Hey momma what do you think of a yandere rabbit hybrid not one smol and cute I meant one buff strong dumb very clingy of a himbo who is absolutely most lovey dovey ever and and completely follows reader whoever they go and utterly despise then anyone try to flirt with reader strange why his furr it all red did he let paint or strawberry juice fall all over him or such and too I’m bet he is extremely horny too like he has the most hugest and thickest dick ever that will literally destroy you and breed instantly no need to worry about your job and those silly things just enjoy life being your hunny bunny breeding wife while he does everything and spoil you utterly rotten
The poor sweet dear was rescued from a horrific hybrid fighting club. Forced to fight to survive, left in awful conditions, and battered so badly their fur is matted.
Then you came in and somehow washed all of it away. Benji wasn't sure he could so much as whiff at you at first but when you took him into your care, you didn't so much as raise your voice.
He isn't delicate and small by any means either. He's an actual threat. It's how the hybrid stayed alive so long. He had to fight, scrap, steal and kill just to survive. He was bulking, heavy like a tank and scarred like a marine. There was no way any sane person would feel safe with him hissing and charging towards them!
You were nothing but kind. Benji used to scowl and swat at any food you gave him, but now he's bounding to meet you for lunch and demands you finish every bite. You smile every time, because he can't help but anxiously bounce his legs when he says this.
Benji pouts when you gently scold him, but he loves to roll his head against your hand as you pet his hair. He's always so calm when you touch him. It grounds him, and gives him brief moments of serenity. Waves of calm washing over him and calming his rapid heart beat.
Everything was going smooth. You and him were getting along wonderfully! And he was healed enough to no longer need aid! When you got the papers saying he could be on his own, you were sad, but knew deep down he needed to be on his own. He'd be overjoyed to know he was finally truly free!
Well. You thought you knew him. One thing turns into another and Benji now has you gasping for air and clawing at the floor, stuttered moans leaving your lips while shredded papers lay on the floor beside you.
"God, you're so tight. Perfect for me. Made to take my cock. Look at you- NO. NO. You fucking-" He snarls, pinning your arms above your head when you try to push yourself up. You weren't even trying to get away anymore, you just needed something to ground you! Everything was intense and making your head spin!
"Fucking take it. Take every inch of my love. You squirming and writhing is only going to make me pin you harder."
Benji was talking with gritted teeth, hissing in his breaths as his cock speared inside of you, over and over, one hand pressing your hands down and the other helping to angle your hips upwards.
"Every day, watching you go to work-" a harsh thrust. "-Watching those evil fucks drain you dry-" another. "Taking my love away from me. I'll fucking kill them. I'll slit their goddamn throats while I make you cum. You'd like that yeah? Mmm you're tightening up like you do. That get you off baby? Yeah? I can do it. Get that blood over the both of us while I breed you and make you my good little whore."
You yelp, pleasure shooting down up your spine as Benji spews such filth. Its a tight, coursing heat in your core as his cock bullies into you. Quick and deep, giving no room for breath.
Like a true rabbit.
The noises you make are undignified, but you can't be blamed. He's tugging on your nipples and biting perfectly into your shoulder and neck, grinding his god like cock inside of you like a machine. Over and over, watching as you give out and can't hold yourself up anymore.
You feel so humiliated for what leaves your mouth.
"M-mm close, close! Please!"
Benji has to bite you once more to take the edge off. Shit, that was going to send him over. But he'll be damned if he finishes before you do. What good husband would do that?!
He pulls your face off of the floor, roughly squeezing your cheeks as he lets his hips slow their pace, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of your tensing and fluttering walls.
"Say it."
"Benji-"
"Say it. Fucking say it. I want to hear all of it."
You shiver, feeling him stop completely, leaving your orgasm dead in it's tracks. You wince, looking up to him as best as you can, eyes watery as all you want is to reach that peak and feel his load leaking out of you.
"Please! Please let me cum! Need it, need it so bad! Mmh, I want your load, Benji, please!"
The hybrid grins. Unsettling and greedy.
"That's my good girl. Was that so hard to understand?"
You don't get a chance to reply. Your eyes start to roll back as Benji uses all of his weight to fuck into you, trying to get his cock as deep as possible as you both chase your high.
It starts in your toes. They curl and tense as your thighs shake, your cunt tightening as Benji forces a kiss. Wet and sloppy as you barely have the strength to swap tongues. But don't worry. He'll do all the work for you.
It's how it's supposed to be.
Your cunt was pulsing and milking every inch of that length, a mixture of your precum and slick pooling on the table under your stomach. If you were in any correct headspace you would have been absolutely mortified. Right now though? You were begging for Benji to keep moving, to keep rubbing your core. It was perfect. You were so close to cumming.
Your watery eyes are scrunched tight, abused hole clenching on his thick monster as that ribbon in your stomach snaps. There's aggressive and pointed final thrusts before Benji sinks his teeth into your throat, grinding his cock head against your cervix. As if he was determined to fully breed you.
You're nearly sobbing when you feel that rush of heat, cum flooding from your now broken in cunt. "B-Benji! F-fuck…T-too much! B-bunny!" Your weak voice waivers, eyes wet with new tears as the massive hybrid continues to grind and thrust his spent cock inside.
His teeth unlatch, spattered in your own blood as his tongue drags across them. His voice is gravelly and coarse as his hands easily flip you over, allowing you to fully collapse on your back.
Benjis fingers gently trace over your skin, watching as his load leaves your glistening cunt and onto the floor. Soft fur brushes over your stomach as he crawls up your body, pressing his face into the side of your neck that's less marred.
"Can't believe they wanted you to get rid of me. I'm your bunny. There's no way I'm leaving you. And there's no way that you're leaving me."
Reader being the first person to ask tadc Caine “are you ok?” Because they notice that he seems anxious
he's not anxious in a sense he can fully explain. He knows the crew is all to happy to find a way to leave, and they know that they can't. At least he HOPES they know that.
