Warnings: Kissing, forceful kiss (not the werewolf)
Genre: Bittersweet fluff
A little imagine loosely inspired by my experience
English is not my first language!
,,You should eat more. Here, have some of mine," said Raphael before scooping up a few of his dumplings and plopping them on your plate, bringing you back down to Earth.
"Another bad date?"
"Only if. I got stood up. Again."
"Damn. That's like what... Third time? Those guys you ask out just don't show up for whatever reason. You deserve better."
"I guess...," you pick at your portion of the dumplings and put Raphael's back with chopsticks. His eyebrows scrunched up in frustration and you think that if he was in his werewolf form, his ears would be drooped. He always looks like a disgruntled puppy when you refuse his kind gestures. Like giving you food from his plates and snacks out of nowhere, jackets and hoodies when the wind gets too cold and walking you home after hanging out, no matter what time of day it is. You usually can persuade him to not do the first two, but walking you home is non negotiable even if you complain the whole way and shoo him away.
"So... Any other dates lined up?" He asks nonchalantly, but his quick smile that disappeared as fast as it appeared when you say "no", betrays it. He is even more pleased when you two leave the chinese place and he is glued to your side, walking you home. It is very gentlemanly and thoughtful because it's already dark but it's still making you feel weird inside.
"What were you even planning to do on those dates? Since you only had that one that was an utter disaster as you described it. With no details except a line of very colorful words about the guy."
"I don't know. I suggested the cafe I go to and they agreed. I didn't have any expectations nor grandiose plans." A lie. You wanted to get a kiss. A romantic one. Soft, lips touching and breaths mingling for a fleeting moment. To experience it. The first date ended with no kiss. You explained to your date that you had issues with kissing and and too conscious of all the sensations during it, asking just for a peck. He acknowledged your problem and agreed to a peck, but when you were saying goodbyes and you leaned for a quick press of lips against each other, a slimy tongue and harsh pressing against your lips made you open your eyes, worsening the whole experience since he had his eyes opened, too and the unexpected eye contact made you jump away. And the idiot had the audacity to laugh at you at your naivete and mocking you for your spooked reaction.
Since then, on top of overthinking kissing, you started to fear it.
,,Still, it's weird you asked them aout. Got no one inviting you?" Raphael asked, sounding genuinely curious. You shook your head.
"Hard to believe it." He scoffed, obviously not believing you but deciding to not press the issue further.
Raphael was an atypical friend since werewolves usually don't befriend humans, preferring to keep to their kind. Your others friends warned you that it was weird that you two were so close. But those were baseless claims because Raphael was nothing but kind and welcoming even though you kept refusing his nice gestures out of politeness.
As you walked, your mind wandered and crazy thought invaded it. What would it be like to kiss a werewolf? Of course, in human form, just like a human. But in a turned form? The snout would create a comfortable distance between faces and eyes. The tongue would be retractable enough to not cause issues. The nose wouldn't bump into that of a human. It sounded... Not bad.
"We're here."
Raphael's voice snapped you out of your imagination and your ears turned red when you looked at him, those visuals of kissing a werewolf vivid in your mind. ,,Yes, of course. Thank you for walking me." You blurted out, wanting to escape into the safety of your home and not look at your werewolf friend any more than neccessary. But it would't be Raphael if he didn't pick up on your nervousness. You never thank him like a shy mess. But a sulky and grumpy human that reluctantly has to do it.
"What's going on. Tell me." He inquired, stepping closer to the front door to block your escape route. When you don't answer and just look at the ground, he asks again. "Is it about the dates? Something happened? Were you not stood up?" His voice grew a concerned tang.
"Nono...that's not it. I mean... yes, but- I mean no! Everything's fine!"
"You're obviously not, spit it out." He crossed his arms, making himself look more intimidating.
"...swear you won't laugh at me." You mumble after a few second of pondering how to phrase it.
"I won't."
And his firm answer with no hesitation made you spill your guts.
"I wondered what it's like to kiss a werewolf."
A beat.
"It's the same as huma-"
"In werewolf form" You interrupted him which rendered him too stunned to speak for a while.
"Want to try it?"
"You heard me. I'm offering." He doesn't sound nervous. Maybe eager a little but that could be your imagination.
"But that..." You stop yourself. This could be your only chance. The idea is tempting and not making your stomach flip in disgust. And it's Raphael, your friend whom you trust. You look around. There are no people around at this time of the evening.
"Only a peck," you say, hoping this time it won't be a disaster.
"Only a peck," Raphael nods. "Close your eyes."
You do so, drowning your vision in black and waiting. It started with him coming closer until you could smell his cologne. The a soft whiff of wind as he leaned down, making you tense up, in the back of your mind expecting the worse. Which did not come. A wet nose bumped into yours, huffing hor air at you and hairy snout gently pressed against your lips.
It lasted only two second until Raphael pulled away. When you opened your eyes, he was back in his human form.
"So?" He asks, his eyes scanning your face.
"It was... Sweet." You answered. It indeed was. It felt romantic. And made the situation seem like he walked you home from a date. Which made you flustered even more than before. You actually kissed your friend. And it was nice.
"Uhhhh, thank you again for walking me home! See ya!" You wave him goodbye before disappearing into your home, leaving Raphael outside.
He waited there for a while, staring in your window, not moving, before kicking an innocent rock near his foot and walking away.
"Dammit! When I try to show it the human way, it still isn't obvious! What more am I supposed to do?!" He curses under his breath, running his hand through his hair. Werewolves show interest in practical ways. Giving food, lending things, scenting, helping around, paying for things. Verbal sweet talking and physical affections aren't common for them to do before being mates, unlike for humans. He's mad at himself and the world that he fell for sucha na oblivious human. Even now, when he took the chance to show it the human way, his feelings were unnoticed.
But atleast now he knows how their lips feels. And no other werewolf will go near them because his scent is finally on them.
(Reader is described as scrawny and wide as a swollen toothpick due to her being a goblin!)
warnings: p in v, fingering, size difference, cockwarming, attempted pegging(?)/anal with a clit, doggiestyle, manhandling, drool, reader does not know her own anatomy
Part 1 Part 2
He should learn to accept whatever nonsense she's saying. But he'll try to explain things just this once. "____, you are a woman. You don't have a penis."
"I have!" You said confidently and put your finger towards your folds. "I'll show you!" And you clumsily spread your legs, pointing to your engorged clit.
"That's a clitoris," Kairnon deadpanned.
"No, that's a dick. Don't call it names just because it's small! Not everyone can have elephant trunks like you!" You huffed and swatted his dick. He yelped and immediately grabbed your hand. Gently but firmly. "____, listen. You. Don't. Have. A dick. You have a pussy."
Yet you insisted. "Bullshit, I'll show you," and lifted up his dick to reveal his asshole. "I'll fuck you!" You yelled and started grinding your clit against his butthole, concentrating and lifting up his leg above your shoulder while Kairnon lied there, stifling his laughter but on the other hand he felt bad you have no idea about your own anatomy. He should inquire about it later. Now he has to stop you before you give yourself a rugburn.
"Feel that? Huff! It's slipping in! Ahh...," you breathed heavily, using all your body strenght for the impossible feat.
"You know nothing is going in so stop this nonsense," he sighed in an annoyance and hauled you up to cradle you to his chest. "You still want to fuck?"
"Duh! I'm a goblin! I have to fuck humans!" You yelled and Kairnon covered your mouth. "Shush. First rule. If you want to fuck a human, no yelling unless you can't help it. Second rule," he spread your legs, "you tell me what you are feeling. Especially if it hurts." He looks at you firmly, turning your head to look into your eyes. "Alright. I'll scream only when cumming in you," you nodded. Kairnon sighs. He feels obligated to let you out of your delusion. And words do not reach you. "Do you pleasure yourself?"
"???"
"Jerk off?"
"Yeah!
"Show me," he ordered. And you went for it. Clutching your hand in a fist and rubbing it against your clit and also gently hitting it. He let you at it for a while. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes. But no matter how hard I try, no cum shoots out. If only I had balls..."
",-" He started but decided against it. Actions, not words. "Would you believe me if I said I could make you cum? A very special cumming with no balls needed?" Kairnon cringed. It sounded so bad. But you brightened up. "Really?! Show me, show me!" You squeaked in joy. The man holding you then obliged, tracing slow circles on your clit with two fingers. A gasp left your throat. This felt better! Much more better!
"Do you like it?
"Yes."
"Good," he increased the pressure, making you squirm in his lap. "Shhh, shhh, sit and enjoy. Or does it hurt?" He stopped, worried.
