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being at a monster glory hole you're forced to guess which monster is fucking you right now with what (tentacle, tail, dick), after they cum inside you if you're not able to tell another monster appears and the cycle repeats until you've guessed all of the, seemingly, endless line of creatures, keeping you there as their hole
being at a monster glory hole you're forced to guess which monster is fucking you right now with what (tentacle, tail, dick), after they cum inside you if you're not able to tell another monster appears and the cycle repeats until you've guessed all of the, seemingly, endless line of creatures, keeping you there as their hole
Something that i love about monstrous non-con scenarios is a level of power that allows the monster to dominate you while behaving romantically and sweet even while effortlessly restraining and preventing any attempt at escape.
Like beating your hands against a monstrous chest that simply purrs with laughter and then holds your hands, not even tightly and yet completely able to hold you at arms length-or wrap you in a suffocating hug no matter how you scream or bite or kick. Perhaps it nuzzles or kisses you or compliments you as you slowly weaken in your attempts to escape.
A monster restraining you with tendrils or tentacles, forcing your head back and mouth open with the tendrils but keeping them only just hooked inside the mouth instead of penetrating into your throat, then just kissing you lovingly, growling with pleasure if you bite it, simply treating your ferocious attempts to escape as playful or pleasurable flirting
A vampire or entity with hypnotic powers simply controlling your body or mind, playful, loving, even as you scream and writhe mentally or magically. It is fully aware of your attempts to escape, but merely plays the part of a passionate and gentle lover. Not necessarily because it loves you, but because it is powerful enough to do so without experiencing any risk of pain or loss.
A beastperson holding you in its lap, fucking you gently as you cry and whimper, holding you around your waist with your hands pinned to the side, nibbling your neck playfully and telling you how beautiful you are as if you aren't screaming epitaphs or begging to be released
Getting tied to or restrained by magic or some kind of tentacle on a bed, splayed out for the taking, only for the monster to take its time in gently stroking, kissing you, whispering your name, putting a ring on your finger, talking to you as if you are holding a loving conversation despite the gag or tendril covering your mouth.
For myself, I like these to be purposeful displays of power, not delusion on the part of the monster. It doesn't think you are in love with it or is it legitimately justifying its behavior as romantic. It knows exactly what its doing and its effect on you.
non con power dynamics with an aesthetic of romance my BELOVED
wish a ghost was violating me in public and there was nothing I could do about it.
when I’m in the fitting room, disembodied hands pass through my panties, fingering my cunt and playing with my clit until i soak the material, forcing me to buy it.
at work, hands groping my tits, massaging and pinching my nipples, forcing me to hold back tears and moans.
on my way home, shoved into an alley, pants pulled down and spanked without mercy until i’m crying.
in a public restroom, taking my panties away, ripping them to shreds or carrying them far far away, so i’m forced to walk around with the knowledge that my cunt is bare
never letting me cum unless i’m in public. only giving me enough time to hide behind a bush before it’s pounding my cunt until im in tears, shoving disembodied fingers in my mouth, spanking my ass with every thrust.
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wish a ghost was violating me in public and there was nothing I could do about it.
when I’m in the fitting room, disembodied hands pass through my panties, fingering my cunt and playing with my clit until i soak the material, forcing me to buy it.
at work, hands groping my tits, massaging and pinching my nipples, forcing me to hold back tears and moans.
on my way home, shoved into an alley, pants pulled down and spanked without mercy until i’m crying.
in a public restroom, taking my panties away, ripping them to shreds or carrying them far far away, so i’m forced to walk around with the knowledge that my cunt is bare
never letting me cum unless i’m in public. only giving me enough time to hide behind a bush before it’s pounding my cunt until im in tears, shoving disembodied fingers in my mouth, spanking my ass with every thrust.
Summary: You get caught between the heated desires of your werewolf and Minotaur boyfriend. They often get too possessive as if touching you is a competition. They eventually work together, pounding you good and deep so that you never forget how much they love you.
Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, double penetratiοn, oral fem and male receiving, p in v sex, anal +plug, fingering, huge🍆, belly bulge, knot, lots of 💦. Don’t like, don’t read please.
This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreοn as my patrons get early access to my Tumblr posts+more smut! 😍I hope you like this! It’s so steamy!
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It was a late night and you were lying with your back on the bed, your body exposed to your two boyfriends: a werewolf named Ari and a minotaur named Bront. Aric had a big muscular frame and was covered in black fur that showed off his bright amber eyes. Bront was slightly larger than Ari and had coarse brown fur, a bull’s face and long protruding horns.
They had long now undressed you, their gazes roaming over your body, caressing your curves and making you shiver with anticipation. But when the time came for them to start touching you, they lost control. They wanted you too much, their desire overwhelming, and they always had a hard time sharing you and working together.
It didn’t help that they were both overly possessive of you, their primal instincts driving them to claim you.
“Move over, wolf. It’s my turn to kiss our mate,” Bront growled as he leaned in and claimed your mouth, his tongue pushing down your throat.
“I haven’t kissed her nearly as much as you,” Ari rumbled as he licked along your neck and up your face.
Their tongues battled for dominance, each trying to claim you in their own way. Captured between them, you moaned and wiggled slightly, overwhelmed by their intensity. You wanted to talk, to tell them that you were theirs, but every time you opened your mouth, one of them would grab the chance to kiss you deeply. When Bront’s tongue finally withdrew, Ari’s immediately took its place, plunging into your mouth and so on. The constant back-and-forth left you breathless and frustrated.
“Wait—mphhh—” you muttered, trying to catch your breath before Ari’s tongue invade your mouth.
Bront grumbled but decided to play with your breasts. His large, rough hands cupped your tits, shaping the soft, plump mounds and thumbing your sensitive nipples. His mouth enveloped each tit in turn, careful not to hurt you with his sharp teeth. His suckling was gentle yet fervent, alternating between your breasts, his tongue tracing circles around the tight, aching buds.
“Look at her…” Ari joined in the game, fondling the tit that Bront had just released and massaged it, his tongue licking around the areola. “Fuck, such softness.”
“Want to mark her pretty tits with my seed,” Bront growled, teasing your nipples with his skilled tongue.
“Yesss… please…” you whimpered and clutched both their furry arms begging them to stop teasing you. “Want you to fuck me.”
“We’ll fuck your pretty holes, mate,” Bront said, his voice sending vibrations through you, making your pussy leak even more. “But first, we’ll play with you. Hm?”
“No playing—“ you muttered, clutching their furry arms. “’m too sensitive.”
Bront gave you a firm look and settled down, his horns casting shadows on the wall as he gripped your hips and spread your legs open. He curved your legs upward, dragging them until your knees were at your ears, exposing your eager holes to their hungry eyes. You pussy clenched eagerly, you were drenched with arousal. Your ass was also filled with a pretty heart diamond plug.
“Told you the diamond plug would fit her best,” Ari drawled, his eyes dark with lust. “It looks so cute, lodged up her pretty ass.”
“Hm… looks stunning indeed,” Bront agreed shakily. “But I want to ruin her pussy first.”
You opened your mouth to speak but cried out instead when Bront’s long tongue lapped at your cunt, devouring your juices and flicking your sensitive clit. His hands kept your legs pinned wide while he did shameless things with his tongue. Ari watched enthralled, but then realized he wanted to taste you, too.
“Fuck, her cunny is so wet. Move aside, bullface, I want to taste her, too.”
“Get in line, mutt,” the minotaur snarled, his tongue plunging deep inside you, causing you to whimper and babble pathetically.
You were so close, each possessive lick brought you higher and higher and despite their bickering you came with a whine, your toes clenching, pussy pulsing around Bront’s relentless tongue. Your minotaur kept licking you up, slower this time, prolonging your pleasure.
Realizing he wouldn’t get his turn soon, Ari shoved Bront aside with a grin. “Step aside and watch, bull. It’s time to prepare her lovely ass.“
Bront narrowed his eyes at him yet reluctantly watched as Ari rolled you on all fours, his hands spreading the mounds of your ass. Ari’s tongue flicked around the butt plug, teasingly, before gently toying with the handle. He pulled it back slowly, stretching your hole, then slammed it back inside, making you gasp and tighten your anal muscles.
Bront, not one to be left out, pushed you down with a gentle palm on your back, pressing your face into the sheets. Leaning close, he watched the sight of you being so thoroughly at your limits.
“Take the plug out”, Bront demanded hoarsely. “I want to fuck her pretty arse.”
“Jokes on you, bud. I’m fucking her pretty arse,” Ari said, carefully removing the plug. It left your hole with a wet squelch, and you groaned as the thick protrusion exited your insides, leaving you feeling empty and needy.
Ari grabbed the bottle of lube and after he’d retracted his claws, he smeared the cold liquid all over his fingers and your ass. A thick werewolf finger stretched you, curling inside you. The sensation was incredible, especially when Bront joined in, inserting his own finger alongside Ari’s. You had both digits up your ass, both as thick as a human dick at full mast.
“I think she needs a bigger plug next time,” Bront said, squelching sounds echoing as he thrust his finger alongside Ari’s.
The werewolf hummed. “Hmm, she’s too tight.”
“I’m here, you dumbasses,” you groaned, the constant shifting of their fingers leavening you wanting more. “Stop talking and just fuck me!”
“Naughty little mate,” Ari said and smacked your ass playfully. “We prepare you first, and then we fuck you crazy.”
“Come on… hn…” you whined. “Can’t take this anymore. You both need to stop arguing and share me.”
Bront clicked his tongue. “Ask nicely for our cocks, little mate.”
You huffed. “Enough with the teasing. Make this work before I leave you both and go fuck my dildos.”
“She needs to be punished for even suggesting this,” Bront said in all seriousness.
Ari agreed, his brows furrowed. “Your mates are right here, hard and eager to satisfy you. Never dare say you’ll substitute us with stupid toys.”
“A lesson is in order,” the minotaur said. “Our impatient mate needs to get fucked stupid until she understands the gravity of her words.”
“Fucking finally,” you moaned and gasped when you received another light slap, this time on your pussy by Ari.
“Can I take her pretty mouth?” Ari asked. “You can break her ass and then we can take turns fucking her.”
They nodded in unison.
And began fucking you senseless.
Gone was their earlier miscommunication.
