We post bullshit here, sir. GeminiāļøScorpioš, Demisexual, neurodivergent 90s kid, Black. Just here suffering but trying to get better. Vanilla Monsterfucker. Definitely 18+ things Current Obsession: pending
centuries old vampire whoās looking for an ancient lost medallion thatās very important to his coven x fat single dad whoās kid found a weird necklace in that old abandoned house up on the hill and is willing to give it back if he goes on a date with him
centuries old vampire whoās been lonely for a long time and only just now realizing it x fat single dad who is ready to find love again
centuries old vampire who keeps coming over to spend time with the dad even tho he got his medallion back x fat single dad who wants him to drive his stake into his dark places
centuries old vampire who wants to spend the whole night ravishing his new toy and bites him x fat single dad who cums instantly when his teeth just break the skin
centuries old vampire who says āheh⦠ironicā when his human lover starts sucking him x fat single dad who is giving him the sloppiest top of his life
centuries old vampire who grabs his human lover by his love handles while heās fucking his big ass x fat single dad who finally feels sexy and desirable for the first time in years
centuries old vampire who likes watching his human lover sleep x fat single dad who falls asleep listening to his vampire loverās heartbeat
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Royal protector keenly aware that he exists in the erotica genre going prematurely grey with how often the prince encounters fuck-or-die scenarios. Every garden must be avoided for fear of sex pollen. Every glass of wine must be tested for erotic stimulants. There's an indefinite moratorium on all gifts from the fae. And still every preventative measure proves futile; at least once a month, he finds his prince writhing in agony and begging for relief in a way he insists only his noble protector can provide.
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At the aquarium, you get a darling old lady on the phone.
"Hello! Would you mind coming to take a look at the fish in my pond? He's been living with me for years now but he's gotten rather big, you see. I don't think I can feed him anymore."
You want to redirect her to a number for pet services, but she laughs.
"Oh, by fish I mean a merman! Yes, yes. He does have a human half. I just forget sometimes."
You write her address down and prepare to swing by to see exactly what she's dealing with. She greets you with a big glass of icy lemonade, and you exchange some small talk in the kitchen before she takes you to the backyard.
"My husband Ed and I practically raised him, you see. Ed is gone now, and I'm getting a little too old to manage," she says, hobbling down the creaky back steps.
She leads you to the pond. It's not that the pond is small, it's that the merman is huge. You stop short. The old lady laughs and clucks her tongue.
"Look at you, Penny! Having a nice little bask in the sun, eh?"
'Penny' rolls over lazily and opens his eyes, his slick scales shining in the sunlight. Each scale is edged with a rusty red. To the untrained eye, it looks like he's missing a couple of scales here and there, but you know that those spots are where the blood glands are. He's a rare breed of river mer with the ability to secrete acid blood, which wards off predators.
You stifle a gasp when the old lady goes right up to him, bending on her creaky knees to give him a good scritch on the tail, cooing at him like he's an adorable puppy, not a fifteen-foot-long death sentence. At any moment, he could start secreting blood that would strip her hands to the bone. You can tell she's been handling him like this for years, though, and for whatever reason, this normally elusive breed is perfectly content to inhabit a tiny pond and tolerate this human.
"So, what have you been feeding him?" You ask quietly, keeping your distance so as not to startle the mer.
"Mostly chicken breasts and beef mince," she says, pushing the mer's shaggy hair out of his eyes. "But he likes yoghurt cups too! He gets one every now and then for dessert. Cranberry is his favorite flavor."
Goodness. You feel your eyelid twitch. You really don't know what to say. "I see."
"So, do you think you could take him? I might be moving in with my daughter soon, and there'll be no one to take care of him," she says.
"Yes, we'll take him," you say, feeling for the tranquilizer in your pocket.
"Come here and let him smell you," she says. "That way he won't be scared."
"Uh... I don't think that's a good idea..."
"Oh, he's harmless!" She coos. "Aren't you, Penny?"
