It’s been obsessed with you since you moved it. Obviously your room was off limits but that never fully stopped it. If your door is left open at night, it slides a tentacle to you and rubs you in your sleep.
Whenever you’re in the kitchen it will find an excuse to touch you. Your arms, your chest, your legs, and if it’s bold it’ll graze your ass. If you’re on the couch it’ll get a grip around your ankle. A few times it’s left some sucker shape marks.
Tonight, it’s like a flip switched. You were in the shower and left the door open a crack. Normally it’ll resist and leave you be. Tonight it snuck it. It slowly pulled back the shower curtain and started to touch you.
Somewhat innocently at first. It slid a tentacle up your bare wet leg. Making its way farther and farther up. Right when it touches your exposed pussy, it waits. You don’t freak out on it. You match your roommates energy and let it continue to perv out on you.
Slowly it slides your folds open and you plant your hands on the shower tile to not lose balance. Its suckers stick to your slick wet skin. It begins to make its way to your hole. Teasing it, taking its sweet time after all of the build up.
Before you can protest it slides its thick tentacle deep inside of your pussy. Pumping in and out roughly. It uses two other tentacles to keep you upright and watching. The only goal is to get you to climax.
It continues to fuck you. It’s suckers gripping your g spot over and over again. Building up so much pleasure you feel ready to explode. As you reach your orgasm your pussy clenches tight around its tentacle, causing the suckers to stick inside of you. It carefully pulls itself out, breaking the suction, causing you to squirm from being so sensitive.
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inexperienced alien gf who really wants to try having sex with u. ur open to teaching her the ins and outs, but she’s really excited to learn via how she does everything else: through experimentation.
so u agree to lay naked on an examination bench. she straps u down so ur unable to move, legs spread apart. she doesn’t know much about human sex, but she knows that ur “pleasure center” is between ur legs.
she wheels over a cart of different tools to poke and prod at u with. u grow excited at the possibilities in front of u, wetness already pooling between ur thighs.
she notices ur leaking “sexual essence” and curiosity flashes in her eyes. she lowers her face in front of ur dripping pussy and gives it a shy lick with her forked tongue, tasting ur arousal.
ur hips immediately buck at the contact as a soft whimper escapes ur lips. liking the way ur “arousal excitement” sounds, she gives ur pussy another flick of her tongue.
u absolutely love the way her forked tongue feels against ur clit, and she can tell. she begins flicking her tongue against it at a steady pace.
u wonder if it’s really her first time doing this as her tongue moves expertly, drawing out a string of moans. u want nothing more than to grab her head and bury her face in ur needy pussy, but the straps prevent u from doing so.
she picks up on ur “impassioned need“ though, and gets the hint. her tongue slowly dips inside u.
it’s so long and so wet. it reaches deeper in u than u thought possible, rubbing past ur g-spot and against ur cervix. u whine at the satisfying sensation.
when she starts thrusting the wet appendage in and out of u, u can barely contain urself. ur thighs shake as u enjoy the sensation of her fucking u with her serpentine tongue.
ur back arches the second she circles her tongue around ur cervix. it feels so odd and overwhelming in the best way possible. ur already on the edge when she does it again, ur orgasm hitting hard.
ur pussy clenches tightly around the elongated appendage and ur hands desperately grip at the table. u coat her tongue in ur juices as ur lower body convulses.
she finally pulls away, face covered in ur liquids. as she looks at the cart of tools, u desperately wonder what she plans to fuck u with next…
That's what you’d said when your roommate asked what you were going out to do at 11 PM on a weeknight.
Not that she didn’t already know exactly what you were planning on doing. Masturbating. Just like you did usually at least once a week now that the weather was warm. It was late, and nobody would care. Plus, you lived in the country, and there was no one else around to see or hear you anyways. So what the hell? You would gladly indulge in your dirty little habit tonight.
You walked around to the back of your house, and made sure your roommate was well out of sight. You slipped behind a tree. Then, with one last look around, you gratefully slipped your hand to your clit.
“Oh. Oh fuck,” you moaned to yourself as you slowly got lost in the pleasurable feeling.
You pinched and tugged on your nipples under your oversized shirt, and knew that even after a few minutes, you were getting close.
That’s when you felt something grab you. Something big. You moved to scream, but whatever it was covered your mouth before you had the chance.
You could feel fur and claws as it ran into the woods with you in its arms.
Suddenly, it stopped what felt like miles from your house, and threw you against a tree face first. You turned around and finally got a good look at what exactly it was.
A werewolf. A werewolf with a very large, erect cock, and very hungry eyes. And his teeth inches from your ear.
“Sorry ma’am,” he growled into your ear in a deep voice.
“Smelled you from miles away, and couldn’t help myself. Do you mind?”
His demeanor shifted suddenly, and he moved to let go of you. Then, you turned around to face him. The monster in front of you now looked like a whipped puppy, almost pouting. You looked at the member swinging between his legs, then back at his almost cute face, and it hit you. How could say no to him? Why on Earth would you want to say no to him?
“Go ahead,” you pulled your pajama pants and underwear around your ankles, and tugged your shirt over your head.
He looked at you with pure hunger in his eyes, and turned you around as fast as he could against that tree.
“Thank you,” his fangs grazed your ear.
And with those words, he sank his massive cock into you in one stroke. Knot and all.
“Holy fuck,” you closed your eyes and saw stars.
“Feel good?”
And it did. It felt better than anything you’d ever experienced. You could feel his knot slamming against your walls, and you could also feel yourself clenching around him involuntarily.
“Yes! Yes,” you moaned ecstatically.
He slowed his pace and pulled his knot out suddenly, almost like he was teasing you.
“Sorry,” he growled, “I wanted to enjoy this.”
He grabbed you by the hips, and pulled your ass directly onto his cock, filling you fully.
“More,” you found yourself repeating, starting to drool.
