She was only messing around with an old family grimoire. Originally, she translated it out to be what she thought was a love spell. She was very mistaken. The sleepover became interesting when she showed off her family's practice. It got extremely more interesting when she found out she dint put a love spell on you, but a curse.
A curse that made you unbelievably horny. She panicked and reread the grimoire as you started freaking out on her asking what the hell did, she do to you. The longer you sat there, the wetter you got. Your panties were practically soaked through with your arousal.
Your cheeks were extremely flushed, and your body was so warm as if it was on fire. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, she told you how it could be reversed. You had to have sex with the person who casted it. You have to have sex with your best friend. The sleepover became riveting. She started to taunt you.
Asking if you were horny for her. Obviously, you were it wasn't even a question. She sits super close to you on her bed and slides her hand over yours. Her touching your body is all it took. You moved your head to kiss her, and she started making out with you. Laying back on the bed, she slides her hand up your skirt.
Feeling your wet panties on her fingertips, she pulls them to the side. Fingering you, coating her fingers in her juices as she touches your g spot. You're beyond a horny mess for her. She pulls her fingers out of your aching pussy and smirks at you. She gets on all fours as she puts her head under your skirt. Licking up and down your folds. Sucking your clit.
Flicking the sensitive bud over and over. Slowly she slides two fingers inside of your pussy again and finger fucks you roughly as she sucks your clit. Your legs start to tremble as you feel your climax building. Your thighs squeeze around her head as you orgasm.
Ingredients: mermaid x mermaid x mermaid x you, ovipositor, breeding, eggs,
Fem!reader x 3 mermaids
A mermaid's fascination with your fingers triggers her heat and she has plans on taking you home for her own. But she isnt alone in that idea. Fortunately theyre all the sharing type.
Everyone talks about mermaids obsessed with legs. But what about fingers? Your unclawed unwebbed fingers. More developed for grasping branches much the same she clutches your wrist. Guiding your fingers between her cold pale lips. From your spot upon the stone you lurch. Her tongue isnt cold like the rest of her. Its scalding hot, lapping along your skin. Her gills fluttering. Eyes drifting closed until her thick lashes shut completely. Head bobbing lewdly upon your fingers. You swallow the lump of arousal in your throat, the sight of her bobbing in the water-her chest visible beneath her ethereal dark hair.
You pump your fingers in her pretty mouth, the scrape of sharp teeth and her long tongue leaves you shifting your legs. Her silence turns to whimpers. Spittle drips down her angular features, leaving droplets upon the swell of her chest. Beneath the water her tail quivers and shakes in a bizarre way. Instinctively you shift back, but her hand upon your wrist keeps you cemented in place. Her other hand leaves the rock to join the other sucking your fingers back into her mouth. Her eyes flutter back open,peering back up with a distinct haze to them.
“S-sorry, continue,” you apologize relieved when her eyes close and all attention drifts back to your fingers. But oh she trembles more and more the longer she sucks. Her body wriggling like she's hooked to your fingers. A flush coating her cheeks. Its then you notice the lengthy object swaying beneath the water. Her ovipositor on full display. It only increases your arousal.
“You really like my fingers?” Sliding your thumb along her cheek,she nods, still giving your fingers the most obscene treatment youve ever witnessed. You think it cant get any better. Until she cums. Your fingers recede, leaving behind a web of saliva. Her tongue pursues in desperation to fill her mouth once more. “You really REALLY like my fingers,” you murmur softly. “Should I come in
Licking her nips, she nods.
The cold water envelops you, sending harsh shivers over your body. Jaw inexplicably chattering
She giggles, her webbed fingers catch hold of your cheeks. “Time to warm up,” she churrs nuzzling her cold nose along your cheek. Something strangely warm brushes against your front. It isnt her hands, those pull your gaze back to her. Back to her deceptively soft lips.
A throaty whine leaves your mouth, twisting to catch a hold of her for another taste. Your arms fold around her head, savoring the warmth of her tongue as it prods and explores. Outside she's cold but inside she's what you would have expected from a human lover. Though you never expected her on your stroll down the rocky beach. You were so glad you had worn such little clothing, light weight fabric all but melted against your skin. Her budding tits rubbing against yours. Mingling breathing turns to panting and muffled giggles.
But you needed more. Your hand slides down to her upper arm, and you twist away to kiss the corner of her mouth. “Do you want more than kissing?”