With impressive cooperation, Ari positioned himself near your head while Bront took his place between your legs. Their cocks stood at attention, their shafts as thick as your forearm, the tips leaking precum. Without waiting, Ari tapped his cock against your lips, parting your mouth and shoving his cock down your throat. You gurgled but at the same time, Bront lined up with your ass, the cockhead stretching the tight muscle and thrusting inside.
You gasped, “Mphhh!”
They fucked you from both ends in perfect unison. Ari’s cock filled your mouth and throat, salty precum trickling down your throat. Bront pounded deep into your ass, his huge frame hanging over your back, his breathing just as heavy as your own. The dual sensations were overwhelming, liquid pleasure coursing through your veins as they filled you again and again. The room echoed with the wet plap-plap of skin slapping skin and your muffled moans mingling with their grunts.
“Mmmm, such a good girl for us,” Bront said, his hips pounding you into the mattress. “Taking Ari’s cock down her pretty throat and my cock in her tight arsehole.”
“That will teach her not to mention dildos again,” Bront said, his fingers reaching to circle your pussy. You were drenched and painfully empty there, your poor clit begging for attention.
“You can use dildos only to prepare yourself for us, little mate,” Ari said while pulling back from your mouth, his cock coated in your saliva. “But never, never use them to threaten us this way. Understood?”
“Hmm… understood,” you took a deep inhale, shaking all over.
“We are also sorry, little mate”, Bront kissed your nape. “We quarrelled and teased you a little too much when we should be giving you one orgasm after the other.”
“Our mating bond is too strong and we want you too much that sometimes we lose control,” Ari added, kissing your flushed lips. “From now on, we’ll do better, love. We promise.”
“Please, make me yours,” you told them, your eyes misty. “Make me forget everything but you.”
“You want us to fill you up with our cocks?” Bront asked, his huge palm pumping his raging dick.
“Our seed trickling down your thighs?” Ari added, fondling his swollen balls.
“Hm! Yes, want you! Want you both to fuck me stupid!”
Your declaration was all they needed to get back at it.
They repositioned you so you were straddling Bront, your breasts rubbing against his chest while Ari kneeled behind you, his dick hot against your ass. Your minotaur lowered you down onto his cock, and your werewolf pushed into your ass. They thrust to the hilt, stretching your holes, both shafts rubbing against each other inside you. Then they started pounding you, their thrusts deep and relentless, their cocks hitting all the right spots.
You clung to both of them, your nails digging into their flesh as they fucked you in perfect harmony. When Ari’s cock left your pussy, Bront’s entered your ass. Next they alternated the pace, both slamming at the same time inside your holes. You could only whimper and blabber their names, their combined efforts pushing you over the edge.
Body trembling, you came hard, sobs of pleasure escaping your dry mouth. Bront devoured your cries with his kiss, his tongue brushing with yours in a rough messy kiss. Ari nipped and kissed your neck, leaving little love marks. Your mates were primal and unhinged, and you loved them—you loved how good they fucked you, exactly as you liked it.
And they were far from done.
They ruined you from what seemed like hours. With their inhuman strength and size, they put you in all positions imaginable and took turns claiming your holes, their powerful bodies working in sync to drive you insane with ecstasy. You lost count of how many times you climaxed and your voice went horse from all the moans and cries of pleasure.
When they did finish, they had completely delivered their lesson; you were sleepy and blissfully fucked, your lips smudged with seed, your cunt and ass overflowing with it. You collapsed between them, panting and sweaty.
They gave you water and some bites of food, then gently cleaned you up. They tucked you between them in the bed and held you, whispering how much they loved, how precious you were to them, how lucky they were to have found you.
“That was one amazing punishment,” you muttered with a sleepy smile. “I love it when you go feral over me.”
“We’ll be gentler next time,” Ari said, nuzzling your neck.
“Nooo,” you pouted. “I loved it.”
Bront half-laughed and kissed your nose. “Then you’ll get many more good and deep poundings tomorrow, sweet mate.”
You smiled, exhausted but satisfied. “Thank you. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” your mates whispered before you drifted off into a pleasurable sleep.
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Minotaur x fem!reader || size kink, soft (but filthy) sex, dirty talk, breeding, oral sex
You are quietly walking through the supermarket one day when you have to climb a shelf because you can’t reach the fucking cereals you want. You are pushing your body up when you slip and brace yourself for impact. But the impact never comes. You feel strong big arms around you and when you look up you are staring into the eyes of the biggest minotaur you’ve ever seen.
From that point on, you see him every time you go to the supermarket, it’s like magic. You are going grocery shopping? He’s walking the aisle like he’s there just for you. Days pass and you can’t stop thinking about how wonderful he is, how pretty… and how fucking big. He insists on helping you get everything from the top shelf, you aren’t exactly little, but he’s so tall and broad and fucking magnificent… You agree. And just like that, you have a new grocery shopping friend.
Your friendship develops from there, you gave him your phone, he texts you when he’s going shopping, you met there. Sometimes you go out for coffee after, sometimes he insists on following you home and helping you put the groceries away… You never thought it was wrong because if felt completely fine, it felt natural and amazing to trust him, to feel cared for. And you think you might be in love.
When he finally asks you out, you say “yes” so fast he starts laughing as you blush like a teenager. He embraces you human body against his big minotaur one and lifts you up, burying his big head in your neck as you grab his horns. The sinful groan he lets out makes you whimper in need, and just like that, you two are horny as fuck and it’s like something broke inside you. A new kind of need awakening.
You go on a date that feels like the longest foreplay you’ve ever felt. The date is fucking fantastic, you two fitting better than puzzle pieces, and you can’t stop thinking how much you want to suck his cock. If he’s somewhat proportionate, he must be huge, and that thought plagues your brain every time you look at him. But you don’t say nothing that day.
You continue dating and going groceries together, and after a month of constant turn-on state, you are casually hanging out in your kitchen putting the groceries away as he sits and looks at you while you two talk.
“What?” He asks when he catches you staring at him for the hundredth time, a big smile in his pretty face. He’s so cute you want to hit him, sometimes. You can’t deal with such adorable being.
You look at him, feeling your cheeks getting hot already. “I- Nothing,” you say, embarrassed to admit you were thinking about his dick, once again. You are in a constant state of sexual frustration since you started dating. You thought it would be more sex and less cuteness, and you aren’t mad about it being cute, but dang, you want his cock so deeply inside of you, you could feel him for days after.
He smirks, grabbing a grape out of the bag and chewing it slowly. “Come on, don’t be shy, tell me.” His absurdly hot face and body look so tantalizing and you feel so ready to climb him like a tree every time you get close to him...
“I- I lowkey… Never mind, it’s too embarrassing.” You look down as you take some more groceries and store them in the cupboard. You hear him getting up and getting closer to you, his heat behind you making you melt against his chest. His strong arms coming around you as you sigh, happily. He turns you around and pecks at your lips, his big eyes making pleading as he says nothing. “Okay, okay, stop using those big eyes on me. I… I was thinking about your dick,” you confess, hiding your face in his chest.
He pulls his fingers under your chin and pushes your face up. He’s looking at you with such tenderness and heat in his eyes that you have to grab at his shirt harder not to fall, your knees weak under you. “Say that again?” He asks, his tone pleadingly.
“We… We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and I… I want to move things further,” you let out slowly, looking at him for any reaction. But his face is completely blank and you start doubting everything about your relationship. The voices in your head are loud as you let out a choked: “It’s okay if it’s too fast, I get it. I know. Shutting up now.” It’s been too little, he doesn’t feel the same, he’s just with you because you are exotic… Your inner monologue is filled with self-doubt.
“No. No, it’s not that,” he says, an edge of self-doubt mirroring yours. You blush hard as you look at him up and down, your brain going a mile per minute and falling into the worst possible scenarios.
“What then?” You ask, neediness bleeding into your voice. “You… You don’t find me attractive?” You finally ask, your self-esteem issues making you want to cry as he looks down at you with the most shocked expression ever.
“What?! Are you insane?!” His growl is so deep and feral that your knees turn into jelly under you.
You grab the edge of the counter not to fall. But you can’t respond with anything before he’s manhandling your body over your kitchen table and pushing all the groceries to the ground. You are about to protest when he leans over your body and starts kissing you senseless. His arms part your legs and he steps between them, his monstrous bulge fitting perfectly against your clothed pussy.
“You want this?” He says as he grinds against you. “Are you sure?” He sounds hesitant, but his dick is so hard against you that you want to scream.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant, trying to grind against him. He growls and rips your clothes off in two fast tugs, leaving you naked over the table, like a sacrifice for the minotaur. And you are more than ready to be devoured.
He pulls his fly open in one tug, probably breaking it in the process, but his movements are frantic. He pushes against you once again, his dick huge against your dripping cunt. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he grunts, his dick leaking precum. Leaking so much of it that you feel it dripping over your wet pussy, making a bigger mess. “I don’t think I would fit, you are so tiny.” He proves his point pressing a finger inside you, making you arch your back and moan loudly. He grunts as he fucks you slowly. His finger feels already so big...
“Just the tip,” you try to argue, wanting nothing more than to be fucked. You know you can take him. At least some of him, but he’s so caring and so worried about you… Always worried. You moan and try to move your hips, but his grip is non-forgiving. You can’t move even a millimeter as he rubs his tip against your wet folds around his finger still buried inside. “Please, please,” you always thought you were above begging, but today you learned a new thing about yourself.
“Just the tip?” He asks, the big head of his cock teasing your entrance. “You are so tight,” he grunts. You feel like he’s going to break you apart as he presses lightly, making you cry out. He pulls back, scared that he hurt you, but you shush him, kissing his snout and grabbing his horns. You know he loves when you play with his horns, he told you how sensitive they were.
“Just the tip,” you repeat. You are already feeling needy and desperate, wanting nothing more but for him to fuck you into oblivion, even if that means you’d be impaled by a giant dick.
“You are soaking,” he groans as he gets in position, making you hot all over. The sounds he makes are so erotic you can’t stop moaning in response.
He starts pushing inside millimeter by millimeter and you feel like your body is being torn. He’s so big, so massive inside of you. You don’t know if you can take him. You don’t know if the tip was already too much for your poor human pussy.
