Demon Boyfriend who’s convinced that he must be forgiven, because he has you sprawled out under him.
Every inch of you is Heaven. Forgiveness. Holiness. Absolution.
Sliding into your sopping wet pussy, drawing out a heavenly moan from your holy lips, only convinces him that he’s right. You are proof that sins, any sins, can be forgiven. Otherwise, Father would never give him as something as perfect as you.
Long, dark claws dig into the soft fat of your fleshy hips as he drags his cock along your velvet walls. Those perfect eyes filling with tears that make his chest tight.
“I love you. I love you,” you hiccup out in that sinless, broken voice. Tears sliding freely down your cheeks now as the confession makes his hips jerk against your cervix.
“I love you too, baby. Fuck,” he grunts, sweat beading along his forehead as his hips shudder against yours.
When he spills inside of you, that’s the nail in the coffin of his conviction. He was allowed to fill you. Father must have forgiven you, and your body, your acceptance, is proof that his sins have been absolved.
Yandere Naga was wandering around the forest, slithering with his 8ft tail as he was searching for something... Or someone. You see, yandere nagas name is actually Xeonis, but let's you call him Xeon for short. Apparently, he had been stalking you while you hunted in the forest! How rude...
You were a hunter! Living alone in the mountains just outside the forest, your nearest town and neighbor is a 10 minute walk but they still check on you often! But as you hunted recently you started noticing a big snake in the distance, surely a snake and not a naga! No, those are fictional! But one day it suddenly wasnt fictional... It was close, close enough to know your eyes weren't betraying you as a large anaconda naga. The man- or well naga was nicely built! mossy shoulder length hair, broad shoulders, dark skin... If only he was human! You're not about to go date a naga! How would that even work?! But he kept getting closer, and out of fear you're going to be prey, you stayed home the next few days rationing your latest hunt, a deer. As you look for a new home to move to... Except he noticed you weren't hunting..
“where is my little mouse? They've been balled into that home all day! What if they got hurt? Or are sick? I should be taking care of them, have they not noticed my attempts at being a good mate? Perhaps trying to leave me? I've been scaring those deer to them for hunt, so surely not!"
And on the third day, Xeon decided he needs to make sure his mouse is okay! So, at midnight he breaks into your home. Finding you sound asleep on your bed before wrapping you in your blanket like a burrito and placing you in his coiling tail as if a batch of eggs
“time to go home now, little mouse”
He softly coo'd before taking you to his cave deep in the woods, where you will never escape.
GN!human reader x M!werewolf mate
Celebrating Christmas with your werewolf husband for the first time.
-SFW, established relationship, domestic fluff, cheesy love story
WC:1,485
The remnants of the harvest feast still lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp scent of pine from the freshly cut tree standing proudly in the corner of the living room. You smiled as you moved the rest of the leftovers in the fridge.
Your heart full from the warmth of the recent celebration. Your werewolf mate had embraced the feast with enthusiasm, enjoying every moment of the human traditions.
Your mate, however, was not as at ease as he appeared. As he watched you hum a holiday tune while tidying up, his mind was elsewhere. The human winter holiday of Christmas was approaching, and with it, the full moon. The werewolf rituals of the winter solstice were deeply significant to him, but he feared they would clash with your Christmas traditions.
This was the first time celebrating during the winter solstice together. He knew how much this time meant to you, but there was also no way he could abandon his way of honoring. He didn’t want to spend the holiday apart, but it may have to be that way.
He paced near the fireplace, glancing at the calendar that was marked December 25th with a bright, festive sticker. His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to find the right words. How could he bring up his concerns without dampening your holiday spirit?
He walked over to you and gave you a loving kiss on the forehead before he stalked outside and ran into the woods. Running through the forest was how he cleared his mind. The cold winter air assaulted his lung as he raced between the trees and into the meadow. He sat in his special spot and tried to come up with a solution to his current predicament.
After what felt like hours of listening to the snowy wind, your werewolf mate gets up and slowly starts walking back to your shared cottage. He decided whatever made you happy is what he was going to do. If he had to miss out on the winter solstice rituals for one year, it wouldn’t kill him. You were his life now and he wanted to show you that.
You sat on the couch reading a book while sipping some warm tea while waiting for your mate to return. You knew sometimes he needed to get out. Sometimes he just needed to let the beast side of him be free. You didn’t mind, you thought it was hot and respectful. You hear the familiar sound of massive paw pads stepping onto the back porch and smile to yourself.
“Feel better, love?”, you asked while sipping your tea.
Your mate stood there in the doorway of the living room, watching you for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke.
"My mate…”, he began softly, "the harvest feast was wonderful, and I'm looking forward to this Christmas with you, but there's something I need to discuss with you about our plans”.
“What is it?”, you turned to him with a curious and loving expression on your face.
He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "my winter solstice celebration goes on the same time as Christmas, and it's a very important time for me to perform my moon rituals. I was worried about how we could celebrate both our traditions together. I figured we just might not be able to do that so I wanted to let you know that we can celebrate anything you want. I just want you to be happy."
Your eyes softened with understanding, and you took his hand in yours.
"My love, we'll find a way to make it work. Just like we’ve done with everything else. We'll create new traditions that blend both our worlds."
Relief washed over him as he realized you both were in this together, ready to face the challenge with open hearts and mutual respect.
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Snowflakes fell gracefully in the crisp December air, blanketing the small town in a shimmering coat of white. It was such a beautiful and peaceful scene. Inside the cozy cabin, twinkling lights adorned the Christmas tree, casting a warm, festive glow.
You stood by the window, gazing out at the winter wonderland, your heart swelling with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. This Christmas was going to be special.
You glanced over at the calendar, where you had marked the days leading up to Christmas with bright, cheerful stickers. For you, Christmas had always been a time of joy, tradition, and togetherness. You turned to look at your werewolf mate. He was meticulously arranging candles and crystals on a small altar by the fireplace.
These rituals were an essential part of who he was, deeply rooted in his werewolf heritage. The winter solstice, marked by the full moon, held profound significance for him. It was a time to honor his ancestors and connect with the natural world. You were hopeful about what you both had planned together for the big day. You leave him to his work and go make some hot chocolate.
