Side blog to Angryschnauzer - this is all my writing. Multi chapters, one shots, and also recomended fics from other writers. All will be NSFW. Fics will be tagged with main character/actor, and if there is a ship name that will be included too.
Imagine you're out on the lake with your friends. You're all swimming about and splashing each other and having a good time. You'd occasionally feel something brush up against you, but you quickly shrugged it off to be fish or plants. Eventually, you begin to feel something sliding up your leg while you're swimming in place talking to your friends. You think nothing of it and try to ignore it.
That's until, without warning, you feel a big thick tentacle quickly work it's way past your swim bottoms into your cunt. Quickly thrusting deep into you without warning while another tentacle holds firmly onto one of your ankles. You try to hide your reaction from your friends as you struggle to swim with less mobility, so another tentacle wraps itself around your waist to hold you up. You try your best to not make any noise and continue the conversation with your friends, how could you even explain what was going on without sounding crazy or embarrassing yourself. You feel the tentacle pounding you ruthlessly and pressing right against your cervix with each thrust making it harder to hide your reactions.
It gets even harder as you feel another tentacle slide into your ass, the creature now pounding you from both ends. You try to struggle away, but the creature just holds you even more firmly and thrusts harder. Moments later, you feel a warm, thick substance filling your ass and you know instantly it's a preview of what's to come. Before you can properly react the tentacle begins spurting a thick sticky load right into your womb. Your abused cunt orgasms pathetically around it as it overflows just under the surface.
Just as quickly as it enters you, it exits and flees, leaving you embarrassed, hoping none of your friends noticed that. Little did you know they all noticed and thought it was hot <3
Can you write something where a scientist is studying how werewolves fuck their assistant?
1400 words, it's long so be warned
When the scientist I work for tells me we're going out into the forest for our next experiment, I don't think anything of it. I pack our things, but notice they're bringing an extra bag I haven't seen before.
They tell me it's a long ride, and they want me to settle in, so sit in the back. I don't mind, but ask them what we're studying. They tell me excitedly that they think they've pinpointed a den of werewolves, and want to be the first to study them. I ask what we plan to do, and they explain that we'll look at how they hunt, how they interact, how they mate.
I ask how we're to do the last one, because there's no way we'll be able to get into the den, right? They'd tell me no, but if we can lure them out to mate, then it'd be easy to observe.
I should start to feel uneasy, but I keep asking questions. How will we lure them out? With something they can't resist. And I'd ask what that would be.
Someone they'll think is nice and fertile and ready to breed, is the answer. When I ask how they plan to do that, they tell me to look inside that unfamiliar bag, which rests at my feet.
Inside I'd find a vial of liquid, a long line of rope, a rolled up picnic blanket, a big container of lube, and...a huge dildo. Long and thick, with an extra round bump at the base.
I'd demand to know what's going on, and they'd tell me, calmly, that sometimes we have to be hands on to get the best results. We'd get much more data if someone could report back, right? If that person knew what to look for when they got fucked?
I'd know what was happening by then. And I should feel angry, or betrayed, but...glancing back at that toy, I'd just feel...eager. The scientist knows me too well, knows that I'd want this, and grin when I'd quietly agree.
They'd tell me to use the car ride to get prepared, and I realize that's what the toy is for. For me to get nice and stretched, ready to be fucked.
I'd obey without question. Slicking the toy, and stripping the lower half of my clothes. I'd spend the car ride the way he wanted, stretching around the huge toy, my legs spread wide to take it, soft moans and whimpers leaving my lips.
When we'd get to our destination, I'd be a babbling mess on the back seat. So turned on and needy, and they'd just smile, because that's exactly what they wanted.
They'd park and unload the supplies they need. They'd tell me to be good and quiet, and stay in the car for just a little bit. I wouldn't be able to find it in me to disobey.
When they returned, they'd tell me that they set up cameras around the spot they'll take me to, and they grab the bag at my feet, before guiding me up, laughing at the way my legs tremble.
They'd push me to my knees on the blanket, push my head down so my cheek presses against the fabric, then I'd feel the rope rubbing against my skin as they tie me in place.
They tell me that if it's really too much, to tell them, but I shouldn't have a hard time taking it, right? They know me far too well, and I wouldn't be able to answer.
They'd sit me back up to down the vial, telling me it'll boost my endurance, increase my scent, and make me even more needy than I already am. Making me easy prey to whatever werewolf happens across me.
And one does.
The scientist would hide, tell me to stay just like I am, and be good. They'd give me an earpiece, tell me they'll talk to me when they needed to. Then they'd hide to watch from afar, and I'd be bound, waiting anxiously. Every sound would make me tense, wondering if it was the one I was waiting for.
And when I finally hear it, heavy footsteps, a sniff, a growl, I'd feel myself getting hot and needy--surely not the reaction I should have, but unable to help myself.
I wouldn't know what to expect until large hands grabbed my waist. I'd gasp as they pulled me towards them, and I'd feel their thick, heavy cock rest against my back.
I'd hear the scientist in my ear, excitedly describing the creature, but all I can think about is getting it inside of me. I'd wriggle against them, spreading my legs as much as I could, and making it clear I wanted them.
I'd hear a deep laugh right by my ear, and wonder, briefly, if the creature is more human than we though, before I'd feel them plunge into me.
I'd probably scream. They'd stretch me around them so fully, filling me up completely, and I wouldn't think they'd be able to fit another inch. But they can, and they keep pushing, until I'm stuttering, sunk on them and desperate. The sharp sting of pain would make me pant, head lolling as I take them.
I wouldn't be able to think. My mind would be blank of everything but how filled I was. The toy in the car helped, but it wasn't deep enough to prepare me for this.
Trembling in their grasp, clenching around them, I'd try to adjust, try to settle my breathing. But there's no way I could get adjusted well enough before they want to fuck me. But the pain would subside enough into pleasure, and I'd move my hips, testing to see what they'd do.
As soon as I move, they'd pin me down, and pound into me. My cries would mix with the sounds of loud smacks as they fuck me, and I'd plead for more, the words coming out before I can think. I can hear the scientist saying something about several, something, but I can't make it out, too focused on the creature fucking me to the edge far too quickly.
They wouldn't stop when I came, wouldn't even slow down. I'd cry out, tell them it was so much, sensations filling me as I was pulled down from the orgasm's high too fast, mind on the next one as tears of pleasure spill from my eyes.
When I felt a big hand on my chin, guiding my head up, it'd take me a second to realize it's not the one behind me. I don't have enough time to process what the werewolf looks like before their huge cock is in my face.
I'd part my lips instinctively, and they'd grip my jaw as they pushed into my mouth.
Something about being used from both sides by werewolves would make me finish again, moaning around the cock in my mouth. I wouldn't have to do a thing, my hips being pulled against the one behind me, the other fucking into my mouth steadily.
I'd hear the scientist in my ear, saying that I'm doing well, and that would only make me hotter, gaze blurred with tears as I moan and suck and tremble.
Time would blur as the werewolves switch me out between them. The ropes binding my hands and legs would rip at some point, from sharp claws as I'm pulled down onto the lap of one. I'd get a good look at them, and I'd realize just how big they were, towering over me, thick and wide, with thick manes of long of big hair, all naked, so I can see the hair covering their bodies, too. Sharp nails and sharper teeth, with eyes glowing gold. And they all--male, female, or any other--have with thick, heavy cocks, ready to fuck me.
I'd ride them and bend between them, and let them hold me up, and press my face into the grass, and get on my knees, and spread my legs, and finish over and over.
The last--and I can tell it's the last, because all the others are standing aside to watch--they must be the leader. They hold me down, my back pressed against the rumpled blanket, my legs held apart. They fuck me hard, gaze burning into me as they push deeper with every thrust. I tremble, and beg, feeling myself getting closer and closer. My head would fall back, moans and whimpers falling from my lips.
When they finished, they'd push deep into me, but then they'd keep going, deeper, angling me so I can take it, until...
I'd feel their knot push into me, and I'd stretch around it with a pitiful moan. I'd hear the scientist in my ear, almost forgotten, saying this is what we wanted--this is the part they wanted to study.
The werewolf would hold me to them, and feeling them fully seated inside me would make me tremble.
I know itâs dangerous to walk through a poorly lit public park at three AM, but after two nights shattered by strange, unearthly howls I canât keep my curiosity at bay any longer. Iâve always loved animals, and Iâve never heard anything like this before. Iâm not too worried - the biggest creatures around here are deer, and the industrial flashlight I wield should make a decent weapon against human predators.
That musical howl pierces the night again and I veer towards the sound, picking my way through the dense brush and cursing my choice of shoes. The forest is so dense none of the full moonâs light shines through the canopy, leaving the floor in an impenetrable darkness. Even my flashlight doesnât seem to help.
I crash through the woods in the general direction of the howl, but thereâs no sign of any strange animals. Thereâs no sign of any animals, actually. No night birds sing, no crickets chirp. Even the wind through the leaves seems to have gone silent. The back of my neck prickles as if there are eyes on me, inexplicable terror freezing my blood in my veins.
The howl rips through the darkness like a tangible thing, echoing between the trees until it seems as if itâs coming from every direction at once. Itâs closer now. Far too close.
I take off in a random direction like a startled rabbit, wild and thoughtless with animal terror. I donât think about which way the path is, or the nearby highway. All I care about is getting away from what I can feel in my bones is a dangerous thing.
I donât make it far before I hear footsteps behind me. Pounding, heavy steps, like whatever hunts me is taking massive bounding strides. Whatever it is must be huge, far bigger than any buck. I push myself to run harder, stumbling in my panic, but the creature grows closer by the second.
I hear itâs labored panting a moment before a crushing weight hits me from behind, forcing the breath from my lungs. My flashlight flies from my hand and into the dense brush, shrouding the trees in darkness. Suddenly Iâm wheezing into the dirt, crushed to the earth by something heavy and hot and covered in thick fur. I can feel powerful muscles rippling against my back when it moves against me.
The monster shoves a wet nose against my neck, breathing heavily against my skin and inducing a shiver despite myself. A long, hot tongue swipes over me, followed by a growling groan. Iâm too stunned to move, quivering in fear as I wait for this thing to devour me.
But the creature does no such thing. Instead it - or, he, as is quickly made abundantly clear - presses me more firmly into the ground with his hips, and I feel something hard and throbbing against my ass. The creature growls again, and I can feel the vibration of it against my spine. He pushes into me rhythmically, rutting against me, and a new terror floods through me.
