#frightwrite

Your anger was quickly replaced with fear as you called out your boyfriend’s name, a slight tremble in your voice. It was like something out of a horror movie, and you mentally hit yourself for acting in such a cliche way. Calling out into the emptiness of the house was a quick and easy way to get yourself killed if the intruder was still there. Your heart sank at the thought, your eyes scanning the room to find a weapon to defend yourself with. Silently hoping that despite the mess and clear look of a struggle, you were able to find Aiden in one piece.

A long wooden beam from one of the broken dining room chairs was leaned up against the wall. It was basic, but it was a good enough weapon to hit an unsuspecting murderer over the head with. It could buy you some time. You called out Aiden’s name again as you made your way deeper into the house, a new found determination guiding you through the terrifying situation. 

A low rumble coming from the bedroom made you freeze. It didn’t sound human, and for a moment you wondered if whatever trashed Aiden’s place was one of the animals from the woods nearby. Your mind settled on it being a bear and you decided to try to be as quiet as possible from that point on. The grip you had on your makeshift weapon tightened as you took another step forward. As if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you, the floorboard creaked underneath your foot. You only had time to let out a brief curse before a heavy object flew into you, slamming you onto the floor. The air was pushed out of your lungs and your vision was blurred as your head spun. A low rumbling sound was heard above you after the ringing in your ears stopped and you blinked up at the black mass above you in confusion. Sitting on your body was a giant wolf like being. His beady eyes peered down at you as he let out a low growl. You stilled, your blood running cold as your heart hammered against your chest. 

The furry beast above you kept snarling, his sharp teeth bared and visible in the low lighting. He leaned down and you squeezed your eyes shut as his wet nose pressed against your neck. This was it, you were going to die at the hands of a rabid wolf monster and the last thoughts you had of your boyfriend were him cheating on you. You gave a silent apology to Aiden, waiting for you to befall the same unfortunate fate he had. Only, nothing happened. There was another brief pause until you felt something rough and wet against your neck. You shuddered at the feeling before reopening your eyes. The monster above you stared down at you, his ears now pressed flat against his head as he seemed to want to shrink into himself. 

A strange sound between a whimper and a howl left his jaw as he moved his large body off of you, giving you a moment to catch your breath and sit up. You gave the creature a curious look as the wolf creature said your name. Your eyes widened and you pushed away from the beast to bring distance between the two of you. 

“Why are you here?” He snarled. 

“I’m sorry? I don’t, um—” You tried speaking, feeling your voice get caught in your throat. He let out a low grumble. 

“It’s Aiden.”

You blinked. 

The werewolf in front of you watched as you stared at him, squinting your eyes as you assessed him and his demeanor. He remained unmoving, yet his heavy breathing was still filling in for the silence. The realization came across your face as you inched closer to him, staring into his familiar eyes. 

“Who…what happened to you?” Your voice quivered, a small amount of fear flashed on your face as he let out another snarl. Aiden seemed to struggle internally with himself,  his wolfish face turning away from you to avoid both your gaze and your scent. He moved to create space between the both of you again, his hulking form crouched on his hind legs as his beady eyes watched you intently from a safe distance. 

“Lycanthropy.” His voice was low as he spoke again, yet there was a hint of shame behind it as he shook his head. “You weren’t supposed to see me like this, ever. Especially tonight.”

You let what he said register in your mind before asking, “What’s so special about tonight?”

A low growl, this time his gaze turned to you briefly. “Heat cycle.”

Oh.

Your face got heated with embarrassment as you readjusted yourself. The only reason your boyfriend was avoiding you was because it was his werewolf breeding season thing and not because he was cheating on you. Which, when you put it that way, caused your heart to leap. You and Aiden weren’t virgins, having both already had sex with each other multiple times. You knew his body well. The little scars on his hands from various paper cuts, the mole just above his v-line, the little freckles on his torso. 

The large fuzzy body of Aiden now was new. Different…unexplored. His heated gaze watched as you stood up and closed the distance between the both of you. He backed away from you until his back hit against the hallway’s wall. His clawed hand shot up in front of him as the other went to cover his muzzle. 

“Don’t.” He growled, causing you to pause in your tracks. “Don’t you come any closer. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

You paused in your approach, the panic-stricken look only motivating you to alleviate his worries. Without another word, your hands reached up to unbutton the blouse you wore, tossing the shirt to the side. You could hear Aiden’s breath hitch at the sight of your bare chest, quickly taking notice how you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. You were in a hurry to leave your house and taking the extra time to put on a bra seemed tedious at that moment.

You approached Aiden who was captivated by your presence. His eyes staring hungrily at your curvy frame. He had seen you naked many times, but his senses seemed heightened. He was more affected by you and it took everything within him not to pounce on you right then and there. You slotted yourself between his legs, hands reaching up to caress the sides of his furry face. There was a low rumble that came from within him as you assumed you were managing to break through the wall he had put up. Your lips curved into a sweet smile, leaning closer so your chest pressed up against his. You shuddered at the feeling of your breasts rubbing against his fur, your nipples hardening at the contact. You lifted your chin up and stood on your toes, your lips brushed against the tip of his muzzle. 

“I want to help you, Aiden.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke. You watched excitedly as he growled down at you, before picking you up as though you weighed nothing. He spent no time taking you into his bedroom, the room looking a little worse for wear. This room looked the worst out of the others and as he walked towards his bed, you noticed a few of the panties you would leave at his place scattered across the floor. You could only imagine what he was using those for. He threw you onto the bed and you didn’t have a chance to register your train of thought before he towered over you.

“You…have no idea what you’re asking me to do to you.” His large hands pinned yours onto the mattress, his voice a low rumble as he spoke to you. The tone he had sounded feral, the low growl causing you to feel butterflies in your stomach. He leaned down, licking your neck and biting your shoulder to mark you. You yelped as you could feel small trickles of blood leak down your shoulder. The feeling of his teeth on you made you rub your thighs together in anticipation and you could already feel yourself throbbing with need. 

His focus went to your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick the valley between them before his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. His attention to your breasts had you squirming from his touch, moaning out his name just from how he sucked on your nipples. His tongue then went lower down your chest and past your stomach. He licked and left occasional love bites along the way, marking up your body more. He stopped when his muzzle brushed against your jeans, a low guttural sound came from his throat as he pressed his nose to your clothed cunt. He inhaled your scent, the smell intoxicating him causing him to pant. His hips rut against the bedsheets, desperate to feel some type of friction on his hardened cock. 

