Jin

Hello there! I'm Jin, aka Leona's biggest simp (jokes haha)!!!

I have been lurking TWST content for some time! But I only just recently decided to create an account to talk about my interests (specifically content in the Dead Dove category).

I do NOT partake in scat, proship, comship, and noncon content.

Please do not interact with me if you are proship/comship.

My blog will primarily be reblog heavy as I am rather shy, but I will share my thoughts and ideas once in a while. My posts will more than likely exclusively be TWST related.

I do use cunt on Leona a couple times apart from calling him princess, so be warned if that isn't your cup of tea!!

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From your experience before waking in a coffin and hauled to some magical school led by maybe the most annoying person to exist, you weren't some zoologist. Nor would that have really helped regarding the beastmen that littered Twisted Wonderland, as they appeared to be a different story entirely. Though in your case, you were just lucky enough to have a certain lion under your thumb. Leona Kingscholar, second born prince and absolutely lazy from time to time. He claimed it was something to do with preserving energy. You believed that.

The stamina he had in bed was like anything you've ever seen before. Round after round, different positions — all of it. You could try and try to get him tired out after one, but it was futile. Even if you couldn't find yourself hard, Leona would ride you till the sun rose, leaving you absolutely exhausted. You were sure it was some attempt to get you to skip class with him. While Grim wouldn't be happy, the warmth of spooning your boyfriend seemed to make the scolding bearable. 

That's why Leona not even bothering to message you or read the messages you were sending was weird. Usually he found ways to irritate you or get you worked up throughout the day, like the brat he was. Yet there you sat in the final class of the day, staring out the window and wondering just what the hell was happening. After the last "Leona?" you shot his way without a single 'Read' appearing on your screen, you decided it was best to pay him a visit.

As the class rolled to an end, you stood quickly, brushing past your peers and beelining it towards the Savanaclaw mirror. Not only were you frustrated with Leona for his lack of response, but you grew worried too. It was unlike him to go radio silent, as he made at least some sort of effort to reach out to you when he wasn't napping his life away. Surprisingly, Savanaclaw seemed almost empty. Very few students roamed the halls, most of which the humans or the occasional beastman who looked like they were treading on eggshells. Deciding it was for the best, you opted to ignore all of it and found yourself outside his room. 

Knocking impatiently you were met with silence. You knocked again. "Leona." The echo of your voice rang through the vacant halls. Again, silence. Your concern grew. While you valued his right to privacy, you've seen him in one too many compromising positions for him to truly be embarrassed if you were to barge in. So you did just that. 

"I'm coming in." Your announcement was met with some sort of protest on the other end. "Herbivore— Wait—" His voice carried urgency as you opened the door, it was too late. The moment the door opened a crack, you were hit with the smell of sex. His room looked even worse than it did normally. Blankets, pillows and what you were sure was his entire wardrobe, scattered around. Not to mention countless used condoms. What the hell was going on? You didn't seem to have much of an idea until your eyes fell upon Leona. 

His face was flushed many shades darker, emerald eyes wild and his hair a mess. In this moment he looked closer to a lion than you've ever seen before. Not even his overblot looked like this. The moment you walked in he was mid fucking of a pillow with what you knew damn well was one of your blazers. 

Without much of a word you entered quickly, shutting and locking the door behind you. Eyebrows furrowing you watched him. The lion remained stiff, trying to read your thoughts about what you just walked in on. The judgemental gaze you had given him made his ears lower atop his head. He knew his place with you around. 

"What are you waiting for, slut? Continue." You spat his way, folding your arms as you soaked in more of the scene before you. Seeing him rut against a pillow, his knot all swollen, likely begging to be shoved in someone or something. Yet you made no move, only watching him, waiting for him to obey you. 

Your words were enough to motivate him, his ears perking right up as his tail curled around his thigh, his grip tightening on the pillow as he began to hump it at an inconsistent pace. Moans being muffled as he bit down enough for blood to be drawn.  While the display before you was cute, his inability to be shameless and the uncomfortable tightness in your pants made it hard to keep your hands off of him.

Approaching him was shockingly easy. Leona didn't notice you in his state until you were fashioned behind him, fingers curling around his knot and giving it a squeeze. You rubbed your clothed erection against his bare ass as he whimpered, eyes widening as he paused, leaning against you and looking into your eyes. Offering him an innocent smile, your hot breath landed itself in his ear. "Go on, baby." The choice in words shot electricity through his spine as his ear twitched and he shuddered against you. With the help of your hand and your scent clogging his senses even further, he began to move again. His moans filled the air as your other hand grasped his waist. 

You joined him shortly after as you continued to thrust your clothed cock against his ass, moans spilling out of you. It wasn't long before he came again. Hell, you weren't even sure how long he'd been going with this, counting the condoms that were scattered was the least of your worries. Especially when you added another, discarding the one just used to the side. Squeezing his knot so it deflated, you kissed his ear. "Such a good little slut." Your words rolled off of your tongue like honey, your hands snaked to his chest. You pinched his hardened nipples before rolling your thumbs along them, listening to him struggle to catch his breath as you immediately began to touch him. 