I begin to struggle again with renewed desperation, clawing at the damp forest floor to drag myself out from under this beast. The only thing worse than being killed by him was being fucked by him, surely. He huffs in annoyance - a strangely human sound - and an impossibly strong arm matted with fur is shoved under my chest, holding me firmly against him. A giant hand paws roughly down my side, curved claws catching in the fabric and tearing it away as if it were paper.
He only seems to grow more excited when Iâm exposed to the chill night air. Iâm both shocked and ashamed to feel wetness cooling between my legs. The monsterâs insistent humping grows more frantic, his throbbing cock slipping between my cheeks and rubbing over my pussy as he tries to line himself up with my dripping hole. I thrash beneath his weight, desperate to get away before he can ruin me. In response, hot breath washes over the back of my neck. Long, sharp teeth clamp gently around my throat, just hard enough to dent the flesh. I stop struggling immediately, the message clear.
The head of the creatureâs cock pokes at my entrance and I canât muffle my gasp. Itâs so hot, so big, I can feel just the tip stretching me. He gives me no time to fall back into fear, shoving into me as deep as he can manage with a satisfied groan that rattles the teeth against my neck. I cry out, afraid Iâll be split in two. Itâs far bigger than anything Iâve ever taken. Iâve never felt so utterly full before.
The monster pumps into me at a steady pace, the hand wrapped around my chest cupping my belly instead, pulling my hips more firmly into every thrust until Iâm sure the head must be in my womb. His grunts and the wet sounds of his cock pounding into me fill my ears, his jaws flexing around my throat. Iâm ashamed to feel arousal dripping down my thighs, familiar heat growing in my stomach despite the ache of being stretched so completely. How could this be turning me on?
I donât know how long he fucks me into the dirt. I stop caring after awhile, unable to focus on anything but the constant, powerful in-and-out of his cock, the heat and weight of him keeping me exactly where he wants me. I canât keep my choked moans hidden anymore, new sounds pushed from my lips every time he bottoms out. The pleasure keeps growing, the pain gone entirely as my body molds itself to this unknown monsterâs cock. My thighs begin to quiver with the ecstasy of it, stomach tightening under his claws and pussy fluttering around his throbbing dick.
The creatureâs thrusts increase their speed, the movement of his hips becoming jagged and fevered. His fangs, still clamped around my neck, tighten enough to draw blood. His grip tightens until my bones creak beneath the strain. My moans are more like sobs now, my fingers clawing into the dirt. Iâm dimly aware of the beast pushing into me one final time, of his hips grinding hard against my ass, of the long, satisfied growl that rumbles in his chest, as Iâm finally forced into orgasm.
I shudder helplessly in his iron grip as my entire body clenches almost painfully, my pussy contracting violently around his cock. Scalding heat floods my belly, rope after burning rope of it stuffing me impossibly fuller with every powerful throb. His dick seems to grow somehow larger as he cums, and the renewed ache only makes me spasm harder.
After long moments of grunting and twitching and writhing we both melt into the forest floor, spent. Heâs still rutting into me, gently now, his cock twitching and somehow still hard. I try again, weakly, to drag myself away from him and quickly find that I canât - his dick really did get bigger, lodged inside me for as long as heâs erect with a seal so tight not a drop of his cum has leaked out. I can only hope one round is enough for this thing.
I sag beneath him with a defeated whimper, mewling pathetically when the sound makes him push into me a little harder. Itâs going to be a long nightâŚ
So how about a slime creature that grows when it's placed in water?
At least, that's what it said on the website. Or⌠what you thought it said on the website? The whole thing had been in Latin, you'd had to use a shitty translation app to help you navigate buying the slime.
Which had maybe not been the best idea.
You scratched your head as you peered down into the bathtub. The slime was a luminous blue, utterly mesmerising as it floated in the water. But it had only grown two or three inches, a far cry from the infinitus the website had promised. Had they sent you a dud? What was the store's return policy? Were you gonna have to run the whole stupid thing through the translation app too?
Just the thought made you groan.
"Ugh, I just wanna cum, I don't wanna do more work." Continuing to grumble under your breath, you scooped the slime out of the tub. It was about the size of your palm, an oddly affectionate little creature. You peered at it curiously as it curled around your fingers and wrist.
Okay, now you were, like⌠two percent less willing to send the slime back.
Bathwater trickled down your bare skin as you headed back to your bedroom. The slime had securely wrapped itself around your wristâit wasn't cute, it wasn'tâso you had to snatch up your lap top one handed and scoot awkwardly back on the mattress until you were reclining on your mountain of plushes and pillows.
You pulled up the site you'd bought the slime from, squinting at the screen where most companies kept a little Contact Us link.
"Who the fuck hosts a website in Latin?"
Who the fuck buys sex toys from a website hosted in Latin? a sensible voice in the back of your mind countered.
Muttering under your breath, you spared a brief moment to be grateful the little slime was moving around, creeping curiously up your arm and into the crook of your elbow. Which was perfect, because that meant you could try and fail to translate this stupid goddamn page with both hands.
You spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between cursing and⌠Well, no, you were just cursing. And all the while, the little slime was creeping along your skin, tickling down from your arm and across your belly. The touch was cool and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. You were about to reach over to move itâit slipped passed your bellybuttonâwhen you saw what you were looking for.
"Finally!" You shifted on the mattress, slime forgotten as you clicked the link and began working on translating that. So focused on what you were doing, you didn't notice as the slime moved lower⌠and lowerâŚ
⌠and lowerâŚ
"Eeek!"
The slime had found the entrance to your cunt and was burrowing inside you. Shocked little jolts of pleasure burst through you as you squirmed; you shut your laptop with shaky hands, almost tossing it across the room as your hands dropped to your pussy. The little slime was too quick, though, slipping through your folds and deep into your cunt in a matter of seconds.
And then you didn't want to stop it.
A suprised little moan escaped you as the creatures seemed to twist and turn inside you, rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. Your earlier irritation dissolved into nothing as arousal took its place, your cunt getting soaked embarrassingly quickly.
Okay, maybe I don't need that return policy after all.
Fuck, the little slime was relentless, writhing around in your cunt that made your hips buck, searching for friction that wasn't to be had. Maybe this could work out if you humped a pillow orâ?
The slime was getting bigger.
You hadn't noticed at first, too surprised by what it was doing to take notice of its size. But there was no denying it; the wetter you got, the more the littleâor not, at this pointâslime seemed to lap it up. And that was when realisation dawned.
Maybe the slime had just needed a different kind of wetness.
The creature was lengthening inside you, thickening in a way that made a delighted cry slip free from your throat without your permission. The wet sounds of your cunt filled the air, the most heavenly, hedonistic accompaniment to your loud moans. Something slick and cool flickered over your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you as your pussy gushed.
You stared down at yourself, willing the slime to emerge, just for a second, so you could get a look at it. The slime must have easily doubled in size by now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
It was getting hard to think. Your hands moved up to cup your tits, rolling your nipples and squeezing. Delicious⌠The slime was pressing into you ever more deeply, seemingly ravenous as it feasted on your wetness. You were edging closer and closer to orgasm, your whole body tightening as the creature played with your clit and the exquisite sensations flooded through you.
"Fuck⌠oh, fuck⌠hnghâŚ"
A choked off scream as you came, your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire body thrashing with the force of it. You'd orgasmed like this before a few times, had made a total mess of your bedâŚ
But that wasn't a problem tonight because the slime was absorbing it all.
You felt the creature growing even bigger and you watched, turned on beyond imagining, as you finally saw something wriggling out of your cunt.
Tentacles, you realised. The little slime had grown tentacles. And they were changing colour, going from blue to a deep purple, almost black. They slithered out of your body, the appendages wrapping around your legs and spreading you open further with surprising strength. And all the while, it kept fucking you, relentless, your earlier orgasm seemingly making the creature hungry for more.
Another tentacle crept around over your tummy, feeling your skin curiously and leaving a sticky residue behind. Your eyes widened as you watched the slime bump against your fingers, nuzzling at your tits. Following the wordless command, you let your hands slide down to the bed beneath you. Its touch is gentle, exploratory. There was something about the way the slime moved that made you think it was testing your reactions, studying how your body responded to it cupping your tits and playing with your nipples.
Your moans were near constant by now. The slime seemed to zero in on every erogenous zone, coaxing more wetness from your cunt. A dwindling corner of your mind still capable of rational thought remembered the website's promise that the creature would grow exponentially in the right environment.
Gotta remember to leave a five-star review.
The creature was growing right before your eyes. Whatever it needed, it was getting straight from your soaked cunt. Helplessly little grunts spilled passed your lips as the slime continued to fuck you, its tentacles toying with your nipples and nudging against your asshole only adding to the ecstasy.
"Uh⌠uh⌠uhâŚ" Your eyes rolled back as you panted for breath; you didn't think anything had ever fucked you as good, gone in as deepâŚ
The creature shoved itself between your parted lips, not hesitating until it hit the back of your throat. You thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the tentacles were inhumanly strong. Its limbs held fast to your legs and wound around your arms, keeping you spread open to its ministrations. The slime thickened in your mouth, threatening to cut off your airway, and you didn't think you'd ever felt better.
And so you stopped resisting.
gluk⌠gluk⌠glukâŚ
Your limbs went limp, pliant, as the creature continued fucking you; the tendril probing at your asshole had slipped inside you, stuffing you almost impossibly full. One glance down at your midriff revealed a sizeable bulge, bobbing up and down in time with the slime's thrusts. A delighted, garbled sound slipped passed the tentacle fucking your throat.
gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk
You'd order the little slime thinking to use it as a sex toy; now, here the creature was using you as its cocksleeve.
The thought sent you over the edge. You came again, so hard and for so long that the world threatened to go dark around you. Body spasming, dark spots dancing in front of your vision, you almost missed the way the creature's tentacles thickened inside you, the force of its thrusts getting even harder and faster.
Was it⌠Was it going to cum inside of you?
Your whole body erupted in a frenzy of movement. Bucking back against the tentacles fucking you, you squeezed your cunt around the slime, milking its enormous girth with your inner walls. You sucked and slurped at the tendril in your mouth, eagerly bobbing on it and making drool run down your chin and onto your tits.
Make me your cum dump⌠please, just cum inside meâŚ
The creature seemed to read your mind.
It sped up, fucking you harder and harder, faster and faster, until finallyâŚ
Cum gushed into you, the creature returning everything it had taken from you tenfold. You gulped down its cum eagerly; your tummy rounded out as it spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, and leaking out of you as it continued to piston in and out of you.
