Taking your werebunny’s aching cock into your hand, stroking it until he’s crying out for your pussy.
“P-please, please… wanna breed, wanna be inside!”
He’s so desperate, his warm, red cock bobbing and begging to be inside of you. It’s been so long since he’s had a mate, his last one had never let him sink his cock into her…
As soon as he was in your pussy, he rutted agaisnt you like a wild animal, whining as he babbled out ‘thank you’s and pleas for you to keep going…
“D-don’t stop, g-gotta fill you up… gonna have my litter…”
Your bunny mate had an incredibly high libido, having way more stamina than you. At the end of the mating session, you were left a drooling mess, you cunt clenching around nothing when he pulled out to snuggle you.
Soft purrs filled the air as he quickly shielded you with his body, nibbling softly on your cheek.
“Mmph… my pretty little mate, I can’t wait until you’re heavy with our young…”
Nectar - Astarion x Pregnant Fem!Reader nsfw One-Shot
18+ Minors DNI
A/N: Astarion makes love to his pregnant wife in the sun. That's it, that's the plot.
(also my first time attempting smut).
Tags/warnings: fem!reader, pregnant reader, pregnancy kink, pregnancy sex, breeding kink, oral sex (fem receiving), PiV sex, praise kink, body worship, super light teasing, extremely soft astarion, fluff, ooey-gooey lovey-dovey porn. also vampires can purr now bc I say so.
Word count: ~ 2500
The sweet smell of sun-warmed grass tickles your nose as you stir from your half-sleep. The leaves of the tree you were resting under rustled in the breeze, shimmering filtered sunlight over your resting spot. The warmth of the day had lulled you into a deep state of relaxation, the background melody of birds singing and insects buzzing almost hypnotic. Your upper half was comfortably shadded under the tree while your lower half was basking in the gentle sunlight. A thick blanket had been laid out underneath you, and a few throw pillows from inside had even been brought outside to maximize your comfort. Under your head, at your sides, a couple tucked under your hips and lower back. You needed all the comfort you could get now that you were in your seventh month of pregnancy. The novel you had been reading was now perched on your belly, forgotten about for now. Astarion, meanwhile, was resting in his favorite spot: between your legs.
His head lays at the apex of your thigh, nestled where it met your hip. His cool face was pressed against the swell of your belly - one arm snaked under a plush thigh. His other arm reaches up to cup the side of your belly. He's practically using you as a pillow, but you can't complain.
He had asked to cuddled up against you so sweetly - "May I, love? You're just so terribly soft, so lovely..." mumbled into your skin as he climbed into your lap like a cat.
You could hardly say "no" after that. His cold body provided a delightful contrast to the summer heat. A palm rests alongside the curve of your stomach, and the fingers of his other hand delicately run up and down your inner thigh, occasionally stopping to dig ever-so-slightly into the abundance of your flesh. You feel one of his pointed ears pressed into the lower curve of your belly, listening to the lifesong coming from within you: The double heartbeats of his wife and baby.
You look down and see the curve of your belly rising and falling gently with your breath, his head tucked up just to the side of your bump. You reach down and pet his hair, fingers winding around his curls. You feel him smiling against you. His hands continue to roam up and down your legs, nose nuzzling into your stomach. One hand wanders down under the short heam of your sundress to gently grope the cheek of your ass. "Ah! Naughty..." You scold him. He responds only with a satisfied hum to your belly.
You can't help but indulge him like this, though. He couldn't get enough of your body ever since it started growing to accommodate your little one. It had stared as a point of pride that he had simply managed to get you pregnant at all. But the more you began to show, the more reverent his gaze and touch became.
"Only you could make the impossible possible like this, my love. You were always full of surprises," he'd say, hands exploring your new curves. "And I must say this is one of my favorites you've sprung on me thus far."
He's always touching you - keeping a hand on the small of your back as you brush your hair in the mirror or coming up behind you to wrap his arms under your belly. The moment any insecurities around your changing body are brought up, he strikes them down immediately.
"I forbid you to feel ashamed at how beautifully your body is growing, darling. That's our baby you're growing. You're stunning, my love. A vision."
