the wank zone

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[deerboybreeder]

Imagine that you're going on a high school field trip to a hucow farm, it's supposed to be an educational visit and you and your friends are too busy horsing around to pay much attention. Maybe you fall behind the group, and get dared to climb into one of the paddocks.

Little did you know, you're all fertile today, and one of the bulls has come to investigate. Easily overpowered, you get mounted in front of your friends. Maybe they climb in to try and help you, maybe they start touching themselves to the sight of it. Either way, there are a few new additions to the hucow herd by the end of the day~

It all happened so fast.

One minute I was laughing with my friends, daring each other to enter the paddock and taking photos for social media there, and scampering out again. We knew no one was supposed to go in there, that the bulls especially could be aggressive if bothered, but stupid teens will be stupid teens.

But in a flash, while I sent off a silly selfie captioned "lol cowcore" to my Snapchat story, I was grabbed, my phone knocked out of my hands and sliding out of the enclosure. My first instinct was to scream, to struggle, but I'm not strong and this breeding bull very much was. One arm held me against him while the other yanked my jeans down, I knew immediately what was about to happen but was powerless to stop it.

The bull slammed his thick, virile cock into my pussy without warning, tight from the fear of being forcibly bred. It hurts, I'm screaming out for help, but my friends are, at first, too stunned to do anything. It isn't until the bull adjusts and pulls my hoodie over my head and exposes my so frequently hidden tits that anyone does anything.

One breaks off from the group to run and get a teacher. The rest pull out their phones and start taking photos, or recording me as I get raped by this huge bull. He seems to like the attention, picking me up and while still keeping me impaled on his cock, brings me close to the edge of the paddock. People get shots of my swinging tits, bouncing with every violent thrust, close ups of my cunt being split open by this bulls cock.

Eventually, one of the teachers arrives, flanked by the student that ran for help. He quickly ushers the other students away, saying he needed to take care of this himself without distractions and to get back to the bus before someone else got hurt.

I'm crying, and I can feel the bull start to stutter, and suddenly I'm being pumped full of his hot cum, deep in my unprotected pussy. I'm so scared- of course I wasn't on birth control, and we had just seen a presentation about how potent the cum is from the bulls on this particular farm. I look up desperately to the teacher with bleary, teary eyes, hoping to be saved before the bull started fucking me again- I could already feel him stiffening back up.

Instead, he reaches through the slats on the paddock and gropes my tits. Were they always this big? I try to jerk away from the touch but the bull has me held in place.

"This might be a better place for you than our school." The teacher says coldly, playing with my exposed tits like it was something he always wanted to do. "You've never been that bright. Here you'll be useful. Don't worry, your parents won't even miss you. Not a little slut like you."

I cry and shake my head, wanting to be sick, but I'm having a hard time focusing between the groping and the bull that's started thrusting again into my cum slick pussy. I beg for help in a broken, tiny voice, but the teacher shakes his head as he pinches my nipple.

"No, it's too late now. Anything a bull cums in is considered property of the farm. There's no doubt that you're already pregnant- and I know you couldn't come home a teen mom. Id say dad, but I don't need to pretend with you anymore. Don't worry- the school will be reimbursed for your loss. I almost want to pay them for getting you out of our hair." He laughs, gives my tits one last squeeze, and goes to leave.

He sees my phone lying on the ground and picks it up. There's a moment of pause before he takes a few photos of my body, a video of this bull raping me as i sob and beg for help, and he sends it off to a few of my group chats, explaining that I won't be online anymore, but if they're in the area of the farm they can come visit me. He laughs as he watches people react to the video and photos, before pocketing my phone and walking away, leaving me to my fate.

The humiliation coupled with the way the bill was slamming into me was just enough to force me to cum on his intruding cock, taking that cum deeper into my unprotected and fertile womb. It really was too late.

..

Months later, my life is good. I don't think, I'm milked multiple times a day, and I'm starting to round out with my first calf. I'm young for this herd, but healthy, and my parents did nothing to try and come get me once they got the letter that I was trapped in the paddock and had already been impregnated. Sometimes, one of my old friends will visit, or an online friend who got the message about what happened and where I went. But I barely register their presence. My old self is gone, which is probably for the best, because my old self would be mad that half of the time I was being masturbated to. My new self though, it barely notices. Too busy being milked and occasionally re mounted by the same bull that put me here.

[cvntyboylove-666]

a dad who ties big brother and me together with big brother’s fat cock in my tight boycunt and our chests pressed together and one of those double-sided ballgags so we’re pretty much forced to make out and squirm and whimper while dad gets off on watching his sons make out and his baby boy cockwarming his oldest and he shoots his cum all over us and tells us he won’t untie us until big brother cums inside me and gives us a little sibling 😵‍💫💦

[dripflower]

Petplay Idea: Unicorn trapped in a pen. Chained by the neck to a post, spreader bar holding their legs apart. Their hole is wetter than they'll ever admit. Their new owner (who captured them) has set this up as an traveling attraction, and if certain patrons pay enough, they get to fuck the magical beast in front of all the spectators. All those eyes watching, unable to get away,, something so pure becoming so disheveled and needy. UGH <33

[gravidwithlore]

Thinking about a poor soul who's, for some reason or another, irresistible to a myriad of magical creatures/beings looking to knock them up and it leads to them going through several rapid-ish pregnancies all at once.