“You feel amazing, such a good little human for me.” He keeps going, shushing your whimpers and telling you how good you feel, how pretty you look stretched around him. “Your pussy is so good, you feel so tight around me. Your pussy feels amazing, best pussy I’ve ever tried, I’m not gonna give you up for anything in the world. You are MINE.” With a roar he pushes a bit deeper, making you cry out.
After that it’s like a switch turns off inside him. Before you realize, he’s slipped a bit more inside. And a bit more. And he’s halfway there when he starts to fuck you in earnest, losing complete control of himself because of how good you feel. You start chanting his name as he keeps hitting deep inside of you. Too much, too deep, but so, so good you can’t stop the tears from falling freely.
He fucks you like a piston, so lost in the pleasure of your body that you can’t even think straight as he goes and goes and goes. You don’t know where his body starts and yours ends. You don’t know what day it is or what’s your own name. You just know his dick pushing far and deep inside of you, harder and harder with each thrust. It’s maddening.
“I’m gonna breed you,” he starts. You groan in response, the idea of being filled to the brim making you hotter than expected. And he keeps going, “I’m gonna come so far inside of you, you are gonna feel me inside for days.” You groan again, rocking your hips against him. “Rub your pretty clit for me, fall apart around my dick, let me feel your pussy milking me.” You scream at his words, overwhelmed.
You obey, rubbing your clit as he fucks you furiously on the table, the wood underneath you creaking under the force of his thrusts. It takes you less than two seconds to come around his shaft, only halfway in, but bigger than anything you’ve ever tried.
“Just like that, yes. Yes. Good little human.” He starts babbling nonsense as he fucks you though your orgasm.
When you are coming down from the extracorporeal experience that is an orgasm with him, you feel the first shoot of his come inside of you. He comes, and comes, and comes a bit more. You feel some come leaking around his dick, you feel so full you don’t know what to do but squirm under him. The movement just makes everything move and you groan, clenching around him as he grunts.
He pulls out after what feels like an eternity hugging each other, your pussy feels raw and abused. You whimper when he touches you, so tender and fucked out, but he doesn’t really care, a dazed look in his eyes as he looks at your leaking pussy. You push your body up on your elbows, looking down at him as he kneels on the floor, between your legs. He launches at your pussy, eating you out until he deems you are clean enough. You come three times before he’s done.
And then he takes you to bed and does it all over again.
Those precious moments when Im finger fucking her and she cums with my fingers inside her. I can feel her pulsating cunt. She then tries to get my fingers out of her… but I don’t let her. I devilishly smirk at her, brush her clit a bit and she twitches and whines cuz it’s too sensitive. “Baby, we’re just getting started” as I start thrusting my fingers inside her, then proceed to fuck her into another cosmic orgasm, again.
I want you to sit on my lap like a good girl, keep those legs spread whilst I finger you in front of the mirror. Tease that pretty cunt of yours and make you beg to cum, but oh no darling, it won’t be that easy, I want to edge you until you’re a mess, whining and crying just to have your little orgasm, such a whiny pathetic bunny you are for me hmm
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Obsessed with the idea of the bodily fluids(blood, cum, saliva, etc) of incubi/succubi being addictive to keep their food sources coming back to them for more and I'm constantly wishing for a huge incubus to seduce and rail me, get me addicted to their cum, and decide to keep me as a pet so they can use me as a fucktoy and feed on my sexual energy whenever they like and reward me with another fix of their cum when they do so
And like. Making me keep a Lush inside me all the time so they can fuck with the settings and have me wet and needy and ready to take their cock or fingers or tongue and feed them at a moment's notice? Please?
And if I misbehave they might punish me by strapping me onto a fucking machine with a vibrator on my clit and having their fill of me until they're satisfied without even touching me or letting me have a dose of their cum so I'll be desperate enough for it that I'm willing to behave and I'll be begging for it and promising to be good
Warnings: mfm threesome, monster smut, blow jobs, p in v sex, anal sex, voyeurism, barely a hint of plot but we'll get there, facial, cunnilingus, teratophilia, a little bit of blood, non-con elements if you squint, NC-17!!!! TUMBLR DOES NOT POST IT IF I TAG IT AS SUCH, SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!
Author's Note: Chapter 3- the much awaited threesome between you, a werewolf, and a minotaur. Below the cut is a whole mess of monster smut- if you have no interest in this, please don't torture yourself by reading it. Head's up- this goes straight into the smut. There is no preamble- it is a direct continuation of the previous chapter!
Golden eyes take in your bare form where you're settled on the minotaur's cock.
Black eyes drift down to memorize the way you're stuffed full, impaled on a reddish-pink member that should be too big for you to take.
The werewolf and the minotaur cannot keep their eyes off of you.
You feel weightless, as though the only thing keeping you from floating straight up to the stone ceiling is the heavy dick settled inside of you like an anchor. When the werewolf takes a step towards you, your insides clench in anticipation. The minotaur grunts in response and you feel his member twitch, making you whine.
Suddenly, you're lifted off the desk by one muscular arm entwining under your breasts and the opposite hand gripping the underside of your thigh. You cry out and flail, arms thrown backwards to find something to hold on to as the minotaur turns towards the fire. One hand finds the base of his left horn while the other clutches at the coarse fur of his neck. He stomps over to the enormous white rug; you hear the long claws of the werewolf's feet clicking against the stone as he follows. You aren't sure how any of this is going to work- you aren't sure how you still have the energy to continue this insane, taboo tryst.
But your arousal only seems to be growing the more the night wears on and you feel helpless to stop it. At this point… you don't want to. You've never felt so alive, so fluid, so open and hot and ready and eager. And certainly never for anything other than humans.
That same tug from before pulls at your mind. You gaze at the wall opposite you, take in the dusty tomes and scrolls that fill the rocky shelves; the minotaur said he'd been asleep for one hundred years. 100 years. Woke up two weeks ago.
First willing woman to fuck-
The bull-man lifts you suddenly and you cry out as his erection slips free of you. Instantly, the cum bursts out of you. The barrier of his cock gone, the dam floods and milky white, creamy sperm streams out steadily from your gaping pussy and on to the pretty white fur below the minotaur's hoofs. You groan at the loss and the feeling of being emptied and the anticipation of being filled again to replace the impressive load that's just escaped you- that's still escaping you.
The minotaur lowers you carefully to your feet and you turn on trembling legs to face him as he kneels before you. Your hands shoot out to grip his horns to steady yourself, not trusting your aching legs to keep you upright.
"You did so well, little one," the creature tells you proudly. His praise has you smiling bashfully. "Now," he continues, mouth moving strangely around the words, "let me clean you, and you do the same for me."
You pause for a moment, unsure of how to do as he’s requested. The size difference will make any attempt at sixty-nining the traditional way… difficult. The werewolf steps into the firelight, onto the rug behind the minotaur, and stares at you. You bite your lip, finding it difficult to take your eyes from his.
But then the minotaur is sitting, tail swishing behind him lazily as he does so. He spreads his legs wide and you let go of his horns to step over his thighs as he does so, leaving you straddling him as he gets comfortable. His oversized hands come up to grab your hips and you look down to see a peaceful gaze in return. You relax and smile. "What do I do?" You ask softly.
"Turn around, darling."
You do so as he reclines. His hands guide you backwards so that you're standing over his chest. Small amounts of cum still drip out of you and land on his broad pectorals. He doesn't seem to mind.
You feel his head raising just enough for his snout to press against you and you bend over as you realize what to do. No, this was most definitely not traditional. But hopefully it will be effective.
You bend in half over him, upper body horizontal with his, and you grab onto his hardened member to keep yourself steady. His cock twitches near your mouth. It's puffy and swollen and pretty in color, with veins running along it and cum still leaking out of the tip. You hesitate before you open your mouth and descend on it. You aren't sure how far you can take it in your mouth, but you want to try.
The minotaur huffs out against your pussy, making you clench around nothing. You moan as the taste of the bull's cum saturates your tongue. You open your mouth wider, straighten your neck and work your tongue against the broad tip of him. You bob your head slowly, letting your saliva collect and dribble down as you take in the first inch or so of his large member. It’s so good. You don’t know how it tastes so good, but you feel like a glutton, salivating and groaning as you take him further and further in your mouth.
The minotaur grunts in approval and before you can prepare yourself, his long tongue is licking up your cunt. He swirls it around your clit, making you hum in pleasure around his cock. It causes him to hum in return, the vibrations of his deep voice settling in your core. There’s a motion from behind you and you look up as you pull up on the minotaur’s cock, keeping your lips wrapped around the head. You blink up at the werewolf standing above you, straddling the minotaur’s thighs so that he can be near you.
The werewolf is erect. His cock twitches near your face. Suddenly, you feel bold. Knowing these monsters are about to fuck you gives you a kind of high you’ve never experienced. Keeping your gaze on the werewolf, you descend slowly on the bull cock, hollowing out your cheeks as you do so, moaning loudly. The werewolf’s lips pull back in a snarl, though he doesn’t make a move to stop you. He waits patiently as you work even more of the dick down your throat. You have to take your eyes off him then as you adjust your head so that you can swallow down more.
The minotaur pulls back briefly and chuckles.
“You’d better pay attention to your pet, little one.”
Then he buries his tongue inside of you. You shriek around his erection, ass pushing towards his mouth automatically. Oh gods, it’s so good. He could fuck with you nothing but his tongue and you think you’d die happy. You push and push and push and before you realize it, you’re thrusting against his snouted mouth as he curls his tongue inside of you and eats you out. He makes small grunts and moans as he does so, as though he’s actually enjoying a full-course meal and not the glistening wet hole of your pussy. Your legs begin to tremble and you work your mouth faster around his cock.
You know he told you to pay attention to the werewolf, but a small part of you likes teasing him, even if it is a very dangerous thing to do. The minotaur is so huge, you can’t get more than half of him in your mouth. He doesn’t seem bothered by it, but you feel a little bad. You work your hands up and down the part of the shaft that your mouth can’t reach, using the saliva that has dripped down to help lubricate and make the motion smoother.