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The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the snow covered branches, casting a serene light on you as you sat outside, enveloped in the tranquility of Christmas Eve. You both had found a beautiful compromise.
As the snow fell gently around you, you and your mate talked and laughed as you waited for midnight to perform the ritual. You wrapped your cloak around you tighter and snuggled up to the warm bundle of fur next to you.
You leaned against your werewolf, your eyelids growing heavy with the peace of the evening. With a tender smile, he held you close, his heart swelling with the quiet contentment of having you by his side tonight.
Midnight had approached, but you succumbed to sleep in his comforting embrace. Your mate gazed at you, the soft rise and fall of your breathing a soothing rhythm against the stillness of the night. He leaned slightly and performed his ritual on the insignia you helped him make. He sat there afterwards, his heart filled with so much love for you. He held you close while he enjoyed the moment just a little bit longer.
Eventually and carefully, he lifted and carried back to the warmth of the cottage. After putting you to bed, he made sure to put a couple extra logs on the fire. After that, he walked through the cottage and made sure all the presents were put out before sneaking back into bed with you.
Morning came and you awoke to heavenly smell. You realized you were alone in bed. You got out of bed and wrapped a blanket around you when you realized it was Christmas morning. You rushed into the living room and the sight you saw left you speechless.
Your werewolf husband had woken up early and made breakfast with the special seasonal coffee you like. He walked into the living room from the kitchen wearing his Christmas printed pajama pants holding two mugs of coffee. You looked at him, in your overly decorated home, and smiled brightly. What a perfect sight for Christmas morning.
Next was the joy of exchanging gifts. Laughter filled the air as you both unwrapped tokens of love and thoughtfulness. The day continued with a grand feast, a delightful blend of foods from both traditions, each bite a symbol of your united front. You both enjoyed a day of being merry and lazy together.
Later, as the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, your werewolf mate led you outside once more. He escorted you back to the spot in the meadow. You said you wanted to learn more about the rituals and he agreed. Once you sat down, your mate handed you something small wrapped in some leather.
You opened it and gasped at what you saw. You held up the gorgeous necklace to get a better look at the gem inside. It was a beautiful moonstone crystal that had a hint of green to it. You marveled at it, speechless.
“I chose the green hued one because it reminded me of the night we met. Here in the forest under the moonlight. I thank the goddess everyday for that chance encounter”, he whispered to you, bringing you in a tight embrace.
As the night continued on, he showed you the ancient winter solstice moon ritual. Your fingers intertwined around the gemstone necklace that sparkled in the moonlight. Together, you both performed the ritual, your eyes wide with wonder and appreciation for his culture.
In that moment, under the vast expanse of the winter sky, you and your mate found perfect harmony. The first Christmas together was more than a celebration. It was a testament to the love and beauty of embracing each other's traditions.
A/N: sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I’ve been so busy and had no energy at all. But all the exams are over now so I’ll have more time to write now yay! I threw this jumpscare story together for you, sorry if it sucks.
Anyway, let’s welcome bird boy to the club! ;)
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It was scary how much it resembled a human in some ways, yet you knew it definitely wasn't. From the moment you laid eyes on it, it was clear the creature was male. Which contradicted what you knew about it, for it wasn't the first time you had seen such a being. They were featured in a lot of myths, records of their appearance and power.
Harpy, that's what it was. At least, that's what you think. It was the closest you could come up with that resembled the bird-man you met. The upper body and head was human. He, the harpy, had a thick mane of tangled, dark hair. Due to all the exercises he must go through on a daily basis, his chest was well muscled and firm. If it were anyone else, you'd love to take a good look, but that was not the case.
His humanity ended there. On his back, sat a pair of large, strong wings. They too, were dark in colour. Legs did he not have either, not human ones at least. The bird feet had sharp talons that made you anxious whenever you looked at them, even though you knew he'd probably not use them against you.
And thank god you didn't have to see his private parts, that was thanks to the ruffled feathers covering the area. It would be a lot harder to handle him if he walked around with his bird dick hanging out.
This left the confusion, if he really was a harpy, then why did he appear so different. One, he was a male, which none of the harpies in the myths were, there they were all female. Also, he seemed more human like than them, physically that is. In the Greek stories, harpies are depicted as birds with the heads of women.
Crouching down and leaning against the cave wall, you try to avoid glancing at the approaching form. A coo left him, directed at you. You ignored it, there was no way you'd willingly indulge in its desire. When he received no reaction from you, he frowned, nudging you with his head.
When he had returned from his outing and noticed you weren't in the nest he'd created, his first thought was that you had fallen off the cliff connected to his cave in the tall mountain where he'd settled down. He was horrified at the image of you inching closer the the ledge, standing there and glancing down until suddenly the ground under you gave away and crumbled.
He shuddered. You would never have any reason to be scared as long as he is near, for he will do whatever it takes to protect you, his mate. His sweet, innocent mate. The male harpy had never seen someone like you before, but you were very similar to him. Except the wings and instead having those weird naked legs and arms, of course. How unpractical it was, having no wings.
There's no way you could fly like that! Maybe you were defected from birth? He felt sorry for you, you must have led a very hard life. Not being able to hunt for yourself or protect from predetors that wished ill intent upon you. Oh, dear. In the harpy world, should one of the chicks be weaker, it was inevitable the others wouldn't abandon them.
Not even those males you were with when he found you, showed any indication of protecting you. Unworthy, they were. They didn't deserve company from a female as lovely as you. He doesn't care about your defects,which is much more than he could say for the other males.
They were also strange looking with the same differences from him like you, but it didn't mean they should be allowed to slack of their responsibilities. He was glad he got rid of them. Now you could live with someone who actually knew how to take care of their partner.
"Stop it.." you whispered in defiance, wishing he would just let you be. Of course that would not happen.
The creature kept trying to usher you into the giant nest made from twigs. He always seemed the happiest when you were in it, you supposed it was some kind of instinct engraved in his bird-brain. You weren't dumb, you understood the signals and behaviours he was exhibiting.