Astarion was still ever himself as always, though. One morning, you had dragged your tired frame out of bed before him and started padding your way over to the closet when you heard a snort come from under his breath. You turned around to see him watching you from bed, hand pressed over his mouth and failing to contain his laughter. After shooting him a very confused look he managed to compose himself.
"Oh, my little love," he said almost apologetically. "You um," he cleared his throat and looked a bit nervous, and perhaps for the first time ever, lost for words. "You have a...a bit of a waddle to your step, darling," he said as diplomaticly as possible as he made his way over to you.
You were seriously contemplating throwing the nearest shoe at him when he quickly added, "And it's absolutely adorable," he presses a kiss to your forehead, soothing the fury that was quickly rising up in you.
A sudden kick elicits a groan from you, and you rub over the sore spot. Astarion shifts and lifts his head from your thigh, rolling on his stomach to splay his hands out over your belly. He stares up at you from between your legs. "Are you alright, my dear?" He asks while watching you carefully for any signs of more pain. You stretch lazily and smile at him. His concern for you tugs on your heartstrings.
"You're incredible." He held you and cooed sweet nothings in your ear as he wiped away the angry tears. "My little miracle maker, creating life from unlife." He kisses you until you stop sniffling.
"The sway of your step just shows how strong you are, my love. Strong enough to carry our precious little dhampir, my brilliant girl." Eventually, after a long massage session, all was forgiven.
"Hmm. Are you still comfortable, darling? We can always go back inside if you'd like." His fingers make cold soothing circles on your warm belly, and suddenly, the desire pooling between your legs feels unbearable.
"Yes, my heart. Just some kicking." He lifts your dress up and over the curve of your belly, exposing it to the sun. He traces the stretchmarks on your lower belly with his fingertip. The contrast of the sun's warmth on your sensitive skin and his cool fingers tracing over where your taut skin has stretched to grow and give and make way for your baby feels heavenly.
The sensation sends off unexpectedly strong sparks all over your body before you know it you're already breathy. "Ahhh- Astarion!" He smiles and presses kiss after kiss on your bump. You gasp softly, your desire overflowing quickly as you find yourself increasingly sensitive to his touch.
"Oh...No, I'm alright to stay out out here for now," you mumble to him, a bit breathless. "I'm enjoying the sun." He buries his face just under your swell, inhaling deeply where your thighs meet. "Good girl, let me take care of you."
He nuzzles his nose along the thin waistband of your underwear. You breathe deep as you feel him hold a kiss over the thin wet line forming over your panties. His open mouth teases you, lips and tongue prodding and tugging at sensitive puffy flesh. Both his hands come up to cup your ass and hold you to him as he kisses you impossibly deeper through your soaked panties. His hands run down your legs, catching on your ruined undergarments and pulling them down to discard them. He gently parts your thighs as he leans back to admire you.
"Beautiful," he mutters to himself like a prayer. "So beautiful..." He's staring down at you through hooded eyes, his pupils so blown out with just you can hardly see the red there anymore. That predatory vampiric gaze that would normally prelude a bite to your neck. Instead, he drinks you in every other way that he can. Touching, smelling, tasting you. He massages the heel of his palm over your puffy mons, drawing out long pleasured cries of his names. His hand comes down to cup your sex, playing with your pussy teasingly. The drawn-out lazy motions already have you crying out.
"Oh my sweet girl," he coos as he leans foreword, carefully hovering over you and gently kissing you. Grounding you. The hormones coursing through your body already have you panting and shaking. "Use your words. Tell me what you need." You catch your breath, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and grounding yourself in his scent. "You. Need you. Please, make me feel good."
He kisses you deeply before trailing kisses from your mouth down your neck. He moves to your chest, kissing over where your heart pounds against the skin. He gently cups your tender breast, aching badly these days. He nuzzles and kisses them delicately. Finally, he slows down over your bump again. He grabs you by your thighs and hooks them up on his shoulders. You look down at him and see his ruby eyes disappear under your belly. Not being able to see him added to your anticipation.
