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Tavern owner's daughter (curvy and maybe a little to flirtatious with their momsterous guests for her own good) is working the bar and attracts the interest of an Orc Warlord and his Lieutenant traveling home with their warband after a great victory. The Lieutenant lures her back to their camp for some proper celebration with the both of them. They obviously aren't gentle with their little prize, but she needs to tested before they breed a new warrior into her.
You're welcome to make this as dark or soft as you want. I just know you will deliver something devastating if you choose to use the idea either way. 🫶
The Orcs' Prize
Trigger Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, non-con, double penetration (vaginal and anal), forced breeding, humiliation, fingering, gagging, choking, cum inflation, size difference, orgasms, body examination, degradation, consensual at the end.
Summary: A flirtatious tavern owner's daughter catches the eye of an Orc Warlord and his Lieutenant. They lure her to their camp, strip her bare, and claim her as their breeding prize.
Thank you so much for the request, monster bestie! Love you loads and hope you enjoy, gorgeous!!!
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I knew better.
Papa warned me every single night before he trudged up the stairs to collapse into his bed. "Stop batting your lashes at them, girl. Those tusked bastards don't flirt—they take."
But gods, the way they filled the room. ORCS. Two of them, massive and sweat-slick from the road, their leather armor still crusted with someone else's blood. The Warlord—Azor, I heard his men call him—had thighs thicker than my waist and arms that could snap me like a twig. His Lieutenant, Drogash, stood a head shorter but twice as broad, with a scar splitting his right tusk and eyes like copper.
I swayed my hips when I brought their ale. Made sure my bodice gaped just enough to show the swell of my breasts. The Warlord's nostrils flared. The Lieutenant's tongue traced his bottom lip.
"You serve well, little thing," Azor rumbled. His massive hand closed around my wrist and pulled me closer. "Too well for this dung heap."
I laughed, breathless. "I serve where I'm needed."
Drogash leaned in, his heat washing over me. "You'll serve where we need you tonight."
They left coin—more than I'd seen in a month—and a whispered instruction: The eastern treeline. After last call.
I should have bolted the door and hidden in the cellar.
Instead, I tied my hair back, pulled on my sturdiest boots, and walked into the dark.
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Their camp sprawled between three massive oaks, torches sputtering in the damp air. A dozen other orcs lounged around a crackling fire, but when Azor raised his head from his tent, they scattered.
Mine, his eyes said. All of this is mine. And now, you.
I barely had time to draw breath before Drogash materialized behind me, his palm slapping over my mouth.
"You came," Azor said, stepping out of the tent. He'd shed his armor. Gods, he was bigger without it. His chest was broad, dark nipples standing out against olive-green skin, a trail of coarse hair vanishing beneath his belt. "Good. Strip."
I opened my mouth to protest, some flimsy tavern-girl joke about buying me dinner first, but Drogash's other hand was already ripping my bodice down the middle. Buttons scattered into the grass like seeds.
Rrrrip.
"Did I stutter?" Azor folded his arms, watching. His cock was already half-hard, a thick ridge pushing against his leathers. "Clothes. Off. Now."
They worked in tandem. Drogash shredded my skirt while Azor yanked my boots off one by one, tossing them into the darkness. My shift went next, torn over my head so fast the threads burned my ears. I stood there, naked and shivering.
"Look at that," Drogash breathed, stepping back to admire. His copper eyes traced every curve; my wide hips, the soft give of my belly, the way my breasts sat heavy and full without the bodice's support. "Soft. Round. Built for breeding."
Azor circled me like a wolf. He grabbed my chin, tilting my face toward the torchlight. "Good teeth. Good skin. Hair's a rat's nest but it'll do."
"Hey—" I started.
Drogash's thick fingers jammed between my lips before I could finish. Two of them. Calloused. Tasting of leather, salt, and something smokey. They pushed past my teeth, pressing down on my tongue until I chocked around them.
"You speak when we say," Azor said mildly, reaching out to cup my left breast. His palm covered the whole thing, fingers squeezing. My nipple pebbled against his rough skin. "Otherwise? You keep that mouth occupied. Understand?"
I tried to nod. Drogash's fingers slid deeper, nearly touching the back of my throat. Hnnngk.
"Good girl." Azor's thumb found my nipple, rolled it, pinched. A sharp spike of heat shot straight to my pussy. I hated how my thighs pressed together. "Drogash, look at these. Firm. Heavy. Her areolas are the size of my palms."
The Lieutenant leaned over, his free hand coming up to cup my right breast. He squeezed, kneaded, watched the way my flesh spilled between his fingers. "Nipples are dark. Sensitive too—see how she's shuddering?" Squeeze. "I bet she leaks when she's bred. Lots of milk for our sons."
Glllkk— I tried to speak around his fingers, to ask what the fuck they meant, but he just pushed deeper. My eyes watered.
Azor released my breast and dropped to his knees. His massive hands grabbed my thighs and yanked them apart, exposing everything; the dark thatch of hair at my mound, the glisten of my outer lips, the way my clit was already betraying me, peeking out from its hood.
Azor's thumb traced my outer lips, spreading them open. The night air hit my inner flesh and I gasped. "Look at this cunt, Drogash. Pretty and wet already. She's dripping and we haven't even started."
Squelch.
His thumb pushed inside. Just the first knuckle. My hips bucked involuntarily.
