Monsters' pet

“Yesss…” Your voice feels weird, like it’s not yours, but the second your hands made contact with his soft fur, you are moaning. Fuck, it does feel so good. “Maybe without clothes…” You are pulling them off your body before the thought fully registers, and you see the tentacle-monster doing the same in your periphery. Perfect. So much skin and fur.

You straddle the werewolf lap, and he moans in sync with you. You move against each other, hands exploring and marveling at each single touch. It’s like everything is amplified, and you want it all. You are grinding your pussy against his dick when the tentacle monster moves closer.

“You two are as high as kites right now, aren’t you?” The tentacle monster sounds absolutely delighted by this fact, his whole body undulating in his way towards you. He’s so fucking hot… You want those tentacles in every single one of your holes.

He positions himself behind you, his tentacles reaching to touch both of your bodies, while you bite down on your werewolf’s neck, and he continues being as vocal as possible about it. Each sound is like a stroke to your clit, and you fucking love it. Vocal monster is where the juice is at, for sure.

A tentacle touches your lower back, and you arch towards him, more than ready to be filled. “I’m going to fuck your holes, is that what you want? I bet you two would sound so pretty while I fuck my tentacles in your holes. Do you want that, darlings?” Your nod comes with a soft moan when one of his tentacles touches your dripping pussy. “Fuck, you are so warm and wet. Velvety soft. You are so fucking perfect. What a perfect human pussy for me.” You don’t see what he’s doing, but you hear his next words and your whole world stops for a second. “And you? Fuck. You are so tight. Has anybody fucked your tight asshole, pet? I bet not. Do you want to? Do you want my tentacles inside of you?” Your werewolf roommate is nodding so fast and hard your whole body is shaking on top of his.

It takes a couple of minutes of teasing before you are begging for him to fuck you already, but he magically produces a bottle of lube that he carefully drips down your crack. You shiver at the temperature, and let out a choked moan when he applies more. It drips down your pussy and onto the werewolf balls… and even lower.

You look over your shoulder to see him using his fingers. The werewolf looks completely dizzy with pleasure, jaw slack and head thrown back. Fuck. That’s so hot.

You are next in the stretching line, his fingers not being as careful with you because he knows you like the sting of a bit of pain. He does a quick work with your ass, and you already know he’s not going to use his bigger tentacles on you. He’s probably saving them for your werewolf roommate. Fuck yes.

“Everyone ready?” His tone is way too cheerful, and makes you giggle while the werewolf nods frantically. Your laughter dies on your mouth when he presses forward, filling both of your holes at the same time. And by the sounds the werewolf is making… filling him nicely, too.

By the time he’s fully inside, you are already begging for more, and the werewolf dick pressing against your lower abdomen is leaking profusely, creating a sinful friction against your skin.

And then all games and amusement are far away from your mind when he starts moving behind you.

The tentacle-monster fucks you in tandem, his tentacles pushing in and out of your holes while he does the same with the werewolf under you. The combination of the wet sounds with the grunts and moans is like a symphony of sin, and it’s driving you completely insane.

Everything feels heightened, everything is too much and too little at once. And you crave more.

You start bouncing, trying to get the tentacles deeper and harder. But what you get is the werewolf dick rubbing against your clit in the most filthy way possible. You are so wet his knot is like the perfect texture, and before you know it you are rubbing yourself against him.

The angle is weird, and it twists the tentacles inside of you in a way that hits a point inside of you that’s like pressing against the pleasure center in your brain with each single thrust. You might be ascending into heaven. Maybe it’s outer space. Maybe you are an astronaut right now, being fucked by a tentacle monster while you grind your wet pussy against a werewolf’s knot. Fuck.

“If you don’t stop talking I’m going to embarrass myself,” the werewolf says out loud, and you realize, once more, that your high self is broadcasting the thoughts into the universe.