You gasp as you feel his cool, flat tongue give a long, lazy lick up your slit. It feels like pleasantly cool water refreshing your overheated core as he laps again and again, his pace excruciatingly slow. You try to control your breath and clutch at the blanket below you as he indulges in you, but your body is buzzing with euphoria. You attempt to buck your hips against his face despite the added weight on your pelvis. He wraps his forearms around your thighs and pulls you to him, kissing you deeply over your clit before resuming his meal, feasting even deeper.
He groans, relishing in your taste, as his head works up and down, over and over again - pressing the flat of his tongue over you with a little more pressure each time. You let out a high-pitched keen and felt your pussy spasm desperately around nothing. You were shocked at how close you already felt to the edge.
"Remember to breathe, darling." He mumbles cheekily, one hand coming up to rub up the side of your hip. Your hand finds his, and your fingers intertwine. He's decided you've had enough teasing, and you cry out again as he presses his mouth fully into you. His tongue slots into your aching pussy, nose buried in your clit and his brow rest gently against your swollen mons. He lets out a deep groan of satisfaction as he nuzzles his nose and mouth into you, collecting your nectar. You try to control your breathing as you whine and moan and squeeze his hand as he holds you steady.
You can feel him grinding his pelvis into the ground, clearly needy for his own stimulation, but he remains focused solely on you. The pained groans from his throat suddenly evolve into deeper growls and then a rumbling from within his chest. He presses his tongue flat against you, dragging it along you again and again, so deliciously slow each time you try and escape from the feeling, but he holds you through the overstimulation. His grinding becomes more urgent. He suckles at your clit and you cry out a long strangled moan as your legs clamp down around his head, your inner thighs rubbing his sensitive ears.
Deep vampiric purrs resonate out from his chest and travel up his throat. You can feel the vibrations running from him to you, his pleasure spurring on your own. He pushes two fingers inside you and pumps them in and out rhythmically while sucking your clit in time. It's too much, and the only way you can maintain your breathing is keen and cry out each breath. Your cries feed his purring in a feedback loop, making them stronger and threatening to topple you over.
His fingers curl upwards inside you, and the combination of sensations finally does you in. Pulse after intense pulse rapidly throbs through your overstimulated pelvic muscles, contracting around Astarion's fingers as you ride it out. You wail as he continues to hold the suction over your clit as you cum, intensifying your orgasm. Jolts of ecstacy lance through your belly and spread out to the rest of your body in waves. Your head spins, your nipples tingle at the slightest friction from your dress, and when you close your eyes, you see bursts of color. The almost painfully intense throbbing in your core tappers out into fluttering pulses, a puddle of slick having pooled underneath you.
Your head lolls back and you gulp down air, legs shaking as Astarion gives you a few more licks for good measure. Once you ride out your orgasm he kisses you, checking on you to make sure you're not hurt. You nod through your post-orgasm haziness that you're alright. More than alright, really.
"Darling," Astarion groans as if he's in pain, palming at the tent in his pants. "Can I finish inside you? Please, I need to be inside you, love."
You smile and begin to move to your side, already supported by your many cushions. He guides you into position, laying on your side with a pillow under your belly. Your dress is fully pushed up, laying yourself bare before him. Astarion pulls out his cock and you feel the precum dripping on your thighs as he lifts your leg gently. He carefully lines himself up with your slick entrance and pushes himself in. He leans foreword and shudders but holds your leg steady, his other hand never leaving your belly.
He groans your name like a prayer, moving in short, fast thrusts as he quickly falls apart. He mutters incoherently in his bliss.
"Sweet girl, my sweet girl. So good to me, having my baby. My love, all mine."
He loses his pace, and his thrusts become choppy. His brows furrow together, and his fangs peak out from his upper lip as he lets go. He calls out your name as he cums, and you feel his release throbbing deep within you, drawing a few more spasms out of your sensitive pussy and making you both moan.
