imagine you're volunteering at a lab that's testing a new way to interact with minotaursâa set of prosthetics and treatments designed to help bridge the gap between species and allow for better cooperation. at orientation on your first day, you're measured thoroughly with a series of unfamiliar instruments and then led to a small room where a doctor hooks you up to an iv drip of some clear liquid that makes your head spin. she assures you that it's perfectly normal to feel a little woozy, and that all of this was covered in your orientation session, which sounds right: you were so excited to be selected as a volunteer that you didn't pay much attention. but it's not an unpleasant sensation, and once the doctor has checked your vitals, she inserts a syringe into your iv port and tells you that you're ready to move onto the second phase. whatever was in the syringe enters your bloodstream immediately, and you start to feel yourself flushing, your body tingling and starting to grow warm. she nods, checks your vitals one more time, and then inserts a different syringe: to help relax you before they attach the prosthetics, she says, although you feel pretty relaxed already. then she tells you to get undressed and wait behind the curtain.
before long, another doctor wheels in a rack of unfamiliar equipment, and the two of them help you to your feet and start to help you into it. first are a pair of weighted hoof boots that increase your height by a foot; next are a pair of long gauntlets that go all the way up to your shoulders. when the doctors tighten them to fit you perfectly, their weight pulls you forward until you're on all foursâbut the gauntlets are constructed so that it's unexpectedly comfortable. next, one of the doctors fastens what looks like a rigid posture collar around your neck. only when it's tightened do you realize that it presses on your voicebox so the only sounds you can make are low and gutteral, almost like a cow. the doctors confer among themselves and then ask you to try moving forward. you do, your hooves loud against the floor; at first you're a little uncoordinated, but then you start to get the hang of it. then they ask you to speak. but your voice comes out garbled, no matter what you try to sayâthe only sound you can make is a moo. they nod and say you're ready for the next stage and ask you to follow them down the hall. the room they lead you to is big and spacious, though you notice the walls are paddedâsoundproofed, perhapsâand there's a set of double doors on the other side, as well as a big two-way mirror in one wall. one of the doctors checks your hooves one last time and then nods, then they ask you to wait and leave, closing the door behind them.
after a moment, you realize that your pulse is speeding up and that heat is building between your legs, faster than you've ever felt it. that's what the last injection must have been for, you realize: to boost your libido. you don't have to wait long to find out why; the doors on the other side of the room open and a minotaur steps in, his huge cock already hard between his legs. a big bead of fluid slowly drips from the tip as he comes towards you, walking on his hind legs. aroused as you are, you're a little uncertain, and you try to shuffle away, only to realize that your hooves are locked in place. no doubt one of the scientists is controlling them remotelyâso you have no choice but to remain perfectly still, on all fours, legs spread wide. he doesn't waste any time once he reaches you, just lines his cock up and pushes right in. you've never taken anything so huge in your whole life, and at first you're afraid that he'll hurt you, but one of the injections must have loosened you to such a degree that he bottoms out on the first thrust, his cock pressed right against your cervix.
he fucks you roughly and thoroughly, without giving any impression that he cares about your pleasure or anything other than the fact that you're a warm, wet hole to shove his cock into. to your shock, that thought turns you on so much that you come after just a few minutes, your body shaking around his enormous cock and clenching down on its flared headâwhich just makes him fuck you harder. you come again and again, hard enough that your vision goes white, and after a while you realize through the haze of pleasure that something has changed. he's sliding even further into you, somehow, his cock pressing against parts of you that nothing has ever touched before, and you realize that he's managed to work your cervix open with his relentless pistoning paceâthe head of his cock is now fucking directly into your womb, so deep that you can see your belly bulging every time he pushes in, a faint swell where the flared tip is moving inside of you. if he comes, you realize, all his seed will go directly into your womb, and suddenly you wonder: what if one of those injections made you ovulate?
the thought makes you come so hard that you can't help itâyou moo, your voice low and inhuman and inarticulate, and the minotaur tightens his grip on your hips and shoves deep into you and comes in long, hot spurts that fill you immediately and then keep coming until your belly starts to swell, hanging low and round beneath you. his cock jerks inside of you, making you twitch with aftershocks, before he finally pulls out. but the injections must be wearing off: only a few drops of cum spill out as your cervix tightens once more, keeping the rest inside of you. your belly is still taut and warm, freshly filled, and you realize that there's no way you aren't pregnantâprobably with multiples, given how potent minotaur cum is, especially fresh from the source. you don't mind the thought, as it turns out, especially if you're allowed to wear the prosthetics throughout the process. you imagine shuffling around on all fours as your belly grows heavy, the minotaur's calves growing inside of you. maybe if you're very good, if you give the scientists good data and healthy young, they'll even let you do it all over again, spending the rest of your life as a cow for this minotaur and any others who want to use you as a cumdump and a fucktoyânothing but a mooing, mindless hole to breed.
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When everyone slept. Your bedroom door open. Panties and a simple top the only thing keeping you warm and safe. You never expected to get suddenly ripped away from your soft dreams. You never expected to be woken up and forced in your own bed. In your own house. By me. Just a friend you had met online. Somebody you had spoken to for a while. Somebody that had come over to your place to hang out and then slept on the couch due to public transports failing on you. You had closed your eyes feeling safe and soft and have openend them while being absolutely wrecked and used. Hands wrapped around your throat. Clothes yanked off. Body wet, sweaty, bruised and marked and your hands cuffed together. Your legs forcefully spread open. Your pussy stuffed with the cock of your assailant. Filled and sore from the hours of brutal fucking. Your pussy and body already covered in cum from the previous rounds. You try to whimper and scream for help, but your mouth had already been stuffed shut with a gag. You tear up and look at him. Look at me. âFuck, I expected the sleeping meds to last longer.. oh well.â I exclaim mid groan. As I push my cock deeper and rougher inside your willing and wet pussy. With one hand I slap your clit roughly, with the other I continue holding you down by your throat. âCanât say I mind. Iâm getting fucking close to the last load of the night. So it might.. actually be kinda fun to see the fear in your eyes as I fill you up with cum. As I pump you full. Force you to take my load. How about that. You ready? You ready little slut. Because Iâm about to fucking cum.â You whimper. Shake. Tears filling your eyes. But you know itâs too late when you hear the guttural groans and primal growls. When you feel the hot cum enter you. You know. Itâs too late. Youâve been used and forced at home.
Thank you so much for that delicious alien bar milking story! Probably is the best free use kink story Iâve read here on Tumblr â¤ď¸
I do wonder now if girly will ever be taken home by someone to be âwifed upâ or just treated like a cow forever at the bar. The patronsâ talk about girlyâs fate has me curious now
Watch an alien farmer take girly home to wife up and be his breeding cow. Gotta keep that milk constantly flowing somehow
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Our girly stays at The Den. The aliens are all bark but no bite. They know what is good for them if they don't want to anger the owner.
