Name's Kat. I'm an adult woman who enjoys smut and porn. Expect explicit stuff here, I do not want minors nearby
I write and post very raw and barely edited snippets of mostly monsterfucking and soft femdom. English is not my first language so expect mistakes
I write female!reader and male!monster (most likely a werewolf or a insert-your-monster kind of neutral character) unless stated otherwise
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There is something very special about the fog. There are two aspects of allure, let's say it like that.
One is the dark mystery of the fog. The unknown. The unseen. The silent. You are on edge, scared, excited. The cold and the moisture touch you. The brushing of fog's fingertips is light, but so sharp, and it electrifies you. The lack of sound is so unnerving, dense, that you simply have to whimper just not to go mad. What is there? Why do you feel someone —or something—is watching you? Is it hungry? Angry? Curious? Does it stalk you? Want you? Does the fog want to touch you more? Enter more deeply into you? Find your warmth? Take it? Devour it?
The other part of the allure is the relief once you leave the fog. Escaping it, reviving your senses again, feeling everything so much clearly again. Oh, and the warmth and light of the cabin are so inviting! You are finally safe! And your rescuer is such a sweet creature, shy, gentle. He is also confused, unsure what to think of this human. Why is your rescuer looking at you so? He is comforting you, telling you he would never harm you. He is so strong, so warm, so everywhere around you. He is on top of you, so big and his jaw so large, but he doesn't harm you. He would never! He will protect you. Keep you in his cabin, away from the fog. Safe. Safe with him.
Face riding hits differently when there is a monster underneath you. You need to ride that snout until your thighs are covered in his saliva and your arousal. You are all sticky, wet, and sweaty. And he is all yours, submissive, eager to please. It's so hard to stop once you start, but every orgasm is better than the last one, and you always need more, more, more. Ahhhh... Your legs are shaking, and every time he moans and growls underneath you, your clit twitches again, swelling from pleasure. He never complains; he merely chuckles once you climax all over his face yet again.
I actually can! Since this is a monsterfucker blog, let's talk Great Hawk. He is such a sweetheart omg (I still love Eden the most, but Great Hawk is the perfect monster husband 🦅🤎)
[ m!harpy x fem!reader ]
content: nsfw, p in v, breeding
tw: abduction, non-con
Great Hawk has claimed you as his wife.
He did this a long time ago, when he saw you wandering the moor for the first time. As he soared above you, observing you, he felt that you belonged to him. That you were his present from the moor. A human. A beautiful mate.
His huge wings cover you every night, offering you warmth. You were scared of him at first, of course. Such an alien creature. But he was always gentle... in his own way. Bringing you shiny presents, food, branches, whatever a harpy could deem valuable. He patiently waited for you to ask him to fuck, to which he always replied: "Wife is ready to mate? Anything for you." He would make you scream and shudder in ecstasy as much as you wanted, as long as you let him pump his harpy seed into your womb. Nothing made him happier than making you happy.
But it wasn't always like this...
The first time you met, you were beaten and bruised, barely alive. You screamed when you saw his dark form against the bright sky. He landed next to you, cooing and chirping softly, but you were terrified, traumatized. You couldn't take it anymore.
The harpy stared at you with his huge eyes, curiously blinking. He touched your cut and bleeding shoulder with his huge hands, and then your nose, lacking a beak. He has never seen a human up close like this. Your beak was so soft. But he liked it.
"My... beautiful... wife... " he said before taking you in his arms and spreading his mighty wings. You yelled once he jumped high into the sky, taking you to his home. His nest.
The first night was hard for you. He barely used human tongue - he screeched, feral from lust, while ripping your clothes. But after seeing your tears, he stopped and pulled back, folding his wings. "No... I want to make wife... happy."
The wilderness in his eyes dimmed, but his erection stayed, throbbing, oozing. He nuzzled your face, clicking, calming you down. His talons scratched you as he gripped you to spread your legs. His beak was sharp against your belly, but his eating you out felt inexplicably divine. You've never felt a tongue like that one. You were still scared and tense, but he was eating your pussy out like a starved beast, and fairly quickly, you felt the coil of an orgasm pulsate inside your core. He felt it too... He stood up, spread his wings, and with a soft screech, pushed his phallus inside your hot insides.
"Wife feels so good..."
It hurt to accommodate such a long thing. It burned your insides when he claimed you, thrusting and screeching inhumanely. You cried, you begged him to stop. But this time, he couldn't. He had to take you now, he had to claim you, mark you, breed you.
The next morning, he gently helped you wash, he gave you food and a blanket to cover yourself. He knew he hurt you, and he couldn't look you in the eyes. He said nothing and let you recover on your own.
It took time to forgive him. It took time to trust him. He never took you violently like that again, like the first night. You learned to communicate with him, and he learned more human words. You told him what you liked and desired, and he would bring that to you.
Slowly, you became attracted to him, to his kindness, to his monstrousness, to his protectiveness. Even his cock was no longer too big or strange for you. You started desiring him, getting wet from just looking at him, basking or preening his mighty wings. You started asking for him to breed you, and he obediently fucked you every way you wanted, for as long as you wanted. Soon, you got addicted to this life and to your harpy husband.
Finally, one day, he gave you your freedom back.
You left. But you returned to him. And you left again. And you returned to him many times. And he would always greet you with a smile. "Welcome home, wife."
You always thought you were incredibly lucky to be hired to work with supermodels. They were such beautiful dog hybrids, pedigree and upper class, and you admired them very much. You were hired as their assistant, and you did whatever was needed behind the runway. But even after weeks of working here you could barely look them in the eyes. You were only a simple bunny hybrid, too anxious to even compliment them.
