hi! my name is jinx/powder, i’m a lesbian (and taken) and this is just my really horny blog for me and my degenerate thoughts. usually a sub.
this is all fantasy, if you can’t distinguish between that and reality then it’s your problem ngl
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sweet little cunt finds a dildo in their parents room and pounds their pussy with it, only for it to be an exact replica of their dad’s thick veiny cock and fat balls <3
putting themselves in humiliating positions with it because they can’t stop thinking about their dad <3 face down ass up stretching their holes, holding their legs up in the air imagining being put into a mating press, sticking it to a bedroom wall and slam fucking themselves back on it
eventually they can’t help but to moan their dad’s name when their aching cunt gushes all over the replica of their dad’s dick, they can feel every vein and curve so perfectly and it hits all the right spots, like their dad’s dick was made for them <3 they start leaving their door open just for the chance that their dad will walk by and they get the real thing
Warnings!!: tail kink discovery, accidental overstimulation, whimpering top, smug/power-bottom reader, monsterfucking, size difference, cock-drunk giggling, comeplay vibes, no plot just porn, reader is crazy, smut
The mattress was already ruined.
Sweat, precum, everything had soaked through the sheets hours ago, but neither of you cared. Wukula’s hips snapped forward again, brutal and deep, the kind of thrust that punched the air out of your lungs and left your vision sparkling at the edges.
You were folded beneath him in the filthiest missionary variation possible, knees shoved up toward your shoulders, ankles locked behind the small of his back, heels digging into the base of his tail every time he bottomed out. Your arms were thrown over his shoulders, nails scraping uselessly at sweat-slick scales that refused to give.
“Fuuuck—Wukula—” Your voice cracked into something embarrassingly high and slurry. “S’too deep—s’too—hah—”
He didn’t slow down. If anything, the way you babbled made him go harder, tail lashing behind him in sharp, agitated arcs. The thick base of it kept smacking the back of your thighs with every thrust, hot and leathery and alive.
You were gone.
Brain melted, thoughts reduced to bright static and the obscene wet sound of him splitting you open. You couldn’t even clench properly anymore. Just trembling, open, dripping around the fat length dragging against every sensitive spot inside you at once. A stupid, glassy-eyed giggle bubbled out of your throat.
“Feels—feels like you’re in my stomach—” you slurred, head lolling back against the pillow. Another dumb little laugh. “Gonna—gonna cum again—already—”
Wukula growled low, fangs grazing the side of your throat. “Then cum. Again.”
You wanted to. You really did.
But then your legs, shaking, boneless. Slipped just a fraction higher.
Your toes curled tight from the oncoming orgasm.
And the arch of your foot accidentally hooked under the sensitive underside of his tail. Right where it met the base of his spine, and dragged.
One sharp, unintentional scrape.
Wukula’s rhythm shattered.
His hips stuttered once, twice, then slammed in deep and froze.
A sound ripped out of him you had never heard before.
Not a growl.
Not a snarl.
A broken, helpless whimper.
His whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. Cock throbbing violently inside you, pulsing so hard you could feel every ridge catch against your walls. His claws sank into the mattress on either side of your head, shredding fabric. Tail went rigid, then started trembling uncontrollably.
You blinked through the cock-drunk haze.
…Oh?
Oh.
Your mouth curled into a slow, filthy, delighted grin.
“Did I—” you panted, voice still wrecked but suddenly so much smugger, “-did I just find something?”
“Don’t,” he hissed through clenched teeth. Voice strained. Dangerous. “Don’t you fucking dare—”
Too late.
You deliberately flexed your foot again, slow this time. Letting the arch of it drag along that same tender strip of skin beneath his tail.
Wukula’s arms buckled.
He dropped onto his elbows, forehead slamming against your shoulder, a choked moan tearing out of his throat. His hips jerked forward in short, helpless little thrusts.
instinctive, uncoordinated, like he couldn’t decide whether to bury himself deeper or pull out entirely.
“Fuck—fuck—stop—” he growled, but it sounded more like a plea.
You laughed. Breathless, giddy, mean.
“Make me.”
You hooked your ankles tighter, heels pressing right against that spot again, rubbing in tiny circles.
Wukula’s whole body shuddered violently.
His cock kicked hard inside you. Once, twice. Then he was coming, sudden and messy and unplanned, flooding you with heat while broken whimpers spilled against your neck. He tried to snarl through it, tried to keep some semblance of control, but every drag of your heel against his tail just wrung another pathetic sound out of him.
You clenched around him on purpose.
Milked him through it.
When the last tremor finally left him, he was panting against your throat like he’d run ten miles. Tail still twitching. Cock still twitching inside you. Whole body trembling with aftershocks.
You tilted your head, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“Wukula,” you whispered, voice syrupy with satisfaction, “I just found my new toy.”
Wukula growled. Weak, embarrassed, still wrecked.
You giggled again, softer this time.
Then you deliberately dragged your toes along his tail one more time, just to see how many more of those sweet, broken noises you could pull out of him before he pinned you down and tried to fuck the smugness right back out of you.
pov: you take care of Jake when he’s exhausted and stressed ♡
Jake looks spent as you watch him tread through the central clearing, his shoulders sloping. He’s been out from dawn to dusk for days now, taking care of issues involving the sky people. Unrest rippled through the clan as word spread of them spotted again far in the west, the smell in the air thick with anxiety.
You can only imagine what Jake’s dealing with as you chew your food with concern, watching him slump down across the way. His head falls back against the wall as he closes his eyes, breathing through his nose deeply. He has a few nips and cuts peppered across his face and body. You want so badly to go and embrace him, kiss him all over and make him feel better. But he’s stressed and needs space. He told you that after he returned that first day, kissing you deeply before disappearing to his hut. It hurt like a punch to the gut, but you respected him.
The sky fades from pink to indigo and the flames of the home tree fire lick at the air, warming the clearing. Most Na’vi have disappeared for the night. The current situation meant it’d been a lot quieter in the evenings with people preferring to turn in earlier.
You converse lowly with your friend, braiding her hair when you look over and meet Jake’s gaze. He offers you a tired smile, and you return it. He lifts a hand and beckons you over with a curl of his finger, sending butterflies to your stomach. You quickly finish your friends braid and hug her shoulders before standing and making your way over to Jake.
“Hey,” you cross your legs as you dip to sit beside him.
“Hey,” he echoes.
Up close, you see his skin is slightly smudged with the remainder of the war paint he couldn’t get off. You reach up to wipe at his cheek with your thumb. His amber eyes are heavy as he watches you with intent, his ears hanging low. He takes your hand in his, kissing the inside of your palm gently.
“Missed you,” he says, his voice a deep rumble in his chest.
You smile, eyes exploring his face. “I missed you too.”
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Despite how exhausted he is, his hands ravish you back at his hut like he’s hungry for a meal he hasn’t had for days. He grabs your ass cheeks between both hands, spreading them as he lifts you up onto the table with ease and you feel his hardness pressing into you. He engulfs your waist in his big arms, kissing underneath your jaw and down your neck as you sigh out in relief, his touch like medicine healing the emptiness of the last few days.
“M’sorry babygirl,” he muffles between mouthfuls. “Haven’t been givin’ you the attention you deserve.”
“Jake, stop,” you place your hands on his chest and push him away gently, large eyes meeting his tired ones. “You’ve been dealing with a lot. A lot. The last thing you should be thinking about is me. I understand. I see you.”
He slips his hand behind your neck, his eyes resting on your lips. “Still always on my mind gorgeous, despite everything,” he smiles weakly, his eyes crinkling. “I see you.”
His lips take yours again, kissing you with a level of tenderness you hadn’t felt from him before. He moves to lay you back onto the table, but you push him back, surprising him. You hop down gently to stand, grabbing onto both his shoulders as you flip him around so he’s the one against the table. He peers down at you with intrigue, his ears forward.
“Nu-uh, you’ve done enough for me. You need this more,” you mutter, tracing a finger down his lips, down past his chest muscles to his abdomen, feeling his strength there. You push lightly at his stomach, and he leans back to rest on the table, his arms catching him and holding him up.
“Let me take control of you Jake,” you say, barely above a whisper as you get down to your knees, eyes not leaving his. You run your hands softly up and down his striped thighs.
“Shit, baby,” he murmurs as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes.
You start to plant kisses on his thick thighs, moving up to the V line of his lower abs. You see a cut he has there and you take extra care to kiss it as softly as possible. Jake exhales a heavy sigh and his head flops onto his chest, braids falling forward as he watches you.
You turn your attention to his tented loincloth. You untie the sides and peel the material away, his erection bouncing up as it springs free. You stare at it like a kid looking at the ice cream they're about to devour.
He’s huge. You’ve not seen it up this close before. You admire the way his tanhi runs from his abdomen down to the middle of the shaft. How it curves gently upwards, soft blue stripes running along the edges towards the purple tip that glistens in the low lighting. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth softly as you look back up to meet his gaze.
“You’ve been working so hard, ma Jake. It must’ve been tough out there,” you coo, and an expression of discomfort crosses over his face at the memories of the past few days.
