orc!husband fucking you from behind while you’re standing up and he’s got you pressed against the shower wall. he’s hitting the most insane spot inside of you that your knees almost buckle and he hefts you up into his arms, twists you around, and continues to piston you onto his cock like a doll!!!!!!
he’ll never pass up an opportunity to shower with you and this is the reason why. the water plus all the sweet your pussy leaks out makes it so easy to pin your front to the porcelain and slide in. pressing his body into yours, he angles his thrust until he can see a bulge in your stomach while you watch. chin tucked and whimpering out moans as it pokes through with each cram inside your hole.
he fucks you, mesmerized at how he can barely fit. how wide your lips stretch and cream around his girth, squelching with a gathering slick. the water hits against his back, and drips across his shoulders and belly with messy splashes. haloing around his skin of scars and green.
your husband grunts and pants through his tusks at how taut you squeeze along the veins on his cock, mumbling praises at how deep you’re letting his cock dig inside you. he holds your hips and clutches the skin, arms moving you wrap you up when your legs force you to go limp.
pulling out, the orc shushes your pitiful whines by spinning and lifting you into the air. it’s as if you weigh absolutely nothing to him as he hoists you until your back hits his middle, and his tip splits you open with a slow thrust once more. using an arm to hang from his neck, you feel like you’re floating.
his cock is hitting even deeper inside you now, and you can’t do anything about it except take him... jerking in his strong arms, planting slobbery kisses on his middle as he drags you up and down on his cock, stuffing you as full as you’ve ever felt in your life.
you come with a sob and he comes with a roar. his cum leaks out to mix with the water and swirl down the drain, which he lets out a small growl at. keeping his cock buried inside you, he holds you secure as he trudges you both to your bed. he bends into a fold until you plush against the mattress and hovers over your spent body, a tender hand pressing you into the bed as he picks up right where he left off.
“gonna fill you up right this time,” he grunts, already feeling the twitching of his balls that signal he’s already close again.
the feeling of him sloshing in and out of you draws loud noises from your lips, and you already know that he knows you’ll lose your mind if he stops. reading your thoughts without even trying, he pounds and fills you until you’re drooling and can barely breathe.
imagine,,, big scary monster of the woods becoming absolutely smitten with you, following you around trying to keep you safe. one day it gets enough courage to say hi, slipping out of the shadows to reveal itself to you. you're scared, of course... but you don't run. maybe you're even curious. surely if something this large and strong wanted to hurt you, it would have already right..? and it is delighted by your trust. so much so, it takes a chance, and holds its big claws out to offer you something. you take it, not wanting to be rude to the giant strange creature. little did you know you had just accepted its courtship, and by all means, were now its mate! you'll realize soon enough however, as the creature wraps its claws around your waist and pulls you close, relishing in the soft warmth that is you..
oh, and good luck ever seeing your loved ones again.
I think most would consider werewolves, vampires, and dragons pretty standard when it comes to monsterfucking. To my meager following, what are your less common fuckable monsters? I'm curious
rakshasa!Stella x human!Reader
Good to know: fxf smut, oral
Summary: Your girlfriend works late, and you, well, you help her.
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Your legs are draped over the worn armrest of the old, green sofa. Your phone is in your hands, screen dark and forgotten as your eyes drift to the lion rakshasa seated across the room. She is behind her cramped little desk. One elbow is perched on the wooden surface, fingers looming over the keyboard. The glow of her monitor paints her in bluish hues. The pale light catches on the fur of her face, highlighting the pink spot on her nose that looks like a melted heart. You can't help but grin every time you look at it. Her round ears flick and twitch with every sound that seeps into the quiet office from the pub outside. Her eyes, big and vivid green, shine with a glassy sharpness as she scrolls through the line after line of texts and numbers.
"You know you don’t have to work so late, right?" you ask, tipping your head slightly to the side.
