The mer in the aquarium are currently pressed face first into the glass glaring at the new cleaner your training, each side of the domed walkway has different mer making admittedly funny but scary faces as they press against the thick glass, teeth likely clacking as they mock bites against the glass when you hand a mop over to the trainee.
Every slide, squeak, smack and shift of the mer's faces, tails, fins, or hands against the glass makes the new cleaner flinch, the mer clearly unhappy that you were focused on another human and not playing with them through the glass as you cleaned the hallway. Sending the new cleaner down the end where the glass ends to make sure the doors aren't squeaking or hissing, leaving you alone with the gaggle of mer all making nasty faces as they leave.
Shaking your head and looking around at them, the glares and snarls fade quickly and the mer's are pouting at you. Hands spread wide and flat faces pressed to the glass, you can see their mouth moving as they blow bubbles at you, had you been on anything other than halls and walkway duties you have no doubt that the new cleaner would have been splashed, growled at and potentially dragged into the water by some of the more territorial mer.
One of the shark mer is currently pushing others out of the way and banging on the glass, drawing your attention before signing at you about not liking the new person, too close, and a few other choice words about the young cleaner.
It's not long before the others join in, banging and slapping the glass, making you look side to side as they sign and pout, pushing at each other before you throw your hands up and stop them, signing slowly and clearly that you were training them to clean the hallways and main exhibit spaces, not tanks or wet areas behind the doors. One by one the mer's calm, looking a little ashamed as they watch your hands, squinting as you keep going, promising to be extra careful training them.
After all, as thick as the glass was it may not hold so well with five or six mer's banging and slapping against it constantly, and honestly it's for the best that they stop now, who knows how they're gonna get once the new cleaner is good to clean on their own.
One day, you bring home a monstrous creature as the future groom for the much-demanded marriage. The family is in despair, and a foreign Prince vows to change your mind. Based on Antonín Dvořák's Rusalka.
content: gender neutral reader, angst, love triangle
You return home with a triumphant smile, marching towards the grand room and opening the doors with fanfare. Your family has been pestering you to get married for months now, piling endless proposals on your study desk and inviting nameless royalty to meet you in hopes they'd catch your interest.
"I have found a groom," you declare with a sombre, official tone as your parents nearly tumble out of their seats, rattling the afternoon teacups. The servants, too, swarm over to witness your arrival: they'd never heard such confidence in your voice.
They all gather around, lips pursed in expectation, eyes widened towards the entrance. At last, as promised, someone appears behind you: A pallid creature with a sickly face, walking along crookedly, with clumps of dark locks framing the length of his bony, slender body.
It's...monstrous. One maid begins to fan herself in horror, while your mother returns to her cushioned chair with trembling hands. What a frightful sight! Surely this can't be a proper human; a ghastly fiend, perhaps, a ghoul haunting the forests at night, but no man to stand with you before a holy altar!
"He said he loves me, you see," you explain with flushed cheeks. "Well, he didn't explicitly say it...as I don't think he can speak at all. Yet, I can tell."
The pale beast nods fervently to your words.
Oh, yes, he does love you so very much. After all, he sold his soul and his voice just to walk the Earth with you! From the moment he caught a glimpse of you, he knew you were meant to be his. A fate seamed by the Gods themselves; he was certain of it.
There was one hurdle he was forced to overcome in order to properly face you. He is a water spirit, you see. A merman, yes, that’s how the humans often call him. He dwells at the bottom of the ocean, swimming with the frothing waves, luring the unsuspecting sailors to their early demise. It was during one of your boat travels that he laid his eyes on you. Immediately, viciously, his heart begun to throb with yearning. He needed to have you in his embrace at all costs.
