Ovulation-induced Literature

He is delighted to have you all to himself after a long hard day. Melting under his firm touch, mewling in satisfaction. His chest flutters to see you happy and content. You’re so good to him, trusting him to care for you, provide for you...

Worshiping the swell of your breasts. Coating the cute pouch of your belly in warm fragrant oil. You feel like a biscuit under a baker’s hands before being baked in the oven, and the thought makes you giggle.

Dunk ignores the girthy tent his cock makes beneath his trousers. Tries to focus on working the knots on your oiled up thighs. He gulps when he notices they’ve gotten thicker with muscle. Must’ve been all the walking and traveling. He thinks back to all the days you’ve chosen to stay by his side, allowed him to pour his love and devotion to you by staying close. The swell of his manhood twitches happily at the thought.

He continues, dragging and kneading the alluring expanse of your back. All exposed and vulnerable to him. There’s a few knots and tensions, so he pours more oil into his hands. Rubbing them together so they get warmer and slicker. Gliding up and down flesh so familiar with hard ground only softened by thinning bedrolls. You melt under his touch, brows relaxing. A soft sigh through your lips that pleases Dunk, stirring the warm feeling in his belly.

Firm fingers rub all over the plump of your ass. Dunk feels his mouth water at the sight. His woman, all pliant and submissive for him. Strong, kind, soft in all his favorite places (which is really just all of you).

He has to take a few shaky deep breaths to keep his self-control when he squeezes. Fingers digging in and the fat of your ass molding to the spaces in between. He pants, the need to taste and lick in between your thighs getting stronger.

At your enthusiastic consent, he spreads you open, and groans seeing your cunt all wet and weeping for him. He nearly trips as he shuffles down the bed. Hands keeping you so spread apart that your yummy cunt lips welcome his tongue when he dives face-first.

“Please-“ he whines, “Please, my sweet girl.” He stuffs your weeping hole with two fingers. You mewl and buck your hips, feeling them drag deliciously against the sensitive parts inside you. He nearly drools when he sucks the taste of you into his mouth. It’s nowhere near enough to quench his thirst.

“Let me taste you,” Dunk begs, spreading your pretty petals. Groaning when he sees your cunt all exposed, puffy and slick. He’s almost drooling, breathing getting heavy. There is nothing more divine than to have his wide warm tongue licking all over your soft pussy. Taste your nectar, swallow your juices down his throat.

When you consent, Dunk dives into your cunt face first. His tongue lapping all over, dipping into your little hole and swirling around for a taste. You’re all wet with his saliva. Tongue rubbing on your little pearl so well, your back arches and thighs open wider.

“So good~” you moan, almost choking on your spit. Squealing when Dunk’s lips wrap around your clit and suckles. Panting louder when he grips your thighs; leaving you no option or escape as he licks and slurps on your poor cunt. The pleasure is near overwhelming, building up in your tummy.

Two thick fingers tease at your entrance before plunging deep. Your jaw falls open, eyes rolling back and Dunk finds the sweet spongy spot inside you. Looking down at him, your handsome strong man, takes you closer and closer to cumming.

His nose squished against your mound, each breath full of your scent. Intoxicating and distinctly you. His eyes watching every expression of pleasure and falling apart. You feel yourself leaking onto the sheets as he relentlessly sucks and licks your pearl. Obscene wet sounds as he fucks you good with his fingers.

Fingers threading through his hair, tugging at his scalp. “Dunk~” you whine, hips bucking desperately. You’re close, pressure building up in an unfamiliar way. “Gods, you’re gonna make me— Something’s coming out!”

You try to pull him off you, to no avail. He’d rather die than part from your cunt. It sends you over the edge, body jolting and trembling. Liquid gushes out of your pussy, salty and sweet, and for a moment Dunk is surprised. But his hunger gets the best of him. He opens his mouth wider, slurping and tasting everything you can give him.

You buck and writhe against his mouth, panting. Pulling him off you when the sensation becomes too much. A string of spit connects his lips to your swollen, overstimulated pussy. Dunk’s face is soaked in your squirt. He eyes you in wonder.

“I- Did you- That was…” he stammers, beyond horny and satisfied with himself. You grab his face and pull him towards you. When he rises, you see his fat chubby cock is messy with seed. He blushes when you notice.

“M’sorry, my love. I couldn’t help it...”

“It’s alright, darling.” You press a loving kiss on his lips, tasting yourself on him. “You made me feel so good.”

“Aye?” He grins, strong hands gently pressing your thighs to your torso. Heavy, leaking manhood against your tingling cunny. “Can I make you burst on my cock this time?”