It’s nearly eleven. When you came to visit your girlfriend hours ago, you figured it would be a quick stop. A kiss, a check-in, maybe a walk home together. But ‘just ten more minutes’ had turned into two hours, and now your ass in numb from sitting for too long.
"I know," she hums, but doesn't even look up.
"I mean it," you say, rubbing your leg absently as pins and needles flicker under your skin. "Boss won’t fire you if you finish whatever it is tomorrow." You glance down at your phone, thumb brushing across the screen to check the time again. "And by tomorrow, I mean tomorrow morning. Not 'when the clock strikes midnight tomorrow.'"
"I know," Stella repeats.
"Stella," you say her name with an edge, with a soft warning wrapped in affection as you rise from the sagging sofa. Your phone drops to the cushions behind you with a careless thump, but you don’t even bother to look back. Instead, you cross the room and lean against the small desk. "It’s too late for this," you murmur, eyes locked onto hers as you reach for her laptop. She huffs, nose scrunching a little in the most adorable way and ears twitching again, but she doesn't stop you when you close the screen with a soft click.
Stella sighs. "I’m new," she says. "I don’t want him to think I can’t handle what he trusted me to do."
You soften immediately. With a gentle coo, you lean over the desk and let your hand rise to cup her cheek. Her golden fur is soft and plush beneath your touch, and her jaw is firm with tension as your thumb strokes over it.
"He knows you can do it," you reason. "He wouldn’t have hired you if he didn’t already believe that."
But your words don’t melt her the way you wish they would. Her body remains taut in her seat, shoulders high, back rigid. She has been working for the minotaur for a month now, helping him run his pub from behind the scenes. He praises her work constantly, but still, she clings to the need to prove herself with teeth bared at some invisible deadline.
"You’re cute, you know that?" you say with a grin, and when she only grunts in response, the amused curve of your lips grows wider. "At least let me help you, then."
That earns you a flick of an ear and a quick glance. "What do you mean?"
"Well," you hum mischievously. "I'm so glad you asked."
The wheels of her chair groan when you move around the table, nudging her gently away from it just enough to slip between her legs. Her knees part instinctively to let you in while your hands stay on her cheeks, guiding her face up to yours. You lean in and press your lips to hers in a slow, teasing kiss. She tastes like black coffee, strong and bitter. She squirms beneath the press of your lips, her tail flicking somewhere behind her chair, muscles tight beneath your palms, and the second you deepen the kiss, her breath catches.
"What are you doing?" she whispers into your mouth when you slide your hands from her face down over her flat chest to the rough fabric of her jeans. Your fingers tease the button there, playing with it until it pops free with a soft snap. The sound of the zipper parting feels impossibly loud in the small office, mingling with occasional noises of the pub outside.
"What do you think I’m doing?"
You drop to your knees, fingers curling into the waistband of her pants, and she shifts without a word, letting you tug down the denim until it lands on the ground next to your knees.
"Here?" she whispers, startled. Her green eyes are wide, pupils dilated. Her black lips are parted into a perfect little o.
You can’t help the soft laugh that escapes you. "Do you hear the others outside?" And as if to prove your point, a guttural growl punches through the wall, followed by a breathy, high-pitched moan that makes Stella's ears twitch.
Your palms roam over her fur, brushing through the soft golden coat that covers her powerful legs. The texture is impossibly satisfying; thick but smooth, warm with her body heat. She is gorgeous, built like a predator with the softness of something just tamed enough to let you close.
"You work so hard," you whisper as you explore her slowly. Your fingers dip in slightly, teasing the sensitive part of her inner thigh, but not yet touching where she wants you most. "You deserve to be taken care of." You run your palms upward again, from her knees to her hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles into the hollows beside her heat. You watch the way her muscles tighten, how her tail coils behind her, how her ears flick and shiver. "Let me take care of you, love," you coo, watching her the whole time as you nuzzle yourself deeper between her thighs.