First he gets pinned down and stuffed by a werewolf on their evening stroll. Spread wider than he's ever been by the werewolf's thick knot, unwillingly cumming again and again as it savagely thrusts into the most sensitive parts inside of him over and over. Leaving him bloated with its cum, and unknowingly already growing its litter in their womb.

As he begins to limp home an ethereal being offers comfort and a helping hand. The kind beings cool soothing touch calming him down and making him feel safe. He's brought to the beings abode where more beautiful people surround them, their soft voices lulling him into a relaxed state, comforting him as his belly gently begins to swell, their hands roaming each newly stretched inch of skin. Soon their hands explore lower, making him feel so good, and they're taking turns entering inside of him, cooing over him and encouraging him every time he cums. They kiss his forehead and tell him he's already doing such a good job growing big and round for them. Eventually he begins to come to his senses, and insists he needs to go home. Then he stumbles out of the trees about an hour before sunrise. When he checks his phone it's 3 months later, and it's abundantly clear he's just entered the second trimester with both a litter of werewolf pups and a litter of faelings in his swollen womb.

Stumbling home, adjusting to the weight of two separate litters in his belly, he startles when he spots a creature, clearly alien in nature. He's scared for a moment, but then sees that the alien is clearly in distress, its belly almost as big and swollen as his and appears to be cramping something fierce. He winces and places a hand over his own womb in sympathy. Suddenly the alien's gaze locks onto him, and before he can even begin to run, the alien is upon him, much faster than it ought to be as weighed down as it is. The alien enters him roughly, needily, and soon to his horror he understands why, as an egg about the size of a tennis ball moves through the alien's ovipositor and forces its way into his already crowded womb. The alien makes a guttural screech that sounds like relief as they continue to pulsate inside of him, depositing its long overdue clutch inside of a clearly fertile incubator. By the time the alien is done, abandoning him now that its needs have been met, his belly is twice as big as before.

He laboriously shuffles to the nearest doctors office he can find, his back already killing him from such a sudden change in weight and balance, and he arrives as they open panting and out of breath. The doctor ushers him in straight away to their exam room, lying through their teeth when they say they'll help him. The mad scientist he was unlucky enough to find so quickly, marvels to themselves at his fertile womb, and decides he's the perfect test subject for their latest experiment. They make a big show of appearing kind and helpful, while delighting in every moan of pain and discomfort as they poke and prod at his gravid form. While checking between his legs, insisting on making sure he didn't sustain any injury, they apply a ‘soothing gel’ deep inside of him, the beginnings of their newest monstrous creation. And just for fun, before he leaves they give him a couple of ‘preventative vaccines,’ one of which makes sure that he stays hyper fertile, and the other which ensures that every new offspring added to his belly grows to catch up to be as far along as the rest. It's not long after he waddles out of the doctors office that he's whining in discomfort and dismay as his belly begins to rapidly swell again, the ‘vaccine’ kicking in, causing the ‘soothing gel’ to rapidly approach the second trimester as well.

So distracted on his way home by his already overcrowded womb, wondering with dawning horror how much bigger he's going to get, he fails to realize he's crossing under a bridge. Specifically a troll's bridge. Who, upon learning our poor soul can't find his wallet, gleefully insists on using him like a flesh light as an alternative form of payment. The troll finds it amusing that his belly has become so cumbersome that they can barely hold him in their one hand. And they laugh uproariously as he moans and sobs and cums as his sensitive belly, and frankly his now swelling chest, bounces as they harshly drag him up and down their cock. But their greatest delight is after they've flooded his insides with their cum, settling back with him still sitting on their cock, so long and thick they've burst through his cervix and can feel the first stirrings of the litters inside of him around the head of his cock. Not only can they feel their own half-troll bastard growing in the guy's womb as well, they get to watch as he futilely tries to get off their cock, begging for help that won't come as, already too heavy and exhausted to lift themself off, even before his belly began to visibly swell again, only succeeding in clumsily riding the troll's cock rather than escaping them. By the time he's manages to leave, he has two troll bastards weighing down his womb, and it's already afternoon.

Trying to take a short cut home, desperate to find safety and comfort, he runs into a rowdy gang of goblins that surround him and delight in teasing his helpless form. Slapping his belly, his cum-stained thighs, jumping up in competition to see who can slap his burgeoning tits. They jeer at every yelp of pain, every cry for help, every plea for kindness. It's easy for them to overrun him, thrusting into him, sometimes more than one at a time, cheering whenever his belly pulsates and grows, betting each other money on where the next stretch marks will be, which goblin will make him cum, whether he's going to beg them to stop or to keep going. They make sure to brand his ass with the gang's symbol as their leader cums into him and his belly swells again. The other goblins tease him by rutting against his belly, abusing his stretched out angry looking belly button, pulling his head back and sticking their fingers in his mouth. Eventually they get tired and bored, going back to their hide-out to eat a big meal and take a long nap, leaving him covered in drying goblin cum, legs shaking from overstimulation and the weight of his womb as he tries to continue his journey, now even more desperate to get home so he can rest.

