Eat food from the underworld, get stuck there. Name a shifter, get a mate.
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You'd taken in three....overgrown, hairless ferrets?- that are also blue. You'd made protests, half-hearted but made all the same, as the tube-ish creatures followed you back from the park, chirping in unison indignation when you made a shoo-ing motion. They proceeded to rush through your front door and make themselves comfortable on individual cushions of your couch.
It only took a few hours to be certain of a few things.
The creatures shared a singular braincell. What one did, they all did. They slept at once, crowded a singular bowl at a time- you set three out for every meal- and when you walk around your home it's to the chorus of twelve paws padding after you. That is if they aren't flying.
While surprisingly dense, the creatures floated around your home forcing you to permanently shut off your ceiling fans and lock away breakables as a precaution.
A month of the creatures sharing your home and bed had passed before you made your final realization. While you are typically a heavy sleeper, the slide of a thick arm over your waist followed by being eased back into a solid, warm chest wakes you with a start.
Flinging away in a mess of sheets and kicking limbs, you land in heap on the floor, only finally making a sound around the scream lodged in your throat after you've hit the hardwood. Popping up from the floor you reach for the closest weapon, a heavy cane you leave near the nightstand. In rumpled pajamas, hair a nest, you stand atop your blankets with your chest heaving and eyes wild. In your bed sits your three boys looking back with dimly glowing eyes.
"Oh no. No, no. Change back!" You wave the end of the cane in their direction refusing to fall for the cute little head tilts. They chirp and paw at the air for several long moments before finally giving up the ruse.
In the blink an eye the three creatures merge into a singular blue, naked shifter. He has the grace to look apologetic, ruined by him using your pillow to cover his stiff, leaking cock. Every occurrence of changing and bathing with six eyes trained in your direction flits through your mind and you hold the cane more threateningly as your cheeks flame. "Explain yourself!"
"I'm sorry," he says instead, voice much deeper than the chirps your used to, "I didn't mean to wake you." You whack the hand slowly reaching for your weapon, the metal handle earning you a yelp and a calculating look you were familiar seeing those yellow eyes crinkle into.
You scream when he lunges for you and, despite your blanket heap, you skirt the initial move, but he's quick. The shifter collects you in one wide hand, the other wrestling the cane from your grasp. "I can't nibble but you can hit? Bad girl." The brush of his breath along your neck has you stiffening and low in your belly warming. The whisper of his warm lips draws a whine. "I chose you when I followed you home. You chose me when you named me."
It didn't matter that you were tricked, thinking you were naming a pet, the magic worked all the same tying you together as mates. Mav, Air, and Ick are now Maverick.
You grumble incessantly about being tricked, mainly due to your new bound mate being so devoted to making up for the scheme he could find no shame in with his flat nose pressed to your clit and his tongue circling your wet cunt. You relished in the shame his amused chuckle brought as you whine and try pressing down deeper on the tail in your tightest ring.
Going to a Halloween party hosted in a church while dressed as a nun, you expected to get shit-faced and have some fun. You didn’t expect to get approached by a man whispering sweet nothings. But who were you to complain? You came to have fun, after all. Except, this man turned out to be anything but that - a man.
CW: Corruption(attempt), cunnilingus, breeding, slight religious themes
Word Count: 7948
Heavily breathing, your back was plastered to the thick and cold stone wall, your eyes wide as you clutched your hands at your heart - a feeble defense from what was in front of you.
The man - no, creature - skulked in front of you, his eyes calculating and slightly devious.
When he’d come up to you before, you just thought he was in costume for Halloween, just like you were - spouting honeyed words, whispering appealing promises in your ear; just another partygoer who seemed to have the same interests as you. But once he took you aside, trapped you in this abandoned part of the church, you realised it was more than that. His appearance wasn’t just a costume, it was truly monstrous.
Horns sprouted from the top of his head, angled back and twisting slightly near the end. His arms up to past the elbow looked as if they were dipped in ink, ending in claws, poised and ready - for what you didn’t know. Clothes were almost fully absent from his body, save for the cloth around his waist, tied to him via a thin strap running over one shoulder. All of that was superficial though, compared to the thin devil-tail slowly swishing and curling behind him, as well as the talon-like feet he sported, equally appearing dipped in ink. Almost animalistic in their shape.
“You’re so scared.” The creature observed, almost tutted, and your breathing sped up even more, causing him to take a step forward. In reaction, you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for something to happen: a final blow, agonising pain, anything. What you instead got, was a clawed hand grasping your chin, tilting your head up straight. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
His fingers were warm on your skin, his grip strong as you couldn’t even move your head a millimeter. Slowly, you dared peel your eyes open, met with vibrant, hellfire eyes watching your every move.
“…What do you want?” Your voice was but a whisper, a plea for your life even, too scared to speak up louder.
“You.”
His hand released your chin, his nails no longer digging into your cheeks as he instead traced the column of your neck with his index finger, his eyes following the motion.
“M-Me? My soul?” You were breathless, feeling the sharp claw run over your clothed windpipe, too scared to move, but the creature scoffed.
“I’m no demon. I don’t deal in souls. What I need is far more… carnal.”
He had moved on to playing with the hood of your nun outfit, his eyes following the movements of his fingers until you spoke again. “What… what do you want then?”
“Turn away from your god and give in to me. Do that and I’ll leave you alone.”
He spoke that in all seriousness, a stoic and determined look on his face before he leaned forward, forcing you into a kiss.
You squeaked, grabbing his head as you immediately felt his tongue - way longer than it should be - slipping into your mouth that was still open from confusion and shock.
Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, his hands landing on your hips as he kissed you. His long tongue ran through your mouth, curling around your own and massaging it before letting go in favour of plunging as deep as it could.
You almost felt like just a vessel to his ministrations, merely stuck to let him move his lips against yours.
Gagging softly on his tongue, he finally pulled away, allowing you to breathe.
Pulling your hand up, you launched it towards his face but right before it could make contact with his cheek, he gripped your wrist.
“That’s unbecoming of you, Sister.”
Sister? Finally his words were starting to make sense in your head. Sister, God, carnal. He thought you were an actual nun. So that means, whatever he was, he was after the church?
While you were in thought he leaned close again, forcing a little surprised noise from your throat as you pushed further back into the wall behind you.
“Let me pleasure you right here. Defile you in front of your God.”
Swallowing heavily, you were stuck looking at him. He… he wasn’t bad to look at honestly. His face was handsome even, his jawline sharp, good cheekbones, he even had pretty lashes. The longer you waited, the closer he gravitated towards you, pressing his body to yours and you placed your hands on his chest in a faux attempt to push him away, only making you blush as you felt the ridges and bumps of his muscles.
It was pretty clear what he was after. Yet as you looked at him, you turned less and less afraid. If he was after a nun, maybe it wasn’t so bad to play the part. You were planning to get shitfaced anyways at the Halloween party and this was basically a one night stand, no strings attached. He said it himself that he’d leave.
“You’ll… leave after?” You asked, now partly acting though it was mostly sincere.
