Imagine trying to have a normal Halloween party but all of your guests are REAL monsters that are horny as FUCK.
You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-
You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.
Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.
A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.
Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.
Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.
Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.
You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.
Hopefully next time you’ll actually realize you’re getting pounded by actual monster cock, though.
Valko asks it all casually, clacking away at his laptop as you sit on the couch, one of your legs right next to his shoulder, brushing it a bit.
He tries his best not to sink his teeth into the plush of your thighs, eyeing it as his cock starts throbbing. He tries so hard not to snatch your phone up and throw it, demand your damn attention, sniff you.
It's especially hard not to sniff you when you smell so fucking sweet, ruining him every time he is alone with you - which is often, given the assignment you two were on together. That and you have become friends, which he doesn't wanna fuck up with the wolfish way he wants to claim you.
Bite you, mark you, make you his.
Breed you-
"It's just Caleb," his eyes narrow behind his glasses now, looking right at you. "What? He is in town."
"Uh huh... Caleb," he repeats- he knows his ass is obsessed with you. Who could blame him, really? But you should be paying attention to him right now.
Not Caleb!?
"Well, what's he saying?"
"He was asking to come to dinner and... ah! Did you just bite me!?" He growls before he can stop himself, his teeth sunk into your thigh. You suck in a breath, smacking at him. "You bratty dog!"
"I am not a dog," he grumbles, smirking at the glittery teeth marks on your skin. "Tell him you are busy."
You blush when he sets down the laptop, spreading your thighs and kneeling, his ears twitching as he looks up at you - your heart hammers in your chest.
"Oh. Should I?" You tease, breathless when he slides his hands up. Sharp nails press against your delicate skin.
Leaning forward, he is far too close, inhaling your skin, breath against your inner thigh, making your pussy drenched.
"Valko..."
"Tell him. Now, sweetheart," he murmurs, done with pretending.
He needs you.
He can smell your juices, see the darkening of your panties when his pretty eyes flicker to your cunt. Pushing your thighs further, you drop the phone.
"Ah-ah," he bites your other thigh. Your hands come to tug on his fluffy ears, making his tail twitch side to side. Cock leaking. "Tell him you're busy."
"Fuck, okay," your shaky hand picks up the phone, your eyes getting lidded when his nose brushes your pretty pussy over those panties, you suck in a breath at it, fingers faltering. "mngh..."
"Tell him," he says in a soft little hum, inhaling you again, palming his cock to adjust it, feeling it swelling with how badly he wants to devour you. "If you wanna cum, you will."
"Fuck you're a brat," you mumble as he tugs you closer, shoving your knee up over his shoulder, nose inhaling your cunt again. "Are you gonna just sniff me !?"
"Till you answer," he sighs. "I could do this and cum."
"Freaky wolf, ah!" He bites your inner thigh, your juices just slippin' down further, in rivulets against his face, his glasses fogged up with his breaths. "F-fine."
Sorry Caleb - I'm busy tonight.
You show him the screen, and he smirks, a curve of his lips.
"Good girl."
Fuck.
Valko tugs your panties aside, looking at the mess your cunt is and moaning at the sight, tongue hot as it laps you from your ass to your clit, then back down, not just tasting - he's fucking lavishing you, spit soaked tongue dragging through your folds. "V-Valko I..."
"Good, good, good... good girl you're s-so... good," he's gripping you bruisingly now, slurping your messy, needy hole, the juices just pouring - his adam's apple bobs as he gulps you down, his glasses just slightly askew from the way he's drinking you. "Taste s'good... fuck..."
He could almost cum from the taste alone, greedily dragging his tongue from your slutty, quivering hole to that twitchy clit, all while you're gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his ears. It feels so good as he lets you coat his taste buds, watching your eyes roll back in your skull.
You shatter so fast, but he's not even trying to make you cum - he just needs your taste, he needs your scent, biting your clit before he can stop himself, the action having you squirt right down him, all over his sweater and his collar. He laughs softly as you whine out, arching your hips, thighs quivering.
"Please... in me, mngh..." You see his slick face and blush, the dark mess you made on his sweater apparent as he takes it off, standing, his cock leaking through his sweats.