He grinned, and sped back up, spearing you on his knot again.
“Fuck! Fuck”, he roared.
You could feel an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. His knot was smacking against your g-spot now, and you were clenching around him in earnest.
As if on cue, the werewolf started rutting into you full tilt, whole body fully pressed against yours.
“I’m gonna! I’m gonna cum,” you panted into the night air.
“Go ahead. I’m just getting started,” he replied.
At his words, you let out the world’s loudest moan, and fell apart in his massive arms.
But he didn’t stop. He just kept fucking into you like the animal he was, ignoring the fact that you’d gone limp, and were fully leaning on the tree in front of you.
God the sounds coming from the two of you. The wet plap plapping of him slamming into you, his grunts and growls mixing with your breathy moans. It all made your head even foggier with lust.
A few minutes later you felt him tangle a claw into your hair. You yelped a little, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“All fours. On the ground. Now.”
You obeyed, whining a little at having to be empty. In seconds he had you mounted again, bent fully over, and chock full of him. He groaned at the sensation, and bucked his hips even harder. You were going to cum. Yet again.
But now, you could feel his pace getting erratic, his hips stuttering a little as he mercilessly punished your weeping cunt.
“I’m so close. I’m so c-close,” he half growled, half moaned into your ear.
“Please? Cum inside me,” you whispered.
You were close too.
That was all he needed to push you into the dirt, and finally let out the animal inside.
“F-Fuck,” he came with a roar, and spurted what was most certainlyropes of cum into your soaked cunt.
And as you felt him start dripping out of you, you let one last broken moan, and came on his swollen cock. The best orgasm you had ever had.
After about ten minutes of laying on the ground, curled up in his gargantuan arms, you felt his knot start to deflate.
“Oh. Already?”
It was your turn to pout.
“Maybe? Maybe I could come back next week? Or even tomorrow,” he moved to cup your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture.
“I. I think I would like that.”
He did his best to make what looked like a smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back in return.
And you meant it. Tonight had been heavenly. There was no other way to put it. You had never felt such passion, such primal need, and you were dying to experience it again.
“I’ll take you home now,” he grabbed your discarded clothes, and did his best to help you put them back on.
You decided to throw your shirt back on, and leave the pants and underwear off, owing to the cum running down your pussy and thighs.
He picked you up, and started running back the way you two had come.
“Well. Goodnight,” he turned to leave.
“Goodnight. And. Thank you,” you reached out to grab his hand.
“You’re welcome Miss.”
He made what looked like another smile, then turned to run off into the woods in the opposite direction.
Yes, you would definitely have to explain this to your roommate. And you would have to take another shower. But did you care? Absolutely not. You had just had the best sex of your life. Maybe you should masturbate outside more often.
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Prompt - Kidnapping | Creature - Fae | WC - 2,418
You knew better than to wander after sunset. Everyone said the woods weren’t safe once the last light bled out of the sky. You thought it was just superstition. A story meant to keep children from straying too far.
But when the forest goes still around you—no crickets, no wind, not even the rustle of leaves—you understand the truth. And by then, it’s already too late.
He steps out from between the trees like he was always there, waiting. Too tall, too beautiful, wrong in a way that makes your stomach drop, smile cutting through the dark like a knife.
“There you are.”
The words are a caress and a command all at once, slipping straight beneath your skin. You try to run, but the ground betrays you, roots writhe like serpents, twisting up your ankles, sinking into your skin until you can’t move. You fight, you kick, but it only makes the bindings bite deeper.
He’s in front of you before you can draw a breath, fingers closing around your jaw with cold precision. Not cruel, not yet. Just claiming.
“I warned them to keep you from me,” he murmurs, voice threaded with amusement, with hunger. His eyes glitter with inhuman light, fixed on your face as though he’s memorizing every flicker of fear. “But you were curious. And curiosity, little mortal, is the doorway I walk through.”
The world wrenches sideways when he pulls you close. Shadows close over the trees, swallowing them whole until you’re standing somewhere else entirely. Stone halls, endless, dripping with candlelight that doesn’t burn. The air tastes too sweet, too thick, and your lungs rebel, desperate for clean air you’ll never breathe again.
The roots release you only to let his hand take their place. He slides his grip down to your wrist, holding you with terrifying ease. Like he’s not restraining you at all, just letting you understand you’ll never be strong enough to pull away.
“Struggle for me,” he says, tilting his head as if this is entertainment. “Fight if you want. It will not save you, but it will please me to watch.”
You open your mouth to scream, and his smile blooms sharp, delighted, terrible.
“Yes,” he purrs. “Sing for me. No one else will ever hear you again.”
The world goes dark, your stomach dropping with a sickening lurch, his clandestine laughter echoing in your skull as you lose consciousness and when you wake…
It’s a beautiful room, high arching stained glass windows, the light filtering through in jeweled bars to where you have been shackled to an ornate bed, legs spread wide on the stone floor with arms pulled taught in front of you. There is no room for movement, no room for struggle. And that sticky laughter curls around you again, long fingers teasing along the bare curve of your ass.
“You don’t know how long I have waited for you to finally come to me,” he murmurs. “The time I have spent trying to lure you deeper, little gem.”
His fingers trace idle shapes over your skin, too cool for warmth but leaving a burning path in their wake anyway. The shackles bite into your wrists as you instinctively try to pull away, the metal creaking but never giving. Every movement only pulls you tighter, exposing you, arching you.
“Look at you,” he croons, voice a low, velvet rasp. “All the warnings, all the prayers, and still you wandered right into my arms.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, twisting against the chains. It’s useless. The cuffs are carved from something older than iron, something that thrums with his magic. And worse, the air itself seems to thicken the longer he touches you, perfumed and heady, sinking under your skin until your thoughts are slow, blurred.
A sound escapes you, a whimper you didn’t mean to make.
