Coquette_boy

It clung to him like a second skin, never fully gone, never far from reach. The iron tang seeped into his clothes, lingered in his hair, stained his hands until it became part of his smell—sharp, metallic, familiar. Blood made Jeff who he was. And the things he loved most eventually ended up drenched in it too.

You were no exception.

The front door creaked open, and there he was—clothes soaked halfway through, hair damp and matted, streaks of red drying against the pale lines of his throat. His grin was sharp, feral, his knife still loose in his hand, the faint drip of someone else’s life sliding off its edge.

He looked delicious.

You didn’t wait. You lunged for him, a hungry collision that knocked his back into the doorframe. Your hands grabbed at his hoodie, smearing blood over your fingers, and your mouth crashed against his, tasting copper the moment your lips met. He groaned into you, low and hungry, teeth nipping your lip until they clamped down hard. The kiss turned wetter, messier—copper on your tongue, his and yours mixing—and you moaned against it like it was the only thing you wanted.

“Can barely get in the fuckin’ door,” Jeff rasped, dragging the knife up alongside your hip as he pressed you harder against him. His free hand smeared across your cheek, leaving crimson streaks like war paint. “It’s embarrassing how desperate you are, baby.”

And he was right—you were. You craved the heat of it, the smell that filled your head, the way it slicked over his skin until he looked less human and more like the monster you couldn’t stop wanting. Every drop only made him more intoxicating, and the sight of him—knife in hand, chest heaving, grin sharp and stained—set your body on fire.

You pulled at him harder, clawing through his hoodie, shoving his weaponed hand up near your head, urging him to cut, to smear, to ruin. You wanted every inch of him—every inch bloody, brutal, and yours.

“Cut me,” you panted.

Jeff’s wide eyes nearly shot out of his head. His arm hooked under your thighs, lifting you up the stairs two at a time, his knife still flashing in his hand. You clung to him, mouths locked together in a bruising kiss, blood mixing on your tongues until you couldn’t tell where his ended and yours began.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind him, and he shoved you onto the bed with a laugh that was half-growl, half-madness. The sheets were clean for a single heartbeat. Then the knife was there—sliding under the hem of your bra, a quick, precise slice that snapped the fabric apart. He tore your shirt away like it was paper, exposing skin that he immediately marred with shallow cuts, crimson blooming across your chest, staining the stark white beneath you. You hissed, body jerking at the sting of his blade, but it just got him more excited.

“Fuck, look at that,” he hissed, eyes wide, transfixed as the red spread across the sheets under your back. “Mine. All mine.”

Your pants didn’t last long—he gripped, yanked, ripped seams until denim gave way, tossing them to the floor without a glance. His hoodie followed, soaked and sticky, hitting the ground with a wet slap before his hands were back on you, dragging down your sides, smearing blood across your stomach. You grabbed at him like you were starved, pulling his mouth back to yours, biting hard enough to taste more iron, grinding against him desperately as he fought with the zipper of his jeans. The knife pressed to your hip, nicking again, sharp little reminders of who was in control, each sting answered by your moan into his mouth.

When he finally kicked free of his pants, he was already slick with blood, pale skin streaked, muscles taut and trembling. He pressed down against you, grinding hard, cock straining against you, dragging blood across your thighs as you writhed beneath him. His hands left crimson fingerprints on your tits, your throat, your hips, marking you as completely as the knife did.

“You’re making a mess—”

“You love it,” Jeff growled back, teeth scraping your jaw as he shoved his knee between your thighs, pressing until you arched. His knife trailed lazily down your ribs, leaving another burning nick. “You love being ruined by me.”

And he was right—you wanted nothing but this: his mouth, his blood, his knife, his body pressing yours into blood-stained sheets until you couldn’t remember where you ended and he began.

The blade glinted as Jeff slid it lower, the edge hooking beneath the thin lace of your panties. One quick slice, and they fell apart, curling uselessly against your thighs as he ripped them away and tossed the scraps aside. He didn’t stop kissing you through it—teeth dragging, lips sucking blood from the cut he’d already made in your mouth, groaning into the mess he’d created.

He pulled back only long enough to shove his boxers down, the fabric sliding to his knees before he kicked them off. His cock bobbed free, thick, flushed, already smeared with traces of pre from your frantic grinding earlier. He wrapped one hand around himself lazily, stroking once, twice, letting you see every inch of him, his grin sharp and filthy as your breath hitched.

“Look at you,” he rasped, knife tip grazing the swell of your breast as he lined himself up against your soaked entrance. “Spread open on my bed, desperate as a whore… begging for me.” He dragged the blade down your chest, pressing just enough for the skin to split in a thin, hot line that welled with crimson. You clenched your teeth, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white against the sting. His eyes lit up at the sight. “Fuck… perfect.”

”Jeff—” You moaned, arching into the sting, your body desperate, trembling, every nerve alive. He pressed his cock against you, teasing, smearing the head through the slick mess between your thighs but not pushing in yet. Each shallow cut he made along your ribs, your stomach, sent a jolt of heat down your spine, mixing pain with unbearable need.

“Careful now,” he mocked, kissing the corner of your mouth as the knife nicked your skin again. “Every time you move like that… whoops.” He smirked, shallowly dragging the blade lower, across your belly, as he bullied just the tip of himself inside. “You’ll just end up bleeding more for me.”

The stretch was overwhelming, the tease unbearable, and you whimpered, trying to push back against him. His free hand clamped your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place.

“Nuh-uh,” Jeff snarled, voice dropping, hungry. “I go slow… or I don’t go at all. And you want me, don’t you?” He pressed in deeper, dragging the knife back up your chest, painting his palm red as he smeared the blood across your breast. His cock split you open inch by inch, filling you until you couldn’t breathe, the sharp sting of the blade mirrored by the stretch of him inside you.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt with one sharp thrust that made the sheets beneath you bloom red from the fresh cuts that dribbled down your skin. His grin widened, wild, manic, as he ground his hips against yours, knife hovering over your throat now. “I want to hear you cry.”

Jeff let the knife clatter to the nightstand, the sound sharp against the breathless silence of the room. His hips rolled steady, deep, a measured pace that dragged along your insides and left you gasping. The sudden slowness was maddening—the kind of tease he never indulged in unless he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

You gritted your teeth, nails curling into the ruined sheets. “You never go slow—ah,” you panted, voice breaking on the thrust. “What the fuck are you doing?”

His grin split wide, feral, eyes burning as he leaned over you. “Oh, you don’t like this?” he mocked, driving in deep, slow again—before snapping his hips forward with a brutal slam that knocked the air out of your lungs. “Better?”

Your cry broke into a moan, your back arching as he did it again, faster this time, harder, the teasing pace abandoned as he fucked into you with agressive, merciless thrusts. His hands roamed your body, dragging through blood on your chest, your stomach, your thighs, smearing crimson across your skin until you were slick and streaked. His fingers pressed into every cut, every bruise, spreading the mess, marking you again and again.

Then, with a wicked laugh, he pulled his hands back and ran them over his own torso, dragging your blood across his pale skin. The contrast was obscene—his chest heaving, abs flexing with every slam, smeared with streaks of red that shone against his ghostly pallor. His muscles caught the light in sharp planes, painted in the mess he’d made of you. You couldn’t look away. His body was lean but cut, every thrust pulling the cords of his abdomen taut, the smear of blood making him look less human and more like the predator he was. His pale skin glowed against the dark color, sweat making it glisten, and your mouth watered with the urge to lick him clean, to taste every inch.

“Fuck, you’re staring,” Jeff rasped, catching the hunger in your eyes. He smeared another handprint over his ribs, dragging down across the sharp V of his hips as he knocked his hips deeper, faster, the blood dripping down his sides in rivulets. “You like me like this, huh? A mess. Covered in you.”

“Yes—yeah, yeah—” You nodded, reaching for him desperately, needing to touch him, to drag your hands across the blood on his chest, but Jeff caught your wrists in one rough grip. He slammed them above your head into the sheets, pinning you down, his grin sharp and merciless as he loomed over you, his dark hair curtaining you to see his face only.

“Nuh-uh,” he rasped, thrusting deep, grinding into you until your eyes rolled back. “You don’t get to touch, baby. You just take it.”

