’s wounds and have to draw close together in front of the fires they build. when they wash in the stream the prince thinks he’s being sneaky when he glances at the king, scared body half submerged in water, but the king knows he’s being watched. eventually when their soldiers find them, the king has already fucked the prince on the dirt in front of their campfire with it’s flames dancing in the prince’s eyes, in a field during an argument as he pushed the prince’s face into the dirt and grass and pinned him there, against the bed of the river after holding the prince’s head underwater until he was spluttering around his cock. if the soldiers noticing the flush on the prince’s and king’s cheeks before they’ve even started arguing again, they don’t say anything. perhaps the prince asks his father to appoint him to be in charge of handling the peace treaty between the kingdoms so he can have an excuse to keep visiting the other king.
or something like that, i don’t know
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When your new roommate said the apartment was haunted, you thought he was crazy. He said the ghost was friendly, that he liked to move things around and knock on doors sometimes, that you didn’t need to worry, and you didn’t pay any mind to it because the apartment was really nice and cheap.
But now you know he was right. Kind of. He got two things wrong: there were more than one ghost, and they were not friendly. They were horny. They touch you anytime, anywhere, no matter what you’re doing. You go nights without sleep because they keep fingering you and fucking you with their invisible cocks. You can’t take a shower without your pussy and mouth being used. Your panties are always wet thanks to their constant teasing, but they almost never let you cum, so you’re perpetually needy.
You cannot possibly tell your roommate about the embarrassing situation, so you refuse to leave your bedroom if he’s home. But now he wants to introduce you to some of his friends who came to watch the superbowl and you’ve run out of excuses, so you have to do your best to keep it together and watch the game while the ghosts do whatever they want with you.
ok but when is it my turn to be tied up on display for the enemy knights that have taken me captive. for my cheeks to burn with embarrassment and shame as the attackers i’ve been taught to hate my entire life look at me with sick delight and hunger at my vulnerable state. for the remains of my pretty royal clothes to sit shredded on the floor.
for the captain of the guard to step forward and let their rough gloved hands pull and tease and bruise my soft untouched skin. for them to roughly grab my chin and force me to make eye contact as their hand dips between my legs for the first time, rubbing my clit far more harshly than i’ve ever done with my own fingers. for them to undo their belt as my attitude dissolves and i beg them to stop, telling them they can do whatever they want with their hands but please nothing else. they ignore me, of course.
for every knight in the room to see me utterly broken on their leader’s cock, eventually giving up the struggle because it feels as good as it is rough. for them to make me finish, crying out as i cum harder than i ever have. for them to decide that they may not ask for a ransom at all, that the price for their new royal bedwarmer is far higher than my kingdom could imagine paying.
for them to laugh as they announce that i should have something to keep me full while they leave for their daily trainings, keep me wet and needy for them until they return to the barracks (maybe later they’ll even let the other knights touch me and use the rest of my body to get them all off— of course, the captain is the only one that gets to be inside of me). for them to pull out their sword, sharp and glistening and beautiful, and slowly push the thick hilt into me— as fun as it would be to thrust it fast and rough into me, they prefer to see my cute royal cunt slowly swallow every inch. for them to leave me helpless and dripping and ruined until they return to break me some more that evening.
godddd i want to be fucked by something unseen, where i can't do anything to stop it. whether it be a ghost that's turned itself invisible, or just a creature that's small enough to fit in my underwear, i don't care. i just want to be forced to cum again and again with no control over what's happening
like, out in public and forced to keep quiet and not react as something fucks into me or at home and reduced to a whining, drooling heap because of how many times it's forced me to come
even better if i'm out and about in public and i didn't realize it was there until it's too late for me to go back home, so i'm forced to deal with orgasm after orgasm in front of other people while not understanding what's going on
like, a ghost that haunts my house takes a liking to me and one day decides that just watching me get off isn't enough. and i have to suffer for making him so horny (even though i didn't realize i was doing it) and pounds into me while i'm on the train, making me cum again and again, freaked out bc i don't know what's going on but i have to keep quiet because there's other people on this bus and i don't want them to know that i've already orgasmed twice since getting on the train, and there's still two hours to go before i reach my stop. this is before he starts playing with my clit and i realize that he was going easy on me
or like, i'm going tent camping alone somewhere, and late at night, i'm having a wet dream. a small parasitic tentacle monster that feeds on human arousal smells how wet i am, and crawls into my panties and attaches itself to my pussy. it has a sucker over where my clit is, and several tentacles that can swell up and get bigger that it shoved into my pussy. i half wake up, and think i'm still dreaming when i feel something fucking into me and sucking on my clit, but after two orgasms i wake up fully and realize there's something actually there. i start panicking and try to sit up, only for the parasite to fuck me deeper and release some kind of aphrodisiac that makes me fall boneless to the floor. i'm terrified, even as the aphrodisiac kicks in, but i can't do anything to try and get it off because i feel boneless and my arms aren't working right. eventually, once i've resigned myself to my fate (and after it feels sated with how many times i've cummed) my arms start working again and i can get up, but by this point i cant do anything to get it off. so i go home. and occasionally have to call out of work because my parasite decided it was hungry, so i'm stuck cumming again and again until it's satisfied
sorry for how long this is, i just really want my pussy to be used without my consent lol
Easter in Free Use City is, like most things, completely different than what Easter is like for the rest of the world. When you have an entire city with no children you can afford to change up the holiday games and make them a lot more adult friendly.
Bunny Secretary walks up to you at your desk, a smirk on his lips that hold a million secrets. You’re working like it’s a normal day, only kind of wondering why the entire floor is cleared of your colleagues.
“Hey, sweets, you need to get downstairs for the annual egg hunt.”
