Monster Lover

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1. No commenting hate speech or insults (it sucks)

2. No pming me with nsft things (I'm aegosexual)

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5. I go by they/it/xe, so please don't use anything else for me. You're more than welcome to just pick one of those to use instead of all three, but please don't use anything other than those!

I can probably do a bigger post about different types eventually, but today, I want fae.

I want a short fae. A piskie, pixie if you're not Cornish like I am.

They stand at no taller than half a ft, usually only 6 or 7 inches, and live mostly in trees. Their skin feels more like scales, similar to the bumpy, rough texture of a bearded dragon, with tiny spikes, and often comes in green, orange, brown, and other such colours, and smoothed down their back is much softer than up towards their head. They have big, pointed ears on the sides of their heads, similar to a deer's in shape, with thin, jagged ends, mimicking that of a leaf. Their wings are also very reminiscent of leaves, but aren't for flying. While their bones are hollow like a bird's, they don't actually fly, but rather glide. That being said, they can hold their air time for quite a long while, travelling up to half a mile with the right height and wind strength. Their claws are sharp and perfect for climbing, and their feet are also similar to a lizard's, so they can still grab on. They have small, wirey thin tails, for keeping balance in the treetops, only reaching to their knees. Their eyes are big, and dark, perfect for spotting little details under the blanket of nighttime. Being omnivores, they have both sharp and flat teeth, similar to a dog's.

Some choose to wear clothing, fashioned out of leaves, ripped fabric, litter, and even wooden armour. But not all find dignity in covers, and so choose not to. This is a respected practice, so long as they keep their sexual deeds private.

Their genitalia is able to be concealed, hidden in their sheathes until horny enough to awaken and slide out on their own. The females are larger than males, and tend to be thicker in muscle mass. Males are smaller, thinner and faster, but not as strong. Thus, females are often the ones in charge. They aren't mammals, and ultimately lack breasts, laying eggs instead. During breeding process, the fucking is normal, until the eggs are fertilised. After the females are successfully bred, they'll wait a few weeks for the eggs to develop enough, before taking down some unfortunate mammal, usually a human. Y'know, cause these fae are cold blooded. They aren't warm enough for the eggs. All the currently pregnant females deposit their eggs via an organ reminiscent of a female hyena (if you know, you know), and keep this incubator nearby, before either letting them go or eating them when the job is done. Depends on how they feel.

Because of this, it's not uncommon for female fae to fall in love with the human. But it IS uncommon for the males to. The males don't really have a need for the human. But you know how it is. Maybe they just get curious, or have a human kink. They're not instinct driven animals, they're people too. They might just like humans. Hell, the human doesn't even have to be the incubator for a fae to fall in love! They might fall for someone who frequents the woods quite often. Maybe the human feeds the wildlife, or plants flowers in the trees. Maybe they bring their dog(s) every day, and the fae find it cute. Everyone has their individual reasoning.

Personally? I wouldn't wanna be an incubator. Sounds hot in concept, but realistically thinking, I wouldn't be very comfortable. But I'd love to feel a gaze on me in the woods. It starts very slightly, probably just a squirrel or bird, I think. But then I start getting that feeling more intensely. Sometimes the feeling follows me. Sometimes it starts the moment I enter the woods, like something was waiting for me in those trees. Sometimes I'd notice little flowers or berries put in specific patterns on the path ahead, always the same exact paths I take every day. I'd start leaving gifts in return, like little ribbons, or beads. I'd start noticing them delicately placed on the branches in decoration, and keep the collection going.

I just think it'd be nice. Having something wait for me every day.

However, piskies do tend to stay in 'packs'. I say packs lightly, as they are on the same wavelength as humans, probably moreso, and some aren't comfortable being compared to an animal. Sensitive topic. But point is, they stick together. You'd REALLY need to be someone special to have one leave it's family to accompany you, though definitely expect requests to visit.

Fae are smart. Incredibly smart. It'd find ways to get around, especially as small as they are. Maybe it'd hide in your bag? Or in the hood of a baggy jumper? Maybe it'd sneak alongside, hiding in the trees and bushes near the path, while keeping an ear out for your breathing and footsteps in order to navigate your location. In your house, perhaps it'd hide in the walls when company is around, giving nothing more than flash of mystery and wonder to your guests as they catch the slightest glimpse. It'd find ways to hide, while never really leaving your side. They are incredibly loyal, after all.