His free hand pressed flat against your stomach, just above where he was buried inside you, and the pressure made every snap of his hips hit deeper, harder. The sensation ripped a scream from your throat, pleasure and pain fusing until you could hardly breathe.

Blood trickled from the thin cuts on your chest and stomach, smeared under his palm, dribbling across your sides and soaking deeper into the sheets. The white beneath you had turned nearly pink, streaks spreading every time you writhed and bucked beneath him. Your whole body was painted red, each thrust shaking more warmth free from your wounds, until you were slippery and glowing under him.

“You’re beautiful” Jeff growled, his voice ragged, feral. He ground harder, pressing his hand down cruelly on your belly while his cock pistoned in and out of you, the wet slap of your bodies mixed with the slick sound of sticky hot gore. “So beautiful. Better than any—hah—any stupid bitch I’ve cut up before.”

You whimpered, locking your thighs around his hips, pulling him tighter, deeper, keeping him there as if you could fuse your bodies together. The iron tang of blood filled your nose, your mouth, your skin, and still you arched into him, trembling under the steady assault of his thrusts.

His pale skin was streaked with your red, his chest shining with sweat and ichor both, every flex of his muscles smeared with proof of how he ruined you. His hair stuck to his forehead, dark strands damp and clotted with copper, and still he looked at you like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

“You’re filthy,” he snarled, slamming harder, hips snapping with merciless rhythm as his grip on your wrists tightened. “Such a dumb bitch letting me do whatever I want.”

Jeff’s nails dug into the soft skin of your wrists, biting crescents into the flesh until you cried out, your body writhing helplessly beneath him. His other hand pressed cruelly down on your stomach, his full weight bearing into it as his cock drove deep, every thrust slamming straight into your core with bruising force.

“Fuck—fuck fuck fuck—” you felt your eyes beginning to roll.

The pressure was unbearable—too much, too sharp, too good. You broke almost instantly, your body arching against the sheets as your climax ripped through you. A ragged scream tore from your throat as you clenched tight around him, your walls spasming, milking him in frantic pulses.

“F–fuck,” Jeff snarled, voice cracking as his hips stuttered, his cock caught in the vice of your release. “God, you’re—fucking—tight—” His teeth bared, a groan rumbling low in his chest as he slammed harder, chasing the feel of you squeezing him.

Your thighs shook, locked tight around his hips, dragging him deeper as you gasped, “J-Jeff—don’t stop—fuck—”

“Wasn’t planning to,” he hissed, leaning down, his breath hot against your chest. His tongue darted out, dragging a slow, wet stripe up the cut he’d carved there, lapping at the fresh bleed as though it were nectar. You shuddered, the sting sharp and intoxicating as he licked higher, tasting every drop of crimson on his way.

By the time he reached your throat, you were still trembling, aftershocks rattling through your body as he mouthed at your neck, sucking more blood to the surface. His lips finally found yours, crashing down in a wet, messy kiss that smeared both your tastes together. His tongue pushed into your mouth, tangling with yours, copper on both your tongues, kissing you silly, sloppy, desperate.

“Mine,” he groaned against your lips, biting until he drew more blood, then swallowing it down with another bruising kiss. His hips rolled even as he kissed you, deep and frantic, the bed creaking under the merciless rhythm. “My bloody, filthy, perfect girl.”

And you kissed him back with everything you had, tasting iron and sweat and sex, your body wrecked and painted red beneath him, his weight crushing you deliciously into the ruined sheets. “Jeffrey—”

Jeff snarled against your mouth one last time before abruptly rolling, flipping your bodies with a brutal twist. You landed on his chest with a breathless gasp, thighs straddling his hips, your slick cunt still clenching around him. He leaned back against the bloody sheets, eyes dark and burning as he shoved up into you, filling you so deep you nearly saw stars.

“Ride me,” he growled, reaching to the nightstand. His bloody fingers wrapped around the handle of his knife, and he pressed it into your trembling hands. “Here. Feel it.”

You blinked, chest heaving, still gasping for air as you stared down at the blade. The weight of it settled heavy in your palm, the edge still glinting, calling you.

Jeff groaned, snapping his hips up under you, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock, his hands gripping your waist so tight it hurt. “Use it,” he rasped, voice cracked and guttural. He was teetering on that wonderful edge, you could see it. “Fuckin’—let me feel it.”

You trembled, turning the blade down and dragging it teasingly over his chest. Not cutting—just the flat of the steel gliding across his pale skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His abs flexed beneath it, the contrast obscene, your blood still smeared over every ridge and plane of his torso.

“Like this?” you smiled.

He bucked harder beneath you, his cock stretching you open with each savage thrust, his groans breaking into curses as he threw his head back against the pillow. “God—fuck yes—” His grin split wide, manic and wild, as your hand traced the knife down his ribs, then up across his collarbone. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon—just a little more, baby.”

You moaned, grinding down against him, your thighs trembling from the relentless pace he set, never giving you a moment to settle. The blade traced lower, over his stomach, skimming dangerously close to where you were joined, and Jeff’s breath hitched, his hips slamming up harder, chasing the sting that never quite came.

“You look so fucking good with that knife in your hand,” he panted, dragging his own bloody fingers up your sides. He reached up, smearing more crimson across your tits, pinching your nipples until you cried out. “Sitting on my cock, teasing me with my own goddamn blade—fuck.”

His hips snapped up again, the bed shaking, your body jolting with every thrust, the knife still balanced in your grip as you traced lazy, dangerous lines over the man beneath you. Your eyes roamed his body as you rode him, hips rolling in time with his relentless thrusts from below. Blood streaked across his torso in messy handprints, but underneath you saw the older marks—the faded scars crisscrossing pale skin. Some were jagged, left by fights. Others were neat, purposeful, the kind he had carved into himself out of rage or hunger or boredom.

Your breath caught, the knife still resting in your hand as you traced one scar along his ribs with the flat of the blade. “You’ve already been cut a thousand times,” you panted, your thighs trembling as you ground down against him. “Scars from fights… scars from your own hand…”

Jeff’s eyes locked on yours, wild, fever-bright, as you let the blade skate across his chest.

“But this,” you whispered, rolling your hips harder, your cunt clenching down around him, making him groan. “This would be different. Better.”

His grin faltered into something rawer, his jaw slack as your words hit him. His hips jerked up hard, nearly throwing you forward. “F-fuck—what?”

Your lips curved into a blood-smeared smile as you held the knife poised just above his abdomen. “Can I put my name here, Jeff?” you breathed, the question hot and broken with lust. “Mark you. I’m yours, right?”

He groaned so hard it sounded like pain, his head snapping back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he looked at you again—wrecked, desperate, already teetering on the edge. His cock twitched violently inside you, and you could feel how close he was, could feel him pulsing.

“Fuck, fuck—yes,” he snarled, almost a sob. His hand shot up, catching your wrist, guiding the blade down until the tip kissed the skin just above his hipbone. He pressed harder, the edge dimpling his pale stomach. His eyes burned into yours as he growled, “Do it. Fucking do it.”

His hips snapped up again, brutal, nearly knocking the knife from your hand as he fucked into you. “Brand me—fuck—make me yours, too.”

“Alright,” you breathed, fingers steadying the blade. “I’m going to do this slowly. Letter by letter.”

He groaned immediately, hips snapping up reflexively, grinding into you even as his hand pressed your wrist down to keep him steady. “F-fuck… baby, I—oh—yeah.”

You smiled, teeth biting your lip, and guided the tip of the knife into his skin. The first nick drew a thin line of crimson, and he hissed, back arching, cock twitching. “Ah—shit… god, right there!” His hands fisted the sheets, his hips jerking against you in tiny, desperate thrusts, his legs growing restless behind you, but you held him still.

“Shhh… steady,” you murmured, pressing lightly on his stomach to ground him. You carved the first letter carefully, watching his reactions. “Feel that?”

Jeff groaned, voice raw, ragged. “F-fuck, yeah… like—oh—like fire…” His hips jerked, trying to ride the sensation even as you stopped him mid-thrust. “Hurry… please hurry, baby.”

You let a wicked smile curl your lips. “One letter done. Are you ready for the next?”

His breath hitched, chest heaving. “I—fuck… yes, god, I’m ready… oh shit, please…” He shuddered, pressing tiny thrusts into you every time your attention faltered between letters, edging himself against you, nearly spilling inside your slick heat.