He coos back at her, rubbing his cheek against her palm and turning his vibrant green eyes in your direction. You take a few steps closer, carefully watching to make sure he isn't going to start spraying blood everywhere. Once you're as close as you dare, you crouch down and hold your hand out.
"Hi," you say softly.
He hauls himself over the lawn to get to you, his tail weaving through the overgrown grass like a snake. He curls around you in a way that suggests he's curious but not scared. You hold very still as he leans in and rubs his cheek against yours. He smells of mud and a trace of yoghurt, disturbingly enough. After a moment, he decides you're alright and piles into your lap to demand that you pet him as well. You take the opportunity to tranquilize him, using years of experienceāand a bit of numbing creamāto make sure he doesn't even notice the needle going in. He puddles in your lap, falling asleep almost immediately, his face pressed into your stomach. You call for backup.
"Hey," you say to your coworker on the phone. "You'll never believe what kind of mer I've found."
important that you never forgive ice agents, ever. even years after all this is over (and I do believe we will make it out on the other side, alive and for the better,) they live in shame and disgrace forever. no excuses, no forgiveness. they ruined their own lives when they decided that human freedom and liberty was an acceptable sacrifice for a paycheck
a trans man talking about the fact that he has a uterus and needs access to reproductive healthcare is not him saying that he is a woman. why the fuck are yall acting like having a uterus = being a woman. deeply transphobic fucking behavior.
A week later you got a knock on your door and very casually and calmly yanked the package from the front door and scrambled back inside the safety of your home.
When you finally opened it, you couldn't stop staring at your new toy, the exact measurements of your dear friend with almost the exact shade of green as well (just for realism's sake obviously).
It was a few hours later, after a good shower and some rest, that you sent your bestie a self congratulatory text.
You huff, looking over at the box your toy came in and the half empty bottle of lube on your bedside table. You can still feel the stretch you put your pussy through but maybe you could go just one more time. Just to shove it in his face.
You take your phone and prop it against the mirror, starting a recording. Itās really not that crazy to send him a video, right? Itās nothing he didnāt already see when he fingered the life out of you, except now youāre just in your comfy bra, naked for him and kneeling in front of your bed. You bite your lip, chewing on hesitation and decide to frame the video so your face isnāt in frame, just the rest of your body and the dildo in between your thighs.
You start the video and fumble a little with the lube, pouring a generous amount onto the cock head.
You brace yourself on one hand as the other moves the cock right to your entrance. Just the weight of it in your hand and the feeling of the mushroom head rubbing against your slit has you moaning, just imagining how hard he mustāve been when he took those measurements.
You poke the tip just past your entrance, testing the give and you let out a sound of surprised when it pops in relatively easy. You fuck yourself with the mushroom head, feeling it pop in and out of your pussy.
It feels good but itās not what youāre supposed to be doing so you steady yourself, relaxing as much as you can, resting your back against the bed and spreading your legs before slowly thrusting the silicone cock as far as you can.
You think you get pretty far when your hand starts shaking and your pussy feels overloaded but a glance in the mirror and you can tell itās not nearly half way.
You swallow and gently rub at your clit, coaxing your pussy to loosen up just a little.
God, you wonder what he'll think when he sees his best friend fucking herself with a replica of his own cock. Will he jerk off to this?
Just the thought has you soaking your towel and you pick up the dildo again. You pump it just a little deeper and feel your walls stretch with the unfamiliar depth.
Thatās when you start fully fucking yourself with it, letting out a little, āAh, ah, ah.ā with every thrust.
It feels like it gets a little deeper with every pump, and your fingers stutter a little as they circle your clit. Your hips jerk up, meeting your thrusts and just as you reach your peak, you thrust the cock in as far as you can get it with both hands
You cum around the warm silicon, walls clenching around it as you wished it was something else entirely. You pull it out completely, giving your camera a perfect view of your pussy clenching around nothing as your orgasm washes over you.
You get a little embarrassed by how exhausted you look and crawl over to stop the recording.
Maybe if you werenāt so fucked out you wouldāve actually watched the video back to hear how you unknowingly moaned his name as you came or so you could see that you were actually just shy of the half way point you were so proud of.
