i’m imagining a consensual non consent fantasy where it’s like a Domme who’s also a monster trainer. and she overestimates her control over her werewolf sub while working with them at the full moon. they are trying to keep the sub from shifting in reaction to the moon but it doesn’t work and the sub changes. but not only do they change, they find themselves a completely overcome with the need to breed something. and the domme is right there with three holes available
and the sub ravishes their domme all while apologizing and begging her not to kill them or get rid of them when it’s over. literally brutally fucking her face while pleading in this small mewling voice that they’re sorry and they’re still a good boi they swear they just can’t help it. and like breeding her cunt which is wet and aroused from all the rough play (she won’t say how much she really loves the opportunity to be fucked really roughly the way she likes). and they put her in a mating press and push their slick cock inside, howling and whining and still asking for forgiveness as they rut messily until they cum, pressing painfully deep with their cock.
and she feels them hardening more and the cock starts to feel bigger and the sub howls and moans like they are in pain and they’re just desperately trying to force their knot in her sore cunt, even though it seems too big. and the domme is yelling now, trying to regain control. saying no, no don’t. it can’t—i won’t until the sub puts their hand over her mouth, whining in shame at her look of fury, pushing her gaze away with their grip as they thrust shallowly, trying to get the muscles to yield. and the domme is furious and trying to fight back so the sub forces two fingers in her mouth, knowing that in the end she really does like it rough and the facefucking will probably break her concentration enough. watching she goes slack and the knot pops in causing her to tense and wail around their fingers and they only shove them deeper. fucking her throat, spit roasting her between their cock and their fingers. watching her mind go blank and her body go slack as they breed her cunt deeply and stay knotted inside
Oh you’re doing prompts?!!! I want cnc breeding, pretty please 😇 bonus points if it’s a semi-public fantasy like in an alley or a public bathroom or something ❤️💕💖💘
okay omg lol this got kind of long so i'm putting it under a read more. this was so much fun to write!! also i'm throwing a little bit of kidnapping in there, as a treat ^-^
fuck, i'm gonna be late. you glance at your phone clock again as the bus starts to near your stop. it's only six minutes until you've been told to be home, and you nervously tap your foot as the bus pulls over to the curb. it'll take you at least twice that even if you're rushing. you thumb the strap of your bag, feeling it thump heavily against your hip as you thank the driver and hop off. you set off quickly, glancing one more time at the time before stuffing your phone in your pocket and booking it for home.
home, ugh. it had started to feel that way though. after several months, and you're honestly not sure how many, you've gotten used to the schedules and the protection and the possessiveness and their company and their touch. you feel a little sick at being so quick to heed the curfew, but your kidnapper would surely take away some of your earned freedoms. after all, they would say, this is for your own safety. it can be dangerous on your own, you're too small to defend yourself. you would huff and cross your arms. besides, they would continue, how am I supposed to trust you to go out on your own if you can't even get home within set limits?
it had been so long since you had gone to the library, you honestly just got caught up trying to choose what to check out. you kind of regret all the books now... even though you're excited about all of them, they're just weighing you down now. your breaths are sharp and you try to think of some sort of shortcut that might save you. and there is one thing, but-- you hesitate.
they have told you specifically not to take this shortcut. it's a long dark alley, at least 30 feet from one end to the other, with lots of shadowy areas where anyone could hide. it's not quite dark yet though, and you inspect the alley quickly before you make your choice. you glance behind and around you, just in case before you dart through. not five feet in, you think you hear footsteps behind you.
your heart pounds as you whirl around, reaching as if you had some sort of weapon on you. you don't, of course. there's no one behind you though and you pivot again, walking as quickly as you can across the dim space. it feels so much darker now that you're actually in the alley and you think back on what your kidnapper has been telling you about the danger of being on your own. you're 15 feet from the other side when you hear the footsteps again, this time they are obviously running and they are so so close.