[alien] Help
[aliens] Friday Special
But I'm sure we can find another Reader...
alien!Sconar x human!fem!Reader
Good to know: lactation, breeding
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You arrive at Sconar's farm as part of an exchange program to learn about the planet's agriculture and share human methods. Your job is to take detailed notes on what might work well on Earth, and teach your alien host about human techniques in exchange.
The air shimmers under the brutal sun. Ever since you arrived, you hadn't seen so much as a stray cloud, let alone rain, only dry, searing heat. Yet the plants stand tall and lush around, their leaves plump and glistening.
"How do they survive this?" you ask, wiping sweat from your brow.
Sconar only grunts, then crouches down beside a long row of low-growing vines. His scales catch the sunlight, drinking in the burning warmth. He reaches into the worn pouch at his belt and pulls out a handful of small, pearl-like orbs. They glow blue-white in his gloved hand.
You lean in closer. "What are those?"
"Moisture seeds," he finally answers, though it just leaves you with more questions.
"How do they work?" Your fingers dart forward, eager to scoop up a small handful from the soil where he had just dropped them, but Sconar's hand snaps out before you can reach the scattered orbs. His grip is firm but not painful.
"Donât." His warning is short and barked.
You freeze. "Why?"
"Cold burn," he says, releasing your wrist once he is sure you won't do anything stupid. "Would blister your soft human skin in seconds."
"Oh." You stare at the pearl-like seeds as curls of frost rise from them when they slowly activate. "How long do they last? Do you make them? Or buy? Can you use it for any plant? What if-"
"Slow down, girl," the alien grunts. "They last ten days. I buy them. And you can use them on any plant, but you have to be careful with the amount you use." He gives you an amused, knowing look and nods toward the tablet in your other hand. "Take your notes. Just don't touch anything until I say so."
Life on the farm feels surprisingly familiar. You wake with the sun, feed the animals; the six-legged creatures and the ones with features you spend hours drawing in your notebook, then walk the fields, check the shimmering crops, water the blossoming plants, and help Sconar with whatever he needs until the long day eventually settles into twilight that stretches for hours before morning comes again.
Sconar straightens up and dusts off his scaled hands with a sigh. "Day is over," he says. "Time to head back."
Even though it is technically night, you can hardly tell. The sky has softened into deep purples and oranges, but a thin, golden stripe of sun still clings to the horizon, refusing to disappear entirely.
"It doesn't feel night at all," you tell him, eyes half-closed as you enjoy the warmth of the sun that is finally stopped burning. "It completely throws off my sense of time."
"You will get used to it." He jerks his head toward... well... his horse. "Come."
The six-legged creature stands patiently by the fence post. Its light brown double coat shines under the never-disappearing sun.
You end up nestled between Sconar's thighs, your back pressed against the solid wall of his chest, with his arms caging you in so he can hold the reins.
For a while, it's quiet, with only the creature's steps on the dry path filling the warm night air. The rolling gait beneath you slowly melts you against the alien as the day's work settles into your muscles with exhaustion. Then-
You feel it.
Sconar's flat nose at the side of your neck as he draws in a deep breath.
You turn your head slightly with a shiver running across your spine. "Are you sniffing me?"
Sconar doesnât pull back. His voice is a calm and unashamed rumble against your skin. "Yes."
Your face warms. After a full day working under the brutal sun, you feel sticky with sweat and dust. "I must smell awful." And why did you just say that???
He inhales once more, almost lazily, taking his time. "You smell warm and salty."
"Yeah," you squeak. "That's... that's sweat."
"I like it." Then, when you think your face can't grow hotter, he adds; "You must taste nice."
But of course, you can never truly forget that you are not on Earth anymore. Especially with the alien who greets you first thing every day. Sconar is a sturdy, robust alien, barely taller than you, with a build forged over long years of hard labor. Most of his body is covered in smooth scales that are the exact shade of green as his land during rain when nature awakens, vibrant and fresh after weeks or even months of dry spell and burning sun.
You step out of the house, ready for another long day in the fields, and the first thing you see is Sconar sprawled out on a chair. His legs are thrown wide apart, and his upper body is completely bare as he soaks up the sunlight. The already strong morning rays gleam across his green scales.
When he hears your steps on the creaking wooden porch, his eyes open just enough to acknowledge you, and without a word, he tilts his head toward the small table with two steaming mugs beside him. One for you, one for him. You brought coffee with you from Earth, and you are sure Sconar decided to like you when he first tasted it.
"Thank you."
You settle into the chair opposite him, staying in the shade of the roof, but your eyes keep drifting back to the alien.
Sconar is all hard muscles from years of farm work and a healthy layer of fat from good meals and steady living. As he basks in the sunlight, his scales seem to grow a deeper shade before your eyes. Your gaze travels from his powerful shoulders, thick arms, and a broad chest that rises and falls with slow, contented breaths, down to where his pants sit low on his hips.
And you don't notice it, you are too busy ogling him, but Sconar does.
He shifts slightly, pushing his hips forward in a slow stretch as if adjusting his position. The movement draws your attention straight to the heavy bulge straining against the front of his work pants while, at the same time, the muscles of his abs and chest flex. He holds the pose just a moment longer than necessary, letting you enjoy the way his scales shimmer under the sun.
And with parted lips and hooded eyes, you are unable to look away.
"Human?"
You jolt and have to force your gaze up to his face. There is a faint, knowing grin at the corners of his thin lips, but you decide not to see it.
"Yes?"
But it's not just you who learns and observes.
The midday sun beats down without mercy, and Sconar welcomes the heat while you are sitting on the ground a few meters away from him under a tree and its shadow. You are busy reapplying your suncream, and he watches you openly. You tilt your head to the side, exposing the soft curve of your neck as your fingers smooth the white cream over your skin. The lotion glistens in the filtered light.
But Sconar's gaze soon drifts lower.
Your button-up shirt, practical and usually loose for field work, now stretches noticeably tighter across your chest. The fabric pulls across your breasts, and the buttons strain just a little more than they did a few weeks ago.
He tilts his head, then, like it is the most normal thing in the world, he asks; "Did your tits grow?"
Your hand freezes mid-motion. Your head snaps up, eyes wide with shock as you stare at him. Sconar remains completely relaxed on his rock, one arm resting on his bent knee, scales dark and gleaming under the sun. He looks back at you steadily, waiting for an answer that never comes, with no trace of embarrassment.
But Sconar is right.
Your breasts feel heavier, fuller, and far more sensitive than they have any right to be. Even the soft fabric of your clothes feels too rough, especially across your nipples. Every brush of cloth makes you sharply aware of them. You have been trying to ignore it, telling yourself it must be the dry air, the constant heat, or some strange side effect of the new planet, but you have never heard any of the other humans in the exchange program mention anything like this.
One night, after a long shower washed away the day's dust and sweat, you sit at the kitchen table with a bowl of cut fruit in front of you, when another sharp, tight ache blooms in your chest. With a grimace, you cup your left breast gently, trying to ease the heavy, uncomfortable pressure. You will definitely have to find a doctor about this.