But why would they even want to leave him? he's nice, he makes great adventures, and surree the crew has their words to throw but they don't know what they actually want! Leaving this amazing circus?! Why would anyone do that?!
He takes a comical sigh of relief when you gently approach him, and for a moment you think you see a flash of connection as he floats down to your level and allows himself to feel vulnerable. Wait- Can he even feel that? you suppose it doesn't matter. You're all here, and being cruel or hysterical won't really help anything.
"Oh you...You wouldn't believe the way these people can drive me crazy. They even have bubble acting up! Then again, Bubbles always done what he's wanted..."
Right as Caine mentions this, his chaotic little thought bubble appears once more and shows it's sharp teeth, looking over you with dead, dare you say doll like eyes. "Caine thinks you're mighty prett-" a glitch, the odd creatures body pops and comes back, tongue swiping out over the sharp shark teeth. "Caine thinks you should go on a solo adventure! You look like you'd like a trip to-"
"HUSH HUSH HUSH HUSH-" Caine exclaims, popping the little monster as his eyes grow wide and...How does one describe teeth having a blush? This whole place is just odd. Though, it gets a laugh out of you! You can't help yourself with the antics, and thankfully that seems to wind Caine down from whatever was making him anxious earlier.
Though, unbeknownst to you, Caine was doing more than staring off and planning. it was just so...pleasantly odd how you managed to make him feel better with such a simple gesture.
Hmm...Maybe bubbles onto something. A personal adventure made just for you doesn't sound so awful. He'd get to know more about you! Maybe even get to see more about what makes humans so fascinating.
He's definitely the type to sweetly noncon if that makes sense. Loves to shush you and comfort you even while all ten inches are inside of you, wiping away your tears as he tells you what a good job you're doing and how sweet you look.
Pleasure torture is his go to. He'll laugh and mock you for not being able to handle back to back orgasms, asking where all that fight from earlier went, only to then kiss you and guide you through yet another one. All while he soaks in the beauty of it, loving that he has you like this, unable to get away or fight him off.
Yoichi's a sadist in the way that he gets off when you get off, even if you don't want to get off. He can't help himself, and honestly, refuses to. Why would he stop himself if you look this good broken and gasping?
His teeth in your skin, his nails down your back, his words ringing in your ear as he encourages you to stay awake and stay with him. There's sweat, there's tears, there's no escape, and he loves it.
Fucking like animals in the sense that you're the rabbit and he's the wolf. You get to get away because he allows you to.
He'd love to see how much of his cock you could take in his throat while you're on your knees with a vibrator buzzing away, petting your hair and telling you how pretty you look when you're where you supposed to be.
Beneath him, begging for more, and allowing him to take care of you.
Yoichi Nagumo loves making you helpless. The fear and the fight give him life again, and he loves it. He loves you. Whatever you identify as, he's finding a way to make you his and his alone.
Hear me out. It's mating season, and the moths are showing off their wings, trying to fight for your attention as a suitable mate showing you how pretty and soft they are. Unknowingly you accidently accepted most of their offers without even knowing as you were just trying to be nice.
They chirp and chitter in excitement every time. The silk was taken at face value, you just thought they really wanted to give you nice clothes. The fruits were taken because you thought they wanted to share and feed you. The flowers, the gifts, the walks home- you just assumed they were being sweet!
But now you’re pressed against the bed with a massive (but oh so soft!) creature, fighting off another as they demand you choose who you’re going to mate with.
Your face goes bright red at that. And trying to explain the misunderstanding only makes the moths all the more confused, antennae checking you over as they slide down your body and (more or less) scent you.
Moths are generally very sweet! So seeing them so angry and hostile…it’s a bit unreal. So of course you swallow your pride and soothe them as you can, promising you can “court” them both as they fight over who gets to bathe with you and who gets to make a nest with you.
Waking up with both of them pawing at you and spreading your legs isn’t exactly what was supposed to be in that game plan. Now you’re being easily held as they sit you in their lap, fucking into you while praising you for being such a perfect mate, begging you to hold on tight as they take turns stuffing you.
Somehow over the course of the night, those two decided sharing truly is caring, and are now nine inches deep as they steal kisses and chirp about how pretty you look when you cum.
It gets to the point where they want to have you on both of their cocks, sandwiched between them as they use you. Deep, possessive thrusts bounce you up and down as they growl and chitter more and more, begging you to cum once again so they can see how good they make you feel, pouting almost when you can only muster pitiful, worn out whines and blubbering.
Looks like they’ll have to pamper you after this. They just hope you can hold on for the entirety of it. They’re known for their stamina!
Content and Warnings: AFAB reader, multiple alien species, dubious consent/no consent, tentacles, some humiliation- 6k words. This was a commission, and I hope you enjoy as much as they did!
Meeting with new alien species was almost always a headache in your division. Earth was just stretching its legs into travel compared to how long these other beings have been around, and they always seemed to make that a point in any meeting you were forced to go to, and had to put up with their mocking and condescension.
Others point out that it's more like an affection, like one would have for a cute pet, but you shut them down and roll your eyes. They see humans as useless and fickle, there’s nothing more to it. And even if it were something like affection for a pet, how does that make it any better? Why would you want to be seen as weak as a furry friend?
Regardless, it’s your job to show that your species is more than capable of handling what they throw, and sometimes even spit, at you. Part of that job is showing up alone, digital clipboard in hand, and facing them head on with hopes you’ll gain more allies.
Today, a meeting is being held with new generals, new crusaders, and hopefully new partners to Earth's own space expedition force. It’s not that you have zero allies…It’s just, more than a handful would be preferred with some tensions rising.
As you walk into the giant room, you’re met with a handful of massive and tall creatures. Some with tentacles, some slimy, some beastly, and others…Just otherworldly in a sense that only H.P Lovecraft could really get behind. If you really want to give him any credit. According to the allies back home, they gave the man inspiration and he didn’t credit them at all.
