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𩶠injecting you with various chemical cocktails just to fuck with your sense of time, making everything feel like it's been happening for hours. Then, I'll slowly pump in an aphrodisiac, that heat spreading over your body feeling so slow to you, so long being in this fuzzy, growing horny state. And once the drugs are fully in effect, the heat is so much, your body constantly trembling from how aroused you are, feeling like you've been this way forever. And after what's felt like hours if not days of being like this, I'm sure you'll have some fun requests you'll beg for~
Falling asleep on the train and waking up to one man groping your tits and another with his cock ramming into your sore cunt. Your shirt is ripped, your panties are gone, and you regret wearing such a short skirt that gives them easier access to violate you.
You realize there are other men on the car, but instead of stopping the assault, they look ready to join in. Sure enough, when you start to struggle, they drag you to the ground and help hold you down.
Soon enough, all your holes are being used simultaneously. Your clothes have been shredded into nothing but useless strips of fabric, and you missed your stop fifteen minutes ago.
The original men who started using you get off when it's their stop, but more men step in to fill their places. For hours, you're passed around, your body so sore you can't stop crying.
That is, until someone forces you to drink something. It makes you so, so sleepy. You blink up at him, grateful for the relief of sleep, as he slides his cock deep into your abused pussy.
I love when adventurers lose their battles, willingly or not. The ambitious and hopeful people who find themselves overwhelmed by monsters and end up getting fucked in the dirt.
The little elf warrior getting dragged to an orc village and used as soldier's breeding stock, made immobile from the fat orc babies distended their womb. A proud elf, now the enemy's broodmare, each baby stretching their little hole to its limit.
The brave mage who gets lost in the minotaur's labyrinth and stumbles right into its den, is lifted and impaled onto its monster cock, ruining their untouched pussy and turning them into a babymaking cow. Swollen tits constantly leaking milk for the calves they raise.
And the spirited druid, whose attempts at diplomacy with centaurs have found them in the middle of a spring festival, cunt speared open by horsecock, bloated with enough seed to look full-term. They'll grow even larger, pregnant with twin foals that kick and bruise. But now witness to the druid's fertility, the herd will make sure they're always too full to leave.
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If you used to be a heavy drinker & now you just smoke weed! YOURE DOING GREAT
if you used to smoke weed 24/7 and donât now, but you just have a few beer or drinks every blue moon, YOURE DOING GREAT
if you were a pill head and now on methadone or subs, YOURE DOING GREAT
if you were a down head or a meth head and now you just smoke weed to cope with the side effects those drugs put on ur body for the rest of your life, YOURE DOING GREAT.
If you went cold turkey on everything all at once and never put a single substance in to your body after that, Iâm proud of you! Youâre doing great!
We are all just doing the best we fucking can!
donât ever let someone tell your recovery journey isnât âconsideredâ recovery!
The thought of being taken by a giant moth girlâŚ..
I lay there beneath her entranced by her beautiful body, afraid that Iâd be tarnishing it with my touch.
I let her put her full weight on top of me. Holding me in place. Her fur is so soft and warm, I never want to be anywhere except for in that fur ever again.
She gives me soft and tender kisses, circling a finger around and groping my budding breast growths. Her body and mine pulse with warmth. She doesnât stop kissing me for the entire time that we are bonded togetherâŚ
Iâm so dazed and overwhelmed with the sensations that I can hardly remember exactly *when* she started pumping me full of her eggs. I only remember that she was doing it. And she did it so much⌠surely Iâm so unbelievably full of them right nowâŚ
I donât care. Iâm glad she did this. Beautiful moth girls deserve to use pathetic and shy tgirls like me to lay their clutch inside of.
I donât know where she went, but Iâll take such good care of her clutch for when she comes back. Maybe sheâll even put more in me if I beg her hard enough.
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plants which have evolved to have a very specific way of spreading their seeds. they have the most gorgeous, silky smooth petals, perfectly enticing to any fairies that may happen across it. maybe the fairy sits for a moment, maybe they even decide to take a nap, but its not long before the petals fold in on themselves, not unlike a venus flytrap, encasing the fairy within
inside the flower, aphrodisiacs flood the air as small vines wrap around the fairy, stripping them of their clothes and manhandling them into the perfect position for its pistol to penetrate the fairy's soft folds, pumping in and out until the fairy is a mewling mess, before it begins to pump the little fairy full of its seeds, stretching the poor things belly out obscenely until they can't take any more
once the fairy is filled to the brim, the plant opens up again and its vines retract. it'll be days before the fairy's body begins to urge them to push, plenty of time for them to fly (or, more likely, walk) far enough away to spread the plants far and wide
did you know that princesses and dragons are actually symbiotic species? it's true! dragon cocks are perfect for breaking in a princess' virgin pussy, and the princess' dress gives the dragon easy access, especially if the dragon rips the skirt and turns a floor length gown into nothing more than a cocktail dress. the princess' whine and pout at first, but eventually their eyes turn glassy as their thoughts are fully consumed with just how good it feels to be split open on a thick dragon cock- and that's before the dragon has deposited its eggs.