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Warnings: NSFW, monster smut, lactation, reader is a cow hybrid
F!cow hybrid reader x m!human
Imagine you're a cow hybrid living on a family farm. For years you've provided them with fresh milk, while theyāve kept you warm, healthy, and happy, with miles of grazing fields at your disposal.
Since the beginning, it had been a kind of silent agreement that the mother would tend to you, probably assuming you would feel more comfortable that way. But last week she caught a cold that kept her in bed, unable to take care of you.
You haven't been milked in days. Your tits heavy with milk have swollen to double their size. Brimming and aching.
Ā You toss and turn on your hay bed, unable to sleep, your nipples dampening the soft fabric of your top.
Ā You're wondering why she hasnāt come down to tend to you when you hear the door creak open. About time, you think. Your tits are so chock-full you have to support them with your arms. You turn around expecting to see Mrs. ā but instead you find yourself staring at a gorgeous young man with tan skin and lean muscle.
"I'm sorry, my mom is down with a cold," he says, noticing your confusion.
Did he say āMomā? Ā Then you remember the lanky dude who left for college two years ago. Heās grown so much! Hard edges and taut muscle now line his body. Beneath the hem of his too-small T-shirt, you can see a sculpted six-pack and a sharp V-line.
He laughs nervously, cheeks darkening as he notices your gaze lingering on his torso. "Sorry. Laundry day, you know?"
Thatās when you realize you're actually gawking at him, jaw dropped and all.
Ā "My mom asked me to come and tend to you⦠I meanā just in case you're uh⦠uncomfortable or somethingā¦" he says, suddenly finding the floor immensely interesting.
Ā Your pussy gets wet just from thinking about it. It's embarrassing but you hope your chubby thighs hide it well enough. Humans don't have a good sense of smell after all.
"I...uh" you try to form the words around the lump in your throat " I am uncomfortable" you admit, flushing brighter than the carnations outside the window.Ā Your voice is a thin whisper as your hoof traces the contours of the floor tiles.
"Oh...you are? Oh... OK then" he says, voice shaky and flushing deeper. For a brief second his gaze lifts from the floor and onto your distended breasts, then darts right back to the floor. Your heart beats so hard you can feel it in your ears.
His scent floods your senses as he slowly approaches, musky and sour dusted with arousal.
"Shall I..." he begins to ask as he gestures to your top. He glances back at your chest, but this time he seems unable to tear his eyes away.
"Oh, you don't need to...I got it." you say as you take your top off, conscious of every tiny motion in his mesmerized face.
His face is now the color of a bleeding sunset. He starts to lift his hands towards you but stops abruptly.
"Uhm...this is embarrassing...I don't really know how to... I've never...you know..." he admits, as he begins curling and uncurling a lock of his own hair.
"That's OK. I'll walk you through it, it's not hard"
"Thanks!" there's a sigh of genuine relief so endearing your tension ebbs slightly before coming back with double force as he takes a final step towards you and places his hands tenderly on your nipples. His scent envelopes you. Your face hovers directly in front of the earthy brown column of his throat, shadows spilling across his muscles and adamās apple.
His finger grazes the contour of your nipple, Gods, you could just melt into that touch⦠but milk spurts from you immediately.
"Uhm⦠don't you need the bucket?" you ask, trying your best to appear nonchalant even though there's a vortex of needy sensations in your core threatening to swallow you whole.
"Oh⦠right! Sorry! Told you I'm dumb!"
You can smell his arousal as he comes back with the bucket.
"Here, I can hold that for you" you say as you grab the bucket and hold it in place
"Thanks"
"Go onā¦" Your tone is half instruction, half plea.
Ripples of electricity spark from your nipples and wash over your body as he continues working them. Featherlight at first, then massaging you more firmly. Wow, you could come just from this. Wait...Jesus fuck! You ARE coming. A helpless cry escapes your lips as your milk comes gushing out and spills all over his face. The white liquid slides along the fleshy contours of his lips, his sharp jaw and trickles down his neck.