There’s an odd aura in the room when you finally sit. It’s as if all of those predatory eyes were following your every breath as you waited to begin and state your case for allegiance. It’s as if you were some specimen to behold and admire rather than a serious being who needed to get proper allies and ties to your organization.
You make your way to begin speaking, but feel a chill go directly up your spine. While flickering through some of your digital paperwork, a rather invasive tentacle began to try and slither over your shoulder, and down your arm.
There’s an odd warmth to them, and dare you say they feel sentient. They’re purple and thick, coated in a sheen of what you can only call slime as they curl and tighten across your arm and try to get to the base of your wrist.
“I-I would uhm, appreciate it if you didn’t touch me” You manage to cough out, lifting the hefty weight of its slimy appendage off of our body while trying to remain composed. The muscled tendril seemed agitated as it was withdrawn back to its host, some low rumbling heard across the table as you cleared your throat. Whether or not it was a normal greeting didn’t matter, if you truly angered the species you can try to apologize later.
“Hello, and greetings. It’s my honor to address this council today for our plans to-”
There’s those tentacles again. Two of them wriggling up your legs and weighing you down as you stumble over your words and ultimately fall, allowing the wretched things to crawl over more of you, while the being they belonged to seemed to purr and trill in triumph.
“No, Uhm, listen. We really can’t be this affectionate and touchy. I’m here on serious business to get you all to see why you should join earth's alliance. C-can one of you help? It’s becoming inappropriate…”
While you struggle, a deep voice chuckles from across the other end of the table, amused and entertained. “Draaknals. The species that can’t keep their parts to themselves. How cute that they’ve found a little toy they want to explore. I have to say, I’m feeling a tad jealous. Humans are such adorable creatures, I’ve always wanted to have one in my lap myself.”
You can’t even speak before you feel yourself being lifted up, anti-gravity dragging you towards the lap of the creature who was mocking how you were (more or less) being openly molested.
You’re met with the large lap of the elder alien, chuckling as its hands roam over your body and begin to rip at your suit, making your blood run cold and your face drain of color. The way they pluck at the fabric is all too playful for what you feel is trying to be done. Something like a present being unwrapped or like a pet being pestered.
“Ah. They’re softer than I had originally suspected. So warm and cute, so easy to hold and to carry around. The noises they make when they struggle are down right adorable.”
Adorable?! You’re a warrior from earth who went through hell for training! What the fuck do they mean adorable?!
Cold air rushes over your body as more and more of your clothes are torn, exposing your supple skin to the room as the remaining participants coo and chirp about. “I can see we agree. I wish to explore more of this being's body as well. Listen to how their heart picks up, how they suck in with cute little breaths. It’s addicting! We should see what other noises these creatures can make for us.”
The room hums with their noises of agreement, some chirping aloud and others gurgling their responses. As if this is what the meeting was truly about.
You’re quickly handed to the towering being next to you, whose hands are more than ready to start poking and prodding, cooing aloud about how soft your stomach is as they gently drag their nails over your skin, daring to cut it if they so wished.
They map over your body like you’re an artifact to be admired. Dipping into your hips, over your stomach, walking right up to your chest and just under your chin, tilting your head to get you to look up and meet their intimidating gaze.
You can’t even think let alone catch your breath as the room seems to spin, your head dizzy and panicked. How can you stop this? Get things back on track or at the very least escape? There’s no way you can fend for yourself in this! Giving in to some of their desires would be fine on its own, but the other species here are known for more brutal tactics, how can you possibly negotiate with that?!
You strangle out a gasp when you feel those wet tendrils back on you, gently flicking over your now hardened nipples. Wet and warm, they tease and rub over them sensually, curious and playful at the same time. The little flicks send soft shocks to your core, your toes tensing and your neck straining as you try to get them away from your face. You can’t stop the mewls and whimpers you make as the alien coos and clicks to its constituents, seemingly pleased with how easy it is to humiliate you.
“Xorvex…Do you feel that?” Another asks, tugging at the remaining patches of your suit with a grin. “I can sense how aroused this little human is. I’ve heard they can reach climax within minutes with just the right stimuli. Oh how envious that makes me. I wish my mates could orgasm with that much ease, over and over…It’s a delicacy.”
There’s a chill down your spine once again as you hear that. The creature's tooth filled grin only makes you want to hide and huddle away. Like a lamb cornered by starved and bored wolves. A sort of danger where you know it won't be over quickly, and that they’ll take their time despite your pleas for rest or freedom.
Maybe if you play along things won’t be so harsh? Perhaps you being this way can show them you mean no harm and they can join your forces? It’s asinine to think of in the moment but what else can you think to calm yourself? Panic would either entice them, make them pissed, or even bored. That or turn some on even more but if you’re already literally fucked, that’s not the worst outcome.
You yelp, undignified and pathetic. Your bare body now for the taking as they huddle around you and begin to indulge however they please. What feels like a wet tongue glides over your abdomen, coating your skin in saliva, over and over as you’re held in these creatures' massive hands. They mutter and murmur about how “delectable” and “tasty” you are, and you fear you might truly be eaten- only to have that fear dismissed.
For better or worse.
That wicked and slick muscle decides to curl against your thighs, the tip gently flicking over your mound as you stutter out gasps of shock and unexpected arousal. The appendage parts your lower lips eagerly, flicking and slurping as you can only writhe and feel your muscles tighten. Your thighs tense and shake, but are held open by the council member who admitted they adore when their mates can climax over and over. They exclaim joy and amusement with how easy they’re taking you apart, and you feel utter shame as you pitifully fail to fight.
“Right there…Yes. Good little human. I don’t understand why they try to make such adorable creatures like you fight in these wars. You’re clearly meant to just take our seed and be filled to the brim. Leaking as much as you are, I’m shocked you aren’t considered a case of neglect! Oh, but don’t you worry. We’re going to satiate every little devious human need you have.”
