How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat
Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging
- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.
- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.
- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.
- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.
- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.
- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.
- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.
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Humans have been at war with each other for so long that your village decides to turn to the orcs. They'd managed to keep their clans virtually untouched by mankind. They were built like barbarians, had warrior spirits, and were much more advanced than human civilizations. Your village leader makes a deal with the chief of the nearest orc clan, in exchange for protection, his people will be nothing but helpful and at their mercy. But all the chief asks is that the humans try their best to assimilate and that the eligible take suitors if they can (orc numbers have begun to dwindle).
You didn’t expect to find yourself courted by an orc blacksmith.
You didn’t expect to find yourself anything but miserable, married to the highest bidder in this endless war of human kind.
But here you are, perched on a stool in the hot dim room of the blacksmiths forge.
He was a large orc with calloused and cut workman’s hands, bulging muscles flex with every slam of his hammer. Your core clenched tighter with every pang of the metal as your hungry eyes tracked him.
Your orc was the modest kind. He worked hard and still made the time to provide you pastries and iron figurines. He walked you to your tent each night asking for nothing more than your company as compensation.
He was so… different. You had expected to be taken against your will. But not this orc, not even this clan.
You could see now that you’d have to be the assertive one. He was so quiet, and kind. You’d have to put a stop to this modesty and take him for a quick tumble. Claim him for yourself. As your own.
The clanking of the forge ceased. You were tugged out of the salacious thoughts of what it would be like to take such a massive-
“For you” his voice was a deep velvety rumble. Kneeling before you he held an intricate and delicate dagger. Made for a human. Made for you.
“If you would have me… it’d be my honor to take care of you and to cherish you. Will you mar-“ your orc let out a surprised yelp as you threw all your weight into him. Toppling you both to the floor as you attacked him with kisses all over every green inch of his face. Right on to his tusks and full laughing lips.
You were going to be the best partner this orc could have asked for and you were going to prove it starting now.
Imagine being chosen to be the next queen in the orc kingdom. Out of all the possible suitors, the king himself chose you to be his bride. He stared at you across the room for so long you felt every inch of your body reacting to his presence. And when he smirked... You knew you'd be the next queen.
Nothing prepared you for the possessive way in which he stares at you every single second. He never let you out of sight. Nobody was allowed to get too close to you. Definitely nobody else could touch you in any way. His hands had to be the only touch you'd ever feel. But you weren't too mad about it, his possessive hands made up for every single second of touch-starvation you had in your life. His grip was always so possessive, touching you, teasing you, groping you... The orc king didn't care about who was watching. He only cared that you were his, and his alone.
He promised to get you a throne, something worthy of the prettiest human, of the queen of the orc kingdom... but it wasn't like he'd let you use it. He insisted on you sitting on his lap every single time, so he had easy access to every part of you.
At first, it was only some light caressing, but it rapidly escalated until his fingers inside of you were the most common thing in the castle. Seeing you bent over any possible surface with his dick deep inside of you was so normal nobody batted an eye anymore. Smelling his come on you became the norm. And opening your legs up to show out-border emissaries how pretty your pussy looked when leaking his come... Just some other queen's duty.
You loved being the queen of the orc kingdom.
Read more short stories like this one in this masterlist or more orc stories in this other one.
i love the idea of being a lover to one where you're his soft spot.
imagine the orc warlord with a terrifying reputation and feared across the lands being an absolute gentle giant only with you. he'd lean down whenever you try to talk to him, carry you with care as if you're a fragile porcelain vase and shamelessly accept your kisses in front of his men.
but everyone knows he's not so gentle behind the doors. that because he made sure that everyone knows you're claimed.
as soon as you close the doors, he'd carry you straight into your chambers and drop you down on the bed before climbing on top of you. he'd waste no time tearing your clothes away as he pinned both of your wrists above your head, admiring the view of you being under him. the massive size difference only riles him up more, mixed with the heat forming between your thighs that only made him more aroused.
spreading your legs apart with ease, he slowly eases into you as he's aware of how huge he is. even if you had done this multiple times, you still had a bit of trouble taking him fully. but hearing your moan of pleasure made him slammed right into you, earning a delighted scream out of you. his deep and hard strokes make your eyes rolled backwards as lips were hung slightly open, to which he'd shove two digits in as he pounds into your hole.
his large hand squeezing your throat is what made you come hard, shortly followed by a deep roar from him as he slam into you one last time before spilling inside of you. his cum eventually dripped out from your hole before he scoop some of them up and push it back inside of you, ensuring not a single drop wasted. though you know this is going to be a long night knowing his stamina, and your screams would eventually wake the entire settlement up.
no one in the village is brave enough to bring up what happened last night, and of course, your orc husband is not ashamed of what had happened last night... every night, actually. he'd continue to treat you gently in public, as no one but you know how deliciously rough can he be in bed.