Your face turns red, completely embarrassed. You want to hide but all you can do is keep your eyes glued to the floor. Still, out the corner of your eye you see his tongue slide out, collecting the drops of your precious fluid.
Paring: Orc, Naga, Sea Witch, Vampire, werewolf, Ghost, Witch monster wives x Female human reader
Warning: Smut, pussy eating, witch is older than the reader (sheās a granny), pussy portal, rough, tentacles, chasing, possession, jealousy, toxicity, blood, biting
A/N: Ā I just finished my college semester so I wanted to post a draft in the meantime. So sorry to everyone who sent requests, Iāve been so stressed out with my classes and my depression, I felt unmotivated. Ill post them soon since my semester is over ^^ ā pink
How your monster wife eats you out.
ORC
Nothing makes you feel more full than the feeling of your wifeās large green fingers splitting you open. Sheās massive, of course she is. The clan leader needs to be a personification show of strength to ward off any enemy. Too bad youāre also one of her victims when she decides to spread you apart on your shared bed after a rough day training.
Sheās always grumpy after, sweat glistening on her muscular arms before she hoists you over her strong shoulder to the bed. Sheās quick to rip apart your underwear, she always makes up for it and buys you a new pair anyway. She just canāt help herself from stuffing her face between your legs so she can lap at your pretty pussy. Her large tongue rolling around your twitching pearl as you sling in her arms begging for mercy. Her tusks have probably left an indent on your inner thighs from how much they poke at you when she slurps at you. At first it was painfulā¦then uncomfortable, and now you barely feel them at all. She begs you to pull on her black curly hair, the tug alone makes her wet with a groan.
NAGA
She has always been overly clingy. Her favorite pastime was always cuddling up behind you underneath the trees and snuggling you to death til the both of you fall asleep. Her tail is massive, and surprisingly warm. She likes to bask it in the sun just so you can warm up against it whenever you come back home. She cries when you leave for work, trying her best to make you stay with her. If you canāt she can always try convincing you otherwise. Your wife was strong, a tall woman with a massive tail that overpowered you completely, she lifted you up easily, flipping you upside down in your pajamas before you could get ready. She removes your underwear easily, tossing it aside before rubbing the end of her long tail over your slit as it slowly eases inside you.
She fucks you good, so good that you forget you even need to go to work. Her tail isnāt rough or anything, itās surprisingly smooth at the end, the perfect size to plug up your pussy when you think about leaving her. Once youāre too overstimulated to move sheāll flip you around again so youāre hovering over her face, letting you ride her tail before she wraps her large mouth around your entire pussy. Her tongue is long, twisting and twirling as it stretches you out along with her tail. Sheāll make you beg for her to stopā¦and since youāre too tired now, itād be best you stayed home.
SEA WITCH
When you go to the beach you always try to wear cute clothes for your wife. You buy countless little sun dresses, shorts, bathing suits and skirts that only end up drifting carelessly away at sea. You were sure you could have filled half a mile of point Nemo from how much stuff youāve lost over the past couple of years. Maybe there will be a chance for society to embark on all your ripped up bikinis and dresses. Your wife always managed to mess up your clothing. She didnāt hate it, far from it, you looked beautiful, and she can never help that itch she gets to just drag you by the ankle with one of her tentacles to your knees before slipping you into the ocean.
You were tired of her fucking up your shit, so you finally decided one day to wear an outfit she canāt rip. A cute lingerie set with your pussy exposed under your old sun dress, you were lucky enough to live on a semi deserted island, the nearest village was half an hour away for anyone to see you getting fucked silly on the sand. You twirl around for her, a cheeky smile on your face when you feel the familiar slimy grip of her tentacles dragging you straight toward her. She flips you over, your elbows landing harshly on the sand with your ass under water . She rips your dress apart to shreds, youāre happy you wore a dress you didnāt quite like anymore. Not that she cared. Clothes were a foreign concept in Merfolk culture, she seemed more irritated each time you even bothered putting something on. Once she sees your body she lights up immediately, tentacles wrapping over your breast and thighs as she pulls you onto her lips. She can go at you for hours like this.