"There it is." The Warlord's grin showed teeth. "Eager little thing. You came out here hoping for this, didn't you? Wearing those tits on display, swaying your hips like a bitch in heat?"
"She knew what she was doing," Drogash agreed, pulling his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop. Spit dripped down my chin. He wiped it across my cheek. "She wanted to be caught."
"No—I just— ahhh—"
Azor shoved two fingers into my pussy without warning. My words dissolved into a strangled moan. He was thick, even his fingers, stretching me wide, curling up to press against that spongy spot inside that made my knees wobble.
"Deny it again and I'll gag you with my cock," he said pleasantly, pumping his fingers. Shlick shlick shlick. "Now. Let's see what else you're hiding."
His other hand slid lower, past my perineum, circling my asshole. I stiffened.
"Tight," he observed. "Has anyone been here, little human?"
"N-no—" Squelch. His thumb pressed against the rim, testing. "Please—"
"Please what? Please stop? Or please more?" Drogash had moved behind me, his chest pressing against my back. I felt his cock, fully hard now, digging into the small of my back through his leathers. His hands came around to cup my breasts again, squeezing in time with Azor's thrusts. "Because your cunt says more. Listen to it."
Shlick schlick SHLICK.
Gods, I could hear how wet I was. How embarrassingly wet. My juices coated Azor's hand, dripping down his wrist.
"I'm going to finger your ass now," Azor announced. "And you're going to take it. If you're lucky, you'll cum from just this. If you're not..." He grinned. "Well. We haven't even fucked you yet."
His thumb pressed harder, slicked with my own wetness, and pushed inside.
POP.
The stretch was intense. Not painful but so foreign, so full. I cried out, a high needy sound that Drogash swallowed by turning my head and shoving his tongue down my throat. He tasted of ale.
Azor worked his thumb in knuckle by knuckle, crooking it, spreading me open. At the same time, his other hand kept pumping my cunt, three fingers now, scissoring me wider.
"Look at this," he muttered to Drogash. "Two holes fingered and she's dripping. Imagine what she'll feel like with our cocks."
"Imagine what she'll look like carrying our young," Drogash growled against my mouth. "Belly swollen. Tits heavy with milk. Waddling around our camp while we decide which one of us bred her first."
"Pure heaven." Azor twisted his thumb inside me and I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me without warning. My pussy clenched around his fingers, my ass squeezed his thumb, and I wailed, loud and shameless, while Drogash bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I didn't want this. I didn't. But my body didn't care what I wanted. It just took—the pleasure, the stretch, the brutal ownership in their hands.
"There." Azor pulled his fingers out, watching my slick coat his knuckles. He sucked them clean one by one, never breaking eye contact. "Now you're ready."
Azor grabbed my hip and spun me around, lifting me in his arms, my breasts mushed against his chest. Suspended, I caught myself against him just as Drogash's body slammed into my back.
"No—I can't—both of you at once—"
"You can," Drogash said, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "And you will. We need to test your limits before we breed you properly."
I heard the sound of belts hitting the ground. The shush of leather. Then the heavy sound of their cocks springing free.
I looked down and my mind went blank.
Azog's cock was enormous. Thicker than my wrist, veined from base to tip, with a flared head that looked like it could split me in half. His balls hung heavy beneath, sac drawn tight with arousal.
"Don't stare too long," he rasped licking my neck. "You'll scare yourself."
Glancing behind me, I saw Drogash's cock. It was slightly longer, slightly thinner, but curved, hooked upward like a huge claw. He spat into his palm and slicked the length, watching my face.
Azor's hands tightened around my waist, lifting me slightly, positioning me so the head of his cock nudged my pussy. Just a kiss, just a taste. I hugged his shoulders, still sensitive from the orgasm, still clenching and fluttering.
"Breathe," he said.
Then he pushed.
Unnnnf—
I forgot how to breathe. Forgot my own name. There was just pressure, a stretching so intense I saw stars, and the sound of my own moan crawling out of my throat like a dying thing.
"Tight," Azor grunted, feeding more of his shaft into me inch by inch. "Gods, she's tight. Drogash—her ass—"
The Lieutenant didn't wait. He spread my cheeks and spat at my back hole, a thick glob of saliva landing on my pucker. And then his curved cock was there, pushing and pushing.
SQUELCH.
Double penetration. Both of them inside me. I couldn't—there wasn't room—every nerve ending in my body was screaming, overwhelmed.
"Breathe, little human," Drogash said, but his voice strained. "You're strangling my cock."
"Feels like she's trying to break mine off," Azor agreed through gritted teeth. But he kept pushing deeper, deeper, deeper, until he bottomed out. "Fuck. I'm in. All the way."
"Me too." Drogash's curved length scraped against Azor's through the thin wall of flesh between my holes. I could feel everything—every ridge, every vein, every twitch. "She's crying."
Was I? I touched my face and found wetness.
"She's fine." Azor pulled back an inch—just an inch—and slammed forward. SLAP. I sobbed. "She's ours. And she's going to take every fucking inch until we fill her up."
They found a rhythm like they'd done this a hundred times before. Azor pumping into my pussy, Drogash thrusting into my ass, both of them pushing and pulling, using me while I sobbed between them, suspended in the air by their cocks.
Slap slap slap slap.
Schlick schlick schlick.
"Sounds like a fucking swamp," Drogash laughed, his fingers digging into my hips. "Listen to that cunt. Listen to that ass. They're begging for our cum."
