the closer his rut, the more often your werewolf husband wakes in the early hours of the morning with a hard cock and hairy skin sensitive to the smallest touches due to the unbearable ache.
it’s hot. too hot in the bedroom, so he has to rip the bed sheets away from his side or he’ll start going more insane than he already feels. you’re facing away from him, ass pointing toward him in an unknowing taunt as you remain asleep on your side. yet he still wakes you, tugging you from your slumber and flush against his front.
even in your groggy state, you know. you can feel the leaky head of his dick pressing into your fold–pulsing its heated requests right against your entrance. a tired lift of your leg is all it takes for the wolf to grope your tit and slide inside you with a growl into your neck. he’s already coming by the time he bottoms out, pumping his seed as he keeps fucking you.
the both of you know that if he doesn’t get out what he needs to right now, he'll be a clingy, whining grump… so he fucks you for the entire morning. embracing you while you clutch him back, your drowsy state and the way his tip nudges up against your cervix wrenching multiple orgasms from you. your husband coming almost continuously for the entire period, creaming your walls with nonstop, throaty howls. and only stopping when the two of you are covered in sweat and panting with exhaustion.
“can’t wait f’you to to take my knot,” he slurs at your back, holding your trembling figure. letting his eyes shut, he rambles. “gonna mark you up. fill you with pups, then watch y’get all big and round. make your tits swell up nice ‘n pretty with milk…”
a few more sentences, and the wolf’s fast asleep. snoring low and right against your ear while rubbing a palm across the damp skin of your stomach.
Loverboy Werewolf who was never really interested in humans before. Always setting his sights on the other female wolves in the pack. But that was before he happened across you, a perfect and plump thing lying so prettily in the meadow on his pack’s grounds.
Loverboy Werewolf who introduces himself to you by chasing a nearby deer into the meadow and promptly “saving” you from getting trampled. As if the deer were more dangerous than him.
Loverboy Werewolf who’s usually so good at talking to women, his tongue silver and his wit quick. But in the face of you he was nothing but a bumbling baboon who could barely utter a word. Luckily it was something you found charming in its own unique way. A soft blush on your cheeks that he couldn’t help but mirror.
Loverboy Werewolf who goes to the meadow daily, sometimes multiple times a day, in order to get just a chance at seeing you. Usually you’re there and on the rare occasion you’re not he always feels his heart drop into his stomach. If he could he would spend all waking and sleeping hours with you.
Loverboy Werewolf who will roll around in the flowers with you, talking and laughing your hearts out. He’ll watch as the sunlight casts a glowing warmth across your face. Like it too is drawn to your beauty and craves you as much as he does. All of nature is made more beautiful by you.
Loverboy Werewolf who proves it as he plucks flowers from the meadow and spends days trying to learn how to make flower crowns from a kind older woman in the pack. When he finally gets it down the first thing he does is make one for you, placing it gently on your head. The sight takes his breath away and from that day onward he makes a new one for you to wear.
Loverboy Werewolf who is no doubt in love with you. And he hopes you love him too. He thinks you do. At least the flowers he plucks the petals off of say so. If the way you act around him says anything then you definitely do. Especially when you egg him on to make chase.
Loverboy Werewolf who plays along with your games as he chases you around the meadow. But it never lasts long before he’s tackling you into the grass, protecting your head and rolling over till you lay on top of him.
Loverboy Werewolf who always sucks in a breath as you wiggle on top of him, your body rolling and grinding in a way that can’t be on accident. His heated eyes bore into your own, his claws finding their way into your plush waist and guiding your movements. Rocking you back and forth against his growing erection.
Loverboy Werewolf who tries so hard to stay calm but quickly ends up losing himself. Picking up pace and grinding you hard against his bulge. Rolling your hips up so it hits your sensitive clit every single time. He loses further control as your mewl sounds so much like a wolf’s howl. It sends him nearly feral for you every time.
Loverboy Werewolf tries to save your clothes as he undresses you. But his patience wears too thin too fast and your clothes end up a shredded mess no matter what you two do.
Loverboy Werewolf who’s so impatient to get you on his cock yet the second he bottoms out inside of you he keeps you still. Content just to feel your tight heat wrapped around his twitching girth. No matter how much you squirm or beg he never starts his thrusts until he’s ready. Feeling you and soaking in the sensation. Basking in the warmth of your embrace. He relishes it and wouldn’t rush a second of it.