VAMPIRE
A fresh smelling human woman with blood as divine as aged wine. Itād be surprising if the countess didnāt fall head over heels in love. She was old, much older than you, but she was stunning. She took you as her bride as soon as she smelled you quivering alone in the woods, how could she resist such beauty from this cute pathetic woman? Sheās overly gentle with you, using an amulet to keep you young for her forever. She doesn't fancy anyone elseās company after meeting you. Sheās tall, strong, but surprisingly overly gentle with you, her sweet wife. When she took you to bed the first time it hurt..bad. What else did you expect from a vampire as old as her? A vampire who hasnāt had a meal this delectable in a long, long time. No, she needed to savor your taste.
Eating you out isnāt always a simple game when sheās angry or stressed. Your thighs are etched with bite marks as scars to prove it. She tries to be gentle as she can, but fangs as long as hers canāt help but hurt as they sink into your thighs. You squirm, tears bubbling up over your waterline as you bite those cute plump lips of yours. She is always apologetic, promising you euphoria as soon as she has her fill of your blood, and she always comes through. In seconds her bloody red lips wrap around your clit, tongue fast and powerful enough to make you arch your back. She keeps at you for hours to the point you canāt even feel the earlier puncture.
WEREWOLF
Your wife has always loved it when you run from her..just like how you two met years ago. Itās become a tradition at this point. Sometimes when sheās away you sneak off to the nearest lake to go take a bath, but oh no, sheās not as stupid as you take her for, sheās almost always waiting, watching, anticipating for you to step your soaking nude body out the water so she can pounce you back onto the dirty ground when youāre done. How dare you think you can take a bath without her? You always seem so content when you bathe, so cute and vulnerable, she tried warning you about keeping up with your surroundings. I suppose you never learn, do you? Or, maybe you actually liked the idea of her watching you.
She waits until you get out the water, neatly wrapping a towel over your perfect body before you make your way back to the village. Sheās behind you in an instant, crawling in bushes, stalking your every step. She only pounces when you notice her..she loves the chase. You always let out the sweetest gasp when you spot her, fumbling around with your towel as you start to dash away. But your human legs can only get you so far. She lets you create distance..she wants you to feel safe and secure before tackling you. She pins you in the ground, fluffy body heaving as she lifts up your squirming legs as you curse her out for ruining your bath. Her tongue is long and swift, curling over and under your clit as she messily eats you up. You can get back at her later, for now she wants to taste you.
GHOST
Living with a ghost as a wife seemed scary at first, especially when she took your soul at the start of your marriage in exchange for her love. At first she only did it as a joke, but now that sheās taken the time to get to know you sheās been obsessed with you ever since. You havenāt known peace. Sheās clinging to you the second you get home, pulling off your shoes and coat before showering you with icy kisses. She loves staying wrapped around you at night even if it makes you uncomfortably cold. She canāt seem to get her hands off you. She knows you work hard to maintain and take care of the house, so why shouldnāt she show her appreciation?
She died years ago when she was still living here, all alone, but now that she has you she has no interest in letting you leave her. Ever. Sometimes when the two of you get into a fight and you try leaving the house she gets nervous..she knows your marriage isnāt legitimate by legal means, but for crying out loud she has your soul. You were hers. She completely flips out, rushing to you before you can reach the handle to possess your body. She quickly apologizes each time, she promises to make it up to you, she knows you can feel every single move she makes in your body, so sheāll finger your pussy while she begs you to stay with her. And when you do eventually calm down, sheāll happily give your body back so she can suck on your tiny clit with her cold tongue.
WITCH
Your wife was far too old to participate in such ālewd behaviorsā, or so sheād say. She was decades older than you, an older woman with a low libido. She wasnāt as active as she used to be in her youth, but she knows how needy humans can be, especially her sweet little wife. Bending down to eat you out wasnāt exactly her forte, too tasteless for an advanced witch such as herself. No, noā she liked to use the element of surprise.