Most, but not all, piskies are asexual. They're not very sex focused. Of course, some are definitely kinkier than others, and they do get sexual pleasure, physically. Some are comfortable with the idea. Some are indifferent. Some are very much against it. But sex is rarely their first instinct. It's mostly food or games. This means you would probably have to initiate something. They'd do their absolute best, of course! But it can be difficult for something of their size to really do a good job. They weren't exactly built to satisfy monsterfuckers of other species. Maybe sex isn't their forte. You can definitely work with it! Some are wonders with their tongues, such long and agile muscles usually used for licking honey out of beehives, while others have more joy in using their hands and arms to reach in and drag their nails delicately across the insides.

But hey. If you can get a fae to love and trust you that much, you can do what you want with it. Cuddle, play, fuck... Just make sure your fae is comfy, and they'll never want to leave.

I'm a shameless therian so imagine BEING the monster.

Being a robot, with no traditional human genitalia. Not understanding why people find you hot. You're just a lump of metal, right? But finding some sick pleasure against your nature when you feel their hands through your wires. Feeling an uncontrollable itch you're so desperate to scratch, giving you a weird, fuzzy sensation in your chest than makes your fans go turbo.

Being a big, tentacled monster. Having limited control over your limbs. There's just so many of them, it's hard to keep track. But this comes in handy when you have such desperate, horny, pathetic little humans humping in the general direction of one, only getting them away when you clumsily slide one into their hungry hole, barely even needing to twist and move each individual one. Just a lazy thrust into each being enough to make their eyes roll back and their mouths drool contently.

Being a big werewolf, facing the excruciating pain of transformation. Feeling your bones readjust and your muscles stretch, being in an aching pain afterwards. But having such a kind, patient partner to massage your poor body all better, softly tracing their fingers through your fur. Starting off innocently enough, but slowly making their way to the more delicate parts of you, gently squeezing and applying pressure to your soft flesh, until all that's left to take the tension out of is your most sensitive spot, which is already throbbing in knowing impatience.

Being a vampire, feeling a deep thirst in your gut. You usually feed on blood quite contently, until that time when your partner becomes mean again. You can usually estimate when it's going to happen, only about a month in between. They cut you off your precious food, forbidding you from drinking. You're such a good, good vampire, you do exactly as you're told, but you're so thirsty... They don't give in until you're desperate and starving, when they agonisingly slowly take off their clothing one piece at a time, and you can do nothing but whine in impatience and sit there. You can drool and rub your face against their flesh all you want, but no biting until they say so.

You change your initial response, and accept the mer's request, agreeing to a complicated partnership. They're overjoyed! With every visit, they get more and more affectionate, with even more gifts for you than usual. Instead of staying in the water's edge, they'd drag themselves up on land to be beside you, and sometimes you'd go in the water with them, swimming together and playing in the waves.

As the seasons change and get colder, they sign to tell you they would be leaving. They explain that in the winter, their particular subspecies would swim into the deeper parts of the water, to remain in the water trapped heat and warm each other up. Both of you sad at this fact, you have a heartfelt temporary goodbye, embracing one another as you promise to wait.

And you do. You wait. And wait. You wait for months. Those close to you get very concerned, questioning why you have become so sad. You aren't entirely sure. You knew you cared greatly for them, but you didn't realise just how much they meant to you.

Finally, spring came by once again, and you're greated to the cove by the face of your very excited partner, so so glad to see you again. This day is one of the best of your life, as you cuddle in the sand, dance in the waves, float side by side, and warm up in a fluffy dryrobe when the water got too cold and your fingers started pruning. You sit together, watching the sun set on the ocean before you, glittering on the surface, like it was waving the day goodbye.

You have to prepare to say goodbye again. You promise you'd be back tomorrow, but they aren't ready to accept that. They had missed you far too much. You struggle to get them to let go, but you don't want them to either. They get so tense, their hair becomes electric with sadness, and you get stung as though from a jellyfish with one tiny touch.

They apologise profusely, rubbing their fist over their heart so many times, they practically rub their skin raw. You keep insisting it was fine, that you should just go home and put it in some warm water, but you're suddenly caught off guard when they take your hand in their mouth, softly massaging the sting with their tongue.