And then your ovulation started. Working around gorgeous half-naked models while being extremely horny was excruciating, and, after only half an hour on the clock, you had to hide in the closet to desperately masturbate. But they were dog hybrids; you should've known better.
While your fingers were still in your pulsating pussy, the closet door slammed open. "Our sweet assistant needs assistance," the supermodels teased. They took you out, removed your clothes, and started pleasing you in every way possible. They licked your juices and pounded your pussy, creaming inside you over and over again, until you were completely spent, breathless, and significantly less horny than a few hours ago.
To have a knight and bodyguard yearning after you 🗡...
His form is monstrous, and he is weathered, broken after so many battles, with a black heart cracked and dried by failed romances — he should be wiser. So much wiser.
But once he met you, his new protégé, his heart swelled inside his ribcage, reopening old wounds. He should've sealed himself with stronger chains. What shall he do now?
Once he saw you bathing, humming a light tune, shrouded by steam and moisture, he couldn't step back. The cowardice of his act will stain his soul forever, but back then he could not move. He remained hidden behind the door, watching you through the gap, and stroking his manhood while admiring your glistening lips, neck, and nipples.
He had to leave once his breath became too heavy, loud, and he worried he would spill inside his trousers. He moved into a dusty corner, a sad, pathetic place, to imagine squeezing your ass while biting into your neck and thrusting into your cunt. His dick remained hard even after he finished into his sweaty palm.
A quarter before midnight, with all your friends drunk and giddy, your apartment's doorbell rings. There is a huge cake outside, and it takes both deliverymen all their power to push it inside. Once everything is settled, and the cake is ready in the middle of your living room, the sleaziest nightclub music starts, and a lanky, graceful werewolf jumps out of the cardboard cake with a blood-curdling howl. As soon as he spots you, he winks and growls: "Happy birthday, gorgeous." All your friends scream in delight, but your body reacts with an intense flush.
It's your big 30th birthday, and you've been single for quite a while, so your friends decided to surprise you. And since they are quite familiar with your kinks, they knew exactly what you needed.
It takes all your mental power not to climb onto the gorgeous, almost naked werewolf flexing his muscles, bucking his hips, and flashing his sharp canines. Completely mesmerized by him, you don't even notice your friends sneaking out and leaving you alone with your gift, giggling among themselves. Very soon and very intensely, you learn that stripping wasn't the only skill he was hired for.
It's never boring in the Merfolk Breeding Centre. Dangerous, very much. Especially during springtime when most specimens go extra feral and horny. They are simply too strong, and any interventions could prove lethal for humans. But you have your job to do, and that is drawing blood, collecting semen, and checking their overall well-being.
But one merman proves way too difficult and aggressive. He has to be bound. Hanging on a wall, with his arms tied high above his head and his tail cuffed, he is pretty much at your mercy. Not that he seems to be too upset because of it. This is not the first time you need to handle him with special care.
You take his cock into your fist and lick it. The slick texture is so comfortable against your lips and tongue. The merman grins with his toothy smile and bucks his hips. He is growling, urging you to move faster. But you are in control, and you need him just as much as he needs you. Just as he starts twitching and breathing heavily, you slow down, but keep on stimulating his slit. His chains are rattling while he's trying to break free. But he won't be able to. Not this time. You prepare your flask and jerk him off just as he likes. With a screech, he shoots his irridescent semen, and you collect it like a precious substance. Although highly unprofessional, you place a kiss on the tip of your fingers and press them against his mouth. With a smirk, he licks them and gives you a wink.
The dragon prince has always been fascinated with humans, watching them from afar. With his mighty eyesight, he could see them as if they were on his own scaly palm, even when he was flying just below the clouds. He would observe them play, run, grow, work, dance, sleep. Such beautiful, tiny creatures those humans were.
What he loved to do the most was to watch them fuck. He loved seeing their delicate, soft bodies humping and twitching, and trembling around each other. Some were quick, some were passionate, some took hours to enjoy each other. Their mating would make the dragon prince hard, too. With a few strokes, he would shoot into the air like rain. But it wasn't enough. Oh, to have a human of his own, to show them pleasures and the vigour of dragon kind. Maybe one day, he will fly low and claim one. The perfect one. One day.
I've read a few stories about pussy portals but I don't think I've read one with reader getting a perfect replica dildo that is connected to the monster (maybe they have a flashlight or its magic related)
Reader teasing a monster with their mouth and hands as they prep themselves with their fingers first as their hand toys with the thick knot near the dildos base. This time reader gets to be the one in control. Slowly sinking down they get to take their time getting to the knot.
The monster on the other end is desperately bucking into the device they're using, but it's not the same as the sweet torturous feeling of you sliding down their length that they're receiving from the linked dildo.
Toying with Him
[ m!monster x fem!reader ]
content: nsfw, masturbation, dildo
Getting a cast of your boyfriend's cock was his idea, actually. It was a silly anniversary gift. You exchanged casts of each other's genitals to be used as a fleshlight and a dildo.
But you got an idea how to make your toy even more special. You ordered your boyfriend's boxers and the dildo to be magically connected.
Hehehe, you giggled to your deviousness as you placed the enhanced boxers back into the drawer, on top of the pile. As soon as your boyfriend left for work the next morning, you ran into your bedroom and checked - as you expected, the boxers were gone. Huhuhuhuhu.
You waited for his text, which he always sends as soon as he gets to his office.
Fuuuuck me
Meetings all day
Love you cookie <3
It is time to get down to business.