Her sharky grin grows wide, almost sinister. “I do. You?”
Licking your lips, you nod. “Very much.”
Reaching up she flicks your nipple, giggling when you gasp. She grasps your hips, tugging you flush against her. “You werent meant for the water. Stay with me hm?” Her tail and long fins swirl around your legs. She was far bigger than you had thought.
Your fingers clutch onto her shoulders as a shudder rakes down your spine. She could do whatever she wanted now. You were removed from the safety of land now. Perhaps she senses your concern. Ducking against your throat she nuzzles along your skin. Murmuring sweetly, "don't drown, we haven't even started playing.”
Tightening your hold you surrender your fate to her. “Dont drop me?”
“I won’t, pretty girl.” She purrs, kissing a trail up your neck, “you are far too cute to lose to the eels.” Ducking back in her kiss baits you deeper into submission. Each scrape of her teeth and lathe of her tongue sweetening the deal.
Just as you're relaxing, a rush of cold water erupts over your lower half. You gasp pulling back from the sanctuary of her kiss. Her eyes meet yours with an uncanny sharpness. Something hot presses your legs apart, rushing forward and backwards over your clit and folds. The sudden stimulation locks your arms around her. Holding tightly. Completely at the mercy of her ovipositor thrusting between your legs. Her panting moans join yours, her gills fanning faster and faster.
“So pretty. Feeling good, pretty?” She huskily intones against your neck. When you don't answer her, the rubbing stops, “pretty?”
“dont stop- dont you dare stop!” You whimper against her neck. She giggles, impish and chaotic. Her hardness presses deliciously against you until you're a spasming mess. She's the only thing holding you up in the water. The drop off is treacherously steep here, you'd surely drown without her. She pushes you back against the stone. Pinning you there with her powerful arms. Her unnatural eyes boring into you make her more seductive-her sharp fangs glinting when she licks her lips. You whine, shifting your hips. “Please, I want more.”
But her length only wriggles, pushing upward against your clit until you're buzzing. “Make yourself loose for me. I want in.”
“Inside. Please,” you groan already feeling your body clenching and aching for her.
“Rub yourself.” She enthusiastically demands, “ I want to see.” Pressing closer her gaze remains transfixed upon you with insurmountable lust.
At first you pout, but when a fang pokes out from beneath her lip you cave. She was so fucking cute! “Fiiine!” You grumble, fingers gingerly sliding between the two of you. Staying atop your swim bottoms fabric, your eyes avert uncertain how you feel looking directly at her. Especially with how aroused you already were. Your body is hard and already throbbing beneath your touch. Each whine and whimper breaks your shyness, and each time you open your eyes she's there. Staring. Eyes glimmering as you push yourself closer to your limit.
Her ovipositor continues bumping and rubbing along your body. Leaving you a fumbling mess with your fingers.
“Louder,” she commands, fluttering her lashes, “ I like your voice.”
Squirming your hips was, in retrospect, a horrible mistake. Your eyes blow wide and a loud moan rattles your body. “Oh that's good.” Grasping her should you grind your hips against her rubbing member. Your opposite hand is still rubbing and pinching yourself. The heat in your body was spreading, spreading and spiraling. You keep it up. Finding a groove. Noticing how she herself is beginning to pant and whine.
And then the orgasm caresses down your spine. A warm comforting heat that seeps through your body like the first rays of spring. Your body loosens and you come to rest against her. Catching your breath while her hands card over your hair.
Pressing you against the rock with her chest, the heat below you vanishes. Much to your annoyance. Meeting her gaze in askance you find her already answering you. Something hot rubs against your thigh, gradually it rises along your body until it prods your tender folds.
“Oh!”Gasping, your hands clinging to her shoulders again. Again it pokes and the head butts up just into your opening. There she finds you ready and willing.
She bites her lip, gills fanning excitedly. “Look at me.” Her fingers perch upon your cheek guiding you back to her. The tip of her ovipositor repeatedly prods into you. Each time pleasure jolts down your spine.
Finally the tip of her thrusts inside. Filling you inch by inch until you're trembling from the heavy heat in your body. Your body stretches around her, at first the prickle of pain jars you from your lustful state. Tears building until an overwhelming wave of arousal overpowers the stretch. She flexes inside you, on instinct your body tightly seizes, squeezing her until you both moan. You couldn't fathom feeling this good before and now you didn't know if you would ever feel this good again.