The fond touches, protectiveness, trying to feed you, and the special dance he'd preform in front of you. You could see how he felt when you refused to move along with him. But why should you care about his feelings when he obviously had no regards for yours, if he did he would not have murdered your friends in cold blood.
You shrieked in surprise, the harpy lifted you up and was walking towards the bed made of natural elements. Gently, he set you down in it and you watched as he went and grabbed the dead carcass of a rabbit. It wasn’t there previously which meant he must have caught it recently, when he was out.
You frowned and pushed it away when he offered it to you. There was no chance you’d eat it, it was raw and you’d rather not catch anything. Then there was also a part of your pride you wished to protect, if you ate it meant giving in. Until now you had managed to avoid consuming anything he gave you. Although, you did eat when you absolutely had too, and in those cases it was fruits and nuts you still had in your backpack. But they were beginning to run out. You were grateful that you were able to keep your bag, when he first took you, what if he had thrown it out?
The male cawed at your defiance and entered the nest as well, placing himself behind you and pulling you into his lap. Protectively, he formed his wings around you, in the process making it slightly darker and harder to see. It was something he loved doing. Another one of his instincts you supposed. It made him feel like a worthy mate, someone who can protect you and provide. He ruffled his feathers in pleasure at the thought.
You winced as he dug into the flesh of the deceased animal, ripped out a bloody chunk and tried to make you eat it. “No, I don’t want that.” You said in a firm tone.
The harpy made multiple attempts, all failing of course. In the end, he leaned down, looking at you with a sad face while shaking you lightly, but you refused. He stared thoughtfully at the meat chunk for a while before gobbling it up himself.
Good, you thought and went on to ignore the male currently holding you previously. ‘At least he won’t pester me about it anymore’. However, you were deeply wrong about that.
It wasn’t long until weird sounds began erupting from him, you glanced back at him with suspicion. He was gagging and it hit you, he was going to throw up! You tried to pry his arms off you and escape to oncoming accident, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Let go of me! I’m not letting you puke all over me, you stupid bird!” You nearly wanted to throw up yourself at the thought.
You quickly looked away when he leaned over his hand and coughed up a slimy red substance into it. The meat he consumed earlier had been turned to a big mucky goo. It was the most disgusting thing you’d ever seen. But what almost made you faint was when he pushed it towards you.
“No, no, no, no!” You exclaimed in protest.
The male’s brows furrowed at your action and demonstrated an eating gesture with the chewed down flesh.
“Yes, I know you want me to have it but I must decline.” You simply wanted nothing to do with it, sadly he did not appear to understand that.
Having read bird relating books before, you also recognised this behaviour. It was called regurgitation and was when parents feed their chicks by partially digesting food from their own stomachs and then transfer it to their chicks.
The harpy male could not comprehend the reason why you did not eat his catch of the day. He could hear the sounds emitting from your stomach so you were obviously hungry, so why? In the beginning he thought that maybe you didn’t know how to eat it, so he decided to help you and rip off a piece. When you still didn’t do anything, he chose to help you further through first digesting the food in his stomach and then give it to you. Unfortunately you did not seem too happy about that, going as far as to reject his hold and try to flee to another part of the cave.
The whole thing made him incredibly pessimistic. He only wished to take care of you! The male had never had a mate before since harpies mate for life, and he didn’t know it would be so difficult to have one. He didn’t regret you or anything, but he couldn’t deny you were a little harder to care for. It wasn’t your fault, of course. The ones he blamed were your parents, they must have been horrible to you because you didn’t look like a normal harpy.
His blood boiled at the thought. However, that wouldn’t matter anymore, because he won’t let you be alone now that he is here.
When nightfall came, you were forcefully wrapped in his embrace again like he has done ever since he brought you to his home. You two were laying down in the nest, your back to his chest, one of his wings under you to create a more comfortable bedding and one wing over you for a blanket. One of the harpy’s feet was gripping your calf in a secure hold, hindering you from sneaking off. Although, his arms around your waist were a pretty good chackle too. You hated to admit it, but it was actually quite nice.
His feathers were softer on the inside of his wings and very warm. Because of the height you were at, there would sometimes be strong winds which caused you to freeze. Your kidnapper would then be your saviour. He would appear and cover you with his feathers to keeep you heated. You could see how much he enjoyed it when it happened. Not very surprising, really, since it was the only time you’d allow him close.
Oh how you wanted to wipe that smile off his face.
You've settled down with your mate, setting up a nice life after the end of the world. But there are new challenges in store, and you'll need to readjust to changes once again. This story is a continuation of this.
Content warning: this story contains depictions of pregnancy and mentions of physical transformation.
The season had started to take a cold turn again. This time, though, winter didn’t bring the same sickening sense of dread it had the year before. All I felt toward the change in seasons was a little irritation that I had to bundle up more on my trips to check my traps.
Over the past year, my camp had grown. With the help of my mate, I had extended its borders, bulking up the fence that protected it. My garden was far more successful, with neat rows that harbored as many plants as I could safely identify. A couple of trips into town had even garnered some potato, carrot, and tomato seeds, which I was thrilled about, the potatoes especially. I'd even managed to make something like French fries in the fall, which had nearly driven me to tears.
The presence of my mate had been an incredible boon too. He was strong enough to bolster the defenses, take down large animals on his own, and handle any monsters that came wandering too close. Not to mention that the company was nice. When I’d been trapped in my camp through the nastiest part of winter, his presence had been the only thing keeping me sane.
Admittedly, his presence wasn’t all positives. He ate a lot, mostly raw meat, and despite being able to talk, he often just resorted to grunts, chitters, and bodily shoving me in the direction he wanted me to go. If he decided he no longer wanted me to work that day, there was very little I could do about it. He would lie on top of me and I would be stuck.
That wasn’t usually common, but in the past few weeks, he had abruptly become much more stubborn about me doing pretty much anything.
“Is there something wrong with you?” I asked as he bodily blocked me from leaving the camp once more. “I need to go out at some point.”
He grunted and gave me a severe look with his solid green eyes. “No. Need to rest.”