At your confused glance, Bunny Secretary’s smirk only grows darker, his cock twitching with uncontainable excitement. Pre leaks in his briefs at your pure naivety. That’ll be gone before long and it’ll all be because of him.
“Confused? Well, darling, every year I get to pick one person to plant this lovely egg vibrator inside of. When I do, the office is alerted and the hunt begins.”
He holds up a brightly covered egg shaped toy, decorated as if it were an actual Easter egg. Realization dawns on you and your legs subtly try and rub together, your body throbbing at the idea of all these big sexy monsters pawing at you, plunging their giant fingers inside of you in attempts to find the egg. Bunny Secretary’s eyes gleam as if reading your mind.
“First one to find the egg gets the prize. And this year that prize… is you,” he purrs, his bunny nose twitching as he inhales deep gulps of your arousal.
With a swift push of your chair, Bunny Secretary has you ass up, leaning against the desk and ready for him. Your core leaking with arousal and making him drool.
His hands run over your body, caressing you with a dark and twisted reverence like he just can’t get enough of you. But it’s not just enough to taste and the urge has him leaning in to get a taste.
The moment your essence drips onto his tongue, Bunny Secretary swears he blacks out. All he can sense is your taste, everything else going dark as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue reaching far into your depths, swirling the thick muscle inside of you. Fucking you relentlessly with his mouth and getting you ready to take the toy.
He works you with his tongue, higher and higher till your pretty hole flutters around him, desperate to cum. You whine in protest when he pulls back but a moment later and the thick egg is stretching your slick walls as he pops the toy inside of you.
At first nothing happens. You stand on shaky legs and your lips part, about to ask what gives, when Bunny Secretary clicks something on a miniature remote and your body is buzzing to life. Sparks of pleasure shoot from your core and instead of words, you moan like the slut you are as your knees buckle. The shock of it instantly turning you into a gushing mess.
It only takes that last bit of vibration to have you coming at your desk, barely able to stand. Bunny Secretary is right there to keep you upright, bringing you firmly against his chest. Even that has you coming harder till finally the vibrations stop and you slump against him.
“Hmm. I wonder how long it’ll take them to find you when you already look so fucking wrecked,” he rasps, voice hoarse with his own need, and his lips curled in a smug grin.
You briefly wonder what he means as he helps practically carry you downstairs where the office is holding the hunt. It all makes sense as Bunny Secretary opens the door and you’re immediately greeted with what looks to be a war zone.
But no, it’s not a war zone. It’s the biggest damn orgy you’ve ever seen in your life. Everyone from the office railing each other in search of the egg. The egg currently inside you. The reminder has you clenching around it and trying to hold in the lewd moans that beg to spill from your lips.
“Happy Easter,” he sings in your ear, “Now get in there.”
Thinking about being lower royalty that knows I need to keep my kingdom safe. And when we're forced to form an alliance with the werewolves, I don't argue when I'm added as part of the deal, told I'm getting sent to be of use to the werewolves for whatever it is they need.
I'm taken along with chests of gifts, full of gold and jewels, and I'm dressed just as fancily, in expensive silks and makeup to present me as the perfect gift, and brought to the throne room.
I can feel every eye on me when I walk the path between the gathering of nobles and advisors. The guards against the walls stare, the servants I pass trail their eyes over me, and when I arrive in front of the thrones of their group of leaders, they gaze at me hungrily as I bow before them, pledging my service to them.
Such a willing prize intrigues them, more than the gold or jewels of the treaty. They beckon me closer, telling me that if I really am so eager to serve, then show them I'm worth the trouble of helping my kingdom.
I'm pushed down to my knees before the biggest of their leaders, who arches an expectant brow, and I know what they want. I've studied their kingdom, and I'm well versed in the way they pledge their loyalty. For my kingdom, I'd remind myself.
I can feel every eye in the room on me when I lean forward to press my lips against the slowly growing bulge against the werewolves tightening pants, slowly undoing the buttons and tugging away fabric to reveal his hard cock, and anticipation curls in my stomach despite the situation.
You know what to do, He'd say with a smirk, and I would, wrapping my hand around the thick base of his cock, letting him push it past my lips to make me take him deep on my mouth. I can hear the excited murmurs of the crowd behind me, but I'm more focused on the werewolf before me, and I can't help but moan as his grip tightens.
He mutters praises as I take him deeper, my hands stroking where my mouth won't reach, completely entranced, and he seems to like it, really like it, because before I know it, he's got a fist in my hair as he cums down my throat with a low groan.
I'm pulled away suddenly, and my face is pressed in the lap of another, a werewolf who spreads her legs and guides my face to her cunt. I grasp her thighs and let her push my head where she wants it, moaning against her as she angles my head to lick her steadily.
I'd feel large hands on my hips, suddenly, and gasp, I didn't even realize they had been getting up, but I'm practically surrounded, though they made sure to leave space for the audience to see me. One is toying with the fabric of my clothes thoughtfully before ripping them off. Its only a matter of moments before I'm bare before the crowd, and I feel thick, oiled fingers sinking into me to prepare me for what I know is about to happen. I'd assure myself its for the good for my people, that i don't really want it, but its hard to believe that when I'm coming on their fingers with a moan.
My face is pushed to the lap of another, my hands guided to wrap around a thick cock as she strokes my head soothingly before forcing her cock down my throat. I'm unable to hold back desperate, pathetic sounds as they use me as they please, and when I feel someone line up to push into me, my mind goes blank and all I want is to please them.
