Ghost bf craves more than anything to taste the nectar that gushes from your folds whenever he brings you to orgasm. The fact that he can’t ingest anything that’s not on his physical plane slowly brings him to feel as if he is dying all over again. Your essence so close and yet unreachable.
He refuses to give up, pumping load after load into your sloppy wet cunt. He grits his teeth, staring at the wet sheets under you in envy. The way they so easily soak up your glorious release. He doesn’t stop as he fucks his cock into you, watching you arch off the bed like a woman possessed.
His hand makes contact with your clit and you jolt, pleasurable goosebumps trailing down your legs. Your body seizes, exploding around his ghost cock just as he releases another hefty load inside of you.
Your bf doesn’t hesitate to slip out of you, leaving you to hiss at the faint stinging sensation. Your pussy fluttering closed now that his invisible length left you. His hands push against your soft thighs and you see them spreading wider in what appears to be all on their own.
A moan rips out of you, a much smaller pressure gliding between your puffy lips. Your ghost bf laps at your pussy, his spirit aching for just one taste of your sweetness.
“Wait…” you croak out, legs shaking. This being the umpteenth time he’s repeated this cycle, giving you an idea what of what he wants and is not getting.
When you don’t feel what you assume is his tongue a moment later, you weakly rise onto your elbows. Despite being spent, pleasure swirls in your gut as you watch his spectral-cum ooze out of you.
Reaching down you whimper at the sparks of over sensitivity as you move your fingers through your folds in small circles, mixing your release with his. Your breathing picks up, the sight more erotic than you can admit. But you can feel yourself growing wetter and you can only imagine your bfs smug expression.
“That should work, right?” You ask into your seemingly empty bedroom, not expecting an answer as always.
A moment later you feel that pressure return, a gasp escaping your lips. Your bf slowly licks at your combined cum. His own musk crashes into his tastebuds and for a moment that’s all he tastes. But then, as if the door to the afterlife has finally been opened he tastes the most heavenly flavor as it coats his tongue.
Ghost bf moans, the sound moving through the wind and sending a shiver up your spine. You chuckle lightly but you quickly choke on it as your bf returns full force, happily slobbering up every last drop of cum he can find. His cock already prepped to do this all again.
(Heavy Smut ✨️ 9k ✨️ M!Lizard Monster x F!Reader) -previous story here
Warnings/Themes:
Male Lizard Monster x Female Reader, smut, heavy smut, smut with no plot, double penetration, double penetration in the same hole, P in V, oral- female receiving, dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, size difference, cum play, mentions of cum, portal pussy, jealous monster, territorial monster, modern time universe, handjob, strange dick descriptions, monster dick description, monster scales, monster tail, cock warming, sleeping while still inside, reptilian monster, spiked dick, panty sniffing
Notes:
Hiya! This became a much bigger smut fest than I expected. Massively self-indulgent but also a little challenge to myself to make a decently in-depth scene.
Feedback or criticism is welcome! I'm trying to improve in any way I can.
Enjoy!
For writing context, anything written like this, is the Lizard's past dialogue during your time together with the portal ❤️
Ping! - The phone notification startled you. Almost causing you to mess up your careful application of eyeliner.
“Oh Gods! Really!?” You had but a moment to prepare yourself before you felt an all too familiar tongue dive into your portal.
You braced against the sink, manicured nails clawing at the porcelain surface as your velvety walls were assaulted by a heated attack barely reaching your cervix.
He felt hungry. Maddeningly desperate to brush the tip of his pointed tongue against that part of you that had your walls clamping down on him.
Within seconds your Regular had your breaths turn to gasps and your thighs parting, as if waiting for a thicker intrusion.
"Getting one last taste in before I close for the night, huh?” You asked no one in particular. It wasn't like the hunk of a reptile on the other end of your portal could hear you.
You squeezed around him, rolling your hips in time with the strokes of his mouth. You were rewarded by two fingers spreading you wider and your back arched with the welcome penetration.
Your legs nearly buckled out from under you when his claws scraped along your inner walls. A cry bouncing off the bathroom walls as the Regular began fingering you at a rapid pace.
Even when this man was stuffing you with his long, slender digits- he was so utterly careful it was sinful.
Other Monsters had attempted to use their hands while pleasuring themselves with your portal. But every time their talons caused discomfort or pain. Twice your Handlers had to remove a Patron that had gotten too frisky with your portal, causing small cuts in areas you found excruciatingly painful.
But this Regular? A Lizard-Man who visited your portal every Friday evening, paying for a full afternoon in a private room- was the exception to your ‘no claws allowed’ boundary.
He was just…so dominantly tender with your pussy it made your head spin. He took his pleasure from you like you owed him a life debt. But he was always mindful of your body’s limits.
On days your walls couldn't handle both his cocks- he wouldn’t shove them in or get aggressive. Instead, he’d work you up to it. Talking you through it, even if he thought you couldn’t hear him.
You occasionally stayed in the Portal Hostel on your shifts, especially on a Friday, just to watch him. You used to think he knew you were there behind that one way mirror. But your Handlers explained that was impossible. Their Workers, unless they asked otherwise, were kept anonymous. And the rooms you could use to watch were completely sound proof- there was no way the Lizard-Man knew you were watching.
Meaning every praise and compliment, every tease, was for his own enjoyment.
He was your faverite…and you would admit you had a fleeting bubble of disappointment when you had to close your portal off this afternoon. You kept the option for oral open- but ultimately closed all appointments so you didn’t reek of sex on your date.
You didn't expect anyone to take the last slot. Oral appointments weren’t usually that popular. But your Regular never did like to disappoint you.
The Lizard-Man’s fingers didn’t stop their rapid thrusting until your bathroom filled with the sloppy sounds of your sex. He then withdrew them with deliberate slowness, making you groan out a frustrated curse, before his tongue returned.
Messily- greedily -slurping up your slick until he forced your climax from you. You felt him purring. Making you writhe until you were sitting on the tiled floor, twitching and moaning with the steady vibrations from his lips crushed against your portal edge.
He licked you clean.
A habit your Regular commonly performed after your sessions together. Taking care to swipe his tongue along the rim of your pussy before withdrawing from the portal with one last careful nip to your folds.
The portal closed with a notification from your phone displaying the session was over and your portal had been disconnected from the Hostel.
What should have been a quick trip to the bathroom instead turned out to be a thirty minute long stand-off between your body and the Lizard-Man’s mouth.
He won. Every damn time.
“Gods…you’re going to ruin other men for me.” You laughed, breathless, while hauling yourself up by the edge of the sink. Your legs trembled and every inch of you tingled with a fuzzy heat.
You had to take a second shower to remove the mess from between your legs. Having half a mind to choose a different outfit in case the material reeked of your arousal.
But despite the hassle of washing yourself down again, you felt a lot less nervous about tonight now your body was buzzing with post-fuck endorphins.
“I should thank that man with a free session.” You joked to your reflection in the mirror. It was getting harder and harder to keep the pre-date jitters down now the reservation time was getting closer.
At least you had something to keep you relaxed- the afterglow of your Regular’s tongue ravishing the deepest parts of you.
It wasn’t exactly a great thought to have when you were on your way to a blind-date set up by a friend.
But anything was better than spiralling into a mess of nerves and exaggerated thoughts of how horribly this date could go.
You only knew two things about the man you were on your way to see.
The first is that your friend Joane spoke nothing but good things about him. Her exact words being; ‘He’s really charming! Super sweet. He helped me out of a few problems at work and I have a feeling you’d both get along great! You’re both workaholics! I promise he’s not some weirdo.’ It had been a playful jest. But you weren’t sure how to feel about this ‘amazing guy’ that your friend has kept all hush-hush about. She gave almost nothing away about him.
The second piece of information given to you was that he was a lawyer. You weren’t sure how good of a lawyer or any smaller details; just that Joane had said he was very good at what he did.
“And what happens if he’s a creep?” You asked Joane one time. During one of her long and nagging attempts to get you to agree to a blind-date with her ‘awesome, very handsome lawyer’ friend. “It’s even worse that you are setting me up with nothing, Joane. What’s wrong with him? Why can’t I see a picture of him?”
“Because that’s no fun!” Joane had huffed in return. “Come on! You can have me on speed dial and I will pick you up no questions asked if you feel things aren’t going well. I’m doing the same for him too. No offense.”
You had rolled your eyes and brunted another hour of constant begging until you finally gave in and agreed to the stupid date.
For a while, you tried not to think about it. Happy to continue your life pushing back the rising dread of stepping out of your comfortable routine and meet someone completely new. With how popular your portal was and your job doing well, dating had been put on the shelf for a later time.
Previous relationships were either lacking or downright horrible, you didn’t mind taking some time for yourself. Your sexual desires have been met almost every night. And you had your own money flying into your account every week.
You were in no rush to meet someone new.
But alas, time moves on and before you knew it; you were approaching the restaurant Joane had reserved a table for the two of you.
You’ll definitely give it to Joane, she knows how to pick a good place for a first date.
The establishment was beautiful. Fancy enough that you needed a reservation dating back weeks but casual enough that you didn’t need a million dollar outfit to fit in.
Your waiter was Humanoid, with dark fur neatly combed flat against his tanned arms and a face similar to a wolf’s. He greeted you with a smile and led you to an outdoor table when you gave Joane’s reservation name.
And there, bathed under the warm glow of the countless strings of fairy-lights, was your date.
And Joane had been right, he was handsome.
But you already knew that. Because he was a Monster you recognized immediately, having had him balls deep in you on more than one occasion. His attire was much more elegant than your usual appointments- a dark emerald suit with a black tie and white undershirt.
But those liquid gold eyes gleamed just the same. And the scales peppering his dark leathery skin along his neck, were just as tantalizing here as they were back in the Hostel.
“Hi! It’s nice to meet you. I’m Xavier.” His smile was as warm as his words and a soft purr layered his tone. When he stood from the table to greet you, he towered over you. Easily so, even in heels- you only reached his chest in comparison.
Fuck this pussy feels so good…A-Ah! I-I’ll pay extra- please -let me cum inside you.
He didn’t harbor the same heavy husk that usually made your insides liquify. But when you shook his hand- larger than your own and with a strength hidden under a gentle embrace - introducing yourself, your little horny mindset came screeching forward. Reminding you of the many times you’ve fantasized about the feeling of his palms on your skin.
You had to beat back the heated flush that crept through you with a mental bat. Smiling through your inner thoughts of absolute insanity “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.” You offered as an ice-breaker. Xavier pulled out your chair and then slid you smoothly back against the table when you sat down. “I rarely visit this part of the city.”
“I only just got here myself.” Xavier replied, dismissing your words with a chuckle. “I was looking over the menu. Did you have a drink in mind?” He let you order a beverage first, still deciding himself.
You tried not to stare.
You really, really tried not to. But it was difficult when you’ve watched this man come undone with your walls suffocating his thick cocks.
Not to mention that he had eaten you out only half an hour earlier. You were still deciding if it was worth fussing over; that your date had gone to a brothel, used a portal and in the same hour arrived to have dinner.
But a part of you swelled wickedly knowing that it had been you he licked clean. Whether it was a means of exhausting some pent up nerves or a greedy hunger- you might later find out.
“Have you visited this restaurant before?” You asked as the waiter took your orders and hurried away.
“It was all Joane’s doing.” Xavier sighed. A knowing curl pulling at the corners of his wide mouth. “I’m sure she also wrangled you into agreeing to let her pick the place?”
You nodded, kicking a leg over one knee and it was a thrilling sight to see how his primordial gaze followed the movement. Almost as quickly returning his attention back to you.
You pretended not to notice.
“I didn’t bother fighting her on anything once I agreed. She has an uncanny ability to annoy me into doing what she wants. Lovingly, I should clarify.” You said laughing. “I don’t think she’s fought so hard for anything more than getting us to go out.”
Xavier nodded, taking a sip from his drink. And you hated how closely you watched his throat bob with the swallow of the amber liquid. You forced your eyes to move elsewhere.
“The moment she told me about you, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be something I can wriggle out of.” His claws clicked against the glass nestled between his fingers. It looked so small.
“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. But I..did agree to this to get her off my back.”
Some part of you wobbled with relief. Your shoulders even relaxed a little, to your surprise.
You quickly waved away his worried expression, “Don’t worry about it. I was dubious about this date as well. I haven’t had the motivation to date or go looking for dates lately. I was trying to figure out a way to let you down nicely. Nothing against you. I guess you could say I’m in my ‘me era’.”
Xavier released a breath. Heavy, and on a sound like you felt deep in your stomach. “By the Gods, I’m glad to hear that. I was very worried there would be an awkward miscommunication tonight.”
You couldn't help but smile at how genuinely relieved this Monster looked. His tail, once resting tightly around the legs of his chair, now swooped along the floor beneath the table. Out of the way of anyone walking by but with enough room between you two it wasn’t impeding on your space.
“Well, we can at least have a nice meal out.” You said, raising your glass towards Xavier. “There’s no harm in that.”
Xavier’s smile showed a row of fangs thicker than your fingers. And his eyes had a sparkle to them that made the ghostly brush of a shiver run up your spine.
“To a nice dinner.” He clinked the glass to yours and you very quickly hid yourself behind the rim of your drink.
Come on beautiful- I know you can take both of me. Just a little more…Good girl..that’s it…
That husk was there. On the edge of his tone and you internally screamed because of it.
You damn well nearly combusted when his tongue made an appearance to lick his lips after placing down his glass.
You chatted while waiting for your meal. Going through the usual topics of work and hobbies outside of the office.
Xavier answered your month-long question of what type of lawyer he was. It somehow didn’t surprise you that he worked in criminal justice.
You had half the mind to somehow slip in about the portal side-hustle, but it just didn’t seem appropriate. And you were still unsure how Xavier would handle such news.
Would he even be the type of guy who was ok with knowing who was on the other side of the portal?
He’s so different here outside the Hostel. You found yourself thinking as Xavier bashfully told a story of an embarrassing work story. It was endearing. He was endearing. He had a smile that was too cute to be real and his whole face was so frustratingly nice to look at, you wanted to take him home after the date.
But he’s not looking for anything outside this nice meal. You grumbled to yourself.
Don’t you dare clean up. I’m going to go buy another hour and I’m going to fuck my cum properly into you.
I wonder if that confidence in the room is an act or if this is an act. You started wondering half-way through the date. With the alcohol starting to trickle a bit of fire into your veins, you didn’t mind the occasional horny memory coming to the surface.
And a part of you was juggling with openly asking Xavier if he would be interested in extending the date back to your place. He was open with you at the start, so you saw no reason why you couldn’t continue the communication further.
But after dessert. You cowardly decided. Unable to shake the worry that your idea of this Monster was a facade built by him and your fantasies.
Dessert came and went. Followed by some more drinks and more chatter. The conversation became friendly…very friendly. Jokes and banter started to flow from your lips and Xavier countered each one with a grin and a laugh.
“I’ve had more fun than I thought I would.” Xavier said after polishing off his latest glass. He had moved closer during the night. Subtly, in a way you didn’t realize until his hand reached over and brushed his fingers along the back of your palm.
When you didn’t flinch away from the scrape of his claws, Xavier grinned and properly intertwined his fingers with yours. “I don’t want to seem too forward…but would you be comfortable continuing this date elsewhere?”
There he was. Just when you started to think it was all a hoax, your hungry eyed reptile emerged through a half-dazed gentleman.
Either it was the alcohol that made his mask slip or he was feeling a little more comfortable with you, his body language shifted entirely. And you eagerly leaned towards him when he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, breaking your thoughts with the soft brush of cool skin.
It took you a full second to recalibrate your voice under such a searing gaze, “I would be more than comfortable.” You nibbled on your lower lip. Your pulse galloped when his eyes bounced between the drag of your painted lips and your gaze.
“There is something I should tell you first.” You bit the bullet before your nerves took the words away.
You weren’t sure what would have been worse; Xavier pulling away from you or how his tail grazed along your thigh under the table. Hidden beneath the tablecloth as it coiled around your leg, squeezing lightly.
With how easily you welcomed his touch, you almost begged him to lean away so you could properly breathe.