no princess can resist screaming once they feel the eggs being pressed through their hole, stretching them out even wider than they had been before. once the eggs are settled in the princess' womb, the weight of them becomes apparent and the princess is helpless to do anything but lay there as the dragon fertilises its eggs, passing out soon after.
the next time the princess wakes, she will notice her belly already bulging from the eggs inside of her. hardier princesses may make an escape at this point, slipping out of the dragon's lair while it sleeps and walking the long road back to civilisation, gingerly cradling their heavy stomach. others may stay where they are, hoping a brave knight will save them.
(many princesses will have birthed at least their first litter of dragon eggs by the time a knight arrives)
and then, there are the ones who really were made for it, princesses who look at their belly, full of dragon eggs, and know that no matter what they were readying themselves for in their kingdoms, that this is where they truly belong. pregnant, and birthing, and pregnant again. a knight may arrive, and if the knight is lucky the princess will merely tell them to leave. if the knight is unlucky, then the dragon will have another breeding pet without having to go hunting for one.
the most decadent dragon lairs, far far away from any sort of town, village, or castle, could have a whole array of princesses and knights, all in various states of undress, adorned in the dragon's finest treasures, and all of them carrying heavy bellies in all different stages of growth
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I don't think y'all truly grasp what fucking a god would be like.
Not only are they beings who can shape reality like clay, but they have such a massively different conception of time, morality, and existence that they become alien to you
For example, let's say you are a normal guy:
One moment you're looking at yourself in the mirror, the next in a quiet field. Before you even have a chance to react, a voice rips through your tissue paper body. It is multilayered, unable to stick to one voice, but is it smooth and alluring and almost feminine.
"I have chosen thee to be my temple." The voice says.
"W...who are you?" You stutter out.
The voice doesn't answer. For a moment you wonder if you've gone insane, then she begins. A thousand hands of light touch you, some delicate and precise, some wild and rough. They grab and grope and tear and claw and brush and pinch and slap all over, all at once. One hand grabs your short hair and forces you to look up in the air and she says:
"Let me show you your purpose."
You are launched in time to a temple, backwards or forwards, you don't know. It is lit by candles, showing that you're at the feet of a massive marble statue of a nude woman. The hands force you to your knees, all while feeling up your boiling body. You look up and only catch a glimpse of her beautiful thighs before you're unstuck in time again.
You feel yourself dragged back to reality. You're in a woman's body, being fucked by two other women in a dingy hotel. One hold the leash to a collar around your neck, the other holding your legs as she fucks you with her dick. The hands are still there and guide you, teasing each moans from your throat and buck of your hips. You've never felt this good ever as you start ascending the mountain of arousal. The collar chokes you enough for a momentary blackout
You're back in the temple, still looking up. You catch a glimpse of her hips, grabbable, with curves in just the right spots. You blink in awe and find yourself in another woman's body, actually no, a robot woman's body. You're connected to a machine made of tech so powerful you can't comprehend by series of wires and plugs throughout your body. A woman, dressed in lab wear smiles, kisses you, and starts the machine. You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. The woman's smile widens, then a notification appears on your HUD
Sensitivity increased 150%
A soft glide teaches down your back and you feel your entire body kicks in response. You ascend further up, climbing step after step towards orgasm. Each touch the machine simulates makes you skip ten steps. The woman's laughs at you makes you skip more. The heat is unbearable, your fans spinning at Max speed, their noise filling the background. You get a warning notification about overheating and you're back at the temple.
The hands keep your arousal steady as the hand tilts your head further up still. You're enraptured by the most perfect pair of tits you have ever seen. The last bit of thought you we're holding onto is wiped away by their glory. But before you can properly worship them, you're thrown back in time.