Your own arousal was obvious when he peered up at you with his wolfish eyes. The predatory gaze he had on you made a shudder crawl up your spine. He was holding back, waiting. He desperately needed your approval before he could continue and he was still weary about hurting you by mistake. You clicked your tongue, lifting your hips up in a feeble attempt to rub against his muzzle. 

“Please, Aiden,” You begged. “Just fuck me already.”

That was the last restraint you finally snapped off of him and he instantly tore off your jeans. You gasped, frowning at the sight of your favorite pair of jeans being torn to shreds but quickly forgot about them as soon as the werewolf kneeling in front of you began to ravage your cunt with his tongue. 

“You taste…so good...so sweet.” You could hear his muffled growls and groans as he ate you out. It was sloppy, and you were making a mess of him as you got closer to the edge. His claws dug into your plump thighs, pushing them together so your legs rested over his shoulders squeezing his head between them. His tongue flicked over your clit, the feeling making you cry out his name again. Your thighs clenched around him as you came, your back arching slightly off the bed as you shook from your orgasm. 

You tried to catch your breath as Aiden kept licking and slurping up your juices. When he finally pulled away from you, you could see in the dim lighting his cock was erect. You let out a quiet gasp when you saw how big he was, much bigger than the previous times you had sex with him. A dark chuckle came from Aiden as he climbed onto the bed to peer down at you. His arms were on either side of your body, his large form caging you against the mattress.

“Scared? I’m much bigger than before…” His cock rested against your stomach, and seeing just how far it would stretch into you caused your cunt to clench around nothing. You were desperate for him to breed you, to bury his cock into you and fuck you until you passed out. Aiden lifted you suddenly and flipped you over onto your stomach, pushing you into the mattress as he rubbed his cock against your slick entrance. He was panting heavily above you and you kept a firm grip on the bed sheets to brace yourself for when he entered you. 

“Gonna fill you up…” He growled, slowly pushing his cock into your entrance. You could feel your pussy stretching around his girth, already trying to adjust to his large size. Despite how desperate Aiden was to breed you, he still slowly sheathed his cock into you until he couldn’t fit himself inside you anymore. He waited just a moment, taking it as a silent approval when you switched your grip on the bed sheets to hold onto his wrist. He slowly pulled himself out of you before slamming back into you. 

You cried out at the sudden change in speed as Aiden lost any part of him that was hesitant. Now all that was left was this beast that had one animalistic desire to fuck you into the mattress. His pace quickened, growling at the site of his cock plunging into you. He didn’t stop the quick pace he was going at, his balls slapping against your clit every time he rutted against you. The tip of his dick briefly touched your cervix and you could help but try to rock your hips back into him just to replicate the same feeling again. 

You were a mess, tears streaming down your face as your lips opened to let out nothing but a slur of moans and Aiden’s name. Aiden roared above you, his claws tearing into the mattress as he clenched his hands into the bedding. The wet claps filled the room along with your pleas to be filled, the sound only urging Aiden to pound into you more. “So pretty for me…I’m not stopping…want to cum…fill you up….so bad.” 

You weren’t sure if that was Aiden speaking to you or the beast within him, either way his words only urged you to desperately beg for his cum. You were reaching another climax again, your pussy clenching tightly around Aiden’s cock as he thrust into you a few more times before coming to a halt. You could feel him enter deep inside you, his hot cum filling your needy pussy as he lifted his head to let out a wolfish howl. You could feel his knot pressing into you, plugging your hole so not a drop of his cum would leak out of you. He didn’t want any of it going to waste. He panted above you, and you felt lightheaded. You both tried to regain your breath, your sweaty body pressed into the mattress as Aiden kept you pinned down.  

It wasn’t long before Aiden’s knot calmed down enough for him to pull out of you as he flipped you over onto your back. You were spent, breathing heavily and still trying to come down from your high before Aiden’s erect cock entered your ravished hole again. He pinned your arms to the bed, leaning down and licking at the bite marks he had left on your breast. You let out a soft whimper, already anticipating the long breeding session he was about to put you through.

“We’re not done,” He growled your name, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he left another bite onto your collarbone. “I’m breeding you until your tummy swells with my pups.”

“Excuse me,” His voice was hoarse as he spoke, “I heard you may have something for this.” He moved his arm away from his abdomen, revealing the deep gash just under the right side of his ribs.

A sickening feeling filled the pit of your stomach when you saw the wound. Blood oozed out of it, dripping onto your floor. You have seen many wounds during your time as the local alchemist, all of which have always made you feel squeamish. You hated the sight of blood. But this put all the other injuries to shame. 

“You’ll need a lot more than just one potion,” Motioning for him to follow you, you lead him to a side room in the store. You usually keep the extra potions in this room and a makeshift sink for your own personal needs. He seated himself on the small cot, glancing around the small room. You assumed he was looking at the various potions and enchantment scrolls sitting about that you had yet to tidy up.

“You’re a witch?” He managed to croak out while you walked over to assess his wound. You chuckled, moving away from the orc to search around the shelves for the ingredients you needed.

“I prefer the term alchemist,” You returned near him, with some herbal remedies along with a mixing bowl. You sat in silence as you crushed and ground the herbs, mixing some of them with a few drops from a potion bottle until it formed a sticky green paste. You scooped up a good amount of the paste on your fingers and turned to your patient. His dark eyes had been watching every move you’d make very intently. 

“I’m assuming that isn’t going to kill me,” He groaned and gave the paste in your cautious glance.

A playful chuckle resounded from your lips as you began to dab the ointment around his wound. “If I had wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now.” 

His face scrunched up in disdain as he let out a hiss from the sudden stinging sensation. You mumbled a quick apology as you continued your work. You had never had an orc as a customer before. Your usuals mostly consisted of human mercenaries and the occasional elven mage. Orcs were rarer in your parts. They kept to themselves in their strongholds and only ever left if it meant there was a blacksmithing or mercenary job for them in one of the major cities.

Taking the bandaids, you began to wrap the cloth around his abdomen, making sure it was tight enough. You stood back, admiring your handiwork with a satisfied hum. “The sealant will work on its own, no need for stitches or bloody needles.” 

“That’s it? No magic words or shiny spells,” The orc sat up to stretch out his arms, giving you a full view of his chiseled features. You blushed and scolded yourself. You shouldn’t be ogling over your new customer.