With the both of you now breathless he pulls out gently, cum leaking all over your thighs. He kisses your ankle as he gently lays your leg back down. Astarion moves to lay behind you and wraps his arms around your taut middle. He nestles in close, listening to your heartbeat slow down from your lovemaking. Your hand finds his, and you lace your fingers together again. As you begin to dift off into semi-consciousness, Astarion scoops you up effortlessly despite your pregnant frame. He smiles to himself, thinking he has the whole world in his arms.
cw: omegaverse, "lion pride" au, breeding kink. (This was in my drafts and clearly intended to be longer, but fuck it.)
"Ah, Nik--"
Price gripped the bed sheets in shaking fists, but they do little to anchor him. His clothes lay scattered around the door, leaving his freckled skin, with its array of scars on full display, the well-toned muscles of his back flexing as he tried to brace himself against the rough movement of his body. The dark tips of his hair plastered to his forehead, stormy blue eyes struggling to stay open as they rolled back, overwhelmed.
"Ah, fuck--Nik--"
Beads of sweat rolled down the valley of his body, pooling in the crevices, his breathy pants high and tight as the alpha above him growled. His rock hard cock drew back briefly, the noise obscene, wet, lewd, before plunging back into his cunt with a wet squelch, pushing puffy lips wide around a truly formidable girth that left him teetering on the brink.
"Da, John, mmm, so good, dorogoy..."
Cum and slick soak their thighs, the slap of Nik's heavy balls against his slit loud beneath their pants and moans. This was the fifteenth time Nik had bred John so far, and he was so, so wet, his aching body desperate for his alpha's cock despite enjoying it so many times so far, cunt clenching around every hard thrust, pooling molten pleasure in his gut. He can barely squeeze, his muscles already exhausted from the stretch, the obscene amount of cock pushed into his body as Nik's hips hit his arse.
Nik had scented John's pre-heat that morning and had gone into rut a few hours later, dragging his omega into his quarters for the next two days to be split open on his cock and knot, load after load filling his womb until it took. Nik had pushed him through his first orgasm on his tongue and fingers, Price with his chest on the bed and his hips up as he was now, Nik's thick fingers plunging into him, sometimes replacing or accompanying his tongue as he feasted on the taste of his omega in heat, stroking the slippery swell of his cock at the top of his slit.
Nik leaned over, pushing Price's knee further out and somehow sinking even deeper on the next hard thrust. There was a pop of resistance in Price's abdomen that whited out his vision, his mouth falling open in a noiseless cry. Nik held his cock there, rocking slowly as Price shuddered through his peak. Nik's knot swelled, coaxed fuller by the throbbing squeeze of John's cunt milking his shaft. Nik cupped a hand beneath Price's lower belly, feeling his cockhead through the firm wall of his abdomen, as he let himself fall into his orgasm.
Pulse after thick pulse filled his pliant mate, his low groans of bliss like music to Nik's ears; seed gratefully accepted by a fit, formidable omega that would create beautiful, strong cubs. Cum leaked through the tight seal of John's body around him, coating shivering thighs, overwhelmed by the heat and volume of Nik's claim. Nik curled around his love and pulled him onto his side.
"Fuh-fuck, so fuckin' much... ya fil'fy bastard..." John whispered, eyes closing as Nik licked his neck lazily, warm palm cupping his belly with slow caresses. He was in bliss, basking in the afterglow, the dull, aching gratification of being mated by an alpha that matched him.
Nik only hummed, planning to turn John on his back for a slow, hard mating press. He wasn't being loud enough yet.
No cuz I’ll be obsessed with first time! fics, cuz yeah…
IMAGINE trusting yourself to oh so sweet bf/hubby König…Man is so gigantic everywhere! But it’s gonna be okay, because he shushes all out with his sewer sweet “maus, liebe, shatz” and surprisingly gentle touch for someone his size, oh how much he wants to crawl under your skin!
And what about Nikto…oh, he’s as nervous as you are! But he tries not to show it and he totally hopes you don’t notice how he swells even bigger as he sees red-ish liquid covering his base as he starts moving (totally would stop and make everything better if you’re in pain tho!)