The minotaur pulls back with a loud groan and a pant. “Gorgeous woman, if you keep that up, I’ll blow my load in your pretty mouth. Is that what you want?” His hands that had been gripping your hips move and you feel an oversized hand smack your ass roughly. You scream as you bob your head, tears forming in your eyes. You want to tell him “yes” but you don’t want to take your mouth off of him. Instead you thrust against nothing, missing the feeling of his mouth against your sex. You whimper around him, twisting your hands around the base of his cock. You let go with one hand and trail towards his balls instead. They’re huge and slightly furry and you massage them as you suck him off.
Please, you think desperately. Please cum in my mouth. I want you in me.
He slaps your ass again, making you flinch and cry out around him.
The werewolf is growling steadily above you. His clawed hand shoots out suddenly and grips the hair at the base of your skull. You expect him to pull you off. Instead, he puts pressure on your head, forces you down. You gag, bits of drool spitting around the cock. He guides your head, makes you blow the minotaur as he watches.
You feel yourself approaching your orgasm without any stimulation from below. You moan, long and deep while the werewolf increases the speed. Just as you feel yourself about to cum, the werewolf yanks. Your mouth is ripped from the minotaur’s cock and before you can process it, the werewolf is shoving his member down your throat. You gag, throat bulging and hand coming up from the minotaur’s testicles to grip the werewolf’s thigh as you struggle. He isn’t patient anymore. He thrusts quickly, the bulbous base hitting your chin each time. Saliva flies out with the actions. You think some may be dripping out from every orifice of you, but you’re too far gone to care.
The minotaur unfurls his long tongue in you once more, prodding and swirling. Your hips buck and you bounce spasmodically against the bull's face. Claws begin to break the skin on your scalp and the shock of pain has you jerking back. But the werewolf keeps hold, snarling and huffing as he fucks into your face. A jolt of fear finally zips through you, a bit of clarity poking through the haze of lust that has consumed you all night.
These were monsters- creatures that haunted your worst nightmares; they were cursed beasts, deadly beings that killed, maimed, destroyed-
And you were fucking them.
Or rather, they were fucking you.
Your body shudders and aches from your position hovering over the minotaur and your neck is beginning to twinge with the pressure the werewolf is putting on it.
Any hint of intelligence in the wolf's golden eyes has vanished, replaced with the animalistic instinct that's taking over. He braces one clawed foot on the minotaur's thigh, giving himself a better angle at which to pound down your throat. You gag and gasp and it's hard to breathe, but with the wet tongue lapping at you, the discomfort turns heady and good, and you think you're going to cum.
One clawed hand leaves your scalp. You catch the coppery scent of blood as he moves his monstrous paw down to clutch your throat. He squeezes and you see white dotting prettily at the edge of your vision. You moan as he thrusts; it comes out strangled and raspy and muted from the dick stuffed in your throat.
The werewolf growls, then suddenly stiffens. He throws his head back and howls, the sound echoing against the damp walls of the hidden library and pounding loudly against your skull. There's a wave of warmth down your throat that overcomes you so quickly that you gag and your reflexes have the werewolf’s cum dribbling out around his twitching member. It floods your mouth, sneaks into your sinus cavity as you choke on it. You pull off with a wet gasp, releasing the wolf's thigh to wipe hurriedly at your nose and mouth. It's everywhere; the werewolf's seed coats your mouth and chin and upper lip in a disgustingly delicious way.
The pressure on your head lifts and the werewolf pulls back. You see pinpricks of red at the tips of his claws, shiny in the firelight. You gasp again, struggling to catch your breath. The minotaur continues to lick your cunt, though he's methodically slow in his attention. You shiver, rolling your hips against him, feeling his wet snout on your ass cheeks.
You wipe your face. When you pull your hand back, thick, creamy cum spiderwebs between your fingers. You choke out a moan before peering up at the werewolf still hovering over you. He stares down and you see the command in his eyes; you bring your hand up to your mouth, keeping your eyes trained on him as you lick a stripe up your palm. The cum collects on your tongue; you keep your mouth open for the werewolf to see when you bring your hand down.
Something flashes in his eyes, something nearly human-
You close your mouth and swallow, letting your eyes flutter shut as you savor the taste of him. He tastes different than the minotaur had, but you aren't sure if it's good or bad.
You work yourself against the minotaur's tongue in time with his licks and thrusts. It's slow and sensual, almost like a dance with you bent over his impressive tongue as he cleans you out. His meaty hands are gripping your thighs, pushing and pulling as you move with him.
He pulls back after a moment, panting. You whimper. You were so close-
"Cum against my tongue little one, and I'll do the same for you," he states in his booming voice. You glance over your shoulder to look back at him. The sight of the bull's face shocks you- for a moment you'd almost forgotten…
You nod before turning your attention back to his member where it pulses near your face. You lower yourself to him again, feeling the werewolf shift his stance above you.
You open your mouth wide, ignoring the ache of having done so for so long already and descend on the dick before you. The tastes on your tongue mingle and a moan hitches in your throat. You may become addicted to this. You work yourself up and down, keeping your tongue flat against the length of him. Gods, he's so big; you suck at the fat cock eagerly, slurping and moaning as you let your saliva once again pool around him. It drips down as you move, trailing along the reddish skin and accumulating in a puddle.
He grunts, a large burst of air hitting your pulsating cunt. You gurgle out a moan of pleasure.
"Darling woman, you're doing so well," he trails off with a moan. Hearing his praise makes your back arch and you go back to using both hands to work the base of his cock that's impossible to reach. It's wet and sticky, hot and cold at the same time.
He grunts again before burying his face in your cunt and thrusting his tongue into you. The two of you work at each other, moving quicker and quicker as you each approach your climaxes. The wolf stands above you, one elongated foot still braced atop the minotaur's thigh, and he begins to pleasure himself near your bobbing head.
Your body begins to hum in delight. There's something about knowing that makes the situation especially erotic; knowing the fearsome werewolf is jerking off near your face, knowing the cursed minotaur is about to cum in your mouth, knowing both creatures are drunk on you.
Your orgasm tumbles through you, pulling at your nerves and splitting you apart. You falter around the minotaur as you give a thick, wet cry around him, hips jerking and rolling as you chase the feeling. His tongue doesn't stop- he drinks up your release, grunting as he does so.
His deep voice catches and then-
And then cum shoots to the back of your throat, surprising you. You retract your mouth, hands rubbing and pulling at his thick member as strand after strand of cum explodes out of the tip. It lands against your mouth and coats your nose and drips down your throat, but you keep going, keep jerking him off, knowing he isn't finished. Seeing it happen, feeling the heat of his orgasm as he coats you in his release has you whimpering as a terrible longing ache spreads in your chest.
You almost hate to waste it... His cock twitches, smaller and smaller bursts of semen ejaculating until finally he's finished and the remnants are dribbling down his shaft. You dip down without thinking, tongue slipping between your lips to gather up the thick cum slipping down his cock. You swirl it on your tongue before you swallow it down with a soft gasp. So much, so much- your belly is so full of cum now, in every way.
The minotaur grunts, his thick hands squeezing your hips.
"Let me see your face, pretty maiden."
You straighten, careful to avoid the werewolf as he continues fucking his furry hand above you. You stand on trembling legs and, with great effort, lift yourself off the minotaur to stand shakily beside him. You look down at him, panting and trembling, a mask of cum dripping slowly down your face.
The minotaur sits up with a grunt, kicking his leg out from under the werewolf. The wolf stumbles and snarls in warning, taking a step back and releasing his pulsing cock.
The minotaur ignores him and reaches his hand out to you where he still sits on the luxurious rug. You move to him automatically and his hand wraps around your waist. He pulls you on top of him again, adjusting you easily in his lap. His member presses against your slick folds, but he doesn't move.
"You wear my seed well, little one. Like a badge of honor. Tell me, how did it feel to have our cocks in your mouth?"
You blink slowly, feeling sluggish and warm. Shyness creeps up on you and you look at his chest to avoid his black eyes. "I-It was… I… liked it," you finish lamely. Heat erupts in your cheeks then as embarrassment makes itself known.
He hums thoughtfully.
"Would you like us in you at the same time, little one? Do you think your pretty body can handle it?"
You look up at him in shock then, a new kind of heat sparking in your belly.
Both of them…
No longer letting one watch, but both of them inside of you?
"Yes," you whisper as more cum drips from your chin. "Please."
The minotaur's hold tightens on your waist and he eases you down. You gasp and clench at the intrusion, before forcing yourself to relax. He thrusts slowly and brings you down carefully, easing himself into you further and further each time. He moans when you're halfway down, pausing for a moment. His hands drift down to clutch at your ass, thick fingers digging into your backside and spreading you.
You whimper when the air hits your puckered hole.
"You won't break, will you, woman?"
You shake your head, bits of cum flying off with the motion. It's quickly drying against your face, making your lashes stick together. "N-No!" You gasp out, hips rocking against his tight grip. He won't let you move further.
"No, you are strong," he agrees. The sudden, assured statement has you freezing. Gratitude and pride surges through you, makes your knees go weak and your pussy flutters with his sweet words. Strong…
He shoves you down suddenly.
You scream, the sound bouncing off the walls and hitting you full force as pain shoots up your cunt and settles in your bones. The minotaur grunts as he begins bouncing you on his cock, your walls dragging against his thick member. It hurts, it hurts, it… hurts…
No.
The friction is soothing the pain. The slick between your legs begins to coat his cock and soon you're riding him without his assistance. You bounce on him, leaning forward to grab his horns for balance. Once you take the weight off your upper body, you can focus on increasing your speed below.
He keeps your cheeks spread as you gyrate and grind against him. Once you find a good rhythm, you jounce enthusiastically atop his gigantic monster cock. It punches a keening sound from you each time. The outline of the minotaur's dick is visible as it pumps into you.
You keep moving, a steady thrumming against your core as you ride the monster.
He holds you down suddenly, refusing to let you move. You whine and roll your hips. The way he fills you is overwhelming.
"Hold still, little one. Unless you want that mutt to rip you apart."
You freeze at his words, eyes widening.
The presence at your back makes you shiver. You glance back in time to see the werewolf bend over you. You arch, gripping the minotaur's horns tight when you feel the bulbous member pressing against your ass.
The werewolf folds himself over you, claws digging into your sides, and he begins to insert himself into your asshole. A squeal of discomfort slips out and the wolf's claws dig into you in warning. You tremble, struggling to stay still. The minotaur is chuckling beneath you, apparently amused by your discomfort.
"Shall I distract you, little one?"
