Daily Update

The door creaked open just enough to let him slip inside, the dim glow of the hallway light casting a sliver of illumination across the room. He paused, listening for the steady rhythm of his wife’s breathing from down the hall. Silence. Good. She was asleep, lost in whatever mundane dream her dull existence conjured up. His heart thrummed in his chest, a mix of anticipation and guilt, though the latter was quickly drowned out by the insistent pull of desire. He couldn’t help it anymore, he needed her. His little girl.

She lay curled up in her bed, the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin blanket. Her stuffed animal, a faded rabbit with one ear slightly drooping, was clutched to her chest, her fingers curled around it even in sleep. He moved closer, his footsteps silent on the carpet, until he was standing beside her bed. For a moment, he just looked at her, taking in the way her lips parted slightly, the way her hair fanned out across the pillow like a dark halo. She was so innocent, so pure, and yet he couldn’t stop the hunger that gnawed at him.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. Her eyelids fluttered, and she stirred, inhaling sharply as her eyes blinked open. She looked up at him, confusion flickering across her features before recognition set in. “D-Daddy?” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s here.” He reached for the stuffed rabbit, gently prying it from her grasp. Her fingers tightened for a moment, but he shushed her again, his tone soothing. “Hold this for me, okay? Right here.” He pressed the rabbit into her arms, guiding her to hold it close to her chest. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Her confusion deepened, but she obeyed, her fingers clutching the worn fabric. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “We have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for Daddy? Can you be quiet?”

She nodded, her eyes wide and uncertain. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of affection and something darker, something primal. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a featherlight kiss. She stiffened, her breath catching, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to trace her bottom lip until she parted them with a soft gasp.

His hand slid down her body, over the curve of her hip, and under the hem of her nightgown. She flinched, a small whimper escaping her lips, but he shushed her again, his voice firm. “Hold your bunny, sweetheart. Remember, we have to be quiet.” She nodded, her fingers tightening around the stuffed animal as his hand crept higher, teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

He could feel her trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow pants as his fingers traced closer to where she was warm and wet. “Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “Daddy’s here. I’ll take care of you.” His fingers found her entrance, and he let out a low groan at how tight she was, how wet she was already. He pushed a single finger inside, her body tensing around him as she bit down on her lip to stifle a cry.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. “Just like that. Keep holding your bunny, baby. Be quiet for Daddy.” He began to move his finger, slow and deliberate, watching her face as she struggled to keep her composure. Her hips twitched, her body betraying her even as she tried to stay still.

He added a second finger, stretching her even further, and she let out a muffled whimper, burying her face in the rabbit’s soft fur. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her inexperience only making her tighter, more irresistible. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he praised, his voice a low rumble. “Daddy’s so proud of you.”

He withdrew his fingers, earning a soft whine of protest, but she quickly fell silent as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of his zipper sliding down seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room, and he made a mental note to switch them later; he couldn’t afford to wake his wife. Not now. Not when he was so close.

He freed himself from the confines of his pants, his erection straining against the cool air of the room. He wrapped his fingers around himself, giving a few slow strokes as he positioned himself between her legs. “This might hurt a little, baby,” he warned, his voice gentle despite the fire raging inside him. “But Daddy will make it feel good, okay?”

She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers white-knuckled around the rabbit. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him, and with a single, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside her. Her body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, and he quickly pressed the rabbit to her mouth. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Be quiet. Just hold on to Daddy.”

He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, but the urge to move was overwhelming. He began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster. Her muffled whimpers only fueled his desire, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he drove into her again and again.

Her nails dug into his back, her body arching against his as he claimed her, each thrust deeper, more desperate than the last. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body responding to his even as her mind struggled to process what was happening. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Take it. Take Daddy’s cock.”

Her body shuddered beneath him, her muffled cries growing louder as she teetered on the edge of release. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight, rapid circles. Her back arched, her body trembling as she came undone, her walls spasming around him in a way that made him groan with pleasure.

He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside her, his release hot and claiming. For a moment, he stayed there, his body pressed against hers, his breaths mingling with her soft, shaky ones. Then, slowly, he pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her.