And both of them kissed away your worries for hours, telling you that you definitely cannot get pregnant from just one time! so why even bother with a barrier between you?
baeee i love this actually
i ended up just yapping and kinda went off tangent so forgive meee also that photo u added is so cute i love it lolol
virgin könig !! he was always the odd one out growing up so he never had any girlfriends when he was younger. even as a young adult, he struggled when it came to dating women. he'd been approached, given attention from people who wanted to sleep with him, but he could never push away the anxiety that would eat at him before he even got his clothes off.
it never felt right with anyone.
as he got older, he stopped trying altogether. work took priority and whatever chances still came his way, he didn't bother entertaining them.
you were an unexpected variable in his life, and the soft romantic buried deep inside of him sometimes wonders if it was fate.
and maybe it is, because even though your own eyes mirror that same anxiousness könig knows so well, when he has you on your back, his thick cock hard against your stomach, his own shame doesn't come to gnaw at him as it had in the past. instead, the need to comfort you and ease your worries takes over.
will it fit? won't it hurt? what about protection? will you pull out?
so many questions that he ignores, choosing to pepper your face with kisses and murmur small reassurances until you relax beneath him.
and as much as he wants to ram himself inside of you, he takes his time. watches your face as he touches you, trying to gauge what feels best for you. he's clumsy, but the effort is there.
probably cums quickly once he's inside…. but seeing it leak out of you turns him on so badly he's ready to go again.
genuinely doesn't think you'll get pregnant on your first night together ("what would be the odds of that?") but then to his own surprise, he starts hoping…
orrrr..
nikto, who had been considered quite handsome so he didn't have much of an issue picking up someone to sleep with!! but after getting tortured and disfigured, he hasn't even bothered to put himself out there. he knows how he has become — who he has become. he is not the same man as he once was.
you entering his life was a feat in itself, but you loving him feels like a miracle.
rough body, a rougher personality to match, yet you embraced it all. how lucky is he that you see him as worthy enough to give your first time to.
having not been with anyone in so long, he worries that it'll show in his performance. keeps the lights dim and his mask on because he's not ready to completely bare himself to you; the vulnerability of it all makes his chest tight. still, he does his best to be gentle with you, but its hard when you're laid out on the bed, soft and nervous.
when you meekly ask about using a condom, he scoffs quietly. says it's too late to start worrying about that stuff now, already pulling you closer before the thought can linger.
nikto just want to feel you around him… to finally sink into your warmth and cum deep inside.
honestly, might struggle to finish because a part of him is anxious, though you wouldn't be able to tell. to you, he's nothing but confident and in control. he ends up being rougher than he means to be before he reminds himself to take it easy on you.
the frustration at himself burns but he knows he has the stamina to keep going anyway — he always does. he'll make use of it now to make sure you're fucked out of your mind. wants to ensure that you have an unforgettable first time... wants to set the bar so damn high that you'll never bother to seek anyone else out but him.
after you've cum for the nth time and he's thoroughly filled you up, you bring up getting a plan b, still worried about getting pregnant. brushes you off with a dismissive "you worry too much," pulling you into his chest to hold you until you doze off.
Omg i just love your first fan fic definitely needs a part 2 maybe where bunny reader finds out that they actually got pregnant with mr.wolf and reader is just so confused but he decides to tell mr.wolf the news and mr.wolf is just watching t.v when bunny reader comes in and wolf is just so horny that he drags bunny reader to their room and do the cha-cha but this is just an idea write you're fan fiction how you want to write it
hellooo nonnie ! so your request did help me decide on a part two, but i changed some things ‘nd cut the pregnancy part, i really hope you don’ mind ! | pt 1 here
whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male ! character
lovin ? heavy orgasm denial , predator / prey themes , hair pulling , breeding , size kink , marking , overstim , full nelson , feminization , readers dick referred to as a clit
stretching your arms over your head as you lean back in your plush gaming chair, a soft pop echoes from your wrist. the sound makes you shake your ears, before standing up and closing your laptop carefully.
tugging your shorts down your legs, the soft click and thump of the front door had your ears twitching in attention, a little smile gracing your face as you assumed it was your mother coming home.
you opened your door, quickly flitting down the stairs with your moms name at the top of your tongue, before skidding to a stop, your socks slipping on the slick wooden floor, falling on your butt at the last stair. a loud squeak escaped your mouth, and your hands flung out, attempting to grasp onto the tight shirt of the tall wolf in front of you.
your hands retracted as quick as they had come, delicate fingers clasped against your chest. there was a moment of silence before your wide eyes nervously looked up, only to find him already staring down his nose at you with narrowed eyes. to your fear ridden mind, it seemed like they were glowing with a predatory urge and your breath hitched, suddenly reminded that you were in fact a prey animal.
a smirk spread across his lips, his eyes narrowing further for just a second before turning to his father, who peered around him curiously.