The scent of her heat fills your nostrils, heavy and so familiar it makes your mouth water, and then, when she finally opens her legs further, you can see her too. Light pink and damp. Her pussy is already slick and shining in the low light. Her arousal clings faintly to her fur, trailing like dew.
Damn, she is gorgeous.
You exhale slowly, letting the warmth of your breath spill over her slick heat just close enough to make her shiver. Her stomach jumps, muscles flexing beneath her fur. Her thick thighs tighten around you, tense with anticipation, and her claws dig into the worn padding of the armrests, leaving fresh marks in the old fabric.
"Good girl," you murmur, voice muffled by the closeness of her body. "That’s it. Let go. Let me make you feel good."
Your nose brushes the top of her mound, catching the intoxicating scent of her arousal once again. It coats your tongue even before you dip lower and make contact in a slow, wet stroke. You groan at the rich, heady taste, and she responds with a sharp inhale and a soft, choked noise from above. Her entire body melts and tenses all at once.
"Fuck," she breathes out huskily.
"Good girl," you whisper again, this time directly against her slick folds, your tongue parting her slowly with every word. "Just like that."
You flatten your tongue and drag it upward in a long, deliberate stroke, curling the tip just as you reach her clit. You lap at her, savoring the way she shudders, the way her breath hitches and breaks with every flick and press of your tongue.
"You always taste so fucking good," you murmur against her, lips brushing her wetness as you speak. She gasps. The sharp sound melts into a moan as your mouth closes around her, tongue flicking in firm, slow circles. "You’re doing so good for me."
Outside the door, you can still hear faint moans and grunts, but they are distant now. Unimportant compared to the way she shakes when you suck her clit into your mouth.
"That's it," you praise her again, voice thick and ragged with want. "Let me hear you, love. Let go for me."
Your nose nudges against her as you dip lower again, tongue curling to explore deeper. Her heat clenches softly around the intrusion, and you groan into her pussy, loving the way she gasps, sharp and wild.
You moan into her folds and dive in further. "You taste so good," you whisper, tongue still dancing. "So fucking good, baby." Her inner walls pulse as your tongue traces down and dips in, teasing her entrance before sliding up again to circle her clit, soft and then firmer as you feel her react. Her head tilts back with a sharp cry, and you know she is close from the tension in her legs, and from the way her tail lashes.
"F-fuck- oh gods-" she chokes out, hips rising against your face. You press in closer, mouth locked on her pulsing clit while she arches with a cry.
Her entire body seizes-
then breaks-
She comes with a full-body shudder, her cries raw and helpless. Her thighs clamp around your head as her pussy clenches around your tongue, tight and rhythmic, pulsing so hard you can feel it deep in your jaw. Heat floods your mouth, thick and slick, and you groan as you lap it up greedily. Her taste is everything, salt and sweetness, musk and heat, and you savor it like a feast.
Your own thighs squeeze together, your core aching and wet with your own need, clenching around nothing as you press harder into her, moaning into the folds of her twitching sex. Every sound she makes, every jolt and tremble of her hips, only drives that aching deeper into your belly, but you don’t stop. You keep licking and stroking her through it, through the aftershocks that make her hips jerk and her claws scrabble uselessly on the arms of her chair. Only when she slumps into the seat, boneless and panting, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, do you finally slow down, and after one last kiss on her clit, you pull back and look up.
Stella is already staring down at you. Her eyes are glassy and dazed, pupils wide, lips parted and shining with spit. Her chest rises and falls in heavy waves, and her tail flicks once with lazy contentment.
A slow, smug grin spreads across your face. "So?" you ask, breathless but triumphant. "Can we go home now?"
She doesn’t answer with words. One paw-like hand slips to the back of your head and yanks you up for a kiss. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, devouring her own taste from your lips with a growl.
The only thing that breaks you apart is the sudden creak of the door, and the low, familiar voice that follows. "Good," Boss grunts from the entrance. "I was afraid I’d have to tell you off for working too late." Then, just as casually as he came in, he closes the door again and leaves you both in silence.