“Ah…” His hand slides lower, spanning your hip, fingers brushing the inside of your thigh. “Already trembling.” The pads of his fingers glow faintly, and where they touch you, the same traitorous heat from the forest blooms again, coiling deep in your belly.
You jerk, a choked noise in your throat. “Stop-”
He leans close enough that his hair ghosts your shoulder, his lips just shy of your ear. “I told you to struggle,” he whispers. “I told you it pleases me. But your body… your body is honest.”
The heat spreads with each word. Your nipples tighten, thighs slick with a need that isn’t yours, can’t be yours. You shake your head desperately, tugging at the chains until they cut into your wrists. The scent of moss and flowers is overwhelming now, like a garden left to rot.
He laughs, low and satisfied, and draws one cool fingertip along the seam of your cunt, not quite touching, just tracing circles in the air. The magic follows, a phantom caress that makes you gasp and arch despite yourself.
“Sweet little gem,” he murmurs. “I don’t have to touch you to make you bloom. I only have to ask.”
The phantom touch grows firmer, stroking, circling, until your hips start to rock against it without permission. Tears sting your eyes. You hate it. You hate how good it feels, how your own body betrays you, how the chains rattle with every shuddering breath.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he says, his mouth at your ear again, voice silk over steel. “Tell me, and I will stop. Lie to me, little mortal. I dare you.”
Another wave of unwanted pleasure rolls through you, your muscles quivering, and the sound that tears from your throat isn’t a scream this time but a broken, desperate moan. His laughter curls around you again, triumphant.
“That’s right,” he purrs, pressing a cold palm to your stomach as the magic works you harder. “Sing for me. Fight if you like. In the end you’ll still open for me. It’s what you were made for.”
His palm stays on your stomach, cool and possessive, while the phantom fingers keep working between your thighs. You’re shaking now, hips jerking in tiny, involuntary rolls against the invisible touch. Each movement makes the shackles creak, makes your wrists bite, makes you more aware of how completely you’re pinned.
The fae bends over you, hair brushing your cheek, the scent of him filling your lungs like incense. “I warned you,” he murmurs, and his voice vibrates right down your spine. “Every breath you take in my wood binds you tighter. Every shudder makes you mine.”
The phantom touch presses in, two fingers of pure magic sliding into you, curling, stroking until your knees threaten to buckle. You moan, broken and breathless, and he drinks it in like wine. “That’s it. That’s the sound,” he says softly, almost reverent. “Now open for me.”
He flicks his wrist and the phantom fingers vanish, only for his real hand to replace them. His cool skin drags over your slick heat, thumb circling your clit once, twice, making you jolt. Before you can plead, he presses the head of his cock against you, not human-warm but velvet and cool as riverstone, still thrumming with the same magic that’s been burning you from within.
“No…” you whisper, but the word breaks apart as the invisible pressure inside you surges again, forcing another climax to crest just as he begins to push in. The double assault makes you gasp, arching back against the chains, every muscle trembling.
He slides deeper by inch by tortuous inch, his lips at your ear. “Feel how you take me,” he hisses, voice gone ragged now. “Your body knows before your mind will admit it.”
You’re sobbing now, from overstimulation, from the invasion, from fear, from the way your own muscles clutch at him without permission. The magic doesn’t stop. It keeps working you, stroking every nerve, coaxing every spasm and contraction until you can’t tell where his spell ends and your body begins.
“That’s it,” he croons. “Come until you forget your name.”
The next wave breaks and you convulse around him, clenching tight as he drives the last of himself in with a groan that sounds more animal than man. His fingers dig into your hip, holding you in place while your body shakes, helpless and undone, every breath a sob or a moan.
He doesn’t give you time to recover. He draws back and thrusts again, slow and inexorable, each stroke wringing another broken sound from your throat. His magic coils around you like a net, tightening with each movement, dragging you toward another edge before you’ve even fallen from the last.
“Struggle,” he whispers, almost tender. “But know that you will break before I do.”
And still he moves, cool and relentless, until your body is slick with sweat and your wrists ache in their cuffs and the only thing you can do is arch and sob and come, again and again, while he fills you and whispers your surrender into your ear.
“It was almost too easy to take you,” he growls, his thrusts long and languid, almost unhurried. “And I knew you would be so sweet for me. Little humans are always so soft. So warm.”
Each slide of his hips is a drag of ice and fire, a slow filling that leaves you gasping. His magic coils tighter with every movement, invisible fingers teasing where his cock isn’t, stroking you open even as he claims you. You can feel the glow of it on your skin now, crawling like vines, seeping into your chest, down your thighs, wrapping your heart in invisible threads.
You want to fight, to twist away, but he’s everywhere, his palm on your throat, his nails digging into your skin, his voice pouring into your ear like dark honey. The room smells of him, moss and iron and blooming flowers, until you can taste it on your tongue.
He grinds in deeper, hips rolling, and the invisible caress around your clit turns ruthless. Your body arches despite yourself, a strangled cry spilling from your lips.
“Such a fragile thing,” he murmurs, biting at your shoulder, his teeth just shy of breaking skin. “Yet your body can take me. Can crave me. This is what you’re for.”
The words hit you as hard as the magic does, a pulse that ripples through your belly and down to where you’re stretched around him. He doesn’t speed up, he doesn’t need to. His magic is already pulling you apart, coaxing your body to squeeze and flutter around him, each little tremor drawing a low, satisfied sound from his throat.
“Come again,” he orders softly. His thumb finds your mouth, pressing past your lips, and his other hand slides down to your hip, holding you steady. “Come while I’m inside you. Do it now.”
You shake your head, a sob catching in your throat, but the next roll of his hips pushes right against the spot his magic has been stroking, and your back bows. The pleasure hits like a breaking wave, violent and blinding, your body clenching hard around him as you cry out.
“That’s it,” he purrs, the words shaking with a low growl. “So sweet. So obedient.”
