#bloodbride

[goosebuermps]

💋🎃 Kinktober 🎃💋

Day 10. Breeding / / Lactation kink-ish

Deimos x Bride

OC x OC, Durge x …Bride

The bride belongs to @utrennyaya 😌🤌✨

⚠️NSFW⚠️ CW below the cut.

CW: Explicit language, sexual activity, breeding kink, blood, mentions of injury

He groans, deep and guttural, animalistic and pounds into her hot little cunt. His large hand grasping her hips digging his claws in, she giggles. Bell-chimes to his ears. An ethereal creature, sent from the goods to drive him to insanity.

He looks down upon his love, a most gracious boon she has allowed him to have her in such a way. Thighs spread to accommodate his large size, legs wrapped around him urging and controlling his thrusts.

Her delicate little hands grasping tightly to his forearms, sharpened claws digging into his flesh, his blood pools and running darker crimson rivulets to his wrists and hands. It is most adoring.

His eyes shine with worshipfully obsession and he grins down to her lovingly. She bestows another angelic laugh to him.

“Puppy…” she purrs and he groans again, hips forgetting their place and starts to frantically fuck his cock into her heat. Oh but he is her puppy, her loyal dog, how he’s begs and laps at her feet ever grateful to be allowed in her presence.

Her breast catch his attention. Bouncing to his thrusts, a blood splatter has collected onto and erect nipple. Almost as if she was lactating.

Oh…

Now isn’t that a thought.

A breeding stud, fucking into his brood mare. His hips stutters but resumes pace just as quick. No. A breeding stud only useful for the seed in his sack. Only to be used by his goddess, tied and bound, cock ready and waiting. And he would be used and used and used until it took.

After his rotten seed had taking root in her sacred womb. Yessss. To breed his wife till she was round with their unnatural spawn. Barefoot, heavy with their babe. With breasts full and bursting, dripping rivulets of her mothers milk.

“Ahhhhh, yes yes yes… wifewifewifewife. Make her heavy, make her round.”

A beautiful little giggle answer’s his rambling.

[cringeypup]

bloodbride by @bloodivine

[papermonkeyism]

Today my brain has decided to dig up this one sky pirate fantasy setting that I originally made back in the rough equivalent of highschool in early 2000s. Again.

Like, I keep abandoning it and throwing it in trash, but brain keeps coming back to it every now and then, usually whenever I feel like wings would be fun thing to draw.

I do NOT need a large ensemble cast to work on right now, thankyouverymuch! I want to do smaller stories for once, brain, please. No? Screw you, brain.

Although, I think I just had a breakthrough with the captain character! He's been a huge problem for me for a looooooong time. Started out as a generic protagonist-type deal; young-ish straight white dude, with blond hair, small goatee and smirk(tm), who's one unique(tm) quirk was that he was slightly short for a dude. That smirk was basically his entire personality. I can blame part of that on my best friend at the time who was straight, who I asked for design help, but honestly most of it was my own hangups on what protagonist(tm) should be and how to "design" one. Funny how I had trouble designing a generic straight dude...

Anyway! He got later (2012-ish? I think?) merged with another character that I felt was parallel enough, who had a goal, and an interesting dynamic with this rogue older woman character who technically owned his ship, but the original captain character was so ingrained and and strongly defined in my brain (with the straight-smirk(tm)) that he just overwhelmed the characteristics that came with the merge that I still just couldn't break him out of the mold.

Turns out the way to make me interested in the character was to make him queer! Shocking. It started kind of as a joke, but I gave him boobs and suddenly whatever it was that kept my brain trapped with the mental image of strait-dude-protagonist(tm) just vanished. Whistling Devoran is free! (might change his name, not sure. I wasn't supposed to be serious about this setting, it just keeps following me) Nobody will ever mention it in story, but it's a nice, visual detail that's enough to entirely change the way the character feels to me. He's also officially ace now.

Also I think I'll give him one eye. For reasons.