"Are you okay?"
Your hand drops instantly, but it's too late. Sconar stands under the arch of the doorway, his slit-pupiled eyes still on your chest.
You swallow.
Sconar is the last person you want to discuss this with, but you know he has met humans before and maybe knows more than you.
"Have you ever heard of human females complaining about changes in their bodies? Like⌠sudden growth. Soreness. That kind of thing."
The alien steps closer with a shake of his head, then his gaze falls to the bowl of fruit in front of you and nods toward the dark purple, glistening pieces you have been eating every day. "Maybe it's the korva."
You frown and pick up one. It's plump and sweet, your absolute favorite since you arrived. "What do you mean?"
"We feed them to our breeding animals," he says with a casual shrug. "Helps them produce more milk and strengthens their young. I didn't think it would work on human mammals, too."
He didn't think-?
Your eyes widen and drop the piece of fruit back into the bowl like it burned you. The sweet scent suddenly feels far too strong. "What?"
But Sconar, completely unfazed, just steps closer. His large, scaled hand wraps around your upper arm and coaxes you up from your chair.
His eyes drop straight to your chest, head tilted with open curiosity. "Do they hurt?"
The embarrassment burns hot across your cheeks, but you nod. Talking about it somehow makes the ache sharper, the heavy fullness more noticeable.
You can't believe you ate that fruit every single day without properly researching it!
Your spiraling thoughts shatter when Sconar's other hand slides up and cups one of your breasts through your top. His grip is warm and careful as he gives a slow squeeze, and you can't help but groan at the relief. The sound makes the alien's gaze snap up to your face. He watches you intently while his big hand massages your swollen tit, lifting the plush weight and rubbing his thumb over your painfully sensitive nipple. The pressure feels so good that it makes your knees weak.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes," you squeak out.
You know you should probably stop him, but the mere thought of pulling away from his hand makes you whine in protest.
"They must be full," he hums, almost to himself, but the word full hits you anyway.
The growth, the pain, the sensitivity⌠it isn't just swelling. The fruit is making you lactate.
"Oh, noâŚ" you gasp, one arm flying up to cover your chest. But it's already too late. When you look down, two dark wet spots bloom across the front of your top right over your nipples.
Sconar grunts something so low and guttural under his breath that the translator in your ear doesn't even catch it.
"What?"
"I'm sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound sorry at all. His palm presses more firmly against your breast, kneading and squeezing until more milk leaks out. "I should help you."
You are so dazed, you think he means he has some kind of medicine. "You can?" you ask, hopeful and embarrassingly breathless.
But Sconar clearly has something else in his mind, because he hauls you up onto the kitchen table with startling ease. The bowl of fruit clatters to the floor, forgotten.
Your heart hammers as he steps between your spread thighs. "Sconar?"
"You poor thing," he grunts. "It must hurt so much."
You whimper as he grabs the hem of your soaked top and pulls it up and off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside with the scattered fruit on the ground.
The air brushes over your bare, swollen breasts, making your leaking nipples tighten even more. "F-fuck!"
Sconarâs eyes darken as he stares at your chest. A low, hungry sound rumbles in his throat. Without hesitation, his large, scaled hands cup both of your heavy breasts, lifting and squeezing them together. The relief is immediate and overwhelming. You moan loudly as milk beads at your nipples and drips down onto his fingers.
"Poor little human," he murmurs. "Look at you. So swollen and full. All that milk just leaking out⌠does it ache?"
You nod frantically. His thumbs brush over your sensitive nipples, and you arch into his touch with a broken sound. He leans down, and you reach up without thinking, sliding your fingers into his hair that only grows in a strip at the center across his head. He closes his lips around your right nipple and sucks. The sensation punches the air out of your lungs. Wet heat envelops the aching peak as he gulps down your milk with deep, satisfied sounds. The pressure eases in waves of pleasure, making your toes curl, and your thighs tremble around his hips.
"I didn't knowâŚ" he grunts against your wet skin, switching to the other nipple and latching on just as greedily.
"What?" you manage to gasp.
He pulls back just enough to answer, lips shiny with your milk. "That human women are so pretty like this. Heavy, leaking tits⌠all for me."
Then his mouth is on you again, sucking harder, tongue rolling over your nipple as he drinks. Milk spills from the corners of his lips no matter how greedily he swallows. It drips down his chin and onto your stomach. The wet, obscene sounds of him feeding fill the quiet kitchen.
You whimper and hold onto his braid like an anchor. "Sconar⌠ohgods!"
He switches between your breasts, massaging the soft, swollen flesh while he nurses. Every pull of his mouth sends sparks of pleasure straight between your legs.
"You taste so good," he growls around your nipple. "My poor little human⌠walking around with full tits every day. I should have noticed sooner. I'll take care of you now, though. I'll empty you until you feel good again."
You arch your back, offering yourself to him without shame. "Please- Donât stop, please, SconarâŚ"
But Sconar doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping anytime soon. Not the sucking, and definitely not your milk.
While you moan with your head thrown back, lost in the wet heat of his mouth, Sconar's mind is spinning with darker possibilities. He could keep you here. After the exchange program ends, he could make sure you never leave his farm. He imagines you like this every day; tits heavy and swollen with milk, knees shaking from how well he takes care of you. Round with his child. He would feed you korva fruit every morning. Would keep your breasts full and leaking for him. He would keep you rested, spoiled, and constantly pleasured as his young grows inside you.
The thought makes a deep, possessive growl rise in his chest.
You hear the distinct clink of his belt as he frees himself, but you can't see his cock, he refuses to pull his mouth away from your dripping tits even for a second.
"Sconar�" you breathe shakily.
He releases your nipple with a wet pop. A string of your milk and his saliva still connects his lips to your swollen peak. "Itâs okay, little human," he shushes you. "I'll take care of you. I'm going to breed you nice and deep. Fill this soft belly until it swells with my child." His hand strokes possessively over your stomach. "Your tits will stay full for our young⌠and for me. Every day I'll drink from you while I put another one in you."
You know you shouldn't want this. This goes against everything you came here for; the research, the exchange program, your life on Earth. But the moment his scaled hand slips into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down your legs, your body betrays you completely. You lift your hips and open your thighs for him without hesitation.
Your pussy clenches around nothing, slick and aching at the thought of staying here forever. Of being his. Of having a family with this strong, blunt alien who's currently devouring your milk like he's starved for it.
Please is the only word that manages to escape your lips.
And the alien doesn't wait any longer.
He pushes forward. The thick, blunt head of his cock opens your soaked pussy with one slow thrust. You cry out as he sinks deep and fills you completely. He is big, and the stretch is deliciously overwhelming.
"Fuck! Sconar!" you moan as your walls flutter and squeeze around him.
He groans loudly against your breast, while the table creaks as he rocks back and forth, fucking you with deep, steady strokes.