"N-no... haa... continue," you bucked your hips and the human resumed his ministrations. The arm which was engulfing your waist was raised so the free hand could play with your nipple. And that sent you over the edge. Choking on your whines and thrashing in his hold while he firmly held you and shushed in your pointy ear. "Calm down. Calm down, girl," he kept repeating until you went limp. "You sure like your nonexistent titties to be played with."
"What... ahh... huff... was... kgh! That?" You mumbled out between aftershocks.
"You came."
"I came? That... pfuuuuuha... was cumming?"
"Yes."
"...can you do it again?" You asked, looking up at him curiously, despite the obvious already disheveled state. "Sure. But I'll do it a bit differently now. You're very sensitive now and your clit would hurt if touched," he gently explained and his fingers left your aching clit for your folds. He rubbed it to assess how wet you are and found it is enough. But he licked his fingers to add more lubrication. More lubrication won't hurt. Literally. "Hey! Don't put things in my butt again!" Your voice caught him off guard once more. "Sweetie, that's not your butt. That's your pussy," he explained gently. That only made the surprise on your face grow.
You never looked at how your kin had sex. The elder shaman always told you to not look. That shamans have no bussiness in that. Yet you still saw occassinaly the male goblins naked and compared yourself to them and what little information you had. They had dick and balls and butthole. You also had a very little dickie and butt. Two butts. One for peeing one for the normal thing. So you assumed women have the same set but a little bit different. Pussy was something only humans had. Not that you saw other humans before Kairnon. And he has big fick. You also saw one time someone jerk off. And you of coure tried it. It was.. good. But nothing came out. Probably because you have no balls. And now this human is telling you that your genitals have absolutely different names?! And that you have a pussy?!
A single probing digit pushed in your wet channel woke you up from your thoughts. Unlike before when Kairnon simply examined the insides, they became tighter. But after a soft push, they appeared quite malleable and squishy. He shuddered at the thought of how his dick would feel. But focused on the task at hand. He pulled the finger out to push two inside. That made you whimper but a quick flicking to your nipple quietened you down again. He started thrusting his fingers to gauge your reactions. And you whined in your cute high-pitched voice, a bit of drool escaping your parted lips.
"I'm only two fingers in and you're already fucked out," he chuckled, increasing the tempo, bouncing your light body. He did his best to avoid your cervix since your pussy was quite shallow for human standards and your tightening insides, signaling your second orgasm was an enough reward for his efforts to be careful with you. He once again had to hold you down so you wouldn't squirm off of his fingers nor kick him. It was like watching a fish on a land which made him let out a chuckle.
"Why are you... haah...laughing?" You asked him when you felt yourself relax again, trying to think clearly despite him still pumping his fingers in. "You're saying confusing things. And then laugh. You make me feel bad...," you whine. Kairnon tensed. He did not want to make you uncomfortable. He could never. "Confusing things? You mean correcting your anatomy knowledge?" He stopped fingering you for a moment. You nodded.
"If I didn't do it, you would still be slamming your fist on your clit. Instead you get to feel great pleasure from my fingers. And I can still make you feel even better." His breath tickled your ear as he whispered in it and nibbled on it. You squeaked, it shooting sparkles towards your core, too. This human can make you feel so good with simple touches! You need to learn more!
"Please... make it feel better."
"Your wish is my command, pretty lady," he kissed the top of your head and pulled his fingers out to instead lift you up to angle your wet hole against his cockhead. He gulped loudly. "You ready?"
"Mhm."
"Here I come." And with that he slowly lowered you down, feeling your walls easily stretch around him, pulsating and warm. He had to think about orcs to not just slam you down. Which he soon found impossible because he hit your deepest spot while only halfway in. Normally he would be annoyed to not have it all inside. But the knowledge of it just being too big to fit inside such a small woman was enough to keep him interested and hard. He gasped when he felt you trying to move and immediately wrapped his left arm around your waist along the other. "No sudden movements. I'll move you, pretty girl," he panted and lift you up until just the mushroom tip was lodged in and pushed you down, making you bounce. Then he did it again. And again. Until you were used as a fleshlight, the position of you in his lap and his strong arms manhandling you made you be fucked faster than possible with normal means. And it was amazing. Your pussy started squelching with every descend, the creamy ting on his cock becoming whiter and dissapearing in your green body was the hottest thing he ever saw in his life. Your back was facing him but with your heigh difference he still had first row view of your drooling open mouth and rolled back eyes. He bit his lip and with grunt he pulled you off of his dick, put you quickly face down to paint your back and butt in cum in time. It contrasted your skin deliciously, making you look like a glazed pastry. "...I did not cum," you whined, turning your head to look up at him with pitiful puppy eyes.
Damn it, he promised to make you cum on his dick.
"I know, I know. Give me a minute to catch a breath," he kneeled behind you and stroked your hair soothingly. In a short time he was ready for round two. "Now let your legs fall off the edge of the bed. Yes, like that. Put another pillow under you. Good girl. And now just moan," he instructed you and leaned over you, holding his weight on his elbow as he held his dick to slip into you again with a moan. You felt even better than before. He propped himself properly and began thrusting roughly from the start, almost propelling you forwards. Luckily the pillows angled you so that the thrusts pushed you into the mattress instead of across it. It helped quieten your loud moans and weak screams. He did not hold back at all now. He could see how his cock dissapeared in you even better than before, every detail, droplet and quiver. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love my big human cock. Tell me, how much you love my big human cock," Kairnon growled in your ear and pulled your hair to lift your face up so you could talk. But nothing came out, only few incoherent words between loud screams and choking on saliva. He had to wipe your mouth constantly so you wouldn't really choke. Your pussy started pulsating and tightening around him and he had to think about orcs again to not spill inside from how incredible you felt now. And when you came and thrashed like a fish on a land despite your grip on the sheets, he had to increase his thrusts to keep you down. As the jerks subsided, his thrusts did too, becoming languid and slow, relishing in the comfortable aftermath.
"Can I sleep with it inside?" You mumble and rub your eyes. Kairnon's ears tinted pink. Sex is one thing but to cockwarm? And while sleeping? Well, he won't say no.
"Sure, c'mere," he scooped you to tuck you both under blanket while lying on the side, not caring your cumstained back stuck to his belly. "You like having dick inside more than trying to put your clit in others?" He teased. You grumbled and shot him a sleepy glare.
"I wanted to say that I love your big human dick but I won't anymore since you're making fun of me again."
"Wait, say it! I didn't mean it in a mean way!" He panicked, "Please, say it! I'll make you cum first thing in the morning," he kissed your cheek. "Fine. I love your big human dick. But only because it's yours." You mumbled and finally fell asleep, while Kairnon was grinning like an idiot and playing with your hair. "And I love your goblin pussy only because it's yours,"
(Reader is described as scrawny and wide as a swollen toothpick due to her being a goblin!)
warnings: description of a penis and exposed genitals
Well, he couldn't kill her. That's for sure. And his mind was in shambles at the thought he probably killed goblin females before. Fuck, fuck, don't think! He can't paint the town square green! So he grabbed the woman's hand tighter to get faster into his inn. After a good bath he'll feel calmer as always. And he should let her wash up too. She stinks.
"You got any name?" Kairnon asked. "____," you answered, holding your cape down as he led you to his room. "Not bad. I am Kairnon." he grumbled and opened the door. It was a small room able to fit just a simple bed with linen sheets, a plain desk with a chair that has seen better times and a wooden tub by the opposite wall. He started taking off his clothes. "I'll bathe first. You after me," he declared. And started taking off his clothes. The cloak was shaken off first, then tunic, then the pants, then- wait, she's looking. "The fuck you staring at? Lusting after a human? Typical," the now half-naked man growled in your direction. Not in anger. But embarrassment. He isn't used to being ogled while changing. Especially by a woman, even if a non-human one. You just looked up at his face with confusion written all over your face. "I am not lusting."
"Then why are you looking?"
"Why not?"
"Why- what?!" He stuttered, baffled. Does she not feel any shame?! Oh, right, she's a goblin. She's probably used to seeing orgies. A simple nakedness wouldn't phase her. With a deep breath Kairnon let his pants and undergarments fall and glanced at you to see your reaction. Nothing. You kept staring with no change in your expression. Kairnon felt his cheeks grow hotter. He was no goliath in penis department and to have no reaction to it by a goblin in comparison to who his dick was gigantic... It made him feel embarrassment. He quickly sat in the tub, cleaning himself of the blood of your kin while you kept staring. The bath was the fastest he ever had and he felt no more calmer as before he went in. "Now it's-," the human with a towel around his waist started but when he turned around, you were already naked and climbing in the tub. His face burned. You were like a green sack of bones, sharp corners everywhere with no cushion and ears like a Dumbo. Completely flat, too. Yet pretty in a weird way only a pervert or a pent up man would understand. And Kairnon realized he was both. He sat on the bed and stared like you did.
