#offenderman lemon

"You're doing so good," he says, brushing the hair from your eyes. You can't answer that, another moan tearing out of you instead.

He's lying back on his bed, his head propped up on his hand, while pale tendrils hold you up and guide your ride on his cock. The pace is relentless, enough to make your fingers and toes curl, your head fall back in pleasure. The Hedonist groans softly. He never gets tired of fucking you.

Sweat trapped dark hair on Jeff's forehead. His vision blurred with lust only half wanted. He hated going into heat. It was never a regular cycle like the other Horrors. It hit harder, rougher, than even Eyeless Jack, and he was a demon.

Worse part was... Release was almost impossible while going through it. Maybe it was the years of abuse. Maybe it was his own refusal to let go of control. But he could count on his hands how many times he'd cum while in heat.

The Hedonist squeezed Jeff's hand in his massive clawed one.

"I'm right here," he reminded. You wouldn't think it'd be hard to forget that - he'd never taken a cock this big from anyone else - but trauma was fickle. Even in heat, it lurked in the darkness of his memories with a smile.

Jeff groaned and clenched his legs tighter around the Hedonist's white hips.

"Harder," he said.

"You sure?" The Hedonist's other hand rubbed Jeff's hip.

Jeff nodded.

"I'm not gonna break," he said through his grinding teeth.

"Your mates will be here tomorrow," the Hedonist said. "I know you heal fast but with your heat-"

Pushing up and off the bed, Jeff wrapped his arms around the Hedonist's neck. His body sunk deeper onto the Hedonist's cock, but that was secondary. He wanted those lips, and he took them, caught them, kissing the Hedonist as deep as he could. The Hedonist stopped, clearly caught off guard, but not necessarily in a bad way.

They kissed. They moaned into each other's mouths.

When Jeff pulled away, he said, "I want you to fuck me right." His face burned like fire. "And if you won't, I'm gonna ride you until you have to."

"Shit," the Hedonist said, a flush of his own crossing his face. "Do you always get like this in heat?"

Jeff grunted. His eyes closed. The Hedonist's cock was deep in him, deeper than he thought you should be able to go. Exhaling, he let his body take control. His slim form dragged up over the the tentacle like cock within him, and sank back down. Head falling back, he let out a soft moan.

"That's pretty hot," the Hedonist said. He leaned back on his hands and watched as Jeff fucked himself on his cock.

Jeff keened, running a hand over his scarred chest. His fingers wrapped around his own cock. The Hedonist's hand touched him.

"Do you want help with that?" The Hedonist asked. As the long fingers teased the tip of his cock, Jeff shuddered.

"Slow," he said. "Tease me."

"I didn't know you liked that." The Hedonist's cock squirmed within Jeff's body. Apparently, he was into it too.

"Gotta build it up," Jeff mumbled. "Only way to get anything out of it."

"You're lucky I'm not mortal," the Hedonist said, smiling again. "I don't think most people would last with a sexy bastard like you riding them."

Jeff moaned again. He breathed, inhale, exhale.

"I want you to cum in me when you finish," he said.

"Holy shit." The Hedonist flushed deeper. "I mean - of course, but - you've never asked me to before -"

With a grunt, Jeff quickened. He pressed his body against the Hedonist's sculpted chest, his cheek against the warm, inhuman white flesh. The Hedonist groaned, and placed a hand on on Jeff's ass.

Jeff grinned. "That's better," he said, looking up at the Hedonist with a faint, smug smile.

The Hedonist looked back at Jeff, at his flushed face, the smile, the scars, the life that existed within one of his best friend's favorites.

I have a mighty thirst

Okay, I don't think I can write a full smutty story out BUT

Imagine getting fucked on the Hedonist's desk. You've got a collar around your neck and he's holding the leash as he fucks you. All your holes are filled, with his tentacles in any holes that would normally be empty, and a tentacle is holding your arms behind your back. Your eyes are rolled up in the back of your head - the pace is fast and brutal, and his other hand is gripping your hip, or sometimes your hair, pulling your head back so he can lick the skin of your neck below the collar, and your shoulders and back. You can't even hear yourself moaning with the tentacle fucking your mouth so deep. And he alternates between scolding you for being such a weak, pathetic, horny mortal, and complimenting you on being such a good, submissive fuck~

This hasn't, and it kind of made me laugh to think about.

"Shh, shh." A long finger presses against your mouth to hush you. "Don't fret, I'm right here."

The finger rubs against your lips, then presses against them. Smoothly, it slides into your mouth. He smiles as he glides it in and out of your lips. A few fake thrusts in, and he adds a second one. They rub gently against your tongue, and the claws don't cut you.

