Anya is a priestess for the temple of the Goddess Ebenyth who falls in love with her. She comes down to Earth in a human form to meet her and pretends to also be a priestess of the Goddess :9
i want to watch TV while you eat cookie after cookie until you're heavy with my baking and absentmindedly rubbing your bloated belly and I can't possibly pay attention to anything other than the blush on your cheeks and small gasps you make when you realize you need to unbutton your jeans and have to reach around that gut you've grown - blushing harder when you notice my eyes have been glued to your belly
Description: The star sanses all wanna be dads apparently
A/N: This doubles as a request, everyone realy wanted the fourway between the star sanses.
MINORS DNI. Heavy Breeding Kink & Minor Cum Inflation, AFAB Reader. No other triggers apply I don't think. Implied sanscest? You can interpet it that way, again merely implied
What have you just agreed to? How this even started was beyond you. It had started with a conversation about kids. Ink, Dream, and Blue all admitted to wanting to have one, you cheekily offered to give them one. The look the three of them gave you....it made you feel like a piece of meat throw to a pack of wolves.
An odd feeling towards three of the objectively speaking most friendly sanses out there.
And you kept your word.
You laid there in Dreams arms, back against his chest as he lovingly cradled you. Blue's firm hands on your hips as he took his first turn rutting into you wildly and despite two keeping you occupied you couldn't ignore Ink off to your side pleasuring himself while Blue ruts like an animal. And even Dreams touch, no matter how gentle would drift to more sexual and gropey as his hands knead your breasts.
"THIS IS SO WONDERFUL!!" Blue squeed, your eyes rolling back with each thrust of his hips. He wasn't rough, more like over eager, his movements slightly focused and managing to hit a new sensitive spot every time he slammed back into you. "DO YOU THINK WE'LL GET TWINS??? OOOH, WHAT ABOUT TRIPLETS!?"
"Blue!" You rasped, not sure if you were trying to protest or encourage. Regardless of the practicality of carrying more than one, well- you clenched harder around it. Ink voiced your thought for you,
"Fuck, that's hot."
"Blue, slow down. You'll hurt them." Dream chastised, he was big on not pushing you. Of course he was, the biggest softie out of all of them. You're torn between wanting to soak up that gentle energy and wanting each of them to go buck wild with their turn.
"SORRY!! THEY JUST....FEEL SO GOOD!!" He shut his eye sockets tightly, slowing the speed but not the intensity of his thrusts. His strength was truly something else.
"They aren't made of glass, Dream. They can speak up," Ink huffed, his tone more playful than anything else.
"Ink- I- fuck!" You forgot what you were going to say, your back arching as you clung desperately to Dream. A shudder ringing through your form.
Dream at first looked concerned, and you're worried he might order Blue to stop when that's the last thing you wanted, but his face shifted to that of natural understanding. His voice like a bell right next to your ear, "Are you close?"
You nodded, a soft moan following it and it contrasted hard against the near growl Blue let out. "GONNA....KNOCK YOU UP!!"
Dream smiled knowingly, one hand still gently squeezing your breasts while the other drifted to your front to steadily, playing with your clit to steadily add to the growing pressure. For a brief moment you swore it was like you saw stars, "You can let go for us.." his mumbled tenderly against your ear, "We'll take care of you."
That did it. You came. You came hard. And the spasms that were squeezing Blue just right made him lose the last of his control.
"FUCK!"
Your insides felt warm. You felt your legs tremble, your pleasure filled haze still registering how much you were being filled. Your eyes opened, your chest felt warm too. And thats when you realized a colorful thick liquid covering you....Blue hadn't pulled out. Your gaze drifting over to Ink who looked not only smug but had a series of colorful cum dripping from his cock, confirming your suspicion.
The brief moment of peace didn't last long. You were all panting except for Dream, but you know, feel a prominent hardness against your back. He's eager, but unfortunately, it's not his turn. Not yet.
"Move over!!"
"HEY!"
Ink shoved aside Blue, The smaller skeleton positioning himself between your legs. "You're still soft, I'm not!"
The offended gawk that came from Blue would have made you laugh, but you couldn't find it in you. Especially as Ink slammed in, making you gasp. He was hard. And you were sensitive.
"I CAN RECOVER EASILY!!" Blue offended, "I JUST....NEVER CAME THAT HARD BEFORE." He didn't stay soft for long, "OH, DO YOU THINK IT'LL REALLY HAPPEN?"
"It will if I have anything to say about it!" Ink declared, his thrusts weren't as hard and he wasn't as big as Blue but his speed was something else. His member throbbing with strange magic that made your breath hit. "And it'll be my creation! My child! Mine!"
"I CAME FIRST IT'LL BE MY KID!"
"Oh, I'll show you how to really breed a bi-"
"Ink!" Dream interrupted.
"What?? It's true!" You're pretty sure Ink increased his speed just to spite Dream, his focus zeroing in on you. You don't think you ever saw Ink get like this, at least, not up close. "You'll be filled with my creation! My spawn! Fat with my kid! My broodmare!-"
"Don't word it like that!" Dream lectured, oblivious to how you clenched at those words and it only spurred Ink on further.
"They like it, don't you? You wanna be bred by me! Right?"
You tried to respond but the words were lost on you with how Ink was hammering into you like a jack rabbit. Another moan came, you clanged tighter onto Dream, he looked down clearly a bit concerned but his expression softened as he saw no visible sign of distress. Your attention pried away from him, as Ink leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.
"Me." he breathed out, "You look at me. You're getting bred by me." his words weren't aggressive, just hellbent. The same excitement he got when truly lost in the art of creation. An artist in an intense dance with his muse, it sent another surge of arousal through you with the building sensations but- it didn't build further. Ink cried out, then shuddered. He came and filled you.