Consequently, and without much stalling, he decided to leave the azure of the sea behind and crawl his way on land, searching for his betrothed. His father was enraged, but he knew better than to prod his son’s stubbornness. Before he knew it, the sallow creature was obediently standing in front of Ježibaba the Witch, signing the cursed pact that would leave him mute. Should the love fade, she warned, he’d be dragged back into the depths, fettered by the swamp mud, cursed to live as a will-o’-the-wisp, bringer of death and despair.
Child, night after night
your siblings will weep for you!
There’s no help for you, once
a human has enticed you into their power.
With limbs foreign to him, he pitifully stumbled across the shore, where you found him in the early hours of the morning. At last, he thought, he’d be at your side.
Your family is not alone in their sorrows. Among the many suitors, there’s a certain foreign Prince who’s not quite ready to accept your decision. No, it simply cannot be. No one else in this world loves you like he does; of that he is certain. Whatever vile charlatan you’ve brought into your home is all but a mockery in the face of his feelings.
With a wrathful step, he strides towards the castle, cursing this newfound love of yours. He doesn’t play games of fate, nor does he need the wicked magic of witches and devils. His pace is confident, imposing; a far cry from the meagre slither of the monstrous merman. There’s something your wild beast will never have, something his soul is devoid of: passion. Alas, you will soon discover what it truly means to be adored by a human. Not just any human, mind you, but someone of his nobility and virtue.
The prince is welcomed by a pair of whispering servants. They bemoan the terror that has befallen their estate, the trickery that engulfed your royal heart, causing you to long after a creature of the night. What could have possessed you in that very moment, when you stumbled upon the demon?
Like clockwork, their voices are abruptly hushed by the shuffle of uncertain feet. The men turn around and immediately frown at the mysterious groom. Whatever summoned him in their presence is irrelevant. The prince shoves the terrified group aside, standing proud before the crooked figure.
“I don’t know what sorcery lies at the bottom of your deceit - convincing someone of (Y/N)’s grace to even gaze in your direction - but you’re better off returning to the hole you crawled out of.”
He briefly glances at the servants who’re holding their breaths at the exchange.
“They bear witness to my mercy! I will allow you to leave, though mistake not my kindness for naivety. (Y/N) was promised to me in marriage, and I shan’t permit anyone to interfere with my plans. This sword,” he threatens, placing a hand over the leather sheath, “this sword has slayed ogres twice as frightful.”
He pauses, searching his rival’s eyes, unable to find the fear he hoped to instil with his intimidation tactics. Very well, if death isn’t the answer to ridding himself of the plague...
“I’ll tell you what,” the prince finally continues, twisting his mouth in a pained frown, “you’re fooling yourself if you think (Y/N) feels anything but pity for you. Can you look at me, man to man, and tell me you love them with the same passion?”
There it is, that cursed word once more, ensnarling him tightly and pressing against his chest like the branding of hot iron. The merman’s hands curl in a fist, yet he is unable to speak, to shout, to cry. The creeping shadow of doubt suddenly engulfs him: is it truly the lack of voice that holds him back? Or might this man speak the truth? He is, after all, a monster that was never meant to walk on land, a spirit belonging to the waters. Could his adoration compare with that of other humans, with their warmth, with their vigorous, beating hearts?
A thread snaps. The merman’s soul is heavy, trampled by gloom and despair. Perhaps the Gods were merely laughing at his ridiculous dreams, dangling the hook of false hope before his hungry jaws, watching him writhe on the surface until the lungs collapse. The ground spins and the air is bitter, scorching his throat. As if pulled by invisible hands, his body hurries outside, across the rocky shore and into the foam of the waves; Ježibaba’s words echo against his eardrums. He sinks.
“Where’s the groom?”
You freeze in the doorframe, baffled to find one of your suitors in your room. The foreign prince welcomes you with a deep bow, gripping one of your hands with greed and pressing it against his lips.
“It has returned to its depths. I hope you understand,” he pleads, almost throwing himself at your feet. “Such a creature has no place among us.”
“What nonsense are you spewing?” the venom in your words causes the young man to tug at his chest. What must he do for you to accept him?