You didn't know how much time had passed. All you could do was tremble, your whole body aching in the most delicious way. Gradually, the tentacles around your arms and legs and waist released their hold on you. The slime, you realised mournfully, was getting smaller. Although, you noticed with a distant interest, it hadn't reverted to its original blue hue.
Now that your arms were free, you could heave yourself up onto your elbows to peek down at your cum-swollen belly; you looked like you were in your second trimester.
The thought sent another gush of wetness to your cunt, making the slime writhe inside you weakly. It seemed the creature was as worn out as you were. Another few minutes, and the little slime disappeared from view completely, although it remained inside you, effectively plugging you up.
You kinda didn't want it to leave.
Exhaustion was tugging at you, making your eyelids flutter shut. Letting out a massive yawn, you struggled to roll over onto your side; one arm slipped under a nearby pillow, the other cradled your distended tummy.
Can't wait for round twoâŚ
It was your last thought before you fell into a dreamless sleep.
*emerges from my ellipsus drafts covered in blood*
My beloveds, this took me just shy of forever but I had a vision and I was going to make it happen. Only now I donât know what happened to the ask that inspired it đ
Anyway, anon, if you see this, this oneâs for you. I went a little bit further than what your prompt gave me, so I hope you like it.
(This got a bit long, she said to the surprise of exactly no one.)
The last thing you remembered was a flash of blindingly bright light. It was like the whole world exploded, stealing your breath and conciousness.
Friday night and you were home with only a glass of wine for company. It wasn't a big deal; most of your friends had kids, family, work to take care of. Still, you couldn't help but feel a little lonely. And bored.
Like, really bored.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the fact you had no plans for the weekend, but you found yourself digging through the gift bag you'd gotten from a friend, a gag gift she'd gotten you for your birthday a few months back. Inside the bag was a tiny cow-print bikini. She'd nudged you teasingly, laughing about how she knew you'd never wear it. And even though you tried not to let it get to you, her comment had kinda hurt.
You weren't boring, just⌠cautious.
So you'd hidden it away in the back of your closet and tried not to think about it.
But tonight you were fueled by alcohol, boredom, and hurt feelings. You decided to try the bikini on and⌠fuck, it was ridiculously small. The fabric barely covered your nipples and the tiny thong was completely swallowed up between the globes of your ass. You stared at yourself in your bedroom mirror, feeling positively indecent.
There hadn't been much time to revel in the feeling, however. One flash of light later, and you found yourself in an eerily sterile room strapped into some weird chair with your arms and legs restrained.
I'm dreaming, you thought to yourself. I have to be dreaming.
It was a mantra you kept repeating to yourself, but wasn't doing much to stem the rising panic. Before you could start hyperventilating, a door to your right slid open with a hiss.
Three aliens walked in. Honest to fuck, actual aliens. They were⌠they were huge. Like, massive. Their nude bodies were vaguely humanoid, with muscled arms and strong thighs, their skin a glistening emerald green. A small, distant part of you couldn't help but think they were oddly beautiful.
The rest of you was more preoccupied with their massive fucking cocks and the tentacles curling around their waists and shoulders.
And, look, you weren't proud of it, okay? But you immediately wondered what they'd feel like inside you, and how many of them you could take.
There was a chattering sound from the largest of the aliens before it reached up to its neck. It was wearing what looked like a collar with little buttons on it; the alien pressed one of them and its throat briefly lit up with a gaint glow.
"Greetings, earthling," it said. Its voice sounded like it was coming from underwater. "Do not be alarmed. We mean you no harm."
Okay, that was something of a relief. Although your species and theirs probably had different definitions of what constituted cattle.
"We are in search of cattle to breed with and you seem to meet our requirements."
Cattle? Sure, you weren't crazy about the comparison, but at least you weren't completely out of line with where your thoughts had gone upon seeing their dicks. Even as you watched, you could see that their cocks were visibly throbbing; you licked your lips reflexively.
"I am Titanus. This is Vexon and Morphos." The leader gestured at the aliens flanking it. "We will be attending to you."
Attending to you? You tried to ignore the jolt of anticipation that sent through you.
Wide-eyed, you watched as they approached, ready to put up as much of a fight as you were able; at least, that's what you told yourself. Only, they didn't seem particularly interested in you right at that moment. You could hear some piercing beeps as they operated the machinery in the room, chattering amongst themselves as they worked.
You heard whirring noise sounded above your head, causing you to let out a squeak of surprise. A large round device, about three feet in diameter, descended over you. More beeps and whirring, a long, red light emitting from the disc and scanning you from your chin to just below your crotch.
"What are you doing?" you asked, curiousity getting the better of you.
They ignored you, although their chattering came faster now, almost⌠excited? You struggled to look over your shoulder at what they were doing, but the restraints kept you from seeing more than the backs of their heads and shoulders. It was then that you could see that the tentacles where emanating from the aliens' backs; their movements seemed to correspond with how animated the aliens sounded.
A few moments laterâan eternity, reallyâthey turned their attention back to you.
"Your biology is compatible with ours," the big one, Titanus informed you. "We will breed you now. Cooperation will be rewarded."
No, no, you were not seriously thinking about going along with this, what the hell was wrong with you, you should have beenâ
"Rewarded how?"
"Orgasms will be frequent and plentiful," Vexon said matter-of-factly.
And, fuck, if the prospect of frequent and plentiful orgasms didn't make your nipples hard and your cunt clench reflexively. When was the last time you'd gotten off with something other than your toys? Your eyes strayed to their cocks; they were so big, their shafts throbbing as you watched.
Strangely, it was the memory of your less than happy birthday party from a few months ago that decided it for you.
Maybe no one else would know that you'd thrown caution to the wind, but you would. Squaring your shoulders as much as you could, you met the Titanus' gaze.
"Do it," you said hoarsely. "Fuck me."
Their response was almost immediate. Tentacles quivering, cock drooling pearlescent precum, Titanus stepped up to you. The weird chair you were on adjusted itself, angling you until you were at about a seventy-five degree angle. It was then that you realised you were still wearing your ridiculous bikini.
Maybe that explained the whole cattle comment.
Vexan and Morphos moved on either side of you to strip you of your meager clothing, leaving you completely bare. The tentacles on their backs were writhing now and they were making those chattering sounds again, only now they were low and throaty.
You didn't have time to think about what that meant. Titanus was so close to you now that you could see yourself reflected in its black, pupilless eyes. And its cock⌠fuck, it was getting bigger, lengthening so the head kissed your slit. A whimper slipped free from your throat as Titanus made no move to press in, simply sliding the head of its cock back and forth, grazing your aching clit with every stroke.
"Subject is very responsive," Morphos noted. Its eyes were fastened on your pussy, its cock dribbling so much precum that it made your mouth water.
What a waste, you thought sadly.
"Clearly the subject isâŚ" Titanus hesitated, seeming to search for the word in its lexicon. "⌠a whore."
Your cheeks burned and your hips bucked. There was nothing cruel or degrading about its tone, nothing teasing or seductive. It said it like it was simply a fact.
"Subject shows a positive response. Henceforth, subject is to be referred to as whore."
Fuck, it shouldn't have made you so wet to hear them talking about you like that. But there was no hiding your reaction and, right now, you didn't care to. Needy whines kept slipping free from your throat as you fought against your restraints, not to get away but to press closer. There was no expression on Titanus' face that you could discern, although its tentacles were thrashing wildly.
You could only hope that was a good sign.
"Open your mouth, whore," Morphos instructed.
Without hesitation, you did as you were told, and were rewarded with one of Vexon's tentacles slipping past your lips. Your eyes widened as it explored your mouth with the tendril, feeling around your teeth and palate, the flat of your tongue. The tentacle was coated in some kind of secretion and the taste of it flooded your mouth, viscous and sweet.
Looking up to find them watching you closely, you decided to do some exploring of your own. You flicked your tongue over the tendril, feeling the strange ridges and bumps along its surface, as you cautiously began to suck.
"We have chosen a good whore," Vexon said, its strange, distorted voice sounding almost unsteady.
Its praise mady your body warm, a flush spreading down from your cheeks to your neck, to the tops of your tits. Titanus reached up with one enormous hand and, with a surprising delicacy, plucked at one of your nipples. You moaned around the tentacle in your mouth, arching your back to press yourself closer as Titanus continued to grope you.
"The whore'sâŚ" It hesitated as it again searched for the word. "The whore's tits are pleasing to touch. Tits are responsive to stimulai." You gasped, threatening to choke on the tentacle in your mouth as Titanus' cock lengthened even further, pressing into your drenched cunt. "Breeding the whore will commence now."
More chattering from the others but you were scarcely paying attention. A restless, wild hunger was growing inside you, making you tremble with want. Had it not been for the tentacle slipping deeper and deeper into your mouth, you'd have begged. As it was, all you could do was suck on it and wordlessly plead with Titanus to just fuck you already.
That was when you were released from your restraints. There wasn't enough time for you to be grateful; a punched out sound escaped you as you slid down Titanus' strong body, gravity forcing you down and impaling you on its cock.Â
OhâŚ
Oh, fuckâŚ
It was too much, it's cock was too big.
More. I need more.
You were too far gone to startle at the feel of tentacles coming to surround your body, lifting you easily from the chair to push you down further on Titanus' cock. Its hands continued to caress your tits and toy with your nipples, sending jolts of sensation through your body and straight to your cunt.
And that's when you felt wetness trickling down your skin. Your eyes skittered down to seeâŚ
Milk.Â
Your tits were leaking milk. The arousal was sharp and biting, making you whimper as you watched tentacles slip and slide through the creamy fluid. If your mouth weren't otherwise occupied, you'd beg for a taste of it.Â
"The whore's hole is tight," Titanus reported, its voice strangled. "Exceedingly positive." It didn't elaborate because at that moment, its tentacles began to move you, fucking you up and down its cock in smooth, steady strokes. And all the while, you kept sucking on the tentacle in your mouth, which was weeping copiously, dripping syrupy liquid down your throat.
Fucking delicious.
Up and down, up and down, Titanus moved you like you weighed nothing, each time pressing you down further and forcing you to take it deeper. It hurt in the most delicious way, and all you could do was cling to its shoulders and moan.
There was movement behind you, chattering, and then hands on your hips. You weren't sure if it was Morphos or Vexon, didn't care who it was as it felt you up. The need for more was growing even as Titanus picked up the pace, fucking you harder now as its cock seemed to grow inside you. With every thrust, its cock forced hungry little sounds from your throat until the air was filled with nothing but the sounds of your suckling, your grunts, and your cunt getting filled.
It was glorious.
And then something began to probe at your asshole.
Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.