"Hey— the hell?" Leona made a fuss that fell upon deaf ears, for you were too busy grinding against your boyfriend. It was a deliberate choice to move slowly and teasingly, moaning softly into his ear, pressing his form down into the bed with your own body, withdrawing your hands from his chest. 

"Seriously? You're just gonna come in without a question and fuck me?" The lion questioned as his hands grasped the bedding beneath him as the click of your belt followed by the soft sound of your pants hitting the ground was heard. Already, he began to anticipate you fucking him. So smart.  

"Is there a problem with that?" You questioned as your hands gripped his asscheeks and spread them apart. 

"No— Nghh~" Leona was cut off by two of your fingers pressing into his hole. He tightened around them immediately as his head was thrown back slightly. "A-Aren't you tryin' to figure out what's going on..?" His voice rang out almost small as head turned to you, his lust-filled eyes meeting your own.

You chose to neglect his question as you smiled, musing at the feeling of his slick already making him ready for you. "My.. Your cunt is all wet for me, kitty." The amusement in your voice was evident as you began to prepare him more, scissoring his hole before plunging deeper in search of his prostate. Any sort of response couldn't escape him either, his mouth in an o shape — shifting beneath you.  "All ready for me to fill you, hm?" You hummed. 

It wasn't long before his hips bucked when you hit the spot, his tail curling in as he moaned out. "So needy for my cock in you, Princess~" You cooed as you pulled your fingers out with a satisfying pop, leaving Leona to whine beneath you. 

"Hurry up already. I ain't waiting forever." His words swiftly resulted in a smack against his ass. He tensed up, seemingly more aroused than he was before you did such an action.

"You're such a whore, Leona." As you approached he shuddered with anticipation. Your hands fell to his waist, lining your cock up with his hole. "I can't wait to fuck you stupid and full." With that you rammed yourself inside of him, far too impatient to tease him further. Rather than give you the satisfaction of a beautiful moan, he muffled himself with a pillow. 

Quickly, you took a fist full of his mane and pulled, forcing his head to fling back as he cried out. Only then did you begin to move, wasting no time to make it rough. Pounding ruthlessly into him, drool pooling from the corners of his mouth as he gasped and moaned loudly. You were no fool, all of Savanaclaw was probably hearing this. It only made sense for them to know who he belonged to. 

"You want this, don't you? For me to fill you." You spoke, leaning in to hit him deeper. "For you to swell with my kids, be marked up and pregnant? Your tits leaking with milk and you just begging to be fucked every day." Your words scratched some animalistic nerve in his brain as he arched his back, growing louder as his mostly neglected cock rubbed against the fabric beneath him.

"Yes, yes— please—" Leona pleaded beneath you. "Mark me— fill me—" His words were breathless and between moans, his hole impossibly tight as he grew close.

You grew impatient, pausing only briefly to flip him so he was facing you, hoisting his legs over your shoulders and fucking him harshly. "Good girl." Bringing your face to his shoulder you bit down harshly, drawing blood as your nails dug into his sides.

Leona came before you did, riding out an orgasm as his head was thrown back, tears brinking in his eyes, back arched as his cum covered his torso. His noises only grew more broken, continuing to abuse his hole. The sound of your bodies smacking against each other barely heard over the lion.

Your jaw clenched, biting down more, the taste of iron filling your mouth as you drew closer. Eventually, you came, your seed spilling into him. Your own moan silenced by his flesh. Pulling your mouth back from him, you were the witness to a beautiful sight. Leona beneath you, fucked stupid. He panted like a dog as his tear filled eyes looked up to you. Not that you could complain, your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath. 

"You take me so well." You mused and slowly pulled out of him, most of your cum seemed to remain in his body, saving you a lot of cleanup. As you moved his legs off of you and laid beside him, wrapping an arm around his form. He grumbled something you couldn't quite hear.

Unfortunately for your stamina, the recovery period was brief as Leona gripped your arm, snapping you out of your daze, his eyes trained on you. "I tried to warn you not to come in." He began, having sat up slowly and started straddling you. From this view you could see that his dick was hard again. "I'm in heat." Leona confessed, your eyes widening. "...Now you haveta deal with the consequences, Herbivore." 

"Oh." You swallowed dryly as your hands snaked to his hips, fingers curling around his sides. Very few times had Leona ever made you feel like prey, this was one of those times. 

If you were completely honest with yourself, you weren't sure what led you to the borders of the Land of Pyroxene, or what made you cross them. (Perhaps the better question would be how did you end up there, but the thought didn't cross your mind.)

It was an eerie location, the soil beneath your shoes firm and the air cold enough to make the tip of your nose numb. While it wasn't vacant by any means — as seen by the smoke emitting from many chimneys, there was something about the atmosphere that filled you with the building tension that something was going to happen at any given moment.

By the time you entered what actually seemed like a town — the cobble path covering the ground and lights everywhere — the sun had set, making way for the moon to beam down upon the countless buildings. The town was quiet and everything seemed to blend in together. Your blind venture came with dire consequences. You had next to nothing on your person, little to no knowledge on just what was happening, and most importantly you were lost. The lack of people roaming the very clearly lit town square filled you with frustration. Rather than scream or potentially knock on the house of a resident, you seated yourself upon a wooden bench that looked over a row of stone buildings all separated by dark and seemingly empty alleyways.