“I told you I’m an alchemist. If you wanted magic you could’ve asked one of the mages at the college.” You huffed gathering your items together. “You’re better suited for the road now. I won’t charge you anything since this was an emergency. Think of it as my good deed for the day.”

You walked back towards the front of the store, the orc following right behind you. He stopped in front of your desk, eyeing you closely while you scribbled some notes down on parchment paper. For a while you decided to ignore him, going about your business and shuffling around the front desk. But the longer you worked, the longer he stood there in awkward silence.

You paused to glance up at him, a brow raised in confusion. He smiled, shook his head, and said his goodbyes before leaving your store without another word. It was an odd way to end your encounter, but you shrugged it off. The next couple of days went by as usual. You sold some healing potions to a traveling mercenary and sold some ring enchantments to the local blacksmith. The third day was when the orc returned, this time his wounds had healed and only a faint scar remained. Which you had to admit seemed to suit him.

“Hello, Ms. Witch.” He greeted as he walked towards your counter, placing down a neatly folded blanket made of fur that was much larger than anything else you owned.

You rolled your eyes playfully at the new nickname he chose for you and reached out to touch the pelt. Your fingers brushing over the incredibly soft material.

“Woah, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this soft.” You said in awe. “Is this for me?” You turned your attention to the orc who quickly nodded.

“It’s a gift for patching me up.” He nervously turned away from you and you could have sworn you saw a faint blush appear on his cheeks. “I thought since winter was approaching you might appreciate this.”

“I do, thank you.” You took the blanket and quickly went in the back to place it on a chair. You returned to the front counter with a small stove and a teapot that usually acted as your tiny, yet portable kitchen. You gathered some simple herbs around your counter’s cabinet to make some tea for your guest. 

You poured water into the pot, clicking the stove on to boil the water. As you created a mixture of chamomile and lavender, you briefly looked over Gurak’s wound. “How are you feeling? Did the wound heal up alright?”

Gurak nodded. “Yes, the wound is fine. It felt like my skin was being burnt off. Thought you really did intend to kill me but it stopped after a few days and I ended up with this scar.”

You snorted at his little jest and began to place the herbal mixture into the boiling water. You leaned over the counter to get a better look at the orc’s scar, humming in thought before leaning back. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you end up with such a nasty wound?”

“I wouldn’t want to bore you.” Gurak chuckled. He watched as you turned off the stove and placed two teacups in front of you. “I’m sure you’ve had more interesting patrons.”

You poured some tea into two cups, handing one to Gurak before blowing gently on your own. “I doubt I have. So far you’re the only customer that’s piqued my interest.”

“Well, aren’t I lucky? I suppose I could tell you my story.” The orc laughed to himself once more, swirling the contents of his teacup which was dwarfed by his large hand. “Unlike most orcs, I don’t belong to a stronghold. I work as a mercenary of sorts, I go where I am needed. Not many of my kind are in my line of business. Would much rather prefer to deal with our own kind. I left to find a better use for my skills, so I offered my services. I got hired for simple tasks, retrieving lost items, pest control, hired muscle for caravans. That sort of thing. Recently, I was hired to retrieve a man’s sword out of a bandit camp. Family heirloom. I’m sure you could tell how well that job went.” 

You listened intently as he spoke, only breaking eye contact every now and then to sip your tea. “I’m impressed. You managed to take on a group of bandits and only left with that gash in your stomach. I wouldn’t want to see what you did to them in return!”

Gurak beamed at your words which appeared to boost his ego. “I am honored you think so.” 

The bell on your front door rang causing you to flinch and turn your gaze away from Gurak’s. You weren’t even aware you had been staring at him. A dark elf stood in the doorway, your old friend Lilith. Her blood-red gaze shifted from Gurak to you, and a smirk slowly appeared on her face in realization.

“Am I interrupting something?” She inquired.

You quickly shook your head, setting your teacup down on the counter. Gurak did the same, giving you a wave before excusing himself. 

“Is it alright if I return?” He asked.

“Of course. I’ll be here.” You waved him off and you were left with your elven companion. You decided to busy yourself with cleaning up your tea set, avoiding eye contact with Lilith. You could feel her eyes burning into your back as you moved around your counter. After a while, you sighed and decided to humor her a little. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” She sang in an overly sweet tone. “Just never took you to be the type to fall for an orc. I always thought you’d end up with a tiefling, especially with that one kink of yours.”

You almost dropped the teacup you had been holding as she spoke. You spun on your heels to confront her. “I didn’t fall for anyone!”

Lilith grinned, the expression silently mocking you as she played with one of your many display jars. “Sure, sure. Believe what you want. But I can tell when love is blooming and there’s something between the two of you.” 

You snatched the jar from her, placing it on the opposite side of the counter. “I’m done talking about it. Now are you going to buy something, or did you just come here to annoy me?”

The elf rolled her eyes before going off to browse around your store for the item she had originally come to purchase. After she left with a few more words of encouragement, you were alone and decided to close the shop earlier since it seemed like no one else was going to show up. 

You saw Gurak the next morning. His face lit up when he saw you behind the counter in your usual spot. Your friend’s words went through your mind and you couldn’t help but feel elated at how happy the orc was to see you. 

“Gurak! I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.” You smiled at the orc as he walked up and leaned against your counter giving you a good view of his strong arms. 

“Well, I couldn’t leave my favorite witch alone today.”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks from his comment and also the fact he must’ve picked up on you staring at him. You tried to focus on the potions you were sorting, trying to keep your mind off of the handsome orc in front of you and on the labels of each bottle. Gurak reached over the counter, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, which didn’t help your already flustered state. 

“I came to see if you needed any help around the shop today?” He asked. You took a moment to think it through, wondering what exactly an orc mercenary could do for your little potion shop. 

“Hm, nothing in particular…” You started, before seeing the eager look on his face slowly die down causing you to feel guilty at being the cause of that. “But, I think there were some shelves you could help me tighten down?”

Gurak perked up at your suggestion and he grinned, nodding excitedly. He quickly got to work once you helped him find the toolbox you kept in the back of the store. He started by assessing all the wooden shelves in your store before also taking into account the wooden display tables you have, which had seen better days. Despite you telling the large orc he didn’t have to worry about the tables he insisted, and if there’s something you recall about orcs is their stubbornness when it came to things they had their mindset on.

You went back to casually taking inventory of your potions, reading the labels, and marking them off of your checklist while also writing down ones that needed to be refilled. Every now and then you’d glance over at Gurak, watching as his eyes were fixated on the shelves he reworked. Or the way his hard muscles flexed with each movement he made, especially since the tight gray cotton shirt he was wearing instead of his usual leather armor showed the more defined tones of his abs. 