You go to touch him but you don't get a moment, he's got you turned and bent over the living room table, that sweater of yours gripped in his huge hands, claws ruining the material without him meaning to. He spits right on your cunt just to make it even messier, it's so wet she doesn't even need it, laughing as you arch, thighs shaking.
The phone goes off.
Valko hums a bit, looking at the message.
"Aww... he misses his 'pips'. Cute," Valko laughs, lost now - he's not the goofy little jerk you're used to, not when he's lining his reddened tip with your hole - no, he's feral. "Should we show him how you're doin'? Hmm, sweetheart?"
"N-no, psycho," you're wetter at the idea, and he notices, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, torturing you as you arch, begging for more. "In me, in me... in - ah!"
Valko slides his veiny, thick cock deep, his tail wrapping around his body and tickling you as he groans, head falling forward, that heavy weight pressing you down. He's as big there as he is everywhere, his grin against your skin felt before he bites your neck, shoving in fully.
"S'deep... you're..."
You're a babbling mess when he pins you there, twitching inside you, cock dragging your sweet spot and kissing it over and over again. You're a drooling mess the more he moves, the more his cock rocks in and out, thickening and swelling impossibly.
"Should call him, huh baby? Let him hear your cunt he wants s'fuckin' bad," Valko can't stand it then, thinking of anyone with the girl that should be all his, every instinct on fire. "All mine, yeah baby? Breed your messy cunt till you're all mine, can't even talk, can you?"
"Mhm," you're shattering when he fucks you faster, meaner, a hand on the table bracing himself as he bites your neck till blood drips, lapping it up so his lips are crimson, moaning against your skin. "Valko... please..."
"I'll give it all to you," he's sinking his teeth again - marking you his, ones he hopes last and last, as his cock is soaked, and your tacky walls are milking him. "Fill you so full, won't be able to see anyone, will you?"
You shatter with one more drag of his fat tip, and that's when it pushes him over the edge, his knot swelling as his cum fills you to the brim, coating your walls in white. He's biting your shoulder, your neck, your arm, everywhere he can, as that fat knot stretches you, hurting so bad you're in tears - but fuck it feels good.
"So much... s'much, V-valko..." you whimper as he moves that knot, kissing all the places he's marked you, moaning softly. His tail twitches as it tickles your skin, his ears curving down.
"Perfect, f-fuck you're so... oh baby I don't think it'll go down I..." He's never had this happen, not being able to calm it down, locked and knotted so thick in your tiny cunt. He keeps kissing you, moving back a bit, hearing your little sharp breath. "Want me to keep this cum plugged inside you? Hmm, breed you, baby?"
"Yes, yes," you're drooling, looking at him with dilated eyes, all covered in his marks. "K-keep it all.. in ... your knot it's so..."
"Mhm, I know baby," he's soothing you even as he rocks it in just an inch - back and forth, until he's pressing all his cum right against your puffy lil cervix.
You're cummin' again and again, but what you don't realize is...
Valko left Caleb all of that on a voice message </3
he’s groping your ass at the cul-de-sac cookouts. he's burying his nose in your neck because you smell one hundred times better than the food your neighbor keeps forcing onto his plate. he’s hogging the fruit platter you brought for everyone else, feeding you pieces with his hands, then making you lick the juice from his fingers afterward.
you make up for forcing him to spend time with the neighbors he doesn't even like by letting him take you however he pleases.
tonight's choice is against the dresser to the left of the bed you two share.
it bangs against the wall with chunky, noisy thuds, the everyday objects upon it knocking over, off, and rolling onto the floor as he fucks you from behind with a hand pressed at your throat. squeezing only just to keep you staring into the mirror attached to the drawers.
he's hunched over you, panting against your shoulder. animalistic grunts mixing with the loud squelches sounding from where the two of you meet, your pussy stretched and stuffed to the brim with his cock.
sweat drips from the both of you as he pounds out his frustrations over not being able to have any alone time with you for the past three goddamn hours. over having to sit with a stiff cock while your neighbors tug you away from him for stupid reasons. over seeing you prance around in that little skirt you only pull out for the summer months.
licking at your neck and ear, he comes hard with powerful smacks of his hips into your ass. thick cum flowing inside you and leaking out when you can no longer hold it anymore. it grows into an impressive puddle on the floor beneath you as he carries on. steadying the flick of his waist once more and pumping himself until you're gushing with a trembling cry.
he makes sure to wrap you tight to keep fucking you right there, until you're wailing his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
maybe that'll finally get them to fuck the hell off...