You drew the next, slow, deliberate, following the curves of his skin. “Another,” you whispered, dragging the knife through his flesh, just deep enough to scar. Jeff groaned again, tilting his head back, hands clawing at the sheets and over his face.

“Holy—fuck—yes… don’t stop… don’t ever stop,” he hissed, snapping his hips in shallow jerks, trying to ride the pleasure-pain while you paused between letters. Each time he tried, you pressed your palm down on his stomach, murmuring, “Not yet… be patient.”

He whimpered, cock twitching, almost spilling every time, desperate, on the edge. He gripped your thighs, scratching his nails into the drying blood there. “Fuck—baby, please—I can’t… I can’t hold it—”

“Then feel it,” you teased, dragging the blade across another line, “but stay still. Let me do this.”

His hips jerked involuntarily, grinding into you, nails digging into your thighs, blood smeared across both of you, red and wet and intoxicating. His moans were ragged, broken, every thrust timed between your letters, every hiss a prayer, every twitch of his cock begging for release. You drew each letter slowly, watching his reactions—the arch of his back, the tremble of his thighs, the sharp intake of breath, the guttural groans that shredded the air. Each one made him whimper, shout, beg, growl, and beg again.

“F-fuck… yes, oh god, yes… ah!”

You shushed him, pressing your blood-slick palm against his chest. “And you call me filthy.”

You drew the final letter slowly, deeply, dragging the knife along his pale skin until crimson smeared across every line. Blood coated his abdomen so thickly it was nearly impossible to see the full word you had carved—your name stretched across him in messy, furious lines. Each nick stung, burned hot, and made your hands slick, but you didn’t stop, tracing the final curves with a shaky, trembling grip.

“I’m done,” you whispered, breath ragged, chest heaving, voice trembling from the mix of adrenaline, lust, and blood.

Before you could react, Jeff snatched the knife from your hands, tossing it aside with a sharp clatter. His hands caught you mid-breath, pulling you down onto his chest in one brutal, fluid motion. The wet, sticky press of his body against yours made the heat of your skin and the tang of blood feel electric.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your back, crushing you against him, pressing every inch of his gore-slick body to yours. The friction, the heat, the sheer force of him inside you drove a scream from your lips.

Jeff’s hips snapped violently against yours, faster, harder, and every thrust dug into you with a ruthless intensity. He couldn’t even tease you, teeth clenched so tightly as he fucked whatever restraint he still held up into your sopping cunt.

Then he came, hard and deep, every inch of him shuddering inside you, the sensation overwhelming as he groaned your name, biting, licking, and nipping as he rode out his orgasm. His tongue found your jaw, dragged along your cheek, tasting your blood and sweat as he held you close, grinding you against him even through the aftershocks.

“Mine,” he rasped, voice hoarse, chest heaving, one arm tightening around your back, the other tracing lazy, bloody lines over your skin. “All mine…”

You shivered, trembling in his hold, every nerve alive, slick and sticky, chest pressed to chest, body wrapped in gore and heat. You could feel his heart hammering, matching your own erratic pulse, and you both lay there, panting, bleeding, and utterly wrecked—completely, perfectly consumed by each other.

You pushed yourself upright, hands planted on his chest, panting, sweat and blood slicking your fingers. Your eyes roamed over him—his pale skin streaked with crimson, his hair damp and matted, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside you. The sheets beneath you were ruined, more red than white, sticky and warm.

Sliding off his lap, the slick mess of his cum dribbled down your thighs, teasing you even though your body was still trembling from sensitivity. You were overwhelmed, overloaded, every nerve screaming—but somehow, impossibly, you were still desperate.

Jeff growled low in his throat, eyes dark, staring down at the messy jumble of letters on his abdomen, spelling your name. “Now you really are mine,” he said, sharp, possessive, and it made your chest shiver.

You swallowed, breath hitching, and pushed your lips into a mischievous smirk. “Prove it,” you breathed, voice shaky but challenging.

Your gaze fell to the knife tangled in the sheets at the edge of the bed. Slowly, deliberately, you crawled to it on all fours, hips swaying slightly despite your overstimulation. Then you turned your head back toward him, eyes wide, expectant, burning with need. You picked up the knife carefully and held it out to him, blood-slicked, a silent, daring invitation.

Jeff’s pupils dilated instantly. His grin split wide, sharp and feral. He understood immediately. No words were needed.

He crawled forward, slow, predatory, his blood-streaked fingers closing around the knife. Every inch of him radiated hunger and control as he moved behind you, chest brushing your back, cock hard and twitching even still, hands tracing the curve of your spine, the swell of your ass, the untouched, flawless skin between your blood-smeared patches. “Perfect,” he murmured, voice low, rough, almost reverent. “Completely… beautiful.”

You pressed back against him, letting him feel every slick inch of your heat grinding against his hard cock. The wet friction of him against your ass made your thighs tremble, every nerve screaming even though you were sore and overstimulated.

“I… I want to be yours,” you whispered, breath shaky, voice barely audible. “Truly… all yours.”

Jeff growled, pressing his hands to your hips and gripping hard, thumbs digging into flesh as he edged the knife down your spine. Each pass left angry red lines across your skin, shallow at first, marking you, teasing you, warning you of what was to come. He pressed back into the warmth of your cunt with a slow, steady thrust, hips rolling just enough to make you both gasp.

“You’re mine, baby,” he rasped, voice guttural, low and demanding. “Forever.”

The two of you moved together in this careful rhythm, so slow it made every nerve stand on edge. Every brush of the knife, every grind of his cock against you, made you shiver and whine. Your body was hypersensitive, blood and sweat mixing across your skin, and even the lightest touch from him sent sparks shooting through you.

“You’re going to feel this,” Jeff whispered, teeth grazing your shoulder, tongue dragging across the curve of your neck. “Every inch of this. Every mark. You’ll never doubt it again.”

You gasped, pressing harder against him, thighs clenching, heart hammering in your chest. The heat between your bodies, the sharp sting of the knife, the slick slick press of his cock inside you, all fused together, overwhelming your senses. You fisted the sheets beneath you, trying to stay as steady as possible.

“Slow,” he growled, nipping at your neck, dragging the knife lightly down again. “I want you to feel every line… every letter before I finish.”

And there, in the mess of blood, sweat, and adrenaline, you both teetered on the edge—so sensitive, so overstimulated, so painfully aware of the domination, the obsession, and the love twisted into something violent, erotic, and utterly yours.

Jeff’s hands gripped your hips, holding you steady above the bed, looking down at how you were laid out before him, cock buried inside you, perfectly still as his fingers dug into your skin. His eyes never left the curve of your lower back, where he intended to carve his name—his devotion, his claim. The knife gleamed between his fingers, still slick with both your bloods.

“You got it?” he murmured, voice low, rough, but reverent. 

You nodded, lips trembling, tears brimming as you felt the weight of what was about to happen. Carving your name into him was one thing—Jeff’s body was a museum of experiences, of his story. But this—his name on you—this is the best act of devotion he could give to someone. Him claiming you. Pain licked along your nerves, sharp and immediate, but beneath it there was something hotter, deeper—pleasure tangled with terror, with arousal, with belonging.

He pressed the tip of the knife into your skin above your ass, a shallow nick to start, and you gasped. “Shh,” he cooed, voice soft now, almost tender, trailing kisses along your shoulder. “Beautiful, baby. You’re perfect for me.”

Then he began.

J—a deep, deliberate stroke down and across, dragging red streaks across your lower back. You cried out, pressing against him instinctively, hips lifting as your heat flared with the sting. “Fuck… oh god…” you gasped.

“Shh… don’t move,” he whispered into your ear, rubbing his hand against your hip as he followed the stroke, steadying you, making every throb of pain feel like devotion. “You take this so well…”

E—each line carved slowly, the points of the letter pressing into your skin with precise force. You trembled, every nerve alive, biting your lip, gripping the sheets. The pain shot through you like fire—but beneath it, the pressure of him inside you, grinding gently even as he carved, made you arch, moan, trembling between ache and lust.

“That’s it… so good,” he murmured, voice ragged, pressing down between your shoulder blades to keep you steady. “Doing so good.”

F—the first F cut along the curve of your skin, shallow at first, then deepened, the line streaking bright red, warm droplets trickling down your sides. You whimpered, tears streaking your cheeks, body jerking instinctively. “Oh—oh fuck, yes… Jeff…”

“Shh, my love,” he breathed, pressing against you, letting you feel him pulse, slow and steady. “It looks perfect.”