I looked down at my belly and gods, I could see them. Two bulges moving under my skin, one from the front, one from the back, pushing my stomach out like I was already pregnant.
"Look at that," Azor growled, noticing my stare. "Look at how we fill you. You were made for this, made to be stuffed with orc cock, made to carry orc young. Your little human body knows it."
"N-no— haaah —I'm not—"
"You are." Drogash's hand snaked around, fingers finding my clit. He rubbed in rough circles, too fast. "And you're already close again. I can feel you clenching."
He was right. That wonderful pressure was building again, deeper this time, spreading from my core to my limbs until even my toes were curling in the air.
"Going to cum," I gasped. "Please—I don't want to—can't stop it—"
"Then don't," Azor said, and bit my shoulder. Hard.
That was it.
I came screaming, my whole body convulsing, my pussy and ass milking their cocks in rhythmic pulses. Azor roared. Drogash hissed through his teeth. And together, they emptied themselves inside me.
I felt Azor's seed first, jet after jet of cum in my core. Then Drogash's, deeper, filling my ass until it dripped down my thighs. They kept pumping, kept thrusting, kept breeding me while I hung there limp and sobbing.
"Mine," Azor breathed against my neck. "Ours. And you're going to swell with our sons before the moon changes."
They pulled out.
Switched.
Azor withdrew from my pussy with a wet schlick, his cock still half and glistening with mixed fluids. Drogash pulled out of my ass, leaving me gaping and empty.
"Let's change," Azor commanded. I was too weak to protest as I was scooped in Drogash waiting arms. Azor moved behind me.
"Wait—not—again—both—"
"We're not done," Azor said, lifting me up by the backs of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around Drogash's waist on instinct. "We breed you again."
Drogash embraced me, kissing me softly ad his curved cock prodded against my soaking cunt. Azor's massive shaft nudged my asshole, still slick with the Lieutenant's cum.
"Ready?" Drogash asked—not me, but Azor.
"Always."
They pushed in together.
I sobbed. Yes, I did. That was me. That was my voice breaking apart.
This angle was still so intense. Drogash's curved length hooked perfectly against my G-spot, while Azor's thickness filled my ass, deeper than before. I could feel both of them through my belly, two columns of flesh, stretching me past any limit I'd ever known.
"Her mouth," Azor grunted, fucking up into my ass with short, brutal thrusts. "Stop her screaming before she brings the whole camp."
Drogash's fingers—three of them this time—shoved past my lips. I gllk'd and hurked around them, my throat working uselessly as he fucked my mouth with his hand in time with his cock.
"That's it," he groaned, watching tears and spit run down my chin. "Choke on it. Choke on us."
Slap slap SLAP.
Squelch squirt squelch.
Every thrust pushed air out of my lungs. Every withdrawal pulled moans from my throat that got muffled around Drogash's knuckles.
"She's crying again," Azor said, licking the tears off my cheek. "Good. Means she feels it."
"I feel it," I managed around Drogash's fingers. "I feel— mmph —both of you—so deep—"
"Deep as we need to be." Azor's hand pressed against my lower belly, feeling his own cock move inside me. "Feel that, Drogash? She's so full she's bulging. Imagine what she'll look like in a few months. Carrying our babe, maybe. Our son fighting for space in that little human womb."
"Or a daughter," Drogash said, pulling his fingers from my mouth—finally—so he could watch my face as he fucked me. "Daughters breed more warriors."
"Either way." Azor's thrusts sped up, losing rhythm, losing control. "Either way, she's ours. We'll keep her, fill her and fill her until her body remembers nothing else."
I was close again. So close. The third orgasm built faster than the others, sharper.
"Come with us," Azor commanded. "Come on our cocks while we paint your holes."
I couldn't stop it. Didn't even try this time.
I came apart with a wail that Drogash swallowed with his mouth, kissing me brutally as my pussy clenched around him and my ass squeezed Azor. They followed right after: Azor's cock pulsed deep in my bowels, and Drogash's shaft twitched and flooded my pussy with another load.
Hot. So hot. So much cum. I could feel it spreading, filling every empty space inside me, leaking out around their cocks. They held me there, impaled and overflowing, as the fire crackled and the night birds went silent.
"Rest," Azor said finally, voice gentle. "You'll need your strength."
"For what?" I whispered.
Drogash grinned. "For the next round, little one. We're not leaving this camp until you're definitely pregnant."
"And after that?" I should have been terrified. Maybe I was. But my body was already stirring again, desiring them despite everything.
"After that," Azor said, pulling out, letting his cum spill down my thighs, "we take you home. Our home."
Drogash drew back too, his cum gushing out. "And then we breed you. Again and again."
can you do the chubby orc husband again??? but we are surprising him with pregnancy and he takes care of us? and lots of smut?
Oh we love him 🥰 And I haven't written him in awhile!
Chubby Orc Husband who catches you crying in the bathroom, holding the pregnancy test in your shaking hand.
"What's wrong, beloved?" he asked, crouching in front of you. Only needing one hand to cup both of yours, and the test.
"It's positive," you hiccupped. Hands trembling.
He was nearly vibrating with excitement, but he saw the nervousness on your face, so he tried to swallow his own feelings down. "How do you feel about that?"
"I'm scared," you admitted. Tears finally falling. Every hair on his body stood on edge, but before he could ask what you wanted to do, you looked up at him, smiling shakily, "but at least I get to do this with you."