im ovulating and I know you little freaks KNOW I am an orc girlie okay
and tonight's high thots have me DESPERATE to be bred by a fucking TANK of an orc ok??
a big, brutal fucker absolutely rut drunk coming home from the battlefield and dragging his little mate straight to bed
his weight pressing you deep into the furs, every inch of him heavy, hot, unstoppable, still a warlord even in bed as his tusked mouth drags against your throat as he snarls, hips slamming forward hard enough to rattle the frame beneath you
“mine,” he growls voice a rumble of thunder against your skin. “gonna put heirs in you till you’re round with me. till every bastard in this land sees whose owns you”
each thrust is another claim, brutal and deep, as if he were driving stakes into the ground to mark his territory. his hand spanns your belly possessively, pressing down to feel himself inside you, groaning like the proof of it alone was enough to undo him as you scream and gush around him
he wont stop when he spilled, the bastard doesn't even slow
he just grinds harder, chasing the next peak, desperate to pump more of himself into you. sweat dripping from his temples, tusks grazing your jaw as he kisses you almost tenderly, even as his body breaks you open again and again and again and again
and when his roar finally shakes the rafters, he collapses over you, massive chest heaving, lips dragging reverent along your temple. still buried deep, still twitching inside you, purring low in his throat in a sound of victory, of possession, of a beast who had conquered and would never let go
ya know what I'm sayin????
and all the gods help us when you DO finally get heavy with his babies
orc!husband fucking you from behind while you’re standing up and he’s got you pressed against the shower wall. he’s hitting the most insane spot inside of you that your knees almost buckle and he hefts you up into his arms, twists you around, and continues to piston you onto his cock like a doll!!!!!!
he’ll never pass up an opportunity to shower with you and this is the reason why. the water plus all the sweet your pussy leaks out makes it so easy to pin your front to the porcelain and slide in. pressing his body into yours, he angles his thrust until he can see a bulge in your stomach while you watch. chin tucked and whimpering out moans as it pokes through with each cram inside your hole.
he fucks you, mesmerized at how he can barely fit. how wide your lips stretch and cream around his girth, squelching with a gathering slick. the water hits against his back, and drips across his shoulders and belly with messy splashes. haloing around his skin of scars and green.
your husband grunts and pants through his tusks at how taut you squeeze along the veins on his cock, mumbling praises at how deep you’re letting his cock dig inside you. he holds your hips and clutches the skin, arms moving you wrap you up when your legs force you to go limp.
pulling out, the orc shushes your pitiful whines by spinning and lifting you into the air. it’s as if you weigh absolutely nothing to him as he hoists you until your back hits his middle, and his tip splits you open with a slow thrust once more. using an arm to hang from his neck, you feel like you’re floating.
his cock is hitting even deeper inside you now, and you can’t do anything about it except take him... jerking in his strong arms, planting slobbery kisses on his middle as he drags you up and down on his cock, stuffing you as full as you’ve ever felt in your life.
you come with a sob and he comes with a roar. his cum leaks out to mix with the water and swirl down the drain, which he lets out a small growl at. keeping his cock buried inside you, he holds you secure as he trudges you both to your bed. he bends into a fold until you plush against the mattress and hovers over your spent body, a tender hand pressing you into the bed as he picks up right where he left off.
“gonna fill you up right this time,” he grunts, already feeling the twitching of his balls that signal he’s already close again.
the feeling of him sloshing in and out of you draws loud noises from your lips, and you already know that he knows you’ll lose your mind if he stops. reading your thoughts without even trying, he pounds and fills you until you’re drooling and can barely breathe.
Chubby Orc Boyfriend who is so so loving and gentle when you’re not having sex. He loves braiding your hair, singing songs in his native language that you don’t know, but it makes you smile anyway. His hands, rough and calloused from years of war and hard labor turn to butter when he runs them over your body. He never misses an opportunity to show you how much he loves you.
But the second he’s inside you, he’s like a wild animal. Slamming into you without abandon, your human hole stretched obscenely around his massive cock. His fingers toying with your nipples until tears are streaming down your face. Your body is always littered with bruises from where he grips your waist too tightly, love bites and long, angry red welts form where his tusks scratch against your skin.
When he’s done, he collapses on top of you. His chubby stomach pressed against you and strong arms wrap around you, cradling you against him. He’d be back to murmuring how much he loves you, what a good spouse you are for always taking him so well.
** Do we want a part 2?? Inspired by an adult game demo I found on Steam, lol. Enjoy.
He hadn't expected a simple rescue mission to end up like this...
When the old man came barreling into the tavern, speaking incredulously about a group of goblins dragging you away, most didn't bat an eye.
His beloved daughter. Still in her prime. As beautiful as a winter sunrise was gone. Many patrons shrugged him off. Laughed at his cries.
