i’m bramble

and the last post of the year is |Rivka having sex with tentacles ! (omg I’m lame ;7;)

Imagine you just moved into a new house. The AC is busted which sucks when it's hot as fuck out but hey who are you to complain when it was so suspiciously cheap?

Because of aforementioned heat, the only way you can comfortably fall asleep is naked. As you lay down for bed that night, you get an odd feeling. Too exhausted from the big move, you chalk it up to the anxiety of sleeping in a new home and go to sleep.

You're having a wonderful dream about your favorite fantasy when suddenly you're awoken by the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced. You have no time to acclimate to what's going on- you're immediately made aware of how your body is being violently bounced- no, fucked against the headboard of your bed.

Your legs are being held up by god knows what- something you try to discern when your gaze snaps to between your legs only to see nothing there except your embarrassingly wet cunt. The mirror at the foot of the bed, which you never got around to moving, confirms what you're trying to wrap your mind around in a mix of both fear and arousal: you're being fucked by something invisible.

A few more thrusts of the massive force inside of you has you crying out, the pleasure overwhelming- but your moans are cut short by another invisible presence forcing itself into your open mouth.

Drool and tears stream down your face as you gag and get pounded between two beings you can't see. You're quickly brought to the edge of another orgasm when suddenly both invisible masses rip free of you, leaving you coughing and gaped.

You're about to whine until you're manhandled into a new position. Your ghostly assailants waste no time, stuffing you full once more- except this time there's a third in your ass now, too. Your new otherworldly friends use you over and over all night, until you reach an orgasm so good that you pass out.

When you wake up in the morning, there's no evidence that the events of last night were anything more than the most erotic dream you've ever dreamt- though it is quite embarrassing to have squirted in your sleep..

Later that day, you're just out and about running a few necessary errands when you feel something prodding at your clothed cunt. You freeze, looking around only to find you're seated in the back of the bus alone. You brush it off as just your body being weird and readjust how you're sitting.

A few minutes go by, and the prodding is back- albeit more insistent. You're just about to get up and check under you to see if you're sitting on anything when you feel something slam into your defenseless cunt.

Involuntarily, you let out a moan. Your gratitude for the bus being empty doesnt last long, however- as it reaches the next stop and a dozen or so people flood in. All the while, your ghost is still fucking up into you with the force of a freight train.

It's a Herculean task to pretend as if your pussy isn't being ruthlessly pounded into oblivion. You're biting your lip so hard you've made it bleed- and you're gripping the seat besides you so tightly that your knuckles have turned white.

At one point, you try pressing all your weight down in order to stop yourself from bouncing on the massive cock inside of you, but the phantom grip on your hips just tightens and begins using you as a fleshlight.

The ghosts don't care if you're embarrassed, or overstimulated. They're going to fuck you wherever they want, whenever they want, for as long as it takes to satisfy them. You'll accept the job of being their free use slut, eventually. You know you love it.

The little out of the way oddities shop was a little rundown, but you'd been through this kind of place before. They always had that specific smell, depending on what was stocked it could be musty, a faint formaldehyde or even a perfume smell. But every one of them had it. This one had something even more odd, a heavy odour that was musty with a hint of petrichor. It was actually somewhat pleasant, and you wondered about the source. Eventually as you perused the random assortment of bones the shopkeeper popped out of the back.

"Hello there! I thought I heard the door. Are you looking for something specific or just browsing?" The stout older lady asked you with a smile.

"Oh, just looking for the odds and ends I'd like to add to my collection." You told her with a smile of your own, then pointed at a particular bone, "Is this a baculum?"

The lady perked up, "Why yes it is! Raccoon to be precise."

You two chatted about bones for a small while until she let you wander more, retreating once again to the back. You were looking at some small fertility figures when the lady came back out with a medium sized box, setting it on the counter beside you.

"Now it isn't everyone I show this to, but I thought it might interest you!" she said as she opened it, the dark wood lined with a deep green silk cushion. In the middle was a rather odd shaped phallus made from a deep grey transparent glass, the base complete with a rather generous pair of testicles. It was thick and textured with veins, and a slight S curve along the length making the end tipped upwards. The tip was obscured by a foreskin, the thickness making you wonder just what the shape would be.