[papermonkeyism]

Thank yous! That's actually kind of a relief to hear. One of those things when you write in one language, and then have to translate it, while you don't have the same... Ear? For the second language.

In Finnish the ship's name is Verimorsian, and I was kinda fearing all the edge would disappear once you removed the Rs, haha! English R is so soft and round.

[papermonkeyism]

I cannot believe I'm actually liking Dude McSmirkface now. Just needed a pair of tits (and a story/personality from another character) as mentioned in this post from earlier today.

Here's his original form, by the way. From the year 2005. With his original crew, only half of which still exist.

I dunno, I guess I'm feeling weirdly nostalgic today.

[papermonkeyism]

The sky pirate idea seems really interesting! Just a quick thoght; would the sky pirates keep frigatebirds as pets? Cause you know, frigatebirds are often referred to as aerial pirates.

Thanks! Not sure if in this setting. Maybe! They probably wouldn't look 100% like real frigatebirds, though.

This particular setting isn't completely earth-like. Like, things are similar, but slightly off. Imagine you have basic domestic cats, but they come with flying squirrel skin flaps, sort of thing, and that's just how cats work in this world.

[papermonkeyism]

Uh, the pose came out a little awkward, I have a love-frustration relationship with those wings, and the anatomy isn’t awkward enough but anyway… My oldest technically still existing character, originally named Volcan, a cursed individual of a hunted race of winged humanoids from this fantasy world of mine that has magic and flying ships and sky pirates. I didn’t have a habit of dating my art back when I created the dude, but it was sometime at least about sixteen-ish years ago I think.

I still occasionally return to play in the world (despite throwing it to trash multiple times it always comes back and just. Refuses. To. Die) and I kind of want to do stories about this one pirate crew that includes this particular character, but I created them originally as a teenager, and BOY I need to revamp SO MUCH of the world and specially characters to stop cringing at most of them. (why are they all straight white dudes? With sly, sarcastic smirks? With tragic backstories that are either not actually tragic at all or don’t actually affect the character at all? And why on earth do I have an Evil ™ race? I don’t like Evil ™ races, why did I ever make one (oh, yeah, it was because every fantasy book I ever read had Evil ™ races in it and I needed A: remorseless cannon fodder that other characters could kill and still be perfectly morally good and perfect or B: the Only Good One Ever, the drizzt do'urden individual. I may or may not have Opinions (yes may). I mean that kind of characters can be fun and empowering to read about and stuff -Drizzt did used to be my favourite back as a teenager- but judging an entire race as irredeemable bad guys goes against all my values and logic.)

So much changes need to be made to just make the old characters interesting for me to write about. Or just swap the characters out completely. A lot has been changed already, but there’s still things that need work to stop me from flinging myself offboard of boredom if I ever want to really get to write any stories about them.

But, uh. Hi there, old buddy, long time no see. My goodness you’re getting near old enough to drive.

[misfits-alley]

The Dearg Due: Ireland's Bride of Blood

Continuing our "Dark Irish Lore" series, we return to the haunting tale of the Dearg Due ("Red Blood Sucker") – Ireland's own vampire legend born from tragedy and vengeance. 👰‍♀️🩸

Beneath her mesmerizing beauty lies a story of profound sorrow. Beloved by a poor young man, she was forced by her father to marry a sadistic, wealthy chieftain who coveted her beauty as a possession. Locked away in his estate, she suffered daily cruelties while her true love mourned helplessly outside the walls.

As her spirit broke, so did her body. She died of a broken heart – but her rage couldn't be contained by the grave. On the first full moon after her burial, she emerged with supernatural strength, her first victims being her father and husband. Their blood restored her beauty, but awakened an unquenchable thirst. 💔🌕

Now she wanders the night, using her ethereal appearance to lure men, particularly those who mistreat women, before draining them dry. The only protection against her? Placing stones on her grave in a practice called "cairning" – each stone representing a prayer that might keep her bound. 💃

Local folklore warns that she's most powerful on the anniversary of her death, when even the heaviest stones might not contain her fury. 🪨