“If it’s your first time with a Reptilian, I don’t mind.” His gaze softened. Liquifying his jeweled gaze into something close to reassuring.
Your face went hot and you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. “No. I’ve been with a Reptilian before…” You lowered your voice and motioned him closer with a stroke of your forefinger against the soft underside of his jaw.
His eyes fluttered closed but moved closer so you could whisper into his ear. “You used my portal just before our date.”
His tail tightened along your thigh and his body went rigid beside you. For a brief moment, you feared the worst. But just as quickly, Xavier relaxed and the cool breath of his throaty laugh fanned over your cheek.
“I thought you smelled familiar.” Molten fire flooded through your veins when his voice took on that proper husky drawl. He leaned away, just enough so he could meet your gaze again. “You’re not…upset that I used your portal before our date?”
He was so adorably worried. You gave his hand a squeeze, mimicking the way you gently clasped your thighs together around the rings of his tail against your leg.
“Are you upset I left my portal open before our date?” You countered. And you weren’t sure if he didn’t have an answer or you had distracted him too much with the warm embrace of your thighs.
You smiled and moved your legs so you rubbed his tail between them. He jerked with a low hiss and you chuckled lightly at the reaction. Rewarded with that returning want in his eyes again.
“At least you know I can take both of you.”
His nostrils flared and the darkened look turned your insides to puddy. “I’ve always tried visualizing what you might look like.” He said. You released his tail from your thighs when you felt him tug on it lightly. “I could never think of a face that could suit such a-” He caught himself before he spoke. Clearing his throat, he stood from the table. You caught a glimpse of his growing bulge as he led the way from the table to the counter to pay.
You followed after him. Unable to keep down your smug grin.
“And am I an acceptable face?” You said, meaning the question to be a tease. But the glance down at you created a very, very warm pool to form between your legs.
“Oh, yes. “ Was his replying growl.
You made it to his car. But you didn’t make it much further than that before Xavier had you pinned against a wall and his lips crushing yours.
It was a dance of teeth and tongues with your back pressed against a cold brick wall, standing on your toes and his large hands cradling your face to angle you up to him. Bent over like he was to reach you, you were completely shielded from the dark parking lot. The street-lights weren’t working. Giving the two of you the perfect shadowy corner to relieve some of your pent up need.
His thigh pushed between your legs and you eagerly welcomed the hard muscle pressing against your core. You’ve been wet for the majority of the date. And finally with some friction you could breathe a little more easily.
“Fuck- I can smell how wet you are.” Xavier hissed against your lips. Pulling away long enough to lick a long strip along the exposed ‘V’ between your breasts. “The scent of you is burned into my mind. I thought I was going crazy in that restaurant smelling your slick. What a small world we live in.”
You couldn’t reply like you wanted. His hand was now crawling up under your dress to rub hard against your soaked underwear. Tracing the curve of your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh once, before gliding under your skirt to eagerly feel the wet material. The feeling of his fingers down where you needed it most pulled a shaking gasp from your lungs.
And oh, how Xavier enjoyed that sound.
“I’m never going to be able to use that portal again without you being right here.” He emphasized his words by slipping his fingers around your panties and pushing the tips into your core.
You had to grip onto his arms to keep yourself from falling. “Can I take you home? Please.”
Through the fog of ecstasy, his begging fueled a needy part of you that had you nodding in earnest.
And in a fumbling blur of groping palms and sloppy lips against your throat and lips, you were in his car, one clawed hand between your thighs and your half tipsy fingers trying to undo his belt as he drove the late night traffic.
You rocked your hips against his hand. Uncaring of the light pricking of his talons against the supple skin down there. Whining when he withdrew his fingers once, hissing softly. “Slowly.” The word rippled through the air in the car like a prayer. And you nodded, impatiently lifting your hips towards his hovering touch until your skin was flush with the rough pads of his fingers.
You ripped down his zipper once the belt was free and with a slight shift of his waist, the first cock slipped from its confined prison.
It was no wonder Xavier could pull climax after climax from you
You got brief glimpses during your sessions at the Hostel; but now you could finally see what has been ravaging your walls so perfectly for the past few months.
They were a pale green in color that deepened to a black at the very tip. Thickest around the middle, rolling into an oval peak that curved with a slight sharp summit. Near the base, just before the beginning of the steep slope of Xavier’s shaft- were numerous waxy spikes. But you don’t ever recall feeling these against your walls.
The very thought of them had your thighs closing around Xavier’s hand and the smirk he shot down at you was viciously wicked.
“The portal was always too small for me to fit both of them to the hilt.” He explained, rolling his hips so you managed to glimpse the second, larger, member still trapped in his pants. “I hope you don’t mind if I try tonight.”
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” You replied and Xavier’s next breath rattled on a hiss-like growl.
Your mouth was near watering as a bead of pre-cum appeared on the apex of his cock.
He was much thicker than you thought. And cool to the touch as you wrapped an experimental hand around the girthy middle.
A whisper of a grunt escaped from Xavier’s lips and you grinned at the sweet sound. “I always wondered what you would taste like.” You murmured. Tilting the rounded peak towards your lips, you gave the bead of pre-cum an experimental lick.
You felt the car jerk and Xavier’s hand fisted around the back of your head. Holding you above his bobbing length. You felt the tip of his claws scratch against your scalp and something deep within you bristled keenly at the sensation of your hair tangled between his fingers.
Your core fluttered around the empty space that now replaced Xavier’s hand. And you looked up at him from where he held you near his hips.
But he didn’t push you down or pull you away, instead held you a tortuous inch away from his cock.
“We should wait until we’re out of traffic.” Xavier breathlessly laughed. His pupils were blown wide. A black pool rimmed by gold. “I can’t concentrate if you use your mouth.”
You pouted but lifted your head further away from him. You felt no restriction, but his fingers stayed curled around your hair. “Can I stroke you at least?” You asked.
Xavier nodded. The passing street-lights flashed him briefly in pools of white. Giving you the illusion of a fanged nightmare looming over your bowed body.
“Slowly…Please.”
The manners felt like an after-thought. As if he just remembered he should be using them.
But you obliged his command with a slow drag of your hand along his shaft. The hard muscle barely gave way under your tight grip. And your palm found smaller, unseen nubs coating Xavier’s cock. They were much softer than the spines near his base, but nonetheless massaged your fingers in a way that felt very familiar.
Looking up at Xavier, you noticed the dazed look overcoming him. The traffic at this hour was near non-existent but you still felt you needed to help the poor Monster concentrate on getting you both home.
“Why do you visit the Hostel only on Fridays?” You asked, moving your hand in a continuous squeezing, slow motion.
“Lets call it a little treat for finishing the week.” Xavier grunted. The bob of his throat seemed to be caused by your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his trousers. His breath hitching when you carefully scraped your nails along the second cocks firm spines. They felt…longer than what the first cock’s protrusions. And just a touch less pliable. “And a refreshing start to my weekend. Better than any stiff drink or spa-day.” He tried to joke, you knew he did. But with the heaviness layering his words, he sounded like he was spitting out his reply.
You hummed in agreement, resisting the urge to lick the thick teardrop of pre that was collecting on the valley of his slit. Instead you used it to wetten your palm so your hand stroked him more easily.
“I open my portal hours for longer durations for the same reason.” You told him. His cock throbbed in your hand, as if it grew more excited at the mention of the device. “You’re by far my favorite client. But being used late into the night by others does wonders after a stressful week.”
The hand around your hair tightened and your eyes watered in response. You peeked up at him, smirking when a passing light reflected off his ivory white fangs. “Don’t tell me you’re a jealous type.”
“I think territorial is more fitting with my kind.” Xavier nearly growled. Something whispered to you that he was restraining himself. And to calm him, you wrapped your other hand around the hilt of his shaft. Massaging the spines there while your first hand continued to stroke him.
“Is it horrible that I found that incredibly sexy?” You chuckled.
A shaking hiss whistled through Xavier’s jaw. His entire body seemed to vibrate against your waist. The thigh you were half draped over was as firm as a rock. “If I do start making you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.” He said and he tugged on your hair to ensure your attention was surely on him. “When I use your portal, I always make sure I don’t do anything I would need your permission to do. But now we’re together, if you’re ok with it, I would like to fuck you properly.” You nodded but Xavier’s eyes sharpened when they glanced down at you, pulling his attention away from the road for a second to drill in how serious he was being. “Use your words.”
“I’m more than comfortable with us experimenting my limits tonight.” You said in equal firmness. Stalling your curious playing so nothing separated you or him from this discussion. “If you want, we can use a safe-word. Or a color code to help with our comfort levels.”
Xavier nodded. The car began to slow down and you felt the dip and rise of him driving onto a sloped driveway. When Xavier parked the car and switched off the engine, he lifted you onto his lap. In one smooth motion- unclicking your seat-belt then looping his arm around your waist to drag you over so your thighs straddled his waist.
“I need you to hide this.” He said and bucked his hips up so the hard length pressed sharply against your core. His eyes fluttered close when your warm slick coated panties rubbed along him.
And you laughed softly when he continued to grind up against you. Rolling his head back against the seat while you took the opportunity to kiss and nip along his exposed throat. “You’re so warm.” Xavier murmured. His arms tightened around you, caging you against his chest. “You’re incredibly distracting. What were we doing again?” He attempted to joke again but the clouded expression of his portrayed just how reluctant he was to move.
You couldn’t complain either. You met every lazy twitch of his hips with an impatient jerk of yours. Angled as you were, you couldn’t press him against the part of you that was aching for friction. But the spines on his cock were at least giving you an electrifying ride.
“Xavier, please…” You whimpered. Burying your face into the hard nook of his neck. “Can we go inside already?”
His laugh felt like a drum-roll through your body. And he finally opened the car door and stepped out into the dimly lit driveway.
Xavier held you tight against his body. One hand possessively splayed over the expanse of your ass, holding you with ease against his chest. While still cradling your clothed pussy forcibly against his cock. Your dress pooled around your legs. Perfectly covering the sinful connection between your waists.
When he reached the front door of his home, Xavier pressed your back against the cool wood and trapped you there. He kissed you deeply while fumbling with his keys. His tongue sliding tenderly along yours, tasting and swiping until you felt him reach the back of your throat. Your eyes watered as you fought not to gag on the tickling sensation.
The teasing chuckle made you push down on his cock. Making his tongue falter and him stumble into the house when he managed to unlock the door.
His tail slammed the door shut behind him. The kiss continued, needy and passionate, until you had to break away to breathe. Xavier chased after you. Growling about not being done tasting you as he walked through the house to a dark room.
With a flick of his tail tip on the switch, the overhead lights blazed to life. Bathing you in a cozy orange light that started to warm your skin almost immediately.
Your back hit the bed a second later and Xavier made no hesitation in removing your clothes. His claws slipped under the skirt of your dress to first hook under the thin material of your panties. When they came free of your legs, Xavier brought them up to his nose and breathed in the wettened patch.
His eyes rolled close to the back of his head. Then they focused on you and he threw the bundle across the room.
“Your arousal is intoxicating.” Xavier hummed against the skin of your neck. There he licked and nipped, leaving the beginning of small bruises along your throat as he guided the straps of your dress over your shoulders. “The first time I smelled your pussy I couldn’t help but immediately taste you. And now I'm going to be lucky enough to have my sheets coated in your scent.”
He was massive on top of you. Half hanging off the side of the bed, his tail sweeping across the floor lazily while he impatiently dragged your dress away from your body. Your hands wandered just as eagerly as his. Sweeping down the hard curves of his sides. Following the sharp ridges of scales trailing down his back that then spread out into softer skin above his tail and belly.
With each layer of his clothes he removed, you tasted with your mouth. Finding sensitive spots only where the skin was pale and supple under your lips.
You excitedly found a collection of rounded scales patterning the ‘V’ of his hips. Creating a trail of smooth bumps that disappeared into soft flesh circling the hilt of his cocks. When you shoved his pants down his legs, his tail whipped back and forth to help wriggle himself out of the restrictive clothing.
“Green for keep going.” Xavier panted through a kiss that had you crushed against the bed. “Yellow for slow. Red for stop.”
It took you a second to understand what he was saying. The fog of ecstasy had taken away most of your thoughts. But when you connected the dots, you nodded.
Quickly adding words when he started to pull away. “Green!” You yanked him back down on top of you and with a hearty laugh, Xavier shoved you further up the bed. Crawling after you, he parted your legs with his mouth. Giving your folds a slow, heavy lick before continuing up along your stomach.
You spread your legs wider and Xavier took up the space between them. Taking no time to press his two lengths against your aching warmth. He sagged on top of you. His weight held aloft by his elbows on either side of your head.
“Is this a lizard thing?” You lightly teased. Moving your thighs to better accommodate the vast width of his waist and roll your hips against the throbbing peaks. He shuddered above you. Frozen against your pussy. “Is it my pussy or the warmth?”
“Both.” He rasped. “H-human holes are..fuck..are unfairly addicting. And with your warm-blood, I instinctually want to be pressed against you all the time.”
As if to concrete his words, Xavier lowered his body until you were completely enveloped by him. His weight pressing down against you until you felt every breath he took. Every twitch and subtle jerk of his hips rubbing the pebbles of pre-cum through your folds.
You moaned against his chest when the textured underside of his cock nudged against your clit.
The two of you stayed like this until you were whining for him to go faster. “I'm close.” You gasped and Xavier hissed when he pulled away. Drawing himself up to sit on his calves, kneeling between your thighs while his hands trailed his claws down your sides. Making you squirm and wriggle until his palms locked around your hips and dragged you to settle on the slope of his thighs.
You relaxed your legs on either side of his waist. Whimpering when his fingers explored the crevasse of your core. Pushing the tips of his fingers inside you to massage your walls, gently spreading you until your breath left your lungs in heated pants.
“Color?” Xavier asked. Sounding as winded as you felt while he stretched you with his hand.
“G-Green.” You replied, unable to look away from where his cocks lay sprawled against your hip. Xavier had to move them to the side so he could watch his knuckles disappear into your velvety walls.
It felt crowded between your legs. But Xavier made no move to shift you. Keeping you flush against his hips.
That is until he wrapped a tight fist around his first cock and lifted himself to angle his hips towards your pussy. Your breath froze in your chest. Your eyes wide in anticipation as Xavier probed your entrance with his rounded peak.
Your head rolled back against the mattress- eyes fluttering close as your walls began to stretch to accommodate him. There wasn't a heavy burn. Just a sweet familiar ache that swept through your core and up along your lower back. Sparks began to sizzle along your skin when the thickest part of him pushed past your entrance.
Xavier watched you with a searing intensity. Aiding the careful glide of his length with devastating precision. When your walls spasmed, Xavier stalled and coaxed your calm forward with a brush of his thumb against your clit.
When your breathing evened, Xavier would move again. His hips pulsated with gentle thrusts until you felt the first row of spines jab at your soft skin.
When the prodding sensation prickled your flesh, your hands flew to latch around Xavier’s wrists. Helping ground you to the unusual feeling.
Xavier immediately stopped. Eyes heavy and lidded, but violently focused.
“O-Orange.” You managed to push the word through your leaded tongue.
Xavier nodded and drew out of you until only the head of his cock remained smothered by your heated body. “During our sessions together, I didn’t want to use them without your permission.” His voice sounded like a thundercloud in his throat. The sharp hiss of lightning sharpening each word. “They won’t hurt-”
“It’s n-not that.” You said. Cutting off his worried explanation. “They just felt weird. It surprised me.” You looked up from where the two of you were connected. His pale skin gleamed with your slick and you noticed that the small nubs were deeper in color now. Looking swollen against Xavier’s smooth length. “Green.”
Xavier sank into you in one smooth glide. And your back arched off the bed- a gasp breaking from your chest.
“Sorry.” Xavier whispered. So devastatingly focused on the last two inches that had yet to slip inside you. He held himself there while your walls attempted to suck him in. Greeding begging for him to go deeper.
“I want to be sure you’re comfortable taking these.”
You knew it was sweet. In the back of your mind, you appreciated this Monster and his cautious behavior.
