Monsters' pet

Big as a mountain, green as the forest, and looking so hot you are practically salivating just looking at him. And he’s trying to pick up another twink.

Every night it’s the same.

He dances with them, he gropes them where everyone can see… And then they disappear. It shouldn’t be a worry for you, why would you care? But fuck. You are a bit jealous. He looks just like your type, monster sized and ready to fuck you into the mattress. But he always picks up others.

“You are so pretty, such a cute girl,” he keeps saying into the twinks face, and you can’t stop the huff of amusement that escapes your mouth as you clean the next table over. There’s no way this dude thinks that twink is a woman… is it?

You’ve heard stories of a monster who is too dense to understand this is a gay bar. That he’s taking men home. But you thought it was like a myth, something people talked about just because it was a funny thought. Nobody could be so dumb, could he? Well… Maybe he could.

You could shut up, you could walk away… But you see the twink disappearing and the words escape your mouth before you can even process them. “Hey, buddy, maybe you should stop thinking those men are petite women, it’s weird. You aren’t fooling anybody with the whole I’m straight discourse when you are here every couple nights looking for a twink,” there’s bitterness in your tone.

He looks you up and down, recognizing you and offering a tiny smile that makes your dick twitch inside your jeans. “What do you mean? I’ve been taking human women every night,” he tells you. He looks clearly confused. You might have to swallow back a laugh. Is this orc for real right now?

“This is a gay club. All the human women are into other women. You have been flirting and taking home twinks. Men. You’ve been fucking men,” you say the last phrase very slowly.

“What is a twi-twwink?” His mispronunciation amuses you more than anything else, and the smile that breaks on your face is one of absolute delight. His head tilts to the side in a confused movement that shouldn’t be as adorable as it is in an orc as big as he is.

“Twink,” you correct and he nods. “They are men. Skinny and most of the time smaller, but men nonetheless.” He looks so confused, you want to slap your dick on his face so bad. What a himbo. You can almost see his lonely neuron trying to work out what you mean.

He shakes his head, but there’s a hint “No. They are women. Just like you.” That affirmation hits you like a clown. You start laughing, bending down and clutching your stomach trying to breathe through the wheezes.

When you are more calm, you start talking again, between half giggles still. “I’m not a woman, dude. I might be smaller than you, like everyone else by the way,” you add. He’s fucking massive after all. “I have a dick just like you.” Even if probably way smaller, there’s no way someone as huge as him has a little dick. He could probably break you in two. And you’d say thank you.

His next response catches you off guard. “Probe it.” You stare at him, eyes as big as plates and confusion probably written all over your face.

“What?” The tray in your hands doesn’t fall to the ground, but it’s a close call. You rest it on the table, thanking the goddess for the club being kind of empty today.

He doesn’t even hesitate for a second before he’s getting up and into your space, forcing you to tilt your head back to look at him. Fuck, why is that so hot? Why does he have to be so fucking massive. “Show me your dick. Let me see you aren’t a woman.” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, and you want to fall to your knees and worship his dick.

But two can play this teasing game. “Follow me.”

Game on, you himbo orc.

You signal to your colleague that you are taking a break and guide him to the back, where the employee’s bathroom is located. It’s filthy and a bit too dark for your taste, giving it a shady vibe that makes your skin crawl, but this won’t take long. For what it’s worth, the bathroom is private and has a good lock, so it’s your best option right now. You just want to probe a point.

He follows so close you can feel the heat of his body, filling you with anticipation, and hoping he fills you with something else. But also knowing there’s no way he would be DTF if he sees your dick, he’s not into that. Or so he says.

He closes the door behind him and locks it, which sends a rush of adrenaline down your spine that pushes forward all your bravado. Okay. You can do this. You can show your dick to the big orc you’ve been thirsting over since the first time you saw him. Easy.

You look down not to look at him at the face, unbuttoning your pants in a rush. You are pulling down your pants and underwear and letting them pool on the floor before he can say anything. His eyes are big as plates as he stares at your erection.

“See? I have a dick.” You jerk it just to probe a point, the pearl at the tip catches the light in the shady employee’s bathroom.

