Monster Loving... For Science

29. LUCIFER - Vivid Shadows 2023

“Look upon me, your shining morning star. See me, and see what my Father’s love is worth.”

This piece is from Vivid Shadows, an art series I do with my partner Jill. You can get the art book here!

Gaelfr, of Clan Bautul 😍 He's scarred, stubborn, and ready to barge into his ex-boyfriend's ex-mate's life! Hunting her food, chopping her wood, cooking her meals, keeping her safe from her enemies... and sleeping in her bed of course 👿

you realize after laying everything out that you forgot your lantern, meaning that you'll need to find firewood for the night. you sigh and grab your knife, starting toward the trail head. it looks more overgrown than it did when you first walked it, but you shake it off, knowing its likely just a trick of the waning light. you look down, trying to make sure you stay on the trail as best as you can. beneath your feet there are all kinds of thin vines snaking across the path, getting more and more abundant as you go. you look up and notice that the woods around you don't look quite so familiar, and you wonder if you went down a disused side trail. you're a bit worried, but you figure you can just retrace your steps to find your way back. despite knowing that you should probably head back before too much light leaves you, there's something compelling you to stay. you figure you're just curious about the flora, and continue on.

before too long, you look up and realize that not only has dusk set in, but you're in a clearing you're certain you've never been in before. it seems sunken in from the rest of the woods around you, with vines strung up between the trees, nearly blotting out all of the remaining sunlight. there are a couple dangling down, caressing your skin, and they make up a solid carpet under your feet. there's several species, and you investigate a few of them closer, curious to see the differences. one of them seem to have flowers in the early stages of blooming, while there are others that seem to have hooked barbs on them, and yet others that look like ivy.

you notice that some of the flowers seem to be blooming before your very eyes, opening and spreading their petals, and you grab one of the vines, examining it to see what could have caused it. the flower is unlike anything you've ever seen before, and you notice a thick layer of pollen on the inside of the petals. against your better judgement, you lean in and take a deep breath, breathing some of the pollen in. your vision grows foggy as your legs grow weak, and you sink to your knees, the vines soft underneath you. around you, the clearing starts to glow, multicolor lights emanating from inside the flowers. you look around in astonishment, unlike everything you've ever seen. as though it couldn't get any stranger, you swear that you can see some of the vines move, not from a breeze, but on their own. it seems impossible, but you swear that you can feel the vines moving, both around you and underneath you, and as they do, you realize just how hot the air is. you slide your jacket off, then figure that it can't hurt to take off your shirt too. you don't want to overheat and figure that you should stay there for a while so as to not overexert yourself. the vines against your skin are so comforting, and you can't help but sink down further on to the ground, if only to feel them against your bare skin. they feel cool, squirming underneath you as you sink back, letting them surround you. some of them start to climb their way under your pants and into your socks, and you take them off as well. it seems foolish to keep them on if nature is just going to work its way in anyway.

once your clothes are gone, the vines wrap around your limbs, and you try to sit up, but they hold you down, the hooked barbs sinking into your skin. as you start to struggle, you watch as a larger vine made up of several smaller ones coiled together slips into your mouth, going down your throat. the vines start to break off from one another, one group of them sinking down into your lungs, releasing more of the pollen directly into them. almost as soon as it does, you go limp, though you can still feel every one of the vines writhing around on your skin. the other group goes toward your stomach, stopping just short and releasing some kind of liquid. as soon as you feel it start to fill you, your skin grows hotter and more sensitive, and you wonder if you would be able to get your hand away from the vines for long enough to try and get yourself off. as though they can tell what you're thinking, a few of the vines start to dance over your clit, and you gasp, the sensation made even more blissful by the aphrodisiacs the vines gave you. they pull away, and you try to move to feel any sort of friction, but the vines don't seem to want to give it to you. instead, the vines beneath you start to work your ass open as another one curls its way up your leg and slides into your cunt, and you let out a quick gasp. the vines slither around inside of you, filling you and sliding against every inch of your insides, and you moan.

