Changeling or shapeshifter who replaces your significant other.
The failing relationship you cling to and distant spouse, trying to ignore the inevitable, like if you are oblivious then the end won’t come like you know your relationship is headed towards.
Then one day they comeback completely turned around, your lover now more adoring of you than ever before, genuinely thrilled to see your face and forwardly affectionate.
You bask in it, realistically thinking this is a honeymoon before the end.
But they love you more and more, full conversations are now vibrant and they hang onto your words, pay such attention to what you like and don’t like they never cared to before, worshiping you, knowing you.
And then the changes.
Subtle at first, slow, so slow do they change. From the intimately familiar features and lilt of their voice, a trick of the light you tell yourself at first. Your never noticed something before, maybe.
To your perfect match. Your ideal lover in every feature, from tiny details you find endearing and the most attractive aspects in your mind, they slowly become everything you could wish for.
You can’t find yourself to be afraid, despite the undeniable truth.
“You’re not them, are you?” You’re wrapped in their arms, held so lovingly while they all but purr into your hair.
They nuzzle you lightly, fingers, tapping light patterns on your skin like music notes written in moonlight only for you.
“Hmm, no, no I’m not. But I love you more than they ever would.” They’re not afraid either, by you finally asking.
Because they know you too- so intimately and ever present. Knowledge of you and how your thoughts work set beside their own in comfort.
“I know, and I love you more than I ever could have loved them either.”
Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.
He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck
Orcs have long since raided and pillaged throughout the lands, taking captives and slaves with them. You’re an elf from a long-lasting lineage of healers.
Once the chief of the tribe - Korek - found out, he plucked you from the labour quarters of the stronghold and took you for his own, to heal his scars. Yet when he found out your magic was based on happiness and using it was draining you of yours, he had to find another way to keep you happy and healthy during the healing sessions.
CW: slavery, enemies to lovers, nsfw/smut, cowgirl, breeding, a bit of rough sex, Korek being soft
Word Count: 5962
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Sitting on the log - wet, damp grass beneath your feet - your hands hold onto those of your kin.
Her elven ears, once beautifully adorned with silver and jewels, now drooped low, tears in her eyes from the pain.
“It’s okay.” Your voice was a soft whisper, quiet and assuring as you shifted closer. Breathing out steadily, you felt the warm flow of magic gently coursing through your veins and to your muscles. A low glow appeared on the palms of your hands as it slowly fused through your skin before flowing into hers.
On her hands, the callouses and roughened skin slowly faded, melding back into her palms until no evidence remained of the days’ work.
“Thank you, milady.”
Hearing the whispered words, you smiled gently, squeezing her hands. “Of course.”
While the two of you softly spoke as the fire roared, just outside the circle of light a figure stood.
Leaned into a tree, Korek surveyed the scene. Walking by, the sudden, strangely coloured glow had caught his eye, a curiosity piqued in the broad, intimidating chief. The raid on the elven settlement had been over a month ago. Yet it seemed none of his men had realised what they had in their midst.
Pushing himself off the tree, he began to walk over, leaves crunching under his heavy, leather boots in the autumn air.
Instantly noticing, you whipped your head around, the girl beside you shrinking. Being approached usually meant more work. Yet when you noticed you didn’t just have a regular orc in front of you, your stomach dropped.
For a moment, you stared at the chief as he stared back, your heart hammering in your chest. Then, he crouched down on one knee and roughly grabbed your wrist, turning your hand around until your palm was skyward, his other hand gripping your fingers to keep it open.
“You have magic.” He didn’t ask, he stated and you swallowed nervously.
“Y-Yes.”
“What family are you from?” He asked, a slight hint of an accent in his common tongue speak.
His question however caught you off guard, an uncanny intelligence in his eyes as he stared directly at you. His green skin was illuminated from the side by the fire pit, casting a contrast in the prominent features of his face. Every elven magic came from a prominent family; lineage determining whether you had magic and what kind.
“Lireaya.” You mumbled and the chief tilted his head.
“Healing magic?” It was a question now and you nodded, unable to speak, while your hand was still in his hold. For a moment you saw him think, his dark eyes flitting between yours before his grip tightened. “A Lireayan should not work hard labour.”
“What-?” You didn’t have any time to react before he let go of your hand, one of his reaching up and gripping onto the metal shackle around your neck, the backs of his fingers pressed against your throat as he pulled you to your feet. Briefly, you glanced at your kin, her fearful and confused expression mirroring yours before the chief began to walk, dragging you with him.
In a blur he led you through the camp, several orcs glancing up as their chief passed with you in tow, curiosity in some while others just shrugged and moved on.
Finding your feet, you quickly walked with the large orc, the collar-like shackle no longer constricting. Yet it didn’t take long before Korek stopped, letting go of the metal to instead unfasten the tent flap in front of him.
Throwing it open, he turned back and looked at you, motioning his head for you to go in first and shakily, you did.
Stepping inside, you were greeted with a spacious, minimally decorated space. Large fur bedding at the back with numerous pillows, chests to the left and right for storage while weapons hung on the fortified walls of the tent. To your left a large table stood at the front of the tent with papers and scrolls on top, while a fireplace sat in the middle with an opening for smoke at the top of the pointed roof.
He brought you to his own tent.
Just as the realisation dawned, the man himself stepped in behind you, ducking slightly to fit through the opening before he let the flap fall closed behind him. Towering over you, he looked down momentarily before casting his gaze away and walking forward without a word.