Taking the opportunity to collect your thoughts, you buried your face within your hands, becoming dull to the world around you. Making it impossible for you to take note of the figure who emerged from the shadows. Even the clicking of the mysterious figure's heels against the cobble that only grew closer fell upon deaf ears. The being stopped before you, a long, pregnant pause as they merely watched your feeble attempts to calm yourself down. Eventually they grew impatient, this was clearly about to be some waste of time. As the person cleared their throat — you became painfully aware of your situation once more. Panic consumed you, sitting upright and your hands lowering to look at the person who interrupted your little moment.

Great Seven did you look. Was this even real? The person before you — the man was absolutely flawless. His blonde and purple ombré hair slicked back, black painted lips and and those fierce lavender eyes backed up with eyeshadow. his face was structured perfectly, like he'd been a greek statue turned to flesh and blood. Objectively handsome despite the icy gaze that bore into your soul.

"Are you going to continue gawking, or will I have the opportunity to introduce myself?" Even his voice was a gift from the divine. Though now you knew to close your mouth that had remained agape as you had stared at the man before you.

"You may continue." Clearing your throat, you spoke barely above a whisper as you felt your ears burn hot from embarrassment.

"Good." The blonde man seemed somewhat satisfied with your compliance, stepping closer to your seated form. "You're new, I can tell by looking at you. My name is Vil Schoenheit." This was the opposite of welcoming, yet you paid little mind. Someone so handsome took the time to come from — somewhere — to talk to you about something.

"Oh, yes.." You began after introducing yourself. You squirmed beneath his gaze, adjusting your posture and staring back into those eyes. "I'd just arrived not too long ago."

"A foolish time to arrive, no?" Vil was quick to scold you, but you remained confused.

"I'm sorry?" You didn't have much to say, in fact you were dumbfounded by this entire ordeal.

"Don't you know how dangerous Pyroxene is at night?" With the click of his tongue his eyes rolled, he was upset about something. "Yet here you are, roaming all alone. You should be grateful I stopped to help you at all." Help? Just what in the world was he on about?

"I see — Thank you..?" Your eyes wandered to your surroundings. Dangerous? You've really put yourself in a pickle now.

"Do not thank me yet. Come." His tone was demanding of you, your unyielding devotion — to blindly follow. So you did, you didn't have much of a choice, did you? Vil had turned his back to you, cape flowing as he began to walk, heels clicking against the floor with each step. You followed obediently, under the impression he was going to take you someplace to get directions, or a tavern — yet you ventured off the cobbled path with him. You could see little other than the glimmer of the gold accented his luxurious attire. Inevitably you stood before a large home. Of course it was a manor. This man was flawlessly handsome and stupid rich. You've scored — to some degree — but what brought him to take you out to his own home? Said thought plagued your mind as you were guided within the large home, and to a room you quickly realized was a dining room.

It was a strange one at that, a freakishly long table and enough chairs to seat a small army. At each end was a large, throne-like chair, velvet, red with a polished dark oak. Even the interior was breathtaking. You felt no bigger than a mouse as you turned to the man who'd so generously decided to host you. Despite how insignificant and pathetic you felt, Vil pulled one of the end chairs out, gesturing an open palm to the vacant seat. "Sit." And so you did, looking at him as you eased into the comfortable cushion.

"So what's going on?" You finally gathered the brains to question your situation which was most definitely too late. It was obvious in the way those eyes seemed to watch you with an intent you hadn't noticed before. Your mouth felt dry as he approached you at a slow pace, as if you were a cornered prey stuck beneath the looming shadow of a predator mere moments away from striking.

"The reward owed to me for helping you.. You will give it to me, yes?" He questioned, gloved fingers traced your jawline, moving slowly around your chair — circling you. As if to remind you of how helpless you were. Vil wasn't lying about the dangers at night, for the dangers were him.

Your breath hitched as your body tensed, a blush rising to your cheeks. "What type of reward do you seek?" The words slipped out softly, fearful as to what he would respond with.

"You." Oh, Great Seven. You were in for it now. All colors rose to not only your face, but immediately shot to your dick. He wanted you. This rich, handsome man wanted you.

You'd consider yourself nothing more than average, yet here you were — being circled by probably the sexist guy you've ever seen in your life and he wants you as a reward for housing you. "Okay." You spoke in such an awkward way, yet he only seemed to take such a confirmation with glee.

Vil circled one last time, standing before your chair in the gap between it and the table. His cold and almost expressionless face twisted into a tiny smile as the glint of his eyes only grew more dangerous. Was this the right choice? Panic consumed hijacked your brainwaves as your hands gripped the armrests til your knuckles turned pale. Vil only advanced upon you, his smile growing enough to make his fangs visible. Wait — fangs? This just only pieced together some parts of this messed up story, but now he was a monster in all of this, leaving you with more questions than ever.