She lay there, her chest heaving, her fingers still clutching the rabbit. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You were so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So, so good.”

She didn’t respond, her eyes still closed, her body trembling. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sleep now, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Daddy’s got you.”

"It hasn't had anything in its cunt for a month and hasn't cum in 3 months. Meanwhile it had a vibrator duct taped to its clit and milked my cock multiple times a day. Makes them wonderfully desperate."

"Can we touch it?"

"Of course!" Everyone surrounds me. The first hand rubs my clit making me spasm.

"MmMghhhhha"

"HAHAHA. So sensitive"

"If it cums the slave will be severely punished."

*Slap slap slap* "AHHHHH" master slaps my clit and my whole body cunvulses as I nearly cum.

"fuck what a pain slut" one of them pinches my clit. Another my nipples. My pained moaning fills the room.

"Look its so wet the bottle is filling up with its arousal!"

The first time you feel the touch against your leg, you jolt awake. You aren’t a heavy sleeper and you know something just touched you.

But when you turn the light on, look around, even check the locks on the doors and windows- there’s nothing. Not a hair out of place. Maybe it was a dream- like when you dream of falling and wake up flailing. You settle back into bed, adrenaline calming, and though it takes a bit you manage to fall back asleep.

The next morning you get up, double check everything, reconfirm it was just your mind playing tricks. Satisfied, you put the weird happenstance out of your head.

You feel it again that night- a soft, snaking touch up the side of your thigh. This time as it wakes you, you jump out of bed, rush to turn on the light and- nothing. There’s nothing. You sigh, turn off the light, and get back in bed. The adrenaline crash helps you get back to sleep at least.

The following night you lie awake. You’re worried that if you sleep whatever your brain is doing is going to continue. It’s the weekend now anyway, it’s not like you need to sleep. But your body has other ideas, and finally sometime in the early morning, you fall in a light doze.

This time when you feel the touch, just a fingers width, you flinch but keep your body controlled- no jolting awake, no flying out of bed. You tense a moment, and forcibly relax your body pretending to fall back asleep. Your heart is beating like humming bird wings.

It halted for a moment- it felt nice against your skin, soft like cashmere and warm. Very warm. And then the moment passed, the touch gliding up your thigh. You shiver, feel the slightest arousal pool in your stomach at the gentle movement. 

Your heart hammers in anticipation when it slips under the band of your underwear. You can still feel it trailing against your thigh, a snaked tendril moving up your skin. The tendril dips across your hip, circles up and around your crotch. You’re struggling to control your breathing, the teasing touch flooding you with arousal. 

Finally, finally it dips lower. The first press against your entrance has you stifling a moan. The second and you shift your legs wider for the tendril pressing against the sensitive nerves. It slips in, and you sigh in pleasure, trying to keep in mind- whatever this thing is, it wants you asleep at least for now.

You find that’s difficult to do. 

The tendril moves inside you, touches and rubs against every inch of nerves and you try not to squirm. It settles itself deep inside you, yet still feel the slightest movement- and it’s driving you mad. 

It takes a moment for you to notice against the sensation of aching want- the tendril is thickening inside you, pushing against you walls so so painfully slowly. You let out a groan, shifting slightly to widen your legs farther, trying desperately to get more sensation.

The thick cord of heat keeps its pace, and by the time it finally is done, you’re wider then you’ve ever been and fuck do you need more sensation. The cord starts to move again, the texture different now. Large, gentle bumps riddle its surface. Your hips move on their own, rising ever so slightly to match its pace, the ribbed texture dragging so sweetly over your nerves.

Small breathy moans escape, but you don’t care. The cord is pumping into you faster, harder pushing and straining against every inch inside you- you feel a rush building and grasp the sheets of your bed. The cord drives in and stops, and you gasp a strangled cry as a thick bulb moves up the cords length, pushing your opening to the brink.

It slips inside you and you cum, the thick bulb dragging slowly into your body. You let out a gasp, body arching as it accommodates the new size, pleasure screaming through your body. A burst of liquid heat and the bulb is gone- thick, syrupy liquid covering your insides and shooting from your entrance as you’re stuffed full.