“I’m not sick,” I told him. “I was vaguely nauseous two times last week, and it went away. Probably ate something bad. It’s happened a bunch of times and you’ve never been so fussy about it before.”
He reared out of his crouched position so he was towering over me, then crouched and nuzzled his face into the side of my neck. His tongue flicked against my skin. “Smell different,” he said.
I lifted his face out of my neck. “I smell different.”
He nodded. Without any further elaboration, he nudged me toward the tent again. “Go.”
There was no arguing with him. Huffing, I headed back to the tent and lay down. He fussed over me for a moment, making sure I was tucked in and warm, then loped off to check the traps for me.
Admittedly, I had been feeling slightly off recently. The nausea wasn’t anything too extraordinary; I was careful about washing food and boiling water, but sometimes a bug slipped through. What was odd was a persistent heaviness that hung over me like a weighted blanket. It was hard to get out of bed in the morning (well, harder than usual), and dragging myself through my chores felt more difficult than it ever had before, even when first starting out.
I didn’t even realize I was falling asleep until the return of my mate woke you. He slipped into the tent, carefully stepped over me, and nuzzled at my neck. I grunted. “Hey.”
“Eat.” He nudged me and I realized that he was holding a dead rabbit. It was pretty bloodless, but I pushed him toward the entrance of the tent regardless.
“Not in the tent,” I grunted. With a sigh, I pushed myself up. Despite the nap, that heaviness was still resting on my bones. He acquiesced to my demands, crawling out of the tent, and I followed him. The fire was guttering, so I marched over and poked at it.
He followed me. “Eat.”
“I’ll get something to eat,” I muttered. He nudged me with the rabbit. “We need to skin that first.” He never really caught on with needing to prep animals before eating them. He made a quiet rumbling noise in his chest.
The fire finally got back to a high enough level and I brushed the dirt off your hands. “Now. Uh, I think there’s some rabbit steaks I’ve been keeping, and they’re not going to be good much longer, so we can heat those up-”
My voice trailed off as your eyes landed on the rabbit he’d all but dropped on you. There was a red ring around its neck, dried blood crusting in its fur. Generally, I didn’t love the process of skinning and prepping the animals you killed. It was necessary, but it usually turned my stomach. Now, though… looking at that ring of red was making my mouth water. I was hungry. And the idea of sinking my teeth into that rabbit’s skin and gulping down massive chunks of rich, juicy, bloody meat…
It took me a moment to realize the rabbit was in my hand and halfway to my mouth. Another moment before I realized that I was drooling.
Fuck. I dropped the rabbit. It hit the dirt. Usually I’d be scrambling to grab it and clean it back off, but I didn’t trust myself to touch it again. I’d snapped out of it, but I could feel that hunger still in the back of my mind. The rabbit still looked good.
Something nudged my shoulder. I jumped. My mate leaned over me, offering me some cured meat in the palm of his hand. “Thanks,” I said as he grabbed the rabbit and took it for preparation. I chewed on one of the piece of jerky. It felt irritatingly gummy and dry in my mouth. Only pangs of hunger kept me eating it, and even then, it was unappealing.
My mate slouched back over and curled up next to me. His chin rested on my thigh. I ran my fingers through his hair, letting the inky black strands coil around my fingers. He nuzzled into my hand, a slow sigh escaping him. Warmth radiated from him, fending off the chilly night air. With a deep breath, I let my worries slump away. There was no point worrying. If there was anything surviving in the wilderness had taught me, it was to live in the moment. It was all we had.
That mentality lasted approximately one month, at least to my estimation. It was hard to tell the time, but keeping track of the lunar cycle at least gave me a general idea. The tiredness hadn’t lessened- if anything, it was getting worse. The nausea had faded, for the most part, though it would spike at the most random of things, from the smell of cooking meat to rotting leaves. The weird cravings kept coming back- I still managed to get all my meat cooked before eating it, but I always wanted to eat it unsettlingly rare.
My mate, apparently sensing my near-perpetual discomfort, clung to my side like moss. He curled around me, nipping and licking at my neck and face. When I went out to check my traps or tend to my garden or clean some of my carcasses, he would be there, laying his body against mine. He spoke less, but I could feel the anxiety hovering around him like a cloud. He seemed to constantly want to press close to me, and was only reassured he could see or feel me.
“What’s gotten into you?” I asked as he crawled halfway onto my lap. His head rested against my stomach, his ribs digging into my knee. He just sighed and nestled up against me.
“Protect you,” he murmured. “Protect our pack.” He rubbed his cheek against my stomach.
As he pressed himself against my stomach, a vague notion occurred to me. I didn’t look at your body all that much, not having a mirror or any real reason to examine myself closely. But I was aware that I was pretty thin, with very little in the way of fat- the starvation diet had shredded away any extra weight I’d once carried, and physical labor had kept it off. And yet, as my mate nuzzled against my stomach, I became aware that your middle was poking out a little. Now that I was paying attention, it looked a little incongruous against my skinny frame.
I stood, knocking my mate to the ground. He grumbled irritably, peering up at me as I prodded at my stomach. I had gained weight, but only in my stomach. That was odd- usually I gained weight in my legs and hips first. Then again, I had been eating more often- maybe I were bloated or-
An errant thought flitted across my mind and my blood ran cold. Impossible. That couldn’t be right. Yes, I’d been nauseated and tired, but wouldn’t it make more sense if I was sick? Maybe I’d eaten something bad? But it had been going on for a while. Perhaps too long for it to be a simple illness.
No. I couldn’t be. Certainly, I hadn’t had a period, but that had been spotty since I’d been on your own. Losing weight like I had usually stopped periods.
Except. I had gotten it a couple times. Almost six or seven months ago, I’d started bleeding again. My mate had fussed and cooed and been incredibly eager to pull me into the tent for some… intensive cuddling. Then, after a couple of months, it had stopped and I’d paid it no more mind.
Maybe I should have paid it a little more mind. Because there was no reason for it to have stopped. I hadn’t lost any weight and I’d been healthier than ever. The only reason it would have stopped is-
My blood had already run cold, but it was now ice in my veins.