You know it isn't meant to, but... it feels nice. Very nice. Their warm, wet mouth, sucking at your hand, careful not to scratch you with their teeth... That feels amazing. You'd already forgotten your sting.

You coax them off your hand, insisting you're fine. But you have a new idea. An idea that would mean you can stay longer. Making sure you're hidden, you completely undress, confusing your partner, who wasn't aware you could actually do that. Then you slide back into the water, humming under your breath at the cold touch on your heated body. You take their webbed hand, and lead them out of the way of the public beach, swimming to a small clearing beyond the rocks.

By the time you reach the area, they're already hot and bothered, flustered and panting, as much as they try to hide it. You don't know why at first, until it hits you - you were getting more and more excited about your plans the closer you got. They were breathing those fluids in, and that was turning them on uncontrollably.

You encourage them to stop trying to hide their slowly unsheathing member. That you want this. That was all they needed to hear before they embrace you yet again, this time, sliding their long, salty tongue in your mouth. They weren't sure you'd like that at first, but after you moan into their mouth, they completely lost that train of thought, sliding it down deeper into your throat, loving your taste, wishing you'd moan more.

You hold them close to you, feeling their growing member softly poke into your stomach. You slide a hand between you and them, and gently take it in your palm, making them growl and moan in an unmistakably inhuman way. You massage circles into their soft yet slimey cock, determined to make it come out all the way it possibly can, while their claws start to dig into your back uncontrollably, desperate for more. Their hips buck slightly, and you tease them, telling them it's okay if they need to hump like a land animal. After all, you'd practically domesticated them as such.

They resist at first, but soon find themself unable to, barely digging the points of their teeth into your neck as they mindlessly slide their cock in and out of your hand, drooling all over your shoulder and back. You aren't even moving your arm anymore, since they're so distracted doing that themselves. Eventually though, you snap them out of their steady trance, pulling them halfway onto land before swapping your hand with your mouth. This custom isn't really normal for their species, so at first they get very confused as to what you're doing.

Once you take it in your mouth though? Oh ho, they get it alright. They understand now. They growl and howl in pleasure, unable to lay still, swishing their tail and thrusting up their hips as best they can. Though you realise quickly that they're a bit uncomfortable at the same time, laying on their back with their dorsal fins, so you flip them onto their stomach instead, with them now on top of you and thrusting down into your throat. This is clearly MUCH better, as they get even louder and more desperate, gently but firmly grasping at your hair and trying so desperately to get it even deeper, until eventually, they hit their limit, unexpectedly exploding down the back of your throat, filling your mouth with their salty cum.

You take a moment to catch your breath and give them a chance to regain their strength, until you're both ready to go again. This time, they want to give you that feeling, so you welcome them to do what they want with you. They take your unique anatomy into consideration, realising you don't have a sheath or anything like that, before noticing your hole. They give it a curious lick, recognising the taste from earlier, and noticing your whine of pleasure. Aha.

They put their tongue to work, licking over and around your hole, barely pressing in no matter how much you moan and push back into them. They take their sweet time before finally honouring your wishes, sliding their hot tongue an inch deeper with every stroke, going agonisingly slow. In a small teasing pullout, they realise how much you cry in pleasure at one particular spot their tongue had pressed. They experiment, trying that spot again, and that gets even more of a reaction. Bingo.

They go in an overwhelming circle of a routine, pushing in, sliding over your spot on the way out. Pushing in, sliding over on the way out. They don't even take the chance to breathe, as their gills are in the water enough to get oxygen that way, so it's a never ending chain of deep, deep pleasure, and heavenly pressure to your most sensitive spot.

It gets too overwhelming eventually, and you can feel the heat of orgasm coming up fast. Without a second thought, you suddenly grab them by their tendrils, pressing their face into your genitals as you cum all over them, crying out in deep, deep bliss. They clearly find this equally arousing, as that small action is enough to break them again, and they sing out in unison to you as they cum all over themselves and the foamy sand.

You two had stayed up all night, but that's okay. You snuggle up nice and warm on the sand, calm and tired in the aftermath, embracing as you watch the sun rise in a similar way to having watched it set what seemed like days before. You sit in silence, but you break it to ask if they'd mind just spending next winter in your house with the heater on. They happily agree, never wanting to spend so long apart again.