"You feel so good," he growls, switching to your other nipple and sucking hard enough to make your back arch. "So tight⌠so full of milk for me. My perfect little human."
You hold onto him desperately; fisting his hair and clawing at his scaled shoulder. Every thrust drives him deep, and the wet slap of skin against skin mixes with the greedy sounds of him sucking and swallowing your milk.
"You're going to be such a good mother," he grunts between pulls on your nipple, milk dripping down his chin.
"Yes! Ohgodsyes," you whimper, legs wrapped tight around his waist. You shouldn't agree. You shouldn't encourage him, but right now you don't care. All you want is him.
"Gonna keep you here," he snarls, hips snapping forward. "Feed you korva every day. Breed you full. Keep these pretty tits swollen and dripping while your belly rounds with my young."
His words send white-hot pleasure through you. You clench around his thick cock, crying out as another gush of milk flows into his hungry mouth. He drinks it down eagerly, growling with satisfaction.
"I want it," you gasp deliriously, holding his head to your chest. "Please, Sconar-"
He fucks you harder if it's even possible. The table shakes violently beneath you. His scaled hips slap against your thighs as he drives into you again and again, never letting your nipples escape his mouth for long. He switches between them constantly, sucking, licking, and massaging every drop he can get while his cock stretches and claims your dripping pussy.
"You're mine now," he growls. "Say it."
You shouldn't-
"I'm yours!" you moan, tears of pleasure slipping from the corners of your eyes. "I'm yours, Sconar!"
A deep, feral sound rips from his throat, and he slams into you one final time, grinding deep as he sucks hard on your nipple. Your orgasm crashes over you violently, pussy spasming around his cock, fresh milk flooding his mouth as you shake and cry out beneath him. Sconar follows right after with a guttural roar, hips jerking as he pumps you full of hot, thick cum. He keeps sucking gently even as he comes, milking every last drop from your sensitive breasts while filling your womb.
The table finally stops creaking. For a long moment, the only sounds are your heavy breathing and the wet pop as he finally releases your swollen nipple. Though, the alien stays buried deep inside you, towering over your body, his forehead pressed against yours. His scaled chest brushes against your tender, milk-smeared breasts with every breath. Still panting and shivering from the intensity of your orgasm, you reach up with both hands and cup his face. Your fingers slide over his smooth, warm scales, and he lets you guide him, surprised but willing as his mouth meets yours. His lips are hot, slightly rough, and taste unmistakably of you; sweet, warm milk and raw desire. The moment your tongue brushes his, Sconar groans deeply into your mouth. His cock, still buried inside you, twitches and swells rapidly, hardening again in powerful pulses until he is rock-hard and throbbing.
Sconar breaks the kiss just enough to growl against your lips. "Fuck, girl⌠You really want to keep yourself full, don't you?"
His hips give a slow, lazy roll, pushing his thick cock deeper into your cum-filled pussy. You whimper, clenching around him instinctively.
You can't lie. Not right now. Not with him still inside you and the taste of your own milk on your tongue. "Yes," you breathe. "I do."
Daddy came home excited. Very excited. Im on the floor, coloring, wearing a cute dress. "I have an incredible idea for a game baby girl. " he knows exactly how to get my attention.
Thats how I end up like this. My ankles tied to my wrists, everything on full display. My eyes fixated on daddy. "The rules are easy. The bigger the item you can take, the bigger your reward. If you get to the biggest item...you can wish for whatever you want and you'll get it." I nod.
He starts easy, a single finger tracing my pussy before sinking in my already wet hole. Simple enough, I just let out a single whine. Then it gets bigger. The small Dillon gets shoved in to the brim. Then follow the next three sizes that daddy got me when we started our relationship. Each a little bigger, nothing i cant take... thats when daddy pulls out the next thing. It isn't a toy. A large zucchini, way thicker then the dildos, already prepped with a condom. Daddy starts pressing it against my entrance. The resistance is there but gives way after a couple tries. I moan and wiggle, feeling stretched and full. "Huh that went in to easy." Daddy sounds disappointed.
Next he grabs one of my normal toys. A big bubble wand, shaped like a sword, he got me at the store last week. The soapy liquid sloshes inside the plastic tube. Its thick and hard, incredibly long. Daddy struggles a little to get it inside but once the tube got in a little, it slides down into my pussy easy. I moan and whine, also struggle a bit once daddy hits my cervix with it. It hurts a little and he purposefully shoves it in even more a few times just to see me whine.
Daddy is amused and seems to have so much fun stuffing me with so many different things.
The next thing he pulls out of his bag is a soda can. The material cold, the thickness so big i start to shake my head. "Daddy that wont fit! Its too thick!" He just laughs "at least try it!" And he starts rubbing it against my empty pussy, using my wetness as lube. He slowly pushes it inside me, it burns and I struggle against my ties. "To much!" "Don't you wanna win baby girl? Only a few more and you win!" He wishes further till the can is as deep as it goes. I struggle and clench against it, trying to get it out again.
Daddy laughs at me. And pulls out the next thing, the can still inside me. "Look! Its your favourite anime too!" Its a plastic bottle. A big 1.5liter water bottle. Finally he pulls the can out of my aching pussy. Just to immediately try to push in the bottle. It doesn't work. Its to thick to breach my pussy. I'm kind of glad it doesn't. Till I see daddys face. He looks disappointed. "Oh well..maybe next time. Seems like i need to stretch you." He puts away the bottle and rubs my aching, swollen pussy with his hand. "Still did so good." He grabs the dildos again, pushing in the biggest with no resistance. He starts to fuck me with it and I let out happy moans. Finally feeling a comfortable fullness instead of the stretches.
That is until daddy presses the second biggest against my entrance too. Both dildos start to fuck into me. The stretch is still less then from the soda can but still burns. "No daddy! Cant take it! Pull one out!" I struggle again, trying to escape the stretch. "But baby, your sweet pussy takes them so well! How will you ever take two big cocks when this is to much already?" I dont understand what he means by that but before I can ask he pushes the smallest dildo against my bum, plugging me up. I moan and try to push them out. The feeling of being full like this, to much for me. That earns me a spank to my bum, pushing the dildo deeper then before. "No pushing them out! Take what I give you sweet baby. Its for your own good." I start to beg. Begging for them to be taken out and for daddy to explain why he is doing this. Daddy ignored me. Instead he grabs the next dildo and pushes it against my way to stuffed pussy, forcing it inside with the other two.
My mouth opens but nothing comes out. I'm stuffed so full, it burns and I cant even try to push them out. I'm way to full to even try. Instead it feels like my pussy is sucking them even more inside.
"See its not that bad! Your pussy wants it so bad." Daddy teases and starts to move all three dildos. My body producing wet sounds and moans. The stretch so big i feel like I might burst.
Thats when the doorbell rings. I freeze and daddy seems happy about it, abandoning me immediately to go open the door.
