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.

The monster did something akin to a chirp, you couldn’t understand any of it but it felt like a greeting, so you raised your hand in a salute. Their big mouth with teeth as sharp as knives opened in a smile, and you shivered, but then the rest of his body moved and you could see the dozens of tentacles dancing around, and your insides clenched. Your body tensed in anticipation as you approached the monster in front of you.

They reached to you carefully, a slimy tentacle touching your hand. You took it, squeezing it in reassurance that you wanted to be there, you craved to be there, to be touched by those tentacles, to be fucked until you couldn’t walk.

And that’s all the signal they needed.

Their tentacles embraced your body as you squirmed a bit, trying to get comfortable over the giant monster under you. It was so much and not at all at the same time, you needed more but didn’t know how to ask for it. The tentacle monster under you was smiling in almost a creepy way, but it only made you feel more aroused, the edge of danger making you as horny as ever.

In a blink, you were naked, and there were tentacles all over your soft skin, caressing and touching, probing and pinching until you were squirming and your pussy was getting wet.

A tentacle teased your asshole, and you were more than glad you prepped before arriving, your asshole already stretched and ready to be fucked into next week. The monster seemed to appreciate it, too, grunting as the tentacle pushed inside slowly, the suckers all over your body adding pressure. You knew you’d be all marked up the next day, and that only made your pussy wetter, clenching over emptiness and making you whimper.

You wanted to scream at them to take you already, to fuck your pussy so deep you could feel them against your cervix. But they didn’t. They only fucked your asshole slowly, the rest of the tentacles caressing your body and sucking everywhere they could. It was exhilarating and wild, and you felt like you were about to burst at any second.

But then another tentacle found your open mouth, gaping in pleasure, and slowly parted your lips, caressing the inside of your cheeks, latching the suckers to your tongue in something akin to a kiss that made you groan around it, your lips closing over it and making the big monster rumble under you.

You sucked hard, and the monster stopped moving, as if you surprised them. You did it again, and the tentacle in your asshole started moving faster, the tip wriggling inside of you and sending a cascade of fluttery sensations down your spine. You tried to scream, but the monster only takes the opportunity to slip the tentacle further down your throat, making you gag a little as you sucked around it.

You felt overwhelmed in the best way possible.

But you still felt so empty with your pussy dripping and empty. You rolled your hips, asking for more, wanting more… And then you felt it. The tip of the biggest tentacle pressing against your warm opening. You moaned, and the monster purred under you. It was so close to fucking your pussy… So close….

You didn’t get a warning before the tentacle pushed deep inside your welcoming heat, tickling your cervix and starting a fast pace that had you moaning and gagging, your body under their control as the rest of the tentacles held you and moved you like a doll. The tentacles fucking every one of your holes plus the ones sucking and pulling at every sensitive place of your body were driving you insane.

There were tentacles everywhere, sucking on your nipples, latching to your clit, fucking every one of your holes as they moved you around… It was everything you desired and more.

You came. And they didn’t stop. They kept fucking you until you were propelled over the edge again. And again. And again. So many times you couldn’t keep count, and you still craved more. It was like the tentacles unlocked something more inside of you. It was too much, but you couldn’t get enough. You were spiraling into a pleasure you never knew existed…

And then everything exploded into a thousand stars behind your closed eyelids as pleasure ripped through your body and made you scream around the tentacle buried down your throat. It was even better than the orgasms you had before, bigger and stronger in a way you didn’t even know could be possible. It was like your whole body changed around the tentacles holding and fucking your body. It was earth-shattering, it was just… indescribable and better than you could ever imagine.

The monster grunted, a low vibration that drove you further into pleasure as you felt warm release filling your holes, washing over your body as every tentacle around you released a clear warm substance that tingled your skin and made you more sensitive to touch. You screamed as the tentacle in your mouth pulled back, your voice getting hoarse as wave after wave of heat ran down your body, your breathing erratic and your lower holes clenching over the tentacles still filling your insides.

You closed your eyes for a second, your brain going blank as your body seized with pleasure. By the time you came back down, you were still stuffed, but the tentacles weren’t moving anymore, only caressing your gross skin, covered in fluids.

You were trying to get your breathing under control when you heard it. “You were perfect, my mate,” the voice sounded inside your brain and you let out a screech.

“You… You just talked inside my head,” you let out with a manic laugh, still a bit breathless and sore all over.

“A communication only reserved to true mates, my love, my lovely human…” They said, their tentacles once again caressing your bruised skin. You shivered when more tentacles joined, probing your tender holes again. “Do you need more? Do you crave me as I crave you, my mate?”

You were hired to perform for the head unicorn of the herd. Everything sounded good and okay, but as soon as you appeared before him, your body thrummed with excitement. You never saw a unicorn before, you heard a lot about them, but seeing one in the flesh? Such a weird experience. And you couldn’t stop your dick from twitching at the majestic creature in front of you. His office was big and wide, everything prepared for his size, and you felt dainty.

He looked up from his papers and stared at you, a big smirk on his beautiful face as his horn glimmered under the fluorescent lights. “Get naked.” It was all he said before stepping off the platform his desk was on and walking to you. You looked up, and up, and up… He was so big.

“What?” You asked, confused and still a bit dumbfounded seeing him in front of you, your brain sounding like a thousand bees are dancing around it.

He looked at you with tenderness in his eyes, like how you would look an old person asking for directions, and you felt dumb and stupid. You wanted to whine, being treated in such way was making your dick fill up in your pants.

“You were hired to perform, so get naked,” he explained, looking you up and down and licking his lips seductively. You shivered, your body thrumming with excitement once again.

Between the fog in your brain, a random thought appears: “But- But I thought… I was here to dance!” You exclaimed, your hands reaching accidentally to touch his warm body.

He chuckled, caressing the side of your face. “Didn’t you read the contract?”

“I- I didn’t,” you confessed. You felt like you were being chastised for being silly, and in a way… That made you feel hot and bothered. You were such a slut for degradation.

He caressed your face a bit more, his hooves felt weird against your skin, but good weird. “Well, little human, you better prep yourself fast because I have a meeting in an hour and I want to empty my balls in your thigh hole before that.” His bluntness made you whine, his words so hot and heated, so truthful… You wanted to melt into the floor before him, to kiss his hooves and suck his big dick. You were ready for anything he asked. You weren’t supposed to do that, but you were far beyond yourself to say no.

“But- But I don’t…” You tried to argue, a part of your brain still trying to fight what you knew was the perfect excuse to give in to your deepest cravings.

He crooked his head to the side, a smug smirk playing on his lips. “You don’t want it?”

“I- I didn’t say that,” you stuttered, flushing brightly.