F—the final stroke, completing his name, heavy-handed, slow, precise. You cried out, clutching the sheets, hips shaking, blood hot and sticky, knife searing, heart racing. And still, the rhythm of him inside you made your walls tighten, muscles clenching around him as you shuddered.

The knife clattered to the sheets with a hollow, wet sound. Jeff sat back on his heels for a heartbeat, pulling your hips to sit back with him, eyes fixed on his work.

You turned your head slightly, catching sight of the mark on your lower back. The letters glowed red against your skin, jagged but perfect—each line precise, evenly spread. He was a master with a blade. Every stroke, every nick, every curve had been calculated, controlled, exactly how he wanted. He had made sure it was flawless.

Jeff’s gaze flicked to you, heat and hunger burning in his eyes. Without a word, he leaned down, the very spot where your name was carved into his abdomen pressing perfectly against where his name now marked you. The alignment was flawless, your blood-slick bodies fitting together like they had been made to mirror each other.

He pressed his weight down on top of you, flattening you against the mattress, your thighs trembling under him, your cunt still clenching reflexively around his cock. His chest pressed into yours, the rhythm of his breathing rough and ragged. Jeff’s lips found your shoulder, dragging soft, wet kisses across the blood-smeared skin. His hand swept across your back, smearing the drying blood between you, mixing your gore together until there was no way to tell whose was whose anymore.

“Mine,” he murmured against your skin, voice low, reverent, possessive. “All of it… you, this… everything. Every inch.”

You smiled, letting your head drop to the cool sheets below as he kissed your cheek. His cock slid inside you with deliberate care, filling you completely, every ridge, every vein pressed against your walls, drawing a shuddered gasp from your lips. He moved slow, deep, steady, letting you feel the full curve of him, the heat of him, the undeniable strength and weight of his body.

One arm snaked under your stomach, fingers pressing against your skin, blood-slick and grimy, curling until the pad of his fingers landed on your clit. Gentle pressure, teasing circles, rubbing slowly as he began to rock into you, each thrust perfectly measured. The combination of fullness and friction, precision and heat, made your legs shake, thighs quivering as your body surrendered to him completely.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmured, voice low, thick, almost reverent, lips brushing your neck, teeth grazing your shoulder. “You were such a good girl.”

Your hands found his arm where it braced beside your head, nails sinking into muscle, dragging him closer as he ground deeper, each steady stroke sending shivers of pleasure and warmth spiraling through you. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark, intense, drinking in your every gasp, every arch, every flush of skin smeared with both your fluids.

The rhythm of him inside you was intimate, slow but urgent in the way that made your body quiver, made your walls contract around him, making every nerve alive, every inch of you acutely aware of him. Jeff’s fingers pressed and rubbed your clit with a soft insistence, his hips grinding deep into you with perfect, controlled pressure. He leaned down further, lips pressing along your jaw, your cheek, whispering praises, murmurs of possession, soft groans of pleasure that vibrated through your chest.

“You’re mine… only mine,” he murmured, grinding you fully onto him. “Mine, and I’m yours… all yours.”

Jeff’s movements grew more urgent, though still deliberate, every thrust calculated to make you feel him completely, every inch pressed into you a declaration of possession and devotion. His fingers never left your clit, rubbing gently, teasing, drawing whimpers and gasps that mixed with the slick sound of his cock moving inside you. Your back arched, back pressed to his chest, hands clutching his arm as heat and overstimulation pooled in your core. Every nerve in your body was alive, every sensation magnified: the weight of him, the fullness of him, the rhythm of his strokes, the soft press of his fingers, the lingering sting of blood, the smell of iron and sweat and sex thick in the air.

“I… I can’t—” you gasped, voice trembling, clinging to him.

“Yes,” Jeff rasped, grinding into you, hips snapping with slow, cruel insistence. “You can… feel it. All of it. C’mon, baby.”

Your walls clenched around him as pleasure built impossibly high, a rising tide that made you arch and cry out. His weight on yours, mouth brushing along your jaw, biting gently at your shoulder, murmuring praises between ragged breaths.

“You’re… so perfect,” he groaned, voice low, possessive. “So beautiful… all mine.”

The tension coiled in your body snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, hot and shattering, making your legs tremble and thighs clamp together beneath him. Every stroke of him, every rub of his fingers, every grind of his cock into you sent your body higher, trembling with overstimulation, overwhelmed by it all.

Jeff groaned deep, his own restraint breaking as your walls clenched around him, his cock pulsing violently inside you. “Fuck—yes… mine—fucking all mine, baby—” he growled, thrusting deep, hard, spilling into you in shuddering waves. His arms tightened around your middle, holding you flush to him as he rode out the tremors of his release, each thrust slow and deliberate even in ecstasy.

Between gasps and ragged breaths, he turned your face, lips brushing yours, tongue dragging across your mouth, tasting blood, sweat, cum—you. Kisses sloppy, wet, and insistent, drowning out everything else. You clung to him, your hand reaching back to tangle in his hair, your bodies still trembling. His chest heaved against your back, pulse hammering, and he whispered over and over, “Mine… mine… mine… always mine.”

“Always,” you whispered back, voice shaky, heart hammering, “all yours.”

── .✦

Eventually, the cuts had begun to close, deep crimson fading to the raw, raised red of fresh scars. For the first couple of showers, you had to be careful—every spray of water stung, making you wince and cry out. You had resorted to using damp rags, gently pressing over your scars, cleaning yourself slowly.

Jeff had watched you do it once, eyes dark, mesmerized. He didn’t touch you—just leaned against the doorframe, silent, a predator and lover at once.

He loved the way his name showed when you bent over, the raised letters glowing red under your clothes. None of the other cuts he had given you had ever scarred like this. None of them had marked you permanently. But his name—his claim—was different. Every time he caught a glimpse of it, every time he ran a finger along the raised line of skin, he felt that same intense thrill, that same possessive hunger.

When the scars had finally settled, smooth and permanent, he made it a ritual. At night, when you were both tangled in the sheets (new ones, you burnt the others), he’d lean down, press a finger gently against the letters of his name on your back, tracing them slowly, reverently. His lips would follow, kissing along the lines, admiring them, “Perfect.”

You, in turn, loved seeing his abdomen, your name left etched deep into him. Every time he pulled his shirt up, fingers brushing along the scar, you shivered, tracing it with your own fingers in silent admiration. It was a proof of him, of you, of the intimacy and obsession you had shared—permanent, undeniable, and yours alone.

There'd never be a question of who you belonged to again.

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“Oh! You must be Mr.Curtis!” you beam. You walk over with an open hand as you tell him your name “I’m Ponyboy’s English teacher.” Darry’s absolutely star struck as he shakes your hand, he hardly even processes the title, but once he does he’s quick to correct you.

“Oh, please, call me Darrel, I’m not as old as I look” he laughs, but you flush so red you swear steam might come out of your ears.

“Oh! No I didn’t mean it like that! Not at all.” You stumble to correct yourself “you don’t look old- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to offend, it’s just, I’ve never had a brother come in for a teacher meeting before.” You laugh awkwardly as you attempt to explain away your mistake, but you aren’t oblivious to the fact that you’re only digging this hole deeper. “Shall we sit?” You ask as you start to make your way to your desk.

“You didn’t offend” Darry says as he takes a seat across from your desk. He takes note of what’s on it, assorted stationery, student work, to-do lists and schedules, and a picture of you with a class that’s far, far younger than anyone at the highschool you’re currently teaching at. You notice his staring and turn the picture for him.

“This was last year,” you laugh softly “my first year teaching. I realized kindergarten was a lot to dive into head first. Decided to get some experience under my belt.” You turn the photo back towards you while Darry breathes a laugh.

“You decided highschoolers would be easier?” He says amusedly. “I’ve only got two to take care of and they run me up the damn wall, I don’t know how you handle it with 60 or however many”

You laugh “well you’ve got ‘em all day, plus you’ve gotta feed ‘em. I just get to teach them English and head home. Speaking of, that’s why I wanted to talk to you.” You say, switching gears into more professional territory. “Ponyboy is easily one of my most talented students. He can write like nothin’ I’ve ever seen. But he seems.. disconnected,” you take a deep breath “I’ve talked to other teachers, I’ve read his theme from last year. I cannot even begin to understand what your family has been through, but I want to help Ponyboy live up to his greatest potential” you say as calmly as you can. You’re trying your darnedest not to cross any lines, to say professional, but it’s hard when the man you’re talking to is Darry Curtis.