You nonchalantly slap his hand off you, then turn on your heels and scurry down the hall, followed by the panicked prince.
“Don’t be foolish! He’s been cursed, a damned ghoul dwelling at the bottom of the swamp, drowning humans who wander too close.”
His usual tenacity has faded, voice cracking with anguish and envy. This time it’s you who walks with unbreaking determination, reaching for the marsh. His mind races within a fog, trying to come up with a way to stop you in your tracks. He could draw his weapon, of course. Instinctually, his toned arm grips the handle, picturing the swing of the blade - a necessary evil? No, you’d never forgive such violence, and he can’t bear the thought of you despising him anymore than you do now.
It’s too late. Your expensive, polished shoes dip lightly into the mud, causing you to advance more steadily. You begin shouting without aim, scanning the area and praying for an answer.
Truth be told, he was indeed hoping you would return: the faintest of wish he dared to keep in his aching heart. The merman claws his way out of the murk, revealing his even paler figure. His beloved, his dearest! To see you in front of him like this is worth all the damnation in the world.
The prince involuntarily grabs your wrist. This is his final chance to convince you of his devotion, of his undying loyalty. He would burn the entire world down just to have you look in his direction. A vague smile crosses his face; to hear his own shameless thoughts...A noble turned into a beggar. He never expected to find himself trapped in such a miserable yearning.
The swamp is quiet, save for your laboured breaths. You’re burdened by indecisiveness. You...
warning: lots of period sex, pussy eating, and blood. You have been warned!
A/N: I’m on my period and wanted to write something horny and comforting…
Werecreatures/hybrids are already going insane when you ovulate, but once you start bleeding they can’t resist properly mounting and mating you. You’re their sweet mate, and they both want to breed you and help with the pain by fucking you and eating you out until you’re too tired to think.
Vampires of course are immediately drawn to your pussy, the smell of your blood making them drool. Some are pushing your panties to the side the second you start your period, knowing before you do. They become attached to your pussy, and possibly save some of your blood for later once they’ve had their fill. They especially love to save your cum that’s mixed with period blood, finding the taste exquisite.
Mermen get extremely protective during this time, afraid you’ll attract some underwater predator that thinks you’re easy prey becuase you’re bleeding. They’ll get horny, but are more focused on protecting than procreating. They will slip into you and sing to you as they fill you will cum, though!
Androids are immediately worried, fussing over you as they scan your body to check your health status. They give you medicine, keep you in bed, and fuck their fingers into you to help soothe your bloody cunt. They sink their synthetic cock into you, claiming it’s to help with your pain, but really they just want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours and hear you mewl like never before.
Nagas stay coiled around you, struggling to understand your strange body and why they feel so horny and protective over you during this time. It makes them anxious, and they’re extra clingy as you keep their cock warm. They’re strangely fascinated by the way blood oozes from your pussy while they bounce you lightly, and definitely end up tasting it. They get addicted to it, now you have a needy, pussy drunk naga on your hands. At least it makes you feel better to cum while you’re cramping…
Incubi/demons of course become sex crazed, and you don’t get much rest while they’re keeping you pinned down. Your pussy is always puffy and abused during this time, and they lick up every last drop of your blood, seeing it as a sign that you’re healthy and ready to make love and produce offspring. After your period they become the clingiest, most doting partners ever and feel kind of bad that they went insane while you were menstruating.
Paring: Orc, Naga, Sea Witch, Vampire, werewolf, Ghost, Witch monster wives x Female human reader
Warning: Smut, pussy eating, witch is older than the reader (she’s a granny), pussy portal, rough, tentacles, chasing, possession, jealousy, toxicity, blood, biting
A/N: I just finished my college semester so I wanted to post a draft in the meantime. So sorry to everyone who sent requests, I’ve been so stressed out with my classes and my depression, I felt unmotivated. Ill post them soon since my semester is over ^^ — pink
How your monster wife eats you out.