They use me in front of their nobles and guards, my advisors and the servants we brought along, but I couldn't care less. They fuck me, one after the other, some with their fingers, some with me bent over their throne, some grab me and spread me wide so everyone can see as they sink into me, and they don't stop till each of them have had their fill, until the only sound I can make is pitiful moans and spreading my legs feels like second nature. My clothes are torn and the nice makeup is smudged and my shoulders and neck are covered in dark marks they've left, and I'm lying blissfully in the arms of one of the werewolves, my mind on nothing but the thought of them.
Later, once I've been bathed and rested and brought to a meeting room where they’re all getting handsy again, they'll tell me that if they knew this alliance would have such nice perks they would have agreed to it sooner. I'd know for sure that I'm never getting out of this arrangement, but as I'm guided to my knees, big hands cupping my chin as I look up at them, I realize that I don't think I want to.
Hi um so i read your slut academy and my queer ass (she/they lol) was like 👀 when the female roomate was helping get the reader situated to everything and i just was wondering if they had "study sessions" together where theyd help each other out maybe helping them take a bigger plug or giving them tips for oral and maybe one of the female teachers came by and decided to stay and give them both a "private lesson" also its okay if you dont do this or feel uncomfy with it but hopefully you arent lol anyways try to stay happy and healthy
hey nonnie!
I'm sorry you had to wait since 2021 to get an answer to this <3 ˙◠˙ I hope you're still around. But this ask aged like fine wine. Buckle up, guys, Miss Clarence is on the way do your dorm rooms. Make sure you're wet and ready for her!
The Slut Academy: Miss Clarence's Instructions
Content Warning: free use
Ever since Miss Clarence told me she'd take me as her personal pet if I do good on my exams, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop thinking about the way she touched my tits. Lauren and I practiced breast play on each other regularly now, because of course Miss Clarence was right: it was an important part of the finals. We have to be good at it.
And the best part about it was that we could cockwarm while doing it. Two things at once. Having to concentrate on Laurens tits while being stuffed with my biggest dildo for half an hour, or an hour even, was the sweetest torture. Of course, it was good training, too.
Of course, tonight is no different. I have a medium sized plug in, but paired with the dildo I'm sitting on I feel thoroughly stuffed. Lauren is doing homework, so I'm kneeling under her desk. Her tits are out, of course. She's cockwarming a knotted toy and keeps shifting around on it. Knotted toys are new for us, using them is a new program the Slut Academy created. I have no class with them this semestre, but one is scheduled for me in the next. The first time I saw Lauren with one in our room, my eyes bulged. I was a hot mess by the time she had worked it into her tight hole, her needy moans and huffs made me all hot and bothered. It still has that effect on me. Imagining the thick knot in her greedy little hole makes both my holes clench around the toys stuffed into them.
"C'm on," comlains Lauren. I lost concentration and stopped sucking her tits.
"Sorry," I say and blow on her nipple. She shifts again on the knot. I fasten my mouth to her tit again and decide to help her along. The hand not occupied with teasing her right nipple sneaks between her legs. I rub her pussy lips in a teasing manner, stroke aorund her clit without touching it. Her hips start moving and I see her starting to lift, to fuck herself.
I push her hips down firmly with both hands. "No," I say and she whines. She isn't supposed to fuck herself on the length of the toy, she's supposed to keep the knot in. She has to stop squirming or she'll never pass the course.
When she settles, I start flicking her nipple with my tonue agian and tug on the nipple clamps on my own. My hips have started to rotate, seeking friction from the toys in my holes. I'm allowed to do that, but I startle when I hear a sensual chuckle next to the text.
It's Miss Clarance. "Good girls," she praises us. "How long have you been sitting on that, Lauren?"
"A-about an hour, Miss Clarance," says Lauren and I can see a gush of her arousal seeping out of her. "She's been sucking my tits for just as long," she adds.
Miss Clarance makes a pleased sound. "Don't stop", she instructs. I do as I'm told and keep sucking and pulling Laurens nipples and play around with her tits. I can hear Miss Clarance walking. She's behind me and reaches between my legs, feels my stuffed holes, flicks my clit and I moan loudly.
"Good girl", Miss Clarance praises me. "I hear you got almost all A's, is that right?"
"Hmmhm", I moan.
"It's true. Only one B", Lauren says, breath shaky.
Miss Clarance reaches around my body and grabs my tits in her hands, sueezing lightly before massaging them. "The B is in what class?" she asks and pulls both my nipples forward with the chain between the clamps.
I release Laurens nipple with a wet pop. "It's in french kissing, Miss Clarance."
"Why?"
"I was paired with a boy that just failed rimming", I grumble.
Miss Clarance laughs. "Poor you", she says. "No matter. I got you to be my pet over the holidays. And if you're good, over the next semestre too. Do you like that, slut?"
"Yes, Miss Clarance!" I mean it. Miss Clarance's body is a dream come true. I can think of things so much worse than worshipping her perfect tits every day.
"Good girl", she preaises again. Lauren shifts on her knotted toy. Even if the cooing and the praising isn't directed at her, I know Miss Clarance's sensual voice is doing something to her. That, and I started sucking her tits again. Miss Clarance never told me to stop and I know she likes her girls obedient.
"Come to my office in an hour and I'll clip my tag onto your collar. No orgasms 'til then, you hear?"
"Yes, Miss Clarance!"
"Prepare yourself to be calling me mistress from now on. And make Lauren cum, she looks as if she might combust if you don't", she chuckles as she leaves our room.
I redouble my efforts, graze Laurens nipples with my teeth and roll the other around between my fingers while the other hand slides to her pussy. She's so wet it gushes out of her around the thick knotted toy. I slide my fingers around her ruind hole, making her whimper.