“So you want it?” He asked. His voice left no doubt to the imagination, he knew you wouldn’t say no, he knew how hot you felt already.

“I don’t… I didn’t know…” Your brain was fuzzy, too many ideas, too many thoughts and screaming voices telling you it was wrong, but would feel so right.

He smirked again, stepping closer to you.“Let’s make a deal, little human. If you take all of me, I will release you from your contract and you wouldn’t see me again.” That… That sounded right, but not the whole truth.

“And… And if I don’t?” You asked, shivering at his closeness.

“Then I’ll use you until I get bored.” He said it as if that wasn’t every single one of your fantasies summarized in one short phrase. “Deal?” He asked, finally.

Your inner monologue was a mess, but one thing was clearer than anything else: “I- Yes. Yeah.”

His smile was so big and radiant you wanted to close your eyes. Looking at him too directly felt like staring into the sun, and you couldn’t do that much longer. “Good little human, bent over the sofa, prep yourself, at least four fingers, I want to see.” You blushed at his words, but your hands were already unbuttoning your shirt.

You got naked with shaky legs, your body trembling under his heated stare. You kept looking down at his dick, so big and so red your mouth was salivating. You didn’t want to say anything, but deep down you had always been a size queen, too ready to please anyone who had a big dick. And him? He was way bigger than anything you’d ever seen. And you could feel your hole twitching just thinking about getting him inside.

You hoped you could fit him inside…

You did as he told you: used some lube he gave you, and started stretching your hole good and methodically. He was looking at you like you were the best thing you’d ever seen. And you? Your dick was leaking and probably staining the back of the sofa as you fucked yourself with four fingers. You kept whining and you were letting out the most embarrassing sounds as you worked yourself into a frenzy. When he told you to stop, your legs were trembling and your hole felt stretched wide.

But nothing compared with how big he felt. How enormous against your entrance. He pushed slowly but surely, your mouth open in a silent scream as he pushed deeper and deeper. You felt him in the back of your throat, he was so deep you could see the bulge of his dick against your stomach. It was everything you ever thought you wanted come into life. And it was exhilarating.

He fucked you dumb, your drool leaking as you came and came. He fucked at least four orgasms out of you as your dick rubbed against the sofa. The friction was too much, too good but too raw, but he didn’t care. He just kept going into you until he was ready to fill you. And oh, boy did he fill you… He came and came inside of you, so much of it you could feel it leaking around his still buried deep dick.

Surprise, surprise: you couldn’t take all of him. “You did well enough, little human, acting like such a needy bitch for my cock… Great performance.” He praised, cleaning his dick and patting your ass as he passed. “You’ll be required later today, if I were you I would use some salve on your tiny little human hole, would make it easier later.” He said before disappearing through the door, his laughter following him.

And that’s how you found yourself being used by a unicorn. You never got him fully inside. He was simply too big. He kept fucking you in his office, but at some point he got frisky, and you were far too gone in the pleasure he brought you to do anything about it. He carried you around him, fucking you in the middle of a meeting room, every single monster there looking as your dick leaked and he emptied himself on you. You were exposed and left gaping for everyone to see.

Sometimes they were a bit more forward than others, some even pushing his come back inside as he chuckled when you whined. You were such a slut for him that you didn’t mind. You didn’t mind anything as long as it meant you could be fucked by him over and over. You felt like you were turned into a dumb doll for his pleasure, and you… You liked it.

When he offered you to be his travel toy, you wanted to say no, wanted to act like you weren’t dick wiped by his monstrous cock, but you failed. You mumbled a yes between his thrusts as his hooves stomped on the carpet floor. He rewarded you pushing against your prostate over and over until you were crying from the overstimulation and still asking for more. He laughed at you being such a pathetic little bitch for him, and patted your ass as he pulled out.

A couple days later, you found yourself strapped to his chest, his dick deep inside of you, and you being worn like a piece of clothing. A piece of clothing that couldn’t stop moaning and groaning and crying every time he moved too fast or too little. Your hole was too abused to even try clenching around his length, your brain too fuzzy to try to get away. You were just a toy for him and you couldn’t be mad about it. You love every second of it. And every person you passed looked at you with desire and confusion, talking to him like you were nothing more but an accessory… That made you shiver.

The picture that awaited her wasn’t anything like what she expected. She was more than surprised when she saw her adorable girlfriend tangled in a bunch of… vines? Why the fuck would be vines in their house? On top of it, the vines seemed to be glowing with magic, moving against her girlfriend’s body like they had a mind of their own. What the fuck?

Redra leaned against the door frame and watched how Bergamot struggled, trying to get free but failing miserably. She looked anxious about it, but Redra couldn’t sense any kind of pain emanating from her, just stress, as always. Her elf was always filled to the brim with anxiety and stress, souring her sweet scent and making her frown constantly. Redra was tired of it.

“What are you doing?” She finally asked, making Bergamot jump against the restrains and let out a cute little scream. So freaking adorable.

Bergamot looked up, black hair framing her pretty face. “Wha-?! Oh thanks the Goddess, let me down please.” She sounded so relieved, Redra had to bite her tongue not to laugh at the situation. Here there was, an elf capable of doing amazing things, losing a battle against some plants…

She approached the struggling elf, slowly, torturing her a bit. “How did you get tangled in vines, anyway?” Her question was answered with a growl, or what her girlfriend considered a growl but sounded more like a baby orc trying to scare a bug.

Redra stood beside her struggling form, crossing her arms. Bergamot was still trying to get herself free from the vines, but they were completely intertwined with her rumpled clothes. “The- the new invention malfunctioned.” She explained, grabbing one vine and pulling. The vines sparkled and moved, tightening more around her body. “Help me down, please?” Her tone was soft and pleading, the kind of tone which made Redra lose her mind in bed.

And then an idea formed in her mind. Her pretty elf girlfriend was tangled in vines, completely immobilized and unable to escape… The possibilities were endless, but there was one thing that she had wanted to do forever and Bergamot had always been too impatient to consider it. She always talked Redra out of trying and now… Now she had no choice but to endure, her body suspended and restrained.

Redra leaned in, the vines were holding Bergamot at the perfect height for her to whisper against her ear: “I don’t think I will.” Her tone was flirty and naughty, an edge of desire showing.

“What? How- Why?!” Her indignation and her scrunched nose made her look adorable. Redra kissed her nose and her lips, enjoying how Bergamot tried to follow her mouth when she stepped back.

“You look so pretty there, all spread and held still… All for me to enjoy,” she teased. She was trying to form a plan of action, not sure what part of her girlfriend she wanted to tease first. She wanted to eat her whole, she wanted to kiss and lick every inch of her soft skin. So many possibilities.