ORC
Nothing makes you feel more full than the feeling of your wife’s large green fingers splitting you open. She’s massive, of course she is. The clan leader needs to be a personification show of strength to ward off any enemy. Too bad you’re also one of her victims when she decides to spread you apart on your shared bed after a rough day training.
She’s always grumpy after, sweat glistening on her muscular arms before she hoists you over her strong shoulder to the bed. She’s quick to rip apart your underwear, she always makes up for it and buys you a new pair anyway. She just can’t help herself from stuffing her face between your legs so she can lap at your pretty pussy. Her large tongue rolling around your twitching pearl as you sling in her arms begging for mercy. Her tusks have probably left an indent on your inner thighs from how much they poke at you when she slurps at you. At first it was painful…then uncomfortable, and now you barely feel them at all. She begs you to pull on her black curly hair, the tug alone makes her wet with a groan.
NAGA
She has always been overly clingy. Her favorite pastime was always cuddling up behind you underneath the trees and snuggling you to death til the both of you fall asleep. Her tail is massive, and surprisingly warm. She likes to bask it in the sun just so you can warm up against it whenever you come back home. She cries when you leave for work, trying her best to make you stay with her. If you can’t she can always try convincing you otherwise. Your wife was strong, a tall woman with a massive tail that overpowered you completely, she lifted you up easily, flipping you upside down in your pajamas before you could get ready. She removes your underwear easily, tossing it aside before rubbing the end of her long tail over your slit as it slowly eases inside you.
She fucks you good, so good that you forget you even need to go to work. Her tail isn’t rough or anything, it’s surprisingly smooth at the end, the perfect size to plug up your pussy when you think about leaving her. Once you’re too overstimulated to move she’ll flip you around again so you’re hovering over her face, letting you ride her tail before she wraps her large mouth around your entire pussy. Her tongue is long, twisting and twirling as it stretches you out along with her tail. She’ll make you beg for her to stop…and since you’re too tired now, it’d be best you stayed home.
SEA WITCH
When you go to the beach you always try to wear cute clothes for your wife. You buy countless little sun dresses, shorts, bathing suits and skirts that only end up drifting carelessly away at sea. You were sure you could have filled half a mile of point Nemo from how much stuff you’ve lost over the past couple of years. Maybe there will be a chance for society to embark on all your ripped up bikinis and dresses. Your wife always managed to mess up your clothing. She didn’t hate it, far from it, you looked beautiful, and she can never help that itch she gets to just drag you by the ankle with one of her tentacles to your knees before slipping you into the ocean.
You were tired of her fucking up your shit, so you finally decided one day to wear an outfit she can’t rip. A cute lingerie set with your pussy exposed under your old sun dress, you were lucky enough to live on a semi deserted island, the nearest village was half an hour away for anyone to see you getting fucked silly on the sand. You twirl around for her, a cheeky smile on your face when you feel the familiar slimy grip of her tentacles dragging you straight toward her. She flips you over, your elbows landing harshly on the sand with your ass under water . She rips your dress apart to shreds, you’re happy you wore a dress you didn’t quite like anymore. Not that she cared. Clothes were a foreign concept in Merfolk culture, she seemed more irritated each time you even bothered putting something on. Once she sees your body she lights up immediately, tentacles wrapping over your breast and thighs as she pulls you onto her lips. She can go at you for hours like this.
VAMPIRE
A fresh smelling human woman with blood as divine as aged wine. It’d be surprising if the countess didn’t fall head over heels in love. She was old, much older than you, but she was stunning. She took you as her bride as soon as she smelled you quivering alone in the woods, how could she resist such beauty from this cute pathetic woman? She’s overly gentle with you, using an amulet to keep you young for her forever. She doesn't fancy anyone else’s company after meeting you. She’s tall, strong, but surprisingly overly gentle with you, her sweet wife. When she took you to bed the first time it hurt..bad. What else did you expect from a vampire as old as her? A vampire who hasn’t had a meal this delectable in a long, long time. No, she needed to savor your taste.