Before you can answer, he's flicking his tongue against your left nipple. You clench around him at the feeling, a moan curling in your throat. He swirls his tongue around your nipple, playing with the hardened peak and panting against you as he works.
The werewolf grabs your head with one hand, claws tangling in your hair as he jerks your head back. His hips surge forward and the pain that blossoms through your backside trails up your spine and has you screeching. The intrusion is too much and not even the minotaur's tongue can take away from it. You feel the bulb at the base of the werewolf's cock pressing into your already widened hole and you flinch away from him; his hand in your hair keeps you from going far. Tears prick at your eyes automatically and the weight of your situation comes slamming down on you.
You don't know what you're doing.
The werewolf pulls back and the sting of it has you crying out, voice choked from the angle that he holds your head. He surges forward then, making you scream. He repeats the process, pull out, thrust in, pull out, thrust in and after a few times the ache gives way to a burning pleasure. He fills you in a way you've never felt before. Your choked sobs turn into wet moans the longer the werewolf continues to fuck your ass.
The minotaur grunts and begins to pull out as the werewolf pushes in. You give a shrill whine until you realize he's pushing back in as the wolf pulls out. They're taking turns. The discomfort ebbs and once they find a steady pace, your body begins to sing in delight.
The werewolf is at your ear, snarling and huffing, gnashing his teeth dangerously close to your exposed neck. You keep hold of the minotaur's horns. The minotaur is back to licking at your chest, tongue lapping at your nipples appreciatively. They thrust and pound, and fuck you raw, taking their turns. The steady pace begins to increase, the werewolf's hips snapping quicker and quicker.
Soon, he's no longer waiting for the minotaur and he's digging his claws in again, drawing blood. You give a keening cry at the pain and pleasure of it. The werewolf growls deep in his chest while he presses his furry body against your back. You feel the bulbous base hitting your ass over and over, so fast that it's almost as if there's no time between thrusts.
A new wave of pleasure rolls over you as he hits something deep and your voice grows in time with your building orgasm. Not to be outdone, the minotaur increases his pace as well, abandoning your chest. No longer gentle, the bull man grunts and groans as he thrusts up into your clutch, cock throbbing and ready to blow.
"I knew you wouldn't break," he boasts. "I knew you could take us both, little one."
You sob at his words, orgasm approaching as his deep voice washes over you.
"I wish I could freeze this moment in time; see you like this for all eternity. Stuffed full and dripping with our cum. You're so full of us, drenched in our essence. How will you ever go back to what you were before?" He gives a punctuated laugh then, panting as he impales you repeatedly. There's something rather cruel about his comment, but it's true enough that you can't be offended. How will you go back..?
"Will you seek me out when you need your pleasure? I promise I'll give it to you. I'll give you whatever you desire, precious one." His thrusts grow sloppy. "I'll fill that pretty cunt as many times as you wish. I'll spray my seed on you, I'll cum down your throat- I'll do it all." He huffs against your chest.
"Cum on my cock, beautiful. Soak my dick. I know you want to. I know how much you like your pet taking you from behind." You clench around the minotaur as he speaks, close to coming undone.
"Such a dirty woman, letting two cursed beasts fuck your holes at the same time." Your breath hitches.
"Letting that filthy werewolf cum down your throat and fuck your asshole- you'll let him do anything, won't you?" Your body begins to tense, heart beating in time with their rapid thrusts. The werewolf's growls grow deeper and longer, his claws scraping down your hip and ripping through the skin of your backside just as the minotaur moves his hand aside.
"Take my load, sweet woman. I want you coated in me, inside and out. Let that mutt cum in your ass. I'm sure he'd clean you up." The image of the werewolf with his snout between your cheeks, licking cum out of your asshole has you screeching and your long-approaching orgasm rolls over you, rocking you against them as you scream in ecstasy.
The wolf growls and stills as you squeeze around his cock. He cums suddenly, rope after rope of liquid heat filling you as his dick twitches inside of your ass. The minotaur grunts, still bouncing you despite the tight hold you have around him.
"That's it, darling. Cum on my cock."
You groan as your orgasm begins to fade, whimper when the wolf doesn't pull out and the minotaur keeps fucking you. The minotaur grunts as he continues. "Such a nice cunt. Perfect, tight, wet for me-" he begins to groan in between words, black eyes focusing on your bouncing tits. "Beautiful, sweet queen of monsters. We'll bow before you, lick you, please you, fuck you as often as you want. Perfect," he moans. "Perfect-"
Your heart leaps at his words, just as he freezes beneath you. His horns are ripped from your hands as he throws his head back, roaring as he cums. It shoots up inside of you, making you moan. It's hot and generous, filling you up to the point of overflowing once again.
The familiar swell of your lower belly greets your sight as you peer down. The minotaur's cock pumps a few more times, spitting out the last of his seed into your overfilled womb.
Distantly you wonder if you can become pregnant from this.
The three of you stay still on top of each other, panting, slick with sweat. The wolf's furry chest is still pressed against you, and your hands are splayed across the minotaur's chest where they'd landed to keep you upright as he'd cum. Your body is too warm and it makes you dizzy.
Finally, the werewolf lets you go and the relief from his claws has you sighing. He pulls out slowly and you whimper and twitch when he's finally free. You can feel his cum seeping out of you and you lower your head, embarrassed. You wiggle, working yourself carefully off the minotaur. His hands come up and grip your hips, helping to lift you off of him.
Feeling weak and tired, you collapse on his chest, mumbling a shaky apology. Your arms are limp with exhaustion and you can't hold yourself up.
There's a large hand on your head then, giving a comforting pat. "Do not apologize, dear one. You did well. The mutt must leave, but you can stay and rest as long as you need."
You lift your head weakly, eyebrows pulled up in worry. How can you say you don't want the werewolf to leave?
The clicking of claws on the floor draws your attention to the werewolf. He's making his way slowly to the entrance.
"W-Wait!" You call out meekly, trying to push yourself up.
The wolf halts, furry back hunched. He turns to look at you slowly, yellow eyes gleaming. You struggle for a moment, pushing your chest off of the minotaur's. "Please… please don't leave," you mutter anxiously.
The minotaur snorts in disbelief. "The werewolf will always leave, sweet woman. It is his nature."
You glance down at him, hurt, then look back up to find the werewolf gone.
You hear the door to the entrance shuts, muffled in the distance, and your heart falls.
Your meeting with the werewolf comes to an abrupt end when a supposedly extinct minotaur arrives- and carries you off to his underground library.
Pairing: Minotaur x F!Reader
Word Count: 4.5K
Rated: M! 18+ ONLY! NSFW!
Warnings: Minotaur sex, size kink, monster sex, p in v sex, voyeurism, dirty talk, smut, smut, smut.
*Author's Note: Guys, there's some monster smut here. Don't read it if you ain't into it. Tumblr won't let me tag NSFW, so here's the warning once again: NSFW.
The cool breeze caresses your heated skin.
The werewolf that had just claimed you lowers to all fours, snarling at the mystery behind the brush.
Now that there isn’t a monster cock pounding into you, you can feel the vibrations in the ground as something large makes its way towards you.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Fear begins to grip your throat and you push yourself up with a wince. The milky deposit from the werewolf squelches out of you as you shift and you groan as the warmth seeps out. You begin to shiver as the cold air hits the sweat coating your skin. You stand on trembling legs, cum slipping out of you in rivulets and dripping onto the grass between your bare feet. Vaguely you wonder when your shoes had come off during your time with the werewolf. Not that it mattered- it’s not like you can walk home in the dress hanging in tatters from your shoulders.
Still, you’re unsure what to do. The vibrations in the ground are growing louder and when you glance over your shoulder, you see the home the party was taking place in; it’s quiet and dark and you wonder what happened to your comrades. Perhaps called off to the next battle? But no, it’s so late and there were no messengers out this far- that’s why they chose the place.
The wolf’s snarling grows louder and suddenly, he rears back on his hind legs and howls at the moon, calling your attention back to the beast before you. You take a step back, heart racing, and place a shaking hand to the side of your flushed cheek. Reality starts to peek through the fog of arousal and you shake your head against it, feeling torn.
What was happening?
The vibrations in the ground are pulsating so greatly the trees are shaking. You nearly lose your balance before you throw your arms out and brace yourself.
The leaves shudder in the trees and the werewolf takes a step back, snarling.
Through the darkness, two curved horns emerge first through the foliage. You think for a moment it’s an animal that’s escaped from a nearby farm, perhaps. A very, very large... bull?
You crane your neck back to look up at the beast that emerges.
The head of a bull stares down at you, but it’s disfigured in a way that makes it almost human. Your mind blanks for a moment as you take in the broad, sun-kissed body of an incredibly large man before your gaze drifts down. Where you expect thick thighs and a decent sized appendage dangling between them, you instead see coarse, reddish-brown fur on the hind legs of a bull sticking out beneath a thin loincloth. Something swishes from behind him and you’re shocked to see a thin tail swinging around with a tuft of dark fur at the end.
Your mind scrambles for a moment to catch up to what you’re seeing.
It’s a minotaur.
But, you think, feeling both panicked and fascinated. Minotaurs were supposed to be extinct. This shouldn’t be possible.
Your mind races and you tremble again as a breeze rolls through. The minotaur gives a snort as your scent hits him and movement from below your line of vision has your gaze darting down. The loincloth twitches and your eyes widen as you watch the bull-man become erect.
There’s movement to your right; suddenly, the werewolf that just fucked you dumb is standing in front of you as though…
As though he were protecting you.
You’re touched by the notion, but confused. Sure werewolves were territorial, but they also knew when to avoid fights if they weren’t with their packs. The fact that this one hadn’t scampered off the moment the much-larger minotaur stepped through the trees has your mind spinning with the implications.
With a tremor in your hand, you reach out hesitantly. When your hand lands on the furry shoulder of the wolf before you, it turns its head so quickly to look at you that you flinch back. Clearly, everything you knew about werewolves was wrong- he wasn’t trying to devour you, he wasn’t running.
You glance up at the night sky. The grey clouds skim over the glowing moon and true darkness settles over the three of you.
Something about this darkness feels wrong, but you feel dumb and overstimulated, and can't pinpoint why.