He crowds you against the wall, his too big body on your front while his hands travel down and cup your ass. You are panting when he slips his hand down and presses a dry finger against your asshole. It twitches involuntarily and you moan.

“But you also have such a pretty pussy,” he pushes his big finger a bit, to the first knuckle, and you are having trouble breathing. Your knees buckle under you, and you grab onto his biceps, as big as your whole head. Goddess.

You try to focus, try to act nonchalant even though your dick is so hard you could hit nails with it. A new form of crucifixion. “It’s not a pussy, buddy. Stop calling it that. It’s my ass.” Your voice gets a high-pitched tone when he presses even deeper, rubbing your inner walls and making your eyes cross.

“Bussy then.” You are so overwhelmed by the feeling of his finger inside of you that you don’t question how he knows that term, your whole brain is vacating your ideas through your mouth, melting in the form of moans.

“Oh, no. Do not call it tha-” Your voice breaks when he pushes his whole finger inside. You let out a curse because of the sting, but your dick is leaking already.

And you don’t get time to say anything else because he’s bending down and claiming your mouth in an earth shattering kiss that makes your dick twitch and your ass clench.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, his voice breathless and needy. He could do anything to you right now and you’d be happy.

His fingers are moving relentlessly in and out of you, applying just enough pressure to drive you insane but not enough to get you there. You can barely breathe. Much else say anything.

But your inner brat is always ready to pounce, even when your brain is not working properly. “Now you are all cute about it?”

He doesn’t fight it, his mouth on your neck when he whispers against your ear. “Yes. Can I fuck your pus- your ass?” He rectifies in the last second with a proud smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Fuck- Yes. Yes. Come on.” You point somewhere to your right. “I have lube in the- in the cabinet. Good goddess.” His finger is exploring your insides and he rubs against your prostate, making your whole body feel electrified.

The lube is there. You don’t even see him moving, but the next second there’s cold against your crack, and he adds another finger. He stretches you like a professional, going as fast as possible without making you hurt. Just a tiny bit of sting, the right amount to drive your pleasure even higher. By the time he slips the fourth finger, you are ready to bite his hand off if he doesn’t replace it with his dick soon.

“I’m- I’m read. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fill me.” You are only saying incoherences, but you don’t care. “I need your cock. Your green popsicle. Please. Fuck. Please.

He turns your body around, your front pressed against the wall while he pulls your ass back so you are exposed to his hungry eyes. Your legs are still entangled in the fabric of your pants and underwear, but it’s not like he cares. He positions his dick… and thrusts.

The scream that leaves your throat is one of pure ecstasy, his dick filling every nook and cranny inside of you. You’ve never been so full, you’ve never felt so incredibly debauched. He grabs your hips and pulls you up, your feet in the air until you are basically hanging there, his dick in your ass and your hands against the wall.

And that’s it. He starts fucking you like you are nothing but a toy. He uses his superior strength and body weight to move you like you are a human fleshlight, and you can’t do anything but to moan in pleasure.

His dick is so big you can feel it everywhere, and with each thrust he hits your prostate. Your toes are curling, your eyes are crossing… But you can’t come. The movements are too fast for you to grab your dick without danger of hitting your head against the wall.

But it’s not like that seems like a problem to him. “I’m gonna- Fuck. I’m going to fill you. You are going to look so hot with my cum leaking out of your puss- FUCK.”

His growl is followed by a sinful amount of come filling your insides. He throbs and throbs inside of you, filling you to the brim. Until there’s no space left, until his come is leaking off you around his dick. It’s a mess, absolute filth… And fuck, you’ve never been as hard in your fucking life. You need to come more than you need to breathe.

The second he pulls out, he’s letting you onto your feet softly. You don’t know how, but your knees hold you up. You turn around and push him down until he’s on his knees. He follows willingly, your dick right there.

You start jerking off, the tip against his lips, framed by his beautiful tusks. The whole image, including the way he’s looking up at you like you are a god, and the fact that his tongue lolls out just enough to taste your precum… You are done for.

You spill all over his face while he smirks up at you, on his knees, on a filthy bathroom floor and looking fucked out and completely content.

“Maybe you are right. I think I’m into men,” he says after a beat, his face painted with your come and a big smile spreading on his green face.

“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.”