You spit a wad onto the head of his cock suddenly, and his breath hitches in his chest.
“I’m gonna take care of you now,” you let him know softly as you place one hand around his tip, the other resting on his thigh, and start to run the spit and pre cum up and down the shaft with slow strokes. “Gonna make you feel really good,” you say with a smirk as you echo his words to you from the tree hollow days ago.
Jake groans out at the relief of your touch, head rolling back between his shoulder blades. You push your hand all the way to the thick base and squeeze, feeling it pulsate in your grip. You bring it back up the length, repeating a few times, watching as his abdomen tenses, his chest rising and falling heavily.
“Such a big boy aren’t you,” you bite your lip as you watch your hand work up and down his cock, picking up the pace slightly.
“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he breathes. His thighs tremble.
You lean forward and place your lips at the tip, sucking on it lightly as your hand carries on pumping, earning you a mix of feral sounds and whimpers from deep within Jake’s throat. You swirl your tongue around it before taking it in deeper. It tastes salty and sweet as a gush of his pre cum fills your mouth with a pulse. You swallow it, peering up at him to catch him watching with fluttering eyes, mouth hanging open in an ‘o’. His arms are shaking slightly now, struggling to hold himself up on the table.
You work relentlessly, taking the length in and out of your throat almost to the base, your hand covering the rest that won’t fit as it follows in sync with your mouth. Sucking and popping sounds fill the quiet night air along with Jake’s guttural groans.
“Fuck, baby, m’close,” Jake gasps with his head back.
At his words you immediately pull it out, grabbing the base and squeezing tightly, holding it still. It pulses in your hand once, twice, three times…four… before it stops. You watch him as he pants and looks down at you with glazed over eyes.
You slip it back in your mouth, immediately back to a quick pace that has his tail thrashing you from the side. You pump until he’s twitching beneath you on the edge again and you stop, cutting off contact once again as you hold the base. A hot glob of cum pumps out onto your chest but you hold tight, stopping his twitching cock from pumping out the rest. It pulses, one, two, three, four, five times… and stops.
“Baby c-can’t.. I can’t take that anymore, need’a cum,” he whimpers with his teeth bared, eyes clenched shut.
“I think you can big boy, once more for me,” you smirk devilishly.
You take it in one more time, sucking like you want to devour it. Spit and cum spills down the sides of your mouth and tears streak your cheeks; you’re a hot mess for him and he loves seeing you like this. He leans forward, cupping the back of your head with his hands, gripping your hair as he starts to pull you back and forth to his liking.
“Thassit princess, jus’ like that. Atta’ girl,” he bites his lip and his head drops, brows furrowed. He bears his teeth in a hiss, his hands pumping you rougher and faster and you know he’s at tipping point. Muffled moans and gags escape you, tears rolling down your face, but you let him use you.
“Goddam, m’gonna fill that sweet mouth’a yours, OH FUCK,” his hips buck and tremble against you as he stifles cries between clenched teeth, spilling hot waves of cum down your throat as he rides his high. You grip onto his thighs tightly as you swallow, trying not to drown and gag, some of it leaking out the sides.
Jake stumbles back onto his elbows on the table, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath, his cock still twitching in your mouth. You slowly release your grip on his thighs, pulling his softening cock out your mouth and taking it in your hand. You run your hand over it for the last few times and kiss the sensitive tip, making him squirm.
He chuckles deeply as he pulls himself back up to a slouch in front of you. He looks like he could sleep for weeks, but he looks content now, less haunted. More like the relaxed Jake you knew. “C’mere,” he murmurs as he pulls you into his warm embrace, and you wrap your arms around his back.
“You did so good fr’me baby,” he purrs into your neck. You stroke his hair softly, and he pulls away enough to face you. His eyes glint with tenderness, his tanhi glowing prettily down his nose and you lean down to kiss it.
“Come on, sleep, you need it,” you say as you pull him towards the hammock, both climbing in. Jake nestles up behind you; his big arm wrapped tightly over your waist. Within mere seconds you hear the hum of his soft snores, before sleep takes over you too.
The door slams open and you scream, quickly scrambling off your boyfriend and yanking the sheets over your naked body. The wetness between your legs drips onto your sheets, arousal banking in place of furious embarrassment.
“Thought I said no boys allowed?”
Your dad’s sardonic tone sounds from the doorway, his hulking figure blocking the hall light. You can’t see his face, the bedside lamp only casting enough light to showcase his slacks and the glint of a belt. His upper body’s cast in shadow, sending a thrill of trepidation down your spine. The mortification sets in deeper and burns you from the inside out.
“Well?” He shifts—stepping forward enough you can now see his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” your boyfriend stammers. “S-she didn’t say t-that—“
Leon clicks his tongue. “Boy, I wasn’t talking to you. As a matter of fact, get the hell out of my house.”
The guy practically jumps from the bed, pulling on his clothes so fast you’re pretty sure his underwear’s on backwards and his shirt’s inside out. As he’s getting dressed, Leon steps further into your room, blue eyes locked onto your face. You and your dad watch as the now ex hightails it out of your room.
Listening until the front door slams shut, you huff and cross your arms—hyper aware of the thin sheet covering your breasts.
“What the fuck, dad? You have never said that I couldn’t have anyone over.”
“Sure, I did.”
He walks over to your bed and sits down on your side, angling his body to face you; his heavy weight sinks the mattress, and your body dips with the motion—making your hip rest against his outer thigh.
“You remember when you were sixteen and started dating? That’s when I said no boys over—unless I’m home that is.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve moved out since then and graduated college,” you glare at him. “I figured it didn’t apply anymore since I’m a grown ass woman.”
Leon laughs, patting your leg through the sheet before leaving it there. “Well, you had to move back in so the same rules apply, cupcake.”
“How is that fair?” You whine, chest burning hot with indignation.
He rubs his palm up and down your leg, trailing it up to your thigh and rubbing you through the thin fabric covering your naked body. Your eyes dart back and forth between his hand and his stubbled face. His lips tick up into a half smile while his hand slips closer to the apex of your thighs. Pure heat blooms in your belly, cunt noticeably empty and aching.
Excitement wars with shame—each taking up equal measure in your thoughts. Your dad has been hugging you tighter and longer than he used to—saying it’s all because he missed out on so much while he was away. But the way he looks at you is far from fatherly affection. The worst part is—you don’t care. You like that your dad sees you as a woman—a woman he wants to treat as more than just a daughter.
“What’re you doing?” You whisper, afraid to break this weird standoff between you two.
“He left you unsatisfied, didn’t he?” His voice a low rumble from his chest, and it sends chills down your arms. “Let daddy take care of his little girl.”
“What?” You breathe out, eyes wide as you watch Leon grip the sheet in his hand and pull it down.
Too stunned to move, you don’t do anything to stop him from uncovering all of you to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck me,” he mutters, so quiet you almost miss it. “Look at my pretty girl.”
His hands splay out across your upper thighs, lightly massaging, before skimming his palms up your belly to cup your breasts from underneath. He jiggles the soft tissue with a groan.
“Got some nice mommy milkers, don’tcha?”
“Shut up, that’s so fucking cringe,” you try to snap, but it morphs into a whine as Leon rubs his thumbs over your peaked nipples.
“Mmm, well you got a nice pair of tits, then. How’s that?” He laughs, plucking your stiff buds between his thumb and forefinger and tugging them towards himself.
Pinching each nipple tighter and tighter until you whimper, he keeps his eyes on your face—watching your every expression.
“Want daddy to fill you up, beautiful?” He murmurs, dipping his head down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth.
“N-no,” you stutter out, eyes rolling back as Leon sucks and bites on your sensitive buds, moving back and forth until your hips writhe from the heat settling deep in your cunt.
“I think you do,” he mumbles into your breasts. “I think only daddy’s dick is gonna fill up that cute little pussy just how she likes.”
Whining, you tangle your hands into his sandy hair—tugging his head closer to your chest. “It’s wrong.”
“I know,” he simpers, pouting his lips around your nipple and turning you on even more. “But it’ll feel so good. And.. it’ll be our little secret.”
“Yeah?” You cave almost instantly, pussy dripping all over your sheets at the thought of your dad stuffing you with his cock.
“Mmhmm, cross my heart,” he pulls away from your puckered nipples to kiss your sternum before licking his way down your body.
“Now, let me taste this needy little pussy before she cries herself out.”
His tongue dips into your belly button, tickling you and making your abdomen twitch under his mouth as he kisses his way to your puffy cunt. Groaning loudly, he open-mouth kisses your mound. Dragging his lips down your slit, he uses his tongue to part your wet folds and laps at your drippy hole.
“So good,” he growls, rubbing his face all over your cunt—smearing your slick across his lips and jaw. “Fuck, gonna have to eat this pussy all the time.”
He smothers his face into your cunt, tongue fucking into your clenching heat. The rasp of his beard burns your skin but makes it that much hotter as he eats you out.
“Dad!” You cry out, hands twisting in the sheets at your side. Arching your hips, you press your cunt harder against his face—listening as he groans.