“I won’t step foot in this church again.”
“O-Okay.” You breathed a little shaky, nervous about what you were agreeing to.
It increased tenfold when a wicked glint appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. Out of nowhere, bat-like wings shot out from behind him, blocking out all light from hitting you and your eyes widened in fear. Shooting forward, the small fingers on top pinned your wrists to the wall behind you, all the while the creature lifted you up against the wall by your thighs, your face now level with his while he pressed his pelvis into yours.
“Wait-“ You panicked but a squeeze to your thigh shut you up.
“Stop squirming. They’ve been there this entire time, it’s your fault for not noticing them folded up on my back.”
“N-No, that’s not it. You’re- H-Here?!” Your breathing sped up, in fact very much lying about it not being the wings. You struggled a little, attempting to pull your wrists free, but despite the thin and flimsy look of the tiny black claws, barely fitting around your wrists, their strength was unmatched.
“No one is here, no one is coming here. Would you rather we do it in your communal hall?” There was a teasing tone to his voice and you bit your lip, closing your eyes.
You honestly would rather be in your bed at home doing this, but that would probably give away you’re not really a nun and who knows what happens then. You won’t get laid, that’s for sure. “N-No.”
“Good.” Guiding your legs around his waist, you knew what he wanted and locked them around him, pulling him closer. “Stop being so scared. There’s only one thing I’m after and you’ll like it.” He whispered that in your ear, pulling back to give you a view of his face as you blushed deeply. With that, he pushed his hands under your clothes.
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Gasping, you kept your face buried in his shoulder, trying to contain your moans as he pumped into you.
Your back was scraping against the wall but you couldn’t care less, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you. He was filling up every single part of you, his dick stretching you out beyond anything you’ve ever had.
“Please, god, f-“
“Don’t go pleading to Him now.” The creature chuckled breathily, his breathing laboured as he re-gripped the arm holding you up. “Call my name instead. Azalar.”
Despite everything going on, you were too scared to say his name, afraid it might do more than just be his name. Noticing your silent refusal, he slammed into you harshly, forcing a moan from you before you buried your face in his shoulder again to mute yourself, leaving him to huff in twisted amusement.
The corruption he was enacting was only second to the pleasure for Azalar, every moan and jolt and squeeze around his member from you feeding him.
You were taking him so well, merely moaning and holding on to him like a good doll and slowly but surely, the incubus fell addicted.
Every push of his hips to yours, every pull back, only to bottom out again. Your body’s little jolts, the way you were drooling into his skin, how your arms struggled to break free from his wings, your fingers twitching to grab something. All of it was gathering in a warm pit in his stomach, his laboured breathing turning to panting. He’d never felt anything like this before.
Thrusting faster, your slick dripped down from how wet you were and finally he released your wrists. Instantly, your hands shot forward to hug around him, your nails digging into his back with one hand while the other shot into his hair, quickly latching onto a horn and pulling.
Forced to angle his head backwards by your pulling, a snarl left him, exposing the sharper canines he sported, all the while his wings wrapped around your back, softening the friction against the wall as you were pulled even closer.
“I can’t-!” You begged, curling your toes as you slowly reached the orgasm you had been trying to stave off for so long.
“Let go. Give in to me.” Azalar growled, his hips snapping into yours and with that you couldn’t take it.
You came hard as you put your hand in front of your mouth to muffle yourself, pulling his horn back. Azalar growled as you did, not slowing his thrusts down in the slightest as he fucked you through your orgasm.
And it wouldn’t be for another two before he reached his own peak, spilling deep inside of you with a satisfied groan while you were an exhausted mess, slumped against him.
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Panting to catch his breath, the incubus released one hand from you to slick his hair back between his horns before wrapping it back under your ass, still buried balls deep within you, his spend starting to leak out.
“F…uck.”
Chuckling briefly at your profanity muttered into his skin, Azalar sliced through the material covering your neck, nosing at your now exposed skin as he softly pressed kisses to it, latching on not long after and sucking his mark.
You whimpered a little and just to be cruel, the fiend pinched your clit, making you clench around the flesh still buried inside.
“Not so bad, was it?” He hummed after letting go, satisfied to see the large bruise forming.
Not getting an answer, the creature huffed a bit in annoyance. Did he really fuck your brains out that much?
Unfurling his wings from you, he folded them to his back, letting your legs down from his waist as he slowly sat you back on your legs. “Stand on your own now, come on.” Following his command, you shakily put your weight back on your legs instead of hanging on him, a little whine leaving you when the incubus dragged his cock out of you. “Don’t worry.” He hummed, his hands making their way under your dress before it could fall down in order to grasp your panties, swiftly pulling them up and snug to your hips. “You’re going to carry around my cum for a little while longer.”
True to his word, you could feel your panties getting soaked with his spend as it leaked out of you, yet the thick, frothy substance was unable to go anywhere with how tightly the devil had pulled your panties up.
“Take those off before the day is done and our agreement is off. I want you to feel your sin.” Azalar stepped closer to you, pinning you to the wall with his body. “Feel as it settles here-“ His hand placed on your stomach, a blush making its way on your tired face. “-Feel how I have claimed you, here.” His hand slid down, instead sliding back and forth over the flat of your soaked panties, before pushing when he glid over your entrance, lightly pushing his finger inside you, panty and all. “Understood?”
“Under-Understood.” You swallowed, a calm washing over the incubus before you as he cupped your face suddenly. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours and - though surprised - you closed your eyes, kissing back.
His hand retreated from your face and once his lips moved away and you opened your eyes, he was gone.
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The rest of the night, you stood in the corner. You felt like the scum of the earth. Not only did you have sex in a church, you had sex in a church with what you could only describe as a minor devil. And now you were standing in said church, the devil’s cum stuffed in you, leaking into your panties.
You had to lie to everyone who asked about the tear in your costume by your neck and the bruise behind it, saying your costume got caught and you accidentally ripped it open.
Once it was finally time to go home, you never walked home so fast. It was 1am by the time you got there, closing your door behind you and slumping into it, sliding to the floor.
“Fuck…” You groaned, kicking off your shoes before removing the nun hood, turning it around in your hold to look at the tear in it.
Sitting for a few seconds, staring at it, you eventually sighed deep, throwing it to the side. “Worth it.”
Getting up, you groaned as you felt the gross feeling in your panties, quickly making your way upstairs.
Lifting the costume off of yourself, you sighed in relief. It was fun, but the thing was hot and tight and finally getting it off felt like a godsend.
Standing in just your bra and your panties, you made your way to your bathroom. It was the middle of the night but you couldn’t go to sleep this filthy.
Taking off your bra, you then started reaching down for your panties, only to stop once you held the hem.
You made a deal. He told you to wear your panties until, what was it? The end of the day?
Stopping dead in your tracks, a dread took hold of you. You… couldn’t remember properly. Did he say until the end of the day or did he say a whole day? You didn’t even know what time it was when you- Should you risk it?
Pacing back and forth a bit, in the end, your panties were just getting too uncomfortable, and the thought of sleeping with it was just too much to bear.