All you could do was stand, looking at him as he traversed the space and to one of the larger chests on the right. There, he began to unbuckle his pauldron and chestpiece, briefly casting a glance back. “Lireayan, huh?”
Shrinking in on yourself, you watched as he lifted the leather straps over his head, baring his full chest and you quickly glanced away, the pit in your stomach worsening. Bringing you here, to his own tent, seemingly enamoured with your nobility and the undressing, it all led to one thing.
His heavy steps moved towards you and you stiffened, seeing the tips of his boots appear in your field of vision.
“When I ask a question I expect an answer.” His voice was firmer as he spoke, a hand suddenly gripping your jaw as he turned you to face him, his form slightly bent down to your height. “Answer.”
“Y-Yes.” You stammered and he narrowed his eyes, his lips shifting as he briefly gnawed his own tusk.
“Full blood?”
“N-No, sir. Distant descendant.”
Kissing his teeth, he let go of your jaw and raised back up. “But you can heal?”
You hesitated a moment, confused as to his inquiries. “Yes.”
Crossing his arms - the thick muscle straining to fit in the confined position - he glared down at you - though not necessarily *at* you, seemingly more in thought.
“Can you heal scars?” He then spoke, his brow furrowed as he stared at the shackle around your throat.
Swallowing nervously, you looked at him before deciding keeping your gaze down was probably best. “Uh, with time, yes. My magic is not that strong.”
Finally he seemed to be snapped out of his stare and his eyes shifted to yours. “With time? Like what?”
“It depends on how old the scar is and how big. But… at least a month per scar, probably?”
“Probably?”
You shrunk a bit into yourself at the harsh tone of voice. “I haven’t done it often. Maybe… once?”
At that, Korek hummed. “Very well.”
Confused, you looked up at him, finding his eyes already on you.
“You will be staying here from now on. You will sleep in my tent, eat in my tent and serve me as I please, do you understand?” His hand came out, grabbing the back of your head to force you to look at him when you tried to look away.
“B-But my kin-“ You started and he narrowed his eyes.
“What about them?”
“I was healing them Without me-“
“They would still be fine.” Korek’s eyes narrowed slightly as if waiting for you to challenge him. After a second however, he sighed. “You can still heal them. But that does not change you now belong to me, do you understand?”
Relief flooded you and you nodded. “Y-Yes.”
“Good. What is your name?”
“Y/N.”
Humming, he let go before turning and walking to the furs at the back, expecting you to follow. “You’re going to be healing my scars.”
Meekly nodding, you waddled after him, watching as he turned and let himself drop to the bedding with a sigh, sitting up.
He looked at you inquisitively, seemingly analysing your posture and disposition. “This one first.” He then tapped a burn scar on his sternum.
Swallowing heavily, you shifted to your knees beside him, gingerly bringing your hands up, as if fearful he would grab you or snap at you at any time. But he didn’t. Korek just sat there, watching you.
Shuffling a little closer, you brought your hands up, cupping them together and holding them over the scar, feeling the warm glow shift from your body and into your hands, leaving a chilly sensation in you.
“Hm.” Korek made the noise as he sat there, feeling your magic for the first time, a brow raising.
Briefly, you glanced up at him, focusing back on the scar after. With it being in the middle of his chest, and the orc being as large as he was, it wasn’t a great angle for you to heal him in. Sitting beside him on your knees, you were leaned forward, slightly hanging over his lap, your torso twisted to allow your hands comfortably on his chest. Though comfortable was a big word. And it seemed Korek noticed.
Sighing, his hands suddenly grabbed onto your waist and your eyes widened as he pulled at you, forcing you over his lap until one leg was on either side. There, he plopped you down.
“I- I-“ You stammered, too scared to protest as you felt his leather loincloth under you.
“Relax. You said it takes time. Then at least get comfortable. I won’t do anything.” Korek sighed, leaning back on his hands, bored as he looked off to the side. “Just heal, damnit.”
Your mouth dry, you just tried to swallow it back and nodded, cringing slightly as you shifted to sit more upright, your hands once again on his chest. But now a lot more comfortable.
After all, you were going to be here a while.
- - - -
For weeks this went on.
After the burn scar, he ordered you to heal one on his back, then requested a set of three on his arm.
Slowly, the two of you had started talking. Spending every single evening together with nothing else to do did tend to bring that.
You noted however that Korek was the one who initiated. You had to be focused, but Korek could have easily read a book, sharpened his things, do any activity while you were busy. Instead, he talked with you. Stories of how he got the scars. A punishment from his parents for the burn. A challenger’s cowardly attack from behind after Korek beat him for the one on his back.
Every scar had a story and Korek was not afraid to share them. And then he began asking about you. And to your surprise, you answered. Your life back in your village. How you were a little rascal when you were young, causing chaos and misfortune wherever you went - a thing that highly amused Korek, the orc more than once laughing deeply at the thought.
Slowly, you found yourself enjoying your time with the orc. Slave and master turned into friendship, Korek letting you wander the clan grounds freely, so long as you always returned at the end of the day for another healing session.
Yet with Korek getting to know you, he slowly started to notice.
Any time you healed him, you started off happily chatting about anything and everything, laughing at his stupid jokes or remarks and replying in kind. Yet after hour two, you always fell off. Getting quiet, withdrawn, no longer laughing at his remarks, nor engaging him. And on the days you’d went to heal your kin down by the lumber pits, it was even worse. You’d barely speak to him. Humming at his questions and remarks, leaving one worded answers and forced smiles.
He hated it.
And he’d be damned if he didn’t find out why. So, one day, after another session was complete and you were fast asleep in his bedding, he went out. And if there was one place he was going to get answers, it was from your kin.
