#kockwarming

dragon’s cum that’s so warm, and it makes you heat up. and after long enough, after being filled enough, your body just wants to be that warm. its too cold without- best to cuddle up with your dragon again and nestle its hot cock inside you again to stop your shivering.

werewolf cum that floods you with endorphins, with hormones. it makes you want to gather up soft pelts and make yourself a little nest, it makes you smell sweeter to the werewolf’s nose. it makes you find yourself chasing a craving you can’t seem to satisfy- until you realize that the emptiness in your stomach isn’t a lack of food, but a lack of cock.

mermaid cum that makes little webs span your fingers and toes, that makes thin gills sprout at your ribcage so your partner can pull you deeper into the water. youll find quickly that your skin gets dehydrated once you spend too long too far away.

demon cum that makes everything feel so much better. its hot and its so much and gods, you just want more. you cant help becoming insatiable, especially not when youve grown little horns, and having your demon hold onto them just feels so, so good.

dont worry, pretty boy, ill explain it to you. see, he borrowed money from me against your family home, and now finds himself unable to pay it back. its a good amount, little love, id be within my right to take the house, the property, all of it. your family would be ruined.

no, no, darling, shh. i wont do that. your family is safe; your father and i worked it out. see, rather than take his house, im taking his son.

dont look so insulted, pretty boy, youre doing the noble thing, saving your family from squalor. all you have to do is become my gorgeous little house husband. wont it be lovely? youll be the prince of my entire empire. dont tell me, in all this time your father and i have worked together, youve never thought of what it would be like to be at the head of the mob, rather than a subordinate?

dont worry, youll get to find out. i think youll like being my little toy- i have someone ready to fit you for your wedding attire.

now, i dont want to hear that. youre lucky to be where you are. i intend to treat you kindly, but i can be pushed too far, pretty thing. i am doing your family a kindness by taking you as mine. remember that.

just you wait till our wedding night, darling. ill fill you so nice that you wont have any doubts about spending your nights in my bed. i’ve heard about how gorgeous and tight that pretty wet hole is; i’ll make sure it’s treated well. if you’re good and obedient for me. 

if not, well. you know what i do to those who disobey me. make a scene, and i may have to fuck you against the podium at our wedding- let everyone hear how your struggle fades away as you realize just how good it feels to be mine. keep being bratty, who knows... i may have to bring you to my business meetings and fuck you over the table, letting everyone see just how much of a slut i’ll make you into. you’ll love it, won’t you, pretty boy? letting me use your hole whenever and wherever i want, right? you’ll make such a lovely husband, eyes rolled back and smearing drool in front of my goons. don’t worry, when you pass out on my cock, i’ll just hold you in my lap and let you sleep still stuffed full while i finish the meeting. 

as the sorcerer would find out, he was never quite satisfied. 

this sorcerer realized, like many others did, that the new king would likely give full power over the kingdom to whoever managed to gain his favor enough to become his consort. many tried, in the months following his coronation, to make the king addicted to their hole. the sorcerer had a different idea. 

he found his way into the king’s attention and took him to bed. turns out, the reason the king was always dissatisfied is that he was much happier face down and fucked open. 

so the sorcerer finds himself in the bed of the king, permanently. he keeps the royal happy by letting him fall asleep full and wake up with his first orgasm of the day only seconds away. the king lets his sorcerer make decisions for the kingdom “on his behalf”- but the sorcerer finds that he’s much less interested in running the kingdom than he thought he was. 

instead, he’s obsessed with his little king. his thin waist that give him perfect grip to pull the king onto his cock, his soft thighs that are perfect to hold the king down into his lap, his smooth back and chest that practically only exist to be bitten and marked. 

and, of course, the sorcerer begins trying to impress the king with his power. he creates expensive and impossibly perfect jewels and chains to wrap around his little king; necklaces and anklets and bracelets. when he’s got nothing more to adorn, the king happily suggests piercing his ears so that his sorcerer can give him more. 

so the sorcerer uses his magic to pierce the king’s ears, and soon he has deep navy sapphires framing his jaw. 