“Perfect.” She whines against your lips. “Perfect for me.” Slowly she slips out of you. Each centimeter elicits a soft whimper. Her tongue laps the tears from your cheek, and then she rushes back through your folds burying herself deep. Watching with veiled delight as you squirm and spasm. Her fingertip drags down your cheek, soaking in how your eyes roll from pleasure. The waves are soon muffled by the pounding of her thick body. You hadn't expected her to be so all consuming. So rough. But the ocean was a temperamental mistress and so was she. Her body hammering into yours until you could no longer contain your voice. Desperate moans join the sound of the waves beating against the rock.
She becomes a haze. A haze everywhere all at once. Her body rushes in and out. Her fingers press and tease along your chest until she finds the hook to your top. The cold air hits your body. Her panting voice breaks into a laugh watching your chest bounce with every blow.
The orgasm she was building inside of you was just on the edge. You couldn't hold it back much longer. Each thrust was mind numbing. But you thought- surely you could make a few more. You couldn't. Her lips latch onto the swell of your breast and she sucks.
Your orgasm spirals out of control. The flash of light courses through your body until all sound and sensation vanish but her. Her body spasming and filling you. Filling you with…something. Her thrusts come slower and rougher now. Hips rocking into you. Her head bowing against your shoulder as shuddering racks her body.
Then it happens-something swells and builds inside of her. You can feel it spreading you wider. Stretching you until it suddenly pops and fades into a hot molten something deep inside you. Unable to catch your breath your body slacks, speared on her member and pinned by her hands. Another something stretches you, pushing into you so thick that you cry out. Tears streak down your face from the suddenness of it all. The buzz of overstimulation frays your nerves, but it's no use. The sensation arouses you all over again. She continues breeding you. Again and again. Until you're both panting against each other.
Her lips pressing kisses along your face, scraping along your hair. “You like?”
Nodding, you lick your lips. “So much.” Vaguely aware of how tight your stomach felt. How strange deep in your body feels. Drunk on your orgasm you curl against her.
Her fingers card over your hair.“Want more?More to play with? ” She murmurs, head tilting to the side, “my friends want to play too.”
“Friends?” You ask in a daze, looking up at her in confusion.
“Mhmm. They want to breed too. Will you enjoy that?”
You dont need to think twice. Your body thinks for you and it wants- “more, yes more please.”
You only notice them when its far too latw. Rising from the depths, mantles of scale and dark gleaming eyes. Leisurely they swirl around the lair of you. Taking a look before one by one they join you. Their bare chests press against you, teasing your skin. Their fingers trace along the edges of your body. Each takes an arm and your original maiden parts from you. Her ovipositor sliding free and with the release of pressure comes something else from deep inside you. Her excess eggs slipping out of your stuffed body.
One immediately takes her place, thrusting into you before your legs drift closed. The cry of pleasure comes like a punch to the gut.
The other is at your side-her hand greedily latching onto your chest. Squeezing and kneading while her lips kiss a hot line up the expanse of your neck. And your dear first? Her fingers were pinching and rubbing your throbbing clit. Her tongue fucking your mouth. Each time she ruts or the other squeezes you moan louder, and without fail she kisses you harder.
They rub, kiss, pinch, and pound you until finally your body hurtles over the edge. Your orgasm is so intense, you fade. Coming to, you find her friend pumping you full of her eggs. The other newcomer kissing your original mate with such blatant lust it pools your arousal again. You moan watching their tongues encircle and play. Their chests pressing and gills fluttering.
The one breeding you falters. Grasping your chin she guides you back to her, “ look at me.” She commands her bright eyes burning into you, “look at me. ”
All you can do is whimper, “breed me.”
“Yes” she rattles her hands grasping both your breasts, squeezing them tightly until you moan. “I will.” Her hips snap forward, diving right back to completion. She begins again. Each blow and stretch of her eggs pushes a cry from your lips. The moans of the other two fill your ears. You want to look. Know theyre being so hot. But you were told to look at her. Her eyes heated with such lust it had your head spinning. She pursues her own high, fucking into you with such hunger your body bounces and shakes.
Every frail cry you make only incites her prey drive, sending her wriggling and writhing inside you. Nothing leaves your lips except punctured - “ah! ah! ah!”Until the other two swim over. The one upon your left nudges against your shoulder, her hand sliding down your torso until it perches upon your clit. You squeal, and they release all control, descending upon you once more.