“No, no. Don’t stop,” the tentacle monster says behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic, one of his tentacles holding you down so you can grind harder against the knot. That’s so fucking hot. They both moan at that. “Make him come. Let me see how pretty you two look coming undone around me. Being filled by my tentacles.”

And you are nothing but a good girl who likes following orders, because your movements became frantic and before you can even process it, your orgasm is rocking your whole body and you are gushing over the werewolf knot, clenching over the tentacles in your holes while everyone around you also starts cursing and moaning. It’s perfect. It’s wonderful… There’s a little puddle of werewolf cum against your stomach.

That last thought makes you giggle, which jolts your hips and makes everyone moan again. Your tentacle-monster tries to hold you still, but you are not so easy. You grind your hips against the tentacles once more, milking their oversensitivity while you chase your second orgasm, much to their pleasure and demise.

The second you come again, they completely sag. The werewolf falls back against the mattress, and the tentacle monster plasters his whole front against your back, creating the perfect human sandwich.

“I’ll clean you both… Just… Just give me... a minute,” he blurts out, and you don’t complain. You are more than cozy between them, still filled and clenching.

At the end, your tentacle-monster roommate doesn’t get to clean you up, because you start rolling your hips, making both of them groan… and it ends up in a second round. And a third. Maybe a fourth, things are a bit foggy.

You smiled when you heard him inside. There were mumbles of your name, and you thought he was singing that stupid song with your name on it. The one he was always annoying you with and you secretly loved. But when you opened the door, that wasn’t what you found.

He was jerking off. Your werewolf best-friend was masturbating. Right there.

His clawed hands were wrapped around his dick and working up and down his leaking shaft. His back was arched and he was panting, eyes closed and neck tense. He looked good enough to eat. You almost swallowed your tongue, your head suddenly empty at the thought of his dick.

You made a choked sound and he realized that you were there a bit too late. “Wha- WHAT?!” He exclaimed, his eyes blown wide and looking almost funny.

He tried to cover himself up with the sheet, but it was too late. There was no way you could unsee that. Unsee his big as fuck werewolf dick. Could you even take that? Fuck. He was your best friend, you shouldn’t be thirsting over him. That was rude… right? But he was mumbling your name when you opened the door. You heard that right.

He broke you out of your mental spiral. “Why are you here?” He asked when he made sure he was covered. Or as covered as he could be. Your eyes were still fixated on what was under the sheet.

“It’s my house,” you deadpanned, feeling just a tiny bit bad about it.

He was breathing hard, his chest on full display, little droplets of sweat traveling between his peck and making you think of all kinds of naughty situations. “Why didn’t you knock?” He questioned, still looking a bit pale.

You were barely coherent when you answered him. “I had a bad day. And wanted some cuddles. So I came here, and heard my name… Why did I hear my name?” You asked when your brain regained somewhat a sense of understanding of the situation.

His eyes got as big as plates, and he tried to defuse the situation. “Listen…” He looked almost guilty. Why does he…?

The realization of what that implied hit you right in the chest. “You like me,” you let out in a shocked but hopeful gasp. You were smiling so big your cheeks hurt. “You really like me. Big ass, rolls and all that. You like me.” You were blown away with the realization, but you were elated.

He looked almost offended at your depreciation. “Is that so hard to comprehend?”

You smiled at him once more, your heartbeat going bat-shit crazy in your chest. “I like you, too,” you confessed.

He threw himself across the room in a movement that could rival the speed of lightning. One second he was on the bed, and the next second you were laid flat on the carpet, his werewolf body blanketing yours. He was licking up your neck and you were giggling.

“Say it again,” he begged against your neck.

“I like you,” you punctuate each word with a tiny kiss.

He pulled back just enough to look at your eyes. “Thank fuck!” Then he kissed you.

It was messy and more teeth than lips, but somewhat fantastic. Your first kiss summarized your whole relationship, a bit rough, a bit chaotic, but just perfect. Your shirt and pants flew, or maybe he ripped them off your body. You weren’t sure and didn’t care. He could rip your whole wardrobe for all you cared about as long as he didn’t stop kissing you like he wanted to devour you completely.