but the king wants more. so his sorcerer pierces his belly button, and silver chains hang jewels between the king’s hips. 

and still the king wants more. he begs for it- so the sorcerer tugs at the king’s nipples until he cries, and when he wakes the next day, a gold chain connects the studded bars his nipples are pierced with. 

loving that, the king asks for more, but something deeper than a piercing. so the sorcerer paints a tattoo between his hips, beneath his sapphires. 

the king loves it, but not as much as he does the following day, when he realizes that it glows as he cums, and if his sorcerer keeps his palm over the tattoo, it makes his orgasms last longer. 

suddenly the king is newly obsessed. 

what else could his magic do? 

could it, perhaps, enchant his earrings so that all thoughts of the world beyond his husband’s cock disappear from his mind? or, possibly, charm his belly button piercing so that he’s simply incapable of orgasming until his husband chooses that he’s ready for the mind blowing pleasure of release? bewitch his nipple piercing to cause his body to electrify with pleasure under every touch? 

numbing cream inside a condom. my pretty toy numb to any friction as i straddle his hips and settle down over him, overwhelmed with the fullness, the length, the friction. maybe i give a few dozen bounces, and he gets excited that he still feels good, even if he can’t quite feel everything- but i stop when my breath speeds up and i settle down again. 

i reach forward to grab my phone and lay down on his chest, totally neutral to his cock inside me, just happy to stay full and pressed to him. occasionally i rock my hips softly and slowly, but mostly i relax on my phone like any other time, ignoring how his hands come up on my waist and how he starts to whimper after only five minutes. 

he knows better than to disobey, so he doesn’t thrust. he stays still and tries to satisfy himself with just being close to me, inside me, tries to get lost in whatever i’m doing on my phone. it gets him through another ten minutes before need makes his stomach tighten. 

if he starts begging, i’ll ignore it. i intended to stay this way for hours as i caught up with my socials, stretching out my back and giving my muscles a rest. he knew what he was getting into, and he knows that he’s best to give me whatever i want. 

he’s so good, though. when he does start to squirm, all it takes is gentle fingertips across his temple, maybe a kiss under his jaw, or some soft, fond words whispered to his neck to settle him, make him sink back down into the mattress and relax again. 

hell last about an hour before the need grows too strong to bear, and the whimpering and shallow thrusting can’t be contained by the soft praise anymore. 

so he rolls us over and starts thrusting in earnest, worshipping my hole, bringing me to my edge so quickly since it’s felt so good to hold him inside me. i spasm and milk his cock, but he can hardly feel it, so he keeps going. 

I’ll wait until you’re passed out, soft and pliant, and thats when I’ll train your pretty hole into stretching, wider and wider for bigger and bigger cocks. I’ll make sure to touch you and play with you so that you’re soaking wet, and it’s so easy to slide our toys (that you don’t even know about) into you. you’ll moan in your sleep and i’ll make sure you don’t wake up, but that you drown in pleasure regardless.

and once i’ve stretched you, i’ll sink a huge toy in and leave it there, all night. i’ll have you cockwarming to make sure your body adjusts to being full. and before you wake up, i’ll pull it out, so that you never know the difference.

until, of course, you realize that you feel empty, all the time. that your fingers aren’t nearly big enough to satisfy you. that you’re so desperate, and there’s no way to satisfy you until you finally submit to being my perfect little house husband, a toy for me to play with.

you’re so used to being full that you need it, don’t you, darling? come, i’ve got a long day of work ahead of me, but you can sit on my lap at my desk and satisfy yourself.

if you’ve never hiked around any portion of the appalachian trail, let me tell you a thing or two. it’s super rugged, and in many places, quite wooded. but along its length, there are many places to bunk down for the night, either in a tent or a little shack left for just that purpose. 

i was in one of those shacks, one night. i had just finished eating my dinner and started spreading out my fire so that it’s embers could cool and sizzle, when i looked up. 