You take out the beautiful model of your boyfriend's cock and kiss it lightly. You giggle, imagining what face he might make while sitting at a meeting table, surrounded by his co-workers and supervisors, confused about the sensation on the tip of his cock. You lick the toy, along the ridge, moistening it up. It is fun when you do this, but not nearly as good as when you suck on the real, warm, live thing.
Mmmmm, fuck. You are quickly getting wet, excited about masturbating with your favourite toy, and guessing how he must feel right now, as his magically transformed boxers stimulate his member, copying the way you play with the dildo.
A message pings.
Shit I'm so horny right now
And this meeting will last for another 10 minutes
Can't focus
Thinking about you ;)
It works! Just imagining him squirming on his chair, blushing, and maybe even stuttering gets you all giddy. You push your fingers inside your hole, getting ready for the massive toy you're about to insert. Your fingers squeeze the silicone knot at the bottom, humming and snickering as you get the dildo all wet.
Ping!
Something weird is happening
I feel something weird
Oh it's about to get a lot weirder. It's time to reply.
Enjoy my little gift for you ;)
Almost instant reply.
?????????
IS THIS YOU
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
COOKIE IM IN A MEEGINT
Hehehe, he's panicking. His fingers are trembling. He's losing control. How delightful. The surge of power, the sweet taste of dominance, makes your pussy clench around nothing. You lick the whole length of the dildo and moan around the silicone tip. You want it inside you so badly.
You spread your legs and smear your juices all over your folds. Mmmmmm, you're so wet. It would be so nice to have your boyfriend's thick cock inside, warm, hard, and pumping like a machine. Unfortunately, you have to do everything by yourself now. You rub the dildo against the entrance, mixing your saliva with your arousal. But - you giggle again - knowing what sweet torture your handsome monster boyfriend must be experiencing right now is quite enough.
The narrow glans penetrates your pussy, and a long moan escapes your lips. No human cock can match a monster one.
Ping.
Stop that
Im so hard rn
Someone will notice
You whimper on your bed, your legs entangled with your sheets, safe and cozy and so horny. No stopping, you retort while you push the dildo deeper and your fingers tap against your clit. You roll over and kneel, as if you're riding your boyfriend on his office chair. The dildo is halfway into your pussy.
Ping.
STOP
You can't. It feels so good. You are bouncing up and down, panting, fucking your pussy, and rubbing your swollen clit. Almost there. You're almost touching the knot.
ping. Ping. PING. PING!
You don't care anymore. You're so close - ah! - so close! But you will get that knot inside before you cum. You want it - ah! - in your pussy. But it's so hard not to let your body uncoil around the dildo right now! Ah! AH!
You climax as soon as the knot hits your entrance. The sinful wave melts your bones, and you fall into your pillows, defeated by a dildo.
I didn't get it in, you pout. You throw the toy away and take your phone. There are 20+ messages from your boyfriend. All of them are gibberish, or short nos and stops. But the last one is different.
I'm coming home
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Should I do the boyfriend's POV (and maybe a continuation?)
For the game because I thought it was a funny idea:
Werecroc, submissive, duct tape
It was all because of that documentary you saw about how zookeepers prepared the crocodiles for examinations and transport. They used duct tape. Very simple yet effective. And your werecroc boyfriend has been increasingly annoying you while talking about his favorite horror movies for almost an hour.
You topple him, sitting on his chest, and immediately wrap the duct tape around his long snout. He is in utter shock and, while he tries to free himself, you skillfully wrap the tape around his wrists as well. Finally, it's time for your favourite hobby.
He can't do much with his mouth, but his stomach scales provide wonderful stimulation. You strip and sit on his abs, flashing your holes toward his bound face, and all he can do is moan and pant as you remove his pants to reveal his delightful green cock. Your grind against his plates and suck him off slowly until he is shaking. But he has a little revenge of his own. His long snout easily reaches your ass, and he rubs his rough lips against your anus. You play with each other until you both cum on each other faces.From that day on, you call that pose 'wrapped 69'.
Your friends are drinking and mingling in the middle of your living room. Accidentally, most of them are standing between you and your partner, oblivious to the dangerous state your boyfriend is slipping into. He is biting his lower lip, watching you from across the room. You notice him rubbing his nose with a smirk. Your ovulation must have started, and he sensed it immediately, as he always does. He can smell your hormones like an expensive perfume, the horny dog. You try to focus on your friend and the conversation about work, but it's hard to ignore his hungry eyes drilling right through your clothes, scanning your every curve. Your core reacts, and you cross your legs to tame the lustful pulse. He licks his lower lip and cocks his eyebrow. He is such an animal. Can't he act civilized for one evening? On the other hand, you like that he is just like that. If you play carefully enough, tease him when he can't touch you, taunt him the right way, you might get him super riled up. And then... Who knows?
content: making out, fondling, sex talk, various foreplay stuff before the big stuff
You are very excited about indulging with your suitors in private. The seven of you enter the humid and warm underground spring. It is lavish and quiet, belonging only to you for this evening.
Ram and Sen remain as they are, with their privates hidden by their armour and fluid form, while the others strip their clothes. This wasn't the first time to see them naked, but the initial inspection was done far more privately. Ves is particularly embarrassed to disrobe, while Shar, Rion, and Boro have no issues with it.
The seven of you dived into the warm mineral water and immediately started drinking and chatting.
Boro the Minotaur looks very comfortable. His large body leans against the pool ledge, his fur soaked with warm water. His every exhale echoes against the tiles. You love seeing his massive form — you feel safe around him. There are many scars on his body; you approach him and touch them.
