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The angel is curious about the mortal world so you show them all around your street and take them home. You feel embarrassed by all of the kinky shit you have lying around but they simply ask what it is all for.

You explain in much detail as shame wells in your chest and your cheeks burn about how some people enjoy being collared like dogs and others like being struck. You show them your collection of cocks, embarrassingly describing how your people enjoy not only the cocks of humans but those shaped like animals and creatures of myth.

They ask if there are angel dildos, you reply no. They seem disappointed so you offer to let them wear one of your straps to see what it feels like. With some trepidation they accept and soon have a massive silicon dick hanging from their hips.

They ask what they are used for, and you explain. You even offer to let them try, climbing onto the bed and offering up your holes to them. It takes only gentle encouragement before they're slamming into you over and over, stretching you wide as you moan and writhe. They enjoy when you scream "oh god" (it makes the act feel holy) and their unnatural strength makes their thrusts so hard your eyes almost roll back in your head as you cum.

The angel then asks what happened and you explain. The concept seems foreign to them. Angels do not experience such things. At least, they whisper, not in their mortal body. They indicate their halo. That beautiful ring that seems to be glowing even brighter now. You reach up and touch it, and the angel shivers and smiles. Gently you run your fingers around the circle and they let out a whimper that almost sounds pained. You're touching the essence of their being. The body is a projection, the halo is their true self. Your fingers slowly wrap around the halo and their eyes widen and they push you away.

The angel apologizes, to hold them like that would almost be too much. It would feel like controlling them, and they only serve the almighty. You nod along as your mind turns. You spend some time running your fingers along the halo, even pressing a vibrating wand against it which makes them whimper and even let out the most beautiful moan that nearly drives you to tears. Every pose they make is a work of art. Truly they are divine.

You need them. Whether to free them from the control of an uncaring deity or just because you can't bear to lose such a precious creature. You need them.

You continue to edge the angel with toys and fingers and even lapping your drooling tongue along the circle. It tastes like fire and comfort and hope. Your drool turns to gold as it drops onto their face. Eventually you try again, curling just a finger around the rim. They whimper but at this point you had given them so much pleasure they don't, or can't, stop you. You tug on the halo a little and it moves weightlessly, their body following inexorably.

Previously you couldn't get the thing to budge if you tried. But the moment you fully wrap around it, it is yours. The perfect tool of control. And what's more the angel is staring at you now not with confusion or fear but with utter adoring lust. Their tongue is out like a dog. You pull the halo again, yanking hard this time. They fall to the floor beneath it with a yelp of depraved pain. The kind of sound only a pure being could make. The essence of corruption made audible.

You take a leash from your desk. Pulling the angel closer you open the clip and hold it to the ring. You close it.

The angel collapses onto the ground, grasping at their halo in utter and complete ecstasy. Their body convulsing as they moan and whimper and whine and beg and plead and lustfully demand. The whole time the leash held in your hand slowly turning from a simple chain of stainless steel into solid gold inlaid with the most beautiful designs. The leather handle turns pure white. The clip at the end is gone now, the chain is permanently fused to the ring about their head.

The angel relaxes, staring up at you now. Their face the picture of absolute adoration. Worship. Love. Lust. Subservience. You pull on the chain, bringing them closer to you. You grasp their halo and shove it against your crotch, grinding against it lewdly. Utterly claiming it. And then you shove them to the floor and tell them to open their mouth, before riding their face while holding that ring like handlebars.

Angels aren't like you or I. We stole our free will and made our own destiny. We are our own rulers. But an angel? They were made only to serve. They know nothing else.

One day, she opens up about being dysphoric about not having a uterus and not being able to get pregnant. I tell her she can have mine, cause I sure as hell don't want it! She smiles and thanks me, and the night continues on. She offers me a drink while we're gaming on her couch, and I accept and thank her.

It doesn't take long for my head to go funny. When I ask her what she put in the drink, she giggles sweetly and tells me that it's a sedative and fertility pills. And then she's on me, pulling my clothes off as I'm too drugged to fight her off.

She buries her girlcock in my aching boycunt, holds my legs back and uses me like a sex toy. I'm crying and begging her to stop, but she ignores me.

"You said I could have your womb," she explains, holding my drugged and pliant body down in a way that gives her the most pleasure. "It belongs to me now. And I want a baby. You're just going to have to take it like a man and suck it up sweetheart. I'm putting a baby in my womb, and when this one is finished I'll be making another one! I know you won't mind. Trans solidarity, right?"

You would want that wouldn't you? Just imagine it...

I’m using your pussy to edge myself while we cuddle under a blanket on the couch watching TV. We’re both just loosely paying attention while I slowly slide my cock in and out of you. Sometimes stopping just to let it twitch and pulse while it’s fully inside you. I have no intention of cumming any time soon. I just want to feel your pussy around my cock and see how you react to it.

I’m tracing my fingers across your skin and grabbing at your hips and thighs as I slowly fill you up over and over again. Your pussy is so warm around my cock. I can’t get enough of it. I just want more. I want to stay inside of you. Just edging. Just enjoying how good your pussy feels around my cock. I could cum at any moment, but I just love how this feels, how wet you sound as I slide into you, how you moan as I fill you up. I just love feeling this close to you, and I'm not at all ready to fill you with cum just yet.

