We’re Not All Monsters

ORC

Nothing makes you feel more full than the feeling of your wife’s large green fingers splitting you open. She’s massive, of course she is. The clan leader needs to be a personification show of strength to ward off any enemy. Too bad you’re also one of her victims when she decides to spread you apart on your shared bed after a rough day training.

She’s always grumpy after, sweat glistening on her muscular arms before she hoists you over her strong shoulder to the bed. She’s quick to rip apart your underwear, she always makes up for it and buys you a new pair anyway. She just can’t help herself from stuffing her face between your legs so she can lap at your pretty pussy. Her large tongue rolling around your twitching pearl as you sling in her arms begging for mercy. Her tusks have probably left an indent on your inner thighs from how much they poke at you when she slurps at you. At first it was painful…then uncomfortable, and now you barely feel them at all. She begs you to pull on her black curly hair, the tug alone makes her wet with a groan.

NAGA

She has always been overly clingy. Her favorite pastime was always cuddling up behind you underneath the trees and snuggling you to death til the both of you fall asleep. Her tail is massive, and surprisingly warm. She likes to bask it in the sun just so you can warm up against it whenever you come back home. She cries when you leave for work, trying her best to make you stay with her. If you can’t she can always try convincing you otherwise. Your wife was strong, a tall woman with a massive tail that overpowered you completely, she lifted you up easily, flipping you upside down in your pajamas before you could get ready. She removes your underwear easily, tossing it aside before rubbing the end of her long tail over your slit as it slowly eases inside you.

She fucks you good, so good that you forget you even need to go to work. Her tail isn’t rough or anything, it’s surprisingly smooth at the end, the perfect size to plug up your pussy when you think about leaving her. Once you’re too overstimulated to move she’ll flip you around again so you’re hovering over her face, letting you ride her tail before she wraps her large mouth around your entire pussy. Her tongue is long, twisting and twirling as it stretches you out along with her tail. She’ll make you beg for her to stop…and since you’re too tired now, it’d be best you stayed home.

SEA WITCH

When you go to the beach you always try to wear cute clothes for your wife. You buy countless little sun dresses, shorts, bathing suits and skirts that only end up drifting carelessly away at sea. You were sure you could have filled half a mile of point Nemo from how much stuff you’ve lost over the past couple of years. Maybe there will be a chance for society to embark on all your ripped up bikinis and dresses. Your wife always managed to mess up your clothing. She didn’t hate it, far from it, you looked beautiful, and she can never help that itch she gets to just drag you by the ankle with one of her tentacles to your knees before slipping you into the ocean.

You were tired of her fucking up your shit, so you finally decided one day to wear an outfit she can’t rip. A cute lingerie set with your pussy exposed under your old sun dress, you were lucky enough to live on a semi deserted island, the nearest village was half an hour away for anyone to see you getting fucked silly on the sand. You twirl around for her, a cheeky smile on your face when you feel the familiar slimy grip of her tentacles dragging you straight toward her. She flips you over, your elbows landing harshly on the sand with your ass under water . She rips your dress apart to shreds, you’re happy you wore a dress you didn’t quite like anymore. Not that she cared. Clothes were a foreign concept in Merfolk culture, she seemed more irritated each time you even bothered putting something on. Once she sees your body she lights up immediately, tentacles wrapping over your breast and thighs as she pulls you onto her lips. She can go at you for hours like this.

VAMPIRE

A fresh smelling human woman with blood as divine as aged wine. It’d be surprising if the countess didn’t fall head over heels in love. She was old, much older than you, but she was stunning. She took you as her bride as soon as she smelled you quivering alone in the woods, how could she resist such beauty from this cute pathetic woman? She’s overly gentle with you, using an amulet to keep you young for her forever. She doesn't fancy anyone else’s company after meeting you. She’s tall, strong, but surprisingly overly gentle with you, her sweet wife. When she took you to bed the first time it hurt..bad. What else did you expect from a vampire as old as her? A vampire who hasn’t had a meal this delectable in a long, long time. No, she needed to savor your taste.

Eating you out isn’t always a simple game when she’s angry or stressed. Your thighs are etched with bite marks as scars to prove it. She tries to be gentle as she can, but fangs as long as hers can’t help but hurt as they sink into your thighs. You squirm, tears bubbling up over your waterline as you bite those cute plump lips of yours. She is always apologetic, promising you euphoria as soon as she has her fill of your blood, and she always comes through. In seconds her bloody red lips wrap around your clit, tongue fast and powerful enough to make you arch your back. She keeps at you for hours to the point you can’t even feel the earlier puncture.

WEREWOLF

Your wife has always loved it when you run from her..just like how you two met years ago. It’s become a tradition at this point. Sometimes when she’s away you sneak off to the nearest lake to go take a bath, but oh no, she’s not as stupid as you take her for, she’s almost always waiting, watching, anticipating for you to step your soaking nude body out the water so she can pounce you back onto the dirty ground when you’re done. How dare you think you can take a bath without her? You always seem so content when you bathe, so cute and vulnerable, she tried warning you about keeping up with your surroundings. I suppose you never learn, do you? Or, maybe you actually liked the idea of her watching you.

She waits until you get out the water, neatly wrapping a towel over your perfect body before you make your way back to the village. She’s behind you in an instant, crawling in bushes, stalking your every step. She only pounces when you notice her..she loves the chase. You always let out the sweetest gasp when you spot her, fumbling around with your towel as you start to dash away. But your human legs can only get you so far. She lets you create distance..she wants you to feel safe and secure before tackling you. She pins you in the ground, fluffy body heaving as she lifts up your squirming legs as you curse her out for ruining your bath. Her tongue is long and swift, curling over and under your clit as she messily eats you up. You can get back at her later, for now she wants to taste you.

GHOST

Living with a ghost as a wife seemed scary at first, especially when she took your soul at the start of your marriage in exchange for her love. At first she only did it as a joke, but now that she’s taken the time to get to know you she’s been obsessed with you ever since. You haven’t known peace. She’s clinging to you the second you get home, pulling off your shoes and coat before showering you with icy kisses. She loves staying wrapped around you at night even if it makes you uncomfortably cold. She can’t seem to get her hands off you. She knows you work hard to maintain and take care of the house, so why shouldn’t she show her appreciation?

She died years ago when she was still living here, all alone, but now that she has you she has no interest in letting you leave her. Ever. Sometimes when the two of you get into a fight and you try leaving the house she gets nervous..she knows your marriage isn’t legitimate by legal means, but for crying out loud she has your soul. You were hers. She completely flips out, rushing to you before you can reach the handle to possess your body. She quickly apologizes each time, she promises to make it up to you, she knows you can feel every single move she makes in your body, so she’ll finger your pussy while she begs you to stay with her. And when you do eventually calm down, she’ll happily give your body back so she can suck on your tiny clit with her cold tongue.

WITCH

Your wife was far too old to participate in such “lewd behaviors”, or so she’d say. She was decades older than you, an older woman with a low libido. She wasn’t as active as she used to be in her youth, but she knows how needy humans can be, especially her sweet little wife. Bending down to eat you out wasn’t exactly her forte, too tasteless for an advanced witch such as herself. No, no— she liked to use the element of surprise.

look at the old house in the dawn rain all the flowers are forms of water the sun reminds them through a white cloud touches the patchwork spread on the hill the washed colors of the afterlife that lived there long before you were born see how they wake without a question even though the whole world is burning

Rain Light - WS Merwin