You could barely breathe as the blonde brought himself to sit on your lap, straddling you. You were certain he could feel the bulge in your pants pressing against his crotch, yet not a single word was spoken of it. "Show me your neck." Vil was commanding, the captain of the ship in your mind. You had no right to deny him anything. Shakily, you pulled your collar down at your shoulder. The space was quickly taken over by Vil's head near the nape of your neck, the cool air of his breath blowing against the skin.

"Calm down, if you survive you won't have anything to fear any longer." How reassuring, he was great at this — wasn't he? You exhaled and closed your eyes, a verbal response would only drag this nightmare on longer. The tension that filled the air was pierced, literally in this sense, his fangs sunk into your flesh as you immediately felt blood being sucked from your body.

There was an overgrown, sexy leech feeding off of you. No fear or panic remained any longer despite the pain that burned throughout your body. Infact, you moaned softly as your hands moved to grasp his ass. Plush beneath your fingers as you gave them a squeeze — eliciting a groan from the vampire against your neck. The experience was near euphoric, your grip upon his form even tighter as you rubbed your clothed cock against him, lust clouding your mind like you were nothing more than an animal in heat. As the warmth slowly left your body you felt the urge to be inside him grow.

Vil fed and fed. You'd heard stories about how vampires sucked their victims til the point of appearing like a raisin — which you were certain was an exaggeration, not to mention Vil confirming you had a chance of survival. At least you won't look like that if you were going to live. Yet this was strange to you, wouldn't he be full by now? It had been some time, you mindlessly grinding against him as you held his ass. Surely your slowly drifting consciousness would say a thing or two — indicate he'd had enough of your blood. Was this yet another lie? Then you noticed it.

His attire was fashioned to fit perfectly to his form despite the many layers covering it, so the growing strain in his midsection spoke a million words. Vil was taking his fill alright. You weren't even mad or worried anymore, only watching as each minute that passed only seemed to bring more of a bulge to his middle. You were growing more aroused by the second by just watching this. What you were sure was a perfect form was rounding out right before you. Your mind took greatly to this information, hands quickly making work to undo the sash wrapped around his waist.

There was no doubt about it now, your half lidded eyes bearing witness to the very noticeable bump buried beneath the clothes, freed from the sash and pressing further strain to his vest. His coat having shifted to either side of his form, unable to remain closed due to the lack of sash and with just how stuffed he'd become.

You'd wished to feel greatly, to roam his body with your hands — but you felt so tired and likely your life fading as Vil had finally moved away from your neck, observing your weakened state. He didn't seem happy about how easily you'd accepted your fate. A scowl plastered on his face as he brought a gloved hand to your cheek, pinching it as some senses returned to you. "H—Huh..?" Your word choice was poor, but at least you were conscious.

"Come now, did you think I would let you off the hook that easily, human?" Vil chastised you, the hand shifting from your cheek to beneath your chin — tilting your head up to look into his eyes. "Not only am I still hungry because of you, but you've done something not one human has done before." He seemed almost amused to admit that last part, his free hand gripping one of your own and placing it against his midsection. What little blood was in your body rushed to your cheeks as they felt hot. Even through his clothes you could feel how soft the flesh was to the touch, his stomach tight from the amount of blood stored within.

"I take utmost care in my beauty, yet here you are, filling me far past the limit..." Vil's tone sounded almost like honey, only fueling your arousal further. "Unfortunately for you, I am still hungry. Your punishment will be to fill me." He spoke as if it were fact, your eyes widening slightly as you understood what he meant.

It seems a lack of fear after his feed was more so the mutual desire for you to fill him up further with your cum. Vil had removed himself from your lap, he began to remove his clothes before you before sitting on the dining table. He looked better than you imagined, toned form from head to toe, now sporting a bloated stomach. The way his hard cock pressed against the underside of his belly made you dizzy from how hard you were at the sight.

Some part of you wished you had far more blood in your body, enough to watch him push himself more and more. The fact your blood did this to him made you proud. So proud that your mind didn't register the vial filled with a liquid being held right in front of your face. "Hurry now, or I may reconsider your punishment." Your mind was lagging behind terribly.

"Right— sorry." You grasped the vial slowly, examining it for a moment. Thankfully, you knew this was lube without him needing him to scold you further despite your state being his fault. Popping the lid off, you poured some out onto your fingers, watching as Vil spread his legs before you and leaned back to expose his pretty hole.

You shuffled closer to him as you plunged two wet fingers into him. A soft moan escaped Vil as he shifted himself closer. Your fingers roamed his hole as you stretched and prepared him. The sight of Vil alone was enough to drive you mad, but the urge to fuck him made it hard to focus on anything else. He was already bothered from your fingers alone, you couldn't wait any longer to see what your cock would do to him.

After another strained moment or two of soft, barely audible noises as you scissored him had passed before you decided enough was enough. You withdrew your fingers, Vil gasping at the sudden movement as his eyebrows furrowed — watching you. You quickly removed your pants, letting them fall to your ankles, boxers following shortly after. Your dick was hard as a rock, pre leaking down your shaft as you placed your hands on either side of Vil on the table. Snaking your hands to his thighs and looking into his eyes. "Please, Vil. Please let me fuck you." Your desperate tone to be inside of him made the vampire raise an eyebrow slightly, his icy demeanor faltering.