“Where do I come in?” He asks as he sits up a bit straighter in his chair. He’d only seen improvement from Pony, he’d been getting better as far as he knew.

“I need to know what works” you tell him “you know your brother better than I do, what does he like?” Your compassion is a change of pace for Darry, something he hasn’t gotten a lot of since his parents died.

“Reading. He likes reading a lot, always got his head in a book or watchin’ some movie.” He watches as you nod to his answer then get up and walk across your classroom to a bookshelf, you pull down a book. “What ya got there?”

You walk back over and hand him a copy of “Hamlet”. “Bring this to him and ask him to start reading it over the weekend, I don’t care if he reads 5 pages or the whole thing. But ask him to start. And ask him to write down any quotes that stick out to him.” You say as you sit back down at your desk.

“What for?” Darry asks as he flips through the pages “I never read it” he says.

“It’s about self discovery” you say “I think pony would do well with a structured way to explore finding his way in life. I’ve noticed all his friends are older… it makes me worry he might be growing up to fast.” You say before, once again, rushing to correct yourself. “Not that it’s any of my business! But-“ Darry cuts you off.

“Don’t worry, you ain’t exactly wrong, I’ll give him the book” He says. “Thank you, and,” he clears his throat as he awkwardly prepares himself to ask his next question. “Would you mind if I left you with my house number? Just incase you wanted to get in touch sometime?”

You smile, “about Ponyboy, right?” You muse as you hand him a notepad and a pen.

“Right, about Ponyboy” Darry returns your tone and smile as he jots down his number and heads to the door.

“Have a nice day Darrel” you say from across the class

“Call me Darry” he smiles as he closes the door behind him.

Ribbon divider by @/cursed-carmine

Okay so this is definitely not my favorite thing I’ve written but I really like the concept so if you want a part two please tell me

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“Be careful what you wish for; you never know what's listening in.” Jay pets your head as if you were a house cat or anything with your opinion of cute enough to make an attempt to pet.

“Well, I'm manifesting this shit. I want a bunch of monsters on… sideways, upwards downwards, filling my holes all at once, now. If only! My kinks would be satisfied with only this one wish!” you ramble on for a little while, thinking about your wish and hoping to have it come true if only in your dreams so you could jill about it later.

“That's really what you want?” Jay asked you in a dry tone, almost like they didn't care. You poke their perfect face in annoyance.

“You could at least humor me a little” “I'll get you something for your birthday.” Jay gives you a half smile as they speak.

You smiled at them as they told you this, you couldn't be happier. “Like something from Bad Dragons?! Wait wait! I don’t wanna know, don't tell me. I want it to be a surprise,” You giggled as you thought of all the things that your best friend could come up with for your birthday.

You spend a couple of hours together as you continue to watch the movies until you doze off and fall asleep in Jay’s lap. They watch you sleep for a bit with glowing eyes and a smirk on their face.

When you wake up it's in your bed and you get up and head to your kitchen, to see Jay preparing a bunch of stuff in your kitchen, and half of it is stored in a couple of containers. They were cooking breakfast and lunch and maybe even some dinner as we were having some kind of cookout.

“Jay, what are you doing?” Your voice catches their attention and they look over to you with a smile.

“Happy birthday hun,” Jay goes back to making stuff.

“Thank you... So what are you doing?” you repeated and stepped closer only to trip over an ice cooler.

“I’m preparing your birthday gift, obviously, we're going on a trip. “ you roll your eyes.

“In our favorite rocket ship?

“No, now get dressed, we have to load all this in my car. “

You get dressed in your best and slutty outfit for your birthday, thinking that you might be going to a little house party with a few other friends that you know. You head back into the kitchen and smile at your friend who is staring at you with some kind of hidden emotion before cutting off the stove. Jay gives you a container of breakfast food and a water bottle. You dig into the food, always loving your bestie's cooking and you are starving. Jay finished packing everything up and put them in bags ready to be carried to their car.

After you were done with the food you helped with grabbing everything to put in the car. You loaded up and then got in the car with Jay getting in the driver seat. Jay takes you to another friend's house and you see her lovely house. You both get there but Jay only takes out a few things for the party and tells you to leave the rest. You still have a shit ton of things left in the car, like a bunch of water and some foods that didn’t need to be heated or chilled much or at all for that matter. You get some cake, chat with your friends a bit, and play a few games before Jay pulls you to the side.

“You are ready to leave, I still have to give you your birthday gift.” Jay put a hand on the swell of your back as they whispered in your ear over the music. It makes you shiver a bit as you look over at them with an excited glint in your eyes.

“Yes let's dip right now” You almost bounced in place. You yell goodbye to everyone before anyone can try to convince you both to stay any longer. You book it to the car and Jay starts to drive off, Jay tells you to take a little nap because it is going to be a long trip in your sleep you don’t see the car teleport.

You look to be in the middle of a dirt path in a dense forest. You looked over to a focused Jay who seemed to not be worried about where you both were so you didn’t worry either. Jay had their hand on your thigh, which seemed to travel upward slowly, you woke up fully and looked at their hand, slender fingers digging into your inner thigh lightly.

“We're here.” Jay looked over to you after stopping the car; you gave them a confused look. This was just a clearing in the middle of nowhere, in the forest.

“Where is here?”

“I have a lot I need to tell you first, but it’s easier to show you.” Jay gets out of the car and the curiosity causes you to follow after them.

Jay stands in the center of the open field and looks at a set of trees that curved into an archway. It was kinda hot out here if you were being honest. There was no one around for miles and no one looked like they have even been out here before.

“What are you going to show me, Jay?”

“I am a fay… well a pixie to be more specific.” You looked at them in confusion, at their words.

“Like you're into men?” Jay looked at you with twitching eyes before rolling there at your statement.

“No bitch, I’m a supernatural being.” They shake their heads and before your eyes, they start to change.

Their bodies ripped out of their clothes, and they grew unnaturally fast, while also changing to a pale whitish almost iridescent color. The white of their eyes turned black and their hair grew longer. Jay’s ears grew and moth-like wings formed from their back. You can’t help but stare, because they are so pretty and very creepy, you were looking them up and down when you saw the large appendage between their legs and your eyes widened before placing your hands in front of your face and peaking from between your fingers.

“Woo. That's a dick” You can’t take your eyes off of the mystical shaft, which was literally sparkling and glistening.

“You seem to be so surprised.” Jay’s voice was a bit deeper than it was before.

“Are you my birthday gift?” You also felt a bit hot and maybe that you were dreaming.

“No, but I can't let you have all the fun, and you're going to help me get your actual gift.” you both ignore how quick you came to terms with your best-friend being a supernatural being.

“So what's my actual gift” you may or may not have been drooling a bit as you stare at the curves of his veins creating ridges along their shimmering rod.

“I’m going to open a portal for your monsterfucker dreams to come true and summon all of them to take you. They’ll be happy to breed you like you always wanted, and then once that's completed they can stay in this world permanently.” Jay explained to you in a casual tone about what they planned out for you and you can’t help but blink for a comment.

“You're pulling my leg” You watch them shake their heads.

“No, I was actually elected for this little project, to find a home for many species like me to find a stable planet from a higher power. You are only the start of something much bigger. So happy birthday, hun,”

“Yeah, happy birthday to me, can we get started then?” You take a step closer to Jay, who’s much taller than before.

“Gladly” Jay puts you on the hood of the car with a quickness, you shiver from the cold feeling of metal.

Jay pulled your pants off and let them fall onto the ground, any attempt to close your legs was pointless with the strength Jay was using to keep them open for their exploration. They bite down on the meat of your thigh and you jump a little. Jay makes a trail of wet kisses up to your clothed core, Jay’s eyes staring up at you before they place an open mouth kiss onto your panties. You moan as you feel their tongue soaking your underwear only getting the faintest taste of you dripping behind the fabric. It stuck to your folds like duck tape and you wanted it off. To feel Jay’s actual tongue teasing your entrance instead of pushing your panties between your lower lips.