you start to run instinctually but you're yanked back by the strap of your bag and lose your balance. a hand tangles itself in your hair, holding tight to your scalp and forcing you to look forward. you're swung around and pressed into the rough concrete of a building, the world moving with disorienting quickness. your bag swings around and hits your legs which buckle and send you crashing to the ground. your knees hit the pavement and the pain of the impact makes you lose your breath for a moment.
you try to make sense of the rough tugging-- feeling your arms drawn up in front of you and wrapped tight in something-- but your brain is slow to catch up. it hurts and you feel stupid. so stupid for going down this alley just to keep some stupid little privileges. and now look at you, pushed down on your back on the dirty ground. you find yourself wishing for your captor to come save you, because at least they have never been so careless and rough with you. you feel yourself start to tear up as you realize it's the strap of your own bag restraining you, the heft of all those books weighing your arms down.
Haven't I told you this alley is fucking dangerous?
your sense of relief is so strong your body goes limp, even as they yank up your skirt and rip off your underwear. their hands grope you everywhere, pulling your tits out of your shirt and pushing a couple of fingers in your mouth.
Anyone could have grabbed you when you came in here, you stupid slut. Is that what you wanted? For anyone to take you and make you theirs? Absolutely not. You're mine.
they growled that last part in your ear.
You really think someone else wouldn't try to snatch you up like I did? Wouldn't want to breed one of these tight holes?
their hands trailed down to your cunt, groaning when they feel how soaked you are. you turn your head away in shame, but you can't deny that you've grown to enjoy their touch and the sheer relief of being safe in their arms has affected you.
Someone else probably would have used this ass of yours, sweetheart. We know how much you like that, they chuckle. And maybe later, but right now...
they lift and push your legs towards your shoulders into a mating press. it's one of their preferred positions. you blush, somehow embarrassed more by the intimacy than you had been by being wet for them, or even for getting fucked in a shady back alley. you've learned their favorite sex positions, you know what gets them worked up. you've even started to initiate sometimes, hating yourself for craving their touch but unable to get the feeling of their strong warm hands out of your head.
...Right now I'm going to breed this tight little cunt, to remind everyone who it belongs to.
their cock fills you suddenly, and they groan, a hand flying to your throat to grasp tightly. you feel yourself go limp instinctually again, head at a slight angle like a rabbit in a wolf's mouth. they use their grip on your neck and your knee to hold you still as their hips snap forward.
That's a good little toy, take it. Take this cock, sweet thing. Aren't you glad it's mine, baby? Aren't you?
their fingers squeeze tighter and you nod and gasp, agreeing silently. your cunt clenches around them as they release your throat to hold your knees by your ears and drive into you.
This. Is. My. Cunt. This is mine. Look at it. Look.
you look between your legs and whimper at the sight of their cock disappearing inside of you, clearly soaked. your cunt clamps down again and they growl as they lean forward to speak low in your ear.
I know baby, I know. I'm gonna give you what you want. Gonna cum deep inside this pussy cause that's what it's meant for.
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the two of you stay like that for a few moments, catching your breath before they release you and untangle your arms from your bag. perversely, as they help you to your feet, they sling your heavy bag over their shoulder and kiss your cheek. you find yourself blushing, almost giggling as they take your hand and you walk home together, their cum dripping slowly down your leg.
listening to the breaths of your kidnapper slow and even out next to you and breathing out a shaky sigh. you slowly readjust yourself to reach your hand between your legs, trying to remain absolutely silent while you monitor them for signs of waking. every night for the past three weeks they have “requested” you stay in their bed at night, which means your private moments have dwindled to basically zero. and at this point you’re just too worked up to wait anymore
surrounded by their scent, despite all they’ve done to you, your body aches to be touched. your waking life has been a hazy marathon of edging and intoxication and pretending you don’t notice how much you like them. you find yourself completely unable to get off until you fall into a memory of a time they took you without your permission. their punishing grip on your body. how they looked at you when they bred your aching cunt. half ashamed of your fantasies but pulsing on your own fingers, their blanket in your mouth to muffle the noises, inhaling both of your scents. desperately rubbing yourself and trying to cum silently
it was so cold. Pigeon shivered on her little bedroll, trying to keep her warmth close to her body. Rocky was laying behind her on an air mattress, several inches off the ground. they had handed her the air mattress and bedroll while they were setting up camp, and she had noted that her designated sleep spot was much less soft and warm in comparison. now as she curled in a tight ball, her mind wandered over the day.