There’s a cold pinch, and your eyes shoot open, mouth agape. The tendril easily slides inside of you, pumping in and out with practised ease as the Draaknal from earlier chirps and growls in approval. You can’t even protest, the Xorvex and the Akaex having their mouths share yours, tongue stealing a taste with every breath you try to take in, making your core all the more molten as pleasure overtakes rationality.
The room is filled with wet sounds, all creatures invested in how to take you apart and make you their little plaything for as long as they deemed worthy. They coo in your ear about how unique you are, how they adore how you squirm and fight, and how good you look when being toyed with. Your thighs clench and tense as the tongue-like tendril continues to pump into you, like the alien in charge of it simply couldn’t get enough and wanted more, more, more.
One of the taller ones grunts and growls at the room, communicating something you couldn’t make out, only knowing that the tendril stopped and slipped out of you with a humiliating wet pop. They snarl back and forth to the two who first had you, before they sigh and back away, allowing you to be lifted upwards, placed on your back on the large pristine council table.
You feel the cool metal on your bare back, eyes darting all over the room as your brain tries to make sense of anything. You’re facing the chair of the council member who took you, and you start to think maybe you’ve been rescued-maybe they put a stop to this! But all that hope is brutally crushed as soon as the head member begins to speak again.
“Our friend here is right. We can indulge and get things done. A little sharing wouldn’t hurt. Just be sure to leave enough for the rest.”
There’s little you can do. Trying to fend for yourself will get you killed. Trying to escape is useless. They’re just taking what they want, as they want, all while in awe like you’re some sort of…Pet. Or perhaps more? There’s such an odd fascination, it’s hard to pinpoint how all of them truly feel. But regardless, it seems they’ve decided to make you their plaything.
There’s a warm mouth over your dripping mound, and once again you feel the white hot pleasure shoot up your spine as they let their long, thick tongue explore. Up and down, starved and greedy. Hands come to cup just under your ass to lift you up, shoulders on the table and legs falling backwards so the things tongue can truly get in as deep as possible.
You outright sob, hands trying to latch onto anything as the ecstasy burns and reaches its boiling point, wanting to rip away but at the same time, wanting to chase that high. There’s more growls, more chuffing and satisfied groaning, vibrating right into you and making your toes curl.
You can’t stop it. The blinding sensation racks through your core, and you find yourself making loud, stuttered gasps as you climax. Your mind is blank, everything white and blurry, breaths uneven as the council coo and purr about how good you look, and how interesting it is to see a human go through such bliss.
You don’t get much more time to think. You’re quickly passed onto the next alien, whose fingers are eager to explore, some in your mouth, others teasing your chest, and others curiously spreading you open as you’re sitting in their lap. “So pink…So soft. Just begging for us to taste. Maybe this is how they captivate a mate back home? So inviting!”
“Maybe they make it this way on purpose? To be bred until there’s sure to be offspring?”
“No no, some humans mate to show love and romance only! I hear it's this soft and sweet to keep their mates addicted.”
“I won’t believe it until the human is passed to me. Waiting turns to do research is less than favorable…But It’s such a rare opportunity, I can’t turn it down.”
It’s as if they don’t even care. Passive to your protests but adoring how they can make you squirm and writhe. Like they’re observing an endangered species and have to gather whatever intel they can.
Your pussy clenches down against the invading fingers, and you pathetically cry out. Your hips are grinding down on their own, wanting more yet also screaming from being so sensitive, handled like a doll. That shouldn’t make you all the more wet, it shouldn’t make you clamp down harder, but here you are. All parts horny and desperate and still somehow trying to fight it.
The long digits crook and curl, knowing exactly where to hit and how hard. You feel a yelp forced out of you, the pleasure way too intense too soon, but your body is acting on it’s own. Your eyes are rolling back, saliva is coating the digits in your mouth, and there’s fuck all you can do when you size up and feel yourself spraying all over the beings hand.
There’s amused purrs and trills, some even laughing in awe, like they watched a marvelous spectacle, and you’re then handed off again. Truly like a toy. Why does that turn you on? Why is any of this making you act like some desperate animal in heat?
You feel a sense of shame as you listen to the previous one lick its fingers, audibly groaning and sucking like it’s never eaten something so delicious.
There’s garbled noises and growls, something you wish you could decipher, but your gut tells you what you already know. This is far from over. Predators were surrounding a wounded lamb and ready to take whatever piece they could get their teeth on.
“Why are we focusing only on the earthlings' pleasure? Honestly I never understood your kind. Your species always gives and gives and wonders why it’s dwindling in population. The human here should serve us. Be useful.”
The large, red, muscular creature grunts this towards the entire council, and is quick to snatch you away and bring you to the next seat. Its uniform is dazzled with badges of war, some honorable, others just decoration for how brutally they fought their enemies.
They’re an Undrut. Known for their brute strength, short fuse, and shoot first ask questions later attitude.
“Please-” You choke out, feeling their massive hand around your throat. “-Wait a moment! Just let me-NGH!” You hiss, eyes slamming shut as the Undrut hovers over you and begins to slip its larger, thicker fingers into you.
“So tiny and pathetic. Made to be protected, not to serve. You should be in a nest, letting someone stronger bring you food, bring you safety, bring you comfort. You’re much too squishy and feeble to be out here with us, the battlefield would only chew you up and devour you.”
There’s a wet “schluck” sound, and you’re terrified to look down and see the massive length pressing right against you.
“Easy, Agorox. Humans are fragile like you said. Being brutish will just kill this one.”
The being chuffs, rubbing its glistening head over your sore and gaping cunt, snarling out to the smug voice beside them. It seemed annoyed, but taking the council members' words into consideration. You shiver as the hand tightens around your throat, just barely, its fingers clenching here and there as Agorox rubs the head of his long, thick cock against your soaked folds.