By the time he manages to painfully waddle home, his landlord, a dragon, is already there waiting for him, demanding the last three months of rent. They have no sympathy for the guy's sob story, or their painfully swollen womb riddled with angry looking stretch marks. They decide to take the payment another way, and since he's decided to let other creatures use his womb for free, it only makes sense that he should use his fertile womb to pay for his late rent. The dragon mercilessly pins him on his hands and knees, ignoring his cries of pain as his already overtaxed belly is crushed into the ground, and thrusts into him right there in his front yard. Uncaring for their tenants comfort or well-being they take their pleasure and deposit three eggs in his belly, one for each late month. With a roar that shakes nearby buildings they cum inside of him, ensuring their eggs will take. They growl a warning that in the future this is how late payments will be collected, and fly off, leaving him there crying from the pain of his belly swelling yet again.

Half crawling, half slowly waddling, with laborious slowness he finally makes it into his apartment. His roommate, both surprised and relieved that he's alive after three months missing, comforts him as he breaks down into full unintelligible snot-nosed sobs. They help him clean himself up, find something soft and loose he can squeeze into, wraps him up in a cozy blanket, and listens to his roommate's wild story of how he ended up arriving home so absurdly and supernaturally pregnant. He's so full every breath is a wheeze, every gust of air across his sensitive skin makes him wince, every piece of furniture creaks underneath his weight. Holding him on the couch, soothing him as he panics about if he's going to get bigger, when he's going to give birth, what he's going to do with all the litters and eggs and more when he does; a sturdy grounding hand rubbing circles on his heavy already over-taxed womb, his roommate notices the full moon rising outside. Looking from the moon outside, to the very moon-like belly dominating his frame, and back again, his roommate, the werewolf whose first litter is just beginning to move in his womb, decides he should be able to fit another litter of pups in there. At least.

[monstersflashlight]

Read the contract (Day 2/8 of 10k followers event)

Unicorn x male-reader || Free use, overstimulation, humiliation (lowkey), exhibitionism, dub-con, size difference

“Sign here.” The naga in front of you passed some papers your way and you looked over them, not understanding most of the stuff written there, but too embarrassed to ask.

“I- I should read it first,” you said slowly, trying to read as fast as possible but already too excited to do your new job.

The naga looked at you like you were a cute puppy, or maybe just dumb. “It’s just normal procedure, you are hired to perform, if they like you they hire you for more… Same old shit.” That sounded okay, and you were way too happy to have found a job dancing for such a big place, for such an important person. A unicorn! Like come on, that’s what’s magic dreams were made of.

“Okay,” you say, cheerfully. You were about to vibrate out of your skin with excitement.

You signed. Not knowing what that would entitle in the long run. Wrong choice.

You were hired to perform for the head unicorn of the herd. Everything sounded good and okay, but as soon as you appeared before him, your body thrummed with excitement. You never saw a unicorn before, you heard a lot about them, but seeing one in the flesh? Such a weird experience. And you couldn’t stop your dick from twitching at the majestic creature in front of you. His office was big and wide, everything prepared for his size, and you felt dainty.

He looked up from his papers and stared at you, a big smirk on his beautiful face as his horn glimmered under the fluorescent lights. “Get naked.” It was all he said before stepping off the platform his desk was on and walking to you. You looked up, and up, and up… He was so big.

“What?” You asked, confused and still a bit dumbfounded seeing him in front of you, your brain sounding like a thousand bees are dancing around it.

He looked at you with tenderness in his eyes, like how you would look an old person asking for directions, and you felt dumb and stupid. You wanted to whine, being treated in such way was making your dick fill up in your pants.

“You were hired to perform, so get naked,” he explained, looking you up and down and licking his lips seductively. You shivered, your body thrumming with excitement once again.

Between the fog in your brain, a random thought appears: “But- But I thought… I was here to dance!” You exclaimed, your hands reaching accidentally to touch his warm body.

He chuckled, caressing the side of your face. “Didn’t you read the contract?”

“I- I didn’t,” you confessed. You felt like you were being chastised for being silly, and in a way… That made you feel hot and bothered. You were such a slut for degradation.

He caressed your face a bit more, his hooves felt weird against your skin, but good weird. “Well, little human, you better prep yourself fast because I have a meeting in an hour and I want to empty my balls in your thigh hole before that.” His bluntness made you whine, his words so hot and heated, so truthful… You wanted to melt into the floor before him, to kiss his hooves and suck his big dick. You were ready for anything he asked. You weren’t supposed to do that, but you were far beyond yourself to say no.

“But- But I don’t…” You tried to argue, a part of your brain still trying to fight what you knew was the perfect excuse to give in to your deepest cravings.

He crooked his head to the side, a smug smirk playing on his lips. “You don’t want it?”

“I- I didn’t say that,” you stuttered, flushing brightly.

“So you want it?” He asked. His voice left no doubt to the imagination, he knew you wouldn’t say no, he knew how hot you felt already.