Taking your panties off, you instantly threw them in the bin, stepping into the shower and washing all the grime and filth off of yourself before finally getting ready for bed.
Crawling inside, your head hadn’t hit the pillow for more than ten seconds before you were already asleep.
- - - -
Sighing deeply, you pushed yourself further into your pillow before sleepily blinking your eyes open.
A scream ripped from your throat as you noticed the figure standing in the dark of your room, illuminated by the moonlight. You scrambled to get back, pushing yourself into the corner of the wall as far as you could while staying on your bed.
You were pushing back and back and back but started to slow down when you noticed the figure wasn’t moving any closer, nor saying anything.
In an action that may be stupid, you lunged over your bed towards your nightstand, clicking on the light you had there before shooting back as the room became illuminated.
“You done?”
The familiar voice made you widen your eyes and slowly look up, now properly getting his appearance. “Y-You?”
Azalar remained silent as he looked down at you, his arms crossed over his chest, creating a contrast with the inky flesh of his arms and the ‘normal’ colour of his torso.
“W-What are you doing here?” You trembled.
It had been a week. Why was he here?!
Instead of saying something, the devil leaned closer. “How about instead of ‘What are you doing here?’ you ask ‘What are you?’.” He smirked while you leaned back, your personal space invaded.
Too scared to do anything else, you obliged. “W-What are you?”
Putting his hands on the bed on either side of you, he leaned even closer until you were a small ball cowering in the corner, his torso hanging over you. “Pissed. That’s what I am.”
Your eyes widening, you started trembling, knowing he had found you out and had come for revenge.
Seeing your shaking form however, the devil rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so scared, I told you before, didn’t I? I won’t hurt you.” Pulling back, he stood up straight again, re-crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s my own fault for not noticing.”
“What?” You blubbered. “S-So, you don’t mind that I-?”
“Took advantage of the opportunity?” The devil curled his lips in what seemed like disgust, snarling a bit which made your heart speed up in fright. “Oh no, I mind that. Like I said, I’m pissed off.” He snarled further, glaring down at you before he let up, slicking his hair back between his horns again to calm himself down. “Fortunately, I like you.”
“W-We had an agreement. You said you’d leave me be. T-The fact that I wasn’t what you thought I was shouldn’t affect the deal, cause that- that was your mistake!” You awkwardly made your point and the incubus only leaned in close again, his face neutral as he looked back and forth between your eyes in silence for an uncomfortably long while.
“Clever little one, aren’t you?” He scoffed eventually before leaning back up. You sighed in relief, until you looked at his face and saw the tiniest of uptilt in his lip. “Our agreement is not off, you’re right in that. I won’t ever step foot in that church again.”
Your eyes widening, the fiend cruelly chuckled at your realisation. “What are you going to do to me?”
“To you? Nothing.” He hummed, his tail swishing behind him. “With you? Well I was hoping for another good fuck.”
“What?” You squeaked.
Huffing out in amusement, he leaned in, placing his hands on either side of you on the bed again, leaning in close until his lips were grazing the shell of your ear. “I’ve seen your thoughts- your dreams of me.” He muttered, the smirk he sported almost audible. “Don’t be annoying, stop denying it.”
“I-I never-“
“I said stop denying it.” He growled, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Grabbing you, he instantly pulled you towards himself before turning to the left and pinning you to the foot of your bed. “I’m an incubus, you really think any lewd thought pertaining to me goes by me?”
You squeaked softly, your hands covering your chest as you noticed his tail swishing behind him in annoyance. “I’m sorry.”
Clicking his tongue, he let go of you, instead placing his hands back on the bed. “A verbal apology does nothing for me. You know what I want.”
Your breathing speeding up slightly, you looked up and down his body before swallowing nervously. “But what if I don’t want it?” You whispered and at that, the devil suddenly pulled back, his face losing its edge as he calmly looked down.
“Then I’ll wait until you do.” Calmly moving his hand, he placed it under your chin, wary of his claws as he slightly tilted it up, seemingly analysing your face. “I’m not evil, if that’s what you’re thinking. I won’t do what you don’t want.”
His sudden calm words caused a blush to form on your face, one which he saw, making him smirk a bit. “Does my kindness surprise you, Sister?”
“I’m not a nun.” You mumbled and his eyes narrowed at that.
“Good, I needed to hear you say it. Doll then.” He calmly spoke. “Don’t mistake it for kindness. It’s general decency. Even we Incubi have certain rules we uphold.” He smirked while looking into your eyes.
“What happens if you break them?” You mumbled, your mouth a bit dry.
At that, he sat back a bit. “The high lords break us.” His tone was matter of fact and you suddenly felt uncomfortable for asking.
Suddenly, your eyes widened slightly as something started curling around your leg. Looking down, you noticed the black shape of his tail, thin and dexterous, slowly snake around your calve, moving up.
“You need to make a decision soon, little one. I won’t stay on this plane forever.”
Hearing him utter those words, you looked up, straight into his eyes. “Okay. To apologise for tricking you.”
The corners of his mouth quirked up as his eyes narrowed smugly, satisfaction radiating from him as he lowered himself over you. “Good.”
With that, he tilted his head and attached his lips to yours.
There was no gentle start as he instantly moved his lips hungrily, his hands landing on your waist and squeezing as he devoured you, leaving you barely able to breathe through your nose even.
A little squeak left you, causing the devil to hum lowly, opening his eyes to gaze at you through half lidded eyes in the kiss.
Breaking apart moments after, his tongue snaked out as he swiped it over the seam of your lips, making your eyes widen as he already moved his head down, burying his face against your throat where he started marking your skin.
“Azalar-“
“So you do remember my name?” The incubus smirked as he spoke against your throat, instantly going back to sucking and biting, all the while your heart skipped a beat in panic.
You said his name, you didn’t think. You’d been so caught up in his touch that you didn’t think before you spoke. “I-“
“Relax. I told you before; I’m not a demon. Nor am I a fae. Names have no hold or use here.” Pulling back from your neck, the devil looked into your eyes. “For someone who’s agreed to have sex for the second time, you’re awfully distrusting.”
“What do you expect?” You countered, looking away to the side, but Azalar was having none of that as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.
“I have been nothing but honest in every word I’ve said. My intentions are clear. You’re the only one resorting to trickery.”
“I-It was one thing!” You sputtered, making the creature scoff.
“Honest one out of two times, good job.” As he said that, his hand travelled down and pushed into your crotch.
Squeaking, you snapped your legs shut but the leathery wings on his back unfolded again, the small claws shooting down onto your thighs as he forced them open.
“Stay put now.” There was a mocking tone to his voice, his face lowering back to yours as his unnaturally long tongue crept out again, tracing your jawline. “Let me erase any fear you have for now.”
With those words, he slowly lowered down your body, his hands trailing down your sides where he glid his thumbs underneath your shirt, starting to hike it up.
Exposing your flesh for himself, he hummed as he put his lips on your skin, feeling the softness of your stomach.