It's a powerful feeling, seeing her like this. Blissed out and whining at my hand. But Miss Clarance told me to make her cum, so I will. I reach her clit with my hand, flick it and start rubbing. Slow, at first. I know she's close to being overstimulated already. She's edged for an hour before sitting on the know and has cockwarmed the toy ever since. I know she's so fucking desperate.
It doesn't take much to make her cum. A strong suck, a few harder stokes and she throws her head back and arches her back so far I fear she might fall off the chair. I can see her pussy clenching around the knot - fuck, what a sight. I'm excited for next semestre, when I'll be instructed to to this thing, too.
She bows forward after a moment and I catch her in my arms, uncomfortably aware of my stuffed holes and clamped nipples. No orgasm for me, tho. Clear instructions.
I stroke Laurens back as she recoveres and gingerly lifts herself off the toy. I give her ruined pussy a few soft strokes, spread her wetness around and help her to the shower.
We shower together, all while I'm stuffed. When we're done, she's sufficiently recovered and smirks at me.
"Jeez, no wonder you got an A+ on your last breast play exam", she chuckles. "Have fun with Miss Clarance. I heard she likes to break her pets in as soon as she gets them so... I won't wait up."
I pull my clothes over my clamped nipples and stuffed holes and make my way to Miss Clarance's office, brimming with anticipation.
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All of you really, really wanted another part of the Slut Academy! Some of these asks are three years old or older. I'm so sorry.
your favorite knight pulls you into an empty room in the middle of the day for a little fun with you. bent over a desk or table while you take them, they keep their hand firmly over your mouth. “shh, little royal. the walls may be thick but you whine enough for the whole kingdom to hear.”
what you don’t see in your compromised position is that they haven’t shut the door completely, a small crack providing an incredible view for any passersby. and when another knight inevitably hears during their rounds and catches you…
you look back at your knight, eyes wide and silently begging them to help, to bail you out of the situation you’ve found yourself in, but they don’t even look at you. they just smile at the voyeur— “well come on, if you take their mouth maybe it’ll finally shut them up for good.”
and now that another knight knows what a slut you are, and that all they have to do is to catch you in the act for the chance to get their hands on you, well, word travels fast in the barracks. pretty soon you hardly even have time for your normal duties, every time you walk through the halls alone is an opportunity for any number of rough, calloused hands to pull you off.
cockwarming is such a huge turn on for me. When I imagine it with monsters, it's mostly orcs. I always think of being part of their gear, strapped to their bodys with their cock inside me for the whole day. I'm there to keep their thick dicks warm while they go hunting. I'm fucked while they run but when they sit or stand, I'm just keeping their dicks warm. I'll get so turned on that it's dripping down their thighs but that's just how it is. It's rare for me to orgasm while being strapped to them, but when I do, it's overwhelming. They, however, cum several times a day, filling me. Once a young orc is old enough they will get their own dumb human slut to cockwarm them. They can try out which hole they want to use to keep their cocks in.
Thoughts on this?
It’s a very hot fantasy and you describe it really well. I mean, it’s not something *I* want to do but I am down to see it happen to you and others here. :D
I knew I'd end up here from the beginning. My family already had two daughters before me, and just the oldest one was allowed to stay and marry the baker's son. My other sister has already been sold off two years ago and now it's my turn. My parents sold me to one of the common orcish markets and here I am, naked, bound to a pole on some kind of low stage while orcish familys shop for their son's first human cockwarmer.
We're the perfect size for them. Small and light enough not to be a bother with their gear but flexible enough to take their cocks in all holes. The perfect cockwarmer for a dapper young orc. At least I'm with a somewhat prestigious auctioneer.
It's still early, my nipples are hard in the cold air. The auctioneer has already teased them to attention, even though that wouldn't have been necessary at all. I bet he has fun doing this. Preparing young woman for their sales. He's currently fingering the woman beside me to make her wet enough in case an orc wants to try her out. He does the same to me, afterwards. Teasing my entrance, finger fucking me on this stage but I'm beyond being embarrassed. I've already been here yesterday and the day before.
The market begins to get more lively, orcish familys are shopping for their day-to-day lives. The auctioneer told us that it could be a few days before we're sold off, it's normal.
"How about these?", I hear an orcish woman say. Orcish females are smaller than the orcish males, not as packed with muscles. I can see her son scanning the rows of women on stage.
"Would you like to try one?", asks the auctioneer. The younger orc seems uncertain, but his mother is having none of that.
"Yes. How about the blonde?", she asks his son. 'The blonde' is the woman beside me. The son nods, so the auctioneer frees her from the pole without freeing her hands from behind her back. The young orc lifts her effortlessly, aligns his massive cock with her entrance and lowers her onto it. She starts screaming almost immedeately, even though it's just the head of his cock inside of her. He pulls her off and his mother scoffs. The auctioneer secures her to the pole again.
"Too many of them make a big deal out of this", sighs the mother. Another orc joins them. He must be the father.
"It's his first. It should be a good one. The screamers are never good", he tells them and adjusts his own cockwarmer. She's a tall woman, stapped so that her front is against his broad chest. Her bindings doesn't seem to be too uncomfortable. I can see that her nipples are pierced and there's a decorative chain hanging from them, complete with sparkling pendants. She's also wearing a collar. Her legs are spread on either side of him and she's hanging in the gear like she owns it. It's beautiful, soft leather decorated with germs. I gather that this is a wealthy orcish family. She's wearing a ballgag. I can see cum leaking from her stuffed cunt, but she's taking the fat cock like a pro. Her eyes are almost closed, as if she's dozing. I bet she's a good cockwarmer.
"I want to try the other one." It's the first thing the younger orc says and he's looking straight at me. I look at his cock. It shouldn't, but the sight of it makes me even more wet than I already am from the finger fucking.