"There now... Easy does it." Through your shirt, his other hand plays with your nipples. His hand is so wide, he can touch both of them at the same time with his thumb and middle finger. "Let's get to know each other... let me get to know you, hm? You're certainly eager to get to know me..."

He's still smiling almost an hour later as you lay under him, your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He's learned all about you, alright. His hands have explored every inch of your body, worshipping you like royalty, like divinity. And now, he holds your hips up off the bed as he prepares to slide into your waiting hole. He's taken the time to get you ready, but there's really no preparing for him. His cock is huge, bigger than any human, but he doesn't expect you to take it all. He lets you lay there, whimpering, as he rubs his tip against you, pretending to be lining himself up to penetrate you. And when he does, oh fuck. He lets you sink down onto him, lets your body take as much as it wants, as much as you can handle. This is your first time with him, and he's already always so gentle.

So gentle as he fucks you, your body rocking with every thrust. So gentle as he brushes the hair from your eyes and tells you how amazing you look when you're lost in lust this way. He pleasures you with his tendrils, and grins wider with every little gasp and hiccuping moan that leaves you. He leaves kisses down your neck and over your heart, on the line of your breastbone. His fingers dig into you as he guides you up and down on his dick, but there's never, ever, any bruises. You may want that, but later. You've got plenty of time for that in the future.

“Thought you were done,” he says, not opening his eyes.

“I have a lot of stamina,” the Hedonist says. His thumb strokes the side of Jeff’s nipple, and Jeff can feel it stiffening again. And it’s not the only thing getting stiff.

“You sure this is okay?” He can’t help but be a little unsure, even now. “If the Tall Man catches us-”

“Don’t think about him,” the Hedonist says. He tilts Jeff’s head to look at him, and Jeff opens his eyes obediently. “Don’t think about him,” the monster man repeats. “Think about me. Just me. You’re safe here, Jeff. No one is going to hurt you.”

Jeff exhales, nodding. The Hedonist smiles. A long white tendril grazes over Jeff’s hip, raising goosebumps at the barely there touch. It wraps around the base of Jeff’s cock. He grunts, back stiffening, but it pumps him, smooth and steady, and all the tension melts away. Jeff’s head falls back, and he moans.

“That’s right. You’re okay. Just let yourself feel good.”

Clawed hands meet his jaw, and a wide mouth kisses his lips. Jeff opens his mouth and the Hedonist deepens the kiss. He tastes like mead, like chocolate, like something rich Jeff couldn’t identify anymore. The tongue is forked like a snake and it memorizes his own tongue with steady, lingering motions.

He’s hard again already, moaning into the Hedonist’s mouth.

The monster shifts, and rolls on top of him. Jeff opens his eyes, more alert now, as the Hedonist presses down against him. He’s impossibly muscular, and his hands are gentle as they spread Jeff’s thighs. Still wet with slick and seed from their first round, Jeff knows he’ll take the Hedonist’s length without any issue.

He wraps his arms around the Hedonist and pulls him closer, pressing his forehead against the monster’s chest. The Hedonist grunts, his already stiffened cock pressing against Jeff’s hole. He’s bigger than any human, but that won’t be an issue, since Jeff isn’t human and hasn’t been for a long time.

Jeff nods. He feels the Hedonist exhale in a smile. The head of the cock presses against his hole, rubbing against it for a few seconds. Gentle, so gentle, it presses in. Jeff sucks in a breath, trying not to tense, as his body swallows the head of the Hedonist’s cock. His fingers dig into the Hedonist’s gray skin.

“That’s it,” the Hedonist says. “You’re doing great, Jeff.”

Further and further he presses inside. Jeff whines, his thighs beginning to shake.

“Easy,” the Hedonist says. “I’m almost all the way in. Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”

Breathing hard, Jeff’s head falls back. His nipples scrape and brush against the Hedonist’s toned chest. Just when he thinks he can handle no more, the Hedonist stops, and the moan that leaves him shakes Jeff’s entire body.

“Alright... that’s good. You’ve taken enough.” The Hedonist breathes, exhaling in and out. He shifts, and claws run through Jeff’s dark hair. “You okay, darling?”

Jeff opens his eyes again and looks up at his lover. The sharp teeth aren’t smiling when he does, but they form a reassuring grin as Jeff nods.

“Alright.” The Hedonist shifts again, using his arms to brace on the bed as two more of his tendrils grip Jeff by the hips. “I’m gonna start slow, like before. Tell me if I need to stop.”

“You’re not gonna,” Jeff mumbles. The Hedonist chuckles.

“If you say so, sweetheart.”

For Mr. hedonist:)