Hello I'm back with another dirty novel that's gotten way out of hand. Please enjoy 💕💦
Thinking tonight about meeting a hulking, mysterious monster in disguise at a Halloween party and being lured away into its burrow. It coaxes you deeper underground with cloying scents, soothing growls against your ear, and honeyed thoughts of losing yourself in a good fuck. You only plan on staying for the night, but the monster has plans to keep you forever. Once you reach the main chamber of the burrow, the humid space is thick with pheromones, making you dizzy and soft. You're led to its nest where you settle in the cozy bedding, never realizing this is where you'll spend the rest of your days carrying the monster's spawn and luxuriating in its adoration.
The monster strips you of your clothes while its long tongue slathers wetness across your throat. It’s so warm and cozy under this beast and the pheromones in the air aren’t helping you keep clear your head either. You should be in a panic right now, especially when its fat cock spills out of its slit and ruts against your sex, but all you can do is groan in pleasure and open your mouth for that devilish tongue to roll and coil around your own tongue.
You’re drifting in the sensations and sounds of this monster. Its strokes were sharp and snappy and never-ending. Its hot breath puffs over your face, breathing more pheromones into your mouth and nose. Its growling echoes all the chamber walls so it's all you can hear besides the rapid smack of skin against fur. It's too impatient to pause and sink its cock into your hole, already lost in the heat of its mate’s body. It’s only by chance that it pulls back too far on a thrust that lets its cock line up with your hole before it spears its way into you. The pheromones had done their job of relaxing your body because the initial thrust which should have been filled with the pain of being stretched too wide too quickly is nothing but the white-hot pleasure of it nailing your sweet spot on the first strike.
The delicious pressure of being impaled, of being held down under its comforting weight, of being smothered in wetness as the beast’s drool dripped down from its mouth and onto your face, was all too much for your body. A shout works its way up from deep inside your chest as you shake through your first orgasm. but it gets trapped in your throat. Your voice has nowhere to go when the beast leans down to lick at the mess it’s made of you, stealing your air and making you dizzier.
Even through the haze you can tell something is happening when the beast hunches further over you and its pace turns from desperate to ferocious. It drags you closer to hump and thrash against your hole as you feel something bulging at the base of its cock. A knot is what you think. A knot meant to keep you close and open as hot cum paints every inch of your insides white and milky. A knot meant to keep you sweet and loose for its young.
With another shove, the beast reaches its own climax and the knot pushes into your hole. It would be terrifying if you could feel pain as it takes up more space inside you, but the cocktail of aphrodisiacs and pheromones keep you from feeling anything that hurts. The only feeling that floods your nerves is the brain-numbing pleasure of the extra girth punching against your sweet spot. Both of you moan into the air as the first spurt of cum rushes through you.
Again, it’s all too much for your body as you slip deeper into the haze again from your second orgasm. The knot keeps any drop from escaping so all you can do is whine and jerk weakly against its iron grip as the cum forces its way up in your belly, pooching the skin there. It’s the most intense pleasure you’ve ever experienced in your life, and it's only amplified by the knowledge that this is your life from now on. All you’ll ever know again is your mate constantly throwing you down on your back, legs held wide apart, and impaled relentlessly on its knot until you drown in its monstrous love.
Even with the knot settled firmly in place, the beast never stops rutting its hips against you, and when you float back into semi-awareness you can feel its cock still as hard as when you first saw it. For now, its pace is gentle as it croons sweetly against your ear, trying its best to be comforting as its hips grind closer and deeper against you. The coddling won’t last long though. Your mate is so eager to fill you up again until there’s no doubt you’re full of its young. Even then you’ll never be free of its cock again. It loves you too much.
(Can I be your 💌 anon? Because I quite enjoy writing these smutty love letters for you🥰)
Goddddd I love this, really ticking all my boxes. Coincidentally using my knotted dildo as I read this as well.
And yes you may be 💌 anon! Thank you for the treat this Halloween >:)).
