Imagine an Incubi with his legs chained up, lifting them high above his head and exposing his twitching hole to you.
He’s so needy for you, for your knot. He can’t help but wiggle his hips at you, trying to push his plush butt closer to your cock. He whines when he feels the tip of your dick against puckered hole, but the moment you move back, he starts crying.
Begging. Pleading for your thick dick. He just wants you to fuck him stupid, fuck him like he was some low life whore you picked up on the streets. Thats what he was built for.
Imagine ramming his tail into his hole. His tail is shaped like a penis, one thats so built for his body that it reaches all the good spots in his body. Gently rubbing your fingers across the base of the tail as it plunges deep within him.
His tongue lolls out of his mouth as his eyes roll back. Thick, white ropes shoot out onto his chest, coloring his perky nipples with a clear, white coating. He’s gasping, moaning like a slut in heat.
You tell him to fuck himself on his own tail. He can barely hear or process you, but he tries his best.
Imagine the Incubi fucking himself hard and fast on his tail. All you can hear is the slick sounds of his gummy hole, wet and dripping and his slick, slick liquids dripping all over his perky ass.
You can see his entire body bobbing up and down in sync with his pseudo-cock, the chains wrapped around his ankles clenching so tightly onto him.
Drools runs down his face as he pleads for you. Every time he tries to move closer to you, his tail moves farther into him and he ends up fucking himself faster and harder, until his hole feels numb and sticky.
Will you give in to his pleasure and fuck him full with your sperm? Or will you torture him more, make him shoot ropes all over his face from his own tail?
It’s your choice.
This fantasy has been stuck in my head for days. As I’m writing this, I shit you not, I had to pause 2 times because I kept cumming all over my hand from the imagery I was getting. I’m still shaking as I write this actually (lol)
I just want to ram my cock into some needy little incubi brat, make him stupid and only think about my dick. Suck me off in bathrooms, in public, etc etc. Need a little incubi bitch.
Nalas tail is sensitive. Not like full on hentai level sensitive where its esentially a non reproductive sex organ, but she can definitly feel Argus clenching on it and it does make her gasp.
Day 2 based on @kroas-adtam's delicious prompt list
Pairing: Phantom/Mountain
Words: 1,487
Phantom makes Mountain feel good
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Mountain is kneeling on the soft ground between the beds of roses in the middle of the greenhouse. His hooves are pressing gently into the earth, his bare knees darkened with dirt and spread apart inviting Phantom to stand between them. Mountain is completely naked, his body covered in soft hair, skin sunkissed and freckled. His long, soft hair is loose and flowing down his shoulders, and his antlers sprout up from a bed of wildflowers blossoming for Phantom, made more beautiful than ever by the current of quintessence coursing through every fibre of his very being. The gentle warmth of the greenhouse is caressing his skin, but Mountain doesn’t even notice his own nudity as he is staring reverently up into Phantom’s eyes above him.
He presses his face further into Phantom’s hand on his cheek and lets out a blissful little sigh.
Phantom smiles down at the big ghoul kneeling before him. He’s wearing his fancy black chapel slacks and nothing else. His bare hind paws are pressing gently into the insides of Mountain’s knees, helping him keep his legs spread open for him. Phantom loves how easily Mountain lets him move him to expose every little part of him, the free reign he has given him over his body and now also his mind.
Phantom brushes his thumb over Mountain’s cheekbone in soft, smooth strokes. He loves this face, this gentle, beautiful face marked by time with gorgeous lines and creases. He loves the pretty little spots of dark forrest, fern, and old moss green scattered across the lighter sage of his skin where the sun has kissed him during his many years working outside in her bright light. Phantom drags his hand up across Mountain’s face into his hair between his antlers, letting more of his magic seep into the big ghoul’s brain, taking over his mind and body completely.
“You’re so relaxed for me, sweet ghoul. You take me so well and all you feel is pleasure, there’s nothing here but me. Let yourself float for me, let me into each and every cell of your body, every secret part of your mind.”
Mountain moans, deep and guttural as his eyes glaze over and turn from their normal rich cinnamon brown to the deep purples streaked with shining galaxies that is Phantom’s soul. He’s aware enough to notice Phantom touching him, he is being allowed just enough access to his own consciousness that he sees his face in front of him and feels every little touch grazing his body. Nothing else exists and the quintessence humming inside every speck of his being reaches for Phantom, so that each second feels like a lifetime and each touch like the waves of an orgasm.
Phantom smiles a wicked little smile to himself as he lets Mountain’s mouth drop open, a little bit of drool gathering in its corner.
He loves this, loves this complete control he has right now. He could do anything he wants to Mountain, use him and alter him, and with just a blink of an eye convince him that in fact nothing has changed.
He has no desire to do any such thing. Mountain is perfect in every way, and all he ever wants to do to his beautiful beast of a ghoul is make him feel oh so very good.
Phantom brings his tail up to wipe the drool from Mountain’s chin, gathering it up with the spade. He slowly drags it down his throat, making sure to hit every single sweet spot as he leaves a wet trail behind. He flicks the very tip of the spade against the pretty little bruise he left yesterday right over Mountain’s pulse point, and is rewarded by a breathy little whimper.
He tugs a little on the hair gathered between his fingers, carefully pulling Mountain’s head back to expose more of his neck glistening with spit. Phantom trails his tail across the prominent collarbones, wide and strong, not unlike the antlers adorning his head. He ghosts over a nipple, smirking at the moan his actions elicit. Phantom can feel Mountain’s mind trying to will his body to push forward, lean into every touch, but completely unable as every fibre of him is bound in shackles of quintessence.