You didn't mind, washing your hair and lathering your body in soap. The tub was for your size a royal bathouse. Soon you climbed out and started shaking the water off like a dog. "Jesus! Take a towel!" He threw it at you and you also tied around the waist. "A bit higher," the human gulped and reached out. "Let me just...," he unwrapped you and tied it higher so it would properly cover your chest, too.
But you frowned and put it lower in its old state. Kairnon put it up again. You put it back down. He put it back up with, "Woman, I swear to God! Cover your tits!"
"Tits?"
"Yeah, tits. Or nipples. Whatever you goblins call them," he waved his hand dismissively and started polishing his weapons and preparing his bag for the next quest while you made yourself comfortable on the bed. He didn't mind. Until the night came. "Move. It's my bed."
"There's one for the two of us."
"And I'm the one who's paying for the room and also the bigger one. So move," he pushed you to the wall, lying on the bed and tucking himself. You wriggled in the tight space before escaping and sitting on the bottom of the bed, until you figured out how to lie on the bed, too. Well, not on the bed. On him. It would save space and both of you could sprawl as much as you wanted. He didn't protest, only grumbled while he observed you worming your way up his naked torso. But the exhaustion, both mental and physical, of the eventful day made both of you fall asleep soundly.
If only the morning was as calm. Kairnon was woken up by you tugging the blanket off and in his groggy state he wasn't fast enough to catch it.
But your holler of, "You have a boner!" woke him up immediately to see your small, bare frame straddling his thigh. His eyes drifted towards his dick that was indeed hard. "Yes, it's called morning wood," he grumbled. "Now stop staring. I'm going t-"
"I have a boner, too!"
Huh. "You have a... ?" He repeated, too stunned to finish the queation. It is a going to be a common reaction to a conversation with her it seems.
warnings: boobjob, cunnilingus, manipulation, cum on face, talk of breeding and knotting, alcohol, non-penetrative sex with a drunk person, mention of vomiting
Part 1 Part 2
Secretly downing half or the wine bottle was not enough to make you relax for your first night as newlyweds. It actually made you seethe under your breath, glaring at Reinhardt during the small and cut short but none the less an expensive wedding feast. He had to send the guests off earlier than an etiquette allowed, but he saw that you were drinking too much and could very well do something stupid.
"We're going to our chambers. You're too drunk," was what he said before you appeared in your bed. The confusion was written all over your face when you came to your senses. You assumed you had a momentary blackout. You took a deep breath to collect yourself, pulled up your skirts and spread your legs wide, exposing your covered center to him. But he just stared at you with a raised eyebrow while taking out a nightgown from the closet. He even went to the adjcent bathroom to grab a bucket if you had an urge to vomit.
"What are you stalling for? Should I take my dress off myself? Or fuck me myself?!" You yelled at him, frustrated he's not coming onto you like the horny dog you know he is.
"I am not doing anything with a drunk wife. Especially on this special day. You should sleep," he said firmly and opened the door to leave, but then he heard you say: "Why does it matter to you? Don't you just take anything you want with no regard to others?! Like a beast?!"
The werewolf stopped and turned to you. "I advise you to not speak anymore, for I do not deserve this disrespect. I have been nothing but generous to you-"
"Generous?! Sure, you bought me clothes and payed for my dowry and also practically BOUGHT ME! I had no say in it and I don't love you!" You scream at him, letting your piled up frustrations out. He started walking towards the bed you were lying on. "Is that what you really think of me?" His eyes bore into yours, unwavering and cold.
"Yes."
"Then let me show you how bad of a man I am," he started efficiently and with practised ease taking off his clothes. In your drunken state it was in a blink of an eye before he was caressing your bare belly and going north. You noticed you are naked, too. When did he managed to do it? Did you have another micro blackout? His hands cupped your breasts and kneaded them gently, avoiding your nipples. For some reason it made you insecure. Does he not like them? Is he not a boob man? His head also lowered to your chest and peppered it in kisses, trailing upwards along your neck. He pulled away, leaving your breasts too and was suddenly pushing your knees up to your chest, his hands now cupping your thighs and caressing them while simultaneously keeping them down. He leaned down again. "Would a bad man treat his wife so tenderly as I do now? Would he-"
"Do you hate my breasts?" You blurted out him and he frowned in annoyance at being interrupted during his speech. "I do not."
You closed your eyes because to avoid looking at him meant looking at your exposed pussy and it was too overwhelming. Your voice shook when you asked the next question. "Then why did you not touch them properly?"
Reinhardt searched your embarassed, scrunched face and sighed.
"Do you wish so?" His tone got softer.
"If you want to."
He sighed again. He needs to work on teaching you to voice your desires yourself. "I want to," he said before lying his bodyweight on you and putting a mouthful of boob in his mouth. You opened your eyes with a squeal, looking at the older man who had his head between your breasts and sucked. Thankfully, gently as he had been doing till now. He looked upwards through his eyebrows to watch your cute reactions. He released your mound with a wet pop. "Perfect size," a cheeky smile appeared on his face and his eyes crinkled. A stark contrast to your beetred face with shocked expression. He scooted lower so he held your legs over his shoulders and before you could realize what's happening, his tongue was tracing your folds.
"Reinhardt!" You whimpered, not knowing whether to stop him or let him continue. He was good. Really good. The moment his lips closed around your clitoris, you arched your back, your legs propping tensely.
"Reinhardt!" Now that sounded positively like a cry for more and he obliged like a good lover should. Devouring your pussy messily like a starving dog - wolf in his case - until your thighs locked around his head, your cum and his sticky saliva mixing together and dripping down his chin despite his efforts to swallow it all.
"Enough, I can't anymore... ahhh...," you heaved, pushing his head away like that of a dog that's chewing on a shoe. His grumpy expression would match that situation. "Are you ready then to admit I'm a good man? Focusing on your pleasure, while neglecting mine?"
That mocking tone creeped into his voice,turning the tender loving back into a mindgame of manipulation. That sucked out all the hope, trust and affection that has budded in your heart for him.
"No," you huff, coming down from your orgasmic high yet still high enough on alcohol to defy him. "You obviously felt something based on the state of your cock."
His eyes narrowed and he straddled your waist and his cock dripping with precum plopped between your breasts with a wet slap. "I'll show you how it looks when I DO indulge myself." He sounded pissed. You gulped from the anxiety. He had not raised his voice at all during the few days you knew him. Marriage shows a person's true colors as they say.
His hands cupped your breasts again but mot to play with them, but to engulf his cock in them as much as he could. His hips moved experimentally, gauging how it feels and by the choked grunts it was amazing. "I told you I liked your breasts. But I forgot to disclose I fantasized about fucking into them like this since I saw you."
Your eyes widened, trying to look up at him to see if he's joking. But his cock kept poking your lips with every thrust and your full attention was on the sensation of it rubbing against your skin.
"You're jesting."
"I am not, dear. I had to fight myself to not breed you like a werewolf bitch in heat when you were lying under me, frozen, in torn clothing, your almost bared chest trembling and inviting to be painted in cum," he bit his lip to keep the steady tempo of his thrusts, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead. "And I intend to do it. Later, when I'll smell you're ripe and the moon is full. To show you how much of a beast I am since you still think so. But do not worry," his face almost split when he grinned, revealing to full extent his sharp teeth. "I will loosen you up enough to take my knot."
"Kn-?!" A spurt of sticky white hit your face and open mouth, interrupting your question. You coughed to let it out but more kept coming so you closed your eyes and mouth, letting it land on your cheeks, nose, eyelids, bangs and chin. Last dribbles were cleaned off on your breasts and you wiped your eyes before opening them to look what happened. It took you a few seconds in your drunken state to realize it's cum. You blinked at Reinhardt who was already lying next to you, back to his usual calm and collected self, admiring his work. As if he didn't just release all the filth in him on you. "Mine," he declared and pulled you closer to lick your face clean, slobbering all over it until you were covered in saliva instead. You wiped it in digust and shuffled into comfortable position while still in his hold.
"If we had children, would they come out as human puppies? Or would they not have the werewolf curse?" You asked after a few minutes of silence.