there were glowing eyes staring back at me from the trees. much too tall to be a deer, but too close together to be a bear. i froze, not looking away, and just stared until it took a step forward into the light. 

i thought it a wolf, immediately, it’s muzzle and fur making me think that. but it stood on two feet, and it’s hands were more finger than paw. it was definitely a werewolf, it’s mouth open and saliva dripping down over its long tongue and sharp teeth. i thought i was going to die, so i didn’t look away as it still stalked closer. 

the pounding in my chest only slightly lightened as i noticed the hard cock between its legs, just as wet and slick as its tongue. 

shock and fear, still, kept me rooted as it rounded the fire. it stood over me, lowering itself down onto all fours just to box me in, making me lean back. it’s breath washed over me, warm and desperate, and it’s tongue found my collarbone, trailed up my neck and jaw. 

it pressed its throbbing cock against my thigh, it’s heat and need bleeding through the fabric of my pants. i shucked them off. 

immediately, the wolf took hold of my knees, holding my legs apart. his tongue still explored my neck, smearing his scent and slobber, and i felt the first prod of his cock against my hole. 

he shoved forward, with more restraint than i expected, and his tongue came to my lips. i kissed at it softly, between the moans and whimpers that the girth of his cock forced out of me. 

finally i felt his hips against mine, which meant that the torturous slide of his cock filling me had come to an end. he withdrew quickly, making me whine, but rammed back into me with little decorum. i grabbed onto his shoulders immediately, knitting my fingers into his fur, bracing myself for when he did it again. and again, and again, until he was fucking me deeply, quick and sharp and strong. i couldn’t stop the lewd sounds leaving me, my thighs gripping onto him, then my legs wrapping around him. the pressure within me built and built as his massive cock slammed into me, until i came as he caught against my entrance. blinded by the force of it, i failed to realize that his knot was rising until i’d come down, and he’d swelled up inside me. 

“breed,” he growled into my ear, and all i could do was grip him tighter. he rocked me on his knot, punching screams out of me, until he stilled and started spilling rope after rope of thick cum inside me, all the while holding me tight and pressing his face against my neck. 

when he’d finished, and my hole was sloppy with his cum, he started rocking me on his knot again. the overstimulation after such a break made me white out with another orgasm, a shorter one, a much more powerful one. 

he rolled over so that i laid on top of his chest, licking over my neck and jaw again and nuzzling against my face. i was still speared on him in the morning, though his knot had gone down, and our combined liquids had leaked all over him. 

no, no, don’t get that scared look on your face, you know id never hurt you. i want to break your mind. i want to give you a good and proper fuck so that you know exactly how well it feels when i pay attention to you, and then i‘ll leave you wanting for a while. days, maybe months.

and every day i’ll rile you up. maybe i’ll touch you, so close but not quite there. or i’ll whisper of the things that you so desperately wish i would do to you. it’ll have you buzzing out of your mind, because i’ll make sure that there’s no way you can satisfy yourself, either.

and when you beg, i won’t give in. i won’t succumb to your pitiful pleas, because they aren’t what i’m looking for. it’ll take a while, but finally you’ll be so horny and shaky and sensitive, you’ll be so slutty that it’ll take just a rub against your cock to undo you. just a kiss against the ear, or a finger slipped slowly into you.

when youre pent up enough to orgasm every time i give you the slightest touch, that’s when i’ll finally fuck you. and the stimulation will break you, darling, you’ll go mad. you’ll black out and wake up incapable of speaking, your breath will heave for hours.

things will never be the same, after that. after all, your desperation will never go away, and neither will your incredible reaction. you can’t possibly be allowed out of the house when the slightest touch soaks your underwear, so i’ll keep you as my precious plaything. i’ll make you embarrass yourself with a soft touch, and make you black out on my cock. it’s almost too pretty a thought, my little toy moaning helplessly and lewdly as i position them over me, only to go limp the moment i sink inside you.

i think i’ll quite like it. your earthquaking, overwhelmed body slumped in my lap. a perfect toy, completely at my mercy in a way you never imagined.