Once again your clit is tormented by a pair of webbed fingers. Each press and rub and squeeze sends you wailing into the kiss of the other. They each torment you until youre cumming again. Raw and overstimulated you writhe and squirm.
Her body shudders, each time her egg deposits she moans so lewdly your face flushes. A strange pressure building in your stomach for just a moment, and then it vanishes.Your body eagerly sucking in each egg she deposits. But it's no use trying to escape. They continue. Relentlessly. Giggling and grabbing.
Head bowing against you she catches her breath and allows you a reprieve. Only broken by the other two. Their hands eagerly snatch you away. Pathetically moaning when she pulls out of you. A release of eggs filling the water around you. Spilling from your overstuffed body. But any other sound is swiftly silenced with two pairs of lips. Each butting in for their own turn to kiss you. Their tongues languidly press and dance. Hands rubbing your cunt tenderly until you're once more reduced to a blubbering mess in their grasp.
Their fingers caress until they're pressing their fingers into you. Stuffing eggs back inside of you until you're cumming again from their hot tongues and delving fingers.
They take you back with them. In their home they pamper you, until you give birth to their young. The egg sacks you lay float in the pools of water surrounding your cavern home. And your three mates? You get to know them far better. Cliche as it sounds? You get that happy ever after and many more clutches of merfolk.
Alien partner with a hard exoskeleton that looooooooves how soft and squishy your human body is.
I imagine they'd be super worried about hurting you. Humans can bruise and bleed over the smallest things so they're extra careful when holding you even if you insist its not necessary.
It feels so intimate to them when they hold your wrist or kiss your neck and they can feel your blood pumping through your veins so close to the surface of your skin. Your skin is so warm and it's very comforting.
They caress and smooth their rough hands over your skin watching your goosebumps prickle. They touch everywhere; your arms, thighs, hands, back, ass, chest, stomach. There's little they haven't touched.
Despite how careful they are with you, they let themselves be a little mean sometimes. Lightly pinching at the fat of your thighs and ass to make you yelp, biting your lip and tongue with their sharp teeth, teasing your nipples until you're whining about how sore they are, they love how you jiggle when they thrust into you.
They can't help it; you're just so soft, so pliable and it's not like you mind anyway.
⚠️Warnings/ Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Original Work, F/F, Original Alien Character / Original Human Character, Alien Biology, Xenophilia, Size Difference, Pet Play, Owner/Pet Dynamics, Dom/sub Undertones, Consensual Sex, Retractable Penis, Unconventional Penis, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Tribadism, Creampie, Aftercare, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship.
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Ever since the human race came into contact with the Purpur Aranea, everything has been chaos. Humans didn't have much technology to offer in exchange for peace. Feeling intimidated by the other race's power and mastery of science, humanity decided to offer something so that the elites wouldn't even think about annihilating their species. That was: offering a few humans as luxury pets to these creatures.
You thought things couldn't get any worse than living on Earth right now, so you volunteered. If something went wrong, at least you'd be away from it all. You were pushed forward as your new owner looked at you excitedly.
"Awww... Aren't you the cutest little thing on this planet?" she said, running her hands through your hair, picking you up, and wrapping you in a blanket.
Strange, now you understood them? Maybe that bite near your ear a while ago had been an implanted translator.
Like every Purpur aranea, your new owner could be described as a being about 2.20 meters tall, with 4 long arms and 6 eyes, two pairs similar to humans, and one lower pair that were just two little black dots like primitive eyes. Her hair was long and wavy, in a much lighter shade of purple than her iridescent purple skin.
As you expected, your new owner's house was huge, both due to the species' stature and her social class. You were placed on her large bed as she lay down on the other side to look at you.
Her hands didn't stay still for long; they soon reached your cheeks, squishing them.
"You are the chubbiest-cheeked human on this planet. Do you want to bite me, little thing?"
You shook your head no. Being a pet couldn't be that bad. Behaving couldn't be too high a price to pay. You snuggled closer to her and lay down with your back against her chest. Her two long left arms held you close.
"Hm, I thought you guys were more feisty... You seem like a sweetie to me," she said, pressing her nose into your hair, smelling you the way a human would smell the top of a cat's head.
As the days passed, it wasn't hard to adapt. The food was decent, you had a spacious bed, and you could wander around the house whenever you wanted. Being treated like an actual pet wasn't so bad, honestly; it felt like a blessing for the most part. You had time for hobbies and could sleep as much as you wanted. All the worries of ordinary life were left behind on Earth.
