the closer his rut, the more often your werewolf husband wakes in the early hours of the morning with a hard cock and hairy skin sensitive to the smallest touches due to the unbearable ache.
it’s hot. too hot in the bedroom, so he has to rip the bed sheets away from his side or he’ll start going more insane than he already feels. you’re facing away from him, ass pointing toward him in an unknowing taunt as you remain asleep on your side. yet he still wakes you, tugging you from your slumber and flush against his front.
even in your groggy state, you know. you can feel the leaky head of his dick pressing into your fold–pulsing its heated requests right against your entrance. a tired lift of your leg is all it takes for the wolf to grope your tit and slide inside you with a growl into your neck. he’s already coming by the time he bottoms out, pumping his seed as he keeps fucking you.
the both of you know that if he doesn’t get out what he needs to right now, he'll be a clingy, whining grump… so he fucks you for the entire morning. embracing you while you clutch him back, your drowsy state and the way his tip nudges up against your cervix wrenching multiple orgasms from you. your husband coming almost continuously for the entire period, creaming your walls with nonstop, throaty howls. and only stopping when the two of you are covered in sweat and panting with exhaustion.
“can’t wait f’you to to take my knot,” he slurs at your back, holding your trembling figure. letting his eyes shut, he rambles. “gonna mark you up. fill you with pups, then watch y’get all big and round. make your tits swell up nice ‘n pretty with milk…”
a few more sentences, and the wolf’s fast asleep. snoring low and right against your ear while rubbing a palm across the damp skin of your stomach.
Summary: Grommash is determined to have you as his mate. There’s only one problem: Grom is too big.
Author’s note: Oh, boy. I have been OBSESSED with orcs lately. Especially the orcs in the Warcraft movie. Disclaimer btw: I don’t know a lot about Warcraft beyond the movie. I know some lore beyond that. So I apologize in advance. Also I wrote this in a way that you, my dear reader, don’t need to know anything about Warcraft either. Hopefully it can also be enjoyed as just a orc x human fic. And this is my 4th time writing smut, 2nd time writing it in oneshot format so I’m still very new to this lol. Also I don’t know orcish and the internet gave me very mixed translations, so I pieced it together the best I could.
Warning/tags: 18+ MDNI, fem! Reader, Grom might be a little OOC but I don’t care, teratophillia/monster fucking, orc x human, oral sex (f! receiving), size differences (Grommash is bigger than you no matter your size, these orcs are big, okay?), fingering, overstimulation, squirting, just the tip but not actually, unprotected p in v, missionary position, mating press, slight breeding kink if you squint, Grom is secretly a sweetheart, change my mind, love confessions, self indulgent filth, not beta read, yeah I know having sex with an orc this big would be borderline impossible but I don’t care, I swear I made straight A’s in all of my anatomy classes
Also just a for some fun references check out this post and this post about the hand size of the orcs in this movie. I find their size absolutely fascinating and I had to make a fic exploring that.
Word Count: 3.3k
Being the mate of an orc is an interesting experience. It was already uncommon for a horde member to pick a human as a mate. And it was still frowned upon by many orcs. Grommash didn’t care though. Nobody could tell him that he couldn’t have you. From the moment he first saw you he felt himself being pulled towards you.
For the most part, picking you as his mate had been smooth sailing. He had asked you to go on a hunt alone with him. Orcs hunted all the time but asking someone to hunt alone with them tended to be an indication that they were choosing a mate. You didn’t know this when you had agreed to go. But it became obvious when halfway through the hunting trip Grom had pressed you against a tree, his large frame encapsulating you. Soon the hunting trip had turned into a heated make-out session.
Everything was going according to plan. He had gotten you back to his tent and sat you on the edge of his bed. There was only one problem in his plan to make you his mate: Grommash was too big.
There was simply no way that all of him could fit inside of you. You were absolutely sure of it.
There was one undeniable fact about orcs and that was that they were massive. They were bigger than all humans. It didn’t matter your size. They outweighed and towered over every human they came across. And Grommash was no exception. He was a warrior and the Chieftain of the Warsong clan after all, not to mention one of the biggest orcs in the clan.
His biceps were rounder than your head. His hands were bigger than your face. His fingers were incredibly large compared to yours.
You honestly weren’t sure what you were expecting but when you removed his pelt you were at a loss for words.
There was no way.
His cock was heavy and hard, hanging down in front of your face as you sat on the edge of the bed. It was green like the rest of his skin, the head was flushed a purple color.
You lifted it up a bit with your hand, feeling the weight of it. It was long and thick. You couldn’t even wrap your hand around it, your fingertips nowhere close to even meeting your thumb. You were too stunned to speak and your brain was scrambling to figure out the logistics of this massive thing going inside of you.
Grommash seemed to read your mind. He brought his thumb up to your face and rubbed your cheek. He smirked as he looked down at you.
“You don’t have to worry about it just yet,” he said.
As much as Grom wanted to plunge his cock all the way inside of you, he was content with pleasuring you in other ways for now.
His large hand moved down, resting on your shoulder. His thumb grazed your throat as he gently pushed you onto your back. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he knelt in front of you.
His hand found its way to the hem of your pants, hesitating for a moment to look up at you. After giving him a swift nod of approval his fingers latched underneath the hem. He mumbled something about “humans always wearing too much clothes” as he slid off your pants and underwear.
Grommash hummed to himself as he placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs as far apart as he could.
“Look at that,” he said.
He was staring at your glistening cunt in awe. You could hear a growl rumble in his chest as he brought his large fingers up to you, gently rubbing across your folds with his thumb. He grazed against your clit causing a gasp to escape your lips.
“So wet for me already,” he said, rubbing slow circles against your clit.
He paused for a moment causing you to whine. He shushed you as he spread apart the lips of your cunt with his large fingers. His index finger dipped down, lingering against your entrance but not entering. He looked as if he was deep in thought.
Maybe, just maybe.
Grommash leaned down further until his face was level with your pussy. He wrapped his hands around your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He nuzzled his head in between your legs, tusks pressing into the skin between your thighs, as he licked experimentally up your folds.
You moaned, rolling your hips ever so slightly. Grommash chuckled before licking again, this time dipping his tongue into you. There was another rumble from his chest, the taste of you on his tongue unlocking something feral inside of him.
The grip on your thighs got tighter as he lapped at your cunt, licking and plunging into you in a desperate attempt to taste more of you.
Your hand snaked down, resting on his head as you moaned his name. Your fingers entwined in his raven hair, gripping just a bit. He growled in response, sending vibrations through your body. You shuddered a bit at the sensation.
He dragged his tongue against you, occasionally wrapping his large lips around your clit, sucking at the bud before dipping back down, fucking his tongue into your hole.
“Mmm…Grom, it feels so…good,” you moaned.
Without warning you felt Grom’s thick index finger begin to push inside of you. A guttural moan left your mouth as your back arched, grinding yourself against his face mindlessly. His finger stretched your walls as he entered you. There was some pain but your wetness let him slide in easier than either of you would have expected. It felt so perfect.
His tongue licked upwards before focusing on your clit, sucking it into his mouth once more. Your hips bucked against him causing him to groan. He slid his finger out before pushing it back in. He curled it inside of you, sliding it against your spongy walls. This was pleasure you simply had never experienced until now.
Before you knew it, he was pushing a second finger in, stretching you out more. Your mouth fell agape as you struggled to make any sound. You had never felt so full before. There was more pain than before but he didn’t give you much time to think about it as he plunged both fingers inside of you, thrusting his hand at a faster speed than before.
“Gods, Grom,” you moaned as gripped his hair a bit tighter.
The tent was soon filled with lewd, wet sounds as Grom relentlessly pumped his fingers into you. With every thrust of his hand, your cunt squelched, clenching around his digits.
“Grom, I’m gonna…”
It felt like your breath had been knocked out of you. You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm overtook you. Your legs involuntarily clamped down around Grom as he continued to curl his fingers into you, massaging and prodding at that spongy spot inside of you. His tusks pressed harder into your legs as he continued to devour you. You were sure you’d have bruises there by tomorrow but you didn’t care.
Your entire body shook as you rode your waves of pleasure, falling apart under Grom’s touch. You squirmed, your entire body felt too sensitive. Grom continued lapping at your clit, swirling his tongue around it.
“Grom, please,” you whined.
He pulled away momentarily, giving your clit a break. His fingers slowed but continued to slide in and out of you.
“Please what?” he questioned.
He leaned forward, placing his free hand beside your head. You tried to speak but found yourself at a loss for words, too entranced by the texture of his fingers inside you.
“Use your words, my dearest,” he cooed.
You tried to speak but you just couldn’t form the words. All you could do was moan as warmth pooled at your core. Your mouth hung open as Grommash’s hand began to speed up again. He watched you intently, studying your face as it contorted with ecstasy. Something inside of you was building and he knew it, bringing his thumb up to your clit as he continued to work his fingers inside you.
It felt different from the orgasm before. It felt just as pleasurable if not more, but it felt so different, so foreign to your body that it almost worried you. You weren’t fully sure what was happening to you.
“Wait, Grom, wait,” you pleaded.
But it was too late. Another orgasm hit you causing your cunt to clench around his fingers. It felt like something snapped inside of you as his fingers curled, hitting that spongy spot once more. Your hips bucked into him as you gasped, your head falling back onto the furs below you, eyes squeezing shut. Your body trembled, tensing up as you rode out your climax.