When he comes back, he isn't alone. His best friend is with him with a shoping bag in hand. He sees me, pussy and bum on full display, dildos deep inside my holes. "She's so pretty! I can't wait till she's all full. I even brought her a gift!" He pulls out a pink box and shows it t daddy. Daddy's face lights up! I have tears in my eyes. Daddy turns the box to show me. Two pink toys are on the box with big letters reading 'Inflatable dildo and plug'. "Look how nice my best friend is to you!" Daddy exclaims while his best friend pulls on the dildo in my bum, pushing it in and out.
"Can I untie her? Its gonna be more fun if she's not restricted." Daddy agrees with his friend and together they loosen my ties. My legs fall open, exhausted from being stuck in that position. Best friend grabs them and pulls them further apart, then slowly pulls all four dildos out. My pussy spasms around nothing feeling completely empty. "How much could she handle?" He asks daddy. "The can was the biggest one. Sad to think she only needed two more and she could have wished for anything" daddy explains.
"Hm maybe if she can take us both i will still give her her wish." Best friend jokes. He opens the package and pulls out the plug. Its small but there is a pump attached. Daddy holds me open so his best friend can put it in my bum. Best friend then starts to pump it up, I struggle and try to get away but daddy holds me still. When they deem it enough best friend stops and detaches the pump.
They both undress and I try to crawl away from their cruel touch. Daddy catches me fast and shoves his cock in my wet and open pussy from behind. Holding me he lifts one of my legs exposing my stretched hole filled with his cock to his friend. Best friend comes over, big cock, as big as daddys, in hand and rubs it on my wet slit. Slowly he too pushes inside. I scream, the stretch huge and burning. My wet pussy takes him in completely. I'm way to full, the huge blown up plug, daddys big cock and his friend huge one. Too much. I get dumb. My brain too filled with the feeling of them. They start to fuck into me. My mind blank with every thrust. They alternate, im never empty. Always full of cock. My tits get groped and daddys friend sucks on them hard like he wants to milk them. "Oh fuck she's so tight. You need to stretch her more." Best friend tells daddy who nods. "I'll keep her stuffed full more often. Stretch her out with your gift." "Maybe she'll be able to take three dicks then. Or we can stuff her with a vibrator too next time." Next time?!
They cum. I drip their cum out of my stretched hole. They pull out and daddy immediately lays me down on the bed. Pushing all the cum back in before grabbing the inflatable dildo and stuffing it in. Pumping it up to trap all their cum inside. I'm so full, that when I clench my legs shut I almost cum again. Both holes stuffed to the brim. Daddy seems proud and best friend seems satisfied.
"Now what wish do you have little bunny?" Best friend asks and I whisper with tears in my eyes "Disneyland?" Daddy chuckles. "Only if when we go you are stuffed the whole time." I want to cry but just nod. Everything to keep daddy happy. Anything to please him.
Imagine you've just ordered some new furniture and you're struggling to get the boxes full of parts into your house. Your orc neighbor is just back from his morning run and offers to help. You accept gladly and from there you don't have to do anything, because he carries the boxes inside with ease.
He starts assembling the new dinner table too, and you get to stand and enjoy the eye candy. His dusky green skin is sweaty from his run, the lights hitting the bulge and ripple of his muscles. The loose tank top he's wearing gives you a great view of his side and even a glimpse at his chest when he shifts.
"Done," he says, rising.
You lick your lips and sidle closer. "So, how can I repay you?"
He tilts his head, only now realizing what's on your mind. His eyes grow heated. "Neighbor..."
You smile and put your hand on his arm. "I don't have much to offer," you say. "Maybe we can work something out?"
That's how you end up spread on your new table, moaning into his palm as he fucks you as payment, his free hand pawing at your body, squeezing every curve and roll he can find, his cock swelling in you when he cums, filling you up completely.
After that, you just so happen to keep finding things that you need assistance with, and he's always happy to help.
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You love your werewolf!boyfriend more than anything⌠but dealing with him during his ruts is a nightmare. The first night is fine. You always plan ahead, making sure his side of the bed is stocked up with water and snacks, but the second day is a lot harder.
You wake up with his hard leaky cock between your thighs, humping shamefully against your pussy as he whimpers in your ear. Heâs such a large creature, thick corse fur rubbing against your back and large paws kneading at your chest.
Midday isnât any better. While you try and focus on chores you can hear him whimpering on the sofa, your dirty panties pressed against his nose as he pumps his aching cock. Heâll keep whining until you put down the broom and crawl between his thighs so he can knot your throat and give your poor pussy a break.
But nighttime is the worst. After youâre freshly showered and in bed heâll force himself between your legs, smacking his hard cock against your pussy. You whine, trying to push him off of you but he doesnât budge, he just noses at your throat, breathing you in as he humps against you. You donât say anything as the pulsing tip of him nudges your panties to the side and presses against your hole. Youâre so sore, cunt aching from the never ending stretch that comes from taking his knot- but he needs you! Youâre going to deny your loving boyfriend? If the roles were reversed heâd happily let you use him, so technically you owe him⌠its not like youâre fighting him, just whimpering and sighing softly as he pushes into you with whines of his own pushing past his lips.
Your dad coming home early to find you passed out on the couch wearing one his shirts and only in your underwear laying on your back with a leg half raised up.
He sighs, already knowing that trying to wake you up is going to be a hassle in itself, so instead he moves your head onto his lap so he can sit down and relax.
After awhile you grumble in your sleep, and move your head directly towards his crotch, rubbing your face against the denim of his jeans.
He swallows, and hopes he wont get a fucking boner from his son napping on his lap, but the hot breath of your mouth breathing onto his crotch, and the rubbing of your face against him, has his cock hardening in his jeans.
He really is now trying to calm himself down, but now the image of his cock in your mouth is now fully taken over his mind, and he feels disgusted that he's thinking of his son in such a way, feeling sicked by his thoughts, but somewhere deep in him, he loves that your here in his lap, and at the mercy of your own father.
A sleepy whimper breaks his train of thoughts, the images of him using your mouth now completely gone, but it's now replaced with a deep lust, and he's staring at your sleeping form with now something akin to wild.
He decides 'fuck it.' and unbuckles his belt, and unzips his fly and button, and carefully takes his hard cock out of his boxers and jeans as a way to not jostle you awake, and gently pushes it down onto your face, just letting his cock just rest against your cheek.
A few seconds pass, and he finally wraps his hand around his erect member, slowly moving his hand up and down, letting his eyes flutter shut at being able to breathe again, but not a minute later he opens them, and looks directly at your still sleeping form, oblivious to what he is doing to you.
That thought alone almost makes him cum, but he tightens his hold on his member, not wanting to cum just yet.
It goes on like this for a few more minutes before he knows he can't wait any longer, his hand now speeding up, and his eyes rolling back in his head, and finally he moans, his cock jerks, and his cum now splattered across your face, it hitting your lips and is splayed across your cheek.
Once he calms down he realizes what he's done, and is absolutely horrified at what he let happen, at what he did, but he can not deny that the image of his own son covered in his cum is not the hottest thing he's ever seen.