His hands grip your hips and hold you down, thumbs digging into the bone, and sending more slick to drip out onto his thrusting tongue. You see him grind his hips into your bed, humping the mattress while he licks and slurps your pussy like he can’t get enough.
“Damn, this little cunt’s just gushing,” he sighs out, tongue lapping up the slick oozing from your pussy.
His lips kiss the hood of your clit, rough at first then lightening up with every consequent press of his mouth to your throbbing bud. Sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves, your dad lathes his tongue slowly over it until you’re thrashing and bucking up into his mouth—motion limited with his hands holding you in place.
When your hands pull his hair, he growls, mouth suctioning harder around your clit—sucking and sucking and sucking the pudgy bud until you’re squealing from the wet heat on your delicate nerves. Pushing your head back into the bedding, you squeeze your eyes shut, fighting to keep still even as Leon’s tongue keeps flicking over your clit.
“Dad, s’too much, fuck,” you pant, chest heaving so hard your tits jiggle.
“Hush,” he moves his face back far enough to slap your spit coated cunt.
Whining at the sting only makes him laugh and slap your cunt again, fingertips tapping your clit almost too hard. Hips rocking up, you arch into the air, seeking more contact.
“Can’t stop kissing this sweet little pussy, taste so fucking good,” Leon gently bites your pussy lips before he greedily laps at your hot cunt.
Slipping his tongue inside your wet heat, he moans, eyes shutting as he thrusts his tongue in and out of your pussy. Humming as more slick fills his mouth, the vibrations buzz through your puffy cunt and ramp up your arousal. Rocking his hips into the bed, he buries his tongue inside your pussy again and again, fucking your dripping hole eagerly.
Grinding into his mouth, you drag your wet cunt all over his lower face. “Dad, I’m so close.”
”Then cream my tongue,” he growls, mouthing your slit.
Using his thumbs, he pulls your pussy lips apart, exposing your slick folds to his hungry mouth. Wetly kissing your spread open cunt, he flattens his tongue and laps a broad stripe to your engorged clit. Shifting one hand up, he uses his thumb to pull back the hood of your pudgy bud, kitten licking the bundle of nerves until you’re whimpering and mewling for more.
The slow hot suction on your clit sends slick oozing down your cunt lips. Your dad slips his other thumb into your clenching hole, fingers fanning out to cup under your ass, keeping you in place. Shivering and twitching, your orgasm crashes over your body.
”Dad, dad, dad,” you chant, fingers pulling his hair and your hips bucking up into his face.
Your hole flutters around his thumb, slick gushing from your pussy and coating his hand. He groans and licks your throbbing clit until tears spill from your eyes.
”Please, dad, it’s too much, it hurts,” you whine, legs twisting next to his body.
Letting go with a pop, he sits back on his haunches, quickly unbuttoning and pushing his pants and boxers down to his thighs. His thick, uncut cock bobs up—precum glistening from his slit and dripping down his length. You can’t pull your eyes away, staring as your dad grips his dick and slowly strokes himself.
”Like what you see, sweetheart?” He teases, groaning when he swipes his thumb over the tip.
”Yes,” you bite your bottom lip, squeezing your thighs together as fresh slick drips from your hole.
Letting go of his cock, your dad reaches back over his head and grips his shirt, tugging it up along his scarred back until he can grip the hem. He pulls it completely off, pieces of hair sticking up and making him rake a hand through his fringe. Your mouth fills with saliva, gaze lidding when his bicep flexes with each movement. Sometimes you forget how hot your dad actually is—his scruffy jaw, light eyes, and bulked up physique snagging and keeping your attention.
Widening your legs, you reach down to gently rub your clit—mindful of the zing of too much from your earlier orgasm. Leon quickly finishes undressing, tossing his clothes onto the floor and crawling up your prone body. With his hands boxing in either side of your head, your dad slowly lowers himself down, moaning when his cock drags along your wet slit. You whimper and wrap your legs loosely around his lower back, giving him more room to grind into the wet mess between your thighs.
”Fuck, can’t wait to ream your little hole,” he pants, mouth hovering right above your own. “C’mon, give daddy a kiss.”
Without any warning, he thrusts his tongue past your parted lips, sloppily kissing you. You suck on the slick muscle, mewling into his mouth. He slides his tongue against yours, flicking the tip against the back of your teeth before sucking your tongue into his mouth. It’s a slow back and forth of tongues and spit, Leon settling more of his body weight down onto you as you make out. Sliding your hands along his sides, you trail your fingers up his back until you can grab onto his broad shoulders. He kisses you deeper, mouths barely parting for air—making you dizzy with more than just want. Your dad scrapes his teeth against your plush bottom lip, tongue quickly gliding across to soothe the sting.
”So good,” he rumbles from low in his chest.
Whimpering, you move one of your hands off his shoulder to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck, tugging him down to kiss you again. Slanting your mouth, you push closer—trying to deepen your kiss once more. Leon grunts, rutting his stiff cock against your sopping wet cunt. He pulls away for a breath, placing hot sucking kisses across your throat instead.
”Dad, please.” Tears prick at your waterline, threatening to trail down your cheeks.
”I know,” he coos, all condescending sweetness that goes straight to your clit.
Nipping at the pulse point in your neck, Leon drags his tongue back up to your mouth, tracing across the bow. You loll your tongue out, eager to taste him again. Chuckling, he licks a broad stripe up your tongue—over and over until his spit drips from the tip. Whining, you scrape your nails against his scalp, wordlessly begging him to do more. He ignores you, lapping at your slick muscle as you mewl pitifully up at him—eyes wet and needy as spit pools on your chest.
Finally, he presses his tongue fully to yours, groaning so loud it makes your teeth vibrate. Sloppily kissing you a few more times, Leon shifts his head away, propping his weight up on one arm as he skates his hands down your body. Tipping your head back, you gasp out syllables that might be words, your hands gripping onto him tightly. He grips his cock and slaps the heavy weight down onto your cunt—pussy so wet it makes a plap plap plap on your slick coated mound. Giving himself a few slow strokes, your dad caresses the tip with his thumb—spreading his precum over the head and making it glisten.
”Please,” you mewl, “I want it. Please, daddy.”
He smirks down at you, “Yeah?”
”Uh huh,” your hips twinge with how wide you spread yourself open.
“Then I want my daughter to ride me,” he murmurs, pupils blown and dark.
”Okay, okay, I can do that,” you nod, willing to do almost anything if it means your dad giving you his fat cock.
Legs shaky like a newborn calf, you slide out from under Leon’s bulk and climb on top of his lap. He pats your ass with a grin.
”Look at you,” he laughs, “so eager. So wet for me.”
Not able to help yourself, you lick a line between his pecs, tasting the salt of his skin—his salt and pepper chest hair tickling your lips. He moves one of his hands to grip the back of your neck and yank your face up to his, kissing you messily. His tongue licks past your lips, making spit drip down your chin as slick drips from your cunt. Shifting his hands down, he gropes your ass, slapping one cheek with a sharp crack. You whimper into his mouth and pull back.
“C’mon, baby, you gonna bounce on it or just sit there looking pretty?” He grumbles, both of his hands now loosely guiding your hips to drag your wet slit along his dick.
Grinding down harder, your pussy lips part to sandwich his cock, letting you rub your clit against his uncut tip. You both moan, your toes curling as pleasure zings from the friction on your swollen bud. Moving one of his hands between your bodies, Leon grabs the base of his dick and presses the head at your hole.
”Sit on it,” he nods down to where he’s notched just inside your drippy pussy.
Whimpering, you raise up on your knees just enough that he slides out. You reach down and feel for his hand. He hisses but doesn’t shy away, circling his fingers around the base as you grip his shaft. You ease your self down onto his cock, feeling every inch as you sink further and further until he’s buried completely inside your clenching pussy. Eyelashes clumping from the earlier tears, your eyes flutter while you adjust to being split open on your dad’s dick.
”Slick and tight,” he grunts, hand splaying across your abdomen so his thumb can swipe across your clit. “Gonna bust my load deep in this fertile little pussy.”
”Dad!” You keen, squeezing down on his cock. “Fuck, you can’t say that.”
”Why not?” He raises his eyebrows. “I’m already balls deep in you, anyway. What’s one creampie gonna hurt?”
You shudder, breasts feeling heavy and full. “I don’t know…”
His thumb taps down on your pudgy bud. “Don’t you want it? Wanna feel me breed your sweet cunt until it’s dripping out? It’ll feel so good. I promise.”
”Okay,” you whine, hips rocking slowly—keeping his cock snugly pressed to your front wall, right against your g-spot. “You can cum i-in me.”
”Atta girl,” he croons, lighting up your brain. “I’ll keep you stuffed all night long.”
Deciding you must have adjusted enough, Leon pulls his cock out until just the tip rests inside before thrusting back into your slick heat. The wet squelching from your pussy makes your chest burn hot, but you can barely breathe with how fast and hard your dad pounds his dick into your tight hole. Squealing, you wiggle on his lap, trying to adjust the angle, but his hands keep you held down. Fresh tears bead your eyeline as his cock rubs the spongy spot in your cunt that has you seeing stars.