Warnings: emetophobia, vaginal exam(?), brief description of killing goblins, swearing, softly implied r*** of not the main characters on one occasion, medieval setting
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Kairnon relished in killing goblins and orcs. No revenge motivated him. Unlike many he knew. The knowledge that he simply could kill left and right without stressing that he'll hurt a woman or a female of any species was what made the two races of green monsters so appealing to kill. If a situation calls to kill or apprehend anything feminine, he leaves it to other party members. Every time he only as much as heard it being done, his stomach churned and on especially bad occasions, he had to turn away and empty it. He doesn't know why it affects him so much. Maybe it really is some repressed trauma in very early childhood he does not remember as was suggested by a lot of parties he has joined. Who knows. Kairnon does not. He just lives by a rule to "never harm any woman or female." If only just for his sanity.
So, any quests to raid goblin or orc settlements are eagerly taken care of by the lone rogue by the name of Kairnon. The receptionist saves some for him if she can. Lately, there's been an increase in the kidnapping of local women, and later found goblin camp was set as the cause. So the young man skilled in wielding daggers was on the move.
Those monsters were smart to inhabit a cave with long tunnels, resembling a labyrinth. It took him almost an hour to reach the settlement. It had only a small fire in the middle, to not suffocate nor be smelled. Many light tents from thick furs and about... fifty goblins. Quite a lot. That is great. They could have some treasures then. He scanned the area while hidden in the shadows for a shaman. A castrated goblin who leads the pack, makes medicine and manages valuables. There were two of them in the back. He never found a goblin settlement with two of them. That could mean more treasures. He rubbed his hands, trying not to giggle as he started his silent killing spree. A sliced neck here and there, stabbing to a throat of the sleeping ones, covering mouths and stabbing the heart of the rest. The pools of red blood now covered most of the cave ground, not absorbed by the stone. His boots splashed softly, making him not so stealthy. Only the shamans were left to be slain.
"Tell me where is the gold, elder," Kairnon spat out the title, swiftly grabbing the goblin by the neck and harshly squeezing. "Under the furs behind me!" He immediately yelled, not resisting at all. The human was pleasantly surprised. The shamans are secretive. They never folded so quickly before. "Thanks," Kairnon said and with one hand around the goblins neck and other put on his head, he with a loud crack broke the neck. Painless and quick as a thanks death for cooperation. He retrieved the gold from the secret spot and was about to leave before he realized. There were two shamans.
Without a care in the world, Kairnon walked around, peeking inside tents and throwing around furs. It was one on one and he was the winner by the default.
"Come out, come out wherever you are, scum!~" He says in a sing-song voice, enjoying this hide and seek. No one is there. Did they run while he was distracted with the other shaman? The human started running out of the cave, assuming the last survivor would try to escape. And he was right. In the distance he could hear tapping of little feet and ragged breaths. It was only a matter of minutes before he caught the small creature. "Little fucker," he panted, lifting it by the neck, looking over the goblin in the bits of daylight reaching into the cave. The sneaky goblin almost got succesfully away.
"Please, don't kill me," you whimpered in high pitched voice. Is it a whelp? The man feels kinda of bad. Kind of.
"Sorry kiddo, but I only spare women," Kairnon chuckled. He noticed it had hair. What. Goblins are always bald. Hairless everywhere. Maybe he could take the head to the guild to assess it. It could be very rare mutation. And rare is expensive.
The goblin squeaked after a few seconds of gasping for air and contemplating: "I am a woman!" And Kairnon burst out laughing. A female goblin? Yeah, right. Goblins are an all male race. They reproduce by mating with other species' women and females by not quite nice means. This is absurd.
"Yeah? What's this then?" He reached out to grab the goblin's dick. But his fist closed around nothing. Kairnon's face morphed into shock before he realized. It's a shaman. They are castrated. So he instead went to grab the balls. Nothing again. "Damn, they castrated you fully? Smooth as a doll down there?" Kieran tried to laugh off his shock, and because third time's the charm, his hand slithered under your waist robe and cupped the pubic mound. It felt... not right. So he moved his fingers around to figure it out. They grazed over soft folds... what.
The human's eyes narrowed in anger. So the goblin used sex conceal? Damned goblin shamans can use magic? Fuck, he's enraged. Pretending to be a female to avoid death by his hands? Real little fucker. He felt bile pushing into his esophagus. Thankfully, Kairnon encountered a few monsters that used this. So, he knows how to prove if it's the sex conceal. To be 100% sure and not worry that he broke his rule.
Firstly, poor conceal has no clitoris or no feeling in it. So he pinched it harshly and the creature screeched like a banshee. Sensitive. So the outer appearance was mastered. Now the second step, foolproof, to assess the sex. He had to take a deep breath before he rammed his finger inside the fake pussy. It was not as tight as he thought. But his goal lied in the womb, not the vaginal channel. The sex conceal can only mimic the outer appearance and make a believable hole. It cannot create female reproductive organs. And his finger poked exactly that.
He poked again. Yes. It is unmistakably a cervix. Kairnon looked you in the eyes and pulled his limbs and finger out and off of you like you had burned him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He repeated like mad, clutching his head. His whole world has just been turned around by 180. The impossible became real. Fuck! fuck! He caused her pain on the most sensitive part of her body! He even strangled her! A quick glance to her direction was enough to see a faint purplish marks around her thin green neck. FUCK! He felt his lunch getting eager to see the God's light and fell to his knees, letting it out. It shook his entire body in waves, tears welling up in his eyes from the aftertaste and stench. Small hand gently pulling his hair up from his face made him turn around to see the goblin female, looking at him with an anxious look.
"Thanks, I guess...," Kairnon mumbled out between dry heaving.
Kinks: size difference (9 feet giant and you), cunnilingus, p in v, femdom, fingers in mouth, giants, edging, forced orgasm, tongue fucking
Living away from civilization where winters span on longer than three months, are so unforgiving that no animal can be seen around would be impossible for a usual creature. Not for a vampire. Just need to lure in travelers with the light coming from her cozy cottage, charm them with your vampiric beauty all while they think you're just a pretty human woman and get a blood supply for a while until new one comes.
Mordechai was another of your victims. Poor guy got lost from his clan of giants in the snowstorm. The wind is pushing snowflakes in his eyes, paradoxically burning them. The snow he's walking through is falling inside his boots, melting and freezing and worsening his mood that is also at its cold breaking point. But the faint yellow glow he could see through his squinting eyes kept him on his feet. When he finally managed to stand in front of the door, he didn't even have to knock and they opened, revealing a cute little human looking up at his bundled form. "Come on in! Don't stand there!" She pulled him inside. He would bonk his head against the doorframe if he didn't react fast enough. Your humble abode was not made for his stature. "I hope I'm not intruding. I only need to wait out the snowstorm. I really don't want to intrude..." Mordechai shyly stands where you pulled him, not daring to move to accidentally break anything of yours. "Awwww, so careful! Just sit down. I won't mind if you stay, I'd like some company," you reassure him, trying to take off his coat but since he's about nine feet tall you end up jumping around him, tugging at his sleeves like some puppy. He notices your struggle. "Oh, I apologize, I'll take it off... and my shoes," he mutters, shedding his outer layers and squelching boots. "My name is Mordechai. And yours?"
You had your eyes on him since you saw him through the window. His big body would keep you sustained for a looooong time. And also as an eye candy. He has long, dark blue, wavy hair that reaches his waist and red eyes like rubies. They would seem intimidating on anyone else, but on him they are so gentle. His bushy eyebrows downturned, lips too, like a worried kid. He even has chubby cheeks! So cute! His body on the other hand... He's big. In every aspect. Not just as a giant. But as a man. Your eyes got stuck on his pecs straining his shirt, the buttons fighting for their life. Then glanced south. Yup. The way to the shy giant's blood is going to be through his dick.
Normally you tie your victims up and keep them barely alive in your basement. But he's too strong. You need to make him compliant. Thankfully he seems like a kind man. That should be easy.. You showed him the peak of your hospitality, brought out a whole feast, rearranged your whole room to make space for the makeshift couch-matress-blankets bed that would support his body. He helped, of course. All polite and flushing whenever you just as much as brushed your fingers against his. When the time to go to sleep came, he still didn't make any move. Lying on the bed as still as he could, offering to sleep on the floor. Anything to not be a burden.
That won't do. He is either too gentlemanly, unsure by the height difference or just a virgin. Either way it's not ideal. Got to take the matter in your own hands. "I'll put a cup of water on the nighstand in case you get thirsty at night," you chirped, scurrying towards Mordechai who had sat up on the makeshift bed, tripping against his foot and pouring the water on him and mainly on the crotch of his pants. "I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up!" You squeak in fake panic, grabbing a handkerchief to pat the stain. The moment you did touch his buldge, Mordechai grabbed your hand, pulling you away. His cheeks now nicely complimented his eyes. "I'll go change," he says before hurrying to the little bathroom of yours. After few minutes he peeks out, still red in face and asks in a tiny voice: "Do you have any blankets I could wrap around myself "Sorry, but I used them all on the bed," you rub your neck sheepishly. A lie. "But I won't mind if you were bare. I can blow out the candles. We are going to sleep anyways. No need for light," you offer generously. The truth is that vampires can see clearly in the dark so you still can have clear view of your guest's physique.