“If you value any of these clothes I suggest you take them off before I do.” Growling that out, the devil gently bit at your skin, allowing you to feel the sharper canines he held.
Swallowing, you obeyed and took off your clothes, Azalar pulling back only a little bit to allow you room to do so.
The moment you pulled off your underwear, he placed his clawed hands on your legs, pushing them back down straight on the bed before letting his touch trail up, his fingerpads squeezing and taking every fiber of you in.
“You don’t know what you did to me.” Growling that out, he held the tops of your thighs, squeezing firmly, his sharp nails lightly pressing at your flesh. “We incubi feed off sex.” Breathing, he lowered his head, getting down on his stomach between your legs, his eyes locked with yours. “We need it to survive. To settle our hunger.” Slowly, he moved his hands, slipping them underneath your knees before curling up around the outside and pressing down on top of your thighs, pinning you in a stronger grip.
“Yet you, you left me more hungry than when I came in.”
With those words, he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around your cunt and pushing his tongue through your folds, teasing your clit instantly.
Gasping, you jolted your hips, but his tight grip refused you from moving even an inch. Looking down, your eyes were wide as you watched the devil’s head settle between your legs, his horns menacing and dangerous while his long tongue worked your heat. “F-Fuck-“
Huffing out in amusement, the incubus glanced up at you, his tongue not slowing down as he tasted you, your arousal coating his tastebuds and making him grow heated. He felt his tail swish every time your arousal coated his tongue, his wings twitching, begging to pin you down, feel your warmth. Everything about you made him feral.
“Az-“ You didn’t get any further as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. Gasping out, you weren’t sure whether a moan underlined that or not but your mouth fell open as you felt the slender appendage push its way into your cunt, further and further, your face flushed as you felt how deep it went. You knew his tongue was longer than average, but this was something else entirely.
Watching your reaction closely, Azalar felt his lips twitch before he started thrusting his tongue in and out.
One wing releasing from his back, he placed it on your thigh, keeping it pinned down while his hand was now free to stretch forward, placing itself on your pelvis. His thumb reached down to rest just above your clit and with a little pressure, he pulled the skin back taut, allowing Azalar to slip his tongue in easier.
Moaning out, your hands were gripped tightly in the sheets of your bed, your eyes rolling back as they closed, completely focused on the feeling the incubus was giving you. His tongue, reaching so deep inside you, was pushing into every wall every time he pulled back, only to push back in just the same.
Unable to help yourself, the pleasure was slowly beginning to grow, an orgasm starting to make its way through the back of your mind and to the forefront quicker than you thought possible.
Suddenly, he pulled his tongue out completely and you opened your mouth to whine, only for that to instantly devolve into a moan when he instead wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard.
Crying out at the sharp jolt of pleasure, your hand shot down, latching onto one of his horns, quickly followed by your other hand. For a moment, Azalar stuttered, but then he unwrapped his arm from your thigh, bringing his hand down to push two fingers into your tight cunt.
Squeezing your eyes shut, his continuous sucking on your clit had you a moaning mess, your skin turning hot as a tightening feeling pressed into your abdomen. “A-Azalar, don’t stop-!” You begged, squeezing his horns tight, pulling his face closer to your crotch by them, yet suddenly a moan ripped from the incubus.
Your eyes shooting open in surprise, you looked down to see Azalar staring up at you with a dark look, his lips released from your clit while his fingers continued to softly pump into you. “Careful what you touch, doll.”
Swallowing nervously, you quickly let go of his horns, only for his left wing to shoot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling it back to his horn, making you wrap your hand back around it. “What?”
“You’ve started it now, you can’t let go.” He whispered huskily, his eyes drilling into yours in a way that made you clench around his fingers.
Humming at the feeling, he started to scissor the digits, pumping them in and out of you for a moment before he leaned back down, wrapping his tongue around your clit in a flexibility that made you whimper before he enveloped the bud in his lips again, sucking while his tongue moved, squeezing and rocking your clit gently.
Your back arching, your hand automatically tugged on his horn again, earning a growl from the fiend that sent vibrations bursting into your gut, a heat creeping up your neck as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hips wanting to shift but impossible to thanks to his tight hold.
“Azalar, please!” You begged for release as you looked down, the incubus pushing a third finger into your cunt, still sucking your clit while looking up into your eyes. ‘Cum then.’ He didn’t need to say the command out loud for you to understand.
Panting quickly, all it took was Azalar spreading his fingers inside your walls, rubbing the sensitive flesh before you couldn’t take it. With a sharp moan, your back arched as your orgasm burst loose, your walls contracting spastically around his fingers while he kept sucking your clit, prolonging the feeling and stopping exactly when it started to borderline on overstimulation.
Panting, you came down from your high and slumped, looking down at Azalar and apologetically letting go of his horn that you must have squeezed to death just now.
“Good girl.” The incubus smirked as he pulled back from your clit, his fingers pulling out of you replaced by his tongue as he greedily licked up your cum.
“Fuck, I haven’t orgasmed like that in-“
“I can tell.” Azalar hummed, leaning up. “People don’t treat you right, hm?” He teased as he slowly moved to hover his body over you. “But I didn’t tell you to let go, doll.”
Furrowing your brows for just a second, your eyes then glided up to his horns and you understood, shyly reaching up to take hold of both horns again. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s a good girl.” He grinned, bringing his soaked hand up and licking it clean right in front of your face. “Are you ready for me?”
Looking down, you felt your cheeks burn as you watched the devil, completely uncovered, his erection hard and prominent. Yet, something was different.
While before, his cock was something you’d recognise, now it was completely different. Thicker, an inky black fading to flesh colour just like his other limbs, with what seemed like scaled sections running down, the points of those sections pointed towards the base.
Watching your face, the fiend laughed cruelly, cupping your jaw. “It fit before, it will again.”
“B-But it’s-“
“I figured I could leave behind the alteration spell today. Given you are not a nun, I have no more fear of scaring you away. You let me take you knowing full well what I was before. And now I want to take you naturally.” He growled, leaning his face down and nipping at your jugular. “Agreed? You can trust me. It won’t be that different.”
At his words, your eyes glanced up at him again and you squeaked slightly when you felt him put the head to your entrance.
Swallowing nervously, you then nodded and Azalar hummed lowly in appreciation, starting to push his cock into you.
Your breath hitching, you grit your teeth as you felt the head push inside, followed right by the first section, a foreign feeling yet feeling so similar as he continued to enter.
Panting softly as he felt your walls squeeze him, Azalar stopped halfway in, huffing out a little groan. “You need to relax, doll, otherwise I won’t fit.”
Whimpering, you looked down, already feeling fuller than last week, yet seeing how he was barely halfway in, your body tightened up even more in nervousness, your hold on his horns tightening.
“F…uck-“ Azalar groaned, leaning forward as his hands landed on your hips, lifting you up so that your ass was hovering over the bed. “Stop squeezing so much.” He hissed, putting his forehead to yours, slightly askew so that your noses ran next to each other. “Come on, doll, for me.”