Loverboy Werewolf who fucks you like an absolute beast when he finally is ready. Crushing the flowers beneath you as he ruts into like the wild animal that he is. The force of his thrusts sending your body flying upward before he slams you back down his length. The leaking angry tip of his cock making out with your cervix and smashing against every sensitive spot along your walls.
Loverboy Werewolf who hooks his arms beneath your legs, nearly bending you in half in order to get as close to you as possible. Finding new ways to jackhammer his dick into your silken walls in order to mold them to the shape of his shaft and get as deep within you as possible.
Loverboy Werewolf whose pace is utterly relentless. Fucking into you with only one goal in mind. Your pleasure. And when you’re crying and babbling through broken words, begging for his knot, he gives it to you. Of course, he’d give you anything you desire. He watches in awe as his knot swells up and the second he snaps his hips, popping the last of his knot into your already overstuffed cunt, you immediately cum. Your release triggering his own right after you, his knot locking you two together.
Loverboy Werewolf who inhales deeply, welcoming the perfect mixture of your flowery scent combined with his that wafts from your very pores. He can’t get enough of it even as he nuzzles into your throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh and inhaling deep. Your responding giggles send his heart fluttering. Gosh, how he wants to cherish you always.
Loverboy Werewolf who suddenly has the deep urge to sink his fangs into the flesh of your throat. To mark you as his and make you his mate. Whether you were a werewolf, a human, or even a damn vampire, he didn’t care.
Loverboy Werewolf who somehow resists the urge, not wanting to do anything rash without having talked to you. To get your unwavering consent. To have you beg to make you his as much as he yearns to beg to be yours. If he spends any longer consumed by your scent he may not last much longer. So he leans back, looking down at you as if you hung the moon and the stars.
Loverboy Werewolf who doesn’t say a thing, letting his eyes speak of the depth of his feelings as he plucks a nearby flower from the ground. One that made it intact after your sweaty activities. Gently he tucks it behind your ear, mesmerized by the sight of you once again.
Loverboy Werewolf who is so enchanted he doesn’t even notice it was the same type of flower he always picked to test if you were in love with him. The same flower that said yes every time.
So picture this. Don’t judge me please you got caught shoplifting and had to be escorted by werewolf police you caused a scene which cause about 5 or 6 to show up. They had you either on the ground or against the car and started grinding up against them . Pure heaven
A/N: I loved this idea! This reads like a bad porno but at the same time I'm completely obsessed. Enjoy!
You didn’t even know you had it in you. You forgot it in your bag when you were paying, it wasn’t even on purpose. You even paid everything else before going away, for goddess’ sake. But it was enough to send the fucking manager into an angry fit and calling the cops on you. Fucking unicorns, always so mighty and stupid that they had to feel better than anyone. The jackass was even smirking when the werewolf officer appeared to take you to the police department.
Lucky for you, the werewolf police officer was much more understanding, even chuckling when you told him the story. But he also told you that you should hang around the police department for a few more hours so the unicorn wouldn’t give you (or him) any more troubles.
That’s how you found yourself eating cake at somebody’s retirement party. A bunch of werewolves neatly dressed in uniform and very, very friendly. And the werewolf retiring? Good Goddess, he was made of your best daddy’s fantasies, his voice a bit growly and his eyes way too captivating.
But he wasn’t the only one, everyone around you was incredibly attractive. So sexy that you had to look at the ground for a very long time trying to calm yourself a bit. It didn’t work, though. Because they were growling at each other, and being playful, and overall they were a bunch of hot dudes dressed in uniform and treating you like a princess, and you definitely were into that. You were so into that that your pussy was pulsating and you were sure your panties were drenched just by being there.
And by the sniffs you could hear… they knew as much.
You were ready to leave, you were there enough time, you were sure the unicorn manager already left… But your resoluteness to run away disappeared the second you heard them talk. “She’s not a bad retirement present though…” One of the wolves said to the daddy one.
The growl that emanates from the daddy werewolf is enough to send a gush of juices to soak your panties. You let out a tiny whimper, and all the werewolves in the room turned to look at you.
“Do you want that, little human? Do you want to be a present for my pack?” He asked with the sluttiest voice possible, raspy and guttural, sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, unable to form words when they all were looking at you like you were the piece of cake they wanted to eat next. “I need words, human, we take consent very seriously.”
“Ye- yes,” you let out in a whisper. But it was enough.