My mate’s grumbling brought me back. He stood up to his full height and looked down into my face. He cocked his head to one side. “Are you alright?” His voice was soft, full of concern. I shook my head a little and his anxious rumbling grew louder.
When I didn’t move or respond to him anymore, he took my hand and tugged me back over to the tent. As soon as we were inside, he piled the blankets on top of me and nestled up close. He rumbled, solid green eyes fixed on me unblinkingly. I got the sense he was waiting for me to say something.
I licked your lips and took in a slow breath. My hands rested automatically on my stomach, mapping the surface. There was definitely a distinct bump. It still could be something else. A parasite, or illness. But those were far less likely than the most obvious reason, one that it would be useless to completely deny.
“Am I… pregnant?” I asked. My mate peered at me for a long moment. His head lifted, his strange chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths.
“Our child,” he murmured finally. He lowered his head to nuzzle against my stomach for a moment, then lifted his head again. “You bear the beginning of our pack.”
I swallowed hard. The coil of sickness in my stomach this time was from anxiety, not morning sickness. Pregnant. I hadn’t even considered it, not even when I’d been having sex with him. Why would I assume I could have children with him? But he had called me his mate. It made sense that he would want children with me. For some reason, I’d just never considered it as a possibility.
Sensing my discomfort, my mate nestled closer to my side. His warm breath tickled against my cheek and his arms wrapped around my waist, holding you close against him. “Safe,” he crooned into my hair. “You are safe here. I will protect you and our baby.”
“How long?” I asked. I had a guess, but I wanted to be sure. “How long have you known?”
He looked at me silently for a long moment. For a while, it had been hard to read his expressions. His solid green eyes made it hard to follow his gaze, and he was generally inexpressive. But I had enough practice to tell that he was concerned and a little confused. Had he thought I was aware?
“Several cycles,” he said finally. It hadn’t taken him long to adapt to my system of measuring time by the cycle of the moon. He never referred to them as ‘months’ though, always ‘cycles.’ He traced out five lines with his claws. “This many.”
“Five months,” I said. Or at least close to that. I folded your hands over my stomach. Five months and I’d had no idea. How long could I have gone without figuring it out?
My mate leaned closer, giving my face little kitten-licks and nuzzling his forehead against my cheek. “Unaware?” he asked, placing one of his hands over my stomach.
“I didn’t know,” I said. Whatever way he had of sensing that I was pregnant was totally lost on me. “How did you know?”
“Scent,” he said immediately. “Smell different. Good. But different.” He blinked at me, studying my face closely. “Thought you would smell it.”
“I don’t think humans have as strong a sense of smell as you do,” I said. My mate shifted his position again so that he was lying protectively over me.
“Was concerned,” he admitted, resting his head close to mine. “You were not nesting.”
“Nesting?” I repeated. He nodded. His antlers scraped against the bedding and he paused to ensure they weren’t going to catch on anything.
“I hunt and protect you,” he said. “You prepare for the baby. Create nest. Stay safe. Better for you and the baby.” He nuzzled at me more, making little crooning noises. “I care for you.”
“It makes me anxious to stop working like that,” I said. “Winter’s so close. We need to prepare.”
He licked my cheek, then returned to little kisses and nibbles. “I will care for you. You must rest.” He sat up a little so I could look into his face again. His expression was serious. “Our pack is precious. You are precious. You need to rest.” He lay back down and pulled me against him. My head fitted into the crook of his neck. I could feel the bare bones of his ribcage, the plant life curling delicately out of him. And the heaviness- it was so much. Wouldn’t it be nice to rest?
“Okay,” I murmured into his neck. “I’ll take a break.”
He said nothing more, but I felt the rumble of contentment that ran through him. His arms tightened around me, then relaxed. I felt him settle into sleep, still holding me against him as if I were something precious.
I rested my hands on my stomach. It felt no different than it had that morning, but my entire perspective had changed. There was a baby inside me. My baby. His baby. A child.
I had sort of wanted to be a mother someday. Before the end of the world, it had always been part of my eventual plans. But once the world had ended, I’d had bigger things to worry about. It had, more or less, been something I’d forgotten about, given up on. And now, without even trying or expecting, it had crept up on me.
I didn’t even realize that I were crying until my mate leaned up, woken from sleep, and began lapping at the salt on my cheek. He rumbled low in his chest, making soothing noises. His hands spanned my waist, tucking me securely against him. I leaned into his touch and into the waves of emotion that wracked my body. Joy and fear and sorrow and hope, all clashing painfully, swelling until my emotions strained against the edges of my being. My mate simply held me and crooned into my hair until my exhaustion overwhelmed my emotions and I fell into an uneasy sleep.
My mate hung around me for the next few days. He was reluctant to leave my side even to check the traps, but seemed even more unwilling to let me leave the camp. I made a couple token efforts to dismiss his worry, but really, I was glad to have him around. The idea of being pregnant kept hitting me over the head, stunning you at the worst moments. It was like I would forget it for a few minutes, then discover it all over again and go through those same complicated emotions. Having my mate near you helped steady me.
Gradually, I adjusted to the idea of being pregnant. It never stopped being strange, but the idea settled in my brain and it became just another part of my life. More of my time was spent in the camp, sometimes tending the garden or prepping food for the winter. My mate spent more time shoring up the camp’s barriers, and marked numerous trees with gouges from his claws. When he wasn’t hunting or reinforcing the boundaries, he was curled around me, nuzzling me protectively and cooing.
It was a month later when the restlessness started. My stomach was definitely starting to protrude- if I hadn’t figured out when I did, the change in my frame certainly would have tipped me off. The shift in my center of gravity made it more difficult to move, but something in the back of my mind needled at me to walk around, rearrange things. No matter how much I shifted my blankets, rearranged my food stores, even tore down and reset the tent, the nagging feeling that something was wrong wouldn’t leave.
That feeling was what drove me to go back into town. I hadn’t been in months. Generally, I tried to go sparingly. Areas that were previously civilized tended to house all kinds of monsters, and the risks often outweighed the potential rewards. But there was no denying that going to the town was becoming necessary. Not only did I feel I needed to look for something, but there were more practical concerns. If I was going to give birth, I needed medical supplies, more than the stuff I already had.