“Sorry, so sorry.” You whispered apologetically, your eyes squeezed shut as you took some loaded breaths, trying to relax your nerves and body.
“I won’t hurt you.”
It wasn’t the words itself that made you shoot your eyes open, instead it was the way he whispered them, pressing a kiss below your eye before moving to the other.
“Let me pleasure you.” He continued, still in a whisper, his hands now massaging your hips, your muscles slowly relaxing, allowing the fiend to slip into you just a little more. “There you go, good girl.” He smiled, pulling back from your face a little bit, only to then press his head forward and push his lips to yours.
Replacing his hands on your hips with his wings, you felt his tail wrap around your leg while his hands travelled up, cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, moving his lips passionately with yours, coaxing your mouth to open so that he could slip his tongue in.
You tasted yourself as he helped himself to every inch, your hands on his horns pulling his face even closer, earning a groan from him, his hips bucking forward, pushing even more of his cock into your tight cunt.
Moaning softly as you felt the otherworldly cock enter you, you couldn’t help but focus on everything about Azalar that wasn’t human, and more importantly, because of the reaction he just gave.
Curious, you squeezed one of his horns again, feeling his left wing that was holding your ass in the air twitch.
Groaning softly as Azalar pushed just a little further in, his lips still attached to yours, you slowly started pumping your hand up and down his horn.
Almost in an immediate reaction, the tail wrapped around your leg tightened while Azalar sunk further into you, his kiss turning sloppy while you sped up, rubbing up and down the one horn.
Unable to stop himself, the incubus moaned as he bucked his hips sharply, pushing the last inch of his cock into your cunt, stuffing you to the brim while you continued to rub the hardened material on his skull.
“Fuck, doll-!” Moaning into the kiss, Azalar grinded down into you, spearing you on his dick as you pumped his sensitive horn, pleasure blooming in his gut.
Finally breaking the kiss, he kept his face pushed to yours, panting into the skin of your cheek while you got him off via his horn.
He didn’t think you’d figure out so quickly those were sensitive.
“Does it feel good?” You whispered and Azalar shot his eyes open, suppressing another groan as he trailed his hands down to squeeze and hold your breasts.
“You’re smarter than you look.” He panted, lifting his face up to look at you, only to gasp softly as you squeezed hard at the base. “Fucking hell!” He bucked his hips again, growling in frustration. He didn’t want to move yet, feeling how tight you were, knowing you weren’t adjusted to his size yet, his cock packed up right against your cervix.
Opening his mouth to speak, all of that went out the window when your other hand joined him on his other horn. Double stimulated, Azalar cursed in a language you hadn’t heard before, his hands gripping your waist with a bruising grip, his cock twitching inside you.
Feeling that, you lowered your intensity, moving to let go, only for Azalar to glare at you. “Don’t you dare let go. Keep going.” It was an order, not a beg and with wide eyes, you bit your lip and nodded.
Stroking his horns, squeezing at the base and tips, Azalar devolved into a groaning mess, trying to keep himself from bucking his hips as his orgasm neared.
“Fuck, keep going-!” He groaned out, nipping and biting at your neck and shoulder, his nails turning more dangerous as well as he squeezed your waist, lightly scratching.
Growling, Azalar couldn’t contain himself, bucking his hips forward harshly as he felt himself about to blow.
“Doll-!!” He moaned as you squeezed at the base of both his horns at the same time, his jaw opening as he sank his teeth into your neck, groaning out lowly as you suddenly felt a hot rush of cum spurt into you.
Gasping at the pain from his bite and the feeling, you whimpered, the incubus wrapping his arms around your waist as he held you close, panting as he rode his orgasm, pumping your insides full with load after load of cum, his growls low through his teeth as he stayed put.
It wasn’t until a full twenty seconds later that he finally seemed to run empty, his hips no longer twitching while he slowly let go of the bite, looking as blood dotted your skin from it.
“That hurt.” You whispered, looking up at him and for a moment, a look of regret washed over his face.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled your name, kissing where he just bit, the flat tip of his tail rubbing apologetically up and down your leg. “You did for me, what I did for you. I got carried away.”
Panting softly, you finally properly let go of his horns, bringing your hands to your chest. “Oh, well I’m glad.” You blushed, looking to the side.
Tutting softly, Azalar reached out, his hand gripping your chin as he turned it to face himself. “No one has ever figured out that my horns hold the same nerves as my cock. No one but you.”
Blushing even harder, you felt Azalar’s wings - which had been holding your lower half aloft this entire time - put you down on the bed, his hips shifting so that he could move with it, still buried to the hilt inside you, plugging up his cum.
“So… that must’ve given you plenty right?”
Tilting his head, Azalar looked at you. “To feed?” You nodded at his question, yet shrunk when the man chuckled. “Oh no, doll. I don’t feed off myself. I feed off of you. And one orgasm definitely isn’t enough. I think I’ve given you plenty of time to recover, hm?” He smugly asked, rolling his hips as he did.
Gasping, only now did you notice he was still just as hard as he was before, his orgasm doing nothing for him.
Almost as if he could read your mind, the incubus lowered his face to yours. “I won’t be spent until I’m satisfied and fed, doll. I can go for a while.”
Biting your lip, Azalar rolled his hips again, testing the waters to see how ready you were, his cock a considerable size thicker and even longer than your first time. Your mouth cutely parted in a gasp and the fiend hummed, folding his wings back to his back as he firmly moved his hands to hold your hips, his thrusts slowly starting up.
Before, you had only felt him enter, yet now, those sections on his cock seemed to actively work to keep him from pulling out, flaring up and dragging over your walls in a way that made all the breath escape your lungs. “O-Oh fuck, Azalar!” You whined, earning a grin from the incubus.
“There we go. You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking of this.” He hummed, properly starting to thrust into you, picking up a comfortable pace.
Smirking down at you, his right hand moved down to where he was stuffed inside you, his wing replacing his hold so that he could keep thrusting.
“Look at you. You’re stretched around me, taking me so well. You were born for this, weren’t you? To take my cock?” He praised, placing his thumb on your clit and expertly starting to rub the little bud.
“N-No, I’m… I’m-!” You tried to form a sentence, looking down at where he was looking too, watching the base of his cock slap into your pelvis over and over while his thumb ignited a fire inside you. “Gods!”
“You worship multiple now?” Azalar grinned, pleasure coursing through his body, your own radiating into him, making his energy spike.
“No-“ You whimpered, whining loudly when he suddenly roughly thrust into you, his pace picking up as he fucked you.
Your poor cunt felt like an overstimulated mess, his cock’s ridges roughly pulling on your walls every time he pulled out, only to feel like he pushed further in than he was before, his thumb stimulating your clit, harshly pressing down one moment, only to be featherlight the next. He was playing with you, in every sense of the word, and you didn’t mind it one bit.
His thrusts turning somewhat slower but hard, Azalar slammed into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every move, his ears twitching at your desperate sounds, his pace perfect as he leaned down and kissed you, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth.