"I see... I'll take you up on that. Can you blow them out then, please?" He asks shyly. And when the room was covered by the darkness, he got out, shuffling slowly to the bed, crouching, arms spread in front of him to not bump into anything. Yet he still knocked something off. Or someone. Someone who oh so conveniently got in his way. Mordechai yelped, reaching out for you to steady you, but out of sheer panic ended up pulling you to his torso. "Are you okay?!" The poor giant looked down through the dark on the more darker blob that was you, patting you with his hands all over to check for any injuries. "Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm okay. Though I may have a bruise," you whine. "From what?! Where?" He looks horrified. He didn't mean to! Stupid giant body! "From this," your tone turns teasing and he can hear your grin in it as you touch his dick. Mordechai gasped. He forgot he's naked and hard out of concern for your well-being. "I-I'm sorry! I-I'll sleep on the floor! Please don't kick me out! I-It's not because of you!" Poor guy sounds like he's on the verge of crying. His lips wobbles and steps back, ashamed and covering his erection. "Not because of me?" You ask, trying your best to sound sad. "I-I don't mean-! You're not ugly! Not at all! J-just...!" He's a stammering mess. Giants are intimidating race with quick tempers. But this one is just a puppy. He's smaller than his kin who reach twelve feet. Maybe he's a runt? Is that why he's so shy? Maybe you should be a bit kinder too. The teasing is obviously stressing him and not bringing him or you closer to your goal.
You took a deep breath and said: "I'm just teasing, sweetheart. Come sit down." You pat the spot on the bed next to you. Mordechai thinks for a while before doing as you said. "Does it hurt anywhere?" You ask, looking him over. No wounds, only kilos of juicy meat in front of you. "No," mumbles. " "And what about that problem? Do you need help?" You ask instead. The flush travels down his neck. "I-It's okay. I'll just sleep it off...," looks at his hands, avoiding eye contact. "I insist. It is me who ruined your clothes and made you uncomfortable-" He interrupts you: "You didn't! I am just not used to anyone touching my...," trails off and gulps. Too shy to say it.
"Dick?"
"Don't say it!" He yelled, covering your mouth. And face. You gently pry his fingers off. "Don't be shy. As I said, I don't mind you being naked," you softly kiss his fingers, making sure to not reveal your fangs. His breath hitches, getting quiet, just watching you. You travel up wirh your kisses and when you get to his shoulder, you're already pushing him gently down on his back. "Just lie back and enjoy," you giggle, loving his puppy eyes that look up at you in silent plea. "Have you kissed anyone?" The questions escapes your mouth when it is centimeters from his. He nods shakily. "Good. Don't eat my face then," you joke before diving in. It is kinda hard to kiss someone whose open mouth can envelope your head. But you two manage to find some gentle rhythm. His tongue is not choking you anymore and you lick it back, making Mordechai groan. Such a sensitive guy... After few minutes he pulls you away to catch a breath and you seize the opportunity to bury your face in his chest. It's so soft and big. You grab full handfuls and whine in happiness. "You have great tits."
"Those are pecs," he mutters, watching you curiously. "Do you... like them?"
"What do you think?" You answer his question with another question and a flick to his nipple, making him whimper. "You do," answers himself shyly, whimpering softly as you play with his nipples. When you start sucking, his whole body arches, almost throwing you off. You just just managed to hold on, with mouth full, keeping your firm ministrations on his hard bud. "P-please, my other one," he begs, taking your hand and putting it over his other nipple. You pinch and flicker it to match the movements of your tongue, making him tremble under you until he's covering his face with his hands and loudly whimpering. He pulls you off of his chest like a kitten. "That... That's enough," pants, looking positively sweaty and embarrassed again. "Is something wrong? Did I do something?" You ask, not wanting him to be uncomfortable again. He enjoyed it, right? Why is he like that then... oh.
You can see his belly painted in white spurts. "Did you-," you start and he against shuts you up. But now with fingers in your mouth. Your eyes widen. You can't let him feel your fangs and realize what you are. So you start sucking and licking, keeping teeth away. The giant wiggles his fingers, playing with your tiny tongue. He looks a bit more confident now. "Shut up. Now it's your turn," he mutters breathlessly and with free hand carefully strips you down. Thankfully you did not have any buttons, only knots. His lips parted when he saw you naked. His eyes adapted to the dark, so he can see a bit more clearly. Not as good as you, but something.
"You're so cute," he lets his hand roam over your figure and then pulling you by the ankle towards him. His face to be specific. "Going to return the favour," he mumbles before diving in. You could not get a word in since he still fingers your mouth. You don't need this! You need to make him cum to drink his blood! He won't feel a thing and you can just use sex as an excuse to feed! But maybe you'll wait for a bit. His tongue is wider and longer than anything you felt before, licking your slit in slow strokes. It feel good. And by the sight of his dick behind your head slowly getting up, he enjoys it too. He looked at you from between your legs and engulfed your whole pussy in his mouth, sucking. You let out a choked yelp and his eyes crinkled. So he can tease too. He sucks your delicate flesh with abandon, the strenght of the suction making you feel like your clitoris will be ripped off, but his tongue soothes it in maddening pain-pleasure combo that makes your toes curl and squirm. He keeps doing it until gushes of juices started to escape from your pussy, slurping them eagerly. When you thought your orgasm started subsiding, he squeezed his tongue in your still pulsing channel, making you cum again with a scream. He pulled out his glistening fingers just in time to hear it. You crouch forward to grab his hair and push your hips more against his face and he let you. Grunting in what was approval while he wiggled his tongue inside of you until you fell limp back on his cum stained belly, twitching.
"Are you already satisfied?" He sits up, scooping you in his arms. He's once again shy and sweet, kissing you on the top of your head. He wipes the cum from his belly with a single digit and stuffs it in your mouth. You take it back. He still has a backbone.You look up at him with a pout, cleaning his finger. "Good girl," he giggles. You blush. Damn him. Why is he affecting you so much?! You need to take control. So you push him again on his back. "Shush," you huffed, scooting back to rub against his dick. He hisses and shuts up. You watch closely how he bites his lip to stifle the whimpers escaping his mouth. You continue to rub your genitals together, mixing his precum with your juices. His dick is massive by human standarts. Thick all the way with no curve and the tip too. It's quite pale like the rest of him but flushes pretty pink. "Pretty dick," you glances at him to catch his reaction. And reaction it is. He also gets flushed pink and covers his face. Awwww.
You grin and begin to position yourself above his cockhead, letting it part your lips, preparing for putting it in. It's going to be a tight fit. Thankfully you're a vampire with immediate regeneration. Even if you tear, it heal instantly. You're the only one except his kin who can take his dick. "Such a sweetheart. So cute when blushing," You coo at him, then start to tease the tip. Only the tip. In. And out. In. And out. He is twitching everytime it gets just a bit of fricton and after few minutes of the pleasurably agonizing edging he looks at you with puppy eyes, tearing up. "Please, put it in," begged, shakily wrapping his hand around your waist to push you down. "Sure, be patient," you pat the hand and start to lower yourself inch by agonizing inch. Every nerve in your gummy walls is screaming and you were feeling mikrotears forming and healing up. He better be damn tasty after this. He steadily holds you, not pushing you down but not allowing you up. So you decend a bit faster than you thought, your pussy meeting his base, your asscheeks sitting on his sack and your clitoris buried in his coarse bush, making you whimper. You can see the buldge of his dick in your belly and his squeezes your waist, making it touch your every nerve, resulting in you cumming once again, all over his cock. Atleast you're not alone cause he came right after you, the feeling of your gummy walls gripping and massaging him was simply too much. Hot ropes of cum fill your undead womb and spill out from the sheer amount he keeps shooting. You two calm down in few minutes. "Sorry, you felt too good."