"You want to keep it?" he asked. Eyes searching your face. You nodded. Immediately he scooped you up into his arms. Laughing warm and heartily. "We're going to have an orcling!"
"You're going to be a Papa!" you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. The pee stick dangling from your fingers in a way that made him laugh again.
Of course, after that you aren't allowed to lift a finger. Even if you liked your job before, no. Every time you try to leave, he whined like an abandoned pup. Ears flicked back against his head.
"Beloved, why are you leaving? The stress of work is bad for the orcling. Stay home. Let me take care of you."
"Baby, I need to go to work. We need the money," you chuckled, placing a hand on your stomach.
The implication he couldn't provide for you and his child stung his orc pride. He was a strong orc! He could take care of you!
As a reminder, when you got home from work that night, he scooped you up in his arms. Tossing your legs over his shoulders. Dragging your cunt up to his face to mouth at you through the fabric of your pants.
"Hubby," you mewled. Fingers knotting in his hair to steady yourself while he walked you to the bedroom.
"I can take care of you, beloved. Let me show you," he murmured as he gave a small nip at your cunt. Making you squeal.
As he ate you out, he squatted repeatedly, showing you that he was strong. Not to mention the motion was a dizzying sensation you couldn't have anticipated. After all, for a long bit of it, he was holding you up with one arm so he could strip you of your lower clothing. Discarding your pants and panties so his fat tongue could finally, blissfully, make contact with your bare, swollen flesh. A testament to his strength.
His fat tongue probed at your hole. Teasing it open further. Your eyes crossed. Lips parted slightly.
As you were on the cusp of a blissful falling apart, he stopped. Drawing a furious whimper from your lips.
"Knees hurtin', Wifey. Let me sit down," he huffed out a chuckle as he settled on the bed. Back to the headboard to adjust himself.
Another groan passed your lips but luckily, he dragged down his sweat pants to free his cock. Already dripping precum. Throbbing and pulsing. Your cunt was drooling almost as much as your lips at the sight of it. Nestling you onto his cock, he bounced you lazily. Not letting you do any work.
His large hands wrapped around your waist, guiding you up and down as he bucked his hips up into you. Leaning you forward slightly so you could rest against his soft, chubby stomach as he stretched your sloppy cunt. Sure, you missed how rough he could be, but he would never do anything to hurt his little bundle of love growing inside your delicate body. You'd have to wait until you had the baby, and healed, before he would ruin you again.
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For over a decade you've worked on the very small medical team for The Pitts, an underground fighting ring allowing monsters and humans into the ropes. The endless stream of broken bones, blood soaked clothes, and blistering, scorched flesh was, for lack of better words, a comfortable monotony. Beaten bodies come in, you clean, dress, or set them and the monster or human goes to sign up for another fight. That monotony only broken up by the occasional corpse getting rolled in, unusual as the refs made efforts to prevent the fights going that far, but not unheard of.
You didn't realize how fragile that monotony was. Until it was broken by a golden, company pen you didn't care to keep.
You didn't give a second thought to off-handing the ridiculously weighted pen to the orc who had been staring it down the entire time you ticked at his chart. Rookie move for someone who'd worked around monsters for so long. Everyone knows orcs love gold.
Now you have a seven and a half foot orc who seems to need your medical expertise from the moment he steps into the building.
Like right now. "Weird that I can never find the source of the bleeding," you comment with just a hint of accusation as you clean the blood along Kuhren's temple. He's so big, even sat on the examination table you need a step stool for full access to his head. Though you were sure you hadn't positioned the stool to leave you between the orcs thighs. You could just move it back to the side, but this angle makes checking both sides of his head much easier.
You didn't complain at the increase in Kuhren's visits, and you don't complain now as his large hands rest against the expanse of your hips. "I heal quick," his usual excuse, you're certain is a lie. "The examination room is booked for another twenty-seven minutes."
'Room' was a bit generous for the small, curtain partitioned space that left them maybe fifty feet from one of the other healers. Still, that's how you find yourself bent over your own exam table, one of those big hands wrapped tight around your mouth to muffle your moans, Kuhren dragging his heavy length out to the tip before slowly plunging back into your soaked walls.
When you desperately grind back, trying to make him speed up Kuhren rewards you with with his spare hand tugging roughly at your nipples before pawing at the soft flesh, the hand at your mouth used to arch you up for him. "You're so wet Baby. If I go faster everyone's going to hear this sweet pussy." You can't stop the way you clench down on the thick cock stuffed inside you, and Kuhren notices just how his words effect you. "You like that dirty girl?"
You squirm with need, hips bucking desperately, obscene noises slowly getting louder as he gives into your body's needs. Kuhren rests his free arm across your upper back, effectively pinning you to the crinkling bed paper beneath. In your ear he breaths, "you better fucking cum before someone hears and comes to stop me." Then his hips are snapping into you with deafening smacks.
I read a book once about a woman and an Orc, at one point she couldn't hold any food down but she would drink his cum. And it was so much and so full of protein it helped.
As crazy and unrealistic as that is, I do think about it a lot and how hot it would be to be soo reliant on my husband and his cum. I find it hot and so amazing to be any kind of submissive with my husband, it is absolute craving that I have nonstop. I want to serve him in any and all ways.