A pleasant hum settles in your lower belly, and you shake your head once more, closing your eyes against the sudden contrasting feelings. Warmth sparks in you as you open your eyes to peer at the two monsters before you; the werewolf reared back on its hind legs, the minotaur standing tall- both aroused, both sniffing the air before turning to look at you.
Want pulses through you and a small whimper unfurls in your throat.
The minotaur takes a heavy step towards you, grass crunching beneath his hoof. Your gaze lands on the loincloth, which is doing nothing at concealing the creature's erect member. It sticks straight out, the cloth laying atop it though it trembles and slips off the side when the minotaur takes another step towards you.
The werewolf growls in warning, though you can see its golden eyes darting between the approaching monster and yourself; almost as though he can't stay focused on his enemy.
Your own focus is on the pulsing, pink-red cock of the minotaur. You cannot stop staring. It's huge, much larger than the werewolf's, and you wonder how you'll take it. Images flash in your mind as you picture sinking down onto him and your hand drifts down your front, skimming over your breasts, stomach, and searching out the sticky mess of your cunt. You touch yourself and gasp, breath catching in your throat at the slick you feel between your legs.
You thought you were spent when the wolf finished with you. But now you feel revitalized and eager, and the minotaur is right there-
"Do you want my cock, little one?"
You startle at the baritone voice that washes over you and it takes you a moment to realize it was the minotaur that spoke. You peer up at him, gazing into his black eyes.
You don't think he means any harm.
There's a question in the back of your mind, prickling at your senses, but it's overwhelmed by arousal and the need to take more cock.
"Yes," you choke out as you dip two fingers into the warm wetness of your pussy. "Please, yes."
The minotaur moves swiftly for someone so big. He approaches, ignoring the werewolf that lunges at him; he sidesteps so the wolf goes skidding where he'd been standing a moment before.
Before you realize what's happening, the minotaur is bending; he scoops you up, tossing you over his broad shoulder so you're looking down at his long, swishing tail. You cry out, fumbling to straighten yourself automatically. A large hand smacks suddenly against your backside, the sting of the hit causing you to squeal. He keeps his enlarged fingers clutched against your thigh, holding you against him so you don't go careening over his back.
The minotaur turns and you get a little dizzy with the motion as you watch the ground move under you. He begins to walk back the way he'd come and the werewolf growls, golden eyes watching yours as the minotaur stomps away with you over his shoulder.
Again, you're struck by the intelligence you see there. You wonder why this werewolf is so different from what you've heard about its kind. This one seemed so… human.
Your thoughts stutter to a halt when you feel the minotaur reach up with the hand that had smacked your ass; his fingers find your exposed vulva and he inserts them almost casually, digging into the cum-soaked walls and thrusting slowly.
"You stink of mutt, little one," says the minotaur in his deep voice.
You cry out when he inserts another finger, arching up and clawing against his back as you struggle to steady yourself against his moving fingers.
"Do not worry. I can remedy that."
You work your hips against his hand, desperate to feel more inside you, but the minotaur doesn't seem to care to move any faster. He keeps the pace steady, inserting and withdrawing his fingers as he walks further into the forest. Your feet dangle down his front, toes skimming the base of his cock. He huffs out a puff of air through his nostrils, a groan rumbling in his chest.
You whimper in response, not liking that your ass is bouncing from his heavy steps and not from him slamming into you. You lift your head to look at the trail of pressed down leaves and grass he's leaving in his wake- it's completely dark in the trees, save for two yellow eyes peering at you from a distance.
Something chokes you, makes you groan and cry as you watch the werewolf glare at the minotaur shoving his fingers into you. You want him to watch, or join, but the wolf is keeping his distance.
Suddenly, there's a heavy sound of rocks and wood, shifting and scraping. You try to look back, but all that does is pull a muscle in your neck. The minotaur's fingers leave you for a moment and the absence stings. His hand squeezes your thigh and he grunts as he begins to descend down stone steps. You watch the werewolf step out from behind a nearby tree.
His eyes glow as he watches you disappear down into the ancient underground entrance the minotaur has brought you to. You swallow as you peer up at him, hand reaching out for the cursed wolf before you realize what you're doing.
The heavy wooden doors close on their own and the werewolf disappears from your view.
Torches are alight in the damp stone hallway the creature takes you down. His hooves click loudly against the floor. You glance around as well as you can from your position, arms growing numb as your blood circulation slows. The hallway the stairs led you down was dark and humid, with torches set in sconces every few feet; it is wide enough for at least three of the beasts to walk side by side in, but your minotaur walks directly down the middle of the path, huffing the further he carries you.
You wonder vaguely why he's carrying you at all when you're perfectly capable of walking, when his free hand comes up and kneads your ass cheek suddenly. You melt as his middle finger inches closer to your folds, but wince and gasp when he abruptly swats at you again. You wiggle in his hold. "Please," you whisper. You aren't sure what you're asking for but he seems to know.
"Do you like it when I do that?" He seems amused as he asks the question. The minotaur gives another experimental slap, making you bounce against him with a groan. It stings but the closeness of his palm to your weeping cunt has you sobbing with need. "Yes," you tell him, breathless and arching. "Yes, I like when you do that!" Perhaps if you tell him as much, he'll be willing to do it more.
He chuckles and the sound is surprisingly human. The short fur of his thick neck rubs against your side as a coarse reminder that he is anything but. Something about that makes it even more delicious.
The humid air grows cooler and based on the echoes of his hooves against the ground, the hallway has led to a wider space. The further in he takes you reveals more to your limited sight.
When you notice high shelves built into the stone walls of the circular room filled with old tomes, you gasp. Books fill every inch of the walls you can see; it's an underground library. High up, close to the ceiling, clear panes of glass let in the moonlight peeking through the clouds and treetops.
The minotaur stops and before you can prepare yourself, he's pulling you from over his shoulder. Legs and arms numb and tingly from being slung over his shoulder, you wobble on your feet. It takes you a moment to realize the ground below you isn't the cold stone you expected, but a soft, thick fur. You glance down and are surprised to see a humongous white fur pelt laid out. There's light flickering behind you, casting shadows on the rug. You turn and see a fireplace, big enough for a person to step into comfortably.
You take in the room quickly. A large desk, made for something larger than a man, sits further in the room with a perfect view looking directly out of one of the high windows. You feel strange being underground, looking up and seeing grass lining the bottom sill of the window. Moonlight filters through dimly, landing on the large beast and outlining his still form as he observes you.
The chill from earlier quickly leaves you as you shuffle closer to the warmth radiating from the cackling flames in the fireplace. The shreds of your dress cling to your skin and the remnants of your favorite panties are still wrapped around one thigh. You shed them, pulling the once lacy fabric down your legs. The zipper at your back gets stuck and you huff as you try to maneuver it down.
Too-large hands replace yours and you jump when the zipper is yanked all the way down, ripping the remaining fabric. The dress falls from you.
The minotaur stands nearly a foot behind you, but his cock is so large it prods at your spine without him having to move closer. You tremble, feeling warm and ready; you turn to face the beast, eyes alight with eagerness.
"I've never seen a minotaur before," you prompt politely, gaze drifting down to the reddened member brushing against your belly.
"I awoke a fortnight ago from my slumber. I discovered that 100 years have passed. I do not know what woke me, but I will not pass up the chance to fuck the first willing woman I have found since I've risen. On your hands and knees, little one." The minotaur's mouth moves oddly over the words, but he's still easy to understand.
Something about his small explanation pulls at your mind, but you're so wet and warm that you can't be bothered to give it the focus it deserves.
Instead you obey, turning towards the fire and giving the creature your back. You lower yourself to your knees before bending forward, bracing your hands against the smoothness of the fur beneath you.
Your breathing picks up in anticipation.
You expect him to push his gorgeous member into you; what you do not expect is strong arms to wrap around your waist, hoisting your ass up to his face as he kneels behind you, nor the puffs of hot air against your exposed cunt as he breathes you in. Your upper body collapses and you scramble for a moment to find solid ground beneath your feet. Your body makes a V-shape with his actions and you whimper when his inhale leaves you cold. "Have you been fucked by anyone but the mutt?" His words reverberate through you.
You shake your head as best you can with your cheek pressed into the fur, feeling a little dizzy. "N-No, not… not recently. Only… only humans before." You aren't sure if that's something he wanted to know, but best to be upfront with the sentient, well-spoken monster, right?
He hums thoughtfully. Then, he leans his snout into you and licks up your cunt. You cry out in surprise, hips bucking towards the tongue swiping at you. His tongue is hot and flat as he laps at your swollen folds. A deep growl rumbles in his throat, pulses against your heated pussy as he curls his tongue inside of you. You writhe, mouth open as your upper body is pressed into the fur beneath you. His tongue- it’s so long. It reaches deep into you effortlessly, swirling inside of you, pressing against your walls as though feeling its way around.
Your eyes roll back in your head.
The minotaur eats you out, snout huffing out hot bursts of air against your perineum. Your voice trills in time with his thrusting tongue, raising in pitch as wanton fire courses through you. Your temple becomes damp with sweat against the fur, your toes begin to curl. All the while, the beast never lets up. Your voice hits a pitch you didn’t know you were capable of, and suddenly you’re howling and gushing around the bull’s tongue as it prods inside of you, its taste buds brushing against something deep and forbidden in your body.
The minotaur groans aggressively and drinks your arousal down, keeping his snout shoved against you. You tremble and cry when he continues licking, though his tongue is no longer shoved inside of you. Instead, the appendage flutters against your pulsing cunt. The stimulation quickly becomes too much and you shriek, legs flailing and body jerking away from the bullish face worshiping your soaked slit.
He hums in delight, releasing you carefully at your unspoken need for pause. You lay face down on the fur, twitching with the aftermath of your orgasm. Your toes are pleasantly numb. Behind you, the minotaur moves away. You hear the scrape of something across the floor. Before you can raise yourself enough to peer over your shoulder, the minotaur has strode back over to you. He lifts you easily in his arms, though the action has you scrambling; you throw your arms around his broad, furry neck, chest still heaving from his earlier attention to your body.