“I don’t… I didn’t know…” Your brain was fuzzy, too many ideas, too many thoughts and screaming voices telling you it was wrong, but would feel so right.

He smirked again, stepping closer to you.“Let’s make a deal, little human. If you take all of me, I will release you from your contract and you wouldn’t see me again.” That… That sounded right, but not the whole truth.

“And… And if I don’t?” You asked, shivering at his closeness.

“Then I’ll use you until I get bored.” He said it as if that wasn’t every single one of your fantasies summarized in one short phrase. “Deal?” He asked, finally.

Your inner monologue was a mess, but one thing was clearer than anything else: “I- Yes. Yeah.”

His smile was so big and radiant you wanted to close your eyes. Looking at him too directly felt like staring into the sun, and you couldn’t do that much longer. “Good little human, bent over the sofa, prep yourself, at least four fingers, I want to see.” You blushed at his words, but your hands were already unbuttoning your shirt.

You got naked with shaky legs, your body trembling under his heated stare. You kept looking down at his dick, so big and so red your mouth was salivating. You didn’t want to say anything, but deep down you had always been a size queen, too ready to please anyone who had a big dick. And him? He was way bigger than anything you’d ever seen. And you could feel your hole twitching just thinking about getting him inside.

You hoped you could fit him inside…

You did as he told you: used some lube he gave you, and started stretching your hole good and methodically. He was looking at you like you were the best thing you’d ever seen. And you? Your dick was leaking and probably staining the back of the sofa as you fucked yourself with four fingers. You kept whining and you were letting out the most embarrassing sounds as you worked yourself into a frenzy. When he told you to stop, your legs were trembling and your hole felt stretched wide.

But nothing compared with how big he felt. How enormous against your entrance. He pushed slowly but surely, your mouth open in a silent scream as he pushed deeper and deeper. You felt him in the back of your throat, he was so deep you could see the bulge of his dick against your stomach. It was everything you ever thought you wanted come into life. And it was exhilarating.

He fucked you dumb, your drool leaking as you came and came. He fucked at least four orgasms out of you as your dick rubbed against the sofa. The friction was too much, too good but too raw, but he didn’t care. He just kept going into you until he was ready to fill you. And oh, boy did he fill you… He came and came inside of you, so much of it you could feel it leaking around his still buried deep dick.

Surprise, surprise: you couldn’t take all of him. “You did well enough, little human, acting like such a needy bitch for my cock… Great performance.” He praised, cleaning his dick and patting your ass as he passed. “You’ll be required later today, if I were you I would use some salve on your tiny little human hole, would make it easier later.” He said before disappearing through the door, his laughter following him.

And that’s how you found yourself being used by a unicorn. You never got him fully inside. He was simply too big. He kept fucking you in his office, but at some point he got frisky, and you were far too gone in the pleasure he brought you to do anything about it. He carried you around him, fucking you in the middle of a meeting room, every single monster there looking as your dick leaked and he emptied himself on you. You were exposed and left gaping for everyone to see.

Sometimes they were a bit more forward than others, some even pushing his come back inside as he chuckled when you whined. You were such a slut for him that you didn’t mind. You didn’t mind anything as long as it meant you could be fucked by him over and over. You felt like you were turned into a dumb doll for his pleasure, and you… You liked it.

When he offered you to be his travel toy, you wanted to say no, wanted to act like you weren’t dick wiped by his monstrous cock, but you failed. You mumbled a yes between his thrusts as his hooves stomped on the carpet floor. He rewarded you pushing against your prostate over and over until you were crying from the overstimulation and still asking for more. He laughed at you being such a pathetic little bitch for him, and patted your ass as he pulled out.

A couple days later, you found yourself strapped to his chest, his dick deep inside of you, and you being worn like a piece of clothing. A piece of clothing that couldn’t stop moaning and groaning and crying every time he moved too fast or too little. Your hole was too abused to even try clenching around his length, your brain too fuzzy to try to get away. You were just a toy for him and you couldn’t be mad about it. You love every second of it. And every person you passed looked at you with desire and confusion, talking to him like you were nothing more but an accessory… That made you shiver.

That’s how your life as a unicorn’s toy begun, and how you learned that reading a contract was a must before signing it.

[hemipenal-system]

well do you know what unicorns do to those virgins they’re always trying to find hmm

[dadsonisms]

SIGH dad who rolls over in the middle of the night and pisses in his son’s warm little hole…grunting in relief as his boy cries out and goes “d-dad…no…” and being shushed back to sleep with dad’s hot piss leaking out of him…

[olliecest]

Big bro being forced to rut against his sleeping little brother, Daddy fucking his ass and gently guiding his half-hard cock against his little brothers cunt. Daddy being real mean about it, rolling his hips in a circle as his son's cock barely went inside of his youngest.