one of the vines slides up to your clit again, barely touching it, but even that makes you tremble with pleasure, desperate to find out just how far the vines will go. it moves delicately, almost as though it's aware that you want to feel it touch you, but that it will be so much better if it makes you wait for it. the vine starts to twitch, randomly hitting your clit as it does, though the vine still down your throat does a good job of stifling the sounds that its pulling out of you. you can feel more of the liquid being released and you melt even further into the vines, unable to think about anything but the feeling of them on your skin and inside of you, still moving around, for what purpose, you couldn't care less. every time the vine touches your clit you can feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, and you don't know how much longer you can take it teasing you. fortunately, it decides that it's had enough fun playing with you and presses right up against your clit, sliding over it and into your already full pussy to the point where you can see a small bulge where the vines are inside of you. as the vine continues to slide into your cunt, the ones in your ass finally slow down, having filled you as much as you think you can physically take. as you start to get used to the sensations of the vines that are still moving around you, they all start to shake, stimulating you in ways that you didn't know you could be stimulated, and you gasp as every one of the vines inside of you comes at the same time, all releasing their aphrodisiac into you. you can't even make a sound, the orgasm ripping through you and sending every part of you into a heat unlike any you've ever known. after they've emptied themselves into you, the vines keep moving just for you, working themselves over your clit and your inner thighs as the aftershocks burn through you. another orgasm builds and crashes down on you before you can even recover from the first one, and the vines keep you like that, cumming like you never have before, your brain gone, only thinking about the near unbearable pleasure, for hours on end. every now and then, they give you more of their euphoric aphrodisiacs, keeping you mindless while they fuck you senseless. there's cum oozing out of you, both yours and the vines, sticky like sap, making it nigh impossible for the vines to go anywhere even if they wanted to. you eventually pass out from it all, the feeling of everything becoming too much for you to take.

Merman x male human

NSFW: underwater sex, anal, hand job, frotting, weird dick, mate bond

It was a storm at sea that sent the naval captain to his true home—into the waiting arms of his merman mate.

Through the chaos of the thrashing waves and rain and lightning, the merman spotted his human careen over the side of his ship, struck by something on deck, bloodied and unconscious.

The merman darted to him, caught him, kept him breathing while the storm blew itself out. Saving his human’s life took less than an hour.

Nursing him back to health took weeks. The merman had brought him to a little island, and it was there that he fussed over him day after day, gently applying poultices made of sea plants to his wounds, gathering fresh water for him to drink, tutting at him when he didn't eat enough of the fish he brought him, helping him clean himself with reverent, tender touches from his webbed hands.

The captain tried to ask where he was, what had happened to his ship, but they spoke vastly different languages. Still, they drew pictures for each other in the wet sand to learn a few words that they could share, and the companionship eased the captain’s distress about being a castaway. There was something uniquely pleasant about just listening to the strange lilting croon of the merman’s voice, even if the human couldn’t understand most of what he said. The merman only left him for short periods of time, but the captain missed him in these interludes, and every time he came back, he fixed the captain with such a delighted smile that it made him feel as though the merman must enjoy his companionship as well.

On the day that the merman decided he need not apply any new poultice to his now-healed wounds, the captain caught his hand before he withdrew it. “Thank you,” he told the merman with feeling, looking deep into his eyes, hoping he could understand his meaning. He pulled the merman’s hand to his chest and covered it with the other of his own, then nodded at him. “I thank you.”

The merman tilted his head, eyes glowing with warmth. “Thank you,” he repeated back in his strange accent.

The captain smiled in amusement. “You have nothing to thank me for. I’ve been nothing but trouble for you.”

“Nothing. Trouble.”

The captain released his hand and nodded, tapping his chest, still smiling. “Right. That’s me.”

The merman shook his head. “No. Shula.” And he leaned forward and kissed him.

The captain’s stomach swooped and tumbled just like it had the first time he’d been sailing. The merman tasted like the sea, briny and cool and untamed. He laid his hands on the captain’s chest and pulled back to smile at him, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Za’Shula.” The captain watched his lips and tongue slowly make the foreign sounds, falling from his lips with a sensuality that he could feel buzzing into him, soothing and exciting him both.

The merman pulled himself over the sand back to the sea, coaxing the captain to follow, gesturing at him to remove his tattered breeches and shirt, and the captain obeyed, wanting to be like the merman, uncovered and free. They went into the water together, further and further until his legs could no longer reach the seabed, and the merman pulled him into an embrace, his arms and tail wrapping around the human as they bobbed at the surface of the water together. His mouth found the human’s again, tongue swirling inside, warmth swirling in his belly, then sinking lower, lower, down into his cock.

The human’s eyes fluttered shut, and he felt his body sinking, head slipping under the surface, but the merman’s hold on him protected him from fear. Water surrounded him completely, yet with the merman's mouth on his he could breathe somehow. He felt weightless and free, disconnected from everything except the merman, his body his only tether to reality.

Their bodies swayed together, scales against flesh down below, then flesh against flesh, the merman's twinned tapered cocks emerging from their slit, twisting around each other to form one thick, ridged member, then sliding up the hard line of the human's cock. Hips rolled, erections grinding together, hot and slick, the merman's smearing the human's with something warm and slippery that the sea water could not remove. The human moaned, realizing what that slippery coating was for, knowing just where those twinned cocks were going to go.