“he slipped.” he muttered, watching as the older wolf nodded, a concerned look on his face before walking to join your mother in the kitchen.
your eyes were still locked onto his frame, and when his met yours again you flinched, realizing you were still on the ground. shaky legs planted themselves on the ground, your arms attempting to push yourself up before a large hand was tucked under your arm, pulling you to your feet. you stumbled forward into his chest, face planted there until his other hand carded through your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him.
“you’re clumsy, cottontail.”
you almost whimpered at his actions, closing your thighs together without thinking, trembling hands coming up and grabbing onto his shirt. your eye contact only faltered for just a second when he glanced down, a cocky - and slightly predatory - smirk one again gracing his face. he tugged on your hair harder, leaning down so his lips were next to your ear.
“run, little bunny.” he whispered, his words accentuated by a deep, quiet growling that seemed to come from the back of his throat. his grip on you faltered and you were still for a moment, before you stepped back, foot slipping on the steps, and suddenly you were scrambling up the stairs, reaching your room ‘nd slamming the door behind you.
“what was that?” your mother called, peeking out from behind the wall to the kitchen, making eye contact with the younger wolf.
“it’s nothing.” he smiled, waving his hand ‘nd walking to the living room to sit on the couch, leaning back ‘nd manspreading his legs with the remote to the t.v in hand as if nothing had happened.
his father and your mother passed by the couch, his hair being ruffled by the small woman. “your dad and i want to go out for a bit, is that alright with you ?” she asked sweetly, leaning over the armrest of the couch, his father playing with her bent ears idly.
“thats fine,” he grunted, sitting up from his slouched position. “how long will y’ be gone?”
“don’t know yet. we’ll text Y/N when we’re on the way home, kay?” the youngest nodded in acknowledgment, and his father patted his head before they were on their way, the front door shutting behind them with a soft click.
you came walking down the stairs not long after, your steps slow and tentative. you noted the lack of shoes by the front door, coming to the quick conclusion that the adults had left - and you had half a mind to go back up to your room and not come out, but you had caught his eyes quickly and now his attention was on you.
offering him a nervous smile, you kept your head down and walked quickly to the far side of the couch, sitting down and focusing on the television. a short chuckle left his mouth as he took quick notice of something.
“what happened to the pretty pink shorts you were wearing earlier?” he asks, his eyes still trained on the tv in front of him, and you could only look down, embarrassed, because you had in fact changed your shorts to some plain black ones after soiling the others - but theres no way you could tell him that.
“.. they were too small for me.” you mumbled after a few moments, and he looked over to you, his eyes trailing down to your thighs and back to your face with an eyebrow raise and you realize how stupid that excuse was because these shorts are also tight - hugging your dick and squeezing your thighs.
your face flared in red, crossing your legs and tugging your sweater down.
“let me ask you again, doll,” he started, reaching out and tugging you towards him by your waist, his body moving so he was facing you, one knee resting on the couch. “why’d you change your shorts?”
you stared at your hands that were on your lap, holding your sweater down over half of your thighs.
“i… i told you..” you stumbled over your words, breath hitching when you felt his hand tighten around your waist. you only heard him grunt before you were stumbling on your feet, a harsh grip around your wrist.
your back hit the mattress, his large hands pulling you towards him roughly, plush thighs resting over his muscular ones. a whimper from you made his fluffy ears twitch, sharp eyes narrowing as he ran his big hands over your thighs, reveling in the way your body jerked.
your soft ears perked up as he began to talk, his deep ‘nd demanding voice sounding ominous to your muddled mind.