“Please take them off”

“You sure might forget to control myself and actually do the spell,” Jay smirked as their sharp nail pulled at the seam of your underwear.

“Yes, please.” Jay nods before ripping your panties off and pulls any random bits of fabric from under your ass.

Jay then brings your hips up to meet their face halfway, you are lifted off the hood when their long slimy tongue pushes deep into your pussy. A loud pleased moan escapes you as you feel the fat of your tendril-like tongue slide in and out of you, before finding a place on your clit. It was like it made you see stars and all they did was suck on it a little. You try your best to keep still but your body had other plans as it made futile attempts to squirm.

Jay starts creating symbols over your clit and you feel like something new is running through your veins. It was like the body inside of you was being set ablaze with every flick and shape Jay carefully created with their tongue. The ground started to vibrate and cracks formed into the earth, causing things to shift and pop to life. You felt yourself getting close to a climax. You pull at one of Jay’s ears and they let out a wince-like groan but stop eating you out. You feel dizzy but, at the same time, you are getting some boost in energy. Jay was literally performing magic using your pussy. You had the half in mind to look around you and open your eyes, you could see something akin to a rift forming and growing. Sucking in air at the same time you moaned out in pleasure.

As your body started to shake and tremble a large archway which was pulsing with energy opened, you only caught a hazy view of what looked like armageddon before a small cluster of beings you could only describe as monsters from the shows you liked appeared. Once they all stepped out, the rift closed, and as you were still coming down from your high. You with shaking arms sit up to get a better look at their forms

You reluctantly let Jay pull away from your wet cunt as they turned to greet the monsters that seemed to be quite buddy-buddy with each of them. You pull yourself together and sit up to watch this all go down. Each of them came up to you, and in front of you were nine monsters.

The oni comes up to you first, letting out a grumble before picking you up and putting you on the ground with surprising care, you giggled. A mix of nervousness and excitement as you looked at the massive body that was in front of you.

The oni was shaped like a man but you can tell he was far from it, that much you can tell. He had large manly hands and his nails were sharp. beastly in human form, body littering in shades of grays and reds, while his hair was a mix of blacks and sprinkled whites.

He was wearing a traditional Japanese montsuki but there were also parts of armor that were wrapped around his waist and on his shoulders. He had long pointed ears and long curved horns that headed at least a few inches to his already large height. The oni was around seven feet tall. He had wild glowing yellow eyes and shaped teeth where his canines curved up and out and the bottom went downward. Along with a pepper-colored beard that fits his chin.

“Can I get a name big guy, you know before you tear into me”

“Baru’bane” He muttered before pushing a thick finger into your hole, feeling the wetness of your cunt before pulling it out and putting his finger in his mouth. He frees himself just enough to see the angry red of his fat thick cock.

The sight of it makes your pussy throb with desire and you can't help but try and part your legs open to show that. They all get a look at how wet you are, eyeing you with hunger and impatience as if they were all going to pounce on you at any moment.

Baru’bane grips your ankles and holds them together with one hand. He pushes his red cock into your tight hole. A loud moan erupts from you, in sync with the groans of the oni now fully inside of you. Jay was watching with a smirk from the car hood. Your open mouth moaning out with each thrust was a begging invitation that the group jumped at the opportunity.

Your mouth is filled with the warm flesh of the being you could only describe as a werewolf. He was huge like the rest of the monsters that had come to your world, towering at almost nine feet tall, bulky, and covered in fur from head to clawed toes. His face had shorter hair, a snout like a wolf, and eyes like a hungry beast. Muscles bulging shrouded in fur and hair which was everywhere on him.

You looked up at the beast with teary eyes at them as he pushed his way into your mouth, gagging around him as he stretched your jaw and you could only moan as you tried to help in letting him thrust his wide knot into you. He lets out a sound akin to a howl when he finally manages to get it into your mouth.

“Since he doesn't seem to care about the introductions, I'll do the rest to save you all the trouble of asking,” Jay smirks when you try to look over at them only for the werewolf to hold your face in place. You were feeling like you were in a cloud of nice being thrust into from both ends when you heard Jay speak, you did your best to pay attention and hear what they had to say.

“ Jasindrik is the werewolf for starters, Tegarozann the minotaur, Motoros the shadow breast, Valqoba the Beastman, Naziros the dragon, he's Dakalba a top predator alien species, Urosebira pretty boy type of an elf race, and of course Nodagha the Orc.” Jay listed everyone, and you did your best to look at them while being thrust from both ends.

Baru’bane feels you clenched around him, he groans, getting ready to fill you with his seed. he lifts you up, tilting your body upright so he can fuck into you harder. You get pushed down on Jasindrik as he gets forced deeper down your throat, face deep in his fur. you gagged around him, muffled moans trying to escape and failed to do so. You feel dizzy as an orgasm ripples throughout your body.

You get filled up with the one's thick load, coating your walls in white. Your legs shake here and there and you get a second of respite when he pulls out if you. Jasindrik pulls out of your mouth and slams his cock, knot deep back inside your lips so you can take his finish, filling you up with his werewolf cum. You let out a cry as he slowly pulls out with a loud wet pop coughing up the cum you couldn't swallow.

You try to catch your breath now being empty of men, you take this moment to think about how happy you were and hoping it wasn’t a dream you would wake up from. You were limp on the ground soaking up the breaking you were having. You were covered in sweat and other bodily fluids and you were a bit thirsty and could use a food break. This is what you do for the next thirty minutes as you have time to eat everything, so your body could recover for a second.

You watched as Tegarozann would inch forward ever so often until his large bull-like head was nuzzling against you. He was quite precious looking, his wandering touches light as he made sure not to poke your eyes out with his long hours. You can’t help yourself from feeling him up, touching his brown rays of fluff, his plush stomach, and his tail that curled around your wrist causing you to giggle.

“So pretty” Tegarozann licks your neck causing you to shiver, his highland horns had rings of jewelry on them.

“You're one to talk to, you're so cute.” you can’t resist the urge to run through his hair and pat him like a kid with a new pet.

You pushed his hair from his face looking into his hazel eyes, his hand rubbed at your bare skin, gripping your thighs as he lifted you onto his lap. You tried to look back at him, only for his flat tongue to run up your face. You tense up as you feel his flattened tip stretch you open, you moan as he slides you down his thick length. You scream at the feeling of him sliding deeper than anything you've ever taken, your body feeling split open as he finds a way to enter your womb. You cry, your mind feeling blank as if every shift of Tegarozann’s movement was erasing any thoughts.

He fucks into you from behind, your body against his chest as you hold put by your thighs. Your legs were shaking and your pussy was grippy. Clenching tightly around the cock that literally created a bulge inside you with each womb thrust. Your legs were up by your head and he had you bound against his body. So much for the gentle giant you thought he was a moment ago. You babble incoherent sounds of what you think were sentences. They were not but you have no way to tell. You lost count of how many orgasms you've had since this all started and there's no point in starting now.

You feel him throbbing inside you, knowing he was close after a few minutes or hours of being inside your gate-opening cooch. You feel like you could cum all over again, you were gushing around him, and each impact of his thrust worked to make you dizzy and lightheaded as it kept knocking the wind out of you.

The full Nelson he had you in making it so all you could do was simply take every inch he pumped in and out of you. When you feel his cock comes to a standstill you can feel the amount of his cum filling your stuffed womb. He pulls out when one last moan as he carefully places you on the ground. You whip away the drool that had dripped from your mouth and look at the next monster that was getting ready to take you.

Naziros crawls over to you, his dragon features make you a little nervous but all the more turned on. His wings create a shadow over your form as he moves on top of you basically scooping you off the ground. His black scales shimmered in the setting sun, causing them to actually look purple. His tail pulls you, holding you towards his waist. You try to grab at the tail around your waist, merely trying to get it to loosen up. Naziros takes to this as you are trying to escape and growls at you, a loud bellowing sound as he glares at you with bright orange eyes. You gasped as his grip tightened around you, pressing your stomach down, you thought that it wouldn't be that much of a big deal until he started to penetrate you.

You don’t have anything left to cry, your voice is hoarse and your mind is tipping back into the void space. Naziros has not one but two dicks and he was fully determined to make sure that your womb would have all of his seed. You feel the dual tips wriggling their way into your sensitive walls making you panic a little.