This wasn't the first time you'd felt someoneâor somethingâtouch you there. You'd been fucked in the ass a few times before, had enjoyed the slightly illict nature of the act. But if the alien followed through one what that tentacle was promisingâand fuck, you really hoped it did, would beg if necessaryâthis would be the first time you were filled to the brim, cunt, mouth and ass stuffed, tits leaking milk like the cow you were dressed up as.
"The whore has another hole," Vexon reported.
"It appears that the whore's primary use is to be fucked." The matter-of-fact comment sent another jolt of lust through you, making you writhe against the tentacles' hold. As Morphos spoke, it was pressing its thickening appendage further down your throat, threatening to choke you. Through the fog of lust, a distant, hazy part of your brain wondered if the tentacles could cum.
You were determined to find out. With the way Titanus was holding on to you, its tentacles fastened securely around your body, there was no risk of you falling. You reached behind you, spreading your cheeks in shameless invitation.
"The whore is enthusiastic. Fuck her harder. Commence reward orgasms."
A torrent of cum spurted down your throat, thick and sweet and more than you could swallow at once. You swallowed as much as you could and lamented every drop that leaked from the corners of your mouth.
Exquisite.Â
And that's when you felt it, a bone deep pleasure that started in your cunt and pulsed through your body with every beat of your heart. You sucked and slurped at the tentacle in your mouth, hungry for every drop while Titanus' cock grew to where it was now bumping against your cervix. Which was why you barely flinched when something long and thick slipped into your asshole, stretching you deliciously.
All it did was make you wetter, your cunt tightening further on Titanus to draw it in deeper. The milk dribbled down your skin faster as more tentacles came to lap it up.Â
It continued like that for what felt like eons, one tentacle cumming between your lips before being replaced by another. More tendrils took their turns fucking your ass, spearing you so deeply you thought you might split in two. You felt so wonderfully heavy, weighed down by cum and ecstasy while Titanus continued to fuck you on its cock like it was nothing.Â
There was so much pleasure, so many sensations, that it was hard to keep track of what was happening. You were surrounded by tentacles, caressing and stroking every bit of you they could reach, greedily sipping your milk while they spread more of that sweet, sticky secretion over your skin. The rapidly dwindling part of your mind still capable of rational thought wondered if the fluid had aphrodisiac properties.
Most of you didn't care.
Still, despite everything, you couldn't help but want more. Some strange certainty had seized you and you knew that this wasn't all of it.
And you were determined to get it.
Fighting the lethargy, you reached for Titanus shoulders. With a tremendous effort, you used your hold to counter its thrusts, working yourself on its cock. All chattering ceased, Titanus' tentacles thrashing wildly behind it as you grunted and moaned.Â
You thought you were prepared for what came next. You were so sure you knew what it would feel like for that tentacle to spill down your throat, for Titanus to pump its load directly into your waiting womb.
You were wrong.
Titanus made this sound, deep and guttural, sending vibration through your body and making you shiver. It didn't stop, the noise getting louder and louder, coming faster and faster as the head of its cock finally bullied its way into your cervix. The pleasure and pain mixed together to where you couldn't tell the difference, could only feel until the brightness of ecstasy faded into darkness, leaving you limp and unconscious.Â
It may have lasted a few seconds; it may have lasted hours or days.Â
But when you woke up, you felt something.. strange.Â
Titanus was cumming inside you, its cock pulsing as it continued to make that delicious grunting noise. But instead of pumping cum into you, you could feel a hard, round object travelling up its shaft where you were connected before it deposited the object inside you.Â
First one. Then another. And another.Â
Eggs, you realised with a jolt. Titanus was filling you up with eggs. The fact should have horrified you; instead, all it did was make you moan and tighten around it.Â
"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, wrapping your shaking legs around its waist and holding on as tight as you could. "More. I need⌠I need more, pleaseâŚ"
They came quicker and quicker, settling in your womb and rounding out your tummy. After what felt like an eternity, Titanus finally fell silent. The noises from the others had slowed down to the occasional chatter.Â
"Very⌠very good, whore," Titanus managed at last. It gradually pulled out of you, its cock returning to its normal length. "Oviposition complete, phase one a success."
"Phase⌠phase one?" you managed to mumble. Fuck, your tummy was so big, between all the cum and eggs you'd taken. It was a good thing Titanus was holding you up because you weren't sure you'd be able to hold your own weight.
"Yes, whore, that is correct." Titanus easily passed you over to Vexon, who's tentacles were thrashing excitedly. One was already teasing the seam of your lips, coaxing you to let it inside.Â
"Phase two commencing." You gasped as you felt its cock take Titanus' place inside you, and it allowed the tentacle to slip down to the back of your throat.Â
"Objective: insemination."
The pleasure started up again, just as intense as before. You had time for one last coherent thought.Â
Tags: Established Relationship. Pregnancy. Fluff. Slight Angst. Smut.
Summary: Bucky achieved what every male of his kind is supposed to want. But the Thal'kyr don't do fatherhood -don't even have a word for it- and now he must figure out how to be something his species never taught him to be.
Word Count: 5.5k.
Previous Chapter - Masterlist
The nausea had finally passed somewhere around week fourteen, replaced by a steady appetite that felt almost normal after months of struggling to keep anything down.
Now, at seven months, she felt less like a person and more like a vessel: heavy, clumsy, her center of gravity shifted so far forward that she'd taken to walking with a waddle she couldn't quite control.
Bucky never said anything about it, but she caught him watching. And more telling, she noticed how often he'd end up behind her, pretending to be doing something else, feigning nonchalance, but always close enough to catch her if she stumbled.
She never called him on it. It was easier to let him linger close.
The YouTube obsession had finally eased, though she still caught him watching videos occasionally, now it was things like "how to fix a leaky faucet" or "basic electrical wiring for beginners." Productive, useful things.
The house had slowly transformed around her.
The squeaky step on the entrance stairs? Fixed.
The loose cabinet door in the kitchen? Tightened.
The window in the bedroom that never quite closed properly? Sealed and weatherproofed.
For the things he didn't know how to do, the more complicated repairs -the ones that required tools he didn't have or skills he hadn't taught himself yet- he called in favors. Men from the docks who owed him for covering shifts or lending a hand when they'd needed itâŚ
Always scheduled for times when she was at work.
She'd noticed, obviously, and finally asked him about it one evening. "Why don't your coworkers ever come when I'm home?"
"Easier this way." He drifted his gaze down deliberately, lingering on her breasts, fuller now, straining slightly against the fabric of her maternity dress. "Fewer distractions."
She laughed, shaking her head. "I really don't think anyone's interested in... this." She gestured at herself, at her swollen belly and awkward posture.
"You don't know anything," he said flatly.
"Pfft."
His expression became serious, almost predatory. "Seeing you like this makes me want to take you the way I can't right now. Until you can't stand. And then put another pup in you."
Heat flooded her face. "Bucky!"
"They're not coming when you're here."
And that had been the end of that conversation.
----
She was digging through the overstuffed yarn cabinet one afternoon, searching for a specific shade of blue she knew she had somewhere, when her foot brushed against the edge of the loose floorboard.
The one Arthur had told her about, back when this was still just his seasonal rental. A good place to keep valuables, he'd said, and she'd started using it after Bucky had given her those first pearls.
Now there were more.
Not all of them, they'd sold a few already, carefully, slowly. Bucky had a contact at the docks, someone who didn't ask questions, who knew people who bought things off the books. The man took ten percent off the top, but that was the price of discretion.
No paperwork. No provenance required. No one wondering where a dockworker got his hands on natural pearls worth more than most people made in a year.
She'd been nervous the first time he had come back with cash instead of the pearl, a thick envelope he'd set on the table without ceremony.
"That's it?" she'd asked, staring at the money.
"That's it."
"He didn't ask where you got them?"
Bucky had just looked at her. "He's paid not to ask."
She supposed that was how things worked in that world. The docks had their own rules, their own economy. If you needed something moved quietly, there was always someone who'd do it for the right price.
Bucky knew those people now.
And, even though he pretended that lifting crates and hauling cargo took more effort than it actually did, he was still seen as one of the tougher loaders at the docks. No one would be stupid enough to try crossing him or breaking his trust. It was the kind of reputation that kept people honest, even in dishonest business.
She still remembered the day he'd come back with these ones, the new batch, the ones that had let her leave the Shipyard Supply Office.
He'd been gone for a week.
A full week of her pacing the house, trying not to imagine all the terrible things that could have happened to him out there in the dephts.
He'd made her promise not to leave the house. Had stood in the doorway, bag packed, looking more serious than she'd ever seen him.
"Promise me," he'd said.
"Bucky, is really?-"
"Promise."
So she had.
When he'd finally returned, stumbling through the door just after dawn, she'd nearly cried with relief.
He'd looked terrible. Exhausted. There were new scratches on his arms, dark circles under his eyes, and he moved like every muscle in his body was screaming.
"What did you-" she'd started, but he'd just shaken his head and headed straight for the bedroom.
He'd slept for two days straight.
She'd checked on him constantly, pressing her hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat, watching the rise and fall of his breathing, terrified that something was wrong.
But he'd just been exhausted.
When he finally woke on the third day, he'd shuffled into the kitchen where she was making tea, set a small cloth bag on the table, and collapsed into a chair.
She'd stared at the bag. "What is this?"
"Open it."
She had.
Wild pearls. Easily two dozen of them, ranging from the size of her pinky nail to one nearly as large as her thumb.
Her hands had started shaking.
"Bucky..."
"You said they're valuable." His voice was rough from sleep. "The natural ones. Said they barely exist anymore."
"These are-" She'd looked up at him, widening her eyes. "These are worth-"
"Enough," he'd said simply. "Enough that you don't have to work anymore. Enough that you can rest. That you can..." He'd gestured at her belly. "That you can get ready. For the pup."
She'd set the bag down carefully, crossed to him, and pulled him into a hug even though he smelled like the ocean and exhaustion.
"You're insane," she'd whispered into his shoulder.
"Maybe." He'd wrapped his arms around her, careful of her belly. "But you're not going back to that office."
"Bucky-"
"No." His voice had been firm. "The pup's coming soon. You need to rest. And I need..." He'd pulled back to look at her. "I need to know you're safe. Here. Not lifting boxes with papers or standing for hours or spending your time among strangers-"
"Okay," she'd said softly. "Okay."
He'd searched her face for a moment, then nodded, satisfied.
Then he'd gone back to bed and slept for another twelve hours.
----
She rubbed her feet against the floorboard.
The money had eased so much of the pressure, and Bucky had been able to relax. Just a little.
Though relax was probably the wrong word for someone who still checked the locks twice before bed and considered wrapping everything in soft foam again.
