saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock
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Synopsis: Something returns in the body of your husband, making him more off putting than usual.
He'd been gone a long time, a lot longer than you expected.
A part of you wished he wouldn't come back, that he'd get lost in those neverending hills of ombre greens, mountains with small streams flowing through them and twisting paths that bore broken ankles and scraped knees if one tripped.
Here he was, though. The reins of the horse that was given as part of your dowery in his fist, his left leg twisted backwards to give him a gangly lean.
The lonesomeness of the high mountains could be crippling, but it was being around your menace of a husband that truly made life there hard. He was the only man in your clan who would take you, and your family would rather lie in their graves to rot than send off one of their own to a traitorous neighboring village.
None of that mattered now, when you were so far from any form of companionship or civilization, your desperation leading to the point of grasping at the few straws your distant, cold husband would offer.
But that man wasn't here, not in this house. What remained of his hollow vessel was unholy, a beast of small resemblance.
The details were all there: dirty off-white field shirt, cracked leather suspenders, even the strong gash of scar across his knuckles, the one that gripped the reins so tightly they twisted in his fingers.
"You're home." Was all you could mutter.
Not, 'where have you been' or 'I was worried sick;' when speaking to your husband, most words would float right past him.
The mud on his boots slid against the oak floors, leaving a wet, thumping sound as he trudged through the living room. Small remains in the fireplace was left in glowing embers, dying flames casting shadows upon your husband's face.
You had never stared long at anything above his shoulders, either out of worry of him striking you for doing so, or maybe fear of finding him repulsive to look at, knowing he was all you had until your life's end.
But seeing him now, his face didn't look much different. A sharp frown turned down his lips, his strong nose inhaling, exhaling so quietly you might not hear him breathe in a silent room; but his chest heaved in wild ups and downs.
Another step forward. The front door was left open, and you could see the summer fireflies landing on the porch outside. A shallow dirt line followed his trail up the steps, as if his boots had been sliding in the dirt all the way home.
You held the oil lamp further away from your face, illuminating the dirt smeared across his. His hair was slick, covering his eyes like dripping ink.
"Want a bath?"
You spoke louder, voice still hoarse from sleep. He didn't look right, and it wasn’t just the dirtiness. Was there some sort of attacker that shook him? maybe a steep fall from one of the narrow roads down the hill?
Not quite... there was something deeper under his skin that was inherently different. His smell, like that of petrichor and iron. As he moved, one arm swung lower than another, his back hunched in a way that made him look broader.
As he walked, his leg cracked in such a loud pop it almost made you jump. Splatters of dark speckled his cotton shirt, becoming brighter as he neared.
It was like watching an injured animal try to scoot itself deeper into the forest, letting itself suffer rather than stop to spare the pain. But instead of a creature trying to escape, he was languidly dragging himself at you.
"You sound... tired. You should get to bed."
Despite the gnawing sense of dread beginning to curl in your stomach, you stood your ground, half of your body leaning from out of your shared bedroom. You'd do your spousal duties, take care of him, so long as he stopped scaring you.
As you listened to him, you realized Bettie couldn't be heard in her stall, and there were no hoove prints following the fresh trail of mud near the front door. Where had she gone? Had he lost her in the high mountains, leaving my her to roam aimlessly in the wide plains?
Or maybe, something had gotten her, your husband barely making it out himself; it would certainly explain the state he was in.
His body cracked with each aching move, back twisting in a way where his ribs jutted beneath his skin, twisting again for his left leg to snap back in place. Before you knew it, his face was hovering, drifting only inches away. Along the dry wall his hand grazed to create a black streak, sliding over the only picture you kept of your wedding day. He was so tall he barely fit in the yellowed picture; though his height was noteable, it never scared you until tonight.
Along with it, his hands... they hung low to the ground, the one resting upon the wall now coming towards you. It grasped foreward for you, opposite to the oil lamp in your grip. Dirt and something thick, like molasses, was stuck beneath his fingernails.
"Mmhn..."
Something guttural came from his lips, his mouth parting with a black thickness foaming at the corner. It glued between his teeth, swallowing his tongue as it drooled down his chin.
This wasn't him. It was his body-- or atleast what you could remember of it. They were pieces of him but they didn't fit right. He looked like a corpse left forgotten and dunked in oil, but he smelled only of rainwater and highland grass, nothing dead following him. Yet, the smell on his hands, the one that came to rest upon your cheek, cupping at your jaw, it was like rotting flesh.
His fingers rigidly stroked your cheek, using his thumb to smear a mixture of black beneath your eye. So cold, the touch sent a shock down to your feet, leaving you frozen still.
You might've not known your husband, not his voice or a solid memory of his face. But this was... something from outside. Someone. But it wasn't the man who promised to hold you in sickness and health.
A wet smear from his finger drew down your lip, the caress so gentle and inexplicably foreign.
Through the croak of his chest, he strained to speak through the black trenches of his mouth.