“Enjoying the view, Ms. Witch?” 

You flinched as Gurak’s voice snapped you out of your daydream, causing you to almost drop the frail glass bottle you held in your hand. After letting out a sigh of relief, you shot Gurak an accusatory look.

“You shouldn’t startle people like that you’ll give them a heart attack.” You scold.

Gurak gave you a sheepish grin as he approached your counter and leaned against it. He mimicked what he had done last time, brushing a strand of hair and delicately placing it behind your ear. 

The large orc chuckled as your face heated up again. “You seemed distracted, I thought it would be cute to tease you.”

“Is that why you show up to the shop so much? To tease me?” You instinctively leaned into his touch, reaching up to caress the hand against your cheek, quickly taking notice of how much larger Gurak’s hand was compared to your own. 

His expression softened as he brought his face closer to yours, his gaze briefly glancing down at your lips.

“Have you not noticed?” He muttered. You lifted a brow at his question, silently urging him to continue. “I have been trying to court you since I first met you. I thought I was being forward about it.”

You stared at him with wide eyes at the realization as you thought back to the little gestures of kindness or the lingering stares you and Gurak had shared. With the way he acted, you always thought he was just being overly friendly, but that wouldn’t explain the little moments between the both of you. 

“I wish you had told me sooner.” You let out a laugh, your hands finding their way to caress Gurak’s face. “If I had known I would’ve kissed you by now.”

The look on Gurak’s face turned to one of complete adoration as he relished the warmth from your hands against his cheeks. He turned to press a kiss against the palm of your hand, his gaze focused on the way you stared at him longingly. He brushed his lips against your wrist, pressing a gentle kiss into the palm of your hand before he caught himself. He stared into your eyes expectedly, waiting to see if you would push him away. You gave him a reassuring smile, making your way around the counter over to where he stood.

You jumped up, hoisting yourself against him by wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms instinctively went up to support you as he lifted you by your waist. Placing both hands on his cheeks, you pulled him into a kiss feeling the way he tensed up in surprise before relaxing. Gurak turned and sat you on the countertop deepening the kiss while you ran your hands through his hair, accidentally pulling on one of his braids. A deep moan rumbled from Gurak before he pulled away from the passionate kiss.

He chuckled, caressing your cheek while his large thumb brushed over your kiss-swollen lips. “Eager aren’t we, Miss witch?”

Letting out a pleased hum in response, you placed a chaste kiss against his thumb before gesturing toward the front door. “Lock up the front and meet me in the back.” 

Gurak perked up instantly at your instruction as he placed you back onto the floor. He swiftly got to work on closing the store for the day. You sauntered to the back, quickly moving potion bottles and ingredients away to make more space for the large orc. You started to undress, untying the woven knots that kept your work apron in place. Gurak entered the backroom just as you untied the last knot. You grinned, leaning back on the cot as you outstretched your arms to him. The cotton work shirt slides down to the crevices of your arms, showing just enough of your bare breasts to cause Gurak’s breath to hitch. You chuckled at his reaction, finally allowing the simple garment to fall onto the floor with a soft thud. 

“Are you going to keep me waiting longer, Gurak?” You called out to the orc, causing him to snap out of his daze.

He made quick work of his own shirt, tossing it somewhere alongside your discarded clothes. You finally got a full view of his well-built torso, every roll and chiseled perfection of his muscles reminding you of the near-perfect statues outside the mage tower. 

“Like what you see, Ms.Witch?” He asked, lifting a brow in mocking curiosity.

You were about to retaliate until Gurak’s arms pinned you against the cot. “Oh, impatient aren’t we?”

He chuckled as he leaned down to press firm kisses against your neck, his tusks adding a little more pressure. “You have no idea.” 

You grind your hips in an upwards motion, feeling the growing tent in his pants as he let out a deep groan. He wasted no time peppering kisses down your neck to your collarbone, into the valley of your breasts, and then taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He nipped and sucked on the sensitive nipple, using his free hand to fondle your other breast. His hand was large and calloused, easily engulfing your breast in his palm. Your hands wandered to the back of his head, your fingers tangling themselves in his dark braids as you let out quiet, breathy moans. He slowly traverses down your body, stopping at your thighs.

The teasing smile he gave you caused your cheeks to heat up as you wordlessly spread your legs for him. He hummed, pleased at the site of your arousal. His thumb rolled gentle circles into your clit, making you arch your back off of the cot slightly. Your moans encouraged him to use his free hand to trace your entrance, gathering the slick that was already starting to leak from you. He teased your sensitive folds, replacing his thumb with his tongue as he sucked your aching clit. His large finger slipped between your folds, causing you to let out a string of gasps and moans. His finger already felt like it filled out your cunt and you could only imagine how much bigger his cock would be.

He curled the finger inside of you, brushing up against the spot that caused you to roll your hips in an attempt to feel more of him. Gurak’s pleased moans sent pulses of pleasure into your clit, the sensation causing the knot in your stomach to tighten. You chanted his name over and over as you finally reached your climax, your hands tangled in his hair, grasping at the braids as you shivered from your orgasm. The finger that was inside you was replaced with his tongue as he licked up your juices, humming in contentment as the taste of you coated his tongue. Gurak pulled away, licking his lips as he gazed down at your limp form.

“Have I tired you out already?” He teased, earning him a tired scoff from you. His arousal was prominent now, his cock causing a very noticeable tent. You brought yourself up from your resting position, using your elbows to prop yourself as you tilted your head. You chuckled, spreading your legs open again fully on display for Gurak to see. The predatory look in his eyes sent an excited chill up your spine, yet you still managed to smirk up at him. 

“Hmm, I don’t know, I think I still got a little in me.” You answered back sweetly. His hands firmly held the sides of your hips, pulling you closer to him while he worked his cock out of his pants. He could easily manhandle you if he wanted to, but even with how impatient he was now Gurak still tried his best to have some restraint when handling you.

His erection was finally freed from its confines, and his large cock rested against your inner thigh as he positioned himself at your entrance. His thumb wandered down to rub your slick, his brows furrowing in worry. 

You leaned forward to pat his forearm. “Hey, you okay?”

“I might be too big for you.” Gurak’s gaze switched to you as a sheepish grin appeared on his face. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“I know you won’t, I trust you.” You shook your head, gyrating your hips to lightly grind against his cock. “Besides, I can take it.”