"Its okay. Just cum again," you mutter. It is his second orgasm and you still didn't manage to drink him. You're getting desperate. Who knows how much he can can. This can be your last chance. So you start moving, the cum providing additional lubrication, making it easier to set a fast rhytm. Mordechai whimpers, his soft dick still inside you hardening for the third time. "Ah! Not so fast!" He begs but helps you keep the rhytm with his hand around your waist. "Kiss me," you whisper. You need to get close to his neck. He obliges, crouching down to kiss you. Your free hands reached his pecs again and pinched his nipples, making him moan in your mouth. "Keep going. Want to cum on you," whines in the kiss. Driven by the promise of him cumming, your tiny fingers tug at his stiff peaks roughly and soon you feel him on the verge of cumming, breathing heavily and dick twitching. So you pull away from the kiss and latch onto his neck, kissing him hungrily. Which you are. And when he finally groaned, you sunk your teeth in his neck, gulping moutful of blood.
But you were ripped away as he he lifted you off of his dick and put in the way of his shooting cum, painting your belly white like he wanted. "Twins," he smiled, cradled you tightly in his arms, lied down with you under blanket, looking happy and satisfied. You on the other hand have your lips stained with his blood and are pissed off.
Next time you have will drink from his dick while sucking it.
Kinks: size difference (9 feet giant and you), cunnilingus, p in v, soft femdom, fingers in mouth, giants, edging, forced orgasm, tongue fucking
Living away from civilization where winters span on longer than three months, are so unforgiving that no animal can be seen around would be impossible for a usual creature. Not for a vampire. Just need to lure in travelers with the light coming from your cozy cottage, charm them with your vampiric beauty while they think you're just a pretty human woman and end up with a blood supply for a good while until new one comes.
Mordechai was another of your victims. Poor guy got lost from his clan of giants in the snowstorm. The wind was pushing snowflakes in his eyes, paradoxically burning them. The snow he was walking through kept falling inside his boots, melting and freezing and worsening his mood that is also at its cold breaking point. But the faint yellow glow he could see through his squinting kept him on his feet. When he finally managed to stand in front of the door, he didn't even have to knock and they opened, revealing a cute little human looking up at his bundled form. "Come on in! Don't stand there!" You pulled him inside. He would bonk his head against the doorframe if he didn't react fast enough. Your humble abode was not made for his stature of estimately nine feet. "I hope I'm not intruding. I only need to wait out the snowstorm. I really don't want to intrude..." Mordechai shyly stands where you pulled him in, not daring to move to accidentally break anything of yours. "Awwww, so careful! Just sit down. I won't mind if you stay, I'd like some company," you reassured him, trying to take off his coat but since he's about nine feet tall you ended up jumping around him, tugging at his sleeves like some puppy. He noticed your struggle. "Oh, I apologize, I'll take it off... and my shoes," he muttered, shedding his outer layers and squelching boots. "My name is Mordechai. And yours?"
You had your eyes on him since you saw him through the window. His big body would keep you sustained for a looooong time. And also as an eye candy. He has long, dark blue, wavy hair that reaches his waist and red eyes like rubies. They would seem intimidating on anyone else, but on him they are so gentle. His bushy eyebrows downturned, lips too, like a polite yet anxious child. He even has chubby cheeks! So cute! His body on the other hand... He's big. In every aspect. Not just as a giant. But as a man. Your eyes got stuck on his pecs straining his shirt, the buttons fighting for their life. Then glanced south. Yup. The way to the shy giant's blood is going to be through his dick.
Normally you tie your victims up and keep them barely alive in your basement. But he's too strong. You needed to make him compliant. Thankfully he seemed like a kind man. That should be easy.. You showed him the peak of your hospitality, brought out a whole feast, rearranged your whole room to make space for the makeshift couch-matress-blankets bed that could support his body. He helped, of course. All polite and blushing whenever you just as much as brushed your fingers against his. When the time to go to sleep came, he still didn't make any move. Lying on the bed as still as he could, offering to sleep on the floor. Anything to not be a burden.
That won't do. He is either too gentlemanly, unsure by the height difference or just a virgin. Either way you somehow have to make him want to fuck. Have to take the matter in your own hands. "I'll put a cup of water on the nighstand in case you get thirsty at night," you chirped, scurrying towards your guest who had sat up on the makeshift bed, tripping against his foot and pouring the water on him and mainly on the crotch of his pants. "I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up!" You squeaked in fake panic, grabbing a handkerchief to pat the stain dry. The moment you did touch his buldge, Mordechai grabbed your hand, pulling you away. Now his ears joined his cheeks that nicely complimented his eyes. "I'll go change," he says before hurrying to the little bathroom of yours. After few minutes he peeked out, still red in face and asks in a tiny voice: "Do you have any blankets I could wrap around myself?"
"Sorry, but I used them all on the bed," you rubbed your neck sheepishly. A lie. "But I won't mind if you were bare. I can blow out the candles. We are going to sleep anyways. No need for a light," you offered generously. The truth is that vampires can see clearly in the dark so you still could have clear view of your guest's physique to try another attempt to seduce him.
"I see... I'll take you up on that. Can you blow them out then, please?" He asked shyly. And when the room was covered by the darkness, he got out, shuffling slowly to the bed, crouching, arms spread in front of him to not bump into anything. Yet he still knocked something off. Or someone. Someone who oh, so conveniently got in his way. Mordechai yelped, reaching out for you to steady you, but out of sheer panic ended up pulling you to his torso. "Are you okay?!" The poor giant looked down through the dark on the more darker blob that was you, patting you with his hands all over to check for any injuries. "Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm okay. Though I may have a bruise," you whined. "From what?! Where?" He looks horrified. He didn't mean to! Stupid giant body!
"From this," your tone turned teasing and he can hear your grin in it as you touched his dick. Mordechai gasped. He forgot he's naked and hard, out of concern for your well-being. "I-I'm sorry! I-I'll sleep on the floor! Please don't kick me out! I-It's not because of you!" Poor guy sounded like he was on the verge of crying. His bottom lip wobbled and steped back, ashamed and covering his erection. "Not because of me?" You ask, trying your best to sound sad. "I-I don't mean-! You're not ugly! Not at all! J-just...!" He turned into a stammering mess. Giants are intimidating race with quick tempers. But this one is just a puppy. He's smaller than his kin who reach twelve feet. Maybe he's a runt? Is that why he's so shy? Maybe you should be a bit kinder too. The teasing was obviously stressing him and not bringing him or you closer to your goal.
You took a deep breath and said: "I'm just teasing, sweetheart. Come sit down." You patted the spot on the bed next to you. Mordechai thought for a while before doing as you said. "Does it hurt anywhere?" You asked, looking him over. No wounds, only kilos of juicy meat in front of you. "No," he mumbled. " "And what about that problem? Do you need help?" You asked instead. The flush traveled down his neck. He is like a tomato. A bit lower and two massive tomatoes would-
"I-It's okay. I'll just sleep it off...," the guy looked at his hands, avoiding eye contact.
"I insist. It is me who ruined your clothes and made you uncomfortable-" He interrupted you: "You didn't! I am just not used to anyone touching my...," trailed off and gulps. Too shy to say it.
"Dick?"
"Don't say it!" He yelled, covering your mouth. And face. You gently pried his fingers off. "Don't be shy. As I said, I don't mind you being naked," you softly kissed his fingers, making sure to not reveal your fangs. His breath hitched, getting quiet, just watching you. So kisses are the way. Noted. You travelled up with your kisses and when you got to his shoulder, you were already pushing him gently down on his back. "Just lie back and enjoy," you giggled, loving his puppy eyes that look up at you in a silent plea. "Have you kissed anyone?" The question escaped your mouth while it hovered centimeters from his. He nodded shakily. "Good. Don't eat my face then," you joked before leaning down. It is kinda hard to kiss someone whose open mouth can almost fully envelope your head. But you two managed to find some gentle rhythm. His tongue was not choking you anymore and you licked it back, making Mordechai groan. Such a sensitive guy... After few minutes he pulled you away to catch a breath and you seized the opportunity to bury your face in his chest. It's so soft and big. You grab full handfuls and whined in happiness. "You have great tits."
"Those are pecs," he muttered, watching you curiously. "Do you... like them?"
"What do you think?" You answered his question with another question and a flick to his nipple, making him whimper. "You do," answered himself shyly, whimpering softly as you play with his stiffening nipples. When you starter sucking, his whole body arched, almost throwing you off. You just just managed to hold on, with mouth full, keeping your firm ministrations on his hard bud. "P-please, my other one," he begged, taking your hand and putting it over his other nipple. You pinch and flicker it to match the movements of your tongue, making him tremble under you until he's covering his face with his hands and loudly whimpering. Soon he pulled you off of his chest like a kitten. "That... That's enough," panted, looking positively sweaty and embarrassed again. "Is something wrong? Did I do something?" You asked, not wanting him to be uncomfortable again. He enjoyed it, right? Why is he like that then... oh.