You giggle, pulling him down for another deep kiss. The both of you are not leaving the bed any time soon.

On the outside, it seems like you're the insatiable one, always seeking him out. But you know your man; most of his waking hours, his attention is on you. Hyperaware and vigilant, but in a way that he is always anticipating… not only if you need anything, but also when you'll next use him.

When you travel, Dunk glances at a lush group of trees and wonders if you'll take his hand and drag him there. Maybe you’ll push him onto his knees, lift up your skirts and push his face on your pussy so he can wrap his lips around your little pearl to suckle on. When you two eat supper together, he sees you smile sweetly at him, and his cock twitches in his breeches. When he wakes up earlier and finds you sleeping peacefully, his heart melts with adoration (and his cock twitches in his breeches Imao).

He has a pussy sniffing kink. It goes hand-in-hand with his love for your bush. It's just something about your natural body scent that makes him go dumb, makes him pant a little heavier. Dunk loves smelling you in general. Your sweat after a long day, the smell of soap and sun in your hair, even your body odor that you feel shy about... You always smell divine to him, but he can't deny that his nose always seems to end up between your thighs.

He adores you, his kind, loving, strong, and gorgeous wife. You are too good to him, letting him spread your legs and dip his face in your bush. Soft and luscious, he nuzzles his nose into it, and breathes you in. There is no greater joy and comfort than you, your body so relaxed and open to him. His warm breath excites your womanhood, makes you more slick when he uses this thumbs spread your cunt lips wider. All for him to see, all for him to feast until there is nothing left to taste.

He would never pressure you or keep you from your hygiene routines... but if it were up to him, he'd have you lifting your skirts and sitting on his face after a long day, before your nightly swim in some river. Spread your folds and sit your slick hole right on his tongue, he swears it's the best flavor he's ever tasted. His big hands firmly but gently gripping your hips, rocking you back and forth; coating his nose, his lips, his tongue, even his chin with your cunt juices. It's the best way to drown, he thinks.

Dunk is obsessed with eating your pussy. He dives into your cunt any chance he gets, slurps and gulps you down in the same way a dehydrated man does with a tankard of cold water. Your pussy juices drip down the sides of his mouth, desperate to drink it all up. After your hips tremble and thighs squeeze his head as you cum on his tongue, he won’t let up unless you literally pry him off of you. There’s a string of saliva that connects your cunt to his lips. Licking the sides of his mouth, glistening with slick, he asks if you can give him another tasting.

Daddy kink. (Yes I'm projecting but hear me out...) It starts off as a wholesome nickname for him. He takes it as you being so happy of his care. When you call him daddy in that sweet and kind voice, his heart flutters. Chest puffing up as his pride swells, knowing he's doing right by you.

And when you moan daddy while he's stuffing you so full of his girthy cock? While your wet cunt is milking his balls of every drop, and leaking juice down both of your thighs? It takes everything within him to not pump you full of his thick, warm seed. He’d love for you to make him a father.

Knowing that you trust him so fully, appreciate all that he does, and need him so dearly... it gets him to chant "i love you" over and over. He babbles the confession with every hard thrust of his strong hips against yours, heavy balls pressing against the plump swell of your ass.

Mating press. (He loves any position where he can see your face. However...) Make him take you with both your legs over his shoulders, and he will pound your little cunt like he's trying to make you carry six babes all at once.

His biggest fear is you being afraid and distancing yourself from him, so he is extra careful and gentle with how he speaks and touches you. It took quite a long time and much convincing to have him admit he badly wants to pin you down under him and fuck you as hard as he could, pump you full of every drop of his seed.

He loves your spit on him. It's between you and the gods why you're obsessed with licking and slobbering all over his heavy, full balls and his girthy, throbbing manhood... but every time that you do, he is always grateful, so much so he whines thank you over and over with every wet stroke of your lips on him.

Squirt on him, cream on him, spit on him, sweat on him. Every thing you give him is a blessing. Sweet and nice.

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He had refused your offer, partly because he did not want to slice you accidently, and more so that he assumed he would easily win… but as the session progressed, it was clear he had underestimated you. You were close to him in size, strength, and appetite, yet somehow managed to move with far more grace than he ever could muster. It made him frustrated with himself as he tried again and again to land more than a few blows… but alas, you wouldn’t let him.

Mischievous smirk on your lips and a few drops of sweat on your temple and neck, you looked irritatingly divine for someone he’s been actively trying to best. And perhaps he was frustrated because he wanted to lick the sweat off you. Not that he would ever admit that.

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