A dozen of hands were on you, taking your clothes off, pushing them away from your body and laying you down on the table as they groped and explored your soft body. You were whimpering in need, your pussy clenching over nothing, so very empty.
Someone’s fingers found your core, and they chuckled at how wet you were, telling everyone to touch for themselves. They all did, fingers rubbing, pinching, and pushing inside of you until you were crying desperately for someone to make you come. That only amused them more, who laughed and slapped your pussy a few times. “Just for funsies”, someone said.
“Please, please… Make me come,” you whispered.
They kept groping your body like you were nothing but a doll. You fucking love being treated like that, to a point you could have never guessed. It wasn’t every day that a whole pack of werewolves decided to have you as a pack-present.
“She’s ready,” the one finger-fucking your pussy said.
“Take the first knot, old man, you deserve it,” the one who detained you said as he clapped the daddy-werewolf in the back, all of them laughing as he stepped between your legs and rubbed your clit until you were crying out.
“Can you take mine, too, little human?” Someone else asked as the tip of their cock pressed against your bottom lip. You could only think of one response to that: you opened up.
Someone chuckled at your neediness, your legs open as somebody pounded into your pussy and your mouth happily sucked around someone else’s cock. You knew you should be embarrassed, but you didn’t have it in you. Not when there was a knot stretching you to the point of madness and the one on your mouth was fucking your throat as if you were a doll.
You fucking loved it.
And when the knot finally stretched inside of you, any coherent thought disappeared from your mind as it pressed against your G-spot almost painfully. You were groaning around the cock filling your throat, but he didn’t seem to mind, his movements getting faster before you felt his release in the back of your throat.
You were breathing hard, coming down from your own mind-numbing orgasm, but someone else took his place, rubbing his precum on your lips before you dutifully opened your mouth and he fucked your throat, too.
Your body was moved around a few more times, you couldn't distinguish between dicks in and out of your holes. They kept passing you around, and when somebody stretched your asshole with a huge dose of lube (or maybe it was come, you weren’t sure), you did nothing but to moan around the dick in your mouth, bouncing faster on the cock inside of you.
Soon your back-door was being filled, too. The combined stretch in both holes sent you into a waterfall of sensations that had your pussy and ass quivering around their dicks, sending them into an orgasm as you gushed around them like a slut.
From that point on it was a frenzy of heat and fluids, dicks being pushed in and out of your holes, knots stretching you out until all your holes were gaping and you were cum-drunk. And even then, you couldn’t do anything but to beg for more, more, more…
Your whole body was trembling as orgasm after orgasm crashed over your oversensitive pussy and they rejoiced around you. Their howls, laughter and filthy words were the perfect symphony of depravity to the werewolf orgy you were in the middle of.
And when they had enjoyed your body to the max of their capabilities (and yours), and you were sore in the best of ways, you couldn’t avoid thinking that trying to steal those socks was your best decision ever.
You keep trying to mate bond with your werewolf fwb and he's getting fed up.
He shoves you back into the mattress the moment he feels the little nibble against his mating gland. You moan at the way his cock throbs deep inside you. He snarls,
"I told you to stop doing that."
You just whine and pull him closer, reaching for his shoulder again with bared teeth. He flips you over with force, putting you in a nasty headlock and setting an unforgiving pace. Your nails dig into his thick arms, drool and tears dampening his fur as you feel his knot slapping against your cunt with every bed-breaking thrust. You mindlessly babble a mantra.
"Knot me. knot me. Knot me."
He hates that he's giving you exactly what you want, hates that it's exactly what he wants too.
With one more forceful thrust, his knot rams in and you both cum together. Your legs kick against the mattress, eyes rolling back and you can barely breathe as he keeps you in place with his strong arms.
After he drains his balls inside you, he licks up from your neck to your cheek, pointedly ignoring the mating mark area while cleaning up your spit and tears, you still keen at the rare affectionate action. He releases you from the headlock, letting you fall limply to the mattress. You bask in the feeling of a full womb, his warmth hovering over your back.
"Peanut butter."
His ears flick and his head tilts in confusion, he leans in closer,
"What?"
He gives a half scoff, half growl.
You mumble louder this time,"Peanut butter." and point towards where your shoulder meets your neck "Right here, then you'll bite me and we'll be mates."
"I fuck you out of convenience. We will never be mates."