“Mmm, look at the mess you’re making,” Grom said, groaning.
Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him in confusion. Your eyes drifted down watching yourself in amazement and mild horror as you squirted around his fingers. The clear liquid spurted out onto his large hands and the bed underneath you with every thrust of his fingers.
You moan at the sight, the euphoria of the new sensation overtaking you. Grom’s hand slowed and then pulled out of you slowly. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your entrance clenching and fluttering around nothing.
Grommash brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them.
“Who knew humans could taste so good?” he said.
“I didn’t know I could do that,” you said quietly.
The orc leaned down, pressing his body into yours and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Well, now you know,” he replied.
You hummed, bringing your hand up to his chest, grazing one of the piercings on his nipple.
He then kissed you on your lips. The cold metal ring on his tusk pressed against your cheek as he did so.
His hand pulled at your tunic, ripping it off completely underneath him. You were now completely bare.
His large hand kneaded at your breast, occasionally pinching at the nipple. You moaned against his lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth.
As he pressed into you more, you could feel his erection between your legs, occasionally sliding against your sensitive skin. He ground his hips against yours, cock slipping against you, causing himself to groan as he feverishly kissed you.
You knew what he wanted but you weren’t confident that he was going to get it. It’s not that you didn’t want him to fuck you, you were just worried still about him being inside of you.
As you pulled away from his lips you met his gaze, looking into his eyes. They were glazed over, lust-filled, and full of admiration. He wanted you. He needed so much more of you.
He ground his hips against you again.
“Need to be inside of you. Need to make you a proper mate,” he said in a low voice.
His hips bucked, causing you to moan as his cock slid across your folds, desire building up inside of you.
“I know. But I don’t think it’ll fit, Grom,” you said, quietly.
“Nonsense,” he grumbled as he got off the top of you.
He took his cock into his hand. It was already glistening with precum as he gave it a few lazy strokes.
“If you can take my fingers, you can take this,” he stated.
Just the sight of him jerking off was enough to make you spread your legs. You were basically salivating at the sight of him. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you, although the fear of being ripped apart still lingered.
“Take it slow, okay? Don’t put all of it in, Grom. I really don’t think I can take all of it,” you said.
He spread your legs further apart before sliding his cock against your swollen clit, causing yet another moan to come out of you.
“Whatever you say, my dearest,” he said.
You took a deep breath as Grom began to push the head of his cock into you. You hissed as it stretched the tight band of flesh around your walls. You were practically dripping from your last orgasm but your wetness only helped so much.
Grommash let out a low groan as he pushed his member into you at an agonizing pace. Pain was surging through you, bringing tears to your eyes. He was only a few inches in before you placed a hand on his chest, silently stopping him.
“Are you okay?” he questioned, a hint of concern in his voice.
“I’m okay. I think that’s as far as you can go for now,” you said.
He hummed in response.
“Let me know when you’re ready,” he said, rubbing circles on your thigh with his thumb.
You sighed, leaning your head back for a moment. Eventually, the pain began to subside. You brought your hand up to him, sliding it down his chest before giving him a nod to continue.
He pulled out the few inches that were inside you before thrusting them back in. It took everything in him to not push every inch in. He wanted to so badly. He wanted to fill you up so badly but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you.
You whimpered as his hips snapped forward, pushing part of his cock into you. The stretch was otherworldly. You knew if he hadn’t fucked you with his fingers earlier there was no way you would’ve been able to take the tip of him. It may have not been much but it felt divine.
“Oh, Grom,” you moaned as he fucked into you.
You could hear your pussy squelching around him as you became more wet by the second.
Your hands found their way to his large arms, holding on to stabilize yourself. Your body had a mind of its own as you rolled your hips forward. Grommash growled, halting his movements.
“Grom, why’d you stop?” you whined.
“Look,” he said with a grunt.
You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down between the two of you. When you had rolled your hips moments ago, you had taken another inch of him without even realizing it. Too caught up in your pleasure to notice.
Grom rocked his hips into you, almost like he was silently asking you a question with his movements. He wanted to go further and you knew it. You moaned as he slowly began thrusting his hips again.
You were getting so wet. Surely you could take a bit more, right?
“I know you can take it. Let me show you just how good it can feel,” he said.
His shallow thrusts were already threatening to send you over the edge and you couldn’t deny it any longer, you wanted more of him.
You bucked your hips against him causing him to groan.
“Do you want all of it?” he asked.
“Yes…please. I need you,” you said in between broken moans.
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Grommash hooked his hands under your knees, forcing your legs up as far as they’d go, pressing them against your chest. He replaced his hands with yours, making you hold your legs up. He then leaned forward, climbing on top of you. One of his hands was placed beside your head while the other lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in. He used his body weight to help sink into you, pushing in further than before, taking his time as he did so.
A choked moan left your mouth as your eyes welled up with tears. It was such a strange sensation. It hurt, a burning feeling seared into your core as Grom stretched you out. But the pain was also laced with pleasure.
Grommash’s hand left his cock, bringing it up and resting it by your head. He was a little over halfway in, sinking into you as he covered over your body. He hadn’t even begun thrusting yet and you already felt like you were becoming unglued.
“There you go. Taking it so well.”
He slid in deeper, another inch. Then another. And another. You whimpered, eyes rolling in the back of your head.
“My sweet human,” he cooed.
He wasn’t all the way in but his hips started moving, thrusting into you slowly, working the last of his way into you.
“You like that, huh? Like being full of my cock,” he said, picking up the pace.
You couldn’t speak. You just nodded your head and moaned.
Grommash pulled out all the way to the head of his cock before slamming back inside of you. You yelped as the sound of wet skin smacking together filled the tent. You could feel low rumbles vibrating from Grom’s chest as he growled, getting louder with every thrust. You were slowly becoming a babbling mess as waves of ecstasy began to overtake you. The pain had subsided and all you could think about was Grommash and how good he felt.
Grom moved one of his hands, bringing it down between the two of you. He circled your clit with his thumb. It felt as if sparks were igniting. Every raw nerve was crackling with pleasure.
You were panting underneath him, growing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you. His movements were becoming more erratic and you knew he was close to. An all too familiar feeling was forming and your body began to shake.
“Oh, fuck. Grom, I’m gonna…”
“Cum for me, my dearest,” he said.
And that was all you needed. You let out a wail as your vision clouded. Your body spasmed as your cunt tightened around him, somehow managing to suck him in more as if your body wasn’t ready to let go. He kept fucking into you, chasing his own release until his hips stuttered, bucking into you harder than ever. He let out a roar and you were sure the whole clan could hear both of you as the two of you rode out the pleasure, not that any of the orcs would’ve cared.
You could feel his cum, hot and leaking out of you as he slowly pulled his cock out. You closed your eyes as your legs fell from your chest, splaying out in front of you. You were still in a daze as Grommash sat on his knees for a moment, admiring you like you were an art piece. You were officially his mate and he was overjoyed.
You felt the bed shift as he got up. He was only gone for a moment and returned with a washcloth, cleaning you off gently.
You felt yourself drifting off. You were so warm and so very exhausted.
“Falling asleep on me?” Grommash joked as he laid down beside you.
You opened your eyes, looking up at the orc.
“Maybe,” you chuckled.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. You kissed his chest, moving up to his neck, and then his jaw, pecking the inked skin. He held onto you tight as if he was afraid you’d be snatched away from him. You heard him mumble something in orcish that you couldn’t understand.
“What was that?” you questioned.
“Na dova dra,” he repeated, this time hearing him more clearly.
“And what does that mean?” you asked.
He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss against it.
“I love you,” he translated.
Your heart fluttered and you smiled. Admissions of love were another uncommon thing amongst the horde, especially towards humans. But it was true. Grom loved you very much.
You brought your hand up to his face, guiding him to yours. You kissed his lips gently before pulling away.
🍓 Gladiator!Orc x Reader
🍓 warnings/tags: 18+ nsfw MDNI , fem! Reader, monster fucking/teratophilia, unprotected p in v(f! recieveing), heavy breeding kink, possessive, size kink, virginity loss, NOT BETA READ
🍓word count: 4.4k
🍓 a/n: Ive been YEARNING for more gladiator!orc x reader so i decided to step up!!!! this is like my first actual 'published' work so if you have any tips or request if you do enjoy this dont hesitate to do so! <3 Enjoy!
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The crowds cry was deafening, thousands of voices all cheering for Gorvak as his opponent lay broken in the sand split in half, blood cooking in the burning sun. The orc stood tall, chest heaving, green skin painted with all kinds of different creatures blood. His eyes wild and hungry swept the stands and locked onto you.
You who was just four rows up, left of some high noblemans box. Same seat you had taken every week for months, always the same place, always quiet, always watching him. Curiosity, you had told yourself. Just curiosity unaware that the champion had been watching you back.
The first time he saw you was three months ago, on a street he liked to frequently get his blades sharpened. You were wrapped in pale silk, standing out among the rough crowd you didnt belong there, but you kept coming back to the armourers stall, to the weapon merchants, always lingering just long enough for him to notice. He noticed everything.
Then the yearly games began.