Your owner's routine was: wake up, work, give you a bath when she heard you were awake, go back to work with you on her lap held by one pair of arms, and at the end of the day, watch videos about how humans worked and how to take care of them, still holding you until it was time to sleep.
Everything was going well for the first few weeks, but the lack of privacy started to get on your nerves over time. Being glued to your owner all day, every day, gave you zero freedom to sneak away and de-stress. During your bath wasn't an option, she was right there. If you took too long on your walks around the house while she worked, she'd come looking for you, so that wasn't a good option either. Your last resort was to try to slip away in the middle of the night somewhere and do it quickly.
You carefully unraveled yourself from her four arms and stealthily went to the bathroom, closing the door with a silent click. Finally, you could release weeks and weeks of pent-up arousal. You couldn't take too long. Without even pulling your pants down, you shoved your hand inside, searching for your long-awaited relief.
Your fingers moved in hurried, clumsy motions. You hoped your moans and low whispers wouldn't wake your owner. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. You were too invested in your activity to notice the sounds outside the bathroom. By the time you realized the noises, it was too late; she had already opened the door and stood there, confused about what you were doing.
In her logic, no pet would sneak out in the middle of the night to do anything other than cause trouble. Even though she wasn't sure what she had just seen, she washed your hand and carried you back to bed.
You let out an irritated sigh and a lot of grumbling along the way, embarrassed and unsatisfied, to the point of pulling away whenever your owner tried to pull you back to spoon with her.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked, seeing you pull away again and cover your head with the blanket.
She didn't like the attitude and wasn't going to sleep without finding out what made you like this. She went to her laptop and started researching, since learning to speak the human language to ask you directly was a plan that hadn't materialized yet.
"Why does my human keep moving their hand under their own pants?"
"Is a red human after touching themselves anger?"
"Do humans have heat?"
Bingo! There was the answer! Humans don't have heat, they have constant sexual desire, unlike animals that only have it during certain times of the year. What made you so stressed was the neglect that your owner didn't even know was happening. Now she just needed a few more pieces of information.
"How to satisfy my human?"
She lay down beside you without touching and closed the laptop.
"Hey, do you still want help with that? I didn't know it was important to you. I can help you, sweetie," she offered, apologetic for interrupting you.
You could stay angry and frustrated about what happened, or you could have your first release in weeks. Of course, you chose the second option and nodded, accepting the offer shyly and excitedly.
You wouldn't deny that the view of your owner naked was a good one. She dimmed the lights for a cozier atmosphere and took off her clothes carefully while kissing you and groping your thighs and breasts simultaneously.
She waited for the slightest moan to continue; according to her research, that was a green light that you were enjoying it. Soon, her face was between your legs. Her long tongue was quick, circling your clit, sometimes alternating to suck it just to hear your moans get louder.
When you started writhing more, approaching your climax, she held you with two hands and pulled away.
"I heard you humans have preferences. What do you like?" she asked, staring at you intently.
You couldn't think for a moment; you were too stimulated and breathless. When you looked down, you understood what the question was about. Since you showered with her, you already knew she had something down there. What you discovered at that moment was that the closed hole, shaped similarly to a star at the end of her abdomen, was actually a retractable penis.
You swallowed hard and pointed at her pussy.
"Do you only like this, or do you like both?" she asked, placing one thigh over yours, aligning your clits, holding your hips with one pair of arms and keeping your legs spread with the others.
You moaned before you could answer, making the number 2 with your fingers before you completely lay back from the pleasure her clit rubbing against yours brought, your body hot and your pussy wet, pulsing against nothing.
It didn't take long for you to feel that familiar tightness in that area. You finally came with a loud moan, which made your owner crack a smile and go back to between your legs to savor your human taste.
When you calmed down enough, you could notice that what was previously a semi-erect penis was now at its maximum potential. The shape was far from conventional; it had a conical shape, with thick veins visible from the base to the middle.
"You like both, don't you? Do you want to help me too?" your owner asked, kissing your neck and caressing your cheek, giving you time to think before advancing.
When you confirmed with a nod, she gave you one last kiss, letting you taste yourself, then pulled away to start preparing your human entrance for the monstrous piece she carried hidden inside.
She pushed two fingers from one of her hands in slowly, entering and exiting at a gradual pace, waiting for you to get used to it while her other two hands held you open and her last one held your face, making you look at her.