Unsurprisingly, my mate was not pleased by my decision.
“I will go. You stay,” he grumbled as I finished sliding some traveling food into my bag and swung it up onto my shoulders.
“No. You don’t know what you’re looking for.” He could speak English, but teaching him reading had been a slow go, and I wasn’t sure how much he knew about human medicine anyway. Admittedly, I wasn’t sure what I would need to give birth either, but I felt more confident in my abilities than his.
He rumbled in his chest. “Unsafe. You must stay here.” Despite his words, his tone wasn’t forceful. Apparently, he wasn’t very confident he was going to be able to convince me.
“I’m going. You can come with, or stay.” I shrugged. He rumbled again, but walked up to my side.
“With you,” he said. “Obviously.” Given the solid coloring of his eyes, it was hard to tell when he was rolling them, but I were pretty sure he was doing so.
“Great. Then let’s go- hey!” Before I could finish my sentence, he had swept me up in his arms. I was pressed against the curve of his ribcage, the little plants there tickling my skin. He rubbed his cheek against my forehead and made a purring noise.
“Faster. And safer,” he said. He gave a small lick to my forehead, then crouched and sprang. With a loping, bounding gait, he took off in the direction of the town.
Being carried was never the most comfortable experience for me, but now it was just exacerbating your nausea. It only took about fifteen minutes before I were scrambling to get down. He hovered nearby, crooning and stroking my back as I retched into some bushes.
His pace slowed considerably after that, but that meant we didn’t get to town until late in the afternoon. Our main goal, the pharmacy, was toward the middle of town, but I was reluctant to go into the town center so late. The town was always too active for my tastes at night.
There were a couple houses distant enough from one another to be safe. My mate checked them out first, despite his reluctance to be away from me. Once he returned, he indicated one of the houses as safer, and we made our way over there.
Naturally, all houses had been picked clean a long time ago, with any good food and meds completely gone. But there was still a mattress and a few blankets that no one had bothered to remove. I collected them, even picking out the best one to take home with us. Despite having a reasonably nice place to spend the night, though, I couldn’t get comfortable.
My mate grunted as I rolled over to rearrange my blankets for the umpteenth time. They had initially been over both of us in the normal way of blankets, but I’d slowly kicked and rearranged them into something more of a nest. I was snuggled up against my mate firmly enough that I was still warm, but the blankets surrounded me in a sort of barrier. Despite that, I kept feeling the urge to rearrange them in a specific but undefined way.
“Rest.” My mate’s voice breezed against the shell of my ear. I huffed, sinking against him. The feeling wasn’t as strong, but it prickled at the back of my mind enough to be an irritation. Only the weight of my mate holding me down kept me from getting back up and trying again.
My sleep was restless and even once the sun rose, I was bleary and yawning. Luckily, my mate was more than willing to carry me the rest of the way into town.
As soon as we headed into the more populated areas, my mate slowed and started keeping close to the buildings. He slunk in the shadows, ears pricked and nostrils twitching as he sniffed at the air.
“The pharmacy’s down that street, then two left turns,” I said, keeping your voice soft. He grunted, tucking me more securely against his chest, then began moving.
The pharmacy was in much the same shape it had been when I’d visited a while back. The windows were smashed in, empty packages scattered across the ground, and shelves knocked over. I tugged on my mate’s arm and he set me reluctantly on the ground.
“There might not be much left,” I said. “Hopefully there’s something. At least isopropyl alcohol.” I picked my way through the store to the medicine aisle.
I wasn’t entirely sure if the pharmacy had been ransacked by humans or if it had been ravaged by monsters. Probably both. There were gouges in the walls and shelves that certainly hadn’t been made by human hands, and quite a bit of packaging had been torn apart with no care for preserving the drugs inside. But there were also large blank spots on the shelves that seemed to track with what a desperate human would grab if they were trying to stock up in a hurry. It took some scrounging and asking my mate to shift some shelves before I found a bottle of disinfectant, some pain meds, and several rolls of bandages. They were a little grimy, but it was better than nothing.
Unfortunately, there was little else to work with. Most of the prescription stuff was unintelligible to me, and I wasn’t going to risk taking something without knowing proper dosage or even what it did. The alcohol was gone, because of course it was. Maybe it was for the best. No drinking while pregnant. Though the lack of isopropyl was upsetting.
Speaking of. I’d only been walking around for about an hour, but my back was twinging and my ankles hurt. Dammit. I sat down and rubbed at my ankle. It was swollen and red, straining against my sock.
My mate padded over, ears twitching frantically. There had been no sign of anything living except the two of us, but he was clearly still on edge. “Are we done?”
“Mostly,” I said. I shoved the items I’d gathered into my bag, wrestling with a bag of pads for a moment before I could get the zipper shut. Luckily, there had been some left, and it seemed prudent to grab them. “Did you see any food?”
He paused for a moment, then extended a hand toward me. In his palm lay a smushed-looking bag of chocolate chips.
My mouth dropped open. “Where did you even find these?” Chocolate! It had been so long since I’d had any chocolate. My mouth watered like a fountain.
“Under shelf,” he grunted, gesturing vaguely in the direction he’d come from. “Hidden.” He assessed my expression. “Good?”
I nodded. All I could taste on my tongue was chocolate. God, even the slightly shitty semi-sweet stuff would taste good. It was like the world had narrowed into a point and that point was the chocolate. Some rational part of my brain noted that I should probably wait, savor it, but that was completely overrun by the part that wanted. With my fingernails, I ripped into the package and started eating.
The taste was exquisite. Mind-boggling. So good. I swallowed it in massive mouthfuls, barely remembering to breathe or chew. It coated my tongue in thick sweetness, smeared on my fingers and lips.
My senses finally clicked back into place about halfway through the bag. Ah. The ferocious hunger had been replaced with a just-as-ferocious nausea. Right. Consuming a day’s worth of calories in about five minutes would do that, and it was probably more sugar than I’d eaten in a long, long while. And I hadn’t even checked the expiration date. Chocolate didn’t go bad, right?