When I told him about this crazy little scene, he and I laughed and giggled and moved on, but sometimes he would feed me his cock and say I need my protein. I like that it also stuck with him and knows how much I love swallowing every drop. I would hate to waste my much needed nutrition.
Paring: : Centaur, Orc, Werewolf , dragon, husbands x female human reader.
Warnings: : double penetration, oral, dub con, public sex, nipple clamps, chains, size differences, breeding, knotting (I’m new to that concept) possessiveness, werewolf husband and reader have children together ♡
A/N: I know centaurs were asked so I’ll deliver! Ask: Can you do a monster fanfiction where the reader is the jealous one?
ORC
Maybe the intense summer heat was an excuse for couples to get naked and take a cool dip in the lake near the village. Orcs were shameless, well, in human standards they were. Nudity and sex weren’t taboo, no one ever shied away from a good time, especially on special occasions such as the annual summer festival. At first, when you moved in with your husband after journeying around multiple cities and towns, you were quite surprised at how carefree orc culture truly was. Even after being married for almost half a decade you still try to at least salvage what was left of your dignity and wear a swimsuit at events like these. Your husband never took things too far, always respecting your wishes to keep your sex life private, but you never really wanted to admit the whole thing did turn you on… maybe you were still too square. Normally you would sit on the edge of the lake by your husband while eating food cooked from the fair. It was common for neighboring orcs, humans and other monsters to show up to celebrate with alcohol and food to cool off. The event was huge, a phenomenon where creatures from across the globe could get along for a few days to celebrate the summer.
It took awhile for you to get ready today, normally you’d go to the lake with your husband, but you just couldn’t find your bathing suit for the life of you. You looked everywhere, in the bathroom, under the bed, in your closet, only to find all of your swimsuits untidy and thrown into the laundry basket near the window. You could have cleaned one up..but that would take forever, you’re sure you’d probably miss the whole festival. So, you decide to go outside with a long towel wrapped around your body. You found it in the bathroom in a panic, dust and lint curled onto the ruffled fabric. It seemed like it was in top notch condition to hold you up for a while.. maybe you’ll just go home early tonight after eating with your husband and friends.
The festival was as expected, loud and overly crowded with couples, friends and distant strangers roaming around. You couldn’t see your husband anywhere, which was shocking since he was relatively pretty huge, even for orc standards. You find your way through countless nude pairs, going to a food stand with your husband's favorite dish. You wait in line awkwardly, fumbling to keep your pesky towel on as it slips past your breast occasionally. You got two plates of the food, a sweet surprise since your husband always buys your meal at these fairs. You just hoped he hadn’t helped himself to the food before you got there, otherwise you’d have to eat this huge plate on your own.
The lake was crowded, orcs and other monsters cramped in small groups and spaced apart. You looked for your husband across the endless stream of creatures, tumbling and turning in grassy hills so you could secure your place by his side. You spot the large outline of him, a big orc with a large wide back and long raven locks of hair spread on his muscular back. You wanted to surprise him, sneak up against him before you got in the water. You hurry behind a large bush, watching as he relaxes his shoulders and closes his eyes, perfect, you had thought. This was the perfect time to jump out at him—
“Hi there, handsome.” You stumble on the ground, landing hard on the bushy floor, a tall woman, a pink succubus with light pink hair stands besides your husband, she’s nude, most people here are.. and damn did she look good.
You knew your husband was a handsome orc, no matter the species you were always a bit insecure about your place as his wife when others looked at him. “What are you doing all by yourself? Want some company?” A few more women appeared behind the tall succubus, all beautiful and nude as they towered over your husband as he sat silently in the water.
You could only hear the distant sounds of the chattering crowd behind you and a few crickets chirping by your bare feet. You watched as your husband took a sip of his large drink in hand, his chest heaving before he finally spoke. “Come out, I know you’re there, I can smell you.”
You stiffen, legs going numb from embarrassment and fear. You were terrified to walk out there.. let those women see you, let them judge you, let them believe he deserved better than this small human thing.
“Who.. what are you talking about?” The pink woman in front places a hand on her hip, looking around the dark forest. Carefully, you stand up, two paper plates in hand as you stare them down.
“Ah, I knew it,” the woman scrunched her face. “I thought I smelt human flesh from here.”
“Is she your maid?” Another woman asks
Your body burns from embarrassment, and anger, you always doubted yourself as your husband's wife. He was the chief after all, and you were only human. Maybe they were right.
“Speak ill of my wife again, wench, and I’ll cut your damn head off.”
Your husband stood up, walking over to your side. His body looked chiseled, water droplets oozing down his large chest. You all couldn’t help but stare in awe.
“Come here, let’s find another place to sit.” He lifts you up, taking the paper plates out of your hand in one swoop. He treads through the water, strong muscular legs swaying easily as he carries you to a public area filled with orcs and a few humans.
You lay into his chest once he sits down, heaving body shuttering as you cry. He immediately lifts your face with his large hand, placing the plates of food off to the side. His stern expression made you feel self conscious, weak, and all you wanted to do was hide yourself away. Drown yourself in the water.
“Look at me, wife.” He hugs your smaller frame to him before lifting you up to kiss your trembling lips. “You are stronger than them. Ignore it, it’s beneath you. They are beneath you.”
He nuzzles himself into your neck, hot breath drying the tears that fall to your chest.
In an act of courage , you grab his shoulders, thrusting yourself up so you can taste his salty tongue. Your towel is gone in an instant, flowing and forgotten in the dark water.