He looks slightly surprised, as if he was not expecting you so close to him. "Your Majesty..."
You flick a wet strand of his hair to look at his small eyes better. They remind you of hazelnuts. "Can you submerge more?"
He smiles and slides lower so that only his horns tower over you. You kneel on his thighs, since you can't sit on his lap without going underwater. The good thing is that you can press your stomach against his.
"There," you coo as you slightly rub your front against his firm chest. "Finally, I can see you."
As he giggles, his hands wander up your thighs. "You can see me whenever you want, Your Majesty." His finger slides up and down your ass. "I'll kneel for you anytime you ask."
You can't resist a smile of your own because you feel his hard-on floating just above your knees. It's massive. You stroke it several times, enjoying its girth.
Boro groans. "Or maybe you'll kneel for me?"
Rion the Dryad is swimming back and forth, humming with delight. Her beautiful green and silvery form is emerging above the water before disappearing again, as elegant as a dolphin. She is voluptuous and curvy, and not ashamed to show her body.
You watch as the water glistens and drips down her tentacles. One of them, however, is not where you expect. It circles around your waist and pulls you toward Rion.
"Oh my," she giggles. "My stolons are sometimes so naughty."
"Stolon?"
She swims toward you, and more and more of her thick appendages emerge around you, tightening around your thighs and waist. "You humans tend to call them tentacles. But I'm not an octopus."
"Interesting. What is their purpose?"
The small dryad is right in front of you, a dark green blush covering her face. "To make babies, of course." Her long and thick stolon wriggles its way between your thighs. It pulsates against your core, and your breath shivers.
"You don't have to be bothered with any pregnancy if you don't want to," she explains. "I can take care of everything. But if you... per chance... enjoy being gravid..." The flexible appendage moves away as it's replaced with something different, harder, and a lot less flexible against your stomach. "I can arrange that too."
Sen the Shadow is, as usual, unreadable at first glance. But you learned to recognize some signals that can help you read his emotions. He is now in barely firm form, almost as liquid as water.
As you swim toward him, moving through the blackened water, you sense you are entering him, as well. The liquid is no longer mineral water, but a being. And it is touching you everywhere, like silky oil.
Sen's eyes are just above the water, white orbs in the inky darkness.
"It's a pity you can't talk, since I find you incredibly interesting. I noticed you've been following me around... Even to my bedroom." The shadow's eyes bulge. "Oh yes, I noticed. I hope I managed to entertain you last night?"
You masturbated while he was in the room. For some reason, you felt utmost comfort and relish knowing he was glued to the corners and shadows.
Sen squeezes all over you, sticking his body around your every curve, sliding between your legs, almost penetrating you... but not quite. He is getting hotter than the healing water. "Don't boil yourself, silly!"
Sen slides upward, above the water, coiling himself around your neck and touching your lips. Next to his eyes, a shape of a hand appears, and he signs: "Beautiful. Want."
You lick the shadowy form mimicking a finger entering your mouth. It is almost as sweet as honey.
Ves the Angel smiles once you approach him, but otherwise looks quite nervous.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
He looks at other suitors. "Aren't you impatient to form an alliance with the monster dominion?"
You touch his shoulder reassuringly. "Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. After all, I need to get to know you."
"I... Your Majesty, I was hoping we would finally get some time alone." His words are audacious, but his intentions don't appear to be lascivious. "There are so many things I would like to share with you, to discuss. And... I can't have my notebook in the water."
His pout is so cute, you have to giggle. "Try to relax. Actually, I want you to relax." You press your body against his, and with one hand, you caress his eyeless face, and with the other you pinch one of his wing feathers.
He blushes. "I'm worried about your safety and the alliance...." As you gently kiss his neck, he melts into your touch.
"Shhh, I know you are. But there is time for work, and there is time for pleasure."
He finally hugs you, pulling you close to his chiseled body. His eyes are now softly glowing, warm and... voracious.
Shar the Naga is quite enjoying the warm environment. He is effortlessly undulating through the water, and — shockingly! — without any cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Your Majesty." He circles around you as terrifying as a crocodile. "Thank you for this. Aside from a library, a bathhouse is truly one of my other favourite places."
"I'm glad to see you so pleased. Your eyes are always glued to your books, so it's hard to get to know you."
He seems puzzled. "They are not always glued to book. I actually look at you quite often."
"Do you now?" You're not sure Shar knows he's flirting with you.
"Most certainly. You are the Queen of the human realm, interested in marrying a monster, no less. You are remarkable and intriguing."
You smile. "You are very interesting, too. And quite knowledgeable."
His reptile smile widens as he stands in front of you, his tail fondling your legs. He likes compliments. "I am. But I'm also an honest naga, and I admit I'm faulty. I lack theory in humans."
"I'm not sure about theory." Your hand slides down his scaly stomach, and you're delighted to feel his long members, excited to be around you. "But I can provide practice."
Ram the Armour is out of their element; they are standing in the corner, as animated as a potted plant. It is quite odd to see a full metal armour inside water, despite it being coated with special wax to stop any damage.
"Are you enjoying yourself like that?"
"I've never had more fun, Your Majesty."
The lack of any kind of features has proven to be an obstacle multiple times during your conversations. But you are convinced Ram is quite a jester. "Really? I witnessed tombstones more lively than you."
Living armour laughs from the depths of their metallic shell. "I truly don't mind just observing. Especially... you."
"Observing won't be enough if you want to rule with me."
Ram seems embarrassed — as much as armour can be. "Of course. But I was created to serve. I can only ever obey you, my Queen."
You come closer to them. "You are good at taking orders, right?"