After a few minutes, she removed her fingers from your pussy, replacing them with her pornographically large cock. Fortunately, it went in fairly easily for the first few centimeters. About halfway through the length, she had to push in little by little for your human part to adapt to the exponential thickness of her dick.
The moment she managed to push it all the way inside and you felt every vein brushing against your walls, she began thrusting with more enthusiasm. At that point, she was only focused on her own pleasure and on hearing your loud moans and ragged breathing.
Soon, her movements became inconsistent, and when she came inside you, you couldn't help but notice how the consistency of her cum was different from other humans', much thicker and slimier.
Your owner lay down partially on top of you, panting.
"Are you satisfied, love?" she asked in a soft voice, and you nodded.
"I promise I'll pay more attention to you next time, sweetie. I promise." she said, covering you more comfortably with the duvet and giving you a tender kiss on the cheek.
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A/N: I like biology so writing about her body was the fun part for me. Anyway, I hope the smut part is at least decent, I can't really tell bc I'm a loser lesbian. 😔
A/N: Also, sorry for the one-week delay. School really likes to pile stuff up at the end of the semester, and it screwed me over.
Working as a masseuse for hybrids has always been your biggest dream!
Since you were a kid, you’d always been friends with hybrids and found that they were often stressed and uncomfortable with their bodies. Due to them not being quite human or animal, it was hard to find a good place to get a relaxing massage.
That’s why you started studying to help your friends and other hybrids relax and enjoy life better! Soon, you became quite famous in the hybrid world, and had worked on many different types.
Even a few celebrities came to get one of your famous massages!
You started the day like any other, waking up; eating breakfast before you left to grab yourself some coffee before you opened up your parlor. Today you didn’t have any appointments, so you were expecting quite a few walk-ins.
The first hour of work was dull, with only a single customer that only wanted a quick shoulder rub before he left.
Of course you enjoyed helping everyone, but you really wanted something more to do, like a full body massage! Watching your customers melt on the table as you got the knots and kinks out of their aching muscles always filled your chest with pride… and sometimes made you feel a little hot and bothered as well.
Being all over these handsome and pretty hybrids certainly wasn’t easy, and they could often sense your change in scent and tease you for it.
You were plump and had huge tits, so every time you bent over to massage them, your boobs would press against their body and get them riled up!
Though some wanted to take it to a more naughty route, you mostly declined because you were a professional!
Today, though? You just couldn’t help yourself!
The bell hanging from the front door jiggled, signalling that a customer had just walked in. You sprang from your seat, eyes alight with excitement as you practically ran to the counter.
“Hello, how can I help... you?’
Before your very eyes was a plump cow hybrid woman, her tits barely restrained by her thin tanktop. The fabric strained under the weight of her udders, and they were red and swollen. You weren’t trying to stare, but she caught your eyes lingering and blushed in response.
“I heard that you work with hybrids and help them relax. I’ve been in so much pain lately, and my usual milker- I mean masseuse isn’t available.”
Her warm brown eyes looked up at you through her thick lashes, and she let out a little whimper. “I’m in so much pain, do you think you can help?’
You looked her up and down, immediately spotting the tension in her shoulders and the way she rubbed at her arms with a pained expression.
“I think I can help, come this way.”
You led her to the back, handing her a towel. “Undress to your level of comfort then cover yourself with this towel if you want. I’ll be back in a moment with the oil.”
She nodded, and you left her to change. As you walked back in with the oil, you nearly dropped it.
She was lying on her back, completely nude. From the way she had been acting, you were expecting her to be shy and leave most of her clothes on.
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Orc girlfriend who wants to be soft for you. She has spent her whole life fighting. Her body is ravaged by scars and burns. Her hands and fear are basically just callouses. Her hair is routinely chopped off or her head completely shaved because that’s one less thing to worry about during battle.
However, nothing feels better than when she grows it out and you brush it out. When you put a face mask on her and giggle as you convince her to let you pamper her with a spa day. The first time she even has her nails painted is when you beg her, and there’s something about the way that you smile when you do it, so careful to get it perfect, that makes her heart swell.
The sex is amazing, of course, but she just feels her heart swell every time she looks at you. She’s a warrior, a fighter, a killer, but when she looks at you, all she wants is to be a wife.
Hot Drider woman who ties you up with her silk and lays her eggs in you while making out sloppy style.
