Worlds Prettiest Boy

Asking him, “How’s this?” Every inch I sink into his tight hole. I made sure to stretch him, but there’s not much you can do when it’s his first time. He whines and squirms in pleasure, and I don’t even punish him for not replying with his words.

“Does this feel good?” I ask when I finally bottom out. He nods furiously and mumbles something I can’t catch.

“I’m so big inside you, aren’t I?” I gently grab his thigh, pushing it up, making me sink into him some more. He cries out and moans, nails digging into my skin. “Does this feel good?” I start moving, looking at his face and smiling when he’s so embarrassed he can’t even look at me.

“I bet you can feel it in your cervix, can you?” I try to aim for that spot inside of him. We’re so close that his cock rubs against my lower stomach. I point at the small bulge that keeps appearing every time I thrust into him. “Here, can you feel it? Does it feel good? You can’t even talk- is that how good it feels?”

I don’t even realize he’s crying until he lets out a sob, and I gently coo at him.

“Oh baby, shh,” I lean towards him, sinking deeper into him without my intention. He arches his back into it, and I gently grab his face, trying to wipe away the tears, kissing them away. “It’s okay puppy, feels so good, huh? Look at you.”

I gently put my hand around his throat, hand brushing through his hair before pulling to get his attention. His pathetic, beautiful teary eyes looking up at me.

Leather daddies PLEASE spit in my mouth then slap me while calling me pretty... please...

Because after a scene I just can’t to anything and require my partner to literally take care of me and I don’t know how i can give him aftercare if i am in this state

Hey anon, thanks for your ask.

Ask your partner what makes them calm down and feel whole, adequate, and respected after a scene. No two people are exactly alike and everyone might need something slightly different. If you aren't physically able to right away, or if they're taking care of you first, that's fine. Try taking turns.

Omega being Dew's daddy as he stretches the little water ghoul out

Omega being Pebble's daddy as he makes him throat his whole cock

Omega being Aether's daddy as he rails him over his own desk

Oughggggg Daddy Omega

STEP INTO MY OFFICE Omega is THEEE daddy ever !! he'd be so gentle but still like firm and he does give paternal vibes to me EOUGH

I think Omega would be into the more 'soft' side of daddy kink, it's more about nurturing and praise and maybe a little authority but not like intense I think. He prefers to reward with pleasure and withhold it as punishment unless his sub asks directly for a more hands on approach. Even then I think he'd just use his hands, maybe a paddle if it's requested.

He'd make sure he treats his subs so good, only the best gear and equipment for his girls and boys. He'd be irresponsible if he didn't help Aether break in his new leather harness or Dew's chastity cage, makes sure they fit snug against their bodies until they're whining and begging their daddy to use them already.

They don't even need to come to him to ask usually, he can just tell. Dew being more snappy and agitated means that Omega just needs to pin him against a wall and rearrange his guts until he's crying and snivelling and sorry for being bad, begging his daddy to let him cum. Aether spending all his time in the infirmary, neglecting himself and in turn his pack because he just can't tear himself away from his work so Omega brings himself to Aether's work. He'd maybe leave the door blind undone, just to tease Aether that he's going to get caught and it's his fault for not coming to Omega sooner as he fucks Aether into his desk, watches him drool onto his paperwork and cum splatter on the fancy wood.

Pebble is the ultimate brat. He just brats for the sake of it, he usually torments Alpha but if Omega catches him?? he will not be doing anything for the foreseeable future as Omega forces him onto his knees, hands behind his back with a vibrator tied to his thigh and holding Pebbles head against him, Omega's dick in the back of his throat while Pebble's nose is pressed against his belly. He can't move or speak and his brain just melts out his ears as he gets to cockwarm his daddy, can't even think why he wanted to be a brat since it's so much better.

He bends you over the alter, the church empty. But Demon Priest would worship you in front of the masses if only you’d let him. He rubs his cock along your dripping slit, mixing his precum with your slick. Your pussy throbs, senses tingling. He’s so close to where you need him most.

“Put in—hmm— put it in,” you moan, hips wiggling against his. His cock catches onto your entrance and you suck in a harsh breath. He chuckles lowly in your ear.

“Oh, you want something? Tell me what you want, precious dove,” he rasps, his voice sending sparks that go straight to your core. A long whine leaves you.

“You know what.”

“But I wanna hear you say it, my love. What would you like me to stuff inside you,” he starts, his voice turning into a rough growls as his claws dig into your hips.

A high pitched mewl tears from your throat and echos off the empty church walls. No one but him and God there to witness such a blessed sound.