Every week you were in the noble seats, high above the blood soaked sand, hands folded in your lap, eyes wide and unblinking. You never cheered like the others. You just watched. Watched the way he moved, the way his axe sang through the air, the way he roared when he won. He started fighting for those eyes. Every swing, every kill, every drop of blood spilled was a message Look at me. See me. Remember me.
He learned your habits. You always wore soft colours that made your skin glow. You always left before the final fight ended, slipping away like a dream at dawn. He hated that part. He started ending fights faster just to catch one last glimpse of you leaving.
He asked around for any information about you. A soft human with delicate features, untouched, curious about the arena but too shy to speak to anyone. A virgin prize, some whispered. Untouched. Waiting. He waited too. Week after week, victory after victory, stacking bodies at his feet and gold in his purse, all so the arena master would owe him one perfect prize when the time was right.
Tonight was the time. He saw you the moment he stepped into the sand. Same seat. Same wide curious eyes. Same pretty mouth parted in awe when he crushed his opponents skull. When the fight master asked what he wanted there was only one answer.
“Name your prize champion!” The fight masters voice boomed
The roar still echoed in the arena when Gorvaks blood coated finger pointed straight at you.
“That one,” he snarled. “Mine.”
Ten thousand voices exploded. You stood frozen in the noble seats, silk robes suddenly too thin, heart battering against bone. Before you could stand, before you could even breathe you felt arms grabbing onto you, dragging you towards the victor of this years games. As you stood infront of the towering orc you had to pretend the smell of the iron from the blood staining his green skin didnt bother you in fear of what he might do yet the thought of just what exactly would he do if you did show fear made you aroused just a tiny bit. One massive hand closed around your wrist and pulled. You stumbled after him down the dark tunnels, heart hammering and silk tearing on the rough stone. You opened your mouth to protest, but no sound came. He never once slowed.
The chamber door slammed shut behind you as he pushed you inside. Once inside you only had a few moments to look around the room as gorvak walked to put his weapons away, Gorvaks chamber seemed to be carved from the same dark stone as the arena tunnels, but the space feels more like a den than a room. The floor is almost entirely covered in thick, overlapping furs a black wolf, white bear, and one massive spotted pelt from some beast you dont recognize. They are soft and smell faintly of smoke, pine, and him and that makes you hotter all of a sudden, blaming the already lit fireplace by a wall for the increase in temperature. Weapons line the walls a massive double headed axe, several shorter throwing axes, and a few other weapons all within arms reach. Their edges catch the firelight like hungry smiles.
In the far corner you spot a sunken stone tub wide enough for an orc and whoever he chooses to share it with, fed by a bronze pipe that drips constantly, keeping the water steaming even when no one tends it.
The sound of something dropping snapped you out of the silent judgment of his room you turned to face him and gasp, Gorvak had dropped his leather covering and was standing with his cock out heavy and dark, flushed with victory, a bead of clear fluid already pearling at the slit. Your feet seemingly rooted to the ground as he took a few wide strides in your direction, your eyes wide and your palms sweaty in fear of what he was planning to do only for him to walk past you as he stepped into the tub, sank down with a hiss, and fixed you with burning golden eyes.
“Draw it hotter,” he commanded. “Then come here. A wife washes the blood off her husband before he breeds her.”
You stayed rooted in the center of the room, arms wrapped around yourself. Your voice came out small. “I…I dont–”
His eyes snapped to yours, molten gold. “I said hotter.”
The command cracked through the room like a whip. Your feet moved before your mind caught up. You twisted the bronze tap. Boiling water thundered in raising clouds of pine scented steam. When the tub was full you turned back, hugging yourself tighter.
Gorvak watched every tremble.
“Take off your robes and get in.”
You shook your head, just once. The movement felt tiny and useless
A low growl rumbled from his chest. “I waited months for you little wife. Im not waiting another heartbeat.”
Your fingers found the silk ties. They shook so badly you fumbled twice. Finally the robe slipped from your shoulders and pooled at your feet. Cool air kissed skin that had never been bare for anyone. You stepped in quickly the heat shocked you red. A small, frightened sound escaped your throat. Gorvak caught you by the waist before your knees buckled, steadying you between his spread thighs letting the water hide you to the breasts.
Gorvaks hand rose, slow enough that you could have flinched away. You didnt. Calloused fingers cupped your chin, tilting your face up.
“Good,” he rumbled. “You learn.”
He handed you the soap and cloth. You washed him with shaking hands broad chest, scarred arms, the thick column of his throat the fresh cuts that made him hiss. His skin burned under your palms, every swipe revealed more of the warrior who had just killed for the right to own you and you didnt know whether to fear that fact or be aroused by it. When the cloth drifted lower and brushed the tip of his cock, you jerked back. He groaned, head falling back, but kept his hands on the rim, letting you explore the thing that would claim you tonight. He then grabbed your wrist keeping your hand on his cock. “Keep going.”
You swallowed, but your hands obeyed. Soap and water made him slick you stroked once, twice, clumsy with terror and possibly something hotter ’must be the water’. His groan vibrated through the water. When your courage faltered he guided your grip, showing you exactly how he liked it, slow and firm until his hips flexed and the head of his cock breached the surface like a threat.
“Enough” he rasped.
He hauled you forward. You straddled his lap before you could think, water sloshing over the rim. The blunt head of him nudged your entrance. You tried to pull back his hands locked on your hips he stilled instantly, Gorvak felt the tremor in your thighs the moment you settled on his lap, the moment the blunt head of his cock pressed against untouched flesh.
“No,” he said, voice low but iron hard. “Not like this.”
You tried to hide your face against his wet shoulder, mortified at the tears already spilling. He cupped the back of your head instead, keeping you close, letting you feel the thunder of his heart. “Listen to me, little wife. I have waited months to claim you. I will not tear what is mine on the first night.”
With one arm banded around your waist he lifted you clear off his cock as easily as lifting a bird, ignoring your startled gasp. Water splashed down your joined bodies as he turned you, settling you on the wide stone bench inside the tub so you sat facing him, knees drawn up, thighs trembling.
“Open,” he ordered softly.
You shook your head, arms crossing over your chest. “I…I cant. Im not… Ive never–”
Something flickered across his face, raw almost pained. He leaned forward until his forehead rested against yours, tusks framing your cheeks. He didnt repeat himself. He simply took your knees in his huge hands and parted them himself, slow but unstoppable, until you were bared to the steaming air and his burning gaze. Tears welled and spilled before you could stop them. “Im scared,” you whispered. “I dont know how to be what you want.” His thumbs brushed the tears from your cheeks, smearing them across your skin like war paint.
“I waited months” he went on, voice dropping to something reverent and terrible. “Watched you sit in those seats week after week, soft and curious and untouched. Every time you looked at me I thought one day Ill have her trembling under me, terrified and wet and mine.
Your sob caught in your throat.
He drew back just enough to meet your eyes. “Tell me to stop and I will carry you to the furs and hold you until morning. No more. But if you stay here, if you let me open you, understand what it means. I will never be satisfied with once. I will breed you tonight, tomorrow, every moon until your body forgets how to be anything but full of me. That scares you?”
You nodded, trembling.
“Good” he growled. “It should.”
The first touch was not his cock.It was one thick finger, tracing your folds with deliberate gentleness. You flinched he paused, waiting until you relaxed a fraction, then traced again, parting you, learning every shiver. “Sensitive,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Good. means youll feel everything I do to you.”
He circled the small, untouched pearl at the top until your hips jerked without permission. Only then did he press lower, gathering your slick and his own leaking seed, spreading it everywhere. When the pad of his finger finally pressed against your entrance you tensed so hard he felt it.
“Breathe out,” he coaxed voice rough with restraint. “Let me in.”
You exhaled on a sob.
“Shh” he whispered against your trembling mouth “Cry all you want. Tears taste like surrender, and I am addicted to the flavor.”
The finger slid inside, slow and steady, stretching tender flesh for the first time. It burned but not like before, the heat of the water and his patience turned the burn into a strange fluttering ache. He watched your face the entire time, golden eyes unblinking. When your brow smoothed he crooked his finger, searching and found the spot that made your back arch and a broken sound spill from your lips.
“There,” he growled satisfaction and hunger warring in his voice. “Right there. Thats where my cock will live.”
He worked you open carefully, one finger until you rocked against his hand, then two scissoring gently, curling and stroking until your thighs fell open on their own and your hands clutched his forearms for balance instead of pushing him away. Only when your hips were chasing his touch did he add a third, stretching you wider the burn now sweet and overwhelming.
When the third finger breached you and you arched with a broken wail, he did not soothe.
He curled them hard, stroked that raw spot inside until pleasure stabbed through the pain, and growled, “Remember this feeling. Every time you think of running, remember how easily I make you come apart on my hand alone.”
You were sobbing quietly, not from pain but from the intensity of it, from the way pleasure and fear braided together until you couldnt tell them apart.
Gorvak leaned forward, tusks framing your tear streaked face, and licked a tear from your cheek.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “My brave little wife opening so pretty for me.”
When he finally withdrew his fingers you whimpered at the loss you chased them with a helpless sound, then flushed crimson at your own greed. He saw it. His smile was slow, possessive, and utterly without mercy.
He brought them to your lips.
“Taste yourself. Taste what you made for your husband.”
You obeyed, shy and trembling, the salty sweet flavor making you flush hotter.
You clung to him, terrified and drowning in him, and he drank it in.
