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i want him to tie me up and fuck me in the woods so badly it’s not even funny— i want him to pin me down without asking and just take me, nobody could hear me yell for help anyways. goddd and then there’s the public aspect of it too… what if there’s people going on hikes? what if we’re caught? i’m so down bad at the thought of it
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We'd been dating for six months, and you couldn't be more in love. I was kind, caring, gentle and generous in the bedroom, emotionally mature, and had a successful career. I was even great with your two dogs! All which made you feel silly about the reason you were currently upset. We'd spend almost every evening together, and then once every month or so, I'd vanish for three days. I'd refuse to hang out, I'd go silent for entire nights. To make it even more maddening, it happened right at the peak of your ovulation. When you WANTED Me most, I was unavailable. you were beginning to think I was tracking your cycle and dodging you on purpose.
Which is why, against your normal better judgement, you were on your way to My apartment unannounced. you'd gotten to know the building supervisor and you were sure he'd let you in.
As you entered the apartment, it was immediately clear that something unusual was going on. The space was bare. Everything was put away out of sight. Decor, photos, dishes. Everything was packed away. There were padded mats hanging from all the walls, and they'd clearly seen better days. Torn and ripped in various spaces, it looked like someone had been practicing (poorly) with swords.
you spun around at the sound of My voice.
"princess, what are you doing here??" I hissed, panic rising in My throat. "you need to leave, now!"
you weren't going anywhere. you didn't know what was going on but we were in love and you were owed an explanation. you moved to Me, pulling Me close and kissing Me deeply. you told Me that whatever is going on, we'd get through it together if I just let you in. you felt My erection pressing against your thigh, and knew I was happy to see you, no matter what I was saying. you reached down to stroke it through My pants. I continued to plead with you to leave, but My heart was no longer in it as My primal urges started to take over. Formulating a new plan, I decided if I bed you quickly, maybe you'd be satisfied enough to leave and come back in the morning. I pulled you quickly to the bedroom.
you were in heaven. I was so much more aggressive and passionate today. you felt like I couldn't wait to get your clothes off and between that and ovulating you were HERE for it. I threw you into the bed and literally tore off your clothes. Where did that come from? I'd never shown that type of strength before. I was inside you. Unannounced, unprepared, and uncaring of your comfort. Holy shit, it was so fucking hot. you clawed at My...hairy? back. When did that happen? It was usually smooth...fuck, I was so deep and I felt so big. My mouth was buried in your neck and My thrusts were getting stronger. The gentle nibbles on your neck grew stronger, sharper, but you could barely process anything beyond the girth of My cock inside you. Was I getting...bigger? Not all of Me. Just a part...a bulge or a knot...? What the hell? It was so fierce and I was growling and holy shit you were riding the biggest orgasm you'd ever had. you arched your spine, threw your head back and pushed My chest away from yours as you screamed in ecstasy. I didn't stop. My thrusting became more frantic and animalistic. you opened your eyes to a...beast. Where your boyfriend had been on top of you, in you, now hovered a massive, hairy canine...thing. It grunted and growled as you squirmed and screamed before one final deep thrust was accompanied by a deep and resonating howl.
It turns out your ovulation isn't the only thing that runs on a 28 day cycle. So does the full moon.
And your new-kink-unlocked twisted ass is going back tomorrow night.
Primal König smut?!
All acts in this smut are consensual.
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The air in the cabin was too still.
Too quiet.
Too watched.
She’d been alone for hours—or at least, she thought she had. The sun had long since vanished, swallowed by thick mountain pines and a sky so black it made the windows look like mirrors. The power was out. The fire had gone low. And still… her skin tingled.
She wasn’t scared. Not really.
But her body? Her body knew.
It knew he was close.
She pressed her back to the wall, fingers gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, her breathing slow but shallow. The thick hoodie she wore felt suddenly too hot. Her bare thighs prickled. Somewhere out in the dark, the forest groaned—and then a twig snapped.
It wasn’t a deer.
It wasn’t the wind.
It was him.
She turned her head slowly toward the door. Locked. But it wouldn’t matter.
Nothing could keep him out when he was like this.
König had been patient.
Too patient.
Days of watching her move around the cabin. Watching her stretch, cook, bathe. Knowing what she was doing—what she was asking for—every time she lingered a little too long near the window, skin damp from the shower, mouth parted in boredom or expectation.
She wanted him to break.
And now?
Now she was going to pay for it.
He moved silently through the trees, massive frame melting into the shadows, blood humming with anticipation. His cock was already hard, aching in the tightness of his pants. His mask clung to his face like a second skin, catching the heat of his breath, feeding the beast in his chest.