“Wait wai- wait” you stammered, but your pleas were left unheard.

Naziros bottoms off into you, tickling your cervix just enough to feel like he was gonna slip inside if he tilted you. He had one clawed hand holding your arms between your chest as you got thrust into with vigor. You didn’t think you would last long, as you feel the cluster of monster fucks catching up to you as you start to go in and out of consciousness. His cocks rubbed against each other as he was fully inside you. Puffs of black smoke left his maw here and there as he reveled in his pleasure.

The tight grip on your waist pushed your walls against his dragon shlongs. It was a lot and it was taking you out. He nips at you, biting at your exposed flesh to claim you before he fills you with his seamen. You cry as everything starts to hurt you a bit and you run out of orgasms to have. Your body trembles and you pant and heave. You feel like you are about to die as he finishes inside of you and unwraps his tail around you.

“No more, no” You cry out weakly as it comes out as a shaky whisper.

You pass out, and everyone is still hungry for more. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You wake up thinking you were feeling phantom strokes from the day before but that was not the case. Motoros was using his floating cocks to fill you to the brim. He uses his disembodied hands to hold you up, suspended upside down, legs spread open, as two different glowing blue-tipped cocks forced entry into your abused pussy, while another was pushing into your mouth and ass respectively and then the final one used your hand to jerk itself off. You moan around his appendage letting the shadow beast know that he has awakened you from your once peaceful slumber.

“Finally awake, are you darling?” His reverberated voice seemed like it had more than one set of sounds to it. His glowing blue eyes and mouth were gleaming with amusement and chuckled as he sped up the pace of his disjointed cocks.

You whimper around, and you feel like the cock that was trying to reach your throat was a choking hazard as you really think if he really wanted to he could go very far into your esophagus, then again his balls would stop that right? He had different rhythms for each cock inside of you and it was an all kind of overwhelming feeling.

Your eyes rolled back in your head and all the cocks finished like a set of dominoes. The one in your ass, then one in your hand which manages to shoot onto your face and chest, one in your pussy, and finally the one in your mouth. You get dropped with a thud, and spasm as you come down from yet another climax. You open your eyes and see that Motoros’ cum is like movie ectoplasm; a glowing greenish-blue color.

“Need some help. “ Jay and Urosebira walk over to you with a couple of napkins and help you clean. you give them a nod and enjoy your downtime while it lasts. letting them clean the sweat and cum off your body.

“There you go, all decent”. Urosebira said while ripping his strawberry red locks dramatically as it caught some wind time. A unique contrast to his purple skin, his eyes matching more of his hair than his skin, he was looking at you with an enthralled gaze.

“ Now it's fine for us to mess you back up with us,” Jay smirks as they massage your hair, and pull you back on their lap. you look up at them.

“Besides you owe me these lips” Jay traces your lips slowly as they part your lips with their thumb. You part your mouth and let them slide, their fingers into your mouth gliding against your tongue. Jay let's have a slightly amused breath, meanwhile, Urosebira makes a home seated between your thighs.

You suck on Jay’s fingers, while Urosebira spreads your folds open before his easy insertion. Urosebira slides his slender and smooth cock. He moves forward until he can't anymore. you whimper around Jay’s fingers which were slick with spit. He sits up so he pats your face with his pretty cock. Your mind escaping you after all the countless cocks that have claimed me over and over.

Urosebira gets fully seated inside with a sultry pant that causes you to clench around you. He had you twisted waist down sideways. One of your legs up against his chest as he started to roll his hips. Your upper body has you laying a bit on your chest as you suck Jay off. Causing you to have to contort to please both of them properly. You shudder when Urosebira starts to circle your clit in tune with his thrust.

Jay massages one of your nipples as he fucks your face. Switching between the others to give them both attention. They plunged into you over and over at an alternating pace. They eventually start to pick up their pace as they get closer to filling your holes. you along with them getting closer and closer. Urosebira puts more pressure on your clit. You whine around Jay as you fall into your climax. They work you through your peak, gently.

“You did so well for us” Urosebira coos as he pulls out of your filled pussy.

“Pretty sound honey. makes me want to do more with you” Jay pulls out of your mouth and learns to kiss your forehead.

You smile at them, really pretty decent and like you could go again. But this thought is seemingly not a good one. When you see a certain beast pull you with an aggressive yank in his direction. Dakalba holds you down, his tough bumpy skin of the predator.

His unnatural mouth clicks with mandibles as a growl rumbles within him. Dakalba's claws dug into your skin, scratching his way up to wrapping his hand tightly around your neck. Your heart was racing with fear and adrenaline, but also excitement. You almost screamed when you felt him ram his ridge-covered cock. The bumps add a confusing pleasure within you. His hip was like a thick flower pushing at every spot you could have.

His thrust was rough from the start, it caused you to squirm or at least you tried to. His cock is on the line of sensory heaven and hell as he pounds into you. He heads using your body to move you on his cock treating you like a fleshlight. He had a tight grip on you and you can't escape. One hand was moving you up and down his cock and the other hand was around your neck which was definitely getting together.

You whimper as you get dizzy and Dakalba basically starts to choke you. Grabbing his hand around your neck you try to pull it off of you even if just a little. Instead, he leans down and bites you.

“ow ow ow” You cried out a bit and you clenched around his cock. You looked at the drops of your blood dripping down from the mark. His mandibles find a new place to mark you up and draw blood. Dakalba picks up his already ruthless pace. His claws ripped into your back and you swear you start to see spots in your vision. He controls the angles of your body by treating you like a rag doll and choking you out everything you tried to move on your own.

He slams his hips over last time as he cums inside you, licking your wounds and working you from a lightheaded orgasm. You go limp and complicit after he pulls away from you with a couple of what you assume are happy clicks, leaving you alone.

“Oh that looked like a lot, are you okay?” Nodagha asked even though he had an amused look on his face, looking at all the scratches and bruises along your body.

“Everything is intake… I think” you muttered with a nod.

“How about I take you over here for a somewhat secluded spot for lunch and a break.” Nodagha picked you up and brought you to a new spot.

Nodagha holds you upside down, you dangling in his grasp as he has your legs on his shoulders. you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking him eagerly. He tilts your hips to meet his mouth as he starts to eat you out. Nodagha tusk rubs against your thighs. you moan against his cock as you take him as far as you can, boring your head along his length. Nodagha’s fat tongue laps up your juices with a growing hunger. You were dizzy from being upside down for so long but you don't care.

You keep slurping his meat, gargling his taste like it was a defined taste you needed in you. your legs spasmed as you got closer to what felt like your hundredth orgasm. He rocked his hips into your face as he reached an end. He eats you out to completion. He bends you over and pulls out of your mouth. He rams his hips into your wet pussy letting you have the fruit of your mouth’s efforts. You let out one final moan as he cums inside you.

“How about we get you some actual food?” Nodagha laughs a bit as he pulls out of you with a sloppy sound. A smile on his face as he gets ready to try and feed you.

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After many rounds, you feel like you need to break and everyone is still so needy for you. When they pull away from you, this is your chance to try to run off. Shaking legs only carry you so far before they give out, dropping to the ground. You then use your arms and try to army crawl away which only aids in you feeling chagrined. You still try to get away like a wounded animal. This also triggers the animalistic beast to tap into their instinct and pounce on you and claim your pussy one after another. You were sure that they were gonna eat you.

Valqoba being one of those beastmen, he reminded you of a large wild cat. He had a lot of energy and he was coming back for more after everyone else had gone after you. He pulled you into his lap, holding you like a bride in his arms. your legs pulled together and you knew what he wanted. You tilted your head and grabbed his cock from under you and helped guide him to your heat.

He bounced you up and down his shaft, stopping just before his knot couldn't force its way inside you, like a slight teasing notion that you couldn't help but clench around him. Valqoba picked up the pace, leaning his head down to suck on your breast. A loud bellow escapes your lips and you wrap a hand in his fur.

“You're so perfect for this” Valqoba mumbled against your skin as he continued to bite and suck the closest parts of you to his face.

He pulls you deeper onto him, his knot moving in and out of you with several of you with wet pops. Valqoba was getting close and so were you. His movements are getting frenzy and rougher with you. However, he made sure to litter you with kisses and mutter soft praises in your ear. You both reached your peak together in a harmonized sound. You feel him paint your inside, talking to you as you come down from your high.