Your hand finds a hollow between their plates. The same place the strange phallus showed up during the body inspection. And you find it, coiled like a snake, warm and pulsating. Ram whimpers a delightful please, as they take you by the wrist, desperate to keep you there a little bit longer.
"Then keep me always satisfied."
You exit the pool to take a breather. This was... fun. More fun than you had with any other human. Your Council will have a stroke when you inform them about this, but... You had no intention to end this evening right now.
So Boro the Minotaur is the winner! Congratulations to the new Teratarch! 👑
All right! I'll write a smutty little m!minotaur x fem!reader fic and draw a picture of them. But how to represent the reader, aka Queen?
The Queen is chubby, that's all I know lol, but I'm not sure how to draw her. Should I go with a neutral gray figure way, so that everyone can imagine themselves, or should I be the one to decide the features?
Or maybe there's a third option? Maybe I could use Pinterest to look for a color palette or something like that? And you vote for the palette?
content: making out, fondling, sex talk, various foreplay stuff before the big stuff
You are very excited about indulging with your suitors in private. The seven of you enter the humid and warm underground spring. It is lavish and quiet, belonging only to you for this evening.
Ram and Sen remain as they are, with their privates hidden by their armour and fluid form, while the others strip their clothes. This wasn't the first time to see them naked, but the initial inspection was done far more privately. Ves is particularly embarrassed to disrobe, while Shar, Rion, and Boro have no issues with it.
The seven of you dived into the warm mineral water and immediately started drinking and chatting.
Boro the Minotaur looks very comfortable. His large body leans against the pool ledge, his fur soaked with warm water. His every exhale echoes against the tiles. You love seeing his massive form — you feel safe around him. There are many scars on his body; you approach him and touch them.
He looks slightly surprised, as if he was not expecting you so close to him. "Your Majesty..."
You flick a wet strand of his hair to look at his small eyes better. They remind you of hazelnuts. "Can you submerge more?"
He smiles and slides lower so that only his horns tower over you. You kneel on his thighs, since you can't sit on his lap without going underwater. The good thing is that you can press your stomach against his.
"There," you coo as you slightly rub your front against his firm chest. "Finally, I can see you."
As he giggles, his hands wander up your thighs. "You can see me whenever you want, Your Majesty." His finger slides up and down your ass. "I'll kneel for you anytime you ask."
You can't resist a smile of your own because you feel his hard-on floating just above your knees. It's massive. You stroke it several times, enjoying its girth.
Boro groans. "Or maybe you'll kneel for me?"
Rion the Dryad is swimming back and forth, humming with delight. Her beautiful green and silvery form is emerging above the water before disappearing again, as elegant as a dolphin. She is voluptuous and curvy, and not ashamed to show her body.
You watch as the water glistens and drips down her tentacles. One of them, however, is not where you expect. It circles around your waist and pulls you toward Rion.
"Oh my," she giggles. "My stolons are sometimes so naughty."
"Stolon?"
She swims toward you, and more and more of her thick appendages emerge around you, tightening around your thighs and waist. "You humans tend to call them tentacles. But I'm not an octopus."
"Interesting. What is their purpose?"
The small dryad is right in front of you, a dark green blush covering her face. "To make babies, of course." Her long and thick stolon wriggles its way between your thighs. It pulsates against your core, and your breath shivers.
"You don't have to be bothered with any pregnancy if you don't want to," she explains. "I can take care of everything. But if you... per chance... enjoy being gravid..." The flexible appendage moves away as it's replaced with something different, harder, and a lot less flexible against your stomach. "I can arrange that too."
Sen the Shadow is, as usual, unreadable at first glance. But you learned to recognize some signals that can help you read his emotions. He is now in barely firm form, almost as liquid as water.
As you swim toward him, moving through the blackened water, you sense you are entering him, as well. The liquid is no longer mineral water, but a being. And it is touching you everywhere, like silky oil.
Sen's eyes are just above the water, white orbs in the inky darkness.
"It's a pity you can't talk, since I find you incredibly interesting. I noticed you've been following me around... Even to my bedroom." The shadow's eyes bulge. "Oh yes, I noticed. I hope I managed to entertain you last night?"
You masturbated while he was in the room. For some reason, you felt utmost comfort and relish knowing he was glued to the corners and shadows.
Sen squeezes all over you, sticking his body around your every curve, sliding between your legs, almost penetrating you... but not quite. He is getting hotter than the healing water. "Don't boil yourself, silly!"
Sen slides upward, above the water, coiling himself around your neck and touching your lips. Next to his eyes, a shape of a hand appears, and he signs: "Beautiful. Want."
You lick the shadowy form mimicking a finger entering your mouth. It is almost as sweet as honey.
Ves the Angel smiles once you approach him, but otherwise looks quite nervous.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
He looks at other suitors. "Aren't you impatient to form an alliance with the monster dominion?"
You touch his shoulder reassuringly. "Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. After all, I need to get to know you."
"I... Your Majesty, I was hoping we would finally get some time alone." His words are audacious, but his intentions don't appear to be lascivious. "There are so many things I would like to share with you, to discuss. And... I can't have my notebook in the water."
His pout is so cute, you have to giggle. "Try to relax. Actually, I want you to relax." You press your body against his, and with one hand, you caress his eyeless face, and with the other you pinch one of his wing feathers.
He blushes. "I'm worried about your safety and the alliance...." As you gently kiss his neck, he melts into your touch.
"Shhh, I know you are. But there is time for work, and there is time for pleasure."
He finally hugs you, pulling you close to his chiseled body. His eyes are now softly glowing, warm and... voracious.