You just love to collect seaglass and rocks. Who doesn't? Seaglass is so, so pretty, and soft, the result of something ugly and dangerous becoming delicate and smooth, while every single stone and rock is completely unique, with it's own story to whisper in your ear, as gentle as the lapping waves.

But the beach is connected to one of the most vast biomes known to us. Few people truly know what goes on in that place. What lurks beneath the surface, cleverly dodging our eyes and avoiding our traps. Yet from time to time, something is bound to slip up. Sometimes as small as a scale, and sometimes as big as a whale. Today, you found that something. A mer.

They were nothing like what you were maybe expecting. You'd heard tales of perfect, pale skinned models, with the lower bodies of beautiful fish. This merfolk was nothing like that. Their skin a dark green, like seaweed, with bumps and scrapes, freckles and spots. Their tail was a nice red, and looked to mimic the appearance of a red snapper in both colouration and shape. They were fairly small, only around 4ft long, and thick, with a soft, round belly and chubby arms. Their hair was a darker shade of green than their skin, but didn't look at all like hair, moreso like the tendrils of a jellyfish. They were... beautiful.

You weren't sure what to do exactly. It's not like this had ever happened to you before. It was barely out of sight of the public beach, half in the water, half out, bleeding out from several deep wounds all over their body. If you left them here, they'd likely die. But if they were a siren, they could kill you soon after rescue. You thought about it for a while, not even sure if they were still alive, before jumping back as they let out a sudden gasp. They appeared to be able to breathe air at least, blessed with both lungs and gills, so that's one less problem.

You decide to do the selfless thing, and gently wrap the mer in your beach towel, leaving room for them to breathe, but making sure to cover them from the masses. You hurry back home as quick as possible, checking for their pulse every now and then to make sure they're still kicking. Metaphorically speaking. Once home, you head straight to the bathroom, turning on the bathtub tap and carefully placing them inside, tending to their wounds as the tub slowly fills. You remember salt water fish can't really breathe in fresh water, so you just hope the air is enough intake for them, and leave to let them heal in peace.

In all honesty, you nearly forget about them. It isn't until a few hours later when you hear water splashing from the bathroom that you're hit with a sudden realisation. You quickly hurry to the bathroom, only to find your little catch very much awake, thrashing and panicking at the strange environment. You attempt to coax them down, but alerting them to your presence only startles them more, as they breach the water's surface, snarling like a feral animal, baring their jagged shark-like teeth. Their bold yellow eyes stare daggers into you, unblinking.

You take a few steps back out of the bathroom, holding up your hands in surrender. You speak gently, in the softest way possible, just hoping they can understand English. They don't back down at first, but eventually, they grow fatigued from their injuries, seeming to just give up and accept your words of reassurance. Worst case scenario to them, you eat them and their pain ends. But of course, you don't do that. You sit with them, trying to encourage them to talk back.

They certainly seem to understand, as they respond to your questions with a tired nod or head shake, but they only ever verbally respond with little chirps and growls. You realise they may not have the same vocal chords as you do. Shit. Scratch that plan. You then turn to sign, telling them how to sign certain things. They barely pay attention at first, but eventually begin to cooperate, copying your signs. Your praise seems to surprise them at first, like they don't fully get why it's a big deal, but by the early hours of the morning, you've taught them basic phrases and letters, and they've started to take this praise as something to work towards.

Of course you aren't immune to sleep, so after ordering some foods containing shrimp and seaweed from your local Chinese restaurant for them, you go to bed.

This routine keeps up for a while. You get some actual fish for them to eat, not just takeout, and try teaching them more sign, to make communication much easier. As the days turn into weeks, they begin to heal, until eventually, they're well enough to go back out there. Still not fully recovered, but no longer bleeding, and now strong enough to brace the waters.

You wait for nighttime before daring to take them back to the beach, and duck down in a small cove to release them. They dart off at first, leaving you a bit sad, as they didn't seem to bother saying goodbye. But they soon return before you can sulk off back home, offering you a fish they had caught in their jaws. You politely decline, but tell them you'd love to see them again, and teach them more sign.

And so you do. Nearly every day, you duck down in your little cove, and meet your fast healing friend, to catch up and Google new things to sign together. It becomes routine for you now. The mer even begins to bring you rocks, shells and seaglass every time you visit. You think nothing of it, of course. They're just being nice! Until one day, they get visibly fed up with this part of the routine, and use whatever signing knowledge they have to ask why you keep taking the gifts without accepting the request.

