#fantasy breeding

Or, a fun reversal, an eldritch being so infatuated with a human being it takes a human shape to let the human being dominate and breed them, excited by the novelty of pretending to be weak and submissive when they've been treated as terrifying and powerful all of their ancient and endless life, and then being confused and scared when their new humanoid form starts feeling strange symptoms and growing increasingly round in the middle and they can't change back, or make it stop. But their human is so excited... taking care of them so well... gifting their pretty otherworldly pet a collar and maternity clothes... maybe they like this better than being scary.

You know, I wasn't expecting this to be as delightfully fluffy and sweet as it is. Great job surprising me, anon!

Both scenarios are a lot of fun, but for some reason, the second one is really resonating with me today. The thought of an incredibly powerful eldritch being diminishing themself to undergo such a primal human experience—and unexpectedly liking it—turns the usual trope right on its head. I want to read more of this!

You know, anon... it sounds suspiciously like you went out into those woods with the express purpose of getting knocked up by said werewolf. 😏 Naughty.

No matter how things end up, you'll end up well-fucked and looking forward to carrying a massive belly filled with squirming, active pups. You really can't go wrong.

Welcome back, anon!

You're hitting me with another good one. My mind immediately shot to the "snowed in together" trope; maybe you were on a ski trip or just wanted to take a few days away from reality sometime during the winter, but a snowstorm leaves you stuck and in close proximity. When his rut hits hard thanks to the full moon, and you're the only one around for miles (and dangerously fertile), well... it doesn't take a genius to figure out what happens next.

All of your secret werewolf fantasies and those romance novels/fanfiction stories you've read about being knotted turn out to have nothing on the real thing.

Ooooh, what a good question!

From my perspective, at least, dragons are so magical that there's no way that some magical fuckery wouldn't happen in a hybrid pregnancy like this. I feel like it would all depend on the form the dragon took when they finally give birth—being in a dragon form, I'd expect them to deliver an egg with a dragon-shaped offspring inside, while a human form would deliver a (hefty) human-shaped baby.

Just because they're undead doesn't mean that vampires don't have needs outside of their hunger for blood.  Like their human predecessors, they need shelter, companionship, sex, and a way to reproduce.  And it was a lot more fun to create new vampires the old-fashioned way than by just swapping a little blood.

You'd met a surprisingly polite guy at the bar one night who bought you a drink before asking if you wanted to go out back for a little more.  It probably wasn't the best decision you'd ever made, but you were horny and he was hot, so you didn't see the harm in it.  After finding a quiet corner in the alley behind the bar, he proceeded to fuck you stupid and absolutely blow your mind until you actually lost consciousness. 

It was dark when you awoke in what looked like some medieval bedroom, with stone walls, a huge fireplace, and a grand four-poster bed that could have easily graced the set of any gothic tv show.  Your one night stand was already between your legs giving you a very enthusiastic wake-up call, and your mind was still so fuzzy from sleep that you just pulled him up and spread your legs without a second thought.

It wasn't until later that you realized just how far you now were from the bar where the two of you had met.  That all those hickeys he'd been zealously sucking into your neck had actually been a cover for something else.  That he hadn't been pulling out of your hole, pumping you full of seed every time you'd fucked. 

You should have been mad.  Should have been frightened out of your mind.  But all you had to do was look into his eyes and suddenly all of the negativity fell away.  Why be bothered with thinking about your old life when you could feed your delightful new vampire boyfriend in his spooky castle and let him cram your womb with his babies?

And you know your stomach would be bulged out after such a thorough fucking. The werewolf is massive, and his cock is proportioned appropriately-- that huge, furry body would have no trouble pinning you down as he slammed his oversized length home.

Imagine how far he'd stretch you as he pounded into your hole, the bulge of his arousal visibly moving under your skin with thrust after thrust. The balls that slapped against you would be full of potent werewolf seed, and he's going to pump each and every drop inside of you.

There's no way you'd walking away from this without a litter in your belly.

Oh yeah, you've got my attention.

Imagine a tall, strong half-elf clad in mercenary leathers and bearing an impressive greatsword, a fighter in every single way. He's a poster child for masculinity. This guy gets shit done and is used to being in charge, both in and out of the bedroom.

But the elven bard has other plans for him. He's been on the butt end of one too many of the fighter's bawdy, insensitive jokes, and he's done dealing with his attitude. The bard uses his flute to weave a powerful spell that ensnares the fighter's thoughts and tears down his inhibitions piece by piece, until that big, strong half-elf is begging for his cock, yanking at his own clothes in his haste to be mounted and bred. And when the bard finally sinks inside of him? Yeah, that fighter howls with pleasure, thrusting back to take as much of him as he can, begging for the bard to fuck him into the dirt and come inside of him.

So that's what the bard does.