"cmon, baby, is bubby not sexy enough for you? Huh? Is daddy being mean, making you rape your little brother? Go on, just rape him and this will stop. Look, he wants it, look how easy my fingers go in him," as he used the older brother's tears as lube, shaking and crying over the sweet little boy he taught how to climb trees and ride a bike

Gahhhh I need a big bro and daddy to rape me </3

-⭐

me too star omg 😭 this is sooooo good tho

big brother sobbing harder when dad gets fed up and finally makes him push inside, hating how good his baby brother feels around his cock and the little whine that escapes his baby's soft lips

dad groaning and fucking into big brother harder, forcing him to rock back and forth in baby bros cunt, big brother getting close and begging dad to stop cuz he doesn't want to get baby bro pregnant... hough

[darlingcorvid-deactivated202606]

my whole royalty kink thing meshes so well with fauxcest. i think its a shame that theres not more fauxcest/royalty kink considering theyre such a good match.

one fantasy is usually that of a usurping noble. an uncle, a cousin. my family are out of the picture somehow. maybe they died, maybe they escaped the coup and i was left behind. im the only legitimate heir, so they take me as a prince-consort-son to legitimize their rule. and, of course, they fuck me every night with the intention of making a new prince. ill never get to be king.

another fantasy is one without the subjugation. i know my duties as a prince include furthering the family line. my father instructs me in sexual matters so i may properly please my husband and ensure successful breeding. he teaches me using words, then books, then toys, and when he cant resist it any longer his own cock.

[alldevouringbeast]

Royalty kink but make it fauxcest, where all the kings breeding their own ftm princes and keeping the lineage close. Using his own son's pussy to maintain the royal line. Or maybe even making his own son his queen...

[mickeyimagines]

sweet virgin girls as pets for mean kings that bought them as playthings…always kept naked and ready to pleasure. always gagged because good fleshlights don’t make a sound…jeweled bells hanging from their plump nipples and clits…breasts bouncing and crying as they’re fucked whenever their king wants, in public or otherwise…used as banquet attractions, full breasts tied together and their tender cunnies caned for entertainment…

[mickeyimagines]

two lovely anons got me thinking about harems…a mean king having a harem of virgin girls (well, soon not anymore) with big soft breasts and soft pussies to be used for breeding. poor little things crying as they’re jeweled up and bathed for use. they’ve seen the other girls, the already pregnant ones, kept in big fancy plush cages, gagged and bellies swelling bigger by the day. one girl is chosen first for a public breeding. she’s crying quietly and the other girls watch as they collar her, gag her, and cover her head with a fancy silk bag, carrying her out to the courtroom. they watch as her legs are tied apart, wrists above her head, pussy exposed as the king breeds her, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her breeds her until her tummy is swollen above her and her nipples have begun milking, her muffled sounds quieted and her body plaint. The only sound is the squelching as he thrusts into her overflowing hole. He orders her to be taken away and the other girls watch with fear and curiosity as they carry her away somewhere.

They all find out where, soon, though. They’ve run out of fancy cages, so the new harem of pregnant girls are kept in what becomes known as the “concubine storage.” They’re hung up by their swollen, milky breasts, engorged tits tied together and hung from the ceiling. Just many soft pregnant girls dangling from the roof, crying and swinging helplessly until they quiet in a few days as the swelling progresses. Taken down when they’re ready to birth, made to birth in public before being bred and put away again.

[pregtboy]

concept: a boy comes of age and is sent off in an arranged marriage to be the fifth or sixth husband of a foreign royal. He's always known he would be married off and expected to provide a few heirs, but he has no idea what he's really in for. When he's taken back to his new spouse's palace he finds that they already have heirs aplenty--too many for him to count, in fact, though he guesses it must be a couple dozen at least. He's already starting to guess what his life might look like even before he meets his new spouse's other husbands, each one heavily pregnant and nursing a baby or two as they cheerily welcome him to his new home. Despite his wide-eyed shock, the royal assures him that he'll fit right in soon enough.

HHHH this is exactly the kind of concept i love. love historical/royalty type scenarios where the boy is married off as soon as his family can manage and expected to drop everything and take on his new role as a babymaker 🥰 he's probably hesitant at first but the comfort of the other concubines def helps, they're just so sweet and reassuring... and their huge round bellies definitely stir up a feeling of envy in the boy that makes him more eager to accept his role

[jester-of-hearts]

while i love a good prince x jester or prince x dragon, have we considered a dragon x jester?

a dragon who steals away the little fool who knows just how to push hir buttons. walking the very very fine line of patience versus punishment when it comes to all the tricks a jester likes to play. none too rowdy, none that would make a dragon bite out of annoyance. that's not the game a dragon likes to play and they know that. they know just how to rile up a dormant dragon.

dressing up in the finest garb. something lacey and white that hugs their skin with gold accessories dripping off their body like the ichor of the gods. things that jingle with every thrust. things to grab onto and use to hold up a spoiled little thing with eyes bigger than their appetite. cause, lord, does a dragon hunger something wicked.

picking up on all the little things that make a low growl build in the dragon's throat whether he realizes it or not. bending over to retrieve a fallen item but taking their time to stand up right, noticing the way the dragon's eyes dilate and hir breathing gets heavy. using that teasing voice that pitches up while feigning soft doe-eyes when saying something suggestive. knowing that they both know the jester is anything but innocent. but it's enticing to watch the performance. jester letting touches linger a bit too long. a hand down hir arm, a kiss on the cheek, things that could be received as sweet gestures. but the jester gets bolder and bolder as days pass.