You could see his belly painted in white spurts. "Did you-," you started and he again shuts you up. But now with fingers in your mouth. Your eyes widened. You couldn't let him feel your fangs and realize what you are. So you started sucking and licking, keeping teeth away. The giant wiggled his fingers, playing with your tiny tongue. He looks a bit more confident now. "Shush. Now it's your turn," he muttered breathlessly and with free hand carefully stripped you down. Thankfully, you did not have any buttons, only knots. He'd rip them out with his undelicate hands. His lips parted when he saw your naked form. His eyes have had adapted to the dark, so he could see a bit more clearly. Not as good as you, but something.
"You're so pretty," he let his hand roam over your figure and then pulled you by the ankle towards him. His face to be specific. "Going to return the favour," he mumbled before lying you on his chest and diving in. You could not get a word in since he still had fingers your mouth. You don't need this! You need to make him cum to drink his blood! He won't feel a thing and you can just use sex as an excuse to feed! But maybe you'll wait for a bit. His tongue was wider and longer than anything you felt before, licking your slit in slow strokes. It felt good. And by the sight of his dick behind your head slowly getting up, he enjoyed it too. He looked at you from between your legs he was carefully pinning to your chest and engulfed your whole pussy in his mouth, sucking. You let out a choked yelp and his eyes crinkled. So he can tease too. He sucked your delicate flesh with abandon, the strenght of the suction making you feel like your clitoris will be ripped off, but his tongue kept it attached to your body, soothing it in maddening pain-pleasure combo that made your toes curl and squirm. He kept doing it until gushes of juices started to escape from your pussy, slurping them eagerly. When you thought your orgasm started subsiding, he squeezed his tongue in your still pulsing channel, making you cum again with a scream. He pulled out his glistening fingers from your mouth just in time to be able to hear it. You crouched forward to grab his hair and push your hips more against his face and he let you. Grunting in what was probably approval while he wiggled his tongue inside you, until you fell limp back on his cum stained belly, twitching.
"Are you already satisfied?" He sat up, scooping you in his arms. He's once again sweet, kissing the top of your head. He wiped the cum from his belly with a single digit and stuffed it in your mouth. You take it back. He still has a backbone. You looked up at him with a pout, cleaning his finger. "Good girl," he giggled. You blush. Damn him. Why is he affecting you so much?! Damned soft boy. In and out. You need to take control. So you pushed him again on his back. "Shush," you huffed, scooting back to rub against his dick. He hissed and shuts up. You watched closely how he bit his lip to stifle the whimpers escaping his mouth. You continued to rub your genitals together, mixing his precum with your juices. His dick is massive by human standarts. Thick all the way with no curve. And the tip, too. It's quite pale like the rest of him but had flushed pretty pink. "Pretty dick," you glanced at him to catch his reaction. And reaction it is. He also gets flushed pink and covered his face. Awwww.
You grinned and began to position yourself above his cockhead, letting it part your lips, preparing for putting it in. You should be thankful for him eating you out since he loosened you up nicely. Not enough though. It's still going to be a tight fit. Thankfully you're a vampire with immediate regeneration. Even if you tear, it heal instantly. The pain should be minimal and is worth the blood. You're the only one except his kin who can take his dick. "Such a sweetheart. So cute when blushing," You cooed at him, then started to tease the tip. Only the tip. In. And out. In. And out. He was twitching everytime it got just a bit of fricton and after few minutes of the pleasurably agonizing edging he looked at you with puppy eyes, tearing up. "Please, put it in," begged, shakily wrapping his hand around your waist to push you down, yet keeping still. "Sure, be patient," you patted the hand and start to lower yourself inch by agonizing inch. Every nerve in your gummy walls was screaming and you were feeling mikrotears forming and healing up. Few tears brimmed in your eyes. He better be damn tasty after this. He firmly held you, not pushing you down but not allowing you up. So you descended a bit faster than you thought, your pussy meeting his base, your asscheeks sitting on his sack and your clitoris buried in his coarse bush, making you whimper. You could see the buldge of his dick in your belly and he squeezed your waist, making it touch your every nerve, resulting in you cumming out of nowhere once again, all over his cock. Atleast you're not alone cause he came right after you, the feeling of your gummy walls gripping and massaging him was simply too much. Hot ropes of cum filled your undead womb and spill out from the sheer amount he was shooting. You two calmed down in few minutes. "Sorry, you felt too good."
"Its okay. Just cum again," you muttered. It is his second orgasm and you still didn't manage to drink from him. You're getting desperate. Who knows how much he can cum. This could be your last chance. So you started moving, the cum providing additional lubrication, making it easier to set a fast rhytm. Mordechai whimpered, his soft dick still inside you hardening for the third time. "Ah! Not so fast!" He begged yet helped you keep the rhytm with his hand around your waist. "Kiss me," you whispered. You need to get close to his neck.
He obliged, crouching down to kiss you. Your free hands reached his pecs again and pinched his nipples, making him moan in your mouth. "Keep going. Want to cum on you," whinedcin the kiss. Driven by the promise of him cumming, your tiny fingers tugged at his stiff peaks roughly and soon you felt him on the verge of cumming, breathing heavily and dick twitching. So you pulled away from the kiss and latched onto his neck, kissing him hungrily. Which you are. And just when he finally groaned as another burst of cum exploded in your pussy, you sunk your teeth in his neck, gulping moutful of blood.
But you were ripped away as he immediately lifted you off of his dick and put in the way of his shooting cum, painting your hungry stomach white like he wanted to. "Twins," he smiled, not feeling your bitemark at all. He cadled you tightly in his warm arms, lied down with you under blanket, looking happy and satisfied. You on the other hand have your lips stained with his blood and are pissed off.
Next time you will drink from his dick while sucking it.
Warnings: coercion, manipulation, slight sfw cucking(?), suggestive last paragraph
The duke - Reinhardt, as you now have to call him - is a sweet fiancé and future husband. Pampering you and promising you the moon and stars. And giving them. He fulfilled every wish you have said or mentioned in passing. Even sent money and farmhands for your family to take care of them. They raised you well. It's the least he can do to thank them. And he means it.
"I think another petticoat would give you more justice." One of the maids who have been dressing you up chimes up and others nod in agreement. "Yes! You're going to look like a beautiful swan, My Lady!" They squeal in joy. "Our Lord will be awestruck!" Giggles and more squeals escape them as they add another layer to the already puffed up gown. It looks beautiful indeed. But it still makes you sad it's for the duke and not for your sweetheart... You don't have much time to think about it since the wedding is tommorow. Atleast the duke wants it small and with only your family and few of his noble friends as guests. Oh, and the priest. Can't forget about him.
The day of the wedding came and since the early morning you've been dragged and (wo)manhandled by the rushing maids who had to clothe you and their employer and also serve food and drinks before the little evening ceremony. Reinhardt insisted to be wed while the sun was setting. To honour the first meeting of you two. Some sweets were also offered to you, cause you looked like on the verge of fainting for some reason... Yet you still managed to walk down the little aisle, only feeling your father's arm and hearing quiet whispers. The veil concealed everyone from you. When the veil was lifted by Reinhardt, you could see he looked even more polished then usual. It was possible. Apparently. Flowy shirt were exchanged for tight dress shirt, black vest with intricate embrodiery and the rest of the suit matched it. His long chocolate hair with a grey strand was tied in a low ponytail, only few wavy hairs escaping to float around in the slight breeze. He was also cleanly shaved so no stubby facial hair scratched you when he leaned in to get the first kiss of you two. It was quite chaste. Though he nipped your lip a little. To tease. You could see it in his little smirk and squinted eyes from the smile. But he wasn't looking at you... You glanced to the same direction and saw your sweetheart. In the first row, with your side of guests, sitting there with wide eyes, pale but trying to be all smiley and clap and cheer with others. You did not invite him... Did Reihnardt...? When Reinhardt scoops you up to officially end the ceremony and leave the guests, he has polite small talks with everyone there before sending them off with a little giftbag. Your old love was the last. And your husband leans in to him, whispering something to him quietly, so you wouldn't hear. Whatever it was, he went even paler and withnout even looking at you, bolted out.
"I think it is time for us to go retire for the evening, too." He looks down at you, still smiling, but more fondly. With a grip just a little bit too tight.
Warnings: manipulation, yandere being a yandere, kidnapping
English is not my first language ^^
He did not exactly kidnap you. You just did not realize what was actually happening. He is actually very lax about keeping you. He only doesn't let you leave. Withnout him. You can live your daily life as you used to. With the addition of the most devoted boyfriend the world has ever seen.Deman pitied you at first. His visibly depressed coworker with eyebags who sat all day long at their desk, discussing finances with clients and getting yelled at daily for things you did not cause. He started stopping by your desk when he saw you, even offered you snacks had coincidentally enough to share. Your own little friendly acts followed. When you remembered his birthday and brought him a diy little trinket, he was done for. His obsession started. And when the fated question "Would go on a date with me?" was said, you were done for.