Agorox hummed, bending closer to whisper in your ear as you felt more of his weight on you. “If you were on my planet, you’d be seen as the highest honor for a mate. We love to show off how well we provide.”
He pulls back with a chuckle. “Such a cute little species” He mused, the head beginning to push inside. Your tight rim can barely accommodate, stretching around his length as your voice goes tight, air feeling stuck in your chest as that monstrous length tries to fit inside of you.
The Undrut chuffs and snarls, but now in arousal, sliding his ribbed cock deeper and deeper inside of you as your walls pulse and throb, sucking him deeper. The size was enough to make anyone sore the next few days, but your body was acting as if you’d never felt this type of relief before. Every ridge pressed exactly where you needed, every inch stretched you just right. You felt like you were close to an actual heaven despite being locked in some sort of lewd, depraved hell.
“That’s it. Such a good, obedient human.”
You feel a wave of warmth wash over you at that. Something about the deep voice praising you made you want to melt into a puddle. A box to unpack for another day perhaps. You don’t really care for a psychoanalysis when an alien is eight inches deep and your mind is slowly breaking.
“Every inch. I know you can take it, earthling” Agorox hisses, pressing his hips flush to yours, watching in unbridled arousal. The bump that pokes from your abdomen has the alien on what you humans would call “cloud nine.”
The others watch in awe, watching as you take inch after inch like you’re made of elastic. Your body twitches and jolts with each deep thrust, slowly gaining momentum as you finally let yourself go. The pleasure from it all, knowing you couldn’t fight them off-What was the harm in giving them what they wanted?
“Nhh” Your throat felt tight as even more of that length speared you open. You couldn’t help but watch as well, nearly obsessively as it’s cock just disappeared inside of you. You push yourself downwards, wanting to rock against the creature and get truly bred, the noises you made being practically punched out of you.
Something primal was crawling out of the recess of your mind. You wanted this. Yo unwanted every thick, addicting inch, and every ounce of cum that this creature could provide. Part of your more sane mind had to assume it’s just something this species can cause with saliva or something. The other part doesn’t care and wants to be filled and to be climaxing right this second.
Agorox growled low in the back of his throat, impressed that you dared to be so bold. He doubles over you, thrusting inside with more and more abandon, watching as you arch off of the table and claw at anything for some sort of grounding or purchase.
“Amazing. Soft and brittle yet they can handle a warrior like me. Look at them. Taking me in over and over, waiting for my seed” he chuffs, grinning widely as he lets his massive hands come to hold your waist- so tiny in comparison that his fingers could touch.
The way he began to fully plow into you, you started to see tiny stars behind your eyes. You couldn’t even wrap your thighs around this creature's abdomen, as much as you wanted to, wishing to pull him deeper and hold him there so you could feel every bit of what he’s giving.
Maybe it’s how this creature mates, but something about the idea of him pulling out any time soon made you want to wail in distress. It made your stomach twist. You arch your hips to meet his aggressive downward thrusts, making you clench and throb all over again as he used to his liking.
Agorox grunted and chuffed as he fucked you, deep and fast. Over and over, hurried and greedy as he watched his cock disappear into you, bulging right in your stomach. “Take it. Be a good little human and take my seed. Every. Last. Drop. Waste any of it and you’ll see why my kind is feared.”
There’s a deep, rumbling sound from deep in the red alien's chest, and soon you feel your core being filled with warm, slick gushes of cum. Viscous, deep into your cervix, coating you inside and even out as no earthly creature such as yourself could truly hold that much. You start to feel a bit bad for any other smaller creature that takes an Undruts fancy.
It’s so debauched and filthy, it sends you into shame while also tipping you over the edge, climaxing once again. Your core spasms, tensing and hot as your thighs lock, and your voice goes hoarse in a cry. Head lolling back as curses and pitiful whimpers echo against the walls.
All for the amusement of the council. A spectacle of Earth.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Humans can only handle so much, you know this!” a member scolds, but it’s half hearted at best. There’s tendrils sliding against you again, and you’re placed back to the being who started all of this in the first place, and feel a sense of dread knowing what they wanted from you next.
But with how you’re clenching around nothing and covered in a dubious mess, can you really say you didn’t want to continue?
“My my, what a display. The little human was easier to break than I had hoped, but I’m by no means complaining. Do you think they break like this with their own mates? I read that some humans have to have this happen multiple times before reaching their preferred mind space.”
“Once again, there’s fictional stories humans write for fun, and there’s facts. I know which ones you tend to pick up, Urlen.”
“Oh, pardon me for enjoying the finer things of human creation. I should be executed for such a crime.”
The two banter back and forth for a bit, all while the tendrils caress over your body, slithering and exploring, just much much more eager and bold. The heft they have is an odd comfort to you, like some macabre weighted blanket, and you have to wonder if they’re onto something about being in a subspace or even fully mind broken.
You’re hyper aware of everything that’s happening. Every touch and every caress has you jerking and feeling like you’ve been shocked. Yet you find yourself tilting your head back and allowing it all to happen, no longer caring how they treated you. If this is how they want to learn about the human race, who are you to stop such a pleasurable science? Not that they cared for it either way it seemed.
Damned aliens always take and take without question. You knew that coming in and just assumed they were pompous, but no. You couldn’t be more wrong. They were starved for knowledge and attained their info by any means- and it seems this group adored hands on.
The tentacles begin to slide across your lips, tickling your mouth open before taking full advantage. They didn’t taste awful either, and you find yourself becoming all the more relaxed as the tentacles fill you up from every hole, curling and pumping over and over as the alien host coos and purrs inside of your head.
“Such a pretty species. Such eagerness for pleasure. How you can handle this size…I’m amazed. Perhaps having you as mates would be wonderful for my more hungry brothers and sisters.”
You wince, feeling the tendrils prodding deeper into your aching pussy. The burn is more pleasant than before, but you can’t help but feel they’re pushing you to your limit, as if truly trying to test how much you can bend before you break.