”That it?” He coos. “That the spot? Who knew my daughter’s pussy would be so easy? Fuck, I bet you’re a squirter.”
””m not,” you slur out, body jostling in his hold with every pump of his hips.
”Wanna be?” He laughs. “Bet I can make that pussy gush. Fucking soak my cock.”
Shaking your head, your nails scrabble at his chest, sinking into his pecs. He growls, fucking you even harder somehow.
”Go ahead, scratch me up,” his eyes are dark in his face. “Like having proof that I fucked a hole so good, she couldn’t help but mark me up.”
”Dad,” you cry out, “fuck, I can’t. You’re gonna make me cum.”
”That’s the point,” he teases, his thumb rubbing tight little circles on your clit. “Got that cute pussy all primed when I licked her, didn’t I, baby?”
”Uh huh,” you mumble, bouncing in his lap, slamming your ass down on his thighs as you chase after his cock with each roll of your hips. “Got me so wet, daddy.”
”Fuck,” he snarls. “I don’t think I can last long.”
”I want it,” you babble. “Want your cum.”
”Got you cockdrunk off of just one taste, huh?” He shifts the hand holding your hip up to your neck, squeezing your throat for a split second. “C’mere and give me a kiss.”
He pulls you down easily, your mouth already open and panting—whining when he kisses you messily. You can’t stop yourself from clenching and shivering, back arched so your dad can fuck you as hard as he wants. Moaning into your mouth, he lets go of your neck to slap your ass. Whimpering, you suck on his tongue, nails scratching red lines into his skin.
Grunting, he slaps your ass again before groping the tender skin. He guides your hips into a faster pace, gripping your ass tightly to make you ride his cock harder.
”Too deep,” you pant against his kiss swollen lips. “Daddy, it’s too deep.”
”What’s too deep?” He muses, eyes wrinkling with his smirk.
”You are,” you whine. “Your cock’s too deep.”
”Where am I too deep? I can’t help if I don’t know.” His voice is laced with amusement, making your clit throb.
”Daddy, you’re too deep in my pussy,” you gasp, eyes rolling back when the head of his cock taps your cervix. “Right there! You’re cock is too deep in my pussy.”
”Aww, am I?” He simpers, making your blood thrum hotly through your body. “I just wanted to give my girl all the kisses she deserves. Don’t you like it when daddy’s cock kisses your womb?”
Hole pulsing around his cock, you mewl and writhe against his body. “I don’t know.”
”Sure you do,” he coos. “C’mon let daddy give you some kisses.”
He slots your mouths together, kissing you while his dick presses into the opening of your womb. You sink into his embrace even more, the slight pain morphing into pleasure that pools low in your belly. It doesn’t take long for your climax to hit you while in this position. Moaning loudly, you buck and twitch, pussy squeezing his dick so hard Leon can’t even thrust inside you anymore.
”There we go. Such a good girl,” his praise makes it that much better. “Keep that up and I’m gonna breed your slippery little cunt.”
His thumb keeps circling your swollen clit and it extends your orgasm until it’s too much. Whimpering, you try to tell him, but Leon only ruts his cock deep into your spasming pussy. Dropping your head into the crook of his neck, you pant wetly skin against his skin. Your dad moves both hands to your ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand and thrusts recklessly up into your pussy.
”Fuck, that’s it, fuck, gonna breed you, get you nice and full, god, gonna knock up my own daughter, fuck, fuck,” he cuts his rambling off with a punched out groan, burying his cock to the hilt inside you.
Hot spurt after spurt of his thick cum coat your inner walls. Whining softly, your burrow your nose into his neck—breathing in hints of his aftershave. Leon’s cock kicks inside your used cunt, balls emptying his load into your pussy until it drips out past his own softening length. Hands skimming up your back, he pets you gently—leaving his cock inside your stuffed hole.
”Mmm, that was a good one,” he chuckles, rubbing across your shoulder blades. “Almost gets me hard again.”
You can’t do anything but hum—brain totally offline in every way. You clench around him and hear Leon moan quietly.
”Keep that up and I probably will get hard,” he mutters to the top of your head, fingertips drawing nonsensical shapes on your skin. “Lets go get a shower.”
”Noo,” you whine petulantly. “Don’t wanna move.”
Leon grins although you can’t see it. “That good, huh? This old man’s still got it.”
”Don’t you ever shut up?” You grouse, lips pressed to his throat.
”You know I don’t.” He pats your shoulder. “C’mon.”
Groaning, you peel yourself off of his chest, wincing at the sweat sticking you together. “Gross.”
He raises one eyebrow at you. “See?”
Rolling your eyes, you shrug. “Whatever.”
Leon slaps your ass and you yelp. “What the hell, dad?!”
”Up and at’em,” he grins. “The slower you are the more I’m gonna spank that fat ass.”
Going hot all over, you unsteadily shift off of him—legs trembling when you stand from the bed. “Okay, okay, I get it.”
Leon climbs off your bed with a low grunt. “Back’s not what it used to be.”
”C’mon, get up already, old man,” you mock.
He glares at you, the furrow in his brow deepening—making your fingers twitch to smooth it out. “I’m not too old to take you over my knee. Although…” his eyes drag down your naked body and his cock twitches against his thigh. “I think we’d both like that a little too much.”
Ducking your head, you avoid his knowing gaze. “Yeah, yeah,” you wave your hand. “Are we taking a shower or what?”
He hums and wraps his hand around your bicep, helping you walk out of your room and to the bathroom. “Oh, don’t worry, daddy’s gonna get you all nice and clean.”
”Perv,” you mutter under your breath.
”And you like it,” he whispers into your ear, breath gusting over the flyaways and tickling you.
Sighing, you go quiet and let your dad lead you into the hall bathroom. It’s actual a cozy affair—much to your surprise. For all his teasing and dirty innuendos, Leon takes his time to bathe you—helping you wash and dry off before doing the same for himself. Now that your legs feel a little less like jello, you follow him back out of the bath. He snags your arm before you can head to your room and pushes you towards the master—towards his room.
“What’re you—“
”How am I gonna snuggle you if you’re in your room?” He quips, ushering you over to the bed as he shuts and locks his door—a habit he’s had your entire life.
Clambering onto the mattress, you tuck yourself under the sheets and watch him as he double checks the window before crawling into bed with you. Reaching over, he pulls you into his arms and rubs your back.
”Goodnight,” you tilt your head back to kiss his chin.
”Night, baby,” he dips down and kisses you softly on the lips. “Wake me up if you need me.”
”I will,” you murmur, snuggling back into his chest.
His steady breathing and warm body lull you to sleep in no time.
he’s so fucking big. that’s the first thing you always think when he’s on top of you like this, straddling your hips, thighs bracketing your waist while his huge body hunches over you, trembling, mouth locked around your nipple like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
he’s so fucking big but he’s shaking. so needy he’s dripping on your stomach, smearing slick across your belly as he jerks himself with one big, desperate fist, moaning into your tits like they’re the ones making him cum.
“fuck—fuck, baby, please,” he gasps, voice muffled, nose smushed against the swell of your breast as he sucks messily at the peak, tongue laving, greedy little licks between slurps that make your toes curl. “need it, need you, gonna—shit—gonna fuckin’ lose it, i can’t—”
you hum low, dragging your fingers through his hair just the way he likes—nails scratching soft, tugging just enough to make him twitch. he whines. literally whines. hips stuttering as he thrusts into his own fist like he’s imagining it’s your pussy clenching around him instead, wet and hot and needy as he is.
“feels good, baby?” you croon, thumb brushing the sweat-damp hair from his forehead, watching him melt like you’re feeding him straight from your chest.
he nods, frenzied, mouth never leaving your tit, slurping around it like he’s starving, like he’s never tasted anything better. every sound he makes is soaked in wet heat—slick spit, labored panting, the obscene slap of his cock against your stomach when his grip slips and he whimpers into your skin.
he’s so messy. so far gone. his chest is heaving and he’s still trying to suck harder, still trying to rut faster, chasing his high like he’s been edged for days and your tits are the only reward he wants.
“just like that,” you whisper, hand cradling the back of his head. “you’re doing so good, baby.”
he lets out the prettiest noise you’ve ever heard. almost a sob. and then he cums, just like that—hips jerking, cock throbbing in his fist, hot ropes painting your stomach and tits and even his own abs as he shudders through it, mouth never leaving your skin, still mouthing at your nipple while he moans and whines and leaks all over both of you.
when it’s over, he collapses forward. still holding your tit in his mouth like a pacifier. you keep stroking his hair. press a kiss to the crown of his head.
Warning: 18+, minors dni! Selected mating/breeding, rough, p in v, masochism, choking, mounting, first time/loss of virginity, belly bulge, cum eating, mating press, mentions of scarification and genital piercings, some use of Y/n, proofread by me, mlw, wlw. I was going for a threesome, but it can be considered a mix of that and cucking wife/spouse. Drug/heat-induced sex. Wax play mixed with stimulating lubricant activated by heat (I don't know how to tag that lol)
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Varang emerges from her dark dwelling once the familiar sounds of the Sky People's flying machines draw near. A smirk curling onto her lips, she follows her people out into the open, beyond the remnants of their hometree. They scatter along the barren, ashen field to greet their new allies as their propellers kick up ash and dry winds. Metal suits walk forward and present boxes of weapons, more than the last shipment, while the man who made this all happen walks toward Varang.