He holds your hip, large hand already pumping and tugging his thick green cock.
You slip him inside your pulsing hole, thrusting your hips violently against him. Water splashed around you, made waves soaking your upper back.
“That’s it..” he panted out, the two of you had drawn out quite a crowd. “Take me, take what’s yours.”
You scratch into his chest, fingernails gripping on for dear life as you claim him. “Let them see that we belong together.”
Your breath was heavy, legs trembling around his thick waist when he pumps up into you from below. “Fuck..I’ll never get tired of you, ever.” He moaned out loudly, not caring if anyone was looking. He needed to get rid of all those impulsive thoughts rotting his pretty wife’s mind.
CENTAUR
“Where are you going now?”
Your feet stomp down next to a bush of soft puffy flowers at the edge of the forest as you storm away from your husband who’s putting little to no effort to follow your footsteps as he slowly trots behind you. You were heated, angry, and each time your mind trailed back to that small moment at the local shops an hour ago you wanted to hit yourself. You both had just gone to shop for some ingredients for dinner, that was all, but of course knowing you, you ended up getting completely sidetracked by sideshow snacks.
You wanted to taste it all, and being the good man your husband was, he happily obliged carrying around all the snacks you could grab in a bag on his strong back. You took everything , candies, baked goods, savory dishes and drinks alike, after eating so many delicious things nature called, and you had to run to the bathroom, leaving your husband to wait at the tailor shop. You were only gone a few minutes, the walk between the two places wasn't that long despite the large crowds of various people and monsters roaming around. You were ready to head back home with your husband, you were sure his wallet would thank you after he spoiled you with treats. It was quite a surprise when you came back to see your husband being fitted for a suit, the woman taking his measurements was so close to him, flirting off his ear as she complimented his strong physique.
It was true that your husband was a looker. A centaur who’d turn heads no matter the creature. He was a big soft giant, long black curly hair, alluring sharp eyes, a muscular body and a surprisingly sweet smile.
“Hey,” your husband grabs your wrist, a nice gentle but firm tug to pull you into his chest. “What’s wrong ? Are you upset with me?”
“You’d rather walk today? I can carry you on my bac—“
“No need to worry about me. You seemed to find nice company with that saleswoman at the tailor shop just fine. Why don’t you go ask her how she’s feeling?” A passive aggressive smile perked on your lips as you try your best to pull away, but your husband doesn’t let up. He holds you, a concerned glint in his eye before he hesitantly speaks
“The tailor shop saleswoman? What about her?”
You roll your eyes “I’ve known human males to be quite clueless but I expected better from you.”
“Excuse me!?—“
You yank your hand away, this time actually succeeding. Taking the chance to use your husband’s visible confusion as an opportunity to leave, you turn around to go, and your feet betray you. Shocker. His grip was far too strong for you, and the force when you pulled away hauled you to the ground in a split second. Luckily the warm puffy flowers cushioned your fall. You rub your side, moaning in pain and embarrassment before your husband walks over. You thought he’d ask if you were ok, but when you finally met his gaze you couldn’t help but gulp down your breath.
“You want to question my loyalty, girl? Is that it?”
He flips you over with his front leg, a soft nudge that rolls you onto your belly. “You need me to fuck you at the edge of the forest? Prove to everyone that I’m yours? Hah—“ your husband laughs bitterly, his large body towering over your own. “I thought it was obvious I was spoken for, but since you say otherwise I’ll happily oblige showing you off.”
“Lift up your dress.”
“Let me claim you again since you’ve forgotten my vows.”
Your legs go numb in fright, your usually gentle husband was puffing clouds of air out his flared nostrils as he hovered over you completely. His chest heaved with anger, a solemn expression merging on his features as waited for you to turn around. Perhaps your anger was a bit foolish to someone who devoted himself to the very dirt you walked on. Wasn’t it?
“Maybe I was being a bit unreasonable—“ you began, throat clumping up with spit, your warm body fidgeting from embarrassment when you see the outline of your husband's large cock rise from under his tummy, you wanted to retract what you said, run away, but where could hide against someone as fast as he was?
“..” your usual ebb of jokes couldn’t soothe your husband, being accused of infidelity was a serious allegation, and what kind of man would he be letting those thoughts dwell in your pretty little head.
You weren’t sure how you got like this, but minutes of rough kisses over your bruised lips and neck were enough to coax you onto a large rock, your husband happily maneuvering over you, front muscular legs leaning against stone as he rubbed the head of his cock near your entrance. You were lucky, centaurs' natural magic with their respective mates were strong enough to give you the will power to overcome that aching stretch, even though you’ve felt him in your guts ever since you both met each other. But he was angry, a new side from him that you’ve never seen before, would he punish you for questioning his loyalty?
“Do you feel that?” Your pussy squelched underneath him, his cock dragging deliciously inside until his tip laid a few inches in. He was bullying you. Your prediction was admirably accurate. He buries himself, tip melting your insides as it massages you till it pressed firmly to your cervix. Your puffy wet folds were spread concerningly wide around your husband’s cock, miking him just how you were supposed to “I was made for you” he rasped, and if you could see the look in his eye when he finally bottomed out it’d be downright animalistic, a euphoria that only you can summon.
