summary: You fight against the pleasure Ari forces out of you, but he's never lost a fight and you're no match for him. Especially, since you don't really hate sitting on his face.
warnings: monsterfucking (no bestiality); minotaur Ari; oral (f receiving); face sitting; face riding; forced orgasm; squirting; dirty talk; nipple piercing; nipple torture of sorts; very brief mention of breeding; very brief mention of lactation kink;
word count: 1k
Author's Note: I'm sure eralen is most excited about the return of Scaretale's Minotaur Ari 🤭 It's short, but as it always is with Ari, he ruins you good anyway. So grab the bull by the horns and enjoy the ride! 😏
this is day 2 of the Kinky Monster Cocktober
A myriad of blinding flashes in front of your eyes wasn’t caused by the light bouncing off the gold strokes of brush decorating the bedroom wall behind the massive master bed.
No, it was the sizzle of your brain frying and bursting sparks in your vision as Ari’s broad, soft tongue was mercilessly licking you up into a third orgasm.
Cries of “I can’t” and “Please” fell deaf on his ears, and it wasn’t because of your plush thighs squeezing around his head. Ari chose to ignore them, always taking what he wanted and making your crumble to pieces.
Recently, eating you out has become a staple in his daily routine. Not that he shied away from it earlier, but he turned obsessed. Like a human often got temporarily addicted to a certain meal or treat, gorging on it day after day for weeks. Though, you suspected, Ari might never lose the taste for it. Not for the foreseeable few months, at least.
“You taste so much sweeter now that my seed has taken root.” He had groaned earlier, forcing you to sit on his face.
The position alone was one that made you feel like flames of embarrassment would burn you alive from the depravity of it, but at least this time he had you facing toward the headboard. You only got to see the mane of his dark gold hair spilled over the crumbled sheets and the wide curve of his horns pressed against the inner side of your thighs.
It was so dirty to grab onto his horns for support as Ari’s arms locked around your thighs and held you down. He licked into you more feverishly, moaning his own pleasure, when your fingers gripped them.
But if you didn’t do it, choosing instead to claw at the wall or the headboard, Ari would yank on the golden chain linking the piercings in your nipples, making you cry out and gush onto his waiting tongue.
Still, you preferred that position than when he made you ride his face but turned toward his massive, monstrous body.
Because seeing him shamelessly splayed, with his huge cock bouncing hard against his belly, made you leak - both from cunt and your mouth. And that filled you with horror at your own body’s lewd response.
But you couldn’t stop staring at that thick cock, at the pearls of white adorning the crown and spilling slowly the more of his taste he swallowed.
So really, you preferred the flecks of gold on the wall, and the bursts of light beneath your eyelids, that allowed you to ignore the truth - that you became the minotaur’s cockhungry breeder.
“N-no,” you whimpered out, your heavy breathing swallowing most of the forming sound.
It was a protest not only against Ari’s ongoing onslaught, but your own thoughts reminding you of what you’ve become.
Then one of his arms sneaked further, spreading his thick fingers over the barely prominent yet curve of your belly. It was a possessive gesture. A triumph of a victor who had taken his spoils and ruined you exactly the way he planned. But it was also a prelude to a torment Ari drew out of your body once or twice previously.
He pressed lower with his palm, at the same time flicking his tongue against your swollen clit faster and faster.
“No! I don’t want-” You bucked against his face wildly.
Ari paused for a moment, but you knew better than to expect mercy. He tilted his head to look up at you from between your thighs; the movement made his bearded chin graze your sensitive folds, keeping the stimulation.
He pulled on the chain that was weaved around his wrist, tugging on the piercing in your hardened nipples and making you moan at the jolt of pleasant pain.
“You’re going to squirt for me, Poppy,” he announced with a tone of a victor who always got what he wanted.
“Matter of fact-” he unwrapped one of his arms from around your thigh to slide his palm over your ass and push your hips upward- “you’re going to squirt not only on my tongue, but all over my face. Shower me in it.”
Your fingers clenched around his horns, body curling down as you tried to ease the strain the chain pulled on your nipples. You shook your head in objection.
Ari didn’t argue with you. He pressed on your lower abdomen while thrusting two of his thick fingers into your dripping cunt and curling them against a spot that had you crying out obscenely. His thumb resumed the torture on your clit, replacing his tongue.
Which, in turn, he stuck out, eagerly catching each drop of your arousal.
“Come, little wife.” Ari grunted, pushing harder. “You always give me what I want, anyway. Gave me your cunt. Accepted piercings. Choked and fainted on my cock. Took my seed. You’ll squirt for me, too.”
You couldn’t help the moans that grew louder, pitched higher. Nor the way your hips pushed back onto his fingers, even though your thighs burned from effort.
Ari was right, you were going to come for him. You were going to embarrass yourself with perverse pleasure and squirt all over his face.
“That’s it, Poppy. Give it to me. Give it to your monster husband.” He urged. “It’s nothing, really. You’ll give me so much more in the future. More of your orgasms. More of your cries. All of your holes. More babies. Sweet milk leaking from your breasts.”
You wanted to scream at him to stop saying all those filthy things, because each was bringing you closer to the edge, turning you madder. Needier. You thought your minotaur had defiled you thoroughly when he took you that very first night, but each time he took you he proved there was no end to the desecration.
The only scream that left your throat was the high note of your climax that made your whole body shake and rain over the golden bull beneath you.
Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes
Mindless ghouls with lots of limbs to lose
Illusionists, contortionist,
Tightrope walkers tightening the noose
Here is my entry for the pile over on the @jojosartisticadventure Discord server. You may recognize this stand if you follow me over on the Jojo Amino (I haven’t been active on there in a while whoops lmao) but this is the stand of my JJBA OC, Flora Kazuki.
More info on this gal below the cut :D
Stand Name: Scaretale
Ability One: Sweet Dreams
When sleeping, the user is able to either slip into someone’s nightmares, specifically someone she cares about, or able to watch over a group or single person as they go about their day.
Ultimate Ability: Final Countdown
If used on any person, that person's consciousness will be brought to this kind of Dream-Like state, where the “victim” will face their worst fear at that moment in time. (Ex.: someone is afraid of heights). The help over hurt ratio of this ability is about 50:50.