Languidly pumping in and out of you, you were a moaning mess, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, his hair, even his wings, just searching for anything to properly anchor yourself that wasn’t his horns.
Yet Azalar was experiencing wholly different emotions. With his eyes closed, he rocked into you, little grunts leaving him with every slow but deep thrust, your slick coating every part of his member, aiding the back and forth slide the incubus was doing. He was taking in every part he could have you.
He’d never had the same woman twice, it was strange. He’d never wanted to be close to anyone he fed off after the act, so why were you different? Why was it he hadn’t been able to think of anything but fucking you full again since he left you? Why was the squeeze of your walls around his cock so so so much better than anything he’d felt before?
Frustrated by his own emotions and lack of answer to them, Azalar pulled back from the kiss, a whine leaving your throat as he sat up on his haunches, his hands moving to grip the underside of your knees, swiftly pushing them into your chest as he pinned you there, quickly pushing what had slipped out of his cock back in.
“You’re my pretty little plaything. My doll.” He hummed, starting his pace back up, a little faster now as he hit deeper at this different angle, your breath hitching as his cock rubbed against your g-spot.
“W-Wait-“ You moaned, your hands holding onto his shoulders in your desperation, your poor cunt feeling battered from his harsh thrusts.
Raising an eyebrow, Azalar grunted as he thrust into you before stopping, your eyes widening as he looked down at you, his thumb still rolling over your clit. “Yes, doll?”
“No, I didn’t mean-“
“I bet you didn’t.” The incubus smirked, grabbing your hands with his free one and pinning them above your head while his wings held your legs to your chest. “I can feel how tight you clench around me, how much you want this. You want to cum, don’t you?” He hummed, his thumb ever present, stimulating your poor clit.
“Y-Yes! I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” You begged, earning a little groan from Azalar as he rocked his hips.
“Good girl.” Sighing softly, he started his thrusts back up, beginning slow yet rapidly losing himself as he sped up, his eyes closed as he solely focused on your body. “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned.
You yourself weren’t doing any better, struggling to not squirm while he pinned every part of you, leaving you vulnerable. Something about having a literal devil on top of you, using every part of his body to pin you down and overpower you, to please you, it worked to make your cunt drip.
Panting, his chest rising up and down rapidly, the incubus looked down, groaning at the frothy ring around his cock, the evidence of his and your arousal visible and slick, causing him to pump his hips harder.
“Shit, you better cum soon, doll.” He groaned, doubling his efforts on your clit, feeling how every thrust into your cunt made your sensitivity grow, the heat pooling in your abdomen flaring.
“I’m close.” You nodded, looking up at him, his body pristine and perfect, not a drop of sweat on him while you yourself felt like a mess, his cock dragging through your walls, claiming you in and out as you lay there, folded in half by the powerful being on top of you.
“Cum for me.” Growling your name, Azalar pounded into you, chasing his own high while he pressed down on your clit, sensing your orgasm.
“Fuck!” Moaning out, you arched your back, feeling yourself teeter on the edge before one final thrust sent you over, a moan ripping from your throat as your cunt clenched around the large intrusion, trying to milk the incubus for all he was worth as you came.
“There we go, that’s it…” Muttering to himself, Azalar panted as he continued thrusting, the squeeze of your pussy making him want to shake as he slammed into you once, twice more before stilling, moaning low as his orgasm washed over him.
Keeping you pinned in the mating press, Azalar pumped you full of his cum for the second time, groaning deep within his throat as he did, feeling his balls empty inside you once more, his orgasmic haze only amplified by the energy and sustenance he got from yours, leaving him in a trance as he painted your walls white.
You’d never felt so full as Azalar filled you up, his previously load packed deep within you already, his second, seeming even bigger than the first as spurt after spurt of seed entered you.
“Azalar, it’s too much.” You whined, shaking your head as you wiggled to try and get free, but the incubus growled, his hand pinning your wrists tightening while his wings were unforgiving, keeping you pinned until he’d finish filling you up.
“Take it. I know you can.” His eyes were dark as he rocked his hips, filling you with the last of his seed, the excess already spilling out even with him still buried to the hilt inside you.
A panting mess, finally, Azalar seemed to let up, his wings pulling away and folding back onto his back, allowing you to lower your legs while he also released your wrists, a deep breath leaving him.
“You did well, doll.” He spoke, running the back of his knuckles gently down your temple. With a little tug, he slowly started pulling out, a whine leaving you as the ridges on his cock resisted, right up until he popped out. “You remember the deal?”
Looking up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired, you frowned in confusion. In return, Azalar huffed, reaching down and collecting some of the cum that was starting to leak down. “Keep this inside you.” He spoke while pushing his finger into you, pushing the cum back in.
Ah…” You whined softly as you closed your eyes, shifting your hips and Azalar smirked, leaning over your body.
“See you around, doll.”
Snapping your eyes open, you were already too late as he was gone, a residual feeling of him pulling his finger free from your cunt the only thing you were left with, apart from your marked and soiled body.
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You get lost in a blizzard and fall into a naga hibernaculum.
Cw teratophilia, double penetration, anal, venom as an aphrodisiac, gangbang, cunnilingus.
The map had been useless for the last hour.
Your fingers—stiff, clumsy inside your gloves—fumbled the folded paper back into your parka pocket. The compass swung drunkenly. North kept moving. You knew the blizzard was coming. You’d checked the forecast three times before lacing your boots that morning, smug with your layers, your emergency bivvy, your satellite phone with a fresh charge.
Smug didn’t matter anymore.
The snow came sideways now, not falling so much as attacking. Every pine looked identical. Every ridge folded into the next. Your breath crystallized on your balaclava. The cold had stopped feeling cold a while ago. Now it just felt… quiet. Seductive. Like it wanted you to sit down and rest.
That’s the hypothermia talking.
Your boot punched through something.
Not snow. Not earth. The ground gave way with a wet, splintering crack, and you were falling—branches snapping against your pack, your shoulder, your cheek—before you slammed into a floor that wasn’t frozen. It was soft. Spongy. Warm.
Darkness swallowed you. The wind’s howl became muffled, distant. You were underground.
You groaned, rolling onto your side. Your headlamp flickered, then steadied. The beam swept across a chamber—walls of packed earth threaded with roots, a ceiling low enough to touch. And movement.
Slithering.
A sound like heavy rope dragged across dry leaves.
Your beam caught a torso first. Broad. Scaled. The scales caught the light in iridescent greens and golds. Then another torso behind it. And another. Six massive forms uncoiling from what you’d assumed was a pile of decorative boulders.
The hibernaculum.
The Nagas.
They rose. Human from the hips up—faces sharp, cheekbones high, hair in shades you’d never seen on any salon head. Copper. Silver. One had hair the color of a bruise, deep indigo falling past his shoulders. Their eyes weren’t human. Vertical pupils dilated in the sudden light, then narrowed to slits.
Below the waist, serpentine bodies coiled and shifted. Scales whispered against scales. The chamber filled with the musk of them—earth and something sweeter, almost floral.
“What,” said the copper-haired one, his voice a low rumble, “disturbs our rest?”