Eating you out isn’t always a simple game when she’s angry or stressed. Your thighs are etched with bite marks as scars to prove it. She tries to be gentle as she can, but fangs as long as hers can’t help but hurt as they sink into your thighs. You squirm, tears bubbling up over your waterline as you bite those cute plump lips of yours. She is always apologetic, promising you euphoria as soon as she has her fill of your blood, and she always comes through. In seconds her bloody red lips wrap around your clit, tongue fast and powerful enough to make you arch your back. She keeps at you for hours to the point you can’t even feel the earlier puncture.
WEREWOLF
Your wife has always loved it when you run from her..just like how you two met years ago. It’s become a tradition at this point. Sometimes when she’s away you sneak off to the nearest lake to go take a bath, but oh no, she’s not as stupid as you take her for, she’s almost always waiting, watching, anticipating for you to step your soaking nude body out the water so she can pounce you back onto the dirty ground when you’re done. How dare you think you can take a bath without her? You always seem so content when you bathe, so cute and vulnerable, she tried warning you about keeping up with your surroundings. I suppose you never learn, do you? Or, maybe you actually liked the idea of her watching you.
She waits until you get out the water, neatly wrapping a towel over your perfect body before you make your way back to the village. She’s behind you in an instant, crawling in bushes, stalking your every step. She only pounces when you notice her..she loves the chase. You always let out the sweetest gasp when you spot her, fumbling around with your towel as you start to dash away. But your human legs can only get you so far. She lets you create distance..she wants you to feel safe and secure before tackling you. She pins you in the ground, fluffy body heaving as she lifts up your squirming legs as you curse her out for ruining your bath. Her tongue is long and swift, curling over and under your clit as she messily eats you up. You can get back at her later, for now she wants to taste you.
GHOST
Living with a ghost as a wife seemed scary at first, especially when she took your soul at the start of your marriage in exchange for her love. At first she only did it as a joke, but now that she’s taken the time to get to know you she’s been obsessed with you ever since. You haven’t known peace. She’s clinging to you the second you get home, pulling off your shoes and coat before showering you with icy kisses. She loves staying wrapped around you at night even if it makes you uncomfortably cold. She can’t seem to get her hands off you. She knows you work hard to maintain and take care of the house, so why shouldn’t she show her appreciation?
She died years ago when she was still living here, all alone, but now that she has you she has no interest in letting you leave her. Ever. Sometimes when the two of you get into a fight and you try leaving the house she gets nervous..she knows your marriage isn’t legitimate by legal means, but for crying out loud she has your soul. You were hers. She completely flips out, rushing to you before you can reach the handle to possess your body. She quickly apologizes each time, she promises to make it up to you, she knows you can feel every single move she makes in your body, so she’ll finger your pussy while she begs you to stay with her. And when you do eventually calm down, she’ll happily give your body back so she can suck on your tiny clit with her cold tongue.
WITCH
Your wife was far too old to participate in such “lewd behaviors”, or so she’d say. She was decades older than you, an older woman with a low libido. She wasn’t as active as she used to be in her youth, but she knows how needy humans can be, especially her sweet little wife. Bending down to eat you out wasn’t exactly her forte, too tasteless for an advanced witch such as herself. No, no— she liked to use the element of surprise.
Your wife’s most treasured gift other than yourself was a giant spell book she got when she was younger. She uses it for everything, each page filled to the brim with sticky notes, annotations and cute little scribbles. She keeps a special page in the back of the book just for you, a portal only she can open whenever she feels like you deserve a sweet treat. She slowly mumbles in a foreign language, twirling her fingertips around white glowing mist, her ruby lips curling into a cruel grin when the outline of your pretty pussy appears. She’s quick to give a small kiss to your clit, a small nice gesture to warn you she’s about to ruin you before sticking her tongue inside your gaping hole.