“I’m obsessed with how soft you are,” he mumbled against your neck, his long tongue doing wonders to the nerve endings there. You were already panting and he barely touched you. You were still wearing underwear for fuck’s sake.

“Don’t say that,” you complained. You weren’t the best at receiving compliments.

“But it’s true!” He pulled back and looks at you, his ears twitching in the most adorable way. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.” He punctuated each fact with kisses down your neck and chest, driving you insane. “The way you’d look under me. How I’d touch every inch of your body. How I would pinch and lick and grope every fucking luscious part of you. How pretty your pussy would look stretched with my knot.”

“Fuck. Yes. Yes to that. Knot me. Fuck.” You weren’t making any sense, but you wanted that.

“Wait, really?” He sounded shocked.

“Yes.” You wanted all of that. Starting with his knot.

He threw his head back as if it pained him to know that. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. You can’t say stuff like that to me,” he mumbled, grabbing your ass and getting up with you between his arms. You let out a choked scream and he chuckled.

“Why?” You giggled when he dropped you to the bed, making you bounce a little.

He points at the ground where you just were. “I almost came right there.” The fact that he almost lost control of himself just because of that was intoxicating.

“Aww, poor baby,” you half joked.

He growled playfully, covering your body once more and reaching down. He teased your opening with his fingers, finding you soaking wet. “You are so fucking wet, good goddess. I’m going to slide right it.” You both knew that wasn’t true, he was so big… “Let me stretch your pussy and then I’m going to blow your mind,” he finally said.

You were about to tell him he already did, but two of his fingers plunged into your pussy, and you were left incoherent while muttering broken vowels. He smirked at you, fangs showing while he worked another finger in. It felt so good you couldn’t even express it.

“More,” you whispered.

He complied, adding a third and a fourth, stretching you beyond anything you’ve ever had. And that was saying a lot because you had your own werewolf dildo. But it still wasn’t as big as he was.

“Come on. I need- I need you inside of me,” you pulled at his fur, making him flinch, but he pulled his fingers back and positioned himself.

“Ready to be mine?” You nodded frantically.

He pushed inside of you at a slow pace, thrusting shallowly until you were begging for more, just to give you a tiny bit. He repeated this until you were almost crying, begging him to fuck you properly. He was sweating on top of you, clearly trying to control himself.

By the time he bottomed out, you were breathless, tears slipping down your face. He carefully wiped them away, kissing your lips softly. “You okay?” You nodded.

“Move already,” you pressed your heels down on his lower back and he chuckled.

And then he moved, and everything exploded. All the things wrong in the world got solved, your worries disappeared, and you were nothing but his own personal human fucktoy. You loved it.

You were screaming, or maybe moaning, you weren’t sure of what you were anymore. The pleasure was so intense your brain was melting, and you were worried you were about to create the wrong kind of puddle on the bed. He smiled down at you, all fangs, and you grabbed him by the wolfy ears, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted of future.

“Touch yourself. Come for me,” he mumbled against your lips.

You reached down, and the second you rubbed your clit, fireworks exploded behind your eyelids, your whole body shaking under him while he let out a howl and you felt the stretch of his knot expanding at your entrance. It was too much. Your body could barely take it, but it felt so incredibly good you were sure you were about to experience a little death.

When you came back to your senses, he had turned you around, your body laying on top of his and his knot still pulsating inside of you. “That was… wow,” he whistled and you giggled, cuddling to his chest trying to catch your breath.

The first lonely tear travels down your cheek, and you sigh, too tired to even sob anymore. You close your eyes, willing to sleep to come even if just to get a bit of a relief from your body, but instead you feel something curling around your hand. You open your eyes and see a tentacle, or a shadow, or something in between.