But holy fuck, you wanted him to pound you into this bed. You were sure he could break this it if he unleashed himself fully onto you.
With a soft murmur, Xavier pushed against your heat and your eyes flew open when the first spines scraped past your entrance. It was a strange sensation. And every time Xavier moved, you felt him grinding against your walls. The protrusions gave way enough that the sharp peaks didn’t harm you. But caused just enough pressure that by the time Xavier was flush against your hole; you were trembling under his hands.
“F-Fuck…” The curse fell from Xavier’s lips like a prayer. His back was arched over you, lips occasionally brushing your brow every time Xavier rolled his hip. You had to bend your head back to kiss him. Sloppy and breathless, trying to ground yourself so you didn't fall too soon. “Color?”
“Green.” You said against his throat. Whimpering when he started to pull out. “Please, I’m so close…”
“I know baby~” Xavier hissed, trembling above you. Shoulders tight, muscles coiled as he braced himself against every slow curl of his hips that buried him snugly against your body. “Hold on for a little longer. And then I want you cumming on my cock as many times as you need.”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Using him as an anchor while he slowly picked up speed. But you felt his impatience breaking his resolve. And the second Xavier realized you were taking him without any resistance, a ruthless pace was set.
Your body was rocked with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixing with your pitched cries as you clawed his back. Burying your nails into the nooks of his scales.
Xavier hissed above you, leaning low over your body in a possessive crouch of pleasure that made the bed creak with his rhythm. Your body tried to writhe, pressing your breasts against his cool skin as a searing pleasure flamed through your core.
His second cock bounced against your ass. A heavy weight that pressed against your cheeks and was crushed by his balls swinging in motion to his body.
And then you were undone. A strangled cry, muffled by Xavier’s chest, echoed through the room and Xavier’s chuckle was dark and vicious.
“That’s it.” He whispered between thrusts. Each slam of his hips now produced a wet, slick sound. “Such a good girl for me. Letting me use you like this. I knew you could take all of me. But now I need to stuff you properly.”
Xavier’s pace shifted, slowing into a lazy grind. He lifted himself off of you, just enough that he could move his legs and let your body fall to the bed completely. You felt a wet patch meet your skin but your mind was too dazed to care.
Then he reached between your driving bodies to adjust the angle of the second cock.
“Color?” The question was carried on silk wrapped around iron. Steady, but restrained.
“Green.” You told him. Beginning to find your focus again as you felt the heavy weight push against your entrance, bumping against the already stuffed hole. “A-Actually, orange.”
The eager prodding slowed. And Xavier leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss so tender your head spun. “Good girl.”
You forced your back to lie flat against the bed. Relaxing your muscles while the second cock massaged to stretch your walls. Xavier’s tongue did wonders to distract you. Carving a path down your chin, to your throat, brushing the sharp curves of his fangs against your jugular. Where you could feel your racing heart-beat against the thrilling presence of his maw.
You felt him apply pressure but then stopped. A heart-beat passed and his voice rumbled through your skin.
“Color?”
You smiled and tilted your chin up, “Green.”
The growl came from deep within his chest. And your body shivered on a gasp as his lips encased your throat between his fangs. He bit down gently. Applying just enough force that your skin prickled with discomfort but no pain.
Growing impatient, Xavier adjusted his legs and angled your hip to meet the slow push of his next thrust. He lifted your hips off the bed, driving in the head of his length until it popped inside your warm embrace.
The pressure of him filling you made something in you snap again and this time, your breath rattled on a groan-like whimper of his name.
Xavier’s purr was dark and triumphant. His teeth still possessively locked around your throat, he shifted his legs again. Spreading them further apart so he had a deeper angle to drive down into you until your ass was smooshed against the bed.
Tears blurred your vision. But you didn't stop him. Spilling murmured nonsense into the humid air while he set a brutally shallow pace. Burying inch after inch each time his hips swooped down to meet yours.
You were helpless beneath him. Sprawled open by his knees against your thighs. His left hand was locked on your waist to keep you still while you were stretched to your limits.
Xavier dragged the back of his knuckles along your arm. Gently pulling your grasping hand away from his body to rest against the bed above your head. His fingers slid between yours. Tangling your hand with his and you felt him squeeze your warm palm twice.
You mimicked the pressure. Sighing a long shaky breath at the first sharp touch of his thicker cock’s spines.
“Green.” You said before Xavier could pull away. You felt his lips curl in a smile and his body tensed above you. His back coiled like a spring, carefully restraining himself as he sank the last few inches into you.
Another climax ripped through your exhausted body and your thighs locked against his legs. Trembling and shaking, boneless under him while he buried himself until nothing was left between the two of you.
“You stretch so deliciously for me.” Xavier whispered into your skin. Nipping his way to your lips to bruise them in a kiss. Hungrily taking the taste of your tongue with his until your hand squeezed his fingers. Begging for breath. “Now consider my next words carefully- can I breed you” The words were said in a voice as velvety as dark chocolate.
Asked so plainly your befuddled mind didn’t realize he had asked it until he nipped your throat, yanking a startled yelp out of you.
“W-What?”
“Can I breed you?” He asked again. Said more softly but nonetheless just as serious. “When I use your portal, I only ever ejaculated out of one cock. The larger one secretes thicker semen. It feels indescribably good to ejaculate with it. But if I do that, I will want to keep you full of it. Instincts.” He said as if it explained everything clearly. “And because I…I might have a thing for it.”
You laughed quietly and relaxed your head against the pillows behind you. You hadn’t realized how far up the bed your thrusting bodies had climbed until you felt the doughy embrace.
“You can breed me.” You said quietly, the words sounding foreign on your tongue. “And please, fuck me as roughly as you do when you use my portal.”
Xavier’s smile was as eager as it was wicked.
He nuzzled roughly against your neck, a purr rattling your ribs as he crawled his way up your body until he was stretched over you like a living roof. Properly prone, your face nestled between the plates of his pectoral scales. And when he pressed his body against yours, the bundle of scales above his hips aligned deliciously with your clit.
So when he jerked his hips experimentally, your pitched gasp wasn’t just from his cocks spearing a deep part of you. But also the sharp twinge of pleasure from the grinding bumps over your sensitive nub.
Xavier halted. Stomach hard like a brick wall. “Color?” He asked. His cheek resting on a pile of pillows just above your head.
“Green.”
You barely finish the word before the coils in Xaver’s body sapped. And what you thought before of his rough pounding, was now thrown out the window. Replaced with the snap of his hips that was so devastating- so powerful -enough to drag your body up with him after every recoil.
A strangled scream tangled with the messy sounds of your sex. Skin slapping skin, slick with sweat and nectar from your centre with the profounding crack of his balls striking your ass. Each merciless curve of Xaveri’s hips felt precisioned to hit against the perfect spot. He was unrelenting. Ruthless with each strike.
Your walls were ravaged by the spines. Massaged and soothed by the small nubs before the sharp scrape of the hilts drove your walls into a furious flutter. Every time you clamped down, Xavier would groan and his rhythm would falter. For every deep thrust- he had to rut once so your walls wouldn’t lock him inside you.
The inter-changing pace unravelled guttural whimpers and bubbling moans from deep within your chest. You clung to him. Squeezing your interlocked fingers so tightly it hurt. His claws left marks on your skin.
His grip around your waist promised a belt of bruises for the following morning. All the while Xavier buried his face into the pillows. His snarls sounded like distant thunder as he took what he wanted from you.
You weren’t sure if the continuous grind of his pelvis against your clit was deliberate, but fuck, did it feel like he had control over every aspect of your pleasure.
As tears pooled from your eyes and your thighs cramped around his waist, your final climax crumbled your mind. Wave after wave of fiery heat blazed through you, convulsing your walls and suffocating Xavier between your pooling sex.
Xavier was unrelenting. The slam of his thrusts caused your breaths to turn to broken cries until his body coiled. Muscles tightening until it felt like he’d snap beneath your fingers- and you felt his cocks throb, pulsate and then spill a globulous liquid deep inside you.
Your eyes widened, startled by the flood of cool fluid that bathed your tinging walls like a soothing balm. Xavier’s roar shattered through his throat.. His tail whipped above your bodies like a mindless snake, whistling through the air with every stuttering thrust from Xavier’s hips.
You could only lay there, trapped and made from puddy, as Xavier milked himself between your legs. He had released your hand, his claws buried into the blanket to keep from crushing your fingers between his. But you kept your hand wrapped around his wrist. Squeezing him, helping anchor him as he chased the pleasure into a blind haze.
“Yes, yes! Such a good girl for me. I’ll fill you up so good. Make you leak with my seed…A-AH!” You felt his cocks twitch and then a second wave of cool liquid joined the first. Your walls swelled to accommodate the load and you whimpered when the hooks buried themselves into your entrance. Nothing that would cause pain, but the unsettling feeling of being locked together was alien.
“Hmm, feels so good- let me cum again. Just once more.” How could you say no to such a gravelly tone? Pitched at the end by a whine- desperate and pained.
“I need you again, Xavier.” You dragged your free hand up along his chest. Rubbing your palm against the soft skin under his jaw to then scratch your way down to where your clit was grinding against his small cluster of scales. “I can fit one more load in me. Come on, baby.”
A trembling hiss rippled from Xavier’s chest but your words fueled his hips into moving again. The rhythm was lazy this time. His hips trembled with overexertion. His breathing ragged, a string of praises tumbling from his lips as you rolled in tandem with him.
“That’s it, Xavier. Cum for me, baby.”
“A-Ah!” The splintered shout carried a hiss that made your hairs stand on end. But you ignored your fluttered pulse and traced the flexing muscles that clenched and relaxed with each lethargic spurt of his finish.
“Good boy.” You murmured to him. Pressing open mouthed kisses along the soft flesh of his chest and belly. Anywhere you could reach, you licked and worshipped. “Hmm, I'm so full. Fuck, Xavier…”
You finally allowed your body to relax. Sprawling over the expanse of the bed, wincing at your cramping thighs that refused to settle properly against Xavier’s crouched position.
Panting, Xavier lifted himself up enough to hunch over and sloppily kiss you. He cupped the side of your face, his palm encompassing your head as he eased you both down from your highs.
“That was…unreal.” He murmured against your puffy lips. “Unforutnately, we’ll be stuck like this for a while.” He gave his hips an experimental tug but his cocks were buried firm. You chuckled and petted a hand down your stomach, where a small bulge had now grown from the weight settled there.
“That’s ok. I need a breather.” You said. And Xavier tilted your chin so your eyes returned to his.
They were soft, searching your face. “What’s wrong?” You asked. Suddenly paranoid.
“Nothing! Nothing, I just…” A sound low in his throat made his lips vibrate when he kissed you again. “You can stay the night if you want.” Was all he said. But his eyes were conveying something else. Possibly something you were both thinking, but you weren’t going to ruin a perfectly good night by saying something stupid.
“Where’d that confidence go?” You teasingly asked. Stroking a knuckle along his jaw. “Don’t tell me I fucked the sexy lawyer out of you.”
Xavier laughed, jostling your swollen core, making you both gasp. He quickly quietened himself. Burying his face into the crook of your neck out of embarrassment.
“Ugh, do not tell Joane that you sucked the smart-ass out of me. She’d never let me live it down.”
You scoffed a laugh, pretending to be insulted. “Are you seriously talking about another woman while still balls deep inside me?”
Xavier’s eyes sparkled like polished treasure. “You spoke about other Monster’s fucking you while my cock was in your hand!” He countered. “Count it as even.”
You tried to continue being petty, but you couldn't help but laugh. Having to stop rather quickly when a shiver of overstimulation sizzled through your skin.
“Alright, alright. Stop making me laugh.” You sighed and rested back against the pillows. Xavier shifted a few more around you to create a comfortable nest of support against your body. “So…how long does this normally last?”
Xavier winced. Tickling his claws along the area that was now swollen and red from the small marks he left on your hip. “A..A few hours.”
You gawked up at him. Then very lightly chuckled. “Guess I am staying here. I hope you don’t mind a needy cuddler. That’s my only demand as after-care.”
Xavier rested his head above yours. The brush of his lips against the crown of your head made you shiver. And his arms wrapped around you. Carefully pulling you flush against his body. “As long as you don’t mind us sleeping with me still inside you. My little demand as after-care.”
You shifted your hips and was rewarded by a throaty moan from Xavier. “Am I at risk of being bred again?”
“Keep moving like that and I’ll ensure you’re bred thrice before dawn.” He growled playfully in return.
Female Main Character (plus size) x Male Monster (10.4k words)
Food to Flirt - Size Difference - Arranged Marriage - Instant Attraction - Secret Meetings
“It’s not so bad,” my brother said. I know he was trying to lighten the mood; he was trying to be a good big brother. But I was not in the type of mood that anyone could lighten! Not even a bit!
“Have they ever selected you to be basically subjected to the feminine equivalent of tar and feathering?“I gave him a warning glare, that little sisterly expression that says you screwed up and grandmama is going to find that wooden spoon.
“Eden! I had nothing to do with this,” Bram said as he slunk down into his seat and kicked his heavy boots.
“You just had to save the prince’s life, didn’t you?” I daggered him with my words, poking my fingers into his arm, shoulder, and cheek. He lay there and took his punishment from my short, chubby fingers.
He sighed dramatically and threw his arm up. “Whatever was I thinking? I should have been thinking about you! Dear sister! I should have let Septimus die there on that battlefield! Dear sister! Forgive me!”
I kept needling him with my fingertips. “That’s right!”
He swiftly grabbed both my wrists with one of his. “You think I would have had any idea something like this would happen for saving Prince Septimus?”
I pouted, bemoaning how he got our mother’s lovely hands while I got our father’s. It wasn’t fair. A lot of things happening to me right now weren’t fair.
“He has no sisters, so I would not get married…unless-” his thoughts turned just enough for me to wrench free.
“The kingdom of Yuria lines up prospective brides for the princes, allowing them to pick from the line until they narrow it down to a few maidens.” I repeated from memory, having read up on Yurian traditions when I learned of my so-called selection for Prince Septimus.
Bram scoffed.
“I am already lined up enough, thank you.” I scoffed. “I stand out with our cousins and their friends enough. Picture my appearance next to Yuria’s dragonborns! Imagine Bram! Imagine!”
“You’re shaking the carriage!” Bram snapped. “And what does it matter? You’re adorable for a sister, smarter than all our tutors-”
I set my jaw and glared at him. “Yurian’s are built, and proud of their physical exploits and accomplishments. They like fit, they love muscle.” I held up my arm. My short, chunky, little arm and smacked it, letting Bram witness the prime fatty jiggle from the impact. “I pride myself on perfecting the best tiramisu and on how many strawberries I can eat in a sitting. I am going to appear like a fucking idiot! A swine in a silk dress and purse.”
“Small,” Bram corrected. “No one is going to think you’re stupid, Eden.”
“Laughingstock.” I nodded my head, already decided. I flopped back and sighed, trying to keep myself from crying. “You’ve done this to me! You’ve made me the short, pale, piggy of the royal Yurian marriage line!”
“I made you short?”
I screamed and threw myself at Bram.
“Kids! Quiet back there! You’re spooking the horses!” Dad yelled from the carriage seat. He was all too glad to drive us in. After all, Mom had gone into a trance-like state upon my selection and was all but assured I would be the next Yurian princess.
Truly, I love my family. They are all so supportive and loving and kind. But they are unfortunately all fools who believe I have a chance at catching the eye of some hulking, masculine, thoroughly trained and proper dragonborn prince.
Yurian castles were actually more like strongholds that housed the entire community. Massive walls and gates at each end of the compass with a monstrous courtyard filled with vendors, trade, and anything one could desire. The royal family stayed in the highest tower above the south gate; we would stay in the tower southeast.
Although as soon as we were inside and my father could step down from the carriage, he was already hungrily looking around.
“I had been daydreaming about Yurian fried chicken,” my father sighed. “They use a type of curry powder that will keep your sinuses clean for decades.” He proudly put his arm around me. “Soon, I’ll be able to get that curry powder delivered to my front door.”
“Dad,” I grumbled. I didn’t have the heart to tell him he and Mom shouldn’t have been so confident.