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“Y/N.” Korek motioned you over. “I’d like you to heal me now.”
Placing down the little lantern you were holding - a gift from Korek not too long ago - you walked over.
“Yes?”
Wordlessly, he tapped a crude, long scar that ran from the left side of his chest down to the right by his stomach. It was a big one, one you had wondered about when he’d ask.
Kneeling before him, you looked at it and Korek playfully rolled his eyes, grabbing your waist and yanking you to him, making you straddle him.
“Oh-!” Letting out the little noise of surprise, you then sent him a half-hearted glare, to which Korek just grinned in response, his tusks on full display.
Settling down, you sighed and just mapped out the scar by tracing it with your index finger. “I’m afraid this one is going to take a while.”
“You’ll hear no complaints from me.” The chief hummed cheerily, his hands still on your waist.
Raising your brow, you looked at him but then just placed your hands on his stomach, using your magic at the center of the scar to let it flow outward.
Concentrating, you didn’t see Korek’s grin softening, his gaze turning slightly melancholic as he watched you. After all, he finally understood.
It wasn’t for half an hour later before he began enacting his plan.
“And when the goats started, they wouldn’t stop.” You chuckle softly at your own story, your hands still pressed to Korek’s midriff, the orc chuckling with you, slightly jostling you from how you sat on his lap.
Just then, his hands that had been on your waist shifted, one hand slowly shaking around your waist while the other went lower, tentatively resting on the swell of your ass, making your eyes widen a bit.
“Uh, Korek?”
“Mhm?” The orc hummed, innocence in the flesh as he tilted his head, his braided hair falling down his shoulders a bit.
“What are you doing?”
The question made him huff in amusement, his arm around your waist pulling you a little closer. “Setting the record straight.” He hummed, his hand moving from your ass to tilt your chin up, breaking your concentration. “Someone hasn’t been honest with me.”
“Huh?” It wasn’t your most eloquent answer and Korek chuckled softly.
“All those times of me asking if you were okay, if the healing was too much. When were you going to tell me it does more than just tap your energy?”
At his words, you instantly felt your heart drop, your face paling as the blood drained from it. “Oh, uhm-“
Instantly seeing where you were going, Korek’s gaze hardened. “Don’t lie. And don’t deny either.” His grip on your chin loosened as he then softened his gaze again, instead holding his large hand on the side of your face, his fingers framing your elegant ears. “It takes happiness.”
It was a statement. He didn’t ask, he knew. And it made you swallow heavily before you gave the slightest of nods.
Taking a deep breath in, Korek sighed it out, pulling you closer until your hips were flush to his, making your face heat up slightly. “You damn idiot. You couldn’t even tell me yourself. I had to go out and ask.” Shaking his head, he then brought his other arm up to cup your face. “What does it do?”
Looking at him, you knew you had nowhere to go and no chance to lie. But then again… why would you? Glancing down briefly, a small squeeze of your jaw reminded you to look in his eyes and you did.
“It’s… every magic has a source.” You mumbled. “Fire comes from anger and passion. Nature comes from tranquility. And healing comes from… happiness. Using the magics saps from the source.” Your heart was hammering as you explained, fearful of his reaction. Would he get mad? Upset?
“It takes from it.” He mumbles, looking at you. “No wonder nature elves are so erratic.”
His sudden joke caught you off guard and you let out a startled little laugh, making a corner of his lips quirk up.
His right hand slipped back down to your waist, pulling you up until your chest was against his, your eye height now the same. “Why didn’t you tell me what these sessions do to you? They’re leaving you depressed.”
To that, you didn’t have an answer and Korek hummed, letting you look away for once.
“Well I can’t have you be all sad and shit, can I?” He then spoke and you looked up at him, confused.
“What do you…?”
“If it takes happiness, then all I have to do is give you happiness.” As he said that, a smirk curled onto his face.
Frowning, confusion laced through you until you felt his hips shift, his arm keeping you still as he ground slowly against you, a small gasp leaving you.
“K-Korek-?”
“Sssh.” He hushed softly, his hand shifting to the back of your neck as he nuzzled your jaw, slowly moving down to the hollow of your neck. “You can say no. But if you want it, let me help you.”
“I don’t know.” You whispered, feeling his tusks gently push against your skin, a prominent yet strangely satisfying feeling.
“Are you saying that because you don’t want it or are you nervous?” Korek’s voice was soft as he spoke, gentle.
“Nervous.”
Smiling against your skin, he hummed. “Will you let me guide you through then? You can say stop at any time.”
Swallowing heavily, you shifted your hips, shamefully feeling a building thrum in your abdomen already.
“Yes.” You whispered and Korek groaned.
“Excellent. Don’t forget to keep healing, sweetheart.” He hummed while his lips ghosted the hollow of your throat.
Letting out a shaky breath, you looked down, clumsily placing your hands back on his midriff, doing your best to focus. Just then, his hand on your waist slid down, cupping your ass as he hummed.
“Aren’t I lucky?” A kiss landed on your throat and you bit your lower lip, feeling his other hand rub the back of your neck before he let go and let it slide down. Carefully, he tested the waters, slipping his hand between your thighs and pressing gently against your crotch.
The fabric of your pants pressed into your clit and you breathed out, eyes just focused on his muscled chest, doing all you could to ignore how he started slowly rubbing, pushing gently, stimulating.
“Ah, uh-“ You whispered and Korek huffed in amusement, lifting his head from your neck to instead nose right below your ear, shifting up slightly until his lips brushed the shell of the pointed appendage.