I canât stop thinking about a sick perverted doctor. I didnât even come in for a physical, I came in for anxiety yet heâs making me put on the gown. Doesnât even leave the room, he watches me strip. He can tell Iâm nervous and shy. Take everything off, I did⌠even your panties sweetheart. I look at him and nod as I reach under the gown and pull them off. As I go to put them with the rest of my clothes he stops me, pass them over here. What? I need to check that everything is good, that includes your panties. With shaky hands I give them to him, he smells them.
I look at him in shock, Sir- they smell nice, your taking good care? Y-yeah I think so? Iâm so confused, I didnât like doctors. Barely came unless I needed to, was this normal? Sit on the table, I listen but have trouble getup. I always do, my gown opens and I squeal as a gust of cold air hits my cunt. Then I feel his gloved hands help me up and he stands between my legs. I look up at him, what are we here for? Anxiety⌠Anxiety? Whats wrong with my pretty patient? He grabs my face and exams it. I donât know I justâŚbeen having a hard time. He shines a light in my eyes and then opens my mouth. You donât like the stick, correct? He remembers that? I nod itâs fine Iâll just use my fingers, before I can react heâs shoving his fingers down my throat.
I gag surprised but then settle into place. Look at thatâŚyou react much better to my fingers than the stick. He keeps pushing deeper, I can go much deeper than usual⌠he mumbled to himself. It almost feels like heâs playing with my throat until he finally pulls them back. I donât like the stick, I gag at just the thought. But you took my finger perfectly, good girl. He smiles and pats my head, what else about anxiety? Itâs gotten harder, he nods along and pushes my gown up. Lay back, I listen and Iâm confused as I keep talking.
He spreads my legs and I gasp covering my cunt with the gown. Iâm your doctor sweetheartâŚI need to see everything. He gently pulls my hands away and lifts the gown again. This could be it, could be what? She looks lonely, he runs his fingers up and down my thighs that are already shaking nervously. Lonely? ButâŚI take care of myself⌠he letâs put a low moan, do you now? Thatâs goodâŚbut looks like she needs something else. I feel his thumb find my clit and I squeal again. One hand holds my thigh while the other rubs my clit.
Yeah this is what she needs, he starts to undo his belt. Doc- easy now, I'm just trying to help you with that anxiety. He taps my cunt, making my hips jolt. Hold your legs back for me, I need to get a better view. He grabs my hands and makes me hold my legs back. He sinks two fingers inside me and I whine, she's gushing. I don't think you've been properly taken care of, I try. He shakes his head as he fingers me, I bite my lip. I bet all you do is abuse that poor clit, are you scared to go deeper? I don't respond as I whimper, I'm your doctor you can trust me.
...I don't think my fingers are enough. I admit weakly, I've tried but it just doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like this? He curls his fingers and I drop my head back, no... Doctor I don't think you should continue that, I could feel myself getting closer. It's fine, this is between us. A doctor and his patient, he lays his hand on my stomach and keeps fingering me until I cum. I let out a small shamed moan as I fall back on the table and drop my legs. This is what your body needs, he runs his hand up and down my stomach almost in a calming manner.
You can let go of all that anxiety like this, but I understand it doesn't work that way when you do it. I feel something running up and down my cunt, I glance at him and gasp. I try to pull away, doctor- before I can even get my words out he's sinking his cock into me. I choke up, he covers my mouth before I can let out a loud cry. He's pushed all the way to the hilt, there's no space between us. Easy now...let your doctor take care of you. He mumbles and starts fucking me slowly. I shake my head as my eyes roll back. I make weak attempts to push him off but I can't. His cock is too distracting, it's turning my brain into mush.
Just give into it, dumb girls that don't think can't have anxiety. He keeps fucking into me, fixing his position only to get a better angle inside me. The exam table clashes against the wall with each thrust. He moans in my ear, you just need someone to touch you. You'll be a good sweetie to the therapist I'm recommending you to, he'll do what I do but frequently. That will keep you at bay, I can't help but cum over his cock. Wow you get tight and soaking wet... He moans but doesn't stop his advances.
A nurse knocks on the door, doctor? In a minute! They never know when to leave me alone with a patient, he grunts. I need to take my sweet time with you girls, you deserve the proper treatment. He throws his head back and cums deep inside my cunt. I don't even think about the consequences as I moan into his gloved hand. He finally lets me go, pulling away panting. Admiring the mess he's made between my thighs, he fixes his pants. That therapist will do you good sweetheart, he rubs my thigh. I'll see you in 3 months to see the progress, the nurse will help you out.
Heâs not sorry, panting against your ear and whining as his hips rock against yours, youâre still half asleep. Still barely registering the sound of his voice filling your ears and his cock stretching your cunt.
Heâs not sorry, but he says he is.
â âM sorry, âm so fuck-ing sorry- Oh fuck, you feel sâood. Gonna, gâna gâna cum. Gââna c-UM.â He sobs into your neck, fingers threading with yours as his hips still, cock nestling against your cervix and balls drawing up as he cums. Itâs so thick and warm, has his mouth opening with a shuddering groan and drool slipping from his mouth to smear across your shoulder and his cheek.
â âM sorry, fuck âm sorry. Youâre dreaming, fuck, youâre dreaming.â He whispers in your ear when you stir just a little, hips still rocking against yours as he coaxes you back to sleep.
Heâs not sorry, he does it every night.
You sleep through it all, simply waking up the next morning aching and sore, greeting him excitedly as he thinks about the cum nestled warmly in your cunt. Thinks about how much he canât wait until you slurp down the dinner heâs given you that has crushed birth control and sleeping pills mixed in so that he can repeat the process all over again.
Thinks about smearing your creamy cunny with more cum as he uses your used slit to clean himself, apologizing for the mess and rubbing his finger over your clit to watch his cum be pushed out by your slick.
Heâs not sorry and he never will be.
He hopes you wake up one of those days, mewling at his cock stretching your little hole and beg him to stop so he can watch the way your mouth gapes and defeat glazes over your eyes as you feel his cum fill your insides, so he can apologize and whisper how much you wanted it, how you were just begging for it, wearing no clothes to sleep like your whore cunt wanted to be filled and raped, and how he needed a release, needed to give in to his temptations, whisper that heâs sorry but you feel so good hugging his cock.
Comfort you as his thrusts resume, rhythm matching that of your sobs as you feel your body rock with the force of his thrusts. Shame overcoming you as you hear the wet schlick sound of your cunny growing wetter at the feeling of his cock raping your cunt. How you whine and cry for him to stop, to pull out this time when he warns you heâs cumming, feels your tears salt his tongue as he licks them from your cheeks when you cum too.
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older brother picking me up after school and pulling into an empty parking lot to make me ride the gear shift of his truck. gripping my hips and maneuvering me so it slides all the way in with every thrust, saying "I know it's big but you can take it, can't you? just like big brother's cock" and watching the bulge in my tummy go up and down
To say things have escalated would be an understatement⌠the things you experience while touching yourself have leeched into your everyday activities as well. When youâre watching TV you feel something hard press into your lap like a head. When youâre sweeping you can hear a faint humming as if someoneâs cleaning with you.