“Wait here, sweetness,” Dad said as he stepped aside, sniffing out the dish his heart called for.
I waited there by the carriage while Dad hunted fried chicken. Bram shared dirty jokes with the palace guards he had gone to battle with. Beholding all the tall, beautiful Yurian women, I wished I had powerful arms like theirs, waists thick from muscle, not from cheesecake.
“I bet you like strawberries.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. Suddenly, there was a ram-driven cart near our carriage. The ram was twice as big as me, though the cart seemed dainty and quite pretty, decorated to resemble a gingerbread house made of wood.
The Yurian vendor was, well, let’s just say it might take four of me to please a man like that properly. Tall, rugged, powerful. His scales were a mix of silvery gray and burgundy flame, creating markings along his body that reminded me of raspberry jam in trifle.
I blinked, realizing he was smiling coyly at me. “Excuse me?”
“I bet you are a lady who likes strawberries.” He leaned forward ever so slightly on the cart, flashing me a smile of teeth where most were gold.
“Um-” His voice was deep and velvety; it took away my ugly duckling guard. “Yes. They’re my favorite.” I stepped closer to his cart. “How could you tell?”
He chuckled. “Well, your lips are a dead giveaway.” His voice became a velvety purr. He reached into his cart. “It was between that or peaches.”
Yurians were known to be flirtatious, enjoying making warm-blooded folk blush. He then produced a tray of these plump, soft-looking dollops of pink.
“You’re in luck, because I made strawberry today.” He held the tray for me. “Take one. A treat to welcome you to Yuria.”
The confection was soft, bouncy. I took a delicate bite at first, marveling at the texture. There was a decadent strawberry filling as well. I moaned with pleasure as I ate.
“Royal mochi, made to the queen’s loving specifications,” he chuckled.
“Oh, my goodness.” I covered my mouth with my hand as it felt so sinful to chew. “I can’t believe this was made by hand! let alone anyone mortal!”
He laughed with pride. “That’s why I had to give you one. I had to make sure you would return and come buy more.” He chuckled, silver eyes flashing in the sun.
I clicked my tongue after licking the last bit of rice flour from my fingertip. “I may not be here long. But I would certainly buy as many as I can.”
He tilted his head. “I can send through the mail.”
I giggled, already reaching for my purse to buy out his cart then and there. “Well, it may not be safe, but I am so very tempted.”
“Eden!” Bram called from inside the carriage. “Where the hell is Dad?”
“He’s looking for fried chicken!” I turned back to the mochi vendor. “I had best hurry. Give me four to take.”
The vendor had a strange expression upon his face. One of confusion and intrigue. “Your name is Eden?”
I nodded. “My mother wanted me to sound like an inviting and wonderful thing.” I scoffed. “Joke is on her; I took after my father. My brother and I should switch names.” I offered him the money.
“I wouldn’t say that,” he purred again as he handed me a box with my mochi. “I think your name suits you well.”
I blushed, looking away shyly before giving him a smile. “I’ll be staying here in the southeast tower.” Don’t wander too far.” I let out a girlish giggle.
“I promise! I won’t.” He smiled devilishly at me, like he offered more than mochi on his cart.
My goodness, I hadn’t had thoughts like these since Bram brought his soldier friends to the lake house.
“I’ll try to make a few strawberries for you. I usually do a unique flavor each time I’m here.” His tail swayed behind him.
“Oh. You don’t need to do that. I’m sure I’ll be happy with whatever flavor you have.” I smiled shyly up at him, licking my lips slightly.
“Then I will try my best to outdo myself each time.”
Oh my! I was growing warm all over.
“Eden!”
“Coming!” I huffed before bowing my head to the mochi vendor and trotting back to the carriage.
“It is so wonderful to meet you, Bram.” Queen Kaori greeted us in our room, kissing Bram’s cheeks. “My Septimus has told me so much about you. I feel I have let you down.”
“Let me down?” Bram laughed. “No, no, your highness, I did only what my family taught me was right. I do not expect thanks.”
She smirked, tall, and regal. Her scales were dark silver and purple, giving her an almost shadow-like visage. But her eyes were bright, almost like diamonds.
“That is why I am so excited to have your sister here.” She turned, standing before me like a goddess. “Miss Eden, welcome!” She knelt down to hug me, and she smelled like the most luxurious of perfumes.
Her hug surprised me! “Oh! Yes, thank you.”
She squeezed me tight, and then also kissed my cheeks. “I am honored to have you here. My little Platecrusher is quite the stubborn one. He has been putting off this selection for ages upon ages.” She sounded distraught. “Now, he has no choice. It is this, or back to the front lines.”
It sounded quite harsh, but Bram had spoken about Septimus’ unwillingness to take part in his family’s royal customs. He said that, as the youngest of seven, he felt useless to the cause and didn’t see the need to have any fuss over him.
“Oh,” she noticed the box of mochi on my table. “I see you already have something in common with my little Platecrusher.” She was using his childhood name, as any loving Yurian mother would. “He has had the biggest sweet tooth ever since he freshly hatched. Right from his egg, he made his way straight for the sweet root to teethe upon. “And I think he must be made of mochi, the way he eats it.”
“He always traded me for my dessert rations,” Bram replied.
She clicked her tongue. “Well I’ve brought you your selection box.” She motioned to the wooden box on the table. “The journal is in there, along with extra paper and ink. There’s also the fabric book. Go through it to select the material and dress you want made for selection day.”
My stomach became queasy.
Queen Kaori smiled upon me. “I know you’re not the usual Yurian type. But you are of the people who exude what matters most to us.” She smiled reassuringly at me. “Hold strong, little Eden.” She bowed to us, leaving the room as if her feet never touched the ground.
“That is the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” Bram sighed dreamily.
I glanced at the box and pouted. “And she’s kind on top of it!” I huffed. “When did royalty stop having the worst flaws imaginable?”
“Now, Edi,” Dad tried to coax.
I sat down with the box, opening it to find my supplies inside. Every day, I had to write little Platecrusher a letter, detailing things about myself so he could get to know me without appearances. The journal I would fill for the king and queen, for their own input. This would be a very long few weeks for me. I wasn’t much of a writer, and I didn’t enjoy talking about myself. At least I knew I could visit the mochi vendor each day to forget my worries for a moment.
That evening I could hear Dad’s snoring through the walls. Back home, there was a distance between our rooms, so I never had to hear it. But here there was just a wall, and it didn’t matter how much brick there was; Dad’s snores could break through. Poor Bram, but then again, he could sleep during battle. I’m sure Dad’s snores were nothing compared to that.
I went into the hall, which connected our tower with the rest of the southeast housing. It was quiet, but murmurs of life came through locked doors. I roamed down to the solarium, where the south and east walls met and glass decorated the entire place, which someone filled with plant life. I sat there, staring out the large windows towards the moon and stars that would hover over home and Mom.
“Unusual.” The deep voice came out of nowhere.
I turned abruptly, looking with wide, frightened doe eyes towards the mochi vendor, who was rising from lying down between plant beds.
“It’s you!” I clutched my hand to my robe, closing it shut more.
“I was about to say the same thing.” His silver eyes matched the glow of the moon; his silver scales seemed to twinkle like the stars. “Unable to sleep away from home?”
I shrugged, screwing up an awkward smile. “Unable to sleep too close to it. My father snores.”
“I see.” He stood over one bed overflowing with lush life. “I was checking a few plants before bed.” He held a flowering vine in his large hand. “Found myself stargazing a bit too hard.”
“Oh,” I murmured. “Something you’re trying not to think about?”
He smiled. “Smart, aren’t you?”
I chuckled. “I suppose I am trying to do the same thing.”
“You’re one of the prince’s lineup, aren’t you?” He asked, head hung a little low, brows pursed curiously.
I furrowed my brow in return. “I am.“ He and the queen were impressed by my brother Bram, so they invited me. Look at me.” I tried to laugh it off, but the mochi vendor nodded his head.
“I am.”
A shiver of surprise ran through my body, tingling even the ends of my hair. I scoffed to shake it off. “Not exactly a Yurian beauty standard.”
He tilted his head one way and then the other. “I wouldn’t say that. The majority of Yurians prefer individuality rather than looks. That’s why the line-up starts with the letters and the journaling.”
I pressed my lips together. That would explain the box and its contents. “What about you?” I asked. “What do you go for?”
He chuckled. “My life revolves around mochi. I like sweetness and softness.”
I’m not sure if that was a direct correlation, or he was trying to make me feel better. But it turned my body into a box of embers.
“I like a flavorful filling to go with it.” He shrugged, smirk growing ever bigger. “So yes. I prefer personality to anything else. But I have my preference.
I swallowed hard, gulping down the beating lump in my throat. I forced a laugh that squeaked a bit too much. “Like strawberry mochi?”
His eyes seemed to shine. “Yes, like strawberry mochi.”
I let out a nervous, bizarre laugh, quickly trying to correct that mistake by forcing a polite sort of titter. I cleared my throat when that also seemed mad. “Excuse me.”
An amused snicker came from his mouth. “I wouldn’t worry so much about the lineup. The prince, eh, he’s the youngest, so this is a sort of pomp and circumstance to make him feel included. You know? The queen, she tries, she wants all her sons to be happy with their place. But with seven?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “It’s hard to have a place.”
I furrowed my brow slightly. “You speak as if you know him.”
There was a pause, a puff to his chest as he tried to hold in laughter. “He enjoys my mochi. Big, big fan of sweets that prince is.”
“That’s quite good to know.” That sent a spark of excitement through me. A common thread between the prince and I. An idea of how to impress him. Maybe I would survive here after all.
“Would you like another secret about poor number seven?” The mochi vendor asked with a sly smirk.
I giggled coyly, whispering to him playfully. “If you have more secrets, I will gladly take them.”
The mochi vendor stood, walked closer and took a seat near me. He smelled of earth, like he had been digging in the flower beds. There was a slight hint of something herbal. I know the Yurian dragonborn had a special oil and tincture to make their scales so shiny and smooth. What herb was it? It was so tantalizing.
“The prince is desperate to escape.”
I gasped softly. He was so close to me; his whisper tickled my ear, my neck. Hell, my soul. “Escape?”
The mochi vendor nodded. “He does not care for the royal life. Being number seven, he feels his only jobs are to go into battle and appear at social functions. He wants a simple life, a home in the countryside, a farm to tend to, a family to adore, a wife to pleasure.”
I shivered. “He told you this.”
He chuckled. “He thinks about it all the time.” He then furrowed his brow. “What was your name again?”
“Eden.” I replied, breathless.
“Eden.” The way he said my name made me sound…delicious. “Of course. How could I forget?”
Despite my place in the lineup, I wanted him. This mochi vendor — with his deep, comforting voice, his powerful hands, his jewel-like scales. My god, he could throw me around like my waist size didn’t matter at all.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep the uh…hard thoughts out of my mind. What must it be like? No, do not think about cock!
“How about I walk you back to your quarters?” he offered. “It’s late, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want your first letter to number seven to be written in a sleepy fog.” He offered his hand to me.
“Thank you. I’m not too worried about the letters,” I sighed. I took his hand, and the crackle that ran through me made my face light up like flaming cherries. “What’s your name?” My voice cracked.
The mochi vendor smirked. “Call me Sep.”
“Sep” is a rather simple name for a Yurian. I smiled. “It has been a pleasure to meet you, Sep. Thank you for helping to ease my mind.” I wanted to ease him into bed, but I had duties at hand.
I was standing in a room with others in the lineup. The queen was fitting us with special dresses for the selection event. I wanted to be eating mochi, especially after seeing the Yurian maidens and gentlemen also in the line lineup.
“You’re from Fayvein! Oh, I love the countryside! I’m so jealous.” One candidate started talking to me. She was a tall, leggy Yurian with pitch-black scales and a split tail. She was gorgeous, and her name was Sable.
I was nervous, but my father said that perhaps everyone in the lineup is nervous. “I have to admit, I miss it. Last night I was looking at the moon and thinking about how it looked over our cow pasture back home.”
“You have cows?” She asked excitedly.
I nodded. “A dairy, actually.”
Sable squealed. “No wonder you have such soft skin.”
I chuckled softly. What was skin to perfect glittering scales? She looked carved from onyx, come to life to woo all men within her reach and feed off their adoration to stay beautiful forever. But she was far too nice to be that way.
“Thank you,” I smiled shyly.
“Eden!” the queen’s voice was sharp through the soft murmur of the room. “Come, come, darling. I have such ideas for you.” She extended her hand to me as I stood up, moving through the crowd that watched my every step.
“You will look so darling in Yurian silk.” Kaori said. “Did you make a selection from the fabric book?”
“I liked a couple of things.” The Yurian before me wore a belt of many pockets and a bracelet of puffy material, which was filled with various pins, dozens upon dozens of them until their wrist looked spiked.
“A soft one!” The Yurian tailor announced.
As they spoke those words, I felt dread.
“Strawberry,” the tailor gasped again. “She will be perfect in the strawberry regalia!” They excitedly tapped their feet and clapped their hands.
“It’s up to her, Jubal,” Kaori giggled. “But I think you are right.”
“Oh, please,” Jubal begged me. “Oh, please let me try it on you. If you dislike it, I will understand!”
I fought the urge to fidget and play with my fingers as I stood under their expectant gazes. “Um…sure. I like strawberries.”
Jubal ran off giddily, opening up a trunk and tossing out bundles of fine fabric.
Kaori suddenly started playing with my hair. “I used to have a friend as a girl who had such soft hair like yours. I used to beg her to let me play with it.” She giggled. “Not much hair around these parts,” she teased.
I chuckled with her. “Oh, thank you. I enjoy having my hair played with, Your Highness.”
Jubal came running back up, happily tapping their toes as they showed me the fine fabric that was lush red and soft pink, decorated with glittering, golden thread shaped like teardrops. Jubal placed it against my skin, wrapping it about my arm so they could see if it suited my skin.
“I’ve never really worn red before,” I admitted. “Back in Fayvein, it’s all about pastels.”
“You were born for red,” Kaori murmured. “You will certainly catch Platecrusher’s eye in this fabric.”
“It’s perfect! And I haven’t been able to use this fabric for years! Please!” Jubal begged me, wiggling from tip to toe.
I nodded. “I like it.”
Jubal exclaimed loudly, tapping their toes again. “Oh wonderful! Wonderful!”
After going through dress options and being sized, I was more than ready to escape into the courtyard. I had an allowance from the queen to spend, and all I wanted was something meaty, and more mochi than I could eat.
“Yurian’s like it spicy,” Bram warned me. “Be careful what you eat.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I scoffed at him. “Go deal with your business; I’ll deal with mine.” I shooed him off to go meet his friends at the pub.
There was a noodle stand that sold its noodles in the most adorable lidded bowls made of handmade paper. I took my bowl and went searching for the noodle stand, hoping I could eat near Sep. I saw him finally in a shady spot right near the southeast gate.
“I’ve been waiting for you!” Sep exclaimed. “Come, sit with me.” He offered me his stool, leaning on his cart to look at me.
“I am starving.” I said, sitting my bowl in my lap.
“Noodles, eh?” he chuckled. “Have you ever had Yurian food before?”
I shook my head. “No. Aside from your mochi, this will be my first. The thick noodles had a red sauce that clung to them. I took my first bite, trying to be delicate as I slurped up the noodles. The bite of the noodles was satisfying, and the sauce had a nice tangy kick.
Then the heat built on the back of my tongue.
Sep was trying not to snicker as my face grew red.
“I see!” I took another bite, not wanting to seem weak in front of Sep. Fayvein didn’t have many spicy dishes. And in our dairy, I was used to cheesy, creamy dishes. The acidity, the spice, it was quite new.
He finally broke out laughing.
“Shut up!” I pouted.
“Here.” Septimus offered me a mochi covered in black and white sesame seeds. “It’ll help soak up the spice.”
I took the mochi, eagerly biting through the soft flesh, finding a surprisingly savory yet sweet filling.
“You just eat that.” Sep took my bowl. “A trade. I love Pow noodles.”