“Can I, sweetheart?” His voice was lower than you’d ever heard it, his tusks pushing against your skin once more - almost clumsily, yet not so.
“Y-Yes.”
Humming in delight, Korek lifted his hand until he found the hem of your pants, slowly sliding his thick fingers down into it, bypassing your underwear completely and finding your mound.
“Trust me, yeah?” He hummed, pushing his hand further down until the tips of his fingers found your entrance, feeling the slight wetness already formed.
Briefly closing your eyes, you wetted your suddenly dry lips at having an orc - your supposed mortal enemy - so intimately close. His fingers were so careful, experimentally dipping the tip of one into your entrance before withdrawing as he felt you tense.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He shushed gently, bringing his hand up a bit until his middle finger - slightly coated in your slick - found your clit, starting to gently rub in small circles.
You felt your insides lurch, the stimulation unexpected.
“I know you need to focus, but can you take off your shirt for me?” Korek was so gentle in his request and you nodded, briefly lifting your hands away from his skin to take hold of your shirt, lifting it up over your head to reveal your bare torso.
Dropping your shirt to the side, you sat for a second, insecure while Korek looked down at you, his eyes lingering on your chest before his hand that was on your ass moved up to grab yours, pulling them back against his chest.
“Keep going.” He commanded gently and you nodded, earning a little bit firmer pressure to your clit in response, making you jolt.
Gently stimulating, his hand stayed buried in your pants, his green skin a stark contrast to yours. You could already feel yourself starting to heat up, making it harder to sit still on his lap, shifting every now and then, which made the stimulation worse.
Korek meanwhile, seemed to be enjoying every second. His free hand came up, gently cupping one of your breasts as he then leaned down, starting to press kisses from your sternum down to the valley of your chest, his hand squeezing the pliable tissue, making a soft whimper leave you when he simultaneously pressed your clit.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He praised, kissing to the side, his tusk digging into your breast until he found your nipple where he latched on, sucking gently, his tongue flicking over it while he rubbed your clit.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you pressed your hands tighter into his torso. Because you had to focus, the sensations were so much more defined and a pressure began building in your stomach.
“Mhm.” Humming happily, Korek suddenly pushed his chin forward, his tusks digging into your breast, holding it up so his free hand could move to your other breast, cupping it before his thumb flicked over your nipple, his mouth never stopping either.
“K-Korek!” You gasped in both surprise and pleasure, the orc suppressing a grin in favour of focusing on his ministrations.
Wordlessly, he kept going, his finger on your clit providing steady pressure as he laved attention to your chest.
Panting slightly, the heat you usually transferred into your hands suddenly felt like it was burning all throughout you, the pressure in your abdomen building and building.
Sensing your restlessness, Korek kept going, groaning softly as you arched your back, pushing his face further into your chest.
“Ngh- I’m- ah!” You gasped as you felt your pussy clench before wave after wave ripples through you as you came, stifling a moan of pleasure as Korek kept swirling his finger on your clit, guiding you through the orgasm.
Panting when it subsided, Korek pulled back, looking down at you. “Mhm. It’s working.”
At that, it took a second as you looked up at him. “What?”
“Your magic swelled, sweetheart.” He grinned as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before trailing kisses down your jaw and to the hollow of your throat.
“M-More?” You flushed.
“Well we’re not even halfway into our usual healing session. So yes.” Korek grinned, his hand once on your breast now working your pants open, leaving his hand more room as he slid it down, testing your entrance, feeling how slick it was now. “Look at that.” He grinned into your skin. Carefully, he pushed a single, thick finger in.
Biting your lip, you clenched your hands on his chest and Korek chuckled.
“Easy, sweetheart. I’ll take it slow.” Carefully, he started to move, pushing the digit in before pulling out a little, slowly starting to get you used to the motion and sensation. “Feel good?”
Nervously, you nodded yes and Korek hummed. “Is it your first time or is it me that’s making you nervous?”
You swallowed anxiously. “You.”
Gently, Korek lifted his head to look at you, a soft look in his eyes. “But you trust me?”
“I do.”
Something flashed in his eyes and his free hand came up, cupping the side of your face as he slowly leaned in. “Good.” There, he kissed you.
Your eyes closing, you felt his lips on yours, supple yet overwhelming, his mouth enveloping yours as if it belonged, all the while he slowly pushed in a second finger, making you whimper.
His tusks framed your face, his lips starting to move on yours as he cradled your head, his hand in your pants moving gently. Everything was so soft, so careful. As if he was silently screaming ‘you’re safe, don’t be nervous’. And by god did it work.
You felt yourself completely melt into him, pushing back into the kiss, giving the orc chief the confidence to push his tongue into your mouth, his fingers starting to scissor inside you, moving up and down, just barely shy of audibly squelching from how wet you were.
Slowly, that heat started back up, Korek groaning softly in delight as he prepared you, his hand pulling your head even closer before shifting to grab a fistful of your ass.
Pulling back from the kiss, you panted, opening your eyes to see him already looking at you, his dark eyes shifting over your face, mapping it out as you breathed against each other’s lips. And so you did the same. Cataloguing him, his features, his differences from you.
The purist elves scoffed at even the slightest hint of green, yet here you were, actively inviting it in. His skin, rougher and so different from yours feeling perfect as he let his fingertips trace your spine.
“Korek-?” You panted softly and he hummed, never stopping his hand’s slow thrusts. “Is this okay?” You whispered and Korek’s eyes softened, having followed your train of thought from your expressions.