Your wifeās most treasured gift other than yourself was a giant spell book she got when she was younger. She uses it for everything, each page filled to the brim with sticky notes, annotations and cute little scribbles. She keeps a special page in the back of the book just for you, a portal only she can open whenever she feels like you deserve a sweet treat. She slowly mumbles in a foreign language, twirling her fingertips around white glowing mist, her ruby lips curling into a cruel grin when the outline of your pretty pussy appears. Sheās quick to give a small kiss to your clit, a small nice gesture to warn you sheās about to ruin you before sticking her tongue inside your gaping hole.
Youāve been listening to your coworker grunt and moan and be fucking annoying all morning. Heās an infuriating dragon whose only goal in life is to make your working day a living hell. Or at least it seems like it. Heās always around, always complaining, and making everything a tad more difficult than it should, and it gets on your nerves like no other creature ever had.
And he also gets in your panties.
Because the thing is⦠Heās so fucking hot and makes you so wet with only a look that you are embarrassed about it 24/7. Heās an asshole, and it makes your pussy clench at every look when you should be grunting and being annoying back. But the sexual tension between the two of you is so insane it makes you want to choke most of the time. On his dick, preferably.
āWhatās the matter with you?ā You finally snap when he grunts at some book and throws it against the wall, startling you and making a couple of its pages fall off, floating in front of him like an ominous sign.
You look at him and you can almost hear the none of your fucking business in his eyes, but instead he looks at you, jaw twitching with tension before spitting: āNothing. Nothing is the matter with me.ā
āYeah, right,ā you scoff.
Your intent to focus back on your task is cut short, though. āWhy are you so rude?ā He snaps back, trying to mimic your tone but failing because of his way too deep voice.
You blink at him, shaking your head. You are not going to argue with him further. It never ends well. It always ends with you angry and snapping at him, and itās just pointless. Even if it makes you feel all kinds of hot under the collar to fight with him. It feels like foreplay, but unluckily for you, it never ends in actual sex. More like angrily shutting doors and someone walking away. Mostly him.
āOkay,ā you mumble before going back to organizing some of the new romance books.
Thereās a couple that catch your eye, like the one with a dragon on the cover that looks kinda similar to your asshole coworker. But you arenāt going to analyze why thatās the one which you want to read. Pure curiosity. Nothing to do with wanting some kind of dragon action in your life, even if itās fictional.
āIām pent up, okay?ā You turn around like a thread pulled at your neck harshly. You try to answer, but your brain is short-circuiting at his words still. āDragons have this⦠This heat thing, and I can feel it inside of me. Itās making me want to climb a fucking mountain or fuck somebody so full they canāt walk after.ā His words are so filthy you almost groan, muffling it with your hand in the last second. āForget it. I know humans donāt have this⦠this thing.ā He turns around, breathing hard. You donāt know what to say, still processing his words.
āI wouldnāt mind being stuffed till I canāt walk,ā you whisper under your breath, turning back to the books.
āWhat did you just say?ā He asks, voice tense, and you turn around. Did he⦠Did he just hear what you said Oh, fuck. Oh, damn. Thatās so fucking embarrassing.
He stares at you for what feels like an eternity, and you donāt say anything, staring right back. But heās stronger than you, and your blood is rushing through your veins, making you almost lightheaded. You are the one who gives up first, looking back at the shelves.
It only takes a second to hear him moving around the space. You turn in time to see him turning the āopenā sign around and locking the door.
āWhat are you doing?ā You ask, squirming on your spot, too jittery to move all of sudden. You didnāt think he would take you on your offer. Is he really going to⦠Fuck.
āYou can back out in the next ten seconds, otherwise⦠Iām going to breed you so good you wonāt be going back home tonight.ā His words are perfectly enunciated and controlled, but the way his pants are tented are enough. āLast chance,ā he says when heās just one step away from you.
You try to say yes, but you can only manage a nod, your tongue feeling too big for your own mouth while he closes the remaining distance between the two of you.