You collapse in a heap afterward, panting slightly before evening your breath out to feign sleep again. The cord slowly shrinks back into a tendril, and you are legitimately starting to fall asleep when the tendril finally pulls out of your body. You miss the sensation, gentle enough to feel nice against you even after climax.

The touch slithers down your body and away- you feel it against your comforter and realize something- it came and left from the small gap between your bed and the wall it’s propped against. Whatever it is, it’s living under your bed. 

You smile to yourself- you wonder what would happen if you left your clothes and covers off. 

it opens with everyone competing to see how many times they can thrust into him in a minute, which like: they’re just treating him like a tool to get off with? Like a little game? Love it. Also it’s one guy in charge giving orders to a few others who are then fucking the tboy, which is a dream. I love that kind of layered sub/dom dynamic. It’s unclear but I’m pretty sure some of the gangbangers are nb/trans as well which we love some trans on trans fucked up sex.

and the main guy is making fun of how fucked out the tboy looks, bc he’s already got 2 loads in him, and just kind of gently pulls his head up by the hair to show off his whimpering face. The whole dynamic is that they’re friends out of kink but also there’s casual loving degradation & humiliation??? like they’re hydrating and rubbing the tboy’s back while also using his holes. dream. I need someone to lovingly call me a fucktoy.

and THEN it’s the tboy getting instructions on how to best suck everyone’s dicks, and the main guy is ordering the others around and saying who’s turn it is, and talking down to the tboy when he isn’t doing it right. And the tboy is just so desperate to serve everyone!!!

going to a big house party and ending up strapped over a makeshift mounting block in the middle of the living room while the local werewolf pack run a train on me in front of everyone else

grunting and huffing as they stuff their knots in me one after the other, switching holes every round, filling me up with seed and then popping free as soon as the swell goes down. meanwhile everyone else at the party is filming it or fucking my face when they get the chance, sometimes both.

the werewolves start getting too snappy to even let people get close, though, protectively hunched over me when I'm five knots deep and drooling... they pop the sixth one into my cunt and growl in my ear about putting a litter of puppies in me, my knees quivering at the threat (promise?) and moaning into the cushion. I can feel my belly straining to hold the volume of cum, ass leaking down my thighs, barely registering the sloppy mess my throat has become too, even as one of the other werewolves plants herself in front of my and buries my face into her cunt, stuffing her thick clit into my mouth to suck. I obey like it's second nature now, strong clawed paw pinning me as she ruts into my mouth and her packmate rams against my tender cervix with the full length of their cock, the others lingering close by, groping and grabbing at me while everyone else watches....now at a safer distance, well out of range of snapping teeth.

I let out a strained, muffled whimper at a deeper thrust, both of them bearing down against me to cum, juices dribbling down my chin and my thighs and cum pouring out of my cunt when my top forcibly pops the knot out to show off the way I stretch around the bulb, and the pretty little noise I make...I'm just barely loose enough for then to fuck me with it, popping it in and out of my wrecked hole, and all I can do is pant and whine like a good dog.

they finally let someone else at my throat....but it's one of the werewolves, guiding my obedient open mouth around the tip of their knotted cock and thrusting in to the back of my throat smoothly. I gag and try to open my mouth wider, but they're so, so thick I can barely manage the girth of the shaft....or the length. several sets of hands are fingering my holes or groping me, splitting my attention all over while I struggle to open wide enough to handle the steady face fucking when they pick up, eventually angling my head down a bit and pushing into my throat properly. I gag harder, clenching up around wandering fingers, swallowing around the cock over and over as if to try and gulp it down and struggling as they push it even deeper, throat bulging tightly. I don't even register that I can't breathe until they pull back and I gasp so hard it makes me lightheaded, then shove back in, fucking it fast and deep into my throat this time, ignoring when I gag and choke around it and humping my face with abandon. The knot's too big to fit in my mouth, but they force it as deep as they can, my nose buried into their fur, mouth straining around the bulge of it....breathless and blissed out and clinging to the ottoman desperately.

just as i start to feel too dizzy, on the verge of fainting, foggy and twitching... they blow their load down my throat and pull out, holding my head up with a firm but gentle fistful of hair at my nape, watching me catch my breath and cough as cum and drool dribble down my chin. I'm a debauched, sloppy mess, quivering and fucked into oblivion in front of the whole party, and all I can do is pant and float as they begin to loosen up the straps tying me down.