“But the flavor is so good,” I replied. “I thought I could handle it.” Another massive bite of mochi would save me! Maybe I wasn’t as red as the strawberry fabric. “I would never make it as a Yurian bride.”
Sep scoffed. “Nah, don’t say that.”
I turned and scoffed right back at him. “We all know my invitation here is a novelty.” I chewed slowly on the mochi and sighed. “Everyone has been so kind at least. Even the others in the lineup.”
He tilted his head, looking down at me with a soft gaze. “We Yurians look mean, but we all have good hearts. Do you think your brother would have risked his life for the prince otherwise?”
I finished the large mochi, dusting the rice flour from my fingertips. “You’re right. But you must admit, I am a fish out of water here.”
“If that were the case, you’d be dead,” Sep gave me a wink. “That doesn’t appear to be the case here. More like a kitten wrangled up by a mother hen.”
I smiled. “Maybe.”
I had little time to stew, though. I had to send off my letters and write in the journal. There were more fittings for my dress to attend to, and teas with the other potential mates in the lineup.
“We are supposed to prepare a gift for the prince,” one girl bemoaned. “I don’t know what to do!”
“I have been making little paper stars to fill a jar.” Another girl replied.
“I hate all my paintings,” one more scoffed from the corner.
I could have kept this to myself; instead, I shared. “I heard the prince has a massive sweet tooth. Perhaps baking would be the best gift.”
“No!” the first girl exclaimed. “Eden, that is my worst attribute!”
“Mine too!” The room bubbled up with murmuring between the others, who all seemed to doubt their skills in the kitchen.
I thought for a moment, wanting to sit on my hands and agree. Instead, I opened my mouth one more time. “I can help. I’m quite used to making cakes and sometimes bread.”
Then, I took on the role of a teacher. The kitchen was hot with all the extra bodies in it, regardless of the stoves. There was a mess of flour and sugar, the aroma of sweets along with charred crusts.
“No, you don’t bathe them in eggs. The egg wash is like painting on the dough, so that way it becomes golden!” I was quickly explained to a potential mate who was about to dunk their entire lump of pastry into a bowl of eggs.
“Oh! Oh my gosh! Thank you Eden! I knew that sounded silly.” He laughed.
Most of the potential mates had rarely set foot in the kitchen, and a few others knew the basics of cooking, but not baking. I thought of how I would explain this all to Sep, and how he’d laugh at the humor of the situation. He’s probably wondering where I am.
I then had to stop myself and that train of thought. I would not be in Yuria much longer. Not only that, I hadn’t even been here that long either. I shouldn’t put so much…thought into a mochi vendor.
Even if I really liked Sep, what was to become of it? I had to face reality.
“The heart is a strange thing sometimes,” my father said as we sat down for supper. “Much like the wind, you can never tell which direction it will go.”
I pouted. “Yeah, I suppose.” I took a piece of bread, chewing slowly. “Where’s Bram?” My eyes cut to the empty seat at the table.
“With his war buddies, I’m sure.” Dad put more food on my plate, seeing I wasn’t eating all that much. “Did you write your letter?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of?” Dad laughed. “Either you did or you didn’t.”
I scrunched up my face. “I just asked the prince a question, that’s all. What would he do if he thought he was falling in love with someone?” I shrugged, picking at my plate. “Food for thought, I suppose.”
I went walking that evening, heading to the solarium yet again. Funny how I never got to use it during the day for its intended sunny purposes. I sat on the same bench I always did, gazing out towards the moon, thinking of Mom briefly before my thoughts turned back to mochi and…conflict.
Part of me was expecting Sep to reappear. Well, more like hoping than expecting. But I was alone there.
“Oh well,” I grumbled to myself. I lay down, hidden by plants and vines dripping from the ceiling.
“You should turn here,” I heard a voice faintly whisper. Then a laugh. “You should have stayed in bed.”
“I can’t help it. I won’t be able to see you tomorrow,” a woman whispered back. The sound of kissing, passion.
“I’m sure you’ll sneak away,” the male replied. “Like today, and yesterday, and the day before.”
The woman moaned softly. “I can’t stop thinking about you, about what you do to me.”
At that point, curiosity got the better of me. I had to see the longingly in love, or lust, couple who made kissing sound like the most needed thing before air. I kept myself hunkered low, hissing between large, bushy plants, and I saw…
My brother?
I had to hold my breath to keep silent.
“You could have stayed the night,” the woman purred, just out of view.
“And risk getting caught by your brood?” Bram was grinning from ear to ear, eyes alight and dazzling. I had never seen such a look on his face before. He took a step back, pulling the woman into his arms.
OH MY GODDESS!
“I’ll see you soon, my darling. Promise.” She kissed him before walking off.
Bram blew kisses after her, basically floating on air until I yanked him down to my level. He looked petrified despite the cloudy haze of romance still in his eyes.
“What are you doing?!” I hissed at him.
“Eden!” His voice cracked, and he scrambled, falling on his rear and pressing his back into the wall. “Wha-what are you doing here?”
“Queen Kaori?” I snapped at him. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Maybe!” he yelped. “I mean…” he was searching for some way to explain himself. “It’s not the first time!”
I pummeled his chest with my tiny fists. “What are you thinking? Obviously, it’s just what’s in your pants!”
“It’s not!” He tried to shield himself from me. “I adore Kaori! I have!”
I stopped long enough to look into his face. “Explain yourself!”
He instinctively shielded his face. “Back when I saved Septimus!” He opened one deep-pinched eye. “Kaori was the one who took care of me. We bonded, we…” he gulped. “We fell in love.”
I just stared at him, wide-eyed, wild. “Is that why I am really here?”
“No! No, of course not. Kaori genuinely thought you and Septimus would make a good match. I told her so much about you. Bragged really about what a sweet, kind, understanding-” I started slapping him. “Stop! Eden, please!”
I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “Even if Septimus picks me, how fucked up is that going to be if you’re the queen’s concubine?”
“I want to marry her!”
I stopped shaking him and took a deep breath. I sat down beside him, setting my head upon his shoulder. He smelled of Kaori, that same sweet, dark perfume.
“I’m falling for the mochi vendor,” I grumbled.
“Mochi vendor?” He sounded genuinely lost, not that I had set him up on a path to find my point.
I sighed. “Can you even marry the queen?”
He shrugged. “She’s the queen; she can do what she wants.”
“You don’t look like a king.”
Bram laughed. “Yeah. I know. Big guy like me? Who would ever believe it? But I don’t care about that. I just want to be with Kaori. I know it’s strange, but…she’s everything.” He took a deep breath. “Sorry I didn’t tell you. I was just…well, I wanted to be sure. But who’s the mochi vendor?”
It then clicked. “So if you marry the queen then…” I wouldn’t have to worry. I could be in Yuria or at home whenever I wanted. But if Bram wasn’t at home, they would expect me to take over the farm and the dairy.
“I think you’d like Septimus too.” Bram replied. “Give this thing a real fighting chance. See what happens; you never know.”
I pouted. “Easy for you to say.”
Bram rose, offering me his hand. I took it, and silently we returned to our chamber. We sat up almost all night talking about him and Kaori. It was obvious he loved her, and I envied how he was feeling. I too, wanted that sort of romance.
The next day, I was exhausted, excusing myself from activities with the others in the lineup to sleep and be lazy. I did, however, get hungry enough I wanted to venture back out into the courtyard.
“There you are!“There you are!” Those words greeted me as soon as I left the gate. “Where have you been?” Sep seemed excited to see me.
I hoped I didn’t look terrible with thick eye bags and dark circles. “The other marriage candidates turned me into a teacher.” I put on a bright smile for him. “They kept me busy all day!”
“Ooh, too bad. I made a speciality yesterday.” He said this to toy with me. “Guess you’ll have to wait to see if I ever make it again.”
I giggled. “Fate may be on my side for that one,” I teased back.
He furrowed his brow. “What makes you say that?”
“Nothing.” I so wanted to tell him the big secret, but I had to respect my brother’s wishes, as well as Kaori’s.
Sep was already packaging mochi for me. “You think you’ve got a good chance with the prince, don’t you?
That sent a shock through my system. “No. That’s not what I was trying to suggest at all. You know I don’t have high hopes.”
“Hypothetical then, humor me.” He handed me the box of mochi. “What will happen when you meet the prince? Maybe, just maybe, you’ll discover you have a chance?”
I wrinkled my nose. “That the prince likes short, round, pink things?”
Sep beamed; he seemed proud of that. “And what if he does?” He licked the pad of his thumb as he looked at me. “What then? All this worrying and doubt about yourself, and then you look into his eyes and see something. A future, happiness, everything your heart could desire.”
“That sounds like a very magical glance.” I was looking into his eyes. “Especially when, well, feelings may grow elsewhere.”
He bent down slightly to be closer to me. “But what if?”
I shrugged, heart pounding, face flaming. “I would follow my heart.”
“That is exactly the thing I like to hear.” Sep took my hand. “Meet me in the solarium tonight. Once the moon blossoms open.” He kissed my knuckles.
Please, this little body of mine can only take so much! “Okay. But, why?” I was breathless, practically squeaking my reply.
Sep chuckled. “You’ll see. I want it to be a surprise.”
I nodded, ready to turn and walk away, floating on air. But I had to drop back down to earth. “Oh! I need another box.”
Sep laughed. “Another box? Not going to miss me again tomorrow, are you?”
I shook my head. “No. I want to send them to the prince. I know he’s a big fan of sweets, and I think he’ll adore your mochi.”
Clicking his tongue, Sep filled up another box. “You think so?”
I bounced excitedly on my heels. “Yes. Your mochi deserves to be served to the prince daily.”
It seemed as if he was holding back a laugh. “Alright.” He handed me the box for the prince. “Put another letter in the box for him. Tell him what you like about the mochi that I make.”
Oh, the sonnets, the epic ballads I could write about how much I adored his mochi, his smile, his…calm down, Eden. “I will!”
“And remember, when the moon blossoms open,” he whispered to me. “Maybe even earlier.”
I wanted to say screw it and meet him there now. “Okay. I promise.” I smiled shyly, turning back towards the gate entrance as my heart fluttered about wildly.
Queen Kaori’s maiden gently placed the letter inside the box of mochi and carried it away. My gut sank as I watched it go off, wondering what the prince would think of the words on the page. But I had little time to think about it; I had Sep to think about. He wanted to meet me that evening, and while I didn’t know why, I still wanted to dazzle him.
Bram knocked on my bedroom door. “What are you doing?”
“Busy,” I retorted curtly as I tried to place a curl precisely.
“Kaori wants to meet with you.”
I slammed down my comb and knocked over the aloe I had been using. “What? No!” I jumped up to clean up the aloe as Bram walked in.
“She said she had something to discuss with you and would have dinner.” Bram watched as I struggled on the floor. “Were you getting ready?”
I could kill him, take him down by his ankles and drag him away like a vicious beast. I was so pissed. Sep would be waiting on me!
“Here, let me help.” Bram knelt down beside me.
I scoffed, plopping down on my rear. “I had plans. Can I meet with her another time?”
“I think it’s rather important.” Bram gave me a look, trying to see through me and read the pages of my mind. “Why? What were you going to do?”
I frowned at him.
His look turned to knowing. “You know my big secret.”
My frown deepened. “It’s the mochi maker,” I scoffed. “There. Are you happy? I like him, and I want to see him.”
“Mochi maker?” He appeared utterly confused, but I didn’t want to waste time discussing it with him.
“I like him, and we all know I’m no candidate for a prince.” I stood up, taking down my hard work on my hair by roughly scrambling my fingers through the now tousled strands. “And if you marry the queen, what will become of home? The farm! Our dairy?”
“It will still be ours-”
“Not what I meant!” I huffed, shoving my feet into shoes. “I love you, you know I do, but you’re so stupid!” I stomped out of my room, out of our chambers and into the hall, heading towards the solarium to explain to Sep why I couldn’t meet with him.
I saw him there, sitting right beside the moon blossoms as they turned to face the light of the moon. He was tenderly admiring the petals, eyes fixated on their soft blue glow. He sensed me, looking up as I watched him. An enormous weight settled on my heart, and guilt rattled through my bones.
He stood up with a smile. “There you are.”
I swallowed. “I hope you weren’t waiting long.” I continued walking to meet him halfway.
“No,” he laughed it off, but I could tell he was fibbing. He took hold of my hands as I held them out. The size difference was remarkable, yet he held me with the gentleness of flowing silk.
“You look bothered,” he remarked. His gentle touch brushed my unkempt hair aside. “Is everything all right?”
“No,” I blurted out. I couldn’t keep up the facade. I was frustrated with how out of place I was. No matter what he said, I was a fish tossed out of water, gasping for air and life in an unfamiliar land.
Sep looked shocked.
“The queen wants to see me! And I don’t have the foggiest idea why. Maybe because I found out that she and my brother are so in love! And I‘ve been questioning why I’m here this whole time, now I know! I know because of them! It’s them! And let’s be honest, what prince is going to go for the dairy farmer?” It poured out of me, like so much spilled milk. I stomped my little feet and stormed about while I poured and poured and poured.
After the discussion ended, I sat down with a huff. “Why does everyone have to be so kind though? I say all this, and I feel like I am evil.”
Sep was standing there, perhaps shocked, even more likely he was stunned by what a lunatic I was. “No. Don’t say that.” His reply was very slow.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered. “This was not how I wanted this evening to go.” I stared out toward the moon. “I should be forthright with the queen and tell her I wish to go home.”
His gaze rose, and a look of fear went through his eyes. “No!” It was his time to blurt. “Eden, please don’t go. Not yet, anyway.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “Stay.” For a moment, I thought we might kiss, that this would seal my fate.
“Septimus?” Bram’s voice cut through the air, and my desire to destroy him like a feral creature returned. It didn’t even occur to me what he said.
“I’m going to see the queen,” I huffed at him.
Bram looked confused; Sep appeared petrified. Maybe I was also confused, but I didn’t acknowledge that.
“Bram,” Sep stood stiff, clutching his fists to his chest.
Bram’s face went pale, and his eyes almost turned pitch black. A glaze of sweat began at his hairline and trickled down as Sep placed him under his glare.
“Septimus,” Bram tried to keep the same bravado in his voice, but it cracked horribly.
“Sep-” I stopped as it all finally fell into place in my silly head. “Sep!” I gasped out loud, cupping my hand around my forehead. What a fool I am!
“My mother?” Sep said with a clenched jaw.
Bram’s color got even paler. “Well!”
“Septimus?” Once I said his name, he looked at me, eyes as wide as Bram’s. There was a moment where either hell would break loose, or a calm would settle. It was a flip of the coin decision.
“We need to talk,” all three of us said in unison.
The coin was on its side.
“I see,” Kaori murmured as she added honey to her tea. She stirred delicately. The thin, wire-like spoon clinked musically upon the side of the teacup. “So everything is out now.” Her eyes cut over to Septimus, who looked as though he was holding a bomb in his belly. “Eden, I am so sorry that this spoiled your experience.”
“Oh, uh-” I didn’t expect that response. It sort of took the air out of me. “Thank you?” It truly wasn’t something I was prepared to answer for.
She sighed, shaking her head. “Platecrusher has never been one to play with the rules of his royal status.”
“Youngest of seven. Or is it eight now?” Septimus snapped.
Kaori’s eyes focused on his, going harsh, terrifying. The sort of look only a mother could pull. “Seven. You’re still the baby, but you do not have to act like it, Platecrusher.” She took her teacup into her hands again, fidgeting in her seat to calm herself. “Anyway, I am talking to Eden right now. She deserves answers for, well, I guess the best word for it is shenanigans.”
“Shenanigans?” Septimus blurted out, fist hitting the table.
“Are you referring to us too, darling?” Bram spoke up, voice a little shaky.
Septimus’ eyes cut across the table at Bram. “What did you call her?”
Bram flinched, then stood his ground. “Darling. It’s my pet name for her.”
“Maybe it’s best you don’t call her pet names right now,” I grumbled at him. “Considering the situation you’ve put us in.”
Bram scoffed. “Me? What about you and Septimus? This was a big deal for you, Eden! Imagine all you could have accomplished with this chance?”
