Moonkie Studios

Pierrot

"Please, my love, one more. One more time, I need to fill you to the brim with my essence."

The sinful squelching of his knot filling you and popping back out drowned out your exhausted whimpers. His cock steadily pulsating more of his amber tinted cum into your abused hole.

"I need to make you mine in every way imaginable." He huffed out, not from exhaustion, but passion. "I will defy our biologies and fill you with my young, our young. Oh the thought of starting a family with you is so intoxicating."

He guides your legs to wrap around his waist as he leans down to your sweat soaked neck, using his tongue to sample his hard work. The new angle causing his cock to brush against your sore sweet spot causing you to clench around him. His cock twitched in reply before he slammed his hips into yours, his balls meeting your ass with a wet clap.

"Oh? Does that excite you too, my dear? The thought of starting a family with a beast like me?" He chuckles against your tender, bite riddled skin, his delirium sinking its own teeth into his actions as he pistons ruthlessly into you again.

Your new tightness from overstimulation barring his knot from entry as he desperately knocks for entry. Your bed moaning in tandem with your hoarse throat as your sweet clown indulges his desires. His groans twisting into animalistic growls as his pace staggers and his cock straining against the confines of your walls, your stomach bulging at the overwhelming size and volume of his cock and cum.

Pierrot lets out a strained groan before sitting up from your neck and roughly grabbing your thighs. With ease he moves you onto your knees and pins your shoulders to the bed, the motion of his cock twirling in your guts leaving you trembling and limp.

"Me desculpe, meu amor. Preciso te criar direito. Preciso te fazer minha. Minha. Toda minha." His honeyed words a stark comparison to his feral demeanor, his fangs barred, drool streaming out of the corners of his mask.

He grips your hips with his free hand as he fully sheathes himself again, the new angle nearly sending him over the edge as he throws his head back in bliss.

"Fomos feitos um para o outro, meu amor. Dedicarei-me a você e aos nossos filhos. Nenhum mal jamais acontecerá a você ou à nossa família."

He uses your hips as a handle as he fucks you onto his cock, meeting his thrusts with a desperate fervor. His knot swelling again, preparing for another dose of his attempt to defy nature and make his dreams come true.

He hovers above you, his claws gripping you tighter, the stinging sensation of his talons piercing your fragile skin adding to your building orgasm. "I can feel you tightening up again, my heart. Are you going to cum again? Please, I need to feel you coil around me again."

He lets out another feverish laugh as he grabs your ass with both hands, ruthlessly pounding into your body. His grip breaking skin as crimson mixes with sweat and drool.

"Oh, my darling," he chokes out, his hips losing their rhythm as the aroma of your blood fills his body in the same way as he fills your walls. His hips slamming into yours as he wraps his arms around your waist.

His knot demands entry as he firmly thrusts against you, his need to fill you overwhelming as he hurriedly stretches your hole. His cock throbbing as it begins to leak inside you.

The fullness of his knot sends you over the pinnacle as you tighten around him, your body trembling and squirming under his hold as his cock pulsates inside you colliding with your waves of pleasure. The pressure of his copious volume of cum starting to become overwhelming as you peer underneath you.

A steady stream of sin drips from your joining bodies. His amber tinted cum mixing with yours as a red tint gradually mixes into the cocktail of sin.

He slows his pace, gently pressing against you and threatening to knot-fuck you, a consistent purr emanating from his throat as he rubs tiny circles into your battered hips.

"Por favor, meu anjo, mais uma vez, one more, oh please," he whimpers out in between primal pants.

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(I'm sorry, my love. I need to breed you properly. I need to make you mine. Mine. All mine.)

(We were made for each other, my darling. I will devote myself to you and our offspring. No harm will ever come to you or our family.)

Jester

"Such a filthy creature you are, come on, don't tell me you're tired now."

His taunts only fuel you as you try to concentrate on meeting his thrusts, rocking on your knees as you straddle his lap. His cocks twisting inside of you, some veering off to experiment with different spots within you, others teasingly prodding at others that nearly make your rhythm faulter.