He pulls out just far enough to thrust back in, a deep, slow push that makes you whimper, still twitching from the last climax. His magic doesn’t stop, it pulses with him, building you again, making your muscles quiver.
“I’ll make you come until you can’t even remember what you begged for,” he whispers against your ear. Another thrust. Another shudder. His thumb brushes your clit and you jerk like you’ve been shocked. “And then I’ll fill you until the only thing left inside you is me.”
His pace stays languid but relentless, each stroke dragging out a sound you didn’t know you could make. Your legs shake where they’re spread wide, the shackles rattling faintly with every helpless jerk. His cool breath ghosts over your neck as he murmurs, low and pleased, “Yes. Break for me, little mortal. Break and bloom.”
His rhythm changes. Just slightly at first, the long, languid strokes turning sharper, deeper, a hint of impatience threading through the silk of his control. His breath comes rougher against your throat, and the vines of magic coiled around your body tighten as if they, too, are straining toward something inevitable.
“You feel that?” he growls, voice lower, ragged in a way that makes your stomach twist. “How your body grips me… pulls at me… begging without a word.”
Each thrust now drives harder, hips colliding with yours, the ornate bed beneath you creaking in protest. The phantom touch doesn’t ease, it keeps tormenting your clit, stroking in cruel rhythm with his thrusts, every pass wrenching another sob or cry from your throat.
His hand leaves your hip to tangle in your hair, dragging your head back until your throat is bared, his lips brushing over your pulse. “I could take you forever,” he snarls, teeth grazing your skin. “But I want to feel you break around me as I spill into you.”
He slams deeper, a guttural sound tearing from him, no longer smooth or elegant but raw, feral. The cool velvet of his cock stretches you to the limit, and his magic surges in tandem, pressing you to the edge whether you want it or not.
Your body obeys before your mind can protest, another climax wracks you, shuddering and violent, clenching around him so tightly he groans against your throat. His thrusts grow desperate now, hips snapping, his composure unraveling as he chases his own end.
“Mine,” he snarls, teeth sinking into the curve of your neck at last. Pain flares, sharp and white, mingling with the relentless heat of pleasure as he drives in to the hilt and holds there, grinding deep. The magic coils, snapping tight, and you feel it, the sudden spill of his release, icy and searing all at once, flooding you with something too much like possession to be only physical.
He stays pressed against you, cock buried, chest heaving against your back, his laughter broken now, ragged with triumph. The shackles hum, vibrating with his magic, and the vines caress your trembling skin as though sealing you into him, tying you tighter with every pulse.
When he finally lifts his head, lips glistening with your blood, his smile is sharp enough to cut. “There,” he whispers, still inside you, still throbbing. “Now you’re not just mine in body, but in soul.”
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A "sleep paralysis demon" is a common, yet frightening, hallucination that can occur during sleep paralysis, a state where the body is temporarily paralyzed while the mind is awake, often leading to the perception of a malevolent presence or figure in the room.
(Warnings for sleep paralysis. DISCLAIMER: I'm not an expert on sleep paralysis or the effects it has on people! This is not an accurate depiction of the condition and is merely a work of fiction!)
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The cold grip of fear often gripped you when you just were about to travel within the realm of dreams and nightmares.
A vice coldness that gripped your entire body like ghost hands seizing every nerve in your flesh, jabbing ice into them to the point you'd become paralyzed from your feet to your head. Your vision going black around the edges as you could do nothing but lay there and wait out the effects until they went away allowing air to gasp into your lungs like a drowning man starved for air.
The condition from which you suffered from was commonly known by one name. Sleep paralysis.
You've been suffering from it as long as you could remember including when you were a young child. Unfortunately you had become used to this by now. It didn't seem as if any treatments were working to yours and your family's dismay, so you just learnt to wait it out until it passed by which thankfully was never long and it never happened too often. Perhaps only twice a month or so, so while it was a condition you didn't want it was manageable. You found comfort in knowing that you weren't the only one who suffered from the condition. That there was others out there like you.
And like with many people who suffered from your condition you too had what was known as a sleep paralysis demon. A hallucination that haunted the person who suffered the paralysis episodes.
You had one alright. When you were a child you remembered first seeing him. A young boy your age and height standing just at the edge of the bed. You could make out what looked like a shadowy-ish figure, with long hair and six eyes staring at you. His face looked surprised at first seeing you staring at him froze before he toddled up to stand next to you having trouble looking over your unicorn printed bed sheets.
"Can you see me?," a small boy's voice asked as child you could only sit there. "I can tell you can! I haven't had anyone being able to see me! You don't know how long it's been since anyone else saw me! ...Answer me! Can't you say anything?!"
You couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Paralyzed by fear and your condition. It must've lasted for eternity until you were able to breath again and the vision of the little boy vanished with your condition. Blinking your eyes before running straight to your parents who only shushed you and explained it was just your mind playing tricks with your condition.
"He isn't real," your mother assured child you patting your back. "It's just a hallucination caused by your mind. Lots of people suffer from them and when you wake up they always go away. Don't be scared. It's all in your head."
You were still not used to having your own sleep paralysis demon. The name sent chills down your spine. But your mother was right. Your hallucinations never really lasted too long and he'd always disappear with them but it always came back with the next one. You weren't sure how you got the name but you started calling it 'Michikatsu' from a child. According to your mom that's what he said he was called but you didn't remember that. Perhaps because it was too far back to remember?
Either way 'Michikatsu' kept visiting you. Didn't matter where you had your sleep paralysis, he would visit you when an episode came. He was always there. At a summer camp, sleepover at a friend's house, camping, your bedroom, when you randomly fell asleep on the car ride to your grandparents house- He was always there. Asking you questions and talking to you. The hallucination learnt quickly (or your brain realized really-) that you couldn't respond to him in your state so after a while he stopped trying to get you to respond and instead your brain just made him say something about the surroundings you found yourself in.