You snort out a breath of laughter and arch your back slightly so you can kiss Stella again, playful and smug from your place between her thighs. "See? Told you he wouldn’t mind."
"Shut up," Stella mutters against your lips, her voice thick and lazy with the haze of her orgasm. "Let’s go home."
Lying on the floor of my cell, filled and covered with cum, I began to reflect on how I got here. Go on an adventure, I thought. See the world and find yourself, I planned. Well, I did a little bit of that. in the end, it was finding myself that lead me here. I found that I got a rush from stealing and cheating people. That sneaking in the shadows and liberating someone's purse gave me such a thrill. The richer the mark, the more exhilaration in taking their most prized possessions. I once stole a whole ass tapestry from the wall of a manor while the owner watched me.
That way of life caught up with me.
As you probably suspect by now, I stole from the wrong person. A mad scientist is going to have cool shit, so when I heard rumors of one living in a secluded tower all by himself I knew I had to hit it.
This man was devious. And I mean that in all ways. Before I even got inside he'd clocked me, magic or some invention alerting him to my presence and went completely unnoticed. Then there were the booby traps (in one case literal) everywhere, so cleverly hidden that the master thief I'd become caught maybe one in five. I didn't even notice the one that drugged me, as it was through skin contact and brushed my face. I'd like to think that without that I wouldn't have walked right into thin wires that constricted on my arms and legs, but also onto my breast's, like it was waiting for a female to walk into it.
Everything went dark after that. When I came to, I was on a cold metal table, naked, and restrained, staring up into the oversized eyes of the scientist examining me with some vision magnifying contraption.
“Wonderful, you're awake! I am so glad you came to join us!” He hustles off the stool he'd been standing on and somehow I was taken down by a scrawny halfling? I'd never live this down with the other adventurers if they found out.
“I'm sorry for trying to sneak in, but I'd heard rumors about your lab and couldn't resist wanting to take a peek” maybe if I flatter his scientific ego he'll let me go.
“Oh my dear you're about to have the best seat in the house when it comes to my experiments!”
I didn't like the sound of that. I needed to get free, but none of my skull with lock picking would help when my hands were restrained above my head, and whatever was holding them to the table was below the table. I could barely even wiggle my fingers.
“The only intruders I've had to date were men, and they just won't do for the experiments. Their primary motivation seems to be procreation, and they are smart and can tell a human male from a female. Watching them be torn apart in the arena was enlightening however!”
“Excuse me! You plan to do what with me? Let me go right now!” I'm finally starting to struggle, as I realize my predicament. What the hell does he mean procreation? I thought I was naked on this table because he was going to play with me, which as a female adventurer is nothing new to me. Whatever he's talking about sounds a whole lot worse.
“Oh, but you're never leaving. Who knows, maybe they'll break you so badly you enjoy it” and he's out a side door. I struggle almost manically, desperate to get away of whatever hell hole I've fallen into, but he knows what he's doing with these restraints. I would almost be excited to be restrained and taken by the scientist, bondage always made sex hotter for me, regardless of my level of willingness.
The table begins to move, but it's not just a table. It lifts so I'm in a standing position and then it begins to retract in multiple pieces, leaving me bound with my arms and legs spread in an X in the middle of the room.
“Now I'm going to start you off with just one, so I can gage what you can handle” the scientist shouts down to me from a platform about 20 feet above me, where he's sitting cross legged holding a notebook and pencil in one hand, and the other is about to pull on a rope.
Metal grates and a chain clanks behind me, but I don't have enough slack to turn and see what's coming for me. I hear a slithering coming upon me, but slimier somehow. Thrashing against my bonds I realize that his experiments are monstrosities, and he's unleashing one to fuck me.