“It is more than okay.” He assured, his free hand caressing the side of your ears, gently tracing one of your ears. “We orcs don’t have the stipulations you do.”
“But-“
A third finger was pushed into you to shut you up. “In fact many here would cheer if I knock you up tonight. Pretty sure they have bets.” He chuckled and your eyes widened.
“K-Knock me-?! Korek!” He laughed at your exclamation, easing his three fingers into you, finding you taking them well despite the way your expression faltered at the feeling.
“Hush now. I won’t aim for it. Tonight is to help you after all.” He grinned and you sent him a grimacing look, trying to stay composed as he began thrusting his fingers.
“It’s starting to feel less and less like that.” You panted and Korek’s grin cracked just a bit wider.
“I’m not saying I am not getting immense joy out of it either.”
Pushing his fingers all the way into you, he groaned softly as he scissored them, kissing your chin, your jaw, then your lips. “You think you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” He hummed and your breath hitched, your cunt clenching around his digits, making the orc chief groan. “God, please say yes.”
Frowning, you looked at him and Korek chuckled a little huskily, pulling his fingers out of you as he then grabbed your hips, pulling your hips into his, letting you feel just how much he’d been holding back, waiting.
Gasping, his bulge pressed against your core, hard and eager.
“I’ll make you feel so good.” He groaned and you let out a shaky breath, your now empty pussy clenching.
Waiting, Korek looked at you and you wetted your lips, an action that instantly drew his attention, his lips almost curling back in a satisfied growl before he focused back on your eyes.
You hesitated only a moment longer. You had come this far. Weeks in his captivity and not once did you feel threatened or lesser. In fact, you’d never felt more revered and respected.
“Yes.”
That was all Korek needed and within moments, he’d tossed his loincloth aside and undressed you, putting you back on his lap, his cock in between you, hard and straining.
Looking down, your focus on healing broke as you saw it. Large, thick and making you realise you might be way over your head. But Korek then lifted your chin to him.
“Hey, it’s okay. I wouldn’t hurt you, remember? I made sure you’re ready.” He spoke gently and you nodded. Nervous, but assured.
Sending you a small smile, Korek then grabbed the base of his shaft, urging you to sit up on your knees as he aligned it with your entrance. There, he shifted his hands to hold your hips, looking at you as he paused.
“We’ll take it slow.” He spoke gently, helping you as he carefully pulled you down, pushing his hips up as he entered until the tip popped in.
Your hands gripped his shoulders, completely forgetting you were supposed to be healing as you held on, feeling the stretch. While it wasn’t painful, it was still a lot and you could feel how thick he really was.
“That’s it.” Korek groaned, letting his head fall back a bit, eyes closed as slowly, he pushed you down a bit further, a guttural noise leaving him while you gasped, squeezing his shoulders.
At the squeeze, he stopped, letting you adjust a bit, your pussy clenching him tight, making him huff a bit in delight.
“Just like that.” He praised, waiting until you loosened before he pushed further. And further, letting out a restrained little breath, working you down until he had you fully seated on his cock.
Clinging to him, you whined quietly, your head pushed into his neck and Korek smiled, wrapping his arms around you as he held you, feeling your tight walls all around him, making him breathe out.
“I hope this makes you happy cause *fuck* it makes me happy.” All he got was a little whine and he carefully pulled back, looking at you. “You okay?”
At that, you nodded and Korek smiled, leaning down as he tilted your head, one hand gently on your throat as he kissed you, slowly rolling his hips.
A jolt rushed through you and you gasped against him, making a surge of pride rush through Korek as he then grabbed your hands in his, gently leading them down to press against the scar crossing his midriff.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Heal me.” He hummed against your lips while still rolling his hips.
Nodding, you panted as you tried to focus, struggling a moment before finally managing to channel your energy enough, whimpering as that focus amplified the sensation.
Never had you felt so full, almost as if you couldn’t breathe, only for Korek to prove you wrong as his hands landed on your hips, carefully lifting you and making you gasp before he pulled you back down.
It was slow at first, giving you a chance to get used to it, for your slick to coat his entire length. But slowly, he started picking up the pace, his grunts starting to become a little audible.
Whimpering as he pulled you down, you attempted to lift yourself to help him, straining your legs to sit up on your knees before lowering back down, but Korek then let out almost a growl, harshly pulling you down and making a startled moan leave you.
“No. Focus on healing. Let me do this.” He commanded, his head leaning forward until he was against your throat, finding your sweet spot where he bit down.
Clenching around him, Korek groaned and started to speed up a bit, sucking and marking while he did.
There wasn’t much you could do, letting him lead as he slowly fucked up into you, little moans leaving you every time he bottomed out, filling you to the brim.
Your walls were tight, every vein on his cock sliding past the ridges making the orc breathe heavily, pleasure curling through his gut.
One arm around your waist, he used the other to brace himself on the furs, holding you against him as he started to speed up a bit, rocking his hips up into you.
Stifling a moan, you pushed your hands harder against him, unable to brace yourself, just relying on him as he pumped into you.
“So demure.” Korek huffed, only to slam his mouth to yours, his tongue invading past your lips as he fucked you, his hips starting to piston in earnest as he began to chase pleasure, knowing you could take it now.
Unable to keep your mouth shut, moans rippled out of you, swallowed instantly by Korek as he grunted back against you, his cock coated in your slick, pumping in and out, filling you over and over again, the head rubbing against your walls in a way that made you see stars.
Pulling back for breath, you gasped, only for Korek to yank you down right that moment, slamming all the way into you and ripping a moan from your throat.