“What are you saying?” Her eyes followed Redra as she moved to grab a knife from the tool section.

She smirked at Bergamot over her shoulder and caught her staring at her ass. Still got it. “I’m saying I’m going to try a few new things and you are going to let me… aren’t you, little elf?” Bergamot understood immediately that she meant business. She only called her little elf when she was about to get ravished. She swallowed loudly, anticipation filling her.

She stuttered as she responded, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Playing dumb was always a sketchy idea, but the heat rising inside of her was very convincing.

“Oh, but you do… You always said no to overstimulation, but I don’t think you mean it, do you? You want me to ravish your body until you can’t hold on anymore and you let go completely. Until your brain is blank and you can’t think straight anymore. Pun intended.” Redra laughed at her own joke, approaching Bergamot’s body again.

“I- I…” Her brain was already too foggy to have a good response.

Redra had to make sure, “do you want it?” Bergamot nodded. That wasn’t enough. “Tell me. I need words, little elf.

Clenching her teeth, Bergamot mumbled: “yes.”

“Yes, what?” Redra was a little shit, but she enjoyed it more than anything to tease her elf girlfriend.

“Yes, I want you to do everything you want to me.” Bergamot muttered, her jaw tense as she looked at Redra intensely, fire behind her eyes.

Redra knew that she was definitely going to get back as much as she gave her. Anticipation rose inside of her, part because what was about to happen and part because what would happen once her pretty girlfriend got her hands free and could reciprocate. Shivers ran down her spine.

“Good girl.” Redra’s voice was sultry, deep and soft like honey. Bergamot shivered against the vines and the orc had to hide her smirk behind her hand. “Let’s get you naked, shall we?” Redra took the knife and sliced through Bergamot’s clothes carefully not to scratch her. Bit by bit, she uncovered all of her, tearing the fabric away and kissing every new inch of exposed skin.

By the time Bergamot’s body was completely naked, she was panting and groaning, heat pooling in her lower abdomen, pussy already wet.

“Are you ready to play, little elf?” Redra asked again, stripping off her own clothes as she stared at the elf. Bergamot was breathing hard, the movement making her breasts bounce slightly, nipples hard as pebbles.

“Ye- yes!” Her voice broke when Redra caressed the inside of her stretched arm.

Slowly and carefully, she caressed all her body, building the heat inside both of them. Bergamot was usually too impatient for slow scenes, always launching herself to Redra and urging her on. This time was going to be different, Redra was going to enjoy every second of teasing and slow torture she could get.

She kissed her stretched arms, her torso, her abdomen… When Bergamot thought she was going to kiss her pussy, she lowered herself and kissed her way up her legs. It was the sweetest torture. With each kiss, her desire grew stronger, energy crackling behind her eyelids as Redra sucked on her neck, on her nipples… She bit down on her hip and groped her ass. The orc didn’t let a single centimeter of her skin untouched… everything but her pussy.

After what Bergamot felt like a lifetime, her orc girlfriend got on her knees and stared up at her. Her eyes showed adoration and love, and they made her hold back a moan. Redra’s eyes were so intense and so expressive sometimes it felt like too much to look at her, like she could see right through her. But seeing here there, on her knees before her… Maybe Redra was the one calling the shots in the scene, but Bergamot was the one feeling like a goddess.

Redra didn’t make her impatient girlfriend anymore, she parted her legs and drove in like a hungry orc. All tongue and lips and complete bliss as she tasted the sweetest snack in the world. Her tusks framed her pussy like a cage as she enjoyed every single sigh and groan coming from her elf. The pleasure was maddening, Redra wanted to touch herself, but this wasn’t about her, it was all about de-stressing her anxious elf once and for all. She could get her own pleasure later.

And then she started the slow torture of edging her, licking all around but never touching her clit, prolonging the pleasure until Bergamot was screaming and pleading and cursing over her. She wanted her girlfriend to be lost in pleasure, to be so mad with desire and the eagerness to come that she couldn’t think about anything else.

When Redra pushed one of her fingers inside her tight canal, Bergamot’s scream was so loud the neighbors probably heard. Instead of concern, the orc felt a spark of anticipation and heat at that thought. She wanted everyone around to know how well you pleasured her girlfriend, what a good partner she was to her. She found Bergamot’s sweet spot and started a slow massage, kissing her pussy but still avoiding her clit.

After what felt like a thousand curse words, Redra looked up and smiled at her girlfriend. “Is that how a proper elf talks?” She teased. Bergamot cursed again and tried to break free, failing again. “You are at my mercy, pretty girl, I do what I want at the pace I want. And you take it.” She punctuated every word with a thrust of her fingers against Bergamot’s sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back and a single tear rolled down her cheek as her body shivered with pent up frustration.

“Please, Redra, please…” Bergamot’s voice broke as Redra smiled against her pussy.

“You sound so beautiful when you beg. Just because you asked so nicely...” And then she launched. Redra sucked her clit in her mouth and started fucking her with purpose, adding a second finger. Bergamot screamed and fought the vines around her, her body undulating against the restrains in the most delicious work of art.

Her first orgasm was so hard she almost broke the vines around her. Redra smiled up at her, watching her tits bounce as her body shook with aftershocks. She didn’t let go of her clit, sucking on it and massaging her pussy through it all.

Bergamot came once, twice, probably three times in a row, her pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe. Her whole body was an exposed nerve, and her orc girlfriend was playing her like an expert. Between the combination of her clever fingers hitting all the perfect places and her soft tongue against her clit, it was too much, too good. Her brain was turned off by the time something inside of her broke down.

She tried to alert Redra about it, “so- something… Something is going…” Bergamot didn’t finish that thought before Redra felt her pussy squeezing her fingers and the first splash of juices hit her face.

She kept massaging her sweet spot as Bergamot thrashed against the restrains, squirting all over her and the vines. She drank it all and kept making out with her tender flesh, groaning at her sweet taste. By the time she finished coming, Redra was completely showered and was supporting the biggest smile ever, her tusks framing her mouth beautifully.

“Didn’t know you could do that, little elf.” She tried not to sound too smug, but failed. She had the right to be smug after making her girlfriend cum multiple times and make her squirt all over.

“I- Me neither.” Bergamot whispered, face flushed and eyes filled with unshod tears. Oh fuck.

Redra stood up and caressed her face instantly, kissing her pouty lips softly. “Was that too much?”

“No. It was perfect.” A single tear escaped her eyes as Redra kissed her again, so tender and loving it brought all the feelings to the surface.