She found the blue yarn she'd been looking for, pulled it out, and closed the cabinet.
Outside, she heard his voice, low and firm, talking to someone.
She waddled to the window -there was no other word for how she moved now-and peeked out.
Another repair guy. Someone she didn't recognize. Bucky was standing between the man and the house, crossing his arms, clearly giving instructions.
The man nodded, headed toward his truck.
He watched until the truck pulled away, then turned back to the house.
When he came inside and found her at the window, he raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Just watching you scare off another contractor."
"Didn't scare him. Gave him instructions."
"Mmhmm." She turned back to her yarn, smiling.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms carefully around her from behind, resting his hands on her belly.
"Pup's active today," he murmured, feeling the movement beneath his palms.
"Pup's always active."
"Good. Means they're strong."
She leaned back against him, letting him take some of her weight. "Or just restless. Like their father."
He huffed softly but didn't argue.
They stood there for a moment, his hands on her stomach, her body heavy and warm against his.
"Two months left," she said quietly.
"I know."
"You ready?"
He was quiet for a long moment.
"No," he said finally, honestly. "But I'll figure it out."
She covered his hands with hers. "We both will."
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and they stayed like that until the baby kicked hard enough to make them both gasp.
----
It started with cramps.
Sharp, sudden things that made her gasp and clutch her belly, waiting for them to pass. They came and went without pattern, without warning, leaving her breathless and shaken.
Then came the weakness. A bone-deep exhaustion that went beyond normal pregnancy fatigue. She'd sleep for ten hours and wake up feeling like she hadn't rested at all.
And her skin became dry, cracked, no matter how much lotion she used or water she drank. Her hands looked raw, her arms itchy and tight, like her body was rejecting moisture entirely.
Bucky had insisted on the doctor.
Dr. Connors had run tests. Blood work. Ultrasound. Checked her vitals.
Everything came back normal.
"The baby looks fine," he'd said, reviewing the results with a frown. "Heart rate is good. Growth is on track. Your labs are within normal range."
"Then why-" she'd started.
"Pregnancy does strange things to the body," he'd said gently. "Sometimes there's no clear answer. I'd recommend rest. Stay hydrated. Try to manage your stress levels. Call me if anything gets worse."
Rest. Hydration. Stress management.
The universal medical advice for I don't know what's wrong.
----
Bucky found her asleep on the couch one afternoon, resting on her side with a pillow tucked under her belly.
It was 3 pm.
She'd woken up at 11.
Four hours awake, and she was already exhausted again.
He stood in the doorway, watching her breathe, clenching his jaw.
The baby was a hybrid.
What if there was something -some requirement, some biological necessity- that her body couldn't provide on its own?
He didn't know, and that terrified him more than anything he'd faced in the southern waters.
He clenched his hands at his sides.
There was one person who might know. One person who'd understand what a hybrid pregnancy meant, what complications could arise, what-
His stomach twisted.
It was the last thing he wanted to do.
But he looked at her again, at the dark circles under her eyes, the way her hand rested protectively on her belly even in sleep.
He couldn't let her see this.
He grabbed the spare blanket from the chair, draped it carefully over her, and left through the front door without looking back.
----
The bell above the door chimed when he entered.
The shop had changed since the last time he'd been here, renovated, clearly. What had once been dim and cluttered was now bright and organized, walls painted in cheerful colors, stupid little decorative things hanging from the ceiling, catching the light. Wooden signs with cutesy phrases. Bins of yarn arranged by color like some kind of rainbow vomit.
He hated it.
Behind the counter, she looked up from whatever she was working on, and her expression went carefully neutral, assessing.
"Never thought I'd see you darken my door again, squid," she said, her tone flat.
He grunted, clenching his jaw, but said nothing.
She arched her eyebrow slowly and set down her needles with deliberate care, leaning back against the wall behind her, crossing her arms.
No sharp retort or dismissive comment. Nothing.
Oh, he needed something.
"You look like death," she said, creeping a smile into her voice. "What happened? Finally realized you're in over your head?"
He worked his jaw for a moment before he forced the words out.
"She's pregnant."
The amusement vanished instantly.
"You got a human pregnant?" Her voice went sharp with incredulity. "You IDIOT."
He said nothing.
"What were you thinking?" She pushed off the wall, coming around the counter. "Actually, no, don't answer that. You weren't thinking. Or at least not with your head. Typical men, can't keep it in your-"
"I know," he said through gritted teeth.
"Do you?" She was in front of him now, barely reaching his chest but somehow looking down at him anyway. "Do you have any idea what you've done? A hybrid pregnancy, you absolute-"
"I know."
"Did you do any research? Any preparation? Or did you just decide to mate with a human and hope for the best?"
He clenched his hands into fists at his sides. He wanted to wrap them around her slim throat, wanted to shut her up, wanted-
But she was right.
And he needed her alive.
"She's sick," he said, voice low and strained. "Cramps. Weakness. Her skin is..." He gestured vaguely. "Dry. Cracking. The human doctor says everything's fine, but it's not. Something's wrong."
The woman's expression shifted slightly.
"And you came to me."
"You're a hybrid." The words tasted like ash. "You might know what-"
"Why should I help you?" She crossed her arms, tilting her head. "You've made your bed, squid. Literally. Why should I lift a finger to fix your mess?"
"Because-"
"That poor girl." She shook her head slowly. "Does she know what she got herself into? Does she know her baby might not survive because you couldn't control yourself?"
His chest clenched, something cold and sharp twisting in his gut.
"The baby-"
"Is half Thal'kaari," she said flatly. "Trying to develop in a human body. Do you know how many hybrid pregnancies fail? Do you know what happens when the fetus needs something the mother can't provide?"
He didn't answer.
"Of course you don't." Her voice was cutting. "Because you didn't bother to find out before you put a child in her."
"Just tell me how to fix it," he ground out.
"Why?" She studied him, narrowing her eyes. "Give me one good reason why I should help you. One reason why you deserve my knowledge after being so monumentally stupid."
He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached.
"Because she doesn't deserve to suffer for my mistakes."
She seemed to consider that, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully.
Then she shrugged. "Well. She's also responsible, isn't she? She slept with you-" She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "knowing what you are."
He moved before he could think about it.
Two steps forward, closing the distance between them, looming over her. He brought his voice out low and dangerous.
"Don't you put her in your mouth."
For a moment, they stared at each other. Her expression didn't change; if anything, she looked satisfied, like she'd just confirmed something.
Then she rolled her eyes.
"Seawater, you absolute fool."
He blinked. "What?"
"Sea. Water." She spoke slowly, deliberately, like explaining something to a child. "The baby is a hybrid. It needs it, thereâs something in itâŚâ she waved her hand, âthe mother needs to soak in it. Daily. Even just her feet."
He stood there, frozen, processing.
That simple?
"Seawater," he repeated, voice flat.
"Seawater." She picked up her needles again. "Daily. Should stabilize her within a few days."
He wanted to feel relieved but instead, he felt like an idiot.
It was that simple. That obvious. And he hadn't-
"Don't beat yourself up too much," she said, not looking at him. "You couldn't have known. Your kind doesn't precisely excel in parenting advice. Or parenting at all."
His jaw clenched.
"Now get out of my shop. You're disturbing my customers."
He looked around. The shop was empty.
"Out," she repeated.
He turned and walked to the door, but paused with his hand on the handle.
"Thank you," he said, without looking back.
"I'm doing it for her," she called after him. "Next time, try thinking with your brain instead of whatever you have down there between your limbs."
The bell chimed as he left.
He stood on the sidewalk for a moment, breathing in the cool air, trying to ease the knot in his chest.
Seawater.
That simple.
And he'd been useless.
He turned and started walking, jaw clenched, shoving his hands deep in his pockets.
The hardware store was three blocks away. He'd visited countless times now, with all the repairs he started doing. He pushed through the door, the smell of metal and paint hitting him immediately.
"James, help you find something?" The old man looked up from behind the counter.
"Containers," Bucky said. "Large ones. For fuel."
The man gestured toward the back. "Got some over there. Five-gallon, ten-gallon. Does that work?"
Bucky nodded and headed in that direction.
The containers were plastic, sturdy, with tight-sealing caps. He grabbed two of the larger ones and tested the weight and the handles.
These would work. Heâll fill them with seawater and bring them back to the house. She could soak her feet, her hands, whatever she needed.
Simple.
So fucking simple.
He stood there in the aisle, holding the containers, and wanted to put his fist through the wall.
How had he not thought of it? The baby was half Thal'kaari.
And he'd just... what? Assumed everything would work out? That human biology would somehow accommodate a creature designed for the ocean?
Idiot.
That's what the yarn lady had called him, and she was right.
He was supposed to protect them. Supposed to know what they needed, how to keep them safe. That was his responsibility, and he'd failed at the most basic level.
She'd been suffering for days, and he'd had no idea how to fix it. Still wouldn't have known, if he hadn't swallowed his pride and gone begging to-
He cut the thought off sharply and carried the containers to the counter.
----
He'd swum back along the coast, the empty containers strapped to his back, his clothes sealed in the waterproof bag. When he'd reached their beach and changed forms, he'd filled both containers and hauled them up the cliff path without breaking a sweat.
She was still asleep when he got back.
He set the containers down carefully by the door -still dripping slightly, saltwater beading on the plastic- then carried one into the bathroom.
He found the largest basin they had under the sink, set it in the tub, and began pouring.
The smell of the ocean filled the small room immediately. His shoulders relaxed slightly just from breathing it in.
When the basin was full, he went back to the living room.
She was still curled on the couch, exactly where he'd left her, the blanket around her shoulders. Her expression was tired, with dark circles under her eyes even in sleep.
He crouched beside her.
"Hey," he said softly. "Wake up."
She stirred, blinking slowly, disoriented. "Bucky?"
"Need you to come with me."
"What-" She started to push herself up, wincing. "What time is it?"
"Doesn't matter." He helped her stand, steadying her when she swayed slightly. "Come on."
He guided her to the bathroom, one hand on her lower back.
She stopped in the doorway, staring at the basin of water. "What is this?"
"Seawater."
She looked at him, confused. "Why?"
"The baby needs it." He gestured to the basin. "That's why you're sick. The cramps, the weakness, the skin⌠it's all because the pup needs something you can't give it."
She blinked at him. "How do you-"
"Sit," he said, guiding her to the edge of the tub. "Put your feet in. Every day. As long as you can stand it."
She sat slowly, still processing, and he knelt in front of her, carefully lifting her maternity dress.