The tsahik's gaze softens into her alluring guise while greeting the man she claimed as hers, "Quaritch."
"Another shipment for ya, baby," Quaritch's southern twang tickles her ears as he chuckles, "Since you folks tend to go through ammo like it's going outta style."
Her posture is approving, gazing over his shoulder to watch her people rummage through the storage containers. When her sharp eyes flick back to the colonel, hunger replaces approval, "Come. I have something to thank you."
Without another word, she takes his hand in hers, pulling him back toward the village. Quaritch grins knowingly, his voice playful, "Thank? I wasn't under the impression you were the thanking type."
"Hm." Her smile is sly, like she knows something he doesn't. She pulls back the flap of her yurt to allow him in first, "But you will thank me for this."
He's admiring her body slowly, pointedly unashamed of his open stare. He makes a show of deciding whether or not to follow, but predictably gives in and ducks his head into her 'cozy' abode.
He lifts a hand to pass through the beaded curtain, his nose immediately crinkling when the scent of something potent invades his nostrils. The colonel can point out a few things he remembers from the last time he was here, such as the incense with a hint of spice, the haunting totems carved from nightmares, and the gentle smoke from the firepit at the center. However, his tail stiffens mid-sway when he takes a deep breath and catches an overpowering aroma that immediately brings saliva to fill his mouth.
A quiet noise echoed in his ears, and as he looked down, he realized he was not alone with Varang as she finally entered the yurt. Another female, clearly Mangkwan, was writhing as if in agony on the floor... completely naked. She was making soft sounds, sighs, and moans that implied she was trying to fight something trying to get out of her, curling in close toward the lit fire in the center of the room. The aroma he smelt earlier fills his nose again as she rubs her thighs together like she was relieving a deep ache. The source of the scent.
"Who's this?" He asks.
Varang stands off to the side, inspecting the colonel with eyes glowing from the fire while she extends her arm out to your direction as if presenting a meal to him, "She is Y/n. One of my most strongest of females, and she is in need of your help."
Quaritch's eyes inspect you thoroughly, a mess of limbs as you writhe on top of Varang's furs, making some noises that sound like an injured animal. Varang clearly has you high on one of her various concoctions of aphrodisiacs, the pupils of your eyes blown wide until the irises are just thin rings. Your panting fills the room, along with the crackling of the fire, your breasts rising and falling with each desperate gulp of air like a bitch in heat.
Once that last particular thought crosses his mind, Quaritch's eyes narrow, flicking back to Varang, where she can see a growing suspicion in his gaze. Her eyes gleam with mischief, swaying her sultry hips as she moves around her yurt, removing her twin blades from her back and setting them aside.
"We do not breed weakness. Only strength. My people do not mate unless I allow it," she explains to the demon, flashing a smile at him from over her shoulder, "Mangkwan children will only be born from two strong parents. Until then, my people prove themselves to me. They hunt, they kill, and only when I am satisfied, they can finally be allowed to breed."
She moves to a bowl nestled close to the fire just at your feet. Cupping it in one hand, she dips her fingers into the contents, pulling them back out to reveal a honey-like substance. Varang marvels at the sticky residue on her fingers, hardly looking away from it as she kneels beside her female warrior, intently watching as she angles the bowl and lets the substance drip out onto your abdomen.
The groan that leaves your throat sparks a sudden hunger in Quaritch's belly, his cock twitching with interest beneath his pants. He watches as you spread your knees further apart, arching your back to allow whatever Varang dripped on you to slide down, slowly, moving like molasses until it mixes in with the slick of your dripping cunt. Once it meets your clit, your hips try to catch onto any form of friction, humping the air while Varang grins like a cat that got the cream. The tsahik draws closer to you.
"Y/n and her family have served me well. Her brother was one of my divers who readily gave his life for our cause. His sacrifice brought my attention to his sister."
Her red hand traces your jaw and runs down your neck, your flesh rising with small bumps that flicker a thin smile on her face, her eyes transfixed on your movements, "Y/n was eager to show her worth, bringing me six Tlalim kuru braids in our last raid. She has finally proven to me that she is ready to mate."
Quaritch watches Varang dip down, swiftly pulling you into a rough kiss, grasping your bottom lip with her fangs and biting down until she draws blood. Your hips jolt from the sting, raising them high in the air, which ensures the Recom gets a nice waft of your arousal.
Her hand continues down your body, past your chest, your ribs, until she finds the sticky residue on your stomach. Quaritch couldn't help but be transfixed on the sight, watching Varang spread the substance over her fingers and then dip down to push it deep into your cunt.
Your response was immediate, moaning into her mouth while your hands twitched at your sides, debating on where to hold onto. Your tsahik pumps her fingers in and out for several moments, until she feels more than just her thick concoction slicking up her hand.
Varang finally releases your lip, her teeth stained with blood as she tilts her head in Quaritch's direction, flashing that bloodstained smile with giddiness, "And who better to breed her than the sky man who taught us how to make thunder?"
Silence fills the room apart from your labored breaths and the crackling of the fire. Quaritch eyes his woman down with feigned surprise, genuinely impressed, "You folks are into some kinky shit."
"I will give you permission to mate her, Quaritch. All night long," her wispy little giggle fills the thick air, "Pay no mind if she grows limp. The senses can get overwhelming to a female in heat."
Nonplussed, he gazes between you and Varang, "What makes you think I'd be interested?"
Her sharp eyes not-so-subtly flick down to the obvious tent in his crotch before slowly moving back up his body, "Intuition."
Damn. Got 'im there.
His chuckle is a bit breathy already, unable to help it. The scent coming off you was beginning to affect him like one of Varang's drugs. Not one to turn down such a tempting offer, he moves his hands down to unbuckle the belt in his pants, allowing them to drop to his ankles. Varang grins approvingly as her gaze rakes over his form, her tail swaying behind her with interest. Best not to keep the tsahik waiting, Quaritch finishes undressing completely before he crouches down until he's hovering over you and leaning his face into Varang's space.
The malevolent tsahik pulls her hand out of your cunt at this point, causing you to whine from the ache of being empty once more. She brings her fingers to Quaritch's lips, making him taste you. His ears and tail twitch simultaneously from the burst of flavor that pricks his tongue, the taste tangy and sharp, like a juicy, bloody steak. It's strange but not unpleasant, chalking it up to the carnivorous diet of the Mangkwan and the outside substance that mixes with your slick.
Quaritch licks around Varang's fingers to oblige her before pulling away, "Any rules?"
"Only one," she reaches around his head and makes a point to grip the base of his kuru tightly, emphasizing with a faint snarl, "You are not allowed to make tsaheylu. This pleasure is for breeding only."
"Whatever you say, cupcake."
In the midst of your daze, you're faintly aware of large, alien hands gripping your thighs and using untameable strength to slide you down, bringing you closer to the large mass of heat that looms over you, the air in between suffocating. The same hands push your thighs until they part beneath the weight, going as far as to press your knees so close to your shoulders and leaving the most intimate parts of your body exposed. Shivers run down your spine as the undeniable length of Quaritch's cock presses down against your cunt, grinding up and down a few times to spread your natural lube along its underside.
Quaritch's breath stutters for a moment, not expecting your heat to feel so warm, sparking desire to quickly ignite his arousal further. The honey-like substance that pooled down to your cunt was warm, just barely on the cusp of too hot, likely activated by the fire. Once he focuses on it, he can feel it start to tingle, adding more friction and pleasure between the two of you. Oh, the Mangkwan are definitely kinky.
Knowing there are no limits besides the bond, he doesn't bother containing himself or holding back. Gripping his girth in one hand, he pumps up and down a few times before looking down to lead the tip to where the tingling substance disappears inside you, catching against your entrance. Without ceremony, Quaritch snaps his hips forward and plunges deep inside your depths.
"Ngh-!" You cry out, immediately tensing around him, your body trying to fight back and push him out when pain erupts below your hips. The stretch burns white-hot, keeping you tense without taking a breath. He doesn't hesitate to grind down to fit himself deeper, immediately bumping up against the spongy entrance to your cervix. He fits in every crevice, almost digging in, molding your body around his cock's shape and leaving your thighs shaking around his cradled hips.
"Jesus--" Quaritch exhales sharply, bowing his head until his chin almost touches his chest as he tries to focus, "She's so tight."
"Well, of course," Varang grins, her pupils dilated as she carefully observes the joined pair, "She has never been bred before, and you are not made like any Ash men, Quaritch."
He groans at the boost to his ego, continuously grinding his pelvis right up against your clit, the friction beginning to soothe the burn inside you. Varang's hand moves down until she reaches your breast, pulling one of the nipples taut, and to a point, her expression pleased from the way your back arches to push your chest further into her touch.