He rose then, water falling off his body and lifted you with him. One arm under your knees the other cradling your back, he stepped out of the tub and carried you to the furs still dripping. He laid you down on your back, knees bent and spread wide.
Only then did he kneel between them, cock jutting heavy and dark, flushed with need, but his hands were steady the broad head of his cock kissing the entrance he had just prepared.
“Still scared?” he asked, voice shaking with restraint.
You nodded, tears still falling.
“Good,” he whispers, and he teases your entrance, about to claimthe prize he’s been fighting for all along. “Means you finally understand who you belong to.”
“Im going to take you now” he said, lining himself up, the broad head kissing your stretched, slick entrance. “Slow. Youll feel every inch, and youll take it, because this cunt was made for me. But you say stop and I stop. Understand?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
He pushed.
The first inch slid in on a single, controlled thrust. You cried out, fingers pawing at the furs. He froze letting you adjust, letting the burn settle. When your hips rocked the tiniest fraction he gave you another inch, his tusks scrape your throat as he leans in breath scalding.
“Every week you sat up there in those seats, thinking you were safe behind stone and silk. You werent. I counted every breath you took. I memorized the way your lips parted when I spilled blood. Every swing of my axe was a promise one day Ill drag you out of that crowd and lock you to me forever.”
You whimper. He sinks another inch and snarls against your ear.
“You don’t get to watch from a distance. You watch me from my lap, from my cock, from the crook of my arm where I claim you every night. You dont walk these streets unless my hand is on you. You dont breathe unless I allow it.”
Another inch. Your nails dig into his shoulders as tears spill a sob escapes your lips
“Say it” he growls, voice shaking with barely controlled violence. “Tell me who owns you.”
“Yours” you choke out.
"Again" he says with barely any control left
"Yours!" you say abit louder this time
"Louder little wife, they wont hear you outside like that" he says as he stops pushing his cock in making you whimper.
"YOURS GORVAK! YOURS!"
He slams the rest of the way home in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the root, claiming every untouched inch. The stretch tore a cry from your throat. He was too big too hot, too everything. Halfway down you froze, tears spilling. He held you still lips brushing your temple.
“Breathe little wife. Ive got you.”
Slowly the burn melted into aching fullness. A broken moan escapes as you were flush against his hips and he was buried deeper than you thought possible.
He gave you one heartbeat to adjust, then began to move slow, grinding rolls that dragged over every raw nerve. His hands slid to your belly, pressing hard so you felt him there.
“This is where my sons will grow. I’m breeding you tonight, tomorrow, every day until your body swells with me. I want you round and dripping and leaking milk, still spreading these legs because even heavy with my child youll beg for my cock.”
His thrusts turned harder, deeper, your one fist grabbing the furs beneath you and the other on Gorvacks thick bicep.
“You’ll never know what it feels like to be empty again. Ill fuck you awake, fuck you asleep, fuck you at the victory feasts with my war band watching so they know exactly who this belly belongs to. Ill keep you chained to my cock if I have to, plugged and full every single hour until your body has no choice but to take.
You sobbed, clinging to his shoulders, terrified and safe and aching all at once.
“Say it again” he snarled.
“Im yours,” you cried. “Only yours!”
He slammed deep and spilled with a roar, flooding you in thick endless pulses. You felt every one, felt him swell and throb and mark you inside. When he finished he stayed buried, plugging you, keeping it all. He pulls back just enough to look down at where youre joined, your slick sticking to his lower half making his cock twitch at the obscene sight of your virgin cunt stretched tight around his girth, his spend already trying to leak out. He snarls and shoves two thick fingers alongside his cock, pushing the leaking seed back in, fucking it deeper with his fingers while you wail.
“None of it escapes. Not one fucking drop. You squeeze and you hold what I give you, little wife. You carry it. You grow it. You birth my heirs and then you open your legs again the same moon because Im never finished.”
His eyes are wild now, gold gone molten, pupils blown wide with breeding madness.
“I want ten. Fifteen. Twenty. I want your body ruined for anyone else, stretched and soft and always, always full of me. I want every orc in this city to smell me on you, in you”
He sits back on the furs and in one smooth motion youre straddling his lap, thighs spread wide over his hips, his cock still buried to the root. The new angle drags a broken sound from your throat he swallows it with a low growl and settles his huge hands on your waist, keeping you pinned.
“Ride me little wife” he rasps “Take whats already yours. Show me how a virgin takes her husband”
You try to move and falter, oversensitive and shaking.
Gorvaks right hand slides from your hip, slow, deliberate, until it rests palm up on the furs beside your knee. An offering. A question. A dare.
You stare at it scarred knuckles, thick green fingers that have killed men these past months, and something inside you cracks open.
Your smaller hand slips into his, trembling. Your fingers barely span half his palm, but the moment you lace them together he closes his grip like a manacle, gentle and unbreakable.
“There you are” he breathes, voice ragged with reverence.
You try to rise and your legs nearly give out. He steadies you with one iron arm banded across your lower back, guiding you up until only the fat crown stretches your entrance, then lets gravity pull you down again, slow, merciless, every inch dragging over swollen nerves until youre seated to the root and gasping. “That’s it ” he rasps, thumb stroking the back of your trapped hand. “Feel how deep I live in you now.”
He sets the rhythm slow, grinding lifts that make your thighs burn and your belly flutter, then hard drops that punch the air from your lungs and slap wet skin on skin. Each time you sink he thrusts up to meet you, forcing himself deeper, the thick head kissing your womb like a threat and a promise.
“Look at me,” he orders again.
You do, tears still falling, and he drinks them in with dark, hungry eyes.
“You’ll ride me like this every morning” he vows, thrusting up to meet you, slow and punishing. “Heavy with my son, belly round and tight, tits leaking milk down my chest while you still fuck yourself on my cock. Youll waddle through camp with my seed still dripping out of you because I took you again at dawn. Never hiding it. Never. I want every warrior to see this belly and know exactly who breeds his wife.”
Your free hand claws at his chest for balance the one he holds he lifts to his mouth, tusks scraping your knuckles, tongue licking the salt from your skin.
“Feel that?” he growls, pressing your joined hands to your lower belly so you feel him moving beneath the skin. “Thats where my army starts. Right here.”
He shifts you just a little, lifting your hips and tilting them forward.
Now every time you sink down, the thick ridge of his cock rubs hard over that one perfect spot inside you. It feels like lightning. Your breath catches, your thighs shake, and suddenly you cant help it you start moving faster, chasing that bright, hot burst of pleasure, rolling your hips again and again because you need more of it, need it so bad it hurts.
“Greedy little wife,” he laughs, dark and delighted. “Already learning how to fuck yourself on me.”
"Nngh〜 please gorvak" you whimper
His free hand slides to your ass, spreads you wider, controls the pace now, lifting and slamming you down until the furs bunch beneath his shoulders and the wet slap of your bodies echoes off stone. Seed from the first load leaks around his cock with every thrust, smearing your thighs, his hips and the furs beneath.
You’re close, so close your vision whites out at the edges.
“Come” he snarls, slamming up hard enough to jolt your whole body. “Milk me. Pull my seed deep where it belongs.”
You shatter.
The climax rips through you like a blade, back arching, walls clenching so hard around him that he roars, hips jerking, and spills again, thick, scalding ropes painting your insides until your belly feels hot and tight and impossibly full.
He keeps moving through it, drawing out every aftershock until youre sobbing, boneless and draped over his chest.
Only then does he still, cock still pulsing, still plugging every drop. His hand never leaves yours. He brings your joined fingers to his lips, kisses each one, tusks once again grazing tender skin.
“Second load” he whispers against your knuckles, voice hoarse. “And I’m still hard.” He rolls his hips lazily, slow and filthy, proving it. Your whimper makes him smile, slow and savage.
He presses your hand harder against the slight swell of your belly, forcing you to feel the heat of what hes already poured into you.
He still doesnt let go.
He falls back onto the furs, pulling you with him so you sprawl across his chest, still impaled, still joined hand to hand. His free arm locks around your waist, keeping you flush, keeping every drop sealed inside.
He rolls his hips lazily, still hard, still hungry.
“Third load coming, little wife,” he murmurs against your temple. “Then the fourth. Fifth. Until youre overflowing and your womb aches when I’m not inside it.”
“You’re going to give me an army,” he says, soft and lethal. “And every time you come on my cock you’ll remember who put it there.”
He kisses the inside of your wrist, right over the pulse that races for him now.
“Mine,” he says, soft and lethal. “Body. Womb. Pleasure. Pain. Future. All fucking mine.”
And then he starts again, slow, deep, endless, your hand locked in his the entire time.
The torches burn lower and lower until the room is only red embers and shadows.Gorvak never lets go of your hand. He keeps you on top of him, thighs spread wide, his thick cock buried in your sore, newly-opened body.
You were a virgin when the night began.
You are not one now, and he makes sure you feel every single moment of that truth.
He moves you slow at first, lifting your hips, letting you sink down inch by inch so you remember how it felt the first time he split you open. Your legs shake. Your breath comes in little hurt sounds. Every time you try to hide your face in his neck he pulls your hand to his lips and kisses your fingers, then makes you ride him harder.
“Again,” he growls each time you come, walls fluttering around him like youre still trying to push him out even while you pull him deeper. He spills inside you over and over hot, thick ropes that never seem to stop until your belly feels warm and tight and youre sure you can’t take any more.