A fire was lit under me. Was that all this was? A selling point? I shoved him as hard as I could, nearly wrenching him out of his seat. “How dare you? There was nothing going on! I didn’t even know he was the prince!”
“He did!” His finger crossed the table towards Septimus.
“You’re not free from a pointed finger!” Septimus stood up, nearly chucking his seat back into the wall. “If anything, you deserve a thrown fist!” He was almost on top of the table when Kaori tossed her teacup down onto the ground, shattering it. The sound broke the tension, and we all froze where we stood.
Kaori’s heavy sigh was like a knife in the air, slicing through the thick meat of tension we had created. “All of you,” she said through clenched teeth. “Sit. Down.”
Slowly, we all returned to our seats. Bram put some space between us, and he looked down at the table. I gazed across, seeing how Septimus wanted to remain standing, but his mother pointed to the chair.
“I fell in love with Bram,” she stated the simple fact for what it was. “I know it is strange, and I know how it must look, but I adore him and I wish to marry him. That means nothing salacious. It does not mean I push aside the memory of your father. “I accept I was foolish and should have been honest.” She then focused her eyes on me, which once again softened. “I am truly sorry, Eden. For all of this. I would understand if you wished to go home.”
Septimus’s face dropped. His jaw went slack, but as he moved to speak, Kaori cut him off by touching his hand.
That was all I wanted. To go home, to be with mom again, to not worry about all this royal stuff. I swallowed, trying my hardest not to glance at Septimus at all. “What about the others in the lineup?”
“It won’t end,” Kaori replied. “There will be some regrouping, of course. But the lineup stands as is.”
The pit in my stomach turned cold and hard. It ached horribly.
“Mom!” Septimus snapped.
“You’ve behaved atrociously, Platecrusher. And as such, I believe you deserve a proper punishment.” She settled into her seat, taking in a deep, cleansing breath. “Your brother Quintus has returned from his mission overseas. He will replace you as the candidate in the lineup.”
What did that mean? I was beyond baffled. I didn’t know where to look, so I looked at my hands like they were fascinating.
“I am sending you to Fayvein to work on the farm owned by Bram and Eden’s family. You owe them a massive debt for your behaviour.”
A collective ‘what’ echoed around the table.
Kaori nodded decisively. “I think it is only fair, especially since Bram will have to stay here with me, as I plan to announce the engagement and end our secrecy.” She cleared her throat, glancing at Bram, whose nod was a bit too excited. “The farm will need help, and I expect you will need to earn back the lovely Eden’s trust. Understood?”
“Yes, Mom!” He acted just as excited as Bram.
Kaori motioned her elegant hand towards me. “I will entrust my son to you. Make up his schedule, oversee his chores, put him to good hard work on that farm of yours. I want you to report back to me and how he is doing, of course. I will pay for any mistakes he makes, new equipment, new livestock, whatever you may need while he is there.”
Her words knocked breathless. It was one thing to have Septimus be there with me back home, but having a royal, having the royal become a patron of the farm, my god, this opened the world to our tiny Fayvein dairy!
“I do not think your son’s actions warrant all of that.” I was still trying to breathe.
“Nonsense. As long as my son is working for you, I want to make sure the farm succeeds.” Her smile was soft, knowing. “Who knows how long it will take him to work off his debt to you.”
I furrowed my brow at her. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll leave it up to you how long his stay will be.” Kaori then rose from the table. “I’ll start preparing for your journey home tomorrow. Let your father know I will handle the details.” She said this to Bram. “I know my status, so he does not have to give me a dowry. Instead, I will compensate him for the gift of his son.”
“What do you mean?” Bram was just as breathless as I was.
“I will figure that out. For now, I want you and Eden to go back and tell your father the plan. Septimus, come with me.”
It was a silent walk back to our chambers. I really wasn’t sure how to broach the topic. It seemed better not to say anything at all.
“It seems like she’s handing you Septimus on a silver platter,” Bram forced a laugh a few feet from the door.
“Is she suggesting what I think she’s suggesting?” I murmured.
“Sounds like.”
It still made little sense to me. “But, he’s a prince. How will that work?”
“I would let Kaori do what Kaori thinks is right, and, um…figure the answer out down the road.” Bram smiled at me, apologetic, loving. He took hold of my hand, squeezing it. “I’ll come and visit often. Promise.”
I pouted. “It’ll be strange not having you there.”
Bram’s smile was so sweet. “Explain it to the cows for me?”
I brought him into a tight hug. “I am happy for you,” I whispered.
“What do you think Dad will say?” He asked, just as quietly.
I shook my head. “I think he’ll be excited.”
Dad drank a lot of wine that evening, so we took that as him celebrating. Come morning, he was hungover and horribly sick from it.
“I’ll drive.” There stood Septimus while I stood near Dad as he threw up in the bushes.
“Do you know the way?” I asked.
He nodded shyly. “I should. May need some directions if you want to help me.”
I broke into a smile. “Of course. You’ll have to memorize the road, of course. I fear we’ll be traveling it often.”
Septimus’ smile grew, and he nodded excitedly.
I won’t bore you with the details of the journey home. The first few days were strange, as we all settled into our new lives. Mom was livid, to say the least, upon our return. It took her the longest to get used to the changes that were going on with her family. Although she enjoyed having Septimus on the farm with Bram gone.
Septimus was used to hard labor to a degree, having been a soldier and working alongside his older brothers and their ventures. He was strong, which was needed on a farm, but he was also kind, which was also needed. The animals warmed up to him quickly, and teaching him the basics of milking was a quick lesson. At first, they gave Bram’s room to Septimus. That was until Kaori commissioned an extra farmhouse to be built, which Septimus would take care of, and house his family when they visited. He would also have to work on building, an activity in which he seemed less skilled.
But while he stayed in Bram’s room, there was merely a hallway between us. I could hear him coming and go. From my bed, his heavy footsteps, his voice if he spoke to one of my parents. In the mornings he rose early just to make breakfast for us.
It was quiet the first few weeks he was here. He seemed to be shy, anxious even, as he worked about the farm, especially in the house. I chalked it up to his getting used to everything. But occasionally I caught a smile, a glance, something that was meant only for me.
It grew bit by bit. He started sounding more like the Sep I came to know. There were more glances, occasional touches under the table. While working at the dairy, he always stood very close to me. Which became a brush of my arm, then into holding my hand when no one was around.
There were soft kisses shared in the hallway before we turned in for bed. It was nothing more than a peck goodnight, or at least I tried to tell myself that. Until one evening when the kiss went deeper than before. I placed my hands on his burly chest, not to push, but to hold him in place. I didn’t want him to go to bed so soon.
“Goodnight, Eden,” he whispered.
I grabbed hold of his shirt and shook my head. “Wait-”
“We have an early day tomorrow,” he chuckled. His fingers slid under my chin, and he lifted my head. “More-so than normal.”
I pouted, glaring daggers at his face. “Then why did you kiss me like that?”
His smirk grew. “As a warning.” He kissed the top of my head. “Now, good night, Eden. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I reluctantly let go of him, shuffling off to my room with a very heavy pout. Was something wrong with me? All the gentle touches, hand-holding, and stolen kisses. Was he just playing with me?
No, Kaori said everything was up to me. Maybe he took that literally! What if I had to make the first move?
With this thought in mind, I quickly found my nicest nightgown, my best perfume, and the rosy lip salve I got at the last royal fair. I made myself up, double-checking my breasts, my rear, the shape of my thighs even to make sure I filled out the nightgown, which had gotten smaller since I last wore it, just right.
I snuck across the hallway, which was not the feat I made it out to be. I knocked gently on his door, but no answer. Surely he wasn’t asleep already! I knocked again and pressed my ear to the doorway. There was a sound, not exactly a sleeping sound, more like a rustle of sheets and heavy breathing.
I decisively opened the door, peeking into the dark room. There was a low moan, a panted breath coming from Septimus’ bed. I shut the door behind me, and the room went silent.
“Eden?” His voice cracked in the shadows. Like from the window showed his silhouette sitting up on the bed. “What are you doing?” His voice was a gruff version of that deep velvet.
What was I doing again? “I uh-”
Septimus stood from the bed. “That is you, isn’t it?”
I swallowed. What was I doing here? I forgot already! I pressed my back against the door, moving my hand to lock it. “You-” I remember now. “I’m here for you.”
“Oh?” He was standing over me at the door; his eyes gave off a dim glow. “Did you want to tuck me in?”
I licked my lips. “Muh-more like fuck you in.” Oh my goddess, I wanted to die and crumble away into dust, never to be seen again.
Septimus’s head threw back in laughter. That was it; I would be a secluded spinster forever, happy to raise an army of beautiful milkmaids and spend my winters with all my adopted children and grandchildren who asked why grandmama was so lonely.
His hand thudded against the door near my head, and his body moved in close. “Try again, love.”
Love? My head was swirling.
“Go on,” he whispered.
I swallowed. I could do this! “I’m sick of waiting. Ever since that night in the solarium. I’ve waited. It’s just been teasing at this point.”
His chuckle rippled through the air and tickled my skin, making my breath shudder. I looked up towards his eyes.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” He whispered, inching closer. “Look for yourself how ready I am.” He took hold of my hand and placed it upon himself.
“Oh-” I whispered, fingers curling around his shaft.
“Most nights here alone, I think about you, Eden.” He moved his hips, thrusting his cock into my willing palm. “I picture that soft, little body of yours and how much I can touch it.”
I swallowed again, trying to seem cool pinned against the door.
“How much I can fuck you before you beg me to stop,” he growled into my ear. “I’m not a human man, you see. You see, I can come over and over and over. I can fuck you for hours on end if I keep my stamina. I can make you come and come and come until you beg me to stop.” All the while his cock thrust slowly into my hand, growing slicker, harder. My thighs were a dam keeping the waters at bay.
“I’ve never known a human man,” I admitted. “I’ve only known myself and some of my lady friends.”
His growl was low and dangerous. It made me shudder with excitement. “I’m not sure if I feel better than the kisses and fingers of a woman.” Another deep laugh. “I’m quite fond of those myself.”
“Try?” My voice cracked.
He kissed me, pinning me hard against the door. His body crushed mine, rutting his cock into my belly. He hoisted me up, holding my buttocks with his mighty hands. I wrapped my arms around him, clutching him close.
“I’ve been waiting,” he growled. “Eden, I need you.”
“Me too,” I whimpered. “Please. Sep, I’m yours. Do what you want to me.”
Septimus shuddered all over, eyes flickering brighter for just a moment. He pushed up my nightgown with one hand, holding me with his other arm. He lowered me down, piercing me with his long, hard cock. I squealed, shivering as he fit deeper and deeper inside me. His shaft shuddered inside. He snarled, bucked, and something began dripping from inside me.
“Already?” I whimpered.
Septimus laughed. “Not to worry, I told you; we Yurians can go for hours and hours. I’m just excited; I couldn’t hold that first one.” He thrust into me, pushing me back into the door again. He growled into my ear, kissing and biting my neck.
“Sep-” my voice broke again. Something about the curve of his cock did something to me, hit places I was unfamiliar with. I was used to touching my clit, making it sing. But this, this was deeper, richer, even if it wasn’t as acute as the clit.
“You’re so sweet,” Septimus moaned. “Soft…my little mochi.”
I whimpered at that. How could he talk at a time like this? I focused too much on how amazing he felt and how ecstatic I became. With every thrust, there was a new rush of pleasure, every rush a new current of nothing in my mind.
“Take it, darling. Take it,” he growled. “Let me fill you. Only let me fill you.”
I shuddered, unprepared for the deep, breathtaking flood. I squeezed tight around him, holding on for dear life as ecstasy drowned me. My toes curled; my voice came out stilted and squeaky.
“Good girl,” he growled. He carried me over to the bed where he laid me down and kissed me, touching me all over. He stripped off the nightgown, laying his naked body against mine.
“I read your letter constantly,” he murmured, stroking from my chest down to my belly. “Almost every night I read it, and I remind myself that I am working towards earning you.”
“Letter?” I murmured, still dazed.
Septimus climbed onto me, spreading my thighs to slip between them. He ever so slowly penetrated me again. Still hard, still eager. I trembled, biting my cheek as I took him in.
“The one you put inside the mochi.” His hips swayed gently, teasing me. “Where you confessed your feelings for Sep, and how I deserved someone whose eyes did not turn so easily.” He moaned through his soft laugh. “You told me of things I deserved, of how love is this strange little creature, elusive, sweet, and eager to please.”
“I didn’t know it was you I was writing to,” I pouted.
“I knew. As a mochi vendor and prince, I knew.” He leaned over me, kissing me. A tear from his cheek fell onto mine. “I never meant for you to doubt yourself,” he whispered against my neck. “I only wanted you.”
I held him in my arms, matching his breath, moaning to echo his own. “All I want is you.” I was pleading, desperate to have him. During these months on the farm, all I ever wanted was to hold him like this, to spend my nights sleeping in his arms.
“Stay with me.” I touched his face. “Never leave this farm without me.”
“Yes.” His hips thrust faster. “I’ll stay. Forever.”
“You’re a farm boy, not a prince,” my voice was breaking as he brought me to that overwhelming place again.
He whispered in my ear. “As you wish.”
I lost track of the hours that night. For all I know, we spent minutes to eternity with barely a wisp of air between us. We ruined our early morning, but it didn’t matter. I would deal with my parent’s aggravation, and be all the happier for it.
Sunlight burned through my eyelids, and I pulled the blanket up to block it. Septimus groaned, laying his heavy arm around me.
“We’re late.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I grumbled back.
“No, it does.” He sat up slowly despite my weak, squeaking protests. He kissed me, gazing into my eyes lovingly. “I promised to take care of this farm, to take care of you.” His hand cupped my cheek. “If we are going to run it together, I cannot risk letting anyone down.”
Thunder boomed outside, and in an instant, the sun vanished as a storm grew. I chuckled, pushing him back down in bed.
“The goddess is looking out for us.” I kissed him, tracing my finger around the scales on his chest.
“Then I will make you mochi today.” He kissed the top of my head, breathing my scent deeply before resting back upon the bed. “And every day, if the goddess lets us.”
thinking a lot about plant!tentacles that are driven by the biological need to propagate, plant!tentacles consumed by the instinct to breed the nearest and most fertile thing it can plug its slimy feelers into 🪼🌿
tentacle!monster x fem!human, breeding, triple penetration, tentacle bondage, light cum inflation, non-con flavored? def dub-con
You're kneeling at the edge of a lake in the backcountry. The current task keeping you preoccupied: filling up your hydro flask, purifying the water through a squeeze filter.
Sure, maybe it's not the safest pursuit to be packing out on your lonesome to the Absolute Middle of Nowhere, Earth, but the solitude is just what you need.
An email can't find you out here, no sirree.
'I hope this email finds you...'
Well, it can't. Because you are gone. G.O.N.E and twenty miles away from anything resembling a computer, and we thank god for that.
You're enjoying the peace of gazing over the water at the scenery: mountains, tall conifers, and miles of smooth-rocked shoreline.
So what an absolute shame it is that soaking in the scenery has left you with the situational awareness of a dumb prey animal with zero survival drive.
You're sipping at your water, knees dug into a few inches of wet, rough silt, when it grabs you.
At first, your brain draws the short straw guess of animal but what out here submerges itself in a mountain lake as an ambush predator? And then you're not thinking much at all because you're in a state of unadulterated panic.
Slimy, slick ropes constrict around your waist and legs, dragging you into the water. You register the slippery fingers of something that reminds you of wet seaweed crawling up your legs.
It doesn't take you far into the water. You stop being afraid of drowning and begin fearing how it's positioning you. The thing poses you on all fours in the shallows. One of the last images you coherently register is your shocked, slack-mouthed expression reflecting back at you on the surface of the rippling water.
"Mff-fn!" is all you can get out before a thick, pulsing feeler sticks in your mouth. You taste salt and starchy chlorophyll. More tendrils begin slithering under your sopping tee shirt and shorts.