Omg, ideas for red string of fate but it’s monsterlover
🦇 Your neighbour walks outside in their nightgown to ask you why you’re trying to climb a random tree in your garden at 1am. You don’t know if you should tell them that you’re pretty sure you saw a bat fly up there and you’re also pretty sure your string was attached to it.
🛸 Everyone’s freaking out about the alien invasion that just started that morning while you try to decide if you should tell anyone that your string is pointing directly at the big, scary mothership floating menacingly over your city.
🐺 You struggle to hold your rifle steady, finger brushing the trigger, and your whole body freezes when your eyes catch the red string tied around the beasts paw, just as red as the fur around its maw.
🧜♀️ Like so many people, you decided to follow your string once you had the funds though unlike many people, it turns out your string leads you right into the fucking ocean. Not across the ocean, no that would be normal. INTO the ocean. Others say your soulmate must be working in one of those deep-sea submersibles or a submarine but you’re not so sure. You’ve seen the way the string jerks and moves, you don’t think any human can move so fast.
👽 Imagine your red string has always lead straight up into the sky. You thought maybe your soulmate was on the ISS but the string doesn’t follow a continuous orbit, it just wobbles a little like whatever it's attached to is too far and too fast to really make it move any more than that. One day you’re staring at the stars like you always do when your string jerks violently and you watch in disbelief as something comes crashing down from the skies. Of course, given that your string is finally pointing towards somewhere you can actually go, you run towards it without hesitation.
That's all I got but there's so many possibilities!
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Just thinking about a chubby farm girl who has never gotten much attention from the boys in her village or neighboring town. Some of them even pick on her, fegning interest only to turn around and laugh with their friends. She grows into a shy but sweet woman, with a full life of friends and family. She does not have a romantic life and only pretends to be okay with it.
One day she leaves her home to visit a friend who lives in a different village. A much less...human village. Her friend warns her about this, but leaves a few details out.
It's an orc stronghold. Her best friend moved into an orc stronghold.
She trots up on her horse and ohhhh boy. The guards at the door to the stronghold are young, close to her age. Young men who are given an easy task of keeping track of who is coming in and out, and to help anyone in need.
At the sight of this soft woman, their eyes jut out of their head and they basically make that 'ahhh oooo gah' noise.
Que all of the single orcs trying to court her during her stay.
Moonlight drips from Anubis’ fur as you pant through your orgasm, riding his tongue. He lowers you slowly, and you smell the musk of his skin: myrrh, wild cedar, and dry earth before the rain.
Your hands explore his naked torso, the dunes and moist valleys of his concave six-pack. You knead the fleshy pulp of his pecs. Your teeth graze them before trailing up towards his clavicle, his shoulder, the obsidian column of his throat.
His breath becomes heavier, faster.
You bury your face against the crook of his neck, letting his scent envelope you.
“You smell nice.”
Anubis doesn’t answer but you feel a contented growl rumble through his chest.
You guide his long snout towards your breasts. His tongue slides out and glides over their fullness before reaching one of your nipples; it hardens. You pull his face towards yours, wanting to kiss him. He’s uncertain how that works. He laps tentatively at your lips, but this time you part them, letting him into your mouth. A deep groan reverberates between you as he understands. Your lips wrap around his lower jaw before your tongue slides into his mouth. It’s warm and moist, lined with ridges and sharp teeth.
His heart is a bass drum that hammers against your hands on his chest.
A bead of sweat forms at his neck as your lips slope down the path of his V-line, settling on the plain above his belt.
His Adam’s apple bobs when you begin to unbuckle his belt. Anubis stops your hand.
“You are not required to.”
“Are you kidding? I want to.”
You try to continue what you’re doing but he grasps your hand, immobilizing it.
“I would not want to frighten you. My form...” He pauses “What lies there is unlike what you know.”
“Oh! Intriguing.” you say as you use your other hand to feel his huge bulge over his pants.
Anubis seems to give up, letting go of your hand and watching you with a look that is half eager, half wary.
In a second you undo his belt and start unbuttoning his pants when suddenly his muscles tense and his ears perk up.
“Thot’s coming.”
In a fraction of a second he hides you inside a cabinet and stands in front of it. Through the narrow slit in the door, you watch him adjust his belt, movements already composed.
Another god enters. His body is human, pale and skinny, with silver bracelets dangling around his arms. His head is that of an ibis. Thot, god of language.
“Good evening, Anubis. I was reviewing the records once more, and there seems to be something amiss. It’s troubling me.”
“Hello, Thot. How can I be of service?”
Thot seems about to say something but stops, instead looking intently at Anubis and around the room.
“Anubis, you look dif― This chamber seems... There’s something out of place.”
“All is as it has always been.”
Thot closes the distance, stepping right in front of Anubis, scrutinizing him. Luckily for you, birds don’t have such a keen sense of smell, or he would have smelled you all over him. Thot glances behind Anubis and he shifts his body imperceptibly, blocking you. But Thot, ever watchful, notices.
“You are being awfully furtive tonight.”
“State your purpose, Thot” a muted growl resonating in Anubis’ throat.
“Very well. Where is the missing soul?”