Redra was more than ready to pamper her, after such an intense session her elf deserved everything and more. “Let’s get you off those vines. I’m going to prepare you a bath and then we can cuddle and have a snack, sounds good?” She asked, already reaching for her knife and cutting down some vines. She cut them off one by one, careful to support Bergamot’s weight as her limp body was released from the restrains. “But we are definitely doing that again.”

“What is it then? Is because I’m human?” You insist, his silence is enough to make you want to run away. You hit right on the truth. “I- Okay. If that’s it… We can, I don’t know… Maybe you can hook up with somebody and I can hook up with some-” You don’t get to finish that thought.

“NO!” His roar makes you step back, your eyes teary and your body shaking. He looks at you like he just committed a crime and wants nothing else but to surrender himself to police. “Oh fuck. No, no, no. Don’t cry, don’t cry.” He grabs you and hugs you so tight your back cracks, his wings embracing you in a cocoon of warmth. You let out a little ouch and he stops squeezing, but doesn’t let you go. “I just… I don’t want to hurt you. You turn me on so much I don’t know if I can control myself around you,” he explains, making you blush hard. You didn’t know that.

You stare at him for a long while, thinking hard about what he just said, and a light-bulb turns on in your brain. “What if I tie you up?” You blurt out.

“That… That could work,” he lets out. You could have thought it didn’t excite him, but the twitch of his dick under your ass is a big tell. You smirk against his body and hug his neck tightly.

And that’s how you find yourself knotting a big enchanted rope around your boyfriend’s arms and legs. He’s sitting on a chair, his big body tense as you tie the restrains against the far wall. His wings are flapping behind him and he’s shivering every once in a while. You are so excited you think you are about to vibrate out of your skin. You didn’t think it would be such a turn on to have him tied up and at your mercy, and judging by the size of his hard on, he didn’t either.

“Are you ready?” You ask when you are done, standing before him and trying really hard not to look down at his enormous erection. He breathes hard and hot, tiny flames escaping his nostrils, and nods. “What’s your safe-word?” You ask, wanting to play nice and easy.

“Sulfur,” he responds, making you smile and kiss his snout.

At his response, you smile. Going around him and caressing his scales softly. He groans and breathes hard as you do, your nails running over his hard scales, sometimes touching the space under them, that soft flesh that’s so sensitive he can’t stop himself from whimpering.

You weren’t expecting to feel such a rush of power and adrenaline having him tied down. You weren’t expecting to like it so much, to feel so powerful having him at your mercy, but good damn if it’s not the biggest high you’ve ever felt.

When he’s begging for you to do more, to touch him with purpose… Then you know he’s ready and desperate enough for your next game.

You grab the candle from the table, approaching him with intent. He looks at you, his wings fluttering behind him, his breathing erratic. “Light this,” you order, approaching the candle to his mouth. He breathes a tiny flame into it and you giggle, it always makes you excited to see him breathing fire. “I’m going to use it on you, is that okay?” He nods, his head bobbing up and down like crazy, you giggle again.

You start easy, just a few drops on his chest, it rapidly runs between his scales, hitting his soft flesh underneath and making him cry out and his dick twitch. You smirk and do it again. And again. The wax keeps re-melting every time you do it, his body temperature too hot to keep it solid over his skin. He’s thrashing against the restrains, trying to get free and touch you, whimpering every once in a while. The power trip is making heat pool in your lower abdomen.

You keep going, pouring hot wax over his body, adverting his erection. He whimpers and cries out, and at some point he throws his head back and breathes fire into the ceiling, leaving a big black mark there. You giggle and pour some wax on his inner thighs and he screams your name. He’s leaking so much precum that there’s a tiny pool forming on the floor.

When the candle is completely consumed, you kiss over all the melting wax over his body, tiny kisses that ignite his inner fire even more. He’s groaning constantly at that point, his body tense with the need for release. But you still don’t touch his dick, ignoring it completely.

“Are you ready for the next game?” He nods eagerly, his head bobbing up and down.

You grab the feather and go around him, at the angle that you are sure he can’t see you at all. When you start tracing patterns over the thin layer of his wings, he starts crying out your name like a plea, chanting please please please, so loud that you groan in response. You never heard him so desperate before, and good goddess if it’s not turning you on.

You torture him for a while, the feather against his most sensitive flesh is driving you both insane. Him because of the feeling, you because the sounds he’s making are completely and utterly erotic. You never knew you liked a vocal partner so much, but hearing him groan and crying out was making you hotter than you’ve ever being.

“Please, please, please…” You keep hearing him pleading you to let him come, and when you hear a sniffle, you walk around him to see him crying, his dick so big and so furiously red that it looks painful.

“Do you want to come?” You ask, making him look at you angrily, his eyes flashing fire. He roars, and you giggle, approaching his leaking cock. You start jerking him off, his dick so big you have to use both hands to go around him.

“You too, you too, come you too!” He groans and pleads for you to come to, to get yourself off. You don’t want to comply, wanting to be the one in charge all the way, but you are horny as fuck, seeing him being vulnerable and dripping so much precum you feel it go down your arms…

You sit on his lap, your genitals aligning with his dick perfectly as you start grinding on his scales. You go faster and faster until you are screaming his name as the restrains crack against the wall. He roars when he comes, not even two seconds later. You are in the direct zone of impact, his release showering you completely. You feel like a glazed donut by the time he’s done coming, his body completely limp against the restrains.

“Did you like that?” You ask after his breathing has calmed down a bit.

He looks at you with hooded eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? You are covered in the answer,” he chuckles.

“We are definitively doing that again.” You tell him, your voice smug as you try to wipe away most of the mess, laughing carelessly. You are filled with such awe and excitement about what you just did, about what you did to him… It’s exhilarating.

And before you can think twice about it, you ask: “Do you… Do you like me?”

“No!” He exclaims, but his nose turns so red you can’t hold back a giggle, all the tension in your body melting at the realization that your feelings aren’t one-sided.

“You are a lying liar,” you say as you grab him by his head and pull him down enough to kiss his open mouth.

He groans against your lips and takes control of the kiss, deepening it and fucking your mouth the same way you wish he was fucking your pussy. You moan, trying to get him as close as possible to your body. He goes willingly, hugging you so tightly it’s almost hard to breath, but you’ve never felt so good before. You’ve been dreaming about kissing the stupid were-reindeer forever.

It gets heated fast, his hands under your thighs, urging you up until you are wrapped around him and your needy center is rubbing against his very hard dick. You moan against his neck, biting down and making his legs buckle under him, almost sending you both to the ground. You giggle as he walks to his room, his steps measured to not drop you as you continue kissing and licking the column of his neck.

“If you keep doing that this is going to end a lot sooner than we both expect,” he moans when you suck a bit harder, his dick twitching against you.