"I did not properly prepare her for your size, but she had begged me to keep it that way. She wanted it to burn."
The word echoes in his ear until he can't take it any longer. He pulls all the way out of your cunt, and then slams back in, growling deep in his chest when you clench around him again. Your cries grow louder, eyes hazy and barely peeking out beneath your lids as you writhe beneath him, unsure if the feeling is too much or not enough once he starts to find his desired pace.
Plap, plap, plap.
Sounds of sweat and skin slapping together fill Quaritch's ears as his quick and steady rhythm has him rising up and grinding down on top of you, his fingers curling roughly into the furs on either side of your head while heat narrows down to one point deep in his abdomen. The colonel looks down to where he's fucking into you, enthralled as your cream and the amber-colored substance fills the room with the most obscene sounds of sticky slick each time his cock disappears between your puffy lips. It clings to his pelvis and thighs in thick strings every time he draws back, leaving the scene before him downright filthy.
"Many of our men try to make up for their size with bone," Varang absently explains while leaning down to pull your neglected nipple into her mouth, the threat of her fangs causing your hips to jolt, meeting Quaritch's mid-thrust and leaving you both moaning simultaneously.
Varang preens from your shared reactions as she licks over your nipple and presses her cheek to your tit, peering up at Quaritch while her voice drops to something akin to sweet and sultry, "They smooth the bone and pierce it into their flesh, made to leave more pleasurable ridges."
She giggles sadistically, the vibrations reverberating against your nipple, "You would not believe how often the piercing gets stuck inside the female, forcing the mates to stay intertwined for endless time or until they eventually have to come to me for help. I make sure not to let the process of separating them be painless. It is the consequences of their foolishness. At the very least, it ensures that the female is properly bred."
It shouldn't be so seductive, but this was Varang talking, and Quaritch hadn't realized his thrusts were beginning to pick up speed. You whine each time he thrusts back in, bullying his way into your cunt with possessiveness similar to a male in rut.
The Mangkwan tsahik hums with approval, leaning up to bite at his ear, letting her warm breath go down his neck, "But you do not need such trivial objects to pleasure a woman, do you? My sky man. He does not need anything because there is nothing to make up for."
The sudden impact of his hips against yours sends you keening, the barbed tip of his cock beginning to zero in on the little entrance of your cervix, precum soothing the sting. A guttural noise escapes your throat, your hands beginning to claw at whatever you can reach: his hands, his forearms, until they settle on scratching down his abs. Tears prick your gold eyes, smearing the ash paint around them
Quaritch is ramming into you now. Plapplapplap--
Beads of sweat collect in his frown lines, his tanhì flashing bright in tandem with his thrusts, growing faster and faster, ripples and heat running up your stomach in response, elicting soft howls from your lips. Instinct that he didn't know he had told him to stop his pace for a moment to just simply grind down, gritting his teeth as he feels the sensitive tip of his cock incessantly rubbing against the roof of your cervix, the small opening now softened and a bit wider with the help of his precum.
Gritting his teeth together, the colonel's lips pull back in a deep snarl, "Need to flip 'er over."
Delight sparks Varang's expression, quickly sitting back and admiring her strong man pulling out of your sopping pussy and harshly flipping you over onto your stomach. You make a startled noise before it's cut off by the male pressing you down into the furs with his full weight, his chest rubbing against your back while his muscled arm wraps around your throat and pillows your head in the crook of it. You cough from the pressure on your neck, only to quickly forget it when his cock slides back inside you, eyes rolling back into your head as he mounts you.
He's not deterred by your screaming, knowing how much you like this angle from the way you squeeze him with each thrust. However, it is starting to ring in his ears, so he tightens his arm around your neck, his cock twitching as you wheeze and choke. His free hand roams down and slides under you, finding your stomach.
Ears pinning back, Quaritch presses his forehead hard against your shoulder blade, "Shit--"
Beneath his fingertips is your skin, roughened by a harsh life of ash and scarification. But underneath that, he can feel it. His cock can be felt sliding in and out of you, forming a bulge to mark how deep he is inside you. The colonel can't help but press his hand against it, groaning loudly when it only adds more pressure.
The pressure leaves you crying and clawing all over his forearm, desperate for some sort of reprieve. Sounds of your pussy squelching as he pistons in and out fill your ears, your walls like suctions trying to pull his cock in further and further. You tail loops around his arm that's pressed against your tummy, breath leaving your lungs as he digs in his knees and drills into you like he's the one in heat.
Varang tilts her head while watching, mischief and sadistic delight all over her face. She leans down close to your face, her thumb brushing a bead of sweat that almost fell into your eye.
"Oeyä tsamsiyu," [my warrior] she coos callously, "Do you wish for him to breed you?"
You cry and hiss, trying to push your rear back against the man pinning you down, "Yes, tsahik. Please let him fill me."
She bites back a grin, "You will continue to serve me?"
"Yes, tsahik, until your fire consumes me." A sharp gasp is punched out of you when Quaritch thrusts particularly hard to a point he pushes you forward, your breasts grazing the ticklish furs beneath you as you jolt. You're panting for breath, practically rambling in your desperation, "I will bear you more strong warriors and hunters. They will feed your flames for all time."
Your vow thrills her immensely, cupping your face in her hand with reverence, "Such devotion should be rewarded."
You whimper with relief, your face burrowing into Quaritch's arm once Varang lets you go. There's a different kind of pressure building deep inside you, ready to burst and run down like hot magma. Quaritch grinds his teeth together, trying to concentrate, his balls tightening up with the threat of release.
Varang's voice suddenly sounds loud in his ear while her hot breath pricks his skin, "Breed her, Quaritch. And do not stop until every drop is seeded inside her."
There's a roar bellowing in his chest, unable to contain it as his orgasm finally washes over him, breaking out into a fresh sheen of sweat, unable to stop his hips from continuously pumping you full of his cum. It flows into your womb in small pulses of thick ropes, flooding your insides and your senses. It's a rush that manages to push you over the edge as well, clawing at the ground while your pussy clamps down around his twitching cock, keeping him locked inside while every inch of your body shakes in ecstasy, your juices running down both of your and Quaritch's thighs.
Quaritch continues to growl and thrust, both a little sluggish and half-assed now, drawing out the high and the exhaustion. He doesn't stop until you've ridden all the way through your orgasm and grow limp beneath him, your walls finally relaxing to the point he can finally pull out. Your body releases him, and he unceremoniously lets go of your unconscious form, falling to his side, panting for breath, his cock spent between his muscled thighs. Every inch of him is covered in sweat, dampening his hair while he sits up on his elbow.
Varang shuffles down your body, a low hum of approval vibrating in her chest as she finds your used cunt trying to push out white droplets of your breeder's cum, her fingers finding their way back inside you to ensure none of it goes to waste. The sight before her is erotic, to say the least. You, passed out on your stomach, curled into the furs, while Quaritch is still trying to calm his racing heartbeat, chuckling whenever he gets an ounce of oxygen. Varang rubs her own thighs together to relieve some of her own ache.
He wheezes out one of those signature chuckles when he catches her looking at him, "All night long, huh?"
"Yes."
His grin is feral yet exhausted, "I'm gonna need a small respite before the second round."
"Well, then, you can make yourself useful by lying down," Varang swiftly moves until she's straddling his chest, pushing him onto his back without waiting for a reply, her eyes bore a hunger that would make many people think she was out for blood, not for relief, "I will ride your face for my own pleasure until you are ready to flood Y/n with your seed once more."
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A/n: It's been a while! I'm hopeful in keeping this blog alive with Fire & Ash out now. I haven't played From the Ashes yet, but I'm excited to!
i'm busy thinking about boyfriend TIM DRAKE helping a hopelessly restless girlfriend study by rewarding her with his fingers every time she gets a question right...
mhmm.
"c'mon, baby," he coos into your ear, lips pressing a chaste to the skin underneath the shell of your ear, "you know the answer to this one."
his free hand taps on the screen of your laptop expectantly; the question, 'what is an operating system?' glowing mockingly against your face. tim's busy hand works tirelessly against your clit-- rubbing, circling-- pinching, every time you get a question wrong.
"i- i don't know," you stutter out, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he presses the pad of one of his fingers to your clit hard.
his movements cease, before a soft smack! echoes throughout tim's bedroom. muffled by your panties, the spank tim delivered to your throbbing cunt sounded nothing short of filthy.
"yes you do." he says plainly, removing his hand entirely from your underwear, only to greedily shove his soaked fingers into his mouth. he hums at the taste of your arousal, turning his head to look at you through thick, dark lashes. "tell me."
you wrack your brain for an answer-- really, really trying to ignore how fucked out your boyfriend looks just from getting a lick of your slick from his fingers. "a software system; it manages, the... hardware n' software resources."
your babbling seems to have pleased tim (never mind how basic your answer had been)-- as his hand dives straight back into your needy pussy. he nods, grinning, "good job, baby-- told you you knew the answer, my smart girl,"
his praises send shocks to your core-- pussy clenching around nothing. you whine, bucking your hips at an attempt to get tim's slender fingers inside you. he teases you, fingers dipping in and out, barely past where you need them the most.