"You may, but only enter me for now." You didn't need to be told twice. You poured the rest of the vial onto your hand and rubbed your cock until it was nice and wet. Not wasting a second you lined yourself up with his hole and pushed yourself in entirely. Vil let out the loudest noise yet, tightening around you as his hands held onto the table. You watched him with intent, waiting for permission for anything else. Every urge in your mind screaming at you to rail him until the sun rose the following day. You admired the sight before you, a handsome vampire filled with your blood. There was no doubt he was sexy without the roundness in his middle, but something about it drove you insane.

Your hands moved to his swollen belly, feeling it far better now with him nude. Vil seemed more undone than you anticipated for someone of his mannerisms. Strands of his hair had fallen on his face, his eyes half lidded as his gaze met your own. His lust was as heavy as your own. Out of curiosity you squeezed his middle. "aah—" The blonde was taken aback by the action, a hand placed above yours now. "You are a terribly greedy human.." He observed you before averting his eyes. "Move. Now."

Finally, it took him long enough, your hips jerked forward before you began to pound in and out of him. Your moans were harmonious with his own as they echoed through the large hall you've both decided was the place to fuck him. And fuck him you did.

"Vil— Vil—" His name came out of your mouth over and over as you plowed into him. Your name escaped his own, albeit he almost sounded shy. This only drove you closer to him. Having pulled him closer, practically placing yourself on the table with him as well. You grasped his waist with both hands, planting a kiss on his lips — not caring over smearing his painted lips. As his mouth opened you ravaged it with your tongue. His cold, vampiric form was in contrast to your human warmth, a perfect match was the two of you as your bodies collided with one another over and over again. You pulled your face back to admire your work after you finished attacking his face.

It wasn't long before how close you were was evident, as was his own. His broken moans ringing out as you groaned softly, nails digging into his soft waist. "Vil, I-I'm close– I'm close—!" Your voice cracked with a gasp. Despite all of the work you've done on him, he seemed so tight beneath you.

"Cum." Vil managed to muster through it all. "Fill me—" You came quickly, seeing white as you released your cum into his body, knees almost buckling beneath you as you orgasmed with him. He came only seconds after, seed covering his stuffed stomach and your own.

Your mind was blank as you slowly pulled yourself out of him, panting softly. It was basically the fact one round wouldn't do much in the idea of filling him further. But the two of you were already done for the night by the look on his face and how much the world was spinning around you. "Clean, will you?" The vampire's words were more of a demand than anything, he watched you expectantly. You leaned down and used your tongue to clean his form, not breaking eye contact with him for a single second. You wished to please him and witness the pleasure he felt, greed was only natural after all.

As you finished working your tongue you planted a kiss upon his middle before standing back up and smiling at him. Vil couldn't help but be charmed by you, though a confession of that would be akin to an execution. A soft smile appeared on his face as he shook his head. "You take punishment well, do you? Try not to misbehave or it will get worse." You were no fool, you knew well enough that this was an invite to stay with him at his manor. For how long? Who knows. You were going to take this opportunity though.

"No promises." You joked with him. The cold facade he carried had melted for the time being. It was reassuring to see, knowing you won't be dying any time soon at least. "Let's get you to bed." Confidence filled your tone, though there was no chance in hell you would be making it three feet without falling or running into something in your state.

Vil covered his mouth and laughed softly, shaking his head. "Oh hush." In a true display of his magical capabilities he snapped his fingers, as he stood, a purple silk robe masking his formerly nude body. "You will not be doing anything, schatz." Waving his hand idly, he picked you up as if you were light as a feather. "You are fortunate to have met me of all people. There are others in the night who may not be so kind to you."

Even in your state you wouldn't consider it kindness, he was demanding and he spoke to you like he were royalty — you couldn't exactly say no to someone like that. Rather than speak you rested your head on him, painfully aware of his belly pressing against you. Praying that he wouldn't notice the fact you were growing aroused again.

The vampire took you to what you could only assume was his personal room, laying you in probably the softest bed you've ever felt in your life. Vil joined you after setting you down, allowing you to wrap your arms around him and spoon him.

"One day, could I fill you further than this?" Your thoughtless question made Vil sit up and crane his head to look at you. A scowl was plastered on his face as he shot you a glare. You didn't care though, the moon light against his face made it worth it.

Evidently, the smile you gave him made him back down, scoffing as he laid down again. "Ignoring your current arousal at this moment... I will consider it. Rest. I must have my beauty sleep."

You didn't need to be told twice, you buried your face into the back of his neck and held his middle as you savored the moment, hoping to do it again.

vil schoenheit

In Vil's case, he takes up most care of his form and near immortal beauty. His reputation and elegance are something he cherieshes deeply. A cold, icy vampire with a lot of power. Of course, he obtains the blood he desires when he wants it! It's hard to deny the fairest vampire in all of the land a drink, after all. So when you, a traveling human, stumble across the land of Pyroxene and the vampires that lurk in the dark — Vil took to you immediately, curious to just what your blood will taste like within his mouth. It doesn't take long for him to get what he desires. His beauty and the sweet as honey tone he spoke in make it easy.