He walks you over to the desk and deposits you there gently. The wood groans beneath your weight and you fear for a moment it won’t hold you despite its size. The minotaur doesn’t seem to be worried though. He positions you oddly atop the workspace; your body is flat against the surface, breasts pressing into the wood uncomfortably, but your knees are pulled up on either side of you, leaving only your toes, backside and cunt hanging precariously over the edge. You grip the other side of the desktop, having to reach your arms all the way out just to curl your fingers around the opposite edge.
You don’t have time to question or think or prepare- the pretty pink cock you’d been waiting for is pressing into you suddenly.
You gasp and whine at the intrusion. He is… so big. So big. Just the tip pressing against you and already you wonder how this will work, wonder if he’ll rip you apart.
He growls, the sound so different from the werewolf before; it comes from deep in his chest and bellows out of him, baritone and bell-like all at once. You arch into the desk as he begins to slide in. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, walls squeezing around the thickness of his tip. He pulls out briefly, then eases back in. He does so a few times, setting an easy pace, but pressing a little further each time.
You are grateful.
He’s being surprisingly tender with you. Perhaps he’s scared he’ll break you- you can’t say you’re entirely unconcerned about that.
You think he's got to be almost in by now. You lift your top half, arch, and crane back to look. A gasp sticks in your throat.
He's only….
He's halfway in.
A moan blooms in your throat at the sight of the wide appendage throbbing, only half encased in your heat with so much more to go. You see the veins crawling along the reddish member, watch as they throb with the blood pumping through them.
"You take my cock well, little one," grunts the minotaur.
You preen under his praise, cheeks burning with pride.
"How much more can you take?" He huffs, voice tight with barely-there restraint. He presses in and the feeling of being spread further makes your mouth fall open around a shrill cry.
Your fingers dig into the wood beneath you, desperate to claw as you fight the urge to pull away. It's painful, but good; forbidden and taboo and delightfully wrong. You want more. You gasp it out, your voice sounding far away to your own ears.
The minotaur's heavy breath hit your back as he curls over you and then he thrusts-
You shriek, back arching up as you throw your head back.
"I'm not done," he murmurs, and the sound is so human that for a moment you forget that it's a creature fucking you and not a man.
You let out a choked sob, unsure if it's from pain or want.
"You can take it," he decides. It almost sounds boastful. He holds your hips down and slides into you, the base of his cock nearly there. He grunts out, sounding suddenly animalistic. "Pretty cunt- pretty snatch spreading open wide for me. What a good little woman you are. Letting me fuck you while your pet watches. Taking my big cock like a proper slut." He groans it all in your ear, snout pressing to your cheek as he holds you down and moves.
When he first pulls out, it's nearly all the way; just the tip sits inside of you and the gaping emptiness you feel is torture. But then he rolls his hips and soon you're screaming as he shoves his fat dick inside you once more, this time all the way. His balls hang heavy against your sex. You collapse forward, thighs trembling as you fight to hold still. It takes some effort to get used to having him in you. There's a slight sting on the outside, where he's stretched you farther than you've ever been before.
A bit of drool pools out of your mouth, settles into the wood of the desk where your cheek is pressed to it.
The minotaur pulls out again, then thrusts harshly, the force of it moving the entire desk against the ground. He does it again and again and again, moving quicker and deeper and snarling all the while.
"You." Thrust
"Are." Thrust
"MINE." Thrust
You sob in pleasure, the roughness of the wood scraping against your clit with his movements. "I'm yours," you agree readily. "I'm yours." You're so close.
Your agreement has him roaring and before you realize what he's doing, he's pulling you up. He keeps himself buried in you while he grabs your thighs and lifts- he has you suspended against him effortlessly, though you wrap an arm around his thick neck to keep your own balance. The beast spreads your legs wide and you look down.
You see him. Splitting you apart, buried inside of you. You're glistening.
The minotaur shifts and you watch in awe as more of his cock is revealed while he pulls out. Not all the way- never all the way. He thrusts back in with a sinful "squelch" and you let your head fall against his broad shoulder, a panting cry leaving you as you chest heaves.
The room that had seemed too cold before is suddenly sweltering. Sweat drips down your neck, trickles beneath your breasts, trails down your squashed tummy as the minotaur rails you standing up.
"Look at your pet, little one," he pants out.
Your gaze trails up and your stomach clenches when you see the piercing yellow eyes of the werewolf, gleaming through one of the windows high above. His words from before come back to you and you realize that your werewolf has been watching all along.
"Mmm, you like when he watches?"
You whimper, not sure how to respond.
"I can feel you clench around me. You like it, little slut. Do you want your pet to watch me fill you up? I'll get rid of any trace of him. You'll be leaking my cum for days, pretty darling."
You cry out, your muscles clenching in anticipation as your orgasm approaches. "Nnnn, yes! Please, please cum in me!" You cry out in pleasure when he shoves into you rapidly.
"That's it. Cum on my big monster cock. That's all you've wanted, isn't it? To feel me stretching you and ruining that pretty, tight pussy, hm?"
You nod, reaching down with your free hand suddenly to circle your clit. Your fingers give you the extra push you need and suddenly you're soaring in ecstasy. A keening cry rips from your throat and you shudder around the minotaur, thighs spasmodic as you cum harder than you ever have before.
The minotaur grunts and stills suddenly. And then…
A burst of white hot, sticky semen saturates your insides, balloons out your lower belly prettily as he cums and cums and cums. It lasts forever. He roars, throwing his bull-head back and you watch, feeling far away, as his balls shrink.
He gives you every last drop.
And only when he's satisfied that your belly is full of his seed does he walk forward and drop you carefully on the desk. You prop yourself up on shaking arms, ass and cunt still hanging off the edge as he'd positioned you before. He's still inside of you, still hard.
"You took my cock well, little one," the minotaur assures you, baritone voice smooth with affection. You feel his gargantuan hands run down your back, thumbs massaging along your spine. His hands drift and when he reaches your backside, he squeezes your cheeks playfully. You whimper and wiggle.
He hums thoughtfully. "It seems as though I'm not quite finished." As if to make his point, the cock in you twitches and you gasp. It feels as though there's no room left in you for him to move and yet you feel his member shifting inside of you amidst the mess he's made.
You glance up, your sweat-soaked skin quickly cooling in the underground, stone library. The wolf is gone and your heart pangs at his absence.
"I guess I need to improve on my spellwork," the minotaur growls. There's a soft clicking of nails on stone and you turn your head towards the sound, brain muddled and confused.
The werewolf stands at the entrance of the hallway, staring at you. Your heart quickens at the sight.
The minotaur grunts and shifts, making you gasp. "You really do want him- don't you, little one?"
The minotaur's question holds no vitriol, only curiosity. When you don't answer, he brings his hand down to smack your ass suddenly. You shriek at the sting it brings.
The werewolf snarls and steps forward.
The minotaur throws his head back and laughs; it's a big, booming sound that vibrates your entire body. "I feel your cunt tighten when you see him. I see the look on your face."
You feel yourself blushing at his words, but unable to deny them. You do feel… an odd connection with the dark wolf-man who'd taken you on the forest floor.
"Mm. Well then. Find a comfortable position, sweet woman, and we'll fuck you into rapture."
Your breath catches and you look at the werewolf, wide-eyed and disbelieving. Was this really happening?
The werewolf stalks forward and your heart jumps in response.
Yes. Yes this was really happening.
You were about to be fucked by a minotaur and a werewolf.
Warnings: Werewolf sex. Monster sex. P in V sex. Non-con elements.
*Author's Note: So, I've debated on posting this for a while; I'm afraid it isn't one of my better works and also, I don't want to scare off any followers or mutuals with the content. But hey, that's what tags are for, right? So, if you're not here for some straight up, porno monster sex, then this is your warning- do not read further. If that's exactly what you're here for- enjoy.
Dedicated to @221bshrlocked
A cool breeze stings your cheeks as you lean against the decaying wooden railing surrounding the porch. The party inside was much too noisy and the music and laughter spilled out behind you, even with the door to the home firmly closed. Parties were never your thing, but the celebration of the defeat of the Naga was something your comrades greatly needed, and so you made an obligatory appearance.
The socializing was quickly draining your energy though, and you find yourself wanting nothing more than to start the long trek home so that you can curl up in bed with your new romance novel. Perhaps, if the novel was any good, you could take some time to relieve some of your pent-up stress using your fingers. You rub your thighs together subconsciously as you lean your arms on the railing. The lacy blue, sleeveless dress you wore raises and tightens across your backside with the motion, but with no one outside with you, you aren't too worried about your modesty. You shift once more, trying to ignore the pleasant hum that is beginning to make itself more known. You can feel the beginnings of arousal start to dampen your panties. The coarse black material of the lace rubs across your clit and you have to fight not to chase that feeling. You had just decided to go inside and bid farewell to your friends so that you could hurry home to begin your night with yourself when a motion in the distance catches your eye.
You squint in the darkness. The trees and brush surrounding the property are thick and tangled with each other, making anything beyond impossible to see. The small cottage the party was hosted in is right in the middle of a heavily forested area. Normally you would be wary of attending any gathering in such a secluded area, but you were among friends and had pushed those worries aside.
However, you are positive something had moved off to the side in the trees you were eyeing. You thought of the defeated Naga and frown. No, they wouldn't come this far inland. Not near a forested area. Perhaps it was a fox or a squirrel rustling about the trees.
A deep growl carries across the yard.
You freeze, wide-eyed. More raucous laughter from the house startles you and you glance over your shoulder to look at the front door. No one else would have been able to hear that growl. You look forward again, squinting into the darkness ahead to try to find the source of that horrible, deep-throated groan.
Yellow eyes stare at you from between two trees. You cry out, stumbling away from the railing, heart pounding with fear. Was that…
A werewolf?
You glance up. Clouds crawl across the sky until, for just a moment, the light from the full moon is revealed. You gulp.
Another growl caresses the air, carrying over to you. You shiver, nipples perking from both the sound and the frigid air. You turn your gaze back to the creature. It stands at the line of foliage at the edge of the property. Its eyes gleam as it stares at you. The light from the moon casts over him and you are suddenly intimidated by its height. It stands at 7 feet tall, at least. Coarse dark fur sticks out of its thick body, the fur growing thinner across its stomach, revealing dull, grey skin. Even from a distance, you can see its bulbous member twitch to life as the wolf stares at you.
