Can I request Eldritch horror purring while making love to their partner?
First time in the woods with your. purring eldritch horror bf
You were used to nonchalant guys—boys who your friends promised had crushes on you, only for them to not even look your way.
Even when you fantasised, mind clouded by hot, passionate visions—being taken doggy style by your professor or pressed into a wall by some mysterious man on the street—there always lay a veil of disinterest It was as if they didn’t care to see your face, hear your moans, or listen to what your pretty lips gasped open, jaw slack, eyes rolling to the depths of your mind.
But not with him, not with it.
Its oversized figure towered over you like an ancient god—body all bones, wet flesh clinging to the beast’s core, and eyes that bore beyond your soul. For all its size, it was surprisingly… gentle. When its fingers traced down from your waist to your inner thighs, there was a strange feeling of misplaced reverence, like you were the idol it had chosen to bow before. Even each individual tendril (growing from the roots of its mind and covering its face as if it must be done, like an act of love and protection) carefully stroked you through your soaked panties, with each touch feeling like worship. You could almost taste its impatience—its scorching need and endless desire—and feel the thrum beneath its storm-colored skin.
“What a masochist,” you thought, before relenting and whispering encouragement to the unknowable entity you loved.
It gently flapped its wings in excitement, disturbing the natural fauna around you—you’d forgotten your surroundings (a clearing in the woods), unable to know and uncaring if it was due to your preoccupied mind or some side effect of venom your boyfriend secreted.
It tried to be quiet, to be human and contained, because isn’t that what it means to be human? To wear a tie that chokes you for the sake of normality. But it couldn't help it. As it forced its big, pulsing member into your wet, warm depths for the first time, how could you expect it to stay silent?
You felt it before you heard it—even though the beast was trying to be slow, to not take you too hard. Yet it changed your internal landscape with the never-ending feeling of its long, thick cock filling you, making it impossible to holdhold onto any semblance of reality. A low vibration rattled against you, rippling across your skin and deep into your core. Laying on your back, the vibrations pulsed against your taut, red nipples-blushing with need and desire -and against your dripping pussy.
It felt like love, each thrust carrying the weight of its symphony of devotion. Every deep, intense motion filled you more completely, tearing away every barrier between you and it until only raw need remained, stripped of all pretense.
You felt like a god, like a creature like an untamed animal. Here, now being fucked hard and rough against the earth to the softening sound of your boyfriends gentle purring - it felt like love.