"next question," he hums, clicking something on your laptop; a new question appears, and you're already internally groaning. "what is inheritance? c'mon, this is intro stuff, s'easy," he coaxes, pressing another sloppy kiss to your jaw.
"god-- s'like, the child class can inherit behaviours n' shit from-- fuuuuuck!" tim cuts your answer in half, suddenly going knuckles deep inside you. you feel his fingers curl almost immediately, and your head lolls backwards onto your boyfriend's shoulder. dipping his head low to kiss the newly-exposed skin of your throat, tim hums.
"that's good, you're on the right track," his tongue darts out to lick the salty flesh of your neck, before he whispers, "keep goin',"
tim's adamant in his movements, fingers unrelenting as they press insistently upon your g-spot. "the d-derived can inherit behaviours from pre-existing parent classes," you gasp out, hips rocking against his hand, craving more friction, "it promotes code re-use--shiit!-- right?"
tim's free palm that had been resting on your laptop suddenly moves to grope your tit-- squeezing and molding the fat in his hands, tim grins against your neck. "good job, sweets," he purrs. "see? i knew you could study," tim swallows, fingers pulsing in and out of you with a purpose.
"you jus' needed the right motivation."
PLUVOiA '25 ® - masterlist
loren's thots: "nobody caaaaares about tim drake" i do have u SEEN johann fitch???
Butch enby again. I would love to be an ineffectual knight conquered by you.
My knighthood was more a political prop than a position I earned through proving myself. Sure I was decently strong and could handle my halberd well enough to get by, but the closest thing to combat I ever saw was tournaments (which were mostly theater with dulled weapons). No, my duty was merely to hold a position of rank to make my noble family look better. Be trotted out for parades and look handsome in glimmering armor that would never see battle.
But rumors have reached the castle: a barbarian horde is cutting through our armies as if they were paper, marching directly to us. My nervousness is not only in the fact I may actually have to fight, but with the tales of how you "conquer" your enemies and add them to your massive harem. Some say you use some mind control magic, others that your cock is so superior that it instantly converts anyone you fuck.
Either way, I couldn't fight the wetness that dripped from my cunt at the thought as you breach our defenses. Most of the knights have fled or been captured already, so I'm left as the last defense for the royal family. As you approach, you laugh at such a pitiful excuse for a knight. I try to hide my intimidation (and conflicted arousal) by your towering, superior, battle-hardened warrior physique. As an attempt to preserve my honor, I challenge you to single combat with the condition that if I win you and your army will leave. You accept of course because you know you'll win and graciously add me to your harem. You catch my thighs pressing together when you mention that and the duel begins.
You don't defeat me immediately even though you could easily. You let me think I have a chance, let me have a few near misses to give me a spark of hope before snatching it away. You disarm me and wrestle me to the ground, knocking off my helmet in the process. Your warriors cheer at my defeat as you pin me ass up, face down.
My face burns in a mix humiliation, indignation, and arousal as I feel your hard bulge against my ass. You mock me for thinking I could beat you as you yank off the armor at my hips and pull down my pants to expose my hot dripping pussy. You tell me my fertile cunt knows what it's meant for even if I try to deny it. I plead for you to stop as I feel the head of your massive bitch breaker press to my leaking hole. It's too big. You assure me that it always fits as you sink into my tight cunt. I've never been so full, so stretched like this. My cries turn to ones of pleasure as your thick cock slams into me, the head ramming into my cervix, your heavy balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. You compliment my "birthing hips" and tell me how good I'll look when my soft belly is swollen with your bastards.
I can't help but cum, again and again, as your perfect cock breaks me into a cockdrunk slut. I cum one final time as you claim my womb, filling it to overflowing with your thick potent seed.
You pull out and, still rock hard, stroll leisurely into the great hall to breed the queen and princesses I once served.
Perhaps you'll be gracious enough to let me hold your sword as I kneel by your throne. Letting me take turns with the former queen and princesses worshipping your cock, our round heavy stomachs both a threat and promise to anyone foolish enough to stand against you.
~⚔️
(Sorry if this is too long. I got a bit carried away)
This is so perfect, I can't think of anything to add. I keep rereading it and fantasizing about your fertile butch cunt and birthing hips. About you on your knees, knocked-up and blushing, waiting for your turn with my bitchbreaker...
(this is for the people asking for fluffier things. My first submission so I hope you enjoy! I love this page by the way!)
It’s dark in the basement bedroom you and your boyfriend share. Youre still tired, and shift a bit, trying to fall back asleep, but a wandering hand causes your eyes to flutter open. Smirking, you roll over to face your boyfriend, and smile at him. “You’re always so handsy in the mornings,” you murmur, your voice still quiet and sleep-filled.
He smiles and kisses you. “I know you like being woken up this way,” he purs. Sighing contentedly, you nod and kiss him back as his hand pushes your shirt up and kneads your breasts, making you moan. You feel him smirk against your lips, and you smile back. You’re so happy with him, and he plays into all of your kinks. You love it.
He pushes himself up and half pins you under him, one hand roving from your breast down to the hem of your shirts. You arch your back in anticipation as he stuffs his fingers into you, gently messaging your clit. Soon, you start whimpering and panting, writhing against his touch. “Oh, look at you. So eager,” he groans against your ear, and you moan his name, spurring him on. “You make me so hard,” he continues as your orgasm builds. You can’t control the noises coming out of you. You’re whimpering and shaking as your abdomen tightens, your eyes glazing over as you lock eyes with him until finally, you explode, digging your nails into his broad shoulders. “That’s it,” he purrs, continuing to finger you. “That’s a good little pet.”
As you come down from the high he’s just given you, he kisses you deeply, and sweetly before helping you undress. Usually you get time to pleasure him by taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue over his hot, hard member, but he’s too eager this morning. He obviously wants to be inside of you, and You’re fine with that. You cum even harder when he’s pumping himself into you.
As soon as you’re naked, the two of you are scrambling to get his clothes off. He strokes his cock for good measure, but as he kneels in front of you, he’s already leaking precum, and fully erect. You’re wet from being played with already, but even wetter now that you’re watching him become primal, ready to take you. You spread your legs, preparing yourself whilst he gets a condom, but he doesn’t grab one this time. Instead, he presses your legs further apart, and lines himself up with your entrance. You can feel the hot head of his cock just barely pressing into you, and you want to feel it all the way inside of you. You moan, but stay still, knowing his rule.
“Babe, what about a condom?” You ask, nearly breathless.
He slides his large hands up your inner thighs, and you shiver. “I’ve been thinking about your kink,” he says.
“It’s just a kink,” you interject, slightly panicked, but he silences you by pressing himself inside of you, bare, a few more inches. You gasp. “W-we’re not ready–”
He suddenly slams the rest of himself inside of you, and you scream. It feels so good. You’ve never felt him bare before,and your toes curl. He slowly starts sliding in and out of you, kissing your neck. “I know you want to be pregnant. You’ve told me.” He keeps his tortorously slow pace, and you moan, your eyes rolling back. He slides his hand over your stomach. “You went my children growing inside of you, your tits leaking with milk so as they grow you can feed them.” He starts to speed up, and your moans can’t be contained. He’s really going to do this. He’s going to knock you up. Instinctually, you lock his hips against yours with your legs. “Good girl. Do you want to feel your master’s cock unload inside your fertile womb?”
“Yes,” you moan. There’s no going back. You’re too far gone. “Put a baby in my womb. Please,” you grind your hips up to meet his. “Breed me.”
He groans, and grabs your chin, making you look him in the eyes. “There’s no going back after this,” he groans. His thrusts are steady, and his voice stern. You’re putty under him, moaning and writhing, gripping his shoulders. “I’m going to make sure you’re pregnant,” he growls, picking up the pace. “I’m going to fuck you again and again until you miss your next period.”
“Yes,” you whimper, watching him and in down at you. He licks a stripe between your breasts.
“I’m marking you in the best ways possible. Everyone will know.” He lifted your legs higher, and slammed into you harder, making your breasts sway and your breath hitch. “I’ll breed you,” he snarled. “Over. And over. And over.” His thrusts punctuated every pause, until finally, he stilled. His cock twitched inside of you, sending you over the edge. You cried out, and your Pussy spasmed greedily around his member. “Good girl,” he moaned as his cock spasmed for the sixth and final time.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he grinned down at you, and withdrew his cock with a wet pop. You felt his seed slowly run between your thighs and onto the sheets. It was a delicious feeling. You hummed contently and pulled him to you, kissing him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, and pulled back with a grin. “I can’t wait to see you become a mother.” His hand circled your flat stomach. “Watch you grow bigger.” He chuckled and you blushed.
“Are you really going to breed me over and over?” You asked innocently.
He pulled you to his chest, and whispered. “As many times as your body can take it.”
I've noticed in a lot of video clips that when cocks are cumming inside a pussy, sometimes they're only doing it with just the tip in or barely the full length.
This is wrong.