You scrambled backward. your shoulder blades hit the earthen wall. “I—I’m sorry. I was hiking. The blizzard. I fell through—”
“You fell.” The indigo-haired one tilted his head. His tongue—forked, black—flickered out. Tasting the air. “She’s cold.”
“Obviously she’s cold, Aziel. She’s human and she’s been wandering in a blizzard.” This from a naga with scales the color of aged bronze. He was the largest, his coils spanning the chamber’s far wall in layered loops.
Aziel didn’t stop staring at you. “I’m tasting her fear. It’s… bright.”
They all began to move closer. Not fast. Deliberate. The sound of their approach was a constant soft susurrus.
Your heart hammered against your chest. “I don’t want any trouble. I just need shelter until the storm passes.”
The copper-haired naga reached you first. His hand lifted. You flinched, but his palm settled on your forehead with surprising gentleness. His skin was warm. Warmer than human. It made you realize how cold you actually were.
“Her temperature is dangerously low,” he murmured. “Sorin.”
The bronze-scaled one—Sorin, apparently—nodded slowly. “Then we warm her.”
Your breath caught. “How—how are you going to do that?”
Sorin’s mouth curved. Not quite a smile. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. You’ll enjoy the experience.”
Hands found you. Six pairs. They peeled away your frozen jacket, your soaked base layers, your thermal leggings. Not rough. Patient. Fingers spread across your bare stomach, your thighs, your shoulders. Each touch left a trail of heat that sunk into your muscles.
You made a sound—small, involuntary“There,” someone breathed against your ear. “Her body remembers what warmth feels like.”
The hands kept moving. Palms sliding up your spine. Thumbs pressing into the arches of your feet. Knuckles tracing the curve of your hip. You were naked now, steam rising faintly from your skin as the cold evaporated. Your nipples tightened—from the air, you told yourself, just the air.
Then the coils began to wrap around you.
Smooth scales. Not cold like you expected, but heated, living. They encircled your ankles first, then your calves, spiraling upward with exquisite slowness. The pressure was firm but not crushing. Supporting. Embracing. A coil slipped around your waist, another across your ribs just beneath your breasts.
Your head fell back. A moan escaped you.
“There we go.” The copper-haired naga—his name, you’d learn later, was Caspian—had positioned himself below you. His hands gripped your thighs, parting them gently. “Let me help you warm up properly.”
His tongue was not human.
It was longer. Darker. Forked at the tip, and when it touched you—when the twin points flickered against your clit—your hips bucked so hard you nearly broke free of the coils. They tightened, holding you steady.
“Oh—oh—”
Caspian hummed against you. The vibration traveled straight through you. His tongue wrapped. It curled around your clit like a living thing, squeezing,
rolling. The forked tips stroked either side simultaneously—a sensation you had no framework for, no comparison. Your vision blurred.
Then the tongue slid lower. Dipped inside you. Kept going.
You gasped, fingers scrabbling at the coils around you. “That’s—you’re—”
He was licking at your cervix.
Long, slow laps that made your entire abdomen clench. The tongue coiled and uncoiled inside you, exploring depths no human partner had ever touched. Your thighs shook. The scales against your skin caught every tremor and amplified it back to you.
You came with a sound that wasn’t a scream, wasn’t a sob—something in between. Your body arched. Caspian drank you down, his eyes closed, his expression almost reverent. When he finally pulled back, his mouth glistened.
He smiled.
Around you, the other nagas shifted. You heard a sound—wet, sliding—and looked down.
They were unsheathing.
Two. Each of them had two. Rows of paired cocks emerging from slits in their scales, curved slightly, ridged along the undersides. Six nagas. Twelve cocks. All of them erect. All of them aimed at you.
Your mouth went dry. “What—”
“Snakes have two,” Sorin said, as if discussing the weather. “Don’t worry.”
“Don’t worry? How am I supposed to not worry about—”
Aziel was suddenly close. His indigo hair brushed your shoulder. His fangs—you hadn’t noticed them before, retractable—gleamed in the lamplight.
“Because,” he murmured, “you’re about to feel very, very good.”
His fangs sank into the junction of your neck and shoulder.
The bite was sharp but brief. A pinch, then a spreading heat entirely different from the coils. It moved through your bloodstream like honey laced with electricity. Your pulse quickened. Your skin grew hypersensitive. Every place the coils touched you became a point of burning pleasure.
“Naga venom,” Aziel whispered against your ear, “has certain… aphrodisiac properties. On particular prey. Humans are one such species.”
Panic flickered through the building heat. “Prey?”
He kissed your temple. His voice turned gentle, almost fond. “Not you, sweetheart. We’re going to prey on you in a very different way.”
The coils shifted. Repositioned you. You found yourself suspended, legs spread, arms held above your head by loops of warm scales. The venom sang in your veins. You were wetter than you’d ever been. Empty. Aching.
Sorin moved forward first.
His dual cocks pressed against your entrance—one aligned with you, the other sliding upward to rest between the cleft of your slick folds. Both ridged. Both pulsing with heat.
“Ready?” he asked.
You weren't sure if you nodded or if your body just arched toward him. Either way, he answered by pushing inside.
Both at once.
Sorin’s cocks drove deep, the ridged undersides dragging against walls that clamped and fluttered around him. Your cry was swallowed by the earthy air. The coils cradled you, adjusted you just slightly so the angle shifted and each thrust scraped a spot behind your navel that sent bolts of white light through your vision.
Not enough. Never enough.
The venom made it that way. Aziel’s gift curled in your blood like a second heartbeat, amplifying every stroke into a cascade. You couldn’t tell where one
shaft ended and the other began—only that you were being filled in ways your body had no language for.
“Look at you,” Sorin rumbled, his bronze scales catching the lamplight. “Taking both so well.” His hips rolled in a slow, relentless rhythm. The coils squeezed your breasts gently, lifted them, presented them to his gaze. He lowered his mouth to one nipple and sucked—hard—just as his cocks ground against your cervix.
You shattered. The orgasm ripped a sound from your throat, a ragged, broken version of his name. Your inner muscles convulsed around his shafts. Sorin groaned, his composure cracking for the first time. He drove deep once more, held, and hot pulses of seed flooded your channel. Both cocks spilled at once, a spreading warmth that made you gasp.
When he pulled out, semen trailed down your thighs. You were still trembling when Aziel’s voice slithered closer.
“My turn, little human.”
The coils reformed your position without your input. You found yourself on all fours, knees and palms pressed into the plush, root-laced floor. Aziel’s lithe form curved behind you, his indigo hair brushing your bare back. You felt the twin tips of his cocks nudging your entrance—one lower, one higher—the upper one tracing a wet line up between the cheeks of your ass.
A warning. Or a promise.
“Not yet there,” he murmured. “First, I want to hear you.”
Both speared into your cunt. Stretched you wide again. Your elbows buckled, but the coils caught you, kept you presented. Aziel fucked you with savage precision, each snap of his hips angled to make you sob. His forked tongue flickered against your ear, tasting your sweat, your sounds.