His eyes burn into yours as he studies your features, reading exactly what things make you lose your composure. His gaze drops to the purple collar around your neck, the star tag jingling with a matching "J" tag, the noise acting as a metronome to your pitiful performance.

He props himself onto his elbows as he tilts his head to the side, "don't tell me you're getting close already, pet." His voice feigning pity as two of his cocks press suddenly into the spot that always makes you see stars.

Your body clenches around him as your thighs clamp around his hips, your back arching as you try to deny yourself the pleasure of release. You know better than to cum without permission, and he knows exactly which internal buttons to push to tempt you with his punishments.

You regain your composure as you return to the steady pace, syncing with his cocks again with a shudder.

"Such a good human, I'm mildly impressed you managed to pull that off," his hand reaches up to comb through your hair as a reward, the gentle touch sending a similar jolt of pleasure throughout your body as you fight for control again.

"I suppose a good pet like you deserves release now," he ghosts his hand down past your nipples, lightly grazing them with one of his claws. The threat of slicing the tender flesh adding onto your euphoria.

He studies your body as goosebumps form at his featherlight caress travels down past your navel, your body bucking into his touch and throwing you slightly off of your pace.

"Ah ah ah, I didn't say to stop, only good pets get what they want." His eyes flick up to yours in warning, a glint of purple assisting in driving his threat home as you nod obediently.

His hand meets your sensitive groin, tracing teasing circles around your sensitive spots. Your knees begin to faulter and tremble at the workload of resisting pleasure and maintaining the pace.

His grin grows at your new struggle, "not yet, don't cum just yet," he coos as he rubs tighter circles around your eager nub/tip.

Your hips begin to follow suit of your knees, struggling to grind against his and bucking into his touch, your mouth quickly following their lead as you beg for permission to cum.

He chuckles at your waning composure, "good pet, asking before coming undone."

His cocks move as one to press against your sensitive walls, thrusting into you to make up for your slack, his hand moves from your groin to grabbing you by the collar, pulling you back.

"Cum for me, pet"

You obey his command and the dam breaks. Your thighs clamp around his hips as his thrusts pummel your convulsing walls. The pressure from the collar causing your moan to strain and your back to arch towards him, putting on a spectacular finale for his eyes only.

His cocks piston deep inside you, your mess beginning to pool between the two of you as he laughs at your performance.

"Very good, such a show deserves an encore, don't you think so, pet?"

He grabs your thighs and lifts you, hovering your spent hole over his lap, his cocks just barely inside you, writhing and spreading his purple tinted precum in preparation for the next act.

He slams your body on top of him, his cocks reaching depths you didn't know were even possible, the tips of them curling against your sweet spots with every raise of your frame.

He uses you like his own personal toy, your previous pace and rhythm a pitiful comparison to his flawless performance. His cocks begin to twitch inside of you, some hardening further, preparing to flood your walls with his cum, others prepare for something more intimate.

"I'm going to fill you up, minha besta imunda" His composure only varying at his mother tongue. His breathing hitching before he pants, "I'm going to claim you as mine, would you like that?"

His eyes meet yours and there's an unfamiliar gentleness behind them. Whether it be something simple like him asking for your consent or the emotional vulnerability of deepening the bond between you will be a conversation for later. You nod desperately as his eyes flick back to the collar he had tailored for you. The "J" catches the light just right and he drops you onto his lap, his cocks pulsating inside of you, some filling every inch in his lavender essence, while others begin to pump pearl-like eggs inside of your sensitive hole. The temperature difference causing you to shiver and tighten at the sensation of being his personal incubator.

The internal pressure of his eggs readjusting themselves inside of you and mixing with his cum send you over the edge unexpectedly, your body clenching around him for dear life as you moan out apologies and beg for forgiveness.

He grabs the ring of your collar and pulls you in, his fangs sinking deep into the soft flesh of your shoulder. The taste of your blood causing him to growl against your tender flesh as you pulsate around him, his eggs struggling to find comfortable anchor points inside of you.

He pulls away from your shoulder with a groan,

"You know the rules, pet, don't cum without permission." His eyes flicker with that hypnotic purple before your vision blackens.

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("... my filthy beast")