#dnd monster

"There's no defying fate, little ones. You may try... But the outcome has been decided since the beginning of time itself."

some ohm creature sketches i did a lil while ago

(1) beasts (lower celestials) of the steppe + centaur (1st age? chimaera)

(2) startail and triceratopsid, spacedwellers from sunless worlds

(3) demigryph and hippogryph ideas

(4) carrion-crawler, a primordial slugfish that has largely unchanged since before the living sun known as Xol arrived at Ohm

Referring to this fic

You twirl your hair as you walk through Skeleton Suitor’s living room, looking through all of his ancient looking bookshelves. You two had decided to go to his house this time.

At first, you had invited him over to your place where you could show him movies. And that ended up leading to you showing him how to kiss which… lead to some other stuff. But now here you are in his bachelor pad. At least you think it would be a bachelor pad by his standards anyway.

When you had first gotten to his place, you were embarrassed to admit you were shocked to see a vast and aged manor on a large plot of land that he had owned for a long time. Really, you shouldn’t have been surprised. He was an Eldritch Lich after all, he’s been around forever. And nothing about him really screamed “modern.”

Still, it took you by surprise. Or maybe what really surprised you was the fact that a guy you were dating was actually a home owner and not some deadbeat like the others in the past.

Now you peruse his many books on the countless shelves that fill his home. You wonder how one person can read so many things before you remind yourself that he’s been around a lot longer than you realize.

His eyes are on you now, watching you. Waiting for you to react to his home.

“Read to me?” Is the first thing you ask before you whirl around to face him.

The bone of his jaw drops and you can tell you’ve taken him by surprise. The flames in his eyes flicker with interest though.

“Is that what you wish? Wherever did such a request come from?” He asks, his voice a delicious deep raps that reminds you of just what that tongue in his mouth can do.

You only give him a shy little shrug, reaching out to fiddle around with one of the books on his shelf. Unknowingly picking one of the nastiest toe-curling smut books written in his original Lich language.

“I showed you human culture last time so this time read me something from yours. You like to read, right?” You ask as you hold the book for him to take.

Pleasantly surprised by your request, your Skeleton bf nods in response, smiling as best as he’s able. The two of you naturally fall onto the couch, his hard body spooning you from behind as he holds the book out for you both to see.

Yet it doesn’t take long after he starts reading to realize your mistake. Not only in what book you accidentally chose but also in underestimating how turned on you’d get by the sound of his deep raspy voice.

His voice washes over you like waves crashing along the shore, shooting tingly sparks down your spine. You grow more aware of your surroundings the longer he translates the book into a language you can understand. His chest is pressed right against your back, his voice seeping right into your ear. His lack of breath only makes you squirm more against him.

As the book gets more dirty, one smut scene after the next, arousal courses through you, demanding to be satisfied. By now your panties are completely soaked through and you can’t stop thinking about it no matter how much you try. Not even listening to him reading anymore, your mind so consumed with need.

“Would you like to try this scene? Perhaps it’ll allow you to focus more,” your Skeleton bf suddenly muses, jolting you out of your thoughts.

A deep blush spreads across your cheeks and down your neck and your bf watches it, finding the life force inside you so tempting and arousing. It was a sign of the blood that flows through your veins and there was nothing sexier to him than seeing your life force thrive. It’s obvious both of you are too riled up to focus so you hesitantly nod and watch as your bf’s eyes spark a lustful red.

You lay back down on the couch, watching closely as your bf gently but quickly rids you of your clothes while keeping his on as the scene in the book demanded. He spreads your thick thighs as far as they can go on the narrow couch and stuff himself between them, groaning at the feel of your flesh beneath his palms and the scent of your arousal.

The only warning you get is seeing his long tentacle tongue flick out, wetting his bony mouth, before he dives right in lapping at your drooling cunt and devouring you like a man starved.

You cry out, hips bucking as sparks race through your body and shoot straight down to your clit. The aphrodisiac venom that coats his tentacle tongue works its magic. Your body growing unbearably hot till you writhe against him in your impatience and your mind growing deliciously hazy as you let it take hold.

Luckily his bony fingers are right there to dig into your plush softness and drag you back harder against his mouth as his tentacle explores all your depths, ensuring every single inch of you is covered in his aphrodisiac. It only takes minutes to work before you’re a dripping mess, copious amounts of your slick pushing out with every flutter of your cunt.

And your bf is right there to happily lick it up, which only gives him more to eat. He could stay there, right between your thighs for the rest of his very long life. Living off of nothing but the sweet nectar of your cunt.

“So messy, my sweet. Making such a mess, aren’t you? Worry not, I’ll clean you right up,” he says darkly, his words sounding more like a threat than anything else and you shiver against him.

With a fierce growl his tentacle tongue plunges deep inside you once again, fucking you with his mouth like he’s trying to scoop out your insides and drag them right into his eager mouth.

The aphrodisiac venom has your body pulsing and you can’t hold on any longer as you cum hard, your vision flashing white as you soak your bf’s face till your essence is dripping off his cheeks and chin. He works you through your orgasm, drinking up every drop you offer him, only shifting away hesitantly when you push at his shoulder.

Even though his venom still rolls through you, begging for another release, the overstimulation has you twitching and panting already. Seeing your need for a break, your bf returns to holding you in his embrace, picking his book back up.

“Shall we continue?” He asks and you marvel at him, bewilderment in your gaze.

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