How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat
Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging
- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.
- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.
- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.
- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.
- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.
- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.
- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.
Expanded Story For Demon Husband Can Be found Here And On Patreon
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.
Most wet pathetic werewolf you've ever seen who desperatly is trying to seduce you as his mate.
But he's just so... Pathetic.
You can't help feel bad for him.
Your fingers tease up his chest as he tries to talk to you, you smirk as you watch him start and stutter over his words, his tail curling between his legs as he starts to whine a little.
You pity him enough you let him fuck you.
He's lapping at your pussy like it's his last meal, claws holding your thighs open as he thanks you over and over again.
You tell him to shut up and keep eating you out, your hand reaching and grabbing the top of his head as you push your hips up into his face, groaning as his tongue makes you reach a climax.
You don't even fight him when he starts to needily nibble at your neck and shoulders, his thick cock poking at your entrance as he pleads.
He's so pathetic, he's sobbing at this point as he slides in to you. Your tight warmth around his thick girth making him lose it.
He barely last long, a few messy and sloppy thrust and he pops his knot into your cunt, swelling up and filling his load into you.
He's sobbing uncontrollably as he holds you, his tail wagging.
You weren't complaining much, the feeling of him deep in you, his load filling your insides... It was bliss.
But you knew you were going to have to train him to last a bit longer.
Next time you'll have to edge him until he's a sobbing and curled mess on the floor, begging for your hole.
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.
Something about a feral not quite sapient werewolf really does it for me. Can't even talk to you, doesn't think, only knows: "Pussy makes knot feel so good" so he just humps and humps and whines and keens, hoping the burning ache in his cock will end. He's an animal hunting for pleasure
tw: heavy dub-con
Imagine finding a werewolf in the woods. You are just walking around, trying to get some fresh air after being inside for too long. You hear him before you see him, your whole body tensing while you try to process exactly what the sound is. The whining and the tiny grunts sound like a wounded animal, and your heart is just too big not to try to find it.
You find the werewolf trapped between two big trees, his body struggling against some kind of trap that probably some hunters set up. He's struggling, his whole body tense when he whines. Poor thing can't escape the ropes, but when you approach, you realize that's not why he's struggling so much. His hands are trapped above his head, and his dick is so hard and leaking so profusely there's a tiny puddle under him. You approach carefully, talking softly to him.
The second your smell hits his nose, you know you are in trouble. The roar that escapes his throat is nothing but a predator alerting his prey. You only have time to gasp before the ropes around him give up and he jumps to the ground. You turn around in a rush, determined to run away, but you don't have time for that. You don't have time for anything before his big body collides with yours.
Your body propells forward, but his big hand catches your head before you hit the ground. His body covers yours completely, so big and warm and relentless in his way to pull on your clothes. You try to soothe him with little shushing sounds, but with each movement it's clearer and clearer that what he wants to do to you, the reminder of his hard leaking dick pressing against your lower back while he ruts into your body.
You try to act proper, but the movement and his whimpering and groaning are doing something for you. Your body is heating, your pussy is clenching, and to your embarrassment... you want him. You open your legs a bit, and he falls between them, his dick finally positioned close to your pussy. You arch your back as much as you can, offering yoruself to him. That only makes him more feral, his roar shaking the trees around you when his claws finally rip the last piece of clothes off your body, the tip of his dick connecting with your core.
He doesn't wait for a word, he plunges forward while you let out a silent scream that turns into broken vowels and half-yips while he pounds into you with the whole force of his body. It's intoxicating, brain-melting, and you can barely contain the pleasure that mixes with a hint of pain. He's rutting into you like a desperate creature, mumbling words that make no sense, but not stopping for even a second.
Much to your humiliation, you come on the werewolf dick, screaming at the top of your lungs as your body seizes around him. His responding roar is accompanied by a feeling of fullness, your pussy stretching so widely you can barely breathe when his knot expands inside of you completely. You stop thinking, the only feeling is the one of your pussy clenching over his knot, of the fullness of him inside of you. And meanwhile, he comes and comes and comes, the only sounds out of his mouth are broken words, something about "knot", something about "pussy", something about "mate".