But just because your actions are pure doesnât mean your interactions are.
While washing the dishes you can feel someone press against your back, hard twitching bulge slotting between your asscheeks while you scrub away grime. You find wet patches on your couch cushions, and when you curiously run your fingers through the mess you swear it feels a little too much like cum.
Tonight youâre lounging on said couch, legs spread haphazardly as you watch a movie. The actor on the screen is hot, and every part of your body seems to agrees. It doesnât help you much when that actor is plowing someone on screen. While the sex might be fake, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach isnât. You slide your fingers under your sweats, feeling bold as you touch yourself someplace different than your usual location of choice. You donât even think of the doll in that moment, the only thing you can focus on is the fake exaggerated moaning on screen- and someone doesnât seem to like that much.
You hardly register the dip of the cushion as you sink your fingers into yourself. The scene on the tv has long since moved on, but now youâre whining instead. Your fingers arenât nearly enough. You tug your sweats and underwear off, huffing in frustration as you slip your slick digests back inside. Itâs unsatisfying, you just cant seem to reach that spot inside you. Maybe its the angle or the way youâre laying⌠or maybe it isnât working because you need something so much more. âCome onnn-â you whine to yourself, desperate for any sense of pleasure. But it just isnât working. You tug your fingers out, groaning as you lay back, thighs still twitching, clit still throbbing, pussy still achingly empty.
Itâs like a dream as you feel a light slap on your soft inner thigh, cool and slick against your skin. Everything is light and airy, when you crack open your eyes thereâs no one there. That pressure youâve grown so accustomed to presses down against you now, a grounding weight against your lower belly. Your mind is hazy, your senses heightened, every movement electric, and yet you still couldnât determine whether what was happening to your body was even real. In your mind there was a man above you, no face or distinguishable features, and yet he felt so familiar to you. Like heâs touched you this was before, craving you more than a physical form of being.
Youâre so lost in your own mind you donât register the throbbing tip of something being pushed slowly inside of you. You donât notice till all movement stops. Itâs sudden, like the entire room held its breath in preparation for the next moment. You gasp, body jolting as you feel it- the heavenly drag of a cock like shaft slipping out of you before being quickly fucked back inside. The emptiness that resided there was quickly pushed aside by the girthy shaft splitting you open- pressing against your slick gummy walls in ways your fingers could never.
Youâre so sensitive, mind teetering on the verge of insanity and overstimulation. You were on the brink before, just waiting for something you send you crashing over the edge- and this was that thing. The ghostly cock hits against your cervix with each thrust, cunt squelching around nothing.
You want to grab on to someone, feel their skin beneath your hands as you moan openly, lips parted as pleasure corses through you- but when you lift your arms all you feel is a cool breeze that slips between your fingers. The wight against your tummy is maddening, pressing harder until you can feel the dull ache of your bladder. That quick sting of pain makes your toes curl and your back arch, pussy gushing around the invisible object pumping into you.
The realization wont dawn on you till tomorrow when you wake up sore, inner thighs sticky and pussy oozing something thick and cold.
Male werewolf x reader (female genitalia but gender not explicitly stated)
Summary: You guide a werewolf through his first time having sex. 754 words/3-minute read time.
Tags: NSFW đśď¸, oral (f receiving) đ , p in v đ, knotting đŞ˘, creampie đŚ, mild praise (m receiving) đ, loss of virginity (m), first time
Your werewolf is nervous the first time he takes you, partially because you're a delicate human and he doesn't want to hurt you, but mostly because he has never done any of this before.
You have. So it's up to you to teach him.
You start with how to use his mouth between your legs. "Gentle," you remind him as his clawed thumbs spread your folds open, but he's already moving with the slow reverence of someone handling a fragile and priceless treasure.
His first lick is more tentative than savoring, but soon he's lost himself in the taste of you, digging his tongue into your cunt to get as much as he can before returning his attentions to your sensitive pearl, back and forth, so eager as you praise how lovely he is making you feel.
"That's it, yes! Oh good boy! I'm going to come, I'm coming!" you cry out as your orgasm buries you in an avalanche of pleasure. You're breathing too hard to hear his tail joyfully thumping against the bed as you throb on his tongue.
But a minute or two later, he's a little nervous again as he starts to ease his cock inside you, his eyes darting between your face and your cuntâhe wants to check your reaction, but also watch how something so small can swallow up something so long and thick.
He whines when he gets deep enough for his knot to nestle against your spread lips. "So tight," he whimpers. "Need to..." His hips cant backwards on instinct, pulling his cock out nearly to his head before smoothly burying himself again. "Oh God," he chokes out as you moan, too, at the delicious pressure of being filled.
At first, you direct the rhythm and angle of his thrusts, and he does everything just as you say. "Like this?" he asks.
"Perfect, you're so good," you croon, and he groans at your praise.
It's heady, feeling as if you're in control of someone so powerful, a force of nature that you have subdued to your will. He is at your mercy, his pleasure in your hands.
And yet, it is just as intoxicating to cast away your control once he gains enough confidence to take the upper hand in your lovemaking, moving himself the way he chooses and taking you along with him. It's freeing and exciting knowing you are powerless against a creature like him, and yet trusting him to use his power to please and protect you, never to hurt. His claws press into the flesh of your hips, but never pierce. His fangs scrape over your nipples, but never bite. The way his huge furry form completely envelops you sends a sharp thrill through your blood and a soft warmth of safety into your chest at the same time, driving you toward a staggering second peak.
"My knot!" he gasps as it starts to grow outside you, so close to spilling.
"Lift my hips!" you cry, and he hefts you up, changing the angle to let him get deeper.
He snaps his hips harder, urging his knot to part you, and suddenly the whole thing slips in and immediately swells sharply to lodge itself against the squeezing walls of your cunt. The sudden stretch rips a strangled gasp from your throat at the same time that your werewolf's entire body jerks against you, and he tips his head back to howl as he erupts inside you. Jagged little rocks of his hips punctuate each spurt of his seed, his thick knot rubbing so tight and hot against a pleasure spot within your cunt that it tips you over the edge into your own release.
You ride out your orgasms together in a noisy mix of moans, whimpers, and growls. He drops your thighs to tip forward, catching himself on his arms, but they tremble with the force of the bliss still coursing through him. You push on his chest to urge him to fall to his side. It pulls you with him, of course, the knot on his cock still tying you together, and then you're laying side by side, legs tangled, facing each other.
A smile curves across his muzzle, and his tongue is suddenly all over your face, licking excitedly while he mumbles out thanks and praise. You laugh, and try to lick him back, telling him how well he did, your good boy.
This time you do hear the happy thumps of his tail wagging on the mattress.