“Satanas, you’re so easy Mounty. You should see the way your muscles dance under your skin as I pet you with my tail. I’m not even using my hand to do more than hold your head up for you,” Phantom says with groan, feeling his cock kick against the zipper of his pants as Mountain drools down onto his own pretty tits. They too bear the marks of time, skin no longer as tight as it was, covered in a thick forest of slightly greying hair that only parts briefly for two beautiful silvery scars. His quintessence kisses against those lines, just under the skin, and Phantom almost cums untouched watching them light up just like Mountain’s eyes, with a reflection of his own soul.
The sticky mess between his own legs spurs Phantom on and he slides his tail down Mountain’s abdomen, briefly dipping into his belly button in cheap imitation of what they both really want and as a promise of pleasure to come, before finally reaching the dripping folds begging for attention.
“Ohh, you’re so wet my love. A drooling mess down here too,” Phantom coos. He uses his hind paws to spread Mountain’s legs impossibly wide while the spade of his tail laps agains his clit, the same way he so often licks him in the mornings. He teases around it, alternating between flicking against it hard and stroking the swollen bud gently. Phantom scratches lightly near the base of one of the antlers, and feels a deep shudder go through Mountain’s body as he rapidly approaches orgasm.
“Oh you’re such a good ghoul, pet, you can hold on a little longer.”
Phantom slides his tail away from Mountain’s clit, teasing his folds for a few seconds before the tip of his spade starts circling his wet hole. He groans deeply at the deliciously wet sound of his tail pushing further and further in.
“Fuck, would you look at that? Well, I suppose you can’t right now, can you? You’re a little tied up at the moment. Let me tell you then darling, how obscenely beautiful your dripping wet cunt looks with my tail sticking out of it. Ohh, you really like this huh? I can feel you. I’m not just inside your body, Mounty. I’m inside your mind. In fact-“
Phantom sends a spark of quintessence to Mountain’s body, a barely visible ball of swirling purple galaxies forming between his antlers before taking the shape of the spade of his tail. He sends it trailing down, following the same path his physical tail did just a little while ago, until it reaches his clit. The phantom spade starts lapping and gently tapping against the swollen bud, making Mountain let out a constant stream of little moans and whimpers.
“Did you know that the clit is quite large and you can play with it from inside your hole too? Of course you did. You’re so smart my Mountain, there’s nothing you don’t know,” Phantom says sweetly, leering down at his drooling mess of a ghoul.
He rubs the tip of his tail against that wonderful spot inside Mountain’s cunt, as if warming it up for a spanking. He can feel Mountain vibrating against the hold of his quintessence, so high on pleasure he’d be screaming if he could.
Phantom starts fucking his tail in and out of the drooling hole, making sure to hit the spot each time while maintaining a constant pressure on his clit. Fat tears are falling from Mountain’s eyes, and the prettiest, neediest moans escape his wet mouth. Phantom has to concentrate on not cumming yet, he wants to get Mountain there first. He grabs onto Mountain’s head with both hands, wrapping them around the base of his antlers and stares deeply into his eyes.
“Fuck Mounty, such a good ghoul for me. You ready to cum? Ready to float away properly, my love? I’m going to count back from three, and when I tell you to cum you’re gonna have the best orgasm of your life,” Phantom breathes into Mountain’s mouth. His tail starts hammering at that perfect spot inside his cunt, the quintessence projection lapping furiously at his clit.
“Three-“
Phantom leans closer, touching their noses together.
“Two-“
He releases his hold on Mountain’s vocal cords, letting the needy moans turn high pitched, desperate and loud.
“One-“
Phantom presses the spade of his tail flat against the wall of Mountain’s cunt, mirroring the action on his throbbing clit, and sends a rapid series of powerful sparks of quintessence through his tail while projecting the pleasure to each and every cell in Mountain’s body.
Kinktober Day 4: Xenophilia / Human Furniture / Tailfucking
Characters: Original characters (main character (implied human) using xe/xer; alien using tail for sex, MC uses it/its for it)
As always, minors DNI, it ain't legal for you to be here.
The alien curls around xem, its tail rubbing xer lips with a sensual slowness as its claws tilt xer chin up. Xe's not sure if xe're shaking with fear or arousal.
"Che-ka-ki," the alien chitters. Or something like that. It's all meaningless to xem, but it's clearly not to the alien, because it begins to poke its tail into xer lips more insistently, and even as xe desperately tries to keep their mouth closed the smooth angled tip finds its way inside, its lips soon forced to stretch around the girth of the tail. The alien's chittering has become less forceful, more like a coo; xe can only guess at what they're saying. Its tail starts to rub itself against its tongue, secreting some strange, sweet substance, and xe can't help just a tiny lick. It tastes like nothing xe's had before, and yet it still tastes good. Like the point of gorging xemself on some sugary dessert just before the sweetness turns sour.
Xe begins to lick and suckle on the end of the tail just to get more of that sweetness, xer fear forgotten in the face of the overwhelming sweetness. The alien's vocalizations seem--happy? Delighted, even. Much less aggressive. Its tail begins to move more insistently, shoving itself in and out of xer mouth, leaking more of that almost-sickly-sweetness onto xer tongue. It's almost like it's trying to fuck xer mouth with its tail.
Maybe xe would like that, xe thinks in xer addled state.