Your mind started to wander to if it would be like a man's mushroom head, a flared horse cock, or a dog's conical tip. You snapped back as she kept talking.

"The last seller, an older lady come her from Germany, said she'd gotten it at an estate sale from a wealthy bloke whose wife had mysteriously disappeared some years before his death. This was one of the random things that had been in her wardrobe when it got sold off. She said only a truly curious person should have it, whatever that might have meant." She chuckled, and you smiled at her as she continued, "I suppose you're the first person to bring it to mind, what with the baculum bones and all. Would you consider adding it to your collection?"

"I... suppose it's piqued my interest. Did she ever say what it was made from?" You asked, staring at the impressively detailed odd cock.

"She said she thought it was crystal when she first got it, but I'd reckon this is some kind of coloured glass. Anyways, I'll tuck this at the register and let you browse more and mull this one over. Call me when you need me!" She breezed off, leaving you staring at the figurines without really looking at them.

Looking around you found the items that you wanted, bringing them to the register. When you rung out to decided why not, a random weird dick wasn't the weirdest thing in your house. It would get a really good laugh from some of your friends too.

Soon you were on your way home, everything tucked neatly in your passenger seat. You kept thinking about the cock, and as you unpacked things to your collection you left the wooden box for last.

Bringing it to your bed, you sat down and opened it, taking out what you essentially thought of as an old fashioned dildo. An expensive old fashioned dildo, this level of detail in glass would not have been cheap. You looked it over, your fingers rubbing along the smooth surface.

It wasn't quite as thick as your wrist, but it was as long as your forearm, and you weren't a small person. Tracing over the veins, you kept finding your mind wandering to just where it would hit you thrusting in and out. You decided after a quick clean it wouldn't hurt to try it out. Your weekend just started and you had no plans, a rare thing indeed. Time to enjoy yourself.

Once both you and the dildo were cleaned, you took your time with your fingers and your imagination to make yourself ready to take in the hard cock of some beast, you finally positioned the cock's head to push into your now wet pussy. As it slid into you slowly you moaned, the filling feeling unlike the other dildos you had. You were so close to cumming before it was fully inside of you, slowly pushing it in and out as it stretched your pussy delectably.

You shuddered as you finally buried it to the hilt, gasping with pleasure as you slide it out halfway and bury it back inside you. You started stroking your clit and fucking yourself with the dildo, enjoying the feeling of its curved and veins inside you.

You kept getting vague pictures of a large grey humanoid creature in your head as you plunged the dildo into you over again, like it was the one fucking you. This kept going as you started crying out, at last burying it inside you and arching off the bed. You squirted and tears came to your eyes, collapsing back onto the bed.

"Holy shit. I should have put a towel down." You remarked to yourself, laying there in surprise on your bed.

Another lovely little project.

Take a peek, why don’t you?

Gfycat: Clicky Here

And for the second Angle: Here!

Scenting a lad on the village path and simply grabbing him

Dragging down his breeches and knotting him right there, keening and whimpering against a fence post, shouting uselessly for help

One young man scrambling back from him as the wolf warrior advances, begging him not to, not inside, not his pussy, please, his ass, his mouth, even?

Shivering as he leans up on his knees and touches his lips against the bright red shaft of the wolf man's cock

Opening his lips around it, dizzied by the strength of his scent, the musk headily filling his nose and his head, suddenly so wet he has to focus to remember he doesn't want to be pregnant, doesn't want his body ruined

Wolfman gripping his hair and sinking down his throat

Taste overwhelming him, cock filling his throat, the knot swelling heavy and gagging his mouth, pressing down his tongue, leaving the young man wailing and grinding helplessly down against his own fingers

Surrounded by others fat with pups and writhing as they keep riding their orgasms or start pushing out pups, so horny it's filling the whole of his brain and consciousness in a heavy pink mist, and then the warrior wolf is coming down his throat and pumping his belly full

Finally released from the wolf man with a loud pop, his heavy stomach sloshing with come

Falling on his hands and knees to try to crawl away... Then howling loud in realisation and horror and terror and perfect, agonising pleasure as the wolf man cleaves into his cunt from behind

glowing cum, and cumflation with glowing cum.

maybe you've sneaked off with an alien to get a load or 3 dumped in your hole and if the volume isn't enough for everyone to be able to tell, the glow coming from your womb absolutely is. even in the dark, it's a reminder.

glowing hypersperm even? being able to see their movements through your skin, not only because of the bulges but because of the light they emit.