Embarrassed, you whimpered while he kept going, desperate to get more noises like that out of you.
Fucking into you, his balls repeatedly hit against your ass, creating a wet slapping noise inside the tent to accompany your noises of pleasure, of which Korek was a large part, grunting and groaning against you.
Everything was hot, a sheen of sweat starting to appear on your skin as you felt the pleasure build. “K-Korek-“ You gasped, not knowing what else to do or say and the orc groaned, proud to have you call his name.
“That’s it. Tell me how good you’re feeling.” He grunted, his shallow, fast thrusts making way for rough and deep as he pulled you down every time he thrusted up.
“Good-“ You whimpered out, leaning forward to bury your head against his neck, your hands still to his chest as you moaned, every thrust making the pleasure grow like a wave.
“Yea?”
“Ngh-!” Your pleasured noise has Korek grinning, his own body getting slick with sweat, the sensation of your magic coursing into him working to make everything feel even hotter.
The scent of your wetness, your panting, your moaning, your sweaty skin to his, everything. Grunting, Korek, felt his desire and pleasure build into a tight knot in his abdomen. He knew he said he wouldn’t aim for it-
“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so good.” It slipped out before he could help it, his mouth right by your ear as he nuzzled his tusks into you, a moan leaving you as your nails dug into his stomach.
“Korek, I’m gonna-“ You gasped and the orc groaned.
“Go ahead. Come on, show me how good it feels!”
Whimpering, you couldn’t help it, his constant barrage, his cock hitting deep and filling you so completely, you felt the knot in your stomach tense tighter and tighter.
Even though he didn’t want it, you began to bounce with his thrusts, moaning with every thrust in, gasping when he pulled out, just trying to get enough air in as you threw your head back, eyes closed and back arched. “Please!” You cried out and Korek growled, biting into your shoulder and slamming you down into him.
Crying out a moan, your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing tight around Korek, the orc gasping a strained moan as he fucked through it into you, his teeth clamping tighter, his tusks digging into your skin as with a few more thrusts, he followed you over the edge.
Moaning into your flesh, he yanked you down onto his lap, burying his cock as deep as it can go as he spilled his seed. Ropes of white shot into you, his balls convulsing as he filled you up, your cervix quickly overflowing, pushing his cum out past the seal of him being inside you, the frothy white dripping down his balls.
Panting, he held you there, a few aftershocks rocking through him as you held on for dear life.
Letting go of his bite, his arms tightly around your waist, he held your sweaty body against his own, his face buried in your neck until he pulled back a bit and huffed out a husky laugh. “Unbelievable. We found the hack to unlimited magic.”
“Korek!” You slapped his arm while the orc bellowed a laugh.
He was certain he was going to continue this strategy. After all, healing had never felt so good.
When you decided to purchase one of the latest models of Jack of all Trades, you had no clue how much your life would change... for the better!
As the name suggests, this robot assistant possesses all of the necessary skills to maintain a home clean and safe. You don't have to worry about sweeping the floor, doing the laundry, or cooking when you have no energy for it. Intruders, gas leaks, and power outages are no longer a concern. Your house never looked neater or felt more secure, and your back has never been more grateful.
You had no idea how far his talents would extend, though. Not until one day the robot came to your bedroom and scanned your body - you could tell by the way the circle in its glassy eyes dilated and narrowed like the lens of a camera. Then it stated "Mx, your levels of oxytocin are dropping. Let me be of assistance." You tried convincing him you were alright, but the robot persisted that an oxytocin deficiency could lead to depression, irritability, aggressiveness, anxiety, cardiovascular issues... and so you indulged it, even if only to end the awful litany.
"I can offer sexual intercourse, a therapeutic massage, a session of meditation or aromatherapy-"
"Wait. What? Sexual intercourse?
The robot delivered an affirmative beep before lowering its belly plate. An appendage emerged in the shape of a human penis, though it was wrapped in silicone and resembled a luxurious sex toy. You were so shocked that your mouth opened and closed, unable to utter a word. The heat pooling between your legs however was undeniable, hard to ignore even for the robot. You saw its eyes examine you again. "Your heartbeat has accelerated and your body heat has risen."
Taking those details as an indication that this was exactly what you needed, it moved closer to you. With automated movements, it so effortlessly pulled you to the edge of the bed and removed your bottom clothes. You were so baffled by what was happening that you could only stare in awe at the robot as its metal hands wrapped around your thighs and pried them open. The precise and curt roll of its hips as it slid its appendage inside you made you gasp out loud. You could feel the synthetic dick change size inside your walls, moulding to your cunt and filling every crevice of your channel before it started moving back and forth.
You thought you couldn't be any more shocked than this, but when the synthetic cock started buzzing, making your whole body shake, you completely lost it. The fact that his fingers started vibrating when the robot pressed them onto your swollen clit, intensified your climax tenfold as it crashed upon you, sending your body spasming violently and arching against its cool metal plates.
It remained still, keeping its appendage inside you until your tremors subsided. Then it checked your vitals again and seemingly satisfied by the results, it pulled out of you. It meticulously cleaned you with the same efficiency it employs in wiping every inch of your house clean, then stopped to gaze at your astonished face.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, Mx?"
"N-No... Thank you."
So, with a cheerful beep, it walked out of your room, leaving you laying half-naked on your bed, speechless and with your mind spinning.
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I know you did a prompt for how your OCs would be with kids.. could we get one for how they would take care of a darling who finds herself pregnant after spending a heat with them?
Specifically Takeshi, Narasana, Khione, and Mahdi?