But you do.
Fourth time.
Fifth time.
Sixth.
You lose count somewhere after the moon starts to fade.
Youre crying quietly now, not from pain anymore, just from how full you are, how raw, how completely his. Your thighs gave out hours ago he just holds your hips and uses you gently, then roughly, then gently again, whispering the whole time.
“Still my virgin in every way that matters,” he rasps against your ear, voice cracked from hours of roaring. “No one else will ever have this. No one else will ever open you. No one else will ever put a child in you. Only me.”
When the first pale light slips through the high slit in the wall, youre laying over his chest, shaking, stuffed so full your belly looks softly swollen already.
His cock is still inside you, half hard, still leaking slow, steady pulses like he cant turn it off.
Gorvak kisses your wet cheeks, your swollen lips, the fresh bite on your neck that will scar.
“Morning little wife,” he murmurs, rolling his hips once, lazy and deep, drawing a broken whimper from you.
“Suns up,” he says, smiling against your hair. “Time to start again.”
And he does after giving you a nice full meal and a nice warm bath with him continuously spilling his seed inside
Outside, the war camp wakes to the low, steady sounds of their champion breeding his virgin prize again, and again, and again, until every soul in the city knows exactly who took your innocence and exactly who you belong to now.
Okay, but imagine being a human with a massive monster kink. All you want is to fuck a monster but you are way too shy to approach any of them. You find an ad looking for humans who wish to pleasure monsters at a place called “Pleasure House” that specializes in Glory Holes. You think it’s the perfect opportunity to get a little experience with monsters while still keeping yourself hidden. You quickly answer the ad, and two days later, you are at the pleasure house in your own little room.
You gasp quietly as a groan brings your attention to the hole in the wall. You look over just in time to see a very large cock poke through. The cock is almost as long as your forearm and it’s so thick you know you’ll need both hands to wrap around it. It’s a dark green and has a few prominent veins that stand out. You drop to your knees without really thinking, your body and mind on autopilot as you stare at the massive shaft that’s dripping precum. You use both hands to stroke, your panties becoming soaked as you drag moans and deep grunts from what you can only assume is an orc.
You lick up the underside of his fat shaft before taking his tip in your mouth and sucking. Your hands work the shaft, and you moan as his precum fills your mouth. Your panties are drenched by the time he cums, filling your mouth as you try your best to swallow fast, some cum inevitably spilling from the corners of your mouth and dripping down onto your chest. The orc pulls back from his side of the wall with a gruff, “Thanks babe. That was fucking perfect”.
You hear him exit his room, and you think you may have just found your new favorite activity. As you hear another monster enter the other room and see a thick knotted cock push through the hole, you know that you’ll be spending lots of time here.
Werewolf boyfriend who just has to have his knot in you every day.
He starts ripping through your clothes as soon as you walk through the door because he's so ready to be inside you. He just had you bent over the bathroom sink this morning and made you late for work, but he's biting off your panties and lapping at your cunt like he's needed you for weeks.
Loves how wet you get with every little grunt and growl he lets out as you're riding him until the fur around his navel and thighs is soaked with you. One huge, clawed hand has a tight grip around your middle to keep you from squirming while he fucks his knot up into you.
If you're feeling tired he's giving you the most pathetic puppy eyes and no he doesn't even feel embarrassed about begging because fuck he just needs to have you squeezing around his cock while he breeds you please please please...
Wants you flat on your tummy for your comfort and so he can press you deeper into the mattress every time he sinks into you. He has both your hands wrapped completely in one of his and pinned above your head when he pushes his knot in so slowly, almost cumming again from the way you're whimpering and crying into the sheets.
parings: Mermaid, ghost, vampire, wives x female reader.
warnings: jealousy, fingers, oral, angst, rough sex, blood, possessive behavior death, loss/ mourning(ghost wife) , mental health, haunting, dubcon for ghost wife. denial, kinda sub reader, porn WITH plot.
A/N: Tumblrs twitter post made me feel so disappointed, y’all.
When your monster wife gets jealous, you’re the only one who can calm her down.
MERMAID WIFE
You and your wife grew up in entirely different environments. While you were able to swim underwater and breathe thanks to her limited magic, she however didn’t have the power to transform into a human with legs or join you in many activities on land, but she still tried her best to support you from afar. You spent most of your time at the beach with her. Always near the shore where no one else came to. It was rocky and the waters were overall dangerous and rough. When you were gathering supplies or took a break from the underwater depths to resurface on land, you always brought back cute knickknacks and foods for your curious wife. She’s always been intrigued by human cuisines, always asking you about what foods you ate as a child, or what humans did for fun.
You felt really bad that she couldn’t join you to the local shops and restaurants on the beach pier, so one day when the two of you are cuddling in your underwater cave at night, you promise her you’ll set up a picnic date the next morning. To your excitement she almost instantly agrees. You’re already on land by morning time, fuzzy eyes opening from sleep as your wife pokes and kisses your cheeks. It was about 6 am, you could tell since the sun was still barely rising over the horizon. It was the perfect time to start preparing for your little picnic. You two talk some more, planning what you both would eat before you head into town.
You go to your home to get a cooler and some blankets tucked away in the garage, and then head out to the small local shops that were just starting to crowd up. You still worked a job in the city, so thankfully you had a good amount of money leftover after paying your bills
It took you a while to get the food since there was a line of people at the grocery store, but you managed to snag a couple of treats that your wife liked and some sandwiches. You put your receipts, food and drinks in the cooler, making your way back to the beach. Since it was still early morning and people were out grocery shopping, there weren’t too many people on the beach except a select few couples and lifeguards. You hurry your way the best you can through the sand, but sadly the amount of grocery bags in your hand we’re weighing you down. You really wanted to make this date special, but maybe you went a bit overboard with the shopping.
You were close to the rocks that cut off people’s visions from the empty side of the beach, but unfortunately for you, you trip on a tiny rock you overlooked. Your bags fell to the ground, thankfully everything inside was still fully salvageable. You go to pick them up, sighing in annoyance about how clumsy you were, but a slim hand from behind you already beat you to it.
“ You look like you could use some help.”
A kind woman in a lifeguard uniform smiles at you, her eyes crinkling as she picks up the rest of your bags on the ground, patting away the excess sand with a small shake.
“You’re heading into a dangerous area, ma’am. Are you new to the area?” The woman meets your eyes, her lips still stuck in a polite smile. “Many locals normally avoid this area because of the rocks. Would you like me to lead you back to the main beach? I can definitely show you around the area if you’d like.”
“For someone as pretty as yourself, I’d hate it if something happened to you. I’m glad I stumbled upon you before you went any further.”
An awkward smile grazes over your mouth.. the obvious flirting was almost too much to bear. You had never been caught sneaking off before, so why'd it have to happen today of all days? Maybe because you were carrying a shopping spree of groceries and a cooler like an idiot.. “Oh, yes, thank you. I must have taken the wrong path. I’d love some help.”
You play along, letting the lifeguard help you pull your cooler back to the main beach as she talks about the local life in this small city you were all too familiar with. You let her lead you just a bit further from the rocks before you stop. “I’ll stay here, thank you for helping me.” You politely bow your head, noticing the disappointment etched on the woman’s face.
“You’ll visit the beach again, won’t you?” She asks, “I work a bit further down. It’d be nice to see you again.”
After politely talking to the lifeguard, she leaves to go back to her post. Once you see her leave your field of vision you run away back to the rocks, crawling over them and hauling your cooler rather quickly alongside you. You take the short walk to edge of the beach where your wife normally waits for you. It was long past the time you said you’d come back. Hopefully the food didn’t grow stale.
“I’m back,” you cheerfully sing your wife’s name, approaching her as she sits on the sand underneath a cluster of trees. Her back is facing you, arms crossed and her long tail swaying impatiently back and forth in the water. Her normally stiff scales on her shoulders flared out. Maybe she was upset you took so long. “Hi, baby.” You softly speak, sitting beside her and lightly hugging around her waist. You try to cuddle her, but pull away when you feel her stiffen. You look up at her and gasp, her normally yellow eyes were now dimmer, a lot darker and more intense, and her sharp teeth flared out, biting into her bottom lip. She looked beyond annoyed.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” You’re quick to try and comfort her, giving her some space as you try to get her to look at you.
A quiet growl escapes her lips as she rapidly turns to you, pinning your body underneath her on the sand. “You must have had fun with that human, didn’t you, wife?” Her breathing was slow, calm and collected, her eyes sharp enough to slice right through you. She bares her teeth, growling defensively when you try to sit up.
“What are you talking about?” You return her glare back at her, something she definitely didn’t take too kindly.
“The human woman, don’t play dumb with me.”
“I can smell her scent all over you. Do you think I couldn’t hear your little conversation?”
You roll your eyes, and your wife clicks her tongue, grabbing your hips to drag you closer to the edge of the shore.
“She was only helping me pick up my groceries.”
“She was flirting with you.”
“She was only trying to help, she didn’t know.”
Your wife hisses in annoyance, dragging the both of you underneath the calm ocean waters, abandoning the cooler of food on the rocks. Your wife wastes no time tearing through your swim suit, ripping a clean line down the middle with her sharp nails as her mouth presses into yours roughly. Her tongue is skillful, already overpowering your tongue as it lingers near your throat. Her sharp teeth pinch and nibble at your bottom lip before she pulls away.