Request? You weren't aware. Was this gift giving actually a ritual in mer culture? You apologise profusely, asking what their request was, and offering to give back what they'd given. They decline that offer, but finally clarify, that's how merfolk request a partnership. They had been trying to court you for little over a month, and you hadn't noticed.

You at first decline, unsure if that's morally acceptable. But... you give it some thought. Actually, why would that be so bad? They're sweet, and cute. And you've always been a bit of a monsterfucker. Surely it's worth a shot!

... right?

Picture a dragonborn or lizardfolk, who's cock is concealed. No matter how desperate you are, begging and pleading, whimpering pathetically, you only get it when you actually put in some damn effort. Having to stroke, suck and lick, just to get it out enough to be able to satiate your need.

In turn, an afab dragonborn/lizardfolk, who needs just as much effort to be able to open their hole for you. Needing to be massaged oh so gently, have your fingers trace along the ridges of their crease, until the skin moves out the way enough for you to slide deep inside.

Or how about cat monsters? They might pass the harkness test, but no matter the shape, their cocks still have those little spikes. Soft and movable, but stubborn, gently scratching through your inner walls, making you feel every single one. Latching on the inside of your throat so you choke, leaving you all hazy and dizzy as it just takes so much more effort to get out.

Cat monsters with fluffy, silky holes, with such soft fur to rest your face in while you slide your tongue so deep, they're forced to meow pathetically. Hitting such a good spot, they purr uncontrollably, vibrating the entire bed.

Or robots, who don't have proper genitalia? Who need to get creative, starting off with just toys and vibrators, before recognising that it's getting boring. Using live wires to safely but noticeably spark your soft parts, using their strong metal limbs to stop you squirming too much. Displaying porn on their screen to get you so horny, while not actually doing anything to you, just holding you down so you can't touch your poor, throbbing hole no matter how turned on you are.

Or even selkies, who most would only fuck in human form! But that's no fun. Dragging you to the depths in their halfway form, barely holding your head above the water as they pound their slippery, soft cock into your aching holes beneath the surface. Or maybe even going full seal, just barely hiding behind the rock of a nudist beach, making you pretend like everything is normal, because most people wouldn't know they're a selkie, they pass so well.

Or selkie vaginas, that are so fat and squishy. Teasing them about being unable to hide how open their hole is just by the slightest interaction. Finding the salty taste difficult to swallow, but with every moan, they hold onto you tighter, so you can't stop until either they're satisfied or you give up. And you definitely aren't doing the latter.

Even better is transferring it's data into another appliance. Maybe a phone, where you can easily slide it between your legs, making it vibrate against your sweetest spots until you're satisfied enough to reward it. Maybe you upload it to one of those plasma orbs, where stroking the glass and causing those bursts of light feels like an endless stream of pleasure within every bolt of electricity? Maybe you're even mean enough to link it to a set of speakers, so if it doesn't try hard enough to keep quiet, it's glitched moans and howls of delight from your internal meddling will blast for the whole neighbourhood to hear?

The town selection was nothing interesting. Rather depressing, actually. Not much caught your eye, and in all honesty, you probably spent more money on drinks throughout the day rather than treats for yourself. But when you finally reached the end of town, you found a new store. A curio store. Your excitement was barely contained. Not just a new store to look in, but one full of useless yet entertaining junk? Oh hell yes!

You entered the store, getting hit in the face by the overwhelming scent of dust. The clerk seemed friendly enough, cheerily greeting you as you wandered in aimlessly. The items in that store were beyond curious. Chocolate cocks and clits, giant lava lamps, glass sex toys on the shelves, taxidermy mice positioned in day to day jobs, lighters and antique knives locked behind a glass cupboard door, you found every corner had something to behold. But one lone barrel caught your attention, on account of it looking so out of place, even in a store as curious as this one.

Unable to shake away your interest, you wandered to the barrel, gently coaxing off the lid to peer inside. To your surprise, it was filled to the brim with a soft pink slime. Against your better judgement, you slid one finger into the substance. It felt... warm. Unnaturally so, like the inside of someone's mouth. You could've sworn you just felt the slime shudder as you did that...