“Tell me your name,” he said, the words a hot whisper.
“Y/n,” you choked out, as another orgasm twisted through you. He didn’t stop. Just rode you through it, the ridges catching on hypersensitive flesh until you were nearly screaming.
He pulled out before he came. Left you empty and gasping. “I want you to remember mine. Aziel. Say it.”
“Aziel,” you breathed.
He bit your shoulder again—no venom this time, just a sharp, claiming sting—and then his spend hit your lower back in warm ropes. He smeared it into your skin with his cocks, a final degradation that felt anything but.
Caspian was there before you could slump. His copper hair fell around you like a curtain. “She still needs warming here,” he said, one hand sliding down your spine to cup your ass. His fingers pressed, parting you. “May I?”
The question was for you, you realized. You nodded, words lost.
His tongue returned. That impossibly long, forked muscle that had wracked you apart earlier now lapped at the tight ring of your anus. The twin tips flicked independently, probing, wetting. Then one forked point pushed inside—a slender, squirming intrusion that made your thighs shake.
“Shh,” Caspian soothed, even as his tongue worked deeper. The venom heightened every texture: the slick muscle, the gentle stretch, the way he withdrew and pushed in again until you were open and slick and begging without sound.
“Ophion,” a new voice said. One of the three you hadn’t yet met stepped forward. His scales were obsidian, shot through with silver veins. “I’ll go next.”
The coils lifted you upright, folding your legs, spreading them wide. Ophion’s dual cocks aligned—one with your sopping pussy, one with your prepared, waiting ass. Both pressed at once.
The initial breach stole your breath. Pain, bright and sharp, dissolving into white-hot pleasure as the venom transmuted it. Ophion sank home incrementally, your body giving way around his girth. You’d never felt so full. So utterly invaded.
“Ophion” he grunted, his forehead pressed to yours. “That’s my name. Remember it.”
You came the moment his cocks were fully seated. Came and came, your body a sustained seizure of ecstasy while Ophion began to move—shallow thrusts at first, then longer, plunging, filling you from both directions until you couldn’t tell where your body ended and his began.
He spilled inside you, a molten flood that marked you deeper than before.
After him, the remaining two took you in tandem. Riven—with hair like moonlight and scales of pearl—laid you on your side on a bed of coils and entered you from behind, his other cock rubbing against your clit. Thorne, broad and scarred with rust-colored scales, positioned himself in front of your face. His paired shafts twitched near your lips.
“Open,” Thorne rasped.
You did. He fed you one cock while the other rested along your cheek. The taste was salt and musk and something faintly sweet. Riven moved behind you, grinding into your pussy. The rhythm synced—Thorne pushing into your mouth as Riven withdrew, and vice versa—until you were just a vessel, a conduit of pleasure, your mind quiet at last.
You learned their names in the gasps between thrusts. Riven. Thorne. They all told you, whispered them against your skin like offerings.
Hours? Minutes? Time had no meaning anymore. The venom burned through you in waves, cresting and receding. You lost count of your orgasms after the tenth. Maybe more. Your body was a landscape of spent heat and pooling semen. Your womb ached with it. Your ass was slick and loose. And yet, impossibly, you were warm. So warm.
When the last of them finished—Thorne, with a stuttered groan that vibrated through his cocks and into your throat—the coils gentled. They withdrew from your limbs and then reformed, a soft nest of scaled warmth. Hands lifted you, turned you. A warm, damp tongue traced between your legs, cleaning you with a reverence that made your eyes sting.
You blinked sleepily. Sorin’s voice rumbled overhead, softer now. “Rest, little one.”
Caspian curved around your left side. Aziel wound along your back. Ophion and Riven bracketed your legs, and Thorne pillowed your head on his broad chest. Sorin’s massive coils encircled them all, a living wall against the cold.
You closed your eyes. The blizzard raged somewhere far above, but down here, in the heart of the hibernaculum, there was only heat and the slow, steady pulse of six hearts beating around you.
Was playing the terato mod for rainworld, hot damn!!!! Honestly really good. Shoreline is difficult though because you can still drown when creatures pull you under. The exhaustion concept is also very neat, though annoying. The whole mod really makes you rethink all you know about enemies. I kept avoiding pole plants because I didn't know if the creator would mod that in. They did, the pole plants are just premature. Overall, really good so far
Needing to raise your reputation with the scavengers but you do NOT feel like gathering that pearl nor collecting sticks. Next best thing? Surrendering your hole to the mob.
Lifting up your tail awkwardly to show your unused hole, the most it's been played with from the blunt end of spears or your hand- But even that was when you were just bored in the shelter trying to exhaust yourself. The scavengers.. are extremely curious about you.
Bipedal creatures all surrounding you, sniffing your hole, none making the first move quite yet. It was a little uncomfortable, having to hold your heavy tail in such a position, looking back to see one of them attempting to poke a sharpened spear into your hole, suddenly whining when you whacked them with your hole.
The circle began to part when a much larger scavenger came forward, their mask decorated with collected, dusty pearls. They certainly had a.. leader-ish aura to themselves.
Nervously, you lifted your tail once more, inching your hind legs towards them as to signal your 'eagerness.'
You felt their hand trail up the base of your tail, forcing a shiver from your body. Your legs shook as you fought to hold your body up, letting out a whine to buck back against their hand..
They guided your tail to the side, untying the back of their loincloth revealing a cock you couldn't expect. Slightly downturned, an earthy smell wafting from his dick that activated your base instincts. Dumbly rubbing up against his underside and swaying from heel to heel.
He grasped your hips, digging his blunt nails into your soft, pliable body. You were pulled up onto his cock, yelping pathetically at the sudden stretch. You felt unbearably full, having to catch your breath before he moved.
The other scavengers sat around curiously, watching you carefully or stroking themselves to their Leader using the new meat.
The Leader was.. surprisingly gentle regarding your body, clearly understanding that you were something smaller and vulnerable compared to their overwhelming numbers. If he wanted to, he could let them all come at you. For his mercy, you graced him with his body.
He slid his hand on your underbelly, gently caressing it and leaning on top of you, anchoring himself with his other hand. He thrusted into you at a digestible pace, though his size and strength made you dizzy. Your talons curled into the dirt, spit flying from your mouth at the sensations.
One of the more daring scavengers approaches your mouth, slipping his cock carefully down your throat. You have to grasp his thighs to stay concious, the weight of both their dicks stretching your holes makes you feel dizzy.
Finally, you feel the Leader wrap his arms around you, hastening his pace, clearly close to orgasm. You tightened your walls around him, moans muffled around the cock down your throat as you tear up from asphyxiation.
The hilt of the Leader's pelvis slams into you, a thick slurry filling your insides at last. Your body spasmed as you came atop him, the sensation of your stomach expanding and submitting forcing you to become docile. The scavenger in front sprayed over your face, cradling you face as he did so.
You woke up in the shelter before the karma gate properly cleaned, a few cycles worth of food surrounding you. Who needs pearls anymore.