" You did good, little one, " one of them growls in my ear over my shoulder, making me shiver, big strong paw sliding up my back. I can feel them looking over me, glancing around with glassy, dazed eyes to find the others watching closely too, still keeping the other partygoers away from their toy. " What do you say you come home with us and meet the rest of the pack?"

The thought alone makes me moan involuntarily, holes throbbing, but before I can even think about it beyond that, I find myself nodding eagerly, and there's a series of low, rumbling laughs, a few broad, gleaming, toothy grins as someone scoops me up with one hand, pins me back against a strong, furry chest to start to carry me out of the living room, oblivious to the concern & confusion of the other partygoers.

Our whole world changed the day she turned 18! The next day she walked in with just a tight crop top and a tighter thong! I fought her advances (a little) so she ended just giving me a blow job but it totally crumbled what defenses were left!

You saw the orc at the other end of the passage.

Exploring a dungeon by yourself was dangerous, but you had been an adventurer for over a year. This was supposed to be an easy dungeon too.

You could tell at a first glance though that this orc was more than you could handle.

Thankfully, you're an accomplished mage. You slapped a piece of parchment on the wall, casting a spell. The wall became like an illusion, and you dived through.

A large hand followed you through the wall, catching your thigh. It pulled you off your feet and towards the wall again.

The spell broke suddenly, and you found your waist encased in the dungeon's wall. Your upper torso and arms were on one side of the wall. Your lower side was on the other side. The side with the orc.

It took you a moment to realize that the bag with your magic spell components was on the side with the orc.

Fuck.

You struggled despite knowing that it was futile. You couldn't do anything. You were going to die!

Then, you feel more than hear the crotch of your pants being ripped off, followed soon by your underwear.

Your legs closed, out of shock and a sense of modesty. The shock of cold air on your bare pussy had you shivering.

The feeling of large hands around your clothed thighs. Your legs were forcefully pried apart, exposing your bare pussy again.

There was then a blunt, warm pressure against your sex. It rubbed up and down on your pussy, so you could feel the size of it.

It was, in a word, huge. There was no way you could take it.

Please, don't put it in.

Of course, the orc wouldn't care about what you wanted if you could speak to it.

The head of the orc's dick pressed inside you slowly but inexorably. You cried out and gasped and whined. The stinging pain of being stretched beyond your limits had you sobbing.

Whenever you thought all of it was in you (there couldn't possibly be more), you were proved wrong as another excruciating inch was pushed in.

Finally, the sensation of the the orc's balls against you tell you that it was over. You were full beyond belief, tears streaming down your face.

Then, half of the dick pulled out and pushed back in forcefully.

You cry out.

The orc did it again. And again. And again.

The orc pounded into you unceasingly while you writhed helplessly. You clawed at the walls, seeking something to hold. Your legs twitched involuntarily. You can barely breathe as the force of the thrusts pushed breath after breath out of you.

At some point, your pussy had become wet with slick and precum. Your pussy was also getting used to the stretch, being just a sting.

You realize you're starting to enjoy it. That your gasps were half moans. That you almost wished the orc would play with your clit too.

Unbidden, your orgasm built and then overtook you. You cried with pleasure and humiliation.

The dick inside of you kept pounding away, drawing out the orgasm until it was simply painful with overstimulation. Then, until it became pleasurable again.

The endless thrusting continued, and you came over and over until you forgot to be ashamed.

An eternity later, the orc came. He came and came inside you until you felt a cramping inside.

You felt a gush of cum drip down your boneless legs when the orc pulled out.

After the warmth and girth of the orc's dick, you feel empty. Your bare pussy cold.

Then, another large, warm head pressed against your leaking pussy.

There were more, you dimly realized.