When you cum, you're supposed to shove in as deeply as you can. When you feel that change in your genitals/pelvis that tells you your orgasm is close you start shoving in and grinding. Take smaller strokes in and out of their pussy, pushing your pelvis up against theirs. Let your scrotum rest up against them and tell yourself to let go, to cum freely. Don't resist.
When you finally feel it happening and you know you're about to shoot push in as hard as you can. Don't worry about feeling any resistance. That might just be their cervix. Release right up against it and hold your body in place while your cock flexes and spurts, emptying yourself inside them.
If you feel them pushing back or squeezing your cock out that might be them cumming also! Resist and stay inside.
After you finish each throb and spurt, stay inside. Hold your tip in deeply. If you feel a secondary throb that seems alien to you that's just their cervix opening and closing, sucking up all your sperm that you've just released deeply in their pussy. You've done it exactly right.
Keep like that for awhile and don't pull out until you're starting to go soft. Keep them filled up and plugged. If you feel resistance as if there's something still pulling on your cock then it's not time to pull out yet. Until everything releases and relaxes you're still inseminating them.
Finally when things are relaxed and you're ready to come out, slide out gently and push their hips up. You don't want all that sperm you just unloaded inside them to go to waste. Don't let it drip out.
Eventually it will come out after they get up and start coming down from being filled up with your cock and cum.
If you've done everything here you've cummed in them correctly. Don't half ass it. Be committed when you ejaculate.
With any luck they'll have a positive test in a few weeks. If not, then you know what to do to try again.
a lesbian is drinking with her male best friend at her place.
they start teasing each other and wrestling playfully, and then, as a joke, he bends her over across his lap and spanks her a few times, through clothes of course, as they both laugh about it.
they both get a strange feeling about it though. they've known each other for so long and have always felt comfortable with physical contact and doing silly things together; there was no reason for this to have crossed any line. there was no such intent behind it, of course. and yet here they are, in this position, still in a playful mood, still just good friends - she has a girlfriend, he's been talking to a girl he likes, they've never considered each other as anything resembling a potential date or hookup - but this strange feeling, hard to define, not nearly alarming enough to give either of them a pause, compells them to stay like this and keep going.
he gives her ass a few more firm slaps. she's laughing still, but it starts to kind of sound like moans, and she can feel blood rushing to her face, already flushed from the alcohol.
he keeps spanking her, hard, and she keeps whimpering and giggling about it, but they feel like this just isn't cutting it, not with the layers of fabric softening the blows. their inhibitions lowered, neither of them questions his next move - pulling her pants and underwear down, exposing her bare ass.
now, there's nothing to weaken the force of his open palm against her flesh. the next smack is loud and startles them both, and she squeals in pain and surprise. it leaves a red mark on her buttock.
still nothing to ruin their mood, though. it just seems like a good idea to keep doing this.
another smack, then another. there's a hardness growing in his pants despite the alcohol, but she barely notices that, or how the intense tingling sensation spreads through her entire body with each surge of pain. she can barely think, really, it all happens on impulse, that bond between them somehow making it all so innocuous still. all that matters is that it's just so fun and so silly. that it just hurts so good.
she clumsily slides her jeans and underwear down completely, kicks them away, then settles back on his lap as before, chuckling to herself. she's so tough, she's taking it so well! her ass is red and stinging, but she can take it, of course she can. and of course they should keep going.
even as the spanking that follows is relentless, accompanied by his gasps of exertion, each hit stinging more than the one before it. there are tears welling up in her eyes, which she's glad he can't see, though the whimpers she can't hold back are a dead giveaway what intense sensations she's experiencing.
she doesn't know if this is still funny, and it hurts so bad that it's hard for her to hold back the urge to just start sobbing; yet there is some strange simple comfort in knowing he will keep going until she physically gets away from him. and maybe even then he'll grab her and keep spanking her, though she's too dizzy to think that far ahead. right now, there is exists nothing else in this world but her humiliating position and the firm hand smacking her fat backside again and again and again and again.
so of course she doesn't notice until it's too late that all the shocks sent through her body from that sharp point of contact have been pooling in her as warm heavy tingling, not alleviated by her crying out but instead strengthened by it.
the pressure reaches its peak, her taut body spasms without warning, back arching and ass shooting upwards as her legs snap straight-
psssh....ssssquirtshhhh~...
her mind goes completely blank, pain and pleasure twist into one, and for what to her seems like an eternity she is stuck in this electrified ecstasy, orgasming violently while her cunt gushes like a hose all over the floor and her friend's legs.
the sound that leaves her drooling mouth would be embarrassing if she could tell where she was or who she was - a low, guttural moan, as if her braindead body's yelling out in surprise at being deprived of its control center.
she just came from being spanked. she didn't know that could happen, let alone that she could do it, let alone like this.
a few more spurts follow, a few aftershocks, before her legs give out, and she falls back onto her friend's lap.
for the next few moments, only her strained breathing can be heard. they don't have to say anything right now, though. they are both thinking the same thing.
he's going to smack her sore wobbly ass some more, he's going to force her to lick up the mess she's made, she's going to gladly take care of how riled up she's got him by letting him fuck her mouth until he cums down her throat, and then he's going to fingerfuck her greedy lesbian pussy until he's positive he's wrung out all the tearful dykegasms out of her.
That creepy best friend who is absolutely obsessed with you, learning everything there is to know about you, learning your entire schedule and knows exactly what you are doing at all times. My obsession for you just continues to boil, I find myself losing control of my urges, I start by innocently watching you through your windows one night, then quickly fall deep into those thoughts, those urges.
Every night I watch you, watching your every move. Observing you, studying you while you’re completely oblivious that you’re being watched. My obsession for you has fully taken over and one night as it’s getting later I know you’ll be going to sleep any time now. I sit, watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity and when you fall asleep I let you sleep just long enough to fall into a deeper sleep. I pull a mask over my face and work my way into your house.
I watch over you, after admiring you and watching you sleep I pull out my phone and begin recording everything that I do to you. I start with your clothes, pulling your shirt up just enough to expose your perfect tits, I record myself touching you, playing with your nipples and groping your sleeping body. I pull your shorts down around your knees and start touching your little pussy, poking around and pushing my fingers inside of you to feel you, to feel how wet you are for my touch, even while you sleep.
My cock is throbbing and my mind is spiraling with the worst, most perverted thoughts to do to you and I can’t take it anymore. I pull my cock out, record myself rubbing the tip of my cock between the lips of your pretty little pussy, putting on a show while I make you wet even while you’re unconscious. I push the tip in, moaning out in pleasure as your little hole accepts my cock.
I can’t control anything at all anymore, a feral animal takes over me and I start pounding into you, recording every thrust while I rape my perfect best friend. You jolt awake hoping to find a face only to find a masked one with only eyes staring back into yours. You immediately start crying out, begging for me to stop and I push my hand around your neck pinning you to your bed and brutally fucking you. Tears are flowing down your face, you’re begging for me to stop yet you are getting wetter by the thrust, you start clenching around me, and then suddenly your body starts shaking. I growl out, masking my voice from you recognizing it, “did you just fucking cum?” You hide your face in embarrassment, still begging for me to stop from behind your hands.
I push your hands out of the way continuing to pound into your innocent body, I stare into your eyes and watch as you cum again, and again and again, I watch as you slowly break, slowly cave in and start enjoying my cock and I start pounding you harder, thrusting deeper and faster. Forcing orgasm after orgasms out of your limp and lifeless body. You take everything like such a good girl.
As my cock starts twitching and throbbing the closer I get to cumming, I moan out in pleasure, desperately whining as i finally finish inside of you after so long of fantasizing about it, and it’s all recorded for me to jerk off to when i need more of you. “You’re so perfect, I’m so sorry, I have needed this for so fucking long. I hope you forgive me.” As those words leave my lips, just then is when you figure out who raped and used you all night long, that’s when you figure it all out.
secretly drug me with a substance that makes me uncontrollably horny and parade me around a party with all your most depraved kinky pent up horny friends
all i can think about is having cock rubbed all over my face, shoved in my mouth, forced into all my holes and slapped all over my body.
i want to be put in a glory hole with holes on every side of my body and just sit there on my hands and knees while countless cock fuck into me to get themselves off, using me like a fleshlight to dump their hot cum into then leaving so the next one can take their place.
i wanna be held in place by a group of strangers while anonymous hands grope and molest me and breed me. i wanna be tied up and used like a blow up doll, suspended helplessly and livestreamed to thousands of perverts getting off to my abuse.
i wanna get onto a train car full of men and have them all take turns using me, pressing me against the window while onlookers on the platform stare and take pictures.
i wanna go to the club and get my drink spiked and end up being passed around from cock to cock in public, drooling and dripping like the mindless cocksleeve i am
considering a captor who wants to leave you chained up alone in your room until you're so desperate for company that you're happy to see them, but they're back in your room within a few hours of leaving it because they can't stand to be away from you for that long
they tell themselves that they're going to starve you to make you weak and confused but the moment they hear your stomach growl they cave and start feeding you properly again. doesn't even take a day