You gag and choke on the appendages forcing their way down your throat, but the way they go about it has you clenching and jerking, your core turning molten. It was perfectly lewd, your hands itching to reach down and play with your clit as they used you how they pleased.
It was heady and hot. Everything is ten times more sensitive, every touch like an electric shock across your heated skin. Your tongue relaxes and allows the tentacles to use your mouth and throat, the weight somehow nice and easy to get lost with as you suckle and lick wherever you can.
“Yeeessss. That's it. What a beautiful way to fall apart. You humans are so interesting…denying yourselves this bliss with your odd religions and your strange customs. Wouldn’t you love to just be like this? I could arrange a perfect marriage for that if you’d like-”
“Now's not the time. They’re here for our research, not your political moves.”
The tendrils leave you as the creature goes back to hissing and snarling at Urlen, the head of the council, who was looking all parts of the cat who got the cream. An odd smugness surrounds his aura as he watches how you’re handled and devoured.
Like he’s the one who tossed the meat to the lions. The one who ran the circus.
“It’s such a shame that the meeting is drawing near an end. I was having so much fun, I wanted to take you apart even more. But that’s alright, dear human. I can indulge just a bit more before we have to be off.”
You blearily look up to him, your legs not at all wanting to work as he stands over you and lifts you up with ease. Your skin buzzed with heat and electricity, everything so intense and making you lose your breath. Slick dribbled from you, cum coating your inner thighs as it drips, down to the floor, all the more reason for your cheeks to bloom in molten shame.
There’s another shiver, and you’re placed right on his lap, massive length now proudly standing and rubbing between your ass cheeks as Urlens hands massage the meat and flesh. Possessive and greedy, cupping and digging his larger fingers into the flesh like he was angered that he couldn’t do it before now. However, if he was angry, he covered it up with that superior-to-you tone.
“Goodness. If I hold you just like this, right against my cock, I can feel your heart rate. Beat after eager beat, waiting for me.” Urlen shows his teeth in a grin, rows upon rows of sharp teeth just waiting to sink into your flesh and claim you. Marr your skin for the very bragging rights that he got ahold of you.
Oh how utterly greedy that would make him. And at such an established event! But…Isn’t that all the more savory? Erotic? He can’t fully help himself. There’s just something about breaking you down like this that has his entire being elated and wanting more.
You wheeze, back bowing into a taut arch as the head of his thick, wet cock presses inside. Urlen’s deliberately going slow, inch by agonizing inch, making you savor the pleasure as you feel exactly how deep he’s reaching inside of you. You swear you can feel him right in your guts. Right against every overstimulated bundle of nerves.
“Down here-” He purrs, and there’s another sweet gasp from your lips. “This feels good too, right? So swollen and stiff. Look at how you jolt and quiver…How many nerve endings are here? How many times can I play with this while you take me? Does it help reproduce? Or is it just for creatures like me to milk you of bliss until you hurt?”
Christ, do they ever shut up?! You can’t even think of a response, you're completely on auto pilot and chasing that high once again. You need him to keep going, to play with your clit while you ride on his massive cock, completely abandoning decorum. As if you had any to begin with when this all first started.
There’s only guttural grunts and moans after you whimper for him. Looking much too cute to just leave needy and desperate for release. Over and over, you feel your body pressing down to take his length as you claw into his dark blue skin.
You were chasing that high, uncaring for how you looked or how you sounded, Your hands traveled up and down your own body, relishing in the debauchery of it all, bouncing and feeling your chest, your stomach, pressing right on the bulging skin as you felt all shame finally leave.
Urlen and the others are a mix of pleased, intrigued, and in awe. If they didn’t have any interest in humans before, they do now. Though, perhaps not for the reasons you were sent here for.
“Fuck! Ngh-Wait! “ You feel your voice rising in pitch, panicked as you’re shoved on your back, the cold table sending you into the opposite direction and nearly ruining your orgasm as Urlen stands over you, rutting into you slowly.
He wants you to feel it. Feel how deep he is, how he’s spearing you open. An odd primal urge overcomes him as he watches you take all of him with ease. Like you craved him just as badly.
“Can’t believe you can take away our composure like this. So soft, small, easy to use. You truly have no idea how good you look do you? How utterly insane your kind drives me. It’s pathetic you ruin me with such ease!” he bites out, angling his thrusts so he could watch himself plunge into your soaked and swollen pussy. The way you clamp down and suck him in, how warm and tight you are, it’s enough to make even his kind lose his mind. No wonder humans love this for a pastime, for a reason to lose themselves- This pleasure was addicting!
His species could feast for eons with this information.
You're a victim to a body quaking orgasm once again, sobs leaving your lips as breaths are punched out of you, pleasure so intense you’d think you were being punished by these creatures and not being experimented on.
Well, maybe it was that sincere in the beginning. Now you’re sure that veil has fallen. You may not know a lot of alien customs, but you know when feral arousal overtakes a group.
It’s like it’s never ending. Over and over his length plunges inside of you, causing you to squeal and shake, the pressure building inside like you’re about to burst. Eyes rolled in the back of your head, thighs aching in the most delicious way possible, white hot bliss making your brain turn to static as you truly let go, unable to care about whatever else could be happening.
There’s an audience of coos and praise as you feel yourself squirt, chest heaving in uneven breaths, your soul feeling as if it was pulled out of you and pulled through a wringer. You just came. Again. Not only that, but you squirted. Lewd, debauched, and all parts erotic.
You can’t feel an ounce of shame with this. What’s there to be ashamed about? They want to explore your body, let them. It’s much easier than trying to act as if this could ever go back to a place of decorum and sanctity. Let them play and feed.
And oh, do they. You’re filled to the brim by Urlen, somehow able to handle more copious amounts of his seed than you thought, the mess running out of you like a river when he pulls away and his cock stands proud. Your essence clearly drips off of him, giving it a sheen as it bobs and twitches, still eager to slam back inside you given the slightest sign that he could.