it had rained on and off since they started set up, chasing the summer heat from her skin. her hair and clothes had been damp, which had made Rocky’s errant touches and caresses much harder to ignore. their body is so warm it’s hard not to want to feel their large hands against her cool flesh. they continued to take liberties with her, grabbing her by the chin or frequently pushing her to her knees to get off in her mouth— but they had also held her hand while walking the trails, caressed her cheek after cumming in her mouth, rubbed her arms to bring warmth to them. Rocky had even given her the long sleeved shirt they wore when they noticed her shivering. it had smelled so nice when she pulled it over her head, and she hated herself for inhaling deeply and smiling to herself.
in her cot, Pigeon felt parts of herself warming up at the thought of hot touches in the cold rain. her heartbeat was loud and fast, her breathing more shallow, her mouth dry. her traitor body knew what her mind didn’t want to acknowledge. but maybe in the dark by herself she could admit it—
she liked Rocky a lot.
throughout all this, she could not deny how sweet they had been. how attentive. she couldn’t deny how their orders made her blood sing with hot desire. she knew her resolve was slipping, and she couldn’t pretend much longer.
she kept imagining their touch, surprised at herself for hoping they would reach out and grab her. she wanted it, and the longer she laid there, the hotter her body became. but the tent was tiny— there’s no way she could touch herself without being caught. she tried squeezing her thighs together, but it did nothing to help her.
maybe—maybe just a little. she listened to Rocky’s breathing, trying to figure out if they were awake. the long, even breaths seemed deep enough. she steeled herself and slid her fingers down her naked body— Rocky had taken her clothes— and between her legs. she was only just able to feel how fucking drenched she was before a deep voice drilled straight through to her bones.
“Now I know you’re not touching my property.”
Pigeon squeaked and pulled her hand back like she was burned, but it was too late.
Rocky was on her in a moment, dragging her back by the waist, hauled up onto their air mattress. her cold body pressed into their hot body and melted instantly. one hand found her throat, the other twisted her arm behind her back, pinning it between their bodies before running down her body possessively. tugging her nipples and roughly palming a breast before dipping to touch her cunt.
the instant they felt her wetness, Rocky groaned low and guttural in her ear. she felt that straight down to her cunt and found herself grinding into those evil fingers. she was whimpering but couldn’t help herself, spreading her legs in shame, wanting more. Rocky growled and pushed her over onto her stomach, one hand on her hip and one pressing her head into the air mattress, slipping their cock inside her in a smooth, brutal stroke
the mattress muffled her surprised cry— it was so fucking big considering how long it’s been since they had fucked her, but she was clearly wet as sin. Rocky did not hesitate, slamming their hips forward to chase their own pleasure. Their hands gripped her hips punishingly, and she moaned thinking of the bruises she would have tomorrow. Rocky pushed the small of her back, forcing her to arch more, and the deep hits made her feel lightheaded.
“This is mine. Do not touch it without permission. This pussy is mine. Mine, do you hear me?”
The slap across her ass ripped a moan from her throat, and she burned with the realization that others in the campground might hear them.
“yes, i hear you,” she said plaintively, “please”
another snack. “Not loud enough.”
“yes, yes I hear you!” she cried, “please! please keep it down, there are other people here.”
“Should have thought about that, huh? If you don’t want to be heard, then stay quiet.” they laughed as they slapped her ass a third time and the sting made her yelp into the pillow. “I’m going to breed this tight cunt now, sweetheart. Hold on to something.”