You eventually made your rounds. Grabbing some candy genitals as a gag for your friends, of course, and a rainbow lava lamp that would really brighten up your room. But at the counter, you found yourself asking the clerk about the barrel of slime. She shrugged dismissively, saying it had stayed with her for a while, but that it wasn't her cup of tea. Perhaps it was the curiosity of the lifelike texture, or the simple nostalgia from childhood, but you impulsively decided to purchase the slime barrel. After all, at only $5, what's there to lose?

It was delivered by the clerk a few days later, in the store's branded van. You had forgotten about it, honestly. Unsure what to do with this completely bizarre purchase that you kind of regretted making, you just left it in the living room, hoping inspiration would strike. And it would.

That night, in your sleep, you dreamt of warm, soft jelly. Swimming in it, relaxing in it, under a hot sun. All your worries seemed so far... Although this jelly was getting quite sticky. In fact, that was a very convincing feeling. You awoke soon after, only to find that hot sticky feeling was still there, as the pink slime was coating your legs, two holes fashioned in a lump that was resting on your knee. Hang on, did those holes just... blink? You shrieked, wondering how it possibly could've gotten there, when your own question was soon answered, as the substance moved away all on it's own, retracting itself from you and clumsily dropping into a pile on your floor.

It began to stretch and mold upwards, taking on a wonky but undeniable humanoid shape, with those holes forming in the head just like eyes. Before you could scream, it uttered a quiet, soft apology, panic in it's own voice. You stopped your little freakout, processing the talking slime creature before you. It apologised again for waking you up, and for scaring you, stumbling back a bit as it struggled to keep it's balance. You quickly dismissed the apology, no longer threatened, now just curious. You questioned what it was, and it was honest, stating that it didn't exactly know. It admitted it was lonely, and tried desperately to gain the affection of the store clerk, only to find she had no interest in it's friendship.

You offered your own hand to it, jumping at the opportunity to gain the affection of a monster. How often does this opportunity arise? In excitement, the slime creature forgot it's boundaries, wrapping it's weighted, soft arms around you, it's warm body almost blending into yours. It was a weird, but incredible sensation, like a hot bath after a stressful day... In fact, it was quite cold that evening, right? Yeah. Definitely. This feeling should last longer. This new companion could keep you nice and warm in the night. You requested it's company, and while surprised, it accepted, just happy to have someone glad in it's presence.

You laid back down into your pillows as the creature slowly and calmly enveloped you, like a weighted blanket. You sighed in comfort, easing back into sleep, when a hot flush suddenly waved over you. A bit of slime had accidentally drooled down in between your legs, lightly brushing your most sensitive area. That's fine, you thought, you'd just move slightly and-- oh that made it worse. More slime slid between your thighs, intensifying that tickling hot feeling down below. You couldn't help but gasp in pleasure, stopping the creature as it tried to move away. You reassured it that you weren't uncomfortable, and invited it to actually keep doing this.

Confused yet not deterred, the slime did whatever it took to please it's new master, sliding a thick mound of hot slime all the way down to your hole, lightly teasing it as you internally pleaded for more. It stopped after one stroke, so you clarified your wants, saying that feeling had to continue, if the monster was comfortable. The slime quickly caught on to what it was supposed to, and rippled continuously over your genitals, giving a wonderful wavy sensation that pleasured your entire waist at once. You pushed down into it, moaning at last when a slight bit went through your clothes and into your hole.

Quick to catch on, yet not ceasing to stop the rippling at the same time, the creature pushed more slime into your hole, relishing in your sounds of pleasure. Almost using your internal walls like a mold for it's staff's shape, it began sliding in and out, slow at first, but ever faster, increasing in speed slightly with every whine and grunt of pleasure. It opened another hole in itself, this time over your own member, and enveloped it, rippling and stroking over it to hit every spot you delighted over, while sprouting another slimey limb to carefully and gently slide into your mouth. It was hot on your tongue, and tasted not like any factory manufactured toy slime, but instead of sweet, sweet flesh. Like the taste of licking cream off another human's body. The slime sliding across your taste buds only made you hornier and hornier, as you quickly realised it was an aphrodisiac.

Eventually, it all got too much, and you finally finished in a blaze of glory, mixing your own fluids with the creature's unique body.

I will be writing the new piece soon, I promise. The winner of the poll was slime monster so keep an eye out for that because I am very excited to share my ideas with you all. Slimes are so easy to get creative with and I've never tried using one for smut before so I am HYPED.