When the merman broke the kiss, still the human felt no pressure in his lungs, no panic to breathe, only that peaceful freedom of weightless floating as he was turned in the merman’s hold and felt him lining himself up behind him. A deep croon vibrated in the merman's chest, soaking into the human to soothe him, even while heated anticipation flooded his veins.

Salt water rushed into the human's mouth, flown open in a silent scream at the stretch of the merman's cocks slowly sinking home, but still there was so pain, that trill bubbling against his skin from the merman's lips at his neck, making him feel blissful and hazy despite the immense pressure of being filled by merman cock.

Deeper and deeper it sank into him, until he had it all, scaled hips pressed to his ass, the merman cooing unintelligible praise into his ear. He stroked in and out of him smoothly, steady waves of pleasure rolling through him. A webbed hand wrapped around his cock, another flattening against his chest to hold him in place as the merman drove into him with greater force, his blood rushing faster with each demanding thrust.

The merman's moan mingled with the hum of the ocean, the only warning before the cocks swelled inside the human, strained, pulsed, erupted with a rush of liquid heat. The human turned his head back, frantically searching for the merman's mouth amid the drifting cloud of their mingled hair in the water. He captured his lips, kissed him through the end of his climax, tasted his groan of pleasure right as he released his own. Milky white seed jetted out of his cock into the water around them as the man's orgasm ripped through him like a hurricane.

Slowly the storm cleared, like they always did. The merman and human were floating on the current now, still united but loose and limp. A fresh croon started in the merman’s chest, and it held a distinct note of satisfaction that matched the contented smile on his face. “Za’Shula,” he murmured into the skin of the human’s neck.

It took him a week more of hearing this phrase daily from his merman to realize that it didn’t mean “sex,” it was a name the merman was calling him. And it took him a few weeks longer still to know enough of the merfolk tongue to understand that it meant “my mate”—and not at all the type of mates he was used to in the navy.

That life of uniforms and rules and battles was so distant from him now. He hadn’t been a naval captain since the moment he’d shed his clothes on the beach and gone into the sea to join himself with his merman. He’d been reborn as the merman’s love mate, to enjoy a carefree, simple, happy life together on this island for the rest of their shared days.

~ 🧜‍♂️🎩 ~

There, I got one merfolk fic done right before the wire for Mermay!

Written for the Monstrous May Challenge by @johannestevans.

in new zealand, our evil government are trying to legislate definitions of women and men, in ways that are legally incoherent but clearly trying to pave the way for more horrifically transphobic legislation. we have an election in a few months but our main opposition party, and all our mainstream news media, are so spineless and cooked that there's a good chance the ghouls will win reelection.

it took 2 whole months for local terf group 'speak up for women' to get 2,000 signatures on the petition that led to this new bill in our parliament.

it's taken five days for this pro-trans 'they don't speak for us' petition to get 17,000 signatures.

this is a show of support that is really heartening for a lot of trans people in our corner of the world.

cis/ish women, if you're from here but haven't signed yet, please do. and if you're not from here and you know any new zealanders, could you send them this petition? a full fifth of our population lives overseas, and there's a good chance they don't follow the news.

I am begging the UK trans community and its allies to attend the Mass Lobby at Parliament on June 25th, 11am-4pm, organised by Trans Solidarity Alliance.

The new EHRC Code of Practice pushes trans people out of toilets, hospital wards, and community spaces. It normalises gender policing based on appearance and stereotypes. It becomes statutory guidance in the UK by the end of June.

Trans people are now legally their assigned gender at birth and must join gendered spaces accordingly, but if they are perceived as their lived gender, they can also be ejected from those spaces. The guidance says: either break the law, or don’t pass too well.

A mass lobby is where you invite your MP to discuss your concerns with you in-person. Ask your MP to:

Demand full parliamentary scrutiny, debate, and use their free vote on the EHRC Code of Practice.

Support any motions rejecting the EHRC guidance. As of June 4th, Labour MP Nadia Whittome has submitted a prayer motion - Early Day Motion 240.

Write to Bridget Phillipson, the Minister for Women and Equalities about our concerns

Your MP does not have to be an ally, they do not have to respond to your email for you to show up and greencard them (details below the cut.) What matters is that as many people as possible show up.

I cannot stress this enough: Showing up in person matters. It is much more effective than petitions, emails, and letters.

It is a horrible, stressful time, and I am so sorry if you're trans and live in the UK. But I was at last year's mass lobby and the line for greencarding alone stretched around the back gates. It was a record breaking mass lobby and made us impossible to ignore. Let's do even better this time. Details under the cut:

sleeping on your side isn't any better they love cuddle fucking

sleeping on your back? basically asking them to put you in a mating press.

i tried uploading this spiderpinup here but it was too much for tumblr - you can see the whole thing here on bluesky :) Just because I drew some spinnerets...