He sighed blissfully, gently leading you to lay back down as the head of his dick rubbed against your slit. He slowly pushed in, stretching you full as his cock buried itself deep in you. He waited a moment, experimentally pulling out just a little then slowly pushing back into you. He kept this slow pace up for a moment, grunting at the way your walls squeezed him. 

You moaned, rolling your hips impatiently. “More….keep going.”

He chuckled, his hand fondling your cheek lovingly before he switched his movements. His hips pulled away from you leaving only the tip of his cock in you. He suddenly thrust into you, causing a pleasure-filled cry to escape your lips. Gurak kept thrusting at a fast pace, intertwining your fingers with one of his hands while the other had his thumb brushing against your lips. You opened your mouth, sucking on the finger while his cock relentlessly slammed into you.

“Mmm, look at you, taking me so well.” Gurak’s voice was wavering, his sentences being cut short every now and then by his own grunts and moans. He rolled his hips a certain way, his cock brushing against a very sensitive spot.

You let out another cry, trying your best to speak. “R-right there…Gurak, please don’t stop..!”

“Shhh. I know, beautiful, I know.” He cooed, rubbing your cheek as the tears spilled from your eyes due to the pleasure. His pace quickened again due to your request, his dick hitting you in jus the right spot. Your back arched off of the bed as the knot in your stomach snapped once more. Your orgasm caused you to shake, your walls clenching around the thick cock still thrusting into you. 

Gurak’s pace became more sloppy as he moved both his hands to grip your waist. He pushed into you one last time before he came, his cum shooting deep into you. Some of it gushing out as he finally pulled out of you with a tired sigh. You were panting heavily while Gurak stared down at you. He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead as you tried to regain your strength. You felt a shift in the cot as he got up, moving around the small room before you felt his presence near you again. A warm cloth could be felt between your legs as he carefully cleaned you up, tossing the dirty rag onto the floor while he handed you the cup of water.

“Here, don’t strain yourself, love.” He muttered, helping you drink from the cup.

Gurak finally laid next to you after gently resting you against his chest. A satisfied hum came from you as he rubbed circles into your back. You started to giggle after a while, burying your face into his burly chest.

“What?” The sound of the orc’s confusion only caused your giggling fit to increase. 

“I still can’t believe you thought I’d pick up on your Orcish customs. Usually us humans just ask each other out for lunch and go on from there.” 

He snorted, playing with a strand of your hair. “Well Ms.Witch, despite my slip up you’ve still earned yourself a mate. Congratulations.”

You let out a loud laugh at his sarcasm, leaning up to press a loving kiss onto his lips. The way he looked at you was enough to make your heart skip a beat. “Lucky me.”

You currently waited in your room, sat on the bed surrounded by a mass of satin sheets. You had switched out of your casual wear, opting for one of the many comfortable draped robes the bathhouse had on hand. Your upper arms and wrists were adorned in gold bracelets. A golden embroidered choker with rubies attached to it sat on your neck. You looked divine, like a myth straight out of a Greek legend. This wasn’t a part of the list of kinks you had tucked away, it was just something to set the mood. 

You had requested for a bowl of fruits to be brought to the room, which now sat on the bedside counter. Another bowl sat next to it, carrying small pink candies that had the main component of your night with the minotaur. His list mentioned being into sex while high, something you had yet to experiment with. It wasn’t hard to get what you needed, all you had to do was ask the swamp monster that ran the pharmaceutical part of the bathhouse for a few drugs that would benefit what you were looking for. 

He had given you a small back filled with candies shaped like konpeitō candy, except laced with a drug simply known as ‘Myth’. It didn’t act as an aphrodisiac, the main purpose of the drug was meant to give both humans and monsters a more euphoric feel making them more sensitive to their environment. You reached over and ripped open the packet, dropping the candies into their small bowl. As you sat back against the many pillows the door to your room had a soft knock coming from it. 

“Come in.” You called out, smoothing out your robes and sitting up in a way that made you seem a little more alluring.

The door opened and in walked the largest minotaur you had ever seen. He wore a simple flannel and a pair of worn blue jeans. A large golden nose ring was attached between his nostrils. He had a dangling gold earring on one ear, dark brown fur covered the entirety of his body and his long horns stuck out on either side of his head. Carrus gave you a hesitant wave as he set his bags off to the side near the door. He seemed sweet, his demeanor being that of someone that wasn’t used to this sort of thing. As he stood back up, he stayed frozen in his spot, looking around the room and taking in how you set up the place. The lighting was minimal, creating a dim atmosphere but still light enough that you could see everything. 

“Well, aren’t you going to come sit with me?” You requested, patting the empty spot next to you. You watched as Carrus let out a small sound of surprise, walking over to you while fumbling with unbuttoning his shirt. You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head. You stood up to meet him halfway, holding his hands and gently removing them from the button he was currently working on. He managed to expose just a bit of his fur covered chest before you had come over to stop him. 

“We don’t have to start right away.” You gave him a reassuring smile at the confused look he gave you. You pulled on his arm, leading him back towards the bed. “Come on, sit. Unwind a little. There shouldn’t be any pressure with this.”

Carrus sat next to you, the bed’s mattress sinking a little with his weight. His hands sat in his lap clasped together as he let out a heavy huff through his nose. You took your seat next to him, picking up the bowl of mixed fruits and sitting it on your lap. You took one of the pomegranate halves, holding it up to him so he could suck out some of the seeds from the sweet fruit. Carrus hesitated a moment, before leaning forward slightly and taking a bite. You let out a pleased hum, placing the fruits back onto the bedside table and licking some of the juices off of your hand. He watched your mouth as your tongue darted out to lap up the residue left behind by the pomegranate.

“So, Carrus.” His eyes snapped back to your face as you addressed him, smiling sweetly at his reaction. “Tell me a little about yourself? What brings you into the city.”

He let out another brief huff. “My family owns a farm not too far from here. They handle dairy mostly. Milk, cheeses, creams…” Carrus trailed off as he watched you grab a few of the konpeitō shaped candy. You moved to seat yourself in his lap, straddling the bull. He stuttered for a moment, only pausing when he saw you tilt your head in mock confusion. 

“Mhm, you work on a farm? I’m sure the air over there is much nicer than here. Why the sudden change of scenery?”

“We don’t have much in terms of uh…monster essence extraction sites…” He averted his gaze as you giggled. The way he said it sounded very scientifical almost like it was a dirty word. 