the dragon letting hirself get prodded and teased, knowing that he'll return the favor when the time is right. giving a cheeky little jester every little thing they could want. mouth devouring all of the groans and gasps when a game goes too far. skiddish little thing a jester can be when they're caught in their webs of metaphor. tends to need a firm hand to help untangle them from their coy inclinations. fingers in their mouth to help stifle any attempt they might make to talk themself out of a situation they so desperately want. ravenous bites to pin them under such a large frame. nails dug into their hips because there's no need to squirm or close their thighs. they wanted pleasure after all. the dragon is more than happy to give it.

he's a greedy beast, not well-versed in restriction—in moderation. if a mouthy little creature wants to be bred until they can't think then that's precisely what he'll give them. he'll even give them more because he knows just how much they can take. little voracious thing. he has to show a jester how a measly little knight can't compare to a ravenous beast. how much better he can fill them and claim them. hir little jester, hir little plaything. pumping load after load into them until he's fucked that sharp wit dull in that pretty head of theirs. so pretty. little treasure. all for hirself.

nothing that these so-called warriors would know how to cherish properly. if only the poor unfortunate metal-clad "heroes" knew how the jester cried for hir and only hir. how lucky they'd be to even watch the beast ruin the little fool. how he could show them the proper way to growl all of their sick fantasies in their ear, how to fill them with pleasure until they burst at the seams, how to mark them up just the way they like. he could. but he's not so charitable. needing to keep all of their moans to hirself—every expression, every choked groan, every clench around hir fingers, every roll of their hips back onto hir—just for hir, he earned them, he deserved them. after all, he knew just how to drive them mad with only a touch and a look.

[hemipenal-system]

human war prisoner trophy pet

[conchoronzon]

my father has multiple sons but the thing is we typically don't stick around for long.

He's so strict and a tight ass. But if any of us get poor grades or step out of line then everyone whos left is forced to watch our brothers enter his body. He cock vores them and says this time he's going to get a good son.

Return to the source. Recycle us. And we can see the bones stick out from his fat sack until those too melt.

I'm possibly second to next in line. I need to up my grades. Maybe if i suck his cock he might spare me? he's fucked plenty of us but no ones been brave enough to willingly put their face against the starving snake.

It's like looking directly at your grave.

Damn. You're in college [yes, you're in college because you're over 18 :) ] and none of you have thought about running away for good? Damn. It sounds like you WANT to be your dad's load. Like the reason you haven't cut him off is because you've seen what his cock and sack have done to others, and you think that it should be your skull floating around in his cum until it disintegrates.

When you think of sucking your dad off the next time you visit home or he visits you... is it really because you want to save yourself? Is it because you want to taste the dick that made you? Or is it because you hope he takes it as an invitation to put you back where you came from?

Don't worry. Your dad knows how much of a cumstain prey slut you are. There's no way you won't wind up joining the grave of his balls. It's just a matter of timing.

[kitsune-pop]

How to Drain your Dragon

Bright summer light shone through the leaves of a young forest, dappling on the soft lilac skin of a young elf. (Although young is rather relative, since to a human 70 is considered elderly) Long, shiny hair spills down her back in deep violet hues as she delicately steps from the boundary of the forest to the sun-warmed grass of her friend's fields, hurrying across the open space towards the large farmhouse sitting up on a hill. (wood elves famously dislike flat terrain and open skies)

The slender elf straightened her sundress and knocked lightly on the door, jumping as a loud braying immediately echoed from the other side of the door. A few moments of barking was followed by a loud holler, some fiddling with the locks, and then the door flew open, a beaming woman excitedly jumping to wrap the elf in a warm hug.

“Oh my goodness! It's so wonderful to see you again, Lavender!” The woman, who goes by the name of Cherry, wrapped her soft arms around Lavender's torso and gave her a powerful bear hug. In her mid fifties, Cherry's bright red hair stood out starkly from deeply tanned skin from a lifetime on the ranch. Powerful muscles moved under a hearty layer of pudge, marking the woman as an experienced rancher who was clearly over the moon at seeing her friend. “Okay sweetheart, I know you just got here but I've got some chores I need to get done, why don't you make yourself at home until I finish up?”

Lavender chuckled, a melodic note that charmed everyone who heard it. “I'll be more than happy to accompany you, Cherry. I'm the one who dropped by unexpectedly.”

The redheaded woman beamed and began briskly walking towards a large barn a short way from the house. “Now I know it's been a while since you last visited, and we've had some expansions!” Cherry strode past a pasture filled with beautiful, ruby red dragons lounging in the soft grass. Lavender slowed down to admire the powerful forms of the creatures as they relaxed in the summer heat. Cherry caught her staring, grinning as she proudly gestured to them. “Ain't they beautiful? Last clutch of the season, gotta start getting ready to breed more for next year!”

The two women stopped in front of the barn, stepping inside to be greeted by cooler, if stuffier air. Cherry brought Lavender along towards the back of the barn where a small section had been cleared, a sturdy breeding mount secured to the concrete foundation. Lavender's breath caught in her throat as she saw a large, powerful form uncurl, red scales glimmering in the low light. Cherry beamed as her prize stud reared back, slightly spreading his wings as he puffed out his chest, a long, serpentine neck full of coiled muscle topped by a thick, blocky head and piercing red eyes turned to stare at the slender elf girl.