“Must I mark your body? Give you a little scar? Let everyone know you’re taken? ” She sounded frustrated as she swam down, pinning you to the soft sand on the sea floor. “I know I don't have the ability to go with you on land, I get that. But it haunts me thinking you will replace me one day. Don’t you understand that?”
You soften, reaching out your hand to her cheek for her to nuzzle into. “You don’t have to worry about me leaving you, ever.”
“Don’t you understand that I can’t love anyone as much as I love you?”
You feel her relax in your hold, a flash of an apologetic expression on her face.
“Still,” she whispered, clawing into your waist to pull you closer. “I should make an effort to protect you the best I can, should I not?” she licks the shell of your ear before cooing lovingly into your shoulder “I’ll make sure no one gives you trouble. If I see you cover up my mark I’ll just simply have to add more..”
She bites into your soft flesh, licking around your skin when you cry out to ebb the pain. She’s always gentle when it comes down to her teeth, but in order to mark you she needed to be a bit rougher.
“Shh, it’s ok.” She’s sucking under your chin now, licking and slurping until she comes back in contact with your mouth, pressing you into the sand as she does as she pleases.
The black tentacles hidden away on her back shoot out, each one wrapping around your limbs holding you still, you let out a soft whimper when you feel one slipping between your puffy folds, stroking your clit with small circles.
“There’s my good girl, so perfect for me.”
“I’ll reward you soon enough.”
And she does, the smaller black tentacle is joined with one of her longer ones, it pushes near your entrance, teasing and lubricating the opening with a sticky goo. It pushes inside you with a sharp thrust, splitting your pussy open to your wife’s amusement.
“You’re doing so well.”
The small tentacle on your clit rubs soothing circles, causing you to whine and writhe around in the sand. The tentacle inside you eases its way inside, thick girth unforgiving and long. It curves, slipping in and out your pussy so it can rub around that delicious spot inside you that makes you scream. You struggle, naturally trying to close your legs because it was almost too much to bear, but your wife lets out a warning growl.
“Let me show you how much pleasure I can give you, wife.”
Another tentacle playfully circles around your entrance before pushing in with the other. The sensation of two of them deep in your cunt already makes you want to cum from the feeling alone.
“Can’t—“ you pant out, “I’m gonna cum..”
“Go ahead,” she smiles, rubbing that smaller tentacle over your bundle of nerves slower to draw out your orgasm as you cum around them, clenching them so tightly in your hold.
After you cum your wife swims the two of you back to the surface, holding your limp body delicately as she lays you on the sand.
Thankfully all the food was still well and fresh to enjoy your date. Once you finish you plan on letting your wife know how much you truly love and appreciate her.
GHOST WIFE
Before the two of you could go on a proper honeymoon, your gentle wife ended up dying in a fatal car crash on her way back home. Your five year relationship closed with a horrific ending you never imagined coming in a million years. To say you were locked in your house for weeks was a kind statement. Even after you re-entered back into society you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling dreadfully alone, still trapped inside your mind with racing thoughts of what happened weeks ago. The house the two of you once shared was empty and full all at the same time. You didn’t change anything, you didn’t dare. All her belongings were still tucked exactly where she left them when she died. Each time you came back home, the door chimed with the set of bells she left on the knob. She said it was a decorative choice, a piece you’ve now come to love and appreciate more after her passing. Yet the sound makes you feel more eager to see her greet you like old times, but you knew it’d never happen.
You wish you told her how much you appreciated her.
You really loved her.
Months felt like days, and days felt like seconds, but after six years of getting back on your feet you were somewhat more confident to move out of your old house that you shared with your wife. Your friends believed it’d be best if you didn’t stay in a place where painful memories were. And maybe they were right, you didn’t know. Maybe it was for the best. You took a few boxes, returned some of her valuables to her family despite your hesitation. Of course you still carried a few things of hers with you. Your ring for example, you’ve never taken it off since the day she put it on your finger at your wedding. It still sat nice and snug around you.
Moving in was simple after selling your old house. This new home would be a place to start clearing your head. Although, you knew you’d never have the grace to actually forget about the past.
You started working at a new location after you left your hometown. The atmosphere was tense since you were such a newbie, and the question if you were married was always an awkward topic when coworkers caught a glance at your worn out wedding ring wrapped around your finger. You couldn’t blame them for asking though.
Everything was going fine for the first few months. You didn’t know anyone personally, but you were starting to grow friendly enough with your coworkers where they’d invite you out to eat after work. You were doing ok. As ok as you could be. It wasn’t perfect, but you were becoming a bit more comfortable in this new city.
It wasn’t until one night after heading home from a bar you started to experience strange things in your home. When you were laying in bed at night most times, the lights in the hall would flicker on. Other days, you’d hear footsteps in your living room. Yet there wasn’t anyone there. You’ve asked police countless times to strip your home with a thorough search, but each result comes back the same. Nothing.
You started to notice there was a pattern. These instances weren’t frequent, you’ve noticed they only occurred when your older coworker at your job talks to you. Most days at the office were quiet and calming. When you’re alone or with friends you come home to a silent house, but whenever you’re approached by this strange coworker you’re always looking around dark corners in your home like someone will pop out eventually. Maybe he has something to do with all of these weird occurrences?
Maybe he followed you..
You test out your theory by approaching him first, a surprising first time occurrence that didn’t go unnoticed by him. He’s kind, a bit more flirty than usual today. Maybe you approaching him gave him the confidence to be a bit more bold. When you get back to your house later that night you’re expecting to be bombarded. It’s dark, and even when you turn the lights on it’s eerily quiet. You wait for a few hours, but there’s nothing there, no footsteps or flickering lights to be seen or heard. You felt more comfortable getting in the shower for the night. You strip down after searching through your house one last time, locking the door behind you just in case before stepping into the warm flowing water.
It was calming, as calm as you felt in days. You scrub your body, humming a soft tune as you try and concentrate on the timid drops of water coating your skin. It was going well, so, so well before you finally hear it.
It was almost instant. Harsh breathing on your neck felt like a cold glacier, and the feeling of a body weighed on yours that pushed you to a wall felt so cold to the touch that you couldn’t help but shiver. But when you whipped your head over your quivering shoulder you saw absolutely no one there.
“I won’t let him have you.”
A gentle whisper near your ear hit you like a rushing train. You had too many feelings of shock and disbelief welling up. You thought you had long forgotten the sound of your wife’s voice by now, but the weary voice whispering in your ear felt all too familiar. Yet, you still felt so terrified.
“You’re mine.”
“Who are you?” You shiver, voice on the edge of cracking.
A gush of wind flows over your body as invisible hands rub and grope your wet breast “I’ll kill him before I let him have you.” The voice sounded tired as it wailed into your shoulder. “You’re mine.” Chilled fingers pinch your now pebbled nipples, the haunting voice behind you now sighing in delight as it watches your knees buckle. It was almost like your pleasure came naturally to the spirit “You are…”
A cold finger rubs against your stomach, trailing its way down between your thighs to your warmth, pressing to your bundle of nerves gently before rubbing tight circles.
“A-Ah—“ you let out a sharp breath, mind clouded as the icy finger rubbing your clit worked you out. It’s slow, rubbing circles everywhere over your poor bud. Up, under, on the sides, like it desperately needed to feel your clit pulsing on the pad of its finger.
You buckle to the wall when the unforgiving fingers pinch your clit, invisible chest giving you some stability so you don’t fall. “You still feel the same.” The spirit leans into you, mouth parting before connecting to your lips. You couldn’t see it, but you try reaching your trembling hand for it to grab regardless, thankful when you feel cold digits intertwine with yours.
The long slender finger circling your bud grew tighter, faster, if you could collapse right now you would, but the strong invisible body holding you up wouldn’t allow you. You felt like you’d cum any second now with how rough it was being.
After pinching your clit again you gush, cum trickling down your pulsing hole to your shaky thighs.
“All this time I only watched, waited.”
You’re roughly flipped over so your backs to the shower wall, now face to face with the frightening translucent figure of your undead wife. Her face was still the same, eyes still lazy and droopy when she was alive, but her skin was covered head to toe in blood, and her irises were a fuzzy white. “I won’t let you go that easily.”
“I won’t let you go at all,” She growls.
Before you could speak she’s back on you, chapped lips covering your mouth to trap your frightened breath. Her tongue tasted like nothing, it only felt cold as it twisted around yours before slipping down your throat. It felt rough, and almost painful. But you leaned into her despite all that. She was still your wife after all (hopefully). Her long tongue invaded your throat, pushing back and forth. The chill felt too strong for you to continue. You gasp, pulling away from her with short pants.
“Shh, shh. I’m here now, don’t worry. I’ll keep my promise of taking care of you.”
“You must have felt lonely,” she rubs a stray tear that leaves your eye. When did you even start crying? “I’ve felt lonely too.”
She leans into you, long slender fingers parting your wet folds before nestling inside your trembling pussy. “You won’t be alone ever again.” Her fingers are bony, hard, and as expected, very cold. She glides them in and out your gaping pussy, and it’s almost like she knew how to please you like it was in her nature. Like it came naturally even though it’s been years since she had the chance to even touch you.