“I’ve been told were-reindeers have a pretty good refractory-period, we’ll be okay,” you mumble against his ear and drive right in to bite his neck again.

You know you are being a bit feral, kissing and biting until his neck is almost purple, the marks of your passion right there for everyone to see. It makes you hot, knowing you can mark him like that. He drops you to the bed, a very big wet patch against his jeans as he stares down at you.

You throw your shirt over your head and your bra follows. “Your turn,” you urge. You stare at him as he does as told, his furry chest making your heart beat faster.

He takes off his pants at the same time he does, and soon his body is covering yours, warm and soft as he starts kissing you again. It’s exhilarating to finally be kissing him, to finally be sharing him

He’s rubbing against your wet pussy, his dick sliding up and down your seam and the friction making your brain turn into jelly. In one of his thrusts, the tip of his dick slips inside your pussy and you groan like a whore, throwing your head back and clenching around him. He screams your name and you feel something very wet inside of you.

“Did you just come untouched?” You ask him, a big smile on your lips.

“No,” he answers with a mumble. You laugh when his nose starts shining bright red. “Ugh, I hate the fucking nose,” he says, burying his face against your neck, your hips moving against his dick still buried inside of you. He groans, and you feel his dick twitch, rapidly filling up.

“Fuck me, you silly were-reindeer,” you say, kissing his bright nose.

He pushes forward and you groan, his dick hitting deep and hard as he starts fucking you like a madman. You are chanting his name as he tells you how good your pussy feels, how fucking glad he is that you are willingly loving someone as silly as him.

And it’s perfect. It’s fun and hot and marvelous, and when you feel the telltale sign of your orgasm approaching, you try to tell him, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a broken groan that sounds similar to his name.

You came around him messily, convulsing under his body as he fucks you through it, and when you are trembling with aftershocks, his second orgasm fills you to the brim, until you are limp under his body and you can’t think of anything but his awesome dick.

“Wow,” you let out, breathing hard against his neck, licking one of the hickeys you left there earlier. He shivers and you giggle.

“I love you,” he whispers back, making your heart skip a beat again.

“What do you mean?” You question, blinking slowly and trying not to react at his words.

“You know I’m an elemental and I… Other parts of me can become human-ish, but this… My dick can’t. It’s special.” He sounds worried, as if it’s been a deal breaker before, and that makes you mad at his behalf.

“Show me.” Interest and curiosity picking inside of you until you are almost vibrating. Does that mean you get to see his dick? Goddess, you hope it does.

“Are you sure?” You nod, curiosity and anticipation fighting a battle inside of you. “Okay… I- My last human girlfriend… She didn’t like it.” He confirms your suspicions. “And it’s okay. We can find other ways if you dislike it, okay?” You nod again, confused at his nerves. How weird can it be? He lowers his pants and it takes a second for you to understand what you are looking at.

Well… it is weird.

You stare for a few seconds, and then you let out in a choked breath: “An icicle?”

“Ye-yes. Do you… Do you dislike it?” His voice is so vulnerable you want to hug him. But seeing him all hard and a pearl of… snow (?) on the tip of his dick gives you a better idea. You are dying to taste that.

You don’t give him enough time to react before you are pushing him back onto the sofa and dropping to your knees in front of him. You launch for his dick like the desperate human you are and he lets out the most guttural moan when your hot mouth wraps around his cold shaft. You are almost worried he’s literally going to melt, but he’s not.

He’s only moaning over you as his hands find your hair and he starts to move his hips in and out of your mouth in short thrusts. He’s praising your mouth, your face, everything about you as he loses his mind. It’s amazing to be the one bringing him so much pleasure he forgot everything about his self-doubt, his hips thrusting faster and harder against your greedy mouth as you slurp around the snowy precum he’s letting out. You groan around him and he screams your name.

“I can’t- I can’t hold back much longer. Oh fuck, your mouth…” He says it like a prayer and you feel so powerful you look up at him just in time to see his snow-white face start fuming as he blushes and starts to come in your mouth.

It tastes almost like ice cream, the ones they scrap the ice and add some syrup on top, and it’s fucking delicious. You slurp around him until he’s dry and you pull back, smiling at him as you lick your lips trying to get a last taste of him.

“Come here,” he pleads.

His voice is low and you can see the evaporation leaving his head as a tiny cloud. You are always amazed at his powers, but that one makes you want to giggle because he’s so cute when he’s so horny there’s literal clouds on top of his head.

You sit on his lap and feel his dick twitching, getting hard again. “Already?” You ask, surprised. Your pussy is already tingling by the idea of him fucking you.

“Why, my lovely little human, do you want to be fucked by a snow elemental?” You nod eagerly, circling your hips over his icicle until you are panting. “You were so good, your mouth felt like paradise around me,” he whispers against your ear, his fingers traveling down until they slip inside your dripping panties. His fingers are always so cold you shiver, but it feels like melting as soon as he touches your clit. “Such a wet little pussy for me, you are so good,” he keeps talking. You are gasping for breath, your brain fuzzy with desire as he touches your hot center.

You expected a lot of sexy things, but you weren’t expecting him to rip off a hole in your crotch until your pussy is bare to his eyes. You gasp, but he wastes no time in positioning himself, impaling his icicle in you in one long thrust as he grabs your hips and starts helping you ride him.

You bounce on his dick like a rodeo rider, throwing your head back and enjoying (finally) the pleasure of having him inside of you. It’s even better than you expected, his icicle feels cold and slippery inside of you, but so great and ridged it’s driving you to another dimension entirely.

It’s fast and hard, and exhilarating. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and the most amazing at the same time. It’s completely new and hot and cold and your brain is melting (which is ironic seeing as you have an ice dick in your pussy). He’s grunting every time your bottom hits his lap, and when your legs start getting weak, he starts thrusting up at the same time as he helps you move your hips.

“Come on gorgeous, come for me. Let me feel how good your pussy feels against my ice…” His words resonate inside your brain like a weird pull, drawing your pleasure to the peak and making you convulse around him as he screams your name.

You come at the same time, and you can feel the snow filling your pussy to the brim as he comes and comes and comes… You feel about to burst, as he sags against the sofa, your body pressed against his cold front, making your overheated body calm down a bit.

“I guess you did like my dick,” he says with a chuckle, making you laugh against his neck.

“What are you talking about?” You try not to sound too eager, but there’s a heat building in your lower abdomen that’s driving you insane and they haven’t even started to talk yet.

“Oh, is that how you want to play this? Okay then… Let me explain to you in great detail what I want to do to you and your body.” You shiver in anticipation. They start with a simple: “I’m going to slowly undress you, kissing every inch of your skin until you’re a shivering mess and your skin is all pebbled.”