RAAAAAAAA. RIGHT!!!!! UGH FUCK! I love a good Himbo monster. They’re the best.
The moment Himbo Merman sees you on land he mistakes you for a creature of the deep ocean. Now creatures of the deep ocean are said to be the most lovely, breathtaking, and cherished creatures of the ocean.
Due to the cold of the deep waters, not many survive down there. So not only are they rare to spot but even more rare to mate with. When there is a mating, that merperson is seen as the luckiest of males or females to have found such a mate. Mates of the deep ocean are doted on, fought over, and worshipped.
Beyond their sheer beauty, their bodies are lusted over. Merpeople having gone feral over the possibility of feeling one of these creatures beneath their palms. In order to weather the cold, their bodies are plump with the most beautiful layers of fat. The curves and rolls that fill their wide frames are akin to the most gorgeous seamounts. It is the most lovely sight a merperson can witness to see a creature of the deep ocean bare, their perfect bodies exposed to them in all their glory.
So the moment Himbo Merman sees you taking care of the nearby Lighthouse, he grows confused. You shouldn’t be on land where anything could happen to you. No, you needed to be in the ocean where you’d have a whole pod of merfolk to see to your every need and protect you.
Himbo Merman was always close with the old man who lives in the Lighthouse. He never thought someone as kind as him would’ve ever taken a creature of the ocean and kept them on land to live as a human. A sense of betrayal flickers in his chest and it fuels him to do something.
He may not have his pod with him to protect you but you have him and he’ll do what he must. He’ll save you. Take you with him to his cave and make sure another human can never harm you… and not once does he ever consider that he’s about to kidnap a human.
Your wish is my command!
In which a mermaid helps you through laying her eggs.
You felt so full, so fucking stretched. You hardly dared to breathe, but the mermaid held you tightly against her on the lakebank. She was a firm presence behind you, brushing your hair, petting and caressing.
You swallowed nervously. None of this made any sense, but you knew what was coming. Every clench of your sore, throbbing cunt pushed the first egg out just a little more.
The mermaid tapped your thigh, encouraging you to spread your legs wider. You shivered against her cool scales, webbed fingers trailing along your thigh. She nuzzled into your hair, her other hand trailing down to your stomach, where she began kneading and pressing.
You clenched down instinctively, trying to hold everything in. Yet that only made the pressure worse, sweat beading down your temple. The mermaid's touch was gentle, soothing and insistent.
An odd combination which forced you to relax, your cunt fluttering as the eggs came even closer. It stretched you, a weighty, slick feeling you were all too aware of.
You clung to the mermaid for stability as the egg descended. You started clenching harder, trying to work it out of you. Fuck, you were so full, and as much as it was overwhelming... it felt good.
You moaned as the first egg finally slipped out of you, plopping gently into the water. The mermiad cooed and chirped happily, her petting intensified. Kneading at your breasts, running circles over your bloated stomach.
You groaned as the next egg began to descend. You were going to be here a while. Who knows how many she had filled you with?
Ah, darn, you were definitely not getting paid for this quest now.
You shuddered as the next egg slipped out of you, painful and necessary. The mermaid moved her hand to your clit, gently rubbing you encouragingly. You clenched and trembled, your movements making the eggs come faster.
Oh fuck you were going to cum.
The mermaid rubbed faster, making you twitch and shudder. It was coming, you couldn’t… fuck you couldn’t– You clung to the mermaid for stability as it all became overwhelming.
The next egg popped free as you gushed against her hand. You collapsed against her, spent and panting. But she didn’t stop touching you, fuck, you were still so full.
Imagine a fantasy setting of monsters, hybrids and aliens where humans are the most sought out bachelor(ette) due to being more durable just based on their human history and easily manages to fit into everyone's taste. So if they got a human partner, how are they not going to show off?