Her skin was dry, cracked in places, and he clenched his jaw at the sight of it. He lifted one of her feet and lowered it into the water.
She gasped softly at the contact, then exhaled.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Good." He guided her other foot in, then sat back on his heels, watching her face.
For a moment, she just sat there, closing her eyes, breathing slowly.
Then-
"How did you know?"
He'd been expecting the question. Didn't make it easier to answer.
"Asked someone," he said.
"Who?"
"Someone who would know."
She opened her eyes, focusing on him. "Bucky."
He exhaled through his nose. "The hag at the yarn shop."
She frowned. "How would she-"
"She's not human."
That made her pause. "What?"
"She's merfolk. Half triton." He looked at the water rather than at her. "I thought... if anyone would know what a hybrid pregnancy needs, it would be someone who is one."
She was quiet for a long moment.
"You went to her," she said slowly. "Even though you can't stand each other."
"Yeah."
"That must have been..."
"Humiliating?" He twisted his mouth. "It was."
"I was going to say hard."
He shrugged, still not looking at her. "Doesn't matter. She knew the answer. That's what's important."
She reached out, brushing her fingers against his jaw, turning his face toward her. "Thank you."
"Don't." His voice was rough. "I should have figured it out myself. Should have known the pup would need-" He stopped, clenching his jaw. "I failed you."
"You didn't fail me." She brought her hand up to cup his face fully. "You found an answer. You swallowed your pride and got help. That's not failing, Bucky. That's... that's being a good partner. A good father."
He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch.
"The baby has my blood," he said quietly.
"You're not a mind reader. And you're figuring this out as you go." She stroked her thumb along his cheekbone. "We both are."
He opened his eyes, looking at her. Really looking.
She looked tired still, worn down, but there was something else in her expression now. Something softer.
Trust.
She trusted him to figure this out. To keep trying, keep learning, keep doing whatever it took to keep them safe.
Even when he felt like he had no idea what he was doing.
"How long do I need to sit here again?" she asked, wiggling her toes in the water.
"As long as you can. Ten minutes, maybe? We'll see if it helps."
She nodded, settling back against the tub. "Okay."
He stayed kneeling in front of her, one hand resting on her lower back, the other on the edge of the tub.
"Next time," she said, shifting slightly on the tub's edge, "maybe we do this in the living room? Put a towel down, set the basin there. The edge of the tub isn't exactly kind to my ass right now."
He blinked.
How had he not thought of that?
Without a word, he stood and scooped her up carefully, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back.
"Bucky!" She grabbed his shoulders, startled. "What are you-"
He carried her out of the bathroom, water dripping from her feet onto the floor, and set her gently on the couch.
"Wait here."
He went back for the basin, grabbed a towel from the linen closet on the way, and returned to the living room.
She watched, bemused, as he spread the towel on the floor in front of the couch, set the basin down carefully, then knelt again and guided her feet back into the water.
"Better?" he asked.
She settled back into the cushions with a small sigh of relief. "Much better."
He nodded, satisfied, and stayed there on the floor beside her, one hand resting on her ankle.
"She said anything else?" she asked after a moment. "The yarn lady?"
He twitched his mouth slightly. "Called me an idiot. Multiple times."
She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for going to her."
"Yeah." He looked down at the water, at her feet submerged in it. "At least she helped."
They sat there in silence for a while, the smell of the ocean filling the living room, until finally she said her feet were getting cold, and he helped her feet out, drying them carefully with a towel.
By the next morning, the cramps had eased.
By the end of the week, her skin had stopped cracking.
And Bucky made sure the basin was filled with fresh seawater every single day.
----
She felt better.
After weeks of exhaustion and pain and feeling like her body was falling apart, the salt water had fixed her. Not completely, not overnight, but enough that she could think clearly again. Enough that she could function.
And now that she could think, she was thinking too much.
She sat on the couch, feet submerged in the basin Bucky had filled that morning before leaving for work, and stared at the ceiling.
Hybrid pregnancy.
She hadn't really let herself process what that meant while she'd been sick. Hadn't had the energy to think beyond getting through each day.
But now...
Now she was thinking about it.
Bucky had told her the baby would be mostly human. That hybrids were essentially human with a few extra traits. Little things. Manageable things.
But the seawater situation had proven there were gray areas.
Things neither of them had anticipated. Things that could have gone very wrong if Bucky hadn't swallowed his pride and asked for help.
What else didn't they know?
What other complications might arise that they couldn't predict because there was no handbook for this, no medical literature, no generations of knowledge to draw from?
Bucky didn't know. He couldn't know. His people didn't raise their young, didn't stay to see what happened after birth. The males had zero involvement in child-rearing, and the females... well, they had their own customs.
She shifted on the couch, moving her hand to her belly, feeling the baby move beneath her palm.
Active today. Always active after the seawater soaks.
The baby liked it. Responded to it. Needed it.
She thought about the yarn lady. The hybrid who'd given Bucky the answer when no one else could. The one who knew what it was like to be caught between two worlds because she lived it every day.
Maybe... maybe she should go to see her too. To thank her for helping them, and to ask if there was anything else they should know. Anything else that might come up, might go wrong, might require preparation.
She deserved that much. The yarn lady. A thank you, at the very least.
And she deserved answers. They were bringing a child into the world, and they had a right to know what to expect, what to prepare for, what challenges might be waiting for them.
The baby kicked, a sharp jab against her ribs that made her wince.
"I know," she murmured, rubbing the spot. "You're restless. I get it."
She pulled her feet from the basin, dried them carefully with the towel Bucky had left folded nearby, and stood.
Her body protested, heavy and awkward and constantly off-balance, but she managed and grabbed her keys from the hook by the door.
Bucky would probably be upset that she'd driven alone, but... well. She'd deal with that when it happened.
Right now, she needed answers.
And she was tired of waiting for them to fall into her lap.
----
Behind the counter, the yarn lady looked up from her knitting.
She swept her gaze over her, lingering on her swollen belly, and something shifted in her expression. Not quite a smile, but close.
"Well," she said, setting down her needles. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
"You were?"
"Mmhmm. You used to come in regularly. Bought quite a bit of yarn before..." She flicked her eyes meaningfully to the belly. "Before that became obvious. Then you disappeared. Haven't seen you much without him hovering nearby."
She felt her cheeks warm slightly. "He worries."
The woman arched her eyebrow. "Does he, now." Her tone was flat, assessing. "He got you locked up in that cottage? You need help getting rid of him?"
"What? No!" She stepped forward quickly, raising one hand defensively. "No, nothing like that. He's... he's a good partner. Just-"
"Overprotective?"
"Yes. Exactly."
"Hmm." The yarn lady studied her for a long moment, then seemed to come to some conclusion. She gestured to a chair near the counter. "Sit. You look like you're about to tip over."
She did feel a bit unsteady. She lowered herself carefully into the chair, grateful for it.
"So," the woman said, picking up her knitting again but keeping her eyes on her visitor. "What brings you here? I'm guessing it's not yarn."
She took a breath. "I wanted to thank you. For helping us. For telling Bucky about the seawater."
"Hmm."
"It worked. I feel so much better now. The cramps stopped, my skin isn't-" She gestured vaguely. "It fixed everything."
"Good." The yarn lady's needles clicked steadily. "That's why you're here? To say thank you?"
"Partly." She shifted in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position. "But also... I wanted to ask if there's anything else. Anything else I should know. About the pregnancy. About what might happen."
The clicking stopped.
The yarn lady set down her needles and looked at her directly.
"What did he tell you about what the baby would be like?" she asked, leaning back against the wall behind the counter, crossing her arms.
"That it would be essentially human. Some⌠merfolk traits, but human enough that no one would notice unless they were looking for it."
"And you believe that?"
"Should I not?"
The yarn lady was quiet for a moment, considering.
"The seawater," she said finally. "That surprise you?"
"Yes."
"It shouldn't have. Baby's half Thal'kaari. They live in salt water. Of course, it would need saltwater." She tilted her head. "What else do you think you might not be prepared for?"
She swallowed. "The birth."
The yarn lady's expression didn't change, but something in her eyes sharpened. "What about it?"
"Bucky told me it would be mostly normal. Like a human birth. But after the water thing, I..." She trailed off, then forced herself to continue. "Is that true? Will it be normal?"
"You have a plan?"
"Go to the hospital when it's time. That's... that's the plan."
"Good." The woman nodded once, firmly. "Keep it that way. None of that water birth nonsense, no home birth with candles and mumbo jumbo, or a hippie midwife. You go to a hospital with people who know what they're doing."
"But I thought-"
"It'll be mostly like a normal birth," the older woman said, and there was an edge to her voice now. "But mostly isn't the same as completely, is it? there could be complications."
Her chest tightened. "What kind of complications?"
"The kind that needs immediate medical intervention. Hemorrhaging. Sudden blood pressure drops. You could get weak, fast, and need a transfusion. Baby could come out needing oxygen, needing monitoring. Things that are manageable in a hospital with doctors and equipment."
She felt cold suddenly.
"Things that could kill you if you're at home waiting for an ambulance," the yarn lady continued, relentless. "Or kill the baby while you're trying to figure out what's wrong."
"Bucky said-"
"He doesn't know." The words were sharp but not unkind. "He told you what he thinks is true based on what little information he has. So hospital. No exceptions. No romantic ideas about natural birth at home. You want to give yourself and that baby the best chance?"
She nodded slowly, moving her hand instinctively to her belly. "Yes."
"Then follow your plan. Anything else you want to know?"
She hesitated, then, "Is there anything else I should know?"
The woman considered that for a moment, then shrugged. "Keep up with the seawater after the baby's born. Another two months, maybe. Your body will need time to adjust back to normal requirements. Don't just stop cold once you give birth."
"Two months?"
"Give or take. You'll know when you don't need it anymore. Your body will tell you." She picked up her knitting again.
She stood carefully, bracing a hand against the chair for balance. "Thank you. Really. For all of this."
The woman didn't look up from her knitting, but her needles paused for just a moment. "Mmhmm."
"I won't take up any more of your time."
"Smart girl." The clicking resumed. "Take care of yourself. And that baby."
"I will."
She turned toward the door.
"Wait."
She looked back.
The yarn lady had set down her needles and was scribbling something on a small piece of paper. She held it out without getting up.
She crossed back to the counter and took it.
A phone number. And next to it, in neat handwriting: Marina.
"Just in case," the woman said, already picking up her knitting again.
She stared at the paper for a moment, then found the words. "Thank you."
Marina didn't respond; her attention was already back on her work.
She slid the paper carefully into her pocket and left quietly, the bell chiming softly as the door closed behind her.