A tongue slid over your cheek. My mate was nuzzled close to me, giving you soft, soothing licks. It did help, actually, and it helped more when he rubbed a hand over my stomach. “I think I overdid it,” I muttered. I shoved the chocolate into my bag before the desperate urge to just eat it all overtook me again. “We should probably get moving.”
It had been a pretty quick journey to get into town and to the pharmacy, but being nauseous made the trek back at least twice as long. I kept having to pause and take deep breaths to settle my stomach. Practically, it would have been better if I just let myself throw up and got over it, but some instinct made me hold it back. My mate didn’t complain, just licked comfortingly at me whenever I needed to stop.
Walking slowly meant I was getting a better look at my surroundings. Random garbage littered the street, most of it rotting or covered in dirt and plants. It had looked worse the last time I’d been in the town- now things were starting to be reclaimed by nature. Plants climbed the sides of the houses and overgrew any items left outside. Even a few animals crept around, looking at me and my mate cautiously when we passed.
It was as we headed back into the neighborhood that I saw it. Half falling out of a window, there was a massive fluffy blanket. My eyes went wide as soon as they landed on it. It was beautiful- a pale cream color, only slightly marred by dirt, and it was so thick and soft-looking. It would be perfect to curl up on, perfect to keep me warm, perfect for my nest-
The desire that thrummed through my body was inescapable. It was the thing that would soothe my restlessness. I couldn’t fight it; I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted that blanket.
My mate nudged me. His expression was questioning. I pointed to the blanket in explanation. “I need that.” Some very tiny part of my brain knew that it was ridiculous. It was just a blanket. But I needed it more than I’d ever needed anything in my entire life. It was mine, and mine alone, and I was going to have it.
My mate swung his head back and forth from the blanket to me. For a moment, I thought he was going to drag me away, exasperated by my demand. But he just made an affectionate huffing noise and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Sit close to house. Will be back.” He jumped, digging his claws into the side of the building and scrambled up toward the blanket.
I watched as he climbed the building and gave an experimental tug on the blanket. It appeared to be caught on something, because after a few tugs, he heaved himself further up and crawled in through the window.
A prickling feeling crawling along my spine and settled into the pit of my stomach. In that moment, I knew that something was about to go wrong.
About a second later, it did. My mate screeched, a high, keening noise that tore right into my soul and stopped my heart dead in my chest. Something else answered, something with a deep and terrible voice that vibrated the ground under my feet.
Seconds later, the window shattered as my mate was thrown backward out of it.
He twisted in midair and landed on his feet as nimbly as a cat. As soon as he was on the ground, he crouched in front of me, teeth bared. “Go! Hide!” he barked.
That deep snarling noise came again and the wall around the window bowed outward. The creature that leapt from the house was easily twice the size of my mate and hexapodal, with its two forelimbs lifted slightly off the ground. Grasping digits like primitive hands flexed and gripped at the air. Its face was nothing more than a twisting mass of teeth and jaws opening like slashes in its skin. The blanket I wanted was snarled around one of its forelimbs.
My mate sprang back, trying to shield me with his body. “Go!” At the sound of his voice, the creature twisted toward him and charged.
My mate grabbed me and sprang. Within seconds, he was ducking around the corner of the house. “Stay. Hide,” he said. He took a few steps away from me just as the creature barreled around the edge of the house and came for him.
Within seconds, my mate was lunging, twisting, lashing at the monster with his claws. It reared back, flinging one of its forelimbs. My mate dodged the first one, but the second one lanced across his side. He was thrown across the yard and landed in a crumpled heap.
“No!” The scream ripped itself out of my throat. Immediately, the monster’s head snapped toward me. It was larger than me and stronger than me and could rip me apart and I didn’t care. That thing had hurt my mate, wanted to hurt me, and it had my goddamn fluffy blanket. It was dead.
The monster charged. Without even a second to think, I dodged. Energy thrummed through my veins as I rolled away. My stomach made your motions ungainly, but there was a grace that I noticed hadn’t been present before. I dodged and dodged and danced back, avoiding its heavy swings. Bit by bit, I were leading it away from my mate. Where I was leading it to, I wasn’t sure. But my mind seethed with rage and all I wanted was to find some way to make it hurt.
One of the creature’s claws swung at me. I jumped out of the way and, acting on pure instinct, I lunged between its legs. Before it could recover, I rolled onto my back and slashed at its underbelly with my nails.
It shouldn’t have done anything. Guns barely hurt the damn things. My flimsy little nails should have broken against its hide. But my fingers caught on something and when I yanked, its skin tore. Black blood oozed over me as I scrambled out from under it.
Apparently, it hadn’t been expecting that either. It staggered, apparently stunned, then it whipped around. Its many mouths opened and, with a face of nothing but teeth, it charged.
There was an enraged screech and my mate barreled out of nowhere. The creature swayed in confusion as he landed on its back. His claws dug into it, ripping out chunks of fur. For a moment, they both scrambled to readjust. My mate recovered just a second faster. He lashed out, his claws scoring deep into the creature’s skin. For a second, he only scrabbled at the creature’s neck. Then his claws caught and he ripped a deep slash across its throat.
Black blood gushed out in a miniature waterfall. The creature staggered, stumbled, and sank to the ground. My mate was off it in an instant. He paused only to snag the blanket off the creature’s claws, then he scrambled over to me.
The blanket was around my shoulders in a second. My mate was kissing and licking every inch of me he could reach, nuzzling into me like he was trying to fuse with me. “Stupid,” he said. His voice was somewhere between a growl and a frightened moan. “So stupid, reckless, dangerous. Unsafe.”
“I’m okay,” I said. I was a little sore, but nothing had actually been damaged. Regardless, my mate took the opportunity to look me all over, focusing special attention on my stomach. Eventually, he was reassured that I was fine, he simply clung to me, brushing his cheek against the top of my head.
“Should have hid,” he said. He didn’t seem angry so much as fiercely relieved. There was a slight tremble in the arms that held me. “Could have been hurt.”