As he straddles you, you gripping the plush of his thighs, be begins to feed off of you. The entire ordeal leaves you hot and bothered from the start. You can't help but watch as his grace becomes unraveled from your blood alone. Vil can't help himself. Strands of his hair falling in front of his face as he inches his form closer to yours. Even through your gradually weakening state, you take note of the fact that his midsection begins to strain against the sash, tracing his flawless form.

With what strength you can muster, you remove it, bearing witness to the bloat in his stomach. Even like this, he is handsome, terribly so. If this is how you were meant to die? So be it. Your greedy hands fall upon his clothed middle, taking in the glory of you being the reason he's so swollen.

Inevitably, Vil cannot drink any further, for you would die. But the feeling of his tummy bulging out further beneath your hands only made your dick harder than it already was in this situation.

As the vampire pulled back to admire his hard work, wiping some blood that trailed down his face — eyes clouded with lust, he stared to you. Vil would most definitely scold you for what you did to him at a later date, but he was hungry in another sense, and you were too. "Human, my hunger has yet to satiate all because of you..." His tone was low, like a threat, but with amusement laced within. "As punishment, you must fill me further." This was going to be a long night, but one you wouldn't regret at all.

rook hunt

Rook is a different story entirely. He knew of you the moment you stepped into Pyroxene. Those green eyes piercing into the back of your skull without your knowledge. Fresh meat, handsome at that. Of course, the hunter took interest in his prey. Perhaps a day or two of this, him learning your mannerisms, trying to predict your next move as you navigated the foreign land.

You felt the all too familiar feeling of being watched, but hoped it was only due to how new you were. One day, you finally cross his path directly. Probably the worst opportunity at that. His stalking led to the neglect of his own form, a foolish mistake on his end, but his infatuation with you left his awareness at a low. Now he was starving, and you were all he wanted.

You would think twice about roaming this country at night after this. Despire the blatant hunger that burned through his gaze, you were coaxed with ease to somewhere more secluded — thanks to his smooth talk and French. You didn't seem to take much notice just how much he knew about you, that or you just didn't care too much.

As the coast was clear, your hands gripped his waist, expecting something along the lines of a night filled with sex with a handsome man, but as his fangs were bared before you, you quickly realized your situation. It only took a few extra words of sweet talk for your neck exposed and his teeth in the flesh. Your hands gripped his waist tighter as you kept your hips as far away as you could, trying to hide your arousal from the hunter.

Great Seven, were you amazing to him. The thrill of the hunt and the taste of your blood rivaled anything he'd ever experienced before. You were his prize, so he fully intended on taking all he desired from you. Rook moved himself closer to you as he continued to feed. Gradually, you felt expansion beneath your hands as your body grew weaker.

He was taking his fill from you, in turn filling out his previously toned form. This sparked a fire in you, seemingly him as well as he rutted against you, swollen stomach pressing against your own. You didn't seem to mind the possibility of this being your final moments, any rational thought slipping from your mind.

Thankfully, Rook had restraint, pulling back as he planted a kiss to the wounds on your neck, humming happily as he admired his prize. "Ma belle..." As usual, he spoke sweet and soft, his eyes trailing to his own form. "Look at what you've done. You've filled me right up~" The blonde was clearly amused, removing the sash that strained against his middle. Then, guiding your hands to feel better.

By now it was common knowledge at NRC that something can and will go wrong. Your boyfriend, Leona just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

You heard a brief story from Trey about how some noxious fume as a result of two poorly mixed chemicals had managed to attack not only the entirety of the science club, but your boyfriend as he passed the door. Some second year students made a huge mistake, now Leona had himself locked away in his room. This wasn't entirely unheard of, it was the lazy second born prince after all — but the strange urgent tone the third year spoke with, and that frown on his face left you worried for your lover.

Unfortunately you had a few things to do as the prefect, most of which practically being the dirty work for Crowley. With that completed, your eyes wandered to your phone to check the time. A few hours had passed since Trey sought you out, the only thing on your mind being the hope that Leona was alright.

Swiftly, you made your way to Savanaclaw, brushing past the countless students and finding yourself outside his dorm. Ruggie stood outside, his ears flicking, sheepishly he flashed you a grin and stepped aside without a single word. Sure, Leona was practically your bitch, but usually the hyena wanted a thing or two before he complied with your demands. This day was just far too strange as is so you moved on without giving it much thought.

As you entered the room, you closed the door behind you quickly — immediately you were met with the sight of your boyfriend. He sported a look of pure discomfort, his face twisted into a grimace as his ears and tail flicked around idly. Leona was positioned against the headboard, slightly curled in on himself as if he were in pain. Worry flooded through you, regardless you took it upon yourself to lock the door, certain he would hate to be displayed with such vulnerability to other eyes — especially that of the Savanaclaw dorm's members.

"Leona, baby?" You called out as you cautiously stepped forward, worried about just what the hell he was going through to cause him to look so miserable.