Shar the Naga is quite enjoying the warm environment. He is effortlessly undulating through the water, and — shockingly! — without any cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Your Majesty." He circles around you as terrifying as a crocodile. "Thank you for this. Aside from a library, a bathhouse is truly one of my other favourite places."
"I'm glad to see you so pleased. Your eyes are always glued to your books, so it's hard to get to know you."
He seems puzzled. "They are not always glued to book. I actually look at you quite often."
"Do you now?" You're not sure Shar knows he's flirting with you.
"Most certainly. You are the Queen of the human realm, interested in marrying a monster, no less. You are remarkable and intriguing."
You smile. "You are very interesting, too. And quite knowledgeable."
His reptile smile widens as he stands in front of you, his tail fondling your legs. He likes compliments. "I am. But I'm also an honest naga, and I admit I'm faulty. I lack theory in humans."
"I'm not sure about theory." Your hand slides down his scaly stomach, and you're delighted to feel his long members, excited to be around you. "But I can provide practice."
Ram the Armour is out of their element; they are standing in the corner, as animated as a potted plant. It is quite odd to see a full metal armour inside water, despite it being coated with special wax to stop any damage.
"Are you enjoying yourself like that?"
"I've never had more fun, Your Majesty."
The lack of any kind of features has proven to be an obstacle multiple times during your conversations. But you are convinced Ram is quite a jester. "Really? I witnessed tombstones more lively than you."
Living armour laughs from the depths of their metallic shell. "I truly don't mind just observing. Especially... you."
"Observing won't be enough if you want to rule with me."
Ram seems embarrassed — as much as armour can be. "Of course. But I was created to serve. I can only ever obey you, my Queen."
You come closer to them. "You are good at taking orders, right?"
Your hand finds a hollow between their plates. The same place the strange phallus showed up during the body inspection. And you find it, coiled like a snake, warm and pulsating. Ram whimpers a delightful please, as they take you by the wrist, desperate to keep you there a little bit longer.
"Then keep me always satisfied."
You exit the pool to take a breather. This was... fun. More fun than you had with any other human. Your Council will have a stroke when you inform them about this, but... You had no intention to end this evening right now.
So Boro the Minotaur is the winner! Congratulations to the new Teratarch! 👑
All right! I'll write a smutty little m!minotaur x fem!reader fic and draw a picture of them. But how to represent the reader, aka Queen?
The Queen is chubby, that's all I know lol, but I'm not sure how to draw her. Should I go with a neutral gray figure way, so that everyone can imagine themselves, or should I be the one to decide the features?
Or maybe there's a third option? Maybe I could use Pinterest to look for a color palette or something like that? And you vote for the palette?
content: making out, fondling, sex talk, various foreplay stuff before the big stuff
You are very excited about indulging with your suitors in private. The seven of you enter the humid and warm underground spring. It is lavish and quiet, belonging only to you for this evening.
Ram and Sen remain as they are, with their privates hidden by their armour and fluid form, while the others strip their clothes. This wasn't the first time to see them naked, but the initial inspection was done far more privately. Ves is particularly embarrassed to disrobe, while Shar, Rion, and Boro have no issues with it.
The seven of you dived into the warm mineral water and immediately started drinking and chatting.
Boro the Minotaur looks very comfortable. His large body leans against the pool ledge, his fur soaked with warm water. His every exhale echoes against the tiles. You love seeing his massive form — you feel safe around him. There are many scars on his body; you approach him and touch them.
He looks slightly surprised, as if he was not expecting you so close to him. "Your Majesty..."
You flick a wet strand of his hair to look at his small eyes better. They remind you of hazelnuts. "Can you submerge more?"
He smiles and slides lower so that only his horns tower over you. You kneel on his thighs, since you can't sit on his lap without going underwater. The good thing is that you can press your stomach against his.
"There," you coo as you slightly rub your front against his firm chest. "Finally, I can see you."
As he giggles, his hands wander up your thighs. "You can see me whenever you want, Your Majesty." His finger slides up and down your ass. "I'll kneel for you anytime you ask."
You can't resist a smile of your own because you feel his hard-on floating just above your knees. It's massive. You stroke it several times, enjoying its girth.
Boro groans. "Or maybe you'll kneel for me?"
Rion the Dryad is swimming back and forth, humming with delight. Her beautiful green and silvery form is emerging above the water before disappearing again, as elegant as a dolphin. She is voluptuous and curvy, and not ashamed to show her body.
You watch as the water glistens and drips down her tentacles. One of them, however, is not where you expect. It circles around your waist and pulls you toward Rion.
"Oh my," she giggles. "My stolons are sometimes so naughty."
"Stolon?"
She swims toward you, and more and more of her thick appendages emerge around you, tightening around your thighs and waist. "You humans tend to call them tentacles. But I'm not an octopus."
"Interesting. What is their purpose?"
The small dryad is right in front of you, a dark green blush covering her face. "To make babies, of course." Her long and thick stolon wriggles its way between your thighs. It pulsates against your core, and your breath shivers.
"You don't have to be bothered with any pregnancy if you don't want to," she explains. "I can take care of everything. But if you... per chance... enjoy being gravid..." The flexible appendage moves away as it's replaced with something different, harder, and a lot less flexible against your stomach. "I can arrange that too."
Sen the Shadow is, as usual, unreadable at first glance. But you learned to recognize some signals that can help you read his emotions. He is now in barely firm form, almost as liquid as water.
As you swim toward him, moving through the blackened water, you sense you are entering him, as well. The liquid is no longer mineral water, but a being. And it is touching you everywhere, like silky oil.