“What the fuck?!” You screech while another tentacle curls around your middle, scaring you enough to move. But the tentacle follows, and before you realize there’s a huge creature looming over you and looking… concerned? “Don’t hurt me, please,” you tell him, unable to work through your fear.

“Don’t be afraid, human. I will take care of you.” You look at him (or maybe her, you aren’t sure of the gender of the creature) perplexed. What is he saying? Take care of you? You don’t even know what he is.

“Who- what are you?” You ask, confused, but a bit less scared for some reason. His tentacles are still around your body, and they are pulsating in a way that feels very nice against your tired self.

“I live here,” he says like it’s nothing, a tiny smile appearing in his monstrous face. “Under the bed,” he clarifies, pointing down and making you gasp when his tentacles start massaging your sore muscles. A moan escapes your lips.

Slowly, he keeps moving around your body, nothing too inappropriate, not like your sinful moans every time he works a knot off your muscles. It’s like his tentacles are magic, working through every little tension in your body until you are pliant and relaxed, a very low hum of pain under all of it, it never truly disappears, but you feel better than you have in days.

Once you can barely move, lying down on the bed and feeling content, he disappears for a second. He’s back a couple of minutes later, with a sandwich, a glass of water, and your pills. He sits back and observes you while you take all of it.

He’s smiling proudly when you finish everything, your eyes dropping while you try not to fall asleep right there and then. “Go to sleep, I’ll guard you while you are weak, little human,” he says, caressing your forehead with one of his tentacles.

You want to argue, you want to thank him… But your eyes are very heavy and you really, really want to sleep.

Pleasure so intense and big it passes through your body like an earthquake.

You can’t do anything but to hold on for dear life as he plays with your body and starts probing each one of your holes. Your throat feels raw because of the pleasure screaming, and the second his tentacles start breaching into your holes, your eyes roll back into your head, drool dripping from your chin as incommensurable pleasure filters through every one of your cells until you are nothing but a bundle of overexcited nerves that can only feel pleasure.

Pleasure.

Pleasure.

So much of it’s almost painful, as if whatever he did to you is rewiring your brain and making you feel everything all at once… And you can’t get enough. You are sobbing and squirming, but the mimic only gives you a hint of freedom before he’s fucking into your holes again. You can barely breathe, but it’s so good you don’t feel worried anymore.

The lightest of touches feels like the edge of orgasm, which makes you feel like it can’t be true. This can’t feel so good, can it? What did he do to you? Do you even care as another orgasm rips through your body? The answer is clearly not. In the back of your mind, you wonder what will happen if this continues, what will happen if he continues fucking you so good you can’t even feel the pain of it? But you don’t give that voice any more thought as another wave of pleasure rocks your body.

It continues like that for who knows how long, being stretched, pinched, fucked… Filled completely. You are a mess of sobbing, pleasure so good it feels like pain, and so many fluids you don’t know which ones are yours and which aren’t. You don’t care, though.

You don’t know what it is, you’ve never been a size queen, but thinking about your girlfriend with the monster dildo, fucking you into the mattress and being so full you can barely talk… It’s doing things for you. Naughty things. And you want to bring it up every day, but she only says “soon” and smirks in your direction.

But the time has come, and she prepared everything, going as far as buying a whole kit of stretching plugs. She’s smiling at you as she carefully takes out her new box of toys. Stretching toys.

You blush just thinking about the purpose of those plugs, getting more and more aroused with each second of your girlfriend just staring at your naked form in front of her. Your pussy is already a soaking mess, and you don’t want anything but to get fucked onto the mattress right now.

She pats your leg, bringing you back to the present and into your body. “Are you ready, babe? This is going to take a while, but I’m going to make sure you enjoy every little stretch.” The edge of confidence in her voice is so sexy you have to swallow around the knot in your throat.

“Ye- Yes,” you stutter, whole body vibrating in anticipation as she parts your legs and holds them apart with her vines. Fuck, that’s always so hot, but today it feels incredibly hot.