He’d warned her.
Told her what would happen if she kept teasing.
Told her what he’d do once he finally stopped holding back.
Run, he’d said.
She didn’t.
Not yet.
But she would.
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The knock at the door was soft.
Too soft for someone his size.
Her stomach dropped. She didn’t breathe. Didn’t move.
A second knock. Slower. A scrape of something heavy along the wood.
“König,” she whispered, more to herself than anything. “Don’t.”
She didn’t mean it.
The silence that followed was louder than thunder.
And then—
CRACK.
The door burst open, splinters flying as the hinges snapped and König stepped through like a god from some old nightmare. All black. All muscle. Mask shadowed. Breath hard and uneven. He said nothing.
She ran.
She darted for the hallway, bare feet slapping against the wooden floor, heart crashing in her chest. She could hear him behind her—those heavy, deliberate steps. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to. He knew he’d catch her.
She rounded the corner and felt an arm like a steel beam wrap around her waist, dragging her backward with a grunt. She screamed—half-laugh, half-moan—as he threw her against the wall, body caging hers, heat pouring off him like fire.
“You made me wait,” he growled, voice thick and low and utterly feral. “You wanted this. Didn’t you, mädchen?”
Her breath caught. “Yes.”
“Then take it.”
He kissed her like he wanted to drown in her, teeth grazing her bottom lip before he bit it, hand already between her thighs, finding her slick and soaked.
“So wet,” he hissed. “You like being hunted.”
She whimpered when he yanked the hoodie up over her head, eyes devouring the curve of her breasts, the arch of her neck. His hand wrapped around her throat—not tight, just a warning—and he leaned down until their lips nearly touched.
“Next time,” he whispered, “run faster.”
Then he bent her over the table and shoved his pants down, no pretense, no gentleness, just the thick, heavy pressure of him pressing against her entrance—and thrusting in with one brutal, claiming stroke.
She cried out. He groaned.
And the beast inside him roared.
The stretch of him filled her to the edge of pain.
Not sharp—deep.
Slow, searing, perfect.
König didn’t move at first. Just stayed inside her, letting her adjust to his size, his heat, the weight of his hand on her back holding her down. She trembled, cheek pressed to the wood of the table, breathing ragged.
“I missed this cunt,” he growled in her ear, accent thicker now, voice hoarse with restraint. “Missed the way you fight it at first. Always so fucking tight.”
She whimpered.
He drew back an inch—then slammed back in. Hard. Unforgiving.
She cried out.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Scream for me.”
He set a brutal rhythm—hips snapping against her ass with a pace that made the table creak and the walls shake. One hand fisted in her hair, the other snaked around to rub her clit, rough fingers circling with ruthless precision.
Every thrust made her rise onto her toes.
Every breath came out a moan.
Every second, he pushed her closer to unraveling.
“You wanted me wild,” he gritted. “This is what that means. No mercy, liebling. Not tonight.”
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop—”
König barked a low, dark laugh. “You think I’m stopping before I breed you?”
He flipped her over in one smooth motion, lifting her like she weighed nothing and slamming her back onto the table. He tore the panties down her thighs and spread her wide, grabbing her knees and bending them back until she was helpless beneath him.
His cock slammed back inside—deeper this time, hitting her in places no one else ever had. Her nails raked down his back. She was shaking. Babbling.
“Already cockdrunk,” he sneered, watching her eyes roll. “You fucking love this.”
She did. God, she did.
Her orgasm hit like lightning—white-hot, shattering. She screamed, clenching around him, her whole body going tight and twitching. But König didn’t let up. He fucked her through it—relentless, punishing.
“Too much,” she gasped. “I—I can’t—”
“You will.” He grabbed her throat again, gently this time, thumb stroking her jaw. “One more. For me.”
And he didn’t even let her catch her breath.
He dragged her off the table, pushed her onto all fours on the floor, and took her again from behind—deeper, rougher, as if chasing something inside her. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the cabin. Her moans turned to sobs. Her body gave in.
And still—he didn’t come.
He was waiting.
She collapsed halfway through her second orgasm, legs shaking too hard to hold her up, face flushed and wet. König gathered her against his chest, sat on the floor with her in his lap, cock still hard and buried deep inside.
“You still want more,” he murmured, brushing the hair from her face.
She nodded, weakly. Barely conscious.
His smile under the mask was wicked. Satisfied. Starving.
“Then I’ll give it to you.”
He shifted, still fully seated inside her, and started moving again—slow, thick, grinding strokes that made her sob into his neck. Her pussy was so sensitive, her whole body trembling from aftershock, but he kept going.