“A-Ah— please. I—“ you grip on her shoulders, mouth agape as you beg for her to do..something. You weren’t even sure what you wanted yourself, but she complied. “You want more? Greedy little thing...” Her free hand that was gripping your hip lowered between your legs to your clit, rubbing and pinching at it while her fingers that were deep in your cunt curled.
“Mh— nhh.”
“You look beautiful like this. I won’t let anyone else have you.” Fuzzy white spots over your vision as you cum, squirting around her fingers, but she doesn’t stop. She’s been waiting years for the ring on your finger to finally work its magic and revive her spirit, but since it only allowed her to be seen as a ghost that’ll do for now. As long as she gets to touch you like this again.
She has her fill with you that night, making you cum all over her fingers and thigh until you pass out in the shower, and when you wake up? You’re already back in bed, covers draped over your sore naked body. You think it’s just a dream, maybe you got too carried away last night thinking about your late wife, so you go to work to try and take your mind off things.
It’s another slow day, painfully slow. You had nothing to distract you from the thoughts of last night racing in your head. It was starting to feel blurry and unclear. You go for lunch, sitting alone at one of the cafeteria tables when your flirtatious coworker sneaks his way behind you.
“You look tired.”
You jump in your chair before relaxing when you notice who it was. “Sorry,” you smile apologetically. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
You chat for a bit, normal, casual small talk. You actually think you almost forgot about last night for a minute while talking for a hot second. But of course, he had to go away. His work wasn’t going to get done on its own after all. You wave goodbye, smiling awkwardly as you shift back to your lonely seat in the far corner of the busy cafeteria. You were about to open your lunch before you smack your hand onto your bottom lip in shock.
Two familiar long bony fingers curled inside your folds, the feeling icy and painfully slow. You yelp, but a pair of dry lips are there to keep you silent once more.
“I told you that you’re mine..maybe I should fuck you in front of him next time..”
From then on, each time your coworker approached you, you turned the opposite direction. The thought of your wife making you cum in public made you look mad to anyone walking by. Hopefully to them it looked like you had a fever.
If you were caught slipping though, and accidentally bumped into your coworker your wife wouldn’t let you know peace. Sometimes when you think you’re safe from her jealousy you’ll be awoken in the middle of the night to a frozen tongue licking and slurping around your small clit before pushing inside your needy hole. She can make you cum for hours just to prove her point.
VAMPIRE WIFE
Your wife was gracious enough to let you keep your humanity. Knowing what happens mid transition to the newer age of vampires, she never wanted you to crave blood lust. Not like she had centuries ago. She was an older vampire, much more emotionally mature to grow past that insane hunger. Fresh human blood was nice, yes, but a lingering part of her humanity went against hunting weaker prey just to satisfy her own taste buds. Once a human gets bit, and if they’re still alive of course, the whole process of turning could be quite painful..She did not want you to suffer such a tortuous experience feeling your life drain away from you.
But you begged, relentlessly. The thoughts of dying without her left you waking up in the middle of the night clinging to her side, gripping her wrist with a trembling hand just to feel she was there with you. So, how could she not comply?
Once she finally helped you to transform, you laid in bed for weeks, too afraid to act on the spinning impulsive thoughts in your head begging you to hunt. But your instincts gave in, naturally. Late one night you just couldn’t take it anymore. Your skin was pulsing despite not being alive, and your head was pumping with thoughts you’d never think when you were human. You had climbed out of your shared bed with your wife, sneaking off into the halls of the large castle you both resided in. You knew there were humans here, you could smell them, you knew there were volunteers who bravely took the chance to be bitten by a hungry, bored or “generous” vampire of the court for a chance at immortality. That’s why your wife never allowed you to set foot in the other part of a castle as a mere human. You’d probably be killed or turned immediately. Most humans who willingly sacrificed themselves would end up similar to the last poor soul who came to the castle looking for immortality. Dead, sucked dry and buried in a pile of forgotten bodies.
You search through the garden vigorously, any sign of life didn’t seem present here, or maybe it was just under your nose.
“You look starved.” You almost snap your neck at the low sound of a man’s voice from behind you. The pulsing in your body from your new instincts were too strong to focus on anything else around you but the taste for blood. The smell of the rawness around you felt uncontrollable and terrifying. How did you not smell him? “You must be a newer vampire. You’re shaking like one. Well- those are what the rumors I’ve heard say at least.” The man walked toward you, stopping as he noticed your teeth digging into your bottom lip to ebb the tingling sensation in your mouth. “I shouldn’t approach a new aged vampire, but I’m willing to take the risk to rid myself of mortality. So, how about we trade?”
“I know you’re hungry”
He comes closer, offering his neck. It looked so wide, breakable and full of blood. He lifts your chin, but you don’t even seem to notice. “I heard transformations take days..so maybe you and I can get to know one another better, and I can feed you in the time being.” Nothing about this was sentimental or romantic to you. All you wanted to do was messily tear your teeth through his neck. You doubt you’d leave enough blood for him to stay alive, let alone transform. Days of getting to know him? Your body was already holding back as much as you could. You were about to murder him.
You bare your fangs, short nails growing ten times longer as you sink them into his shoulders. You’re about to bite him..kill him..but when you go for a taste your teeth only dig into a cold, dead arm.
“I told you to stay in the bed.” Your wife glares at you, ruby eyes a fiery crimson as she pushes the man away from you to the floor, before holding you to her chest. “Depart, mortal” her tongue rang with venom “if you wish to get your immortality you best look elsewhere, unless you have a death wish.”
The man shivers, freezing for a moment before clumsily getting up and departing back inside the dark castle halls. Your wife was lucky she was an older, stronger vampire, otherwise she probably wouldn’t be able to drag you back to your shared room.
“This is why you should listen to me—“ she has you in a collar tied to a long chain near the bedside table. It’s not like this would be enough to hold you back, but you’d rather be stuck in weak chains than face the fury of your pissed off wife. You were sure she would be much more ruthless if you dared to even try breaking free. “You do not want to kill civilians, do you?”
“I do not..”
“Then stay put.” You’ve never seen her so annoyed before throughout your whole relationship, she looked furious.
“Anything you need you can find through me. I do not like seeing you wrapped to a human man, not then, not ever.” It was true that your wife always has a distaste for human men. Honestly, even stray male vampires who lingered a bit too close to you always ended with a protective arm over your shoulder.
“What do you need?” Her voice is a bit softer now as she kneels to meet you on the floor, the chill of both your hands are of no concern as she tries to sooth and warm your palm by rubbing her thumbs over your skin. “I do not wish to see you in pain.”
“My teeth are too sensitive.. and I need— “crave” blood”
“Then use me” lowering the upper side of her nightgown, she exposes her full neck. She didn’t have normal blood, obviously, but the feeling would be just the same. The only difference was she could actually handle how rough you were to become.
“I don’t wish to hurt you.”
“Oh honey,” she holds your chin, “I’ve dealt with worse pain.”
“I can certainly deal with your little tantrum.”
You shoot her a harsh glare, but she pays you no mind. She lowers your head, pulling you close to her icy embrace. Only when you’re merely an inch away do you finally bite into her. You try to be gentle, but each suck and lick were no use. For an undead person, your wife always tasted so sweet on your tongue. “You can always come to me,”
light bites weren’t enough for you, you needed to be rougher, and you knew she’d let you. All bets were off the table right now for soft touches. That coming from the both of you.
“Are you ok?” You pull away, surprised by her untouched calm expression.
“Hm?” She raises a brow, rubbing your forehead. “Was I not satisfactory?”
“Should I throw in a scream? Pretend for your sake?”
“You already know the answer to that question. Stop being ridiculous.” You pout, pulling her into you. You could never be close enough..
“You’re still hungry aren’t you?” She stands up to your disappointment, walking to the bedroom closet to grab at a sealed bag. Inside were a few small vials filled with a dark red liquid which you could assume was blood.
“Where have you been keeping these..?”
“In a refrigerator, how else do you think they’re so well preserved? I’m surprised you haven’t smelt them. Now, be a good girl and say ahhh-“ she grips your chin, coaxing you to open your mouth before spilling the thick blood between your lips. “I’ve been holding back on giving you a taste, but since you’re far too gone I’ll entertain your cravings..”
You swallow it whole, licking your bottom lip to catch a stray drop threatening to ooze down your chin. “Where..did you get it from?”
“I buy mine at an underground market, I have my preferences.” She pops another vial open with her mouth “I don’t like to get my hands dirty. It’s not pretty.”
“I like staying clean for my sweet wife, but since you want to act rough, I most certainly can comply.”
She pours the whole tube into her mouth before leaning in to kiss you, grabbing onto your ass to seat you on her lap.
Your kiss is sloppy and wet, both of you clawing into one another with sharp nails to get a taste of the blood and one another’s flavor. You try to swallow as much as you can without gagging. The taste wasn’t something you were immediately used to despite your heavy cravings.
“Mh—“ your wife pushes you to the wall, her strength working numbers since you weren’t able to move. Blood coats on both of your chins and chest after you both pull away to face each other, a huge mess.
“I didn’t like seeing that man so close to you.” She whispered, leaning her forehead to yours. She looked vulnerable, less angry now.
“I am sorry..I was only hungry,” you whispered back, a lot of regret present in your expression. “I wasn’t sure what to eat. All I wanted was blood.” You looked ashamed. “I'm sure I’d kill him if you didn’t come along..”