Which is why if any monster has the pleasure to be with a human, they'll show off the fuck out of their partner. And every monster within view without a human partner (and craves one) will glare in jealousy.
Orcs showing you off by carrying you everywhere even if you're embarrassed. No one's flirting with you when there's always a big monster tailing behind and looking down at anyone deemed a threat.
A big group sirens crowding the one with their human partner, you, and pampering you - giving you a tiny concert too. Unlike the mermaids/mermen, they do share you with one another. While mermaids/mermen are possessive of their owns.
Dragons and Naga share the same possessiveness as mermaids/mermen, just on land. Your dragon will proudly claimed that out of all the treasures in his horde, you're the most precious. Nagas will coil around you without hurting in any way as they give you a bunch of affection despite not knowing affection well.
Fairies offering the cutest gifts to appeal their partner like a flower crown, sweetest of berry or even giving you their blessing power. Size difference? Pfft who cares about that, they're still smitten by you! Well... Maybe it affects them just a little bit.. Positively of course.
Platonic Ver.
Instead of being the most sought out bachelor(ette) but instead as a companion or emotional support company. Like pets but not derogatory. Due to their weak and small (well to most monsters), they're like potentially a wet cat asking to be adopted.
Maybe sometimes monsters came across a human peacefully standing idle then gave a glance at them, politely giving a smile and a wavenas instincts, they'd assumed it's the human distribution system and suddenly you've been adopted.
Imagine likely dragons since they're so big and mighty they have to be so gentle while battling the cuteness aggression less they want to accidentally hurt them.
Any monsters having emotional support humans. Only the best and bravest of humans are allowed(they're probably getting paid) so they can deal with asking someone if the two of them can leave a party with the monster hiding behind the human talking to someone. Example such as a vampire hugging their human companion to feel warmth without pain and a fae having a human in the background to ramble - yes they're listening intently.
It's funny to imagine a group online or irl where the monsters meet up where they discuss and help each other with caring for their humans. Aliens are more common in these kinds of activity. For example, 'how to do I stop my human from eating or drinking dairy again'.
Warnings: Cockwarming, Dacryphilia, Bondage, Small Mention Of Blood Kink But Nothing Graphic, Tentacles, Public Sex, Predator Kink, Double/Triple Penetration, Excessive Penetration
Naga Husband is obsessed with cockwarming. He loves holding you in his arms and keeping his body tight against yours; if he can have his cocked buried inside you, then it’s even better. He threw out all of your panties when you started dating just so he could have easier access.
Vampire Husband is obsessed with bondage. Most people assume his favorite kink is a blood kink, and while that is a close second, he goes absolutely crazy when he gets you restrained. The sight of you tied up and completely at his mercy gets him rock hard immediately, and your trust in him never fails to have his undead heart swelling with love for you.
Merman Husband loves dacryphilia. He loves making you cum over and over again until you are a crying mess. Salty teardrops pouring from your eyes. He loves to keep fucking you, his cock abusing your g-spot, while he licks the tears off your flushed cheeks.
Tentacle monster husband loves triple penetrations. Loves when he can fuck you so thoroughly with a tentacle in your throat, pussy, and ass. It never fails to make him fill you with his slimy cum, usually faster than he wants. And once he works you open and can start getting multiple tentacles in your dripping holes; you are practically always filled.
Gargoyle husband loves public sex. He loves taking you in front of his fellow gargoyles. He loves fucking your soft and wet cunt as they watch you fall apart on his cock over and over again. His cock throbs as he catches their eyes trained on your bouncing tits as he uses his claws to pinch and pull your sensitive nipples. He loves knowing they can watch and want all they please, but they will never know the softness of his wife’s body.
Werewolf husband loves predator/prey. He loves hunting you down as you run through the woods, using the scent of your arousal to track you. His cock throbs to the pace of your racing heart as he gets closer and closer before he finally pounces, taking you on the forest ground and ravishing you until you’re nothing but a wet hole for his pleasure.