She uses her fingers to rub your clit a little, chuckling when you let out a desperate moan. It takes her only a few seconds, that feels like an eternity to you, but she helps the first plug one in you. It doesn’t feel that big, barely medium sized, but it’s a weight inside of you that’s driving you slowly insane as she moves and twirls it around.

“Does that feel good, babe?” You nod, drawing tiny circles with your hips trying to get more of that slow brewing pleasure inside of you. It doesn’t take long before she’s asking: “Are you ready for the second one?”

You are more than desperate for more when you let out a breathy: “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“Spread your legs further for me,” she instructs. You comply, her vines firmly tied around your ankles to help you maintain the posture as she stares at your soaked pussy. “You are so fucking wet for me, such a good girl already. You are taking it so well.” You moan at her words.

She pulls the little plug out and you see the second size in her hand. This one is approximately the biggest toy you’ve ever had, and it already feels like a promise of more. You arch your back lightly and she chuckles before pressing it against your entrance.

It takes her a bit more getting that one on, coaching you with sweet words and lots of praise as you preen and pant. Your whole body feels like an exposed nerve, and her refusal to touch your needy clit is only making everything feel way too intense and not enough at the same time.

You can hear his intake of breath as you part your legs a tiny bit further, enough for her to see the plug completely buried in you. Her tiny whimper of need sends sparks of pleasure down your body that only accentuate the feel of the second plug inside of you.

“It’s so big,” you tell her between heavy breaths.

“Oh, yeah? You like it big? Does it feel okay in my pretty human’s pussy?” You moan something like a yes that ends up sounding just like a desperate plea.

She takes mercy on you, moving it around and pressing up until it hits your G-spot and you scream her name. She continues her sweet torture on your pussy for a while, a loooooooooooooooooong while, or maybe just a few minutes. You don’t know how time works anymore, you can only feel her vines around your body and the way the plug moves and weights inside of you, stretching you open for her.

“Fuck, babe, look at you. It looks so puffy and swollen for me. You are going to look so pretty wrapped around my dildo.” You blush hard, your pussy clenching around the plug. “Fuck, do that again.” You clench again and she moans obscenely. “Your pussy looks so good, just thinking I’m going to fill you to the brim… Fuck, babe. Can you- can you take the next one?” Her voice sounds as wrecked as you.

You nod, unable to form words. Your moans turn into begging the second she pulls the plug out, grabbing the biggest one and rubbing it against your soaked center to lube it up. The coldness of it is like lightning to your senses, and you cry out her name.

She slowly pushes it inside, the biggest part slipping in a rush as your whole body gives in to the size. It feels… It feels… You can’t even think of how it feels. Your brain can only conjure so many words and they are basically: Full. More. Fuck. Please.

Lucky for you, your girlfriend always knows every tiny change in your reactions, because she twirls it around and makes you cry out her name again, “such a sweet pussy. Such a good girl for me, taking the biggest plug, getting ready for my dick.” You preen, whole body flushed and your orgasm so close you can taste it. “Are you ready for my dick, babe? Do you want my big dildo inside of you?”

That one you know the answer to: “YES!” Your scream could wake up the dead for all you cared about at the moment.

She rapidly slips into the harness, the dildo not that long but girthy in a way that makes your eyes cross just looking at it. She positions herself, tip at your entrance before her hips move forward very slowly, little by little as if she’s scared of hurting you. You want to wrap your legs around her and make her go faster, but her vines are firmly in place around your ankles, opening you up completely to her.

By the time she’s fully inside your brain is nothing but a puddle of desire and you are sweating. “How does it feel?” She asks, voice tense and eyes fixated on the point where the dildo is buried inside of you.

You can only let out a word: “Full.” There’s desire and amazement written all over her body as she experimentally moves her hips, and you let out a scream.