"Good choice", praises his mother. "She fits right in with your wardrobe."
The auctioneer frees me from the pole, grabs between my legs and presents my wetness to them. "She seems to be more willing", he says and swats my ass.
The young orc looks me up and down and then he tugs at my nipples, tests my wetness himself. He doesn't seem to want another 'screamer'. I guess I'd be lucky to be sold to them, they seem decent enough. So when he lifts me, I spread my legs to make it easier for him. His strengh is unbelievable as he slowly lowers me.
His cock is so big. The tip is inside and it only gets thicker from there. I breath through the feeling but I can't help moaning and mewling a little bit. His cock's got bumps and ridges, too. Every time he moves a tiny shock of pleasure rushes through me. I know he's not inside me to the hilt, but he stops. Then he's lifting me up, loweing me down again and fucks up into me a few times.
I moan louder this time and his parents cuckle. "She's better", says his father. "She's taking it like a good cockwarmer should." I'm still impaled on this thick cock, but when I look up I can see the younger orc nod.
"This one", he says and pulls me off of his cock. My displeased noise makes him chuckle, too. "Good human", he says and pushes his hand between my legs. He stuffs two of his fingers into me, fucking me hard and fast and the feeling is so good that I come almost immediately.
I think his parents have already agreed on a price and payed for me, because he lifts me up to rest against him, but doesn't put his cock in me. We pass a few sales booths before we stop. They're selling leather goods.
"Your first?", asks the vendor. My orc nods and presents me. "Beautiful", praises the vendor. "You need a full gear?", he asks.
"Yes. And a collar", says his mother, patting his shoulder.
They decide on a collar first. He's got black hair, so the collar is black, too. It's got a few germs on it as well. They also buy a chain to go between my nipples once they're pierced, but my orc pats my head and tells me it'll be a while before we do that. It's similar to the one his father's cockwarmer has, but I like mine better. It has red pendants and germs, little metal discs and glass ornaments. They buy a fitting ballgag and a buttplug with a big red jewel at the base for 'special occasions', because as an orc you can't go to a party without your cockwarmer having one of these - or that's what the vendor says.
The gear is last. It's soft, black leather like the one I saw on my orcs father. I step into it and he lifts me up again, while the vendor adjusts the straps. Once it's secure, he lowers me onto his thick dick again. I can only mewl around the gag this time, but he hears it and tugs at my nipples. He's playful, it's almost fun and I think back to my oldest sister, marrying the boring baker's son. Again, I can't take him all the way, but he fucks up into me a few time, testing the gear, tugging at my nipples. I feel him speading my ass cheeks with his hands, a finger is at my asshole and I cum when he slowly pushes it inside, the added fullness pushes me over the edge.
This time, he comes, too. The amount of cum flooding my pussy is unbelievable, it's hot and sticky and it makes me come again, pulsing around his cock and I sink down the last few inches. I'm fully seated on his massive cock now, hanging in my gear.
"Perfect", says the vendor. I'd almost forgotten him, sighing with my eyes half closed, the warmth of my orc and his cock in my pussy is comforting. "She'll be a good cockwarmer, I know these things."
I guess his parents pay for the gear and accessories, but I can't be sure because when they start walking again his cock slowly fucks me. I can already feel another orgasm approaching. I'll be leaking like his father's cockwarmer in no time, because his cock swells again and I feel another load of cum filling me up.
I love it. I'll be a good cockwarmer for him. He pats my head again and starts playing with my nipples, making my pussy clench around him as we pass tiny shops and booths.
You lived in a small, quiet village. It was a beautiful place, like something out of a fairy tale, surrounded by trees and mountains. The villagers were happy, prosperous, and had known only peace for centuries. Their crops grew, the rain was plentiful, and their livestock grew strong and fat.
But that prosperity came with a price.
It was something that no one ever discussed in more than hushed whispers. Every year, twenty-eight days before the summer solstice, a sacrifice was to be made to their god. Their god never took a life in repayment for the protection they provided. Instead, it asked that the villagers gave life.
And you'd been chosen to do just that.
It was the evening before the summer solstice, and the village was hosting a feast in your honour. Everyone was there, family and friends, all coming together to celebrate that you'd been chosen to serve your god. Tomorrow night, you'd travel up the mountain to await your fate, left alone in a cave for the one you all worshipped to make itself known.
Excitement and apprehension had butterflies taking wing in the pit of your tummy. You'd tried asking around to the others who'd been chosen, but they'd always been very secretive. No one else in the village seemed to know what happened up on the mountain, only that the chosen would keep to themselves after, never to marry or bear children. And while they'd never seemed to long for a different kind of life, you couldn't help but worry that the same future awaited you.
But there wasn't time to worry. The celebration was over, and it was time for you to go to bed one last time before your life changed forever.
You woke up early the next morning, having slept fitfully the night before. Your small house was dreadfully quiet, and you had a brief moment to wish you still lived with your family. The sounds of them going about their normal routine would have been soothing on a day like this one.
But the day after you'd been chosen, you'd been given a home of your own to live in among the others who'd served your god. It had been something of a lonely time since you'd moved in. The others were polite and kind, but distant. You understood why; they held secrets no one else in the village knew, and that surely weighed on them.
Anxiety had your tummy in knots, so you only managed to choke down a few mouthfuls of breakfast. You took a seat at your kitchen table, waiting for the sun to rise. It was then that you heard a quiet knock on the door.
It was time.
You rose unsteadily to your feet, smoothing your clothing as best you could. When you opened the door, you found the others waiting. They all looked completely calm. You wished you could say the same for yourself. Swallowing hard, you followed them out of the village and up the mountain path. It was a steep slope, but none of the others seemed to have any trouble traversing it. You wondered if you'd grow accustomed to walking this path too someday.