“No other soul passed through these gates.”
“You are hiding something, jackal, and I will uncover it.”
“I would never doubt that.”
“You are endangering what Horus worked so hard to build after your father’s deeds” Thot’s voice is laced with venom.
You see the muscles in Anubis’ back tense painfully at those last words, but he reins them in swiftly.
As the last echo from Thot’s footsteps fades, you crawl out of your hiding place. Anubis looks at you; all concern.
“We cannot stay here.”
He shapeshifts into a large black jackal, fur shining in the candlelight. He lowers his hind legs, urging you to climb onto his back.
You grip his fur as he bolts forward with sandstorm force. The stark power of his muscles shifts beneath your naked thighs. The speed is intoxicating.
The open desert breathes around you. Moonlight swells and crashes against your skin. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to keep from falling as cold wind lashes your face. Beneath you, the motion of his spine ripples upward, vibrating through your soaking pussy.
It catches you off guard when he stops short and lets out a howl that reverberates through your inner organs.
Finally, you arrive at a stone temple. Murals line the walls, depicting him and Thot performing the ceremony together. He leads you inside. It’s cozy, if a bit barren. Before you realize it, he shifts back into his original form.
“The other gods will demand to weigh your heart anew” he says gravely. “If they do, I will not be able to intercede. Before you lie two pa—”
But you don’t want to talk.
“Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
The sound he makes is half resigned sigh, half chuckle, as he lets you push him down onto his sleeping furs.
“At last, I will get to see what you keep hidden down here,” you say as you unbuckle his belt once more and pull down his pants. “Oh… okay… wow.”
You are left speechless by the sight. He watches you intently, wary.
“How do you... use it?” You ask, astonished.
He releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. You can see his shoulders relaxing. His eyes darken with something hungry, lupine.
"Touch me" he rasps.
The body part in question is a dense bloom of thin tendrils that writhe and pulse, each with its own cadence. It looks like a sea anemone. You place your hand over them and they latch softly, coiling around your fingers. Anubis' reaction lets you know how sensitive they are. His breath quickens before he lets out a throaty moan. You lick them and his breath hitches followed by a deep growl. The filaments wrap gently around your tongue before letting you go.
Enthralled by the effect you have on him, you spend a while worshipping Anubis' tendrils. But you want more.
“How do we...? I want to...”
“Oh, right. Like humans... here you go”
He coils a lot ― though by no means all ―of the tendrils into a thick shaft, each filament retaining its independent motion causing a humming vibration.
“Is that OK?” He asks.
You straddle him, lowering yourself onto his seething shaft. The bundled filaments swarm inside you.
“Gods, wow!”
“Does it please you?” Anubis watches you diligently, attentive to any sign of discomfort.
“It feels so odd...but in a really, really good way.” You answer as you start rocking your hips in a slow rhythm.
“You are certain?”
“Yes! I am. I love it.” Your voice turns throaty, your breath growing heavy with each movement.
He offers his paws for leverage as you ride his shaft, eyes glazed and fixed on you. Moans spill from your mouth. You lean in to kiss him; this time, he knows how to respond. One of the tendrils still outside settles over your clit, fondling it, while others cling to your thighs.
You don’t expect it when he deftly turns you over, switching positions. Now on top of you, he pins both your hands over your head as he fucks into you. His chest brushes yours and you mewl against it with every deep thrust. He angles himself, so his writhing shaft hits all the right spots, causing your moans to shatter into helpless cries.
“Is this what you wanted?” he groans, his gaze holding you in place.
An airy “yes” is all you can manage, breathless, lost to speech and to the world.
He shifts you again, this time turning you onto your belly without pulling out. He pulls your hips higher, placing you on all fours. His paws grab your ass, dragging you closer, plunging deeper.
His snout sniffs the back of your neck; a low growl tears from his throat. He pulls you in even tighter and parts his jaws around the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You feel the tips of his teeth against your skin, a warm, humming electricity pooling at each point of contact.
You find yourself aching for him to bite down. You tilt your head, offering your neck.
But he stops.
Your gesture alone makes him come hard, spilling inside you. Your pussy overflows with his cum. The way he twitches and pants makes you come right after.
He pulls you close, sniffing you as you both lie limp and spent.
“What was that? Did you want to bite me?”
“Forgive me, I do not know what took hold of me.”
“I didn’t dislike it. It felt like electricity, tingling―”
Anubis sits up, shocked at your words.
“It did what?” His eyes wide, his jaw tense.
“It―”
You’re interrupted by a violent wind tearing through the room, scattering everything in its path.
“That is Set, he must have realized something has gone awry”
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end at hearing the infamous name.
“Do not fret. I would never allow him to reach you.”
“Why would he want to reach me?” you grimace.
“After what happened with your heart, he will want to use you against the other gods.”
“Why?”
He looks at you bemused, as if the answer was obvious.
“The scale did not settle.”
Do you want a long fic?
Yes! long fic that develops the plot (not smut centered)
Nah, I'm just here for the smut. Also, less is more: that was a solid ending