“So you came here for ‘sightseeing’, that’s nice.” You hummed in response, popping two of the candies into your mouth. Your free hands gently turned his gaze back onto you. You held up the candies so he could see the bright pink colored drugs. “On your list you mentioned fucking while high, yea?” 

He nodded, his gaze going half lidded as he stared down at you. 

“Well…I got my hands on some Myth, thought you’d like to try it out…give you a true Wisteria welcome with it.” You placed both of the remaining candies into your mouth, leaning forward to pull the hulking minotaur into a heated kiss.

Your lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip into his mouth as you slid the candies against his tongue. The slightly bitter taste of the candy against your tongues was intoxicating. You begin to slowly roll your hips against his growing erection and Carrus groans deeply into your mouth. He pulled his head back, a string of saliva connected on his large tongue and yours. His large hands gripped your hips, an animalistic grunt leaving his flared nostrils as he pressed his clothed cock against your heat. The tent in his jeans were noticeable and just by grinding against the strain in his pants you could feel just how much bigger he was. You placed your smaller hands on his wrist, using it as leverage as you kept up the momentum. The both of you kept the friction between you going, the effects of the fast acting drugs starting to take over your consciousness.

You felt hazy, heavy almost. Your heart rate was starting to pick up and your breathing became ragged. Carrus was beginning to feel the effects of the drug too, his breathing was heavy, roughly grinding you against his cock which was eager to escape the restriction of his pants. Your hands wandered down his torso, unbuttoning the rest of his flannel and running your hands through his fur covered chest. Carrus let out another low groan, holding your smaller wrists as he flipped you both. To your surprise, Carrus’s meek personality had vanished, now being replaced with a side of him that you were not expecting from the shy minotaur.

His beady eyes remained on yours as he finally unbuckled his pants, revealing his thick cock. The flared head dripped an excessive amount of precum, the girth of his cock intimidating you a bit. Carrus noticed your hesitation, a flash of worry coming over his face. 

“If…if it’s too much we can stop?” He slowly began to back away from you before you held onto his forearm, shaking your head.

“No, no it’s okay!” You brought his large hand to your face, the drug making you desperate for his touch. Any kind of touch. “I can handle it.” 

He shook his head, beginning to slowly undress you, taking every chance he could to feel your bare skin. “I have another idea. If you’d let me?”

You nodded, not caring about how he took you as long as his hands were touching you where you needed him most you could care less. Carrus lifted you suddenly, positioned himself on his back with you on top of him. He had flipped you around, your lower body being closer to his muzzle. You drew in a breath as his dick brushed against your lips. At the very subtle touch, Carrus’s chest rumbled with a low groan. 

He wasted no time pressing his rough tongue against your head. With the drugs still in your system just the little kitten licks Carrus pressed against your most sensitive areas made your head spiral. You let out a sound of pure ecstasy as you pushed your hips closer to his eager mouth, begging for more. Your hands wrapped themselves around his dick, pumping your hands at a slow pace. You gently sucked on his large head, hollowing out your cheeks as you soon attempted to take more of him in your mouth. Carrus’s moans were muffled as you licked and sucked at your heat. Your legs were propped up against his horns, spreading yourself more and giving him access to every part of you. 

The knot in your stomach tightened as the sensation got more intense. You moaned against his dick as you came, still eager to bring Carrus over the edge too as you jerked him with your hands while bobbing your head up and down his large cock. The minotaur rested his head back against the futons, a loud moan came from him as he erupted into your mouth. You did your best to swallow most of his cum, some of his seeds leaking out from the corner of your mouth. You finally pulled away, taking in heavy breaths as Carrus lifted you up again and gently placed you onto the empty space next to him.

He laid at his side, brushing a few strands of your sweaty hair out of your face as you both now felt spent. The drugs were still in your system, though the euphoric orgasm you just had made you exhausted. The little candies caused you to have the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Carrus caressed your face, a welcoming gesture that had you humming in delight. “How was it?” 

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” You chuckled, before moving to stretch your arms above your head. You reached over to press a kiss onto his cheek, before leaning over the edge of the bed. On the side of every bed was an attached vial to indicate how much of a monster’s essence the workers had accumulated. Moans of pleasure were usually a very powerful element when sourced from monsters due to their capability of possessing a mana trait. Something many humans lacked without rigorous studying. 

You tapped the dial gently, keeping track of the number in your mind. Satisfied with the outcome, you laid back on the bed and against the hulking minotaur’s chest. “Our session is over whenever you’d like it to be. You’re free to stay and keep me company for a while?”

Carrus wrapped his arms around you, instantly bringing you a feeling of warmth. “Hmmm…I’ll take you up on that offer.” His voice sounded just as tired as yours. You assumed the drugs also had a purpose of relaxing the user, keeping them in a state of bliss. You didn’t mind taking a break now especially now that you were coming down a little from the high. You snuggled more into Carrus’s embrace, closing your eyes and letting sleep succumb you.

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One of the senior witches had approached you as you stood off to the side sipping on your cider. The seance had gone well and most of the meeting was wrapping up with other witches idly chatting to one another. One of the senior witches had approached you, eager to share with you a spell she had learned would be perfect for the upcoming full moon. The senior witch had recommended you obtain a familiar to help amplify your powers more and you took the advice with great anticipation. You spent the rest of the party asking her questions for how to summon a familiar and scribbling down the notes into your grimoire. 

You thumbed through the pages containing the notes now, refreshing your memory of what needed to be done before attempting the summoning ritual. You had gathered the necessary items before. A dagger, the paint needed for the circle, some offerings and a few sticks of incense. You finally decided to get the ritual started now that the clouds had cleared up. The sooner the better.

You had created an open area in your living room, moving away tables and loveseats to have enough space to draw the summoning circle into the wooden floor. After lighting the incense sticks and a few candles, you took your ceremonial knife, slicing into the palm of your hand and offering the scarlet blood that flowed from your wound onto the circle. You peered over at your notebook, uttering the chant that the senior witch had given for you. You kept repeating the chant, eyes shut tight as you began to feel something within your chest get pulled out of you.