Cherry beamed like a proud mother. “This here's Smoulder, my number one stud and daddy to all those beauts you saw outside! I gotta keep him separate from the mamas otherwise I'd be drowning in dragons!” The woman guffawed at her own joke before hopping over the small fence and snapping at Smoulder. “I'm trying out a new technique for breeding them; make it a bit easier to get the girls pregnant when I want them!” Smoulder moved like a coiled spring, his eyes never leaving Lavender as he made his way to the front of the mount. The young elf stared at the shifting muscles under his shining scales as he moved with a fluid purpose.

Without warning Smoulder reared back on his back legs and leaned over the mount, his powerful claws gripping the sturdy piece of farm equipment hard enough that it creaked. Lavender was then surprised when the dragon's cock slipped from its sheath, it sprung out like it was pressurized, the bright pink a stark contrast to the deep red of his scales. It was long, tapered towards the front, and had large knobs dotted along the length of it. With slow, smooth movements Smoulder hilted himself in the mount and set a powerful pace, shifting his hips back and rolling them forward with practiced ease. Lavender couldn't tear her eyes away even as her human friend cheered from the side. The elf couldn't help but feel the huge monster's gaze on her as he plowed the mount, feeling her own cheeks heating up as the dragon tensed, letting out a snarl as he came hard.

Powerful spurts of thick cum jetted from around Smoulder’s cock, landing with an audible thump on the floor. Cherry circled back around to Lavender, smiling like a kid in a candy store. “Yes ma'am, Smoulder here's a perfect stud! And don't mind him staring, he's just sizing up a stranger is all!” Cherry strode towards the dragon as he slipped out of the mount, his cock quickly spooling back up into its sheath as he shuffled away. A few minutes of scooping and Cherry loaded a large bucket of cum in a cooler before taking Lavender on the rest of the tour of the farm.

o0o

It was late in the night, and Lavender couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in the guest bed, the oversized tshirt Cherry gave her for pajamas bunching up under her. All day long she couldn't help but feel Smoulder's gaze on her, think of the way his muscles moved as he fucked the mount, or of the way he seemed to want to show off for her. With quiet elf feet she slipped out of her room, padding silently out the door and towards the barn. It was warm inside, several sleeping dragons heating up the building with their inner fire. Lavender delicately made her way to Smoulder's area in the back, finding the huge beast curled up and breathing deeply. As soon as Lavender stepped into his pen his neck rose, turning his piercing red eyes to look deep into her soft amethyst ones.

She carefully made her way towards the dragon, keeping her steps light and approaching in the disarming way that allows elves to work so well with animals. “Hello,” she said quietly, gazing up at the huge monster in front of her. “I think you want something from me, don’t you?” The elf stepped back, smoothly pulling her shirt up and over her head, revealing her slender body to Smoulder. She stepped forward, close enough to feel the heat of the dragon's scales as gentle fingers traced along his powerful neck.

With a huff Smoulder rose up, his presence domineering and impossible to ignore. Lavender found herself instinctually stepping back as the massive reptile prowled forward, his nostrils flaring as he circled the young elf. Lavender could feel his warmth coiling around her as he circled, turning rapidly as he took her in. An unexpected nudge from one of his wings had her stumbling to her knees, and in an instant he was in front of her. From her kneeling position Lavender could see his sheath pulsing, his cock eager to come out and fuck her. She sat back, her pale purple skin almost like mist next to his deep red scales, and laid back on the floor.

Huge claws stepped with surprising gentleness on either side of her as Smoulder positioned himself over her slender body. His mass of scales and muscles loomed over Lavender, and she couldn't help but shiver at the thought of the strength in this creature's body. A sudden probing at her pussy caused her to brace herself, but penetration didn't come. Peeking her eyes open she saw Smoulder's enormous head curled to stare at her, almost as if gauging her reaction. Lavender responded by reaching down to guide the monster's cock towards her entrance.

The flesh was hot, much hotter than she expected. Smoulder tensed above her, his hips rolling slowly as he felt out the limitations of her body. The sensation of stretching mixed with the intense heat had the elf mewling and squirming, the tapered tip of his cock pushing deep into her, the thick length of it dragging through her walls, the knobs providing exciting, unexpected pressure all throughout her. Lavender heard a deep panting as Smoulder sped up, his thrusts rocking her whole body as he rutted inside of her much more gently than with his mount. The thought that he might have been showing off crossed her mind for a moment before another thrust dashed her thoughts to oblivion.

Smoulder was panting and growling above Lavender, his mass shifting above her, hundreds of pounds of muscle and scale all flexing to, quite frankly, fuck the brains out of the little elf under him. His panting was speeding up, his thrusts getting rougher and more erratic, Lavender could swear he was heating up… all at once she felt him stiffen, snarl, his claws digging into the concrete foundation under them, and she felt the dragon cum.