You lazily blink up at him, head resting on the mattress. Maybe those words would hurt you if you weren't delusional but you are so you reach up and pull him down by his scruffy neck.
"Don't you think I'd look so cute, swollen with your pups?"
You actually see his pupils dilate, you feel his knot swell just a little, hear his strangled breath.
"That's why you fuck me raw every single time, right? Because you wanna make me a mama?"
He goes to shake his head but he's second guessing himself, and of course you take advantage of it. You slowly scratch just under his ear so he bares his neck to you.
"You want little pups yipping around, calling you Papa? I can give you that."
He has to physically stop his tail from wagging, his breathing is now sharp and his hips meet yours when you push back on him. You move down his neck as you continue.
"I'd be such a good mama, I'd let you breed me again and again and again."
He lets out a quiet whine and you scratch just under his chin, finally reaching his mating gland.
"I'd give you a whole pack if you let me."
Your canines graze right over his gland but you don't get to bite before he wakes up and pushes your head into the mattress again. His angry growls rumble deep as he shakes his head free from the thoughts you put there.
You just snicker and grind back on his knot, happy with how close you got this time.
That's when he finally realises how fucked he is. Why the hell did he believe you when you said you were on birth control?
Imagine slut training but with different monsters. Each one teaching you something different so you can become the perfect fuck toy the perfect flashlight for anyone and everyone to use
18+
DNI minors
Vampire trainer: they help you to get off from pain they scratch and slap but your favourite thing is when they bite deep into your shoulder while squeezing your chest the feeling of their teeth deep into you drinking your blood you know it’ll leave a deep purple and red mark on your shoulder. After a few weeks of training, you’re able to cum from their brutal treatment alone the pleasure shot through you. After those sessions you always felt light headed from the intensity of your orgasm and the slight blood loss.
Werewolf trainer: you’ve always struggled with anything knotted you can barely take the knotted toys they tested on you. You thought your teacher would be kind but you found yourself tied down with your ass in the air. At first he was somewhat gentle he’d grind his knot against your hole getting you more used to the idea of it being deep in you but after a few sessions, he couldn’t resist how tight and warm it was inside so he toyed with you pumping quickly in and out making sure his knot was fully pushed in. The quick pace made your hole make a sloppy popping sound and while it was overwhelming and nearly painful you loved it too much knowing your teacher was crazy for your body.
Orc trainer: you felt afraid when you first had an orc as your teacher they staggered over you and their dicks looked larger than your former and thicker too you had no idea how something like that would fit in you but he made sure to take his time picking you apart. His favourite position was standing up and holding you like a fleshlight he loved the sounds you’d make as he stuffed everything inside of you. It was impossible to form a thought when he was that deep in you his dick pushed every thought out but left a lovely bump on your stomach. Sometimes you’d be bent over a high counter with your feet not touching the floor and he’d use you like the slut you where made to be making sure to stuff you round after round with him cum making sure to keep a slut like you satisfied and stuffed full
Werewolf boyfriend who will let you ride his cock during his heat. He loves seeing your plush thighs squish his waist while you try to mount his cock. You whimper as he pinches your nipple piercings. He loves teasing you, even if it’s a little mean.
If your hips start to stutter, he’ll grab your love handles and push you down on his cock. He howls and groans as he mercilessly slams his hips into yours. “Come on bunny, you love to hop until I knot you. You can’t handle it? Come on hops, you can do it. My sweet little mate can take my puppies, all my cum.” He growls and pulls you into his chest as he thrust up into you. His knot grows as he gets closer, making you call out his name as he rubs circles into your clit. He forces an orgasm out of your body before filling you up with his cum.
Your tummy was visibly swollen, his knot keeping you completely full as he pulls your body into his as he curls around you. You can hear his breath even out as he falls asleep, keeping you close to him.
Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...
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He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.
"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.
She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.
"See, you want it too..."
She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.
"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.
He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.
"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."
"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.
When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.
"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.
He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.
"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."
She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.
I've been thinking and thinking, trying to pinpoint exactly what it was that got me into monster fucking/loving. Was it something I saw or heard, or did it just spring up all on its own? I've been racking my brain trying to figure it out. And then I realized it was this! This right here:
The garden scene from Dracula (1992)! This came out before I was even born! At the time, I didn't even know the terms 'monster fucker' or 'teratophillia' were even a thing, but I swear, the first time I saw this, I was like, "I gotta have me some of that!"