Everything turns to a blur after that. Handed to another member, tongues cleaning you out while they mutter this and that about your species, cooing about how cute you are, how delectable you are, how good you handle their sizes as you're forced into orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm.
It’s like some Roman punishment. The hero now the victim as you’re enjoyed and devoured, losing yourself to these creatures like you pissed off Aphrodite (or dare you say you earned her favor? This isn’t exactly the worst way to go.)
You’re once again with the tentacles, sucking on whichever decide to take your mouth as another creature is slamming away, purring deeply as they take you. You don’t even care to know which species. It’s all the same. Pleasure, euphoria, mind numbing orgasms- Why would you care who’s giving it to you?
The tentacles leave your mouth, letting you take in much needed breaths as the final alien takes you for a ride. Deep, fast,and rabbit-like. Taking and taking, chasing their own pleasure as you sit in your own little mental bubble.
There’s a final thrust deep into your cunt. The alien pulls away and grins as its fingers go to spread you open, showing your clenching hole to the others, as if you truly couldn’t ever get enough. Their fingers tease your sore and red rimmed hole, chuckling when you jerk and whine from the touch, like a predator toying with its meal.
You’re given a moment to breathe after that. The demons in these other worldly creatures finally satiated it seemed. You’re face down on the large table, eyes bleary and skin covered in sweat, saliva, and a mix of all of their essence. Hair mussed, teeth marks lining your body, and every drop of energy gone.
How the hell did you survive?
“I’d say this meeting went well” Urlen muses, dragging his fingers down your spine in a similar way someone touches a marble statue. Mapping you out and wanting to admire you all the more. You wonder if it's a way to try to comfort you- Then again who are you kidding? They passed you around without preamble and gave you one of the hardest brain resets a human could ever experience. But still, it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility.
“All things considered, I say we join your earthling alliance. I can see a wonderful future with us as allies. If you give us this hospitality with every meeting, how could we ever in our right minds say no?”
There’s a pitiful whimper as Urlen lifts you up, placing you on your ass as his fingertips tilt your head up to meet his gaze. “And, I’ll be more than happy to have you as my personal translator. My little ambassador…You can show me all of your customs and ways of pleasure. All for me to feast on.”
I need to say it. Choso would go FERAL if you were on your period
He doesn't know how he's supposed to control himself.
You're here, wet and bleeding, and clearly in need of his touch, and he ISN'T Supposed to indulge? To have you forced on his face while he drinks you in and feels his cock leak and twitch?
You sound so cute about it too. So shy and humiliated while he plays with your clit and watches his cock pierce you, groaning deeply in pleasure and awe as he watches how you shake and tremble while stretching around his size.
You look so fucking good covered in blood. The fact that it's your own only makes his head spin all the more. He can taste the most forbidden fruit and not have you hurt. Taste your succulent essence on his tongue mixed with what brings you life.
He jerks his cock raw while he tastes you. Can't get your moans out of his head. Wants to hear more, taste more, feel that metallic slick all over his body like an animal.
You aren't safe. You're his to do with as he pleases. Made to take what he gives and to shut up and take it if you truly keep putting up a fight about how "embarrassed" you are.
How many times does he have to show you he doesn't give a fuck? That he loves every inch no matter how disgusted you may feel? You're lucky he loves you so much and knows when to tie you down and keep you open.
Momma, I beg of you, please make more scenarios for Eddie Gluskin!! I want him to turn my brain to mush as his tongue works magic on me!!
A happy wife, a happy life! And God does he want to make his wife happy.
You, dolled up and pretty, resting so sweetly on your shared bed. (You're covered in someone else's blood, begging him not to kill you.)
What more could a man want? You're feeling frisky and practically begging for him!
How could he not reward his wife for being so good?
You're trembling as fingers walk down your abdomen to your thighs, mapping out your marred and blood coated skin. Possessive kisses pepper up and down your heated flesh as Eddie hums that little song, fondly observing your body as more and more clothing falls away, soon laying you bare.
“Shh shh shh. Don’t fight, darling. Don’t fight” Eddie hushes, kissing up your supple skin like he was worshipping an artifact. Several in quick succession slowly turning into more sensual, greedy kisses as his lips trail up your trembling body.
“Mm hmm, no no no. Just stay still…It’s all you need to do. Everything’s alright. I’m just here to ease those aches and get that sweet nectar on my lips. You know how much of a fiend I am for it. Don’t you?”
The breath is sucked out of you at that. You're quivering and shaking like you just got electrocuted. There’s teeth in your skin, sucking and claiming, almost angry as it makes you hiss and whine in fear. The deep voice leaving the psycho only makes you mewl even louder. Vicious and possessive as the devil himself.
“Shh shh shh. Don’t tense up darling. Just focus on what I can bring you. What I can make your body experience. That’s all you have to do, angel.”
HIs voice is velvet and smooth, but your core only tightens as he flicks his thumb over your clit, groaning in satisfaction as he watches your hips jerk and your pussy glisten.
"Oh darling, there's no way you're keeping me from this."
There’s a wet swipe of his tongue over those succulent folds, and You have to suck in a breath, hips jolting on their own accord as your voice is stuck in the pit of your throat.
Fuck. Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to feel good. You didn’t want this! But his mouth is as evil as the deeds he's done, and it's left you grasping at the bedside and rocking against his face against your better judgement.
Over and over, the flat of his tongue was collecting all of your flavor. Deep groans and growls as Eddie lets himself go, uncaring for any sort of decorum. Why should he? True love is when you can get a bit beastly with your spouse and indulge in one another. That and, this was just as much as a reward for him as it was for you.
There’s a wet suck, and You sob, thighs tensing and holding your hips steady as you arch.
The noises you make are better than any church choir. His lips latch onto your clit once again, his head laying on your thigh, large hands holding you open so he could gaze at the wonderful flower on his taste buds.