You're in another temple, hazy and thick with the perfume of incense. You're in a priestess' body slick with oil, prepared to worship your goddess with your other priestesses. You look around and see the rest of your order staring at you and approach. After a long moment, you realize that you're the offering. The other women attack you with kisses and teeth and hands and nails in just the right spots. Each blow brings you closer to the peak. They pin you down and begin fucking you with their trained tongues and you blank out. You're so close now you can see the peak. You pray to just be allowed to reach it.
You're set back to the temple again and with one swift yank of your long hair, brings your eyes to the statues face.
It's you.
You don't know how you know. It looks nothing like you, but it's you. And you're gorgeous you can feel the orgasm coming, it's so so so so close now. The world stops, your body freezes.
You find yourself stuck one step before the peak, staring at your beautiful features and unable to do anything about it. You're stuck there for a long time. An hour? A year? A Millennia? A second? You don't know. But by the end, you're asking Her to let you cum. She responds:
"Do you know your purpose?"
"Yes... Goddess," you pant out. "As your temple... Where your followers... Worship you"
"Good Girl" She says.
Those two words bring you over the edge and you find yourself cumming harder than you've ever done before. Each convulsion rips away a part of your past life, what you ate for breakfast, your job, your hobbies, your name. If you could think through the tsunami of pleasure, you wouldn't care. Goddess will provide, she always will. But for now, you are drowning in devotional ecstasy.
After an eternity, you finally feel the afterglow bleed in. The hands let go and you collapse to the floor, letting the darkness consume you.
You wake up on the bathroom floor and groan. Was it really just a dream? You get up and look in the mirror and see you. Not the fake you that you wore before, but the you Goddess crafted, her masterpiece. You smile and dance in your body, that statue turned flesh, and laugh a beautiful laugh to celebrate and thank Her.
"You know your purpose and are trained in it," She says in the back of your mind. "Begin."
"Yes Goddess"
You leave the bathroom and begin your new life. After all, what's a god without her temple?
Vocal dom who likes to talk their sub through their orgasms đ¤ sub who goes quiet except for gasping breaths, whining their domâs titles, and begging so cutely
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No one wanted to see Tarik here. Captain Seth had tried to refuse him several times. Tarik knew because he had been present at every meeting where Captain Seth was once again told that he needed a specialist like him, that Tarik had undergone the necessary conditioning, several courses of therapy, and was no longer a danger to others. And they kept handing Seth Holismâs report, confirming all of that shit.
Tarik didnât want to go back to Holism, so he kept quiet about what he really thought of three therapy courses under Holismâs supervision. Holism couldnât stand himâthat, Tarik could sense in his gut. You donât last long in a Death Squad without that instinct. You have to feel, without any scanners, who in a restless crowd is about to throw a Molotov cocktail at you. Holism had its own instincts too, so after getting the required answers out of Tarik in those convoluted psychological tests (which he could crack like nuts back in Corporation Rim), Holism recommended assigning him as a mission specialist on Perihelion.
Tarik sincerely hoped that this ship would finally be normal. Good, ordinary, and safe. One that wouldnât spy on him in the shower, wouldnât comment on his mannerisms and habits, wouldnât pry into his thoughts. But no such luck. First, Seth had taken a dislike to him before even meeting him. And then it turned out that Perihelion wasnât just another weirdo shipâit was an even bigger asshole than Holism.
The fact that Holism had dumped Tarik on Perihelion only made things worse. But Perihelion had no choice. Neither the ship nor its captain could get rid of Tarik through legal means. And Tarik had nowhere else to go.
He could feel every second how the ship was watching him, waiting for him to make a mistake (he had been trained to avoid mistakes, that is a matter of survival). He avoided, by a wide margin, any areas near the module airlocks when the modules werenât attached (in CR he had seen plenty of times how unwanted crew members were spaced). He made sure not to eat more than the bare minimum rations, not to forget to joke during shared breakfasts, and not to skip morning and evening runs across the decks with Matteo.
He tried not to think about how close Perihelion actually was to him. Even if he taped over all the cameras in his cabin, his cabin was Perihelion. His bed was Perihelion. The water he hastily washed himself with was Perihelion. And just like him, this being resented the forced proximity. He tried to spend as little time in bed as possible, claiming that he was trained to sleep for only a few hours.
At some point, Tarik became so exhausted that he stopped avoiding the airlocks. (Perihelion never took advantage of it.)
One day, after returning to his cabin, stripping off his clothes, and collapsing onto his bunk, he realized it was warm. The bunk was heated from below.
It was so soothing that he passed out almost instantlyâand for the first time, he truly slept.
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