“Your cock!” You shout in desperation, pussy clenching around the bit of his tip pressed against you.

“How bad you want it?” He asks darkly as he starts to push in.

You let out a long moan, pushing back to help suck in his cock but his claws keep you in your place. You’re stuck going at his pace and he goes as slow as he seems bearable. The warmth of your slick walls proving relief for the stinging pain in his feet.

“S-sooo bad,” you whine, feeling the way your body slowly stretches around his girth, accommodating such a dizzying size. Every vein brushes along your depths and your body pulses with need.

Demon Priest huffs out a growl with every breath as your tightness nearly suffocates him. He leans over you, his frame swallowing your plump body, surrounding you with him and only him. His hot breath fans your ear and you clench around him, only serving to make him snarl at you.

“Now what would you like? You know I live to serve my God,” he says, voice sounding more demonic by the second.

“M-move.”

“Move?” He asks, his voice almost playful as he starts pulling out of you. You immediately whine in protest, core clenching around him to keep him trapped inside. Demon Priest lightly scrapes along your belly to restrain himself, his jaw clenching.

“Fuck me, please!” You cry out and Demon Priest roars, slamming his cock inside you at full force.

A massive claw reaches and brings your head down onto the alter. Keeping you positioned perfectly for him as Demon Priest brutally fucks up into your sopping cunt. From your place on your alter you can only just see his true demonic form and your pussy ripples along his length, making his thrusts grow even rougher as he splits you open on his cock.

“As you so command, little dove,” he says deeply through broken moans.

His eyes flash and you know you’ve unleashed something within him that you can’t contain. At least not until he’s forced a few dozen orgasms out of your ruined pussy.

You’re sitting in his lap while he fucks up into you with those unrelenting thigh muscles, holding you by the nape in one hand and playing with your little dick with the other.

Your hips stutter and you breathe out a moan as he sucks harder on your neck, drawing more blood from you, needing more. You grind blissfully against him, tugging at his hair.

The more he takes from you, the harder he fucks you, the more you feel yourself drenching his thighs, the sheets. Delirious and panting and moaning as things start to get warm and fuzzy around the edges.

He stops drinking from you only when he starts to feel your body slacken in his hands. He faces you with a blood stained mouth and black eyes. You blink dazedly as his face starts to go fuzzy, darkness invading the corners of your vision. He looks so perfect.

“Poor thing,” he murmurs, cradling your face in his hands. “I took too much.”

The next thing you know you are blinking into consciousness, fuzzy and dazed as a wave of pleasure crashes over you, a warm tongue tasting you, sucking on you. You choke out a moan, your thighs twitching as he holds them apart, humming against your pussy.

“That’s it pet, lay there and relax.” He cooes, as if you had another choice.

Your eyes flutter shut again as you melt into his mouth, his touch. When you feel a sharp nip and a pinch at your thigh, and his mouth close around the wound, you can only moan.

“I’ll be careful this time,” he promises against your thigh. “If you only knew how sweet you taste.” His voice has that primal edge it gets when he’s been drinking from you.

“Take it, it’s yours,” You manage to get out through heavy lips.

He smiles up at you, starting to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. As you whimper and grind weakly up into his hand he laughs softly.

Oh, my pretty little pet of faith. I know how you oh-so desire with the sweet need to be filled with cum, the thing between your legs drooling with anticipation when you think about it. When you clasp your hands together and squeeze your arms tight, trying to gain friction on your chest where you desperately need it most, I know you're thinking about the way you love being defiled right in the eyes of your God. You have the most desperate and delicious desire to be destroyed and stripped of your identity, to serve your new God.

You know it's a sinful act, a shameful desire, a whim you shouldn't act on or desire, because you were taught celibacy. You were taught that having sex would guarantee you a spot in Hell unless you repented endlessly and whipped yourself straight for your Sin—but you don't want to repent, do you? You worship a false idol, my cock, and I can save you from the guilt of craving sex... with another man, no less. You're becoming addicted to the smell of sex, to the feeling of cock, to the warm feeling in your chest and the tears in your eyes. God isn't real enough to wipe your tears away, but I am, and I give you comfort, in this world and the next.

Don't worry about going to Hell, my little saint; where you're going is far more lovely. You'll get to lay pretty on the bed of yours truly and be used like the cum dump you were meant to be, the breeding bitch God intended you to have been all along. You will then have fulfilled your true purpose; a dumb whore who gets excited at the thought of me, so much so you keep your legs spread of anticipation of my cock, spilling all the seed I last left there.