We both barely know what’s going on in the show anymore. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is how good this feels. How much I crave you and your pussy. How much I want to fill you with cum, but also how much I just want to keep enjoying this. Just bringing myself right up to the edge again and again but never going over it.

You reach your hand down between your legs and start rubbing your clit as I fuck you. But you’re not trying to edge yourself. No, you want to cum. You want to cum all over my cock and make me cum with you. You know I will. You know I can’t hold back when your pussy is constricting around my cock and you’re squirming around so vigorously. You know I’m going to fill you with cum. And you want it. You want to be full. You want every last drop in your pussy.

You rub your clit very slowly at first. Slow enough that I think you're just edging yourself with me. I love when you do that. I love watching you make yourself feel even better. But then you start rubbing your clit a little faster—a little harder—like you're trying to build yourself up to cum. And I notice. “Fuck babe, I see what you’re doing. You know that’s going to push me over the edge right?” You just moan back at me and keep rubbing your clit. Not letting up. Just getting yourself more and more worked up. Closer and closer to that edge.

“Fuck, okay baby. Do it. Cum all over my cock. I need to feel it. I need to feel you cum,” I say as I wrap my fingers around your neck and look you straight in the eyes, “cum for me.” I watch as your body starts to contort and shake. "Mmmm, yes babe. Fuuuck. Cum all over it." You grab my forearm with both hands and just hold on as an orgasm washes over your entire body. Your pussy gets so tight around my cock as you shake and squirm on it that I just can't hold back any longer. I can't stop myself from filling you with cum. I let out a long and deep moan as I lose control of my body and cum starts pouring out of my cock inside of you. I can hardly even hold your neck anymore. I just wrap my arms around you and hold tightly as the orgasm courses through my body, making me shake and squirm and moan with you. "Mmm, I fucking love cumming with you like that."

and also YES, knight fucking you in spite of said oath and all that comes with it

but HAVE WE CONSIDERED knight who swears the oath(s) to you WHILE fucking you???

They’re in such a haze and so blissed out and you just look so good and you feel so good so there is nothing and no one else they can even imagine binding themselves to at that moment. So over all your gasps and moans and pleads they’re stammering and babbling their tenets and promises and prayers, all dedicated to you.

A good and loyal knight dedicating themselves to their new code, the old one they followed for so long left completely behind

Errants or oathbreakers binding themselves to this new law, a new focus for all that lost or unused loyalty.

you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.

You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.

Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?

You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.

"We can begin. Release the specimen."

Something cold and wet glides between my sensitive folds - the speculum they used for the initial examination was removed for the experiment itself, but the sensation of being stretched quickly comes back when something slimy swirls around my hole and easily slips inside.

I don't see between my legs through the sheet that was put over them but the ultrasound image and the endo camera feed on the screen let me know exactly what is happening. This "specimen", a living, moving mass is making its way through my pussy, expanding and contracting on its way deeper. I gasp from the stretching sensation and the skin of my stomach mirrors its movements, bulging under the probe the researcher is pressing down on a little too hard.

"We have a visual."

A dark, rippling mass fills the screen, leaving the cervix visible just barely enough, but from the overwhelming pressure alone I know exactly what's going to happen. The tentacle changes shape into a pointed, needle-like tip and without any warning strikes the entrance of my uterus. I cry out and feel my eyes burn.

"Secretion of analgesic pre-seminal fluids. Hormonal and physical stimulation of the test subject began."

The excrutiating pain and pressure of having my cervix stretched quickly dissolves into feeling of pleasant warmth. The tentacle inside me starts moving again, slowly and rythmically filling my pussy and womb with whatever aphrodisiac it produces to make its victim all relaxed and docile. Mere seconds later my entire body is tingling in hot static and when more tendrils start lapping at my clit now covered in the creature's fluids, my legs cramp and I let out the most obscene moan I would be ashamed of in any other situation.

"Orgasm confirmed," the ultrasound tech presses down even harder in attempt to keep my pelvis in place, but the only thing I feel is my pussy and the entire lower half contracting in synch with the frantic ECG monitor I am hooked up to.

"Cervix dilation?"

"Sufficient. Egg deposition begins. Readjust the camera."

My vision is blurry and mind pleasantly unfocused from whatever hormones the creature pumped my system full of, but I'm aware enough to give the screen a passing look. The tentacle is semi-translucent now, buried and anchored long past my cervix, somewhere in my womb. And as the translucent tentacle starts filling with round, marble-like objects, I understand why the experiment called for the subject to be mid-cycle and not on any birth control. I breathe heavily as I watch the creature's eggs slip past my numb cervix, one by one.

All researchers' eyes are glued the screen as they watch the creature breed in real time. This is it, this is the moment they put endless hours of preparations into. A conception of something new, something out of this world. They needed to make sure it will work. And that every moment of it will be recorded and catalogued, so it can be repeated again.

waking up tied to a medical bed, legs raised in stirrups, body completely exposed and gagged with fabric. i start panicking, thrashing and fighting against my restraints until the doctor comes into view. he's positioned between my legs and i can only make out his eyes above his medical mask and through the tears in my own eyes, but he looks annoyed. he immediately gets to work, pushing my cunt open and inspecting it, and i start panicking again.