She starts slowly, her green body undulating over yours as her hips get faster and faster, each thrust making your eyes roll back into your head. It’s like all your cells are connected to the nerves in your pussy, the fullness overriding any other feeling in your body, as pleasure as big as a supernova fills you.

She’s fucking you like piston when she finally touches your clit with her thumb. “Come for me, come around my dick, babe. Be a good girl for me.”

It’s the good girl what does it, your body tensing completely before releasing completely in a gush of juices and a plethora of curses as you come harder than ever. She fucks you through it, vines caressing all your sensitive parts as she keeps thrusting inside of you to drive your orgasm as high as it can go.

You have to beg her to stop, body too tired and too oversensitive as she slowly pulls out of you. Her eyes instantly find your gaping hole, and she stares, and stares…

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joke between pants.

He doesn’t deny it, how could he when his hands are already pulling your skirt up and ripping your panties away? “Well… I wouldn’t if my wife wasn’t as hot as lava.” You let out a giggle, and he takes it as the invitation it is.

In seconds, your back is against the flower field and his body is covering yours. You are still stretched from your morning fuck, and he takes full advantage, his fingers exploring both of your holes. You feel the coldness of lube, and you chuckle, knowing fully well he came prepared to do exactly this. He always does. His exhibitionism kink gets an extra kick from fucking you out in the open like this. And you… You love it, too.

It doesn’t take much for him to get you fully ready, and his pants around his thighs, his two dicks throbbing between your bodies while you lick your lips.

You never get tired of his body, of the perfect combination of orc and naga that allows his body to remain cold while giving him a scaly texture all over that is perfect for when your naked bodies are frotting against each other. But the best part of him being a hybrid is… well, the fact that your husband has two beautiful cocks that he gets to use on you as often as possible.

“You ready, my flower?” He grunts against your ear and in response you arch your back, more than ready to be fucked.

He positions himself, slowly feeding his two dicks into your holes. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you, the first second of his dicks entering you always brings a gasp to your throat. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible, and when he starts to move… You might die right there and then because the pleasure is completely otherworldly.

Marrying a hybrid might be the best decision of your life, because being fucked with two dicks routinely is the dream of many, and you get to live it. Which is fucking fan-tas-tic when your naga/orc husband starts to fuck you, pressing your back against the flowers and probably destroying most of them. Not that you care when he’s pistoning into your holes like his life depends on it. And yours, too.

Because what is life for if not to get fucked by your husband’s dicks in the middle of a flower field?

He starts fucking you slowly, but when your nails dig onto his back and your heels dig on his ass, he takes the hint and starts fucking you like you want. Fast and rough, passion and desperation driving each one of his movements.

Your hand slips between your bodies, and you touch your clit in the perfect way to accompany his thrusts. It doesn’t take long for you to fall over the edge, screaming his name and watching how all the birds around fly away at the outburst. The reminder that you are in the middle of a field, where anyone could see you, makes your orgasm better.

Your husband starts grunting, his thrusts erratic, and you feel his dick throbbing inside of you, the telltale sign he’s about to come. He pulls out right before he comes, painting the flowers next to you, the ones you picked, with a white glaze that makes you giggle, breathlessly.

“You destroyed my flowers!” You tell him, but there’s no anger behind your words. He looks guilty as fuck, though, which you are going to exploit. “Now it will look all bad…” You falsely pout, much to his horror when he looks at you.

“I’ll get you more. I’ll get you a whole bouquet. Or two! Come on, my flower, don’t pout. I’ll help you pick up some flowers, okay?” He tries to negotiate, and you break, smiling at him. “Oh, you hellion, you dare to trick me?” He grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder, patting your ass playfully while you screech. “Flower picking will wait,” he announces, already marching towards your house, your pussy tingling with anticipation to get another round.

The reality was that you craved it. You’d been dreaming of being with werewolves since you had memory. All your sexual fantasies included werewolves, being used, being fucked within an inch of your life... You wanted that as much as you needed to breathe to stay alive. And when the opportunity arose, you took it.