Thick ropes shot into her, landing heavy in her walls. The heat was almost unbearable, the spike in temperature making her yelp, triggering her own full body, shuddering orgasm. Burning hot ropes shot out of her pussy as Smoulder continued to thrust, the tip of his cock pushing hard against her cervix as he snarled above her. A sudden jerk left Lavender disappointedly empty before a strong thrust forced the dragon's cock deep into her bowels, piercing the tight ring of her ass and continuing to cum deep inside of her. She gasped as she felt a swelling at the base of his cock, followed by all the knobs on his cock swelling and locking her in place as he released his seed into her slender form.

Lavender could feel the heat of his cum filling her intestines, the force of each jet forcing the molten ball deeper and deeper into her. She could feel the first spurts of it entering her stomach, heat radiating from her belly and filling her veins with fire. She coughed and gasped as heat traveled up her throat, wet burps and sputters spitting thick, hot cum from her lips and down her cheeks. (It was an odd sensation, being able to feel the temperature difference between the cum in her ass and the cum leaking down her face)

Silence fell over the barn, broken only by the slow breathing of Smoulder and the quiet, gentle gasps of Lavender. She felt the dragon pull out of her ass, a spurt of hot cum squeezing out of her as he did. Lavender's eyes were out of focus, and as she weakly coughed up some spunk she saw the size of her belly. Her stomach was a huge dome, stretched taut and red from the sheer volume of cum inside of her. She delicately touched her belly, shuddering at how tight the skin was and marveling at how hot and feverish her belly was. She gasped as she rubbed it, allowing herself to fantasize about a clutch of eggs growing inside of her, stretching her even tighter…

Hot, musky tightness engulfed her head, the stink of cum filling the elf's nostrils. Powerful flexes quickly pulled Lavender's shoulders into the tight tube, pinning her arms to her sides and effectively pinning her. Long, powerful pulses ran through the dragon's cock, slowly pulling the exhausted elf deep into the burning hot depths. Her breasts were pulled in with little effort as the seating heat made it hard for Lavender to think. Pressure was all around her, squeezing her uncomfortably tight as the greedy dragon's cock made its way down her body. A wave of nausea flowed through her as the tip of Smoulder's cock reached the swell of her belly, pulling and expanding like a snake to start dragging the swollen elf’s stomach into his shaft.

As each pulse dragged the exhausted elf further, the pressure on her belly became unbearable. The molten heat started to get squeezed downwards, and Lavender could feel her intestines filling (yet again) with hot monster spunk. Smoulder's cock reached her belly button and flexed powerfully, hoisting the young elf up into the air, letting gravity help slide her into his cock while at the same time the internal pressure forced cum to spurt out of Lavender's holes, dribbling down her thighs even as constant flexes forced the cock over her hip, squeezing her sticky thighs together tightly. The elf could feel the heat crawling up her long legs as she was slowly deposited in the dragon's balls, curling up in the stifling heat.

Lavender could barely squirm in her prison, the hot flesh flexing all around her keeping her pinned tight. She could feel the chamber heating up, crushing warmth boiling her as she felt her body slowly soften. The tight heat and pressure made her bones feel like they were melting inside of her, and her strength was quickly sapped from her muscles, a dizzy, fuzzy feeling overtaking her mind as she felt herself compress much further than should be possible…

o0o

“Woah now, you ornery lizard! Calm yourself down!” Cherry huffed as Smoulder rattled the wood paneled walls, rearing and growling. His cock was long and hard, clearly ready for another draining session. And judging by how excitable her stud was she might be here a while. “It's a good thing Lavender slipped out early, I'm probably gonna be stuck in here half the damn day…” The bulky rancher muttered to herself as Smoulder hopped up onto the mount, setting a brutal pace on the equipment. Cherry could hear the reinforced steel groaning under the pressure, and watched as the bolts holding the mount to the floor rattled and bent under the powerful, primal ruts of her dragon. She shrieked as Smoulder gave one last thrust, snapping the bolts and sending the mount crashing to the floor, filling it twice over with his thick, hot cum.

Cussing and spitting mad Cherry dragged the sheepish reptile back to his pen before setting about gathering up as much usable cum as she could from the busted mount. She managed two whole buckets worth at the end of it all, so she wasn't too bothered by the end of it all. Tucking the two extra buckets in the freezer next to the one from yesterday she closed the lid and went to tackle the rest of her chores for the day.

o0o

A few years later Cherry found herself with a rare moment of peace on the farm, able to lean against the fence to her pasture and gaze with pride at the new clutch of dragons frolicking in the fields. Long and slender, their scales ranged from deep violet to a soft lavender, their tails and ears tapering off to a thin point. Cherry never did figure out why this clutch of dragons look the way they do, but the new breeds sure were pretty.

[snuffknight]

I want to be kept as a pet by a monarch/emperor and just be sat on a soft little pillow by their throne, collared for ease of access or tied up so I'm helpless when they drag me by the hair and fuck my face or bend me over.

I have pride of place in the Royal harem and while I do enjoy the privelige of being the ruler's consort I'm also passed around by the other pretty men there as a fucktoy for free use (I wouldn't mind, really, what else would I rather be doing than taking their dicks or eating out my liege?)