The orc thought the man to be an old fool. No human in their right mind would've gotten in the faces of beasts, pleading for help. And offering every bit of silver to their name for your return? The old man's desperation was clear but nobody was willing to listen.
The orc sat alone. Hunched over the crooked wooden table in the far corner, where the light barely reached. He watched silently as the old man made his rounds. Pleading and flashing his lifes savings for everyone to see.
The orc scoffed at the man's incredibly pathetic behavior. He had seen enough.
He stood and let the heavy weight of his fist fall to the table. The impact sent the amber liquid from his tankard sloshing over the side and drooling down his knuckles. His bellowing voice cut the old man short.
"If ya know what's good for you, simmer down. And put away the coin."
Even with his slouch, he was easily three times the man's size.
The old man's hands tremored as he fumbled with the pouch at his belt. The silver rounds clinking against one another as he tied it back up tight.
"Have a seat."
The orc says settling back into the creaky wooden bench. The old man slid in across from him cowering down his shoulders.
"You're a damned fool, flaunting all that 'round here."
The old man stumbles over his words
"Please. My daughter. They've taken her. I’ll do anything. Just help me."
The orc slides his tankard across the table.
"Have a drink. Settle your nerves."
He eyes the old man's fidgety hands before flickering his gaze back up to his face.
The grey hair receding over the peak of his head, and the freckled skin neighboring his eyes, were telling of his age. If he had to guess, by the sun damage and dirty fingernails, the man was likely a farmer.
"Who's taken her?"
The orc asks curiously. Attempting to get the first coherent answer from the man since he first set foot in here.
"Goblins!"
The man says with a hushed voice of surprise. As if it would be hard for the orc to believe such a creature could exist. Perhaps it was more strange for a human.
"Where have they taken her? Do you know?"
The old man shakes his head.
"I couldn't say. I followed as far as I could but they're quick!"
“What do you expect anyone here to do with no lead?!”
He scoffed. The man looked defeated.
“Please. I just want to bring her home.”
The orc leans back thoughtfully. Despite how pitiful this was, the man was offering money. And the orc had nothing better to do. It could actually be quite fun knocking a few goblin heads together.
"All right. Imay have an idea."
The old man looked on hopefully. The grateful expression on his face now a replacement for his previous panic.
"I- I can pay. Anything you want take it all!"
As the old man pulled at the sack knotted to his hip the orc held up his hand.
His hand alone was large enough to grip the man's entire skull, and likely crush it with not much effort.
"Keep your silver. We'll talk payment when she's back on your doorstep."
…That really had been his intention going into it...
Help the man. Get a decent payout.
A simple job.
But when he'd tracked the goblins back to their nest, unsurprisingly, the cave was lined wall to wall with wooden cages and boards. Each one was wrapped with ropes to hold the young women they'd captured in vulnerable positions. open and ready to be bred.
He'd kept in his mind your description. The old man had done his best to give him every detail.
As he made his way through the row of cages, he'd thought it might be impossible to make you out of the group. But as soon as his eyes landed on your curved backside, your hair tousled and cheeks pink and puffy from crying, he knew in his gut you were the one he was sent for.
Blood flowed straight to his groin as he took in the view.
You were tied at the wrists to a wooden board. The wood was compacted into the dirt wall with steel nails. You were nude from head to toe. The back of your thighs glistened with a slick substance.
He could only imagine the sounds you'd made when the working goblins stopped at your cage. Pumping you full of their seed in hopes of filling you, round and taught, with their offspring. Furthering their invasive populations. He wanted nothing more than to be the one to coax those sounds from you.
The mere thought of another pair of hands touching you had his eyebrows knitting together furiously. Especially such small nimble fingers.
None of these greedy little men could ever satisfy you as much as he could.
The orc glances down at the large steel padlock holding the wooden bars of your cell closed. Imprisoning you here beneath the earth.
It really is unfair… Such a beautiful thing like you locked away. Diminished to nothing more than cattle. You didn't deserve this. He could give you what you deserved.
The orc thought hard for a plan.
He knew how to get you out of here. His pure, brute, strength alone was the only weapon he'd need to get past the workers and out of the nest. That was the easy part.
It was what hed’ have to tell your father after he got you safely to his own secluded home. The excuse as to why his lovely daughter wasn't back in her own bed, on her father’s farm as he'd promised.
He could hardly keep it together at the thought.
You didn't belong here with these Golbins. A loveless breeder used for a quick get off to mother their brood. It was a waste of your potential.
Instead, you would do tremendously with him. Living the rest of your days as a happy housewife. Mothering with his own kin. Your gentle hands working to cook him dinner, and tend to the little ones. Happy and glowing round with the next.
The way you would fill the space in his bed so nicely. The rest of his life hearing all your pretty sounds and gazing into those beautiful eyes.
His hands itched to squeeze at the softness of your hips, but he holds back. He will. Very soon.
All he had to do was get the chains off first...
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