And you couldn’t be happier about it.

The treaty was supposed to be a way for them to continue their lineage. To have more little werewolves in the world, but in reality… They don’t care. They don’t care that you can’t give them kids, they don’t care about breeding in that way.

They only want to fuck you dumb, to have you so filled of come it becomes the only thing you can think about.

And they aren’t never far away from you, taking care of you in every way they could. And that includes fucking you senseless every time you beg a little. They love to pass you around as you groan and moan. They love to tease and edge you until you are begging to be fucked, just to chuckle at your neediness.

But all of that didn’t surprise you that much, what really surprised you is how they are as needy as you are. Always hard and ready to fuck you, always so horny they can come and come and come… The famous werewolf stamina is more than real (is even downplayed). For the first three days of your arrival, they fucked you for hours and hours, one after the other until your stomach was bloated and your hole was drenched in so much come you felt like a fountain.

But you were in heaven.

“Hadn’t had any complaints so far,” he says with a deep laugh that makes your insides feel molten, your pussy throbbing. “Is that so?” He asks, and you realize you are still talking out loud. “You definitely are, darling.” They both laugh and you feel heat warming up your cheeks.

Three can play this game of teasing, so you pull the blanket off your body, opening your legs slightly to show them the curls covering your pussy. They moan in unison and you smirk at them, feeling smug. “Stop being smug, you know your pussy is beautiful…” The werewolf says and you open your legs a tad more. “Fuck, you are so wet,” he moans again. You can see his dick getting bigger inside his sweats.

You lick your lips and cross the distance between the two of you, climbing on his lap and claiming his mouth in a horny kiss. Having a friends with benefits arrangement with your monster roommates is the gift that never stops giving.

He moans under you, and you slip your hand into his pants, taking his cock out and pushing him until he’s on his back and his dick is rubbing against your clit. You hear your tentacle-monster moving behind you, and you know the sight of your holes exposed to him snapped his control.

“You want this?” The tentacle-monster whispers against your ear and you rapidly nod, feeling him landing on your back and making you the filling of the delicious monster sandwich. “We’re going to fill you so well, darling. You are going to be so full of us you won’t be able to think about anything else,” he teases, one of his tentacles probing your asshole while you moan, your hips rubbing faster and faster against the werewolf dick pressing on your clit.

Someone gets the lube that lives between the sofa cushions, and before you can even blink, they are teasing your holes with fingers and tentacles, and you are being stretched and prepped for their dicks. Your eyes are rolling into your head, and your toes are curling. It feels so good that you are two seconds away from coming.

But they stop before you can fall over the edge. You whine, grabbing onto the werewolf’s hair and pulling until he lets out a curse, and the tentacle monster laughs, covering your mouth with a tentacle and slipping it inside the second you moan. He shushes you, pushing the tentacle down your throat and starts fucking your mouth slowly.

Under you, a tentacle breaches your asshole, and the werewolf dick starts pushing onto your pussy. You three have done this enough times that it’s become a routine, and right now you can’t be happier. There’s a tentacle in your mouth, a tentacle in your ass, and a big knot stretching your pussy. There’s not a feeling closer to what heaven must feel like than this.

They fuck you in tandem, a perfect sync of cock and tentacles that drives you insane while each one of you chases their own orgasm.

The first one to go off is the werewolf, always too needy, always too eager to pop a knot inside of you. The first shot of his come is so hot you hear the tentacle monster moaning behind you, his own dick twitching inside of you, the tip of the tentacle curling and making your brain shut up all at once.

It only takes a couple more thrusts for it all to end, while you moan and squirm between them, your own orgasm taking over your senses until you can’t even breathe. It’s so intense and earth-shattering you might be ascending into another plane of existence.

By the time your conscience comes back into your body, they have cleaned you and they are at either side of your naked body, cuddling and looking equally sleepy.