Sen's eyes are just above the water, white orbs in the inky darkness.
"It's a pity you can't talk, since I find you incredibly interesting. I noticed you've been following me around... Even to my bedroom." The shadow's eyes bulge. "Oh yes, I noticed. I hope I managed to entertain you last night?"
You masturbated while he was in the room. For some reason, you felt utmost comfort and relish knowing he was glued to the corners and shadows.
Sen squeezes all over you, sticking his body around your every curve, sliding between your legs, almost penetrating you... but not quite. He is getting hotter than the healing water. "Don't boil yourself, silly!"
Sen slides upward, above the water, coiling himself around your neck and touching your lips. Next to his eyes, a shape of a hand appears, and he signs: "Beautiful. Want."
You lick the shadowy form mimicking a finger entering your mouth. It is almost as sweet as honey.
Ves the Angel smiles once you approach him, but otherwise looks quite nervous.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
He looks at other suitors. "Aren't you impatient to form an alliance with the monster dominion?"
You touch his shoulder reassuringly. "Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. After all, I need to get to know you."
"I... Your Majesty, I was hoping we would finally get some time alone." His words are audacious, but his intentions don't appear to be lascivious. "There are so many things I would like to share with you, to discuss. And... I can't have my notebook in the water."
His pout is so cute, you have to giggle. "Try to relax. Actually, I want you to relax." You press your body against his, and with one hand, you caress his eyeless face, and with the other you pinch one of his wing feathers.
He blushes. "I'm worried about your safety and the alliance...." As you gently kiss his neck, he melts into your touch.
"Shhh, I know you are. But there is time for work, and there is time for pleasure."
He finally hugs you, pulling you close to his chiseled body. His eyes are now softly glowing, warm and... voracious.
Shar the Naga is quite enjoying the warm environment. He is effortlessly undulating through the water, and — shockingly! — without any cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Your Majesty." He circles around you as terrifying as a crocodile. "Thank you for this. Aside from a library, a bathhouse is truly one of my other favourite places."
"I'm glad to see you so pleased. Your eyes are always glued to your books, so it's hard to get to know you."
He seems puzzled. "They are not always glued to book. I actually look at you quite often."
"Do you now?" You're not sure Shar knows he's flirting with you.
"Most certainly. You are the Queen of the human realm, interested in marrying a monster, no less. You are remarkable and intriguing."
You smile. "You are very interesting, too. And quite knowledgeable."
His reptile smile widens as he stands in front of you, his tail fondling your legs. He likes compliments. "I am. But I'm also an honest naga, and I admit I'm faulty. I lack theory in humans."
"I'm not sure about theory." Your hand slides down his scaly stomach, and you're delighted to feel his long members, excited to be around you. "But I can provide practice."
Ram the Armour is out of their element; they are standing in the corner, as animated as a potted plant. It is quite odd to see a full metal armour inside water, despite it being coated with special wax to stop any damage.
"Are you enjoying yourself like that?"
"I've never had more fun, Your Majesty."
The lack of any kind of features has proven to be an obstacle multiple times during your conversations. But you are convinced Ram is quite a jester. "Really? I witnessed tombstones more lively than you."
Living armour laughs from the depths of their metallic shell. "I truly don't mind just observing. Especially... you."
"Observing won't be enough if you want to rule with me."
Ram seems embarrassed — as much as armour can be. "Of course. But I was created to serve. I can only ever obey you, my Queen."
You come closer to them. "You are good at taking orders, right?"
Your hand finds a hollow between their plates. The same place the strange phallus showed up during the body inspection. And you find it, coiled like a snake, warm and pulsating. Ram whimpers a delightful please, as they take you by the wrist, desperate to keep you there a little bit longer.
"Then keep me always satisfied."
You exit the pool to take a breather. This was... fun. More fun than you had with any other human. Your Council will have a stroke when you inform them about this, but... You had no intention to end this evening right now.
So Boro the Minotaur is the winner! Congratulations to the new Teratarch! 👑
All right! I'll write a smutty little m!minotaur x fem!reader fic and draw a picture of them. But how to represent the reader, aka Queen?
The Queen is chubby, that's all I know lol, but I'm not sure how to draw her. Should I go with a neutral gray figure way, so that everyone can imagine themselves, or should I be the one to decide the features?
Or maybe there's a third option? Maybe I could use Pinterest to look for a color palette or something like that? And you vote for the palette?
content: making out, fondling, sex talk, various foreplay stuff before the big stuff
You are very excited about indulging with your suitors in private. The seven of you enter the humid and warm underground spring. It is lavish and quiet, belonging only to you for this evening.
Ram and Sen remain as they are, with their privates hidden by their armour and fluid form, while the others strip their clothes. This wasn't the first time to see them naked, but the initial inspection was done far more privately. Ves is particularly embarrassed to disrobe, while Shar, Rion, and Boro have no issues with it.
The seven of you dived into the warm mineral water and immediately started drinking and chatting.
Boro the Minotaur looks very comfortable. His large body leans against the pool ledge, his fur soaked with warm water. His every exhale echoes against the tiles. You love seeing his massive form — you feel safe around him. There are many scars on his body; you approach him and touch them.
He looks slightly surprised, as if he was not expecting you so close to him. "Your Majesty..."
You flick a wet strand of his hair to look at his small eyes better. They remind you of hazelnuts. "Can you submerge more?"
He smiles and slides lower so that only his horns tower over you. You kneel on his thighs, since you can't sit on his lap without going underwater. The good thing is that you can press your stomach against his.
"There," you coo as you slightly rub your front against his firm chest. "Finally, I can see you."