Demon Priest tells one of the lost lambs of his congregation to go in peace and they thank him endlessly as they leave. The door of the confessional clicks once as it opens and clicks again at its close. A beat of silence fills the wooden box of absolution.
âNow what do you say, little dove?â Demon Priest raps in your ear, his clawed hand still tightly wrapped around your mouth.
When it slips away the first thing to fall past your lips is a cry of ecstasy as Demon Priestâs other hand keeps helping you bounce on his cock. Fat tears fall down your cheeks as he keeps you right on the edge. You donât know how long youâve been in here, having lost track of the time, drowning in the feelings coursing through you.
âThank you, Father,â you murmur, speech slurred as if drunk off his cock. Moans lewdly spill from your mouth now that youâre free to do so, your hips swiveling on his cock to best set your nerves aflame.
Demon Priest chuckles, leaning back against the confessional wall, and watching as your fat pussy eagerly sucks his cock back inside you and splitting you open on his length. He knows you two need to be quiet, the walls are nearly paper thin⌠but your sweet sounds are more divine than any choir or church bell.
âAlways so loud f-for me, fuck, angel,â Demon Priest hisses, his hips jerking forward as if trying to get as deep inside you as inhumanly possible.
You cry out loudly, tears pricking at your waterline. Heâs making you feel so fucking good you can barely take it, the pleasure too powerful. How the hell could you keep quiet? Still, your chest pinches with panic, your emotions so all over the place that your tears begin to spill over.
ââM sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you blubber out through your tears, repeating your apologizes and begging for forgiveness.
Darkness coils through Demon Priests chest, his eyes flashing and face shifting more demonically at the thought of you needing to ask for forgiveness. Youâre perfect. A precious gift that can do no wrong. His claws dig into your soft belly and his jaw clenches. In the blink of an eye heâs molding his chest to your back, growling in your ear.
âNever. Apologize,â Demon Priest snarls in your ear, jaw snapping in warning. You shiver as his words wash over you and they make you even more needy for him. âNothing you ever do could be a sin.â
His large hands wrap around your wide hips, his feet bracing on the ground, and helping him jackhammer his cock up into your sopping pussy. You can feel the truth ring in his words, showing how deeply he believes them. The realization should be concerning but instead you find your back arching into him, head rolling back onto his shoulder so he can sink even deeper along your walls.
Your orgasm builds and builds with each brutal thrust. Itâs nearly impossible to stay quiet at this point, your body no longer in your control. Everything is in Demon Priestâs nurturing hands. Your body burns hot with need, the coil in your belly sizzling and ready to snap. It only takes one more solid stroke of his cock and your vision flashes white as your pussy milks his cock for all itâs worth.
A fierce scream is on the tip of your tongue when suddenly the door to the confessional opens once more. Your heart nearly jumps into your throat and a second later Demon Priest is slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you simply canât stop. He draws you into his broad chest, rocking his hips, and helping work you through your explosive orgasm as you tremble in his embrace.
âBless me, Father, for I have sinnedâŚâ the unknown figure speaks as they sit down on the other side. A wicked grin slides across his lips and your eyes roll back in pleasure at the sight.
Demon Priest doesnât stop the slow rolling of his hips and your breath catches realizing he doesnât plan on stopping anytime soon. No, heâs gonna keep working you through each release as he talks his parishioners through each of their sins.
I know itâs not yet October but Iâve already been thinking about Jack-O-Lanterns. Do you think you can write a little something about a human being bred full of slime and pumpkin seeds? Thank you!
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Pairing: Pumpkin Monster x Female Reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding, unusual cum, restraints, a little bit of penetration with a vine
When you decided to cut through a neighboring farm to make your way to the halloween party, you didnât expect to end up here. Bent over a bale of hay with a pumpkin monster fucking your cunt in the open air.
You wish you could say you were not enjoying this but the dripping arousal and needy whines would easily say otherwise. The monster's cock is big and hard. The small glimpse you got of it let you know it was just as orange as the rest of him seemed to be. It looked more like a darker butternut squash than an actual cock. Itâs girth stretching you to your limits easily.
It seemed to be dripping some kind of juice into you. The arousal running down your thighs being tinted slightly orange. Each of his thrust makes more of your combined juices coat your inner thighs.
You should be embarrassed at the sounds coming from his cock thrusting into you but you canât be bothered with all the pleasure searing through your body.
He uses your pussy for his own enjoyment, hard thrusts that cause your ass to ripple and your knees to shake.
The pumpkin monster has vines that hold you in place, wrapped around your arms and ankles, forcing you to take everything he gives you. You arenât sure you would try to escape even if you could. No man has ever been able to make you cum so hard and so many times in a row.
He never stops his movements as you cum over and over again on his cock. You feel as if you have been here for hours, in a world of ecstasy and horror.
His thrusts speed up and he lets out an almost demonic sounding groan, the sound making your clit pulse. He slams into you completely and you feel him releasing deep in your cunt.
His release feels odd inside of you, much different than the cum you are accustomed to. His cum is thicker and more textured but still warm, almost hot. He pumps and pumps inside of you, your womb swelling full of this monster.
As he pulls out his vines retreat from around you. You straighten up and stand on shaky legs. His release drips from your cunt and you can't help but stare. There is a milky orange slime pouring out of your cunt. The slime has orange fibrous strands and seeds that flow down your legs to puddle on the ground beneath you.
The pumpkin monster lets out a sound of annoyance as he sees the puddle and you soon feel a vine working its way back up your body. The vine reaches your leaking cunt and quickly enters you, plugging you up and keeping the rest of the monster's seeds inside you.
You moan as he starts using the vine to fuck your pussy, pushing the seeds in deeper. Feeling another orgasm approaching quickly, you know you are in for a very long Halloween night and there is no chance you are making it to that party.
I fantasize about being in a breeding three way with werewolves when I ride my ten inch dildo. It would go like this in my nasty mind:
I imagine I'm walking in the woods alone, late night, i get tracked and chased like prey.
It catches up, pushes me down roughly, I'm ass and pussy up because i was a dirty slut with no panties under my skirt.
The wolf pins me down, pussy now dripping as it pushes its dick inside me with a nice slippery pop.
I whine from the large cock entering my tight pussy, it clinching down hungry on that monster dick as almost begging to milk it.
Overhearing my cries and needy moans, another comes not long after, but this ones face to face.
I look up to it, spaced out by the now fully hardened cock pounding my little pussy roughly, liquid dripping from the hole being used, it now dripping down my thighs.
It comes closer, putting its large veiny cock in my face, almost begging for my mouth.
As the other reals back before slamming balls deep in my greedy hole, my mouth falls agape and filling that new hole is that new veiny dick fucking my mouth.
I now cry and whine but no one can hear me, getting bred from both ends. I space out and who knows how long its been, now waking up on the dirt path, my clothes covered in dirt sweat and cum I'm done being used tonight. I would take more walks alone at night for now on.
Your friends had talked you into going to the arena where the monsters fought. While it didnât really interest you, you did enjoy watching the faux gladiators work out. It was a watered down version of what the Romans had done, so you werenât as opposed to it as you would have if there had been actual killing. Since there wasnât, you occasionally let your friends drag you to it. To you, this was just another boring sporting event that you tolerated for a bit of eye candy and to spend time with your friends.
âThatâs the new Orc, Yahg,â one of your friends whispered, leaning over to you as she pointed at an impressively large Orc who was stretching.
As your eyes followed her finger, you had to admit, you were much more interested now that you had seen him. He stood easily 8 feet tall, and was a wall of muscle. Old scars littered his back and his arms, and his long black hair was tied into a messy bun high on the top of his head. His dark eyes met yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
Your friend leaned closer and whispered still, âI heard that he was a warrior before the assimilation. Thatâs why heâs doing this now, because itâs the closest thing to it for him.â
You nodded along, only partially listening. Most of your focus was on the orc who smirked at you, then tapped a golden ring around one of his tusks. You wondered what it meant. During the fights, you watched as he easily took down each opponent with ease.
Large hands easily stole any weapon from hands or claws. Strong legs allow him to dart around even the faster of his competition. Strong swings knock them all to the ground.
For the first time, you genuinely found yourself cheering at one of these events, but only for him. If there was any fights that donât have him, you hardly paid attention, eyes fixed on the small entrance that allowed for him to enter and leave the arena between his fights.
âI think he keeps checking you out,â your friend squealed as Yahg came back out, his eyes quickly finding you in the crowd.
Once the final fight was over, and Yahg declared the winner, everyone was standing and cheering for him, just like you were. Your heart was pounding in your chest as his dark eyes met yours again.
He walked over to you, pointing his finger at you then holding out his palm. Your friends lost it screaming that he wanted your favor, since it was part of the experience of the event. Yahg looked at you expectantly, so you gave the only thing you could really think of that you had. A small glasses cleaner cloth you had tucked in your pocket.
His smirk returned, his ears twitching back slightly as he accepted it through the bars that separated the arena from the seats. And that was how it all started. You started going to the events nearly every week, starting to give more and more personal âfavorsâ since he always chose you. There was even a rumor circulating that the few events you didnât attend, he didnât crept a favor from anyone. The idea that he was only wanting things from you made your heart race.
After a few months, this time the favor you gave him was a slip of paper with your phone number on it. There was a confused look on his face until he opened it, then his all too familiar smirk returned. Then, he winked at you, making your friends shake you and laugh excitedly.
âHello, little human,â he murmured into the phone when he called you that night, and that was all it took.
In an hour, you were sprawled out on his bed, his sweaty, scarred body on top of you as he worked you open with his massive, calloused fingers. âSo tiny. Need to stretch you out or youâll break under me,â he groaned, as if only fingering you was bringing him physical pain, which it might have been with how desperately his cock was pulsing and the amount of pre cum dripping off of it.
âYahg,â you mewled, arching your hips up so his fingers could hit inside of you at a different angle.
The words that left his lips were filthy, and only made you clench around him more. Calling you a tight little human hole. Saying how he would break you and tear you apart if he wasnât careful. Saying how he couldnât wait to hear the way his name sounded when you screamed his name as you came with his cock buried inside of you.
Finally, just as you were about to cum from the intensity of the finger fucking, he pulled the two fingers out and began grinding against your now gaping entrance. Before you said anything else, he began easing himself inside of you, stretching you out far more than his fingers had. Luckily, the orc took pity on your small body, moving in and out of you slowly, though he ensured that he was hitting the spot inside of you that would drive you mad.
Purposefully, he kept you on the cusp of cumming, wanting to feel you continue to writhe under and pulse around him. Even as he finally pushed as deeply as he could inside of you, stuffing your eager hole with his cum, he refused to give any additional stimulation to send you over the edge.