You were sweating by the time you reached the cave. A soft sigh of relief escaped you as you stepped into the welcoming darkness. One of the others told you to stay there, and you watched as their outlines passed you as they headed deeper into the cave. They moved quickly and confidently, despite the gloom.
Fidgeting, you waited for further instructions. A gentle hand took you by the elbow, startling you from your worry.
"Don't worry," they murmured in a low voice. "We were all anxious when we first came here."
It was reassuring to know, but you couldn't unstick your tongue enough to thank them for their kindness. Instead, you nodded wordlessly. There was nothing for you to do but wait.
Finally, light flared in the distance. Someone lit one torch and then another, and another, filling the cavern with light. You blinked against the brightness. Still, relief flooded through you that you could see your surroundings at last. You glanced around eagerly, taking in as much as you could.
But the cave was… well, perhaps unremarkable was the wrong word, but not nearly as fantastic as you had expected it to be. Stalacites hung from the ceiling of the cave, while the floor was clear. And in the dim light, you could see a faint shimmer against the walls.
Was that… water?
You took a step forward before you could think better of it, utterly entranced. How had you not known that this was here? You were seized by the urge to dip your toes into the water, to feel its coolness lapping at your skin.
One of the others stopped you from getting any closer. Their smile was gentle.
"Patience, little one," they said. "First, we must prepare you."
Prepare you? What did that mean?
They took you by the hand and led you to the edge of the pool and then around it. You found that you could hardly tear your gaze away from its smooth surface.
"Watch your step."
The warning forced you to look where you were going. On the other side of the pool was a circular dais, elevated just enough for whoever was upon it to look down at the water.
You knew without asking that that was where you would wait for your god.
The others led you up to the dais, and shock rippled through you as they began to strip. You balked.
"What… what are you doing?" you stammered.
"We do not hide from the one we serve."
There was no chastisement in the response, and yet you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. What a foolish question to have asked. You quickly disrobed and couldn't help but allow your gaze to wander, not to the water this time, but to the others around you.
They all had a similar build, you noticed. Rounded hips and tummies, and full, luscious tits.
Arousal pooled low in your belly even as your cheeks heated.
Now was not the time for such thoughts.
The others were completely bare now, and they gestured for you to go on ahead of them. A soft gasp escaped you as soon as you set foot on the first step. Instead of being cool as you'd expected, the stone was warm, like a living thing.
This truly was a holy place.
It was only once you'd reached the very top of the dais that the others joined you. They surrounded you on all sides, some of them even brushing against you. The sight and feel of so much bare flesh was enough to fluster you, and you concentrated keeping your gaze focused on the ground.
That was why you didn't notice anyone reaching for the bottles until a gentle hand slid down your back. You jumped, started despite yourself.
"Oh, dear." The one who'd touched you pulled away immediately. "I'm sorry, we should have warned you." A soft smile, a gentle hand tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "We need to prepare you for this evening. These oils are to get you ready."
Get you ready?
"What does that…" You licked your lips and tried again. "What does that mean?"
But they didn't explain. Instead, someone held a bottle of oil up to your nose, allowing you to take a whiff.
Your mouth watered. Arousal rolled through you like thunder, and your knees went weak. Unable to utter another word of protest, you allowed your eyelids to flutter closed and surrendered yourself to their ministrations. Hands smoothed over your skin, gliding across your tummy and down your legs; fingers slipping between the globes of your ass and over your nipples.
Fuck, you were so turned on you could scarcely breathe.
They touched you everywhere. The soles of your feet, the backs of your knees, under your armpits. You were eased down onto your back on the dais, and the others followed you down. And that was when you felt it.
Long, confident fingers slipped between your legs and deep into your drenched cunt.
You should have been surprised. No one had mentioned anything about this. And yet, you knew that you would rather bite off your own tongue than tell them to stop. Instead, you spread your legs further, granting them further access to your supine body.
"That's it," someone murmured from just behind you. "We're to prepare your whole body."
"It is our god's will," someone else said, just to your right. They rolled your nipples between clever fingers.
"Yes," you moaned. "Yes, please."
An eternity seemed to pass.
An infinite number of hands caressed your body, spreading the oil and your own wetness across your skin. They even lubed up your asshole, deft fingers playing with the tight muscle until your body slowly came to accept the intrusion, and then become greedy for it. Soon both holes were grasping greedily at the fingers inside them, trying to suck them in deeper.
The pleasure built… and built… and built…
But they wouldn't let you climax.
Slowly, one by one, they pulled away from you. You whimpered and mewled in protest, earning soft chuckles. Someone pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, their tits brushing briefly against yours.
"Hush, little one," they murmured. "The sun is about to set. You're to meet our almighty now." They felt you stiffen, and laughed softly. "Do not be afraid. You are about to be blessed beyond measure. Just be patient."
The words barely penetrated the haze of lust. You lifted your head to watch as the others walked away. And as they disappeared, you knew that it would be so easy to reach down and touch yourself, to bring yourself to orgasm. It was tempting, beyond tempting, with how aroused you were.
But it felt… wrong, somehow.
So rather than reach down to strum your throbbing clit, you took up where the others had left off, massaging the oil deeper into your skin. You'd reached down to cup your tits, kneading your aching flesh, when you heard something unexpected.
The sound of sloshing water.
Fear threatened to pierce through the arousal.
You levered yourself up on your elbows just in time to watch as the first tentacle emerged from the pool. And then another…
… and another…
… until you were surrounded by them.
The beginnings of terror skittered down your spine. You parted your lips as a scream built up in your throat. But some base part of you… recognised the creature. Even though it's body—undoubtedly massive—was still hidden beneath the surface of the pool, you knew what this was.