"Why do you procrastinate on your work? My father would've beaten me senseless if he found me slacking off like you were. Do your homework when you wake!"
"Your mother's apple pie is missing the sugar. You can smell it in the fragrance."
"Are we there yet? This car ride is taking forever!"
He was always there commenting on the thoughts your brain must've been subconsciously thinking until you were able to move again and he disappeared again with them. Honestly you grew to like your 'demon' as time went on. Despite him not being real, he made the experience less scary as silly as that sounded. The boy you hallucinated grew with you as time went on. From a small boy to a teenager to a grown man that towered over you... You'd be lying if you said your brain hadn't conjured up a rather ruggedly beautiful man for some reason you had no idea..but you weren't complaining. His personality changed overtime as well. From a child who chattered a lot to a wise man who varied from just silently sat with you keeping you company to telling you stories about his 'life' that happened outside of your hallucinations. That confused you as you never hallucinated giving him a family but you guessed hallucinations and your brain worked in mysterious ways.
Although sometimes strange things would be noticed after the episodes.
Sometimes you woke up to a glass of water on your nightstand or you found your blankets pulled over your body. You didn't really think anything of it for so long assuming your parents just wanted to make sure you were comfortable after episodes. However when it started happening AFTER you moved out you then assumed it was one of your roommates who were nice girls but ..maybe there was something a little bit more supernatural was at play. Especially when he commented on things you yourself couldn't even know even subconsciously.
"That student in the back is cheating. I see the way he looks at the notes he writes on his palms. Absolutely shameful behavior. He has no honor. That is why I like you. You work hard to earn what you have and you don't allow your shortcomings to get you down."
You were shocked to find out your classmate had flunked out of college after being caught cheating by writing notes on his hands and arms and then secretly looking at them for tests instead of studying like the rest of you.
Maybe this hallucination was a little bit more than just a figment of your imagination.
Your suspicions were confirmed when you next had an episode. Paralyzed and forced to stare at the ceiling your heart racing. Amongst the fear a feeling of softness washing over you as fuzzy warm blankets was pulled up to your neck and the familiar face of six eyed company looked down upon you.
"There now. Rest. Be assured that I will be by your side until this passes always."
Naga god paying a visit to his only human follower, a pretty little human priestess and pumps her full with his cocks.
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Working in a temple as its priestess had its benefits. Its own orchid to harvest and offerings for the gods. Cleaning the temple, burning the incense, listening theo the pleas and complaints of the villagers and praying to the gods as their envoys took up most of your duties. Overall it was an easy lifestyle for the lucky priest and priestess chosen to work in the temple. Most days your main focus was maintaining all the marble statues glistening and clean. An array of statues evenly spaced out in a circular space of the temple with a large sacred fire burning at the center. Each altar sparkled with candles, fruits, perfumes,and gifts related to the god that ruled over each domain.
The wild goddess Orchid that held domain over all of nature and wildlife. Blessing the land and its people with fruit and children.The unpredictable storm god Onyx that brought the rain, storms and winds. Or the promiscuous rabbit god Rosier who ruled the farms and orchards blessing the land with his fruits and hundreds of children.
Many other statues to different gods filled the temple but one statue in particular caught your eye. Tucked away in the back of the temple the satire of the Naga god Nekan remains neglected, his temple and satire collecting dust with no offerings or incense. Nekan was the god of medicine, cunning, and sorrow and noble sacrifice. All his myths ended in tragedy for him, his lovers and followers resulting in the villagers, priest and priestess avoiding him all together due to superstition that any follower of would be followed by misfortune.
Still you began to clean his stature, polishing the marble until it gleamed, lighting incense to his name, placing bottles of perfume and fresh fruit for him daily. Fellow priestess warning you saying you would fall to some tragedy or that you wasted your time on a nearly forgotten god.
Ignoring them, you persisted in your work finding a new satisfaction working and tending to Nakan temple. At first it brought you solace and pride being his only devout priestess, until it brought you a gift and later exquisite delight. First it was a bouquet’s of medicinal herbs and flowers left at your doorstep, window and bed. Then it is small medicinal jars and bottles with inscriptions in gold ink praising your work and thanking you for your devotion. Later it was the jewelry, cut gems in the shape of a snake head. Arm bagels cut to look like scaled snakes around your arms, necklace of metal and gem snakes wrapping around your throat. Soon your home was spilling with gifts, and you appreciated accepting them and cherishing each one. Soon your robes were glittering with metal serpents as your new found status of Naken only priestess brought you recognition.
Congratulations flew as everyone was stunned at how your God spoiled you. It was coming from the gods to show their approval of devout priests and priestesses by gifting them things or on special and rare occasions visiting them in person. And as murmurs from other priests said on rare occasions the gods would take their favorite humans to bed. Your gifts continue to pour in along with a new and final gift: the appearances of venomous beautiful snakes would appear in your house, in your garden, in your temple altar. Despite all that they remained as harmless as a kitten might be wrapping their iridescent bodies around your arms and legs, it was seldom seeing you without a snake wrapped nuzzling against you.
One priestess of Onyx, a friend of yours, joked that if you continued to serve the god he might gift himself to you. Rolling your eyes, you played off her banter, giggling at the idea of Naken enamored by you blushing at the thought of being his favorite.
He loved to spoil you with gifts, so it would be long until he paid you a personal visit right? Faced flushed, you imagined meeting Naken in his temple or even in your bed, quickly thoughts of devotion turned to thoughts of desire. Perhaps he would take you to his bed and like the rumors told, perhaps he'd bury his cock in you and bless you with his seed. Catching your thoughts you shook your head in embarrassment and laughed with your friend at the sheer thought of it. Deciding to not keep thinking on the subject you immersed yourself with temple duties until night fell and it was just you left.