“I’m sorry—“ you whine, fingers desperately clawing into the curve of the large rock for stability to no avail..he pumps himself up, strong legs holding his massive size so he doesn’t crush you. He was mad, but all he wanted to do was prove how loyal he was…
“You should be…do you think I’d go that low as to cheat on you?” He rasps, hips not letting up as he slams into you, your pussy gaping around his length as thin lines of your arousal drips down your thighs..you hoped to the gods no one nearby saw you getting railed viciously by your husband. “This pussy belongs to me..” he hums, slamming against you “don’t want anyone else..” you gag when he rolls his hips, lips stained with drool when his cock rubs against the sensitive surface of your insides.
“And I’ll fuck you all night until you understand that.”
WEREWOLF
It was common for your husband to be more jealous than you. You were supposed to be the level headed one, the person who’d set him straight if he got too out of hand, and now here you are, walking away from your husband's tournament like a child. Werewolves were known for having annual tournaments in the summer, different packs would come together and compete against each other for sport. The most popular game consisted of fighting, but there were other sports like swimming and track races for those who wanted to avoid being involved toe to toe with a werewolf stronger than them. You were human, and luckily for you (well, if you’ll consider it lucky) you were thereby exempted from most games besides the track race. Not that you could out run a werewolf anyway…
You were always supportive of your husband’s interests in fighting, you’d happily cheer him on in the stands with his family and your children. You’d normally let your father and mother in laws have their time with the kids while you both walked around the fair and ate together, but this year you couldn’t even stand to look at him. You knew your husband had a lot of close friends in different packs, and you were always happy to see him connect with his old friends after being apart for so long, but nothing could have prepared you when you met his childhood best friend. She was beautiful, a tall werewolf with moxie, she was overly confident, very sweet and perplexingly strong..and while you had no problem with her at all, the closeness from your husband and his excitement once he saw her made you feel extremely insecure. You tried to sit things out, cheer him on as usual, but you felt like a third wheel in your own marriage when you compared yourself to her. She was flexible with your husband, a strong personality that’d make anyone around her comfortable. They seemed so compatible that it made you feel sick.
“You look a bit off,” your mother in law sits by you, fuzzy hand wrapping around your shoulder as you stare blankly onto the field where your husband was talking with his childhood friend. “What’s the matter?”
You snap your eyelids shut, finally coming to after watching the game with a numb stiff expression. You smile shyly, still too afraid to voice yourself in fear of being ridiculed. “Lai,” you admit, “She’s getting along with my husband really well, am I wrong for feeling insecure?”
“She’s super nice though,” you retorted, trying to lighten your former bitter words. “I just feel… jealous?”
Your mother in law silently looks at you, then towards her son on the field, she ticks her tongue, teeth baring in annoyance.
You both watch as your husband tussles on the ground with Lai, their laughter playfully echoing throughout the forest as it mixes in with the loud crowd of werewolves practicing around them.
“Look,” your mother in law begins, her fuzzy arm offering you a bit of comfort to lean into. “My son, no, my sons were never really the bright types.”
You smile sweetly at her light joke, noting how her eyes crinkle up when she sees your tension fade away. “He’s not the brightest, none of them are. But, I do know that the fool does love you, he can’t stop talking about you. A little rough play is normal between our kind, they’re just friends, nothing more.”
“I don’t know mom,” your brother in law chimes in, a slab of meat drooling out his lips. He was obviously eavesdropping into your semi private conversation. “I always thought that they’d end up together, Lai did have some pretty strong feelings for him back then, yeah? They match each other really well.”
Oh.
Ok.
Ouch.
Your mother in law snaps her head at her son, teeth baring. Taking the chance to leave the awkward situation, you timidly stand, scooting away from your heaving in laws as you make your way back to your home. You won’t embarrass yourself any further tonight…
You were so close to your home, you wanted to get as far away from your husband as possible, even more so away from your stupid brother-in-law. Most of the family accepted you when you married your husband, except him. And you were sure it was because you weren’t one of them… interspecies relationships were still a bit taboo after all.
“Hey— wait up,” the distant call of your husband’s voice rings out in the woods, you could feel him getting dangerously close, so you stop, not wanting him to tackle you to the ground.
“What?” You turn to him, bitter tearful drops of your sorrow and jealousy finally pooling over your waterlines. Your husband stops in his tracks in front of you.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Why’d you leave?” He’s quick to pull you into his fuzzy heaving chest, he had run after you for quite a bit.
“I’m fine…” you rub your puffy cheeks, trying to pull away from your husband, but he cages you in his strong arms.
“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing—“
“It doesn’t look like nothing, baby, talk to me.”
You twist in his arms, tripping the both of you onto the ground. He pounces on you, large body heaving as he stares you down.
You both tussle around, his strong hands gripping your wrist.
“Lai, you two are close!” You breathlessly yell, pushing at his chest to get him off you, but he stays, wide eyes finally opening in surprise at your honesty “Even your brother thinks she’s a perfect match for you, so why don’t you leave me alone and go back to her?”
Your husband silently observed you, his normally cheerful eyes now filled with wistful regret. He runs a clawed hand over your cheek, coughing up the awkward dryness from his throat before he speaks.
“I’m sorry.”
He licks up your neck, nuzzling apologetically under your chin, his tail hangs below his legs, eyes filled with pages worth of guilt. “I haven’t seen her in years, we grew up together as pups, but I should have known better than to rough house with her like that. We’re not kids anymore..besides,” your husband finally stands, lifting you up in his strong arms before flailing you over his shoulder. “I already have the perfect wife, I don’t want anyone else but you.”