They proceed to do exactly that, slowly but surely kissing every inch of your skin as they take your clothes off. First your socks and pants, kissing all of your toes and slowly ascending. First one leg, then the other.

When you think they’re going to kiss you where you want it the most, they stop, taking your shirt off and continuing up. Once they get to your mouth, you’re shivering just as they predicted. They lick the remaining tears away, kissing your mouth deeply as if they were consuming you slowly.

By the time they start to continue with their earlier monologue, you almost forgot what they were talking about. They don’t care about that, so they just follow as if they didn’t stop talking to kiss your skin and drive you completely insane. “But I won’t be done, because then I’ll turn you around and massage your back until you’re nothing but putty in my hands and you’re so wet you can’t stand it anymore,” they continued.

They flip you around, huffing in amusement as you sputter against the pillow. They start massaging your sore muscles until you’re nothing but a mess on the mattress, almost drooling as they trace every line in your body. You feel when they change, the weight of their body becomes heavier as they change into a form with bigger hands, great for massaging every inch of your tired back and legs. (And maybe teasing your ass in the process).

Before you can get used to it, they’re flipping you back again. “But I won’t be done then either, because I’ll still want to play with your chest until your nipples are red from my mouth and your hole is aching so bad you’re crying for it.”

Then they go for it, kissing and nipping, sucking and making a mess out of you. You beg, you cry, and you grab their hair until they change into another form, their mouth bigger, their teeth sharper… This form makes your brain melt inside your head as they use their mouth and teeth to play with you until your heart beats erratically and you’re nothing but a puddle of need.

“But I won’t be done then, either, because you know what?” They ask between sucking on your nipples and kissing your scars.

“What?” You ask when they don’t continue, eager to listen to their voice and know what they’re going to do to you.

“Then I’ll have to kiss the tears away, we don’t want you and your boy pussy to go sad, do we? I’m going to eat you slowly and thoroughly until your legs are trembling and you’re pressing them against my ears so harshly I won’t be able to even hear you screaming my name in pleasure.”

That’s all the heads up they give you before your legs are over their shoulders and their face is buried in your boy cunt. They eat you with hunger and desperation, trying to lick you clean as you keep producing more and more juices the more they devour you.

You cry out, calling out their name and grabbing their hair as they do everything in their power to turn you into a mess. They change again, their tongue longer, wider, fucking you until you’re losing your mind and your legs are shaking against their ears just to continue their ministrations.

By the time they come up for air you’ve come at least three times (you aren’t sure if it wasn’t four because of how intense the last one was). Then they change back into their usual form, licking their lips and smiling smugly at you.

“After your recovery I’m going to do this everyday until you believe how much I love you no matter how you look or what you do or don't have,” they promise. And you believe them.

“You promised! You promised you would take care of him!” You scream at him, you are hitting his chest with your fists, not really hurting him but needing to let out your frustration and pain.

He cries, too, his body sagging as he lets you hit him. “I- I know. I’m sorry. I failed you. I failed both of you.” If you were in another moment of your life, if your anxiety wasn’t so high, you could have said something, that it wasn’t his fault, that he had nothing to worry about and you were glad he was okay… But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

You could only imagine the worst and your body froze in place as you ask: “Can- can I see him?”

“Not yet, darling, the doctors are working on him,” his voice soft and placating, but you don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to hear him talk at all, your brain wants to blame someone and he’s there. He was there when your alien boyfriend got shot…

You don’t even realize how his hands are bloody and his face is stained with tears. You don’t realize his hands are trembling and his body is scratched in a thousand places. You sit there in silence and don’t accept his hand when he offers comfort. You two fall silent, sitting next to each other but barely moving as the time ticks.

Time passes, you don’t know how much, but when a naga doctor appears, you are on your feet and walking to her instantly. Your orc boyfriend follows, but you don’t mind anything at all, you only need to know he’s alright. “Is he okay?”

And she says the most precious words: “He will be.”

It takes a whole week for your alien boyfriend to be back home. An awful week where you don’t talk to your orc boyfriend, you barely see him at all. You don’t sleep together, you don’t go together to the hospital at all, and when your alien gets back home, you two walk awkwardly around each other until he gets tired of your shit.

You are organizing the wardrobe when your orc boyfriend walks in and you don’t say anything. Your alien boyfriend realizes instantly: “What is it between you two? You barely spend time in the same room, you are not touching each other. Or me for the matter,” he adds the last part just as a joke, but you flinch at his words.

You let out in a short breath, your heart beating fast as everything that has happened comes crashing into you. You feel bad, you feel so bad, but you don’t know how to fix it. You acted like a really bad girlfriend, you were shitty to him, and you don’t know what to do about it. And now your alien wants to talk about it and you can’t avoid it anymore.

“We… We are okay,” you let out, the lie tasting like ashes in your mouth. Your orc boyfriend is looking at you with a pained expression, and you swallow around the knot in your throat.

Your alien boyfriend sits on the bed and calls you out: “Bullshit. What happened?” He asks, looking between you two.

“I failed you,” your orc boyfriend says and your heart hurts for him, you want to go to him and hug him until the pain goes away, but… but you don’t know if he would welcome that, and it hurts more than it should.

Your alien boyfriend looks shocked. “You what? No, you didn’t. You think you did?” He points at your orc and he shrugs, and then points at you. “And you think he did?” You shrug, not wanting to answer, either. “You are both stupid as fuck. Come here,” he orders.

“But the wounds…” You try to argue with him, but he looks at you with those eyes that drive you in instantly, making you shiver.

“Come. Here.” He repeats. Both of you obey, walking to him like he’s pulling invisible strings.

You sit next to him, your orc boyfriend sits on the other side, and you both look at him expectantly. “You are the glue that keeps us together, you know that,” your orc boyfriend finally says.

“No, I’m not. What keeps us together is how much we love each other, and the fact that you two have been walking around eggshells around me and each other because of something neither of us is at fault in is incredibly stupid.” You two remain silent, knowing ful well he’s right. Your eyes are full of tears and you feel about to burst into sobs, but the comforting presence of your boyfriends keeps you controlled. For about two seconds before he says: “And what’s even worse, you two haven’t been touching my dick or your own parts and it shows.” You laugh between your tears, feeling the knot in your throat slowly dissolving as you hit his arm without any strength. “Ouch! Hitting the wounded alien, what a mean human we have here…” He jokes more, making your tears run free within your laughter. “Oh sweetie, don’t cry…” He lets out, his tone going soft.

And then your orc boyfriend is looking at you with a panicked expression. “Don’t cry, darling, please, you know it drives me insane to see you cry…” You know it does, he gets crazy and panics every time you cry because he doesn’t know what to do, how to act, tears really scare him.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, trying to sniffle and making the most awful sound as you start to sob uncontrollably.