‧₊˚. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬
« characters: Nasana, Takeshi, Khione, Mahdi »
« c.w: pregnancy, oviposition »
ᝰ.𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: this was interesting since two of them reproduce with eggs hehe
‧₊˚. 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬
Nasana gets incredibly protective of you when you're carrying his eggs. He makes sure you're well fed and comfy, but his utmost priority is keeping you warm. He'll keep you close in his coils, always ever so careful to not squeeze you too much. He loves to nuzzle your belly, murmuring to you about how incredibly well you're doing, fawning over how swollen you're getting. He has a nest prepared for the eggs too as they'll need some more time to develop once you've had them too, somewhere with plenty of shelter, sunlight, and a nearby fire for warmth. He doesn't leave your side, even has his sister Silha drop by with supplies so that he won't have to leave you alone at all, he's far too protective of you in this state.
‧₊˚. 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢
It may come as a surprise but he's one of the most terrified of all my characters at the thought of becoming a father. Takeshi was abandoned as a kit, born to a human mother that wanted nothing to do with him. He had no parental figures growing up, fending for himself alongside a friend, and so he's worried that he won't know how to be a father. All he knows don't leave. He'll cuddle up with you, idly rubbing your tummy with a far-off look in his amber eyes as he thinks. He's determined to be a good mate and father though, to make sure the nursery is ready and you're eating all the right things. He's afraid but can't wait to meet your kit, to learn how to be what he yearned to have in his youth.
‧₊˚. 𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞
Khione is utterly delighted. He was chased from a good place to live when he was young but now he's the Lord of the Kanastra Highlands, has all he could ever need to provide for a family at his disposal. He makes you a nest from the most luxurious materials, the warmest furs, softest drider silks even. The nursery is made almost entirely of ice, a necessary measure to keep little ice dragon hatchlings healthy. He's building up a hoard of ice diamonds and silvrum jewellery for them already. He seems to always have his hands on you, a protective hand on your lower back when he takes you into the markets to find toys and clothes for the little ones. He spoils you rotten too, making sure you have a whole new wardrobe of maternity clothes to feel pretty in and show off your cute baby (egg?) bump.
‧₊˚. 𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐝𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐡
Mahdi is ecstatic! He gets right to making a nursery and a nest for you. He can't keep his hands off you, constantly rubbing and nuzzling your belly, speaking softly to the kits inside while his sandy-coloured tail wags happily. If you so much as hint at craving or wanting something, he's immediately leaping up to go and fetch it for you. He's so eager to be a father, fondly discussing names with you. But it's about being a good mate too: he hardly so much as lets you get up out of the nest without helping you out. He'll rub your feet and back for you if you ever look sore or stiff, wanting the best for his little mate and kits.
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The smile demon (inside sky riley) x reader fanfic will be uploaded in a few days but here’s a little snippet! He will be given he/him as pronouns as the entity will identify as male. He’ll also have male ‘parts’ but his gender is of course ambiguous.
Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.
Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader
Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Chapter 9 Index Chapter 11
Author's Note: My computer keeps autocorrecting Lotan to Logan... @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz
The water around you was thin and weightless. There was a horrible, blinding light shining down on you. It burned, and you had to cover your eyes with your hands. When you brought them to your face, you could feel how soft your skin was, how strange the color. You saw where your talons had been clipped off, and the webbing and scales were gone entirely. You couldn’t feel your gills flaring with each breath you took.
You were suddenly aware of just how small and fragile you had become. You forced yourself to open your eyes and find an escape from this awful place, but every color was too bright and vivid to focus on. You were surrounded by strange looking plants and even stranger looking fish floating above you, making disturbing chirping noises.
There was a creature approaching you with two tails, calling out an unfamiliar greeting. It was a female and although she kept speaking, you were too entranced by her beauty to hear her.
Her eyes were dark, like yours, but instead of being soulless black holes they were as warm as the rich sand she stood on. Her skin was healthy and golden brown, and her pitched black hair coiled like a living current.
She smiled at you then, revealing a fangless mouth full of dull yet sparkling teeth. She repeated herself once more:
“[Y/N].”
–
You awoke with a start, your chest heaving. The water around you was still, dark and heavy, but your heart pounded as if you had been swimming for miles. Lotan’s arms were heavy around you as he snored softly, his tail curled possessively over yours like a serpent guarding its prize.
The memory of your dream clung to you like a second skin, that strange word echoing in your mind. You glanced towards the entrance of the nest, the tightness of the cavern once a comfort, but was now an unrelenting weight pressing on you.
The truth was crushing you. The dream had unlocked something—a door you hadn’t realized was there. Memories of warmth, of laughter, of a life you couldn’t quite piece together.
You stared into the nothingness. It wasn’t the predators lurking in the dark that frightened you. It was the realization that you had forgotten who you were.
–
The woman in your dream continued to haunt you. You yearned to see her again, to make her sweet laugh ring out. To hear her say that word again. [Y/N]. Had you been [Y/N] once, or was that her name? Was it the name of her species…? The thought of being a [Y/N] alongside her made your heart ache.
The more you thought about her, the more you started to truly observe Lotan. You began to notice things you hadn’t before. The way he spoke, his words honeyed when he wanted your compliance, self-pitying when he wanted your sympathy, sharp when your resolve wavered. The way he subtly undermined your confidence, reminding you that you had no one else. His eyes, always watching, always calculating.
The cracks in your reality widened. Your memories, once carefully locked away, began to surface. Faces, voices, fragments of a life that felt both foreign and achingly familiar.