“now, i can either….” he started, big hands running under your sweater ‘nd across your stomach, “abuse your poor little clit,” he continued with a chuckle, squeezing your small cock to accentuate his words, making your back arch, “nd use you for my own pleasure without lettin’ you cum once,” he pushed up your sweater, flicking your nipple harshly, “or you can tell me the real answer, ‘nd i’ll fuck you like a good boy deserves to be fucked.”
you panted harshly, closing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth, your knuckles turning white as your small hands fisted the sheets under you.
“i- i… i fuckin- told you!” you gasped out, shaking your head as he flicked your dick with a sigh.
“well, i did warn you.”
“h-hnghh !” you squealed, voice muffled as your head was pressed into the mattress by his strong hands, struggling to breathe between your heavy breaths and lack of space.
he’d been fucking you for a while now, harsh teeth marks clear around your nipples, on your neck, and even your arms. you felt completely ruined, your hard, leaky, and red cock bouncing underneath you with every thrust, the hairtie around the base of it stopping you from cumming throughout this whole session, although you’re sure you’re multiple dry orgasms in.
his big cock presses against your prostate unrelentingly, strong arms pressing into you at different areas as he holds his weight against you, his thrusts so harsh ‘nd so fast you can barely tell apart his thrusts in and slides out of your poor, ruined hole.
a loud sob is ripped from you when his hand that was holding your head down is suddenly wrapped around your cock, his finger teasing the tip.
“you wanna cum, bunny?” he asks with faux sympathy, teasing the area around the hairtie, his cock still fucking into you with no mercy.
“y-yes! g-gna cum ! cum - please!” you squeak, your legs kicking up from the bed, feeling your gut twist once again with the painful need to release, your body convulsing under his as he only grins with pride.
“that’s too bad, isn’t it?” he practically coos in your ear, his voice lust filled, condescending, and predatory. theres a grunt from behind you and suddenly you’re being lifted, your chest to his back, legs slipped from under you, his muscular arms holding them in the crook of his elbows, and he wastes no time in pummeling back into your ruined hole in that position, cock kissing places you didn’t even think existed inside of you.
you feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs and you attempt to scratch at his arms because your small cock is so fucking ruined, ‘s pathetically leaking precum like a faucet, bouncing against your stomach as it loses some of it’s hardness - simply because the dry orgasms have taken so much out of you.
“look at that.. little clit’s showin’ me just how useless it really is.” he growls, biting deep into the marked skin of your neck afterwards, his swollen knot pressing against your puffy hole as his dick twitches inside of you, his head spinning and overwhelmed with the need to bulge your belly with his puppies.
“shit, bunny.. got me cummin’ so soon.” he huffs, a sloppy grin on his face as his hips never falter , even with how daringly close he is to teetering over the edge ‘nd filling your hole up.
his head shakes, ears twitching as his breathing picks up heavily, trying to center his mind, as it runs to fucking you until you pass out, using your pretty holes till youre filled with his cum and covered in his scent - his strong arms and hands increasing the grip he had on your legs.
he adjusts his arms so your legs are practically touching your ears, his hand coming up to shove large fingers in your mouth, his own baring his fangs into your shoulder - thrusting deep ‘nd hard into your little cunt, filling your stomach with his cum.
a loud wail is muffled against his digits, sobs wracking your chest as you convulse so harshly you’re practically pushed out of his arms, your head shaking back and forth.
“shit..” he mumbles, barking out a laugh. “forgot you had that on.” theres a large grin on his face as he sets your legs down, turning you onto your back. his hands work at untying the hairtie from your dick - rutting back into your hole with a few deep, rough thrusts once it’s off, bathing in the scream you release.
complaining to rafayel about period problems and he jumps on you and immediately begins begging for you to let him cum inside. he's desperate and clawing and almost crying because he wants to help you so bad but he also wants nothing more than to make you full of him. he wants to see you carrying his child. to him it would be the ultimate claim, no one could deny you were his when they see you plump and pretty next to him as he presses a hand to your belly .....
character gave me a breeding kink... the idea of actually getting pregnant is repulsive but that desperation?? HIM acting so pathetic and feral about it 🤌🤌