“I couldn’t leave you. It could have killed you. And I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t there.” He rumbled quietly, keeping me tucked against him. “I’m sorry I asked you to get this for me. It was stupid, I shouldn’t have asked for it-”
He made a soft hissing noise and shook his head. “No. You are nesting. Need material. I will provide it.” He tucked the blanket more securely around me. “We should return. You must rest.”
My mate hefted me up and took off in a loping run. As much as I tried to keep them open, my eyes drifted shut. Tucked safely in my mate’s arms, I fell asleep.
I woke as your mate set me down in the tent. He fussed with the blankets a little, trying to tuck all of them around me at once. “Sleep,” he murmured. “Rest.” I didn’t bother to fight him. Sighing, I nuzzled back into the blankets and fell asleep.
He was insistent that I stay in the camp for days after that. I wasn’t going to object. That bee in your bonnet about rearranging things had flared up once more and I couldn’t stop myself from sorting all my belongings until they were placed just so. My mate seemed pleased by this, praising and cooing at me when he returned.
“You are nesting,” he told me when I asked. “Preparing to birth. It is a good sign.” He pushed a large chunk of fatty meet toward me. “Eat.”
It was just barely cooked, the way I’d been eating all my meat lately. Almost raw, the way he ate his meat. Huh. And I had managed to claw that monster as easily as he had…
I swallowed. “I hurt that monster when we were fighting it. Like you.”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“I shouldn’t have been able to do it. Right? I’ve never been able to hurt them before.” He paused in his eating to fix me with his brilliant green eyes.
“You are like it. Like me, now,” he said. “We can harm one another. Though you are still smaller. Weaker. And pregnant. It is not safe.”
“I wasn’t about to go out and start a fight club,” I said. “What does that mean? Being like you?”
He stared at me blankly. It was the sort of look you’d give someone who asked how to call 911. That ‘isn’t it obvious?’ look. “Like me. Not like the other ones. The ones before.” He shifted his weight a little so he was leaning against me. “We are mates. You carry our child. We are like each other.”
I looked down at your hands, flexing my fingers. My nails did look darker than usual, jagged and sharpened. Maybe it was being pregnant, maybe it was just something that had been happening for a while. But I was different. Not quite human anymore.
Something inside me shifted. My hands jumped to my middle just in time to feel something press gently against the inside of my womb.
My mate stiffened. Wordlessly, I took one of his hands and guided it to the area where I’d felt the shift. He held still for a moment, then a delighted shudder ran through him as the baby kicked.
For some time, we sat curled together, feeling our child move. It was real. There was a little creature inside me, one that came from me and my mate and it would be the future of our pack and our home. A baby. Our baby. In the ruins of the old world, there would be a new one sprouting and growing like a new tree after a forest fire.
I didn’t realize you were crying again until my mate licked the tears from your cheeks. “Love you,” he murmured. “Love our child.” His hands stroked over my belly fondly, possessively. “Keep you safe. Protect you. Forever.”
“I love you,” I whispered. “Thank you for everything. I never thought I would have anyone else, but you’re here and our baby and- and-”
I was curled around him, an inseparable tangle of limbs. His face pressed against my neck. My arms locked around his back. Secure and safe and together. The world had ended, I was mated to a monster, and yet I’d never been happier.
For most of the next few months, I remained in the camp. My mate was never far away, always there in a moment if I needed anything. In the week leading up to the birth, he was nearly attached to my side, snarling at anything that posed even the slightest bit of a threat.
I had expected it to be terrible, but once the birth started, my mind went into an odd trance. By the time I came out of it, my mate was cradling our newborn.
It was so unbelievably tiny. Its torso and head were human, though its legs were digitigrade like its fathers. And its eyes were a perfect, solid green.
My mate purred furiously into your ear. “So wonderful. So perfect. Love you. Love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I whispered back. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I looked at my child and my mate. “I love both of you. So much.”
Curled in the warm embrace of my mate, with my child nestled against my chest, it was hard to imagine anything else that would give me the same sense of contentment.
Hey monster lov3rs (18+ Only!) || Monster erotica series
I found this self-published monster erotica author on Amazon, who has about 20 short stories (15K-20K words).
One of the premises of Blue’s series is a “mating season” where monsters can court humans. AHEM.
If you have Kindle Unlimited ($14.99, like Netflix for books) then the books are no-cost.
Link to book here (affiliate)
Description:
In the city of Deathfall, cold weather only means one thing. Mating season.
Olivia, a grad student, knows the odds of being chosen by one of the city's monster residents. It's a large city and there are hundreds of thousands of other women just like her. Despite her fascination with the fearsome creatures, she has to put the whole idea of being chosen out of her mind and focus on actual possibilities. That is, until she is face to face with one of the city's more monstrous citizens. Suddenly, the odds don't seem to be so against her.
Link to book here (affiliate)
Note: All stories feature heterosexual and cisgender characters (as I understand it).
I'm a short and very energetic guy who loves any kind of physical affection and I love orcs and werewolves. Nothing like cuddling with a bigass monster boyfriend
There’s a low rolling growl as you prod at the mass of muscular green skin. “It’s past noon,” you miss, lips fluttering into an easy smile, watching the sun skirt through half open curtain across He broad shoulder of your boyfriend. Maric gurgles something half asleeep, large palm raising to knock gently back against your chest.
“And?” His question leaves little room to argue, even as you start to bounce slightly on the bed. Knees pushing up against his spine with each shift. “And we should head out, go do something!” Already the idea of walking through the park comes to mind, wondering if you can convince him to let you ride on his back.
How much he seems to enjoy just carrying you around, even in bed laying down his frame seems to tower. How comically small the mattress seems, not that you ever mind, it’s just more of an excuse to snuggle.
He turns then, quicker than most would expect to wrap his arms around you, burying you in against his chest. Tusks just barely grazing near the top of your head, he opens one eye, how it always reminds you of liquid gold.
“Sleep first.” His fingers spread out against the base of your spine, nudging you that much closer. Who are you to argue? Head shifting to tuck in against his bicep, “Ok, ok five more minutes, then, walk!” He relents with a low chuckle that you swear curls your toes.