Realizing the time, you realized how lost in work you had become until you peeked outside and saw the darkness outside, stars and moon twinkling in the night sky. Pacing back into the temple you considerethe walk alone at night, but decided against it and chose to spend the night at the temple instead. There were small cots with beds for the occasional overnight stays or ceremonies that were left alone most of the year. Gathering your things you're headed to the temple beds but paused before the statue of Naken to say goodnight. Gazing at his statue you couldn't help but to admire his stone features, the elegance of his lithe form, sharp serpent eyes, sculpted jaws and cheekbones that lead your eyes down to soft lips with peaking long sharp fangs. His face was mostly humans as was his torso and arms but beneath his waist was the long tick coils of a snake. Even as a statue he was breathtakingly handsome. Blushing you imagine being visited by him, held by his arms, or coiled tightly in his tail. If you kissed him would his fangs scrape your lips, how would his forked tongue feel like, would his scales feel warm or cool paint your skin? Remembering your place you blushed ashamed at how you thought of the god you were meant to serve, to respect. Buzzing with conflicting thoughts instead you climb the altar steps, standing on your toes and leaning in to barely reach the stone lips of your god. Turning away red and flushed you scurried down the steps and quickly went away to hide in the bed of the temple and fell into a restless sleep.
Tossing and turning you awoke to the sound and sensation of dozens of snakes slithering over your bed out the door into the main temple area. Puzzled, you watched them slither away, as if hypnotized you rose from bed and followed them to the center of the temple, the main fire lighting the surrounding stone columns and altars in warm orange glow in the darkness. They slithered in the direction of the statue pantheon. Eyes widening in realization could they be leading you to Naken? Was it an omen? Could he had listened to you thoughts and come down to see you? Not waiting for an answer from you followed the snakes in the darkness they disappeared behind the statue of Naken, even more confused. Your eyes swept the empty temple until you saw the figure of a man looming in front of you from the shadows. Gasping you stepped back afraid, as if sensing your fear he moved forward into the light of the fire illuminating his face. Bronze skin with rich deep blue scales speckled with glittering gold stood Naken.
Stooping lower he hunched down to meet you at eye level, his tail coiling around you forming a circle around you. Lithe muscle moved under his scales in rippling succession as he wrapped himself closer to you. Looking up at him gleaming fangs peaked from under his lips enticing you to lean in closer.
Senses returning to you only mere inches from him the realization finally crashed into you. ‘Naken! It was Naken and he was here in front of you!’. Stunned you dropped to your knees in reverence.
“My lord Naken forgives me I did not recognize, nor did I expect you to b;ess me with your presence. Please forgive my insolence.”
Chuckling he reached out lifting your face with hand covered in blue scales.
“There's nothing to forgive for I am truly the fortunate god to have such a beautiful and devout priestess all to me”His voice was slow and deep, speaking as if whispering. Listing your eyes were glued to his face and lips, a forked tongue flicking when he spoke.
“ I wanted to reward my most devout follower,” Grazing his thumb over your lower lips you felt your lips part and face get warm leaning into his touch. “It's been ages since I heard someone sweetly pray to my name, or give me the sweetest of flowers and fruits. If it had not been for you I would have remained neglected and forgotten amongst my godly brethren.” Pulling you gently to stand he held your hands in his. “Tell me my most beloved priestess what gift can I offer you for your service to me”
“You.” The words slipped from your mouth before you could register what you had said. Shocked at your own boldness you smacked a hand over your mouth cursing your own recklessness. Naken’s eyes widen in surprise and amusement, a grin playing over his lips watching you fuss embarrassed.
“Me? Well if it's you asking my beloved priestess then how can I say no.” Stunned, you looked back at Naken, ‘He had agreed, for me?’. Stupefied in place you return to reality when you felt Naken swoop down and kiss you passionately on the lips. Naken long serpentine bodies coiling around your body in a strong embrace. Cool diamond scales bushing against the fabric of your tunic.
Wrapping your arms around him, you felt him dip his head down, his forked tongue slithering out flickering to taste your lips before claiming you in a hungry kiss. A deep rumble came from his chest in satisfaction as he moaned into your lips. Lips parting you kissed him back, smiling against his lips as his fangs grazed softly against your lips and tongue.
Naken kissed you with demanding and searing passion, his forked tongue slithering deep into your mouth to taste every inch of you. His large hands boldly caress your sides and hips over the thin fabric of your tunic. Moaning at his touch his hands were cool against the fever under your skin. Pulling away from you lips Naken dipped his head back down trailing his mouth along your jaw down the length of your throat, fangs tickling your skin as he did leaving a trail of goosebumps, small bites and heated kisses.
Removing a hand from his neck you grabbed his and guided it to the straps of your tunic. Instinctively he began to pull at them letting them fall loose on your back. The thin fabric of the tunic falling down your shoulder exposing your bare shoulder and breast. Chills running over your body you shuddered against him, as his hand glided up your sides, his thumb brushing over the soft underside of your breast.
Licking the side of his face you trailed wet kisses along his jaw hungry with desire. Breathing hard against him your chest rose and fell pressed against him. Soft breast grazing his chest, slithering his tail under you he brought it up between your legs, spreading your legs wide to straddle the thickest part of his tail under you, wrapping a coil around your waist keeping you in place.
As if bewitched by you, his gaze followed your parted lips moist lips. Leaning in he nipped gently at your bottom lip, his poison dripping into your mouth, A thick honey like substance heating your mouth and throat as you swallowed. Palming your breast he lifted his thumb to play and roll over your nipple, hardening them with arousal. Rubbing his thumb over your nipple he pulled away to look at the perky nub of flesh under him. Without breaking eye contact he leaned down, mouth open and wet to take your sensitive nipple into his mouth. Hand resting on his shoulder you mewled as he rolled his forked tongue over your nipple. Sucking hard he opened his mouth to fit your breast, sucking lewdly.