Request send per my Messenger Pigeon Tim, thank you very much.
Kabr0z Writes Episode 211: Arvix Girls
Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!
The back catalogue is making its way to Ao3!
CWs: Intox; alcohol; kidnapping; oviposition; restraints; mild breath play; aphrodisiacs; cervical penetration; being squished under a Very Large Woman;
A/N: This one took like 4 days to get right, and I'm not 100% sure it's quite right... Also the brief sorta changed halfway through when I realised I could make this absolutely fit something one of my friends posted about liking...
Enjoy!
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Arvix. City of night. The jewel in the crown of the deep elves, situated as close to the surface as they can stand to build. One of the few places in the empire where a visitor could be and not find themselves executed, enslaved, or worse. You'd come here to trade. Furs and cheeses from the North, olives and wine from the West. A long route, to be sure, but worth a pretty penny to brave the trade lanes as they wend under the mountains into the dark.
You had expected to make a profit, enough to pay off the investors you'd somehow roped into bankrolling this little venture, and you had. What you hadn't expected, was to pull.
After finishing your business in the trading square, you'd gone to one of the less openly xenophobic pubs in the city. Deep elvish society wasn't exactly welcoming at the best of times, but the more progressive establishments didn't really care who was spending gold, only that they kept spending it. The beer they brewed was pretty diabolical, a sharp-tasting mixture made by fermenting algae that clings to the edges of underground pools. Foul-smelling, foul-tasting, remarkably strong. So strong that you were already reeling in your seat by the second pint, you would've fallen off halfway through your third, had she not caught you.
May’Stra. She'd introduced herself as May'Stra. An old-fashioned deep elfin name, the kind that normally meant something, as opposed to how expats tended to name their children outside the empire. She can't have been that old fashioned herself, she caught you after all.
You drank together, you laughed together, you tried not to stare at the fact her humanoid torso ended in the thorax and abdomen of a huge spider. You knew little of the religion that shaped so much of the empire, partly by design, they kept few enough material exports and fewer still cultural. Either way, she was friendly enough. She seemed to hang on your words, letting you talk at length about your travels, buying you flagon after flagon of the strong, musty drink.
You knew you'd had too much when you started to almost enjoy it.
Getting to your feet was a struggle in and of itself. Staggering over to the stairs leading downwards into the rooms, architecture cut into the rock itself, was borderline impossible. By the time a familiar pair of blue-grey arms lifted you from the ground, hoisting you into a princess carry as your newfound friend skittered down the staircase.
She navigated easily, despite the narrow stairs. It made sense they'd design their architecture to allow those chosen by their deities to move easily. She also knew exactly where she was going. When you slurred out that she had walked straight past your room she simply cooed at you in her arms, the eight chitinous legs working to keep you moving quickly through the maze of corridors. Outrunning the torchlight, a gentle ruddy glow coming from subtle patterns on her skin. An ethereal glow around her like a halo, utterly failing to touch the rock walls around you
Assuming there were still walls.
Her movements were silent now. Gone was the steady click-clacking of slender spider legs on stone. She moved on as your eyes gradually acclimated to the gloom. You were in a cave, vast and vaulted. Was it natural? Stalactites clung to the ceiling, the longest of them plunging down around you, their surface marbles with growths of the glowing lichen.
“Welcome home, outlander” Her voice was unmistakable, but it wasn't the warm, welcoming voice you heard at the bar. It was colder now, with an edge of something approaching loathing “You are honoured, you will make a fine host. Now just hold still”
You looked up at her, eyes widening in a drunken horror as her face split open, unfolding to reveal a set of dripping fangs. You were too slow, too drunk, and much too afraid to dodge the bite.
The venom works fast. It keeps the victim alive, conscious even, but that's all. Once it enters the system, it floods the peripheral nervous system. Carefully tuned through magic or divine intervention, the heart continues to beat, the lungs continue to breathe, but for the next few hours the victim will be unable to move, wracked by spasms.
Of course, you hadn't set foot in a library for almost half a decade, and even then it was only to hire a wizard who knew something you didn't have time to learn yourself. So, when you began to twitch and spasm, ever muscle straining painfully against every other one, you did the only sensible thing.
You panicked.