You swallow the excess saliva that pools in your mouth at the sight of the creature's long, thick cock and feel your body flush with pleasure. You'd never been one to be attracted to anything other than humans before, though plenty of other creatures had tried. Now though, standing in the cool dark and being eyed by a werewolf whose member is so erect that it caresses his belly, your initial fear begins to give way to a heady ember of arousal.
Hesitantly, you make your way down the porch. The wolf's eyes follow you the entire time. Perhaps it needs help with something, you tell yourself. Yes, maybe it's hurt. What kind of person would you be if you didn't check? That's what you tell yourself as you make your way slowly across the yard.
The noise from the party grows fainter as you draw closer to the creature. How had you heard his growl, you wonder absently. As you come closer to the wolf, its eyes still staring at you unblinking, your heart begins to pound so hard that you place your hand over your chest, lest it thump out onto the ground before you. You stop a few feet from the werewolf and you are suddenly rethinking your rash decision to approach it. It was BIG. Tall and thick, intimidating in every way. You do your best to keep your gaze politely averted from his twitching cock.
Instead, you swallow against the lump in your throat. You want to say something, ask if it's alright or if there's anything it needs- but it begins to snarl. You take a step back, frightened. Its lips curl against its fangs, saliva dripping down, down, down. The wolf lowers his body, looking as though it's ready to pounce on you.
You squeal and turn to flee.
A heavy weight collides with your back and you're thrown to the ground, chin knocking against the grass-covered dirt. You scramble against the ground, fingers pulling up grass as you try to find purchase on something to pull yourself away. You whimper when hot breath puffs against your ear. A singular, low growl emits from the werewolf and you twitch at the distinct feel of its member grinding into your backside.
Your breath catches as the weight pressing your chest into the ground lifts. You want to move, but you can feel the wolf hovering above you. It begins to sniff the air. You whimper when its wet nose meets your bare shoulder. Its sniffing intensifies and its nose leaves a trail of cool wetness as it moves down your back. You tense when it stops just above your buttocks.
Suddenly, its clawed hand grips your shoulder and turns you roughly, making you land hard on your back. You wince and cry out. The wolf is above you now, snout inches from your face. You tremble beneath him. Thick saliva drips down, landing on your cheeks. You turn your head away, squeezing your eyes shut. It lets out a snarl and you flinch and cry out when it begins to paw at your chest. You gasp, head snapping back. The wolf's claws scrape against the nipple of your left breast. You stare at the creature, horrified when you see its other clawed hand is currently wrapped around its cock, pumping quickly.
You peer up into its yellow eyes, astounded.
It lets out a low howl, making you wince at how close it is to your ears. Then it moves down your body, nose sniffing until he reaches your clenched thighs. With a growl, the werewolf lets go of its erection and uses both hands to pry your legs apart. The skirt of your dress strains against your thighs and you gasp when the wolf rips the fabric, leaving it shredded at your sides. You try not to think about how you’ll get home in your ruined dress. IF you’ll get home.
The wolf is suddenly by your hips, its snout pressing directly into your mound. Your back arches and you gasp again, eyes wide as pleasure zips through you. The wolf's breath is hot and moist as it presses his nose against your clit. You clap your hands over your mouth to stifle the keening moan spilling from you.
Teeth bared, the wolf lets his tongue loll out and he takes an experimental swipe up your slit. You nearly shriek at the wet heat that soaks your panties. It huffs and suddenly there's cool air hitting your overheated core when it decides your panties are a hindrance and rips them from your body. You don't have time to mourn your favorite pair of underwear because the werewolf is suddenly delving his long tongue into you.
You cry out, eyes wide and staring at the dark sky, the moon hidden once again by clouds. Even if you screamed, no one would hear you. The house was too far away, the party too loud.
You didn't even know if you wanted to scream for help.
The wet tongue is gone and you’re surprised as you groan from the loss. The wolf is above you then, howling lowly as it presses the too-long cock against your entrance. You panic then. It was huge. There was no way you could take-
His hips jerk and you see stars.
The monster cock isn't in you completely, not even close. But the length that is inside is girthy and hot. You want to weep from the feeling. It fills you so completely, stretching you so deliciously that you doubt you can ever go back to a human again. Your fingers would certainly never compensate.
The wolf snarls, thrusting, and you screech as he pushes deeper. The base of his cock is larger, bulbous. Is that part supposed to go in, you wonder. Regardless of whether or not it was supposed to, the wolf seems determined to get it in. You mewl when he pulls out before he's pushing back into you. He thrusts, again and again, your pussy making a sloppy wet sound each time, juices squelching with the motions. His fur-covered hips snap forward, faster each time. And each time you can feel the large bulb pressing against your entrance, working to make its way inside with every thrust.
The wolf is panting above you, snarls ripping from his throat. His teeth gnash together and you're grateful he isn't doing that against your neck. Though by the way his eyes are fixated on your pulse, you're sure he wants to. You're squeezing his cock, clenching around him as the feeling of fullness begins to usher you to the edge. You're panting too now, though you aren't doing anything but lying there, hands clutching the dirt at your sides. You whimper, but it's needy, wanton. A small part of you wishes a partygoer would come outside, would see you being fucked by a feral werewolf. See the gigantic wolf cock pounding into you, bulb now almost fitted inside. You feel your entrance widen against the intrusion once more before finally, finally the bulb is buried in you along with the rest of the shaft.
The wolf lets out a deep, snarling groan. He rocks his hips against yours, pressing you down into the ground as he does so. You let out a loud, long moan. You've never felt so full, so hot. You can feel your arousal coating your thighs. You move to grab the creature's shoulders, desperate to hold something substantial, but one clawed hand grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head. He snarls again and pulls out achingly slowly. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry. Every ridge of his cock scrapes against your insides until only the tip remains bedded in you. You squirm beneath him, whimpering.
"Please," you gasp out. You don't know if he can understand, but you pray he isn't through with you.
His yellow eyes narrow and you realize he absolutely understands.
You’re suddenly flipped over, chest pressing into the ground and ass pulled up. The wolf is gripping your hips, claws digging painfully into the soft flesh of your sides. You scramble to balance on your hands and knees just as you feel his cock align with your slit. The anticipation makes you tremble. You realize you’re sobbing, so overcome with pleasure that your eyes weep in time with your throbbing, leaking pussy.
He roars and then he slams into you, bulb and all. You scream. His cock is buried so fully that you can see the outline of it through your stomach as your head rolls forward in an attempt to get a glimpse of his dick filling you from this angle. The wolf begins a rapid pace of pulling out and shoving back in. Your chest heaves and grows flushed. You feel like you're beginning to lose your mind. You can feel the pressure building with each frantic thrust.
Your moans become high-pitched and breathy the closer you get. The wolf is now moving so quickly there's almost no time between thrusts and it all blurs together in one crescendo of fullness. You’re bouncing against him, breasts jiggling rapidly. The angle he works his hips against yours has your eyes rolling back in your head. His testicles slap against your clit and you find yourself enthralled with the feeling. The wet, slapping sounds are drowned out by your increasingly loud moans and the panting snarls coming from behind you. His claws are now digging into the globes of your ass and you squeal when he, impossibly, picks up the pace.
You feel yourself tipping over the edge just as the wolf buries himself once more inside you. His entire cock twitches so drastically you see the movement in your belly. He howls as you feel his release shoot into you. Rope after rope of hot cum coats your inner walls. You gasp for breath. He isn't done, you realize as you soar down from your high. He's still cumming inside of you. It’s so wet and copious that you feel as though your insides have been dunked in lava. It dribbles out of you, weeping out of your cunt in thick trails that are squeezed out from around his cock. After a few more moments, the werewolf finally relaxes. He growls before he begins pulling out of your wrecked pussy.
You whine at the loss before collapsing to the ground in a trembling heap.
The wolf stands above you, long cock now limp and hanging between his furry legs. You crane your neck and look at him over your shoulder, staring up at him through half-lidded eyes.
The cum pools out of you, creating a puddle in the grass beneath as it trails down your flushed thighs. It's so warm, even as it escapes you. You want to cry. You already miss the feeling. Your belly is bloated from the amount of jizz he'd deposited in you. You almost felt like you were glowing, with your raised belly and heaving chest, sweat making your hair stick to your neck and forehead.
What do you do when you’re an ancient vampire in the 80′s? Part Three of Four
Female Main Character x Male Monster
October 1986
My breath comes out in thick, white puffs as I look up at the stars. The blanket around me is warm and soft, and there is a faint scent coming from the burning candles. Amon is stoking a fire in the little cast-iron fire pit. his long white hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him without it falling around his face. In the candlelight, I see shiny patches on his pale skin. Scars, going down from his temple onto his neck and shoulders. He dusts his hands off and catches me staring, and I quickly avert my eyes again.
“It’s a beautiful night,” I murmur.
“If it is too cold for you, we can go back inside.” Amon sits down beside me. “I thought that here we could get some privacy to talk.”
I put on a smile for him. “I’m used to camping with my folks. I don’t mind it. Once the fire gets going, it won’t matter.”
Amon’s eyes flick up to the sky, and I see the many puncture-mark scars on his neck. I move closer to him and he flinches, settling back down with a sigh. “So what did you want to talk about?” I ask.
Amon scratches the space between his eyebrows. “I’ve seen how close you are with Raul and Pidge. It’s been rather nice to see that warmth.” He turns in his seat to face me. “The people here mean a lot to me. I’ve housed many vampires over the years, protected them…” His brow knits together and he looks down at his big hands. “Seeing a human like you is a joy.”
I think I understand what he’s getting at. “I have to confess, when I met Raul and Pidge, I was kind of… Well, I just wanted to be edgy. I wanted to be the weird girl who hung out with vampires. But I realized that was stupid. It was gross of me to want to be friends with them only because of that.”
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okay but gentle rapist?? <3 one who knows you're so high n pliable n slow that theres no point in rushing things. that he can slip your underwear off inch by inch, and just watch your cute little face grimace and listen to your adorable little protests <3 kissing your hands gently when you try to shove him away— you're so pathetic its taking every ounce of his being not to flip you over and mount you so hard you see stars... gentle assaulter who gives you a slow, sloppy, lick over your folds while you cry softy. who kisses and licks and nips at your skin to show you how much he's enjoying every single second of this. how he doesn't need you to be okay with this, he knows its rape. all he needs is to make your body feel good <3
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