She was already broken.
Now he would own her.
She didn’t know how long he kept going.
Time dissolved into a blur of pressure and heat—of trembling thighs and tear-slicked cheeks, of whispered curses in German and the low, possessive growl of a man gone entirely feral.
König was everywhere. Inside her. Around her. Under her skin.
He held her like she might disappear, wrapping those massive arms around her middle while he fucked her slow and deep from behind, their bodies slick with sweat. Every time she started to come down, he found a new way to push her back up—thumb on her clit, hand around her throat, teeth on her shoulder.
She was ruined. Shaking. Raw. And still, she whispered, “More.”
And he gave it.
God, he gave.
He shifted her into his lap again, thick thighs bracketing her hips, and let her ride him—his hands on her waist, guiding her, while he sat back against the wall and watched her fall apart.
“That’s it, bunny,” he murmured, voice low and strained. “Fuck yourself on it. Show me who you belong to.”
She whined—desperate, overstimulated—and moved her hips in tight circles, clenching around him. Her cunt was so swollen, so soaked, it made obscene sounds every time she sank back down. His cock throbbed inside her, thick and relentless, stretching her open again and again.
“König—” she gasped.
“I know.” He grabbed her jaw, made her look at him. “You feel full, ja?”
She nodded. Couldn’t speak.
“Gonna make you mine, liebling. For real this time.”
He surged up, catching her in his arms mid-thrust and flipping her onto her back—pressing her into the floor with the weight of his entire body, hips grinding against her clit as he started thrusting again, faster now, harder.
She was crying. Moaning. Saying his name like a prayer.
“Please—please, come—inside me—”
He growled like an animal.
“You want that? Want me to fucking breed you?”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
He snapped.
He slammed into her, once, twice, and on the third thrust he came with a roar, cock pulsing deep inside her as his hips locked against hers. She felt it—every drop—warm and thick and endless, spilling into her like she was made to take it.
König didn’t stop moving. He rocked into her slowly as he came, hand pressed over her belly like he needed to feel it, to mark her from the inside out.
“So good for me,” he rasped. “Took it all. Just like I knew you would.”
Her nails dug into his back. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist.
And finally—finally—the tension drained from his body.
He collapsed over her, heavy and warm, chest rising and falling like a man finally at peace.
They lay there in silence, bodies tangled, breath mingling. His cock still inside her. Her body still trembling.
Then, softly—
“I’ll never let anyone else touch you.”
She blinked up at him, dazed. “I don’t want anyone else.”
He cupped her cheek. Pressed his masked forehead to hers.
And just like that, the beast went quiet.
and what if we chased each other through the woods, running and hunting with the adrenaline of who will catch the other first? what if we fight and grunt and growl in each others faces, too overcome with the single desire to take and take and take? what if we bit and scratched at each other? what if we slammed each other down trying to force the other to submit? what if we fuck like it’s the only thing keeping the planet spinning? what then hm?
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Noa + Proximus x reader SMUT
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⚠️Language/sexual warning ⚠️
So... this is VERY new for me. This started as a drabble, but I got faaar too carried away, and it gets pretty intense... buuut hey, if you like to read Proximus taunting sweet little Noa until he slowly turns into a primal mess and you end up reading it. You're just as sick as I am! 🤭
Apes aren’t human but there aren’t many intelligent humans left and apes are the next best thing at this point. So when Proximus found you injured that day and took you in, you didn’t mind that in the end, he wanted you to service him, in fact, you were happy. But not long ago, a new younger chimp called Noa arrived into Proximus’ territory and you instantly felt a connection. You didn’t know why, but it seemed he did too.
One night, you and Noa got close. Too close. Your lips almost met whilst you were sat by the fire, his hands began to wander over your body, and his member began to show through his fur. He already felt so protective of you. He wanted you, but you were both rudely interrupted by one of the workers, and Proximus ended up finding out. He wasn’t all angry though, he had a plan.
Hey all! Got something new for you beautiful little prey animals out there. I have been getting a lot of interest on my recent post with the Prey designs. I even added some new animals by special request.
Mark yourself as prey for all the wonderful creatures to hunt you down and pin you. Or tag this at your fav prey animal ^w^
If you are interested please DM me. I do not currently have a site set up. I print these all by hand to ensure the best print quality. They are going for $30+ $15 shipping.
I appreciate all your support <3
Catching your sub after a long, tension-filled game of cat and mouse in the woods and fucking them hard into the cold ground while they cry and whine and claw at the dirt.
Fuck me on the forest floor and remind me of my place (please)