"See? You went too fast." Dream informed while Ink nearly collapsed, onto you. "Poor thing didn't even get to come."
"THIS IS WHY I'M TRULY THE MAGNIFICENT!"
"Shut up! Dream helped you!" Ink cried out, reluctantly pulling out. "I just...got carried away...the idea of you actually knocked up by me...fuck..." he was attempting an apology, you weren't mourning the lack of orgasm terribly though....
His seed was swimming inside you. And it felt like it was nearly vibrating and you couldn't tell if it was just like that or it was your arousal talking at the idea of being his broodmare. Their broodmare.
"Alright, love?" Dream asked softly, you nodded. Letting him position you, right it was his turn. And you could tell he was stupid hard. He couldn't wait much longer. He turned you around carefully, handling you like you were something to truly be cherished. You were on his lap straddling him, the anticipation was great yet frustrating as you felt the heat of him at the entrance.
There was no competition, Dream was the biggest out of all of them.
"Ink, since you were selfish, you can help me this round." Dream informed, Ink following suit. Arms wrapped around your waist, his hands didn't go to grope at first just....playing with his still warm seed on your chest and stomach. Ever the artist, tenderly spreading it around into various shapes and patterns. As if you were a canvas, his canvas.
The artist nuzzled into the crook of your neck, humming blissfully as Dream lowered you down onto him. "Okay, but you get to be inside them while knowing I made them cum,"
"Mmmhmmm," Dreams attention was entirely on you, his gaze nothing short of adoring even while he talked to Ink, "Is that what you think?"
"You don't get to be smug about this." Ink huffed, going to playfully bite your earlobe, "I'm making it up to you next turn."
Your walls clenched around Dream. You believed him.
"DREAM HURRY UP OR I'LL BUST A NUT ON YOUR FACE!"
Blue was growing impatient, a very clear signal to hurry up. Your attention drew to him, he was stroking himself frantically. A mix of frustration and impatience as he waited for his turn. Carefully you were bounced on Dreams lap, Ink touching you and Blue watching as you were thoroughly used, plotting knows what for when he had you again.
Blue was strong and hard but mostly steady. Ink was relentless nearly maddening energy. Dream was worshipful and tender. Almost purposeful as you knew with each thrust he was picturing the life he was planting there, his care for you the only thing currently grounding him. Ink eventually going to grope your breasts, giving them each a squeeze with a light pinch to your nipples. Another hand drifting down to play with your clit and unlike Dream he has no mercy.
"We'll all take care of you no matter whose child it is." Dream informed, calm but with an underlying intensity, it wasn't front and center like with the other two but still there. "Being an uncle is just as good as a father, but-" he growled, it was nearly beast-like and your cunt spasmed briefly at the sound. "I do hope it's mine."
"You can go faster, Dreamboat." Ink teased, leaving a hickey on your shoulder. "They like it rough, don't you?"
You gasped in response, Dream grinding right against that sensitive spot. If you didn't know any better you'd say Dream was trying to spite Ink for a change.
"It's called doing it with care, Ink." he informed, squeezing your hips as he continued at his current pace. "Do you prefer Ink? Or is this better? Hm? I know you're getting close."
"CAN YOU ALL STOP TEASING!! NEITHER OF YOU GOT THIS LONG OF A TURN!" Blue whined, stroking frantically and his member glowing with frustration, "WE ALL KNOW I'M THE BEST! NOW BREED THEM!"
"Excuse me?" Dream asked sounding offended, though you certainly noticed how his cock throbbed inside you. Whether that was in response to Blues jab or the breeding comment was unclear.
"Blue! I-, hngh, Dream! Ink!" you moaned, attention divided while you were blissfully overwhelmed. Clumsily you forced your boneless pleasure driven body to move, motioning Blue forward. Curious, he came. Ink and Dream watching with clear fascination. The movement was awkward as you maneuvered your way from in-between the skeleton sandwich you in to kiss Blue square on his mouth.
Blue returned it eagerly, savoring it while he could. Then you pulled back. Then you kissed Dream. Then Ink. The message was clear, though you're sure it wouldn't stop their competitiveness. You liked all of them. You wanted all of them. Dream's tender love. Ink's bizarre passion. Blue's pure excitement. All of it.
Neither you or Dream lasted long after that. You came both at the same time, milking Dream while he flooded you and you fell back onto Ink as the small skeleton did his best to hold you up. "Shit-" he muttered, looking down at you. Him and Dream working to properly place you for Blue's next turn, "Look at that."
You looked down, your stomach was slightly bloated. Only slightly but the glow was the most prominent part as their magic swam around inside you. Gold. Blue. And various shifting colors into that of a rainbow. Bred and marked. And you were just getting started.
"MWEH HEH HEH!"
The rounds started to blend together, Dream always checking up on you, Ink's playfulness only being spurred on in response and Blue's proudful boasting with his excited exclamations circling around you in a loving cocoon. It felt endless. And you didn't want it to end.
stuffing in jeans is soooo… you have to undo the button and unzip almost immediately as you start to eat, with a sigh of relief and a few burps, freed from the soft gut now spilling out onto your lap. you’re still aware of the friction on your hips and thighs, that tight, snug feeling. denim just doesn’t have enough give. you keep eating, and pretty soon even the pull of the opened zipper is digging into your soft underbelly, cold and sharp, forcing you to wiggle your jeans further down your hips, exposing your underwear. maybe you discard them completely as you continue to eat, but not without the nagging thought at the back of your mind that soon you won’t be able to button those jeans ever again.