“Shit,” they both say at the same time, their arms coming around your body and getting you in an alien-orc sandwich. You cry more while they hug you tightly between them.

“I thought you were going to die,” you sob. “I was so worried.”

Your alien boyfriend kisses your forehead. “I know, sweetie, I know… But I’m okay. I swear.” He looks over your shoulder and orders to your orc boyfriend: “Tell her I’m going to be okay.”

“I- He… I-” He starts but can’t finish the sentence, a single tear running down his face and making your heart squeeze painfully again, another ugly sob escaping.

“You too?” The alien says, exasperated.

“I was worried, too, you asshole! I saw you bleed, I held my hands to your bleeding form as you passed out. I was scared shitless that you were going to die and it would be my fault.” You listen as he explains and you feel like the worst asshole in the world. He suffered, too. He was worried, too. And you acted like a jackass and made it even worse for him. And for you. You denied yourself of the comfort you thought you didn’t deserve and hurt him in the process. What a shitty girlfriend.

“It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t nobody’s fault.” Your alien boyfriend explains, now rubbing his hands in both of your backs, trying to calm you down. “Now come on, kiss each other and say you are sorry for being stupid,” he jokes. “It’s not a suggestion.”

“I’m sorry,” you both say at the same time, a teary giggle escaping from your mouths as you kiss each other sweetly.

But it soon becomes frantic and passionate. For someone used to kiss and fuck every day, spending more than a week without any kind of action has been a pain for all of you, and it shows. You hate that your alien boyfriend was right. He’s going to be insufferable about it, you can already tell.

You break apart and look at him, lying there with a hand inside his pants, rubbing up and down. “You are a pervert,” you joke, licking your lips and looking at his covered erection.

“Oh, I know… And you are, too.” You blush, looking down because you know he’s right. “Now, are we going to fuck or what?” He let out bluntly.

You look at him, and think about the literal hole in his side that is still healing. “But you are wounded.”

“My dick works fine,” he says, lowering his pants enough to show you his pretty white dick, already glistening with precum.

You think about it, you want to tell him no, you can’t have sex, but you feel desperate. You feel needy, you need to touch them and be reminded they are okay. They are alive. And so are you. “You… You can’t move,” you finally said. It should be okay if he doesn’t move, right?

“I can’t?” He says, looking at you with a puzzled expression.

You both say in unison: “No.”

You lean against your orc’s chest and whisper against his ear: “Should we tie him down?” He nods. “You take the balls and I take the dick?” You add, bemusedly. He pulls back and nods, a big smile framed by his tusks. You lean down and kiss him until you are breathless.

“That’s not fair, you are forgetting about me.” You look at him and he’s pouting, his big black eyes looking into your soul with a glint of arousal mixed with some desperation. You shiver, but say nothing as you take your orc’s belt and tie it around your alien’s hands and the headboard, immobilizing him. “And you say I’m the kinky one?” He asks between laughs as he tries to move his hands and realizes you tied it more securely than he expected. You start unbuttoning his sleep shirt as he struggles, your orc boyfriend taking his pants off slowly. “Wait, I’m going to be the only one naked here?” He asks, still trying to break free and earning himself an annoyed look as you both stop what you are doing to look at him.

“Yes,” you say at the same time.

He stops struggling and looks between you two, frowning without eyebrows, which makes him look kinda funny. “That’s not fai-” He doesn’t get to say anything else before your orc boyfriend wraps his lips around the tip of his alien dick.

He breaks into a big moan as you start kissing your way down his torso, being very careful about his side wound. You kiss the edges of the bandage around it and keep going down, your tongue tracing the ridges of his torso as he shivers. You keep going down, not forgetting to kiss even an inch of his beautiful torso until you are face to face with your orc. He has his lips wrapped around the tip of your alien’s dick, not even doing much, just sucking like he’s a lollipop he’s enjoying. You ignored the struggle before, but hearing your alien whimpering and groaning as if he’s being tortured turns you on so much you can’t stop from slipping a hand inside your panties.

Your orc boyfriend realizes first: “Don’t you dare touch that pussy, that’s mine to please,” he growls, pulling back from the dick he was sucking. You smile at him cheekily and peck on his lips, rapidly ignoring him in favor of taking his place.

He grumbles something and you feel his hand slipping next to yours as he goes down and takes the alien balls in his mouth, rolling them around messily. You can only hear his filthy sounds and your alien’s whimpers. Soon, you are groaning around his shaft too, the orc’s dexterous fingers rubbing your clit in the most amazing way possible and making your brain go blank for a second, your groans joining the symphony of sex in the room.

“I’m about… I’m gonna…” You hear the warning over your head before you feel his dick opening and the little tentacles holding your face down as he comes in your mouth.

The first time was a surprise, but you’ve come to love when his weird dicks does alien things, it’s exhilarating to know he can hold you down in more than one way. But at that moment, as he releases inside your mouth and you keep sucking, your tongue lapping at him as your orc boyfriend sucks his balls like they are his favorite candy, you feel hotter than ever, your pussy so wet around the orc’s fingers you are two thrusts away from exploding.

And then you feel it, the flicker of your orc’s finger against your clit and the burning sensation in your lower abdomen as the orgasm takes you by surprise, your mouth occupied as you groan around alien dick and fall apart around orc fingers. Your brain short circuits for a second, ad your vision blacks and you can’t have any coherent thoughts as your orgasms takes over your body and brain. It never ceases to amaze you how great the sex has been since you three started dating, who would have thought thruple sex would be the best of your life?

When you come down from your orgasm and the alien dick-tacles (dick-tentacles you know) in your mouth finally release you, you fall flat against the mattress as your orc boyfriend laughs over you both for being fucked out and boneless. “Are we good now?” He asks.

“What? No!” Your alien exclaims, surprising you. You look at him with a question in your eyes. “He hasn’t come yet,” he explains, looking at your orc with a smirk on his face. He blushes in the prettiest shade of green and you want nothing more but to maul him… sexually.

“I can fix that,” you say, throwing yourself at him and trusting he would catch you. He does, and you kiss him senseless, your hand reaching for his erection.

You hear some struggling and then your alien is pouting again. “Is nobody going to untie me?” He says in the most whiny tone ever.

You two break apart and look at him with a smile as you say in unison: “No,” and laugh loudly. He grumbles some more as you two kiss again, your hand rubbing his erection.

“I regret forcing you to solve your communication problems,” he lets out grumpily. But you know it’s a lie. He’s smiling big as he struggles against the restrains and you jerk your orc’s boyfriend and he watches.