After all, Deman was quite a looker. Red hair, tall, always smelled like your favourite cologne (you did not know you had one until you smelled his) and wore a fitted suit to work with clients. Real catch. When he asked you, the tired shut-in who lived off instant noodles, you thought it is a dream. But when he drove you after work to the fancy restaurant, you felt bad. Humiliated even. Your best outfit did not match the place in your opinion. Deman repeatedly told you you looked lovely, but how could you believe him? You know what you are really...When the waiter spilled on you the red wine your date ordered, Deman offered to drive you to his place which is closer. You agreed. If only just to escape the stares."You can use any products you see there. I have everything a woman would need!" He playfully tells you as he pushes you to his bathroom. "Oh, the lock doesn't work. Sorry. I won't walk in there though. Don't worry!" Giggles and goes to kitchen to prepare a meal since you left the restaurant before ordering food.
When you come out, you feel as if you are a new person. You haven't felt so clean and had such soft hair since... never. "Do you have any spare clothes?" You ask from a sliver of space between the bathroom door and a pile of clothes was placed next to it. It fits nicely actually. Your exact size. Weird that he has women clothing. Maybe an ex left it. You shrug and come out. As you eat the dinner you realize something. You are on a first date. At a man's place. In his clothes. It's evening and you have no means to not sleep over. And it's not like it is bad, you just thought first date is too early, but Deman is too hot and caring and itsnotlikeyoudon'twantitbutheprobablyexpectsitandyoucannottellhimnobecausenoelsewouldeverfindyouattractivesoheisyouronlychanceathappinessand-"I'm beat today. I'll take a shower and sleep on the couch. You can sleep in my bed. The sheets are clean, no grime from me." He grins with his pearly whites. You smile back with closed mouth. You don't want to scare him with the state of your teeth. He is too kind and you need to pull yourself up to be a better girlfriend.
But that didn't happen. After a month of dating Deman suddenly apoeared at your doorstep with a bouqet. "Happy one month anniversary! Wanted to surprise the goodest girl in the world! So? Are you-" He froze mid-sentence, eyes fixed behind you. To the inside of your apartment. "I can explain! It's...!" You tried to find the words to justify the horrors you lived in but could not. You tried to shut the doors and come out to atleast somehow save the day and Deman's sanity. You don't want to lose him! But he easily prevented you from shutting the door and walked in while you blabbered excuses and teared up in humiliation. Deman did not answer, just looking at the empty boxes of fastfood piled up everywhere, the pile of clothes with stains in one corner. He could only figure out where the bed was. But it swarmed by plushies. Clean ones atleast. At something which maybe was a kitchen counter is a kettle and somewhere he can see a washing machine peeking out. His eyes are starting to water too. Not from emotions but from the awful stench of rotten food and... mold. Your apartment is sentient. The whole little place is alive through and through.
"You...," he starts, "live like this?"
"Deman, I just... You know I find it hard to do simple tasks. And when Ivput them to later, they grew bigger and bigger and became impossible to do." You finally manage to explain. He looks at you, teras welling in the corners of his eyes and simply says: "From now on, you live with me. You can only bring your soft friends. Everything else stays." He orders and goes to help you grab your stuffies while pushing you out of there and locking it. "I'll deal with the landlord and fallout. And you... we're going to buy new clothes. And burn what you are wearing." He ends the topic, closing this chapter of your life for you. You did not like his tone. It wasn't the soft praise, but a stern command. You tried to argue that you can deal with it yourself but he just dragged you to his car like an unruly child, put your seatbelt on and locked the door. "Quiet. You can't obviously take care of yourself. I'll do it for you." And started the car. When you saw a police car signalling your boyfriend to pull over for a random checkup, your whining and kicking died down. You did not want to give them the wrong idea. Cause it sure as hell looked like you were being kidnapped. You were not! Your boyfriend generously offered to let you live with him. You even had your own toothbrush and sets of other things he bought for you at his place. Maybe you're already missing your home, but this is for the best, right?
Warning: slight description of injuries, violence, manipulation, coercion(?), gaslighting, power imbalance, mediaval times, slight sadism, just yandere being a yandere
My first post! <3
English is not my first language ^^
Werewolf!Duke who is a good aristocrat in his own not humble opinion. Exemplary even if you add the fact he is a werewolf and can still act better than most human aristocrats. He abides by the proper etiquette, doesn't extort his subjects, doesn't lash out on his servants and maids (even during full moon(!)) and is generally merciful. He doesn't even have trysts with other married aristocrats or uses his title to have secret relationships with lower class. He is a bit of a bachelor and doesn't mind at all.
He has one quirk though. A simple rule. No visits to his castle. Under no circumstances. The only person allowed to freely roam his land is his gardener. Other servants must strictly follow paths. You see, after he got turned, the new wolf instincs made him a territorial bastard. He patrols his property diligently every night. He enjoys those quiet walks and runs in wolf from with wind blowing through his fur, feeling the soft soil, tickly grass and smelling the nature. When he catches a whiff of a living being on it... he goes for the kill. Humans are no different.
Although lately their is an increase of humans. After a little investigation he scraped together that after people went missing on his land, his subjects ascribed it to the increase of wolves around. Heh. And a new trend emerged. If you stop liking your suitor or plainly want to get rid of them, promise to meet them at night at a location near his manor. Problem solved.
And he always diligently got rid of them. Not that he had to. He liked to. He liked the way they screamed and thrashed as they were torn to shreds. Not today tho. Today's victim was lying under him frozen in fear like a deer, not moving, just crying withnout any sound, not even a whimper as his claws pierced your arms and pinned you to the muddy ground. He hated to admit it but you looked adorable. He decided to play with his food a little.
"What is the reason you decided to cut your life short? Foolishness? Naivety? Dare?" He looks over the commoner human under him. Very pretty outfit for their status. He can see your top is not buttoned up all the way up. He feels his breath hitching for some reason. Must have been quite an occasion to be wearing one's best clothes in such a seductive manner. You even have your hair let down. And... is that a basket with... sweets?
He laughs dryly. Another undesired lover. Hmm... It would be a pity to kill you. He unstucks his claws from your flesh and reaches to twirl a strand of your hair. So pretty and soft... A long bath, better dress and some makeup and he would think twice about remaining a bachelor. His inner wolf agrees. You are very quiet. He likes that. But... If your voice is also acceptable, he'll help you. He tugged at the strand harshly and the bloodied woman squealed in shaky voice. He tugged again but less harshly. A whimper. His ears pinned down to his head. Now he got frozen. From arousal. That's it. No helping, he's going to take care of you for the of your life. If your suitor wants you gone, he'll take the beauty off of his hands.
"I apologize, dear, for my behaviour. I must have terribly scared you. Oh, I even accidentally hurt you. Let me make it up to you." He hauled you to your feet, dusting you off. His werewolf characteristics slowly dissapeared while he did that. "I'll replace them. Come with me." He offers his arm and smiles softly. When he sees you're still standing there with eyes full of terror, he simply scoops you up. "What are you waiting for, woman? A noble is offering you his goodwill." Hr smiles down at you.
In his castle he let his doctor clean your wounds and bandage you. Then maids changed you to a silky nightgown while you lost consciousness. Poor thing. His wolf form does that to people. When you woke up, he found any excuse in the book to keep you at his estate, ordering the doctor to play the charade with him. The tales of your love who sent you to your death were repeated every day, painting him in a great light as your saviour and admirer who wants you to reach his heights and status. When you still tried to go back home, he went cold.
"I house your for weeks, clothe you, feed you and you want to leave?" His voice is not loud but it feels like it is booming innyour eardrums. "No, Your Grace, I only-," you started but he talked over you, keeping on guilttripping you. Like he minded he was fussing over his mate.
"If you really want to leave, I'll let you." He let out a sigh, faking giving up.
"Thank you, I-"
"Under one condition." His eyes flicked. He pulled out one hand from his pocket and stood on one knee. "Marry me." Opened the little box, revealing a ring.
"I have went out of my way to find something that would suit you. It would be improper for you and me to be seen apart after you spent such a long time here. Rumour would start, tarnishing mine and your reputation. Don't you agree?" Your voice felt shaky when you said "Yes". Not because you didn't want it. He was more than good choice for a husband, aside from his lycantrophy. But because even after alll, part of you still loved your old love that lured you to the deadly embrace of the werewolf duke.