His claws find your head, caressing the sides of your face before entangling them with your hair, pulling hard enough to make you moan while your head falls back. āSay it,ā he orders and your legs shake.
Your voice is barely a whisper: āYes.ā
You are manhandled so fast you barely see the world moving before you are bent over a table, facing the huge windows and with a huge dragon pulling your pants and underwear down, exposing you to the cold air of the room.
āYou are always so annoying. Tempting me. Moving your cute ass around as if itās nothing. You donāt even think what that does to me, do you?ā You arenāt sure if heās talking to you or to himself. āOr maybe you do, and itās all on purpose. You do it on purpose? You like to act like a whore in hopes that I snap and fuck you right here? Is that it?ā
You try to answer, but before you can, thereās two fingers pushing inside of you unceremoniously. He starts scissoring them instantly. You are already so wet with all the arguing-foreplay, and with the way heās moving you around and talking about you like you are nothing⦠Fuck. Itās too hot. You are dripping and his fingers are curling inside of you and youā¦
āOh, goddess,ā you moan, arching your back trying to get him deeper.
He complies, and keeps running his mouth like his life depends on it. āIāve been wanting to fill you since the day you entered through that door.ā His fingers go deeper, hitting your G-spot and making you see stars behind your closed eyelids.
His free hand lands on your ass, and you let out a squeal, much to his amusement. You look at him over your shoulder, ready to tell him off before he pulls his fingers free and you let out the most pathetic whimper. He laughs out loud, and it fills you with deep embarrassment, but that only fuels your arousal further.
āYou want it?ā He presses the tip of his cock against your opening and you nod fervently, resting your face against the hard wood of the table.
The first bit of it feels like heās going to break you in two, but instead of pulling away, you push back. You crave the spark of pain, the stretch to the point of insanity while you cover your mouth trying to be quiet.
And your stupid dragon coworker keeps talking. āYou know everybody who walks by could see you? Theyāll see how fucking slutty you look. How desperate to get my eggs inside of you. Because thatās exactly what you want, isnāt it? You want to be my dirty little whore, filled to the brim with dragon eggs and too blissed out to do anything. If someone looked through that window right now, you know what theyād see? A desperate whore begging to be bred.ā
By the time he bottoms out, you can feel him everywhere. His dick is bigger than anything youāve ever taken, even your biggest dildo. Heās hitting a point so deep inside you didnāt even know it was possible to hit, and itās sending pleasure shocks to your whole body.
With each short thrust, your eyesight blacks out for a second, and every fiber of your being vibrates with pent-up arousal. You are so close to coming but you canāt get there. Not withoutā¦
He curls his hand around your hips and rubs his index finger against your clit. The scream that leaves your mouth would be enough to make a thousand birds take flight, but you canāt care enough, when heās fucking you through the most intense orgasm of your life.
He doesnāt stop, he keeps fucking and rubbing until thereās tears in your eyes and your whole body is attuned to his. Itās rough and careless. Heās chasing his own pleasure and not caring about yours. You are like a toy to him, and youāve never felt so desired. So hot for another creature. Youāve never felt like this. Never so desperate, never so close to being too muchā¦
āDo you want my eggs? Do you want to be filled?ā He whispers against your ear.
Even though you feel like you are closer to death than to being alive, you only have one response to him. āYes. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Please. Fill me. Breed me.ā
He pumps into you a few more times before you feel it, your brain feels like scrambled eggs the second the first egg starts to go into you. It widens his dick almost to the point of pain, but it presses against all your special spots.
Your eyesight blacks out when it presses against your G-spot, making everything so intense you might disappear from existence if the pleasure gets any higher. The first touch against your cervix turns your brain into mush, and the second it slips inside you, you let out a cry thatās a mix between insane pleasure and a bit of pain. Itās fantastic, and it doesnāt stop there.
He keeps thrusting. He keeps pushing egg after egg inside of you until you are sure you are really about to burst. Your stomach feels rounded under you, and your pussy has never been so stretched.
Thatās when your eyesight turns dark, and the world melts into nothingness, his hips still thrusting into you.
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