He was still inside of you, his knot seated within you, he had you on your side as his little spoon and was kissing your shoulder and neck. Valqoba made sure that you were resting comfortably, laying on the softness of his fluffy tail. It was like a warm pillow, and you quickly fell asleep next toValqoba. When you woke up he was still inside of you, still petting you, and still kissing your exposed skin while praising you softly. It was enough for you to fall right back asleep and snuggled up with him.

By the time you woke up empty, you had just been looking up at the sky after all your encounters, staring at the setting sun, with no will to move. You were full of joy with the whole encounter and this was the best birthday week you could ever ask for and it will be one that you remember forever. You were limp on a little blanket, just enjoying the warm air on your naked body, making you shiver a bit. You have never been more thoroughly fucked like this ever. Nothing could or ever compare to this and you had no regrets. You watched as several shadows surrounded you.

“I think we're in need of a celebration of what's to come” You look around at all of them stroking themselves.

You enjoy the view of all of them about you. Using your image to get off to you, full of their cum. They stare at your naked sweaty body like you are a fine cuisine. You were drooling a bit, holding your mouth open ready to lap up any cum that would land close enough to your open mouth. You listen to each sound they make as they get closer to their final release for the night. You watch them shoot their loads onto you, and you giggle, relaxing as the warm liquid lands on you.

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In about a month's time you noticed you were getting kinda pudgy, you supposed that you had been eating more than usual but not enough to have your stomach poking out like this. Were you… pregnant? The timing matched up but showing this early?

So you did only what you knew to be the right decision and went to ask Jay.

“Hey, Mamas, you’re sure glowing today,” Jay said as they leaned on the counter and ate an apple.

“Is that you being yourself or am I actually pregnant?” You asked.

“Oh, you’re pregnant alright, after all the breeding you went through there was no way you weren’t going to end up with a bun in the oven,”

You talked some more about what to expect with Jay, after all a monster pregnancy would be nothing like a human one, and even then you’ve never been pregnant. You ate some breakfast and then went to look at yourself in the mirror. Pregnant, huh? You never really thought about being pregnant but you weren't opposed to it.

As the months passed pregnancy was… wild. From the cravings to the mood swings. Luckily all your monster lovers pampered you with more love and attention than you could ever ask for. And if you weren't getting showered with attention from your friends and family. If you were being honest you were putting off telling them. It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to explain, that you were impregnated by several monsters and your best friend.

They understandably freaked out, but in the end, they took it well, if anything after a while you got tired of how much special treatment you got, you didn’t need to be escorted to the bathroom. At least that was the case until your third trimester.

Your stomach was starting to look like a torpedo, your back hurt like crazy, your feet were swollen and sore, it was so bad you had to be put on bed rest. So for the last month, you spent most of your time. In catching up on K-dramas and being fed fancy organic food

Birth however… was another story altogether you had to get a c-section, just the thought that they were going to have to cut you open made you uncomfortable, but it was the safer option as a human having a monstrous pregnancy. You almost died but hey you didn’t!

And SURPRISE! You had twins, a boy and a girl. For how big your stomach had gotten you had expected them to be bigger however, they were surprisingly small compared to what size you thought they would be. Compared to the average size for twins though they had some size on them. They grew surprisingly quickly, not much time had passed a few months and they already were toddler sized. Still babies but very big babies..

Your children look more and more like their fathers every day, tusks, scales, fur, shadow hands, vibrant colored eyes, horns and wild hair. They were a handful that’s for sure. Luckily for any trouble they might give you, their many fathers are there to help you

He explained it vaguely one evening when he said he’d be spending a little time away (ei. lost somewhere deep in the Rockies where nobody could find him).

You asked if you could come.

He scrunched his face and explained what would happen if you did. In vivid detail. How attached he’d get to you (even more than currently) how desperate he would get, doing anything and everything in his power to knot you, stuff you full of his cum, as much as your body could bear.

You just blinked up at him and smiled.

He worried that he’d hurt you during his rut—he’s heard of partners getting hurt during their werewolf’s heat; but you had pointed out most cases were cishet couples, from 100 years ago.

You’d been on T for a couple of mouth now, did strength training with him; he knew how strong you were.

It took a little more needling, a little more reassurance before he finally gave in.

A month later you found yourself in the Rockies.

You sat by the crackling bonfire, a beer in hand, simply enjoying the silence and the stars—Jason had left a little before the moon had risen to acclimatise himself alone.

Not that he lost all inhibitions when he shifted—the disorientation just made him a little violent—and you were perfectly okay not being around for that.

He promised he’d find you, no matter where you waited. And you believed him.

You kept an ear out on the forest, watching the shadows dance and flicker, embers and fireflies flitting across your eyes.

You shuffled closer to the fire—dressed in only a pair of old sweatpants and a dye stained hoodie, you were dressed for the hunt, not the temperature.

Jason didn’t want you freezing. You didn’t want him tearing off perfectly good clothes from your body—you weren’t worried about the aftermath. This was the compromise and you made do.

You used a stick to arrange the kindling when you heard a branch snap. Followed by a deep growl.

“Jason?”

You didn’t have time to turn.

You cushioned your face before your head could smack against the ground, grunting softly as you inhaled dirt and ashes.

You didn’t try fighting—it was far too late for that. You just squirmed in his grasp, massive hands holding you down as claws caught on the fabric of your clothes and tore them apart—swiftly, no hesitation.

You gasped and grumbled about the cold air, nipples pebbling as they scraped against the ground, uncomfortable but not yet painful.

“Jay?”

The beast—Jason—huffed, growled softly, nosing the back of your head as you felt the warm, heavy weight of his dick land against your back, making your heart stutter in anticipation.

He rutted against you, passively, almost disinterested in the act itself, more fascinated by your smell and touch, but leaked thick pre-cum down your back.

You almost whined when he pulled away, basking in the cherishment and body heat, almost having forgotten the threat of violence—only for your eyes to widen when you feel the tip of his cock press against your unprepared pussy.

“Jason-! Jason, wait!”

Your pleas went unheard—the tip of his cock pressed against your opening before splitting you open, tearing a scream from your throat. His fat cock forced its way between your walls, stretching you far beyond what you had ever experienced before—he pressed in deep into your body, his tip insistent against your womb, your stomach bulging slightly from how many inches he was stuffing into you.

You moaned brokenly as you were pulled all the way down to his pubic bone, handled like nothing more than a doll, limp and wheezing in his hands.

His warmth breath blew against your back as he huffed softly before he started to move—slowly at first, getting used to your tight warmth, clenching around him like a vice grip, he gradually sped up until he was fucking viciously into your body.

“Ah- ngh… Jas’n,” you mumbled as he thrusted into you with reckless abandon, bullying into your cervix, your stomach clenching as he threatened to push past it. “Ja-ay-“

Your face was pressed into the ground, his determined huffing against the shell of your ear, snapping his hips against yours, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the trees around you, your cries and pleas turning into nothing more than wet sobs and whines.

Your mind slipped into oblivion, the burning and pleasure in your pussy searing through your mind and you could do nothing more than sit there and take it as he bruised your insides, claws leaving indents into your soft skin.

You felt him get closer, felt him grow more desperate, whining and panting; his knot grew, catching on your rim once, twice before he was slamming in to the hilt, popping his knot into your abused pussy.

He growled, jackrabbiting against your ass, balls drawn and cock twitching inside you before he flooded your insides, marking you with his cum as he buried himself deep inside you, pumping loads into your welcoming cunt.

Your entire body fell for a moment, muscles relaxing as it forced itself to accept all of Jason, everything he had to give, his love and cum alike.

You were laid on your side, carefully, as if to not shatter your already ruined body, bruised and bleeding, and cut and trembling…

You hummed softly at the cold nose pressed into your neck.

You pushed it away weakly, blinking as the fog dissipated a little. You shifted, only to wince when your cunt tugged his knot—nearly making you gag at the sudden nausea.

He nudged you again, licking your cheek, appeasement as you breathed through the discomfort for a moment, focusing instead on the firm swell in your lower belly.

You chuckled breathlessly as you looked down at him, adoring and love stricken as he rested his big head against your chest.

You ran your hand through his fur, smiling as he chuffed.

“Does this mean we’re having cubs?” you asked softly, laughing again when his tongue darted out to lick your jaw.