This was your god, the one you'd been chosen to serve.
And so, instead of a scream, a whisper slipped past your lips.
"Please."
That was all it took. Cold tentacles coated in some kind of viscous fluid slithered around your wrists and ankles, spreading your legs apart and bringing your arms up over your head. The creature was incomprehensibly strong, impossible for even a hundred men to fight back against.
But you had no interest in resisting. Instead, your rapt gaze tried to take in everything at once, even your arousal eclipsed by your curiosity. The tentacles ranged in size from no wider than your pinky to as thick as your forearm. It was impossible to tell what colour they were, with the low light in the cave glistening off the creature's skin in a rainbow of different hues.
However, none of that was the most fascinating thing about the creature.
No. That distinction belonged to whatever substance it was secreting from its skin. Your skin tingled everywhere the creature touched, like flashes of pleasure zapping across your flesh and centering in your drenched cunt. Parts of your body you'd never given much thought to—the curve of your waist, your collar bone, your arch of your feet—all became erogenous zones.
Every slide of the creature's skin against yours sent pleasure zinging through you. It was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You basked in your god's love, absorbing it deep into your pores.
And that was when you felt a slender tendril curl around one of your aching nipples. You cried out, and the sound echoed through the cavern.
It was divine ecstasy. You wanted to feel it everywhere. And so, following some instinct you didn't quite understand, you arched your back and parted your thighs as much as you could, wordlessly encouraging the creature to continue its exploration of your body.
The response was immediate. Most of the larger tentacles had been hovering around you while the smaller, more nimble appendages crept along your bare form. Now, the larger tentacles swarmed you, wrapping around your waist, curling around your thighs…
And plunging into your soaked cunt.
Yes.
Your orgasm was almost instantaneous. A shocked, ecstatic cry tore itself free from your throat, only to be cut off by another tentacle pressing past your lips and down your throat.
The taste…
Ambrosia.
How had you lived without this for so long? You slurped hungrily on the tentacle, desperate to get your fill and utterly convinced that you never would. The syrupy taste of the tentacle almost eclipsed the pleasure flooding through your body from the tentacle pumping into your pussy. It made your head swim, and you were grateful for the tentacles holding you in place, or you feared you would have floated up to the ceiling.
An impossible number of tentacles surrounded you. The smaller ones zeroed in on the parts of your body that were most sensitive; the hollow of your throat, the back of your neck, your nipples, your clit.
And all the while, the ones in your cunt pistoned in and out of your body, stretching you impossibly wide. The sounds they made as they slid through your pussy was obscene, a beautiful harmony to the helpless grunts that escaped your throat despite the tentacle in your mouth.
Greedy, you tried to absorb it all, tried to etch every sensation into your memory.
Little did you realise that that was only the beginning.
The tentacles inside your pussy slowly withdrew, as did the one in your mouth, leaving you utterly bereft. It was agony, and you had to be the worst kind of sinner to deserve such a fate. An agonised wail tore itself free from your throat, and you thrashed in a desperate attempt to coax the creature back inside you.
It did not leave you to suffer for long.
With little ceremony, the creature stuffed another tentacle down your throat, and oh. It was one of the same tentacles that had been buried in your cunt. Your taste mingled with the sweetness from the creature's skin, utterly delicious. Another orgasm rippled through you, making you shudder and gasp and arch your hips, fucking up into nothing.
The creature accepted your wordless invitation. Another tentacle invaded your cunt, this one as thick as your forearm; you felt an insistent pressure at your rear entrance and knew that it was only a matter of time before another tentacle began fucking your ass. The smaller tentacles continued to toy with your nipples and clit, flicking over the sensitive buds until you saw stars.
And yet, despite how exquisite it all felt… you wanted more. You needed more.
And so, you received.
The creature picked up it's pace, fucking you harder and faster and deeper. You could feel the tip of its tentacle bumping up against your cervix, and a crazy thought flashed through your mind.
You wanted it to come inside you.
Fuck.
Eyes rolling back just imagining it, you sucked harder on the tentacle in your mouth, glutting yourself on its taste as though you that would convince the creature to empty its loads into you. The idea should have horrified you; that much come from a creature this size… it was impossible. You'd burst.
You need it like you needed your next breath.
The tentacle at your asshole finally pressed inside you. You'd never been so full; you never wanted to be left empty again. Helplessly, you clenched around the creature as yet another orgasm rolled through you.
It was all too much. Darkness encroached at the edges of your vision, and you surrendered gladly to escape the almost excruciating pleasure.
You weren't sure how long you'd blacked out for. Was it the wet, slapping sounds of the creature fucking your holes that woke you, or the next round of orgasms wracking your body?
None of it mattered.
Because the tentacle in your mouth—fucking your throat with a delicious gluk gluk gluk—had swollen, and the secretion from its skin had coated the roof of your mouth and the back of your tongue and—
More of the sweet liquid spurted from its tip and poured down your throat. It threatened to choke you; precious drops leaked from the corners of your mouth as you struggled to drink it all down. You knew that if you could, you'd have wailed in protest at the loss. Instead, you focused on gulping down as much as the syrupy fluid as you could.
You were so focused on the tentacle in your mouth that you almost missed the strange, fluttering sensation at your cervix. Something… something was entering your womb. Was the creature coming inside of you?
But you didn't have any time to ponder what was happening. Come was being pumped into your mouth and ass as you shuddered through yet another orgasm.
The creature fucking you was relentless. It seemed determined to see you filled to the brim, and as soon as one tentacle pulled out of one your soaked holes, another took its place. The tentacle in your cunt, so deliciously, agonisingly thick, finally pulled out, and more immediately swarmed to take its place.