“I should have been more aware of how my actions might make you feel..”
Your neck has never been more bruised than tonight. Your husband had called his dad, giving him the ok to keep the kids for the night, tonight, he wanted to ravish you whole. He spent hours kissing and licking over your trembling body, his sharp teeth gnawing into your precious skin to leave his mark. He made sure to rub his body all over you, he needed to merge your scents together. He already smelt like you, but for the sake of both your peace of mind, he’ll drown himself in you tonight.
“M’sorry,” he’d mumble repeatedly against your breast, teeth tugging your sensitive nipple as he fucked himself into you at an alarming speed that made you both gag for fresh air. His cock was always a stretch, and you never learned your lesson so you had to suffer the familiar delicious sting of each inch apologetically working you open. Your husband couldn’t be any more apologetic, he kissed all over your face, warm slippery tongue rolling over the beaded tears that flooded down your cheeks. He loved the salty taste of you, loved tasting anything you had to offer.
“Gonna fucking fill you up again—”
He huffs, growling lowly near your throat to keep you in place when you start to squirm under his heavy weight. “I’d never replace you—ever you’re mine… you’re always gonna be mine—“ his teeth dig firmly, but carefully in your throat as he pumps himself up into you. Your legs were too weak to even wrap around him at this point as you laid helplessly underneath him.
“You want my scent, yeah?” He breathlessly chained himself to you with his legs when you squeezed around him tight “I’ll give you another one of my pups, since you want to show me off some more..” he puffed his chest, curling your legs up and over his shoulders so he could fuck you at a better angle. “I’ll never get tired of you, ever.”
“I’m yours.”
DRAGON
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“No I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Can you leave me alone? Thanks.”
You were on top of your husband's large exotic pile of gold, a lifelong collection that pales in comparison to his greatest treasure (his wife). Or so he’d say.
“How can I leave you alone when you’re acting reckless? Come down.” Your husband growls slowly under his breath, smoke from his nostrils flailing up as he circles you from below.
You childishly stick out your tongue, holding in a sharp laugh when you see your husband's nose flare from anger.
“You’re acting foolish,” he barks, loud booming voice shaking your makeshift throne of gold “what kind of woman gets jealous over jewelry!?”
“When I went shopping yesterday morning, do you know who I came across?” You twirl a large golden crown around your wrist, smiling at your husband's vivid irritation, he stops circling you, waiting for you to finish “I came across a fortune teller, I gave her two gold coins to read my future and she gave me a really nice reading about our marriage.”
“Hold on.” Your husband’s wings lower, he rubs his thick browline, hot air puffing underneath him. “You’re telling me, you’re jealous and angry at me over a phony side show fortune teller? You know those things are scams right?”
“I don’t think so, how’d she know I was mated and wed to a dragon?” You huff back at him
“Oh I have no idea, maybe because you walk away in the forest everyday and leave riding on my damn back!”
“She told me,” you happily continue, smiling giddily when you cut him off “dragons trade their mates for their gold. That gold and jewels are worth more than me to you, so, I’m tarnishing it before you rid yourself of me.”
….
…
“You’re an idiotic fool—“ he snarls out after an awkward long minute of silence.
“Oh screw you—“ you hurl a jewel at his head, body tipsy and turning as you fumble on the top of hard gold. You fall in a second off the shaky tower, it’s a long fall, it’s questionable how a tiny thing as yourself got to the top anyhow. Your husband flies under you, swooping you up in his strong arms in an instant.
He holds you tight against him until you both reach the warm cave grounds, an awkward silence lingering before he pins you to the cave wall, large warm body pressing against your tummy and chest
“You believe in tasteless myths. You should know by now that us dragons cherish our mates. From how much I spoil you,” he hissed
“Do I seem cold hearted to you?” He pushes impossibly close to you, a teasing glint in his eye when you return the same energy
“You are pretty rash, maybe you should prove yourself, hm? Tussle up a few of your prized possessions for me.”
“You don’t want me to be angry with you all day, right?”
You never knew your husband as the type who would own such provocative jewelry, but you’d be surprised how much is buried under piles and piles of this lifetime of treasure. Cute little gold nipple clamps, leaving your breast at his mercy to tug and pull on with the cute golden chain in the middle.
“When did you find this, and what were you even planning on using these for before marrying me— and mhh—“ he surprises you once more by wrapping a small gag across your lips, it tasted bitter and metallic.
“I don’t mind breaking some old gold chain if it means I get to see you like this,” he lets you sit on his large lap, straddling yourself steady to him before he lets you take control over his cock. He wanted everything to be fair, let you yank and pull at his gold if it’ll make you happy, so he lets you put a chain around his neck.
He lets you curve around him, short human legs barely snug around his thick frame. He lets you tease him, he loves when you boss him around, so, he challenges you to pull his neck hard, collective hungry eyes watching as you lower yourself down onto his flared iridescent cock. He lets out a loud purr when you finally sink down on him, your wet folds warm and spread on him, heated goo of arousal pooling to his heaving stomach.
“You’re still upset with me?” He blinks under you, eyelids on the brink of closing.
“Hmm,” you hum, “maybe you should make it up to me a bit more.”
A/N: I don’t understand how I have a breeding kink but I don’t want to get pregnant lmao