The venom stopped you from opening your mouth to scream. The sound still echoed around the chamber, muffled by the rictus grin as you were passed from her arms to a pair of nimble pedipalps. The silk streaming from her spinarette, covering you in later after layer as you flipped end over end. By the time she was done, you were being lowered beneath the web on a thick rope, cigar-like, still straining against yourself. Still drunk, delirious from panic and exhaustion, your screams turned to whines, then sons, then silence as sleep overcame you.
She was upon you when you awoke. The cocoon of webbing opened up, strung across the web to make an impromptu platform. Your body once again yours, albeit pinned under a her thorax. You'd been totally stripped, naked as May’Stra looked down at you, clacking those inhuman fangs together, no longer feeling a need to hide her nature “How is my pet? Feeling better? Good.”
She didn't wait for you to answer. She didn't seem to care if you did or not. You could feel her abdomen descending towards you, her body twitching in anticipation “You get to be my pet, so full, so beloved”
Her legs pried yours open, the immense bulk of her form pressing against you, driving you into the layers of silk. You could squirm, but only a little. The fangs leering over you made it clear that doing so is a bad idea. You were able to move because she wanted it, not because she couldn't stop you.
Feet in the air, arms pinned, you awaited it. Whatever she had planned for you. She wasn't being forthcoming with details, murmuring to you about how privileged you are, how good of a pet you'll make, how good you'll look in a few weeks. Was she going to eat you or collar you? Maybe both? All you knew was, the longer she went, the softer she spoke, the more her spider half twitched and shifted. The web bounced under her. Every time it did, you felt something brushing against you. Something hard, jabbing into you.
A feeling like cold water washing down your spine. A stinger? Spiders don't have them, right? Though May’Stra wasn't really a spider, she was something else entirely. Maybe she did? Again and again, the protuberance jutting from her underside prodded into your flesh, more than hard enough to bruise the soft flesh of your thighs and crotch.
Her muttering was getting faster, a barely-murmured stream of consciousness. She wasn't even looking at you any more, hands kneading her tits as her bulbous hindquarters kept on poking at you. Pinned beneath her, forced to watch, you could feel yourself moistening. The humanoid half of her was beautiful, all soft curves and plush flesh, giving way so readily to her fingertips. She was giving you a show, whether she intended to or not. You blushed, not wanting to think about the butterflies in your belly. Trying not to notice how your juices were starting to leak out of you as you watched her turning into a whining, whimpering mess above you.
The thrusting rod struck true. Aided by your ample fluids, it sank into you. The air flew from your lungs as her weight slammed against your cervix. Half a tonne of spider-lady pressed into you, pinning you to the web, lodging her inside. She was a moaning, drooling wreck, too blissed-out to do anything but chase her orgasm. You were nothing more than a convenient hole, a warm, wet place for her to rut into. She didn't say that, didn't need to. Your widespread legs, the sound of your cunt being ravaged by her top-large pole, your tearful yips and helps. You were hers. Hers to do with as she pleased. You both knew it.
More and more she pushed down into you. You or the web. One would break first. Her thrusts were irregular, no rhyme or rhythm to them, only sheer animal instinct driving the pulsing abdomen down. The gossamer creaked beneath you, bending and stretching as the tough elastic material protested at the stress it was being put under. The sounds she made were neither elfish nor any of the tongues of men. Grunting and gasping, punctuated by sonorous moans as she bottomed out in you, straining the muscular ring of your cervix near breaking.
She was leaking into you. Thick mucous that seeped into the walls of your cunt. You could feel it coating you, strangely cool against the increasing heat of your depth. It was definitely drugged, dosed with muscle relaxants, opening you wider to accommodate her. Softening the hard wall at the back of your cunt, relaxing the entrance to your womb.
It worked too well.
In mere moments, the pain was gone. Moments more and she was deeper in you than any of your lovers had ever gone before. Her weight rested on you. Some part of her instinctively pinning your body down as more and more of the oozing slime deposited in your womb. It was going to your head now. The breath pressed from you, the drugs in her slick, sticky cum, your head spun as your own moaning joined hers. By the time the first of the golfball-sized eggs deposited into your womb, bonding on contact with the fertile lining, you were much too high to notice but for a satisfying stretch as more and more joined it. Each one landed deep within you, placed directly into your supplicant belly, sticking together with the drugged slime that kept you twitching and drooling.
You weren't a person any more. You were her pet. Beloved, honoured, round with her clutch.
Wow, this is the fourth year I’m running this event, can you believe it? Like last year, I got the prompt list out with plenty of time. One might even say it was early.
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