What made matters worse is he barely acknowledged anything, his eyes squeezed shut momentarily as he panted out softly, breath hitched as if he were straining himself. "Mmm.." Was Leona's only response as his eyes finally met your own. They looked at your with that same neediness you remember all too well from the countless times you've fucked him senseless. Your dick stirred in your pants at the thought but you assumed this was far too inappropriate for the moment.

You moved closer, taking note of the sweat that beaded down his forehead, making his face look as if it were glowing. Even when suffering he was painfully handsome. "What's wrong, kitty?" The words spoken like honey rolled off of your tongue with ease as your hand gently cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against the flesh as you observed him with worry.

He mumbled something incoherently as his head leaned towards the warmth of your palm, his mouth slightly ajar as he panted softly, his fangs visible. Leona truly looked miserable, you felt terrible for him.

"Speak up, I can't hear you, Leona." Your tone was more firm, that seemed to snap some sense of awareness into the lion as his emerald eyes seemed to focus on you better.

"Damn herbivores with their potions..." His voice trailed as he shifted to sit up more, rather than silence a noise escaped him. "Nghh—" Fuck, that was hot. Your eyes widened slightly as you watched him moan right in front of you over seemingly nothing.

"Leona?" You could finally muster out as you prayed that the tent that began to form in your pants wasn't visible to his clouded mind.

"Shit — Prefect, just get outta here." The brunette grumbled as he didn't put much of an effort to get you out of his room.

"No way. What the hell is going on with you?" Your tone grew demanding again, Leona knew you would put up a fight, nor had he the right to be so cryptic with you. He quickly sighed as his tail curled inward and his ears flattened atop his head.

There was no point in beating around the bush. "That potion shit messed me up." Rather than verbally state just what was going on, he opted to show you. His gloved hands moved to his leather jacket, pulling it down and revealing a large issue. Or — issues for that matter.

You had to practically force your jaw to close as you had to bear witness to the wet spots that found themselves on either side of his shirt. Not to mention his chest seemed to strain further against the cloth than normal, his chest was larger and he was lactating. Only the Seven probably knew what the fuck those science club kids meant to do — but you knew for sure that all of the blood that rushed to your cock at the sight wouldn't go unnoticed much longer.

"Holy shit." Was all you could say as your hand trailed from his face to his chest. Was it kind to grope the sensitive and leaking, yet clothed chest of your boyfriend? No, but you did it anyway. As you squeezed one of his tits Leona couldn't help but moan out at the gesture. He really sounded like a bitch in heat. This didn't help anything at all.

"Fuck—" Your boyfriend cursed under his breath as his back arched slightly beneath your hand. Painfully sensitive. You couldn't hold back much longer.

"Leona, baby ..." Your voice lowered as your eyes wandered to his eyes from his chest. "Can I help you?"

"Ain't that why you're here? Hurry up." Leona whined at the end of his sentence.

You didn't need to be told twice for anything, your hands greedily took the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it up above his chest. In awe you soaked in the sight. His chest was swollen and puffy, his nipples far more shades darker than normal, beads of an off white liquid leaked from his chest like a faucet.

God.

There was no need to contain anything, your hands grasped his whore waist as you leaned your head to one of his neglected breasts, latching onto the teat like a newborn cub. The taste was sweet, better than anything — then again that could just be the lust clouding your mind.

He moaned beneath you as his hips jerked up, his own erect cock trapped beneath his jeans, rubbing against your form as you drank from him. Leona was quickly becoming undone, all because of his chest. What a slut. You'd practically pinned him to the headboard as you abused his tit with your mouth. His moans and cries laced heavily with whining, his head thrown back as he threatened to cum already — threatening to soil his jeans in his own fluids — all because you had him beneath you like some breeding bitch, drinking his milk.

With one done you shifted to the other, pulling his body closer to your own, rutting your clothed dick against his own, moaning on his chest. The vibrations only sent him closer to the edge, his hands moving up into your hair and gripping some of it in a fist as his cries of pleasure grew more broken.

It wasn't long before you grew impatient, pulling back to the dismay of Leona, him huffing as you fumbled to remove his clothes. Slipping the jeans down past his boxers, looking to the sizable wet spot that found itself at the top of the tent that formed. "What a slut." You remarked breathlessly, his cock twitching from your words alone.

"Shut the hell up and hurry — please." His plead came soft, you heard him, but weren't satisfied.

"What was that?" You questioned him, removing your own attire, letting your boxers fall to your ankles as you idly stroked your cock, groaning softly as a trail of precum dribbled out and down the shaft and hit your hand.

Leona was miserable already, and this didn't help. Not only had you opted to get him far more worked up than he wanted, but you immediately took to touching yourself in front of him — while he sat there neglected and needy. "Please." Your boyfriend replied, louder this time. "Please, please hurry up and fuck me."

With that you grinned, so easily had he begged. "You really are like a bitch in heat." Your hands moved from your dick to his boxers, pulling them down as his cock sprung out — a moan softly escaping his lips as the cooler air hit his greedy little dick. A hand moved to his tip, rubbing it as you pressed your thumb down over the hole. His breath hitched beneath you, his whines growing louder.