~ đşđŠ ~
Based on a request. I realized I had yet to write werewolf x reader, so I had to correct that oversight asap. There's nothing in this that makes it explicitly Regency, but there's nothing in it that makes it not Regency either, so imagine it however you like!
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Thinking about an overly friendly tentacle monster that goes from shyly cuddling; squishy, suction-cupped tentacles wrapping around you giving gentle hugs and kisses. To âaccidentallyâ rubbing your nipples over your shirt while they take your arms and legs, to full on molesting, and then suckling at you over your pants wordlessly begging you to squeeze its cock rapidly swelling in front of your face till suddenly, youâre hot and smothered completely. Legs are being spread wide and your soaked hole is dropping dozens of big eggs like youâre a seasoned-seedbed. Mouth full of tendrils, nipples pumped like theyâre trying to force milk out of them, and the monsterâs giant, weeping, cock rubbing off against your back ready to get you full and bouncing on it for a second time as soon as youâre twitching empty.
Rapid pregnancy threat where it's a built wolf warrior rippling with muscle, and whenever he passes through a village popular advice is to lock away and hide anybody with an empty womb
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
belly bulging as pups grow fast inside him, his tits aching as they suddenly grow to match
Tearing off the locked barn door and fucking every fertile hole inside, leaving men and women bulging at the belly and sprawled all around on their sides or on their hands and knees, moaning ecstatically in pleasure, squeezing their swelling tits or readying to labour
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
Cock no less hard, no less potent, just slicked now with his own spit, as it ploughs into his virgin cunt and readily sows its seed, the boy sobbing as he's filled with fast-growing pups and his little tits begin leaking milk in readiness to feed them
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"That's what you said about anal and I couldn't sit right for three days."
"But this is natural. This is how God intended it."
"Don't bring God into this!"
He's on top of you already, which isn't fair, because his weight on you does something to your decision-making that you've never been able to explain to anyone. His hips are between your thighs. He's pressing right there, with just the thin cotton of your panties between his cock and your soaked pussy, and every time he shifts you can feel the whole length of him drag against you. Your resolve canât take much more.
"I'll pull out," he says. "I swear on my life."
"You swear on your life a whole lot."
"And I'm still here. That has to mean something." He props himself up on one arm, looks you dead in the eyes. Completely serious. "I am discipline personified. You have never met a man with more self-control than me."
"You ate an entire sleeve of Oreos in bed last night."
"Itâs different. That was emotional. This is physical. I am a fortress."
You're laughing now, which is a problem because when you laugh your body loosens up and he can feel that. His hips roll against you and the laugh catches in your throat and becomes something else entirely.
"I just want to feel you," he says, and his voice has dropped now, the joking gone out of it. "For real. Not through some filter. Condoms are like trying to see you with my eyes closed. I want to actually know what you feel like when you're wet for me."
Your breath stutters. Goddammit.
"Just the tip," he says.
"Nobody in the history of the world has ever meant just the tip."
"I mean it."
"You don't."
"I do." He reaches between you and pushes your underwear to the side and you feel the head of his cock slide against you, bare, skin on skin, and your hips buck up before you can stop them.
"See?" His voice is strained. "Just this. I'm not even inside you and you're already begging for it."
He's running the tip through your folds, dragging through the wetness there, nudging your clit on every pass. Your fingers are digging into his shoulders and you can feel every ridge of him, every vein, the heat of him so different without the barrier. You understand in this moment exactly what he was talking about because ... Oh, that's what he feels like.
"Say yes," he murmurs against your neck. "Just for a minute. I'll pull out. I promise."
And you are so tired of fighting something you stopped wanting to fight three minutes ago.
"If you don't pull out I'll kill you."
"I swore on my life, babe."
He pushes in.
The sound you make is obscene. It's involuntary, pulled from somewhere deep in your chest, because the feeling of him bare inside you is so different it doesn't even register as the same act. Every inch of him is vivid. You can feel the way your walls stretch to take him, can feel the heat of his skin against yours with nothing between you. He sinks in slow, achingly slow, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged against your lips.
"Fuck," he says. Just that. Like the word fell out of him.
He starts to move. Slow. Careful. Controlled. The fortress, doing his best. Short strokes, shallow, like he's rationing himself. His arms are braced on either side of your head and his jaw is tight and you can see the effort it's costing him to hold back. Something about that, the visible restraint, the way his whole body is taut with the discipline of not giving in, makes you wetter than any of the actual fucking.
"Okay," he breathes. "Okay. This is fine. I've got this. I'm in control."
He is not in control.
You can feel the exact moment it shifts. His hips snap forward, harder than he meant to, and he buries himself all the way. You both groan, and his hands grab your wrists and pin them above your head. His pace changes. No more shallow strokes. No more careful. He's pulling almost all the way out and driving back in deep and your ankles lock behind his back on instinct.
"Fuck. Baby. Fuck." His voice is wrecked. "You feel so good. You feel so fucking good. I can't think."
"You said you'd pull out."
"I know."
"You~nghh~you promised." Itâs getting hard to talk as he fucks the words out of you.
"I know. I know I did." He's not slowing down. If anything he's going harder, pinning your wrists tighter, his hips slamming into yours with a force that scoots you up the mattress. "I'm going to. I will. Just not yet. Give me one more minute."
The minute passes. He doesn't pull out. You didn't think he would.
His face is buried in your neck and his grip on your wrists has gone vice-tight. You can feel him thickening inside you, getting harder, that telltale throb that means he's close, and he starts apologizing between thrusts.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby, I can't. You feel too good. I tried."
You want to be mad but you can't because heâs so, so deep. So deep that your thoughts dissolve, and every thrust pushes a sound out of you that you can't control. Your legs are shaking. He's everywhere. Inside you, on top of you, his weight pinning you on the bed, his breath hot against your throat.
"I'm gunna cum, baby" he says, and it's not a question anymore. Not a negotiation. "I have to. I'm sorry. Don't kill me."
"You're~ahh~a fucking~~hah~liar."
His hand slides between your bodies and his thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing in fast, tight circles. The combination of that pressure â coupled with the stretch of him bare inside you â is so much that your vision blurs. You can feel it building at the base of your spine like a wave pulling back from the shore.
"Just cum with me, babe" he says. "You know your pussy is too good. You canât blame me..."
You try to argue but his thumb presses your clit harder, and his cock drives in deeper, and then you break. Your walls clamp down on him as you cum. Then you feel it, the moment he lets go too, the hot rush of him spilling inside you in long, heavy ropes. He groans into your neck and his hips stutter and jerk as he empties himself into you.
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Stillness. Both of you panting. Him still inside, receding slowly, the mess of him leaking out around the base of his cock.
He lifts his head. Looks at you. Has the audacity to grin.
"See? That was worth it."
"You are in so much trouble."
"Was it good though?"
You don't answer. Your silence is damning enough.
He kisses your forehead. Stays inside you. Doesn't even have the decency to look sorry about it. You close your eyes. Your body is still buzzing, still clenching around him in lazy aftershocks.