My inner thigh is stroked by a slimy… appendage? I can't see what it is but it's not a finger or hand, and it's joined by another and another, until 8 or more are stroking my legs and torso, the slime on them oozing and coating my skin. Without warning 2 of the appendages find what they are searching for and my cunt and ass are both invaded. I scream and struggle harder, but there's still no wiggle room in my restraints. I begin to sob as the creature moves below me, and I see a Catacomb Slug take shape, the tentacles on its bulbous head now using my holes.
I get a brief respite as it moves far enough past me that the tentacles no longer reach me, but now I can see what's coming for me, and I've never wished to be blindfolded more ardently in my life as I see it's mouth open.
“We need to lower you by increments for the next parts” the scientist is entirely way to enthusiastic about this, completely deaf to my sobs and pleading. I lower by about 2 feet, right above the grotesque mouth with its jagged teeth, and I'm sure I'm about to die… tho death would probably be better than whatever comes next.
It's tongue inches out of its mouth, long and rough looking, with even more slime dripping from it. I will never feel clean after this. As it extends it splits in 2, as if it's been forked, as I've never seen one do that.
“Now you get to see where the experimentation has come in. It's fascinating really, I've had this pet since it was a baby, it was actually cute back then, but I wanted to see what would happen if I introduced other DNA to it while it was still in its egg sac. I didn't know what I was doing as well back then, so it was a cocktail of things and he got the forked tongue of a snake, am amphibious nature from the frog, but also that DNA mutated it's slime. Instead of having a hallucinogenic property like the frog, it first numbs it's prey, and then it begins to tingle on the skin, and as it absorbs it creates a euphoric effect”
The tingling had already begun, tho I wished I'd stayed numb. It builds and builds, somehow centering on my clit, and I am breathing heavier than I should be for how little I'm able to struggle. But then a glorious detached feeling occurs, and my mind feels released from my body as pleasure courses through all my veins.
At that moment the 2 tongues begin to probe my holes, a glorious friction from the rough texture they have, and between that and the tingling I know I'd be soaked even without the slime. A low moan escapes me, and suddenly I no longer want to fight back. No man's cock has felt this good, no finger has elicited such pleasure as the sensations building in my clit as I'm fucked thoroughly and my first orgasm builds so intensely that my screams reverberate off the walls.
“Interesting, the subject has a much stronger response than expected. I anticipate great fun in witnessing my creatures break her.”
As my orgasm subsides I begin to lower again and the slug moves forward, its tail right below me. It lifts it up and it's cock emerges from the tip, and I suddenly am glad for any numbing and euphoria, as it's bigger than even the tongues, and knotted all along its length.
“And now we see the results of the werewolf DNA that was added in. Surprising result really, that it's cock was the only part affected, I do hope that it doesn't break you before we're barely started, but he's never gotten a chance to use it and I feel sorry for the poor lad”
It slams it into my cunt up to the first knot, filling me so full, but feeling good so far. The first knot pops inside me, and now I'm stretched and I'm sure would be screaming if it's slime hadn't prepped me. It stays at this length and roughly fucks me, my body in pain but the slime still working on the pleasure. Faster and faster he pumps into me, a mewling sound emitting from it, and just before it cums, a secondary cock emerges and slams into my ass, just as the second knot enters my cunt, and both absolutely explode with cum, my stomach bulging from the pressure of how much has been secreted into my body. Both cocks slip out of me, and it curls up in the corner ready for a nap.
“Not even any bleeding, fantastic, excellent! You'll do wonderfully my dear” the scientist says as my bonds loosen, and he enters the room again, putting a collar and nipple clamps on me and using a chain attached to all of them to pull me from the room and lead me to the cell where I'm now laying and reminiscing, covered in the cum of multiple monsters, and replete from all the orgasms they gave me in the process.
cw: yandere behavior, heavy smut, bdsm elements, robotfucking, cyborg-sex, obsessive behavior, gore, blatant murder, yandere robots, AI gains awareness and emotions, uhhh i'll add as we go.
inspired by @chaiiskindagross
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