There was a gust of air that flowed around you, yet you kept the chant going and your face cast downwards as you tried to focus all your energy into the circle. Suddenly the air stopped, everything came to a still yet you could sense that you weren’t alone. A large humanoid hand touched underneath your chin, tilting your head upwards towards the being in front of you. You finally opened your eyes, a quiet gasp leaving your lips as you were face to face with a demon. You flinched away, falling backwards onto your floor as you scrambled to get away from the being. He towered over you a good three feet or so. He almost touched the top of the ceiling in your apartment. He had ash colored skin, black as night and his eyes that seemed like two sparks of amber in place of regular eyes. They glowed brightly in the dark of your living room. He wore nothing, and his skin looked as though it was covered in something slick and oily. A large tail swished behind him, horns atop his head with a flame burning between them. He had no nose, and his sharp pointed white teeth protruded from his mouth. He glanced around your home before his eyes peered down at you. 

“I am the demon Larthan. You have summoned me, human?” His deep voice inquired, approaching you as you tried to crawl away from him. He was quick to grip you by the ankle, towering over you as his ember like eyes stared you down. “Strange. It has been some time since someone of your kin has requested my services.” 

“Your services?” You finally found your voice, your eyes flicking for a moment to your discarded grimoire. “But, I didn’t summon a demon…” 

Larthan let out a loud, mocking laugh. “Please, if you didn’t want to summon me, you wouldn’t have drawn my sigil.” 

You blinked at his words, brows furrowing as you thought back on your interaction with the senior witch. Did she set you up? Summoning a demon was no easy feat and it was something that drained a lot of your strength. Were you truly capable of that? The proof was right in front of you, a strange glint in his eyes as he loomed over you. 

“You need to leave.” You finally found a bit of firmness in your voice, sitting up now as the confidence briefly came back to you. If you were capable of summoning a demon then surely you were even more capable of casting him out. You raised a hand to try and muster up some of your magic to be of use, only to have his larger hands clamp over yours. He grabbed both of your wrists, pinning you onto the floor. 

A long black tongue licked the side of your face, then your neck, lingering there for a moment as you tried to back away from him. He let out a groan, seemingly relishing the fear that flashed across your face as a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. 

“It has been some time since I ravaged a witch.” He used one hand to keep your wrists above your head, his other clawed hand moved to explore your body, his claws grazing over your breasts. Your nipples pebbled over the thin fabric of your nightgown as he teased them, a whimper leaving your lips while you struggled in his grip.

You squirmed, trying to wiggle your hands in an attempt to cast something, anything to get him off of you. “Let me go!” Your voice quivered, all of your attempts to escape his grasp becoming feeble. He hummed again, a low rumble in his chest as one of his hands finally latched onto your breast. He fondled it, causing you to press your thighs together and bite your lip, suppressing another sound from escaping them.

“You want to be rid of me that badly?” He mused, suddenly releasing you of his hold. The demon moved back to, resting his back against the wall as he sat with his legs spread open. “Very well, I can abide by your wish.” 

You sat up, rubbing at your sore wrists, still flustered from his obscene touches as you frowned at him. There was silence between the both of you for a minute as you waited. You glanced around the room, yet nothing was happening, Larthan still sat before you watching your every move with his glowing eyes. 

After another beat a look of confusion crossed your face. “Why aren’t you leaving?” 

“You must fulfill our contract.” He stated as a matter of factly. 

“Contract?” You tried racking your brain to see if anything you had chanted stated a contract of some sort. When nothing came to mind you shook your head. “I didn’t make any sort of deal with you.” 

Larthan let out an annoyed sound now, as though he had a right to be annoyed by the situation. You were the one that was tricked after all. “You made one as soon as you summoned me. I must fulfill my duties to you before I am sent back.” 

You squinted at him, highly skeptical of his supposed contract as you inched away from him. “What sort of duties exactly?”

He said nothing, instead a slit between his legs split to reveal what you assumed was his dick. It didn’t look like a human male’s anatomy, instead it was similar to a tentacle. It was thinner at the tip and had more girth towards the bottom. It was already erect, precum already leaking from it. You gasped a bit at the sight of it, before staring at him with wide eyes. 

“I can see your confusion.” He spoke, his hand reaching down to his cock as he stroked it a few times. More precum leaked from it and you could see the color of it was a very light purple. You stared at him in awe, earning a breathy chuckle from him. “A witch may find great use in my semen…it holds special purposes for their craft.”

“Can’t you just jerk yourself off and then leave?” You hesitantly asked, only for him to laugh at you again.

“You are rather clueless, it’s adorable.” He shook his head, his hand letting go of his penis. “No. I’m afraid it is up to you. You want me gone so badly? Then do it yourself, little witch. You did summon me after all.” 

You licked your lips that suddenly went dry, gaze locked on his cock. It twitched slightly, aching for some sort of stimulation. “I can go at it anyway I choose?”

Larthan nodded. “As long as it is you touching me, I have no preferences.” 

You stared at him for a moment before cautiously slipping off the strap of your nightgown. You stood up, letting it fall to the floor as Larthan’s gaze focused on your body. He seemed transfixed on your many folds and curves, drinking in how beautiful you looked before him. You felt embarrassed by the way he was looking at you, and you avoided his gaze which he chuckled at. He relaxed against the wall, beckoning you to come forth. You slowly walked towards him before sitting down on your knees. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, barely enclosing around it before you slowly began moving your hand.

A hiss came from Larthan as he leaned his head back. His tail thumping against the floor in need. You opted to just jerk him off and have him be on his way, though the heat pooling in your lower stomach had you feeling a bit more bold. You bent down to lick his cock from the base to his tip, leaving a chaste kiss on it as he groaned in pleasure. You stared up at him, his gaze finally meeting yours as you backed away from him. 

He was about to scold you that it wasn’t enough, only for you to press your breasts around his dick, squishing them together. You took his tip into your mouth, sucking his cock while your breasts stroked the lower half of his dick. Your head bobbed up and down, greedily slurping the precum that leaked from him as you gave him a tit job. 

Larthan let out growls and roars of pleasure, surely waking any of your surrounding neighbors. You would have to remember to apologize for whatever noise complaints you were about to get. His clawed hand found its way into your hair, gripping it tightly as you kept sucking him off. Your tongue rolled around his tip, his breathing quickened as jerked his hip upward a few times before pressing his cock into the back of your throat. Tears pooled in your eyes from the sudden intrusion yet you still swallowed. His cum tasted sweet as he came into your throat. You almost choked on how much cum his orgasm produced before he allowed you to pull away from him. You fell back, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. He leaned forwards, and cradled your face, wiping away any of the cum that still lingered on your lips with his thumb. Your tongue darted out to lick his cum, staring up at him with lust filled eyes. 