Arching back against his tail, your legs pushed aimlessly, forced apart by the girth of his tail. Moaning as his tongue flicked your nipple you leaned back and grind your pussy against his tail. His scales were rough and ribbed, a strange but pleasuring sensation rubbing against your pussy each time you grind your hips. Following your movement he began to rock against you, quickly his scales were covered with the slick of your arousal, as his mouth remained locked on your chest.
Popping his mouth from your breast, you nipple was left wet under the cool night air.
“Do you like that my beloved?” He asked in a husky tone, his tail moving in a fasting pace, ribbed scales sweetly rubbing the sensitive nub of your clitoris with each thrust. “Do you like that? Or would you prefer me to be different?”
Gasping you held onto his shoulders, your hips quicken their paces, hips snapping back and forth against the growing bulge in his scales.
“No, it feels good like this my lord” Throwing your head back, your breath labored as each push against his scales made you pussy gush down, completely coating the bulge underneath you. Hissing gently beneath you Naken gripped your hips pulling you down with each grind forcing you city to drag helpless against each rigid scale. Each jolt makes your toes curl with an incoming orgasm. Panting against him you squeaked in surprise feeling his hand slide down to your drench pussy rubbing perfect circles over you clit. Desperate you pushed against his hand.
“Please my lord, please you feel you good i want to cum.” Grinning he softly pinched your clit rolling it back and forth from his index with relentless speeds. Moaning in ecstasy, your body shook as the hot waves of ecstasy sent your body shuddering with a frenzy of delight.
Chuckling against your neck Naken “Anything for you my beloved priestess” Relaxing into a painting slump, Naken wrapped himself around you laying down on his coiled up tail. Dipping down he laid you down pulling away at the rest of your fallen tunic until you laid glistening with sweat on top of his tail. Shyly you brough your knees up in a futile effort to cover yourself under his burning gaze. Flicking his tongue he placed a hand on each of your knees before frying them open revealing a glistening cunt with a swollen clit like a pearl in the low light.
The rumbling from his chest returned as he moaned, taking in the sight of you, wet and naked on top of his tail.
“Oh my, aren't you just a vision of ecstasy.” Dipping his head down between your legs he nuzzled his nose, suckling on the soft skin between your thighs groaning as he licked the trails of slick running up to your cunt. Flicking his tongue against your pussy lips, he looked up between your thighs “You would do me an honor, to let me feast upon suck soft lips and drink from your nectars.” Flicking his tongue again, Naken nuzzled his nose against your clit.
“Please my lord,” You begged and before you could finish he plunged his face between your legs, mouth screeching to suck on your entire pussy as his forked tongue slithered up and down the entrance teasing it with small thrust. Pushing your cunt against him you dug your hand into his hair pushing his down squishing his nose against the wet lips of your cunt. Kissing wide sloppy kisses his mouth found you clit suckking harshly popping my mouth on and off again blowing small puffs of air onto your clit leaving your legs shivering, your stomach spasm with new euphoric waves of pleasure as he lapped up the juices of your cunt. Sloppily he thrust his tongue from side to side in a wet mess dripping your cum all over his face and neck. Mewling you pushed his head further until Naken thrust his tongue deep into your squeezing cunt swirling it inside making you yell.
“Naken!”
“Come my sweet priestess, cum in my mouth let me taste how much your adore me”He spoke muffled, and as if commanding your body you felt the second orgasm rip through your core leaving you spasming on his tail, legs clamping around his head with his tongue cervix deep.
“Yes my lord, my god…” Your words left you breathlessly as you slowly rode the high off, gradually relaxing your legs to open. Breathless Naken rose smiling, licking his lips. His face was covered slick with your pussy juices, droplets falling from his chin. Sighing he rose from beneath you, his tail wrapping around you to put you in a sitting position facing him. Steadily he rose above you, his chiseled chest rising with deep breathes scales of blue and speckled gold becoming thicker until they covered his waist and all of his tail. Your eyes trailed down his waist and widened as you saw the growing bulge on his scaled crotch leak cum as two thick wet cocks slithered out. Agasp you stared astonished at not one but two thick slick dripping fat cocks hanging from his tail. Each cock had a bright pink tip that looked unlike anything you've ever seen on a human man. You felt your mouth drool as they hung heavy from his crotch. Noticing your drool face Naken moved closer until his cocks hung over your face. Reaching up you wrapped your hand over one, looking up at Naken with innocent doe eyes.
“My beloved little priestess look how riled you have made me,” Sliding your tongue under the length of his cock Naken hissed in pleasure clenching his eyes shut, cocks twitching in your hand. “Worship me, priestess, worship me with that pretty little mouth of yours, worship my cocks” He hissed as he spoke brows furrowed in restraint.
Sliding your lips across one cock while your hands wrapped around the other, “Yes my lord.” Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock your tongue swirled over the head licking up at the tick drops of cum swirling it in your mouth. Bobbing your head lower you swallowed up more of his cock dragging your tongue in across the length. Hands moved at the base of his second cock in a milking motion, while your other hand swirled over the tip, thumb massaging the tip smearing his cum across it. Greedily you swallowed Naken’s cock more and more until his entire wet length fit into mouth making your throat bulge. Rolling his eyes back Naken breathed out praises pushing your head down until your nose pushed against the slit where his cock emerged. Groaning Naken’s labored breathing grew heavier as you swallowed his cock with new enthusiasm, gagging wet sounds filling the temple. Cum and drool dripping down your hands and mouth as you jerked and sucked him off. Pulling away you switched cocks, swallowing the next cock and jerking off the one coated in your saliva. Cursing Naken jerked his hips into your mouth, a soft whine as he felt you make out with the head of his cock, your hot tongue swirling over the tips up and down. Smiling up as you see your god struggle to contain himself you open your mouth tongue out as you fit both tips, frotting them together in a sloppy sucking kiss, swallowing both at the same time. Lurching forward he curled over you pushing your head as his cock erupted with cum. Panting he floods your throat with hot stick thick cum making you gag, eyes brimming with tears as you struggle to swallow the streams of cum flowing out of him. Pulling back, his cock slid out of your mouth with trails of saliva and cum flowing out into your chin and neck and chest.