And when you turn around and look at him directly with your most polite smile, your breath catches in your throat as he sputters. He never believed in instant love, but it might be time to change that belief. You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, some kind of tension building between the two of you, but you can’t exactly name what it is. Sexual? Romantic? There’s electricity in the air and you want to roll into it, feel it all over your body.

But you are a professional, so you sigh, and ask: “Hi, welcome to Wing’s Tailor, what can I do for you?” Your costumer’s voice turns deeper, hotter in a way, and yous see the mothman shake a bit on his feet. You have to bite your tongue to stop the giggle fighting to escape.

“I need a new suit,” he says simply, cutting.

“Okay, I will take your measurements first, then.” You point the mirrors on the side of the store, where everything looks a bit more collected and professional. You try not to be too messy, but sometimes it escapes your powers to keep everything tidy. He looks around with a hint of disgust at the chaos on the table, but says nothing as he positions himself in front of the mirrors.

You start to take the measurements slowly, methodically, always sure of what you are doing. He doesn’t say anything, you don’t either, but the electricity between you two gets higher and higher as you measure him.

Everything is going to plan, and you have to bite your lip to stop from smiling every time you touch him and he flinches, his body shivering. He’s so cute you want to hug him. And maybe fuck him senseless. But you say nothing. You are a professional.

But when you notice the part of him that feels a bit too big in his pants, you can’t stop yourself from cooing at him. “Aww. Are you excited to be here?” The innuendo clear in your voice.

He looks at you with his big black eyes and his antennae twitching, you realize he’s embarrassed and you want to coo again. He’s so freaking cute. “I- I... sorry,” he ends up saying. If it weren’t for his fur, you bet he would be blushing like crazy right now.

You know you shouldn’t say anything, you know it’s not a good idea and you are a professional, but the electricity between the two of you is driving you a bit insane and you want nothing else but to kiss him. “Do you want a hand with that?” You finally ask, praying to the goddess that this is not the worst idea of your life.

He looks at you across the mirror like you are crazy. “A- A what?!” His exclamation is not a no, and you smirk smugly at him.

“A hand… I- I like you and you seem to be… in a situation.” You point at his crotch, where his dick is still pressing firmly against the buttons of his jeans. “Maybe I can help,” you try not to sound too hopeful about it, but you fail. You are as desperate as him, your pussy quivering in your boxers.

“What- What would that look like?” The insecurity and hopefulness in his voice are so cute you want to kiss him senseless. But you refrain. Not yet.

“Well… I would touch you.” You caress the top of his wing, he shivers. “I would caress you some more.” You touch along his furry chest, feeling him shiver under your fingers. “I would kiss you.” Your hands travel down, tickling his lower abdomen as he groans again. “And then I would suck your dick down my throat,” you deadpan, grabbing his dick and squeezing lightly. The sound he makes is so erotic you have to press your legs together. “Would you like that, pet?” You ask, trying the term on him, not everyone likes that. He whimpers and you know you hit a good point with him.

“Ye- yes.” His voice quivers and your t-dick pulsates inside your pants. You are so turned on you want to scream. You turn him around and grab a stool, putting it next to the mirrors and moving him until he’s in front of you. You reach to your belt and grab what you are looking for. “What are you doing?” He asks when he sees the measuring tape back in your hand.

“Making sure you behave, pet.” Your voice is like a caress to him, and as you tie the measuring tape around his hands behind his wings, trapping all his upper extremities at once. He shivers under your touch and you smirk up at him, looking down again to see his dick twitching. He’s definitely enjoying the play. “Sit,” you order. He obeys instantly, sitting on the stool, his wings fluttering behind his body.

You lean down to reward him with a kiss, slow and sensual. He shivers again, a tiny whimper escaping his mouth as you smile against his lips. You fall to your knees in front of him and he whines again, his antennae moving over his head like crazy. He’s so cute you want to scream.

“Tell me you want this,” you ask him, your hands on his furry thighs as you feel him tremble under them, like he has too much energy to be contained.

“Ye- Yes, please.” You smile at him and lower your head.

You launch at his dick like a desperate soul, opening your mouth wide and sucking him as deep as possible. He cries out over you and you smile around his girth. “Mmm, so tasty,” you groan in appreciation, making him whine. You smirk and go back down, swallowing around him and twirling your tongue around the tip. He screams again. The sounds he’s making are so erotic and so needy you feel yourself getting wet.

“Are you going to be a good pet for me?” You ask, sitting on his lap and rolling your hips over his wet dick. He shivers and nods. “Words, pet.” He shivers again as you grab his dick and position it over your entrance, playing with yourself with him. “You like being my toy? You like how wet I am for you?” He whimpers at your words.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please.” His broken moan makes you smile. He’s so adorable all needy and desperate. You tease yourself a bit more with the tip of his dick, making him beg a bit more as you rub your T-dick. You groan loud and long, making him beg some more. “Please, please, please.”

“Okay, pet. You earned it being such a good boy for me.” You lower your hips, your pussy swallowing him desperately. You groan when he’s fully inside, so deep you can barely breathe.

You start slowly, bouncing on his dick methodically, taking as much pleasure as possible with the movement over him. He groans and moans, a desperate little pet for you as you feel the power high of having him at your mercy. You grab the back of his head and kiss him fiercely as you go faster, harder. He whines uncontrollably against your lips, desperate little pleas against your lips as he moves his hips as much as he can to meet your bouncing hips.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer, one of your hands playing with your engorged t-dick as you groan against his open mouth. “Come for me, pet.” Just as if you pressed a button, his thrusts get frantic and you feel his cum deep inside, filling you in the most erotic way possible. You come around him, the sensation of his twitching dick making you convulse around him, thrashing on his lap. “That was… wow,” you say when your breathing calms down.

“Yeah, it was…” He agrees, his wings fluttering and making you smile.

“I would like to do that again.” He nods frantically, and you kiss him deep and slow again, until he’s moaning against your mouth. You help him to his feet and untangle the measuring tape. He gets dressed slowly, his black pupils fixed on you. He looks at you like he wants to eat you but also beg you to fuck him again. And you are more than ready to do it, but not today. You have other clients waiting. “Your suit will be ready in two weeks.” You finally tell him, a bit smirk playing on your lips.

“I- Okay.” He steps to the door as his legs tremble and his antennae twitch. You can’t stand how adorable he is, so you step into his space and grab some of the fluffy hair on his neck, pulling him down into another toe curling kiss.

You break the kiss, looking at the clock and frowning. His pout is so cute you peck on his lips over and over until he’s smiling once again. “Can’t wait to see you again, pet.” You giggle at his shook expression. He leaves your giggles behind as he closes the door and walks home on shaky legs.