“You’re hungry, restless, I get it.” Your wife’s tone is gentle once more, nuzzling her nose into you to soothe your anxious thoughts. “That’s why you ask me. I am here for you, my heart.”
Her tongue meets your cheek, licking away the blood smeared on your skin before lowering herself between your breasts. “You wouldn’t mind if I cleaned you up, would you?” Her sharp nail rips through your nightgown, shredding it in half before exposing you bare. She hauls you to the bed, eyeing over you with a predatory gaze “You’re all sticky, you know I can’t stand a mess.”
“You do look gorgeous like this though..” she snarled, kissing her way between your breast and down your stomach before coming face to face with your pussy. “I hate to be wasteful, so let me be careful as to not waste a drop.”
Before you can question her she pours another vial of blood over your pussy, licking her lips as she watches your shocked expressions.
“It’s not fair..” you frown “I’m the one who's hungry..”
“You think I won’t let you have a taste?” She licks your clit “your pussy is too sweet, I’d be cruel not to let you try it like this.”
“And lucky for me that it’s all mine.”
She’s rough, sloppily making out between your folds and slurping blood along with your arousal. Her hands are rough, much rougher than when the two of you had sex when you were a human..you had no idea she’s been holding back this much until now.
“Mhh..” you tried to lift your leg, but she kept you grounded with her hand as she abused your clit. She had kept her promise. She wasn’t going to let you go anywhere until she’s cleaned up the blood and cum between your puffy folds.
She's relentless, fast tongue basically vibrating against you as she eats you out. And when you do cum she’s there to clean you up again. A never ending cycle.
“Don’t you see how much better I can treat you?”
“You won’t need anything else but my tongue to calm you down.”
A/N: I really love monsters, I want to try writing for more soon. If anyone has any suggestions lmk! I wanna write for more orcs and robots in the futureee.
✦ Warning: sexual content, age gap (20–???), r4pe, noncon, breeding kink, forced breeding, gagging, choking, spell, mass murder, death of children, black flag oc.
Yandere Fae who has known you since you were a little girl when you wandered into his forest chasing a butterfly.
Yandere Fae who was tempted to kill you when you entered their territory; but he didn't do it since he was surprised by the fact that you passed without any problem the magical barrier that was holding him.
Yandere Fae who for some reason and against his or her better judgment ends up playing with you; He sits on the soft moss-covered ground while you cheerfully arrange flowers and leaves in his long white hair.
Yandere Fae who feels a little disappointed when you tell him you have to come home or your parents will scold you; He acts indifferent and tries to forget what happened, only to be pleasantly surprised when you return the next day.
Yandere Fae who begins meeting with you every day in the same place, but first makes you promise never to tell other humans about his existence.
Yandere Fae who feeds you candy in exchange for promising that you will be his in the future when you grow up and you happily promise it just wanting to eat more of those delicious candy; unaware of the huge mistake you made.
Yandere Fae who during one of those encounters ends up asking you your name and you innocently give it to him, ignoring the enormous and absolute power you have given him over you.
Yandere Fae who scares you to no end when he kills a man who followed you when you went to see him; Although you don't know it, he could see the bad intentions in the heart of the man who followed you.
Yandere Fae who tries to stop you when you run towards your house sobbing, but you sneak outside the barrier and he can't follow you; He waits for you to come back the next day to console you but you don't come back, you don't come back that day, nor the next, nor the next...
Yandere Fae who waits 15 long years with his sanity completely broken to be able to see you again, he feels betrayed and upset by the fact that you disappeared without a trace, leaving him alone again.
Yandere Fae who one day finally gains enough strength to break the barrier that holds him and keeps him chained to the clearing, now that he is free he only has one thing on his mind (besides giving you your rightful place at his side, obviously) to find and punish his disobedient wife for being so cruel.
After destroying your village and cruelly slaughtering all the inhabitants, not even caring about the children, he broke into your humble home and killed your parents when they tried to attack him to protect you. He also killed your innocent little sister right before your eyes. A muffled scream escaped your parched lips, and he approached you, taking you tightly in his arms before throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you to the forest clearing where you two had first met.
You tried to fight him off, twisting and kicking your legs to try and escape. Your fists pounded against his back, but the attempt was pathetic at best. Frustrated by your stubbornness, he muttered something in a language you couldn't understand, and suddenly your body felt heavy and powerless. When they finally reached the clearing he placed you on the soft mattress of moss that covered the floor.
“I apologize for the spell, but your unpleasant attitude was beginning to tire me, dear wife.”
His voice comes out soft as velvet almost like a mockery as his long, pale fingers trace the contour of your face, his long, sharp nails leaving red trails on the skin of your cheeks but stopping short of cutting the skin.
“I'm not your wife! You... are a monster!”
You try to put all your hate into your voice so he can see how upset you are about all of this, about everything he caused, but your voice sounds more like a muffled stutter, your tongue heavy with the disturbing fullness you feel in your body and mind.
“Ha ha ha! You're very funny, dear wife, but you shouldn't say things like that... your husband might get very upset, and who knows what he'd do to you?”
His laughter cuts off abruptly and his voice turns terrifyingly serious; you can't help but shudder in fear; He takes your silence as a sign of submission, so he wastes no time and begins to remove the simple dress you're wearing. His long nails cut through the fabric with terrifying ease. When your body is exposed to his eyes his hands travel to your breasts and he squeezes firmly.
“Such beautiful tits, you've become a real beauty... you're a work of art, all for your husband to enjoy, aren't you, dear wife?”
When you purse your lips, refusing to respond, he lets out a dark laugh; He looks at you with half-closed eyes, a wicked smile slipping onto his lips before he takes your nipples between his ring and index fingers, tugging firmly at your nubs, hardened by the cold, making you let out a stifled gasp and a shiver running down your spine.
“You are a fighter my dear wife and I really can't wait to see you break down and accept your destiny at my side~”
He wastes no time and opens his pants releasing his hard member; the pale length is adorned with a pink mushroom head and glistening pearls of precum at the tip. He pumps his cock with one of his hands while rubbing tight circles on your pussy with the other, being careful not to cut yourself with his nails. you feel a hot shame as your body reacts to his caresses, your pussy slowly getting wet almost dripping with love juices.
“Awww, look at that, my dear wife. Your pussy cries for me. Maybe your foolish mind won't accept its place, but your pretty body certainly will. At least this little pussy is honest with me.”
You frown at his teasing comment, letting out a gasp as two of his fingers delve into your tight heat, his fingers rubbing against your warm, wet inner walls. He leans over you, getting closer to your ear and you can't help but shiver when he speaks and his warm breath hits your skin.
“We'll have even more fun when I take you to the Fae realm with me. With my kind around, you'll think twice about doing something stupid, my dear wife.”
He laughs darkly and removes his fingers from your pussy, your sticky fluids cover his fingers and he smiles before putting them in his mouth cleaning them, when he removes them he murmurs a “delicious~” before taking his cock in his hand guiding it towards your sensitive pussy, you close your eyes as he rubs his fat mushroom head against your wet folds for a few seconds before sliding inside you.
“What a tight pussy you have, dear wife~ you feel like paradise, the wait was worth it ~”
He savors the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock, your walls throb trying to adapt to his thick circumference, he gives you a few tentative thrusts before beginning to thrust into you firmly, you release gasps and moans at the pain mixed with the pleasure you feel, he notices the outline of his cock that is marked on your belly with each thrust, smiling his hands grab your waist and squeeze the bulge.
“You really are a sweet little thing, aren't you? Look at my cock pushing its way and abusing your pussy, I can't wait to see my son growing inside you, dear wife.”
He laughs darkly at his own words, one of his hands moves up to your chest squeezing your nipple hard twisting it between his fingers, his balls slapping again and again against your plush ass, you feel dizzy at the feeling of his fat cock hitting your cervix along with his fingers pinching your sore nipple, your toes tighten and you roll your eyes lost in pleasure.
“You're really enjoying this aren't you? Of course if I look at your fucked up face, it's very sensual you really know how to drive me crazy, you're really a little slut ~”
He releases your nipple and brings his fingers to your half-open mouth, you choke when he puts two fingers inside, flattening your tongue, he laughs pleased when you suck on his fingers clumsily, his other hand rubs circles over your pussy, your trembling legs tighten around his waist, bringing him closer to you.
He presses himself onto you even more, his fingers are stuck so deep in your throat that you gag, he takes his fingers out of your mouth just grabbing your legs, unwrapping them from his waist and opening them firmly giving him room to fuck you even deeper, his cock goes in and out of your weeping pussy over and over again, his cock throbs as his release approaches.
“I'm going to cum deep inside you and give you the blessing of being the mother of my children, you know my parents had many children... I have forty-three brothers and sisters, but I'm sure that you and I will have even more than that, my dear ~”
With those words and a few erratic thrusts he comes, he buries himself deep inside you while ropes and ropes of his thick semen fill your rubbery uterus and fertilize you, he hardly seems agitated unlike you who is blushing, disheveled and drooling beneath him, he keeps his cock inside you although a little of his semen overflows and falls to the ground beneath you causing many small flowers to grow quickly, he looks at your eyes, your pupils are a dull gray due to the spell, he can't help but smile.
“I think I went a little overboard with the effect of the spell, I should have known that your weak human mind would go a little crazy, but I will take advantage of your good will until the spell fades and returns to you.”