A foggy part of your brain wonders if this is how it feeds: a deer walks up to the water's edge, the creature grabs it, and then pumps it full of brain-fogging nectar until all it can do is drool around the intrusion in its mouth, slithering down its throat.
Your terrified assumption that this thing is about to feed on you is obliterated when the intrusion in your mouth begins thrusting.
The substance it's filling your mouth with makes you pliable and eases your panic. The quick in-and-out breathing from your nose evens into a smooth, steady exhalation punctuated by sharp, excited inhalations.
You feel drunk on this. Floaty.
How heavy and warm the tendril weighs on your tongue reminds you of a cock, and when more of itself slithers in the space between your spread thighs you can only walk your knees out further to let it in, dizzy with the idea of what the friction of the feeler in your mouth will feel like in your pussy.
You don't have to wait long. The creature is driven by a need to fill every hole you can offer.
It shreds your shorts and probes the tip of your wet, quivering flesh before feeding itself inch by inch into your cunt, and then it elicits from you a sharp, choked moaning as it begins to work your ass open on the other cock it makes for itself.
It starts small but then engorges itself, secreting a plant-like sap that numbs and eases its intrusion in your upturned ass until you're silently begging for more, bucking your hips back.
The tentacles filling up your ass and pussy begin slimy and cool from the water of the lake, but the longer they work into your fluttering holes, the hotter they get as they suck up your body heat.
The last thing the creature does before it goes on autopilot is to sucker onto the nub at the top of your slit, strumming it with a constant pressure that plumps up your clit and drives you five kinds of crazy.
This goes on for minutes. Maybe hours. You lose track of time, and how many times it makes you cum.
Eventually, you feel it—the widest part of the tentacle in your pussy begins to work itself further into the tight clutch of your body, stretching you to the limit as it fights to cram more of its pulsating, mind-numbingly fat cock into you.
There's a sucking pop! as it knots you and you gurgle helplessly as you feel it begin pulsing a liquid heat in your mouth, ass, and pussy. This substance it's dumping into you is not the brain-dumbing nectar it's pumped down your throat earlier. This is different, hotter.
You can feel it sloshing around your insides, weighing down low and warm in your throat and pelvis where you're sure if you could look between your legs, you'll see a gentle swell where its cockhead is pulsing against your insides and unloading its hot, sticky spend into your pussy, breeding you.
Maybe that out-of-office message you turned on before this vacation is going to stay on forever.
Former Classmates - Workmates - Old Crush - Mutual Pining
“What is it?” One whispered.
Chick Keaton! Of all people in the world, you had never expected him at all. You were still staring with a gaped mouth, watching as he talked to the owner at the counter. Both seemed to know one another.
“Apparently, he and Mr. Denton’s son went to college together,” a whisper caught your attention. “That’s why he’s bringing his business here.”
“Business?” You gasped.
Your work best friend, Tilly shrugged. “Not sure exactly, something to do with photography I think?”
You looked back at Chick. You too had known him from college. But you had been an awkward little freshman while he was a big, rip roaring senior sorority boy. He looked good too, not that he didn’t in college, but he had certainly grown up in all that time. He had finally let his hair grow out, which hung in perfect red ringlets around his horns. As a minotaur, he had always been big, towering really. And what had once been a chubby brute of a football player was now a suit clad, bubble butted man.
Tilly nudged you in the ribs. “I wouldn’t mind playing those bongos.”
You frowned, tightening your arm around your itinerary tablet. “Don’t let him or Mr. Denton hear you talk like that!” You hissed.
She and some of the others sarcastically saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”
You shooed them off back to work, strutting towards the front desk.
“Ah! There she is! I own this place but she’s the one who runs it. You’d probably do better talking to her than me, Charles.”
Charlies? You didn’t realize that’s what Chick was short for. Standing before him though you were sent back in time, back when you hadn’t filled out and grown into you shape, when you had acne and were one year away from getting your braces removed.
“Good afternoon,” you extended your hand to him. “I hear we may be working with you.”
Chick’s eyes went to your hand.
“More than that!” Mr. Denton exclaimed. “We’re going to be partnering with Charles. He’s going to be our photographer from now on. We’ll be able to offer discounts to his services when people use our venue. We were just discussing where we could put him an office and studio.”
Chick took your hand, giving it a gentle shake.
“An office is easy.” You became so nervous as soon as Chick held your hand. “A studio though, that might be hard to drum up.”
Chick slowly let go of your hand.“I’m willing to build one. I would just like a tour of the grounds to see where one could be set up.”
“I think that space over near the storage shed would be perfect,” Mr. Denton always sounded so happy about everything. It was part of why you liked working with him. “It gets great light, but it’s got no view.”
“That’s what I was thinking too.” You went back to clutching your work security blanket, the tablet. “It would be easy too since the old pavilion concrete is still there.”
“Yes!” Mr. Denton cheered. “I knew she was ahead of me. Now, why don’t you show Charles around. Give him a tour as well. Show him how good our kitchen is.”
You nodded, a growing more anxious as Mr. Denton stepped away.
“Right this way, sir.” You said, stepping away from the front desk and heading towards the front door. “Of course we’re mostly a wedding venue. But when we don’t have scheduled events planned we offer catering, fine dining, and movies are shown out in the field. So there’s always something going on around here.”
“Yes, Mr. Denton told me I could work any of the planned events I wanted.” He sounded strangely aloof.
“The fine dining would be nice. Customers could buy photos.” You offered, still trying to break the ice.
Chick stopped at one point near the pavilion. “Prom photos.” he then pointed a little west of that where the flower garden started. “Baby photos.”
“Excuse me?”
He shook his head and his curls shook. “Sorry. Just thinking out loud.” he looked at you again, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you.
“You haven’t even seen some of the indoor facilities yet!” You exclaimed. “Uhm…even our bakery is…” He was still giving you that look. “I’m sorry, is something the matter?”
Chick lifted a finger from his waist and pointed at you. “I know you, don’t I?”
Your lips parted. “Uh-”
He finally cracked a smile. “Yeah! From college!” He slapped his hand against his thigh. “It’s been bugging me this whole time! I was like, ‘Chick old boy, those pretty brown eyes are calling to me’.”
Your face instantly went hot.
“You were younger, right?” He chuckled.
Nodded, you clutched onto the tablet again. “Yes. I was a freshman when you were a senior.”
He looked so pleased with himself, grinning and giggling. He really did resemble himself from college now. Boyish, charming.
“Phew! I’m so relieved. Senior year isn’t exactly what I remember from college. You understand?” His southern drawl was somehow even more attractive than in college.
“I think so.” You gifted your hand, tipping it back like you were drinking.
“That and the pot. Mostly pot,” he snorted. He then leaned down closer to you and whispered. “Don’t tell Mr. Denton, but his son was my supplier back in the day. He used to grow the best closet green I ever had.”
You smiled, pressing your lips together as you giggled.
“See? I recognize that shy little giggle too,” Chick chuckled. “How you been? Life been treating you better since freshman year?”
“Better,” you were relaxed now.
“You used to work in the library right?”
How he remembered that was shocking. He wasn’t exactly the library type. “Yeah. I…I did. The bookstore too on weekends.”
Chick grinned. “I remember you telling me about it.”
He remembered?
“Now you run this place? Not to shabby! You like working here?” He asked. “Mr. Denton a good employer.”
“Yes,” you gasped out, still a bit shocked. “He’s great to the staff, listens to us. He’s away a lot so he sort of gives me the controls and he’ll go along with what I say most of the time.”
“I like to hear that,” he chuckled.
You wanted to bring up the night the two of you really met. But that night, while a good memory, was also a horrible one. You weren’t really sure how to broach it.
“My boss was a right piece of shit. I made him a ton of money and well, you see where I’m at now.” Chick scoffed. “Unfortunately that boss was also my father.”
“Yikes.”
“Yeah, left the family firm and started my own photography business. No one is happy with me,” he let out a loud laugh. “But hey, I’m happier with it than defending assholes in court. Of course, the old man is saying I need to pay him back for law school.” He stared off into the distance, pouting slightly.
You had forgotten he was going to school to be a lawyer.
“Well,” he sighed. “Anyways, show me an office. I’d like to get stuff moved in.”
“Right! Uhm-” You opened your tablet and clicked through a few documents. “Oh, actually, there’s a space across from my office we can clean out. We’ve been using it for chairs since it's, well, easier than the actual storage shed.”
“Alright! I’ll get to pass you by.”
You turned to hide your encroaching blush.
He began moving in equipment right after you gave him the tour. He even moved the chairs back to the shed by himself.
You and Tilly were watching him unload his truck while you shared lunch on the patio. You still couldn’t believe it was Chick!
“College eh?” Tilly was more into her pickle now than Chick.
“Yeah. I met him during a Pig Party.”
Tilly flinched, her ears perked up and her whiskers twitched. “What?”
You pouted. “I was asked on a date by a guy at Chick’s frat. I was naive and probably stupid,” you grumbled, taking a bite of your sandwich.
Tilly motioned towards Chick. “Did he participate?”
You shook your head. “He broke it up, actually. Me and the other ‘dates’ were all just about to cry in the corner when Chick came in and stopped the party. He threw people out, tore down some stuff, then he came over and invited us all out on a date.” You smiled shyly. “He was really sweet.”
“He took us all out for drinks, danced with us, bought us hamburgers on the beach. He made us feel…special after what happened. I think that’s what people liked about him back in college. He had a way of charming people.” You glanced Chick’s way, watching as he used a clip to get his curls out of his face. He had taken off his suit and replaced it with a tight t-shirt and jeans. His shirt rolled up over his belly a bit.
“Crush?” Tilly teased.
You huffed and pushed Tilly’s arm. “Oh stop.”
Over the next few days Chick got settled into his office, setting it up. He began making plans for the studio with Mr. Denton as well. Sometimes, when you were in your office, you could hear him playing old outlaw country.
The two of you chatted often in the hall. Hell, you waved to each other through open doors from your desks. Occasionally he brought in coffee or snacks he would share with you. He would come in and sit on your desk, wasting time with you while he waited on calls.
“What’cha reading?” he picked up your book from the desk.
You tried to stop him, but he was already looking at the ripping bodice cover and reading the blurb on the back. “Oh ho! Naughty girl,” he teased.
“Don’t call me that!” You pouted.
“You have some pages marked.” he smirked, flipping to one of the sticky notes. “He pressed his thumb against her full lips, and when separated them he pressed against her welcoming tongue-” he stalled reading, his eyes darting along the page.
“Give me that!” You snatched the book away from him.
“Really naughty,” he said, almost purring. “Your boyfriend not taking proper care of you?”
“No, but only because he doesn’t exist,” you grunted, stuffing the book into a drawer.
Chick smirked. “Good!”
You glared at him.
“No!” He threw his head back laughing. “I have been trying to figure that out since I got here! But you’re so tight lipped.” He leaned over you. “I’ve been dying to ask you out.”
Your face must have turned cherry red in that instant. “What?”
He kicked his legs hanging off the desk. “A date. A nice one too. Better than what happened in college.”
“The pig party?” You blurted.
“Don’t say that,” he grimaced. “I mean, the date I took you and the others on. Only this time, just you and me.” He eyed the drawer you hid your book in. “I bet I can make that book seem lackluster.”
“You’re serious.”
He nodded proudly. “Those brown eyes of yours make me melt, honey. I wanna cook you dinner.”
Certainly a string of words you weren’t prepared to hear that day. Hell, any day!
The next thing you knew you were standing outside his door, clutching a bottle of wine. His front door opened, and he stepped out with a grin.
“You found the place!” he dipped down, kissing your cheek. “Come on in! I just got the appetizer ready.” He stepped aside, letting you in. “Sorry about the place, I’m still moving in.”
“That’s okay.” You looked around at boxes stacked up. But there was a table placed in the center of the room with flowers and candles. “Oh! Here.” You held up the wine to him.
His large hand touched yours as he took the bottle. “You didn’t need to bring anything, honey.”
“I wasn’t sure. You were cooking so I thought wine might be nice.”
He chuckled. “I don’t drink much anymore, but I’ll try this with you.” he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you. “Sit, relax. I’ll bring you the appetizer.”
You had never been cooked for before. This was a new type of date. You looked around, taking in the few things he had on display in his apartment. There was a couple of anime figurines, a horseshoe hanging over the door, a set of baby horns in a frame.
“There we go.” He set a plate of hot wings before you. “One of my specialties.” He took a wing, biting into it.
“They smell good,” you remarked.
“I used to make these for myself after a stressful day at the firm.” He sat down beside you. “I’d make a ton then eat them all in one setting.” He patted his belly. “You think I was chubby in college. You should have seen me five years ago!”
“You always looked good though,” you offered. “I mean, tummies are in these days.”
Chick licked hot sauce from the corner of his mouth. “You flatter me. But trust me, mine has always been out!” He slapped his belly. “The stress got to me and my go to was eating.”
You cupped your hand around your mouth as you chewed. “I understand. Obviously.”
Chick’s eyes went up and down you. “I like it.”
You could have chocked.
“I like something my hands fit around.” he flexed his fingers before you. “Thick thighs get me going,” he shivered.
You dabbed at your mouth with a napkin. “Well, thanks?”
“I don’t mean to fluster you. I want you to be comfortable. I did buy myself a copy of that book though. I wanted to see what made you tick.”
“You bought it?”
“I liked what I saw. I really like it. I see why your book girlies go for those sort of things.” He leaned back in his chair.
“Escapism.”
Chick leans forward again, excited. “I liked the chapter where Raphael pretends to be a thief in Lady April’s room.”
Your cheeks flushed. “Me too.” You weren’t really sure how to elaborate on it.
“I liked the playfulness of it.” he was going to say more, but a timer went off. “I’ll be right back. Keep enjoying those.”
You were thinking about how sweet it was that he wanted to cook for you. Moving in is stressful, and he was barely settled. Yet he still found the time to set up the dining table, get some candles and flowers, and cook a meal with appetizers and who knows what else. You were also thinking about the last few dates you had and how lackluster they had been. You were also thinking about the last time you had sex and how truly disappointing that was. You were never the girl to dive right into sex anyways, or at least you were never given the chance to be. But the thought popped into your head that, with Chick, you’d fuck him anywhere.
“There we are.” Chick came out, carrying a large bowl in each hand. He set one down before you, unaware of the raging thoughts ratting in your skull. “Bone apple teeth.”
You opened your mouth to say something, but decided a smile was enough. You gazed into the bowl, seeing a hearty vegetable soup.
“I’ve been craving a good soup. I hope you don’t mind.” He sat down beside you again with a proud smile. “No one back home really cooked. So I’ve been watching as many cooking videos as I can,” he chuckled.
“Are you self taught with most things you do?” You asked with a giggle. You brought a spoonful of the up to your lips, blowing to cool the steaming broth.
“Just the things I want to do,” he chuckled. “Photography, drawing, cooking.” He took a big bite and his eyes became content.
“You draw too?”
He was still chewing, so all he could do was shake his head. “I ain’t any good at it! I just started picking it up now and again when I got anxious.”
That seemed surprising. You ate the spoonful and was instantly captivated by how flavorful it was!
Chick grinned from ear to ear. “Like it?”
“Delicious,” you moaned in pleasure.
Chick licked his lips. “Good. I could eat my own cooking all day, but what matters is what other people think. Well, for cooking anyways. I think food is to be shared.”
You nodded, hungrily gobbling down more of the soup.
“I want to learn how to bake next.”
You swallowed, tapping your hand on the table as the bite was too hot. “I can show you!” You gasped out.
Chick’s eyes widened. “Like bread and cake and stuff?”
You nodded, drinking cold water.
You got to talking more in depth than you had planned. Chick offered wine and gave you a quick tour of his home. All his savings had gone into buying the place and everything for his photography business. He was essentially broke, even if his grandparents sent him money against his will, as he claimed.
The wine must have been getting to your head, because all you could think about was how sexy chick was. His large arms, full chest, and soft belly. He looked cuddly and rough at the same time.
“Oh my, I’ve never had a girl in my room before,” Chick said teasingly, but there was a tinge of nervousness to his voice. He cleared his throat, taking another drink of wine. “Sorry, stupid joke.” He looked anxiously around his room. “I’m not good at decorating either. Too much of a dude still, I guess.”