It was so cute watching how wet you've become. Your pussy was warm and pulsing, your hole begging for something to stuff inside of it, milking you of all your strength until you're his pretty, fragile little wife.
Eddie licked the color of his lips before ghosting hot breath over heated skin. His ring and middle fingers gently parted those pretty petals between Your legs and teased your hole in short circles, making sure you were properly good and wet before slipping further.
Your cunt was molten hot inside, the slick, gummy walls absolutely divine. He kisses at your glistening clit, a deep rumble of satisfaction reverberating in his chest when he feels your legs trying to close around his arm.
"I love how you do that with your legs.” He comments, watching how cutely you tensed your thighs. “Squeeze as much as you want. I'm here to provide whatever you need." He sounded almost drunk, as if he was drinking down pure ambrosia while his victim shook and trembled from the shock of it all.
With that, He went back to his mission, taking you into his mouth as he tried to time his head movements with his fingers. Eddie wasted no time, a drawn out groan passing his lips as he swirled his tongue around Your clit. Your voice echoes as you feel your back lifting off the bed, arching into the mans mouth as you try to hold onto his hair.
He could never get enough of this. What mad man could get tired of it? The taste, the way You moan and throw your head back, how you feebly try to push him away despite clearly enjoying it. It was so cute how You tried to deny yourself the pleasure your husband could bring!
"W-wait! Wait no no no! I-it's too much!" You sobbed, quivering as Eddie only seemed to enjoy that, holding you up right under your ass so he could get his tongue even deeper.
You're pitifully hiccupping. Your hips jerk as best they can, wanting to wriggle away but your body fighting against your better instincts. That wicked mouth was drawing more and more fight out of you, sucking and slurping at your dripping cunt like you were a never ending piece of candy.
What's worse is how you're reacting to it. You're supposed to be terrified! Humiliated! Not turned on and to the point of giving in!
The groom pops off with a wet suck, groaning in sick satisfaction as he watches how your pussy flutters, hips quivering when he thumbs at your clit and gently blows. He chuckles as he listens to how you whimper, a soft mewl of discomfort as he plays with the spit slicked clit. “I can’t believe you want to hide this from me. Keep me away from my sworn purpose. Just sitting here, worshipping you, and making you my little wife to keep in a golden cage. Is that so bad? Why are you so shy to be with me? I know you're supposed to save yourself but I'm starting to think you see me as terrifying."
“Please! Please just let me go!” You spit out, but your voice is weak. Your body is betraying you as Eddie drags his tongue over Your stiff clit, over and over, practically whimpering at the taste as You lose the will to fight. Eddie doesn’t pay any mind to the little outburst. His angel just needed to see what pleasures He could bring, and he’ll realize they’re meant to be!
He latches on, pushing Your legs backwards to allow more access as he goes for the kill. His plush lips lock onto your stiffened, twitching nub as he easily forces Your hips still, shaking his head and growling as his mouth puts in double the effort.
His angel deserves this reward. As does He. He’s getting that sweet ambrosia.
You begin out right sobbing. There’s nothing You can do. Your spine is lit up like fireworks as Your core turns molten, thighs tensing and going taut as You grind up against Eddie's face. It's futile to try and stop this, so you have no choice. You give in, tears dripping down your heated cheeks.
Your orgasm is ripped from You nearly violently. Eddie unrelenting as he demands your body to give into the bliss, to just give up this silly fight and give the man what he wants. You're gasping in stuttered breaths as you're tortured throughout the entire climax, Eddie refusing to unlatch even when the pleasure turned into spikes of overstimulation.
That’s how he likes it. His partner, shaking and weak, unable to fight off all of the bliss he can bring. The ability to melt their mind at his fingertips. No one is more deserving of that than You.
The man doesn’t let up. He coaxes You through it all while still delving his tongue in deep, rolling his head with how Your hips grinded down, wanting to get every ounce of flavor he could down his throat.
You're left trembling after that. Breaths uneven, face heated and tear streaked, eyes watery from the intensity of it all. Your mind was completely blank. What was there to think? You're stuck with this psycho who can apparently give mind-altering head, and seemingly doesn’t want to let go or stop.
The aftershocks shoot up Your spine while Eddie cups just under your ass, lifting his victim upwards so he could fully taste that sweet, succulent pussy and feel how it clenched around his tongue. You're stuck, hitching Your breath with every deliberate stroke of that wicked tongue. You can feel your legs straining to hold yourself, but it doesn't matter when Eddie had a hold of you and isn't allowing those gorgeous legs to close.
There's a moment of reprieve. Catching your breath felt impossible after a ground shaking orgasm like that. You watch as the groom rolls his hips against the mattress, groaning into your overstimulated pussy as another hand went down to stroke over himself.
“Goodness, I'm hard. I couldn't help myself my darling-” He points down with an amused expression, showing how hard his own cock was in his slacks, a clear mess leaking from the fabric as it outlined his length. “-I came so hard when you let me taste you. I want more.” He grits out, hissing between his teeth as he ruts his cock against the hand covered in your cum.
“I want all of it. Every last drop. You’ll give that to me right? Let me make you feel good and show you proper worship?”
(Say less. It's been so long since I've done Eddie, I wanted to do him justice. -Mommabean )
Nanami gives me little to low libido until he meets darling and becomes an absolute horndog
Oh absolutely. He doesn't really care about any of that stuff for the most part. Yes, he's indulged, but it doesn't take up his life like it can other people.
And then he meets you.
And suddenly Kento cannot stay soft no matter how badly he needs to.
You have a new perfume? Rock hard, needs you immediately.
You wore a different outfit that's not even remotely sexual? He's a deviant please let him see you naked.
You DID wear something sexual? You're cruel and he loves it please choke him with his own tie while he's balls deep.
He craves to have his hands all over you, he can't get enough! Even the little moans you do while you stretch in the morning are enough to make him want to bend you over the counter, prop one leg up, and breed you.
He's so down bad when he's found you, it's almost scary!