More often than not you would force him to grab the lube and lather your dick in it – but right now you chose at least some ounce of kindness, moving closer to his form as you reached over to his desk, grabbing a bottle of lube that was stashed behind his lamp. Beneath you he moaned, some part of your body brushed against his sensitive chest, you couldn't help but grin. With one hand you opened the lube, pouring a generous amount onto your cock and discarding the bottle to the side for the time being, spreading it all over as you lined yourself up with his hole.

"Such a fucking whore. I shouldn't be so kind to you. You should thank me for getting ready to fuck you full of cubs." You spoke in a low tone, your eyes preying upon his slutty form as if it were worth a million thaumarks. "Thank me, bitch."

Your demands were met with his dick twitching beneath your hand and a moan out of pure lust erupting from his throat. In true Leona fashion he panted beneath you. "Thank you. Thank you—" He groaned out, his body shuddering. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Prefect — please." His pleas are like a mantra.

Without hesitation you rammed your cock into his hole, removing your hand from his dick as you pounded into him ruthlessly. Rather than let the opportunity go to waste, both of your hands moved up to his sensitive nipples. You rolled them beneath your thumbs, treating the countless moans and breathless words that eacaped your boyfriend as you fucked him ruthlessly like they were nothing more than background noise.

Leona was already a mess, the milk that spilled from his chest trailing down his toned form. "Seven, Leona..." You remarked as you relished in the sight of his body. "You look so hot like this. All sensitive—" Your own voice was cut off by a groan that left your lips, you grew closer, forcing yourself to move quicker and more rough. "All swollen. Just imagine — You filled with my kids. I'd keep you on this dick til all you could say was my name." You growled down at him, for a human your instincts rivaled some beastmen.

Any amount of words that he may have tried to form were cut off by his mouth slightly ajar, drool pouring from the corners of his mouth as his moans were just about the only thing you could make out. You could tell by this alone he was dangerously close.

Your hands moved from his leaking tits to his sides as your nails dug in deep, bringing your head to the nape of his neck as you bit down like a wild animal. The only thing on your mind pressing yourself deeper, getting closer to his womb and cumming in him, filling him up with your seed and guaranteeing him pregnant. Of course this wasn't possible, yet — but your lust driven mind could care less. His tits were leaking milk after all. Leona was close to breeding bitch territory as is. Asking countless times in a month, at obscure times and even encouraging you to skip class, all to fuck him senseless.

Your movement was rough and erratic as you drew closer to the edge, eventually releasing what felt like a gallon of your hot seed into his hole. Leona came shortly after — crying out your name and spilling his cum over his and your torsos. He rocked out an orgasm against your dick, his knuckles pale as his hands gripped onto the blankets beneath him for dear life.

Eventually you had to pull off from him, the deep bite dug into his neck, the two of you panting out like dogs in the summer heat. Slowly you withdrew yourself from his ass, seed spilling from his abused hole. You laid beside him as you soaked in just what the two of you just did. It was abrupt and nothing more than a lust filled session. You could only hope he felt better, your eyes wandering to his face.

Leona seemed far less uncomfortable, his eyes half lidded as he finally looked like he would be able to sleep. You then eyes his chest, the swelling went down somewhat. They still seemed rather full, yet no milk seemed to escape them any longer.

Even in such a state you couldn't help but admire him, he was handsome, fucked senseless and was most definitely going to scold you for this entire ordeal. You knew deep down that not only he was grateful for you, but enjoyed this entire situation. He was such a needy lion after all.

As you opted to save the cleanup for a bit later, you wrapped an arm around your now sleeping boyfriend, pulling his form closer to you.

Bottom Leona has my heart and with lactation on the mind? It's a win-win! Hehe, I'm excited to share. . .

hehe ... I should probably kick this blog off with a growing interest of mine... that being emeto! I just find it so interesting and hot. Something so intimate about how vulnerable you are in a situation like that.

Nonetheless, I'll stop my unrelated ramble.

I just imagine caring for a sick Leona. A sick, lazy lion. He probably tries so hard to sleep it off, but with you practically pampering him with wet washcloths, cold water, and an ungodly amout of chicken soup (emphasis on chicken, he's a carnivore after all) — it's impossible to sleep! Of course that leaves you with a very unhappy kitty. Even more so when what you've been feeding him hasn't been digesting OR settling properly.

His misery goes spoken for, complaining as you rub his slighlty swollen tummy — trying so desperately for him to feel better. And as he leans over the side of the bed, what you thought were purrs, despite knowing lions can not purr, quickly succumbs to a gag that snuck up on the predator — vomiting what he ate onto the floor.

aaaa 🫠🫠🫠 I just imagine trying so hard to hide the arousal at such a sight while you tend to him. Such a feared housewarden all weak and pitiful before you. A sweating mess lay on top of countless pillows and blankets, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as his throat burns from emptying his stomach. You just give him more water and shift, so your growing arousal isn't as visible, using the washcloth to clean the beads of sweat trickling down his miserable little face.

You apologize for pushing him to eat and drink so much, but your tone is absolutely unapologetic... He looks so cute like this. You will definitely savor these moments.