“You were a lovely experience, little witch.”  He hummed, brushing his thumb against your lips once more before he moved back to the summoning circle. You felt saddened by him needing to leave now, despite it being what you had wanted earlier. Your arousal was clearly soaking your panties and you found yourself wanting more of him.

“Wait…” You called out to him just as the circle began to light up again, the unknown winds from before filling the room. 

Larthan chuckled, amused by your sudden change. “You have your grimoire. You may summon me anytime you like.” With that he gave you a bow and the circle’s light filled the room. You sat there in your empty apartment, still turned on from the experience as you began to slowly clean up your apartment. The grimoire was still open to the summoning page, and you placed a bookmark onto it before closing the book, eager for the next full moon. 

Your mood had been down as of late. A recent break-up being the source of your melancholy. Things between you and your ex-partner had ended poorly, a disagreement the both of you had that outweighed the good in your relationship. One of many. You both came to the conclusion that things weren’t meant to be and it ended up with you in your apartment, moping around rather than getting up to attend to chores. Monika was quick to clock your bad mood, after all, plant hybrids were very perceptive beings when it came to strong emotions. She sat in her plant pot which was in your bedroom today, giving you a sympathetic look as you plopped into your bed. 

“Long day?” She asked which you only responded with a muffled groan. “Did something happen at the greenhouse?”

Her question was a cautious one, yet it didn’t hide the concern she held for you as she asked. You lifted your head from your pillow, rolling onto your back as you stared up at the ceiling. “Nope.” 

You heard her let out a soft sigh before the room went silent. You felt something slithering up your leg and before you could react, you were gently pulled out of your bed and into Monika’s embrace. You blinked a few times in surprise, Monika’s chest pressed into the side of your face as she held you close to her. 

“There, there.” Her voice took on a caring tone, her hands gently scratching your scalp. “You know you can talk to me, right. I am willing to listen.” 

You took a moment before your arms wrapped around her waist, letting out a shaky sigh. “I got dumped. And I don’t know why I’m even mad about it, our relationship wasn’t even that great! But here I am, still caring and feeling like crying over it!” 

Monika let out soft coos and gave your back a soothing rub as you huffed in frustration. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth her body brought to you, which you were surprised about given the fact she was a plant hybrid. Her skin against your felt nice, welcoming. Her skin against yours felt smooth as you pressed up against her. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed being loved on. 

“Has your partner never satisfied you during the relationship?” The question came after a good while of comfortable silence between the both of you. You glanced up at her, the inquiry catching you off guard. You stuttered over your words for a moment before pressing your lips together into a thin line. 

She stared down at you expectedly, a curious hum rumbled in her chest. She held you up closer to her face, her empty eyes staring at you with a knowing smile. “Is that a yes?” 

You could only shrug in response, your heart beating loudly in your chest as she brought her face closer to yours. She seemed lost for a moment, her eyes continuing to stare at you, waiting for something. You made a brave assumption at what she was curious about and you leaned forward, pressing a kiss against her mouth. She lacked lips, though the maw that mimicked a mouth was where you assumed you should kiss her. It felt strange. Different from a human’s but you're melting into it nonetheless.

She took a moment before she reciprocated, her arms held your waist as she kissed you back. You could feel other limbs wrap around your body, the vines she usually used to her aid slowly began to inch underneath your clothes. Two vines went under your shirt, the both of them teasing your nipples which caused you to let out a low whimper. Monika watched you intently, an amused grin on her face as she took in your reaction.

“You’re sensitive.” She said it with a slight uplift in her voice. It was more of an observation than a comment, her vines leaving your shirt before her hands casually rid you of the fabric. You let out a short yelp at the sudden action, earning an amused giggle from her. 

“Is this alright, darling?” She inquired, her hands going to pick up where her vines left off. She leaned forward to kiss and suck your neck while she played with your breasts. The heat pooling in your lower stomach got more unbearable as she teased you. One of her hands curiously lingered down your body, her vines were quick to remove your jean shorts. 

Her fingers lingered down to your folds, the middle finger finding your clit. The pads of her fingers brushed against the sensitive nub, earning another desperate groan to escape your lips. She pulled back, her eyes widening in wonder as a satisfied grin came across her face. 

“Ah, so that’s more sensitive than these then.” She pinched your nipple again and you squirmed. You were fully nude in front of her, your face flushed from how she was looking at you. She seemed curious and also enamored by every curve of your body. Her gaze held a lot of love and adoration for you. 

Her vines moved around your body again, taking hold of all your limbs as you were hoisted up before her. You were trapped, unable to move of your own free will as Monika’s vines slowly spread your legs apart. She hummed in thought, staring down at your leaking cunt with an intrigued glimmer in her eyes. 

She bent forward, her vines bringing your body closer to her as she gave you a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips. “Be still, darling, I’ll take care of you.” Her voice took on that loving tone again as she lowered her head. Her mouth latched onto one of your breasts as she sucked. Her long tongue flicked over your nipple as her fingers traveled down your legs to play with your clit again. 

You couldn’t move much due to how her vines kept your hands above your head. All you could do was moan and squirm against her touch. Having both of your most sensitive areas being stimulated at once had your mind spinning. 

“You’re reacting well.” She teased, her voice muffled as she kept her face buried in your chest. Her fingers slowed their swirls around your clit as something unknown slowly parted your folds. You barely had time to fully grasp what was happening before one of Monika’s thicker vines thrust inside you. 

Your gasp caught in your throat as her vine went in and out of your wet hole. She was able to manipulate the end of the vine, rubbing it against your g-spot with every thrust she took. Her fingers went back to teasing your clit, your senses overstimulating from her attention. 

“So cute. My precious little human.” Her tongue flicked your nipple one last time before the last bit of restraint you had broke. Your mouth opened in a silent cry as your body shook from your orgasm. Monika lifted her head from your breast, her mouth leaving with a quiet pop as she opted to watch you come undone. 

Her fingers gave your clit a few more swirls before her hand pulled away. The plant woman stroked your cheek, a pleased look on her face as she nuzzled the side of your neck. You were still pinned by her vines and you shifted a little to readjust yourself. She let out a soft hum, releasing you from the vines as you panted, coming down from your high. 

“You are beautiful.” She complimented, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek and finally against your lips. She pulled away, the vine still nestled in your sensitive walls slowly pulled out of you before being thrust in again. You whimpered, which she muffled with another kiss, a hungry look in her empty eyes. “Though, I’m not done with you yet, darling.”