Smiling your lips savored the salty, almost creamy flavor of his cum. Breathing heavy Naken lowered himself, his eyes meeting yours, his pupils completely dilated in lust and desire. Wrapping his arms around you he pulled you into a passionate demanding kiss. Both your lips wet from the other's cum, mixing each other's taste as shoved his tongue into your mouth. Greedily sucking on his forked tongue earning a guttural groan from him. Lifting you up he pulled you over his tail, cocks slipping and pressing against the opening of your gaping pussy.
“Say I'm your god. Say i'm your only god and i'll be yours.’’ Naken breathed into your ear as he frotted his cocks against you, “Say it my beloved, say your mine, say you want my cock inside you.”
Druck with the taste of his cum and lust panting against his ear, “You're my only god Naken. Im am your priestess, I'm your priestess Naken.”
“Say the rest of it.”
“I want you inside me, I want to have your fat cocks inside me.”
Hissing he gripped your hips pulling you down, the fat wet tip of one cock pressing against your entrance until it finally stretched it out forcing your cunt to swallow it. Crying out his name your nails crawled into his arms as he pushed you down forcing his cock down to the base. His other cock hanged limply smacking wet and hot against your ass, as Naken began to bounce you on his cock. Crying out you saw his cock slide in and out of you as his tail wrapped around your waist forcing you up and down at his pacing, Crying out in a drunken heat your eyes brimmed with tears as each thrust smacked the sweet spot in your cervix. Quickening the pace Naked moved with more animalist craze, drilling into your pussy, second cock smacking against your ass.
Pulling you off his cock with his tail he held you in the air for a moment, sighing in relief your crying seized for a second before being brought back down again. Kissing you Naken panted against your lips. “Im sorry my beloved but i need you to take all of me”
Before you could process his words you felt both his cocks lined up against your clenching pussy before being pushed down legs held apart wide by his tail. Gasping as the sensation of being stretched by two cocks spreading your pussy, stretching it wide ripping a new orgasm as he pushed into you with two cocks. Thrashing your hips your overstimulated pussy creamed over his cocks lubing them up making them slip in easier, struggling in vain his tail tightened around your waist and legs locking you in place as Naken shoved both cocks pistoning them in and out. Breast bouncing with each thurst you could only lean back and scream his name as he fucks you with his two cocks.
Eyes rolling back, droll falling from your mouth you can only cry his name as the wet sounds of his cocks pumping your pussy fill the temple.
By the gods you think, if the other priest and priest could see you now getting stretched and pumped with the fat cocks of your god. Oh they would call me a lucky temple whore.
Naken’s hands slid down to hold your back sliding down to squeeze you ass each hand cupping a cheek as he held them apart spreading you wider, slamming both cocks deeper. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck he whispers praises.
“My beloved little priestess, you take me so well. You were made to be fucked by me, to worships me, to worship my cocks.” Laving his forked tongue he licked at the sweat of your neck. “I'll reward you greatly my beloved priestess, I'll pump you full of my cocks and seed, I'll spoil you as long as you worship me. Say my name, priestess, say you worship me.”
Drooling you barely mumbled out, “I worship you Naken, I only worship you and your fat cocks.” Hearing your words he drove forward increasing his force and speed, filling you completely with each pump. His cock popping out with wet sounds from your abused cunt with each thrust. Crying out his name you begged him to finish. “Please Naken it’s too much, please im cumming again.”
Laughing he pressed a kiss against your forehead, “Don't worry my beloved I'm just about to cum too.”
Snarling his thrusting became erratic and fast sloppily slamming into your swollen cunt gushing juices. Sinking his fangs into your shoulder, his fangs injected you with a relaxing aphrodisiac marking you as his. A final brutal thrust and his cocks pumped you full of sperms until your cunt was overflowing and leaking even with both cocks plugging your cunt. Attacked by his cocks and fangs you felt your walls spasm as you came a final time around his two cocks. Burying his cocks hilt deep he holds your waist as his cocks pumps ropes of hot cum into your cervix. The sounds of squelching and labored breaths being the only sound in the temple. The venom of his fangs warmed your body, flooding it with a relaxing warmth that soothes your aching muscles and abused cunt.
Sighing content he released you from the grasp of his tail, letting you slump forward on his chest. Gasping in relief you raised your hips to let his cocks slip out in a gushing wet mess of cum that flooded out your pussy into his tail. Chuckling Naken looked at the mess made and nuzzled into your hair letting out a content huff. “Rest my beloved priestess. You served me well and for that ill you now. Rest I'll clean up this mess.”
Smiling you look up at him with hazing exhausted eyes, kissing him once more before drifting into black blissful sleep. In the morning when you woke, you arose and startled and scared thinking you would be laying naked leaking cum on the temple floor but found yourself dressed and clean in the temple cot you had originally chosen to sleep in. Confused, you rose from bed thinking it might have been a dream, until the sweet soreness between your legs told you otherwise. Walking to the mirror in your room you saw the two puncture holes of Naken’s fangs from last night. Smiling you draped over a shawl and started to head out until you saw a small neatly folded note in your bed that read.
My beloved priestess,
You have brought me back from the abyss of the lost, you have made me feel alive again. Thanks to you, I now remember what it's like to be a god. Rest my beloved priestess, I'll be counting the days until I can drink from you nectar and bury myself in you again. Until then take care i'll be watching over you.
Love,
Your own personal god, Naken.
He was the god Naken. Your God, yours now
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Authors notes: Sorry for the late post I sprained my wrist on the third day of October and couldn't type without my wrist hurting or popping. Anyways please comment what y'all's liked, any unhinged comments, or any suggestions.
Also I did hint at other monster gods so lmk if you guys would like to know more about them.