âGive me a few more times, little human, then Iâll make you cum,â he chuckled, looking down at your tear streaked, pathetic face with an affectionate gaze.
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Okay, but getting a summoning circle tattoo around your cunt so that they can slide in whenever they want
Just a permanent one that demons can hop to whenever they feel like, and immediately have their cock buried inside me. Both a convenient sort of portal and a free-use 24/7 human fleshlight - seems like a win-win to me!
Then I can almost constantly have a cock (or two, or more) inside me, always different shapes and sizes⌠keeps things interesting
I knew something was wrong when I woke up naked in my bed. A faint sting around my pussy made me sit up in horror. What had happened?
I saw it when I looked down, inspecting my lower regions. Strange signs were tattoed in a circle around my cunt and asshole.
âWhat the fuckâ, I whisper to myself - but then the fucking began. I felt a warm presence at my pussy and looked down. The tip of a cock nudged my entrance. I couldnât see it, but I could certainly feel it.. I jerked back, trying to evade it, but nothing worked. I jumped up, tried to leave the room but the cock still nudged further into me, breaching my pussy lips, lodging itself into my warmth.
I moaned at this. The cock got thicker, and it definitely wasnât shaped like a normal cock, either. There were bumps and ridges on it. I let out a squeak when it started fucking me in earnest, pulling out all the way before slamming back in.
I couldnât escape it and now pleasure was starting to take over my body. I bend myself over my desk, the wet sounds of the cock in my pussy drove me insane.
âUh, uh, uhâ, were the only sounds I could make. I came twice on this strange cock before it slammed all the way into me. Something big nudged my opening and with horror I realized that this cock would knot me. And it did.
The knot slipped into my pussy, making me moan, before thick spurts of cum flooded my insides, making me come again.
âShitâ, I swore when I saw the time. I was late for work already. I couldnât do anything besides getting ready and going into work.
The cock was still inside me, the knot holing the cum in. It slipped out by the time I took my lunch break. I thought this was it, this was a one time thing.
But as I went back into work, something hot pushed against my ass and I knew that this was my fate. Cock after cock fucked my ass and pussy for the rest of the day. I came so many times my coworkers noticed that something was off with me.
But it wasnât over. The cocks kept fucking me at random times from then on.
Sometimes I wake up with a thick cock in my ass or pussy. Sometimes thereâs a cock making itâs way into me while I go grocery shopping. They always come in the end, regardless of the hole. Sometimes there are knots, sometimes there arenât.
I lost count of how many loads I took. Iâm sure whatever the things are that are fucking me, theyâre not from this side of reality.
Roaming the streets at night⌠hoping to run into a vampire.
Sy: Now whatâs a pretty little thing like yourself doinâ out here all alone?
You: Youâre a vampire?
Sy: Wh- what do you know about vampires darlinâ?
You: Iâm looking for one. I have waaay too many books on my tbr to finish in a lifetime. I just need you to turn me.
Sy: Lemme get this straight you wantâ
You: Did I stutter? Look if you wonât do it Iâll findâ
Sy: What do I get in return?
You: What do you want?
Sy: Well I am lonely⌠Can I come home with you?
You: So Iâll get vampirism, time to read my books, a hot vampire man, and some sex? Yeah. Letâs go.
The night ends with Sy on top of you, deep inside you, biting your neck just as you orgasm. Sy helps you through the change, and before itâs over you love one another deeply. The two of you spend the rest of your eternity together, mainly in your huge library, cuddle up as you read.
Sy has actually been scouring online vampire message boards for years in an attempt to find a lady friend to spend forever with but they all wanted a big scary vampire to participate in 50 shades of kinky kink when what all Sy really wanted was someone to give head and back scritches while he uses her thighs as a pillow.
I find the concept of leaving the window open as an invitation for a monster to fuck me in my sleep incredibly hot.
I think about leaving the window open at night while I masturbate, naked in my bed with a fake cock pumping in and out of my cunt, cute totally-not-fake-definitely-not-putting-on-a-show gasps and moans echoing into the night. The scent of need wafting through the open window and faint sounds of masturbation my calling card for any monsters nearby.
I think about âaccidentallyâ tiring myself out so much I fall asleep atop the covers like that, limbs splayed out like a starfish with the dildo stuffed to the base in my cunt. Anyone could see the slutty mess I left myself in and invite themselves in, at this point it seems almost like an open invitation. But who would reach me on the third floor?
I think about my monster showing up in the dead of night, clamoring through the open window silently and with ease. Oftentimes itâs a werewolf or demon, other times itâs an alien or bundle of curious tentacles not from this reality. They take my sleeping form in, and tut at the stupidity of the human in front of them, thinking they could just leave themselves like this with the window open and think living on the third floor bought them any safety from beings like them.
Still, itâs a tantalizing sight. If they didnât hear me, they could definitely smell me from miles away. And after seeing me sound asleep with a large toy stuffed in my cunt, well, they just have to fuck me. How could they leave such easy, needy prey alone? Clearly I needed to be bred.
They inspect me, feeling out my form to find me dead asleep, sniffing my crotch and tugging on the toy to find me still delightfully sensitive. They play with it, play with the toy in my cunt, pulsing it in and out as their dick grows hard at the sight and sound of the toy fucking me in my sleep, little gasps accompanying it. They think it would be all too easy to remove the toy and swap it out for their dickâand they do, finding my cunt has been prepped by the toy to fit them perfectly.
They pull out the toy and sink into me slowly. I whimper in my sleep from the feeling of their hot cock lodging itself in my cunt. It feels so good, and Iâm just so helpless sleeping underneath them. They begin to grind into me, slowly picking up speed as they feel my cunt grow even wetter and they hear my little gasps and moans get louder. Soon theyâre fucking me in earnest, not caring if I rouse from sleep or not to see them use my body like this. Sometimes I do, Iâm aware but I donât want them to stop, so I either stay in my half asleep state or wake up fully so they can hear me pleading them not to stop, how it feels so good, how I want them to cum in me so bad. Sometimes I donât, their ministrations fueling a wild wet dream not too dissimilar from the reality of the monster fucking me asleep in my own bed that only makes me double my moans as the sensations from the dream become startling real. Either way, the result is always the same.
Both our peaks build until finally they slam into me deep, feeling my cunt tighten around their cock as they spurt thick ropes of cum into my depths and bring me to full orgasm. They cum for what feels like forever, still not stopping their movements as theyâre determined to fuck their seed into my womb. If they possess a knot (they often do) this is where they pop it into my cunt, causing me to moan again as they fill me with thick cum until my belly visibly pooches, the knot tugging deliciously on my hole as they thrust. The feeling of them still fucking me with my cunt filled to the brim with their seed sends aftershocks throughout my body until I feel my orgasm come again.
They keep fucking their seed into me until they go soft and slip out. I want to whine but before I do, they take the dildo and force it into my cunt to the base and then some, plugging up my cunt. I moan loudly at being filled again. âKeep this safe for me til morning, okay?â They whisper in my ear wickedly, patting my pooched naked belly, sharp teeth glittering in the moonlight as they take their leave.
I do what they say, because why wouldnât I? I always wake up so full and warm, cum leaking down my leg as I stand and the desire from the previous night finally satiated.
And I know I will be doing this again every night from now on, curious and aroused by what all manner of monsters may come through my window at nightâmaybe even multiple in a single night, if Iâm lucky and word spreads.
Your tentacle monster wants you on all fours tonight. You accommodate it but warn that you wonât be able to stay like that for long with it fucking you. It helps you into position, spreading your legs and pressing down on your lower back so youâre ass up in invitation. It caresses your skin, and you shiver. A soft moan escapes you as its slick tentacles encircle your waist. Some of the tendrils inch up to your chest, toying with your nipples, while still overs slide down to tease your clit.
You groan but the sound is muffled by a thick tentacle pressing in past your lips. The taste of it is familiar. Your mouth waters as it pushes in deeper; thereâs a corresponding wetness in your pussy as it clenches around nothing.
Soon, the monster soothe you as arch back against it, presenting your ass and cunt. You want it inside you so badly. Still, you quieten, focusing on the tentacle inside your mouth. You rock forward in an attempt to take it deeper and your monster soon obliges. Before long, itâs fucking your mouth, making your jaw ache.
It feels so good. The smaller tentacles are curling around your aching nipples, teasing them to where youâd smart out in protest if your mouth werenât already full.
Youâre lost in a haze of pleasure. You almost donât notice the tentacles moving around to your rear. And thenâŚ
Fuck, and thenâŚ
A thick tentacle slips inside your drenched cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head. Your arms and legs go weak, and threaten to give out under you. Itâs only the tentacles around your waist that keep you in position. The tentacle starts to fuck you, keeping pace with the one in your mouth. Itâs almost too much. You close your eyes and listen to the sounds you and the monster make together. Your muffled grunts and moans. The wet sound of your pussy being pounded.
You cum then.
Itâs so intense but then, it always is with your monster. The tentacle in your mouth slips free and you whine in protest. It doesnât last long. Before you can open your eyes again, you feel another tentacle sliding along your parted lips. You accept in eagerly.
Thatâs when a slick tentacle presses in between your ass cheeks. The tentacle that had spent the last minutes fucking your mouth has circled round to press against your puckered entrance. Between your spit and its own slick, the tentacle slips in easily. You scream.
Youâre so full. You want more. Hungrily, you suck on the tentacle in your mouth while you fuck back against the tentacles in your ass and pussy. You want them to come inside you, to fill you up with their seed. And then you want the next set of tentacles to fuck it all in deeper.
Almost as though it could read your mind, your monster picks up its pace. You can feel the tentacles thickening inside you.
Soon.
The tentacles pump into you in tandem. One thrust. Another. Another, and⌠you almost choke on the amount of cum it spurts down your throat. You swallow it eagerly, even as some inevitably escapes from the corners of your mouth. You can feel cum leaking down the back of your thighs, and moan in protest. You want it inside you.
Slowly, the tentacles retreat. The ones around your waist slowly lower you down onto your bed. The mattress is soaked. Despite the tiredness that licks at you, you grumble in protest at being let go.
âStay,â you mumble.
The monster brushes your hair out of your face with one tentacle. Itâs a surprisingly tender gesture. You open your mouth in invitation. The tentacles at your ass and cunt gather the cum that had escaped you and begin rubbing it into your skin. Soothing.
And thatâs how you fall asleep. One tentacle filling up your lax mouth, while the others gently caress your body, making sure no one could mistake who you belong to.
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