Had you been more lucid, you may have wanted to take a look at that tentacle, to wonder how it differed from the others. But coherent thought was beyond you now. All you cared about was being a receptacle to your god's pleasure, to being filled up with its most holy essence.
You lost count of the number of times you came. By now, the tentacles that had been holding your wrists and ankles had released their grip; you were too come drunk to even lift your head, let alone resist. Those tentacles took their turn fucking you and coming inside your limp body.
How long had it been since you'd entered the cave? Hours? Days? Your belly was round and swollen from number of loads that had been pumped into you. The air smelled like sex and cum and sweat, a heady mixture that you breathed deep into your lungs. There was a puddle beneath you, a mixture of your juices and the creature's come that had spilled from your swollen cunt with each tentacle that fucked you and added to it.
You never wanted to leave this place.
But light was beginning to spill into the cave. The sun was coming up.
Your night of divine sacrifice was coming to an end. The creature seemed to sense it as well. Slowly, one by one, the tentacles withdrew from where they surrounded you and back into the water, until only the one in your mouth remained. As awful as losing the ones in your cunt and asshole had been, the thought of this tentacle leaving you was almost unbearable.
Nursing hungrily on the tentacle—as though you hadn't glutted yourself on its come the whole night—you didn't notice the sound of footsteps until the others had stopped just before the dais.
There were gasps and whispers. You felt giddy at the prospect of them seeing you service your god this way, and weakly spread your legs so that they might see the your soaked, puffy holes.
At last, the creature extracted its final tentacle from your slackened mouth and disappeared back into the pond.
You were beyond exhausted by now, and so uncomfortably full of come that you thought you might die from it. Despite all that, you reached up a trembling hand to rub your belly. If only there were a way too keep all of this inside you forever.
Finally, the others joined you up on the dais. Their expressions were awestruck.
"It's never stayed past sunrise before," someone murmured. "It's a miracle."
They hurried over to you and gentle hands helped you to sit up. Your skin was coated in come, and it made it difficult for them to keep a hold of you. You wanted to lick the taste of your god from their fingers.
"I want… I want m… more," you whispered in a hoarse voice. If you were able, you'd have crawled into the pond in search of the creature. Exhaustion rolled over you in a wave; your eyelids were so heavy.
There were soft chuckles around you, and you basked in the warmth of the sound as the others surrounded you to lift you to your feet. It took two of them to support your weight. Come dribbled from your cunt and down onto the dais, making a soft dripping sound. You mourned the loss of every precious drop.
"I, uh, I don't…" You licked your lips and could still taste the creature there. "I don't think I can… I can w… walk."
"Don't fret," a voice murmured just behind your shoulder. You felt them tuck a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. "All we need to do is get you outside. Do you think you can make it that far?"
I'll try, you wanted to say. But you were so tired. So you simply nodded, allowing the others to guide you as you shuffled forward on unsteady legs.
You didn't remember the trip down the mountain; you didn't remember entering your home. The last thing you were aware of before unconsciousness pulled you under was someone brushing a feather light kiss across your brow, and a soft whisper in your ear.
I'm obsessed with the idea of the pussy portal company and more specifically the pocket pussy status...
Having a special someone who loves nothing more than fucking you senseless whenever they want just does something to me.
Bonus points for teasing you while they do it as well!
(Bonus Bonus points for tender fucking-)
This ask is from over a year ago but-
It is kinda funny to imagine someone being gentle with their pussy portal.
Like you're obviously used to the rough fucking, right? The deep, gut rearranging kind of fucking that people who use a pussy portal are usually into.
You're used to being stuffed and fucked with absolutely no build up because that's what the service is for.
Having your portal passed around a whole party, cockwarmed for hours or just fucked for 3 minutes till your customer cums and pulls out to go about their business as usual. Sometimes you just feel a splat of cum when someone didn't even fuck the portal but just wanted somewhere to cum so they didn't have to clean up. An always accessible cum dump, that's the point.
But then there's a specific customer who is gentle? And slow? Who eases their fingers inside you, gently responding to the way your walls give and clench, inching further and further, stretching you just enough too- wait. Is this foreplay??? Who tf fingers a pussy portal??
It's so sensual you almost blush. The way their fingers pump in and out, the way they feel around for that sweet spot and actually know they've found it by how you clench around them. They increase their speed, focusing on that one spot that has your knees buckling and your fingers gripping the kitchen counter.
They finger fuck you with uncanny precision until you cum with a groan, rubbing your clit. They slow their pace as you come down and you realise they actually meant to make you cum. They purposefully made their pussy portal cum? Who does that?
You then feel them circle and tap their tip on the entrance of your portal, smearing pre around your cunt. They inch themselves in as if they could actually hurt you if they didn't, you almost laugh at the idea. Their cock rubs right against your G-spot and you clench around them, a little sensitive from the first orgasm. Their movements pause for a moment and then they set a quicker pace, making sure to hit that same spot over and over and over again.
You're seeing stars, bent over your counter, shaking with pleasure. You've had so much bigger, so much faster, harder, stronger but this is something different. Something so tender and attentive, so...thoughtful?
The stranger speeds up when they can feel you getting closer, pumping more frantically and you realise it's because they want you to cum together.
And you do, cum gushing into you as your walls clench around the stranger's twitching cock. They stay inside for a while, giving occasional gentle pumps as they make sure to give you every drop. When they eventually pull out, it's slow like they're worried you'd feel too empty if they pulled out immediately.
They gently tap their cock against your portal one more time like an obscene kiss goodbye before you're left alone, baffled and thoroughly intrigued by your new customer.