As he giggles, his hands wander up your thighs. "You can see me whenever you want, Your Majesty." His finger slides up and down your ass. "I'll kneel for you anytime you ask."
You can't resist a smile of your own because you feel his hard-on floating just above your knees. It's massive. You stroke it several times, enjoying its girth.
Boro groans. "Or maybe you'll kneel for me?"
Rion the Dryad is swimming back and forth, humming with delight. Her beautiful green and silvery form is emerging above the water before disappearing again, as elegant as a dolphin. She is voluptuous and curvy, and not ashamed to show her body.
You watch as the water glistens and drips down her tentacles. One of them, however, is not where you expect. It circles around your waist and pulls you toward Rion.
"Oh my," she giggles. "My stolons are sometimes so naughty."
"Stolon?"
She swims toward you, and more and more of her thick appendages emerge around you, tightening around your thighs and waist. "You humans tend to call them tentacles. But I'm not an octopus."
"Interesting. What is their purpose?"
The small dryad is right in front of you, a dark green blush covering her face. "To make babies, of course." Her long and thick stolon wriggles its way between your thighs. It pulsates against your core, and your breath shivers.
"You don't have to be bothered with any pregnancy if you don't want to," she explains. "I can take care of everything. But if you... per chance... enjoy being gravid..." The flexible appendage moves away as it's replaced with something different, harder, and a lot less flexible against your stomach. "I can arrange that too."
Sen the Shadow is, as usual, unreadable at first glance. But you learned to recognize some signals that can help you read his emotions. He is now in barely firm form, almost as liquid as water.
As you swim toward him, moving through the blackened water, you sense you are entering him, as well. The liquid is no longer mineral water, but a being. And it is touching you everywhere, like silky oil.
Sen's eyes are just above the water, white orbs in the inky darkness.
"It's a pity you can't talk, since I find you incredibly interesting. I noticed you've been following me around... Even to my bedroom." The shadow's eyes bulge. "Oh yes, I noticed. I hope I managed to entertain you last night?"
You masturbated while he was in the room. For some reason, you felt utmost comfort and relish knowing he was glued to the corners and shadows.
Sen squeezes all over you, sticking his body around your every curve, sliding between your legs, almost penetrating you... but not quite. He is getting hotter than the healing water. "Don't boil yourself, silly!"
Sen slides upward, above the water, coiling himself around your neck and touching your lips. Next to his eyes, a shape of a hand appears, and he signs: "Beautiful. Want."
You lick the shadowy form mimicking a finger entering your mouth. It is almost as sweet as honey.
Ves the Angel smiles once you approach him, but otherwise looks quite nervous.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
He looks at other suitors. "Aren't you impatient to form an alliance with the monster dominion?"
You touch his shoulder reassuringly. "Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. After all, I need to get to know you."
"I... Your Majesty, I was hoping we would finally get some time alone." His words are audacious, but his intentions don't appear to be lascivious. "There are so many things I would like to share with you, to discuss. And... I can't have my notebook in the water."
His pout is so cute, you have to giggle. "Try to relax. Actually, I want you to relax." You press your body against his, and with one hand, you caress his eyeless face, and with the other you pinch one of his wing feathers.
He blushes. "I'm worried about your safety and the alliance...." As you gently kiss his neck, he melts into your touch.
"Shhh, I know you are. But there is time for work, and there is time for pleasure."
He finally hugs you, pulling you close to his chiseled body. His eyes are now softly glowing, warm and... voracious.
Shar the Naga is quite enjoying the warm environment. He is effortlessly undulating through the water, and — shockingly! — without any cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Your Majesty." He circles around you as terrifying as a crocodile. "Thank you for this. Aside from a library, a bathhouse is truly one of my other favourite places."
"I'm glad to see you so pleased. Your eyes are always glued to your books, so it's hard to get to know you."
He seems puzzled. "They are not always glued to book. I actually look at you quite often."
"Do you now?" You're not sure Shar knows he's flirting with you.
"Most certainly. You are the Queen of the human realm, interested in marrying a monster, no less. You are remarkable and intriguing."
You smile. "You are very interesting, too. And quite knowledgeable."
His reptile smile widens as he stands in front of you, his tail fondling your legs. He likes compliments. "I am. But I'm also an honest naga, and I admit I'm faulty. I lack theory in humans."
"I'm not sure about theory." Your hand slides down his scaly stomach, and you're delighted to feel his long members, excited to be around you. "But I can provide practice."
Ram the Armour is out of their element; they are standing in the corner, as animated as a potted plant. It is quite odd to see a full metal armour inside water, despite it being coated with special wax to stop any damage.
"Are you enjoying yourself like that?"
"I've never had more fun, Your Majesty."
The lack of any kind of features has proven to be an obstacle multiple times during your conversations. But you are convinced Ram is quite a jester. "Really? I witnessed tombstones more lively than you."
Living armour laughs from the depths of their metallic shell. "I truly don't mind just observing. Especially... you."
"Observing won't be enough if you want to rule with me."
Ram seems embarrassed — as much as armour can be. "Of course. But I was created to serve. I can only ever obey you, my Queen."
You come closer to them. "You are good at taking orders, right?"
Your hand finds a hollow between their plates. The same place the strange phallus showed up during the body inspection. And you find it, coiled like a snake, warm and pulsating. Ram whimpers a delightful please, as they take you by the wrist, desperate to keep you there a little bit longer.
You exit the pool to take a breather. This was... fun. More fun than you had with any other human. Your Council will have a stroke when you inform them about this, but... You had no intention to end this evening right now.