Ohhh glow light/lava lamb belly the size like you're pregnant with octuplets. Gut glowing lightly as you're forced to churn through all the left over remains of your freaky activities. No clue you'd get that much cum from them with one load. Also no clue they'd cum three fucking times in you. Overstuffed with cum and belly groaning up a storm while you've got alien cum painting your insides. Almost painting your outsides with how it's shining through your skin and glowing.

Something lands on your head. Something slimy and squishy. You panic and try to brush it off, but it sticks to your hand now. When you point your flashlight to see, it illuminates a strange, large slug-like creature. You barely get a look at it before it slithers underneath your sleeve. You panic, dropping your flashlight as you try to pull the creature from your clothes, but to no avail as your attempts just slide off of its slimy body. It travels lower down, from your shirt to your pants. You can feel it enter into your underwear, pushing its head inside of your pussy. When you try to grab at it, it slips right through your fingers as it wiggles its way deeper. Your knees buckle as it forces a moan from you, disappearing inside of you quick and pushing into your womb. When you catch your breath, you can feel the weight of it inside you. Out of options, all you can do is press on.

But as you walk, you feel another one attach itself to your ankle, quickly worming its way up your pant leg. This one is equally as persistent as you try to stomp or shake it loose, undeterred as it presses onward. Your flashlight briefly illuminates more of them. At least a dozen, slowly making their way towards you. You have to ignore about the one already attached, rushing towards the next tunnel to crawl through and escape. On the other side, you’re only met with more wide open caverns. As you take a few steps forward, you step on something squishy causing you to slip and crash onto the ground. The slug you stepped on attached itself to your boot, now making its way up towards your entrance like the others. You scramble to try to throw it off or scrape it against the rocks around you, it barely reacts to your attempts.

In your panic, you barely notice the other slugs swarming you. By the time you notice, at least ten of them have attached themselves to crawl into your clothes. You give up on trying to get them off again, fleeing for the next tunnel. As you crawl through, you can feel them shoving themselves through your entrance to reach your womb. You pant and groan as you crawl slower this time, legs quivering as they squirm against you and each other. Your flashlight falls ahead, rolling out into the next cavern.

As you catch up, falling on your side to pick it up, you’re met with a horrifying sight. Slugs everywhere in this new cavern, all noticeably thicker and longer than the ones from before. You’re still overwhelmed, belly beginning to swell with all the slugs still entering you. You try to call for help, but your voice echoes for no one through the unexplored caverns. Slugs swarm over your body, and no amount of struggling and flailing loosens them. As the first of big ones reaches your entrance, you grunt and moan around the slimy intrusion, legs quivering as they all push against each other to get into their new home. A particularly large one pushes up against your entrance, stretching you out wider than the others as it inches deeper and deeper. It makes its way into your womb, allowing more and more to swarm and follow it. Your belly grows bigger and bigger, and it’s getting hard to tell how many are in there. Their squishy, slimy bodies squirm and roll against your insides, the pressure growing tighter and tighter.

When you find a burst of energy, you force yourself to your knees. Holding your swollen belly with one hand, already looking more than overdue, you stagger and waddle towards the tunnel with your flashlight in your other hand. Hope sparks in you as you reach it without falling, squatting down. But as you lean forward to try to crawl through, you’re stopped. Your belly is pressed against the stone beneath you, and you realize the slugs inside of you have made you too large to fit through the tunnels.

You fall back from the tunnel entrance, feeling the next huge slug wriggle deeper to join the countless others. Your belly is heavy, so heavy that you aren’t sure if you can stand up again. The strained flesh rolls and shifts with the movements of the creatures that invaded you, only growing more intense as more of them join in. You collapse into a mess of whimpers and moans, the pressure all too much to handle. And still, there’s countless more to come.

They had been cold for millenia, held deep in the earth; but now it was warm… so warm, and soft…