And now, as you pieced it all together, you began to see the truth. Lotan hadn’t saved you. He had taken you. Stolen you from a life you could barely recall but knew was yours. This realization was a weight, heavy and cold. But within it was something else: anger.
Before, you would have folded under the pressure, but now things were different. You were no longer the terrified girl Lotan had plucked from the shore. You had learned to survive, to fight, to thrive in the depths. And now, as you let your hatred fester inside of you like a wound, you would prove it to him.
—
You tested your plan carefully, starting with small complaints.
“This nest feels... cramped,” you murmured one evening. “And unsafe. The walls aren’t strong enough.”
Lotan waved a dismissive hand, his tail cutting through the water in a lazy arc. "Brizo, you worry too much. With me here, nothing will harm you. This nest is the perfect culmination of our efforts. Why leave now?"
The culmination of our efforts. As if Lotan had done more than laze around while you bled for their survival. You gritted your teeth, letting your tail flick slightly to betray your agitation before quickly smoothing your expression.
“It’s not good enough. We need to find something else-”
“Brizo,” he whined, his voice taking on a saccharine tone that grated on your nerves, “why are you always so difficult? I’ve done everything for you. No one else ever would, you know.” He sighed and leaned in closer, his claws brushing over the scars he claimed to admire. “I thought you would be different from the other females… why am I never enough for anyone?”
His lips curled into a pout, his gaze searching yours for weakness. “Why can’t you just be thankful for once?! Don’t you remember how the colony treated you? You were nothing—lost, weak, and alone. And I took you in, loved you when no one else would. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?!”
It was a speech he’d given before, and once, it would have shattered your resolve. But you had learned to see through him, and you only nodded, letting your face drop for effect.
“I just want to protect us,” you whispered, your voice trembling perfectly. “Protect you. The nest... it’s not safe. There’s a better place. I’ve seen it.”
Your tone softened, your sadness more pronounced. Lotan’s demeanor shifted instantly, the whiny veneer peeling away as his frustration boiled over.
“You’re so ungrateful,” he snapped, his tail thrashing angrily. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are? No one else would even look at you, let alone build a life with you. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be that pathetic little outcast, scuttling around like you mattered to anyone. Is that what you want? To go back to being useless?!”
The words stung, but you refused to flinch even when he grabbed your shoulders and shook you roughly. Instead, you shifted your tone, letting your sobs grow louder and your posture shrink into vulnerability.
“I’m sorry,” you choked, her voice breaking as she bowed her head. “I just... I’m scared, Lotan. The predators—they’re getting bolder, and I’m so afraid something will happen. I’ll be too weak after giving birth to protect everyone. Please, for the sake of our children... can we just look at the other place? If you don’t like it, we’ll stay here. Please.”
The sobbing worked, as you knew it would. You knew that Lotan would spend every day of his life convincing himself that he wasn’t a bully, and would be quick to stop anything that would challenge that delusion. His face softened, the angry lines melting into a self-satisfied smirk.
“You know, you’re lucky I’m so patient with you,” he said, his tone shifting back to its faux-sincerity. “Anyone else would’ve thrown you out for your tantrum, but I’m not like them. I actually care.”
He leaned down to kiss you, and you let him.
“Fine, we’ll look at this other place that you’re so obsessed with. But don’t get your hopes up—it’s probably not even half as good as what I’ve already provided.”
You nodded, and the teary smile on your face was actually genuine this time.
Being the son of Asmodeus and one of incarnations of lust would be fun, you're full of lust everyday, at least must be what everyone thinks. Most of the time its not.
”Why are we here again?” Nico asked entering the shady street. By the smell of artificial fruits and the colors, he already knew where he was gettin into, and if the red light and the very suspicious name wasn’t a hint good enough, he just yawned and entered the sex shop with you.
”I just thought it would be fun coming here with you. I wanted your help to choose something” you said with little smile, not making much of it, you wanted to rile him up of course. Passing through a shelf with latex clothing and other costumes, you waltzed inside the shop cooking a plan in your head.
”I mean if you were in the mood you just had to tell me, no need to walk all the way here.” Nico looked everthing with not much interest, double checking a pair of bullet vibrators. As the son of lust himself, his heir, he had seem enough of these toys in the nine circle, he was indeed moved and had to feed on his sin. Like his father he had inherited those same traits, but being so new to the human world and its complexities his curiosity was piqued. When he was taken to a sex shop, a place where desires were made material and flesh could be satisfied with a price, he could not help but be intrigued.
”You don’t seem so pleased” You furrow your brows. Nico just look around putting his hands on his pockets. He had seen enough of these items in hell, but seeing humans making profit of it was funny at minumum.
”Im not much fan of these places actually. I mean, the whole ‘sex shop’ idea is nice, but putting a price tag on sex and self relief is more of uncle Mammon thing.” Nico say while walking and scratch his head.
You pouted slightly, this wasn’t going the way you wanted.
”So you wanna go home?” you ask a bit embarassed now, Nico smiled shaking his head, his face still covering his eyes. Ah you were the cutes, but he doesn't blame you.
”And let my baby moody because you couldn’t get your toys? What kind of man you think i am? Dont work your pretty little head over it” he mutter showing you a canine smile, walking slowly towards your direction his strong arms resting on the top shelf of toys behind you, caging you in. He looked at your frame, draggin his brown eyes lazily up and down as if you were the prettiest fucking thing in the world. He was gettin hungry.
Bending enough to talk in your ear, his voice rasped:
”And besides, i don’t think you’ll ever find a toy as better as me, so next time use me as you please.”