You sipped your wine, eyeing what a nice space the bedroom was. It had a bay window, which for now was stacked with boxes. “You’re a smart fella. You could learn a few things I’m sure.” You sauntered over to his bed, picking up the book resting open on the pillow.
Chick’s nervous expression turned flushed, his ears went back and his tail twitched. “Well uh, my mom always liked a western theme for our houses.”
“You’re joking?” You giggled and turned the book over, reading a bit. “Oh, you’re at the part where Lady Fairchild finds Raphael sleeping.” You sipped your wine again, happily re-reading that page.
“I had to stop there.” Chick came up behind you cautiously.
“Her lips wrapped around his indulgent manhood, urging it to become stiff as the mighty oak he’d chopped down earlier. His body when taut, showing off the sinew and well earned muscle.”
Chick let out a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t expect every other chapter to be so…steamy. I can usually read pretty quickly. But uhm-” he reached for the book but you stepped aside.
“Being a lady, she never would have dreamed of accosting a man in his sleep like this. But Fairchild couldn’t keep her hands off Raphael, his cock was so hard upon her tongue, so hot, she wanted to devour him, to take his seed anyway she could get it.”
“Y-you don’t have to read aloud,” he chuckled weakly again.
“Sorry.” You smiled shyly at him. “I just really enjoy this part.”
Chick averted his eyes, fidgeting and turning his hips.
“I’ve always wanted to try this.” You were crazy! It was the wine!
Chick’s long lashes fluttered.
“To make a guy up like this. I don’t know…is that weird?”
He shook his head, still not looking directly at you. “No. Not weird.”
You set the book aside, approaching him and placing your hand upon his arm. “I need to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.” Your fingers slipped down his strong arm, suggestively brushing against his thigh.
Heart pounding like the drums in a death metal song, you shakily made your way to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, red faced and wide eyed. “What is wrong with you?” You hissed. “Me? What’s wrong with you? Being all horned up like that! This is a first date, you know?” You huffed, pacing a bit. “Get a grip! You’re just going to go back and have a conversation. Nothing is going to happen yet!” You looked back at yourself in the mirror and drank water from the sink. You gave yourself a pep talk to calm down then left the bathroom.
You went down the hall to the bedroom. “You know. There’s another book in this series about Lady Fairchild’s sister and the butcher-”
The world stopped as you stepped into the bedroom. Everything was silent, still, and unreal. Laid naked upon the bed was Chick, his cock half hard against his thigh. He was pretending to sleep, but you could tell he was bursting from uncertainty.
“Oh-” you gasped, cupping your hand around your mouth. “Oh…” You let out a pleasant sound and approached the bed. You kneeled upon the mattress, petting up his strong leg. You knew he was packing, it was a secret everyone in college knew.
“I shouldn’t,” you said performatively. “He’s sleeping.” Your eyes flicked up to his face as his lips pressed into a firm line. You stood, doing the same as him and taking off all your clothes. You shivered slightly, unsure what to cover first.
“You can do this,” you whispered. You crawled back into the bed, going between his thighs. His cock was fully erect now, hovering above his body, visibly pulsing. You took him into your hand, stroking gently.
“Shit…he’s massive.” You compared his girth to your wrist and swallowed. “I’ve never seen one like this in person.” You lips parted. “Can I even-” You placed his tip upon your tongue, moving your mouth around him and closing your lips.
Chick flinched, letting out a moan.
You sucked, finding the fullness of him pleasing. You stroked his base with one hand, white petting his thigh with the other. Chick was struggling to remain ‘asleep’, but he couldn't hold it in.
Releasing him, you took a few deep breaths. “Fuck.” You kissed his shaft, his tip, lapping him up. Something about sucking his cock was turning you on even more. You took him back into your mouth, going deeper, letting him into your throat.
Chick’s hips blacked and he cried out, alarmed and pleasured. He settled back down, trembling to keep up the act.
Touching yourself you found how wet you had become. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this aroused, let alone the last time you wanted to fuck so badly. You continued sucking him, becoming sloppy in the process. You wanted his cock, you wanted to pleasure him.
“Wait!” Chick whined.
You raised your eyes, releasing him as he propped up on his elbows. He looked drunk on lust, unable to keep up the sleeping act. You wiped your mouth, catching your breath. Your eyes locked with is, both of you holding your breath as the moment took over.
You were held in a mating press, legs behind your head as Chick thrust down into you, delivering blow after blow to that wonderful sensitive spot inside. He was snarling, you were crying out in pleasure. He was going so deep! Filling you so full! You made up your mind, you’d marry Chick if you had to.
Post nut clarity came later as you two sat at the dining table with mugs of coffee. It was super late, you were wearing his robe, he had on his underwear. It was silent, you both were afraid to speak.
“Good coffee,” you muttered.
He nodded. “It’s the only thing I really splurge on.”
Quiet again.
“Sorry,” you finally blurted out.
Chick held his hands out. “No! I’m sorry!”
You cupped your hands around your face. “I don’t do this usually! I don’t know what came over me!”
“Me neither!” He sat back, fidgeting with his hair. “I’ve been falling for you at work! This was so stupid of me!”
“No! I pushed it I was- Falling?” You watched him with wide eyes.
He nodded. “I’ve had a crush since college. Seeing you again made me feel like a kid and I-” He sighed and smiled nervously. “I wanted to make this special to wait for when…” His smile turned into a pout.
“Oh-” breathless was the only word you could think of. “Me too…I mean…when you rescued me and others from the pig party I was…”
You both locked eyes again.
“We can still make it special, right? Even if we got a bit too tempted,” you chuckled nervously.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
You were on the floor of the kitchen after attempting to get another cup of coffee. He was thrusting deep inside you.
“You’re so soft! So sweet!” He moaned. “I love your thighs! Your body!”
You cried out, arching off the tiled floor. “Right there! Right there!”
“I’m gonna cum in you! I’m gonna make you mine over and over and over-” he snarled with wild abandon.
“I want it!” You whined. “Fuck me! Make me yours!”
It felt so good to be taken like that, hard, powerful, world shaking. Gentle could come later, right now, you needed to be fucked senseless.
The coffee was steaming as you stood there, robe falling off your shoulders, legs shaking from the second greatest orgasm of your life. Chick was breathing heavy, sweating, leaned against the counter as he too was having a hard time standing.
“I’ve never milked a cow before,” you said, dizzy and offhanded.
Chick started laughing and you joined in with giggling.
“I’ve never felt this way with anyone,” he murmured, heading down, curls shifting. “So intense, so…heated.”
You nodded, sipping the hot coffee as you tried to return from the world of endless humping. “I know what you mean.”
He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “It’s one thing to be so giddily enamored with you. Like now, I feel like a kid. But when I’m inside you I can quench myself enough. I have to have you, I have to make you cum.”
You nodded. “Maybe that’s real chemistry.”
“Yeah,” he sighed dreamily. “So uh…I have stuff to make breakfast in the morning, if you’d like to stay the night.”
You glanced at the clock on the stove. “It’s three in the morning.”
“How long were we at it?” he gasped.
You giggled, setting your coffee cup down. “We might as well stay up then.” You wrapped your arms around his bare waist, pressing your naked body against his. “We should talk a bit more and learn about each other. Right?”
You knew where you would end up, bent over the bathroom counter as he drove into you from behind. You were talking about first-times, his was when he was sixteen, yours was senior year of college. It got heated and before you even got in the shower, you were wet again, taking his thick cock deep inside. You’d probably call out of work the next day, you wouldn’t be able to walk very well.
“I can’t stop myself,” Chick panted between thrusts. “Being inside you is too good.”
You grunted in reply.
“I love your pussy,” he moaned. “I love your hips in my hands! I love how my fingers sink in-” he growled, bucking, struggling to keep composure.
Around eight in the morning Chick was passed out, sleeping peacefully with a tender smile on his face.
“Where are you?” Tilly’s text asked.
“Sorry, I’m gonna have to call it a sick day today.”
“But it’s bagels day in the bakery! You were gonna tell me about the date.”
You glanced down at Chick as his hand reached out for you, pulling you against his chest. You smiled, knowing you would have to spill later.
“I will. But we’re going to need more than bagels to talk this one over.”
Chick’s arm tightened and he buried his face in your hair. You set your phone aside and melted into that embrace.
“What are you going to tell her?” He said sleepily.
You didn’t realize he was awake.
Chick chuckled, kissing your neck and cheek. “I don’t mind you sharing the intimate details. But uh…mute them a bit if you don’t mind.”
You took his hand, kissing his fingers. “Oh, the details are just for me,” you giggled.
He sighed happily. “What will you say about us?”
“Oh well.” You rolled over so you could face him. You stroked his cheek, studying the contours of his face. You then wrapped a curl around your finger, idly while you day dreamed.
“I’ll say we’re going to have another date, possibly sooner rather than later. Uhm…he’s going to take me out to the bookstore, then we’ll go and pick up ingredients so I can teach him how to make bread.”
His sleepy smile grew. “Book store?”
You nodded. “Yes. We’re going to get the sequel book I mentioned. As well as a couple of other books I want.”
He chuckled softly. “My treat of course.”
“Of course,” you giggled. You gave him a small, soft kiss. “Then, we’re going to make bread toegther, watching movies while it rises and bakes. Maybe have a drink or two.”
“Mmm.” He grabbed your hip, squeezing. “The bread will burn if we do that.”
“Well, we’re going to have to be good.” You smirked.
Chick laughed. “Oh! We’re good. But we need to behave.” He opened his eyes to look at you, his gaze going instantly soft. “Am I too clingy if I say I want to wake up to this every day?”
Your heart shuddered. “A little. But I don't mind.” You smiled back. “We’ll work towards it. Hopefully, give it a few months, it’ll become a regular. A year or two, and we’ll see.”
{♡Warnings: dubcon/monster fucking/pretty tame monster fucking/big ol' cock/size difference.♡}
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♡At first it was small things you noticed: a small bird singing to you as you went grocery shopping, a strange dog always watching you in the distance when you were in the woods, a cat walking alongside you as you went home.
♡You didn't think much of it, just that animals were strange and that maybe you smelt like some kind of pet food. Which resulted in you throwing your perfume out and getting new ones.
♡But of course, the issues wasn't solved so you decided to live with it. Almost seeing yourself as an animal whisperer.
♡Then one day, a mangy, stray dog was sat on your doorstep and it gave you a big puppy dog eyed look and that was it. You took it in.
♡Little did you know what the trickster had in store for you...
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♡Whenever you left though is when Luca (what you called you precious companion without knowing the monster that disguised itself beneath the fur.) went rampant.
♡He was finally in your space. Surrounded by your scent, your things, you. It was heavenly.
♡He would often revert back to his normal form, a seven foot tall monster with a pale white skull and large horns curving out. He was tall and muscular covered in hair and a cloak. A pair of bright red eyes peering from behind his animal skull.
♡His hulking form would walk around your house, taking in every aspect of you. Noting down what you like as he prepared to take you back home. His home.
♡But the best part was being able to wrap a pair of you cute and delicate panties around his thick and throbbing cock.
♡It was all he could do at the moment, wrapping you panties around his foreskin before pulling it down and smearing precum along the panty line. All while he huffed in your scent through your panties that sat on his strange face.
♡Every time left him feeling good, but it left him wanting more. Needing more. Needing your cute, tiny, little pussy wrapped around his big cock taking him and accepting him as your mate.
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♡Soon, though, it began to get worse.
♡You noticed that your panties were soaked in strange substances, even some of your clothes. The worst was your pillow.
♡You didn't understand. Maybe it was Luca? But it couldn't be, he was a good dog. He sat and listened to everything you said. He would cuddle you and protect you. He was just a good dog.
♡Until he wasn't.
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♡When you came home from work, you neighbor had warned you about seeing a ghost or a demon walking around your house. You simply shook them off and reassured them that it was fine. They were old and you just assumed it was there eyesight.
♡But when you entered your house, there, sat on your sofa, it was.
♡A hulking mass off horror with his legs spread and a large cock throbbing as his claw like hands moved up and down it in a fast rhythm.
♡But before you could scream out in terror or run away, he was on you. His form draped over your figure and his large cock between your thighs thrusting desperately.
♡"P...lease." Its' deep voice echoed out, almost like a rumble and you felt terrible for getting wet over the noise.
♡A sniffing noise sounds then, followed by a deep dark growl. "You want this too." It hisses.
♡And before you can deny it, it has your clothes torn off and you pinned to the floor. Its' skull buries between your thighs as a long tongue slithers out and immediately begins to feast on your dripping wet pussy.
♡As it laps eagerly at your drippy cunt, it grows. Its' claws digging into your thick doughy thighs. Its' red eyes shining with delight at your moans. "So...good...mate...like the...rivers of...heaven..." It coos out to you before its' tongue circles your clit, bullying it before you cum, making you arch your back and grab onto its' sturdy horns.
♡A deep growl leaves its' chest again as it climbs up your body, its' huge size making you seem tiny. And its' large cock looking almost impossible to fit inside you.
♡Before you could protest again, its' long tongue covered in your juices is down your throat, kissing you in the most lewd way as its' cock nudges in between your folds. And then with a harsh push of its' hips, its' cock fills you. Fully. Completely.
♡Your eyes roll back as a second orgasm wracks through your body just from the pure stretch of the monsters cock.
♡A whimper leaves its' throat at the feeling of your tiny pussy clenching, clinging to his cock.
♡It pulls its' tongue out of your throat, listening to your moans and whines. Instead now lapping at your neck, preparing to mark you as his forever.
♡You can't stop the babbles of desperation leave your voice as its' cock massages your walls so perfectly. It was so filling. So right. Every thrust tickling your g-spot and brushing against your cervix.
♡The smell of sex permeates the air as his heavy balls slap against your ass, his furry body almost draped over you and rubbing delightfully against your clit.
♡The fur on his thighs were dripping wet from your pussy and you could feel the knot untying in your stomach again.
♡This felt right. This creature... It felt like home. Like its' growls were singing praises on your name and its' movements were bringing you home.
♡You squeal as you cum on his dick again, and as a growl echoes through the room, you feel his cock twitch and spill his seed deep inside you.
♡An agonising pain is felt in your neck as it sinks its' teeth deep into your neck. Claiming you as his.
♡It lifts you up onto its' thighs, clinging to you. It sings praises and softly strokes your back being mindful of its' claws.
♡As you stay in your hazy state, the monster gently laps at the bite mark trying to ease your pain. But you see it. The connection between you two. The way you were written in the stars and how it had waited for you. Searched for you and found you.
His back arches violently beneath you as the transformation rips through him mid-thrust. You feel it happen inside him first, his hole clamping down on your cock like a vice, the rhythmic pulse of his changing body milking you without mercy. His claws rake down your forearms, tearing through skin and drawing hot ribbons of crimson that drip onto his heaving chest. You grip his hips harder, forcing him to take every inch as his lycan form bulks and shifts beneath you.
His spine pops. His jaw elongates, fangs glistening with saliva as he snarls up at you, eyes blown to dark slits of pure animal hunger. You feel his insides rearrange around your shaft, tighter now, hotter, the friction building to something almost unbearable as his new form demands to be filled deeper, harder, ruined.
He claws at your shoulders, drawing you down, those beast eyes burning with Formless desperation of finding something that gives him a challenge. "Don't fucking stop," he rasps, voice guttural and broken. You feel his cock spilling precome untouched across his transforming abs, his body betraying how thoroughly he's submitting to your cock even as his claws draw fresh wounds across your back.
The pain is white-hot. You crave it. Every sting of his nails, every throb of his tightening lycan hole around your base, every desperate growl vibrating through his chest as you pound into his changing flesh. He could shred you open right now. The thought makes your balls tighten, your thrusts savage and uncontrolled.
You feel his hole flutter, then clamp in rhythmic spasms as his knot throbs and untouched cock erupts across his fur-sprouting stomach. His howl tears through the room, and you bury yourself to the hilt, letting his convulsing body wrench your own release from you, flooding his transformed guts while his claws sink deep enough to hit bone.
